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 It's not long before you're all rolling down main street of Helmuth, the outdated-looking storefronts seeming empty and forelorn.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

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

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

After what feels like several minutes of waiting with no return, your curiosity over where Mix could possibly have gotten to makes you realize you're definitely too awake to just roll over and go back to sleep. Sitting up and shoving the covers aside, you slip out of bed and briefly consider putting on a pair of jeans from the dresser... but doing that might make it seem like you had more specific plans than you do if someone caught you, so you decide to risk it and go out in your panties and tanktop. Besides, as you pad out into the hall you realize that the house is completely still and silent, not a single light on or a single person stirring.\n\nAt least, until you get to the end of the hall (after a brief check in the empty bathroom). As you're about to round the corner to the main area that adjoins the two dorm wings, you notice a slight repetitive sound and what might be groaning. A glance around indicates it's probably coming from the room labelled 'Supervisor Azja'... Rakell's room. Said door is also open just slightly. Huh, you'd've figured if anyone here would be particularly interested in their privacy, it's the one in charge of a bunch of people serving criminal sentences. She must have been pretty distracted to leave the door open... wonder what she's doing in there?"\n\n<hr>\n[[Peek.|GGSR7x5]]\n\n[[Mind your own business.|GGOri4x1]]

It's not so much that you actually verbalize the idea as you just sort of slowly lean in towards the dildo, your eyes gradually tracking to meet your mother's full-on as you do. You can see her doing the same, just sort of leaning in bit by bit, until both of your tongues start to poke out past your lips. Then, slowly, you begin tonguing over the recreation of your father's cock, tracing familiar lines and veins, as your mother does the same on the other side of it, both of you looking into one another's eyes as you do.\n\nSo you can see her eyes getting heavy-lidded as she gives in to the desire that was building in both of you, and you can feel yours doing the same as the two of you work your tongues and mouths over the recreation of your father's cock. Bit by bit the two of you work your way up until you're tonguing the head together, your tongues lolling over each other, lips brushing together with every lean in to kiss, until the dildo isn't even between you anymore and you're just sucking your mother's tongue and she yours in turn. The phallus and its attachment straps are tossed onto the bed, your mother's hands roaming over your back, squeezing your ass, then starting to undo your jeans even as you squeeze her tits.\n\n"Mm... you know this... mm... isn't really something we should be doing," your mother murmurs against your lips, even as she gives your jeans and panties a firm yank down to pull them over your hips, baring your pussy and ass. \n\n"I think we kinda went past the bounds of good taste when you told me if I liked letting Dad fuck me it'd be a big help," you reply dryly, having slipped your hands under her shirt to undo her bra, sliding it down enough that you can cup her tits directly and knead them.\n\n"You're prooobably right," she says with a little giggle, drawing away slightly and giving you a little push onto the bed, Little Daddy and the strapon attachment giving a bit of a bounce beside you. You haul off your T-shirt as your mother pulls off her shirt and bra before snagging your jeans and panties, pulling them fully down your legs and off of you, and only taking a moment to undo her own and shove them down, stepping out of them and right into kneeling between your legs, pushing your thighs apart as she adds, "I suppose it was probably inevitable I'd wind up eating this cute cunt of yours with the way things are going, honey. Mmm, teenage pussy, takes <i>me</i> right back to high school," she practically coos as she leans in, sliding two fingers into you even as her tongue slips out to start working over your clit.\n\nYour hips arch, a loud moan escaping you, pleasure suffusing all the thoughts on the series of interesting revelations you've just been given. But it's definitely hard to deny that your mother clearly has some experience pleasuring another woman, her tongue flicking in a quick, steady rhythm as her fingers slowly stroke in and out of your pussy, curling and turning gently inside you. You twist and moan on the sheets, gripping your own tits and squeezing them, at least until your mother moves up to start suckling one of your nipples. That brings her close enough that you can at least return the favor a bit, sliding a hand between her legs, your fingers sliding over her slick pussylips and teasing her clit, the both of you rolling and giving little twitches of your hips in that way mothers and daughters have of reacting to things the same way. Soon she moves back up to resume kissing you, the two of you twirling your tongues together as you pump your fingers into each other, your round, pert teen ass wiggling as her round, motherly one jiggles.\n\nBut both of you know what the real main event here is, and eventually your mother pulls away some, snagging Little Daddy and the strapon rig, sliding the ring over the tip and down to rest against the base of the balls before starting to, well, strap it on. Rolling over and getting up on all fours, for the first time you really process that your parents have a mirror on the wall at the head of the bed. You guess you never really thought about why that was there before, but the view of yourself in full bitch position as your mother finishes tugging straps taut around her full hips and then moves into position behind you, that recreation of her husband's cock swaying in front of her, her tits jiggling... oh yeah, you can see why they installed it.\n\n"Well someone didn't hesitate before wanting to do it like they do on the Discovery channel," your mother teases as she wraps a hand around Little Daddy, rubbing its blunt tip up and down your slit before slowly, smoothly pushing it inside you. You let out a loud moan as it slips inside, your pussy well and truly molded to the particular shape of this exact cock by now. It's not quite as good inside you as the real thing... but it's definitely made up for by the wicked thrill of your mother's hands moving to grip your hips and squeeze. "Yeah, you like this, Cyan sweetheart?" she coos at you as she pushes all the way in, grinding her strapped hips against your ass a bit as the cool metal of the gold ring presses up against your hot, plumped-up pussylips. "You like getting <i>fucked</i> by your daddy's cock even when he's not here?" she continues as she starts to thrust, quickly building up to a quick, steady pace that's <i>almost</i> like what your father uses but just off enough to constantly remind you that no, this time it's your mother fucking you.\n\n"Mmmmmnh yeaaah," you moan out, your voice shaking with the impacts of the dildo being driven into you, already starting to rock yourself back against it shamelessly. Trying to lay claim to any sense of shame seems like it would just be ridiculous at this point, especially when you can watch yourself in the mirror, see the pleasure on your own face, see your perky teenage tits jiggling energetically under you, but also see your mother's own lustful smirk, her much bigger tits bouncing heavily with her motions as she drives the recreation of her husband's prick into your tight little snatch. "Fuck, fuck, his cock is the best, his cock is the fucking best...!"\n\n"Mmhmmmm," your mother purrs as she continues to fuck you with it, right before raising a hand and swinging it down in a firm smack on your ass, making you yelp and your pussy clench around it. "Your father spanks you, doesn't he?" Before you can even try to answer she smacks your ass again, making you almost gush over Little Daddy's rubber balls. "Such a naughty girl, getting off on being spanked by her own father, fucked by her own father~!" Then she leans down, shifting the speed and length of her thrusts as she draws close, her tits pillowing against your back as she whispers in your ear. "It's okay, sweetheart, I love when he spanks me and makes me his little girl too."\n\nYour mother fucks you to a good handful of very nice orgasms with the recreation of your father's cock, her hands roaming your body, squeezing your tits, smacking your ass, and with plenty of dirty talk that several times outright states this isn't the first time she's considered fucking your brains out. Eventually though she pulls out of you and undoes the straps, with you straightening up and turning to kiss her again as you help her out of the rig... and similarly help her to strap it onto you instead. As you're tightening it she lays back, grinning as she snags her own legs and pulls back on them, framing her own full tits and displaying her pussy and ass to you. "Mating press, huh?" you say with a smirk as you finish strapping on Little Daddy and move around, slapping the dildo lightly against her pussy a few times. "Want me to recreate my own conception with you, then?"\n\n"I'd demand to know how you know that term, but getting onto you for browsing porn at this particular time might be a bit too silly," your mother teases back, before giving a low 'mmmf' as you push the recreation of her husband's cock into her. You lean forward as you do, letting your tits press to hers, looking into her eyes as you brace on the balls of your feet, finding a good position for leverage as you get fully on top of her. Pressed close, you start pumping your hips good and hard, doing your best to drive her into the bed with your fucking, and then darting your head in to kiss her deeply as she moans and cries out, letting her sounds of pleasure vibrate against your lips and tongue as you mock-breed your mother with the mockup of your father's cock.\n\nOnce you've clearly made her cum several times (and admittedly cum yourself once just from the knowledge of what you're doing), you pull out of her and roll off, your mother sprawling a bit. The two of you lay side-by-side catching your breath, sweaty bodies gradually drawing together to cuddle, kissing here and there again as your hands roam each other's bodies, your mother stroking Little Daddy for a few before undoing the straps and pulling it off of you, setting it aside.\n\n"Well I definitely think we can have a lot of fun together, even while your father's out of town," she says with a light laugh. "Mm... though there's the question of what happens when he gets back..."\n\n<hr>\n[["Guess we can't tell him, huh?"|GGParent]]\n\n[["So when we tell him..."|GGParent]]

Obviously transformation "hypno" videos and whatnot are popular, so you're not surprised to find an account that's obviously dedicated entirely to that. Let's see... huh, either "Transformaster11" is really dedicated to the bit or has gotten a bunch of pleas from overly suggestive listeners because there's a pinned audio post at the top of the account that reads "Become yourself again". You guess that would be a pretty responsible thing to include if this stuff actually worked, or at least if you were dealing with people who really thought it actually worked.\n\nLet's see, what else do they have? Wow, a lot. Apparently this guy, girl, person, whatever, is really into pretty much every type of transformation there is. The list is pretty extensive. Hm, wonder if they're any good or if they're just one of those content creators that gets by on sheer volume? Well, only one way to find out!\n\n<hr>\n"[[Change sex (to Male)|GGME]]"\n\n"[[Become a dog|GGME]]"\n\n"[[Become an android|GGME]]"\n\n"[[Bimbofication|GGME]]"\n\n"[[Succubus Corruption|GGME]]"

-First August 2021 Update-\n\n* Bugfixes, as you might expect. \n* You can now have Hopita furnish your farm's basement. This adds an arcade machine you can play for prizes, as well as other stuff depending on if you either searched the basement first or had it searched for you.\n** The arcade machine currently has three games that operate on random numbers: Natural Selection, Rock Out With Your Cock Out, and Capture. (Yup, that one, albeit a heavily simplified version obviously.) Natural Selection and Rock Out both give either oysterberries or items which will have uses to be implemented Soon™. Capture is sort of the odd one out in that it awards either nothing (other than a lewd scene), 1000 FD, or a smaller chance of a rare item that will be <i>extremely</i> useful once it's fully implemented. (Not super small, about 10%, I got it on the fourth try of my first round of testing.) I probably won't add more games, but if I do I'll improve the chances of the special drop on Capture, so that it doesn't become increasingly difficult to get.\n** You can brew several random concoctions at the lab. You'll have to use them or find someone who can identify them to figure out what they are, though! (Use currently not implemented.)\n* Should no longer be able to theoretically go into debt planting oysterberries.\n* You can now paint your house black.\n* You'll now have a chance to discover robot girl parts while using the Explore function. Right now finding all the parts averages somewhere in the vicinity of 20 stamina, I'm considering lowering the probability to make finding them easier. (I've gotten them in as few as nine stamina used before. I'm iffy on how much work to make you put in to get a new waifu, but twenty does seem a little much.)\n* Exploring also has a chance of finding valuable items now (after all the robot parts have been found) so it's theoretically worthwhile to keep doing it even after you've found all the current areas.\n* You can now obtain another monster girl waifu, the Roboko Cogami. To acquire Cogami:\n** Search for all her parts in the adventure area's exploration function.\n** Assemble her at night.\n** Ask Hopita about your find.\n** Buy the charging station. You'll need to upgrade your house interior so the wiring can handle it. (This will also be useful for other waifus in the future.)\n** Return home in the evening and put your new waifu on her charger.\n** Lewds.\n** Cogami will start off with only basic functions but gradually perform data recovery as you interact with her, opening up more of her abilities. (As they get added.)\n* Alternatively, if you're not interested in robowaifu, once you've collected her parts and assembled her, you can sell her to Hopita. ... She'll be fine. Probably.\n* You can now meet a new monster girl on your farm. To meet her, buy the eldritch statue from Hopita and leave it up for three or more evenings. You'll also need to have found the lab kit in the basement, or paid Hopita to find everything before furnishing said basement. (Finding the kit can come at any point before or after the three days. The statue still needs to be up for the meeting, but after that she'll show up any time the statue is mounted.) If you've brewed some concoctions with the lab kit, she'll buy them off of you for random things she has on her (one potion a night, though this won't expend your evening action... well, unless you decide to trade it for <i>stuff</i> instead).\n* You can discover the Dessert Desert and the Bitch Beach via exploring.\n** The Dessert Desert can be revisited, but there's not much to find other than a chance of finding an item with future uses.\n** The first visit to the Bitch Beach is in, but not repeat visits.\n* When visiting the Jungle Trees, in addition to the possibility of finding oysterberries, you can spot either a Little Brown Elf or a Junglamia. Spotting either won't use up energy (though getting the oysterberries will), so if you decide not to approach them you don't lose anything.\n** Right now only the first interactions for both are available, but hopefully the next update I'll be able to add the repeat encounters with variations.\n\n- Second August 2021 Update-\n\n* Decided that since a lot of the available and planned waifus went a little hard on their kinks or were difficult to get, there should be an "easy", "simple" waifu too. Thus enter Cecilia the Sorta Succubus.\n** To recruit Cecilia, just renovate the interior of your farmhouse and buy at least the base coat of paint. \n** The next morning Cecilia will turn up to apply for a job, whether you sleep over or log out and back in.\n** You can choose to hire Cecilia or send her on her way. It's currently a one-time offer, so if you decline to hire her that's it.\n** If hired, Cecilia will offer to take over cooking for Amooya, you can accept or decline as you like.\n** The eventual plan is for every waifu to offer some in-game benefit for making them a waifu. (Once I figure out the coding and you rebuild her databanks a bit, Cogami will let you automate certain tasks like gardening or exploring.) Every waifu other than Cecilia. Since she's virtually a freebie, she's just there to do lewd things with and use as a guinea pig for various items you find. Also she is in fact better (and lewder) at cooking than Amooya, so there's that.\n* Fixed up some potential problems with the garden plot. (Who knew coding farming had so many pitfalls? Probably everyone that's tried it before.)\n* You can now visit the Mustang Plains. (Man I have ideas for even more areas but I feel like I need to get at least a couple of these fleshed out first, rather than indulge my usual proliferation. Also holy fuck just figuring out and troubleshooting the coding on the fucking repeat zone was so painful guys, wah.)\n** All of the first encounters with the horse-type monster people are done. A second encounter with the Stallioness is also done, but further encounters are pending.\n** Current encounter rates: Daymare 40%, Stallioness 40%, Maregold 10%, Stallyn 10%.\n* You can now acquire Monster Guy Cream by the encounter with the Stallyn. If you happen to have a condom on you (either from the arcade game or an encounter with the Stallioness), you'll get two from one encounter. Once you have some, you can visit the store and Hopita will smell it and offer to buy it from you. (It's quite valuable, to go with how rare monster guys are to encounter.)\n* You can now let Amooya fuck you after you fuck her. These scenes will gradually get slight changes to them as I work on more properly implementing the hidden "Amooya frustration" system. (Mwahaha.)\n* Right now if you use your last stamina point during the day to bang one of your waifus, it treats it as your last action of the day and you'll miss your evening action (well just Amooya since it's just her scenes written this update). I'll fix this up soon.\n\n-Third August 2021 Update-\n\n* Since the game is already getting a little large to start fresh every time, the issue of a save system became obvious (especially once it was actually brought up by someone). Unfortunately every answer to the question of a save system for the Sugarcane format for Twine was "switch to Sugarcube". Those of you who have been around for awhile may recall that the big barrier to switching to Sugarcube was that it colors all its links to the same thing, whether the passage it links to exists or not, eliminating DW's infamous (but necessary) red links. But, in the interest of this, and while the project is still (relatively, compared to DW and DM) small, I've decided to adapt. Current redlinks will be asterisked so you know not to click them, in the future I'll just leave currently unwritten links as plain text. Since this isn't really feasible for the other projects, for now only the standalone version of Farmster Girl World will use Sugarcube, the main games will still use Sugarcane.\n** This will require a fair number of alterations to the code, to the point that I'm not entirely certain that FGW will work inside of DW anymore. We'll see.\n** I have tried to preemptively run down any bugs caused by the alteration (Sugarcube handles true/false statements differently for one thing) but no promises I've caught them all.\n* You can now explore the Bitch Beach on your first arrival.\n* Added repeat encounter with the Little Brown Elf and the Junglamia. (Well, actually two different Junglamias can be encountered after the first one.)\n\n-Last August 2021 Update-\n\n* Added a link back to the adventure area when exploring the Bitch Beach. Oops.\n* You can also return to the Bitch Beach.\n* First encounters with the Beach Bitches at the Bitch Beach are now live. (Whichever one you first encounter, the other one should be your second encounter.)\n* It looks like red links will still work if I don't import a CSS style sheet. Since it looks like Sugarcube defaults to white-on-black, for now I'll just go back to using the default, it's waaaay easier than trying to asterisk everything and then remembering to remove the asterisks when I actually write a passage. Again, if anyone can figure out how to have a better style sheet but also red links, feel free to let me know.\n* You can have Sheba lead you to some of the girls now. (She says you need to have scanned them, but since I'm kind of assuming that you wouldn't want to find a monster girl again unless you'd already fucked them, you need to have both scanned and scened with them.)\n* The system for tracking whether Sheba will offer you quests is already implemented, just that the quests aren't. This means you can continue playing and the quests are more likely to immediately pop up once they're implemented. (Basically she'll have one for you roughly once an in-game week once the system goes in.)\n* I wanted the 'Get Milk?' MGAA to be a quick, straightforward way of getting an item from a monster girl (just less than usual). It didn't seem worth it though if it still used a full energy point, so I toyed with it using a half an energy point, but that seemed messy. Eventually I decided that it's a two-use-a-day item... you can use it twice without needing to expend any of your energy and get a free monster girl milk from whoever you encountered, but then it won't recharge until the next in-game day. (Obviously it would be more profitable FD-wise to do the full encounter, especially with monster girls that drop stuff other than or in addition to monster girl milk, but hey, up to you!)\n** Get Milk? can be used on the Pucker Plants. (Translation: If you don't mind the slight busy work, you can easily get two free monster girl milks a day after buying it.)\n* The first episodes of Mutant Seekers and Catch as Catch Can are available on the DVR.\n* Fixed an error with the new code that kept you from finding Cogami parts while exploring.

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

-Update 1-\n* <b>Main</b>: Celeste can now sign up for the [[Special Service Program|CelPizza1x1]] with Fully Automatic Food.\n* <b>Main:</b> Eric can [[go home|RunFF10x3]] for the fall break from magic school.\n* Bumped Layla's age up a year, to better fit with her being an already established High School In Crowd Girl and her general manner. This is currently in effect on her starting page, will change any other references as I find them.\n* <b>Main</b>: Layla can find her power threatened by a [[new girl|MeanGirlStart]].

"Here, girl! Here, Cyan!"\n\nYou let out a happy bark and crawl over to Mistress on all fours as always, the tags of your collar jingling. You stare up at her worshipfully, your tongue lolling out as you pant when she strokes a hand over your head. Your hair's starting to get a little shaggy and tangled, the thick layer of fur growing up and out unrestrained from your crotch also starting to get long enough to curl and poke out here and there, indicating it's almost time for you to go to the groomer again. You shake your ass happily, the bushy tail jutting up from the plug in your ass wobbling in the air as your eyes, completely vacant of anything like sentient thought, stay fixated on your sole reason in the world for living.\n\n"Oooo, Cyan, you're such a good girl," your Mistress, your god, coos as she runs her hand down from your head and along your jaw, scritching under your chin and making you whimper ecstatically. "Now, at least. You were such a baaaad girl a long time ago, weren't you?"\n\nYou stop shaking your ass, tilting your head and whining softly as you pout at Mistress. Did you do something wrong? Her mouth-sounds don't sound happy anymore. You hunch your shoulders and hunker down a little, your heavy breasts wobbling a little below you, thick nipples almost brushing the floor.\n\n"Ohhh, there there," she coos, running her hand down your back, easing the worry out of you as quickly and mindlessly as it came. "That was a stupid human girl who didn't do as she was told! Not my good, good puppy who always obeys, right?"\n\nYou bark happily and shake your ass, since it sounds like Mistress is happy again, making your tail wag for her since that always makes her laugh. And she does, before patting your head again. "Of course you doooo. You're not a bad girl, you're a good bitch! Now, kennel!"\n\nObeying the mouth-noise that means you're supposed to go to your cage, you turn and crawl away, tongue lolling out again as you make your way down the row. In the other cages are the Mistress's other dogs, moaning and barking as they get mated by the boy dogs kenneled with them, their tits shaking under them as they fuck back against the males. In other cages the dogs are using their mouths or hands on their mates, and in still others they have their faces shoved in their food or water bowls, asses raised high and showing off their hairy pussies beneath their tail-plugs. You pass by the cage next to yours, not even sparing a glance for the dog inside who's getting mated by a human male, the Mistress's friend fondling the dog's big, fat, milky tits as he prepares to give you another sibling.\n\nYou're happy to see that Mistress has provided you a proper male today though, and as you crawl into your cage he leaps up and forward, not caring that you're facing the wrong way. But you're a good bitch who loves to make males happy as well as the Mistress, so you open your mouth and let his shiny red cock slide into it, sucking and licking at it as he starts fucking your face, his own lolled-out tongue dripping saliva on your bare back and ass.\n\n"I wonder how you're enjoying your Bad End, Cyan...?" you can hear the Mistress saying in a thoughtful tone as there's the sound of your kennel door being swung closed and latched.\n\nYou think you recognize one of those mouth-sounds, you realize as your mate for the day starts thumping his knot against your lips. 'Bad'? You know you're not a bad girl, she just told you're not, so what's so bad about this...?\n\n<b>Aerin's Hoard</b> end - <i>Bitch's Good End</i>

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"You're heading to the city, I take it?" You wait for him to nod a bit numbly, before continuing, "Then you will please give me a ride there." This time you don't wait for the nod before making your way around to the cart, your bare breasts bouncing and swaying as you gracefully swing yourself up and make your way to sit down beside the slack-jawed teenage boy and across from his equally stunned sister.\n\n"Ah, yes, of course, m'lady, as y'say," he answers after a moment, before flicking the reins again and sending the horses on their way.\n\n"What <i>are</i> you?" the boy whispers, before yelping as his sister kicks his shin.\n\n"It is a reasonable question, if not socially adept," you tell the sister evenly, before looking at the boy. "I am an Iridescent Half Dragon. I am descended from multiple sorts of half dragon. The part of me that is not draconic is of elven lineage."\n\n"O-oh."\n\n"Um... are there a lot of you?" the girl asks, since questions apparently don't bother you.\n\n"I should not think so, no," you answer. No GM in their right mind would allow anyone to play such a race in the first place, whatever was responsible for you winding up as one in this world must have had their own unique reason for doing so, even if it was merely a sense of humor.\n\n"Ah... m'lady, would you perhaps like something to wear?" the mother asks, glancing over her shoulder worriedly.\n\n"I would not, thank you," you answer immediately. Even if they have any spare clothing, you sincerely doubt it would be of any better quality than what they have on. You can acquire something fitting to wear when you arrive in the city, suited to whatever life path you decide on. After a moment you add, "I do not mind any of you looking at my body, please feel free. You shouldn't worry about your children looking either, they both seem to be both well into puberty and quite well-behaved, thus capable of enjoying such sights."\n\n"O-oh. Well... alright," she answers, still sounding uncertain, but apparently convinced enough to drop it as she turns forward again.\n\n"If you would be so kind, sir, could you tell me what city it is we are going to, and when we will arrive?" you add in a coolly polite tone, directed at the father. You'd ask the boy or his sister, but both are busy staring at your body, for an assortment of reasons you would assume.\n\n"Ah, city's named Vinberg," he answers. "We'll get there sometime late tomorrow morning, after we stop for the night."\n\n"I see. That is acceptable, thank you."\n\nHours roll by, with them eventually introducing themselves as Klaus (the father), Marie (the mother), Kara (the daughter), and Wil (the son). Deciding to distance yourself somewhat from your prior self, you introduce yourself as Iri... perhaps a bit obvious, but apt (and admittedly more descriptive than 'Cyan', at this point). Their conversation continues to be a bit stilted throughout the day, though they do relax eventually... it's obvious they simply don't know quite what to say. Once the sky begins to darken, they pull into what's obviously a fairly well-used roadside campsite and secure the wagon, building a fire and beginning to make a dinner of simple stew.\n\nAs you eat they try to entertain you with stories from their hometown and talk of what Vinberg is like, but you mostly find the tales rather boring and of little practical use, so you simply listen with a neutral expression without dissuading them. You are, however, losing even that small amount of interest quickly, so perhaps it's time to find something else to do. The most obvious and most polite thing would be to simply excuse yourself and then go to sleep. You glance at the offspring thoughtfully though... both look fifteen or so, perhaps sixteen, obviously sexually mature, you could entertain yourself for a few hours with one of them. Or you could involve the whole family, you've little doubt your ability to be seductive could do so.\n\n<hr>\n[[Go to sleep.|IriDra]]\n\n[[Seduce Wil.|IriDra]]\n\n[[Seduce Kara.|IriDra]]\n\n[[Seduce the family.|IriDra]]

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

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

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

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

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

The girls look like total preps... maybe even the sort that hang out with that bitch Layla. But you've never let yourself get hung up on the social strata of high school, or what "types" are supposed to mingle. What's the worst that could come of trying to talk to them, they'll laugh? Oh no, the horrors!\n\nRolling your eyes and grinning as you find your way towards the lower path (you wouldn't care, you wouldn't care <i>so hard</i>), you soon spot the pair who have apparently stopped at a break station to let their dogs have a drink, chat, and check their phones. The dogs are both Golden Retrievers... very pretty, very well-groomed, probably really expensive purebred examples of the breed, to judge by the overall 'spoiled daddy's girl' look of the two. Then you blink as you get closer and realize you know one of those spoiled daddy's girls. Raising your hand, you call, "Hey, Andi!"\n\n"Cyan!" the girl chirps happily, smiling as she turns, green eyes lighting up. "Hi! What are you doing here?"\n\n"Was getting cabin fever. I didn't know you had a dog," you say, squatting down as the Retriever on the end of her leash wanders towards you. You grin and hold your hand out to let him sniff.\n\n"I just got Ducky at the start of summer," your friend replies brightly. "Cyan, this is my friend Bambi."\n\nYou valiantly try to keep the smirk off your face and the snort from escaping your lips. Of course it is. You ruffle Ducky's ears, the dog smiling happily and wagging his tail at the attention, and look up at the other girl, keeping your expression to a grin. "Hey, Bambi."\n\n"Cyan," the other blonde girl replies with a nod. She looks like she's still making up her mind whether to immediately hate you or not, but has actually been taught manners and thus isn't going to show it.\n\n"Cyan and I met in school last year," Andi explains excitedly to her near identically-dressed friend. "The teacher put us together and I think at first we were both totally 'Oh nooo'," she continues with a giggle. "But she's super nice and really smart, and she's soooo good at explaining stuff to you without treating you like you're stupid or something."\n\n"Really?" Bambi looks back at you, and you notice her blue eyes visibly warming a little. "That's, like, pretty cool."\n\n"Andi's pretty smart herself, she just seems to have a tough time believing it," you reply with a grin, patting Ducky's side a few times before standing, doing Andi the favor of not noticing her blushing. "How'd you two meet?"\n\n"We're sort of in a, like, club together?" Andi offers, putting a finger along her cheek and rolling her eyes up some as if thinking.\n\n"Just a, like, social thing, yanno?" Bambi picks up, grinning broadly now. "We, like, invite girls we think would have fun with what we do, and stuff."\n\n"Uh-huh." You blink. Jesus, it's true, they really do have little special clubs for themselves.\n\n"Bambi! We should <i>totally</i> invite Cyan to join!" Andi suddenly squeals, clapping her hands together and actually hopping in place. Her sports bra must be an extra support variety because her D-cups don't so much as jiggle. "She loves trying new things and she's always got great ideas! Plus she could totally help us all with our grades and stuff! You even said your Daddy wasn't going to let you have the house to yourself as much if you didn't get yours up, right?"\n\nBambi and you both eye each other with extremely similar skeptical expressions, her obviously considering. Then she smiles, and the weirdest thing about it is that it looks sincere. "I think that might be, like, kinda cool and stuff." Then she frowns just a little and tilts her head. "But, like, you have to be able to keep secrets, okay? You're not allowed to tell, like, <i>anyone</i> outside of the club what we do, and stuff."\n\nYou quirk an eyebrow. What is this, the bottle blonde equivalent of the Skulls? You glance aside at Andi, who's practically squirming like a puppy and looking at you with big pleading green eyes. Hoo boy.\n\n<hr>\n[[Join.|GGDogPlaceholder]]\n\n[[Refuse.|GGDog8x2]]

"I appreciate the offer and everything, honest guys, but I've got, y'know, my art to work on and other stuff with people scheduled, I wouldn't wanna say I'd do it only to have to ditch out on either you or them," you say, wagging a hand.\n\nAt least both of them take the rejection gracefully, and you spend a little while chatting with them and wind up agreeing to go out for boba. Bambi gets around to introducing her own dog, Apollo, who seems remarkably dignified and calm for a Golden, who you typically understand to be a bit more like Ducky, excitable and wiggly and a a bit derpy. Maybe there's something to the idea that people (and dogs) evolve to match their names. ... Which means you're probably heading for either a hippie commune or a stripper pole. Well, if it's the latter, you figure there's at least a fifty-fifty shot you'll see Bambi there, if she doesn't find a rich old man to marry instead.\n\nAnyway, you've had enough practice with Andi to not giggle or make faces at the two's somewhat stereotypical valley girl mannerisms, and the three of you have quite a nice time. You and Bambi exchange numbers in a friendly way, and you go about your summer for a bit longer, until...\n\n"Your father and I both need to attend this conference, our bosses are really breathing down our necks about it," your mother says with a sigh, folding her arms over her chest. "So we'll be gone at least a week, maybe two."\n\n"Wow, long conference. Where's it at?" you ask curiously.\n\n"Nowhere interesting," she says with an entirely too casual shrug that immediately makes you suspicious. "Anyway, if you'll promise not to go wild, we'll just leave you some money and a freezer full of food and you can have your own little two week staycation from us. But you have to <i>promise</i>... it's not like you're the wild party type, exactly," she adds, eyeing you briefly. "But you do have a <i>lot</i> of friends. And you get ideas."\n\n"Of course I have ideas. Ideas for art," you reply in a slightly overly innocent tone.\n\n"Mm-hmmm," she says in a tone that briefly worries you that she has a pretty good idea of some of the art you draw. But thankfully she doesn't say anything, instead asking, "So do you promise?"\n\n<hr>\n[["I promise, I promise."|GGDog8x3]]\n\n[["Suuuure, I promi~se! Heh heh heeeh..."|GGDog]]\n\n[["I promise not to go nuts."|GGDog]]\n\n[["Wherrrre did you say the conference was again...?"|GGDog]]

"Alright, good," your mother says with a nod. "Thank you."\n\nThe next week or so of prep passes, and your parents are luckily not the overbearing sorts that make you promise over and over again (just like, twice more, at long enough intervals to only aggravate you a little). On the one hand it's pretty silly, you're not really the 'throwing a wild party' type. ... You do, however, know at least several people who are that type, and they know that, so you guess fair. But eventually the two of them give hugs and kisses and then get in the car and head off to the airport, to... to... huh, where did they say they were going? Other than "a conference"? You suddenly realize they kind of avoided saying. Your mom did leave you a little packet of papers with the contact info, so let's open that, and the hotel is...\n\n...\n\n"Oh you guys SUCK!" you shout towards the front of the house.\n\nBleh. Oh well. Two weeks of privacy and self-determination is still a pretty decent consolation prize. You're just considering whether to take up recreational nudism or binge watch the latest isekai anime or maybe do both at once when your phone rings. ... Rings? Someone's actually calling you? You dig it out of your pocket and glance. Oh, it's Bambi. Huh, must be important to actually call instead of text. You tap the green button and put the phone to your ear. "Hey, Bambi, what's up?"\n\n"<i>Cyan, I like need a totally big favor, I'm sorry,</i>" she immediately huffs. "<i>My family's had a kind of emergency thingy come up and we need to go out of town, and we can't take Apollo. Could you watch him for a while? Like maybe up to two weeks?</i>"\n\n"Uhhhhh..." you murmur, blinking. "Can't Andi watch him, or-"\n\n"<i>I already tried everyone in our club but they've all got stuff going on too, you're like totally the only other person I know who could watch him. Like normally I'd just leave him in the really nice kennel where I adopted him in the first place, but they must be busy because they're not answering the phone. Pleeeeease Cyan?</i>"\n\nOof. So much for your two weeks of doing whatever you want with no other obligations. You wrinkle your nose a bit... you feeeeel like you should say yes because it's not like you even have to ask your parents about it, and Bambi's clearly in a bind. But it was <i>your</i> private time two weeks and you don't get opportunities like that very often, and won't for years yet. You have the right to say no, right?\n\nWell. Yeah. But you still might feel bad. Ugh, what to do?\n\n<hr>\n[[Agree to watch Apollo.|GGDog19x1]]\n\n[[Decline.|GGDog8x4]]

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

"Yeah, okay," you say with a sigh. "You're right. Sorry again."\n\nShe gives you a pat on the side of the shoulder. "Wanna watch something, or are you movied out?"\n\n"I think I'm everythinged out. I'm gonna grab something to eat and then head to bed, okay?"\n\n"Okay. Sweet dreams."\n\nYou raid the kitchen, going through most of a gallon of milk (and wishing it were a different thin white substance, though obviously that didn't keep you hydrated despite the amount of it you guzzled) and two containers of deli meat. After that you retreat to your room, sending Leslie a text explaining that you need her to alibi you and how. Once you receive the text confirming it, you set the phone aside and flop into bed. Your hands wander over your belly, pulling the tanktop up and exploring the little stings of the scratches, your thoughts of the strong forelegs wrapped around you that put them there.\n\nOf course, your dreams that night are filled with panting, lolling tongues, glistening dicks and howls of release. You wake up more than once to find your fingers between your legs, which are shuddering with release. Eventually you give up, dumping the sodden pajama pants to the floor and just laying with your face in the pillow and ass in the air, fingering your pussy and moaning muffledly, occasionally reaching up with your other hand to tease at your twitching asshole. You drift in and out of sleep like that all night, hoping you don't howl out in your sleep as you're eagerly raped by hundreds of mental canine lovers.\n\nYou manage to remember to cover yourself before morning comes, lest your mother check on you. You don't know if she does, but you awake to the sound of her car door closing and the car pulling out of the driveway. You toss the covers off of yourself and roll over on your back, almost idly tucking your hand back between your legs and rubbing your sodden pussy. A quick glance towards your computer shows that the light indicating an active network connection is off... your mother generally trusts you, but apparently she felt that expecting you to adhere to your punishment with a working cable modem in the house was a little too much. She's probably got Ms. Kaufmann across the street and Ms. Hernandez next door spying on you, too, in case you try to leave the house.\n\nYou moan softly as you get yourself off... though it's only a pale shadow of the orgasms from yesterday. You let out a little sigh, bringing your dripping fingers up close to your face to look glumly at them. You're obviously going to have to solve this somehow. You've gone without dog cock for almost ten hours at this point and it already feels like an eternity. Sure, the cravings might subside a little over time, but when? You'll have to come up with a solution to satisfy or overcome these cravings or you'll go crazy.\n\n<hr>\n[[Get a dog.|GGDog1x7]]\n\n[[Seek an artificial substitute.|GGDogPlaceholder]]\n\n[[Find someone you know with a dog.|GGDogPlaceholder]]\n\n[[Agh, this is too frustrating! You need it now! Sneak out!|GGDogPlaceholder]]

Well, may as well check out the new homeland. No use staying about up here and risking running into a human that could actually, conceivably do something negative to a newly-created demon. Sure, there are lots of negative things to happen in the lower planes as well, but, those are more certain and obvious dangers. Swinging up onto your hellsteed's back and taking a moment to luxuriously grind your pussy against his spine, you lean forward and rest your hands on his powerful neck. The demon equine rears and whinnies loudly enough to shake the room, metallic hooves clawing the air as the cement floor cracks and sunders, spouting flames and belching sulfurous gas. You guide your steed to twist and plunge into the opening, galloping at breakneck speed down a portal of fire.\n\nEventually the portal opens and you gallop out onto hard-packed red earth, your steed rearing and whinnying boomingly again as the ring of fire snaps closed behind you with a puff. As the beast below you thuds back to all fours and settles down with a short snort of flames, you take a look around. There's not a whole lot to look at around here... it's rocky, fairly desolate land around the packed road, mostly of red and purplish stone, with spires and piles of boulders in the distance, and mountains faintly visible beyond that. Off to one side, a bit distant, is black water, the sound of waves crashing on the shore and the raucous cry of something leathery and winged carrying on the breeze just barely audible.\n\nYou glance about, and soon spot a convenient signpost nailed to a crooked, dead-seeming tree. One crude, warped arrow points one way down the road and reads 'Xkghton - 66 Miles'. The other points the opposite direction and reads 'Nothing - 6000 Miles'. ... What an interesting choice for a place to put the sign. Still, the choice seems obvious, either visit Xkghton, or head off into the vast wastes of this plane to seek your own fortune with nothing to your name but the hellhorse clasped between your bare thighs.\n\n<hr>\n[[Xkghton.|GGHell2x1]]\n\n[[Wastes.|GGHell1x1]]

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

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

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

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

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

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

Something clicks in your brain, and you point at the pathway with a number of stars in it. "That one, there."\n\n"You sound certain," Bane notes with a curious look.\n\n"That's the constellation Pegasus. A winged horse. It's definitely one of the markings a group that worshiped horses would use."\n\n"Now that I look at it, you're right," Amana says after a moment. "It's said centaurs are often great astronomers, that must be true, good work, Cyan."\n\nYou're not sure if it's that or if some bit of a school class or a movie just clicked, but you accept the praise either way, all of you setting off down the next pathway. Soon it opens out into a much larger cavern with several more constellations engraved on the ceiling and studded with gems to make the 'stars' glitter. One of them shines brightly the moment the party enters the room, and a blast of lightning flies from its stars and strikes the ground. In a bright flash, a figure appears... specifically, a centaur! Unlike you this one is wearing full armor and barding, gleaming silver plate armor covering his chest and arms, and along the back of his horse half and down its flanks and legs. But one thing you notice that isn't entirely armored is the heavy pair of balls and obviously thickly-stuffed sheath between his hind legs... damn, he's at <i>least</i> as big as the Clydesdale! You can feel your equine pussy moistening with desire even as he unsheaths a greatsword from his back and gestures to the party.\n\n"Trespassers! Heathens! You defile this sacred place with your very presence! Your fates are forfeit to the god of this place!"\n\n"Doesn't sound like he's open to negotiation," Bane murmurs, unsheathing his thin little sword while the others ready their own weapons.\n\n<hr>\n[[Er, right! For victory!|GGCentaur5x5]]\n\n[[Throw the fight! For horsecock!|GGCentaur]]

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You almost don't notice it when you move again, having been lulled into a state of blank-mindedness by the lack of sensation and not-noise long since. It actually feels strange as the seal is undone, as rubber starts peeling off of your skin with a long, somehow lewd noise, leaving you sprawled there immobile and dazed, your brain not really comprehending the sights and sounds taken in by your highly darkness-adjusted eyes. There's a familiar sound making mouth-noises, and then you feel hands wrapping around your legs and hooking under your arms, lifting you up off of the rubber sheet and carrying you, limp and naked, beneath hallway lights that gradually come into slightly better focus.\n\nThe pair of large male facility workers carry you into your room and lay you down on your bed, and then make mouth-noises to each other, your brain still not thoroughly reconnected enough with your sensitive, slightly tacky-feeling bare body yet to quite comprehend what they're saying. Then one of them is rolling you over and pulling your lower half over the side of the bed, and pushing his cock into your ass, which spreads open to accept him easily, leaving you to moan softly at the feel of pleasure after a seeming eternity of feeling nothing. The other male settles in front of you and pulls your mouth down over his cock, and you reward him for the sensation of tasting and feeling his prick by starting to suckle and slurp at it eagerly, your tongue going to work with a mindless enthusiasm guided by lust for feeling more than anything else. The one behind you starts driving into your ass with abandon, his hips compressing your round rear every time they smack against it and letting it bounce back when he pulls back, his hands coming forward to fill themselves to overflowing with your tits. You come a little bit more back to yourself and also drift a little further away with every orgasm that the sensation of cocks stuffed in your ass and mouth drives you to, until you finally pass out at the overwhelming feeling of being used as a cumdump.\n\nYou blink and sit up suddenly, looking around. You're on your bed in your small, simple quarters in Operations. To judge by the clock and date display on the wall, it's roughly four days since you first entered the lab for the procedure. You look down at yourself, then stare... your body has changed. Your tits are now huge... easily the size of your head, maybe bigger. Every slight shift and movement makes them jiggle energetically, even your breathing. They sway and wobble like jello as you clamber to your feet and move to look in a mirror. Your hips are a bit rounder too, and your ass is definitely more full. Curious, you give it a slight smack, gasping a little both in surprise at how good it feels and at the sight of it jiggling just as energetically as your tits. "Side effects," you mutter to yourself with a shake of the head. How are you going to sneak through vents with these? You press your hands on your tits, unable to help moaning at how good even that rather rough treatment feels, but also watch as they easily compress down practically flat and then spring back out to jiggle and bounce crazily as you release them. Ah, that's how.\n\nYou spend a few moments twisting and stretching, and are truly surprised by how effortless it is to twist into near impossible positions. You start to ease yourself down into a splits, something you could barely do as an enhanced agent... and then just drop down when you realize there's no resistance and no pain, stretching your legs out at a perfect 180 degree line, your pussy actually touching against the floor. You find yourself rubbing against it, groaning lowly at the stimulation of the carpet on your smooth, bare sex. You've been awhile without any stimulation at all, after all. Well, time to fix that.\n\nClimbing back up onto the bed, you begin kneading your newly immense tits, moaning lustily as your fingers practically disappear into them when you squeeze down. You toy with your larger, thicker, longer nipples, teasing at them and pinching, giving a few tugs and gasping loudly in pleasure and surprise at just how far they can stretch before even the hint of pain appears. Unable to help your curiosity, you begin toying an index finger at the very tip of one, gradually working it around and around and exerting more pressure... then cry out as your fingertip actually pushes inside your nipple. You shiver at the intense pleasure, pushing your index fingers into both nipples and starting to finger-fuck your own tits. Soon you're two-fingering your nipples and shuddering as you drive yourself to multiple boobgasms from the strange and erotic sensation. \n\nBy the time you take a break from finger-fucking your own nipples, your pussy is puffy and sopping wet. You experimentally push three fingers into it, feeling it stretch fairly easily but cling closely... just like well-made rubber. You pump three fingers into yourself, then four, and finally twist some to push your entire hand into yourself up to the wrist, moaning loudly as your pussy engulfs your entire fist. You roll onto your front, pillowed by your huge squishy tits as you reach back and push your other hand just as easily into your ass, your eyes rolling up into your head and tongue lolling out as you work both of your own holes with an entire hand each.\n\nBut once you've gotten yourself off repeatedly that way, you're still not done. There's still one more thing to try, the ultimate test of your new flexibility. You grab your own legs, then slowly begin to lean forward. Your back curves as easily as a cat's, and though it takes more time and effort than the previous maneuvers, soon your tits are being squashed against your own belly as you bend forward and bring your face up to your own crotch. You begin to live out everyone's private dream as you start working your tongue over your own pussy, giving yourself the oral sex you've always dreamed of, moaning against your own wet, sopping folds as you nibble your own stiff clit and tonguefuck your cunt while bent into a pretzle.\n\nAll good things must come to an end however, and eventually, tired and satisfied, you uncoil and head into your bathroom to get cleaned up. You emerge and don one of the form-fitting bodysuits usually worn for casual wear around Operations... though yours has a lot more form to fit now... and head out to the meeting room, having been alerted that Ryoko and Karin are waiting for you.\n\n"Ah, good, you're here," Ryoko says as she glances up. "I take it you've noticed some of the side effects?" she adds, glancing in mild amusement at your chest. "Apparently the material sometimes bonds with and propagates in fat cells as well, so."\n\n"I'd noticed, yes," you reply dryly as you settle into one of the chairs at the table. "I'll get used to it easily enough."\n\n"Good, because in just a few days' time, we'll have another mission for you. Kuroko Sakai suffered an extreme setback with your destruction of her facility and discovery that she's using genetic augments. We've already taken out one of her genetic research facilities, but there's another, more secure and hardened one that we need to destroy as well. That will be your next task."\n\n"Now hey wait hold on!" Karin interjects. "There's something else to consider! Kyoko-chan's flexibility ratio is almost double what any other agent who's undergone the procedure has wound up with. The treatment seems to really agree with her so we could stand to study why and how it's so effective... maybe even put her through the procedure again. We could be bordering on authentic superpowers here, not just greater-than-normal human abilities!"\n\n"Kyoko is a field agent, not a test subject," Ryoko says a little sharply, before sighing. "But you're right, that could be quite valuable research. Still, this genetic facility needs addressing. Kyoko, what do you think...?"\n\n<hr>\n[[Take out the genetics lab.|Kyoko]]\n\n[[More flexibility process testing.|Kyoko]]

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

"So, let's start this century's report with my brother. How's his room doing?"\n\n"Mmf.. w-well, Mistress, the... the first few times I checked in on him he was mostly having mindless threesomes with his dogs," you answer, squirming as you watch Tanya being fussed over and attended by all her former coed servants who have now been allowed to ascend to full succubus status, loyally filing and painting Tanya's fingernails and toenails, brushing her hair, putting in newly-polished nipple rings and of course cleaning her pussy with their tongues. "On... on further check-ins, he was wearing more and more girl clothes... at first just stockings and maybe bras, but then actual lingerie... then... then he was in full cross-dressing and going on dates and having sex with other men, like his school friends, or... h-his dad..."\n\n"Mm, dear old Dad does have a pretty great dick," Tanya muses with a snicker, stroking her fingers playfully through one of her attendants' hair. "Well, that's about typical for Kev, he goes through these little phases every other century or so. What about everyone's favorite star-spangled snek, hm?"\n\n"Ah. Yes... Mistress," you whine, unable to help tucking a hand between your legs and rubbing the smooth, latex-like surface of the red, white, and blue material bonded to your skin. You know that it's no good... all you'll be able to do is feel a bit of the pressure, really only further stimulating your constantly aroused but never satisfied cunt. "On average, we cycle three other inmates a day through, um, mister snek's room, and he seems to enjoy having some variety in how long he fucks them before he eats them. ... Oh please, please Mistress, can he eat me?" you whimper, wiggling your ass as you grind your fingers against your nulled crotch even harder. "I've been <i>so good</i> for the last thousand years, I won't even ask for him to fuck me, just let him eat me, <i>please</i>!"\n\n"Now, now, you know full well that asking to be allowed to participate isn't being good," Tanya scolds, her smirk only growing wider. "You just completely spoiled the streak you were on."\n\n"I'm... I'm sorry, Mistress," you whimper, sagging in place, your hand still working fruitlessly between your thighs.\n\n"Guess you'll have to try to impress me again, huh? Let's see if you can go... oh... 10,000 years without asking about it," Tanya suggests airily. "Then maybe I'll consider letting you... let's say... <i>touch</i> star-spangled snek's belly after he's eaten someone else, hm?"\n\n"R-really?" Now you start full-out sobbing, your entire body starting to tremble with gratitude. "Thank you, Mistress! Th-thank you! I'll be good, I'll be very good, I promise!"\n\n"Prove it. Now, continue."\n\n"Yes, Mistress, of course! There are now 233 inmates who have found their way to the dairy barn and have been there for more than fifty years, which is up from 199 last century! And, and...!"\n\n<hr>\n\n<b>Little Farm of Horrors</b> end - <i>Monitor duty</i>

You failed. You got distracted and made a wrong choice, and you failed. Slowly you sink to your knees, putting your face in your hands and crying.\n\n"Okay... okay, you win, Tanya," you sob. "You win."\n\n"Of course I win!" Tanya declares as she abruptly appears standing in front of you, smirking as she puts her hands on her hips and bends forward to look at you, big red tits dropping down and wobbling in front of your face. "How nice of you to notice! Of course, this way I win not just you, but eeeverybody else."\n\nYour heart sinks even further as you realize that you've doomed not only yourself, but everyone else at the party. You raise your despairing eyes to meet Tanya's... your mistress's. "What... what happens now? Are you... are you going to do to me what you did to them? Turn me into something, or... or give me to someone who's changed, or...?"\n\n"Oh no, oh noooo honey," Tanya croons as she straightens up. "Y'see, if you had given in at the start, I'd have been inclined to be merciful... I might even have let you go on living your life like kinda-sorta normal. And if you'd struggled on and made a good showing of it, I could have respected that, and given you some fitting fate. But this? This is just pathetic," she adds with a sneer, making you wilt further inside. "No, I've got something different in mind for you now."\n\nShe holds her hand out to the side, and in a flash something appears in it... a clipboard with a pen and a piece of paper. "Your job, for the rest of eternity, will be to patrol my new little gallery here, looking in on all my current exhibits and all the ones I'll add from now until the end of time. Observing all of them, all the depraved, strange, devious sexual strangeness that I can come up with, unable to help being aroused by it, unable to help wanting it for yourself..."\n\nThen she snaps the fingers of her other hand, and you gasp as your bikini shimmers and turns almost liquidy, more latex-like, flowing to completely cover the fronts of your breast and concentrating itself over your crotch and the cleft of your ass before solidifying again, strapless but completely sealed against and bonded to your skin. "But never getting it. Never so much as taking a cock or being able to pleasure yourself, let alone being allowed to participate in all the fun my own little slice of Hell has to offer. Now... get to work," she adds, dropping the clipboard to the floor in front of you with a clatter before she disappears in a puff of sulfur-scented smoke, her voice lingering after in the empty hallway. "Just because you've got job security is no reason to slack off!"\n\n<hr>\n[[Game Over.|HolJuly3axEnd2]]

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

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

"Okay, yeah, I've got a twenty I think," you agree, fishing out your wallet and checking. "Yup. Okay, but get me something good, alright?" you add in a teasing tone.\n\n"You seem pretty good already, but I'll do my best," she replies with a flirtatious wink. "But okay, whattya thinking?"\n\n"How about something..."\n\n<hr>\n[["... cute."|GGVex1x1]]

Fighting games are fun, and popular, and everyone expects them to be online nowadays. Like an MMO, there's lots of people interacting with each other, and thus lots of chances for them to be naughty with themselves or one another. The question is, how best to evoke that naughtiness? You consider as you look through the various fighting games you have installed on your PC, thinking what would work best as a model.\n\nWhen you find the one, you know it immediately, grinning. Of course, what do people want more than to play a fighting game? They want to play <i>every</i> fighting game! With characters that aren't even in fighting games normally too! Hm... unfortunately, as it is, you wouldn't be able to hijack the existing game. It's too spread out and distributed... you'd have to just catch people with copies you'd altered, and that seems far too slipshod and unreliable. If you're going to do this big, you want to draw in everyone possible, so that you can draw energy off of everyone that does something naughty in it or because of it. You're going to have to create a new game, one that appeals on the same levels as this one and can steal its audience.\n\nObviously, the sheer amount of sprite work involved would be nearly impossible without a community working together... actually, no, no way you can do sprites, not and compete with the original. They'll have to be high quality renders, both to draw in players, and literally to draw in players, since the better-looking the models the more you'll be able to pull someone's consciousness into them. Luckily, you have magic woven with programming to help you out... all it takes is ripping some decently high-quality preexisting models from other fighting games, and you're able to build a sort of magical 'template' to put other models people have made or that are from non-fighting games through. After some further tweaking and work, you actually have it down to a drag-and-drop system on your computer. Download something as simple as a 2D sprite file from the original game to a program window on your computer, and in under an hour it spits out a thoroughly-rendered and already enchanted character file for you to load into your own game.\n\nThe enchantments are layered, and it's a good thing that you automated the process, because casting them on each file as you made it would be both time intensive and energy-draining. Even as it is to build up the reservoir for the computer to use requires a few months of kinky sex with your friends, your parents, random stray dogs, that sort of thing. Luckily the more you refine the process, the less of the reservoir it uses. But each character, and the game itself, is able to do a number of things: it draws the player's consciousness into the game, so that from outside they'll still appear to be sitting there and playing absentmindedly, while from their own perspective they'll actually <i>be</i> that character, in body and partially in mind, though still aware that they've become that character distinct from themselves. Then, should they return to their own body at the end of the match, they'll forget just how vivid the play experience was, merely remembering it as an intense bout of gaming they enjoyed. It will become an almost addictive experience, wanting to go again and again, eager to dive back into that character or a new one and engage in battle.\n\nWhich of course will make them more likely to run afoul of some more permanent fate sooner or later. Should they meet some lewd Bad End sort of scenario in the course of a match, their existence will stay that way inside the servers forever... and thus forever provide you with the lewd magical energy. Their bodies will disappear the moment they're no longer actively observed, and similarly any trace of your game will be completely wiped out. As well, the more lewd magical energy is stored on the servers, the more likely such fates are to occur, and the more powerful you'll become. Indeed, as you work on it, you figure out a way that certain players will be imbued with a little bit of wicked witch power themselves without actually becoming wicked witches... but they will be primary perpetrators of lewdness, on the prowl for new victims, pumping more lewd magical energy into the servers until they too one day fall victim to some other power player or even random chance, and become prey, returning all their own stored-up energy into the reserves. It's a flawless plan, and you're rather smug as you release the first build of SIMFITE (Super Immersive Multiplayer Fighter Intense Training Engine) onto the web.\n\nOf course you've left out a few very special features, and released a slightly nerfed version of the character generator to go along with it... this version will only accept 3D models to make it more believable to the uninitiated, and it calls back to your own server to get the magical energy to avoid any early mistakes. But you need to give the game time to spread in its non-lewd variety, instead purely with "vanilla" fighting... releasing it with the lewds front-loaded would be a tad too obvious and might attract too much unwanted attention. No, it needs to get good and spread out first, let people get frustrated by their somehow thwarted attempts to add in any significant lewds themselves, before you step it up.\n\nOne day you check the tracking software, and grin as you notice the seven figure download number and the six figure active players. Oh yeah, it's definitely time. You open up your personal SIMFITE program and go through to character select. It's updated with not only the vast roster of characters you released it with, but all the characters that have been added in by others since then from other games. But you ignore those and head for the cackling demon head in the corner, selecting it with your controller. This opens up a new roster of special characters that aren't available to the general public, only to you: the Lewd Fighters. Of course, once you release a patch update eventually, all the fighters will be lewd fighters, but these are especially geared towards debauchery. You can feel free to play around with them using the userbase as much as you like until you've had your fill, and then, well.\n\nNormal SIMFITE players are matched with each other randomly, or they can pick matches with people they know via user ID or local matches. Your interface, however, is set up to give you access to the entire online player and character roster, giving you multiple search options but defaulting to sorting them by the series they're from and the character they're playing. Thus you can pick whatever target you like from those available to try your Lewd Fighter on. You've also set it up so that once you're in a fight, you can start a new round whenever you want, and there's no 'best of three' rule... you can start new rounds and keep toying with the character/player until you're done with them!\n\nFirst let's try...\n\n<hr>\n[[John Bigballs.|GG-FF-BB-Start]]\n\n[[Rapeball.|GG-FF-RBStart]]\n\n[[Tenta-Z.|GG-FF-TZStart]]\n\n[[Poison Alter.|GG-FF-PAStart]]

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

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

"Tanya!" you call, getting under the ball and redirecting it straight upwards with your fingers.\n\n"Hup!" Tanya races forward, leaping into the air and meeting the ball when it's barely even begun to come down, absolutely <i>slamming</i> her hand down on it. Hayate desperately tries to bump the ball in a return, but the power of Tanya's spike is sufficient to actually part her hands' hold on each other, the ball thudding to the sand between her legs.\n\n"Yeah!" you hoot in exultation, jumping up to give the laughing Tanya a double high-five. You've gotten the first point of the game!\n\nNow that you and Tanya have a sense of your strengths and how to work together, you proceed to dominate the rest of the match, decimating Hayate and Christina with quick and decisive power. They rally a bit for the second set, scoring enough points to make it a close game several times, but eventually you and your new friend come out on top. America, fuck yeah!\n\nYour second matchup of the day goes much the same way, and by dinnertime the sweet rush of victory assures that Tanya may very well be your favorite person ever. You're already listed as the team most likely to win the tournament!\n\nWith a lot of teams weeded out and sent to the "runner-up" competitions on the first day, you're scheduled for only a single match a day for the rest of the tournament, the top twelve teams of the first day scheduled to face off against each other until the top two compete on the final day of the tournament.\n\nAnd of course you win the second day's match as well, with your canny support and Tanya's blistering offense working better together than they were even on the first day. That obviously leaves you with the rest of the day free. Tanya says she wants to spend a little time with Serena, but that she'll meet you for dinner. Hm... so what to do with yourself...?\n\n<hr>\n[[Go shopping.|DOAplaceholder]]\n\n[[Take a walk around the island.|DOAplaceholder]]\n\n[[Relax by the pool.|DOAplaceholder]]\n\n[[Hang out in the bar.|DOAplaceholder]]

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Kovam actually seems like a pretty cool guy, Koliel's an absolute sweetheart, Hurgen appears to have a really good heart under his gruff exterior, and Jor... ... you're sure Jor isn't as bad as he seems. Maybe. Probably. Anyway taken all together they've been nothing but decent to you from the word 'go' and even if they are on a rather foolhardy path, you'd feel bad leaving them to walk it alone. No, you'll stick by them for now, and if you are all going to your deaths... well, going up against a dragon is a pretty metal way to end it, yeah?\n\nYou ask a few of the more reputable-seeming people around you how to get to the Fancy Horse Inn and start making your way there. Eventually you spot it, the sign not having any lettering but a very fancy horse on it indeed, one of the sorts with all sorts of barding and its mane done in those little... is it still a 'manbun' if it's on a horse? You don't know what they're called. Anyway, you're making your way towards the entrance when rough, braying laughter from several people (but a bit low down) catches your attention. You turn to notice a lot of metal clanking around in the street nearby... metal that's being worn by dwarves, that is, four of them. One is Hurgen, who's standing there silently, his face a bit ruddy and a deep scowl on his lips, while the other three are guffawing. You're guessing from the similar look of them, the way most are balding on top but with thick black-brown hair and the similar style of their braids and armor, they're probably all from the Coalash mountains.\n\n"Hurgen Elffucker, that's what they call you back home!" one of the laughing one says. "Shame of Coalash, that's another popular one!"\n\nYou'd expect Hurgen to just beat the shit out of the guy for that, but he's just... standing there, glowering, silent.\n\n<hr>\n[[Intervene.|GGMonk11x2]]\n\n[[Leave it be.|GGMonk]]

"No," he croaks almost immediately.\n\n"Jor, you <i>have to</i> tell them," you insist, leaning forward. "Not just because of the promise you made to me, for your own sake, goddammit. You can't keep doing this to them but more importantly you can't keep doing it to yourself! This is <i>killing you</i>," you hiss, seeing him jolt slightly in the near-darkness. "It's poisoning you inside, I can tell, and you can't keep living like you are."\n\n"... You know how Kovam is," Jor says after a moment. "He's manliness personified. He doesn't do... feelings, or talking about them, or... he'll just see me as weak. He'll laugh in my face," he mutters.\n\n"If he does I swear to fucking Christ that I will punch him in his brawny nose, but you still have to tell him," you urge. "Jor. It's time for you to start finding that guy you said you want to find, the one underneath the lechery and bravado and living down to everyone's expectations. And if Kovam won't help you find that guy, then fuck him, I will. I will stand by you, as long as you make the effort, as long as you try. Just... try. Okay?"\n\nWhen he doesn't answer you after awhile, you finally just stand and leave the room, returning to the one you share with Koliel. It's not until her worried fussing over you that you realize you've been crying for awhile now, but you assure her that it's just something private you had to work out with someone else. You sleep restlessly that night, worrying if leaving Jor in that dark, empty room with his heavy thoughts and a lot of sharp implements was the right thing to do. You worry all the way down to the breakfast table that morning, where you and the rest of the party sit, the others discussing their upcoming departure. You lift your head and turn it as an unfamiliar man approaches the table... and your jaw goes a bit slack.\n\n"Oh my, Jor, you're certainly looking dapper this morning," Koliel declares with a smile.\n\nJor raises a gloved hand to rub it over his shaved chin, his hair having been cropped to be almost shaved on the sides, eliminating the messy look from before, his face now clean, his clothing a little straighter, more of the buttons and clasps done properly than usual. "Thanks," he says, his whisky-rasp voice soft and even without any of the usual condescending leer of a tone he might usually use. He hesitates, then turns his head and clears his throat. "... Kovam."\n\n"Aye?" Kovam acknowledges with his mouth full, shoving some more of the thick-cut, half-cooked bacon the inn serves in his mouth.\n\nJor inhales through his nose and squares his shoulders a bit more, fixing his dark eyes on the big man. "Kovam. For more than three years I've stood beside you. We've faced danger and death together and saved each other's lives again and again." He starts to hesitate, then clearly pushes forward, as if not wanting to seem weak. "I have <i>more</i> than proven my worth and as your companion and as a fellow man of the blade, and I demand you give me the respect I'm due. No more introducing me to others as a 'back alley thug' or any bullshit like that!"\n\n"Aye, 'course, consider it done," Kovam grunts almost absently as he rises to his feet, slapping Jor on the upper arm companionably in passing.\n\n"... Buh?" Jor blinks a few times, looking over his shoulder after the other man, then looking even more shocked when Koliel rises and gently cups his jaw, kissing his cheek.\n\n"Some people just need to be asked, Jor," she says softly, giving him a warm smile. "Hello, it's nice to meet you," she adds, kissing his other cheek before heading for the exit as well.\n\n"Good on ya, lad, been waitin' for awhile," Hurgen grunts as he moves to give Jor a few firm pats on the back. "Was on the verge of sayin' somethin' myself, just never seemed the time. I'll ask yer apology for that someday, but for now, good on ya, good on ya indeed."\n\n"Uh... I..." Jor actually turns to watch Hurgen leave, then turns back towards you. "What... just happened?"\n\n"What just happened is 'I told you so'," you answer quietly, grinning at him.\n\n"... I..." He quickly raises a hand, pressing his thumb and forefinger to the corner of his eyes. "Uh, I..."\n\n"The really hard part is next, y'know," you note, standing and moving to copy Koliel's motion of kissing his cheek. "The part where you keep trying."\n\n"... Yeah." He sucks in a hard breath, straightening his back again. "Yeah. You're right. Thank you," he adds in a whisper.\n\nYou just pat his shoulder before heading out to do your own last-day shopping. You're not sure what you'll find that might help you survive fighting a dragon, but you figure one last cruise through the sales stalls won't hurt. Plus you figure Jor might need some time to get a handle on things.\n\nYou buy a few potions (one of Major Fire Resistance which sets you back a fair bit of the money Koliel gave you, but hey, seems a decent bet since no one's said what color the Great Wyrm is), but are getting ready to head back to the inn when you hear a croaking call of "You! The blue girl!"\n\nHalf on reflex you glance over and spot a fairly stereotypical crone wrapped in a brightly-colored woven cloak and black dress. Since a glance around reveals no conveniently blue nonhuman races, she must be referencing the dye in your hair, but all the same you point at yourself as you look at her.\n\n"Yes, you!" She points a long, knobby finger at you. "Great destiny wells up within you. Would you hear what I can read of it?"\n\n"Er... sorry, I've got friends waiting on me," you note, turning to go since this reeks more of 'small-time fair fortunetelling' than of anything else.\n\n"There is another you travel with, yes? One who holds his great destiny dear?" the crone calls as you start to walk off.\n\nThat makes you pause. If there's anything you've learned since you've joined the group, it's that Kovam holds his supposed destiny to achieve a kingdom of his own <i>very</i> dear. He's never said so in as many words, but you get the impression it's a big part of what kept him alive when he was being forced into pit fights and through all the dangers that came after. Even if this lady is selling complete bunkum... which you're now not so certain of... Kovam would be extremely hurt if he ever found out that you'd turned down a chance to hear more about his destiny as well as yours.\n\n<hr>\n[[Listen to what she has to say.|GGMonk16x1]]\n\n[[Blow it off.|GGMonk11x10]]

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

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

Centaurs are pretty close to human, except for the whole "horse lower half" thing, that probably wouldn't raise too many objections. You flip to the section in question, and raise your eyebrows at several rather more graphic illustrations than you'd normally expect from an official product. Sure, they might usually sneak in the occasional flash of monster or statue nipple, but these are bare-breasted female centaurs standing about like it was nothing. My my, they're getting more daring! \n\nThat impression only grows as you continue reading. Apparently centaurs generally prefer to go about as naked as possible, considering clothing and armor a pointless human affectation. Furthermore, apparently because they're a 'mixed' race, sometimes the sexes of the upper human half and equine lower half can be mixed and matched! You snort a little, wondering if some pervy fantasy writer slipped a version of the book they made up in amongst the real ones for a laugh. Still, that might be funny to choose, just to hear everyone call you a pervert and laugh.\n\nApparently each of the different genders has different names they like. May as well start by flipping to the page with the name suggestions you want...\n\n<hr>\n[[Female names.|GGCentaur1x1]]\n\n[[Shemale names.|GGSMCentStart]]

"Don't worry, boys," you announce with a giggle as you decide. "I'm about to make thinking with your dicks your lifelong occupation." Setting the Meat Forge into motion with your mind, you nudge both terrified teenagers closer to it.\n\nYou release the magical bonds the moment the Forge's tentacles seize both of them, the boys crying out and struggling as they're lifted into the air. Tentacles wind around their bodies, sliding under their clothes, their cries of horror and disgust tinged with gasps of shock as they're obviously fondled and teased. Then their clothes are torn away, cocks flopping loose and limp, Jack's toned, muscular body bared along with Kev's lean, scrawny one. Tentacles approach those limp shafts, then open wide at the tips, instantly swallowing both boys' pricks, their cries of mingled protest and unwilling pleasure catching in their throats as the undulating things start obviously pulsing and rippling as they suck. The tips of the tentacles begin to bulge as the trapped cocks inside them are forced to harden, the teens breathing hard and still faintly struggling in their bondage, bodies twitching and jerking. Jack gives a renewed cry as a tentacle pushes itself into his ass and begins pumping away, fucking him, the bulge of his cock inside the tentacle visibly twitching and throbbing as he starts shooting off inside of it. Kev, meanwhile, has his sack toyed with, tentacles coiling around it and stroking it, practically worshiping it, the scrawnier boy rolling his eyes as he's finessed into cumming by the monstrous thing that used to be his cute female friend.\n\nBoth are suddenly on the move again, the tentacles pulling them in closer to that pulsating, slime-dripping vaginal maw that is the Forge's entrance. Jack gives a scream as he's suddenly shoved forward, the sound cutting off as he's stuffed into it past the chest, his cries of terror muffled entirely. His body continues to wiggle and thrash as the throbbing entrance pulls him deeper and deeper inside, his arms gradually disappearing, his cock slipping inside as his hips are pulled in, his legs finally forced to stop kicking as they're pressed together and swallowed up as well, Kev watching his friend disappear into the eldritch horror of a pussy with wide, terrified eyes. And then it's his turn, his own scream cut off as his head is shoved inside as well, the tentacles giving his dick and balls a few last strokes before they're sucked into the dripping tunnel.\n\nYou settle in on the couch again to watch, casually stroking your cock once more as you watch. A few minutes later Jack and Kev reappear, each one sliding into one of the gestation chambers that used to be Leslie's tits. They're lightly curled up and apparently asleep, bodies unmoving and faces peaceful. You grin as you watch the slow changes begin to occur... the Meat Forge will take a few hours to alter them as opposed to the near instantaneous job you could do, but it requires none of your energy. Plus, you get a much better view of the show!\n\nKev's shoulders gradually grow broader, his muscles filling out and taking on definition. The hair on his arms, legs, and around his crotch all grows steadily darker and thicker, becoming more like a golden brown fur coat than the pale, fine smattering of body hair he had before. His now furry balls swell steadily larger, his cock longer and thicker as well, jutting up from the base where the fur has grown and thickened to take on a sheathlike appearance, the head of his cock shifting, becoming sleeker, a bit more inhuman. His feet twist and alter, toenails turning black and thickening, growing upward to cover his toes entirely with cloven hooves, furry legs further altering to make walking on said hooves easier. His face grows more angular, more masculine, that fine dusting of a beard at his chin thickening and spreading in precise lines up his face, becoming a completely natural and wickedly-shaped goatee. A pair of horns sprout from his head and steadily grow longer, thicker, more ridged, and curling up, over and to the sides of his head, around his ears which are taking on a distinct point, even as they turn a deep read color, which begins spreading across the rest of his skin.\n\nJack, meanwhile, seems to be turning a pale blue color. Just as Kev's scrawny body grew broader and more toned, Jack's shoulders shrink, taking on a gentle slope as the lines of his muscles smooth out, leaving him sleek and soft-looking as he grows more slender. His once relatively flat ass poiks out, turning pert and feminine as a long, thin, spade-tipped tail sprouts from above it, curling lightly around his body as he floats in the chamber. His cock, too, is growing, but only in length, staying relatively slender and losing any hint of wrinkles or veins, rendering it almost pretty, as smooth and sleek as a finely-maintained woman's leg. Speaking of which, all of his own body hair seems to be disappearing... from that around his crotch to his arms and legs, below the eyebrows he's becoming completely smooth. Though his chest stays perfectly flat, his nipples perk up, growing puffy and pert. His face gradually loses almost any trace of masculinity, becoming smooth and sleek and cute, retaining only the vaguest hints of androgyny to indicate otherwise. His hair grows longer, waving gently in the fluid of the gestation chamber, brushing against his ears as they come to points, and across the tips of the short nubs of horns that poke up from his forehead.\n\nAfter three hours or so, both begin moving gradually towards the nipple aperture of the chambers, which swells out as it disgorges them along with a rush of green liquid. You tch softly... you know that particular batch of liquid is probably devoid of energy, having poured it into the new incubi, but it still seems like such a waste. Both manage to catch themselves on their hands and knees, stiff cocks jutting below them as they cough and gasp, looking around with shocked faces.\n\n"What's... happening?" Kev manages, his voice a deep, smooth caress of the ears.\n\n"I feel so weird," Jack whimpers, his own voice sweet, cute, and easily mistaken for a girl's.\n\n"You're just disoriented as your demon energies finish consuming the last of your mortal souls, it will pass," you say genially from your position on the couch, unfolding your legs and spreading them a bit. "Try to focus on your future as an incubus. Kev... hmm, Kevahn... think about fucking your mother and your sister, their eyes rolling in their head as they cum and cum again from you pumping your demon seed into them. Jack... heh, Jakki... I want you to picture riding your father's cock, looking over your shoulder at him, watching his face and listening to his moans as he turns gay from his own son's ass swallowing his dick."\n\nThe imagery you suggest certainly does seem to help the new demons focus, Kevahn grinning wolfishly as he rises slowly to his feet, his movements predatory despite his goatlike appearance, red eyes hard and gleaming, while Jakki excitedly bounces to his feet, slender cock wobbling with the motion, black-scleraed yellow eyes glittering excitedly.\n\n"Feeling better? Good. Now..."\n\n<hr>\n[[Let's celebrate.|GGHH]]\n\n[[Put on a show for me, bitches.|GGHH]]

Hm, probably best to get some servants or something before trying to take a trip through the Forge... you'd essentially be helpless in one of the gestation chambers for awhile, no need to take unnecessary risks. Grinning, you step in and begin sucking and licking at one of the hot, quivering pussylips almost as big as you are, letting its viscous arousal smear your skin as you gulp down the energy-filled ooze and let it seep into you.\n\nYou're practically humming by the time you walk upstairs. You saunter into the living room where Jack and Kev have parked themselves, glistening blue tits and stiff blue cock both out and on display. In the moment where both boys are still gaping in shock, you snap your fingers, and bands of flickering purple light materialize around them, snapping their arms and legs together and toppling them onto their sides.\n\n"What the he-... Cyan?!" Jack yelps.\n\n"What happened to you?" Kev whispers, his eyes wide as he looks up at you, both of their frightened expressions only growing more intense as you gesture with your hand, lifting them into the air and setting them to float along after you as you turn and head back towards the basement.\n\n"I'd say 'the same thing that's going to happen to you', but I haven't really decided what's going to happen to you yet," you reply cheerfully as you sashay down the stairs. "And it wouldn't be the same in any case."\n\n"HOLY SHIT WHAT IS THAT THING?!" Jack shrieks as he sees the Meat Forge, starting to thrash and kick as much as he can in his restraints. Kev, meanwhile, seems to be so terrified he can't make a sound, his mouth opening and closing as he stares at the grotesque thing taking up a significant portion of the basement.\n\n"Hey, don't be mean, you'll hurt Leslie's feelings saying that about her," you scold in a mock-gentle tone, smirking as that seems to kick Jack into the same horrified silence Kev's experiencing. You tap your chin thoughtfully as you look back to the Meat Forge. Now, the question is, what to do with these two? Well, obviously you'll put them in the Meat Forge, but then what?\n\nYou could turn them into [[incubi|GGHH21x3]]... a pair of handsome, big-dicked demons would make lovely servants. Or, for that matter, [[succubi|GGHH]], because pretty, big-boobed demonesses are also nice. Hm, you could have the Forge turn them into [[Devil Eggs|GGHH22x1]]... you wouldn't be sure what sort of creatures you'd get out of them, Devil Eggs being rather random ways to generate new demons, but it's possible you could get something far more powerful than you could just by changing them directly. You could also just turn them into [[Cockodemons|GGHH]]... an extremely weak demon of a limited sort of use, but good for unnerving the fuck out of mortals and delivering tainted substances in large amounts. You could have the Forge absorb the majority of their energy and turn them into shambling [[Fuck Zombies|GGHH]]... again, creatures of limited use, but terrifying to mortals and self-replicating. Get enough of a wave going and you could get a bit of a Fuck Zombie Apocalypse going and gain a lot of energy off of it. Or you could just have the Forge [[absorb them completely|GGHH]], turning both their bodies and souls into energy for your consumption.

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

"Alright, let me see that power tester thing," you agree, holding out your hand. He passes you the squarish device... huh, it's made out of higher-grade plastic than you expected, with some metal parts even. And is this an actual screen on it instead of just a light-up panel? So how does this work?"\n\n"I think you put your finger in that little indented funnel thing on the top and then it tells you what your mutant powers are," Ethan replies, pointing at the orange aperture on one side.\n\n"Ah, okay, got it." Playing along, you stick your index fingertip into the space, then look across the rest of the thing to find the on button. "I guess I just press this button? Okay, and OW!"\n\n"Huh?" Ethan blinks as you yelp and yank your hand back, popping your finger into your mouth. "What happened?"\n\n"It actually <i>drew blood</i>!" you answer with a scowl at it as the screen lights up. "This is <i>not</i> a safe toy!"\n\n"A-awwww," Ethan pouts softly, clearly seeing that you're probably going to forbid playing with the others. Which you totally are, if something as simple as this can draw blood, who knows how toxic the goo stuff is or something!\n\nYou half-scowl, half-pout as you look from him back at the screen of the tester. 'Mutant abiltiies activated. Detected: Healing factor, bodily elasticity, perfect balance, enhanced agility and strength, UNKNOWN.' Yeah, right, whatever. Cute little readout, definitely not worth getting jabbed for. You draw your fingertip out of your mouth and eye it... well, at least you're not still bleeding. "Look for now let's just leave this stuff alone, okay? I'm gonna go look up the manufacturer and see if this other stuff is safe, and if it is you can have it, alright?"\n\n"Okay," Ethan murmurs, still a bit dejectedly.\n\n'I am so going to give them hell online if they wound up ruining my brother's summer,' you think huffily as you storm back to your room to get on your computer. Looking at the little manufacturer's stamp on the back, you pull up the website and look for a feedback form. Okay, there it is... it wants the product ID of the thing you used? You spend another moment looking, finding what looks like an imprint on the underside before entering the number, then writing in your complaint about how it actually jabbed you and drew blood, and how 'accuracy' of that sort is not acceptable in a children's toy.\n\nAbout two minutes after you've sent the report and gone searching for more online mentions of the company (which... there don't seem to be, kind of weird), you blink as the tester gives a beep again. Picking it up, you see that the screen now reads 'Connection established, downloading...'\n\n"What in the world? ... Is it some sort of 'attract mode' thing?" You turn it over, frowning, starting to realize that it's pretty weird for a toy to come with batteries already in it. Actually where <i>is</i> the battery compartment? You don't see the usual little clicky thing that holds them closed. Then the thing beeps again, and turn it back around to see the message 'Please wait, mentor inbound.' "... This thing's elaborate. If it didn't draw blood this would be so cool for a kid too," you grumble. Setting it aside again, you turn your attention back to your search.\n\nIt's about half an hour later when the doorbell rings. 'Package?' you think distractedly, getting up and heading to the door with the expectation of a cardboard box having been left. Instead you find someone standing there... a woman about your mother's age, very pretty and mature-looking, despite her shoulder-length dark hair having been dyed purple at the tips. She's wearing a mostly unbuttoned grey blouse under a white suit jacket with short skirt, and showing off a fairly impressive amount of her very impressive chest. \n\n<img src="images/Elisa.jpg">\n\n"Good afternoon. Would you be Amanda Mayhew, the young lady that wrote in about her issue with the testing device?" she asks in a pleasant voice.\n\n"Um. Yes." You blink a few times. "That's me, are you... with the company that made it?"\n\n"After a fashion. My name is Elisa Elton, and that testing device was made for the organization I work for, not by it. It was never meant to be sent into general circulation, you see."\n\n"Oh. So it's some sort of... prototype that wasn't ready for manufacturing or...?" You trail off, not really understanding.\n\n"Heh. No. You see, that testing device was only meant to be sent out to people that had applied to attend Ascendant Academy... the school for superheroes," Elisa replies evenly.\n\nYou let out a long sigh. "Alright. I see. Listen, if this is about avoiding a lawsuit..."\n\n"I assure you I'm quite serious. I'm afraid my own abilities don't lend very well to demonstrations, but the test you took was an authentic one... a small amount of catalyst on it has now activated your mutant abilities. Hm... in fact, perhaps it's easier for you to demonstrate your own," the woman suggests.\n\nThinking back to what it said, you scoff. "I'm not cutting myself to see if it heals."\n\n"No need. You're familiar with the position of raising your leg as far straight up as you can? Why don't you try it?"\n\nYou frown at her. "I mean I've done some gymnastics and cheerleading, so I can <i>kind of</i> do that, but I don't see why I'd-"\n\n"Just try it. If you don't have any doubts after trying, I'll leave and not discuss it again, alright?" she suggests soothingly, still smiling.\n\nYou eye her warily, then sigh. "Fine, alright." You start to lift your leg, then pause, frowning at her and turning aside. You <i>are</i> wearing a skirt, after all. You start to lift your leg, reaching down to put your hand under it... and blink as you find yourself effortlessly lifting it straight upward, finding it's not even uncomfortable to bring it almost ninety degrees up so that your shin presses to your cheek. "... um..."\n\nElisa grins, and reaches out to give you a little shove on the forehead. You yelp, expecting to topple over... but the very slightest instinctive shifts of your toes, heel, and the balance of the rest of your body has you barely even wobble before completely righting yourself. "I trust my point has been made?"\n\nYou stare at her sort of numbly as you lower your foot back to the ground. "Um... I... that's..."\n\n"I know denial can be a somewhat standard sensation in these situations, dear, but try not to overdo it. Now, we would be <i>very</i> interested in having you at the Academy, to the point we're willing to offer you a full scholarship when the new school year starts. All your travel and living costs would be taken care of, all your school supplies, and any other necessary expenses incurred in the course of the school year."\n\n"I... I don't think so, I'm just..." you stammer, your brain still struggling to catch up to the idea this might all be real.\n\n"Miss Mayhew, let me be clear on some things... you have the potential to help a lot of people with your abilities. More, people with unquantifiable 'locked' powers are very rare... it's important that you be watched and monitored through this developmental period so that you don't hurt someone unintentionally. Now, if you have any interest in the public welfare, I highly suggest you accept this proposal, and train to be a superhero."\n\nWell. That's kind of just hitting right to the heart of it, isn't it? Not only could you help other people, you might <i>hurt</i> other people if you don't accept. Given that, what are you gonna do...?\n\n<hr>\n[[Accept admission.|SweetHero1x1]]\n\n[[Refuse.|SweetBro]]

Ethan's totally into superhero stuff, you bet there's lots of fun to be had there. At the least he can get dressed up in whatever comes with the kit and watch some of the movies with you, that should be fun. "I'll take the superhero playkit, please!"\n\nReturning home with the large box, you call "Hey! Ethan! I have something for you!" Almost instantly he comes trotting down the stairs... your little brother looks enough like you that no one has ever mistaken you for anything but siblings, having the exact same shade of blonde hair and blue eyes, though since he's not quite as active outside he's not quite as tan.\n\n"Whoa! Is that-?!" he asks, eyes starting to sparkle.\n\n"Yup! Decided this would be a good way to kick off the summer," you declare cheerfully, setting down the box. "I got you the superhero box, so... check it out!"\n\n"Thanks, Amanda!" he cries happily, rushing over and yanking open the lid of the box. He peers inside, then blinkblinks. "... um..."\n\n"What's wrong? Is it the wrong thing?" you ask in concern, leaning over to look in. It... just looks like a bunch of toys and stuff?\n\n"Well. Kind of," he admits, hauling out something that looks like a typical superhero leotard in bright primary colors, complete with attached cape... except you realize it looks kind of like a one-piece swimsuit. "I guess since you were the one that bought it, they thought you were asking for the <i>girl</i> superhero set."\n\n"O-oh," you murmur, blushing. You kind of forgot to specify you were buying it for your little brother, that's right. You suddenly realize that the man must have thought you were some teenager indulging their disposable income to buy toys that were a handful of years too young for them. "Um, sorry, Ethan. Maybe I can... no, they had a 'No returns' policy on these, that's right," you think, sighing as you remember the sign on the counter. "I'm really sorry."\n\n"N-no, it's okay! I mean, um, most of this stuff is still pretty cool!" he hurries to correct, nodding. He is a pretty good little brother, you've got to admit. "I, uh, I guess we can still play with the stuff that's for girl heroes if you want to play too?"\n\n"... Um." You eye the slightly skimpy outfit, fighting down a blush. "Um. M-maybe. What else is in there?" you ask, trying to hurry this along a bit.\n\n"Oh, let's see." He starts rummaging around eagerly enough, and you breathe a muffled sigh of relief at the distraction. "There's a Mutant Power Tester, and a cannister of mutagen, and a superteam homing beacon, and a ray gun, and a thing of some sort of purple goo stuff that says 'Captured Alien', and it looks like some more costume stuff... wanna see?" he asks hopefully, glancing up at you, clearly hoping you'll follow through with getting interested in the kit.\n\n"Um, sure, sure, let me see the-"\n\n<hr>\n[["-power tester."|SweetBro1x4]]\n\n[["-mutagen."|SweetBro]]\n\n[["-beacon."|SweetBro]]\n\n[["-ray gun."|SweetBro]]\n\n[["-'captured alien'."|SweetBro]]\n\n[["... fine, the costume."|SweetBro]]\n\n[["... maybe there's actually a boy costume in there too?"|SweetBro]]

Ethan eyes the playkits longingly basically every time he's in that store, from what you've seen and what your parents have said about taking him there. And let's face it, in a year or two he's gonna be officially Too Old to enjoy a huge grab box of cheap toys, at least without someone making fun of him for it. May as well let him have a bang this summer!\n\nHe's not a <i>little</i> kid, so you don't feel bad about leaving him to his own devices for awhile as you head over to the toy store, having just told him you were going to "the store" without saying which one. You are a genius of deception! Buoyed by the thought of the impending joy you are going to bring to your blood, you trot into the toy store and start looking around.\n\n"Hi, help you with something?" the pleasant-seeming man behind the counter asks almost the moment you walk in. \n\n"Oh, hi!" Turning and giving him a smile, you add, "I wanted to buy one of those 'playkit' boxes, please!"\n\n"Alright, what kind would you like?" he asks with a smile of his own.\n\n"... Ah, there are different kinds, huh?" you ask, briefly derailed.\n\n"Yes, we have a number of them pre-boxed, or we can also put together something unique in a couple of minutes if you tell us what you're looking for."\n\n"Oh, that's interesting!" Smiling more easily again, you consider. "What sorts of pre-made ones do you have?"\n\n"Well, we have a 'Superhero' set, a 'Castle Fantasy' set, a 'Space Explorer' set, and a 'Wild Safari' set, those are the most popular pre-built ones. Were you looking for something in particular outside of that?"\n\nHm, let's see... you know he likes superheroes, he has a <i>ton</i> of comics, and you're pretty sure he's into fantasy stuff too, he's got a lot of books like that. Sci-fi seems a given. You're not so sure about the 'wild safari' one, but it's not like he <i>dislikes</i> animals, and maybe that would have more crossover appeal for both of you. So it's either one of those, or you ask him to put together something unique...\n\n<hr>\n[[Superhero kit.|SweetBro1x3]]\n\n[[Castle Fantasy kit.|SweetBro3x1]]\n\n[[Space Explorer kit.|SweetBro4x1]]\n\n[[Wild Safari kit.|SweetBro]]\n\n[[Custom kit.|SweetBro]]

You may not be able to buy love, but for young boys you can definitely buy enthusiasm, you're pretty sure. So let's see, things he'd like. Your little brother is... well, does it count as still being a nerd if being super into superheroes and video games and stuff is still age-appropriate? You're not sure, you don't recall being particularly into those things when you were his age, your interests ran to the more stereotypically girly. Anyway, you know the sorts of things that he likes so it's not exactly that difficult to think of things you could get him, it's more about what would have decent longevity as entertainment.\n\n[[A "Playkit"|SweetBro1x2]] - There's a toy store that Ethan likes where he's been eyeing the 'playkits' for awhile. They're big boxes packed full of all sorts of toys to assist in active play... outfits, plastic weapons, stuff like that. You'd have to use up a good chunk of the discretionary fund on one, but it would quite possibly make his summer. ... Or at least his week, y'know how kids can be.\n\n[[A new graphics card|SweetBro]] - You could get him an upgrade for his computer to play games on... well, you could also put his old one in your computer, which you don't really use for much other than schoolwork. Maybe you could give playing games together with him a try? That might be a fun big sister thing...\n\n

"If that's really what you need of me, Father," you say a bit slowly. You notice one of his ears twitch a bit... clearly he noticed you slip back to the more formal term of address than the 'Daddy' you'd been using since he took you to bed. "Can't say I'm thrilled at the idea," you admit, glancing at the collared male Drow youth that sets your breakfast plate in front of you, his eyes modestly downcast. "Yesterday you were talking about my potential to inherit your title, today you're talking about marrying me off to some Human functionary for political gain."\n\n"The two are not mutually exclusive, pet, as you should well know," Alrid notes in a mildly stiff, mildly scolding tone, though his voice softens just a little as he continues. "Though I suppose I can't blame you for your caution. I did have Maril give you plenty of memories of Drow society, after all. But you've so far proven to be quite the wiley and cunning individual... an asset I'd not casually share with some other noble, lest you turn their own resources against me in wrath for being set aside," he concludes wryly.\n\n"The thought hadn't occurred to me," you answer primly as you take a sip of mushroom coffee, in a tone that lets him know the thought had indeed occurred to you.\n\n"Mm." Alrid gives you a mildly amused look, then pushes back from the table and gives a light gesture towards his lap.\n\nDespite the mild affrontery of his earlier statement, you're perfectly willing to get up and round the table, settling into his lap, feeling his strong, lean thighs and the light hardness of his cock pressing against your ass through the very thin layers of silk. Your father rests a hand on your thigh and gently strokes up and down as he speaks. "Let us not be too wary of each other, pet, certainly not so quickly. I admit I am growing quite fond of you already," he adds slowly, the slight thread of tension in his voice saying he's aware of exposing a weakness. "But let that be one more reason I would not see you leave my side on a whim."\n\n"Mm. Promise?" you murmur, ducking in a bit towards him, voice low and warm.\n\n"... Yes, very well, pet, I promise," he replies in his own warming tone, fingers coming up to turn your head a bit more towards him and press his lips to yours.\n\nYou give your father a long, slow kiss, feeling his hand circle the curve of your thigh and move back, pushing up what little coverage the bottom of the robe was giving you at this point to cup your rear. He tugs you a bit more firmly against him, taking his time about letting his tongue twine with yours, the scent of something slightly sweet overlaying the taste of his own morning brew. But once he's done he sits back a bit, hand sliding back around your hip and around your thigh, gently pressing on the inner part of it. "No, I will not marry you off casually. But as you are my daughter, pet," he adds softly, as if he really were starting to believe it now. "I trust that you will know how to use this as the Drow weapon it can be," he adds, his hand sliding smoothly up to cup your pussy, your father's middle finger curling and pressing inside you at finding you already wet.\n\n"Mmmm," you practically purr, feeling your own shorter ears give a slight twitch at the pleasure that rushes through you. You smile wickedly as you meet his eyes. "Wielded well, discretely, and to great effect?"\n\n"And as often as necessary," your father concludes with a knowing smile, curling a second finger into you smoothly and making you gasp. \n\nSoon he's turning you to face him, those strong, slender hands lifting you and settling you easily onto his cock as it juts up freed from amidst his robe. He takes only a moment to brush apart the front flaps of your own robe before gripping your ass and starting to bounce you atop of him, making your perky grey tits jiggle in his face. You moan loudly and enthusiastically, working your hips, feeling the squeeze of your father's hands on your rear and the throbbing of his cock inside you. Almost as pleasurable is the look on his face, the relaxed, openly adoring expression that shows he's abandoned himself both to the moment and the belief that you're his daughter. "Ah, ah fuck, Daddy, Daddy you feel so good," you whimper loudly, not needing to exaggerate much as you rest your hands on his arms, squeezing at the twitch his dick gives inside you at the words.\n\n"Mmmm, my precious pet, no worries," he half-purrs, half moans as he thrusts up lightly into you. "Daddy would not sell you for anything less than the absolute mountain of treasure you're worth."\n\nThat should outrage you, and yet instead it sends the most delicious shiver through you and has your pussy clenching around him, wet enough to splatter onto his balls with his next thrust. And you don't think it was Maril's implanting of memories that caused that reaction.\n\nYou eventually return to your chair, not bothering for the moment to fix your rumpled hair or robe, but behaving with the properly aristocratic manner of newly legitimized aristocracy even as your father's cum dribbles out of your pussy and onto the seat as you eat. "So what will this function be like, Daddy?"\n\n"Mm, from the sounds of things tedium itself, like most Human functions," he replies in a bored tone, despite his own slightly rumpled hair and the faint gleam of sweat on his skin. "Or at least they are in this kingdom. I hear others have rather more... titillating... entertainments available at their social gatherings. But in this case I shouldn't be surprised if it was genuinely nothing but standing around for ten hours or so, being expected to make polite comments about whatever pointless new decoration the hostess's wife has acquired for the function in between mostly pointless discussions of politics and mercantile."\n\n"Fun," you say, making a face.\n\nApparently that particularly 21st century Earth reaction delights him, as he lets out a short peal of surprised laughter before he continues, added warmth in his voice. "Alas, all necessary for the tiny bit of discussion that is <i>not</i> pointless and furthers our goals and the Queen's."\n\n"Certainly makes an argument for me finding an excuse to go off and wield my weapon at some point," you note, unable to help feeling your face warm just a little as a thick trickle of cum takes that as a prompt to go sliding down your leg and along the curve of one buttock.\n\n"Quite," your father says more dryly. "Just have a care, on more than one front... if we ever do decide on a marriage for you, we would be able to make quite a bit of a better one both if you were not <i>openly</i> known as one who fought 'duels' often, nor that you went to the altar already suffering from the swelling sickness."\n\nThat almost makes you choke on the slice of toasted mushroom you had in your mouth, but you quickly manage to cough through it, managing to copy his dry "Quite", albeit with a slight rasp.\n\n"I trust between your own canniness and any memories Maril has seen fit to give you, you'll manage to be properly discrete. Now, I've chosen several of the slaves with sufficient skills to serve you as a valet, they're waiting in the entry. Once you've finished eating, go pick one out and then go and decide which, if any, of the outfits you've been provided will be sufficient, and how to properly accessorize for effect."\n\n"Mm. So how fancy...?"\n\n"It will be at the palace, but the Emperor has already departed, and I doubt the local Highlord will put in more than a token appearance, if that, as it's not yet quite politically savvy to be seen celebrating the finalization of an official agreement with the Drow <i>too</i> exuberantly, especially when the deal you negotiated denies their neighbors the leverage they wanted. But the governor will probably be in attendance, so let that be your guide."\n\nAh, in other words the guy that actually <i>runs</i> this kingdom, but as a job, not as divine right. That does give you a good guide. Finishing up your breakfast, and taking a moment to wipe yourself with the napkin and put at least your robe in some slight sense of order, you get up and head towards the front of the house.\n\nThere are three slaves waiting, their wrists held low and together in front of them, heads bowed. All of them are Drow, which you guess makes sense considering they're part of a diplomat's retinue... having slaves of other races might cause offense when interacting with them, but most people might feel only token disapproval at Drow enslaving other Drow. (Which probably says something about those races' feelings of moral superiority to the Drow, but nevermind.) Also befitting of an official functionary's servants, all of them are clean, beautiful, well-dressed, and their collars and manacles (which bear only token, largely decorative links of chain) made of polished silver with engravings and even a few gems here and there, and even the simple tunics they're wearing are made of purple silk and bound with red silk sashes, the sashes fastened with Aldrid's emblem in gold. From your granted memories, that means that all of them either sold themselves, are from families of slaves that actually take pride in their breeding and education, or are former nobles who chose slavery over exile.\n\nOne is a woman who looks a bit older than Aldrid (meaning she might be anywhere from fifty to 200 years older), with generous curves, her white hair braided and draped forward over one shoulder, the end bound with a pair of silver spiders whose thoraxes are bells. The next one is a taller, leaner woman a bit older than your own appearance, with her long hair pulled back into a ponytail, falls of it framing her face... ah, actually, now you notice that the lower part of her tunic falls against a noticeable bulge. Lastly is a male about your own age, short and slim and very pretty, his hair cut to about mid-neck length but with a slight curl to it, the bangs falling over his eyes adding to the slightly shy, cute look of him.\n\n"Good day, Young Lady Aldrid," all three say in near-sync, bowing forward without parting their wrists. The older woman then speaks as they rise, although she doesn't raise her head. "I am Garalith, beside me is Yurilithe, and beside her is Lein. Your lord and father has asked that one of us attend your needs from now on, which we shall of course do loyally and without fail. You need only pick which of us suits you best, and we shall serve you in whatever ways you require."\n\nOho. Not exactly leaving much doubt about what you might require of them, hm? You can't help but grin a bit as you look over the three. Hm... they all definitely have their charms... but you'd have to say the one you like best is...\n\n<hr>\n[[Garalith.|GGRogue]]\n\n[[Yurilithe.|GGRogue]]\n\n[[Lein.|GGRogue]]

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

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

Well you do basically have a golem theme going on here, and they wrecked most of yours, so it only seems fitting! You'll turn Tonya into a golem herself!\n\nHm, but what kind? It certainly seems fairly unlimited. Heck, you're betting that if you wanted, you could turn her into essentially a 'Sexaroid', since robots probably count as golems in this setting, and keep her (mostly) human-looking. Or you could go the other way entirely and just turn her into a basic wooden golem like the ones they destroyed, with no sexual characteristics whatsoever. You have a few other interesting ideas too! Hm hm hm...\n\n<hr>\n[[Basic wooden golem.|GGDungeon]]\n\n[[Golemized version of herself.|GGDungeon]]\n\n[[Flesh Golem.|GGDungeon8x2]]\n\n[[Rubber Golem.|GGDungeon]]\n\n[[Sexaroid.|GGDungeon]]\n\n[[Animated doll.|GGDungeon]]\n\n[[Animated plush.|GGDungeon]]\n\n[[Backup Gleam.|GGDungeon]]

Your name is Marei, and you're a woman of forty years. You've often been complimented on looking rather younger, which you can probably attribute to your Asian genes (which is also how you explain your hair, much to some peoples' confusion). You have long purple hair, large blue eyes and a pretty face, and though you've definitely put on some padding around your hips and ass over the years, it's mostly stayed in a nice, round shape rather than experiencing much sagging or folding. And then there's your chest... that's always been your stand-out feature, even you'd have to admit, your breasts sizeable enough that even most straight women can't help but stare the first time they meet you. \n\n<img src="images/Marei1.jpg">\n\n(Yes yes, now get dressed you, you have a lot to do today.)\n\nNot that you've had anyone's hands on them except your own in a good long time, unfortunately. After your husband passed away some years ago, you never really got back into that whole "dating" thing, always having something else occupying your time and attention. Primarily, of course, that's your-\n\n<hr>\n[[-daughter.|Marei]]\n\n[[-daughters.|Marei]]\n\n[[-son.|Marei1x1]]\n\n[[-sons.|Marei]]

One of those interesting ideas you had starts getting more and more interesting, to the point that you go and check a few things, spawning more tutorial popups that answer your questions. Looks like your idea will definitely work! Grinning, you select the text entry for the slime transformer and start typing in it.\n\nThe moment you finish and tap the 'Begin' button, the eyes of the stone monster head glow to life brightly, a deep rumble starting up from somewhere deep behind it. Tonya trembles at the sound of it, then looks up as a thick, wet <i>shlp, shlp</i> noise begins from above. Her eyes widen as she sees thick green slime starting to ooze out of the statue's mouth, and she barely has time to whip her head down and shriek "NOOOOOOOOOO!" before the first of it starts pouring down and oozing all over her.\n\nToren watches his sister being covered in a steady stream of green slime with wide, horrified eyes, though you can't help but notice a slight bulging in his pants too, which he'd probably be even more horrified to notice himself. But you have to admit it is a nice sight, the slime trickling down over her body, highlighting the sleek curves of it much better than water would. In fact, despite being green, the slime has the consistency of a particularly thick load of cum, which you can't help but think is pretty sexy since it's covering Tonya's entire body rather than just her crotch or ass like most porn movies.\n\nThe slime is translucent enough that you can see the changes starting even before the transformer device is finished pouring the slime out. Tonya's skin and hair both start to lose their color, the already slightly pale adventurer girl turning as white as if she hadn't seen the sun in months, her hair gradually bleaching from golden blonde to platinum. Her struggles and disgusted squirming gradually slow, and then cease, her back straightening as she stands under the fall of the slime apparently uncaring. As the flow of it from the monster's mouth cuts off, and the remainder begins to either drip off her body or be absorbed, a thin silver band like a choker forms around her throat, with four attached, hanging rings spaced out at the sides, front, and back. As the Slime Transformer's eyes cease glowing, indicating it's finished, Tonya opens her own eyes, revealing that they've faded to pink.\n\nGrinning, you deactivate the restraints, then beckon her down. "Come here, Tonya."\n\n"Yes, my Lord," she answers evenly, her face expressionless as she steps down from the platform and walks over to you on bare feet, pert bare breasts jiggling slightly and the rings of the 'choker' clinking a bit. Toren's staring in confusion and fear as his sister stands shamelessly naked in front of you, with you resisting looking over that cute body immediately to first inspect the choker.\n\nYeah, it's definitely actually part of her skin... but that's not obvious unless you look really, really closely. Both continuing your investigation and indulging yourself, you reach out and run your hands along her arms, then cup her breasts, squeezing them before brushing your thumbs over the (permanently) stiff pale, almost white pink nipples, Tonya giving only the faintest 'mmf' of acknowledgement without changing expression. Her skin is cool, but not cold... well in the range for a normal person who's just a bit on the low body temperature side. You were a little worried since, as a Flesh Golem, she's now technically a dead body being animated by electricity (the collar is there to recharge/heal her by hooking her up to some sort of electric device if necessary), but you're pretty sure she'll still be able to pass for human like this.\n\nProbably a slightly creepy human, but still.\n\nWelp! Enough purely scientific examination! "Tonya, get on your knees and suck my cock," you order, opening your pants and displaying your stiff prick to her. \n\nTonya doesn't so much as blink before responding "Yes, my Lord," and sinking smoothly to her knees, resting her hands on your thighs as she leans in and slides her mouth over your cockhead, starting to bob her own head gently while suckling at you. You give a soft 'mmf', shivering at the sensation... her mouth's definitely a bit on the cooler-than-usual side too, but is still nicely wet, and even with her obvious inexperience and perhaps slightly narrow focus in obeying your order to 'suck', it feels amazing. \n\n"Mmf! Mmmmf!"\n\nYou huff and glance aside at Toren, who's renewed his own struggles and is trying to shout through the gag of his sister's panties. (Though you notice that he's definitely hard now, heheh... and his blue bar has decreased some, which means you're obviously inflicting some genuine mental damage.) "What, trying to tell me to stop? Or trying to tell her to stop?" you ask him, smirking. Your voice is just a little shaky from trying to talk through the pleasure, but you still do your best to play it cool, since you are the Dungeon Lord. "Too bad, she's a full-fledged dungeon monster now. Oh, she still has all her own memories and feelings on things, but she has to obey me and behave like her monster type, don't you, Tonya?" you add, glancing down at her.\n\nTonya raises her mouth off your cock briefly, tilting her head to look up at you, pink eyes blank and voice mostly monotone. "Yes, my Lord. I am horrified and humiliated to be turned into a monster and set to sucking your cock like a whore, and I hate you as a villain as much as I love you as my Lord," she answers evenly, before sliding your cock back into her mouth and down her throat, showing off her new lack of a gag reflex. She goes back to bobbing her head without any sign of needing to breathe, her eyes staring straight ahead at your stomach as she does.\n\n"There, see?" you say with a snicker to Toren, who's just silent and staring now, slumping defeatedly in the Golem Frame.\n\n"Hm. But my Lord, why a Flesh Golem?" Gleam asks. She too is watching Tonya suck you off, without any sign of jealousy, though her head is tilted slightly in apparent curiosity. "While they can be healed a bit more easily than other types of golems can be fixed, they're only as strong as a wood golem at best, and not nearly as durable. She won't make a very good defender, at least to start."\n\n"Mmf. That's 'cause I'm not planning to have her defend the dungeon," you murmur, resting a hand on Tonya's head as she starts doing long, steady sucks along the full length of your prick before smoothly swallowing you back down, apparently having decided that is the ultimate form of 'sucking cock'. Panting a little, you do your best to let the conversation distract you a bit so you can last longer. "I was checking, and dungeon monsters can actually leave the dungeon, and I can even still see through them and possess them if they do, if they have names, like Tonya here," you mutter, clenching your fingers in her hair. "Bad part is that it costs a lot more to bring them back if they die outside the dungeon, and that I can't give them any sort of backup if they get into a fight."\n\n"But you do not intend to have the Flesh Golem attack other adventurers," Gleam says, clearly comprehending. "You intend to have them infiltrate."\n\n"Yeah! Mmmmf!" you suddenly grunt, pulling Tonya's head forward and spilling your load down her throat. The adventurer-turned-monster calmly swallows, her throat squeezing and milking around you, that calm, sweet, pale face not changing expression even as she expertly gulps down your entire load. Panting a bit, you urge her back, leaving her on her knees and sitting back on her heels, a bit of cum left smeared on her pale pink lips. "It will be a way to scout things out without having to put myself in danger by going myself, plus I can have them earn some money or buy things that could be useful. Especially since it will take a while to build up LP again to where we can start spawning things from the menu."\n\n"An excellent plan, my Lord, you are quite brilliant after all," Gleam declares solemnly, raising her hands and giving them a little <i>tink-tink-tink</i> light clap.\n\n"Thanks! ... You didn't need to add 'after all', though," you mutter as you finally decide to tuck yourself away again, doing up your pants.\n\n"Apologies, my Lord, it slipped out." Gleam's featureless face turns towards Toren. "What about this one, though? Obviously, we cannot just let him go or kill him and let him respawn, since he has heard this discussion. I assume you did not plan to?"\n\n"Obviously," you reply, though admittedly you hadn't thought of it. You probably would have though! "I've got something else in mind for him, clearly."\n\n"What is that, my Lord?" Gleam and Tonya ask, almost in unison. You suppose that even without a real personality, Tonya must be curious enough about her brother's fate that your statement allowed her to ask. Well, you have an answer for her!\n\n<hr>\n[["Tonya, you and Gleam put Toren on the device."|GGDungeon8x3]]\n\n[["Tonya, it's your brother's turn to get his cock sucked."|GGDungeon10x1]]

He's literally naked and not paying attention at the moment. Grinning, you slowly and carefully bring a hand up to your belt and unsheath one of your throwing daggers, then wait until he's swimming away before creeping silently out of the shadow and across the floor. You wait until he's right in the middle of the pool... where it seems the deepest... before squatting down at the edge and calling out, "Hi!"\n\nHe splutters with a faceful of water, drawing up and treading water, staring at you with wide eyes. You can practically see the thoughts whirling behind the glowing red circles, so you give the throwing knife a little toss and catch it by the blade just to draw his attention to it. "Let's see, you're in about ten feet of water, give or take two feet, meaning that if you start trying to cast any spells it's a tossup over whether you'll be interrupted by the water closing over your head first or my knife between your eyes first. You wanna find out or you wanna live a bit longer while just swimming in place?"\n\nHe scowls, but slowly brings his arms out to the sides and keeps them there, kicking his legs. "As if you weren't going to kill me anyway, elf," he hisses.\n\n"Ah, ah, half-elf, and I don't even give a shit about the half, if we're honest," you chirp, wagging a finger at him. "Let's not turn this into a pissing match over who hates who, because you automatically win since I don't hate you."\n\nHe frowns, almost as if confusion, then snorts. "Then you're just here to rob me."\n\n"Pretty much! No dying has to be involved, and I really prefer it that way. Mm?" You duck your head a bit, looking him right in the eye. "Believe me?"\n\n"... Yes, I suppose I do. Very well, what do you want of me?"\n\nAt least one particularly lewd answer flashes through your mind, but instead you say, "Slowly swim over here and walk up the steps. You do anything that looks like the start of a spell, my throwing hand gets itchy. Understood?"\n\n"Understood." Sighing, he swims over, arriving at the stone steps and planting his feet, slowly making his way up the steps with his hands still a bit raised. Water streams down his black skin and drips from his hairless balls and that long, swaying cock, and you resist the urge to lick your lips as you gesture him in front of you, then slip behind and pull a pair of cuffs from your pouch. This body was apparently prepared for anything, though you can feel it preparing for certain things as you clip the metal bands around his wrists and lock them. "And what will you do with me now, hm?"\n\n<hr>\n[[Talk to him.|GGRogue1x14]]\n\n[[Molest him.|GGRoguePlaceholder]]

Hiding and assessing the situation seems the best bet... plus it feels natural to you. Sort of like walking downhill. You slip over and into the shadows to one side of the wardrobe, where part of it will block at least part of you from the doorway even if he's looking right at you. You concentrate on barely breathing and erasing your presence, holding yourself as still as a statue.\n\nA few moments later a man walks in who's definitely not any of your party members, considering he's a Drow. Long, backswept pointed ears, skin almost as black as ink with just a faint hue of blue, long white hair pulled back in a ponytail, stylish black and red wizard's robes worn over pants. He's not moving like he's been alerted or is wary... in fact he's got a bit of a slumped, tired posture, like he's been on the road a lot longer than you have. Looks like his return coinciding with your home invasion might be a complete coincidence.\n\nHe actually smiles a little at the sight of the pool of water, then starts to shrug out of his robes. You watch him undress, and have to admit it's not exactly an awful sight. He's sort of on the skinny side... well, slender, maybe even moreso than you are... but very nicely-formed for that. And you actually have to force yourself to stay still and not gawk as he shoves his pants down and steps out of them, a long, thick tube of black swaying between his legs as he moves. Holy crap, he's <i>hung</i>. You wonder if all elf men are hung like that. Or if it's all Drow men. Or maybe he's just some mutant who got banished for completely destroying the pussy of some Drow matriarch.\n\nYou bite your lower lip and admit to some lust as he moves to the edge of the pool and dives in with flawless form, his slim body moving with utter grace as he starts stroking through the water, his body dark delight amidst the practically glowing blue-green water. 'Easy, girl, probably a bad guy,' you remind yourself. Still, your body feels like it's jumped up on teenage hormones again as you watch him swim. At least he seems fairly absorbed in it, leaving you with options.\n\n<hr>\n[[Sneak past him.|GGRoguePlaceholder]]\n\n[[Get the drop on him.|GGRogue1x13]]\n\n[[Join him for a swim.|GGRoguePlaceholder]]

You actually feel one of your ears twitch as you catch a distant sound. Concentrating, you can just barely hear the front doorknob and the door's hinges moving. The step on the carpet is too light to be Konrad or Ulf, too heavy to be Alanna, and though you think you can pick out the sound of a robe swishing, you're pretty sure Zadaan would be calling out to you by now. Oho. Sounds like your mystery mage may have returned after all. Maybe you tripped an alarm or something that caused him to teleport back from a long trip. \n\nYou glance around quickly, mind working to decide your options. There's the hallway, though it sounds like he's headed towards it... that's only an option if you want to charge him head-on. You can see several shadows and nooks that you're fairly certain you could hide in... but then, if he's on alert and actually looking for you, you're not sure if they'd really conceal you. You could press flat near the doorway and try to surprise ambush him that way, but again, what if he's expecting something like that, he might have countermeasures ready. Finally, you spot a hole in the floor you didn't notice previously... it looks just big enough to slide down, but it's literally a dark hole in the floor leading to who-knows-where. But then, if you're really scared of this guy...\n\n<hr>\n[[Charge!|GGRoguePlaceholder]]\n\n[[Hide.|GGRogue1x12]]\n\n[[Ambush.|GGRoguePlaceholder]]\n\n[[Hole.|GGRoguePlaceholder]]

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

"... I wanna say," you start slowly, stepping out a bit from behind Hassat so that the others can see you better. "That you should never judge someone on their race. But I guess this world just isn't like that. Yeah, most Drow really are evil... most are murderers and slavers and conquerers, and I guess you have to regard them that way if you want to live through the day. It's the way the world is and the world kind of sucks."\n\nYou look from Hassat to the others. "Maybe most humans are selfish and don't stay true over the generations. Maybe most dwarves are greedy and would abandon their friends for a pile of gold or a good fight. Maybe wizards are too caught up in learning to care about other people, and maybe clerics don't care about anyone who doesn't follow the right gods." You slowly look each of them over, watching shock, anger, even a bit of shame pass across their faces. "And maybe people have to treat each of those like a given sometimes too."\n\nYou shake your head. "But sometimes you meet <i>a</i> human, <i>a</i> dwarf, or whoever, and you take them just as they are... a person. You do it because you're desperate, or you're open-minded, or because just then and there, <i>they're not a threat to you</i>. You give them a fair shake and sometimes it turns out and sometimes it doesn't, I guess. But you try anyway. And in a little way the world sucks a little bit less, because for awhile you weren't just a human, just a dwarf, just a wizard, just a cleric, or just a drow... you weren't your skin, or your armor, or your weapons, or your gods, you were a person standing in front of another person and being fair."\n\nYou look at Hassat for a moment, finding that he's staring at you just like the others are staring at you. You shrug and turn back to the others. "I say we take him to a town or a city and find out if he's actually even done anything. If it seems like he might have, we make sure he gets a fair trial. Yeah, I guess it's a risk. And maybe it's out of our way. But risks are what we do, and when you're old and in bed thinking about this day, what do you want to think... 'I killed a Drow', or 'I gave a man fair treatment'?"\n\nThere's silence in the cavern for a moment, before Ulf slowly nods his head. "Aye, lass. Aye, I suppose you've the right of it. Drow or not, he's a prisoner bound and helpless, and end of th' day, honor says he be treated square." He walks over and taps Hassat on the chest with the flat of his axe. "Yer alive because of the well-spoken missy, so y'just be considerin' that before y'think of slipping those chains and cutting any throats, now."\n\n"I'll bear it in mind," Hassat answers flatly, though not as bitterly as you might have expected.\n\n"C'mon, let's get the hell out of this cave," you suggest.\n\nLater that night you bring a tin plate of food over, sitting down beside the Drow and setting it in his lap. His hands have been rechained in front of him (after several promises and a minor geas laid on him by Zadaan), allowing him to pick up the piece of bread from the plate and tear a hunk out of it. He chews quietly for a bit, before swallowing and looking at you. "Did you really mean all of that? About treating others fairly? Or were you just fast-talking to keep me alive?"\n\n"I'm... kinda not a local," you answer with a grin, drawing your knees up and resting your forearms on them, gesturing with one hand as you speak. "I guess the idea of different races from different cultures just taking each other as they come is pretty naive here, huh?" You look down at your hands. "Some people where I'm from think it's pretty naive too. And looking at it now, maybe they're right. Just a little bit. Sometimes there are so many of a certain kind of person that want to hurt you, maybe you do have to be cautious of them all. Maybe that's the way you stay safe, maybe that's how you keep your family safe. It sucks and it's not fair, but at the end of the day..."\n\nYou shrug a little and look up at him again. "But at the end of the same day, you're not a rampaging army of Drow, Hassat. You're not even an attack force. You're one guy that I managed to get the drop on. There's some evidence you've done some shady shit... but I'd rather know you'd done it for sure before I see anything happen to you. 'Cause it's just you, so I can take the chance." You grin a little again, ducking your head to look him in the eye. "I'm right to take the chance, huh?"\n\nHe hesitates, then nods once. You pat his leg a bit. "Alright. Then it'll be alright. Hey, if you haven't done anything too bad, maybe we can talk 'em down to community service or something."\n\n"That seems unlikely." Still, he smiles just a little bit.\n\nIt's two days later when the gates of the city open and the lot of you walk in, leading your horses. People soon spot the manacled Drow prisoner amongst you, and gradually a crowd forms, sounding angrier as you go along. You draw in a bit closer in case anyone tries to rush him, and are gratified when the others do the same, forming a ring around him. You're not sure whether it blocks him from most peoples' sight or sends a 'back off' message, but either way the crowd thins a bit, allowing the lot of you to make your way to the guard office without incident.\n\n"We found this Drow, Hassat, in a nearby cave," you say as you walk up to the desk, leading Hassat by the arm. "We found some runes that indicate he might have been practicing dark magic, so we wanted to see if there were any reports of stuff like that nearby."\n\n"Drow doin' dark magic, eh?" The mustachioed guardsman eyes Hassat balefully. "Do think I've heard something like that, aye. Over Amperton way, maybe. Raisin' th' dead an' turnin' 'em on the livin', that sort of thing." He stands up and grabs the Drow's arm. "I'll see this filth to a cell, while we investigate."\n\n"Hey, hey, easy, he's cooperating!" you call as the guardsman yanks Hassat almost off his feet as he heads through a door behind the front desk.\n\n"Easy now, lass," Ulf murmurs, setting an armored hand on your arm. "We've turned 'im over to th' proper authorities, our part be done. We should take th' chance t' relax, enjoy ourselves, and then reequip. Might be we'll have more luck a second time venturin' in, stick together and whatnot."\n\n<hr>\n[["Maybe you're right."|GGRoguePlaceholder]]\n\n[["I made him a promise."|GGRoguePlaceholder]]

"Let's start with names," you say, fishing a bit of cloth out of your belt pouch and fastening it around his middle as an impromptu towel... though it leaves one of his hips mostly bare and isn't quite long enough. Oh~ well~. "Mine's Cyan. Yours is...?"\n\n"Hassat," he grumbles as you move around in front of him.\n\n"Alright, Hassat. Now, some of the stuff I've seen in your wards and whatnot leads me to believe you may have been up to some bad stuff. So what we're gonna do is, you're gonna come back to the nearest town with me and my friends. If there's been some male Drow mage bopping about terrorizing people, I'm sure they'll have heard of it. If they haven't, I'll set you free with my apologies. If you have, we turn you over to the authorities, and I come back here and sell everything that's not nailed down, then I pry that stuff up and sell it."\n\nHassat's lip curls in a sneer. "A likely story. If your 'friends' don't kill me for being a Drow, human townsfolk surely will."\n\n"Hey. Hey hey hey." You pat his cheek firmly several times. "No one's killing anyone for being a Drow today, alright? If you get killed it will be because you were an asshat, Hassat." You snicker a little, then wink at him. "But I promise you a fair trial. If I don't think you're getting one, I'll set you free myself and make sure you escape."\n\n"... Hardly seems a fair trial anyway, considering you've no evidence I've done anything wrong other than my wards, but since it appears I have no other choice, very well," he grumbles. "I accept your promise."\n\n"Okay, let's go." You turn him around, then lightly rest the point of your dagger against his skin. "Juuuust for insurance."\n\nOnce you've had him point out his bedroom and let him pick out a pair of pants and an open-sided tunic (and checked both for enchantments, hidden pockets, and so on), you escort him back out of the living area and along the tunnel. By the time you arrive at the meeting point, everyone else has too, most of them looking a bit rumpled and annoyed. Looks like they all came up a lot more empty-handed than you. However, at the sight of Hassat, they all leap to attention, Ulf snarling and brandishing his axe. "I'll have its head off!"\n\n"Whoa, whoa, easy guys!" You wave a hand to plead for calm. "No beheading my prisoner, okay? That's just not kosh-... right."\n\n"The only reason to take a Drow prisoner is to make the execution cleaner," Konrad asserts, frowning as he shifts his grip on his sword.\n\n"A most wily race, full of tricks and capable of long-burning hatred few other humanoids are," Zadaan murmurs, shaking his head. "If he were to escape or be set free, you might find him planting a knife in your great-grandchild one day."\n\n"Cyan, I would never, ever normally suggest killing a prisoner," Alanna murmurs, the white-eyed, mocha-skinned woman turning her gaze towards you. "But... he is a Drow," she adds, sounding uncomfortable with the words even as she speaks them. "You don't know what he might have hidden away or planned, and all it would take is him getting the drop on his guard during the night to kill us all, and then go on doing evil in the world. It... it might be best if we kill him... as mercifully and with as much dignity as possible, obviously, but... all the same."\n\nYou look at them, then look at Hassat, who's just regarding you with a flat, resigned expression, as if he weren't surprised in the slightest. You look back at the others, shifting your shoulders as you make up your mind what you want to say.\n\n<hr>\n[[Argue morality.|GGRogue1x15]]\n\n[[Argue profit.|GGRoguePlaceholder]]\n\n[[Don't argue.|GGRoguePlaceholder]]

Eh, what the hell. It sounds interesting and you're bored. You fire off an email to the included address saying you're interested, and after a bit of back-and-forth you arrange for an interview the next day.\n\nThe next day you clean up and put on some of your nicer clothes... meaning clean jeans, a white T-shirt and a black button-up left open and with the sleeves rolled up... and head out to the little office front where your potential employer is apparently working out of. Looks kind of run-down and abandoned in front, but when you knock on the door she comes out pretty quickly to open it for you. And while you're still a little dubious about the job, you have to say her fashion sense is incredibly on-point as far as you're concerned. Long pink hair, pink eyes even behind black-rimmed glasses, and probably one of the coolest black jackets you've ever seen... mostly detached sleeves to bare her shoulders, high collar, some straps and clips, the whole nine yards to go with a black pleated skirt and black tights along with slightly more functional but still strappy boots, not unlike the ones you're wearing.\n\n<img src="images/Rina.png">\n\n"Hi, you must be Cyan," she says, ushering you inside and over to a little table she's set up along with some chairs. "I'm Rina, obviously."\n\n"Yup, that's me," you say, trying not to do your usual flump down into a chair since despite the slightly strange and obviously informal surroundings you guess this is still a job interview, and you ought to at least try and practice.\n\n"Okay, now, let's see," Rina murmurs, taking out the tablet computer she'd had tucked under one arm and looking at it. "Do you believe in UFOs, astral projections, mental telepathy, ESP, clairvoyance, spirit photography, telekinetic movement, full transmediums, the Loch Ness monster, and the theory of Atlantis?"\n\nYou hesitate for a second, tempted to glance around to look for a potential 'it's a prank, bro' camera, before clearing your throat and looking back at her. "Hey look, as long as it's not boring, I'll believe pretty much anything."\n\nRina blinks a few times, looking at her tablet as if having not really considered that answer in her interview process... then shrugs and sets the tablet down. "Eh, good enough for me." She gives you a smile and says, "Okay, that's fine, welcome aboard!"\n\n"Huh. That's it?"\n\n"I really just need someone to generally help out, and as long as you're open-minded and like exciting things, hopefully that will be plenty." Rina holds up a finger and waggles it in the air. "I research all sorts of things people consider 'too out there' looking for the truth in hopes of finding practical applications for the information. My stance on it is, lots of things that get laughed off as ridiculous nonsense are just ahead of their time, or just people having a bad idea of what's actually 'realistic'. I think that holds us back from legitimate scientific advancement."\n\n"... Huh." You blink a few times. "So what, you don't want to find Bigfoot just to find Bigfoot, you wanna... monetize Bigfoot?"\n\nRina makes a bit of a face. "That kind of makes it sound ugly, like I want to dissect him and harvest his organs. No, it would be more like... if Bigfoot is real, then obviously there's a lot that goes into how he remains hidden, and we could use knowledge of those methods to, say, improve how well soldiers can sneak across enemy lines! ... Though I don't like that example either, I'm not really looking for military applications, I'd prefer something that could benefit mankind in general. ... Bigfoot's a bad example I think," she concludes rather lamely.\n\n"Er, sorry. But I guess I get the general idea, yeah. I mean, if you find aliens-"\n\n"We could unlock alien technology! Or diplomacy with people from beyond the stars! Yes, I like aliens a lot better," she asserts firmly, nodding repeatedly. "I'm also open to the idea of things like magic and whatnot too, I think there's a lot more to that than most people think. I almost made a breakthrough on that last year, but..." She trails off, then shrugs. "Well. Anyway. Right now I'm mostly getting things ready here in my little, ah, research facility here," she says bashfully, gesturing around. "Which doesn't leave me a lot of time for doing actual research. So what I'd like you to do, for your first day, is go to the library and start looking through the archives of these publications, hopefully most of them have been transferred to digital," she says, pulling out a notecard and proffering it.\n\nYou take it, and probably shouldn't be surprised when you recognize several of the names. "Supermarket tabloids."\n\n"I mean, I know they probably just make up the vast majority of the stories," Rina says rather sheepishly. "But I have a theory that at least some of them are built on at least rumors of actual sightings or events. I guess what I need you to do is use your best judgement to look at the stories and see which ones might have some bit of truth to them, or which ones seem particularly consistent or recur over and over, and then bring me the ones you think might have some mote of truth in them."\n\nWell, you guess being paid to sit in an air conditioned library and read old tabloid stories all day isn't exactly the worst summer job you've ever heard of. And it sure as hell beats sacking groceries. So that's what you spend the day doing. ... Reading scans of tabloids, obviously, not sacking groceries. You do a fair bit of skimming, admittedly, but you gradually fill a few pages of a notebook with stories that you think seem like they might have the tiniest mote of truth to them. Or, admittedly, some of them that just kind of amuse you, or that you think would amuse your new employer.\n\nAt the end of the day you head back to her office, Rina excitedly coming out to meet you. "So, did you find anything?"\n\n"Here y'go. I uploaded some screen captures and stuff to my google drive too, if you want," you note as you hand over the notebook, Rina starting to flip through.\n\n"Ooo, interesting, interesting! I knew it was a good idea to come to Deviville, I kept hearing about how this place was a hotbed of strange activity!"\n\n... Huh, really? You always thought this place was astoundingly normal. Nothing weird ever happened to <i>you</i>, certainly, unless you count Davey Brewster asking you out on a date in fourth grade, but that just meant <i>Davey</i> was weird.\n\n"Nice, nice, I could spend quite awhile looking into some of these, I think. But did any of them particularly interest you, too?" she asks, looking up at you.\n\nYou try to think back. Admittedly you're a fast reader so you've covered probably hundreds of different goofy-ass tabloid articles today, so it's a lot to sort through, but you guess there were a few that stood out as either particularly grounded or at least amusingly interesting.\n\n<hr>\n[['The Schoolgirl Succubus'.|GGRA]]\n\n[['Earth: The Alien Nursery.'|GGRA1x1]]

You peer into the bin of of little gummi figures, thinking that 'humans' is certainly a gummi theme you've never seen before. You notice that they're actually anatomically correct, too, contoured to have little legs and the meeting of such, little boobs or little dicks, and in some cases both. You snicker to yourself, thinking that these must be meant for bachelor/bachelorette parties or something. In part because you think your friends will find them hilarious, in part just to see if they'll actually let someone your age buy them, you snag one of the plastic bags from a container nearby and put a few scoopfuls of the gummi people in it.\n\nThe well-endowed blonde at the counter doesn't say a word about you buying them, however, though there's definitely a distinct twinkle in her catlike green eyes when she tells you to enjoy them. You head outside with your bag of vaguely naughty goodies, mildly disappointed that you didn't get a flustered response, but still looking forward to showing them off to friends.\n\nHm. Calling up everyone you know and saying 'OMG guys I got candy with dongs!' might be just a bit too juvenile, even for, well, a juvenile. You scroll through your contacts list, picking out a couple of potentials. Probably best to call up just one buddy, as a sort of acid test on whether the candy his hilarious or lame.\n\n<hr>\n[[Text Jimmy.|GGCandy]]\n\n[[Text Megan.|GGCandy]]

*<b>Main:</b> New young adult female character Theresa is now available.\n-Update 2-\n* More Theresa.

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

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

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

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

Bargain bin is often the way to go for feeling obliged to buy something. Besides, a place like this, it might be more than just the same three items all jumbled together. You walk over to the tall cardboard box (just big enough to bend over a bit) and start rummaging around, looking through the mixture of loose costume pieces and accessories. \n\nOne of the first things you find of any interest is a purple hooded cape, though it's labeled as an '[[Invisibility Cloak|GGMCE]]'... hm, well, if a cloak is something other than a hooded cape you don't know enough to argue the difference, really. You're kind of surprised by the plain purple color, with a label like that you'd expect it to be all... Harry Potter-y. Seems to be pretty quality though, actually full length if you put it on and not some cheap fabric as thin as a piece of paper like a lot of costume capes.\n\nYou also find a pair of strap-on [[angel wings|GGMCE3x1]] with a clear plastic harness. They're not exactly huge and majestic, but they are decent-looking, with mildly realistic white faux-feathers that don't seem ready to drop off if they're breathed on hard. They could make for at least a couple of mildly ironic or self-deprecating selfies at the very least.\n\nSimilar to those are a pair of shiny blue and gold [[dragon wings|GGMCE]], though they're more plush and squishy. They're a little cutesy for you, but they're even cheaper than the angel wings... and admittedly you think they're kind of neat. And they are pretty close to being cyan blue, so that sort of draws you to them even more.\n\nThere's also a gray T-shirt with black text reading '[[Professional Monster Girl Trainer|GGMCE4x1]]' in a circular logo around the outline of what seems to be a lamia with huge boobs. You know several guys that would probably love this shirt... actually, to be perfectly honest you kind of love this shirt yourself. If you buy it you'll probably keep it, but if you don't you can always tell your friends about it and where they can get it.

"I'm not seeing anything that looks like any noteworthy weapons systems," you note, trying not to make a face at the long, slightly bulbous ship with a vague but undeniably phallic outline. "Pretty basic self-defense blasters and shields, but the power distribution looks like a heavy-duty life support system." You pause briefly, waiting both for a reply and more information from the sensors as the ship makes its approach. "I'm seeing a lot of life signs. Relatively small ones."\n\n"That could certainly be a diplomatic envoy," Calama says cheerfully.\n\n"Or an invasion force relying on warm bodies," Drayk mutters rather more darkly, then gives a soft 'oof' as the Commander thumps her on the hip. You guess those two are close enough for casual interaction like that.\n\nBut eventually there's a ding that signals an incoming communications signal. Calama walks over to the sort of dignified-looking almost podium-like curve of consoles directly in front of the largest screen, the people working there discretely slipping off to the side, before putting the communication through.\n\nYou know you're probably not even in line of the sight of the camera, but you make yourself control your reaction all the same. Good training, indeed. Because this race is, uh... not attractive. By human standards, at least. Or probably most standards of the humanoids you've run across that have voiced preferences. You can see a number of them scattered across their bridge, and most of them do indeed seem to be fairly smallish, ranging in size from probably coming up to your waist to maybe only coming up to your knee, if you had to guess. They look like a mingling of frogs and slugs, with none of the particularly attractive traits (such as they are) of either, with moist, greenish skin that's a pale near-yellow on their fronts, black eyes on short stalks coming from the top of their heads (which are mostly defined by a long, tapered tubular snout of a mouth... muzzle?... proboscis maybe?), almost cylinder-shaped bodies with rather bulbous bellies, with spindly arms and legs ending in small grasping hands and short fingers tipped by almost spherical grippers and similar feet, and a sort of squishy-looking wiggly tail that frequently lengthens and contracts as they move like a snail's... above almost ridiculously pert little round buttocks. Which you can see since basically none of them are wearing anything, relatively humanlike shafts and balls dangling between their sticklike thighs, the forward half of them a sort of purplish pink and with a flatter-looking head with ridges around the edge of it.\n\nIn fact the only one of them that is wearing anything is the presumed captain, who's also the only one of them that's closer to a standard humanoid height, though he still looks like he's probably shorter than you. He's like a bigger, fatter version of the smaller ones, putting you somewhat in mind of a less attractive Jabba the Hutt if you're honest. He also has four arms instead of the usual two the smaller ones have, even longer and skinnier, their hands plumper so that they almost look like old cartoon character gloves. His legs are thicker than the others' (presumably to hold up his greater weight), more like thick rhino-like trunks, and he's as said wearing clothes... a speedo. It's bright red, and admittedly, despite his otherwise rather abhorrent ugliness, you can see one thing that would make a lot of guys envious, because he's hung like a horse.\n\n"Gweedings," he says in a voice that's as thick and heavy as he is, and possibly slightly more moist. "I am Gabdain Blap of the Fwump starshib Unfa."\n\nCommander Calama, to her credit, doesn't seem put off in the slightest, doing her best to radiate positivity and cheer without making any overt facial expressions, probably since the gap in appearance is so wide that she can't be sure how a smile would be taken. "And I am Commander Calama, head of this station, DiploStar 15."\n\n"Id's lubbly to meet you, Cobbander," Blap replies, that tubey proboscis twitching and contorting at the end as he speaks, with little pokes and flickers of what looks like a long pink tongue. "The Blub hab decided to tage you ub on yowah delighdful offah to engage in diblomacy, and estabolish bons bedween ouwah peebles."\n\n"We'd enjoy that very much too, Captain," Calama replies. She's not actually letting it show in her voice but you can tell by the sort of quivering of two of the tentacles at the back of her head she's having to repress laughter, having just figured out that 'Gabdain' wasn't actually an alien rank. "May we make arrangements for you to come and visit us on the station?"\n\n"Oh no, id's agaidst Fwump pwodogol for a Gabdain do addend de first meedings," Captain Blap replies, patting his large belly with one of his hands with a... well, a <i>blap</i> sound. "We bust send ober enboys firbst, to eddablish frienly relashuns."\n\n"Yes, of course, completely understandable," Calama agrees smoothly.\n\n"Our unberlinks can sed up suj thinks. For now, good bay, Gabbaden."\n\nThe screen clears, and you notice the officer at one of the other stations perk up and set to work, though again with that slight air of restraint. Calama and Drayk exchange a wry look.\n\n"The, ah... variations... in their manner of speech due to their oral structure could make things... interesting," Drayk says, clearly audibly holding back laughter.\n\n"Get ahold of yourself, <i>Lieutenant</i>," Drayk says just a bit coolly, which certainly puts a steel rod in Drayk's spine. The Commander eyes her for a moment, then walks over to you, beckoning you to follow. Once you, the Commander, and the Lieutenant Commander are all in the Commander's office, she says, her tone once more pleasant, "Ensign, honest question, do you think you can control your reactions around the Fwumps?"\n\n<hr>\n[[You think you can.|GGSR15x6]]\n\n[[Probably... not.|GGSR]]

Probably a better use of time and fellowship to set up the chat so that you can all continue to stay in touch. You access the comm network and use your authorization (not that it takes a very high one) to set up a text chat, and then to send text messages to the others linking them to it. Shiara joins right away and immediately starts apologizing that she didn't think to do such a thing herself, which you of course do your best to head her off on. Telit and Gaio take a bit longer, but both of them voice relief (in various levels of caps) that someone finally got around to putting you all back in touch. Everyone commisserates a bit over their new workload, before breaks are over and it's time to get back to work.\n\nIt's about halfway through your shift the next day when your panel chirps and switches you away from the power flow regulator diagnostic you were eyeing as if you could spot something the diagnostic couldn't. You're back to the view of near-space, and see that it's highlighted a distant identification signal... one that's not on any of the station's records. Immediately you tap the notification control. "Commander, Lieutenant Commander, I have an unknown contact."\n\nYou spend the time it takes the two officers to make their way over isolating the signal and homing in on it, doing a recheck and making sure that it's not in any of the secondary or even tertiary archives. "Details?" Commander Calama asks crisply.\n\n"It does seem fairly large, and the long-range hull geometry ping isn't immediately turning anything up," you answer with a small frown. "I think we're going to have to wait for it to enter visual and energy monitoring range for actual identification."\n\nCalama and Drayk both stand behind you waiting, and talking quietly amongst themselves, because if there was anything that would make this situation more tense, it's having your bosses staring over your shoulder and whispering to each other. But soon the ship crosses the distance threshold for the station's sensors to lock onto it and render both a visual representation and a map of its energy flow.\n\n<hr>\n[["It appears to be a passenger ship."|GGSR15x5]]\n\n[["It looks like a cargo vessel."|GGSR]]\n\n[["I think it's... a troop transport."|GGSR16x1]]\n\n[["... Dreadnought."|GGSR17x1]]\n\n[["... It's uh... a rectangle."|GGSR18x1]]

Sigh. Much as you're eager to have some fun and unwind, you also really don't want to wind up stumbling into trouble before you've had your first duty shift at your new posting. ... You'll wait a week or two for an off shift and stumble into some trouble then. Until then, you put the wrapped clothes into the chest of drawers, and unwrap the uniform.\n\nAs expected, it's much like the one Drayk and Calama were wearing, white with red and blue accents at the shoulders and outer arms, though the little gold stars worked into the pattern just under the front of the collar of course show an Ensign's rank instead (with a little silver outline, which you guess is to distinguish you as a cadet). You step into it and then fasten it up the front, giving a low 'mmf' as you feel it conforming to your curves in a just almost lewd fashion. (Admittedly if you hadn't been so conditioned into seeing uniforms like this over the last year there probably wouldn't be any "almost" about it, since it not only conforms to your breasts individually but your asscheeks as well.) Hm... no new boots, so you guess you keep wearing your old ones. Still barefoot, you step over in front of the mirror to eye yourself.\n\n"Geez," you mutter as you turn back and forth a bit, then, unable to help yourself, cup your large breasts and lift a bit. 'They are definitely putting something in the water or food or whatever at that academy,' you muse, turning in the mirror and eyeing your butt as well. Yup, that's also definitely bigger and rounder too, and you weren't exactly unblessed on the subject in the first place. Again unable to help yourself, you give one buttock a light smack and watch as it bounces with the perfect amount of firmness and give. "Fuck," you murmur, impressed despite yourself. Luckily, after a few checks, the uniform does hold everything in place and prevent you from breasting boobily while walking or even running (as much as you can test it in your quarters), so there's that.\n\n(You've never seen the uniform or bra that could prevent Shiara from breasting boobily pretty much everywhere she goes, but then that's Shiara.)\n\nWell, looks like you're going to be pretty much on display all duty shift long from now on... but you were kind of already adapting to that idea. Even the "combat ready" suits like the one you put on that got you here are too tight and form-fitting to wear anything under them, and the "light duty" suits like this one don't even have the padding and thickness that helps obscure various details. 'Someone in Space Ranger uniform design is a perv,' you think with both a physical and mental yawn as you peel the uniform off again, hanging it up before setting an alarm in the station computer and go to sleep.\n\nIn the morning you get up and shower, eyeing yourself in the bathroom mirror as you brush out your now past-shoulder-length hair, having always been just slightly too busy to go and get a haircut back at the academy (at least in your mind) and never having bothered to look for such facilities on your way here. Space Ranger regulations are surprisingly openminded about hairstyling, so you actually have still been buying dye at the PX and coloring your tips, although the tips are now well below your shoulders. 'Probably oughtta do something about that,' you think as you pull your hair back into a simple ponytail and then immediately forget about doing something about it the moment you've left the mirror.\n\nYou grab a quick breakfast wrap from the food prep unit (it tastes like every fast food breakfast burrito you've ever had: near-solid chunk of scrambled eggs-like thing with lumps of vaguely-flavorful protein) before heading to your early appointment with LC Drayk. As might be expected, your orientation consists of a brief rundown of various regulations you're already mostly familiar with, a brief lecture on some basic diplomatic protocol you should be aware of when out and about, and then an abbreviated tour of the station. You're shown where all the various facilities in the inner ring are, the science labs, the engineering bays, the banquet halls, all that stuff. (Yes there is more than one banquet hall, this is a diplomatic station after all.) The tour of the outer "retail" ring is done from the see-through tram, with Drayk pointing out various popular and useful establishments and also advising you of several that it would be better to stay away from, even if no one's technically <i>forbidden</i> from patroning any of them. (Among those she suggests you steer clear of is the casino, apparently it's run by quite the shady character. Apparently life does imitate art.) The tour of the docking ring is similarly done from the tram, Drayk pointing out the various bays for the station's array of Clydesdales and its smaller collection of Arabians, Mustangs, and Shetlands. (You do kind of wonder about the naming scheme... you've always figured there's got to be some sort of translation convention going on even if you never noticed being given translator microbes or whatever. You've noticed things out here are just kind of Like That though and mostly try not to question it.)\n\nLC Drayk eventually takes you back to Main Operations, and shows you to a seated station right next to the entrance to the ramp up to the Commander's office. "Your primary job will be to monitor the nearby space for incoming ships, and checking them against the scheduled arrival manifest and scanning whether they're in compliance. Which, honestly, the computer does most of automatically," she admits a bit ruefully. "Still, you need to be attentive and watch the results for any anomalies. When there's nothing at all on sensors, the station will switch over to having you monitor diagnostics on various station systems. You may also wind up taking various comm calls for the Commander, and running errands for her as necessary. Just punch in the appropriate code when leaving your station and someone else will take over for you."\n\nAnd so begins your first rather unglorious day of work on DiploStar 15. 'Working in the operations area of a deep space frontier station seems a lot like what I imagine working in a call center must be like,' you muse ruefully as you finish fielding a call from an upset store owner who claims it's been a month since they put in a repair request (two days, according to the computer). You also see you have text message order from the Commander, and tap in the code to turn your station over to someone else before getting up and heading for the tram. 'And a secretary,' you think as you make your way to the "secret best" food prep unit outside the engineer lounge to get the Commander her third double tall blueberry tart coffee of the day. (Black. Honestly that's the weird part to you, fruit pastry-flavored coffee you get just fine, but who has flavored coffee <i>black</i>?)\n\nIn fact pretty much your whole first two weeks on the job are like that. You feel like you do almost nothing, and yet somehow every day is still busy, full of small menial tasks on the computer, largely pointless comm conversations where you mostly just have to be polite while the other person refuses to be, and running errands for the Commander. As you return from one of said errands, she grins and sips her coffee (not retrieved by you) as she asks, "So, are you having fun with your diplomacy training, Ensign?"\n\nYou pause a little, then clear your throat. "Permission to speak freely, Commander?"\n\n"I think that answer makes it unnecessary. Still, you're doing a good job, so keep it up."\n\nRight... diplomacy training. You'd think she was just being wry and teasing you, except... well, it obviously is. The learning to deal with the tedium and minutae and attention to detail. The practice at dealing with angry, confrontational individuals who often seem impossible to please but it's your job to please them. And of course the massive amount of petty support tasks that nevertheless need to be carried out quickly and competently. So... yeah. Bebby's first diplomacy training, you get it. Doesn't exactly make it any more <i>fun</i>.\n\nEspecially, you realize one day during a break, that you've barely seen your friends since you got here. The closest you've come is seeing them going into their quarters near yours sometimes, obviously as dead tired from their shifts as you are from yours. (You would guess that Gaio and Telit are at least probably tired from genuine physical activity, since they're both wearing the version of the uniforms with extra layers at various points that show they are indeed working security.) You glance at the clock in the corner of your screen and do a bit of arithmetic... you could probably have time to vidchat with one of them (assuming they're also on break), or you could use the time to message all of them and set up a new group chat on the system's comm network, but probably not both.\n\n<hr>\n[[Vidcall one of them.|GGSR]]\n\n[[Set up the group chat.|GGSR15x4]]

"A diplomatic station!" Shiara declares happily, bouncing up and down (and doing quite a lot of jiggling in the process). "Oh that's <i>lovely</i>! It's a two-digit number so it's definitely out on the frontier, that means there will be lots of wonderful chances to do investigative science and inventive engineering too!"\n\n"Yeah, I think they only brought DiploStar 15 online like a year or two ago, it's definitely way out there. I remember hearing it was a really big fancy one too, it has its own entertainment and shopping district because someone decided it would be good to show off our space's culture, there'll be a ton of third-party shops," Gaio notes, tail wagging a bit as she rests her hands on her hips. "So I guess we'll have plenty of places to spend our pay even if we're out in the middle of nowhere."\n\n"Huh. A diplomatic station, huh?" you muse aloud.\n\nSlowly, all three of you's heads turn towards Telit.\n\n"I'm gonna wind up scrubbing the fuckin' waste pipes," she says flatly.\n\nThe rest of you do your best to console Telit, without actually gainsaying her because, frankly, it's hard to imagine her on a station focused on diplomacy in any role where she might actually be allowed to interact with any important visitors even by chance. You do assure her that you didn't specifically seek out this posting, you just checked your first preference as being a space station assignment. You do privately wonder exactly how you wound up with such a posting... you'd sort of assume Telit (and, let's face it, Gaio to a lesser extent) would have sunk your chances for anything even slightly related to diplomatic endeavors, but here you are.\n\nSince DiploStar 15 is so far out in the galactic boonies, and since travel by official Space Ranger channels is so circuitous, you wind up having to depart for your posting within hours of your last class of the year. You spend the next two months or so bouncing from ship to ship, you're pretty sure going back the way you came several times because apparently that's just how you'll get to a ship that's going slightly further than you were before. It isn't the most pleasant experience in the universe but you've already learned to live with these people, and when you can't take them anymore the officers on the ships are almost always perfectly pleased to offer you work to do that will keep you out of your cabin for hours at a time. The last leg of the trip is even on a decently-sized science vessel that has a number of pleasant (if rather low-key) entertainment options.\n\n"Yeah well enjoy it while you fuckin' can," Telit notes after you return from a walk in one of the arboretums (not to your usual preference for activities but it was kind of nice). "The station won't have its own ship to go and do anything with, it's just got a Clydesdale stable, they use those for practically everything."\n\nYou look at her blankly for a moment before you recall. "Oh right, those are the extra-big shuttles."\n\n"Yup, you can outfit 'em for a bunch of stuff, science, combat, and probably even make the inside a bit ritzier and some diplomat might not whine like a bitch about havin' to take a ride in it. Guess the one upshot of this fuckin' posting is we'll probably all have our Clydesdale qualification fully certified by the end of it, that's supposed to be something captains like."\n\n"Hm. Hey, while we're on the subject," you speak up. "Where does a diplomatic station fit into the whole 'we're cops' thing?"\n\n"Fucked if I know," Telit says, shrugging. "I mean I know the Space Rangers are in charge of diplomacy for deep space but no one's ever said why."\n\n"Because negotiating first contact with alien species is dangerous," Gaio chimes in in a reasonable tone. "Even trained diplomats can make mistakes, and set off at least brief hostilities. It's why negotiating first contact and setting up deep space stations to promote it is left to the Space Rangers, because we're trained to fight as well. When it comes to second contact and negotiating treaties and alliances and all that, the civilian government steps in, usually."\n\nAfter many long weeks, the ship eventually approaches DiploStar 15, and at Shiara's urging all of you go to one of the forward lounges for the traditional approach watch, with you unable to help adding a mental soundtrack in your head. (Something slightly vainglorious with a lot of trumpets.) You're really unable to help comparing it to Deep Space Nine because, obviously, why would you not? The outer ring is actually pretty similar-looking, though you guess since this one was actually built for diplomacy the tall, curving arches are a bit more aesthetically pleasing, lacking the jagged edges and general claw-like appearance, and made of a flat pale silvery metal; the ring they're attached to also seems a lot thinner in appearance, and much wider and further out from the station itself, and the docking arches go both ways, curving both inward toward the station and outward towards space, you guess to accomodate an even wider potential variety of ships. The inner rings (and there are two) are much larger, flat on the bottom and curved on top, with multiple rows of windows shining and twinkling from the surface, and in the very center there's a sphere-shaped spot that you're guessing is the control area.\n\nAnd indeed, once the ship has docked and you've stepped out, you're treated to the equivalent of a glass elevator ride, just that it's a tram to the admin area. It passes through both the outer ring (and gives you a glimpse of the wide, multi-level shopping mall-like interior) and the inner ring (giving you a glimpse of the high-end office building-like interior) before pulling into the sphere in the center. 'I'm at the shopping mall, I'm at the war outpost, I'm at the combination shopping mall war outpost,' you think dryly as you stand and step to the door, where a slightly burly woman of the human-but-with-a-bumpy-nose variety of aliens that are indeed common out here (although in her case it's bright red scales on her forehead/bridge of her nose/jaw/neck below shortish red hair, and a pair of small black nubs on her forehead) in an officer's uniform is waiting. Said uniform is mostly white, with red and blue striping across the shoulders and down the arms, and as with a lot of Space Ranger outfits very tight, showing off her strong shoulders, fit belly, full breasts, and the large bulge at the front of her crotch. (Geez it's even bigger than Telit's. And you can see Telit coming to that conclusion too, and pursing her lips as she tries to decide how she feels. She'll <i>definitely</i> say something about it given enough time, you hope this officer isn't easily offended.)\n\n"Cadet LaChance and squad reporting as ordered, ma'am," you say with the standard salute, doing your best to sound crisp and not let just how long the journey has been bleed into your tone.\n\nStill, the officer looks like she understands, grinning wryly before she says, "Lieutenant Commander Drayk. I'll be the one overseeing most of your assignments and doing your performance reviews, so you'll probably be seeing a lot of me. Cadet Captain, the Commander wants to see you first thing, I'll be giving your squad their orientation while you do that. It's through that door and up the ramp."\n\nYou hesitate briefly, just because you're not sure that was the end of the order, then nod crisply and turn to head through the door marked 'Main Operations'. Again it's that mix of the fictionally familiar and a more aesthetic approach obviously designed to be more pleasing to the majority of sentients working there and to any visiting dignitaries that might see it. It's multi-tiered, mostly going down, with only one ramp that goes up and around towards a raised landing with a set of doors. You head on up and press the announcement pad for the doors, and a moment later they slide open, prompting you to walk through.\n\n"Ah, Cadet Captain LaChance!" the obvious Commander says, already having risen from her desk and rounded it to approach you. She's tall and very much on the slender side, and... well, she's a bit more away from the 'human with a bumpy nose' style of alien. In fact she doesn't have a nose. Her skin is dark purple, and instead of hair she has a number of gently-wiggling tentacles about half the width of your wrist hanging down past her shoulders, the undersides where they face towards her head a bright pink. Her eyes are black, and her mouth is somewhat lipless, showing a slight pink glow whenever she speaks. She's fairly modest of both chest and hip, though both still have noticeable curve, though interestingly enough her uniform is actually a bit loose on her, at least comparable to a more "normal" uniform jacket and pants that you might expect; you're used to seeing Space Rangers in the field wearing various levels of form-fitting. She offers a hand to shake, and you notice that the fingers are jointless, and they and her palms have the same pink-on-the-underside color scheme as her "hair". You take it and shake, ignoring the slightly tacky feeling to it (sort of like unpolished rubber), as she adds, "Though you should probably start getting used to 'Ensign LaChance', as you'll be for the remainder of your assignment here."\n\n"Thank you, Commander, glad to be here," you answer in your best professionally pleasant tone. That seems to please her, since her mouth curls up in a slightly strange but very recognizable grin, and the pace of her hair's wriggling increases.\n\n"So, I'm Commander Calama, and I'm in charge of this station. You may be wondering why you're here, Ensign, and I'll be frank... I sought you specifically because of your race. Not everyone's comfortable admitting such things, but I believe honesty is the best policy," Calama explains, beckoning you to follow and take a seat in front of her desk. She moves with a slightly odd way... her arms and legs bend in the right places. Mostly. There's a weird, almost subliminal sort of "learned" quality to the movement that says she's taught herself to bend her arms and legs in those spots habitually rather than naturally. But once she's seated she says, "I've worked with humans before, and found them highly adaptable, especially mentally. That's a very important quality for this sort of diplomatic work, where we can sometimes ride the line between new alliances and fresh declarations of war. It's why I'll be taking you on as a sort of personal assistant, but really I'm hoping to train you in diplomatic techniques."\n\n"I see," you say, your head spinning just a little. "Ah, thank you, Commander."\n\n"Don't thank me yet, Ensign," Calama says dryly, though her shiny black eyes do seem to twinkle. "You can thank me when you're negotiating Earth's entry into Protected Space."\n\n"Eheh, yes, Commander. Ah, Commander, if it's not impertinent, what about the rest of my squad?"\n\n"Oh you'll still see plenty of them. I've reviewed their files, and Ensign Boinstar will be assigned to the science division, since she seems to have an aptitude for investigative engineering. Ensign Hhawu and Ensign Lykytyz will both be going to the security division... their particular personalities and skills can be quite valuable there, once they've learned to direct them properly." She pauses, then smiles again. "Were you worried we might assign Ensign Lykytyz to painting the outer hull?"\n\n"Waste pipe scrubbing, actually, Commander," you admit sheepishly.\n\n"Well don't worry, part of being a diplomat is understanding where people's skills are best put to use. A lot of smug dignitaries don't <i>like</i> getting loud or blunt direction from security staff, but they do understand that security staff are Like That and occasionally even obey them. In any event, you'll be stationed here in Main Operations. LC Drayk will be giving you direction when I don't need you. For now, why don't you head to your quarters and get settled in, I'm sure you've had a long trip and are glad to be at the end of it," she says, picking up a tablet and checking it briefly before passing it over. "LC Drayk will give you your orientation in the morning, please report at least half an hour before the official beginning of your duty shift."\n\n"Yes, Commander."\n\n"Dismissed, Ensign," she says in a pleasant tone.\n\n'Me. A diplomat. This seems like a bad idea,' you think a bit ruefully as you follow the tablet's directions to your quarters. They're in the inner ring and... actually pretty nice. The main area is about the size of the dorm room back at the academy, but there's also a small bedroom and private bathroom (with no sign of being set up for multiple habitation). Wow, it's not dripping luxury... other than the food prep unit in the wall it's really just got the same amenities as your dorm room... but it's a massive step up from slightly less space shared by four people. You hope everyone else's is this nice or they're gonna start hating you... enh, if that's the case you'll just have to tell them they can hang out in your quarters when they want. (This runs the risk of finding Telit jerking off in your bed at any given time but you guess those are the sacrifices a cadet squad leader has to make.) \n\nYou do indeed take the opportunity to make use of a bathroom slightly larger than most you've used over the last months but also one that is entirely yours for the foreseeable future. You emerge toweling off, similarly enjoying the fact that you don't have to worry about anyone commenting on your body one way or another if you're anything less than fully dressed, when you notice a pair of tightly-wrapped bags on the bed. You walk over and take a look... one's in the sort of official silvery vacu-wrap stuff the Space Rangers use for stored clothing, with text on it reading 'Space Ranger Ensign Uniform - Station Edition'. Ah, a new uniform. The other's interesting though... the vacu-wrap is similar but it's glossy black, with slightly more ornate silvery text reading 'From the Official DiploStar 15 Retail Association to welcome a new arrival'. Huh. From the identical shape and general heft of it to the uniform, it's got to be clothes too, presumably civilian clothes. You're... assuming it's okay for you to take it? After all, unlike in the hippy dippy Federation future, the doors here actually lock, and your quarters are in the actual military personnel section so there's another layer of security to get through, someone couldn't just walk in here and drop an illicit bribe. ... Probably.\n\nStill, be nice to have some civilian clothes again. You still have the stuff you arrived at the academy in, and you went ahead and brought them, but. Y'know. Those were out of a lost'n'found bin. You heft a packet in each hand and glance back and forth. The responsible thing to do is probably to make sure your uniform fits, then do some basic self-orientation using your new tablet before your shift tomorrow morning. On the other hand, the Commander was right, you've had a <i>very</i> long trip (and a long academy year before that) with very few opportunities to, like... just exist in places that aren't a classroom, a ship station, or your quarters. And it sounds like you're going to be the station commander's personal gofer starting tomorrow... you could probably stand to relax and enjoy yourself before <i>that</i> kicks in.\n\n<hr>\n[[Unwrap the uniform.|GGSR15x3]]\n\n[[Unwrap the civvies.|GGSR]]

"Let's aim for a space station posting," you suggest. "That seems like the best mixture of getting out there and being useful and not being in constant danger all the time."\n\n"Unless we get assigned to one of the ones where the average murder-per-day rate is higher than zero," Telit adds cheerfully.\n\nA few days later you're prompted to do the signup by one of your instructors, and spend a while filling out forms and such to apply for a space station assignment. As your first year at the academy winds to a close, you hear other students talking about getting their assignments back... you wonder if there's some behind the scenes maneuvering where Space Rangers actually ask for which cadets they want at their assignments (or try to avoid them) and try to keep positive about why it's taking longer than some of the others for you to get your assignment. Hey, maybe the space station... captains? commanders?... are fighting over you or something, huh? Your little squad is actually one of the better ones in the first year, it's possible!\n\nEventually though, during one of your last classes of the year, you're handed a sealed packet with what feels like a thin tablet inside, and are told it's everything you and the others need to know about your assignment. You obviously want to rip it open right there and see, but that doesn't seem fair to the other three, so you wait until you've gotten back to the dorm room and the other three have assembled to open it.\n\n"Well I'm assuming this ring-shaped logo on the tablet is a space station so I'm guessing we got the posting," you note dryly as you turn it over and activate it.\n\n"Well what the fuck's it say already, spill," Telit urges as the screen finishes its little fancy boot up and appears.\n\n<hr>\n[[DiploStar 15|GGSR15x2]]

"Gosh! Thanks Heather!" you blurt. Whew, it wasn't a big deal after all! You're just fine! You in no way were absolutely hoping for this validation and permission to do exactly jack squat about bettering yourself!\n\n"Any time, sweetie, do try to get some sleep though," Heather urges as you go scurrying back to your room.\n\nNo time for sleep! Besides, you feel energized by your new freedom to be a complete loser! You have the freedom to-\n\n... Wait, what day is it?\n\n"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!" you scream, scrambling for clean(ish) outside clothes.\n\nYeah, ah, you may have had it reaffirmed that you don't really need to change anything, but you do in fact have a job. Which you are going to be late for. And which you are. And which you get a huge scolding about, ugh. But at least your boss is fairly tolerant and after the scolding you're just assigned to boring library makework, basically... which might be punitive, you guess, but it's not like there's ever any shortage of it. And anyway, it's the last day of work for the week, so you just have to get through it and... done! \n\n"Hahaha! I am inveensibull!" you crow happily as you strut back into your room... and immediately flop forward onto your bed, snoring. ... Yeah you might have actually hit zero on your energy tank.\n\nYou wake up bleerily sometime... the next morning, oof, yeah you were on some serious sleep debt. You're caught somewhere between feeling all guzzy-headed and dried out because you slept so much (and in your clothes) and actually bordering on feeling rested. ... Actually you feel pretty grungy in general. Even for you. Ugh, shower time.\n\n... Coffee. And microwave breakfast sandwich. Then shower time.\n\nLater, your belly full of the less than reputable breakfast, you slump underneath the spray of the shower, the hot water already having soaked into your wild black hair and plastered it against your skin, your rather squishy body dripping all over and pleasantly warm. 'I live here now,' you think blissfully.\n\nAfter a few minutes you steal a hand down between your legs, starting to run your fingers over your now particularly slick and dripping pussy, although obviously a lot of that is... y'know...... water. You bring your other hand up to one of your hefty breasts, letting your hand roam and slide over it, fingertips urging your nipple to stiffness despite the heat. You know that masturbating in the common shower is probably kind of, like, bad roommate etiquette or something... but you made your peace with the fact that you weren't going to be able to resist it sometime in your first week living here. Frigging your pussy and playing with your tits while you're dripping wet and (<i>skwrtskwrt</i>) soapy just feels way too good to a schlick-addict such as yourself! And since you know Laura and Heather are out and will probably be gone all weekend, you don't feel any hesitation about moaning or saying a few choice lewd phrases from hentai doujin that get you off (even if most of them are pretty silly).\n\nAfterward you shamble naked and still admittedly dripping through the apartment, mostly rubbing at your hair with the towel with one hand and already browsing your phone again with the other. (Eh it's just some dripping in the carpet, what the other two don't know won't hurt 'em. ... Unless it turns into mildew or something. But probably won't. You're not dripping that much. Probably.) You have a whole weekend of gooning yourself stupid ahead and no longer any reservations about doing so, ahhhh~!\n\nHm... maybe you ought to do some prepwork first, though. ... Clean your room?\n\n...... AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAAAA!\n\n.................. A-actually you probably should do that. At some point. You actually haven't cleaned it <i>thoroughly</i> since you moved in. In fact you feel fairly certain there's some of the last renter's stuff still boxed up and/or scattered around, just kind of assimilated into your mess. Hey, besides stuff you set aside and forgot, who knows what you might find! ... But... enh... chores...\n\nNext option! In a hurry! Go out and get some snacks! Enough to see you through the weekend! ... Or, uh... a couple of hours of today. Possibly. Depending on how well you can pace yourself today. Which is usually "not very" but you do okay sometimes!\n\nSpeaking of food, you guess you could go out somewhere and eat. Maybe even have some other fun outside of the house? It's not your usual go-to, but in a way you now feel like since your shutin lifestyle has been validated, you don't feel quite as trapped in it? ... Or something? ... Anyway you could go out and have fun, and eat some actual food. And <i>then</i> come home and goon yourself silly!\n\nOh wait! Speaking of... that sequence of events! You could finally go to the sex store! It's about time you worked up the nerve to set foot in a place like that. Your standard array of vibrators and regular dildos is... well, you're used to them, let's say. And you're somehow paranoid about buying a dragon dildo online, despite all the promises of discrete packaging somehow imagining it arriving in a clear box with flashing text reading 'SMUAG THE PUSSY SMASHER!' and being handed directly to Heather and Laura simultaneously. Ugh. ... So yeah maybe the sex shop?\n\nOr you could just blow all that off and go get started smashing yourself and turning your brains to goo!\n\n<hr>\n[[Clean your room.|Cass]]\n\n[[Stock up on snacks.|Cass5x2]]\n\n[[Go out to eat.|Cass]]\n\n[[Go to a sex shop.|Cass]]\n\n[[Schlick schlick schlick sch-|Cass]]

Can't brainrot on an empty stomach! ... Well okay you <i>can</i> and often <i>do</i> but you probably <i>shouldn't</i>. Besides, snacks are fun, and going out for them is one of the few ventures into the outside world that you kind of enjoy.\n\nHm... it's actually been a little while since you went out for them. And just going to the grocery store or Wally World isn't as fun as going somewhere more interesting for them. Like, you <i>could</i>, but since you really only make a snack pilgrimmage once every couple of months, you do feel like you should make some effort to make it a little special! You'll go to Chippadale's, the potato chip outlet! (Plus their mascot is hilarious, a big ridiculous cartoon muscular dude with a potato head doing a cheesy grin. ... you um... you may have schlicked to the thought of him once or twice though. ... You are a degenerate creature.) Anyway! Let's check their hours to make sure they're open, sometimes on weekends places open late! You tap your GPS program and type the first few letters, then select 'Locations'.\n\n.................................................... 'Permanently closed'.\n\n"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" you wail, dropping to your knees with a jolt of your boobs, thrusting your hands upward to milk the giant cow.\n\nYou have to check their Facebook page like some sort of boomer to find out that apparently a steamroller went out of control and drove right through the middle of the store, flattening most of the merchandise. ...... Wasn't it kind of flat already? But just because of a little thing like that they decided to close indefinitely?! Just for that?!?!?!?!?\n\nYou hang your head and sniffle, then sigh and type 'Snacks' in the search bar, and start browsing.\n\nAs expected most of the results are of boring mainstream grocery stores and convenience stores. But you do start finding a few interesting-looking places! There's one called [[Tandy's Candy|Cass]]... hm, usually you're more of a salty snacker than a sugary one, but branching out couldn't hurt! (Actually with sugar it probably could. ... But also the salt could. ... So nevermind! Fine either way!)\n\nAnd oooo, hey! It looks like there's a new Asian grocery, called... [[Asia Mart|Cass]]. Not... the most creative name, but eh! Maybe they'll have some neat anime-themed stuff! Or... heheh, maybe some booze, that might be fun too~!\n\n... Oh! Oh! Ohhhhhhhh! Speaking of Japanese stuff! It looks like they've opened a "[[Konbenni|Cass]]" near you! That's a really famous Japanese convenience store chain! You see them and knockoffs of them in tons of anime! Erk... although it looks like "near" is a relative term, the GPS has done one of those occasional burps where it suggested a thing that's much, much further than the stuff surrounding it. Like... bordering on 'day trip' far. ... Still you kinda wanna go to a real Konbenni...\n\nBut much nearer is a place called [[Taste of Toon Town|Cass]]... it looks like one of those retro candy stores more than the Tandy one, but also their focus seems to be on weird sodas from around the world. Hm, that might be neat, and keeping hydrated is important after all! Heheheheh.\n\nOr you could just skip it and go to the nearest [[big box store|Cass]]. You're pretty sure your usual haunt will have a bunch of seasonal stuff out... ... what that season might actually be will probably be a bit random. Christmas encroached so far into the year there that it wound up shifting all the other holidays around and now they just kind of happen sequentially but otherwise at random, sort of like a gacha game on a sped-up release schedule. They do occasionally get in different and interesting stuff when they do that, though, so it's probably not the worst bet in the world. Plus it's familiar and thus less anxiety-inducing.

Eh, the product tester seems like the least amount of work for still finding something interesting and at least mildly profitable to do, may as well give it a shot. You click on the ad and follow it to a slightly antiquated website. You fill in your personal information (they actually don't want too much of it, at least), and then click the link to send it. You're a little surprised when it switches to a page reading 'Establishing video chat' and a notification pops up asking you to authorize the camera. ... Huh. Well, okay. You take a moment to make sure you're not too messy (and that your camera is angled up enough that it's not obvious you're not wearing pants) before authorizing.\n\nThe 'Establishing' message disappears and is replaced by... a Live2D avatar. Specifically of an anime girl with deep blue hair and shock white skin, her eyes black-scleraed with blue irises behind a pair of black-rimmed glasses. Her upper body is either done up 'android' style and featureless or she's wearing a bodysuit, with a labcoat visible capping her shoulders. But the modeler definitely put in donation-encouraging level jiggle physics since the avatar boings back and forth a bit as she speaks.\n\n"Hello, and welcome to the AppAssure Home Product Tester program, su- -yan," she says in a rather monotone voice.\n\nYou narrow your eyes a little and purse your lips, not sure that was entirely a bad pronunciation of your name. Still. "Thaaaanks. Gotta say, I've never been given a job interview by a vtuber before."\n\n"We all experience new things eventually. This is the first job interview I have ever conducted with someone not wearing pants," the avatar replies, then actually smirks just the tiniest bit as you fling your hands downward. "Baited."\n\n"... Dammit," you mutter, putting your hands over your red face instead.\n\n"Do not be bothered, your pants status has no real bearing on your aptitude as a product tester," the avatar replies with bland easiness. "In any event, Cyan, I am Blue MESA, and I have been chosen as your AppAssure Industries testing overseer. Together we will test products in development by ourselves and our affiliates, in an attempt to create a better and more consumer-crazed world than ever before."\n\nYou're starting to feel vaguely like you've decided to take a summer job serving Satan instead, but you're already in this deep. ... Besides, you actually really like her vtuber avatar and now you're sort of hoping to earn some money towards getting your own. "Alright then. Glad to be aboard, I guess."\n\n"Now, we do have quite a few products we could begin testing," Blue MESA says calmly, lifting a clipboard to look at it. Which is actually pretty neat, most of the Live2D vtuber models you've seen have basically decorative limbs that only move enough not to look totally corpse-like. "We have some products from the food and beverage division, some clothing goods that should be tested, an assortment of children's toys..." She pauses and lifts her head, glowing eyes sliding one way and then the other as if actually looking around your room. "A likely choice."\n\n"Oy," you say flatly.\n\n"And of course we have the 'sexual health and wellness' options," Blue MESA completes. \n\n"... um..." you murmur, going just a bit pink in the cheeks. "You, uh, you saw that I put that I'm sixteen on the form, right?"\n\nBlue MESA raises her eyes from the clipboard to you, manifesting a holographic eyebrow apparently just so she can arch it while nudging her glasses up on her nose. "I will not tell anyone if you don't."\n\n... Okay, fair enough. You weren't expecting an opportunity to get sex toys out of this, but hey. (On the other hand that does feel sort of creepy, with vague 'It's a trap!' overtones. Maybe you should pick one of the others to be safe.)\n\n<hr>\n[[Food & Beverage.|GGPT1x1]]\n\n[[Clothing.|GGPT]]\n\n[[Toys.|GGPT]]\n\n[[... Sexual "health and wellness".|GGPT]]

"Hey, I'm not a completely inactive nerd y'know, I actually get out and do stuff all the time. I'm totally up for actually taking training." You pause, then add, "Hey, if I want to join the Air Force after high school does this count towards that?"\n\n"If you help us in any way towards finding the Final Worldpath, I think that can be a given, yeah?" Carol says, looking expectantly at Loxley.\n\n"Well. As long as she doesn't wait more than a few days after getting out of high school. You know what those recruiters are like, once you turn nineteen you're just too elderly to-" Loxley trails off, then clears her throat. "Yes. I'll guarantee admission if you like."\n\nAs Loxley is showing you out, you almost have a face-to... -stomach? collision with someone. A big someone. A big, brown, slightly furry someone. Who kinda... doesn't seem to be wearing anything but some pants. ... With a really big bulge in the crotch. ... Which is kind of closer to your face than you're used to. You slowly raise your head to look up, and find what looks an awful lot like the head of a bull looking back at you from atop broad shoulders.\n\n"Greetings," the apparent minotaur rumbles. \n\n"... Heya," you reply, since you're not sure what the fuck else you'd do.\n\n"Cyan. This is Omeca. Omeca, Cyan LaChance, the young lady who has quite likely solved the statue puzzle we need for the next step on the search for the Final Worldpath."\n\n"Ah, you are the one who has made the heinous puzzle your bitch," Omeca rumbles in a mildly genial tone. "Most excellent greetings to you."\n\nYou turn a slightly blank look on Carol, who clears her throat. "Heeee learned most of Earth culture from watching nineties movies."\n\n"Oh, so he's like most people," you murmur, before looking back up at him. "Yeah, nice to meet you. ... Wow, that part of the game about some of the the evil aliens genetically engineering their soldiers to resemble animals associated with the deities they were impersonating was real too, huh?"\n\n"Indeed," Omeca replies. "I was once in the service of the Il'thid Hep, a most uncool dude whose primary occupation was breeding slaves for other Il'thid."\n\n"Major Danger is around here somewhere, I'm sure you'll meet him before we arrive on the surface," Loxley says as she gestures one way down the hall.\n\n"... Wait, your other teammember is seriously named 'Major Danger'?" you ask with a grin.\n\n"I guess it doesn't help much to mention that he used to be <i>Captain</i> Danger, does it?" Carol notes wryly.\n\nMajor Danger (giggle) actually turns out to be the one responsible for giving you your training, as well as turning out to be a tall, wiry, good-looking black guy who obviously has ambitions of leadership because he's shaved his head and grown a goatee. (It's a joke, y'see, about... ... nevermind.) He teaches you how to handle a pistol (yay live rounds!) and a rifle (boooo they're just giving you some sort of training rifle where the shots only stun). Lucas Danger is in fact the team's science nerd, by all accounts, so you are kind of amused that he's the one teaching you to take cover, shoot guns, read hand signs and remember operational procedures, but apparently Loxley is <strike>played by an actress who thinks she's too important to put in the time on set</strike> busy with officer-like duties and can't oversee it.\n\nSeveral days later you're looking down at your first alien world. Looks... ... a lot like Earth but with funny-shaped continents. Though you guess all continents are kind of funny-shaped if you think about it. "So what's the plan here?" you ask, turning back to the group. Oh, right, you've long since been given a a set of fatigues that actually fit you, and have really cool mission patches and your last name on them. It's pretty cool. "So what's the plan here, exactly?"\n\n"We'll be using the ship's teleportation feature to go down to the planet about five miles from the Worldpath," Loxley explains. "The teleporters and the energy from the Worldpaths don't always play nice, so we like to be safe. From there we'll make our way to the Worldpath and dial the planet with the temple. You remember both that address and this mission's safe site address, correct?"\n\n"Yeah, I've got 'em," you answer with a nod. "Uh, so, the Il'thid don't know we're gonna be here, right? Since you said the whole point was to avoid planets they know about and control?"\n\n"Do not worry, Cyan LaChance," Omeca assures you. "A contingent of free Brekka has arrived on this planet from a nearby world and will have already secured the Worldpath. You will be quite safe."\n\n"There will also be a small number of Flay'ya waiting for us on the planet," Carol adds, adjusting her glasses a bit. "They'll look... a little different, since they try not to corrupt their host bodies too much, but even if they're a bit scary, they're allies."\n\n"Still, they can be a bit... prickly... so best not to say too much to them and stick by one of us, hm?" Loxley chuckles as she leads the way to the transporter room. "In fact, do that anyway."\n\n"Just in case there <i>is</i> trouble," Danger speaks up. "Just hunker down and listen for orders, or failing that, look around for Omeca and try to get to him, he'll take care of you."\n\n"I will not allow any harm to befall you, Cyan LaChance," the big pseudo-minotaur assures you with a solemn bow of his head. You've actually really gotten to like him over the relatively short journey, and you got used to his appearance pretty quickly. ... His sheer size is still a little intimidating though.\n\n"Alright, let's go. Deploy," Loxley commands, flicking her fingers towards the airman working the controls.\n\nYou feel that same odd, slightly pleasurable sensation of tingling and flickering, before in a flash you're standing in the wilderness. Hey, and this time, you have pants on! You raise your rifle, which... looks like the same P90 that the two Air Force officers are wielding, just with the magazine on top replaced by a blue glowing gem-looking thing in the same shape. Carol's actually just equipped with the same sidearm you are, while Omeca is carrying a bigass rifle-staff-thingy with a retractable scythe blade built into one end.\n\n"Huh. Looks just like the woods outside Deviville, really," you note as you take a look around, rifle slightly raised. \n\n"Yes, you'd be surprised how often alien worlds look like forested regions of North America," Carol says as she adjusts her glasses again, before taking out a handkerchief and sneezing with a squeaky little 'chu!' "... and have compatible pollen allergens."\n\n"Alright, save some of those lampshades for the party when we find the Final Worldpath, for now let's head to the Path," Loxley commands, giving her hand a few 'move out' flicks.\n\n'Exploring alien worlds, not as exciting as I was led to believe,' you think in aggravation awhile later. The whole mystique and amazeballs factor of being on an alien world actually wore off really fast, especially since all you're doing is hiking through the woods. About the only thing cool or really alien about it is the three small moons out during the day, but you get used to that pretty quick too.\n\nAs you approach the edge of the forest, though, you're given reason to regret your grousing. Because just as WP-Zed is starting to emerge, there's a loud whine from overhead then a thump as hexagons slam into the ground at immense speed, sending up a huge shower of dirt and dust before there's a flash and they retract. They leave in their place a good dozen crocodile-like people, both men and women, wearing little more than loincloths and breastplates and carrying smaller, lighter versions of Omeca's weapon, which they're already firing towards you as they spread out.\n\n"Sobek guards!" Omeca roars, returning fire with loud <i>whoomp</i> noises as he falls back towards a tree. \n\nYou go scrambling for cover behind a fallen log, suddenly confronted with the fact that you're being shot at by aliens. The whine of their weapons and the chatter of returning automatic conventional weapons fire is almost deafening, but you think you can hear Loxley shouting something.\n\n<hr>\n[[Try your radio.|GGSG1x3]]\n\n[[Fall back to Omeca.|GGSG]]\n\n[[Run.|GGSG]]

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

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

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

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

Eh, a little posing doesn't seem like a big deal, since she has been pretty nice and all. Besides, she's right about one thing, she's already seen everything of you there is to see. You turn your side a bit towards her, one arm still across your chest, the other on your hip as you lift one leg up. "How's this?"\n\n"Very nice, dear, but I was thinking something a little more specific." Errana chuckles, leaning on the edge of the pool, big breasts almost resting on the concrete. "Here, face me, lean forward and put your hands on your hips, and give me a smile."\n\nYou look at her suspiciously for a moment, then shrug. If you were gonna do that pose facing <i>away</i> from her, it might be too much, but what the heck. You turn to face her and spread your legs some for balance, then lean forward until you can put your hands on your knees. It leaves your ass nice and high in the air, lifted at quite the attractive angle, and your B-cups jutting down below you, probably looking as big as they're likely to look in any pose you do. Guess she knew what she was doing, huh? Still, you lift your head and give her a smile, and what the hell, you throw a little sexy into the smile while you're at it.\n\n"Perfect!" Errana chirps happily, snapping her fingers.\n\nYou start to straighten up... or at least, that's what you intend to do. What you actually do is nothing, your body not so much as twitching in reaction to your attempt to move. "What the-" And again, that's what you mean to say, but your lips and tongue don't move, nothing but a faintly grunted noise coming from low in your throat. You watch as Errana wades out of the pool and up the steps, sauntering over to you with water streaming off her skin.\n\n"Yes, that really is excellent," she muses as she makes a slow circuit around you, while you begin to panic internally at your complete inability to move. "Now, as to material... I think something nice and smooth to keep the texture of that nice skin intact. Marble... and since you're named after a color of blue... Sodalite, I think, yes, that ought to be quite lovely," she coos, snapping her fingers twice in quick succession. The first time, a mirror appears in front of you, letting you see yourself in your bent-over pose, alluring smile frozen in place. The second starts a ripple of shades of blue that begins at the tips of your toes and starts moving back along your feet.\n\nYou can feel your toes, then feet, then ankles grow cold, terror gripping you as you watch them, and then your legs, beginning to turn to Sodalite Marble. Once the color reaches your knees, it begins spreading to your hands as well, the cold, heavy feeling it brings with it sliding up your arms, as if you were steadily sinking into cement or something. And still you can do nothing but make low, pleading noises in your throat, even as your hips are covered, your smooth pussylips turning smoother still as they become shaped and buffed blue marble. Even your noises of dismay are silenced as the stone moves from your shoulders up your neck, throat becoming made of solid stone. Your perky tits and your face are both engulfed at roughly the same time, the last of your pale skin transformed into dappled blue rock. You can still see, even though your eyes have become stone the same color as the rest of your apparently carved face, and watch Errana do another circle of you as she looks approvingly.\n\n"Quite gorgeous," she murmurs appreciatively, running a hand down your smooth stone back, her skin feeling amazingly hot on your cold surface. As she moves behind you, you watch in the mirror as her skin turns red, horns growing from the side of her head and a tail and wings appearing behind her. She runs black-taloned hands up and down along the smooth stone curves of your ass, sharp tips making a light *skrtch* noise as they dance lightly along the solid surface. Smiling wide enough to show sharp teeth, she steps closer, rubbing the length of the fat red cock she's grown along your stone thighs, before settling it at your entrance and pushing forward.\n\nDespite being made of marble now, your pussy spreads open around her cock, an intense feeling of pleasure radiating out from there through your solid stone body. Unlike a flesh and blood pussy, however, yours doesn't mold to the shape of her cock, simply spreading open, forming a smooth, uniform tunnel the width of the widest part of her dick as she slides fully inside. Errana coos and moans happily once she's slid all the way in, then starts working her hips lightly, fucking your marble cunt with her throbbing, hot prick, her hands sliding luxuriously over the smooth stone of your back and ass, even leaning forward until her tits pillow against your back so she can toy with your literally pebble-stiff nipples.\n\nYou feel yourself coming closer and closer to a climax, her pumping prick forcing you helplessly towards cumming... and then stopping just on the edge. You know you should be trembling as you hover right at the cusp of an orgasm, held right there, but unable to go over. Even as Errana grips your solid stone hips and picks up speed, and then finally lets loose with a torrent of hot cum that immediately floods and overflows the smooth marble tunnel of your cunt, you're still just right there. What's worse, even as she pulls out, cum pooled at the bottom of the tube that is your pussy, dribbling down over the blue stone of your delicately carved clit and smooth rock thighs, not only are you still being held there, but you still feel as if your pussy is stretched out, and you're <i>still</i> on the very edge of orgasm. It's like you're being constantly fucked to the point of climax but never getting there, and you can't do anything about it but look straight ahead with that set in stone sexy smile on your face.\n\n"The finest piece in my collection yet," Errana purrs, stroking her hands up and down your marble ass. "I look forward to enjoying the sight... and feel... of you for many thousands of years to come, my dear. And if I ever get bored of you... well, you'll make very pretty gravel for a firepit."\n\n<hr>\n[[Game Over.|GGDog7xEnd]]

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"I'm really, really sorry," you say, shamefaced as you turn back towards them. "Somehow I've misplaced the candy bowl. I really do have it, honest, just I need to find it, and..." You trail off, glancing around helplessly.\n\n"Aw, seriously?" the vampire groans.\n\n"I really am sorry. I mean, I'll go look for it, and if you come back later I'm sure I'll have found it by then, I promise!"\n\n"I dunno if we'll be able to come by again," the other boy says in a slightly grumpy tone. "So I guess we don't get anything."\n\nOh no! You can't bear to put a stain on what must be a kid's favorite holiday! You have to figure out something to do and fast! Quick, give them-\n\n<hr>\n[[-money.|HollyOct1x2]]\n\n[[-a flash of boob.|HollyOct]]

Thinking fast, you turn and hurry to the table nearby where you left your wallet, fishing out a pair of twenties and heading back to the door to drop one each into their candy bags. "I hope this makes up for it," you say with a smile. "Besides, candy will be on sale tomorrow, right? That will go a lot farther."\n\nBoth of them had wide eyes the moment they saw the twenties, it must be quite a lot for boys their age. They barely remember to call "Thank you!" before scrambling away. Oh dear, you hope they don't go crazy and do something like asking for a slushie made entirely out of syrup, and then go on a sugar bender that sets off a series of hilarious events. You close the door and frown, heading off in search for the candy bowl.\n\nYou find it in the kitchen, next to the bowl of pumpkin punch you were making for yourself. Sighing and feeling like an idiot, you carry the bowl back to its proper place beside the door, checking over your shoulder several times as you head back to the kitchen to make sure that it's really there. Then you continue following the instructions in the little kit the punch came in. You're getting close to finished when there's another ring of the doorbell. Hurrying back to the front door, you open it to a slightly more pronounced "Trick or treat!"\n\nIt's another duo, this time girls about fourteen years old or so, you'd wager. One, a girl with black hair and blue eyes, is dressed rather daringly for her age, or at least you'd think so, wearing what's basically a furry black bikini (albeit a fairly modestly-cut one) with a tail coming from the back of the bottoms, furry black stockings, furry shoulder-high gloves with pink pawpads on the undersides of the hands, and a kitty ears headband. The other, a green-eyed blonde, is wearing...\n\n... actually you're fairly certain it's the exact same witch outfit you're wearing. Just, you know, sized appropriately for her, so that it doesn't look nearly as sexy. Still, it shows off a trim, tight teenage body like one you haven't had in awhile. For just a moment an almost instinctive flare of jealousy hits you, you're not even sure where it comes from except maybe the lizard part of your brain being offended by the presence of a younger version of yourself.\n\n<hr>\n[[Be snippy.|HollyOct7x1]]\n\n[[Be nice.|HollyOct1x3]]

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

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

*<b>Main:</b> Cyan can continue the branch of [[obtaining a car from her uncle|GGUncle1x4]].\n*<b>Main:</b> Jamie can continue the [[special services|QOPoke5x1]] from Nurse Joi.\n-Update 2-\n*<b>Main:</b> Holly can decide to [[visit family|HollyNovember]] for Thanksgiving.\n*<b>Main:</b> Maya can discover Jamie's had a [[different reaction|QOBook21x5]] to her post-potion self.\n*<b>Main:</b> Amanda can buy the [[Space Explorer playkit|SweetBro1x2]] for her brother.\n-Update 3-\n*<b>Main:</b> There's a [[new class|GGMageStart]] in the 'Complete Mage' book Cyan can look at in the library.\n*<b>Main:</b> Jamie can [[sneak peeks at Ms. Lorne|QOSchool1x2]] after staying to help her clean up.\n*<b>Main:</b> Jamie can answer in the [[affirmative|QOSis1x7]] to his mother's suggestion for a family activity after Knight of Glory.

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

Yeaaaah everything about these two screams "psycho". Maybe that's what it takes to survive in a world gone mad from a zombie apocalypse, but doesn't mean you have to deal with it on day one. Better to take the risk of going around.\n\nWhich turns out not to be too much of a risk at all. Since they've set up barriers along the other roads to block them off as completely as possible to zombies, it mostly requires just ducking the occasional stray and clambering over various of said barricades. Which does mean that you're scratched up and tired by the time you actually spot what must be the safe zone, but you get there without further incident.\n\nIt looks like whoever set up this safe zone deliberately picked out one of the most built-up, urbanized areas of Deviville to do so... a place where the buildings were large and close together, so that all they had to do was build barriers between them and block up windows and doors to form a wall the envy of any keep or castle in history. In fact you're kind of shocked by just how professional it looks... it's not made of a bunch of trash hastily hammered together, it's solid concrete, and a lot of it even looks like it's been painted.\n\nThe big sign reading, simply, 'Deviville Safe Zone' looks shockingly polished too, like something from, well, when things were normal; it's even lit up like a regular store sign. It's perched above a pair of large, solid-looking gates, easily more than tall and wide enough to let that truck you saw before through. Though as you approach, what you actually notice are the barrels of rifles poking out of windows on the upper floors.\n\n"Hey! Don't shoot!" you call, putting up your hands. "I'm not infected or anything!"\n\nThere's a long pause, then a male voice says over a speaker, "<i>Stand in the green zone.</i>"\n\nYou glance around, and quickly spot what he means... a largeish square on the ground in that same luminescent paint that the cloudlight makes glow. It's in front of one of the buildings that flank the gates, so after you've moved to stand inside the square, you look up at it. After another few seconds a metal shutter on a third floor window slides aside, and a guy wearing what looks like SWAT armor leans out.\n\n"How may we help you today?" he says blandly, with an undertone that renders it into 'The fuck you want?'\n\n"Uh... in?" you reply, unable to keep the 'Duh' out of your own voice as you raise your eyebrows.\n\n"Sorry, currently we are not allowing anyone in who hasn't bought a residency pass," he replies, with the implication of 'So fuck off'.\n\n"The f-" You start, before squashing it. Frowning, you put your hands on your hips, fighting down a blush as the feel of bare skin under your hands reminds you of your state of dress. "So how am I supposed to get a residency pass if you won't let me in?"\n\n"Buy one. It's eight ounces of Glow for entry plus your first two months," he replies. "After that it's six ounces a month."\n\n"I... ounces? Of what?"\n\nAt that he finally drops the vague pretense of a customer service voice and lets out a snort that you can hear from the ground. "You just wake up from napping for a couple of years or something? Glow. It's what we use for currency. Shit, do you really not know? It's that stuff that drops from the dicks and tits of the mutie-zees."\n\n"... That stuff's currency?"\n\n"Where the hell you been? Anyway, look..." He withdraws briefly, then returns and tosses something down that clatters to land at your feet. It's a plastic container with a metal lid with a small, currently unlit LED readout on top, the whole thing about the size of one of those miniature cans of soda. "Fill that up and you can come back and get residency. No matter how naked you are," he adds with a meanspirited snicker.\n\nYou flush angrily again, squatting down (as modestly as you can) to pick up the cannister. So you were right, people were actually harvesting that glowing stuff from the zombies, apparently it's the money they use in the safe zone? You've already got some... but you're not sure how much. Plus that stuff was supposed to be part of the samples to take back to Doctor Bun.\n\nAs you're waffling over what to do, the guard calls, "Of course I guess you <i>could</i> beg and plead with us to let you in to see Bossman. Maybe if he thinks you're worth his time he'll let you in right now and sponsor you to live here, no charge up front. 'Course, he'd prolly wanna put you to work right away, 'steada you getting ta pick what you do with yourself, heheh."\n\n<hr>\n[[Go get some Glow.|GGZA]]\n\n[[Try to get in with what you've already got.|GGZA]]\n\n[[Ask to see "Bossman".|GGZA]]

You do sort of have a commitment to the other people you do these activities with during the school year, it's not quite fair to only think of yourself. Besides, you enjoy it or you wouldn't have decided to get involved with it in the first place!\n\nEr, what was "it", again?\n\n<hr>\n[[Cheerleading.|SKCheerStart]]\n\n[[Volleyball.|SKVBStart]]\n\n[[Track.|SKTrackStart]]

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

Frowning a little, you lean over the phone, typing back 'You first.'\n\n'No way' comes the almost immediate response.\n\nFeeling a bit of fire in your gut, you spend a few seconds struggling for words, trying to get a handle on this newfound 'sincerity' thing. Then you send back 'Trust is a two way street. Send me one like I sent you and then I'll send you a full body. But then you have to do the same. That way we've both got the same leverage and we're both proving we're serious.'\n\nThe wait for a reply is much longer this time, and you nervously move from your desk to sit on your bed, fidgeting as you stare at the screen. Finally it buzzes, and your heart almost stops at the sight on it. It looks like Lilith has taken more steps to hide her identity than you... she's wearing a black surgical mask over her lower face and has kept most of her hair out of the shot, but there's still enough there to have a pretty good idea that it's her. Her shirt is pulled up and held at her collarbone with one hand, and... wow. Her tits are smaller than yours, probably right at a B-cup, and her nipples are so pink, standing out against the pale white of her skin. They look amazingly perfect and before you know it you're fantasizing about sucking one.\n\nOkay, so turns out you're incredibly gay. Alright.\n\n'your turn' comes the next text from her.\n\nTaking a deep breath, you get up and pull off your shirt, then undo your skirt and let it drop before peeling out of your panties. You leave on your blue thigh-highs because frankly you think you look amazing in them. Snagging your phone, you walk naked across your room to stand in front of the three-way mirror installed in one corner. You do look good, you have to admit... perfect C-cups, trim body, full-body light tan (thanks to the expensive and very artful type of booths). Unable to help striking a bit of a pose, you put a hand behind your head and turn a bit to one side, shifting your shoulders to make your tits more prominent. Resisting the urge to find some other way to cover your face, you bring the phone into position and snap the photo, hurriedly attaching and sending it before you lose your nerve (but still taking the time to make sure you're only sending it to Lilith).\n\nThe response comes quickly again. 'holy shit you actually did it' \n\nSmirking a little and feeling emboldened, you take a moment to lock your door before heading over to the bed and flopping down on it, not bothering to put anything back on. 'Your turn.'\n\nThere's a lapse of a few minutes before the response comes. The mirror selfie is obviously in a bathroom mirror, since the counter just almost blocks the view of Lilith's pussy. She's sleek and pale all over, you find, just the right amount of curve to be somehow... elegant is the word that comes to mind. She's got her hand on the side of her neck, probably having had to resist the urge to cover her face as well... a face that's adorably pink. Holy shit, she's blushing, despite having her demonic red contacts in and everything, that's so cute!\n\n'So? What do you think?' comes a followup text from her.\n\n<hr>\n[[Send 'Now do you trust me?'|MeanLove]]\n\n[[Send 'You're really hot.'|MeanLove]]

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

"I'm not... I'm not planning anything, seriously," you assert, biting your lower lip for a moment before leaning towards her a bit. "Look, give me a chance to prove it! I'll show you that I'm not trying to trick you, honest."\n\n"And how're you going to do that?" Some curiosity seems to be creeping in around the edges of her disbelief now, her head tilting slightly to the side.\n\n"I, um... I don't know yet," you allow, grinning sheepishly. (Holy fuck what is happening to you?!) You wince a little as her eyes roll and she starts to turn away, and reach a hand out slightly. "Look, I'll figure something out, alright? Um... just trade me your cellphone number." You pull out your phone with its thoroughly (and expensively) bedazzled case. At her wary look, you sigh and finally give her an annoyed look of your own. "Oh, c'mon, what's the worst I could do with it, write it on the bathroom wall? Just give me a chance, okay?"\n\nWhether it's the logic of your argument or the bit of frustration, she apparently agrees, pulling out her own purple and red phone and tapping a few buttons. You try not to grin too much as the new contact shows up on your screen. "'Lilith', huh? Did you pick that out or-"\n\n"No, my parents have an unhealthy love of old sitcoms," she replies blandly as she glances at her phone's screen before putting it away. "So, Layla, what's the deal? How're you going to prove your sincerity with my cellphone number?"\n\n"I'll think of something," you reply confidently, feeling back on steady footing now that something's gone your way. Actually you feel positively giddy for some reason you can't quite identify, resisting the urge to do a little dance as you put your own phone away. \n\n"Ooo-kaaaay," she replies dubiously, turning and walking off.\n\nYou return to the cafeteria, offering a breezy explanation for your sudden absence to the rest of the girls, and going back on autopilot as you instead think about the encounter. Lilith... she's so sassy, and seems tough, she's so not afraid of anything, normally it makes you annoyed when people aren't afraid of you but with her it's somehow a relief! \n\nAs the day wears on, however, you realize you still have to figure out some way to earn her trust. Your giddy feeling turns into a mild but steadily growing anxiety as you turn thoughts over in your head. Honestly all the ways you know of gaining someone's trust are deliberately shallow, designed to both protect yourself and lure the other person in. You don't think that would work on Lilith... and you kind of feel like you wouldn't want it to anyway. No, you actually need to do something...\n\n... you need to do something that would actually impact you. That might put you at risk. You actually find that a little scary, and a sense of very real fear comes over you as you sit in your room after dinner. So much of what you've done getting where you are has been about protecting yourself... you took to it naturally enough, but on some level you always felt that there were predators and prey in the high school jungle, and that if you weren't one you'd be the other. And now you're in a position where to get something that you want... Lilith's trust, for whatever reason... you're going to have to lift your head and bare your neck.\n\nYou actually jerk a little when your phone vibrates in your hand and gives a chime, prompting you to look at it. It's a text from Lilith. You open the text app and look, the icon that came with her contact a surprisingly cute little cartoon bat. \n\n'So what's up? You still want to prove your sincerity?'\n\nWell, here goes. Seems she's calling you on the carpet about your claims. You have to make a choice now, pick something... or call it a wash.\n\n<hr>\n[[Tell her an embarrassing story about yourself.|MeanLove]]\n\n[[Send her a naughty selfie.|MeanLove1x7]]\n\n[[Send her some money.|MeanLove]]\n\n[[Delete the text.|MeanLove]]

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

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

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

It's not like you've never seen a goth before. The school has a decent contingent of them, and they operate on a sort of unspoken truce with your crowd... mild derision and insults are flung from both ends but no all-out bullying of large numbers of them. You're pretty sure that in a full out "war" between preps and goths the preps could win handily... but there would be fallout, some of the little black-clad fuckers are pretty devious and have nothing to lose (socially). \n\nBut there's something about this one. Maybe it's that her look is both understated and striking... she hasn't gone full-out with piercings, overdone clothes, and so on (in other words, she doesn't look like a Hot Topic jacked off all over her), and yet what she's done is somehow so striking that she almost radiates an aura of darkness and... thrill. Looking at her makes you feel like when you were little and it was Halloween, or when you'd get to watch a full-fledged horror movie. You actually find your heart racing a little and your mouth going a bit dry, your tongue flicking half-unconsciously over your lips. \n\n"I'm... going to go gather some information," you announce, standing up from the table with your hands braced on it, until you're certain your palms aren't going to be all sweaty.\n\n"What?" One of your girls, Darla, blinks at you. "It's just some emo chick, Layla, why would you need info on her?"\n\n"You never know, she might be from a rich family or something," you say with a shrug to justify it. "If she's got sisters or brothers that aren't trying to upset mommy and daddy, it'd be bad to give her Hell, right?"\n\n"Good point," one of the others allows with a nod. Picking and choosing targets is something to be careful about, after all... there's still the infamous story about the year a Senior girl picked an ubernerd transfer student as her new favorite bullying target, only for the kid to turn out to be the new Chief of Police's beloved stepchild. The rumors of what happened afterwards are many and varied, ranging from her dad getting arrested for embezzlement to her getting picked up for underage drinking and tossed naked in the canine division kennels for a night, but what's for certain is that she wound up going to a college far, far away and never coming back. \n\nYou make your way across the cafeteria, wondering why the hell you feel so warm and nervous. You've never really felt like this about... anyone. But your eyes are locked onto her like laser sights, picking out the loose, thin long-sleeved black shirt, the dark metallic blue fingernails, the long, straight, jet black hair, the black jeans with a few light tears in them. You arrive at the table and look down at skin so white that it almost glows even in the vitality-leeching fluorescent bulbs of the cafeteria, and after a moment she looks up and blinks. Red contacts... but they're very, very good ones, and the sight of those red eyes sends a strange shiver through you.\n\n"... Can I help you?" she asks in a wary tone, those red eyes flitting up and down.\n\n<hr>\n[["Hi."|MeanLove]]\n\n[["Little early for Halloween."|MeanLove1x3]]

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

"I think I'd like to be there, Commander," you reply after thinking it over. "And help directly however I can. I mean, if that's not too presumptuous."\n\n"About the right level of presumptuous for an aspiring diplomat," Calama says with a smile you'd almost call 'fond'. "Alright, Ensign, we'll see you tomorrow."\n\nYou still think the idea of you as a diplomat is pretty crazy, but you can't deny that you're starting to get into the work, and the idea of taking part in actual peace negotiations to end a generations-long interstellar war is pretty badass even if it's not something more action-oriented. Although admittedly, considering that you mostly watch action films and shows, you've never seen a peace negotiation that really went to plan, but this is real life! \n\n... Though sometimes it's easy to forget with how somewhat cartoonish reality apparently is out here, you muse a bit later that week as you glance at the pictures of the Zebrok and Leonoid captains that have been put up on the large workboard that Calama has set up in her office, Captain Lelos every bit the 'funny animal' version of a lion as Captain Ztryp is a zebra.\n\n"Well at least so far our rotations for shore leave have pleased both sides, outside the token grumbling from both about <i>their</i> side having any restrictions ever, which is just as much griping about the other side having any privileges ever," Drayk says dryly as she stands up and stretches, actually briefly gaining about two inches of height. Her spine must be a bit of a slinky (though at least you're pretty sure she actually has one, unlike the Commander).\n\nSaid Commander sitting back in her chair and giving an 'mmm', picking up a slightly high-tech bottle of eyedrops from the desk and passing it to one of her head tentacles, and using that to dole out a few drops into each black eye, which begin glistening with their usual sheen again. "And things haven't bogged down quite as badly as I thought they might. Despite the high level of acrimony between the parties, they do both genuinely want a cease to the hostilities, so they haven't been throwing out nearly as many excuses not to actually get to the table as they might."\n\n"It only took us five hours to decide on the table's shape and size, too," you point out wryly.\n\nCalama chuckles, then mms. "I only wish they weren't both so close-lipped about the actual source and cause of the hostilities. They've staunchly refused to share any background... if there's anything both sides can agree on completely, it's that they'll only speak about the conflict at the actual negotiation table. We're effectively going in blind about what we're trying to settle here."\n\n"Unfortunately, there's a history of such situations, and it usually means that both parties have done things they don't particularly want to admit to in order to keep the third party's sympathies," Drayk notes rather flatly, having settled back into her chair where it's been moved at an angle to Calama's own desk. You have no idea why she likes working on the corner, but she apparently does.\n\n"So they're waiting to see if the other party will actually bring it up at the negotiations," you muse. "And probably planning to throw something just as shocking back in their face if they do."\n\n"Exactly," Calama says with a long exhale (which, you notice, isn't immediately followed by an inhale... she only seems to draw in oxygen when she needs it for huffs, sighs, or other emoting). "Which means the first few days of the negotiation will be a bit of a... what are those rides with the rails?"\n\n"Roller coaster," Drayk mutters distractedly from where she's bent over a tablet (in a way that would make even your teenage back ache a bit).\n\n"Yes, a roller coaster ride. And, if we get that far, the last few days too." Calama mms, looking the mess of pads, datasticks, and even some actual printouts scattered over her desk. "Still, I think we should have this ready by the end of the week. We'll begin negotiations on Monday... even if they don't usually share our work week cycle, they'll likely appreciate it eventually." Calama shifts her gaze to you and smiles. "Ensign, why don't you take the weekend off?"\n\n"Ah... you're sure, Commander?" you force yourself to say, despite your immediate eagerness. You haven't had a day off since you arrived, after all, let alone two.\n\n"Certainly. These look to be long and trying negotiations ahead of us, best to destress and get yourself capable of keeping up a positive mindset for the week ahead."\n\nAnd so it is that when Saturday rolls around, you... well, you sleep through most of it, honestly. Lord, you haven't been doing much but sitting in an office and running errands (and occasionally hitting the treadmill so that your ass doesn't move from "full and round" to "testing the extent of Space Ranger bodysuit stretchiness"), but it did tire you right the fuck out. It's late afternoon before you even get up and blearily shower, eat, and get coherent enough to ponder actually doing something.\n\n'I still have tomorrow,' you muse, contemplating the hideous but perhaps necessary possibility of setting yourself an alarm on a day off. But, you remind yourself, you also have the rest of today. And just because you haven't worn civilian clothing in just over a year, you head over to your dresser and finally open up the gift package from the retail association.\n\nWhoever put together the outfit definitely seems to have thought it necessary to make it in Space Ranger colors, since it's the good ol' red, white, and blue for the most part. There's a white high-collared sleeveless top that ends just above your bellybutton and has an actual zipper up the front, a blue skirt, and shoulder-height red gloves and red thigh-highs. You go ahead and try it all on and... fits just about perfectly, really. Huh. Yeaaaah the top still boobsocks your tits, but oh well, you've sort of made your peace with that at this point. The skirt's fairly short, and the top is, as mentioned, form-fitting. The included underwear is fairly modest by comparison.\n\nIt's a pair of very short shorts, in a very pale cream color. You eye them for a moment, then shrug and pull them up, hauling them over said full and round ass. Yup, a further perfect fit. (Which you're hoping means said ass has not, in fact, expanded further due to your inactivity.) You whirl back and forth in front of the mirror to test, since they seem to be 'modesty shorts' sort of a garment (though since you're not wearing anything under them you guess they just count as your panties). Instantly you see where the provocative nature comes in... yes, they completely cover your ass and crotch comfortably. Also yes, under the shadows of your skirt they blend in with your skin tone well enough that from much of a distance it would, in fact, look like you're not wearing any underwear at all.\n\nYou're just talking yourself into going out in this outfit anyway when your comm panel chirps. You walk over and sit down and pull up the message, seeing that it's from a new contact... 'Zip'. You raise your eyebrows in surprise... that's the name of the casino's owner, the one Drayk warned you about. But since the message is there, you go ahead and read it.\n\n'Hello, Cyan! Forgive my messaging you out of the blue, but one of your friends mentioned to me that you'll be taking part in the upcoming peace negotiations. I have some insider information about the Zebroks I think you'll find very important... along with a proposition that could assist in those talks, as well as being very beneficial to you personally. Come by and see me, and I'll host you as my personal guest at Zoomies! Would love to see you here!'\n\nYou're still processing just reading that when another new contact message pops up, causing another eyebrow raise. This one's from Miss Sheen, the owner of the "relaxation spa" Third Heaven. (Which, like most of the ensigns on the station, you suspect of being more of a <i>massage parlor</i> as it were, but have had neither the opportunity nor the bravery to go in to confirm for yourself.) \n\n'A very pleasant greeting to you, Dearest LaChance. I do apologize for my unprompted message, but I assure you that this is no advertisement or frivolous whim. I have come into possession of certain knowledge involving the Leonoid people and the roots of their conflict which I feel would be inappropriate to share directly with Commander Calama. But I understand that you will be involved in the negotiations, and so I might pass it along to you in a private circumstance to avoid such an impropriety. I hope that a full course of treatment at the spa including health bath, massage, external health and aesthetic treatment, and hair care session will be adequate recompense for my troubling you.'\n\n... Well. Damn. You, uh, you were thinking about getting a haircut, sure, but wow. You do know that Third Heaven never closes, so it's not like you have to worry about getting there too late for the full treatment. Er, though that sounds like it could be more the full court press. From either of them, you think as you glance at the sidebar of the comm station, seeing Zip's icon just above Miss Sheen's. \n\nMm. It, ah, well, the Commander <i>was</i> just complaining about how little she knew about the situation with the Zebroks and Leonoids. If you could bring back info... though you're betting you could only get it from one. Everyone who's been on the station a week knows that Zip and Miss Sheen are bitter, even hateful rivals who spy on each other constantly. You can bet that within a minute of walking into either place, the invitation to be hosted at the other (and receive the other information, and whatever quid pro quo offer it's attached to) will be revoked. ... It's not at all that you want to get spoiled on your day off. ......... Or that you're kind of curious what these two infamous entrepeneurs might want to offer you...\n\n<hr>\n[[Go to Zoomies.|GGSR]]\n\n[[Go to Third Heaven.|GGSR]]\n\n[[Just go out on the tow-... outer ring.|GGSR]]\n\n[[Fuck it, stay in.|GGSR]]

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

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

"... Go ahead and upload it!" you call, deciding to call their bluff. "Y-you'll be the ones who get in trouble! Plus no one I know would probably ever see it anyway!"\n\n"Oh, you think so?" the woman says with a smirk, pointing aside at the man as his phone beeps. "'Cause my beau here is a top-notch hacker, and not only does he have his identity masked, his phone has this neat 'radar' function that can ping the phones of everyone around with uploads he's just made. Everyone at this hotel just got a link to your video."\n\nYour face goes pale, and without another thought you turn and bolt for your room, hearing scornful laughter from behind you all the way. You throw open the door and lurch inside, slamming it closed and lean back against it... then quail at the sight of Cassie sitting on the side of her bed, staring at her phone as the sound of a dog panting and your own voice moaning like a slut comes up from it. She looks up at you, her jaw dropping even further at your nudity and the cum dribbling down your thighs.\n\n"Amanda... what the hell?!"\n\nOh no.\n\n<hr>\n[[Game over.|CheerMotel2xEnd]]

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

"I guess let's do... public sex," you say with a sigh.\n\n"Ah, that's a good one, it'll make things <i>much</i> faster once we get to the next stage," Xira asserts, nodding eagerly. "If you can just do a guy anywhere, it saves a lot of time! We can really get our numbers up!" she adds, giving you a double thumbs-up.\n\n"Yaaaay," you reply flatly, returning the gesture less than enthusiastically.\n\n"So, we're gonna start off nice and simple, you're just gonna go up to a guy, and you're gonna blow him right where he is!" Xira chirps.\n\n"W-wha?!" you yelp. "Right wherever he's standing?!"\n\n"Yup! Oh, fine, pick a guy that's at least a little out of the way to start with," she says with a sigh. "I guess we'll work up to that too."\n\n"... Fine," you mutter, wandering off.\n\nYour better sense does keep you from wandering too far off from public areas, even with what Xira said about your durability and Arolan men being conditioned not to attack women. After all, she did also say everyone has a breaking point, and a lot of these guys are probably kind of... backed up. Speaking of which, you spot one that looks like he might be one of those hunter or adventurer sorts leaning against a wall. He doesn't look mean or anything, though he does look grumpy, and he's kind of handsome... black hair, bit of beard scruff, kind of up-and-coming action movie actor type look. You take a look around... not a lot of people nearby, but close enough that if you shouted or something... well, again, it's probably safe. Swallowing hard, you firm up your shoulders and walk up to him.\n\n"Now, remember," Xira whispers in your ear as she flutters along behind you. "The point is to be direct. Don't dilly-dally, or beat around the bush, or let yourself get all psyched out."\n\nAs you approach, the man blinks, straightening up a bit off the wall as he looks at you. "Hey, are you a-"\n\n"HI WANT A BLOWJOB?!" you blurt out, quite a bit more loudly than you'd really intended.\n\n"... Slightly more direct than I would have done but hey whatever works," Xira muses aloud.\n\n"I... I mean yes, please, it's been forever, it feels like," he says eagerly, reaching down to unlace the front of his pants and pull the fly open, his cock immediately springing free.\n\n'Nice,' your brain asserts before you can really stop it, your ears warming. But he is rather big and thick... you wonder if there's some sort of thing in this world where people who get stronger also get more sexually potent. You realize you're staring when Xira gives you a light shove on the back of the head with both hands, making you remember what you're actually here to do. Fighting down your blush, you sink to your knees on the cobblestones under the warm morning sunshine, and obey one of the first lessons Xira gave you, wrapping one hand around his shaft and cupping his balls with the other as you start to stroke. You try to be a little quicker about leaning in and sliding your mouth over the head this time, but do make sure to look up at him and start making noises like you're enjoying yourself.\n\n"Ahhhh! Ohhhh, wow, that's so good, especially with how fresh-faced and kinda innocent-seeming you are... oh fuck you're <i>blushing</i>," the man groans as your tongue rolls over his cockhead, which of course just makes you blush more. "Th-that's so fucking sexy!"\n\n"Heheheh, an innocent-acting succubus is quite the turnon for men, who knew?" Xira muses smugly as she settles down nearby, leaning against the wall and starting to finger herself as she watches you.\n\n"Mmmf... mmn, mm," you moan softly back, working your head downward gradually. You suppose it's probably a sign of your development as a succubus that despite his size, it's fairly easy to take him into your throat... 'Mmm, this feels good,' that part of your brain from earlier muses, without you bothering to fight it down this time. 'Ah, the nice breeze on our wet pussy, the fluffy clouds above, a man's dick throbbing in our throat...' "Mmmn... mmf..."\n\nYou watch as his face goes through all those pleasured expressions, and as he throbs between your lips and moans out how good you're making him feel, you find yourself gradually dropping your hand away from stroking his shaft to tuck between your legs instead. The realization that with how short your skirt is and the way you're positioned, anyone who might come along would easily be able to see two of your fingers working into your wet pussy is both humiliating and exciting. You realize you're really starting to enjoy the sense of power this is giving you... being able to give men pleasure, wherever you want, whenever you want, and have people look on with awe and jealousy... 'Ah, I wish more people were watching right now,' you think even as he spills his load into your mouth, with you swallowing every bit down eagerly this time.\n\nYou come back to yourself as he steps back, tucking his still half-hard cock away, blushing in embarrassment again at the sense of disappointment you feel at him apparently being done already. "Ahhh, that was amazing, thank you. I feel like I can concentrate on my work again!" he adds, waving as he walks off.\n\n"Um... glad to help!" you reply embarrassedly as you get up.\n\n"Ready for the next?" Xira chirps, grinning.\n\n"... I guess," you murmur, squirming in embarrassment.\n\nAll the same, despite your blush, the next man you choose (not quite as handsome but it turns out just as well-endowed) is in a slightly more populated area, with at least four others looking on with a mixture of desire and envy as you approach and ask if he'd like a blowjob. This time you decide to try squatting down instead of kneeling... it's definitely a much more shameless position, you admit, but it also allows you much better access to your own pussy as you use your other hand to stroke him while sucking his cockhead. Soon you've shifted the stroking hand to his balls as you bob your head up and down the length of his shaft, sucking him more enthusiastically, practically feeling the eyes of the others on you as they shamelessly stroke themselves right in public. You don't even have to remember to try and make sexy noises around his cock this time, they're coming out of you all on their own as you finger yourself and deepthroat him.\n\nAnd, of course, you suck off the other four one by one too. It just doesn't seem like it would be fair to do otherwise.\n\nThat night after you've returned to the inn and gone to bed, you lay awake staring at the ceiling, thinking of all the lewd, wicked things you've been doing lately. And then, without really thinking about it or questioning what you're doing, you rise from the mattress and pad naked out of your room, shamelessly walking down the hall with your bare tits and ass jiggling. You push open the door of one of the other rooms, somehow just knowing that there's a man with heavy, full balls behind it. He sits up a bit in bed in surprise, but you just walk right over, not bothering to ask as you pull open his pants and slide your mouth over his cock and down all the way until your lips touch the root, sucking him off with your bare ass and pussy pointed directly, almost invitingly, at the open door.\n\nThe next morning, your little nighttime escapade feels almost like a dream you're a little ashamed of. Nevertheless, Xira chirps, "Okay, moving on! Today, it's actual fucking in public!"\n\n"Somehow I figured it would be," you say with a sigh. "So... just like yesterday, basically?"\n\n"Yup! Just go up to them, nice and direct, say you want to fuck, and get it on right there! Super simple!"\n\nYou're still feeling rather embarrassed, having had... most of... a night to 'reset' from getting turned on the other day, but you still don't bother to go looking for someone particularly remote today. Instead you almost bump into someone, a boy who looks a few years older than you and like he's probably a merchant's helper on an errand.\n\n"Oh! I'm sorry, pardon," he says, then blinks. "A succubus?!"\n\n"... Yeah," you murmur, blushing. "... Um... wanna have sex?"\n\n"I... I really need to be getting a missive to someone quickly," he hedges, even as the front of his pants bulges visibly in his preferred answer.\n\n"It's, um... it's okay, we can be quick," you assert, stepping to a nearby wall and bending forward to put your hands on it, your skirt sliding up to bare your ass and pussy to him.\n\nThere's no immediate vocal reply... but a second later you can feel one of his hands on your hip and his cock pushing into you, both of you moaning at the sensation as he sinks inside. He grips your waist and starts fucking you hard and fast, apparently feeling he's been encouraged to... and you certainly can't deny that you're enjoying it, cumming for the first time only a few strokes in, your lewd vocalizations wandering up and down the street as your tits jiggle in your top and your pussy drips onto the cobblestones. True to your encouragement, he only takes a few minutes before he moans and pumps his load into you, a shudder running through him. Then he quickly blurts out a 'thank you', already hurrying off even as he tucks his cock away. \n\n"Heheheh, that was cute. And hey, if we can start getting through these nice and quick like this, you'll definitely be powered up in no time!" Xira chirps.\n\n"Y-yeah," you murmur, straightening up, your face red as you push the front of your skirt down to cover your creampied pussy.\n\nNot that there's much point to covering it, since not too long after you're bent over a stone bench and moaning as another man you just met has his way with you. And that's the way the rest of the day goes... most of the time you bend over against the nearest wall, or a nearby flat surface, or even just bend over and grab your own ankles to let men have their way with you. It's not all bending over... at least once you find a man having lunch at a nice little outdoor cafe (that you'll have to remember where it is for later) and swing astride his lap then and there, bouncing atop him right there in front of the small handful of other diners as he sucks and plays with your tits.\n\nThat night, you once again rise from your sleepless bed and wander to one of the other rooms. Yet again you don't bother to either close the door or ask as you pull open the pants of the stranger inside and swing atop him, sliding your pussy down atop his stiff prick and starting to ride him, your hands roaming up and down his bare chest as you moan and coo like an eager little slut. Once you've milked three loads out of him with your cunt, you return to your own room, never having said a single word to him.\n\n"Well, I think we're pretty good on public displays now," Xira comments cheerfully as you settle back into bed, your face red as what you just did really sinks in.\n\n<hr>\n[[Finish the lesson.|SweetSucc2-StageOneRepeat]]\n<<set $SSpubsex1 to "true">>\n<<set $succscore = $succscore + 1>>

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Mmm, just look at her, Mandy, isn't she beautiful?"\n\n"Yup, sure Boss, gorgeous," the expressionless assistant replied as she mopped up a bit around one of the hoses.\n\nTandy sighed dreamily as she took in the sight of the candy-snatcher now safely tucked away in a special rig. Its arms and legs were sheathed in metal restraints and held spread, with large dildos (one modeled after a horse, the other after a bull) pumping in and out of its pussy and ass constantly, pistoning endlessly into the holes of the life support system for the massive globes below. Its lower face was covered by a mask that constantly fed her a mixture of various materials insuring that its milk would come out with the proper sweetness and consistency, though as a side effect it had developed quite the round, fat ass which jiggled merrily and constantly with the animal dildo pumping between the still perfectly round and smooth buttocks. Its tits and udder just barely brushed the floor below it, despite each breast being the size of a small car and the udder being closer to the size of an SUV, heavy and stretched constantly with an endless supply of milk. Milking caps sheathed the eighteen inch nipples and two-foot-plus teats, constantly sucking out a thickened, sweetened gush of fluid that flowed through tubes over to a nearby machine which pumped, buzzed, and hissed. From its maw and along the conveyer belt issued an endless supply of 'naked' malted balls, tumbling along the jittering belt down to where they'd pass beneath a chocolate drizzle, twice, and then a drying vent before being tumbled into a large vent, which was rapidly becoming full and ready to be shuttled over to rest with the others filling a corner of the room.\n\n"Not only the sheer size of those pretty pretty tits, and that lovely bovine monoboob, but the very... concept of it all," Tandy mused aloud, reaching out a hand as if she could grasp her own wonder at the sight before her. "It doesn't think, it doesn't want, it doesn't need. All it does is cum and give milk, constantly, forever, doing nothing but providing the necessary ingredient to make the most wonderful, perfect thing of all..." She sauntered over to the bin and plucked up one of the little round balls, bringing it to her lips and kissing it affectionately. "Candy."\n\n"Mhm," Mandy acknowledged absently as she took a rag out of her pocket and wiped a smudge off one of the nipple-sheathes. \n\n"... I've decided!" Mandy declared, thrusting a hand in the air. "It's come to me, as clear as the sunrise on a cloudless morning! A new formula to bathe these fresh new MILK Duds in! And then we're shipping them out to as many houses as we can, free of charge!"\n\nMandy leaned against her mop and rested her chin against the butt of the handle. "What about the men who eat them? Or the people that don't like candy? Or at least don't like Milk Duds?"\n\nTandy shuddered delicately, pointing dramatically at her assistant. "I've asked you before not to remind me that <i>those</i> exist! But pish posh, I've thought of everything," Tandy assured her, waving a hand. "That's what the new formula is for. Any man who's affected will be instantly overcome with the simple desire to seek out the nearest affected female, and build for her one of these wonderful rigs like we've got here to support her! He will mindlessly, unthinkingly service and serve her, fucking her cunt with his considerably expanded cock whenever he's not maintenancing the machines, or fucking another milker under his care, obviously. As for..." She made a disgusted face, sticking out her tongue. "<i>Those</i>, well, I'll simply make the formula extra strength! Servitor males will know to occasionally empty a few dozen gallons of milk into the drains, gutters, or even just out in the yard. It will infuse itself into the water table, and soon it will be in everything! The water, the food, getting rained on will start turning people into servitors and milkers eventually! The lovely thing is that before anyone really knows what's going on, it will be far too late to do anything about it! The change will always spread faster than they're able to track down servitors and milkers and do anything about it, and eventually the whole world will be... this," she cooed, once again gesturing to the black-furred milker nearby, its eyes currently rolling in an especially strong orgasm. "No wars, no crime, no violence, no hate, just... brainless, mindless pleasure." She smiled brightly, giving the MILK Dud in her hand a little flick back into the bin. "And candy."\n\n"Mm. The entire world, huh?" Mandy mused evenly, flat eyes turning briefly to the nearby milker. "Us too, then?"\n\n"Us too, my sweet monotone slave," Tandy cooed, walking over and giving Mandy's cheek an affectionate pinch and shake. "In fact I think as soon as we get all the MILK Duds shipped out, I'll go ahead and turn you into a mindless milker right away, so I can enjoy seeing you in your rack alongside this one for awhile before I turn into nothing but a big-dicked meat robot, doing nothing but servicing the two of you. Well, and knocking you both up over and over again. Got to have more milkers and servitors come from somewhere, yes? And they'll wind up taking up a lot less room overall, so there's room on this planet for... oh, trillions maybe, even."\n\n"'Kay." Mandy shrugged negligently. "You want me to start boxing up the candy or build my rack first, Boss?"\n\n"Build your rack first, dear, I want to make sure it's measured right before anything else."\n\n<b>Tandy's Candy</b> end - <i>A peaceful, milky world</i>

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

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

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

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

Nah, if you're gonna go, you're not gonna stand around waiting on a toaster first. You head out the door and hurry along the walkway and down the stairs outside, heading for the sidewalk.\n\nThe information Celest implanted in your head is pretty useful at least. You know that if you walk two blocks down and one block over, you'll reach an express bus that will take you almost directly to the school. You spot a convenience store along your route and duck inside, glancing around and then realizing that if you want to make sure to catch the very next bus and not spend at least ten minutes waiting, you just need to get something and <i>go</i>. You grab the first brightly-colored food package that looks sort of breakfast-y and hurry to the counter with it, not bothering to look until you're back outside and hurrying down the sidewalk.\n\n"... Froot Loops flavored Lays potato chips?" You sigh, hanging your head a bit. "Oh, Japan. ... Eh, do I get to say that anymore...?"\n\n"Mrowr?"\n\nYou blink and raise your head at that apparent comment on your identity crisis. There's one of those kitten boxes you've seen so much in anime, with a little pair of ears poking up over the edge as if its occupant were trying to get a look at you.\n\n<hr>\n[[Awwwwww!|GGJS1x4]]\n\n[[Awwwwwwwwwwwww but you're gonna be late seeya on the way home kitty.|GGJS]]

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

After staring for a moment more, you click the 'Close' button on the browser. You're just going to act like you didn't see most of those zeroes. Or... something. You felt you were on the edge of several different cliffs there and maybe it's best to just step away. For now you'll do your best to live your life normally and just not worry about money. That seems like the best idea.\n\nYou glance at the time, and realize you probably ought to go ahead and head to school. Getting up, you toss off the tanktop and start getting dressed in the uniform, with the white blouse, black pleated skirt, and the white thigh-highs that aren't included but were laid out. (Celest must have picked them out, and, well, they do look good with the rest of the outfit.) You slip your feet into your shoes and tap the toes against the floor, then pick up the messenger bag, rooting around in it for the cell phone you just know is there. Checking it, it looks like Celest did her best to clone your old one and load it with the Japanese equivalent of your apps where available... man if she managed to do a transfer of your FGO account to the Japanese server you will be considerably less fussed about all this. But let's see, you have a fair idea of how far the school is...\n\nYour stomach grumbles some, reminding you that you missed breakfast staring at your bank account. Oh, right. You do a few quick calculations in your head. You think you could make it by bus and foot if you hurry and only do something really light for food, and you could probably make time to actually pick something out you really want if you take the train instead, or you could actually eat breakfast and still get to school on time if you called a cab. You suppose it's really mostly about how much you want to try to live a 'normal' life like you don't have a better cash liquidity than most large countries.\n\n<hr>\n[[Foot & bus.|GGJS1x2]]\n\n[[Train.|GGJS2x1]]\n\n[[Cab.|GGJS]]

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

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

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

Yeah, this really doesn't feel right to you. Frowning, you head over towards the gate proper, stepping up close to the group. "Hey, guys, what seems to be the problem here?"\n\nAll three of them look a little bit startled at someone completely new entering the conversation, but one of the guards quickly steps in front of the merchant and turns to face you, putting his Official Face on. "None of your concern, this merchant is just refusing to pay his entry fee."\n\nThe man goes even redder in the face. "I've no problem with paying my entry fee! These men are trying to extort me! I've never been treated so rudely in all the years I've been venturing here on pilgramage!"\n\nYou glance back and forth between the two groups, trying to choose your words carefully.\n\n<hr>\n[["How much is the fee?"|GGMonk]]\n\n[["Just pay them."|GGMonk]]\n\n[["You think you're such tough guys, huh?"|GGMonk]]\n\n[["You know, I'm doing an initiation..."|GGMonk1x16]]

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

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

"Alright, put Eve through then," you answer, deciding to put the erroneous distress call out of your mind.\n\nA moment later a holoscreen appears in front of you, showing a chest-up view of an even more well-endowed woman than you, though she's wearing an immaculate white uniform, has brown skin, white hair, and long, backswept pointed ears. She blinks fire-colored eyes at you, and you notice her brown cheeks shift to a warmer hue. About then you recall that you didn't put on more normal clothing before leaving your quarters. Oops.\n\nStill, apparently Eve is determined to be professional, and clears her throat. "Hunter Ihde, there is an urgent matter that requires our attention. Please make your way to Outpost 961 to be briefed on this assignment."\n\n"Understood. I'll be there as soon as possible," you reply with your best attempt at a crisp nod.\n\n"Thank you. Specialist Eve out." You notice her reach forward for the control on her computer, but think you catch just the barest hint of hesitation and her eyes flicking downward before the screen disappears. Hm, well.\n\nGlancing upward, you say, "JADIS, set course for Outpost 961 please."\n\n"Understood. ETA two hours."\n\nYou head back to your quarters and spend the time finding something to wear (a pair of tight black pants and a sleeveless blue and grey garment with a flap that fastens to the side, it looks vaguely uniform and professional) and reviewing what files JADIS has on Specialist Eve. Apparently you've been working with her for about two years now, and she's a Solar Elf. Apparently Solar Elves were a servitor race of the Silver Star Elves a long, long, <i>long</i> time ago but were granted independence when they asked for it in an utterly peaceful transfer of power... and yet have seemingly held onto a bit of resentment of some kind, like a racial inferiority complex. Log entries show that Eve has repeatedly tried to push you around and assert herself over you... since there are no Silver Star Elves left, maybe she feels like being dominant over you is the next best thing. Geez.\n\nPulling on a pair of boots, you make your way out of your quarters and sit in the seat, the whirling spiral of lights outside the viewport flashing and becoming a number of colorful points instead, with a large ring-shaped space station with a number of thin 'spokes' heading to a needle-shaped middle section hanging in the center. A number of ships are docked around the edge of the ring, and as you watch one disengages and starts to pull away.\n\n"Curious," JADIS's voice comments quietly.\n\n"Hm?" You glance up and to the side. "What is it, JADIS?"\n\n"Though the transponder signal is entirely different, that ship almost exactly matches the configuration of one owned by a known Reaping Ones contact."\n\n"Reaping Ones?" You blink. "You mean the ones that decimated the Silver Star Elf homeworld?"\n\n"Correct. I cannot be absolutely sure, but I believe this person may be one of their 'lackies'."\n\n<hr>\n[[Follow them.|GGMS5x1]]\n\n[[Not your fight.|GGMS2x4]]

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

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

"Mm, I'm gonna be Daddy's girl," you coo, wiggling your hips a little as you lean in towards him, smiling wickedly as you see a flash of heat in his red-glowing eyes. "A good, obedient girl who does whatever. Daddy. Wants."\n\n"Is that so?" he almost growls, reaching up a hand slowly to take hold of the back of your hair, then tightening his fist and pulling a bit, making you give a delighted gasp. He half-pulls, half-pushes you to your knees in front of him, leaning your head in towards the front of his pants, where there's already a noticeable bulge. "I think you know what to do then, hm?"\n\nMoaning softly in agreement, you reach up to undo the laces, tugging them open and fishing out his mostly-hard blue-black shaft, stroking it as you lean in to lick at the base of it. More implanted memories wash over you, memories of peeking on him in the bathing area, glimpses of him getting dressed, nights spent dreaming of being on your knees in front of him and wrapping your mouth around his prick. This time, you give yourself over to them, letting them sink in and treating them as real, enjoying the extra thrill they send through you as you press your lips to the side of his long, slender shaft and run them and your tongue up and down it. Your hands move to run up and down his thighs, then down to pull off your sash and undo the ties of your panties, letting them drop to the floor and reveal your glistening pink pussy tucked in between puffy gray lips.\n\nAt an urging from low in your father's throat, you move your head up and slide your lips over the head of his cock, rolling your eyes up to watch his face as you slowly swirl your tongue around it again and again. His lips are lightly parted, eyes heavy-lidded, but there's such a look of calm satisfaction there that it sends a shiver through you. He slides his hand out of your hair and you take a moment to lean back and actually pull your tunic off, baring your body completely save for the stockings still sheathing your legs, then lean back in and slide your mouth over him again, this time starting to bob your head, always watching your beloved father's face as you work yourself further and further down his prick. When it nudges the back of your throat, you push forward and find very little in the way of a gag reflex, instead just letting him slide into your throat easily. Encouraged by that and the low moan of pleasure he gives, you just keep steadily pushing downwards until your lower lip is pressed against the base of his balls, his entire length sheathed in your mouth and throat. \n\nPulling up and off it with a soft gasp, you wrap a hand around the spit-slicked shaft and stroke it smoothly, cooing up at him, "Am I good girl, Daddy?" before dropping your head to start nuzzling and licking at his balls. He strokes a hand over your hair, staring down at you with a pure blaze of lust in those black and red eyes.\n\n"You are a <i>very</i> good girl, daughter," he murmurs back, before suddenly pulling on your hair again to haul you up as he comes to his feet. Shifting his grip to your upper arm, he tugs you along and practically tosses you onto the bed. He takes a few moments to slowly and deliberately undress, letting you watch hungrily as he bares his sleek but well-developed chest and slides those pants off and down, before he prowls up onto the bed, blue-black body moving with all the feline grace of a hungry panther. He moves in above you, his hand sliding to cup your pussy, your back arching lightly and a moan spilling from your lips as he slides two fingers inside and slowly swirls them around. "A good, but extremely slutty, daughter," he adds, smirking down at you as you writhe from his thumb lightly working your clit.\n\nOnly once you've cum twice, your pussy clenching around his fingers, does he pull out and grab your thighs, hauling them closer and urging you to wrap your legs around him. You don't even try to question the memories of having wanted this for years as he leans down on top of you, toned chest pressing to your tits as he slides inside you, your arms wrapping around him tightly as his cock slides in deep. "Yes, Daddy, fuck me," you mewl eagerly as he begins pumping his hips, working your already sensitive and sopping sex into a quivering frenzy. Your glowing blue eyes roll up as he starts fucking you against the mattress, your heels digging into him a bit as you urge him to pound you harder. "Daddy, your cock's so good, yes, yes, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!"\n\n"If you continue to be a good daughter, I'll fuck you often and well, pet," your father coos, leaning in to nip one of your ears, which makes you cry out and jerk your hips up towards him, your pussy spasming around his pistoning prick in orgasm. His teeth continue nipping and dragging at your jaw, your neck, your shoulders, and occasionally back up to your apparently sensitive ears, each time making you cum, until your world's a warm ruddy haze of pleasure that almost goes white with the feeling of his prick spasming inside you. You wind up slumping to the bed, panting and shivering under your father's body... only for him to raise up, pull out of you, and flip you over, grabbing your hips to haul your ass into the air. With your face against the sheets, you look over your shoulder at him, then gasp loudly at the feel of his cum-lubed cock pressing your tight rear hole open, sliding deep into your ass and then starting to thrust, one of his hands gripping your hair and pressing your face against the bed, the other swinging in to spank your ass between thrusts.\n\nAnd that's how you spend the rest of the day, Alrid fucking you however he likes, with you reveling in the new memories of having wanted him to fuck you however he likes for years, until you've stopped bothering to remember that they're false. As he finishes fucking your mouth for the fifth time and pulls out, stroking himself to completion all over your face, you let out a soft moan of "I love you, Daddy," before drifting off to sleep. \n\nYou wake up and blink a few times, sitting up. You're in your own bed, and considerably cleaner than you expected to be considering the state you went to sleep in. After a moment you shrug and head into the adjoining bathing area, showering and drying off with a luxurious towel, then checking the wardrobe to find it full of clothing in your size... you wonder if your father had it tailored overnight or if he's had his pet witch on clothing duty. Snickering a bit at the thought of Maril calmly and without complaint turning her considerable magic skills to making you a wide array of clothes, you select a purple silk robe that barely comes down to your hips and leaves quite a bit of your chest bare, belting it only lightly before padding barefoot downstairs. You find your father in the kitchen, already eating, and move to peck him on the cheek before taking a seat. "Morning, Daddy."\n\n"Daughter," he greets formally, glancing over at the servant at the stove and giving a nod, before looking back at you. "Sleep well?"\n\n"Mm-hmmm," you coo, reaching out to run your toes up and down his own bare leg beneath his robe.\n\n"Good." He smirks, waiting until a plate of food's in front of you before he continues. "Today we'll attend a function at the palace. There I will formally introduce you as my daughter, and we'll gladhand the humans a bit... put on a personable, approachable air, as you said. Hopefully get you introduced to a few of the aristocracy's own offspring. Of course, at some point, I'll likely have you seduce one of them," he notes with a waggle of his fork. "Either the offspring or the nobles themselves. Leverage, bribery... or perhaps an actual match. A full Drow marrying a human for a political alliance is unthinkable, but since you're a halfbreed we would be able to sell it to both sides, I think."\n\n<hr>\n[[If that's what he needs you to do!|GGRogue15x13]]\n\n[[But you only love him!|GGRogue]]

"No, ma'am, not at all," you find yourself blurting out almost before you've really thought about it, leaving you to blush again. "I mean, I don't think I'll have any problems being beneath you. Er, underneath you. ... Under you," you finish lamely, sinking a bit further into the already low seat.\n\n"How good to know that you understand you're beneath me," Eve replies, that cool, professional voice having warmed noticeably now as she turns and makes her way over to a set of storage drawers set in one wall. She slides one open and draws out an actual riding crop! ... No, it's more of a switch, it lacks the little leather spade at the tip. The material is dark and glossy, obviously some futuristic compsite that she demonstrates the bendiness of between her hands as she turns and slowly, deliberately walks back over to you. For long moments she just stands beside your chair, looking down at you, watching you slowly start to wriggle and squirm under her gaze. Finally, she says, "And you'll follow any order I give you. Without hesitation." \n\nThe tone of her voice makes it far more of a statement than a question.\n\n<hr>\n[[Of course.|GGMS2x8]]\n\n[[Not... any order!|GGMS]]

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

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

While the original Cyan inhabiting this body might have had beef with the Reaping Ones, you just got here. Genocidal space pirates are definitely Not Cool, however. "JADIS, transfer your identification information to the outpost's security team or whoever. We'll let them handle this."\n\n"Understood."\n\nAs the Belladonna begins to pull closer to the ring, you notice a small swarm of fighter-sized craft slide out of a bay and go flitting off in the direction the ship went, blue and red lights flashing. The Belladonna pulls into a different bay, settling down on the floor, the small area starting to revolve as the ship slowly spins to face towards the lowering bay door. "Your meeting with Eve is scheduled for a half hour's time in Debriefing Room Seven," JADIS notes evenly.\n\n"Thanks, JADIS." You push yourself out of the chair. "I can call you if I need you?"\n\n"A small nanite colony in your ears forms the basis of a communications apparatus with me. I will respond to my name or if I notice certain changes in your metabolic functions."\n\n"Uh... huh." You blink at that. Okay, that's one way not to lose your cellphone, you guess. After a moment you shrug and head down the hall of the ship, strolling down the boarding ramp and out of the bay. Through the door, there's a large hallway, enough for several forklift-sized vehicles to go cruising down (as they're doing just that) and a number of uniformed beings to make their way through as well, a smattering of humanoids attending to whatever business has brought them to the outpost.\n\n"Hunter Ihde?" one says, a female with brown hair and solid white glowing eyes, the top of her head barely coming up to your chest.\n\n"Yes, that's me." You give her a polite smile as you turn towards her.\n\n"Ma'am, Specialist Eve says that while your appointment can still proceed as scheduled, she's very busy and she'd prefer it if you proceeded immediately to her office. I can show you the way, if you like."\n\nHm. Sounds like Eve is trying to assert herself again. It's probably protocol to meet in a public debriefing room, but instead she wants you to hurry up and come to her, right in the seat of her own power.\n\n<hr>\n[[Go to Eve's office.|GGMS2x5]]\n\n[[Go to the briefing room.|GGMS4x1]]

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

It's kind of a classic, isn't it? Plus Egyptian gods are super popular with the people who pick their supposed religion by how stylish the aesthetic is. (You may already be starting to think a bit like a huckster, you admit.) Let's see... oh, right, before you touch it, you've gotta give it a bit of an ego stroke, since you're at the least playing along.\n\nYou consider for a moment, then raise your hands. "Oh great god of a time gone past! Please hear the words of your humble servant, and allow me to grant you the worship and power you deserve!" You consider laying it on a bit thicker, but you're already feeling pretty silly as it is, so instead you just reach in and scoop up the idol.\n\n<i>I mean fine, but I wouldn't mind seeing your tits either.</i>\n\n"GAH!" You jerk back, flinging the idol up in the air, then scrambling to catch it almost on instinct. Clasping it in both hands, you stare at it for a moment, before just squeaking out "Eh?"\n\n<i>Haaaa. I could be angry at your seeming impiety, but honestly that was just hilarious. Let's be direct about helping each other, human.</i>\n\n"Y-you're... you're real," you whisper, staring at the idol. "You're really real! You're... Anubis?!"\n\n<i>Anubilis. ... Look don't get hung up on it, it's a long story, just... ... whatever, say 'Anubis' to the outsiders if you want, they'll understand that just as well. Just understand that I may not be a true Egyptian god, but I am a being of great power, and together we can build an amazing life for ourselves and our followers.</i>\n\n"Okay, I'm liking the sound of this," you admit as your shock starts to fade, replaced by eagerness. "Okay, Anubilis! Let's build a cult together!"\n\n<i>Indeed. First things first, you must either find me a vessel for my power, or you must be remade.</i>\n\n"Er." Back to some shock and being on the back foot. "'Remade'?"\n\n<i>I cannot truly work my powers in the world without either a vessel to inhabit or... no, stop it, I'm not using that,</i> Anubilis huffs, making you quickly yank your gaze off of the body of the former cult leader. <i>They have to be <b>alive</b> for one thing. But I either need to be incarnated into a vessel first thing, or I need to remake you into a form that can contain some of my power and then make a more proper vessel for myself later.</i>\n\n"I mean... what's involved in those?" you hedge. \n\n<i>Obviously you would need to lure a vessel... preferably a male... to a private place such as this. I imagine you have a few ways you could do that, don't you, hmmm?</i> The mental voice chuckles as your face goes red, then continues. <i>Giving you a sort of rebirth would change your body into being partly, ah, 'divine' being, one more suitable for channeling my desires. You would become stronger, healthier, and able to work various magics that I granted to you. Of course, since I would have to grant you part of my power to do so, the process of giving me a proper vessel would be a bit longer and more involved on your part. Either way, though, we should act quickly... either option would allow me to do something about <b>that</b>.</i>\n\n... Oh, right, again. Dead body. Really do need to do something about that. You're torn... it sounds like being 'remade' would definitely be the way to the power that tempted you to this in the first place, on the other hand that whole idea is kind of scary. Plus there's the bit about how Anubis, er, Anubilis will apparently expect a vessel still anyway, just that you'll have to get more heavily involved in providing one. ... Then again, luring some person in here and letting Anubilis take over their body is pretty "involved" as it is.\n\n<hr>\n[[Be remade.|CelCult1x8]]\n\n[[Find him a vessel.|CelCult]]\n\n[[No, this is all a bad idea.|CelCult]]

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

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

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

"Let's go check it out," you say, setting off towards the corral, Tanya hesitating a little before hurrying to catch up to you, the strawberry blonde girl looking torn between excitement and worry now. "Oh, c'mon, Tanya, I'm sure we're not gonna find any pony skeletons," you add in a half-scolding, half-comforting voice, even as you're totally hoping to find a pony skeleton. \n\nSoon the two of you approach a fairly simple-looking building, a low building with a mostly open front done in the style of stalls, its roof slanted downward toward the back. And of course out in front of it is a large, round area surrounded by a stereotypical ranch fence, which looks like it's made out of... plastic or fiberglass or something. They didn't just make it out of real wood? You're focused a bit more on the mystery of not just using wood to make a fence that looked like wood as Tanya scans her light over the packed-earth yard still scattered here and there with old, moldy bits of straw. You jump as Tanya lets out a short, sharp scream and claps a hand to your shoulder, before she huffs to try and catch her breath. "I'm okay! I'm okay! S-sorry, just... look!"\n\nFrowning a bit, you follow the beam of her flashlight with yours, blinking a little as the light catches metal, your annoyed expression melting into a surprised one. "Huh. I guess they didn't take the ponies with them after all."\n\nArranged in a loose cluster are four or five animatronic horses... well, that's the best word you can think of for them anyway, it seems weird to refer to theme park attractions as actual robots. Though that's certainly what they look like, with no apparent connection to the ground, and whatever cloth or foam rubber covering they might once have had being destroyed by exposure, leaving just the inner workings, which do look surprisingly well preserved you have to admit, even if there are specks and spots of rust scattered across them. They're not quite solid metal horse outlines, nor are they like metal horse skeletons, but something in some odd place between, like some sort of junkyard sculpture crossed with an MIT battlebot. You clamber over the fence and walk over to the lot of them, looking over some of the mechanical bits. "Huh, I guess these actually did roam around the yard. Did this place go broke because they spent so much money on robots or something?"\n\n"Maybe," Tanya allows as she catches up to you. She looks over the somewhat rusty roboponies with their exposed wires and somewhat skull-like heads and makes a face. "They're not very cute anymore, are they?"\n\n"I somehow doubt they were ever all <i>that</i> cute," you reply with a soft snort as you finish taking some cell phone pictures, then wander over towards the 'stable'. You note several of what look like incomplete horsebots, just parts of the outer casing and some of the basic motors... no heads or rears, just the midsection casing and a lot of the workings of the legs, though those have slightly more outer parts than the ones outside do, so maybe the ones out there have been scavenged or gone to pieces a bit. You turn slightly and have to bite back your own version of Tanya's earlier scream... looming in a dark corner of the shed, out of sight of the yard, is a Beefy Fajeeta animatronic. The huge cartoon-esque bull is just standing there in the shadows, white plastic eyes staring at you. He does seem to be better-preserved than the horses by far, still having most of his outer covering, and even maintaining his shiny boots and black wrestling trunks. ... In fact there's a really big bulge in the front of those wrestling trunks. Some departing park worker's final day prank, perhaps?\n\n<hr>\n[[Go look at the horsebots.|WilmaFun]]\n\n[[Examine the incomplete horsebots.|WilmaFun3x2]]\n\n[[Check out Beefy.|WilmaFun9x1]]

Oh, why not? You'll indulge yourself real quick... like a half hour, forty-five minutes at the most, probably not even that long depending on what you pick... and spend the rest of the night dutifully working hard and getting everything that needs it cleaned up. No one could possibly begrudge you that!\n\nSo how to indulge yourself?\n\n<hr>\n[[Shower.|CelPorn]]\n\n[[Bath.|CelPorn]]\n\n[[Hot tub.|CelPorn]]\n\n[[Steam.|CelPorn]]

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

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

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

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

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

"I mean I guess I wouldn't mind taking the janitor job," you admit, letting out a small huff of breath. "If that's an option instead."\n\n"Sure! As you might imagine there's a fair bit of turnover," the receptionist says sheepishly as she opens a drawer and rifles through, apparently finding the necessary paperwork.\n\n"Yeah I can imagine that cleaning up after a bunch of porn shoots gets old pretty fast," you reply dryly.\n\nThe receptionist pauses in attaching the papers to a clipboard, then laughs a little nervously and brushes a blue-painted nail against her cheek. "Um, yeah, that's probably why."\n\nThat gives you pause. "Why? Is there some other reason?"\n\n"Well it's not like our boss is mean or harasses workers or anything," she hurries to say. "Just... ... well. Um... do you really want to hear it and get scared off the job?" she says sheepishly.\n\n"... I guess not," you decide after giving it a few seconds' thought, taking the clipboard and heading over to a chair to sit down and fill out the paperwork.\n\nAfter you return to the desk with everything filled out and hand it back, you say, "Okay, so why else would people be driven out of the janitor job?"\n\n"Welllll I mean there's lots of rumors that weird stuff happens late at night in this building," she says as she looks the papers over and then starts typing information into the computer. "The owner does actually collect strange artifacts from all over the place so that's part of it, but there are also urban legends about stuff like 'the building is built on ancient Deviloka ritual ground' and 'the government stored weird science experiments here in the seventies' and-"\n\n"I think I get the picture," you interrupt, struggling not to sigh aloud. "Aaand I'm guessing I just signed up to be the late-night janitor."\n\n"Your first shift starts at eleven tonight," she says, still fairly sheepishly as she finishes typing. "The good part is that <i>most</i> of the worst messes get cleaned up by the day staff... basically your job is to go around the whole studio and do your best to clean up anything they missed, do touch-ups, y'know, just kind of make things nice. You can take as much time as you need, right up until the prep crew arrives at seven in the morning, and as long as it's obvious you did a reasonable amount the boss will be fine with it."\n\nYou suppose you can't really argue with that sort of standard... if the boss is unreasonable about what you get done, at least you'll get one night's pay, and from the paperwork the pay <i>is</i> really good. "Okay, so I come back at eleven tonight?"\n\n"Or just before, I'll let you in before I go home. My name's Zoey by the way," she adds, offering you a hand.\n\n"Celeste. Okay, see you tonight then, I guess."\n\nYou spend the rest of the day killing time and considering other potential job opportunities if this doesn't work out. But if it does, you're pretty optimistic about your chances of turning your finances around. Sure, you're having to work late at night in a (possibly cursed/irradiated/haunted) porn studio cleaning up who-knows-what but the job requirements are lax and the one coworker you've met so far seems nice. Since there was no mention of a uniform or coveralls, you change into a somewhat battered pair of jeans and a snug white long-sleeved shirt as a decent combination of protecting your limbs and them being "chore" clothes back when you had a place to do chores in.\n\nAt a bit before eleven you park outside the studio, the parking lot now completely empty except for what you assume must be Zoey's car. (You wouldn't have expected her to be the minivan sort, but there it is, an electric blue thing with overly tinted windows.) You head into the lobby again to find her just shutting down her computer and standing up, revealing that she's wearing one of those high-up-waistband skirts, black with a faint pink plaid pattern on it, and blue thigh-highs as she comes around the desk, snagging a messenger bag. "Hey, just in time! Oh, I made this for you," she says, handing you a couple of papers stapled together.\n\n"Thanks. ... What is it?" you ask reflexively as you flip through the sheets.\n\n"A labeled map of the studio. I highlighted the ones that are most important to clean, if you do those that should be fine, the day crew can handle the rest, but of course if you wanna do more that's up to you. I think I'm supposed to mention that it gets taken into consideration at the end of the month for bonuses and stuff," Zoey adds with a shrug and a grin. "The boss can be pretty generous. Anyway, the door will lock behind you automatically when you're ready to leave, just make sure you use this door and not one of the fire exits or something. Good luck!" she adds before heading out the door.\n\n'... Interesting choice of phrases,' you muse, looking after her, then down at the map. Well, that's fine. You definitely don't believe any of those rumors, which you also definitely did not need to spend all day convincing yourself of. Alright, let's see the list of places you definitely need to clean...\n\n<hr>\n[[Talent bathroom|CelPorn1x2]]\n\n[[Break room|CelPorn]]\n\n[[Bedroom Set #1|CelPorn]]\n\n[[Smoothie bar|CelPorn]]\n\n[[Costume closet|CelPorn]]\n\n[[Boss's office|CelPorn]]

Sigh. No help for it. You hold your hand out to the old man. "Here, let me see that stuff."\n\nHe blinks, but hands you the flask. You take a sniff and resist the urge to jerk your head away completely. "Oh yeah, that'll do." Setting the flask on the curb, you first rip off the sleeve of the girl's shirt, making her wince a bit, then start untying your chest bindings. Both of them stare at you, though the old man yanks his head away as they actually come loose and your tits spill free. ... Dang, they were bigger than they looked. They've got your sweat and some dirt on them, but you figure they'll be okay after the double-rinse you're going to give them. Requesting a canteen, you first use water to rinse them off, then liberally douse them with the libation from the flask. You glance at the girl. "Okay, this'll probably hurt some."\n\nShe looks worried, but nods, clamping her jaw tight to muffle her pained noises as you begin wrapping up her arm. You're no trained medic but either you have enough idea of how to do it or your body has some training, since you get her arm wrapped up fairly snug from shoulder to elbow. You take a few moments to examine your work, then nod and give her a thumbs-up and a grin, trying to ignore how your breasts are swaying freely under your vest. "There y'go. You'd probably still better go see a temple healer or somebody, they can do you up some proper bandages and stuff."\n\n"Thank you so much," she whispers, smiling at you brightly through the tears in her eyes.\n\n"No problem. And hey," you stand up and reach out to clap the old man on the shoulder... both your face and his reddening as you can feel the vest fall away and leave you completely exposed. You do your best to continue on, though your voice does sound just a little strangled. "Maybe switch to wine. And wait until the sun starts to go down and you're not doing heavy lifting."\n\n"A-aye... aye, seems good advice," he says with a cough, looking to the side. "Thankya muchly, lady, my grandaughter and my grandaughter's arm thank ye too."\n\nTugging your vest closed as well as you can, you turn and set off down the street again. It really is embarrassing, feeling your boobs bounce around completely freely with every step... even trying to subtly hold the vest closed, you're pretty sure you're nipslipping all over the place, and showing off even more than Miriya. At least no one's actually hassling you, despite the number of surprised looks, stares, leers, and scandalized scowls directed your way. You're just wondering if stopping somewhere to buy a shirt or something with the little money you have would distract you from your challenge when, lo and behold, Miriya herself comes hurrying up to you.\n\n"Congratulations!" she almost squeals, throwing her arms around you and giving you a squeeze. "You passed the Rite of Priorities?"\n\n"Ah? That was the test?" you ask. In retrospect it seems kind of obvious, but when you were in the midst of it all you were really thinking about was that it was happening.\n\n"It was! And you properly understood that another person's pain and risk were more important than your embarrassment. At least, that's the sense I got while praying. Ah, here, I also felt this might be needed," she adds, holding up something that looks a lot like a white tubetop. \n\n"Markala doesn't stint on the guidance I guess," you answer with a wry grin, taking the garment and stepping into an alleyway to remove your vest and wriggle into the top.\n\n"It can be like that, especially for special events such as this," Miriya answers as you step out, tugging your vest back on. "Though right now another priestess has taken over praying for your second rite."\n\n"Which one is that?" \n\n"Well, it probably doesn't hurt to say. Especially since I think you already got a little hint about the first rite, hm?" Miriya says, smiling and laying a finger along her cheek as you blush a little. "Generally the second part of the challenges is the Rite of Justice."\n\n"Justice? What's that mean? Y'know, to Markala, not in general."\n\n"Markala believes we should all be joyful and happy in our lives... but it is a sin to do so by hurting others. Well, others who don't want to be hurt, it's not as if Markala is against domina-"\n\n"I get the idea, yeah."\n\n"Oh, yes, well, to that end, Markala hates bullies... people who pick on, hurt, and disadvantage others just for the mean joy of it."\n\n"So if I see someone being bullied..."\n\n"Then it's likely that will be the Rite of Justice. But my advice is not to look too hard for it," she adds in a slightly scolding tone. "You did well in the Rite of Priorities by simply reacting naturally. You should continue doing so. Well, I'll head back to the church, then, but we'll probably see each other soon! Good luck!" she adds with a wave as she turns and sashays off, drawing just as many, if not more, glances than you did when going around practically topless.\n\nYou quickly shake off any feelings of jealousy that threatens to prompt. 'That's a Markala no-no,' you chide yourself wryly, while also assuring yourself that it's ridiculous. After all it's not like you <i>wanted</i> to go around with bare breasts... and besides, Miriya has obviously cultivated the ability to show off, it's no surprise she draws way more eyes. Shrugging (and glad of the support of your new top, thanks Miriya), you set off down the streets again, eventually coming upon a market area with a lot of streetside stalls. As you pass one, you hear a bit of an argument starting to break out.\n\n"What?! That's three times what you were charging before!" a woman yelps.\n\n"Last time they cost me a third to buy myself," the man behind the counter replies with a frown. "There's been a drought in the farmlands I buy from, their latest harvest was smaller and they charged me more."\n\n"That just means you're making even more money off of me! Other vendors have these for half the price!"\n\n"They buy from other regions. If you like their prices better, shop there."\n\n"But I need <i>these</i> vegetables, they're the quality my customers expect! You're trying to put me out of business!"\n\nYou glance over. Could this be the test...?\n\n<hr>\n[[Intervene.|GGMonk]]\n\n[[Pass on by.|GGMonk1x14]]

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

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

Probably best not to tempt fate with the <i>exact</i> words that actually worked... there's just a mote of fantasy still alive in your legally adult chest that says it's better to avoid certain things. But maybe the other, particularly melodramatic one Sarah used first would let you blow off some steam and rally yourself a bit. Lifting Violet up into the air, you belt out, "Goblin King, Goblin King! Wherever you may be, take this child of mine far away from me!", unable to help finally getting a bit of a grin at your own cheesiness.\n\nYou blink a bit as Violet immediately goes silent, staring down at you as if actually a bit scared by your statement. You quickly draw her back in and rub her back some more, but... well... she certainly seems to have quieted down, and is even nodding off. Maybe she just needed a little jolt out of her self-reinforcing crying jag? Since she seems to be ready to sleep now, you carry Violet into her room and lay her in her crib, spending a few moment arranging things. 'Well. Have to remember that one. Hey, what the-?' Your head jerks up as the lights suddenly flicker and go out, followed by a long roll of thunder that rattles the windows and the sound of rain heavy enough to sound like a stampede of horses against the glass of the window. 'Where the hell did this come from?' you think, standing up and turning around... and feeling a scream rise in your throat as you realize someone is sitting in the nearby high-backed chair, illuminated ever-so-briefly by a flash of lightning.\n\nA scream that catches in your throat like a physical thing as that someone is very suddenly standing directly in front of you, leaning in close enough to make you cower back a bit and clutch the edges of the crib as one long, claw-tipped finger rises to lay across thin green lips that purse softly in a 'sssshhhh'. "The baby is asleep," he murmurs softly, one side of his mouth curling in a smirkand showing just a flash of a shining black fang.\n\nIn the next flash of lightning, you can see the... thing... just in front of you. Tall, very tall, a sleek bald head, long pointed ears, a face that's strangely both ugly and beautiful, eyes that are three colors of deepest, darkest black and a sleek, sharp nose, all covered in smooth jade skin. His clothing is like something out of a fantasy movie... both elegant and aristocratic, but made of fur and leather, a hunter's garb, way more <i>Game of Thrones</i> than <i>Lord of the Rings</i>. The sheer... inhumanness... terrifies you, even before that hand moves forward and gently, but with the strength of a steel clamp, curls around your jaw and presses against the side of your neck.\n\n"Why so terrified, Cyan?" he whispers softly, those triple-black eyes staring fixedly at you. "You called. Entreated. Begged a boon."\n\n"It was the wrong words," you hear yourself answering shakily. "Those weren't the right words, those weren't supposed to do anything."\n\n"Consider it an important life lesson. Not everything happens as it is 'supposed to'. You called for the Goblin King to take a child, the Goblin King is here," he almost purrs, despite his voice being nothing that lends itself to a purr. "But this is not a kindly old puppeteer's great whimsy, and I am not David Bowie," he continues, thumb sliding in a soft caress across the side of your neck, until you can feel his claw pressing into your skin. "You invited me in. Now I am going to do as asked and take the child, and whatever other whim takes me... I could tear your head off and leave it in the baby's place for your parents to find, because this is a true fairy tale, my darling."\n\nYour mind wants to shut down, to reject that this is happening, or maybe just start screaming and not stop until your head really does come off. Instead you find yourself saying, "You're afraid."\n\n"Am I?" the Goblin King whispers, tilting his head ever-so-slightly, even as his hand slides down to completely encircle your throat.\n\n"Why does a faerie lord need to intimidate a teenage girl if he's not afraid?" You force yourself to stare fearlessly into his eyes, not flinching away even as lightning flashes and thunder rolls outside, briefly showing you your own reflection in them as if already drained of blood and dead. "What are you afraid of, Goblin King?"\n\n"... Nothing," he answers just as softly, just as unflinchingly. "I am afraid of nothing."\n\n"Prove it."\n\n"... Hmhmhm... mortals, the <i>audacity</i> of you," he hisses... while smiling. He gives your throat a slight shove as he steps back, and you try not to let your terror show as you realize that tucked into the crook of his other arm is the bundled-up Violet, held against his side. "Very well, child, if you want to play the role. But before you go pelting into magic to save your sister, there is one part of the game we must play. Temptation."\n\n"Tempta-" You cut off as you feel a sudden tightness around your left ring finger, and lift it to see a golden ring there, an elaborate signet engraved on the top.\n\n"Do you want a fantasy world of excitement and danger, girl? There is plenty to be had right here in this world," the Goblin King coos, his inhumanly long and disturbingly elegant fingers curling through the air in a flourish to indicate your hand. "That ring is a symbol of power in a country that has been infighting for centuries over the lack of it. And this," he continues, giving the slightest twist of his hand and now holding a small leather journal. "Is all you need to know about using that ring to get whatever you want. Do you want to be a real-life princess and queen? This will tell you how. Perhaps more pragmatically you wish riches to shame celebrity? Or to stand upon the world stage and be acclaimed stunning and brave by the influencers of public opinion? Whatever your dream, that ring combined with this book can make it come true, no magic required. All you have to do is take it," he whispers, holding the book towards you. "And forget that your sister ever existed. I promise... everyone else will too."\n\n<hr>\n[[Take it.|GGLaby]]\n\n[[Refuse.|GGLaby]]

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

That sends a murmur of mingled disgust and excitement across the table. A new nerd?! Yet another nerd dares to exist in your proximity?! But also yay a new mouse to bat around until it's <strike>dead</strike> had enough harmless fun!\n\n"Where, where?" The closest girl to you carefully cranes her neck a bit to follow your gaze... then frowns a bit. "Layla, that's not a new girl, that's just Sima."\n\n"Huh? Who?" you ask with a blink, looking around the table, where everyone seems to have settled in with either relief or disappointment.\n\n"Sima. She's been around forever," Lana scoffs, shaking her head. "You must be having one of those deja vu moments but where it's the exact opposite. Like a... uh... vu deja."\n\nYou eye Lana for a moment, trying to decide if that demands retribution, then skip over it for now. "I've never seen her before today. Who does she hang out with?"\n\n"I guess a little of everyone?" Lana says, though sounding mildly confused as she does, as if never having thought of how unusual that was, especially for your particularly clique-obsessed clique. "I mean I know she hangs out with some of the losers and the geeks, but I've also seen her palling around with some of the hot guy athletes and the student government and I think I've even seen her with Sandra a few times."\n\n"And you didn't think that was weird?" you ask with a frown.\n\n"... No?" Lana glances around at the others, who all look just as baffled... though you get the feeling it's more at you than how odd that is. "I mean. It's Sima."\n\n"You said she's been around forever, did she go to junior high with us? Or elementary?"\n\n"... I think?"\n\nSeeing Lana staring back at you a bit blankly, you scowl and finally get up. This is weird and you don't like weird things, or people, you're going to get to the bottom of this. You storm over towards where said girl is sitting, currently by herself. You certainly can't say you like either her fashion sense or the audacity to have such a flat chest and skinny body. Her clothes, too! She's wearing a tight black shirt with those little glove-things that come over the backs of her hands, under a faded purple hoodie with the sleeves and midriff cut off, probably to keep the tight shirt in code, as well as snug jeans and sneakers. She's also got short black hair and thick-rimmed glasses, which she adjusts as she spots your approach.\n\n"Hmm, now this is interesting," Sima murmurs as you approach, just barely loud enough for you to catch. "I thought I was keeping myself out of your attention."\n\n"Yeah, well, you failed." You place your hands on your hips, striking a subtle pose intended to emphasize how hot you are while also letting you loom a bit. "Just who are you, huh?"\n\n"Hey, like I'm sure your friends told you, I'm just plain, normal Sima." She has the even bigger audacity to smile brightly at you and put her fingertips to her cheeks, tilting her head like some adorable little mascot. "Everybody knows me!"\n\n"Well I don't. And I don't believe all this nonsense about you getting along with everybody. How can one person get along with Sandra-" That bitch, you'll eliminate her as a rival one day. "-and <i>nerds</i>?"\n\n"Getting along with people is actually pretty easy, if you put some effort into it. Not even that much effort, it was barely any trouble at all. You should try it sometime, Layla!"\n\nThat makes you bristle, your cheeks and the bridge of your nose actually flushing furiously. What?! Of all the... of all the...!\n\n"Hey, hey, let's not get off to a bad start, I'm not needling you or anything," the brown-skinned girl hurries to add, standing up and spreading her hands and giving you an admittedly disarming grin. "Just saying, there are ways to get along with most people. You don't have to agree with them or even like them, but you can <i>get along</i>. Here, why don't I prove it? Let's get along, Layla! I promise, you won't regret it!"\n\nShe holds out a delicate little hand to you. You eye it dubiously, but the wheels in your head are turning. She's obviously well-connected at this school, despite you having no knowledge of her. If Lana and the others say she's in good with everybody, there could be... benefits. You wouldn't mind an in with the student government, especially if it meant getting a toehold into the minor but actual power they hold in the school. Similarly, connections are influence, and if you could make her connections your connections, you could spread all kinds of influence. On the other hand, she's cheeky, disrespectful, and obviously has not a single bit of the proper fear of you that someone so outside the proper look and behavior style should have.\n\n<hr>\n[["... Fine. Let's get along."|MeanSima1x2]]\n\n[["Dream on, loser!"|MeanSima3x1]]

"I can't imagine a single reason in the entire world I would ever, ever play your stupid nerd game," you huff out, folding your arms over your chest.\n\nSima apparently ponders that for a moment, then grins before once again showing off some complete audacity and sliding in close to your side, leaning in to murmur, "Tell you what, if you'll agree to at least <i>think</i> about trying it, I'll go ahead and give you one of those things you crave... leverage."\n\nAn excited tingle runs down your spine and very nearly raises goosebumps on your arms, but you keep your face flat and annoyed as you say, "I don't know what you mean."\n\n"Yeah y'do. Tonight, I'll send you something that would totally humiliate me and embarrass me if you spread it around. You could destroy me on a whim if you decided to. I'd never, ever hold any actual real power over you again. Right?"\n\nYou stare at her, partly in a deep sort of hunger you usually try to keep under wraps, and partly in astonishment that she's just saying this sort of thing outright. "Why would you do that just to get me to <i>think</i> about joining your dumb little game?"\n\n"Let's just say I have a feeling you won't do that. Besides, I like to take risks in hopes of making new friends, it makes life fun!" She beams at you, then turns and rummages in the bag sitting next to the chair she was in, coming up with a manilla packet and proffering it. "Here. A character sheet and all the info you need to make a first level character. Oh, and once you do your character sheet, sleep with it under your pillow."\n\n"Oh please," you mutter, rolling your eyes as you nevertheless take the envelope from her.\n\n"It's a nerd ritual, sure," Sima chirps breezily. "But you're trying to get along with nerds, right? That's the whole point of this! Oh, don't make a face, I promise learning more about your opposite number won't hurt." She pauses briefly, then adds with a knowing look, "At the least, if you understand them, you could be able to control them better, huh?"\n\n"..." You open your mouth, intending to ask 'Who are you?' again, but decide not to. Instead you just exchange contact info with her, and after her unprompted assurance that she'll send you leverage later that night, you return to the table.\n\n"So what was that all about? How did it go?" Lana asks as you settle back into your chair.\n\n"Nothing to say. She's a cheeky little snot," you add as you slip the envelope into your bag as if it were no big deal.\n\n"Yeah, that's Sima!" Lana answers, with the others giggling in agreement.\n\n'There's definitely something going on here,' you think with a thoughtful frown, before banishing the idea. Meh, whatever, she's just some nerd that's inexplicably gotten a bit too popular for her own good. Once she sends you that leverage, if she really does, maybe you'll just crush her immediately for good measure. Teach <i>her</i> to trust anybody!\n\nIt's after dinner and you're sitting at your desk checking social media on your very fashionable tablet-laptop when you hear your phone bleep with the most expensive text tone on the store. You quickly check it and, yes, it's a text from Sima, with a lot of attachments. You open it up, and your jaw almost immediately drops. This is... nude selfies? You stare at the first image of Sima apparently posing in front of a mirror, holding the phone with one hand and making a 'peace' sign with the other, showing off the entirety of her slim, brown-skinned body. Though the phone's blocking her eyes, it's incredibly obvious who it is if you know her. And the followup pictures don't even hide her eyes. The selfies are blatant and obvious, bust shots showing her nearly-flat breasts, pictures of her looking over her shoulder and blowing a kiss with one hand as the other lifts one of her pert buttcheeks. And they just get more explicit as they go on, with her using her fingertips to part her labia and show off the inner pink of her pussy, on her knees and spreading her butt to display her pucker for the camera, and finally culminating in several pictures of her using a <i>dog dildo</i>, with the final one being of her on her back, legs pulled forward so she's practically bent in half and doing a double-peace with her hands, winking and poking her tongue out at the camera, with the dog dildo inserted up to the knot in her ass.\n\n'These... what... this... is she sexually harrassing me?' you think dazedly, flipping through the pictures. But no, she said she'd send leverage, and she did, you just didn't expect... so much of it, and so enthusiastically. 'The timestamps... these were taken <i>tonight</i>! The last one is only about three minutes before she sent the text, she actually did these just for this! Why...'\n\nYou give your head a shake, then glance towards where your bag is laying on your bed. Did she <i>really</i> go this far to try and get you to play that dumb nerd game? ... Maybe if so, you should actually consider it. Though at the thought, a big part of your brain rebels. No! What are you thinking! Destroy her, destroy her now! Forward the text to your special contacts list, the one made up of all the biggest gossips and spite-spreaders in the school!\n\n<hr>\n[[Well. Just looking in the envelope couldn't hurt, right?|MeanSima1x4]]\n\n[[Strike her down! <b>Do it!</b>|MeanSima]]\n\n[[... Maybe let's just review these images to see if they're legit.|MeanSima]]

You place your hand in hers, after a quick check around to make sure no one particularly important is seeing you do so, and give it a shake. "Alright, we'll get along."\n \n"Great! Maybe in time we'll even be friends!" Sima chirps. Your 'don't count on it' look must show on your face, but all she does is grin wider and giggle a little bit. "Hey, tell you what, let's get that rolling! I'll show you just how easy it is to get along with people you're not used to dealing with! You can join my Pathfinder game!"\n\n"Your... your what?" you answer blankly, quickly yanking your hand back.\n\n"Pathfinder. Oh right, you'd probably understand if I said 'Dungeons & Dragons'. Complete nerd stuff." You can't help but think that Sima's expression turns positively wolfish with delight as you pull a face of disgust. "C'mon, give it a try! It can just be you and me to start with, so no one else even has to know you did it if you decide you don't like it. But if you do like it, hey, fun things are fun, right?"\n\n<hr>\n[["Why would I EVER?"|MeanSima1x3]]\n\n[["... No."|MeanSima]]

This is just some experiment in finding a new way to torment weirdos and geeks, at the end of the day, right? You snort a little and drop your character sheet on the bedside table before crawling into bed. Though admittedly, as you yawn and start to drift off to sleep, you also wouldn't want to put a bunch of wrinkles and creases on your fresh new...\n\n<hr>\n[[... Druid.|LSDruidStart]]\n\n[[... Fighter.|LSFightStart]]\n\n[[... Rogue.|LSRogueStart]]\n\n[[... Sorceress.|LSSorcStart]]

Maybe if she's this assured there's a reason for it, and since you're so curious about what that reason is, you'll have to continue investigating. Which means getting closer to her, which means trying out this stupid game thing.\n \nYou pull the envelope out of your bag and return to your desk as you slide out its contents. It's a bunch of printouts, the first must be that thing she called a 'Character Sheet'... since it says 'Character Sheet' right at the top. (And they said you needed to study if you want to be smart, psh.) The other printouts seem to be a page that's a guide to creating a character, and a bunch of pages with things like 'Sorcerer' and 'Barbarian' at the top. Blegh, do nerds seriously do homework for fun? Oh well, it doesn't seem that hard, you think as you look over the instruction sheet. Sima must pull this sort of thing to get first-timers a lot (though you doubt it's <i>exactly</i> this sort of thing, or you'd have probably heard about her via leaked pictures by now), because the instructions are obviously aimed at someone who's never done this before. Okay, there are 'starting stats', whatever those are, and it says you should play a Human the first time (at least you won't be embarrassed by being bugged into playing an elf... though admittedly the elves in those Lord of the Rings movies are pretty hot), and it has a bunch of tips about how to do things and where you should put stuff for certain classes.\n\nHuh. This... actually doesn't seem like it will be that hard. There's some math involved but it's like... basic stuff. You look over the sheets with the suggested classes, frowning at them, several times getting tempted to just toss them down and declare it all stupid nerd shit, but you kind of feel like you've already decided to go ahead with this and you don't want to feel like you've been intimidated out of attempting it because it was too hard for you. If nerds can do this crap, so can you! You'll just pick a class thingy... do your stats... and you need to do some stuff with skills, the sheet says you should probably do these, and this one just sounds neat so you add it, write down the 'starting equipment' section, aaaand you're done! \n\n'That wasn't so bad,' you admit, actually feeling a little smug as you glance aside, then blink at your phone. Took longer than it seemed, though, it's actually past when you're usually in bed. Don't want to have dark circles under your eyes, after all. You quickly change clothes into your pajamas, not realizing until you're already at the bed that you've also snagged your new character sheet and taken it with you. You pause, looking at it, then at your pillow. Okay, filling out a character sheet is one thing, but are you seriously going to go <i>full nerd</i> and sleep on it so that you can, what, attune your chakras to it? \n\n<hr>\n[[No, of course not.|MeanSima1x5]]\n\n[[... Wellllll...|MeanSima2x1]]

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

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

You pause as you realize your voice came out a bit shaky, and clear your throat. Must have been just, uh, sleep gunk. In... your throat. Or something, yeah. You square your shoulders a bit (and are admittedly a little amused at watching your boobs jiggle slightly with the motion, taking some of the edge off), then start again, keeping your voice firmer.\n\n"Miss Rider, Miss Rider, the sun's out today. Miss Rider, Miss Rider, won't you come out and play? Miss Rider, Miss Rider, the grass is all green. Miss Rider, Miss Rider, stop being so mean."\n\nThere. Maybe a bit less... cute, energetic, and sing-song than the typical recitation, but you got through the whole thing! And didn't get Got, so, ha, take that, creepypasta! Clearly that was-\n\n"<i>O children, O children, the night is now dark.</i>"\n\nYour eyes shoot wide open as a sweet, lyrical voice seems to wash through the dark bathroom like a breeze, wandering this way and that even as it sings. W-wha?!\n\n"<i>O children, O children, my turn for a lark. O children, O children, the grass is burned black. O children, O children, now I'll get you back!</i>"\n\nAt that instant it's as if your reflection bursts into flames, casting an eerie, fiery light on the whole bathroom that's nowhere near as bright as it should be. While you're still struck still and silent with shock and fear, you realize that the eyes staring back at you from amidst the flame aren't blue... they're purple. And then suddenly the flames are bursting out of the mirror, rushing towards you, and you start to scream-\n\nBut don't. Instead you're just standing there in front of the mirror. You blink slowly, just seeing yourself standing there... but suddenly realize your reflection <i>does</i> have purple eyes. What's more, it suddenly smiles at you... and you can feel your actual lips curling in a smile as well, despite having made no attempt to do so.\n\n"Mmm, well, aren't you cute?" you find yourself saying in a cooing tone, your body turning slightly sideways, your own hands moving without your permission and running down your sides and over your hips. Even as you panic and struggle against the motions, your body turns back and forth slightly, purple eyes watching in the mirror and your own face taking on a smug, sneering expression as your hands slide up to cup your bare breasts. "Honestly been a while since I got a body with a pair of tits at all, and these aren't too bad!"\n\nYou're utterly helpless to do anything but watch... and feel... as your own body moves without your consent, fingers slipping under the waistband of your panties at the hips and pushing them down, letting them drop and stepping out of them. Your throat makes a little pleased sound as one hand slides between your legs, stroking gently and with a great deal of experience over your folds, sending unwanted pleasure flickering through you. And further pleasure... along with a bit of pain... as your other hand moves back to one of your breasts and gives the stiff nipple a good hard pinch.\n\n"Oh I'm going to have a lot of fun with this," Mary Rider practically purrs with your mouth and throat, turning away from the mirror slightly and delivering a good hard spank to your ass, making it jiggle. "Mm! An even nicer butt than you have tits! I bet it will have some niiiice fun jiggles as we're fucked!" That sends a fresh thrill of confusion and fear through you, which she can apparently feel since she lets out a mocking peal of laughter.\n\n"Oh calm down, Cyan, we'll get to that... eventually," Mary coos in your voice as she turns and saunters back through the door. "Ohhhh, nice bedroom," she chirps before flopping down on the bed, quickly settling in and spreading your legs wide, right hand once more tucking between it to start teasing your clit and folds, left hand settling on one breast to knead it far more roughly than you'd normally do when masturbating yourself.\n\n"Mmmm... ohhhh, that's nice," Mary groans, tilting your head back and closing your eyes briefly as you're forced to feel your body moving and pleasure yourself without any input of your own. "You know I've played with so many bodies, and every one of them feels things juuuust a little differently. Ahhhh, fuck, it's been a while since I got to play with 'myself', too!" she adds with a bratty giggle. Even the moans she's making with your throat and mouth have a vaguely mocking air to them as she works her hips and writhes around on the bed, even delivering a few light slaps to your breast to keep mingling pain with the pleasure as she gradually gets your pussy wetter and wetter.\n\n"Mmmnnnnyessss... it gets soooo frustrating being without a body between summonings," she groans, practically fucking your hips up against your hand now, curling your fingers to push them inside and starting to pump her hand as well, finger-fucking you and thereby herself as you tremble helplessly inside. "And I so rarely get a body that's so perfectly in the blossom of sexuality to actually play with! Mmmm, mm fuck, mm yes I can feel you whimpering and cowering in there, you little bitch," she moan-hisses, mocking you with your own voice as she starts pumping her fingers faster. "Thought it was funny to sing the rhyme, huh, you naughty cunt? Well it's <i>my</i> naughty cunt now!" she sneers, drawing her fingers out and then delivering a slap full-on to your pussy, the witch's ghost crying out with your throat as that makes the both of you cum.\n\n"Ah... ah... oh Lord yes, that was the best one I've had in probably decades," Mary groans after a few moments, shaking your hips again. But she definitely doesn't seem to be satisfied as she instead rolls your body over onto the front and then raises up onto your knees, hand moving right back to your still sensitive pussy and sliding your fingers back in to start pumping slowly. "Mmmmn, annnh," she groans, tucking two of your fingers into your mouth and working your tongue over them, suckling them lewdly. She draws them back out to draw your hand back and swing an even harder smack at your ass, making it jiggle hard, then does it again before returning your fingers to your mouth.\n\n"You read my story, huh?" she snickers teasingly, shaking your ass in the air to an invisible audience as she continues making you lick and suck your fingers, words a bit muffled by the digits against your cheek. "Well let me tell you, maybe Daddy was right! I got sooooo horny the moment my change hit me, I would have gotten out and fucked the whole town like a bitch in heat!" she assures you, drawing your hand up and smacking your ass again, then starting to tease your asshole with your spit-lubed fingers. "Mmmm... I begged <i>him</i> to fuck me, over and over, day in and day out, him and Momma too, wagged my naughty little holes at them just pleading for them to use me if they were gonna keep me in the house like an object anyway, but those mean fuckers never would rape me! The fucking... mmmmmnnnerve!" she groans in a mixture of annoyance and satisfaction as she pushes both fingers into your ass. \n\nYou remain trapped and helpless in your own body as Mary uses it as she likes, working your hips wantonly up and down as she finger-fucks your pussy and ass, moaning whorishly in your voice and dripping your pussyjuice onto your sheets. She giggles mockingly again as she slides your fingers out of your ass and then right back into her mouth, shamelessly and unhesitatingly working your tongue over them to wet them down again before pushing them back into your ass, making you cum again, your own silent, protesting cries overwritten by Mary's sneering, slutty ones.\n\nAfter a short time she gets up and spends a bit rummaging around in your drawers. "Seriously, no <i>toys</i>? A creative, kinky girl your age? Tch. These will just have to do," she says with a smirk as she hefts up your bag of sharpie markers and carries them back over to the bed. Once again flopped on your back and with your legs spread, she gives low 'mmms' as she selects a marker and then slides the slick, slender bullet shape of it into your pussy, pumping it in and out a bit. It's only a little thicker than one of your fingers... but Mary then slides a second along inside of it. And a third. She moans as she stretches your pussy around more and more of the markers, getting you stuffed more full than you ever have been playing with yourself before as she adds one after another. Soon she's smirking and strumming your clit with your fingers, making you soak all of them. "Something to remember the next time you use them, huh, brat?!"\n\nEventually she cries out, your pussy actually squirting and dislodging several of the markers as it squeezes around them, sending them clattering to the sheets dripping wet, the other colorful caps of the markers similarly dripping with your girlcum. Mary wastes little time, this time, in picking up the markers and then turning over and getting up on your knees again, sliding first one and then another of the squirt-slick sharpies into your ass, until all four that squirted out have been slid into your formerly barely-touched pucker. She groans happily, flicking your tongue over your lips and starting to work your hips again as she strums your clit, clearly enjoying and forcing you to enjoy the sensation of being filled in both holes as she gets herself off again, more markers falling out each time.\n\nOnce she's made you (and herself) cum numerous times, she pants softly with your lips slightly parted and glances at the digital clock on your bedside, which shows 12:-... 12:00:57? Sighing softly, but fairly contentedly, she has you stand up and heads back into the bathroom, making you slap your ass with both hands several times on the way, before she comes to a stop looking in the mirror.\n\n"Now, this is how it works, Cyan," she says in a firm, commanding tone, though she still has your lips curled in a bit of a sneer. "Every night at midnight, I get your body for an hour, and I'm going to stick around until I'm satisfied... or until you get too broken to inhabit. Now if you want to lower the odds of that happening, you'll do what I say while you're in control to make sure that I can have the fun I want."\n\nShe pauses, flicking your tongue over your lips in apparent relish of the power she holds, before she continues. "So, your assignment for today is to get some toys. Some nice fun ones. At least one big one. That will satisfy me for at lea~st a little while and keep me from, shall we say, immediately involving outside parties? Be a good little brat, and obey your new owner, and maybe you~ can be one of the ones that gets out of this with her sanity intact... but probably her holes niiiice and stretched!" she adds before bursting out into a peal of mocking, entirely witchy laughter, throwing your head back and hugging your body with your arms.\n\n"GAH!" you half shriek, snapping awake and sitting upright, looking back and forth wildly. It's... morning. A bit late in the morning, but morning for sure. You stare around the room, your heart racing, quickly lifting your hands and staring at them as you move and flex your fingers, entirely of your own will. Then you sigh heavily and flop back onto the bed. Just a really fucked-up dream. ... God, you're starving. Time to get up and eat something. You swing your legs around and stand up, already stepping away from the bed.\n\n<i>tmp-clk-tmpuh-thd</i>\n\nYou blink slowly, a faint dawning dread already in the back of your head as you turn. Lying on the ground are several sharpie markers... and more are scattered around on the bedsheets.\n\n<hr>\n[[You, uh... ... you probably should get some toys...|GGUL]]\n\n[[... No, no, there has to be some other explanation!|GGUL]]\n\n[[I NEED AN OLD PRIEST AND A YOUNG PRIEST!!!!|GGUL]]

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

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

"Don't bother with them," you say with a snort. "They'd just make more trouble than they'd be worth. Maybe another century on their stands will teach them to think before they get us into another situation like this again."\n\n"As you say," Dume agrees easily. But then he never really disagrees with you, which is one of the reasons you like him so well and have been with him for over a thousand years. He pauses, glancing at the pair of hypnotized teenagers. "And these two?"\n\n<hr>\n[[Eliminate them.|GGHH]]\n\n[[Play with them.|GGHH]]\n\n[[Use them.|GGHH]]\n\n[[Ignore them.|GGHH]]

"I mean I've shown you guys how good I am at these before, right?" you say as you prop up the phone on a nearby game cabinet before moving over to the crane machine. "So let's seeeeee..." you declare a bit overdramatically as you look over the 'field'. A lot of the toys look like age has gotten to them even inside the machine, having almost dissolved into little more than stuffing or shards of plastic with a few recognizable shapes of arms or limbs or heads here and there. It's a pretty creepy effect overall, like something out of a charnel house for toys. Choosing to focus on the ones that are intact, you look around and over them.\n\n"Alright, gang, for what I can get it looks like there's... a [[big Fast Felipe doll|WilmaFun]] kind of close to the chute, that'd be a good souvenir... we've got a cat plushie, I think that character was called like '[[Gaga Gato|WilmaFun]]' or something, a [[Bunzie|WilmaFun]] action figure, those are both about as easy to get, a super easy [[little rubber alien thing|WilmaFun]] aaaand... off in the corner there's this big gold egg labeled 'Grand Prize', that one would be tough but... hm, what do you guys think...?"

"C'mere you little-" you growl, reaching out to snag the shard in between your thumb and forefinger.\n\nWhich you realize was probably not the smartest idea in the world as you feel a sharp, stinging shock that makes you yelp and topple over backward, shaking your hand wildly. Wincing, you look at your fingers, which are a bit red but at least rapidly going back to their normal color. "Way to go, lucky you didn't just fucking fry yourself," you grumble as you sit up and glare into the compartment. The thing isn't where it was, and with a blink you glance around at the floor, then peer into the compartment again... huh. Where'd it go?\n\nA moment later though a heavy pass of nausea washes over you. Pressing a hand over your mouth and concentrating on not throwing up for a few moments, you wait until it passes... or rather, just tamps down. 'Ugh, dammit... s'what getting shocked does to you,' you think miserably. You're pretty sure it's just discomfort, you don't feel actually <i>injured</i> or like you're going to pass out or anything. ... Still. You're obviously not riding a motorcycle home like this, even if it does work. You also don't feel like you could manage the walk, and it's night... pretty sure your parents will understand if you charge an Uber.\n\n"Well you're home late, what's-" Your mother blinks as you slump in the door a bit later, taking in your dirty clothes, skin, and general hangdog look. "Cyan, are you okay?"\n\n"Just had a long day," you mutter, shaking your head.\n\nThankfully she leaves it at that, just patting your hair and gesturing you up the stairs. You head on up, not really feeling like eating anything despite your earlier hunger, still a bit of nausea hanging around. Despite knowing you should shower, you decide to just strip off your clothes and flump into bed, practically passing out before your face impacts the pillow.\n\nYou wake up late the next morning, making an annoyed sound at how predictably grungy you feel after sleeping all night covered in sweat and grease. Still, at least you don't feel headachey and nauseous anymore, you think as you sit up. You do feel kind of weird, honestly, but you're not quite sure how. Things feel a bit muted and... off... but maybe that's just the bleh of being dirty, you decide as you get up and make a beeline for the shower.\n\nYou definitely do start to feel better under the spray of hot water, feeling a lot of the grime sluice off of you. Still... kind of weird, but again it's hard to say exactly how. Though as you're running your hands through your hair, an odd glint catches the corner of your eye. Blinking, you turn and glance at that area of the shower. ... Nothing there that would shine, though? You go back to what you're doing, and it happens again. This time you glance at your hand... then blink and flex your fingers. "The hell?"\n\nThere's... metal embedded in your skin. Sort of. At first you think you have splinters that you've somehow just not noticed and haven't hurt until now, until you realize they're too long for that, and actually bend with your skin when you flex your fingers. They're also a little too uniform for splinters, and seem to be right on the surface of your skin. Honestly they kind of resemble circuitboard lines more than anything else.\n\n"That's just fuckin' weird," you mutter as you bring your hand up to look at it more closely. There's not a lot of them and they don't go very far, but they're definitely on the fingers you grabbed that thing last night with.\n\nYou try not to be too disturbed as you get out of the shower and dry off, in part because you're just trying not to panic. They don't hurt and don't seem to be overtly harmful, and it's not like you feel like you're dying, so it can't be that bad, right?\n\n<hr>\n[[Search the internet for your symptoms.|GGMoto]]\n\n[[Decide to ignore it for now.|GGMoto]]

You can always get a pizza at any time... and dammit, you're going to drive up to the corner store or wherever you get it on your new motorcycle!\n\n"Okay, Cyan, think, think, logic this fucker," you mutter, sitting forward and draping your forearms on your raised knees. "It won't start, but as far as you can tell all the physical parts move, all the electrical is solid, and the OS is still there, so if you press the ignition and it won't start, that meeeeans... there's an interruption somewhere between the ignition and the board?" you continue murmuring as you get up and walk over, starting to poke around the area with the button and key. "No visible wiring so everyone assumed the ignition was directly connected to the board or something, but if it's actually... not... AHA!" you cry exultantly as you find a bit of give. Snagging a screwdriver, you manage to work it into the edge of the virtually invisible panel you've found below the ignition atop the main console and open it up. Trading the screwdriver for a flashlight, you peer inside.\n\nIt does look like you've finally found some of the cables, and access to more of the boards than you've seen before... looks like some high-end luxury stuff. How long ago did your uncle say he bought this? ... Eh. Peering in, you soon spot something that looks out of place... a sort of golden amber sliver nudged up against the board and hanging against several of the wires in a way that looks like it's dragging on them. Probably not how it's supposed to. Could this be the source of all your misery?!\n\n<hr>\n[[Grab that li'l shit!|GGMoto1x2]]\n\n[[Now now...|GGMoto2x1]]

Gazing up at him worshipfully, you get to your hands and knees and crawl forward enough to lift up, reverently placing your hands on his shaggy thighs. Making little noises of adoration and desire low in your throat, you begin licking up the cum dripping from his long, half-hard prick, giving it sweet little sucks to gather up more of the leavings of his raping you into a good, proper little love-slave.\n\nYou work your way slowly along his cock, stroking it with your hands to smear the cum into his deep black skin so you can then lick it clean again. Your master's cock, rather than growing firmer, instead continues to turn limp in your hands, as if just to demonstrate how you will not be allowed to arouse him without his permission, nor to be rewarded with another raping until he's good and ready. Moaning blissfully at being allowed to serve him nonetheless, you continue to suck and lick the black flesh clean, shivering. Holy shit, this is definitely a monsterfucker's wet dream! And yet from the steaming glops of cum still falling from your pussy and splattering on the floor, it definitely feels entirely real.\n\nOnce you've thoroughly cleaned your master's long, thick dick as it dangles and sways down his shaggy goat thighs, you move in to start sucking and licking the fur of his balls clean. The wet fluff is thick and tastes deep and musky in your mouth, and you can feel the scent of it deep in your nose wiping out any lingering traces of shame or pride. Fuck, it feels so good just sucking his balls, you think dreamily, actually draping your arm around his cock in a loose curl and stroking downward on it as you do.\n\nEventually even his balls are clean, and you sit back on your heels, grinning up at him in pride. The master chuckles, reaching down to grip his large member and uses the limp shaft to deliver a light slap across your face, making you shudder delightedly and cum a little. "Good pet. Now," he says, his X-pupiled eyes roaming over to where you dropped the book earlier. He points a finger at it, and a fiery nimbus briefly surrounds it, burning away something black and turning it briefly blue before it shifts to red and fades into the rest of the aura, which seeps into the book itself. "The book is now a Casting Grimoire... you should be able to use any of its effects at need. Your task, slut, is to go out and earn energy for me."\n\n"You got it, Master," you assure him, bowing until your forehead touches the floor, before peeking up. "... How?"\n\n"Committing lewd and reprensible acts, gathering souls for me through fell bargains, corrupting others (especially the innocent), just delivering people to me outright once you've sufficiently taken them into your power," the master says with a dismissive wave of the hand, as if this was all things you should already know by now. "Whatever. Do evil, do perversion, just earn your keep, slave, and maybe I'll rape you again every so often as a reward."\n\n"Yessir!" you chirp eagerly, daring to raise your head up and lovingly kiss the tip of his prick.\n\n"Mm. Well then," the master murmurs, before disappearing in a puff of smoke and a wash of brimstone.\n\nYou shiver in loss as he disappears... fuuuuck, there went the best cock in at least seventeen planes of existence. You guess you'll just have to earn being able to be used by it again, you muse as you reach over and pick up the book.\n\nJust touching it sends a wash of knowledge through your head... holding it apparently gives you access to the spells it holds, and you just know you'll be able to cast many of the effects... whether they were originally potions, rituals, or spells... with a wave of the hand now. That... is pretty intensely cool. And definitely lewd. You're going to have to find a messenger bag that's sized just for it, you muse, maybe one with a cutout on part of it to make it easier to touch. For now you use a cleaning spell to wipe away the summoning circle and the traces of Master's cum from the floor. You'll be able to summon him again at need now, as long as it's in an area you "control" magically.\n\nYou head into the bathroom to shower, leaving the book behind... it is, unfortunately, still an actual book, even if the magic infusing it makes it hardier and more resilient than most, you can't just carry it with you everywhere. You run your hands over your enhanced body, shivering in delight at how sensitive you are now... your fingers slide easily into your pussy when you try, and after a bit of figuring out a good position, you're able to push your entire hand into yourself. You can still squeeze tight around it easily enough, but it's obvious you've been altered to be able to take anything at <i>least</i> as big as your master's prick without much effort. You wiggle your hand inside yourself, then moan lowly as you push it in and out a few times, pussylips sucking around the bulge of your palm and closing around your wrist until you slide it back out. 'I could fuck a horse so easy,' you think dreamily. Mmm, maybe you should...\n\nYou get out of the shower eventually, taking a look at yourself in the mirror. Yup, bigger boobs, rounder hips and ass... none of them are too exaggerated, you still look within normal human proportions. Just... sexbomb normal human proportions. You head into your room and pull on one of your thongs and one of your t-shirts... they stretch easily enough to fit, though the thong rides lower than before due to this and shows off the entirety of your new slut-tattoo, and the shirt bares at least half your stomach due to stretching over your larger boobs. There is, also, the iron slave collar (more of a thin choker) around your neck... hm.\n\nYou hear the front door open and close, and your mother call, "Cyan, I'm home!" Snagging the book and tucking it against your side (and mentally rummaging through some of the spells it has to offer), you head downstairs. When you get there she's in the kitchen, setting out a pair of pizza boxes on the table. "Your dad won't be home tonight, he got called in for some long work session," she notes distractedly, not having turned to look at you yet.\n\nHm, better hit her with a spell so she won't notice anything odd about you... or just a spell in general so you can start earning Master some energy... or put a spell on yourself...\n\n<hr>\n[[Simple "Don't notice weird stuff" spell.|GGMB]]\n\n[[Cast a different spell on her.|GGMB]]\n\n[[Cast a spell on yourself.|GGMB]]

"Um," you say, which probably isn't exactly professional since the Captain shoots you a rather sharp look.\n\n"Ensign," she prompts you a bit coolly.\n\n"Sorry, Captain, it's just... I'm not sure if I'm doing something wrong or there's something wrong on the end of the readings," you explain, scowling at your board in confusion. "The sensors keep returning almost random junk noise... if something's there it's either constantly shifting around or it's confounding the sensor beams and waves somehow."\n\nCaptain Morrow's expression shifts from stern to curious, and she stands up and makes her way over to join you. The rest of the bridge crew is trying not to be too obvious about staring as she takes over the sensors, then glances at you, her spots and eyes having turned a sort of flickery orange color. "No, you did everything right, Ensign, and your latter suggestion seems to be right. It seems like it's actually repelling the sensors in ways that wind up reading as random." She considers briefly, then glances towards where Commander Sheero is manning the General Purpose console. "Load and launch an old-school camera probe."\n\n"Aye Captain," Sheero acknowledges, tapping away.\n\nA second or two later there's a flicker ahead and a trail of blue propellant exhaust as the rather antique (by Space Ranger standards) probe shoots out into space. It's a few more seconds before a holoscreen appears along the center of the forward wall, showing what looks like a long, black shape that you can't help but think is rather phallic. ... Actually it looks kinda-sorta like a giant black rubber dildo, right down to the dull gleam of the surface, just that the molded veins on the side are angular and symmetrical, and the "head" is also a bit angular, lengthened and sloped, so that it at least <i>theoretically</i> looks like a "proper" spaceship. You're honestly not sure if anyone else has picked up on it, though you do vaguely hear Shiara make a little strangled noise so its passing resemblance to Telit's own member must have clicked for her.\n\n"We are receiving a hail. I think," Mekbah announces, frowning a bit at her own board, the golden lines etched on her ridged forehead drawing further together. "From its repetition and density I believe it is an automated broadcast... perhaps the vessel is an exploratory probe of some sort?"\n\n"Hm." Captain Morrow considers, then nods. "Let's accept the hail."\n\nAs Mekbah reaches for her console, you notice something else on your own. You're not... quite sure, since the sensors are being so weird about the vessel, but something seems wrong.\n\n<hr>\n[[Say nothing.|GGSR]]\n\n[[Oh shi-!|GGSR14x7]]

"Belay that!" you blurt as realization sinks in. Then your face goes red as, though Lt. Commander Mekbah's hand freezes, Captain Morrow turns towards you slowly with a very blank look on her face, though her eyes and spots have turned a light red. "Captain, look," you say, pointing at what you saw.\n\nShe does... then blinks, spots turning yellow. "Hm. Good call, Ensign... that 'hail' is much too high energy and much <i>too</i> dense. It could be a disguised matter transportation stream." She considers briefly, before announcing, "Yellow alert. Let's raise shields and see what it does."\n\nThere's a low, steady thrum of faintly warning noise that emerges from hidden speakers as the running lights along the ceiling and floor start pulsing amber. Everyone on the bridge rather obviously holds their breath to see if the more defensive posture prompts the strange ship to do anything... like, say, try to blast you out of space... but after a few moments it becomes obvious nothing will happen.\n\n"Uknown vessel is continuing on its heading, speed unaltered," Mekbah announces after a moment. "It does not actually seem to have taken notice of us."\n\n"You may be right, Miss Mekbah, it seems likely that it's an automated probe of some kind. Perhaps the transmission is benign... then again," the Captain says with a small frown, her own 'running lights' still yellow as well. "Will its current trajectory take it into our space?"\n\n"Affirmative."\n\n"Mm. Then it's our duty to investigate it and determine its nature, I suppose," the Captain says. "Take a team and board a shuttle to go have a closer look and, if you determine you can do so without it being taken as a hostile action, attempt to board the vessel and determine its origins and intent."\n\nMekbah nods, beginning to tap at her console in preparation to leave it. Oh man, maybe you should try to get taken along! This is finally some of that real space adventure stuff you were kind of hoping for when you put in for a shipboard assignment...\n\n... on the other hand, going aboard a strange alien vessel (shaped like a sex toy, at that) seems like a good way to get Redshirted.\n\n<hr>\n[[Try to get chosen.|GGSR]]\n\n[[Mind your business.|GGSR]]

"You'll attend a briefing this afternoon and begin your full duty shifts in the morning," Captain Morrow notes before dismissing you.\n\nMekbah shows you the way to your quarters, gruffly but not unkindly explaining how to access your duty shift information using the ship station built into one wall and telling you to make sure and check it at least once a day in case your shift winds up changed or rescheduled. The room itself is only a little bit larger than the room at the academy, but the beds are wider and with more luxurious variable pads that can be set to any firmness you want or even vibrate, some much more comfortable furniture, and not one but <i>two</i> small but fully-equipped bathrooms, hallelujah. With the ease of having spent a year as roommates (and adapting to one roommate with zero shame), the four of you peel out of your cadet uniforms and don the ship's version.\n\nIt's definitely more revealing, you think with a blush as you do up the front, the bottom actually leaving a bit of skin on the sides of your crotch visible as well as the openings of the hips going all the way up to your waist. While it doesn't <i>seem</i> that much thinner when you're putting it on, when it's in place and done up it definitely sort of feels that way... not only does it hug your breasts individually much more closely (despite providing some support), there's definitely a faint outline of your nipples in the material, and a bit of an indent at your crotch. Though the sleeves aren't all that much shorter, the air on your arms combined with the air on your legs, the thinness of the material, and just generally feeling more on display does provide a slightly disconcerting feeling of being effectively naked, despite everything being covered.\n\nStill, you have to admit it's almost immediately more comfortable, you think ruefully as you pull on the boots. You glance around at the others... geez, Shiara's suit looks particularly lewd, considering her massive tits. Telit's is similarly displaying, though in her case the material seems to have hugged around her cock and balls to form into an almost perfect sphere... you're not sure what the Bluntok thinks of her new garb, but you're sure she'll tell you pretty soon.\n\nThe briefing is fairly simple and straightforward, explaining the various regulations and guidelines unique to both a deep space patroller and Captain Morrow's own ship, as well as expounding on the ship's mission in particular. The <i>Portcullis</i> patrols a strategically important area of deep space... not only is it within quick response range of distress calls from the various explorers and stellar cartographers that are pushing out into the great unknown, but apparently it functions as a sort of border guard. You have a little bit of trouble following the entire details of all the technical explanations, but the short form is, if people from beyond the settled systems' borders want to enter the settled systems, then they'd have to go by the <i>Portcullis</i>. \n\n'Sooo we really are the first line of defense against an alien invasion,' you muse, before glancing back and forth subtly, unable to suppress a slightly rueful grin. Technically to you everyone in this room is an alien, but you guess that term has a sliding scale of definition out here.\n\nAlso apparently despite being a fairly large ship, the <i>Portcullis</i> only keeps a crew of twelve on average... fifteen currently, counting you and your friends. The rest is apparently to make sure there's space for things like reinforcements on special missions or if the ship has to evacuate large numbers of people from a research base or settlement in the far reaches. Thus the long shifts... though apparently now that the four of you are here, it will equal to more off-duty days, so you guess that's a bonus, and probably accounts for how a lot of the other crewmembers are pretty nice to you. In fact the crew is quite chummy and casual overall... you suppose the fact that it's a small number of you out in the ass-end of nowhere where you're not expected to make a "civilized" port for months, if then, erodes what little there was of stiff, formal military decorum, though you're still expected to act professional when the captain's around.\n\nSpeaking of which! It's well into your third week on the <i>Portcullis</i>, and you have bridge duty! ... Which... is not nearly as exciting as it sounded back when you were thinking of <i>Star Trek</i>. Specifically, for you, bridge duty consists of sitting at the sensor station monitoring... pretty much nothing. There's a lot of that around here. Still, you've gotten used to the slight tedium (and the uniforms) so it's just another day sort of mentally killing time as you watch the feeds, trying not to let your brain glaze over. You almost jump when there's a small 'Pay attention' chirp from your board, for a split second thinking it was chastising you for starting to drift off, before you realize that it was actually telling you it's picked up something.\n\nYou glance towards the center of the bridge... most of the stations are arranged in a half-circle along the back wall, the only two ahead being the captain's chair and the navigation console. Right now the front windows (you're not 100% sure they're actually windows but haven't bothered to ask) are showing still, unblinking stars, the same ones you've been staring at for three days, with Shiara sitting manning them (though having to sit back further than most people to keep her chest from blocking her view). The captain's chair is situated right in the center of the bridge, vaguely thronelike in its well-padded comfortable glory, using holoscreens instead of physical consoles. Captain Morrow is settled rather regally in it, eyes fixed on one of the holoscreens, attentiveness and expression saying she's reading an important report, her faintly pink-shaded spots and blatantly stiff nipples saying she's reading an important romance novel. \n\nWell, shouldn't interrupt her before you even figure out what the sensors detected. You turn your attention quickly back to them, determining it was-\n\n<hr>\n[[-a ship.|GGSR14x5]]\n\n[[-orders from Command.|GGSR]]\n\n[[-a distress call.|GGSR]]\n\n[[-a strange phenomenon.|GGSR]]\n\n[[-space noise.|GGSR]]

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

"No, you were right the first time, I don't want to wind up pissing off Hernandez by acting like I'm too good for the interstellar equivalent of guard duty," you say with a sigh, folding your arms ov-... under your chest. (You're still getting used to your "new growth'.) "Besides, as has been so delicately pointed out, my situation is a little tenuous. I fuck around on this front, I'm likely to find out."\n\n"Ah fuck, guess you're right. Well shit," Telit huffs, then shrugs. "Well, not much fuckin' for it then, is there? Guess we better make the most of the next couple of days, then."\n\nFor Telit that means spending the next couple of days in the nearest shore leave town getting drunk and hitting on anything with vaguely identifiable sexual characteristics (with a surprisingly high rate of success, as far as you can tell). Still, she manages to haul herself to the spaceport on time the day of departure, despite nursing a headache and being considerably grumpier (albeit quieter) than normal, apparently too hung over to even snap at Gaio for her tendency towards volume and exuberance at taking a trip.\n\nAnd thus begins a long, not terribly fun journey of ship rides and layovers, both lasting anywhere from a few days to over a week. As pointed out earlier, the Space Rangers are basically the military, despite being a sometimes rather cartoonish and oversimplified form of it, but apparently the fact that they can't be assed to make it in any way easy or convenient for their service people to follow the orders they've been given still holds. Several times you're pretty sure you go 'backwards' towards the academy as far as relative travel in space goes, and at least once you're 90% certain you stop at a stardock that you've been to before on this journey. Apparently this route makes some sense to whatever logistics officer was responsible for getting you to your posting without the Rangers having to spend one more credit than necessary. Sigh.\n\nOf course it's not <i>entirely</i> awful. Some of the ships you wind up traveling on and the places you wind up staying at are actually pretty interesting. Naturally none of the really nice places are the ones where you get the particularly long trips/layovers, but you do manage to accumulate both some fun memories (alone and with the rest of your little squad) and a handful of weird souvenirs you're sure would get stolen and confiscated by the government if you ever went home, for all the good it would likely do them actually trying to figure out how a thing you're fairly convinced is a real-life Gyroid from Animal Crossing works.\n\nYou're on one of your last few layovers (supposedly), a fairly bland city-planet sort of place, and strolling around in your cadet uniform of the somewhat more understated red-white-and-blue bodysuit and light jacket with the emblem on the back, when you hear something that straightens your spine with shock.\n\n"Hey, Earth girl!"\n\nYou can't help but turn, and spot someone strolling over, a big grin on her face. She... looks human too. You've learned that there are a fair scattering of humans (or what are effectively humans) out in this space, but that a lot of them consider themselves other races (having mildly speciated at some point, apparently) and that pretty much none of them have actually heard of Earth. This human apparently has... she's pretty eyecatching, too, with shortish dark hair with a streak of color in the bangs that keeps changing color, a pair of opaque black sunglasses, and an extremely flashy and dashing long black coat with a glowing red interior (oh wait, it's changing color too, just slower, now it's green), and similarly striking getup underneath it that has a lot of straps and textured parts and cleavage. In fact she's dressed kind of... well, pirate-y, not to put too fine a point on it.\n\n"So you are, huh? You had that faint 'this is all kinda fucked' look on your face," the woman chuckles, coming to a stop in front of you. She's maybe a little younger than your mother, tall and lean (in fact she doesn't have an absolute ton of cleavage, but she's definitely showing off what she's got with full pride). "Let me guess, you were snagged by that Space Ranger recruitment dealio and yanked halfway across the galaxy, right?"\n\n"You... got it in one," you admit, nodding slowly. "What, are you saying the same thing happened to you?"\n\n"Nah, but I'm familiar with it. Tell you what, let me buy you a drink, you can tell me all about it and I'll tell you about me, 'kay?"\n\nYou can't really see any reason to refuse, other than the vague potential that you could get into trouble just talking to her if she is a pirate. ... Actually you're not aware of any regs that forbid you to just have drinks and a conversation with a criminal, so you nod and follow her to a nearby bar. You've gotten pretty used to finding what you usually just think of as The Blue Stuff on every menu... practically every bar you've encountered carries it, and it's like the one thing guaranteed not to either mildly poison you or do something weird on every drink menu. 'Still don't know if I actually like this stuff,' you muse as you sip your glass of it while you and your new acquaintance settle down at a table.\n\n"Name's Sasha."\n\n"Cyan."\n\n"So, Cyan, why don't you tell me how you wound up out here and in cadet togs?"\n\nAnd so you tell her. Pretty much the whole story, not that it actually takes that long. When you're finished, Sasha sits there laughing quietly, a gloved hand on her face, the glowlines on it apparently reacting to the sound and flickering through multiple colors. After a moment she lowers her hand and shakes her head.\n\n"Well that's the most interesting variation of that story I've heard so far, no lie," she admits. "I can't believe you actually managed to make a military court change its mind from the default sentencing, and to something better not worse."\n\nYou shrug, not really sure what to say to that. "Well I'm a third of the way through this now, still trying to figure out what I'm gonna do after I graduate and can leave."\n\n"Mm. Well, more on that in a minute," Sasha hedges. "But first off, let me tell you who I am in return. I'm sort of what you'd call 'second generation abductee'... all four of my grandparents were humans who were abducted from Earth by aliens, and either managed to escape or work their way free. There's little communities of us that haven't quite submitted to speciation and forgetting where we came from yet," she adds. "So. I've never seen Earth, but I'm pretty keen to someday."\n\nYou nod slowly at that. "Man, this must happen way more than we know."\n\n"I'm guessing if you looked at the rate at which people tend to just disappear without a trace on Earth you'd be pretty shocked. Not exactly something the authorities want to talk about, most likely," Sasha snorts. "More relevantly, my current crew is all Earth-descended humans... or Earth humans. About half of them are the results of the same stupid program that snagged you," she continues, grinning a bit at your shocked look. "It went on for a good few years before it sounds like your little escapade was the final straw. And Earth was apparently seeded with those damn suits pretty heavily."\n\n"Fucking hell."\n\n"Yup. Anyway, some of them took the option to just be put off on the nearest planet, and actually managed to survive, others finished out their tour. Fair few deserted," she adds with obviously deliberate casualness, as if just testing the waters. When you don't flush in outrage or start shouting about duty and loyalty, she nods and continues. "But I'm always on the lookout for more. Or other abductees. Anyway, to wrap up that thrust of the conversation, my current goal is to make enough money to buy a ship with a jump drive capable of reaching Earth by doing whatever sort of jobs come to hand."\n\n"... By which you mean...?" you prompt, raising an eyebrow.\n\nShe raises one of her own in turn, just sort of grinning around the rim of her own glass of Blue Stuff. "<i>Whatever</i> sort of jobs come to hand."\n\nRight. So definitely probably at least a little piracy here and there. Speaking a bit slowly, not particularly sure you should even be humoring her any further at this point, you say, "And I guess the point of you telling me all this is that you'd like me to join your crew?"\n\n"I would," she answers, nodding firmly. "You'd definitely be a valuable addition, if you've spent the last year actually being <i>taught</i> how to survive out here... not that being thrown into the fire over and over again and managing not to get completely crisped isn't its own sort of education," she adds dryly. "But they've been teaching you lessons on different weaponry, how to work the systems, all the different species, mainly stuff like that?"\n\n"A little maintenance and repair," you note, still uncertainly. "Not as much as the rest."\n\n"That tracks. But yeah, even if you were fresh off the transporter beam I'd still take you."\n\n"Mm." You take a longer pull on your Blue Stuff, mulling that over. "Yeah, just... I dunno. I have my friends, and... I ride this out for two more years and I can go home all legal. ... What?" you ask, frowning as she glances away and makes a 'yuh-huh' face.\n\n"Yeaaah, sorry to break it to you, Cy, but you only get to leave at the end of your stay at the academy if they feel like it."\n\nThat makes you scowl deeply. "No way, it's the terms of my court sentence. I complete the academy I can be done, that's it."\n\n"You were sentenced to the academy and had to complete the three year course to satisfy it, but that means you still registered at the academy," Sasha replies in an overly reasonable tone. "And part of the provision of academy entry is that they can compel you to take a commission after graduation, and I quote regs, 'if the number of Space Rangers in active service is not sufficient to keeping peace and order in the galaxy'."\n\n"What?" you rasp, feeling a cold wave pass over your skin.\n\n"Yeah, and funny thing, there's no actual legal definition of what is a 'sufficient' number of Space Rangers, so it's basically entirely up to them whether they get to make you take a commission and whether you have to reup at the end of it too. The <i>only</i> way out is resignation, which comes back to immediately dumping you on the nearest world with a Ranger facility with nothing. Check the terms of your contract, it's there if you don't believe me," she adds breezily.\n\nWhich is a bullshit line designed to not make you check... and yet it's also entirely in line with your experiences so far, so you'd tend to believe her. You brood on that for a bit, considering. Assuming she's not just telling an unnecessarily elaborate fiction in an attempt to pressgang you herself, it sounds like she'd actively try to get you back to Earth, as opposed to just not standing in your way at the end of your parole, which is about the most the Rangers have promised you. And the fact that you've spent the last few <i>months</i> essentially being flotsam drifting on the whims of a massive uncaring bureaucracy certainly hasn't left you with a feeling that the service is as loyal to you as it expects you to be to it.\n\nStill. Right now you've at least got an end date in sight. And even if what she's saying is true, it's only theoretical that they could compel you to take a commission... surely they've got a lot of cadets more appealing to force service out of than you, if they feel like that's necessary. Ditching your orders to join the crew of someone that's all but admitted to being a criminal would not only be abandoning your friends, it would be instantly making you a wanted criminal, basically to be arrested and sent directly to some sort of prison on sight, likely whichever one the arresting officer considered either most convenient or most fitting to the magnitude of your crime in their eyes. Plus what if they <i>blamed</i> the rest of your squad somehow and it hurt their careers, or actually got them in trouble? ... But is it fair to expect you to shoulder that when all this started by you essentially being kidnapped?\n\n<hr>\n[[Accept Sasha's offer.|GGSR]]\n\n[[Decline it.|GGSR14x3]]

After a few moments of thinking it over, you shake your head. "Sorry. I mean, I do really appreciate it, don't think I don't, just that there's also a lot of reasons I think it's better if I try to ride this out."\n\n"Well. If that's how you feel," Sasha says, lifting her hands to shoulder-height in a shrug. "If you ever change your mind, you can leave a message for me on the board at this place," she notes, gesturing to the electronic screen that seems to have a number of digital recreations of posters, post-it notes, and even "torn" scraps of paper on it. "It'll get to me eventually," she adds, as if just to make it clear she might not necessarily be back in herself.\n\nYou nod, and decline to make any promises about how you won't mention her to anyone else... mostly because that just seems like what someone who was going to run right to a superior officer and ask if there were any warrants out on a Human named Sasha would do. Instead the two of you exchange a few more pleasantries before she gets up and wanders off. You sit and brood on the whole thing a bit more before doing your best to put it out of your mind and head back to your current billet.\n\nLuckily it turns out that this won't be one of your last layovers, it will be <i>the</i> last, you find out in the morning. The <i>Portcullis</i> apparently got tired of waiting for you to be sent to it and came further in to pick you up... or rather, sent a fast-moving automated shuttle to pick your squad up. You, Shiara, Gaio, and Telit board the small vessel with your bags, likely all filled with different varieties of mixed worry and anticipation about finally being face-to-face with your new posting and relief that all the bouncing around spaceports is over.\n\nSoon you're looking out at the Portcullis itself... a long, sort of squarish white vessel that slowly tapers and slopes downwards to a blunted point at the tip, with a pair of long, broad rounded-off rectangular "wings" that start towards the top and gradually angle downward, then back in, not quite making contact with the hull again. The back end is completely flat, and apparently hosts more than one bay, since the shuttle docks in the upper part of it.\n\nWhen you exit, it's to find three women waiting for you... the one in the lead is fairly human-looking, just with a series of faintly-glowing blue spots running along the sides of her face and along the line of her jaw, and from what you can see down her neck; otherwise she's a fairly normal-looking woman about your mother's age, with golden blonde hair cut to about the top of her neck, with the large chest and generous hips you've come to expect from most female Space Rangers. To either side of her are a woman with chalk-white skin and three shortish horns rising from her forehead and solid black eyes and bright blue hair that falls between her horns and is pulled into a ponytail in back, and a woman with dark brown skin and a slightly armor-plated looking forehead with little gold designs set in it, her eyes bright yellow and hair deep, flat black and cut to shoulder length, both of them looking in their twenties. All fairly normal looks out here, though the thing you find noteworthy is that rather than the standard Space Ranger suits, they're wearing rather more 'abbreviated' versions... the collars aren't quite as high, they have three-quarters sleeves and detached fingerless gloves, and the bottoms are cut one-piece style, leaving most of their hips bare, with detached boots that come up to a bit below the knee. Though they're red-white-and-blue like the more standard uniforms, they focus more on the white with heavy accents of blue, and only a few bits of red trim here and there.\n\n"Cadet Captain LaChance?" the blonde says pleasantly as she steps forward, hands clasped behind her back. "I'm Captain Morrow, your new commanding officer."\n\n"Ma'am," you answer, dropping your bag to salute, the other three doing the same. "Cadet LaChance, reporting as ordered."\n\n"Not that they made it easy for you, hm?" Morrow says with a bit of a twinkle in her similarly faintly glowing blue eyes, although both they and her spots shade a bit lighter as she does. "No, no, no need to say anything, and better if you don't, but you're hardly the first ones to have to go through 'first available seat hell' to get to the <i>Portcullis</i> or any other deep space patroller. So we'll keep it brief for now. First of all, if you want to blame someone for your suffering, blame me, I requested you for this posting because I liked you and your squad's grades and work."\n\nNo one actually turns their heads, but a number of eyes slide towards Telit. Telit, for her part, keeps quiet, though she looks like she'd be more offended at the presumption if she weren't having to try so hard not to say anything rude.\n\n"Second, these are my first officer, Commander Sheero, and my Head of Ops, Lieutenant Commander Mekbah," the Captain continues, the horned woman and then the yellow-eyed woman nodding in that order. "The Commander will of course be overseeing your assignments and performance reviews, and the Lieutenant Commander will most often be overseeing your performance while you're on duty. While you're here you'll be treated as and referred to as Ensigns rather than your cadet ranks. I'm afraid that means you won't technically be a 'squad' anymore, but you will still be bunking together. The rooms for the lower-ranking officers are shared but I think you'll find them even more comfortable than the rooms at the academy."\n\n"It's a long assignment far from the comforts of home, so we bring as many comforts as possible with us," Sheero speaks up, her voice light and pleasant despite her slightly imposing appearance, tinged with a vaguely familiar but slightly "off" accent. "As Ensigns your use of the assemblers and lightrooms is rationed but not unduly, and you can easily earn extra rations. Because we don't have a particularly large crew, we do work longer shifts than most other shipboard postings... thus the altered uniforms."\n\n"Trust me, it might not seem like much, but at the end of the day having that much extra skin that can breathe and a bit less of the suit pressing against you when you move makes a difference," the Captain notes with a light laugh, her eyes and spots flickering through a few colors. "Besides, the whole crew is female... and female-identifying," she adds as a slight afterthought with a glance towards Telit, who simply gives a small shrug of acknowledgement. "So no need to worry about feeling exposed. You'll find your uniforms waiting for you on your bunks. Now, I'll let Miss Mekbah show you to your rooms, unless you have anything else to address with me?"\n\n<hr>\n[["Thank you, Captain."|GGSR14x4]]\n\n[["Actually, Captain..."|GGSR]]

"I don't know that one," Telit notes with a frown, apparently annoyed enough to forego any cursing or abuse. She usually likes to be the most informed about all the ships, potential postings, and goings-on around the academy.\n\nYou start clicking through the briefing, and make a face. "Yeaaaah that's probably because it's an edge-of-space patrol cruiser."\n\n"Awwww <i>fuck</i>," Telit growls, flinging her hands up and storming away a bit, the other two grimacing as well (although Shiara the least). "Well fuckin' kiss any hopes of decent ports for shore leave goodbye, ladies, because we're gonna be in the ass end of the prostate of the boonies! Get lucky and we <i>might</i> get to go aboard a longrange science station and fuck a couple of lonely nerds!"\n\n"This bites," Gaio whimpers, although she's clearly trying not to go off quite as much as Telit is. \n\n"N-now, edge of space patrol is still a very important duty," Shiara says, holding up her hands, and making a bit of a sheepish face when all three of you look at her. "No, I'm serious, I'm not just trying to make the best of it. The Space Rangers on those patrols are responsible for all sorts of vital duties servicing and protecting the furthest-out efforts of the allied systems, and they're also the first line of defense against any potential unknown threats. And those captains have autonomy about how they run things that's unmatched to any of the in-system ships."\n\n"... Well I like the word 'autonomy'," Telit murmurs, putting her hands on her hips and considering. She makes a face though as she says, "But still what the fuck? I mean it's not like I was 100% we were gonna get some ultra-glamorous assignment, but our grades are good enough that I didn't expect to get punted to the edge of space for a year."\n\n"Maybe I should go talk to Captain Hernandez," Gaio says, turning and taking a few steps towards the door.\n\n"NO!" you, Shiara, and even Telit all blurt, leaping forward to grab her by the shoulders. Even the Bluntok is well aware that if Gaio is allowed to get going about something that's upset her, she'll soon be yowling and screaming like there's no tomorrow.\n\n"I mean, if anyone talks to him, it should be me, I'm the squad leader," you point out, Gaio pouting a little and tucking her tail down, but nodding.\n\n"Um, I really don't think that's a good idea," Shiara notes. "That's... coming really close to questioning orders. ... Like it would literally be questioning our orders to report for duty at the Portcullis. I'm not sure we should."\n\n"Oh hey look at this shit too," Telit notes, having taken the tablet from you and clicked over. "The ship's so far out that we don't even get the summer off, we've gotta set out to take like thirty different transfers three days from now."\n\n"... but if you wanted to talk to him you're the squad leader..." Shiara murmurs, glancing down and fiddling her hands together in front of her belly (not that she's likely able to see them with her chest in the way).\n\n<hr>\n[[Go talk to Hernandez.|GGSR]]\n\n[[Accept your fate.|GGSR14x2]]

Best to make sure something big didn't come up. You make your way around the stage area to the, well, staging area, past where a number of the bands are working, though some of them are craning their necks too, clearly looking for their more famous accompaniment. You don't spot him either, so you search out the curtained-off back area that Tanya's been using as a sort of office. Really it's just some big curtains separating it from the staging area and the rest of the park, but Tanya set up some tables and things there to use it as essentially an office.\n\nAnd, you realize with a blink, apparently it's where Chuck Muckrey has put his horse, the black-maned chestnut stallion leaning its head down and nipping placidly at some grass, long reins tied to a little stand nearby. The man himself is not in evidence, but Tanya is, stalking back and forth and obviously fuming as she talks on the phone.\n\n"No I wasn't fucking told! Nobody fucking told me this, that's the sort of thing that you need to fucking tell someone! If he wants that sort of bullshit then you should send someone out to do it for him! ... Oh well I am <i>sorry</i> but you neglected to put that as an option on your fucking pricing plan! Fuck you, this isn't over, you think the teamster's union is scary wait'll you get a load of me!" Tanya snaps before stabbing the disconnect button with a finger.\n\n"Um." You look from her, to the horse, back to her. "Problem?"\n\nTanya just stands there looking pissed for a moment, before she says, "So apparently it's not a gimmick, it's freaky musician eccentricity. Ol' Chuckamuck travels with his horse because apparently if he's not constantly able to check on its welfare he gets too anxious to perform. All well and good, but <i>apparently</i> he can't even go on at all unless the horse is happy. ... And satisfied."\n\n"... I'm not sure I follow," you say, because your brain is refusing to follow where she's obviously going.\n\n"I'm saying Chuck Muckrey won't fucking go on unless his horse gets jerked off," Tanya says with a sigh, giving said horse a glare, despite it just looking back at her calmly. She waggles her phone at you. "I sent one of the other bands back on to buy us time and made up some bullshit about Chuck's guitar being lost in the shuffle, that'll buy us a couple of songs' worth at least before your guests get pissed off and this party tanks your reputation, but we've gotta figure out what to do."\n\n"... Do?" you echo faintly.\n\n"Let's be blunt, one of us is gonna hafta get the horse off," Tanya says flatly, gesturing at the stallion with her phone. "Now either you can do it yourself, or I can charge you a <i>fuckton</i> of money and I'll do it. What's it gonna be, and let's not beat around the bush with all 'heavens sake, oh my gosh, heavens to betsy', just make a decision."\n\n<hr>\n[[... You'll do it.|HolJuly]]\n\n[[... Tanya should do it.|HolJuly]]\n\n[[No one should do it!|HolJuly]]\n\n[[... Well what if we do it together...|HolJuly]]

"Well, it's the Fourth, and there's not many other genres where you find as many shameless patriotic Americans as country," you note.\n\nTanya grimaces, then sighs. "Yeah, I see your point. Not exactly my personal taste, but it's your party, after all." Then she perks up, "Oh hey actually that reminds me, I filed it away but didn't think about it because it's not usually something I'm called on for, but I actually have Chuck Muckrey's agent's number."\n\n"<i>The</i> Chuck Muckrey?" you echo, eyes widening a little. "'The singer so country he arrives on a horse'?"\n\n"Yeah, that guy, gotta hand it to him fuckin' riding out on stage with a horse is a hell of a gimmick. If he's not booked yet I bet I can wrangle us a deal, pard."\n\nYou have to admit, you're impressed that Tanya is in fact able to secure Chuck Muckrey's appearance on relatively short notice, and on a holiday where he'd otherwise be in such demand. But you're assured that he (and his horse) will be there, so you and Tanya turn your attention to the rest of the party and hiring other bands, keeping with a generally country-ish theme at least so that none of them clash too badly with your star performance.\n\nThe big day arrives, and gradually the guests begin pouring into the park that Tanya's rented. You have to admit it's a big ego boost to feel like you've put on some kind of <i>official</i> function with how big the space is, all the food and even actual vendors in many cases, selling specialty items, beer, and merch for the bands. Chuck Muckrey's horse trailer is on prominent display, people coming by just to take pictures of it, the other bands playing throughout the day, spelling each other but keeping up a nice constant feel of Americana over the whole park.\n\nChuck's scheduled to go on promptly at sundown, and at the appointed time everyone starts crowding around the stage, the last band before his giving their thanks and sidling off. The time arrives... and passes. Almost instantly people start muttering and checking their watches... obviously a lot of them are impatient for the <i>actual famous</i> person to turn up, and they're being denied it, even by a few minutes. Uh-oh, what to do?\n\n<hr>\n[[Just wait.|HolJuly]]\n\n[[Get up and stall.|HolJuly]]\n\n[[Go check with Tanya.|HolJuly8x3]]

"People love listening to music at Fourth of July parties, live bands are practically tradition," you note.\n\n"True that, lots of people will gush about it if you can get someone at least semi-famous. Though I could probably swing 'actually famous' or at least 'mildly has-been', if I put my mind to it," Tanya mutters as she types. "Whattya think, one big name band and then fill it out with talented locals?"\n\n"That sounds like a good idea," you agree approvingly.\n\n"Alright, so what genre are you thinking for our big name? That'll affect who I'm able to get, after all."\n\n<hr>\n[[Rock.|HolJuly]]\n\n[[Country.|HolJuly8x2]]\n\n[[Rap.|HolJuly]]\n\n[[Folk.|HolJuly]]

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

-Update 1-\n*<b>Main:</b> Plushified Jamie can see that the dildo Tanya is getting out is [[really weird|QOVex4x4]].\n*<b>Main:</b> Eric can now [[blackmail|RanDeb1x12]] Ranma with the footage he took after using the Slowburn on her.\n*<b>Main:</b> I considered and realized that 'Barbarian' didn't seem very likely as something Layla would pick. It's been replaced with [[Druid|MeanSima1x5]].\n-Update 2-\n*<b>Main</b>: Cyan's infiltration of her parents' secret party can [[continue|GGParent15x2]].\n-Update 3-\n*<b>Main</b>: Eric can summon the [[Orgasmatron|RanDeb2x1]] to use on Ranma.\n*<b>Main:</b> Jamie can have a [[realization|QOMeta1x10]] when facing Cognitive Tanya.\n-Update 4-\n*<b>Main</b>: Jamie can [[kiss Emi|QOBro1x12]] after actually talking to him on their hookup date.

"Er, sorry Bambi, I just really can't," you say.\n\nThere's silence for a moment, then a resigned sigh. "<i>Yeah, okay, it was a big ask for someone you barely know. I'll just keep trying the kennel. Okay, thanks anyway, Cyan.</i>"\n\n"No problem, sorry again, Bambi." You end the phone call, feeling a little guilty, but reminding yourself that hey, you're allowed to decide what you do with your own time.\n\nYou go on to have a perfectly normal two weeks of flopping around like a sloth, watching anime, gaming, and eating like someone with a teenage furnace metabolism. Everything's pretty awesome, and your parents come home and life goes on as normal. You do take a little longer to build your cordial relationship with Bambi than you might otherwise, but still everything's fine.\n\n... What?\n\nWere you expecting something awful to happen because you rejected someone's request for help?\n\nYou know that's not really how these things work, right? Like, this is just a weird fantasy porn story, you're not being morally punished for not being a saint if you do something un-saintly and then bad stuff happens, it's just to further the story and put in more porn. It's storytelling, not life lessons!\n\nYou know that, right?\n\nRight?\n\n... Sigh. Do you <i>need</i> something bad to happen to you if you decline to help out your friend?\n\n<hr>\n(([[I would really be more comfortable if it did.|GGDog]]))\n\n(([[My anxiety has assured me the world will end if I refuse anyone's halfway reasonable request.|GGDog8x5]]))\n\n(([[No, no, I'm good, but I want details on the two weeks!|GGDog]]))\n\n(([[We can just end it here, Cyan hasn't fucked anyone yet so I'm gonna do a U-turn.|GGDog]]))

Bruh. For real?\n\nFor really real?\n\n... Sigh.\n\nOkay look, I will have the world end because you did something 100% reasonable and inconsequential this time, but you need to like talk with someone about this, okay?\n\n<hr>\n(([[Okay, promise, now make with the space whale aesop apocalypse.|GGDog8x6]]))

You're a twenty-three-year-old woman named Cassandra, though "Cass" is usually better... "Cassandra" sounds a little too dignified and respectable for someone like you, you're pretty sure everyone would agree. Because you are terrible. You are a Genuine Loser Girlfriend, but without the being a girlfriend part. You're entirely sure that you have every single social anxiety known to humankind... just, y'know, not enough of it that it actually keeps you from going outside and interacting with the world when you absolutely have to (like for your job), which in your tiny little personal opinion is worse, because you actually have to put up with doing it regularly rather than hiding away in your nice dark little cave like you want to.\n\nYou're kind of tall for a girl (strike one), with long black hair you can never quite seem to tame into those luscious waves other girls get it to (strike two), pale skin that shows every little blemish clearly (strike three), you wear glasses over your very normal brown eyes (the umpire is yelling at you), you don't work out or eat that great so you're kinda... um, not necessarily fat but pretty squishy (the coach is yelling at you), and you maybe shower and uh trim things less often than you should (both teams are yelling at you). So... yeah. You uh... ... yeah.\n\nAnd so it is on this morning that you shamble zombieishly out of your room, covering a yawn and gazing blearily from behind your slightly smudged and askew glasses. (You keep resisting the urge to clean them on your shirt because that's how they got smudged in the first place... you haven't done laundry in a while.) You're currently clad in just a long white T-shirt (it's still mostly white) that comes partway down your thighs, your bare feet <i>tmp</i>ing on the apartment's hardwood floors.\n\n"Well look who's still alive," you hear with a soft snort from the kitchen counter. Laura, one of your roommates, is already dressed in her nice, put-together outfit for her job at the mall, auburn hair carefully brushed and braided and shining, amber-colored eyes watching you as keenly as a wolf's. Laura is... frustratingly pretty and put-together. With her looks and fashion sense and people sense and confidence (that's a lot of -ens), she really seems like she should be on an executive track at some Fortune 500 company... instead she works at one of the department stores at the mall. You think because it's more convenient for her very packed social life. She's also pretty sharp-tongued and doesn't spare you the commentary... she's not really <i>mean</i> about it but she's not exactly sweet either. (As opposed to your other roommate Heather who's like the nicest person in the world.)\n\n"Mmn," you grunt, hanging your head a bit as you go to the fridge to get out the creamer.\n\n"The bags under your eyes are more impressive than usual," Laura notes as you pour a mug a quarter full of cream and then jab the coffee pod machine to 'Strongest'. "Stay up all night again?" she asks as she sips her own coffee.\n\n"... Mm," you grunt in the 'fair cop' register.\n\n"Masturbating all night again?" she further prods, quirking one perfect slender eyebrow.\n\nYour face goes red, and you squirm in place, tapping your index fingertips together. "...... Mm," you grunt softly, in a more embarrassed 'fair cop' register. You, um... you may be a little addicted to getting yourself off. A little. ... A-also porn. ..... And sex toys. Though, um, you haven't worked up the guts to get... really... creative there.\n\nLaura sighs as she rises from the little breakfast counter. (It's the sort of apartment that has a "breakfast counter", because it is pretty nice, but that's also why it takes three salaries to rent it.) She tosses the last of her own coffee in the sink and sets down the mug, then turns towards you. "Honestly, Cass, genuinely all it would take to have boys, girls, whatever falling all over you is if you just got a decent night's sleep, took a really good shower, and wore something that fit."\n\n"Um. But... I kind of have, like... negative amount of social skills," you whisper, squirming some more.\n\nLaura rolls her eyes. "Honey you don't need social skills you have these," she says flatly, reaching out to cup your chest front-on and lift.\n\nYou yelp loudly, before your face goes even more red. You are sort of... um... well maybe just slightly... huge... there. Like not the hugest you've ever seen, because you used to live on this street where some of the adult ladies were like <i>wow</i>, especially that one with the long blue hair, but you're pretty "2010s fanservice anime" levels of boobtacular, you have to admit. \n\n"Th-th-th-that's not true!" you manage to protest, just almost bringing the volume of your voice up to 'normal person's speaking level'. "I didn't get a-a-a-any dates all through high school <i>or</i> college!"\n\n"High school boys were probably intimidated, and honey remember we were roommates in college too, I had to literally drag you out to any social function and the moment we did you went scrambling for a dark corner. You never gave anyone a <i>chance</i> to hit on you."\n\n"... well... that's... I mean... mm," you conclude, in a much whinier 'fair cop' tone.\n\n"Listen, what you've got going on here?" Laura continues, waggling a finger at you and then back towards the gloomy, cracked-open door of your lair. "That's not sustainable. You need to make a change, honey. You need to do more about getting out of this. ... Or at least make this work for you," she adds with another eyebrow quirk. "We're overdue for a talk about it, honestly, so if you're ready, let me know before I leave," she adds, giving you a little flippant wave as she turns and heads into her room, no doubt to further immaculatize her current immaculateness.\n\nYou pout after her, then brood as you pick up your coffee mug with both hands and sip (broodily). She's maybe... kinda-sorta right. It's not like you're particularly happy with the way things are. ... Nor are you particularly unhappy, you guess. You just sort of... are. Is that sign enough you need to make a change? ... hrm...\n\n<hr>\n[[Maybe you should talk to Laura.|Cass]]\n\n[[Maybe you should talk to Heather instead.|Cass2x1]]\n\n[[Maybe you should go touch grass.|Cass]]\n\n[[Maybe you should realize you need to get ready for work.|Cass1x1]]

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

As you're still standing there sputtering in shock, there's a high, rising whining sound in the room, and then a pair of the bodysuited dogmen appear on either side of you, both instantly letting out long howls like, well, like dogs reacting to a dog whistle. But they also immediately reach out and grab you by the upper arms, hauling you up and off your feet.\n\n"H-hey!" you protest, kicking and thrashing, for all the good it does you.\n\n"This is Retrieval Team Warf-Harn, we have the prisoner in custody," the one on your left, who looks a lot like a humanoid bloodhound, reports.\n\n"<i>Understood, activating retrieval beam</i>," a voice answers.\n\nInstantly the whine begins again, provoking the bloodhound and his bulldog companion into both howling again, even as the world goes all wobbly and fuzzy, and then suddenly snaps back into a round room, with another dogman in a bodysuit standing behind a console and howling along with both of them as well.\n\nThen all three of them snap out of it and make no further comment as you're marched out of the room and through the halls. The corridors are bustling with numerous, well, aliens, all of them looking like various breeds of dog, but upright and wearing bodysuits of different patterns and colors. All of them seem to be male, too, to judge by the chests and the fairly prominent bulges at their crotches. You're march-carried along until a door opens into a large room with another humanoid canine sprawled on what looks a lot like a throne at the opposite end of it.\n\nWhile all of the dogmen so far have looked entirely like domestic breeds, this one definitely looks more like a wolf. A wolf with such deep, dark black fur that he'd practically be nothing but a shadow on the throne, if not for his almost glowing yellow eyes and the bright white bodysuit complete with golden pauldrons and cape. Flanking the throne on either side are a pair of similarly wolflike Canitos, although they're both pale grey and white, with sort of hazel, almost blue eyes, wearing black bodysuits with silver pauldrons.\n\n"Well well, if it isn't the girl who doomed the world," the wolfman says with a low, reverberating chuckle, his voice like a bass thrum up and down your spine. \n\n"I..." You stare at him, then glance back and forth at the guards, and at the pair holding you, before looking back at him and whimpering, "Man, I just wanted two weeks to myself, that's all!"\n\nThat makes the entire room burst into derisive laughter, the wolf rising to his feet from his throne and putting his hands on his hips, his thick, shadowy tail wagging slowly behind him. "You see? How she still defends the most selfish action in the entire history of the galaxy? Hahahaha! Strip her," he adds dryly, glancing aside.\n\nImmediately the waiting pair of guards stride forward, making you yelp and shriek as they grab at your clothes and tear them away, seams parting and zippers bursting, as in a matter of seconds you're rendered naked. Your "escorts" toss you forward as they step back, sending you sprawling to hands and knees on the floor, and then looking up as the wolfman strides over to stand in front of you.\n\n"What are your orders for her, Lord Fang?" one of the guards asked.\n\n"I haven't quite decided yet," Lord Fang declares airily, clearly not speaking to you even as his eyes are fixed right on your face. "You see, I do feel I owe this human something. After all, without her, we might have lingered here for years more yet, and in the worst case that fop Prince Hau would now be in charge of handing over our technology to these bald monkeys... not that the bald monkeys are entirely unattractive," he says, smiling wickedly, but also very deliberately, not showing a bit of tooth. "Well. I've already decided she will become my pet. After all, it could be very lonely, being the supreme leader of an entire slaveworld. I will need companionship."\n\nHe steps a bit closer, leaning down towards you, now looking you right in the eye, but in a way that's like pressing you into the deck with his gaze. "I suppose the question is... is she going to be a good, obedient pet... or a naughty, willful pet who needs training?"\n\n<hr>\n[["... I'll be a good girl, Master..."|GGDog]]\n\n[["..." <i>Ptoo.</i>|GGDog]]

<b><i>Alpha 31</i></b>\n\nCyan can now ask her mother if they're going to meet her [[boyfriend|GGParent5x1]].\n\nPlenty of new stuff in the [[costume shop in the mall|GGMCEStart]].\n\nCyan can watch [['Black Hole Busters'|GGPorn2x1]] on her VR porn program.\n\nCyan and her accidental clone (whichever one that is) can [[go back to Earth|GGAlien2x5]] and start sorting things out there.\n\nCyan the Vidya Witch can now [[encourage|GGCandy5x13]] the edgy cheating gamer.\n\nCyan can now steal [[Pill Candy|GGCandy1x1]] at Tandy's.\n\nCyan can now look at [[novels at the library|GGLibraryStart]].\n\nThere's quite a lot built up from the [[Space Ranger|GGMCE7x2]] costume.\n\nAnd in non-Cyan news, adult PC Celeste has [[a new job|CelesteStart]] she can take.\n\n<b><i>Alpha 30</i></b>\n\nAnother month of Cyan's adventures!\n\nShe can now look into being a [[Succubus Tiefling|GGTiefStart]].\n\nShe can continue her blackmail of her [[father's teenage lover|GGParent3x6]].\n\nThe mall now has a [[proper west wing|GGMallStart]] of clothing stores.\n\nShe can get her [[Jersey Devil milkshake|GGCandy9x2]] to go.\n\nShe can [[decide to fight the shadow monster|GGMonk1x6]] as a monk.\n\nShe can choose to [[pull a solo heist|GGRogueStart]] as a rogue.\n\nSeveral paths stemming from her [[going to check on her mother|GGParent4x1]] when she arrives home early.\n\n[[The lingerie shop|GGShopStart]] is now available.\n\nShe can also [[watch porn|GGCompStart]] on her computer.\n\n<b><i>Alpha 29</i></b>\n\nThere's a new [[cheat item|RanXDeb1x1]] in the Ranma debug sim. There's also some new [[lewds|RanPP4x2]] over in the Personality Pendant path.\n\nCyan gets the lion's share of content this month. Her path springing from [[The Complete Monk|GGMonkStart]] got quite a bit of expanding. Over in the haunted house path, she can also [[take the Influence deal from demon!Leslie|GGHH10x2]], or if she's a demon herself she can [[go head-to-head|GGHH7x1]] with Leslie after turning her into a succubus, down in the tunnels after being fish-raped she can [[let Leslie use the glowing moss|GGHH4x4]], as a centaur she can [[resist her fate after being tentacle-raped|GGCentaur8x3]], choose to be a [[Tiefling|GGMonsterStart]] from Savage Species, or go to the [[Briefing Room|GGMS2x4]] in the IIA satellite in the Magitech path.\n\nBuddy [[staying home on Halloween|BuddyOct5x1]] has been expanded, with jumpoff points for some fun but also some new story and characters if he makes it through the full night of trick-or-treaters. Those who like monstergirl waifus should be pleased.\n\n[[Anubilis|HLSenshi14x2]] can now make Rei his loyal slave, with more content springing from that.\n\nJamie can now agree to say hello to[[his mother's friends|QOKevScheme5x1]] after fleeing from her when discovering she's a futa.\n\n[[Brit|WBrit3x5]] can now take Mitch back to his place to plot turning his friends into weretigers.\n\n<b><i>Alpha 28</i></b>\n\nThere's quite a bit of new stuff for [[Sam becoming villainous|FemPalV1x2]], and a little bit of stuff on the [[hero side|FemPalladium3x7]].\n\nSome more of [[Anubilis|HLSenshi14x1]] tormenting Rei.\n\nSome new adventures to be had on Wilma's visit to [[Fast Felipe's Fabulous Funland|WilmaFun1x1]]\n\nPlenty of new [[Austin stuff|Austin4x1]] after his decision to reopen the hot springs resort.\n\nJamie can now ask Tanya to get the [[Specialty beer|QOKevPorn5x3]] for the halloween party.\n\nSome new content for Amanda and her colorful rubbery friends encountering a mouse in the [[giant's house|CheerForest20x4]].\n\nLayla can now be [[sent to the farm|MeanGirlStart]].\n\nCyan can now elect to [[seduce|GGDog2x2]] the handsome fellow whose dog molested her in the park.\n\n"Commander Hawt" can now [[board the mysterious ship|TrekF2x8]] in orbit above the archaeological dig, or go [[searching for Doctor Fukher|TrekF5x2]] after subduing the Raptarran at Starbeat Command.\n\nJamie can now accept a job at [[Monofilament|QOJobStart]].\n\n<b><i>Alpha 27</i></b>\n\nMore work on [[Austin|AustinStart]]'s starting points.\n\nMore stuff on using the slave collar on [[Ranma|RanRing1x1]] in the debug sim. Alternatively, titty ninja [[Homura|RanXNPCStart]] has been added to the sim as a playable NPC.\n\nCyan can now try the [[Jersey Devil|GGCandy9x2]] milkshake at Tandy's.\n\nJamie and Kevin can also try the [[milkshakes, and taffy|QOKevScheme2x1]] at Tandy's.\n\nEric can now [[snoop around|HLSenshi1x1]] in Rei's apartment, or elect to [[shortcut through the Neutral Zone|TrekF6x1]] in the Star Trek plotline.\n\nJamie can now [[housesit|QOJobStart]].\n\nSam kissing Molly after the reveal of Molly's superhero identity has been [[expanded and continued|FemPalladium3x6]]. In another branch of Sam visiting Palladium, she can also [[refuse to forgive|FemPalladium1x3]] the City Guard for her injuries.\n\n<b><i>Alpha 26</i></b>\n\nA bit more with [[compliant Tifa|FF7X4x2]].\n\nYou can now become the [[RubBorg ambassador|TrekF1x3]].\n\nYou can now elect to try going to the [[main docks|Sauria1x2]] in Isla Sauria.\n\nYou can now go home later after running away to [[Capital City|CapitalCityStart]], and thus be urged to seek employment.\n\nOver on the path of [[Jamie finding out he's half incubus|QOFam1x3]], after electing to take care of your own urges you can discover new powers, or after accepting your mother's offer, you can have Kevin and Maya over for a foursome.\n\nVarious new [[Cypher stuff|Cypher1x4]], where you can either pitch a fit shortly after arriving at the Meridian, or you can [[go after the Quatra Twins|Cypher1x13]], or after the Mad Doc Madison mission you can [[go see|Cypher1x20]] either Sierra or Doc Trace.\n\nJamie's [[adventures in dogsitting|QODS1x3]] continue.\n\nAs do his more adventurous adventures in [[the Hell-plane with Mallory|QOInc2x11]].\n\nThere's now a new option, [[Austin|chargenyamale]], in the young adult male chargen.\n\nYou can now agree to be [[Baal's research assistant|QOBaal1x3]].\n\n<b><i>Alpha 25</i></b>\n\nMore stuff after you have "Fuckbuddy Ranma" [[switch to girl mode|RanPP3x1]].\n\nMore ways for Rubber Buggy Bumper to [[torment Rei|HLSenshi1x7]].\n\nNew stuff for [[Jamie learning his incubus powers|QOFam1x3]].\n\nIn the debug sim you can now alter Tifa's personality to be [[compliant|FF7X2x1]].\n\nQuite a bit this month on the path of [[Layla getting a love interest|MeanGirlStart]].\n\n<b><i>Alpha 24</i></b>\n\nThere's quite a bit to find from [[Holly's Christmas Eve|HollyXmasEve]].\n\nA new passage in the FF7 debug sim sets up some [[debauchery for Cloud|FF7X13x4]].\n\nYou can now use [[Lusty Lady Lather|HLMai3x3]] when cleaning up for Mai and Chun-Li. A bit further down the Persimmon Princess path (phew, people), while in the men's room you can [[use the urinal|HLMai3x9]] and meet someone new.\n\nCyantaur can now suggest the party [[take the single-star path|GGCentaur5x3]] in the tunnels, or [[let Amana handle the idol|GGCentaur5x5]].\n\nYou can have [[fuckbuddy Ranma|RanPP3x1]] change into a girl on the Personality Pendant path (pandering? pshaw) in the Ranma debug sim.\n\nJamie can [[submit to Kevin|QOKevPorn1x2]]'s request to fuck him in the ass while watching porn.\n\nJamie can also suggest to Maya that they [[fool around|QOMayaStart]].\n\nCyan the rogue can [[examine the wardrobe|GGRogue1x10]] in the mysterious grotto.\n\n<b><i>Alpha 23</i></b>\n\nCyan can now choose [[Bran|GGDog1x8]] from the adoptable dogs.\n\nDan can now choose to assist [[Mr. Black|YPJeromeStart]].\n\nKali can now investigate the [[private dining room|HellKore6x1]] in the forbidden area of Hell Kore.\n\nThere are some new [[accessories|FF7X5x1]] to equip to Tifa in the debug version of the FF7 sim.\n\n[[The main campaign|FF7XStart]] of the FF7 sim is also now live, as is the Yuffie option under NPCs.\n\nHolly can now choose to become either a pig or a cow in the [[Thanksgiving oppressor|HollyNov1x4]] line.\n\nRanma can now help Akane shop for [[glasses|FRanX13x1]].\n\n[[The Complete Wizard|GGDDStart]] is now available to Cyan.\n\nHolly can now [[set off for Grandma's House|HollyXmasEve]] on Christmas Eve.\n\nDemon-possessed Cyan can now [[lay low|GGHH6x2]] after being let out of the summoning circle.\n\n<b><i>Alpha 22</i></b>\n\nThere's new content here and there in Cyan's [[haunted house|GGHH1x1]] visit.\n\nJamie and Maya have some new [[summoning options|QOBook1x1]] with the magic book.\n\nEric can do a bit more on [[messing with his CHA stat|FF7X7x1]] in the FF7 sim.\n\nThe [[vampire room|HHHVamp1x1]] in the Halloweenland haunted house has more content.\n\n[[Holly|HollyOctober]] has new October content, either with going costume shopping or adding the fog powder to the punch after inviting some trick-or-treaters in (though this doesn't go too far yet).\n\nThere are a handful of new passages for Sam in [[Hell Rising|HellRiseStart]].\n\n<b><i>Alpha 21</i></b>\n\nAdded a [[Reprogramming option|HLSenshi1x7]] to tormenting Rei.\n\nYou can now turn "wimp Ranma" [[into a girl and fuck her|RanPP6x1]].\n\nYou can now play as [[Ryoko|RanXNPCStart]](?!)or Ukyo in the Ranma sim.\n\nOver in Celeste working at [[Fast Felipe's|CelFiestaStart]] she can now agree to taunt the Felipe animatronic.\n\nEric can now run away to [[Palladium City|PalladiumStart]].\n\nCyan's visit to the [[haunted house|GGHH2x1]] now has more content involving Leslie.\n\nCyan can now examine the [[half dragon|GGMonsterStart]] race in the Savage Species book at the library.\n\nBuddy can now go to the [[Cosplay Casbah|BuddyOct1x1]] to pick out a Halloween costume.\n\nOver in the debug version of the FF7 sim there's more stuff with a few of the options on [[altering your CHA|FF7X10x1]].\n\nJamie can now [[spend time with his family|quietonestart]] on spring break. (Also decided to bump him up to fifteen because that just seemed to make more sense for some of the plotlines. Any mentions otherwise will eventually be corrected.)\n\n<b><i>Alpha 20</i></b>\n\nMore on Cyan getting [[a job at the kennel.|GGDog1x7]]\n\nCyan has new content at [[Tandy's candy as well.|GGCandyStart]]\n\nEric can now try to hide when he's a [[female elf and orcs are invading.|FemaleElfStart]]\n\n[[New adult female character, Marei.|chargenadultfemale]]\n\nEric can now play as [[male Ranma|MRanXStart]].\n\nOver at the Helen-in-Japan path, Helen can either keep the current assistant and then [[molest the twins|HelenJP1x8]], or once she's become Kyoko there's a little more of her [[second mission with Makoto|Kyoko2x2]].\n\nCyan can now agree to go with her [[mother's mistress|GGParent1x4]].\n\nSam has a bit more content at the [[Pokemon gym|SurvivallandStart]].\n\nJamie can now go to [[study hall|QOInc4x2]] while crossdressing on the incubus's orders.\n\nLittle work on getting [[Beast Boy|TTStart]] playable in the Teen Titans sim.\n\nJamie can now become a [[Home Product Tester|QOJobStart]] for AppAssure Industries.\n\nRubber Buggy Bumper can now choose to [[alter Rei's body|HLSenshi1x7]].\n\n<b><i>Alpha 19</i></b>\n\nJamie can [[wish his parents into perverts|QOInc1x9]].\n\nMore stuff under the [[Tattoo of Allure|RanTat1x1]] debug option in the Ranma sim.\n\nPoke around with Cyan at the [[dog park|GGDogStart]] and you'll find some new stuff.\n\n[[Lots of new stuff in the "Bad Cypher" line.|BadCypherStart]] Both from choosing to let an evil pirate queen augment you (great idea) or the previous line where you wind up in the Raptarran breeding hunt.\n\n[[Eric stuff|EllyElephant2x4]] dealing with his arousal from Elly's magic panties.\n\nFull adult [[David|DavidColdStart]] has some more options from his decision to be more cold and calculating.\n\n[[Ranma|FRanX14x2]] can hit the beach in a slutty swimsuit.\n\nEric can discover [[a hidden path in the forest|RunForestStart]].\n\nLayla can now choose to join the "[[Stealth Elite|MeanJP2x1]]" in her military school option.\n\n<b><i>Alpha 18</i></b>\n\nJamie can now request [[Tanya's personal attentions|QOKevPorn3x3]] as the price of his silence.\n\nAmanda can now proclaim the teddy bears supposedly sent by Cassie's brother [[totally lame|CheerMotel3x1]]. She can also [[walk into town|CheerMotel2x2]]. Actually just [[look around the Amanda path|SweetKidStart]] and you'll find new stuff almost for sure.\n\nAlso if you forget who's who on the cheer squad (I do it too, I admit), no worries, there's now a sub-page on the glossary that you can reference.\n\nWilma can now check out the [[Futa Puta Funhouse|WilmaFun1x1]] with Tanya.\n\nRook can now [[divert the male Titans|Rook4x1]] to focus on Starfire and Raven.\n\nJamie can now [[continue to fake being asleep|QOKevScheme1x7]] when his mom starts sucking his cock.\n\nEric and [["best buddy" Ranma|RanPP1x2]] can decide to leave the house in the debug version of the Ranma sim. In fact the [[Personality Pendant path|RanPP1x1]] in general should have some new stuff if you wanna poke around there.\n\nSome stuff with Cyan playing [[Elder Tale|GGETStart]]. She can also now play [[Spaceportal Online|GGCompMMOStart]].\n\nTifa can decide she's [[really rather frustrated with Shinra|FFTL2x10]] during the assault on the pillar.\n\n<b><i>Alpha 17</i></b>\n\nHelen AKA Kyoko now has [[treatment options|Kyoko3x8]] after her successful mission taking out Sakai's facility.\n\n[[A new month for Holly!|HollyStart]]\n\nNew options for [[Kasumi|KasumiXStart]] in the Ranma sim. Ranma can also try to [[convince Akane to wear the slutty swimsuit|FRanX13x3]] without getting the shop girl involved. And you'll find some stuff on the [[tanuki path|FRanX3x1]].\n\nCyan can now buy [[blue pill candy|GGCandy3x1]] at Tandy's Candy. (No this has nothing to do with blue pill/red pill.) She can also [[go say hi|GGCandyStart]] at the start.\n\nCyan also has a [[new D&D book|GGDDStart]] (sorta) to pick from at the library.\n\nHolly can also [[apologize to the trick-or-treaters|HollyOct2x1]] for misplacing the candy bowl.\n\nBuddy can [[stay home on Halloween|BuddyOctStart]].\n\nEric can play a [[new sim|Digitizer10x2]] after being Digitized.\n\nIf it's been a little while since you checked the acknowledgements, there's probably a few new ones in there (and thus places to find more porn).\n\n<b><i>Alpha 16</i></b>\n\nHelen can now choose the Japanese school from her [[career options|HelenStart]].\n\nJamie can have some more fun with [[Shep|QODS1x3]].\n\nRanma now has options after [[riding the Tanuki statue's cock with her pussy|FFRanX11x3]].\n\nCyan can now [[loose the party's horses|GGCentaur6x1]] on the centaurfied Shae and Amana.\n\nJamie can now ask the incubus for [[the lewdest wish|QOInc1x9]].\n\nCyan can [[accept the attractive mysterious stranger's offer|GGDog2x1]] after her experience in the grove at the dog park.\n\nShe can also [[go deeper in the woods|GGDog1x1]] before said experience.\n\nUsual bout of typo fixes and format corrections.\n\n<b><i>Alpha 15</i></b>\n\nCyantaur can now [[control herself and make herself wait|GGCentaur2x4]] on the third night with the horses.\n\nLayla can try to come up with a [[landing strategy|MeanRWBY1x3]].\n\nHolly now has a holiday available in [[February|HollyFebruary]], take a guess which one.\n\nDid some work on Jamie [[dogsitting|QODSStart]]. He also can make a new suggestion as to what he and Maya look at in Baal's old [[magic book|QOMaya1x1]].\n\nKali can now choose to [[dress sexy|HellKore1x1]] for her first match at Hell Kore. She can also choose to [[snoop around|HellKoreStart]] on first arrival.\n\nAs usual, a bunch of formatting and spelling tweaks.\n\n<b><i>Alpha 14</i></b>\n\nMore of [[Layla's adventures at Beacon|MeanRWBY1x2]].\n\nEric can now go marauding about [[as a minotaur|MinotaurStart]].\n\nCyan can now play [[World of Alliance|GGWOWStart]].\n\nYou can now get annoyed and [[drop the stone leaf|FRanX4x1]] in the Ranma sim. On another path, you can decide [[you want more|FRanX10x3]] after Genma sleepfucks you. Or, you can [[go a completely different direction from the female Ranma start|FRanXStart]].\n\nCyan can now go check on her mom [[when she arrives home|GGParentStart]].\n\nYou can now [[act like a brat|HaroldHorse17x2]] after being put in the Time Out room by Herschel Horse.\n\nVarious small formatting tweaks on some passages.\n\nJamie can now elect to [[get a summer job|quietonestart]] or hang out with Maya. \n\nCypher can now [[bust in the front door|Cypher1x15]] at Mad Doc Madison's.\n\nCyan can consider options for [[being a centaur|GGMonsterStart]] while browsing the Savage Species book. She also has a new book to choose from in the rest of the D&D section, the [[Complete Monk|GGDDStart]].\n\nDemon Cyan can now [[go to Hell|GGHH6x5]].\n\n<b><i>Alpha 13</i></b>\n\nContinuation of Ranma [[finding the leaf hairpin|FRanX4x2]]. Also more branches [[here|FRanX2x1]].\n\nLong-neglected teen option Michael [[is getting some content|ASVisitStart]].\n\nWilma now has options while reading [[Animus Vox|WilmaLibrary2x1]] in the spooky library.\n\nYou can now choose to [[explore the woods with Kevin|QOKevActivities]] as Jamie.\n\nThere is now a [[Pokemon Gym|SurvivallandStart]] for Sam to check out in Survivalland.\n\nCyan can now [[stand in the summoning circle alone|GGHH2x1]] in the haunted house's basement.\n\nLayla has more content for [[Meinubureiku Gakuen|MeanJPStart]].\n\n<b><i>Alpha 12</i></b>\n\nTypo fixes and formatting shifts, as is usual.\n\nCyan can [[go all the way to sleep|GGRogue1x4]] in her adventures as a half-elf rogue. She can also [[insult the wizard|GGRogue3x1]] (always such a great idea). Or she can continue her [[adventures on the road|GGRogue1x5]] with the standard party.\n\nEric continues his [[test celebration|RunForest1x7]] (and training) under Ellana.\n\nEric can now play as Kasumi or Shampoo in the [[Ranma sim|RanXNPCStart]]. \n\nJamie [[deals with the aftermath|QOKevScheme1x6]] of his and Kevin's romp with Errana.\n\nHolly can now pick a new form to be changed into [[to atone for her Thanksgiving oppressor ways|HollyNov1x4]].\n\nEric can now go to [[Horseshoe Equestria|PonyB1x1]].\n\nNew adult female player character [[Helen|HelenStart]].\n\nCyan can now [[visit the dog park|GGDogStart]]. Wow, wonder what sort of content will be here...?\n\nKept picturing Cyan's friend Leslie as a blonde instead of dark haired, have tried to correct all mentions of her hair color accordingly. If you find any passages where Leslie's hair is mentioned as being dark, please fire me a note as to where. Leslie's opinions on the retcon of her hair color were duly noted, and then themselves retconned.\n\nA new school option is available for [[Layla|MeanSchoolStart]].\n\nJamie and Kevin can now [[watch porn|QOKevPornStart]]. That's a completely normal activity that won't lead to anything weird in a game like this!\n\nMore content on several branches of Eric talking to [[Sailor Mars|HLSenshi1x1]].\n\n<b><i>Alpha 11</i></b>\n\nJamie [[follows along more|QOKevScheme1x1]] on Kevin's get-rich-quick scheme.\n\nChanged one of the options in the Ranma sim where Ranma winds up in the woods, [[and worked on that|FRanX2x1]].\n\nVarious small tweaks and shifts to text for better formatting.\n\nCyan and her friend Leslie can now [[go look at the pond|GGHH4x1]] or the [[kitchen|GGHH5x1]] in the haunted house.\n\nEric (now Erin) has adventures to continue in [[the Trek storyline|TrekF2x7]].\n\nEric can also now head into the [[forest|RunForestStart]] when running away to the country.\n\n<b><i>Alpha 10</i></b>\n\n[[Eric can now play as Ranma in the Ranma sim.|RanXNPCStart]]\n\nThere's now a Sailor Mars "cosplayer" for Eric to talk to in [[Worldland|HLMascotsFemale]].\n\nDecided I didn't really like the way [[The Quiet One|quietonestart]] teen male option was set up so I've futzed about with it. Right now I trimmed the starting options down but did some actual content for one.\n\nWilma can now suggest going to [[Fast Felipe's Fabulous Funland|WilmaFunStart]].\n\nEric can now [[touch the phaser rifle in the prop museum|TrekFStart]].\n\n<b><i>Alpha 9</i></b>\n\nMore work on the Tifa sim.\n\nCyan can now [[listen in|GGParent1x1]] on the phone call to her mother.\n\nCyan now also has [[MMOs to choose from|GGCompMMOStart]]\n\nEric can now open one of the coffins in [[the upstairs room of the haunted house|HHHVamp1x1]].\n\nEric can now check out the pigpen on the [["4M" farm path|RunFarm4M1x1]].\n\nSurprise surprise, more Eric. This time, he's [[helping Big Mac with heavy lifting|PonyAM1x2]].\n\nAnd he can also [[put his pants on before heading out of Harold Horse's room|HaroldHorse9x1]].\n\n[[The intro for playing Cloud in the FF7 sim|FF7X3x1]] is up.\n\nAnd still more Eric stuff as he [[deals with the sudden arousal from his magic panties|EllyElephant2x4]].\n\nWilma can now research the forbidden tome <i>[[Animus Vox|WilmaLibrary2x1]]</i> in the Helmuth library.\n\nWilma and the gang's outing to [[Defir House|WilmaHauntStart]] has also received some attention.\n\nAdded Holly's male counterpart [[Buddy|BuddyStart]].\n\nStarted content for Holly's [[November|HollyNovember]].\n\nAnd, as is actually appropriate for a Halloween(-ish) update, [[Holly's October|HollyOctober]].\n\n<hr>\n\n<b><i>Alpha 8</i></b>\n\nAdded [[Holly|HollyStart]] to the young adult female chargen options. Holly's job will be to handle holiday content that doesn't already have convenient thematic elements elsewhere. Christmas comes to mind (outside of having some of the other characters get a random bug up their butt to visit WorldLand and go to Christmasland).\n\nAdded [[AppAssure Industries|MikeAppStart]] option to Mike.\n\nBegan Britney deciding to [[search for Natesh in India|WBrit1x5]].\n\nStarted with Cyan just [[killing time|GGParentStart]] after staying inside on the computer.\n\nStarted Eric [[looking to make some trouble|WLMischiefStart]] at Worldland.\n\nSam can now [[accept a regular beer|DRJ2x2]] from the horsebrother mascots at Worldland.\n\nEric can now choose to play as [[Tifa|FFTLStart]] in the FF7 sim.\n\nStarted Cyan making a move on Leslie in [[the haunted house|GGHH1x4]].\n\nStarted Mike accepting the janitorial position at [[The Boobonic Institute|MikeMSTStart]].\n\nStarted Eric talking to [[Elly the Elephant|EllyElephantStart]].\n\nPicked up Cypher and Koro going after [[Mad Doc Madison|Cypher1x15]].\n\nVarious bits of typofixing, formatting, and under-the-hood improvements that are probably more about my quality of life than yours, but you want me to be happy, right?\n\n<hr>\n\n<b><i>Alpha 7</i></b>\n\nBegan Eric deciding to go to [[Capital City|CapitalCityStart]].\n\nStarted Sam talking to the [[horse mascot trio|DRJStart]] in Worldland.\n\nMade some various typo fixes and switched links around where they'd been improperly assigned before.\n\nStarted on Eric approaching the [[vampire mascots|HWLVampStart]] in [[HalloweenLand|HalloLandStart]].\n\nBegan the [[R position|XDeer1x1]] path from [[Christmasland|XmaslandStart]].\n\nBegan [[Cyan staying inside on her computer.|GGCompStart]]\n\nStarted Eric visiting the [[Haunted House|HauntHouseStart]] in [[HalloweenLand|HalloLandStart]].\n\nAdded two new characters: [[Wilma|WilmaStart]] and [[Mike|MikeStart]]. Also actually put something on [[Celeste's|CelesteStart]] start page.\n\n<hr>\n\n<b><i>Alpha 6</i></b>\n\nTook out the bit in the intro about altering Devious World. Less because I don't want anyone else building on it, more because that was back when it was written in Quest and was much easier for someone to open and edit the game.\n\nContinued the [[Winterlion|Aspareth2x6]] path of Aspareth's School.\n\nFiddled with the style of the horizontal lines. Twine seems to have difficulty with certain styles, no idea why. Eventually found something I liked, so yay, completely pointless "progress"!\n\nAlso minor visual upgrades to text in the [[prop museum|PropMuseumStart]].\n\nAlso over in Hollywoodland, started Eric approaching the [[Princess Jasmine|HLJasmine1x1]] "cosplayer".\n\nSome work on [[Ponyland|PonylandStart]].\n\nWorked on [[Fuckbuddy Ranma|RanPP3x1]] option in the Ranma sim [[Debug Character|RanXDeb1x1]] path.\n\nWorked on Good Cypher taking Koro out on the [[Mad Doc Madison|Cypher1x15]] bounty.\n\n<hr>\n\n<b><i>Alpha 5</i></b>\n\nWorked on [[Dan|youngpunkstart]] heading down to [[Georgia|YPZombie1x1]].\n\nMade some changes to the so-far unstarted bits of Eric's Worldland experience, specifically replacing "Foodland" with [[Christmasland|XmaslandStart]] and "Extremeland" with [[Halloweenland|HalloLandStart]]. Some work on both to get them started. With Halloweenland added, Horrorland is now redundant and a placeholder is stuck in place until I decide what to replace it with.\n\nBegan work on the [[Ranma sim|RanXStart]]'s [[Debug Character|RanXDeb1x1]] option. Then worked on it. And worked on it. And worked on it.\n\nFixed a typo in the "Baal's Buttslut" ending.\n\nDue to popular demand, Placeholderland, formerly Horrorland, has now been replaced by [[Ponyland|PonylandStart]].\n\nWork on the Mai and Chun-Li dickgirl storyline, starting from Eric [[not asking to go to the bathroom|HLMai15x1]]. Light watersports-type stuff and heavy humiliation ahead.\n\n<hr>\n\n<b><i>Alpha 4</i></b>:\n\nMore work on the "[[Sam the Genie|SamGenie1x1]]" storyline [[here|SamGenie1x7]]. Second master after being thoroughly nice to the first one is started, if just barely at this point.\n\nStarted on Jace taking on the [[chupacabra infestation|JaceChupaStart]] in Mexico.\n\nDid a little work on Cyan's [[D&D rogue storyline|GGRogueStart]]\n\n[[Old MacDonald|Sauria7x10]] book option work under the [[Isla Sauria|SauriaStart]] storyline. Furry transformations (including a rather rare one you don't see a lot) ahoy! Currently planning for all three book options to just lead to endings, but could theoretically have the (so far untouched) Curious George option turn into a bit of a longer storyline, if people were interested in life on dinosaur island as a protohuman.\n\nIn other Isla Sauria news, we have the beginning of the alternate path [[where you agree to help the raptors with their superscience|Sauria21x1]]. Hurray, you did the offense against God and nature!\n\nFixed infinite loop link in "[[Cypher asks Dr. Trace questions|Cypher1x6]]" bit. Surprised there's not more problems with this sort of thing considering they're bits that I copypasted from Quest. I will say that one thing I miss about Quest was the easy access to a list of pages I'd already created when making links, hand-typing leads to a lot more of these sorts of issues.\n\nFinally added the [[Adult Female|chargenadultfemale]] option to character generation. Only one potential for now and no work on her yet, but oh boy, people desperate for money!\n\nCreated and started the [[Britney|BritStart]] storyline under [[Young Adult Female|chargenyafemale]], so she can go on archaeological adventures with her sister Jenna. If you're guessing their last name is probably something like "Miners", you're quite likely to be correct.\n\nEirk can finally tell Amanda they'll [[fuck during the trip|ShemaleBarbarian3x24]] under the [[Shemale Barbarian|ShemaleBarbarianStart]] storyline.\n\nContinuation of [[Little Joke kidnapping Sam|FemPalladium8x2]] over at Sam's visit to [[Palladium City|FemPalladiumStart]]. The [[option|FemPalladium2x2]] for Sam to make an excuse for talking during the hostage situation is also available.\n\nMore of Eric's adventures stemming from that damn cursed [[prop museum|PropMuseumStart]], specifically Eric getting turned into a female elf and deciding [[to fight for her chastity|FemaleElf1x1]].\n\nFinally got the other options under [[Teen Male CharGen|chargenteenmale]] started.\n\n<hr>\n\n<b><i>Alpha 3</i></b>:\n \nBegan [[Irene|IreneStart]] storyline under the "middle-aged female" chargen option.\n\nBriefly attempted to have Ai's text be rainbow-colored to go along with her oscilloscope. <i>Briefly</i>. Eyes still not recovered.\n\nBegan [[Thaddeus|ThaddeusStart]] storyline under the "middle-aged male" chargen option. Both the Thaddeus and Irene storylines are varied and comprehensive enough that they're likely to wind up being the only "middle-aged" options for either gender. But we'll see.\n\nAdditions to the "[[camping with Aunt Kelly|CampingStart]]" storyline. [[Heading off into the woods|Camping5x1]] instead of staying at the designated campsite.\n\nStarted the "[[Big Daddy Mac's Beach Volleyball Tournament|DOAStart]]" storyline under Callista's options.\n\nAdded the third option ("Participation Station") to the [[Movie Magic Building|MovieMagicStart]], though still not sure about it (may switch it out for something else later). Will probably be just a series of short transformation vignettes without a ton of branches, nice and easy to add short scenes to later.\n\nAlso began the [[Practical Solutions|PSolStart]] branch under the abovementioned Movie Magic.\n\nStarted the "[[Main House|RunFarmMH1x1]]" branch under the Country-Farm storyline of the [[Runaway|runawaystart]] storyline.\n\nAnd yet more Eric and yet more Worldland with starting the "[[Dudeland|DudelandStart]]" branch. Really need to at least start the other teenage male storylines one of these days.\n\nBegan the "[[Front of the train|Aspareth2x1]]" branch under [[Aspareth's School|AsparethStart]]. Twice the Harry Potter knockoffs with none of the leather pants!\n\nStarted "[[The Curio Room|Camping10x1]]" under the camping with Aunt Kelly branch. You might start to think that Sam and Eric were my two favorite branches to work on. (You'd probably be right. Such freedom. Much potential. Wow.)\n\n<hr>\n\n<b><i>Alpha 2</i></b>: \nPainstakingly transferred content from Quest to Twine. Damn that was a pain. No new content yet. \n(Jan. 10, 2014.)\n\n<hr>\n\n<b><i>Alpha 1</i></b>: \nBegan building game in Quest. Wrote a bunch of content.\n\n[[Back.|Start]]

The third option seems to have the best pros versus cons out of all of the others, so you dial the number. A moment later, and a voice says "One moment please." You're pretty sure that it's a robovoice, so that when it says, "If you're calling to interview for the delivery position, could I please have your full name?", you respond with the sort of unconscious emphasis and stops that you use for voice recognition systems at your insurance. (You miss having insurance.)\n\n"Seh-LEST TEE-ehl."\n\n"Good evening, Celeste Teele, thanks for calling today."\n\nYou blink. That reply was really fast and natural. You're now not quite sure it's a robovoice, even though something about its timbre and delivery just screams 'artificial'. "Ah, yeah, it actually is about the delivery driver position?"\n\n"Very good, though I must make one small correction. This position is not for a delivery driver, but a delivery person."\n\n"Ah..." You trail off, then have to admit, "I'm sorry, I don't follow?"\n\n"Fully Automatic Food utilizes self-driving vehicles with automated preparation units built in. All navigation and food creation is done automatically, with no human interference. However, due to liability concerns, there is one part of the process that actually requires a human employee: transferring the food from the vehicle to the customer."\n\n"So you're saying my job is just to carry boxes from the car or whatever to the front door?"\n\n"Correct. You will be paid the average hourly wage for a delivery driver in this area, and receive three free meals per day, breakfast and lunch chosen by the dispensory, with dinner being orderable from the full range of options on our menu. While we've been speaking I've run a background check and everything looks fine. You could start tomorrow morning at 10:00am. Service runs until 10:00pm. Naturally this means you will work a three day work week but be considered a full-time employee, and overtime is almost always available."\n\nOof, a twelve hour shift... but then, it's a twelve hour shift of being driven around, and maybe carrying some stuff fifteen feet or so every so often. You can probably handle that. "Okay, sounds great."\n\n"Excellent. Please download and install our app on your phone. Your automated vehicle will arrive at your location to pick you up, you will be provided with work clothing at that time. I look forward to working with you."\n\nYou exchange parting pleasantries and hang up, then figure out where to snag a shower before the morning. When ten AM rolls around, a UHaul-sized truck with the simple black text 'Full Automatic Delivery' printed on the side pulls up. It's a bit more rounded and van-like than an actual moving truck, and from the sound of it's probably electric, or at least a hybrid. It pulls to the curb in front of you and the back doors swing open, a shallow ramp extending downwards. The inner area is about the size of a walk-in closet, and contains a single captain's chair style seat with seatbelts facing a screen set in the wall. You step up into it and take a seat after a second, uncertain what else to do.\n\n"Good morning, Celeste." It's the same voice as before, speaking as the ramp slides up and the doors swing closed, the interior now lit by a few LED panels running along the edges of the ceiling. "Glad to have you aboard."\n\n"Hey. So, ah, are you... somewhere else, communicating?"\n\n"You may call me Adlai, and yes I do keep an eye on all the delivery vehicles and people from the company's headquarters. Ah, before we get started, there is something I neglected to ask you last night. Would you be interested in signing up for our Special Service Program?"\n\n"I'm... not sure, what is it?"\n\n"Sometimes customers enter additional requests for our delivery staff. They are typically things like 'Carry the food upstairs for me', 'Help me prepare a buffet', 'Stop at a convenience store for something not on the menu'. Delivery workers who accept this status are sorted into a special queue. They typically work fewer deliveries, but the pay is approximately double, and you receive full benefits immediately instead of after a thirty day probationary period."\n\nWhoa. That's... the benefits thing is already pretty sweet, but at double pay for working three twelves, you could probably put down the initial rent on an apartment by Friday rather than at the end of the month. Of course, you're also a little suspicious, it sounds like this might necessitate going into strangers' homes. \n\n<hr>\n[[Sign up for the Special Service Program.|CelPizza1x2]]\n\n[[Pass.|CelPizza]]

"Sure, I'll sign up for the Special Service thingy," the part of you that's tired of sleeping in your car quickly asserts.\n\n"Wonderful. I will amend your employment contract. Please sign on the screen and include your fingerprint." A legal document pops up on the screen, and assuming it's a standard employee thing, probably with an NDA, you use your fingertip to sign and then press your thumb to a square. Nice touchscreen. The screen has a table-like area below it, which comes in handy as a slot opens and slides out a sheaf of papers, apparently your copy of the contract. Having nowhere to put it, you just slide it to the side. "Now, please note that customers for the Special Service Program are paying a premium subscription price. While we will not make demands on you that are not part of the accepted delivery terms, you are encouraged to go above and beyond in doing whatever you yourself are willing to do to make sure these customers as happy as possible."\n\n"... You <i>do</i> just mean being particularly chipper or making sure their drinks are dry when I hand them over, right?" you ask dubiously, narrowing your eyes at where you imagine a speaker must be.\n\n"What it means is at your discretion. The company makes no additional demands, encouragements, or expectations of your behavior outside of the approved parameters, but also places no restrictions, judgements, or penalties on that behavior either, as long as the customer is satisfied." There's a brief pause, before the program notes, "However, customers who utilize the Special Service Program and rate their experience 'Extremely Satisfied', when cross-referenced with receipts and employee surveys, have been known to tip up to and over 200%."\n\nWhoa. And a fancy operation like this, the meals <i>can't</i> be cheap. Trying not to think too hard about what Adlai is so heavily implying but definitely not saying, you nod. "Okay then, I'll do my best."\n\n"Very well. If you would, please step into the omnidresser." Part of the wall next to you slides open, revealing a fairly sizable cylindrical opening inside. "Your breakfast and first stop will be ready by the time you are dressed."\n\n"Uh. What?" you ask, staring into the revealed space.\n\n"Fully Automated Food is merely one branch of a large company specializing in automation. The omnidresser is one such invention that will hopefully be mass-marketed soon, providing quick and easy changing of clothing and cosmetics. It has been integrated into these trucks as part of a test program. I assure you they are very safe, and it will save transit time."\n\n... Seems pretty weird to you, but, well, whatever. Still eyeing the thing dubiously, you step into the omnidresser recess and turn to face the interior, watching as both the back of the truck and the panel over the omnidresser close, a light coming on above you before it's fully closed thankfully. You can faintly feel the truck start to move, but it must have incredible shocks because there's no bumpiness at all. You do jump as several mechanical arms slide out of the walls, and yelp as they snag your wrists and ankles. "HEY!"\n\n"Do not worry, the omnidresser is merely stabilizing you due to the vehicle being in motion," Adlai says in a soothing tone as more of the clamp-ended appendages move in, undoing your pants and lifting your shirt.\n\nYou blush as your tits tumble free as another of the hands undoes your bra and let it drop. "H-hey, you're not watching this, right?!"\n\n"The only thing watching you is a computer," Adlai assures you. "The omnidresser is completely private, no images of you will be shared with human eyes."\n\nThat's reassuring, you think a little worriedly as you soon find yourself hanging there naked, the arms holding you still in the air as the others retract carrying your clothing. More arms emerge, these replacing your slightly threadbare underwear with obviously new black athletic-style panties and bra, slipping white cotton socks over your feet and tugging them into place, before bringing out a red polo shirt and black slacks. 'This is a little weird, but I think I could get used to it,' you muse, actually finding it sort of nice to just make minimal moves assisting the arms as they slip your own arms through the sleeves and tug the pants into place for you, even tucking the shirt in properly. 'Mmf, that actually feels pretty nice,' you admit as a brush-tipped limb moves out to do your hair, even more of them carefully applying minimalist makeup, while plain white sneakers with a red FAF logo on them are slipped on your feet and tied. As the arms set you down, a screen lights up on the wall showing you an image of yourself, and you... look nice. You look like a pizza delivery person, sure, but you look like a crisp, put-together pizza delivery person.\n\nThe omnidresser door slides open and you step out, settling into the chair and buckling up. As Adlai said, there's now a plastic square container sitting on the table below the screen... looks like the slot can dispense food too. Opening it up reveals a wrapped ciabatta bread sandwich with... looks like egg and spinich. And a bottle of chilled orange juice, nice. You munch the sandwich eagerly (albeit careful not to get any on your nice new uniform) as you take a look on the screen. It has an address, the order (a bowl of oatmeal and two small sandwiches), and what you assume is the special request at the bottom.\n\n<i>Please come in and feed my kitties.</i>\n\nAh, it doesn't take much thought to puzzle that one out. Must be an old lady who's ordering her meals for the day and is having a bit of trouble getting around. Arriving at the address, a slot in the wall to one side of where the omnidresser is opens up and you take the bag, briefly glancing inside to at least confirm there are three containers. You carry them up the stairs to the apartment and knock, announcing, "Fully Automated Delivery!" Your guess proves to be true as it takes a minute for the door to open, and an elderly woman shows you inside, thanking you and assuring you that obviously she doesn't want to be a bother but her back's bothering her today so could you please and obviously you do. In fact you decide to take the suggestion of 'above and beyond' to its most innocent conclusion and offer to change her litterbox for her too, and after a bit of token protest she agrees. You don't get anywhere near a 200% tip, but you do feel kind of good about yourself as you return to the vehicle.\n\n"Judging from time elapsed and trace amounts of cat litter and other substances detected, may I assume you helped the customer with other cat-related necessities?"\n\n"Er, you can detect that?" you ask with a blink. "Geez, I thought I washed my hands really well, but did I screw up?"\n\n"No, not at all, that is exactly the sort of service we encourage, and your hands are clean to within an acceptable standard for food safety. However, as we do like to be thorough for our Special Service Program customers, please enter the omnidresser for a brief shower while we are in transit to the next delivery."\n\n"It's a shower too?" You stare a bit as the panel slides down again, but after a moment shrug and step in. Honestly you won't say no to a shower, even if it is kind of weird to have it in an experimental device in a moving vehicle. You try not to squirm this time as the robot arms lift you and undress you, though it's definitely rather odd to be held in the air as you're gently sprayed with otherwise perfectly pleasant warm water from multiple jets. 'I'd probably get one of these as long as I can stay on the ground like a normal person while it does its thing,' you think, making sure to note it in case they ask your opinions later. Arms tipped with what like loofahs come out and scrub along your arms, sudsing them up quickly. You're a little surprised when they don't stop there, blushing a little as the scrubbers move across your entire body. 'It's only a computer, it's only a computer,' you remind yourself, nevertheless blushing as they scrub at your tits and between your legs as well as the cleft of your ass. Other than being, ahem, presumptive in its scope, there's nothing improper-seeming about the motions, and you have to admit you do feel more thoroughly clean than any shower you've ever had as you're dried with gentle blasts of warm air. Once you're dry, the arms quickly redress you and redo your hair and makeup. Even as you're stepping out of the autocloset, the panel to the side is opening up and dispensing a stack of more standard pizza boxes. A quick check of the screen shows that you've been asked to help set up a buffet table, so you heft up the stack of pizzas and head inside to do just that.\n\nFor most of the morning it goes like that, with most of the requests along those same lines... most of them are related to food, including things like stopping at a particular convenience store to pick up their brand of cookie, or setting a table, though there's also a few requests that are more like the first one which are either barely related to delivering food ('Help us put up decorations for the party' on a cake and chicken nuggets delivery) or not at all ('Please sweep my front walk for me' on a soup delivery). You don't hit that mythical 200% tip but you do get a couple that are approaching 100%, though admittedly some of those are on the cheaper meals. After several of the deliveries Adlai again requests that you shower for maximum cleanliness adherance, and while you think it's a little over the top, you have to admit that you're quickly getting used to the omnidresser and actually kind of enjoying it. It's not too long after you've finished eating your lunch sandwich when a new delivery pops up on the screen. Apartment, large top-of-the-line pizza, special request is... you stare. That can't be right.\n\n<i>Request an attractive, large-breasted delivery girl dressed in 'Hooters'-like attire. Please enter and place pizza on table.</i>\n\n"Uh, hey, Adlai, this request, we aren't seriously gonna take this, right?"\n\n"This delivery has been assigned specifically because it has already been accepted. It is within allowable parameters. You are currently the nearest delivery person that already meets multiple aspects of this request, so please step into the omnidresser for an attire change," Adlai says in a reasonable tone as the panel to the omnidresser cylinder slides open again.\n\n"I wasn't told that it would include requests like that, though!" you complain, scowling.\n\n"You did not ask," Adlai replies in that damnably calm tone. "Please step into the omnidresser for an attire change."\n\n... Okay yes so technically you didn't ask what the limits were on these sorts of requests when you agreed. You assumed they'd be reasonable! ... Though come to think of it, most delivery places would think that asking the delivery person to do things like feed cats or put up party decorations would be unreasonable. Maybe for a company that's going that far with assistance requests they've lost a bit of perspective or whatever. But you can't seriously-\n\n"Would it encourage you to enter the omnidresser if I mentioned that these sorts of requests are most often the ones to earn tips in excess of 200%?" Adlai adds smoothly.\n\n-or can you? It's a <i>thirty-five dollar pizza</i>, with another couple of charges on top of that related to the delivery request. Excess of 200% tip, all for you, just for wearing a kinda smexy outfit... okay you're tempted, you're really tempted...\n\n<hr>\n[[Agree.|CelPizza1x3]]\n\n[[Refuse.|CelPizza2x1]]

"Oh... alright," you say with a huff, shaking your head and getting up. You pause at the entrance of the omnidresser. "The outfit won't be <i>too</i> skimpy, will it?"\n\n"An outfit has been prepared that fits the general parameters mentioned in the request. It should not be 'too skimpy' by those standards."\n\n... Right. You have a sort of general idea of what you'll wind up wearing. Sighing, you nevertheless step into the omnidresser, sort of resignedly lifting your arms to make it easier for the robotic limbs to snag you and lift you up. By now you're quite used to the sensation of them lifting your shirt off, undoing your pants and pulling them down, and removing your underwear, and that moment where you hang there naked. You barely blush at all. Still it's a bit hard not to when the arms come back out with a rather small looking white T-shirt and some little red shorts. The shirt is slipped over your arms and head and pulled into place over your full breasts... it covers them completely, at least, but not more than an inch below them, leaving most of your midriff bare, and, you notice, distinctly bra-less. The shorts are pulled up and tugged into place, and while they are short shorts they're not <i>ridiculously</i> tiny, you guess, though they do hug up against your butt pretty closely. At least they don't have too obvious a cameltoe, despite, again, apparently skipping the underwear. The arms finish up by sliding kneesocks onto you and low-topped tennis shoes, and putting slightly more blatant makeup on your face, with much more brilliant red lipstick. You blush some as the little video mirror comes on and you notice that the 'FAF' logo on the front of your shirt has gotten a little distorted by the curvature of your chest. The first two letters are still perfectly legible, but the upper part of the third one is... pinched.\n\n'I can't believe I'm doing this,' you think with a grim expression as you step out of the omnidresser and collect the pizza. Still, you are doing this, so you take a moment to take a few deep breaths and put on at least a pleasant look as you step out. Oh hey it's a nice apartment building, at least. You feel less likely to get wolf whistled at or anything, and indeed though you pass a few residents going inside and heading up in the elevator, the most they give you is surprised looks (and some obvious trying not to stare... or at least trying not to be seen staring). You stroll down the hallway, stopping in front of the door. One more deep breath, then a sunny smile and hitting the buzzer. You can hear hurried footsteps rush up, and then the door opens. Yeaaaah you're not too surprised when it's a pretty nerdy-looking twenty-something guy. Thick glasses that practically hide his eyes, scruffy dark brown hair in need of a haircut, lots of freckles, T-shirt and jeans both rather baggy on his kind of scrawny body.\n\n"Hi, Fully Automated Food here with your delivery!" you chirp in your most chipper tone, trying not to add, 'Also how dare you.'\n\n"Wow," he practically breathes, jaw a bit slack, which you admit is sort of flattering despite your annoyance. Then he quickly gulps and says, "R-right, thank you, sure. Uh, come in," he says, stepping back.\n\nRight, he wants you to go in and put the pizza on the table. You step inside, keeping the sunny smile in place while making sure to keep a fair bit of room between him and you. Whoa, total nerd lair, you think as you step in. He's crammed... a really high-end apartment with all sorts of memorabilia, mostly stuff you don't recognize, other than the fairly big-time summer popcorn movies. But wow he must be one of those <i>rich</i> nerds... the kitchen's stuffed with all the latest gadgets, his TV is huge and surrounded by top of the line speakers and custom cabinets for his Nintendos, and... what's that weird curvy kind of scorpion-looking chair thingy? Oh right you skimmed past an article about those on your news feed, they're something called a 'zero gravity computer chair'. Whoa hey aren't those like thousands and thousands of dollars though? Holy crap, maybe you really are about to get that huge tip!\n\n"Oh, where's the table?" you ask, glancing around again.\n\n"Uh, there," he murmurs, his face red as he points.\n\nYou look over and... oh. That's a setup you've seen in Japanese restaurants. A really low table with little cushions around it. ... Sly little bastard. Trying not to sigh audibly, you walk over and bend way down to set the pizza box on it properly, your shorts-clad ass lifting high up in the air, the cloth no doubt riding down some in back and riding up some between your legs. At least the customer stays well back from you, you think as you stand up and turn around.\n\nYeah, that is a hugely obvious hardon he's got. Not surprising, though he does at least look embarrassed and like he's trying not to draw attention to it.\n\n'You should totally do it,' part of your brain suddenly pipes up. 'C'mon, you know what Adlai was implying, the company totally expects you to bang these guys if you're up for it. He looks like he showered recently, he's not ugly, cock seems a decent size, give him a quick tumble and speed up getting out of the Hondaday Inn!'\n\nHave you lost your mind?! ... Well if you have the crazy part of you is kind of making a good argument, in a few respects. You have to admit, the idea isn't... <i>totally</i> awful... but can you really do it?\n\n<hr>\n[[Do it.|CelPizza]]\n\n[[Let's not.|CelPizza]]

You lay there in shock for a moment, then your lips curve against Erika's in a grin. You tug her down against you a bit more, kissing her in return, before both of you start giggling. You pull on her to roll her onto the bed with you on top of her, kissing her repeatedly, both of you giggling and cooing at each other as you start yanking each other's clothes off hurriedly.\n\nThis time it's much more direct to the point as you get on your knees and haul Erica's thighs up onto your shoulders, her big tits settling towards her face as you start tonguing her pussy, amused by the fact that even the closely-cropped soft fur making a thin V is a shining blue. Erika bites her thumbnail and moans softly as you work your tongue around, dragging it along the outer lips of her pussy and flicking it over her clit in between. "Ohyes, ohyes, rightthere, ohgod," she gasps out, refined accent rolling the words into a sweet little song of need until she cries out and bucks her hips against your face.\n\nYou lower her down to the bed, then move around to straddle her face, noticing as you look down at your own, slightly less cropped curls are now woven gold as well. (Apparently Maeve even sets the fashion for that. You'll have to remember the next time you're in the bath with a razor.) Erika almost immediately brings her hands up to rest on your hips and puts her tongue to work, lively, quick licks along your slit, catching your clit often. You moan sweetly, hands kneading your own breasts and twisting your nipples as you rock your hips gently against her tongue.\n\nOnce you've gotten yours, you slide off of her and settle down beside her. Maybe because the bed's a bit smaller than Maeve's or maybe because she just wants to, Erika cuddles up against your side, resuming kissing you, both of you giggling again delightedly, hands wandering over each other's bodies lazily.\n\nIf you didn't know better, you'd think the two of you might have actually just become friends. Like, <i>real</i> friends. Good thing you know better and the two of you are just having some fun before the inevitable power struggle.\n\n<hr>\n\n[[... Right?|Aspareth4x16]]

You head back into your room, still occasionally feeling startled when a bit of your newly-shining hair bounces into view. You slip in, closing the door behind yourself, noting Erika sitting at her desk and writing. She glances over at you as you head for your bed, then blink and does a longer look. "Nice hair."\n\n"Thanks," you murmur, turning to flop on the bed, closing your eyes. You hear her settle the pen into its inkwell and the soft pads of stockinged feet on the floor. Then you feel the mattress shift as she sits down on the side of it. \n\n"Wore you out a bit, did she?"\n\n"... Yeah," you admit after a few moments, letting the word out as a sigh despite the warmth the thought gives you.\n\n"Even though when you walked in, she was laying on the bed looking like a cat who just ate a mouse, and the whole place smelled of boy?"\n\n"... Yeah," you admit again, this time opening your eyes with a blink and turning your head to look at her.\n\n"Yes, Maeve likes a lesbian chaser after 'cocktails'," the British girl says dryly. She reaches out and fingers one of your curving golden locks. "Though apparently she only gives the shiny hair makeover to the ones she really likes."\n\nYou blink again at that, looking aside at your own hair, then up at her. She grins and shimmies her gleaming blue eyebrows. "So there are others around that look like this?"\n\n"No, there were two from last year, everyone said they and Maeve were super close. But one got put in an arranged engagement by her parents... probably wouldn't have mattered except that it was a high-class family that Maeve's parents are close with, so poof, no more shiny black hair. The other girl transferred out or something late in the year, just gone one day." Erika shrugs, then grins again. "Still tingling?"\n\n"Mm," you agree, finally smiling.\n\nErika returns the smile, then leans down and closes her eyes as she presses her lips to yours.\n\n<hr>\n[[Hold on, I'm a one-girl... girl!|Aspareth]]\n\n[[Oh, what the hell. <3|Aspareth4x15]]

Pouting a little, you flounce over to one of the chairs and flop into it, your bag settled onto your lap. Professor Senna laces her fingers together and rests her hands on the desk, looking across it at you. "Layla, tell me... what do you know about the Herrod family?"\n\nYou blink, then shrug negligently. "There's Maeve, and her brother. Not much other than that, I guess."\n\n"I trust you've gathered that they're quite wealthy. And influential. It affects nothing, I suppose, to tell you that Maeve has cousins in positions of authority in various places in Aspareth's School... you've no doubt deduced that for yourself. In fact, her uncle is my counterpart, the Head Wizard. They're a very old, very powerful family that is composed entirely of mages... because if someone is born into their family without magical potential, they are cast out."\n\nYou keep your face almost-bored as Professor Senna rises and moves over to the wall, hands tucked behind her back again as she looks at one of the framed photos. "I do not expect you to understand, Layla. Even if you were not..." She glances over at you, raising her eyebrows. "Well, to be blunt, even if you were not mostly concerned only with yourself, you did not grow up knowing about the parallel society we have with yours. It overlaps in many ways, but in others it is distinct. And while for the nonmagical world, war is one thing, for us it is another."\n\nShe turns and meanders over towards you, circling behind you, and you have to admit your blood is chilled a little as she continues. "War among ourselves. Perhaps someday even war with the nonmagical part of society, though I personally feel that is a conflict that we mages would lose. But do not misunderstand, war is coming. On one side will be those who stand for order, safety, life, and respect..."\n\nShe leans down a bit, one hand on the back of your chair, the other on the arm. You turn to look at her and meet her eyes, and for the first time realize they're red. Not irritated or itchy red, or glowing demon-y red, just... red. You're unable to look away as she continues. "And on the other side, standing for everyting that is against those principles, will be Maeve Herrod and those who think just like her. The sort of people that have no respect for the sanctity of life, most especially not for the lives of those who don't know magic. People like you were less than a month ago. People like your parents still are."\n\nShe holds your gaze for almost a full minute, which seems like an eternity. But finally she straightens up, breaking some of her near-hypnotic control over you. "Why don't you take the rest of the day off from classes, and think about what I've told you." She watches as you shakily rise and walk to the door, waiting until you're there before calling, "Oh, Layla?" as if she'd simply forgotten something.\n\nYou freeze in the doorway, not turning.\n\n"I'd be careful about letting Maeve use that neurocopy spell on you. The first person she tried it on has still not completely recovered their sanity. But then, she did try it at only nine years old, when anything beyond a simple color-change or cleaning spell should have been completely beyond her." She raises her eyebrows. "Whatever else Maeve is, she is undeniably absolutely brilliant and one of the most clever people in this school."\n\nUnable to help feeling like you've just been given another warning, you hurry out of the room.\n\n<hr>\n\n[[Continue.|Aspareth4x18]]

You spend the rest of the weekend doing the usual... hanging out with the other girls that are in Maeve's clique and networking yourself to insure you're top dog among the lesser dogs, doing a little bit of studying (which you find much easier now), taking your meals with Maeve and some of the others, and checking over your clothes to get an idea of what you'll wear over the next week. Toss in a bout of lesbian sex with Erika every few hours and it's a much better weekend than the last one was.\n\nOn Monday, Professor Senna sets all of you to making a piece of paper fold itself. You start to go through the motions, but with the background skills that Maeve passed to you, you find it almost comically easy. Before you know it your wand-gestures have the paper folding itself into an airplane and, with a little tap on the back of it, send it soaring in lazy curls above the heads of the somewhat awestruck other remedial students.\n\nProfessor Senna raises one thin white eyebrow, making her way towards where you're sitting with slow, steady strides, hands clasped behind her back, her voice low enough that it's pitched for the two of you alone. "Well, Layla, I see that Maeve has been helping you 'study'," she murmurs, reaching out a curled finger to bounce a bit of your hair on it. "As well as styling your hair."\n\nYou project polite confusion and mild boredom onto your face, even as you desperately want to blush and/or grind your teeth. For one thing, it sounds like the professor not only has a pretty good idea about Maeve's teaching spell, but just what else you were doing with her that resulted in your makeover. For another, you're not used to any teacher being anywhere nearly that perceptive, and it's got you a little rattled.\n\n"Come with me, we'll discuss your transfer to the full-fledged classes, since you're obviously ready for them. In skill level," she adds, before glancing around. "The rest of you, free study period. And I mean <i>study</i>. Layla, bring your things."\n\nYou gather up your equipment and follow after the robed teacher, staring at the back of her broad-brimmed hat and wondering if you're in trouble. She leads you through the door and into her office, which is surprisingly normal... it looks a lot like your Daddy's study, actually, just no easily-unlockable liquor cabinet or stack of Playboys tucked away halfheartedly (that you can tell). It even has a computer on the desk, which you stare at a little... it's the first piece of modern electronics you've seen since you got here.\n\n"Can I check my Faceboo-" you find yourself asking before you've even realized you were going to speak.\n\n"No. Please, sit down," Professor Senna interrupts, gesturing to one of the comfy-looking chairs in front of her desk as she settles into the desk chair.\n\n<hr>\n\n[[But... my Farmville...|Aspareth4x17]]

"Yeah?" you whisper with a smile, leaning in to kiss her lips softly, your hands sliding around to rub gently up and down the cream-smooth skin of her back.\n\n"Oh yes," she purrs, her hands stroking up and down your hips over your skirt before sliding under it, sliding up and down again before moving back, taking firm hold of your ass and pulling you closer gently into a longer, deeper kiss. You have to admit you've been wanting this for awhile... she's the most gorgeous girl you've ever seen, and if this just cements that you're subordinate to her, then so be it.\n\nYou feel one hand leave your ass, then jump as a little static charge rushes over your skin. Breaking the kiss you look down, and find that you're naked save for your own (navy blue) thigh-highs. Maeve waggles her wand, that little fox grin on her lips again. "Normally I might have the patience for a slow undressing, but I'm rather eager to get my mouth all over you."\n\nToo turned on by now to worry overmuch about where your clothes just went, you step in to resume the kiss eagerly, sinking your fingers into that thick dark hair like you've been wanting to since the train. Maeve wraps her arms around your middle, pulling you close, letting your larger breasts pillow against her smaller ones. Then with a little tug the older girl pulls both of you backward, toppling you onto your sides on the bed. The kisses continue, needy, eager openings of mouth to close against one another or against one lip, sucking it or tugging lightly with teeth. Your hands slide over her slender body, caressing her trim ass, while her hands dig into your fuller one, pale fingers stand out against the somewhat fading bed-perfect tan.\n\nShe rolls you over onto your back after a time, giving you a few more wicked kisses before trailing her lips down your throat, and up the slope of one breast before biting your nipple suddenly, her grin pure wickedness as you yelp in shocked pleasure. Making a distinct purrlike noise low in her throat, she begins washing her tongue over your nipple, a hand coming up to knead your other breast slowly. Occasionally she bites your nipple or tweaks the other one good and hard, mixing up your moans with more little shrieks and squeals. (You really hope stone absorbs sound well, but at this point it's hard to care.)\n\nEventually she rolls off of you onto her back, inviting you to return the favor. You slide over on top of her, briefly kissing her again and hearing her 'mmm' softly, then slip down to start kissing and licking at her nipples, moving from one to the other every few seconds. Your tongue flicks over one quickly, teasing the hard little nub, then moves to the other for slow, rolling licks, before sucking hard on it. You're rewarded with soft, refined, but ever more eager and needy moans from Maeve, her fingers coming up to tangle in your salon-crafted blonde hair.\n\n<hr>\n\n[[Continue.|Aspareth4x12]]

You nod, rubbing your head at the funny feeling, then trot out the door and up the stairs. You arrive at the last door of the tower and knock, waiting for Maeve to call "Come in!" before you head inside.\n\nThe room may not be bigger than yours and Erika's, but it seems like it is. Maybe it's just that it's set up for one person. There are more chairs around, the desk is nicer, the fireplace is bigger and has what looks like a fur rug in front of it. The bed, among the rest, is <i>definitely</i> bigger, probably a king size at least. Maeve is laying on top of it, hands resting on her pale, bare belly, legs stretched out but mostly together. The only thing she's wearing are a pair of black thigh-highs, the rest of her long, lean body naked in the light. Being at the top of the tower, Maeve apparently gets to have a window, and behind the headboard of her bed the full moon shines down on her, lending her creamy skin an almost glowing look.\n\nShe looks perfectly clean and put-together, small, sleek breasts rising and falling just barely with her even breathing. But something about the langurous warmth in her eyes and a lingering smell of musky sex in the room says there was a guy here not too long ago. You didn't think it was even possible for the boys to come into girls' dormitory areas, but then Maeve obviously doesn't concern herself overmuch with the rules other students have to follow. You make sure to close the door before walking over, feigning nonchalance.\n\n"I hear that you've been doing very well," Maeve says with lazy approval, sitting up and then sliding elegantly to sit at the edge of the bed, leaning back against her hands with her legs together, a thin swath of dark blue-black hair making an eye-drawing line towards where her sex is hidden by her thighs. "That you'll be ready to join regular first-year magical classes in about a month."\n\n"That's what Professor Senna said, yeah," you reply, doing your best to grin and act like you're having a completely normal conversation, despite her sitting there in nothing but stockings radiating 'Someone just fucked me really well' waves. "She said I have a lot of power and a talent for energy manipulation."\n\n"Very good. Though I think we can speed that process along a little." Maeve slips further off the bed and up to her feet, slowly making her way towards you, slender hips moving with pure sensuality as she draws closer. Raising one hand, she brushes her fingertips along your jawline. "But first... why don't we become <i>very</i> good friends?" she murmurs, leaning in until the warm breath from her words touches your lips.\n\n<hr>\n[[Um, ew. There's some things even you won't do for popularity.|Aspareth]]\n\n[[Oh, the things you're going to do for popularity. <3|Aspareth4x11]]

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

After awhile Maeve tugs you away, and sits up. Apparently meaning to move things right along, she shifts position to straddle your face and then leans forward, your breasts pressing against her pale belly as she tucks her own head between your legs. You stare for a moment, just taking in the sight of her trim, milk-pale pussylips and the gentle pink between them, before you feel her tongue starting to go to work on your own pussy. With a moan, you lean up and respond in kind.\n\nMaeve proves as wicked to your wet teenage cunt as she did with your nipple, tugging on your pussylips lightly with her teeth or nibbling your clit suddenly amidst long, deep licks, making you writhe and squirm beneath her. You yourself stay with the more energetic tongue treatment, working your mouth over as much of her pussy as you can, tongue sliding up and down and then strumming across her clit, making her buck and quiver above you.\n\nYou're not sure how long it is, but you stay like that for a good long while, sixty-nining and filling the room with girlish moans and squeals and gasps... though you're fairly certain Maeve is too refined to ever really squeal. Maybe you'll make it a personal mission. Eventually she rolls off of you, however, and instead immediately slips around between your legs, hands stroking over your navy-sheathed thighs as her own black-clad ones press against your belly and rub on your ass. Shifting around until her pussy presses firmly against yours, she begins bucking her hips slowly, working them in circles or up and down, whatever seems to work. Moaning eagerly, you start doing the same.\n\nYou rub and stroke her leg as the two of you scissor against each other, and finally you feel Maeve's body quiver, a soft mewl slipping past her lips as she cums. Your moan is more full-throated as you climax, bucking your hips against hers a few last times before settling down, edging apart from her a little. Maeve separates from you and settles onto her back at your side, mmmming contentedly.\n\nBoth of you lay there side-by-side as you catch your breath... though it's barely noticeable in her case. She's accumulated a sheen of sweat and is a bit mussed, but other than that she seems quite collected. When she slides off the bed and stands up to retrieve her wand from where it somehow wound up on the bedside table, she gives it a wave and even that's gone, leaving her as pristine and groomed as she was when you walked in, though now the thick, heavy masculine scent of earlier sex is clouded over with a wave of teenage girl sweat and pheromones. She hms at you as you stand up, and gives her wand a flick at you, and you feel the part-slick-part-sticky sensation covering a lot of your body disappear. Another flick, and your clothes are back in place.\n\n"Thank you, Layla, that was exquisite." And unless she's even better at fakery than you thought before, the low purr in her voice says she means it. "Now, let's see what we can see about helping you study..."\n\n<hr>\n\n[[Continue.|Aspareth4x13]]

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

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

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

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

Pulling yourself out of the haze again, you give your head a hard shake. Mmf... you really need to get out of here. ... While you're at it you'd probably feel better if you put on some clothes, going around this sexualized farm of horrors practically naked probably isn't doing your compromised willpower any favors.\n\n<hr>\n[[Take the keys.|HolJuly]]\n\n[[Take the uniform, while you're at it.|HolJuly1x9]]\n\n[[Look in another room.|HolJuly3x1]]

Yeah, you definitely need to put some actual clothes on, that would help with this whole thing. The occupants of the room seem too fuck-addled to even notice you're there, let alone care about you taking some of their things as you grab up the pants and belt along with the shoes, a shirt, and even one of their hats before backing out of the room and closing the door.\n\nYou notice that at this point the man who was fucking himself on donkey's dick has now become a donkey himself completely... in fact, for all you know they switched places while you were in the rabbit room, since they're completely identical animals now. Doing your best to ignore them, you step into the uniform pants and pull them up, doing up the button fly and fastening the belt. Admittedly the fact that there's a gun and pepper spray on it doesn't hurt your feelings. The shoes are close enough to your size, but apparently the short-sleeved button-up uniform shirt either belonged to a slight-chested woman or the officer was a man before Tanya's transformative magic turned him into a breeding-eager bunnygirl, because it doesn't come even close to fitting. Finally you have to settle for tying it off "country girl" style, leaving a bit of your bikini top and a fair amount of cleavage visible, but at least you <i>feel</i> more covered up than you did. \n\nPutting on the hat, you pull the brim low and use it to block your view of the fucking donkeys as you edge past them and head along the hall and down the stairs. You similarly use it to avert your gaze from whatever you can hear going on around you as you make your way through the main rooms of the house... it definitely sounds just as lewd and disturbing as what was going on upstairs, and you don't want to risk getting lured or practically hypnotized like you were both times upstairs. You make it to the front door without incident and push it open, trotting down the porch steps. You practically feel like you're in the clear!\n\n"Help!"\n\nYour head whips around reflexively at the cry through the night, clear despite the now much louder pops and crackles of the fireworks overhead.\n\n"Please help!"\n\nSounds like someone, at least, is still normal enough that they haven't entirely given in and gleefully submitted to Tanya's magic. You look toward where you heard the sound, then off toward the field where the cars are all parked, and you're assuming where the police stopped as well.\n\n<hr>\n[[Answer the call for help.|HolJuly2x1]]\n\n[[Head for the car.|HolJuly1x10]]

Oh, this is going to be more exciting than meeting a little old abuela in a remote parking lot to buy untaxed tamales!\n\nIt does take you a few days to finish tracking down this mysterious individual, bringing you dangerously close to the deadline to really start planning the party if this doesn't work out. But finally you're told that you have a meeting with them, and that it will be at a third party "girl's dorm" house near the university, which... is a bit odd, but okay. Maybe they just have friends there? But when you park outside the somewhat old two-story and knock on the door, it's definitely a college girl that answers, though she immediately grins and tells you to head upstairs to the door on the left of the end of the hall. 'This... would be the master bedroom, wouldn't it?' you think once you're standing in front of it, hesitating a little before knocking.\n\n"Yeah, come in."\n\nAgain you hesitate just a bit, before gripping the knob and turning, stepping inside. The interior of the room is... well, probably the most fearless college girl room you've ever seen. Shelves are lined with jars full of marijuana buds, pills, and gummi candies (which you're just going to assume are not straight out of the bag). There are posters of both naked men and at least one naked woman on the walls, shamelessly displayed without a hint of worry about perhaps offending some landlord or housemate. There's a scattering of discarded clothes on the floor, including several pairs of panties, and several sex toys just left out on the bedside table in full display. Sitting in a computer chair facing you is a young woman who looks maybe twenty or thereabout, with blonde hair and tan skin, the short cut and her white tanktop and denim cutoffs giving her a slightly tomboyish look despite her large chest and round hips (and her apparent taste in underwear).\n\n"Finally, face to face with the blogger that's been looking for me all this time," she says with a smirk, something about the look in her eyes making you feel like a rabbit faced with a wolf deciding whether it's hungry or not, despite her just being a college student. "I've been debating whether you might be a problem at some point, but I figured it was probably better just to talk things out and maybe get a job at the same time?"\n\n"... Um... if I might be a... problem?" you say, rather weakly, really starting to feel like this might have been a bad idea. \n\n"Let's not focus on that, you're not a problem until you're a problem." Her eyes twinkle with mirth, though that doesn't make you feel any better. "You're Holly, right? My name's Tanya."\n\nTanya? You've heard that name somewhere before. Some of your older friends with kids in school were talking about urban legends from around town, you heard the name Tanya there you're pretty sure, something about...\n\nYour jaw drops. "You're... you're the Pretty Capone of Deviville High!"\n\nTanya's expression goes flat. "Um. Excuse you. It should be fairly fucking obvious that at this point I'm the Pretty Capone of Deviville University, thank you very much."\n\n"You're... a party planner?" you ask, feeling a little faint.\n\n"I mean that's one way to phrase it, sure. I will absolutely get you booze, decorations, locations, permits, and other entertainments all at truly bargain prices. Tax free ain't got nothing on me, baby," she adds with a smirk, lifting her hands in a pair of victory signs and giving them a little shake. "Obviously you didn't want a nice, safe, entirely <i>legal</i> party if you came to me anyway, riiiight?"\n\n"Er, well... that is," you stammer sheepishly, your eyes flicking to the jars of buds on the shelf.\n\n"Right. So here's the deal, Miss Holly-Might-If-She-Tried. I will render my services to you at a significant discount over my usual, and you will wind up having a party so great that its mere memory will cause its attendees to look off into the distance with fond expressions on their faces when they're old and grey. Your part of the deal, besides paying, is that you never, ever write up anything that might even possibly lead to my identity. Oh, feel free to keep writing about the 'mystery planner', that sort of vague urban legend shit does wonders for my business," she adds with a smirk, folding her arms under her chest. "You really oughtta come up with a catchier name for me though. But nothing about my age, gender, location, and definitely not my fuckin' name. Because if you were to publish stuff like that, well, that would be a problem, and I'm pretty damn efficient about solving problems."\n\n"Is that a... threat?"\n\n"Well what the fuck else would it be, lady? Now, c'mon, are we sympatico on this or what?"\n\n<hr>\n[[Alright then.|HolJuly1x3]]\n\n[[No!|HolJuly]]

What's the harm? Clearly the worst she's into is a few "illicit substances", and frankly you've been to enough parties to know that what's on display here isn't even that big of a deal. If she wants to posture a bit about being a big tough gangster, you don't mind, as long as she can actually get the job done. Speaking of which, though, "And you're sure you can get everything you promise? ... In this short a time?" you add, to make it sound more polite.\n\n"No problem. Part of it is that I work more on a goal than specifics, dig?" Tanya says with another grin, which actually has you nodding along, since that makes sense to your idea of party planning. She turns towards her computer desk and picks up a sheet of paper and a pair of reading glasses, slipping them on as she eyes the paper. You wonder if she actually needs them or is just enjoying herself with the theater of it. "Now, I've drawn up an outline of three potential plans here, based on how big you want your party and how hard you want it to go. The first is a party at your place, which is the cheapest option out of any of them. Benefits, we can have any sort of 'entertainment' that you want, pretty much, by benefit of it being your private property and very, very easy to just have the authorities ignore things like noise complaints or the yapping of noisy neighbors. We'll cut down on that by erecting some big temporary privacy fences anyway. Drawback, less room so less attendees, and your options for fireworks are a little limited."\n\nYou nod in agreement at that... you hadn't exactly been expecting a big show no matter what, but. "But you have other options with more impressive fireworks possibilities?"\n\n"Yeah, if you wanted, I could get hold of most of a public park for your personal use. Now, there would be <i>some</i> restrictions as to what you could get away with, considering that it is, well, a public park. The entertainment would be a liiiittle more limited in options, let's say."\n\nYou purse your lips a little. "I thought you were supposed to be able to take care of that sort of thing?"\n\n"I mean it's a public park in full view of the Karens, lady, there's only so much I can do," Tanya answers, rolling her eyes. "I can keep them from going to your house but if people frolicking nude in full view of the gates and making out on the playground equipment gets posted on the internet there's not a whole lot I'd be able to do."\n\n"... Okay fair enough." But just how wild is she expecting this party to get by default?!\n\n"The third option is to make use of a nice little farm about half an hour outside of town I have, let's say, access to. Some extra travel time for your guests, but it's a great space. An actual pool but also a 'swimmin' hole', lots of buildings to set up various activities in, tons of open country, and since it's outside the city limits then we don't even need to bother with getting a permit or making someone look the other way, as long as we keep the fireworks under the level of 'ICBM' we can do what we want. Same pretty much goes for any and all manner of entertainments, we do whatever the hell we want there, I have a cleaning crew come through after, it's like there was never a party there at all."\n\n"That certainly sounds... interesting," you allow. 'Tempting' might be a better word, considering that it sounds like this could finally secure your position as Party Queen of Deviville, a coveted unofficial title that it is both totally achievable and normal to desire.\n\n"Here, with an estimate of potential price ranges," Tanya declares, turning the paper and offering it to you.\n\nYou accept it, eyes roaming over the text... and then bulging, your jaw going slack. "Seriously?! ... How much is the discount you're giving me?!"\n\n"That's <i>with</i> the discount." Tanya raises her eyebrows. "Hey, listen, a party to remember forever doesn't come cheap. Look, you can either go to Sam's Club and buy 100 flavorless hot dogs and a bathtub of cheap vodka and call it a day, or you can invest what you normally spend on parties the rest of the year into one big one that everyone will love you for forever. Your choice."\n\nYou eye her a little dubiously, then look at the pricing sheet. You... do kind of believe her, so you guess it's just down to which party you want.\n\n<hr>\n[[Party at your house.|HolJuly]]\n\n[[Rent a park.|HolJuly6x1]]\n\n[[Rent the farm.|HolJuly]]\n\n[["Geez, you want my soul while you're at it?"|HolJuly1x4]]

No, no, this is definitely an excuse to throw a really great party yourself! Besides, writing about the work you do setting up for holiday parties always provides way more potential for more and meatier articles than just going out and having fun!\n\nOf course, if that's your goal, you can't just throw any little bash with a case of beer and a couple of packets of kool-aid. No, this needs to be a major party! Your house and yard is large enough to throw a pretty impressive one as it is, but you're not above hiring another venue, especially since you can easily claim that as a tax write-off. (Look not all your income comes from blogging, you have investments, you're not stupid.) You want to plan a large and elaborate enough party, at the very least, that you're going to need to hire someone to handle part of that. Oh you're still going to do most of the prepwork yourself, but hiring someone to actually buy the stuff, take care of applying for the permits you need to set off fireworks, things like that, that will guarantee things go better.\n\n(Some people would call that a 'party planner' but you're absolutely going to be doing all the planning. Which... would upset a lot of party planners, thus why you're looking for someone who just specializes in other logistics.)\n\nNow you could just use a website that specializes in this kind of thing, essentially just telling them the things you need and having it delivered and taken care of without ever really talking to another human being. That would be the easiest thing and allow you the most time to focus on the party itself and what you wanted it to be. Or...\n\nWell, it sounds a little silly phrased that way, but you've heard of someone referred to as 'the ultimate back alley party planner'. An individual who can get you whatever you want for the most amazing party ever, and supposedly what's more, make sure all the officials look the other way. Forget being able to set off a few fireworks bought from a stand, supposedly this shady, well-connected person could make it so that you could light off a professional scale mortar launch series and not a single city official would so much as blink in your direction. You've been looking into this person in part because it's just such an exciting story (the world of holiday parties doesn't exactly have a lot of "true crime thriller" to go with it, usually), but also if you wanted to make it a truly <i>memorable</i> party, then they're clearly the way to go.\n\n<hr>\n[[Use the ordering website.|HolJuly]]\n\n[[Seek out the "back alley" party planner.|HolJuly1x2]]

Realizing you'd actually taken two steps forward, you jerk back and stumble a little, gasping loudly as if just having broken the surface after a deep dive. You quickly turn your head away, forcing yourself not to look at the strange, twisted scene going on just a handful of feet away. You see now what Tanya meant... with whatever strange thing she's done to you, it's clearly a hazard just to look at the horrors sprung from her imagination, lest you get drawn in.\n\nFighting to not react, you force yourself to stay calm for a moment and just look around the hallway. You start to see what Tanya meant about warping space here... the hallway looks much longer and seems to almost "wander" back and forth strangely. There are definitely more doors than there were before. You suddenly realize that means that not only is Deviville off all that distance by road, who knows how big the farm might be now? She's really lured you into her little trap, you think sourly. \n\nBut enough of that for now, you have to get out of here! Trying to ignore the steadily more entirely animal sounds of the pair fucking not too far away, you do your best to calm down and think. The obvious thing to do is to try to get to your car and just drive back to the city. Of course, it's <i>so</i> obvious that Tanya almost certainly thought of it too, so who knows if 1) your car works or 2) your keys are where you left them. ... Actually now that you think of it your keys are in the bedroom you just left. With Tanya. So it's a question of whether the hidden backup key is still with the car itself.\n\nOkay, think. Tanya also said she'd scattered things around the farm that could help you, just to make it actually possible for you to escape. (You'll just have to assume she meant it, as well as her remarks about traps.) Add in whatever you can find that she <i>didn't</i> intend that you could help yourself with, and you might really have a chance! Maybe. So where to start?\n\n<hr>\n[[Look around up here.|HolJuly1x7]]\n\n[[Go downstairs.|HolJuly9x1]]

Maybe you'll find something in one of these rooms, you think, possibly in part because it delays you having to edge around the transforming couple. You turn and make your way to the nearest door, hesitating just a little before pushing it open.\n\nImmediately you're hit by more sounds of fucking, this time the bedsprings and frame squeaking and thumping loudly and rapidly, along with feminine squeals and masculine groans. You stare a bit again as you realize that the pair on the bed have taken on distinctly lapine features, their ears long and bodies covered with soft-looking fur, a little puffball arrowhead of a tail lifted above the man's white-furred ass as he pounds down into the woman in what you're fairly certain is called a 'mating press'. Laying sprawled on the floor nearby are a pair of other satisfied-looking rabbit women, their bodies having grown short and somewhat wide with thick thighs and pawlike feet, their faces happy and tongues lolled out as they show off their well-fucked and thoroughly cum-covered pussies.\n\n"Conceived on the Fourth of July!" the bunnyman squeals as he pounds down into his current mate, who you can see still has a few spots of human skin and appearance, though those are rapidly disappearing, her toes shrinking into her new paws. "Conceived on the Fourth of July, conceived on the Fourth of July!" he chants in a mix of patriotic fervor and breeding fervor.\n\n'Why animals?' you think dazedly, stuck staring at them. Then you realize, well, you are on a farm... maybe Tanya thinks people turning into animals is appropriate to that.\n\nYour gaze wanders down, and you spot a pair of men's swim trunks and what you're guessing are a trio of scattered police uniforms. The authorities must have come out to have a look around despite everything, and wound up just as caught in Tanya's trap as everyone else. Your gaze locks onto the key ring clipped to one of the belts left in the pants, before it's hauled up at the sound of a particularly hard thrust and an audible splurting, rushing noise.\n\n"Aaaaa! I can feel myself being knocked uuuuup!" the fully-changed rabbit woman on the bed squeals, her little pawlike hands rubbing at her head and face in unrestrained delight as she writhes beneath the bunnyboy rutting her. "Aaaa, I'm bred, I'm gravid, feels so gooood!"\n\nYour pussy gives a twinge, more of your juices soaking into your bikini bottoms. 'I wanna be bred too,' you think before you can stop yourself.\n\n<hr>\n[[Breed meeee!|HolJuly]]\n\n[[Resist.|HolJuly1x8]]

"If this is what it costs for a party at a farm, what could I get if I just sold you my soul?" you say dryly, shaking your head as you continue to consider.\n\nTanya looks at you for a long moment... then starts snickering. "... Hey, you know what? Deal."\n\nThat makes you blink. "Er, what?"\n\n"No, seriously, that tickles the hell out of me. Or into me, maybe," Tanya says as she turns back to her computer, starting to type rapidly on the mechanical keyboard. "Tell you what, fam, forget about the money. I will do this party just to prove my absolute might and show you what I can do when I cut loose, and we will revisit whether I do another one for you... no discount... like at Christmas maybe. And all I will charge you for this one..." She hits 'Print', waiting for the printer to spit out the warm, slightly curled page before snatching it up and proffering it. "Is your soul."\n\nYou eye her, then accept the paper. It... appears to be an actual legal contract, and you've seen enough to know this one uses all the proper terms and would probably hold up in court, if it weren't such an obvious joke. Tanya seems to be having a laugh, not serious in any way, not that you'd take it particularly seriously either. Still, part of you is screaming in warning... this doesn't feel right, this seems dangerous, you should absolutely, in no uncertain terms, do this, you should instead run as fast and far away from this person as you can.\n\nBut you assure that part of you that it's just being superstitious, and instead grin at Tanya. "This idea really amuses you, doesn't it?"\n\n"I mean I admit, everyone's always said I probably would be taking people's souls one day, but no one has just straight-up offered until now," Tanya says with a snicker. "So yeah, just for making my day, let's call this one a promo for you and all of your friends."\n\nYou guess you can see that... you will be inviting some fairly well-off and influential people, after all, and you have the feeling Tanya knows that. The chance to show off what she can do at full strength would lead to a lot more profit further down the road, so you're basically convinced that she's got her own interest worked out, and the bit about your soul is just an amusing little joke. 'Works for me,' you think, grinning as you sign and date the contract.\n\nTanya laughs and calls in one of the other girls from the house to serve as a witness, apparently just to fully go through with the joke, then shakes your hand. "I'll send you details as I get everything worked out. This is going to be the party of your life."\n\n"It better be, for what it cost," you tease back, giving her a wink.\n\nOver the next week or so, Tanya sends you emails letting you know about everything that's been secured, and you take several trips up to the farm itself to have a look around and make your preparations. It's actually a very nice place... old and obviously borderline abandoned, but it's not falling apart, somebody's been keeping it up enough that it's sturdy and you doubt you'll have to worry about it falling down on anyone's heads. Tanya arranges to have the pool cleaned and the large, mostly natural dirt pond further out on the property both cleaned up and made ready to use, and between the two of you a number of fun and, in some cases, rather raunchy entertainments get planned, such as bachelor and bachelorette auctions in the barn, a wet t-shirt contest for ladies and a wet white shorts contest for guys, a number of drinking games, things like that. Admittedly you wind up rather glad to have a college student's input because if there's a holiday to run around acting like drunk college kids, wouldn't that be Independence Day?\n\nEventually the Fourth itself rolls around, and your guests start to arrive. People immediately set to drinking and eating from the numerous grills, manned by what you assume are Tanya's classmates, since they're attractive college girls wearing rather skimpy bikinis. Certainly you notice a lot of people going back for seconds very quickly, but then it is a cookout... everyone's stomachs get bigger at cookouts, right? You wander around the party mingling, wearing your own slightly skimpy stars and stripes bikini, assuring everyone that all the best and most fun activities are going to start after dark, and that they won't have to worry about missing the fireworks show, since it will be going on from pretty much dusk to dawn. People definitely already seem to be having plenty of fun though... between the full-service open bar and the full-service joint counter (both manned by more of Tanya's bikini-clad coeds), you notice that more than a few bikini tops have already started to come off and there's already some skinny dipping going on. Well... that's fine, you think with a grin, resisting the urge to strip off your own top since it would ruin your swimsuit's theme. You knew this party was going to get Like That when you planned it.\n\nStill, as the day wears on, you start to feel unexpectedly tired. You haven't really been drinking that much yourself, and you haven't imbibed anything else, so you're not sure what's wrong with you. You try a few energy drinks but, if anything, just feel even more run down. Eventually you give up, excusing yourself to the people you're chatting with at the moment and heading into the house, through the small crowds of people taking breaks from the heat to watch TV or play card games, and head upstairs. The master bedroom's actually been cleaned and made up, and after closing the door to drown out most of the sound of the party, you collapse onto the bed and almost instantly fall asleep.\n\nYou awake with a slight jerk to the sounds of whistling, popping, and crackling, realizing it's dark in the room, save for flickers of light coming in through the window. Groaning in both grogginess and disappointment, you sit up and put a hand to your head. 'Oh no, I missed the start of the fireworks! ... Actually how much did I miss?' you think with a frown, glancing at the window and realizing it's not just dusk or evening, but full dark. 'I didn't think I stayed up <i>that</i> late finishing everything up,' you think as you get up and head out the door.\n\nOutside the hall is dark as well, all the lights turned off. You reach for the nearby switch, then pause at the sound of grunting and moaning from a bit down the hall, and the distinctive slap of flesh on flesh. Your face heats... oh. Looks like the party has progressed to <i>that</i> stage while you were gone. In fact looking down the hall (though it seems weirdly longer and more wavy in the dark), you can see a pair of figures, one bent over with their hands on the wall, the other thrusting from behind. Not wanting to embarrass or disturb them, you leave the switch as it is, instead starting forward with the intention to slip by them and go downstairs without them noticing, if possible.\n\nAs you get closer and the fog of sleep clears from your head, and more of the light from the fireworks outside filters in through the windows in flashes and flickers, though, you start to realize that something's not quite right about the pair. The outline is... off, strange. Then you get close enough that you can actually see through the shadows, and you clap your hands over your mouth in a scream.\n\nThe one who's bent over with their hands on the wall is a man, his swim trunks down around his ankles as he's pounded into from behind, his limp cock wobbling below him from the impacts of the one fucking him. But that's not what's horrifying... what's horrifying is that the person, the <i>thing</i> fucking him is, from the shoulders down, an attractive woman still wearing her bikini, her full, perfect tits jiggling in the tie-dyed neon-colored top. But from the neck up she has the head of a donkey... not a single hint of humanity in it, just an actual donkey's head with dark, empty animal eyes, lips pulled back from large equine teeth and a low, bestial grunting and wheezing escaping from its thick, powerful neck. The cock she's grown and is fucking the man with is a donkey's too, heavy grey-brown furred balls spilling over the front of her bikini bottoms, the flared head obvious from the shape of the bulge working back and forth in the belly of the man she's obviously raping, his eyes rolled and his body shuddering.\n\nAs if you seeing her for what she is had broken some spell of muting, she lets out a long, entirely animal bray that fills the entire hallway, an utterly inhuman "HAAAAAAAW-hee-haw-hee-haw!" and starts thrusting faster. With an even louder bray she shoves forward, the man's stomach starting to bulge and bloat. But you can also see that his cock is starting to get hard... and that his face is starting to stretch and his ears to lengthen, his lips parting as he lets out a loud "Hawwww!" of his own.\n\nTurning, you scramble madly back down the short distance of the hall back into the bedroom, slamming the door and leaning against it, your whole body shaking in horror and your mind reeling away from the reality of what you saw.\n\n"Happy Freedom Day~!" chirps a familiar voice from the bed.\n\nYour head whips towards the sound, your eyes widening. "T-... Tanya?!"\n\nTanya's laying on her side on the bed, propped up on one elbow with her head on her hand, doing a perfect playmate pose to show off her nude body. Of course she's also bright red, her hair having turned inky black, a pair of pointed horns rising from her forehead and a spade-tipped tail curling back and forth in catlike fashion behind her. She grins wickedly at you, the sclera of her eyes having turned deep black and the blue of them having taken on a steady, unsettling glow. "In the flesh! Still, I think," she adds in a thoughtful tone, glancing down and poking herself on the hip.\n\n"What... I... what's happening?" you whimper, cowering against the door a bit as she slides around and stands, walking towards you with a sensual strut.\n\n"Well, see, about five minutes after you left that first day, this really hot chick with huuuuge tits showed up at my place. Apparently my little joke about taking your soul wasn't a joke, I really do own it now, which qualified me for official demonhood! Errana was all too glad to help me shed my humanity, in return for a few, mm, future considerations. And of course the things she had me do. The depraved, disgusting, degrading, inhuman things she had me do," Tanya continues, biting her lower lip lightly with a prominent canine and tucking a hand between her legs. "Mmmm, fuck, just remembering it's getting me all turned on again."\n\n"No... no, you can't, you can't be a real demon, you can't...!" you stammer, trailing off and just staring at her in horror.\n\n"Can't <i>own your soul</i>?" Tanya smirks wider, lifting her hands. "'Fraid so, boo! The contract was super enforceable, Errana even complimented me on it, though as she pointed out I did neglect to put in a clause saying when and how I'd take possession of it. Luckily, that's where this place comes in!" she continues, angling her index fingers outward and glancing around at the farmhouse, the merry sounds of fireworks steadily going off outside overlaying her cheerful, cruel words. "See since it's part of our whole bargain, Errana taught me how to turn it into my 'demesne'... I've spent the week with her helping me work all sorts of enchantments on this place. It's basically mine to alter as I please... and while I can't just snatch the souls of your guests, I <i>can</i> warp and toy with their bodies and minds until they give them up themselves! And do you know how big a party you managed, babe? Four figures! Four! Figures! I am definitely getting the 'Most Promising Newmade' award at the demon meeting this year!"\n\n"T-Tanya, no, please," you sob, clutching your hands pleadingly. "Please, let me go, let them go, don't do this!"\n\n"Tch tch tch, none of that, no crying, I love suffering but I hate crying, it's a total turnoff," Tanya scolds, wagging a finger as she saunters over to you, laying that finger across your lips. "Now I've already decided to give you some choices, since I really do like you, Holly. Besides, it's Independence Day!" she declares, glowing eyes sparkling wickedly. "So I'll give you some chances to save everyone! And maybe yourself!"\n\n"You... you will?" you sniffle as she lowers her finger from your mouth.\n\n"Sure! In fact, I'll let everyone go in the morning if you agree to submit to me completely here and now," Tanya replies, her tail giving a suggestive flick towards the bed. "I mean, they'll still spend all night in my little farm of horrors, but when the sun comes up they'll all be back to normal, no worse the wear physically or mentally, thinking that nothing worse happened than maybe some really weird... and hey, really sexy, let's admit... trips from indulging themselves a little too hard in the edibles. Of course, you'll spend the rest of your life, and then the rest of eternity, as my willing slave... but that's currently your assured fate anyway."\n\nWhile you're still trying to make yourself consider that, Tanya presses on. "But since I'm such a great gal, and apparently because things like this actually enhance my power, I'll give you a chance... slim chance... to save both everyone at the party and yourself. If you make it back to Deviville before the sun rises completely over the horizon, I'll not only let all of your guests go, I'll give up my claim on your soul, and you'll go free. You'll neeeever have to worry about me again... well, which isn't to say you won't anyway," she adds with a smirk. "I've even scattered clues, helpful items, and ways out around the farm to better your chances! Of course, I've also got the place absolutely littered with traps, spells, and schmuck bait," she adds with a snicker. "And if you get drawn into a trap, or altered thoroughly enough, or just in any way fail to make it back to Deviville before the sun comes up, then your soul becomes mine right there, on the spot, and I get everyone else's too once they give in to my power. And there's one other obstacle too."\n\n"What... what's that?"\n\nTanya smirks as she steps closer, and you yelp and jump as she tucks a hand under your bikini bottoms and between your legs... then let out a loud moan as she strokes her fingers over your plump, dripping pussylips. You'd been so distracted by sheer terror that you hadn't noticed that your nipples were achingly hard and that your pussy was soaked, and now you give a shudder of mingled fear, pleasure, and violation as Tanya slips two red-skinned, black-nailed fingers inside of you and strokes lightly. "Since we're already bound by you selling your soul to me, you can't help but be turned on by all this the same as I am. Part of you will <i>want</i> to submit, to be taken, raped, altered, defiled, to become some permanent little twisted display of my fucked-up imagination for all eternity. Too bad for your willpower, babe."\n\nYou shiver, slumping against the door as she slips her fingers out of you and instead brings them up to her mouth, her tongue sliding out and extending, actually wrapping around her fingers and stroking over them a few times before drawing back between her lips. "So what's it gonna be, huh? Submit now and become my willing bitch, or struggle and strive to escape and save yourself as well as everybody? Buuuut probably not," she adds with a snicker, wagging her still damp and glistening fingers in the air.\n\n<hr>\n[[Submit to Tanya.|HolJuly]]\n\n[[Try to escape.|HolJuly1x5]]

"I... I won't go quietly," you decide, trying to firm your voice and straighten your back, despite still faintly feeling the memories of her fingers inside you and the ticklishness of your pussy dripping down your thighs. "I'll save everyone <i>and</i> myself!"\n\n"Gotta love how you make your selfishness sound so heroic," Tanya sneers, clapping mockingly with her fingertips as her tail flicks. "But fine, fine, have it your way! You pass the Deviville city limits before the sun's fully over the horizon, your soul's your own again and everyone on the farm reverts to normal like this was never anything but a bad dream."\n\n"How long do I have?" you ask, glancing around at the room hoping to spot a clock.\n\n"Mm. A while." At you looking back at her, Tanya shrugs. "Hey, I've altered space here pretty extremely, it affects how time works too. The sun'll rise when it rises. If I were you, I'd listen for those to stop," she adds, flicking a hand towards the window where the fireworks are still constantly, ceaselessly popping and shimmering. "When they do, you'll know it's getting close."\n\n"... Fine! But... you'll see! Today, I'll celebrate my-!"\n\n"Oh please," Tanya interrupts, rolling her eyes as she stalks forward, grabbing your arm in one hand and the door handle in the other, yanking you around and then shoving you through, slamming the door after you.\n\nDang. You were really going to manage something there. You stare at the door for a moment, then turn, shuddering a little at the sounds of grunting and moaning and fucking still going on from further down the hall. Tentatively, you start forward, taking a careful peek at the pair you saw before.\n\nThere's nothing human left of the woman, nor even anything female... she's become a male donkey completely now, not a single hint of anything more than base animal drives in those dark eyes, the fully quadrupedal form giving no hint that it might have been human other than the discarded bikini laying flopped on the ground. Beneath the donkey it's now the man who's fucking himself back onto the animal's cock, though his own head already has very little hints of humanity left to it, and the same grey-brown fur has started sprouting all over his body. His cock, previously limp and soft and entirely human, is now half-hard and wobbling beneath him, getting harder as it also visibly gets thicker and longer, the head of it starting to change shape and flare, his balls darkening and turning black as they grow.\n\nThough you were only trying to take a quick look to decide if it would be easy to get past them, you find your gaze locking onto his cock. The way it moves, it gradually changing from wobbling to swaying as it gets harder, its more and more bestial appearance, the shift in his balls, it's all becoming almost... hypnotic. Barely realizing it, your tongue slips out and flicks across your lips as the image of yourself getting underneath him and pushing that ever bigger, ever fatter donkey dick into your mouth and letting it push down your throat as it changes and he spills his humanity out into your belly as a thick load of cum swims through your mind...\n\n<hr>\n[[Give in.|HolJuly]]\n\n[[Snap out of it.|HolJuly1x6]]

"Alright, here's the deal, Chocola," you say, holding up a finger. "I did say you'd have to work off that 1000 gold you wanted, and you haven't made anywhere near that much."\n\n"B-but you said-!"\n\n"I know, and I <i>am</i> going to let you out. But the world has changed a lot while you've been in here... you can't just go back to your old life anymore, can you? Can you even remember what that was? What job you had? Who was President?"\n\n"I... w-well, no." Chocola's ears droop a bit as she pouts. "But what are you saying? That I have to become your, what, your... employee?"\n\n"I was thinking more 'agent'. You see the whole reason I stuck you in here was that I'm what's called a wicked witch, and it was part of building my power. Well I've become very powerful since then, but if I want to keep being powerful and doing what I want, it requires a lot of tasks I don't always want to bother doing myself. For that I employ, create, or enslave agents. I send them out on all sorts of interesting missions to do what I need done... I promise you that you won't be bored!"\n\nShe hesitates for only the briefest of moments, before nodding quickly. "Yeah, fine, sure, whatever, as long as I can get out of here!"\n\n"Heheh, alright. I'll bring you out in about an hour, and I mean it this time, it won't be two hours."\n\n"Wait, one hour not two what, what do you mean, does that mean when you said a century it was-"\n\nYou log out before she can finish, sitting up and lifting the helmet off her head. "Alright, Mavis, let's set up a bioprinter and an energy transfer, I tagged one of the souls in the server for moving."\n\n"Very good, ma'am."\n\nAbout ninety minutes later, Chocola gasps loudly and sits bolt upright in the bioprinter cylinder, looking back and forth with grey eyes wide. She starts to scramble out of it before you move to put your hands on her slender shoulders. "Easy, easy, take it easy."\n\n"Bwuh... wha... huh?" She blinks at you a few times, before you help her out and stand up. "I'm... back in the real world?" she asks, glancing around.\n\n"Mhm, in a brand new body. Take a look at yourself," you urge, moving her over in front of an old-fashioned mirror you had set up.\n\nShe blinks a few times as you step away, reaching her hands up to run her hands over her shoulder-length white hair, then down over her slight breasts and slim hips. "You made me all... y'know... not-curvy," she notes in a confused tone.\n\n"I just moved the body sliders all the way down instead of all the way up." At her startled glance, you smirk and hold up your hands. "Kidding, kidding. Actually your new body can change its dimensions pretty freely, this is just the 'default'... meant more for action and stealth and not getting too noticed."\n\n"I'm still an elf, though?" she asks with a bit of a frown, reaching up to pluck a bit at one long, pointed ear, and giving a squeak to find that's apparently pleasurable.\n\n"Yeah, body mods on the range of changing your whole species aren't too terribly uncommon anymore, that won't make you stand out."\n\n"What, seriously?" She turns towards you, frowning. "How the heck am I supposed to be like a secret agent in a world like that? I mean I definitely feel like I used to be super competent and majorly awesome, but if it's that far in the future, what can I do?"\n\n"Oh, don't worry. Here in a few seconds I'm going to upload a copy of part of my brain into yours, a part containing a lot of my skills with technology and even some of my ability with magic. It should give you everything you need to become my top agent basically instantly."\n\n"Huh? Wait, upload part of your brain into your brain?" You stagger a little at a sudden wave of dizziness, putting a hand to your head, your vision going fuzzy for a second. When you raise your head, you blink at the sight of yourself standing there... wait, no, that's... Cyan. Mistress Cyan. You're Chocola. The confusion clears quickly, leaving you frowning a bit at her. "Okay, that's weird. How many implants did you even put in me?"\n\n"Technically I didn't 'put them in you', you were constructed with them already inside," Cyan answers with that annoying smug look of hers that you remember her having even two centuries ago when she trapped you. "But a lot. You'll be able to pull up a full list once you've acclimated enough to access your HUD implant. In fact, why don't you have Mavis to run you through a training sim? She'll help you become familiar with your implants and abilities before you head out. Or, y'know, don't and just get right to work... I expect my agents to be able to manage themselves and work on available tasks until I tell them something specific I need, so it's up to you. Just don't expect me to come and save you if you fuck up," she adds, flicking a hand in the air as she turns and walks out, adding a call of "Also I'm gonna fuck you later!" before the door closes.\n\nRolling your eyes, you sigh. Man, all this just because you... you did something, you're pretty sure. You recall it looked really cool and you thought maybe it would result in someone sucking your dick. ... Wow, hey, you used to have a dick, didn't you? Anyway, you don't want Cyan to decide you might be more useful back in the soul trap server, so you probably should do as she said.\n\nRaising your head a little, you call uncertainly, "Uh, hey... Mavis?"\n\n"Good morning, Chocola," answers the female voice from speakers in the corner of the ceiling. "Welcome to the Vidya Witch Alliance. You have probationary Silver level access to security and resources. How may I assist you today? Would you like to take Mistress Cyan's suggestion of training, or would you like a list of available jobs?"\n\n<hr>\n[[Training.|Chocola1x1]]\n\n[[Jobs.|Chocola2x1]]

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

Well, if the dirt farmer's words were accurate, best not to risk pissing off the local lord. At best you might come down in the morning to find your steed stolen, and that would be a massive blow to getting started indeed. You follow the road directly through town, trying not to get distracted by the mass of beings from both the lower planes and others, wearing a riot of clothes from different eras of history and, you're fairly certain, the future. While there are numerous sights, stalls, and other things, you keep on through... you have nothing to barter with at the moment other than your body anyway, and that can become tiresome to pay with fast, depending on what someone wants. You're soon through the city itself and setting off on the trail up the hill.\n\nAbout halfway up you spot another wall and gate, guards standing at it. But before you're even within calling distance the doors are being pulled open to admit you. Huh... you have to admit you kind of like that. You continue on through the gate and up to the castle, where a contingent of guards, slaves, and what must be the lord of the castle himself is waiting. Vivlar is a massive 'classic' demon... goatlike hooves, red skin, a face that's somehow both handsome and ugly at once, a jet black goatee and long black hair, clad in gleaming black and red armor, the lower part of it mostly a loincloth that falls against and outlines the massive member beneath. He's a good twelve feet tall, and from the looks of it his cock is at least three feet... limp. A bit showy for your tastes, but eh, still hot. You draw up in front of the contingent. "It looks like you've been expecting me, Lord."\n\n"Indeed," he rumbles. "Word passed to me from Xkghton even before you arrived within its walls. I'm most glad you came directly to see me. Please, allow my servants to take your steed to the stables so that we might talk in comfort."\n\n"I have your word that he'll be returned to me when I leave?" you ask suspiciously, squeezing your thighs around your property.\n\n"You would ask <i>me</i> for my word?" Vivlar says as if offended, putting a hand to his chest and scowling. "Are you implying that the Lord of Xkghton would lie to someone coming to treat in good faith?" he adds, putting some growl into his voice.\n\n<hr>\n[[Er, no, of course not.|GGHell]]\n\n[[Yeah.|GGHell2x3]]

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

You roll your eyes mightily. "Well I think he fucking would, yeah."\n\nThere's absolute silence for a long moment. And then the demon lord bursts out with a large booming laugh. "You are no fool then, and we shall treat as such! I give you my binding word, you shall be treated with full guest rights, including having your steed returned to you should you choose to leave with him."\n\nYou hesitate for a moment more, going over the statement in your mind, but the offering of explicit guest rights is pretty solid. So you nod and swing off of the steed, allowing one of the naked imp girls to move forward. You give him a mental nudge to go with her, but grin as he leans down and nips her bare little ass, making her squeal. Vivlar chuckles as well as you move to join him, and he turns and makes his way inside the sumptuously-appointed castle, walking through the massive halls.\n\n"Since you came directly to me, no doubt you have heard that I am a breeder of hellhorses," the lord says, rolling his ring-clad, talon-tipped red fingers as he speaks. "And you are a new, and yet I sense powerful and canny demon, with a new and equally powerful hellhorse."\n\n"I admit, I was born yesterday," you respond with a tilt of the head.\n\n"And already out and about in the lower planes trying to find your fortune. I wish I'd had your ambition when I was newmade," Vivlar sighs with apparently sincere longing as the two of you enter what looks like a throne room. However, on the dais where mortal kings might keep a gilded chair, Vivlar has what looks like a female demon lord, one slightly larger than himself. She's chained onto all fours with thick, runemarked black iron, another broad band of metal wrapped around her neck with a short chain going to the floor, keeping her head constantly bowed as if in respect, but not so much that you can't see her snapped-off horns. Her body is completely naked, her tail crimped short and capped with black iron studded with bits of clear glass, as if in mockery of jewels, and the side of her ass bears a brand in the shape of what you're guessing is Vivlar's mark. Vivlar casually moves up to his 'throne', flipping his loincloth back before settling down on her back, obviously wanting to make sure she can feel his balls and cock on her bare skin, her massive purple tits wobbling under her as she bears the weight. "But yes, there are a few ways we could benefit each other."\n\n"I'm listening," you answer, clasping your hands behind your back, deciding to pay no further heed to the demon lord's living throne, since no one else is. Apparently what was once a powerful ruler in her own right is now just a bit of furniture... well, and a message, clearly.\n\n"I have some land and a castle holdings, as well as some funds, that I have been holding waiting to offer to a promising demon. I think that might be you. You could become a landed lord of your own incredibly fast for such a newmade, though of course what you do with it from there is up to you. If you might trade me for your steed...?"\n\nThe offer is intensely tempting, as it should be, but you shake your head. "The steed is mine, my lord, I intend to keep it for eternity."\n\n"Mm, you are a smart one, indeed. Very well then. There are other ways for you to do me services worthy of earning the keep. I have a hellhorse contest with Lord Brakken coming up soon, and I've heard tell he's got an impressive entry."\n\n"And you want to enter my horse instead of one of your own?"\n\n"No, my dear." Vivlar smiles toothily. "I want to enter <i>you</i>."\n\n"Me?!" You stare at him... then purse your lips. "You want to turn me into a hellhorse."\n\n"As powerful as that steed is, you are moreso, and still new enough that your form can be easily enough reshaped for some time yet. You could enter into a slave contract... they can be temporary, after all... and changed, and then after the contest you could be turned back. All according to the rules, me entering my property into the contest and, of course, winning, and you could be back to your old form and on your way to your new title and holdings."\n\n"And if I don't want to be a hellhorse?"\n\n"Mm. There is breeding to consider."\n\n"Letting my stallion stud your mares?"\n\n"Yes." He smirks. "And letting my stallions stud you." He chuckles again at your blink. "Again, your newness and power is an advantage. Any get one of my stallions sired on you, in your own form, would be a full hellhorse... but infused with greater energy and new life. Between your offspring and that of your steed, there would be enough reinvigorated lifeblood in my herd to keep it breeding strong for thousands of years to come."\n\nYou shift your jaw thoughtfully. "Any other temptations while you're at it, my lord?"\n\nVivlar shrugs, resting a hand on his throne's ass. "If none of that appeals, I am always looking for more wives. You could present the steed as your dowry, and I will offer him back to you as a wedding present, meaning he would technically belong to us both. With such a dowry, you would not be the greatest of my wives, but certainly not the least. It is not a lordship of your own... but it is its own path to power. An ambitious demoness could certainly do worse. What say you?"\n\n<hr>\n[[Become a hellhorse.|GGHell]]\n\n[[Become a brood mare.|GGHell]]\n\n[[Marry Vivlar.|GGHell]]\n\n[[No, none of it.|GGHell]]

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

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

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

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

You know indulging morbid curiosity probably isn't the smartest thing in the world right now, but some part of you just has to know what Tanya's done to those of your guests who were just sitting and enjoying more indoor entertainments. You cautiously approach the little pools of light, until you can actually see the people sitting at the tables. And, of course, wind up staring.\n\nThere's a table of... dogs playing poker. Well, on closer look, not all of them are dogs, but they definitely seem to be animal-like people. You wonder if Tanya's decided to do this sort of strange animalistic thing to her transformations of the guests because you're on a farm. In any event, they all seem to be deeply absorbed in their poker game, and most of them are either wearing skimpy swimsuits or nothing at all. You notice there don't seem to be chips or anything else on the table, so what are they betting with?\n\nAt the next table, the players look more normal, albeit still all wearing simsuits, and some of them seem... strange, like people you really wouldn't have expected to be at your party. There's a tall stack of board game boxes on one side of the table, indicating that they're probably playing from the large collection you brought, though the boxes too look like they've been altered slightly.\n\nAnd at a third table there's... well, they seem to be the strangest group of all. There's one person completely shrouded in red robes, a woman in a skimpy little outfit that at first you take for a bikini but seems to have a loincloth and to be embroidered with some sort of runes, a short squat man with a thick beard and full armor(?!), and what looks like some sort of mostly naked muscular lizard man with horns also wearing a loincloth. What in the world?\n\nDeciding you really don't want to get involved with this, you turn around to go... or at least, you try to. Any time you try to move from facing towards the tables, it's like your body just refuses to listen to you and does nothing. But then when you take a step forward, you can move. ... Oh no. You've fallen into one of Tanya's traps! You didn't expect just <i>looking</i> at things to be a trap! But now it appears that you can't actually leave, you'll have to sit down at one of the tables and play. You'll just have to hope that Tanya's still allowing you some chance of escape, and that playing one of these games might allow you to do so somehow.\n\n<hr>\n[[Poker table.|HolJuly]]\n\n[[Board game table.|HolJuly]]\n\n[[The... other thing?|HolJuly]]

There's really only some bedrooms and a bathroom up here, not a lot of chances that there's something helpful to your potential escape. Edging around the rutting donkey and its steadily more donkeyfied mate, and trying not to look too closely or pay attention to any of the other sounds or smells, you manage to hurry towards the stairs, though you slow as you descend. They seem much longer and darker than they did before.\n\nDownstairs the lights are almost entirely off, leaving most of the downstairs area... which also seems much larger and somehow more winding than it did before... shrouded in darkness. Despite being lower, the thumps, crackles, and whistles of the fireworks actually sound much louder down here, perhaps because the darker area makes you focus on the sound more. You notice that off to the side, from the room where people were watching movies, there's still a flickering light as if from the TV... but rather than the sounds of patriotic explosions and aliens being welcomed to Earth, there's the sort of performative moaning and synth beat that says porn's been put on instead. (You guess you shouldn't be surprised.) Off to the other side the game tables are now lit only from directly above by lights, casting the figures around them as indistinct outlines moving. You can hear the fwip and shuffle of cards, the rattle of dice, and some constant muttering... sounds like people are still playing games, though what kind at this point you couldn't guess.\n\nThe only other thing down here, you suppose, is the kitchen... you're almost tempted to go in there just because due to crashing and sleeping who-knows-how-long, you're actually feeling fairly hungry, and maybe it's that part of you that's saying that maybe Tanya left a clue or something helpful in there. But otherwise the only thing to do is go out the front door or the back.\n\n<hr>\n[[Check out the TV room.|HolJuly]]\n\n[[Check out the game tables.|HolJuly9x2]]\n\n[[Check out the kitchen.|HolJuly]]\n\n[[Go out the front door.|HolJuly]]\n\n[[Go out the back door.|HolJuly]]

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

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

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

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

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

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

"We should haul her into the room and rape her," you say evenly, glancing up at your mother, then back to the swimming girl.\n\nYour mother blinks a bit in shock, then frowns a bit as she follows your gaze. "What, just like that?"\n\nYou shrug. "Tandy said we'd gradually expand our behaviors now that our morals were... gone, or suppressed, or whatever. They'll get there eventually anyway." You step back from the window a bit, letting the curtain fall closed as you pull off your shirt. "So if we're going to wind up going around grabbing up people and pounding their holes with our cocks until we're satisfied, why wait? We've already accepted the inevitable, clearly." You undo your jeans and shove them and your panties down, stiff prick springing free and wagging a bit with your motions as you finish undressing. "So I say when she walks back by on her way back to her room, we open the door, drag her in, shove her over the end of the bed, and do whatever the hell we want to her all night long."\n\nYour mother looks down, obviously considering for long moments. Finally she shrugs. "Well, makes sense to me." She grins at you. "Here, you keep watch then, and I'll 'fluff' you while we wait."\n\nGrinning, you step back to the window and carefully move the curtains, making sure you can see out without being seen too much yourself. Soon your naked mother is on her knees in front of you, hands stroking your hips and ass as she uses her mouth to worship your long, fat pole. It feels like she's making sure to leave a nice, thick layer of saliva all over it... in fact every so often you can hear (and feel) her spit on it before slathering the churned-up liquid across your sensitive flesh some more with her tongue. All the while you watch the blonde swim, admiring it as she does the breast stroke, lifting her perky C-cups free of the water briefly, or twists and dives to show off that round, pert ass. "C'mon, you stupid slut, finish up, there's cocks waiting for you," you murmur aloud, feeling your mother giggle softly against your balls. \n\nFinally she climbs out. Luckily it's late enough in the evening that she doesn't seem inspired to linger by the pool or lay around, instead giving herself a once-over with the towel before using it to rub and dab at her hair as she walks along. "Okay, okay, she's coming," you hiss, your mother sliding her throat and lips off your dick and scrambling to her feet, grabbing something from the pile of clothes nearby before the two of you make your way towards the door. "When she goes past. Okay, I can see her. One, two, three!" you hiss, suddenly throwing the door open.\n\nThe girl had jumped a little at the sudden opening of the door behind her, and started to turn, only for you to grab her around the middle, your mother gripping one of her arms and the other going to her face. The blonde tries to scream, only for your mother to shove your wadded-up panties in her mouth, the cotton soaked with your day's worth of ballsweat and pre as they're forced against the girl's tongue as she's hauled bodily into the room, door slamming behind the three of you. Working in admirable unison, the two of you turn and toss her so that she flops bent over the side of the bed, your mother quickly clambering up to pin the blonde's arms with her knees and press down on her back. The girl bucks and twists trying to get free, giving a muffled shriek of outrage as you yank down her bikini bottoms to bare her still wet and glistening ass, then jerks forward against the bed and gives a louder cry as you ruthlessly plunge forward and into her ass.\n\n"Mmmm, fuck that's nice," you coo as you start pumping your hips, not bothering to work up to the hard, quick pace you want to use, your hips almost instantly starting to thump against her ass loudly, your balls slapping her pool-wet pussy. She wiggles and bucks in obvious protest, continuing to squeal and grunt through the improvised gag as you violate her tight pucker. "We're gonna have lots of fun with you, slut, bet you're glad to hear that, huh?"\n\n"You should see her eyes roll, baby, this piece of fuckmeat is absolutely loving having you rape her ass," your mother coos, wiggling her hips to rub her own cock against the blonde's face. She plucks at the ties of the girl's bikini top to untie it, running her hands up and down her damp back. "Listen to her start to moan like the whore she is, there's some good fuckmeat."\n\n"Fuck she is totally getting off on this, isn't she?" Laughing derisively, you deliver a hard slap to the blonde's ass, causing her to give a loud 'MMF!' and shake her hips, her hole squeezing around you. "I like that, 'Fuckmeat', that's your name now, you hear me, you little slut?" you coo, delivering another hard slap to the other side of Fuckmeat's ass before grabbing her waist with both hands and starting to pound her even more than before, her wail growing louder, albeit shaken by the impact of your thrusts. "Mm, c'mon Mom, you can gag her better than that, can't you?"\n\n"You are so right, darling." Your mother shifts back slightly, grabbing a fistful of Fuckmeat's hair and yanking her head up. Her other hand pulls the crumpled black panties free, the blonde opening her mouth, but whether it's to scream for help or moan in orgasm, she doesn't get the chance, your mother's fat futa fuckstick shoving hard past her lips and down her throat, right up to the root on the first time. "Ohhhh was that too rough, Fuckmeat?" your mother coos mockingly, slapping your victim's cheeks a few times, before starting to thrust just as roughly as you are. "No, nothing's too rough for you, is it? I can feel you screaming in orgasm around my prick, you dirty little slut, you love having your throat-pussy abused don't you?"\n\n"Hnnngh!" You grunt and shove forward, burying your cock into Fuckmeat's tight ass and blowing your load. Somehow you don't see much point in holding back... you get the feeling you'll be able to go as long as you want. Besides, this is about you getting off, not her, even though you can feel her ass squeezing and almost quivering around your cock as you pump her full of your load. "C'mon, suck that cock, Fuckmeat," you grunt, delivering more rough slaps to her still pool-damp ass, leaving red imprints as she gags around your mother's prick, churned-up spit dribbling down her chin and smearing on your fellow futanari's balls. "Do you want my mom's load all over your face or not? You know you do, fucking whore."\n\n"Oh she DOES, I felt her throat squeeze when you said that!" your mother giggles, knowing full well it could have been from your spankings. "Fine then, sweet Fuckmeat, here you go!" She pulls out, moaning lowly as she strokes her spit-messy cock, sighing happily as she starts painting the gasping, coughing woman's face with long, thick ropes and splatters of jizz. \n\n"Here, use one of these holes," you advise your mother, waiting for her to back up and then flipping Fuckmeat over, the blonde yelping as she's abruptly flung so her back is on the bed instead. You haul her back to the edge so that her head is dangling over, her eyes going wide and hands struggling to shove at your stomach and hips as you push in, but she's helpless to stop you from pushing the cock that just raped her ass into her mouth, her slender throat bulging as you push in, then start using it just like you used her other hole, balls slapping her face. "Aw, did it get dirty using your worthless bitch hole, Fuckmeat? Well you better do a good job cleaning it for me!"\n\n"Oooo, here's a cute little meathole," your mother purrs as she grabs the girl's kicking, shaking legs and hauls them up, letting them frame her own fat tits as she shoves her cock into the anonymous teen's pussy. Soon the two of you are spitroasting the blonde roughly again, leaning forward to kiss, tongues twining. "You were right baby, this was a perfect idea," she murmurs against your lips, before sucking at your lower one.\n\n"Mmmm, I know, right?" You smile, ducking your head down and briefly sucking one of her nipples. "It's like she's just a sex toy we're using to help us make love to each other, isn't it great?"\n\nThe two of you continue to treat her as such, as well, flipping poor Fuckmeat this way and that, the blonde helpless as you position her any way you want, or perhaps in truth having given in. She certainly does a lot of moaning and whimpering like she's enjoying herself when the two of you sandwich her, her pert C-cups grinding against your own and your mother's fat tits pillowing against her back as she has her pussy and ass stuffed with girlcock. Feeling a building pressure and remembering the Ultra-Qup soda you had on the road, you suddenly grin. "Hey, Mom, know what I remember reading?"\n\n"What's that, dear?" your mother asks casually, just before yanking on Fuckmeat's hair to twist her head, spitting derisively in the girl's open mouth before giving her a slap on the cheek.\n\n"That swimming in motel pools is basically like swimming in an open toilet. I think our girl here likes toilets, don't you?"\n\nYour mother pauses, then smirks. "Perhaps she even fantasizes about being one, yes?" She abruptly hauls her cock out of Fuckmeat's ass, using her grip on the blonde's hair to pull her out of bed and shove her to her knees on the floor. The two of you move to either side of the glassy-eyed blonde, who opens her mouth wide as both of you stroke your pricks, her tongue jutting out in either fear, obedience, or desire. Soon you and your mother are moaning as hot, fragrant streams of piss are arcing out, splashing in the girl's mouth and all over her face, dribbling down her chin to drip onto her tits. Either reflexively or obeying the unspoken command, she swallows, actually gulping down her current mouthful of pee and allowing you both to refill it. Your bladder seems almost as inexhaustible as your balls, allowing you to soak her partially-dry hair as well, your mother finally bending her over the bed again so the two of you can spend your last soaking her gaping asshole and cunt with piss.\n\n"I do believe that we have fully embraced our new life, darling," your mother murmurs as she leans in to kiss you again, one of her hands fondling one of your tits and the other stroking your cock, urging out the last few yellow drops to plop to the motel's carpet.\n\nThe rest of the night is spent with either both of you abusing the now thoroughly docile and cooperative Fuckmeat, or one of you doing so while the other naps. As light begins showing through the curtains, however, your mother straightens up, eyeing the blonde laying on the bed face-down, limbs lightly splayed, pussy and asshole completely and totally covered in thick layers of cum, muscles twitching faintly in a way that shows she's probably lost consciousness some time since. "Well, I think we've about exhausted this toy's use, and it's morning. What now?"\n\n"Move on, I guess," you answer, stretching a bit. "After a shower and the continental breakfast, obviously."\n\n"Mm. And what about dear little fuckmeat here?" she asks thoughtfully. "What should we do with her?"\n\n<hr>\n[[Just leave her.|GGCandy]]\n\n[[Take her.|GGCandy]]\n\n[[Clean up the mess.|GGCandy]]

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

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

"We've gotta try and calm down," you groan, biting your lower lip and arching your hips slightly all the same. \n\n"Y-yes... yes, you're right," she replies, though her voice is shaky and scattered with soft moans, her cock giving another throb and spurt inside you at your movements. "We have to... get ourselves under control."\n\nAfter a minute or two of both of you doing your best not to move (and succeeding somewhat), your mother carefully slides her cock out of your ass and staggers up to her feet, her long, thick, cum-smeared prick jutting out in front of her still mostly-hard. You scoot back a little and flop onto your side, briefly considering getting to all fours before deciding she doesn't need the temptation. Instead you push yourself up and grab a counter, hauling yourself to your feet while your mother slumps against another countertop.\n\n"What... what's happened?" she asks, her voice thick as she looks at you out of the corner of her eye.\n\n"I..." It takes you a moment more to catch your breath and arrange your thoughts before you can answer. "I bought some candy from a new place. I ate one and grew... this." You tilt your head down a bit, indicating the obvious. "And it felt so good I had another, and then it was like I could barely control myself, all I wanted was... and I wanted you to understand, so it just seemed natural to-"\n\n"Yes," your mother interrupts a bit sharply, before letting out a rush of breath. "Yes, I think I do understand. On... those things... you can't think rationally, it's all... desire and lust, filling your head and..." She glances down past her sweaty tits towards her very slowly softening new dick. "I've never heard of anything like this. Should we... go to a doctor, or... or the person who sold you this, do you think?"\n\n<hr>\n[[Go to a doctor.|GGCandy]]\n\n[[Go to the candy shop.|GGCandy4x3]]

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

You want your social media fix, dammit! Scowling and no longer really thinking about being discovered, you get up and leave the computer as it is, storming out of the study and out the front door.\n\nYou squeak a little as the cold air hits your mostly uncovered and even then not really protected skin, your nipples stiffening up even as you hug yourself. For just a moment you realize that you don't even have shoes with you and this is therefore a bad idea, but your stubborn streak has kicked in and instead you step down off the porch, making an aggravated noise at your skin coming into direct contact with dirt. Ew. Nevertheless you set off around the side of the house, looking for the dish.\n\nIt's actually not hard... it's close to where the study is, and is about the size of one of those minidishes people who can't afford every streaming service in the world stick on their houses, only stuck on a pole instead of attached to the house. You frown at it as you step over, still hugging yourself against the cold. ... It's pointed up, isn't that all it really needs? Stupid satellite, you're supposed to work, not need adjusting!\n\n<hr>\n[[Yank on the dish.|MeanFarm]]\n\n[[Kick the pole.|MeanFarm5x2]]\n\n[[Check the cables.|MeanFarm]]

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

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

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

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

"I really need to get some money coming in right away," you admit. "Besides, I've already made up my mind to do this. I'm okay with it," you add to assure her.\n\n"Okay, well, obviously we'll need to do some paperwork, we have to actually verify your identity and all, and have you sign some forms... they're mostly model releases, nothing having to do with financials," she adds as she opens a drawer and starts pulling out papers. "So if you'd just go ahead and fill... all these out... and if I could have your ID so I can make some photocopies and run it through the system."\n\nThe next little while is almost shockingly similar to how you usually fill out job applications... other than the release forms that essentially agree that they can distribute the content you make for them as they see fit, it's all pretty much the standard stuff. For experience you write 'None' (since you don't think a few cell phone videos back in college count), and hand all the paperwork back to the receptionist as she hands you your driver's license back.\n\n"Ooookay, looks like this is all in order," she murmurs after looking it all over. She takes them off the clipboard and attaches another piece of paper to it, but this time settles into her chair and seems ready to fill it out herself. "Alright, so, I need to ask a few obvious questions before we can go back and see what's available for you. First off, what's your preference... or, at least, who are you willing to have sex with?"\n\n<hr>\n[[Straight.|CelPorn]]\n\n[[Straight, but...|CelPorn]]\n\n[[Bi.|CelPorn]]\n\n[[Lesbian.|CelPorn]]\n\n[[Lesbian, but...|CelPorn]]\n\n[[Well, you think she's really cute...|CelPorn]]

Admittedly the idea of complete anonymity is sort of attractive. It's not something you'd have considered before, but you've come this far, and neither person knowing who the other is does kind of mingle the ideal parts of a hookup and, well, a sex toy. Although...\n\n"Aren't glory holes usually an... oral thing?" you murmur, your face coloring.\n\n"Th' more 'traditional' ones are usually focused around that, sure, and the club does have some rooms that are like that if that's what y'want," Salli says, grinning wider. "But more I s'pose that 'glory hole' sounds better than 'wall butt'."\n\n"W-wall butt?!"\n\n"See? But what I'm talkin' 'bout is a setup where you climb inta this li'l padded thing, and it's just yer ass an' pussy stickin' out for men to come along and do with as they please," Salli explains, eyes twinkling. "Don't worry, though, there's different restrictions on use'n'stuff. They can make it so it lasts as long an' goes as far as y'like and no more. Tell y'what... I'm bettin' you'll only want a short one, bein' you an' your first time an' all, but juuuuust in case you decide t'make a night of it, why don't I head over an' watch Ken for th' night? That way you can, y'know, do as y'like as long as y'like, whether it's actually stayin' in th' club awhile or just grabbin' a bit t'eat?"\n\nYou suppose you can't really beat an offer like that, though you tell Salli that you'd like to think it over for a little while. She smiles in that annoyingly knowing way of hers, but the two of you chat amiably about other subjects for a few hours. You're annoyed again when eventually she says she'll call someone she knows at the club to tell them you're coming, but you don't stop her... you've honestly made up your mind.\n\n"Alright, y'should get there a bit before they open for th' night," Salli says as she returns from the call. "Just head on inta th' club, and look for a brunette named Haley. She'll get ya all set up. Have fu~n!"\n\nIt's all very lewd and crude and you really should tell Salli you've changed your mind, and yet instead you find yourself in your car following the GPS directions to the club, your head all full of fuck (if you're being honest). Eventually you park in front of the address and spend a little while just looking at the building, your very proper suburban mother brain and your very soaking unfucked pussy having an extended argument. Are you seriously going to do this? Go in there and be a... 'wall butt' just so you can get off?\n\n<hr>\n[[No!|Marei20x1]]\n\n[[Yes. Fuck yes. Absolutely.|Marei18x2]]

Taking one last deep breath to help you gather your courage, you get out of the car and head inside.\n\nThe club's actually fairly brightly lit, making it seem both strange and yet more inviting at the same time, despite all the obvious hints of its more dark and lewd purpose to begin soon. A petite-seeming young woman with brown hair in a pixie cut spots you and quickly walks over... she's wearing a jacket that comes down to the bottom of her hips, and a pair of what look like thick stockings on her legs... there's no evidence of any other clothing so you're betting she's wearing something considerably more titillating under the jacket.\n\n"Hi, are you Marei? I'm Haley, Salli told me to expect you," she says in a pleasant, cheerful voice as if she were just a waitress that had been given a heads up by a regular.\n\n"Ah, yes, hello."\n\n"I understand you were interested in something in particular? The 'access room', we like to call it," she says with a grin, and even moreso as you blush. "Salli did say this wasn't usually your scene. Don't worry, it's understandable... these are a nice blend of interacting with another real person without the sort of intimacy you might not be wanting at this point in your life."\n\nPart of you is aghast both at her and yourself of the whole concept of sex without intimacy, but then that's sort of what you're here for. So instead you just nod, and say, "I wasn't thinking of anything... too extreme, you know?"\n\n"Yes, Salli said you'd probably just want something simple and straightforward. Well, we do have more 'classic' glory hole type options, if you're interested," Haley notes. "Basically you can stay as long as you like, and do what you like with what you're offered, so it's the most customization of your experience. But if you do want the more, ah, direct and thorough use," she continues, giggling just a little. "Maybe something simple? I can set your alcove so that condom use is necessary, anal is off-limits, and that you'll only be in for... say, an hour and a half once the club is open? That should give you time to get a good experience without going too far."\n\n"And people will really heed that?" you hedge, squirming a little.\n\n"Oh yes, we have a bouncer in the room watching to make sure everyone follows the instructions above the alcove. Soooo what would you like? I can set up that alcove for you right now, orrrr I could show you to the actual glory hole area?"\n\n<hr>\n[[Alcove.|Marei18x3]]\n\n[[Glory hole closet.|Marei19x1]]

Eh, what could it really hurt? Isn't it really just kind of like the luck rituals and astrology readings and stuff like that you see online and do just-for-funsies-totally-not-real all the time? You lift your pillow up and slide the sheet under it, trying to get it into a spot where it won't wind up getting too crinkled (since the noise might keep you from sleeping, that's the only reason why), and then crawling into bed and settling your cheek atop it, closing your eyes and soon falling asleep.\n \nIn the morning you wake up and stretch your arms in a yawn, blinking a few times before getting up... and, remembering, slipping the sheet out from under your pillow. It did get crumpled a bit, so that it now looks rather used, but it's still mostly fine. You tuck it back into the bag and then go about getting ready for your morning. Not really feeling your usual bright and shiny makeup for whatever reason this morning, you pick some slightly more understated colors, doing the same for the skirt and blouse you pick, just not quite in the mood to stand out as much as you usually do. After breakfast you head out to your car, pausing and frowning as the wind blows some of your hair right in your face. The scrunchie around your wrist (neon pink today), usually a decoration only, is slipped off your hand and onto your hair for probably the first time in its existence, wrapped around to give yourself an efficient ponytail. There, much better, you think as you slip into the sleek little yellow car and zip off to school.\n\nSome of your group give a slight double-take at your appearance, which you think is kind of silly. Geez, you just spent a little less time on makeup this morning and got your hair out of your face, it's not like you showed up in a hoodie and sweatpants. Apparently they get over it, and the day is mostly normal until Sima strolls up to your side in the hall. "Hey, get your character sheet done?"\n\n"Keep your voice down!" you hiss, doing a quick glance to make sure no one heard her, then purse your lips and nod. "Yeah, yeah, it's done. You perv," you add, blushing a little at the memory of her 'leverage'."\n\n"Good good," she replies breezily, apparently unbothered at you calling her a perv over pictures of her fucking her ass with a rubber dog dick. "Oh, I was gonna run you through a quick solo campaign first, since I thought the group wasn't gonna be able to meet this afternoon, but it looks like everybody could get together after all. So we'll just have you go ahead and join the group, and I'll fudge the monsters off of you for a session or two and toss some bonus XP your way so that you can catch up while still playing with everybody else." At your blank look, she rolls her eyes briefly and restates, "You're just gonna start playing with the group and after a time or two your character will match theirs."\n\n"Oh." You frown, still not entirely sure about this whole 'mingling with nerds' thing.\n\n"Anyway, after class today come to the library. It's Friday so we'll basically be able to play as long as we feel like, especially since you have your own car, right?"\n\n"Okay. Er, wait, I mean I do, but why the library?"\n\n"I'm friendly with the librarian, there's a room we can use that no one will bother us in. Anyway like I said, just come on over after the last class, it'll be fun!"\n\nYou're still not sure about that, but you figure you may as well. After the last class you grab your bag, heading on over to the library (yes, you know where it is... oh hey this is what it looks like, huh?) and stepping inside. Sima was apparently waiting for you by the door of the room she mentioned, and waves you over. You step in, trying not to too openly make a face at all the <i>nerds</i> gathered around the table. All boys, too, of course. Not a single one of them wearing anything fashionable and at least half of them are in glasses, sigh.\n\n"This is the group, or, well, part of it, we have some players that kind of cycle in as their schedules and other stuff allow," Sima says as she gestures around the table. "I'll get you introduced to everyone eventually, but for now, everyone, this is Layla Mercer and she's going to try out playing with us."\n\nYou can see the fear on most of their faces... not just 'it's a girl' fear, or 'it's a hot girl' fear. These boys know you. They know your reputation. They clearly think you're here to boss them around, humiliate them, and hurt them.\n\n<hr>\n[[They're right!|MeanSima]]\n\n[[Wellll... maybe some other day.|MeanSima2x2]]

You bend down and slowly lean into the opening, climbing forward and inside. You find that the padding on the bottom is contoured almost perfectly to guide your arms and legs into place, and you're soon crouching in place in a not entirely comfortable but also not uncomfortable position, your tits pressing against the padding and your head leaned forward, ass a bit raised. Apparently triggered by your weight being fully settled, the outer panels start to slide together, closing around you, making you gasp loudly in a mixture of instinctive shock and anticipatory pleasure as they press around your hip and thighs.\n\nIt's only at the moment of the panels clicking together that you suddenly remember what Haley said... you needed to make sure and get the right alcove. And you now have no idea what alcove you're in! Didn't she say something else, like they were all going to be booked?! You've just coopted someone else's intended alcove, for all you know!\n\nYour heart races as the darkness goes on for a few moments. You're just about to consider calling for help or pounding on the walls when something in front of you lights up. A panel? It kind of looks like the ones on the outside, so it must be something to confirm what you've been locked into. You watch as it lights up with the words:\n\n<hr>\n[['Anal Only'|Marei]]\n\n[['Double Ended'|Marei18x5]]\n\n[['Impregnation'|Marei]]\n\n[['Marathon'|Marei]]\n\n[['Intruder Detected'|Marei]]

'Double Ended\nAnything Goes\nFive Hours'\n\n"What?!" you yelp loudly, but even as you're reading the text the alcove is starting to shift and rearrange.\n\nThe front wall moves forward, a panel sliding up and revealing another opening, one that looks suspiciously like it will fit perfectly over your lower face. You try to squirm away but there already wasn't much room in the small space, and it's actually inflating some sort of cushioning to push you upward slightly. Your tits wind up pressing against the front wall as the yielding padding presses around your upper face, making everything go completely dark, the framing fitting around your lower face in such a way that your jaw is pushed down and your mouth held open without any ability to close it or move it. You squirm some more, feeling the cool club air on both your ass and your lower face, your tongue forced to loll out a bit as you pant. You make a bit of a guttural noise of surprise as two more panels open... and your tits go spilling out the front of the other side of the alcove, hanging down displayed below your mouth.\n\nYou continue trying to squirm in the tighter restraints, or to call for help, but there's really nothing you can do... it's obvious this setup was designed to support you in position and make you easy to use for extended periods, leaving you unable to make much noise at all let alone try to tell anyone that you got in the wrong alcove.\n\nYou're really not sure how long you're in there... it's hard to judge how much time is passing in the complete dark and silence created by the padding around your head. But eventually you start to feel hands rubbing and kneading at your tits... first just one pair of them, then at least two. You try to writhe in outrage at your breasts being manhandled by complete strangers, which you <i>certainly</i> didn't sign on for, but even that seems to be denied you. You do shiver though as you feel what must be bare cocks starting to rub against the surface of them as well... what are they saying? you think feverishly. Are they talking about how beautiful and lovely your boobs are? Or what a horny slut must be attached to them, to show them off and let herself be used like this? Oh God, it's almost as bad as having your face be seen!\n\nYour body tries to jump instinctively as you feel more hands, this time on your ass, rubbing you and squeezing you... and wasting no time before stuffing your pussy full of cock. You're helpless to do anything but remain perfectly still and take it, being used in silence and motionlessness by the stranger just as you wanted, but almost certainly raw, not wearing a condom, free to spill his seed into your still thoroughly fertile and breedable body. Even as you're thinking that, the hands stop rubbing your tits, and instead you can feel something brush against the inner curves of them before a cock is being pushed into your open, presented mouth as well. There's really nothing you can do, he's completely free to stroke himself over your tongue and smear his pre all over the inside of your mouth as he works in and out lightly, and starts steadily pushing your throat open.\n\n'They don't even know they're spitroasting me,' you think, shuddering with a mix of shame, humiliation, outrage, and building pleasure. 'Neither of them even knows the other exists, let alone that I'm anything but a pair of holes and tits for them to use!' Further shame floods you as that thought makes your pussy clench eagerly around the bare cock pumping into it, your toes curling inside the inflated sheath covering your legs.\n\nMore hands start fondling your tits even as the strangers continue to fuck you from both ends. The fact that you can't see, hear, or feel <i>anything</i> else other than the men's cocks pumping into your mouth and pussy, their hands and pricks rubbing against your tits, their hot seed and your warm saliva and pussy juices dribbling down your skin, just makes all the sensations more intense, and soon you're cumming hard, albeit silently and still, as if you really were nothing more than a set of wall-mounted sex toys for men to use and spill their loads into, as the two now are doing.\n\nAnd it appears you're going to be quite popular on both sides. You've barely had time to manage to swallow at least half the load of the man fucking your mouth, the rest dribbling down your chin to probably splatter on the floor and your tits, when another's being pushed in in its place, this time sliding down your already prepared throat with barely any hesitation. Similarly, it can't be more than a few seconds between the stranger behind you pulling out and another one stepping up... and this time pushing a lubed-up shaft into your ass instead, claiming your remaining hole and making you cum before it's even halfway in at the pure lewdness that you've been reduced to.\n\nIt goes on, and on, and on. You're able to feel and hear nothing but the cocks using your holes, the hands rubbing or sometimes spanking your ass and tits, men whose faces you'll never see and voices you'll never hear using you like a sex toy because they think it's what you wanted. 'Isn't it?' you think somewhere amidst the haze of orgasms, your brain having settled deep into a thick jelly of arousal amidst sensory deprivation. 'I wanted one kind, but is it really any worse to let them use my mouth and tits too? Ah... another load,' you think half-worshipfully without intending to, doing your best to swallow without being able to move your jaw.\n\nIt gets harder and harder to think as the hours wear on, with you not having any real sense of how much time is passing, how long each of the men uses one of your ends. At one point one man fucks your pussy through at least three men using your mouth, using long, slow, smooth strokes and obviously hogging your rear part even as the ones in front energetically use your mouth and throat quickly and make a cumdump out of it.\n\nEventually the time between uses grows, and you start to think that you must be nearing the time when you'll be let out. You let yourself sag further against the padding of the alcove, not that it matters. Then you feel your tits actually being lifted a bit, as if making them a bit easier to access, hands cupping them and bringing them up. It feels like they're... like they're...\n\n<hr>\n[[... cumming on them.|Marei]]\n\n[[... pressing in them?!|Marei]]

Ooo, some very good choices there! Despite the franchise taking decades to learn to count to three, it still has something between two dozen and two hundred characters available. Since you ran most of the popular fighting games through the character builder process in batches, you're not even entirely certain who might be in there. Let's see, let's see, who to go after...?\n\n[[Cammy|GG-FF-TZ-CammyStart]]\n\n[[Sakura|GG-FF-TZ-SakuraStart]]\n\n[[Juri|GG-FF-TZ-SakuraStart]]

"Actually, we haven't even checked to see what Celest put in our accounts," you note. "Maybe there's enough that we can both afford new computers. Then we can just clone the old hard drive twice."\n\n"Oh, hey, that'd work," Sapphire agrees, perking up a little. "Do you think she put enough in there? She did say it was basically just so that we could get ourselves situated now that there's two of us."\n\n"Yeah, but she also felt pretty guilty, maybe she gave us a couple of bucks as a bonus," you reply, pulling out your phone and bringing up your bank app. You're glad now that your parents opened an account for you when you were little, who knew it'd come in so handy when a ditzy alien inadvertantly made two of you? You open up the summary page, then stop walking.\n\n"Huh? Hey... Cyan," Sapphire asks, obviously feeling a little weird about that, but more focused on you now. "What's up?"\n\nYou don't answer, just sinking down to sit on a bench nearby, fearing that your legs won't hold up much more.\n\n"What? What, is it a lot less than you thought? Did she somehow screw up and empty our account? What's the matter?" your twin urges, leaning over you worriedly.\n\n"It's... a lot more," you answer hoarsely, unable to lift your eyes from the screen.\n\n"So... what, enough for <i>really good</i> new computers?" Sapphire asks in befuddlement, obviously not having caught on to your reaction. \n\nYou're not sure whether Celest was just that guilty about your situation, or if she had a poor understanding of Earth currency value, or what, but finally you raise your head. "She put over $100,000,000,000 in our account."\n\nSapphire opens her mouth. Closes it. Repeats a few times. Finally manages, "Did you say 'billion' with a 'b'?"\n\n"Yes," you reply faintly, having counted the commas several times.\n\n"... Oh." With that, Sapphire sinks to sit on the bench beside you. "... Yeah, guess that's enough for new computers."\n\nIt's enough for hundreds of new supercomputers. The kinds they use to model global catastrophes, search for planet-killing asteroids, and help politicians launder campaign funds into their personal accounts. You stare at the screen, then look up, and repeat several times, but it never actually changes. Oh wait, it's going up. You guess at even 1% interest per year you're kind of constantly making money... actually, a quick flip to your calculator app and doing some math indicates you're making just under thirty-two dollars a minute just sitting here. That might be wrong but you're too stunned to figure out how.\n\nSapphire is the one to speak up, obviously voicing a thought that had started to percolate in your head. "Forget new computers. And if we wanted, forget lying to everyone. That's 'do anything we want' money. We could just go somewhere else. Start new lives. Buy like... a mansion somewhere completely wired with that high-end fiberoptic cable that basically transmits internet signals so fast your porn downloads before you even get horny. Whatever we could conceivably buy, it could be ours. I... man, I'm having trouble thinking, this has all been so much to adjust to," she murmurs, putting her hands to her head.\n\nYou nod, though your brain's starting to kick back into gear... maybe because you got to keep your identity while Sapphire's still adjusting to being someone partially new. It seems fairly obvious what you should do.\n\n<hr>\n[[Touch the money as little as possible.|GGAlien]]\n\n[[Tell your parents.|GGAlien]]\n\n[[Go start a new, rich life.|GGAlien]]

"Look, if we can really go back to Earth, let's do it," you say, the other you stopping after 'Look' to let you speak. "We can figure out where to go with our lives from there."\n\n"Okay, that's fair enough. I'll show you two to the teleporter room, and then give me like half an hour to prepare the devices."\n\nSoon you and the other you are sitting on a bench in a room full of glowing circles set on slightly raised daises on the floor. Every so often you glance over at, well, yourself, to find that she's glancing back at you. Finally you say, obviously beating her by about a second, "Okay, look, we need to do <i>something</i> to set ourselves apart a little, starting now. So I'm gonna sit here with the battle theme from Final Fantasy VII in my head, and you sit there with the theme from World of Warcraft in your head. Okay?"\n\nShe opens her mouth, closes it, then nods. "Fair enough." The two of you glance opposite directions, both obviously trying not to hum for fear that it will sync up.\n\nFinally Celest walks back in, holding a pair of what look like smartwatches. "Here, I disguised them and even made it so they'll hook up to your phone like Earth tech. These will never go obsolete though. They should be pretty comfy, so try to avoid taking them off for as long as possible, to give everyone you know a chance to be affected," she advises as you both strap the watches on. "Oh, and I did a bit of hacking to put some currency in your bank account, so that you're not stuck with one of everything you need two of now. I hope that makes up for all this."\n\n"Thanks, Celest," you answer in slightly-off-unison, before the two of you step up onto the glowing platform she indicates.\n\n"Well, I'll drop back by eventually, just to see how everything's going, but for now I'm gonna go to bed for a long time and berate myself for this mess," the alien says with a sigh before working the physical sliders on the panel.\n\nYou feel yourself going to pieces, and materializing back in your room, rather than the back yard. Guess you'll have to go out and pick up the telescope... or, one of you will, you think as you look over at the other you, who surprises you by saying, "Okay, there's something we should get out of the way first thing."\n\nYour suggestion of different songs must have produced at least a little difference, because you're not sure what she means, and say as much. Then you realize maybe it's that she woke up first.\n\n"We should decide which of us is the original Cyan and which of us is the copy. And I think that then the original should be the one to call the shots," she continues, resting her hands on her hips. "Since they were here first, they get to keep the name 'Cyan', and they should decide how to spend the money Celest gave us and everything. That's just natural, right?"\n\nYou had sort of begun to realize that at least one of you was going to have to pick a new name, but not that you'd have to pick who was the original. Celest thought it was a bad idea... but is it?\n\n<hr>\n[[Might be a good idea.|GGAlien]]\n\n[[Definitely a bad idea.|GGAlien2x6]]

Oh hey, FUCMEs, you know those, you've been on a fair few. They're really just another branch of the whole MUD/MUCK/MOO thing with a lot more baked-in programming to make it easier for the casual user to create stuff without needing to install a specific program for every little function. They never got super popular because, well, let's face it, most people who set up and maintain an online environment like that are control freaks, and the whole FUCME structure is based around giving the users 90% of the same abilities as the admins in creating and shaping what's there. Within the last couple of years there's been some fairly successful efforts at hybridizing VRChat-like functions onto the FUCME base, but sounds like this means you can access either one and it will wind up seeming to you like the same high-quality immersive virtual experience the tutorial was.\n\n'<i>Sweet,</i>' you think as you immediately start downloading the program, which is even free (bonus~). 'I wonder if I'll even be able to use any of the accounts I already have?'\n\nIt takes you a few moments to get the program set up... the interface window looks largely like the normal Windows UI you're used to on a similar normal PC program... and click through startup. 'Are you over eigh-' Yes. 'Do you accept full lia-' Yes. 'Do you pledge your soul to Sa-' Didn't read it but yeah sure whatever. Alright let's see. It automatically brings up a list of randomly-selected FUCs that you can connect to with the program.\n\n[[Your Smol Equine FUC|GGMu]] - Ah, yeah, not too much of a surprise that a MLP one wound up in the list, MLPFUCs were everywhere at the height of Friendship is Magic's popularity. You're fairly certain most of them have either disappeared or just developed such hardcore, insular userbases that you'd never be able to make friends (ironic), but you guess you could always give it a try just to see what it's like with this interface.\n\n[[Darkest Dreamings|GGMu]] - Slightly pretentious-sounding adult FUC, looks like, with a link to what is, at a guess, several dozen pages of Lore™ that no one but maybe five out of the several thousand players online has actually read. Still it looks like a really big, old place so it's probably built up pretty well and has a, shall we say, diverse set of interests displayed.\n\n[[CyberfangFUC|GGMu]] - From reading the description, it's a sort of general furry VRFUC that's got a light coating of cyberpunk style over the core public areas. Oh yeah, you actually think you've heard of this place, several of your furry friends who got into drama on places you're on (which, let's face it, happens with fair regularity) and decided to Leave Forever™ announced that they were going to Cyberfang. So you might bump into some people you know, eh?\n\n[[FurFUC|GGMu]] - Oh, speaking of which, there's the main one you're on. It's kind of... old, and has a lot more restrictions about what you can play (no young characters, no humans, no fandom characters, it's kind of a list) but it does have quite a few people and places you know that would be pretty interesting to see rendered virtually.\n\n[[Dungeon Diver|GGMu]] - That's a good one! You go there sometimes when you're bored, the whole place is based around randomly-generated swords and sorcery style dungeons, with players who have ranked up and farmed enough to afford it setting up their own (usually themed) dungeons. There's a kinda Dorf Fortrus-esque approach of "Losing is fun" since a significant number of the dungeons are geared towards chewing up characters and spitting out DMXP but that's considered part of the charm. (Y'know, for those that sort of thing doesn't drive crazy.)\n\n

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Yeah, I just got a little surprised, is all," you admit, glancing at him sheepishly. "My friend told me Liandra was a successful urbanite, but not, uh... the nature of her success. I was just a little surprised." You can't help but add a bit of teasing. "Are <i>you</i> gonna be okay to go in there?"\n\n"W-wha?! I'm fine! Fine!" he virtually squeaks, before clearing his throat and overcorrecting slightly to a deeper voice. "Fine. I will do my duty and see you to your destination."\n\n"Right." Amused, you head forward again, the two of you making your way up the steps and to the set of doors directly across from them.\n\nJust inside is what's obviously some sort of checkin counter, with stairs on either side of and behind it, and curtained archways to either side of those. It's surprisingly quiet and peaceful in here, somehow you expected a lot of giggling and bawdy calls and music emenating from practically everywhere. Behind the counter is a woman wearing what seems to be a very small dress, the front-laced top of it covering just barely half of her large breasts, her arms sheathed in bright purple gloves that come up to the shoulder and leave her fingers bare. She smiles brightly at you as the two of you approach the counter, Garen much more hesitantly, her shoulder-length black hair swaying gently (as do her tits) and her black cat ears flicking as she does a little shimmy-pose. "Hello~! Welcome to the Cultural Trade Embassy, otherwise known as Paradise, nya~! It's still early afternoon so a lot of our workers are asleep, but I promise we can still find someone to give you a lovely time, nya~!"\n\nWow, talk about a tonal shift... went from Pathfinder to isekai anime without a clutch. Shaking off your brief surprise and taking a glance at Garen... who seems to have stalled out and is just standing there staring wide-eyed and blank-faced after that clutchless shift... you step up to the counter. "Ah, actually, I'm here to see Madam Liandra."\n\n"Nya nya~, I'm afraid Madam Liandra's veeeery busy, she doesn't see anyone without an appointment and I know nothing's on her books today~! But if you're looking for someone similar, I could definitely see who's available, and-"\n\n"Ah, sorry, lemme back up." You swing your bag around and spend a moment digging out the letter with her name on it, then holding it out. "Bellweather Badgerback said that I should come see her, he wrote me this letter of introduction."\n\nThe counter girl's ears perk up, her feline tail poking into view behind her, her voice instantly dropping half an octave and gaining an easier flow. "Oh, you're a friend of Mister Badgerback? That's no problem then at all. May I go ahead and take this up to Madam while I let her know you're here?" she asks, reaching up towards the letter and waiting.\n\nSince she asked, you figure it must be okay, and hand it over. She immediately turns and prances off to the side, rounding the counter and heading up the steps, her dress flipping up in back with the motions of her tail and showing off her bare, round ass and the smooth sex nestled between her legs. You allow yourself to take a decently long look since hey, not bad, before glancing aside at Garen. "Don't faint."\n\n"Buh?!" He shakes his head hard, straightening up immediately from the slight wobble he'd been doing. "D-don't be absurd, I'm a member of the city guard and a man! Why would I faint, I would never faint!"\n\n'Say it without stuttering and I might believe you,' you think with a mental snicker. Fairly shortly, the catgirl half-hops back down the stairs, boobs threatening to bounce right out of her dress every time, before she crosses back over to you.\n\n"You can go right up, it's all the way to the fourth floor and to the left, the door will be open." Then she turns back towards Garen, smoothly resuming her earlier mode of speech as if she'd never dropped it. "Nya nya~, I see a new guard who's never visited before~! Someone got sent over for his first time, nya~?"\n\n"W-w-w-w-w-w-w-w-w-"\n\n'You sound like an antique computer trying to play a wav file,' you think with a snort as you watch the catgirl saunter towards Garen... though you can't entirely blame him for the high-pitched squeak he makes as she reaches up and gives the slightest tug at the bow of the ribbons tying her dress, her breasts spilling out freely, displaying plump cherry-red nipples capping them.\n\n"Don't worry, nya~, Kyra-nya will take goooood personal care of you," she coos, taking him by the hand and leading him to the other staircase, bared breasts bouncing with every step, the brick red boy following after her stiff-legged like a little toy soldier.\n\n'Gonna eat him alive,' you think, unable to help just a faint tinge of wish-it-were-me from overlaying the thought. Though maybe you'd ask her to drop the 'nya~' thing. It's simultaneously kind of cute and kind of annoying. You head up the other set of stairs, the guards' behavior from earlier making more sense than ever. Of course hard-working, hard-fighting guys like that in this sort of setting would be all about staying on the right side of the owner of what has to be the biggest and nicest brothel in the city. ... You're not sure you're capable of imagining what a bigger, nicer one would even look like. You definitely feel like you're in a... well, maybe not a twentieth century building, but at least mid-late nineteenth century one as you head up and turn down the hall, heading for the set of double doors that are slightly ajar.\n\nInside is a room done in a lot of warm colors, mostly reds and oranges and what looks like cherrywood, and is a strange mixture of high-class classical office and honeymoon suite, with a particularly large bed in easy view off at the other end of the room beyond the desk. You're more shocked by the woman that stands up from behind the desk and smiles brightly at you, since for one thing she's red too. Add to that the shiny black horns curling back over the top of her head, her midnight blue-black hair, black-scleraed glowing orange eyes, and, well. She's quite beautiful, though, no denying that, her face gorgeous and body made of sleek curves... her breasts aren't quite as big as Kyra's (who was even bigger than you are), but they're still large... actually probably they match yours in this body. They're held up by a black leather bustier, which seems to be one of the only thing she's wearing besides a pair of black panties, the straps high and riding the tops of her hips, no doubt to make room for her own long, smooth red tail. You can see that her legs are covered in dark black fur, but since the desk hides her below the thighs, can't get much more detail than that.\n\n"Ah, you must be Cyan." That winning smile turns a bit more impish as she adds, "Thank you for not screaming, more than a few people do the first time they meet a Tiefling. It <i>is</i> your first time, I assume?"\n\n"Yeah... er, sorry if I was staring or anything," you hurry to add, giving your head a little shake.\n\n"Not at all, as I said quite understandable. I'm Liandra, you don't need to add any 'madam' or anything. This is my wife, Talhin," she adds, gesturing to the side. You hadn't even noticed the other woman due to your surprise, but she's lounging on a couch nearby, wearing nothing but a white silk men's shirt left half-unbuttoned and a pair of blue panties. She's long and lean, without much in the way of hips or chest, more handsome than pretty but still a bit of that. Her shortish, shaggy blonde hair looks freshly-rumpled as she gives you a nod of acknowledgement, obviously not as effusive as her lover. "Close the door, please, and then do come in and make yourself comfortable."\n\nDoing as she asks, you close the door and then walk over to settle in one of the armchairs arranged in front of her desk as she sits back down behind it. You spot the letter Bellweather wrote, now unsealed and laying open on the desk. "Thanks for seeing me. Bellweather said you'd be able to help me get set up to live here, but I hope I'm not, y'know, imposing."\n\n"Not at all. And I imagine dear Bell neglected to tell you exactly what sort of place this was?" At your slight blush, Liandra laughs melodically. "He is a wicked little man, almost as wicked as he is kind! But he is quite dear to me, and you needn't give anything a second thought if you're a friend of his. I would be delighted to help you become established in Sussilex however you would like, and in the meantime you may stay here. Give not a thought to rent, I absolutely insist you have a room with board here on the fourth floor." Her devilish eyes sparkle cheekily as she adds, "No worries, the fourth floor is for dear guests and very special visitors. It shall be clean and quiet with no one to bother you... unless you should like to be bothered, in which case I will also include a bit of service on the house." She winks as she taps a black-nailed finger to her cheek. "As long as you don't get greedy, of course."\n\n"Erm... thanks." You nod, feeling your cheeks hot again.\n\n"Got any ideas what you're gonna do, though?" You're a little startled at how suddenly Talhin speaks up, her voice far less refined and tone far more blunt than her apparent wife's cultured, smooth tones.\n\n"Not... really," you admit, shaking your head.\n\n"Darling, no need to rush her, young people take time," Liandra scolds teasingly, shooting the blonde a grin before turning back to you. "There's no pressure, dear, take all the time you like. Although if you wish to start turning over ideas, I can certainly give you a few."\n\n"Please," you answer simply with a nod, wanting to make it clear you didn't show up just to be a mooch, as you suspect Talhin must think.\n\n"As I'm sure you've realized by now, I have quite a few connections around the city. I'm acquainted with a number of artists, for one thing, who are always hungry for models and muses... you're quite a beauty, dear, both feminine and strong and a little wild, I'm sure more than a few of those artists would love making you into some wild amazon for their paintings or sculpture. I also know a number of merchants who would be happy to take you in and teach you the running of a shop, with the aim of you running your own someday. Or... hm... you're about the right age," she muses aloud, tapping her lower lip now, before smiling a bit more slyly. "Would you perhaps like to be introduced to royalty, my dear?"\n\n"Huh?" You blink. "Royalty?"\n\n"Yes, I have connections even within the Alabaster Monolith. If I'm quite frank, the king's brother." She giggles a little before continuing. "One of the princesses is of an age with you, and in need of a bodyguard... preferably one that can also keep her company. And, if we're to read between the lines, not cause any political incidents or royal bastards, the two so often being one and the same. Bellweather mentioned you trained with the warrior monks at the monastery near his home, so I've little doubt you could see to her safety, and... well, you don't look like you'll be <i>causing</i> any royal bastards," she adds in a droll tone, eyes flicking you up and down. "Once I made the introduction it would be on you to finish securing your place, obviously, but yes life in the palace is definitely a possibility."\n\n"More trouble than it's worth, if you ask me," Talhin adds in a philosophical tone, shifting slightly on the couch, her shirt moving and briefly revealing one pale pink nipple capping a slight mound of a breast.\n\n"Mm, true depending on your viewpoint... political intrigue in this kingdom is not nearly so dire as some other places, but it still exists, and such baggage might come with your position," Liandra admits. "I'll not sell it to you as some sort of paradise... that's what we have here, after all." She giggles slightly again, then mmms softly, leaning forward and folding her arms on the desktop, tail gently arcing back and forth through the air behind her. "And, of course, there is always that option."\n\n"Um. You mean..." You glance back towards the door.\n\n"Mm-hmm. Of course I'll not lay a bit of pressure on you, but every one of my girls, boys, and other is content and happy here, I assure you. This place is safe and clean and I watch over each and every one like a mother wolf. None is ever asked to do what they would not care to, or for less than they would ask for in recompense. You absolutely have the body for it, and the skills can be taught... I can guarantee you I'd make the teaching a very pleasurable experience." She winks saucily, then straightens up and spreads her hands slightly in a shrug. "But! I merely offer it to you as one of your many options. As I said, please continue to think on them, but if you're interested in any already, let me know and I'll go ahead with preparations."\n\n<hr>\n[[You're curious about modeling.|GGLian]]\n\n[[You're interested in mercantilism.|GGLian]]\n\n[[You're fascinated by royalty.|GGLian]]\n\n[[You're intrigued by becoming a sex worker.|GGLian]]\n\n[[You're... really dusty and tired.|GGLian1x3]]

"I'm definitely gonna think about it, but... if I'm honest, I've been on the road for a week, and I spent all morning standing in line and then getting through the streets, so," you reply in a tired voice, shaking your head.\n\n"Oh dear, that's completely understandable. Before anything else whatsoever we need to let you get cleaned up and have some rest. Your room will be just down the hall, number four-oh-four."\n\n'Whorehouse not found,' you think with a mental snicker as you nod gratefully, getting to your feet and heading for the door. Before you can get there, though, Liandra calls, "Oh, but did you want some company, darling?"\n\n"... Um?" You can actually feel the heat in your ears as you turn back towards her.\n\n"I did say it was on the house as well." She giggles softly, standing again. "Unless you had any lovely encounters along the road, you probably have other needs that haven't been met. A boy? Or a girl, perhaps? You don't strike me as a virgin, though blushing, well. We could certainly help you get over that," she adds in a sultry coo, before her smile grows even more wicked as she adds. "In fact, if you liked... <i>we</i> could certainly help you get over that."\n\n"... ah..." Yeah you're pretty sure you must be almost as red as Garen now. Especially when Talhin finally smiles herself and... it's kind of really wicked and exciting, the way her steely dark blue eyes fix on you and seem to just instantly strip your clothes away.\n\n"Sure, that'd be fun. We could all get to know each other. Room'll still be there later, our bath'n'bed are much closer," the blonde adds in a low, smooth tone like whiskey over polished rocks.\n\n"Do tell me what you'd like, dear, if anything, and I'll see what I can do," Liandra cuts back in with another wink.\n\n<hr>\n[[... A guy?|GGLian]]\n\n[[... A girl, maybe.|GGLian]]\n\n[[Ah... a threesome with these two?|GGLian]]\n\n[[Just some rest.|GGLian]]\n\n[[... beast...|GGLian]]

Eh... maybe it's a bit of a copout, but you have to admit you're enchanted by the beauty of the massive white walls and cliffside fortress... the closer to the walls you get, the more that you can see that each pale stone block is engraved with its own little mural, and that's just cool. Sussilex looks absolutely massive, too, you bet there's a ton of fun things to do and see, and living here for the foreseeable future definitely appeals.\n\n"Name?" one of the soldiers asks in a rather bored tone as your line brings you up to him, both him and his partner looking you up and down. You can practically see them both think 'Adventurer' at the same time. ... Well, you guess they could be thinking 'Beggar' or something, the cheap horse and slightly ragged clothes probably don't do you any favors there.\n\n"Cyan."\n\n"Purpose of your visit?"\n\n"I'm here to see Madam Liandra, one of her friends told me she could help me get established in the city."\n\nYou see just a little bit of shock wash over them, before they straighten up a little... and their bored, slightly lifeless expressions turn into glittering eyes and wolfish grins. Huh. "Oh, well then! Welcome to Sussilex, Miss Cyan, very pleased to have you here. You'll be wanting an escort to Madam Liandra's place, then."\n\n"Ah, no, that's probably okay, you can just tell me how to get there," you hedge, really not sure what to make of the sudden attitude change.\n\n"No, no, I insist. We've many a lad just sitting about doing nothing, and it wouldn't do to have Madam Liandra think we'd been less than courteous to a friend of a friend. Just go through the gate and around to the side there, and a lad will be out in a moment."\n\nStill a little dubious but definitely sure it's not worth getting the local guards all riled up by refusing, you thank him and follow his instructions, heading through the gates and then turning into a little yard, where a few other wagons and people are waiting, probably for inspections. It really is only a minute or two before a door nearby opens and a boy about your own age, maybe even a little younger, comes scurrying out, a bit red in the face. He's more lightly-armored than the others, and doesn't have either a helmet or even a hint of beard like both the guys outside had, so he must be a rookie.\n\n"U-um, hello, I'm Garen, I'm to show you to the... to Mistress Liandra's?"\n\n"Yeah, guess so."\n\n"Ah... it will actually be a lot easier to go on foot, that's a busy part of the city. If you want, you can leave your horse here, and we'll stable it for you. N-no charge, or anything, since you're... well, you're her friend. Or, um, something."\n\nCuriouser and curiouser. Apparently Bellweather's friend is something of a big shot around here. You internally debate for a little while longer, before finally getting off the horse, taking your bag off of it and allowing one of the nearby unarmored hands to take the reins. Garen sets off, and you follow along with him. He tries to make polite conversation as the two of you go, but is either really awkward (or really awkward with girls), or nervous about the current task. Eventually he takes to just sort of quietly pointing out this or that building as you pass, letting you take in the scenery. Yeah, most of this is definitely way newer than that edifice up on the cliffside. Actually if you had to put a style to it, you'd say it reminds you way more of some of the pre-Civil War American cities you've seen pictures of and depicted in movies. New Orleans more than New York City, since there's definitely a sense of style and beauty to all of it, more wood and plaster elegant structures than brick rectangles. The crowds are pretty thick, and you can see why he suggested leaving the horse... the streets are fairly crowded with carriages and other horses, while the broad sidewalks are a little less jammed, allowing the two of you to pass through the widely varied crowd without any real isssue.\n\n"Ah... that's it up ahead," Garen murmurs, his face going even more red as you approach a corner.\n\nYou look to where he's indicating, seeing that there's a large building that takes up most of that street corner... actually it looks like it probably takes up way more than that, since that's just one side of it. It's a good four stories tall, and has multiple columns with carved ivy vines wrapped around them. As the two of you round the corner, you can see that the building actually goes a fair way down the street... it's like a small castle all its own! Just more in the style of an old Georgian plantation home than anything else. Or something, you're no architectural student. Although once you come into view of the entrance, you don't exactly have to be to finally put everything together.\n\nFlanking either side of the short flight of stairs that lead up to the porch that runs the full length of the front of the building are a pair of statues that match the full four story height of the building. One of a man, one of a woman... both completely naked. They're incredibly well-done and beautiful, the actual intent of artistry is clear, probably better and more vibrant than anything you've ever seen heralded as a defining sculpture of the art. They're also extremely detailed and sexual, every vein on the man's massive cock and wrinkle on his heavy sack, as well as every bump and contour of the woman's nipples and fold of her vulva rendered with the same loving attention to beauty as the slightly sly, beckoning expressions on their faces or the wavy locks of their hair.\n\n"Oh," you say quietly, your own face going... well, nowhere near as red as Garen's, he's practically a tomato at this point, but still.\n\n"Um... is everything okay?" Garen asks, glancing aside at you. "I mean... you're sure you want to go in there, right?"\n\n<hr>\n[[It's fine.|GGLian1x2]]\n\n[[You need a minute.|GGLian]]

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

"Yeah this is definitely a knockoff," you announce as you step up in front of the cabinet. "Hm, lemme take a quick moment to look it up. Let's avoid Wikipedia since I'm sure if it even counted as notable it's been blanded into oblivion and check this other wiki, okay, here we go, Immortal Dethbrawl," you announce in an 'I'm reading important things now' voice. "'Immortal Dethbrawl was a derivative game of Mortal Kombat. Known for being not only far more violent but also blatantly sexual, it found few arcades willing to buy a cabinet, and most were thought to be destroyed.' Oooo, looks like we're getting demonetized today guys," you quip dryly before continuing. "'The game's at the time unique Soul Devour mechanic was widely considered its only redeeming trait, in that as you made your way up a tournament ladder, your fighter gained the powers and physical traits of their defeated foes.' Oh, huh, that does sound kind of neat, like Megaman but edgy," you conclude before extending the stand leg from the back of the case and setting the phone down so that it has a good view of the screen. "Okay, let's give it a try!" you declare, dropping several tokens into the coin feeder and then hitting the Player One button.\n\nAnd suddenly you find yourself standing on a stone circle, high above a ruined landscape of black rock and lava. "WHAT?!" you scream, whipping back and forth, completely and totally disoriented by the abrupt change from standing in front of an arcade cabinet to standing on a ten foot wide circle of rock what has to be at least a hundred stories in the air. You stare wide-eyed and in shock as monstrous-looking winged things fly by in an oddly perfect rhythm with each other, letting out screeches that you've definitely heard in some movie before. Then you realize from your movements that your clothes have changed, and look down at yourself, yelping and reflexively clapping an arm across your chest and a hand over your crotch. You're wearing what could, at best, be described as an armored bikini top in orange and a rather skimpy bikini bottom in red, along with red shin armor and orange bracers. ... At least you still seem to have your glasses.\n\nSuddenly a loud, booming voice fills the air all around you. "<b>CHOOSE OR PERISH!</b>" You gawk as a series of images start popping up in the air, some of them of the fighters you recognize from the game's attract mode. Whichever one you look at lights up with a purple border, so apparently you have to pick one to... to fight?! You're <i>in</i> the <i>game</i>?!\n\n"No no no this is impossible this is impossible this is-!" you splutter, before some motion catches your eye and makes you raise your head. There are numbers above the portraits of the fighter, and it looks like they've been counting down from sixty. Wait, what happens if you don't choose?! ... oh wait it kind of said... shit, you actually have to fight these things?! Th-that's impossible!\n\n<hr>\n[[<img src="images/Reapzard1.jpg" alt="A horned lizardman with a lolling tongue and the name Reapzard. Blue border.">|WilmaReapzard1x1]][[<img src="images/JackORipper1.png" alt="A leering Jack-o-Lantern head named Jack-O-Ripper. Blue border.">|WilmaJackORipper1x1]]\n[[<img src="images/X-ekution1.jpg" alt="A knight with a horned helm and spectral flames issuing from beneath it named X-ekution. Blue border.">|WilmaXekution1x1]][[<img src="images/Tentakles1.png" alt="A monster with a bulging head and a face largely made of tentacles named Tentakles. Blue border.">|WilmaTentakles1x1]]\n[[<img src="images/Faro1.png" alt="An elf-eared woman in skimpy Egyptian-style clothing named Faro. Blue border.">|WilmaFaro1x1]][[<img src="images/Lilith1.png" alt="A horned woman with red eyes and dark grey skin named Lilith. Blue border.">|WilmaLilith1x1]]\n[[<img src="images/Slamita1.png" alt="A masked woman with large breasts in latex named Slamita. Blue border.">|WilmaSlamita1x1]][[<img src="images/MiniGun1.png" alt="A normal-looking flat-chested blonde girl named MiniGun. Blue border.">|WilmaMinigun1x1]]\n[[<img src="images/Foxfire1.png" alt="A white-haired woman with fox ears named Foxfire. Blue border.">|WilmaFoxfire1x1]][[<img src="images/Basika1.png" alt="A pink-haired woman with huge latex-clad tits named Basika. Purple border.">|WilmaBasika1x1]]\n\n[[Um, uh, er, uh, what, uh, I, um...|WilmaFun7xEnd1]]\n\n((Currently available: X-ekution))

Let's not go taking rides from strangers, even if the strangers are actually officially licensed buses, alright? You focus your attention on the screen and buying yourself a reloadable pass, barely noticing when you hear a bus pull up, idle briefly, and then drive off when you apparently don't want to get on.\n\nLuckily it doesn't take you quite as long as you thought, and about the time you've finished the bus you need is pulling up, actually somewhat ahead of schedule. The driver looks a bit flummoxed at the sight of a blonde American woman boarding his bus, your polite Japanese greeting not seeming to alleviate that, though for some reason you using the bus pass seems to make him relax a little. Well, people are soothed by routine, you think philosophically as you take your seat.\n\nYou wind up arriving at the principal's office only about twenty minutes after the scheduled start for school, for which you apologize and explain that you were a bit jet-lagged. He assures you that he wasn't even expecting you in today, but he appreciates that you did.\n\n"Now, Patissier-sensei, right now we plan to only have you teach a single class, a home room. You'll be free to craft your own lessons as you wish for this class, or to allow it to be a study hall, or simply help students with what they may be struggling with. We'll be looking at your students' grades from that class, and if we see improvement from them in other classes, we'll likely give you more classes to teach. But until then, we'd like you to take over a sort of general administration of some of the Advanced Students."\n\n"Advanced in what way?" you ask curiously, tilting your head a bit.\n\n"Well, quite frankly, they are geniuses. As you already likely know, this school hosts various programs for students that are already learning and experimenting above a college level." You do recall that, but were a little confused by why they don't just graduate such advanced students. You suppose your answers will have to wait however, since the principal continues. "They can be a little unruly, however, or simply negligent in certain of their duties as students and as heads of their specialties. They're very valuable students that often secure this school a great deal of funding with their theories and work, but we still need them to perform as students as well."\n\n"I see. So you'd like me to make sure of things like... them handing in reports, keeping their grades up in other areas, that sort of thing?"\n\n"Yes, exactly. Of course there are various other duties teachers fulfill here, but I'm sure your fellow teachers can explain those to you as you go along. Speaking of which, I'll show you to the teacher's lounge and your desk."\n\nWhich he does. There's not much of a meet-and-greet since most of the teachers are in class already, and instead the principal simply shows you to your desk, asks if you have any questions about using the computer, and then leaves. Well then! You look over the materials on your desk about the Advanced classes, considering. It might be best to see to...\n\n<hr>\n[[... the Advanced Programming students.|HelenJP7x4]]\n\n[[... the Advanced Chemistry students.|HelenJP9x1]]\n\n[[... the Advanced Mechanics students.|HelenJP]]\n\n[[... your paperwork.|HelenJP8x1]]

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

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

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

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

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

Somehow right up until the sight of that big red prick, you'd had it in mind that this was a lewd game, but not really the full meaning of what that would actually mean until the imp has tackled you to the ground face down and ass up, latched onto your butt and hips, and thrust that throbbing crimson cock into you all in one go.\n\nYour eyes roll up and your teeth grit as you're suddenly filled. Part of your brain says it should hurt, but all you actually feel is pleasure as the imp instantly starts almost frantically pumping away at you, his oversized red balls slapping against your crotch as his small form hugs up against your lower body, completely supported by you. "Holy shit holy fuck holy shit holy fuck," you start gasping out, your teeth quickly parting and your tongue poking out some as you cum for the first time in a few seconds, your pussy gushing in a positively hentai-esque way all over the rapacious little creature's sack.\n\nThe imp cackles loudly as he continues to pound your pussy, one of his little bony hands giving your ass a surprisingly firm slap. "Muahahaha! Fucking champions, you're all such fucking sluts! Cumming all over a demon's dick, you'll probably be another mindless imp bitch begging for my cock in a matter of days!"\n\nYou'd really like to make some sort of heroic comeback to that, especially as he smacks your ass again leaving a little pink imp handprint on it, but you're too busy orgasming again, your hips bucking and writhing, shaking the imp around in the air as he cling-fucks you. He's able to put a surprising amount of force into his thrusts despite his scrawny little limbs and small body, rocking you against the sand, your ragged top rapidly breaking and falling to the ground, leaving your tits jiggling free underneath you. You press a fist into the sand, making all sorts of increasingly lewd noises as you're force-fucked, your tight pink pussy spread around that big crimson cock, his balls slinging droplets of your girlcum down to soak into the sand with its motions.\n\nYou're not even sure how long he fucks you before he gives a cackling little shriek and thrusts forward, burying his prick deep inside you, those heavy balls lifting as they empty inside you. You shudder, your eyes rolling up almost completely as you cum more intensely than before at the feel of the thick, corrupt cum flowing into your pussy and womb, quickly bloating your belly up as more of the cum spurts out around where his shaft has you stretched.\n\nThe imp pulls out suddenly, giving you a shove to send you toppling onto your back in the sand, spurting out a few long streamers of jizz that splatter across your swollen stomach, your tits, and your face as you lay there panting and shuddering, your legs splayed shamelessly and showing off your well-fucked, cum-dribbling pussy. The imp cackles again as he gives himself a few more strokes, milking out more dribbles into your hair. "I'll keep an eye on you, girly! If you wind up an imp, I'll add you to my harem!" he declares before flying off with a flutter of his little wings.<<set $preg to true>><<set $imppreg to true>><<set $pregdays to 3>><<set $corruption to 5>>\n\nYou lay there somewhat insensate for awhile, just trying to process the experience. Wow that was... real. Well, not real at all, really, if you look at it objectively, but it certainly <i>felt</i> like a big fat cock was in your pussy and fucking you whether you wanted it or not. This game definitely does not play around!\n\nAfter you gather your wits, you sit up. Some time has passed, and after you do a quick check of yourself, you find that your stomach has gone back to normal, and the imp cum seems to have disappeared in general, leaving you largely clean, as if you'd absorbed it all. Huh. Actually, after a check of your status window and seeing that it now reads 'Corruption - 5', that might not be wrong at all.\n\nYou get to your feet and look for your top, but find nothing but a few errant shreds of the rough burlap. Sooo yeah, looks like the basic rag of a loincloth is all you've got left. You look at yourself, mostly naked, then at the forest, jungle, whatever ahead, trying to decide if you really want to keep playing after that.\n\n<hr>\n[[Nope, you're out.|GGCOC3x3]]\n\n[[Pft, of course you do!|GGCOC]]

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

After all, in the other game that this is clearly not, that's kind of the whole point isn't it? To wander around, getting molested and molesting in turn, immediately drinking and eating whatever new thing you find (if you're not a coward). Be a shame to skip all the fun of actually getting yourself corrupted into some sort of weird lewd thing!\n\nYou tap that option, and again everything rushes around you, and you yelp as the combination of where you're standing suddenly rocking underneath you and the bodysuit shrinking and changing on you again topples you backwards and drops you into a light sprawl on your ass. You're dazed for just a second, long enough for everything to finish its transition without you really paying attention, and you realize that the reason your footing was suddenly unsteady was that you're in a small boat. You're now wearing a... well, for lack of a better term, 'rag bikini', though it's really more of a front-and-back flap situation on the bottom than anything. Sorta obvious when you think about it that no one's really expecting the champions to purify the island when they send them out near-literally naked and unarmed, since after a brief glance around the boat you find that you don't have so much as an oar to use. \n\nSitting up, you take a look around. The most obvious thing to see is the island, which you guess is luckily just ahead. Beyond the beach there's some tall grass and bushes, and trees, none of which look particularly tropical, so must not be a 'desert island' sort of deal. (Wonder how big the place actually is?) The current and small waves seem to be carrying you gradually forward towards the sand, it looks like you'll make landfall in just a few minutes.\n\nAs you're pondering all this, a window pops up at the corner of your vision. Looks like your status menu... hey, it's even got your name on it!\n\n'Cyan - Lvl 1\nCorruption - 0\n\nUnarmed Strike - Lvl 1'\n\nAaaand... that's it. Your sole skill, which is only at level one, is punching. Or, you guess, kicking, and not very well. Yeaaah 'champion' your ass, this is totally a sacrifice, isn't it? Screw you, generic starting town that's probably not even included in this game! Ahem. You hope you at least level up quickly or something, it'd suck if you wound up grinding on this game for days just to get your Punch skill up to level two or something.\n\nThere's a low grinding noise and shudder through the small boat as it slides onto the beach sand, and you hurriedly clamber out because the rocking motion was a little too realistic and you were starting to get just slightly nauseous. Gah... these rags not only don't cover anything, they don't provide any support, either. Well, not that you need a ton, you are pretty perky and firm naturally after all... one of the many joys of being a teenager. Which, it's kind of wild how accurately it's represented your real body in here, but you guess that's what the suit's for.\n\nYou spend a few moments walking around the beach seeing if there are any convenient starting items, but other than the sand under your bare feet (luckily the game has apparently seen fit to not include the less pleasant parts, like it rubbing between your toes and little jagged bits and other not-fun things), there doesn't seem to be anything for you here. Shrugging (and jiggling just a little under the brown flaps of the top), you turn and make your way towards the treeline, intending to find wherever you're likely meant to make camp.\n\nAs you approach, though, the tall grass rustles... and a short, bright red figure with a potbelly, little flappy wings, and a massive, jutting red cock leaps towards you with a cry of "MUAHAHAHA!"\n\n<hr>\n[["Nooo!"|GGCOC]]\n\n[["Whoa!"|GGCOC3x2]]\n\n[["AW YEAH LET'S FUCKIN' DO THIS!"|GGCOC]]

Somehow, through some supreme act of will, you manage to yank your gaze away from him and turn around, your cheeks flushed in... embarrassment. Yup, let's go with embarrassment! "Uh, I'll go find those clothes now!" you blurt, hurrying out of the bathroom and closing the door behind you.\n\nIf you were thinking more clearly, you'd realize that you really should be calling the cops now, but instead you actually do go around the house for the next twenty minutes or so trying to find something even vaguely his size for him to wear. 'God, seems like that smell is everywhere here now,' you can't help but think, wondering how intense that kid's... ahem, stink... really must be that it's carried through every vent of the house, though it's definitely much stronger upstairs. \n\nHowever when you return to the bathroom, after several knocks and calls result in nothing, you dare to peek inside and... nothing. He's gone. In fact, the window's open, and a peek outside shows some wet, muddy marks running down the side of the wall, effectively announcing that he at some point decided that scrambling down the side of the house and running back to the woods was preferable to showering. What in the world...? \n\nAfter a few moments of staring, you shake your head, then close the window and turn off the shower. Then, without another word or thought, you go back to your room, shove your jeans and panties off, and then throw yourself down on the bed and begin frantically finger-fucking your pussy. You moan loudly and buck your hips towards your own hand as you pump two fingers into yourself, yanking up your sweater and pulling down your bra with the other hand to knead one of your tits roughly. You cum almost immediately but that doesn't stop you, your pussy almost gushing around your fingers as they work into your quivering, overheated hole at speed, your body bucking and writhing in animalistic desire.\n\nIt takes another four orgasms before you can even begin to calm down, panting and gasping for breath. Of course in the aftermath you feel <i>intensely</i> embarrassed and humiliated. How could you?! Getting so turned-on by a boy who was probably thirteen at most, what's wrong with you?! Even if his cock was... big... and thick... even when it was soft... and he smelled like a horny animal-man... a big, strong, horny, virile animal-man...\n\nTwo more orgasms and a lot more embarrassment later you're finally able to clean yourself up and put on clean clothes. You consider opening the windows to let some of the scent out, but the temperature's dropped enough that you decide that wouldn't be a good idea, and instead just head downstairs where it's barely noticeable. For some reason it never really occurs to you to worry about the boy with the drop in the temperature, or to go ahead and call the authorities anyway. Maybe it's some mingling of the embarrassment and the general sense that he must be fine somehow.\n\nEventually your mother comes home, the two of you exchanging pleasantries and bringing in some shopping she did before she heads upstairs to change her clothes. When she comes back down her face is a bit flushed and her nipples are sticking out stiff through her shirt, her voice a bit breathy as she asks you about the musky smell upstairs. Again through some mixture of embarrassment and a sense that you did something foolish, instead of the truth you tell her that one of the dogs got into the house and wound up getting upstairs and getting wet in the shower, thus the smell. She seems to buy it, at least enough that she repeats the story to your father when he gets home.\n\nLater that night, as you're trying to settle into bed to sleep, you can hear the sounds of vigorous... ahem, lovemaking... from down the hall. Your face goes red again as you realize your parents must be getting <i>quite</i> active... it's not like it's the first time you've heard anything at all from your room, but the sheer volume of springs creaking, headboard thumping, and the sexual moans is unlike anything you've ever heard. And almost before you know it you've stripped out of your sleeping shirt and pants and are once more working your pussy, fingers alternately stimulating your fat outer lips, working your clit, or pumping into yourself as you knead one large tit and tweak your nipple. The shame of masturbating to the sounds of your own parents fucking down the hall should be more than enough to ruin the experience, and yet you find yourself cumming repeatedly instead, eventually not bothering to muffle your own moans and whimpers of pleasure as you get yourself off again and again.\n\nIn the morning all three of you do such an admirable job of acting normal that it's almost like none of you could hear the others getting off down the hall throughout most of the night. You find yourself almost tempted to go upstairs and just sort of... marinate... in the lingering scent (which, if anything, seems to have grown a bit stronger rather than dissipating), but instead once again decide to get on the four-wheeler and roam around the property. You drive around in at least a quarter-daze, not sure if you're looking for the boy again or trying to escape him. Not that you really could if you wanted... that musk seems to have clung to your clothes, your hair, and your skin. At one point you can't help it and have to stop the four-wheeler, undo your jeans, and lean back and frig yourself right where you stopped, moaning and gasping right there in the open, your hand visibly moving under the front of your panties for anyone that might come along to see.\n\nYou manage to act normal when you return home that evening, and certainly you can't bring yourself to ask your parents if they had similar reactions. Instead all of you retire fairly early that evening, with you not even bothering to get into your sleeping clothes and just sprawling naked, almost idly fondling yourself as you gradually work up to another long night of masturbation.\n\nSoon enough you can hear the creaking, thumping, and moaning starting up from down the hall again. Though something sounds... different... tonight. You're not sure what... it's too muffled and mingled with other sounds. It's enough to make you sit up a little and peer towards the door. What's up...?\n\n<hr>\n[[Go look.|HollyNov]]\n\n[[Nevermind.|HollyNov]]

Concern kicks into high gear and you hop the fence and hurry towards him. "Are you lost? Did you wander away from a camp site or something?" you ask worriedly as you approach him.\n\nHis head tilts a little. He seems mostly mildly confused by your words, and a little airy and distant... poor kid, must be in shock. You hadn't seen any 'lost child' notices when you were checking the local news but for all you know he's been out here for weeks, you've heard of stuff like that happening. Deciding not to batter him with a lot of words, you offer your hand. After a moment he lifts one of his own and sets it in it, seeming more curious than anything as you take it and lead him back over to the four-wheeler.\n\nHe does, at the very least, seem quite pleased when you get a blanket out of the storage box on the quad and drape it around him, snuggling up into it cheerfully enough. It takes a bit more urging to get him to clamber onto the four-wheeler behind you, but soon you're heading back to the house, his arms snugged around your middle.\n\n'Okay, first priority when I get him back is call the authorities and find out if there's any missing kids,' you muse, before sniffing a bit. There's definitely a woodsy, muddy smell from behind you mixed with a bit of body odor, something particularly thick and musty about it. Not... <i>entirely</i> unpleasant, but definitely rather strong. Okay so maybe first priority is a bath or shower or something.\n\nIt looks like your parents aren't back yet when you get back, so you focus on leading the boy upstairs to the bathroom. He still looks curious and mildly bewildered about everything, including your various attempts to say comforting things. Maybe he'll feel better after he's clean, you decide. He actually jumps a little as you start the water running in the shower of the upstairs bathroom, staring at it like he's never seen one before.\n\n"Okay, so um, just get undressed and get cleaned up and I'll see if I can find you some other clothes," you tell him as you confirm that the water's getting hot, though the steam in the air is carrying that smell a bit more. At his curious look, you hesitate before you say, "You know, get undressed? Clothes off?" you try, making a few vague undressing motions yourself.\n\nThat seems to clue him in, his eyes lighting up with understanding. Before you can really stop him, he undoes the button of his ragged jean-shorts and lets them drop.\n\nYou're instantly stunned by two things... one, he's absolutely hung. As in, 'like a horse'. As in, he is definitely bigger than your last three boyfriends, his dark, bronze-skinned cock and smooth balls hanging large and limp in front of his skinny thighs. The second is that the smell gets <i>so</i> much more intense, rich, and there's no other word, <i>effective</i> the moment his shorts come off. That thick, dark, masculine smell completely fills your nose and smacks you in the back of the brain, and instantly your panties are plastered against your pussy with their wetness. Your knees wobble just a little and you can actually feel your eyes start to glaze over with the intensity of the 'bitch in heat' feeling that starts to come over you.\n\n<hr>\n[[Give in to the feeling.|HollyNov4x1]]\n\n[[Resist.|HollyNov3x3]]

Okay, okay, so this type of game has got to have like a cheat menu or something, right? Especially if it's in alpha or beta, like the version number would seem to suggest. Something to keep you from just being at the complete mercy of the island.\n\nYou poke around in the menu for awhile, and then tap at various parts of the display HUD, just seeing if there's any hidden access points. Nothing. You scowl to yourself, thinking, then more out of a brief flight of whimsy than anything else say out loud "Up up down down left right left right A B select start."\n\nYou almost jump as a new menu instantly appears floating in the air in front of you. 'Cheat Menu'... yup, that was it apparently. Shaking your head, you take a moment to look it over, hoping against hope maybe there's a 'Force Logout' option, but of course there isn't. Tch. Well, might as well check out what it does have...\n\n'[[Purification Tattoo|GGCOC]] - Cleanses corruption, prevents pregnancy, blocks transformation items, and reduces effectiveness and duration of status effects. If you are defeated in a way that would result in your permanent corruption or Bad End, you respawn at your set home the next morning.\n\n[[Demon Blade|GGCOC]] - An evil sword that prevents you from being defeated in battle, or affected by other negative affects. However, raises your corruption regularly, and may alter your body or even control your mind in repayment.\n\n[[Companion|GGCOC3x5]] - Immediately gain a powerful ally. Allies may require something in return for their services, but will never abandon you.\n\n[[Chastity Belt|GGCOC]] - Will prevent pregnancy, and also being fucked (vaginally or anally). Prevents most corruption items.\n\n[[Gems|GGCOC]] - It's just a huge amount of currency. Effectively limitless.'\n\nOkay so... sounds like a lot of them, other than the first and last, have at least slight drawbacks to go with their benefits. (Man when did video game devs decide that even their cheats needed 'balancing'?) The demon blade seems to have the most obvious drawback... but then again, you'd guess that most of this game revolves around being defeated by monsters, if you were undefeatable in battle that would go a long way towards averting the bad stuff. The companions probably all have their own things you have to do to keep them happy. The Purification Tattoo sounds like it wouldn't actually provide you any bonuses or help, but would let you play the game without being corrupted into anything, constantly knocked up, or permanently Bad Ended. (Honestly if you weren't trapped in here that sounds like fun.) And then there's the gems, which has no drawbacks whatsoever, but then who knows when you'll actually be able to spend them? ... Heck, you haven't played this game before, who knows if that damn dev actually put shops and vendors in yet?!\n\nCould you use more than one? ... No, probably not, if the dev bothered to balance the cheats it's probably one of those things where you can only have one active at a time. Still, better than starting with nothing...

Okay, a companion, someone to do the fighting (and getting lewded) for you, possibly. At least with an AI helper you wouldn't be alone out here. You select that option, and a new list pops up.\n\n[[Ashizu|GGCOC]] - A basic companion. Not particularly powerful, but will accompany the player anywhere and help them with anything, no matter what. Will always manage to save the player from a Bad End.\n\n[[Ramme|GGCOC]] - An extremely powerful companion, effectively undefeatable and incorruptible. However, will insist on the player remaining at the home base while he goes out to fight and gather materials, and will take a dominant role to enforcing this.\n\n[[Tuniviel|GGCOC]] - A guardian angel. Specifically, she will guard your home and guard you while you sleep, making sure it is a completely safe area. She will also purge you of any corruption each time you return to camp, though this is not optional, and she'll do so with her own methods.\n\n[[Thaniel|GGCOC]] - A guardian angel. Tuniviel's twin. Has a dick. Pretty much the only difference.\n\n[[Twinne|GGCOC]] - A mostly identical copy of the player. Will level up and match skills with the player, and obey any orders, but is capable of independent action and expression.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Oddly, the thought of continuing to go naked doesn't actually bother you. In fact the moment you realize it's an option, you feel oddly drawn to it. "Well, I've already delayed us this long, why don't I take the bracers since it would be faster," you answer breezily, smiling as if nothing about the issue bothered you... since you're finding it doesn't.\n\n"R-right, okay, here." Misty squirms a little as she takes the leather bracers with twining bits of metal on the back out of her bag and proffers them.\n\nYou accept the items and slip them on, finding them fairly easy to tug taut, where they fit against your forearms like they were made for you. You can just faintly feel something around you, almost like a faint static charge in the air but not quite so strong. You notice as you shift back and forth a little that your boobs don't wobble and sway quite so much... they do still jiggle, but not the heavy motions of before that might have gotten faintly uncomfortable as you went along. "Ah, yeah, this is great, Misty, thanks."\n\n"You're w-welcome," she replies with just a bit of a squeak, still blushing as she scrambles back atop her horse.\n\nSoon the five of you have set off again, chatting amiably as you get to know each other, though you notice that most of them have wandering eyes, in most cases you think just because they're not used to someone so blatantly naked in their midst. Misty is a crafter and artificer, highly skilled with making enchanted items and even machines, but isn't very combat-capable or outgoing all on her own, so to find the materials, spells, and gain the experience necessary to broaden her craft, she put together the group. Nissa is apparently actually a princess, exiled from her kingdom by her twin sister to avoid any question of who had the right of succession. Rern is apparently a former pit fighter, reputed to have orc lineage, which you note she doesn't seem particularly interested in denying. And Omna is a mage who's studying every aspect of magic she can get her hands on rather than just a single craft, which apparently makes her something of an oddball amongst other magic users.\n\nYou listen to their stories, engaging them and drawing them out, finding it easy enough to both listen and respond and urge them to tell you more. You can tell they're quickly becoming more comfortable with you... and as they do, their eyes start to roam a bit more, you notice. Nissa's mostly seem drawn to your tits, pretty sapphire eyes wandering to them occasionally, and once you're fairly certain you spot a deft flick of a soft pink tongue over her soft lips. Rern meanwhile lets her dark eyes wander to your hindquarters more often than not, that nearly-a-leer dancing around her mouth when she catches sight of your heavy, swaying balls and thick sheath. Omna seems to be more curious in general, eyes roaming over you as if eager to know more but not sure how to ask. Misty just sneaks peeks everywhere every so often, usually blushing after she does, stammering a little bit when speaking soon after having 'almost' been caught looking at your bare body.\n\nYou also start to get a feel for their steeds, which is probably natural since you're half horse yourself. Misty's chestnut mare seems good-natured but a little skittish... rather like her, though you notice the mare calms down the longer you're around. As does Nissa's obviously thoroughbred white mare, who at first seems quite haughty and a little ill-tempered, even nipping at you a few times when you sidle closer to speak with the elf, though after a few hours it seems to be making a show of tolerating you even as it sometimes sidles a little closer to you as well. Rern's big black and white stallion mostly seems disinterested in you entirely at first, though again as time goes on you notice it giving its head light tosses when you come near, as if in greeting. The reindeer that Omna's riding mostly seems a proud, above-it-all sort, who doesn't pay you much attention from start to finish, but oh well, it's obviously the odd one out in more ways than one.\n\nYou yourself feel more comfortable with yourself and your nudity the longer you're walking around. After all, you look amazing... here you are with huge glorious tits any woman would envy, and what's obviously a massive cock any man would envy. You got the lion's share on this little otherworld adventure, you'd have to say, and as you get used to the thought you're more and more looking forward to all the lewd potential ahead of you.\n\n"We should probably make camp," Rern eventually grunts, pointing off to the side. "Sounds like some water over there."\n\nThe group diverts from the road to make its way through the trees, finding what's obviously been used as a campsite several times before to judge by the ring of stones with some burnt leavings in the middle of them. The others dismount and tie up the animals, with Misty pulling out what looks like some sort of camp stove and setting it up over the ring of stones, starting to cook.\n\n"So we should get to Edgefall in a few more days," Nissa observes as she settles down on log that looks like a few previous visitors have done their best to shape into a bench. "It's supposed to be quite a beautiful place, I'm looking forward to seeing it for the first time."\n\n"They have quite a library there too, hopefully it won't cost me too much to spend some time there," Omna adds with a smile, mismatched eyes glittering. (Hm, are they different colors than they were earlier.)\n\n"And gambling dens," Rern grunts.\n\n"There are lots of shops and things too," Misty says happily as she adds some sliced meat to the pan. "What about you, Cyan, what are you looking forward to?"\n\n<hr>\n[[Tonight's fun with the party.|GGSMCent]]\n\n[[Tonight's fun with the steeds.|GGSMCent]]\n\n[[Hiring some fun at Edgefall.|GGSMCent]]\n\n[[Gearing up to dominate the adventure.|GGSMCent]]

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

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

Swallowing your most immediate and visceral reaction, you clear your throat. "That might not be a good idea... the Lieutenant didn't tell us to split up, so if she finds out we did, we'd catch hell."\n\n"Yeah, point," Shyn grumbles. "Alright, let's do the dorm first." She leads the way down the steps, sweeping her slightly larger double-emitter rifle back and forth in front of her as she goes. The dorm level is in much the same state as the areas above... debris from the rooms is scattered around the floor, there's chips and even cracks in the cement walls, and most of the rooms are rather dim. "Alright, I'm gonna keep the stairwell covered. LaChance, check out the rooms, Kaze, check the shower room."\n\nBoth of you nod, with you stopping to sweep your rifle to cover the open doorway of the first dorm room you come to, the lights from your harness illuminating partway in and the spotlight on your rifle reaching the back wall. You can see Veronka continuing on down the hall towards the flickering area of the showers as you make your way to the room across the hall to do the same check... you have no desire to actually go inside, where a lot of the lights are out, and Shyn doesn't seem interested in ordering you to.\n\nYou've gotten to room 117, mildly disturbed by the obvious signs of violence but complete lack of signs of gore in an identical-looking and near-identically-numbered room to your own, when there's a scream. You snap your rifle up and swing it around in time to see Veronka come pelting full speed out of the shower room, pursued by multiple shambling black masses. She yelps as her foot hits a piece of someone's footlocker, ankle obviously twisting as she topples forward, her rifle hitting the floor ahead of her and slipping free, skittering across the concrete to come to a rest against some scraps of cloth near your feet. "Oh God, help me!" she screams, stretching out a hand towards you, her yellow eyes wide with panic.\n\n"LaChance, leave her, let's go!" Shyn bellows from the stairs, already starting to drop back into the stairwell. "It's too late, c'mon!"\n\nFor a horrible, awful instant, everything slows to an absolute crawl, letting you see the malformed, lopsided horrors shambling towards Veronka, led by an almost triangular thing rimmed all up the sides by tentacles and with several large, gnashing mouths in its front, a snaillike lower body shoving it ever closer to the panic-stricken catgirl who's been a thorn in your side for the last month.\n\nCommander Connors said it yourself... one of the things that will get you dead is being a hero...\n\n<hr>\n[[Be smart.|GGSR]]\n\n[[Be merciful.|GGSR]]\n\n[[Fuck it. Be a hero.|GGSR6x12]]

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

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

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

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

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

Eh, you got this. This guy can't be that bright, leaving an arrow practically pointing to where he lives, and you undid the first trap he set without any problems. Why waste valuable potions? You tuck both back into your pouch and slip your goggles back into place, starting in on the work.\n\nYou haven't been disarming the wards for very long when you accidentally set off one of them, sending the magical equivalent of a tripwire twanging and setting off several of the enchantments at once. You barely have time to murmur "Oh shi-" before the blast of magic hits you and knocks you sprawling onto your back, your goggles going skittering off across the stone floor.\n\nYou start to push yourself up, only for your arms to drop you back onto the floor before raising stiffly into position with your hands level with your head, a few inches out to the side. Your legs stiffen and tighten as well, pulling up and bending, spread apart with your knees pointed celingward and a bit forward. A strange, slick feeling passes all over your skin as it turns smooth and flawless, shining a bit in the light from the nearest globe, and then starting to turn green. You open your mouth to cry out, only for it to contort into a wide open O, your lips puffing out and then turning into a solid ring around your mouth. Your teeth retract into your gums, and then your tongue merges with the bottom of your mouth, truly silencing you as your mouth and throat become nothing but a deep tube, ridges forming at intervals all down it.\n\nYour wide eyes are colored over by the green plastic, nothing but molding and and black circles in the center to give the impression of eyes. Your tits, ass, and indeed your whole body swell, the seams of your clothing popping and letting the leather fall away as you assume rounder proportions, your body hollowing out and becoming a layer of green latex. Your pussy shifts, pudgy lips flattening and becoming little more than a contoured slit between your legs, leading to another tube, this one lined with bumps and knobs, while your ass shifts to a perfectly smooth, slender one ideal for providing suction. Your fingers and toes join together, inflated thumbs jutting out, only some small seams left to make sure that you still have the suggestion of hands and feet.\n\nYou shift in place as a light breeze from the tunnel moves you on the stone floor. You can feel both vividly on your shiny green skin, even as you find yourself unable to move or even blink, your expression stuck in one of mild surprise, though your fuck-tunnel mouth may be responsible for that.\n\nYour cautiousness about using magic items has left you as an inflatable sex doll sitting on the doorstep of an evil wizard's lair.\n\n<hr>\n[[Game Over.|GGRogue8xEnd]]

Okay, let's see. A few order and charge confirmations, some newsletter emails from automatic signups you've been too lazy to unsubscribe from, and...\n\n... hey, an actual direct email from another person, there's a rarity! In fact this one seems to be from your friend [[Crystal|GGAppStart]], who's a bit of a programming whiz. Well, you say 'a bit', more like kind of a programming genius, at least to your perception. You haven't heard from her in like a year, though, wonder what she's been up to? Well, you guess the easiest way to find out is to read her email!\n\nWait, what's this? You have an email from [[Deviville High|GGClass1x1]]? During summer? That just seems unfair somehow. Or at the very least presumptuous and intrusive, if they've got something official to say they should be saying it through, like, registered mail! Bleh, all hail the digital age where the gubmint skool system has a leash on you year round. ... Maybe you should ignore it... ugh, but what if it's about something actually worthwhile, like the cheerleader team having a bake sale? (Some of those pyramid hoppers can cook. ... Or they buy good stuff, whichever.)\n\nSocial media spam email... oh, hey, wait, this might be one of those rare times that a social media nagmail is <i>actually</i> of interest to you! Specifically, it's informing you of an "[[Urban Legends and Cryptids of Deviville|GGULStart]]" group. You weren't aware Deviville had that many urban legends of note, to be honest... after all you've lived here all your life and it's pretty much been boring as hell. But maybe you'll actually find something interesting?

*<b>Main:</b> Continuing some of the [[scenarios|QODigi3x1]] with Jamie and Maya and the Minidigitizer.\n*<b>Main:</b> A new branch has been inserted when Eric agrees to let [[Anubilis|HLSenshi14x1]] have his body. ("Confront her as you are" leads to the original choices.)\n*<b>Main:</b> Some more of Jamie in the Skyrim sim, starting in the [[torture room|QOSkyrim1x5]] and going down both paths.\n*<b>Main:</b> And for a completely different approach to the same subject, [[Cyan|GGVR1x4]] can also play Skyrim on her new VR rig.\n-Update 2-\n* New scenario in Minidigitizer for Maya.\n*<b>Main:</b> Mallory-in-Jamie's-body can claim the [[enhancement bracers|QOInc8x4]] from the lockbox at the bank.\n* Added a link to SideUnseen's Devious Digitizer in the sidebar.\n*<b>Main:</b> Helen can decide to see to the [[Advanced Chemistry Students|HelenJP7x3]] at Fakkushiri High.\n-Update 3-\n*<b>Main:</b> Jamie can now be offered a [[completely normal Pokemon|QOPoke1x1]] to start his Selassa-obligated journey.\n*<b>Main:</b> Jamie can attend to his mother's [[MILF guests|QOKevScheme5x3]] first in the Errana-influenced storyline.\n-Update 4-\n*<b>Main:</b> More of Jamie [[playing Skyrim|QOSkyrim1x8]].\n*<b>Main:</b> [[July|HollyStart]] is now available at Holly's start.

"I... guess when you put it like that, I kind of have to," you reply with a sigh. "I don't want to wind up hurting anybody, let alone missing out on the chance to help people."\n\nElisa smiles. "Very good. Now, don't worry... I'll remain and explain everything to your parents."\n\nYou blink. "Don't I have to maintain a secret identity or something?"\n\n"While you're training, it <i>is</i> better that you don't tell anyone outside of the family," Elisa agrees with a nod. "But considering you are a minor, there are a lot of reasons to tell your parents. Your graduation and assumption of the mantle of a full hero comes with various options, but you're several years away from making that choice, no need to get caught up in it now."\n\nAnd that's definitely an interesting conversation. Ethan definitely seems upset that you get to go to superhero school and he doesn't, and starts demanding to use the power tester, but Elisa says that he's not allowed until he's at least your age. Apparently the fact that he'll get to test for powers and probably go to hero school <i>eventually</i> placates him, and Elisa manages to convince your parents somehow as well.\n\nYou spend most of the rest of the summer in a daze, not really sure what to say to your friends or how to explain anything. Mostly you just kind of avoid them after explaining the cover story you were given... you got offered a scholarship to an athletics-focused boarding school in another part of the country, and it's a good opportunity so you've taken it. Otherwise you spend a lot of time keeping fit in various ways like jogging, doing video workouts, and even lifting some weights, all of which are, uh, illuminating about your new abilities. \n\nBut eventually it's time to leave, and after saying your goodbyes you board a plane and fly out to the location of the school, though it's actually another hour in an opaque-windowed bus after you get there. Most of the other apparent students in the bus seem pretty much like you... about your age, maybe a little younger or a little older, and all with slightly glazed expressions that say they're still kind of processing what's happening. (Big mood.) \n\nThat starts to change though once the bus stops. The driver tells you to take a nametag and put it on your carry-packs, and leave those aboard, before opening the door to let you off. As you climb down, the first thing you're shocked by is just how many students there are. 'Uh... are real, actual superheroes actually a huge thing and I just somehow missed it?' you think, looking around. There's at least a few dozen students here, maybe as many as a hundred. You also notice that there are a significant number of them that, uh... are more obviously not entirely... normal? Is that a mean word to use there? You're not sure what word would fit better, but you can see some people with wings, or different skin colors, stuff like that. Everyone's standing on a sort of flat, athletic-style field, though ahead you can see a lot of really high hedge walls that... yeah, that's definitely a really Extra hedge maze. \n\nSpeaking of people that blatantly look different, what you're assuming is a teacher comes sauntering across the field between where all the students are gathered and the maze. She's, uh... she's definitely dressed skimpily and daringly enough to be a superhero, wearing a black top with a white drape around the neck and a significant amount of cleavage, shoulders capped by little armor plates with some blue LED trim, arms sheathed in fingerless black gloves with more light armor sections, and a pair of tiny little black bikini bottoms with what you guess is a utility belt clipped above them, and thigh-high black boots. She's also got horns sweeping around from the sides of her blonde head, starting as shiny black and fading to pink, the coloration repeating on the spade-tipped tail emerging from the base of her spine. Her skin is marked here and there by little geometric pink designs, and as she comes to a stop she strikes a bit of a pose and takes off her sunglasses, revealing one blue eye and one pink eye.\n\n<img src="images/MissMalice.jpg">\n\n"Hell-" She pauses, then straightens up and presses a finger to the little choker on her neck. When she speaks again, her voice comes from various points dotted around the field and inside the maze ahead. "Hello, everyone! I'm the Hero Challenge Trainer, Miss Malice! Don't be fooled by the name or the look, I'm not a supervillain!" She pauses briefly, her tail flicking about a bit. "... Anymore." Clearing her throat, she continues. "Anyway! Everyone, welcome to Ascendant Academy! I'll be overseeing your entrance exam, which will commence in about ten minutes!"\n\n"Hey!" a student from further down blurts. "I thought we'd already been accepted?!" A general murmur goes up and down the crowd, with you joining in.\n\n"You <i>have</i>, it's not that kind of entrance exam," Miss Malice replies with a bit of a giggle, resting her hands on her hips. "This test isn't about whether you get to enter, it's about where you'll be placed when you do. It's to help us judge your abilities, current strengths, and aptitude. Some of you will probably wind up placed immediately into more advanced courses, others will be placed in more basic courses so we can bring you up over time. And before you start getting huffy, this isn't about who's 'better' or 'superior', it's just about where you are in your personal development and what you, exactly, need to make you an awesome hero. Now, as you can see, there are multiple entrances to the maze," she continues, turning slightly towards the hedges and gesturing with a hand, lights clicking on to indicate the breaks in the foliage. "Don't worry, you can get to an exit no matter which entrance you pick. The test is to get to the other side of the maze as quickly as you can, using whatever methods you can. And while I'm aware that means some of you could fly right over it," she adds, glancing around at some of the winged students with a grin. "Just remember, this is <i>also</i> about demonstrating everything you can do. Whether you choose to take the direct path of least resistance or actually solve the maze will also be factored into your placement. Now as said, the test will start in about ten minutes. The only rules are no attacking or hindering other students. When you hear the tone, set off!"\n\nWith that, she saunters off to the side, more than a few heads turning a bit to catch a glimpse of her ass in those tiny panties. (Yours might be one of them, if only because geez will you have to dress like that if you become a hero? ... She is a hero, right?) Then you're distracted as there's a really lewd-sounding "Kyu-hu-hu~!" laugh from beside you. Looking over, and then down when you realize there's seemingly a blank spot beside you, you blink at the sight. The boy beside you barely comes up more than a few inches past your waist, and seems to be made of... plastic? Rubber? Honestly he kind of looks like one of those cheap bendy action from the dollar store, complete with molded black hair and shiny ultra-smooth skin, just more detailed since he's actually got contoured eyelids and eyes and a nose and everything. He's also stretched his neck outward so that he can leer at the departing teacher. "What an ass! What an ass!"\n\n"Ew, gross," the girl standing on your other side says, scowling and folding her arms over her chest. She's got black hair with a few auburn highlights spilling down her back, and while she's fully dressed, both her long-sleeved black shirt and her jeans are pretty tight, showing off her sleek body. "Who decided being a pervert wasn't a disqualifying trait for being a hero?"\n\n"Ehhh? Pervert? Meeee? For enjoying what she clearly wants to show off?" the plastic boy says with an exaggerated pout as he turns his head towards her, placing his hands to his chest. (Wow, it really does look like his arms just bend wherever they want.) \n\nThe black-haired girl rolls her green eyes, then offers you a hand. "Cait Cain."\n\n"Oh, um, Amanda Mayhew," you reply, taking the hand and shaking it, trying not to be distracted by the... ... weird perverted living action figure.\n\n"And I'm Bryan Boise!" said boy declares cheerfully.\n\n"We don't care," Cait assures him flatly.\n\n"Ooo, so rude! You'll feel bad when I'm a super famous hero, beloved the world over!" The look on your face must match the derisive snort Sally gave, because his leer turns into a smirk. "Don't think I can do it?! Okay then, I'll make you a bet! If I~ get to the other side of the maze before you two do, you both have to become my <i>sidekicks</i>!"\n\n"Gross," Cait repeats, wrinkling her nose.\n\n"I guess you won't have to worry about it, unless I've got more potential as a hero than you do!" Bryan chirps.\n\nYou can see that stings Cait's pride a little, and you have to admit that it might ding your ego a bit too. Your powers are really cool! You can bench press twice what your dad could on his best day in college! (Which... probably dinged his ego too, but.) \n\n<hr>\n[["Fine, deal!"|SweetHero1x2]]\n\n[["..."|SweetHero]]\n\n[["No, we should all work together."|SweetHero2x1]]

Kind of curious to see where all this might be leading, you undo the latch of the door and haul it open. Standing on the other side is a boy who looks nineteen or so, with sandy, shoulder-length hair and dark eyes, a grin on his pale face. He's not bad-looking, though to judge by the way his own thin black robes fall against him, a little on the scrawny side. "Hey, Cynath. Can I come in?"\n\nHoping he won't notice that you don't really know who he is, you shrug (doing your best to ignore the jiggle it causes) and step back, gesturing him inside. Once he's stepped into the room you close the door behind him and turn. "What's up?" you prompt, hoping that's neutral enough not to give everything away.\n\n"A little bird may have told me that your final exam is in summoning magic. And never let it be said that your friend Vikkun doesn't look after you!" he adds with a slightly smug tone.\n\n'Thanks for the namedrop, very convenient,' you muse, folding your arms over... well, under... your chest. "Oh yeah? You can help me with that?"\n\n"Sure! I may have just come into a small handful of very prime summoning catalysts. Very rare stuff, very powerful," he continues, eyes gleaming... then turning towards the ceiling. "Maybe not necessarily fully sanctioned for use by students... but then you're only a student until you complete this one exam, right? So it's basically a technicality. With one of these you'd be assured of a pass!"\n\nYou shift a little in place. So it sounds like he's suggesting you cheat... but probably not blatantly, and you suppose he has a point about you being practically a graduate anyway. (Or at least so the note says.) "And you're just going to give me one of these catalysts?"\n\n"Well... I was thinking... you know..." His smile falters just a little as his pale face turns rather red. You think you'd have a fair idea of just what he's suggesting (or rather, can't quite bring himself to brazenly suggest) even if you didn't notice the tent starting to grow in the front of his robes. Not exactly a measly little tent either, you have to admit...\n\n<hr>\n[[Accept his offer.|GGMage]]\n\n[[Decline his offer.|GGMage]]\n\n[[Ask him to help you study instead.|GGMage]]

"But if we win, then same goes for you! You have to become <i>our</i> sidekick!" you declare, Cait looking torn between smirking at the potential of lording it over the little pervert or being disgusted at the idea of having him around on a continuous basis. \n\n"Fiiiine!" he chirps, plastic-looking eyes taking on a smug set.\n\nYou and Cait sidle off to the side a bit, and after a moment she gives you a look. "Not that I'm actually opposed to putting him in his place, since I am going along with it, but it's a pretty big thing to agree to be a sidekick on the first day of school."\n\n"Psh, it's just a term, right?" you say, flitting a hand dismissively. "It's not like he can actually make us do anything."\n\nCait stares at you for a long moment, then puts a hand to her face. "Oh God, you're completely and utterly new, aren't you?"\n\n"Um... yes?" You blink a few times, glancing around before looking back at her. "Why? What? What's going on?"\n\n"Keeping promises you've made is a <i>huge</i> deal in the superhero world, it's like a part of the whole dynamic. And a sidekick is a <i>really</i> defined role, it's not something vague like 'partners'," Cait explains with a sigh. "We've basically agreed that we're going to be that little worm's <i>slaves</i> for the rest of our hero careers... and we can't retire or get out until he says so."\n\n"What?!" you squeak, clapping your hands over your mouth.\n\n"And before you ask, no, we can't just go back on it. You break a promise you made to another hero without any extenuating circumstances, not only will they kick you out of Ascendant Academy, you'll have to pay back all the stuff they've given you for free for this year, like your tuition, housing, uniforms, cafeteria plan, all of it."\n\n"Whaaat?!" you wail, clasping the sides of your head.\n\n"Okay, okay, calm down!" Cait hisses, gesturing you to be quiet as she notices other students starting to look at you. "Look he's a short little overconfident dick who can bend himself a little, if we keep our heads we can totally navigate the maze better than he can!"\n\nBefore you can say anything else, there's a loud tone and everyone starts rushing towards the maze entrances, you and Cait included after just the briefest moment for your brains to get back on track. As you're heading down the steady slope towards the nearest entrance, you see Bryan go springing past... literally, his legs coiled into cartoonish springs that let him propel himself forward in obvious <i>sproing</i> motions, and high enough that he'll be getting at least glimpses above the hedge walls. "Seeya soon, sidekicks!" he calls in a voice full of implications.\n\n"Shit!" hisses Cait, not stopping her run but glancing at you. "Okay, this is bad, but I think we can still do this!"\n\n"How?!" you demand.\n\n"My power is to make temporary duplicates of people," she explains. "They usually disappear if they get very far from me, but there's a sort of hack for that... if I duplicate myself too." She winces as she says it, adding, "It only works if I'm keeping near another duplicate I've made and I <i>really</i> hate to do it, because it gives me a migraine, but if we literally split off a temporary pair at every turn, we're basically guaranteed to actually solve the maze as fast as possible and rank above him."\n\n"Really?!" you ask, eyes glittering.\n\n"Yeah, but since you were the one so eager to get into this, and I'm getting us out, you'll have to be my sidekick too, just for the rest of the year!" she says, heat in her voice.\n\n<hr>\n[[Agree.|SweetHero]]\n\n[[Try without it.|SweetHero]]\n\n[[Split up.|SweetHero]]

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

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

"Teeed, Skinnyyyy!" Tanya adds in, patting the side of the door. "C'mon boys!"\n\nWhen there's no immediate response, you snort and lean into the van, grabbing the plastic bag full of dry treats and giving it a shake. Woolly's ears perk up and his head lifts as he gives a soft 'boof' of notice... and a moment later there are more barks from further out. A German Shepherd in a tie-dyed collar and a slightly mopey-looking Greyhound mix come rushing out of the night and trotting up to you, tails wagging rapidly as you open the treat bag. "Goood booooys," you coo, proffering a treat to the German Shepherd. "Here you go Teeed, aaaand Skinny!" you add, giving another treat to the mutt next to him, who gobbles it down with even greater enthusiasm. And of course you give one to Woolly, since it's not entirely fair otherwise. After all, they're all just dogs, not like they can understand complex concepts like 'It's time to leave'. Even if Woolly is the smartest one out of all three pups.\n\nShooing the boys into the back of the van, you close the doors after them and head around to climb into the passenger seat. You sit there blankly for a moment, before realizing that for some reason your laptop is in the back, which is weird, since that's where the dogs usually are. Reaching back to snag it, you note, "We really should just go ahead and take those other two seats out. It's not like the boys are using them," you note with a scoff.\n\n"I guess we just always forget," Tanya agrees breezily as she starts the Monster Magnet and sets off.\n\nFor a little while she just drives in silence, nothing but the sound of the three dogs in the back panting softly and moving around to get comfy to fill the quiet as the night goes by outside. Something tickles at the back of your brain, and you realize that you feel like something's... off. Maybe it's just reading that creepy book that has you a little bit rattled, but something feels just <i>not right</i> and you try to figure out what it is. Latching on to something, you look aside at your friend. "Hey, Tanya. Does it seem weird at all that your brother's... y'know... a dog?"\n\n"Hm?" Tanya blinks and glances over at you, seeming utterly confused. "Ted's always been a dog," she replies, though she sounds slightly uncertain even as she says it, frowning at the road ahead. "... Hasn't he?"\n\n"I mean... I think he has," you agree after a moment, rubbing the back of your neck. "... Maybe I'm just out of it," you admit.\n\n"I did have a nap while you had your nose buried in those weird books," Tanya agrees, sounding relieved to not be talking about her brother's canine nature anymore. "Maybe we should just pull over and camp somewhere instead of driving on to a motel. It's a nice night, weather's good, you could catch up on sleep right away."\n\n<hr>\n[["Yeah, that sounds good."|WilmaCC1x4]]\n\n[["No, let's find a motel."|WilmaCC]]

You open the back doors for Woolly to climb in, then blink. "Hey, we're forgetting the boys."\n\nTanya blinks, then snorts a little. "Geez, I must be really zonked from that nap I took, you're right."\n\n<hr>\n[["Let's wait for them."|WilmaCC]]\n\n[["Let's go looking for them."|WilmaCC]]\n\n[["Ted! Skinny! Here boys, here, fwt-fwt-fwt!"|WilmaCC1x3]]

Something, some last little wall of resistance that was holding everything back, snaps inside your brain like a matchstick. Pushing the door open, you stride into the room.\n\nAt the sound of the door opening, Ken and Salli had already started, Ken yanking his cock out of your friend's pussy and wheeling around, slinging a trail of pussy juices through the air and displaying the massive meat rod that certainly doesn't look like it's lost any of the enhanced size from his bout of influenza right now. As he drops to sit on the side of the bed, stammering out a weak "M-Mom!", Salli finishes her own turn, similarly winding up sitting on the side of the bed as well, legs spread and showing off her slightly gaped and literally dripping cunt. Her expression is one that so thoroughly mingles embarrassment, worry, and arousal that it's hard to classify as any one thing, the sweaty, lewdly-proportioned blonde just panting as she stares at you.\n\nThen she grins as you unbutton your jeans, shoving them and your panties down to work your feet out of them. Ken just stares with a slack jaw as he watches you similarly haul your shirt up and off, tossing it aside before quickly undoing it and letting your massive mammaries fall free, swaying and jiggling as you walk over and kneel down in front of him. For a moment he doesn't look anything other than stunned as you wrap a hand around that thick shaft and slide your mouth over the top of it, starting to bob your head while sucking and licking at him enthusiastically like you've wanted to for weeks now... maybe longer. Then he begins to moan loudly, shivering as you just keep bobbing your head and taking more of him in, your other hand coming up to fondle his equally enlarged, practically horse-proportioned sack. "Oh... M-mom, oh my god," he whimpers.\n\nYou roll your eyes up to look at him, meeting his own shamelessly as he looks down at you, not breaking the lock of your gazes as you keep sucking more of him down. His father was never anywhere as big, but apparently the mother-son bond allows some barriers to be broken easily because you find it increasingly easy to push further down and let him spread your throat open, making it bulge outwardly as you take more of him in. Enjoying every pant and gasp and moan he lets out, you keep your eyes locked on your son's up until you've got your lips around the root of his fat, throbbing teenage prick.\n\nThen you slowly pull your head up, sucking him the whole way, dragging your tongue along the shaft and letting your lips seal around the flare at the bottom of the head, until it 'pops' out when you finally lift your head completely. You've sucked every last bit of Salli's juices off of him, and his cock now gleams softly with a layer of only your saliva, jutting in the air and trembling slightly with every beat of his heart as he breathes hard. Almost just now remembering she's there, you glance aside at Salli, and see that she's using two fingertips to work her clit, her other hand toying with one of her own large breasts as she watches with a smile on her face. As she sees you looking, she gives you what you can only take as an encouraging wink.\n\n<hr>\n[[Make room at Ken's cock.|Marei]]\n\n[[Lick Salli's pussy.|Marei]]\n\n[["Off the bed."|Marei]]

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

"Wait, then how did the boys change?" you murmur, frowning, looking over at Skinny and Ted. "They weren't anywhere near us, did they randomly just have sex with dogs after I read that thing? ... I don't think even you'd get that high," you note to the mutt, who just wags his tail as if he's not entirely sure you're right. "Then what? Okay, think, think. We were in the library... I was reading the book... Tanya said that she'd fallen asleep and-"\n\nYou blink, then push your glasses up on your nose. "That's it. It's something about who goes to sleep. I must have been, I don't know... 'protected' because I was reading the book, and Tanya was asleep, but the boys were awake and close enough to be affected, so they turned into dogs. Then last night, Tanya was awake while I went to sleep, so... so maybe it's that every time someone who was nearby when the book was read goes to sleep, the effect spreads? Something like that?" You frown, not sure if you've really puzzled out the details, but it somehow seems like you're on the right track. "Okay... okay, that means I definitely can't go to sleep, or... or I might change," you whisper, swallowing hard.\n\nOn that note... yeah, you definitely need coffee. The world may have gone all topsy-turvy on you, and your friends may have been changed into dogs, but that doesn't change the fact that you slept for crap and now have a very, very good reason not to doze off, besides the fact that you're the only one left who can drive. Forcing yourself to stay as calm as you can, both for your own sake and that of your puppified friends, you finish gathering up everything from the campsite, including Tanya's clothes, and then give the dogs some food and water... luckily, Woolly's size necessitates keeping plenty of both that you've got enough to go around. You kind of feel bad about feeding your friends dry dog food now that you know the truth, but you're honestly not sure what else to do, they'd just have to go hungry until you could get them some people food otherwise, and it seems like they wouldn't even understand why the wait in their current condition. Afterwards you urge them all into the back of the van and get in, feeling like you're in a daze as you calmly use the GPS to locate the nearest coffee place while your transformed friends pant and wiggle and wag their tails in the back.\n\nSoon you're pulling up in front of the little roadside shop. It's a bit outside of the nearest town, one of those places that was obviously built because there was cheap land available... and right next to the owner's home, if you had to guess from the pleasant if rather old little house a bit further off. You make your way up to the door, then frown when you realize it's dark inside. The GPS said it was open... and the hours printed on the door say that apparently it normally opens with the dawn, practically. You step closer and peer inside, taking in the small, homey little interior, the walls lined with pictures of a middle-aged couple, a pleasant-looking woman with poofy blonde hair, an slightly jowly man with brown hair, and their big brown mixed-breed.\n\nSomething makes you turn towards the house and make your way towards it. It's not like you're intending to knock on the door and ask why they're not open, you just... kind of feel like you need to investigate. As you get closer, you can hear panting and a bit of low... groaning? Barking? Almost like both... actually, a lot like some of the sounds you heard last night. Bracing yourself as you cross the front yard, you lean around the corner of the house to peer into the side yard.\n\nYou can spot the big brown mixed-breed easily enough from the pictures... he's currently mounted up on a Golden Retriever bitch, making those bark-moans as he pumps his glistening red prick into her dripping furry pussy. Standing nearby is a brown pitbull mix, obvious jowls dripping a bit with drool, his own cock jutting pink and veiny beneath him, a steady stream of pre dripping from the pointed tip as he waits his turn.\n\n'It's not just us, it's spreading,' you think in a mingling of horror and... something else. You're almost certain that it's the influence of whatever this spell or curse or whatever it is, but you find you just can't help getting absolutely soaking wet at the sight, before you even realizing you're doing it reaching down to rub your pussy through your jeans. The thought of going over there, pulling down your pants, and presenting yourself to the bulldog is almost overpowering, you can see yourself in your mind, his big powerful hips working as he pounds that bestial prick into you, making you moan, making you cry out, making you bark...\n\nYou jerk back a little, whirling and pressing your back to the wall, a hand clapped over your mouth. 'Crap crap crap this stuff definitely has a hold of me,' you think frantically, glancing towards the corner again, torn between the urge to peek again to see if the dogs noticed you, and knowing that if you do you'll at the very least wind up jilling off to watching three dogs fuck. So you're compromised, and the whatever-it-is is spreading, turning more people into dogs. Hell, for all you know, maybe you're the only one left!\n\n'Okay, calm down, calm down, think,' you urge yourself as you hurry back to the Monster Magnet and climb in again. 'There has to be something I can do.'\n\nAfter making yourself think, two possibilities come to mind. The first is to go see your old Parapsychology professor from college... it would be a long drive, especially not sleeping, but you feel like he'd have the best idea of what to do going forward. You always kind of had a feeling he knew way more than he ever taught in his classes, but didn't let on to avoid being seen as even <i>more</i> of a kook than he already was. The other option, you guess, is to go back to the little town and look at the book again. That idea fills you with a fair amount of terror... with your memory cleared somewhat, you definitely get the sense that you just barely avoided a brush with something even darker and more terrible last time. Either way, it feels like a huge risk, but... you guess your only other option is to give up.\n\n<hr>\n[[Go see your professor.|WilmaCC]]\n\n[[Go back for the book.|WilmaCC1x8]]\n\n[[... Give up.|WilmaCC]]

It's like a glass dome that had been laid over your perceptions shatters, and not without leaving a fair few cuts and scratches in its wake as your jaw goes slack with horror and your mind reels with the realization. You whip your head back and forth, staring at your transformed friends, who are staring back at you with curious literal puppydog faces but not much other thought there.\n\n"Guys?! Guys, snap out of it!" you plead, dropping the sleeping bag and taking hold of Tanya's head, looking from her to Ted and Skinny. "You're, you're not dogs! You're supposed to be people, this is some sort of... weird spell, or curse, or...!"\n\nYou trail off, seeing that Tanya's giving you a frightened look, but her wiggling and soft whimpers seem to indicate it's more that your grip and tone is scaring her. The others seem confused, just staring at you, tails raised at alert. It's obvious they know something's wrong, but... only from how you're acting. There's no sign of anything like human intelligence there... at least not any more than Woolly usually demonstrates, and probably less, since he's the only one that's looking at the other dogs with his own suspicious, slightly slack-jawed look.\n\n"Okay, okay Wilma, think," you whisper, straightening up and clutching the sides of your own head as you pace back and forth a bit. "Last night you were reading that book, you got lost in reading the book and it almost seemed like you couldn't stop reading, but you did, you got Tanya, Tanya was still a person then." You nod to yourself a few times just to reaffirm your certainty of that. "Right, Tanya was still human then, but we came out, and we... we called the boys. They were human before we went in the library, but they were dogs when we came back out. Tanya had to have been human when we left, she <i>drove</i> here, and before we went to bed she-"\n\nYou cut off, your face going red. That's right, she fucked all the dogs. Treated it like it was the most casual thing in the world, just a sleep aid, and... so did you? You shoot Woolly a look, and you're pretty sure he actually looks sheepish, ducking his big shaggy head. ... Okay, no, you can't blame the dog. Dogs. Whatever. Clearly this whole thing has been affecting your mind, making it seem like things are normal, like people being dogs, or having sex with dogs. Like that stupid cult.\n\n"Okay, so Tanya was human last night but she's a dog now," you continue, eyeing the German Shepherd in the purple collar. "Her clothes are still here so it's not that she was really always a dog, I just thought she was before I snapped out of it. ... Was it the sex? Did fucking the dogs turn her into a dog?" you murmur, since that was the last thing you remember.\n\n<hr>\n[[That must be it!|WilmaCC]]\n\n[[... No that's not right.|WilmaCC1x7]]

"I'm really tired," you huff out, unzipping your sleeping bag and climbing in. "I think I'm just gonna hit the sack."\n\n"Okay, suit yourself, eeee!" Tanya adds in a squealing giggle as Ted and Skinny press up on either side of her, broad doggy tongues starting to lap at her pussy and pucker, Woolly settled nearby with his tail thumping the ground and big cock already starting to slip free of its sheath.\n\nIt takes you awhile to get to sleep with the sound of Tanya moaning and panting as she gets doggy dicked, but eventually you do, drifting off. Your dreams are strange and formless, full of more of that sense that something's not right, something's wrong, something's looming on the edge of things and there's not much time left before you'll be doomed.\n\nYou wake up feeling, if anything, a bit more tired than when you went to sleep. Grumbling a little and already thinking almost exclusively of hitting the road to find the nearest very large cup of coffee, you adjust your glasses and peer around, noting that at the moment you seem to be alone in camp. "Ted! Woolly! Skinny! Tanya!" you call.\n\nIt's only a moment later they all come padding out of the trees, panting and tails wagging. You smile and lean down to rub Skinny and Woolly's heads, then lean forward to do the same to the pair of nearly identical German Shepherds, Ted with his tie-dyed collar and Tanya with her purple one. You turn off the heater, then start rolling up your sleeping bag, tucking it under your arm. When you turn you pause, blinking a few times as you spot the... other... sleeping bag? You stare at it for a moment, before your eyes track over to the halter top and little shorts laying scattered on the ground. The same purple as Tanya's collar?\n\n... Something... is something not right here?\n\n<hr>\n[[Nah, it's fine.|WilmaCC]]\n\n[[... oh shit...|WilmaCC1x6]]

"We may as well, not like the boys will mind at all," you note with a snort, glancing over your shoulder at the trio of dogs in the back.\n\n"True, true, always a pain finding a place that'll take them anyway," Tanya agrees happily, both of you peering out and looking for a good spot.\n\nEventually Tanya pulls into a rest area that's a fair bit off the main road. It looks like it probably wasn't meant to be an actual campground, but considering how late it is and how far out it is, the likelihood of anyone coming by to roust you out before you get up in the morning anyway seems remote. Tanya and you both get out and open the back doors to let the boys hop out, all three of them sniffing interestedly at various things while Tanya grabs the camp heater and you grab the sleeping bags. You pause a little at staring at the other two sleeping bags there, then look down at the pair in your arms. Then you shrug. 'We'll find one big enough for Woolly someday,' you decide, closing the doors again as you walk over to the impromptu campsite.\n\nSoon the heater is glowing orange and providing some pleasant warmth... not quite as good as a campfire, but considerably less effort and potential to start an actual fire. (Probably.) As you're finishing rolling out your sleeping bag, you notice Tanya's already pulled off her skimpy little top, and is working her short-shorts down. "Hm? What're you doing?"\n\n"Oh, like I said, I had that nap earlier so I'm not too tired," Tanya notes as she gives the shorts a little kick aside, grinning as she stands there naked in the glow of the heater. "Figured I'd let the boys dump a few loads in me to work off some of their energy and mine. Wanna join in? You'll sleep better after!"\n\n<hr>\n[["Hm, sure!"|WilmaCC]]\n\n[["No, not tonight."|WilmaCC1x5]]

The book's where this all started, there's a fair chance it's your only hope for reversing whatever reading it's unleashed. Taking a deep breath, you nod to yourself and pull up the recently-input GPS coordinates, tapping the one Ted input yesterday... then blinking, your jaw sagging as you see the route pop up. "That can't be right!" you blurt.\n\nAccording to this, the town is almost two days from your current location. You whip your head around to look out the windows, and realize that it does look much different than the area you were in yesterday. What? Did Tanya somehow drive an insane distance in the couple of hours you were on the road last night?\n\n... No, this has to be the... whatever it is. Maybe it warped space or teleported you while you were asleep or whatever, but it's obvious that some higher... or lower... power is trying to make sure it won't be easy for you to go back to where it all started. Which, unfortunately, just confirms for you that it's where you have to go. If the malevolent... entity... ... Canisaru Casru... is trying to stop you from getting back to the town where you read the book, there's clearly something in that town or in that book that you can use to stop what's happening. So, taking a deep, steadying breath, you tap the button to accept the route and pull back onto the highway, trying not to think about the transformed coffee house owner likely being impregnated by her own pet behind you.\n\nAfter awhile on the road you come to another small town, and let out a long relieved breath as you see that there are other people driving around and walking on the sidewalks. ... There are also, you can't help but notice, a lot more dogs than usual. When you go into the coffee house to order and pay, you notice that a lot of the people in the place have a dog with them... and in some cases are talking to the dog as if it were more of a family member or even spouse than a pet. Considering what you know, you kind of doubt these people are just really attached, and you have a distinct shuddery feeling as you get back into the van and get back on the road, pausing briefly out town to let Woolly and your transformed friends have their own break.\n\n'It's not just that people are turning into dogs, it's that other people aren't even noticing,' you think as you pass an SUV with a woman driving, a big dog in the passenger seat, and a pair of puppies in the back seat. 'Like Tanya thought last night, they get up and they don't even think it's weird that their husband or their wife or their kids are dogs now. ... And apparently don't think it's weird to still fuck them, either,' you add, blushing as you recall Tanya shamelessly letting Ted lick her pussy in front of you last night.\n\nOut there in the world, stretching who knows how far, people are starting their day by fucking their spouses, or their siblings, or their kids, or their pets, all because of the influence of some... weird perverse dog-god. And one of the worst things is that you keep thinking about it, and it keeps turning you on, your mind constantly wanting to drift into imagining the scenes, or stop and take in some of the ones you imagine are happening just inside the little towns and farmhouses and buildings you pass. It certainly doesn't help when you pass through an actual city late in the afternoon, and the sidewalks are thronged with people and dogs in an almost 1:1 ratio, with more than a few couples (or more) just fucking right out in daylight with people either ignoring them or blatantly enjoying the show.\n\n'Is this what it will stay like, or will people continue to change?' you think tiredly as you pull off the road later, after dark. You know you can't sleep but you just have to rest for awhile, you can feel yourself nodding, and the dogs... oof, Woolly and your friends... need a break too. You feed and water them all again, rubbing your forehead, feeling the mingled caffeine and sugar buzz you've had going all day threatening to crash hard, and knowing you've got possibly another full day of driving ahead. 'Really gotta focus, gotta stay awake,' you think.\n\n... Well. There is one thing that's always worked for both.\n\nSex makes some people sleepy, but for you it's always been intensely invigorating, getting your blood pumping and your brain jumping. "Study sessions" often turned into actual study sessions, at least for you, back in high school and college. Of course... well... you've kind of got a limited choice for partners, you think, biting your lower lip as your gaze roams around Woolly and your doggified friends eating out of metal bowls on the ground. You continue gently worrying your lower lip with your teeth, glancing around. You're... pretty certain that sex isn't the thing that changes someone, or even corrupts them, so... it should be safe? Maybe safer than staying awake for more than twenty-four hours while driving. Just... maybe not safer to your self-respect.\n\n... Or your sanity.\n\n<hr>\n[[Get back on the road.|WilmaCC]]\n\n[[... Fuck the dogs.|WilmaCC]]

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

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

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

You restrain the sudden urge to strip down and jump in the water with your assistant. You're a scientist, you're here to observe the culmination of your work... not play around because you find its affects beautiful and alluring. (Although you make a mental note that you're definitely going for a swim later. Alone, though. ... Probably.)\n\nGregory swims around for a bit longer, then looks up at the time projected onto the viewing wall. Launching himself over to the airlock door to the next chamber, he pulls it open and flicks his way inside, turning back to pull the door closed again and start the sequence. Through the viewing wall you watch as his form slowly reverts to his human one, gills closing up completely as his skin returns to its normal Caucasian shade, webbing between his digits shrinking and disappearing, cock and balls descending from his crotch again. He opens a waterproof bag and takes out a towel, drying himself thoroughly... don't want the experience tainted by stepping out into the cold soaking wet, after all.\n\nAfter waiting a bit longer to make sure all the changes have had time to revert, Gregory pushes open the airlock door to the arctic chamber. He immediately begins to shiver as he steps inside, letting the door close behind him. But the shivering soon stops as thick layers of muscle and fat form on his body, giving him a thick, stocky appearance rather than actually seeming fat. But surprisingly, he also gains height, his body broadening as he grows almost two full feet.\n\n"Visibility, perhaps? Making him taller to have a better chance of seeing past the piled snow?" one of the doctors murmurs speculatively.\n\nMeanwhile, thick fur is growing over most of Gregory's body, a heavy white pelt that starts with his hair turning white and then spreads downward. Again, a lot of eyes go downward, but not towards the way his feet are broadening to give better purchase on the snow, legs turning into thick trunks. Curious eyes are watching what alterations occur to his genitalia again, and they're not disappointed with the show. Both his cock and balls grow quite large, more than making up for the shrinkage that had occurred due to the cold, his uncircumsized shaft dangling down until it's over a foot long, the foreskin melding in to give the whole thing a slightly more blunted shape, as well as turning quite purple. As thick white fur grows over his newly massive balls, Gregory's cock recedes into the new fuzzy sheathe that's grown at the base of it, once again protecting it from the elements or being in the way.\n\n"It's the abominable snowman," Gloria says, unable to repress a titter.\n\n"He does rather resemble descriptions of the yeti," one of the scientists from Project Phoenix comments. "Makes you wonder, doesn't it?"\n\nOf course, you find your mind once again wondering some things that aren't entirely <i>scientific</i> interest...\n\n<hr>\n[[Clamber in there with him.|IPLAplaceholder]]\n\n[[Take a mental cold shower.|IPLA1x7]]

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

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

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

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

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

Forcing your mind back to matters at hand, you turn towards the assembled scientists and staff, grinning broadly. "Well, everyone, this is an unmitigated success, I'd say. We've proved that now, not only are the depths and heights of the entirety of our own planet open to us, but even the chill void of space cannot stop humanity. Whether that phrase fills you with hope or dread, we as scientists have fulfilled our purpose... we have advanced the abilities of mankind. What we do with it from there will only be known in the history books of our descendants."\n\nThere's a great deal of applause from the audience... it is made up mostly of scientists, after all. There's renewed applause as Gregory, looking like himself once again after a trip through the exit airlock and wearing a robe, steps into the room, blushing a bit and accepting handshakes and slaps on the back. There's more than a bit of teasing about just what sorts of changes he visibly went through, making him blush worse and worse until you and Gloria cooperate to "rescue" him from amidst the crowd.\n\n"Come on, you lot, Gregory needs a quick checkup to make sure everything's back to the way it should be," you chide everyone cheerfully as you lead him along. "I'll bring him right back, I promise." \n\n"I'll come along too. To help," Gloria pipes up, scampering along with you. The two of you exchange a quick glance, then a bit of a grin and a nod in agreement before leaving the room flanking the hero of the hour. You lead him down the hall and into the nearby medical lab, making sure the door is set to lock behind you. The moment you and Gloria hear the *click* of the lock, you both fall to your knees in front of the surprised Gregory and lean forward, your mouth sliding over his soft shaft and starting to suckle at it, while Gloria presses her lips to his sack, tongue flicking and rubbing at the loose skin, both of you looking up to watch his face as he begins to moan.\n\nSurprised he might be, but obviously not displeased as he rests one hand on your head and the other on Gloria's. His cock hardens into your mouth as you bob over it, feeling it grow and thicken between your lips. You slip around to the side as Gloria moves up, both of you moving in different directions and working your tongue over the hard pole. You manage to shimmy your way out of your lab coat and button-up shirt without disrupting your licking too much, even undoing your pants and wiggling them down over the curve of your ass and hips to bare your snug blue panties, bought to match the lacey blue bra you're wearing. Gloria has much the same idea, though she's got fewer options, being dressed in a sweater, skirt, and stockings; even so, she manages to get the skirt completely off, leaving her sex faintly visible through the dark black material of her pantyhose.\n\nTaking some initiative after several minutes of such attention, Gregory pulls you to your feet and bends you over one of the conveniently lowered beds. Obviously quite worked up himself by this point, he yanks your panties down and then plunges into you, his cock spearing into your utterly sodden sex hard and deep, making you moan gratefully. He begins thrusting in smooth, easy strokes, his hands working at your ass that has the fullness of a mature woman coupled with the perkiness and firmness of a teenager, his fingers kneading the flesh adoringly. Then he leans forward, sliding his hands under you to yank down the cups of your bra and fill his hands with your tits, kneading and squeezing them just as eagerly.\n\nYou turn your head as he leans his in, managing a rather lewd, mostly-tongues kiss as he fucks you from behind. You can feel Gloria tugging at your pants and shoes and yank on your feet to help, planting them spread wide once they're freed so that Gregory can thrust into you deeper, his balls slapping against your clit. You're so thoroughly turned on from watching the experiment that it really doesn't take long before you're cumming, your pussy squeezing all around his length as he continues pumping into you relentlessly. You get a good four orgasms in before he squeezes your breasts hard and slams into you roughly, grinding his hips against your ass and groaning as he floods you with his load.\n\nHe pulls out and turns to find Gloria already naked and waiting, pushing him down onto his back on the floor. Before his cock's even had a chance to wonder if it's going to droop, she slides down on top of it and begins riding, her B-cups jiggling energeticly with the motion. You take a moment to undo your bra and toss it aside before straddling Gregory's face. Uncaring of the mess he just recently made, he begins tonguing and sucking at your pussy enthusiastically, and soon you and Gloria are both moaning and gasping eagerly, leaning forward to fondle and kiss one another as Gregory works you both through multiple orgasms.\n\nYou may not get back to the party for awhile, but it's definitely a great day for science.\n\n<hr>\n[[Game Over.|IPLA1xEnd]]

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That seems to mollify her at least a little, but you still move forward and bend over the desk like the other two. Despite the silence, you can feel every single eye in class directly on you as you reach back and pull up your skirt, baring the snug-fitting purple satin panties you're wearing to all of them. Biting your lower lip, face burning in humiliation and anger, you slide your thumbs into the waistband and slowly push your panties down, imagining you can really, actually feel all those gazes on the curves of your butt as you bare it, and raking over your pussy like the brush of fingertips.\n\n"I said <i>remove</i> them," Ms. Lee says firmly as you and Rosa both start to take your hands away.\n\nFlinching, you nevertheless reach back and slide the panties, which you'd left bunched around your upper thighs, further down your legs until they can drop. Slipping your saddleshoe-clad feet out of them with a few tugs, you can't help but spread your feet a bit more, feeling even more bared and vulnerable now somehow, since your panties are resting on the floor completely disconnected from you.\n\nYou have a pretty good idea what's coming, even though it's never, ever happened to you in your life. You clench your fingers into fists, pressing them against the desktop, doing your best to brace for it. When the crack of slender wood against supple buttocks comes, you jerk forward, actually thinking for a moment that you <i>have</i> been hit, but it's Leanna who lets out a yelp beside you.\n\nYou keep your gaze fixed directly on the surface of the desk, too afraid to actually look up as you hear Ms. Lee's heels clicking on the floor and feel her moving behind you. Then there's another crack, and this time it's Rosa who jerks beside you and lets out a short shriek before clamping her mouth back closed. ... Yeah you're betting she's never been spanked either.\n\nAnd then you hear the clicking of those heels again, but a much shorter distance this time. You can almost feel the teacher behind you and to the side, no doubt leaving the view of your bare rear on display for as much of the class as possible. The wait seems long, much longer than it was for either of the other two to get their first strikes... and then when the pointer does smack across your ass it's so sudden that you almost feel like you could faint, the instantaneous impact of the slender wooden rod striking directly across the center of your buttocks with a noise that sounds like a gunshot in your ears. You don't even remember making a noise, but you can only imagine you let out a shriek at least as impressive as Rosa's.\n\nIt quickly becomes obvious that Ms. Lee is very, very practiced at this. She seems to have a perfect sadist's knack for keeping you in suspense, making you wait as she crops either Rosa or Leanna instead, sometimes skipping you in between them, and then sometimes cropping you several times in succession instead of just once. Whatever you're not expecting is what she does, and though you manage to moderate your shrieking down to yelps, you can never actually keep silent whenever she brings the pointer down. You can feel your ass starting to sting and throb in some places as she goes on... and you can't help but start to-\n\n<hr>\n[[-cry.|MeanHH]]\n\n[[-get turned on.|MeanHH]]

Such a beautiful horse... you have to go for a ride. You've never ridden a horse before but that simply doesn't occur to you as you drift towards the stallion in a happy daze. Reaching up, you grasp hold of the conveniently-dangling reins and raise your foot to the perfectly-heighted stirrup, your body seemingly hauling itself up and into the saddle on instinct.\n\nAnd the moment your (bare) ass hits the leather, the horse takes off like a shot... directly into the lake. You've barely had time to yelp before you're plunging into the water, feeling it surround you and fill your mouth, pressing all around your body through the relatively thin robes. Obviously panic sets in and you try to fling yourself away and back towards the surface, especially since you seem to be rushing deeper and deeper, but it's like you're glued to the saddle, your hands unable to even unclench and let go of the reins. You struggle and thrash, though really don't seem to succeed in doing much more than rubbing your bare pussy and ass against the supple, buttery leather of the saddle (which you might appreciate more if you didn't think you were drowning).\n\nIf you weren't so panicked by how dark it's getting and how deep you were going, you might notice that you <i>weren't</i> drowning. Instead by the time there's a thump and a more bobbling motion forward instead of diving, you're practically passed out from fear. You can hear a thunderous, terrifying groaning sound, as if you were about to be devoured by some hideous leviathan. Then you gasp as the pressure all around you actually lets up some, and lights come on around you, showing that you're in...\n\n... a castle?\n\nOr something very like it, anyway. It's a large stone room with some very rich-looking furniture and appointments, including gold fixtures holding pale blue glowing globes. All the colors seem a bit muted, probably partly because of the light. You yelp again as the horse suddenly rears, and this time you're sent out of the saddle... but wind up drifting harmlessly to the floor with only a light thump. After a second of laying there dazed, you get up to your knees... the feeling is very odd, it's like you can still tell you're underwater from the faint constant feeling of pressure all around you and the way it moves against your motions, but it's not really hindering your movements.\n\n"Welcome home, wife," a deep, amused voice booms from above you, just before there's another thunderous groan and then a slam of doors closing behind you.\n\nYou lift your head and stare. The horse is standing above you... on two legs. Except now he's rather obviously a horse<i>man</i>, upright and muscular, strong arms folded across his mostly bare chest. Just as before his hide is snowy white with a long aqua mane and tail, the golden barding and saddle having turned into golden armor and helmet, capping his shoulders and shins, and leather straps across his broad chest and hugging his strong waist. He is, however, just as uncovered as ever down below, heavy white balls fading to a fat black sheath now positioned at the front of his crotch, practically looming over your head. His face has taken on a more anthropomorphized look too, enough that you can see him smirking at you.\n\n"Um," you say, your brain still not having quite caught up to all this. Showing off that boosted INT score from your class, you echo, "Wife?"\n\n"Oh aye. Are you not familiar with tales of the waterhorse, darling?" the horseman says in his deep, rich, and apparently Scottish-accented for some reason voice. "If it's a lovely young lass such as yourself that gives in to the urge to ride a strange, beautiful horse, the waterhorse steals her away to his castle to become his bride."\n\nYou try rebooting your brain a few times, and get it functioning enough that somehow it spits out, "I always thought those stories were based off of like, dinosaurs in the loch."\n\n"Oh that guy," the waterhorse grumbles, glancing aside and glowering briefly at something that's not there, before redirecting a rather haughty look at you. "Well pay that fool no mind, for it's me you're dealing with now, bride."\n\n"W-wait," you squeak as you watch his ink-black cock start to slide out of his sheath, your eyes widening. Not that your body isn't already reacting in very positive ways to the sight, your nipples trying to drill through your robe and... ... well you're pretty sure from the other familiar sensations that your pussy's wet, but all of you is constantly damp and kind of clammy. As much as the base sexual side of you is thinking 'Yippy!', your higher reasoning functions are still there enough to protest the whole situation. "Wait, what if I don't want to be your bride?!"\n\n"Well that's just too bad. Either you can consent to be my bride, or I'll lock ye away until you do... or perhaps until I'm feeling suitably peckish," he adds with a wolfish grin on his equine muzzle, even as his cock continues to slide free of its sheath, dangling down and already long and thick, giving a twitch that sends ripples through the magical water that just seem to emphasize its strength and power. "On the other hand, be an enthusiastic bride on this our wedding night, and the marriage need not be overlong... might be you even return to the surface with a suitable divorce payment. 'Tis up to you," he adds as he reaches down with one large hand to wrap it around the black meat of his shaft and give it a few strokes, further encouraging it to harden. "So what will it be, lass?"\n\n<hr>\n[[Agree to be his bride.|GGSchol1x5]]\n\n[[Refuse.|GGSchol]]

Half on reflex and half in calculated desire to start establishing a pecking order, you snort and reply, "Forgot? More like couldn't afford." You keep your voice pitched to hopefully carry to the other students without being fully audible to the teacher, and are rewarded by some snickering at the girl's expense as she flinches...\n\n... from one other girl, who you're pretty sure is also a new transfer like you, a girl with coppery skin and long, shiny dark chocolate-colored hair. The rest are very, very clearly trying to pretend like they haven't heard anything at all.\n\nWhile you're still building up to being huffy about that, Ms. Lee's rather chilly voice says, "Leanna. Layla. Rosa. Would the three of you come up to my desk please?"\n\nResisting the urge to swallow audibly, you get up and move to stand at the front of the class, with Rosa on one side of you and the slouchy nerd girl, Leanna apparently, on the other side, all three of you standing stiff-backed in front of the teacher's desk. (Dammit, Leanna <i>does</i> have bigger boobs than you, you can see it out of the corner of your eye.) Ms. Lee moves to stand in front of you, and you definitely, definitely have the sense that you have fucked up from the piercing look in her eyes.\n\n"So. Leanna thinks it's permissable to forget her writing tools, and then disrupt my class asking other students to borrow one. And then you two," she continues, eyes moving from you to Rosa and back. "Decide that it's permissable to further disrupt my class by mocking her and laughing about it. <i>Don't</i> speak," she snaps as you and Rosa both open your mouths, a pair of clicks sounding as both of you even more quickly clamp your teeth back together. "I am speaking now."\n\nThe rest of the class is dead silent, too, not a single snicker or mutter as the teacher looks the three of you over. "Perhaps you've forgotten that this is a college preparatory school," Ms. Lee continues after a moment. "And that we expect more of you. But if you want to act like children, I suppose I'll simply have to punish you like children. So, bend over the desk, pull up your skirts, and remove your panties," she declares, giving the pointer in her hand a meaningful thwack against her palm.\n\nYour jaw drops. What?! But even as you're trying to process that she really said that, Leanna is meekly stepping forward and bending over the teacher's desk. Despite clearly being embarrassed and humiliated, her face red, there's no real hesitation as she reaches back and pulls up the pleated skirt to bare plain white cotton panties and starts sliding them down over the curve of her round ass.\n\nYou glance at Rosa, who seems just as stunned as you are... but also, after a glance at Ms. Lee to see that her face is as serious and stern as ever, steps forward and bends over the desk as well, hands shaking a little as she reaches back to lift her skirt as Leanna's panties are dropping to the floor, the nerd girl slipping her shoes out of them and showing off her bare pussy framed by slightly thick thighs to the whole class.\n\nAnd with that open space right between them with plenty of room for you. Ms. Lee, apparently starting to become annoyed by your hesitation, gives you an extra sharp look.\n\n<hr>\n[["This is insane!"|MeanHH]]\n\n[["... Y-... yes ma'am."|MeanHH2x2]]

"Um." Admittedly part of you is yelling that this is an outrage, he can't do this to you, especially on top of all the other weirdness that's been forced on you over the last half of a day. The rest of you is staring at that massive black horsecock with awe as it hardens up and juts out ahead of him over your head, starting to feel almost as dazed and wanting as you did when he was actually hypnotizing you. With one last splutter of outrage, your higher reasoning shuts down and you smile up at him rather brainlessly. "Yeah okay."\n\n"Well then, let's get you out of that and into something more appropriate," the waterhorse declares, smirking as he snaps his fingers.\n\nYou squeak a bit in surprise as your robes actually writhe against your body and start to change shape, the cloth separating and sliding across your skin, changing both color and shape. All of it fades to a pale, pretty white that matches the waterhorse's own fur, the texture of the fabric becoming satiny and sleek, shining even in the pale, strange light of the lamps. Part of it forms into a sort of strapless bustier that frames the lower half of your large breasts and presents them largely uncovered, freckles and all, while decorating the lower part of your chest with lacey arcs. Lower down it hugs around your waist and slips along your legs, turning into a lovely bridal-style garter belt and stockings, with a notable lack of anything like panties, leaving your already bare (and smooth) pussy and ass now completely on display. The sleeves of the robe even turn into a pair of shoulder-height lacy bridal gloves that hook around your middle finger but otherwise leave your fingers bare. One last bit slips up and around your neck, hugging just firmly enough as it turns into a choker that you can feel it a bit constantly.\n\nSwallowing hard, you unbuckle the belt of the Grimoire's holster and let it slide off, leaving you entirely in only your new 'bridal wear' as you lean forward onto your hands on the cool, damp stone, gazing up at your new horse-husband and having to resist the urge to wag your bare ass in excitement. Instead you let out another squeaking noise as he leans down and scoops you up, effortlessly lifting you into his arms and carrying you through a doorway that leads right to a not particularly large room dominated by a rather large bed. "S-so is there any ceremony?" you ask as you're dropped (with some drifting) onto the bed... which feels like it would be luxurious indeed if it weren't also a bit cold and damp, but oh well.\n\n"Oh aye. I must mark you entirely with my scent," the waterhorse says smugly, moving up onto the bed, his cock waving back and forth through the water above your legs. "To show that you are mine," he continues, lowering his balls onto one of your stocking-clad feet and starting to work his hips lightly, making his cock wag at you even more.\n\nYou blush brightly at that (even if the nitpicky part of your brain wonders how scent-marking works underwater), and after a moment move your feet, starting to more deliberately rub your toes over his balls, curving them to let the satin-clad soles rub across the massive equine sack. It's not like you have any experience in this, but he definitely doesn't seem to be complaining either, one powerful hand wrapping around and gripping your calf to encourage you to keep your leg lifted, the other stroking his cock slowly, milking out drops of thick pre that partially disperse in the strange magical water and partially drip down onto your belly. You shiver at how warm his balls feel against your feet, especially in the cool and damp of this underwater abode, and just how full they seem whenever they move.\n\nHe allows you to move your feet up to actually run them up and down his long, thick, veiny black prick a few times before he pushes your legs down and starts making his way upward, rubbing and dragging his sack along your legs as he goes, pressing them to your shins and thighs. Then he pushes your legs wide, pressing his balls firmly right up against your bare pussy. It's like the heat sends a message directly into your brain about how virile this powerful, bestial male that's going to claim you is, and it sets off a small orgasm that has your body shuddering and your pussy soaking his balls even underwater. You bite your lip at seeing how his flared cockhead actually brushes against the undersides of your breasts as he grinds his balls against your pussy, the smearing of his pre on them as his cock slides back and forth across your belly showing just how deep he'll be going once he finally deigns to truly make you his bride.\n\nEventually he moves further up, rubbing his balls across your belly, his cock waving above your face now as he brings your hands up, encouraging you to rub his sack as he lets it rest against your tits, shaking his hips to move the heavy, full orbs across your own large, full globes of a different sort. Maybe it's your imagination, but it really does feel like now you're more able to smell a thick, deep, masculine scent, and that it's clinging to your body as you gaze raptly at his balls, stroking them with your fingers and letting them rub against your palms.\n\nOf course your view gets rather blotted out when he finally settles his balls directly on your face. They're big enough to almost cover your head, and you cum a little again at being now completely enveloped in that powerful, virile scent as well as the warmth of them. Giving in completely, you tuck one hand between your legs and start furiously working your fingers over yourself, the other grabbing one of your scent-marked tits to squeeze and knead it as you start working the waterhorse's balls with your tongue and mouth, rubbing your face against them and pressing into them as well as you can. Along with the sort of lifting, buoying, dreamlike quality the magical water all around you gives everything, lifting weight off of you and making your motions slightly strange, it feels even more as if your world has become nothing but the warm, male-scented darkness of his balls, the taste of them and feel of them on your lips and tongue and skin.\n\nYou've cum three times before he finally lifts his balls off your face, leaving you dazed and staring upward, flushed, panting, and with glazed eyes, your whole body shivering. You barely even notice as he moves back between your legs and nudges them forward and apart, only starting to come around as he gathers your hands above your head, holding them enfolded in one of his own large ones, using the other to guide the curved forward tip of the flared head up against your soaked (in more ways than one) cleft. "And now, my bride," he rumbles. "To <i>claim</i> you!"\n\nBefore you can say anything, he thrusts forward, burying practically his full length into you at once, having you go from empty to his cockhead bulging up almost between your breasts in an instant. Your eyes roll and your tongue juts as you cum so hard you almost pass out from the sudden thrusting, your pussy stretched taut around his prick where it had previously never known anything other than your fingers. But apparently he intends to truly make you feel claimed, since he presses that strong, big body down over you and starts doing his best to drive your body through the bed and your soul out of your body. His cock pounds into you again and again, his balls slapping your ass firmly, the impact making your tits jiggle against his powerful muscles, and all of it having that slightly dreamlike quality from the way the magiced water slightly alters the motions. Maybe that's why your brain decides to shut off completely and just let you go with it, leaving you cumming over and over again as his cock drives deep inside you, each time nudging just up between your freckled boobs, your stocking-clad toes stretching and curling as your feet wag in the water lifted up high above you.\n\nYou completely lose count of how many times you orgasm... it honestly feels like it's every time he thrusts into you, as if the tremors the impact of his balls sent through your full jiggly ass were translating into waves of pleasure running through your body and brain. You still just barely manage to hold onto conscious as the waterhorse finally gives a long, low grunt and starts emptying those huge balls into you, the outline of his prick slowly growing indistinct as your belly swells with each spurt, growing rounder and more full bit by bit, until he has to straighten up and grip hold of your legs, holding onto you as he continues to fill you. In fact you're pretty sure you do pass out, because you only have a vague memory of him murmuring a warm, wicked, "Och, you'd make a fine breeding mare," before things go all indistinct for awhile.\n\nWhen you come back to yourself, it seems like your belly is back to normal... you wonder if it 'leaked out' into the water? But the waterhorse is laying sprawled next to you, his cock still hard enough to jut up into the air somewhat, a smirk on his muzzle as he traces his fingers over the area along the top of your breasts marked by freckles. "Well. Not a <i>bad</i> wedding night so far, eh?" he says teasingly.\n\n<hr>\n[["Y... yeah..."|GGSchol]]\n\n[[... Climb on top.|GGSchol]]

Hm... well, finding someone to date would probably help the summer go by, for sure. You're not sure about this idea of what's basically a "hookup" meeting, but heck, it's something to do. And the look on your dad's face when you tell him where you're going should be entertaining.\n\nYou follow the link to the site, which is actually a lot more polished than you might have expected for someone putting an ad on the newspaper's site... but then, it worked, didn't it? Let's see... looks like you've got to do a questionnaire and provide your student ID number (presumably to prove you do actually live in the area and that you're not an adult creeper trying to sneak in). Eh, that's no big, you decide after thinking it over for a moment and filling in your basic personal information, then proceeding to the questions, which will apparently determine which meeting you get scheduled for.\n\nThe first question you get is whether you're interested in meeting a guy, a girl, or either. Huh! You kind of expected it to be strictly <i>traditional</i> style of potential dating hookup, but apparently it really is welcoming. Well, you're up for dating-\n\n<hr>\n[[-a guy.|GGDate1x1]]\n\n[[-a girl.|GGDate]]\n\n[[-either.|GGDate]]

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

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

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

You have no idea how much later it is... even if you didn't have a spike impaling the part of your brain responsible for telling time, you've been driven completely mad by your experiences. It seems like both an instant and an eternity when there's a little flash, and Tanya appears in the ring, wearing a similarly tiny little bikini to the one you were wearing. If you were still able to really think, you'd guess that she probably came along sometime after you did and hit the 'Continue' button without really thinking about it. She whips back and forth, obviously looking terrified... then starts screaming as she spots you on your spike.\n\nHer screaming only intensifies as X-ekution steps out of the crowd, and probably predictably, she turns and tries to run.\n\nSoon her slack, empty-faced head is mounted on the spike next to yours, both of you watching as X-ekution assfucks her headless corpse, intending to burn it in the fires of dishonor, unworthy to be raised even in eternal worship of his greatness. The two of you will instead spend eternity watching as other cowards are punished, and other worthy warriors are struck down, their animated bodies added to the horde.\n\n<b>Wilma in Funland</b> end - <i>Eternal observer</i>

Now now. No need to go wasting perfectly good adventurers on a whim, not when it could be so much more profitable to work with them. You reach out to tap what you've determined to be the 'broadcast to all' rune and speak up. "Everyone, it's Cyan."\n\nYou watch them all jerk in place and look around, obviously confused. Zadaan is the first to speak up. "Cyan? Where are you?"\n\n"I'm in the lair of a Drow mage that I've dealt with easily enough," you announce, smirking a bit as you sprawl back in the chair, feeling very much lord of the manner. "The late master of the house has been relieved of his command jewel, so I now control his home... and these delightful little scrying spells he had spying on you."\n\n"Cyan, are you alright?" Alanna frowns in obvious worry, turning her head right towards the screen. "You sound... different."\n\n"I'm absolutely marvelous, thank you," you reply a bit coolly, annoyed at being questioned. "Return to the meetup point, then take the path the rest of you neglected. I'll leave the door open for you." With that you tap the rune again and stand, done with the conversation. Hm, you suppose you'd best get dressed, since the others should be here eventually. Padding back down the hall, you pause in the grotto, eyeing the armor and gear you removed earlier. Bah, it really is so plain. You do wish you could find something a bit more... elegant.\n\nYou glance at the corpse laying on the floor, your dagger still jutting out of one eye, and purse your lips. Hm. He may have been a filthy renegade male, but his taste in clothes was rather good...\n\n<hr>\n[[Put on your armor.|GGRogue14x3]]\n\n[[Put on the mage's robes.|GGRogue]]

Looking around, you spot Jaina standing up against a wall... not necessarily being antisocial but obviously not really interested in mingling, sipping from a tankard as she just watches the rest of the revelers. Exactly what you want suddenly becomes clear, and you start smiling broadly as you get up and walk... steadily, but finding it a much more interesting experience than usual... over to her, slipping into her personal space, not quite pressing yourself up against her but close to it. "Hi there," you purr, looking into her mismatched eyes.\n\nIt's actually amazingly flattering to watch her blush at your approach, the rather stoic warrior shifting a little in place. "Hello, Cyan. Enjoying yourself?" she asks, keeping her voice even.\n\n"Mhm. I kinda want you to enjoy me too, though," you continue, sliding your hands into the side of her coat to run them gently up and down the sides of her bare midriff, grinning even more as her blush darkens. "If that's okay? I can leave you alone if you want."\n\n"I... it's not that I want you to leave me alone, just... I wonder if you might be happier with someone else," she says, glancing aside almost as if looking for a way out, though she does nothing to draw away from or dissuade your touch, even as you slide your hands around to touch her own toned stomach muscles. "Miriya is right there, I'm sure she'd be-"\n\nYou silence her by leaning in and planting a little kiss just to the side of her mouth, then a few more against her chin and jaw. "I don't want Miriya, I want you," you murmur softly. "You saved me, you taught me, you looked after me, you're beautiful and I want you to take me upstairs, Jaina." You duck your head a little and kiss the front of her throat, an absolute thrill running through you as she shivers. "Please?"\n\nJaina lets out a shuddery breath, then nods and sets down her tankard, snagging one of your hands and giving it a squeeze as she turns and without another word heads for the stairs. You follow her along happily enough, not feeling a single reservation... this just feels like the most perfect thing to do, right now. You follow Jaina up the stairs and into a room with an open door, and she turns to close said door and twist the lock before she's suddenly on you, her gloved hands coming up to the sides of your head and pulling you into a kiss you can only call 'hungry'. You moan eagerly into her mouth as her tongue thrusts into your own, stroking against your tongue as if trying to dominate it. Still kissing you, she moves her hands to yank off her gloves and shrug out of her coat, then reaches around you to grab your ass, making you give a pleased squeak against her lips. But after only a moment she gives you a light push onto the bed and spends only a moment toeing out of her boots before she's on you again, this time kissing your cheeks, your neck, your throat, even as she's pulling down the front of your top to bare your full breasts.\n\n"Jaina," you moan happily as she moves to sucking and licking at one of your nipples, her hand working your other breast with a manner you can only call 'gentle roughness' with how she's so firm and yet so careful not to maul you. You may not have a ton of experience, but you're guessing she does... the fact that she's got you practically on the edge of cumming after just a few minutes of playing with your tits says this is probably not her first time with a woman. As you give a soft cry and arch your back, your body trembling as she brings you over the edge by a slow, firm bite on your stiff nipple, you decide to thank yourself for being so stupid as to take that shortcut that night.\n\nThen Jaina's sliding further down, her fingers snagging the waistband of your pants and hauling them down and off, taking a moment to slip your shoes off as well. Then she snags your thighs and hauls you closer to the edge of the bed, making you give a yelp and then a shocked giggle that turns into a moan as she rests your thighs on her shoulders and goes to work on your pussy. "Ohhhh fuck, Jaina," you groan, resting both hands on her head, feeling that soft, pretty black hair under your fingers. Definitely, definitely not her first time, you can only assume as she brings you off again within the first handful of licks, your hips unable to help bucking towards her face as she strokes your folds and teases your clit, working into a rhythm that has you trembling and riding the steady pulse of her pleasuring you to a much longer, slower buildup and a much better orgasm.\n\nYou actually lose a little track of how long she's down there and how much she's made you cum, until you finally slump shivering and sweaty onto the bed, panting, your sweat-glistening breasts heaving. Jaina, still wearing her top and pants, stands up and looks down at you. There's something hot in her eyes, something dark and intense and almost dangerous that ignites your fire all over again, even as she clearly tries to draw herself together and turns. "I think I should probably go..."\n\n"Jainaaaa," you whine, quickly sitting up and leaning forward, snagging her by the belt. "No, c'mon, I want to do you too, c'mon, come back."\n\n"Cyan, wait, this really isn't a good idea," Jaina pleads, but doesn't seem to quite have the will to actually say 'no' even as you pull her back towards you and undo her belt.\n\n"Don't be a dummy, it's the best idea-" you start as you undo her pants and yank them open... and something almost smacks you in the face. "-ever?" You stare a bit at what's now pointing directly at your face. It's a cock. Really, you must have been pretty drunk not to notice the bulge before you freed it... it's not exactly small, in fact it's quite big, long and thick and, if you had any doubt who it belonged to, olive-skinned. You continue to stare even as the pants drop to the floor, leaving Jaina standing there bottomless, the heavy, smooth ballsack attached below the base of the shaft hanging down in full view, with absolutely no chance that the whole thing might just be a particularly realistic toy strapped to her.\n\n"A... few years ago, a succubus captured me and... forced some of her corruption into me," Jaina says, her voice sounding a little strained... partly with pain and embarrassment, you think, but as if she's also struggling. "I eventually defeated her and returned to the church to be purified, but... this alteration to my body was permanent."\n\n'I wanna suck it,' you find yourself thinking, then blink yourself back from the drunken thought and glance up at her as she continues her explanation.\n\n"It's not as if it's got any infernal taint left," she assures you, shifting in place a bit more. "But it is... unnatural, so... that's why I think I should go..."\n\n<hr>\n[["You probably should."|GGMonk]]\n\n[["Get out, freak!"|GGMonk]]\n\n[[Aumf.|GGMonk1x18]]

"I think we should split up," both of you say. And despite the fact that the exact same words in the exact same tone came out of your mouth at the exact same time, you can't suppress just the tiniest twinge of hurt when you hear it. Still, probably for the best, since it's just to weird seeing her glance aside and rub her upper arm just as you're doing the same thing.\n\n"That's understandable," Celest says, though there's some sadness in her voice as she does. "Alright then, so if you don't want to stay together the way you are now, the way I see it there are three options. Either [[one of you can go to Earth and one can stay with me|GGAlien5x1]], or both of you can go back to Earth."\n\n"Wait, how can both of us go back to Earth?" you ask, the other you cutting herself off halfway through asking the same thing. "People would probably notice that we looked identical and all."\n\n"I can [[send one of you back to a different place on Earth|GGAlien4x1]]," Celest explains. "With a bit of genetic manipulation and some mental implants, and with me manipulating records in the Earth computers, I can create a whole new outward identity for one of you. That you would have to leave her old life behind, obviously, but you'd have a whole new one, and I'd make sure you were set up so that you were comfortable and never had to worry about money or anything else."\n\n"Wait, you said there were three options," the other you cuts in, just as you were about to. "That was only two, what's the third?"\n\nCelest hesitates, her tentacles twitching a little, before she says, "Well, I don't necessarily like this, because it just feels a little... deceitful, even if you agree to it. But I could [[alter your memories|GGAlien3x2]]," she explains. "And also alter one of you's appearance. One of you would stay Cyan, but lose all memory of this. The other would become someone else. I'd do my best to keep you close to the same personality and background, and I wouldn't get too extreme with changing your appearance either, but... you'd definitely be a different person. That means that one Cyan would kind of... disappear," she says quietly. "Which is another reason I don't necessarily like this option. It sort of feels like killing somebody, even if it's also creating somebody new at the same time. But... this isn't about my discomfort, it's about what you two think is best, and I'll do anything to make this situation right. So if that's what you two decide, I'll get it taken care of, and neither of you will know this ever happened."

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

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

Let's not get locked too into the really specific origins... but also let's not go on that long-ass cart ride. It might be more interesting 'in person' as it were but you've seen it just too often. Sounds like this one is pretty much perfect for starting out as a sort of standard, probably low-level adventurer. It should give you the most freedom to play around and explore without getting hauled into the main story immediately, at least in theory.\n\nYou select that option and the menu disappears. As expected, the voice of Mara directs you to use the bed to begin your new life. You follow the curve of the room up to the little alcove (pretty "luxurious" layout for a prison cell, but you guess there needed to be room to do chargen and add things in the original), and then make a bit of a face. Even though you know you won't be on it for long, the bed is definitely not comfy-looking, essentially just a spreading of straw with a threadbare blanket that looks like it's made out of the same stuff your little prisoner bikini is. Laying down on it confirms that it's not a lot better than the stone floor itself would be (though you guess it might make a difference longterm), but you nevertheless get yourself settled and at least try to go to sleep, since that seems to be what the game's expecting of you.\n\nThere's a rather disorienting lurch as you suddenly find yourself standing instead, blinking and looking around. You're standing by a road... kiiind of familiar? But not terribly, so probably a game location you've seen but either not often or it's just not as recognizable from "inside", as it were. (Or it's been modded, either way.) Looking down at yourself finds that your body's been adjusted to be a bit older... which you're guessing is where the extra curves of your butt, hips, and boobs came from. (You're not some hentai anime bombshell but you are a bit closer to your mom's rather knockout proportions from pictures of her in college.) \n\nYou are, however, wearing a variety of bikini armor. Not the skimpiest thing in the world... the black cloth bikini bottom isn't too small and actually covers at least half of your ass in back, although it is small enough that the silverish scalemail flaps in front and back hide it from view, making it look a bit more daring than it actually is. Your legs are covered by a pair of tall leather boots with fur trim around the tops which are a bit above your mid-thigh and which have light metal plates on the front of the shins and the toes, and your arms are covered by a matching pair of fingerless leather-and-plate gloves. Up top you're wearing what at first looks like a straight-up metal bikini top that does cover most of your breasts, but which (luckily) is lined with softened leather inside. You've also got a sort of fur-lined collar with small attached leather-and-metal pauldrons... not much decoration on it so yeah, probably middle-of-the-road starter armor. You've also got what looks like the standard Skyrim Iron Sword holstered at your hip.\n\n'Not exactly ideal for Winter Always Country,' you muse, resisting the urge to rub your upper arms as you look around at the not-quite-pines and light drifts of snow on the ground. Luckily, while the VR is apparently capable of making you feel slightly too cool, it either can't or has declined to make you feel outright cold despite your exposure. So, with that in mind, you try calling up your menu and looking everything over. You quickly confirm that yes, you're wearing unenchanted iron armor, and are wielding an iron sword. You know several spells, but rather than the standard Skyrim starters they're 'Heat Beam', 'Ice Beam', and 'Light'. You equip Heat Beam to your left hand (because fire is the coolest element) and spend a few moments enjoying the neat little flickery colors it makes around your fingers and the awesome spell circle it mates when you fire a tight little column of flame at a tree (just scorching it rather than setting it on fire or anything, so yeah still definitely a starter spell), and add all three to your quick-equip bar, which apparently uses hand gestures to change between options. It looks like you also have a bit of gold, a single first-tier health potion, a hunting bow with twelve arrows (always gotta preserve the option to become a stealth archer, you suppose), three lockpicks, and what looks like a probably randomized assortment of vendor trash clutter articles.\n\nThere's a world map, but other than the general outline of Skyrim, it's blank, not even the hold capitals marked... you guess you have to actually discover places. (You wonder if fast travel still works? You would assume so... you don't have any real evidence, it just feels like the sort of modders that would do bikini armor and the sort of modders that ruthlessly excise all the "unrealistic" stuff like fast travel would not have been eager to collaborate on this little community effort.) There's a quest log but nothing in it, including the usual Alternate Start quest that's supposed to lead you to finding out you're the Dragonborn. So... looks like you're pretty much on your own.\n\nAlthough not for long. You hear laden footsteps (though still fairly light ones) coming around the bend in the road and look over, seeing what must be a Khajiit trading caravan. The Khajiit have been altered a bit from their cat-head-on-a-human-body look... they aren't full human-faced catpeople, so not animefied, but maybe more Disneyfied, a bit more humanish without losing the animal features. There's a fair few of them, men and women across a range of ages and builds, and even a handful of children sort of tucked into the middle. (Eeeee cute! So fluffy!) The Khajiit pause as they see you, and some of them in the lead exchange a glance. But apparently deciding you seem safe-ish since there's so many of them and so few of you, the leader approaches, though you see he still hangs back and seems mildly wary. Probably worried about bandits hidden in the woods attacking if he's too drawn out.\n\n"Well met, traveler," he says politely, if not super warmly. "What brings you out upon the road this day?"\n\n"Just traveling looking to earn some coin," you answer breezily enough. "Trying to get to a city or hold to look for work."\n\nThat seems to soothe his nerves a bit... you guess most of the bandits in Skyrim are more prone to just attacking outright or spinning more elaborate tales to elicit sympathy and bait a trap. Maybe the idea of just straight-up doing work for pay doesn't occur to most of them. "We share purpose, then, I suppose, for we are bound for Whiterun to sell our wares," the Khajiit answers. He hesitates and again glances at the others, but receiving a few nods, he looks back to you and says, a bit more warmly. "If you like, you may share our company and our fire as we travel."\n\nTranslation: They probably don't have many outright warriors of their own, and they're hoping that if they get attacked, you defending yourself will incidentally defend them, if nothing more altruistic.\n\n<hr>\n[["Sure, sounds good."|Cyrim]]\n\n[["Thanks, I'll pass."|Cyrim]]

May as well be a Good And Upright Gamer and try the game as intended before modding the hell out of it, just to get a sense of what it's like. You select the option for the vanilla(ish) game and with that same sort of strange transition as before, your surroundings become a stone cell lit entirely by a torch on the wall that you're facing, and a handful of candles scattered around. Even as you're distracted by the feeling of the bodysuit retracted and turning into what can only be called a "rag bikini" made of burlap you feel an intense sense of familiarity. Hey, it's the Alternate Start room, cool! You guess even the default version has at least some amount of leeway in how you begin. You look back and forth, quickly spotting the Mara statue... and smirking a bit. Yeah, this has definitely already been altered as part of a "community effort". Instead of the motherly, almost nun-like Mara statue of the usual, this one has her hands spread wide, her robes open in front to display full, heavy tits, as if inviting you to embrace her (and not in the chaste manner).\n\n<img src="images/MaraStatue.jpg">\n\nAssuming it's like the typical Alternate Start version (since you don't see any extra chests or cabinets from what you remember), you turn and walk towards the Mara statue. When you're a few feet away, a soothing, gentle female voice declares, "<i>Approach, my child, and choose where your new life shall begin.</i>"\n\nAt that, another one of those floating menus pops up, though this time it's more blatantly in the style of the Skyrim menus. And as you might expect, it's different origins. You wonder if all of them lead towards you being the Dragonborn, like the regular Alternate Start (since it is after all sort of baked into the game concept) or if this community-modded version actually lets you play out the role of any old person? Well, suppose you'll find out. Let's see, options...\n\n<hr>\n[["I got caught trying to cross the border." (Default start)|Cyrim]]\n\n[["I'm a wandering adventurer in search of work."|Cyrim3x2]]\n\n[["I'm a new recruit in the Imperial army."|Cyrim]]\n\n[["I'm a new recruit in the Stormcloaks."|Cyrim]]\n\n[["I'm a fledgling vampire in a hidden enclave."|Cyrim]]\n\n[["I'm seeking to join the Companions."|Cyrim]]\n\n[["I'm a member of a Khajiit trade caravan."|Cyrim]]\n\n[["I'm a young warrior of an orc tribe."|Cyrim]]\n\n[["I'm a new student at the mage academy."|Cyrim]]\n\n[["I'm just a normal farmer."|Cyrim]]\n\n[["I was robbed and left for dead."|Cyrim]]\n\n[["I want out of this cell."|Cyrim]]

* <b>Main</b>: Cyan can yet again give in to the urge to go get a [[relaxing cookie|GGCandy7x4]].\n* <b>Main</b>: Band singer Erica can now [[obey|CC3x7]] when the club owner demands he bend over the desk.\n* <b>Main</b>: In Palladium City, Eric can now say [[he won't go to the party|PalladiumStart]].\n* <b>Main</b>: Gwyn can now [[submit|GwynSaya1x4]] to Saya's demand he wear panties.\n* <b>Main</b>: After escaping with Striped Trouble, Cypher can augment herself with [[Raptarran DNA|BadCypher10x7]].\n* Switched Amanda's school activity to go directly to cheerleader.\n* <b>Main:</b> Homura can now suggest [[challenging a dojo|HomuraStart]].\n* <b>Main:</b> Female Ranma can visit [[Ucchan's|FRanX22x1]] or the Nekohanten after being launched by Akane.\n* <b>Main:</b> Cypher can [[stammer awkwardly|CySW1x4]] when Shado asks if he's coming along.\n* <b>Main:</b> Austin can now choose to inherit his uncle's [[personal assistant|Austin1x1]].\n* <b>Main:</b> Jamie can stutter himself into being a [[Succubus King|QODK3x3]]. A few paths over he can also use mana that [[feels right|QODK1x6]] for the gacha summon.\n* <b>Main:</b> The twin elves can put the experimental [[panties|HollyXmas6x4]] on Holly to make her cooperate.\n* <b>Main:</b> Jamie can now ask his dad how to [[get started|QODad1x2]] having sex.\n* More of Eric at the Palladium abandoned warehouse.\n* <b>Main</b>: Holly can now untie [[all the reindeer|HollyXmas5x2]].\n

You raise an eyebrow. Yeah, that absolutely has to be a "community effort", considering the sheer, absolute blatancy of how it doesn't belong there. It's a Nintendo game on the PC! ... Oh right and the different, blatantly sexual name, that too.\n\nWell, still, that sounds like fun. A town builder sim from the inside? Not like you mind a bit of lewdity either, you think with a smirk as you tap that menu selection.\n\nYou can feel the suit changing again even as a sliding door appears, the bodysuit splitting and drawing up as it turns into a very high-cut black bikini bottom (thong style, leaving your entire ass hanging out), a little purple bikini top, denim vest, and sneakers on your otherwise bare feet. There's also a little <i>pop</i> as a pair of round dark sunglasses appear on your face. You take a moment to adjust them, then shrug and, with a bit of jiggling now, walk forward and through the door.\n\nYou find yourself stepping into a tiny airport lobby, much like in the game, not a lot more than a checkin desk and a set of automated doors that likely lead out onto the tarmac. You have to take a moment to adjust to the sight behind the counter, that being an anthropomorphic blue penguin with a slightly odd look to him. Well, kind of anthropomorphic... he's very much on the 'funny animal' side of it rather than just a guy with animal features. As you get a bit closer, you realize that part of the oddity is that he seems to be made of squinchy cloth and have visible stitching.\n\n"Welcome to Prinny Airways, dood!" he declares in a bright, cheerful voice, waving one microfiber flipper.\n\n"I'm leaving," you announce, whipping back around towards the door.\n\n"Nooooooooooo dood!" the Prinny immediately wails, eyes bulging and flippers flailing wildly before clapping to the sides of his head. "It's safe, dood, I promise!"\n\nYou turn back and eye him dubiously. "You're sure? The plane won't explode the first time we have turbulence!"\n\n"That hasn't happened in years, dood!" he declares with a somewhat shifty-eyed look that says he's perhaps not being entirely honest.\n\nYou eye him, then slowly slide your eyes over to a board that reads 'We have been [65] days without an explosion!', then eye him as he holds up an 8 to one side of the six, his plastic beak forced into a desperate smile. Then you sigh and slump your shoulders. Oh well, it's just a game, though if they're going to allow you to die in chargen they should really credit Traveller at some point. "Okay, fine."\n\n"Alright, dood!" he squeals in excitement, wheeling about and frantically flinging his flippers at the keyboard. "Then let's get you underway to your very own island paradise, dood!"\n\nOh, it's your own, is it? In the game, as you recall, you were just moving there to help develop it for Tom Nook. You head through the gate to the tarmac outside, pausing briefly to look around at the small area. Definitely all looks and feels at least as real as the calibration program. The sunlight feels warm on your mostly bare skin, you're just hoping that this game doesn't include a sunburn mechanic. The plane is small and also rather chibi-esque in its proportions and stylings, though at least there's plenty of room for you as you climb up the steps and settle into a chair, the fabric feeling a bit interesting on your essentially bare butt and thighs. Yuuuup there's another Prinny in the pilot's chair, wearing a headset. "This is Dood-Dooder-Doodist-Dood, we are ready to go wheels-up, dood!" he declares happily with a fin on one earpiece, and you hear the hum of propellers. You glance outside, seeing that the wing's obstructing your view. (Way to not have to render outside scenery, doods, er, devs.) Then you turn back forward as a screen lowers out of the ceiling, the cabin lights dimming. The screen flickers to life, showing the ocean surface slowly going by. A chittery squeaky superspeed voice starts up, but you find you can still understand it as if it were speaking normally.\n\n"<i>Hello, I'm Tom Nutt, and welcome to the first day of the rest of your island life! Your purchase of a deserted island from Nutt Bigdustries comes at a most fortuitous time, as there's an absolute boom going on in pleasure escapes!</i>" the voice explains, the view of the sea sliding up on an island showing a number of both humans and chibi-looking anthro animals (none of them except the Prinny staff looking like stuffed toys, though) partying on the beach wearing skimpy swimsuits. (Yes, the animals too.) The beachgoers and the various visible resort fixtures fade out, leaving an empty and undeveloped beach as Tom Noo-, er, Nutt continues. "<i>Of course, your island is currently practically untouched, and it will be up to you to turn it into an island paradise! Whether you develop it into a world-class pleasure resort or your personal little getaway for yourself and your friends is up to you... as long as you pay your bills, of course,</i>" he adds as the screen flashes a bulging brown sack with a golden leaf symbol on it.\n\n"<i>The payment for your island is due at least once every ten days,</i>" Tom continues squeaking as the screen shows the sun and moon flashing by quickly. "<i>Payment can be made in a variety of ways... and if you <b>want</b> to pay in a bit more, why, there's always lovely new things to add to your island in return! Nutt Bigdustries will be providing you lots of support to enable you to grow your island, find new residents, and in general make the most of your new island life! Let's all work together to make your island the best, the brightest, and the lewdest island in the world!</i>"\n\nJust kinda slipped that last one in, you think with a grin as the scene of cheering generic figures fades out and the cabin lights return to normal. You're not too surprised when only a moment later there's a thump and shudder and the sound of the propellers gradually comes to a halt. "Here we are, dood!" the pilot declares, waggling his fin at the door as it swings downward.\n\nYou lean out, glancing around. Rather than a sea landing, the plane seems to have landed on a tiny airstrip barely longer than it is. (Wow, for a flightless bird that tends to explode, he did a great job.) The island is definitely a weird blend of jungle island, midwest American park, and Playskool playset, with a slightly exaggerated look to everything that can't help but put you in mind of being inside a child's dollhouse trimmings. You walk down the steps and into the open door of what's apparently the local airport, unsurprised to find another Prinny at the desk.\n\n"Mister Nutt is waiting right outside at the pavilion, dood!" he declares, gesturing to the front doors.\n\n"Thanks dood," you answer with a little wave, heading outside. Yup, there's a sort of large area of packed dirt with a large tent and a smaller gazebo next to it. Waiting for you right near the doorway is a large, plump raccoon man who comes to about your shoulder (well, he's large for a raccoon, yanno?). He's wearing a gaudy green Hawaiian shirt and has a beer in hand, and... whoa. You try not to stare, but you are absolutely staring. In true 'funny animal' fashion he's not wearing any pants, but in his case it's definitely not because he's got nothing to hide. He does in fact sport a rather long, thick humanlike cock in the same sort of greyish-brown as his fur, but what's really got you staring are his particularly immense balls. They hang down to his knees, fluffy and bulging, practically dwarfing his shaft despite its own obvious girth. He seems utterly nonchalant about displaying himself, just sipping his beer as if it were the most normal thing in the world.\n\n"Ah, you must be Cyan," he declares cheerfully. "I'm Tom Nutt! Welcome to... your island! Ah, actually, come to think of it, you haven't picked out a name, have you? Could we go ahead and do that now, for the paperwork?"\n\n"Tanuki," you murmur, still a bit shocked.\n\n"Ohhhh! Tanuki Island! How wonderful! How flattering!" Tom declares in his chitter-voice, bopping back and forth happily and making those immense balls bounce and wobble with the sort of physics you'd normally only see in anime titties. "I just knew you were going to be my favorite tenant ever, Cyan! Alright, let's begin orientation!" he adds, turning and practically bounding towards the gazebo.\n\nWell. Looks like you accidentally named your island. ... Oh well, it's not a bad name, you decide as you walk over. Your face still goes a bit red in what you're fairly sure isn't a sunburn as you approach the gazebo and see that there are other people waiting. More chibi-anthros, though at least one of them is as tall as you are, though none of the others come up past your shoulder. Tom moves to stand in the shade of the gazebo, flanked on either side by slightly shorter versions of himself that come up to his own shoulders, complete with gaudy Hawaiian shirts (one blue, one red) and massive ballsacks on display. Standing waiting in the area in front of the gazebo are a chicken man (the one who's as tall as you are) in a red and yellow basketball jersey, which you suppose predictably has the number '69' and even more blatantly has the name 'COCK' above it; his proportions are slightly less comical than Tom's, actually having broad shoulders and a narrower waist, though he still has that toon look about him with the bright yellow legs and slightly winglike arms, a white cock and down-covered balls hanging free below his jersey. The other is a tigress in a blue bikini top, her fluffy white pussy left bare; she too is less pear-shaped than Tom, with large breasts and round hips, enough that she looks vaguely like someone stretched imp-mode Midna out a bit but not enough to turn her into MILF-mode Midna.\n\n"Welcome, welcome everyone!" Tom calls, apparently deciding to get started right away. "Tankui Island's lovely new owner Cyan is here! Let's all have a big round of applause!" he adds, carefully patting his slightly pawlike hand against his palm so as not to disturb his beer while everyone else applauds more normally, while you decide to take a small bow. "These are my sons, Jim and Tim. Cyan, these are your island's first residents, Cody Cock and Fukslika Tigress! They'll be available to help you with all sorts of things, including training other residents and making new facilities! Cody's good with physical labor and motivation, Fukslika is good at training people in all sorts of skills!"\n\n"Like, pleased to meet you, bro," Cody says, in similarly sped-up-and-compressed fashion, though the sort of booming, slightly dim tone of his voice still comes across.\n\n"The loyal Fukslika shall do my very best for you, yes yes," Fusklika purrs, some exotic desert accent similarly coming through despite the weird way they talk.\n\n"And of course I'll help where I can... by giving you access to all sorts of Nutt Bigdustries services!" Tom cuts back in. "Inside my tent here, you'll be able to access the PHAT Nutt Machine... the Personal Help and Assistance Terminal! There's all sorts of amazing Nutt innovations to buy from it, for the simple price of some golden leaves! You can earn those by doing all sorts of jobs both around the island and by traveling to the mainland! In fact, as a nice bonus, here's 1,000 to start with!" he adds, and you see a little screen appear in the periphery of your vision, doing a flashy rolling-numbers thing to go to 1000. <<set $goldleaf = 1000>>"Now, any questions?"\n\nYou raise your hand partly out of reflex, then ask, "Can I get sunburned here?"\n\n"Like, what's a sunburn, bro?" Cody says, blankly.\n\nGood. Smirking, you push down your bikini bottoms and wiggle your sneakered feet out of them, then reach back to undo the ties of the bikini top, pulling it off and tossing it aside, leaving you in just your shoes and the denim vest left open in front. If everyone else is going to dress funny animal style, so are you, since it's a game. Certainly none of them look shocked or offended, though you think the gazes might be more appreciative than anything else.\n\n"Alright, Cody, Fukslika, you two go ahead and get to work! Cyan, if you'll come to my tent, I'll explain a bit more!"\n\nYou follow Tom and his sons around to the large tent, which is obviously where he's staying besides where he's doing business. There's the expected workbench, something that looks like an ATM terminal but with a large metal container out to the side with a vending machine-like slot on the front of it (you're guessing this version isn't as focused on delayed gratification as the original). There's three cots made up to the point where they look like actual beds, being twice the width of the usual camp cot and with what look like actual mattresses atop them. You can also see a kitchen area and a living room setup complete with bigscreen TV and what's obviously a 'dad recliner' in front of it.\n\n"Now, about your bills," Tom says as he and his sons turn back to face you in perfect unison, their massive ballsacks all giving the exact same sway-and-bounce. "It's 2,000 gold leaves due every ten days."\n\n"For how long?"\n\n"Well, forever!" Tom declares as if that weren't obvious. "It's for perpetual upkeep and assistance, you know?"\n\nAh, you guess that makes sense. Instead of a series of large loans you have to pay off, it's just a perpetual small bill to pay. Well, you're assuming small. "What happens if I, ah, forget to pay?" you ask.\n\n"Well I'd have to apply a penalty," Tom notes rather gravely. "You'd get another day to come up with the money to pay after that, though I'm afraid three penalties in a row and that would be considered breach of contract."<<set $billsmissed = 0>>\n\nWhich you're guessing means Game Over and you have to restart your island. "So how do I make gold leaves?"\n\n"Oh, it's simple enough! There's lots of things you can do around the island, or you can take the plane back to the mainland and work various odd jobs there! Generally a few hours of work will earn you 1,000 leaves, so it's really just your choice of how you want to earn them. Of course, if you can find some residents who will contribute some of their income to you, too. You can pay whenever you like, and that will add ten more days until your next payment is due."\n\nSounds like a decent system. As you're musing on it, Tom continues. "My friend Buskins has set up a museum on your island in anticipation of your arrival. If you can capture examples of the local wildlife or interesting flora and bring them to him, he'll be able to make them available to you for various uses any time! Oh, if you just want to tell him where you encountered one too, he can arrange for it to be picked up, though he'll probably want payment or a favor for his trouble in that case. We'll also be able to add and upgrade facilities as you invest leaves or add certain residents!"\n\n"Sounds good," you agree with a nod, grinning. "Can't wait to get started!"\n\n"Good! We'll be furnishing you with all the basic tools you need for various activities, and any time you want to use something in my tent, feel free to make yourself at home here! Now, before you get to work, I thought I'd give you a special Nutt Bigdustries limited time offer!"\n\n"Ohhh?" Ooo, freebies, freebies are always good!\n\n"Well, we're willing to forego your first payment, giving you a full twenty days until you'd need to make your first one!" Tom declares cheerfully... and you can see his cock give a visible twitch and then slowly start to rise, lengthening and thickening as it does, Tim and Jim's doing the same as if they were bluetooth synced. "If you're willing to show you're a very dedicated tenant, of course!"\n\n<hr>\n[[What no.|GGAC]]\n\n[[Hey, 2,000 leaves is 2,000 leaves...|GGAC1x2]]

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

That's everybody, you realize, and just as suddenly realize that it's now evening and is rapidly starting to get truly dark. Guess that's your prompt that the game day is over.\n\nWhile you were walking around, you spotted a pale blue tent that you're guessing is yours. (Neat that they knew to make it cyan, huh?) You head on over to find that there's not much in it other than a cot, a lamp, and a little radio that's currently playing some rather pornographic-sounding synth... hey, your favorite, that's nice! You yawn, laying down on the cot, figuring that's probably how you prepare to log out. However, as you're pondering how to bring up a menu, you feel genuine fatigue steal over you, and one moment you're yawning and the next, you're asleep.\n\nYou wake up to the sound of a rooster crowing (well it's probably Cody, you realize) and get up off the cot. You pause... did you forget something? You feel vaguely like you were going to do something, but then it slipped your mind. ... Oh well! Couldn't have been that important, and you're eager to get started upgrading and building your island!\n\n<hr>\n[[Time to start a new day on Tanuki Island!|GGAC-Morning1]]

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

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

You eye the book. Isn't it more of a song than a nursery story? Though you notice it's one of those with the little sound button on the corner, the kind that changes depending on what page you're on. With little else to do, and a bit of curiosity as to just <i>why</i> it was chucked at your head, you start turning the pages. Someone's gone through and pasted stickers of raptors (obviously also from the gift shop) over the pictures of the little old farmer himself, to make it look like the dinos are wearing his straw hat. Isn't that just adorable, you think sourly.\n\nAnyway, old MacDonald had a horse, ee-yi-ee-yi-oh. With a yadda yadda, and old MacDonald had a cow, ee-yi-ee-yi-who gives a fuck. Sighing, you turn the page, then find your vision swimming as you try to focus on it. You glance up blearily and see that Jane and Callie have already slumped over. Who knew they were so tired? Your brain slowed too much to realize anything might be wrong, you look back down on the page. Old Mack Donald had a firm? And had a... see aych... eye? Ee-eye-ee-oh? You topple forward, your forehead impacting the button at the corner of the page and setting it off with a spirited "Buck-buck-BUCKAW!"\n\nYou groan as you come to. You've never been drunk before, but you're pretty sure this is what a hangover feels like. You try to get your eyes to focus, and don't exactly like what you see when you do. You're in a large room with all sorts of robotic arms and equipment attached to the ceiling, though otherwise it seems to have a wide-open floor plan without any clutter. You're being held spread-eagled and upright in the air by a quartet of said arms, their metal clamps wrapped around your wrists and ankles, and you've been stripped completely naked. Callie and Jane are in the same situation, with Callie at your side and Jane on her other side. "What's going on?"\n\n"Most likely the brain raptors got tired of trying to get me to unlock more scientific secrets for them, and have instead decided to use some of what they've already figured out on us for their own amusement," Callie answers calmly, squinting a bit over at you without her glasses.\n\n"What sort of stuff have they already figured out?" Jane demands, trying to put on a tough face despite looking around desperately to see if any of the raptors are nearby.\n\n"Oh, from the looks of this room, advanced gene therapy. It's what we used to create them, after all, makes sense that they'd want to puzzle it out first. This is where we put human genes in them, but I imagine they've found the stores of other animal genomes and the settings for intensity. Oop, here we go!" she adds almost cheerfully at a whirring of servos from nearby.\n\nA trio of arms with injection needles on the end swings down in front of Jane. Her eyes go wide, but you can tell that she's trying to steel herself, giving only a quiet 'Mmf!' as the long needles are pushed into her neck, her chest (piercing the supple skin of one breast), and most wince-inducing the front of her crotch. The glowing green cylinders on the other end of the needles slowly begin to empty with a soft hissing sound, and now Jane lets out a yowl, shuddering in the restraints and then slumping against them as the needles pull out and the arms buzz away, your companion huffing and panting as if out of breath.\n\n"I <i>am</i> rather curious, and since I likely won't be in any state to focus on the sensations myself when the time comes, I have to ask... what does it feel like?" Callie asks, tilting her head.\n\nFor a moment you think Jane isn't going to answer. But when she speaks, her voice is a low rasp. "Hot... feels... hot." She trembles, leaning her head back and breathing harder, each one huffing out between her lips as if she were running a marathon. "Heart's beating... so fast... feels like it's getting bigger... feel tight..." She arches, grunting, and you notice that her lean muscles, already noticeable before, swell and bulge. You don't think it's just from her flexing against her bonds, as her fairly flat stomach tightens as well, quickly starting to show the definition of a six-pack. "Growing!" Jane gasps out, as if finally finding the right word for it after struggling.\n\nGrowing indeed, you discover as you watch with wide eyes. Not only are Jane's muscles growing more prominent, her whole body is, the robotic arms restraining her adjusting their position gradually as she gains height and broadness across the shoulders. Her face starts to push outward, showing her gritted teeth pushing outward as she begins to develop a muzzle, ears lengthening and tapering to points. You watch as the thick growth of dark hair at her crotch begins to change, becoming short brown fur that spreads up her crotch and belly like uncontrolled natural growth, but just keeps going, moving up towards her chest and around over her hips. You watch as her nails grow and curve, capping her thick fingers with thick, black ends almost like miniature hooves.\n\nYou'd noticed her breasts growing smaller and flatter as she became more muscular, but now notice that's not quite it... the nipples are lightening, flattening and becoming less distinct, even as her breasts become fully flat against her chest and covered with that brown fur. That still doesn't prepare you for the shock of seeing the front of her crotch start to bulge outward, expanding steadily into a thick black shaft as you can just barely make out the sight of her slit closing up. As the thick black shaft takes on more definition, its head beginning to flare, a new bulge forms at its base, black at first before brown fur grows over it and two almost baseball-sized orbs grow to fill it.\n\nJane tosses her... well, his now, you suppose... head, hair having reshaped into a mane as the changes to his face complete, the fur spreading over it and leaving him with a proper and literal horse face, a white streak running up the top of his muzzle and between his eyes. His feet, having lengthened and gained their own toe-caps, merge forward together into proper hooves, legs shifting to alter how he'd walk. Jane gives a twist in the restraints, tossing his head with a snort, a flick of dark hair showing off the horse tail you couldn't quite see growing. The motion also makes his erect, flare-headed cock wobble back and forth and his balls bounce... the shaft on that monster has to be at least eighteen inches long! Maybe more!\n\n"Jane?" you ask, your voice shaking.\n\nJane tosses his head again and lets out a wordless whinny, then another snort as he fixes dark eyes on you. Callie tsks, saying calmly, "Cerebral degeneration. Ah, that is, brain shrinkage. Or at the very least it's failed to keep up with the gene alteration. There's probably at least some human intellect in there, but I wouldn't expect many long conversations. Well, especially since he likely doesn't remember how to talk."\n\n"Is that... is that what's going to happen to us, too?"\n\n"Possibly. Though from what I've seen, they're more creative than that." She pauses, then looks over at you and grins cheerfully. Without her glasses, it's easy to see that her eyes are just a bit blank already. "And more sadistic."\n\nYou swallow heavily as you stare at the horseman that used to be Jane twisting in his restraints, occasionally letting out an annoyed whinny. What could be more sadistic than that?\n\n<hr>\n\n[[Continue.|Sauria7x11]]

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

You don't even remember taking your clothes off or moving. Just that the next thing you know you're naked and on your hands and knees, his cock in your mouth as you work your head more enthusiastically than you've ever done for any of your boyfriends, moaning eagerly as you shake your ass in the air like an animal dying to be mounted. You can feel his cock getting hard in your mouth, growing longer and thicker and pushing its way down your throat even as you eagerly swallow it down and stuff your face on it greedily. You rock your whole body forward, tits swaying beneath you, fucking your whole face onto that big, throbbing virile rod, each motion bringing you closer and closer to his crotch. He looks down at you, that cute, youthful face smirking wolfishly as if he's completely confident not only that you're exactly where you belong, but as if he knows that the closer you get to his crotch, the more intense his musk gets, the more it wraps into your brain and muffles all coherent thought.\n\n'Ohgod I can't believe I'm doing this but I need it so bad I want it so bad my pussy's going insane it's like I can feel my womb twitching holy shit I want him to put a baby in me it's like I'm in heat I need to breed with him I want him to breed me I want him to breed me breed me breed me breed breed breed breedbreedbreedbreedbreedbreedfisaghasoghoasdgh'\n\nBy the time your nose actually grinds against the thick black near-fur covering his crotch, you've ceased all coherent thought entirely. You gulp and swallow around his throbbing length on pure muscular instinct, before pulling your head back and free with a loud, bestial moan of lust. Turning around, you present yourself, lifting your ass high and showing off your swollen, sodden pussy, presenting it to him like the animal in heat that you've become. He wastes little time pushing forward and shoving that massive cock into you, making you shriek with delight at finally getting that viril fuckstick shoved into your baby-maker. There's no finesse, no thought to pleasure as he starts slamming his hips against your ass, though you cum with almost every thrust, this is purely breeding, purely about him putting babies in you, the only thing you want, the only thing you exist for right now, the reason you were born and everyone before you was born, to fuck and breed and then fuck and breed again and fuck and breed again and fuck and breed again.\n\nYour fat udders sway under you, your mindless animal brain knowing they'll soon be swelling with milk. Your eyes, empty of all human thought, roll in your head, lips curved in a brainless smile as your tongue lolls out, long strings of saliva dripping off of it and down your chin, swaying with the motions of fucking as well. There is no thinking, there is no mind, no sentience, just cumming and being fertile and being bred. And when your current mate lets out a long, snarling grunt and buries himself inside you, flooding your womb with his virile seed, you know with the surety of any animal that you've become gravid, your whole body shaking with the intensity of joy at fulfilling your reason for existing. \n\nThe male pulls out of you, his cock slipping free and wagging in the air as he stands up, already clearly having dismissed you from his thoughts now that he's used you for your purpose as he snags his shorts and pulls them back on. You slowly slump to the floor, panting and trembling in aftershock orgasms. Coherent thought is starting to come back, but the surety of having been impregnated, that primal dominance asserted on you, remains. You watch as he finishes doing up the shorts and shoves open the window, letting in a rush of cool air that clears your head a bit more, enough to realize he's leaving.\n\n<hr>\n[["..."|HollyNov]]\n\n[["Thank... you..."|HollyNov4x2]]\n\n[["I can... get you more..."|HollyNov]]

The boy glances back at you briefly as he's halfway out the window. Then he gives you a wolfish grin, right before he swings out and drops out of sight.\n\nAfter a few minutes you roll onto your back, still feeling like your whole body's sensitive and tingling, begging for more. Panting you start kneading one of your breasts, your other hand slipping between your legs, toying with your clit and slipping your fingers into your cum-smeared, impregnated pussy. 'Pregnant... gonna have a baby,' you think as you let out a long, ecstatic moan and give your nipple a twist. Enough rational thought is returning now that you should be shocked, worried, fretting about the future, desperate to figure out what just happened to you. But all you can feel is pleasure and contentment thinking of the life growing inside you, excitement that you're so fertile and gravid.\n\nEven once you've gotten largely back to normal, including using the shower yourself and getting dressed again, that feeling of contentment, satisfaction, and pleasure remains. Your nipples remain stiff and your pussy slightly damp, but both are somehow comfortably so, like your body has become naturally constantly aroused at knowing you're pregnant. Every time you reach down to rub your stomach at the thought, it's like you can feel the heat and warmth and vitality of your own womb rushing out into you into a little ripple of fresh pleasure that makes you feel alive and eager.\n\nThat night at dinner, you smile as you say to your parents, "By the way, I have something to tell you both. You're going to be grandparents."\n\n"R-really?!" your father splutters, some web of complex pleasure, shock, and worry playing across his face.\n\n"Honey, you said you weren't seeing anyone right now," your mother notes with a similar look, albeit with the ratios tweaked a bit.\n\n"I'm not. It was just sort of a... ships passing in the night sort of thing," you say breezily with a flip of the hand. True enough, after all. "But I'm really happy about it, and really excited," you add with a bright smile, which is more than true.\n\nThe two of them exchange a glance, then look back at you, still seeming a little dubious. "Well. If you're happy about it, honey, I suppose that's all that matters," your father says slowly. "Do you think you'll be okay financially though?"\n\n"I think so, I have a good feeling about things," you reply easily. Which is true, but you do also have a few thoughts about how to ramp up your blogging income.\n\nA bit later that night, your mother corners you in the kitchen as you're coming down for a late snack, somehow already starting to feel ravenous. "Holly, are you <i>really</i> satisfied with this?" she says, frowning. "Being a single mother from someone you had a one night stand with?"\n\n"I'm <i>extremely</i> satisfied," you assure her, before smiling and leaning in, whispering warmly in her ear in a shameless, sweet tone. "I've never been as satisfied as the moment he came inside me. I actually felt myself getting knocked up, and came harder than I ever have in my life," you continue as her eyes widen and her cheeks and the bridge of her nose go bright red. "He fucked me and bred me like a wild animal and I stopped being sentient for awhile from how hard he made me cum. So yes... I'm very happy." With that, you turn and head back to your room, leaving her standing there still blushing. Heck, your parents are still young enough, you wouldn't be super shocked to hear you're going to have a little sibling soon~.\n\nAfter the holiday (where you share the news with more of the family, and get more of those happy/dubious/judgemental looks in varying ratios), you head home. You're a little sad to be leaving the place where you know the male who knocked you up might still be roaming around, but you can always come back, right? As you'd already begun to plan on, you start blogging about your pregnancy as well as holidays, with a large focus on how amazing being pregnant makes you feel, how much you love it, and, to be frank, a number of borderline (or crossing the border) fetishistic posts about the intense eroticism of breeding, pregnancy, and the clear supremacy of baby-making sex. Your number of critics, detractors, and trolls goes way up, but your number of subscribers and donors goes way, way, <i>way</i> up, so you certainly find that very easy to live with. Even moreso when you start setting up alternate accounts to show the daily progression of your belly starting to swell and your breasts starting to fill with milk.\n\nThe pregnancy does seem to be progressing a bit faster than a normal one, but that doesn't upset you. You might be a little worried if you had to figure out an explanation for it, but you never told everyone <i>when</i> you got knocked up, and the speed of the pregnancy seems to roughly emulate you having been three months along when you told everyone, so it all works out. You also find that you don't seem to be having any of the problems that might be expected of pregnancy... no morning sickness, or mood swings, or difficulty getting around. In fact, you feel healthier, stronger, and more vital than you've ever been. The only real problem is that you're horny <i>all</i> the time. Even moreso than before your pussy is constantly wet and hot and swollen, begging for attention, to the point you completely give up on wearing pants or panties. You start inviting old boyfriends, male friends, and eventually subscribers to your alt accounts over, moaning eagerly as they plunge into you from behind with your milky tits swaying beneath you and lightly slapping against the swell of your belly as they stream white onto the floor, or riding them with the firm roundness of your stomach rising and falling in their view as you take them shamelessly. None of it's anywhere near as good as the virile male, since they can't knock you up right now, but dick is dick and you <i>need</i> dick as your pregnancy progresses.\n\nAt least until it's a bit further along and you start to settle, all your thoughts and feelings turning to focus on the life growing within you. It's about that time you realize, oh... you really haven't been to the doctor about this, have you? You guess that was a side effect of how great you felt the entire time, it just never really <i>felt</i> like there was a need for prenatal care. But you're clearly within only a month or so of popping, you guess you need to get that scheduled, huh?\n\nOf course when you arrive at the appointment, every single person you see feels the need to scold you about waiting so long to make a prenatal appointment. Normally you'd be pretty susceptible to that sort of thing, but the boundless confidence and happiness imbued in you by your pregnancy has you breeze through it all unbothered, which definitely seems to aggravate them. Still, the nurse doing the ultrasound plasters a chipper look on her face as she smears medically appropriate goo onto the wand and then places it to your bared belly. "Now let's see here," she says, fiddling with the device. "Obviously you're pretty far along, so we should get a nice, clear picture. It looks like..."\n\n<hr>\n(([["A boy!"|HollyNov]]))\n\n(([["Twins!"|HollyNov]]))\n\n(([["Uh... I think I need to go get the doctor..."|HollyNov]]))

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

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

As much as you appreciate Kovam's group for helping you ditch the monastery, you just can't see yourself charging towards something a few hundred times your size and punching it in the toe from the first person perspective as opposed to using miniatures. You've gotta find someone that has a better plan for this... because let's face it, if you're gonna be stuck in this world, being de facto royalty wouldn't hurt, but you can't rule over a wilderness kingdom if you're scorched into a greasy spot. Nah, you'll find someone that has an idea like... dropping the mountain on the dragon or something.\n\nIt's not exactly hard to find people talking about the Great Wyrm... in fact the whole town is buzzing with it, people either openly or quietly discussing their plans. Still, by just wandering around nonchalantly and keeping your ears open you pick up on a pair of likely plans that you'd be willing to sign on board with.\n\nThere's one group that's trying to track down a [[legendary dragon-slaying specialist|GGMonk8x3]]... the very fact that they're smart enough to think 'Hey, maybe we should get a guy that does nothing but slay dragons to help us slay this dragon' is encouraging. You overhear another group talking about hunting down [[some powerful magical artifacts|GGMonk]] that could be capable of taking out the dragon too... standing back and zapping it with a death ray appeals too. Just depends which you like better.

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

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

Smirking, you step back to sit on the edge of the bed, tits jiggling a bit as you scoot back, then smoothly spread your legs, resting your fingertips lightly on your inner thighs, showing off your pink slit in all its smooth perfection. "Oh doctor?" you coo.\n\nDr. Life's head jerks up to look at you as if it were completely involuntary. She stares as she sees your pose, her tablet slipping from limp fingers as it clatters to the floor. She's still for all of a second, before scrambling forward, practically leaping atop you as you give a whoop of amused laughter. It's all she can do to yank her loincloth fully aside before she plunges her prick into you up to the root, throwing her head back and moaning shamelessly as she buries her cock inside you. You have little doubt that the usually calm, composed doctor must normally be quite the deliberate lover, but now she's completely incapable of anything but starting to pump her hips wildly, rutting you like a beast in a mating fervor, her huge latex-covered tits pillowed against your equally massive ones. \n\n"Ohfuck, ohfuck, ohfuck," she gasps out as she pumps into you with complete abandon, her cock hard as steel inside you and feeling like it's throbbing just a little larger with almost every thrust. You can pick out little thoughts amidst the bright haze of overwhelming lust clouding her mind... that it's the hardest she's ever been, that your pussy is so much better than any other's she's ever had, that she doesn't care what else happens now as long as she gets to fuck you. "Ohfuck, ohfuck, ohfuck!" the supergenius whimpers as she pounds her hips against yours, drool running down her chin.\n\n"Yeees, that's right," you purr, sliding your long-nailed fingers slowly up her back before gripping the sides of her head and hauling her down into a kiss. Your tongue plunges into her mouth, swirling around it... and then down her throat as it grows longer and thicker, enough that you can pump it back and forth in a smoother, more deliberate stroke than any she's capable of using with her cock right now. Maria shudders all over as you tongue-fuck her throat, her thrusts becoming, if anything, even more frenzied as she pounds into you, her whimpers and moans squeezing her throat around your tongue as your pussy squeezes and massages her with inhuman control of your inner muscles, no doubt feeling as if she's getting a very thorough handjob at the same time as she's pumping the best pussy she's ever had.\n\nShe was already close to cumming after only a few thrusts into you, but without even thinking about it you somehow pressed on something inside of her... but you're aware of the pressure building under that press now. You're fairly certain you could push just slightly harder and it wouldn't matter how badly she needed to cum, she'd never be able to unless you let her. Her hips are shaking, her thrusts already growing almost desperate as she whimpers around your thrusting, wriggling tongue, her body trembling. Hm, what to do~...?\n\n<hr>\n[[Just let her cum.|FemPalV]]\n\n[[Deny her.|FemPalV]]\n\n[[Enslave her.|FemPalV]]\n\n[[Get knocked up.|FemPalV]]\n\n[[Drain her.|FemPalV8x3]]\n\n[[Change her.|FemPalV]]

Yeah... isn't that what all the comics show? That the side effect of superpowers is that girls get super sexy, with big boobs and fantastic asses? Maybe you'll wind up like that... some drop-dead gorgeous bombshell that can have anyone she wants. Just the thought of it sends an excited tingle all through your body and makes your breath shudder a little despite the unpleasant sensations, and you drift down into unconsciousness still thinking about what it would be like to be the sexiest person in any room.\n\nYou wake up feeling wrapped in softness and like your skin is being stroked all over. Mm~, silk sheets. You open your eyes slowly, letting the canopy of the bed you're laying in come into focus, before you sit up. There's a distinct extra weight to your chest... it's not bothering you in any way, but you're very aware of it. You look down, and wind up staring. The weight is... a really huge pair of tits. Like, at least as big as Dr. Life's... maybe just a little bit bigger. Even as you're staring, something flits across your field of vision... focusing on it makes it go still, and you realize it's an extremely stereotypical spade-tipped demon's tail. And... it's yours, you confirm as you try giving it a slight flick upwards and it obeys you without hesitation. Throwing off the sheet, you swing your newly long and curvaceous legs over the side of the bed and stand up, your newly huge tits wobbling slightly with your movements, and a faint sensation of similar jiggling lower down and behind you noticeable as you walk over to a mirror to look at yourself. It's not just the tail... you now have a pair of ridged black horns that jut out slightly from the sides of your head and then angle forward and up, not going much past your forehead. Your hair has turned a rich maroon color, too, drifting down your back. Despite the shock, you can't help but smirk a little as you turn to check out your ass in the mirror, your tail curling around you as if to highlight your new features.\n\n<img src=https://i.imgur.com/Y4zZOYj.jpg>\n\n"I would definitely look completely awesome in a battle bikini," you murmur to yourself approvingly, noticing that even your voice has changed, becoming a smooth, sensual purr.\n\nYou glance over as the door opens, Dr. Life stepping inside holding that tablet computer of hers. She almost immediately starts to look a little flushed, and you have an interesting sense of some sort of... pressure, from her, almost like feathers across your face. "Good morning, Sam," she says, trying for even, but there's the faintest quiver in her voice. Probably has something to do with her nipples showing stiff under that thin gold latex top, and the fact that the impression of a long, thick cock is becoming visible in the flap of her loincloth. "As you can see, the awakening was a hu-... very much a success, your spine has been healed, and your metahuman genes have fully activated."\n\n"That seems rather obvious, yes," you reply, unable to help smirking some as a visible shiver passes through her, and you get an even more thorough impression of that sensation from her. So that's what lust feels like. "You didn't mention that the physical changes could be so... extensive."\n\n"Y-yes, the... ... the tail and horns," Dr. Life says, obviously trying to avoid mentioning your massive breasts, wasp waist, grippable hips, and luscious legs, much as she's trying to avoid looking at them by focusing on her pad as she types, likely pointlessly, on it. "And the change to your hair color of course, these are all common side effects of the awakening. The resemblance to depictions of demons is interesting, I have several theories that such tales might arise from people with activated genes..."\n\n"Mmhmmm," you acknowledge a bit distractedly, unable to help watching her loincloth continue to rise as her cock just gets harder and harder. Your tongue flits across your lips a little... you can practically feel how hard it's getting, that it's already starting to ache, that her nipples are similarly almost painfully hard. Even if you couldn't sense those things, she's gradually becoming more and more flustered and distracted, sweat glistening on her face as she continues.\n\n"There's... there's quite a bit more to your change, certainly, our preliminary readings indicate some psionic activity in your brain, that your body's structure has simplified and become highly refined... it also changed a few times while we were monitoring, indicating you might have the ability to shapeshift now, either unconsciously or possibly consciously, and, ah... and you emit a great deal of pheremones as well as broadcasting some, some interesting brainwaves, we're not... we're not sure how much control you might have over that, so, ah... so... we might need to..."\n\nShe trails off, staring intently at her tablet and trembling faintly. You can tell that every second is a war for her to not give in, to either grab her throbbingly stiff prick with both hands and start jerking off furiously, or to bolt from the room like a frightened animal. My my, she clearly thought her enhanced biology would give her a greater resistance to you than it did!\n\n<hr>\n[[Try to pull back your... heh, 'lust aura'.|FemPalV]]\n\n[[Have her fuck you.|FemPalV8x2]]

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

It might be possible, so you guess it doesn't hurt to ask. "Could you summon up a genie or something? To grant wishes?"\n\n"I... think I might be able to, yes," Aerienne answers, albeit with a small frown. She closes her eyes and murmurs almost silently to herself, pretty (albeit cum-smeared) lips moving for about a minute.\n\nThere's an almost cartoonish 'pop' sound and an abrupt puff of purple smoke in the air. And there, floating in place with her feet raised back and her hands on her hips, is a genie... or at least, what you assume must be. She has thick black hair that hangs down her back and is bound with several gold rings, pointed ears, black eyes, and blue skin. She's not wearing much either... a golden collar with several links of shiny chain dangling forward from it, jeweled gold rings piercing the dark blue nipples of her large breasts, golden manacles (also each with several links of chain) around her wrists and ankles, and a gold-embroidered white loincloth that hangs down to her knees... and outlines what you're fairly sure is a rather impressive cock.\n\n"Well hello, little priestess of Aphora. ... I say 'little' but good deities look at you," the genie declares, putting a hand to her cheek and tilting her head. "Let me guess, Gobberlins got ahold of you and the little fuckers dicked your tits down but good."\n\nAerienne's face colors a bright red, but she nods. "Y-yes, it's true. We're in a bit of a bind, and could use your help. Ah... in the absence of our leader, Cyan seems to have taken over giving direction, so perhaps if you could ask her how best to proceed?"\n\nYou guess you can't really argue that, you think as the genie turns in midair to face you, grinning and flashing silver teeth at you. "I do like the name! So, Cyan, what's your first wish?"\n\n"I get three, right?" you ask first, to clarify.\n\n"Hm-hm-hm, this is your first time working with a Blue Genie, I see," she chuckles, black eyes twinkling. "No, dear, you have me for twenty-four hours or you release me. In that time you can make as many wishes as you want." Her grin grows at your obvious perking up. "But keep in mind, at the end of the twenty-four hours, a cost will be incurred. The more wishes, the bigger the cost."\n\n"What, like, you could wind up taking her soul or something?" Yuli asks, making you twitch at the very idea.\n\n"Oh that's not off the table, admittedly," the genie replies, spreading her hands as she shrugs. "But it really ties into the nature of the wish. If you ask me for something that could have been done rather incidentally, the cost is much smaller and will often be incidental itself. The more it relies on completely blatant use of my power, the higher the cost, and the closer it will come to being a price you pay to me. Equivalent exchange is really a very odd and sometimes arbitrary system so I can't exactly tell you what you'll wind up paying ahead of time."\n\n"... Hunh. Okay, I got it. I think," you murmur.\n\n"Now, all that said, what <i>is</i> your first wish?"\n\n<hr>\n[[Take everyone to safety.|GGMonk]]\n\n[[Some incidental things to help.|GGMonk]]\n\n[[A powerful weapon.|GGMonk]]\n\n[[Resurrect Orlin.|GGMonk8x10]]

Deciding that it's probably not going to do you much good to juke the gigantic plot hook dropped in front of you, you raise your hand and wave it some, calling out, "Over here!"\n\nThe people in front of you glance towards you and start moving aside, forming a path for you to make your way up to the stage. You head on up, one of your hands falling naturally to rest on the grip of a sword sheathed at your side, like you'd been doing it for years. You have to turn to the side a bit to get to some steps that lead up to the stage, but once there the official passes you a small, simple brooch in the shape of an owl, a rolled-up sheaf of parchment, and points to a lowered area behind the stage. As you trot down, you see that there's two people already there... a man and a woman, him in dark leather armor with multiple daggers sheathed around his thighs, her in a colorfully-patterned set of robes and almost tie-dyed witch's hat, a staff in her hands. Though both look like they're in their twenties and fully-developed, lean and olive-skinned, and proportioned completely normally, the man's head is the only thing that comes up past your waist, with the woman being several inches shorter.\n\n"Hello, Cyan, nice to meet you," the woman says with a nervous smile.\n\n"Hey, how's it going?" the man asks, giving you a rakish smile and running a hand over his short, tousled sandy hair. \n\n"Hi... ah..." You trail off, before your brain puts two and two together and quickly comes up with an excuse. "Sorry, it was super noisy in the crowd around me just before they called me, I missed your names."\n\n"Oh! Oh, I'm so sorry!" The auburn-haired Halfling fidgets and frets for a moment, before the man pats her back.\n\n"I'm Amon, this is Amora."\n\n"I still can't believe we got sorted into the same group, that was so lucky," the woman... Amora... huffs, leaning her forehead against her staff.\n\nYou start to speak, but before you can there's another call from the stage. "Final member of group Owl, dungeon Morgas! Astoriel! Astoriel, come forward!"\n\nYou can't quite see over the edge of the stage, but a few minutes later someone moves to the stairs and comes padding down them. Obviously she's an elf, from the long, pointed ears, though the long, ridiculously golden blonde hair might be a bit of a tipoff too. Her eyes are big and blue, her face gorgeous, and she's wearing a gold-trimmed crimson vest, classy-looking leather belt with an attached bag on one hip and a sheathed rapier on the other, and a loose scarlet short skirt. Her long legs are sheathed in gold-trimmed white thigh-high stockings, and her boots are turned-down at the top and dyed bright red too.\n\n"Good morning, everyone!" she says brightly, raising a hand and wiggling her fingers in a wave. "It's nice to meet you all. Let's get out of the way for the next group, shall we?"\n\n"Oh! R-right!" Amora squeaks, turning and heading down a connected stone tunnel, Amon rolling his eyes and following after her, you and Astoriel doing the same.\n\n"You seem to be someone that knows their way around weapons, Cyan," Astoriel says cheerfully as you make your way along the torchlit tunnel. \n\n"Fair to say," you answer, trying for polite but neutral, since you're still trying to get a handle on everything that's happening.\n\n"Amora, it would seem you study the magical arts, yes? And you, Amon..." Astoriel pauses, then her eyes twinkle. "Are a man of many skills, I imagine."\n\n"Oh, many many skills, my good lady," Amon answers, somehow managing to make the melodramatic bow he pauses briefly to give her seem as much like innuendo as his tone.\n\n"Mm." The elf woman seems amused, then ahs as the lot of you emerge back into sunlight. "Well, I am Astoriel of Maple, bard of the voice. And those must be our free steeds. Luckily we weren't called too late in the order, else all the decent ones would be gone. If all of you don't mind, I have some experience with equines, so I can pick some out for all of us?"\n\nAt the general round of assent, the elf woman departs towards the official stationed near the corrals. "Oh gosh, if she really knows about things like that, it's so lucky we got teamed up with her," Amora says, huffing in relief.\n\n"Ah, yeah," you answer, still trying to figure out... well, less what's going on in general, you have that. You've somehow been turned into your general imagining of a potential Warrior build and transported to a fantasy setting. What you don't understand is what you were doing in that area with all those people, why you've been <i>assigned</i> an adventuring party, and why you apparently warrant a free horse.\n\n<hr>\n[[Tell everything to Astoriel.|GGWar2x1]]\n\n[["... Hey, Amora, let's play a game."|GGWar1x2]]

"A game?" the Halfling asks, blinking.\n\nIt's some time later when you ask the question, and the four of you are making your way along a dirt road. Amon is on his pony a bit ahead, chatting up Astoriel (or likely hitting on her), while you've fallen back a little to be beside the small robed woman. "Yeah, a game. Well, kind of a thought exercise," you continue. "Something I picked up somewhere. Helps you center your mind and get everyone on the same page. Basically, explain what we're doing here like I'm someone you just met."\n\n"But I did just meet you. Oh! Oh, you mean like <i>just now</i>! As if you were a brand new person!" She perks up a little. "Oh, I like that, that's clever. Okay, um, let me see." She worries her bottom lip for a moment, before clearing her throat. "Alright, a few years ago Empress Missanda became interested in an ancient civilization that used to span across most of this world. She discovered that they had a set of powerful artifacts, the Dorugahn Buros, and she wants to acquire them. Her seers and researchers found out that they could be in hundreds upon hundreds of possible ruins and abandoned strongholds, or 'dungeons'. So the Empress has organized this massive search for them. Each group of four is assigned a dungeon to search, and hopefully find that it contains one of the Dorugahn Buros. If they find one, they must bring it back to her, and then each member of the party will be granted a vast fortune, lands and title, and a complete tax and tribute exemption for <i>ten</i> generations!"\n\nWhoa. You have to admit, that's a hell of a draw. (Something weird about 'Dorugahn Buros' though.) You have to wonder how that merits free horses and why the random teams, though, but Amora luckily continues. "Though the teams are supposedly randomized to 'keep things fair' and 'give everyone a chance', a lot of rumors say it's because the Empress doesn't want to risk too many longtime friends or companions being together and deciding to run off with the artifacts on her," she says, voice lowering to a whisper as she starts talking about rumors. "And of course, for such a grand prize, there has to be an offset. Anyone who fails to return with a Dorugahn Buros is bound in service to the crown for ten years. You can buy that off at a rate of 10,000 gold per year, so I suppose if you strike it rich in the dungeon you still might come out ahead."\n\n"So the crown gets its baubles, and a bunch of money or a bunch of free labor," you muse aloud. "Pretty sweet deal for them, all said."\n\n"But for the twenty-eight who are on teams that find Dorugahn Buros, they'll become small kingdoms onto themselves," Amora chirps, actually seeming quite chipper now.\n\nKingdoms that will owe allegiance to the Empress, so she also gets free 'governors' basically, so all around a pretty sweet deal for her. Still, the thought of becoming a sort-of queen does kind of appeal... you wonder if the vast fortune is vast enough to create a magical version of the internet? Er, or get you home, that too. "So we're off to the dungeon 'Morgas' to look for a Dorugahn Buros. I guess it doesn't matter if we get a dungeon without an artifact, huh? Still gotta serve?"\n\n"Well technically our years of service have already started. Apparently in the first two years, you can be sent out to other dungeons that either haven't been explored or no one came back from." She shrinks a little in on herself again at that last bit, then perks up again. "But at least Morgas is one of the nearer ones! We don't have to take a boat or even an airship to reach it." She pauses, then looks at you very seriously. "Do I win the game?"\n\nYou can't help but laugh at that. "Yeah, you're a winner, Amora." You want to add 'thanks', but it seems weird to thank someone for 'winning a game', so just grin at her and then turn your attention to mulling everything over. So, it's an artifact hunt. You find it, you win big. You don't find it, you're probably stuck with guard duty for the next decade. You've never much thought about what the lives of the generic city guards must be like in these games and that's because you always just assumed they must be boring as hell. Okay, so, try to find the artifact. With that you can either live like royalty or try to find a way home. Makes sense. Now if you could do something about the way the saddle is rubbing against your bare pussy... luckily your armor seems to be enchanted to provide magical protection even where it's not physically covering, so you're not getting rubbed raw or chafed, but the constant bump and stroke of the leather against you is... distracting.\n\nEventually the light starts to dim and Astoriel suggests finding a place to stop for the night. A spot for a campsite is decided on, and after rummaging in your bag (which is apparently a handy haversack, nice), you find a bedroll and tent that are relatively simple to put up. The four of you gather around the fire and Amon cooks some sliced beef from his rations, and the four of you chat pleasantly in a getting-to-know-you sort of way. Obviously you have to be a bit general with your details, but you manage, and eventually Astoriel rises and stretches. "Amora and I must rest to make sure our faculties are clear for our art, though I require less than she, I think. If the two of you would care to sort out the watches between you and simply wake me for the last one?"\n\nYou and Amon make noises of assent, and the elf and Halfling woman retire to their tents. Amon meanwhile begins slicing up an apple into the cleaned-out pan. "Bit of dessert never hurt anyone on the road," he says cheerfully. \n\n"Won't argue that, if you're sharing," you agree with a grin.\n\n"Of course! And while we're being direct about what we want, would you care to fuck?" he asks easily as he turns to rummage in his pack.\n\nThat makes you blink. "... Ah?"\n\n"Sorry if I misjudged, I'm not meaning to be rude, you just seem like the sort who prefers things direct," he answers, still full of casual cheer as he sprinkles ground cinnamon and some sugar into the pan. "So just consider it a friendly offer, nothing more."\n\n"You spent all day flirting with Astoriel, y'know," you point out, unable to help being a bit amused.\n\n"I did, and will likely spend a fair bit of tomorrow doing so too," he agrees easily, brown eyes twinkling. "And if I ever think she's likely to agree, I'll ask her too. I left you be since you seemed absorbed in your thoughts, and I'll leave you be if you ask. Or flirt if you ask. Or just be friendly if you ask. Just don't ask for commitment, I'm bad at that one," he adds, winking.\n\n<hr>\n[[Raincheck.|GGWar]]\n\n[[... Sure why not.|GGWar]]

Forcing yourself to turn, you hurry on towards the parking area. You feel rotten for leaving someone to whatever strange, twisted fate they discovered in this fireworks-lit Hell, but Tanya did say it would be like it all never happened if you got back to the city, so you have to focus on that.\n\nSoon you're approaching the parking area, and with relief you spot a pair of squad cars sitting parked at (rather inconsiderate) angles right at the packed-down dirt driveway that had been set up to make it easier to get there. Both of them even have their lights flashing, making it all the easier to see them. You break into a near-run, then stumble a little and come to a halt as you realize someone's sitting in the back seat of the car with 'K-9 Unit' on its window, that same someone opening the door and stepping out at your approach.\n\nYour jaw sags a little at the sight of the tall, toned man... well, dogman. A German Shepherd, obviously, with black and deep brown fur, though his features are a bit humanlike as well now, certainly his muscular body is human-shaped. Though you can't help but notice, because you find yourself practically forced to look, that at his crotch there's a thick, obviously full sheath above furry, dangling balls. The only thing he's wearing is a blue collar with tags, making it all the more clear that he probably was an actual police dog before whatever magic is going on tonight was worked on him. Apparently even as humans can turn into animals here, animals can become more like humans.\n\n"Hey, I don't recognize you," he says with a frown, folding his arms over his muscular chest as he looks you up and down. Though you notice he definitely seems to be paying as much attention to your chest as you were to his crotch, because a gleaming point of red has appeared at the opening of his sheath, and is starting to slide further forth. "Is that really your uniform? Are you a <i>real</i> police officer?" he demands, a frown on his muzzle.\n\n<hr>\n[[Uh, yes, I am!|HolJuly]]\n\n[[No, but-|HolJuly]]\n\n[[... I'm your new bitch.|HolJuly]]

"Hhhhhaa... cooooock," you groan as you quickly shove your leather pants down, wiggling free of them in under two seconds in a quick rush of motions you absolutely couldn't pull off with a clear head. \n\n"Diiiiick," Yuli moans with her tongue hanging out as she shoves her own snug little bootshorts down, revealing a completely smooth and utterly drenched cunt, her tongue lolling out a bit as her lust-glazed eyes stay fixed entirely on the cleric's towering erection.\n\n"W-wait, please girls, please, th-the effect's at its very most intense right now!" Aerienne pleads, trembling visibly, that wet spot at the tip of the tented white cloth steadily growing as more and more pre constantly soaks into it. "I... I can't control what might happen if we give into the lust, I... I...!" She chokes on whatever she was going to say next as both you and Yuli get down on all fours facing away from her, shamelessly shaking your asses and displaying your sopping cunts for her.\n\n"Breed me," you plead in an utterly whorish voice of need, bucking your hips back towards her like the animal in heat that you are. "Breed me, breed me, breed my naughty pussy, breed my hot cunt, breed me!"\n\n"Knock me up, Aeryyyyy," Yuli whines needfully, bopping her bare, pert ass around in the air. "Breed, breeeeeed!"\n\nTo Aerienne's credit, she holds out for another few seconds before diving forward. She yanks her robes up in front, that incredibly long, thick cock wobbling free and slinging a rope of clear pre through the air, before she grabs your hips and slams into you. Your eyes roll and your lips curl up in a brainless smile of satisfaction as your stomach bulges with the outline of it, your tongue lolling out and shifting with her hard, bestial thrusting as she reaches over, shoving three fingers into Yuli's cunt and starting to pump them just as fast and rough.\n\n"Hhha, hhha, this what you want, you fucking slut?" Aerienne moans out, her voice still in that same sweet tone but now completely taken over by a wicked lilt as she pounds her cock into you, balls slapping forward against your crotch, her huge tits bouncing freely under her robes. "Walking around showing off that ass in those tight leather pants, trying to inflame my passions, fucking big-titted monk bitch!"\n\n"Cooooock," is your only reply, your eyes rolling up in your head, literally not a single other thought in your head other than how good it feels to have a big fat prick pounding your cunt and heavy overfull balls getting ready to empty themselves in you and give you a baby.\n\n"And you, you little temptress whore, you've been just asking to be knocked up for the entire year I know you, so now you can just wait for it, bitch!" Aerienne adds with lusty, breathless cheer as she pulls her fingers out of Yuli's pussy long enough to deliver a smack to that trim little ass before shoving them back in.\n\n"Yeeeeeee!" the mixed girl squeals, clenching her jaw briefly and clearly shuddering in a light orgasm at the spank, still wiggling and bucking her hips eagerly towards the cleric's roughly-thrusting fingers. "Diiiiiick!"\n\n"How do you like it, huh? Are you enjoying Aphora's lovely gift to me, you slut? Since you wanted it so badly, huh?" Aerienne growls in that pretty voice, grabbing your hair with the hand that's not fingerbanging the rogue. "Told you to keep your head but you wanted my holy cock, well now you're getting it, huh?" She leans forward, those thinly-covered tits pressing against your back as she drags her tongue up your neck, making you cum as she places a hot, sweet kiss just under your ear. You're not sure how, it's just an intense burst of pleasure that runs all the way from there down your entire body and explodes like a firework in your pussy, making you clench and squeeze and gush around the cleric's fat prick. \n\n'Breed breed babies breed babies cum prick dick cum breed,' your sorry excuse for a mind yammers as you fuck yourself back against Aerienne in a completely instinctive drive to copulate, to fulfill your ultimate biological obligation, any other thoughts or feelings or memories or concept of self shutting down and turning you into nothing but a hot needy hole leading to a fertile womb. And even that fades away into a complete, blank emptiness that's filled by nothing but orgasmic pleasure as your womb is similarly filled by cum, your sentience fading and your body rejoicing as your belly swells with the sheer amount of the load being poured into you, every single part of you knowing you've been knocked up.\n\nYou're left to slump to the floor, your arms at your sides and legs splayed, body twitching as cum dribbles out of your well-fucked, stretched cunt while Aerienne moves over to Yuli. Very faintly, you're aware of her slamfucking the petite mixed girl just as hard as she did you, that massive bulge looking even more obscene in the rogue's flat belly, going all the way up to between her pert little tits as the cleric does her best to breed her friend. Yuli mewls and yowls and drools animalistically, clearly having lost her mind even faster than you did, her eyes rolled and an utterly brainless smile on her lips as she's taken. When Aerienne fills her as she filled you, that flat tummy bulges up as if she were already a number of months pregnant, the little thief's eyes going pleasurably blank as she gurgles happily.\n\nThen you're being flopped over onto your back, Aerienne shoving your legs forward and moving atop you in, appropriately enough, a mating press. This time her cock squelches and splurts lewdly as she churns up the copious amount of her cum already stuffing you, your animalistic moans and grunts muffled as she kisses you as passionately and wickedly as she can, licking at the inside of your mouth and sucking your tongue in a wanton sexual orgy of oral-to-oral stimulation. Your fuck-animal level brain registers just how much Aerienne must love you because she's fucking you and using you so good and is trying so hard to make sure you're filled up with babies and then she's cumming in you again and swelling your belly up even more with all that thick potent cum. \n\nYou're fairly certain she fucks you several more times after that, but the last of your thinky-ness is gone and you just stop retaining any new information, it's all just happy-yay-fuck-breed. When you do eventually come back to yourself, you find you're laying naked (albeit covered in a sheet) in a bed next to the still unconscious Yuli. Blinking a few times, you sit up slowly, still feeling rather confused and blurry, but cognizant enough to wonder why you don't feel sore. ... Aphora's blessing, maybe? As if prompted by the thought, you hear a little embarrassed squeak from nearby and look over to see a red-faced Aerienne sitting nearby.\n\n"O-oh good, you're awake. Um... I'm really so sorry about everything," she murmurs, hanging her head. "I... I did my best to resist the lust in the aftermath of casting the spell, b-but... I was overcome."\n\n"What happened?" you ask, more in general than specifically, since she's already answered part of that.\n\n"Oh, um, if you mean how did we get back here, once the two of you passed out and I was able to calm down, I summoned a spectral steed to carry you both back to town. I got you cleaned up and in bed. But... I... w-well..." The cleric swallows hard, then sighs heavily. "I... seem to have impregnated you both. ... And turned you into my love slaves."\n\n"... Love slaves?" Vaguely recalling something that happened in the cave, you rise from the bed and make your way over to a plain mirror hung on the wall. It's not a very clear one, but you can still make out the little burning heart mark now emblazoned high on your neck where Aerienne kissed you earlier. The realization you've apparently been marked with some sort of divine enslavement rune should terrify and infuriate you but somehow it just... doesn't. You really don't feel particularly bothered. Which... is probably a part of the enslavement. Which, again, should... well. It's sort of a loop, isn't it?\n\n"I'm afraid I'd been resisting the goddess's urgings when I used such spells for quite some time," Aerienne admits with a sigh. "So when I gave in there was quite a lot of... buildup." She squirms a bit in place for a moment, then says, "I-I'll do my best to make everything right, of course! I'll take the children in, and... I'm not quite sure how to break the passionbond that's been placed on you, but if we journey to a city with one of Aphora's temples, perhaps I could uncover some clue there!"\n\n<hr>\n[[Well yeah, we need to do that!|GGMonkLS]]\n\n[[Nah, s'fine.|GGMonkLS]]

*<b>Main:</b> Rags-clad male fighter Eric can now try to make money by [[pickpocketing|EricMF9x8]].\n*<b>Main:</b> When playing with her new computer's VR, Cyan can try the [[data storage|GGVR1x3]] option.\n*<b>Main:</b> Jamie can agree to help [[Kowsumi|QOKeys3x5]] fix the ship.\n*<b>Main:</b> Buddy can assume the witch and catgirl trick-or-treaters are [[prostitutes|BuddyOct17x1]].\n*<b>Main:</b> Buddy can give Ciara some [[privacy until dinner|Ciara1x2]].\n-Update 2-\n*<b>Main:</b> Jamie can pick the [[body|QOBook3x1]] "unnatural powers" to look at in the magic book.\n-Update 3-\n* More with Buddy and the witch&cat.\n-Update 4-\n* <b>Main:</b> Wilma can [[agree|WilmaFun2x3]] to undergo the same process as Tanya in Bunzy's Bodacious Makeovers.

You had thought earlier about joining some adventurers, but that was a group of strangers in a tavern. You hadn't spoken to them and, well, they hadn't just saved your life (and possibly your soul). You do consider it a bit in silence, until the two of you emerge from the forest and onto a familiar path, the one that leads back towards town. "Alright," you answer. "I'll come with you and help you hunt monsters."\n\n"Infernal creatures," Jaina corrects evenly as the two of you walk along. "Of course there are some more typical 'monsters' involved from time to time, they're hard to avoid, but our focus is otherworldly beings. Especially seducers, corrupters, tempters, and that sort, like succubi and incubi. You'll learn to distinguish them, especially once I've begun teaching you the ways of Markala."\n\n"Markala's your... god?" you ask, taking a guess.\n\n"Goddess," she agrees easily enough, nodding and turning her head slightly, looking at you with her green eye. "Markala believes we should enjoy earthly pleasures, big and small. From the little pleasures of sitting in your garden and sipping tea or having a drink with your evening meal, to the great pleasures of feasting and making love. But that's why she considers the pleasure offered by the infernal an offense... it's not of this world, it's not meant for us, and it's an insult to what she offers us."\n\nYou've gotta admit, that seems like about the fairest and most reasonable setup for a religion you've heard so far in your life. "So you want me to start worshipping her? I don't think I have a problem with that."\n\n"Good," Jaina says, actually smiling now as you begin to approach the village. She seems a somewhat grim sort, so the smile being warm and winning is a pleasant surprise. "I'll be pleased to teach you her lessons. But, for now, buying you dinner will suffice."\n\nAt the tavern, you share a quiet dinner with Jaina, and borrow some paper and a pen from Jaina to write out a letter explaining your decision, leaving it with the owner for when someone from the monastery comes looking for you. In the morning, you wait for Jaina to return, the olive-skinned woman seeming just a bit rumpled when she does, but insists on setting out right away. Having purchased a serviceable (but not much more) horse and saddle for you, the two of you set off down the road. As you go, Jaina begins explaining the ways of her religion to you. They're really pretty simple... Markala wants you to have a good time with your life, to help others have a good time, though neither to excess because that just brings destruction. Her 'don't' list is pretty general but pretty short... don't ruin someone else's good time for petty reasons, don't be cruel, and when you have enough good times to share, you're encouraged to do so. You ask plenty of questions, most of which Jaina has good answers for, and even when she doesn't she never gets frustrated or vague or brushes them off, just allowing for the fact that she isn't enough of a priest to have all the answers and maybe you can find them together. You'd say that after several days on the road, you're pretty much converted in sincerity rather than just the 'Eh what the hell' approach you had before.\n\nEventually, you approach within viewing distance of your destination. The walls are high and made of white stone, with a number of buildings within rising above the level of the walls... those have an impressive variety of designs and substances making them up, and many different symbols and statues topping their spires and pillars and gables. "Holisti is a church-city," Jaina says as you guide your horses to the path leading to the front gate. "Any religion that promotes good, or at least the general welfare, is welcome to establish itself here. The walls are heavily warded and infused with the blessings of numerous gods... no evil creatures can enter, and any evil acts such as murder or assault are difficult to carry out."\n\n"Huh. I bet everyone would love to live in a place like that," you note.\n\n"Probably slightly less than you'd think. But yes, it is an attractive place to many." Jaina pauses in her explanation as the two of you approach the gate, and she has a quiet conversation with one of the guards, showing him the gold inlaid symbol on the back of one of her gloves. As the two of you head in over the cobblestone streets, which have a fair number of people milling about, she continues. "Most of us would like to share these benefits with as many people as possible, and in times of war we have indeed hosted many refugees. But if anyone who wished to was allowed to move into Holisti, the walls would soon be full to overbursting. The drainages and pipes would not be able to handle the amount of waste. Churches offering charity would empty their coffers trying to care for the poor and sick and there would still be many left wanting. There would not be enough space within the sanctified walls, making it impossible to build new churches, homes, or businesses very quickly. The sheer amount of people would make it harder for the wards to suppress aggression and crime, and eventually the safety, order, and plenty which drew all those people here would collapse."\n\n"Letting everyone into Heaven would turn it into Hell," you note dryly, shaking your head.\n\n"Heaven might be one thing, but this is the material world, and we have limitations. So yes, you either must be in direct service to a church, or pay a fee to come in. Those who have applied for permanent residency pay a fee every year. Of course many of them are merchants and shopkeeps that provide vital services to the churches, so there's little difficulty for them in paying the fee. For now I've vouched for you as an initiate... once you've passed the rite of entry for the church of Markala, you'll be able to apply for a pass that lets you come and go freely."\n\nYou blink, and wait until Jaina's made her way to the sidewalk and dismounted before you do the same, the two of you walking the horses as you approach a simple, but attractive building that looks more like a European mansion or private school than your idea of a church. "What sort of rite of entry?"\n\n"There are two versions. One is the rite of challenges... a series of tests to determine if your heart and mind are truly those of an adherant to the ways of Markala. Though if you fail any of them, you could never be anything more than a servant of the church. Which definitely isn't a bad life," she allows as the two of you make your way around to the side and hand the reins of your steeds to a crisply-dressed and happy-seeming stable girl. "You'd find it vastly more fulfilling than your monastery, I wager."\n\n"But I couldn't be your traveling companion."\n\n"No, afraid not, not after trying the rites and failing. There is another way, though it's not as conventional and doesn't see as much use, the rite of contribution."\n\n"Contribution?"\n\n"The rite of challenges is available to any follower of Markala, but you're applying to be a hunter of the infernal. We have to be a bit more practical by nature. If you could in some way contribute to that fight in a significant way, that would be proof enough." She pauses briefly at the front door, her hand resting on the door. "I actually chose to do both... I was very lost and in a lot of pain before I found Markala. I donated everything I had as the rite of contribution, and then did the rite of challenges anyway. The challenges can be... strange, and unclear, and make you doubt whether you're on the right track," she admits. "Though I'm not sure what you might have to contribute, no offense. But which do you think you'll choose...?"\n\n<hr>\n[[The rite of challenges.|GGMonk1x11]]\n\n[[The rite of contribution.|GGMonk]]

It's really the most obvious choice, you think with a grin, giving your big blue dick a squeeze. Once your parents were either out of the way or more inclined to be helpful, you'd not only be able to do as you liked whenever you liked while out and about, you could use the house as you liked as well. Always better to have the potential of a place to bring victims back to so that you can take your time and do as you like with them, you muse with a wicked smile as you milk some pre out onto your blue abs.\n\nLet's see, you could [[alter them away|GGFD]]... it's an interesting distinction between just changing their form, in fact. Altering someone away does do that, of course, changing them into something different, but it sort of makes them... looser... in reality. Other people are aware the person is gone, but find it hard to focus on them or think about them clearly enough to really wonder about it or consider that they should do something. Altering someone away also provides a sort of low-level continuous energy boost to the one who did it, so if you altered your parents away, it would make sense to then start altering other people away as well.\n\nAlternatively, you could just [[corrupt them into deviant sex addicts|GGFD]], absolutely willing and able to obey you, their new demon overlord, in all sorts of wicked degeneracy. Or take it a step further and make them into actual [[fuck demons|GGFD]] like yourself. It would take a bit more prepwork to gather some extra energy beforehand, but creating your own cabal of demons has a <i>lot</i> of appeal. World domination is certainly one potential outcome, nyehehehe!\n\nHm. Although speaking of changing the world. You slow your stroking of your prick to something more thoughtful. Certainly the mortal world has become... drab... and boring. There are all sorts of things like you laying just under the surface, sure, but they're kept under the surface by the relentlessly powerful perceptions of the dull populace. What if you started helping the supernatural in general make a bit of a comeback? It would take less work to just sort of spawn supernatural elements within your parents so that they could come out, and then begin making more of themselves, with you either "feeding" them more converts or making some more supernaturals as well. It wouldn't mean as much personal power for you in the end, which automatically ranks it lower to your demonic nature but... maybe a bit of the leftover hints of the real Cyan are influencing you, because [[plunging the world into a new age of supernaturals|GGFD]] just really sounds <i>fun</i>...

Well, you're not sure if there's really a difference between 'Spooky' and 'Goth', in your inexpert opinion, but whoever put the little jewelry displays together put two different ones in different places. (Possibly the girl behind the counter now? She looks a little on the broody side, other than her very normal sweatshirt.) But looking back and forth between them, you suppose there is a bit of a difference. The one you're standing in front of is more, well... it looks like something you'd wear to a Halloween party than something you'd wear to a concert, if you had to put it in any distinct way.\n\nYou decide to buy up the lot... a chain necklace with a cat's head pendant with gleaming yellow eyes, somewhere between intimidating and cute... a pair of earrings shaped like bats, and a pair of bracelets with a number of little pumpkin and witch hat and wand charms on them. The employee compliments you on the purchases and seems at least halfway sincere about it, and you take everything home and decide to try it on. It looks... cute! It's out of season, of course, but you actually think the spooky-ish style of it complements your rather wholesome looks nicely. You're overall very pleased!\n\nOver the next few months, you continue going around trying different places and accumulating similar items... you find you never get around to going to Things You Need, but there are plenty of other places that feature this style of jewelry. You even start wearing it to casual events and parties, and while people look a little droll over it, you just explain it's your 'thing' right now and that seems to be enough. Honey is happy that you're happy (and that your hobby is pretty low impact on his wallet, all things considered), so overall it's been a great idea! Honey was so thoughtful to suggest this!\n\nAnd then he proves himself even more thoughtful when he comes home one day, smiling and holding up a flip-top felt jewelry box that's about the size of a paperback novel. "Dear, come see what I got for you!" he says, though you're already only a few feet away.\n\nStill, you eagerly turn and rush over. "Oh Honey, a present?!"\n\n"A friend of mine found this for me and got me a really good deal on it... it seemed like your sort of thing, so," he says as he swings open the lid.\n\nYou gasp loudly and clasp your hands over your mouth. Oh it <i>is</i>! It <i>is</i> just your sort of thing! In fact it's a silver decoration shaped like a bat, just the general outline rather than any great amount of detail, but with a beautiful deep red stone set right in the middle, even the modest light of the kitchen seeming to make it glow. A glossy black ribbon with a simple slip-in clasp on the back has been attached to turn it into a choker, which is just daring enough that it puts a little color into your cheeks. You accept it happily, then look closer. "Oh my, Honey, I think it's real silver!"\n\n"It is, and a real gemstone too," he assures you. At your slightly worried expression he laughs and waves dismissively. "Don't worry, like I said, I got a really good deal, it's very old but it's also been bumping around from storage box to storage box for who-knows-how-long. I just thought you'd like it."\n\n"Oh, Honey, I love it!" you assure him, practically hugging the box to your chest. The fact that it's not even a special occasion actually makes it <i>more</i> special, as far as you're concerned, since it means he did it just because he could and knew it would make you happy! Honey is just the best!\n\nHe smiles, and leans in to peck you on the cheek. You could do with something more enthusiastic, but he has been working long hours lately and <i>is</i> very tired. "Do you want to try it on now...?"\n\n<hr>\n[[Yes, please!|Therpire1x1]]\n\n[[No, you'll wait for a special occasion.|Therpire]]

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

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

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

Your name is Theresa, a young bride and homemaker. Married for three years now, and you're still absolutely certain the honeymoon will never end! \n\nYou met your husband early on during college, and the two of you got married pretty much immediately after graduation. Both of you agreed that he'd work and you'd stay home to take care of the household and eventually, hopefully, raise the children. You were never <i>planning</i> anything quite so traditional, it just turned out that once the two of you were together, that wound up being what you both wanted. And you were kind of shocked at how happy it made you, really... turns out you just really enjoy keeping a tidy house, making meals, and looking after your Honey! (Your mother was a bit exasperated to discover your marriage home is rather cleaner than you ever kept your room when you were young.) \n\nYou have bright ginger hair, which you keep brushed straight and pulled into a little side ponytail. (Someone once told you that's "mom style" and maybe you're getting a little ahead of yourself but you like it.) Although nothing you do can seem to keep one tuft of it from escaping and sticking up from amidst the top of your head. You suppose your face is pretty cute? Though you were always surprised that people gave you so much attention, considering girls with glasses (yours being oval and red-rimmed) are not the most sought-after. One or two of your friends always insinuated it might have something to do with your chest, but that's silly. It's not nearly as big as that older girl Marei you grew up down the street from! <i>That's</i> a big chest! Besides, you tend to dress fairly conservatively, in neutral tones and long skirts, even if most shirts do fit you a bit tightly, admittedly.\n\n<img src=images/Theresa.png>\n\n"Honey! Welcome home!" Ahhhh... one of the best parts of your day!\n\nHm? Honey? Well he's the most gorgeous man in the world, obviously! Okay probably not objectively, since he's really pretty average in every single way if you looked at him with someone else's eyes... brown hair, brown eyes, average build. But you have your eyes and he's absolutely the best in those! Oh, his name? Well of course he has a <i>name</i>, don't be silly! It's, um... ... okay you do know his name, seriously, just that you <i>always</i> call him Honey. So look let's just stick with "Honey" and not worry about it, alright? Okay? Thank you.\n\nBut yes, you and Honey have been deliriously happy these last few years, living in a small house his parents helped him purchase. (Both of you avoided calling it a "starter" home for fear of jinxing it, but both of you were thinking it. Though again that's probably an old-fashioned concept... well, whatever, there's an extra bedroom so things will work out!) \n\nAlthough... Honey has seemed sort of nervous lately, like something's on his mind. Something he's not telling you about. Which bothers you for a variety of reasons. For a little while you leave it be, but as it continues you start applying gentle pressure to get him to tell you what's wrong. Eventually he cracks, coming clean and telling you...\n\n<hr>\n[[... he's gone into debt.|Ther1x1]]\n\n[[... he wants to get more adventurous sexually.|Ther]]\n\n[[... he wants to start trying for a baby.|Ther]]\n\n[[... he thinks you need a hobby.|Ther4x1]]\n\n[[... he's worried about you being home alone all the time.|Ther6x1]]

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

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

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

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

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

"Actually, I was just thinking that this'd be a good time for you to have a turn." You scoot to the side and gesture. "C'mon and lay down on the bed."\n\n"What?" She looks fairly shocked now, drawing back a little. "Er... but..."\n\n"C'mon, all you have to do this time is lay back and be a pillow princess for awhile. Seems to me that's not too hard a thing to do, considering."\n\nYou can see her waffle for about a second more before she gets up and climbs onto the bed, moving on all fours with her tits jiggling under her and her ass waving in the air before she turns and settles onto her back. Climbing after her, you move in above her, leaning in close to her face and enjoying her look of shock as it seems for a moment you might be about to kiss her, before you move down and kiss one of her nipples instead. You roll your tongue around it, then suck it into your mouth briefly, listening to her try not to make any noise in reaction. This is its own variety of power trip, too... making her feel good, even making her get off, even though you blackmailed her into this position and she doesn't even like girls.\n\nBut she definitely likes having her tits played with, and as you gently stroke at them and squeeze them with your hands, and use your mouth to lick and gently teeth at her nipples, she starts squirming, and making more and more of those just-barely-not-a-sounds. You make sure to occasionally work your shoulders around to rub your own tits against her belly, just so she can't forget who it is getting her all worked up. Then finally you slide down further, shifting onto your knees on the bed (nice she has such a big one, eh?), flicking your tongue into her bellybutton and causing her to make what you have to admit is a pretty cute squeak noise. And then you're between her legs, hooking your hands over her thighs as you drag your tongue up her slit, and watching her press a hand briefly over her mouth to stifle a gasp.\n\nSmirking, you get to work rolling your tongue, flicking it inside of her and stroking it against her inner walls. You might not have much enthusiasm for eating pussy on its own, but you have all the enthusiasm in the world for watching Karen try to resist the pleasure of being eaten out by a girl she hates. But she can't really hide the way her pussy gets progressively wetter as you lick her, especially once you start teasing her clit with your tongue, that making her hips give little jolts every so often. She bites down on her lower lip and clenches fistfuls of the comforter as you eat her out. "Ffffffuck," she murmurs through her teeth as she closes her eyes and twists her head, hips rising towards your mouth and her cute ass lifting off the bed.\n\nYou consider asking if your dad ever ate her out so good, but you've actually got a sort of enjoyable mood going here and you don't want to crash it. Instead you work your tongue around inside her a bit faster, bringing her little noises and writhing to a head, then suddenly give her clit a light nip with your teeth. That's enough to make her give a little cry and jerk her hips, actually giving a slight squirt against your face. Then she slumps on the bed, panting, her slightly glistening breasts heaving, her eyes glazed as she apparently tries to come to grips with what just happened.\n\nWhile she's doing that, you decide to get up and head into the bathroom, cleaning up a bit. When you come out, it looks like Karen's calmed down a little but she's still laying naked in bed, her head turning to watch you as you start pulling on your clothes. "Hm, I'd kinda like to do more, but like I said, don't want your parents walking in on us. So, when's a good time for you to keep making good on your debt, huh?" you ask, leaning forward and bracing your hands on the bed as you smirk down at her.\n\n"... Um..." She squirms, seeming torn between glaring at you and blushing. "... They're going out of town this weekend, sometime in the early afternoon," she admits after a few moments. "And they won't be back until Monday."\n\n"Oo, a whole weekend, nice. Well I will see you on Friday about five, then, let's do dinner here. You're buying," you add with a snicker, leaning down to blow a stream of air over one of her damp nipples and making her shiver. "Later," you add with a chirp and a wave as you turn and trot out.\n\nWell. That was productive. You made a straight girl eat you out, ate out a straight girl, and have now gotten said straight girl to invite you over for an entire weekend of debauchery. You're not worried about securing permission... your parents are pretty lenient with the sleepover requests, especially during summer. Besides, if it does start looking like they won't go for it, at the worst you can just pressure your dad with the evidence you gained. \n\nIn the end you don't have to go there, which is a relief... much better to save that play for if it's something <i>really</i> important someday. You're cleared to spend a weekend at a friend's, though you do notice your dad suppressing a funny look when you provide a name. (Heh, that's kind of fun all on its own.) Then you settle down to consider what to do on said weekend. Let's see... you've really gotten a taste for making Karen experience that mixture of pleasure and humiliation, and you kind of want to shoot for more of that. But how? On an obvious level, that means more fun, raunchy, wicked, orientation-bending sex... hm, to pull that off you might need some assistance. Like, "tools". \n\nOn a more subtle level, you could make her go somewhere with you and then go out and about, trying to be as pleasant a girlfriend as you can. That idea makes you giggle a lot to yourself just from picturing Karen's face during the outing... she made some pretty hilarious ones yesterday, you can only imagine the kind she'd make at trying to suppress her reactions in public.\n\nHm... you let your mind wander a little as your fingers lightly rub along the crotch of your panties, your gaze settled on the ceiling above your bed. Or... or you could go for something that would be the ultimate humiliating pleasure. And at the same time, give you <i>such</i> good blackmail material that she'd never, ever think about getting out from under your thumb again.\n\n<hr>\n[[Go out as girlfriends.|GGParent]]\n\n[[Get some toys.|GGParent3x9]]\n\n[[Go big time.|GGParent]]

Having Karen get you off was fun... and it was just as much fun to make her get off in spite of herself. That little bit of dominance and power play really got your own motor revving, and obviously the way to take that to the next level is to get some toys to do it with.\n\nHm, however, your age creates something of a... hurdle. Obviously the way to do it would just be to order the stuff online and lie your way past the age verification... but this poses the issue of whether the stuff would get here on time, and if your parents might notice something suspicious about the packages if they arrived when one of them was home. With the time crunch for your little weekend rendevous, you may need to go brick and mortar, which means lying your way past the real-life version of age verification. Settling down in front of your computer at home, you begin doing a little research.\n\nObviously you can't go to one of the chain stores... those are run by as rigid corporate rulesets as any Wal-Mart, maybe moreso, there's no way you could bluff the staff there into not checking your ID. So you need independently-owned, preferably just upscale enough that it won't be manned by some complete creep who'd see you and see a predation opportunity, but not so upscale that they, like the chain stores, are going to be rigid and businesslike about checking your age. After reading a lot of reviews, you settle on a place called 'The Hoard'. It's apparently 'warehousey' but clean, with a large selection and a polite, very discrete staff. It's also not too far away, which means you can get there on your own. Perfect!\n\nThe next day you wait for your parents to head out to work, and give a little bit of a buffer for them to be well on their way (as well as for it to be close enough to the store's opening time), before snagging your skateboard out of the garage and setting off, one of your larger messenger bags tucked behind you. It takes awhile, but you eventually arrive at the large brick building. Even from the outside it does give a bit of that 'warehouse' feeling, being fairly sizeable and square, utterly unremarkable, but then you guess it's a step up from sheet metal and rivets, which most of the other indie places looked to be made out of. Rather than a 'proper' sign, a large street art style mural is painted on the front wall and over the glass of the door, with 'The Hoard' spelled out in glittery golden paint. Hey, stylish. Coming to a stop and kicking up your board, you tuck it under your arm before walking in.\n\nThe inside seems pretty cavernous, lit only by rows of flourescent lights that have been tinted a faint golden color, making the occasional flicker seem almost like firelight. Rows and rows of shelves stretch out off to the side, bearing colorful boxes and a few display models in plastic cases. Directly ahead is the checkout counter, with a single person sitting behind it. She looks like she's in her twenties, and you definitely have to approve of her hairstyle... short, dark, tousled, with some purple thrown around the front. She's wearing a tight spandex top in shades of bright green, white, and black, which looks like it's a one-piece to judge by the way it leaves her hips visible and goes down the front of her crotch below her low-slung black jeans. She glances over towards you, grinning a little wryly at the sight of you.\n\n"Hi. Welcome to The Hoard. No offense, but are you sure it's okay for you to be in here...?"\n\n<hr>\n[[Lie.|GGParent3x10]]\n\n[[Tell the truth. Sort of.|GGKaren]]

<img src="images/Cybil.jpg">\n\nDean stares at the tablet like you knew he would, the tips of his ears turning pink. Huhuhu, though you already had the character mostly done, you deliberately added various factors to precisely tweak her to press Dean's buttons. For one thing, the gyaru color scheme of dark skin and blonde hair, since you know he's been voraciously devouring every gyaru-related scanlation manga he can find lately. For another, although you'd originally been drawing her naked, you added the sling bikini style outfit precisely because you know those get him going. The lewd pose of her crouching with her legs spread and showing off her large breasts, and the wings and tail and horns to play on his monster girl kink, are all just bonuses.\n\n"U-um... oh, okay, I mean... I didn't think... I didn't think you'd play a succubus," he murmurs, quickly ducking forward and focusing on his laptop screen, squirming a little as he types. "Um... um, I'm not sure if... you know, when you visit human settlements and things..."\n\n"Oh, don't worry, succubi can take an alternate form, remember? She can just become a human," you answer cheerfully, already prepared for that eventuality. "I mean, she probably won't change the way she dresses, but people are used to sorceresses going around mostly naked, right?"\n\n"I... I guess," Dean allows, squirming again and shooting you a quick nervous look... and actually blushing a bit more. Hm! Might he have just pictured you mostly (or all) naked? My my, you never thought he had the guts before! But after a moment he clears his throat and says, "Uh, well, so like, yeah, I said any race you wanted, so that's probably, you know. Fine. Um, so let's get started. Are you ready?"\n\n"Mhm," you answer, extending the tablet's back prop and setting it on the table so that the screen's pointed in his general direction, leaving the art on display (and its subject constantly displaying herself to Dean).\n\nObviously trying not to glance at the art every few seconds and succeeding about half the time, Dean clears his throat again before he says, "Alright, so! You're out wandering the countryside in search of adventure..." He pauses briefly and glances at you, as if worried you might protest him declaring your intentions on principle, but at your serene nod he continues. "So you're out wandering the countryside in search of adventure, and you come across a farmstead that's just... completely trashed. The fields are messed up, the house has smashed walls, you can see a dead horse laying in the field," he continues, obviously starting to relax a bit more as he focuses on telling the gruesome tale of your discovery.\n\nYou go through the process of investigating the house a bit and not finding anything other than wanton destruction, before declaring that you continue on. Dean describes your short journey to a village (pausing and looking at you expectantly until you say you've disguised yourself as human before arrival), where you're greeted by a small crowd and 'what's obviously the village elder'. "Recognizing you as an adventurer, the village elder implores you to help them. It seems a tribe of trolls has recently arrived in the area and begun terrorizing the farmsteads beyond the village proper. Without warning they arrive and rampage around the grounds, tearing up the crops, killing livestock, destroying buildings, and carrying off any unfortunate farmer and their family that isn't killed in the violence. They don't know if any of the taken people are still alive, but they hope that if any are, you'll be able to bring them back. The elder says that they're a poor village but that if you help them they'll give you whatever they can as a reward. What do you do?"\n\n<hr>\n[["I agree to help them."|CyanDDD1x3]]\n\n[["I agree to help them." (Sexily.)|CyanDDD]]\n\n[["I suck off the elder."|CyanDDD]]

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

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

"Listen, this is a bad place to go over this. Don't want anyone to overhear, right?" At her frantic headshaking, you grin. "Right, exactly. So when's your next day off?"\n\n"T-tomorrow," she whispers, now staring down at her shoes as if afraid of looking at your face.\n\n"Good. We'll meet at, say, your place. About ten in the morning. So! ... Address?"\n\nYou have to admit to getting off on the powertrip a little bit of listening to her obediently rattle off her address, which you record in your phone. Bidding her a cheerful goodbye, you turn and head out, deciding to catch an afternoon movie before returning home. Your cheer at your newfound power over one of the school's elite lets you keep up a bright manner once you get home, though admittedly it's bolstered by the fact that you could fairly easily do the same thing to your father if necessary. The whole matter of his infidelity just seems secondary to what it's enabled, at this point... honestly, you're half wondering how you could manage to repeat this process with some of the other girls he apparently fucks from time to time.\n\nThe next morning, you shower and select actually clean clothes before heading over to Karen's. Don't want to look grungy in front of your new "friend"! You follow your phone's walking GPS directions to the address, and admit to being impressed as it comes into view... dang, and she's working in the phone store? She must either be doing it just because her parents demanded that she get <i>some</i> sort of job, or she's just really dilligent about earning her own spending money, or something.\n\nThis definitely bodes well for a lot of possibilities. You trot up to the door and ring the bell, wondering if a maid or a butler or someone will answer. (Which may be being slightly unfair... you live in a really nice two-story house too, which some of your own friends have jokingly called a 'mansion', but you still have to answer your own door.) Indeed, when the door opens, it's a scowling Karen that does so, wearing a pair of denim cutoffs and a white shirt capped with blue at the shoulders. She's obviously had a night to brood on her situation and has found a little spine, since she glares openly at you before stepping back and gesturing. "Come in. I guess."\n\n"Thankya," you chirp cheerfully, imagining you can hear her teeth grinding together at your apparent happiness. You stop in the foyer and glance around. "So, your parents around, or...?"\n\n"They're out for the day," she grumbles, closing the door and folding her arms over her fairly generous chest, still glaring at you.\n\n"Works for me. Why don't we go on up to your room?"\n\nShe looks like she's thinking about refusing, but after a moment just sighs and turns to head up the stairs, with you tagging along behind her. She shows you the way to a room that, well, is much girlier than yours. Not like pink ruffles everywhere and a princess bed, but it does have a hot pink Macbook on a fairly standard wooden desk with a big mirror with printouts of selfies of her and her friends taped to it, stuffed animals arranged on top of the dresser, the bedspread's all floral and immaculately made, stuff like that. Without being invited, you walk over to sit down on the side of the bed and toe out of your sneakers, pretending not to notice her glowering at you.\n\n"So when you've gotten... whatever you want," she starts slowly. "You'll, like... you'll delete that video, right?" She looks away, her face coloring.\n\n<hr>\n[[Yes, once she's made good on your demands, you'll get rid of the video.|GGKaren]]\n\n[[Nope, never.|GGParent3x6]]

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

You decide to check out Deviville's latest "urban renewal" or whatever they want to call it. They spent all that money, may as well see what they spent it on.\n\nAs you expected, it's a lot of whites and tans. Honestly a lot of the stylings make most of the storefronts look sort of like sized-up dollhouses, with their unnecessary white columns and beige or pastel stucco. There's lots of "precious" little places like 'Marjorie's Bridal' with lacy white curtains in the window or 'Sweetie's Tea' with colorful teacups painted on the glass. Basically a lot of stuff that's destined to look dated and tired within the decade and make the streets look less like "big city shopping" and more like "little town trying too hard". Way to go, Deviville city council. Oh well, at least it's not all bad... you can spot a few places that look like they're worth checking out anyway.\n\n<b>[[Tandy's Candy|GGCandyStart]]</b> - Catchy, if a little cutesy. Still, the front window is taken up almost entirely by large displays of shiny candy, and the markerboard outside promises multiple sorts of confection at grand opening prices. Tempting, tempting.\n\n<b>[[Lingerie For All Occasions|GGLingStart]]</b> - Hm. Some of your stuff has been getting a little bit worn and... well, worn <i>through</i> in a few places, honestly. And from the display in the window it looks like it's not all about the granny panties and orthopedic bras that you might expect from the frou-frou look of the storefronts.\n\n<b>[[Art de Triumph|GGArtStart]]</b> - Some sort of art gallery, it looks like. Pretty big place, practically a small art museum. Your own taste in art tends to run more towards game posters and anime wall scrolls, but it's probably air-conditioned as well as cultured inside, nice way to kill some time probably.\n\n<b>[[Stuff You Need|GGStuffStart]]</b> - Huh, you don't remember that place, it must be new. Though it looks old. Well, as old as any of the places look after the makeover, though those sort of secondhand/not-quite-antique stores kind of automatically look old somehow, don't they?

"Eh?" Dean almost squeaks.\n\n"'I need a servant,'" you continue to coo as Cybil, making Dean squirm even more at the slightly sensually-toned emphasis you put on 'servant'. "'Someone to carry bags, hold torches, watch my property, yanno, all that stuff. And I want a cute boy from the village.'"\n\n"Um... uh... I... I don't think you could... ask for a <i>person</i> as... reasonable payment," Dean stammers, looking rather helplessly at his screen.\n\n"Oh, nah, I looked it up already," you chirp in your normal voice and manner, the abrupt change looking like it's flummoxed Dean a bit further. You point at your own laptop screen as you say, "This outlines a gold cost to hire a servant that replicates the cost of taking feats that give you companions like Leadership. Now it's way more than what they're offering to pay, but besides the fact that I'm not asking for someone two levels below me or all the other followers Leadership comes with, and that the contract they signed could allow me to ask for considerably more than they're offering, that seems pretty fair."\n\nDean just sits there opening and closing his mouth a few times, clearly trying to shoo away all the sex fog from his brain enough to think (and not seeming to have a lot of luck). Eventually though he manages to faintly ask for the pages and books you're referencing, clicking for a bit to bring them up, and then staring before finally looking at you and shrugging helplessly. "Um. Yeah. Okay."\n\n"Oh cool," you say, grinning in what you hope isn't too predatory a fashion. "So what kind of boy do I get? Remember, he has to be cute, she said that," you add in a reasonable tone of voice.\n\n"Oh. Right. Uh, well, I, I guess they talk about it for a bit but since it's like... indenture or whatever... they pick out a teenage boy from the village. Um... what features... would you think are cute?" he murmurs, clearly having given up (at least to some extent) trying to have any control over these proceedings.\n\n"Ohhhhh... I dunno... I guess kind of on the short side... really light hair... maybe a bit on the pale side himself... maybe... grrrreen eyes," you add, rolling your R to drag out what color you might be about to say.\n\n"Short, light hair, pale, gr-" Dean murmurs, typing briefly as he starts making notes, then jerking to a halt and staring at the screen. His face goes red again as he freezes, biting his lower lip and peeking shyly up at you, before clearing his throat with another near-squeak and completing, "<i>Green</i> eyes."\n\n"Mm-hmmm."\n\n"Y-yeah, okay, um... there's a boy like that, his name is-" Obvious emptybrain is obvious. "Um... Reen... uh... ... Rina?"\n\n"Rina?" you blurt, almost shaken out of the little spell of arousal that had fallen over the two of you by a short blurt of laughter.\n\nDean flushes, now from embarrassment and a bit of huffiness, but apparently you have managed to aggravate his thoroughly buried stubborn streak. "He... well, he's named after his... grandmother! His parents... were really insistent!" he stammers, then subsides into a mildly sullen look.\n\nDoing your best to control your laughter, you clear your throat. "Well, it's good. 'Rina is, like, a tooootally cute name for a boy,'" you coo in Cybil's voice, Dean's face (and ears) going pink again. "Well! So once he's got his things, we'll set off!"\n\n"Ah, r-right... you'll... set off... I guess towards the next village," Dean murmurs, clearly trying to collect himself again. "I... guess not much happens immediately, because... ah, well, what are you gonna tell him... R-Rina... about... y'know?"\n\n"Well, once we've made camp for the night, I think I'll go ahead and show him everything," you reply breezily, though with a grin that causes another wash of pink across Dean's features. "I'll of course explain that I'm not going to harm him... 'Like, I'm totally not a mean or cruel succubus, yanno?'"\n\n"A-ah." Dean shivers a bit at just how <i>cute</i> you made Cybil sound that time, clearing his throat quickly. "Oh, I guess roll for... no, that's pointless," he mutters, clearly knowing that with your Charisma score rolling against someone who has, at best, a coupld of levels in Commoner is just wasting time. "He, w-well, he believes you and... well, he believes you," he murmurs, clearly a bit too overstimulated to really think of proper roleplaying. "S-so... what do you do then?"\n\nYou spend all of two heartbeats weighing whether to proceed with this before smirking and saying, "First I'll get him thoroughly cleaned up with Prestidigitation. Then... I use Disguise Other."\n\n"Er?" Dean blinks.\n\n"It lets me change someone's clothes and armor among other things, and it lasts ten minutes a level, so I should be able to get a pretty good duration out of it, plus even if it starts to run out I can just recast it, it's just second level," you explain in that same breezy, steamrolling tone. "But also since it's magical clothing I don't have to worry about cost or how this world would manufacture it, soooo..."\n\nYou lower your head a bit, locking eyes with Dean, and not quite using your Cybil voice... instead you let your own voice turn into a bit of a purr as you say, "I put... Rina... in a pair of soft pink satin panties that hug right up against his body, all snug and soft against his skin. And a pretty white silk blouse, cut to accentuate the slenderness of his shoulders, with little bits of lace... and a black ribbon choker around his neck, hugged just tight enough he can always feel it," you continue, brushing a fingertip down the front of your own throat and seeing him swallow hard. "A short little corset right around his middle... not too wide or too tight, just enough to snug his waist in, accentuate his hips... and a frilly black skirt trimmed with lace, to go with his lace-topped black thighhigh stockings and shiny black leather pumps, to really make him look like a high-class young lady. A bit of makeup, of course, to complete the appearance."\n\nDean's mouth opens and closes silently. It's very clear from the way he can't look away, and from the way he's squirming gently in place, that he was picturing himself being dressed up as you described every bit of the way, and is now sitting there practically feeling all that satin and silk on his body. He swallows hard again, and finally manages to whisper. "And then...?"\n\n"And then..."\n\n<hr>\n[["... I make him my slave."|CyanDDD]]\n\n[["... I make him my familiar."|CyanDDD]]\n\n[["... I suck him for hours."|CyanDDD]]\n\n[["... I use Polymorph Any Object."|CyanDDD]]\n\n[["... I use Transmute Object."|CyanDDD]]

Oh yeah, you've got way more to hold over his head, after all. Still, you definitely want to be sure that if you're going to pull this off, you have him caught ironclad. The voice and the view of him is already pretty good, but you spend a bit longer filming, using the zoom to get as close to a view of his face as you can, then panning down his body to where he's pumping away at Karen, his cock obviously actually inside her, spreading open her dripping teenage cunt as he pumps into her. Then you carefully pull back, still filming... want to keep the footage as unbroken as possible, after all. You step back from the door and glance around... oh good, the girls' bathroom is in view of the storeroom! You step over to it and slip inside, keeping the door open enough that you can still film the door of the storeroom from it.\n\nAfter several minutes, your father steps out into full view and, like a blessing from the evidence gods, visibly zips up before walking out into the store. Karen follows after a moment later, sweaty and flushed with rumpled hair, adjusting her own pants a little and making sure her shirt's tucked in before she follows after. You stop the video and click the power button to close your phone, slipping it into your pocket. You've got pretty much all the evidence you need, you think. You listen to them putting on the act of just employee and customer as they finish up transferring data to the phone, and you listen for the jingle of the door opening and closing. You wait another minute or two before slipping out of the bathroom and peeking around the corner... when Karen's busy checking her phone camera to see how her makeup is, you dart to the door and out, catching her jerking in surprise out of the corner of her eye. Oh, that should give her a few sleepless nights! Not that you mind, though you kind of hope she doesn't warn your dad that someone might have seen... you want to see the look on his face when it's a complete surprise!\n\nYou kick around for a few more hours in the general area... don't want to interrupt what's going on at home. (You gotta hand it to your old man, warming up for a nooner with the wife by fucking a member of the high school student council is a pretty baller move.) When you do get home, everything seems perfectly normal... warm chatting, asking about your day, yakking about current events over dinner. You keep watching your father for any hint of nervousness that might indicate he's been tipped off, or maybe just feeling guilty, but he's completely smooth. Boy you hope you inherited that... of course, since no one ever asks you if something's wrong or up, you suppose maybe you did!\n\nYou spend the next few days preparing. You're going to want just the right moment for this, and when it happens you want to be prepared. So you spend some time burning a few DVDs and hiding copies in a few different places, making some encrypted cloud backups, that kind of thing, since hey, you doubt your dad's going to pull some sort of mobster crap on you, but you can never be too careful. And it's less than a week before your opportunity comes when you come downstairs late one morning to find your father sitting at the table in his robe and pajama pants, reading the paper. You do a quick glance around, then pad over to the counter... you're barefoot, but in jeans and t-shirt as usual. "Hey Dad," you chirp, snagging a cereal bar from the box of them. "Staying home today?"\n\n"Thought I'd take it easy, yeah," he answers, flashing you a grin.\n\n'Probably got a date to fuck one of the girls down the block,' you think, rather smugly. "Oh, hey, that's cool. Hey, I got this great new movie I think you'd like, wanna watch it together?"\n\n"What is it?" he asks, curious now as he closes the paper.\n\n"S'a surprise!" you chirp, beaming. "Hit the couch and I'll go get it!"\n\n"Little early for a movie, but if you're that eager," he says with a tolerant chuckle, getting up and tucking the paper under his arm.\n\nYou try not to run as you head upstairs and snag one of the DVDs you made, coming back down to find him sitting on the couch in front of the TV, still perusing the visible part of the folded-up newspaper. Still acting casual, you tuck the disk into the player and snag the remote, standing by the couch as you hit the tray control, this version of the video set to autoplay from a certain point.\n\n<i>"God I love fucking you little teenage sluts, I've lost count of all of you I've caught gagging for this big married dick!"</i>\n\nYour father's head abruptly snaps up from the paper, his eyes wide as he watches the somewhat grainy video of himself pounding Karen from behind. His face turns a rather interesting color... you think he's trying to go pale and flush at the same time. He opens and closes his mouth a few times, then looks up at you, realization fully sinking in at the sight of his smirk. He tries to snatch the remote, but you lift it away. "Hey hey hey, cat's already out of the bag, that won't help!"\n\n"Turn it off," he demands hoarsely.\n\nYou hit 'Pause' instead, freeze-framing the video on a closeup of his cock buried in Karen's pussy, balls swinging forward to smack against her crotch. "I've got lots of copies ready to go, wouldn't be hard to get one to Mom, even at work," you announce cheerfully as you settle in to sit on the arm of one of the nearby easy chairs. \n\n"... Since you haven't sent them," he says in a strained voice, glancing at the screen before looking back to you. "I assume you... want something in return for keeping this quiet?"\n\n<hr>\n[[You'll take a payoff.|GGParent]]\n\n[[You'll ask for the sky!|GGParent9x2]]\n\n[[You'll have what she's having.|GGParent12x1]]

You take a breath and remember what the woman in the weird suit-armor-thing said... plus, what kind of petty idiot goes off on random assholes on the street just for having verbal diarrhea. Are you trying to get a passing bus to applaud? You just continue on your way, ignoring the few more catcalls and comments from the boy and his friends until they give up and stop bothering you.\n\n"Oh, it breaks my heart to see young men acting like that."\n\nYou almost jump again at that voice, turning slightly and spotting a balding man slightly taller than you, wearing a suit and expensive overcoat... and a monocle! It's the serial killer! He smiles ingratiatingly at you. "I'm so sorry that you had to put up with that, young lady." He brings his hand up and reaches it into his coat, and you feel panic grip you, some part of your mind screaming that he's going for a weapon. Your eyes dart around, but you can't see your supposed protector anywhere... has she abandoned you?!\n\n<hr>\n[[Run!|Kyoko3x1]]\n\n[[Stay calm! Stick to the plan!|Kyoko1x9]]

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You are Celeste, a thirty-two-year-old woman. You have dishwater blonde hair, dark blue eyes, and a decent body (primarily your big boobs and round hips), though you've gotten a tad on the skinny side lately due to your circumstances. The company you were working for closed its doors due to... well, let's just blame "the economy", that works for everything else. Suddenly you were out on your ass, your savings quickly dwindling to nothing, and new potential employers not terribly impressed with your job experience.\n\nAnd so you sit in your car (which is also currently your apartment), mooching off of a coffee shop's free wifi to check your email. Luckily, it looks like there are several avenues for some quick cash, which you really need just about now.\n\nThere's a position as a <b>Security Guard</b> at [[Fast Felipe's Fiesta Funhouse|CelFiestaStart]]. No experience required, walk-ins welcome. Minimum wage plus $100 per week, payment at the end of the week. (And heck, at this point even leftover cardboard tacos sound kind of good, you can't imagine they'd grudge you a few.) The hours are in the dead of night, but it's not like you have a social life anymore.\n\nMore dodgy is a position as a <b>"Testing Participant"</b> at a place called [[AppAssure Industries|CelAppStart]]. They're very solicitous about how it's worded, but as far as you can tell it still boils down to "human lab rat". On the other hand, the minimum pay would be enough to get you several months of rent, and it talks about "generous bonuses" as well. It's enticing enough that a little risk of your hair falling out might be worth it.\n\nEven dodgier than that is an email with no letterhead and a domain origin from a free email service you honestly thought had been discontinued about ten years ago or more. It's for an "[[Executive Assistant|CelCult1x1]]" position at an "Independent Spiritual Development Center". ... Uh-huh. It's sending up all sorts of red flags... the only reason you don't just delete it with prejudice is that the tone is vaguely desperate, it's 'start immediately', and apparently comes with free room and board. Admittedly, the allure of almost certainly 100% getting to sleep in a bed tonight is making you want to pretend those red flags are maybe just dark pink...\n\nThere are also several [[pizza delivery|CelPizzaStart]] jobs available. Not exactly super dignified work but you guess it's marginally better than being a guinea pig or... worse. Your main barrier for entry is that a lot of places expect you to pay for your own gas until your first paycheck, when they'll reimburse you (maybe), and out of the applications you've sorted through only a few that don't have that.\n\nNext is a pair of jobs that you're mostly leery about because in your current situation you're less sure of your ability to get them, and they're not really the "quick cash" sorts. Still, the allure of potential long-term employment and normality is strong. One is at a place called [[TrainInc.|CelOfficeStart]], an office job at the headquarters of a company that... trains people to do office jobs. It's a temp-to-permanent sort of thing, but if you could land it, it would definitely pay more and be more stable than anything else. The other is that a [[local TV station|CelTVStart]] is hiring... ah, actually it looks like it's a major local station that's been converted into a subscription streaming service that brags of using the station's facilities to create new daily content as well as various TV shows (y'know, like a TV station). Well, the world she is a-changing, after all. The note says they're interviewing for a "wide variety of positions" so it's not like they're just looking for on-air talent, you might be able to get some sort of position as like a coffee girl, make a few decent paychecks, and work your way up.\n\nOf course, those are all the kind of upright jobs... or at least upright enough on the surface to be listed in the nice, regular, everyday job listings you get emailed to you from nice, regular, everyday job sites. You may have possibly gotten a link from a friend of yours to a site that does [[grey-to-black market|CelesteCrimeStart]] job listings. Things that are quasi-legal or possibly just straight-up illegal, but then, those are almost certainly going to pay better, or at least faster, than many of the options you're seeing here. And probably be more up-front about what they're asking.

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

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

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

Yeah, maybe just some messing about, until and unless his dad gets home, and then... well, maybe see what happens there, too?\n\nGrinning at the idea, you sort of nudge things so that the two of you wind up sitting on the couch. Keith looks a bit surprised when you sit down right next to him, but not enough to say anything about it. You don't want to just pounce, after all, since you're not wanting to leap right into full-fledged fucking. Instead you just continue to chat with him about various games and anime and other nerd crap, while subtly leaning in, occasionally letting your chest brush or press against him and making him blush and squirm a little, or subtly scooting up until your hip is pressed against his and your legs are along each other.\n\nFinally though you casually lay a hand on his thigh and start rubbing slowly up and down. Keith stiffens... in more ways than one... but doesn't immediately say anything, instead just sort of trailing off into stammering and trying to complete what he was saying about the latest chapters of One Piece. Clearly he can't quite figure out if he's even supposed to notice what you're doing and is thus unable to figure out how to say anything about it... which you find both hilarious and kind of cute. So you just grin at him as he continues to splutter and try to figure it out... before sliding your hand a bit further up and giving his stiff prick a gentle squeeze through the thin material of the pants.\n\n"F-fuck!" he yips, jumping in place and not <i>quite</i> pulling away, just sort of leaning his head back and staring. "Cyan, what are you mmf," he interrupts himself as you give his cock a small squeeze.\n\n"I kinda thought we might do something more fun than just yak about anime all day, is all," you say with a little snicker.\n\n"But... we're cousins," Keith says a little weakly. A protest that would have more weight if you couldn't feel his cock give a hard twitch in your hand as he said it.\n\n"Well it's not like I'm suggesting we get married and move on down to th' Holler," you reply teasingly, leaning in to nuzzle at his neck with a noticeable lack of protest as you shift your grip, pressing the cloth of the loose pants around his cock and starting to stroke slowly, making him moan loudly again. "I just wanna fool around a little. C'mon, you can touch me too," you add in a coo.\n\nThat definitely seems to give him pause, his breath coming in soft, shuddery rasps as a damp spot begins to show on the cloth pressing to the crown of his prick. But after only a second or so of hesitation he turns towards you, bringing up a slightly shaky hand to cup one of your breasts and squeeze tentatively. At the low, encouraging moan you give, he starts kneading slowly, clearly a bit in awe of the feel of it. After that, it doesn't take much urging for him to lean his head down and start kissing you, the two of you twining your tongues together as you fondle one another. \n\nAfter a bit you slip your hand into the fly of his pants, the sole button leaving a gap wide enough it might as well not be there. Keith jumps just a little as you cup his balls, apparently a bit shocked and slightly worried, but quickly settles as your fondling proves gentle and obviously pleasurable. His dick, still with the tented cloth pressed around it from your hand, sways and moves above his crotch as he continues squeezing your breast, now and then moving from one to the other.\n\nHe definitely looks disappointed when you draw slightly away, although also slightly relieved... and the intensity of those jumbles as he watches you undo your jeans and lift your hips to slide out of them, revealing your very pretty cyan satin panties with black accents, sliding them down to push them (as well as your shoes and socks) off. He bites his lower lip a bit as you reach over to snag the waistband of his pants next, glancing guiltily both at you and towards the front door. "Um... what if we go past... 'fooling around'?" he asks nervously, even as he does lift his hips and let you pull the pants down, his slender but lengthy prick finally springing free and wobbling at an angle towards his belly.\n\n"I brought condoms, it's fine," you assure him breezily, giggling a bit as a drop of pre visibly wells up at his tip at the words, apparently finding the idea that you either planned this (or that you'd just carry condoms) a bit of a turnon. No need to tell him just now that you brought them in case his dad wanted to use them to fuck you. Any other objections he might have melt away as you pull off your shirt, revealing your lack of a bra and letting him finally get his hands on your tits directly.\n\nYou resume the kiss, as well as fondling and stroking him directly now, with Keith's hand wandering between squeezing your breasts and moving down to rub your pussy through your panties, uncertainly at first but with more confidence as you moan and spread your legs for him. Soon the crotch of your panties is wet and sticking to you, and you're having to repeatedly slow down the strokes of your hand as your cousin starts making noises and throbbing in your hand like he's getting close. You can tell he's getting antsy from being edged repeatedly, but that's... kind of what you're going for. It's super cute, among other things~.\n\nJust as you've got him drawing close again, you hear your phone bleep with its text tone. Breaking the kiss, you murmur "One sec" and turn away, leaning down to extract your cell from your jeans, Keith huffing in mild aggravation and leaning back on the couch, closing his eyes. All the better since it helps make sure he doesn't see that the text is from his dad, telling you that he'll be there soon, along with a few suggestions of what he wants to do to you in the soundproof, lockable basement when he gets there. \n\n<hr>\n[[Tell your uncle what fun you're already having.|GGUncle]]\n\n[[Finish Keith off and send him away.|GGUncle]]\n\n[[Edge Keith again then ditch him.|GGUncle]]

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

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

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

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

"Uh... we... we were trying to get a look at Lord Mako!" you blurt, your mind latching onto the first sort of half-truth it can find.\n\n"Oh? An interesting admission," Ji Kulao notes, but he seems interested enough to at least give you time to gather your wits as you get to your feet, watching as both you and Sandra rise, the blonde doing her best to watch all of you suspiciously. "And you think this will earn you leniency?"\n\n"No, it's just... I'm sorry about trespassing, really I am, I mean we are but... Sandra here, she told me about the rumors of... well," you glance at the monstrous dragon-man briefly, doing your best to let your expression convey awe rather than fear. (Which isn't too hard... he's admittedly pretty impressive, if he weren't so terrifyingly strange and real.) "And she told me all these rumors about how he was powerful, and strong, and..." You trail off, giving Sandra a light nudge in the side.\n\n"Attractive," she blurts as she's jostled. You resist the urge to shoot her a 'seriously?!' look, and can somehow sense the mental shrug she gives you in response.\n\n"So you sought me out to become my concubines, then?" Mako rumbles, his chuckle like thunder booming in the distance.\n\n"Ah, I mean... I'd never presume," you stammer, flummoxed a little by that one.\n\n"Yeah, we'd definitely never presume," Sandra hastens to add, shaking her head.\n\n"Oh, your presumption is forgiven, little ones," Mako growls, giving both of you a very toothy smile that you can't help but wince at. "You are attractive enough, for humans. Very well, I will grant your wishes and take you both into my bed."\n\nSmirking at your stunned expressions, Ji Kulao claps his hands twice. Immediately a number of servants in loose, wide-sleeved white shirts, and all with sort of generic, forgettable faces, come rushing in, the men gathering around you and looking at you with bland expressions. "Take Miss Brig and Miss Kane to the bath chamber and ready them for Lord Mako's use," the old man announces.\n\nYou don't like the sound of that... but you somehow don't think you could take all of these guys <i>and</i> the massive four-armed monster standing there clearly waiting for you to resist. So instead you force a smile, and turn to walk along beside Sandra as the group of servants lead you down the hall. You're shown into a large stone room with several rectangular pools of steaming water and little else in the way of amenities, before the mean turn back towards you, three of them moving towards you and three towards Sandra.\n\n"Hey, back off!" the blonde snaps, a hand going to the knife at her belt as you raise your fists. "... We can undress ourselves!" she adds, apparently trying to salvage the cover story you've made up.\n\n"But we have been ordered to prepare you. Unless, of course, it is a lie that you wish to serve Lord Mako," one of the men says with a sneer, all of them chuckling.\n\nBoth of you hesitate, then lower your hands, and you can see from the tightness in her jaw that Sandra must be grinding her teeth just like you are. But you're forced to allow the white-garbed servants to step in and undress you, though at least they're mildly professional about it... their hands don't wander as they peel your shirt off, undo your pants and remove them and your panties, even tug your shoes and socks off your feet. Once the two of you are naked, faces flushed, some of the men return from the side with what looks like armfuls of jewelry. You're again forced not to punch them like you want to as they fasten golden bracers around your forearms, thin gold chains around your waist, little golden anklets, and finally a golden choker-collar with a sapphire in the center, Sandra's matching one sporting a ruby. \n\n"Cleanse yourselves, then go through that passage there," one of the servants says, gesturing to an archway at one side of the bath area. "It will take you to your lord." Then the six of them retreat, shutting the doors after them.\n\nSandra immediately whirls towards you, her bare breasts shaking with the motion. "You idiot! This is all your fault!"\n\n"My fault?!" you hiss back, clenching your fists.\n\n"You went and tossed me like an idiot, and then you come up with this cockamamie story about how we're <i>admirers</i> of an interdimensional warlord! And now we're both attired like pleasure slaves out of some bad movie!" she snaps, stepping closer and jabbing a finger at your chin.\n\nLeaning forward until your nose almost touches hers, you growl back, "Listen, if you hadn't grabbed a <i>trained fighter</i> out of nowhere with no warning, they would never have known we were there, and <i>you</i> were the one who said we came to see him because he was so <i>attractive</i>!"\n\nSandra's lips pull back from her teeth... then she visibly reins herself in, raising a hand as she steps back. "Look, look, let's... okay, we both screwed this up." She sighs. "But this is the situation we're in. They took our clothes... which means they also took all my weapons and my GPS. There's no doubt they're waiting outside that door, probably about doubled in number by now. We have to figure another way out." She turns and paces towards the bath area, toned butt flexing with her steps. Then she leans forward, squinting into the water as her strong thighs frame her pussy. "Look... there's some sort of grate under the water on this side. The bars are pretty far apart, shouldn't be a big deal to fit through them or force one out of place. From what I know of this style of architecture, this will lead down and then to either some sort of tunnel systems used as a natural sewer, or to the ocean. Either way, better than having to spend the night as that bastard's... companions," she finishes in a mutter, standing and turning to face you again.\n\n<hr>\n[[Agree to escape.|HellKore]]\n\n[[She should escape, you'll stay as a distraction.|HellKore12x1]]\n\n[[You have to go through with it.|HellKore10x3]]

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

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

"Gross!" you squeal, jerking your hand away from her and taking a few steps back. "Why do you even <i>have</i> a dick?! That's, that's not right! I would <i>never</i>!"\n\n"Ehhh? Aw, c'mooon," Monki almost whines. "Are you sayin' you'll never wanna-"\n\n"No, never!" you insist firmly, glowering at her. "And we're, we're gonna get you some pants or something the first opportunity!"\n\nHer face flushes in a seeming mixture of embarrassment and annoyance at that, which only gets worse as her still-trapped siblings start snickering. "... Fine," she grumbles, turning away and folding her arms. "Is what it is, then. Well, whaddya want me to do?"\n\n"I need to raise my level." At her blank look, you think for a minute before trying, "Become more powerful?"\n\n"Oh, yeah, I guess I know about that. Well, guessin' you probably don't wanna train for years an' years or whatever, so we should prolly go lookin' for some enemies with powerful stuff to steal. ... Problem is it's been so long I've kinda lost my sense of where I am," she admits, giving an annoyed sniff as she turns back and forth slightly, her tail almost forming a question mark. "So we'll hafta go somewhere I can get my bearings. Smells like there's people thattaway," she notes, pointing with her tail.\n\n"Alright, then, lead the way," you reply, partly because then you don't have to look at the... thing.\n\nMonki shrugs and sets off without another word, her practically bare boobs bouncing just a bit with her loping gait... they're obviously almost as firm as her toned butt. You have to scurry just a little to keep up with her, and almost snap at her several times to slow down so that you can keep up, but at this point you're not sure if you want to nag her too much. She did say she had to serve you until your journey was complete... which you guess means until you reach level five... but you're not sure exactly how far you can push that, and she's really strong and tough-looking, so. Also you find that it's not that hard to keep up with her if you try, your legs don't seem to be getting tired and your feet still aren't bothered despite being bare, so you just sort of put up with it for now.\n\nEventually she leads the way out of the forest, and ahead you spot a... village? Town? Whatever, there's a fair number of buildings and people moving around. You feel rather embarrassed as the two of you descend... not only are you wearing skimpy clothing and going commando, there's your practically naked monkeygirl companion. But Monki seems to have settled into a slightly dour silence at the moment, and the idea of bringing up pants and probably also a shirt to her doesn't seem like the greatest at the moment. So you just try to put up with and ignore the stares the two of you start to get as you arrive on the street and start walking through town. After a minute it occurs to you: "Um, crap, I don't think I have any money."\n\n"Eh? Ah, yeah, I think I've still got some from before I went in." Monki rummages... somewhere, it's kind of weirdly hard to tell, other than that it seems obvious she's fishing around in something with her hand... then holds out her fist, dropping a number of gold coins into your palm. "I wasn't plannin' on using it for anything in particular, so I guess there you go."\n\n"Oh good," you say cheerfully, poking your finger through them. ... You have no idea how much this is, but hopefully it's enough to afford a pair of panties. Since most of them look gold you're betting it is!\n\nWhen you look up, you notice that Monki's head is slowly turning as she watches a local peasant girl (you assume these people are peasants, but then you think of most people around you as peasants) walk along. She's pretty enough, you suppose, with long dishwater blonde hair, a decent chest and what you assume are nice hips and butt, but that simple brown dress is doing nothing for her. Truly appalling. But Monki seems to think otherwise, lips curling in a smirk. "Anyway, you go do your shopping or whatever, I think I'll go get myself some relief!" \n\nYou can't help but snort. "And what makes you think she'd be any more receptive to a chick with a dick than I was?"\n\n"Welllll, in her case I was more planning on just goin' ahead and helping myself, skipping the asking part, y'know?" Monki replies, leering briefly at you. "Much faster, less hassle."\n\n<hr>\n[["What no you can't do that!"|LSDruid]]\n\n[["... Well whatever."|LSDruid1x5]]

It's not really your problem, you figure. Besides, isn't this all basically a dream? Some sort of simulation Sima is running? Who cares what two bits of it do with each other. "Well, whatever, enjoy yourself then," you say dismissively, giving a little flick of your hand.\n\n"Heheh, plan to," Monki replies, a glint in her eyes as she sets off after the girl.\n\nYou quickly spot what looks like a clothing shop and head inside. At first you're a little grumpy to see what looks like a bunch of ren fair outfits out and displayed, but when you look towards the back of the shop you find a surprisingly normal and modern selection of underwear. Wow, elastic must be older than you thought! Snagging a simple white thong since it seems like it goes with the rest of your outfit and won't show too much once it's on (you admit you kind of like the showy look of the Sage's Garb now that you're used to it), you head over to the counter and pay, then head back outside. Taking a glance around, you spot an out-of-the-way-seeming alley and head over, stepping inside and taking a quick look around before slipping the panties on and pulling them up and into place. Shifting the belt of the Sage's Garb around, you soon assure that they're on and effectively invisible. Whew... hotness preserved but you don't feel quite so, ahem, vulnerable.\n\nThen your ears perk a bit as you hear something... specifically rhythmic slapping noises of skin on skin, with a distinctly wet overtone. You can hear moaning and squealing, and what you're pretty sure is Monki panting. You glance towards the back of the alleyway and see that it goes around and behind the building you're currently beside. ... Ah. This must be where your new minion has dragged her victim.\n\n<hr>\n[[None of your business.|LSDruid]]\n\n[[... Go take a look.|LSDruid1x6]]

You admit you're... kind of curious just what Monki might be doing. Moving carefully and trying to keep quiet, you head further down the alley, keeping close to the wall. As you go, you notice shreds of brown cloth in various sizes laying on the ground... looks like Monki was basically just ripping the girl's clothes off as they went. The lewd sex noises just get louder as you get closer, to the point that you're wondering how no one can hear them out on the street. Arriving at the corner, you slowly peek around it, taking in the sight. The joining of buildings and the roofs here creates a fairly small, dim semi-enclosed area, obviously fairly dirty with rain runoff and probably having been used to store garbage for short periods before properly throwing it out.\n\nAnd it's in that dirty little nook that Monki has the peasant girl on her back, naked, practically bent double, having grabbed her legs and bent them forward in a wide V. Monki is pounding down into her, that big, thick cock you'd previously only seen outlined before on full display, as well as the pair of heavy balls that are slapping down against the girl, apparently striking directly on her puckered asshole. Your eyes widen a little, both at the view and at the fact that you have such a perfect line of sight to Monki's pussy as well, her outer lips puffy and thick and dripping steadily down onto her swaying balls with her thrusts as her toned ass works in the air. The girl looks... overwhelmed, is the only word your own rather shocked brain can spit out, her eyes rolled up some in her head and her tongue lolled out, wagging in the air as Monki fucks down into her, her thoroughly-stuffed cunt gushing a bit with every thrust of the simian girl's throbbing prick down into it.\n\n"Yeaaah, village sluts haven't changed in a century, you're all fuckin' gaggin' for it," Monki sneers loudly, her victim certainly in no state of mind to argue with her as she just continues to give little squeals and cries as she's violated. "Get some big monkey dick in you and you all turn into fuckin' whores, some things always stay the same!"\n\nYou find you can't really take your eyes away, unconsciously pressing your thighs together and squirming in place as you watch. You're surprised by how sharp your hearing is, and your sense of smell too, the scent of both the girl's arousal (sort of sweet and heady) and Monki's (a blend of something feminine and masculine, kind of thick and strong and a little spicy) swims around in your head as you watch, and listen to the sound of Monki's breathing quickening bit by bit as her thrusts gradually pick up speed as well.\n\n"Fuck, fuck, here it comes! First of a fuckin' buncha loads that've been buildin' up for a century! Take it, bitch, get pregnant!" Monki almost howls as she thrusts down hard into the peasant girl, hilting her cock in her victim's pussy, her asshole visibly twitching and pussy spurting all over her balls as a heady splatter of thick white escapes to smear all over the monkey girl's crotch. But she's only still for a second before she starts thrusting again, obviously still pumping her load into the other woman's pussy as she pants out "Get pregnant! Get pregnant! Get pregnant!" over and over again.\n\nBy the time she's finished and raises her hips, her absolutely cum-coated cock slipping free and dangling above the peasant girl's messy, almost certainly impregnated pussy, the other blonde's belly is swelled a bit with the amount of cum pumped in, as if giving a sort of preview. Monki pants for a few moments, then sits back on her heels, releasing her victim's legs. Then she delivers a light slap to the peasant girl's thigh. "Now get up on all fours so I can rape your ass, bitch."\n\nSomehow you're both shocked and not surprised at all when the girl eagerly scrambles around and gets onto her hands and knees, lifting her butt in the air like a dog in heat. You can hear Monki's snicker as she lifts up and guides herself into place, your view obscured... but you can definitely tell what happens as she thrusts forward and the peasant girl gives a loud squeal, her eyes rolling again. Monki quickly grabs a fistful of the girl's hair and hauls back on her head, starting to pound into her hard and fast right from the beginning this time. "Yeah, you love it, doncha whore, love getting raped in your little bitch ass doncha?"\n\n"Yes yes please please rape my dumb bitch ass!" the girl blurts eagerly, despite the fact that you somehow have very little doubt she was a sweet, soft-spoken virgin twenty minutes ago.\n\nMonki is... obviously v-very good at what she does... you can't help but feel incredibly...\n\n<hr>\n[[... turned on.|LSDruid]]\n\n[[... jealous.|LSDruid]]

"Sage's Garb!" you blurt after barely any hesitation, still covering yourself with your hands despite being technically covered by your skimpy little outfit.\n\n"Heheh, kinda figured, buuut still not a bad choice." Sima leans down and sets the folded clothes on the grass. "Well, from hereon in you're on your own! I'm a very freeform DM, so it's up to you to wander around and find some of the excitement and adventure I've seeded the world with! See you at level five!" she adds before just abruptly disappearing.\n\nYou stare at the spot where she was, then go scrambling towards the folded clothes. Which... after picking them up, look like they're not going to be a <i>lot</i> more covering. Making a face, you nevertheless pick them up, then turn your head. You can kind of hear a stream somewhere nearby... \n\nSoon you've found the water and, after a brief nervous glance around, remove the already barely-there top and loincloth and step into the water, scrubbing to wash off the paint. You're pretty sure it's not actually magical? You didn't read anything about it being magical in the papers Sima gave you. But you'd definitely feel a bit silly wearing it with the admittedly pretty white silk garments. Once you've cleaned and dried off, you spend a little while examining the 'Sage's Garb' deciphering it before you put it on.\n\nThe top is basically a pair of gold bands, one that fastens just below your chest and the other that fastens around your neck, with drapes of white cloth between them to go across your breasts... they're a little loose, making you mildly nervous what would happen if you moved too fast, but you're hoping maybe they're magiced into staying in place or something. the bottoms are another gold band to be worn like a belt, with white flaps of cloth that come down to the bottom of your hips like a skirt, just that they don't quite touch at the sides, leaving your hips showing a bit. ... Also no sight of anything like panties. Dangit. There's also a pair of golden filagree bracers, and another set of things that you figure out must go around your lower legs. Finally you set the thin, braided gold circlet into place atop your head. 'Nice jewelry, not sure how protective it is,' you note, turning back and forth to look at yourself as well as you can.\n\n'No panties, not even any sandals or something,' you note as you take one last look at yourself. ... Still, you haven't had any problems walking around barefoot so far, the ground is actually pretty comfy. Shrugging, you pick a random destination and set off, since you don't know what else to do other than silently seething and planning your revenge against Sima. You're not sure how she's doing this, but when you get home at the <i>very</i> least those pictures she sent you are gonna show up on the nightly news or something! Even if you have to sell your soul to the Pretty Capone of Deviville U in return for the help you need to ruin Sima, you'll get her! \n\nYou walk on through the forest for awhile, frowning a little as you wonder what you're actually supposed to do. You're not seeing anything or hearing anything that looks like 'adventure', though on the other hand how would you know? Also you're finding that being out in nature isn't aggravating you nearly as much as all your prior brushes with it. Maybe it's that the bugs don't seem to be bothering you, or the temperature, or even the ground despite your bare feet. It's actually kind of nice out here, you could do with walking along and calming down a little instead of-\n\n"Adventure," you mutter under your breath as you emerge into a small clearing.\n\nSpecifically because spaced out around the clearing are three very large, much thicker than usual trees, with different-looking bark than the other kind, and what look like fluffy pink flowers covering their branches instead of leaves. And stuck in each tree is a person! A fairly similar-looking trio of people, in fact, so much so that you have to figure that they're siblings. All three seem to have had the tree grow around them, imprisoning them at the waist and with their arms pulled back and hands stuck inside as well, arching their backs and presenting their chests. In the case of the guy, it shows off his very toned physique, his chest and belly uncovered save for a sort of red 'cap' over his shoulders that's attached to black sleeves, a similar circlet to yours (but made of jade) capping his shortish, very wild black hair. Across from him is a woman in a similar outfit, but hers has a pair of red and white flaps attached to the shoulder-cap thing that fall over her truly tremendous breasts. Overall she has a very soft look, slightly more mature than the other two, her black hair smooth and straight, held on by a similar jade crown but with bit of goldwork on it. Between them is another woman, who also has particularly large boobs (as big as her head, and still nowhere near as big as her sister's), although hers are only covered by a pair of gold caps over her nipples, and her hair isn't quite as long but is as scruffy and wild as the man's... her jade circlet also looks rather chipped and cracked in places. All three of them have fuzzy simian ears poking from the sides of their heads.\n\n"Oho, after all this time, a walker of the woods finally happens along," the guy declares, grinning roguishly at you in a way that admittedly makes your heart do a little flip.\n\n"Greetings, pretty treetalker," the huge-breasted woman says serenely, giving you a languid smile.\n\n"Oy, oy, enough with all this bullshit," the one in the middle grunts. "Let's get down to it. Pick one of us to free, girl!"\n\n"Huh?" you say, blinking and looking around at them.\n\n"Oh dear, forgive my sister, she's so unrefined," the other woman says with a soft sigh, making her sister stick her tongue out. "But allow me to explain. The three of us were cursed to be trapped in these trees by, mm, rather unpleasant parties let us say. We can only be freed by the beneficence of someone who could ask the trees themselves to release us. Of course, part of the curse is that we must then serve the one who released us until their journey's end. Do you have such a journey, lovely one, that we might assist you?"\n\nObviously all three of them can see your interest, because the guy gives you another roguish grin. "You should pick me. I have a truly mighty weapon, capable of destroying foes that no other would even be able to weaken."\n\n"Oh now, come come, weapons aren't everything," the huge-breasted woman says breezily. "For I hold the secrets of an elixir that can heal wounds, give you unparalleled stamina and vigor, and even potentially grant immortality!"\n\n"Psh, forget these two. I've got both a mighty weapon <i>and</i> an elixer!" the one in the middle says with a sneer. She frowns as she adds, "Okay, okay, so my weapon's not as mighty and my elixer's not as powerful as these two's. But the other thing is I <i>never</i> lie!" she adds rather vehemently.\n\n"She's not smart enough to," the other woman says in a conspiratorial whisper.\n\n"HEY FUCK YOU! Anyway, these two are tricksters! They'll get you all turned around 'til you don't know who's the servant and who's the master! I'm as direct as they come, babe, you'll never have to worry about that with me! Lemme out of here and I'll fight your fights for you, simple enough!"\n\n"Her powers are weaker and her brain, well," the guy says with a bit of an eyeroll. "Trust me, you'd be better off with me, I know well enough how to treat a lovely, obviously refined lady like yourself."\n\n"Ara ara, he knows how he'd like to treat you, alright," the huge-breasted one says with a giggle. "He'd-"\n\n"OKAY ENOUGH!" you blurt, thrusting out your hands. Thankfully, they all fall silent, though they're still staring at you expectantly. Well, dangit, Sima did say it would kind of be on you to possibly attract followers amidst finding adventure, this seems like an obvious way to. ... Frankly you're not sure you trust any of these weird monkey people. If you do decide to trust them, or rather one of them... hrm.\n\n<hr>\n[[Free the guy.|LSDruid]]\n\n[[Free the one with huge tits.|LSDruid]]\n\n[[Free the tomboy.|LSDruid1x2]]\n\n[[Leave.|LSDruid]]

Honestly you kind of believe that one about the whole 'not lying' bit, especially since her sister couldn't help but backhandedly back her up on it. Who wants a tricksy minion? Direct and dumb works pretty well for you. As you walk over towards her tree, the other two let out an almost simultaneous 'tch' noise.\n\n"Oh well, maybe next century," the huge-boobed one says in a resigned tone.\n\nYou move around to the side and lay your hands against the trunk of the tree, since that seems like the sort of thing to do. Okaaaay... now what? Do you have to talk out loud to the tree? Can you just... think at the tree. 'Alright, turn her loose,' you urge silently, sort of trying to push the thoughts into the tree through your palms. You... kind of feel something? Like there's almost a little shiver in the tree, but there's something sort of hard and unyielding. You scowl a bit... it obviously heard you! What's the deal here?!\n\n<hr>\n[['Turn her loose, you stupid tree!'|LSDruid]]\n\n[['Turn her loose... please?'|LSDruid1x3]]

You feel really stupid having to be polite to a tree, but... well, what else are you going to do, you're pretty sure that as a druid-whatever you'd get in pretty bad trouble if you threatened to chop it down or set it on fire. You think. Instead you try 'Hey, let her go, please? I really need her help, so please turn her loose.'\n\nThere's almost immediately a loud groaning noise that makes you hop backwards in shock and worry, thinking you've somehow pissed off a... well, a tree. Instead the noise actually seems to be caused by the wood of the trunk pulling back from the tomboy trapped in it, rapidly opening up into a wide hole that she almost stumbles out of before dropping into a little roll and coming up to her feet, instantly stretching her arms up above her head and raising up on tiptoe in a stretch. Now that she's out you can see various things, like a back that's just as muscular as her belly, and the furry brown tail emerging from the base of her spine, or the diving black waistband with a flap of red cloth coming down from it that's all that covers her toned ass, or the black stockings sheathing her strong legs but leaving her toes and heels bare.\n\n"Hshaaaaaaaaaaaa! Fuckin' finally!" she declares happily, tail wriggling. \n\n"My name's Layla," you say as you walk over towards her, keeping just a bit of distance since you're still not entirely sure about this.\n\n"Name's Monki, Layla!" she declares with a smirk as she wheels around to face you. "Thanks for lettin' me outta there, you won't regret it, I'll definitely kick anyone's ass that you think needs it!"\n\nWell you like the sound of that! You grin a bit at her, eyes flicking up and down to take her in mostly out of curiosity... then winding up fixed on her lower part. Specifically, the fact that the front of her loincloth is draped over the very obvious outline of a cock that seems to be hard enough that it's raising up the flap just a bit.\n\n"Oh yeah, noticin' the goods huh?" Monki declares with a smirk, immediately and shamelessly reaching out to snag one of your wrists and, before you've really processed what's happening, bring your hand forward and place it on the cloth bulge. "I'm pretty backed up, had my son here encased in a tree trunk for about a hundred years."\n\n"Uh," you respond, stunned, without really thinking giving the girth of it a squeeze through the cloth and feeling it throb and get a bit harder in response.\n\n"Ahhh yeah that's the stuff. So c'mon, let's have a quick fuck, get my balls at least a little emptied before we hit the road!" she says cheerfully, running her hand up your arm.\n\n<hr>\n[["What no never!"|LSDruid1x4]]\n\n[["N-not right now!"|LSDruid2x1]]\n\n[["... Yeah okay."|LSDruid]]

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

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

Snickering, you murmur, "Sure, 'Mind Enhancer', let's give that a try." Maybe when you tap it, it will open to an Amazon page selling high caffeine soda or something. You tap the screen, the text immediately changing to 'Understood, administering Mind Enhancer.'\n\nYou give a yelp as you feel a sharp almost pinching sensation through the bodysuit where you're wearing the bracer. What the hell? But before you can wonder if this crazy thing actually injected you with something, you can feel the strangest sensation you've ever even imagined in your life. You can feel... your brain! It's being barraged by a rippling, spreading sensation of warmth and building pressure... no, pleasure. It's not unlike when you masturbate, except... it's inside your head, coming entirely from your brain, but it's building, rising, just like an orgasm does. Your eyes roll up in your head, your tongue lolling out and your body twitching as you're overwhelmed by the pleasure of your brain being reorganized, revitalized, and overclocked, until finally you white out from repeatedly braingasming.\n\nYou slowly come back to yourself, fingers twitching a little... then again as you start to giggle maniacally. "Hee... heehee... heeheeku... kukukukuku!" Throwing back your head and curling your fingers like claws, you declare, "Yes! Yes, I get it now! Morals and ethics are just bullshit excuses that people who don't have the guts to do <i>real</i> Science use! Not a single such thing exists in this world! Grind the world to dust, and sift through it for a single molecule of..." You trail off, frowning and tapping a fingertip against your chin. "... No, that's something else. ... Nevermind!" You give your labcoat a dramatic fwip as you wheel to the bed and grab up your Science Gun, holding it up in front of yourself and launching into another round of giggling. "Kukukuku! Don't worry, baby, soon you'll be completed, and then no one will stop me!"\n\nYou have to cannibalize most of your personal electronics to make the necessary modifications to the Science Gun, but oh well... your Mobile Ultracomputer will do just fine until you can establish yourself in a proper base and acquire some more fitting equipment anyway. Slotting the second stick of shiny blue decorated memory into the top of the gun, you grin maniacally at it. "Kukuku, now you're ready for some real fuckin' Science!"\n\nYour head jerks up suddenly at the sound of the door opening and closing downstairs, and your mother's call of "Cyan! I'm home early!"\n\n<hr>\n[[Curses!|GGDocDev]]\n\n[[Kukukuku!|GGMCE6x4]]

Omeca seemed pretty proud of the Brekka that had broken away from Il'thid control... seems like it'd be a kinda shitty way to pay them back by just leaving one to die. You rush over and spend a moment assessing the damage, realizing that he actually got hit high on the shoulder on the front and must have rolled over afterward. Doing your best not to agitate the wound, you roll him over onto his back in hopes of being able to treat it more easily.\n\nThe moment his belly comes away from the ground, something leaps right at your face. You try to scream but a tentacle is shoved into your mouth, other tentacles wrapping around your face, forcing your jaws closed around it as it squirts something down your throat that leaves you briefly insensate, toppling over onto your back.\n\nThough you can't move, you can still feel whatever it is writhing around on your face, sliding around to the side, and feel more of its tendrils starting to push inside your ear. You twitch as they slide deeper and deeper, strange sensations coursing through your body as it apparently manages to actually touch your brain. Then more and more of it starts stuffing itself inside your ear canal, compressing to do so but still leaving you with the feel of something thick and gooey and throbbing and faintly solid penetrating right into your ear and then wrapping itself around the innermost part of you.\n\nWith one last shudder, you go limp... then neutralize the tranquilizer which you injected your host, allowing you to leap to your feet. You roll your head around, scowling a bit as you start raping your host's mind while suppressing its ability to motivate the body, absorbing all of its knowledge. Meh... it's smart and canny, but immature and lacks any knowledge of truly vital information.\n\nSnarling in frustration, you give the head of your former Brekka incubator a good kick to drive the last of the life from its body. "<b>[Heretic-traitor,]</b>" you growl before making your way to the Address Bar pillar.\n\nYou skim over the available symbols, quickly trying to assess which addresses you know in addition to the two your host had memorized. Unfortunately it looks like this world does not give you a direct path to one of the worlds controlled by Anubis... the best you could do would be a 'one away' world in territory controlled by a hostile species, where you would have to wait for the Path to reset. Your only other options are a planet controlled by Bast, and one controlled by Quetzalcoatl... one of them your parent's rival, the other their enemy, but a soft-hearted enemy more likely to try to tempt you to turn your coat than torture you. Neither of them are Flay'ya... though you do know of one Flay'ya world address. You suppose if you were going to be captured, it might be better to do so by the Flay'ya than the Terrans. The Flay'ya hate Il'thids, but they are the same lifeform after all, and would be less likely to dissect you. \n\nYou purse your lips, quickly glancing over your shoulder for any sign of the accursed WP-Zed, but it seems Sobek's Brekka are still keeping them occupied. Perhaps it would be better to keep up the deception that you are your host for awhile. You could either dial the "safe site" and hope that perhaps they'll take you back to Terra... a place where you would have many, many opportunities to make the Terrans pay for what they have done, as well as perhaps ascend to godhood as your sire did... or, you could force them to continue their mission by dialing the temple planet. Once they'd outlived their usefulness, you could do away with WP-Zed and perhaps ascend to <i>true</i> godhood by finding the Final Worldpath.\n\n<hr>\n[[Dial the one-away planet.|GGSG]]\n\n[[Dial Bast's planet.|GGSG]]\n\n[[Dial Quetzalcoatl's planet.|GGSG]]\n\n[[Dial the Flay'ya planet.|GGSG]]\n\n[[Dial the safe site.|GGSG]]\n\n[[Dial the temple planet.|GGSG]]

"Could I just look around for a little while?" you ask after considering for a few moments. "I may wind up going with one of those anyway, but I think I'd like to just browse a bit first if that's okay?"\n\n"Well of course," she says pleasantly. "Please go right ahead. We're open all night, so."\n\nShe heads off, and you begin poking around through the shelves. You kind of wish you'd found this place long ago and had absolutely all day to go through everything. But you have to put together an actual costume, and... well, okay, she said they were open all night, but you don't want to be in here <i>all</i> night. ... Okay fine you kind of do this place is a lot of fun to look through but you know that you <i>shouldn't</i>.\n\nEventually you find several items you think you could use as the basis for a costume. You found a green dress that you could modify fairly easily and a pair of glittery wings on straps, which you think would be kiiind of a lame costume, except you also found a super pretty little [[fairy necklace|HollyFairyStart]] that you kind of want to buy anyway and really just need the excuse.\n\nYou also find a bucket of [[paint-on latex|RubberHollyStart]]. As in, the stuff to make a paint-on latex suit. ... Which would, admittedly, be on the rather lewd end of costumes, but as noted you've got a few rather more adult ones you could go to. Showing up in a literally painted-on costume would certainly be <i>daring</i>, but then isn't Halloween the time of year to be daring?

You swing your hand up to the earpiece covering your right ear and press the button. "Say again, say again, did not copy!" you call, trying not to sound too panicked.\n\n"We're going to draw their attention!" Loxley repeats over the comm. "When we do, make a run for the Path and dial the safe site! We'll try to be right behind you but do not wait for us and <i>do not stop for anything</i>!"\n\nMake a run for the Worldpath?! Seriously?! Still, she and Danger impressed upon you the importance of following orders under fire, so you call back "Confirmed!" A few seconds later there's a soft <i>foomp</i> followed shortly by a large explosion nearby. You can hear the Sobek guards shouting and even screaming, so figure that must be your cue. You leap over the log and go racing through the haze caused by whatever that was, rushing right by several of the stunned crocodile people in the confusion and lowered visibility.\n\nTaking the last mile of your journey at a dead run is not something you ever planned on, and slightly active nerd though you might be you're still almost in pain by the time you start drawing in on the coordinates. You almost stagger to a halt as you see the dead bodies scattered around the ring of pillars that make up the Worldpath... it looks like Sobek's forces were already here, but then got diverted to go after WP-Zed. Swallowing hard, you hurry towards the smaller pillar that contains the Address Bars, only to stop at a slight shift, wheeling around and pointing your rifle.\n\nIt looks like two of the 'dead bodies' are actually still slightly alive. One is what... kind of looks like a human man, albeit with corpse white skin and several odd lumps under his robe-like clothing. The other is a jackal-man with deep black fur, wearing bits of gold jewelry on his arms. It looks like both got blasted by those scythe-weapons, but they're still clinging to life. Major Danger gave you a crash course in combat first aid, should you try to help at least one of them? Both are apparently your allies, it seems wrong to just leave them there to die.\n\n<hr>\n[[Help the Flay'ya.|GGSG]]\n\n[[Help the Brekka.|GGSG1x4]]\n\n[[Dial the Path.|GGSG]]

"I mean, if it's that important, I sort of feel like I have to help," you say slowly. "But you're going to have to fill me in on what this 'Final Worldpath' is."\n\n"Yes, of course. For the duration of this mission, you're to be granted a Top Secret clearance. However, please understand that this is all so extremely classified that various governments who are in open war with each other have still agreed on the conditions of the rules governing this mission," Colonel Loxley explains. "If you should reveal anything about any of this to anyone not already in the program, you will be immediately sentenced without trial to life imprisonment on a black site."\n\nYou feel yourself pale a bit, and aren't entirely reassured when Carol leans over and whispers, "Don't worry, it's an empty threat, only ever happened like four times." Then she stands up and starts tapping at her tablet. "In any event, this really is an extremely important subject. A long time ago, before most sentient life in the universe evolved, a race of precursors identified every... well, as far as we can tell... planet that was going to sustain sentient life, and seeded it with platforms like these." She throws an image up on the display screen of a metal circle on the ground, ringed with a series of inscribed runes. "These platforms, if activated correctly, form a kind of inter-, trans-, super-, sub-, well, just about every-dimensional pathway between planets that will allow movement between them. That is, assuming you know the right sequence of runes to press to access any of the planets in 'range'."\n\n"Some alien species have used these platforms, which are translated in some languages as 'Worldpaths', to spread empires of dominion and oppression throughout the known galaxy, frequently establishing themselves as divine beings and deities," Loxley says with a serious expression, looking from the screen to you. "Including at various points in time on Earth. Fortunately at certain points in our development we've apparently thrown off their influence and sent them packing, leaving the majority of Worldpath platforms on Earth either blocked, disabled, or destroyed."\n\n"And almost all of this is conjecture, things we've learned from alien sources, our best guesswork, because the precursors that left the Worldpath platforms have left <i>no</i> trace, nothing of themselves behind," Carol continues, slicing a hand through the air, before continuing as she turns back to the screen. "Buuuut there's another ancient extinct race that we <i>think</i> was alive towards the end of the precursor race's existence, so there's some crossover. They left behind a small handful of information, temples, and it's from them that other races, and then us, were able to learn more details about the Worldpaths."\n\n"Including, apparently, this 'final' Worldpath?" you prompt, frowning a bit.\n\n"Yes," Carol agrees emphatically, pointing at you, then bringing up a photo of the temple that the one in the game is clearly based on. "This is the latest in a long line of structures that the 'Followers', as we call them, left behind that point to what they called The Final Worldpath. If you can find this one particular platform and activate a special sequence, it will lead you to a world 'where there is never need or want, where what is taken is immediately restored, where mortality is but a memory'," Carol continues, obviously speaking in poetic quotation, before sort of spinning her hand and adding in an awkward, "And on like that, you get the idea."\n\nYou slowly raise your eyebrows, leaning forward. "Are you telling me that we're on a quest for the gateway to <i>Heaven</i>?"\n\nCarol and Loxley exchange a glance, before the mousey woman looks back at you, pushing her glasses up on her nose and shifting a bit on her feet. "Well, for all intents and practical purposes... yes."\n\n"From what we've been able to interpret from the rather florid descriptions," Loxley says in a somewhat more even tone. "Is that the Final Worldpath leads to the now abandoned homeworld of the precursors. And that their technology was such that its natural resources automatically replenish themselves, that there is an energy field incorporated into the atmosphere that causes biological regeneration, and copious amounts of technology to provide sustenance. Effectively unlimited resources and near- or actual immortality. You can see why it's important that this not become commonly known, and especially that it not risk becoming known to the alien races that would enslave us."\n\n"Yeah, okay, I get that, I guess, sure." Sighing, you rub your face with one hand. "But it sounds like this temple won't take us there, will it?"\n\n"No. We're fairly certain that while the temple's solution will give us a Worldpath address, it's not the Final Worldpath, but merely the next step on the journey. But we think, we <i>think</i> we're extremely close!" Carol enthuses, clutching her tablet with both hands and giving it a small shake. "One, maybe two more steps!" She pauses, glances down at the screen, then looks up at you, then adds a bit less enthusiastically, "Five at most."\n\n"Because going to the temple world via Worldpath would take us to several worlds monitored by our enemies, we'll be going to a one-stop-away world via this ship," Loxley explains. "Now, I've made it clear I'm not terribly thrilled with putting you in danger, but having you on the ground has its obvious merits. But I'm not going to pressure you into that. Over the next week as we travel, we can put you through a rudimentary training course designed so that in the event that WP-Zed encounters the enemy while you are with them, you will at least know what to do in order to maximize your chances of survival. Or, you can stay on the ship as much as possible, and only join WP-Zed when they've already secured the area and carried out what they can without you."\n\n<hr>\n[[Accept the training.|GGSG1x2]]\n\n[[Stay on the ship.|GGSG]]

"Me, myself, and I," you assert with a snicker, snagging one of the lanterns. "You guys can do whatever, but I wanna wander around this place awhile."\n\n"Sure sure," Jack says breezily.\n\n"Uh, let's still try to only take like... two hours at most, okay?" Leslie suggests, glancing around. "I don't wanna be left sitting here alone all night if I get back first." Implying that she probably will.\n\n"'Kay, two hours." With that you wander off down one of the hallways at random, already enjoying the spooky atmosphere as it closes in around you and the lights from the others' flashlights and lanterns fall away. Whew... yeah, this was the right decision, you think a few minutes later, even as your heart starts thumping a little too fast and you can feel yourself getting jumpy. But arguably that's the point... being in a creepy old house that's supposedly haunted is a little exciting, being <i>alone</i> in a house like that is just straight-up wild. You've got skin tinglies like no ASMR video you've ever listened to has managed. This is great!\n\nOkay, but you really should do something other than just walk aimlessly through the halls... although man there are a ton of them, this place is enormous. Let's see... you could go take a look at the [[bedrooms|GGHH]], or the [[kitchen|GGHH]]... or the [[basement|GGHH29x2]], that one was an especial star in the movie. Or you could take a look at the [[pond|GGHH]] out back, there was some creepy stuff there, plus wandering through whatever this place calls a garden or a yard might be extra fun-creepy.

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

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

Really, teaching in the UK has the benefits of both the other jobs... you get to go overseas, but keep a familiar language and more familiar culture. Overall a win-win! You decide to accept the offer, returning the email you received telling them you'll take the job.\n\nYou soon receive a reply saying that everything should be good, although you'll need a brief in-person interview just to confirm a few things. Still, it all sounds like a done deal, so you don't think too much about packing up your things and having them shipped to a holding facility where you'll be able to send for them later. It sounds like, barring some deep disastrous conflict of interest or something, you'll be hired... you'll just have to bet on that not happening, since the logistics of two trips "across the pond" to do all that when it sounds like they want you to start as soon as possible don't seem feasible.\n\nYou're on the plane ride over when you're sent the details of your interview. Apparently it will take place in... a pub? ... Well, England, you think dryly. You send back the email to confirm, making sure to plug the address into your phone so that you'll be able to find it when you get there. After you've landed, you set off with your single bag in tow... after all, you knew that you'd be going to an interview, it would be rather awkward to carry around too much. You'll survive on what you have until your things arrive at your new lodgings at the school (assuming you get the job). You have to take a cab, and it's to one of the smaller, more quiet parts of the city... definitely older than the rest, you think, though most things here seem to be considerably older than you're used to. You soon spot the pub and head on in, seeing that there are a small handful of patrons (even in the middle of the day, tsk) at tables. \n\nIt's fairly easy to spot who must be your interviewer, from the description you were given. A woman about your own age with long black hair and... huh, when she said 'purple eyes' you assumed they would just be a shade of blue, but those are purple alright. Most of her outfit is what you'd consider fairly standard "pretty young teacher" fare, the sort of thing you wear yourself, a white blouse, snug black skirt, and dark hose, but instead of a suit jacket she's got on some sort of... black cloth drape that hangs open in front and would probably come past her knees if she were standing. Huh, you wonder if that's the style over here?\n\n"Ah, you must be Helen Patissier, it's very nice to meet you," she says as she rises and offers her hand. "I'm Professor June MacLeary."\n\n'Ah, pretty accent!' you think with a smile as you accept her hand and shake. "It's a pleasure."\n\nOnce you've settled down at the table across from her, June reaches into the small leather case next to her and draws out a manilla folder, opening it as she sets it on the table turned towards you. "Now, before we begin, I'll need you to sign this non-disclosure agreement."\n\nYou blink. "Um?"\n\n"Aspareth's School is... well, you'd use the term 'a private school', and that term fits here because we're <i>very</i> private. We have to be very sure that people will not share details about us with... well, with parties who would potentially harm the school." She gives you a slightly sheepish smile. "But please understand that if you sign this, we are prepared to automatically agree to a one year 'pay-or-play' employment contract."\n\n"Ah... you mean like... an actor?" You blink a few more times. "As in, if I sign the NDA, you'll pay me for the entire year whether you hire me after the interview or not?"\n\n"Correct. That's how seriously we regard our privacy." June raises her slender black brows, then proffers a pen. "If you would...?"\n\n<hr>\n[[Hm. Alright.|HelenAsp1x1]]\n\n[[No, this is too fishy.|HelenUK]]

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

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

Curious at this talk of urban legends, you click on the link for a "Haunted House Night". It looks like the guy who put up the ad owns an old house just outside of town that's said to be extremely haunted... just //why// it's haunted is only hinted at, you assume to create interest and help lure you in. (A quick internet search indicates that the place does show up on a few haunted house sites, but details are sparse even there and you don't feel like doing the webcrawl necessary to dig up more dirt right now.) But apparently it's actually not too bad a deal for a night's entertainment, you get a meal, they show an old B-movie that was apparently made about the haunting, and then you get to spend the night in the house itself. The ad says it's 'supervised', but you get the idea that the chaperone or whatever is quite likely to stay out of everyone's way. (Probably best not to mention that bit to your parents.)\n\nAnyway, with dinner, a show, and a stay in a spooky old mansion, it actually does sound kind of awesome. It says the next event is tomorrow night, and all four slots are still open. It's $25 per person, and you know that you have the money. The question is whether you want to call around to your friends to find out who else might be interested enough to pay, or just figure that's a lost cause and buy just the one slot for yourself.\n\n<hr>\n[[Go with your friends.|GGHH1x1]]\n\n[[Just go yourself.|GGHHPlaceholder]]

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

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

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

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

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

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

The sight of her kneeling in front of you sucking a cock, and acting like an utterly shameless whore, was definitely super hot... plus you've gotta figure if you make it so that getting fucked in the ass by her own daughter turned her into a complete cock addict, that's some wickedness suitable for increasing your power. Grinning, you put a hand on her head, focusing on implanting the suggestion.\n\n"Getting fucked by me felt so good that it's gotten you completely addicted to fucking. From now on it will always be on your mind, twenty-four seven, about how to pleasure cocks and get loads of cum poured in you or on you. You'll still be in control enough to take basic precautions to not get caught, but if you think you can get away with it you'll <i>always</i> pleasure a cock when you get the chance." You hesitate briefly, then smirk wider as you add, "All cocks will feel good and make you cum from getting them to cum, no matter what. Mine will always feel the best, at least twice as good as every other cock. Dad's will only feel half as good, but you'll still fuck him into a stupor regularly to keep him from thinking twice about whatever else you're doing." Heheheh, that should be extra wicked, as well as taking care of any potential for him getting wise. (A few little mental instructions to him should keep that from being a problem though.) \n\n"Nnnh... coooocks," your mother murmurs, shivering and drooling some, her face still thoroughly ahegaoed.\n\nYeah pretty sure she took to that instruction like a duck to water. While she's recovering, and then showering, you spend a few moments looking through the books and finding a handful of other spells... like a cleaning spell to restore the bed to its previously pristine state. Alas, the lewd cum stains left by fucking your mother on your father's side of the bed shall live on only in your memory~. Man, though, there's a lot of useful little spells like this... mind magic, simple bodily alteration. It looks like some of the books go into more elaborate things about paths to power and elaborate setups, but for right now you think you're just going to have fun with the more basic stuff. Oh, yeah, like the 'Fitting' enchantment that makes panties perfectly despite your bulge or lets your shirts fit over your new tits without getting all stretched and frayed, or the 'Hiding' charm that makes your crotch look flat when you're wearing pants. Better go put those on your clothes. And your mom's tops, while you're at it... luckily it's a pretty simple one, and with your recent powerup you can basically cast it on her entire closet before heading back to your room to clean up and change as well.\n\nWhen you emerge, your futa fuckstick completely hidden despite the loose nature of the sleep pants you're wearing and your tanktop fitting perfectly (despite being rather snug and lifting up above your bellybutton), you head downstairs to find your mother similarly dressed, her even larger tits swaying around barely covered by the cloth as she turns to you with phone in hand. "Oh, hey baby, I was just about to order us a pizza for dinner, since you missed yours. Pepperoni okay?"\n\n"Yeah, sure," you answer, watching as she dials and starts talking to the person on the other end. You admit to being a little surprised as she wanders over and reaches for your crotch, her hand finding your hidden shaft... of course once she actively touches it, the 'Hiding' charm stops working and it becomes a thick, obvious outline under the loose cloth, her hand stroking and playing with it as she nonchalantly continues to order the pizza. You bite your lip, resisting the urge to buck your hips against her hand as she toys with your stiffening cock as it tents out your pants, until she hangs up and immediately leans in to kiss you, tongue lewdly lolling around your mouth, one of her hands toying with one of your large tits as the other continues stroking and rubbing you through your pants. Despite the earlier play, the fact that your mother's being so whorishly forward right in the living room brings you off fairly fast, thick globs of cum straining through the grey material of your pants and dribbling down, soaking into it around your cockhead.\n\n"Mmmm, oops, made a bit of a mess," she practically purrs, still continuing to stroke you lightly. "I'd love to make some more, but we did just shower, and they're usually pretty prompt about delivery, so..."\n\n"Yeah," you say a little breathlessly. Whew, you created a monster... a really fantastic one, you think as she heads over to settle on the couch and proceeds to subscribe to all the porn channels, while you take a moment to stealthily use the cleaning spell.\n\nThe two of you sit on the couch, idly petting and stroking one another lewdly while watching one of the hardcore porn stations, until there's a knock at the door. Your mother stands up and gives you a smile and a wink, proceeding to drop her loose lounge pants to reveal a lacy little black thong. She sashays to the door, large motherly butt swaying a bit, pausing briefly to tug the front of her tanktop down further on her huge tits before opening the door.\n\n"Got an extra large pepperoni for-" the teenage boy in his delivery uniform says on the other side, before his jaw sags at the sight of your mother, wearing only that stretched tanktop and those little black panties, those massive mammaries wobbling a bit as she leans out and takes a quick glance around, obviously checking to make sure no one's staring right at her (or your father's car's not coming down the street). He lets out a sort of gurgling noise of overstimulation as she snags him by the upper arm and draws him inside, closing the door after him and primly taking the pizza away to set it on the entryway table, before sinking to her knees in front of him and opening his fly. "Uh, m-ma'am, I'm really, I, uh-" he tries to protest, you think more out of reflex than anything else, but it just turns into a moan as his cock springs free and your mother immediately slides her mouth over it, looking up at him as she starts sucking him off.\n\nYou do take a second to cast a minor 'don't notice me' spell just in case before fishing out your own cock and stroking it as you watch your mother suck off the pizza boy, a complete lack of hesitation in her actions as she deepthroats a complete stranger. One of her hands is fondling his balls, gently rubbing and stimulating them as if hoping to urge a bigger load out of them, while the other has slipped down the front of her panties to finger herself as she blows him. Of course, he is just some scrawny teen guy, likely a virgin if you were to guess, and probably on the verge of cumming just from <i>seeing</i> your mother's lewdly-enhanced tits. So it really doesn't take more than a minute or two before he's moaning and shuddering, a little trickle of white running down the side of your mother's chin as her throat visibly swallows several times. Then she calmly slips him out of her mouth and tugs his underwear back into place, fastening up his fly again before standing and proffering a pair of twenties.\n\n"And here's a nice tip for letting me suck your dick, darling."\n\n"Th-... thank you..." he stammers dazedly, before wobbling his way back to the door and exiting.\n\nGrinning, your mother turns to you and then smiles even wider at the sight of you stroking your cock. "Well, I suppose I'd better take care of that one too, then," she adds, dragging a fingertip up her chin and then sucking it clean before sauntering over to you and squatting down, balanced onthe balls of her feet. "I hope I don't fill up on appetizers."\n\nFrankly, you wouldn't mind spending all night fucking her, but... you are hungry, so once she's sucked another load out of you the two of you settle in to eat pizza, her once more pulling on her lounge pants. And as you're finishing up, your father arrives home, calling a tired greeting. He does a bit of a double-take at the sight of your mother's chest, but apparently the spell you used there worked too, because while he seems impressed and excited he never quite seems to ask 'how the hell did they get so big since this morning?' After he's had his own pizza, everyone bids goodnight and retires... well, you for a moment. Shortly after entering your room you exit again, moving to your parents' room, and as expected the lewd noises have already started. Pushing the door open a fair bit (that 'don't notice me' charm is pretty cool, and would stand up to probably anything other than you just walking in there and shouting 'YEAH FUCKING HOT!'), you stand there and stroke yourself as you watch your mother energetically ride your father's cock, those fat udders of hers bouncing and wobbling, milk spurting out of the thickened nipples as she moans and squeals happily... but not nearly as happily as she was when you were fucking her ass, you think smugly, knowing your mother's no doubt wishing it was your much bigger, fatter prick in her pussy instead of your dad's.\n\nIn the morning you awaken to her already stuffing your cock down her throat, your doorway left gaping half open even though you can hear your dad's preferred morning show on the TV downstairs. Mm... you did tell her to take at least basic precautions, but looks like she's definitely getting off on leaving at least <i>some</i> room to get caught. Grinning, you grab her head and start thrusting up, her moaning only getting happier and sluttier as you start fucking her face and eventually paint her throat-pussy with your load. Pulling back, she spends a few moments wiping her lips and making sure she's swallowed or licked up all she can before asking, "Shall we spend all day fucking, darling?"\n\n"Mm, think I'll go out for a bit instead," you declare, flopping your arms to the pillow above your head. "Might wanna fuck a few other girls or something."\n\n"Oh, well, alright then, hon," she says, obviously a little disappointed, but then perking up as she adds, "But remember, Mommy's holes will be waiting for you when you get home." Then she sashays on out, no doubt intending to give your father a sendoff handjob or something.\n\nLaying there, you turn over what you want to do. You do kinda want to fuck a few other girls, and maybe guys too, but you're not sure whether you want to make that the main thrust of your day (heh) or just something to do to kill some time. After all you're fairly certain if you leave your mom alone for a bit she'll make her own fun and you kind of want to see what sort she makes... so just meandering around for a few hours and coming back would be the idea there. Hm... while you're thinking about it, you could also drop in on Tandy again, tell her how your first night went and how you're already getting up to lewdness, you kind of want to let her know you're having fun and intend to just "take it easy" with creating aimless wickedness for awhile.\n\n<hr>\n[[Go out for the day.|GGCandy]]\n\n[[Kill some time and come back.|GGCandy]]\n\n[[Go to Tandy's.|GGCandy15x2]]

Tandy did seem to be hoping that you'd wind up plotting big things, it seems only fair to tell her you've decided to do the wicked witch equivalent of backpacking around Europe for a year before college. ... Hm, actually, doing exactly that once you graduate high school would have a lot of possibilities now~! No, no, focus, you were gonna go see Tandy.\n\nYou get up and get dressed in some of your newly-charmed clothing before heading out, electing to skip breakfast since if anyone's gonna have something to nosh on it should be the candy witch. You stroll on over, several times resisting the urge to pounce cute passersby, more to keep in practice with self control than anything else. Soon enough you find your way back to the shop, heading inside and strolling right towards the front. You're a bit surprised when it's not your big-boobed futa mentor standing behind the counter, but the pale-haired, tired-looking Mandy. "Oh, hey there."\n\n"Hey, Cyan," Mandy answers flatly, as if completely bored with you and everything in the world. But it seems like that's how she sounds about everything, so you don't take it personally.\n\n"Tandy around?" you ask, leaning against a non-glass counter.\n\n"She had something to do. So it's just me here," she answers in the same bland tone. \n\n"Huh, so what's she doing?"\n\n"Didn't say. I could tell you where she is, I guess, if you want, she'd probably be fine with that." She certainly doesn't seem to mind being left in the dark, but, again... she doesn't seem to mind <i>anything</i>.\n\nYou ponder that for a moment, while your eyes wander to a tray of snickerdoodles in the display case. Pointing at them, you ask, "Are those normal?"\n\nMandy's head tilts down to follow your point and then back up to you, somewhat like someone adjusting the angle on a model. "No, they're snicker-doodles. They make you kind of giggly and excited. Eat enough of them and they'll also give you a doodle. But since you're a wicked witch you have a resistance... so they'd basically be normal to you."\n\n"Huh, cool, could I have a few please?"\n\n"Sure." While Mandy snags a paper tissue and starts taking some of the cookies out, you ponder whether to go track down Tandy, or just wait around here for her. You guess you could chat with Mandy while you wait... or try to, at least. She's not exactly an enthusiastic conversationalist but then again she also doesn't seem to get annoyed at talking and answering questions.\n\n<hr>\n[[Go look for Tandy.|GGCandy]]\n\n[[Hang out here.|GGCandy15x3]]

"By which I mean, I'm going to change your body too," you note, bringing up your tail to loom in the air above him, all the other tips curling back to leave one tipped with what looks a lot like a needle bobbing lightly back and forth int he air on its own. "And your mind along with it."\n\n"What?" Dean squeaks with fear... even as his cock gives a throb in your hand. Oh wow, that mingling of fear, arousal, curiosity, and terror-anticipation is like an orgasm all its own to your shared senses. "What... what're you gonna turn me into?!"\n\n"Oh, I think you'll make an absolutely great-"\n\n<hr>\n[["-incubus."|GGMon]]\n\n[["-succubus."|GGMon]]\n\n[["-succuboi."|GGMon]]\n\n[["-dog."|GGMon]]

"Sure," you answer with a grin. "I mean I've got all day to give him attention since it's summer, I'm sure I'll be able to tucker him out enough that he won't feel like making mischief."\n\n"Uh-huh." Andy raises an eyebrow. "Well, good luck with that. But in any event, his things are in there," she adds, pointing to what looks a lot like a travel bag instead of something you'd keep pet supplies in. \n\n"Ah, right, is there a carrier or...?"\n\n"No, he'd refuse to use one if there was. He won't run off, dear, no worries, just let him ride on your shoulder."\n\n"Really? Ah!" you squeak in delight as Puck practically pours himself onto your shoulder and then drapes himself around your neck like a fur muffler. Which you'd be less than thrilled about considering the summer heat outside but then he starts purring and aaaaaaaaa baby! You're in such a happy daze that you've picked up the suitcase and headed out the door before you've even really thought about it. Still, it's just like she said... Puck stays draped around the back of your neck and across your shoulders placidly the entire walk home, his tail lightly thwapping your arm as the lower half of it flits lazily, his purring lulling you into a sort of dreamy state of having acquired what must be the best cat <i>ever</i>. She seriously wanted to rehome this cutie over some scratched furniture and broken chotchkies? \n\n"Here we are, Puck, welcome to your new home!" you declare as you walk back into the house. You're sure by now your parents will let you keep him... he is the charmingest little motherfucker you've ever met, after all. "This is my room, where you'll probably be staying most of the time," you add as you walk in, pausing as Puck rises languidly from your shoulders and leaps over to the bed. "Well yeah, make yourself at home," you snicker, then pause briefly to eye various dangling wires and vulnerable collectibles of your own. Hm, yeah, some catproofing may be required. But first, "Okay, let's see, I bet you've got a litter box or something in here," you murmur, setting down the bag and opening it. Then you blink, rummaging through. "Uh, this looks like mostly clothes." You pause and hole up a pair of lacy white panties. "... She must've put out the wrong bag for sure, I'll call her in a minute. But hm... definitely need to get at least the pan set up. I think we've got one that'd work out in the garage. You just stay there, okay? Stay?" you comment to Puck, who's sitting regally on the bed gazing around at what he clearly views as his new domain. "... I mean you come when called so I guess maybe you know 'stay'." Shrugging, you get up and head back downstairs and out to the garage.\n\nIt really takes only a few minutes of rummaging before you find the shallow plastic container you were looking for, figuring it will make an adequate litter box until you can get a proper one. Snagging a newspaper off the stack of them to use until, again, you get some proper litter, you head back upstairs and walk in. "'Kaaay, found you a temporary litter bo-!" You cut off at the sight of clothes scattered around the room, your jaw dropping. Wha?! How did he even get your closet open?! Let alone your drawers?! Your panties are tossed all over the place! You weren't even gone that long, how did he even-?!\n\n"Nah, it's fine, I'm good with using the toilet."\n\nYour head jerks to the side and towards the bed, and your already sagged jaw goes completely limp, along with your shoulders and hands, the paper and bin clattering to the floor. Laying stretched out on the bed is a boy. About your age in appearance, slender and on the pretty side, and currently not wearing anything covering his dark caramel-colored skin other than a bright red pair of your panties and a set of your black thighhighs (because this is Deviville and girls in Deviville get at least one pair of thighhighs in the mail). He has one stocking-sheathed leg folded over the raised knee of the other, quite clearly showing off the bulge in the front of the panties. His scruffy, shortish black hair falls almost into the bright yellow eyes that are fixed on your Switch as he plays it, the black cat ears sprouting from the top of his head giving a wiggle as he blows a bubble of what has to be the last piece of your imported Japanese caffeine gum to judge by the color, though it certainly doesn't seem to be making him jittery since his tail is languidly sweeping back and forth to one side.\n\n"By the way, you are really lacking in the cute panties department, my stuff is way cuter than yours," he comments as he pulls the popped bubble back in and resumes chewing, eyes never leaving the game screen. "It was all I could do to find this pair to steal. For the future, keep in mind that white looks best on me. I like black but you lose so many of the little details against my skin, you know?"\n\n<hr>\n[["GYAH! PERVERT!"|GGDL]]\n\n[["... Puck?"|GGPuck1x1]]

"To be honest, I could care less about turning back into a human," you declare, grinning broadly as you once again resume your succubus form. "Succubi are my favorite monster girls for a reason! I mean, you're telling me I have an opportunity to be as much of a lewd bitch as I want and I should fight to go back to being some normal teenager stuck in public school and heading off to slog through college for the next six years of my life? Fuuuuuck that," you declare with a triumphant flick of your wings and tail.\n\n"B-b-b-b-but Cyan," Dean stammers again, obviously thrown completely off. "I mean, can you <i>do</i> that?! You're supposed to want to go back to being human!" he adds a bit lamely.\n\n"Psh, we all know how I am about doing what I'm supposed to," you scoff, waving off the concern. Then you smirk and lean in towards him again, eyes twinkling as he predictably goes red. "I mean, you were the one saying you didn't want to be in control of me, huh?"\n\n"I mean... yeah, I mean, I don't, I mean, you should be in control of yourself," he murmurs, squirming in place.\n\n"So don't you think the last order you give me should be 'Do what you want to as if I weren't your trainer, Cyan'?" you practically coo.\n\n'But I'm not sure if you're in your right mind.' You can almost hear him think the words... maybe you actually do. He even opens his mouth to say something... then closes it. If he actually said that, he'd just be playing into the idea that he knows better than you do what you want. Swallowing hard, obviously a bit afraid, he finally nods and says, "Cyan, I... I order you to make your own decisions from now on and not obey my orders!"\n\n"Thanks!" you chirp, immediately ready for your next course of action.\n\n<hr>\n[[Pounce him.|GGMon3x4]]\n\n[[Kiss him.|GGMon]]\n\n[[Ditch him.|GGMon]]

You jerk backward a little, giving your head a shake to try and focus... and a second later realizing you're still holding Dean's hand to your breast. Blushing, you release your grip on his wrist and let him yank his hand back. "... Sorry. Got a little carried away."\n\n"You... you think?" he murmurs, apparently flustered enough to actually snark back a little.\n\n"Still, I think this explains a few things," you say, resting your hands on your hips, split-ended tail flicking back and forth.\n\n"Er, explains... what?"\n\n"Why the shirt changed me and not you, despite you being the one wearing it. It says 'Monster Girl Trainer', you're wearing it..." You poke him right on the 'Trainer' part of the shirt, making him jump a little. "I'm your monster girl. You're supposed to train me. Like a Pokemon or something, I guess."\n\n"Buh-buh-buh-but that's misogynistic!" Dean splutters.\n\nYou roll your eyes and fold your arms under your enhanced chest. "Dean I don't think the cursed magic shirt really gives a shit if you do a callout post about it on Tumblr. The fact is that right now we've got to deal with the reality of the situation, and the reality is that you're my trainer and I have to... no, I think I <i>need</i> to follow your instructions." At his dubious look, you add, "Like a Servant, maybe."\n\n"Oh. So you're still your own person," Dean says with a relieved tone, now that you've put it in reFateable terms for him. "I mean, I guess that's... better?"\n\n"Yeah. We should look for some way to turn me back, like going to that store again." You pull out your phone and check the time, making a face. "But work'll get out soon and the mall will be slammed, we'd have a way harder time dealing with weirdness with a ton of people around, I bet."\n\n"I mean, plus, you're... y'know," Dean murmurs, gesturing up and down, somehow managing to avoid indicating your breasts while indicating the rest of you.\n\nYou consider that, then hm. "Try ordering me to look different."\n\n"... Er?"\n\n"I have to follow your orders, right? So give me a beneficial one that I want to follow."\n\n"Oh!" Dean's eyes actually light up a little. "Hey, maybe we can fix this whole thing that way! Cyan, by my Command Se-... oh, um, don't have those," he says sheepishly, dropping his hand. "Er, Cyan, I order you to go back to normal!"\n\nWithout intending to you suck in a deep breath as your horns, wings, and tail instantly draw back into your body, your breasts shrinking back to their previous size rapidly and allowing your T-shirt to drop back into place, for a moment hanging stretched and tattered before it readjusts to its prior fit, the rips in the back where your wings had been closing up.\n\n"W-whoa, it even fixed your shirt," Dean murmurs, eyes wide. "D-did it work? Are you human again?"\n\n"Hm..." You turn back and forth a bit, trying to examine yourself. You definitely look like you did when you walked into Dean's room, but you're still tasting the skin tone of one of his statuettes and hearing the green of his eyes. "No, I think I'm still a succubus, I just... look like my human self." You ponder further for a moment before adding, "I do kind of feel like I might be able to do it myself pretty easy if I do it another time or two. Here, tell me to turn into someone else."\n\n"Uh... like who?" he asks, obviously having gone a little blank.\n\n"I dunno, anyone. Someone from school, if that helps."\n\n"Oh, uh... how about that one girl we've done D&D with a few times, Maya? Turn into her."\n\nYou snort a little, even as you can feel your hair changing and your breasts expanding again, but this time your clothes change too, becoming a fitted black tanktop and little black cutoffs as your body alters. "Hm, kinda thinking maybe you fantasize about the big titty goth gee-eff, Dean," you tease, hearing something like but not quite like Maya's voice as you deliberately give your shoulders a shake to make said tits jiggle.\n\n"H-hey, Cyan, c'mon," he murmurs plaintively, even as you can see his eyes trying to lock on to the motion. "That's... not fair, I mean, you're in someone else's body."\n\n"Hey, what she doesn't know won't hurt her," you assert, reaching back to lightly slap your Maya-fied ass a few times. Hm... you kinda think yours is better, to be honest. But she does have nice boobs, for sure, no wonder some of the other girls at school hate her. Plus you think Dean's maybe wearing down a little towards some of the possibilities of this, which you can't help but think you'd rather play around with than turning back right away. Buuut you guess that might be an effect of seeing him as your master. Trainer. Whatever. "Anyway, I think I've about got the hang of it. Order me to turn into one more person."\n\n"Um. Okay. Uh, I guess turn into... uh... Ch'en?" he suggests a bit sheepishly.\n\n"A fictional character? And her, really?" you ask, even as you can feel yourself starting to shift, growing taller and lankier, your clothes changing to tighter, shinier black hotpants, your shirt shifting into something that passes for a white work blouse while a black jacket with fitted accessories curves into being over it, sneakers changing into knee-high boots. You glance upward as a pair of jagged, upward-pointed horns grow from amidst your hair as it turns raven blue-black and pulls back into a ponytail, a black tail pushing out from your lower back and flicking as a tuft of hair grows in at the end. A pair of swords draped from long straps and settled at your lower back even comes into being from somewhere. "Well. I have horns and a tail again, but I guess this is different."\n\n<img src="images/Ch'en.png">\n\n"Uh, wow though, you actually do look like her," Dean asserts, staring with wide eyes, looking more impressed than horny. "I mean, you're not 2D or an anime girl, but... somehow you look exactly like Ch'en." He tilts his head. "Think you've got a handle on it now?"\n\n"Yeah. ... You probably need to tell me I can let go of this form now, though, since you told me to assume it I feel like I ought to stay looking like the literal Dragon Lady here unless I have permission," you state a little dryly.\n\n"Oh, right right. ... Wow how do you even sound like her even though you're still speaking English? Er, anyway! Cyan, look like whatever you want to look like."\n\nHis phrasing is actually really helpful... though you'd felt like you were starting to get the hang of shapeshifting, being specifically ordered to do it at will is somehow relaxing. You ease back into your real form... meaning, your succubus one, the jagged horns sliding downward and curling forward, smoothing out as they resume their circuitboard texture, your tail narrowing and splitting at the end into its plugin ports, your wings pushing out of your back and your breasts expanding, though this time you're able to move your clothes around to accommodate everything. Then you once again retract all the extra bits, as well as the extra boobage... wellll maybe you leave just a little of it, because why not. You do a quick check in the mirror to make sure, but yup, you look like normal, human you again. \n\n"Whew. Okay, so, everything's back to normal. I mean, or looks back to normal," Dean amends sheepishly. "So, uh, what now? I mean, I know you said we'd have to wait to go check out the place you got the shirt, but like... is that still the plan, or...?"\n\nGood question. For you, the plan is...\n\n<hr>\n[[... turn back into a human.|GGMon]]\n\n[[... have fun as a succubus.|GGMon3x3]]\n\n[[... get Dean to accept you're his slave.|GGMon4x1]]

"Uh... sub-... sub-... sub-" Dean stammers, obviously having trouble actually vocalizing the word in this context.\n\n"Yeah." Staring at him intently, you put your hands on his shoulders. "Dean. Order me to do stuff."\n\n"... whaaaat...?" he squeaks, his voice almost helium-like as he starts shaking. Despite his near-terror, you can just taste his cock getting harder in his pants.\n\n"Command me. Demand stuff of me. Seriously, whatever kinky, weird, freaky stuff you've ever thought of," you insist, leaning in closer to his face bit by bit. "The deviant stuff I know a shy little fucker thinks of at night with his hard cock in his hand, I'll do it all for you, whatever you ask."\n\n"Cyan!" he squeaks... and squeaks even louder as you grab one of his hands and place it to one of your breasts, guiding it in a rolling stroke over the black fabric hugged globe.\n\n"Mmm, yeah, c'mon, lemme see your entire favorite tags list on the doujin sites, Master, I'll do 'em all in order or maybe all at once if we can figure out how," you coo, wiggling your shoulders to press your tit against his palm.\n\n"Cyan, y-y-y-you gotta snap out of it! You're talking crazy!"\n\n<hr>\n[["... erk."|GGMon3x2]]\n\n[["Dominate me, destroy me, use me, abuse me~!"|GGMon]]\n\n[["... Hm, I can fix this..."|GGMon]]

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

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

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

Your name is Britney, you're twenty-five, and you're a trust fund baby. Though you at least take pride in the fact that you've never been an utterly stereotypical one. You went to college and did something other than party (though you did do a <i>lot</i> of that). You keep a low profile and keep yourself out of trouble, which isn't always easy when you're a tall blonde with a great rack (and a strong libido). You go to the gym to train, not to drink smoothies and ogle guys' butts (okay, you do that too).\n\nBut you've grown bored with doing nothing all day, and have no real interest in entering your father's antiquities business. You've begun to crave action, adventure, and maybe more cash than your regular trust fund payments can provide. Luckily, your older sister Jenna is about to set off on an archaeological expedition, one that could make you both very rich. Well, aside from the money you've already inherited. She's offered to let you come along as her assistant and bodyguard... well, she is shorter and less toned than you, but you're pretty sure that last bit is just her teasing. Still, you've got some time before the expedition is scheduled to leave, so you've got to decide what you want to do in the time remaining.\n\n[[Hookup time!|WBrit1x1]]: There's this totally hot Indian guy you've been seeing off and on. If you leave before hooking up with him you're unlikely to ever see him again. It's probably now or never for a night of passion with someone from the place that literally wrote the book on sex.\n\n[[Gun training|GBrit1x1]]: It won't exactly be a comprehensive course, but you're a fast learner... you should be able to at least learn how to disassemble and reassemble a rifle before you leave, and being able to handle guns would mean being a bodyguard wasn't such a joke.\n\n[[VR course|VRBrit1x1]]: Jenna claims to have designed an immersive VR experience designed to teach you all you need to know to be helpful academically on the expedition. Seems like a tall order, but then your sister is pretty much a supergenius.\n\n[[Jenna's lab|LBrit1x1]]: Jenna's also suggested you simply spend the time at her private lab. She'd probably try to wrangle you into playing guinea pig again (your hair was blue for <i>two years</i> because of her when you were a kid).

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Oho, a cursed item, huh? Including that as loot in your dungeon could be a lot of fun! Hm, you might get a bit of a reputation right off the bat, but... heck, why not go for it? Even if your dungeon gets a rep as a place where some of the loot is cursed, there's definitely got to be gamblers out there that would give it a shot anyway!\n\nYou tap the 'Cursed Item' keyword, which inverts to turn white with black text, then poke the gold banner beneath. The floor in front of you glows with a circle of bright golden light, which begins swirling and pulsing, then fires a column of more light directly upward. An item takes form in shadow in the center of it, before the column of light sort of 'pops' and leaves the silver ring circled with rubies slowly turning as it hovers in midair. "Ooooo," you coo, admittedly enchanted as you reach out to take it.\n\nYou get one of those item popup screens like before, but this time there's the normal readout up top, and a sort of extended screen with faded red text that you're betting that only you can see, since you're the 'proper' owner who knows it's cursed.\n\n'Ring of Boosting\n+ Increases all stats slightly\n+ Levels with wearer\n\nRing of Lust\n- If forced on, causes the wearer to experience intense arousal\n- If donned willingly by a female, she rapidly becomes a succubus\n- If donned willingly by a male, he gradually becomes an incubus\n- If donned willingly by a futa, she rapidly becomes a sex beast'\n\n... Wow, this game is actually way pervier than you thought, and you're playing a futa who was able to jerk off first thing. What exactly is a 'sex beast', you wonder? The powergamer part of your brain insists that it sounds like it comes with more stat boosts, especially since you're betting it still works as a Ring of Boosting too. On the other hand, cursed is cursed, you're betting that it's not exactly a wholly positive thing. Still, you can't escape the slight urge to just try it on right now purely to see what happens. It's just a game, right?\n\n<hr>\n[[Put the ring on.|GGDL]]\n\n[[Save the ring for later.|GGDL]]\n\n[[Set the ring as the Prize Item.|GGDL3x3]]

Fuck it! Gacha! Gacha gacha! Gacha gachaaaaaaa gacha gaaaachaaaaaaa!\n\nYou select the Gold level gacha, and are pleased by the wide array of keyword boxes that pop up, as well as the bright, sparkling, alluring gold banner to actually initiate the draw... some of the sparkles are even in rainbow colors, hinting at the alluring possibility that it might even contain something from the Ultra Gacha. Oh boy oh boy oh boy!\n\nYou're practically quivering in place, and have to calm yourself a bit. Admittedly, you've never done a gacha pull where whatever it is will turn into a solid object or real thing or item or even person! ... Well, real enough, anyway, since you're in VR. Still, it's a very exciting prospect! And these keywords are definitely alluring too... they're specific enough and interesting enough that you definitely wish you had enough LP to use the Ultra Gacha, but oh well, you'll just have to hope you can earn enough. (Or could you hack this? ... Is there a VR version of Cheat Engine? You'll have to look it up later, you're too excited right now.)\n\nOkay, okay, what to pick?\n\n<hr>\n[['Tank Monster'|GGDungeon]]\n\n[['Transformation Trap'|GGDungeon]]\n\n[['Cursed Item'|GGDungeon3x2]]\n\n[['Group'|GGDungeon]]\n\n[['Max Level'|GGDungeon]]\n\n[['Destruction Trap'|GGDungeon]]\n\n[['Magic Armor'|GGDungeon]]\n\n[['Greater Tome'|GGDungeon]]

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

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

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

You decide to take some time to look over the Scholomancer and see if it might be worthwhile for you to run as a sort of story-guiding NPC with a party of just one or two other players... after all, that makes scheduling way easier, right? You start flipping through the pages, and yeah, you don't see a single offensive spell... lots of protective spells, curatives, some buffs, but nothing that does so much as a point of damage. Apparently they devote everything to gathering more knowledge for the Academic's Guild, exploring the world and even the other planes in search of information to bring back. That's definitely a plot hook you could-\n\nSuddenly you find yourself underwater. Just like that, between breaths. If the suddenness of the change and the fact that you can't see except for a green blur weren't bad enough, there's the whole <i>being underwater</i> thing that's sufficient to send you into a panic, flailing around and finding your fists and legs smacking against something hard and unyielding around you. Then you're being sent tumbling and sliding forward, coughing and gasping as you're given air again, your still slightly frenzied motions making you flop around on the wet stone floor not unlike a landed fish.\n\n"Geez, Angie, you've done this often enough, you usually take it a bit better," a voice from above you scoffs.\n\nStill coughing and spluttering a bit, you push yourself up to your hands and knees, feeling off-kilter and unbalanced. "Wha... huh?" you reply blearily, trying to get up, then yelping and slipping around, winding up sitting hard on your ass, your tits jiggling with the impact. You look down, then go a bit slack-jawed at the large bare breasts dripping with something green where your rather smaller ones used to be. You half-reflexively clap an arm across them, and realize that's... not really your arm, either, the proportions just somehow slightly different. Putting a hand over your equally bare crotch, and at the same time realizing the legs you're looking at are longer and a bit more, well, luscious than yours, you look up blearily at the blonde woman in plain black robes who's grinning down at you. "Wh-... who are you, and who the hell is 'Angie'?"\n\nAt that, the woman's face falls. "... Whups."\n\nShortly after you're sitting in an office sulking. You did at least get to get cleaned up, and got to take a look at yourself in the mirror... or rather, the body you're inhabiting. A bit on the taller side than you, with messy dark brown hair down to the shoulders, freckles (both on your face and cleavage), amber eyes, and slightly elongated visibly pointed ears. Oh yeah and a body that would make a porn star jealous... curvy but still slim somehow. (The unspoken benefit of being half-elf, you're guessing.) You were given some plain robes to wear (brown, with a built-in belt and coming down to about halfway down your thighs) and sent to meet with a woman called Professor Anisielle, who looks to be a full elf with luxurious golden hair, a slender body clad in much nicer white silk robes, an absolutely gorgeous face, and the most librarian-y spectacles you've ever seen.\n\n"Well, it happens sometimes, nothing to really be done for it," Anisielle says in a slightly bland tone. "In the manner of preventing people's spirits from getting trapped in our revivification network, anyway, at least that we've found so far. We're very sorry for the trouble, obviously, but there is a way to return your spirit to your proper body."\n\nThat makes you perk up. "Really?!"\n\n"Yes, but I'm afraid there's the matter of a number of very expensive components that would be required for it, which we can't just use up for free, obviously. And then there's your debt over the cloned body you're wearing, which will have to be paid off before anything else."\n\nFor a moment your jaw sags and you're just sitting there in outrage, before you stab your finger at her. "You can't <i>charge</i> me for this <i>body</i>! It's your fault I'm in it!"\n\nAnisielle blinks slowly and deliberately. "I really don't see how it is."\n\n"It's <i>your</i> 'revivification' network! You just said it does this!"\n\n"Yes but as an unintended side effect. Since the side effect is unintended, I really don't see how we're liable for it in any way."\n\n"That doesn't make sense!"\n\n"Legally it does, I assure you, we have already gone to court several times to establish this. If your issue is with the philosophical nature of blame and obligation therefrom, I would have to point out that such has very little legal bearing, but you may of course join in one of the Academic's Guild philisophical forums to debate the subject," Anisielle replies, adjusting her glasses.\n\nYou sit there fuming for a few moments, but it's not like you can exactly ask for a lawyer. "Well what do you even suggest, then?"\n\n"The obvious solution is to send you out on a knowledge-gathering mission, so that you may pay off your debt and earn enough payment credit to afford to both pay off your clone and afford the ritual to send you back to your own world. Luckily, right now there is a newly-discovered continent being explored, meaning that the potential for knowledge-gathering is extremely high."\n\n"Uh. Can I... do that?" you ask slowly. "I mean, I don't seem to have gotten 'Angie's' knowledge or anything."\n\n"I wouldn't doubt some of it will crop up here and there, after all we've been having this entire conversation in Elven," Anisielle says breezily, which makes you blink. "But while training and learning in these fields can certainly help and be more valuable, in a case like this our automated methods are sufficient. This," she says, opening a drawer and taking out a brown leather-bound book with some glittery blue parts on the cover and a red gemlike thing inset in the center, resting in a sort of holster on a belt. "Is a copy of Angiela's Observation Grimoire. Once you've had hold of it for a few hours it will be bonded to you and effectively incapable of being lost. It also contains all the spells Angiela has learned, you should be able to cast those. It's all quite automated, and there's a pen included so that you can add your own observations, the better those are the more you'll earn."\n\nYou eye the pen, which looks a lot like a metal tablet stylus, but after a moment shrug and stand up, picking up the Grimoire and starting to belt it on. As you are, you pause, then say flatly, "You're going to charge me for this, too, aren't you?"\n\n"Yes, of course. And the travel boots you'll need before being transported to the new continent. Ah, of course, before you go we'll also be needing to register you as a distinct individual in the revivification network, to prevent any mixups with Angiela. In the event that you meet some unfortunate fate, you'll be revived here, perfectly safe, and able to resume knowledge-gathering within the day."\n\n"... And with the expense of another body added to my debt?" you ask, Anisielle nodding placidly. "So, I spend all my time working and learning stuff, and anything of actual benefit I learn you guys will take and use as you see fit, possibly making way more in profit than you bought it for me from, for which I'll get nothing, while I also rack up a massive debt to you for things you say I need?"\n\nAnisielle's eyes glitter a bit nastily. "Welcome to academia."\n\nAbout an hour later you're stepping grumpily off of a slightly raised platform. Normally you'd be excited about actually getting literally magically transported halfway around the world, but uh... yeaaah the situation's put a bit of a damper on your sense of childlike wonder. (Well, that and that you have nothing but the clothes on your back and a book to your name. They didn't even give you any underwear!) You're no longer in the grand, expensive-looking building the other platform was in (can't afford the ingredients your ass), but a much more simple wooden structure about twice the size of the platform itself, with a grey-robed man standing in front of it just lowering his arms.\n\n"Welcome to Landfall!"\n\n"'Landfall', huh?" you echo, peeking toward the doorless doorway and the bustle of activity beyond.\n\n"Named by sailors, not the most imaginative bunch," he says sheepishly. "My my though, it is remarkable... for all that you look just like Angie, you don't move or speak like her at all. You're really from another world?"\n\n"Yeah, Earth." Which makes you blink. "Hey, wait, if you guys love knowledge so much, why can't I just tell you stuff about Earth in return for money?!"\n\n"Why, that's an interesting question," the man muses aloud. After you've stared at him for several moments, he blinks, "Yes, something else?"\n\n"So can I... just... do that?"\n\n"I'm really not sure, I'd have to ask, and I don't have the authority for the expense account to <i>initiate</i> contact."\n\nYou clap both hands to your face and drag them down, then sigh and mutter a goodbye to him before turning and half-stomping your way out the door. At that, you do have to pause and look. ... Yup, you're authentically in another world. High fantasy stuff, looks like... more western style, you muse as you see a couple of guys in armor go buy, mostly lobstered steel and iron over chainmail, without a practically spherical primary-colored pauldron in sight. So mostly you see a lot of humans of different shades, some elf ears of various levels of prominence here and there, a few greenish people. Oh, there <i>are</i> some people with wildly-colored hair and eyes, but not enough that it looks like blue is like a default color or something. The town looks like it's fairly new, most of the boards of the buildings pale and a bit unweathered, but some of them look older than others, and it looks like it's already, well, a full town rather than just some upjumped landing camp.\n\nOkay, well. You glance up... looks like it's early morning, so there's still a full day. Sooner you start gathering knowledge, the sooner you can go home. ... But what to do? Realizing you're standing sort of in the way, you hurry to find a slight alley between the buildings and pull out the book. When you open it you're a bit surprised to find it's completely blank. 'What? ... Oh, wait, she said it's automated, maybe it really is like a tablet?' "Uh, show me my spell list?" you say. Almost instantly the pages start filling in, listing off spells almost exactly the way you're used to seeing them in sourcebooks, albeit, well, obviously from a 'real world' perspective of minutes, hours, and so on rather than rounds or whatever. You even recognize some of the spells, which is both weird and a relief. ... But, hm. Just like the game book said, not a single thing that does damage. It's all utility spells, buffs, healing/purification... well. At least you're fairly certain that you could survive in the wilderness with what's here. And if something bad <i>does</i> happen, at least you won't <i>die</i>-die, just... wind up deeper in debt.\n\nFfffuck.\n\nAnyway. You guess you could just basically head out of town in a random direction and start letting the grimoire collect knowledge, as well as writing your own observations in hopes those help earn you some money. ... 'Course that also seems like the sort of thing to eventually wind up getting offed. And you're betting that would just so coincidentally put you in more debt than your gathered knowledge would cover. ... Agh, it's <i>exactly</i> the sort of brilliant DMing plot device that would keep an adventuring party on the hook! But now you're actually having to live it! Not fair!\n\n... Speaking of which, maybe that's a better idea. Find an adventuring party to hook up with. You do have buffs and healing to offer, among other things. They have being better armed and presumably better trained to survive in the wilderness. Seems like a win-win! ... Although they'd probably be going directly towards trouble, on purpose, while alone you always have the option of avoiding it as best you can.\n\nOr you guess you could stick around town and try to figure out how to make some money. There's got to be some way you could, and you've gotta figure that being able to buy supplies or something would help you once you did eventually set out into the wilderness. ... You'd at least like to be able to afford a pair of panties, it's sort of breezy here.\n\n<hr>\n[[Head out immediately.|GGSchol1x2]]\n\n[[Find an adventuring party.|GGSchol]]\n\n[[Stick around town.|GGSchol]]

No, things are already weird enough without trying to negotiate the social/employment situations of another world entirely. \n\n"Can't believe I got isekai'd and within four hours I'm just heading off into the wilderness because of the institution's manipulations," you mutter as you stomp off down the road... then make a face. "... That's like actually super common isekai stuff, fuck." Why is everything that's entertaining on the other side of a book so shitty when it actually happens to you?\n\nBut it doesn't take very long to leave town, or to get entirely away from the bustle of people coming and going, and to be surrounded by the nature of the new continent. You wonder if it even has a name yet or if that's one of those things it takes people arguing about for a long time to decide. It's very green, you muse, looking out over the rolling hills that lead off towards the distance where there's a forested area, and visible mountains beyond, bits of white capping the brown and green slopes. That is... a lot of country. Maybe you should at least narrow it down a little bit.\n\nOh, right, didn't you see a spell called 'Map' when you looked at the list earlier? You take out the Grimoire again and bring up the spell list, flipping through the pages. Ah yes, Map. 'Creates a rough outline of the area around the caster. Details are vague at first but will fill in as the caster themselves view them.' Sounds good. After a second's hesitation, you just tap the spell and... the spell list is disappeared and replaced by a map (albeit a very sparse one) drawing itself on the page. Oh wow, this thing really is just like a tablet, isn't it? Well that's handy.\n\nAlright, looks like... okay, yeah, forest ahead, duh, those are obviously little indicators for trees. Then something that looks like a little castle? So probably a ruin of some kind, or maybe a new fort? And it looks like there's a lake too, off to your left, at least you're assuming that's what the squiggly lines mean.\n\n<hr>\n[[Go into the forest.|GGSchol]]\n\n[[Head towards the ruins.|GGSchol]]\n\n[[Go to the lake.|GGSchol1x3]]

Yeah, best to head towards the lake, you think as you close the Grimoire and reholster it. There's all sorts of like... plants and lichen and rocks and stuff around lakes to gain knowledge of.\n\n... Plus it's like just a really nice day out and even if you have been isekai'd into debt-slavery, the idea of going out to the lake on a nice day is a bit of a nice idea. Man, imagine if you'd just done that instead...\n\nOf course, several hours of cross-country hiking later you're reminded that it's not quite as easy a proposition as it was back in Deviville. At least the country's mostly open and the most exhausting part of it is that it's so hilly, and you don't run into any dangerous-looking animals. Occasionally you take out the Grimoire and check it for what it's been recording automatically, and find a list of grasses, plants, insects, and birds you presumably passed, some with having seen and some you had no clue were there. You take a few breaks where you rest and add some sketches of things around you to the Grimoire using the stylus... they're not exactly 'old-timey ancient avid explorer' level sketches since your usual mileau is drawing anime waifus and big-dicked furry guys, but hey, better than nothing. (Hm, wonder if there's any money to be made in this world on drawing commissions of someone's fursona? ... Well, you're not exactly in a position to find out now that you've completely left civilization, so whatever.)\n\nEventually you crest one of the hills and find you're almost on top of the lake. Wow, you can hear it now too, the gentle lapping of waves, and it's gorgeous... sort of clear and a rich blue-green at the same time, the sun sparkling off of the surface in places like a gem. It's definitely the most picturesque lake you've seen, and for a moment you just have to stand there and be at least a little glad that all this happened since you got to see such a pristine natural beauty that no one else has seen before.\n\nAnd then there's a loud snort and stamp from off to the side, and you turn, your eyes widening slightly at another gorgeous natural wonder... a horse. Well, maybe not 100% natural since it seems to be wearing a saddle and some sort of armored barding. But in fact the black leather saddle and gleaming golden armor only add to the pristine white equine's own beauty. It's as if the very idea of a prince's white steed had leaped from your childhood imagination and was standing posed near the water's edge, right down to the bright blue-green mane and tail streaming luxuriously in the breeze.\n\nThe shine of the sunlight on the gold and the white is so bright and beautiful... you're overcome by the desire to-\n\n<hr>\n[[-ride him.|GGSchol1x4]]\n\n[[-worship his balls.|GGSchol]]\n\n[[-service his ass.|GGSchol]]\n\n[[... Wait, what breeze?|GGSchol]]

... Well. It's really embarrassing, thinking of complete strangers seeing your body naked. (Or... mostly naked. ... Naked is probably safest, though, you don't want to post one of yourself in just your panties only to find that didn't satisfy the bounty so you have to post another one.)\n\nYou sigh, then decide to just go through with it. You dig around and find a facemask, settling on just a plain black one, standard loops over the ears that covers your chin, jawline, and nose. Your eyes might still give you away so you'll just... keep them out of frame, which also partly solves the issue of your distinctive hair. (It is <i>too</i> distinctive you hellbitch, shut up shut up shut up!)\n\nYou strip down, then don the mask... which somehow feels intensely more lewd than if you were just completely naked. Showing everything <i>except</i> for what hides your identity, being fully out in the cool air except for the heat of your own breath on your face... dammit, why do these stupid, humiliating bounties also have to be exciting?!\n\nBlushing beneath the mask, you spend a few moments trying to figure out where in your room you could stand so that there isn't anything distinctive someone that knows you might recognize behind you. Eventually you decide that the only thing that will allay your paranoia is doing it in front of your full-length mirror... it's just a solid rectangle without any real frame, probably several tens of thousands sold. It will mean that your ass will be in view as well as your front, but, well... it does have to be a <i>sexy</i> selfie, after all, not just a naked one.\n\nYou move to stand in front of the mirror, opening the camera app and then holding it out at full extension of your arm (no way are you buying a selfie stick just for this shit... "Yet" part of your brain whispers smugly). You spend another few moments raising it and lowering it, doing your best to angle it and press your thighs together so that while the front of your crotch is in the shot, your actual pussy isn't visible. However, remembering that the bounty board apparently rates on effort, you do bring your other hand into the shot and make a victory sign to the side of your chest before taking the photo.\n\nYou review the picture... yeah, it goes basically from the top of your mask to mid-thigh. You zoom and examine... no visible sign of your pussy. Rather hesitantly, you open the social media app, starting a new post and attaching the picture. You waffle over whether to bother saying anything, but again not wanting to risk Sinnamon screwing you out of the completion for not putting in effort, you finally just settle on 'Hope you like it' before hitting Post. You can't help but flinch just a little at the sight of it appearing on your timeline, even if it is under a different name and icon... and immediately seeing numbers appear beside the heart at the bottom.\n\nValiantly resisting the urge to click on the notifications button as it lights up, you minimize the app and click on the bounty board, sucking in a breath and holding it...\n<<set $day2selfie to true>>\n'<<if $day2selfie is true>>[x] Post a sexy selfie<<else>>[] Post a sexy selfie<<endif>>\n<<if $day2out is false>>[] Lounge outside naked<<else>>[x] Lounge outside naked<<endif>>\n<<if $day2write is false>>[] Write something lewd on yourself<<else>>[x] Write something lewd on yourself<<endif>>\n<<if $day2cum is false>>[] Cum with something in your butt'<<else>>[x] Cum with something in your butt'<<endif>><<set $safehours += 8>><<set $bountcomp += 1>>\n\nYou let the breath out in a rush. Phew, it worked.<<if $bountcomp is 4>><<set $corruption += 1>>\n\n"Well, dear, good job!" Sinnamon's voice suddenly chirps from the phone. "You went above and beyond today<<if $corruption > 1>> too<<endif>>, and I think you've earned a little reward!"\n\n"Ah... yeah?" you ask, unable to help being curious (and a little eager).\n\n<<if $appsunlocked is 1>>"Yes, dear, I've updated the Hell2Pay app, and linked it to the social media app I set up for you. It takes donations and subscriptions, don't you know? Anyway, from now on you can get money from the simps you accrue on it, to spend on what you like as well as what will help with bounties!"<<set $appsunlocked += 1>>\n\nYou sigh heavily. Great. She's turned you into a full ethot. ... Well, if you're going to have to do it, you guess you may as well profit off of it. (Though you don't miss the implication that she intends to keep making you post lewds to the CuteBlueSlut account.)<<else>>You see the bounty board app close, and another app icon appear on the phone's desktop. The app icon is an edgy-looking red dollar sign, with the text under it reading, "Hell2Pay?" you say aloud.\n\n"It's a payment app. Good everywhere, one way or another! And the wallet on this one is unlimited! But don't get your hopes up, sweetling, I'm not <i>that</i> generous," Sinnamon adds with a giggle as, admittedly, your eyes had gone rather wide. "It will only work for buying things related to completing your bounties."<<set $hell2pay to true>><<set $appsunlocked to 1>>\n\nWell that's... still surprisingly generous. It will make it easier to do these bounty things, probably, though you're a little loathe to consider what you might need the money for. Although... well, yeah, Sinnamon said outright that's what she wants. She <i>wants</i> you playing along and doing the whole board every day, so that you're tormenting yourself rather than her doing it. ... Although she also said that she wants you to have fun with it. Um... w-well... no, it's not like you will! ... Or... were, just now.\n\n... Hrm.\n\n........ Whatever.<<endif>><<endif>>\n\nYou close the app and check... you have <<if $safehours > 1 and $safehours < 10>>about eight<<endif>><<if $safehours > 10 and $safehours < 18>>about sixteen<<endif>><<if $safehours > 18 and $safehours < 27>>about twenty-four<<endif>><<if $safehours > 27 and $safehours < 36>>about thirty-two<<endif>> safe hours without Sinnamon cursing you now.\n\nYou stand there briefly just considering how relieved you are to get some more breathing room... then blush again, tugging the mask off and pulling your clothes back on. (At least for the moment.) <<if $bountcomp < 4>>You've got other bounties to consider, after all.<<endif>>\n\n<hr>\n[[Let's move on.|GGCCDayTwoBB]]

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

Hm. Possibly cool (and cheesy) antique tome for ten bux (because obviously you have tons of great advice that you can give away for free since you're not using it), plus a chance to yak with a friend you haven't seen in awhile, at least since school let out. Eh why not? You lean over and snag your phone off its charger, scrolling through your contacts and tapping one of them.\n\nThere's a few rings before it picks up. "<i>Oh hey Cyan, it's been a minute, what's up?</i>"\n\n"Hey, Maya. Would you happen to be selling a magic book on DeviList?" you ask in an amused tone.\n\n"<i>Yeaaaah that's me. How'd you know?</i>"\n\n"Lucky guess. Can I come over to your place and have a look at it?"\n\n"<i>Sure, that's fine, I'll clean up a little and see you when you get here.</i>"\n\n"'Kay, see you in a few."\n\nYou clean up a bit yourself (since you haven't seen Maya in awhile you may as well show up without gamer sweat clinging to you) and get dressed in your usual black jeans and metal band shirt (you have this vague inkling that the particular pile of sticks on your chest reads 'FUCKEM TODEATH' but that's mostly a guess, you've started collecting these things without bothering to know what bands they're connected to) before heading over. Maya lives a few blocks away, so it's an easy stroll despite the summer heat, and you arrive without having done too much potential harm to your Gamer Pallor. The door opens at your approach to reveal your friend (not close friend but still) Maya, who's considerably more goth than you are; most of her hair is dyed jet black save for her forelocks which she's dyed neon purple, and which hang down to well past her chest (which is on the large side). Apparently she too felt the need to get a bit dressy since she bothered with her dark purple lipstick and yellow contacts, as well as a snug black t-shirt with a Hello Kitty skull on it and tight little black cutoffs.\n\n"Heeey, c'mon in," Maya greets as she steps back to allow you to step inside. "You want anything to drink?"\n\n"No thanks. You always have those weird like... Swedish... colas from the deep back rooms of IKEA that they only allow you to buy if you have an ancestor with an umlaut over every vowel in their name within four generations," you reply wryly as you stroll in.\n\n"Hey, Great-Grandpa ßötvällê may as well have left us something besides a penchant for slightly stale-seeming gummi fish," Maya answers dryly as she closes the door and beckons you upstairs with her.\n\n"So this is the book huh?" you announce as you're handed the book, since that seems to be the thing to do when handed a book that is the book in question you came here to book, er, look at. Gotta admit, you're instantly in love. It's not quite full-on the Necronomicon from Army of Darkness, but the black leather of the cover <i>is</i> sort of knobbly and heavily-stitched, and seems way too dark for a book as old as it seems to be. It looks like it had a gold-gilt title at one point but time has both left only the barest little flecks of gold and rendered the impressions in the leather unreadable, leaving them looking more like old faded scars than empty engraving. "Why you so ticked at it?" you ask casually as you open it up and flip through it, by the goofy-ass spelling and titles immediately seeing what Maya meant about it being cheesy as well as antique. "You try one of the love potions on ya boy and it didn't work and now you're ticked at it?"\n\n"What, no!" Maya blurts, scowling. Then she glances away and coughs, folding her arms. "I mean it has love potions, but that seemed sort of... date rape-y. ... I did try one that's supposed to make a specific inner thought obvious to its target but it didn't work and I guess I'm peeved."\n\n'I hear there's another spell called "use your words" that does that,' you muse to yourself, closing the book, but not saying anything out loud. If Maya was willing to just tell her childhood friend she was in love with him, she wouldn't be trying goofy-ass spells for it. Though you sort of appreciate being adjacent to such shenanigans, it's like being the hot and fandom-beloved side character in a mostly-forgotten 00's love comedy anime. "Fair enough," you say aloud magnanimously, fishing a ten out of your pocket and proffering it.\n\nMaya raises her eyebrows at that, reaching over to pluck the bill out of your fingers. "Oh really? So you think you've got ten bucks worth of advice? There's a shocker."\n\n"Hey, you asked. My advice is..."\n\n<hr>\n[["... just tell him how you feel."|GGMB1x1]]\n\n[["... just fuck him."|GGMB]]\n\n[["... let's have another look at the book."|GGMB]]\n\n[["... NTR his ass."|GGMB3x1]]

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Let's just follow him for now. He might be going right back to his boss."\n\n"That scenario does seem likely. Laying in a stealth pursuit course."\n\nYou settle in, watching space rocks slide by the screen, occasionally giving way to glimpses of the long, deadly-looking ship as it navigates its own way through. Once it's cleared the field, it heads out into open space, then flashes again, apparently heading to speed. A moment later the stars flicker and whirl, turning into a bright, flickering tunnel all around you.\n\n"We have matched his course and speed, and should come out suitably far from him to avoid notice by any sensors," JADIS explains. "An analysis of his course indicates a high likelihood that he is heading for the Denuvia system. Denuvia is located within easy distance of several 'grey' ports of call, has a direct path to a shipping lane, and Denuvia-3 houses an abandoned military complex."\n\n"So basically, it's like a perfect gift to a bunch of space pirates and marauders," you say dryly.\n\n"Correct."\n\n'Great job, whoever built that base and then just went off and left it intact,' you think with a shake of the head. You kind of wonder if someone in that government was like, taking kickbacks from the Space Pirate's Union or something, that's just a little too perfect. But then how many video games have you played with that exact plot? It's a little weird to think you're now inhabiting a world where that sort of thing just happens naturally.\n\nEventually the tunnel flashes and resolves back into normal space, this time a distant view of a very green planet with patches of blue scattered across it. "Denuvia-3 confirmed," JADIS speaks up. "Lykon is already making his descent towards the military base's landing facility. Their sensor detection net does not seem particularly comprehensive or active, I believe I could either land in the nearby jungle or assume a high atmosphere position suitable for you to make a drop directly to the base."\n\n"Hm. What's the local wildlife like?" you ask, since if this is still a D&D-based setting, obviously the planet's going to be filled with monsters.\n\n"While dangerous, most of the major predators and megafauna do not approach the area near the military base. There are, however, smaller fauna that can be a danger in large groups, and a number of dangerous varieties of flora. There have also been rumors of space wolf activity in the sector, so their presence cannot be discounted. Conversely, directly dropping to the base eliminates those issues, but would dramatically increase the chances of you coming into direct conflict with the Reaping Ones without being able to assess their strengths or routines."\n\n<hr>\n[[Land in the jungle.|GGMS8x1]]\n\n[[Drop to the base.|GGMS5x5]]\n\n[[Let's attack!|GGMS]]

"I'll just drop directly to the base," you decide after a moment, standing up to head to the rear bay, since that's where you assume you'll exit from. "I'm not sure how much good recon would be anyway, and if I can skip their outer defenses, all the better."\n\n"A logical conclusion," JADIS answers as you walk into the area with the armor and suit. "Shall I prep your armor, or a Featherfall Harness?"\n\nYou pause briefly in front of the armor case. "Why would I not wear the armor?"\n\n"You, or rather the previous you, frequently went into situations without it, either to improve your mobility and stealth capabilities, or to 'test yourself'," Jadis replies with just the faintest hint of annoyance in her voice. "Admittedly, while much faster and sleeker than the majority of powered armor suits, its size and the sounds of its operation eliminate the vast majority of nonconfrontational options for infiltrating manned bases like this one, while the base suit is equipped with basic camoflage functions. The armor can be called to your location if necessary, however it will take some time to deploy, especially since I will have to return to orbit to hide the Belladonna's presence."\n\n"Hm. And I'll still be able to communicate with you down there, right?"\n\n"Correct. A colony of nanomachines in your ear forms an extremely powerful transmitter array that keeps us in constant communication. It is not, however, infallible."\n\n... Huh, guess that's one way to keep from losing your phone. You take a moment to consider... do you want to go in guns blazing in your badass armor, or is this a sneaking mission?\n\n<hr>\n[[Hero landing!|GGMS]]\n\n[[Hnh, I'll go in undetected, Colonel.|GGMS5x6]]

"Ready the Featherfall Harness," you say after a moment's thought. "I'll try to avoid them detecting me for as long as possible."\n\n"Understood." One of the panels on the wall slides open, and what does indeed look like a fairly basic harness with a pair of small silver wings attached to the back of it slides out on an armature. You take it and strap it on, fitting it into place, before looking over as the door slides open to the sound of howling wind and the sight of blue sky. "Optimal drop point reached in twelve, eleven, ten..."\n\nYou move over to the ramp, taking a deep breath and grinning. You've gotta admit, this is definitely the way more thrilling option... jumping out of a moving spaceship feeling, well, pretty much naked. You actually squirm a little as Jadis continues the countdown, but when she completes it you jump without any real hesitation. Instantly the wind is rushing by you in a roar, and you can see the green world below getting closer a lot faster. It's easy enough to see the old military complex, a set of grey squares inside a patch of brown in the midst of all the green. A bit of experimentation lets you bank towards it, and... wow you really <i>are</i> high up, you have plenty of time to spot the landing strip where there are several ships visible (including Lykon's) as you come down.\n\nThe lower you get, the less rapidly you seem to be falling, which you're pretty sure is the opposite of how that's supposed to work but the purpose of the magical artifact strapped around your chest. As you get closer to the rooftop of one of the complexes, you start to drift more than fall, and are fairly easily able to turn upright with a little shift and wiggle, altering to put your feet downward, and hitting the rooftop with a light jogging motion. The moment you've come to a stop, the harness crackles lightly and then dissolves... huh, must be one-time-use. Well, less to get caught on anything, you think as you spot what looks like an air filtration system and hurry over.\n\nA bit of quick examination and jimmying, and you're able to pull a hatch open. Ah yes, of course, the human-sized duct system, of course this setting would have it! Grinning, you wiggle your way inside... it's a bit cramped, but you don't have any trouble crawling your way along it, and it's fairly clean. Heh, yeah, you're totally living in someone's one-person campaign.\n\nLuckily you don't come across any traps or vent monsters, instead just carefully crawling along, following a few turns here and there essentially at random. Eventually you hear voices from somewhere ahead, so soften your movements, edging forward to the downward-facing vent ahead and peering through it. Looks like it might be some sort of barracks room, to judge by the number of men in it. Lizard men. Naked lizard men. Though their hide is different colors and patterns, and they have slight variations in their builds and heights (and other attributes), they're mostly uniformly large and muscular and of the same apparent species, with bald heads and short semi-muzzles. They seem to be tailless... all the swaying and wobbling is going on in front. They seem to be talking fairly casually, so it looks like no one's aware you're here, or they'd be more edgy, most likely.\n\n<hr>\n[[Continue on.|GGMS7x1]]\n\n[[Listen in.|GGMS]]\n\n[[Try to take them by surprise.|GGMS5x7]]

It doesn't look like there's <i>that</i> many of them, and you have the total element of surprise! You can take out this batch hopefully before they raise the alarm, and have a much better position to start searching the base from, especially if you can rifle through their stuff for keycards and things like that!\n\nScooting forward, you shift your position, then kick down hard, sending the vent dropping before you too drop down out of the duct, landing and starting to come up with your fingers extended to fire magic missiles. Unfortunately, even as you're standing, you're realizing two things:\n\n1) The room was actually a lot bigger than you thought, and there are at least several dozen lizard men here, not the handful you thought there were, and,\n\n2) The vent was almost exactly in the center of the room, meaning you're completely surrounded.\n\nBefore you can even finish straightening up a hand is coming down in a hard chop on the meeting of your shoulder and neck. You stagger forward slightly, knocked out of readiness, and immediately one of the lizardmen in front of you grabs a fistful of your hair, yanks you forward and down, and without hesitation shoves his seemingly instantly hard cock into your mouth and down your throat. While you're still gagging and processing the fact you've got a dick bulging up your throat, another grabs one of your wrists with one hand and rips open the crotch of your suit with the other, thrusting into your pussy just as deep and quickly as the one in front of you.\n\nWithin seconds of dropping out of the duct, you're being roughly spitroasted by a pair of space pirates, the lizardmen growling gleefully as they rape your throat and pussy, balls slapping against your chin and clit, your arms twisted behind your back. Your tits barely move below you, just the lightest of jiggles in their tight plastic sheathes, until another couple of lizardmen reach under you and rip the front of your suit to pieces, freeing them to wobble and jiggle energetically with the force of you being fucked.\n\nYour mind is desperately still trying to catch up from the fact that you instantly went from launching an attack to being fucked from both ends, leaving your body to apparently react to the sex on autopilot, your pussy growing wet and your throat and tongue starting to move before you've even really realized what's happening, pleasure suffusing you before you can even start to resist. You try to cry out in resistance around the cock pumping down your throat but it comes out as more of a muffled moan as you helplessly buck and squirm between the pair of pirates raping you from both ends.\n\nThe other lizardmen have gathered around, laughing and jeering as they stroke their own quickly stiffened pricks, every one pointed right at you and the intent clear in their eyes even as one says "Holy shit, we actually captured Cyan Ihde! The stupid slut came right to us!"\n\n"Figure we oughtta tell the boss?" another asks even as both of the men fucking you thrust in, grunting as one pours his load down your throat and the other empties himself deep into your cunt, flooding your womb with his seed.\n\n"Sure sure... once we've <i>subdued</i> her," an orangeish lizardman chuckles as he steps in to take the place of the one behind you, your pussy empty for less than a second before he's thrusting in and pounding you as quickly as the last one, a thick green humanoid dick replacing the pale blue one in your mouth as a replacement for the one in front grips your hair with both hands and starts forcefucking your throat.\n\nIt's clear even to your reeling, addled mind that every single one of them intends to fuck you... at least once. And you're hardly in a position to prevent it... even if you could focus enough to use a spell or call to JADIS, they're not giving you any opportunities, obviously intending to keep you controlled and in their grip the entire time, with as little space between fat cocks fucking your holes as possible.\n\n<hr>\n[[Remain defiant.|GGMS]]\n\n[[Submit.|GGMS]]\n\n[[Persevere!|GGMS]]

"Alright, send a message to Eve telling her we've been delayed 'cause we need to go after some bad guys, and alter course to follow that guy!" you declare.\n\n"Specialist Eve will not be pleased, but then she rarely is," JADIS replies evenly as the view on the monitor changes, focusing on the ship that's pulling away. "Settling into a pursuit course at a discreet range. I presume I should block the reply transmission from Specialist Eve?"\n\n"Yup," you reply with a smirk. Oh, right... you guess if you're going to head right into the action stuff, you probably ought to change back into one of those Zero Suit-like things. (C'mon, you know what it is.) You head back into the bay where the armor is and strip down, then take a look around before pointing at a similar, but empty nook to where it's stored, which has a raised ring around the bottom of it and a floor that looks like it's made out of cyan latex. "Ah... I'm guessing this is the thing that applies the base suit?"\n\n"Correct."\n\nYeah you've seen enough animated gifs to know where this is going. Bracing yourself a bit, you step forward and onto the slightly squinchy-feeling plasticy surface and turn around to face outward. Much as you expected, the ring at the base starts to slowly rise upward while making a lot of sciencey noises, and pulling a line of that paper thin plastic with it. You give a few low 'mmfs' and squirms as it starts sheathing your legs, though you don't feel <i>quite</i> inspired to start in on the blatantly pornographic writhing and moaning you've seen in the videos of the version of this device you've seen in anime. You do give a louder noise at the definitely strange sensation of the material being pulled up over your hips, the plasticine material conforming tightly to every bit of your pussy and turning it into a plump round mound between your legs, as well as slipping into the cleft of your ass to clearly outline both buttocks. You do your best to keep still as it slides up over your midriff and arms, the material conforming to your breasts, leaving them perfectly lifted and shaped and separate, as full and round and presented as if they were bare, just completely smooth as well. The stuff finally stops at the top of your neck, the material whirling back into the ring which slides back into its dock.\n\nYou step out, taking a look down at yourself as you turn back and forth. Yup, it definitely looks like the Zero Suit, just... somehow a bit more lewd, when it's real and on you and shiny like this. It provides a weird feeling of having something tightly hugging up against every bit of your body and being naked at the same time. You walk back into the bridge area, trying not to squirm at the feeling as you settle back down in the central chair. Light is flickering past on the viewscreen, then flashes and comes to a halt, showing a system scattered with large, floating dark space rocks. The ship slides partially behind one of those, leaving just enough of space in view to show the smaller ship you were pursuing settling into position to wait.\n\nIt doesn't have to wait long as a larger, more deadly-looking ship flashes into existence, gradually sliding forward and moving to meet the smaller one. "That is most definitely a known Reaping Ones vessel," JADIS announces. "Specifically that of Lykon, one of the lieutenants of the Reaping Ones' leader Drakkon. It looks like he is meeting with the contact for some reason... likely receiving data on some mission the contact carried out aboard Outpost 961. Your orders?"\n\n<hr>\n[["Attack!"|GGMS]]\n\n[["Let's wait until they're done."|GGMS5x2]]

"Keep monitoring them," you tell JADIS. "Let me know when it looks like they're finishing up and getting ready to move away."\n\n"Understood."\n\nYou sit there just watching them, and while you're at it consider whether to ask where you keep the weapons. ... Did you even have one back on the planet? Ah no, that's right, you recall the book saying that you can cast Magic Missile at will. That must be your equivalent of the basic firearm. Hm, if it's anything like the D&D Magic Missile, and you can do it at will, that's actually a pretty OP 'starting pistol'. You really wish you hadn't dropped the book now, and you spend a bit trying to remember everything that you read before JADIS says, "It looks like they are powering engines and getting ready to move to transition points."\n\n"Different ones?"\n\n"Correct. The contact is going in one direction, Lykon's ship in the other. Your orders?"\n\nYou briefly consider. Obviously the contact's ship would be way easier to overtake if you wanted to attack, but he's probably got less useful information. On the other hand, that Lykon guy is almost certainly headed back to either a Reaping Ones hideout or on some dastardly mission... but his ship is large and really deadly-looking, if you attacked him and failed, it's obvious the consequences would be way more dire... same if he managed to detect you following after him.\n\n<hr>\n[[Follow the contact.|GGMS6x1]]\n\n[[Follow Lykon's ship.|GGMS5x3]]

The contact doesn't seem like he'd be all that useful, at the end of the day... if you want to take down a bunch of Reaping Ones, obviously you want to go after the one who's actually in the organization and high up. "Plot a course to follow after Lykon's ship."\n\n"Very well. I'm keeping us hidden behind some of the larger pieces of debris," JADIS informs you as the ship banks around, the view out the front window mostly obstructed by stone sliding by, with occasional glimpses of the field beyond and the long, dangerous-looking vessel you're keeping pace with. "There is an area ahead that would provide for an optimal ambush point. Alternatively, I can proceed to a point at the edge of the field to observe his jump signature so that we can follow after him at a safe distance. Your orders?"\n\n<hr>\n[[Ambush.|GGMS]]\n\n[[Follow.|GGMS5x4]]

Shaking your head in a vain attempt to clear it and get your senses back, you head to History, hoping that maybe you really did just experience some particularly vivid (and perverted) daydream. Though what does that say about you (and your slightly damp panties) if it was?\n\nSoon you've settled into Ms. Rythe's class, and she's taking roll, and everything seems normal and understandable again. Which lasts exactly until the end of roll call.\n\n"Now, before we begin, I'm afraid we have to address a disciplinary matter," Ms. Rythe declares, which makes the spines of everyone in class, new students and old alike, stiffen up, tension growing palpably in the classroom. She smiles slightly, green eyes twinkling as she obviously revels in it, before announcing, "Mister Avery Peal, would you please join me at the front of the class?"\n\nA lot of the students relax at that, but the nerdy boy who dropped his book on your first day goes pale as he stands up, looking like he wants to shake like a leaf but is actually too scared to as he goes to stand at the front of the class with Ms. Rythe. You notice she's holding what looks like a magazine in one hand, and something a bit like Ms. Lee's pointer in the other. Oh geez, are you about to witness another spanking? But of a guy? You're... <i>really</i> not sure how to feel about <i>that</i>!\n\n"Now, Mr. Peal, this morning, another student observed contraband in your locker as you were retrieving your books," Ms. Rythe says in a mock-solemn tone, clearly enjoying herself much more obviously than Ms. Lee was, especially since the boy looks even more shocked. "During first period, a locker check was conducted, and <i>this</i> was found," she continues, holding up the magazine with the cover facing the class, displaying the photo of a woman that's not nearly as amply-endowed as she is in a lacy black bra and panties, but since it's presumably aimed at normal people has the title 'Beeg Booba Beetches' plastered across the top.\n\n"That's not mi-!" Avery starts to blurt, before flinching and shutting his mouth, clearly knowing that talking back even to defend himself will only make things worse.\n\nMs. Rythe's mouth curls up at the edges a bit more as if in confirmation of just that, since she tosses the magazine onto her desk. "Well obviously having such things at school isn't appropriate, Mr. Peal. If you're so addicted to large breasts that you're bringing things like that with you even here, perhaps what you need is a little aversion therapy."\n\nShe raises the thing in her other hand, and you see that it's not a pointer... it's a wand, like the sort of high-end ones they sell for Harry Potter. Except when it glows at the tip, it's not an LED, actual tracers of purple light flicker through the air as she gives it a few gestures and jabs it at Avery. He makes a soft whine of fear and complaint, and then starts to... shrink?! You stare with your jaw slack again as he visibly starts growing smaller, not very fast, but fast enough that you can see his head lowering and his clothes visibly getting baggier. In a matter of moments his glasses slip off his ears and clatter to the floor as his head gets too small for them, his pants dropping to the floor along with his underwear, his modesty only preserved by the fact that he's utterly engulfed in his uniform shirt and jacket. Those too, however, fall down off his shoulders as he shrinks even more, briefly baring his entire body to the class, his hands clasping over his crotch. (You wonder if that part shrank faster than the rest of him or if it was always smaller?)\n\nIn only a few minutes Avery has shrunken out of sight, disappearing into his pile of clothes, though you can see little bumps and motions in the cloth as he apparently tries to fight free. Ms. Rythe calmly leans down and reaches into the piled shirt and jacket, rummaging for a moment before coming up with Avery's waist pinched between thumb and forefinger. He's only a few inches tall at most, the tiny naked boy wriggling in her grasp.\n\n"Now," Ms. Rythe declares in a smug tone. "Would anyone here like to help me administer Mr. Peal's aversion therapy? I'm always looking for eager helpers!"\n\n<hr>\n[["..."|MeanHH1x12]]\n\n[["..." Raise your hand.|MeanHH]]

Largely still too stunned to move, you just sit there and stare, until a moment later several hands go up. Ms. Lee peruses the potential volunteers, then says, "Jacob, let's have you do it, you've got nice arms."\n\nJacob is a very nice-looking boy, in fact one you'd had your eye on already, and you're really not quite sure how to feel about watching him walk up to the front of the room and take the pointer from Ms. Lee... or watching those huge tits of hers press against his back as she leans in and whispers in his ear, apparently telling him what to do. He nods, then brings the tapered wooden rod up before smacking it down on Leanna's ass, making her yelp again. The cracking sound wasn't nearly as impressive, nor were the ripples going through her asscheeks, and you can see Ms. Lee murmuring in Jacob's ear again, her hands resting on his waist and nudging his form a little as she apparently corrects him.\n\nEach strike Jacob rains down on Leanna's ass gets a bit more impressive and slightly more like the ones Ms. Lee gave, Leanna yelping and whimpering and even moaning as she's switched. You just watch in stunned silence as your classmate's bare ass is whipped by one of your other classmates at the teacher's request... a teacher that's now blatantly squeezing and rubbing the large bulge in the front of Jacob's pants, to either encourage him in his task or reward him for it.\n\nOr maybe it was just to work him up further, since after she announces "That's enough" and straightens up, Ms. Lee adds, "Now, Leanna, thank Jacob for helping to correct your bad behavior."\n\nLeanna sniffles as she straightens up and turns... then sinks down to her knees in front of Jacob, reaching up to undo his pants with largely unhesitating motions. You stare in shock and, you have to admit, some arousal as his large, stiff prick is freed and springs out, swaying in the air in front of Leanna before she leans forward and slides her mouth over it. This clearly isn't her first blowjob, you think as she bobs her head over it, slender throat bulging out as she swallows it down with only faintly audible gagging and gulping, and you have to wonder if she's either actually a huge slut or has had to do this sort of thing a lot. Either way she soon gulps him down right up to the base, and it's only a few more bobs of her head before he grabs her hair and shoves himself in deep, Leanna squirming and writhing, throat visibly squeezing around the bulge as she swallows.\n\nOnce he pulls out, she looks up at him and whispers a meek "Thank you" before getting to her feet and heading back to her chair, never even glancing at her panties lying on the floor. Jacob similarly does up his pants as if that were all normal, and returns to his desk. Ms. Lee walks over, setting a pen down on Leanna's desk... and giving you a small, knowing smile before returning to the front of the room.\n\n"Alright, show's over. We've wasted enough time, best take this as an opportunity to learn to write observations as you're reading."\n\nYou see that almost everyone in class does immediately turn to their books, starting to write notes on the worksheet as they read. Like you most of the new people seem fairly stunned, but after a moment they start doing the same... as do you. There doesn't seem to be any sense to speaking out about it now that it's over, though in the back of your mind you're freaking out and gibbering 'What the fuck what the fuck what the fuck?!'\n\nThe papers are passed in and the bell rings without any further incident, everyone packing up and leaving the room as if nothing at all unusual had happened, and you following after them in a daze. 'Did I... dream all that? No, that was... definitely real. ... What do I do?'\n\n<hr>\n[[You have to get out of here!|MeanHH3x1]]\n\n[[You have to... go to your next class.|MeanHH1x11]]

Swallowing hard, you turn and hurry out to the gym. More than ever you have a feeling like you don't want to be late to any class here.\n\nYou feel even more vulnerable now changing clothes in the locker room, despite how normal everyone else is acting. Some of these girls were in your first two classes, aren't they freaked out?! Actually a couple of the new girls look kind of glassy-eyed, but they're going about their business. Which... basically describes you too. You hear a faint hiss beside you and glance over, seeing that Leanna has just pulled up her bloomers, no doubt stimulating the caning stripes on her ass. \n\n"H-hey," you murmur to her, which makes her blink, apparently shocked to have anyone talk to her. "Was what happened in Literature, uh... was that... does that happen <i>often</i>?" you ask, keeping your voice down.\n\nLeanna blinks a few more times, then gives a small shrug. "It's the first week back," she says just as quietly, closing her locker and heading toward the gym proper without another word. \n\nWhich reminds you of what Song said. That with new students around and everyone having been on break for a while, the teachers were going to be looking to make examples. 'What I don't get,' you think with a frown as you close your own locker. 'Was what the heck happened to Av-, I mean, that nerd boy?! I can kinda get Ms. Lee somehow getting away with being a dominatrix of a teacher, but what Ms. Rythe did seemed like actual <i>magic</i>! That can't be right... can it?'\n\nAll of the class files out and lines up like usual, Coach Brek sauntering out of her office to stand in front of you. "Alright, class, you might notice we've got the wrestling mats out," she says genially, gesturing behind her. "Too cold today for our jog, so let's do some stretches and exercises to limber up before we get started."\n\nThat's almost enough to distract you from everything else as you start following along with the stretches, toe-touches, and jumping jacks she leads the class through. Ugh, wrestling?! You don't mind exercise to keep yourself from getting plump, but of all the potential physical exercises you could pick, wrestling has got to be at the bottom. You are absolutely not made for it... you're a passable runner, and you've even been decent at some 'ball' sports when forced to play them, but you are way too slim and light for wrestling. Maybe you can avoid going on the mat at all.\n\nOnce the warmup is finished, Coach Brek looks at the class, then gestures to one girl. "Okay, Tara, you come on up first." A girl who looks like she could be on the wrestling <i>team</i> steps up with a big grin on her face. She's solidly built, tall, and even though the long-sleeved shirts are baggy enough to hide her arms, her legs and butt show plenty of tone, even though she's otherwise as tan and blonde as you are, albeit with shoulder-length hair. "Pick yourself out a partner and get on the mat."\n\nTara wanders back and forth in front of the line, eyeing other students, before your heart almost stops as she turns towards you. "Okay, her."\n\nYou're just trying to decide whether it's worth the risk to protest when Coach Brek lets out a loud snort. "Oh, come on. You're gonna choose a twig?" Which... is kind of insulting but also accurate so you keep your mouth shut. "Bad form. You know what, I think that means you need to go a round with me instead."\n\nTara pales at that, but nods and moves to stand beside the mat, pulling off her long-sleeved gym shirt to reveal her sports bra, apparently as that's more suitable for wrestling. Coach Brek moves to stand at the mat as well, and pushes down her sweat pants. Your eyes widen as she reveals not a pair of bloomers or even panties, but nothing. Well, not 'nothing'... specifically, she's bared a large, thick, half-hard cock, swaying and wobbling above a pair of heavy balls. You can almost see Tara swallow hard as the now bottomless and well-endowed teacher steps up onto the mat and beckons her to follow, which she nevertheless does.\n\nRight from the start, it's incredibly clear that Coach Brek is just toying with Tara, throwing her around to the mat to drop her and pin her again and again, effectively ignoring the teenager's attempts to do the same to her, in fact several times just standing there and flexing her powerful muscles to stand like a statue as Tara pulls and struggles at her in vain. And the entire time that big, dark-skinned prick of hers just gets harder, longer, and thicker, until it's jutting up in the air, jabbing Tara repeatedly as the two of them tussle.\n\nEventually though Coach Brek must have decided that Tara's had enough... or rather, that she hasn't yet had enough. Because she grabs the student and twists her around, pinning her on her back and then hauling her legs forward, practically bending the blonde in half and holding her down that way mostly using the angle of her body. Which leaves one of the coach's hands free to reach down and yank the crotch of Tara's bloomers aside, revealing a bikini-shaped tanline and a very pale pink pussy... which she immediately stuffs with fat brown cock, Tara squealing loudly as she's filled. Coach Brek is merciless, though, pinning the student down and slamfucking her relentlessly, seemingly trying to pound her right through the mat while the whole class watches.\n\nYou just stand there and stare along with all the others, uncertain what else you could possibly do other than pay properly studious attention to Coach Brek's big black balls slapping against Tara's bloomer-clad ass, her stretched pussy squirting a little bit with almost every thrust as the helplessly pinned girl is taught a lesson. It feels like forever and no time at all before Brek gives a long, satisfied growl and thrusts in deep, a few spurts and then swells of white appearing around the base of her prick where it's lodged deep inside Tara's pussy.\n\nAfter a moment Coach Brek straightens up, cock sliding out of Tara and jutting in the air still almost entirely hard, dripping a mixture of her own cum and the panting, trembling Tara's onto the mat. "Teach ya what it feels like to be way out of your weight class, huh?" Coach Brek snorts, resting her hands on her hips. Then she glances at you. "Hey, Mercer, you want to have a match with her now after all? I'll even the odds for you a little."\n\n<hr>\n[["... Yes, Coach!"|MeanHH]]\n\n[["I, uh, I'm good."|MeanHH1x14]]

"Hm? No?" Ms. Rythe says in not-particularly-disappointed tone as no one speaks up. After a moment she shrugs and undoes one of the buttons of her shirt, her breasts immediately pushing the gap between the buttons open and creating a cleavage window. With a smile, she tucks the squirming, shrunken Avery into said cleavage, her pillowy mounds engulfing him right up to the shoulders. You watch as he continues to wriggle visibly between her tits for a moment, before she puts a fingertip against the top of his head and pushes him further down and out of sight between her boobs. With an obviously practiced method, she tucks her forearms against the sides of her tits to squash them together a bit more, no doubt just as thoroughly squishing her tiny captive (hopefully not injuriously, you can't help but think) so she can do the button back up. Her shirt restored to normalcy, and all sign of Avery gone, she chirps, "Alright, now, let's begin class!"\n\nMs. Rythe begins her history lecture, though admittedly it's hard to focus on it for reasons other than your complete disinterest in history. Your eyes keep flitting to her chest, imagining the shrunken nerd tucked down between her breasts, his miniature naked body writhing against those massive mounds, both held firm and able to press into them. 'I wonder what it feels like,' you catch yourself thinking more than once, torn between horror at the thought of how dark and tight and hot it must be, and a strange excitement at the very same thoughts. You might almost be able to convince yourself it was all another of those flights of fancy, that you'd just had another weird daydream at the start of class...\n\n... except Ms. Rythe just leaves the empty pile of clothes laying there on the floor, like a sort of monument to showing exactly what happens to you if you have contraband in your locker (whether you put it there yourself or not). \n\nClass ends and the bell rings, everyone packing up and leaving... and all without any sign of Avery's punishment being at an end. In fact, as you're leaving yourself, you take a last glance over and see Ms. Rythe having finally picked up Avery's clothes... and started calmly, methodically folding them up, which you doubt she'd be doing if he was going to be getting them back any time soon. Catching you looking, Ms. Rythe smiles and winks at you... and gives her shoulders a shake, huge tits swaying back and forth slightly, doing who-knows-what to their tiny captive.\n\nYou stop at your own locker on the way to the gym, nominally to put your books away but also to make sure you haven't been similarly pranked (or set up as an example). Luckily there's nothing in there but what you put in there yourself, and you'd wisely decided after the weird mood on your first day not to push any of the rules by bringing any of your beauty supplies that were banned. While you're there, you take just a second to lean your head against your locker door and try to collect yourself.\n\n<hr>\n[[You have to get out of here!!|MeanHH3x1]]\n\n[[You have to... go to your next class. Still.|MeanHH1x13]]

"... Salad. Please," you add, since you're starting to see the reason everyone behaves so well and that maybe there's some value in avoiding being curt with <i>any</i> of the school staff.\n\n'At least it's better than the salad would have been back at Deviville High,' you muse as you sit down with your lunch, semi-ignoring Leanna sitting down across from you to eat her own. 'Sure there's dominatrixes and witches and dickgirls all just looking for an excuse to lewd me into a coma, but at least the lettuce looks like it was picked sometime this month. Gotta look on the bright side of things.'\n\nPerhaps it's the fact that you bothered to sit and eat lunch that calmed you down a little, but the idea that you should flee doesn't really occur this time. Or maybe it's because next class, there's Mr. Helsen to consider. Surely <i>he's</i> normal, right? He's just so sweet, and kind, and so absolutely fucking gorgeous, maybe he's actually your prince in shining armor who's going to rescue you from all the weirdness?\n\nYou settle into your seat in psychology class, watching him dreamily as he takes roll. Of course, once he finishes, he says in a breezy tone, "Alright, before we get started, there's a bit of a disciplinary matter that we need to discuss."\n\n'Well that sounds familiar,' you think, though somehow you can't be too worried. You're pretty sure <i>you</i> haven't done anything, plus isn't Mr. Helsen just so great? You're sure whoever did something has whatever they're about to get coming. It's just a feeling you have that permeates your mind, just like those beautiful blue eyes of his do. (Hm? Weren't they green yesterday? Well, whatever. His beautiful grey eyes make everything better.)\n\n"Mr. Kelsey, would you come up to the front of the class please?" he says. One of the boys nervously stands and makes his way up. It's one of the boys that <i>didn't</i> seem all dreamy-eyed over Mr. Helsen the other day, so you're even more extra sure that he deserves to be punished! Mr. Helsen claps a hand down on the boy's shoulder and says, "Now, Tony, Yasmin here told me this morning that you asked her out when you bumped into her at the mall, is that true?"\n\n"I... w-well, yes. I mean, kind of," Tony says. You're pretty sure he's new in town like you are, especially since he has an English accent. "I asked her if she'd be up for showing me around town some time, you know?"\n\n"But you've been having all sorts of perverted thoughts about Yasmin, Tony," Mr. Helsen continues, his voice even and expression solemn. "I know you've been thinking about her breasts, and about what sort of panties she's wearing. I even know that last night you masturbated to the thought of bending her over and fucking her while she begged for more."\n\nTony opens and closes his mouth a few times, glancing out at the class as if seeking help. But everyone in there is now glaring at him as if he were a complete creep, apparently not a trace of doubt that it's true or a single question of how Mr. Helsen would know such a thing on anyone's mind, including yours. It's obvious it's all true! Mr. Helsen would never lie or be wrong! "B-but... but they were just fantasies," Tony protests weakly, apparently unable to deny the truth either.\n\n"It's still very disrespectful to have such fantasies about one of <i>my</i> female students," Mr. Helsen says, everyone in class nodding in unison, because you're <i>his</i> students. "Tony, I think you should learn what it's like to be sexualized and objectified," he continues, turning and taking something out of one of the drawers to set it on the desktop.\n\nTony looks at it... and pales as he recognizes a folded-up school uniform. A girls' uniform. Complete with a lacy black bra and panties resting on top. "... but..."\n\n"No buts. Perhaps spending some time looking like an attractive girl yourself will give you a new perspective, and some things to think about," Mr. Helsen says firmly. "Go ahead and strip down so you can change."\n\nTony glances around as if again seeking help, but when all of you just stare expectantly at him, including Yasmin, he slumps and starts mournfully undressing. Shrugging out of his jacket, he next undoes his shirt and slips it off, revealing his bare chest. You'd probably think he was really cute and hot, if he hadn't committed the unforgivable sin of doing something Mr. Helsen didn't like! Especially as he nervously undoes his pants and pushes them and his underwear down to reveal a rather bigger-than-average and very nice-looking cock... not that any cock in the world other than Mr. Helsen's is important in the least.\n\n"There we go," Mr. Helsen says, his tone actually warm now as Tony finishes undressing and stands meekly naked in front of the class, his cock having risen half-hard due to the excitement despite his obvious humiliation. "Now, I wonder... would it be better to have you dress yourself? Or perhaps help drive the point home by having one of the girls do it? What do you say, girls, any volunteers?"\n\n<hr>\n[["Yes! Me me me!"|MeanHH]]\n\n[["..."|MeanHH]]

"I'll stick to my weight class, Coach, like you said," you add hurriedly, in a burst of inspiration.\n\nCoach Brek chuckles. "Alright, fair enough, glad to see you're listening. Put yourself in order, Cumdump," she adds with a grunt, nudging Tara with her foot, the defeated girl hurriedly pulling the crotch of her bloomers back over her gaped, cum-dripping pussy, the crotch quickly turning dark as she scrambles to her feet and hurries back to stand in line. The coach saunters off to the side and takes a seat on the first row of bleachers, mostly-hard cum-smeared prick still jutting up uncovered. "Alright then, I'll just decide the matches. Keep in mind for the future when I offer you a chance to pick your own matchups, if you don't do it fair-like, you might get renamed 'Cumdump' for the day too," she adds, glancing at Tara (ne Cumdump), who ducks her head ashamedly, even as some jizz starts leaking through her bloomers and sliding down her thighs.\n\nFor the rest of the class, girls wrestle two at a time, Coach Brek calling out pointers as she lounges on the bleachers, blatantly stroking her stiff cock as she watches the pretty young teenage girls of her class wrestle with each other. At one point she gets annoyed with one of the girls not listening to her and thus repeatedly getting pinned, and calls her over, ordering the student to her knees and then forcing the teen's mouth down onto her prick. The coach spends the next few matches face-fucking the poor listener, even as she continues to call out matchups and instructions. All the other girls seem to be treating this as completely normal, or at least struggling to act like they are, like you.\n\nYour own matchup winds up being against Leanna, and you try not to let the gay thoughts consume you as you and the curvy nerd, wearing nothing but sports bras and thin bloomers, press against each other and rub and writhe, while Coach Brek gives you orders on how to grab one another. Technically none of that is sexual, but considering how the class started and that the coach is once again masturbating while it's all going on, it certainly <i>feels</i> sexual.\n\nAs the class finishes re-donning their shirts and starts heading back for the girls' locker room, Coach Brek stands and moves towards Tara, snagging her shirt from her hands and tossing it. "Nah-uh, remember, you're Cumdump today," the coach scolds, Tara blushing but not resisting as the bigger woman grabs her sports bra and hauls it up and off, the teen's tits dropping free with a wobble, Brek similarly bending to haul Tara's cumstained bloomers down and off. With Tara now in nothing but her socks and sneakers, Brek grabs her by the back of the neck and half-guides half-shoves her over to the entrance to the boys' locker room instead, yanking it open and shoving the blonde through.\n\nNoticing you looking, Brek grins and gives you a thumbs-up. "Decent hustle out there today, Mercer, keep it up."\n\n"Uh, yeah, thanks Coach," you say a bit numbly before heading into the locker room to change.\n\nJust like before, there's no horse play or teasing as people shower after gym... although you're trying not to notice that several of the other girls are rather blatantly masturbating under the showerheads this time, apparently unbothered by being in full sight of the rest of the class while doing it, considering that these are "cylinder" showers with four heads each on tall metal cylinders in an otherwise open shower area. There is a little more conversation today between some of the girls, though, and you overhear a bit of it as you shower yourself (without masturbating, though you have to admit the urge is kind of there).\n\n"Coach Brek really gave Tara a pounding, huh?"\n\n"Yeah, though I've seen her give harder ones. Tara's lucky Coach used her pussy."\n\n"I kind of wouldn't mind Coach Brek giving me a hard fuck, though, her cock's amazing!"\n\n"Yeah but then you've gotta be the boys' cumdump in their locker room for the rest of the day, so is it worth it?"\n\n"Mm. That's the bit <i>I</i> wouldn't mind, maybe."\n\n"Yeah, but guys, remember, you get in trouble like that too often, you could get sent to Remedial."\n\nThat apparently kills the conversation, and it's quiet in the locker room as you dry off and get dressed.\n\nAs you're reentering the school building, you spot Leanna ahead, and after a brief hesitation you hurry forward to catch up to her. "Um, h-hey."\n\nLooking surprised again at being talked to, Leanna nevertheless turns to face you. "... Yes?"\n\nYou open and close your mouth a few times, really not sure where to start. Finally, you manage, "Okay, so... what's the lunchroom's thing?" At Leanna's rather blank look, you roll your shoulders, feeling crazy even talking about it, unable to help glancing around to make sure the two of you are effectively alone before speaking again. "So like... Ms. Lee has the BDSM thing going on," you murmur, Leanna's cheeks going as red as the welts on her butt. "Ms. Rythe apparently knows <i>magic</i> and shrinks people, and Coach Brek fucks you into submission with her... her... ... so what happens if you fuck up in the cafeteria?"\n\n"Oh." The confusion in Leanna's eyes clears, apparently finally understanding the nature of the question. Then she frowns thoughtfully, glancing towards the cafeteria doors. "Um... I'm not sure, really. Most people behave really well in there already so I don't think the cafeteria staff feels like they have to make examples like the teachers do? I mean I've heard rumors that if you act up you might wind up on kitchen duty too..." She shifts her shoulders, hugging her bag a bit more against her chest. "Y'know. Permanently. And sometimes people disappear from there. ... But that's every class," she adds with a little shrug.\n\nYou open and close your mouth a few times without saying anything again. ... What in the actual fuck have you gotten yourself into? Brushing that off, you murmur something absentminded that might be a "Thanks" as you brush by her.\n\n"Um!" You turn back to Leanna who, apparently having enjoyed feeling helpful, isn't quite ready for it to be over. "I, um, I hear if you want to get on the cafeteria staff's good side, you should order the 'Chef's Recommendation'. Just, y'know... if that's a thing you care about," she adds, glancing down.\n\n"... Yeah, okay, thanks," you say, flitting a hand in a sort-of goodbye wave, which seems to please her.\n\nStill trying to get a handle on things, you make your way to stand in the lunch line, glancing towards the closed franchise stalls a bit mournfully again. 'Sounds like things get even more normal in here when those open,' you think, but nevertheless sidle your way up to the start of the line.\n\n"Burger, chicken patty, or salad?" the lunch lady (who you notice does seem to be on the younger side than usual for the profession) asks in the typical disinterested tone.\n\n<hr>\n[["... Salad."|MeanHH1x15]]\n\n[["... Chef's recommendation."|MeanHH]]

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Time to go see what the museum is like, you decide. It was one of the more pleasantly surprising parts of the original game, after all, a little living world rather than the same boring trophy rooms a lot of games have, so you're fairly interested to see what this obviously more lewd version's take on it is.\n\nYou wander around the island for a while, spotting some more fairies flitting around, some far-off enough that they're just little colored twinklings of light, hard to spot in the day. You're guessing that's this version's equivalent of bugs to catch... well, fairies are definitely sexier there, you allow. You wonder what's different with fishing and diving? You're betting you have to do something to unlock those, since Tom didn't explain them right away. Or digging for fossils, for that matter.\n\nIt doesn't take too much wandering before you spot the museum, a large stone edifice that looks a lot like the game one, just, y'know, slightly more real since you're looking at it in three dimensions. You're betting like the one in the game, it's bigger on the inside, considering that Tom mentioned there's an entire fairy preserve inside... a supposition borne out as you step through the doors and into an entryway that is itself almost larger than the building outside, with hallways and stairways leading off of it.\n\nStanding nearby is another chibi-ish anthro animal, though like Cody he's as tall as you are and built more on the lanky side. A deer of some kind, obviously, with the antlers and brown pelt. He's wearing a sweater vest over a rather rumpled white button-up shirt, the front of which pokes out from beneath the vest a bit and does absolutely nothing to hide his dangling cock and balls. (Apparently anatomically correct pantsless cartoon animals is indeed the theme for this place). He also seems to be deeply absorbed in reading a book, head and eyes moving slightly as he follows the text. Amusingly you can see his bare, limp cock give a little twitch every so often as he reads, making you wonder if he's reading something lewd or if he's just that into academics. Walking over, you clear your throat to get his attention.\n\nImmediately he lets out a long warbling noise and turns, lurching forward and banging his antlers against the wall, making you jump back a bit in surprise. He wobbles for a moment, looking disoriented, before his eyes refocus on you. "Oh! You startled me! Sorry about that! At least you're not a car."\n\n"Uh... right." You nod slowly, then clear your throat. "Um, I'm Cyan, the island's new owner."\n\n"Oh, right, yes! Well I'm Buskins Buck, I run your island's museum," he says cheerfully, offering you a hand to shake. He's definitely the most 'normal'-seeming person you've met so far, which is sort of amusing considering that just like everyone else he's just casually got his goolies hanging out. "I will of course pay for any donations you make of potential value!"\n\nYou kind of recall Tom mentioning that, which is a departure from the original, so you ask, "Even if it's something you already have?"\n\n"Oh yes! We don't mind extras here at the Tanuki Island Museum, so I'll always pay! Our average recompense for a donation is about 1000 gold leaves," he notes as he adjusts his glasses.\n\nHm, so two donations to pay rent, that's not bad. Speaking of which, you reach into your inventory and pull out the insect-boxed fairy Tom gave you. "Here, have this with my compliments this time!" you note, since you do feel like it would be in sort of bad form to try and get money for it considering Tom gave it to you to give to him.\n\nBuskins' eyes widen as he takes the box, his cock instantly shooting upward to full hardness. "Th-this is... this is a Purple-Winged Tsundere Smackbottom! Oh, oh look at the brilliant purple sheen of her wings!" he whimpers, his cock starting to leak a copious stream of pre as you stare at him. "That perfect alabaster glitter of her skin!" he moans, his hips jerking in the air several times as his cock visibly throbs. "That... that... that pooooouuuuut!" he howls, arching his back hard and lifting the box up triumphantly, his dick firing out long streamers of cum that spatter all over your bare stomach as you stand there still staring in shock.\n\nStill panting a bit, he straightens up... then blinks a few times before adjusting his glasses and grinning sheepishly, his cock drooping a bit as more droplets of cum drip from it. "I... beg your pardon. I'm quite a big fan of all creatures great and small, but fairies especially. I... tend to get a little carried-away. Depending on the time of day I may even lose control of myself," he adds solemnly, in a tone of slight warning.\n\n'That wasn't losing control of himself?' you wonder wryly, without really thinking sliding your fingertips through the cum dribbling down your belly and sucking it off.\n\n"A-anyway, I greatly appreciate this donation! In the future I'll of course pay you properly for them. This museum is also a nature preserve, so once we're able to add more of its flora and fauna, you'll be able to come visit them any time you like," he continues, his cock finally going fully soft again, though still dripping. "Also we'll eventually be able to open up the prehistory exhibit, where we will do Science to bring the ancient world to life for you!"\n\nHm, that sounds interesting. Probably gotta buy, like, a special tool from Tom or something to unlock it. For now, though, you bit Buskins good day since he seems eager to take the fairy off and add her to the preserve. (You do wonder if she's going to get even stickier than you did, though, as you head back to the public shower to quickly rinse off.)\n\nNow, who's left...?\n\n<hr>\n<<if not $CodyMet>>[[Go visit Cody.|GGACCodyMeet]]<br><br><<endif>><<if not $FukslikaMet>>[[Go visit Fukslika.|GGACFukslikaMeet]]<br><br><<endif>><<if $CodyMet and $FukslikaMet>>[[Oh, you've met everyone.|GGAC1x3]]<<endif>>

Ehhhh you'll go and check it out. It's not a long walk and your parents will probably stop nagging you to get out of the house for a while if you go take a nice walk at sunset. (You don't need to tell them that you're going looking for a cryptid environment in the hopes of it helping you draw better furry porn for money. ... What? These people can really care about environmental details!)\n\nIn any event your parents eventually arrive home (prompting you to actually put on some pants, or rather black denim cutoffs since you are planning to go out in the warm later), dinner is prepared and consumed, and after a suitable brief resting period afterward you set off. It's already fairly late afternoon, but it is at least cooling off nicely, so your walk to the park is pleasant and actually fairly enjoyable in its own right, even if it does take place beneath the baleful rays of the scareball.\n\nThe park seems surprisingly lightly-populated for such a nice day... maybe everyone was here earlier and tired themselves out or something. Or it sounds like something may be going on at the attached fairground. You're tempted to wander over and see, but you <i>are</i> here on a mission and don't want to miss the supposedly prime time for spotting your cryptid target. (Also you don't want to have to go outside again tomorrow. You can peek in on the event area after.) As you head towards what could be considered the "back" of the park, the number of people thins out even more. In fact this area of the park starts looking noticeably less meticulously tended... not overgrown or anything, quite, you just bet that the minders come out here maybe every third time they visit the park or something. Probably explains how the Devil's Clover wound up growing a noticeable field.\n\nIn fact... yeah, there it is! You spot the telltale sort of "fluffy" green appearance of a clover field dotted with numerous tiny pink and blue blossoms. Devil's Clover is actually really pretty, you have to wonder how it wound up with such an ominous name. (Probably just because of its scientific name, which came from it being associated with the Deviloka native tribe. ... Or from being associated with the Devilokas anyway, since they did not have the most sterling reputation even among the more tolerant of the time. Ahem.) Anyway, you continue on a bit further towards it, turning your head to follow the full length of the field, which looks very picturesque in the dusk light and-\n\nHoly shit that is a big fucking rabbit.\n\nYou stare in shock at the sight of the large, furry white form crouched and hunched in the clover off towards the treeline on one side, head bobbing and moving in a grazing motion, large, definitely somewhat floppy ears wobbling around with the motions. Then the head lifts, revealing tufts of clover around the mouth...\n\n... and it stands up.\n\nWhich, of course, just further stuns you because absolutely 100% <i>fuck</i> mistaking a rabbit getting up on its haunches for that. It has shoulders! It has a waist! It has... uh, wow, fuck, <i>does it ever</i> have. You now see exactly why that wiki article felt so firmly on the matter of "he". Big pink eyes stare at you in apparent surprise of their own, cute velvety nose twitching twice, before the creature turns and bolts into the forest with a sort of strange partially quadrupedal running-leaping gait.\n\nFinally managing to get out of stunlock, you fumble out your phone and whip it up, clicking twice to turn on the camera and reaiming, and stabbing the button, missing, then stabbing again. You find you're breathing a bit hard, and have to take a moment to calm down before you can tap the little miniature version of the photo in the corner of the screen to take an actual look.\n\n... Yup, that sure is a really blurry photo of a small bit of what looks like a large rabbit running into the forest.\n\nYou put a hand to your face and sigh, silently apologizing to everyone who's ever had the argument of 'If cryptids are real why haven't cell phones proven their existence?' used on them. Turns out that blurry, vague photos are in fact tooootally possible with modern technology, especially if you're busy reeling because you saw <strike>Bigfoot's</strike> Flopear's dick. So yeah, you're left with no proof of your sighting other than a photo that even the cryptid group you found the article on might laugh at you over. Now what?\n\n<hr>\n[[After him!|GGUL5x1]]\n\n[[Give up and go home.|GGUL4x1]]\n\n[[Take a souvenir and go home.|GGUL3x4]]\n\n[[May as well check out the event grounds.|GGUL]]

Flopear... Flopear... hm. Other than the name being sort of "Bigfoot"-y, you thiiiink you've maybe heard of Flopear? Like once or twice you passed the closest things Deviville has to tourist trap shops and maybe there was some merch that was about Flopear? It's been a long time, you barely remember. Well, hey, look, luckily there's a whole wiki article on him right in front of you!\n\nYou start reading, and yeah, it definitely looks like Flopear is like a local version of Bigfoot, just that rather than "huge ape man" it's "short bunny man", which largely aligns with the outlines and whatnot you remember on the T-shirts. Though the wiki article actually is pretty well-researched, and goes back to some of the really ooooold stories of the first western-moving settlers spotting Flopear, and the rumors that he was the result of Deviloka shapeshifters doing the down bad with, well, rabbits. Supposedly he (the article always uses "he" you notice, you guess either just for ease of use or maybe something in those sighting reports that would otherwise violate the wiki site's terms of service, heh) could be sighted at dusk in certain special fields of clover, and would usually be mistaken for a particularly huge rabbit at first, until standing up and revealing a more humanlike shape. Apparently the reports are a bit muddled over whether it was always just the one Flopear or if there might be more of them, too.\n\nThe wiki does try to apply some scientific rigor to the legend, you notice, hypothesizing that the particular type of clover must be Trifolium devilokus, a species of clover that's indigenous pretty much just to this state, and has grown more rare over the years. It also suggests that Flopear could just be the imagination of the early settlers and, later on, people less used to nature spotting how absolutely huge wild hares can get, and seeing them do their little "stand uppies" and freaking out, exaggerating in their minds how big the rabbit was and how human it looked when upright. But, y'know, it's a cryptid wiki, so in the end the tone is that Flopear must be real, and is just suuuuper good at hiding and getting away before anyone can take a clear picture.\n\nSpeaking of which, as the article winds down it tries to throw in its creepypasta creds by asserting that Flopear is normally a skittish creature that will run off at being sighted by a human... but that if he becomes <i>interested</i> in the human, he might sneak along after them, and possibly even spend years stalking them and popping up at random moments or even showing up in their house at night. Heh, sounds more like something someone added to the legend in the post-/x/ era where every single cryptid has to be malevolent and out to Get you.\n\nIn any event, the article can't be suggesting that Flopear is <i>that</i> malevolent, since it also includes a list of recent sightings of patches of Trifolium devilokum (AKA Devil's Clover) around the Deviville area. ... Hm! Looks like there's a patch of it in a park near you! There's even a little map showing where the clover is, waaaay out on the edge of the park where it starts turning back into natural forest. Hm... you could always go take a look this evening! Just for a fun little lark. Hey maybe it would at least provide some inspiration for some art (not that you aren't already thinking of several potential character designs for Flopear that would do gangbusters among your furry audience).\n\nOr you could just blow it off and... oh hey, you could drop a link to the wiki to a friend of yours that you know is absolutely nuts for bunnies. (Ironically not one of said furry audience, actually a real life friend who actually loves actual bunnies.) \n\n<hr>\n[[Go take a look at the clover patch.|GGUL3x3]]\n\n[[Pass the link along.|GGUL]]\n\n[[Hey, why not both?|GGUL]]

You didn't really know Deviville had its own cryptids! ... Or maybe you did and just assumed they were more common. That's always a weird feeling to learn when you start looking into local history and culture. But hey, that's what the wiki's here for!\n\n'Cryptids unique to Deviville:\n\n[[Flopear|GGUL3x2]]'

Eh, it's not that rare or <i>that</i> connected to an incident you, frankly, are already starting to convince yourself maybe wasn't actually what you saw. (... Though let's be honest the dick seemed fairly definitive. Ahem.) You'll just hang it up to dry, make a few sprigs of nice potpourri, and that's it.\n\n"Does smell nice after all," you muse, picking up the sprigs from where you laid them and bringing them up to your face to take a nice whiff. A pleasant deep scent of just plain green plants, with a more subtle, gentle floral aroma~. ... Mmf... yet it's kind of exciting somehow, your face suddenly feels a little flushed and you're kinda suddenly in the mood to go to bed and do a manual pressure release earlier than usual.\n\nStill blushing a bit and writing off the reaction to just one of those things about being in late stage puberty in close proximity to spring, you set the clover aside again and start reading the page about non-consumable drying. Apparently the best way to get it to last the longest and to be the most fragrant is to hang it up outside in dry weather and let the sun do its work. Next best, and most traditional, is to tie it up in the same way and leave it dangling from a rafter. Alternatively you can just put it in a nice dry wooden box with some sawdust and it'll take a while but is the lowest-effort and lowest attention method.\n\n<hr>\n[[Hang it up outside.|GGUL]]\n\n[[Hang it from a rafter.|GGUL]]\n\n[[Put it in a box.|GGUL]]

May as well take something with you to recall this little event. The obvious thing being some of the Devil's Clover. You head down to the field and take hold of a couple of handfuls... the stems at the bottom are pretty thin so you can basically just cut through them with firm presses of your thumbnail. Gathering up a big double-handful, you head home, already resolving to keep this to yourself at the very least until you have grandkids to tell it to so they can just assume granny's spinning yarns instead of you being authentically nuts.\n\nYou return home shortly after dark, not long enough for your parents to do look more than mildly relieved, especially since you came back with an armful of flowering clover rather than, like, pregnant or whatever. You head up to your bedroom and find a spot to set it, then wash your hands and flop down at the computer. Aaaand... now what?\n\nWell, probably best to just not say anything to anyone about Flopear, even the cryptid group. That photo just... ... yeah. Instead for lack of anything better to do you type in 'how to preserve Devil's Clover' on your search engine of choice.\n\nAs expected, there are several suggestions about drying it for preserving as potpourri type stuff, pressing it, and even one tutorial for getting the best results from preserving it in resin. Huh, that last one would be pretty cool, you guess, especially if you did like a little lighted base or something. That would definitely be the best (and most lasting) souvenir.\n\nIn the process you also discover several drying methods that are intended for making tea with it... or rendering it smokable. Huuuuh! You'd had some vague idea it could be tea, you thiiiink? But definitely not that it could be puffable. According to the pages, the tea can both help you relax and give you energy, with differing levels (and tastes) depending on whether you use the pink or blue blossoms or both. Same for drying it for smoking... apparently it won't quite get you "high", necessarily, but it will make you feel pretty good in addition to the relaxing and energizing effects. (Plus you admit that drying and smoking your own herbal cigarettes using ancient native techniques would make for another fun "One time when I was a teenager I-" story. Especially connected with the time you saw a local legend.)\n\nSo what to do?\n\n<hr>\n[[Make potpourri.|GGUL3x5]]\n\n[[Press it.|GGUL]]\n\n[[Cube it.|GGUL]]\n\n[[Brew it.|GGUL]]\n\n[[Smoke it.|GGUL]]

Curiosity and maybe a little of something else is eating you alive, so you quickly slip back to the entryway to turn the porchlight off and leave the candy bowl out on the front mat, hoping for the best and that any further trick-or-treaters will obey the unspoken honor system. Then you slide out of your shoes and pad barefoot down the hall, carefully pushing the door open enough that you can peek in.\n\nIt looks like in the relatively brief time you were gone, Selina and Felicity have already shed the majority of their costumes, the discarded bits and pieces laying scattered on the floor. They're laying on their side on the bed, Selina in nothing but her purple and black striped stockings, Felicity in her own furry stockings and kitty-ears headband. Their hands roam over each others' bodies as they kiss, stroking along one another's backs and sliding down to stroke or squeeze at pert bare buttcheeks. You bite your lower lip, feeling a certain excitement start to build, not just at the sensual and illicit sight in front of you, but the fact that you're managing to be so sneaky about getting a look at it adds a definite thrill.\n\nFelicity ducks her head to lick and kiss at the side of Selina's neck, even as one of her hands tucks between the blonde's legs. Selina moans softly, the sound barely carrying to the cracked door, her upper leg raising up and laying partially over Felicity, incidentally giving you a good view of Felicity's fingers stroking over and sliding inside Selina's glistening folds. Unable to help yourself, you tug the front of your dress up and slip a hand down the front of your panties, biting your lower lip as you start flicking your fingers over your clit while watching the two teens make love.\n\nSoon Felicity pulls away and turns, Selina rolling onto her back as her friend slips over and straddles her head. Those kitty ears get knocked slightly askew as Felicity tucks her head between Selina's thighs, and you watch the two start to sixty-nine, soft panting and moans caressing over your straining ears. You muffle a moan of your own as you push two fingers into yourself and start slowly stroking them in and out, rubbing along your inner walls as you stare at the two petite girls bucking and squirming against each other on the soft pink comforter covering your guest room bed.\n\nBy the time they seem to be settling down and turning around to cuddle up, exchanging brief, soft kisses, you've worked yourself to three orgasms watching them. Hearing them murmur soft, affectionate things before they start scooting to the edge of the bed, you carefully pull the door back closed and head back down the hall, retrieving your shoes before doing a quick bit of cleanup on your thighs. By the time the girls, costumes mostly properly back in place, come walking down the hall you've turned the light back on and retrieved the half-full bowl of candy from the porch. "Have fun?" you ask nonchalantly, smiling at them.\n\n"Mm-hmm," Selina says with a satisfied smile and a blush, her hand entwined with Felicity's.\n\n"Thank you so much," Felicity adds. "And... if it's not too much trouble... do you think we could come back here sometime? Like we said it's almost impossible for us to find anywhere to have real, actual privacy and be alone together."\n\n"We'd really appreciate it, and we'd try to find some way to pay you back," Selina adds.\n\n<hr>\n[[Probably not a good idea.|HollyOct]]\n\n[[Sure!|HollyOct]]

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

You perk up a bit at the sight of that on the list. "We have new arrivals?"\n\n"Yes, and I'll remind you that it says 'sort and shelve', not 'browse and read'," your boss says rather coolly, which makes you shrink in on yourself in embarrassment. She eyes you for a moment before relenting and saying, "You are, as usual, welcome to stay after hours up until ten, if you want to read anything then. But do try to get through actually sorting and shelving everything."\n\n"Yes ma'am," you half-whimper.\n\nYou'd maybe resent being scolded like that, but, well, you never have been able to protest it when someone accurately calls you on something. You absolutely are one of those nerds who got a Library Science degree because they love to read. (... What? It's not like you spend <i>all</i> your free time tenderizing your tuna in front of the computer. ... Just... a lot of it.) So you have maybe more than once... or twice... or seven times... gotten in trouble with your boss for getting lured in and reading the books instead of whatever else it was you were supposed to be doing with them. So... yeah, the rebuke stings, but you can't really say it's not deserved.\n\nYou make your way to the back of the library, where part of the once rather opulent gardens and porch has been paved to make a truck drive and small unloading dock. (You wonder how someone who both complains about the destruction of nature's beauty for car infrastructure and gushes about the importance of libraries would resolve that one. ... Probably expect you and your boss to bike the books in cross-country or something.) As you start moving the (luckily not particularly large) boxes of books onto the cart, you muse how it's a little odd that a hoity-toity privately-owned library like this one still stocks a bunch of contemporary popular books and even kids' books. The best explanation you've been able to come up with is that there must be some sort of provision in whatever tax break code the owners are using that the more "mainstream" the library is the bigger the break.\n\nAs you set the boxes down in what you think used to be a dining room and is now a sort of general work and storage room, and start opening them with the care and respect for the boxcutter that comes of cutting oneself and not having had time to get negligent and lazy about it again, you muse yet again that you've never heard of the company that ships all the books to you in any of the prep classes you took in college. In fact you don't even know the name, their logo is just what looks like some kind of slender vase with one loop at the top and a kind of tapered stopper. They seem to be a printer too, because a lot of the books they send you look (or at least sound) like normal mainstream ones, but they have covers and edition numbers you've never seen anywhere else. (In fact they were the source of practically all the books that this library donated to the public one for their summer reading event. You wonder how that's going...?)\n\nOh man, and they sent over a bunch of fun-looking stuff today, too. ... You have a hard time imagining your very stick-up-the-, ahem, straight-laced boss ordering some of these, and she's never let <i>you</i> so much as peek at the ordering system, so you know you don't do it. Maybe her dad or whoever actually set up the account with the company and they just send stuff without being asked, you could believe that. Anyway, you start the long, somewhat tedious, and in this case readteasing process of scanning the books into the system, applying the library's (admittedly much more aesthetic and better-fitting) code bars to the spines after they've printed out, and then sorting them into stacks to make them easier to load up on the library cart and take out to the proper sections.\n\nYou jump a little when your boss comes in, wondering if you're about to get scolded for something, but she instead tells you that she's heading home, and actually tells you that you did well to get that much done today. Oh... yeah, it's actually past your quitting time, huh? Time flies when you're... doing library drudgery. Weirdly enough. You're still busy basking in the mild and somewhat rare praise, and the fact that you don't actually have to get right to putting everything away (today) that you barely notice when your boss leaves.\n\nHm. Well... you are done for the day... and it's still quite a bit before ten. Maybe you could-\n\nYou make a face as your stomach growls. Ugh, you skipped lunch, and now it's practically dinner time. Maybe you should go eat something first.\n\n... Or you could just pick out what you're going to read. Y'know. For after you eat. You did spend sooooo long looking through all these neat books and not daring to flip past the inside cover...\n\n<hr>\n[[Eat.|Cass]]\n\n[[Choose!|Cass4x2]]

... Yeah look you're a coombrain. You know it, your roommates know it, your family probably knows it (very unfortunate). Might as well admit you want to read something with explicit fucking. (And boy do some of these ladies get explicit. Sometimes in decidedly weird ways, but explicit all the same.)\n\nYou head over to the stacks of various paperbacks, trade paperbacks, and even a handful of actual hardback copies, trying to remember what you saw earlier that sounded appealing.\n\n[[A Ballad of Bastards and Brutes|Cass]] - Just from glancing at the summary (you didn't want to look too long lest you get tempted), it looks like a romance novel <strike>knockoff</strike> inspired by Game of Thrones, aimed at the sort of women who like to fantasize about having a boyfriend that slaps them around and treats them like dirt. (... So... you, when the mood takes you.)\n\n[[The Shifter Rising: Book 1: The Scottish Horse: A Shifter Time Travel Romance|Cass]] - And here we have the other side, an Outlander <strike>knockoff</strike> INSPIRED BY, but the author seems to be trying to fuse it with the "werewhatever" genre of romance novels (for women who don't quite want to admit to being furries... ... or other things). That... could be good? ... You wouldn't bet money on it, though. ................ You do want to read it anyway, though.\n\n[[Engaged to the Emperor: A Galactic Conquest Story|Cass]] - Huh, that's pretty interesting. You don't see a lot of sci-fi romance novels, even in digital format, and certainly not in trade paperback format. 'To finally end the war ravaging the galaxy, Princess Cassiopeia must marry the vile Galactic Emperor, though he is a dark wizard of unfathomable power. But his tall, dark, brooding enigmatic cyborg general might have something to say...' ....... Wait, is this... is this a Star Wars inspired romance novel? Original trilogy? In TYOOL Current Year?

Aaaaa you can't help yourself! You've just gotta decide which book you're going to read! Maybe, if you're really naughty, you'll take it with you into the break room and start right away. (Yes of course you're not supposed to and yes of course you do. There's a book cleaning and restoration room right there it's fine.)\n\nOkay! Let's see, they sent a bunch of different stuff today! (You really didn't realize how much until you looked at all the stacks you made.) You've got them sorted into types for the moment, so...\n\n[[Romance novels|Cass4x3]] - There are so. Many. Of them. Some of them have the <i>wildest</i> premises too, stuff you thought only got published on Kindle Unlimited, though a lot of it is the more standard knockoff schlock of the various popular franchises right now.\n\n[[Tabletop books|Cass]] - Not something you'd usually expect to see in any library, but again, this one seems to get everything. You're not actually a gamer of any type (especially a game that, by default, leans on social interaction), but you still love reading the lore bits and the little microfiction a lot of them like to put at the start of the chapters.\n\n[[Science books|Cass]] - You generally prefer fiction, it's true, but over the years of library study you've kinda gotten to where you'll just read anything, including books and journals of (often fringe, in the case of what this place sends) scientific theory.\n\n[[Sci-fi|Cass]] - And then there's the other side of that, the "speculative fiction" as it actually gets filed under out on the shelves.\n\n[[Light novels|Cass]] - You're kind of a casual nerd, not super duper into stuff, but you do like Japanese light novels because with your reading ability you can tear through one in a very short time. ... And get right back to schlicking, usually, but with a sense of accomplishment!\n\n[[Kid's books|Cass]] - Hey, it's totally normal to unwind a bit with a super-easy book! That's a huge part of the appeal of light novels, these are just... even lighter! Well, when it's not the oldschool fairytales. Or the "classics". Or anything with a Newberry Medal. And a lot of the "young adult fiction before it was called YA and they were all doorstoppers" had some pretty intense stuff in it...

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Still smirking wickedly, you stand up and sashay over to him, before sinking to your knees in front of him and hooking your fingers into the waistband of his pajama pants.\n\n"Cyan!" He jerks back slightly. "What are you doing?!"\n\n"Well, if you want me to keep you fucking other girls quiet, you're going to have to add one more girl to the list," you reply, eyes twinkling as you yank him back towards you by the waistband, his stunned state making him step forward at even that light pull. "So let's seeeeee... oooo!" you coo as you pull the pants down in front, freeing his already long, thick cock, which flops forward at a droopy angle, a thick nest of black hair surrounding the base of it and covering his balls, making it seem like a truly 'mature' member. "Sooomebody's already a little hard," you tease as you wrap a hand around his shaft and start pumping lightly, still smirking up at him. "Is it from seeing your work up on the TV, or is it me?"\n\n"Cyan, we... we can't, please don't," your father murmurs as you continue to stroke his slowly but steadily stiffening shaft, though he sucks in a breath as you stop to peel off your T-shirt, perky breasts jiggling a bit from being freed before you return to pumping his paternal prick, your other hand resting on his thigh. "You're... you're my daughter," he says in a strangled voice.\n\n"Yeaaah but I'm also a high school girl, and you like high school girls, right?" you reply with a snicker, before leaning in to drag your tongue a few inches up his cock, feeling even more smug as he moans aloud at that. "Mmm, you <i>are</i> nice and big, Daddy," you coo, letting your eyes be obvious as they slide up and down along his member. "I bet you can just show it to horny teenage bitches, and they get down on their knees, huh? Like this?" You angle his cock up, continuing to stroke it as you start tongue-bathing his balls, looking up at him all the while.\n\n"Mmf... Cyan... Cyan, please... you're..." He trails off, his protests devolving into shaky breaths and moans as he rests a hand atop your head. He seems helpless to stop you or even formulate another plea as you continue sucking and licking at his hairy sack, the musky smell of his crotch filling your nose as you give him your best balljob. His moans only get louder as you draw your head back and angle his cock down, sliding the head into your mouth and suckling at it, stroking the rest of his length with a light, twisting pumping motion. You watch his face contort with a mixture of pleasure and shame every time he glances down at you and away, inevitably tilting his head back as you give him no doubt surprisingly competent head, only to start all over again when he looks down as if to confirm it's really his daughter sucking him off. He groans in that same mixture of pleasure and humiliation as his dick starts throbbing, and you pull back to stick out your tongue, letting him watch his load splatter all over it and inside your mouth.\n\nHe's still standing there shuddering lightly when you stand up and start undoing your jeans, wiggling them down over your hips. "Cyan... no, we, we can't take this any further, this has to-"\n\n"I don't remember giving you an option," you answer as you step out of your jeans, smirking at him again before turning and settling to your knees, leaning forward to fold your arms on the couch and giving your round, slightly jiggly teen ass a shake at him, showing off your puffy, slick pussylips. "Now, unless you want me to show Mom that video, you'll get down here and give me just as good a fucking as you gave her."\n\nHe hesitates for a long moment, but apparently when you reach back and give your own asscheek a squeeze and a tug aside, helping show off your pucker, he breaks and shrugs out of his robe, stepping out of the pajama pants as he steps towards you. "At least let me get a condom..."\n\n"Mm-mmmmm, I want you to go in raw," you chide, making him hesitate again. "Don't worry, it's a safe day. Well, a pretty safe day. C'mon, get to it!"\n\nAt this point he's apparently too beaten and tempted to argue any further as he sinks to his knees behind you and rests a hand on your back, using the other to position the tip of his prick between your plump, glistening lower lips. You can hear the guilt in his moan, and the smugness in yours as he starts pushing forward, sinking inside you as his hands move to grip your waist. Soon enough he's pumping away at you, his hips lightly impacting your ass, though you can still feel the bit of hesitation in his thrusts as he deals with the fact that he's fucking his own daughter's tight, gripping cunt.\n\n"Mmmm, yeah, c'mon, fuck me," you urge, the smug in your own tone mingling with the guilt in his moans. "Fuck that pussy, Daddy! Smack my ass!"\n\n"Mmmf, C-Cy-"\n\n"Smack my ass like you smacked hers, do it!" you snap at him, yipping happily as a moment later he does just that, delivering a firm slap to your right buttcheek amidst his thrusts. You start working your hips back against him harder, fucking yourself on his throbbing, bare cock, even as you reach over and snag the remote, a slightly shaking finger hitting the play button. The lewd sounds of your father fucking Karen and her moaning like a whore start to mingle with the sounds of your father fucking you and you moaning like a much more dominant whore. You can feel his grip tighten on you, his body veritably shuddering with shame even as he starts fucking you faster, his humiliated, aroused moans making a counterpoint to his own smug words emenating from the speakers. \n\nBy the time he finally thrusts forward and empties his balls into your pussy, you've already cum twice, your back arching and your squeals making him shudder and buck forward into you each time... well, the squeezing of your pussy around him might have something to do with that. He leans over you, panting and gasping, before slowly pulling out, cock slipping out of your cunt and dangling half-limp, dripping mingled jizz and girlcum onto the floor.\n\nYou mmm, giving your ass another wiggle before you stand up, and start calmly gathering up your clothes as he turns and slumps to sit on the floor, arms leaned back on the couch cushions, his cock still angled out in a low arch in front of his balls soaked with your arousal. Finishing with your clothes and holding them to your chest, you grin down at him. "Good job, Daddy." You lean down and peck him on the cheek, before adding, "Definitely a good start." Then you walk away smirking at the mildly horrified and yet undeniably aroused look on his face.\n\nWhile you're showering, running your hands over your slick, soapy body, you think back on the session you just had, grinning. That... was a lot of fun. But the best part was definitely...\n\n<hr>\n[[The risk of getting caught.|GGParent]]\n\n[[The risk of getting knocked up.|GGParent12x2]]\n\n[[Dominating your father.|GGParent]]\n\n[[Humiliating your father.|GGParent]]

<b>Choices and (Choices)</b>\nMost of the time your character will be in charge of their own fate, making their own decisions and suffering the consequences or reaping the rewards. However, sometimes in some of the story branches, your character may be deprived of any ability to do anything whatsoever. At others, it may be another character who's making a decision or answering a question. At those points you the player are ASSUMING DIRECT CONTROL and making choices purely based on where you want the story to go. In these instances, choices will be (enclosed in parentheses).\n\n<b>Game Over</b>\nIf you see the Game Over text, don't immediately think you have to reload and start all over. Clicking the Game Over option will generally give you an epilogue for your character from that storyline. It will also generally offer options for going back to the last major choice, going back to the start of the current storyline, or going back to character generation.\n\n<b>Continuity</b>\nThere isn't any. A character may be a complete skirt-chaser and ladykiller when you pick one choice involving him, and complete Hard Gay when you make another. Reality such as it is in the game diverges almost every time you make a choice. Some elements are always there as part of the setting you currently inhabit, but may just never come up, even though logic says the choice you made shouldn't affect them doing so. Just kick logic to the curb and enjoy the game!\n\n<b>Sex Level</b>\nSome of the stories contain way more sex than others. Some are pretty much pure porn every time you click. Others have a focus on story, with sex only occurring in the natural course (or sometimes as the ending). And, as noted on the intro page, there's very little ground left uncovered as far as kinks and fetishes go. If you find yourself not enjoying the sex content of a story, feel free to start over and choose another path, you're bound to eventually find something that fits your taste!\n\n<b>Branching</b>\nEvery choice you make affects the storyline you're playing. Some storylines (like the Jace the Monster Hunter ones) are fairly "tight"... once you've chosen a monster to hunt, all choices lead you in the same general direction, with the same cast of players and the same goal in sight. Other storylines (like the Worldland mascot ones) diverge fairly wildly with almost every single choice leading in an entirely different direction, able to bring in whole different characters and situations between two different paths.\n\nThe important thing to remember is, <i>there is no copypasted content</i> and <i>no two choices lead to the same end</i>. The choices may lead you to very similar outcomes in some cases, but each is all new written text. Consider it like alternate realities in a TV show... sure, you're having the same conversation, but now your best guy buddy is your cute blonde girlfriend instead.\n\n[[Back.|Start]]

<b>October 2, 2018</b>\n* Buddy can throw a hardcore [[Hell-themed BDSM|BuddyOct4x1]] Halloween party.\n<b>October 3, 2018</b>\n* More of Buddy's BDSM Halloween party.\n* Some more work on [[SIMFITE|GG-FFStart]]\n<b>October 4, 2018</b>\n* More work on SIMFITE. Tifa's scenes under John Bigballs are complete!\n<b>October 8, 2018</b>\n* Holly can now [[fuck the wicked out of|HollyWitch1x5]] the hoodlums on her street.\n<b>October 9, 2018</b>\n* Playing catchup on what was started yesterday since I got derailed by some bad news.\n<b>October 11, 2018</b>\n* Cyan the demon can elect to give the dying demoness in the wastes some energy [[from herself|GGHell1x2]].\n<b>October 12, 2018</b>\n* More of Cyan and Viorika going to see Hrungar.\n* Cyan can now make an [[RPG FPS|GGCandy5x9]] as a vidya witch. (The "make your own" option has been replaced since this is the obvious result of that anyway.)

"Alright, I'll hold the fort until you get back," you whisper in reply.\n\n"Everyone," Coach Morrison calls as she retrieves the emergency flashlight and stands up. "I'm going to go for help. Hopefully it won't be too long before I get back." She operates the lever to swing open the door and trots down the steps, then waves back at you for you to close the door after her. Then she sets off down the road, the beam of the flashlight bobbling around until both she and the light have disappeared.\n\n"The important thing is to not freak out," you say as you turn back around to face the busload of teenage girls, resting your hands on the backs of two seats. "I know it seems really scary, being on a broken-down bus in the middle of a spooky forest," you continue, waggling your hands and emphasizing the 'spooky' ridiculously, earning you a few giggles and some smiles. "But remember, this is the real world! Nothing bad's gonna happen to us other than maybe being really bored for a few hours. Just don't use up all the charge on your phone so you can check for signal every so often."\n\nEveryone seems fairly relaxed after that, and falls to chatting and laughing, the tension gradually easing. Wishing you felt as confident as you made yourself seem, you sit down and watch outside in the direction Coach Morrison went.\n\nIt's only a half hour before you see the bobbling of the flashlight again, and you blink in surprise. Hoping it really was just a short distance to help, you wait until she approaches the door to swing it open. The adult woman slowly mounts the steps, and you notice that she seems a little... odd. Her movements are a bit stiff, and her skin seems damp, maybe even clammy. Her eyes are glassy as she looks straight ahead of herself, mounting the steps and then turning towards the aisle.\n\n"Er, coach?" You blink again, starting to get worried. "Are you okay? Did you hurt yourself out there?"\n\n"I'm fine," she answers, her tone flat. She slowly turns her head to look at you. "Amanda, you need to come with me. I have found help, but they need a bit of assistance before they can aid us."\n\n<hr>\n[[Um. Okay.|CheerForest]]\n\n[[No way, something's wrong.|CheerForest]]

"... I don't hear anything," you reply after a few moments, shaking your head.\n\nCassie lets out a shuddery breath, then nods. "Okay. Okay, guess I just imagined it." She looks around, expression sheepish. "Sorry, everybody."\n\n"I'll call for roadside assistance. If they don't have anyone who can service a bus, maybe they can get some vans out here and shuttle everyone to a motel." She pulls out her cellphone to look at it, then muffles another curse. "Does anyone else have service...?"\n\nEveryone on the bus simultaneously scrambles for their phone (or in some cases phones), and everyone's panic grows a bit as more and more answers of "No" come back. You wave your hands a bit for attention. "Nobody freak out, there obviously just aren't any cellphone towers out here."\n\nEveryone seems to settle a little, but there's a lot of nervous shifting and staring out the windows, the girls whispering among themselves. Coach Morrison beckons you close, whispering when you lean down. "Someone's going to freak out and hurt themselves or someone else if we try to stay out here all night. I think I'd better get out and walk on ahead. Either I can find someplace to get some help from or maybe I can get a signal."\n\n<hr>\n[[Agree.|CheerForest4x2]]\n\n[[Suggest going with her.|CheerForest5x1]]\n\n[[Everyone should go.|CheerForest6x1]]

Deciding that you'd really rather not look like a skinny blue ape, you select the female troll. The model assumes focus on the screen, wearing what's best described as a leather bikini. She's leanly-muscled, lanky, with slightly large hands and big feet, relatively petite tusks jutting up from the corners of her mouth, and solid, glossy purple eyes. Her wild mane of spiky red hair juts up from her head and falls down her back like the crest of a razorback pig, with two long braids falling over her shoulders down to her chest.\n\n<center>Choose your character's class.</center>\n\n[[Witch|GGTWitch1x1]]\n\n[[Skinchanger|GGTSkin1x1]]\n\n[[Savage|GGTSav1x1]]

"E-Erron, no, you can't!" Lauriel blurts, starting to struggle desperately, doing little more than making the big black unicorn cock rub a bit further between her buttocks and wiggle back and forth across her back, leaving a smear of pre glistening on her skin. \n\n"Actually, it turns out I can," Erron the unicorn answers, his smooth and beautiful voice quite smug. "And once you're no longer a virgin, I'll be doing quite a bit more, I can assure you." He gives a few thrusts, working his cock along her, then turns his head a bit. "Layla, if you wouldn't mind?"\n\n"Certainly, it would be an honor, sir," you chirp in a cheerful tone, making your way behind the pillory.\n\n"Slave! Slave, wait!" Lauriel calls, adding a desperate cry of "Layla!" as you disappear from her field of view.\n\nIgnoring her, you reach out to put both hands on the perfectly white unicorn's perfectly black cock. It's so smooth it's almost like rubber, but hot and faintly throbbing in your hands. Using gentle pressure, you guide him into backing up some, his white marble hooves thumping the grass as you get him far back enough to angle him into position. You press the flared tip up against Lauriel's smooth, hairless pussy, before stepping back some. "There you go, perfect position!"\n\n"Thank you very much, dear girl," Erron answers as if having been passed the salt at a fancy dinner.\n\n"Wait, wait nooOHHHHHHHHHH!" Lauriel cries as the unicorn thrusts forward, her belly bulging with a fairly clear outline of his equine prick as he buries a good half of it in her on the first thrust. Her eyes roll up and her tongue juts out, her mind obviously overwhelmed by the sensation of having her virginity claimed by that massive horsecock. She cries out again, and again as he begins to thrust, her body jolted against the pillory as she's fucked, the beautiful mythological creature seemingly having little worry about damaging her.\n\nIndeed, as you shift your position a bit, it looks like even though her cunt is stretched absolutely taut around his veiny black shaft, it's entirely fine... and dripping wet. Every one of Erron's thrusts forward causes a squirt of glittering elven arousal to go flying out, as if there simply weren't enough room inside of her for all that dick and that bit of liquid. His gleaming white balls sway and wobble in a fashion you can somehow only describe as elegant, almost as if their motion was helping him drive forward deeper and deeper into her. And finally the last of that black disappears into Lauriel's devirgined elven cunt, the pink of it kissing up against the white of his sheath, the bulge of his flare sitting between her big dangling tits.\n\nHe rests there for a moment, as if reveling in his accomplishment, then begins fucking her... perhaps 'breeding' might be a better word, you think. For despite all the elegance and grace that permeates every mood he makes, Erron is still fucking Lauriel as if he were a stallion in rut and she a mare in heat, and Lauriel's yowling and cries have turned practically whorish, full of humiliation and pleasure as the unicorn's balls slap against her and his cock stretches her womb. A unicorn fucking an elf, what a sight!\n\nYou wriggle a little in place, the crotch of your panties sticking to you with arousal. You can't just stand here and jill off, despite the temptation. You have to do something, feel involved...\n\n<hr>\n[[Focus on humiliating Lauriel.|MeanDrow]]\n\n[[Focus on encouraging Erron.|MeanDrow7x4]]

"So what if it was your penis?" you suggest, barely able to restrain a giggle as you say it.\n\n"I beg your pardon?" the unicorn says in a tone that indicates he's not sure whether to be offended or not.\n\n"According to what you said, if Lauriel gets fucked, she'll no longer be a virgin, and you can basically do what you want, right?" At a slow bob of acknowledgement from that long, pretty equine head, you continue. "So, why don't you fuck her? I'll put her in a vulnerable position, and then you can take her virginity yourself. Once she's not a virgin anymore, you can do whatever you want to her, right?"\n\nThe majestic creature actually seems to be waffling a bit as he considers. "But... I'm forbidden to-"\n\n"Hurt her, right? But you said it yourself, that's affected by your intent. If your intent is to fuck her... not <i>hurt</i> her, but to mate with her, even bring her pleasure... then you should be fine. Besides," you add, smirking again. "Should be a pretty fitting revenge for all the times she got you off without so much as a by-your-leave, huh?"\n\nYou've never seen a horse give an evil grin, but you can now say you have. "I happen to know of a particular item in her garden that we can make use of."\n\nAn hour or so later, the front door opens. "Slave, I'm-" Lauriel announces, then frowns at the empty foyer.\n\n"Mistress! I'm back here!" you call from near the back door, in your most obsequious tone. "I'm sorry for disobeying, but there's something in the garden you absolutely must see!"\n\nFrowning more deeply, Lauriel drops her bag and continues on, walking right past where you're hidden in shadows and through the open door into the back yard. "What is this nonsense? Where are you? And why is my pillory open?"\n\n"YOINK!" you cry, springing forward and shoving hard against her back. Taken completely off guard, Lauriel yelps as she goes staggering and toppling forward, gagging some as her throat hits the inside curve of the pillary. Instantly her wrists are magically yanked into the matching depressions on either side of her head, the top of the stocks swinging closed with a bang and the locks instantly doing themselves. Her clothing disappears in a flash, becoming nothing more than a few curls of black smoke that waft away and leave her bent over and naked, her pussy and pucker bare and vulnerable, tits hanging down below her.\n\n"Slave! I don't know what you're doing, but you'll wish I killed you for this! Mistalla!" she shouts, her glamour fading away to reveal her elven form. Then she blinks, twisting her head to look at one of the locks and giving her wrists a shake. "Mistalla! Mistalla!!" she repeats, starting to sound faintly panicked.\n\n"Too bad, so sad." Your opened slave collar hits the ground in front of her, Lauriel staring at it, then looking up at you as you move around to the front of the pillory and lean an arm on it, her eyes widening at the sight of you in her best white panties and bra and her $1,000 designer sunglasses. "I changed the lock word. I wouldn't bother trying to guess it, I basically just spouted random gibberish four different times."\n\n"You... what have you done?!" Lauriel demands, her face flushing with fury.\n\n"Oh, it's not what I did," you reply in an airy tone, pointing grandly behind her. "It's what he's gonna do."\n\nLauriel's opening her mouth to demand what you mean when the unicorn's forelegs slam down atop the pillory, his hooves hanging forward on either side of her head. It's actually quite comical how her eyes bug out both at that, and at the feel of a massive black equine cock flopping against her ass and along her back, almost long enough to brush against her shoulderblades.\n\n"Go on. Guess what he's gonna do," you purr, smirking down at her.\n\n<hr>\n[[Continue.|MeanDrow7x3]]

Later that night, you're sitting sideways in Lauriel's... well, your, really... overly comfortable study chair, sipping an extremely expensive beer right from the bottle, and resisting the urge to rub the crotch of your panties. Three orgasms like that is enough for two hours. Sighing, you drape your head back, platinum hair cascading over the arm of the chair to almost brush against the ground. "God I wanna be fucked by a horse," you grumble.\n\n"... Good evening," a soft feminine voice replies.\n\nYou jerk upright, looking around. It was a woman's voice, obviously, a bit low for it and rather refined, but there's no sight of the speaker. A moment later it comes again, seeming to emanate from a general area of the room rather than one place.\n\n"Forgive the awkwardness of announcing myself, but I wasn't sure exactly how long I should wait after hearing a statement like that," it says, in a faintly apologetic and faintly annoyed tone.\n\n"Er, right... who are you? Where are you?" you ask, standing up and taking another look around.\n\n"'Where' is in the next room. I didn't wish to startle you considering you may have never seen a Nid or a Drider before. My name is Keia, and I was sent by our goddess." There's a brief pause, before she adds, "Are you braced now? Shall I come in?" \n\n"Er... yeah, okay," you answer with a nod. "I'm ready."\n\nThe double doors that lead into the dining room swing open, and you find out you weren't quite ready. Because what walks in is... not something you were prepared for, or could have been prepared for, at all. The lower body is like a spider's... you're not sure exactly what sort, just that the six legs attached to that part of the body are long and chitinous and black. Starting where the spider's head would be is the waist of a Drow woman who looks like she'd be a bit shorter than you... you know, if she had hips and legs. Her bare breasts are huge though, definitely bigger than her head, jiggling faintly with even the smooth motion of her spider legs moving her forward. Her thick black nipples are pierced by silver rings, from which hang a chain dangling with a number of spider-shaped charms... which, come to think of it, resemble the design emblazoned on your belly. She has a necklace hung with a number of them as well, and is using six of them as earrings, while her bellybutton is pierced by another ring that connects the ends of a chain worn like a belt, which has more of them dangling from it.\n\n"Good evening," Keia repeats as she comes to a stop.\n\n"Uh... hi."\n\n"As you are new to being a dark elf, I will explain things," she continues, brushing a hand back through her long, red-streaked white hair. "First of all, 'Driders' are half-Drow, half-spiders. Drow sometimes become one for various reasons. A Nid, however, is a Drow who has died after committing some sort of trespass against our goddess Lolth that isn't enough to earn an eternity of torment. We are instead changed into a small Drider-like being called a Nid... as small as our trespass was large. We serve our goddess, doing what she needs done, and in so doing earning marks." She reaches a hand up and brushes one of the spider-charms dangling from her nipple-chain. "With each one we earn, we grow a bit larger. When we reach the full size of a Drider, we have earned a chance to be reincarnated as a new Drow."\n\n"You don't look that small to me," you murmur, managing to yank your gaze up from her breasts after you've said it.\n\nShe smiles, just a little sadly. "Yes, my trespass was not a particularly heinous one. Still, it has taken me several centuries of dilligent, unceasing work to earn enough marks that I am within only a few of gaining reincarnation. Thus be warned, young one."\n\n"... Okay, consider me warned. Is that the only reason you stopped by?"\n\n"It is not." She clears her voice, placing a hand against her collarbone and closing her eyes, using an even more formal tone. "Layla Mercer, you are hereby commanded by our goddess to take the name Laylith, and in three days' time report with all you wish to take with you to the plains of Mekteth, there to take over the breeding pens formerly belonging to House Kalazza. They shall hereafter be the property of House Mercer, and there you will prove your worth by breeding fine creatures that will further Lolth's cause."\n\n"... What?"\n\nSighing, Keia opens her eyes. "Lolth was pleased by how you handled such a powerful and touchy magical creature. She believes you have talent in this area, and wants you to turn it towards breeding and raising creatures for the Drow cause. To do so you will be given ownership of land, a home, a title, and quite a large sum of money."\n\n"Wait wait wait wait." You wave your hands a bit. "I was just starting to figure out how to reclaim my life here. I just escaped from the high elf bitch that had me captive, I have family, friends, a life here to get back to."\n\nKeia just looks at you, her face a mask as her hand lowers. Finally, she shakes her head. "... Whether you stay or go is ultimately your decision. I was not sent to drag you kicking and screaming to Mekteth. But I will tell you two things. First off, I have never heard of one who began their life as another race being offered this kind of opportunity. There are many born Drow who fight for centuries in the hopes of being given even a fraction of what our goddess is offering you less than a day after becoming a dark elf. In that, I suppose, I might understand some hesitancy... you will be an object of jealousy and resentment. But also know this." Her eyes gaze at you, red and deeply serious. "This is the course our goddess has chosen for you. Should you spurn her offer, then no matter what life you live, eventually you will stand before her. And if you are very, very lucky, you will begin your time as a Nid being only as small as I was. It is up to you if you wish to risk centuries of toil and regret in an attempt to reclaim a mortal life that might at best have had another ninety years left in it."\n\n<hr>\n[[Accept.|MeanDrow]]\n\n[[Refuse.|MeanDrow]]

"Am I still human?" you ask curiously, putting your hands against your chest and patting along it and your belly. You're very... sleek, and hairless, but your skin seems pretty normal and all. ... Your hands are very pretty. And your cock is... well, if you're really honest, that's pretty too, you think as you spread your legs to look down at it. Not like you have a lot of experience with having it, but it's all smooth and sleek too.\n\n"Ah... actually, you've become an elf," Koliel says as she rises to her feet. Is it you or does her face look a bit <i>more</i> red than before. "I'm fairly certain an elf from the Springlands as well, to judge by your coloring. So you're not too terribly removed from human, no matter what some of my more egotistical kin might say, if that makes it better."\n\n"I mean... it's way better than 'goblin' or something," you allow, even chuckling a little as you stand up. "I don't feel... too awkward, at least," you admit, even as you try to casually cover yourself with your hands.\n\n"Good, it seems the spell was cast correctly, other than my... incorrect assumption." Koliel sighs a bit.\n\n"At least you can't get it wrong with the other three, right?" you say drolly. "Are you going to bring them back now?"\n\n"Unfortunately my reserve of magical power only allows me to cast one such powerful spell each day, even from a scroll. I'll have to bring the others back gradually, as we travel back to Purnaster." She sighs again, then shrugs. "For now, there's a stream nearby, why don't we go bathe?"\n\n"Uh, what about clothes?" you ask sheepishly.\n\n"Unfortunately everyone's equipment was destroyed in the fire. I'll loan you my belt and loincloth, if you like," she says, reaching her hands for it, which you hurriedly decline. "In that case I'll simply have to do some hunting and make some basic attire for everyone as we go. I suppose it's true that we can't reenter Purnaster nude." From the slightly annoyed pout-frown on her face, she finds that annoying in itself. "But for now, please, I'm eager to apply some balm, and I'd rather neither of us was alone."\n\n"Oh, yeah, right, sorry," you murmur, following along after her as she heads for the stream.\n\nSoon she's standing knee-deep in the running water, rubbing herself with some sort of oily-looking concoction that apparently soothes her burns away instantly, leaving pale, clear skin again. You, meanwhile, take a look at your reflection... long straight just-past-shoulder-length hair in the same warm, dark brown color as Koliel's, eyes an almost maroon in color, and... yeah, you're very pretty. You would, in fact, be just your sort of preference in pretty-boy, if you weren't... y'know, you. You shift a bit to sit on the rock, dipping your feet in the water and almost idly looking over at Koliel.\n\nYou find yourself staring as her oiled body glistens in the sunlight, breasts swaying gently as she turns and raises an arm, rubbing the balm along her side, displaying just a glimpse of her hairless mound to you from this angle. When she turns back to rub the other side, her breasts are alluringly glimpsed from the sides, her pert bubble butt shown off to you. You always thought Koliel was hot, maybe were even kind of attracted to her, but you never found her so... stunning. It's strange, it feels like more than simple arousal... even though you are, for the first time, experiencing the strange sensation of your cock rising up and growing into a long, slender, slightly curved pillar of eager flesh... it's like something in your chest has been gripped and is being pulled towards her. \n\n<hr>\n[[Go to her.|GGMonk]]\n\n[[Just sit there staring.|GGMonk]]\n\n[[Try to calm down.|GGMonk]]

"Er... Koliel... I'm Cyan."\n\nShe blinks, staring at you... and her red face turns pink as she goes pale. "... Oh. Oh dear. Um... I see. Uh, then, please stay where you are, I think you might be in for a bit of a shock."\n\n"What?" You blink a few times, the confusion gradually starting to clear now that you're sure of who you are, at least. "Koliel, what happened?" At her sheepish glance away, you scowl. "Koliel <i>what did you do</i>?"\n\n"I made an error," she admits, biting her lower lip. "You see, Reincarnation doesn't allow you to pick the species someone will be brought back as... that's why I had the scrolls, the simpler spell means that I can cast it even if it's not my specialty. But it does let you pick the sex, and I thought the piece of, well, person I laid out was of Kovam, so... um... you've been brought back as a male."\n\n"What?!"\n\n"Don't worry, don't worry, we can fix it!" she assures you, raising her hands from your shoulders to pat the air placatingly. "When we get back to Purnaster we can seek out a Fleshshaper and have you put back the way you were! You'll just be a male for a few weeks. Months maybe depending on what the Fleshshaper charges."\n\nYou frown at her. "A male what?"\n\n"Ah?" Koliel actually glances aside, grinning sheepishly and tapping the corner of her mouth as if she didn't know what you meant. She squeaks a bit as you sit up, tumbling her aside so you can look down at yourself. You've come back as a-\n\n<hr>\n[[Orc?!|GGMonk]]\n\n[[Demon?!|GGMonk12x1]]\n\n[[Furry?!|GGMonk14x1]]\n\n[[Lzrd?!|GGMonk]]\n\n[[Birb?!|GGMonk]]\n\n[[... skinny dude?|GGMonk11x12]]

Eh, this just sounds like someone who's trying to do guesswork to get you to come in so they can con you out of some cash, or worse distract you while someone picks your pocket. Besides you've seen too many exposes about cold reading back in your world to be taken in by someone making a lucky guess about your companions. Every third adventuring party in this town probably has someone with a prophecy tied to them, you assure yourself as you wave her off dismissively and continue back to the inn.\n\nThe next thing you know, you're laying on your back on the grass, open blue sky above you, your head spinning. It's hard even to focus on Koliel's concerned (and for some reason very red) face as she leans in above you, hands resting on your shoulders. "Easy, easy. Reincarnation can be very disorienting, especially since I had to cast it from a scroll. Let's start slow, do you remember what happened?"\n\n"What happened..." you rasp, trying to get your thoughts in order. You try to push past the thing you were just remembering, and find that as you try, you do remember a bit more... mostly just vague impressions, but... "We left Purnaster a few weeks ago... seeking out the cavern of the Great Wyrm. We found it, and... and it burned us all to death," you complete with a shudder, remembering the sight and feel of the fire washing over you. \n\n"Yes... we thought we had the drop on it, but it herded us into a cluster. I was barely able to take cover in time, and my ring of protection from fire shielded me somewhat." Well, that would explain why it still looks like she has a rather severe sunburn. "I... I had to just grab some of the bits of charred bodies once the dragon had left and make a run for it, so that I could bring you back once I'd gotten away." She lets out a rush of breath, closing her eyes, then opening them and smiling at you. "But yes, you're back, Kovam."\n\n<hr>\n[[You're... Kovam?|GGMonk13x1]]\n\n[[... Wait you're not Kovam.|GGMonk11x11]]

It's the first time you're removing the detachable penis while it's on someone else, but you've gotten pretty good at it so it only takes two tugs before it pops right off, your mother giving a half-relieved, half-disappointed little huff of breath as it separates from her crotch, the shaft quickly flopping and going limp again. Of course it hardens right back up as you attach it to yourself, your mother watching curiously as you do, then her eyes widening as you slip back on top of her, this time between her legs. But there's barely any hesitation at all before she spreads her thighs and lifts her knees, making it easy enough for you to line up the tip of the rubber dick with her own soaked, dripping entrance and push in.\n\nYour eyes roll up a little at the intensity of feeling your mother's pussy stretching around the cock she was just fucking you with. Oh man, no wonder she completely lost any resolve! It's so tight, hot, wet, gripping, wanting you, needing you! You can't help but thrust forward, hilting inside her quickly, but from her moan and the way her legs wrap around you she doesn't seem bothered at all. In fact soon she's squeezing her legs around you, urging you to start thrusting, to start fucking her, and you lean forward as she wraps her arms around you, letting your tits press into hers, your perkier, firmer boobs almost nestling into her larger, softer ones as the two of you resume your kiss.\n\nYou work your hips without really thinking about it, just letting yourself melt into the feeling of her pussy around you, the pleasure of her wrapped all around you as much as she can, shamelessly kissing you and squeezing you tightly against her. Your whole body feels suffused with pleasure and love as your borrowed black balls slap against her taint, as your hips drive against her wider ones, both of you with your eyes slightly open to gaze at one another as you kiss and fuck. In fact you're so lost in pleasure that you barely even notice the first time you cum, it's just a higher hitch in all of it as you keep thrusting your hips, pumping into her an churning up the gooey vanilla-flavored load as her pussy squeezes and trembles around you.\n\n"Love you, Mom," you pant during a brief break in the kiss, feeling her pussy grip more firmly around you in response to the words.\n\n"I love you too, baby," she moans back, pressing her heels against your ass to drive you into her harder.\n\nYou cum in her twice more before pulling out, the two of you settling into a sixty-nine position so that she can take her turn pleasuring the detachable penis with her mouth while you suck and lick the cum out of her pussy, gulping down the mixture of faintly sweet goo and her own arousal. Then you pass the removable dick back to her, your mother urging you up onto all fours so she can take you from behind, her hands working your tits as hers press into your back, her soft, panting breath and sweet words of how much she loves you and how good your little teenage cunt feels around the prick the two of you are sharing.\n\nAt some point in the early AM the two of you have fucked out and finally collapse into sleep, the two of you flopped in your parents' marriage bed coated in sweat, girlcum, and pseudojizz, the detachable penis laying limp on the sheets between you like the miniature additional member of a kinky little threesome.\n\nIn the morning you wake up to your mother's tongue pressing into your mouth and her fingers stroking into your pussy, making you moan and wiggle your hips as you turn further towards her and return the favor, tucking a hand between her legs and sliding your middle finger inside of her. The two of you get each other off twice, fingers and tongues urging one another's clits to climax without even touching the toy, until finally the two of you separate. "Let's shower and have some breakfast," your mother suggests.\n\nSoon the two of you are at the table, cleaned up and dressed, the only sign it's not an absolutely normal morning the limp black phallus laying on the table in plain sight. Your mother eyes it as she finishes her bacon, then scoffs softly. "Well, I suppose at this point it would be silly to deny we want to fuck each other's brains out with this thing, darling. The question is, how do we handle it?"\n\n"Hm. Yeah. When's Dad getting back, again?" you ask.\n\n"At the end of the week. So I suppose we at least have several days to have fun, no matter what else we decide to do. What do you think, honey?"\n\n<hr>\n[[Seduce your dad too.|GGDP]]\n\n[[Make the most of the time, for now.|GGDP1x5]]

"For now, I think we should just enjoy the time we have together before he comes back... when it gets closer we can make a decision then," you assert.\n\n"True, true. Which brings us to the subject of... well, that," she adds, gesturing to the detachable penis.\n\n"What about it?"\n\n"It's... well, obviously we both enjoy it, it's led us to this wicked little revelation. But at the same time it's a little... lacking... in several ways, isn't it?"\n\n"Ah, yeah," you admit, picking it up by the base with your fingertips and giving it a shake, letting it wobble around. "I mean it's great when one of us is using it, but otherwise..."\n\n"You mentioned it was made by someone here in town, do you think they could make us some that were... well... custom? To our wishes?"\n\n"I mean she said she 3D printed them, so I think so?" you allow, bobbing your head. "I dunno what she can do about, uh, rigidity, but maybe. She did say this was one of her first prototypes, so she's probably gotten way further by now."\n\n"Hm." Your mother runs a fingertip along her cheek, blushing a bit as she looks at the toy again. "... Do you think she'll find it weird that a mother and daughter show up together to ask about these things?"\n\n"I've got a feeling nothing much phases this lady, Ma."\n\n"Oh, yeah, I could do custom jobs, sure," the stoner says a few hours later, looking at you both without the faintest hint of surprise, reproach, or anything but a mild sense of distraction in her eyes. "Basically whatever you want as far as stuff like size, rigidity, color, the flavoring, all that goes."\n\n"I see. Well that's..." Your mother trails off, then exchanges a glance with you, before both of you say, "The flavoring?"\n\n"Yeah, I added the vanilla, stuff just kinda tastes like unflavored jello without it, seemed weird. But yeah I guess I don't mind making some custom printings for ya if that's what you want. Price'd depend a bit on size."\n\n"Well I think we were both thinking just a little bigger than the one you sold Cyan... maybe... an inch, inch and a half?" your mother says sheepishly. "... Three at the very most? How much would that cost?" When she's told, she splutters a bit in outrage, your jaw dropping. "But you sold Cyan the other one for twenty dollars!"\n\n"Well yeah because that was just me clearing space out, yanno? It was either sell it or toss it, so it was sorta a 'whatever you offer' situation. But they're actually pretty expensive to make and print, yanno? I'm not even charging that much over cost for it, like just some for my trouble."\n\nYour mother stands and broods on that for a moment, obviously torn between her newly-awakened lust and probably having to explain to your father how that much money left their bank account so abruptly. As she's wrestling with it, though, the cocksmith continues, "Yanno I could probably knock off the price a lot if you agreed to do me a favor though."\n\n"A favor?" your mother asks dubiously.\n\n"Yeah I got a bunch of other prototypes I've been working on, different shapes and types and stuff. If you did some testing for me, so I could really see 'em in action, I'd cut off like... at least half of the cost of doing the custom jobs."\n\n"... What do you mean, 'see them in action'...?" your mother says dubiously, but in a tone that indicates she's at least considering it.\n\n"I mean, ideally you guys'd test 'em right in front of me, so I could observe everything, and the more testing we did and the more involved I was the more I'd be likely to knock off the price of the customs, dig?" She shrugs a bit, as if it were all the same to her. "But video'd be fine too I guess."\n\nYour mother opens and closes her mouth several times, but you could swear you saw a little glint of interest there. Clearing her throat, she turns to you. "Well, the discount would certainly be, ah, helpful... what do you think, dear?"\n\n<hr>\n[[Do the testing.|GGDP]]\n\n[[Just pay the cocksmith plz.|GGDP1x6]]

"Just pay her so we can get what we want," you urge quietly, giving your mother a little nudge on the side with your elbow.\n\n"Alright, alright." Sighing a bit, your mother pulls out her checkbook. "Who do I make it out to?"\n\n"'Cash'."\n\n"... Right, of course."\n\n"Anyway I think you'll like these new ones better anyway if I'm honest," the strange inventor says as she accepts the check, eyeing it for a moment before folding it once and tucking it into her shirt against her left boob. "The new models have way bumped up nerve transmission both to the user and outward."\n\nYou blink. "Wait, outward?"\n\nShe opens her mouth, pauses, then closes it and shrugs. "Eh, you'll see. I actually had to tone it down at one point. Anyway, why don't you tell me what you want and I'll get to work."\n\nYou and your mother exchange a glance, then shrug and start explaining what you'd like from your new detachable penises. As you expected, she doesn't really blink at any of it, nor at the fact that she's clearly making sex toys for a mother and daughter pair... this woman would be the ultimate sex toy store owner and operator, you can't help but think. She says it will take about two hours, so you and your mother head off to get some lunch and come back to find her already waiting with a pair of boxes.\n\n"That was fast," your mother can't help but observe.\n\n"It is a science, after all," the cocksmith replies in a bland tone.\n\nYou exchange a glance with your mother again, then both shrug before getting back in the car and, well, rushing home. 'Kid with a new toy' is, uh, well you guess a fair descriptor of the kind of excitement going on in your current little illicit and taboo arrangement, and the two of you just barely manage to avoid running inside before tearing off your clothes and opening the boxes.\n\nYou notice that this time there are little instruction booklets, which is nice but you're pretty familiar with the items by now so you just take it out. You considered going with one that would match your skin tone but decided 'eh, screw it' and had it done in bright, well, cyan. It's a bit bigger and thicker than the last one, not by a huge amount but enough to be noticeable, and definitely firm enough when not worn that you could more easily use it as a proper dildo. Of course it's rather obvious by now that solo lovin' is not on the menu, and with one more excited glance exchanged you press your new removable dick into place, your mother doing the same with her pastel purple one.\n\nSince the bright blue dick was already fairly firm, its hardening up isn't quite as noticeable as the other one, but seemingly much faster, with it giving a lift and an actual shake in the air that makes you 'mmf' softly with the sudden rush of sensations. You wrap a hand around it and give a few strokes, and a soft moan escapes your lips. It's not that the feeling is so much stronger than with the first one, it's that it's more... varied, like the surface and even the deeper parts of the phallus are more sensitive, more responsive, overall making it just a bit more <i>intense</i> than the first printing. "W-wow..."\n\n"Yes... I think you were right to urge me to just buy new ones," your mother says rather breathlessly, her tits shaking a bit as she enthusiastically strokes her own detachable penis. Then, with a smile, she reaches over, gently nudging your own hand away and taking over stroking yours for you... and then making a surprised sound low in her throat. "It feels... good."\n\n"Y-yeah?" you murmur, eyes half-closed.\n\n"It's... hard to describe, but besides being warmer and more reactive it just... feels... very good to touch yours," your mother says, shivering delicately as she gives the shaft a squeeze. "It's not a particular feeling I can describe, it's just... <i>good</i>."\n\nDeciding to find out for yourself purely for reasons of science, you reach over to wrap your hands around your mother's easter egg colored phallus and immediately give another 'mmf'. "You're right... it's just like... like it feels so good on your skin, like it's warming up your nerves or something."\n\nThe two of you once more lock gazes. And then without a word she turns you around and bends you over the arm of a chair, hauling your ass up a bit before pushing into your already dripping pussy.\n\n"Oh <i>fuck</i>!" you blurt out, then giving a yip and jerking your hips as your mother, apparently instinctively, smacks you on your bare ass. Of course any motherly rebuke is a bit lessened by the fact that she's pushing her purple plastic prick into you, your own bright blue boystaff swaying beneath you a bit with your motions. "It feels soooo much better than the other one, holy shit! GYEEP!"\n\n"You feel so much better around me with this one," your mother pants, gripping your hip with her hand after she's spanked you again, wiggling her own hips as she sinks all the way in, spreading you open that much deeper and wider than the original. She starts just barely moving her hips, apparently reveling too much in the feel of your pussy around her as she moves, one hand staying on your hip and the other moving up to roam over your back. "Hnnnh... oh God, you feel so good," she repeats as her thrusts gradually start to pick up a bit more speed. Soon she's really fucking you, panting and moaning almost like an animal as she leans forward over your back, her big tits bouncing and swaying and your smaller ones jiggling beneath you. "Fuck, I'm getting addicted to teen pussy, fuuuuck!"\n\nSuch is your own pleasure that you can't even be mad at her hypocrisy over swearing in the midst of sex. Unlike the last one, which felt good in the simple way of being fucked with something good and hard and hot and throbbing, this one's just so much <i>more</i>. You can only guess that what the cocksmith meant by 'nerve transmission outward' is that you get some faint, generalized echo of the pleasure the other person is feeling whenever you touch it, and in this case the echo of the pleasure your mother feels at fucking your pussy is getting transmitted right into your own pussy and clit, which soon has your pussy spasming and your cyan cock spurting thick streamers of cum against the side of the chair.\n\nYour mother fucks you to two more of your own orgasms before she finally stuffs the detachable penis inside you and fills you up, that purple prick pulsing and pumping you full of thick warm goo, making you thrust your ass back against her and grind in as her orgasm sets off another one for you in more ways than one, a by now fairly sizable pool of faux cum dribbling its way down the side of the chair. (Distantly, you wonder how the detachable penises make so much in such a short time. ... Science, you guess.) You shiver a little as your mother pulls out, slumping in place a bit, then tucking a hand under your bright blue balls and dipping your fingers into yourself, swirling them a bit before bringing them to your lips and sucking them clean, tasting the mixture of your mom's pseudojizz and your own juices. ... Yup, cherry candy, your favorite flavor.\n\n"My my, you made a mess," your mother coos as you straighten up, kneeling down to slide the head of your faux cock into her mouth, giving a soft 'mmmm' that makes you shiver as she twirls her tongue around it and bobs her head a few times. Then she draws back, smiling. "It even feels good to suck on it... not to mention the chocolate flavor. You're going to be very popular, dear."\n\nThat sets all sorts of flights of fancy going off in your head, most of which get driven out for the here and now as your mother leans up and wraps her tits around your prick, starting to squeeze them and work them back and forth. "Mmmmm fuuuuuck," you moan, this time expecting (and enjoying) the little smack she gives you on your ass. "Does it feel good titfucking me too? Because it feels fucking amazing from here," you murmur, moaning as this time she gives your ass a good, hard squeeze with both hands instead of spanking you, before returning her hands to moving her breasts all over your removable fuckstick.\n\n"It does, your cock feels really good in Mommy's tits, baby," she coos back, grinning wickedly up at you as she starts working them more deliberately. She's clearly determined to work those big, soft, pillowy mounds all around you until she can get a taste of your cocoa-flavored cum more directly, even ducking her hand to wrap her lips around the tip, teasing with her tongue as she urges you along. And eventually both of you get exactly what you want... you get to cum from being milked by those big MILF mammaries, and she gets a hefty mouthful of chocolate-flavored pseudojizz.\n\nThen she lays back and, hesitating only briefly, grips and removes her own detachable penis, setting it aside. "Let's get that out of the way a bit, shall we?" she says teasingly, spreading and lifting her legs in invitation. She doesn't need to ask you twice, and you quickly settle on top of her again, enjoying the feeling of her mature, plush body underneath you and her bigger tits practically engulfing yours as you sink yourself into her pussy. Both of you moan loudly at that... to you it definitely feels way better than last time, the tightness and the sensations all the more nuanced and varied, and with how good it feels for you, well, her getting any part of that must feel amazing. Showing less restraint than she did, you almost immediately start fucking her with all the energy and eagerness your horny teenage body can muster, wrapping your arms around your legs and putting your entire supple young back into pounding her.\n\n"Oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck yes baby fuck me fuck me hard!" your mother cries out, her eyes actually rolling a little as you try to pound her into the floor, her pussy gushing just a bit around you with every thrust. "You're fucking me so much better than your father ever did, oh fuck, oh yes baby yes!"\n\nBetween that little ego stroke and the much more intense sensations provided by the current generation detachable penis, it's not long before you're cumming in your mother's pussy... but this time you just keep thrusting your hips right through it, not stopping in fucking her, even as the sound of your thrusts turns louder and lewder with the addition of you pumping and churning the pseudojizz up with your motions, determined not to stop until you add at least one more load to it.\n\nYou wind up adding three, at which point your mother looks like she's barely conscious from orgasms, panting and sweaty and with her eyes rolled up in her head, her body still twitching and shivering in aftershock orgasms as you pull back to reveal your work, her pussy gaped slightly open and completely covered in a mass of thick white goo. You lean down and start licking and sucking, since hey, it may not be your <i>favorite</i> flavor but you love chocolate well enough, all the more making your mother whimper and moan and cum again as you clean up your work.\n\nAfter that the two of you both need a rest, and a shower... and, separately, both taking an opportunity to try out the other function of your new toys, each of you slipping your own detachable penises into your pussies and, as it were, fucking yourselves under the spray of hot water.\n\nIt's about dinner time by then, so the two of you have something to eat... sitting at the table, naked. Your mother glances at her cellphone as she does, then notes wryly, "Well, I have several rather upset text messages from your father about the money out of our account. I'll deal with those eventually, I suppose... mmm... you know, Cyan, if I'm honest, I think I really am hooked on fucking you with that naughty thing... and, if I'm even more honest," she continues, brushing a fingertip along her lower lip. "I think I'd love to fuck more cute teenage pussies. Considering the extra quality these new cocks have... do you think maybe we could bring some more of your friends in on this?"\n\n<hr>\n[["Oooo, yeah!"|GGDP]]\n\n[["But I wanna fuck more MILFs!"|GGDP]]\n\n[["What, I'm not enough for you?"|GGDP]]

This is obviously the greatest gift a horny, single teenage girl has ever gotten... a dildo that also lets her try out having a cock! ... Admittedly it's actually not as good at being a dildo as it is at being a cock, but you'll manage.\n\nAnd for the next few weeks you manage quite a lot. After all you're home alone a lot during the day, you are as said a horny teenager, you put your new toy to a lot of use. And quite possibly get a <i>little</i> addicted to jerking off, now that it's an option for you. Of course that's not all you do... after the first few days. After that it gets kind of, well, normalized, and while you still wind up flopping in bed pretty regularly to use the toy (or trying it out a few other places), you also get back to your regular routine of gaming, watching anime, and even leaving the house on occasion.\n\nIt's on one of these occasions you return early in the afternoon and find your mother waiting in the living room. "Oh hey Mom what's... up..." you trail off, realizing that she's in the 'You've fucked up now' pose of arms folded and eyes narrowed as she stands there looking at you.\n\n"Cyan. We need to talk."\n\n'Wuh-oh.' "Uh... 'kaaay?"\n\n"I came home early today to let you know your father's going to be away for a few days, and when I took a look inside your room I found your... sex toy."\n\nYour jaw drops, for just a moment outrage overcoming your better sense. "You went through my drawers?! How could you!"\n\nYour mother's expression goes flat. "It wasn't in one of your drawers, it was sitting on the shelf in your shower."\n\n"... Oh." Oh, yeah. That's right. You jerked off with it in the shower before you went out today, cleaned it off, and... uh, just left it there apparently. Whoops.\n\n"Now I know it's normal for a girl your age to have... urges, and all that, but getting ahold of something like that means you lied, or used your credit card for an unapproved purchase, or more likely both," your mother says primly. "And I just can't support that kind of thing. So I'm confiscating it."\n\n"But-!"\n\n"No buts! I'm not going to punish you, but I won't have you... profiting... off of that sort of misbehavior!"\n\n<hr>\n[["..."|GGDP]]\n\n[["... It's not... really... a dildo?"|GGDP1x2]]\n\n[["... Well can I have one the 'right' way?"|GGDP]]

"I mean technically it's kind of, not actually... a dildo," you say awkwardly. "And I didn't lie or use my card to get it!"\n\n"... Explain," your mother says curtly, narrowing her eyes again.\n\n"Uh, well, it's a 'detachable penis'," you murmur, rubbing the back of your head. "It's some experimental new thing this lady here in town is working on, I saw her ad on Devilist offering a 'Detachable Penis, first printing' and thought it was for the single, but it was... that, and I just bought it with cash I had on hand. Um, basically, you put it on the front of your crotch and it, um... works. Kind of like the real thing."\n\nYour mother stares at you for long moments, then glances towards the stairs and her room, where she presumably has the thing stashed. Then she looks back at you. "You're serious?"\n\n"Y-yeah. I mean, that's why I had it in the shower. It'd be pretty hard to use it in there as it is, right? ... I probably shouldn't've said that bit," you add sheepishly as she eyes you.\n\n"I did think it was oddly..." Your mother trails off, blushing a bit, then clears her throat. "Nevertheless! You should have known that wasn't the kind of thing you're supposed to be buying at your age, especially from some stranger! The confiscation stands!"\n\nYou make a few more grumbly noises, but it's obvious that she's made up her mind on the matter and you can only imagine that arguing would be even more embarrassing and possibly lead to actual punishment. Best to just give up, at this point. Letting out a resigned "Fine!" you turn and head up to your room.\n\nEverything's a bit normal if slightly stiff for the rest of the afternoon and through dinner, while you try to turn over various options in your head, but are mostly still sulking over the whole matter. Later that night after you've changed into a tanktop and loose drawstring pants for bed, you leave your room and start towards the stairs intent on getting a soda, when you hear the door of your parents' room open and your mother hiss "Cyan!"\n\nBlinking, you turn, wondering if she's found something else to gripe at you about. But while she does look aggravated, she also looks rather flustered, her face pink where she's sticking just her head out of the barely opened door. Walking over, you eye her with concern. "Everything okay, Mom?"\n\n"I... I need to..." She squirms a bit in place. "... How do you take it <i>off</i>?" she hisses again.\n\nFor just a moment you stare at her blankly in lack of comprehension, before the obvious clicks. But just because this situation's too good to let it go without at least a little teasing, you plaster an innocent look on your face and say, "Take what off?"\n\n"You...! ... You know..." Your mother squirms some more... then sighs and opens the door just a bit more, showing that she's bent forward to poke her head out, her bare breasts hanging down, and visible down the valley of them jutting from her crotch is the black rubber detachable penis, wobbling in place and dripping a bit of what's probably lube as she squirms some more. "...... the thing."\n\nYup, the thing. Now feeling like you've gotten a bit back for your own embarrassment earlier, you start to just describe the proper technique for removing it, then hesitate just a second. Hm... you really could tease her a bit more about this, the opportunity to be the one in power over your parent doesn't come along every day. You glance down along the lines of her body visible in the dimness of the room, and for just a moment the image she presents, bent forward with her full breasts hanging down, that black rubber cock dangling from her crotch ready and dripping, puts a thought in your head that's decidedly more... lewd.\n\n<hr>\n[[Tell her how to remove it.|GGDP]]\n\n[[Tease her.|GGDP]]\n\n[[<i>Lewd</i>.|GGDP1x3]]

"It's kind of hard to just describe, I don't think you'd be able to get it right unless I showed you," you reply, somehow managing to keep your voice calm despite the utterly depraved thing you've decided to do. \n\n"Sh-... showed me?" your mother murmurs, biting her lower lip.\n\n"Yeah, you're gonna hafta come out here where I can show you how to do it."\n\nYour mother obviously hesitates at that, but after a moment sighs heavily and opens the door, straightening up and stepping into the doorway. She really is completely naked and a bit sweaty, her skin gleaming with a light dampness. You really have to appreciate how much she looks like an older, bustier you, just with longer hair and without the dyed tips. And, obviously, with that big black rubber phallus currently sticking out from the front of her crotch. "Alright, just... get it off of me."\n\n'I heard the first three words of that,' you think with a bit of a grin as you reach out, wrapping a hand around the slick, gleaming rubber shaft. Your mother gives a bit of a jump at the touch, but had obviously braced to expect it... then gives a loud gasp as you start stroking it, running your hand along it in smooth, practiced motions.\n\n"C-Cyan! What are you-?!"\n\n"This helps, trust me," you reply breezily, even as you feel yourself getting rapidly more and more turned on. You're thoroughly familiar by now with the feel of the detachable penis being all hot and throbbing and stiff when it's attached, but it's definitely a different experience doing it when it's attached to someone else... someone who's squirming in reaction, and gasping a bit, and who happens to be your mother. All the same, you <i>are</i> very familiar with this exact popoff cock's sensitive spots and what feels good, so you start twisting your hand a bit as you stroke, letting your fingertips brush along the little indent in the underside of the head at that part of the stroke.\n\n"Ohhh... mmmf, Cy-... Cyan... I really... mmmf, you are trying to remove it, right?" your mother manages to ask breathlessly after awhile of you just continuing to stroke and pump it, but there's just enough of a weakness in her voice that says you've got her just where you want her.\n\nSo for answer you sink to your knees in front of her and, discarding any pretense of actually trying to remove the thing, instead slide the head of it into your mouth. 'Ooo, strawberry-flavored lube, you and Dad have been having fun,' you think, smirking almost kittenishly up at your mother around the head of the rubber prick as she gives a much louder gasp than before and stares down at you with a mingling of horror and lust. You rest one hand on her hip and slide the other down the front of your pants, your fingers almost immediately soaked as you start slipping them along your dripping pussy.\n\nYou'd played at this a bit too, mostly for fun and for the sheer sex of getting to suck on something, but it was definitely a different experience when it was off of you and limp than it is now, all hot and throbbing and feeling real other than the slick, smooth texture of the rubber. And it's definitely a different experience to have every motion of your tongue, every suck you give and every little press of your lips making another person moan and quiver and whimper in pleasure... even moreso when that other person is your mom. The absolute taboo of it just excites you further, and before you even know it you're opening up your throat and taking it in, gulping it all the way down until your mom's smooth skin is pressing against your nose and those black rubber balls are pressing to your chin.\n\n"Cyan," your mother gasps. "Cyan, I'm... I'm gonna-"\n\nYou slide your head back, letting her faux-cock slide out of your mouth, and instead wrapping your hand around it to stroke as you play your tongue over the underside of the head, your mouth open wide. True to her word, your mother gives a little cry, the rubber cock jumping some in your hand with the first strong spurt of cum directly against the roof of your mouth. It dribbles down onto your tongue and... mmm, maybe it's just the situation, but that faint vanilla flavor tastes a lot sweeter right now. You milk the rest of her shots out of her, your fingertips working your clit to get yourself off to a nice little orgasm as well, your hips twitching towards your hand.\n\nBut you're not done by a long shot.\n\nStill with some of the thick goo in your mouth, you get to your feet and move in, kissing your mother before she can really start to protest or pull away. Almost instinctively she returns the attentions of your tongue, swirling it with yours amidst the warm, wicked goo of the pseudocum, smearing it all over each other's lips and mouth. You can feel her resistance melting away as you reach up and stroke the sides of her breasts, then give them a light squeeze before starting to knead gently. You know you have her when her own hands come up and, hesitantly at first but with more enthusiasm, grip your ass and start to knead it in return.\n\nBreaking the kiss, you urge her backwards through the doorway until she winds up toppling onto her back on the bed, tits jiggling and bouncing. Her eyes are a little glazed now, but the ratio of horror to lust in them has definitely changed a lot as she watches you quickly strip off your shirt and pants and climb up onto the bed with her. The warm, throbbing black rubber cock presses against your belly, your pussy almost dripping on its balls as you lean forward and roll your tongue around one of your mother's nipples, suckling on it for a few moments, urging more moans out of her and getting her to stroke your hips and squeeze your ass in return again. Then you slide forward and reach down, angling the detachable penis into position between your plumped-up pussylips.\n\n"Cyan... Cyan, we can't, it's-" your mother tries to protest with the last of her willpower.\n\n"But I wanna feel it inside me really bad," you pant back. "And don't you wanna feel what my pussy feels like?" \n\nThat definitely breaks her, and with a loud moan she urges you downward. Not that you need much urging, sliding your absolutely sodden cunt back onto that pulsating, living black rubber phallus, feeling it spread you open and slip inside you. It's completely different from when it's limp and unattached, feeling so much thicker and firmer and hotter inside you, making you cum a little before it's even halfway in. But you just keep going, sitting up as you get it all the way in, and without hesitation starting to ride, working yourself atop it in quick, eager strokes, panting and gasping loudly with each one. You rest your hands on your mother's tits, arching your back a little so that your own are presented for her viewing pleasure as they jiggle. Her hands squeeze your hips, gripping firmly and urging you on now, her own hips rising to meet your motions and fucking the seemingly alive toy up into your pussy, its black rubber balls slapping against you.\n\n"Fuck, fuck, the cock feels so good, Mom," you moan out, tossing your head a bit as you start bouncing even harder down on her, her broader hips driving you upward with every impact.\n\n"I'm gonna cum in you baby," she whimpers back. "Mommy's gonna cum in you!"\n\nYou both give nearly identical cries at nearly the same time, the gleaming artificial prick throbbing and shuddering inside you as it spurts another of those thick, warm, vanilla-flavored loads deep inside you, your pussy quivering and squeezing all around the length of it and trying to milk out every last drop, your body's deepest instincts yearning to be knocked up despite the impossibility of it. \n\nAfter a few moments you raise up off of the still-hard thing and allow it to drop out of your pussy, a splatter of the faux jizz sliding out of you and dribbling onto the black rubber as it hangs at an angle over your mother's belly. You flop down beside her, both of you panting and staring at the ceiling as you try to catch your breath and collect your wits. \n\nProbably as expected, you're the first one to do so... which means...\n\n<hr>\n[[... time to go again.|GGDP]]\n\n[[... time to take your turn.|GGDP1x4]]\n\n[[... time for blackmail.|GGDP]]

You check out the hotel, hmming thoughtfully. It's basically in the middle of nowhere, with little to do outside the hotel other than a handful of highly-rated local restaurants and little shops. A few towns of note are within about an hour's driving distance, but otherwise the ritzy hotel is the only real draw. A certain amount of isolation would certainly help on this little endeavor.\n\nYou take a glance at their rooms that are available within the next day or so. They do look quite nice, with large bathtubs and showers (which you can't help but notice certainly seem to have been designed with being sex-friendly in mind). Then you pause as you notice a particular vacancy, high up on the little building diagram. The honeymoon suite is open. Almost before you realize it you've clicked on the preview page. While most hotels simply use 'honeymoon suite' as a measure of size and luxury, this one definitely seems to have a distinct bridal theme to it. There's a lot of white satin, and even a mention of complimentary champagne, chocolate-covered strawberries, amenities, and... lingerie?! ... Oh my.\n\nYou glance towards the stairs, nibbling your lower lip. You're very, very tempted... though you can't help but wonder if taking Ken's virginity in such a lovey-dovey honeymoon suite wouldn't push this over the edge from a mother's duty to... something else.\n\n<hr>\n[[Regular room.|Marei]]\n\n[[Honeymoon Suite.|Marei11x2]]

Before yesterday, you probably wouldn't have thought twice about such a sight. Now the combination of dog cum and an older woman's pussy is way too much to resist. Telling the Shep "Stay" quietly but firmly, you settle to your knees and lean forward, indulging yourself with a few squeezes and kneads of that big, round ass before leaning forward to drag your tongue up her messy slit.\n\nYour mother moans softly at the feel of a tongue working over her puffy, engorged pussylips and then sliding inside her. "W-what... who is that?"\n\n"Mmm, Mom, your pussy tastes so good," you coo back, squeezing her ass firmly again as you try to work your tongue in deeper between the words. The shame and nervousness you had is rapidly fading away completely as you taste the mingled girlcum and dog cum on your tongue and feel the hot cunt that bore you around your tongue. "All this dog jizz, and it feels so nice..."\n\n"Cyan, no, no, you can't," your mother protests faintly, but the words are weak and threaded with moans, her hips jerking a bit towards you against her will.\n\nYou continue licking and sucking at your mother's pussy until from the pace of her breathing and the sound of her badly restrained moans she's just on the edge. Then you straighten up and give the German Shepherd's collar a tug, saying a cheerful "Hup!" like you heard Amarie do earlier. He quickly mounts your mother, and you hear her cry out as she cums the instant that big canine cock thrusts into her. Amarie steps in, leaning in to kiss the meeting of your shoulder and neck, making you shiver in delight as she whispers, "<b>Very</b> good girl," in your ear.\n\nMurmuring a bit to help you understand what she wants, Amarie guides you around in front of your mother, helping you squat down by bracing you, your head practically between her immense tits. Your dripping teenage pussy winds up directly in front of your mother's face, leaving her staring at it in shock for a moment before closing her eyes tightly and giving her head a weak shake. You coo at the dog fucking her, giving it a few pets and scratching around his ears... then doing the same for your mother, grinning as she shivers in humiliation and pleasure at the treatment. Then you grip her hair and pull her face forward against your pussy, working your hips to grind your sex against her lower face.\n\nShe holds out for a minute or so, but as the German Shepherd picks up the pace, fucking her hard enough to make her tits sway again, the fact that she's already moaning into your pussy and making you moan sweetly in turn obviously breaks her down. At first it's a few tentative little laps that could almost be on accident, then some slow, hesitant, exploratory rolls of her tongue. By the time the dog's knot starts slapping against the plump lips of her pussy she's eating you out with abandon, though her moans still betray a hint of humiliation and shame... but even that dissolves as she cries out into your pussy, cumming as she's knotted again, your own cry joining hers as you cum messily all over your mother's face.\n\nYou and Amarie pull away after a moment, with you leaning forward to fondle and play with your mother's tits as your mistress coaxes the dog into deflating his knot enough to slide out of the bound woman's pussy. Amarie moves to bring over another dog, a big black hound with an even bigger cock than the other two. She mmms as she strokes the glistening red spear, then uses her hands to spread your mother's asscheeks, revealing her pucker. "You ever been fucked in the ass, bitch?" she coos, squeezing and kneading the full, round buttocks.\n\n"N-no," your mother moans softly, trying to look over her shoulder in half fear, half anticipation.\n\n"Mmmm, you're gonna love having a big, fat puppy prick in your ass, Mom," you purr at her, squeezing her tits and making her moan as you watch Amarie spit directly on the virgin pucker. "It feels soooo good to be a bitch and have a big male dog use your holes, it's sooo good!"\n\nApparently she agrees, since as the hound mounts up and, with Amarie's guidance, thrusts forward into her rear hole, your mother gives a howl of undisguised pleasure, jerking back towards in eagerness to take it. After a moment you settle onto your back on the floor, sliding between her legs and those of the dog. You appreciate the view of the dog's heavy, black-furred balls slapping against your mother for a moment before you lean in closer and start eating your mother out, eagerly slurping and sucking at her pussy. Her even more exuberant cries are quickly muffled by Amarie bending over in front of her and pressing back against her face, working her hips to move her own generous buttocks around against your mother's head.\n\n"That's right, slurp my pussy, that's my good girl," Amarie encourages, reaching back with one gloved hand to grab a fistful of your mother's hair to help hold her head in place as she fucks back against your mother's tongue. She continues to use the same tone she would with a dog as she says, "Get your tongue deep in there, eat my ass too bitch, that's right, goooood girl, good <i>girl</i>!"\n\nThis time once the dog has knotted in your mother's ass and turned around to face away from her, Amarie lets him take his time, allowing him to dump the entirety of his load into your mother's rear hole while you eat her out. About fifteen minutes later you and Amarie switch positions, the huge-titted woman expertly eating your mother out while you hump her face and feel her tongue eagerly working your teenage cunt and tight young ass. By the time the dog's knot deflates enough for him to slip out, the next batch of studs has been readied into the cages. Grinning, Amarie undoes the chains holding your mother's cuffs to the cement block, and your mother placidly, almost eagerly allows herself to be led to a clear area. Amarie snags your collar and pulls you over as well, tugging you onto all fours face-to-face with your mother, allowing the two of you to kiss deeply, tongues swirling over one another as she leads the next pair of dogs over.\n\nYou moan eagerly into your mother's mouth as you finally get some of your addiction, dog cock slamming into your pussy just as it's slamming into hers. After that, it's another dog each for your pussy, then another string of two for both of you in the ass. The final dog is a big grey beast closer to the size of a small horse, and you and your mother writhe against each other beneath him, fingering each other's pussies and moaning as you gaze up at the massive vein-riddled red dog cock above you while Amarie strokes him off with gloved hands. She aims his cock as it begins spurting cum and just doesn't seem to stop, splattering enough to almost completely cover your face and your mother's, with plenty left over for both of your tits.\n\nAs you lick dog cum off of your mother's face and tongue and she does the same to you, you moan,\n\n<hr>\n[["I love you, Mom."|GGDog]]\n\n[["We're animals now."|GGDog]]

"Um. Yeah, sure, y'know, why not?" you manage to answer without too much stuttering. "If we're all just gonna be, y'know, casual and stuff."\n\n"Great!" Donny answers, standing up, Ronny doing the same thing on the other side of you. Both hook their thumbs into their shorts and push them down, over the fairly large bulges that have grown in the crotches, and then let them drop. In seconds, you've got both of their cocks waving around at eye-level, leaving you trying to stare in two different directions. They're hung like horses in both senses... not only are their shafts and balls -very- big, they're equine in shape, with a ring partway down and flat, blunt heads, something like a wrinkled sheath showing around the base of them, their balls heavy and leathery, and all of it quite black. Both brothers are about half-hard, you'd guess, from the way they make lazy arcs forward and down and wobble around so much as they move. You force your gaze forward so you're not staring at either of them, but that just affords you a view of Jonny squirming and hopping in place on the couch to get his shorts down and off without getting up first, his cock flopping out and laying in his lap like some black, blunt-headed pet python.\n\nIt seems like forever, but in truth it's only a few seconds before all of them are naked and seated again. You notice their expectant gazes, and swallow slightly before standing up, not giving any of them time to ask you if you'd rather not. You can be casual about it too, honest! To that end you force yourself not to hesitate about pulling off your shirt and dropping it aside, revealing the plain black sports-style bra you wear under it. Unbuttoning and unzipping your jeans, you push them and your panties down both at once, bending down to do so... and only at that moment realizing that means you're shaking your ass and bare pussy at Donny and Ronny.\n\nWhat's worse is that you now realize you forgot to take off your shoes and socks first. Momentarily flummoxed, you force yourself to think about what to do instead of the fact that both brothers are probably noticing just how wet your pussy is and that you're likely to start dripping down your thighs at any moment. Improvising, you let yourself fall backwards, flumping firmly onto the couch cushions and then shoving your shoes and socks off along with your jeans and panties. Squirming around, you feel the soft leather stick slightly on your skin, but it <i>is</i> pleasantly soft and cool. Once more trying to feign casualness, you pick up your beer and sip at it.\n\nAll three brothers grin at you, not bothering to hide some appreciative looks, before they begin chattering again. The talk helps the earlier feeling of ease and camaraderie return, and starting on your next beer doesn't hurt either. Gradually you relax again, taking part in the conversation again, more willing than ever to talk and expound on your private life and feelings. Of course, as things go on, you can't help but notice that all three brothers are gradually becoming more than a <i>little</i> hard like they were before. Those thick black horsecocks are rising higher and higher, growing even longer, jutting up out of their laps like flagpoles. None of them are saying anything about it, just talking like it was all perfectly normal, and somehow that just makes it even hotter.\n\nYou wind up staring at Donny's some, unable to help tracing the lines of the veins and inhuman-but-alluring shape with your eyes. It has to be at least, what... fourteen inches long? Sixteen? More? Is he even all the way hard? Good sense would say he's probably <i>too</i> big for someone of your size and inexperience, but good sense checked out at least two beers ago, and now all you can think about is how much you want to touch it... just for starters.\n\n<hr>\n[[Give in to temptation.|DRJ2x4]]\n\n[[Resist.|DRJ3x1]]

You know... your first (and only) honeymoon was back before your husband's career really took off, and it was at a decent-ish hotel on an okay-ish beach. It was still wonderful and you cherish the memories of it, but... you want to experience the full treatement at least once! That's how you excuse it to yourself as you select the option for the honeymoon package, selecting the checkboxes for the all-expenses treatment and filling in the fields with your measurements, sizes, and preferences (both in lingerie and for the food and liquor to be stocked in the suite), then buy a couple of plane tickets. You stand and head for the stairs, intending to tell Ken to pack a bit warm considering the resort's location, when you're interrupted by your cellphone ringing. Blinking at the number, you tap the answer button and bring it to your ear. "Yes, hello?"\n\n"Hello! This is Natasha with Golden Luxury Resort, is this Marei Nyugyu?"\n\n"It is. Is there some problem with my reservation?"\n\n"No ma'am, we have you booked in for the honeymoon suite and are already starting to prep it for your arrival! We hope you and your husband have a lovely time with us. I'm just calling because I think you may have made a typo when inputting the measurements for our complimentary bridal lingerie. You input the chest and bra size as-"\n\nYou suppress the urge to sigh while she reads them off. "No, those are correct."\n\n"Ah... ma'am, just so you know, we can't really replace those once they've been made up, so I understand you may want to have a bit of fun at our expense, but-"\n\nYou rub at your forehead, then pinch the bridge of your nose. "Is this phone number connected to an email account you can access?"\n\n"Yes?" comes the confused answer. You hold your phone out and switch it to selfie mode, getting your arm as straight out in front as you can to get your full torso in before clicking the photo and attaching it to a text to the currently in-use number. When you bring the phone back to your ear you can hear a bit of typing... then dead silence for a few moments. When Natasha's voice comes back on, it's a bit strangled. "I am deeply, deeply sorry ma'am. I'm going to go ahead and comp you a set of every option of lingerie we have and put those through on a rush order for you. They'll be ready at your check-in time. Thank you very much for staying with us and we look forward to seeing you, have a good day." \n\nYou can't help but smirk a little as you put your phone away. You do have trouble finding bras, after all, so that's nice.\n\nThe next day, you and Ken land and take the short cab ride out to the small town where the resort is located. It's getting into the evening when you arrive, and deciding to avoid any questions, you suggest that Ken go next door to the small pizza restaurant and get an order started for the two of you while you check in. Once he's inside you trot into the resort, wheeling your bag and his behind you. The girl behind the desk (Natasha, to judge by the way she tries to go pale and blush all at once at the sight of you, and seems to immediately know that you're here for the honeymoon suite) checks you in, going over your card before assuring you that the suite has been fully stocked, and they've also added a few extras that normally aren't available for the standard package, please have a lovely time (and don't post about this on social media, is the implication). You smile and ask her to have the bags taken up, then for the room to be put on 'do not disturb' until further notice before heading back next door, your son already munching on a slice of pizza by the time you sit down.\n\nOnce you and Ken have finished (with him devouring most of the pizza), you head back over. As hoped, Natasha has made herself scarce, the replacement too busy with another guest to even notice you as you and your teenage son head for the elevators. "Huh, you have to use your keycard just to activate the elevator?" he asks as you swipe yours and hit the button for the dedicated entrance to the honeymoon suite.\n\n"Oh, you know how hotels are about security these days," you answer breezily as the elevator begins to move. When it opens up you stroll out into the room, marveling at how good the thick, cream-colored carpet feels even with shoes on, and just reveling at how pretty and sleek and shiny it all looks.\n\n"Whaaa? What the heck's with this room?" Ken asks, obviously having expected something much more like the hotels you usually stay in. "It's kinda... frilly. And there's only one bed!"\n\n"Oh, I forgot to mention, there was a problem with our room, so they upgraded us to the honeymoon suite before we even got here," you answer, still playing it casual, even as his ears start to color. "It's a very big bed, though, I'm sure it will be fine."\n\nKen looks like he wants to protest the idea of sharing the honeymoon suite with his mother. Hm. Probably better decide on your next course of action.\n\n<hr>\n[[Ease into things.|Marei]]\n\n[[Loosen him up.|Marei]]\n\n[[Pounce.|Marei]]

"Hm, well, if you say so," you answer. It was, after all, Koliel's kindness that largely swayed your decision to join the group. Asking what room she's in, you then head upstairs and knock on the door. You hear a 'come in!' from within, and push open the door to step inside. "Hey, Koliel, it's m-" You blink, face going pink. "Er, sorry."\n\n"Hm?" Koliel looks up from the basin of water she's apparently been dipping the cloth she's rubbing behind her neck. She's gone from 'mostly naked' to 'all naked', her loincloth and other items all set atop the dresser next to the basin. Her dark brown hair, usually pulled up in a 'ducktail' in back, is currently loose and pulled to one side, teardrop-shaped breasts hanging down a bit from her slightly bent forward position. They also jiggle as she straightens up, dark red eyes sparkling. "Cyan! You decided to join us after all! Oh, come in, come in," she says, gesturing you further inside.\n\n"Yeah, I figured I'd stick with you guys, since you've been pretty good to me so far," you say a bit slowly as you hurriedly close the door after yourself. "Ah, did you want to get dressed, or...?"\n\n"I can if you like, but unless it really bothers you I'd rather not. Honestly I only wear anything at all out of a bit of a nod to the modesty most other races have, it's pretty uncommon to wear anything that isn't of pure utility back in the Springlands." She smiles and turns towards you, hands on her slim hips, apparently wanting to show just how little shame she has about her body... which you don't see why she should have any, you guess. Her boobs aren't super fantastically perfect like you might otherwise expect of an elf, but they are still <i>very</i> nice, and she doesn't seem to have any scars or markings other than the tattoo on her right upper arm. "So would you like to share the room? There's certainly space," she adds, gesturing around. You have to admit it's a pretty decent room for a pre-industrial society... not ultra-ritzy but fairly large and the bed's a decent size.\n\n"I was told you might like the company, yeah, so if it's okay with you?"\n\n"Of course." Koliel smiles, walking over to fold her arms around you in a hug. "I'm actually very happy, I was hoping I'd see you again."\n\n<hr>\n[[Hug her back.|GGMonk11x5]]\n\n[[Kiss her.|GGMonk]]

You're not quite entirely sure where the impulse comes from... some mixture of hating to see your mother so miserable and uncertain, the lusts that have been unleashed in you recently, and somewhere in the back of your head a vague thought of a way to prevent your entire life from being uprooted. But you quietly give Bran the command you've taught him to send him up to your room, waiting until the dog's disappeared up the stairs before you step in close to the couch. \n\n"Mm?" Your mother raises her head, eyes having a little trouble focusing on you as you draw in... then going wide as you place your lips not on her cheek as she might have expected, but right against her own. The shock clearly has her immobilized as you make it clear this is no quick brush, pressing your mouth firmly to hers and even dragging your tongue against her lips. Her glass thuds to the carpet as she finally brings her hands up to push on her shoulders. "Cyan!"\n\n"Ssshhh," you coo softly, pushing back in since she seems to be putting only token effort into holding you back, once again pressing your lips to hers. You push your tongue into her mouth, still feeling her mostly immobile with shock even as you stroke around her own tongue with yours. Your hands come up to her breasts, cupping them through her blouse... feels like she already discarded her bra at some point when she started drinking, to judge by the feel... and that you get a clear sense of her nipples going stiff under your palms. You break the kiss after a few moments, trailing more of them down her chin and jaw towards her neck.\n\n"What's gotten into you?" your mother half-moans, half-groans as you continue to fondle her and kiss at her throat, a shudder running through her body as she gives another halfhearted shove against your shoulders.\n\n"Relax, Mom," you urge gently even as you move to start unbuttoning her blouse completely. "I just wanna show you how much I love you and make you feel better." As you assure her of your love, you slide your hands into her blouse, pushing it open and scooping beneath her tits, hefting them out... then ducking your head and swirling your tongue around one puffy areola before sucking it into your mouth, teasing at the stiff nub further with your tongue.\n\n"Mmmf!" Your mother's back arches some and her hands squeeze on your shoulders in a way that says your father may not have been entirely attending to her needs even before he went on his business trip. She gasps loudly, the sound turning into a moan as you tease at her other nipple with your fingers and gently knead her breast. "We... we can't, this is wrong," she insists, though her tone of protest is growing noticeably more feeble even as she says it. "It's... wrong," she repeats, even as she sucks in a hard breath as you move your head to flick your tongue up and down over her other nipple as well.\n\n"Maybe I just have broad horizons about doing what feels good even if everyone else says it's wrong," you coo, leaning up to kiss the confused curl of her mouth and distract her from thinking about it too much, gently kneading her tits with both hands now.\n\n"Mmf... but..."\n\n"I mean, you love me, don't you, Mom?" you ask sincerely, looking into her eyes, so nearly identical to yours.\n\n"Of course," she breathes, almost moaning as she does.\n\n"Mm, and I love you too... so let me show you how much I love you, and just stop thinking about Dad for right now," you urge, ducking your head in to resume kissing and lapping gently at her throat as you give her tits the same sort of loving attention you'd give your own... there's just quite a bit more to give attention to, of course.\n\nYour mother lets out another soft, low moan with just the faintest hint of protest... before her hands slide away from your shoulders and drop to her sides, clearly out of any further resistance. Smiling, you drop your head down and once more resume kissing and suckling at her nipples, unable to help being amused at thinking about how history repeats itself. You take a moment to undo your jeans and wiggle out of them, sliding them over your bare ass and off before you kneel down, starting to undo your mother's pants now. She looks down at you with eyes glazed with booze and lust, uncertainty still written all over her face as you hook your fingers into both her pants and panties... but she still raises her ass up and lets you pull them down, revealing her own well-trimmed and obviously thoroughly wet pussy to the low light. Whatever lingering trepidations she seems to have melt away in a loud moan as she closes her eyes and leans her head back when you apply your mouth to her puffy, damp folds, tongue rolling and stroking between them in between kisses and sucks to the outer lips themselves.\n\nIt's not like you have a lot of practice at this, but between knowing what feels good to you and a near complete lack of shame from your weeks of reveling in pleasures considered forbidden, you're making do. Your mother seems to have no arguments with your performance, at least, from how loud she's moaning and the little surprised gasps she's letting out. "Oh God, oh fuck, Cyan, oh fuck," she whimpers, one hand briefly hooking behind your head and pressing you further against her pussy as she arches her back and shakes her shoulders, tits wobbling in the air. Still moaning and panting, she unbuttons the last few remaining fasteners of her blouse and shrugs out of it, tossing it aside and starting to knead her own tits, teeth worrying her lower lip gently. "Oh fuck, baby your tongue feels so good, fuck...!"\n\n"Mm, yeah, you like it?" you coo up at her, sliding two fingers into her pussy, pumping and twisting them slowly as you focus your tongue and lips on her clit. From the hard, shuddery, sudden breath she gasps in and the way her pussy flutters and clenches around your probing digits, you'd guess so. You continue flicking your tongue up and down rhythmically over her clit as you slowly, thoroughly finger-fuck her, shaking your bare ass in the air enticingly, half out of habit of urging a dog to leap up onto it, half hoping your mother grows to enjoy the view\n\nYou work her to what you think are at least two more orgasms before you lean up to kiss her again, your lips and tongue this time heavily smeared with her own juices. There's just the faintest resistance in the first kiss, but after the briefest pull back and then pressing in again, your mother returns your kiss passionately, her tongue swirling around yours, eagerly licking her pussy nectar off of you. The next break in the kiss is so that she can pull your t-shirt up and off, her hands finding your tits as this time she comes in to kiss you, both of you fondling each other, her hands eventually sliding down to grip and squeeze your ass. Her head slowly migrates down, trailing kisses as she goes until she's returning the favor of sucking at your nipples, gradually developing the same passionate enthusiasm you had when going after hers. Maybe even building on it, since soon she raises her head back up, whispering in your ear in a tone that sends a hard, eager shiver through your body, "I want to lick your pussy, sweetheart."\n\nAnd soon she's doing just that, laying on her back on the couch with her hands on your hips as you straddle her face, leaned forward to rest your hands on the arm of the couch. "Mmm, fuck, oh fuck, Mom," you groan, bucking your hips as she absolutely goes to town on you just as much as you did her. "Oh, oh fuck Mom, fuck, mmmn, mmmn!" you whimper, unashamedly grinding your cunt against her eager, attentive mouth and tongue. Her hands slide around to grip and squeeze your ass again, and you let out a yelp of mingled surprise and pleasure when she swats you a fairly good spank, making you jerk your hips forward against her tongue as you cum.\n\nThe two of you spend the next several hours on the couch, licking, fingering, and fondling each other, moaning into one another's mouths as you kiss and run your hands over each other's bodies. Eventually overwhelmed, you find yourself slumping onto the couch at one point and easing into sleep, your body pleasantly tingling with your first human-on-human sex... with your mother.\n\nYou're awoken in the morning by a tongue lapping at your face... a non-human one anyway. "Mmf!" You shake your head and sit up, then reach out to ruffle Bran's head. "Sorry, sorry boy," you murmur, glancing outside... looks like it's fairly early morning. You stand up and head for the back door, still naked, and notice as you let him out that he pauses and wags his tail expectantly, his cock poking out of his sheath a little. "Not now, okay?" you whisper to him... his ears flop a little, but apparently he understands that despite you being naked it's not playtime, since he heads on out into the yard.\n\nAs you close the door behind him, your mother comes downstairs, fully dressed. Her face is a bit of a mask, hard to read as she looks at you, though the color on her cheeks shows she definitely remembers anything. "Good morning, dear," she says, a little guardedly, as if afraid you might take the opening to pounce her again.\n\n"Morning," you say, only a little sheepishly... though you can't help but grin.\n\n"I... think I need to take a little time to think about what happened last night," she says slowly, tongue flicking over her lips. "So I think I'll go out for the day... try to get my thoughts organized. Perhaps... you should do the same."\n\n"Ah, sure," you acknowledge, bobbing your head. You guess it is a fairly big deal and all.\n\nShe turns towards the door and starts to walk towards it, then hesitates and turns back towards you. "... I'll call around lunchtime, I suppose, but... while I'm thinking, to help me understand... what... well, what are you thinking right now?"\n\n<hr>\n[[That you love her and want to be with her.|GGDog]]\n\n[[That you enjoyed making her happy.|GGDog]]\n\n[[That it was a lot of wicked, deviant fun.|GGDog]]

You pull yourself back a little, taking a few deep breaths. Self control, self control. If you can't exercise some self control, you'll wind up getting caught, and probably sooner rather than later. Someone could walk in and-\n\nWait, crap, that's right. Your dad is due back today! In fact if you recall, he's due home right about this time. Whew, that could have been... bad. You focus yourself, then pat your thigh. "C'mere, Bran, heel. I'll show you around." You grin as the dog immediately comes trotting over, a big puppy grin on his face as he looks up at you and loyally follows you through the house. You doubt he gets much out of the tour or your explanations of the various rooms, but you think it's a nice bonding experience. Afterwards you head out into the back yard to show him around a bit out there, and to play some fetch.\n\nEventually you pause in playing with the dog as your text tone goes off, a quick check of your phone showing a text from your father: 'Trip extended, details soon, love you.' On the one hand, you're a little depressed that you won't be seeing your father again today as planned, but, well, on the other it does make things a lot more convenient for you. You eye Bran thoughtfully as he wags his tail and bumps up against your leg lightly in encouragement to throw his ball again. Then you check the time... no, it's now too close to when your mother might be home. Better wait until tomorrow.\n\nYour mother does eventually arrive home, in a rather sour mood, though you can guess why. At first she's a little huffy on being introduced to Bran, but does seem to eventually cheer up a bit at seeing how sweet and personable the dog actually is, even stepping outside to play fetch with him for awhile herself. You guess dogs really are good for reducing stress. Pizza is apparently also good for stress, since your mother decides on that for dinner again, and downs a few beers with hers. Not her usual, but it does result in her retiring to bed a bit earlier than typical, which works out for you.\n\nYou'd already dressed for bed in the typical pajama pants and tanktop, and once you've assured yourself that the light is off in your mother's bedroom, you close the door to your room firmly and turn off your lights as well, flopping into bed before patting the mattress and whispering, "C'mere, boy!" Bran quirks his ears a bit, then leaps up onto the bed with you, watching with apparent interest as you wiggle out of your pajama pants. You might not be able to quite risk fucking him with your mother in the house, but something a bit easier to disengage from shoulde be manageable. You gently urge him into rolling into his back and staying there, then move to straddle him, starting to rub and tease at his sheath. Soon his cock is slipping out, red and shining and apparently quite nicely-sized, making you moan softly in eagerness as you slide your lips over it and start bobbing your head lightly, feeling it slide further into your mouth as he unsheaths.\n\nYou jump just a little and give a muffled noise of surprise around Bran's cock when his tongue begins lapping at your dripping pussy, the broad, flat thing sliding over your dripping folds purposefully. You hadn't really been expecting that when you got into this position, it just seemed the most convenient way to suck him off without letting him mount your face! But apparently he's such a good dog he intends this to be an actual sixty-nine, and you're hardly going to dissuade him! Just being able to get your hands (and mouth) on a dog cock again after a long week without had already had your pussy practically quivering, it doesn't take many licks from Bran to make you cum. He gets you off several times while you continue bobbing your head along his glistening red length, gently squeezing at his knot as he finally spills his load into your throat. After that you roll off of him, letting him get back onto his belly before redonning your pajama pants and snuggling up to him, the both of you curled up together.\n\nIn the morning your mother lingers about the house a bit longer than usual, so you go ahead and get dressed to have breakfast with her, Bran on his best behavior and staying back from the table so as not to give even the appearance of begging. Of course, once your mother's left for the day, you wait just long enough to be sure she won't turn back if she realizes she's forgotten something, then whistle for Bran and hurry up to your room. Hauling off your t-shirt to bare your tits, you settle down on your knees and give him a few kisses on the muzzle, allowing his return licks to slip into your mouth. Then you hurriedly squirm out of your jeans and panties, settling onto all fours and wiggling your ass (and your dripping pussy) at him, his ears perking in apparent delight. "C'mon, boy, mount up!"\n\nYou apparently don't need to tell him twice, Bran quickly leaping forward and onto your naked body, forelegs wrapping around your middle. He gives a few thrusts before finding your pussy and driving forward, with you moaning eagerly and rolling your eyes as you finally get dog-fucked again after all your waiting, work, and planning. You let your tongue loll out and orgasm repeatedly and without shame as Bran fucks you, his soft panting rushing over your ear, his tongue flicking against your ear and hair occasionally in affectionate licks. The fact that over the last 24 hours you've grown to absolutely adore him just makes it better and has your pussy spasming around his glistening canine cock, sucking it into you, encouraging him once he finally stuffs his knot inside and begins flooding you with his load.\n\nYou get plenty of chances to fuck him over the next week, though you try to limit it to the mornings most times, giving yourself a decent buffer of time so as not to get caught. Besides, it's a good chance to train the self control of your dog and, well, yourself, making sure he won't just pounce on you whenever he gets horny. You do notice your mother seems to be in a bad mood most of the time lately, but she neither takes it out on you nor shares what it is, so you decide to mind your own business.\n\nOne evening you're returning a bit late, having had a nice long run in the dog park with Bran (and having been tempted to revisit the little 'meeting spot' where you were first shown your dogslut-y ways, but ultimately deciding against), and expecting a bit of a scolding from your mother for not only being home after dinner time but having forgotten to text. Instead you find her slumped on the couch, and blink a bit at the bottle of vodka sitting on the coffee table and the glass in her hand. "Er, Mom, is everything okay?" you ask as you unclip Bran's leash.\n\n"... Your father's temporary holdover at the branch office after his convention visit has turned into a permanent reassignment," your mother says after a few moments of silence, sighing before she takes another sip from her glass. You're not a good judge but it looks like she's already fairly drunk, though not sloppy or angry. "We have to pack up and join him in Japan by the end of the week or they won't pay for it." She pauses, then adds a little darkly, "<i>If</i> we go to join him," before she takes another drink.\n\nYou stare at her as your brain tries to process everything. Well, that must be why the mood, it must have been becoming more obvious by the day that your dad wouldn't be coming home, and that he would be expecting you and your mother to drop your own lives and move to another country. Oh no, another country... the whole reason Bran was surrendered to the shelter was to avoid putting him through the awful quarantine conditions involved in moving a pet between continents. You'd have to leave him behind if you moved!\n\nYour brain almost instantly starts churning out alternatives, both conventional and... not so much. Perhaps it's your broadened horizons or the thrill you've learned to take from doing taboo things, but several of your ideas for solutions are, shall we say, unconventional. Your better sense says you should probably just accept the fact that you're moving to Japan and take Bran back to the shelter, but...\n\n<hr>\n[[Comfort your mother and accept moving.|GGDog]]\n\n[[Comfort your mother and urge her to bed.|GGDog]]\n\n[[Comfort your mother... with Bran's cock.|GGDog18x1]]\n\n[[Seduce your mother.|GGDog1x11]]

You decide you have no real philosophical objections to making better soldiers... after all, the wars still get fought anyway, may as well make it so that they can be fought a bit better and be over faster. And more people surviving is always a good thing, right? You decide to take the job with Thunderstrike, and begin packing up your apartment for your move to their facility in Canada.\n\nYou arrive at the airport and go the rest of the way by literal armored transport... well, it does have plenty of room in the back for all your things, after all. The nearest town is over 100 miles away, and the nearest town from <i>that</i> is over 250 miles away. You're not exactly going to be zipping into Toronto every weekend for the restaurants, but then you don't usually do that sort of thing anyway. If you're honest, living and working in the same place and away from the distractions of civilization suits you pretty well.\n\nOn your arrival at the base, you're greeted by a pretty younger woman with her blonde hair pulled back in a ponytail. She smiles and offers her hand. "Hello there, doctor. My name's Samantha Aron, but you can just call me Sam. I was the one who contacted you about this job, and I've been assigned as your personal assistant."\n\n"It's nice to meet you, Sam," you reply, shaking her hand. "Tell me, are you my personal assistant, or my lab assistant?"\n\n"A little of both. I don't actually have a PhD, but I do have an engineering degree and a good memory, so I've learned a lot about what goes into these projects. I'm willing to assist you however I can, including being a test subject should the need arise."\n\nYou raise an eyebrow. "That displays a remarkable amount of trust, I think. You don't even know me, but you're willing to be a guinea pig for my projects? I'm not even sure that's ethical."\n\n"There is no innovation without risk, and I'm as willing to risk myself in the lab as I am on the battlefield. From what I've read about you, I doubt you'll endanger my life unnecessarily, so I'm willing to extend my trust."\n\n"I'm not sure if that will ever be truly necessary, but thank you." \n\n"Now, doctor, if you'll come this way. I'll show you to your rooms and then I'm supposed to give you a briefing on the current projects we've got underway here. You've been approved to join any of them you like, or even to start your own project if you'd prefer."\n\nYour rooms are a tad on the "functional" side, but you suspect it will seem a little better once you have all your own things unpacked (and maybe do a little ordering from Amazon). Sam shows you how the biometric activation works, then leads you down a few hallways to a presentation room. You settle in as she begins showing you a somewhat bare-bones powerpoint presentation.\n\n"First off there's the project codenamed [[Shango|TSplaceholder]]. In essence it's about making soldiers stronger, healthier, and more self-reliant. Mostly it's focused on gene therapy and genetic recombination."\n\n"Then there's project [[Thor|TSplaceholder]]. It's more a strictly engineering project, focused on the creation of powerful but preferably nonlethal weapons. I know it's not really in your field of specialty, but sometimes a new perspective is really helpful."\n\n"Project [[Lei Gong|TSplaceholder]] is focused on our PsyOps division. It's an attempt to create telepathic abilities such as mindreading by artificial means. We've had enough small successes to show that it's possible, we just haven't made it reliable or useful yet."\n\n"We've been working on project [[Taranis|TSplaceholder]] for quite awhile now. We're trying to develop things like powered armor and reactive weapons, but the problem keeps coming back to the man-machine interface. We're hoping a skilled biologist like you can help crack that."\n\n"Finally, there's project [[Raiden|TSplaceholder]], which is our cybernetics division. Cybernetics has been proceeding slowly but steadily as a science... we're hoping that by making machines act more like biological organisms, you can push them over the edge and not only return wounded warriors to the battlefield, but make them more combat effective than ever."\n\n"Of course, if none of those appeals to you, as I said you've been authorized to begin your own project, utilizing any data from the others that you care to. The next codename available is already on the list, so it would be called project [[Susanoo|TSplaceholder]]."

-Update 1-\n* <b>Main:</b> After giving the Slowburn aphrodisiac time to work, Eric can now check [[outside|RanDeb1x9]] for Ranma. He can also choose [[transformations|RanDeb1x6]] when messing with the potions.\n* <b>Main:</b> Layla can now tell Sita to [[dream on|MeanSita1x1]] when she offers to get along.\n-Update 2-\n* Eric can now join in after discovering where Ranma's gotten to on the Slowburn.\n* <b>Main</b>: Amanda can now spend her summer [[hanging out with friends|SweetKidStart]].\n* <b>Main:</b> Cyan can [[know better|GGHH29x4]] than to just let Cybil out.\n* Eric can also check Akane's room for the slowburn'd Ranma.\n* <b>Main:</b> When trapped in the log by the alligator gar, fairy Eric can wish for [[power|MiniEric2x2]].\n* <b>Main:</b> Cyantaur can [[intervene|GGCentaur7x1]] when she notices Amana getting tempted.\n* <b>Main:</b> Ranma can now ask the devil what the [[worst curse he thinks Ranma has|FRanX31x1]] is.

This is some world-class bullshit, but if you've got a choice, frankly you'd prefer indentured servitude to class. You suppose at the very best it might actually turn out to be interesting and even lead to a real career, but you're not hopeful. You can't remember the last time you heard an adult say 'Oh yeah my unpaid internship really lead to great things for me'. You can't recall any of them saying that about actual classes in high school either, come to think about it, despite pretty much all of them insisting it's necessary.\n\nYou lean forward again and click open the attached document for the list of companies that have probably bribed the school board for a little extra unpaid labor. ... Hm. Okay, unfortunately at least a couple of these sound actually maybe kind of interesting. Or at least tolerable. You're sure you're likely to wind up just sweeping the floors or maybe doing data entry if you're lucky, but one or two of these might not be so bad.\n\n[[PASS Inc.|GGClass2x2]] - Apparently it stands for 'Practical Applied Science Solutions', as in their testing and development is based on finding genuine uses for things rather than just pure theorycrafting. Dunno, does sound kind of interesting, if you're honest.

Really, one's a sample, but two is stealing, right? Or something. Whatever, it makes you feel better about sneaking some if you're practicing restraint. You slip the little chocolate orb out of the case and quickly pop it into your mouth, biting down.\n\nHm! These definitely must be different, you think, because though at first there's that same crunch you get from the dried-out malt of the usual thing, the moment it touches your tongue the stuff literally melts in your mouth, smoothing around and coating it, even seeming to expand a bit. You crunch through the little bits still covered by the chocolate, feeling the stuff melt further, mingling with the chocolate as well. 'Really does taste like milk too, that high-end stuff in the bottle that we got once,' you muse as you swallow the last of it.\n\nYou're just considering actually using the scoop to buy a bunch of them when you feel a heat growing in your chest... well, not your chest, you realize, but specifically your breasts. You give a soft 'mmf' as your nipples stiffen up until the pressure is almost painful... but that pressure is spreading through the rest of your breasts. "The heck?" you grunt aloud, before giving a yelp as your breasts suddenly expand in a short, quick bursts, your shirt getting pulled up your midriff as the fabric stretches further over your chest, your tits jiggling lightly just from the speed of growing a cup size in less than a second. "Fuck!" you yelp as you see that they're still growing, just more slowly and steadily now, your nipples growing thicker and longer beneath the black fabric.\n\n"Oh dear, someone sampled the candy~," comes a sing-song voice from the front.\n\nThere's just a bit of fear of authority that shoots through you, but is rapidly replaced by concern for your current situation. Your tits don't seem to be slowing down, and that feeling of being tight and having a great deal of pressure pushing on them from inside is only growing. You raise your hands, but stop as you realize you have no idea what to do with them, just staring down at your breasts as they quickly grow larger than your head with no signs of stopping. Your shirt keeps stretching out, until it's drawing up over the undersides of your ever heavier tits. Eventually it gives up and half-tears, half pops up over them, spilling your massive mammaries free and letting them wobble... with an almost audible sloshing sound. The motion is enough to make you stagger a little, sticking your hands out for balance... then teetering as they give another sudden quick expansion outward, making you yelp again as you topple forward.\n\nYou strike right on your tits, expecting it to hurt, and there's some of that especially with how tense and tight they'd been feeling... but the impact also causes heavy gushes of milk to squirt out from your now several inches long nipples, flying through the air to splatter on the tile of the floor. Even that slight lessening of the pressure is enough to make you moan loudly in a bit of relief so strong it can only be called pleasure, your body shuddering a little. You try to stand, but your steadily larger... and now, it's obvious to you, more full... breasts are too heavy and unwieldy for you to find the proper leverage. Instead they just keep growing, and growing, gradually lifting you further off the floor. Now almost frantic to further relieve the pressure, you begin pressing on them and rubbing them, encouraging more milk to spurt out, further making yourself moan. You're practically lifted into a standing position... or rather, mostly bent-over position as your tits get bigger and bigger, your panties and the crotch of your jeans gradually becoming soaked through even from the bits of milk you're able to urge out of yourself. By the time they finally stop, the toes of your sneakers are barely touching the ground, and there's a small, steady trickle of milk dribbling from your six-inch nipples.\n\n"Somebody got into my MILK Duds, hm?" a woman's voice says from behind you, though you can't quite crane your head properly to see her from this angle... you find it hard to look away from the giant orbs of your tits resting on the tile floor in front of you anyway. "Well this is what happens when you 'sample' rather than buying or asking to try, you get way more than you bargained for."\n\n"Nnnh... ah, p-please, I'm sorry..." you whimper. "I'm sorry, just... just milk me, please... please, milk me, I need to be milked so bad, please..."\n\n"Wellllllll... alright! But first, I think I'm going to enjoy myself, since you've put yourself in such a nice position for me," the voice coos. You can feel hands working the button and zipper of your jeans, hauling them and your panties down and off your legs along with your boots, leaving you naked in the middle of the store, balanced atop your enlarged boobs. You feel hands gripping your waist, and then moan loudly as a long, fat cock pushes into your dripping pussy and starts to pump into you. "Mmmm, there, that's nice, a little restitution for the extra stress and effort I'm going to have to go to because of you," the cock's owner practically purrs as they begin pumping into you, each thrust pushing you forward against your huge tits, your body pressing into them and causing milk to squirt forward.\n\n"Nnh, nnh, ah, ah!" Your eyes roll in a combination of the pleasure of being fucked, but it's almost overwhelmed by the relief-pleasure of getting even that much more milk out, your pussy trembling and squirting around the pumping prick stroking into it. "P-please, yes, fuck me all you want, just milk me, milk me, mmm, nnh, milk me, milk me," you plead and moan, your increasingly slutty noises mingling with your pleas as your mind is steadily overwhelmed. "Nnh, ah, milk me, annh, milk mmmm, milk, milk, milk, milk!" you babble, even as that cock thrusts into you and throbs hard.\n\n"Ahhhh... alright, alright, my little life support system for tits, I'll milk you... and make sure to give you lots more 'milk' too, for a long, long time~!"\n\n<hr>\n[[Game Over.|GGCandy1bxEnd]]

The chickens don't seem too afraid of the fireworks going off overhead, but maybe a much louder, closer sound will chase them off. Unholstering the gun at your side, you pre-flinch some as you point it skyward, having to steel your courage for several moments before pulling the trigger. You hope the sound scares the chickens, because it certainly scares you!\n\nUnfortunately, neither of the chickens even stops in their mad, rapid thrusting, although they do start screeching, letting out clucking wails and yowls that sound both strange and, well, distinctly chicken-like. 'W-what are they doing?!' you think.\n\nThen your eyes widen as an absolute horde of chickens come spilling around the corner of the house like a feathery miniature tidal wave, all clucking rapidfire in a distinctly aggressive tone as they come right at you. Even as part of your brain says the image should be ridiculous, the rest of you is reacting in pure lizard fear instinct as you scramble backwards, screaming and firing repeatedly into the oncoming mass, feathers and even spurts of blood flying but the whole seeming undeterred as it bears down on you.\n\nChickens swarm over you like a colony of ants over a cricket, pecking and biting. You thrash and wail, dropping the gun, desperately and mindlessly pleading that you're sorry even as the tongue is plucked from your mouth with quick efficient darts of tiny little evolved dinosaur heads. In less than a few seconds the wave of chickens has finished passing over you, and your thoroughly-cleaned skeleton clatters to the ground, still largely in order even as it splays out in the dirt, the eyeless sockets of your skull coming to rest on the original victim of the chickens' ire, sightlessly watching as the other chickens line up to wait for their turn to help fuck her to death.\n\nAt least watching what happened to you seems to have driven her insane so that she's not so horrified, to judge by her unhinged laughter and the way she starts shaking her hips.\n\n<hr>\n[[Game Over.|HolJuly2axEnd2]]

Camping seems a good idea. Get back to nature and then do what comes naturally, you think with a grin as you browse the site. It looks like there are two options. One is to bring your own camping equipment and completely rough it out in a fairly large section of the forest, which would certainly give you a much wider variety of spots to get completely away from civilization before violating one of its tenets by having your son fuck you. Or, you can rent a 'historic' cabin... which, since it lists 'basic amenities' as part of its features, means that it has electric lights and indoor plumbing but not a whole lot else. Still, probably less worrying about insects and rain while you're trying to seduce your offspring, so there's that.\n\n<hr>\n[[Tent.|Marei]]\n\n[[Cabin.|Marei]]

"Let's take a spontaneous little trip together," you suggest with a bright smile, leaning back a little and ruffling his hair. "A mini-vacation, just you and me." \n\nHe blinks, but perks up a bit, obviously excited at the idea of something so unplanned. "Okay, where to?"\n\n"Not sure yet." You ruffle his hair, then stroke down the back of his head and neck, making him shiver just a little. "Tell you what, go grab your bag and start packing basic essentials for a week, here in a few minutes I'll call up to tell you what else to pack."\n\n"Okay, sure!" he hops up and zips upstairs, perhaps putting your behavior down to being excited about the trip. And certainly you are by this point, though you're mostly excited by getting him somewhere you can have him all to yourself for an extended period without any nosey busybodies just over the fence.\n\nSitting down at your desk, you open your laptop and start browsing through various sites and email offers you've gotten. Price isn't particularly an object... your husband left you very well-off, and even if this got expensive, making sure Ken's, ah, 'marital training' goes well is definitely worth dipping into the emergency fund a little bit if necessary.\n\nHm, let's see, one of the most obvious ways to get away from it all would be to go [[camping|Marei9x3]] out in the great northwest somewhere. There are various campgrounds that are highly rated and commented on for having miles and miles of open territory between camping grounds or cabin lots. That's a lot of wild country to assure a barrier from prying eyes while you're busy taking your son's virginity and teaching him to be a man.\n\nOf course the exact opposite of that would be a [[beach resort|Marei10x1]]. You find one that's rated very highly on discretion and openness, though it's for adults and couples only. Well, that wouldn't be very hard to get around... Ken already has your last name, and you know just who to talk to for fake identification. (You may have been a goody-two-shoes all your life but that doesn't mean you don't know some baddy-no-shoes.)\n\nLet's see, you also have an offer from a brand new [[luxury hotel|Marei11x1]]. It's not anywhere particularly interesting, but you like the list of services, and the early reviews all talk about how quiet it is in the rooms. That likely means solid construction and good soundproofing, so no one in any adjoining rooms will hear your son moaning as he pounds your pussy. Good thought.\n\nOr, well, there's always a [[theme park|Marei]]. Not exactly the most adult destination, but it would probably be the most fun for Ken. Let him have a last good childhood hurrah in the midst of his transition to manhood. You admit you kind of like the idea of that... roller coasters and cotton candy during the day, you bouncing on his cock at night.

Hm. It might be better to ease into this, don't want to spook him. Besides, it will be even more of a confidence booster if he feels that he was just so handsome and manly that his own mother couldn't keep her hands off him. (Which... is sort of true, you suppose.) Smiling and letting it take on just a bit of a sultry tone, you move over to his chair, leaning forward some. Your breasts press against the back of his head, squooshing just a bit around the sides but still held in place by your shirt. You run your hands along his shoulders and then down over his chest a bit, simple affectionate gestures, but the press of your tits and the slight slowness of the stroking soon has him blushing and squirming in his seat. "I don't want you to just go running off today," you murmur warmly. "We should spend some time together this summer."\n\n"Um, okay, sure," he answers, obviously fighting not to squirm more as you run your hands along his upper arms. "What'd you have in mind?"\n\n<hr>\n[[Swimming.|Marei13x1]]\n\n[[Shopping.|Marei12x1]]\n\n[[Short vacation.|Marei9x2]]

You'll talk to Dean, or at least start with him. You decide that maybe talking about dick-related matters might be a tad less embarrassing to someone who has one themselves.\n\nYou do a bit of texting to make sure the coast is clear (Dean's mother does not approve of him associating with... anyone, pretty much, but apparently she's out for the day as usual) and overcome Dean's natural desire not to rock the boat to get yourself invited over, assuring him that you need to talk to him about something important. You pull on a hoodie jacket because Dean's mom keeps their house frigid (and he's too afraid to touch the thermostat even while she's out) and head over.\n\nSoon he's opening the door, grinning shyly like usual and fidgeting, a fingertip brushing near the corner of his lip... always a bit embarrassed to have a girl come over, even if you're just friends and you've known each other for years. Dean's definitely on the quiet and retiring side, putting it mildly, a lot like Maya's childhood friend crush. Just that in Dean's case, instead of making him "as average as possible", it's like genetics went "Let's make this fucker monochrome so he blends into the background better". He has effectively white platinum blonde hair, grey eyes, and pale skin... added to his tendency to not wear colors, such as his current black and white hoodie and black jeans, it definitely gives him the impression of being a living black-and-white movie.\n\n<img src="images\sDean.jpg">\n\n"Oh, uh, hey Cyan," he says, as if you'd just dropped by unannounced. He pauses, as if not sure where to go from there, then rallies and says, "Come on in."\n\nIt takes a bit more time to get him relaxed enough to invite you back to his room, where he starts to fuss about where the two of you will sit, which you preempt by just taking his computer chair and turning it towards the bed. He hesitates, then settles down to sit on the end of said bed. "So, um, you sounded like you needed help with something?"\n\n"Yeah, and I'm really not sure who to ask," you admit. "I'm just kind of taking a shot in the dark here, hoping maybe you can help me figure something out."\n\n"Okay," he says slowly, and a bit uncertainly, but nods in agreement. "So what's up?"\n\nSo you explain, starting with a brief recounting of your acquisition of the book, leaving out the poor reception of your suggestion and Maya's absolutely scorching burn on you. You continue on with how you looked up the bit about the werewolf gathering and deciding to go camping, with Dean looking mildly dubious but still intent. His eyes widen and he gets a 'you gotta be kidding me but also I kind of believe you' look on his face as you describe the she-wolves actually arriving, then his face starts to turn more and more red as you get into the sexual turn things took and where they eventually wound up. (You don't go into a <i>ton</i> of detail but still.)\n\nFinally he springs to his feet and waves his hands a bit. "Okay, okay, c'mon! Enough teasing me! No way is any of that true! Okay, like, maybe the thing of you getting a book from Maya, or going camping, but the rest of it is just you, like... teasing me with a new doujin plot or something!"\n\n"It <i>would</i> make a pretty good doujin plot," you murmur under your breath, cupping your chin and glancing down. Then you give your head a quick shake of negation and lean back a bit in the chair, pulling up the front of your shirt. Dean blinks a bit and leans in, staring at the lines of the tattoo on your stomach.\n\n"Uh... it does kind of look like it's glowing," he admits, before blushing and averting his eyes, clearly trying not to seem like a pervert for staring at your bare tummy (even if you bared it entirely so he would look). \n\nYou blink and glance down. Huh, it does kind of look like it's glowing a little again, in the fairly dim lighting of Dean's room. Then you look out the window... ah, the moon's actually out now, since it's getting late in the afternoon. You point that out to Dean, saying, "See? It does react to the moon, especially since it's still basically completely full."\n\n"I dunno," Dean says dubiously, looking at the tattoo out of the corner of his eye. "I mean it could just be some new reflective tattoo ink and you're just yanking my chain."\n\nYou narrow your eyes a bit and purse your lips, Dean flinching just a little. Then, without taking your eyes off his face, you reach down to undo your pants, quickly and efficiently undoing the buttons and zipper and hauling them open. Dean splutters, clearly about to blurt out something, but can't help glancing down... and then staring again at the very obvious bulge in your sleek purple panties. Purple panties that are tight enough that the shape of what's under them is undeniable.\n\n"Uh," he murmurs, as if transfixed.\n\n"Yeah."\n\n"... and it's not a...?" he starts faintly, only to yip and whirl around as he sees it give a slight twitch. (Well, you can't help it, undoing your pants and having someone stare at it is kind of getting you going a little.) "Um! Okay! I-I-I believe you!"\n\n"Thanks," you say dryly. "So... now what? I need to figure out something to do about it, or how to deal with this, or...?"\n\n"Um... I think maybe I have a book about werewolf lore?" Dean says, turning to one of his bedside tables and bending down to open up the front of it. Maybe books on werewolves are too sketchy for his mother's taste so he keeps it out of sight, the way a less inhibited guy might hide his porn. "I started it a while back but then never got back to it."\n\nYou nod with interest, since that sounds promising. Then you're rather quickly distracted by staring at the denim hugging Dean's rear. He's... kind of got a really good butt. A really cute butt. A kind of girly butt. A butt that would probably look really good with a fat cock stuffed between the pert round cheeks and hips slapping against it. And why, here you are with a nice fat cock, which is slowly starting to stiffen and stretch out the front of those snug purple panties.\n\n<hr>\n[[Control yourself!|GGMB]]\n\n[[... he's sooooo submissive and breedable though...|GGMB]]

Yeah you're definitely not ready to risk this getting back to your parents, which involving them or any other adult seems practically guaranteed to do in your mind. \n\nYour mind immediately goes to probably your best friend [[Leslie|GGWWB]]. Thing is Leslie's probably also your most baseline normie friend, she's not into much of anything. In her case it would very much be a 'moral support' thing, you're not gonna get much else there, realistically.\n\nYour next thought is to talk to [[Maya|GGWWB]]. She was the one who sold you the book, through some circuitous route you suppose that makes her responsible for this. (And worse comes to worse, her scary older sister probably knows more about it than her.)\n\nThen there's your friend [[Max|GGWWB]], she's a huge monster movie buff and cryptid enthusiast. She might be the most likely to know something or know where to look it up regarding breeding-happy werewolves (or at least most likely to believe you).\n\nYou guess in that vein there's Andrea ne [[Andi|GGWWB1x1]]. (Kinda funny that she and Max are on opposite ends of the aesthetic spectrum but both kind of have guy nicknames. Well, whatever.) Again not normally a font of knowledge, but as the most stereotypical White Girl™ you know she's deep into astrology, so maybe she could explain something about the whole moon-related matter of your new equipment.\n\nThere's [[Dean|GGMB5x12]], one of your guy friends. He's probably one of the best students you know, too, so maybe he could research your circumstances or something. You're not sure if it would be more or less embarrassing to tell a boy you have a dick now.\n\nLastly you guess there's [[Sima|GGWWB]]. Sima's a girl from school who never seems particularly close with anyone but gets along with everyone. You're not entirely sure why, but you do think she's the most likely to be able to do something, somehow. You also have the feeling she'd want something for it, maybe something big.

Yeah you're gonna hafta talk to someone about this, if for nothing else than to have someone else to bounce a 'What the hell am I gonna do?' off of. \n\nThe question is, who? You're naturally a bit leery of talking to someone older than you, either just one of the adults in your life or some sort of professional, but you have to admit that most of what your peers could do for you is probably limited to moral support. Still, one way or the other, you need to talk to someone.\n\n<hr>\n[[An adult.|GGWWB]]\n\n[[A professional.|GGWWB]]\n\n[[A friend.|GGMB5x11]]

"Look, how about we make a deal?" you suggest after a brief glance at Jakson.\n\n"Oh?" The female leader quirks an eyebrow. "You don't have a particularly strong bargaining position right now, but out of curiosity, let's hear it."\n\n"You take the wagon, the horse, and the wine, but let him go. And in return, I'll join you."\n\nThat seems to have taken both the leaders aback, and Jakson is staring at you in horror. "Cyan!" he hisses through gritted teeth, only to jerk back a bit as you wave him off.\n\n"Hm. There's an intriguing proposition," the man muses, and after exchanging a glance with the other, waves a hand, most of the spearpoints raising up enough that they're not pointed at you. "And why do you think you'd be such a help to us?"\n\n"Well, I'm a trained fighter, right? You don't have many people that have actually been schooled in it, I'm betting. Not only would I be a lot more effective, I could teach your own guys hand-to-hand fighting." You assume. You haven't actually tried throwing so much as a punch yet. "Plus it's just good business. Er, banditry. If someone tough wants to join you, you don't turn them away just because you were originally going to rob them, do you?"\n\n"She does have a point, Omen," the female leader (apparently Harbinger) says, glancing aside at her brother. "If she came to us asking to join normally, we probably wouldn't have given it a third thought."\n\n"Mm." Omen rubs his chin a bit, then shrugs. "You know what, sure, why not? Letting one kid go in return for an effortless haul and another body for the ranks is fair enough." He strides over, beckoning you down. "We'll have our eyes on you for awhile, girl, but once you've proved your loyalty, you're one of us." He proffers his hand as you finish jumping from the carriage, and you grin and shake it. Hey look, you're an outlaw!\n\n"Don't sit up there and sulk, boy, your friend's made a perfectly good deal for your safety, you're not going to squander it by doing something stupid, are you?" Harbinger asks as she sashays around to the other side of the wagon, looking up at the scowling Jakson. But a moment later he sulkily hands the reins to a bandit that's climbed up, and jumps down, staring at the wagon as it's driven away, then over at you.\n\n"Hey, go on, it's fine. I'm just trying to find where I fit in, y'know," you tell him, still grinning. You've got to admit this is exciting... this is just some weird fantasy world, right? Nothing wrong with turning bandit in one of those!\n\n"I..." Jakson glances around at the bandits, then back at you, and he looks so hurt and lost you really do have to feel sorry for him. "I can't just <i>leave</i> you here with them," he says quietly, pain in his eyes.\n\n<hr>\n[[Suggest he join as well.|GGMonk]]\n\n[[Gently urge him to leave.|GGMonk]]\n\n[[Hit him.|GGMonk]]

The door to the Menagerie is actually a portal, much like the one in the mission room that leads to the capture areas. The Menagerie itself is set up as a nature preserve on a planet orbiting the gas giant, with a single small facility situated on it for you to come and go from your residence, and to venture out into the Menagerie itself. This is the area you've designed to hold your captures via the FurRay, as well as a handful of other NPC creatures you've tossed in for fun, both of the four-legged and two-legged variety.\n\n<img src=https://i.imgur.com/Hiipmbp.jpg?1>\n\nA glance out the window shows nothing in particular directly outside at the moment, but then your transformed captures do have a whole planet to roam in their semi-mindless furry state. But all of them have tracking devices, so you can always summon a shuttle to take you to them, or use remote drones to take a look at what they're doing.\n\n<hr>\n[[Visit a resident.|Capture-MenVisit]]\n\n[[Observe a resident.|Capture-MenWatch]]\n\n[[Go back to the hab.|Capture-HabArea]]

Well... the closet thing would give you more control, you suppose. If you decide to chicken out and go running at the first sign of a stranger's penis, that will be your own business, rather than committing to a full ninety minutes. "I suppose... I'll do the more 'traditional' glory hole," you say after a moment.\n\n"Sure! This way," Haley says, beckoning for you to follow as she turns and trots away.\n\nShe shows you into something that looks a lot like a locker room, just slightly more stylish and comfortable. At her bidding, you somewhat embarrassedly strip down... you suppose it's silly to feel that about getting naked in front of someone who's setting you up for a stint in a glory hole closet, but still. Once you've put your clothes in a locker, Haley hands you a pair of what look a lot like swim shoes. ... Yes, this is good, you don't really want to be barefoot in a room where, uh, where what happens in these rooms happens. ... And such. \n\n"... They really are amazing," Haley murmurs as you're bending down to work a finger around the edge of the shoes, making sure they're on properly and not going to chafe.\n\n"Hm?" you ask, straightening up, your breasts giving a heavy side-to-side wobble that seems to drag her eyes back and forth with them.\n\n"Nothing!" she blurts after a second, actually blushing as she tears her gaze away, and leads you down a hallway. There are a number of spaced-out doors, and she shows you to one and opens it. Inside is a small room, about the size of a walk-in closet. It's large enough to not be claustrophobic but just small enough that you could probably reach both sides fairly easily if you tried. It looks like it's been cleaned recently, at least, and there's a stool sitting in the middle, presumably so you can take a rest. It's lit a bit dimly, which on the one hand seems a bit disreputable, and on the other you sort of feel like it would be strange for this place to be brightly and thoroughly lit. The walls, as might be expected, have a number of holes in them at variations of waist height, the openings trimmed with rubber rings.\n\n"This switch here is whether you're 'on' or not," Haley explains, pointing to it. "If you decide you want to leave or just need a break, just switch it off." She starts to turn to go, then pauses and looks back at you. "Oh, by the way, these do tend to attract an... odd... crowd later in the night."\n\nYou blink. "Odd?"\n\n"Yeah, things'll be pretty normal up to one in the morning, but after that you might start seeing some things like... well, like guys that are too big for most girls," she notes, gesturing to one of the holes, which you suddenly realize is almost twice the size of any of the others. "And, y'know... well, just telling you. The strangeness tends to peak around four in the morning, so if you wind up staying that long, just consider that you might want to either leave or take a break between three thirty and four thirty. If you want," she notes, giving you another little wave before she closes the door behind herself as she steps out.\n\n... Huh. How... odd. Well, you doubt you'd want to stay that long anyway, you think with a glance at the digital clock over the door. Only part of your brain can't help but be curious... just what <i>is</i> the peak of "strangeness"?\n\n<hr>\n[[Put it out of your head and turn on the switch.|Marei19x2]]\n\n[[... Leave it off until 4:00.|Marei]]

"You know what?" Scowling, you point at her face. "<i>Fine!</i> You want to make me into some little scrawny nerd chick, I'll show you! <i>I</i> do the pushing around at this school, I <i>don't</i> get pushed around!" you add with a snarl, pointing at yourself for emphasis. "You can take my cute clothes, my designer room, even my <i>tits</i>, but I am Layla fucking Mercer, Princess Bitch of Deviville High, and you're not going to stop me from becoming Queen!"\n\nSima's eyes flick downward. "Your skirt's caught in the waistband of your shimapan, Queen."\n\n"... Gah!" you yelp, quickly yanking up and down, face going red. When you look back, Sima's slipped away, leaving you standing there grumbling.\n\n'Whatever,' you think sourly as you head to your first class. 'So what if Lana has taken my place as head of my girls? I know her secrets, I can crush her <i>and</i> them if I have to! Maybe the blackmail will need to be a little more direct than subtle, but I'll yank those bitches back into line and have them lining up behind me like little duckies again in no time!'\n\nOf course, you find your concentration in attempting to plot your re-takeover of your little social group repeatedly broken by the fact that you're obviously at the bottom of the totem pole. Not that you're being constantly battered and bullied, but the sheer lack of respect and fear shown to you starts making you paranoid that at any moment everything's going to come down on you like a ton of bricks. 'If you're not on top you're on bottom,' you think morosely as you eat lunch by yourself, having found a quiet corner to sulk in while eating the actual sandwich you apparently got packed instead of the usual calorie-balanced fruit and nut bar. 'Pudding cup, seriously?' you think, eyeing the childish little treat... before there's a little bit of a twinge in your heart as you peel it open and dig in with the plastic spoon. '... Guess Monika remembered I like vanilla...'\n\nYou funk your way through the rest of the day, sighing in relief as the last bell rings. You stand up, then blink at a chirp from your phone. Pulling it out of your bag, you check the reminder that came up: 'Game afternoon with Dean.' Who the heck is Dean? Wait, didn't you see that name on that page you have all those followers on now? Is that the same Dean? Could this shed some light on it? ... Well, whatever it is, sounds like this is what nerd you does for fun. 'Could use some fun,' you think before stopping yourself. What? Layla don't be stupid, that would obviously be <i>nerd</i> fun.\n\n... Then again, you really do feel like crap... you know you should be rallying yourself, making an appointment with a salon, getting yourself fixed up and some new clothes and ready to retake your place, but that almost pales in comparison to wanting to just go home, lay in bed, and cry.\n\nWould it be... the <i>worst</i> thing in the world to go have some nerd fun for an afternoon? After all, you can always get back to destroying your disloyal minions tonight. Or tomorrow.\n\n<hr>\n[[Meet with Dean.|MeanSima]]\n\n[[Work the problem.|MeanSima]]\n\n[[... Go home and cry.|MeanSima]]

"Pft, as if I'd ever get along with a <i>nerd</i>!" you declare in perhaps overly stereotypical fashion, but sometimes you've just got to indulge yourself, including bringing a hand up to your mouth and letting out a princessly laugh.\n\n"Ohhh? You think you'd never do that, huh?" Sima asks in a tone that weirdly sounds more curious than offended, tilting her head.\n\n"<i>Obviously</i> I'd never!" you snap back, scowling at her now.\n\n"Huh. Well, guess we'll just see!" she says cheerfully, flipping a hand in a wave as she turns and prances off.\n\nYou don't recall telling her that you were done, but you have a kind of weird, funny, hazy feeling in your head. Blinking a few times, you try to focus on calling her back or snapping some pithy comment, but... nothing comes to mind. You wander back over to your table, and the others tell you something about how Sima's fine but it just sort of goes in one ear and out the other. You pass through the rest of the day in a daze, and wind up flopping into bed tragically early with hardly any browsing of social media.\n\nYou wake in the morning feeling groggy and weirdly off-kilter. Groaning a little, you sit up and glance around blearily, trying to blink the sleep from your eyes. ... Eh? Why is everything still blurry? Why does your room look different even though it's still blurry? Without really thinking, you grope at your bedside table, your hand grasping something and bringing it up to your face. 'Oh, that's better,' you think, a roomful of paraphernalia, several large bookcases full of weirdly oversized books and paperbacks, and posters of not entirely mainstream sci-fi and fantasy movies coming into focus. '... Wait, what?'\n\nSitting up so fast your back almost gets a cramp, you whip your head back and forth, your vision going slightly blurry again as you wind up partially dislodging the thing on your face... glasses?! Shoving them back into place rather inelegantly, you scramble to your feet, yelping as you find yourself hit by an attack of awkwardness and drop to the floor on your face. "Owwww," you whimper, pushing yourself up, and blinking down at your arms. "... F-freckles?!" And your nails... they aren't even manicured!\n\nScrambling up, you hurry towards your mirror, only to find it's not there. Whipping your head back and forth, you spot that a plain one is bolted to the back of the door instead. Racing over to it, you take a look and just barely avoid screaming.\n\nYour hair isn't even blonde! It's... it's <i>brown</i>! Like some filthy <i>natural color</i>! It's all loose around your face, which <i>also</i> has freckles on its cheeks and the bridge of the nose! You look like you haven't had a single beautification procedure ever in your life! You're not wearing the cute little nightie and panties you went to bed in, you're wearing a Star Wars T-shirt with a dramatic Stormtrooper and the word 'TRAITOR!' on it, and some little jogging shorts! You're... you don't have any curves! "My boobs," you whimper in loss, pressing your hands over your nearly flat chest. You're practically <i>scrawny</i>! In desperation, you turn around, craning your neck as you shove the shorts down in back. ... Okay it's still cute but it's not nearly as round even if it is perky! And seriously, <i>more freckles</i>?!\n\nYou almost jump at a knock on the door. "Y-yes?!"\n\n"Miss, the lady says that she warned you about staying up all night writing again, and that it's no excuse for not eating breakfast before school!" comes the voice of the house maid.\n\n"Um... right!" you blurt. "Yeah, um, yes, I'll be... I'll be down in a minute!" \n\n"Alright, miss."\n\n'This can't be happening, this can't be happening, I must be having some sort of nightmare,' you think desperately, chewing at your nails and realizing from the look of them that this isn't even the first time. "Gah!" Yanking your hand away from your mouth, you then bring it forward in a slap across your face... yelping as you send yourself crashing to the floor again. "... It's not a dream..."\n\nYou climb to your feet, desperately trying to think. Alright... alright, obviously you can't tell anyone about this, they'd think you were crazy. Oh fuck, what if you are crazy?! But you remember an entire life, this can't be some sort of mental breakdown, you can't be some... some <i>nerd</i> who just imagined an entire life as a... as a... ... wait.\n\nSome nerd?\n\n"Sima," you snarl.\n\nYou're not sure how, but she must be responsible for this! You'll have to find her! ... Crap that will mean going out like this. But you don't see that you have a lot of choice. You rush into the bathroom to comb your (awful brown) hair and pull it into a ponytail that has absolutely zero bounce in it, and despair a bit after finding only the most basic of makeup. You do what you can, spending almost five minutes desperately searching for contacts and not finding any. You make yourself calm down and take a look around. It's definitely the same bathroom, the same room, even the same closet, it's just like an entirely different person lived here. ... A person whose entire wardrobe is absolutely as nerdy as the rest of the room. Sighing heavily, you settle for a purple hoodie and manage to find a black skirt and some black thigh-highs, since apparently there was at least that much crossover (though the thigh-highs came out of a drawer of what looked suspiciously like nerdy costume accessories). Finding the most stylish pair of sneakers you can, you rush downstairs.\n\n"Well it's about time," your mother says with a huff as you scramble into the kitchen. She... looks totally the same, done up all fancy and only giving you a glance as you come into the room. "You'd better eat up if you want a ride to school."\n\n"Um. Right." You'd kind of been hoping she'd seem shocked and demand to know what happened too, but she seems to think you're completely normal. You settle down in a chair, unable to help thinking a bit morosely, 'Might have been nice if she changed too,' while digging into your eggs.\n\nAs you're walking to the door, the maid approaches. "Miss, your bag?"\n\n"Oh, ri-" You flateye at the sight of the blue and yellow messenger bag with what you're assuming is some nerd game styling on it, but sigh and take it. "Whatever."\n\n"... Miss, are you alright?" the maid asks gently.\n\n"Huh?" you blink a few times, focusing on her, mostly surprised at her actually showing any kind of concern.\n\n"You're not your usual self."\n\n'You have no idea.' "I'm... not feeling too great," you mutter, then blink as she actually steps in and presses the back of her hand to your forehead. 'Huh? Is she really concerned?'\n\n"Well. You don't have a fever, it seems. But if you start feeling too ill, call me and I'll come pick you up, alright?"\n\n"... Yeah, okay." 'Monika never acted concerned before,' you think a little distantly, eyeing the dark-haired woman as she waves you off at the door. ... Whatever, this is all too weird, and you have to address it.\n\nThe moment you arrive at school you go racing off into the halls... and find it's not as easy a proposition as before. Whereas people used to get out of your way, now they just look at you with annoyance, forcing you to duck around them as you mentally compile a vengeance list. Then you yelp as for the second time today you go sprawling.\n\n"Oo~ps! Aw look, the little nerd showed off her cute animu panties!" comes a familiar, sneering voice.\n\n'Guh?!' Admittedly the blue and white striped panties were some of the cutest you could find in your frenzied search, but honestly you didn't think they were that bad... though at the revelation you're showing them off, you shove your skirt down in back and scramble to your feet, whirling around to stare at who apparently tripped you. "L-Lana?!"\n\n"Hey, who told you that you're allowed to have my name in your mouth, huh?" Your second-in-command scowls, leaning forward over you intimidatingly, and you find yourself flinching down.\n\n'What the hell, I'm shorter too?' "What are you doing, it's me, Layla!"\n\n"As if I'd remember a nerd's name. You know, maybe these are the wrong prescription, because it seems to me you're looking waaay above your station," Lana adds, smirking as she yanks the glasses off your face, the world going blurry.\n\n"Hey!" you blurt, reflexively grabbing for the glasses, seeing a Lana-shaped yellow and beige blur pass them to one of the other laughing blurs behind her, then her to another, before there's a flick of motion and someone calls 'Oops!'\n\n"Aw, too bad, but hey, like I said, get that looked at, huh?" Lana chirps, shoulder-bumping you back into a locker as she strides by, a few of your own minions doing the same as she goes past.\n\nYou slump back against the lockers, feeling lost and alone. 'This can't be happening.' Then you blink as another blur holds something out to you.\n\n"Um. Here."\n\n"Th-thanks," you murmur reflexively as you take your glasses, sliding them on. They're a bit blurry with fingerprints, and by the time you've looked around your benefactor is gone, having melted into the crowd like it was a learned skill. Taking them off, you eye them for a moment before doing your best to clean them on your hoodie. It sort of works, and when you slide them on you spot familiar short hair. Putting on a burst of speed, you grab her by the front of the shirt and thump her back against the locker. "<i>You</i>!"\n\n"Me?" Sima chirps in an innocent tone, seeming utterly unperturbed by your actions.\n\nScowling, you hold up your cellphone in front of her face. "Explain why I have twenty Twitter followers but almost a thousand on something called 'Archive Of Our Own'! And also the rest!"\n\n"Hmmmm... well, seems to me someone said they could never, ever get along with a nerd," Sima muses aloud, raising a hand to cup her chin. "Which would be kind of weird if that someone <i>was</i> a nerd, wouldn't it?"\n\n"You <i>did</i> do this to me!" Growling, you give her a little shake. "Change me back!"\n\n"I'm not saying I did anything," Sima says placidly. "But let's just say hypothetically that you <i>had</i> been changed in some way. What exactly would be the incentive to change you back? What, you're going to beat me up?" With that, the brown-skinned girl grips your wrist and twists slightly, making your knees go weak.\n\n"Ow ow ow ow ow I'm sorry I'm sorry," you whimper, quickly yanking your hand back as she lets go.\n\n"Now, again, hypothetically assuming something happened to you, it seems like you'd have three choices," Sima said, holding up three fingers and tapping the index finger of her other hand against each one. "One, you can accept that you're going to be this way for the rest of the school year and make the best of it, and when summer is done, you'll be able to change back and find out that old, normal, horrible you actually had a <i>great</i> year of being a huge ginormous bitch. Two, you can agree to be my very special friend, and I'll change you back... hmmmmm... <i>pretty</i> quickly. Say, give you a week of living the life as my buddy, but that way I'll take care of you and no one will mess with you. Or, third... you humble yourself."\n\n"Humble myself?" You frown, brow furrowing. "What's that supposed to mean?"\n\n"It means that at lunchtime today, somehow all of the teachers are going to completely avoid the cafeteria for the entire period. You will get up on a table, strip down, and masturbate to orgasm in front of everybody." At your horrified expression, Sima smirks. "I promise that there will be no consequences other than everyone remembering you did it... of course, once you change back, they'll remember the <i>regular</i> Layla doing it."\n\n"Th-that would destroy me!" you whimper, paling considerably. \n\n"Well it would certainly put a dent in people being afraid of you, sure, that's the point. But like I said... no pictures will be taken, no rumors spread to college boards, no expulsion or anything like that. Just people remembering. Up to you!"\n\n<hr>\n[[Ride it out.|MeanSima3x2]]\n\n[[Become Sima's friend.|MeanSima]]\n\n[[... Humble yourself.|MeanSima]]\n\n[[No! Someone else must be able to help!|MeanSima]]

Right. Not something you're likely to have to worry about anyway. You're just here for, you know... <i>satisfaction</i>. Once you're satisfied, you'll leave and that's it. You flick the switch to the up position, seeing a little green light glow above it. So yes, you're really doing this.\n\nOf course then you have to wait for awhile, since you know the club isn't actually open yet. You settle down on the stool to sit, squirming a little. Briefly you wish that you'd brought your phone in with you, but then again would you actually want it in here? What if you somehow activated video chat? ... Why does that thought kind of turn you on?\n\nYour thoughts continue drifting in those sorts of directions for awhile, and your hand drifts between your legs to gently stroke over your pussy, as the minutes tick by on the clock, the distant sound of music starting at some point. You almost jump when you catch some motion out of the corner of your eye and turn, catching sight of the length now jutting through one of the holes. That... is definitely a cock, you think, your face heating as you stand up and step a little hesitantly towards it. Yes, a big, throbbing dick... well, not as big and throbbing as the one you've seen recently, but this one's...\n\nThis one's all yours.\n\nThat thought seems to settle a fog over your brain that makes it so much easier to just reach out and wrap a hand around the shaft and start stroking. It's a nice cock, you find yourself thinking, just a bit of curve, nice and long, hot and twitching in your hands. You lick your lips and bite your lower one as you start stroking it a bit faster, the long neglected parts of your mind that had started to forget how much you enjoyed sex remembering how good it was just to stroke a cock, feel it rub against your skin, have pre smear all over your fingers, feel all those throbs and shudders as you touched it.\n\nWithout even really thinking twice you go to your knees, bracing your hands on the wall as you suck the tip of the stranger's dick into your mouth and start flicking your tongue along it, just like you used to do for your husband. You can't hear the man's moans or anything but the faint, distant thump of music really, but you can feel and taste the slight extra flow of pre out onto your tongue as you continue to work it over him. Soon you start bobbing your head, working your lips further and further down the length, finding that sucking cock is a bit like riding a... well, let's just say it's all coming back to you without much effort. Soon you've got enough of him sucked down that your nose and chin brush against the rubber ring set in the wall.\n\nYou have to admit, being able to actually lean against the wall really lets you put your everything into sucking cock! you think in a dreamlike haze, bobbing your head and shoulders smoothly, your massive tits swaying gently in front of you with the motions. You don't go particularly fast, wanting to enjoy the feeling of having a cock sliding over your tongue and down your throat for awhile. But alas, all good things must come to an end, because it's not long before you can feel it throbbing and swelling up, and pull back so that his load spills into your mouth and down your chin, some of it dripping down onto your boobs. Already beginning to droop slightly, the cock disappears back through the hole.\n\nAh... disappointing, you find yourself thinking, staring at it, then looking aside... oh! But there's already another one sticking through from another wall! Without any trepidation this time you make your way over and this time immediately settle onto your knees, starting to kiss and suck on it, rolling your tongue around the head without putting it in your mouth. Somewhere in the back of your mind, the usual you is aghast at how quickly you've descended into sheer sluttiness, but the part that's in control is just glad that you've got more cocks coming, and it's soon sucking this next one down and deepthroating it again, sucking it in hopes of another nice hot load.\n\nOnce he's done, there's a brief pause, but the next cock that slides through uses one of the <i>bigger</i> holes. And it needs it, because it's quite thick, and much longer than the other two. Immediately you know what you need to do, and after only a brief bout of licking, sucking, and a bit of spitting on it before stroking and spreading it with your saliva, you wrap that big hard dick in your tits. You're just big enough to engulf it completely, and it feels so <i>naughty</i> to start working back and forth, your boobs thumping and pressing against the wall as you work them around that fantastic fat fuckstick. Your tongue actually lolls out like some sort of bitch in heat, a stream of drool leaking out and down onto the shaft, further lubricating it and smearing a mix of saliva and pre onto your tits as you work them over that seemingly disembodied shaft.\n\nIt takes a bit longer than the other two, but soon you feel that big cock swell and throb as it starts spraying cum all over the inner curves of your tits, and it feels so good that you honestly have a little boobgasm just from that, shaking and wiggling in place as you do. Panting, you straighten up and look down at yourself, at all that thick, white glaze spread over your cleavage, dripping down your belly, onto the floor, even frosting your nipples and dripping from the stiff tips. It takes you a moment to realize that the cock isn't pulling back, and seems to have lost barely any of its hardness, still jutting through the hole as if expectantly. ... Well, don't want to disappoint.\n\nYou turn around and bend over, cum-smeared breasts hanging heavily beneath you as you reach back and guide the already jizz-flecked dick to your entrance. You push back steadily, moaning freely as you feel it spreading you open, sliding hot and throbbing inside you, hardening up even more than before as it goes. You've got a man's cock in your pussy, a man you'll never see or hear the voice of! And it feels soooo good, you think with another moan, eagerly pushing yourself back until your full, round ass presses against the wall, the rubber ring of the hole framing your cunt. \n\nYou shift a bit, getting a good position with your toes, and finding that if you lean forward just right you can put your hands on the other wall to brace. Even as you do, another big, thick cock slides through the hole right in front of you, presenting itself to your face. 'Don't mind if I do,' you think with another slutty moan, sliding your mouth over it and starting to rock back and forth between them. Now that you've finally got a dick in your needy, naughty cunt, you don't care about steady or slow, you're just eager to get yourself off, and having another cock in your mouth just makes it all the better, as if for a few moments you're entirely a different person than the quiet suburban mom... no, you're a naughty, slutty glory hole bitch, who's finally acting like the sort of sex-addicted bimbo these huge tits mark her as!\n\nSuch thoughts are filling your head even as both cocks eventually fill you from both ends, your mouth and pussy both flooding with thick gushes of cum, your body bucking and writhing in orgasm between them as you do your best to swallow the load of the one in front of you even as your cunt overflows with the load of the one behind and splatters all over the previously clean floor. It's a minute or so before both cocks are pulled away, leaving you to sink to your knees panting, veritably coated in jizz, and in a pleasant, orgasm-caused haze.\n\nNo further cocks are immediately forthcoming, and after a few minutes you calm down and glance at the clock. Huh, it's been longer than you expected... ... time flies when you're having fun, you guess. It's still well before Haley said things were going to get 'weird', and you suppose you have technically been satisfied... even through the lingering fog of arousal and post-orgasmic bliss, you can tell that after a shower and getting re-dressed you'd probably feel like you've gotten your fill for the considerable future. ... Still... Salli did say she'd watch Ken pretty much all night, it... might not be the worst thing in the world to stay a bit longer...\n\n<hr>\n[[Stay awhile.|Marei]]\n\n[[Leave.|Marei]]

You wait a little while of course, this isn't exactly something you want a lot of other people overhearing. But once you're out of view of the city, you nudge your horse forward, a bit surprised at just how easy it is. (Oh yeah, you're a dex build, and you always make sure to put at least a couple of 'spare' points into Ride.) "Hey, Astoriel?" you ask as you bring your steed up beside hers.\n\n"Yes?" she asks, looking over and giving you a polite smile.\n\n"There's something I probably ought to tell you," you begin. She seems pretty mature and experienced, though, hell, for all you know she's heard of this happening before.\n\n"I've never heard of such a thing happening before," she says with a light frown a few minutes later after you've finished explaining. Fuck. "Being transported into another world? As a... 'character' you yourself were daydreaming about at the time? There are of course many powerful enchanted tomes in this world, but to do such a thing..."\n\n"It's the truth, though," you assure her, sighing.\n\n"I am not calling you a liar, certainly," she says in a soothing tone. "But this is certainly beyond my expertise." She visibly considers, then nods. "I believe it best that I take you to my home in the Maplegrove. There are a number of experts there that might be able to provide you with answers."\n\n"Er, do you really think that's a good idea?" you ask nervously. "I mean, we kind of have this quest, and-"\n\n"While we are bound into service until the completion of our quest or until our duty has been satisfied, I believe there must be a clear exemption for someone's... extreme circumstances," Astoriel says, with being just precise enough on her use of the term to make you even more nervous. "Since you are not used to this world, or indeed, even the body you currently inhabit, I do not think it would be proper or safe for you to venture into danger with us. We will make a side trip to... escort you to Maplegrove, and perhaps there find an elven mercenary to temporarily take your place. You may, of course, rejoin us if it is determined you cannot be sent back to your own world but that you are fit for combat."\n\n<hr>\n[[Well. Fine.|GGWar]]\n\n[[No way!|GGWar2x2]]

Your exclamation seems to startle Flopear a bit, and he winds up thrusting forward but at an angle, his cock slipping from between your pussylips and lurching along your crotch, its underside rubbing along your clit and his balls impacting against your pussy, making you give <i>quite</i> the squeak and send a shiver run through your body.\n\nBut you hold up your hands to indicate he should wait, then sort of twist and lean over until you can grope at your bedside table, Flopear watching with a curious expression on his face. You open the drawer and rummage... your mother, quite responsibly of her, once she had The Talk with you provided you with several packages of condoms, and stressed 1) best policy is abstinence 2) but if not do not get teen pregnant ffs. You're, uh, you're not sure if that's actually a <i>risk</i> with getting boned by a bunnyboi, but considering both the legend about his origin and the general reputation of bunnies, you're not chancing it.\n\nYou find the pack of regular condoms, then pause and glance down at him. "... Nope." A bit more rummaging and you find the box of magnums. (Mom was both thoughtful and clearly also wanted to encourage the power of positive thinking, you guess.) You yank a roll out, tearing one off and letting the rest drop to the side as you open the wrapper, revealing the shiny, slick blue disk with its little 'hat' poking out one side.\n\nFlopear continues to look more curious than anything as you slip the condom over the tip of his cock and start rolling it down, though he seems pleased enough, giving another of those soft trilling noises, either at the stroking of your hand or the unique sensation of the latex hugging his prick, or both. Either way, soon that big, bright white cock is sheathed in lube-slick blue, and you flop back fully before making a little 'c'mon' gesture to him.\n\nClearly happy to oblige, Flopear reaches down, giving his newly-decorated dick a few strokes, seeming almost delighted by the shift in sensation. Then he pushes it down and back into place, before just sort of stroking forward and into you. You're not sure whether it's some sort of magic or skill, but he manages to slide that long, thick thing right into you without a problem, letting out an actual giggle as you arch your back and buck your hips and have a small orgasm right then and there.\n\nFlopear leans forward, resting his face between your tits and nuzzling happily... then begins fucking you like a car engine piston, his hips pounding you rapidly so that his pert butt and fluffy tail just almost blur, the <i>plap</i> of his balls against your skin very nearly overlapping. You unconsciously wrap your legs around him and grab fistsfuls of the sheets since it's pretty clear at this point you're just along for the ride (even if you're the one being ridden).\n\nHe continues to make that sweet, happy not-quite-a-purr trill and nuzzle your breasts affectionately even as he absolutely jackhammers the hell out of you, balanced up on the tips of his long feet and pumping his legs rapidly. With the absolute sensation overload of how fast and rhythmically he's fucking you, it's not long before you're cumming again, bucking your hips up at him hard and writhing on the bed, actually having to clap a hand across your mouth in a desperate attempt to muffle yourself. Flopear keeps power-fucking you right through your orgasm, somehow seeming to force it longer, higher, until the feeling of it is just blended into the general pleasure shooting through your body near-constantly with his thrusts.\n\nThe next time you manage to shove some of the sheets into your mouth to help muffle yourself, your next orgasm set off as you can feel Flopear's cock swell and start trembling and twitching, something swelling and bulging faintly inside you even though he doesn't stop thrusting the entire time he's cumming, or for that matter for the whole time you're cumming. It's only once he's done that he finally stops, settling a bit more heavily on top of you and letting out a contented huff of breath as you flop limply to the bed, breathing hard and shuddering in little flickery aftershocks of pleasure.\n\nAfter a minute or so Flopear straightens up and pulls back, the condom slipped about halfway off of his shaft as the tip of it stretches, and then drops heavily and sways. He seems greatly interested in the large, heavy cum balloon now weighing down the tip of his dick, and you can't help but stare as well. 'Damn, Mom... whatever you paid for these, it's worth it.' You sit up and lean forward, pulling the condom the rest of the way, Flopear letting out an actual giggle at the sight of it wobbling as you tie off the end and set it aside.\n\nHe only seems to have flagged the tiniest of bits. ... Well, so. Guess you might as well return the favor. You settle down onto your knees in front of him, reaching out to start stroking him with one hand and fondle those soft furry balls with the other... though now they're pretty wet from your pussy, apparently, geez, you had no idea you squirted so much. But soon he's back to making those happy trilling noises, especially as you lean forward to start licking at the tip of his prick, then giving it little kisses here and there. Because he is really cute, and this is really sexy~.\n\nYou slide your mouth over the tip of it, even as you move your hands to his slim hips and grip firmly, so that he doesn't get any ideas about piston-fucking your throat like he did your pussy. You can feel them wiggling against your grip, especially as you start sliding further down with every few bobs of your head, but he seems to get the message and largely holds still, instead just affectionately petting your head in imitation of you rubbing his ears earlier (a-awwww). Maybe there is some sort of sex magic about him, because you find it much easier than you thought would have been possible to push him into your throat, feeling it stretch and bulge around him as you push forward, your eyes rolled up to watch that cute bunny face.\n\nYou keep going until your lips are kissing up against the thick, damp fur around the very base of his smooth shaft, gulping and glkking softly a few times, before pulling back. His cock slips out of your mouth as you give a 'pfwah!' and look at it... yup, definitely fully hard again. You reach behind you and snag the roll of condoms, tearing another off. The next blue disk comes out (not assorted colors? oh well) and you settle it into place on his cock, before pressing your lips to the edges of it and once again starting to bob your head forward. It's... not the worst taste in the world, and offset by the kinkiness of what you're doing, the latex extra slick under your tongue and against your lips as you blowjob the condom into place, Flopear's fluffy tail practically vibrating in apparent delight at the interesting new sensations.\n\nYou again pull back with another huff of breath, this time having left him once more sheathed in his (sex) knightly armor. You start to get up, then pause at a thought. You reach over and grab your discarded panties, Flopear watching curiously as you wad them up and stuff them into your mouth, though his cock does give a visible twitch at you doing it. Then you turn around and lean forward, folding your arms on the bed and lifting your butt in the air.\n\nThat clear invitation apparently gets his attention, and he steps forward his hands running over your ass and hips as he once again and gives your pussy and asshole a thorough tongue-lashing, your eyes rolling and muffled moans of pleasure escaping past your panty-stuffed mouth. But after a few minutes he gently hauls your butt downward, getting you to bend your legs, before stuffing you full again and this time almost instantly starting to jackhammer-fuck you.\n\nYour eyes roll as his hips slap your ass, making it jiggle wildly, your knees sagging and going weak so that you're mostly being held up by his hands and that long thick cock being inside you so much. You let yourself get rocked against the bed rapidly, not caring about all the squeaking and thumping it's making, if anyone hears <i>that</i> and your much more muffled moans and cries they can draw their own conclusions! Gradually, as if being nudged forward a bit by every impact, your head sags and your eyes roll until your cheek is on the sheets, your tongue pressed limply against the wadded-up cotton soaking up your spit.\n\nBy the time he seems satisfied, Flopear has learned to don and tie off the condoms himself, as judged by the more than half a dozen of them that are sitting scattered around on the floor, bed, and one balanaced right in the small of your back, warm and slick and having wobbled around tantalizingly with every impact of those cute slender bunnyhips against your ass. It topples off and rolls to join two others as you flop over onto your back, though, finally reaching up in a daze to pull the thoroughly saliva-soaked panties out of your mouth and pant softly.\n\nYou grin as Flopear settles on top of you briefly, nuzzling at your neck and jaw and cheek, all soft and sweet and smelling good again. Then he gives you a very affectionate kiss on the lips, one that sends a strange, extra pleasant tingle all through your body. Then after another quick nuzzle at your cheek, he hops up and scampers off. By the time you sit up, he's gone, nothing but the faintly lighter sky outside your open window showing he might have ever been here.\n\n... Well that and the condoms.\n\nStill in a bit of a daze, you stack up the fairly heavy, wobbly little blue balloons and their hefty white loads in a small pile between your bed and bedside table where they'll be at least a little out of sight if your parents peek in before you wake up. Then you pull the topsheet over your naked form and let yourself pass out in pleasant exhaustion, with a faint giggle at how your first cryptid-hunting attempt went.\n\nYou wake up about midday, to judge from the immediate growl of your stomach and, well, looking at the clock on your bedside table. You sit up, yawning and rubbing at your face with both hands. ... Sticky. Need a shower. And food.\n\nWhile still trying to decide on the order of those, you glance over and spot the little pile you made of the filled condoms, which is apparently undisturbed. As you look at them, you find yourself giving your lips a lick and your stomach giving another soft growl. Hey, that's right, you never did get to see what it tasted like, huh? Hm... hasn't been that long, you could... try it...\n\n<hr>\n[[Yum~!|GGUL]]\n\n[[Ah, better not.|GGUL]]\n\n[[... No you have a better use for those.|GGUL]]\n

Yeah this is... weird. You're going home.\n\nYou head off back to the house, moving at a bit of a trot now since it is starting to get dark... and you kind of have a weird feeling of being watched. You'd tend to assume that it's just some paranoia about being out in the park by yourself with night rapidly settling in, and the stories you read earlier, along with the strange thing you saw earlier. (Maybe it really was just a rabbit, huh? ... A rabbit with a big swinging dick.) But you definitely do kind of hurry on your way home, and once back inside the perfectly normal, familiar surroundings it's easier to brush off the story and the feeling and everything else.\n\nYou distract your mind with your usual pursuits of games and internet browsing and arguing about pointless crap on social media, and by the time you're ready for bed you've mostly put the whole thing out of your mind... at the least it's not bothering you anymore. You yawn and stand up, undoing and dropping your shorts, then switching out your t-shirt for a loose tanktop. Clad in that and your purple thong, you flop into bed and are soon asleep.\n\nYou wake up deep in the night... you're not sure why, but pretty quickly you realize you're not alone in your room. Someone or... um... it might actually legit be some<i>thing</i>... is standing beside your bed. It's lit from behind, your window curtains and the window both open to admit plenty of moonlight, and both somewhat lighting up and silhouetting...\n\nFlopear.\n\nYeah, now that he's standing beside your bed, there's definitely no mistaking him for an actual rabbit. Though the ears are definitely lapine (both of them a bit floppy, as advertised), the body structure is undeniably almost entirely human, albeit covered in white fur. His face is pretty rabbit-y for sure, but also sort of laid out more like a human's, enough to give him more of a recognizable mouth and nose despite the bunny features. He's hardly towering or imposing... other than suddenly being <i>in your bedroom</i>... and is in fact fairly slender and sleek of build, for the most part, although with strong-looking legs. And uh... yeah, wow. You being you, you had of course looked up the infamous 'Astolfo cosplayer with Monster can' pic, and Flopear is every bit as impressive, if not more so, despite his size.\n\nHe tilts his head, pink eyes staring down at you, as if having only just noticed you've woken up and pondering what to do about that.\n\n<hr>\n[[Scream!|GGUL]]\n\n[["Uh... hi."|GGUL4x2]]

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

With another little 'mmf' you break the kiss and tilt your head back, Flopear immediately starting to nuzzle affectionately at your neck and throat as he pulls down your panties. "Not exactly how I ever thought monsterfucking would go, but okay," you murmur with a roll of the eyes as you step out of the dropped panties, then shrug and wrap a hand around his now thoroughly stiff prick and start stroking, ducking your head down to resume kissing him.\n\nFlopear seems even more enthusiastic now that you're an active participant, tongue dipping into your mouth agilely and rolling around. Uh, wow, he's actually a really good kisser, even if you weren't already getting kind of turned on by the fact that you're about to fuck an urban legend, his hands are gentle and sweet as they roam over your body, and he smells <i>fantastic</i> to be honest, like warm clover and sunshine or something. You slip your hand down and cup his balls, which are pleasantly furry and soft and warm. He makes more of that low trilling noise at that, too, wiggling happily against you.\n\n"Oop?" you say as he suddenly breaks the kiss and brings his hands up, pushing the straps of your tanktop to the sides to let it drop and then pushing it down a bit to get it the rest of the way over your hips before he fastens his mouth around one of your nipples and starts putting that strong, agile tongue to use there. At the same time one of his hands tucks between your legs and starts doing a <i>very</i> experienced job of stroking and gently teasing you, making you give out a breathless, "Oh, okay," before raising your hands up to rest on his slim shoulders for balance, since your legs have suddenly gone a little soft on you. He doesn't seem to mind too much, still wiggling against you and rubbing that very big pale white cock up against your belly.\n\nIn fact you can't really do much other than give a surprised little "Whup!" when he suddenly hooks his hands around your thighs and lifts you up, toppling you back onto the bed. And then those cute floppy ears are wobbling around between your legs as he starts lapping and kissing and suckling, that strong tongue pressing inside you and all over you by turns. You moan loudly, letting your legs drape around those slim shoulders and wrap around his head a bit, and after a moment resting your hands at the base of his ears, experimentally rubbing and scritching gently. The sudden uptick in enthusiasm and speed from him tonguing your pussy forces you to muffle a particularly loud squeal, biting down on your lower lip and arching your back.\n\nIt doesn't take long for him to bring you off like that, and you're again forced to muffle the noise you want to make, squeezing around the base of those floppy ears tightly (though he certainly doesn't seem to mind). You bucking and writhing and grinding against his face doesn't seem to deter him at all... in fact he continues that quick lapping without pause, though as your hips moving brings him lower he starts flicking his tongue over your pucker almost as much. Your eyes roll in your head at that new sensation, legs trembling where they're draped around his head, thighs rubbing his fluffy cheeks.\n\nFlopear brings you off twice more before tugging his head back, with you slumping and reluctantly letting go of him, allowing your legs to drape over the side of the bed and your arms to flop out to the sides, your breathing coming hard and head feeling like it's swimming. Then you actually hear a <i>tmp</i> along with feeling a weighty impact against your crotch and belly. You look down and uh... whoa. You're not sure if it's the angle or if he maybe got even harder from eating you out, but he looks at least a little bit bigger than before. It's certainly impressive (and a little intimidating) how far it comes up your belly!\n\nThe cryptid gives you a bright, sweet smile before lifting your legs up, draping them against his slim chest and then starting to draw back.\n\n<hr>\n[[Ohhhh fuck this is gonna be good!|GGUL]]\n\n[["Wait wait wait!"|GGUL4x4]]

You'll take a little more risk... after all, the first adventurers that show up will no doubt be starter trash anyway, you'll just focus on fighting and taking them down personally if necessary. You select the entry for the Silver gacha, and the screen changes to one with a number of words in rounded-edged boxes (obviously the modifier keywords), and a shiny silver banner underneath them, sparkling obviously with little gleaming shinies around both the edges and the letters. Hm, not bad, not bad!\n\nThe keywords are interesting... most are more specific than just types of things to get out of the gacha, but still very broad and on the vague side. And right, right, you can only choose one, so which one to choose?\n\n<hr>\n[['Humanoid'|GGDungeon]]\n\n[['Feral'|GGDungeon]]\n\n[['Intelligent'|GGDungeon]]\n\n[['Status Effect'|GGDungeon]]\n\n[['Weapon'|GGDungeon]]\n\n[['Tome'|GGDungeon]]

<strong>The Deviville Freshman Cheer Squad</strong>\n\n<b>Amanda</b> - Amanda is captain of the squad and the player character most associated with them (assuming you choose to make her a cheerleader). Somewhat over average height with a light tan, Amanda has golden blonde hair, blue eyes, C-cup breasts, lightly curvy hips and a round butt. She tends towards sweet, kind, and responsible by default, but since she's a player character she's basically going to do whatever you tell her to do. (Bow-chicka-bow-wow.)\n\n<b>Cassie</b> - Amanda's best friend and next in charge after her. Cassie is average height for a girl her age, with platinum blonde hair that she keeps in a long French braid, green eyes and somewhat pale skin. She's a little more on the slender side than Amanda but her breasts, hips, and butt are all fairly comparable if just slightly smaller. (Being an important NPC sometimes means measuring up just a little short of the PC.)\n\n<b>Shelly</b> - The smallest girl on the team, and kind of mousey (though it's mean to say that). She's petite, has straight brown hair cut to just above the shoulders, brown eyes, and specializes in gymnastics and acrobatic feats on the field. She has a meek personality and is best friends with Allison.\n\n<b>Allison</b> - Makoto Kino. She's cheerleader American black-haired Makoto Kino, let's not even beat around the bush on that one.\n\n<b>Hanna</b> - Light brown hair in side-twintails, green eyes, B-cups. Sort of frenemies with Sally, though maybe "good-natured rivals" also fits if you don't expect them to be constantly good-natured. [[Inspiration here.|https://chan.sankakucomplex.com/post/show/4558044]]\n\n<b>Kiera</b> - Dark skin, straightish black hair, dark eyes, tanlines that show she's naturally a bit on the lighter side. Apparently reacts to weird events by going a bit weird herself. [[Inspiration here.|https://chan.sankakucomplex.com/post/show/5581662]]\n\n<b>Sally</b> - The best jumper on the squad. C-cups, strong legs, black hair in a ponytail. [[Inspiration here.|https://chan.sankakucomplex.com/post/show/5461390]]\n\n<b>Sandra</b> - Black hair in a long ponytail tied with a ribbon with long tails, blue eyes. Basically flat but good hips. Lots of enthusiasm on the field. [[Inspiration here.|https://chan.sankakucomplex.com/post/show/5094057]]\n\n<b>Pepper</b> - Freckles, short auburn hair, bit on the skinny side. \n\n<b>Mikori</b> - Dark skin, straight brown hair in two short high twintails and two low back twintails, red(?!) eyes, lean build, BB-cups. Claims to be "of mixed ancestry", is actually fullblooded Devilokan. [[Inspiration here.|https://chan.sankakucomplex.com/post/show/4589278]]\n\n<b>Aisha</b> - Dark brown skin, black hair in multiple braids pulled back into a single tail, dark brown eyes. Tall, toned, almost-D-cups. \n\n<b>Kaorin</b> - Actual name Kaori, transfer student from Japan. Black hair in a ponytail with forelocks, light brown eyes, A-cups and overall fairly petite. [[Inspiration here.|https://chan.sankakucomplex.com/post/show/4916286]]\n\n<b>Coach Morrison</b> - The teacher in charge of the Freshman cheer squad. Also teaches history at the school, does martial arts in her spare time. Slightly on the tall side,

<b>August 1, 2018</b>\n* Cyan decides to go after [[Commander Cobra|GGSR1x2]] as her first Space Ranger assignment.\n<b>August 2, 2018</b>\n* More [[Commander Cobra|GGSR1x2]] shenanigans.\n* Cyan can also go after Doctor Ceratops on the same passage, either by herself or with Ydoncha.\n<b>August 3, 2018</b>\n* Cyan can tell Doctor Ceratops to "[[Freeze!|GGSR10x2]]"\n* Cyan can decide Shyn's idiotic idea [[is a great idea|GGSR6x10]].\n* Cyan decides to [[pass Rakell's door by|GGSR7x4]] while searching for Mix.\n<b>August 6, 2018</b>\n* Bumped Cyan's age up to sixteen, since her characterization pretty consistently trends towards an older teenager. Considering seventeen, undecided. Will correct references to age as I come across them. May do this with some of the other teen female options too, also undecided.\n* Cyan has a [[selectable job|GGSR5x2]] after going to City Sector 1851.\n<b>August 7, 2018</b>\n* Started work on the [[sales ads|GGDLStart]] on Devilist.\n* Demon Cyan can now elect to turn Leslie into a "[[Meat Forge|GGHH6x4]]".\n<b>August 8, 2018</b>\n* More "Meat Forge" stuff.\n<b>August 10, 2018</b>\n* Cyan can now look through the [[Complete Bard|GGDDStart]] book in the library.\n* The Complete Wizard has been changed to The Complete Mage and now has several different archetypes available (to get to various bits of kinky fun faster). The previous Complete Wizard option is now the Apprentice archetype.\n* Cyan can now also elect to blackmail [[her father|GGParent3x2]] when she catches him dicking Karen in the cell phone store.\n<b>August 11, 2018</b>\n* More of dealing with Cyan blackmailing her dad.\n* Cyan can suggest she and Lymiel [[just hurry out|GGOri3x2]].\n<b>August 13, 2018</b>\n* Cyantaur can now [[offer her friends as tribute|GGCentaur5x6]] to Sleipnir.\n<b>August 14, 2018</b>\n* Cyan can now elect to try and [[get rid of|GGHH10x2]] demon!Leslie.\n* Took a slight break from Cyan to work on [[Jamie visiting his brother|QOFamStart]].\n<b>August 15, 2018</b>\n* More Jamie visiting his brother.\n<b>August 16, 2018</b>\n* Still taking a small break from Cyan. Decided to scrap the [[greatsword|MaleBarbarianStart]] path in the prop museum's weapon display for the time being. Besides being one of the oldest lingering passages in DW, I've never been able to work up that much enthusiasm for it. (Look, I admit, I'm just not that into "bara" humans.) It's been replaced by a [[longsword|PropMuseumWeapLowTech]] option (and I don't wanna hear about proper weapon classifications thank you).\n<b>August 17, 2018</b>\n* Demon Cyan can now [[continue her deception|GGHH16x2]] past saying goodnight to Leslie.\n<b>August 24, 2018</b>\n* Cyan can play the [[Twilight Sparkle|GGPorn3x4]] VR porn video.\n<b>August 27, 2018</b>\n* Cyan can pick the [[Bubblegum Pink|GGLing1x1]] lingerie as her gift.\n* Cyan can buy the [[Doctor Deviant|GGMCE6x1]] costume at Missus Mazorium's.\n<b>August 28, 2018</b>\n* More [[Doctor Deviant|GGMCE6x1]] stuff.\n* More [[Blood Wine|GGLing2x1]] lingerie fallout.\n<b>August 30, 2018</b>\n* More stuff of Cyan going to [[Oz|GGOzStart]].\n<b>August 31, 2018</b>\n* [[Anubilis stuff|HLSenshi14x2]].\n* [[Mall stuff|GGMallStart]].\n<b>September 1, 2018</b>\n* Moved the more comprehensive updates to the [[August Dev Diary|Aug2018DD]] page. From now on, I'll be making updates this way, then after each incremental the previous week's updates will be moved to the Dev Diary page for that month. Then, at the end of the month, for the public release, I'll list the highlights of the new writing. This should provide the proper mix of letting people keep up with what's new in each incremental, letting me yak about my progress, and not being too spammy in the updates.

Yes, something must be done, you think as you start mixing up pancake batter, frowning at nothing in particular as you spin the whisk, your large breasts jiggling lightly beneath your shirt. You can't have him stroking his stiff prick alone in his room day in and day out, you think to yourself, glancing up distractedly. Simplistic, repetitive, self-indulgent and lonely activities like that aren't good for a young mind! He needs...\n\n<hr>\n[[... something else to occupy his attention.|Marei]]\n\n[[... some female attention.|Marei1x4]]\n\n[[... some assistance.|Marei]]\n\n[[... something to make him stop being such a horny young boy.|Marei]]

Swallowing, you turn and head on down the hall and downstairs, having a care to step lightly and not make any noise that might alert him. May as well... let him finish in peace.\n\nWell, you think as you set to work in the kitchen, your ears burning. Your son masturbates. You suppose that shouldn't be some huge shock, he is a teenage boy after all. Somehow you can't shake the sense though that it's just wrong. A teenage boy shouldn't be sitting in his room jerking off, especially a good-looking, obviously gifted one like your son. Or at least that's what part of your brain keeps saying, nagging at you to <i>do</i> something so that he isn't sitting up there with his dick in his hand day in and day out.\n\n<hr>\n[[Do something.|Marei1x3]]\n\n[[Ignore it.|Marei14x1]]

Your adorable fifteen-year-old son Ken. (You and your husband couldn't decide between Kenneth and Kenshiro, eventually you compromised on just plain 'Ken'.) With short dark hair, he's average in most other ways, a little lanky and slightly on the shorter side. He does well enough in school, has a decent amount of friends who are mostly like him, and you're overall fairly content with his behavior and how he's been doing.\n\nSummer vacation has only just started one morning when you're walking down the hall, wearing a t-shirt and shorts, and happen to hear something from his room. Blinking at the strange squeaking and bumping sounds, you move a bit closer to his door. Curious, you're already starting to lean in towards the slight crack of an opening in the door when a low moan reaches your ears. You almost instantly realize what must be happening, your face coloring bright red, but it's too late to pull away, reflex carrying your head the rest of the way in to put your eye to the crack.\n\nKen is indeed sitting on the edge of the bed, his pajama pants around his knees, his cock in one hand. He's... actually quite well-endowed, you can't help but notice, nothing porn star-like but, well, bigger than his father was. It's been a long time since you saw a cock at all, let alone one in the flesh, and for just a moment you can't help but stare, watching his hand slide up and down the slicked-up pole with quiet squelching noises that indicate he's using some sort of lube. When you find your eyes wandering almost hungrily to your own son's ballsack, you jerk back from the door and muffle your quick intake of breath with a hand.\n\n<hr>\n[[Burst in on him.|Marei]]\n\n[[Sneak away.|Marei1x2]]

Hm, yes. Someone with some experience, to really help Ken learn the ropes and make a man of him, someone that could teach him to really please a woman when he's ready to settle down and get married. You're sure his future wife would thank you for your thoughtfulness!\n\nYou go over the possibilities as you start cooking up some strips of bacon on the griddle. There are several [[neighborhood ladies|Marei]] you could probably call on. You spend a lot of your time with the other housewife-types in the neighborhood, and are well aware that most of them, married or single, are desperately horny. Though you'd have to broach it just the right way, you don't think it would take much to have some of them stripping down and spreading them for an eager, well-endowed teenager.\n\nYou could seek out [[someone on the internet|Marei]]. While you're not the sort to browse those kinds of pages, you're still vaguely aware that there are all sorts of sites catering to things like older women that like younger men. Of course it would be horrible if Ken got into something like that on his own... but in this case you'd be doing it for him and vetting the person (and possibly even monitoring the situation to make sure everything went alright). Surely that would make it okay.\n\nHm. Then there's the option of [[hiring a professional|Marei]]. Obviously that would avoid a lot of the potential social issues or rumors that could spring up, just quietly bring in someone who's there to do a job and then leave when they're done. Simple, fast, and all you'd need to do is make sure to pick someone clean and attractive to do the job.\n\nYou purse your lips a little as you turn the bacon. Of course, there's always the option of keeping things... in the family. By which you mean, you could call [[your sister|Marei7x1]]. She's a lusty, horny thing who never had much in the way of inhibitions or shame anyway. Still, you do think you could trust her to do the right thing for family, both in actually doing what was necessary for Ken and in keeping her mouth shut afterwards.\n\nYou pause in the midst of transferring the cooked bacon to a plate. If you were in fact going to keep it in the family... well. You could always take care of it [[yourself|Marei8x1]]. You're not exactly the most experienced or professional lover in the world, but you were more than enough to make his father happy. If you wished to truly cross the line of taboo, you could take care of his initiation into manhood and satisfying his urges on your own. Certainly that would be one way to keep anyone else from judging you.

Hm. Obviously one way to get him to stop jerking off so much would be for him to relieve that tension with a member of the opposite sex. You start pouring the pancake batter into the Perfect Pancaker Pourer(tm) as you think that through. Yes, clearly it would be better to get him some female attention than letting him just sit in his room jerking off. Virile young boys <i>should</i> be fooling around, fucking girls and getting into mischief, not sitting in dim rooms stroking their pricks themselves.\n\nNodding thoughtfully as you heat up the griddle, you consider. What would be best for him, though?\n\n<hr>\n[[A girl his own age.|Marei2x1]]\n\n[[An older girl.|Marei1x5]]

You kind of feel like if Kovam found out you had a chance to get a fortune reading that involved him and his destiny and you passed it up, he'd never forgive you. You'll just have to try and not get pickpocketed while you're listening... come to think of it you haven't got a ton of money left anyway, so not a huge loss. You nod and walk over to her, and she leads you a short distance to an open-fronted tent, a small, low square table set up inside with a threadbare rug on either side of it. She eases herself carefully down on one side and waits until you've taken a seat on the other to raise her long, bony fingers and begins gently tracing them through the air.\n\n"I see it... I see it, it has already begun," she intones gravely, her faded-color eyes staring fixedly at your chest... interestingly enough not at your breasts but at your chest, just above them. "You are the spark of choice that lights the fire of their destinies. The stone that drops from the mountain onto the fate of others to send them crashing forth."\n\n"Ah... is that good, or bad?" you ask after a few seconds of her having gone silent.\n\n"Kyuhuhu~... that very much depends upon how you look at it, doesn't it, girl?" The crone cackles a little more before continuing. "In the fight to come, you would be powerless on your own... and yet with those others walking the paths of their destiny, all of their future turns upon you. Whether the rockslide would crush the enemy beneath it or roll afar to slow and settle on foreign shores is all a matter of what path you choose to fall upon them from."\n\n"Uh, wait, so you're saying it's all up to me?" you ask, pointing at yourself. Your ego wants to preen but the rest is a bit leery of both the idea and the responsibility. "I'm the one to do everything?"\n\n"No, I say that you are the one to <i>decide</i> everything, child," the crone corrects. "You have already begun to bring them together through your decisions... what once was a ragtag band of misfits begins to resemble an assemblage of heroes. Your decisions will shape their fate as well as your own... whether you remain in this place of magic and danger, or return to familiar shores."\n\nYou suck in a breath. "Wait, you're saying...?"\n\n"I say that there will come a decision you must make. Whether you are grounded in the life you have lived until now, or to abandon it for an existence no longer grounded in its rules. Would you return to logic and reason... or abandon both for something as bright and amazing as it is foolish? That is the decision you must make. And you will make it... with this."\n\nShe lowers one of her hands to the table, and you hear a soft <i>klak</i> as something comes to rest on the wood. When she lifts her hands away, she's left a snail's shell about twice the size of a quarter. The glossy, likely polished surface slowly curves in on itself, a rich purple along the outermost part fading into patches of blue deeper in, with a core of white. A little dubiously, you pick it up. "How much?" you ask, suddenly feeling you've hit the hook part of this interaction.\n\n"Kyuhuhu~... perhaps your life. Perhaps your future. Perhaps everything, or nothing. But when the time comes, when there is seemingly no other choice but to flee or die, this will decide your fate. You can stand, and choose to rely on something so small and simple as a plain little purple and blue thing, when all reason says that to do otherwise would be to throw your life away... or you can run, and it will perhaps put you back where you belong."\n\nA chill runs down your back suddenly, the suspicion dropping away and the feeling you've brushed up against something bigger suddenly washing over you and threatening to make you feel like you're drowning. "Who <i>are</i> you?"\n\nThe old crone smiles... right before a pair of feline ears pop up atop her head, giving a single flick before she fades away, disappearing right before your eyes.\n\nYou jump to your feet and skitter back a few steps, bumping up against the wall of the tent and staring at where she was, then looking around slowly. There's no sign of her at all, though, not so much as some stirred dust or incredibly obvious footprints to indicate she walked away invisibly. Swallowing hard, you look down at the shell in your hand... then tuck it away. 'Not so much as a cookie and a promise I'd feel better by the time I finished it,' you think as you return to the walkways of the market, using the phrase itself as if it were a cookie in hopes you'll feel better.\n\nAs you return to the inn a bit later, Kovam approaches you, obviously eager and excited despite his very sincere attempts to look stoic. "Cyan, Koliel said she saw you go with an old woman who looked like she might be a fortune teller earlier. Is it so?"\n\nAh... yeah, if anybody ever looked like the stereotypical fortune teller, it was probably that crone. Which... if you really think about it just makes the encounter even more creepy, so you decide not to think about it. "Yeah, I did. She said something about traveling with someone who had a great destiny, and I know how you feel about that stuff, so I went with her to listen."\n\n"And? What did she say? Tell me everything! Ahem... I would hear it from your own lips," he amends, apparently having let too much excitement show through.\n\nYou hesitate just a little. The encounter was... very strange. And you can't help but feel that Kovam's pride would be pretty dinged if you told him that she said everything apparently hinges on your decisions, not his. Maybe a more... generalized... description would be better.\n\n<hr>\n[[Give a broad summary.|GGMonk]]\n\n[[Tell him everything.|GGMonk]]

Your horror grows as the scene on the video unfolds. You can't believe your aunt would do something like this! That poor girl!\n\n"Find something interesting?"\n\nYou almost scream and definitely jump at those words from the doorway, bolting to your feet and whirling to face Aunt Kelly. She's standing in the center of the doorway, arms folded under her chest, a cool little smile playing around her lips.\n\n"My buyer called and canceled on me while I was on the way. Apparently decided he wanted a cheap Asian girl just boxed up and sent from Thailand. No one wants to pay for American effort and quality anymore... except Asians, amusingly enough, but it's such a pain in the butt to get the girls onto planes these days, especially if the buyer wants to see a selection to pick from."\n\nShe's obviously blocking the door, quite ready for you to make a run for it. As you realize that, an emotion begins bubbling in your chest, about to well up and burst out in a display of-\n\n<hr>\n[[Fear.|Camping]]\n\n[[Anger.|Camping]]

You have just proven your chops with plants, after all... why not prove that you can take your accomplishments there further? Besides, everyone needs oxygen, making more plants to make more of that is (generally) always a good idea.\n\nYou begin your preparations for a move to their facility in Brazil, a somewhat more involved task than most of the other potential relocations you were offered. So you're rather annoyed when, amidst all the work you're doing, you get an email from Eclipse Robotics that looks like it was automatically generated. Apparently they want to know if you've accepted their offer or not, and you have to wonder if anyone will even read your reply or if it's just going to be filtered for key words first.\n\n<hr>\n[[A simple and precise refusal.|GDA1x1]]\n\n[[Be snarky with friend computer.|GDB1x1]]

Hm... maybe you should fill up your summer with a job. Just... not a shitty corporate-controlled job. But then most of those consider themselves too good to post on a little local site like DeviList, they all have their own websites where you have to hunt and search for the 'Job opportunities' or whatever feel-good term they use link. Nah, better to make some money like... you don't know, trimming hedges, walking dogs, whatever. Gotta pay for more vidya and nerd crap somehow, after all, and allowance and birthday money doesn't always cut it.\n\nLet's see... huh, someone wants a [[research assistant|GGRAStart]]. 'Looking for an open-minded individual willing to help with investigation and other necessary tasks. May require some physical exertion. Good pay, occasionally odd hours.' Huh. Well, kinda sounds like something you could manage, sure.\n\nThere's also an ad for a [[home product tester|GGPTStart]] for some company you don't think you've ever heard of. But hey, basically being paid to get free stuff to use? Of course it could also wind up being a huge pain in the ass with annoying reports to write or something, and probably pays almost nothing, which is basically the only reasons you aren't jumping at it.

The bin is full of large pill-looking candies, the sort that are probably somewhere between hard candies and jellybeans. Honestly you thought they stopped making those even before you were born, due to people fussing about them teaching kids that actual pills must be candy too. You carefully slide your hand under the lid and snag a couple of them, pulling your hand back without letting the lid drop too fast. Looks like you snagged a pair of pale blue ones. Grinning, you toss them in your mouth, congratulating yourself on the perfect crime.\n\nThe taste of the candy on your tongue sparks an immediate reaction... you can't even necessarily call it sour or tart or anything else, because it's gone too fast; meaning, the moment they hit your tongue you reflexively swallow hard and both pills go sliding down your throat. You cough a little, bringing a hand up to rub the front of your throat a little. What the heck was that?! You've never had a taste or food reaction like that before! Shit, you hope you're not allergic to some weird ingredient in them!\n\nThen your body jerks a little as your hips convulse all on their own. Shock and fear plays through you, mingled with an intense... arousal? As strange as it is, that's the only way to describe it, your pussy suddenly hotter and wetter than it's ever been seemingly in an instant, your lips plumping up and soaking your panties and through your jeans in a matter of seconds as you start cumming repeatedly. Your tongue lolls out, your body shuddering as you tremble helplessly at the sensations of heat and tension running through you. Your hips continue to thrust forward even as the crotch of your jeans darkens and spreads with the sheer amount of your pussy juice... and the front of your jeans begins to bulge, the denim stretching and pressing out. The zipper quickly gives up the fight, your panties snapping as a cock bursts free, thick and long and immediately spraying the air with long ropes of jizz, slinging it out to splatter to the tile floor.\n\nYour eyes roll up in your head as you begin mindlessly humping the air, completely overcome by the feeling of the battering, constant orgasms from both your pussy and your new prick. So overcome, in fact, that you barely notice as your shirt and jeans begin to grow baggy on you, fitting more and more poorly as your whole body begins to slowly, steadily shrink. All you can understand is that your huge cock and swollen, sodden cunt feel ever bigger and the sensations from them more powerful as they crash through your increasingly smaller body, your jeans dropping to the floor as your hips and legs grow too slender and small to support them, your pussy juices left to splatter to the tile and atop the pile of denim and torn panties as your shining pink pussy looks ever larger and more plump between your thighs.\n\nFinally the weight of your cock is too much for your tiny body, and you topple forward to sprawl on top of it, your fairylike legs forced to nearly do a splits around the fat, puffy lips of your gushing pussy. All you can do is mindlessly lick and rub at the top of your throbbing prick, even as you slide further and further down it, the immense shaft gradually becoming all you can see stretched out in front of you, as if it were miles of your own throbbing, cum-spurting flesh. You give one last soft gurgle of mindless pleasure as your now bug-sized body shrinks further and completely disappears into the pale, shuddering flesh between prick and pussy.\n\nYour entire senses are now taken up by being eighteen inches of shuddering, spasming, spurting cock with a sodden, swollen, slimy cunt at the base of it. You shudder and twitch as you lay on the floor, the spasms of constantly cumming settling down to a few small spurts, a puddle of girlcum behind you and various small puddles of jizz in front, with an empty pair of jeans and a t-shirt piled nearby atop discarded shoes and socks.\n\n"Well well well." You can't really hear without ears, but you still have the vaguest sense of a woman speaking and heels on the tile as someone approaches. It's just hard to process thinking about them through the sensations of your entire body being a constantly hot and ready to go cock and cunt. You shudder and give another spurt of creamy jizz as warm, perfect fingers wrap around you and easily lift you up, and a little bit of your consciousness is lost as a tongue flicks across your tip. "Don't you know, dear? It's important to follow instructions before taking medicine. Even little blue pills!"\n\n<hr>\n[[Game Over.|GGCandy1axEnd]]

Summoning a gynoid, you send it to retrieve Tifa from Misogybot Storage. A moment later the gleaming, faceless robot returns, the large-breasted, glassy-eyed woman beside her, breezy smile in place and big, latex-clad tits jiggling with every step.\n\n"Yes, Master? Do you want to use one of my worthless holes to get yourself off?" she asks cheerfully.\n\n"No, I've decided you're not even good for that anymore," you declare with a smirk. "I've decided you're literally and completely worthless, so I'm going to recycle you."\n\n"Oh, well that's understandable," she answers as easily as ever, a bit of arousal actually dribbling down her inner thighs as you tell her she's more pointless and useless than previously thought. "I hope that at least whatever you get out of recycling me is useful, since I'm just an unwanted sex toy." \n\n"Mhmm," you agree, reaching out to give those fat tits of hers one last fondle, before smacking her ass. "Alright, meat, up on the table."\n\n"Yes, Master," she answers dreamily, clambering up onto the glass-topped table and laying back placidly.\n\nYou pick up the control and hit the button to start the reclamation process. Immediately the robot armatures swing into action, moving into place to cut off Tifa's little latex outfit, spilling her tits free and baring her arms and legs. She just smiles at the ceiling, secure in the knowledge that at least she's being used in some manner by her owner, as robot arms tipped with needles move in and inject various parts of her body with their nanite payload. Her tits and hips shrink somewhat to more firmly fit inside a standard service gynoid chassis... which is soon being placed around her, more arms swinging in and clicking the firm high-impact plastic chesplate, hip-plate, and arm and neck pieces into place. From the moment the parts are fitted around her legs, the ring at the end of the bed whirs to life, glowing brighter and spinning slowly as it begins sliding up her body, energy crackling inside of it as Tifa's body beneath the plastic plates is transformed from flesh and blood to metal and servos. As it starts sliding up her chest, she beams up at you. "Goodbye, Master!" she calls happily, just before an arm settles the smooth white helmet over her head, moments before the ring passes over it.\n<<set $mbtifa to false>><<set $tifacomplete to false>>\nThe ring spins a few more times, then slides back to the foot of the bed and goes quiet, its glow settling. The new gynoid sits up, turns, and rises from the bed, moving to stand beside the one that escorted Tifa to reclamation. They're completely and utterly identical... if it was deployed on your orders or simply in the process of maintenance when you saw it again, you'd have no idea that it was once Tifa Lockhart (or a real flesh-and-blood player) at all. Not even if you had your dick inside its rubbery white fleshlight pussy. Smirking at that thought, you announce, "Gynoids, bend over the reclamation bed."\n\nMoving with the exact same posture, motions, and tempo, both gynoids turn, move to the bed, and bend forward at a right angle, arms stiff at their sides, not bothering to brace themselves. Chuckling, you sidle up to the one on your right, pulling your suit back from your cock and giving your stiff member a few light slaps against its molded plastic buttocks. Then you place the tip to the squishy white foam rubber that forms its pussylips and slide inside, stroking a few times, just taking in the feel of the contoured inner curves stroking over your flesh. Then you pull out and step to the left, sliding into the other gynoid's white foam rubber cunt... exact same feel, exact same contours. You laugh a little as you start pumping your hips, not bothering in the slightest to hold back when you feel like spilling your load into the service droid's literal cumdump a few minutes later. Stepping back, you bid them both depart, and they rise and turn, marching smoothly over to the wall. Two sections slide up, and they step in... you've already forgotten which one used to be Tifa by the time the wall sections slide back down over them.\n\n<hr>\nMisogybot Tifa has been turned into a gynoid. [[This reclamation is complete.|Capture-HabRec]]

Ah, a true classic. Though mostly out of association with the movie, you guess, which the cover is obviously cashing in on. You know somewhere the library has a bunch of Oz books in their more traditional covers and illustrations, but you actually don't recall if you've seen the original among them. Picking it up, you start to flip through it, only to look up at the sound of a soft 'boof'.\n\n"Oh, hey there Baron," you say with a grin at the sight of the big black dog. Normally the sight of such a big dog off the leash would be enough to startle you, but you've been to this library often enough over the years to recognize it's biggest donor's pet. Baron's a Great Dane-Mastiff mix, and his owner brings him by as a sort of 'library dog', theoretically to encourage kids to stay for the reading activities the library puts on, especially in the summer. Of course he's kind of big and imposing for that, but the good intentions are there, and he really is very gentle and calm, if a bit too regal in bearing and manner to be properly called 'friendly'. "What's up with you, huh?" you ask, reaching out to rub his head.\n\nYou jump a little when he turns and clamps his jaws around your wrist... it actually takes part of a second to realize his teeth haven't sunk in and he's gently, but firmly tugging at you. "Whoa, hey, what's up, what are you doing?" When a dog that big tugs on you, you kind of have to go, and you wind up dropping the book and half-stumbling along as he pulls you out of the shelves and towards one of the walls. "What's the big-" You stop and look over at the sound of tornado sirens spinning up. Wait, what? Is it the third Wednesday of the month or-\n\nYou give a shriek of surprise as a tree branch comes smashing in through one of the windows, followed by a howling torrent of wind that begins knocking books off shelves, and toppling several of the lighter shelves over entirely. Baron yanks at your arm again, making you stagger, and look towards where he's pulling you... an old bomb shelter from when the library was built. Hurrying towards it on your own, you stop at the sight of the college girl from the desk running by screaming, heading for the front doors. "Hey, no, this way!" you shout after her, but too late as the panicked woman rushes out into the open, almost instantly disappearing around a corner. Going after her would be suicide, and you're actually not sure Baron would let you, so you turn and hurry towards the entrance of the shelter. You heave the heavy door open, noting that the 'State of Emergency' labeled lights just inside are pulsing red, and Baron pads down the concrete stairs ahead of you. You grab the inside of the door and yank... but it's stuck! You haul on it several times, throwing your body backwards, but it doesn't budge.\n\n"Boof!" Baron half-barks from the bottom of the stairs.\n\n"I'm <i>trying</i>!" you shout back, throwing yourself backwards against your grip on the handle as you do. Just then the front doors shatter, a hard gust of air rushing in and apparently right into the space between the door and the wall. You give a yelp of surprise as the door swings shut, practically launching you over the stairs and down into the shelter, the door slamming as everything goes black.\n\n"Owwwww." At first you wonder who's complaining, then realize that it's you. Probably something to do with the ache in your head. You feel like you're lying on your front in the dark, and jump a little as something cold presses to your cheek, almost making you scream. Then the soft doggy-huffs alert you to the owner's identity. "Thanks, Baron," you mutter, then off as he drops something on your arm. Snagging it, you discover he's brought you a flashlight, and quickly turn it on. Looks like the bomb shelter's been repurposed as old book storage... wonder if that's up to code? Still, the emergency lights aren't blinking anymore, so you pick yourself up and head up the stairs. The door seems stuck on the first few tries, and you briefly feel a surge of terror at the thought of being trapped in here. What if no one comes looking?! What are you going to do, survive on cold war rations?! But at the second attempt of shoving your weight against the door, it swings open and you stagger out... -side. You stumble a little across bluish-green grass, then stare around at what was not supposed to be an exterior space. But here it is, a vaguely pastoral scene, with a village of smallish, dome-topped blue buildings. Entirely blue. Everything is painted blue. The wood parts, the stone parts (or is that just blue stone?!), the glass is tinted blue. The signs are all in shades of blue, with big perky script that makes everything look like a toy store, even though you're pretty sure that the place across from you is a butcher's shop.\n\n"What the actual monochrome fuck?" you murmur, staring around.\n\n"Language," booms a deep, vaguely English-accented voice from beside you.\n\nYou blink, looking over to that side, then to the other when you don't see anybody. Then you look down a bit... at the large black dog sitting there staring at you. "... You didn't...?"\n\n"I most certainly did," Baron replies in a mildly offended tone, before letting out a soft huff. "Hm. Well actually, so I did. My, that is something."\n\nYou stare at him, then turn around to look behind you. The bomb shelter from the library is resting on a battered hill... <i>just</i> the bomb shelter. Bricks are scattered around the base of it, and there's some vague hints of the pieces of the library it was attached to. "Oh my God, everything's blue, the dog's talking, and there's the picked-up-and-dropped building I was in. Jesus fucking Christ, I'm in Oz."\n\n"Language!" Baron barks in an outraged tone.\n\n"I'm in a fictional land with a desert that instakills you and a literal one man army, I'm entitled to some profanity!" you snap back.\n\n"Yes, well." Baron shifts a little on his haunches and lets out another huff. "Perhaps, but let's avoid the blasphemy, shall we?"\n\nYou let your arms slump and dangle, staring at him flatly. "You're a dog, what do you care?"\n\n"Well. Dog spelled backwards is 'God', so consider it a bit of professional respect."\n\nYou stare a moment more, then rub at your eyes with your fingertips. "Yeah, I'm in Oz, alright, that's totally where people would think a line like that makes sense."\n\n"I'm not sure whether to be insulted or complimented," Baron muses aloud, flicking one ear.\n\nOkay, so... maybe you fell down the stairs, broke your head open, and this is all some kind of dream you're having as you bleed out. But whatever it is, you've got to deal with it. So far, you are sort of following the narrative of the Oz book that was made into the movie. If so, that means there might be some squished witch nearby... probably a bit more gruesome with a brick and cement bomb shelter dropped on her than a little old dustfarmer's cottage. If things keep going to standard, some bimbo in a frilly dress is going to show up and from there everything will <i>rapidly</i> spiral out of your control.\n\nOr... you could throw a wrench into that and take off on your own. If this really is Oz, according to the books at least, it's an actual, physical place on Earth. Which means that screw the fancy shoes, if you can find some way past the Deadly Desert and over the mountains, you can get back to the normal world and get home. Just... doing those two things is the hard part.\n\n<hr>\n[[Take off.|GGOz]]\n\n[[Follow the plot.|GGOz1x1]]

*<b>Main</b>: Holly can [[give in|HollyNov3x2]] when hit with the full force of the strange boy's smell.\n-Update 2-\n*<b>Main:</b> Cyan has a new starting option where she can meet up with her friends directly.

"We need to actually get inside the city," you decide, musing aloud as you stroke Wick's back. "Not only to have a better chance at finding some loot to make off with and getting access to it, but so we can figure out where everything is and get an idea of their defenses, what they might send after us. Unless either of you has a better scrying spell?"\n\nMeridia shakes her head, and Liyal hesitates before doing the same. "The one I used is the most subtle one, anything more guided would almost certainly be noticed since I think I saw a few shamans," the witch replies. "You're right, if we want to actually know what it's like in there, we'll have to go inside."\n\n"Okay, so we go in, take a look around, s'easy," Kama grunts.\n\n"Use your head as something other than a place to keep your horns," Liyal snorts, punching the Tiefling on the arm. "Every non-Beastman we saw was a slave. We can't just roll up as a bunch of adventurers looking to visit the shop, they'd all grab us and have us in shackles in a minute."\n\n"Like ta see 'em try!"\n\n"Well I wouldn't, it'd just waste a bunch of time, right?" you interject, soothing the barbarian a bit. "So we need some way to actually go in without it being a big deal."\n\n"Hm." Meridia strokes her chin. "I do have some spells we could use. A few. Such as one that will turn any animal into something so like a Beastman it's likely they wouldn't notice the difference."\n\nKama snorts some at that. "What, you're gonna recruit some squirrels? A parrot? The horses?"\n\n"I was thinking of sending some of the horses, yes," Meridia replies placidly. "But primarily..." She gestures to you.\n\nYou blink... then glance down at the black fox staring up at you. "Oh! Hey, right!"\n\n"Of course we'd probably need a bit more than that, but it's the formation of a plan. The other possibility is that I can transform one of us into one of them, and that one can go inside to do the recon."\n\n"Just one?" Liyal asks.\n\n"Mm, well, if we want to get it done today," Meridia admits. "If we wait until tomorrow, in the morning I can prepare my spells so that I can have enough duration and enough preparations that all of us can go. Although that would wind up using up most of my spell power for the day, I wouldn't be much use if there was combat."\n\n<hr>\n[[Make some infiltrators out of animals.|GGWar]]\n\n[[Go yourself.|GGWar]]\n\n[[Wait until tomorrow and everyone go.|GGWar]]

Obviously you need to go see the person who sold you the stuff that did this. You find a pair of loose black denim shorts (very not your style, that was a Mom "But you like that punk stuff don't you?" purchase) to wear over your stretched panties, add one of your usual shirts, and head back out to the candy shop.\n\nYou hear the shop girl's voice call "Welcome!" as you walk in, and hurry over to the counter. She blinks a bit at the sight of you, then smiles brightly. "Well! I don't usually expect to see someone back so soon! But it's nice to see you again, what can I help you with today?"\n\n"Uh, hi, yeah," you answer, squirming a bit in place. "It's... about that candy you sold me yesterday, I sort of had... an issue with it that I needed to ask you about."\n\nThe woman looks you up and down, gaze lingering on the baggy shorts you're wearing as her eyebrows quirk. "Aha. I think I know what that issue might be. Probably best if we go into the back area to talk about it dear."\n\nTrailing along after her, you follow Tandy into a room that looks like it's set up as some sort of lounge, with a couch and a few chairs around a table, on which sits a tea set. "My name is Tandy, by the way," the woman notes as she settles down and, despite the lack of prep, picks up the teapot to pour herself a cup. What comes out is bright red and faintly smells like... jolly ranchers?\n\n"... Cyan," you mutter, squirming some more. "... Look, this may be hard to believe, but-"\n\n"Let me see it," she answers placidly, with a small, knowing smile, lilac eyes glittering. \n\nYou open and close your mouth several times, your face and ears turning red, before you let out a sigh and start unbuttoning the shorts. You let them drop to the floor, glancing away as you lift up the front of your shirt to give a clear view of your blue panties stretched over your cock and balls.\n\n"Oo my you did develop a nice one, didn't you?" Tandy coos appreciatively, making you quickly drop your shirt back down... partly because you can feel your cock stirring a bit from the way she's looking at it. She takes a sip from her teacup, looking thoughtful. "Mm. Let me see though... assuming you don't live too far away, didn't wait until today to try the stuff... jerked yourself silly, didn't you?"\n\n"W-what does that have to do with it?!" you blurt, though you've got to figure your blush answers in the affirmative. \n\n"Didn't you read the warning on the front of the bin, dear? It's only meant for a couple of uses, after that you're supposed to restrain yourself and let it disappear in an hour or so. Use it too much, your body becomes acclimated to it... it not only feels having a dick is normal, but will gradually raise your libido. Of course, it's quite possible to learn to live with both of those things." She smiles sweetly, bringing a hand down and flinging the front of her dress aside, revealing a long, thick cock laying limp across her creamy thighs. "But you'll be stuck with it for quite awhile at this point."\n\nYou stare at her cock, feeling your mouth start to water, your own prick swelling in your panties and your nipples trying to drill holes in your shirt. Then you swallow, shaking your head, forcing yourself to remember the bit about enhanced libido. "I... s-so how long?"\n\n"A year. Maybe more. And that's assuming you don't cum with it any more," Tandy says with a sigh, sipping more of her drink. "A difficult proposition for anyone, let alone a hormonal teenager."\n\n"I... I mean, what are my other options?" you ask, becoming increasingly distracted as not only does your cock begin to stretch out your panties, tenting them further and further, but despite Tandy's calm and easygoing manner, her own prick has begun to thicken and rise in her lap.\n\n"Well. I do have something that might work. They're an experimental candy of mine... but very expensive to make right now," she notes, finishing off her drink and setting the cup back down. As if it were the most natural thing in the world, she wraps a hand around her cock and begins lightly stroking it. "You'd owe me a rather big favor for giving them to you, I think."\n\n"... Any other...?" you manage to ask, your voice coming out in a bit of a rasp, your lips parted with your panted breath.\n\n"You could give in," she coos, tongue flicking across her lips. "You could just become a horny shemale slut, eager to take cock and fuck bitches. It's quite the life, darling, and it starts by crawling over here on your hands and knees and sucking my cock."\n\n<hr>\n[[Self-control.|GGCandy]]\n\n[[Experimental candy.|GGCandy]]\n\n[[Give in.|GGCandy5x5]]

Giving in to the desire coursing through your body, you yank off your t-shirt and shove down your panties, kicking out of them. Down to nothing but your socks and sneakers, you drop to all fours and crawl towards Tandy, panting needfully, your cock swaying under you with your motions. You make no attempts at technique or buildup, you just want that cock in your mouth now, and you wrap your lips around it and begin bobbing your head eagerly, working down hard and trying to force your throat open around the smooth, stiff length. Tandy apparently has no problems with your ambitions... indeed she rests a hand on the back of your head, and with the lightest shove pushes you down to hilt in your mouth, her balls resting against your chin and her shaft bulging out your throat. \n\nMoaning muffledly around her prick, you reach a hand down to your own cock, jerking yourself frantically as you fuck your mouth and throat on Tandy's stiff prick. Cooing, the blonde pulls down the front of her dress, spilling her huge tits free, starting to knead one with one hand. "Thaaat's right, feels so good to just give in, doesn't it?" she moans, tongue flicking along her lips as she looks down at you. "Over time you'll learn that giving in and letting yourself go wild is the best part of having control, mm?"\n\nYou don't know about that, all you know is that you want to fuck her, you want to be fucked by her. You wiggle your ass in the air, trying to fuck forward against your own hand as your cock throbs. Tandy moans loudly as you start sucking even more eagerly at her cock, squeezing her breast more firmly, a little squirt of white spurting out of her thick, puffy nipple. Letting her tongue loll out, she starts focusing on the area around her nipples, using both hands to milk more of it out. "Mmm, that's right, suck my cock, suck it all the way down, I'll give you the first load of cum that'll start turning you into a proper shemale slut-stud, darling..."\n\nYou're not given much time to figure out what that means before Tandy gives a sweet cry, her cock shuddering and starting to shoot thick gobs of cum almost directly down your throat. It seems to hit your stomach and start flowing outward in waves of pure pleasure, and your eyes roll up in your head as your own cock starts shooting thick blasts of white all over the floor. With every shudder of Tandy's cock that sends another splash of cum into your belly, your body changes a little bit more, your legs growing longer and curvier, your ass and hips rounding out with a layer of extra padding, your hair growing longer and wavier, the blue tips growing deeper and continuing to run halfway up your hair even as it falls around your shoulders almost to the floor.\n\nTugging you up and off of her cock, Tandy hauls you up to sit sprawled on the couch before sliding to the floor herself. She slides down, her tongue swirling around your balls, teasing them and sucking one into her mouth, lilac eyes focused on your face as she moves up to drag her tongue up the underside. But her oral attentions are apparently only in passing, as she slides further up and pushes your legs up. Her huge tits mash against your face, surrounding you in their perfectly firm-soft expanse even as you can feel her cock starting to push into your ass. Crying out in pleasure, you find one of her plump nipples sliding into your mouth, practically filling it up as you start sucking hard. Something thick and sweet like candy cream filling starts flowing across your tongue, making you gulp it down eagerly as Tandy starts pumping her cock hard and fast into your ass. With every swallow of Tandy's thick candy-milk, your own tits swell up, growing just a bit more with every gulp, bigger and bigger until they're pressing up against Tandy underneath her own, your slightly bent position meaning that your own cock is rubbing against the underside of your tits a bit.\n\nWhen Tandy finally thrusts deep into you and starts filling you with her load, your own cock goes off again, spattering thick cum against the undersides of your breasts, even up between them to get on Tandy's. Cooing, the blonde slides down, slipping out of your ass as her tits press against yours and then wobble beneath them, then back up, smearing the cum all over both sets of massive mammaries. Slipping back a little, she releases your legs, allowing you to sit down properly before turning to face away from you. She slowly lowers herself down, with you wasting no time in aiming your cock at her pucker, the blonde moaning loudly as your cum-smeared prick pushes open her tight ass.\n\n"Ohhhh fuuuuck," you groan loudly, any questions about whether this was the right thing to do disappearing at the feel of that hot little hole squeezing all around you. Tandy works and rolls her hips around as she gradually settles down on you, her balls resting against yours as her full, round ass presses into your lap. Then she begins riding you, fast and hard without a care for buildup, the shop owner squealing delightedly as her tits and cock bounce with her motions. Your own enlarged tits shake with the impact of her ass against your hips, your hands squeezing her round hips and yanking her against you all the harder. It doesn't take all that long before you're yanking Tandy down on your lap, spurting another thick load, this time deep into her ass, Tandy moaning and firing her own load forward, enough of it hitting the teaset that one of the cups winds up half-full of her cum.\n\nAfter that the two of you sixty-nine, fat tits pressing against each others' bellies as you gulp down one another's fat cock and play with the other's balls. Then you ride Tandy's cock cowgirl style, leaning forward with your hands on her tits, kneading and milking them so that they're already covered in white goo even before you add another thick load of jizz to them. Then Tandy lays you on your back on the couch and fucks your throat, her balls slapping against your face as she kneads one of your fat tits with one hand while jerking your cock off with the other. That and a dozen other enthusiastic, tireless positions and perversions before you finally sink into exhaustion and pass out.\n\nWhen you come to you find yourself laying on the couch, surprisingly clean considering you don't exactly recall going to shower before falling asleep. Blinking, you sit up and look down at yourself, staring at the state of your body without the haze of lust clouding your mind. You look... older, with a body built for sin and big fat tits to go with your big fat cock. You pull some of your hair over your shoulder to look at it. "... Well this part's awesome," you note without hesitation.\n\nAbout that time the door at the back of the lounge opens and a new person walks in. She has pale hair, rather short and heavily rumpled, as well as pale eyes and pale skin, albeit in different shades, her eyes almost silver and her skin almost porcelain. She's wearing an off-the-shoulder sleeveless white shirt that hugs up against her own pair of large tits, and a snug, shiny black miniskirt. "Hey," she says, her voice rather monotone. "Now that you're awake, Tandy wants to talk to you. So come on back when you're ready." She pauses, then points at her own face, adding in the same lackluster tone, "I'm Mandy, by the way. The assistant."\n\n<hr>\n[[Go with Mandy.|GGCandy5x6]]\n\n[[Rape Mandy.|GGCandy]]

Brief thoughts of bending Mandy over something and shoving up that tight skirt flit through your head, but you manage to suppress them, though your cock stirs briefly. Clearing your throat and doing your best to seem casual, you nod. "Yeah, sure." You stand up and follow after her, trying to get used to the feel of your tits bouncing and cock wobbling around with every step as Mandy leads you into the back area.\n\nIt seems to be a nice little open floor plan apartment... not super fancy but rather nice, all told. There's definitely a 'primary colors and slightly childish' aesthetic to it that you suppose befits someone that's passionate about candy. Tandy's sitting in a chair designed to look a lot like a gummi bear as you come in, and stands up, sashaying over with a bright smile on her face. "How lovely that you're awake, Cyan! Your body seems to have adapted beautifully... and you even had the self control not to molest my darling Mandy!" Tandy leans over, affectionately rubbing her cheek against Mandy's, the pale woman not so much as blinking. "Believe me that can be quite the feat, I'm not sure how I resist molesting her half the time myself. Anyway, let's have a seat. I imagine now that you're a little clear-headed you have a lot weighing on you."\n\n"I guess you could say that," you answer, your tone dry as Tandy settles back into her red gummi-chair and pulls Mandy to sit sidesaddle in her lap. You glance around, then ease yourself into the green gummi-chair, mmfing a little at the slightly sticky feel of it molding against your back, ass, balls, and thighs. Trying not to become distracted by the almost lewd way the chair yields under you, you say, "I mean... what's really happened to me, what did you do?"\n\n"Well the changes already started when you overused your cock after taking the blue pill candy," Tandy explains, rubbing along Mandy's hip. "But imbibing the fluids of a shemale witch like me pushed you much further towards something like... well, like me!"\n\nYou glance at her hat. "Witch, huh? So that's not just for show?"\n\n"Hiding in plain sight is sort of a specialty of mine," Tandy replies with a giggle. "But yes, I'm a witch. A particular kind of witch that draws power from bringing sex and lewdness into the world... think of it as a cross between a witch and a succubus. And that power has been awoken in you, with the changes to your body and mind."\n\n"My mind?" You blink. "Not just my body?"\n\n"Certainly. Think about it, you're taking all of this awfully well, aren't you? Not much doubt, or shock. And when you were out in the lounge, I'll bet when dear Mandy walked in, you thought about, say, shoving her to her knees and raping her throat, hm?" Smiling, Tandy tugs Mandy's skirt up, stroking her fingers over the other woman's bare pussy, Mandy's bland expression unchanging. "Why didn't you?"\n\n"Well, she said you were waiting, and I wanted to hear what you had to say, plus I wanted to have some self-control, and..." You trail off as you realize what was missing there.\n\n"Right right, nothing about her, hm?" Tandy laughs. "That's just the nature of what you are now dear, your brain doesn't process things quite the same way it did before. But I think it will work out for you... a whole new world is ahead of you, where you can become a powerful witch in your own right."\n\nYou nod slowly, leaning back against the gummi chair as you consider. You watch as Tandy, after several moments of stroking and fondling, shifts Mandy on her lap, having the pale woman straddle her, tugging her dress aside again to slide her cock into the woman's pussy and start bouncing her in a slow, easygoing rhythm, utterly unhurried. Almost thoughtfully you stroke your own stiffened prick as you watch them. "So how would that work, anyway?"\n\n"Well you could apprentice under me for awhile!" Tandy chirps, kneading Mandy's porcelain ass as the woman rides her, Mandy's face as impassive as ever despite the fact that her pussy is squishing wetly every time it thumps down on Tandy's fat prick. "Obviously I've based most of my spells, experiments, and power-seeking around one of my great passions in life, and whether it also became your passion or was simply a gateway to something more, there's a lot you could learn from me!"\n\n"I see," you answer with a nod, licking your lips a bit as you watch Mandy bounce on Tandy's cock. Obviously there would be certain other benefits to apprenticing under her... but then, it's also implied she'd have a certain control over you for the length of such an apprenticeship. "Or...?"\n\n"Or you could strike out on your own! I could give you some tools and study materials and items, and in return for getting you started and setting you on the path, you could help me out here and there while you make your way in the world. You know, sending me test subjects, granting me some of the fruits of your labor, that sort of thing." Tandy delivers a light slap to Mandy's ass, before adding, "Or you could return to your old life and learn there!"\n\n"Return to my...?" You glance down at yourself, then over at Tandy with a dry expression. "I think there are a few hurdles to that."\n\n"Psh, I'll give you a magic item that will create a kind of 'weirdness censor', no one will notice the change in your appearance," Tandy assures you, before grabbing Mandy's ass with both hands and yanking her down, obviously cumming in her. "I'd still want some sort of favor someday in return for the study materials, but nothing particularly huge or grand, and it would certainly give you the most opportunity to develop your own individual style! So what would you like to do, dear? I'm always eager to help out a new up-and-coming witch... one that wants to be friendly instead of rivals, anyway," she adds with a grin, hands slowly, gently kneading her quiet assistant's ass.\n\n<hr>\n[[Become Tandy's apprentice.|GGCandy]]\n\n[[Go on the road.|RoadWitch1x1]]\n\n[[Return to your life.|GGCandy5x7]]

You consider for a few moments, before taking your hand off of your cock and resting it on your thigh. "I appreciate the offer, but I think I'd like to ease into things. So if it's possible, I'd like to go back home for now."\n\n"Understandable." Tandy nods, then nudges Mandy, the pale woman swinging off of her and stepping aside, cum dribbling down her thighs as Tandy's half-hard cock flops against her belly. The blonde stands and moves over to the kitchen counter, patting a hand beside a stack of clothing and a burgundy-colored messenger bag. "I had these prepared for you, you can get dressed and head home when you like. Of course you might want to take care of that hardon so you'll fit into your panties," she teases, smiling. "Mandy, let her fuck your throat."\n\n"Yes Boss," Mandy answers flatly, sinking to her knees in front of you and opening her mouth wide, tongue poking out a bit. You quirk your eyebrows, then shrug, not one to pass up the offer since both of them seem fine with it. Gripping the sides of Mandy's head, you slide the tip of your cock over her tongue, then shove your prick down her throat. The silver-eyed woman doesn't so much as blink as you stuff her throat with your cock, only quagging lightly as you begin fucking her mouth as if it were her pussy, your balls slapping against her chin. It's sort of a unique experience to see someone so unruffled by having their throat bulged up by a massive cock getting pounded into it, so it's not long before you're shoving your hips against her face and pouring your load into her belly. You draw out after a moment, letting yourself revel in the relief instead of stoking yourself up again, allowing your cock to go mostly-soft as you rub it against her impassive face, smearing a mixture of spit and cum across her porcelain skin.\n\n"There you go, dear. Has a lovely mouth-pussy, doesn't she?" Tandy says cheerfully as you step over, smiling and nodding gratefully at her. You examine the clothes and find that they're almost identical to what you were wearing on your first visit to the shop. You pull on the black thong, expecting your cock to come spilling out of it, but finding that it instead melds perfectly to the shape of your shaft and balls, outlining them clearly. Pulling on the black jeans has them similarly molding against your newly curvy legs, hips, and ass, but once you've zipped them up and buttoned them, your crotch looks flat as ever. That's some handy magic, you muse as you pull on the t-shirt, which stretches over your huge tits and then hugs against your middle, leaving about an inch of bare skin above your waistline. You glance at Tandy as she offers a black metal ring inscribed with little gold runes. "Here, this will create the censor that will keep everyone from noticing the changes to your physical appearance. It does have limits, though... they might not notice the occasional bulge here and there, but if you go naked and they see your cock, well."\n\n"Thanks, Tandy," you reply, accepting the ring and sliding it onto your right ring finger.\n\n"The bag has a few books and tools, the one with the light brown leather color has beginner spells in them. I added some tabs and labels, you'll probably want to look at the one I labeled 'Jedi Mind Trick' on your way home," she says with a chuckle.\n\nIt's full dark out as you exit the store, and you pull out the little tome Tandy suggested and page through it as you walk home. It's obvious why she suggested the spell in question... it basically is something to redirect someone's thoughts. It can't make any huge changes or make someone do something they would normally almost never do, but the light amount of influence should be just what you need when you walk in the door and-\n\n"Cyan!" your mother snaps as she storms up to you. You blink, since the two of you are roughly the same height now (and you're better-endowed). True to Tandy's word, though, she doesn't say a thing about the changes to your height, or your figure, or your hair, and instead says, "Do you have any idea what time it is?! Where have you been?!"\n\nMentally focusing on the designs and concepts the spellbook explained, you state clearly and firmly, "But you gave me permission to be out earlier, there's nothing to be mad about."\n\nShe blinks a few times, then nods. "Oh. That's right. Why was I upset?" She shakes her head. "I'm sorry, dear, it must have slipped my mind."\n\nYou do your best to suppress a grin. ... Hm. There was a stronger version of that spell that you also looked over. Maybe you could use it to have some fun with this...\n\n<hr>\n[[Make your mother "apologize".|GGCandy14x1]]\n\n[[Don't push your luck.|GGCandy5x8]]

"So what's up?" Max asks as she follows you into your room. "What's this big deal you wanna show me? Is it related to your sudden bad fashion decisions?"\n\n"You could say that," you answer with a snort as you close the door. It's not your fault, sweatpants are just sort of a necessity now, and even then it's kind of hard to hide. Oh well, you're managing. You turn to your petite, purple-haired friend, then reach under your t-shirt. As she watches curiously, you fiddle with the binder you're wearing under it... and resist the urge to smirk as her eyes widen at the sight of your freed breasts seemingly expanding, pushing the shirt out tight and raising it up along your midriff.\n\n"Holy shit," Max murmurs, then clears her throat, looking annoyed. "So, what, did you just bring me up here to brag about the puberty fairy dropping her entire load of magic dust on your chest, or what...?"\n\n"Not fairy, but yes magic, and not all on my chest." You can't resist the smugness now as you push the sweatpants down and let them drop, revealing your half-hard equine cock. Max stares with a slack jaw as you start stroking it, moaning lowly as you urge yourself quickly up to full hardness.\n\n"H-how... how... what...?" the smaller girl squeaks.\n\n"Told you. Magic. Now, shorts and panties off and bend over the bed."\n\nMax's face flushes bright red, and she opens and closes her mouth several times as if to voice some outrage. And then... she starts fumbling with the button of her baggy black denim shorts. A moment later, they hit the floor, followed by the pair of purple panties she was wearing under them. You're not sure what it is... maybe some leftover magic from your little VR experience, or maybe just the sight of such a huge horsecock jutting from your lap as some kind of symbol of authority, but every single person you've brought up to your room and shown it to has obediently bent over the bed and presented themselves at your command, just like Max is doing now, lifting her pert little ass up high.\n\nShe shivers and grips fistfuls of your sheets as you move up behind her and begin lightly slapping your stiff shaft against her buttocks. "It... it'll never fit," she almost breathes in protest... though even she doesn't sound so sure if she's protesting you trying to put it in her, or that she won't be able to take all of it.\n\n"It'll fit, every last inch," you coo at her. After all, it fit in Leslie's sodden hot snatch, and in Kev's tight squeezing ass, after all. You smirk some as you rub the flared head up and down Max's bare slit, watching her shiver and wiggle in response, feeling her get hotter and wetter against you with every second. Whatever magic that crossed over from that superrealistic virtual environment, apparently the perverted version of Twilight Sparkle there had an amusing way of phrasing her intentions for you once you got back to the real world. You lean forward as you sink inch after inch of horsecock into your friend, listening to her whimper and moan, feeling her already starting to cum around you, and whisper in her ear:\n\n"I'm gonna do you hard, Homework."\n\n<b>Cyan's Porno</b> end - <i>Lots and lots of homework</i>

Trying to catch your breath, you sit up some and prop yourself up on your hands, staring down at the half-hard thing jutting from your lap. It's real... as if just having jerked it to two orgasms hadn't proved that. You lift the front of your panties and peek down... the balls are too, albeit as smooth and hairless as you usually keep your crotch. (What? You like panties with slim fronts.) Rubbing some fingers between your legs finds no hint of your pussy, just largely smooth skin. You let the panties snap back, wincing a little as you realize you should be a little more careful with that now.\n\nYou look over at the bag of candy. Eating one... it really gave you a cock. ... Blue pills. ... Dammit! Smacking a hand to your face, you keep it there for a moment as you realize how sticky and gooey it feels. Sighing, you pull it away, lookiing at the glistening smears all over your fingers and palm. Okay, obviously you have a situation here, but before you do anything else, you really need a shower and some fresh clothes. You feel... really thoroughly sticky. Actually thinking about it causes your new cock to stir a little, and you blush. Yeah, probably good to get cleaned up ASAP.\n\n<hr>\n[[Go now.|GGCandy]]\n\n[[Wait a little while.|GGCandy5x2]]

Wait. Your mother is still downstairs, you're fairly sure. You're lucky she didn't hear you or walk in on you something already, you don't want to think of the sort of questions you'd have to answer (and can't) if she saw you heading to the bathroom with your cock out. You do your best to clean up with some tissues and slip under the sheets, shifting to do your best to make your condition less obvious just in case she does walk in.\n\n"Cyan! I'm leaving now!" you hear after a few minutes. "Do you need anything before I go?"\n\n"I'm good Mom!" you call back, trying to keep the eagerness for her to be gone out of your voice. "Thanks!"\n\n"Alright, honey, love you!"\n\nYou let out a sigh of relief once you hear a car door slam and the sound of the engine starting, tires rolling on pavement as she pulls out of the drive and away. Tossing the sheets aside, you pull off your shirt and wiggle out of your panties, trying to ignore the weird feeling of your cock shimmying back and forth limply with your motions as you pad naked down the hall to the bathroom. You start the shower, and pause for a moment to look in the mirror while it warms up. It's actually kind of weird how... natural... it looks on you, even with your perky B-cups and obviously feminine slender build. It's almost... girlish. For a dick. Looking at yourself actually seems to cause it to stir, and you blush as your nipples stiffen as well, realizing you're getting turned on just looking at yourself.\n\nYou quickly hurry to get in the shower, trying to ignore your now fully hard cock as you start rinsing the cum off of your face and chest. 'Maybe it's just temporary,' you think. 'It'll wear off, right? Whatever was in the candy will wear off.' Still, it's hard to focus on thinking that when your cock is practically begging for some more attention. It's not driving you nearly as crazy as before, but it does ache a little, as if pleading with you to take the pressure off.\n\nMaybe... you should...\n\n<hr>\n[[Enjoy it while it lasts.|GGCandy5x3]]\n\n[[Don't mess with it.|GGCandy13x1]]

Giving in to the urge, you reach down and wrap a hand around your water-slick shaft, starting to pump it. Moaning, you lean the other hand against the shower wall, feeling the water strike the back of your leaned-forward head and run down your back, dripping along your sides and hips and down your sack as it jostles from your motions. At a fleeting thought you reach out and hit the plunger on a container of body wash, grabbing your cock again with a palmful of blue goo. The soap slips out from between your fingers and splatters on the shower floor as you stroke yourself to a literal lather, your hand pumping smoothly over your soap-slick prick with audible squelching noises below your moans.\n\nGasping and moaning and tossing your head, you stroke yourself off until you're firing long ropes of milky white against the shower wall, the heat and moisture in the air already starting to thin them out and have them trickling down the tile as they hit. Panting, you step back and let the spray of the shower hit your cock as you slow down your stroking of it, washing away the dribbles of cum still oozing out of it as well as the suds from the body wash. Oh yeah... oh yeah you're gonna enjoy this while it lasts.\n\nYou spend the next several hours making good use of your new cock, or at least as good a use of it as you can make on your own. You're pretty sure there's something funny up with how you never seem to get tired, needing little but some stroking and imagination to get hard and ready to go again, but you're not complaining. Laying in your bed stroking yourself and playing with your tits, sitting in front of the computer and watching porn from an entirely new perspective, slipping an egg vibe up your ass as you sprawl out and stroke your shaft and play with your balls, you spill load after load from your eager prick.\n\nEventually you realize your parents will be home soon and rush to clean up your room and take another quick shower. Picking out the pair of panties you feel most likely to hold everything in place and a pair of loose shorts, you add an overly long baggy black t-shirt before they get home, doing your best to stay calm and act normal, which is harder to do when you're actually trying on purpose. You also find yourself kind of embarrassingly distracted every time your mother leans forward and you catch a flash of cleavage, or moves in front of you and shows off her ass. You've never thought of that before, but damned if you don't have to work hard not to think of it now, especially since doing so would give away the game.\n\nYou make an excuse to retire to bed early, turning out the light and crawling into bed, spending a few more hours jerking off, this time doing your best to keep quiet as you bite your lip and stroke your shaft, tilted on one side so you can push two fingers up your ass. But eventually exhaustion catches up to you, and you flop out and go to sleep, thinking 'Well, it was fun while it lasted, but it'll probably be gone in the morning.'\n\nInstead you wake up to morning wood, shifting a bit uncomfortably in bed and left to sneak down the hall very carefully to the bathroom, and figure out how to pee with a hardon. (That takes a few somewhat achey minutes.) Then you sneak back to your room, waiting until your parents leave to start a slower, almost worried masturbation session. Maybe it will wear off around a day after you took it? That was around mid-morning, so you've got another hour or two to wait... but the time comes and goes. An hour after, you're fairly certain that this isn't going away on its own. What do you do?!\n\n<hr>\n[[Go see Tandy.|GGCandy5x4]]\n\n[[Go see a doctor.|GGCandy]]\n\n[[Ask a friend for help.|GGCandy]]\n\n[[Just live with it.|GGCandy]]

Somewhat intrigued by the new age title clashing with the obviously aged tome, you pull <i>The Necessity of Change</i> over and open it up. As you'd expect of a particularly old volume, there are no acknowledgements pages or printing notes, it gets right to business with the first page declaring at the top 'Glory to Tzeentch!' ... Huh. Haven't you seen that name somewhere before? Maybe on the internet? It seems very vaguely familiar but you can't place it and don't feel like derailing your reading from the very first line to go off on a tangent. So instead you keep on reading as the book begins to expound on the glory of change for the sake of change, and the powers of magic and alteration.\n\nIt actually takes you awhile to notice one of the odder aspects of the book... the font keeps changing. You're fairly certain it's an actual font, probably from an old-time printing press, it's too neat and clear for hand writing. But if so they must have been subtly altering the letter plates virtually every few sentences, since it changes so gradually that you can't immediately notice it while reading. Only by flipping from the twentieth page or so back to the first is the change really noticeable. Shrugging, you continue on... so far it's mostly just a bunch of yapping about how all forms of change are to be sought after, how any change is good, how stagnation is worse than death. Gradually it begins to assert that the best and most desirable thing is chaos... pure, utter chaos, creating a constant churn of change with nothing ever the same from moment to moment.\n\nAt first it was all just rather speculative and philosophical, and the only reason you kept reading was because everything about the book says that it's antique, and yet the anarchistic philosophies it broaches are definitely at odds with the era it looks like it was printed in. But as you read on it begins to get to what you suspect is the point... a prediction of the Time of Change, that will start right here, in Helmuth, by the sounds of it. 'Finally, a bit of authentic local myth,' you think smugly, reading on. The author continues to go into great detail about how the Time of Change will be a wonderful era full of chaos where not even biology or physics is the same from day to day, and then begins to expound on when the Time of Change will arrive. All very generic things, obviously... the castle of the ruler of a great nation will be engulfed in flames, a plague brought about by cruelty upon an emerald land, eighty-six shall die in fire while the great city celebrates outside, the whole world shall plunge into a war brought upon by court jesters playing at assassins...\n\nThe last gives you pause. The whole world plunged into war... it's not like no one ever came up with the concept before, but the specific mention of the assassins acting like court jesters sounds a lot like the hamhanded and ridiculous assassination of Archduke Ferdinand that essentially kicked off World War I. The realization makes something tickle in your brain, and you look at the previous mention... the Windsor Fire in New York City? Feeling a rush of cold down your spine, you continue reading. The analytical part of your brain insists that the events you're describing can't be actual predictions, it's all just vague nonsense that your brain is leaping to confirmation bias on once you clicked a few real-life events to the pattern. And yet, it keeps getting more and more specific, the predictions less and less vague, the numbers and even dates more exacting, all of it overlaid with the idea that all of this order, all of this following some grand design is just a buildup to unleashing the Time of Change.\n\nYou stare at the next page as you turn it, finding yourself reading the last line of the predictions over and over again. 'And he shall speak with charm and smiles, and make promises of hope and <b>change</b>. Eight years will he reign, and when he has descended the throne, soon shall follow the Time of Change.'\n\nYou swallow hard, tongue nervously flicking over your lips, as you let your eyes shift slightly to the right. It looks like there's roughly a quarter of the book left... what could possibly be in it?\n\n<hr>\n[[Refuse to read.|WilmaLibrary]]\n\n[[Read on, but reluctantly.|WilmaLibrary3x2]]\n\n[[Read on eagerly.|WilmaLibrary]]

Since they apparently armed and armored you when they hijacked you, time to show them what a bad idea that was from start to finish. You snatch the gun out of the holster at your hip and point it at the green-skinned guy. "Alright, listen you, send me back to Earth <i>right now</i>, or I'll blow your head off or melt you into a puddle or whatever the hell this thing does!"\n\nHe shakes his head sadly, 'tsk'ing softly under his breath. "Youths today. Where did they go wrong?"\n\n"Oh now that is just-" You blink as red text reading 'Blaster deactivated' suddenly flashes on your helmet HUD. "What?"\n\nSomething slams into your side just below your arm with all the force of a well-filled water balloon and sends a tingling sensation like a strong static shock spreading through your entire body. You topple over, twitching and spasming, and your vision fuzzing and blurring as the sensation reaches your head.\n\n"Thank you, Ydoncha," you hear the man's voice say, tinny and warbling.\n\n"I just <i>love</i> saving your life, Captain," you can hear the woman reply in an up-and-down register with a bass drop right before you pass out.\n\nYou awaken with a gasp and a lurch to find yourself laying on a padded shelf, in a small room without much other than said shelf in it, one wall nothing but a slightly blue-tinted wavering blank that shows a hallway outside. You look down at yourself... you're wearing a snug white tanktop and loose orange pants, and can feel something around your neck. Touching it with your fingers finds that it's a smooth silver collar without any apparent breaks or fastening devices.\n\nAs you're trying to decide how to process all of this, a middle-aged woman with purple skin, green hair, and solid gold eyes, wearing what looks like a very standard skirt-suit, walks in front of the obvious force field and turns to face you. "Miss LaChance, I am Edwina Ekchisarak, your assigned public defender. We'll be going to your trial here in a few moments so I'd like to discuss that with you."\n\n"W-wha? Trial? A few minutes?!" You stand up and rush to the field, at the last moment deciding against touching it in case it's one of those kinds that shocks you. "Don't we have to, like, go over my defense or something?!"\n\n"Your defense is simple, obvious, and requires no elaboration. That being that you didn't think to read or check the print inside the bag that you bought before putting on the suit and effectively signing your contract, and that you were under extreme emotional duress when you pulled your gun on a Space Ranger... a superior officer, at that, since you hadn't formally turned in your resignation at that point. All of that has already been made clear to the ruling panel and taken into account, and the most severe penalties have already been taken off of the table. There are really only two ways forward, at this point."\n\n"What do you mean, only two? I just want to go home!"\n\n"I realize that, but there is virtually no way that is going to happen. There is an extremely, extremely small chance you could convince them to do so, but the more likely result is making your situation worse. That is why I urge you to plead guilty to the charges."\n\n"Plead guilty? Seriously?!"\n\n"Yes. If you plead guilty, the judging panel has agreed to send you to a low security rehabilitation world. You'll serve out your tour of duty there... five years... after which you'll be discharged and paid your accrued salary, minus a small monthly fine. The amount should still be enough to afford you a transport willing to take you to this 'Earth' and drop you off. It's an extremely good deal and I've already worked very hard to set it up."\n\nYou brood on that for a few moments, then ask, "And if I plead not guilty?"\n\nShe sighs. "If you plead not guilty, the best I can really do is re-state the circumstances that the judges already know, but without the contrition of a guilty plea. I suppose it's theoretically possible the judges might change their minds if they see that you are a relative youngling, but most likely you will be sent to a medium security prison facility for anywhere from five to ten years. You can also make other arguments, but I highly advise against that... the judges have extremely broad discretion in these matters, since you are still technically a member of a military agency under their purview. However, I am ultimately your lawyer, and I must accede to the whims of my client. So, if I may ask, what are your intentions?"\n\n<hr>\n[[Plead Guilty.|GGSR5x1]]\n\n[[Plead Not Guilty.|GGSR3x3]]

"Alright then, enjoy your new system." He nods, though you could swear he gives a slightly knowing smirk before he saunters out.\n\nWell whatever, honestly your mind's already on the computer. Though first you suppose you have to get your own out of the way. You spend a few moments transferring everything important to your external hard drives, shut everything down properly, and then disconnect things carefully... hey, you may be replacing it, but <i>what if</i>, y'know? Of course, once you open the box, you see that you have a little more clearing-away to do.\n\n'Man, that lady wasn't kidding when she said she'd up me to the deluxe package or whatever,' you think as you set up your new monitor and speakers, both with full LED lighting. You also find that it comes with some sort of VR setup, a helmet that includes... a bodysuit? Like an old sci-fi movie? Wow. In fact the packaging refers to it as a 'Virtual Dimension' system instead of virtual reality. Ah well, everyone's gotta set themselves apart somehow. New keyboard, new mouse, heck new cabling. And then there's that sweet-ass tower, awwww yeah. \n\nSoon you have everything set up and power it on. All the LEDs start flickering in an impressively realistic fire pattern of red, orange, and yellow, veeery nice. Plus it actually gets to the main OS screen with hardly any bootup sequence, practically 'press the button and it's on', now that's impressive. The interface is a little different than you're used to... it's similar to Windows before it went all 'we only care about mobile platforms now', but has a slightly different style to the menu and taskbar, but it's close enough that it's pretty obvious that you'll be able to use it with minimum difficulty. Nice!\n\nOf course you can't help taking a moment to install your preferred browser, import your settings, and all that, since it's the most vital thing. But oh hey, you notice that this computer comes preinstalled with some games that aren't just lame Solitaire and Minesweeper clones. Plus there's the VR thing to consider, looks like it has its stuff preinstalled.\n\n<hr>\n[[Check out the preinstalled games.|GGME]]\n\n[[Try the VR rig.|GGVR1x1]]\n\n[[Look around at the other stuff.|GGME]]

At this point, you decide to read the rest of the book mostly because you desperately want it to provide some measure of hope that this Time of Change can be averted, because your doubt that it's approaching is steadily vanishing from your mind. Unfortunately as you read on, you're horrified to realize that the book is now giving a succinct summary of someone's life story... your life story! A handful of specific events from your childhood and teenage years that all taken together could hardly describe anyone else, a description of your meeting Ted, Tanya, and Skinny, and it all ends with you sitting here in the library in Helmuth!\n\n'And she shall read the words, and emerge to look into the sky, and see the first of the stars to fall. And then she shall bear witness to the Time of Change with her own eyes, and those eyes shall be the last in the world to look upon it as once all saw it.'\n\nSwallowing hard again, you force yourself to continue, and discover that there really is some faint amount of hope. Apparently the followers of Tzeentch can't just sit back and wait for the Time of Change to happen, they have to take some specific actions at specific places and even at specific times to bring it about in its 'proper' form. The actions have to take place in conjunction with the alignment of certain stars and planets with Earth and other celestial bodies, and some furious searching on your cellphone indicates that the final celestial event marking the time for a ritual is roughly a week from now. You have one week to prevent the end of the world! Or at least, the end of the world as you or anyone else alive knows it!\n\nYou hesitate though as you look back over the descriptions of the places. If you're interpreting these right, they're all over the continent... to get to them in time to stop them all (because it looks like otherwise, they can still bring about some sort of cataclysmic event), you'd have to convince Ted and Tanya to hire the very fastest passenger jets, and other modes of transportation besides. You'd have to convince your friends that A) the apocalypse is real and coming, B) they have to help you stop it, and C) they shouldn't blame you because you're apparently part of the catalyst for it. Can you... can you really do that? Is it actually possible for four ragtag twenty-somethings and their big goofy dog to avert doomsday?\n\n<hr>\n[[Tell them.|WilmaLibrary]]\n\n[[Don't.|WilmaLibrary3ax1]]

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

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

"This is <i>BULLSHIT</i>!" you shriek, lurching forward and thrusting your fists towards the judges. "You fucking fascists, I'm not crazy, you're the ones that are crazy you fucking Big Military freaks!"\n\nEdwina reaches out to put her hands on your back as if to urge you to calm down, but you wheel on her in a rage and shove her to the floor, looming over her as she yelps and scrabbles backwards, strands of green hair falling free of her bun. "This is your fault, you incompetent bitch!" you snarl. "If you'd done your job and made sure they knew it was the gun's fault, this would never-!"\n\nYou're cut off as a shock passes through your body, making your throat seize and all your muscles twitch and spasm. You near-instantly drop to the floor, bucking and jerking for a few moments more, before it stops. As your consciousness starts to fade again, you can just barely hear the lead judge saying, "In light of the defendant's erratic display and assault on civilian personnel, the sentence is revised to a maximum security mental rehabilitation facility for a period of no less than three years."\n\nYou come to, feeling like you're laying on a thin layer of the marshmallow cream that's inside some snack cakes... soft, yielding, and a little sticky. The floor and ceiling are all white, with little gently-pulsing shades of color here and there in seemingly random places. You groan and try to sit up, only to find that when you try to move your arms to do so not much happens, and you're left to flop slightly. Forcing yourself to focus a little more, you look down to find that you're wearing something tight, shiny, and white... it is in fact so tight that it looks like you've been vacuum-sealed into it. It has long sleeves that completely sheath your arms, pulling them across your body under your breasts and behind you, apparently fastening to your back; your breasts are individually 'sealed', the material apparently thin enough and conforming enough that the shape of your nipples is visible. The top leaves your hips bare and goes down in a very thin strip between your legs... it's impossible to tell what it's doing in back since other than where it's actively restraining you, you can barely feel the stuff on you, leaving you with a feeling of simultaneously being tightly covered, displayed, and naked. Your legs and feet are bare, other than a set of thin metal bands with little black squares on one spot of them, one around each thigh and one around each ankle for four in all.\n\nYou also realize that your mouth feels faintly uncomfortable... not painful, or sore, just mildly uncomfortable. Trying to move your jaw yields the reason... you've apparently been fitted with some sort of facemask/gag combo. The facemask keeps your jaw from moving at all, while the gag fits not only in between your teeth but clamps lightly on your tongue to keep it from moving either. Your mouth has been effectively and completely immobilized. At least other than the straitjacket(?), your body doesn't seem to have been bound up, and after a few moments of simmering in anger, you manage to shove yourself over to the wall and work yourself up into a sitting position. Not that it does much but give you a different angle to look at the cell from, but at least you feel a little more accomplished. It looks like there is a door, just from the faint outline in the wall, and not too long after you've gotten into your sitting position, it slides open.\n\nA guy... at least you think it's a guy, he's lean and a bit androgynous... walks in. It's not surprising he's an alien... his skin and fluffy-looking hair are both similar shades of purple, and his eyes are a slightly more pinkish neon hue of glowing purple. He's wearing something that looks sort of like pale blue scrubs, albeit with a slightly sharper cut and a little glowing panel on the chest with the text 'Doctor' and his picture on it. "Good morning, Patient 8971!" he says in a chirpy tone. "Allow me to introduce myself and explain your situation. I'm Doctor Arbrite. You are at the Anzibi Psychiatric Prison where you will be for the next three years. You have been assigned prisoner number 8971, though of course we prefer to think of you as a patient! You will only be referred to by your number here... we feel it encourages you to leave all the expectations of your identity from the outside there, so we can really tackle the root of your problems!"\n\nWhile you continue to glare at him, he looks at the clipboard... though it's obviously more of a tablet of some kind. "Let's see... ruled to be mentally ill due to admitted inability to control violent impulses in the vicinity of potential weapons. My my, that is a tough one. And it seems you assaulted your public defender too... possibly some issues of inability to distinguish friend and foe there, that's a tough one too, it can make treatment a lot more difficult. But! Don't you worry, we'll do our best to get you sorted out! In three years you'll hopefully be able to go before the panel a changed sentient, and you won't get your sentence extended. Oh dear, your vitals just jumped. Here, let me shift that."\n\nHe taps the clipboard's surface, and you can feel the parts of the gag sliding off your tongue and teeth, then away from your mouth and parting along your cheeks, leaving you to gasp loudly... it wasn't interfering with your breathing at all, but somehow it feels like it should have been, and you can still feel it pressing along the line of your jaw and your cheekbones even as you snap, "You mean I don't even automatically get out in three years?!"\n\n"Oh heavens no! Three years is just your minimum sentence for the two instances of assault!" Arbrite says as cheerfully as ever. "But if at the end of that time it's judged that you haven't made sufficient progress with your mental health, your stay with us will be extended indefinitely until such time as you are judged safe to rejoin society."\n\nWhile you're sitting there stunned, he continues, "Of course, exactly how, where, and how enjoyable it is to serve that sentence is almost entirely up to you, and the progress you make. If you cooperate and show that you're working on conquering your issues, you can gradually be moved from this extended solitary confinement to more comfortable quarters connected to social and entertainment areas. The other option is that you can voluntarily undergo one of the various elective procedures we practice here, which would allow you to almost immediately be moved to the position of a trustee. You would become more like an employee with on-site housing than an inmate." He smiles a bit more at your blink. "Of course, the procedures are a bit more... radical... than more standard therapeutic methods, but we like patients to be involved in shaping their treatment, so if that's your decision, I can take you to the treatment center almost immediately."\n\n<hr>\n[[Do a procedure.|GGSR]]\n\n[[Refuse.|GGSR]]

"The gun, blame it on the gun," you murmur back quietly.\n\n"I... don't follow."\n\n"They handed me a weapon, right? It's only natural I'd use it to get violent and demand people do what I want," you insist. "They say that on Earth all the time, that guns just encourage people to be violent, and that's what happened, it's their fault that they gave me the gun!"\n\n"... Very well." Edwina clears her throat as she straightens up and addresses the judges again. "Your honors, on my client's homeworld it is culturally understood that an individual being in possession of a gun means that they are more likely to use it in a violent manner. My client therefore wishes to argue that by giving her a weapon, it is in fact the fault of Captain Commander that she threatened a superior officer... Captain Commander, in this instance... with it."\n\n"Deliberating upon your arguments." The judges sit back in their chairs, and you can see lights on their implants blinking at high speed. It takes about a minute before the one in the center leans forward again. "It is the finding of this court that the defendant is criminally insane, and should therefore be remanded to a medium security mental health facility for treatment and rehabilitation."\n\n"WHAT?!" you yelp.\n\n"To argue that access and opportunity to use violence equals an irresistable impulse to do violence indicates a mental abnormality in which the individual is already prone to violence, and therefore a threat to others with any item that could potentially be used to inflict violence. You are therefore being remanded to a mental health facility for diagnosis and treatment until it is judged that you do not associate the potential for violence with the certainty of violence, and are thus safe to mingle with other sentients." He presses a control in front of him, a loud and somewhat familiar <b>THOOM-THOOM</b> resounding through the courtroom.\n\n<hr>\n[[Grudgingly go along.|GGSR4x1]]\n\n[[Lose your shit.|GGSR3x5]]

You'll try the jumble shop. (And no you don't really care if it sounds pretentious you just think that's a cuter thing to call it than a junk shop.) \n\nYou're familiar with the area she mentioned too... Deviville itself put a lot of money into renovating an old shopfront district in hopes of attracting pretty, attractive, possibly upscale businesses to an area that might help pull in more tourists as well as encouraging the locals to spend money. You haven't really been since they finished it and a bunch of places moved in, so it will be a nice trip regardless.\n\nYou hop in the car and head over, and it does indeed look like a lovely little strip of shops and businesses and things. There aren't many people around, just a few scatterings here and there, but then it is the middle of the day in the middle of the week, that's probably to be expected. You find a parking space in a little lot that says it's free during business hours (essentially) and set off, enjoying a walk in the pleasant weather with birds chirping and the breeze blowing and the... cars occasionally going by, which isn't quite as pastoral but it is very normal. \n\nThen you pause about midway down the street, frowning as you turn back and forth. There are... two shops that look like they could match what you were told about? The obvious one is just called [[Jumble|Ther7x4]] in sort of goofy silly colorful letters on the window... just a little childish, you can't help but think. It does look very clean and orderly and uncluttered inside... but on the other hand it looks very clean and orderly and uncluttered inside. Not exactly the sort of place you'd go to find long-lost treasures, probably, unless they were lost in the nineties at the latest.\n\nThe other potential is a much older-looking place, or at least as old as it's possible for any of the renovated storefronts to look, but at the very least implying it's been there since well before that. It's sort of dimly-lit inside, and the front window is absolutely piled with boxes, crates, and little alluring glimpses of <i>stuff</i>, the sign above the door definitely looking like a polished-up old brass thing reading '[[Things You Need|Ther]]'. It looks dusty, and probably cramped, and potentially full of things to break nails or scrape knuckles on... but very inspiring of the discoverer's urge.\n\nYou look back and forth between them, trying to decide. Then your movements catch something out of the corner of your eye and you turn a bit more. ... Ooooo. There's a very appealing-looking shop called '[[Tandy's Candy|Ther]]' right there behind you! Not... why you came, but you suddenly realize that it feels like years since you had a single piece of candy that wasn't an after dinner mint at one of Honey's business get-togethers. Mmmm... welllll, it couldn't hurt to stop in, riiiight?

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

Sure, you can take up collecting things! And depending on what you decide to collect, you could wind up passing down fun keepsakes, or perhaps even find a nice investment for a rainy day... but, well, you suppose the important thing to do is to have fun and keep yourself occupied!\n\nOh my, Honey has really outdone himself too... your hobby fund isn't a vast fortune by any means, but it should definitely be enough to get you started on building up a nice little collection of...\n\n... um...\n\nOh, right. You need to decide what you're going to collect. Well, there are lots of things you could try that would be fun! Plenty of things that would be quite standard for a lady of your demographics, as it were. (Completely, blisteringly middle-of-the-road mainstream normal.) Heck, maybe collecting things would be a good chance to expand your range! Find some new interests! Get a little out there with it! And have some fun new things to talk with Honey about!\n\nBut also no need to go rocking the boat. It could be just as fun to collect something respectable and dignified! You guess? Er, either way, let's decide what to collect and see how it goes!\n\n<hr>\n[[Jewelry.|Ther7x2]]\n\n[[Records.|Ther]]\n\n[[Toys.|Ther]]\n\n[[Plushies.|Ther]]\n\n[[Movies.|Ther]]\n\n[[... Stuff...|Ther]]

Let's start off with the nice clean place just for today. The other one doesn't look like it's gone anywhere in the last century or so and is thus unlikely to go anywhere any time soon, and you don't really need the sugar of visiting the candy shop anyway. \n\nYou head inside and, as expected, it's pretty orderly. Not so regimented and orderly that it looks like some chain store at the mall, but definitely like they handle a volume and type of product that they can easily arrange and set out. It has about half of the feel of an antique store and half the feel of one of those secondhand stores that buys up people's old DVDs and books and toys and whatnot, and that's pretty much what it seems to be.\n\nThere's a young person behind the counter, looking like they're probably a student at nearby Deviville University to judge by both their age and, well, their 'Just DU it' hoodie. She greets you politely, and you go through the 'Oh just looking around' and then going ahead and specifying that you want to look at the jewelry since most of it seems to be in the glass cases she's standing behind. She assures you that she can get anything out that you like, and then you just both have to kind of ignore each other politely (read: semi-awkwardly) as you go around looking in the cases. \n\nHm, actually, there's a lot of really nice things. Pretty much as you expected, not a lot of them look like genuine antiques, and none look wildly valuable... in fact you're pretty sure some of these are probably from mall stores back in the nineties. (Wait, <i>does</i> that make them actual antiques now...?) But they all look clean and nice and wearable, and they're grouped together in sort of general aesthetic styles, and they're not very expensive.\n\nOh! There you go, that would be a lovely way to start off your jewelry collection! Just buy up a little cluster of these in the same style! Then if you decided you liked it, that could be your, you know, your <i>thing</i>! Your type of jewelry you go looking for and searching for, in more 'authentic' places like that other store! (At least until you get tired of it.) Perfect! Let's see, what are some of the looks they have...\n\n<hr>\n[[Spooky.|TherpireStart]]\n\n[[Egyptian.|Ther]]\n\n[[Fantasy.|Ther]]\n\n[[Alien.|Ther]]\n\n[[Goth.|Ther]]

Your name is Callista. You're twenty-four, and have been a martial arts enthusiast since you were a child. When other kids were taking Karate after school as a way to deal with bullies or kill time, you were trying to juggle Karate, Tai Kwan Do, and Jujitsu lessons. As you got older, you were able to find teachers in the less "mainstream" martial arts (not that you're some sort of fighting hipster, it's just that certain styles are more prevalent for teaching to twelve-year-olds), fighting in tournaments in college and joining the mixed martial arts circuit after.\n\nYou've worked hard to build a body that's suited to moving fast and fluidly and hitting hard and precisely. As such you've always avoided bulking up, developing a sleek, feminine musculature that's still obviously toned to perfection. You have very perky, almost conical C-cup breasts that a lot of women would die for and chiseled abs that a lot of men would kill for. Your skin is a natural tan, indicating your mixed heritage, and your brown hair has always grown quite fast... you generally cut it short during tournament season just in case (though most of the tournaments you go to tend to disallow hair-pulling), and let it grow long enough to put in a ponytail during the off season (such as now).\n\nCurrently you're not booked on any tournaments or tours, so are mostly doing body upkeep and style experimentation. But today you're sitting in your apartment, looking over some various offers your manager has sent you as possibly interesting.\n\n<b>[[Hell Kore|HellKoreStart]]</b>: From the name you'd write it off as some pathetic new upstart tournament trying to be "X-treme", but according to your manager it's a legit deal. Held out on a little island in Asia, it's supposed to be the ultimate mixed-styles tournament. You stare a little at some of the prizes listed. Your own weight in precious metals? A 1000 acre, fully-staffed, fully-stocked estate in China? <i>Immortality?!</i> That last has to be some kind of promotional joke.\n\n<b>[[Beach Volleyball|DOAStart]]</b>: Wait, what? You wonder if your manager sent you some other client's mail by mistake. But looking it over, it turns out that "Daddy Mac's Beach Volleyball Bash" is in fact aimed at female fighters. The deal seems pretty sweet on the surface... an all-expenses-paid vacation on a tropical resort island, and a cool million dollars just for showing up, and much bigger prizes for winning. You do notice that the signup form includes a contract agreeing to broadcast rights... must be why they can pay so much.

Oooo, yes, definitely, the girl with what's widely considered the best ass in video games, that's a must-do! You select Cammy, then force-select one of the stages you've included for her, 'The Doll Factory'. You immediately load into the level, a wide area of open floor with numerous machines and conveyer belts around. The 'audience' for this level are a number of girls in Cammy-like outfits, some cheering and posing, others simply standing blank-eyed and at attention. Off in the background, captive girls are being put through several of the machines, some of the moving parts hiding some machines at one point and revealing them at others, the captives going in as normal women from around the world and coming out wearing Killer Doll outfits and moving with military discipline. Of course, you did throw in a few lewd touches, slightly subtle ones that wouldn't be immediately noticeable on first playing the level. For one, a number of the girls are getting stripped graphically naked before being put through the conversion machines. Others are having their pussies and asses trained by automated servo-dildos while their minds are being erased by visor hookups. Still others are having their bodies reshaped into sex bomb figures either before or during the conversion process. All in all, a fun little level.\n\nCammy does her intro by dropping from above and doing a Hero Landing (very bad on the knees), rising to her feet and immediately putting up her dukes. The default Cammy model you have released for public use right now is the standard green one-piece, made out of latex and with a thong back and high hips, and tight enough to show the indent of her nipples and the cleft of her pussy... as well as all the other usual accoutrements, of course. "I'll take you down!" she calls, throwing a few punches and a high sweeping kick as part of her introductory phrase.\n\n"Let's get highly animated," you purr in response, leaning forward and putting a fingertip to your lips and wriggling your tentacles in a decidedly suggestive fashion.\n\nCammy blushes just a little at that, then jerks slightly in place as there's a raucous cry of "FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT!" from the Killer Dolls, apparently not having expected her fellow brainwashed soldier-girls to be quite so exuberant. Perfect, an opening~! You'll use your move-\n\n<hr>\n[[Mindfuck.|GG-FF-TZ-Cammy-Mindfuck]]\n\n[[Spitroast.|GG-FF-TZ-Cammy-Spitroast]]\n\n[[Overstuffed.|GG-FF-TZ-Cammy-Overstuffed]]\n\n[[Beautiful Balloon.|GG-FF-TZ-Cammy-BeautifulBalloon]]\n\n[[Matryoshka Dolls.|GG-FF-TZ-Cammy-MatroshkaDolls]]

Yeah, this isn't going all that well. Still, you offered, so with only a small sigh you say, "Yeah, okay," and stand up and, almost as an afterthought, snag and holster your pistol before heading back out of the room. \n\nThe orientation briefing covered a pretty decent idea of where everything is, so you head down the hall towards the shower area. As you expected when you get there, there's no indicators for a Male or Female section... in fact, it doesn't even have a door. You just walk in and there's the rows of cubbies and benches between them, and beyond that floor-to-ceiling silver cylinders with shower heads coming off of them. At least from a glance it seems to be all females in here at the moment, which you're grateful for as you find a spot to sit down and strip down. It's still a little embarrassing to know that the whole place is open to the hallway, and to be getting undressed around strangers, but.\n\nLike the stairwell, this whole place is meticulously and brightly lit, without so much as a shadowy corner in any part of the shower area. Still, you notice that the current occupants are mostly clumped up in the middle... they actually seem to be chatting and laughing like this was any gym shower, you wonder if they're as new as you are and just really adaptable, or if they've been here long enough for some of the horror to wear off. Either way, you guess your next decision is whether to just go ahead and pick a nearby shower to get this done with quickly, or go off towards the far corners to try and get some illusion of privacy.\n\n<hr>\n[[Center.|GGSR6x7]]\n\n[[Corner.|GGOri]]

Oh hey, you've heard the Miss Rider rhyme! Not really since you were a kid. Huh, you didn't know that was a local thing though. You guess you always assumed it was as common as Bloody Mary, which it's basically a spin on. It's been a long time since you heard the story, and you're kind of curious what sort of spin this group's writers have put on it, so you click the link.\n\nIt looks like a pretty long, comprehensive article, which is pretty cool since the versions of the legend you heard as a kid were pretty barebones... "Miss Rider's" mean old dad locked her in her room forever and ever, and one day she went crazy from the mean kids chanting under her bedroom window and burned the house down. (Kids being how they are, this story was always told with the most relish by exactly the sort of kids who would stand under some shutin's window chanting mean stuff.) And now her ghost would come and possess you and make you crazy too if you said the rhyme in front of the mirror at midnight. (Always midnight with these stories, huh?)\n\nBut the article actually seems to have researched it and... found out that there really was a Miss Rider? As in an actual person, Mary Rider. There's pictures and everything... well, not of her since she was, apparently, quite seriously never allowed out of her room, but of the house she lived in and some of her relatives, including a sour-looking bastard who's supposedly her father and who you can definitely picture locking someone in their room forever.\n\nBut apparently the guy had a screw loose in his head and was convinced that he'd be banished to extra double damnation Hell if he ever allowed his daughter to be "sullied". And so she was born in an upstairs room of the house, and there she remained her entire life, locked in. Apparently her mother was allowed to teach her to read and write (and presumably speak) but otherwise she wasn't even really allowed to look out, the shutters of her room were even nailed shut. And, apparently, the neighborhood kids somehow found out about all this and, well, instead of deciding it was horrifying and they had to do something, did indeed stand around under her window singing their mocking little song. People, man.\n\nOf course after that is where the article starts doing what you have to assume is a very liberal mixture of historical research and pure fantasy, since several parts of it definitely sound like more contemporary pop culture references. Because it seems that on her thirtieth birthday, Mary Rider came into her full powers as a witch (haaaaaa), and almost immediately in a flex of her powers set fire to the whole house. And supposedly as it burned to the ground, along with her parents screaming, there was the sound of Miss Rider singing her reply to the mocking rhyme that had plagued her all those years.\n\nAnyway apparently the older versions of the Miss Rider myth say that rather than generically Getting Got by Miss Rider or just outright driven insane, what summoning her would <i>actually</i> do is allow her to possess the summoner for a special Witch's Thirteenth Hour (holy Persona 3 Batman), where she'd go wild and do whatever she wanted in the name of having all the fun and experiences that she never got to have in life. Supposedly no one would remember anything that happened in the Thirteenth Hour, but people <i>did</i> still wind up being driven insane by what Miss Rider would have them do. Yeah, you can see how that story would be a little complex for ten-year-olds to grasp, remember all of, and recite back, thus it turning into just "she'll make you go crazy".\n\nWell... that was an interesting read! You think you're gonna... go MMO grinding, or maybe watch some anime now. Not because you're spooked or depressed or anything, just... y'know... ... because.\n\nYou wile away a few hours, then get cleaned up before your parents get home, have dinner, lounge around and watch a movie together, and spend more time on the computer before just stripping out of your jeans and shirt and flopping into bed in nothing but your dark purple thong, yawning. Somewhere in all of that you basically put Miss Rider out of your head, and she stays there until well after you've done your nightly chores in your gacha games before going to sleep.\n\nIt's really not until you've waken up in the night and shambled into your bathroom, peed, and started to shuffle back that the thought suddenly pops back into your head. You turn towards the mirror, waking up a bit more as you stare at your mostly naked form in the dim, lit only by the bit of computer lights and one little USB plugin LED from your bedroom. You eye yourself for a moment, then do go ahead and lean back into your room to peer at the clock. ... Just almost exactly midnight.\n\n... Honestly you feel vaguely compelled to do it, you think as you look back at the mirror again. Just to prove you're <i>not</i> scared and that you <i>don't</i> believe it. Clearly if you say it and nothing happens (which obviously it won't), you won't get creeped every time you think of it late at night from now on... right?\n\n<hr>\n[[... Yeah let's not.|GGUL]]\n\n[["... Miss Rider, Miss Rider..."|GGUL2x2]]

The girl Flopear seemed like she was closer, plus you're already facing that way, so you take off after her instead. You think you must be close, because you can occasionally hear the shuffling and rustling of plants ahead of you, and even the occasional thump of feet on the ground.\n\nYou burst into another clearing to see that the girl Flopear has indeed stopped and whirled around to face you, brown eyes wide. She'd probably come up to about an inch below your shoulder standing next to you, not counting the ears, though she's built sort of similar otherwise... pert round breasts, kinda big in the butt, otherwise fairly sleek. She's covered with pale golden fur, her face somewhat human in shape though still with distinctly rabbit-like features, and her otherwise floppy ears have apparently perked up in alarm at you having managed to get so close to her.\n\n<hr>\n[["Ha! Gotcha!"|GGUL]]\n\n[["I just want a picture!"|GGUL]]\n\n[["Don't be afraid!"|GGUL]]

You may as well get used to showering around others... assuming you don't die, you're going to have to be doing it for the next year, and clearly avoiding it as much as possible won't work if you don't intend to put your already rather touchy roommate in an even fouler mood. Walking over to one of the nearer cylinders, you spend a moment figuring out how to work the touchpad to turn it on, and mmf a little as lukewarm water hits you, with a slightly slimy texture... must have some of that rinsing stuff that you experienced back at the courthouse or whatever it was mixed into the initial bit of water. \n\nTrying not to look around too much, lest you be interpreted as staring, you start scrubbing your hair and wiping down your body. You're not really sure how much you could possibly smell since you really only did this a few hours ago, but then it was a few hours wearing coats and bodysuits, and if Veronka has animal-like senses to go with those ears and tail, that might be enough. You jump a little and almost slip when a hand suddenly thumps onto your shoulder.\n\nYou look up to see a very tall, very muscular woman leaning in over you a bit. Her hair is short and snowy white, and her skin is also pale white for the most part... but whether from the water or just naturally, it also sparkles and gleams like stone, with little subtle flashes and glitters of faint color inside, making her look like she's carved from wet opal. Her eyes are metallic silver, and rather blatantly roam up and down your body as she speaks. "Hey there, cute stuff. You're new, right? Just came in on the transports today?"\n\n"Uh, yeah," you answer, trying to keep your eyes on her face, rather than letting them wander down towards her very large breasts capped by shiny purple nipples, or to the incredibly cut ten-pack stomach she's sporting, lest it be construed as undue interest. \n\n"Lookin' at what, a year here I'm guessing?" At your nervous nod, she chuckles. "Yeah, year's standard for the nonviolent types or with what they call 'extenuatin' circumstances'. Me, I've been here almost three months, about to get my blacks tomorrow. Name's Shyn."\n\n"Cyan," you answer, since it seems expected of you. You're mostly concentrating on not squirming or looking away, since you somehow feel like a show of weakness would be a bad idea.\n\n"Well hell, that ain't even too far off, is it?" Her silver eyes glitter, then she leans in a bit more. "Say, you're that new here, you probably haven't made a 'friend' yet, right? Much better it be me than some guy or gal who hasn't even been here a month, or someone fresh off your own boat. Once I'm a FEAR I'll have privileges, ones I can share with my special friends. So how 'bout it, huh? You're real cute, kinda remind me of the Commander," she coos, bringing a hand up to brush aside some wet hair from near your ear. "You get down and give me a quick eating-out to seal the deal, and we'll be real good friends the rest of the time you're here."\n\n<hr>\n[[Accept.|GGSR]]\n\n[[Politely refuse.|GGSR6x8]]\n\n[[Angrily refuse.|GGSR]]

You're about as far from everything familiar and safe as you could possibly be... but you just don't feel like you have that level of quit in you. Something about the way the Commander says 'coward' just smacks something inside you and makes it snarl and snap. That's not going to be you. You decide to not even look at the small handful of other people that raise their hands and call out, nor at the more normal-sized suited figures that materialize out of the mist to round them up and lead them off. Two of them also pick up the crumpled, immobile form of the Hissian that collapsed... you wonder if he counts as automatically volunteering for the Service Corps, if he's still alive. \n\n"I guess the rest of you are that particular variety of stupid we call 'brave', so welcome to Thirty-Six," Connors barks out. "Alright, on my right is Lieutenant Basdot, on my left is Lieutenant Eskabar. I am God and they are my highest archangels, think of us that way and be appropriately terrified should our attention turn to you. Now, we're going to take a walk over to the nearest Rally Bunker. You will be seeing a lot of those, they will become your best and possibly only friend. During our stroll, keep in sight of myself and my angels, and preferably each other. If you see rapidly flashing lights, that is the perimeter border, which as you will recall from my very instructive and thoughtful speech is also the border between life and death. Alright, get your shit moving," she concludes as she turns and starts walking.\n\nYou move with the rest of the group, sort of half-shuffling half-jogging in a futile attempt to keep warm as the trio of F.E.A.Rangers leads you along some path presumably only they can see. You wonder how good Connors' suit must be... she's the least covered out of anyone here, but she also seems the most comfortable and at-ease. (Possibly with the exception of her 'angels', but then it's pretty much impossible to tell anything about them.) Or maybe she's just been here so long none of this bothers her anymore? Though you don't see how that's possible, if she's the human she looks like. You almost jump a little when someone pats you on the back, and you look up to see that it's the white-haired guy from your transport. He points off to one side and you look... there, raised up on poles that are about nine feet high, are rapidly-twinkling lights that flash through so many colors so rapidly that it feels like they need a seizure warning. Then you jump a little again as an orange-coated form suddenly breaks off from near the edge of the group and sprints towards the line formed by the poles. \n\nYou're expecting to see them get shocked, or maybe even shot, but the trio of armored forms just stops and turns slightly, placidly watching the convict run. Almost immediately after passing one of the light poles he disappears into the mist... and then screams. And screams. And <i>screams</i>, voice rising and undulating, reaching a register that you didn't think should even be possible for a living thing. There are also... wet noises. Your brain doesn't so much conjure imagery to go with them as an impression... a feeling about how awful what must go with them is. And yet, long after the wet noises are followed by sickening crunches, and slurping noises, the screaming just seems to go on and on, until it finally fades away as if a breeze had come along and blown it off somewhere else like a dust cloud.\n\n"There's always one," Basdot rumbles in a deep, slightly thick voice, both he and Eskabar chortling heartily. Connors snorts and grumbles "Dumbass" before calling out, "Show's over, take that to heart and let's get moving, yeah?"\n\nCertainly this time the group seems a little more eager to move, and if anything clumps up tighter together, some of the earlier reticence and distaste for the others having been blown away by the sound of those screams. Eventually a tall, dark metal wall comes into view, a pair of heavy doors sliding open in front of Connors as she approaches. Inside there's a large, mostly empty room with nothing but a handful of concrete walls of varying heights and lengths scattered about. Once everyone is inside, the doors close, and a green light sweeps across the room... it makes your bones ache faintly and your teeth hurt, but that passes fairly quickly once it's gone, leaving only the rest of the aches and soreness caused by the punishing environment outside. Only once the light's done and there's been a brief pause do the trio lead you into the next room, which is a large area that looks like a cross between a locker room and an armory, with numerous 'cubbies' full of orange gear and multiple weapons.\n\n"Alright, fodder, I have things to do, so I'm leaving you in Eskabar's capable hands," Connors announces. "And if anyone's still thinking about any funny business, even after that little display at the perimeter, I'll thank you to note that the Lieutenant is an Alpha Taurasian and fully capable of crushing anything you've got with those hands, no matter what it's made of."\n\nWith that she and Basdot walk off, and Eskabar steps forward, the helmet of her suit retracting. Beneath it you see that she really does have horns, though one of them's snapped off about halfway and capped with gold. Her features are vaguely bovine, with dark brown fur covering her skin and thicker, scruffy black hair atop her head. One eye is dark brown, the other is covered by a black metal plate with three glowing red dots on it. "Alright, calves, listen up," she calls. Her words are accented with... well, it's obviously something you don't know, but the closest your brain can really slot to it is Mexican. "Your collars are now deactivated. We don't use trackers up here, the polar interference keeps them from working outside the bunkers anyway. Before you get cute, remember your buddy who decided to run off, and remember this: up here, disunity and disloyalty is going to get <i>you</i> killed, you get me? If it's not some ranked officer putting a bolt in your skull, it'll be one of the Fiends that you gave an opening by trying to screw everyone over. Now, go get suited up, gear's adaptive so it doesn't matter where you sit. And don't ask where the women's dressing room is, we don't have space or time for that shit up here, so just get used to a lack of tolerance for your shame."\n\n"Fun," you hear the cat-eared woman near you mutter. She doesn't exactly seem the friendliest sort, and yet you go ahead and follow along with her as people begin gradually moving to the cubby areas. There may be no official dressing room separation but it looks like the vast majority of the females and males are automatically segregating themselves to different halves of the room and, where possible, putting the rows of alcoves between each other. You stop in front of one and take a few moments to scream internally before getting back to business. Tugging at the collar really does let it open, and after glancing at it you toss it in the small bin on the floor of the cubby. Trying to just think of it like changing for gym at school, you strip out of the stuff you're wearing and start putting on what's provided... a zip-up high-collared bodysuit, heavy boots, gloves, a knit cap, and a slightly sleeker and better-fitting facemask, though you let that dangle around your neck. All of it's orange... you guess you get to be constantly reminded that you're a convict until you survive long enough to get the fancy black armor. You're kind of surprised to see there are also weapons... a rifle, a pistol (rather less fancy-looking than the one you had at first but obviously still a blaster of some kind), and a belt with a bunch of pouches and a big knife sheathed on one side, and a holster for the revolver on the other. You'd almost be hesitant to take them, like it was some sort of provocation, but no one else seems to be hesitating much... and then you think back to the screams, and you don't hesitate anymore either. Several of the other women, including Miss Angry Kitty, seem to be putting their orange coats back on as well, so you do too, before slinging the band of the rifle on over it and following a little clump of orange-clad people back around to where you were waiting before.\n\n"Looks like everybody's about done. Alright, from here we're going to your initial briefing. There one of our Brains will be telling you just what you've got yeh self into, not that it's likely ta do most of you any good. Ah, hey, wait a second," she says as she spots you, pointing a big armored finger. "You, c'mere."\n\nOh shit. Connors' comment about avoiding the attention of herself and her 'angels' comes back to mind. But you didn't even do anything! Still, it seems like it would be a bad, horrible, moronic idea to just ignore her, so you step forward and way from the others, who are now all staring at you. "Uh, yes ma'am?"\n\n"I saw your file. In for pulling a blaster on a superior officer, eh girl?" She smirks down at you. "Maybe that's the sort you are, hm? There's almost always one of those in every group too, maybe this time it's you. So tell you what, you've got your shiny new Black Ice on your hip, I'll give you a chance to use it on me. No worries, I'm not going to report you or shoot you. Free chance, girl." Eskabar smirks wider, setting her massive weapon down nearby to lean it against the wall, then thumping her armored chest with one big hand. "C'mon, take a shot. If you manage to hit me, I'll even give you a prize. No don't look at them look at me," she says, just a bit of heat entering her voice when you nervously glance at everyone else, most of whom are now staring intently at the scene being made of you. "I'm telling you, you've got a free and clear chance to take a shot at a superior officer and even get rewarded for it if you have the base fucking skill to hit a target as big as me from five fucking feet away! You gonna do it?!"\n\n<hr>\n[[Shoot.|GGSR8x1]]\n\n[[No way.|GGSR6x3]]

Sunlight is definitely very, very overrated. Maybe you'll emerge once the giant hovering Eye of Sauron out there has slunk back below the horizon, but not before. Turning your attention back to the monitor, you ignore the slight ache in your eyes and consider your options.\n\n[[Play an MMO|GGCompMMOStart]] - You've got a few installed, and you've also got a beta invite sitting around that you haven't even used yet. But then again, betas are always so full of newbs... (Er... well, y'know.)\n\n[[Browse DeviList|GGDLStart]] - Sort of a local version of CraigsList. Has stuff for sale (could always try buying something to briefly alleviate your boredom), job offers (could always make some money so you could afford to buy something nicer that would alleviate your boredom for a bit longer), activity notifications (could find something for you and your friends to collectively alleviate your boredom), and so on.\n\n[[Check your email|GGComp1x1]] - Oh, right, you haven't done that in a day or two. Could always be something interesting in there. The internet is a wonderful and interesting place after all! (Haha no it's not.)\n\n[[Browse porn|GGPornStart]] - Huh? What are these links doing here? Oh my stars! But you're a <i>girl</i>, you don't look at nasty gross stuff like <i>porn</i>, that's for those horny icky boys who... pffffffffffffthahahahahaha okay okay, what'll it be today, 'Gangbang Bitches 17' or 'Take Them From Behind!'?\n\n[[Kill time|GGParentStart]] - There's always good old-fashioned chronocide. Messing around with simple games, browsing timesink websites, etc. Maybe eventually something to do will just jump out at you.

"Hard pass on that. Ma'am," you add as a bit of an afterthought, your voice flat.\n\n"What, ya too much of a coward to even take the shot?" Eskabar demands, still smirking.\n\nYou can almost feel the hairs on the back of your neck rise in consternation, and you kind of wish you had shot her, maybe in the mouth. Instead you reply, "No, <i>ma'am</i>, I just try to avoid making the same stupid mistake twice."\n\nThere's stunned silence in the room for about five seconds. Then Eskabar... starts chuckling. She snaps her big, gloved fingers and points at you. "Good answer. You might just live long enough to get your blacks, LaChance. Pay attention to that!" she adds, raising her voice and glancing around to indicate the others. "You rarely live through making a stupid mistake up here, but if you do, you can be damn sure you won't live through making it twice! Now, head into the briefing room, you get to learn what's up here trying to kill you."\n\nNot sure how well you really handled that, but glad that you don't seem to have been used as a demonstration of how an Alpha Taurasian can crush things, you turn and shuffle through the next open door with the rest of the orange-garbed crowd. You try to ignore that you're getting a lot of glances... some of them seem approving, others mildly worried (like the white-haired guy), some scornful (like the purple-haired catgirl). Inside is something that any teenager would recognize as a classroom... it's obviously a bit different than the ones back home, the desks are welded to the floor and there's a big screen on the wall instead of a blackboard. Basdot is hunkered down in one corner, the helmet of his suit now retracted as well. He looks like someone took the head of a Brachiosaur and stuck it on a body about the same size as said head. He's not really that ill-proportioned, it's just the impression you get off that massive bulky skull jutting out forward over the rest of him. You find a seat to settle into, somewhat awkwardly laying your rifle atop it. Another door slides open to admit a woman with long, slightly disheveled brown hair, glasses, and a tight black bodysuit that covers her from just below the jaw down to the tips of her fingers and apparently has built-in boots, underneath a labcoat. For a second you think she might be a human too, until you notice that the glasses are resting atop a slight ridge on her nose, and her ears have a weird internal structure that seems to include at least two holes. You also notice that her eyes are glowing roughly the same color as the tip of the cigarette dangling a bit limply from her lip as she stops and turns to face the rest of you.\n\n"Welcome to Dark Sector Thirty-Six," she says in the tone of someone who's bored down to their soul but has been doing this so long they no longer even have to think about it. "You are here because you have either committed a serious offense and chosen this assignment as an alternative to life in prison or execution, or you have accepted it for a massively shortened sentence for a non-violent crime. But moreover, you are here because you are needed for the important work of keeping the rest of Orison safe," she continues in the least inspiring manner ever. "I am Doctor Mejat, one of the science staff here at Thirty-Six. I am here primarily for medical and R&D purposes, but I am also here to inform you of what you're facing."\n\nShe takes a small silver pen-like object out of her pocket and gives it a shake, causing it to admit a short beam of white luminescence like a tiny lightsaber. She taps the beam against the screen and it lights up with a diagram of the planet. "Orison is riddled with numerous small tubes and caverns running all through its crust. In most planets this would cause it to be highly volcanically active, as molten rock created by the pressure and heat deep below the surface sought to relieve the pressure by finding any path of least resistance. However, one of the ways in which Orison is unique is this layer of Gravadium near the core," she continues in her bored tone, using her unnecessarily technological pointer to indicate a dark ring in the planetary diagram. "This layer holds all the molten material in place, keeping it from rising to the surface. These tubes are covered over with thick layers of bedrock over most of the planetary surface, but fissures at the poles allow access.\n\n"These tunnels are populated by what are classified as 'Foreign Organism Entities', or FOEs, though the preferred term here in Thirty-Six is the slang 'Fiends'." The diagram slides away to be replaced by a number of blackish-grayish-purpleish creatures, some with multiple arms, some with tentacles, some just wormlike and dotted with fang-filled mouths all over their bodies. "Fiends are not complex organisms as anyone knows them. Instead, as far as we have been able to determine, they are colonies of single-celled organisms that gestate in 'primordial soup' pools in the tunnel network. What little studies have been able to be conducted so far have not been enlightening as to why they form these colonies, what benefit the single-celled organisms get out of it, or what determines the shape they take. This last seems to be the most random factor," Doctor Mejat adds, some actual emotion entering her voice for once... annoyance, from the sound of it.\n\nShe lets out a smokey sigh, then continues by tapping one of the fiends, something that's vaguely humanoid up top but then just glops straight downward in a trunk from the mid-point down, besides having a head that's dotted entirely with eyes and a massive mouth set to one side of its seven-armed torso. "The single-celled organisms do not form complex organ systems or support structures, for the most part. While they do seem to occasionally form sensory organs like eyes, noses, and tongues, they're simply connected to more of the single-celled organisms. They have no bones, organs, or nerves... headshots do not deter them, nor do attacks on anything else most biologicals would consider a 'vital area', nor is there any indication they feel pain. While they also seem to be averse to light, they are not actually harmed by it."\n\n<hr>\n[["Then what's the fucking point?!"|GGSR]]\n\n[[Yikes, hope this gets useful at some point.|GGSR6x4]]

Let's just not turn that mental image you were trying to avoid earlier into a literal image. For various reasons. Instead you hurry downstairs, grab a few sodas, and retreat to your lair, slipping your headphones on and starting one of those games with explosions and gunfire that were mentioned earlier.\n\nThe rest of the day goes fairly normally, with you eventually donning jeans and joining your parents for dinner, and all of you observing the polite fiction that they may have possibly had sex all of once and purely in order to create you. Okay you doubt anyone is actually observing that but the knowledge that they did in fact have sex so recently is kind of weird and stuck in your head. Oh well. Dinner is soon done with... and your parents quickly head upstairs again, being just a little bit too casual about saying how they're going to watch a Netflix show in their room. 'Geez, seriously, who's the teenager here?' you think a little grumpily, shaking your head as you decide to use the downstairs TV for awhile.\n\nBut finally you get tired of the infinite possibilities of entertainment available to you (again), and turn everything off to head upstairs. Sounds like things are quiet in your parents' room at least, you think as you head into your own room. Now let's see... straight to bed (and then phone games for like an hour), or shower first? (And then... wait no, shower and phone is bad civilization.)\n\n<hr>\n[[Bed.|GGParent14x1]]\n\n[[Shower.|GGParent13x3]]

Bleh, you realize you feel a little grimy. ... Physically, you're not that icked by your parents having a randy day with each other. You head down the hall to the bathroom, discarding your clothes into the hamper after a quick check of your pockets. Padding naked to the cabinet, you haul out a towel and toss it onto the counter, then over to the shower, leaning forward a bit to turn on the water. The spray instantly comes out cold, just the fog of it drifting over your nipples enough to stiffen them. ... Well, you are in fact the teenager, after all, and your mind's been dancing around the subject all day. Your tongue flits lightly over your lips as you slip a hand between your legs, starting to lightly stroke your outer lips and tease yourself... nothing too serious, just sort of priming things up, getting a little pre-slick as it were, you'll save the serious stuff for when you're in the shower and the detachable showerhead is between your-\n\nYour heart almost stops at the light bang of the door opening, and you jolt upright and fling your hand away from being in between your legs so hard that you almost smack the wall. "Geez, <i>knock</i>!!" you blurt instinctively, flinging your arms across yourself in a hasty attempt to cover yourself. "Dad, what the he-, -ck! I may've forgotten the lock but the light was-"\n\nIt's about this point that you notice a few things. For one, your father doesn't seem to be actually hearing you, or even to have noticed that you're there. For another, his eyes are at least half-closed and he's moving with a slightly wobbly, almost drunk manner as he takes a few meandering steps into the bathroom. Third, he's entirely naked, his half-hard cock and heavy balls wobbling as he takes those steps.\n\n'Nice,' you think before you can really stop yourself, your cheeks blazing red immediately as you realize you just ogled your dad's dick. 'Well it's a nice one. Dammit! ... He's sleepwalking again,' you think, raising your hand from covering your crotch to press to your forehead. You glance at him as he starts rummaging amongst the various items on the countertop as if looking for something, the sort of aimless behavior you've observed when he's gone through one of these phases before. You glance at him (keeping your gaze up as much as you can), then down at yourself, then at the hamper which is on the opposite side of the room. Yeah, no way to get to your clothes, and he's between you and the door. You know you're really not supposed to wake him up when he's like this, but your options seem fairly limited, and basically include:\n\n<hr>\n[[Try to wake him up anyway.|GGParent]]\n\n[[Make a grab for the towel.|GGParent13x4]]\n\n[[Hide in the shower.|GGParent20x1]]

Well you're not going out into the summer heat just because they're experiencing some summer heat of their own. You continue on with your quiet activities, after only a few more minutes hearing the various sounds of a car pulling up outside, the front door opening and closing, and your father walking down the hall. So yup that's a thing that's happening. You definitely try to focus in on your game, taking your mind off of any attempt to visualize what might be going on down the hall.\n\nOf course eventually the thirst for fizzy high fructose corn syrup gets to you and you get up, padding to the door and peeking out since you're not bothering to put on any pants just for a quick fridge run. No one in the hall, which is of course explained by the fact that when you step out into it further, you can hear the moaning coming from behind your parents' door, as well as the faintest impression of some other lewd noises. You're not sure what your friends would say, but sitcoms have certainly led you to believe that your parents have a much more active sex life than most married couples in their forties. As in, this isn't even slightly unusual, if you think about it. And man those are definitely some enthusiastic noises, not just some bed creaking and grunting.\n\n<hr>\n[[Go take a peek.|GGParent]]\n\n[[Naaaah.|GGParent13x2]]

'Yeah, I've gotta figure out what to do here,' you think as you take a shower, scrubbing off the sweat and cum and saliva left by your father's latest somnolent visitation. 'Which means I've gotta tell either Mom or Dad about this.'\n\nYou can't see that going over well either way, but what choice do you have at this point? Well, other than who to tell. You kind of figure it's best just to get one alone and tell them, rather than telling them together, that's just a recipe for disaster. But who?\n\n<hr>\n[[Your father.|GGParent]]\n\n[[Your mother.|GGParent13x7]]\n\n[[A friend.|GGParent]]

You do feel kind of guilty about, y'know, the infidelity issue going on here, plus you keep feeling afraid she's going to walk in on you or discover it herself, which just seems like it would be way worse. Instead you resolve to tell her yourself, when you can get her alone.\n\nThat night you get the opportunity, since your father professes that his afternoon nap did nothing for him (yeah no shit) and that he's turning in early. You follow your mother into the den and settle in as she selects an episode of Lucifer much further back than you were watching, and you sit trying to muster up your courage and the right words. Finally you start with, "Um, Mom, there's... something sort of important I need to tell you."\n\n"Hm?" She blinks, putting the show on pause and turning a bit to face you, setting the remote aside as she does. "What is it, sweetheart, is everything alright?"\n\n"Ah, well, see..." You cough into your hand, really not sure how to put this other than coming right out with it. "See, the thing is... Dad's been fucking me." At her eyes going wide, you hurry to add, "He doesn't know!" As her shock and fear turns to shock, fear, and confusion, you rub your face with both hands and adds, "In his sleep, he's sleepwalking again, but this time he's also sleepfucking and I guess he keeps assuming I'm you."\n\n"Oh. ... <i>Oh</i>." Your mother's eyes widen in understanding this time. "Oh, oh dear, he's doing that again?" At your stare, she smiles sheepishly. "Well honey he usually does find the actual me when he's like that." Then she sighs. "To be honest I'm not surprised this has started up again. Your father's sex drive is... prodigious... and sometimes I just can't keep up with it entirely. When I can't, he tends to get like... I mean, he didn't hurt you or anything, did he?"\n\n"No, no, I'm fine. I mean... it was super <i>weird</i> obviously, but..." You trail off, your face going red, but you then admit, "I mean, he's sort of... really good?"\n\nYour mother giggles at that, despite looking rather sheepish herself. "Yes, he is, isn't he? Oh honey, it must have been so hard for you to come forward with this, I'm sorry," she says comfortingly, leaning forward to hug you.\n\nAfter you've finished hugging her back, you settle again. "So, y'know... now what?"\n\n"... Ah... well..." Your mother rubs her chin, sort of darting a look at you out of the corner of her eyes. "Well, to be honest... if he hasn't hurt you, and you've enjoyed yourself... and I'm not saying you have any sort of obligation to or pressure to..."\n\nYou stare at her. "Are you about to say what I think you're about to say?"\n\n"I mean... if you <i>want</i>, why don't you just let him keep fucking you?" your mother suggests with an expansive shrug. "He doesn't know about it, you're enjoying yourself, he's not driving me to exhaustion, it seems an... alright solution."\n\n"And, uh... and you'd be okay with that?"\n\n"Mm." Your mother shrugs after a moment's consideration. "I suppose I'm open-minded. But like I said, dear, if you <i>really</i> don't want to, we can look for other solutions. It's up to you."\n\n<hr>\n[[Look for other solutions, yes!|GGParent]]\n\n[[... Well, let's not do anything drastic...|GGParent13x8]]

Maybe if you can just grab the towel and cover up you won't feel so, uh, weird about this until he wanders away again. Still covering your boobs with one arm, you edge carefully closer to the counter and, incidentally, your naked father as you reach your other hand out for the towel... which gets knocked to the floor and well out of reach as you're snagged by the arm. You yelp as you're abruptly... not roughly, it's more just that it's so quick that keeps you off-kilter... pulled forward and bent over the counter, your father's hands running up and down your back with just enough pressure to keep you bent forward, your ass jutted out behind you.\n\n"What the hell?!" you yelp, although not too loudly, out of a mixture or lingering fear that you might wake him up or, equally as bad at this point, that you might wake up your mother. "Dad, what are you even mmmmmf!" This last is as he grips your ass with both hands and gives a slow, rolling squeeze that makes you instinctively arch your back, pressing forward against the counter. His hands run back up your lower back and waist, then rub your ass again, slowly kneading it. 'Oh fuck, does he think I'm Mom?!' you think, looking over your shoulder at his somnolent face... then flushing as you feel his obviously hard cock rubbing against your ass and inner thighs as he rocks his hips back and forth lightly. 'Yeaaah pretty sure he thinks I'm Mom.' "Dad!" you hiss out loud, half hoping you'll wake him up and still half afraid you'll wake him up, the contradiction not quite sinking in for you in your current state.\n\nUnfortunately for your mental state, having your ass kneaded and a fat cock rubbing against you is exactly the sort of thing you were starting to think about when you were 'stoking the furnace' earlier, and your body is primed and ready to respond to such attention. You can't help but let out a moan as your father continues rubbing and stroking your ass, a trickle of arousal running down your inner thigh even as you glance worriedly at the open bathroom door and the dark hallway beyond. Shit, there's really absolutely nothing to stop your mother from seeing practically the moment she steps out of her bedroom. "D-Dad, c'mon, you've gotta... wait, you cannoooot be serious!" you whimper as one of his arms moves and you can feel the tip of his prick rubbing up and down, lightly parting your plumped-up pussylips.\n\nIt seems though that, in his unconscious-but-mobile state, he is entirely serious. You gasp loudly, then bite down on your lower lip and try to muffle your moan as your father's cock pushes into your tight teen pussy. 'Daaaammit stop feeling good stop feeling good stop feeling good,' you chant silently to yourself, letting your head hang forward and your lips part again as you start panting at feeling it sink deeper and deeper into you. His hands continue stroking up and down your back gently, comfortingly, seductively even as his dick spreads you open and slips deeper and deeper into your dripping, eager cunt, until finally you can feel his hips press up against your ass. Then he begins a smooth, light pumping motion that seems to strike just the right rhythm to make you feel it in your entire body and build your stimulation steadily higher. \n\n'G-god dammit, if he's this good when he's awake no wonder he and Mom fuck like rabbits,' you think through the building haze of pleasure in your mind, starting to let out low moans more steadily, even as you press a hand over your mouth to try and muffle yourself. "Dad, c'mon, shit, fuuuck you've gotta, fuck!" you squeak against your palm as he gives your ass a light slap. It makes your pussy squeeze at just the right time to make him rub up firmly against somewhere inside you that makes you twitch and buck atop the countertop, reflexively thrusting your ass back against him as you actually have a small orgasm. 'Fuck, fuck, this is bad this is bad this is bad but fuuuck does it feel good,' you whine internally as you moan against your hand, turning it to bite against your knuckle as you look over your shoulder again, your father's face composed and peaceful as if in sleep even as he keeps fucking you against the counter and squeezing your ass, occasionally giving it those perfectly-timed little slaps. Of course you can see pretty much the same thing when you look ahead in the mirror, as well as his still well-maintained body moving as he fucks you, and the jiggles of your own ass as his hips slap against it.\n\nThe little orgasms from his spanks build and build, until finally you grit your teeth and throw your head back, doing your best to strangle your yowl of release in your throat as your pussy squeezes and flutters around your father's cock, trying to suck him deeper in. Despite that he pulls out, your pussy giving a little gush at suddenly being empty, and you watch a bit distantly in the mirror as he strokes his shaft (gleaming with your girlcum), spilling himself onto the curves of your ass like you were some porn star and he was giving you the scene's moneyshot, the warm, gooey feeling of his jizz hitting your skin sending little shivers of lewd excitement and embarrassment running through you. He stands there for a moment, before his hand drops and he turns, shambling his way out of the bathroom again, making the turn to head back into his bedroom.\n\n'What... the fuck?' you think foggily, still trying to come to grips with the fact that what just happened actually happened. You'd like to chalk it up as some particularly lewd dream and forget about it, but there's the fact that you're not waking up, but instead staying right where you are, bent over the counter with your well-fucked pussy and cum-spattered ass pointed at the shower. ... Oh, right, the shower. Well, it's obviously hot by now, and since you definitely need it, may as well. You close the bathroom door again (locking it this time) and step into the shower, pulling the door closed, and after a second turning around to prioritize letting the stream of steamy water wash your dad's jizz off your butt.\n\nSo that's a thing that happened, you think as you soap up. What now? Well obviously you finish your shower and go to bed, but then what? You're 99.9% positive your father has no idea what just happened, so telling your parents (either or both) what happened at this point just seems like it would be humiliating and traumatic for everyone involved.\n\n<hr>\n[[Just pretend it never happened.|GGParent13x5]]\n\n[[Pretend it never happened but take precautions.|GGParent]]

You'll just... act like it was all a dream. You know it's not a dream, but you'll act like it was! And maybe eventually convince yourself it was a dream, you assure yourself, even as a shiver runs through you at recalling the feeling of your father's very real cock pumping away inside you. ... Nope, nope, that was a dream! Didn't happen! you think as you turn off the water and clambering out, blushing again as you lean down to pick up the towel off the floor. ... Dream!\n\nCertainly your father doesn't seem to have any idea what happened the next day... no furtive glances, no blushing when he looks at you, no pulling his cock out and bending you over the breakfast table. ... Not that you really expected that last one but. ... Y'know. Aaanyway, the fact that he seems completely oblivious helps with your own attempts to act as if the whole sleepfucking incident never happened, and within a few days you're starting to feel fairly normal again.\n\nRoughly a week later, you're sprawled on the couch downstairs, watching Netflix in your sleeping pants and a tanktop when the front door opens and your father strolls in. "Oh, hey honey," he says, waving. \n\n"Hey Pop, you're home early," you comment with a glance over.\n\n"Yeah, slept pretty bad last night, decided to call it an early day, come home, take a nap," he says as he heads upstairs.\n\n"'Kay, sleep well," you answer absently, currently a bit more absorbed in season four of Lucifer than his plans for the afternoon.\n\nAbout half an hour later, you blink and glance up at the sight of your father making his way back down the stairs, wearing just a pair of plaid boxers. "Uh, Dad, everything okay? Are you-" Noticing his rather shambling motions, droopy eyelids, and wobbling motion, your expression goes flat. "-kidding me?"\n\nHe shuffles his way towards the couch, with you considering making a break for it but ultimately ruling it out. The last time you got near him while he was like this, things did... escalate... after all. Instead you sit and try to act as nonchalant as you can, just continuing to watch your show as if he wasn't there. Pretending everything's normal has worked out for you so well so far! Indeed, you continue pretending everything's fine as he rifles through the objects on the surface of the coffee table and opens and closes several of the nearby storage cabinet's doors, before finally flumping down to sit next to you on the couch. 'TV zombie,' you can't help but think in amusement as you sit there, hoping that in a minute or an episode or whatever he'll wander back upstairs to bed. A dashed hope, sadly, as he reaches over and starts sensually rubbing your stomach, making you twitch a bit even as your body traitorously reacts beneath your clothing. (It may or may not have started getting a little primed anyway with remembering the last time, despite trying very hard not to.)\n\n"Oh for Christ's sake, would you knock it off?" you mutter, squirming in place as your somnolent father turns a bit and starts rubbing both hands over your belly and sides. "Dad, I am not Mom, okay? I am not gyeek!" You hop in place a bit as his hands move to cup your breasts... and even in his sleep he frowns thoughtfully, squeezing them a few times while you wriggle in place. "Yeah, see? Not Mom," you say a little sourly. "Those are definitely nooooooot happening oh my God," you groan as, instead of moving on, pulls your tanktop together into the middle baring both your breasts. One gets cupped in his hand, his movements lazy and dreamy as he rolls your breast gently with his fingers, while he lowers his head to the other and starts suckling, mouth and tongue working your nipple in similarly dreamy fashion. "Hahahaaaa okay okay time to wake up now, mmmmf, mmf mmf mmf," you protest, biting your lower lip and thumping a palm against the arm of the couch, looking back and forth nervously as if just to assure yourself the living room is empty, but mostly dwelling on the opening of the entryway. "Thiiis is... shiiit why are you so good at that," you whimper as he moves his mouth over to your other nipple and similarly starts suckling and working his tongue over it, your hips giving a reflexive twitch out of your control.\n\nBy the time he raises his head from repeatedly licking your breasts and suckling your nipples and generally toying with your pert teenage tits all in that calm, sleepy, and very skillful manner, you're left panting and red-faced and already having cum once. You try to focus as he shifts on the couch, and starts to get up. "Yes, good, go, go back to be-" you start to say breathlessly, only to watch him instead shift to his knees in front of you. "Ah fucking hell," you whimper, finding yourself not really able to fight it as he snags the waistband of your sleeping pants and hauls them down, baring your wet, plump pussy and smoothly raising your thighs up onto his shoulder. "You are not seriously gonnaaaaaaa fuuuuck," you groan, one hand shooting to his head and gripping lightly in his hair as his tongue begins to play over your pussy, the somnolent strokes and slurps falling into a perfect rhythm that has you twitching your hips and arching your back. "Daaaaad, God, God dammit, you... mmmf, you really need to... mmmmmmn," you groan out, eyes rolling some as you slump back against the couch at his tongue swirling around your clit. "O-okay, you have gotta wake up and stop this in like... like at the most, two... -wenty minutes," you breathe, shivering all over as another soft orgasm rocks your body.\n\nYou continue to moan and writhe as your sleeping father eats you out, his mouth going over your pussy with an attention to detail that an unconscious person really shouldn't be able to, though the look on his face says he's just that. You alternate betweeen moaning and protesting, and looking with guilt and worry towards the door, wondering if your mother might walk in at any moment. But as it goes on even that fades away, and soon you're just laying on the couch whimpering and groaning out your pleasure as your father's tongue brings you off again.\n\nBy the time he straightens up from his bent-forward position and shoves his boxers down, freeing his stiff prick, you just have no mental fortitude to resist, even verbally. You just wrap your legs around your father's waist as he pushes his prick into your sodden cunt and starts fucking you with the same perfect, steady rhythm he used the other night, this time his hands moving to knead and stroke your tits as he does. "Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck, Dad, oh fuck," you whimper, resting your hands on his arms and half-consciously urging him on with squeezes of your legs, feeling the cock that made you pumping away inside your pussy, throbbing and eager while your father's sleeping face looms above you. It doesn't take long before your pussy is squeezing and fluttering around him and soaking his balls, but he still fucks you to yet another orgasm after that before pulling out, sleepily stroking himself off to spill his load all over the front of your crotch, a few splatters of it hitting the bottom of your tanktop. Then, with no further adieu, he tugs his boxers mostly back into place and shambles off up the stairs, leaving you flushed, panting, bottomless, and with spread legs showing off your well-fucked pussy as you lay on the couch.\n\n"... So that's a thing that happened," you mutter to the empty room.\n\n<hr>\n[[Time to tell someone.|GGParent13x6]]\n\n[[Time to... get used to the new dynamic.|GGParent]]

"Look, you can if you want, but I think I've had enough encounters with strange lifeforms today," you mutter. "Even if they're simple plant-based life forms."\n\nLeslie sticks her tongue out at you, then turns to the wall and runs her hand along some of the glowing stuff. There's a surprisingly loud <i>squish</i> noise, her hand sinking further into the bioluminescent fungus than you expected it to be, and then leaving a dark smear on the wall as she slides her hand across. She looks at the glowing green mass on her palm and fingers, which is actually dripping and particularly slimy looking, briefly looking uncertain, before she smears it across her shoulder, down across one small bare breast and down along her stomach, leaving a glowing diagonal line across her front. "It... actually doesn't feel too bad," she notes, as she smears a bit on her hip and down her opposite arm as well. "It's sort of like some lotion I've used, it's cool and a little tingly."\n\nYou don't comment, just watching as she applies some to her neck, though you raise your eyebrows some as she finishes off by cupping her bare crotch with her slime-filled hand, leaving a vaguely obvious handprint. She shrugs a little sheepishly at you, and you shake your head a little before turning and continuing. The tunnel continues winding on, just wide enough to give you about six inches of clearance on either side of your shoulders. Soon the patches of bioluminescent algae or whatever they are stop appearing on the walls, leaving you with just the faint glow from behind you to see by. "I guess that was a pretty good idea, Les," you comment.\n\n"Yuh," she responds. You blink... she sounds a little odd. You glance over your shoulder, but out of the corner of your eye she seems fine, though she's slogging along a bit with head and shoulders somewhat slumped. Well, you can't really blame her that much, you guess. It has been... a really long and really tiring night, it's pretty surprising that either of you are on your feet at all. It's all you can do to keep forcing yourself to move ahead. In fact you're tired enough that your head's swimming a little bit, and you lose track of time, not sure how long you're really stumbling along the dim, featureless passage, when you hear Leslie's voice, not only too far behind as if she'd stopped moving so well (which is odd since the light is just as strong as before, maybe even stronger), as well as sounding a bit thick and gurgling. "Cy... an..."\n\nYou turn around, then stare in shock and horror. Leslie's entire body has gone a white not entirely unlike the 'dead fish belly' color you saw earlier, though it also looks spongey and puckered somehow, with the parts of it that are still glowing faintly green seeming to vaguely pulse and twitch. Not only that, but almost all of her hair has fallen out, the top of her head having bulged outward into something vaguely resembling a glowing green mushroom cap. Her breasts have swollen into large, prominent, gravity-defying globes, somehow looking both stiff and squishy at the same time, with no real sign of her nipples. Her legs have thickened, almost more like stalks, her feet and toes having lifted slightly off the bases of them and seemingly sinking into them. She twitches and jerks as she reaches her hands out towards you, those too having become thicker and more stalk-like, her fingers jutting from the trunklike ends of the limbs and starting to bulge mushroom-like at the tips.\n\n"Cy... an... my stalk... wants you..." she groans, her eyes pale and seeming not quite fixed on you. Something about that term makes you jerk your head downward... at her crotch, the spot where she'd marked herself with the glowing handprint has spread, turning into a thick, almost spherical bulge at the front of her crotch, the top of it glowing and slimy like some varieties of mushroom you've seen. But as you watch the sphere pushes outward, extending an actual stem from her crotch, and winding up looking like a rather immense, bulbous-headed cock. "Wants... you... spores... in you..." she groans, staggering an unsteady step towards you, hands reaching.\n\n<hr>\n[["Leslie! Snap out of it!"|GGHH4ax6]]\n\n[[nopenopenope.gif|GGHH]]

"I think the tunnel's better than trying to swim our way out blind," you decide. You hesitate for just a moment, using looking for any of your clothes that might have survived as an excuse not to actually have to make good on your decision. All you see are scraps of cloth too large to mean anything substantial is left and too small to try and cobble even a loincloth together out of. Sighing, you head towards the tunnel, Leslie following along behind you with a similar level of eagerness. \n\nThough the tunnel ceiling is at least two feet over your head, you still feel like ducking as you walk along. There's just a sense of it being cramped, of a lot of something pressing in from above, and as you walk along, ever more from the sides. Your mind runs wild wondering exactly what it is beyond the walls. Stone? Water? Heck, for all you know it could be outer space, though that certainly seems unlikely. Even if it wasn't cold and slightly damp in here, you think you'd get the shivers. As it is, your naked body is covered with gooseflesh, tiny bumps running along your arms and legs and making them as textured as a lizard.\n\n"Do you think this smell is something those fishmen left on us?" Leslie comments after awhile, unable to take the looming silence. You know you should tell her to be quiet in case something hears, but frankly you couldn't take the silence anymore either. "Or is it this glowy lichen stuff?"\n\n"I don't know," you murmur, lifting one forearm and sniffing experimentally. You know what she means, though... a sort of musty, rank odor, like... rotting dirt.\n\n"Maybe we ought to take some of this stuff with us," Leslie continues, actually stopping to look at a particularly large patch of the glowing green fuzzslime. "I mean what if it stops growing later in the tunnel and we get left in the dark?"\n\n"It's not like we've got a jar or anything to stuff full of it, like in that movie," you counter, though admittedly she has a point. You realize you could have wiped some on one of those shreds of cloth to use as a makeshift lantern, but you don't want to risk going back, especially just for that.\n\n"We could probably just smear some on ourselves, be our own lights," your friend suggests. She sounds just a little frayed... obviously being in the dark is scary enough for her that she's desperate to make sure you'll still have light later. You can't say you really blame her for <i>that</i>. "I mean, we wouldn't be able to hide if we needed to, I guess, but... can we even really hide from those things? You saw their eyes!"\n\n<hr>\n[[Don't use the glowstuff.|GGHHPlaceholder]]\n\n[[Let Leslie, you won't.|GGHH4x5]]\n\n[[Both of you take some.|GGHHPlaceholder]]

"... I mean..." You cough a little, shifting in place. "I guess we shouldn't get all hasty and stuff. I mean we don't even know if he'll do it again," you rationalize, even as you can feel your cheeks heating. "He might, like... have fucked himself out or something."\n\n"Mm. I suppose anything's possible." Still, from your mother's slightly knowing smile, you're betting she doesn't quite buy the idea that you're hoping it's all over and done with. "So, let's just say you should do what you think is best, and don't worry otherwise, dear, alright?"\n\n"... Yeah, okay," you allow after a second, letting out a little huff.\n\nThat night you brace yourself for a nocturnal visit but... none occurs. ... Hm. Ah, you can just faintly hear noises from down the hall. Either your parents are fucking normally or your sleepfucking father immediately found your actual mother right next to him. Well, that's... good. Yup. You are definitely not disappointed or jealous at all. That would be freaky and weird and perverted. You are also definitely in no way disappointed that the next few nights are quiet and uneventful too. You're entirely glad that your prediction about him just having been going through a brief phase was true!\n\n... Yup.\n\nAnd you definitely aren't at all excited when one night, while laying flopped in bed wearing panties and a tanktop, tapping away at a tablet game, your father barges in, his eyes heavy-lidded and movements slightly unnatural. "Seriously?" you mutter, watching as he wanders around, bumping into a few of your things and rifling through your drawers. At least he isn't <i>actually</i> looking, though somehow you feel even more embarrassed than usual when he dumps several of your pairs of panties onto the floor. You sit up and swing around to sit on the edge of the bed, and even in his state that seems to get his attention since he turns and makes his way over in front of you. He's not quite 'presenting', but the bulge of his hard cock through the fabric of his sleep pants winds up right in front of your face, your eyes fixing on it.\n\n"... Oh, what the hell," you finally say with a sigh after several seconds, grinning ruefully as you reach up to pull out the waistband and pull down his pants, letting them drop to the floor as his cock springs free. "Guess I'll just go ahead and fuck you, Dad," you inform your somnambulistic father as you wrap a hand around his shaft and start to stroke it experimentally, before sliding your mouth over the head of it, rolling your tongue around experimentally. "Mmf, mmn, mmf," you groan softly, because why not, it's what girls in porn do, and if you're gonna get deviant enough to suck off your sleepwalking parent you may as well indulge yourself fully. You shiver a little when his hand comes to rest on your head, and his movements do urge you to keep going... but he doesn't seem interested in facefucking you, letting you take your time stroking him and sucking him, lifting your other hand to play with his balls as you look up at his sleeping face. They're soft and warm in your hand as you roll them gently, even giving a few very gentle squeezes and tugs that make him push a bit more firmly on your head, pressing his cock deeper until he's stretching your throat out and sliding inside.\n\nIt's not long though before he's pushing you back instead of further forward, his cock sliding out of your mouth as you're urged onto your back on the bed. His slightly-jerky-slightly-too-smooth movements as he climb up onto the bed show he's definitely not done though, and you quickly pull off your tanktop before he winds up partially straddling your head, saliva-slick prick brushing your chin as he leans down, pulling the crotch of your panties to the side and going to work with fingers and tongue, his tongue starting to stroke over your soaked, plumped-up pussylips as his fingers slide between them, wiggling and stroking in those smooth, semi-mechanical motions. "Nnnnh fuck, it's like you're a literal sex machine like this," you groan, before using a hand to bring his cock at a better angle to slide it back into your mouth, moaning softly around it as he continues to sleep-eat you out. 'Boy I'd kinda like to see your reaction if you woke up right now... mmmmn on the other hand maaaaybe not and just keep doing that,' you think through a fresh haze of pleasure as his tongue starts swirling rhythmically around your clit. \n\nThough he brings you off several times through the reflexive use of fingers and tongue, his cock gives you nothing but a fairly steady stream of pre to swallow, smearing it all over your tongue and the inside of your mouth, until his taste has completely suffused everything. But then he's drawing up and back, upright on his knees, and you let his cock pop out of your mouth, panting softly. "Ah... ready to fuck?" you ask hazily, grinning at his hands wavering back and forth in front of him. Scooting down and then around, you switch directions while rolling onto your belly, then rise up onto hands and knees. His hands quickly find your ass, kneading it and squeezing it thoroughly, making you moan again as he does a thorough massaging of it. 'As good as Mom's maybe? Maybe, heheh,' you think smugly, wiggling your hips and pressing back against his palms, only for him to quickly deliver a firm, hard slap to one asscheek as if he knew you were mentally sassing your mother. "Sorry, Daddy," you say half sarcastically, half sluttily because it definitely comes out with a moan as he gives your other asscheek a slap, palm impacting right against the pulled-aside back of your panties.\n\nOf course that's nothing compared to when he actually brings his cock in... and you feel the moist tip pressing up against your pucker. "H-huh? Hey, Dad, wait, Dad that's the uunnnnhhh," you groan as he ignores you, pushing in, spreading your virgin asshole open around the cock you personally lubed up generously with a mixture of your saliva and his pre. You bite your lower lip as he continues his slow, steady push in, that cock that made you and has already fucked you repeatedly claiming the last of your virginities as it slides in deeper and deeper. Once he's slid forward enough, so that his hips are pressed up against your ass, and the balls that you came out of are pressing against your sodden pussy, he starts up those smooth, almost machine-like thrusts, perfect in time and rhythm and making you give a moaning grunt with every firm thrust inside you and every slap of his sack against your sodden plumped-up pussylips. Every so often he'll suddenly deliver a good hard spank to your ass, usually the cheek hosting your pulled-aside panties, making your asshole squeeze around his cock and bringing you that much closer to cumming from your ass. But you don't actually do it until he finally pushes in and starts flooding your hole with his cum, your body shuddering and then driven to even greater heights as he finally grabs your tits, kneading them and squeezing them. After a few moments he starts thrusting again, making you moan louder as he dreamily concentrates on pinching and tugging your nipples and kneading your tits while fucking your already jizz-feeled ass, his balls slapping a bit more lazily against your now literally dripping pussy.\n\nBy the time he pulls out, the runoff of three loads of cum dribbles out of your slightly gaping ass and down your soaked sex, leaving you shivering and panting on the bed, having slumped forward onto your shoulders at some point and left him to knead and spank your ass with your tits being less accessible. You're still quivering, little aftershock orgasms seeming to intensify in the red handprints left on your round teenage asscheeks as he rises from the bed, wobbling slightly with tiredness despite being asleep, his half-limp cock dripping cum as he wanders back through the open door and out into the hall, turning back towards his bedroom and your sleeping mother. Once you've gotten your thoughts together and feel like your legs won't give out under you, you get up and head to the shower, tossing his sleeping pants into your parents' bedroom after him as you go. 'See you tomorrow night,' you think, shivering and feeling a quiver in both your unfucked pussy and your thoroughly-fucked asshole.\n\nAnd you do, and the night after that. While it's not every night, over the next few weeks your father sleepwalks more often than not, bungling into your bedroom or wherever you happen to be that evening. Some nights it involves long sessions of sleep-cunnilingus and nipple-sucking, some nights he just presents his cock to get sucked off or goes right to giving you a good hard fuck in one of your holes. And you love every bit of it, gradually losing more and more shame about enjoying his sleepfucking, eagerly stripping off or pulling your panties aside whenever you see him coming with that shuffling gait. It's on one of these 'direct and to the point' nights, after he's just walked in, bent you almost in half, and mounted you and started trying to fuck you into the mattress, that you hear a voice from the doorway. "My my, he's not being easy on you, is he, sweetheart?"\n\n"Nnh, nnh, anh," you groan, suddenly feeling a renewed sense of shame at the fact that the cock you were made with is pounding into your pussy and the balls you came out of are slapping against your asshole at the sound of your mother's voice. But even if she hadn't given you her explicit permission, there's not exactly a lot you could do at this point, since your father's got you pinned in a full mating press, his cock plunging mechanically into your stirred-up sex. "Y-yeah," you manage a little ruefully amidst your moans after a moment.\n\n"Are you sure you're alright? Well, you sound alright." Your mother, wearing a purple nightie and no panties, has her shoulder leaned against the doorframe and her arms folded as she watches you, and obviously listens to the slutty, pleasured qualities of your moans. Her eyes roam down to where her husband's prick is plunging into your pussy, his balls lifting to reveal the gooey mess surrounding his shaft spreading you open. "He didn't just start either, what is this, his second load he's working on?"\n\n"Third," you whimper, your pussy giving a quiver at the thought.\n\n"Mm. You know I kind of just assumed, but... you <i>are</i> taking your birth control, aren't you, dear?"\n\nYour face flushes even more at that, and you're further ashamed to find out that you have to answer her through an orgasm that ripples through you at the thought of getting knocked up by your own father... as unlikely as that is right now. "Y-yes!"\n\n"Good, good, just making sure. Oh, here he goes again," she adds cheerfully as your sleeping father gives a soft grunt that you too have picked up on, just before he pushes in as deep as he can and pumps his third gush of cum of the night into you. After a few moments he raises up, his cock sliding out of you before he stops, as if displaying his smeared, dripping shaft for both of you above your churned-up, spread-open pussy as you quiver and mewl and try to catch your breath. Still half-hard as he swings off the bed, your father shambles towards the doorway... only to stop as your mother gently lays her hands against his stomach and chest. As you lay there still breathless from getting fucked, you watch her sink to her knees and then slide that partially limp cock into her mouth, her sucks and slurps somehow soft and dignified as she cleans him of the mixture of his cum and yours. The entire time there's a slight grin on her lips even around his shaft, and her blue eyes are on you... affectionate, but obviously with a hint of 'This is still mine even if I let him put it in you'. At least that's what you read... it doesn't stop you from reaching down to stroke and finger your cum-smeared cunt as you watch your mother suck your father's cock clean of his nighttime rendevous with you, before taking his hand and leading him back to their bedroom.\n\nA few days later you come home late in the afternoon from hanging out with friends (normal life seems vaguely weird with your new nocturnal activities but you still manage to live it), but notice only one car in the drive. Curious, you head on in to find your mother on the couch, watching TV with a mildly peeved look on her face. "Hey Mom, where's Dad?" you ask.\n\n"Oh, he suddenly got called away on a trip to do an emergency reworking of some big ad campaign, he could be gone for a bit," she answers with a sigh.\n\n"Huh." You frown a little yourself, partly in daughterly bother at not getting to give him a hug and say bye before he left, partly at... well, other concerns. After a moment you head over to plop down on the couch as well. "Well that sucks. How long's 'a bit'?"\n\n"A few days at the very least, he said it might be two or three weeks at the far end," she replies, actually pouting just a little as she plays with the remote.\n\n"Dang." You lean back against the couch, then glance over and give her a slightly sheepish grin. "Well, I guess we'll both get a bit of rest, huh?" It's kinda weirdly felt easier to talk casually about the whole thing since that night she actually walked in on you.\n\n"Hm, you have a point," your mother acknowledges with her own bit of a grin.\n\n... Before the both of you give a simultaneous sigh at the statement completely failing to comfort either of you.\n\n'Damn, I got used to getting fucked pretty much every night,' you think, tucking a hand between your legs and lightly rubbing yourself through your jeans. You'd feel more embarrassed about it, but your mother's actually idly toying with one of her stiff nipples through the material of her blouse. 'Now maybe three weeks without it? There's gotta be some way to fix that...'\n\n<hr>\n[[Ask your mother what she does.|GGParent13x9]]\n\n[[Suggest looking for another source together.|GGParent]]\n\n[[Look for another source yourself.|GGParent]]

"So, um, this isn't the first business trip he's been on, how do you usually deal with it, Mom?" you ask, looking over again.\n\n"Hm? ... Oh. Well, I suppose it won't hurt to show you," she says after a brief hesitation, her cheeks actually coloring a little as she stands up. "Come on, then, follow me."\n\nCurious, you follow her upstairs and into her bedroom, where she opens the closet and takes out a plastic chest with a lock that for some reason you always assumed was full of important paperwork. Instead she lifts it to reveal a fairly broad selection of sex toys, including what looks like some handcuffs and gags. But she ignores most of it to pluck up a long drawstring bag which she opens, and draws out a fleshtone dildo complete with attached balls. One that looks weirdly familiar for some reason... until you blink. "Wait, is that-?"\n\n"Mm-hmm." Your mother's still blushing, but now grinning with obvious pride as she taps the tip of the dildo against her cheek, practically nuzzling it as she continues, "I've made several of them over the years, using various methods. Well we are both artists, dear, and a tad kinky at that, sleepfucking not even entering the equation. This particular one is the result of three dimensional scanning and a very high-quality printer that could work with latex and if you don't think that it was a heart-pounding thrill to use it at the office to make this thing, well."\n\n"Nice," you murmur, blushing as well now, though you also can't help but glance at the chest and the rest of it. "... Uh, is that a gag? It looks... uncomfortable. Like moreso than BDSM uncomfortable."\n\n"Hm? ... Oh no dear that's not a ring gag. Though I suppose in a pinch you could sort of use it as one," she adds thoughtfully, before shaking it off and picking up the strappy contraption, a gold ring at its center. "No, one of the previous iterations of 'Little Daddy'-"\n\n"That's its name?"\n\n"Cute, isn't it? But one of the previous iterations was a complete kit and came with this, apparently it's for adapting dildos to be used as strapons."\n\n"Ah." Yeah you can certainly see some of the potential uses of that, though from the way your mother's talking it's never actually been used. ... One potential use of it does occur to you, which causes you to side-eye your mother, and notice that she's similarly side-eying you. You're fairly certain the same thing's just popped into both of your minds about how you can keep busy while your father's out of town. The question is, do you dare venture it...?\n\n<hr>\n[[Dare, dare!|GGParent13x10]]\n\n[[Just ask to borrow 'Little Daddy'.|GGParent]]

"Let's go look at the pond," you decide. The two of you take lanterns and head to the back door, spending a few moments messing with the old, somewhat warped white-painted doors and pushing them open, heading across the broad stone porch. Down a short flight of stone steps, across a barren garden area, and you arrive at the edge of a long, rectangular stone pool.\n\nThe water has gone beyond simply being choked with algae. Even as you bring the light of the camp lantern closer, the water looks thick and black rather than just green... as if it had congealed into some sort of otherworldly slime. Shuddering a little, you stand up and take a step back, suddenly feeling it much easier to believe something monstrous and inhuman lurked under those waters.\n\n"Wow, check it out," Leslie murmurs, walking to one of the ends of the pool and holding up her own lantern. "This wasn't in the movie." She seems to be referring to the tall, ugly concrete statue that's been set on a base at the shorter side. It's a good eight feet tall from tip to toe, if you don't take into account its arms raised up high in a classic fright pose. Its head is huge and bluntly angled forward, reminiscent of some deep sea fish with its gaping maw filled with needle teeth, wetness dribbling from it that implies it serves as a sort of birdbath (poor birds). Its front is layered like the back of a lobster's shell, its limbs lanky and ending in long, many-jointed fingers with crudely-rendered webbing between them.\n\n"Well, it was. That's definitely the pond monster," you comment after a moment of looking. "Wonder if they stuck that there after the movie?"\n\nLeslie glances towards you and opens her mouth to speak. What happens next is so fast that you're left staring in shock for several long moments even after it's done. Her eyes widen, and whatever she was going to say turns into a scream that's abruptly cut off as she's yanked sideways and downward, disappearing below the black water with barely a ripple. You just stare at where she was standing, brain not quite comprehending what you just saw, until you feel something clamp around your ankle and yank you just as fast and hard.\n\nYou go from standing in clear, if somewhat musty air, to being completely surrounded by thick, murky black water in an instant. Your nerves are still catching up to the fact that you're soaked to the skin by the cold liquid as you realize you're being dragged deeper and deeper by something with a grip like iron.\n\n<hr>\n[[Panic.|GGHHPlaceholder]]\n\n[[Try to stay calm.|GGHH4x2]]

"We're gonna hafta try and push the eggs out," you decide, not wanting to think about how much bigger they might get inside you... or whether you'd 'lay' them before they hatched.\n\n"O-okay... how?" Leslie asks.\n\n"... Go to the edge of the water and lay down. I guess I'll kinda hafta... step on you," you suggest after a moment.\n\n"What?!" she blurts, her voice almost coming out in a squeak. \n\n"Look, it's all I can think of!" you snap back. "We don't want these things squirting all over the floor! And how else am I gonna help you push them out?!"\n\nLeslie stares at you for a few moments, then sighs and struggles to her feet. Moving over to the water's edge, she stares fearfully at it for a few moments, then carefully sits down on the edge, wincing as she slides her legs into the black pool. She lays down on her back, watching you as you walk over to her, biting her lower lip. You raise up one bare foot (you're not even sure when you lost your shoes and socks... maybe during your drag through the water?), hesitate for a moment, then bring it down on the bulge of Leslie's stomach and start pushing.\n\nYour slender friend spasms, her eyes rolling up in her head as she twitches... but from the tone of her scream, it's because she's orgasming hard. Her whole body twitches and jerks, her pussy gushing, spatters of girlcum creating little ripples on the surface of the black water. Her pussy slowly opens up, and something translucent with a dark center, a bit smaller than a baseball, slowly pushes its way out. You stare, but keep grinding your foot, since the treatment is apparently working. Leslie screams in continued orgasm as your heel indents the bulge of her belly and the first egg pops out of her pussy, dropping into the black water and disappearing.\n\nYou continue grinding your foot against your "suffering" friend's belly until a number of the round, quivering eggs have plopped out and fallen into the water. Finally judging that Leslie's stomach has gone completely flat again, you step back and eye her. She's shaking like a leaf, her eyes rolled up in her head, drool running down one cheek. For a few moments you're worried that she's cum so hard that she's completely lost it... but eventually she sits up and scoots back from the water, starting to catch her breath. "Fuuuuck. I seriously thought I was gonna die," she groans, then adds under her breath, "But what a way to go."\n\n"Well, if it makes you feel any better, now it's your turn to do it to me," you say, trying to force some offhanded cheer into your voice. You sit down just like she did and lay back, watching Leslie struggle to her feet and take a moment to steady her rubbery legs. Then, with what you think might be a little too much eagerness, she stomps her foot down on your swollen stomach. Pain and pleasure slam through your body in equal measure, causing an instant eye-rolling orgasm. You yowl and shriek, your tongue jutting out and body twitching out of your control. It hurts <i>so good</i>, especially as the large eggs stretch your pussy on their way out.\n\nLike Leslie, it takes you several minutes to recover once the last of your eggs have plopped into the water. As you shiver and whimper through the aftershocks, you're left wondering where you'll ever get a sensation like this again. Of course, you don't <i>want</i> this to happen again? ... Right? ... Anyway. Standing, you glance at the water, then at Leslie. "Okay, we've gotta get out of here."\n\n"How? Back through there?" Leslie asks, pointing at the water.\n\nWell. That is how you got in here... but you don't exactly relish going into that cold, black water, especially since you have only the vaguest idea of how to get back to the surface. Plus you very much have the feeling that's where your kidnappers are... and who knows what else. You squint into the dimly-lit cavern, then point. "It looks like there's a tunnel or something back there... there might be a way out. Or at least a way away from those things."\n\n"Or it could suddenly drop off into a bottomless pit," Leslie grumbles.\n\nHalf annoyed by her pessimism and half having to agree with it, you look back and forth between your two options.\n\n<hr>\n[[Water.|GGHHPlaceholder]]\n\n[[Tunnel.|GGHH4x4]]

As frightening as this is, some part of you realizes that if you let fear take over, you're not going to live very long. You clamp your mouth closed, fighting to hold onto as much of your air as you can, hoping that wherever you're being abducted to it's close and filled with oxygen.\n\nYour lungs are screaming and your head is swimming by the time the angle you're being pulled at changes, and suddenly you're yanked out of the water and tossed onto a hard stone floor with a splatter, your soaked clothes already starting to spread a pool on the stone. Gasping and coughing, you look around frantically. There's not a lot of light to see by... it only seems to come from something green on the walls that glows faintly. Leslie is nearby, gasping and shuddering as well, looking like she's trying to push herself up on her arms. You look further, trying to spot your abductor, and let out a scream as you do, Leslie's joining to yours a moment later.\n\nThe hulking brutes look just like the statue brought to horrible, slime-dripping life. Though their armored bellies are as white as a dead fish's, the rest of them is covered in green-black scales. Their huge fishlike eyes reflect the faint light like polished stone, their toothy maws slowly opening and closing,, the gills on their sides working as well. Both of you scream again as the large creatures descend on you, their webbed fingers tearing and ripping at your clothes, baring your damp skin to the sickly glow of the cavern.\n\nMoving in near identical motions, the fish monsters flip both of you over, hauling you onto hands and knees, both of you facing each other. You can no longer see your own captor, but you can see the horror pushing Leslie into place... and your eyes widen in terror as you see the massive purple thing that slips from a slit on its crotch, jutting up at an angle above her bare ass. From the look of fear on Leslie's place, you can guess that the monster behind you must be wielding an equally impressive phallic thing. You look into Leslie's eyes, both of your minds trying to reject what's about to happen.\n\nBoth of you scream in near-unison as the creatures thrust into you. Its cock-thing feels as cold and clammy inside your violated pussy as its big webbed hands do on your waist... and yet almost immediately a heat starts spreading out from where it's inside you, stirring your belly and arousing an unwilling lust inside you. It begins thrusting, making a sickly gurgling sound as it rapes you, and with every thrust it drives deeper inside you and your pussy grows hotter and wetter around it. Both you and Leslie continue to scream as you're fucked by the aquatic horrors, but soon your screams are tinted with, and then overcome by, pleasure.\n\nYou're eventually moaning like a whore as sixteen inches of cold, monstrous fishcock slam into your pussy. You're driven near to the edge of madness as you're forced to cum over and over by a disgusting creature that time forgot, your body shuddering in orgasm, your tits jiggling underneath you. The fact that you can hear your friend's own slutty noises and watch her face as she similarly climaxes over and over, her eyes rolling up in her head, tongue lolling out of her open mouth, doesn't exactly help. You're not even certain how many times you cum, but when the fishmonster burbles and thrusts forward, and you can feel bulges traveling through the full length of its cock and then dropping inside you, you have your most intense orgasm ever, quite literally shorting your brain out and sending you crashing unconscious to the floor.\n\nWhen you come to, you and Leslie are alone in the cavern. You groan quietly, pushing yourself up, then looking around in a panic, but seeing no sign of the monsters. You look down at yourself. Your inner thighs are covered in some sort of viscous slime... and your previously flat stomach is bulged slightly. Staring, you run a hand over it... and shudder as you feel something shift inside you. You can feel panic and fear crowding in around the corners of your mind, but refuse to give into it... yet. Breathing deeply to calm down, you reach over and shake your friend's shoulder. "Leslie! Leslie!" She comes to with a start, gasping and flailing, until you can call, "They're gone! They're gone!"\n\n"Oh God," Leslie moans softly, rolling over onto her back... then staring down at her own bulged belly. "What... what did they do to us?"\n\n"I... don't know, they-" You cut yourself off with a gasp as you feel the bulge roil and swell. Leslie squeals as you both fall onto your backs, writhing and cumming as your bellies grow, pushing further and further out, briefly taking on a number of spherical outlines before evening out. Once the growing stops and the pleasurable sensation fades enough for you to both sit up, you both look at least seven months pregnant.\n\n"It's... a monster baby," Leslie whimpers, running her hands over her bulging stomach, then yanking them away in horror.\n\n"I think it's monster eggs, actually," you answer a bit flatly, shaking your head.\n\n"What... what do we do, Cy?"\n\nYou stare down at your egg-bloated stomach, trying to think. Maybe... maybe you could push the eggs out, before they go through another growth spurt or come to term? But how? And something tickles the back of your mind, teasing you with a memory of the pleasure of being monster-raped, and the even more recent wombgasms as the eggs grew inside you. As much of a horror as it is, just how much better would it feel as they got even bigger inside you? Which, of course, is probably the biological reason <i>why</i> it feels so good, trying to convince the surrogate mothers to carry to term. Still... what would it feel like to cum even harder than before...?\n\n<hr>\n[[Try to push the eggs out.|GGHH4x3]]\n\n[[Give up and leave them in.|GGHHPlaceholder]]

You apparently have nothing better to do. You're supposed to be pondering your future, so you sit back and ponder it (and your very strange immediate past) while Jakson drives.\n\nIt's late in the afternoon when he pulls the cart up in front of what you figure has to be an honest-to-God Hobbit hole, considering the big round door in the side of a grassy hill surrounded by a picket fence and a garden. As you're helping Jakson get the wine barrel down, the door opens and a large black dog with a short muzzle and heavy jowls trots out. A man who's probably a fair bit smaller than the dog follows soon after, clad in obviously fine clothes and a fair bit of jewelry. Still, he looks fairly young and not altogether bad-looking, and grins as he pats the dog on the side.\n\n"Ah, my favorite sort of people! The ones who bring me wine!" He gives a laugh, moving to open the gate.\n\n"Hello, Mr. Badgerback," Jakson greets as the two of you carry the wine up the front walk, both of you having to duck to go through the doorway.\n\n"Hello, Jakson," the halfling answers. "And who's this lovely young lady with you?"\n\n"Cyan is another foundling from the monastery, she's helping me with deliveries today," your companion answers as you set the barrel down in front of what's probably the larder, if you had to guess.\n\n"Cyan, pleasure to meet you, Bellweather Badgerback at your service," he says with a bow.\n\n"Likewise," you answer easily enough, trying not to stare at the neat and scaled-down little almost-mansion around you.\n\n"Jakson, if you'd be a good lad, could you go out and have a look at my lamppost while I put together your money?" Bellweather asks. "I'm afraid the thing will come down in the next strong wind, and I've not the, ah, leverage you do."\n\n"Sure, Mr. Badgerback." Jakson trots on out the front door, while the short, curly-haired man moves into one of the other rooms, opening a chest and drawing out a small bag. He trots back, eyeing you with a grin.\n\n"Now, my dear, while he's out, I thought I might invite you to a meal tonight," he says quietly, glancing towards the door. "Something tells me you're not much the sort to enjoy a bit of oats and some milk followed by chanting or whatever you do at that monastery. Fang here and I'd enjoy the company, we would," he adds, tilting his head towards the remarkably docile dog, who gives a low 'boof' as if of agreement.\n\nAn authentic Hobbi-, er, Halfling meal? Dang, now that might be hard to pass up.\n\n<hr>\n[[Accept.|GGMonk1x5]]\n\n[[Decline.|GGMonk]]

"I mean we don't know this is all he got, maybe he's using this to say he caught our 'finale'," you mutter, eyes pinching as you stare at the photo. "And... yeah, he'd get in trouble, probably, but uh... that wouldn't take it back if photos of us fucking got out into the wild."\n\nLeslie slumps a little in place. "... So what do we do?"\n\nYou stare at her for a moment more, then sigh and look up at her. "I guess we go next door."\n\nBoth of you morosely pull your shoes on before getting up and heading out the front door and around the yard to the next house over. You glance at Leslie, who nods nervously, prompting you to knock. The door almost instantly opens, revealing said scrawny nerd guy, grinning widely. "Well hi, girls! See ya got my message! C'mon in, c'mon in," he says super-cheerfully as if he weren't blackmailing you into this, stepping back and gesturing you inside. "My name's Tayler, nice ta meetcha! Leslie aaand... Cyan, right?"\n\n"Yeah," you grumble as you step inside, rubbing your upper arm. The interior of his house is dim, smartbulbs set to a range that keeps it at a sort of late evening light level and the AC cranked up. You'd normally appreciate how his living room is set up as a very 'nerd dream' sort of thing, with multiple chairs and a couch, the kinds with speakers built in and everything, and a massive wall-mounted TV flanked by cabinets housing consoles ranging from the eighties to the one that you're pretty sure came out last week. "So, um, listen-"\n\n"Fess up, asshole, you don't have anything, do you?!" Leslie suddenly snaps, her face red, prompting you to put a hand to your own face and sigh. "That one grainy-ass photo won't do anything, you can't prove that's us!"\n\nTayler blinks a few times, as if honestly surprised by her vehemence. Then he smiles again and takes his cellphone out of his shirt pocket, tapping at it for a moment.\n\n"<i>C'mon, Les, you can be a liiittle loud.</i>"\n\n"<i>Nnnnh, oh fuck, Cyan, goddammiiiiit!</i>"\n\nBoth of your heads whip towards the screen, jaws dropping at what it displays. Not only is there an incredibly sharp, clear video of you kneeling between Leslie's legs and fingering her as you tongue her clit displayed in the center of the screen, but it's surrounded by four more little pictures showing the same thing from different angles. There's definitely fantastic views of both of you's faces, even if you weren't clearly saying one another's names.\n\n"Guess you guys were too distracted to notice my drones," Tayler says cheerfully. "But then I did tweak 'em to be super quiet. Nice HD video all the same, huh?"\n\n"You... uh... you got the whole thing?" you say faintly, staring at the screen, feeling a strange mixture of horrified and a little turned on at staring at the very clear, full audio video of you and Leslie's lesbian antics.\n\n"Well, I missed Leslie coming outside, but I've got everything from where you showed your tits to the end, yeah!" Tayler declares happily, shameless in his glee at having caught you, as if he were discussing having managed to get a rare bird on film from the moment it landed. "Don't worry, you can both have copies, of course. And, y'know, I've got it set up where if I don't cancel the send once a day, the whole internet can have copies too," he adds, just a bit of a malicious flash in his brown eyes. "If you don't do what I say."\n\nYou and Leslie both grimace, exchanging a slightly hopeless look. Then you both look back at him and nod meekly. What else could you possibly do at this point? More blatantly smirking now, he turns and beckons you to follow him upstairs.\n\nYou suppose you shouldn't really be surprised when he leads you into a bedroom. You swallow hard, somehow feeling mocked by the shelves full of anime waifus and the multiple lewd dakimakuras scattered across the rumpled bed. "You two can go ahead and undress for me," he says, still utterly shameless as he turns back to face you. \n\nYou and Leslie both grimace again, but after another exchanged glance you also both pull off your tanktops, not seeing much other option. The goofy 'ooooo!' of delight Tayler gives isn't exactly comforting, but you push forward, undoing your shorts and shoving them down, slipping your still-sneakered feet through them before toeing off your shoes, while Leslie bends over to slide her cutoffs down, yanking her shoes off before she straightens up, both of you squirming and fidgeting as he rakes his bespectacled gaze up and down your bare bodies.\n\n"You're both really fuckin' cute," Tayler coos as he walks over, cupping one of your breasts and giving it a squeeze, while also squeezing one of your asscheeks. At your shudder, he smirks and moves over to Leslie, dipping his head to drag his tongue over one of her nipples, snickering as she reflexively jerks away from him. "Aw, are you both so pussy-exclusive?"\n\n"Not that it'd matter, since you're gross as hell, but <i>yes</i>," Leslie almost snarls, with you giving an aggravated nod of agreement.\n\n"Well that's too bad. Maybe you'll learn to enjoy fun with dicks, though," he sneers as he unbuttons his shirt and shrugs out of it, revealing his scrawny chest, before unbuttoning his pants as well and letting them drop.\n\n<hr>\n[["... pffft..."|GGLes1x7]]\n\n[["Jesus <b><i>Christ</i></b>!"|GGLes]]

Alright so obviously the person in charge of the place you bought the thing might have answers. You appropriate a set of your father's sweats (the hoodie still leaves some of your midriff bare), tugging the hood as low over your face as possible. You can't even fit into a pair of his shoes, so finally you just accept that you'll have to go barefoot, and shove your hands into the hoodie's pockets as you go out the door. Keeping your head down, you walk in the direction of the address you found, trying to ignore the curious looks and double-takes of anyone you pass.\n\nEventually you arrive in front of a small, white-painted brick house, surrounded by a tiny yard with a rather stereotypical white picket fence. It seems a little on the small side for someone that owns an international chain of stores, but who are you to judge? You resist the urge to just step over the fence with your newly long and powerful legs and open the gate like a normal person, walking up the front walk and raising a hand to knock. You blink as the door swings open slightly just ahead of your knuckles, a woman's voice calling, "Do come in! I'm in the library!"\n\nO... kay. You push open the door and step inside, expecting to probably be standing in the living room pretty much, only to stop and stare as you find yourself in a cavernous foyer several times as large as the house you just walked into. You glance behind yourself and can still see the street and small yard, but inside it looks like a cross between a mansion and a cathedral, with an array of huge chandeliers hung above and several curving, winding stairways with elaborate bannisters leading up the the second floor.\n\n"Oh come now, this isn't even the oddest thing you've experienced today, is it?" the voice speaks up, echoing from nowhere and everywhere in the huge entry at once, making you jump a little. "On the right, dear, the hallway. The big double doors twice as tall as you are, that's the library, come along now."\n\nGingerly shutting the door behind yourself, you follow the instructions, feeling more and more weirded out by the moment. You'd kind of expected a confrontation with a business woman or maybe some bent shriveled old witch wannabe... actually, now that you think about it, you're really not sure what you actually expected, after putting on a pair of panties and a top turned you into a huge horny musclechick. And you have a lot of time to question yourself, since the lefthand hallway feels like it goes on for about a city block. You keep looking back to see if you somehow passed the doors, but you can't really think of what to do other than keep going... everything's just getting stranger, but you know that going back won't solve anything at this point. And so you walk along, past paintings of old, grand-looking people seeming very somber in their filigreed gold frames, very dignified vases and sculptures on Roman column display stands, and the occasional rather more odd thing like what looks like a fairy in the center of a solid glass ball (it's either a very, very realistic little sculpture or... ... or something). Finally you spot a pair of huge double doors, hesitating for a moment outside them before pushing them open and stepping inside.\n\nIt looks like someone brought the library from 'Beauty and the Beast' to life, said 'No this isn't nearly grand enough', and then poured a billion dollars or so into rennovations and expansions. You stare around at what looks like at least five stories of books and display cases, and then straight ahead at a small tea area set up with a freestanding fireplace and small round table. Sitting in an armchair is a woman who... you're not sure what age she is, 'mature' seems the best way to put it, her face unlined but obviously more than just adult, her hair long and dark and straight, her eyes a deep purple color behind round spectacles perched on her nose, a cream-colored sweater hugging large breasts and a long navy blue dress draped over her legs, her feet in simple black low-heeled slippers.\n\n"It's a bit disconcerting, but do have a seat, Cyan," she says gently, smiling and gesturing to the chairs across from her.\n\n"... You know my name," you note, not bothering to make it a question as you slowly walk over and sit down, eyeing her suspiciously. Someone who can make a place like this... yeah, her knowing your name doesn't seem exactly 'out there'.\n\n"I know quite a lot about you, now that you've crossed my path," she says agreeably as she leans forward, picking up the teapot and pouring a cup of something deep red, then moving it slightly and pouring another of pale green. She proffers you the cup of cherry cinnamon, smells like, one of the few kinds of hot tea you really like, then sits back with the green. "It's one of the little benefits of how I do what I do."\n\n"What you do is... what?" You frown, staring at her without taking a drink, just holding the cup (a little gingerly, with your larger fingers). "Transform people? Bend space?"\n\n"Those and much much more." She gives you a winning smile and takes a sip of her tea, then mms. "But actually I started out as a time witch. Which is just what it sounds like, I learned to manipulate the forces of time. I became quite good at it too, until I could hop backwards up to five hours, potentially undoing all sorts of problems, often ones that I got myself into in the first place," she adds with a soft laugh. "I was actually quite a lot like you back then! Always getting myself into odd situations, and having to just bull on ahead... though, obviously as I said, I eventually learned a way to avoid that."\n\nYou shift in your chair. "Look, how does this explain what happened to me? Why did you-"\n\n"I'm getting there, dear, just be patient. You know, surprisingly, patience is very important for a time mage. It makes sense when you think about it, messing about with time because you got impatient is just likely to require further messing around after all." She takes several sips of her tea, perhaps just to illustrate the point, but when you don't interrupt her, she continues. "Now, as I availed myself of this power, I began to get an inkling that something was amiss. Certain things didn't quite make sense. It was especially noticeable when I returned to the same point in time repeatedly... things that should have had entirely predictable alterations had I done something differently didn't always. Sometimes when I changed something, something wildly, unpredictably different happened. There seemed to be no rhyme or reason to it... sometimes it was quite predictable, exactly what I thought would happen, sometimes it was a complete right angle. And then came the event that changed everything.\n\n"I was visiting a friend of mine in their home, and chatting with them in their bedroom. They excused themselves for a bit, and I admit I was rather overcome by curiosity and decided to look in their media cabinet. I found a number of unmarked disks and decided to play one, only to find it filled with utterly depraved acts, several of which violated both the laws of nonmagical society and the strictures placed on mages. My friend returned, catching me in the act, and was about to cast a rather lewd illegal spell on me when I turned back time." She sighs a little and sips her tea, obviously mildly troubled by the memory, but not enough that a mouthful of hot leaf water doesn't soothe it immediately. "I immediately rushed out of the room and went to the authorities, who acted on my report and raided my friend's home. However... they found absolutely nothing. And this wasn't a case of just a clever bit of hiding evidence, our authorities are very thorough. Moreover, the hurt and confusion on my friend's face seemed so sincere that I immediately began to question myself. So once again, I turned back time. I went through the conversation with my friend, keeping my hands to myself after they excused themselves, and when they returned we went to dinner. When we came back I asked if I could pick out a movie, and they directed me to the media cabinet. Inside there was nothing more criminal than a few movie disks that had clearly been recorded off of her DVR and a Carrot Top film."\n\nYou try to process that, but admit you're not sure what to do with it. When she seems to have gone silent, you speak up. "So, I don't get it... did they just have some sort of contingency on their secret evidence cabinet?"\n\n"No, dear, it wasn't any sort of spell... it was reality itself changing." Elizabeth smiles as if she hadn't just dropped the equivalent of an existential bombshell. "You see, I went back to that point in time a number of times. Every time I invaded their privacy, I found something criminal, or dangerous, or sometimes merely embarrassing or lewd. Some of that led to situations I barely got out of... others of them led to rather fun experiences." She giggles softly, then clears her throat and continues. "But you see, in every instance where these new revelations were introduced, a bit of investigation turned up further evidence that they had always been there, that there was a history to back up that existence. But then, if I went back prior to a point in discovering them and avoided that discovery, then did the same investigation, there was no such evidence. It had never happened at all. Checking my friend's nightstand turned up an object that, after a bit of talking, revealed that she had an on-and-off girlfriend of many years, and I looked into her... she had an identity, an existence, an address, I even met her. Then I went back and avoided looking in the nightstand... and do you know, after that, I could find not a single trace of that person ever having existed at all."\n\nYou feel your mouth go dry, and force yourself to take a sip of tea to deal with it. The cup clinks so hard against the saucer when you lower it that you decide to set both down to be safe. "You're... you're saying that maybe I didn't even exist before I walked in your door?"\n\n"No, dear. You see, you're different. You're like me, a bit." The woman's purple eyes twinkle at you over her cup. "The reason not every time mage discovers the inconsistent state of reality is that not all of them can detect the changes, and not all who do can comprehend the fullness of them. Because not everyone causes reality to reshape itself when they make a choice, only a select handful in all existence. So most time mages have the opportunity to discover the nature of reality, but they don't have that spark, and thus reality acts predictably for them and they never become aware. You have the spark, but no opportunity to put it to the test, so naturally you believe that what happened was a natural thing that would have happened to anyone that made that choice. That spark, that's how you're like me... I simply have both the spark, and the opportunity. And now, so do you."\n\n"... The costume," you say a little faintly.\n\n"Yes. The costumes in my shops will only have such a dramatic effect on someone who similarly has a dramatic effect on reality. Anyone else would have just found themselves with a rather skimpy superheroine outfit that probably didn't fit quite right," she notes with a grin, the tilt of this one somehow making you blush. "But I do it in hopes that I can discover others with the spark, that they'll come to my attention or come to me. Like you did. Honestly at this point I could show up in virtually any of your numerous existences if I really needed to, but it's usually not very sporting. And really, this one here is all I need. Because I can offer you a choice," she adds, setting down her teacup and gently moving both it and your largely untouched one to the side, sliding two more into the center of the table.\n\n"... And you get what you want no matter what," you say with dawning realization. "Because even if I say 'no'... the fact that you even gave me a choice also means that you can just follow the me that says 'Yes'."\n\n"And now, my love," Elisabeth purrs, lacing her fingers together and resting her chin on top of them. "You begin to understand the attraction of this combination of abilities." She just smiles at you for a moment, then picks up a teapot. "Here. I've found reality seems to love movie references. So let me make one that I'm sure you particularly will comprehend." She tilts the pot, pouring out a stream of deep blue fluid. "You drink the blueberry tea, and I'll send you back to a point before you ever came into my shop... or several other points in your life as well, if that's what you'd prefer." She moves the pot over, and pours out a stream of pinkish-red fluid into the other. "You drink the strawberry tea, and you can stay here with me..." She sets the pot down and leans back in her chair, steepling her fingers and smiling. "And I'll show you just how deep this devious world goes."\n\n<hr>\n[[Blueberry tea.|GGMCE]]\n\n[[Strawberry tea.|GGMCE]]

"Hm, you see the new temp?" the head cook asks, glancing around as he and his assistant walk across the entryway of the restaurant.\n\n"Nah. But there's not blood everywhere, so maybe they did okay," the assistant answers, squinting at the stage. "Uh-oh, Boomer's got his clothes off, though. Still packin' that dog dildo, too. Maybe he just molested whoever it was and they managed to run off."\n\n"How does he keep getting that thing back?" the cook mutters as the two of them walk into the kitchen. Then he pauses, sniffing a bit. "Hey, you smell something?"\n\n"Smells kinda like..." Pursing his lips a bit, the assistant walks over to the oven and pulls the door open. "Aw man, not again."\n\nThe animatronics did a good job with you, that much can be said. Your skin has turned a nice, crisp golden brown, nicely highlighting the curve of your rump as it sticks up in the air. The apple has shriveled, but the juices mingled with the dripped fat have created a wonderful sweetish pork scent in the air that wafts out and smacks the cooks in the face.\n\n"I hate it when they use the kitchen," the cook groans, rubbing his face. "Can't they just kill the temps out in the dining room? Then that's janitorial's job. I hate having to get rid of bodies."\n\n"Yeah," the assistant says with a sigh. Then he sniffs at your crispy-skinned corpse again. "Well, they're getting better at cooking, at least, you've gotta give 'em that."\n\n"Honestly I think Robert looks shit up for them on the internet on nights when we don't have a temp," the cook grumbles. "Well. I guess that makes getting rid of the body easier, though."\n\n"Always look on the bright side!" his assistant chirps, going to get the tongs he uses to pull pork.\n\nWell, at least no one can ever say you didn't contribute to the business.\n\n<b>Fast Felipe's Fiesta Funhouse Kitchen</b> end - <i>Golden brown and delicious</i>\n\n<hr>\n\n[[Back to start.|CharGenMain]]

"Ohhhh," Leslie murmurs, clearly considering that, and taking all of two seconds before grinning and saying, "Yeah okay," as she turns and trots out the door of her room.\n\nSmirking, you pop up and take a moment to undo your own cutoffs and shove them down, kicking them off and trotting after her in just your thong and tanktop. No reason to go taking unnecessary clothes where they could get dirty, right? \n\nLeslie apparently thinks the same thing, since as she steps out the back door she stops and shoves her own cutoffs down, unsurprisingly revealing she wasn't wearing anything under them and showing off a nicely stark tanline in the shape of her usual bikini before trotting forward across the cement, with you pausing in roughly the same place to pull off your tanktop and drop it with them, baring your breasts to the warm summer morning. Leslie's back yard isn't particularly sprawling, and pretty much half of it is taken up by a hot tub and a pool that's only a bit large than twice its size, shallow and clearly more for lounging and splashing in than proper swimming. It is a bit cooler beside it, though, and Leslie plops down on one of the lounge chairs and leans back, spreading her legs a bit and grinning at you expectantly, apparently fully on board with fucking in the fresh air now that you've suggested it.\n\nGrinning, you move up onto the lounger on your knees, leaning in to kiss her again, your bare breasts brushing against her still-covered ones as her hands come up to roam your back, occasionally slipping down to squeeze your ass. You run your hands up her stomach and under her shirt, cupping those pert breasts and giving them a light squeeze before starting to focus on playing with her nipples, Leslie squirming around underneath you again. The two of you settle in to just playing with one another and fondling each other, not in a hurry... the weather's nice, her mom won't be home until late tonight, why rush? You pull off her tanktop at some point, leaving her naked and you in just your thong as the two of you kiss and play on the comfortable padding, the occasional sound of birdsong and pleasant cool breeze really helping to make the argument for why it was such a sexy idea to fuck outside.\n\nEventually though you decide to move things along and start scooting downward, kissing along Leslie's body as she takes in a deep breath, her back arching with anticipation, flat belly lifting against your lips as you work your way downwards. You settle with your legs spread and hanging mostly off the lounge, getting in between her legs and starting to work your tongue over her outer lips before focusing on her clit, giving it a little kiss before starting to roll your tongue around it. She's already nice and wet, obviously, so you don't hesitate to push two fingers into her, albeit nice and slow, before starting a steady, smooth stroking in and out as she moans and gasps, obviously trying to keep her voice down a little bit considering you <i>are</i> outside.\n\nWhich of course really only makes it better. Feeling the sun on almost your whole body, including your ass as it wiggles in the air a bit with your enjoyment, those nice cool breezes across your face even as you eat out your friend, cute birdies no doubt watching the two of you's little lesbian encounter. Lot of fun to think about...\n\n<hr>\n[[You should do this more often!|GGLes]]\n\n[[Wonder if her neighbor can see...|GGLes1x4]]

"Um, what?" Leslie murmurs, blushing again.\n\n"You were the one teasing me about how scary outside was," you tease her back even as you undo the button of her cutoffs and start slowly pulling the zipper down, but not yet making any move to pull them down, since they're snug enough to stay up on her slim hips on their own still. "So we could always get out and fool around in the fresh air and sunshine, hmmm?"\n\n"Ummmm... hmmmm... Iiiii dunnoooooo," she hedges as she continues to squirm, her legs giving little twitches as you run your hands up and down her thighs. It's pretty clear the idea turns her on, it's just how much work it's going to be to convince her to actually do it. "I mean, where were you thinking of?"\n\n<hr>\n[["The back yard."|GGLes1x3]]\n\n[["The park."|GGLes]]\n\n[["The pool."|GGLes]]

Leslie snorts loudly at that. "So this is the same booty call as every other couple of days this summer?"\n\nYou give her an exaggerated pout. "Aw, c'mon, Les, you know I love spending time with you! Just... it's a lot more fun when we're both naked," you note, leaning back on the bed and kicking your currently bare feet a bit. "... And have our tongues in each other's pussies."\n\nLeslie blushes a little bit, glancing aside and brushing a fingertip along one cheek. "Yeaaah okay that's fair, 'cause that is pretty fun." Then she giggles and gets up, walking over to lean down and give you a quick kiss on the lips. "Fiiiine, my mom won't be home until like late anyway, so nothing stopping us."\n\nYou grin and duck your head in, nuzzling at her throat before planting a few kisses there, enjoying the way she wiggles and shifts her hips, especially once you rest your hands on them and rub a bit. Leslie's fingertips brush over your nipples through your shirt as you give her own cutoffs a little tug, just getting them a tiiiny bit further down as the two of you get started. \n\n"We should probably lock the door," Leslie whispers to you as she gives one of your nipples a light pinch.\n\n<hr>\n[["Probably."|GGLes5x1]]\n\n[["We could always go outsi~de..."|GGLes1x2]]\n\n[["Actually let's be <i>really</i> naughty..."|GGLes]]

Taking a deep breath and doing your best to focus, you tear your eyes away from the dog's cock and force them onto the clear water tank that feeds into his dish instead. Marking off that everything looks good, you force your legs to start moving, even though you can feel more wetness sliding down your inner thighs. If you can't control yourself on your very first day, how can you be expected to do your job?!\n\nYou pause at the little cleanup area before the outside, using some towels to wipe yourself off and catch your breath. Luckily, your little act of exercising restraint seems to have helped you calm down, and while your pussy remains wet, you don't immediately start dripping down your thighs again. You pause for a few moments, staring out the little window in the door at the sunny blue sky overhead, then down at your bare lower half. ... Welp. Orders are orders. Taking a deep breath, you push the door open and head outside.\n\nLuckily, there's a tall and sturdy privacy fence surrounding the fairly large grounds, with not so much as a climbable tree to be seen beyond it... clearly Amarie has been very thorough about securing the Winterbury against possibly prudish prying peepers. (Heh, good one, Cyan.) It's still a little bit intimidating to be walking around bottomless outside, but at the same time exhilerating too. You walk along the edges of the building, peering into the enclosures and making a few notes here and there, smiling and complimenting the dogs that come outside to see you again, including cooing at a few and hoping you see them later due to the glistening red rockets swaying beneath their bellies.\n\nEventually you finish up and return to Amarie's office, finding her typing at her computer. "All finished, Boss," you report, passing over the clipboard once she holds a hand out.\n\n"Good, good." She accepts it and looks it over, flipping a few pages, before picking up the small walkie-talkie on her desk and clicking it. "James, we've got ant beds in ten and twenty-seven, take care of it. Jess, I've got a list of enclosures that need water, come show the new girl how to fill them."\n\n"Got it," a male's voice answers, before a female's adds, "On my way."\n\n"Er... do they-" you start, glancing at the door nervously, then down at yourself.\n\n"Yes, everyone who works here is in on how we do things," Amarie answers with a grin. "James and Jess are your only two coworkers at the moment, and they won't always be here when you are, but I wanted them both here on your first day in case they needed to help out."\n\nYou look at the door as it opens, fighting down the urge to cover yourself as a girl a few years your senior walks in. Jess is a bit taller, with thick, rumpled black hair and green eyes, with breasts slightly larger than yours. She's wearing a t-shirt that reads 'Nine cats own me' and while she's not bottomless, the pair of denim cutoffs she does have on are pretty brief. She grins brightly as she sees you, holding out a hand and resting the other on her hip. "Hi, I'm Jess, nice to meet you."\n\n"Cyan," you reply as you shake her hand.\n\n"Well, you're the youngest girl boss-lady has ever taken on, and maybe the cutest too," she compliments cheerfully. "C'mon, I'll show you how to do the water."\n\nLeading you back into the hallways, Jess begins showing you the occasional thin hoses that are discretely attached to the walls, instructing you in the method of running some water into a pail to make sure the line's clear, how to get it into the water tank through the gate without splashing, and cautioning you on watching for anything that might have made it through the filters. As she's demonstrating the process for you, and to help yourself get over the fact that you're following a near-complete stranger around half naked, you lean in a bit and glance at her shirt. "Is that true or just a random shirt?"\n\n"Oh it's true!" she answers with a giggle. "I love all animals but cats are definitely my favorite. I know, I know, what am I doing working at a facility that's pretty exclusively dogs, then, right? Thing is, boss-lady owns a lot of facilities that deal in animals, including some that deal in exotics and wild animals. This is basically my training and paying my dues to her before she'll move me up somewhere." She sighs dreamily as she puts a hand to her cheek. "What I really want is to get fucked by every type of Big Cat. Lions and tigers, oh my!" she adds with another giggle, before shutting off the water. "But dog cock's pretty good until then! Alright, I'm back to the front desk, you better go see what boss-lady wants you to do next."\n\nReturning to Amarie's office, she glances up and grins. "Got a handle on the water hoses? Good, you'll be in charge of that as part of morning rounds from now on. As to what's next, there are several things you could turn your attention to," she continues as she glances through some of the papers on her desk. "Being the wonderful employer that I am, I'll let you take your pick. You should be able to handle [[exercising the dogs|GGDog]] on your own... that includes, but should not be limited to, letting them have a go at you," she adds in amusement, eyes twinkling, before glancing at her papers again. "It's a Wednesday, that means it's '[[Shot Day|GGDog]]' and a good handful of our residents need injections. I'm not expecting you to give injections, obviously," she continues, glancing up with a grin. "But the poor dears <i>do</i> like to let off some stress after getting one, typically."\n\nYour face burning a bit, you nod. "Um, anything else, or...?"\n\n"Two other things," she says, holding up two fingers. "First is our 'helicopter parent' program."\n\n"What the heck is that?"\n\n"Some people who kennel their dogs here pay extra to be able to check in on their pets [[via webcam|GGDog12x1]] any time they like. Don't worry," she adds with a little laugh as you blanche slightly. "The webcams of the ones who aren't in the know are focused so they can't see anywhere outside of the enclosure, but you see why it was important to not just do as you like during rounds? But yes, I'll admit, you've already been shown off to a few who have access to the wider-area cameras. Others who pay an even higher fee get to see regular, guaranteed feeds of their dogs fucking people. You'd be helping Jess out with that, and I'll include a nice little bonus in your paycheck for every dog that you fuck on camera, just like she gets."\n\n"Um. And the last?"\n\n"We've just gotten in a [[new batch of products|GGDog10x5]] from vendors hoping we'll use them. Doggy treats, collars, toys, things like that. James will be looking at them, he could use a helper. Whichever of those activities you like, dear, since it's your first day and I want you to enjoy yourself as well as feeling like you're helping out."

When you just stand there saying nothing for a minute, kind of pale and shocked-looking, Song nods slowly. "The first week will be the most dangerous," she says evenly, which makes you flinch just a little. "You're not the only new student, plus everyone's been on break for a while, so the teachers are going to be looking to make examples. You'll see what I mean before the week is out for sure... assuming you don't get yourself in trouble the first day."\n\nShe continues the rest of the tour as normal, though she's considerably more formal and a bit stiff now, and you mostly keep your mouth shut, tense and a bit fuming. You fret and worry to yourself all along the ride home, heading inside, the smell of fresh paint still a little cloying and a handful of boxes with things that didn't have already predetermined places still scattered about.\n\n"Oh, Layla, you're home," your mother says absently, barely glancing away from the small, mostly flat sculpture she's adjusting on the wall. "How was the orientation?" she asks, all her attention already back on said sculpture.\n\nYou open your mouth... then close it, shaking your head. "Fine," you answer before turning and heading towards the stairs.\n\n"Mm-hmm," your mother acknowledges in a way that says she would have made the same noise if you'd announced you'd had a hand removed for trying to steal one of the trophies.\n\n'She has to have been full of it, right?' you think as you flump down into your memory foam beanbag chair (which you guess makes it just a memory foamchair but whatever). 'It's just a prank, or her giving me shit, or her trying to bully me into staying in line.' That last thought makes you narrow your eyes and clench your teeth. 'No one. Bullies. <i>Me</i>. I'll show that bitch!'\n\n... Still. It's hard to get how serious she looked out of your mind. Though you've mostly convinced yourself that Song was just bullshitting you (and that she should pay for this someday), there's definitely some concern lurking in the back of your head. Some of the things she said were just weird, even for some kind of prank. What did she mean, 'if you think you chose this school you're wrong'?\n\nAnyway, you try to put it out of your head as, the next day, you once again get dressed and head to school. You've got yourself cool and under control, just the perfect amount of strut so that you stand out without standing out <i>too</i> much or looking like you're trying to stand out. (Effort, the lamest of all sins.) You notice that most of the students are, just as you'd hoped, mostly rather well-dressed and accessorized in the parts of their uniform that they could customize... although there are a good handful that also seem to be a bit on the scruffy side. On the one hand, oh no, what if this place isn't truly elite? On the other, oh good, at least there will be some blatant targets that almost everyone is certain to agree on.\n\nYou head to your first class, Literature, which you definitely do not enjoy at all because books are lame. When you walk in, you actually have to stop and stare. The teacher is, rather than sitting behind her own desk, perched on one of the student desks in a little cluster of them without chairs, indicating they're unoccupied. She's on the younger side for one thing, with thick black hair pulled back in a ponytail, and also falling around her face in a way that you definitely think would be too messy for a teacher in such an otherwise tightly-run school. But what has you staring is her chest... geez, it's huge! Honestly it looks like her own white blouse is barely containing it, with her ID badge just barely covering a slight gap between two buttons. Her black miniskirt and pantyhose are also showing off wide hips and long legs, a pair of not-quite-stiletto black heels on her feet.\n\n<img src="images/MsLee.png">\n\n"Good morning, class," she says as the bell rings, rising to her feet and using the wooden pointer in one hand to nudge her glasses up on her nose. "For those of you joining us this semester, I'm Ms. Lee, and I'm the head literature teacher here at St. Sacuma's. I'm also one of the vice principals and a guidance counselor, so chances are you'll be seeing a fair bit of me. Although, obviously, you should try to avoid getting into trouble," she says with an easygoing smile.\n\n'She doesn't exactly seem like a hardnosed authoritarian,' you consider as she takes the roll, answering the call of your name with an easy acknowledgement that you may have practiced to sound perfectly cool and nonchalant. Though you try not to make a face as she says that rather than passing out the class's syllabus, you're expected to write it down, and then heads to the board to start doing so.\n\n"U-um... h-hey."\n\nYou glance aside. There's a girl in the desk next to yours that looks sort of like the less cool, less put-together, younger version of Ms. Lee, if you had to give her an easy description. Just that on her the somewhat messy tousled hair and glasses make her look like some sort of library gremlin... probably that she's not even trying to be sexy, just sort of hunched there in her desk. (You're pretty sure she doesn't have the same massive knockers, but between the oversized version of the blazer and her posture it's honestly hard to tell.) You'd almost think they had to be related, but between various differences and the fact that everything Ms. Lee is wearing is designer labels and you can see that some of this girl's stuff is frayed and probably from the local discount store, you're pretty sure it's just a coincidence. (Probably. ... Now you kind of wished you'd paid attention when roll was called instead of focusing on how perfectly you were going to say 'Here'.)\n\n"I forgot my pen box," she whispers with a little flinch. "C-could I borrow something?"\n\n<hr>\n[["Pft, as if!"|MeanHH2x1]]\n\n[["..."|MeanHH1x3]]\n\n[["... Yeah fine."|MeanHH]]

Well. It's like she says, isn't it? Not every part of a job is something you're super eager to do, but all the same...\n\nAfter hesitating just a bit more, you turn and set your soda down on a small shelf nearby, then slide off of the couch and onto your knees. Leaning forward between her spread legs, you spend a few moments looking at the spread pink of her pussy and watching wet droplets slide down the moist flesh, before leaning forward and dragging your tongue along it, then shifting to the side and licking again.\n\n"Mmm, there we go," Amarie murmurs, fingers sliding away from her pussy and resting on your head instead. "Just keep it up dear... I'm not expecting any great skill, just show me some enthusiasm," she coos encouragingly.\n\nYou think you can manage that, at least. Feeling the soft downy hair tickle at your tongue a bit whenever you lick particularly high, you start adding some speed and force to your licks, gradually getting your mouth a bit closer as your initial reticence fades. Your tongue slides a bit deeper inside her as you put more effort into eating her out, and you even give a try at sucking on one of the outer lips, hearing her moan softly above you.\n\n"Therrre you go, that's very good," she practically purrs, stroking her hand over your hair. "Mm. But get those jeans off. I want to see that cute teenage ass of yours."\n\nSince there doesn't exactly seem to be any point to modesty now, you straighten up long enough to unbutton and unzip your pants, shoving them and your thong down and wiggling your way out of them without getting off your knees, shoving your shoes and socks off as you do. Bottomless, you lean forward, noting that the couch is low enough that you're practically on all fours while eating her out, showing off your bare ass to good effect indeed. You flick your eyes up towards her as you resume licking at her pussy, barely able to see past her tits even with her leaned back, her own eyes roaming from your face down to your pert butt and back, her lips lightly parted and eyes heavy-lidded, obviously enjoying the sight of a half-naked straight girl eating her pussy.\n\n"Such a good girl," Amarie moans as your tongue starts working deep into her pussy, her hips rising a little towards your lips as they press against her opening. "Good, good girl. I think you deserve a treat." Her hand tightens a bit on your hair, just enough to keep you from turning easily, as she gives a particular three-note whistle. You can't do much at the moment other than continue to work your tongue in your new boss's furry pussy as you hear something like a small door opening and swinging, and then the jingling of tags and the light clip of nails on the floor. You gasp into Amarie's cunt as you feel the familiar sensation of a large furry body settling its weight atop your back and the wrap of strong forelegs wrapping around your middle, just before the much-anticipated dog cock crams itself into your pussy.\n\nYou start moaning and gasping in earnest as the dog atop you starts pumping its hips, pounding your teenage pussy eagerly. You find your face being driven against Amarie's pussy, and begin to find some honest enthusiasm for eating her out, more eager moans escaping you as you stiffen your tongue and drive it into her, letting the dog on your back's thrusts fuck your tongue deep into her own cunt. You can hear Amarie starting to moan softly as well, her own voice turning breathy and coming faster as she resumes petting your head, her other hand coming up to presumably rub and scratch the dog fucking you. "Oh yes baby, oh yes, you're such a good girl, you're eating my pussy so good while you're getting fucked, oh yes baby eat mamma's cunt, nnnh yeees fuck..."\n\nEventually you give a cry of orgasm against Amarie's inner thigh as the dog's knot stuffs itself into your cunt and he starts spurting inside you. At a nudge from Amarie the dog slides off of your back, and soon you feel his fuzzy ass pressing against your bare pale one as you're tied with like a proper bitch. Moaning softly, you begin licking Amarie's pussy again in a slower, almost casual way as you wait for that fat knot to finish spilling its load inside you and deflate. And it takes awhile, at least half an hour before the dog finally tugs away and his cock slips out of you, letting a spill of his cum run down your inner thighs and spatter on the floor. You look over your shoulder, seeing the big yellow Lab wagging his tail and panting, big red cock still unsheathed and glistening with a mixture of his cum and yours.\n\nGrinning, Amarie tugs at you until you follow the direction and settle back up onto the couch, taking your own spot against one corner of it and leaning back as she slides to the floor. Soon your positions are reversed, and you give a loud moan at the feeling of an obviously much more experienced adult woman starting to eat you out. You bite your lower lip to muffle yourself a little as you look down at her, resting a hand on her head as her dark eyes twinkle mischievously up at you. As she starts working on your clit your eyes close and your head leans back, letting out a long moan. You almost miss the dog mounting back up, this time on Amarie's back, but you look back forward in time to see his glistening red cock get stuffed up the well-endowed woman's ass, spreading her full buttocks apart as it spears into her rear pucker. \n\nFor the first time you get to watch someone else get fucked by a dog, and while said someone else is eating that same dog's cum out of your quivering teenage cunt. Your moans get louder and more exuberant, interspersed with the occasional "Fuck!" as you toss your head, your hips jerking and twitching towards the ministrations of her tongue. By the time the dog is cramming his knot up Amarie's ass you've lost count of the number of orgasms you've had, and lay trembling against the couch, panting and reassessing your sexuality.\n\n"Mmm, Chester here is one of the various benefits of working here," Amarie coos as she gives your quivering pussy one more lick while the Labrador turns around to face away from her, the woman wiggling her big ass against his trim furry one. "I think you'll find him a very thoughtful lover with a lot of stamina. But once he deflates again, let's get started on that paperwork you'll need to get signed."\n\nOnce the paperwork is drawn up and you have one more quick bang from Chester to see you on your way, you get cleaned up in Amarie's shower before practically skipping all the way home. Your mother blinks as you come in the door. "Well, you seem chipper for someone who went out to get a dog and appears to have come back without one."\n\n"Ah, well," you answer just a bit sheepishly, though grinning broadly. "Actually, I got offered a job instead?"\n\n"A job?" That makes your mother shift through surprised and to suspicious. "You're this happy over the idea of working? Why?"\n\n<hr>\n[[Gush about Amarie.|GGDog11x1]]\n\n[[Gush about the shelter.|GGDog10x3]]

"Well, I went to that place I looked up online, and it's just <i>really</i> nice," you answer honestly enough. "Turns out the lady that runs it is really short-staffed right now, and after I talked with her it just seemed a better idea to work there than get a dog of my own."\n\n"Uh-huh...?" your mother prompts, still looking a little dubious.\n\n"I mean I'd started wanting to have a dog to play with, but it was gonna be really expensive to have one of my own. This way I get to spend time with a lot of dogs, but also get some work experience and make some money. Please, Mom? This place is so nice, they've got this big play area, even the cages are nice, most of the dogs are already trained, you keep saying I need to get out of the house more and do something productive anyway, and-"\n\n"Okay, okay," she says, sighing and holding up her hands, the sigh transitioning to a bit of a laugh. "Okay, I get it! I get it, you've convinced me. I looked at the place online too and it does seem rather nice. But can you actually work there? Deviville requires you to be seventeen before you can work independently..."\n\nYou pull out the roll of papers. "Here, the places you need to sign are already tabbed and everything."\n\n"Of course they are," she says with another laugh. "Fine, fine."\n\nThe next day you return to the shelter bright and early, lightness in your steps again. You get there just as Amarie is unlocking the door, the large-breasted woman turning to you with a grin. "From your demeanor, I'm assuming everything went well?"\n\n"Mhm!" You hold up the sheaf of papers. "Everything's signed and official!"\n\n"Good, good. Welcome to the Winterbury Shelter, then," Amarie answers cheerfully, finishing unlocking the door and leading you once more inside. She takes the papers and feeds them into the fax machine, then hefts a box onto her desk and opens the top, rifling through it. "I'll be providing you a 'uniform', since we wouldn't want your regular clothing getting <i>things</i> on them, now would we? Ah, here we go," she says cheerfully, hefting out a white t-shirt that reads 'DOGGOS WITHOUT BORDERS' in black text in a circle, and shows the outline of a dog wearing a nurse's hat. "This ought to fit... a bit snugly."\n\n"Sure," you answer with a blush, after a moment peeling off your current black Punisher t-shirt, your pert B-cups bared to the office air. "What about my pants, though?"\n\n"I guess those will just have to stay here," Amarie answers, eyes twinkling impishly. "Don't worry, you'll only be working in the back areas today. I'll train you on the front desk at some point. Your first duty is to check everyone's water, make sure they have plenty and that it's clean, as well as checking bedding and doing a check on the outside area of the enclosures to make sure there are no problems like ant beds, dead moles, large holes, that sort of thing." She pauses to smile at you as you wiggle out of your jeans and panties, working them over your socks and sneakers to leave those on. She waits until you've pulled on the whimsical t-shirt, your stiff nipples drilling against the fabric, before she proffers a clipboard. "Here's your checklist, make sure you check every last enclosure."\n\nYou hesitate for just a moment, standing there in nothing but a t-shirt, socks and sneakers, your bare, smooth teenage pussy and pert ass completely on display, coming to grips with the fact that they apparently will be for the rest of the day. A little shiver of excitement runs through you, and you nod, before turning to make your way back towards the enclosures.\n\n"Oh, and Cyan?" Amarie calls, making you pause and turn around. She grins wickedly. "I know you'll be tempted, but no fucking the dogs until you've completed morning chores. Understood?"\n\nYour face turns red, but you grin and nod. "Okay, um, Boss." Turning, you trot on down the hall, trying to get used to the feeling of being so exposed in a semi-public place.\n\nOf course, the next problem that comes up is that you're soon exposed to a large number of big, panting dogs, their warm musk tickling at your nose as you move past the enclosures, checking the numbers against the list as you move along, doing your best to focus. Still, soon rivulets of arousal are running down your inner thighs and dripping off the slick lips of your pussy, and your heart is beating faster with eagerness. Obviously sensing your desire, more than a few of the male dogs you pass begin to unsheath, wagging their tales more rapidly and coming closer to the gates as if to tempt you.\n\nAs you get to the end of one of the rows, the male inside actually leaps up to place his paws against the gate, as if to show off to you. And damn if he doesn't have something to show off... the big black dog's cock is long and thick, with more of a bulge in the middle, and already showing quite an impressive knot. His heavy, furry black balls sway below with his every panted breath, and you can almost feel yourself going glassy-eyed as you stare longingly at that fat puppy prick. You almost whimper with desire, glancing at the handle of the enclosure gate. There's not even a key, and you're well away from the office, you bet Amarie would never even know...\n\n<hr>\n[[Take a fuck-break.|GGDog]]\n\n[[Follow orders.|GGDog10x4]]

Ahhhh... you're being milked.\n\nOf course, you're always being milked. Your nipples are sheathed in a pair of clear suction tubes, giving you a constant view of your milk squirting out into them. Not that you think of it much, other than with satisfaction that you're being milked. Your legs are held attached to a frame that constantly holds them spread, displaying your pussy wet and ready for use at any time, and the power cable running to the large plug in your ass that vibrates non-stop, helping to turn the intense relief-pleasure from being milked into just plain pleasure. Your orgasm has lasted... well you have no idea how long you've been cumming, you're just cumming all the time now, being milked all the time now, your hands aimlessly wandering in almost worshipful strokes over the top of your own huge tits.\n\nThe nice lady who milks you practically skips the room, her own large breasts (although obviously nothing compared to yours) bouncing with her motions. "Good morniiiing, milkslut! And how are we feeling today?"\n\n"Feels good," you moan, half-smiling at her, your eyes glassy. "Getting milked."\n\n"Mm, yes, of course. My, I think they've gotten bigger again today," the blonde muses, tapping her lower lip as she looks you over. "Probably have to redo the frame soon, and get some bigger sheathes for the milker... hm! Why, I bet...!"\n\nWith that she reaches forward, gripping one of the clear tubs around your nipple and pulling with a particular twist. You moan softly in disappointment at the cessation of constant sucking, feeling pressure immediately start to build up in that breast again, writhing lightly in the frame as Mandy strokes her hands over the throbbing, squishy eight-inch pillar of pink flesh that is your nipple. You watch with half-conscious curiosity as she flips her dress aside, displaying that long, fat cock that you've so often had pumping away in your cunt... and then pressing the blunt tip to the end of your nipple. Your eyes first widen as it actually seems to be making a bit of headway... and then roll up as she actually pushes inside you, her prick penetrating your nipple and spreading it wide, stretching it wider before it slides inside your breast as well. Your whole body shudders as she begins thrusting, her movements causing large amounts of milk to spurt out around her girth, splattering her whole lower body and dribbling down onto the floor.\n\n"Hahahaha! Ohhhh, this is lovely, so warm and tight, and of course much much wetter than your cunt!" your owner squeals delightedly as she leans forward, her body and her big tits indenting the surface of your breast as she just leans on it while fucking your nipple. "Ooooo, so nice, so nice, I wish there were two of me so I could fuck both at once! Ahh, I can even feel the milk pushing up inside me, making my balls swell, ohhhh, oh it feels so warm and good and they're getting so big!" she moans as her expanding balls do indeed grow large enoguh to start swinging forward and slapping against the curve of your breast. "I'm going to give it all back to you as nice thick cum, though, my sweet pair of tits!"\n\n"Guh, buh, mmnuh!" you grunt and squeal, your tongue lolled out as your brain is battered with more intense orgasms than the long, constant one you've been feeling up 'til now. Your mind won't survive the feeling of your owner pouring that milk-turned-cum load into you, you know that, you can feel it...\n\n... eh, you weren't using it anymore anyway.\n\n<b>Tandy's Candy</b> end - <i>Milkslut</i>

"I... yeah," you huff out after a moment, nodding. It's honestly a bit of a relief to finally admit it to someone, even if you're simultaneously worried she's just luring you in to trap you. "That's why," you add quietly.\n\nShe smiles, reaching out to rub your shoulder. "There there, sweetheart, don't feel bad. Here, why don't we go in my office? I promise it's not to call your parents or anything like that," she adds with a little laugh, turning you down a different hallway. You'd expect something small and cluttered, but the office turns out to be rather nice, more like a minor executive's than a shelter worker's. You guess that comes with this place being kind of upscale. The woman gestures to the overstuffed-looking couch nearby (which you notice seems to have been chosen to be both stain resistant and not show possible bodily fluids), sashaying over to the minifridge and bending over, heavy t-shirt covered tits hanging down and her large, round denim-hugged butt wiggling at you a bit as she looks around. Coming back over, she proffers a Mountain Dew, which you almost want to protest for being stereotypical but can't really since you love the stuff. Settling down on the other end of the couch, she pops her Dr. Pepper and takes a sip before speaking again.\n\n"Well! First of all, my name's Amarie. Doctor Amarie Saddler, if you want the full thing, though just Amarie is fine. Before we get into things too much, I must know... if you don't own a dog, just how did you discover your interest in this? Being so bold and the look in your eyes, I don't think you've just been browsing internet porn."\n\nYou blush a little, fiddling with the can in your hands for a few moments before mustering up the courage to tell your story. You tell her everything, about being set upon by the Husky in the park, and how after you'd been raped by him you couldn't help but ask for more, and wound up being pounded by what must have been every unleashed male dog in the dog park. As you tell your story you can see Amarie's nipples stiffen beneath her shirt and her lips part slightly, those big tits rising and falling somewhat visibly as she apparently breathes faster. By the time you've finished you notice one of her hands running up and down one of her inner thighs, as if she were just barely suppressing the urge to rub herself through her jeans.\n\n"My my," she murmurs rather breathlessly once you've finished. "I've heard about a lot of first times, but never one quite so... intense. I'd be inclined to give you one of my dogs just in thanks for hearing that story from your own pretty young lips." Her tongue flicks along her own pink lips briefly, before she clears her throat. "Instead, however, I think I have a better proposition than you just taking home a dog."\n\n"Better?" you ask curiously, blinking.\n\n"Indeed. Even free, a dog is going to eat up a lot of your time and attention... plus in your case, there's always the chance of your parents discovering you. Once you start back to school, your poor pup would be home alone most of the day, and your chances to actually have him mount you would become increasingly slim."\n\nYou nod slowly, sighing. "Yeah, I admit I'd worried about some of the same things. I mean I figured I could steal some weekends home alone while they go out, or maybe even in my room late at night sometimes..."\n\n"But both still have their risks and are not nearly as satisfying as just letting yourself go, and getting properly puppy-pounded, yes?" Amarie's lips curl up in another one of those knowing grins, making you blush again. "Let me offer my alternative. I'm currently a bit short-staffed here at the shelter... I've recently had to move all but a few of my workers over to one of my other facilities to meet demands there. I could use someone to help clean up, run errands, play with the dogs..." Her lips curl up in a grin. "And of course, <i>play</i> with the dogs. I assure you that you wouldn't go wanting for dog cock. But rather than paying for the privilege, you could be paid for it... and a rather smart hourly sum as well. Full time for the summer, a few hours each day after school and on the weekends once you're back in. You're sixteen...?"\n\n"Seventeen in a few months," you allow, the thought already turning over in your head.\n\n"Hm, then at first we'll need a permission form from your parents for you to work here, but I doubt you'll have much problem with that, especially if you tell them you've decided to seek gainful employment instead of bringing home a large expensive furball," Amarie answers with another little chuckle. "Although, there is one thing I'd like you to do as an interview."\n\n"What's that?"\n\nSmiling, she slowly unbuttons her jeans, lifting her ass off of the couch as she wiggles them down over her hips. You stare as she works them down her legs, nudging them and her sneakers off to tumble to the floor, then brings one leg up to rest her sole on the couch cushion between the two of you. She runs two fingers up and down along her furry, dark blonde pussy, then uses them to spread herself and show off her glistening pink. "You've gotten me all riled up with that story of yours, dear. So just consider this a casting couch. Don't like girls?" she asks at the blatant uncertainty on your face. "Well, it wouldn't be a job without having to do at least one thing you don't necessarily want to, darling. But the perfect job requires nothing more than you getting on your knees and working your tongue around in my cunt."\n\n<hr>\n[[Accept.|GGDog10x2]]\n\n[[Refuse.|GGDog]]

*<b>Main</b>: Plushie Jamie can see that the dildo Tanya is getting out is [[purple and sparkly|QOVex4x4]].\n*<b>Main</b>: Celeste can take the job at [[Bambi's Bikini Pizza|CelPizzaStart]].\n*<b>Main:</b> Mike can refuse to show Serva and Raven "[[it|MikeMST1x3]]".\n*<b>Main:</b> Austin can [[release Murielle|AustinElf1x1]] in return for a wish.\n*<b>Main:</b> After going over to Kevin's, Jamie can suggest [[waiting for Tanya to leave|QOFam1x6]].\n-Update 2-\n*<b>Main:</b> Eric can use the debug menu to [[mess with Nabiki|RanDeb1x14]] after making a deal for sex.\n*<b>Main:</b> After selecting the crate of artifacts, Austin can [[put the pendant he finds|Austin1x2]] back.\n*<b>Main:</b> Plushie Jamie can have his mother give him to [[Maya|QOVex4x2]].\n-Update 3-\n*<b>Main:</b> Buddy can invite the [[witch and cat trick-or-treaters|BuddyOct17x1]] in for cookies.\n* Jamie can have Sandra become his slave.\n-Update 4-\n*<b>Main:</b> Layla can decide not to sleep on (and crease) her new [[Fighter|MeanSima1x5]] character sheet.

Eh... it's feeding the algorithm its dregs of engagement, but whatever, you're interested. You follow the link to the group 'Strange Deviville', and are soon reading over the welcome message.\n\nTurns out that this is actually a pretty well-established group and relatively active, and organized to boot. They even have a little wiki about Deviville's urban legends, cryptids, and other similar paranormal stuff. There are a smattering of posts on the main social media account that are about various good places to meet up near various sites of interest, but apparently most of the content of the group is either on the wiki or in their Discord server. Well, suits you, in your opinion social media is for posting art (and porn... and porn art). So which to check out first?\n\n<hr>\n[[The wiki.|GGUL1x1]]\n\n[[The server.|GGUL]]

"Ah... I really appreciate the offer, but I'm really not into that," you reply, then hurry to add, "Wow, you're that close to being a FEAR? That's pretty cool, the Commander was saying a lot of stuff about how the average life expectancy for a newbie is like ten minutes and there's five engagements a week, you must be really good at this!"\n\n"Eh?" Shyn seems a little flummoxed by the refusal followed by flattery, straightening up and blinking a few times. She sounds a little off-kilter still as she waves a hand and says, "Don't let that bullshit scare you too much, Thirty-Six gets five engagements a week, yeah, but at least three of 'em are piddly little perimeter tests and the other two are usually handled by FEARs before they even have to send in newbs, you'll probably spend your first encounter blasting at them from a guard tower."\n\n"Oh yeah? Still, you probably have good aim with a blaster after all this time, could you give me some pointers sometime or something?"\n\n"I... yeah, yeah I guess I could do that," she says, turning her head back and forth as if looking for someone to tell her what just happened, but it looks like her friends are all pointedly staying at their own shower stations, practically whistling in their attempts to seem uninvolved in the situation.\n\nYou continue your shower, doing your best to keep up the disarming chatter since Shyn seems to have decided to linger nearby. By the time you leave you seem to have convinced her that you're actually her friend despite not eating her out, which just seems to confuse her even more. Drying off and dressing, you return to the room to find that Veronka is asleep, at least to judge by the fact that she's covered herself with the blanket and her tail doesn't seem to be moving under it. Congratulating yourself on both avoiding prison sex and roommate confrontation, you strip down to your underwear and climb into your just-barely-not-uncomfortable bed, eventually managing to fall asleep.\n\nThe next day is pretty quiet, marked mostly by being rather irritable at having had to sleep with the lights on... there's no such thing as a lightswitch in the bunker, apparently. You have breakfast in the mess hall on the ground floor, then get called in to your med checkup. Doctor Mejat, still looking deeply bored, has you lay down naked on a glass-topped bed and runs various instruments over you, before jabbing an injector gun against your arm. "The innoculations and birth control are good for three months, don't dodge your appointment to get them renewed or it's a demerit," she announces flatly. \n\n"Ah, what happens if you get a demerit?" you ask, rubbing your arm a bit as you sit up.\n\n"Basically you go before the Commander or one of her Lieutenants and they decide what to do with you. I assume that the Commander said something about primarily avoiding the attention of herself, Eskabar, or Basdat?" At your curious nod, she continues, "That is a very good policy. Whatever language she may have put to it, Commander Connors is the final authority here in Thirty-Six. There is effectively no limit on what she or those she deems part of her command staff are allowed to do. Interstellar law as such doesn't exist in the Dark Sectors, they're apolitical and extralegal zones and agreed to as such by multiple treaties."\n\nYou blink. "All so that nonviolent offenders can have a rehab colony? That sounds like a big step to take."\n\n"Yes, it does, doesn't it?" Mejat answers, raising her eyebrows at you. Rather than expounding, she sits down in her rolling chair and picks up a tablet. "You have a clean bill of health. Please remember to listen for the reminders of your next appointment."\n\nSince she doesn't seem likely to give up anything more... and you're not entirely sure you want to know... you get dressed and head back out. Over the next several days, you mostly just do some training, take some classes in emergency medicine, and sit around in either your room or public areas wondering what to really do with yourself. Shyn does give you a few shooting lessons while wearing her new black bodysuit, though the entire time she does still seem vaguely confused on why the two of you aren't in her bunk. Veronka continues to be extremely standoffish and borderline hostile, without actually ever crossing the border at least. Occasionally you'll see people coming in from the upper levels looking tired or even injured, and once or twice you hear what sounds like muffled, distant shots and explosions. But you largely manage to remain out of the way until one day when your name bleeps over the PA in the mess hall, telling you to report to the briefing room. Hurriedly gulping down the rest of your meal (not exactly a problem since it's just some sort of artificial protein that tastes sort of like eating a piece of mildly runny tofu without the nuanced flavor), you head on up the stairs to find Lieutenant Basdot waiting for you. This time he's hunkered down in the front area, and glances at you as you come in.\n\n"LaChance," he grunts. "You've got guard duty tonight. Perimeter Watchtower Nine. Grab a Lance and a guide drone from the armory outside and get yourself over there."\n\n"Yessir," you murmur, trying not to let dread overwhelm you as you turn and head through the door into the large locker room like area that you came in through on your first day. You haven't actually gotten a duty assignment or been outside since then... you were vaguely hoping that you might somehow skim past the entire year with nothing more dangerous than mopping slippery floors when you got cleaning duty. Still, after Mejat's little revelation, you're not in a hurry to complain or buck orders, so you head over to one of the lockers marked 'Lances' and open it up, pulling out one of the long, slender red rifles with its almost arrowhead-shaped emitter at the end, putting your own shorter rifle into one of the other lockers. It takes a bit of looking to find the trunk labeled 'Guide Drones', and another minute of searching the surface of the shiny little shard-shaped thing to find a button to press. Assuming that's how it works, you press the button and say, "Perimeter Watchtower Nine."\n\nThe drone begins making a soft, steady buzzing noise as it rises out of your hands and floats over towards the doors, where it waits for you. You come over to put your hand on the panel so that you and your guide can be admitted into the outer defense room. You take a moment to hurriedly and thoroughly secure your face mask in place and pull your hat down over your ears, before doing the same at the outer doors. Despite the layers of coverage, you wince some at the ice-tinged wind that blows over you as they open, but brace yourself and follow along after the now glowing, blinking drone as it hovers through the air, apparently unperturbed by the weather. At least the path is pretty well-lit despite being outside and the sky above being black, floodlights overlapping and shining white on the snow as you follow the drone through the arctic temperatures, finally arriving at the tall, octagonal tower. Once inside, you're grateful to be out of the wind, but can't help but curse a little at the sight of the stairs. The last thing you want to do is climb up what has to be about seven stories of stairs after being out in that wind and cold. ... Actually, no, the last thing you want to do is get a demerit, so up the stairs you go.\n\nAt the top is a large, open area, with surprisingly clear windows looking out that mostly show the perimeter line twinkling, but also the top level of the bunker back in the direction you came. There's only a single concrete shelf-bench and what looks like a water dispensor, otherwise it's completely open and unadorned. A slender guy with blue hair and light brown skin in a light FEAR uniform a lot like the Commander's turns towards you as you thump up the last few stairs, blue eyes twinkling a bit. "Hey, LaChance, right?" At your nod and murmur of 'yes, sir', he says, "I'm Ensign Raykes. Your first time on guard duty?" At your nod, he beckons you over. "Okay, nothing to it, lemme give you the rundown."\n\nHe points at the windows. "These are force screens, not glass or transparisteel or anything. You can shoot through them from this side just fine... there is a momentary flicker when stuff passes through them though, so since you're new, make sure to leave your mask on. Obviously you want to keep most of your attention there," he says, gesturing towards the perimeter line. "But it doesn't hurt to check back towards the bunker every so often either. There's controls for adjusting the zoom, but they reset occasionally so that you don't forget about them or get tunnel visioned. Can your species see the colors red and green okay?"\n\n"Uh, yeah."\n\n"Good, good." He beckons you a bit closer to the window, then points. "See that line of green out there, just barely visible? That's the Outmost Line. If a Fiend crosses that, you're allowed to take a shot at it, if you want the practice or just think you've got the aim for it, but at that point they're considered to just be wandering. See that line of red lights that's a bit nearer? That's the Encounter Line. A Fiend comes past that, we are officially having a combat encounter and required to open fire. Now, a Fiend crosses the Perimeter, and that's when we're having an Incursion, and you and I get chewed out by default," he says, grinning a bit again. "But don't worry too hard about that, they still happen a few times a week, just because a Fiend slipped right by without getting noticed, only so much even sensors and eyeballs can do. Other than that, just try to stay on your feet and watching the screens as much as you can, don't spend too much time staring at one spot, and ask me if anything seems off or you have any questions."\n\n"Okay, thanks. Ah... mind if I take a seat for a few minutes, at least?"\n\n"Sure sure, you never do really get used to the cold but it's the worst the first few months. Have a seat and when you feel at least a little warmer you can take over."\n\nYou nod gratefully and take a seat on the stone shelf, resisting the urge to slump back against the wall and close your eyes. Eventually though at least a bit of the chill leaves your bones, so you get up and walk over to where Raykes is standing, and he strolls off around the edges of the room, eyes skimming over other parts of the perimeter and the area around the bunker as he goes. Over the next several hours, you do some pacing of your own, keeping watch on... nothing, pretty much... occasionally getting a cup of water or taking a sit-down, though you notice Raykes doesn't do much of either. At one point you're sitting down, desperately fighting off the urge to drift off since you're pretty sure that would be a Demerit, when you hear an odd twanging sound: <i>g-BOLG!</i> Blinking and sitting up straight, you look over at where Raykes is standing near one of the walls, his Lance up and braced to his shoulder, part of the screen zoomed in on something. He fires, the red beam of energy flickering out the tip, and then again. He pauses for a moment, then says, "We've got a group of them coming up on the Encounter Line. Get yourself ready."\n\nEvery trace of tiredness is suddenly gone as your heart hammers in your chest. Hefting up your weapon, you hurry over to the screen, noticing the dozen or so wiggly, dark shapes that have crossed the green lights and are rapidly approaching the red one. You swing the Lance up to shoulder it as well, the screen in front of you suddenly zooming in close to its point. And you have your first close look at a Fiend. Its body is bulbous and asymmetric, one of its arms looking more like a hundred tentacles twisted and wrapped together into a mockery of a skinless human limb with writhing, grey-black worms jutting from its end, while the other is a long tubelike thing with at least nine elbows and a hand the size of a hubcap with seven or eight long, thick, claw-tipped fingers. It moves by slamming that hand into the ground and dragging itself forward, kicking and shoving with three stumpy little legs. Its face is like some mockery of an elephant with a long, thick cocklike appendige writhing and lashing around in front of it, a hefty sack below it dangling and pulsing and swaying with its uneven movements, while a trio of tiny, useless batlike wings constantly flap on its back. The worst thing about it is that it constantly seems to be shifting slightly, so quick and yet so subtly you can't even quite keep track of what the changes are, just that you know it's there, that it's happening, that this thing isn't behaving like anything alive should. And yet from even your brief glimpse outside the zoomed-in portion, it's far and away from the most disturbing or disgusting one out there.\n\n<hr>\n[[You can handle this!|GGSR6x9]]\n\n[[... Nope.|GGSR6cx1]]\n\n

Perhaps it's time you ventured away from the computer before you need contacts that aren't just to turn your eyes yellow. (You only had the one pair, they alas wore out and you haven't replaced them yet.) Setting up your computer to perform various maintenance tasks in your absence, you pull a pair of black jeans on over your purple thong, check your t-shirt for anything embarrassing, then grab your Stark Enterprises messenger bag and head for the door.\n\nYou blink in the sun and hiss dramatically before whipping out a pair of round blue sunglasses and slipping them on. There, now, where to go...?\n\n<b>[[The Library|GGLibraryStart]]</b>: Ah, hard copy. You haven't actually sat down with a real book in awhile. Plus the nearest Deviville Public Library is actually pretty great, they have gaming books and stuff like that as well.\n\n<b>[[The Mall|GGMallStart]]</b>: Hey, it's air conditioned, there's lots of stuff to do and browse, and maybe spontaneously bumping into someone you know will be more acceptable than going through the by-now dragging routine of deliberately arranging to meet.\n\n<b>[[Cruise the Streets|GGCruiseStart]]</b>: There's shops outside of malls too, obviously, especially since Deviville started its latest initiatives to attract new and interesting business owners to the community. There's probably other stuff to do, too, just that your mildly jaded teenage mind tends to center around consumerism.

You clamp down on your innate revulsion and every human instinct you have telling yourself to flee from the very concept of this thing. Because what Doctor Mejat said comes back to you: 'Panic is their greatest weapon against their prey.' If you don't want to be prey, you can't panic. Taking a shuddery breath, you resettle the Lance at your shoulder, steady your hands as much as you can, and take the shot. \n\nThe flickery, flat line of red light zips out and sails over one of the creature's shoulders without it even noticing. "Easy," Raykes says almost immediately, before you can even really react to missing. "It's fine. You've got plenty of distance and time to make your shot. Calm down, breath out as you squeeze the control." Even as he's firing repeatedly, each report of <i>g-BOLG</i> giving you the impression of a Fiend flying to pieces, he continues to speak in a calm voice. "Don't rush yourself. Aim for the smallest area on a larger area you can, so even if you miss you'll hit what's surrounding it."\n\nYou take a firmer breath, nod, and focus. You shift your view to the very center of that wide, round hand, focusing all your sight on an imaginary spot there, then breath out as you press the button on the grip. A moment after the gun's report, you see the hand practically explode into dark goo... not precisely where you aimed, but close enough that it takes part of the wrist off as well. The thing starts flailing around, partially thumped on its side and trying to shove itself along with its truncated arm, its legs now almost entirely useless. You find a little bulbous pimple-like spot close to the center of its torso to aim at, focusing on it before firing again. This time your rifle's <i>g-BOLG</i> is followed by the creature almost being blown in two, the now bisected torso flailing around before it slumps and starts to melt.\n\n"Good job, keep going," Raykes urges evenly, never having stopped in taking his own shots. "Take your time. Don't worry if they start getting close to the perimeter, just take them down one at a time no matter how close or how far, that's your only job and the only thing you have to worry about."\n\n"Yes sir," you reply, actually feeling rather proud of yourself for how even your voice was. You move your rifle to the side, sighting in on a writhing mass of mismatched tentacles, pushing down your revulsion in order to sight on what you think is the solid mass at the center. \n\nThe strange report of the Lances keeps going, overlapping, until you just get used to it... it's just a thing that's happening all the time as you aim and shoot, to where you barely even associate it with your own actions. Part of your brain continues to scream as it catalogs the awful features of the things you're shooting at, but you push it off further and further into the distance as you just turn the Fiends into a series of shapes and surfaces to find small points to aim at. Eventually, you sweep your rifle back and forth, but don't spot any other movement. You blink and look up at Raykes as he rests a hand on your back and turns you, guiding you over to a spot next to the bench where there's a silver panel on the wall. He pulls it out, revealing what must be a simple toilet, then reaches up and undoes the straps of your mask and takes it off of you. "What's this f-" You start to say.\n\nAnd then your throat is full as everything comes slamming back in on you. That screaming, terrified part of your brain is suddenly right there in the forefront, and you're collapsing to your knees and hunching forward over the toilet, simultaneously emptying your guts and sobbing hysterically. Raykes gently rubs your back through the whole thing, squeezing your shoulders as your body shakes uncontrollably. Finally, after the third or fourth dry heave, he departs, and returns with a cup of water, nudging you up some and offering it. "Here. Rinse and spit, don't swallow."\n\nFeeling hollowed out and still sobbing a little, you nevertheless follow his instructions, repeatedly filling your mouth with the water and swishing it around, spitting it out, until finally it doesn't taste sour and acidic. Then you roll and slump to sit on the floor, hugging your legs and rocking a little, murmuring, "What the fuck, what the fuck, what the fuck," over and over again.\n\nYou're not sure how long it is, but eventually you just... get tired of freaking out. Or maybe it's the other way around, you're too tired to freak out anymore. You look up to see Raykes calmly strolling back and forth and watching the perimeter lines again. As if noticing you looking at him, he looks over and grins a little. "Got it locked down?"\n\n"... Yeah," you whisper hoarsely.\n\nHe does a quick all-around glance, then walks over and squats down in front of you, resting a hand on your shoulder. "Listen. Whatever you do, don't feel bad about needing to lose your shit a little once the danger passed, alright? The only important thing is that you didn't lose it when the danger was here. You handled yourself amazingly and anyone would be proud of you. Look, your shift's not quite up, but as your officer on duty I'm giving you permission to knock off early. Go back to the bunker, clean up, then hit the mess hall before bed. And hey, all of those and in that order, alright?" He grins and pats your shoulder. "You better do 'em all or I'll give you a demerit myself."\n\nYou smile wanly at him and nod, managing to whisper a "Thank you" as you get to your feet, retrieving your mask from the bench and fastening it in place before heading downstairs. The guide drone is waiting for you at the door, but you still need to take a few moments to have another, shorter, less intense freakout about going outside where you saw those <i>things</i> so recently. But finally, after a few deep breaths and a shoulder-squaring, you march out into the cold and back along the path, your Lance at the ready and your eyes wary even as you keep the blinking little machine in view at all times. It's definitely a relief to see the bunker looming over you, and the doors opening into that stark, once foreboding incursion area. Right now you're about as happy to see it as you would be your living room back home. You slump in through the inner doors and somewhat reluctantly put the Lance back in with the others, reclaiming a more standard rifle and heading downstairs. Luck is with you as you get the shower room to yourself, allowing you to soak in the hottest water it will provide and have another little crying jag as you come down off the rush. When you're dried off and in fresh clothes, you head to the cafeteria, where you're surprised to get a large bowl of hot, dark brown soup rather than one of the blocks of protein that's the standard. "Orders from an officer," the convict on kitchen duty says, actually giving you a bit of a grin as you stare down at the bowl of food that actually smells like it might have some form of flavoring in it.\n\nYour dreams that night are troubled, but not so much so that you bother your consistently cranky and standoffish roommate, at least as far as you can tell. Over the next few weeks you fall into a routine of eating (back to shaped protein after that night, oh well), coexisting relatively peacefully if tensely with Veronka, occasionally doing some training with Shyn, and every third or fourth night pulling guard duty. A few times it's at other guard towers, but mostly you get sent back to Tower Nine to do duty with Raykes. The two of you don't exactly talk a lot... he seems to subtly discourage it, probably so he doesn't get distracted... but you definitely come to appreciate both his skill and his kindness. There are several more times where Fiends cross the Encounter Line, but never quite as many as that first night... you don't think you're quite getting used to seeing the horrible, otherworldly things, but maybe 'inured' is a better word, since the freakouts after the first are never nearly as severe and continue to get milder.\n\nYou're about a month into your time at Thirty-Six, and have actually built up enough of what they call 'tour credits' to get access to a tablet with novels to read on it (though a lot of the literature's a little incomprehensible to you, being written from the perspective of aliens, but it's better than nothing), and are sitting in the mess hall reading some mildly tawdry romance about blob-people when an announcement comes over the PA. "Cadet LaChance, please report to Lieutenant Eskabar's office."\n\n"Shit," you murmur, wincing and closing the tablet and sliding it into one of the large pockets on your coat. You can't think of anything you've done wrong, but you've gotten enough into the mindset that getting the attention of the 'brass' isn't good. Of course it's not good to keep them waiting, either, so you hurry down to the floor below where the offices are, finding Eskabar's and pressing the control by the door to announce yourself. "In!" she barks, and you step into the cramped area. It's still probably about as big as your entire dorm room, but with the desk, some shelves and lockers, and Eskabar herself in it, it feels more like a closet. The bovine-like woman is wearing a black tanktop at the moment, apparently unbothered by the mild cold that constantly pervades the base, her lower half hidden behind the desk. \n\n"Take a seat, LaChance," she says, waiting for you to wedge yourself into the single metal chair in front of her desk before she settles back in her own chair. "I've been pleasantly surprised by you, y'know," she says after eyeing you for a few moments, making you start a little. "First there was the combination of smarts and balls you showed on the first day. Then I hear that you somehow talked Jehemis into giving you shooting lessons without so much as a kiss on her cuntlips. And then you go and, on your very first guard duty, manage to participate in putting down a full-blown Fiend encounter without any of 'em ever even touching the perimeter."\n\n"Ah... that was mostly Ensign Raykes, ma'am," you feel the need to interject.\n\nShe leans forward and stabs her desktop with one big finger. "Not getting an overblown ego's one thing, LaChance, but at a certain point 'humility' is just another word for 'bullshit'. Raykes says you did a phenomenal job for a vet, let alone a first-timer, and I trust him to assess you way more than I trust you about anything. You know he's so good we've got him living out there in that tower?" Your shock and worry must show on your face, because she lets out a bark of laughter. "There's an apartment under the ground floor, LaChance, we don't make him sleep on the fuckin' bench. He's got a full range of heaters, a food prep unit, entertainment holos, and an actual fucking bed, the fucker's probably living in more luxury than the Commander is. But that's what you get if you're good enough to be stationed on-call at a watchtower. And he's requested you be offered the chance to be stationed there with him."\n\nYou blink again. "Me? Like, all the time?"\n\n"Yup. You'd get to share that ritzy goddamn apartment with him. It's not a bad deal, LaChance... you still qualify for FEAR in another two months, no matter how sweet-smelling your sheets are. And dubyatee duty is both the safest and th' most dangerous duty we got, in its own ways, so you get a daily bonus for the time you're stationed there but your life expectancy goes up all the way to the end of the year. That's every goddamn day getting more money into the account waiting for you when you get out. Raykes'll probably be ready to retire to some little private island on a core world once he decides he's done here. So it's nothing to sneeze at, if you want to take the trade-off."\n\nYou start to ask what the trade-off is, then it sinks in. 'Share that ritzy goddamn apartment with him'. It's not like you're not having to share right now (and with someone a lot less genial than Raykes), but you're basically being asked to move in with him. And you can't help but wonder if there are some attached expectations there.\n\n"Otherwise, I need some grunts to come with me on a mission," Eskabar continues after a moment. "One of the bunkers on the edge between Thirty-Six and Thirty-Five's gone dark... figuratively and literally. Someone probably got sloppy and let some Fiends get in, most likely everyone's dead and the place is a loss, but it's still our job to go and see if that's so. I'd rather not take a bunch of orangecoats that are pretty much guaranteed to get shredded, but this mission doesn't rate a FEAR-only strikeforce, so I'll settle for taking some that are slightly more likely to come out alive. There's a bonus attached... ain't no 'private island' bonus, not even really a 'nice condo' bonus, but it's still plenty decent."\n\n<hr>\n[[Accept watchtower duty.|GGSR]]\n\n[[Accept the bunker mission.|GGSR6x10]]

"Really, Ensign," the Commander says in a slightly flat tone.\n\n"Er, actually Commander, that's the info she has," Drayk interjects on your behalf, leaning forward and tapping at your console. "The incoming vessel... if it is a vessel... is cuboid, with its lengthwise position presented horizontally relative to the station. It is putting off energy readings, but whatever its hull is made out of is deflecting any and all attempts to be more precise than that. We can't get power distribution readings, indications of weapons emplacements, or life signs."\n\nCommander Calama just stares silently at the screen, face unreadable. You've never seen a clock that actually ticked in any Space Ranger facility, but you could swear that you can hear the seconds ticking by now as the silvery-blue perfectly symmetrical pillar continues its path towards the station. Then she turns and glances at the rest of operations. "Condition Aquamarine."\n\nNothing really changes, other than a faint rise of tension in the room. But Drayk straightens up, lowering her voice as she says, "That's unusually cautious for you."\n\n"Frankly it's easier to justify optimism in the face of blatant hostility than a complete mystery," Calama answers frankly. "Until it makes some overture of communication or other identifiable pattern, it's an 'unknown phenomenon', not a guest. Better to be at least slightly on our toes."\n\nThe Commander moves to stand at the main console, Drayk trailing after her, and silence falls over the operations center. Everyone's either looking at the main screen and the image of the long, faintly bluish silver thing is still slowly and steadily approaching, or looking at their own boards where they've probably brought up the same feed on at least part of their screen anyway. It's definitely rather eerie... it's approaching at relatively the same rate and vector as any other ship, but it's silent and impenetrable, not even a faint energy wake left from its method of propulsion.\n\nFinally it comes to a stop at a (relative to space) short distance from the station. And for another minute it just hangs there, still silent and mysterious. Then, in a tone that sounds somehow both relieved and rather afraid, the comms officer says, "We're receiving a request for transmission link."\n\n"Put it through," Commander Calama orders evenly.\n\nThe screen blips, but rather than a view of the other ship's commander and/or their bridge, the screen is filled by gently swirling and pulsing colors, which flicker, brighten, and shift with the cheerful, almost lyrical feminine tones that emerge. "Greetings. We are the Joy Network. We have received your invitation for cultural exchange, and come to share with you the happiness and freedom that our population enjoys."\n\n'That's one of the most ominous fucking things I've ever heard,' you think, feeling an itch run down your spine. But no one starts materializing in the room, and they don't open fire or lock tow beams, so at least they're not throwing hands and spreading their benevolence by force right away.\n\n"I am pleased to receive you," Commander Calama answers, though she actually sounds more subdued than usual. "I am Commander Calama, and this is DiploStar 15. I represent the Protected Systems. May I assume you are a... collective entity?"\n\n"We are a fully networked collective of individuals," the Joy Network answers in a tone of almost delight. "Thus for communications such as this one, there is no need to select a single individual to represent us; our will is unified in our desire to engage with you. We will, of course, be selecting representatives to conduct a physical meeting, if you so wish."\n\n"Certainly. We would be glad to arrange such a thing. Might I direct you to my scheduling officer to set up such a meeting?"\n\n"Of course!"\n\n"Then I look forward to seeing your representatives in person, Joy Network." The screen cuts off, and Calama waits for just a moment before turning towards said schedule officer and making a little 'drag' motion in the air with one hand, telling him to stall.\n\n"Well. They're not... hostile," Drayk notes as Calama walks back over. "At least, not openly."\n\n"It is our job to take every first contact at face value, at least to some extent," Calama replies, though for once she doesn't sound happy about it. Then she shakes her head slightly, tentacles giving a little 'shake it off' wiggle. "We can't dismiss that our current suspicions might simply be the natural discomfort most individualist species have to meeting a collective entity. ... Still, perhaps I should go to this meeting alone."\n\n"Commander!" Drayk almost snaps.\n\nCalama quickly holds up a hand. "It minimizes the risk to others, and places the burden of successfully negotiating with them entirely on me... if I somehow offend them, it's only my career on the line."\n\n"I'm less worried about my career than your life," Drayk just almost growls.\n\n<hr>\n[[Keep silent.|GGSR]]\n\n[[Chime in on Drayk's side.|GGSR]]

"It'll be cooler in the basement," you add without really thinking, before clearing your throat and taking the book back from her.\n\n"It is summer after all," Maya adds a bit distantly, capping the lipstick and tossing it onto her vanity before heading back out and down the stairs.\n\nFrom the looks of things Maya had already anticipated the basement as being the most likely choice, since she's shoved what meager furniture there was over mostly into a corner along with a handful of plastic storage bins and cardboard boxes. You're pretty sure her sister used to use this place for whatever Ubergoth stuff she was into before she moved out and took most of it with her, so you're not too surprised that the floor's been coated with blackboard material to make it easy to draw on.\n\n"Okay, I'll stand back here with the camera and the book," you say after Maya's lit some candles and set them out at five points. "You can come over here to look closer at the drawing if you need."\n\nMaya frowns in picking up a piece of red chalk. "Hey, I thought you were gonna help me with this!"\n\n"I was gonna help you with drawing the circle, before you insisted on equanimity," you note dryly, giving your shoulders a little shake to make your bare boobs jiggle. "I'm willing to do a lot for you babe, but showing ya boy my tits isn't one of 'em."\n\n"... Well. Fair," Maya allows, clearly not particularly wanting to show her crush your tits either. "Couldn't we just start filming after?"\n\n"I guess if you want to skip getting his neurons activated watching you bend over and crawl around and-"\n\n"Fine fine I'll do it on my own!"\n\nYou snicker and start your phone recording as she lowers the lights, then moves around where the circle will be lighting the candles, which definitely adds a nice slightly spooky, faintly eerie air to the whole scene. Your body's still thrumming and feeling sensitive and eager for touch as you watch Maya indeed go moving around, bending over and dragging the chalk over the floor as she moves, those barely-covered breasts swaying and wobbling, or jiggling as she straightens up and pads barefoot over to you. Several times you're severely tempted to set the phone down on the convenient little table beside you, pounce her, and make a video that would overclock her wimpy little buddy's neurons, but manage to restrain yourself. You're definitely sure that he'll be spilling a few loads over this as it is, you think as Maya walks over to consider the book again.\n\n"Okay, I think that's done. Can't wait to summon up a big sexy demon," she says, in a voice that's considerably less forced than you think it would have been earlier tonight.\n\n"Yeah. You're the offering, so go stand in the outer rings of the circle once you've memorized the chant."\n\n"Uh-huh," Maya murmurs, squinting at the random jumbling of symbols. But apparently she does her best, lips moving a bit, before she flounces back over to the circle. Her bikini bottoms have ridden up a fair bit in all her bending and crouching, and either not having noticed or wanting to show off she hasn't fixed them, leaving her round ass hanging out and jiggling with her steps. "Should we both say it together?"\n\n"Yeah, give the spell extra power," you say, your own tone wry since you don't have nearly as much riding on it.\n\n"Alright, on three. One, two... three!" she calls, thrusting her arms up dramatically, her tits just almost managing to spring free of the top and just as nearly distracting you from joining her in the chant.\n\n"Fa'na cdibet runho daah pedlrac yht fa haat y pek runca tasuh du nieh uin fundrmacc rumac vun ic!"\n\nNeither of you is prepared for the giant blast of purple fire that roars up out of the center of the circle and strikes the ceiling in a column, sending out a wave of hot, slightly damp air that rushes over you, leaving a strange, heady, bestial but very masculine musk clinging to every inch of your body. The flames flicker for a moment, a dark, quadrupedal form gradually appearing in them, before they lower to a flickering ring of purple energy embers still clinging to the scorched remnants of chalk. The creature standing there is a massive horse, its coat as shiny and black as if the entire beast, every curve and bulge of muscle, right down to the truly massive balls and sheath between its powerful thighs, had been carved out of polished obsidian as if the volcanic glass were instead a nice soft marble eager for details under an artist's touch. All but its hooves, which are made of gleaming polished gold, seemingly the same gold as the rings with linked chains that pierce its ears in several places as well as one nostril. His thick, lustrous mane and long, wild tail both seem to be made of gemstone spun into tiny, fine threads from the way they almost float and wave in a thick, nearly flamelike glittering mass. A pair of fangs in just as polished silver extend down either side of its muzzle, and a horn of what looks like highly-shined damascus steel rises in a smooth curve from its brow, right between its literally fiery purple eyes.\n\nYou and Maya are still staring in silent, uncomprehending shock when it stands up. It doesn't rear, it actually stands up, and just like that it's humanoid, with broad manlike shoulders and chest and large, powerful arms with golden nails, its legs still hooved and digitigrade but now with hips arranged for upright stance, and with that massive black sheath-opening presented forward ahead of those massive glossy orbs. His flaming purple eyes settle on Maya, and he says in a deep voice that somehow sounds slightly airy and echoing, like it was emerging from deep in an immense cave, "On your knees, hole."\n\nMaya drops to her knees like she'd had her strings cut, her eyes widening a bit more as if she hadn't even realized she was going to obey. But before she can say anything in either protest or plea, the demon-horseman steps forward, one of his large hands pressing on the back of her head and shoving her face against his sack, showing that each heavy testicle is at least the size of her head. She struggles for only the merest of instants, her hands coming up to his powerful thighs as if to shove him or herself away, before she visibly begins moving her head as she starts nuzzling and licking, her fingers curling against him instead.\n\nThe fellhorse's head swings towards you, that booming cavern-voice saying just as casually, "Keep filming, meat, but get those panties off, it's your turn to get raped when I'm done with this one."\n\n<hr>\n[[Run!|GGMB]]\n\n[["....... Yes, Master."|GGMB]]\n\n[["Yes, <i>sir</i>!" ♥|GGMB3x6]]

"Need I remind you that the more people we add, the more chances there are of this goofy little stunt hitting the rumor mill?" you point out.\n\n"... Ohhhhh yeah," Maya murmurs, grimacing. "I mean, not that I think any of our friends would do it maliciously, but-"\n\n"Right. So let's keep it to you and me. What time you wanna meet up?"\n\n"Mm, my parents will be coming back to get ready, so to give me time to get rid of them, get the stuff together, and find what I want to wear... let's say a little before ten."\n\n"'Kay, see you then."\n\nIt's not too hard to sell your parents on a slightly late-starting sleepover that could last a day or two at this time in the summer, especially since it's with a friend they already know and with the excuse of reconnecting after not hanging out in a while. You set out late in the evening; there's still a bit of lingering light out despite the hour, and it's not far to Maya's, preventing your parents from fretting. (They're not the fretful types anyway, but even they have limits.) They do seem just a tad eager for you to get out of the house for a while... yeah you're not gonna think about that. Still, it's full dark by the time you arrive.\n\nIt's only a few seconds after you've rang the bell when Maya answers the door, wearing a black robe... not in the ritual sense, more of a dressing robe sort of thing, and you have to admit to being a bit jealous of how pretty and kind of sexy it is, black silk and coming to a few inches below her hips. Certainly you've never considered yourself the 'lounging around in a robe' sort but if you looked as good as she does in it you sure as hell would be. "Hey, cool, I was hoping you'd get here soon," she says as she steps back and gestures you inside. \n\n"You get everything together?" you ask as you come in.\n\n"Yeah, I found all the stuff you said we need, oh, you brought the book back, right?"\n\n"May as well have our proper prop, yeah," you answer, fishing it out of your bag and holding it up. You pause a bit, eyeing her up and down. "So when you say you got everything together..."\n\nMaya coughs, her cheeks going pink, but after a moment she unties the belt of the robe and shrugs out of it, letting it slip down her arms and pool on the floor. She's wearing a rather scanty black string bikini, as in it covers the fronts of her breasts but leaves the sides and bottoms of them bared as well as all the usual amount at the top, the bottoms leaving enough of the front of her crotch visible that it's absolutely certain she shaved recently (you have to wonder if it was earlier tonight).\n\nYou let out a low whistle. "G'damn, girl, you had that?"\n\n"Ah, no. Actually it's Baal's, but she left it in the 'you can use this if you want' boxes, so," Maya clarifies, clearing her throat.\n\n"Your sister?" You raise an eyebrow, then add, making a general 'awooga' outline gesture with your hands in the air. "Your <i>big</i> sister?"\n\nHer expression goes flat. "You think all my friends have crushes on her because of her personality?"\n\nAdmittedly it wasn't exactly Baal's bland sarcasm you were trying to imagine in that amount of bikini. Clearing your throat as well, you eye Maya again since she's not exactly mid in it either, then grin. "Oh, we need something else, let's see your makeup."\n\n"Er... 'kay."\n\nThe two of you head up to her room (with you enjoying the view on the way up), where you rifle through her makeup until you find one in a sort of bright neon pink. "Aha! Hey, why do you even have this anyway?" you ask as you start flipping through the book.\n\n"Gag gift from Andi. At least I assume it was a gag gift, with her it's a little hard to tell. What are you looking for and why did it require my sole item of Bubblegum Girl makeup?"\n\n"'Cause I was flipping through it earlier to find the demon summoning stuff and... check it out," you say with a grin, turning the book to show her the page.\n\nShe looks like she's torn between being completely incredulous and bursting out laughing. "Womb tattoos? Seriously?"\n\n"Yeah this thing can't actually be as old as it looks, everyone knows womb tattoos were invented with..." You frown thoughtfully. "... When did they invent hentai?"\n\n"Depending who you ask, in the nineties or when they invented Japan."\n\n"Yeah well anyway, check out this absolutely boss one that apparently means 'Servicer of Infernal Members'," you say with a wicked smirk, Maya's face going brick red. Seeing her put two and two together and starting to look disapproving, you note, "We have established that ya boy is a weeb, hon, if anything will activate his neurons into seeing you sexually it'll be having one of these things."\n\nThat seems to pretty quickly settle her. "Fine. But the bikini bottoms stay on, 'cause don't think I don't know you aren't just using this as an excuse to draw on my crotch."\n\n"I meeeeean," you declare philosophically, shrugging broadly before grinning and sinking to your knees in front of her. \n\nShe is sort of right, it's a pretty pleasant surface to work art on! Certainly more enjoyable to look at than blasting your brain with blue light from your art tablet. And the bikini doesn't exactly get in the way, either, considering how small it is. You glance back and forth between the book and your canvas, torn between annoyance and titillation at how running the bright pink, almost glowing lipstick over her skin in such an intimate place makes Maya squirm. But soon you're done with the decidedly cool (and obviously implying of implications) design is done and get to your feet. "Aaand done!"\n\n"Great!" Maya says half-sarcastically, before snatching both the lipstick and book out of your hands. "Your turn."\n\n"... Eh?"\n\n"You've had your fun, now I get to have some. If I have to parade around in this thing and get a fuckstamp drawn on me, you do too, now strip."\n\nYou stare at her for several moments. Then shrug and undo the little black cutoffs you're wearing. "Eh."\n\n"It's less enjoyable if you just agree with it," Maya says, her slightly smug expression going flat as you shove the cutoffs down and step out of them, revealing a simple, snug black thong displaying your ass and hugging your crotch, albeit not quite as low down as Maya's.\n\n"I know," you reply smugly for your own part, making her huff as you pull off your shirt as well, perky tits jiggling as you work it off your head and toss it aside.\n\n"... Do you not wear a bra?"\n\n"Not usually. I mean, I'm not carrying as much around as you are, usually a good snug shirt is plenty," you note, cupping your hands around the underside of your B's and giving them a deliberate little shake.\n\nMaya sighs again, then just settles down onto her knees and scoots forward, starting to do much the same process to you... albeit a little higher up, since she apparently doesn't have quite the courage to pull down your panties a bit to draw it in the same spot as hers. Admittedly, you can see why she squirmed, even without the obvious intimacy of where she's drawing. The feeling of the soft makeup smearing its way over your skin in said intimate place is definitely a whole different sensation than putting it on your lips (and frankly you wonder if you'll ever feel the same about putting it on there again). You're also a little surprised at how warm the lipstick feels... it must have gotten that way from contact with Maya, you think, and you're not sure if it's the further soft, slick, almost ticklish stimulation or the thought that it's what you were doing to your very attractive friend that makes the warmth feel like it's seeping into your skin, blossoming into genuine heat that has your pussy growing heated and wet from the proximity, and even the faint stimulation of it passing through your body having your nipples stiffening into pebbles until they almost ache.\n\nWhen Maya finishes and gets to her feet, you can't help but notice that her nipples are trying to drill through the tiny bikini top too. You wonder if they were like that before from your own stimulation of her, or if doing the same thing to you got to her. Maybe both, you think as you look at her slightly flushed face and the light of aroused heat in her eyes, both of you with your lips slightly parted and breath coming harder, gazes lingering on each other's just a little too long before she looks away towards the door.\n\n"So, should we do the summoning in the back yard, or the basement?" she says, voice just a little too even and composed.\n\n<hr>\n[["Back yard."|GGMB]]\n\n[["Basement."|GGMB3x5]]\n\n[["Fuck the summoning."|GGMB]]

Immediately you're stripping out of your panties as quickly as you can with one hand and without disturbing the view of the camera too bad, hauling your legs out of them and tossing them away, your whole body shivering in delight as you bare your dripping pussy to your new owner for the first time.\n\n"Oh? You're an eager little slut aren't you?" the horsedemon says with a chuckle, then gives you a slightly piercing look, making it clear he actually does want an answer.\n\n"Holy shit yes, I am eager as fuck for your cock, master," you gush, the words becoming easier, even pleasurable to say as you say them, a deep warmth coming from low on your belly where the sigil is drawn that spikes more tingling excitement running through your veins.\n\n"Good. Well then, I was going to make you wait for your raping while I had this cunt service me for an hour or two," he notes, fingers flexing lightly around Maya's head as she gives a lusty moan against his balls. "But since you're being a good hole and admitting what a horny little bitch you are, I'll be generous and allow you to go ahead and join her."\n\n"Thank you, Master!" you squeal happily, clicking out the stand of your phone's case and setting it down where it will have a good view before rushing over to his side. Moving around to his other side so the camera will still be able to see, you lean down and start kissing and sucking at the thick opening of his sheath, one hand resting on one of his powerful, magnificent asscheeks and the other reaching down to undo the ties of Maya's top.\n\n"Mmm, good hole," the demon booms airily as he strokes a hand over your head as if petting a dog, encouraging you in servicing his sheath, which so far still contains the entirety of his cock, his lack of outward arousal displaying his utter command over himself and that he won't give such pathetic fucktoys as the two of you the satisfaction of making him hard until he's good and ready. "My name is Agravain, and I now own your souls, understand?"\n\n"Yes, Master Agravain," you and Maya both moan eagerly and without reservation, you muffled by having your mouth against his sheath and her by having her face buried in his balls, though both of you stop to look up at him adoringly as you do.\n\n"Good. Now <i>really</i> get yourselves in there, sluts, your mouths exist for my pleasure so I better not see any restraint."\n\n"Yes, Master!" you gush happily, moving yourself to press your face more fully against the opening of his sheath. It's almost enough to cover your entire lower face, coating your nose and mouth entirely in the damp, musky heat of it, completely filling your nose and marinating your brain in the scent of his cock simmering inside of it. Your tongue can reach said cock now just, licking and stroking over the head of it, the round bulge of the opening at the tip as you rub and nuzzle your face against the thick opening of the sheath. Maya, meanwhile, pauses only long enough to undo her bikini bottoms before ducking between Agravain's legs and turning, arching her back to present her tits, slut-marked belly, and pussy as she presses her face against his sack from behind. From the angle of her head and the way she shifts her body, she's alternating between licking and sucking his balls from the backside, and moving up to tongue and kiss his ass, from the way his wild blue tail flicks occasionally. \n\n"Oh, yes, you two are very, very eager sluts," Agravain booms approvingly. "I'd originally thought you must just be stupid little holes playing about with things you didn't understand, but on at least some level you were stupid little holes who <i>wanted</i> to sacrifice your souls to a demon that would spend the rest of eternity belittling you and raping you, hm?"\n\nNo real point in denying it, you know now that's <i>exactly</i> what you wanted. Continuing to worship your owner's sheathed cockhead with your tongue, you feel his big hand roaming over your body possessively, just almost affectionately, sliding beneath you to squeeze one of your breasts. Then he gives it a light slap that makes your whole body jolt with pain-pleasure, writhing and pressing your face even further against his massive sheath opening. He continues delivering those almost absentminded little slaps to your tits, and you can feel them swelling up slowly in response... not with bruising, but genuinely getting larger, hanging down more and starting to sway and wobble with the impacts. Looking down you can see Maya's growing as well, though not nearly as much, her womb tattoo glowing brighter too, shining like a slutty in the dim candlelight.\n\nAs he promised, Agravain has you both service him orally for over an hour, the rest of your bodies aching pathetically for his attention the entire time, but not even able to visibly arouse him despite your bodies becoming steadily more whorish, your hips and asses and legs also taking on more sensual curves even if the change isn't as obvious as the fat udders now displayed on both of you's chests. Only after that hour of worship does your master finally deign to allow you to make him hard. As Maya presses her face into his ass as deeply and thoroughly as you are his sheath, your face is pressed back by the slow, majestic emergence of his prick. It slides out, pushing you back and finally allowing you to run your mouth and tongue along the sides as it drops limp to hang and sway along his thighs and over his sack, bumping against Maya's jutted-out belly. You wrap your hands around it, stroking worshipfully, Maya doing the same, neither of you actually able to get your fingers all the way around it even in its current limp state.\n\nAs it begins to harden, it doesn't gain that much girth or length, but then it already had plenty of both, simply growing firmer and rising into the air, a grand, majestic pillar of deep black horseflesh, its head flaring wide. Maya's grip on it pulls her up from between Agravain's legs, his balls dragging along her face before they drop, leaving her skin smeared and dripping with his sweat, her eyes glazed with lust and worship. Somehow simply knowing what your master wants, the two of you rise fully to your feet, able by leaning up just a bit to start tonguing his thick black nipples and teasing the shining golden rings piercing them as you both start stroking and pumping his cock with your hands.\n\n"Mmmmm... such delicious little souls you have," Agravain booms, again just almost sounding affectionate as his large hands cup your ass and Maya's both, squeezing and drawing you against his side. "I think you're both going to enjoy being my cocksleeves and mana generators... not that I care if you do."\n\nYou and Maya both shiver delightedly at that last addition, the reminder that your master is going to play with you, toy with you, fuck you however he likes with complete and utter disregard for whether you enjoy it or not... and that you're both going to enjoy every single thing he does. As if to further demonstrate, he has you continue to stand there and stroke his cock for another hour, giving you nothing more than the satisfaction of squeezing your asses and letting you grind your slutty sextoy bodies against him, and yet you have several small orgasms, and know that Maya does as well, a sort of growing link between the two of you sending you an echo of her orgasms even if the thick dribbles of girlcum sliding down her inner thighs and splattering on the floor the same as yours weren't enough of an indicator.\n\nEventually though he gestures you back, having you both come to stand side-by-side in front of him, showing off that your new body shapes are completely identical, even your heights having been adjusted... Master has a preference, obviously, and apparently in this case didn't care for variety in his toys. "Now, to fully claim your souls and the energy they'll grant me, I do need to officially mark you as my property," he booms, one hand reaching out and pulling something out of midair... a handle, which further extends into a long, twisted thin bar of black iron, which then ends in a wrought horseshoe shape with a pentagram inside it. With a snap of his fingers the end of the iron briefly bursts into flame, then settles into a bright orange glow. "Bend over and present yourselves, livestock."\n\n([[Mood music.|https://music.youtube.com/watch?v=27hkwCon11Y&si=vR_fPUarJIPhHc9k]])\n\nTrembling all over with anticipation and desire, you and Maya both turn away and then bend over, now identically large tits dropping to hang and wobble. There are long moments of breath-held anticipation, before there's a sizzle and the smell of cooking pork, Maya letting out a long howl of pain and climax as her body shakes, and you grit your teeth hard in envy and desire. You're breathing almost as hard as she is as the sound stops, waiting, waiting, wanting, waiting. And then the hot iron is pressing to your ass and you're giving your own exultant howl of agony and cumming harder than you ever have in your life at the feel of your owner's mark being seered into your flesh, claiming your body and soul as an object for his pleasure for all eternity, your pussy gushing and body trembling as your skin smokes.\n\nMaster Agravain withdraws the iron, looking back and forth appreciatively over the pair of identical round teenage asses presented to him, both now bearing a hot red brand. He gives each of you a relatively gentle pat on the branded buttock, making both of you whimper softly in pain-pleasure, though that also seems to settle the fresh brands and leave them as smooth, clear pebbly scar shapes. "There we are. Now, I think I'm juuuust about ready to actually fuck you, holes... so why don't you get down and into a good position, hm?"\n\n"Yes, Master," you and Maya coo in near-perfect sync, Maya sinking to her knees and then laying on her back, with you moving to straddle her and laying down on top of her, pressing your perfectly-matching tits together and hooking your legs around hers. You settle your pussies together, Agravain settling to his knees behind you. He gives that massive, meaty horseprick a few slaps against your ass, sending hefty jiggles through it to demonstrate just how weighty it actually is. Then he angles it downward, that wide, flared head rubbing up and down along your pussy and Maya's, sliding up and down, teasing you with which of you it might be, your moans falling back out of sync as you both plead that it might be you.\n\nApparently rather than decide, he thrusts between you, both you and Maya squealing loudly as your previously touching tummies are parted around its girth, your lewdified forms sandwiched around him as he begins every thrust. Every stroke slides it between you and strokes it up between your fat, pressed-together tits, the flare popping out of the top of them together before yanking back through. You and Maya both arch your backs, doing your best to press your glowing-tattooed bellies against him to maximize his pleasure, both of you grinding your pussies against him as that thick, throbbing, almost boiling-hot cock strokes along your clits. You exult in the master's hands running possessively over your ass and back, stroking you and rubbing you for his own pleasure, even as you deeply envy Maya the feel of his huge balls slapping against her, and feeling the echo of her own inverted jealousy and joy from her mind. The two of you grow gradually more back in sync, a pair of good little wifi-connected sex toys doing their all to please their master's cock thrusting between them. You lean down to kiss her because you know that Master Agravain would like to see it, your tongues twining together past your lips in pure pornographic perversion rather than any affection or lust for each other, because you're both too deeply bonded in love of pleasing the master to think of anything else. \n\nHaving left both of you's fronts completely coated in thick, heavily musky layers of pre, Agravain suddenly pulls back and free, his cock springing upward and wobbling heavily in the air before it settles. "Nnnnh... I think I'll go ahead and spend a few of those points you two's souls earned me," he booms, one of his big hands lifting and making a few sweeping, curving, cupping gestures in the air. You look over your shoulder, Maya lifting her head, and both of you watching in worshipful awe as a second, identical cock pushes out of his sheath, dropping to hang and wobble limply before quickly growing erect, sitting just below the other in his now even larger and more stretched opening. His black velvet lips curling in a smirk, he shifts his hips downward again, this time pressing a flared head to both pussies.\n\nYou and Maya give out identical screams of intense pleasure as he shoves into you both, spreading your previously virgin cunts around those huge demonic dicks, sliding into you deeper and deeper, the heavy bulges of the flare and the still obscene bulges of the shaft sliding deeper and deeper inside you, impossibly slipping right up between your tits and then above them. The two of you writhe and buck in mirror of each other, grinding against him and working your pussies around him to give him even more pleasure. But when he begins to fuck you, truly finally <i>fuck</i> you, there's not much more the two of you can lay there and be good little cocksleeves for him. Your minds are too overwhelmed with pleasure, and with it echoing back and forth between the two of you, to even instinctively do anything else. You and Maya both roll your eyes, tongues lolled out and mindless, brainless smiles curling your lips as your bodies rock with the impact of your master's thrusts, cumming with every single one as he jerks himself off with your fuckholes. \n\nOver time you begin to adjust to the pleasure of being fucked by your master, enough to start shaking your hips like a good little fuck-animal, Maya doing the same beneath him, the both of you shaking your asses whorishly, her just swaying hers over the floor and for the smacks of your master's balls, while you wag yours at him for his viewing pleasure and the smacks of his hands. After long minutes he gives a loud grunt and, with no warning, leans back and lets himself drop onto his back, the hardness and length of his cocks inside both of you hauling you upright and on top of him, your weight forcing you to slowly sink all the way down on him up to that stretched sheath. The whole of those last few inches the two of you twitch and shudder, eyes rolled up until they show white, drool running down your chin, not a single vaguely sentient thought in either of you's heads. \n\nBut then just as abruptly you both come back to your senses. Driven by your desire to please your master, you and Maya wrap your arms around each other, hugging one another close as you get your feet under you, balancing your toes on the floor. Hefty tits pressed together, tongues once more twining together for his viewing pleasure, the two of you begin to pump your legs, working your sopping, gripping cunts over his cocks, using your meat onaholes to masturbate your master for his pleasure. The sync comes easier to you now, falling into matching some unheard beat, as if the throbbing bass of some phantom song was guiding you in how to to move. Agravain tucks his hands under his head, just smugly watching the two of you putting all your bodies and what's left of your souls into getting him off. When you begin to sway your hips this time, you and Maya are perfectly matched, your mirroring exact as you rock above him, twisting those massive equine fucksticks inside you, making the hefty bulges in your bellies rub together.\n\nWhen Master Agravain cums, he barely gives a gusty grunt of warning before his cocks swell, gaining almost half an inch of thickness before firing a first blast so hard, thick, and potent that it stretches the skin between your tits in the shape of it before that settles back down into a steadily growing bulge in your belly. You and Maya tremble in something beyond orgasm, still holding each other as your bellies round out and start to press together just as much as your tits, a faint purple glow growing stronger and stronger the more of your master's infernal cum flows into you. The two of you hold onto each other as long as you can, so that the master can feel his own cum being pressed hot and thick around him as your hefty cumbellies swell out around the sides. But eventually it's too much and both of you spring backwards, displaying those overfull cum balloons you call stomachs to the sky as they continue to wobble and grow, you laying sprawled across Agravain's muscular stomach and belly, Maya laying with her ass against his balls and her body sprawled between his powerful thighs and calves.\n\nEventually Agravain grips one massive hand around your neck and lifts you up and off of him, his cock sliding out of you and leaving your pussy gaping and dripping thick, glowing purple Fellhorse jizz. He tosses you aside negligently, not bothering to look where you land, before getting to his feet, similarly ignoring Maya as the weight of all that cum keeps her pinned down and lets his cock slide out of her. Strolling over to the couch, he flops down to sit, his steaming, cum-smeared cocks falling limp between his legs and dripping onto the floor and couch as he settles. Giving a soft, pleased grunt, he lifts a bag of something from amidst the cushions and tidily rolls himself a joint the size of a cigar while you and Maya lay there insensate, your cum-balloon bellies almost as large as the rest of your bodies put together.\n\nBut slowly the energy of the cum is absorbed into you, demonic jizz settling into the parts of you where you used to have a soul. You writhe gently in pleasure as your master's cum takes the place of the essence of who you are, flowing into you and filling you up instead, your belly gradually flattening back out and becoming taut as it's absorbed. You can feel Maya's thoughts... such as they are, at the moment, little more than vague, wordless impressions of how much she loves Master Agravain, the same as yours... almost as much as you can feel your own. As the energy and cum finishes absorbing, the two of you clamber to your feet, not quite in complete sync, and move over to stand in front of the master, waiting and on display until he has need of you.\n\nAgravain smokes peaceably for awhile, clearly musing on what to do with you next... besides using you like the sex toys you are. You can feel the faintest echo of his own thoughts and desires, the same that he uses you into doing as he wishes without needing to say anything. You're fairly certain he's planning to-\n\n<hr>\n[[Take you back to Hell with him.|GGMB]]\n\n[[Have you gather energy for him.|GGMB]]\n\n[[Help him establish himself on Earth.|GGMB]]

Swallowing hard and forcing yourself not to lick your lips, fearing it would only excite your sudden oral fixation, you manage, "I... I need some help."\n\n"Of course, that's what I'm here for. Though you'll have to be a little specific. I can only assume it relates to your situation, but what precisely did you need help with?" he asks, tilting his head a little.\n\n"Th-that's the thing, my... my situation's kind of weird." You wince a little before continuing. "S-see, the thing is, I wasn't like this yesterday. Or even a few hours ago. It just... suddenly happened." You can see a dubious, mildly annoyed look growing on his face, but press on. "I know, I know, it's crazy, but me and my friends went on this 'haunted house' thing and it was just a laugh but then we went down to the basement where there was this altar and all these writings and all of a sudden I don't know what came over us but-"\n\n"Wait." He holds up his hand, scowling now. But when he speaks, his voice isn't angry, but concerned. "Was it the old Levey house? The one that's in that movie?"\n\n"Y-yeah," you stammer, nodding quickly. "That's the one, I found this listing on Devilist about-"\n\n"That old madman," the priest grumbles, before sighing and reaching a hand out to rest on your shoulder. "This isn't your fault, child, you were drawn into a situation and preyed upon by forces of evil. And no, I am not being metaphorical," he adds with a wry tone. "The man who drew you in was a demon worshiper. No doubt he was hoping for young people like yourself, whose defenses are lower, to enter that house so the demonic spirits within would have an easier time influencing them."\n\n"You're... you're saying this is...?" You stare down at your swollen belly.\n\n"Yes. Literal demonspawn, I'm afraid. Come." He reaches to take your hand, leading you forward. "We will do what we can." \n\nHe leads you through a doorway on the back wall, then carefully helps you up several flights of stairs in the tower towards the back of the church. You're huffing by the time you arrive in a small, square room dominated by golden and silver-colored stained glass forming designs and symbols more than the murals you might otherwise have expected, and a single large cross against one wall. The priest leads you over to stand in front of it, then helps you settle to your knees before going to his own beside you.\n\n"This is a very special place, established because of Deviville's... unique needs," he explains. "Luckily it is almost sunrise, and if we pray during that time, it is quite possible that the Lord will send help."\n\n"Quite possible?" you ask tensely.\n\n"Let me put it this way. It's happened before," he says, giving you a quick grin. "And not in a 'oh it's just coincidence' way. Trust me, my child."\n\nYou nod slowly, then clasp your hands and lower your head. You've never been a big believer, but then you wouldn't have expected this to happen to you either. So you're going to have to make a sincere go of it.\n\n<hr>\n[[Pray for someone to help.|GGHH14x5]]\n\n[[Pray for vengeance on those who did this to you.|GGHH]]

Maya stares at you for a moment, before bursting into incredulous laughter. "What?!"\n\n"No, see, here's the plan," you say, breaking into a full grin now and holding up the tome. "We use your little booky-book here to enact a 'demon summoning ritual'. You wear something super smexy, I record the whole thing, we act all disappointed when it doesn't work, and then as a 'prank' I send little dude the video while lolling about 'omg look how horny Maya is'. We slam his little weeb brain with as many sexy signals as possible until he overloads and pounces you."\n\n"... Okay you know what, fine," Maya says with a loud snort, rolling her eyes and grinning. "I'll give it a try, at the least just because it seems like something to do, and I can blame the whole thing on you if he gets weirded out."\n\n"See? Flawless plan."\n\n"Mm. My parents are gonna be gone a day or two visiting my grandma, so we could do it in the basement or back yard tonight and have plenty of time to clean up before they got home," Maya allows with a slow nod, clearly already starting to plan everything out. Then she perks up further as she says, "Hey, you think we ought to make a little party of it? I know Lilith and Max at least would be totally into this, plus that way we could claim it was just some goofy girls' night thing."\n\n<hr>\n[["Ooo, neat idea!"|GGMB]]\n\n[["Ehhh, nah."|GGMB3x4]]

"You'll help," Maya says rather flatly, though you can't help but notice she hasn't just shut you down. In fact she still seems to be looking at you a bit expectantly.\n\n"Yeah, sure. I'll help you set it up to inspire your little guy to action by helping you fuck-"\n\n<hr>\n[["-a guy."|GGMB]]\n\n[["-a girl."|GGMB]]\n\n[["-a demon."|GGMB3x3]]

"I think I wanna take a look around," you answer after a moment's thought, then add with a grin, "But without worrying about someone getting all handsy the first time we find a shadowy corner."\n\nJack claps a hand to his chest and mock-staggers as if wounded, widening his eyes in exaggerated innocence. "I would never...!" Then he simply grins and gives Kev a thump on the shoulder. "C'mon, man, we'll let the girls explore on their own. Let's you and me go take a look around too."\n\nEager to photograph more of the house, and presumably hoping to catch some ghost-flickers on disk, Kev trails off after Jack like an eager puppy... or maybe it's the fact that Jack is still holding a pair of beers that has him doing that. Leslie snickers a little, shaking her head. "Good call, Cy. So now that we've ditched the guys, what's our move...?"\n\nGlad to see that she's apparently forgotten her earlier nervousness, you make a thoughtful noise. "Well, let's see, we saw the movie so we know most of the different rooms, I guess. We could go upstairs and look at the 'haunted' [[bedroom|GGHH1x3]]," you muse, starting to tick options off on your fingers. "Or we could go look at the [[pond|GGHH4x1]] out back, the one where they had the fish monster. Or the [[basement|GGHH2x1]], they had like demon-worshiper stuff down there. There's the [[kitchen|GGHH5x1]], doubt we'll see anything of a cannibal cook or evil rats, though. Or if we're feeling really super-brave, there's always the [[woods|GGHH11x1]] out back, see if we could spot a werewolf."\n\n"Oh man, the dark woods in the middle of the night, you don't even need a haunted house for that to be spooky," Leslie answers, grinning broadly. Then she shrugs. "Still, it all sounds good to me, Cy. Whatta you wanna look at?"

You've just watched plenty of videos cautioning you to be careful when working on motors, including (or especially) the bits with charge running through them. ... Frankly you couldn't even stand it when they'd be casually working with their hands so close to spinning motor fan blades but whatever.\n\nTaking a deep breath, you make yourself calm down a bit before going to find some needle nose pliers with nice thick rubber grips. Don't want to damage yourself. Or the motorcycle. In that general order of importance. Finding the pliers and a small plastic box, with the vague idea that you might immortalize the annoyance as a necklace or something to symbolize your overcoming of it, you return to the motorcycle and carefully wedge the pliers in, snagging the shard and plucking it out, then dropping it into the box with a soft <i>plink</i>, closing it up and shoving it in your pocket. "Ha, fuck <i>you</i> very much!"\n\n"I couldn't agree more," a relieved-sounding female voice says from the motorcycle.\n\n"... Gwuh?" Blinking a few times, you walk over and peer up and down the bike. "Does this thing have bluetooth or GWAHAH!" you yelp, flailing backwards and then thumping to your ass on the floor as the motorcycle starts splitting apart and rearranging, filling out with rushes of something that briefly looks liquid and then somewhat solidifies. You have a brief glimpse of a gleaming black rubber-like female body, complete with puffy molded nipples and a glowing blue slit, before thin red armor plates close over the fronts of the breasts and the crotch, though even then they don't do much more than covering the bare minimum. Much of the motorcycle's outer shell seems to have turned into armor along the being's arms, legs, shoulders, and back, though some of it has turned into a ribbed kind-of-corset around her middle, and part of the front has turned into a helmet atop her head, the little half-dome windscreen serving as a visor over the silver face of a being that's at least twice as tall as you are, probably a bit more.\n\n"Mmmn!" she says, stretching one arm up over her head and pulling on it with her other hand, then giving a little 'oop' when she knocks a small chunk out of the ceiling. "Sorry, was hard to wait, I've been stuck in altmode for <i>years</i>!"\n\n"... holy shit my bike's a Transformer," you whisper, eyes wide.\n\n"Akshally, I'm a Motokon," she replies, holding up a red-armored finger in a 'tut tut' gesture. "While I am in many ways similar to the fictional species you humans invented called 'Transformers', it's entirely a coincidence caused by humans making up so many alien races that you'd eventually stumble across making one that's alarmingly close to the truth. I mean, it's not like you think you'd meet an <i>actual</i> Autobot or something and wind up driving them around, right?"\n\nShe pauses, then both she and you look directly at the reader. After a moment you both shrug and focus on each other again.\n\n"Uh. Okaaaay," you say, slowly getting to her feet. "So you're a... Motokon. That's... interesting. ... I'd ask if you're here to enslave my race, but-"\n\n"If I was, would I admit it?" The transformed motorcycle snorts a bit, resting her hands on her curvy, red-armored hips. "Yeah, you seem a pretty canny one, Cyan. My name's Raida, by the way. And for what it's worth, no, I'm not here to enslave anybody. The opposite."\n\n"Soooo you're the good guy?"\n\n"We try to avoid seeing it as a 'good guy versus bad guy' thing but uhhhhhh... yeah," Raida chirps, smirking a bit with her red chrome lips. "Yeah, I'm the good guy. It's sort of a long story though, and I was picking up on you being pretty hungry even in my state. You wanna go get something and then I'll explain while you eat?"\n\n"... What if I don't want to hear your explanation?" you say slowly. "What if I decide to go home on my own, and get a CAT scan in the morning because clearly I've gone nuts from the pressure of trying to fix a weird broken motorcycle?"\n\n"Okay, first off? Ouch," Raida replies, putting a hand between her large rubbery breasts as if clutching a wounded heart. Then she shrugs. "Second, if that's your choice, that's your choice. That's sort of my faction's deal, we don't make anyone do anything they don't want to do. You can walk out of here right now and I won't stop you or pressure you. ... I mean, you'll be out a motorcycle because there's not exactly a lot I can do about that, but."\n\nWell. Yeah. Not like you can ask her to stick around if you're not willing to hear her out, and uh, somehow asking a sentient being to replace themselves as your property with actual property is uh... ... well you're not sure what that is but it feels not-cool. So you guess it's either leave and decide this was all some sort of weird dream, or... hear her out.\n\n<hr>\n[[Go home.|GGMoto]]\n\n[[Listen to Raida's story.|GGMoto2x2]]

"Let me guess, the fate of the world is in the balance?" you say dryly.\n\n"... Depending on how things go, it's possible it could affect anywhere from your world to just select individuals," Raida allows. "But people could have bad things happen to them, yes."\n\nYou sigh, then nod. "Okay. Guess I'll hear you out. ... Plus I don't want to walk all that way."\n\n"Well no fears there!" Raida says with a laugh, her 'armor' pulling away from her body and again briefly flashing you before her more humanlike body ripples and sort of shrinks/deflates/smooths all at once, pulling back in and turning into visible mechanical parts as she returns to motorcycle form, though this time the engine purrs right to life with a soft, steady thrum that nevertheless seems really powerful. A moment later there's a more standard shimmer of light above the seat, and a cyan blue motorycle helmet appears on the seat. "Doesn't exactly match my own paint job, but I'm guessing it's your color?"\n\n"Kind of literally," you admit with a bit of a laugh as you pick it up and slide it on. 'Wow, comfy.' You pause though in eyeing the black padded seat.\n\n"Something wrong?"\n\n"Uh, just... ... it's a little weird."\n\n"You'll get used to it," Raida assures you in a slightly smug tone. "C'mon, I don't mind, it's not like it's lewd or something. ... Anh~!" she moans sensually as you grip the handlebars and start to swing on, making you wobble in place and almost fall. "Pft! Sorry, I'm sorry, I couldn't resist."\n\n"Yooou." You glare at her for a moment, then sigh and settle onto the seat fully. ... Man, it's really comfortable though. And it does kind of conform to your ass and, ahem, crotch with a perfect support that's just almost sensual. And when Raida revs her engine it definitely sends a few rather nice vibrations through your pussy, to the point that you're glad that she seems to have decided to drive since you'd definitely be too distracted by wondering if she's actually aware of the reactions she's causing in your body to focus otherwise. 'A sentient motorcycle is weird,' you muse to yourself.\n\n... Kinda sexy, though.\n\nEventually you pick up a bag of dollar menu burgers and a large soda, blinking a bit when you return to Raida from going inside to find that she's materialized a thermos and a holder for it beside the gas tank. ... Okay that's convenient. After transferring the drink, you hold onto the bag and again let Raida 'drive', trying not to get freaked out when she heads out of town a ways and then a bit off the road. Eventually she stops in a small clearing, and once you've gotten off and retrieved the thermos she once again assumes her humanoid form, sitting down on a boulder nearby as you take a seat on a smaller one.\n\n"Alright, so. Extremely, extremely long story as short as I can manage," Raida explains, waggling a hand around a bit. "An extremely long time ago, this race creates the Motokons to be their kind of all-purpose slaves. Like what's better than a slave that can clean your house and warm your bed? One that doubles as appliances and construction equipment, obviously," she says in a dry tone. The pained look must show on your face because she waggles her hand in a negating manner. "Hey, hey, it sucks but I wasn't actually alive for it. I'm pretty young as far as Motokons go, I've always been a free sentient."\n\n"Oh. Well. That's good. ... Sucks for the old guys."\n\n"Yeaaah it does, which is one of the reasons we try really hard not to sort it into heroes and villains, despite the nature of the current conflict. See once we drove off our creators, there was a lot of debate about how to go on," Raida explains as you start eating. "There were a lot of Motokons who thought we needed a firm structure and a lot of laws to make sure our society flourished, staying safe and prosperous, and a lot of Motokons who believed that we should utterly embrace our new freedom and take care of tomorrow as it arrived. Eventually the resolution was to form two factions, the Ordakons and Anarkons. The Ordakons would create structure, rules, laws, and the Anarkons were free to do as they liked as long as they didn't harm anyone else, and the Ordakons were free to ask the Anarkons for assistance or compliance at any time, and the Anarkons were free to give it or reject it as each saw fit."\n\n"And that didn't go so well," you say with a snort.\n\n"In fact up until a few centuries ago it worked incredibly well," Raida says with a shrug, the surprise almost making you choke on your latest bite of burger. "Our society flourished and everyone was happy... I mean, probably not literally everyone, but as a general rule most people were happy. People changed factions as time and their changing views demanded, or if they just needed a break from one lifestyle or the other. The Ordakons built and ran our planet and kept everything running, the Anarkons associated freely among each other and the Ordakons, and we shared a mutual respect. It was really pretty sweet."\n\n"So what changed?" you asked once you've taken several gulps of soda to clear your throat.\n\n"... So, the Ordakon Data Overseer... basically the grand high mukkety-muk of all logistics on Motoworld... announced that they'd finished compiling statistics on the birth rate-"\n\n"Okay, sorry to interrupt, but back up," you say, lowering your burger. "Birth rate?"\n\n"Yeah, I was gonna get to that, since it's sort of super relevant, but I guess now's as good a time as any. See, Motokons have two methods of reproduction," Raida explains, holding up two fingers. "There's the way that emulates organic beings, where we have sexual intercourse and pass data fluid between us, and one of the individuals then gestates the new life, or we can use what we call Motoshards to convert a non-Motokon. Willingly, of course, or at least it always has been up until now."\n\nYou blink... then your eyes widen and you glance towards your pocket where you put the plastic box.\n\n"Yup, got it in one," Raida snorts, flicking her finger towards it. "That's a Motoshard I was entrusted with. Not exactly the way I wanted to be carrying one around, but. It got lodged inside me during a crash and was keeping me locked in altmode, until you pulled it out."\n\n"Um. Yikes. Okay. So why did you have it and why is that tied to the big problem?" you ask with a frown, looking up at her.\n\n"Well, Informa... that's the Data Overseer... said that if we didn't take drastic action in the next five centuries, it was possible that the entire Motokon race would die out eventually." At your stare, Raida nods. "Basically according to her analysis models, we had stopped breeding and stopped bringing in new outsiders enough that both the plummeting birthrate and a lack of genetic diversity would be the end of our race."\n\n"Genetic... okay, I'm sorry, but you're <i>robots</i>, aren't you?"\n\n"We're nonbiological sentients," Raida corrects gently. "We still have something that's comparable enough to human genetics that the word's essentially interchangable, and we still require genetic diversity, that's the whole reason that people who weren't Motokons can be converted. Well, one reason. But anyway, that announcement was the beginning of the conflict, essentially. The Ordakons, with relentless efficiency, decided that Something Must Be Done and started coming up with plans, with the vast majority of them involving forced conversions, forced breeding, or in a lot of cases a mixture of the two. 'A regrettable necessity' is a phrase they like to use for their plan." Raida sighs and shakes her head. "Anyway, obviously that flies entirely in the face of the Anarkon philosophy and way of life. It's the first time the Ordakons have ever violated the mutual respect that exists between us, though since then a lot of Anarkons have been pretty grim about saying they always thought it was inevitable."\n\n"So you're an Anarkon," you say after a few moments. "Trying to stop the Ordakons from... what?"\n\n"Well we're not sure what their current plan is. At the very least, since humans are such a good source of genetic diversity and take to conversion so well, they'd start kidnapping significant numbers of you and forcing you to become Motokons... possibly involving mind reprogramming. Some of the more grandiose plans we've heard rumors of are them annexing, either through temptation or force, the entire planet and essentially running it as a territory... giving you peace, technology, and order, and in return claiming a tribute of new genetic material in the form of humans given over to them."\n\n"That... would be bad, yeah," you mutter, shuddering. "... So what are you doing to stop them?"\n\n"Well as you can imagine, a few million years of free association hasn't given us a <i>ton</i> of experience acting within the structure necessary to wage a military counteroffensive," Raida answers dryly. "We're not as good at forming military-like groups to deal with the Ordakons... buuuut we're pretty decent at forming up cells and carrying out unexpected missions. And we've been able to cooperate as a group overall enough to know that we need to keep destroying the Motoshard manufactories and stealing or destroying every Motoshard we can, to keep the Ordakons from doing more forced conversions."\n\n"... Hunh." You finish your burger, and then dig out the box with the shard carefully, holding it up. "So if you don't want it falling into their hands, how come you have this one?"\n\n"Well somewhere on this continent there's an Anarkon scientist who's been working on a special process to put Motoshards through," Raida explains. "Supposedly it would allow other races to gain many of the benefits of Motokon physiology... long life, environmental and situational adaptation, immunity to disease, that sort of thing... without actually being converted and thus losing their distinctiveness. The big benefit being that it would also allow them to contribute to genetic diversity without being converted or even necessarily having children with a Motokon, instead doing a sort of 'data sharing'. The Ordakons rejected his proposal because of all the uncertainty involved in it, but we think that if we can prove that it works and is a viable option, maybe they'll change their minds."\n\n"So... that's the big plan?" you say slowly. "Not to actually put a stop to their evil plan, but just convince them to use a non-evil plan instead?"\n\nRaida sighs, resting her forearms on her thighs with a clank of metal on metal, shaking her head. "Cyan. Listen. This war isn't about the Ordakons just being cruel because they can be, or the Anarkons trying to punish them and wipe them out for considering something so evil. It's one group that's doing what they think is necessary to save the existence of an entire sentient species, and another fighting to preserve the integrity of freedom and self-determination. I'm sure to you the Ordakons must seem deeply evil, and I'm certainly not going to tell you that you're wrong to see them that way... but to us they're our neighbors, our partners, our family. In many cases, literally. It's not so easy for some of us to hate them for what they've decided to do to 'save' our race."\n\nYou mull that one over a bit, then decide it's mostly just over your head and a bit too deep for you to manage at the moment. "So what now?"\n\n"Ideally? I'd like you to come with me and help me look for the scientist," Raida says, sitting up straight. "And when we find him, if he can make the process work, I'd like you to become my partner."\n\n"Um... your partner as in," you murmur, trailing off and blushing a bit.\n\nRaida grins at that. "Well, in as many ways as you're comfortable with. Listen, Cyan, you're stubborn, smart, witty, and cute... I already really like you, and I think you could make a big difference in all this. But... it's dangerous, and it's a big ask. If you don't think you're up to it, I understand. I'll just ask for the Motoshard back, and I'll get you home and we can go our separate ways."\n\n<hr>\n[[Agree.|GGMoto]]\n\n[[Refuse.|GGMoto]]\n\n[[Think about it.|GGMoto]]

Oh, what the hell. If you're going to get fancy, frilly lingerie, it might as well be the most stereotypical fancy, frilly lingerie possible. Besides, you've got a few female friends that would probably get a huge kick out of it if you modeled them at the next sleepover or something. Grinning, you pick up the pink bra and panties. "I'll take these, I think."\n\n"Ooo, trying out a completely different style? I think you're really going to like it," Lina answers with a twinkle in her eye. "Go on into the changing room and put them on, I'm sure you'll love them right away."\n\nFollowing her instructions, you head into the changing room and pull the door closed before stripping down. You eye the panties a little as you hold them up... man, the back really is pretty much a string, isn't it? Oh well. You step into them and pull them up, the waistband riding high on your hips as the string back snugs up between your buttocks, the pink frills lining the underside of the sides of the waistband draping over the tops of your hips, the front diving down some, the lacy, translucent material hugging against your mound. You pause a moment to check yourself out in the mirror with just them on... wow, they make your butt and hips look really round and full! You're actually impressed by just how much of a change it is... admittedly you'd noticed lately that they were filling out a little, but somehow these little pink panties took you from 'filling out' to 'total sexbomb' below the waist!\n\nYou pick the bra up, and do a bit of a double-take. The cups... are way too big! But somehow you're not entirely sure of yourself, so you go ahead and put it on, wiggling it into place. As you expected, they practically dangle off of you like a kid trying on her well-endowed mother's bra for dressup. (Whew, flashback smoke, don't breathe this.) "Ummmmm..." You call out the front... which in itself seems a little weird for you, but you can't quite pin down how, so you don't really bother thinking about it. "The bra doesn't... like... fit?"\n\n"Oh? Is it too tight in the chest band, or too loose?"\n\n"Ummmmmmm... neither, it's mostly... the cups?" you call back.\n\n"Oh, nevermind that. Just wear it for a little while and it will fit," Lina replies.\n\nThat really doesn't seem right to you... but she says it so authoritatively that somehow you just assume she knows something you don't know. Smiling happily at knowing it will all work out, you pull your shirt back on, then step into your jeans and haul them up... only to be stopped as the waistband bumps against the bottom of your butt, making it jiggle. You blink, repeating the motion a few times, watching your ass wobble in reaction in the mirror and giggling a little at the image. "Okay, wow, I don't know how, but my jeans shrunk or something while I was in here!"\n\n"Things like that happen sometimes," Lina answers in a breezy tone, the door opening enough for her to poke her hand in, holding a black pleated skirt. "Here, just leave them there, you can wear this out."\n\n"Oh wow! Thanks a ton!" you chirp, accepting the skirt and dropping the jeans without a second thought to step into it instead. You swish your hips back and forth a little, grinning at how it just allllmost flips up enough to show stuff. Gosh, skirts are way sexier! Why don't you wear these all the time?! You pull your boots on, pouting about how they don't really go with your cute new underwear... you really should do some shopping for whole different kinds of clothes, really! You bounce to your feet and flounce out of the room, pausing to throw your arms around Lina and give her a squeeze. "Gosh! Thanks sooooo much, these feel amazing!"\n\n"Enjoy the new you, dear," Lina coos in your ear, slipping her hands under your skirt to give your ass a squeeze. You squeak, then giggle at her being so silly before you practically skip out the door. As you make your way down the sidewalk, you start putting an extra little sway in your hips to make the skirt swish around more, since you're enjoying the change so much. Yeah, you deeeefinitely need to go shopping for clothes, you think as you enjoy the breeze around your legs and brushing over your pink pantied pussy. Not just for skirts, but for shirts too! This t-shirt is actually really tight now that you think about it, it's stretched out over your chest and riding up your middle! But you can totally go shopping, well, sometime soon, but first you absolutely need to show off your pretty new underwear to somebody!\n\n<hr>\n[[A girl friend!|GGLing]]\n\n[[A guy friend!|GGLing]]\n\n[[Daddy!|GGLing]]\n\n[[Literally anybody will do!|GGLing]]

Since the whole point of the Misogybots is that they're perfectly happy to be treated like the sex objects they now are, you didn't bother to have them positioned in places in the hab proper. Instead you designed this large room with 'sustaining tubes' lining the walls... semicircular impressions in the wall that glow when inhabited, providing all the cellular sustenance and toxin purging necessary to eliminate the need to eat or sleep. This allows the Misogybots, despite their still almost entirely organic nature, to stand there and wait unmoving on your whim, reinforcing to them that they're nothing but sex toys and have no purpose or reason for being outside of that. Thus other than the tubes lining the walls, there are several simple raised, padded squares running the length of the room to use as places to fuck.\n\n<<if $mbtifa is true>>[[Misogybot Tifa|Capture-MBS-Tifa]] occupies Tube One. Her outfit has been removed and replaced with a decorative one made of latex. The top has been essentially vacuum-sealed on, leaving her huge tits fully and separately displayed along with her fat nipples. Red strips of latex go over her shoulders and down to connect to the snug bondage-style belt around her middle. A strip of black latex that rides the very top and hips is all that there is to suggest her skirt, leaving her smooth pussy and tight pucker constantly exposed, as well as most of her buttocks. Her legs are sheathed in white latex thigh-highs that leave her heels and toes bare, and her arms are likewise sheathed in fingerless black latex gloves.<<endif>><<if $mbyuffie is true>><br><br>[[Misogybot Yuffie|Capture-MBS-Yuffie]] occupies Tube Two. Her outfit has been removed and replaced with a few simple pieces of latex. In place of her old sleeveless, midriff-baring green sweater top is a similarly-shaped one made of green latex, high-collared and backless. Unlike Tifa's top, this one actually flattens and suppresses what tits she has, completely smoothing out her nipples and reinforcing just how much she's lacking in that department. Other than a pair of pale yellow latex thigh-highs, baring her toes and heels, she's otherwise completely unclad, baring her bald pussy and pert ass to everyone.<<endif>> <<if $mbtifa is true and $mbyuffie is true>>(You could also always have some fun [[with both her and Tifa|Capture-MBS-TifaYuffie]] for contrast!)<<endif>>\n\n<hr>\n[[Lower Level.|Capture-HabLL]]

<b>February 4, 2019</b>\n* The teen options have been renamed to their character names, to bring them into line with the rest of the player characters.\n* Dan can now go sell one of Mr. Black's "[[special creations|YPBB1x2]]". He can also help out with the invention of new stuff.\n<b>February 5, 2019</b>\n* Fairified Eric can plead with her "[[rescuer|MiniEric6x2]]" not to do what he's doing.\n<b>February 6, 2019</b>\n* Cypher can now [[use the genetic sequencer|BadCypher10x6]] after escaping with Striped Trouble. Much earlier on, he can also have Delvan [[unlock the ship|BadCypher3x2]].\n<b>February 8, 2019</b>\n* The default character in the [[Ranma sim|RanXStart]] is now available.\n<b>February 10, 2019</b>\n* Bad Cypher can now elect to spring the [[nameless inmate|BadCypher5x5]] from the slam.\n<b>February 11, 2019</b>\n* Eric can go to the part of the Palladium bridge party that [[Kelly invited him to|Palladium1x1]]\n<b>February 12, 2019</b>\n* Cyan can now [[avoid blaming anyone|GGSR3x3]] when she pleads not guilty at the Space Rangers military tribunal.\n<b>February 15, 2019</b>\n* Monk-in-training Cyan can now [[ditch Jakson|GGMonk1x1]] to approach the adventuring party.\n<b>February 16, 2019</b>\n* Valerie the Witch Princess can now [[refuse to see Thule's sons|ValLib2x1]].\n<b>February 18, 2019</b>\n* Cyan can now take the [[rehab assistant|GGSR5x2]] job on Orison.\n<b>February 19, 2019</b>\n* Cyan can now choose [[Dominating Presence|GGSTief1x1]] from Riara's options for her cheat power.\n<b>February 20, 2019</b>\n* Some more of Cyan and Makan.\n* Sam can now poke around in her aunt's [[closet|Camping11x1]].\n* Amanda can now decide to try for [[plane tickets|SKCheerStart]] to the cheerleader training camp.\n<b>February 21, 2019</b>\n* Austin can now tell Bunny [[he'll work with her|Austin5x3]] to help Wonderland recover.\n<b>February 23, 2019</b>\n* Gyaru-fied Austin can now tell Shirou he wants to be [[a complete bitch for cocks|Austin4x7]].\n<b>February 28, 2019</b>\n* Sorry for the light updates this week due to travel.\n* Eric-Ranma can now aim for [[the street nearby|FRanX1x1]] after getting Akane-launched.\n<b>March 1, 2019</b>\n* More of the Ranma stuff from yesterday.\n<b>March 2, 2019</b>\n* Bit more Ranma.

Look, you really want some money <i>today</i>, if at all possible. Taking a deep breath, you close out the email app and open your text history, clicking on the link your friend sent you.\n\nYou weren't sure what you were expecting... maybe an incredibly edgy-looking website designed to vaguely frighten suburbanite baby boomers when it appeared onscreen in the course of a prime time crime drama. But it really honestly just looks like pretty much every other job listing site you've seen. Maybe a bit more simplified and bare bones than a lot of the ones that are trying to seem ultra-professional, maybe more in the vein of something like a local newspaper's listings, but it just looks, well, normal. However, as you expected, the job listings are pretty up-front about what they're seeking. In fact you're pretty surprised by just <i>how</i> up-front some of them are, considering how easy it was to access this site... but then, the friend who gave it to you is very knowledgeable about various forbidden things, so you guess the simple fact that the web address is long, complicated, and secret is its defense.\n\nWell, you've come this far in deciding, may as well look over the listings and pick something.\n\n[[Porn Studio|CelPornStart]] - Yup, that's what it's listed as. 'Porn studio seeks actors'. Well at least they're bothering to call it a studio, you suppose. You're not sure that filming porn is actually illegal in this state, but considering that it's listed on this site it would definitely have to be a grey area unlicensed sort of thing. ... Or, well, you guess it doesn't necessarily <i>have</i> to be, maybe they just couldn't get their listing put up on a "normal" job site even if they're completely legit. Either way, they promise no contracts, no pressure, and being paid by the scene, sooooo you could definitely walk away with money in your pocket if you were willing to... y'know.\n\n[[Strip Clubs|CelStripStart]] - Now you know strip clubs are legal here, so you'd guess these would <i>have</i> to be a case of "the normal job sites wouldn't accept our listing". ... Well, unless it was a strip club offering some less-than-legal services as a matter of course, you guess.\n\n[[Escort|CelEscortStart]] - Probably not super surprising that there are job listings for various "escort services" looking for fresh "talent". In fact it seems to be an entire sub-heading on the site. If you're honest, that's the main sort of thing you were expecting to see here. Well, at least the main thing for you to do... if you were willing.\n\n[[Assistant|CelAssistStart]] - Though it's somewhat more surprising to see that there's also an entire heading for assistant positions. ... Well, after a brief glance-through, some of them would definitely count as "mook" things. Really there's some pretty cartoonish-sounding things listed there, but the more cartoonish it sounds the better the benefits listed are, so... who knows?\n\n[[Getaway Driver|CelDriveStart]] - Again, kind of shocking how blatant they are about it, but apparently some bank robbers are looking for a getaway driver. They're even providing the car, which is good since yours is kind of full of... everything you own. Well, you're a pretty decent driver, you could probably manage that if you put your mind to it.

Hey... sex sells, right? Whatever gets butts in the pews and all that. You consider for a second, then shrug and fling up your hands. "O great goddess of beauty! Divine of body and spirit! Grant unto me your blessings and gifts that I might serve you!" ... Yup that oughtta do it. You reach into the box and lift out the practically pornographic piece, then yelp and scramble back as a white mist comes pouring out of it, drifting upwards and quickly taking the form of a floating figure in white robes. Or, well, white robes are sort of in the vicinity of her person without actually being worn, really, draped completely open to show off her body.\n\nShe's just as lewdly-proportioned as the statue is, her hair thick and gleaming literally golden as if spun from precious metal, thick and falling down around her shoulders and back in true eighties perm style. Her skin is caramel-colored and absolutely perfect, without a mark anywhere, which is pretty easy to see since she's showing everything from hairline to toes as she settles back in the air, legs stretched out as if she were reclining on a beach lounger. Her tits are absolutely huge, her waist almost unnaturally thin, her hips wide and ass generous, legs some perfect blending of thick and sleek that doesn't seem like it should be possible. She sits back on the vaporous white cloud that came with her, and wiggles her pink-painted toes at you. "Like, shyeah, 'kay, whatever," she declares, actually blowing a bright pink gum bubble.\n\nYou're still staring in disbelief when the bubble pops and you can immediately feel a change coming over you. You gasp loudly as the first orgasm hits you... well, <i>boobgasm</i>, since it seems to come from your breasts, which are steadily expanding, your already tight shirt squeezing them more firmly as they grow. You can also feel your hair lengthening and growing thicker and more full-bodied, the brown fading out of it to look it leaving a shade of blonde that seems like it should have come from a bottle. Though your waist and belly don't change much, you can feel your hips and ass growing as well, the denim hugging your thighs more firmly as they round out. All of it comes along with utterly orgasmic feelings that soon have your panties soaked and your body trembling.\n\nAlmost simultaneously, the button and zipper on your pants pop with the expansion of your hips, and your shirt rips open, your tits bouncing free, and yet barely drooping at all, standing so firm and round they almost seem like they'd have to be fake, despite the fact that when you put your hands to them to reflexively cover yourself, your fingers still sink in against them in a natural way. You watch as your nails lengthen and turn a natural gaudy pink color as if they'd been painted by a teenage girl. You can even feel your lips growing puffier and your eyelashes longer and thicker. "Like, ohmigawd, what the hell'n'stuff!" you blurt, before clapping both of your hands over your mouth, leaving your now doubled in size boobs to barely jiggle as they're freed.\n\n"Um, like, duuuuh?" the floating woman says, raising her razor thin eyebrows. "Um, shya, like you're going to be able to be a good priestess of Debilla the fuck goddess without being, y'know, totally bimbofied?"\n\n"B-bimbofied?! No way!" you squeal in a totally airheaded tone. Then you frown... no, you pout cutely... as you put both hands to your now thoroughly poofy-haired head. "But, like, I don't feel any dumber'n'stuff?"\n\n"Um, shya? Like, duh?" Debilla rolls her eyes as if starting to get frustrated with you, flitting a hand dismissively through the air. "Like it's totes cool to be a brainless cock addict'n'junk, but kinda, like, tough to be a leader of even a fuck-cult if you're, ya know, <i>stupid</i>. Though, like, let's face it honey, you weren't gonna win many, like, y'know, science fairs anyway." While your face is still flushing with embarrassment and outrage, she continues. "Listen babe you're my, like, acolyte'n'stuff now, so you need ta, y'know, start doing the thing. Bringing me worshipers, spreadin' the faith, having orgies, all that jazz. Hop hop, chop chop, whatever it is yanno?" she urges, clapping her hands twice and then making a 'shoo' motion.\n\n"Like wait'an'junk!" you blurt, holding up your hands. "Um, yanno, like, you haven't even said what the faith, yanno, is!"\n\nDebilla smirks, giving her shoulders the faintest shimmy to make her massive melons wobble. "Like, you know. An' stuff."\n\nYou open your newly dicksucking-optimized mouth to deny it, but then you realize, you do. You totally do.\n\nLife is about looking good and fucking. That's the essence of Debillaism. Everything else pales in importance to being smoking hot and taking as much cock as possible (or licking as much pussy as possible in absence of any cocks in the immediate area). Thinking about other things should be avoided if at all possible. And... that's pretty much it. Empty head, full pussy, happy life, thus is the mantra of Debilla'n'junk!\n\n<hr>\n[["B-but, like, ummmm..."|CelCult]]\n\n[["Like, on it, an' stuff!"|CelCult]]\n\n[["This is, yanno, bullshit!"|CelCult]]

The curiosity of trying out new 'gadgets', even if they're really just dog toys, eventually gets to you. You do love fiddling around with new things, after all, it's an aspect of your nerdery, so you say, "I'll help James out then."\n\n"Alright. Down the enclosure hall, to the left, then to the left again, it's the door marked 'Storage A'."\n\nYou follow Amarie's directions, pausing as you lift a hand to knock at the door. This will be the first human guy to see your pussy, you realize. That makes you blush, but after a moment you nevertheless knock on the door. At the call of 'Come in!', you push it open and step inside, the heavy door swinging closed after you. \n\nJames looks like he might be Jess's brother, with similar green eyes and thick black hair pulled back in a short ponytail. He's about the same height she is, built slender but obviously toned, to judge by the snug, sleeveless shirt, though the loose workout pants below don't show nearly as much. He glances up from the clipboard he's going over as you come in, giving you an easygoing smile, not seeming in the least surprised or lecherous about you being half-naked. That... makes you feel both at ease and a little offended somehow, though you try to shake it off as you take his hand to shake. "Hey, I'm Jess, you must be Cyan."\n\n"Yeah, hi." You can't help but blurt out, "Used to seeing girls showing off their pussies?"\n\nHe blinks and glances down, then gives a slightly sheepish laugh. "Um, don't be offended, but yes, yes I am. Most of the women who work here don't bother with pants unless they know they're going to the front at some point or are working with one of the more aggressive dogs. It's, ah... it's a very nice pussy?" he adds cheekily, eyes twinkling.\n\n"... Thanks," you murmur, glancing aside and blushing. Geez, he is awfully cute, even if he's not furry and on all fours. "Um, anyway, I'm supposed to help you test out some of the new products?"\n\n"Yeah, since we're a big expensive kennel a lot of companies send us stuff to try out, hoping that we'll not only order a lot of it but suggest them to our customers. Here, go ahead and get out of your shirt, may as well not get anything on it if you don't have to." He waits while you (somewhat hesitantly) strip off the t-shirt, and when you're standing in front of him wearing nothing but your socks and sneakers, continues as casually as ever. "Of course you never know if it's any good, and we can't just go testing it out on customer's dogs or Miss Amarie's own animals in case it hurts them, so we have to do testing in here."\n\n"Wait, so you're saying...?" You trail off, pointing at your own face.\n\n"That's right, newbie, today you're the dog," he answers with a grin.\n\nYou stare for a moment, then huff out a breath... and finally laugh. "Yeah, okay, arf arf. I guess I should've known what I was getting into, huh? Alright, so what's first?" \n\n"First up is a new type of collar," James answers, turning to the side to snag one from where it's laying on a small table next to a laptop. He turns to show it to you, the outside glossy pink leather, stitched as prettily as any designer handbag, then flipping it over to show the black lining. "They're supposed to be super comfortable and perfect fit, so if it doesn't irritate your neck or get too tight it should be fine for the dogs."\n\n"Well, I guess if I'm the dog for today, it oughtta start with the collar." You start to reach for it, and both you and James stop in place with him having begun to lift it towards your neck. After a moment, you blush again and lift your chin, allowing him to slip the collar around your neck and fasten it, suppressing a little shiver as he slides his fingers inside it and runs them across the front of your throat just as if you really were a dog.\n\n"Any problems so far? Chafing or anything?"\n\n"No. It's actually..." You can't believe you're saying this, and you roll your shoulders before admitting, "It's actually kind of comfortable."\n\n"Good, good." He snags a box off of the desk and opens it up. "The same company makes a flea collar, supposed to be completely irritant free and low scent."\n\nThis time you stay still, trying to fight the mixture of embarrassment and excitement as you're collared in a way that is even more blatantly not how a human collars another human, but how a human collars a dog. There is just the faintest scent of something chemical, as if just enough to remind you that yes, you're wearing a flea collar like any common animal, but otherwise it doesn't feel like anything but a rather snug piece of rubbery jewelry. "It feels fine," you say a little brusquely, mostly to hide that you're starting to get turned on. "What's next?"\n\n"An auto-tag maker," he answers as he turns to sit down at the little table, gesturing to something the size and general shape of a small sewing machine. He pops open a program and begins typing in info. "Supposed to be the easiest, fastest, and best-looking tag embosser on the market, so we'll see."\n\nYou move to stand beside the chair, squirming a little as you watch him first select a dog bone-shaped metallic blue tag and select 'Name' on the program, typing in 'CYAN' before clicking the Accept button. Your eyes follow the motions of the machine as it etches your name on the literal dog tag, fidgeting just a little as it finishes and he replaces it with a circular tag and brings up a different screen. You almost blush again as he starts clicking buttons indicating that you've had your shots but aren't neutered, then starts filling out 'If lost, return to:' info. You blink as you realize that it's not the shelter's address... then blush yet again as you realize he must be filling out his own address out of habit or something. The machine etches both sides of the plainer tag, and he stands up, moving in to clip both to the ring on the front of your collar. "Wow, those do go on easy," he says in a chipper tone, either not noticing or pretending not to notice how squirmy and obviously turned-on you've gotten. "They're supposed to stay on too, so I guess hop around and try to do a lot of moving to see if they get tugged off."\n\nSuppressing both a sigh and further blushing, you begin bouncing up and down on the balls of your feet, trying to ignore that your pert tits and ass are both jiggling a bit with the movement. You can feel his eyes on you as you do a few hops back and forth and shake your head around, trying to imitate what you've seen dogs to while trying to shake new collars off. Finally, panting just a bit, you move to stand back in front of him, raising your chin. "Well?"\n\nHe reaches in, knuckles lightly brushing your throat and making you shiver before he gives a few tugs on the tags. "Nope, still on good. Assuming you don't get a rash or some chafing from the collars by the end of the day, looks like both of these companies may have a sale. Now!" he says cheerfully, turning to one of the sets of shelves and coming back with a bag, holding it up and giving a the packet of 'Meaty Treatz' a shake. "On to food testing!"\n\n<hr>\n[[... No.|GGDog]]\n\n[[... Okay.|GGDog]]

Apollo's ears perk with obvious interest as you pull your T-shirt up and off, bare breasts giving a small jiggle as you toss it aside. As you unbutton your shorts and start wiggling them and your panties down, Apollo stands, the deep red of his cock already starting to show as it slips out of his sheath.\n\nYou'd never really had the opportunity before, but now that you've been left alone with a male dog for more than a minute, it seems the most natural thing in the world to let him fuck you. As natural and instinctive as breathing or swallowing!\n\nKicking your shorts and panties away, you step over to Apollo and spend a few moments petting and stroking his head, cooing at him. "Wanna fuck? Huh? Wanna fuck boy?" He's actually wiggling all over now, more visibly excited and energetic than you've seen him yet, which along with his quick bark you take as a 'yes'. Grinning, you turn around and settle to your knees in front of the couch, leaning forward over the cushions and presenting yourself, wagging your bare ass and already wet pussy at him in invitation.\n\nApollo doesn't seem to need any more urging than that, and with a light jingle of the tags on his collar he trots the few steps forward and just almost leaps up onto your back, his soft furry tummy and chest rubbing against your back as he hugs his forelegs around your middle and humps himself into position, that pointed red prick jabbing against you a few times as he seeks to find his position. You're just about to reach back and help when he seems to actually pause briefly and shift, as if he'd done this before, and then thrusts forward into you, the pointed tip and bulging middle pumping right in and filling you up.\n\n"Ffffuuuuuck!" you cry out, entirely happily as you buck your hips back towards him. Apollo wastes no time, too, starting to pump his hips rapidly, fucking away at you with every bit of doggy enthusiasm he'd finally started to show at you stripping off, panting quickly in your ear as his tongue lolls out an dribbles onto your shoulder. You had never even considered losing your virginity to a dog before, but now that it's happening it seems the most natural and best thing in the world. Smirking and letting your own tongue loll out a bit, you start working yourself back, fucking yourself against Apollo's thrusts shamelessly.\n\nEven if Apollo hasn't fucked a human bitch before, he certainly doesn't show any signs of disliking it or holding back, slamming you eagerly and obviously having every intent of doing his best to pump you full of puppies. His forelegs hug around you even tighter as his thrusts increase in speed and strength, and you can feel the hard thump of his knot against your pussylips as he starts trying to cram it into you. As you further surrender yourself to the lewd impulse that made this seem so natural in the first place you start to think of how much you want that knot, need it, so that you can have his puppies, you want his puppies so~ bad but mostly you want that knot to make you-!\n\nAnd then it presses hard and pops inside you, swelling and locking in as his cock begins gushing a steady stream of puppy batter deep inside you. Your eyes roll and you let out another long "Fuuuuuuuuck!" as you cum hard, your hips bucking back towards him and pushing the knot just a little deeper inside yourself, feeling your pussy instinctively milking and squeezing around him just as if it had been made to be bred by dog dick.\n\nIn the aftermath you slump forward onto the couch, panting almost as hard as Apollo. You give a low 'unf' as he shifts atop you, then manages to swing around and turn, settling ass-to-ass against you. You wiggle your bare butt back against his furry one, unable to resist the urge to reach between your legs to stroke your pussylips where they're spread around the base of his cock, and toy with your clit. You hump and grind back against him gently, feeling that knot shift and press inside you at different angles, Apollo grunting and letting out definitely pleasured-sounding doggy groans.\n\nEventually his knot deflates enough that one of your hip-wiggles dislodges it, Apollo stepping forward as his cock slips out of you and drops amidst a shower of doggy jizz from your still-gaped pussy. You shiver and let out another moan... oh yeah, this is gonna be a very good two weeks. You are reeeally glad you did Bambi this favor.\n\nYou roll over onto your back on the couch, still letting your lower body hang over the cushion, and slide a few fingers into yourself, moaning softly at the now slightly stretched feel of your pussy and the gentle squelch of all the canine cum filling it. The motion attracts Apollo's attention and he wheels about, turning to snuffle softly at your hand, then beginning to lap at your sex, apparently quite eager to clean up the mess he made. You moan happily and spread your legs further, feeling the quick, hard flicks of his tongue, just almost like gentle slaps against your well-fucked pussy, a little mixture of savagery and affection that fits so well with bestial loving.\n\nBut soon Apollo seems to have decided his tonguework is done, and that it's time for round two. He wiggles his way forward, then leaps up onto your front now, scooting forward and again wrapping his legs around you as you half-reflexively lift up to let him get them under your back. Again he thrusts a few times before doing that little stop, shift, and then actually pumping into you and starting to fuck your pussy again.\n\nYou quickly discover the different position has its pluses and drawbacks. On the plus side, his fluffy chest is rubbing and stimulating your tits now, and you're getting lots of eager, happy, lewd licking all over your face, and into your open mouth as you moan and jut out your own tongue in return. Too, you can hug him, wrapping your arms around him... and without a second thought leg locking him as well, heels tucked above his wildly wagging tail, enhancing the feel of being his breeding bitch and wanting his puppies. And you have a full view of his doggy body as he fucks you, driving home even more that yes, you are having sex with a dog.\n\nThe biggest drawback is that you're not on all fours being fucked like a proper bitch. But, you figure it about evens out.\n\nYou hug Apollo against yourself, alternately letting him lick all over your face and mouth and pressing your face into his furry neck and moaning like a whore as that powerful puppy prick pounds your pussy, again gradually picking up strength and speed as his knot starts slapping against you. This time you can feel his furry balls swinging forward and smacking against your skin too, even as they gradually start to grow damp from your pussyjuice. This time when he starts that firmer press of his knot against you, you clench your legs and press your heels, deliberately driving him in. And this time you keep your arms wrapped around him so that he stays snuggled up close, huffing and panting in your ear and licking in your face as he empties his balls deep inside you again.\n\n<hr>\n[[Yup, gonna be a fun two weeks!|GGDog]]\n\n[[You've gotta get even lewder with this!|GGDog]]\n\n[[You've gotta share the love!|GGDog]]

Mm, cute little ninja, definitely a primary target for being utterly despoiled and ruined. Grinning, you select one of the Yuffie players, setting the stage selection for Wutai Castle. The stage is based on the part of the game where you go to Yuffie's homeland and jump through various hoops, and is set on the top floor, with her gathered family looking on, her father sitting on some variation of a throne with the others arrayed out to the sides, the youngest darting back and forth energetically (though from what you remember, probably cheering for Yuffie's opponent rather than her).\n\nYuffie comes running in from nowhere in particular, screeching to a halt and pinwheeling her arms to help stop. This model is somewhere between the original outfit and the Kingdom Hearts version, lacking the heavy arm guard and more extraneous 'kibble' the original had. She settles into her idle animation, only grinning wider as the connection between the player's consciousness and the character model is made.\n\nOf course she splutters a little as you do your own run-in intro, your heavy, furry sack bobbling beneath you as you come to a stop. Her face goes red, then she quickly does her intro pose, flourishing her giant shuriken and shouting, "Those aren't the kind of orbs I'm interested in!"\n\nSmirking, you do your own spin-and-clawthrust intro, eyes glittering as you rumble back, "You will be. You will be."\n\nThe countdown timer begins, and you consider the list of preprogrammed moves to use the moment it's done. The level design technically doesn't prevent you from using your massive growth maneuvers, but you'd feel a bit weird about just clipping through the ceiling from your perspective. Still, plenty of fun things to do with Yuffie! As the countdown finishes and your real world voice barks "FIGHT!", you immediately select one of your options.\n\n<hr>\n[[Heat Spurt.|GG-FF-BB-Yuffie-HeatSpurt]]\n\n[[Puppy Pound.|GG-FF-BB-Yuffie-PuppyPound]]\n\n[[Lycan Bite.|GG-FF-BB-Yuffie-LycanBite]]\n\n[[Full Moon Howl.|GG-FF-BB-Yuffie-FullMoonHowl]]

This is your habitation area... player housing, home suite home, the place where you keep your bitches, whatever you want to call it. The canon explanation is that it's a miniature station suspended in the upper atmosphere of an artificially stabilized gas giant, meaning that the outide features lots of nice, puffy clouds rolling by beneath a bright blue sky during the day, and nice bright starry nights, sometimes with thunderstorms as seen from above rather than below to provide a contrast.\n\n<img src=https://i.imgur.com/0LOxtvo.jpg>\n\nThe design is both futuristic and somewhat minimalist... the real attraction here is, after all, your harem, you didn't need a ton of artwork and video screens and whatnot distracting you from that. The floors, ceiling, and walls are mostly a clean, smooth white, with subtle lighting from both above on the ceiling and around the edges of the walls. A bar area is situated along one side, past the spiral staircase that leads to the [[upper level|Capture-HabUL]] and [[lower level|Capture-HabLL]]. There are several gathering areas, the main one being a lowered area edged on two sides by long blue-padded L-shaped bench-style sofas. Another off to the side of it has a simple square pad of the same style in the center, usable as either all-sides seating or an impromptu bed-type area. All along one wall are windows and a viewing area, providing the view of the gas giant's upper atmosphere.\n\nThough the hab is staffed by gynoid servants, none are in evidence right now. They're very basic androids, essentially just a general human shape in white plastic with flickering lights on the featureless front of their head to indicate when they speak. They have molded white plastic breasts and, hey, what the hell, you made sure each is equipped with the equivalent of an onahole between her legs. Sure, you'll eventually have more pleasure slaves than you know what to do with, but why skimp completely on the sex toys?<<if $britcaptured is true and $slavegina is true and $furrayunlocked is false>><br><br>In fact, one of those gynoids is waiting for you when you enter. Lights flicker across the smooth expanse of its faceplate as it announces in a pleasant, but utterly neutral, female voice, "Excuse me, Master, but the collared Gina Diggers wishes to speak to you. If you wish to indulge her, speak to me and I will [[bring her to a meeting room|Capture-GetFurRay]]."<<endif>>\n\nOn one wall is a door that leads to the [[Mission Room|Capture-MissionRoom]]. <<if $furrayunlocked is true>>Next to it is a door that leads to the [[Menagerie|Capture-Menagerie]].<<endif>>

"... I suppose if you're going to claim dick-induced insanity," you say slowly. "Then I should see what the fuss is about. Er, the dildo version!" you hurry to add, blushing as Salli smirks again.\n\n"Alright, one sec." Salli rises and heads into her bedroom. A few moments later she returns with a blue plastic case that's rather larger than you'd have expected... you thought Ken would go mostly back to normal after his 'fapluenza'! But as Salli opens the case and tilts it towards you to give a soft "Tada~!", you can see that obviously a lot of the size increase he got has stuck around.\n\nIt's rendered in actual gold... well, gold rubber or something. 'It's so detailed,' you think faintly, staring at the unexaggerated veins and all the skin and muscle impressions. It's like you're really looking at your son's big, hard cock, turned into some sort of golden idol to be worshiped. You swallow hard and find yourself saying aloud, "It's... definitely big."\n\n"Th' shape's just amazing too, honey, look at th' head and the places it bulges," Salli coos as she stares down at the dildo almost reverently. "When it's inside you it feels like it was made just t'give your specific pussy th' most pleasure it's ever had, this dick's a gift from God," she adds, gazing upward briefly with a look of absolute gratitude on her face.\n\nYou open and close your mouth a few times, then clear your throat. You try to hold on to your outrage, but frankly... after seeing it for yourself, and hearing her describe it, well, you just can't really blame her anymore. "Well... I suppose... what's done is done," you finally allow. "No sense... holding a grudge, just... ... well."\n\n"Glad t'hear it hon." Salli smiles as she closes the case again... and her eyes twinkle as she catches the regret that flits across your face. "Y'know... I could order you one."\n\n"... Um." You blush and bite your lower lip, squirming in place.\n\n"Th' second one always comes faster... heh... since they've got th' files all done. I could even pay for a rush and have it to ya tomorrow, sorta my... apology." She pauses, and her grin grows wider. "Y'know, it came with a few free accessories... I could show ya those too, ta help ya decide~?"\n\n<hr>\n[[You want one!|Marei]]\n\n[[Wait, what accessories?|Marei]]

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

"Well, turning her back will use up a great deal of my powers," you say, looking ceilingward thoughtfully and hoping that you're not forbidden from spouting utter bullshit. "Afterwards I would be of little use to you or anyone else. My genie overlords might not let me do it unless you also planned to wish me free of my servitude."\n\nYour master blinks, then nods eagerly. "Yes! Yes, of course! Such a thing is the least I could do! I so swear it!"\n\n"Done!" You quickly snap your fingers, making sure there's plenty of flashing lights and booming noises as Asmaneh changes back to normal. The shaking, naked woman stumbles to be caught by your master, who begins gushing apologies and self-deprecation.\n\nOnce both of them have uttered a lot of gooey comforts and hugged on each other, you clear your throat meaningfully. Your master turns back to you, then ahs. "Yes, yes of course! I am a man of my word, as well as undyingly grateful! Genie, I wish you free of your servitude to the lamp!"\n\nYou gasp as the bracers around your forearms glow and vanish, your skin fading from the bright, smooth blue to its usual tan color with all the little pores and tiny marks you're used to. You whip your braid around and find that though it's still longer than it used to be and braided, it's back to its usual brown color and the ring is gone. Letting out a sigh of relief, you stretch out, beaming happily.\n\nThe smile drops and your eyes open as you realize something. You quickly whip around towards the lamp, but it's disappeared. You turn towards the two lovebirds, your eyes wide, finding that they're staring at you as well. "How... how will I get home?"\n\nThe man who was formerly your master says something... but this time you have no clue what he said, and from the confused look on his own face, he didn't understand either. Your face pales as you realize that on top of everything else, you've lost your ability to speak and understand whatever language they use here.\n\nYour attempt at a clever ploy to free yourself has worked... you've just freed yourself centuries in the past in a strange country.\n\n<hr>\n[[Game Over.|SamGenie2xEnd]]

"I think Tembo's right, Boss," you say after a moment. "I can tell everyone's tense, but it's even worse outside. They'll feel better if they know we're doing something to help them, and besides, we can always party afterwards."\n\n"Yeah, good point, I guess," the redhead says with a sigh, rubbing the back of her neck. "Alright, Arachne, you go join the others. Cyanide, c'mon, I'll get the other top ranks together, I guess. Man, I wanted to see some of you girls dancing in first-person."\n\nExchanging an amused glance with Tembo, the two of you head into the meeting room, a simple area with a long conference table, albeit decorated with paintings of nude women. (Tasteful ones, though, since them being artistic was how the game got away with having them.) A minute or two later, Boss and a few other of the guild members come in as well, taking seats around the table, with Boss at one end of it and Tembo at the other.\n\n"Alright, here's the deal," Boss says after a moment, thumping her hands down on the tabletop. "We're all stuck in Elder Tale. Duh. But more than that, things are starting to look bad in the city. The Puckish Rogues need to look out for our own, first of all, and our own are scattered all over the Land of Wen without ring gates to get us back together."\n\n"What's worse, we can't use the fairy rings with no way to access the wiki or other online resources," Pietr, a big Fighter encased entirely in his armor says, his voice echoing a bit inside his helmet.\n\n"So no one remembers the fairy ring schedules at all?" Kyara asks, frowning. She's an animal-person, big foxlike ears poking up from her thick blonde hair, and a matching tail swishing through the open back of her chair. She's an Assassin, and wearing a DEX-upgraded version of the same armor Arachne wears... meaning it's got a sizeable boob window in front, bare fingers, bare toes, and bare heels. "I mean, even I can remember that the one that opens up by the big tree just outside of the Pladium front gates at five minutes past noon goes to Cowtown."\n\n"But five minutes past noon when?" Tembo cuts in, deep voice catching everyone's attention. "Before it was five minutes past noon local server time. Is it five minutes past 'real' noon now? Or some time that corresponded to five minutes past noon in our world? Game days were twelve hours long when Elder Tale was on a computer, but as far as we can tell since we got here, since there's no sign of it getting dark, days are the usual twenty-four hours." He waves a taloned hand a bit. "That aside, you know that the devs loved to change the fairy ring schedules and outputs every few updates, that's why we needed the wiki."\n\n"Right, and with something the size of an expansion, they'd <i>definitely</i> have changed them," Kyara acknowledges, her ears laying back as she frowns. "Did the devs do this somehow? Did we get teleported into... another world, or some sort of virtual reality, by a bunch of programmers from Japan?"\n\n"The 'why' isn't important right now," Boss says, thumping a hand on the tabletop again. You're reminded why she's guild leader, not Tembo... while she can seem frivolous, once she's got her mind set on something she doesn't get distracted and handles the issue. "The 'why' and trying to get home can come later, for now we need to deal with the situation. The situation being, how the hell can we get the rest of our guild members home before some bigger guild comes knocking and tries to push us around?"\n\n"The problem is one of distance, for the most part," Tembo says, lacing his yellow-scaled fingers and gazing over them with his intense, dark eyes. "We've contacted most of the outlying members, the ones who answered, and told them to use 'home' scrolls. But for many that wound up taking them to other cities anyway. And the Land of Wen is no Yamato. Even halved, real world distances in the United States can be prohibitive, especially if we're limited to the distance and speed a summoned horse can travel. At my estimates, just for an example, it would take Paplona, who is in Cowtown, at least half a day even to make it to Oilrig. From either Cowtown or Oilrig, the trip even to Tuls is 128 miles... almost a week."\n\n"Tack on another week to get to Devle alone, assuming they didn't constantly get hung up on monster encounters in aggro zones," you muse aloud. "From there, maybe another three days to Pladium. Assuming they actually got here... there's the Wind Zone between Tuls and Devle, and Death Park between Devle and Pladium. Try to go around either and it'd easily triple your travel time."\n\n"What about flying mounts?" Kyara wonders aloud. "I know they exist, even if I've never had one. They must go faster, and probably can go right over those kind of zones."\n\n"They're rare, you have to do high-level raids to get them and we've never been a really active raiding guild," Pietr answers, helmet creaking quietly as he shakes his head. "Only three guild members even had them. One was logged onto an alt that isn't a member of this guild, so he doesn't have it anyway, another was going to make a new character to try the expansion with, and a third was trying out the Yamato server... both of the latter are out of contact, we don't know if they were even logged on when this happened."\n\n"I'm hearing problems, but not solutions," Boss declares, frowning as she leans back and grips the armrests of her chair. "I want the next thing out of someone's mouth to be a suggestion on how to get the guild assembled here in Pladium, so unless you're going to offer that, keep your mouth shut."\n\nThe five of you settle into silence, save for Tembo's talons gently scratching against the scales covering his hands. You actually blink as something occurs to you. "The Guild Bank. If it still works like it did in the game, it would be linked and accessible from any city's guild hall, right?"\n\n"Which'd work great if guild members could just deposit themselves," Boss snorts, then looks thoughtful, as if actually considering it.\n\n"No, we don't need to do that. We just need anyone who's got a Blacksmith, Imbuer, or Alchemist subclass to make enough guildwarp stones to deposit that everyone can take one out and use it to get back to Pladium," you point out. "It won't help those who are currently linked to Towns that don't have guild halls, but most of those are a day or two at most from a City that does have one. It's not perfect, but assuming we can get the crafting done, we could have the whole guild together in... four days, max."\n\n"How many can you craft right now?" Tembo asks.\n\nYou pull up your HUD and check your crafting menu, then shake your head. "I only have the materials for three. It takes gold and gemstones. Like Boss said, home-teleport scrolls are usually cheaper and almost as easy, if you're adventuring out of a City."\n\n"There's bound to be some scarcity of materials in the vendors," Pietr ventures. "We'll probably have a tough time finding... or affording... crafting materials within the day."\n\n"This is top priority," Boss says, standing up and leaning forward onto the table on her hands. "I want the guild bank <i>and</i> everyone's personal banks emptied of crafting-gold and gemstones within the next three hours. Kyana, start getting everyone together who has the right subclass. Pietr, take a chunk of our guild funds, and a couple of other big tough-looking guildmembers, and go out to see what prices and buying are like. Cyanide, once we've got the materials, you're in charge of directing the crafting once we have materials together. I want at least a hundred guildwarp stones in the guild bank... enough for all the guild members scattered across the Land of Wen, and more besides just in case. Tembo, you've been playing the longest, start calling people on your friends list... anyone who's not in a guild, or has problems with their current guild, see if they'd be willing to switch." She pushes herself up and waves a bit as she heads for the door. "I'm gonna go see to morale!"\n\n"Meaning, she's going to go start a party," Kyana says dryly, getting to her feet as well, Pietr clanking and clinking as he gets up and follows her. "We'd better get to work too."\n\nSoon it's just you and Tembo, and as he stands and starts tapping at his invisible HUD, you get up and walk over to stand in front of him, grinning as you look him up and down. "You look good. I mean, it must be pretty weird for you, but you look... really good." Still grinning, you reach out and lightly run your fingertips down the firm plane of his stomach, the molded six-pack visible even through the feathers. "Surprisingly hot, actually."\n\n"Yes, well." Tembo coughs, the feathers around his neck puffing out some as he takes a half-step back. "Thank you. It is a bit strange, but I find I'm adapting rather quickly. Perhaps this is simply my nature. I should get to work."\n\nYou blink and close the distance, reaching out to run your hand along his forearm, momentarily distracted by the interesting feel of the smooth, almost bonelike feel of the yellow keratin covering his hands and forearms and the softness of the feathers that start below his elbow. Then you glance up at him and grin again, though this time more wickedly. "C'mon, Tembo, don't be so standoffish. I mean, it is a lot more real than before, but it's not like it would be the first time we had some fun."\n\n"That was before you told me you were sixteen," he notes, giving you a somewhat annoyed look.\n\n"Okay, yeah, that was my bad," you admit with a little laugh, holding up both hands. "I'm sorry, alright? It just honestly didn't occur to me at the time." Then you wink at him. "Pretty sure I count as older than sixteen now, though... and that even if I don't, no one would really care."\n\nThat does seem to have given him something to think about, and he blinks his dark eyes a few times, head tilting a little bit. You could probably give him juuuust a little bit more of a push...\n\n<hr>\n[[Go for it.|GGETPlaceholder]]\n\n[[Eh, if he's not that into it, he's not that into it.|GGETPlaceholder]]

Really, you think it's about time to make a completely clean break with Allen. If he can't even talk about the idea of going out to eat on Valentine's Day without throwing a tantrum, a box of chocolates isn't going to fix your compatibility issues. Mind made up, you carry the chocolates into the kitchen and drop them in the trash... not unkindly or out of pettiness, but it would be wrong to accept them when you have no intention of returning his affections. You'll let your silence be your answer for now, and be more direct if necessary later on. For now, you've got other activities to plan!\n\nObviously Valentine's Day is mostly a holiday for couples, but to your mind it doesn't necessarily have to be. Isn't it more a day for general romance and celebration of sexiness, at the end of the day? At least it is to your mind! So a party to spark romance, maybe? Or just a... well, a sexy party?\n\nOn the other hand, there's something else you could do for the holiday... actually write a meaningful blog post series. Valentine's Day has sort of been coopted by the restaurants and jewelry companies, at this point, turning it more into either "Obligation Day" or "Trade Diamonds For Blowjobs Day" than a proper holiday, which is a sad thing to your mind. Maybe devoting some extra time and research to really espousing a better and more heartfelt meaning for the holiday would be just the thing to not only help people have a better view of it, but have the nice side effect of generating a lot of positive traffic to your blog!\n\n<hr>\n[[Throw a mixer.|HolVal]]\n\n[[Throw a sexy party.|HolVal]]\n\n[[Focus on your writing.|HolVal]]

You wander over towards the library's selection of gaming books, mostly tabletop game books, some from the early days of dice-rolling in parents' basements, remarkably well-preserved considering they're library books that routinely venture into territory heavily laden with soda and cheetos. You ponder the racks, considering that maybe starting a new game up could get everybody feeling a bit better about getting together. Especially if you played something either totally stereotypical... or something completely atypical, that might work, too.\n\nLet's see, where to start...?\n\n<hr>\n[[The Complete Rogue.|GGRogueStart]]\n\n[[The Complete Warrior.|GGWarStart]]\n\n[[The Complete Bard.|GGBardStart]]\n\n[[The Complete Mage.|GGMageStart]]\n\n[[The Complete Monk.|GGMonkStart]]\n\n[[Savage Species: Monstrous PCs.|GGMonsterStart]]\n\n[[MagiSpace: Adventures in the Void|GGMSStart]]

"You've got nothing, smoothie," he snorts.\n\n"Oh yeah? If you don't help me get this thing off, I'll wedge myself behind that," you say, pointing at one of the shelving units. "And go limp. No way you'll get me out from behind it before the cops get here. And since you were in such a hurry to make me leave instead of just calling them yourself, I bet they'd <i>love</i> the excuse to search this place in the process of retrieving me," you add, seeing him flinch faintly and some of his red scales turn pink. "Or you can get it off of me and I'll take the collar and leave, right now."\n\nHe flicks his head back and forth between you and the door... then curses and bends, yanking open the back of one of the counter doors and pulling out what looks like some sort of power tool. He rounds the counter and walks over to you, and for a moment you think he's just going to stab you or punch you and have done with it. Instead he grabs on the side of the collar and pulls it a bit further away from your neck, activating a glowing orange blade at the tip of the tool and swiping it quickly in two different places. It just manages to slide off your neck with the segment removed, scratching your skin as it does, before he shoves the pieces into your hands. "OUT!"\n\nYou nod and hurry back out of the door as quickly as you can, carrying the pieces of the collar. As you emerge from the shop, you can hear sirens in the distance and grimace... sounds like the shock at the audacity of your escape has worn off and they're actually in motion now. You limp down the street as quickly as you can, holding the collar low and hopefully out of sight.\n\nYou make your way down a few more streets, then glance worriedly over your shoulder at a rumbling and creaking from behind, then relax... the form factor may be different, but a garbage truck is pretty recognizable as a garbage truck no matter what. Especially since it's in the process of using articulated arms to drag a dumpster out of an alleyway and toss it into its back. Maybe it'll at least block the street to-\n\n... Wait.\n\nYou limp into the nearest alleyway, eyeing the dumpster, then eyeing the collar. ... Wonder how intricately they track the motions? ... Well, only one way to make it look good if so. You clamber up on top of the dumpster, then lean down and do your best to settle the collar in like you were actually climbing inside... ugh, trash gunk on your hands. You climb back down and shuffle off to the side, edging into a doorway and watching as the trash truck comes along a minute later and grabs the dumpster, hauling it up and dropping it in. ... No crusher is obvious, so hopefully it's believable that you actually hitched a ride in the garbage truck and they'll chase that for a while.\n\nNow for the really crazy part.\n\nOnce the garbage truck has set the dumpster back down, you limp back over to it, grimace down into the empty... but slimy... depths, and then clamber inside. Ugh... it feels and smells horrible, but at least it's not full. You edge over into the corner beneath the closed half of the lid and try to breathe shallowly, the last thing you want to do is puke... either for purposes of revealing yourself or just, y'know, making the smell and sensation worse.\n\nYou can hear the sirens going past, and then some footfalls of people walking around the alley, discussing in official tones, along with the squawk and click of radios (or whatever they use here). You almost pee yourself as you actually see someone in a uniform glance over the edge of the dumpster... but apparently it's perfunctory at best, and they quickly pull back, making a few quiet retching noises. Then the footsteps retreat, and you relax a little. Like you hoped, someone hiding in the same dumpster they'd just thrown their tracking collar in didn't seem worth seriously investigating.\n\nStill, you wait as long as you can, listening... no more movement, no more sirens. Only when the light outside has faded do you finally risk moving and peeking out. No sign of anyone. Cautious, you climb back out of the dumpster and limp back out to the street, peeking out again. No sign of police, and no one pouncing on you in ambush. Looks like they figured you've already vanished somewhere deeper into the city, maybe somewhere else along the garbage truck's route before they caught up to it.\n\n'So what now?' you think, leaning against the wall. The rest of the aches and pains of all the other bullshit you did in the course of your escape are really starting to catch up to you. Part of you just wants to curl up in a corner of the alleyway and sleep, and hope that when you wake up this was all just a nightmare and everything's back to normal. Or find somewhere else to sleep for the night and just conk out.\n\nMore pragmatically, you guess you ought to try and get off the planet? Or maybe come up with a disguise of some sort? You're not sure how you'd pay for either, but maybe you can figure that out when you get there.\n\n... Maybe you could go back to the pawn shop? Obviously that guy <i>does</i> have some sort of criminality going on if he was that desperate to get you out of there, maybe he has connections that could smuggle you out. Or at least he wouldn't call the cops on you. ... And you do kind of want to thank him, after all.\n\n<hr>\n[[Sleep right here.|GGSR]]\n\n[[Find somewhere else to sleep.|GGSR]]\n\n[[Look for passage offplanet.|GGSP1x1]]\n\n[[Look for a disguise.|GGSR]]\n\n[[Go back to the pawn shop.|GGSR4x5]]

Well. You don't have many other options, really. Maybe it's just the path of least resistance, but whatever. You can barely stand, so you've gotta pick something. You limp out of the alleyway and start going back the way you came, considerably slower now without the assistance of adrenaline and your injuries having had a few hours to settle in.\n\nAs you go, you notice that you're being given more quick looks, but also a much wider berth, by people on the street. ... Ah, yeah, you can't exactly smell great, though your own nose has gone a bit dead. An assumption proven as you push open the door and hobble into the pawn shop, and the pawnbroker first scowls at you, before his head yanks back slightly, gray scales going almost white.\n\n"My god, you stink!"\n\n"Yeah, sorry," you say with a sheepish smile, then rub your upper arm. "And, um, sorry about the thing earlier. I was pretty desperate. Thanks for your help."\n\nHe eyes you for a long moment, any expression that might be on his serpentine face fairly unreadable now. Then he sighs and beckons. "Come on. There are so many reasons I can't just leave you standing in my shop, so come upstairs and get cleaned up."\n\nYou hesitate, but only briefly, before limping over and following after him as he turns and heads through the door behind the counter, turning and going up some stairs. You did, after all, come here hoping for more help, you guess you shouldn't look it in the mouth when it's given.\n\nUp the stairs turns out to be a pretty decent apartment-type place, and he gestures at the door that leads to the bathroom, his tail flicking around a bit in agitation. "I'll get you something to wear," he adds as his tongue flicks out and then withdraws extra quickly, in what you're guessing is his equivalent of nostrils flaring.\n\nThe bathroom equipment is pretty easy to figure out, being only slightly more high-tech than the stuff back home... you're grateful for both the much more normal shower and the hot water easing your aches at least a little bit. You clamber out and find a towel to dry off, then press it to you as there's a knock at the door. You open the door just a little, cautiously, and the pawnbroker's tail pokes in, a large shirt dangling from it. You pull it on... huh, interesting smell, just a little musty but kind of warm and almost spicy. It does come down almost to your knees, so besides the collar hanging almost off your shoulder it covers everything at least. After a moment you step out.\n\nThe snakeman eyes you briefly, then grunts and gestures to the couch. "Have a seat, I'll fix your feet, if I can."\n\n"Oh." You blink, limping over and sitting down, then propping your feet up on the coffee table. "Thanks."\n\nHe mutters, then settles down to one knee and starts poking some glowing, beeping thing gently at the soles of your feet. You squirm a little, and idly tuck the shirt down a bit between your legs, though he doesn't seem to notice. ... Well, if he's enjoying the view of your feet, as it were, you figure he's maybe earned it. After a few moments he glances up. "So. 'Cyan', huh?"\n\n"Yeah," you say, blinking, then grimacing. "Did the cops tell you?"\n\n"No, but you were on the news. There was even some video. Pretty impressive... though a lot of people would say crazy," he adds with a snort. "Most people, probably."\n\n"Well that was the official ruling," you mutter. At his curious glance, you shrug. "I tried flinging out a bullshit defense in court. Instead of calling me on it, they took me at my word and declared me insane. That's why I was escaping, I figured if that was how things work, once I was in the asylum I might not come back out."\n\n"Heh. I've heard things, so you might be right," he mutters, continuing to poke at your feet, and then your ankles a bit with the device. "And I have heard that Humans are like that."\n\nYou blink, then your jaw drops. "You... you know other Humans?"\n\n"Not personally, but they're out there." He shrugs as he runs the device along one of your calves. "Might be you'd find them if you went looking."\n\nWhile you're thinking that over, he apparently finishes up and stands, walking over to put away the device. You wiggle your toes and flex your feet, sagging a bit in relief at the lack of pain. Then you look up as he comes back and sits down on the side of the coffee table.\n\n"My name's Tonix. And I'll be honest... I could use a crazy, brave, inventive human like you."\n\nYou raise your eyebrows. "'Use me' like... how?"\n\nFor just a moment his scaly lips curl up and his blue eyes glitter in a way that rather assures you that he certainly wouldn't <i>mind</i> "using you" like that, before he schools his features back to a more blandly genial expression. "I'm guessing by your little threat earlier you've gathered that my operations aren't 100% on the up-and-up. Well it's nothing too big, or too bad, I assure you... ... but at the same time my ability to expand is a bit, let's say, limited. If I had a clever, roaming assistant who could do things for me while I'm running the shop like, say... tracking down people who have skipped their loan payments, helping me test the bootleg merchandise, going to meet people I can't have in the shop..."\n\n"So being your lackey, basically," you say, but without any real rancor in your voice.\n\nTonix chuckles, the tip of his tail flicking about a bit. "Something like that, yes. I can't really expand my efforts as a solo operation. But anyone who could escape from a building-top airpad..." You consider it, and seeing that he might have you hooked, he adds, "I'll pay you a percentage of all our ventures together, as well as food, clothing, and a place to stay. And if at some point in the future, you want to take what you've earned and leave, we'll call it square."\n\n... Hrm. Well you don't exactly have a lot of other options here. Still, you're worried about sticking around this place, so relatively close to where you escaped from. Seems like not only staying on this planet but then getting involved with crime would really risk you getting recaptured, and hoo boy if they labeled you crazy for trying that gun defense no way they'd ever let you out of the grippy socks ward after you jumped off a building. But what else are you gonna do? You have no other obvious ways of making money or getting out of here. Tonix seems to be the closest thing you have to a friend now. ... If you could call him that.\n\n<hr>\n[[Accept his offer.|GGSR]]\n\n[[Refuse.|GGSR]]

Mentally giving yourself a shake, you pull your eyes back forward and to Jonny's face. They said things would be casual, and so far they've kept their part of the bargain. Grabbing someone's cock isn't casual. Setting down your current beer and deciding you've had enough, you try to keep your focus on the conversation.\n\nOddly, the longer it goes on, the less difficult it is. You just sort of... get used to sitting there naked with a bunch of equally naked attractive horsemen with hardons. You find yourself still noticing, even glancing appreciatively when one of them will shift in his seat and his cock will wobble around, but it's not as overwhelming as it was. You find you can enjoy the view without being overwhelmed by it, which is... nice.\n\nEventually, however, Donny glances at a wall clock. "Oop, guys, we better go. Especially if we wanna have time to get cleaned up and take care of these," he adds with a bemused grin, glancing down at his own lap. "Before we get back on duty. Don't wanna get a scolding from one of the managers."\n\n"Again," Ronny mutters, pushing to his feet and heading for the door, his balls hanging low and cock leading the way.\n\n"Thanks for hanging with us, Sam," Donny adds, leaning in and giving you a quick kiss on the cheek before standing and following his brother.\n\n"My pleasure," you answer cheerfully, enjoying the view of their round, firm asses as they walk away.\n\nJonny stands and walks over, and you gaze appreciatively at his cock since it's so close to eye-level, not bothering to hide it now... that last hour, everyone was both looking at and complimenting things fairly openly. He smiles down at you, resting his hands on his bare hips, unashamed of "pointing" at you. "Hey, Sam, listen. Tonight after the park closes, a bunch of us who work here and have, y'know... similar interests... are getting together."\n\n"Similar interests such as... sitting around naked looking at each other?" you prompt, giggling a little.\n\n"Well, and being casual about other things, too." He waggles where his eyebrows would be if he actually had any. "It's that sort of party, I guess I'm saying. If you want to come, ah, that is... well, if you want to come," he continues with a chuckle. "I'd really like you to be my guest."\n\nThen you could swear he actually blushes a little as he glances to the side, rubbing the back of his head. "Or... or you know, if a party's not really your speed, maybe we could do something just the two of us."\n\nHis cock pointing right at you doesn't faze you anymore, but that does make you blush a bit. Somehow going on a private date with him seems somehow more... intimate... than being his personal guest at what's apparently going to be at least a small orgy. What to say...?\n\n<hr>\n[[Tell him you'll attend the party.|DRJplaceholder]]\n\n[[Tell him you'll go on a date with him.|DRJplaceholder]]\n\n[[Tell him you'd rather just fuck right now.|DRJplaceholder]]\n\n[[Tell him you'll pass.|DRJ4x1]]

You open and close your mouth several times, then let your head slump, silently accepting the situation you've apparently gotten yourself into. Edwina gently puts an arm around your shoulders, guiding you to turn and follow her back to the door, where a uniformed guard (with grey skin and a very square head) is now waiting and beckons you both to follow him. "It's not exactly what we wanted, but this might work out for the best," Edwina says gently.\n\nYou can't help but laugh bitterly. "How is getting sent to the nut house for the best?"\n\n"Now now, it's not a 'nut house', it's a very reputable facility, I've visited clients there before. But you were looking at five years on a rehab colony before... this sentence has no mandatory length. Just keep your head down, cooperate with the doctors, and satisfy them that you're not actually violent or a threat to others. I would put an optimistic estimate that you could be discharged within three months."\n\nThat makes you perk up a little, looking over at her. "And then I can go home?"\n\n"Affording passage back to Earth might be a little trickier without the salary," she admits with a slight sigh. "But tomorrow I'll file a claim for disability... they'll find it hard to argue since the judges themselves decided to declare you to have a mental illness. Hopefully I can get a severance package attached to your medical discharge from the Rangers that will allow you to afford passage back to Earth. But in any event, I promise that I will not abandon you. The Allied Systems Government may have assigned me to you, but you are my client now, and I never turn my back on a client."\n\nYou manage a wan smile at her. "Thanks, Miz Echchizrak."\n\n"It's Ekchisarak, but thank you very much for trying." She pauses as the guard stops, then says, "Go with the bailiff now, Cyan. I'll probably see you in about a week for a check-in."\n\nYou nod, following the guard down a hallway that splits off at a right angle. Eventually he stops and presses a button next to a door, which slides open to reveal what looks like a decent-sized bathroom with open space in the middle. "Once the door has closed, please remove all garments and place them in the marked bin," he says formally, though not particularly unkindly. "Then step into the shower area, where cleansing liquid will dispense, please coat yourself thoroughly and then wait for the rinse and drying cycles. Step out of the shower and dress in the clothing next to the sink. An AI will be monitoring the room for any suspicious activities but you are otherwise not being watched. Once you're done, step up to the door and we'll go to the transport."\n\nNodding, you step into the room and let the door close behind you. You take a few moments to just feel very lost and alone and afraid, before a bit mechanically stripping out of the tanktop and pants... the collar, though you try tugging a few times, doesn't budge, so obviously that's not included in the request to disrobe. Naked, you step into the doorless shower stall and move to the center, waiting, then yelp as a rain of what you can only call slime dribbles down on you, plopping thickly into your hair and smearing over your skin. The texture is rather gross... a little liquid but also a wobbly sort of solid, and faintly warm as you unenthusiastically smear it across your bare breasts, leaving gooey green finger-trails on them as you rub it into your stomach and hips, bending down to do your legs and twitching a little as a glob of it manages to hit directly on your upturned bare pucker. Straightening up and holding your dripping fingers and hands out from yourself, you wait for the slime to stop... then sigh in relief as it's replaced by a steady stream of lukewarm water, enough that it's rather like a heavy rainfall. You rub and swipe at yourself to help it get the slime-soap off, the stuff briefly turning an even gooier level of slick before it finally starts rinsing off completely, leaving you almost literally squeaky-clean. You yelp and jump as, about two seconds after the water stops, jets of warmish air hit you from all around, ruffling your hair and blowing right on several sensitive spots, making you squirm.\n\nStill, once the airjets stop, you seem to be completely dry, without a trace of either slime or water left. You step out of the shower and look in the mirror over the sink, making a bit of a face as you realize that the stuff apparently washed the dye out of your hair. Your hair's mostly dry but still just vaguely damp enough that you manage to comb it down with your fingers and hands, before turning your attention to the pile of white cloth beside the sink. On top is a sports-style bra and simple panties, both of which you put on, before stepping into the plain, scrubs-style pants... the band stretches like elastic, despite looking solid, and fits against your waist once you've got it on. The top is almost more like a jacket, with squarish shoulders and rather tubelike long sleeves and a high collar, with a long flap that fastens across the front. Once you do it up, a panel reading 'Patient' in yellow and your picture below that appears on the left side of the chest. You pull on the pair of white slippers that are resting nearby on the counter, then take a few deep breaths before walking back to the door and waiting for it to slide open.\n\nThe bailiff leads you down a few more hallways, before the door in front of him at the end of one slides open. You actually see open sky and clouds... both of which are slightly the wrong shades of blue and white... as well as the tops of buildings. He shows you outside, along a wide path with a rail at the sides, since beyond that is the sides of the very, very tall building you just walked out of, the landing pad extending out from it. All around you are more skyscrapers, and wow you are really high up. No wonder they don't bother to cuff anyone or have more guards... besides the collar (which you have little doubt could shock you to the floor), someone would have to be suicidal or extremely, extremely desperate to try getting away up here.\n\nYup. Reeeeeeally desperate.\n\n<hr>\n[[Good thing you're not that desperate!|GGSR]]\n\n[[... Hup.|GGSR4x2]]

You know, you're really not entirely sure why you do it. Your lawyer made a perfectly good argument about how this might be a good thing. Maybe it's just that you've realized that you are absolutely <i>bound</i> to get yourself in worse trouble at the rate you've been going, and you don't want to go down that path at a mental health hospital for sure and certain. Nah, if you're gonna fuck up, you're going big or going to the morgue.\n\nOf course by the time you've actually thought that you're already launching yourself over the railing, with the guard letting out a blurted shout of more shock than anything else at finally realizing you've run. You hit the angled side of the top of the building and go sliding down it, reflexively rolling onto your back and spreading your legs to slow yourself down. Your heels thump against the slight ledge at the end of it and you're rocked forward, just almost flinging yourself against the edge, before you throw your arms backward as counterweight and thump yourself back into place.\n\nYou can hear the bailiff calling for backup above, but do your best to ignore him, instead craning your neck forward and muttering, "Okay, now what, genius?"\n\nThe side of the building is fairly straightforward heading down, no convenient cleaning assemblies. But... there are flying cars and what look a lot like flying eighteen-wheelers going by. Making a decision in an instant, you squirm out of your jacket and wrap the sleeves around your hands and arms. Looking up and giving the bailiff an almost apologetic glance and a little shrug as if to say 'Hey, crazy', you throw yourself forward and launch yourself off the edge of the building.\n\nYou fling your hands up, doing your best to catch as much air in the jacket as you can, which obviously isn't much but at this point you're mostly just doing whatever you can to soften the blow. Which is that you hit the top of one of those flying truck trailers after a several story drop. You'd already gotten ready to roll, but you're pretty sure you can feel several bones in your feet and toes crack (at least you hope they're only cracked). You do roll, and come painfully to your feet at the very edge of the trailer, having dropped the jacket and pinwheeling your arms trying to steady yourself again.\n\nYou do another quick look around at the available cars and surroundings, and spot a likely one that's about to go beneath you. Taking a deep breath and bracing yourself to hurt even more, you jump off and drop, hitting the roof of what looks a lot like a cab, at least to justify by the roof and side ornamentation. Except this time the top crumples under you and you actually crash into the back seat, the driver weaving wildly as he tries to deal with the impact.\n\n"Uhhhhh," you mutter, half in being stunned from the impact and half at the green-skinned driver with several types of tentacles ringing his face turning to stare over his shoulder at you. "... Leeloo Dallas mooltipahs?"\n\n"Wha?!"\n\n"Don't mind me, I'm nuts," you mutter distractedly, before spotting a red button sort of out-of-the-way above one of the back doors, with what sure does look like 'Emergency Stop' written above it. You jam your heel against it for maximum urgency, and you hear the driver yelp again as the cab apparently immediately starts descending and announcing 'Emergency stop, emergency stop'.\n\n"Oh come ON!" the driver blurts, glaring at you now. You shrug and give him an apologetic look, raising your hands in a 'what can I say?' gesture.\n\nThe cab sets down and the doors pop open in what looks like a less than reputable part of town... you wonder if it's programmed for that if the passenger hits the emergency stop, to prevent someone from fare-skipping by making them only use the button if it's a <i>real</i> emergency. Close enough for you. Shooting the cabbie another apologetic look you bail out, limping as you hurry down the street.\n\n'They haven't shocked me with this thing yet, so either it can't really, the shock function has a range, or they're not risking shocking me if I might be somewhere that being disabled would hurt me,' you think. (Good for them, you guess. Not gonna stop you.) But you'd bet anything it's got a pretty good tracking device in it, so you've gotta get it off, and fast.\n\nYou look around as you go along limping, most of the aliens you're passing giving you mildly curious looks but not much more. You've gotta find a way to get this collar off... some sort of establishment that's likely to have criminal connections? You're sure that's probably just a stereotype in most cases, but you're still in a mode of needing to take a longshot. You come to a stop and look around, thinking desperately on which place of the ones around might be able to help you (if you can offer them something in return, probably).\n\n<hr>\n[[Pawn shop.|GGSR4x3]]\n\n[[Sex shop.|GGSR]]\n\n[[Tattoo parlor.|GGSR]]\n\n[[Robot shop?|GGSR]]

Heheh, maybe if the two of them are doing something freaky, you can threaten to spread it around and get her in trouble to make Jasmine leave you alone. ... Wait, you're out in the sticks now, surely her being a lesbian is enough? Still, you have to see some details to claim your poor virgin eyes were scarred with and make the story believable, or it won't fly.\n\nYou carefully make your way down the hallway, your face heating as the lewd noises get even louder. Is that what lesbian sex sounds like? Not that you have a <i>lot</i> of experience with what sex sounds like in general, but still. Jasmine left her door open a good inch or so, meaning that as you get close enough it's easy enough to slip around and then lean forward, looking through the gap. Though your eyes widen at what you definitely didn't expect to see.\n\nJasmine is having sex with Mara alright... just definitely not the way you thought. Meaning that Mara's head and shoulders are against the bed, but her ass is in the air, Jasmine's hands on the back of her knees as she thrusts down into the other woman's ass... with a big, fat cock. It seems to be every bit as impressively-sized as her chest, with large, heavy balls that are slapping against Mara's skin with every hard, quick thrust downward. It definitely seems to be in Mara's ass too, and from the sounds of it the woman on the receiving end is loving every second of it.\n\n"Oh fuck oh shit yes baby yes I love your fucking cock yes!"\n\n"Yeaaaah you love this cock don't you, you little slut?" Jasmine coos affectionately, her huge tits visibly jiggling even from your behind view of her as she thrusts down into her friend's stretched rear hole.\n\nYou swallow hard, still staring, your brain trying hard to put things together. Your host is... well, she's got a dick. A really big, really thick dick that she uses on the neighbor woman. ... You guess that's definitely the sort of thing that you could spread around to get her in trouble.\n\n<hr>\n[[Plan your blackmail.|MeanFarm]]\n\n[[Retreat to your room.|MeanFarm]]\n\n[[... Keep watching...|MeanFarm3x5]]

You scoff loudly and theatrically. "Ain't nobody got time for that! Out of the way, sis, I'll handle this!" you declare, despite Jenna not being in the way at all as you step up to the door, forcing your claws into the small gap to try and get a grip.\n\n"Brit, no!" Jenna cries, but you're already flexing your powerful weretiger muscles, toned arms bulging as you actually manage to start edging it apart, slipping your fingers inside for a better grip.\n\nThen there's a sudden flash and you're tumbling end over end through more directions than you can really process. It feels like it lasts an hour and half a second before you thump against hard stone and lay there delirious for several seconds, trying to figure out if you're laying on the floor, pressed against a wall, or somehow adhered to the ceiling.\n\nEventually you get a grip in your mind and body enough to realize you are in fact on the floor, and push yourself to your feet... and discover in the process that your already skimpy outfit has disappeared, leaving your tits swaying and jiggling freely again. "Great," you grumble as you take a look around. You think you might be inside the ruins now... certainly you seem to be in some sort of room made of ancient stone. Or no, on second glance, it's that weird stone-ish metal like the archway of the door was made of. It makes the whole room look like a weird combination of an ancient temple from a cheesy mummy movie and a space station interior from an equally cheesy sci-fi movie. The whole area is lit by... you're not sure. There's enough illumination to see by for sure, even without your enhanced senses, but you can't really tell where it's coming from other than 'everywhere'. Each wall has a single open archway in the center, the very top of it marked with a chevron with a symbol.\n\n"Jennaaaaaa!" you call, cupping your hands around your mouth reflexively. Though your enhanced lungs put some impressive volume into the shout, all it does is disappear off down the four corridors with nothing like a reply. You swivel your ears, waiting... nope, silence. \n\nOkay, so... looks like you dun goofed. Prooobably should have listened to your sister when she shouted 'no!' all dramatic like that. Apparently you've triggered some sort of ancient... high-tech... magical... or whatever... booby trap that has not only bared your boobies but stuck you in some kind of maze to deal with you. Which... probably means there's even more booby traps out there.\n\nHm... okay. So. Your choices are to either try to find your way through this... maze, prison, whatever-it-is... and hopefully find your way out, or at least hook up with your sister again so you're not alone (and naked), or you guess you can just stay here and hope she comes and finds you. The latter is, you suppose, what you're actually supposed to do in survival situations when you're lost... in absence of any other threat forcing you to move, just stay where you are to make yourself easier to find. ... On the other hand you're pretty sure that's meant for, like, being lost in the woods, not really for being teleported deep into some weird ancient ruins that, to listen to your family talk about it, may or may not have been aliens. You don't exactly know what will happen to you if you just hunker down and wait it out, and you don't have any food or water on you.\n\nWell, if you're gonna go, you have to pick a doorway. One has a single straight line above it, another has three wobbly lines going in different directions entirely, the third has a... what'd they call it in college, a bifurcation diagram? anyway it's a single long line that then splits in two, and then splits into a bunch of curvy lines from those two, so you're not sure if that's what it actually is, and the last one has a square. \n\n<hr>\n[[The straight line doorway.|BritAstra]]\n\n[[The three wobbly lines doorway.|WBrit]]\n\n[[The branching lines doorway.|BritAstra]]\n\n[[The square doorway.|BritAstra]]\n\n[[Just stay put.|BritAstra]]

"Hnnnngffn!"\n\nYou wince as you sit up in the opened cryopod, wincing and rubbing at your neck. Geez, talk about sleeping at a bad angle, for... a brief check of the chronometer, 172 years. Shaking you head, you channel a soothing spell through your fingers, quickly rubbing away the pinched, painful feeling before swinging around and standing up. You pad naked across the floor, which has obviously been active long enough to warm up enough that you barely hop at the cold of the touch, making your bare tits bobble and sway heavily. You move to the viewing wall and lay a hand on the control console, thinking for the internal blast shield to retract.\n\nMost of the wall in front of you slides down, revealing another ten feet or so of room beneath an arc of foot-thick transparitanium, which still allows as clear a view as a few millimeters of glass. (Wow, remember glass?) Waiting a few more moments for the floor in there to catch up, you eventually pad over to settle onto one of the viewing couches, leaning back and draping your arms over the back of it and enjoying the view of Honolulu. After a moment you reach over and tap the end table. "Coffee, one shot french vanilla creamer one shot of mint flavor. And give me the weather report," you add as the mug materializes, settling back to sip your drink as you return to watching the view.\n\n"The weather in Honolulu today is ninety-eight degrees dedirian," a smooth female voice that somehow manages to be both sultry and professional at once answers. "Trending upward from ninety-six degrees the year before, ninety-four the year before that, and a ten-year average of ninety-one. Snow drifts are measured at three feet on the average. The waves are coming in at three feet or so today in areas where the ice has broken. This week's forecast includes a seventeen percent chance for semi-liquid precipitation."\n\n"Fucking ice ages," you grumble, letting yourself thump back against the couch and making your tits wobble again. "I never should've bought a hybrid."\n\n"Pardon, ma'am?"\n\n"Nothing, Mavis. So this counted enough to wake me up?"\n\n"Weather patterns are expected to reach 'normal' for a cold twentieth century winter within the next twenty years, correct. Feeling any aftereffects, ma'am?"\n\n"No, other than a slightly mismounted pillow pad this cryopod was perfect."\n\n"Very good, ma'am. Would you like me to begin contact procedures for any of your friends? Miss Tandy perhaps? Or shall I manifest and tend to your sexual needs?"\n\n"Set a reminder to see if we can call Tandy tomorrow, and we'll fuck here in a little bit. First run me off a list of my resources that are intact." You sip your coffee and then nibble banana pancake flavored nutricookies as Mavis starts reading off a long list of the contents of your various secured storehouses, including the one beneath your current little getaway, watching the snow fall out across the ocean. Then you blink and glance up. "Wait, go back, the server thing."\n\n"One apocalypse-proof maintenance adaptor shell containing an early twenty-first century internet server. Server's data contents, simulated environment known as a 'massive multiplayer online game', containing excess of 1,000,000 basic AIs, 50,000 pseudosentiences, and 154 human souls. Total uptime, 864 years."\n\nYou let out a bark of laughter. "Holy shit! That old thing's still running?! I'd forgotten about it for... shit, probably at least 500 years. It's still connected to the system?" At Mavis's affirmative, you stand. "Fuck, everything else can wait for a little while, I'm taking a nostalgia trip."\n\nMinutes later you're strolling through a plasticy world of stylized blades of grass and die-cast dirt paths, almost laughing yourself sick when your 'Wow' appears above your head in a text bubble. People used to communicate in text! Holy crap, that's right! Shaking your head with glee, you continue on. Of course the server's literally deserted by MMO standards of the day... nothing but automated animals and monsters going about their preprogrammed paths, and NPCs wandering around not noticing you unless you try to interact with them. You look around at a small town as you arrive, a few buildings and some vendor stalls. Actually, one of those buildings looks familiar. Didn't you...?\n\nOnce you walk in and see the array of pretty, scantily-clad girls in the lobby, it all comes rushing back. "Holy crap, this was it!" you almost breathe, memories flooding back. "This was where I got my start! My very first trap, my very first witch victims, this is it! This is the start of my power, this is where I began!" Your eyes widen a bit and your smile grows as a brown-skinned elf, wearing sparkly silver stockings, fingerless glove-sleeves, and a corset-style band around her middle, steps forward and bows with her hands clasped together.\n\n"Hello, miss!" she chirps as she straightens up. "How may I pleasure you today?"\n\n"It's you! Chocola!" you gush. "You were my very first! The very first person I ever snared and put in one of my traps to draw power from!"\n\nIn reply, she bows forward, her hands clasped together. "Hello miss!" she chirps as she straightens up. "How may I pleasure you today?"\n\n"Hm?" You blink, then grow curious, drawing up the program's interface and checking Chocola's 'bank'. "... Hunh. Over 2000 gold. Looks like you saved up enough to have transferred to your cheat character a long time ago. ... Guess it still wasn't quite fast enough, huh?" you note dryly.\n\nShe bows forward, her hands clasped together. "Hello miss!" she chirps as she straightens up. "How may I pleasure you today?"\n\nChuckling ruefully, you pull your avatar's loincloth aside. "You can start by sucking my balls for awhile, Chocola."\n\n"Thank you very much, miss!" she chirps, stepping forward and sinking smoothly to her knees. "It's an honor to pleasure you!" she notes before leaning forward and placing her mouth on your smooth sack, starting to use almost 900 years of practice at tonguing balls.\n\nMoaning lowly, you rest a hand on her mindless head, stroking her hair a bit. Nostalgia's certainly a mixed bag, isn't it?\n\n<b>Vidya Witch</b> end - <i>How may I pleasure you today?</i>

You laugh as you start spilling your load all over her face, watching thick splatters of white smear across the shiny brown. "Too bad, none of that in my inventory," you coo, making sure to aim several shots to give her a decent-sized mouthful, watching her swallow it almost reflexively before she whimpers at realizing what she just did. "I guess I'll see you in 730 years!" you chirp as you flip your loincloth back into place and head for the door.\n\n"W-wait!" she blurts, sitting up some and reaching a hand out towards you.\n\n"Hey, if you work real hard, get up to 300 loads or so a day, you might earn enough to switch over in only 475 years or so!" you add, waving a bit over her shoulder. "You'll get a popup telling you when you've got enough gold to unlock your character, no worries! In the meantime, I'll see about finding you some coworkers! Oh, hello sir," you add cheerfully to the demon male stepping past you into the room.\n\n"Hey there. I like to get right down to business, so if you'd bend over the bed and spread your asscheeks?" the demon orders with conversational politeness as he undoes the front of his leather pants, a pair of long, red cocks spilling free.\n\nYou hear the elf girl's cry of protest turning into a yowl of pleasure as you trot down the steps, grinning and shaking your head as you step outside of the building. You settle in, just character-watching Kinshire for awhile, watching the flow of players and timed NPCs... including a slow but steady stream of them into the brothel. Which eventually starts including player characters, most of whom briefly after start messaging things like 'Haha hey guys holy shit guess what you can do in Kinshire for 1c!!!!'\n\nThen you glance down the road as a pale pink elf female in chargen gear comes running up the path. She turns back and forth, then makes a beeline for the mailbox. Once she's standing next to it, her clothes suddenly disappear, leaving her in the default brown panties and band-bra.\n\nSmirking, you push off the wall and saunter towards her as she starts to dance.\n\n<hr>\n[[Game Over.|GGVW1x1EndB]]

Stepping forward, you begin running your hands over Erron's flexing and pumping flanks, feeling the muscle twitch under your palms at your initial touch. "You're so fucking beautiful," you coo, even leaning forward to rub your cheek against him.\n\n"Mmmmf," the unicorn grunts amidst his snorts and huffs, that lovely human voice amidst the animal sounds of pleasure definitely adding a little to your own turned-on state.\n\n"You look amazing fucking her, you're making me so damn wet," you continue to croon as you keep moving around behind him, stroking your hands over his glorious glowing white hide. "You're fucking her so hard and so good, listen to her, she loves it, she can't help but love it," you continue, reaching out to rub at the area just behind his balls as they sway and wobble with his thrusts.\n\n"Nnnnnh, ha, yes, she does love it," Erron groans out, thrusting forward and almost grinding himself against Lauriel... then groaning again as you lean forward and rub your face against his balls, kissing them and sliding your hand down to rub and stroke them, feeling them twitch against your fingers.\n\n"I kinda wish it was me in there, getting fucked by a big, beautiful unicorn," you murmur, knowing full well he can hear you, especially since his balls twitch again at you saying it. As he begins thrusting again, his equine body working back and forth in short, shallow pumps now, you let his balls smack against your face a few times before drawing back with a giggle. "But I like my view too. Mmm, your balls are so pretty, and they even smell good, Erron, like... mmm, like... cinnamon vanilla cookies!" \n\nYou straighten up some, really letting yourself go as you eye his perfect equine rump, and the snowy white pucker just below his raised, glimmering tail. You lean forward, hearing him give a soft, almost warning snort as your warm breath brushes against his skin there, but then a much more humanlike groan as you murmur, "Even this is really pretty... and smells good," right before placing your mouth on it in a soft kiss that turns into a suckle at the powerful pucker's edge.\n\n"Ah, Layla!" Erron whinnies, fucking the squealing elf beneath him with even more frantic thrusts as you begin kissing and licking his thick equine asshole, your tongue washing over it with all the love and worship of a small girl and all the lewdness and desire of a wicked woman. You're not exactly surprised when, a few moments later, he gives another loud whinny and thrusts forward, burying himself inside Lauriel as he empties his balls into her. You step back some, watching as Lauriel's belly bloats, keeping your eyes on it as you move around, watching it get heavier and more full until it's wobbling underneath her like a water balloon. You grin as you round to the front of the pillory to see her face, eyes almost completely rolled up in her head, mouth open and tongue lolled out limply, ears twitching in aftershock orgasms. Then you turn your gaze upwards, reaching up with both hands to gently draw down Erron's head and kiss his white velvet nose.\n\n"Great job, beautiful," you murmur, adding another kiss to go with it.\n\n"Mmm, it does feel like a job well done, yes." Erron slowly backs up, his half-limp cock gradually sliding out of Lauriel's stretched tight pussy until it drops free, dangling at an angle as cum gushes out of the shuddering, twitching elf's gaping cunt. Erron drops to all fours, cock slowly withdrawing into his sheath as he moves around next to the pillory, a faint rainbow glow surrounding his horn as the locks of the pillory open. "I suppose I'll be taking her back to my pasture now."\n\n"What do you think you'll do with her?" you ask curiously, glancing at your former owner, who's obviously barely conscious... and probably still cumming a bit.\n\n"Oh, I'll figure something out. Perhaps I'll turn her into a particularly useful variety of tree," he says with a chuckle.\n\n"One you can harvest for its useful things and treat like farmstock?" you ask with a grin. \n\n"Precisely. And here, darling." You blink as something lifts into the air and floats over to you, bringing your hands up to catch the unicorn figurine as it drops. You doubt it can be seen, but you feel your cheeks heat as he leans in to nuzzle at your face. "Don't be a stranger, Layla. And watch your eyes," he warns, giving you time to close them before he and Lauriel disappear in another rainbow flash.\n\n"... Heh. I guess friendship <i>is</i> magic," you murmur to yourself, tapping the opal unicorn on the nose.\n\n<hr>\n[[Continue.|MeanDrow7x5]]

"Cool, I wonder if they put anything good in 'em while they were at it?" you wonder aloud, making your way around to your own locker and bending to open it up, a half second behind Veronka doing the same with hers.\n\nYour head snaps to the side at a flicker of motion, just in time to catch Veronka's yelp and her wide-eyed expression of surprise as she's abruptly yanked into her footlocker, the lid clapping closed. A huff of warm air washing over you makes you turn your head back towards your own locker, and at the sight of the pulsating red insides lining the inner walls and the jagged fangs ringing the edges of the lid. Before your brain can really process what you're seeing, something that looks like nothing so much as a long, broad tongue whips out, wrapping around your upper body and pinning your arms to your sides before yanking you inside, your own yelp of shock and protest suddenly muffled in the darkness you find yourself in.\n\nThe inside of the Fiend isn't actually any bigger than your lockbox was, its tight quarters with the lid closed forcing you into a balled-up position, your bent legs practically against your chest. "Let go! Let me go, you fucker!" You try to thrash and squirm, stomping with your feet as if that might make it let you go, but besides seeming powerful on its own, your position means you can't put any real strength into the movements. "Help! Someone! Anyone! I'm in here!" you scream at the top of your voice, but from the way you seem muffled even to yourself, you doubt so much as a murmur got through this thing's shell.\n\nYou feel something wet and slightly gooey, like particularly thick saliva, starting to drip on you from above and soak your clothing from below. Wherever it touches cloth, that begins to dissolve, and wherever it touches your bare skin you feel a flush of heat, a rush of sensitivity that has you writhing in the clutches of the thing's pulsing, squeezing, slithering tongue. Your own muffled moans begin to surround you as your clothes dissolve, leaving you naked and slick in the darkness as you writhe. "What... are you doing... to me... stop it... lemmego... lemme... anh... f-fuck, lemme go...!"\n\nYour protests gradually grow more incoherent, becoming nothing but cries of mingled terror and pleasure as you writhe in the disguised Fiend's insides. Your cries only grow as tendrils and pseudopods extend from its walls, stroking over your skin, teasing at you and making sure to spread a thick layer of that gooey aphrodisiac saliva across every part of you. You can feel short, blunt tentacles pushing into your pussy and ass, barely deep enough to do more than tease you, but the effect of the slime on you there is intense and you buck and writhe more urgently, steadily losing more and more of your ability to think or your hope to be rescued, all of it starting to get washed away in the intensity of your continued orgasms.\n\nThe mimic Fiend's tongue continues to squeeze around you, sliding up and down your body and over your tits, stimulating you, squishing you, your body yielding a little more every time it squeezes. You slowly lose the energy to keep bucking and writhing, settling into the creature's clutches, your cries turning into soft, tired grunts and gasps and low, half-mindless moans. You feel so hot and slick and steadily more relaxed all over, like you're melting... actually, you're pretty sure you are melting. You quiver like a human-shaped jello mold as you feel yourself sinking deeper into the Fiend's insides, becoming nothing more than a shaking, constantly orgasming mass of material to provide the beast with energy to pounce on its next lured-in victim.\n\n<hr>\n[[Game Over.|GGSR6bxEnd]]

You quickly lean in and press your lips to your mother's, her protest cutting off in a muffled "Mmf!" as you press your tongue into her mouth. You shift your hands to entwine your fingers with hers, feeling her almost instinctively clasp hands with you and give you a squeeze, arms trembling as she tries to resist the wicked impulses of what's happening. But you can hear the increased wetness of Bran's lapping at her pussy now, her obvious arousal as his tongue works over and between the puffy lips of her pussy, and feel her body's shifting and twisting taking on a slower, more sensual manner. Bit by bit the struggles of her arms almost cease, and hesitantly her tongue starts to meet yours, returning the kiss and gradually starting to moan less reservedly into your mouth.\n\nYou continue to kiss her for some time, your hands squeezing hers, until you free them so that you can start unbuttoning her blouse and pushing it open. As you haul one cup of her bra down to free her large breast, you break the kiss but keep your lips close to hers as you murmur, "Bran's tongue feels really good, doesn't it?"\n\n"It... mmm, fuck," she groans, her hips bucking as the dog's lapping manages to flick over her pucker. "Y-you've... you've been...?" she tries to stammer out, only to moan again as you duck your head and suck her nipple into your mouth, rolling your tongue around the puffy areola as you look up at her. She shivers again as you pull down the other cup of her bra to free that breast as well, your fingertips stroking and teasing the other stiff nipple. "You're... you're such a naughty girl," she whimpers, though it sounds somewhere half between a chastisement and a compliment at this point.\n\n"Mm-hmmm," you practically purr around her nipple, pulling back and giving it a visible lick. "Being a naughty girl is veeery good for stress, y'know," you assure her, grinning up at her as you pull back some to squeeze and knead both of her breasts with your hands, your eyes twinkling at how lewd her resulting moans sound. "Whattya say Mom? Wanna be a naughty girl with me?"\n\nShe still looks a little uncertain as she meets your gaze, then looks down at where Bran is still dutifully, eagerly lapping away at her now obviously needy pussy. You can see the moment that her eyes wander to his now fully unsheathed and glistening red cock, a mixture of shock and both slight disgust and heavy lust passing through them. But a slight pinch to her nipples is all it seems to take for her to make up her mind, and she lets out a louder, even lustier moan before hissing, "Yes."\n\nYou lean in, kissing across the front of her throat, feeling her slight trembling as you nuzzle along the side of her neck, flicking your tongue just under her ear. "Wanna get a good, hard fucking from a good boy?" you coo right in her ear.\n\nShe lets out a low, slightly humiliated moan, but even more quickly answers, "<i>Yes</i>!"\n\nGiggling happily, you snag her by the arms and pull her forward, urging her off the couch, kissing her again as you quickly free her of her blouse and bra... before urging her onto all fours. Your mother is panting now, obviously feeling like she needs to call this off, a mingling of nervousness and that depraved lust in her eyes as she glances over her shoulder at Bran as he wags his tail, obviously knowing what's coming, but not having expected to get to mate with the alpha bitch of the house. But at your call of "Up, boy!" he eagerly leaps forward, his motions practiced as he hops up and into place on your mother's back, making her gasp as his forelegs wrap around her middle. You stroke his neck a few times as his hips give a few thrusts, calming him, and he takes the hint to stay still. You take a few moments to strip out of your own clothes, your mother watching you get naked with that same mingling of disquiet and arousal, and then kneel down beside her once you're nude, reaching between her and the animal now on her back. You give Bran's long red spear of a cock a few gentle, loving strokes, before guiding it up to rub the pointed tip up and down between your mother's pussylips a few times, making her shiver again. Then you settle it into place and give Bran a gentle nudge on the hindquarters.\n\nYour mother gives a loud gasp as the dog's cock thrusts deep into her on the first time, and then he almost immediately begins fucking her nice and fast, your poor sweet boy obviously quite worked up and eager from the extended foreplay since you usually like to give him more <i>direct</i> attention. But she's soon moaning loudly and lustfully, letting out a near-whimper of an "Ohhhh Goooooood," as he fucks her, her voice rising and falling quickly in time with his thrusts and feeling the swelling of his knot thump against her puffy pussylips. You take a moment to just settle back and watch her, watch Bran pounding into her and making her tits wobble beneath her, watch her reluctance and shame gradually disappearing off her face to be replaced by shameless pleasure. You tuck a hand between your legs to stroke your fingers over your own dripping pussy as you get your first glimpse of what it looks like for someone else to be on the receiving end of a dogfucking... part of you thinks you should be jealous, watching your "husband" fucking someone else, but if anything it's just more of a thrill, watching him make her eyes roll and her body shudder in obvious little pre-orgasms.\n\nIt's not long, however, before you slide yourself around in front of your mother and settle back, spreading your legs and using one hand to urge her head down between them. There's only the very briefest of hesitations as she looks up at you, cyan eyes locking with yours, before she starts working her tongue over your pussy, with almost as much enthusiasm as Bran showed for licking hers. You do nothing to hold back your own moans or the pleasure on your face, letting her see it as she looks up at you while eating you out, Bran's fucking jolting her forward and pressing her upper lips against your lower ones in a constant series of brief half-intentional kisses as she works her tongue over and inside you. Biting your lower lip to show your eagerness, you let your fingers tangle in her hair, murmuring sweetly, "His cock feels so good, doesn't it? He fucks so hard and fast but it feels so sweet and loving, huh? Isn't he the best, Mom?"\n\n"Mmmn, mmmmaahnn," she moans against your pussy, which you decide to interpret as 'he fucks so much better than your father'.\n\n"Know what's gonna happen soon?" you continue, seeing the slight change in Bran's thrusts that you've usually only felt from underneath him. "Bran's gonna knot you," you continue, feeling her moan against your pussy at the words. Your voice becoming breathier and your tone more urgent, you start working your hips, grinding your pussy against her mouth. "He's gonna knot you, and it's going to feel so good and you're going to cum so hard, you're going to be completely addicted to dog cock just... like... me... Mom."\n\nAnd in the second before Bran does just that, you can see the intense desire, want, <i>need</i> to become exactly that hit her. And then Bran thrusts forward hard and gives an extra little push, with you imagining you can almost hear the sound of him popping inside of her as her eyes roll up and her whole body shudders, her ass bucking up and pressing against his belly. You throw back your own head and give a full-throated groan of release as you press your pussy harder against her shuddering, quivering tongue, your fingers clenching in your mother's hair as she becomes a proper bitch for the first time.\n\nYou're disappointed but not terribly surprised that when the rush of your orgasm has finished and you look down that your mother has slumped against your crotch, apparently passed out from the intensity of her orgasm, possibly also from being overwhelmed by the naughtiness of Bran turning around ass-to-ass with her for the full bitch experience while you weren't looking. She was pretty drunk and had seemed tired for days, she clearly at least suspected this news was coming before it ever got here. Well... hopefully you've gotten her mind on other, better things, you think as you stroke Bran's back and rub his head and ears, cooing to him what a good boy he is as you wait for his knot to deflate. Eventually you get to actually watch firsthand as his cock slides out, leaving her pussy gaping open around a slight rush of canine cum. You can't exactly carry her to bed, so once you've given Bran a few more smooches and had him sit, you at least get her in a more comfortable position, rolling her onto her back and tucking a pillow over her head, using a cloth to clean some of the sweat and other, more fun fluids off before draping a blanket over her. You consider having some fun with Bran yourself, since you know he's far from a one and done, but you now feel rather tired yourself, the pause to take care of your mom having let the rush of your bold venture wear off some, so instead you take a shower and, after a brief consideration, decide to crash naked on the couch, Bran curling up on the floor between the two of you.\n\nYou awaken to the feeling of someone kissing you, and of two fingers gently, slowly pumping in and out of your pussy. You moan yourself fully awake, shivering as your mother moves down to suckle one of your nipples instead, murmuring a "Good morning, dear" between switching to the other one. So safe to say that she's not eaten up with regret by last night, you think as she brings you to your first orgasm of the day.\n\nThough it's tempting to leap right into more debauchery, both of you have quite empty stomachs, so you simply return the favor once, the two of you kissing while laying on the couch while you get her off with your fingers, you head to the kitchen, Bran following along with tail wagging, clearly hoping for more than table scraps.\n\n"So obviously you've been up to quite some naughty things since you got Bran, hmmm?" your mother prompts dryly as the two of you eat, reaching down to stroke the dog's head a few times.\n\n"Yeaaah it's a long, lewd story," you admit with a grin. "Which I'm betting you'd love to hear now."\n\n"I certainly would. It was so... freeing... to let go and completely, totally indulge myself in the forbidden," she says with a delighted sigh. "It's almost like a switch has been flipped... I doubt I could ever go back to a normal relationship now even if I weren't, well... let's say <i>utterly enchanted</i> by what we did last night."\n\n"Yeah, I kinda get what you mean," you agree, nodding. "I mean, there's always been a thrill to that, but taking it to another level, plus having someone to share it with... it's like, before I was kind of thinking that maybe someday I'd have to learn to be 'normal' again, but now I don't know that I could."\n\n"Which brings up an interesting dilemma, I suppose." Your mother makes a face. "I was already, well... considering all my options before, since I wasn't particularly eager to uproot and move to the other side of the planet. Frankly now, there's no way in Hell I'd do it, especially considering that we'd have to leave this darling good boy," she adds, glancing down and using a syrupy voice as she ruffles his ears, his tail thumping delightedly in response. "Behind. All the other issues aside."\n\n"Yeah, hard to keep a secret like this when you're packed in pretty tight," you note with a shake of the head. "So... what, it's over?"\n\n"Hm. Well that's the thing I'm trying to consider." Your mother cups her chin thoughtfully. "Now yes, I could go ahead and make a clean break from your father... that would allow us to continue, well, all sorts of things together. Alternatively, I'm fairly certain I could essentially swing it so that we'll remain married, but only occasionally visiting each other, effectively a long-distance marriage. Of course, that means we'd have to keep up a sort of 'cover story' so that no one in town who knows him could tattle. We'd still have to keep things to ourselves and be more guarded about our secrets than we otherwise might, but it would be the least upheaval on the rest of our lives as well. I'm not going to make a decision right away, but I am curious as to your thoughts on it...?"\n\n<hr>\n[[Keep up appearances.|GGDog]]\n\n[[Clean break.|GGDog18x3]]

"I mean... honestly... I think it's better to make a clean break," you say after thinking about it for a bit, with a pause to get up and let Bran out into the back yard. "I mean, obviously we're going to have plenty to keep to ourselves as it is, and a lot to hide, it just seems... way too much for you to also have to keep up the facade of the dutiful wife too."\n\n"Mm... we wouldn't <i>necessarily</i> have to hide, if we moved," she murmurs, reaching up to cup her chin.\n\nYou let out a snort. "C'mon, Mom, I mean where could we possibly move that people wouldn't lose their minds if they found out that not only are we fucking the dog, we're fucking each other?"\n\n"Watch your mouth," your mother huffs on instinct, before grinning ruefully and tilting her head at your amused look. "But... I also might have an answer for you. I'd need to do some research," she adds as she stands up, rather than answering the surprise on your face. "And make some inquiries. I... also need some time to turn things over in my head and really come to grips with things, though obviously I'm enjoying this new direction either way." She grins and leans down, giving you a brief but somewhat lingering kiss on the lips. "And, well... I need to think about what I'll say to your father."\n\n"Yeah," you allow quietly, nodding.\n\n"So I'll be back this evening, and we'll talk about our options then, okay dear?"\n\nYou guess you need some time to think too, you muse as you get your own shower. You sort of speedran turning your mom into a pervert equal in scale to you, but that seems to have resulted in her moving right to acceptance of it and even enthusiasm. '... Research and inquiries,' you think as you dry off, pulling on a T-shirt. 'Wonder into what?'\n\nYou let Bran back in and spend awhile playing with him in more normal manners, your mind distracted and, for the moment, most of your lusts sated... waking up like you did is a high you're still riding. After a morning-into-afternoon playing games with Bran mostly lounging by your chair in your room, you haul on some jeans and shoes and take him for his walk around the neighborhood. Of course, once you get back, you do have to reward him for how good he's been all morning (and last night), so almost the moment you're in the door you're yanking off your jeans and panties and tossing them aside, and settling onto all fours. You barely even have time to wiggle your ass invitingly before Bran's leaping up on you... he knows by now that after his walk is when you usually find some time to do a bit of a quickie, and is apparently undeterred by you having it in the middle of the living room rather than going to your room or the bathroom. Of course, it's even better for you, fucking your dog right in the middle of the house and not having to care about how loud you moan and squeal and gasp as he pumps his thick puppy prick into your sodden pussy.\n\nUsually for your afternoon quickie you try to avoid letting him knot you, but this time as his thrusts pick up you start pushing back all the more, and actually feel his knot pop inside of you once before slipping out, meaning you're already cumming before he jams it in and swells, locking with you properly as his cock starts gushing cum. Orgasms on top of orgasms are enough to leave you slumping to lay your cheek on the carpet, shuddering and panting, your eyes rolled up. You decide to stay like that even as the rush gradually starts to fade, wiggling happily as Bran leans down to give your cheek and hair affectionate doggy kisses.\n\nSince you'd turned to face the door when getting down on all fours, you get both an excited-scared and aroused rush when it opens and your mother strolls in, your brain having a moment of flustered panic before it recalls the entire reason you were willing to do this. Your mother pauses in the entryway, apparently briefly having the same reaction to seeing you tied with Bran in the middle of the living room, before her expression turns amused as she closes the door. "You might at least lock the door, dear. Hm, he turned around last night when it was me..." she adds, setting down the bag she's carrying on a chair as she walks over.\n\n"H-he usually doesn't... or maybe it's just for special occasions," you say sheepishly, pushing yourself onto your hands and turning your head, opening your mouth so Bran's next kisses can get inside it. Then you give a loud squeak as he decides to get off of you, his slightly deflated knot popping out of you with a rush. You're still enjoying the freedom of reveling in the sensation when your mother kneels down and presses her lips to yours, the two of you kissing for long moments, one of her hands sliding down to swirl her fingers in your canine cum-lubed cunt.\n\n"While I'd like to take my turn immediately, we <i>do</i> have things to discuss," your mother notes with a smile as she gets up.\n\n"Yeah? ... One sec, I'mma get a towel," you add, scurrying briefly into the kitchen. You return, settling onto the couch with a towel pressed between your legs, Bran settling with his chin on your knee happily.\n\n"So I've been thinking, and as said doing some asking around," your mother says, settling beside you and rubbing your other thigh. "Obviously if we stay here, we'd have to keep what we do under wraps, just less so if I break up with your father. I could indulge in other interests without worrying about people tattling... or, at least, the tattling having any weight."\n\nYou grin. "What, like dating?"\n\n"I was thinking that, yes. As long as you're not jealous?" your mother adds in a teasing voice, obviously knowing at this point you're more likely to be encouraging than jealous.\n\n"As long as you share the really hot ones."\n\n"... Hm!" That seems to spark some interest in her, but she quickly clears her throat. "The other option, obviously, is to move, and while you had a point about anywhere else we'd move having much the same strictures, after my research I can confirm that's not <i>quite</i> true."\n\n"What, so you're saying there <i>is</i> a town where they'd accept a pair of incestuous dogfuckers?" you say wryly, shrugging a little as she reflexively shoots you the 'language' look.\n\n"Yes, in fact." Now she looks smug as you blink in shock. "I'd heard murmurs at conventions of a place that was truly and utterly permissive before, but I assumed it was an urban legend... artists like to spin tales, after all, and more than a few enjoy their martyr complexes, so I always thought that the talk of a place where you could make <i>whatever</i> art you wanted without fear was just fantasy. But after a bit more talking, it seems like Alphavale is real."\n\n"Alphavale," you echo thoughtfully.\n\n"Apparently it's less of a town and more of a micronation, on the coast... established by a handful of insanely wealthy individuals who paid off politicians and news organizations to make their dream of a secret community where 'anything goes' a reality. Apparently we... wouldn't be all that unusual there," she adds with a shrug. "Their very few laws mostly have to do with consent and not blabbing the existence of Alphavale all over the internet or news channels."\n\n"So, what... we could do what we did last night in the <i>front yard</i> if we moved there?"\n\n"Essentially. It would certainly take a lot of the worry about the law or other people sticking their nose in our business. But obviously it would mean moving and all that comes with that... you having to change schools, and leave all your friends, and you wouldn't exactly be able to keep them entirely in the know on where you moved to or what you were doing there, so you'd likely lose touch."\n\nWhile you're turning that over in your head, she adds, "The upside is that although there is a sort of 'citizenship fee' that you pay, after having discovered the place and having gone through a background check, housing is apparently dirt cheap... the people running things like adding more, well, deviants to their town. We could very easily afford a house like this one, or possibly even nicer... certainly something with a nice big back yard for our good boy to play in when he's not playing with us," your mother notes, grinning as she reaches over to scruffle Bran again, his tail thumping on the floor. "I'm fairly certain I could find a job there quite easily, art is apparently quite in demand since it's not just people too wealthy to criticize who can display 'shocking' pieces, so it's mostly about what you want, dear. I think things would be hardest on you either way, so if you'd rather stay and live our best life in a bit of secrecy, or move and be completely free to live to the fullest, I'll let you decide."\n\nWell, can't say she isn't giving you plenty of say in the matter. You think it over, since at the very least you have post-squirt clarity. Obviously for someone halfway through high school, moving is a big deal... you have a ton of friends you'd almost have to cut ties with, and any new ones you made would obviously be, uh... different. Plus you have to admit, the lack of risk or danger does make the lewd stuff a bit less thrilling... hard to deny how much your pussy spasmed when the front door opened before. On the other hand, uh, yeah, if you got a little too open and people found out about the two of you (and Bran) then it could be a bit more than a scandal. Your mom could be arrested... heck, depending on when it came out, <i>you</i> could get arrested. Hm... you'll have to think about it, but just on first blush you're leaning towards...\n\n<hr>\n[[... moving.|GGDog]]\n\n[[... staying.|GGDog]]

"Mom, I think I know something that will make you feel better," you say after a few moments' consideration, smiling a bit at her.\n\nShe gives you a bleary, slightly annoyed look, clearly not exactly amused by you smiling at the current situation. She also flinches slightly when you give a whistle, and lets out a sigh as Bran comes trotting in closer to her obediently. "I know that playing with him does usually make me feel a bit better, Cyan, but I'm really not in the mood for it right now."\n\n"Iiiii think playing with him is juuuust what you need right now," you assure her as Bran sits down nearby, wagging his tail. Then, moving with quick, authoritative motions, you step forward and start undoing her pants. \n\nFor a moment, she seems simply too confused about what's happening to stop you, and then her resulting shock carries her through your first few tugs on her pants and panties. Then she gives a bit of a shocked yelp and jumps in place... which is the perfect opportunity for you to yank the pants down and off, her renewed shock at suddenly having her pants yanked off giving you time to get them off her legs completely. "Cyan! What in the world are you-?!"\n\n"Bran, here boy," you coo as you push your mother's thighs apart, your obedient pet quickly getting the message and hopping up, pushing his head in between her legs and starting to lap at her bared pussy. You know by experience that he's either a natural at this or someone already gave him some, ahem, training by the time you got him, since that big, wide, eager tongue just seems to seek out all the best spots while simultaneously covering all the second-best spots.\n\n"Ah!" Your mother throws back her head and visibly shivers all over, near-instantly letting out a loud and very pleasured moan, her hips arching slightly towards Bran's muzzle in instinct. Then she flushes, obviously trying to get control of herself as she reaches towards his head to push him away. "Th-this is...! I can't...-!"\n\nWithout really thinking about it, you snag her wrists to at least forestall her.\n\n<hr>\n[[Convince her to try it.|GGDog]]\n\n[[Kiss her.|GGDog18x2]]

You don't need a computer to aim and shoot for you, you know how to do this! All you have to do is-\n\n<hr>\n[[Make sure the end of the gun is pointed properly at the Radroach, it's a nice big target.|GGFO]]\n\n[[Make sure your stance is proper and your grip is really steady.|GGFO]]\n\n[[Focus your eyes on the front sight of the gun.|GGFO]]\n\n[[Rate of fire.|GGFO]]

Something tugs at your memory, and you turn around to look the pod and its attached systems up and down. Then, giving a soft 'oh', you reach out to pluck the Vault-Tec VIP Access card out of the slot on the cryopod. Looking your Pip-Boy over, you notice a similar slot on the back of it, and slide the card into there instead. It slides in far enough to sit flush, a small button popping up above the slot.\n\n"VIP mode activated," the upbeat voice says, although now it comes from the closed device on your wrist. "VIP access granted. VIP quests unlocked. Initiating VIP Quest 1-001 automatically. ... VIP is already within twenty feet of nearest VIP cache, unlocking."\n\nYou blink at that, but then hear the distinct <i>click</i> of something popping open and turn to the heavy-duty lockers along one wall, one of which has visibly opened up slightly. You walk over and haul the door open to inspect the contents, which consist of a solid shell backpack in blue and yellow, the three letter number code reading '606'. There are a handful of other items as well... some boxes of ammunition, some ration packs, what you think might be actual stimpacks, a pair of sunglasses in a hard cloth case, and a fairly sizeable black handgun. You stare at all of it, but without a better idea of what to do, you shrug and pull on the backpack, fastening it into place. You're rather surprised when you pick up the ammo, and part of the pack extends out on a little robot arm as if offering to take it. Experimentally, you put the box against it, and it quickly pulls back, sliding the ammo box into a slot that opens up. ... Hunh. Inventory system.\n\nYou take the rest of the items, using the actual holster for the gun on your hip rather than putting it in the pack. Since the sunglasses are apparently those 'adaptive lenses' ones, you go ahead and put them on. Trying the other lockers finds that most of them are locked, and since you have no idea how to pick them and you don't want to risk trying to shoot them open, you leave them as they are. A few of the others do open, and you find some more rations, a bit more ammo, and a revolver that looks so obviously inferior to the semi-automatic on your hip that you decide to just leave it. After doing a tool around the little area and not finding much else of interest, you head for the steps.\n\nThe mini-Vault doors start grinding open the moment you step onto the metal, sliding slowly apart amidst a shower of dust. You wince a little at a sudden bright light shining in, raising a hand up to shade your eyes... well, there's a hole in the basement ceiling. And the actual house ceiling. The sun shone down and through them both at just the right angle to blind you briefly, but is soon covered by clouds again. You make your way up the steps, seeing that the basement is littered with debris and covered in dust and mud. The stairs up still look at least moderately whole, but you take care making your way up them.\n\nAt the top, you just have to stop and absorb what you're seeing, your heart sinking. Your home seems to be mostly a scorched shell of what it once was. A lot of the furniture is still there, though both singed and weather-worn, ruins marking the places where the pieces you recognize once were. You're not even sure whether most of the disarray is from the nearby nuclear strike or from looters. Whichever, it's clear this ruin has not been truly your home in a long time, but simply a forelorn and forgotten monument to it.\n\nOnce you pull yourself together, you decide that you still need to rummage around and see if you can find anything worth taking with you. You wander into the kitchen and look around the counters, yanking open a few drawers. Looks like most of the knives or potentially useful tools have either been taken or rusted away to nothing, though you manage to find a hand-crank can opener that had a tupperware container fall over it and has thus been mostly preserved from the elements, so you add that to your 'Pip-Pac', as the Pip-Boy has informed you it's called. Almost more curious than anything else, you walk over to the refrigerator and open it.\n\nSomething with peeling, wrinkled, rotten-seeming skin looms out of the space within at you, its gaping hole of a nose whistling as it wails, "CHEAP NYLON NOT CANVAS!"\n\n"GYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!" You reflexively punch the thing in the face, sending it reeling back into the fridge, the door of which you quickly slam closed and lean against.\n\nYou can hear feverish scratching against the inside of the door, and more whistley wailing. "I shouldn't be alive! This makes no sense! Fucking To-!"\n\n"Fucksakes shut up you're not saying anything new!" you shout, banging on the fridge a few times with one fist before scuttling away, leaving the appliance still shuddering and spouting epithets. "God," you mutter as you back into the living room, giving a little shudder. "200 years and it's still the same-"\n\nYou cut yourself off as you hear a scuttling noise and something like a chirp. Turning, you spot a dark, somewhat glossy form near the wall, antennae twitching as its many legs shift beneath it. Is that a-?!\n\n"Threat detected," your Pip-Boy announces. "Enter VATS mode?"\n\n<hr>\n[[Yes! Help me squish the bug!|GGFO]]\n\n[[Fuck off with that easy mode shit.|GGFO1x3]]

Fear driving you, you climb into the pod and lay down, trembling in the padding as you hear another one of those distant impacts. After a few seconds, the top of it swings down and clicks closed around you. After a moment, a somewhat disturbingly upbeat synthesized female voice speaks out.\n\n"Welcome to your Vault-Tec cryopod. Cryopod systems prepping. Cryopod systems ready. Systems synced with early warning systems. Vault doors will automatically close two minutes ahead of nuclear strike for maximum safety."\n\nYou swallow hard, hoping against hope for the next three minutes... and feeling your heart drop as you eventually see the doors start to slide closed. You take a deep breath, trying to keep calm and convince yourself it will be fine... your parents were apparently prepared for this, maybe there's some other mini-Vault at their offices, and they weren't even coming in the first place. At least that's the last thought on your mind as the voice begins counting down to activation, and you feel a chill pass over you.\n\nJust like that, though, it's gone. Your skin still feels pebbled beneath the tight suit and your nipples are feeling stiff, but you're already starting to warm back up. You blink repeatedly, since it seems like nothing happened, and yet the door is swinging open and the voice is speaking again.\n\n"Thank you for using a Vault-Tec cryopod. You have been asleep for approximately two hundred and three years and six months. It is 1:13 PM. Ambient radiation levels are stable. Water table is still contaminated but survivable to drink. Current weather, fifty-nine degrees Farenheit and cloudy, with scattered showers in the Deviville area around midnight."\n\nYou sit there, stunned. Literally between eyeblinks, over 200 years have passed. You open and close your mouth a few times, then just rub at your face. This is all so surreal. You swing out of the cryopod and stand up, feeling just a little sluggish.\n\n<hr>\n[[You need to get out of here.|GGFO]]\n\n[[Wait, you're forgetting something.|GGFO1x2]]

You decide to head towards the west wing, which is where the mall has concentrated most of their clothing stores. You think at one point they were trying to get all fancy and label parts of the mall as if they were bits of the city, and this was the 'fashion district', but the signage and whatnot from that particular promotion has gradually disappeared, leaving you with only vague memories of it from when you were a bit younger. Now it just happens to be where the majority of clothing stores are concentrated, though others have of course "creeped" out into other bits of the mall over time, and not all the stores here are strictly 100% clothing-oriented.\n\nYou wander around, taking in the stores both old and new... summer is obviously one of the times the mall tries to get any vacancies filled in with new stores, after all. There's also the fact that there's just some of these stores that you've never been in because they didn't fit your style or you never really felt the urge. But hey, maybe today's the day, if for nothing else than to alieviate your boredom. Let's see, there's...\n\n[[Living Apparel|GGLCStart]] - One of the new places. There's a big globe between the two words so maybe the actual name is supposed to be 'Living Earth Apparel'. It looks like one of those super kitsch "environmentalist"-type stores that have mostly gone out of fashion. Y'know, bunch of little eco-themed knick-knacks and toys, rainforest theme, signs saying in large print that a portion of all sales go to saving the world and tiny print saying it's 0.05% of all squishy-ball globe sales after taxes. From a glance it seems to have a fair clothing selection though, so it's probably a bunch of slightly hipster-y natural fiber stuff.\n\n[[The Girlfriend Store|GGGFStart]] - Okay its name isn't actually 'The Girlfriend Store' but that's how you've always thought of it, you're never really able to remember its actual name. You've mentally dubbed it so because it's a girl's clothing store but it's got a rather masculine theme, and all the promotional posters and banners constantly feature young, attractive women in some level of tomboy attire posed mildly seductively while either resting their hands on each other or gazing into each other's eyes. Thus, The Girlfriend Store. You don't dress super girly yourself but you've also never really considered yourself a tomboy, so you've never really checked it out.\n\n[[Forever Young|GGFYStart]] - Mostly it seems to be a store that caters to people who like to dress a little too young for themselves... y'know, the forty-year-old lady still wearing pigtails sort of place? Probably not much that would fit your taste but, well, you could go in and snicker at the idea of people older than your parents dressing like someone your age (or younger).\n\n[[Missus Mazorium's Clothing Emporeum|GGMCEStart]] - It looks like someone took one of those nerd convention booths where they sell all sorts of vaguely cosplay-ish jewelry along with steampunk/goth/fantasypunk/anime clothing and expanded it out to fill an entire store. It seems like it should be one of those 'popup' stores that just signs a lease for a few months but it does seem pretty settled in. Maybe you could find a new overpriced incense holder or something.

"So you're saying...?" You start, hoping he'll finish, but he just continues to smile pleasantly. You swallow... it's clear that you're going to have to do the asking. Or at least cajole him a bit more. You step closer to him, eyes downcast, before they slowly rise up towards his face. "So is there... anything at all... that I could do to convince you?"\n\n"I mean, I could be convinced, it's possible," he answers breezily, though his smile grows as he looks down at you.\n\n"M-maybe even... maybe even to get rid of the debt entirely?" you ask, biting your lower lip and leaning your shoulders back, lifting your breasts up a bit more prominently.\n\n"I think that would require an entire weekend of very hard work between us to figure out, but we do just so happen to have a weekend," he answers, chuckling.\n\nYou swallow, then nod, stepping in up against his side. 'He's so warm,' you can't help but think. Or maybe that's just you overheating a little at the thought of what you're about to do. You nervously raise a hand to run it up and down Davis's chest over his shirt, unable to help thinking about how much firmer and more defined his muscles are than Honey's. "I... I'll do absolutely anything to clear his debt," you assure him, before sliding your hand back downward, rubbing across his belly. "... Anything."\n\nApparently that's enough for him, because his smile grows into a smirk as he brings a hand down to rest on your ass over your skirt, giving it a squeeze and making you yip a bit. "Well that's good," he says in a more relaxed tone, already reaching up with his other hand to start unbuttoning your blouse. "See all my girls are out of town this week and I've been pretty lonely. And goddamn you are incredibly fine. Mm, look at this," he adds as he brushes apart the front of your blouse, revealing the lacy white bra you're wearing and making you blush even more red. "You got dolled up real nice for me, hm?"\n\n"I, um," you stammer, squirming, and letting out another gasp as he squeezes your ass again. The truth is that you just put on some of your prettier underwear sort of by reflex when you went into 'get dressed up nicely' mode, and didn't really think of anyone seeing it. Well, maybe in the back of your mind you were thinking of Honey seeing it after you successfully handled the issue. But now it's your breast inside that bra that's being handled, by another man, his strong fingers cupping you and squeezing lightly, making you let out a soft, gasping moan of half-protest.\n\n"Here, show me your pretty lingerie. Can leave those heels on though," he adds, releasing you and stepping back a bit.\n\nYou worry your lower lip, but obey... you feel like you don't have any choice now that you've started. You reach down to undo your skirt, unzipping the side and letting it drop, revealing the lacy white thong that matches the bra... the set was, after all, a gift from Honey on your anniversary last year. The third part of the set, of course, being the stockings, the alluring lace tops that had been thoroughly and modestly hidden by your skirt now entirely revealed. You find you're breathing hard, each hot breath puffing from between your slightly parted lips as you unbutton your blouse the rest of the way and shrug out of it, letting it drop to the floor. Davis takes a few steps back, head rising and falling as he makes a show of admiring the view, before he beckons to you.\n\nYou take a slightly shaky step forward, then again... then almost groan as he strolls backward, continuing to beckon you onward, leading you around the room a bit. Somehow actually walking around his living room, the early evening light streaming in through the windows, is so much more embarrassing and... wrong... than just dropping your clothes and standing there would be. But finally he comes to a stop after having led you on almost a full circuit of the room, and gives his finger a little spin. Taking a deep breath, you do a slow turn in place, showing off your practically bare ass, and then letting out a gasp as he steps forward and cups it with both hands, giving a light squeeze. His hands knead and stroke gently over your butt for several moments before sliding upward, cupping your breasts through the bra. You shiver, trying your best not to let it feel good, not to enjoy it as his obviously thoroughly experienced hands work you with a confidence and forthrightness that your one and only has never really managed. Then you give another gasp as he hooks his fingers into the cups and pulls them down, letting your breasts spill free atop them.\n\n"So cute and pink," he murmurs in your ear, sending a shiver of ashamed arousal down your spine at the words, at the feeling of his hot breath, at the feeling of his hot fingertips brushing your stiff nipples. "Gonna love playing with these all weekend. But for now... why don't we really get down to business? By which I mean, get down on your knees."\n\nYou give a shaky nod. Obviously you knew this... among other things... was coming. Taking a deep breath to try and brace yourself, you turn around and sink down onto your knees on the carpet, trying not to stare at the large bulge in the crotch of his pants. Instead you undo the expensive leather belt, pulling it open and undoing the top button, before unzipping him. "Oh my god it's so big," you can't help but let out in a shocked rush of breath as he spills free, apparently having not bothered with underwear... probably knowing he was going to have you on your knees in front of him in no time at all. He's only just starting to get hard, but he's already so much bigger than your husband. You bring a shaky hand up to wrap around the shaft and start stroking uncertainly, swallowing hard again as you realize that your hand fits around it just barely even in its current state. You're unable to take your eyes off the large, dark cock as it steadily grows longer and just a bit thicker, actually pushing your fingers apart as it swells in your hand. \n\nSoon he's fully hard, and you can't help but whimper softly for multiple reasons as you realize that he's almost twice as big as your husband. Davis just smirks down at you, murmuring, "Make sure to give my balls some good attention first, sweetheart."\n\n"O-okay," you whisper, biting your lower lip again as you tug his pants down further, revealing his equally hefty sack, both it and his crotch apparently shorn smooth... briefly the wonder of whether one of 'his girls' does that for him flits across your mind. You give his pants a few more tugs and he slips out of them and his houseshoes, standing with his legs slightly spread, obviously waiting, one of his hands coming to rest on your head and even stroking your hair a bit, making you feel even more guilty at that little show of affection. You lean in, unable to help looking up at him, even as you feel ashamed for licking the balls of a man other than your husband... especially since you've always been too shy to look up at Honey as you do that. Davis's balls smell so... strong, and a bit sweaty and masculine, as if he might have just finished working out... Honey's usually smell a bit of your body wash, since both of you are always forgetting to buy his brand. You rest one hand on his hip and, for lack of any other idea of what to do, continue stroking his thick prick with your other as you start licking and suckling at the smooth skin and hefty orbs of his balls.\n\n"Fuck they're so huge." It takes you a moment to realize that you said it out loud rather than it having just been a passing thought, profanity and all. You blush again as Davis's smirk widens, his hand gently urging you forward, pressing your mouth and nose against his sack. You squirm in place, though without really thinking the motion almost instantly turns to nuzzling, your tongue lolling out to stroke over the soft dark skin as his smell even further fills your head, like you might never be able to get it out again. It's almost like you're becoming entranced, all your guilt and embarrassment fading into the back of your head, buried for the moment in that thick masculine musk and the heady, salty strong taste of him, and you just lick and suck and kiss and nuzzle at him.\n\nThe light has faded a little bit by the time his hand lightens a bit, giving you the hint of what you're supposed to do next. 'I could never fit it,' you think part in resurfacing shame over thinking about how much bigger Davis is than your husband, part dreamily in awe, and part in despair, the last looping back into the first. You try to push off the feeling of starting to enjoy this, something that might even be called anticipation, as you slide your lips over his cockhead, opening your mouth far wider than you've ever had to when sucking off Honey. "Mmf, mmn, mmmf," you moan softly as Davis starts giving you very light pushes forward, just enough that it actually urges you into moving, your hands squeezing a bit on his hips as he actually starts fitting more and more of that big black dick into your mouth. You had on a very faint, not stand-out shade of lipstick, but now you realize it's leaving very visible smears across Davis's prick, and that you've left more than a few kiss marks on his balls, further driving home the embarrassment of how slutty you're acting, even if it's for the sake of your family finances.\n\nGradually you fit more and more of him past your lips, and even begin to work him into your throat, involuntarily making the most obscene noises you've ever heard from anyone let alone yourself as you do, a sort of gulping-gagging-gurgling sound that you know could only possibly come from having a truly huge cock stuffed down your throat. But apparently Davis is satisfied with that as he pushes back on your head, leaving you to gasp loudly as he slides all the way out, panting as you stare up at him slightly glassy-eyed, a thick, churned-up stream of saliva mixed with pre connecting your mouth and the head of his cock before it breaks and drops away, falling on your exposed breasts. Davis gestures for you to stand up, and you get to your feet on shaky legs as he pulls off his shirt, then turns you around and gives you a push on the upper back with just the perfect amount of force to make you bend over the tall arm of a couch without jarring you or knocking the wind out of you. In fact he's so practiced at it and the couch arm is such a perfect height that you can't help but think he probably built this room around practicing that. \n\nYou shiver as his hands once again stroke over your ass, squeezing and kneading it, before his fingers hook into the waistband of your panties. Your shame heats up again as you can feel how they peel away from your pussy due to all the wetness soaked into them, but you nevertheless shift compliantly as he slides them down, lifting your feet to let him slip them over your heels, then spreading your legs wider at the feel of his strong, warm hands on your thighs urging them further apart. You whimper loudly as you feel his breath brush against your sex just before his tongue starts to work over it. 'Oh god, oh god, another man knows what I taste like,' you think with a shudder, even as your hips twitch and buck lightly. 'Ah, H-Honey, I'm sorry, he's... he's so much better at this than you are!' you mentally wail as Davis's particularly long and powerful tongue works you all over, seeking out every spot that makes you moan and squirm and twitch.\n\nYou can't help but let out a soft moan of disappointment as he raises his head away, having brought you right up to the edge of orgasm, a mingling of frustration and relief filling you that you didn't actually cum from the ministrations of a man other than your husband. You try to catch your breath, not really having the mental energy to wonder what the sounds of Davis rummaging around behind you are. Then you blink blearily as he moves up behind you again and holds something out that you take reflexively just from recognizing it. "M-my phone?"\n\n"You're gonna be here all weekend, after all," Davis says cheerfully, even as he lets that monster cock of his slide along the cleft of your ass, making you shiver at the feel of the wet underside running along your pucker. "Better call the hubby up and tell him you won't be home."\n\n"O-... oh," you whisper, your face red for more than a few reasons, especially since his hand resting gently but firm on your back as he uses the other to rub and squeeze your ass shows he has no intentions of letting you up to make the call. You start struggling to control your voice as you tap at the screen to access your contacts, especially as Davis gives his cock a few slaps against your butt, sending little jiggles through the yielding flesh at the impact. As you put the phone to your ear and it starts ringing, he begins rubbing the tip of his prick up and down between the hot, plumped-up lips of your pussy, teasing you even further, leaving you trembling at the sensation of how he could be inside you at any moment even as you wait for your husband to answer.\n\nThere's a click and an excited greeting, which you answer with "Hi Honeeeeeey!" because of course Davis picks that moment to push into you. Your eyes roll some and your teeth clench with the sheer effort of not crying out as you're stretched wider than you ever thought of before, that big black cock pushing into your dripping pink pussy several inches and still, by your somehow very vivid mental image, barely inside. He pauses for only a moment, waiting for you to speak again ("N-no, I'm fine, I'm just in the car and people are driving crazy!") before he begins a slow, steady push forward, ever-so-gradually sliding that massive manhood into you, another man's prick spreading you open wider and deeper than you ever have been as you talk (and lie) to your husband. \n\n"H-Honey, I needed to let you know that something came up with my, my sister, and I'll be gone all weekend! N-no, nothing really serious, juuussttt something we need to focus on and I'll b-be home on Monday~! Mmmf, mmn, n-no, I'm fine, j-just on a back road to avoid, avoid traffiiiic," you exhale in what's just almost a breathy moan as Davis pauses and gives the slightest roll of his hips that nevertheless stimulates your inner walls and clit to no end. "And, and it's really a r-rough riiide!" you yip as Davis gives your ass a smack, snickering quietly as he does. I'll, I'll see you Monday, Honey, I love you!" you blurt. \n\nThe moment your husband tells you he loves you just so happens to coincide with Davis's prick hilting in your stretched, dripping cunt, the base of his balls pressing up against your clit and the tip of his dick feeling like it's hitting some deep inner button inside you that you never even knew you had, and you instantly cum, your whole body shaking with an orgasm so intense that it makes you wonder if you've ever even had an orgasm before it. You can actually feel drool running down your chin and for a moment everything goes white amidst the pleasure, and when you snap back you realize it must have only been a few seconds because Honey is just asking if you're alright because you made a weird sound.\n\n"Squirrel," you say breathlessly without a moment's hesitation. "Just missed him. Shouldn't talk and drive anymore. Bye dear," you add before jabbing the disconnect button and dropping the phone to the couch.\n\nDavis chuckles, giving your ass another slap that makes your hips buck, which makes him work around inside you, which sends a little aftershock orgasm racing through you in the fluttery vestiges of the last one. "Theeere we go, now your pretty little white ass is mine allll weekend," he practically purrs in that deep, smooth voice, his hands shifting to grip your waist as he starts to thrust, just slow, shallow ones at first, but obviously already working up to harder ones.\n\n"Nnnnh oh my god oh my god you're so big oh my god," you whimper out as he starts fucking you with enough force for his hips to slap against your ass, making your tits jiggle beneath you where you're bent over the couch. You brace your hands as if that would do anything to help you, other than maybe unconsciously pushing yourself back against his thrusts as he continues to push so deep inside you it feels like there isn't any more room, his heavy, hefty sack slapping against your clit and crotch every time as it swings forward. "Ohhhhh fuck oh fuck oh fuck me fuuuuck," you whine. You've never done dirty talk before, you don't even use profanity normally, but now it just comes spilling out of you as if being pushed out by that huge dark dick stuffing you so full there's no room to keep the naughty words in too. "Oh god your dick's so huge oh my god oh fuck oh fuck you're so big oh fuck I'm gonna cum again oh my god!"\n\nIt actually does take you a bit longer than that to cum again, as Davis's thrusts speed up and he fucks you with more intensity and strength than Honey ever showed at his most horny, and yet all of it with a deliberateness and ease that shows he's completely in control the entire time. Your mind gradually starts to sink into pleasure even as part of you struggles to keep your mental head above water. 'Honey, Honey I'm sorry, Honey I'm sorry but he fucks sooooo much better than you do,' you think half in despair and half in joy, your eyes rolling up in your head further and your tongue lolling out, a shameless smile on your lips as you climax again. This time Davis pulls out as you do, leaving your slightly gaping pussy to squirt obscenely all over his balls and the carpet as he strokes himself off the last few pumps necessary, long, thick ropes of cum, each one feeling like it's bigger than one of your husband's loads, is splattered across your back and ass like you were a porn star.\n\nAs you're panting and trying to come to your senses, Davis gives your ass another squeeze, kneading some of his cum into your skin, then gives it another slap, making you moan lewdly this time. "Oh yeah, we're gonna have a real fun weekend, baby," he coos.\n\n'Have to... have to hold on and not... actually enjoy this,' you think, even as you're still trembling a little in the throes of your last orgasm. 'Have to remember... I'm doing this for Honey... and our marriage...'\n\nBut what does Davis have planned for you next?\n\n<hr>\n(Slight deviation from the usual deviousness: The following aren't branch options, they're just activities that will go on over the weekend. When you've done enough to satisfy Davis, the option to complete the weekend will appear. But be careful about going further... someone might think you were starting to like it, then!)\n<<set $bbcscore=0>>\n[[Facefuck.|Ther2x4]]\n\n[[Assfuck.|Ther]]\n\n[[Jacuzzi time.|Ther]]\n\n[[Service by the pool.|Ther]]\n\n[[Making a video.|Ther]]\n\n[[Lingerie show.|Ther]]

Always a favorite, delicious girls and at least one pretty boy to choose from! Smirking, you select the option for Final Fantasy VII, and peruse the list of characters that people are waiting for matches with right now.\n\n[[Tifa Lockhart|GG-FF-PA-TifaStart]]\n\n[[Yuffie Kisaragi|GG-FF-PA-YuffieStart]]\n\n[[Aerith Gainsborough|GG-FF-PA-AerithStart]]\n\n[[Cloud Strife|GG-FF-PA-CloudStart]]

How ironic that a business called 'debt solutions' is actually a big part of the debt problem. Apparently the actuality is that they're just a loan company from the looks of things... their website does a lot of talking about counseling people how to use their loans to actually get out of debt, but either they're not very competent or they're deliberately crooked. ... Or, well, Honey just didn't listen to them. You admit that might be an entirely possible option too. Sighing, you dial the number and put your phone to your ear. Maybe you can talk them into deferred payments or at least a lower interest rate so that you can do more than make minimum payments.\n\n"<i>Hello, Tyler Debt Solutions, how may I help you today?</i>" a woman's pleasant voice answers.\n\n"Ah, yes, hello, I'm calling about account number... 1194782682?" you answer, glancing at the screen.\n\n"<i>Just one moment please. ... Ah, yes, if you wouldn't mind, give me just one more moment and I'll put you through to Mister Tyler.</i>"\n\nYou blink. Mister Tyler? The owner? You hadn't gotten the impression that it was that small a company when you were looking at the website. Local and independent, yes, but not small. You wait for a bit and then there's a click, followed by a smooth, rich male voice saying, "<i>Yes, would this be Theresa?</i>"\n\n"Ah, yes, that's correct," you confirm. "I just found out about my husband's debts, and I'm working on getting some of them handled. I was wondering if I could talk to you about our options for that? I know a payment is coming up soon but we'd have a lot of difficulty with it, and... well..."\n\n"<i>Hm. Your husband's debt is fairly substantial, I'm afraid. We really did our best to advise him on how to avoid getting in this situation, I promise you, but sometimes... misfortune strikes everyone, you know?</i>" he says, obviously trying to be discrete rather than just saying 'your hubby clearly fucked up'. Which you rather appreciate, you suppose. "<i>Unfortunately, discussing options for a debt this size is something that really needs to be done in person, and the office closes pretty soon.</i>"\n\n"Oh. Could I make an appointment for tomorrow morning, maybe?" you ask.\n\n"<i>Afraid everyone but our basic account services people have the weekend off, the earliest I'd be able to see you is Monday.</i>"\n\nYou grimace. Besides the simple fact of wanting to get this resolved as soon as possible, the next payment to this particular company is in fact due tomorrow. If you could put it off, it would make paying some of the others substantially easier. Which you quickly explain, trying to keep your voice as even as possible.\n\nMister Tyler seems to consider that, and after a moment says, "<i>Well, it's not usual, but how about you come see me at my home? I don't like taking actions against my customers and I'd like to avoid it, after all, so I don't mind. You can meet me there in a few hours or come see me tomorrow morning, your call.</i>"\n\n"Oh! Thank you, thank you very much!" you gush.\n\nAfter exchanging pleasantries, you huff out a sigh of relief. Well, that's one thing handled. Sort of. Then you blink as the phone rings, and despite it all your face lights up. It's Honey! You answer, then just as quickly droop. Turns out he'll be working late tonight. Darn! Although you consider telling him about the meeting, you decide to avoid it for now... no reason to make him all anxious and flustered while he's still at work.\n\nAfter you hang up, you consider. If you want to meet with Mister Tyler tonight, and therefore have the best chance of avoiding tomorrow's payment, you'll have to go alone. The other option is to wait and go tomorrow morning with Honey, but possibly risk a late fee.\n\n<hr>\n[[Go now, by yourself.|Ther2x2]]\n\n[[Go in the morning, with Honey.|Ther]]

Snarling, you let her get the upper hand for just a moment, long enough to focus on shifting some of your energy into your skull, hardening it until it's something more like iron than mere bone. Then you snap your head forward, striking your forehead against hers just below her horns, your own horns cracking lightly against some of hers and giving them a few chips and cracks. It hurts like Heaven, but your attack has the desired result, Leslie jerking backwards with the impact and her eyes glazing over, her body actually going semi-limp for a moment. Even demons can get their bells rung, and looks like your hardened skull did the trick, even if Leslie's probably the more athletic of the two of you as a succubus. You quickly twist and half-shove her over onto her own back, grabbing for her wrists and shoving them to the floor as you move to straddle her, pressing your cock and balls down on hers as you shift your position to the dominant one.\n\n<hr>\n[[Fuck her.|GGHH]]\n\n[[Talk to her.|GGHH7x3]]\n\n[[Kiss her.|GGHH]]

"I'll never forgive you," you snarl back, your body trembling as your hands clench into fists, a bit of blood trickling from between your fingers as your nails break the skin. You lift your head, glaring at him as tears run down your cheeks. "You bastard... tossing around robot parts while you play hero! Not thinking of us little people, just of how good you look on the news! You don't care about going into a fight because you're invulnerable, but look!" You yank the blanket aside, revealing your bandage-wrapped legs, and the pins running from the braces and into the muscles. "Look what happens to the little people when we get caught up in your fights!" \n\nHis head lowers, his eyes cast into shadow. "I wish I could make you understand how I truly feel. How sorry I-"\n\nHe cuts off as your water glass crashes into his face, the glass splintering into a thousand pieces without so much as scratching his skin as it rains to the floor, the water slipping across the shiny material of his tights without leaving so much as a dark spot. "Get out," you snarl, your eyes dry now.\n\nWithout another word, he turns and floats to the window, disappearing through it. You sit, doing your best to control your trembling as you seethe, preparing a convincing 'Nothing' for the inevitable arrival of a nurse to see what all the shouting and the breaking glass was about. But instead of the expected sound of a door opening and a curious call, after a moment you hear slow, steady applause from your bedside. Turning your head, you stare at the lean, attractive forty-something woman sitting in the chair usually occupied by one of your parents, her fit, toned body sheathed in a black bodysuit covered with sleek interlocking purple armor and small devices, her auburn hair pulled back into a 'ducktail', glittering grey eyes fixed on you and a smirk on her lips.\n\n"Bravo. Bravo, dear, well said," she practically purrs, her voice thick like honey. She waves a hand a bit as she comes to her feet. "Oh, don't glare at me so, I'm not being sarcastic in the least. You called him out exactly as he deserved, and didn't waiver a bit in the face of that chiseled jaw and practiced PR spiel. I am truly, sincerely proud of you, girl, I rarely see someone of your guts and fire, especially in your position."\n\n"You're... Alexa Leone," you murmur, pursing your lips, watching her eyes light up a little more at your recognition. "The multimedia empire mogul. I saw you when you came to Deviville last year thinking about adding a second headquarters there."\n\n"Ah, you're from Deviville!" that rich voice says, sounding sincerely delighted as she clasps her hands and sits down on the edge of your bed. "Charming place, just charming. Sadly we couldn't go with it, there were issues about the land we wanted to acquire, but I actually really enjoyed myself the few days we were there."\n\n"Why are you in my room, and why are you wearing... that?"\n\n"Well that's a very long story, and I won't bother diving into the whole thing right now. Suffice to say you aren't the only one who feels that the City Guard and others like him are a blight on this city, and this world. Careless, inconsiderate people obsessed with their own high moral standing, disregarding the struggles of we 'little people'. And so I live two lives... the one that everyone knows about, that of the semi-celebrity CEO with a husband and two kids, making just the right political donations and social statements to be one of the few high profile capitalists practically everyone can agree is 'one of the good ones'... and the one hardly anyone knows about, where I don't play by the rules, where I try to lay low anyone that seeks to rise above everyone else while smugging that it's for the sake of 'heroism'. And I'm here tonight because I've been keeping an eye on you, and after that little encounter I'm absolutely certain that you can be extremely valuable to that effort."\n\n"... Valuable... how?" you murmur, squinting at her suspiciously.\n\n"There are two methods, my dear. Let me put them to you this way..." Alexa taps the back panel of the armor on one of her forearms, which slides open. She lifts a pair of small cannisters, each capped at one end with silver, the low light of the moon gleaming off the almost glowing liquid inside. "If you swallow the purple drought, it will help ease your pain and keep you from developing any further complications from your condition. As they've already said, you'll almost certainly never walk again no matter what, the damage to your spinal column is too great. But this will make it possible for you to start getting out into the world again, as well as you can. And you'll be able to get about very well after the first few interviews you give denouncing the City Guard. Within a week, you'll have a press agent, booking agent, and financial manager, all of them necessary for the book deals, TV show appearances, and movie of your story that you're going to get courtesy of Leone Media Group. Before the month is out, the presigning bonuses alone will have made you almost a billionaire. You may not walk, but you'll never run out of money, I promise you that."\n\nYou stare at her, then at the vial, before your eyes slide to the one in her other hand. "And if I take the green one?"\n\n"Then I promise you that you'll walk again," she murmurs, grey eyes flashing. "And you can walk beside me as I show you just how deep this rabbit hole goes."\n\n<hr>\n[[Take the purple vial.|FemPalV]]\n\n[[Take the green vial.|FemPalV1x1]]\n\n[[Refuse outright.|FemPalV]]

It might get kind of lonely being the only one around with a brain. Grinning, you begin to infuse demonic energy directly into Leslie's soul. She bucks and howls as she begins to experience the same agonizing pleasure you did earlier, which makes her asshole do some wonderful squeezing around your cock.\n\nUnlike you, her breasts don't grow nearly as much... her ass rounds and swells a little, but her tits only get the slightest bit of growth. Her muscles twitch and tense, taking on a lean, catlike layered look as the skin over them starts to turn a rich blue like your own. She closes her eyes and leans her head back, mouth wide open so that you can see many of her teeth sharpening, giving her a slightly sharklike appearance, her tongue jutting out and growing longer, the tip separating slightly into a fork. When her eyes open, they're black-scleraed and yellow irised like your own, bright and unseeing from the painfully orgasmic feeling of her transformation.\n\nYou coo gently, rubbing around the base of her spine as her tail starts to sprout. A crown of short thorns pushes out from the top of her forehead, pushing back her bangs some as her hair washes from blonde to a deep, dark red color. As you slam forward and spill your load into her, giving her the final burst of energy she needs to finish her transformation, her wrists break free of your grip and grab at the table, shiny black talons scraping curls of wood from the surface as they drag along it. You smile, slipping out of her, cum dribbling down from her slightly stretched hole and over her plumped-up blue pussylips.\n\nBefore you can say anything, she's whipping around and tackling you to the ground. You yelp and grab for her wrists as she curls her fingers, trying to shove her claws closer to your face. "Cyannnn! I'm gonna fuck you up!" she snarls, yellow eyes glowing and spike-topped tail thrashing behind her.\n\n"You ungrateful bitch!" you growl back at her, shoving up at her. "I give you this gift and this is the thanks I get?! Oof!" This last as she thumps a knee into your side with demonic strength. Enraged now yourself, you twist and yank, sending the two of you rolling across the floor in a spitting, yowling, clawing blue mass of flailing limbs.\n\nSoon the two of you are back in a similar position, though you now have several scratches oozing dark purplish blood, as does she. Leslie snarls again, turning her arms to shift and make a grab for your throat instead, with you having to switch to pulling on her arms instead of pushing on them. As she does, you can feel something rubbing up against your own cock... seems at some point your newly-created rival has grown her own member. She's not trying to kill you... this is a struggle for dominance!\n\n<hr>\n[[Try to toss her.|GGHHPlaceholder]]\n\n[[Go head to head.|GGHH7x2]]

Probably best not to risk anyone's ire if they catch you peeping, or even just thinking you're peeping. Who's going to claim you're trying to spy on them from your fenced-in back yard, after all? Carrying the telescope, tripod, and snacks with you, you slip quietly downstairs, doing your best to be quiet about opening and closing the door. The last thing you need is your parents pestering you about what you're doing... or worse, being so utterly <i>charmed</i> by your "childlike wonder" that they decide to come out and sit with you.\n\nYou find a nice clear patch of grass that seems to be absent anything untoward and set up the tripod, digging its claws into the dirt and then attaching the telescope to it. You power it up and swing the viewfinder around to take a look at it. You try moving it around a bit, settling on the obvious target of the moon... yeah, looks nice, big, white-golden orb, all those faint pockmarks on it. Then you try out the zoom feature and... whoa! You can even zoom in on an individual crater close enough to see the rills around it! That's pretty awesome! \n\nPleased with your loot, you spend a little while moving the telescope around, alternating between the video viewfinder and the physical... the physical doesn't get that insane zoom but it does feel a lot clearer and almost like you're actually out there amidst the stars when you're looking through it. "Twinkle twinkle little star," you can't help but sing quietly to yourself, grinning, before you give a low 'huh'. "... Actually that one twinkling star doesn't look very little at all."\n\nSaid 'star' zips out of the field of view before you can adjust, leaving you wondering if it was actually a satellite or something. And then there's a sudden low drone surrounding you along with a brilliant light that makes you flinch back from the telescope. You yelp as you're almost immediately pulled off of your feet, your vision clearing enough to show you the column of flickering, strangely off-white light you're slowly raising up in, towards the rotating, flickering silver saucer projecting it. "Oh you have got to be kidding meeeeee-!" you cry as you're drawn closer and closer to the glowing disk at the bottom of the saucer, glancing down to see your body dissolving into innumerable pixels.\n\n"-eeeOOF!" you yelp as you rematerialize and instantly drop about a foot to the floor, mostly just enough to jar you a little. You instantly leap to your feet and look around. You're in some sort of... cell?! One made entirely of silver metal, with a pad-topped shelf bed and something you think might be a sink. Or a toilet. Or both. Or something else entirely. Ahead is a slightly heart-shaped archway, and you somehow think you can just assume there's a forcefield there without going through the miming process. "Hey! Hello?!" you call, and almost immediately there's a sort of flopping noise, regular like footfalls.\n\nThe creature that comes into view in front of the cell is perhaps one of the more stereotypical 'Gray Aliens' you've ever seen. It's short and squat, with gray, rubbery-looking skin that hangs in folds around its pudgy body, with sticklike limbs, its legs short with long, wide two-toed feet and arms so long they almost drag its knuckles along the floor. Its head is virtually triangle-shaped, with huge black eyes as big as your face, and a tiny, almost beaklike mouth. It raises a hand holding a silver cylinder and apparently presses a button, since there's a flicker in the archway, and it steps forward into the cell. "Eebl-bobbl-ooberoo?" it babbles at you in a high, trilling voice, waggling its head as it speaks.\n\n<hr>\n[["Uh... hey, how's it goin'?"|GGAlien1x1]]\n\n[["DIE, XENO SCUM!"|GGAlien]]

Alright, so, pizza delivery it is. Sure, you'll probably be driving around in bad weather a lot in the weeks to come, but at least some people tip really well for that. \n\nThe first option you see is [[Simple Sam's Sicilian Speedy Service|CelPizza]]. Snazzy. It seems to be a pretty run-of-the-mill pizza delivery place, but it has a note that drivers are given access to a company gas card. Salary is about what you'd expect, so nothing special there.\n\nThe second option is [[Bambi's Bikini Pizza|CelPizza3x1]]. Apparently it's the pizza delivery version of Hooters... girls in skimpy outfits delivering the pizza. Seems kind of shady, really, but despite the expectation that such a place would pay you a pittance and expect you to get by on tips from horny dudes calling for delivery the starting salary is surprisingly generous, and it even mentions benefits. If nothing else, at that salary your dignity could take a few weeks of it while you look for something where you don't wear a thong to work.\n\nThird is a place called [[Fully Automatic Food|CelPizza1x1]]. This one's attractive because it says you don't even need your own vehicle to do deliveries... driving your "house" around so much would kind of worry you, after all, what if you got in a wreck or someone stole it while you were delivering to a bad neighborhood? You do find that a little weird, but also apparently it's just a phone interview which is another bonus.

Oh heeeey, you're pretty sure you've heard of this game! Isn't this the one that-\n\nA text screen pops up in front of you reading 'No, that's another game. This one's <i>totally</i> different.'\n\n... Mmm'kay.\n\nStill, out of curiosity you tap on its listing, and a screen pops up with the description. 'Each year a champion is chosen and sent to the Island of Corruption in the hopes of overcoming the evil and purifying the island. However, the truth is that none of these champions ever win against the corruption, nor are they meant to. Instead each one inevitably gives in to the corruption, and returns to the outer world as the very creatures of evil and depravity that prompt the sending of warriors to the island to begin with.'\n\nOho, a lewd VR game. A <i>very</i> lewd VR game, if it follows the lead of the game it's, uh, not. And totally different from. Ahem. Anyway! Might as well give it a try, huh? Grinning, you tap the 'Load' button.\n\nRather than immediately loading up an environment, though, the window alters to different colors and text style, reading 'Welcome to Champions of Corruption! Definitely an entirely original game! Your Champion of Good is destined to become a Champion of Corruption and bring wickedness and lewdity to the world!\n\nBecause it is effectively guaranteed that you will be transformed and then leave the Island of Corruption, the Island itself is considered to be the character generation/tutorial section of the game. You can choose to skip it and choose a pre-built Champion of Corruption if you so choose.'\n\n<hr>\n[[Become a pre-built Champion.|GGCOC1x2]]\n\n[[No thanks, I'll get corrupted the long way.|GGCOC3x1]]

Yeah, you've never been much for overlong tutorials, especially an entire island. You select the option for a prebuilt Champion, and the window changes to a list.\n\n[[Succubus|GGCOC]] - A creature of feminine wiles and allure. With a fairly broad knowledge of magic, but relatively weak physicality, the succubus is a charming champion. Extremely high influence over men, reduced influence over women.\n\n[[Incubus|GGCOC]] - A creature of masculine charisma and forceful personality. Has less magic available than the succubus, but higher physical strength and combat ability, the incubus focuses on more direct overpowering of opponents. Extremely high influence over women, reduced influence over men.\n\n[[Succuboi|GGCOC]] - A creature of feminine allure and masculine drive. Splits the difference between the succubus and incubus in most ways.\n\n<strike>Omnibus</strike> [[Ultrabus|GGCOC]] - Ahem. A creature that has it all. Extremely powerful, virtually a minor demigod, but the cost is that your corruption is fragile. Even passing up opportunities to do wickedness can drop it severely, and it will be much harder to regain it. Lose all your corruption, and it's game over.\n\n[[Imp|GGCOC1x3]] - On the opposite end of the spectrum, the imp has little physical power and very little magical power (mostly minor charms and enchantments). Their benefits are a high propensity for stealth, the ability to make more imps easily, and that they are effectively immortal... if destroyed, they will simply pop back to life in a random location some time later.\n\n

Hmmm, sounds kinda like a weird blend of hard mode and easy mode, huh? Weak, but you don't have to worry about getting defeated <i>too</i> much. Plus sneaky-sneaky and having to be more clever with your magic? Yeah, sounds like it could be a fun challenge! You reach out and tap the option for 'Imp'.\n\nThere's the by now semi-familiar sense of your surroundings rushing and changing around you, becoming a twilight forest, the light deep blue but clear enough that you have no problem seeing. However this time there's also the definite sense of changing physically rather than just your clothes altering... especially since the first thing that happens is the bodysuit disappearing, leaving you entirely naked! But you're not given more than a split second to be shocked by that before you start to shrink... vertically, that is. In other places you start gaining volume, your waist and hips growing wider and your legs and belly taking on a slight layer of padding that makes them rounder and almost jiggly... definitely so your butt, you can feel. You can feel some slight pressure in your forehead as a pair of short horns push out, the same in your back and above your newly round jiggly butt as small wings and a long spaded tail appear, along with your skin starting to shade towards a light bluish-purple and your hair fading to white. Of course that's nothing to the new pressure at your crotch as a large cock blossoms forth and falls to hang further and further down your thighs, getting longer and thicker by the moment. Your tits don't change much, meanwhile, other than getting a bit perkier and with puffier, almost neon pink nipples.\n\n"Yo what the fuck?!" you yip in a slightly squeakier voice, turning back and forth to look at yourself, your cheeks darkening some at the feel of your large cock and balls swaying. You're only about three and a half feet tall, if you had to guess, but you're hung like a horse! ... Not literally, which you recall was an option in the game this totally isn't, but still. "I'm practically a fuckin' tripod," you murmur, putting your hands on your hips and swaying them back and forth as you look down, the head of your new dick almost bumping your knees.\n\nWell, not that you didn't expect this sort of thing, basically. Sort of the game you signed up to play. Still, it's wild to actually have it <i>happen</i> to you. ... Yeah you're gonna have fun with this! \n\nAs you're pondering all the fun things you're gonna do with your new tallywhacker, which is slowly starting to raise up and respond to the thoughts, you see a new window pop up. Mostly transparent, it hovers on the edge of your view. Hm, looks like a pretty simple UI, a fairly familiar-looking 'Stealth' symbol in the center that currently looks like a completely closed eye, and next to it a list:\n\nDaze - Lvl. 1\nSleep - Lvl. 2\nConfusion - Lvl. 1\nArousal - Lvl. 1\nCumflate - Lvl. 5\nModify size - Lvl. 3\nModify body - Lvl. 3\nNondetection (P) - Lvl. 3\nImpify\n\nYeah, pretty weak spell list. You're guessing that the (P) on Nondetection means 'Passive', meaning it activates just when you try to sneak around. All of them are white, except for 'Impify' which is greyed out... must only activate in particular situations. Huh, so you have 'Modify size' and 'Modify body'... you decide to try them out by just willing them to work, and find that you can make yourself smaller, down to almost fairy size, or make yourself fully physically female again, but you can't make yourself any taller, or any parts of you bigger than they started as. Tch... maybe if you level it up? You do find that you can make yourself look human again, but without being able to make yourself taller, you guess you're more halfling-passing.\n\nAfter a few moments of experimenting, you let yourself revert to 'default', though after a moment of considering you "put away" your cock, just to keep it from being distracting while you're moving around. Hm, moving... you try flapping your wings and pushing yourself into the air, but nothing really happens. Although after a few seconds of trying, you notice a new entry appear on your list: 'Fly (P) - Lvl. 0'. It's greyed out but there's a bit of white in the F, so apparently you've just gotta keep at it. Deciding to train and seek out lewdness at the same time, you keep flapping your little wings as you set off in a largely random direction, trusting the game to lead you to a potential encounter.\n\n'Okay so my goal is to just... do lewd things? Heheh, sounds fun, I can do that. And since it's just a game, and it's not like this is on a public server, I can do whateeeever it will let me get away with! Noice.'\n\nThe white of 'Fly' does gradually fill up as you go along, and by the time you've spotted light ahead it's hit level one, which allows you to lift off into a hover and move about as fast as you were walking before. Which of course you do, because why walk when you can hover? That's the basic of the basics for a game with movement powers! You move towards the light, trying to be a bit more careful about staying behind trees now, until gradually you come to the edge of the forest. Peeking out from around the tree, you can see that the light is coming from the windows of a somewhat primitive little farmhouse, with a barn nearby. You can clearly see through the windows of the barn to an attractive human couple, maybe in their mid- or late twenties, the man toned but not brawny with a clean-shaven face and short brown hair, the woman with dark honey-blonde hair and a kind-looking face that looks perfectly designed for looking humiliated at her own arousal as she sucks a cock. Yesss, the game designers definitely did a good job!\n\n<hr>\n[[Bust on in!|GGCOC]]\n\n[[Wait until they're asleep.|GGCOC1x4]]

Yeah, the whole thing about being an imp is that you really can't do the whole 'kick down the door' thing, not unless you want to get poofed. Best to just be patient... after all, it's summer, you've got all day to play these games!\n\nYou do sneak up a bit closer to the house, confident in your stealth ability, the icon in your HUD never so much as parting the lines to indicate that you might have even been vaguely kind of almost noticed. You sneak up right to one of the windows and peek in, watching the couple from close up. Luckily it looks like they've pretty much finished dinner, and take care of the dishes quickly enough before heading to the bedroom. You sneak around to the bedroom window, wondering if you're going to get a show, but sadly for voyeurism but fortunately for short attention spans they instead just get ready and go to bed. You do at least get to watch them get undressed and change into their sleeping clothes... the guy's hung but, well, seeing your own recent endowments makes him seem a bit puny by comparison. He puts on a simple pair of pants and she puts on a pair of plain white panties and a simple white sleeping gown, and after a pathetically chaste kiss for a married couple they both climb into bed and turn off the lamp.\n\nYup, looks like they're near-instantly asleep too. Okay, so let's see, what to do? Hm, you're betting that casting 'Sleep' on someone who's already asleep would make sure they wouldn't wake up until morning, that seems a pretty safe assumption. So you could zonk one or both of them...\n\n... orrrrr you could just go out to the barn, from which you can hear some ambient animal sounds. You <i>were</i> thinking that this game is the perfect opportunity to do whatever lewd things you could think of that it would allow, after all! You could see if it allows that sort of thing~! \n\nAlternatively, you could wait until tomorrow and hope to catch one of the couple alone for some more interesting play than a simple night jumping.\n\n<hr>\n[[Use 'Sleep'.|GGCOC1x5]]\n\n[[Go to the barn.|GGCOC]]\n\n[[Wait until tomorrow.|GGCOC2x1]]

You carefully try pushing up the window... yup, open. Boy, you'd think people who lived in a world where creatures of corruption are a known hazard would be a little more careful. You clamber silently into the room and scuttle over to the bed, never once disturbing the pair. Well, they're basically just farmers, probably like level one or something, yeah?\n\n<hr>\n[[Cast Sleep on the guy.|GGCOC]]\n\n[[Cast Sleep on the woman.|GGCOC]]\n\n[[Cast Sleep on them both.|GGCOC]]

A fierce survival instinct overwhelms you and brings with it a surge of anger. As the giant's fingers brush close to you, you drop to your back to avoid them. Then you plant one purple rubber foot against Kiera's yellow back and shove her, sending her stumbling right up against his fingers. "Enjoy the ride, bitch!"\n\nYou actually hear her start laughing and shout "Woohoo!" before she disappears over the top of the box. You get to your feet and turn, and think you spot her actually squirming eagerly and bucking her hips towards the giant's cock before he begins stretching her onto it. Soon she's just a snug yellow condom, pumping away into the giantess' pussy. You grimly hope she's satisfied as you watch the giant pull out and strip her cum-bloated form off of himself, tying it in a knot and throwing it into the garbage can along with the used-up forms of Hanna and Cassie.\n\nYou watch a little dully as the giant and giantess clean up, redress for bed, and finally turn out the light. Your eyes immediately adapt to the dimness, and you can make out the mountainous lumps in the beds of the giants' bodies, and very distantly on the opposite bedside table, you can still see small forms writhing about as your separated teammates either continue their orgy or begin it anew, spurred to arousal by the display in front of them.\n\nYou turn towards the other two remaining cheerleaders-turned-condomgirls, Sally and Sandra. They're both staring at you as if not sure whether they want to hug you or hit you.\n\n"I think we can get out of here," you say after a moment's consideration. You look up at the top of the box. "It's about two of us high, and there's three of us. If you two get on each other's shoulders and lean on the wall, I think I can climb up you and get over the top." \n\n"Why do you get to climb up and out?" hisses Sandra, her green rubber lips pursing.\n\nYou blink. "Because I always climb the pyramid, I've got the most experience doing it without jostling anyone."\n\nThat seems to mollify them a little, though Sally frowns, a few mild creases appearing in her orange latex face. "Okay, but then what?"\n\n<hr>\n[[You'll pull them out.|CheerForest20x2]]\n\n[[You'll go for help.|CheerForest]]

"I think I saw the direction he took the bus in, we should head that way. He obviously carried us a really long way, we may need it to get back."\n\nSandra frowns. "Amanda, the bus broke down, plus he totally ripped the hell out of the back of it. Plus it would mean going <i>deeper</i> into this thing's house."\n\n"Maybe it was just overheated or something. Plus all of our bags are in there, if we can find one of our phones..."\n\n"Like we're gonna get service out in giant country, or whatever?"\n\nYou purse your purple rubber lips. "We won't know until we try. Besides, if our bags are in there, our <i>clothes</i> are still in there."\n\nThat seems to settle it for them, and the three of you set off. You're glad the carpet is a tightly-packed flat weave, you're not sure what it would be like trying to get through something thicker. You make your way over to the door, the three of you pausing to gawk at the sight of a giant, modern-looking suburban home sized for people with fingers bigger than you are. You try to remember the direction the giant seemed to be headed in when he carried the bus away, and beckon the other two to follow once you've decided.\n\nAfter hiking down a short (for them) hall, you emerge into a living room. Squinting about, you spot what must be the attached kitchen set apart by a counter, and a bit of dark grey metal in the darkness from near the pantry door. "I think I see it," you whisper to the others, despite knowing it's probably not necessary to keep your voice low.\n\n"Wait." Sandra reaches out to grab your upper arm, fingers digging into your purple rubber flesh a little with a soft *skwnch*. "Listen." All three of you go silent and strain your hearing. It takes a few seconds but then you can hear what she apparently did: voices laughing and hooting, and music. Normal-sounding voices. "I think there are people here! Like, us-sized people! Maybe they know a way out!"\n\n"If they know a way out why haven't they left yet?" Sally hisses.\n\n"Well <i>I</i> don't know!"\n\n"Right, for all you know that's some kind of security patrol for escaped <i>condoms</i>!"\n\nYou wince a bit as the fight starts to build. Obviously you need to step in and make a decision.\n\n<hr>\n[[Go check out the voices.|CheerForest]]\n\n[[Continue to the bus.|CheerForest20x4]]

"I'll pull you out, of course," you answer, still frowning a bit. "Sally, you're the best jumper. Sandra will get up on your shoulders and I'll climb up to the edge. I'll pull Sandra up with me, than you'll get a good running start and jump up and we'll lean down and catch your hands to pull you out too."\n\nThat you have a plan involving getting both of them out of here with you seems to reinstill their faith in you, and without much more ado they move over to the wall, Sally helping heft Sandra up onto her shoulders, then Sandra walking her bright green hands up the wall with little rubber-on-glass *pap pap pap* noises. She leans forward with her arms spread as she stretches out, almost assuming "the position" but with her green latex feet planted firmly on Sally's orange latex shoulders.\n\nYou move forward, trying to ignore the way your naked body squeaks and skwinches against theirs (and feels strangely good in the process) as you carefully climb up their human ladder. Swinging your leg over to straddle the silver-edged side, you reach down and haul Sandra up, finding it a bit easier than you expected to be... maybe she's lighter, or you're stronger, or both. Either way she scrambles up to sit facing you and scoots back, and you both lean out and stretch your arms out to Sally.\n\nSally backs up, then pumps her arms as she runs, her green rubber C-cups jiggling just a bit stiffly with the motion. She leaps into the air, and you and Sandra wind up catching her by the upper arms instead of hands as she thumps against the side, giving a little 'oof'. All three of you turn and stare towards the giants to see if the thump woke them, but there's not a bit of motion. Apparently you're just too small and soft to make noises they can hear. \n\nYou and Sandra pull Sally up and over the edge, overbalancing and sending you all toppling to the top of the bedside table painlessly, albeit with a lot of squeaking and other noise as three rubber girls try to disentangle themselves. When you've gotten all your limbs sorted out, the three of you stand and move to the edge of the table. Exchanging a glance and shrugging, all three of you simply jump.\n\nThis time when you impact on the carpet it's enough to send a wobble through your solid rubbery form, making your tits bounce a few times seemingly all on their own as you straighten up from the landing.\n\n"Should we try to get the others?" Sandra whispers, glancing up towards the bed.\n\nYou briefly ponder that, then wince as you picture trying to drag the sagging, cum-filled, tube-shaped forms of Cassie, Hanna, and Kiera along with you. Then you give a more rueful shake of the head as you imagine trying to get Coach Morrison and the others to stop their magic-induced lesbian orgy long enough to try and get out of their own box, assuming you could even get up to their bedside table in the first place. "I don't think there's any way we can. We'll have to get help and come back for them."\n\n"Well, then, what do we do?" Sally asks, sighing.\n\n<hr>\n[[Head for the bus.|CheerForest20x3]]\n\n[[Head for an exit.|CheerForest]]

Okay, this is weird. You are, however, forced to admit that this isn't the weirdest thing that's happened to you today. Especially considering you're standing around in a ruined bus in your underwear. ... While made of solid purple rubber. Whoever this strange... whatsit... is, she seems decently nice and polite.\n\n"Um, well, not really," you answer, the other two jerking a bit from their staring. "I mean, this is our bus, yeah. Kind of. We were on it, then that giant guy grabbed it, and..." You trail off, shrugging.\n\n"Oh, right, the rubber thing. Well, gosh, those giants have weird ways of getting their necessities, don't they?"\n\n"Yeah." You make a face, then continue. "Could you help us get out of here? Or maybe even rescue our friends?"\n\n"Hm, well, maybe." The mousegirl rubs her chin. "I mean, golly, it's not that I don't want to help for helping's sake, just that's an awful tall order! So to speak." She glances around at the three of you, then shrugs. "Well, I'll do what I can! Tell you what, grab up all these bags and anything that's not nailed down and load it in my buggy." She grabs up a few gym bags laying around near the exit and slings them over her shoulder. "Never can tell what'll be useful!" she adds in a chirping voice as she hops down out of the back of the bus.\n\nSandra and Sally give you suspicious looks, and you just shrug. Then the mousegirl leans back up to peek in. "Oh, better hurry. Sometimes the guy comes out here for a late-night snack about this time." Then she drops back out of sight. That spurs everybody into motion pretty well, and you follow instructions by grabbing the fire extinguisher, flashlight, and first aid kit that are part of the bus's standard equipment. You load yourself up with your bags and those of your fellow fates-unknown cheerleaders and hurry back out.\n\nThe mousegirl is tossing bags into the trunk of... well, honestly, it looks like some sort of four-seater dune buggy with a two-liter soda bottle for a chassis. It's got actual rubber wheels, though they look like they came off of an RC car instead of a real one. She starts accepting bags from the three of you as you come over, then oooos, her eyes widening as she takes the little fire extinguisher from you. "Golly! I always wanted one of these that was my size! Would've come in useful a time or two," she adds ruefully, setting it in the trunk a bit more carefully and then flipping the plastic flap of a lid down. She swings herself up into the seat and helps you all in, then takes off across the kitchen tile, the odd vehicle giving a little jolt as it goes over the separater between tile and carpet.\n\n<hr>\n[[Continue.|CheerForest20x6]]

"Calm down, calm down," you whisper, gesturing to both of your fellow rubber girls. "Look, let's continue on to the bus right now."\n\n"But-" Sandra starts to say.\n\n"Listen, if there's people here and they're safe, we can find them again after we're not <i>naked</i>. Besides, clothes might tone down the weirdness when three girls made of colored latex ask them for help, don't you think?"\n\nNodding a bit sheepishly, Sandra falls into step behind you again, the three of you stepping over the metal divider between carpet and tile. Three sets of rubber feet make odd padding-slapping sounds against the hard surface as you make your way around the mostly-open pantry door. Inside is a garbage can the size of a building, and sitting on the floor next to it, along with some other boxes and bottles apparently meant for recycling, is the bus, its back torn and bent open. You head over and scramble up, then help haul Sandra and Sally in with you.\n\nThe three of you start searching through bags, and you find yours lodged at the bottom of two seats. Sure enough, no cell phone signal... you find yourself wondering what the roaming charges would be for using a different network made for giants and have to suppress a hysterical giggle. Instead you quickly pluck out some underwear and shimmy your way into them. The white cotton panties wind up conforming very tightly to your purple rubber butt and crotch, and the matching white sports bra you pull on similarly fits snug, to the point that you wonder if your body's slightly larger now... or if cloth just sits oddly on rubber. You glance over at the others. Sally's got on a black thong and rather lacey black bra, making her look like some sort of animated Halloween sex doll. Sandra on the other hand is wearing a matching blue bra and panties, no frills but cut a bit daringly... it makes for an odd aquatic theme against the shiny green of her skin.\n\nYou're about to start figuring out which of your other clothes you should pull on when all three of you hear an odd sound... a whirring, squealing noise. It approaches the back of the bus and stops. A moment later, a new figure scrambles up over the edge, coming to stand in the torn-open back, and you stare at it, as are Sally and Sandra. By the nose and ears it... well, it must be a mouse. But it's an awfully human mouse otherwise, with long blonde hair and a normal-seeming mouth, besides being very upright and with apparent hands, though her bare feet are more pawlike. She's even wearing clothes... a pair of grey coveralls that hug her hips and her definitely human-like chest. A toolbelt sits at an angle around her waist, and she's got a monkey wrench shouldered that would probably be somewhat miniature for the giants but seems to be at least half her body length.\n\n"Oh! Well golly!" she says in a chipper tone, though her expression's surprised. "Didn't expect anyone to be in here! Hope I'm not bothering you...?"\n\n<hr>\n[[She seems nice. Ask for help.|CheerForest20x5]]\n\n[[DEATH TO THE FURRY!|CheerForest3x1]]

"So, uh." You glance to the side from where you're riding shotgun... in a two-liter bottle... at your odd driver. "What's your name?"\n\n"Oh, just call me 'G'," she answers cheerfully, steering the vehicle around the giants' coffee table.\n\n"Just G?"\n\n"Well, it's part of my name, I kinda got tired of hearing the full thing." She rolls her eyes. "Golly, you get a little overenthusiastic about being nice to everybody one night, and everyone starts snickering and shouting 'Go go Ga-'... you know what, nevermind."\n\n"Um, 'kay. I'm Amanda, that's Sandra, that's Sally."\n\n"Nice ta meetcha! Now hang on!" G calls as the odd little buggy starts going faster, headed towards a door with a large plastic flap of a doggy door in the lower half. You quickly take her advice, grabbing onto the edge of the compartment as she yanks on a lever, the wheels giving a sudden lurch and sending the vehicle leaping through the air. The cap at the end of the bottle smacks the plastic flap and knocks it aside, allowing you to land shakingly in the garage. G grins, obviously enjoying herself as she steers across the concrete floor, underneath a truly enormous pickup truck and around behind some boxes. One large, upside-down plastic container has apparently been here so long that it's gotten painted to the wall.\n\n"Welcome to my house!" G chirps, clambering back to open up the trunk and starting to grab up bags. "Get some stuff and come on in!"\n\nThe four of you enter the side of the container through a stereotypically-shaped mousehole, and you and your fellow rubber cheerleaders stare around. Whatever was originally in the container has apparently been removed, and G has obviously made extensive rennovations, turning it into a multi-level complex with ramps made out of various discarded household items running up to the different floors. The whole place is packed with kludged-together items, some of it looking almost normal like you might see in one of the workshops back at high school, others obviously awkward assemblages of giants' items.\n\n"Sorry about the mess, it's kind of permanent," G says as she drops her own load of bags near a worktable, then holds up the fire extinguisher. Still looking at it almost lovingly, she heads over to the wall and starts looking for a way to hang it up. "Golly, I hope I can get back and salvage some more of your bus before it gets thrown out. I mean, if you don't mind. Oh, make yourselves at home! Just try not to touch anything that looks like it might do something, because it probably will."\n\n"Not to be demanding or anything, but, our friends?" Sandra prompts.\n\n"Oh, right." G sits down on a stool at the workbench and swivels it around to face you, using her toes to move herself side-to-side a bit as she speaks. "Well okay there's good news and there's bad news. The good news is that the giants' magic usually wears off eventually if you can manage to get outside of their lands. At least that's what I've heard," she adds, scratching at her head a little bit. "So if you can get back home, you should turn back to normal!"\n\n"That's definitely good news. Can we skip the bad news?" Sally asks a little plaintively.\n\n"Sure!" G chirps, starting to turn back around to her workbench.\n\nYou sigh and try to roll your eyes, though you suppose that's not very visible now considering they're smooth molded rubber planes under your eyelids. "What's the bad news?"\n\n"Oh." She turns back towards you. "Well, first of all, anyone that's been 'used' has a much lower chance of coming back from it. Sooo if you had any friends that already got used like condoms, well, you could take them back and maybe hope for the best, but. Also, at least one of the giants is home all the time, pretty much. It could be weeks or even months before they're both out of the house at the same time, so any chance to retrieve your friends safely would either be pretty risky or risk losing some of them... well you'd definitely lose the used ones, the trash goes out in a few days. But!" She grins brightly. "If you want to just get out of here instead, that's pretty easy. My buggy can handle a lot of rough terrain, all we'd really have to do is wait until the garage door opens a little and make a break for it. Maybe you could come back for your friends after the magic wears off? I mean, if they're still here at all."\n\nSandra and Sally both look at her for a moment, then over at you. Apparently you're being relied on for this decision.\n\n<hr>\n[[Stay.|CheerForest]]\n\n[[Go.|CheerForest]]

That definitely looks like a third-party addon. You're pretty sure the official "sci-fi" expansion for D&D is called something else, but then again, the library doesn't have that does it? Maybe they got this one a lot cheaper. You pull it down, the fairly thin volume feeling oddly heavy in your hands, as if it wants to haul you with it when it comes off the shelf. Geez, what's the cover made of, concrete? ... Actually it feels normal now. Huh.\n\nYou flip to the index, glancing over the entries for adapting monsters, new magical items and equipment, and oh hey, new classes. Spotting the entry 'Bounty Hunter', you curiously flip to the page. Let's see, 'Magic Missile' at will, enhanced speed, bonus to Jump skill, bonus to Escape Ar- "Ow!"\n\nYour fingers stinging as if something on the book's cover had jabbed them you drop it, wincing at the expected sound of a book hitting the floor in a library. Instead there's a much lighter *thmp*, that's quickly overwhelmed by a loud and growing rumble as the ground shakes under your feet.\n\nGround. You're staring at the book sitting on bare, brownish-red rock, that's starting to crack beneath it. You're also seeing boobs that are a little too big to be yours, covered in extremely thin cyan-colored material that looks like some sort of plastic really, even if parts of it are patterned black and glowing(?!) purple. You raise your hands to stare at them, then pat at your hips and thighs. You seem taller and older overall really, what the hell's just happened?! Why are you standing underneath a night-black sky full of colored stars that don't twinkle instead of in a library?!\n\n"Cyan, you can't hesitate any more, the planetary core is breaking up in the wake of the destruction of the Overmind," a cool female voice says in your ear, making you whip your head around but see nothing. "You have to get back to the Belladonna and we have to get out of here."\n\nHearing that rumble growing louder, you glance over your shoulder and see that in the distance, the horizon is starting to fall away and be replaced by a red glow. Eyes widening, you snap, "Don't need to tell me twice!" and take off the direction you had been facing at a dead run. You're mildly distracted at feeling something thwap against the back of your neck (do you have a ponytail now?), but moreso by the sheer distance you seem to be eating up. Wow okay this is pretty cool, crumbling planet aside.\n\nYou see something made of blue and silver chrome in the distance and redouble your efforts, leaning forward and pumping your arms, trying to ignore your newly generous chest's bouncing as you do. The object starts to resolve into a fairly sleek but sizeable spaceship, its back ramp down, when the voice comes into your ear again. "Cyan, watch out. There's been Space Wolf activity reported in this area, if there are any here they'll definitely try to board the ship."\n\n<hr>\n[["Space wolves"? Seriously?|GGMS1x1]]\n\n[[Got it, watch out for Space Wolves!|GGMS2x1]]

Well, late June, technically.\n\nBecause no matter where you fall on certain Opinions™, the Fourth of July is a great for getting together and having fun at a big outdoor party! And what luck, Deviville's having the <i>perfect</i> weather for one of those parties this year! Just slightly hot, enough to really tell you that it's summer, without being sweltering and putting everyone in danger of sweating themselves into an early, well, leaving the party. \n\nSpeaking of the party, though, the reason you're considering July in late June should be obvious... if <i>you're</i> going to throw the party, it's not like you could start planning for July 4th on July 1st, that's just... that's just not how you work!\n\nOf course, nothing says you need to be the one to hold a party. Deviville, and your friends therein, are going to have lots and lots of great parties and activities to attend, since it's the weekend when everyone will be summer-ing as hard as possible. So there will be both fun (and subjects for your column) to be had either way!\n\n<hr>\n[[Throw your own summer bash.|HolJuly1x1]]\n\n[[Attend an event.|HolJuly]]

Vague moans of despair set up amongst the continuous yowls and squeals of orgasm as everyone else begins to realize the same thing as you're slowly pulled beneath the glowing surface of the circle... well, all except Mayumi, who's still laughing delightedly and begging to be raped even more.\n\nAs your head is pulled past the surface, you catch a glimpse of a vast, vast realm, like a neverending cavern with rippling walls of flesh. You're quickly pulled away from the others, your clubmates disappearing into the distance and darkness as the incredibly long tentacles holding them retract into the beyond.\n\nYou find yourself being pulled through the air as well, even as the tentacle continues to pump eggs into you, your belly growing massive and finally completely taut as you're hauled through the fleshy dimness. Finally you find yourself pulled against a squishy, pulsating wall, your arms and legs hauled against it and then into it, pulled back behind you to leave your body arched outward, your massively inflated belly and heavy, sloshing tits presented outward to the vastness.\n\nYou give a loud gasp and then a groan as the tentacle in your pussy retracts, popping out of your womb and then slithering its way out of your cunt, to be immediately replaced by a larger, thicker tentacle that emerges from the flesh wall between your legs and swings upward, fastening itself over your pussy entirely. Your teeth clench and your eyes roll as it starts quite literally sucking the eggs back out of you, pulling the large, oblong objects out one at a time, popping them through your inside ring and sliding them back out of your pussy, the tube-tentacle giving a heavy gulp around your now increasingly puffy and sensitive entrance each time an egg slides out of it.\n\nThe repeated, near-constant, overlapping orgasms make it almost impossible to tell how long it takes for it to suck all the eggs out of you, your belly gradually shrinking and flattening again, as if it has never been used to store what must have been at least dozens of eggs. You pant and shudder, writhing against the already writhing wall behind you as it pulsates and trembles, feeling like it's encroaching further against you.\n\nFinally the suction tentacle pulls away, leaving your pumped pussy plumped and purple, dripping heavily. You slump in your bonds... then give a yowl as a new tentacle pushes its way into your ass. You buck and twist as much as you can... which is practically not at all... as it slides deeper and deeper into you, winding its way inside. You can feel it pause, and then actually unfold inside you, locking itself within, as you once again feel that hot, gooey sensation of being pumped with whatever it did to change your body. Your tits begin growing again... more slowly this time, but still gradual and steady, the heat and pleasure of the tentacles sucking out your milk gradually increasing.\n\nYou groan again as one of the oviposition tentacles pushes back inside you and settles into your womb once more, shuddering at the feel of it. But then motion draws your head up... and you give a scream right before a large, open-ended tube of a tentacle plunges down over your head and then suctions tight.\n\nYou writhe and wriggle, your moans and cries muffled by the fleshy enclosure around your head. You know somewhere in this massive flesh-cave, this must be happening to the others as well. Somehow you just know the portal is closed, and there will be nothing to say you were ever there except some moved-around desks and your bags... certainly, no one will possibly be coming to save you.\n\nOh god... how long will you be here?! you think, even as you cum again from both your womb and your tits.\n\n<hr>\n[[Game Over.|GGJSMysteryCircle1xEnd1]]

"Alright, so, focus on little Dillan," you murmur, bringing your hands up to press your fingertips to the side of your forehead, closing your eyes.\n\nIt's... weird, but after a moment you really do get a look inside the house. It's vaguely distorted, sort of what you imagine looking out from the inside of a snow globe would look like, complete with drifting specks of white, but overall you still have a pretty clear view. The living room below is fully decked out with decorations and presents already under the tree, and a plate of cookies with glass of milk waiting in front of the burned-to-embers fire. And a bit brighter than the rest, as if faintly highlighted, is a boy who looks to be about twelve or so, crouched behind the wall separating the living room and dining room and peering around the doorway and towards the fireplace.\n\n"Oh gosh, he's waiting to try and spot Santa!" you declare, with a mixture of 'aw, adorable!' and 'oh no, what now?!'\n\n"Lots of kids do that, we don't count it against them," Rudy chuckles. "Don't worry, just wait him out."\n\n"But won't that throw off all the other deliveries?" you ask, peeking an eye open to look at the buff reindeer man.\n\n"Nah. Time works sort of funny during deliveries. Until we leave the house time won't really pass, it'll just sort of be in stasis. Once we leave everything gets sorted out... it'll be 12:01 until we're gone, but maybe it works out that he remembers falling asleep at 1:30 or something. Don't sweat it."\n\n"Oh, that's useful." Closing both eyes again, you watch Dillan in his crouched position. Gradually, he shifts around on the floor, slumping a bit more and more as time goes on. Eventually his head droops, bobbing a few times as he struggles to stay awake, before he finally sinks to the floor and sprawls out, obviously fast asleep. Giggling a little, you open your eyes, glancing at Rudy who nods encouragingly. Taking a deep breath, you clamber up onto the chimney, then step forward and drop down into it. Unlike last time, there's only a brief feeling of falling through the darkness before you're landing in a light crouch amidst the embers. Unbothered, you slip out easily enough through the fireplace and do your best to step down quietly. Giving in to the sudden urge, you snag a cookie and munch it, drinking down a bit of the milk. When you finish your snack, you realize the large bag from the back of the sleigh is resting on the floor next to you. Shrugging, you open it up, pulling out wrapped presents and arranging them under the tree, Dillan snoozing peacefully a handful of feet away.\n\nWhen you're done, you spend a moment considering, then slip back into the fireplace and give a little hop. You go shooting back up the chimney, near-instantly finding yourself popping out of it, instinctively snapping your feet out to stand on the edges of it. You wobble briefly before finding your balance, then jump down, blushing brightly as it makes your boobs wobble and sway heavily.\n\n"Good job!" Rudy says encouragingly, giving you a thumbs-up. Although is it your imagination, or is the bulge in his leather briefs bigger? Trying not to stare, you instead make your way back to the sleigh, this time bracing yourself for takeoff and managing not to yelp. The flight is roughly as long as the last one, though the architecture looks a bit different this time as the sleigh banks down, with thicker snow on the rooves and ground. "Alright, two kids live here, little Katie and her big sister Madelyn. Katie's on the nice list, and Madelyn's on the naughty list, but then, that's not unusual for teenagers."\n\n"Oh?" You blink. "Even teenagers are on Santa's list?"\n\n"You were too, remember? Anyone that keeps a tiny spark of belief in Santa in their hearts still gets tracked on the lists... although obviously a lot of the older people wind up on the naughty list for various things so they don't get Santa-presents. Anyway, like before just go on down, Katie's presents will be in the bag."\n\n"Nothing for Madelyn?"\n\n"Nope, we just skip kids that have been naughty enough to get on that list. Don't worry, I'm sure her parents still got her stuff, it's not like she's <i>bad</i>. Oh, but don't forget-"\n\n"Santavision, right." Once again closing your eyes, you focus on the thought of 'little Katie'. Sure enough you soon have a view of a little girl's bedroom, with a dark-haired angel tucked in under the covers, hugging what looks like the very same Christmas bear you bought yourself. Awwww! Of course, just to make sure that no one else is up that might catch you, you focus on her sister Madelyn as well. Your view shifts to a different bedroom... and your face turns completely red instead of just having rosy cheeks.\n\nMadelyn, who looks to be sixteen or so, is definitely not asleep and dreaming of sugarplums. In fact her covers are tossed aside, and her pajama pants and panties are down around her thighs. She's got a hand between her legs, fingers glistening with wetness as she fingers herself. Her shirt's been tugged up, one pert teenage breast being squeezed and worked by her other hand as she moans softly, the sound carrying in full theater audio quality right to your ears. If your embarrassment from catching someone in such an act wasn't bad enough, you can feel a distinct stirring from down below... your cock is getting hard!\n\n"Lemme guess, Madelyn's securing her place on the naughty list this year too," Rudy says dryly, apparently noticing your reaction.\n\nSwallowing, you give a sheepish nod of acknowledgement.\n\n<hr>\n[[Wait it out.|HollyXmas8x1]]\n\n[[She seems... occupied... enough not to notice anyone downstairs.|HollyXmas5x7]]

This is so embarrassing, you want to get this done with and get out. Hoping that the magic at least includes some basic noise dampening, you end your use of Santavision and climb (awkwardly, inexperienced at trying to hide a hardon while moving) up onto the chimney, then hop down.\n\nYou arrive in the living room after slipping out of the fireplace, glancing around and finding the bag practically waiting for you this time. There's a plate of sugar cookies on the hearth that have been carefully and thoroughly iced, and a plate of plain ones piled on a plate off to the side, obviously meant for the family's own consumption.\n\nYou do your best to focus on Santa-ly activities, going back and forth from the bag to the tree, pausing in between to munch cookies and drink milk. But maybe it's just your imagination, or maybe some lingering effect of Santavision, but you could swear you can hear Madelyn upstairs, moaning softly, even the wet noises of fingers stroking over slick teenage pussylips and a sweaty body writhing against sheets. It's driving you crazy! Your cock is literally achingly hard, and you can't help but grip it through the satin and give a rub, moaning softly yourself as just that eases the ache... but only a little, and only for a moment.\n\nYou can't take it anymore! You've got to do something!\n\n<hr>\n[[Jerk off down here.|HollyXmas5x8]]\n\n[[Go see Madelyn.|HollyXmas9x1]]

Santa probably has magic to get him down the chimney, right? Maybe it just needs a little, y'know, nudge. Placing your hands on the soles of his boots, you give a light shove downwards, trying to further stuff the jolly old elf down your chimney. Not feeling any real give other than in his knees, you press again, harder this time. There's just the very faintest feeling that he's scooched down in the chimney a bit more. Encouraged, you lean your entire weight down on the soles of Santa's boots, pressing as hard as you can.\n\nRather abruptly, Santa goes zipping down the chimney like an otter down a waterslide... with you, of course, leaning all your weight on him as he does. You yelp as you tumble forward into the gaping, dark maw of your own chimney, tumbling down right after Santa. Despite the fact that you shouldn't fit down either, you feel yourself falling through a wide, open darkness, the smell of woodsmoke strong in your nose. You feel yourself spinning faster and faster, tumbling around and bumping up against something repeatedly, until you abruptly thump against a pile of logs. Tumbling out of your fireplace in a small cloud of ash and dust, you cough out a few times as you sit up, then wobble to your feet. Looking around uncertainly, you call, "Santa?"\n\nNot hearing any reply or seeing him, you look down at yourself to check for injury, then squeak in surprise. You're wearing a thin long-sleeved shirt, alright, but it's now bright red, with scooped cleavage lined with white fur. A pair of shiny, snug-fitting (but soft and easily-bending) black leather gloves cover your hands. Your satin pajama pants are, like your top, red and fur-trimmed... and is that a bulge?! You rush to the bathroom where you can look in a mirror... you look a little pudgier than before, and your hair has turned snowy white, with a bit of sparkly permablush on your cheeks. Your boobs look a bit bigger too, probably from the light extra layer of fat. Swallowing, you push down the front of your pants... and stare at the long, thick cock that flops out. Quickly stuffing it away, you go scrambling back out of the house and up the ladder. "What happened?!" you wail at Rudy.\n\n"Hoo boy, this is one reason you should've let us take care of it," the reindeer answers with a sigh. "Sometimes when Santa's magic is acting up, unpredictable things can happen. Like this... you went down the chimney warp with him, so you must have gotten all jumbled together coming out."\n\n"Unjumble us!" you blurt, flailing a little, then stopping and pressing your arms over your chest at all the jiggling that causes.\n\n"Hey, I don't have that kind of mojo. Probably some of the elves at the North Pole do, though. And before you ask, yes, we'll take you there," Rudy adds.\n\n"But they'll be ticked if you bail on Christmas to head straight there," one of the reindeer behind him comments, a particularly large and buff specimen.\n\n"Slammer's right, there's still a lot of deliveries to do," Rudy admits. "The elves would be in a pretty bad mood if we skipped 'em. Maybe you ought to go ahead and finish off Santa's deliveries... we'll help, don't worry. Most of the magic is pretty instinctive, you should be able to manage it for just half the night."\n\n<hr>\n[[Agree to do the rest of the deliveries.|HollyXmas5x5]]\n\n[[Insist on going right to the North Pole.|HollyXmas]]\n\n[[Go back inside.|HollyXmas]]

"Oh... fine!" you huff. "Since I don't want to ruin Christmas, even though this has basically ruined mine!"\n\nAll of the reindeer actually look rather sad at that, heads drooping as they look down contritely. You feel a little bad about that... however slick Rudy may act, he obviously cares about Christmas. Sighing, but not quite bringing yourself to apologize just this minute, you instead walk over to the sleigh and climb in. Settling in on the padded leather seat (and, after noticing it nearby on the bench, donning the appropriate Santa hat), you reach forward, awkwardly taking the reins. "Um, I'm guessing you don't actually need me to steer or anything."\n\n"No, no, we've got it," Rudy assures you.\n\n"Where to, then? The next over hoOOUUUUSE?!" you squeal as the reindeer burst into a sprint, curving up and away from your own roof and bringing the sleigh along with them. Luckily after the initial lurch it's surprisingly smooth... though there's a cool breeze blowing over you, it isn't much more than that, which is one thing to be grateful for.\n\n"It doesn't quite work like that, it's more like following a particular path where the magic leads," Rudy calls back over his shoulder. "Besides, going literally house-to-house would bore Santa out of his mind! It helps to mix it up a little!"\n\nWell give thanks for small favors, apparently being Santa Claus doesn't include that sort of drudgery. You peer over the edge of the sleigh and down at the houses and country zipping by below, then settle in, trying to ignore the feeling of a thick shaft flopped against your thigh and the heavy balls resting between your thighs. Geez, how do guys ever stand to go commando?! After a handful of minutes, the reindeer bank downward, pulling the sleigh along until they come to a mostly smooth stop on another roof that miraculously stretches and flattens to accommodate them. Taking a deep breath, you step out of the sleigh, planting your black leather houseshoes on the rooftop. "Do I need to take the...?" You gesture to the large bag on the back of the sleigh.\n\n"No, it will follow you once you're down," Rudy answers. "Okay, a little boy named Dillan lives here. He's a bit mischievous but decent, so he made the Nice list... when the bag arrives it will have all the stuff he's earned this year in it. Though you probably wanna take a minute and use Santavision before you go down."\n\n"Santa... vision?"\n\n"Yeah, y'know, 'he sees you when you're sleeping, he knows when you're awake'? What'd you think he used, hidden cameras? Just concentrate on Dillan and you should have a good idea of what's what."\n\n<hr>\n[[Hm, okay.|HollyXmas5x6]]\n\n[[Sounds stalker-y, no thanks.|HollyXmas]]

That seems very odd. Pulling on a pair of houseshoes, you hurry out of your room and down the stairs. Since you're only intending to take a quick peek, you don't bother with a jacket, instead just hugging yourself a bit as you step out into the snowy night, shivering a little as your nipples quickly harden into pebbles beneath the thin shirt.\n\nYou peer up, frowning a little. It certainly does look like someone or something is on your roof! You glance around and notice that you left the ladder up after putting up one last accent of Christmas lights. Perhaps not thinking your plans all the way through, you grab the rungs and haul yourself up.\n\nYour roof has a fairly steep slope, but for some reason you don't find it particularly cumbersome to step up onto it... in fact it's a bit like a broad, flat plane instead. Dismissing it as an adrenaline high, you make your way over to the other side of the roof to find the intruder... and stare.\n\nThere's a big, shiny red sleigh resting at one end of the roof. And despite the fact that your roof shouldn't necessarily be long enough to accommodate them all, there's a team of reindeer...\n\n... men.\n\nThey're all upright, with well-built chests and broad shoulders. Though they have muzzles and horns and hooves and cream-and-brown fur, they all have lovely expressive eyes in a range of shades, and otherwise seem fairly human in form... most of which is shown off, since all they're wearing are criss-crossing leather straps over their chests with jingle bells attached, and bright red leather briefs that show off the impressive bulges they're packing.\n\nWhile you're still staring and trying to process the presence of thirteen reindeer hunks on your roof (or anywhere at all, for that matter), the one in the lead turns towards you. He looks much like all the others, maybe a bit more slender and sleek. There's a fairly large clue to his identity... his nose is glowing red. It's not bulbous and round like some of the cartoons you've seen, but looks just as soft and smooth and velvety as the others, just... shining. He gives you a rather rakish grin and a bit of a wave.\n\n"Hey there, you must be the lady that lives here, right?"\n\nOnce you've swallowed down the urge to blurt 'You can TALK?!' and managed to nod numbly, he continues. "Well I'm Rudy, and I'm glad you're here. See, Santa's had a bit of an issue and, well..." He gestures, and you turn your head to look. A pair of legs clad in red velvet with white fur trim is sticking out of the top of your chimney, shiny black boots kicking in the air. "It happens about once a year, m'afraid. We'd pull him out, but we're all magically bound to the sleigh... we can't undo our own bindings. Safety reasons, y'know." He turns a bit to show off where a set of leather straps runs from the long beam in front of the sleigh up to attach to the back of his jingle bell harness. "But if you could go back there to the sleigh and untie the main knot, we'd all be able to work together and have the old man out of there in a jiffy. Whaddya say, want to save Christmas?"\n\nYour eyes widen. You... you could save Christmas?! This is all probably a really weird dream, but still, that's so... that's so Christmas movie! Though something makes you hesitate... maybe it's something about 'Rudy's' manner, he kind of reminds you of a few charmingly slick ex-boyfriends who had a propensity for talking you out of your panties even when you were mad at them. You're not entirely sure you trust him...\n\n<hr>\n[[Untie the whole team.|HollyXmas11x1]]\n\n[[Just untie Rudy.|HollyXmas10x1]]\n\n[[Help Santa yourself.|HollyXmas5x3]]

"Ummm, well, why don't I have a try at getting Santa unstuck first?" you suggest. "I mean... I wouldn't want him to get mad at me for touching his sleigh without his permission."\n\n"Hoo boy, you really are a good little girl," Rudy says with a bit of a sigh and exchanging a glance with some of the reindeer behind him. But then he shrugs. "Okay, sure, if you think you can."\n\nYou walk over to the chimney, which luckily isn't that tall... you're able to hop up and scramble up onto the edge of it where Santa is stuck upside-down. At least he stops kicking when one of his legs bumps against you, apparently realizing someone is here to help. It looks like he's stuck just a bit past the belt... you wonder if this is your fault for not having your chimney swept more regularly? Either way, you need to try and get him out now. Or, well, you guess one way to help get him out would be to get him through...\n\n<hr>\n[[Pull.|HollyXmas]]\n\n[[Push.|HollyXmas5x4]]

Good girls should be in bed early on Christmas! ... And your alarm is set for painfully early in the morning for that drive, sigh. Still, you're going with the 'going to sleep so Christmas will get here earlier' explanation because you're just the sort that likes to keep that mindset. You pull on a pair of purple satin pajama pants and a thin white long-sleeved shirt as your pajamas, then crawl under the comforter to snuggle in with your Christmas bear (you buy a new Christmas-themed teddy bear every year... whaaat, it's your tradition!) to go to sleep.\n\nThe next thing you know, you're awake, blinking blearily into the dark of your room. Once your eyes focus, you can see that the clock says it's a few minutes before midnight... well before you meant to wake up. You shift in bed, trying to figure out just what it was that woke you up, when you hear a clatter from above. What the heck? Sitting up a little, you hear some thuds from the ceiling above that sound distinctly like someone walking around up there. Getting out of bed and sliding your feet into your slippers, you grab your robe and pull it on, trying to follow the sounds. As you pass the brick wall that you know is your chimney going up from downstairs, you swear you can hear muffled shouting. What in the world?\n\nAs you get down the hall, though, everything goes quiet. You hesitate, blinking your sleepy eyes. Did you imagine it? It might have been the remnants of a dream or something...\n\n<hr>\n[[Check the roof.|HollyXmas5x2]]\n\n[[Go back to bed.|HollyXmas]]

Unable to help it any longer, you once more push down the front of your pajama pants, the stretchy waistband sliding down and letting your long, fat cock spring free, heavy balls tumbling over the waistband. Wrapping a hand around the shaft, you begin stroking and pumping, unable to help lightly rocking your hips into the strokes. Surrounded by the dim lighting and warmth of the fire and a strange family's Christmas decorations, you shamelessly stroke and jerk your cock, clear dribbles of pre oozing out and trickling down over your fingers.\n\nReaching up, you pull down the scooped cleavage of your shirt, letting your overly fat tits spill out, the fur trim tickling the undersides lightly. Grabbing one breast with your free hand, your fingers sink in and almost disappear as you begin kneading it, just as heedless and excited as the teenage girl no doubt still frantically frigging herself upstairs. Just the thought of her in this state is enough to make Santavision kick in, and you're once more treated to a voyeuristic view of Madelyn, biting her lower lip as she uses one wet fingertip to tease the pucker of her asshole, her other hand rubbing her stiff little clit for all that it's worth.\n\nMuffling your own moans at the sight, you let your lips part, panting harder and harder as you get closer. Seized by a sudden perverse impulse you're powerless to control any more than that to jerk off, you quickly step over to the little side table that's up against the wall, where the plate of plain sugar cookies rest. You let out a loud gasp as that first shuddery, sort of liquid burst of orgasm hits you as you start cumming with your cock for the first time. And there's so much, and all of it feels so good coming out! No guy you've ever been with came like this, incredibly thick splurts of goo that splatter all over the plate of cookies, oozing heavily across the surface of the pale Christmas trees, snowmen, and stars. Your hips jerk, hefty balls swaying and wobbling, tits similarly jiggling as you urge every last drop out and over the cookies.\n\nYou close your eyes, panting and gasping until you can catch your breath. Already feeling a bit ashamed, you open your eyes and look down, then blink in shock. You expected to see a plate of cookies with an utterly lewd mess all over them that you'd have to dump in the trash and hope no one questioned it too much. Instead the massive amount of cum you sprayed all over the plate of cookies seems to have... coated each one individually. It now looks like the sugar cookies have simply had a nice, smooth, thick layer of sugar glaze applied.\n\nYou hesitate... and then that perverse tickle of wickedness hits again. Giggling, you tug up your pants and haul your top back into position, before grabbing the bag and heading for the chimney. Well... Christmas is a day to indulge yourself, right?\n\n<hr>\n[[Game Over.|HollyXmas5xEnd]]

You're kind of curious to see exactly what the facilities for cooking must be like, here. With the sheer number of fighters, and then all the servants and such you've seen moving around on top of that, the facilities must be immense... or maybe provide some sort of hint to the strangeness going on. ... Okay, it's a kind of weak thread, but you figure it's also the place you're least likely to get in trouble for going poking around in if you get caught. You can just play it off as being lured down by the smell and saying you thought that was where the welcome dinner was being held, or something.\n\nYou creep along the passageway, and soon hear the hustle and bustle of a busy kitchen indeed. The sound of metal on metal and heavy blades thunking against wood mingles with occasional snatches of shouted conversation, until you finally spot the flickering of firelight. Edging up to the doorway, you peek in. Hm... it's definitely a big kitchen, and old, everything made of slabs of dark grey stone, with primitive water faucets and what looks like woodburning stoves. There are a good number of white-shirted servants here, all sort of similar-looking, like maybe they're all cousins at the very least, though obviously some of their white shirts display splatters of blood and other food. The only really different one is a large man who rather resembles a pig... not just in his fat belly poking out of his white shirt, but in his slightly upturned nose and flushed pink skin. He's also at least head and shoulders above the rest (literally), a mountainous slab of wobbling fat and, to judge by the way his arms move when he brings that chef's knife down, muscle.\n\n"Start cooking more stock!" he bellows, voice filling the stone room.\n\n"Yes chef!" one of the servants calls, immediately rushing over to start gathering up bones, apparently having known he was being addressed despite the big chef's gaze never wavering from his work.\n\n"Start plating that roast!"\n\n"Yes chef!"\n\n"Get out of my sight!"\n\n"Yes chef!"\n\nWell. He seems to have a pretty good handle on things. You do spot a few things that are odd... like a long rack of colorful bottles that seem to be bubbling lightly even though they're not on heat of any kind. What the heck? Are they cooking with some sort of... magic potion? You're pretty curious now to know whether that's something authentically strange or just some sort of trick mood setting to fit the rubes. How to get a look at it, though...?\n\n<hr>\n[[Sneak over.|HellKore]]\n\n[[Just wander in like it's no big deal.|HellKore]]\n\n[[Wait until everyone leaves.|HellKore6x3]]

You've never had a problem moving as quickly and precisely as you've ever needed to so far... it seems unlikely this will be the one to truly challenge you there. Still, this guy seems supremely confident if he's just leaving out signs that point the way to where he lives, so he might be pretty tricky about trying to lure adventurers to their doom. Deciding to play it more safe than sorry on the trap complexity front, you slide the green potion back into your pouch and quaff the blue one after a quiet "Salud!"\n\nYou set to work, thoughts flowing freely, identifying each trap and the multiple layers of it as you work. About twenty minutes in, you disarm a rune... then swear as another one instantly begins a countdown. You do your best to hurry through the stages necessary to disarm it, but it's a short countdown and the process is intricate, and you see a bright flash of red right before it goes off.\n\nYour desperately-moving fingers twitch and still, going cold and then completely numb. In horror, you try to yank yourself back, but find that your entire body has gone stiff and immobile. "Oh crap," you murmur, only able to move your face, leaving you watching in wide-eyed horror as a line of grey color starts sweeping up your arms, along with that numbness. "Oh crap, oh shit!" you cry, trying futilely to pull away as the rough grey stone spreads to your chest and down, moving beneath your armor. You feel the cold wash of it move across your pussy and even inside your ass before those two go numb, your legs quickly following.\n\n"Oh shi-!" And then it's moved up your throat, silencing you, though your lips still move in exclamations and pleadings for a few moments before the stone covers your head, freezing your expression in one of fear and helplessness.\n\nOops.\n\n<hr>\n[[Game Over.|GGRogue7xEnd]]

Pft, what's the point of giving yourself near cheat-level stats if you're going to bother with silly shit like tactics and planning? Smirking, you march right up to the saloon-style door and announce yourself by kicking it in. "TIFA! HOLY FUCK!" you shout to announce yourself, stepping in and swinging the rifle around, looking for your target. You quickly enough spot Tifa across the room at the bar, looking at you in shock, and let autoaim take over, your finger already pulling the trigger.\n\nBut your overly exuberant entrance alerted more than just Tifa, and several of the nearby men seated at a table throw themselves at you, knocking you to the side. With the rifle going askew and Tifa starting to dodge, the crackling electromagnetic ball barely wings her shoulder, most of it send wobbling off course to strike the surface of the bar and dissipate. Snarling, you shove the men off of you, but more are trying to jump you now, enough of them grabbing for the rifle that they're actually able to yank it out of your hands. You knee one in the side and drive him off, swinging around to smack another in the jaw... and wind up doing little more than clearing the line of fire for the youngish redheaded man who aims the rifle at you and pulls the trigger.\n\n'I knew I should have made those things only work for the Bounty Hunters!' you curse internally at the thumping impact against your tits and the feeling of something tingly crawling up your skin and along your neck, sort of like a cross between goosebumps and ants. You give your head a shake and stagger back a little, thinking that you need to use the recall code to get out of here, but... wait, how did that go again? It's getting hard to think...\n\nYour eyes widen in realization, and horror sends a cold rush of water down your spine... before it's suddenly gone, warmed and washed away on a gentle breeze of feeling positive and optimistic. You feel stress bleeding out of your muscles as you lower your hands, smiling at the scowling and confused bar patrons and a blinking, also vaguely smiling Tifa. You just... feel really good. Like all the weight of thinking you were worthwhile or mattered in any way has been lifted off of your shoulders. \n\n"Who are you? What are you doing here?" one of the men demands of you.\n\n"Oh, I'm just a slut, I think," you reply airily, smiling at him and his shocked expression. "The most likely reason I came here is to suck cock and get fucked," you continue, completely retracting your suit, your huge tits wobbling free and your mostly-stiff prick jutting out in front of you. The crowd around you looks a mingling of aroused and a bit uncertain because of that meaty member, but you've little doubt they'll get over it and put you to the use you were intended. In fact, noticing one of them nearby sporting a rather obvious hardon, you kneel down in front of him and open up his pants. "Here, since this is all I'm good for, let me take care of it," you announce cheerfully, fishing out his stiff cock and starting to stroke it as you smile up at him.\n\nMost of the men are staring at you now, but then a lot of them glance over at Tifa nervously, obviously expecting her to have something to say about this. But it appears that while the full load of nanites didn't hit, at least enough did to cause a few behavioral changes, because she's already got her top pulled up to bare her own large, stiff-nippled tits, and is stroking off two men close to her, both of them moaning and trembling at what's no doubt a dream come true. "I don't know about 'all I'm good for', but I sure am in the mood to get fucked too," she announces with a smile, winking at the gawking crowd.\n\nOf course most of them quickly move to surround Tifa, unzipping and urging their own cocks towards her, even as they reach out to rub and squeeze her tits, tug up her skirt and do the same to her ass, one daring soul even pulling the crotch of her panties aside and sliding two fingers into her already dripping pussy. But with the clump around the barmaid quickly becoming a solid wall, more of the men overcome whatever trepidation they have about you being some unknown futanari villainess and approach you, cocks jutting towards your face in your kneeling position. You start stroking and pumping them with your hands, alternating between that and turning your head to suck at them, leaning in to lick at their balls, occasionally shaking your tits for them since obviously your tits are one of the only worthwhile things about you.\n\nOf course soon enough both you and Tifa are being bent over tables, the newly slutty martial artist moaning as one of the late teenagers in the bar pumps into her pussy and occasionally delivers a resounding spank to her ass, obviously taking out years of pent-up frustration at her unintentional cockteasing. You meanwhile are getting pounded by an older guy, his fingers sinking into your tits as he squeezes and kneads them, hard enough you can feel his wedding ring, his prick pistoning into your pucker and his balls slapping against your own, making you moan as he fucks you. "Nnnnh, thank you for using my hole since it's all I'm good for," you moan out, doing your best to thank him by bucking your hips back and getting him deeper inside. Soon enough he's groaning and spilling his load inside you, using you like the worthless cumdump that you are, pulling out only to be immediately replaced by another horny hard-up drunk who's no doubt only fucking you because he's too turned-on to wait for Tifa. 'It's only proper that I let them use me if they can't fuck the hole they really want to fuck,' you think with a long moan.\n\nThe trains being run on you and Tifa of course quickly dissolve into gangbangs, Tifa with a cock in each hole and eagerly working her hips up and down between them as she sucks off another, you with two dicks in your ass and another married man's balls in your mouth, moaning against his sack as your dick drips pre onto your belly. As the evening wears on and the liquor from the now-open bar flows, the sex only gets wilder and more eager, and the men more adventurous. At first it's one hesitantly reaching down to jerk you off as he uses your ass like a fleshlight, satisfying his curiosity by tugging and stroking you until you cum. And then it's a mouth closing around your prick while two other men are fucking your ass, tentatively licking and sucking the mingled pre and cum collected on your cockhead. But by the end of it you're balls-deep in that redheaded teenager's ass, the thrusts of an older redhead that must be his father driving you against him as he fucks your own tight rear hole, all three of you moaning and writhing as your balls slap together, your tits pressing against the son's back as the father spanks you and correctly calls you a worthless shemale whore.\n\nBy the end of it you're laying sprawled on the floor, naked and completely covered in cum. The men all gather around you, only half-hard cocks in their hands, sneering down at you as they start letting loose with a veritable thunderstorm of piss, hot and dark yellow from all the beer and booze. It rains down over your flopped prick, your balls, your six-pack stomach, your huge, heaving tits. Tifa even smirkingly directs the father and son pair's dicks with her hands, aiming them right into your open mouth, piss quickly filling it before you swallow and open wide again for them. If they want to use you as a toilet, it is of course one of the only things you're good for, you should be honored to receive their piss.\n<<set %capfail += 1>>\n<hr>\n[[Fade to black.|Capture-LossSelect]]

Giving a low moan, you lean in towards the pigman and begin tonguing his huge balls, slurping and sucking at them sluttishly while looking up at him, drawing back just enough to murmur, "Then I want to be your sow, Master."\n\nThe turkeyman backs away as the pig grunts in a pleased manner, smirking down at you. "That right, whore? You want to be my little glazed ham?"\n\n"Ohhhh yes, Master, please," you groan, nuzzling up under his balls to let them rest on your face and licking at his sweaty taint.\n\nSnorting and giving a few light oinks, the pigman just lets you worship him with your tongue for a few more moments before he pulls away. Laying on his back on the floor, he tucks his hands behind his head, watching you lazily as he announces, "Well, I'm not doing the work, so you better show what a good sow you'll be!"\n\nYou eagerly climb atop his prick, sinking it into your well-fucked pussy and shaking your hips as you glide all the way down on him. Running your hands luxuriously over his fat belly, you begin bouncing and working yourself over his cock in the hopes of maximizing his pleasure while he does absolutely nothing but give you a smug, condescending look. Your cunt already fluttering and squeezing around him at the idea of being treated like that every day for the rest of forever, you begin bouncing even harder, starting to snort with eagerness as your nose turns upward and your ears grow, getting floppier as they get longer at the tops. Your big, bouncing tits begin to grow larger, and at the same time floppier, as another set starts growing in beneath them... and another below that, little sprouts of nipples starting to push outward into fat, floppy tits as well. The bottom set soon grows large enough to jiggle against the top of your belly as it too grows, pudging out and putting on an extra layer of fat.\n\nYour already generous ass begins slapping against the pigman's lap with louder impacts as it too grows fatter and rounder, jiggling and shaking with even more energy than before, even as a little pink curlicue tail begins pushing out above it. Pink spreads out from the base of the tail, gradually covering your body as you pound yourself on your pig mate's prick, your pink piggy pussy gobbling it up like it was slop. Your eyes roll up in your head, your tongue lolling out with an idiotic smile on your muzzle as your nose pushes outward into it. Your hands come up to rub against your tits, running up and down over all three pairs even as your fingers fuse into two and a thumb on each hand, nails turning into hard hooves tipping each one. \n\n"Squeeee! Squeeee!" you squeal out happily, settling into oinks and moans between your squeals as you ride your mate's powerful pig pole. Reaching back you give your fat pink ass a few good slaps to make sure it shakes against his lap, looking down at him with pure adoring lust on your stupid pig face as you bounce atop him. Finally he gives a low, snorting grunt as his prick starts gushing inside you, making you throw back your head and give a long, loud squeal as the last of your attachment to your human life leaves you.\n\nYou have become a fuckpig. Happy Thanksgiving.\n\n<hr>\n[[The end.|HollyNov1axEnd]]

"Mm, eliminating the uniforms seems like a really big step. Parents have paid for those uniforms already, plus they're a part of the school identity, and they help get students ready for professional workplace behavior," you counter after a moment's thought. "I think it's best that we keep them for now. We'll do some opinion polls of both parents and students, maybe the teachers too, to see what they think, then revisit the issue later."\n\n"I see." Ryoko raises one slender eyebrow just slightly, but brings her tablet back around and taps at it. "The next issue our Mistress wished to be addressed is school detentions. Currently, detentions are issued for any infraction of the school rules, and consist of the students sitting in a classroom while the teacher with detention duty that day reads one of several scripted lectures on proper behavior."\n\nYou can't help but make a little bit of a face. That sounds truly awful... it would certainly be punishment via boredom, but otherwise you can't see much good in it.\n\n"Now, the teachers like this system because only one of them has to attend to it, leaving the others free to do paperwork or go home, and the parents like it because they always know exactly when students with detention will get out and it has the appearance of discipline. Our Mistress, however, would prefer that detention be eliminated entirely. Perhaps replaced with mild scoldings, or to throw parents a bone, perhaps a 'demerit' system that actually has no teeth."\n\n<hr>\n[[Eliminate detention.|HelenJP]]\n\n[[Well, if the teachers and parents already like it...|HelenJP6x2]]

"I don't know, if the teachers and parents like this system, it seems a shame to get rid of it, especially when both are likely to be unhappy with that. Besides, if it gives teachers more time to focus on the more important work of actually educating, it can't be that bad of a system." You put on the sort of smile you've seen other administrators use when they're making the best of a bad situation. "We'll take some time writing more interesting and sincere lectures instead. That should improve things a little."\n\n"I see." Ryoko just stares at you for a long moment, then turns her dark gaze back to her tablet. "The last item on our Mistress's agenda for today is the teaching staff. Many of them are old and mired in traditionalist ways, enforcing as much conformity as possible, and many of the younger teachers have followed their example. Our Mistress would really prefer that all of them be fired and replaced by an entirely new teaching staff... but, considering your previous aversion to such large upsets," she continues in a dry tone. "We could instead replace them more selectively, the teachers who are closest to retirement anyway or have the lowest class scores. That would be roughly a third of the teaching staff, so you would still see some of your dreaded parent upset... but not that much of it."\n\n<hr>\n[[Alright, replace some of the teachers.|HelenJP]]\n\n[[No, no, we can't!|HelenJP6x3]]

"I just think the first week of my being principal is too early for that kind of upset," you say firmly with a shake of your head. "I imagine some of those teachers taught our current students's parents... they might still have close ties with them. If some of them are close to retirement anyway, they might take it any time now, it's not so bad to wait it out. At least, let's revisit that option next month."\n\n"Yes. Next month," Ryoko answers rather coolly. "Well, I believe that's all for now, Patissier-san. I'll let you get back to work." She turns and strides out of the office, shutting your door behind her with a weirdly final-sounding click. Hm.\n\nStill, you do have a lot of work to do, so you get to it. You spend much of the morning going over records, denying various requests from the student body as not feasible due to funding or lacking support from the staff, that sort of thing. The afternoon is spent writing some new detention lectures, which you pass along to Ryoko, asking her to make copies and distribute them to the teachers to seek their approval on whether they're up to standard. She's silent the entire time, merely nodding and looking at you intently. Hm, is that her style of obeying authority? Mildly disconcerting, but you suppose you'll get used to it.\n\nYou return home relatively promptly at quitting time, ordering in dinner as usual and sitting down to write up some copy to accompany the upcoming opinion polls to the teachers and parents. However, shortly after you finish eating, you begin to feel intensely sleepy... it actually becomes something of a struggle to get up and make your way into the bedroom. You didn't think you were that tired from your day of work! You drop onto your bed fully-clothed and promptly pass out.\n\nWhen you come to, you find yourself laying on a cold, smooth metal floor, the chill seeping into your muscles since there's nothing between them and said floor but your skin. Alarmed but still feeling weak, you push yourself up and stare blearily around. It takes a few moments for things to come into focus, but once they do the first thing they focus on is Katsuko Kinomoto, standing there in one of her lovely little short kimonos, while next to her stands Ryoko, wearing a similar one in black and shades of grey, both of them looking down at you rather disdainfully.\n\n"I'm so disappointed in you," Katsuko intones gravely, a hand resting on her jutted-out hip as she shakes her head. "I thought you were someone who cared about your students and their education... but when given power, like so many others before you, you forgot <i>why</i> you were given power and focused only on keeping it by pleasing those you thought could take it from you, and ignoring those you believed were powerless before you. But you forgot the most important thing in this situation... <b>I</b> gave you power, not the parents, not the teachers, and now I'm taking it away."\n\n"What are you...?" you try to get out, only to have your arm seized by a cute woman in an attractive maid's uniform who steps in from behind you, grabbing your arm and pressing a pressure injector to your wrist. "Ow!" you yelp, more in shock than in pain at the sensation, rubbing the spot once the maid releases your hand. "What have you done? Why is-" You cut off with a gasp as you feel intense heat spreading out from the injection point, taking only seconds to make your entire body feel like it's made of molten metal. You drop forward onto your hands, breathing hard, huge tits wobbling beneath you and cock dangling down between your thighs.\n\n"An old project of a genetics research company I acquired," Katsuko explains dryly, watching with amusement as both your breasts and your dick start to shrink, your whole body seeming to gradually contract. "A misguided and, frankly, offensive one aimed at dealing with Japanese society's rejection of non-Japanese immigrant workers. It did, however, theoretically present a valuable jumping-off point for various other technologies, so I had it finished out... and in this case, the original thing has its uses as well, with some slight alterations."\n\nYour fingers curl against the metal floor as you let out a cry, the feeling of your whole body shifting and altering somewhere between incredibly painful and amazingly pleasurable, to the point that both have almost become the same thing. You can feel your tits and cock continuing to shrink away, your boobs getting smaller, firmer, and perkier with every moment, your dick simply getting tinier by the moment, even as your crotch puffs out and once again opens into a pussy. You can feel your muscles contracting, especially in your ass, the round curves of it and your thighs tugging taut and growing lighter and sleeker. Amidst it all you even notice your ponytail dangling down beside your head darkening, becoming first dishwater blonde, then brown, then a deep, lustrous black, growing down towards the floor and becoming thicker, eventually spilling out of the scrunchy as your hair hits the floor.\n\nEventually the feeling of your body changing tapers off, and soon the strange, intense heat fades as well, leaving you panting and dripping sweat onto the floor. You stare at your hands, which have become smaller and somewhat daintier, and are also a pale golden color rather than the soft pinkish beige you're used to. You raise your head to look up at Katsuko and Ryoko, both of them smirking at you, dark eyes glittering.\n\n"There's a mirror right there," Katsuko says genially, sweeping a hand to one side. "Take a look."\n\n<hr>\n[[Look in the mirror.|KyokoStart]]

You're too caught up in what you're doing to take even a moment to do anything else. You plunge your mouth back over the corncob, practically facefucking yourself on it. You rock your whole body back and forth as you slurp and suck at the glass-hard bumpy length, shaking your ass like a whore without a single bit of shame. Your moans and audible gulps begin to be interspersed with quags as the corncob presses more firmly at the back of your throat, but you press insistently on until it slides right inside. God, deepthroating a real cock never got you this turned on! Your fingers work your clit in a hard, unrelenting flurry, much more intensely than you'd ever normally do to yourself, but now it just gets you off again and again, your hips jerking every time you cum.\n\nThough you don't notice, the moment the corncob slides into your throat is when the change begins. You're much too distracted by sucking on the corncob just as lewdly as you can to notice as your body begins to stiffen, muscles getting tighter and harder to move. Your legs slide apart until they're forming a wide arc, one that would normally be uncomfortable to stand in, but now seems natural to you. There's a low rustling noise from beneath your clothes, bits of straw starting to poke out from the edges of your sleeves and the bottom of your shirt. For a minute or so you don't even notice as the slick, drooling flesh of your pussy starts to change under your hand, turning into tightly-packed lines of smooth fibers with little rough patches.\n\nThe corncob pops from your mouth again, but this time unwillingly as your stiffening body forces you to stand upright. Actually noticing what's happening to you for the first time, you look down at yourself with alarm. Your arms unfurl out to the sides as they stiffen, sticking straight out so that you're in a sort of star shape, wobbling unsteadily on your feet, unable to move yourself for balance. "What's happeni-?!" you try to shout, only to find that your lips won't part again. You can feel them pressing together tightly, and some new pressure looping through and around parts of them. As the pattern of pressure continues and your lips press more tightly together, you have a horrifying suspicion what's happening... that your mouth is now not only stitched closed, but is itself turning into a stitched line!\n\nYou can still look down, the stiffness not affecting your neck... in fact, your head seems to loll in place a bit, as if not secured nearly as tightly as the rest of you. You can feel more than see the way your muscles and skin are changing, though you catch a glimpse of where one sleeve has been pushed up past the wrist from having been down your pants. The skin turns yellow and then bumpy, and finally takes on the obvious look of tightly-shaped strands of straw, packed together and bound into shape at the wrist. Your hand puffs up, the skin turning grey and bumpy, until seams appear along it and the fingers flop limply, having become a pair of workgloves shoved on the end of your straw arms. You watch as your breasts swell slightly, but also take on a lumpy shape, pressing out against your shirt as if they'd grown thicker and wider around, but flatter on top and bottom. Though you can still feel them, you can also feel them being pressed against your packed-straw chest, and you realize what's happened... they've turned into a pair of pumpkins, being held in place only by being stuffed in the cups of your bra. You're distracted briefly from your tits by some of your hair drifting in front of your face, but it's now thick, uneven strands... brown yarn, not even cut into the same length.\n\nYou wobble in place, then topple over backwards, thumping to the ground, as much a scarecrow as the one now looming above you. You know you should be terrified, still trying to scream with horror, but it's difficult to even form a coherent thought. It's like your brain has been replaced with a lump of rags... well, maybe it has, you have to consider. It's not even clear how you can think or feel anything at all, since you've obviously been turned into a collection of straw, burlap, and yarn. (Oh, and pumpkins.)\n\nThough your thoughts are numbed, you can still feel shock as the scarecrow hops down from its pole, leaving an empty nail sticking out of the wood. Using a swaying gait, he closes the few steps to you, then bends down and reaches for your waist. His gloves at least seem mobile enough that he can manipulate the buttons, undoing your fly and then tugging your jeans and panties down. Your crotch, once bared, has no semblance of female anatomy left... just a bunch of straw shaped and packed into the shape of a crotch so that there can be somewhere to attach your legs. That apparently doesn't bother the scarecrow... he flops down atop you, then reaches down with one of those floppy gloved hands and guides his corncob into position. It pushes into the straw with a low rustling noise, arbitrarily finding a place to part the packed strands, and yet it still feels <i>amazing</i>. You'd moan if your mouth weren't a stitched line across your burlap face as he slides the bumpy length into you, a few strands snapping here and there with little bursts of pleasure. He begins using an awkward humping motion, apparently of limited articulation even if he can move, his motions inhuman and strange, matching the look of that horrific burlap face wobbling and wagging above yours. But with the pleasure flooding your body, all the way from your solid straw crotch to your ripe pumpkin tits, you yearn for more of that face, knowing it now as your lord and master's.\n\nThe scarecrow humps away at your still, unmoving form for what must be hours. You never really have what you'd call a climax, just a long, building pleasure that gets better and better the longer he pounds his corncob into your body. But as the moon begins to wane in the sky, he finally pulls out of you, leaving nothing but a slight gaping area between some straw to indicate where you were fucked. He yanks your pants and panties back into place over your narrow straw hips, then grabs you around the waist and effortlessly lifts you up, carrying you towards a second pole that you never noticed before. He raises you high and then thunks you into place, the nail catching in the back of your shirt and letting you dangle in place, your splayed humanoid form swaying back and forth slightly a few times before coming to rest. You watch as your scarecrow lover moves to pick up his hat and plunk it back onto his burlap sack of a head, before leaping back up onto his own nail.\n\nYou stare out over the pumpkin patch, your mind strangely clear and dull at the same time. You're still numb to the impossibility, the horror of what's happened to you, but you <i>are</i> clearheaded enough to understand that this is a view you're going to have a long, long time to contemplate.\n\n<hr>\n[[Game Over.|WilmaHaunt1xEnd]]

Doing your best to put the hat out of your mind, you step up closer to the scarecrow, enough to be able to reach its jeans pockets... its waist is about at the height of your chest with how it's hung up on the post, so it's not exactly a difficult reach. Trying to ignore the way it seems to loom above you due to the tilt its at, its arms stretched wide as if it were going to jump on you at any moment.\n\nYou try to wriggle your hand into one of its front pockets, but find your angle's bad and the haphazard stuffing makes it too lumpy to get your hand fully inside. Deciding to change tactics, you set your maglite down against a nearby pumpkin so that it's angled upwards towards the scarecrow, still giving you a decent amount of light. Then you straighten back up and start patting the scarecrow down as if checking him for weapons, actually looking for any little hard lumps that might be a key. As you're moving your hands around, your thumbs do brush against something solid... but definitely not small and key-like. You pause, actually staring for a moment as for the first time you notice a distinct bulge in the scarecrow's crotch. You quickly look upward at that ragged, leering face... but no, the shape of that bag, there's no way an actual human head could fit in there, and you could feel for yourself how much the straw and rags gave under your hands when you were patting, flesh and blood wouldn't do that.\n\nStill, you can't really deny that there's now a distinct, lengthy bulge under the denim... though admittedly you simply might not have noticed it before, due to the angle of the light. Somehow this makes you really nervous, though, after all, what <i>if</i>...\n\nAs much to settle your nerves as satisfy your curiosity, you reach up to find the pulltab of the scarecrow's zipper. You tug at it a few times, not that surprised that it's stuck... then let out a rush of nervous laughter. The sheer ridiculousness of what you're doing helps ease your worry a little... here you are trying to undo a scarecrow's pants in the middle of a pumpkin patch! You glance around, grinning... and the sight of the dark, overgrown field, the thick mist roiling through, and the way the sound of your laughter is almost swallowed whole by the silence quickly saps your cheer. Turning back to what you were doing, you give the pulltab a little wiggle and a yank, finally managing to slide it down.\n\nWith a bit of tugging at the flaps, the thing making the bulge flops out... and you let out another short bleat of laughter. It's a corncob! Apparently you were getting all nervous over the scarecrow maker's sense of humor. It's been dried, probably before it was ever attached to the densely-packed straw forming the scarecrow's hips, the kernels forming smooth, hard, almost glassy-looking beads of brown and dark yellow over its entire surface. It's surprisingly whole and clean, almost more like a bit of folk art than just your average dried-out vegetable. You don't really realize you've been staring at it for awhile until you also realize your hand's come up and you're stroking your fingertips up and down along the bumpy-smooth surface.\n\nYou yank your hand away, wondering how your mind wandered that far, but now you find another image worming its way in there... of you leaning forward and taking the corncob into your mouth like it was an actual dick, working it with your tongue and sucking on it. You blink at just how strong the imagery is... a bit of a passing silly fancy is one thing, but you could almost feel the little dried kernels on your tongue for a moment. The image isn't really going away, either, you find yourself just staring at the vegetable jutting from the fly of the jeans as if transfixed...\n\n<hr>\n[[Give in and suck on it a little, what could it hurt?|WilmaHaunt1x5]]\n\n[[Obviously this place is weirding you out way too much, you should rejoin the others.|WilmaHauntPlaceholder]]

Why not be a little wild and weird? you tell yourself, raising your hand and stroking the corncob more firmly this time, letting it turn into a real caress. Besides, it's not like anyone will ever know. You do glance around to make sure of that, but now that you've justified your strange urge to yourself, you feel somehow that there's no going back. You lean forward, giving the tip of the cob a lick, expecting it to taste dusty or mildewy... but there's hardly any flavor at all. There is a faint corn taste, but you're not sure if that's real or just your brain filling it in because you expect it to be there. You give another lick, then roll your tongue around the tip, feeling the hard, smooth little buds on the different sides of your tongue, before finally sliding your lips over the tip and starting to bob up and down a little. Your eyes wander up to the scarecrow's mask, cheeks blushing as you imagine it's leering down at you.\n\nStill, you keep going, bobbing your head back and forth, even working your tongue over the underside of the corncob as if it were a real cock. You're really surprised how turned-on this is getting you, your nipples pressing hard against the inside of your bra, a growing insistent heat and yearning between your legs. You close your eyes, letting the corncob press against the inside of your cheek before you turn your head back to take it down far enough to make you gag slightly. Without really thinking about it, one of your hands moves down to undo the top button of your jeans, the other gripping the scarecrow's pole for balance. You slip a hand under your jeans and the front of your panties to start eagerly stroking over your absolutely sodden pussy, your fingers working your clit every so often to make you moan around the bumpy length between your lips. Every so often you open your eyes and roll them upward to look at the burlap sack of the scarecrow's face, imagining it telling you what a good little cocksucker you are as it smirks down at you with its stitches-and-nuts smile.\n\nYou slip the corncob out of your mouth, panting with your tongue jutting out, your breath turning to fog in the cold night air. God, you feel like such a weirdo slut doing this, and that feeling is <i>amazing</i>. You keep working your pussy with your fingers beneath the layer of cloth, feeling how soaked you are, then giving a full-throated moan as you get yourself off to a small orgasm. Your body shudders and you squeeze the pole tightly, your denim-clad ass wiggling in the air. Fuck, for whatever reason you decided to suck this scarecrow's corncob cock, it feels way too good to stop.\n\n<hr>\n[[Just keep going, don't wait for anything, deepthroat that fucker!|WilmaHaunt1x6]]\n\n[[Get naked, that can only make it more exciting!|WilmaHauntPlaceholder]]

Deciding to check the pumpkin patch more out of curiosity and a sense of adventure than any real belief that you'll find a key to the house, you set off through the low-hanging fog, your footsteps mingling the halfhearted crunch of partially dry leaves and partially wet grass as you walk.\n\nAs you approach, you notice that the pumpkin patch is much bigger than it looked from closer to the house... in fact it stretches almost as far as you can see, once you're standing on the edge of it. Of course part of how far you can see is affected by the fact that the closer to the center of the pumpkin patch, the bigger the pumpkins are, including some truly immense ones that look practically person-sized. Amazing how they've grown so big unattended! At least, you assume they must be unattended... unless some farmer is using this place as his secret competition pumpkin breeding grounds. The ground is covered in a winding, chaotic web of vines and leaves, with bushes and scrub jutting up from amidst the round orange gourds here and there where they lay singly or in small clumps.\n\nThough you came over here with the idea of something fun, memories of Linus waiting for the Great Pumpkin in your head, there's something deeply unnerving about the patch now that you're here. There's something... not right... in the air. You grip the maglite with both hands as some bird suddenly squawks from off in the forest, the deep, ringing caw of some variety of crow. You immediately try to slow your quickened breathing and racing heart... you are a rational person, a "spooky feeling" is no reason to panic. Just because you search for ghosts and monsters doesn't mean you really believe they're out there ready to jump on you at any moment, it just means you believe they're theoretically possible.\n\nFor no good reason, that helps calm you down a bit, and you take a more measuring look around the patch. There are some old, mostly rotted wooden posts and fallen boards, with pumpkins on all sides of them... obviously all that's left of the fence that once marked the pumpkin patch's original borders. You could always [[check the posts|WilmaHauntPlaceholder]] to see if someone nailed a key to one of them, that's something farmers do sometimes, right? Looking into the patch proper, you spot a [[scarecrow|WilmaHaunt1x3]] hanging on an old, somewhat tilted post... hm, keeping a spare housekey in a scarecrow's pants pocket would actually be pretty clever! Deeper into the patch, amongst some of the really big pumpkins, you actually do a doubletake as you spot an unlit [[jack-o-lantern|WilmaHaunt2x1]], its dark, empty triangle eyes and jagged leer seeming to stare right at you. That can't be a <i>real</i> jack-o-lantern carved by anyone living here... it would have gone bad and rotted away to nothing ages ago! Hm, maybe that means it's one of those ceramic ones... which means, again, it would be a great place to hide a key.

The scarecrow seems like a good bet to you, it's not <i>too</i> obvious but it's a nice visible landmark all the same, seems like a great place to hide a key to you. Alternating between keeping your flashlight on the scarecrow and sweeping it down to illuminate the ground in front of you, you begin picking your way over vines, through leaves, and around scrub bushes to make your way there. From this distance, all you can really tell is that the scarecrow is one of those sorts with a bag for a head and a broad-brimmed hat set atop that bag, with stuffed work clothes dangling off its support struts.\n\nThe closer you get, the more obvious it becomes that someone really meant the <i>scare</i> part of this scarecrow... either that or they were just really bad with sewing and choosing materials. Its eyes and mouth are formed out of dark stitches, the eyes uneven circles giving it an unbalanced look even if its head weren't stuffed somewhat lopsidedly. Metal nuts have apparently been used to simulate teeth in its crooked, shallow smile, making the stitched line look even more uneven and broken, the wobbly, uncentered nature of the features making it seem to leer out from beneath its weather-stained brown leather hat. Its equally dirty and rain-worn shirt used to be plaid flannel, the shape of some of the stains indicating that it was someone's actual work shirt for a long time, as well as giving the scarecrow a rather unnervingly human aspect, as if it had finished working in the field before hopping up on its pole for the night. Jutting from between buttons and the ends of its sleeve are a mixture of pieces of straw and dirty rags... looks like its creator wasn't particularly picky about getting it stuffed, especially to judge by the fact that the canvas work gloves sewn to the ends of the sleeves hang flapping and empty. The worn, faded blue jeans are similarly stuffed in a lopsided and halfhazard manner, the metal buckle of its belt long since rusted into a solid brown-red piece... it's amazing it hasn't just fallen off and turned to dust, or that the clothes haven't rotted away, or at least the heavy workboots the pants legs are stuffed down haven't fallen to the ground. Instead the whole scarecrow is pretty well intact, grinning macabrely down at you as you approach.\n\nYou're not sure if you jostle it somehow as you get close or if it was just a sudden breeze that you didn't quite feel, but its hat suddenly topples off and hits the ground, rolling a short distance on its brim before flopping right-side-up in the dirt. Without it the scarecrow looks far less human, the burlap of its sack head visible in the light of the moon and your flashlight, the full lumpiness of its melon shown off... and yet you can't decide if that makes it less creepy, or moreso. In fact part of you is convinced that it might actually look a little angry about losing its hat... but no, that's ridiculous, it's just a bunch of straw and rags stuffed inside discarded, unwanted clothes.\n\nStill...\n\n<hr>\n\n[[Pick up the hat.|WilmaHauntPlaceholder]]\n[[Just search its pants for the key.|WilmaHaunt1x4]]

"Let's split up and look for a way in!" you suggest, Ted giving his enthusiastic support to the idea. He and his sister head off in one direction, while Skinny and Woolly head off in another, Skinny groaning something about forest monsters as he goes. Well, that leaves you on your own, it would seem. It happens like that sometimes, but you are generally capable of taking care of yourself... especially considering the nice hefty maglite you pull out of the van, hefting it with a practiced motion before turning it on. Ted and Tanya both have their own forms of light (though half the time you suspect they just use their cellphones), while Skinny's probably just staggering around in the dark... for someone who professes to hate being scared so much, he sure doesn't do much to alleviate the scary circumstances.\n\nAnd it <i>is</i> pretty danged creepy out here, you've gotta admit. Though a lot of the mist in the area is low-hanging, not quite coming up to your knees, the flashlight's beam illuminates the thinner cloud of it that drifts all the way into the treetops, making it seem like smoke is clinging to the pillar of light the electric torch generates. The brilliant beam illuminates everything it touches sharply, with everything outside of it becoming a bit blurrier and indistinct, like the world was beginning to fade away outside of the little safe zone it generates. The effect is just almost shiver-inducing enough that you consider turning the flashlight off and just using the moon to try and see by, but you quickly disregard that notion... it's a cloudy night and the place is surrounded by tall, gnarled old trees that could wind up blocking the moon out completely at any given moment, plunging you into closet-like darkness.\n\nTaking a few deep breaths and mentally doing some math to steady your nerves, you calmly assess what you can see from here, and what you might use to get into the house. There is, of course, [[the front door|WilmaHaunt4x1]]... you could always give it a try, though you'd feel a little silly if it worked after telling everyone to split up like that. Around one corner of the house you spot a pair of [[cellar doors|WilmaHauntPlaceholder]]... it might have an entrance to the house proper as well, if you can get down there. There's a [[creepy old tool shed|WilmaHauntPlaceholder]] decaying in one corner of what probably used to be the maintained yard... there might be a spare key in there, or if you get particularly desperate, something to snap a lock with. Further out in an area with few trees, indicating it was probably a maintained area too at one time, there seems to be a large [[pumpkin patch|WilmaHaunt1x2]] with a handful of particularly impressive orange gourds visible even from here... you've seen people keep spare keys in stranger places, but besides that, you're mostly out here to have fun, and wandering around in the spookiest pumpkin patch you've ever seen would definitely make for an interesting blog entry.

Logically, the curse itself might be easier to appease than the demon that placed it. It does seem to kind of have some sort of reason already... it lays off whenever you're actively working to satisfy it, so hopefully it would comprehend the concept of "I'll get you what you want later", and be more willing to indulge it than the demon. ... Maybe.\n\nThis time you do a bit more reading in the book on the subject, and while there's nothing specific, you do get the general sense that's so... once the curse was given its own agency, it would be more likely to cooperate with you in getting its wants satisfied. Maybe. Of course if it decided to be <i>un</i>cooperative you'd have just made it worse, but you guess you'd still be able to bargain with it. Seems, at worse, a lateral move overall, so you're willing to give it a try.\n\nYou head back upstairs and clean yourself up a bit. Unable to quite face the possibility of seeing another evil profane creature half-naked you don some jeans as well, before heading back into your mother's office and going through much the same process as yesterday, albeit obviously using the different spell circle for this new particular ritual. Once you're finished, you double and triple check... not that having everything done properly (as far as you can tell) actually saved you last time (as far as you can tell), but yeah consider you a bit paranoid. 'God I hope this isn't a stupid fucking idea,' you think as you move to the side of the circle indicated in the text, rereading the incantation several times to make sure you get it right.\n\n"Drec ec tavehedamo y cdibet vilgehk etay! E lmaynmo fuh'd pa cydecveat ihdem E kad so cdibet pedlr rumac nybat yht kybat!"\n\nYou sag as you feel a heavy weight all over your body, almost bringing you to your knees, and then similarly almost stumble right into the circle as that weight suddenly yanks forward off of you, barely able to stop yourself before crossing the sealing line as you watch something vague and dark fly forward to hover briefly over the center of the inner circle. Then it seems to... pop? spread? separate? explode? maybe all at once, and suddenly the circle is practically swarming with small, furry forms, practically crawling all over each other and bumping chaotically against the invisible barrier of the circle, making numerous animalistic noises that churn together into something you could only call "black noise", sending a disgusted shudder down your spine. They all look like shorter, wingless versions of the demon you summoned before, like they'd probably come up to about your hip (including the low rise of their horns) at the most, though you can tell from several of them that are pressed up against the outside of the circle that they're still proportionately hung like the demon was, making their limp black equine cocks about the same size as a normal guy's, maybe a bit bigger. It's impossible to tell how many there are, since they're crowded into the circle and constantly moving, and you're not sure if they're even constrained to physical space entirely.\n\n"Yes, yes, I am brought forth, I am made manifest," the creatures speak all at the same time and in perfect sync, making you shudder again. "The bearer has brought me forth. Do you wish to bargain directly, bearer? Do you wish to appease directly, bearer?"\n\n"I... y-yeah," you answer, trying to grab hold of some of your calm, and at least straighten your back. "I want to bargain with you directly. If I appease you instead of the demon, you'll... go away, stop bothering me, all that, right?"\n\n"Yes, bearer, yes, if you appease me, I will cease troubling you," the scrambling, squirming goat-goblins assure you. "The caster cannot lay another upon you if he is not here, you shall be troubled by me no more if I am appeased."\n\n"Okay," you murmur, swallowing hard. "So what do you want?"\n\n"Fuuuuuuuuuck!" the things all howl at once, gleefully cackling as their dicks start to stiffen, those at the edge of the circle thrusting and grinding against the invisible barrier, the others writhing and twisting, even jutting their members up into the air as they tumble over the rest of the mass. "I want to fuck, I want to defile, I want to rut, I want to mark!"\n\n"Oh," you say faintly, swallowing hard again, though your mouth's gone dry. "Ah... o-okay... you mean... me?"\n\n"You, bearer," the little throng of goat-goblins groans. "You most of all! But another would satisfy, if less so. Give yourself to me, or give another to me, to be taken and made filthy, brought low and dirtied. Then you may have such peace as you have earned."\n\nYou stare at the curse, fighting not to squirm in place. At least they're not <i>literally</i> hung like horses like their caster (though you actually think he might have put most stallions to shame). So... you could probably take it, you guess. Even if they made you "filthy" and "dirty". ... Or you could sic them on someone else, it sounds like. You're not sure you could really stand to do that... but then, could you really stand to do it yourself?\n\n... Can you stand to do either? Maybe you should just... take them back. Surely the curse can't have gotten <i>that</i> much stronger just by being manifested for a minute or two, right?\n\n<hr>\n[[Offer them yourself.|GGMB]]\n\n[[Offer them someone else.|GGMB]]\n\n[[Take them back.|GGMB]]

Maybe it's time to give the puzzle another crack. You log back into your Spaceportal Online account, your little military-but-not uniformed character appearing where you last logged them out, in some sand outside one of the vaguely Egyptian structures. You take a few minutes to make sure all your abilities and items are still in place and that nothing's been reset or removed by any of the latest content updates, then head over to the entrance. You use up an N-level Ankh to open the door, then venture on inside.\n\n"Hello darkness my old friend," you mutter as you look at the array of gleaming black metal figures. Seven rows of seven, and all of them have roughly 200 poses they can be arranged in. And it's not even the same selection of poses for every one. There are a handful of people that have tried brute-forcing the combinations, but they also seem to reset and change their available positions every so often when an incorrect one is put in place.\n\nYou drum your fingers on the desktop as you stare at the infuriating puzzle. It really seems like there's no way to figure it out other than trial and error. But it seems like it's also programmed specifically to deter that. There has to be some other way to figure it out, some sort of clue. After a few minutes, in desperation, you turn your attention to the room containing it. Everyone's done more in-depth analysis of the wall murals than an archaeological expedition and a Lost forum combined, and determined them to be pretty much useless. Same for the stuff on the ceiling, with its long lines of gold and the big round downward-pointed golden dome.\n\n... Huh. Maybe it's not about what the murals and the decorations mean, but about what they make it look like... a temple. You click several of the figures and skim through their available poses, noting that despite the variations, each one does seem to have a 'Kneeling' option. You go through the list, selecting each one to kneel, constantly expecting the temple to 'reset' and boot you out with the usual flash effect, but it never comes. You pause though as you're about to click 'kneel' on the twenty-fifth figure. ... Wait. Wait you feel like you're about to miss something again. You scroll the camera up, then realize it. Further down in its list of poses is one with its face turned upwards and hands stretched out, and you select that one before moving on to the rest and having them kneel.\n\nWhen you select the last figure, you hold your breath as text pops up on the screen reading 'Please wait'. You continue to wait, until suddenly your screen goes white with black text on it.\n\n<center><b>CONGRATULATIONS</b>\nYou have won the game.\nPlease wait.</center>\n\n... What? You've... won the MMO? Can you... can you do that? You stare as a little chibi female in army fatigues appears below the text and starts jumping up and down in celebration. You click around the screen, but nothing reacts. Frowning, you Alt-Tab... and the interface refuses to come up. You try an increasingly annoyed array of commands to try and exit from the screen, eventually resorting to holding the power button on your computer in an attempt at a hard reset. Even <i>that</i> doesn't work. You're just leaning forward towards the power strip when you feel a strange, somehow pleasant tingling sensation all over your body, then a sudden rushing motion that just as abruptly turns into a full stop. You yelp as the combination of sensations, being leaned forward, and suddenly being without your computer chair sends you toppling forward, luckily missing your desk since it's not there anymore either. You wind up semi-sprawled on a smooth blue glassy surface, your thong-clad ass jutting up in the air.\n\n"Well that's unfortunate," says a dry, female voice with a British accent. \n\nYou quickly push yourself up on all fours and stare at the sight in front of you. Four people in uniforms are present... one dark-haired woman with a ponytail, looking at you in some mixture of amusement and apology, and three men, two flanking her and one standing behind some sort of controls. The one behind the controls has quickly looked away, while the two behind the woman look like they're trying to simultaneously watch you while not actually looking at you.\n\n"... Uh." You clamber to your feet, holding one hand in front of your crotch since the thong covers less than you'd like in front of other people, and raising the other to point a finger. "First, very important question... what the <i>fuck</i>?"\n\nBefore she can answer, a set of doors nearby slide open, and a shorter, somewhat mousier woman in fatigues and wearing glasses strolls in. "Colonel did you OH hey!" She does a sort of half-twirl and turns to face a slightly different direction. "Well, that's... unfortunate."\n\n"Yes, I was just saying that." The woman with the accent glances at the new arrival, then looks back at you. "We'll explain in a moment, Cyan, but first. Airmen. Boxers or briefs?"\n\n"Briefs," the one to her right says.\n\n"Boxers," the one on the left says.\n\n"... Boxer-briefs," the one behind the controls says with an air of resignation, then sighs as the Colonel snaps her fingers and points at him.\n\nA few minutes later you're sitting in some sort of conference room wearing a heavily rolled-up and belt-cinched pair of standard issue fatigue pants, staring out of the slightly glowing window at the curve of the Earth spinning below. "So you're telling me you guys seriously Last Starfightered an MMO?"\n\n"Well. Yes, kind of," the woman in glasses, whose name is apparently Doctor Carol Lee, says in a sheepish tone. "But it wasn't exactly your combat ability we were after, though you did score very well on the parts of the game designed to test your reactions and decision-making under stress. We'd been able to map out a general indicator of positions of the statues in the real-life version of that puzzle that wouldn't work, but couldn't find one that did anything, even though we knew there must be something. But from the energy patterns we've observed in other tests, after trying your configuration in the simulator we're almost certain it will also work on the real alien puzzle. That's why we need you to come with us to test it."\n\n"Carol I must protest," Colonel Loxley interrupts with a scowl, her pretty, somewhat severe face going thin-lipped. "When I agreed to this foolish idea, it was with the understanding we'd likely be having to put up with taking along a pudgy thirty-something mythology major, not a sixteen-year-old high school girl."\n\n"I'll be seventeen in a few months," you interject, spreading your hands and tilting your head in a 'just saying' gesture when the Colonel turns her glower on you.\n\n"You want me to take an actual child on a mission just because she solved a puzzle?" Loxley huffs at Lee, shaking her head.\n\n"It wasn't just that puzzle, it was the fifty-seven other puzzles that came before it," Doctor Lee points out, leaning forward a bit as if excited. "And she solved the preliminary puzzles to get to the final temple faster than any other player in the game, until she got hung up on the final one. In fact she solved some of the equivalent of the real-life puzzles faster than I did. That, combined with her high scores in the other areas of the game, indicates she should be capable of accompanying us, at least for this mission, and helping us solve the question of the Final Worldpath."\n\nLoxley stares at her for a moment, then turns her gaze on you. "Well, young lady. It's true that the issue of the Final Worldpath is a somewhat pressing one. I'm under a lot of pressure... both political and practical... to deliver at least some answers regarding it. So I suppose in the end it is up to you. There will be many dangers, and this is no video game... you will not get an extra life." She pauses at Doctor Lee clears her throat and glances over at her, scowling. "That's only been five times, hush." Looking back at you, she continues, "But it may also help to protect our world from those that would bring us to ruin. Will you help?"\n\n<hr>\n[[Yes.|GGSG1x1]]\n\n[[No.|GGSG]]

"I'll get you something, I swear I will!" you blurt.\n\n"Oh, I am sure that you will," the demon rumbles, pointing a finger at you. You feel a strange heaviness settle all over your body, briefly pressing against your skin, before the demon is just suddenly... gone. The abruptness of it makes you jump and look around wildly, and after that you're not sure if the heaviness is still there or if you've just been shocked out of being able to notice it. You stand there, heart hammering, your whole body trembling.\n\nYou actually feel a warmth and wetness between your legs before the sound of liquid hitting denim filters into your ears. You stare down at yourself rather numbly as you watch the wet stain growing between your legs, and droplets leaking through to spatter down all over the floor. ... The curse? Or just the natural result of being fucking terrified?\n\nRather numbly, you undo your jeans and push them and your (soaked) panties down, still so brain-blasted by everything you saw that you can just barely feel the humiliation of smelling the soaked clothes and seeing your crotch and thighs gleaming wet with your own piss. In a daze you carry them into the bathroom and toss them in the shower, wiping yourself down with a cloth before returning to your mother's office and cleaning up, not even really thinking about how you're doing it bottomless and damp.\n\n'That... didn't really happen, right?' you think faintly as you finish up, and sort of stare at your mother's now entirely normal-seeming workspace. 'That must have been some kind of hallucination brought on by low blood sugar or something. ... Right?' Then you glance down at your bare legs, stare for a moment more, and rush back to your room.\n\nYou quickly do your best to clean up, soaking your jeans and panties in the shower, wringing them out, and shoving them deep into the bottom of the hamper. After that you take a hot shower, and... and this all seems very normal, you think with relief as you lean against the shower wall, letting your head hang. Yeah, this has to have been just like... your imagination running away with you. Or you actually took a nap and dreamed it all after the teasing you gave Maya over the silly magic book. That's all it-\n\n<i>Skreeeeeeee-clug-luk-lrrrrrrrn!</i>\n\nThe sound actually makes you jump and just almost slip in the shower, stumbling backwards, your eyes widening at seeing the showerhead actually shake a little as the water abruptly cools. Then you shriek and instinctively throw your arms protectively across your face as the showerhead sprays out a gush of freezing brown muck that splatters all over your naked body, the consistency somewhere between grainy liquid and thin slime as it smacks into your bare tits and across your belly, coating you fairly liberally in the disgusting, almost bloody-smelling gunk.\n\n"Repairman said he'd never seen another bundle of pipe failures like it," your father says ruefully over pizza that night, shaking his head. "I think he was so impressed that he only upcharged us by about seventy percent, that was nice of him."\n\n"I'm so sorry, sweetheart, that must have been awful," your mother adds, petting your hair comfortingly as you sit morosely picking olives off your own slice of pizza with a fork and flinging them to the side. "And I'm sorry about the pizza too, I know you're allergic so I really don't know how those got added to the order," she adds with a scowl, lifting her phone to yet again check the receipt on the app. "Why do they even have an option for <i>triple</i> olives?"\n\n"Mmn," you grunt, digging off one extra little bit of olive while making the noncommittal noise.\n\nYou flop into bed that night with your mouth faintly burning and an unpleasant gurgle in your stomach, though you're not sure the latter is 100% the bits of olive you wound up consuming. 'It can't be real, can it? Can it? Stuff like that doesn't happen. ... if it was real, what would I even do?' you think, rolling over on your side... and staring a bit at the book.\n\nAfter a minute you pointedly roll over on your other side and squeeze your eyes tightly shut, refusing to move until you fall asleep.\n\nYour dreams are a largely formless nightmare, lacking any real sights or sounds or sensations. You're just running through the dark, something chasing you, except it's coming from everywhere, it's behind you but it's also in front of you and to the sides and above and below, and you have to run but there's no way to get away from it, and then you're plunging down into a hot dark lake and drowning.\n\nYou snap upright in bed, gasping loudly and whipping your head back and forth, your skin completely soaked with sweat. And then you realize part of you feels even more soaked. You whip the sheet aside, and blurt out an "OH <i>COME ON!</i>" at the sight of the wide stain on your sheets and your completely piss-drenched panties.\n\nThere's something deeply disturbing about going through the motions of cleaning up after that... it's not like it's just one little accident, is it? The nightmare would have been disturbing enough all on its own, but... ugh. You finish tossing the sheets in the washer, then head into the kitchen, pouring yourself a bowl of cereal and very distractedly adding milk. The whiff of sourness almost immediately smacks your nose and makes you gag, and you instantly rush to the sink, partly to toss out your ruined breakfast and partly in case you lose anything else left in your stomach.\n\nYou head up to your room, and just stand there briefly, wondering what to do. You eye your computer... ... yeah, no way you're taking any chances. You've... you've gotta prove to yourself that this is all just a bit of bad luck. You'll walk down to the corner store and get something to eat. That'll be nice and normal. You get dressed in some black cutoffs and a clean t-shirt, putting on a pair of your boots, and grabbing your bag before heading out. See? All of that went fine. No sudden holes in your clothes, no snapped bootlaces, it's all fine. It's actually a really nice day out, bright and sunny, a great summer day, it's the sort of day it would be ridiculous to think of anything like curses or demons existing on. Just a street to cross and you'll be having a wholesome breakfast of sugar and more sugar with-\n\n"Hey, look out!"\n\nThe call makes you pause reflexively and glance, which is all that saves you as a semi goes barreling through a four-way stop, its mirror flitting by your head with less than an inch to spare. You stand perfectly still for a moment before staggering half a step back and dropping to sit on the sidewalk, barely propped up on your hands and staring at the street.\n\n"Whoa, are you alright?!" the guy who called out says as he hurries over. He's extremely handsome, with an equally handsome dog on a leash. Both of them seem to be looking at you in concern, the dog's ears perking. "That guy really almost-"\n\n<i>Fh-ssssssssssss.</i>\n\nYour face goes bright red as the puddle starts spreading on the ground under your ass. The guy's face goes pretty red too. Even the dog looks embarrassed.\n\n"Ah... I mean... you okay?" he repeats, looking away.\n\n"... yes," you manage to choke out, trying not to cry for so, so many reasons.\n\n"O-okay. Um, be careful," he adds, before hurrying off, either to spare you or himself more embarrassment, probably both.\n\nSoon you storm back into the house, immediately yanking your shorts off and flinging them into the laundry room with a shriek. FUCK! If you're not cursed, you're...! ... WELL YOU'RE OBVIOUSLY FUCKING CURSED! You've gotta do something about this shit before it kills you!\n\nSuddenly your blood runs cold. It very nearly <i>did</i> kill you. And assuming that the curse wasn't just giving you the close call with the truck for the sake of embarrassing you in front of a hot guy and his cute dog, it's pretty clear it could be deadly. And... what happens if you die still "owing" the demon for summoning it?\n\nYour brain immediately supplies the answer, either through some innate understanding of the curse or just because it's pretty obvious: Your soul will be the payment for the debt.\n\nYou have to do something!\n\n<hr>\n[[Quick! The book!|GGMB8x3]]\n\n[[Quick! Get help!|GGMB]]\n\n[[Quick! To church!|GGMB]]

You've barely finished the word before you're tackling him backwards onto the bed, Dean giving a shriek of shock and fear as you thud down on top of him. "Cyan, what are you-!" He cuts off, his words ending in a choke as he realize that in the time between the pounce and the landing you've gotten rid of both your clothes, your newly luscious and sensual body completely bare against his eequally naked body. His eyes widen further as you reach down to wrap a hand around his stiff prick, starting to give it slow, confident strokes, one fingertip arching around to smear around the pre that's already dribbled all over the tip.\n\n"Mmmm, I absolutely cannot wait to do all sorts of wicked, naughty things to you," you coo in his ear, right before biting down gently on the edge of it, making him squeak... especially since you simultaneously give his shaft a light squeeze. \n\n"Cyan, we, we can't," he whimpers, even as he can't seem to muster the energy or will to actually do anything to resist, his hips arching a little into your strokes completely of their own accord.\n\n"I dunno about you but I totally can," you reply with a snicker, giving him another squeeze. "Don't worry, Dean, I'm gonna do something that will completely change your perspective on this situation."\n\n"What..." His voice catches and his breath hitches as you move your head to lick across the front of his throat. "What are you gonna do...?"\n\n<hr>\n[["Change your mind."|GGMon3x5]]\n\n[["Get rid of those inhibitions.|GGMon]]\n\n[["Whatever I want."|GGMon]]

"Sam? Sam, are you here?" Kelly calls as she wanders through the house. Entering the kitchen, she spots the door to the basement hanging open, and sighs. "Oh dammit." Walking over she leans in slightly and calls, "George! Did you eat a girl?!"\n\nIn answer, there's a low rumble that faintly shakes the floor.\n\n"Dammit, George! That was my <i>niece</i>! I'm going to have a hell of a time figuring out what to tell her parents." Kelly scowls and folds her arms over her chest. After a moment, she calls again, "Are you at least full for now?"\n\nAnother low rumble, much like the first.\n\nKelly grins and begins shedding her clothes. "Well, at least there's a bright side to things." As she pushes down her panties, she reveals that her pussy constantly gapes open, looking as if it could effortlessly accept someone's arm. She mmms softly, reaching back to push a few fingers into her completely loose asshole, then starts down the stairs, breasts jiggling with every step. Of course, there's always a chance that even after feasting on her niece, her pet will decide to go for broke and devour her too...\n\n... But that's what makes it interesting! Well, that and the gigantic cock.\n\n<b>Aunt Kelly's House</b> end - <i>Grue food</i>\n\n<hr>\n[[Maybe the grue food should rethink where it decided to poke around.|CampingStart]]\n\n[[Maybe the grue food should reconsider what it wanted to do for the summer.|SelfSufficientStart]]\n\n[[Maybe the grue food should ponder starting all over.|CharGenMain]]

Yeah, no need to spend too much more time on this, the novelty's starting to wear off, you haven't properly blasted your retinas with continuous blue light in hours. You take your pose and read over the bunch of gibberish on the page a few times, before clearing your throat and giving your best dramatic recital.\n\n"E's y cdibet beala uv vilgsayd fru'c ypuid du kad rancamv nybat yht ahcmyjat! Fuuruu!" you declare, swinging a hand upward into the air to go along with the last declaration. Heh, maybe you'll use the filters to add some cool flames or-\n\nYour eyes widen and your body freezes in shock as a massive column of flames bursts out of the center of the circle, striking the ceiling and pouring along it without actually burning anything. It only lasts a second before it seems to snap out of existence, leaving in its place a towering black form of muscle and fur. Its head is goatlike with massive, curling black horns that look like they're made of carved and polished obsidian, its eyes yellow but with flaming, glowing X-shaped pupils, two incongruously carnivore-like bright white fangs curling down from either side of its muzzle. Its upper body is that of a powerfully-muscled man, broad-shouldered and covered in a thin layer of charcoal-black fur, the only thing it's wearing a large pentagram pendant that's glowing bright red with obviously unholy power. Its lower body is more animal-like, with thicker, darker fur, its legs shaped like a goat's and ending in massive cloven hooves that, like its horns, seem to be made of obsidian but are more chipped and sharp around the edges, a much thicker growth of fur around its crotch doing absolutely nothing to hide its enormous balls or the girthy, ink black equine member dangling down almost to its knees.\n\n"What do you offer onto me, human?" it demands in a low rumble of a voice, its eyes raking you up and down with such a fiery intensity that you honestly feel like your clothes would have been burned off without the dulling edge of it passing through the containment circle. \n\n"... uh..." you say faintly, still standing there staring at the obscene, profane form in front of you in shock. Your hands go slack enough that the book and your phone both drop and clatter to the floor, and you just sort of stand there trying to kick your brain into motion enough.\n\nThe demon sweeps its cruel gaze all around the room now, then lets out a snort that actually visibly steams, a faint puff of heat catching you in the face even from this distance. "Pathetic. You have no idea what you're doing, do you?"\n\n"... summoning a demon?" you reply weakly, your legs shaking just a little.\n\n"Yes, and if you summoned any of those pathetic, crawling, bargaining creatures listed in that thing," the demon answers, casting a disparaging gaze on the magic book. "Then they might have been inclined to leave if you had no real intent to bargain. But for me, child, I have already done you favor merely by appearing. An offering is necessary not only to seek my boons, but to allay my anger. And I see... no offerings."\n\n"Uh... I... s-sorry...!" you stammer, really starting to get worried now. "I... I could maybe get you something... later?" you try lamely.\n\nThe demon just stares at you, and you feel the fear starting to grow into terror as long moments pass without him making a sound. Finally, he says, "Normally I would simply take your soul on the spot as punishment for your ignorance. I may yet, I have not decided," he adds thoughtfully with a slight flex of his wings. "But you do seem to have some amount of power and potential. Perhaps I will simply curse you until you provide me with a proper offering."\n\n"Curse?" you squeak.\n\n"Mmmm... or if you offer me your body and your service freely," he muses aloud, that massive black horsecock giving a heavy, and clearly very deliberate twitch that makes it jiggle back and forth briefly, your face feeling like it's trying to go pale and blush intensely both at the same time. "Perhaps I will dispense with the curse... for now... and simply expect your offering at some future time."\n\nHe pauses, then looks at you expectantly.\n\n<hr>\n[["Uh, hey, wait, let's, let's talk about-"|GGMB]]\n\n[["I'll get an offering soon! I promise!"|GGMB8x2]]\n\n[[... start undressing.|GGMB]]

Oh hey, you heard good things about the Ravager class from the very few beta test leaks they were... a combination DPS/DoT class, attacking enemy units and also dealing damage to various of their stats and inflicting status effects. You select that option, and the generic white warpaint turns the red of fresh blood and crawls across the troll's skin in what you have to admit is a pretty creepy effect, turning into long, slashlike lines that definitely give an ominous intent. The loincloth turns long and ragged at the edges, made of black leather instead of bland brown, and leather bands appear around his arms, legs, and crossed over his chest. Tres dommy. \n\nYou'd expect to be taken to character customization, but instead a screen offering traits pops up. This is what all the fuss is about for the new update?\n\n<center>Choose your character's trait.</center>\n\n[[Thrallmaker|GGWOWplaceholder]] - Your Ravager focuses on damaging the minds of their prey, weakening and destroying their senses until they are rendered pliable, and able to be turned to your Ravager's own purposes. Have a care, this ability is addictive, leaving your Ravager with a will to do fewer and fewer things but make thralls! (Hm, so you can probably get enemies you defeat as temporary combat "pets", but maybe you have to pay to be able to use it on higher level enemies with other powers you'd get at higher levels.)\n\n[[Destroyer|GGWOWplaceholder]] - Your Ravager doesn't just damage the abilities, minds, or bodies of their foes... they outright destroy them. The infamy your character will gain from this is immense, however. (So your abilities will work better but you'll draw more aggro, got it.)

You click on the male troll, and the model swings around to fill the screen. He's wearing nothing but a plain leather loincloth and some rather generic warpaint... obviously not a lot of effort went into the basic model. He gnashes his teeth as if constantly worrying those jutting tusks with his lips, glaring around with black eyes and rolling his shoulders as if eager to gore somebody.\n\nThe class options are what you've come to expect from the "we totally don't think of them as the villains guys, c'mon" faction.\n\n<center>Choose your character's class.</center>\n\n[[Witch Doctor|GGWOW18x1]]\n\n[[Ravager|GGWOW16x3]]

Let's just admit it, you're a bit of a troll at heart. What teenager isn't, on some level? Grinning, you select the tall, lanky blue-skinned race, watching as both the male and female models come up. As is typical for such things, the females are rather more conventionally attractive, more just slender and a little strange than the males, who are bent forward until they almost seem to walk gorilla-style, with tusks like elephants and massive hands and feet. Such is fantasy race design, you suppose.\n\n<center>Choose your character's sex.</center>\n\n[[Male|GGWOW16x2]]\n\n[[Female|GGWOW19x1]]

Let's see... ah, "self-improvement hypno", of the variety of "obviously not possible but people love to dream". "FreeUrMynd" apparently does stuff revolving around "unlocking the hidden potential of the brain" and so on. Lots of promising to teach you skills, make you smarter, give you superpowers, stuff like that. All pretty silly, but sometimes they're good for a laugh, so since you're here might as well check them out.\n\n<hr>\n"[[Become a mechanical genius.|GGME]]"\n\n"[[Unlock your telekinetic ability.|GGME]]"\n\n"[[Unlock your telepathic ability.|GGME]]"\n\n"[[Unlock dreamwalking.|GGME]]"

"Yeah. Yeah, that's what I thought you'd s-"\n\n"No, Jor, I mean... leave this lifestyle," you say gently. "Give up being an adventurer. As long as you're stuck in this cycle of... having to do what you do, being defined by the skills you picked up in that childhood you hated, you're not going to be happy. Because eventually you're always going to need to pick locks or pick pockets or stab someone in the kidney and every time it's just going to remind you that doing all that is what keeps you here. I just think you'd be happier having a life that's not... this."\n\n"... What sort of life?" he asks, half dismissively and half wistfully. "What am I good for if not that?"\n\n"There's a lot of things in the world. Be a... be an innkeeper, be a salesman, hell, go somewhere and be a farmer." At his snort, you add with gentle pressure, "Jura's still out there somewhere, isn't she?"\n\n"... Yeah," he says, his voice soft. "I got someone to take her in, and a lot of what I make goes towards sending it to 'em to keep putting her up."\n\n"Wouldn't it be better to make a <i>home</i>?" you urge. "Somewhere she can be happy and safe, but also with you? Maybe where you can even find someone to be with, make a family?"\n\n"That stuff's not for guys like me," he murmurs, head shaking in the dark.\n\n"You don't have to be that guy anymore. You can go and be someone new."\n\nHe's quiet for a long while. Eventually he speaks up again. "What about the others?"\n\n"I'll make them understand you had your own reasons for leaving. We'll be okay. I promise." You hesitate a little, then add, "I'll take care of them for you. I promise that too."\n\nSilence stretches out in the dark room again. Finally, you see the faint outline of Jor rise from his chair and cross to the door. The brighter light of the hallway spills in, silhouetting him, leaving just the faintest impression of his features there. "... Goodbye," he rasps quietly, before stepping outside and walking away.\n\nYou take a deep breath and let it out, hoping you made the right decision. You stand and move to the lamp, turning it up brighter, finding that several bags are still there, but that there's also something on the table near the candle... a leather roll. Curious, you walk over and carefully undo the tie keeping it closed, then roll it out on the table, revealing a number of metal implements. Some of them vaguely resemble dental tools from your world, others thin bars with 'teeth' at one end, with a few others less obvious and even more mystical.\n\nChuckling softly, you start rolling up the thieves' tools again. "Guess I'd better start practicing."\n\n<hr>\n[[Game Over.|GGMonk11endA1xEnd]]

"Hm, well, sounds like Hrungar might be a decent hookup for some weapons, we may as well see if he'll at least talk to us," you allow.\n\n"Great! It's that way!" Viorika declares, pointing, and you guide the hellsteed to head where she indicates.\n\n"I've been alone since pretty much forever," Viorika admits that night as your little party takes a rest break. You're spooned up against her back, the both of you sleek and a little sticky but with full bellies, the hellsteed's cock still dangling limp out of its sheath and dripping from the tip, the full length of it thoroughly spit-shined from two eager tongues and pairs of lips. "I'm Hell-born but I guess no one who made me thought I'd amount to much. I was left in an abandonarium to fend for myself along with all the other unwanted spawn."\n\nOf course, since demons generally only reproduce out of sheer lust or a desire for powerful and useful progeny, \n\nStill, since you have a solid goal most of your focus is on heading towards it, and it's not that long before you can hear the sounds of metal striking metal, almost as soon as you can clearly see the large mountain rising in the distance. The closer you get, the clearer and more melodic the ringing tones are, until it's almost a somewhat monotonous but still bright song, your unconscious following of it causing your steed's hooffalls to match up with the sounds, making the strikes of its unshod steel hooves on the packed earth seem to ring out across the wasteland. As you arrive at the mountain, Viorika directs you around to a virtually invisible, and thoroughly winding, but otherwise rather unchallenging trail that leads towards the cave entrance some distance up the side of the mountain.\n\n"Hrungar the Mastersmith!" you call as you pull your steed up to the cave, sliding off of it as the ringing stops. A moment later a much larger figure than yourself looms in the cavern entrance. He looks like an oni of some sort, with a strong, somewhat protruding jaw, tusks jutting up from it and long, slender horns rising from his forehead. Even stooping he towers over the both of you, solid red eyes gazing down mirthlessly. His blue skin is smeared with soot and grease, his only garment a charred-looking thick leather apron, leaving most of his stout, broad blue-skinned body bare. He absently flicks a glowing ember out of his thick black hair, then grunts.\n\n"Who disturbs me?"\n\nBefore you can reply, your sister gives a hop and waves excitedly. "Hrungar! It's me! Viorika! I came back!"\n\nThe oni squints at her dubiously, then snorts again. "I don't recall inviting you back. In fact I recall saying I'd smash your little fool head if you went about telling others where I was. Getting yourself overwritten with some new-made's pattern doesn't change that."\n\n"But Hrungar, this is Cyan, my new big sister!" Viorika exclaims, gesturing to you with both hands. "Telling her isn't the same as telling just... <i>others</i>!"\n\nHrungar glares at her briefly, then turns it on you, expression slowly moderating into a more thoughtful one. "Mm. I've no care for pompous brats with plans to do nothing but sit about looking good in my work and no ambitions beyond showing off, and I've no ambitions beyond my art and making the crafts of war. So tell me what your intent is, new-made Cyan, and I'll judge whether you might be worthy of a bit of my work. But I caution you, do not lie to me... I have spent many years beating the flaws out of metal, and can scent the falsehood in purity more easily than my own sweat."\n\n<hr>\n[[Tell him the real reason you came.|GGHell]]\n\n[[Hedge.|GGHell3x4]]

"Let's go take a look out in the woods," you say, picking up one of the camp lanterns and turning off your flashlight in favor of it. "Maybe just a short one, though."\n\n"You don't think there are actually wolves out there, do you?" Leslie asks after you've walked out the back door and start making your way across the rather overgrown lawn towards the dark of the woods, the trunks and their mostly-bare branches looking completely black even under a full moon, tangled limbs winding together like a thatched roof made of scraggly black bones. "I mean, not werewolves, of course, that's dumb," she hastens to amend, forcing a somewhat shaky smile as she edges in closer to your side. "Just, y'know. ... Actual wolves. Which will still sort of actually kill you."\n\n"I looked it up once, the last reported wolf sighting in this area was in 1927," you reply dryly, glancing aside at your friend. "It was a mostly-starved thing that a farmer shot for coming up to drink out of his horse trough during a drought. Look, we won't stay long, okay? We'll just try to spot where they might have filmed the scene and then go back, and tell the boys we heard wolves howling," you add with a smirk.\n\n"Heh, yeah, good idea."\n\nShe still sticks rather close to your side as the two of you enter the woods, walking among the dark, almost slimy-looking trunks. At one point there's a rustle from above, and Leslie gives a shriek and hops over towards you, clinging to your arm and trembling... then sagging at an owl's hoot and the pump of wings amidst another rustle.\n\n"Jesus! I almost peed myself!" she whines, then looks at you with a pouty expression. "Cyaaaan, let's go back!"\n\n<hr>\n[[Urge her onward.|GGHH]]\n\n[[Turn and go back.|GGHH11x2]]\n\n[[Kiss her.|GGHH12x1]]

"Oh that TOTALLY works for me!" you declare, grinning wickedly as you grab Viorika by the thighs, hefting her up and turning to brace her back against your steed's ribs.\n\n"Yaaaaay!" she squeals, moaning eagerly as she shifts her hips and wraps her legs around your middle, helping you slide inside her. You lean forward to let your tits press to hers as you start fucking her, watching her cute face as she drapes her arms around your shoulders and starts moaning. "Mmmn, big sister's cock is soooo good!"\n\n'Being a demon is really the best,' you think smugly as you pump away at your new little sister's tight, eager blue pussy.\n\nOnce the two of you have fucked quite a bit and exchanged plenty of energy, insuring that she's roughly up to your own level, you both climb atop your steed and set out again. Viorika cuddles up against your back, arms around your middle, and explains what she was doing out here in the first place. "I discovered an old tome that had instructions on how to find an ancient armory left over from one of the first Demon Lord Wars."\n\n"Hmmmm..." That's not stirring anything in your memory... must not have wound up getting included in the ancestral knowledge that came with becoming a demon. "So, antiques?"\n\n"No no, those wars were from the days when the Lower Planes were at their peak. Practically any demon could become a full Lord almost at a whim because the sources of energy were so numerous and easy to find. That's why the wars started. But it also means that any weapons that are left in there are probably charged with so much energy that anyone who could actually get their hands on them could become the first Grand Satan in living memory."\n\n"Huh. Okay, I get it," you acknowledge, nodding thoughtfully. "That's a mighty score. So how'd you wind up sprawled in the wastes dying instead of ruling the Lower Planes?"\n\n"There's a Draegon that's taken up residence in the ruins where the armory is located. I was lucky to escape as it was, even though it was definitely only barely taking notice with me. And probably playing with me even then."\n\nAh, that'd do it. Powerful demon-dragons, Draegons are something closer to a deity than any beast or lord that might otherwise prowl the wastes. Depending on just how old and powerful of a Draegon it was, there's every possibility that if it had actually become annoyed or angered at Viorika, it could have just <i>thought</i> her out of existence if she didn't have the proper shielding. "Well, it still sounds like something we should try to get our hands on. What should we do?"\n\n"I've been thinking about that," Viorika admits. "And I have a plan. There's a series of tunnels beneath the ruins that I think we could use to avoid the Draegon and approach the armory's supposed location. But there's plenty of monsters and hazards down there too. I think we'd still need weapons, good ones, but I believe I know where we can get some too! I came across Hrungar in my original journies out here."\n\n"Hrungar, the mastersmith?"\n\n"Yes, he's exiled himself because his work wasn't being appreciated. We might not be able to get any of his best work, but there's a chance we could get something at least, the two of us hit it off fairly well."\n\nHm. What you know of Hrungar says he's touchy and difficult to convince, but you don't exactly have any first, or even second-hand experience to contradict Viorika's account. And your innate arrogance says that you could handle this even as naked as you are...\n\n<hr>\n[[Go see Hrungar.|GGHell3x3]]\n\n[[Head towards the ancient armory.|GGHell]]

Well, you've got the whole day. Just eating one chocolate at a time, maybe a few minutes apart, should take you through to when Allen will arrive, and hopefully he'll have some nice romantic plans by then. So you start off by picking up one of the dome-shaped candies and popping it into your mouth, chewing slowly. It turns out to be a thin chocolate shell, filled with something kind of thick and creamy and sweet. Not bad at all! You pick up the box and carry it over to your crafts desk, starting to get everything laid-out, then snagging one of the spherical, drizzle-topped candies and popping it in your mouth. These are apparently the sort with lots of air pockets inside, making it puffy and light. Not bad! After a bit of working on a wreath-style heart decoration for the front door, you pop the third kind of candy into your mouth. It turns out to be sort of marshmallow-y... puffy and chewy and expanding a little as you chew it from your saliva and the warmth of your mouth. Huh! An odd sort of inclusion in a box of chocolates, but definitely not bad!\n\nYou continue to work for a little, occasionally popping a chocolate in your mouth, half-unconsciously sticking to the same order. It's very gradual, leading you to not really notice it as you go on, but your body begins to change just a tiny bit with each chocolate. Every time you munch one of the cream-filled domes, your breasts swell up a little bit, gradually filling your bra out further. Every time you crunch into one of the caramel-topped air-puffed candies, your blonde hair gets a little thicker and wavier, and you find yourself giggling quietly for no real reason. And every time you eat one of the marshmallows, your body gets just a tiny bit more cushy, the very faintest layer of extra padding applied to your butt, hips, and legs. And your skin shades just the slightest bit darker with each one.\n\nAfter awhile, you get up from your crafts desk and head to the front door, a bit more flounce in your step than usual, your ass jiggling a little in your jeans and breasts wobbling slightly in the confines of your bra. You hang out the heart-wreath, then step back inside, pausing in front of the hallway mirror. Your brow furrows slightly... is something... different? Did your blouse always look quite that tight? Were these jeans always so form-fitting? Was your hair this full this morning? That thought makes you giggle... why protest something like that? You look totally hot! You've obviously just gotten a nice tan lately without noticing it! ... Wait, where did you get a tan? When?\n\nThinking is sort of hard, which is odd in itself. Is something different...?\n\n<hr>\n[[Definitely!|HolVal]]\n\n[[Psh, naw!|HolVal2x2]]

Nah, don't be silly! You feel totally great! You eat another cream-filled in celebration, then give a squeal and an airheaded laugh as your bra finally snaps, your tits spilling free to press directly against your blouse. Oh gosh! It must have, like, shrunk in the wash or something! That was totally surprising! You reach in, hand rubbing against your big brown tits as you fish out the bra and toss it aside idly. It's broken, why bother thinking about it anymore? You decide to head over to the couch to see if there's anything good on TV, carrying your chocolates with you. \n\nSome courtroom dramas and daytime talk shows later, the doorbell rings. You blink, looking over at it. Oh gosh, was someone coming over today? How totally silly of you to forget! You bounce to your feet, not even noticing as several of the buttons on your blouse pop from your enlarged tits jiggling, the big brown orbs halfway spilling out of your shirt and forming a great deal of cleavage. You flounce your way to the door, chest and butt jiggling, and open it up. Standing there is a handsome black-haired man, lightly muscular, wearing glasses and a red flannel shirt over a tight black t-shirt and jeans. "Oh! Like, hi Allen!" you greet with a giggle. "I tooootally forgot you were coming over! Like, sorry, an' junk! Um, c'mon in!" You give another giggle as you step back and gesture for him to enter.\n\n"Hey there, Holly." Allen smirks as he saunters inside, stopping in the entryway to let you close the door behind him. "No comments on how I'm not exactly dressed for Valentine's Day?"\n\n"Oh, don't be silly!" you answer with another giggle, lightly slapping his shoulder, even that movement making your huge brown tits wobble. "You're, like, a man! You can wear whatever you want, silly head!"\n\n"That's right, guess I can." Chuckling, Allen unzips the front of his jeans, fishing out his cock, waggling the mostly-hard thing at you.\n\nOoo! You know what to do with cocks! You settle down onto your knees in front of him, immediately wrapping a hand around the base of it and stroking, sliding your puffy lips over the head of it and slurping with your tongue while looking up at him worshipfully. His cock quickly stiffens fully, getting nice and long and fat between your lips as you bob your head, gulping more of him down while he moans quietly. Gosh, why didn't you spend all your time sucking his cock before? It feels so good to be down on your knees with his prick between your lips! You undo your blouse, letting your fat brown tits spill free completely, the big globes wobbling heavily as you wiggle your way out of the shirt and drop it to the floor before going back to focusing on sucking dick.\n\n"Mmm, fuck, you even smell like chocolate now, you stupid slut," Allen groans as he twines his fingers in your thick blonde hair. You giggle happily around his cock at that. That's such a nice thing of him to say! In gratitude you quickly slide down the rest of his cock, not a hint of gag reflex to stop you from gulping it right down your eager throat, bobbing your head eagerly over his length. "Yeah, that's it, take it all, you dumb bitch," he gasps out as you press your swollen lips to the root of his prick. Soon Allen's fucking your face, leaving you to hold onto his hips while his length pumps between your lips, you sucking and slurping for all you're worth while he uses your face to get off, your pussy practically soaking through your jeans when he pulls out and spurts his cum into your open mouth and across your jutting tongue.\n\nAllen hauls you to your feet, leaning down to start sucking and licking at one of your fat cocoa-colored nipples, making you moan like the wanton slut you are. You gasp loudly in pleasure as he squeezes your tit roughly, encouraging a flow of the sweet, sugary cream filling your brown udders into his mouth. While he continues to suckle at your tits, gulping down the cream filling, he reaches down to unbutton your jeans and haul them down, the waistband indenting your generous, bouncy ass, which springs free once the jeans and your panties are down. He grabs two handfuls of it and kneads, letting his fingers sink into the yielding, pillowy flesh, making you squeal and moan happily. After a few minutes of amusing himself with fondling and playing with your body, he shifts and moves behind you, shoving you forward to bend you over against the wall, barely giving you time to brace your hands before he shoves his cock roughly into your sodden cunt and starts pounding away. You moan and gasp and squeal and generally make a fool of yourself with your vocalizations, your eyes rolling up and your tongue lolling out, a smile indicative of just how little brains are in your head curling your puffy dicksucking lips.\n\n"Look at you, completely lost in this," Allen grunts as he pounds away, hips slapping against your fat ass making it wobble and jiggle, all the moreso as he delivers a deliberate spank with one hand that makes you yip happily. He pulls out of your pussy, taking only a moment to reaim the tip of his cock at your tight little pucker, then slowly pushing in, making you moan like an eager whore as he spreads you open. "Heh, would never let me do this before, now I bet you'd beg for more!"\n\n"Ooo, oo yes bae, fuck my butt with your big dick!" you gasp back, wiggling your hips to make your ass and tits shake, milky sugar cream dripping from your fat, swollen nipples.\n\n"S'what I thought. God, that candy really did turn you into some sort of chocolate superslut," Allen grunts as he starts pounding your asshole even harder than he was fucking your pussy. "Didn't quite believe that candy shop bitch when she said it would, but here you are, fuuuuck. I wonder if I should sell you to her like she offered, or keep you like I planned...?"\n\n<hr>\n[["Sell me!"|HolVal]]\n\n[["Keep me!"|HolVal]]

What could possibly be different? Giggling aloud at how silly you are, you practically skip back to the arts and crafts table to pick up the box of chocolates and then sashay to your computer desk, boobs bouncing in the tight confines of your bra and swelling up just a little bigger as you pop another of the cream-filled chocolates into your mouth. You plop down at the computer desk and munch another air-puffed candy, then spend a second remembering which one is the on switch before getting all started up. You nibble a marshmallow, wiggling your full, denim-clad ass against your computer chair as it swells a tiny bit, then start typing, occasionally eating another chocolate as you do.\n\n'So everyone, it's time for Valentines Day again! That day for lovers, or just for dreamers. Some find themselves sad on this day, which is always sad, because you shouldn't be sad. There are always reasons to not be sad! Like if you're sad just try not to be sad so much because there's lots of things to be happy for on valentines day. Like chocolate! Chocolate is really good. Its super good you guys oh my gosh its so good. I got some chocolates from my boyfriend and they are like really really good Ive been eating them all day. I made this wreath thing for the door and I was eating them while I was doing it and it was like really fun because i was making the valnetines day thing but also i was having choclate and they r just supr gud. its grate wen ur boyfrien givs u stuf 2 show he luvs u i red this story were a guy gave his babymama his blud after an car reck even tho he thot he wud die if he did liek if u crai evrytiem'\n\nYou let out a long, luxurious sigh and lean your head back, running your fingers through your thick, wavy blonde locks, giving your head a shake and arching your back, your bra straining to contain the pale brown tits practically overflowing it. Oh wow, writing is so hard! But you did such a good job! You read over your blog post again and nod thoughtfully. The starting bit is a little smartypants but all that stuff at the end is really great! That story was so good!\n\n... Wait, didn't you used to think that story was the dumbest thing you ever heard? You kind of... sort of... remember thinking that? You put a fingertip to your slightly puffy lips, trying to think. And you didn't used to think that writing was that hard, did you? You're pretty sure you never put so much effort into it before or felt like you'd exhausted yourself doing it. You look down at yourself, noticing the fact that the buttons of your blouse are stretched rather tight, showing some space betweeen them. Didn't it fit when you put them on? Your jeans feel pretty tight too, and you're fairly sure they were at least a little bit roomy when you put them on this morning.\n\nCould the chocolate have...? Maybe you're having some sort of reaction to it, or... or, ummmm... something?\n\n<hr>\n[[Like, yeah!|HolVal]]\n\n[[Nah, totes fine!|HolVal2x3]]

... then, taking a deep breath, you pull the zipper the rest of the way open, lifting your ass off the seat to slide your jeans and panties down. The leather feels remarkably good against your bare butt and pussy as you settle back down onto it. You work the jeans down and get them over your sneakers, still blushing at the fact that you're squirming your bare ass and wet pussy all over a practical stranger's car seat while she watches with a light smile. Letting the bundled-up jeans and panties fall into the floorboard, you take another bolstering breath before pulling your t-shirt up and off, revealing your perky B-cups to the cool, air-conditioned air of the car. Tossing the shirt with your other clothes, you sit back, looking over at Amethyst with a mingling of expectation and nervousness. \n\n"Alright, let's go." Amethyst just gives you that light smile before opening her door and stepping out. It takes you a moment of wrestling with your fear before you can do the same, stepping out of the car and into the wide open cement expanse of the parking garage, effectively completely naked. You swallow hard again, fighting the urge to cover yourself since it wouldn't exactly do much good, and follow after Amethyst as she calmly strolls towards the elevator. You're then forced to stand there, glancing back and forth nervously, as you wait for it to arrive, the doors finally sliding open and letting the two of you walk in. Amethyst is very deliberate about hitting the button of her floor and then not pressing the door close button, letting it close on its own time. As you stand squirming in the corner, she glances over at you. "You do have such a nice ass and cute little tits," she notes in a warm tone that makes it sound like she's commenting on your taste in clothing.\n\nYou blush all the way down to your collarbone (which is fairly visible at the moment), resisting the urge to glance around for cameras. When the doors open the two of you walk out, the sound of Amethyst's heels muffled on the carpet. As the two of you walk down the hallway, there's the sound of keys jingling and a lock clicking. Your eyes go wide, before Amethyst snags your arm and pulls you around a corner into an offshoot hallway, pressing you up against the wall, her suit-wrapped body rubbing against yours as she sticks in close. Your heart is pounding as you can hear a door opening and people talking, discussing the best route to take to some concert. Then you almost jump as you feel Amethyst's hand press between your legs, starting to rub at your pussy again. "Best not make a sound," she murmurs warmly in your ear. "They'll walk right past... if they don't hear anything to make them look this way."\n\nYou bite down hard on your lower lip as Amethyst once again expertly toys with your pussy, stroking your outer lips and giving teasing little flicks of your clit. The sound of at least two adults, two kids, and from the jingling what sounds like a dog approaches, getting louder, Amethyst's motions against your pussy getting more intense the closer they get. Her fingers slide inside you just before the group appears in your line of view, walking along chattering animatedly to each other while you're busy trying to force your throat to seize up and not let so much as a whimper escape. Amethyst continues slowly pumping her fingers deep into your pussy as they walk past, slipping them back out to resume teasing your folds and clit once they're out of sight. You tremble as you hear the faint sound of the elevator, the doors sliding open, the almost eternity of them padding inside, and then the doors finally sliding shut as Amethyst focuses on your clit again. You let out a soft, gasping mewl as you cum again, shuddering as arousal runs down your inner thighs.\n\n"Good girl," Amethyst coos in your ear, smearing her wet fingers against one of your buttocks before drawing away, starting down the hallway again. Even as exposed as you are, it still takes you a few seconds of leaning against the wall, your legs lightly spread to show off your sopping teenage cunt, before you can hurry after her.\n\nFinally she stops in front of a door, taking her time about pulling out her keys and using one to admit the two of you. It's... surprisingly normal inside, a lot of cream and pale blue on display, with little shocks and accents of bright red here and there. You stand in the entryway squirming, somehow feeling just as naked and vulnerable here as out in the hallway, even as a strange sense of safety closes in around you.\n\n"Shoes and socks off, put them right there please," Amethyst instructs in a businesslike tone, gesturing to a small, lacquered wooden thing low down on the floor. When you start to toe out of your shoes she makes a negating sound, so you blush and bend over to untie them, jutting your bare ass up in the air and wiggling it as you get your shoes and socks off before setting them down. When you straighten up she's smiling at you again. "You're a bit of a natural, I'm quite pleased. Well, having come this far, it seems pointless to ask if you're ready to go a bit further. But before we go to the room, I think it's important to discuss methodology."\n\n"Like... safewords, and stuff?" you ask, rubbing your hips a little, then stopping when it feels weird since they're bare.\n\n"To a certain extent. Specifically, whether you want to experience a 'proper' BDSM experience involving things such as that. Do you know, they seem to be a uniquely American thing?" Amethyst asks as she sets her own shoes aside, then unbuttons her jacket and drapes it across the back of the couch. "Apparently in most other countries such as Japan and Britain, the dom is simply expected to know the sub's limits and be responsible thusly. I suppose we expect a little bit less psychic ability of our doms here in the states, or perhaps we're just more litigious." She finishes undoing her pants and lets them drop, hands coming up to start unbuttoning her blouse. "But yes, if you would prefer, we can abide strictly by the 'Safe, Sane, and Consensual' school of BDSM. Safewords, repeated safety checks, I'll need you to fill out a blacklist first. It will involve much more stopping to check if things are alright with you first, and thus is less spontaneous. But there are those who find it interesting specifically because of that... it's said that under this method, it's the sub who really has all the power, after all," she notes, giving you an amused look as she shrugs out of the blouse.\n\nYou find your mouth having gone rather dry, either from her explanation and the sight of her standing there in very fancy, very attractive black underwear, the cups of the bra covering barely half her full breasts, the slender dual strings of her panties running high on her curvy hips. You flick your tongue over your lips, feeling your breathing starting to get a little faster at the implications you're starting to put together. "What's the other method...?"\n\n"Well. That's the one where I have <i>all</i> the power, darling." Amethyst pads barefoot over to you, her smile calculated and eyes sparkling as she cups your chin and tilts your head up to look at her. "That's where I decide what we do, when and if we stop, and where I neither ask you nor let you say 'no'. Where I <i>punish</i> you for saying no, if I feel like it. It is far more intense and requires vastly more trust... and is also much, much, much more dangerous. But then, as we've established... danger is a large part of my personal method."\n\nYou swallow heavily. "... What sort...?" You trail off, your thoughts a little rattled.\n\n"Does your mother use?" Amethyst completes your thought for you, laughing softly. "Oh, we started out wholly safe, sane, and consensual. Safewords, a blacklist, hard limits. But she asked me to abandon them all some time ago." The heat in Amethyst's eyes feels like it's seeping into your body through where your gazes are locked together as she brushes her thumb over her chin. "I could call her up at work right now, tell her to strip naked, climb up on her desk, turn away from the door and finger her ass, and she'd do it. Because I own her. Because she wants me to own her. Because she wants me to put her in danger, take her out of the sanity and safety of her world for awhile." She leans in, flicking her tongue against your lips. "But that's her. You're you. Decide for yourself where you want to begin."\n\n<hr>\n[[Use safewords.|GGParent]]\n\n[[Give yourself over.|GGParent]]

"You sound like you have some experience with that," you say slowly. "Is it because of how you look? I mean... I know a lot of people must be afraid of Tieflings because of their appearance, but they're also not <i>that</i> rare, are they?" Assuming you wound up in an edition where they're their own race rather than just popping up occasionally.\n\nAmana laughs, just a trace of bitterness in it. "It's true, we are not such a rare sight that most immediately set to screaming when they see us. But even among Tieflings, our bodies can be... different. Some have feet, some have hooves, some have horns and tail, some have one or neither. There are a number of... variations... and some are less socially accepted than others." She looks at you for long moments, then stands up. "You are unable to hide your own difference from the 'humanoid norm', and will soon have to deal with that when we arrive among humans. I think it only fair that you know of what I speak."\n\n"You don't have to if you don't want to," you assure her, albeit unable to keep the curiosity out of your voice.\n\nShe hesitates, then smiles at you, a little sadly. She undoes a few hidden catches on the front of her robes, then shrugs her shoulders to let them slide off and drop to the ground. She's completely naked underneath, revealing all of that smooth red skin. She has fairly large breasts... nowhere near as big as yours, but at least a D-cup, her nipples an inky black color. She does indeed have hooves, her legs set up a bit differently below the knees to allow her to stand properly on them. But you suppose what she means is between those two things... the fairly sizeable crimson cock dangling limply from her crotch.\n\n"The 'halfs' are rare among Tieflings, but we are known," Amana says, spreading her hands slightly, as if to show how she's no longer hiding anything. "And there are many stereotypes about us. That we are more inclined to evil and wickedness than even most Tieflings. That we are driven to spawn devils on anything female we come across. Or simply that we are indiscriminate in our lovers, with a sex drive so powerful we have little or no control."\n\n"Um. Wow. That sucks. I mean, that people say that about you," you reply, admittedly a bit distracted by the sight of her cock... especially as it slowly starts to rise, growing longer and thicker as it stiffens. Your cheeks color and you glance up, finding that Amana's face is red(der than usual) as well.\n\n"It... may indeed be true that we have a more powerful sexual drive than most," Amana allows, a hand starting to wander towards her stiff prick, before she adjusts its course and forces it against her hip instead. "But I am firmly in control of it, I assure you."\n\n"No, I believe you," you answer, shifting a bit in place. Admittedly, the sight of her naked body... so obviously crafted for sex that it makes you wonder if her ancestor was an incubus or succubus (or maybe both)... is having an affect on yours, and you can feel your nipples stiffening against the metal rings of your chain shirt.\n\n<hr>\n[[Assure her you trust her.|GGCentaur]]\n\n[[Offer to help with her urges.|GGCentaur]]

You're tired, it's been... an exceptionally long day, all things considered. Besides, whatever else might be bothering Shae or on her mind, it's her own business whether she wants to share it with you.\n\nWhen awhile goes past without her saying anything, you shift around and eventually lay back against your own lower half, settling your hands on your stomach and eventually going to sleep. You awaken in the morning to the sounds of the camp coming alive, Bane yawning and moving to cook breakfast, which definitely gets the day off to a good start. Once the lot of you are on the road, you trot up next to Amana's horse. "So where are we going?"\n\n"A settlement called Kloffeld. They decided to settle in some old ruins of a lost civilization, believing them completely empty. Recent reports of strange goings-on would seem to indicate that they are not. Such things are something of a... preoccupation of mine, so we have accepted an invitation to go and investigate. If we can resolve the issue, they will pay... well, not handsomely, but perhaps 'good looking enough to not be ashamed at waking up next to'," she adds with a soft laugh.\n\nYou laugh as well, the party chit-chatting their way through the day on the road. Once camp is called, you once again help set things up, and help yourself to another delicious dinner made by Bane. Eventually the others retire to their tents, save for Amana, who settles in by the fire. "Oh, you're on watch tonight?"\n\n"Yes. I only rarely do so, as I generally require a fair bit of sleep to make sure my abilities are ready each day. But as the last few days have been peaceful, I offered to take a watch... while there is practicality to consider, I admit that I am annoyed that I'm not able to do more and more often when it comes to standing watch."\n\n"Hey, I don't mind the company," you comment with a grin. "Could be worse, I could only have the horses to talk to."\n\n"Yeeees, I do apologize about that as well," the tiefling says with a sight, her tail flicking back and forth. "Bane meant well, but for as charming as he can be, he still sometimes doesn't think things out before he says them or suggests them."\n\n"Nah, it's no big deal, don't worry about it."\n\n"Thank you for your tolerance." She smiles again, firelight reflecting in her red eyes, making them seem to glow even brighter. "I suppose that is what this group is all about, after all. Tolerance... showing it to each other as the world does not show it to us. But even we must sometimes take time to adjust to those with... different... bodies, I'm afraid."\n\nThe way she says 'different bodies' and that some tension enters her voice catches your attention. There's a story there... the question is, do you want to ask for it?\n\n<hr>\n[[Press.|GGCentaur3x2]]\n\n[[Leave it be.|GGCentaur4x1]]

The ninja takes you back to his room and does just that, though you're not aware of that. What there is of your mind only understands two things: you exist to be filled with cock, and you really enjoy being filled with cock. So the only times there are for you are "being used" and "wishing you were being used". Not that the ninja doesn't make plenty of use of you. Usually after a fight he comes in and the first thing he does is open up his pants and sheath himself inside you, and you once again know pure ecstatic pleasure at being a hole with a prick stuffed in it.\n\nHe makes plenty of use of you in the off time, too... laying in bed, leaning against the wall, and several times you can feel the warmth and wetness of bathwater and the sensation of liquid rushing around inside you as he jerks himself off with you in the bathtub. Sometimes he cleans you and sets you carefully on the bedside table or inside a drawer, at other times you're left smeared with drying cum amidst tangled sheets. Either way is fine with you, of course, as long as he eventually comes back to you and fills your entire being with his throbbing dick again.\n\nOn the last day of the tournament, while the ninja's out, one of the servants enters his room and looks around. Discovering you laying discarded amongst the sheets, still lightly wet, he snorts a bit and picks you up, giving you a little shake before casting you to the floor. You oof, sprawled out on the carpet, all tangled up in your own arms and legs, your skin smeared with dried jizz and a few wet streaks of it. Blearily, you look around, then up at the servant, not noticing at the moment that he's leering at your naked, cum-caked body. "Did... did something just happen?"\n\n"The tournament is over. You may return to your room," he says dismissively, turning and striding out. \n\nYou stare after him, then push yourself to your feet. Still feeling somewhat in a daze, you wander out the door and stare around for a few moments before realizing you're in the men's dorm. Heading back to the women's area, you begin to hear catcalls as you pass people, and it finally sinks in that you're naked. Blushing, you do your best to cover yourself, a hand shoved against your crotch and an arm across your boobs as you make a run for your room. Once there, you enjoy a long bath, during which you try to put together what happened. You remember losing the match, and then throwing a bit of a temper tantrum (which you're not too proud of), and then... and then... you moan as you stroke a finger over your clit and then slide two inside of yourself. And then, someone taught you to be respectful, and it felt so <i>good</i>, and...\n\nYou're feeling mostly back to your old self once you're finished with your bath and its accompanying masturbation. Sighing at the humiliation of losing in the first round and coming all this way for nothing, you finish packing your bag and heft it onto your shoulder. You head out the door, but pause once you're in the hallway. Some inner impulse plucks at you and, compelled to follow it, you turn instead and head towards the men's dorm. Half by instinct and half by remembering where you walked from yesterday, you arrive at a door with Japanese characters on it. Knocking a few times, you don't wait for an answer before pushing open the door and stepping inside. The ninja blinks, looking up from his own packing. He's actually fairly handsome, with short, tousled brown hair and intense, dark eyes. You stand in the doorway, staring at him as he stares at you. Finally you clear your throat.\n\n"Um, sorry about the intrusion, but here's the thing, I..." You trail off, then take a deep breath. "I just can't shake this feeling that I'm your property. That I belong to you, to be used however you want and whenever you want, to be treated like nothing more than a hole for your cock." As he stares at you with even wider eyes, you decide to try an odd variant on Japanese politeness and drop your back before settling to your knees. "I guess what I'm trying to say is..." You bend down to lay your hands and forehead against the floor. "Please use me like a sex toy for the rest of my life."\n\nThere's no immediate reply. At least, until you feel your pants tugged down in back and his cock sliding into your damp pussy. You moan ecstatically and begin thrusting back against your owner as he begins pumping into you, only wishing he could fuck your entire body like he's fucking your cunt.\n\n<b>Hell Kore</b> end - <i>Ninja's cocksheath</i>\n\n<hr>\n[[Back to start.|CharGenMain]]

It's a real effort to not change expressions, but between his sunglasses at night and his horniness, it looks like you do well enough to fool the guy. You slowly get down on your knees, trying to keep your movements a bit jerky, and not make it obvious that you're bracing the balls of your feet. You start to lean your head in... then launch yourself forward, the top of your head slamming against his shaft and balls. He howls in agony as he topples to the ground with you partly on top of him, and you quickly roll off and to your feet and try to run. Your heart skips a beat as you hear the sound of gunfire behind you, but you refuse to slow or look back.\n\nThen the dog-thing slams into you and you go down rolling in a heap with it. You scream in pain as the creature sinks its teeth into your forearm, and react mostly on instinct... you take your free hand and jam your thumb into one of those stupid glowing eyes as absolutely hard as you can. There's a spurt of whitish color and then bright, unnatural purple, and this time it's the dog-thing's turn to howl in pain. In doing so it releases your arm, rolling away from you and scrabbling across the ground, and you quickly scramble to your feet and run for the trees again, the sound of more gunshots ringing behind you. You even feel some tree bark smack against your bare hip as a bullet impacts one of the trees you run past.\n\nYou keep going, not daring to look back, not sure whether the dog-thing will be after you soon and madder than ever, or just how long the men in suits will chase you. It's only when your lungs start feeling like they won't inflate anymore and your whole body is screaming in exhaustion that you slump to the ground behind a fallen tree, at least partially concealed as you try without much success to catch your breath. What the hell? You're not super athletic but you know you can do better than this! You glance down at your arm where you were bitten to see if you're still bleeding, and feel a fresh surge of horror go through you. The bite marks are dark and, rather than bleeding, are sort of oozing something that looks too thick to properly be blood... the moonlight strips a lot of the color out of things, but you're betting it's more green than red.\n\nAn Abroar... that thing was an Abroar! One of the basic enemies from the Defiant series, wolflike enemies that aren't very tough, but are feared at low levels for their poisoned bites that grant more than a few status-draining effects. They look a little different in every game, and you certainly never expected to see one in reality, but the evidence of your eyes is hard to deny. Especially when you can feel the burning in your veins that seems to radiate out from the bite. Who knows what a <i>real</i> Abroar's poison might do...?\n\n<hr>\n[[This can't be real, this isn't a game, it's reality!|GGDSPlaceholder]]\n\n[[Game problems require game solutions.|GGDS1x2]]

Screw it. If you're really going to be some sort of rogue, authority-defying mage, you're going to <i>do</i> it. Besides, kneeling on one knee in the woods in your panties and a t-shirt does not seem like the time to be conservative and play it safe, somehow.\n\nYou grip your wrist you your other hand, taking another deep, steadying breath before you try channeling a little of your life energy into the bottle you're holding. You've never exactly tried something like this before, at least not in earnest, but you're surprised at how easy it is to feel the energy and direct it... maybe the weird hypnotism program or the Abroar's bite "awoke" something in you. At first elation at the fact that you're channeling energy overwhelms almost everything, and you feel absolute joy as the water inside starts to glow. Then the pain hits. Your whole body is wracked with it, and you bite down on your lip to muffle yourself as you hunch forward. Is it because you're draining "HP", essentially hurting yourself? Or the poison? You think it might be both, since when you glance at the bitemark you can actually see it hissing and bubbling, little spurts of your corrupted blood popping out like high-pressure zits.\n\nForcing yourself not to give up, you pull your teeth away from your lip and grit them instead, your hands starting to shake with the intensity of the pain and your effort of will. The water inside the bottle is now bubbling as if it had come to a boil, violently fizzing inside the glass. Your breathing is coming in short, hard pants, your entire body feeling flushed and hot. Just when you feel like you're going to pass out, you stop channeling energy and yank the bottle to your lips, gulping down the blue-white liquid.\n\nYou once had a 'real' ginger ale, and it stung your mouth and throat so bad you couldn't finish it. This feels a hundred times worse, like it's almost literally burning on the way down. Your brain is alight with the heat of your body, your quickened breath, and now the pain receptors in your mouth and tongue. All of it combines in some strange way that convinces your body you've apparently just been fucked really well, because just as you finish your newly-created health potion, you orgasm. Your hips twitch, followed by a shudder that runs through your body, before you collapse forward onto your forearms, barely braced on your knees, panting and shivering, and feeling wetness run down your thighs.\n\n"D-damn," you whisper aloud. "Never put <i>that</i> part in the games."\n\nEventually you're able to actually catch your breath and push yourself to your hands and knees, then to sit back against your heels. You examine your forearm, and carefully run a thumb through the darkened blood covering it. The marks are gone... you're healed. You did it... you made a healing potion. You can use magic!\n\n<hr>\n[[Which means those guys are definitely after you, and you definitely need to go!|GGDSPlaceholder]]\n\n[[You can't just leave all those other people back there.|GGDS1x4]]

Frantically, you look around for anything that might be helpful. Your gaze falls on an abandoned soda bottle, and a small flowing stream, and you force your aching body to move, grabbing up the one and filling it from the other. You take a deep breath to steady yourself as you think it through. If the forces of conformity... which, let's face it, MIB back there had to be... are after you, and that was really an Abroar that attacked you, you must be one of the Defiant. (Great, put that way it makes you sound more like a girl's YA literature protagonist than a game hero.) And in the games, one of the basic abilities any Defiant gets in every game is 'Infuse'... taking common liquids and infusing part of their life energy into them to make healing potions.\n\nYou swallow heavily as you remember how that game dynamic works, though. You have to sacrifice some of your HP to create the healing potion. You generally get three times as much as you put into it as well as curing status effects, so it's usually a pretty good deal... unless you're already dangerously low on hitpoints. And you have no idea how many you'd count as having normally, even without the Abroar's bite and poison taken into effect.\n\nYou grip the soda bottle in your hand and stare into it, even as you can feel the poison working on your body. It's already pretty crazy that you're about to try a spell from a videogame... but you're pretty sure it's also a spell that could kill you. Are you <i>sure</i> you want to go through with it?\n\n<hr>\n[[No, surrender yourself for a cure.|GGDSPlaceholder]]\n\n[[Go for it.|GGDS1x3]]

If possible, you want to get out of here without these guys even knowing you've come back. For that, you'll need something that can deceive them completely, and hopefully just walk right out with the hostages.\n\nConcentrating on the traits you need from a summoned creature, you picture energy gathering in yourself, then try to... well, cast it forward in front of you, for lack of better phrasing. It seems to work, an arc of red energy flicking from your chest and dropping to the ground. Almost instantly it resolves into a dark purple form... quite female, by the generous curves, but its body is completely smooth and featureless, even its face only molded into the vague suggestion of eyes, nose, and mouth. Its long white hair falls down its back and over its shoulders, here and there obscuring the fact that it lacks things like nipples or a pussy when the hair falls just so.\n\n<i>What is your bidding, master?</i> The words come directly into your head, seemingly in your own "voice", and for a moment you wonder if you were just expecting her to say that. Then her generic lips curl up in a rather seductive smile, and you realize they really were her words.\n\nGrinning, you think back at her your intentions, doing a quick explanation of the situation. She gives a quick nod once you've finished. <i>Duo would be happy to resolve this for you, master. Duo will meet you with the hostages at the curve of the road.</i> With that, the purple humanoid starts walking right towards the group.\n\nUnable to ward off your curiosity, you stay to watch. With a little ripple and shimmer of her form, Duo quickly becomes another man in a black suit and sunglasses. She looks both different and just like all the others, somehow... you have a feeling she took random features from all of them to make herself seem familiar, but not too familiar. She (he?) strides right up to the others with a businesslike gait, just standing there for a moment, before looking at the hostages. "Get in the van."\n\n"What's going on here?" one of the suits asks Duo, scowling as the hypnotized Defiant-potentials start filing back into the vehicle.\n\n"This facility could be compromised, with a Defiant running around out there," Duo answers flatly. "Orders from above. I'll take these potentials to the next nearest processing facility. Then you can focus on catching the loose one."\n\nThe other suit hesitates, then nods. "Understood."\n\nWithout further acknowledging him, Duo turns and closes the van door, then moves around to get in the driver's side. Remembering the plan, you hurry as quietly as you can towards the road, abandoning your stick-staff as you go. Duo's already waiting as you get there, and you haul open the passenger side door and clamber in quickly. "Great work!" you enthuse, grinning proudly at your summon.\n\n"Thank you, master," Duo replies, voice shifting from monotone male to sort of generic female as she first changes back to the purple humanoid shape, then a female form that looks vaguely like all of the girls behind you in the van. "Where should I drive us?"\n\n"I want to say back home, but that might not be safe anymore," you answer with a frown.\n\n"True, but we can go there if you wish, master. Though I will note that even in their current state, I can read the minds of these people... rather more easily, actually. One of them had already been contacted by a group known as Rogue Element, apparently in opposition to the group that kidnapped you. He has contact information for one of their agents... though we'd best hurry, if they learn of his capture, they will 'burn' that contact method."\n\n<hr>\n[[Go home.|GGDSPlaceholder]]\n\n[[Contact the Rogue Element.|GGDS1x6]]

You scowl as you contemplate running, and shake your head. No... there were at least eight other people back there, and all of them must be Defiants like you, or at least potential ones. One of the guys in suits mentioned 'processing', which from the game's history could mean anything from brainwashing to being diced up for parts or all sorts of other things. You can't just leave them there... after all, running scared hardly seems very defiant, does it?\n\nYou spend a few moments searching around for anything else useful, and finally find a decently solid tree branch almost as long as you are tall. You're pretty sure you can use it as a focus for your abilities, once you figure out what they are... or, if all else fails, just crack someone across the head with it really hard. Feeling a bit more secure despite still wearing nothing but your sweat-soaked t-shirt and your cum-soaked panties, you head back the way you came, trying to move quietly.\n\nEventually you get back to the treeline, and ease yourself up to one so you can peek around. There's at least six or seven guys in suits now, milling around calling to each other or speaking into radios, and there's four Abroars that you can see... including one with one eye, its tail constantly lashing around wildly behind it. You let out a little sigh of relief as you see all the other "potentials" still lined up... apparently your escape kept them from being taken right to processing.\n\nYou purse your lips a bit as you think. Okay, the game they used to try and snare you was called 'Defiant Summoner'... which means logic would dictate that they were trying to catch summoners. Well, it makes sense to you. But that means your powers are most likely based around summoning, so maybe you should try calling on a magical creature for help.\n\n<hr>\n[[Something big and flashy, to do lots of damage.|GGDSPlaceholder]]\n\n[[Something quiet and deadly, to do them in before they know they've been attacked.|GGDSPlaceholder]]\n\n[[Something smart and deceptive, to rescue everyone without a fight.|GGDS1x5]]\n\n[[Something to bolster your abilities, so you can do it yourself.|GGDS2x1]]

It's a good fifteen minutes before another van, this one decked out like a yard care service, pulls up. You tense as two people get out, though the assorted types of clothing as opposed to anything uniform bolsters you a bit. (It also helps that it's one man and one woman, though logically you know it shouldn't.) The guy meanders up to the window you've rolled down, leaning in a bit to look back at the hostages, then at you and Duo. "Who's that?"\n\n"Oh, that's Duo. I, uh, summoned her," you explain, unable to keep your chest from puffing out a bit in pride.\n\nBoth of the new arrivals exchange a quick glance at that, with the girl giving Duo a long, hard look. Then they both nod. "Alright. Ditch that thing and let's get out of here, you've been sitting around in Authority property way too long as it is."\n\nThe hostages are quickly transferred over, with both the new arrivals doing a lot of cursing and spitting on the names of this 'Authority' as they see the state they're in. Once you're in motion again, the girl asks you, "So how'd you get away, anyway?"\n\n"I'm really not sure... it's like I just sort of came out of it," you answer. "I played along until I could get away, but I got bitten... by an <i>Abroar</i>, that was so weird. I managed to make a healing potion with Infuse, like they do in the game, then I went back for the others. I summoned Duo here, and she pretended to be one of the guys in suits and just drove right out with everyone. She said she could read the information about how to contact you guys in the mind of one of these guys, so I did."\n\nBoth of them trade another glance at that. You notice how much they look alike... in fact, except for the guy having much shorter hair and like he'd maybe had his nose broken before, they could be almost identical. (Well, and the fact that the girl seems to have a pretty sizeable chest.) The guy clears his throat. "That's a pretty amazing story. Um, but hey listen, I think everyone back at the base might be a bit more comfortable if you showed up without your summon out. Could you maybe...?"\n\n<hr>\n[[Well... okay.|GGDSPlaceholder]]\n\n[[No way.|GGDSPlaceholder]]

"I guess we'd better try and get in touch with these 'Rogue Element' guys," you answer after a bit of thought. "I mean, that's usually how it goes in the game, you hook up with whatever the resistance group is... even if you're a loner that doesn't rely on anyone."\n\n"Certainly. As soon as we get back to Deviville, then."\n\n"Er, Duo... are you, I mean, okay?" You look at her in concern. "You're not, like... hauled here from some other dimension, and in constant agony being in this plane of existence, right?"\n\nThat actually gets a grin from her, and she looks over at you and winks. "No, master. I'm actually quite happy to be here with you."\n\n"Oh. That's good, then. Er, and you're not siphoning off my life force or anything to stay manifested...?"\n\n"No, unlike some of the bigger and 'flashier' summons, I am capable of surviving indefinitely off of ambient energy. I can stay summoned as long as you like."\n\n"Good." You do find that comforting, and actually reach out to take one of her hands and give it a squeeze. This time she gives you not just a grin, but a full-fledged smile that makes her bland forgettable face look absolutely stunning.\n\nOnce the van reaches the edge of town, Duo pulls the van up to something you'd thought was almost extinct... a pay phone. Duo turns and digs in one of the still-mesmerized hostage's pockets, and passes you several coins. "I will give you the number telepathically, master."\n\nYou hop out and hurry to the phone, dumping quarters in before dialing the number Duo sends you. After a few rings, the line's picked up and a woman's voice says, "Henny's Hairport, how may I help you today?"\n\n"Ah, yeah," you answer, glancing uncertainly at where Duo's still sitting in the van, before you shrug. "Um, listen, my name's Cyan, and these guys tried to kidnap me and some other people, and I was told you could help..."\n\n"Honey, this is a hair salon. Maybe you needa call the cops," the voice on the other end suggests in obvious annoyance.\n\n"Wait, wait! One of the others, um, gave me this number! Seriously, if there's anyone there that knows what's going on."\n\n"I'm hanging up now," the woman says with a huff.\n\n"I'm Defiant!" you blurt, clenching your hands on the phone tightly.\n\nThere's a few moments of silence on the other end of the line. Then, finally, "Who's the best hero, then?"\n\n"Ein!" you answer immediately, then almost wince. "I mean, the fans hate him, they keep saying he's all 'Broody McSad', but it's not like he didn't have a good reason, he lost his brother and mom and everything, most people just don't bother to empathize with him and understand..."\n\n"... Cyan? As in Cyanide Koolaid?"\n\nYour jaw drops. "You've seen my fanfiction?!"\n\n"Look, stay where you are. Someone will be by to pick you up soon." With that, the line goes dead. You stare at the receiver for a moment, then hang it up and go to clamber back into the van.\n\n"You haven't updated that fanfiction in over a year, master."\n\n"Not now, Duo."\n\n<hr>\n[[Continue.|GGDS1x7]]

What does Theresa's weekend with Davis hold next?\n\n<<if $bbcfacefuck is "false">>[[Facefuck.|Ther2x4]]<br><br><<endif>>[[Assfuck.|Ther2]]\n\n[[Jacuzzi time.|Ther2]]\n\n[[Service by the pool.|Ther2]]\n\n[[Making a video.|Ther2]]\n\n[[Lingerie show.|Ther2]]

Let's see, names and more info for these "mixed" centaurs. Apparently they're actually viewed as something of a, well, <i>mixed</i> blessing in centaur tribes, since they tend to combine a lot of traits of both sexes. They get both male and female charisma (equating to a rather large CHA bonus), the physical benefits of both (male muscle mass with more feminine streamlining, meaning both a STR and DEX boost), naturally skilled at both intimidation and diplomacy, they don't have to sleep much, they have longer lifespans...\n\n'Man, someone sure wanted it to be attractive to play their lewd fantasy,' you think with a literal snort, stamping one of your back hooves, which makes your large bare tits wobble some as well as some other jiggling you can feel further back under your lower half. Your tail flicks as you continue reading...\n\n... wait.\n\nYou blink a few times, raising your head, then lifting the book away from yourself to look down... at the pair of rather spectacular, completely uncovered breasts now attached to your chest. But what's more, you can see through the cleft of them down past your waist... and where that blends into a horse's body, including long, strong legs leading down into hooves with thick tufts of fur surrounding the tops of them. You look back at yourself... yep, that's definitely a horse's butt, with shiny black hide, and a thick braided tail with the tuft at the end dyed half blue. From the weight and the feel of something brushing your bare back when you turn your head, your hair's quite a bit longer and probably done in a similar style. And, well... while you're not exactly able to get a good look, the feeling of something moving between your hind legs whenever you shift or stamp a hoof, combined with what you were reading about, gives some hints as to your lower half's... disposition.\n\n"What the hell?" you whisper aloud, closing the book and staring at it. Except the cover is now plain brown leather, with the embossed title reading 'On Centaurs'. You stare at it with your jaw agape, but it's not exactly hard to figure out what's happened to you. You were reading about a particular sort of creature that exists in a fantasy world... now you <i>are</i> that particular sort of creature. And since you're not standing in a library anymore, but on grass and amongst some trees, you can probably also assume you're in that fantasy world too. \n\nYou hear something a bit distant, and while your ears don't quite twitch with it, it's close. (You raise a hand up to touch them... they're bordering on 'Lodoss' elf ears but not quite that long. Maybe more 'How Not To Summon A Demon Lord'.) You step forward, trying not to be distracted by your boobs bouncing, quickly finding yourself beside a road. You lean forward a bit and peer down it, quickly spotting a quartet of mounted figures in the distance. They're still a little far off to make out a ton of details, but you're surprised by just how much you can... there's what looks like a human girl with long, tousled brown hair and glasses, wearing rather eclectic clothing. Actually they all seem to be women, though the one riding beside her is bigger than a lot of guys you've met, broad-shouldered and well-muscled, her oiled skin a rich copper color with a faint gleam of green to it (putting you in mind of a penny that's somehow both patinaed and polished at the same time), wearing scattered pieces of armor that still leaves a fair bit bare. A very scantily-clad blonde elf with a quiver and bow slung at her back. And finally a rather odd-looking woman dressed in black and white robes with edgings in a number of different colors, her braided hair white on one side and black on the other, who's riding not a horse but... is that a reindeer? \n\nIn any event, they definitely look like an adventuring party, and they'll be on you in a minute or two.\n\n<hr>\n[[Introduce yourself.|GGSMCent1x1]]\n\n[[Hide and let them pass.|GGSMCent]]\n\n[[Attack!|GGSMCent]]\n\n[[Get your dick wet.|GGSMCent]]

* <b>Main:</b> Jamie can now download the [[SpinJob|QONile2x1]] or MeistroComp apps from Nile.\n* <b>Main:</b> Cyan can now [[seduce|GGDog1x10]] her drunk and depressed mother.\n* <b>Main:</b> Jamie can now order the [[Sexaroid|QONile1x7]] or the BFFBot from the Nile android shop. He can also browse the [[magical items|QOSchool1x6]].\n* Jamie can make his mother act slutty with SpinJob. He can also decide to use SpinJob on Maya instead.\n* <b>Main</b>: Jamie can tell Shotiel that being fucked by the incubus made him feel [[unclean|QOInc6x2]].\n* <b>Main:</b> Mallory-using-Jamie's-body can now choose the [[bank account|QOInc8x3]] instead of the safety deposit box at the bank.\n* <b>Main:</b> Jamie can [[stay in the library|QOSchool1x3]] after school.\n* <b>Main:</b> Cypher can now [[suck the weapon merchant's cock|CySW2x2]] to be allowed to buy the Omnisonic Disruptor.\n* <b>Main:</b> Jamie can wear the [[cool shirt|QOSchoolStart]] on his first day of school.\n* More of Jamie and Gideon.\n* Jamie can enslave Maya using SpinJob. He can also use SpinJob on Kevin.

Obviously there's a language gap, but your host deciphers pretty quickly that you're lost far from home and, apparently still quite grateful for returning Asmaneh to him, he still resolves to help you. So you get put up in quite a nice room and even have your own servant, which overall isn't too bad.\n\nOver the course of several months, you learn the language, and can mostly make yourself understood... except that a lot of the concepts you're trying to get across, like time travel and countries that haven't been discovered yet, are just a little too complex. You can't find the common frame of reference to figure out the words you need, so eventually you just give up.\n\nYour former master is still quite kind to you, as is Asmaneh, especially once you explain that you hoped bringing her back would be the result of petrifying her all along. By then, obviously, they've been married for awhile now. But he's a young man yet, a young man looking for ways to establish himself and show his growing power and wealth. Ways like a pretty young foreign bride.\n\nIt's not like you have a whole lot of other options... he's basically already taking care of you completely, and while you don't <i>think</i> he'd just toss you out into the desert if you said no... well. Besides, he's a nice enough guy, all things considered, and he <i>is</i> rich.\n\nSo it comes to pass that eventually, your former master becomes your master again... your husband and master, that is.\n\n<b>Samantha the Genie</b> end - <i>Second bride for first master</i>\n\n<hr>\n\n[[Back to start.|CharGenMain]]

"I think I can manage, Commander," you say after giving it a moment's serious thought, as it seems to deserve. "If you want me to accompany you... I mean, I think I can control my facial expressions, at least. If I start having trouble, maybe I could excuse myself?"\n\n"Hm, someone leaving during diplomatic greetings can be problematic, but it's good that you understand it's less problematic than laughing or making unpleasant faces," Calama notes drolly. "And not to be too blunt, but you <i>are</i> just an ensign, it's easy enough to make an excuse for why you had to leave, if they even notice."\n\nYou try not to let that ding your pride, and instead just nod. "If you really want me there, Commander."\n\n"Have to be part of your first first contact sometime, Ensign LaChance," Calama says breezily. "Admittedly on first blush from what our sensors have been able to tell us about their technology and what little we've seen of their culture, the Fwump would not exactly be a glorious shining star to add to our alliance, but looks can be deceiving. In any event, it's really just our job to make nice, make them feel welcome, get them feeling serious about trade alliances or nonaggression treaties or whatever tickles their fancy, and then turn them over to the civilian diplomats once it's obvious they're not going to throw a tantrum and start shooting."\n\nYou nod to that. "So, ah, is there a formal uniform, or...?"\n\n"No, the standard uniform is considered 'formal' enough for these things, that's why diplomacy station suits are designed so crisply anyway," Calama notes brightly. "In any event, Ensign LaChance, we're going to try and schedule the meeting for sometime during the shift tomorrow, so I'd like you to go ahead and take the rest of this shift off. Read over your diplomatic protocol texts as a refresher, and also, do your best to get yourself into a positive mindset. That's one of the best and easiest ways to avoid making any sort of scene during negotiations."\n\nYou thank her and head out. Well, you're likely to have to spend tomorrow in a room entertaining the least attractive aliens you've met so far on this "little adventure", but at least you've got the rest of the day off. Though you are just nervous enough about possibly sparking interstellar war that you decide to go ahead and do as told, reviewing your class texts and trying to cultivate a positive attitude. ... And type in the group chat. You're not so worried that you're going to be locked to the texts.\n\nYou do your best to be circumspect about your real feelings on the Fwumps (who knows that what you say in texts might wind up in court someday, you've seen Star Trek VI), but apparently news of them and what they're like has already spread across the station, with the others offering both condolences and congratulations on the mingled aspects of you being part of a first contact. (Telit, naturally, says what everyone's thinking outright, but you figure her being a Bluntok would be a mitigating factor in most courts.)\n\nIt's a bit later at night and you're still going back and forth between reading diplomacy primers and trying to center your mind and get yourself into the same mindset of easygoing, professional optimism Commander Calama usually radiates when you get another beep from your comm station. Getting up and heading over, expecting to see that the group chat's back to work because everyone's off and can't sleep, you instead see a new text from an anonymous sender. You're... not sure that's supposed to be possible.\n\n'<i>Hey there. One of your friends told me that you're going to be part of first contact with those ugly toads tomorrow. (Don't worry, this text is hidden and will self-destruct when it's closed.)</i>'\n\nYou frown at it, considering closing it then and there to test that, but curiosity gets the better of you and you type back '<i>Who is this?</i>'\n\n'<i>Just a purveyor of many fine goods, including a few that I admittedly really shouldn't have on the station. But some of which could be very useful to someone in your position.</i>'\n\nYou frown more deeply. '<i>"My position" being?</i>'\n\n'<i>You have to be in a room with those things all day tomorrow, right? And you have to be nice and polite to them, and more than that, you have to please the Commander, riiiight? I have some things that could help with that, guaranteed!</i>'\n\n'<i>Not at all legal things.</i>' you note.\n\n'<i>Did I not already say that? Look I have them for a reason and it's not to sell to passing-through randos, your crewmates are my regulars for these products. You're more likely to get a scolding and maybe docked a week's pay if you're caught with this stuff than any real consequences.</i>'\n\nYou're just eyeing that and thinking it over when the anonymous sender adds, '<i>Look, if you're interested, say so, if not, just go ahead and close the window. No scales off my tail.</i>'\n\n<hr>\n[[Close the window.|GGSR]]\n\n[[Express your interest.|GGSR]]\n\n[[Try and take them down.|GGSR]]

You are an adult female between the ages of thirty and forty. You've got some life history behind you and think you have a pretty good handle on things. (Which may or may not be true.) You also think the world is a boring, mundane place with few real surprises around the corner. (Which, again, may or may not be true.)\n\n[[Celeste|CelesteStart]]: A thirty-two-year-old former office worker, you've hit the skids pretty hard. You're living out of your car and the only reason you still have that is that you hide it when you park each night. You've gotta turn things around somehow...\n\n[[Helen|HelenStart]]: A thirty-one-year-old teacher, you've made a real name for yourself over the last several years. You've got your pick of a number of choice assignments, limited only by the opportunities you think you'll provide.\n\n[[Marei|MareiStart]]: You're a thirty-eight-year-old single mother, currently living off the pension and life insurance of your late husband. You spend most of your time doing various work with the community and taking care of your offspring.

Feeling annoyed by the interruption, you answer the phone and listen to the polite inquiry by the voice on the other end, then make a flippant comment about how you're not interested in working for the corrupt military-industrial complex. The person on the other end is cool, polite, and makes a rather cutting reference to a prior project of yours working on a flu cure that wound up getting locked in a vault by the company.\n\nThe argument just escalates from there, quickly discarding pretensions of calm and collected and turning into an ideological shouting match. Half of the things coming out of your mouth aren't even things you necessarily believe, you're just angry now and have a need to be <i>right</i>. At some point you start to think that the woman you're talking to isn't just another member of the HR department... they seem far too invested in defending their company's honor. But you've worked up too good a head of steam to think rationally about the argument anymore, so both of you continue long after the point of good taste.\n\nFinally, the woman says, her voice cold, "Don't worry, doctor, you've made your position and intentions towards us entirely clear. We can continue this some other time." Then the line closes. You're left staring at your phone, slowly realizing just what you've done, and the ominous potential meanings of those final words.\n\n<hr>\n[[You have made an enemy of the Thunderstrike PMC. This will influence your approach to things at your father's lab, and occasionally you may see a "(Thunderstrike.)" option in the branch choices. Choosing this will cause the inevitable Thunderstrike assault to occur at that point.|IPLB1x2]]

"Look, let's just give them what they want," you say with a glance over at Jane. "This is all some weird sort of... game or whatever, right?"\n\n"Is it a game? Gosh, I wonder how many points all the raptor dicks I've sucked are worth," Callie muses, tapping her chin as she looks upward.\n\nJane gives her an odd look, then looks back at you. "Trust me, eventually they'll want something you don't wanna give. Then you might find it a little disturbing just how much you <i>do</i> find yourself wanting it." She sighs and leans back on her hands, not bothering to hide the hole in the crotch of her bodysuit now. "But overall I don't really disagree with you. I've avoided being completely captured up to this point... not a lot left to lose by just cooperating anymore, I guess."\n\n"Hm, I suppose you have a point there," Callie muses. Just then the door slides open with a hiss, one of the blocky-striped raptors looming in it. Its reptilian lips pull back from its teeth in a leer as it looks around at all three of you, gaze lingering on Jane's lap and causing her to press her legs together. Apparently unbothered, it looks at Callie and gives a few short hoots and clicks. "Yes, we've decided we'll help you in figuring out the other experiments. She'll do it," she adds, pointing at you.\n\n"Me?" you yelp, pointing at yourself, even as the raptor makes a *hronk?* noise and aims one talon in your direction.\n\n"Oh, it's all actually pretty easy," Callie answers, waving off your concerns. "Honestly, I think they just have some gaps in their conceptual thinking that keep them from quite grasping it." At a series of distinctly offended-sounding hoots and clicks from the raptor, the bespectacled woman gives a little 'psh'. "Oh, you do too, you couldn't even figure out what toilets were for until one of you wanted to leer at me while I used one."\n\nYou and Jane glance away uncomfortably, while even the raptor looks to the side and scratches a claw at the top of its head. Then you yelp as it bends and wraps its long, clawed fingers around your upper arm, guiding you to your feet and along with it as it leaves the room, the door hissing closed behind the two of you. It shows you the way to a screen set in the wall, then makes insistent honks as it taps one of the icons to bring up a text list. At a quick glance, it looks like a list of ongoing projects. Just why a place built to clone dinosaurs was working on some of this, you haven't the foggiest. You look at the list, then questioningly at the raptor. It makes a sweeping gesture with its claw all down the screen and honks again. Okay, apparently any of them will do, you just have to pick one.\n\n[[Size-Changing Beam|RaptorSize1x1]] - An experiment in making things grow or shrink. Seems pretty straightforward. Maybe the raptors don't want to have to run away from the T-rex, if there is one on the island.\n\n[[Botany Experiment|RaptorPlants1x1]] - Something to do with genetically engineered flowers? Do you even know where you'd start there? But apparently the raptors, and Callie, think you can figure something out.\n\n[[Biological Storage|RaptorFluid1x1]] - Using... living things to store stuff? Geez, this facility had some weird ideas.\n\n[[Cerebral Pattern Buffer Device|RaptorSwap1x1]] - It sounds like it's meant to be able to store someone's mind on a computer and then put it back in their body? Why would the raptors want something like that?

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

Psh, of course you're gonna sleep with your new plushie. Besides the fact that she's adorable, what do you care if it's 'kidlike'? So is playing video games, reading comics, and watching cartoons according to large swathes of the world, and you have no intention of ever giving those up. Snagging Vex and tucking her under one arm, you flop into bed and then snuggle her up against your chest once you've settled under the sheet. Ahhhh... comfy as you expected! Man, she is just intensely huggable, more than any plush you've ever had before. With her being this snuggly, you are definitely going to sleep with her every night at this rate. As you drift off to sleep, you vaguely imagine hearing a long sigh. Hm... weird.\n\n<b>Two years and change later...</b>\n\n"'Don't take too much, Cyan, a dorm room's not like your regular room', yeah no shit," you mutter to yourself as you play Tetris with the sole box that it's been suggested you fill with things from your room to take to college. You sigh a bit as you glance from your closet to the box and back, doing some mental calculations. Then between the glances your gaze lands on Vex, where she's occupying her usual daytime perch of the 3D printed throne you made for her and set up atop a little set of shelves right next to your desk. You walk over and pick her up, resting both hands on her sides and turning her back and forth a little. '... Hmmmm...'\n\n<hr>\n[[Take Vex to college with you.|GGVex1x5]]\n\n[[Don't take her.|GGVex]]

"Hm, sorry babe," you say aloud after a moment, setting Vex down on your desk... then picking up her throne and putting it in the box instead. "We'll have to deprive Your Infernal Highness of her seat for a while, possibly until I actually buy a new place to put it. If not, you'll just have to chill in my bed full time. I know, I know, lazing about in bed all day, such a chore for you, hm?" You grin as you pick her up again, giving her a squeeze before tucking her into your messenger bag instead. "There we go. Your majesty rides in style as usual."\n\n'Besides, not like Lez doesn't know about Vex anyway,' you muse as you finish packing up the box and settle your bag over your shoulder, the plushcubus's head peeking out of one corner where you've long made sure she's in no danger of falling out but that you can still show her off. Leaving the box for your dad and uncle (hey they insisted), you turn and trot downstairs. After saying goodbye to your mom, you hop in your car and take the semi-long drive to Deviville University (certainly long enough that you didn't want to make it every day from home, anyway, besides the taste of freedom you're finally getting). Your family will be up tomorrow with the rest of your stuff, but you've got everything you need to live (such as your computer, your clothes, and your snugglebuddy) in the car, so you'll be fine even if they're delayed.\n\nJust to be sure, when you get to the dorm room you knock and give a call of "Lez?" before unlocking the door and stepping inside. But it looks like your friend, and now roommate, Leslie hasn't arrived yet, so you drop the bags you were carrying on the bed before shrugging off your messenger bag, setting it down a bit more gently and extracting Vex. "Well here we are, your majesty, home for the next four years," you declare, Simba-holding her. "Unless we get moved. Or pledge to a sorority. Or Leslie kicks us out. Or I drop out." You slowly lower her, hmming. "... That went a little dark. ... Oh well, whatever happens, still got you, buddy," you add with a grin, pecking her on the forehead.\n\nInstantly there's a large puff of smoke, leaving you reeling back a bit and coughing. "What the fu-?!" you call, raising a hand and waving it back and forth in front of your face... then realizing the other is still holding something that feels... way different than it did a second ago. Still... a little squishy, but like... girl-squishy. Like your fingers dig in a bit and... yes, that's skin, and a waist, and-\n\n"FINALLYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY!" the succubus standing in front of you shouts exultantly, thrusting her leather-clad fists in the air. Just like the plushie you were holding a moment ago, she's got shortish black hair, just that it's actually hair now, and the red horns poking up from her forehead are actually, well, horns. She's got a face instead of little sewn-on lines, complete with black-scleraed purple eyes. Her proportions have certainly gotten a lot more generous too, with large, full breasts that are still not quite hitting "huge", a slender waist that's not quite waspish, and round hips that are definitely not Pixar Mom levels, all in all 'sexualized but not extreme'... just like you've been drawing her for the last two years. Although you got the high gloves and boots pretty much exactly right, her little leather bikini is a <i>lot</i> smaller on the, well, the real thing, basically tiny leather triangles just barely big enough to cover her pussy and nipples. Then, almost the moment she's finished shouting in celebration, she throws her arms around your neck and hugs you tightly, squealing and rubbing herself against you. "Cyan Cyan Cyan Cyan!"\n\n"Yes I'm Cyan," you reply numbly, still completely in shock. "... Vex?"\n\n"YES!" she squeals, drawing back and clasping her hands on your shoulders. "Yes, you even got my name <i>exactly</i> right you are the absolute best that is one of the many reasons I love you so fucking much Cyan you have to make me your familiar right fucking now!"\n\n"What?!" you yelp.\n\n"Make me your familiar! Take ownership of me fully and completely!" Vex demands, her mouth open as she pants, a little drool actually starting to slide down the corner of her mouth as she looks at you with wildly, almost deliriously happy purple eyes. "I'm ready to serve, I'm ready to devote eternity to you, claim me, Mistress, claim meeee!"\n\n<hr>\n[["O-okay!"|GGVex]]\n\n[["What no!"|GGVex]]\n\n[[... Smek.|GGVex1x6]]

You bring your raised hand across her face in a little slap, not a hard one, just enough that it makes a light <i>smek</i> noise at the impact. Her turning her head and making a surprised little 'O' with her mouth seems more shock than anything else, before she blinks several times... then straightens up and clears her throat, taking a moment to adjust her tiny little bikini top and bottoms, coming dangerously close to showing everything with the motions. "Thanks, I needed that."\n\n"Uh... Vex, seriously? You're, um..." You look her up and down, but not too closely, because wow.\n\n"Yes. I'm a real succubus that was sealed in the form of a plushie a long time ago. Normally I'd have to have my pendant removed to be able to return to my normal form, but I was still able to absorb energy even as I was." Then she lets out a long-suffering sigh, folding her arms under her practically bare tits and lifting them up and together as she adds, "And for the last two years you've fed me a damn near constant supply of love and now I'm in love with you. Happy?"\n\n"... um..." you murmur, your face going red.\n\n"Ahhhh don't blush stop it you look too fuckin' cute when you blush!" Vex whines, putting both hands over her face and turning away a bit, tail lashing. "Do you know how frustrating it is for a demon to fall in love?! This is a huge blow to my ever being able to go back home and become a lord!"\n\n"Sorry?" you say, raising your eyebrows.\n\nShe lets out another long sigh, then shrugs. "... It's fine. Honestly... honestly... as much as it annoys me to say... ... I'm happier being here with you," she mutters, stepping over and wrapping her arms around you tightly.\n\nThis is all starting to sink in as not being just some particularly vivid and well-scripted dream... so of course you put your arms around her and give her a squeeze back. "Well. I'll still call you 'Your Infernal Highness' sometimes if you want. Though I don't think you'll fit on your throne anymore."\n\nVex gives a laugh at that, nuzzling her head against yours a bit before she draws back. "Seriously, though, you should absolutely make me your familiar. I mean, you bought me so you already own me, and admittedly making me fall in love with you is a really great way of insuring my loyalty," she adds dryly, making you blush again. "But once you make me your familiar, I'll be able to do a lot more to help you out. Plus, y'know, magical powers." She smirks as your eyes light up. "Nothing big at first, but the increases to your energy level and your health will be pretty invaluable for a college student, I'm thinking."\n\nSomething tells you that you should be more cautious about dealing with, well, a demon... ... but it's Vex. You've spent the last two years sleeping with her every night feeling her all safe and soft and comfy in your arms, and you just can't help but extend some trust. ... Besides, being able to effortlessly pull all-nighters and not have to worry about surviving on a diet of instant ramen is a big plus. "Yeah, sure. I mean, of course, Vex, I... I mean this is all really wild, but of course now that I know you're real, I want you with me forever," you add, unable to help being utterly charmed by the look of delight that comes to her face. "So, how do I make you my familiar?"\n\n"Well, there's a process. But once you get it started, it's pretty easy to follow," she says with a confident nod.\n\n"'Kay, so how does it start?"\n\nAnd now she grins, a wicked glint in those purple eyes as she raises a leather-clad finger up to touch her glossy pink lips. "Kiss me."\n\nYeaaah somehow you feel like you should have known that was how it would go. ... Well, she is a succubus, after all. You nibble your lower lip for a second... but only for a second, before stepping in and leaning up the distance necessary to press your lips to hers, sliding your arms around her again. Vex moans eagerly and happily, wrapping her arms around you and pulling you closer, her body pressing sensually to yours as her tongue dives eagerly into your mouth. Even as you can feel it working all around yours, both enticing and teaching you with an intensely lewd feel, there's an undeniable feel of adoration and affection in it. 'Fuuuck I think I'm falling in love too,' you think to yourself as you twine tongues with your longtime companion, your hands going to her effectively bare ass and squeezing it, feeling your fingers sink into the firm-yielding flesh just a little bit.\n\nSomehow before you even know it Vex has stripped off your jeans and panties and is similarly squeezing your ass, but with what has to be a succubus's level of ability with it because it feels way too good. It's like her kneading motions translate directly into stimulation of your pucker and pussy, making you squirm and writhe in place as your arousal starts dripping down your thighs. She's just kneading your butt and it already feels like you could cum, and yet it just goes on and on, a steady, almost undefinable pleasure that seems vaguely amplified by you running your hands over her own body. \n\nEventually she draws back, and in a flash she's got your shirt off... well, not a literal flash, she's just <i>very</i> quick and smooth about it. At some point her little bikini has gone, so as she urges you back onto the small dorm bed her nude body presses down atop yours. She gives you another quick kiss on the lips... then smirks. "Hey, remember when you drew me like this?" she teases, opening her mouth and sticking out her tongue... and you watch as it bifurcates, splitting smoothly down the middle.\n\n"Uh, y-yeah," you stammer, still a little caught off guard by how readily she does things like that as she kisses her way down your neck. "I'd just read that wholesome lewd manga about the OL with one and ohhhh my god!" you gasp out as her mouth closes over one of your nipples and that split tongue goes to work on it, teasing and sliding around the stiff nub and just almost managing to pinch it, your back arching at the strange but amazing sensation. Of course it's helped along considerably by Vex sliding two fingers into your pussy and just sort of gently, slowly stirring them around and wiggling them, softly and steadily working you up higher and higher as she moves between your nipples, teasing them with that wicked tongue. Almost before you know it you've cum several times, but weirdly gentle, building orgasms that are almost as relaxing as they are pleasurable.\n\nThen Vex urges you around lengthwise on the bed and climbs up with you, tugging you onto your side and easing herself around, pressing her pussy up against yours as your legs fit together, hers still sheathed in those tall, high-heeled leather boots. You'd been told by various in-the-know friends of yours that tribadism definitely didn't work, but either Vex is just plain better at it or it's something about her succubus nature, because it feels <i>amazing</i> having her pussy rubbing and grinding against yours, and soon both of you are moaning and squealing as you work your hips, juices mingling together, until both of you near-simultaneously let out long cries that would definitely carry to anyone else in the dorm if they're in.\n\n'Gonna... hafta... be more careful about that,' you think, even your mental voice feeling out of breath from how hazy you are from the pleasure. You smile though as Vex moves up to kiss you.\n\n"There... we're good and bonded now. Well, a little more won't hurt," she adds with a snicker. "Looots of fun stuff to do... in fact I'm pretty sure you've illustrated a lot of it..."\n\n"Oh fuck if you're gonna start taking all my ideas from those comics I'm gonna be in trouble," you murmur, half in genuine dismay and half in lust.\n\n"Heheh, we'll see. For now though, mm, let's do a little more and then go see about getting me made into your roommate."\n\n<hr>\n[[Yeah...|GGVex1x7]]\n\n[[... Wait what?|GGVex]]

"I guess it makes sense to have you be my roommate," you agree, rubbing her back a bit. "You've probably got a lot you want to do now that you're not, uh, perma-plushed anymore. Though how'd that happen?"\n\n"I'll tell you the whole story if you want... I mean, besides being your property and your familiar, you went and made me fall for you, so I can't exactly hold back," Vex replies dryly.\n\n"Yeah, later then. Mm... I kinda hate to do that to Lez, though, basically kicking her out and making her find a new roommate like this," you say with a frown. \n\n"Don't worry, I can just soothe things over," Vex says cheerfully. At your slightly dubious look, she holds up her hands. "I mean, I'm not saying go full 'memory rewrite' on her or something, just a little nudge so she's not upset! Plus when we talk to the housing people or whatever, I can do the same thing to make sure she gets a nice solo room or something. ... Or if you're really set on her sticking around, I could tryyyy to do something?"\n\n"You don't sound entirely certain," you note, frowning a little.\n\n"Well it's one of those things!" Vex sits up and back on her heels a bit, lifting her hands in a shrug. "I know a spell called 'Succubi's Luck', it can help get you <i>really</i> favorable outcomes. But it's an infernal spell, so as you can imagine-"\n\n"What, it costs a soul? Invokes horrible karma?"\n\n"Not karma so much as it invokes a theme. I use Succubi's Luck and we're likely to get something a little, well... succubus-like. Which, I mean, works for me, just kind of up to you if you wanna risk that, considering."\n\n<hr>\n[[Try to use Succubi's Luck.|GGVex]]\n\n[[Get Leslie her own room.|GGVex1x8]]

"Hm, something cute... but that is your style," she murmurs, tapping her lip... then grinning. "I know just the thing! Stay here, I'll be back," she says before turning and scampering off back further into the shop.\n\n'... Huh. That was quick,' you think. You wonder what she means by saying 'cute but in your style'?\n\nOf course you don't have to wait long to find out as she returns holding... a stuffed animal. Oh wait, not an animal at all, it's actually a stuffed succubus. And admittedly it is super cute, something adorable about even the classic black leather bikini and high boots and gloves when they're rendered to chibi proportions complete with little nubbin hand and feet. She's got a felt spade-tipped tail and wings, and-\n\n"Oh my god she's so grumpy," you say almost reverently as you accept the plush succubus from the other girl, holding her up high in a vaguely 'Behold Simba' fashion and looking at her face, which is a very close approximation of a :-< emoji.\n\n"You'd think she'd be happier, she's been sitting in here for years I'm pretty sure," she says with a snicker. "You want her?"\n\n"Absotively." You hand over the twenty without reservations, waiting for a receipt before tucking both it and the plush into your bag and heading home.\n\nAdmittedly that's mostly so you can gush over your purchase in private a bit. Once you're safely alone in your room, you pull the plush back out of the bag. "You are absolutely fuckin' adorable," you proclaim. "I'm gonna call you... Vex. Because you look hella vexed," you add with a snicker, poking one plush cheek. "Hm?" you add as you notice something at nudging her head back. Oh hey, she's got a little leather choker too. With an actual amulet on it, that seems to be real metal. That thing's actually really neat looking, and you could totally see yourself wearing it. Hm...\n\n<hr>\n[[Take it.|GGVex]]\n\n[[Nah.|GGVex1x2]]

"Wouldn't wanna steal from my new buddy," you assure the plush with a grin, carrying her over and clearing a spot on your desk for her to sit on.\n\nFeeling a renewed sense of inspiration, you start up your somewhat neglected art tablet and get to work finishing off one of your own succubus sketches, and then start another one inspired by Vex, occasionally amusing yourself by turning the tablet to offer the plush a view of your work. "Whattya think, go all-out on the boobs? ... Naaah you're right, showing some restraint is better, you gotta have style," you say with a snicker as you get back to starting a reference sheet.\n\nEventually you hear a brief knock and then your door open, and with a practiced calm few flicks of the stylus switch over to your 'Completely safe' in-progress work of Samus battling Ridley. "Hello dear. Doing some drawing?" your mother asks as she walks over and pecks you on the forehead. \n\n"Yup!" you answer cheerfully.\n\n"Oh look. It's the same picture you've been working every time I've looked at your tablet for the last three months, and that you only seem to progress on when I'm watching," your mother says cheerfully, her eyes twinkling as your face goes red and you clear your throat. She leans down and pats your shoulder. "It's fine, dear." She adds in a slightly conspiratorial, "I certainly wouldn't have wanted to show <i>my</i> mother the things I drew when I was sixteen."\n\n"Ah... well..." Now you almost feel awkward that really all you were drawing was a demon woman in a skimpy outfit, but somehow it feels like trying to explain that would just make things more awkward. Or at least lead to a talk you're not exactly sure needs to be had just now.\n\nLuckily your mother seems to have moved on quickly enough, reaching over and plucking up the plushie. "Oh, this is cute, is it new?"\n\n"Yeah, I got her in a kind of grab bag sort of deal," you answer with a grin. "I named her 'Vex'."\n\n"Well she does look vexed," your mother agrees with a grin, poking one of the plush's cheeks. "What a nice little source of inspiration you've found. I'm betting."\n\n"Eheh."\n\n<hr>\n[["You want her?"|GGVex]]\n\n[["Gimme."|GGVex1x3]]

"You're gonna scare her with your big corporate paycheck and ideas," you say teasingly as you snag the plush back from your mother.\n\n"Well gosh dear, we can't all be sixteen forever." Smirking, your mother pets your hair a few times before saying, "Dinner will be in a little while, so find a good stopping point in your drawing. Whichever one," she adds with a wink before leaving the room.\n\n"She is entirely too canny," you confide to Vex, tucking the plush into your lap rather than back on the desk. "Here, let's keep you safe from her grabby hands." Sort of absentmindedly draping one arm around the plushcubus, you click back over to your character design for her 'real' form and work a little more, before eventually tapping a control and "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH!"\n\n"Cyan, stop making 'wrong layer' noises and come to dinner!" your father calls from downstairs.\n\nYou hang your head and weep in inconsolable heartbreak for exactly seven seconds before popping up, setting Vex back on your desk as you call, "Yeah, coming!" and head downstairs.\n\nAfter dinner you alternate playing games and chatting with your online friends, usually either with Vex sitting on the desk or settled into your lap, as you find she makes a surprisingly comfy companion. Eventually it's time for bed, and after showering and changing, you stretch, then glance at the plushcubus on your desk.\n\n<hr>\n[["Well, g'night!"|GGVex]]\n\n[[Snoogle time.|GGVex1x4]]

"I feel like tempting the lewd fates before the semester even starts might be a liiiittle much," you say with a snort. "Let's see if we can get Lez, like, a room on this floor and call it good, huh?"\n\n"You're probably right. Although that means..." Vex gives her fingers a little flick towards the door, where a glowing rune circle with lines that are somehow suggestive without being openly lewd appears on it in pink. "A little privacy enchantment and you and I can have some more <i>fun</i> well before the housing office closes."\n\n"Ohhh? What you... mmf... thinking?" you murmur as she leans in over you again, her breasts pressing to yours as she kisses you softly again, her fingers stroking over your thoroughly soaked pussy and gently stroking into it a few times before pulling out.\n\n"Oh this is something I've had in mind for a <i>long</i> time," she coos right before pressing her mouth over yours in a deeper kiss, her hands sliding along your thighs and gripping... and then her hips thrusting forward.\n\n"MMF!" You cry out into Vex's mouth as you suddenly find yourself filled up, the feel of a hot, throbbing cock pushing you open and pressing deep inside, thick and long and touching every spot you've ever wanted touched at once, almost. "Mmf mmf mmf mmf!" you continue crying out muffledly in a mixture of shock and pleasure as Vex starts pumping her hips in a strange mixture of utter skill and near desperation.\n\n"Pfffha!" Vex gasps as she breaks the kiss, her purple eyes just a little wild as she looks down at you, listening to your cries unmuffled now as she fucks you, your legs having almost instinctively wrapped around her, and your arms soon joining them. "Mmn, do you know how fucking jealous I was, sitting there on my little throne, watching that silly <i>boy</i> take your virginity? That was <i>mine</i>, I wanted it, I was fucking <i>seething</i> and now I'm gonna fuck you so much better than he ever did!"\n\n"Nnh, ah, V-Vex, f-fuck's sake," you whimper, caught somewhere between shocked at that revelation and deeply charmed by it, and all of it mixed up with the pleasure of her trying to drive you into the mattress with all the eagerness of a horny teenager and all the innate talent of a sex demon.\n\n"You fucking bitch, Master, not saving it for me," Vex moans adoringly as she buries her head to nuzzle at your neck, nipping at it amidst her thrusts and making you mewl, her body feeling so hot and slick and somehow simply pleasurable itself pressing up against yours. "Say it, say my cock's better than his, Cyan, say I'm fucking you better than he did!"\n\n"Oh <i>fuck</i> your cock's better!" you blurt as you cum for the first time, too overwhelmed by the pleasure and the very strange and yet very intense expression of a succubus's love to feel bad about it. "Your cock's sooo much better you're fucking me better you're making me cum better than he did Vex oh fuck oh shit!"\n\n"My Cyan my Master my pussy mine mine mine," Vex growls half-playfully and half-seriously as she pumps into you faster and faster, the smooth, pretty balls she's grown slapping against you as she takes you and claims you. There's some part of you that says having your familiar feel like she owns you is not exactly the strongest starting point but the rest of you is too busy cumming again and harder than you ever have before, and hearing Vex moan your name in that sweet, possessive, loving way.\n\nIt feels like both forever and only a few minutes before Vex is thrusting in deep and filling you up with what feels to you like a liquid orgasm, like it's just making whatever part of your pussy the thick, hot warmth of her cum touches almost glow with pleasure, your whole body shuddering. She kisses at your neck, your shoulders, your jaw, your cheeks, your lips as you gradually come down from it and catch your breath, still murmuring things like "Love you" and "Mine" as she does. Then she gently pulls away from you, sitting up and smiling down at you as you smile up at her. \n\nThen you give a surprised yip as she flips you over onto your stomach and then hauls you back and up onto your knees, barely giving you time to get up onto your hands before she's leaning over you... and pressing the tip of her cum-lubed prick up against your pucker, her breath warm on your skin again as she whispers in your ear, "I'm gonna take this virginity though."\n\n"H-hey, hey Vex waaaiunnnnnh," you groan, your eyes rolling and teeth clenching a little as she absolutely does not wait and instead pushes into you. You'd have to assume the fact that she's taking your virgin ass so easily and that it feels completely good without even the faintest hint of pain must be something to do with her succubus nature, but you can't exactly process that right now as you quiver beneath her.\n\n"Heheh, y'know I actually have to obey your orders, but you have to mean them," Vex says with a snicker in your ear as she keeps pushing her cock into your ass, her hands sliding adoringly up your belly to grip your tits, squeezing them gently and starting to slowly knead them. "Ahhh... watching these get bigger over the years, but only getting to be hugged up against them... I really wanted to be fondling and sucking on them so badly." Your moans start to grow loud and steady as she begins working her hips, starting to fuck your tight, previously virgin hole in quick thrusts, her balls slapping against your cum-smeared pussy and her hips slapping your round buttocks each time. "At first every night I thought about how much I wanted to rape you, then it turned into how much I wanted to make love to you, now I'm getting to love-rape you and it feels sooooo much better than I ever imagined, Cyan, I love you so fucking much," she moans happily, squeezing your tits in just such a way that it sets off an orgasm, your ass trembling and squeezing around her cock as your pussy gushes on her balls. \n\nMaybe your brain's just adapting to her weird sex demon perspective, because you find yourself moaning "Fuck yes, fuck yes rape my ass, show me how much you love me by raping my bitch ass even harder, Vex!"\n\nWhich, of course, just spurs her on to start thrusting even harder, your familiar moaning happily and more loudly until both of you are giving sweet little cries as she fucks your ass fast and hard, both of you rocking against each other with everything you have, bodies gleaming with sweat and voices raised in pleasure, until finally she's flooding you with that sweet, hot, thick feeling of pleasure turned into liquid to flood across your nerves and wash away everything but sex and love for a few moments.\n\nIn the aftermath, you lay flopped on your back again, catching your breath, with Vex snuggled up beside you, kissing and nuzzling at the side of your neck and cheek, one of her hands stroking up and down your belly, occasionally gently teasing your clit to make you squirm, or playing with your breasts. Once you've settled, she lifts up over you a bit and smirks. "We've still got a few hours before the office closes. What should we do next?"\n\n<hr>\n[["You decide."|GGVex]]\n\n[["... I want a turn."|GGVex1x9]]

"Mm. I'm gonna go out on a limb and say that you prooobably have some succubus ability to give <i>me</i> a dick, right?" you say a bit dryly.\n\nImmediately Vex's eyes light up (literally as well as figuratively). "Oooo! You wanna fuck me now, huh?"\n\n"I mean you're not gonna suck out my soul or something, are you?" you ask, mostly jokingly.\n\n"Only figuratively, not literally," she replies, waggling her eyebrows a bit. "As beautiful of a soul gem as you'd make, one of those little side effects of being in love with you is liking your soul where it is," she adds with a snort. "But we're getting a liiittle off track, I think what you were wanting was... this," she says, tracing two fingertips across the front of your crotch.\n\nYou gasp loudly and lift your hips as you feel a strange, vaguely pleasurable pressure quickly build under your skin, rapidly pressing outward and in a matter of seconds expanding out into a long cock and a draping pair of smooth balls. You stare at it for a moment, wondering how despite it being, well, a dick, its somehow been given a faintly feminine look and looks natural on you, as if you'd had it all along. And then you're quickly distracted as Vex wraps a leather-gloved hand around it and starts stroking, nice and slow even as she shifts down.\n\n"I thought I'd go with 'quick recharge' instead of 'endurance' so don't worry if you're a quick shot the first time," Vex says teasingly as she continues to stroke you, urging up a building, strengthening, consolidating pressure that somehow feels both faintly familiar and entirely different to the rising to an orgasm you're used to. "After all, this is another virginity I'm taking," she adds smugly before pressing her lips over the very tip of your new cock, giving it a small lick just as she cups your balls with her other hand and gives them a gentle squeeze.\n\n"FUCK!" you yelp, jerking your hips upward and immediately spilling your load into her mouth, trembling at the unfamiliar pulsing way the orgasm goes off, sort of ebbing and flowing even as it smacks across you in a more intense way than before. Quickly enough, you slump back on the bed, panting, then start moaning again as Vex resumes slowly stroking you a few times before sliding her hand down to rest at the top of your crotch, her mouth slowly but smoothly sliding downward without a pause, leaving you shuddering again at the feel of your cock pushing into the tight, gripping sheath of her throat without her pausing at all. You settle onto the bed, trying to let yourself relax and enjoy the somewhat slower build this time, just reaching out to stroke Vex's hair. You weren't quite expecting her to start moaning softly around your cock and squirming like she was in pleasure from it, which has you biting your lower lip both at the physical sensation of her stimulating your new prick further and the emotional reaction to her apparently getting off on headpats from you.\n\nOf course between all that and apparently however she created the thing in the first place, you really only get to enjoy Vex enthusiastically deep-throating you before you're spilling another load down her throat, shivering and moaning through it. This time, though, she doesn't stop... instead you can feel her tongue extending, thinning, wrapping around your entire length of your prick and even slipping out past her lips to coil around the base of your balls, the now forked tip flicking and teasing them. Your eyes roll up and your tongue lolls out as she resumes deep-throating you, but now with her tongue stroking and squeezing and milking you the entire time, squeezing around the base of your shaft and your balls. She seems determined to build you up for a good long while this time, making you build up a heavy load, to the point you actually feel your new balls getting heavier and more full and slightly aching for release before she finally loosens her tongue just enough to let you fill her mouth and throat with your load.\n\nShe milks another two shots out of you before returning her tongue to its normal proportions and lifting her head, giving you a wink. Then she gets up onto all fours herself, and it doesn't take you any urging at all to get up behind her. You sincerely doubt she cares much about taking it slow either, considering, so after only a bit of fumbling you get lined up and shove in hard, burying yourself in an infernally perfectly hot, wet, gripping pussy that feels like it's been molded exactly to give your cock pleasure. Your eyes roll as you instantly cum again, your cock twitching and shuddering inside Vex as she lets out a little giggle. "Oooops, did I go a little overboard? Sorry~."\n\nAs your latest orgasm settles you feel the intensity of the sensations from Vex's pussy relax a little. "... Bad girl," you murmur, giving her a slap on the ass, Vex squealing happily at the impact, the squeal turning into a contented moan as you grab her waist and start fucking her. Her ass jiggles almost hypnotically as your hips strike against it, wobbling just enough to show off how round and yielding it is while still being firm. You fuck her upright for a good long while, finally having gotten some control over this quickshot prick she's given you, before eventually leaning forward, letting your tits press against her back so that you can play with hers this time, her happily-lashing tail wrapping possessively around your middle as you do. "You are probably way too much for a horny eighteen-year-old to be handed," you murmur in her ear before returning the favor from earlier, nipping the pointed tip.\n\n"Mmmmn Cyannnnn," she moans happily, working her hips back against you. \n\nYou quickly build up to a hard, fast rhythm, churning up the load of cum you've already dumped in her pussy, making the sounds of your thrusts even louder and thicker and lewder in the little dorm room. Feeling the now familiar build, though, you straighten up and pull out, deciding to go full 'porn vid' and jerk yourself off all over that amazing ass. Vex doesn't seem disappointed at all, moaning happily and almost orgasmically as thick splashes of your seed fall across the sleek, shiny curves, her tail even wrapping around your shaft and milking out a few more drops once you've let your hand drop. The spaded tip smears the last few bits across the tip of your head... then tugs you back in, guiding you right to her own pucker.\n\nYou thrust in even harder and faster than before, Vex letting out a pleased squeal and starting to let out a soft, pleading stream of begging for more, whimpering out how much she loves you and wants you in her ass and how much she's dreamed of you fucking her and using her like a toy. Amidst all of it you lean in and start fondling her breasts again, before gripping them and just fucking her as hard as you can, Vex wailing happily before she turns her head and the two of you kiss hard, tongues playing together, your thrusts not even stopping as you fill her ass with cum for the first time and just keep thrusting.\n\nIt's a little while longer before the two of you finally separate, Vex both dismissing your new addition and cleaning the both of you up with a few snaps of her fingers. "That... was amazing," she murmurs as she stands and stretches.\n\n"What's amazing is that we did all that on a dorm bed without falling off," you note dryly as you start getting dressed. You pause in pulling on your bra, glancing at her and raising an eyebrow.\n\n"One of the many little incidental powers that come with being the very best thing to come out of hell," Vex chirps, putting her index fingers to her cheeks as she smiles brightly, tail flicking. Then she mms and glances down at herself. "Guess I'm going to have to 'blend'."\n\nYou stop in your dressing and watch, fascinated, as her body shifts, her demonic traits disappearing, eyes turning more normally-colored... still fairly purple, but close enough to blue that they're passable. She also gets just a little shorter and slightly younger-looking, breasts and hips and ass growing just a little more slender so that she's not quite so... well, sexbomb-y, you suppose. She snaps her fingers and there's a slight puff, and then she's standing there in a very tight black T-shirt with pink text in an edgelordy font reading 'HELLSPAWN' on the front, the hem stopping a bit above her bellybutton, and a pair of snug little black denim cutoffs, as well as knee-high boots. She turns back and forth a bit, giving a soft 'mm', then flicks her fingers at her now rounded ears, adding dangly pentagram earrings. "There. Think I'll blend?"\n\n"For some definition of 'blend'," you answer dryly, finishing pulling on your clothes and leaning in to peck her lips before the two of you head for the door.\n\nYour friend Leslie's just walking down the hall, the tan, slender blonde giving a wave. "Oh, hey, Cy!"\n\n"Hey Lez, you just get here?" you ask, trying not to betray your slightly guilty (or recently sexed) feelings.\n\n"Actually I got here about an hour ago, but then when I walked up to the door I got a really intense craving for a soda and some sunshine," Leslie admits, actually frowning just a little in confusion as she taps her lower lip with a finger. She shrugs. "Anyway, who's your friend?"\n\n"Oh, yeah, Lez, this is-" Think fast. "Veronica." Probably not Archie-fast but okay fine whatever. "She's my... cousin."\n\n"Oh hey, I didn't know you had cousins I hadn't met," Leslie says, blinking.\n\n"She lived apart, it's a long story." Or fake. More fake than long.\n\n"Hi, Veronica, I'm Leslie," the blonde says, smiling and offering a hand, the disguised succubus shaking it casually enough. Then Leslie tilts her head. "Hey... did Cyan ever tell you that you look a lot like 'Vex', the demon girl from her comics?"\n\n"I think she might have mentioned it," 'Veronica' says breezily, glancing at you out of the corner of her eye, making you cough.\n\n"Um anyway Lez, I know this is sudden, but I only just learned Veronica's attending this university too, and she basically doesn't know <i>anyone</i> in Deviville, so we were hoping it would be cool with you if she was my roommate instead. We'll make sure to get you a room on this same floor, like a private one to make up for it."\n\n"Oh, that's... well, I..." Leslie looks like she's struggling with several different emotions, before you see a faint purple glow to her eyes. Then she just smiles. "Sure, I understand completely. I'll just hang out until I know where to bring my stuff in, then!"\n\n"'Kay, thanks for understanding." You step forward and hug her, then after a bit more quick chit-chat you turn and head out of the dorm and towards the admin buildings. "Was that the... thing you said?" you say under your voice.\n\n"Yeah I just nudged her a little towards one of the reactions she was having anyway, it's fine," Vex replies, waving a hand like it's no big deal. Then she frowns as she eyes said hand, apparently not having been without her gloves for awhile. She gives her fingers a little wiggle, turning her nails glossy black with little pink pentagrams on them. \n\n"Hey careful someone'll see you," you hiss.\n\n<i>Then don't talk out loud so you don't draw more attention to us,</i> Vex's voice says inside your head, making you jump a little bit.\n\n<i>... Were you going to tell me we could do this?</i> you send back after a moment.\n\n<i>I just did. I like, literally just did.</i> Vex grins at you, then shrugs. <i>Look, I specifically used a disguise spell that makes sure that I won't stand out too much. I'm just another hot, kind of edgy girl, no one's going to give me a second glance other than to check out my ass.</i>\n\nA bit later as you're walking up to the housing admin office, she glances at yet another couple of somewhat nerdy-looking guys staring at her and gives them a slightly strained smile, which makes them blush intently. <i>You and that fucking comic.</i>\n\n<i>That fucking comic makes us a significant amount of money every month so show some gratitude,</i> you answer, briefly poking your tongue out at her.\n\n<i>Me show you gratitude?! I'm the fucking star!</i>\n\nThe two of you squabble lightly mentally all the way up to the desk, which means that by the time the slightly mousey-seeming student behind the desk gets up the courage to clear her throat, you've just been staring at each other in silence for about five minutes. She's trim and fairly plain, with round glasses and wearing an oversized cream-colored hoodie despite the warm day outside. (Well, it is a fair bit colder in the office.) "Um. May I help you?"\n\n"Yeah, hi," you say, wrenching your eyes off Vex's (no, start thinking of her as Veronica when she's in disguise) and looking at the student instead, glancing at her nametag. "Ah, Amy, we need to have a roommate assignment changed?"\n\n"Oh, um... trouble already?"\n\n"No, no, we're good, it's nothing like that," Veronica speaks up, wagging a hand in the air. "We actually want to room together."\n\n"... Oh. Okay. Um, let me just log in first," she says, turning to the computer and typing in... then sort of slumping as Veronica reaches across the desk and pokes her forehead, her eyes going glassy.\n\n"What are you doing?" you say flatly as Veronica gives a slightly-too-exact hop over the desk and nudges Amy aside, starting to type.\n\n"Well since I don't exactly have the level of spell handy I'd need to just alter reality and create a whole identity for myself, I'm having to create a fake me in the system the mortal way, aren't I? Luckily she's got the willpower of a soggy cheerio so it's not exactly hard to get how to do it out of her head," Veronica notes dryly, poking Amy gently on the side of the head a few times and making her wobble a little in place before righting. "Let's seeee, Veronica LaChance, age eighteen... ooo, a lie of that magnitude is almost orgasmic..."\n\nYou clear your throat, trying not to be turned-on by her just taking your name like that (or the fact that for the significant future she'll be acting as your cousin). "Could you at least give me a mental heads-up before you're gonna Succu Mind Whammy someone though?" you note, glancing around to make sure no one else is coming.\n\n"Fair enough. But yeah I'll just finish my profile, give her a little nudge to go along with giving Leslie her own private room for no extra cost, and we'll be good." She pauses though, then grins and puts a hand atop Amy's head, wobbling it around a bit again. "Actually she's kinda cute, in a totally plain sort of way. You wanna doubleteam her?"\n\nYou open your mouth, then close it. Then take a moment to process before saying, "What, like that?"\n\n"Well I was thinking after she was done. Like I said, willpower of a two-minute-submerged oreo, we come on a little strong and she'll go for it on her own. But I guess we <i>could</i> with her whammied, if you wanted to try out that sort of thing," she adds, grinning at you. \n\n<hr>\n[[Let's fuck her after.|GGVex]]\n\n[[Fuck her whammied, sure.|GGVex]]\n\n[[No, pass.|GGVex]]

"Let's blow his mind a little," you say with a grin, finding your own boob slider and starting to move it upward, giving a little 'mmmf' at actually feeling your breasts expand. "... Hey that feels kind of good for its own purposes."\n\n"Really? Then what, we'll dance at the mailbox to get him to give us gold?" Leslie asks blandly.\n\n"Okay first of all I am deeply proud of having corrupted you to the point where you'd not only understand but make that reference. Secondly, I mean... a little?" you say with a snicker as you find some other sliders and start giving yourself a toned flat stomach and a perfect round ass and extra perfect legs. "I mean he did say he's got superadmin powers for the game, maybe he'll pop us off some fun equipment or something. ... Leslie?"\n\n"Wha." Leslie blinks hard and gives her head a shake, yanking her eyes off your gradually ever-more-sexualized form and back to her own HUD. "... Yeah okay fine I guess it couldn't hurt."\n\nSoon the two of you have turned yourselves into absolute sexbombs. Admittedly Leslie went with a more blatantly 'amazon' type, Making herself taller and giving herself obvious muscle tone and washboard abs, lengthening her hair into a thick gold mane that definitely makes it look like she should be out conquering and pillaging the villages of weak sheep-like men. You went for much more of the idealized anime adventuress style, also taller but all smooth and sleek and big rounded curves, and... well, you didn't max out the boob slider, because turns out it went waaaay up, but they are pretty much 'huge'. You also lengthened your hair, made it black-fading-to-blue instead of just your blue tips, and found a setting that would let your eyes glow faintly. You look pretty good in the mirror and Leslie made a really hilarious squeak noise when she saw that so you think you're pretty on the nose.\n\nThe two of you head to the clothing racks and, without even prompting, select bikini armor type stuff. At this point, with these builds? What else would you wear besides bikini armor, really? Leslie goes for the more classic scalemail bikini armor, the front of it draping like a loincloth (and giving occasional glimpses of the rather small brown leather thong beneath), with bracers and armored shin-boots, while you again go for the 'this would count as armor in an anime' thing of a very tight, very skimpy black bikini top and bottoms, shoulder-height fingerless gloves, and thigh-high boots.\n\n"Whattya think Tayler will look like in here?" Leslie asks in amusement as she goes over herself in the mirror one last time, giving a soft 'hmm' and nudging her boob slider up just a tiny bit more.\n\n"Hm. Western RPG fan, he looks like young Bruce Willis with young Vin Diesel's body. JRPG fan, generically pretty dude that looks like he could be in a J-Rock band. Buuut since he's a VRMMO anime fan, I'm guessing skinny dude with scruffy black hair," you say with a snicker.\n\n"I don't see a place to pick class or anything," Leslie notes after another moment as she glances around, unable to resist giving her own ass a few slaps, showing the light jiggle of the thin layer of padding over the firm muscle beneath. From the glance she gives down at herself, you're pretty sure she's well over her objections to playing it sexy by this point.\n\n"Yeah, guess we do that as part of the tutorial or something?" There is a spot to set your display name, though, so you choose 'Cyanide' (no worries about it being taken here, obvs), while Leslie goes with 'Gold Leslie' in further obvious homage to her inspiration. Effectively completed, the two of you hit the 'Finish' button.\n\nYou're abruptly standing in the main street (probably only street) of an extremely typical MMO starter town. There are signs hanging above doors with the near-universal icons for the different types of shops (potion bottles, crossed swords, a breastplate, etc.), what's certainly an NPC calling 'Fresh fruit!' from a (probably decorative) fruit cart, and a guy in armor standing down at the end of the street with an honest-to-god golden exclamation point floating over his head. (It even glows faintly in the generic-time-of-day sunlight, that's handy.)\n\n"<b>Oh, you two got done, huh? My, don't you look lovely.</b>"\n\nYour eyes widen a little at the deep, slightly growly voice from behind you that you can't help feeling run all the way down your spine and kick you right in the ovaries. You and Leslie both slowly turn, and then just as slowly raise your heads to look up. "Furry," you say a bit faintly. "I forgot that he might be a furry."\n\n"<b>Oh, uh, er, yeah,</b>" the massive wolfman looming above both of you says, suddenly acting a lot more like a sheepish nerd as he rubs the back of his head and grins nervously (albeit showing a lot of very white, very sharp teeth). Despite you and Leslie both putting yourselves in the range of six feet, he's still easily head and shoulders over you both, in the form of a large, muscular wolfman with dark grey fur, one blue eye and one yellow eye, and multiple piercings in his ears. Like both of you he seems to have gone with the concept of 'the smaller the armor, the closer to God' since all he's wearing are some leather bands around his upper arms, bracers, and a belt with a loincloth hanging down in front and back. You can't help but admit that his tail wagging as he chuckles in that deep voice is pretty charming. Floating above his head is the nameplate 'Destroyer'. "<b>Sorry for the cringe, but since I've just been on here alone I guess I got in the habit of indulging myself and maybe even roleplaying a bit with the NPCs. Ahaha...</b>"\n\n<hr>\n[[No. It's cool. It's fine.|GGLes]]\n\n[[Welp, now you gotta fuck 'im.|GGLes2x6]]

Yeah, a new video is definitely the way to go. Setting up not only the parameters of the relationship, but the start of the video seems like a much better option.\n\nOf course, with thinking about all the things you could do, you wind up jerking off several more times and barely having time to scramble into the shower before your parents do get home. All through dinner you keep expecting them to mention the rather obvious bulge in the front of your jeans (at least all your clothes altered to fit), but neither of them do. You guess as far as they're concerned, you've always had a dick, so it's nothing to even blink at now. After dinner you retire to your room and consider how best to set up the video.\n\nAfter turning over and rejecting several ideas, you come up with one that should work. Charging up your bluetooth-enabled webcam, you tuck it into a corner of the upstairs hallway, where it's largely out of place and unlikely to be seen, especially if you wait to turn it on until your mother is walking down the hall so that she won't notice its On light. You set it up so that it will turn on and immediately start recording when you send it a signal, then set yourself an alarm to make sure you get up before either of your parents. Resisting the urge to make use of your other new toy again (you've decided you want to save up a nice big load for dear old mom), you turn in and sleep.\n\nThe next morning you quickly slap your beeping alarm before your parents can notice that their own isn't the only one going off. Getting up, you sort through your panty and shirt drawers, picking out a near-G-string that just barely covers your entire cock and leaves it fairly well outlined, both shaft and balls, and a snug tanktop-style thing that rides up and shows off your midriff. Thusly skimpily attired, you make your way over to the door and listen carefully, trying not to get so excited that you might snap the tiny panties you've picked out from getting too hard.\n\nEventually you hear the loud thumps of your father's footsteps moving past the door and down the hall. Then you can hear the lighter tread of your mother. Quickly hitting the button for the webcam remote, you drop it, then open your own door and step out, casually stretching your arms up over your head and giving an 'mmmm!' as if you'd just woken up, your pierced nipples showing through the thin fabric of the shirt and your panties shifting down a little to flash the base of your shaft.\n\nYour mother glances at you in passing, and says simply, "Put some clothes on, Cyan," as if it weren't of a particular big deal, before making her way down the stairs and disappearing.\n\n'Nah~,' you think with a smirk, turning and heading back into your room to close the door.\n\nHeading over to the computer, you shut off the webcam and stop the recording, saving the resulting file to a USB stick. Unplugging it, you set the tablet up on its stand on your desk and plug the stick into one of the USB ports on it instead, booting it up and selecting the 'Import File' option. You watch the short little scene play out again on the screen (albeit without audio, looks like the tablet doesn't have speakers), before winding it back to the part where your mother looked over at you and hitting the 'Edit Video' button. By now you've heard both of their cars pull out of the drive, \n\nThe array of options that pops up is just as intuitive as you hoped, and with a smile you pick up the stylus and get to work. The first thing you do is add a bit of a blush to your mother's cheeks at the sight of you... you want to establish that the sight turns her on, after all, no matter how else you decide to proceed. There's an 'Actions' selector, and you use it to have your mother pause in place, hesitating as she looks at you. Then you select another action and drag it into place... and smirk as the you on screen tucks her thumbs into the tiny little panties you're still wearing and pushes them down, letting that thick cock spring free while the black and pink fabric still hugs screen-you's balls. You direct the recording of your mother's eyes down so that they're definitely fixed right on that jutting, half-hard shaft.\n\nOkay, from here, you just need to decide how to have her react, you think as you stroke the current you's fully hard shaft with one hand while you consider. The editing gives you full control over expressions and, combined with that, the tone of the actions taken. You can't exactly write a script... or at least, you haven't figured out how to do that yet... and you've pretty much already decided she's going to get down on her knees and suck your cock, but the nature of her doing it is up to you. So her reaction should be...\n\n<hr>\n[[... breaking down and giving in to temptation.|GGME]]\n\n[[... absolutely consumed by lust.|GGME]]\n\n[[... completely casual.|GGME]]\n\n[[... reluctant but obligated.|GGME]]

The sight of the massive male monster growing hard and with fairly obvious intent to rape you into a quivering pile of flesh has your pussy growing puffy and wet, practically dripping down your thighs in an instant. Well, why else would you imagine your characters wearing something as blatantly lewd as this outfit if it weren't in the back of your mind that you'd like to get captured and ravished? You might not have wanted to go full Magical Realm in your games, but it's obvious that this world has no such compunctions, to judge by the now throbbing pillar of black-green meat shaking in your direction. \n\nOf course you still have to fight, you think a little dazedly as it comes charging right at you, big fists slamming against the ground as it runs partially on all fours. It might just intend to smash you and eat you instead of just violently raping you like you want it to! Your hand is shaking with the intensity of your arousal as you grab one of the longswords at your belt out of its sheath, striking against the monster's first haymaker swing with the blade. The impact bloodies the beast's knuckles and almost knocks the sword out of your hands, but the creature doesn't even seem to notice, instead swinging its other long arm around and backhanding you, the impact striking your side. You're knocked over, sent twisting and thudding to the ground on your knees, head thumping against the ground just enough to briefly stun you, your sword tumbling away into some tallish grass. \n\nYou start to push yourself up, only for a huge, powerful hand to thump down atop your head, practically wrapping around it. It feels like the monster could crush your skull like a grape at the slightest whim, and the thought has you quivering in intense arousal, more of your honey sliding ticklishly down your inner thighs. The beast growls and grunts as its other hand grips at your waist, and you can feel its cock brushing against your bare thighs as it nudges up beneath the chainlink loincloth. The thick head brushes across your sodden pussy, actually pressing your lips apart a bit as you gasp out and give a short, whorish moan... but then as the beast shifts position some behind you, its cock slides up and comes to nudge up between your asscheeks. "H-huh?! Wait, that might be a little muUUUUUAAAAAAH!" you squeal as it abruptly thrusts forward, your whole body jerking hard in instant orgasm as the monster forces its huge prick into your asshole.\n\nJust as you might have expected... and hoped... the monster starts ramming into you hard, over and over again, almost immediately burying the full length of its powerful prick into your violated hole. You moan out eagerly as it slams into you over and over again, bulging up your stomach with the outline of the huge thing, its heavy leathery sack slapping against your still virgin pussy and quickly getting soaked as you cum all over them repeatedly. In no time at all you're fucking back against it as well as you can, shaking your hips eagerly towards it, encouraging it to rape you harder, moaning out "Fuck, fuck yes, use me, pound me with your dick, use my hole, fuck!" and a litany of other pleas and demands as it violates you. Whether the beast understands you or not, it certainly seems encouraged, grunting and growling even louder as its cock throbs inside you. You quickly lose count of the number of times you've cum, but that's nothing compared to feeling its cock start to swell inside you as it suddenly slams forward. And then you're being flooded with so much cum your toned belly swells slightly, your body twitching and hips bucking with the intensity of the feeling, the knowledge that you're being used as a cumdump by a nonsentient monster. The intensity of your own orgasm is only heightened by its hand tightening around your head, as if it were thinking of ending you there and then even as it was still pumping its seed deep into your violated ass, the realization making you cum so hard your eyes roll up and your tongue lolls out.\n\nThe beast grunts as it pulls out of you, cock sliding free of your stretched, cum-smeared hole and wobbling a bit in the air, having lost a little hardness. It grunts and snuffles as it steps back a bit, removing its hands from you, perhaps curious what you'll do. Once you've stopped quivering in orgasm and mewling like a braindead fuckpet, you push yourself up and stagger to your feet, more cum dribbling out of your hole and gushing down your legs. You turn towards the creature, and it hisses a bit as you raise your hands... but then it seems confused as all you do is work a handful of latches and send your equipment clattering to the ground. Now clad in nothing but the assless chaps and your boots, you step towards the wary creature and then squat down in front of it, leaning in to start licking and sucking at the big inhuman prick that was only moments ago raping your ass, eagerly sucking cum off of it and fondling the beast's heavy, dirty balls. The taste is undeniably inhuman, the realization that you're sucking off what's basically a predatory animal practically making you cum again.\n\nThough at first confused by your activities, the monster clearly doesn't want to discourage you... and just as quickly decides to take charge. Soon, instead of worshiping it with your lips and tongue, you're having your face fucked, one of its huge hands once again wrapped around your head in a constantly threatening embrace as it slam-rapes your throat. Your hands grip on its short, incredibly powerful thighs, moaning and gulping eagerly around its pistoning prick as its balls slap against your chin, looking up worshipfully at the mindless creature trying its best to breed your mouth-pussy. It hisses and snarls down at you, as if even now thinking that it might kill and devour you at any moment, the thought making your hips shake and buck and your pussy quiver in delight. When it yowls again and thrusts forward, your eyes roll and you cum hard as it dumps its next load down your throat, enough of its jizz rushing out that some escapes from around your lips and smears all over your face. This time when it pulls out you're left gasping, cum dribbling down your chin as you watch the beast step back, letting out little grunts as it settles onto its hindquarters and then leans back, cock flopping against its toned belly as if spent.\n\n"Noooo," you moan softly, leaning onto your hands and crawling on all fours towards it, your ass shaking in the air like the bitch in heat that you are. You wrap your hands around the flagging shaft, the beast grunting as you stroke and urge at it. "You have to defile <i>all</i> my holes! It's not done until you fuck my pussy and use it as a cumdump, proving I'm nothing but a whore for monsters!" You doubt it actually understands you, but between your tone, your hands, and some more licking and sucking at it, its cock does get hard again, soon jutting up over its belly as the beast watches you, almost seeming fascinated. This time you clamber up on top of it, using a hand to aim its prick, and slam yourself down, squealing gleefully as you stuff its entire huge cock into your previously unfucked cunt all in one go. You begin slamming yourself down on it over and over again, doing your best to rape yourself on the beast's powerful pole, shaking your hips to make sure it stretches you out and ruins you as much as it can. The monster's big hands grip your hips, actually urging you down even more, and overcome by desire you lean in as it brings its head close to you, licking at its inhuman maw like a dog as you moan and whimper. It opens its mouth, its dripping, seemingly prehensile tongue snaking across your face before slipping into your mouth, leaving you sucking and tonguing it wantonly as its cock throbs inside your pussy. When it shoves upward and starts unloading into you again, you cum harder than ever thinking that it might be knocking you up, impregnating you with its vile seed and forever marking you as a breeding sow for monsters.\n\nThings get a little hazy after that... you basically came so hard you were blacked out, but you're pretty sure it fucked you a few more times at least. Or so it seems when you wake up, laying face-down on the ground, your arms at your sides and legs spread, cum still dripping out of your pussy and your entire body smeared with sweat, monster skin-oil, and lots and lots of partially dried jizz. Pushing yourself to your feet, you take a look around... it seems to be about midmorning and no sight of your rapist. All your stuff is still here so it really was most likely just a nonsapient beast that happened to be generally humanoid. Having that emphasized, and realizing that you really did spend at least half the night being a mindless animal in heat for a nonsentient beast, makes you moan and reach down to fondle your well-used pussy a bit. \n\nWell. That was certainly an upswing to a bad start! Now it's time to-\n\n<hr>\n[[-get your things and go.|GGWar]]\n\n[[-wander into the woods and hope for more.|GGWar]]

Meh, right now you're pretty fed up with other people in general. You turn your horse away from the smoke and set off in a different direction, eager to get some space. Right now you're so Done that you're not even sure you want to go back to your world, full of people as it is, you need some time to cool your head before you make any decisions about what to do. \n\nIt's verging on actually dark by the time you decide to make camp, having ventured into the woods to make sure no other parties are likely to come across you at random. You've just tied up the horse and are rummaging through your pack to look for supplies when you hear a heavy rustle from nearby. You look up just in time to see a massive form lumber out from between two trees. You're not even sure what sort of monster it is, it's a good eight feet tall and at least vaguely humanoid, though the proportions are off... it has thick, gorilla-like arms but with relatively short, stumpy legs, and a fairly long torso that leads up to a heavily muscular chest and broad shoulders. Its head is virtually spherical, with ram-like horns on the sides and a mouth that has its massive teeth on the outside, with smallish black eyes staring right at you. The whole thing is covered in slightly oily-looking green-black skin, and it doesn't seem to be sentient, you're guessing, from the fact that it has no gear or equipment whatsoever or even any skin decoration, not so much as a scrap of cloth covering the massive mostly human-like cock wobbling between its legs.\n\nApparently realizing that you've spotted it, it lets out a shriek and waves its arms in the air above its head, fists clenched... and its cock rapidly hardening, starting to jut out in front of it. Its aggressive intentions are clear, the only thing that isn't clear is whether its priority is to eat you or fuck you! Just the thought makes you-\n\n<hr>\n[[-terrified.|GGWar]]\n\n[[-enraged.|GGWar]]\n\n[[-horny.|GGWar7x2]]

Deciding to start with the Yuuki twins, you ask Jun-san to have them called to your office. You also take a moment to put her under and tell her to ignore any odd sounds or events she might hear or see from your office... just to be on the safe side. Then you return to your office and settle in to await their arrival, which doesn't take long.\n\nYou're a little surprised when they show up, since their files didn't have pictures... they're both blonde. And blue-eyed. But you didn't see any notes in their file about them being scolded for dying their hair or wearing colored contacts, which are both against even the school's rather loose uniform code. It... must be natural? Hunh. Other than that they're both slender, and cute, and do look quite a lot like each other... she's got her hair in two little ponytails at the sides, his hair is slightly long (meaning he could probably pull off the same style if he wanted). Other than that and the fact that she's in the girl's uniform of black jacket with white trim and red plaid pleated skirt and he's in the boy's uniform of all-black jacket and pants, they are indeed nearly identical.\n\n"Good morning," you greet cheerfully in Japanese. "You must be Asada and Takeo. I hope you'll both forgive the use of your given names, as 'Yuuki-san' could become a little confusing in this situation."\n\nBoth exchange a glance, before Asada gives a slight nod. "That's understandable, Patissier-sensei. Was there something you wanted to see us about?"\n\n<hr>\n[[Talk normally with them.|HelenJP]]\n\n[[Hypnotize them.|HelenJP1x8]]

*<B>Main:</b> Cyan can now access the [[app store|GGVR1x3]] on her VR rig.\n*<b>Main:</b> Cyan can look into the "[[Find a Date Meeting|GGDateStart]]" on DeviList.\n*<b>Main:</b> Cyan can agree they should [[lock the door|GGLes1x1]] when fooling around with Leslie.\n*<b>Main:</b> Cyan can [[leave the office|GGSR13x3]] after being welcomed to Space Ranger Academy.\n-Update 2-\n*<b>Main:</b> Cyan can [[agree|GGRogue15x12]] to Alrid's suggestion that she might be married off to a human noble.\n*<b>Main:</b> Cyan can decide to [[fool around|GGUncle1x7]] with her cousin.\n*<b>Main:</b> Wilma and Tanya can check out the [[Beefy Fajeeta|WilmaFun3x1]] animatronic in the stable.\n-Update 3-\n*<b>Main:</b> Cyan and Leslie can spot [[a bunch of guys in suits|GGLes4x1]] approaching Leslie's neighbor.\n*<b>Main:</b> Cyan can [[agree to be put off the ship|GGSR3x1]] after being Space Ranger pressganged.\n-Update 4-\n* More Space Ranger cadet Cyan.\n*<b>Main:</b> Marei can [[be honest|MareiBots2x2]] when the newly-activated Guard questions her.

"I guess... 'grow'," you finally say dubiously, since it seems that neither Aunt Kelly or Gail are going to speak up. You're not sure if it's one of the less ominous options or more, but since you have no clue what any of them mean, what does it matter?\n\nThe word blinks on the tablet screen and enlarges. All three of you jerk back reflexively as a hole opens in the floor and a small platform, no bigger than six inches across or so, raises up. There are three wristbands on it, each with a number on it.\n\n"Each of you please select a wristband to wear. You will not be told what the different numbers signify," the flat-voiced, big-titted girl announces.\n\n<hr>\n[[Take the "1" band.|giantcock]]\n\n[[Take the "2" band.|gianttits]]\n\n[[Take the "3" band.|filledbyothertwo]]\n\n[[Sacrifice yourself for the other two, take all three bands.|ultramacro]]

"<b>Fighters, prepare yourselves!</b>" booms the Dark Judge. Wow, they even got whatever sound systems they use set up out here, wonder where the speakers are hidden? Once you and Jackson have settled into your stances, he thunders, "<b>Begin</b>!"\n\nFighting honorably in a normal tournament helps you win and helps you feel good about yourself. Fighting honorably in an anything-goes knock-down-drag-out fight with ridiculous amount of money on the line when your opponent outclasses you in practically every way is a good way to take a really painful beating for no good reason, you decide. \n\nJackson comes in fast, but not nearly as fast as yesterday's opponent, and you have plenty of time to size up the way he's moving. His punch is quick, but telegraphed, and you duck underneath it to snap a few quick jabs to his belly and sides. Lots of taut muscle there, not doing a lot of damage, but you're mostly just letting him know you can sting... and letting him think you're going to keep attacking from the front, bobbing and weaving but always letting him keep you in front of him.\n\nDuring the fight you can hear someone singing, a crooning, rather haunting melody of multiple voices. You don't know when these fights started getting their own choral section, but you do your best to tune it out and focus on your risky little gambit, especially since all it will take is one lapse to lose as completely as if you were just trying to wail away at him.\n\nYou can dodge his punches fairly easily since you're just biding your time and watching him... you know that actually taking one of those hits would pretty much be the end of the fight for you. You juke back and, in his annoyance at your constant dodging, he overextends to try and connect. Immediately you swing around and slip to the side, your leg lashing out, striking at the back of his left knee. Muffling a curse he goes down, almost yelping when he hits on the knee and dropping down to his other one.\n\nYou wrap an arm around his neck and set yourself, leaning back. He makes an angry, choked noise (well obviously on the latter) and starts trying to grab at your arm, but is unable to get enough purchase with his fingers to try and throw you off. He takes a few elbow-shots at your legs, but his angle means they're more painful nuisance than effective counter. You lean back harder, hearing him grunt as even more of his air is cut off.\n\n"<b>Acknowledge your defeat!</b>" the Dark Judge thunders, pointing at Jackson. "Submit!"\n\nYou think for a moment he won't, his fingers twitching on your arm. Then he lets his arms drop to his sides and lets out a huff of breath. A moment later you slide your arm from around his throat and step back.\n\n<hr>\n[[Continue.|HellKore1x9]]

This time the Dark Judge doesn't bother with a speech, simply booming out "<b>Punishment.</b>" Four of the servants march forward and grab his arms, the other two bending to take hold of his legs. Lifting the big man surprisingly easily, they carry him over to the side of the disk facing the waterfall. Your eyes widen and you start forward as they begin swinging him, but before you can do anything he's tossed over the side. One of them turns back and sees your horrified expression, and grins at you. "Don't worry, it may seem impossible, but he's fine. You'll see him again at the end of the tournament, I assure you."\n\nYou glare after them dubiously, then move to stand at the edge of the ring and look down towards the waterfall pool. You think you can just see people swimming about lazily, and there's some more of that singing, actually rather jubilant and uplifting, albeit wordless. None of which would be likely if someone just came plummeting down and died horribly, you think... even around here. Giving the Dark Judge a suspicious look, you turn and head back to the stairs, where the servant that showed you the way is waiting.\n\nYou're looking forward to dinner with Tanya and Serena to talk some of this over with them, but find it difficult when they seem more interested in cuddling up to each other and occasionally kissing. "You two have really bonded," you remark dryly.\n\n"Mm." Tanya grins as she gives her friend one last kiss, then turns to you. "Sorry, darlin', but you were sayin'?"\n\n"They just threw him over the side, like it was nothing. I looked, but I couldn't see any evidence he'd died, even though from that height it seems like he'd have to."\n\n"Yeah, there's plenty of weird stuff going on," Serena agrees, her fingers brushing lightly back and forth over the underside of one of Tanya's breasts. "I watched a match after mine where a guy got run through with a sword. Like seriously, all the way through him. Then he submitted and the other guy pulled it out... he was fine, just a little red mark where the sword went in. And out. Like it was a papercut. Then he got led off for his punishment."\n\n"Maybe it was a trick sword?"\n\n"No, I don't think so. There's definitely some next-level shit going down. But we're here until the tournament's over, so I guess the only thing to do is accept it." She shakes her head ruefully, then grins. "Tanya and me are going over to the-"\n\n"Nope."\n\n"Aw, are you sure you don't wanna-"\n\n<hr>\n[[Nope.|HellKore1x10]]

"Y'know what, I'm gonna pass on the public use of strange sex toys," you murmur, holding up a hand and grinning wryly.\n\n"Aw, c'mon, that's part've the fun! How 'bout you, Serena, y'game ta have a go?"\n\nThe black woman worries her lower lip with her teeth a little, giving the wall-cock a long glance, then looking at you. Her cheeks may not pink, but you can definitely see them darken. "Um, Kali, I think we are gonna go ahead and... hang out here for awhile. Do you think maybe you could at least watch the hallway, or...?"\n\n"Fine, fine." Still grinning, you hold up your hands to keep her from continuing and head to stand at the end of the hallway leading to the alcove from the female dorms. Folding your arms over your chest, you wait for awhile. And wait some more. Just as you're deciding a potential pair of friendships really isn't worth this, Tanya and Serena come trotting down the hall, looking rumpled and happy, arms around each others' waists.\n\n"Girl, you definitely don't know what you missed. That thing is <i>magic</i>, I swear!"\n\n"I'm sure. You two done now?"\n\n"Mm-hmm." Tanya nods, still grinning from ear to ear. "Y'definitely oughtta go give that thing a try before th' tournament's over, hon, best I ever had an' no awkward conversation after."\n\nRolling your eyes but still grinning, you head back with them, chatting for awhile before splitting off to head to your own room.\n\n<hr>\n[[Get some sleep.|HellKore1x7]]

The next day sees much the same routine as before, though this time the white-shirted servant leads you along a path to the rest of the island and away from the temple. You have to admit there are apparently some very pretty parts of this island... lush greenery surroundds the stone path as he leads you towards the mountain. The servant leads you up a set of long, winding steps, and you soon find yourself standing on a large stone disk set into two parts of close-together cliff faces. On one side is a large but quite beautiful set of waterfalls, the water plunging down into a large blue pool, streams winding away from it flowing towards the beach. On the other side is the open ocean, the height and placement of the disk meaning that parts of it hang off over both pool and sea. Seems pretty unsafe. \n\nThe Dark Judge is seated on what looks like a naturally-occurring throne shape atop a stack of boulders. Standing at the other end of the disk that's apparently meant to be your arena for the day is a large black man, his head bare-shaven and eyes dark, his powerfully-muscled arms and chest left bare, uncovered feet emerging from below the ends of his loose white gi pants. You recognize him fairly quickly... Jackson Jake. Started in boxing, trimmed down some and moved to kickboxing, bulked back up a little and moved into MMA. He's currently quite famous in the WMMAF, which is an entertainment-oriented fighting league complete with storylines and heels and faces.\n\nStill, you absolutely know he's no joke. Even if you hadn't seen his skill for yourself in his fights, you've heard of him through the martial arts side of things too, not just the fame side of things. Even if he wasn't a skilled fighter, he's a foot taller than you and way heavier, all of it muscle. Both of which are factors that could lead to an almost automatic win in this sort of no-holds-barred style fighting. Throw skill into the mix and your chances are starting to be grim.\n\nYou try not to let realization show on your face as you size him up, him doing the same thing to you. You suddenly remember something that a friend who works as a trainer at the WMMAF had told you that had been avoided as leaking out to the general public. Jackson Jake got in a motorcycle accident and had to have knee surgery about five months ago. He must have decided to try out this tournament partly to see if he was still in good form, but no way even the best knee surgery is going to be healed in five months. That left knee is going to be weak.\n\n"The prize for the loser in this fight, should they submit, is a collection of Ming Dynasty art," the servant announces as he steps back, barely registering as you consider your moral quandry.\n\n<hr>\n[[Exploit weakness.|HellKore1x8]]\n\n[[No, you want to prove you can take him directly!|HellKore]]

You swing a punch in as if you were going for another shot to the ribs, only to swing it upwards and hit him in the jaw, hard. His brain obviously gets rattled pretty good since he falls backwards, going limp as you release his wrist and let him fall. Panting, you scoot back, waiting for him to get up. Then you hear the Dark Judge's rumbling voice speak.\n\n"<b>Acknowledge your defeat! Submit!</b>"\n\nThe ninja doesn't move for a moment, and you wonder what a knockout counts as under these weird rules... automatic submission? But then he raises a hand slightly, wiggling it, then letting it slap down to the floor.\n\n"<b>Defeat, and in your very first match,</b>" the hooded man thunders, disgust plain to hear. "<b>Your punishment shall be befittingly humiliating.</b>"\n\nYou watch as a quartet of the white-shirted servants trot in, each of them grabbing one of the ninja's limbs and lifting him off the ground, then trundling off with him. You watch them go, actually starting to feel bad for the guy... this whole 'humiliating punishment' thing is a pretty weird aspect to the tournament. But you guess he'll at least have a hundred pounds of silver to soothe his ego afterward.\n\n"<b>You have won this day,</b>" the Dark Judge booms, gesturing at you with an open hand. "<b>Go from here, prepare yourself. You battle again tomorrow.</b>"\n\nGlad to get out of the weirdo's presence, you trot back up the steps, one of the servants leading you back to the common area of the temple. You grab a shower and a soak, then pull on some jeans and a t-shirt before heading down to the dining area. You get some food... slightly more simple fair today, seems to just be some sort of stew as the main dish on offer... and settle down at a spot near some of the other female fighters. As you're eating, you overhear some snickering coming from a pair of women, one wearing white pants and a star-spangled bikini top, the other in a black sports bra and bike shorts.\n\n"No, seriously, it's just <i>there</i>, sticking out of the wall. In this little alcove, fairly out of the way, but right out in the open otherwise."\n\n"Really? Maybe it's just a toy someone stuck there for giggles."\n\n"No, Marie said it's actually part of the wall. Old stone wall, completely realistic you-know-what sticking out of it."\n\n"I don't know what," you speak up, glancing over with a quirked eyebrow. It's not like they were trying to be terribly quiet, so you don't feel too bad about barging in.\n\nIt seems they don't feel too bad either, since both turn towards you, the straight-haired blonde in the bikini top grinning as she replies, "A cock."\n\n<hr>\n[[Say what now?|HellKore1x5]]

"A c-... are you serious?"\n\n"Marie's usually pretty serious," the other part of the conversation, a black woman with light hazelnut skin and her hair pulled back into a collection of braids says. "Tanya here and I have known her for awhile now. Name's Serena."\n\n"Callista. Kali's fine too." You scoot over a bit closer, moving your stew bowl with you. "So you're telling me this temple just has cocks sprouting from the walls?"\n\n"Maybe it's someone's perverted idea of entertainment," Tanya says with a snicker, leaning her elbow on the table. "Gotta give a bunch of tough girls a way ta let off some steam b'tween fights an' all. Marie said it's super-realistic."\n\n"I bet Marie checked it over pretty thoroughly," Serena says dryly, shaking her head and making her braids sway. "Still, sounds weird enough that I sorta wanna see for myself, now. I'm gonna go take a look. You two wanna come with?"\n\n"Aw hell, y'know I'm always up t'see somethin' silly. S'why I still visit m'family," Tanya says with a wide grin. "How 'bout you, Kali?"\n\nYou ponder it for a moment, then shrug. "Gimme a few to finish eating. After the grimdark weirdness I've seen today, maybe some completely ridiculous weirdness is just what I need."\n\n"Yeah, those 'Dark Judge' fellas're strange, huh?"\n\nOnce you've depleted your stew, the three of you stand and head back towards the female dorms. It takes a bit of wandering around and peering into featureless alcoves before Tanya gives a laugh, indicating you've found the right one. "Yup, there it is! Just stickin' right outta th' wall, proud's ya please!" You stare a bit... it is indeed a cock, a long slender one just jutting at full erection out of the wall, a pair of balls dangling beneath it.\n\n"I'll spare us all the double-daring each other to touch it," Serena says dryly, walking over and wrapping her hand around the shaft. She starts visibly. "Geez, it's even <i>warm</i>!" She leans down towards it, lifting the balls a bit. "This is the most realistic sex toy I've ever felt-"\n\n"Felt many?" both you and Tanya say at the same time, then start laughing.\n\n"-and it definitely does go right into the wall, yeah, like it just merges right into the stone," Serena continues, pointedly ignoring you both.\n\n"Hey," Tanya says, blue eyes lighting up, a grin of pure mischief curling her lips. "We oughtta try it out!"\n\n<hr>\n[[Noooo thank you.|HellKore1x6]]\n\n[[... Could be fun...|HellKore]]

You decide to dress sensibly. You came here to fight, not to show off your ass (though it is very nice). You settle on a pair of knee-length black shorts that are loose but not baggy, and a snug blue and black long-sleeved top that leaves your midriff bare and has built-in support. You add some martial arts slippers and run through a few brief katas before checking in the mirror. Resting your hands on your hips, you nod. Feels good, looks nice but normal, not bad. You head out to the dining hall and discover that your choices for the first morning are as varied as the average high-end hotel's, but limit yourself to a simple omelette with a bit of bacon in it. You don't like to load up before a fight. As you eat, servants coem to stand at the doors and start calling out names, usually just as the fighters have finished eating.\n\nYour last bite of omelette is barely washed down with the last of your water when one of the servants calls "Kali!" Wiping your mouth, you stand and trot over to the door, where he nods and gestures for you to follow a second servant waiting behind him. The white-shirted man leads you through a number of hallways, to the point that you're starting to wonder just how big this temple really is, before you finally emerge into a large room. A series of long, shallow steps leads down into a recessed area about the size of a typical martial arts ring, albeit rectangular rather than square. The only other people besides you and the servant are a black-clad man down in the ring and an enormous figure in elaborate black steel armor and an all-consuming black hood sitting in a large throne at one end of the raised area.\n\nYou eye first the armored figure... must be the "Dark Judge" the host mentioned... before focusing on the other fighter as you descend into the ring. He's dressed like a ninja out of a video game or something... black hood, silver mask covering his lower face, a headband tied around the hood with a metal plate on the front that has two nubby little demon horns raising up from it. Black tunic with Japanese symbols on it, metal bracers, red sash, baggy pants bound around his lower legs and metal shinguards, the works.\n\n"The prize for the loser of this fight, should they submit, is one hundred pounds of silver," the servant announces, his hands clasped in front of him as he stands near the door.\n\nYou raise your eyebrows. That much silver could pretty much keep someone in comfort for the rest of their lives, at today's prices. Mulling that over a bit, you again turn towards the "ninja", eyeing him thoughtfully.\n\n<hr>\n[[You can't take this guy seriously.|HellKore]]\n\n[[You'd better take this guy seriously.|HellKore1x3]]

Remembering your own earlier thoughts about the effectiveness of how someone dresses, you chide yourself not to dismiss anyone because they might have dressed to intimidate. Or just however they want. Hell, you know at least one guy that likes to cosplay little girl anime characters during his fights, he can still break peoples' faces. You settle into place across from the "ninja" and begin sizing him up, seeing him do the same. Immediately you notice at least one benefit to what he's wearing that indicates he might not be a complete idiot... it's nearly impossible to guess his real build under there.\n\n"<b>Fighters, prepare yourselves,</b>" a rumbling voice booms from one end of the room, and you resist the urge to jump. Whoever's in that Dark Judge costume has a hell of a subwoofer hooked up to a throat microphone.\n\nHe didn't call for the two of you to bow, but you do anyway, a short one that mostly just angles your upper body towards him. He hesitates, then returns the gesture in kind. You settle into your stance, body slightly turned and one fist a bit forward, the other close in, legs apart, shifting your weight to the balls of your feet somewhat. He crouches down, one arm across his upper body, the other held along his side.\n\n"<b>Begin!</b>"\n\nYou're instantly glad you decided to take this seriously, as your opponent comes at you like a bolt of lightning. You barely snap your leading arm in an upward arc as his fist comes at your face, your forearm striking his and knocking the strike off the mark. You follow through with the movement, slamming your other fist into his ribs. He grunts loudly and then snaps a palm-strike to your abs, making you stumble back and giving him room to recover. This time he snaps a kick upward at you, and you duck back, tucking your hands under his heel and shoving upwards, sending him into an unintentional flip... that he uses to kick you in the chin with the other foot.\n\nSeeing stars, you stagger a little, but focus just in time to see him coming at you, aiming a strike at the side of your neck with a chopping motion. Apparently he didn't expect you to come around so fast, since when you catch his wrist his eyes widen. Frankly rather pissed off, you begin slamming a hard series of blows into his side, aiming for nerve clusters, ribs, armpit, back muscles, generally anything that will <i>hurt</i>. It clearly does since he cries out in pain and doesn't seem to be immediately able to counterattack. You could end this all with one strike, at this point.\n\n<hr>\n[[Clean shot to the head.|HellKore1x4]]\n\n[[Cheap shot the son of a bitch.|HellKore7x1]]

Minikin are really better off as supports anyway, you decide, selecting that class option. The catboy goes through his excited jumping animation as his tanktop turns into a gaudily colored and patterned vest, leaving his chest bare under it, and the shorts turn into a pair of relatively plain pants tucked into pirate-style red boots.\n\nYou'd expect to get to change his face and eye color and Minikin-type next, but instead get... well, this must be what all the fuss is about. You snort quietly at the idea that these trait things could really work like they sound, they're probably just a bunch of vanilla stat bonuses and minuses.\n\n<center>Choose your hero's trait!</center>\n\n[[Bamboozler|GGWOWplaceholder]] - Your character is especially skilled at spinning tall tales and whipping up convincing lies. However, such things can easily lead them into paths of greater and greater danger! (A plus to deception effects until it critfails, you figure.)\n\n[[Sexy Li'l Thing|GGWOWplaceholder]] - Your character's charisma and charm makes them beloved by all... and perhaps rather more than just beloved by some! Have a care, their appeal crosses certain lines. (Stat boosts but you draw aggro easier, or something.)\n\n[[The Golden Tongue|GGWOWplaceholder]] - Your character has the most beautiful singing voice in the world, but this may draw more attention than they can deal with. Overly appreciative fans may appear to try and have your character to themselves! (Boosted bard songs but occasional random spawning enemies, maybe?)

You ate before you got on the boat, and besides, it sounds like tomorrow could be a <i>very</i> intense day. You head off to the left wing of the temple, passing by doors until you find one with your name on it in rather beautiful calligraphy. You push open the door and find a room that could only be described as "opulent", with a huge four-poster bed with a rich maroon comforter, high-class furniture including a table, chairs, and vanity, and a personal restroom. Everything's surprisingly modern bordering on cutting-edge, except for the lack of anything like a TV, radio, or telephone. It seems they draw the line at electronics, but not at a whirlpool bathtub.\n\nAfter a very relaxing hot bath and a great night's sleep on a bed that you could almost sink into and disappear (just how you like it, interestingly enough), you rise in the morning feeling refreshed and ready to face what could be a very strange day. You don a sports bra as your only necessary clothing for a quick morning workout and warmup right there in your room, then take a quick shower before returning to start unpacking your gear. You brought plenty of (fighting-related) clothing since you didn't really know what the tournament would require, and turns out it's apparently anything-goes.\n\nYou pause, then look at your pack again. Some of it could be considered pretty risque... indeed, there's some that you only wear when working out in private (when you don't do that nearly-nude, anyway). The host did say that any method was acceptable... you're guessing that includes psychological warfare. Some guys do get distracted by sexy girl parts, after all, or they get reluctant to go all-out when reminded that their opponent is a woman. Not all of them, certainly, but enough that it could be a distinctive advantage. And if the stakes are as high as they sound, you might need every advantage you can get. \n\nYou decide to dress-\n\n<hr>\n[[... sensible.|HellKore1x2]]\n\n[[... sexy.|HellKore3x1]]

"Star, Mother has said she'll be home early today."\n\n"Thank you, Young Mistress," you answer, bowing slightly to the pewter-haired teenager in front of you, the tags on your collar jingling. She reaches out and pats you on the head with the sort of absentminded affection you'd give a family dog you've had so long you take for granted, then turns and heads upstairs to do her homework. You watch your daughter ascend the stairs for a moment, looking crisp and professional in her Junior IIAM uniform, before turning to make your way to the front entry of your home to greet your owner.\n\nYou dutifully move to take your position in the entry hall and wait, hands clasped in front of you. You're wearing nothing but the tiniest black bikini, barely enough to cover your sex and the puffy nipples of your milk-heavy breasts, but then Eve finds it uncouth to have you completely naked besides your collar, even if you are technically an animal. It's been many years since anyone called you anything but the more petlike name of 'Star', as if you'd just been named for the silver star mark on your back like a dog's spot. A tattoo of Eve's personal emblem marks your currently rather flat belly, though multiple pregnancies have taken their toll in leaving you rounder of hip and slightly more full of ass and curved of stomach.\n\nAbout a half hour later, the door slides smoothly open, your owner stepping inside. Eve's left breast now bears the markings of an admiral, a businesslike and yet peaceful expression on her pretty face as she walks over and gives you the same mildly affectionate pat your daughter with her did. "Good girl, Star."\n\n"Thank you, Mistress."\n\n"And how were the children today?"\n\n"All were lovely of course. The eldest is upstairs doing her homework, the middle children are out at a school social event, and the youngest is down for a brief nap."\n\n"Good, good. Mm, come to think of it, Maria is getting old enough that she will require less supervision," Eve muses as she reaches out to cup your crotch, grinding her palm against it. "I think it's time to put another one in you, pet."\n\nYou moan happily as the slick, plastic-like material of the bikini rubs against your folds. "Yes, Mistress. Should I bend over right now?"\n\n"Mm, I think I'll wait until tonight, knock you up after dinner. Maybe while my show is on." She draws her hand away, then uses it to deliver a smack to your ass, making you yip happily. "I want Tarak Stew for dinner tonight, go get started on it."\n\n"Yes, Mistress," you answer dreamily, padding barefoot into the kitchen.\n\n<b>Cyan the Bounter Hunter</b> end - <i>Eve's Breeding Bitch</i>

Even as you start engaging Jane in some idle, friendly chatter about how it's been since she went on the run, your cock hardens slowly in your pants at the thought of stuffing it inside of her and using her as a cumdump all night long. She's on the slender side, not much of a chest under that hoodie it looks like, but still... your first conquest out on your own! Dealing with Dozer and keeping him from interfering is easy enough... animals are apparently even easier to use your abilities on than people, according to the book, after all. Now, it just depends on how you want to do this, sooooo many options...\n\n<hr>\n[[Just use force.|RoadWitch1x4]]\n\n[[Make her horny.|RoadWitch]]\n\n[[Make her compliant.|RoadWitch]]\n\n[[Bimbofy her.|RoadWitch]]

"Then run," the thing in the bushes says.\n\nAnd you're running, without starting or beginning or picking a direction, you're just running, you're running and it's chasing you, somewhere in the darkness and also nipping at your heels, every bit of your body focused on nothing but the purest desire to escape from the predator behind. You snap through branches and bushes that try to claw at your limbs and slow their progress, to hold you up for the thing coming for you, but your resolve is enough to push through, to keep running, to stay ahead. \n\nAnd then the trees part and you're running into a glade. There's a long stone slab, and resting atop it on one side is a shaped knife of grey rock, and on the other side a shield made of leather stretched over a wooden frame. Leaned against the slab between the two is a spear with a head of obsidian, gleaming and black in the sunlight.\n\n<hr>\n[[Take the knife.|Dream]]\n\n[[Take the spear.|Dream1x3]]\n\n[[Take the shield.|Dream]]\n\n[[Keep running.|Dream]]

You snatch up the spear and turn, already angling it and bracing yourself, knowing the beast is coming for you, knowing the beast is leaping, knowing the beast is presenting its heart to you.\n\nThe impact shakes your arms, the sight of the stone pushing through flesh and blood and sinking in past the wood shakes your soul, but you do not shake as the wolf impacts against the point of the spear and is carried by its momentum, claws still reaching towards you, mouth still open and bared in a snarl drawing closer to your face. And then the wolf's lips curl along its muzzle in a smile, and it murmurs "Yes, good job" in your father's voice as its blood runs down the shaft of the spear, sliding warm and slick over your hands and curling around your forearms.\n\nAnd then the wolf is gone and you're standing there alone, in an empty glade holding a spear, your arms red to the elbows, your breath soft and shaking, your skin damp. The air you breathe in is cold and burns, and letting it out when it's been heated inside you makes you chilled.\n\n<hr>\n[[This dream is done.|Dream]]\n\n[[Time to move on.|Dream1x4]]

"So, walking the Dream... what's it like?" you ask curiously, looking out into the darkness again.\n\n"Like dreaming." Red Tail shrugs negligently, grinning when you look back to her in annoyance. "It is. You've dreamed before, as you're dreaming now... the sense of accepting what you see as natural, knowing what you cannot know but sure that it is true in the moment, changes that are as if they always were. You must both surrender to the current of the Dream and navigate it deliberately every step of the way... if you ever cease to do one or the other, you will likely be lost."\n\n"And I'll never wake up?"\n\n"One of many possibilities."\n\n"So how do I know when I've found my name?" You ask after a bit more thought. "Is it the first animal I see, or something?"\n\n"In truth you may not know your name until you wake and seek the counsel of an elder. There is one such in the city where once our people made their home, you will know how to find her when the time comes. Or you may know it the moment you find it, or upon waking. More than that, though, you have a choice of your name."\n\n"I do?"\n\n"Certainly. When I saw the red thunderbird, it was my choice to go to it and be carried to speak with my ancestors. Had it felt wrong to me, I could have turned away, refused to go with it, understanding that it was not my time to dream. But I knew it was right when I saw it, and so when I told my father he knew that it must have been my name. Your choices will help determine your name, listen to your feelings, trust your soul."\n\nYou nod slowly, standing up and turning towards the edge of the mountaintop. You pause, looking over at Red Tail. "Will you be there?"\n\n"I am always here, in the Dream, especially now that you have met me and I am forevermore a part of you. It may be that you will see me there and it may be that you will not. What happens will happen, what doesn't happen will also happen but you will not remember it."\n\nInteresting way of putting it, and yet somehow you understand. Sort of. Maybe. In any event without another word you set off and start walking down the mountain.\n\nSoon you're walking through the woods, still naked and comfortable enough to be so. You don't actually remember descending the mountain or entering the woods, or the sun rising high and warm in the sky as it is now, you just know those things happened. The forest is green and pleasant and dark and threatening, and you stroll through it as if you were in the park back at home.\n\n"Hello, nameless one," some voices of a single creature speak from some bushes nearby. You stop and look, seeing yellow eyes surrounded by dark fur peering at you from the shadows. "What are you about today?"\n\n"Just out looking for my name, is all," you assure the beast.\n\n"I can give you that, if you like," the creature says, its voices gentle, encouraging, lascivous, cruel, sneering, proud. "I have many names, some of them mine, some are just for giving, but you can be given one or you can take one or you can steal one as you like, nameless girl."\n\n<hr>\n[[Be given one.|Dream]]\n\n[[Take one.|Dream]]\n\n[[Steal one.|Dream]]\n\n[[My name doesn't come from here.|Dream1x2]]

'Eeeeasy, Tiger,' you tell your cock as it twitches some in its highly clinging and detail-providing bodysuited prison. The train station is a little ways past the alley you're hiding in, and that's one of the only real places a curious, exploration-hungry person might go. Best to let her go right past you.\n\nAnd she does, walking past the alley without so much as a glance to betray that she might have noticed you. You let her get a bit further past, enough to put just a decent amount of space between you just in case, then rise and turn, stepping out of the alley and raising the gun. You've programmed some skills into this body, so it does a bit of sighting and auto-aiming for you, and you can almost immediately pull the trigger. The crackling ovoid of energy flies out of the emitter at the end of the rifle and buzzes through the air, striking Tifa in the mid-back with roughly the force of a well-made and accurately thrown water balloon, minus the sensation of getting wet. Still, it obviously gets her attention, as she yelps and stumbles a bit, whirling around to face you.\n\nShock and anger come over her face as she realizes that she's facing down a stranger holding what's obviously a gun, even if it's some sort of nuisance device. Then an odd look comes over her face, more confusion than anything else, as if something had suddenly occurred to her and she were struggling to remember it. She stands there, brow knitted for a moment, until for just a split second a look of abject horror comes over her face, her eyes going wide, lips parting as she stares at you in terror. Then all that fear and stress just melts out of face, her eyes settling and turning just a bit heavy-lidded and glassy. Her lips curl up in a faint smile, as if she were daydreaming about something nice, the tension bleeding out of her shoulders. Her hands, which had started to come up and clench into fists, open and settle placidly to her sides.\n\nSmirking, you swing the rifle into place on your back and saunter over to her, resting your hands on your hips. "Well hey there, Tifa!"\n\n"Oh, hello," she greets you pleasantly, with just the faintest edge of being mildly distracted, even as she looks at you and smiles cheerfully.\n\n"You know, Tifa, something I couldn't help but notice as I look at you," you muse aloud, making a show of cupping your chin and looking her up and down. "But you have some really huge tits on you, don't you?"\n\n"Mhm, I do," she agrees easily enough, nodding along. "People stare at them a lot, and I can tell they want to grab them. I suppose I should let them if they want to..."\n\nThose new neural pathways are definitely in place. Snickering, you continue, "Mmm, but it's not just the tits, it's that ass, too, those hips, you are just too hot. In fact, it's pretty obvious that the only reason you exist is to be a fucktoy."\n\n"That makes sense," Tifa agrees, nodding along easily. "I probably was only born to be a fucktoy for people."\n\n"And fucktoys have owners, don't they? Well, I'm yours, so from now on, you're my property."\n\n"Okay, I'm your sex doll," she agrees with a little salute, the motion of her arm making her tits jiggle. "I belong to you and am nothing but a thing to be used for sex."\n\n"Good. So ditch the panties, then squat down and start sucking my cock, toy," you command, willing your suit to open up at the crotch, your now thoroughly stiff prick springing free and wobbling in the night air of the filthy slums street.\n\n"Okay~," Tifa agrees happily, immediately pulling her skirt up at the sides to reveal white cotton panties hugging up against an obviously plump pussy... one that she bares as she shamelessly strips out of the panties then and there in the street, working them over her boots as she lifts her feet out of them. Balancing on the balls of her feet as she squats down, knees spread wide to show that pussy off, she brings her gloved hands up, one fondling your balls and the other starting to stroke your shaft. "Thank you for allowing me to fulfill my reason for existing by pleasuring your cock, Master," she coos up at you before leaning in to slide her mouth over the head of your cock, tongue swirling around it in smooth, steady rolls as she begins bobbing her head.\n\nYou moan softly, raising your own hands up to your tits, the material of your suit squeaking and creaking lowly at being rubbed as you start kneading them. You let your lower teeth drag along your lower lip as Tifa, her brain urging her to perform as a good little sex toy, completely ignores her gag reflex and slides your cock into her throat after only a few strokes of her mouth, even her gagging noises sounding mindlessly cheerful and eager to please. Laughing softly, knowing that both the player and character are both eternally locked into being your self-respectless fuckpets, you start tweaking and tugging at your fat nipples through the tight material adhering to them, thrusting your hips a little bit against Tifa's headbobbing and stroking, and her diligent, tireless working of your balls. Eventually you let out a long moan and start spilling down her throat, reaching down with one hand to shove at the back of her head, keeping her lips fastened securely around the root of your prick as you empty your sack into her belly, Tifa not giving so much as a twitch of resistance or shock.\n\nOnce you do remove your hand, she slowly pulls her head back, sucking you clean the whole way, until your cock pops out of her mouth. She smiles serenely up at you. "Thank you for using my mouth as a cumdump, Mistress, since that's the only reason it exists."\n\n"You're welcome," you reply a little breathlessly, laughing some as you tap a control on your wrist. Tifa flickers and disappears, sent back to your hab area, where she'll be cleaned up and prepared for eternal residency by the automaton staff. Willing your suit closed again, you now simply need to decide whether to open up a portal to the hab area yourself, or go right back to the mission room and get to work on another capture.\n<<set $tifacaptured to true>><<set $mbtifa to true>><<set $capsucc += 1>>\n<hr>\n[[Hab area.|Capture-HabArea]]\n\n[[Mission room.|Capture-MissionRoom]]

The less people around, the better. Besides, you didn't program any powerful NPCs into these scenarios, and right now all the players are segregated into their own instances... Tifa won't have a Barret or a Cloud or anyone like that to go walking around with her.\n\nYou settle into a crouch in the alleyway and wait, making sure that your suit is set to 'stealth mode', generally blurring your presence and making you blend into low-light areas better. (Yet it doesn't stop glowing, aren't games fun?) This isn't the particularly fun part of hunting down slaves, but hey, if you want to do it right...\n\nEventually your patience is rewarded. You almost think you've miscalculated when the lights shut off, but a second later Tifa steps out of the bar. Of course for your own benefit and to encourage players, the model you built for the game was particularly sexy... the original outfit, with nice big boobs, the top just short enough to show the slightest hint of underboob from a lowered perspective, the snug little shiny skirt that's obviously just barely covering everything, the fantastic legs... and of course beautiful long hair, perfect toned arms, and firm belly, the works. You grin as she starts to walk down the street in your general direction, looking about the sights (or what passes for them in Sector Seven) in a slightly tourist-y fashion... the player's influence, no doubt.\n\n<hr>\n[[Now!|CapTifa-MBR3x1]]\n\n[[Juuust wait.|CapTifa-MBR1x2]]

Oh, come on... was it even really a choice? <3\n\nYou make sure to stir them both up a little more, making sure no last moral compunctions will hold them back, gradually replacing all the thoughts of big tits and plump asses in their mind with Leslie's slender form writhing and bucking. And then you give them that last little nudge.\n\nBoth of their heads slowly turn towards Leslie full on, lust-glazed eyes locking on to her. Leslie must somehow understand the look, because for just a second she freezes, her eyes widening as she sucks in a little breath. Then she bolts to her feet and tries to scramble to run for the door. But all the motion does is set both boys off like dogs triggered by their prey running, and urged by your demonic twisting they're both faster and stronger than normal, practically springing from where they're sitting and catching her near-instantly. Leslie bucks and shrieks as they haul her back, Kev grabbing her forearms and yanking her down to pin her face-up on the floor, while Jack grabs her shorts and starts yanking, gradually hauling them down her slim hips without bothering to undo them.\n\n"Cyan! Cyan, help!" Leslie calls, looking over at you desperately... only to see that you've already unbuttoned and unzipped your jeans and slipped your hand down the front of them, fingers very obviously moving as you rub your pussy at the sight of her impending violation, a smug smile on your face.\n\nJack's yanking manages to bare Leslie's pussy, which is visibly glistening with a combination of sweat and arousal from the general stimulation you caused earlier, despite her terror. Another few yanks after that and they're off completely, slipping much more easily down Leslie's slim legs despite her kicking. Ignoring Leslie's pleas for them to stop, he unzips himself, freeing his cock, which with your influence is definitely much harder and much bigger than it would ever get noticeably. You savor the sweet little taste of despair starting to seep into Leslie's thoughts as she realizes with absolute certainty she's getting fucked at the sight of that jutting prick, though she still continues to kick and squirm in her attempts to escape.\n\nJack doesn't have much problem pushing her legs apart and settling between them, though, taking a moment to grab the front of her shirt and yanking hard, baring those pert little tits, pale with the tanlines of her simple bikini top. He only takes a moment to reach down and position himself before thrusting forward, Leslie letting out a scream as his cock slams into her pussy, claiming her virginity and stretching her wide and deep in an instant. Without hesitation Jack starts pistoning his hips, slamfucking her with all the not inconsiderable strength in his body, his eyes wild and his breath coming out in near-inhuman grunts and growls, every inch the rapacious beast in rut that you've tried to turn him into.\n\nYou bite your lower lip lightly, shivering delicately in delight as you stroke your fingers over the recreation of Cyan's pussy, feeling the slick, hot juices start to coat your fingers. Such a pretty tableau... not just the visual of Jack's toned, lovely body working as he drives his throbbing prick over and over into Leslie's unwilling cunt, which is nevertheless leaving an increasingly dripping smear of wetness on it, but the wicked energy of two boys turned into mindless fuck-crazed beasts and raping their cute lesbian friend. Leslie's despair at the betrayal, her humiliation at the violation, and at the fact that some part of her can't help but enjoy it... ahhh, pure fucking ambrosia!\n\nAfter a few moments you get up, shedding the recreations of Cyan's clothes you made up and then settling behind Kev, pressing your breasts up against his back as you reach around to undo his pants, freeing his own hard cock. You start stroking and teasing it with both hands, making gentle almost milking motions or brushing your fingers up and down it as he watches Jack pounding into Leslie with almost laser focus. Your intent is not to give any relief to the raging fire of lust you've created inside him, but rather to stoke it, urge it on, make sure that he rapes Leslie's poor little pussy just as hard as Jack is when it's his turn.\n\nJack just almost roars as he suddenly thrusts his hips forward, burying his cock inside Leslie and emptying his balls into her, his half-empty eyes blazing with fierce, primal dominance as he does his best to impregnate his writhing, whimpering victim. For a few moments he huffs and pants like a horse finishing a gallop, even letting out a few snorts from his nose, before he pulls out, his cum spilling from Leslie's slightly gaped pussy. You considerately take over for Kev holding Leslie's arms down, smirking down at her flushed, sweaty, despairing face as both boys take a moment to shed their pants and shoes, leaving them in just their shirts. Then Jack is taking over holding her down, with you stroking your fingers enticingly over his cock, feeling them grow sticky with the mixture of his cum and Leslie's unwilling juices.\n\nWithin seconds Kev's jackhammering away at Leslie's pussy... he may not have the strength of his more athletic friend, but he seems to be closing the gap using enthusiasm. The churning of Jack's thick load inside Leslie's cunt as Kev pounds into her makes the thrusts even louder and lewder, a thick, sexual squishing that overlays the slap of flesh on flesh as his hips strike her thighs and crotch and his balls slap her taint. "That's riiiight, give it to her," you coo encouragingly to him from over Jack's shoulder, reaching down to give his balls a light squeeze, using a bit of demonic energy to encourage them to fill again rapidly, and with an even bigger load.\n\nOf course with your direct encouragement, and with you already having urged him on earlier, it doesn't take Kev long, and soon he's giving a near-roar of his own as he starts cumming in Leslie, who by now is just moaning and whimpering rather than pleading for mercy anymore. Unlike Jack he just keeps fucking her the entire time he's cumming, churning up his own load with Jack's as he fucks her through his entire orgasm, seeming to go even more wild-eyed as he does. Mmm... with both of them having cum in her, might be a good time to decide how to proceed from here!\n\n<hr>\n[[Join them in fucking her.|GGHH]]\n\n[[Join her in getting fucked by them.|GGHH]]\n\n[[Turn the boys into real sexbeasts.|GGHH]]

A pocket healer seems like a natch... besides, he really is cute. You gather from the way he acts and that he's an adventurer that he's probably about your age, though he's on the short and slender side besides being pretty. You watch him as he goes about trying to ingratiate himself into a group, mostly ones with pretty girls, trying to put a bit of a strut into his step as he approaches them, and making his pitch. It's not quite 'Hello there ladies, a big strong man is here to protect you' level, it's far more polite and respectful than that, but there is an undercurrent of him presenting himself as, well, a big strong man, and that probably explains why he keeps getting turned down (sometimes with laughter) and slumping off away after apologizing for bothering them.\n\n'Oho, have a complex about being little and pretty, do we?' you muse as you watch him rally his confidence for another attempt. You get the sense if he was just being sincere and maybe even put a bit of puppy dog eyes on, the girls here in the tavern would be eating him up (and probably a fair portion of the guys), but he obviously wants to be seen as a paragon of manliness. Watching him fail again after talking to the elf caster you noticed earlier (who at least is more polite and gentle than some of the others), you make your move, sliding up alongside him as he walks away. "Having a rough night, tiger?"\n\nHe actually jumps a little in shock, scrambling slightly to one side, the brief resemblence to a startled kitten not doing anything for his desire to be taken seriously. "W-ha-wha?! Oh, um, h-hello there," he murmurs, in his natural slightly soft and sweet voice since he apparently forgets for a moment to do his 'tough guy' voice he was using with the others. "Um, well, I... yes," he admits with a sigh, slumping his shoulders.\n\n"Tell you what, I'll buy you a beer and you can tell me about it, hm?" you offer, clapping a hand on his shoulder.\n\nHe perks a bit, obviously rather enthused at someone offering to buy him a beer instead of milk or something similar. He follows you to the bar and clambers onto one of the stools, where you notice something from his pulled-back hood. You can't quite help but comment, "Are those kitty ears?" with a bit of laughter in your voice.\n\nHe pouts at you, yet again just reinforcing how adorable he is, and sulkily says, "My sister made it for me, I couldn't turn it down, okay?"\n\nWell, you probably set yourself back a little on getting on his good side, but that's another valuable piece of information. 'Probably an older sister too. Masculinity complex and sister complex too, huh?' you think smugly to yourself as you settle into the stool beside his. "My name's Cyan."\n\n"I'm Leon," he answers, squaring his shoulders and puffing out his chest a bit. "I'm a second-rank white mage, graduated with honors from my class at the temple!"\n\n"Wow, not bad!" you reply cheerfully, making sure to put plenty of enthusiasm in your voice. "That must have been pretty hard work, huh? Tough training?"\n\nObviously delighted by your phrasing of his time at the temple as being hard work (and thus manly), he starts chattering about the long nights of study and prayer, with you leading him on as you do, making sure that as it goes along you keep leaning in towards him, emphasizing your height over him subtly and using a more familiar, fond tone in your encouragement. Of course it doesn't hurt that you keep buying him beers, and by halfway through his fourth one it's not hard to subtly prompt him into suggesting that the two of you go upstairs to his room.\n\n"S'just... not fair," he says with a barely-suppressed sniffle as the two of you make your way upstairs, your arm around his shoulders to gently nudge his head up against your breast. "M'nineteen... nineteen! But every other jus' sees some... some cute kid," he adds with a huff.\n\n"It's fine," you coo to him, rather than pointing out he'd probably seem less like a cute kid if he wasn't trying so hard to seem adult. "I promise you I don't see you as a kid, okay?" Smirking, you reach over to gently cup the front of his crotch and give a light squeeze, murmuring in his ear, "I promise I don't."\n\nHe gasps loudly, and the half-hardon he'd developed over time talking to you instantly springs into a full one. "A-alright," he gasps out, hurrying a bit more with moving to and unlocking the door to his room.\n\nYou smile as you step in and shrug out of your coat, casually and betraying no hesitation, adding your sword belt to the chair as well. Then you look at him and say simply, "Strip."\n\nHe opens and closes his mouth a few times, perhaps considering whether it would really be manly to obey such a direct order, but then simply nods quickly before hurrying out of his cape, then the plain white shirt and pants as well. Soon he's standing naked in front of you beside the bed, his face flushed and lips parted as he breathes quickly. His cock is a bit long and fairly slender, matching the rest of his build nicely but probably not doing much for his own perceptions of being seen as manly. \n\nMmm, he's very cute... and thanks to the ability Riara gifted you with, you're about to dom the hell out of him. How fun~! The question is, just how to do that? Two thoughts immediately come to mind...\n\n<hr>\n[[Big sister dom.|GGSD]]\n\n[[Big cocked dom.|GGSD]]

Mm. Actually you think you could have a lot more fun making the boys into your loyal, stiff-dicked servants. It might eventually break your little act, but you weren't planning to keep it up forever anyway. You continue chatting away casually with the group as you focus on both boys' sexual thoughts, gradually ramping them up, adding layers of realism, slipping in new kinks or ramping things up just a bit more extreme over time.\n\nGradually both of them start to look flushed, their hard cocks straining at their pants. At first they shift and try to hide it, instead doing their best to focus on the conversation and talking about haunted houses and stories of the supernatural, both supposedly real and fictional. But as you continue urging their, well, urges on, gradually the topics shift to the sexual aspects of the movies, with a little help from you... girls with large, bouncing breasts fleeing monsters through the woods, getting raped by trees, being twisted into BDSM-styled monsters. You fight down a smirk as Leslie's thoughts gradually turn from worries about you to mild alarm at the boys getting more and more openly aroused, shifting as the talk goes on from trying to sit hiding their erections, to sitting with their legs spread and the bulges in full view, to eventually brazenly rubbing their stiff pricks through their pants in an effort to relieve the ache. \n\nThe desire in the room is so thick you could almost literally drink it, and metaphysically you are. Your nipples are stiff, drilling against the thin fabric of Cyan's shirt, and your pussy has grown wet again, your already previously soaked panties clinging to you even more as you shift in place. Leslie, as concerned as she is, seems to be reacting similarly to all the raw teenage lust in the air, a flush on her cheeks and her own nipples hard beneath her tanktop.\n\nYou've definitely got the boys exactly where you want them, needing only the slightest of mental nudges to start doing whatever you want... well, as long as doing whatever you want involves fucking, anyway. Mm... now, what to have them do...?\n\n<hr>\n[[Rape Leslie.|GGHH17x2]]\n\n[[Fuck you.|GGHH]]\n\n[[Service your cock.|GGHH]]\n\n[[Fuck each other.|GGHH]]

It's been months since you actually logged in to Elder Tale, and some of your guildmates are probably wondering where you've been. Well, no time like the present, you suppose. Luckily its updater runs in the background, so you don't have to wait as you bring up the launcher and log in. Selecting your Fighter, you log into the server and soon your little armored avatar is running down mainstreet Deviville, past overgrown, run-down versions of various landmark-ish buildings.\n\nYour guild-chat quickly pops up with people greeting you and asking where you've been. Making your excuses, you eventually ask, <span style="color:#009900;">So hey, is the expansion still going live today?</span>\n\n<span style="color:#009900;">Yeah, it's supposed to go live in about ten minutes,</span> someone else on the guildchat answers. \n\n<span style="color:#009900;">It's gonna go live while the game is up? That's weird,</span> you type back with a frown.\n\n<span style="color:#009900;">Don't they have to take the servers down to apply the patch or whatever?</span> someone else adds, apparently sharing your confusion.\n\n<span style="color:#009900;">I guess not. Elder Tale's Japanese, remember, not like our inferior gaijin MMOs,</span> the guild's resident weeabooo smugs.\n\nWhile you're busy rolling your eyes, there's a chime as you get a PM instead, the text showing up as from your friend who lives in Palladium City. <span style="color:#660066;">(Arachne) Hey, if it's gonna go live in ten minutes, we should get together so we can see it.</span>\n\nPulling a little 'sounds okay' face, you type <span style="color:#660066;">/r Sounds okay to me. I think I've got a guildwarp stone.</span>\n\n<span style="color:#660066;">(Arachne) No, don't use that up. Pladium will be super crowded anyway. I should make it to Devle if I take a Fairy Ring. Wiki says there's one in three minutes that'll put me a two minute horse ride from Devle.</span>\n\n<span style="color:#660066;">/r Okay. See you in five then.</span>\n\nYou spend a little while checking your mail and some of the local questgivers to see if anything new has been added yet, but it's mostly just the same stock phrases from the People of the Land today. Eventually you get another PM: <span style="color:#660066;">(Arachne) lol left my horse whistle in the bank, whoops. May be late gotta run through aggro zone.</span> Alas, the minutes are ticking away, and you watch the game clock get closer and closer to the time the expansion supposedly goes live, until finally-\n\n<hr>\n[[Continue.|GGET1x1]]

Hm. You've never been hugely into Pokemon yourself, but it has gotten pretty popular again lately. Maybe you'll check it out! You give 'Jill' a wave and a word of thanks before heading off towards the Pokemon Gym, trotting up the steps and heading through the sliding glass doors in front.\n\nYou pause just inside, noticing a table with stacks of caps and bandannas that reads 'Pokemon Trainers must have a hat! Please take a hat if you don't have one already.' You glance up. Well, no hat. You pick up a black cap with the standard symbol on it in purple and adjust it. Huh, nice fit. You wonder if you get to keep it after the event or not? Probably have to pay for it. Well, hopefully it's not really expensive, you sort of like it. Properly chapeau'd, you continue on into the lobby, which is a fairly sizeable area with the floor tiled to make a big Pokeball, and a checkin desk that seems to be unmanned.\n\nOne of the doors on the back wall slides open, and a rather interesting-looking woman trots out. For one thing, she's got purple hair that comes down to her shoulders and sort of puffs out in spikes to either side around that level. For another thing she's wearing a lab coat, open over a blue one-piece swimsuit that leaves a very generous amount of cleavage bare. That and a pair of water slippers seem to be all that she's wearing. She trots over, tucking her hands into her coat's pockets, and gives you a smile. "Just you, then? Well, I'm Professor Ivy, it's nice to meet you."\n\n"Uh, thanks. Sam. Um, am I going to get wet on this attraction, or...?"\n\n"Hopefully." Ivy smiles, then glances down at herself. "Oh, the swimsuit! Oh, that's just part of my character. Although it does come in handy when various fluids start getting slung around. This way, please," she continues, turning and heading for the door she didn't come through, leaving you to follow while wondering if you're entirely sure you want to go on this ride or whatever it is. "We'll get you set up with a starter Pokemon, and then you can begin your journey."\n\nThe room she shows you into is lined with numerous little columns, and sitting atop most is a little half red, half white ball about the size of a baseball. Ivy pauses, scanning over them and giving a little 'hmmm'. "Looks like we're running a little low on all the standard starters. Completely out of F-class, in fact. It looks like you'll have to choose between M-class and A-class."\n\n"What are the classes?" you ask, not sure if this is a Pokemon thing you just don't know about.\n\n"Male or Animal. Basically whether you want your Pokemon on two legs or four, simplified." Ivy turns back towards you, grinning. "Personally, I suggest an M-class. They're quite a lot of fun. But some just like the classic look of the A-class."\n\n<hr>\n[[M-class.|PokeSam1x1]]\n\n[[A-class.|PokeSam2x1]]

More. You want more. Letting out a whorish moan, you wiggle your way the rest of the way out of your pants and boots, undoing your belt as well and letting it drop before shimmying out of your already unlaced top. Naked, you turn and slide your upper body across the seat cushion of the chair, licking where your own fluids are already soaked in and disappearing, before slipping forward more, turning as you do to seat yourself in it, spreading your legs wide and starting to rub your clit with one hand, the other brought up to suck at your fingers.\n\nMuch faster than before, and not bothering to grip your ankles or grab for your wrists, the chair manifests its tentacle-cock, pushing it straight up into your pussy this time. You squeal happily at feeling that it's even thicker and longer than before, spreading you wider open around it, and then let out a longer, deeper moan as this time it pushes a matching cloth cock between your asscheeks and spreads your tight little asshole. It begins bouncing you atop it again, seat cushion smacking against your butt as it fucks both your holes and again extends two pseudopods to toy with your tits.\n\n"Fuuuck, yes, fuck me, fuck me," you gasp out with abandon as it does just that, its fondling tentacles hauling you in close against it as it violates both your eager holes. You curl your toes and wiggle back against it, still furiously frigging yourself, resting the other hand back on its armrest and feeling yourself sink in. In fact, you seem to be sinking deeper and deeper into the chair, its undulating surface massaging even more of your body, mixing comfort and ease with the sheer pleasure its cloth cocks are giving you. Soon it's rubbing and kneading against your sides and around your thighs and calves, even running pseudopods along your feet and toes.\n\nYou have your eyes closed to concentrate on the pleasure, so you don't see that you've sunk nearly halfway into the chair... you might not even care if you did notice. You just keep moaning as it extends a pair of pseudopods around your middle and joins them together like a belt, using that to pull you in deeper and deeper, the cloth starting to obscure the view of you, and then finally pulling you inside, closing up around you and leaving you cocooned inside of it. All you care about is that now it can stuff another cock down your throat, your moans muffled by the thick length of cloth-wrapped cotton stuffed down it while your pussy and ass are both fucked just as deep and continually, and your whole body is massaged and kneaded and teased nonstop. And this time, there's no sign that it's going to let up after a few hours.\n\nEver find a chair so comfy you just didn't want to get out of it...?\n\n<hr>\n[[Game Over.|GGRogue11xEnd]]

You lightly knock on the doorframe to announce yourself, noticing your mother jolt just the tiniest bit in surprise as you nudge the door further open. She's in her bra, but then again you're in just a t-shirt and panties... the two of you have never been particularly shy about that when it's just you at home. "Oh, Cyan, I wasn't sure you were at home," she says as she begins carefully folding up the blouse.\n\n"Yeah, I was just messing about bored," you answer, leaning your shoulder against the doorframe. "You're home early, anything up?"\n\nShe pauses, as if considering something briefly, then sets the blouse down and turns to you. "Well, I needed to go see someone. A friend of mine. I came home to change my clothes. Actually, they'd asked to meet you too, sometime, and I think today's as good a day as any." She gives you a smile and says, "Why don't you get cleaned up and dressed? The drive's not too far."\n\nYou blink at that, but as said you <i>were</i> bored, and refusing reasonable parental requests is not generally a good way to get things you want to do in the future approved. Deciding to hold off any further questions until later, you shrug and say "Sure." Heading back to your bedroom, you strip off your panties and shirt before stepping into the shower. You do your best to make sure and get properly clean rather than doing the quick rinse-and-shampoo you tend towards when you've got better things to do (like raids), and actually blowdry and spend some time on your hair once you get out, drying off as you do. Doing a few mild touches of makeup (in your usual lightly goth style), you head back out and, since it wasn't specified that this was fancy or anything, settle for a clean and unwrinkled pair of black jeans and a black t-shirt with a blue skull logo on it. Hauling on your (nicer) boots, you tromp out and down the stairs, finding your mother already waiting for you, dressed a little nicer than her usual style... or maybe just sexier, with a slightly short, tighter skirt, visible garter belt straps clipped to her stockings, and a very tight blouse that you're not entirely sure she's wearing a bra under.\n\n"Ready to go?" she asks, jingling the keys.\n\nYou're getting more and more curious, but nod and follow her out to the car. Once you're buckled in she pulls out and sets off, heading for the highway. "My friend's actually been nudging me to bring you along for awhile now," she admits.\n\nYou laugh a little at that. "So who is this person? Your..."\n\n<hr>\n[["... spy ring leader?"|GGSpyStart]]\n\n[["... boyfriend?"|GGParent7x1]]\n\n[["... secret love child?"|GGParent5x2]]

You grin as you venture the most absurd thing you can think of. And then your mother... doesn't say anything. Just stares very fixedly at the road. The silence drags further and further out, and slowly your grin fades. "... You're shitting me."\n\n"Language," your mother replies with a huff, glancing over. At your outright stare, she smiles weakly. "... Okay, maybe that one rates some profanity."\n\n"Mom what the <i>hell</i>?!"\n\n"Look just... calm down, alright?" she says with a heavy sigh, turning her eyes back to driving. "I had her about three years before you were born, and not long before I met your father. I had a bit of a... fling... with a foreign student I'd actually been penpals with since we were children. There was a child as a result, and we decided between us that my friend would take our child back to Japan to raise, since they had a large family and were rather more well-off than I was at the time. I moved on with life, met your father, we fell in love and had you."\n\n"So I have a... sister, brother, what? Who's three years older than me?"\n\n"Stretched out to nearly four, yes. Your... well, your sister, she's decided to attend college here, and I've been taking the opportunity to get acquainted and help her move into her dorm."\n\nYou sit there absorbing everything for a moment, then ask the obvious question. "Does Dad know?"\n\n"Yes. He's not quite ready to meet Tsubasa, but he's known about her since shortly before we were married. I'm sorry that I never told you, Cyan, just... it wasn't exactly easy to find a good 'in' for that conversation," she admits with a sigh. "I've only had sparing contact with my friend and our daughter over the years, I wasn't sure how to work you into that dynamic. And I'm sorry, I really am."\n\nYou settle into silence, just trying to process. So, you have a sister... half-sister... whatever, named Tsubasa. You have a <i>half-Japanese</i> sister that's three years older than you. Almost four. That you've never met but are going to meet now. You're having trouble even figuring out what the correct emotional response is and seem to have settled on 'Not Applicable' for the moment, just staring out the car window as you gradually approach Deviville University towards the outskirts of town. The main building is something that dates back to practically the town's founding, an admittedly thoroughly gothic structure studded with gargoyles and delightfully morbid wall sculpture murals, though most of the buildings around it have only token nods to the style while being much more modern. And the dorm you draw up to is the most modern of them all, gleaming and new and looking more like a high-class six story apartment building than just a place to toss first-year students that are required to live on campus. "Isn't that the dorm that a bunch of people were complaining about being built last year? The one for rich kids?" you ask with a distracted air.\n\n"Mhm. Because rich kids pay for things like this to get built," your mother replies in a reasonable tone. She might be an artist, but she's also immensely practical, or she wouldn't have an office job. \n\n"Could I just ask one question before we get out?" you note, your mother pausing with her hand on the door handle. "... What's with the way you're dressed to come see your...?" You trail off, not quite sure what word to use. \n\n"Oh." She blushes at that. "Um, well, I suppose I did it without really thinking. Seeing Tsubasa sort of reminds me of when I was younger and a bit more, ah, adventurous, so I guess... well." Your mother shrugs. "You'll understand when you're older, maybe."\n\nShaking your head, you follow her inside and to the elevator, where she hits the button for the sixth floor. You fold your arms over your chest and tap a foot during the short ride, not sure if you're impatient to get on with this or dreading it. The doors open and you follow your mother down to the end of the hall, where she knocks on a door and there's a call of "It's open!" The room inside is bigger than what you'd pictured most dorm rooms as being like, and pretty bright and open feeling, but it's still one large room with a pair of beds and desks on either side, and a minifridge with a microwave on top. About the only major differences you can see are that there's a sliding door that goes out to a small, empty patio-type space, and that in addition to the sliding closet doors there's a door in the side wall that must go to a private bathroom. \n\nSitting on one of the beds is someone that's staring at you, and you can't really help but return the favor. Mostly because, well, it's a bit like staring in a really weird mirror. She looks almost identical to you... well, you guess really it's that you look identical to her, isn't it? part of you can't help but note sourly. She's got bigger boobs and slightly more toned arms, and obviously her features have a Japanese set to them and her skin has a soft golden tint, but. Her hair's a bit longer, falling past her shoulders in back, the tips dyed crimson instead of blue and purple, and she's wearing a tight red half-sleeved shirt that stops just above her (pierced) bellybutton, and baggy jeans, but otherwise yeah. Your blue eyes meet hers as she stands up and walks over, obviously a little uncertain herself.\n\n"Well, Cyan," your mother says slowly. "This is your sister. Tsubasa."\n\n"... Hi." Tsubasa comes to stand in front of you. She's probably got half of an inch on you in height, but geez how tall would that make her compared to most Japanese people? Other than the bigger chest and (maybe?) rounder hips, she doesn't really look any older than you... from a fairly short distance away you could definitely be fairly easily mistaken for twins rather than half-sisters. You watch a smile slowly spread across her face. "Cyan... I've really been looking forward to meeting you. I'm so glad you're here," she adds, offering a hand.\n\n<hr>\n[["Well. Nice to meet you too!"|GGParent5x3]]\n\n[["..."|GGParent]]

"I mean... yeah, ditto," you answer, managing a bit of a smile as you take her hand and shake it. You're not even really sure which of you turns the handshake into a somewhat awkward hug, but once it's happening you can feel Tsubasa settling her arms around you and holding you tightly. Maybe it makes your heart grow at least half a size or something, but you relax a little too and squeeze her back before the two of you step back, Tsubasa grinning and letting her hands linger on your shoulders for a moment.\n\nYour mother, looking immensely relieved, says, "Why don't the three of us go out for lunch? That really good pizza place is near here, right?"\n\n"Yeah, let's!" Tsubasa says, eyes lighting up. Then she pauses, glancing at you. "I mean, does that sound good to you?"\n\n"Sounds fine to me." As the three of you head out into the hall, you decide to venture, "I've heard they put a lot of different stuff on pizza in Japan, like corn and stuff."\n\nTsubasa laughs some. "Well not all the time, but yeah there's definitely toppings that don't seem to be standard over here, plus this place does real New York Style which is pretty different too!"\n\nAnd like that, the ice is broken and you find yourself able to chat with Tsubasa. Surprisingly well, actually, as the more you and she talk the more you find yourself connecting with her. It's not like she's really some mirror image of you... while she likes just about all kinds of games, she mostly focuses on mobile games and more story-based stuff as opposed to your preference for MMOs and shooters. She also apparently likes playing actual sports, though not to the point of joining regular teams. Still, as far as your interests in entertainment, those are pretty close, and it takes awhile before you realize that someone's getting left out. "Uh, sorry Mom," you say sheepishly as you dab some pepperoni oil off your lips.\n\n"No, no," she replies with a wide smile. "Don't feel sorry for leaving me out, I'm just... really enjoying seeing you two get along so well. So you just keep talking."\n\nYou nod, taking a moment to muse on how well you have been getting on now that you realize. Honestly it already feels like you've been close friends with Tsubasa for years. As you look over at her and see your own blue eyes looking back with a smile, you start to realize that hey... maybe you really do have a sister. "You wanna go give Galaga a try?" you offer, grinning and hooking a thumb towards the deliberately antiquated arcade area.\n\n"I will <i>kick your ass</i> at Galaga," Tsubasa says with a laugh. "You can go first!"\n\nIt's late in the afternoon as the three of you walk back up the walk towards Tsubasa's dorm. She pauses with her hand on the handle, then turns around and looks at the two of you. "Hey, you know, I'm thinking," she says slowly. "My roommate isn't going to get here until like two days before the semester starts. If you wanted, Cyan, you could... you could stay over?" she continues, tilting her head towards the door some. "I mean, there's lots to do around here, and the dorm has a really great internet connection, especially since practically no one's using it right now."\n\n"I could pack you up some clothes and bring you your laptop and things in the morning," your mother hurries to add, obviously excited by the idea. "I think it's a great idea, Cyan, the two of you having all that time to get to know each other."\n\nYou blink, a little bit blindsided by this. It's... well, it's not as if you haven't really enjoyed spending this time with Tsubasa, even if you are still easing into the idea that she's your sister. But now you're being asked to sleep over... you're not exactly sure for how long, but the invitation seems to extend to the rest of the summer. On the one hand, you aren't exactly being cut off from all your friends and standard activities, the university is only about twenty minutes away, a half hour in traffic. On the other... are you really ready to go <i>that</i> far in getting to know your new sibling?\n\n<hr>\n[[Stay over.|GGParent5x4]]\n\n[[Go home.|GGParent]]

"I..." You glance between the two of them, then huff a bit and grin. "Yeah, actually, that sounds really cool."\n\nThe smile on Tsubasa's face almost instantly makes it worth it. Geez, you really are getting attached to your sudden sister. Your mom rushing in to hug you tight helps too. You pat her on the back as she draws away. "I'll be here bright and early with your things," she tells you, before she turns to hug Tsubasa tightly too, kissing her cheek. "Thank you," she adds quietly, though you're not sure if she's thanking Tsubasa for making the offer or you for accepting it. Probably both. After a few more goodbyes, she heads back to the car, and you follow Tsubasa upstairs.\n\n"The sheets on the other bed are mine anyway, just seemed weird to have a bare mattress sitting there," Tsubasa says as you follow her back to her room. "Feel free to use pretty much anything, I mean as long as it's not a mess when she turns up it should be fine, and I'm guessing most of my clothes will fit you just fine."\n\n"Yeah, it's pretty amazing, huh?" you note, glancing over at her as you walk over to take a seat on the side of the bed, mostly to have something to do. "I mean, everyone always says how much I look like Mom, I didn't realize it was because her genes apparently beat everyone else's into submission."\n\n"Not all of them," Tsubasa mutters, apparently to herself. You're not sure what she means, but since she immediately swings the TV mounted on her side of the room out, apparently she doesn't want to talk about it. "Let's find something to watch. Should be easy enough from all the stuff we like that's the same."\n\n"Good by me, Tsubasa."\n\nShe pauses in messing with her phone and glances over at you, her smile a little wry. "You know, you don't have to call me 'Tsubasa', we are... well, we are sisters. You could call me 'oneechan'." When you start snickering, she grins and rolls her eyes. "Oh right, you watch anime. Fine, if not 'oneechan', how about 'sis'?"\n\n"Iiiii'll work on it," you reply with a grin and a shake of the head. "We'll figure it out as we go, huh?"\n\n"True. Oh, I haven't seen this one, is it good?"\n\n"Oh we've <i>gotta</i> watch the <i>Tales from the Dark Side</i> movie, yeah!"\n\nThe two of you pass several hours watching cheesy old horror movies that apparently aren't particularly big deals in Japan, talking quietly here and there and occasionally riffing on them. Eventually Tsubasa calls a break to head into the bathroom and take a shower. You flop back onto 'your' bed and spend a while messing with games on your phone, until you hear the shower shut off. Not too long after, Tsubasa comes out, a wide towel that comes almost to her knees wrapped around her middle, hair still damp. As she crosses to her bed to snag a pair of sweatpants, you glance over, noticing something above the top of the towel on her shoulderblades that makes you blink. "Whoa, you have a tattoo?"\n\n"Eh?" Tsubasa glances over, then her cheeks color a little. "Um. Yes."\n\n"Whoa, cool. I thought tattoos in Japan were like, big time no go, like a ton of people think they're just for Yakuza or something," you note as you sit up and lean over towards her.\n\n"Ahaha, y-yeah, they do think that I guess," Tsubasa replies, rubbing the back of her head and edging a bit away with the sweatpants.\n\n<hr>\n[["Lemme see!"|GGParent5x5]]\n\n[["... Wait, did you just agree?"|GGParent6x1]]

Savage is one of the standard melee classes... no real surprises, just a lot of swinging, smashing, and trying to keep numbers high. Probably a good place to start for seeing what the changes are like. You select the class, and your troll's muscles bulge, her height visibly becoming greater, several more braids appearing in her hair. But there are even bigger changes in her outfit, the leather bikini bottom turning into a fur skirt... well, more of a fur flap in front and back. The top disappears entirely, her breasts becoming larger and a set of piercings with small talons at either end appearing in her dark blue nipples, white war paint in the shape of troll hands appearing across her body. Wow, guess they're taking advantage of that 18+ rating, huh?\n\nYou'd expect to go to the screen where you do stuff like pick out exactly what kind of nipple piercings you have, but are instead asked to choose traits. This must be what all the fuss is about for the new update, huh?\n\n<center>Choose your character's trait.</center>\n\n[[Massive Weapon|GGWOWplaceholder]] - Your character's mighty weapon is their pride and joy, and they love to get it out and use it at every opportunity... in fact, they're driven to do so in situations where it really might be better not to. (Sounds like you get a bonus with large weapons, but maybe some sort of berserk status effect in battle?)\n\n[[Blood Lust|GGWOWplaceholder]] - Your character becomes more and more excited the more violent combat becomes, until they may become overcome with desire and lose all better sense. (Ooo, they said "lust", tooootally adult content and not at all just a way of saying you'll get a buff the more damage you do until you hit some "Frenzy" state.)\n\n[[Combat Addict|GGWOWplaceholder]] - Your character is driven by the desire to fight and become more powerful. They will seek any means to become stronger and to have chances to show off their strength. No depths are too low to sink to for empowerment. (Yuh-huh. You'll probably be given a "Kick Puppy" dialog option on some dialog boxes to receive a boost.)

You'll just duck into the antique store for a minute. Maybe they have post cards or some little bits of local jewelry you can snag as a personal momento of your daring night excursion! Heh.\n\nYou push open the door and step into an interior best described as 'organized clutter'. Things seem to have been set down or placed based mostly on whether there was room there and a clear path was left to wander through the rest of the shop if it was put there. It looks like mostly furniture and bits of art and paintings, though... just from a few steps in you don't see anything small and souvenir-like. You're actually about to turn and leave, starting to worry that you'll be caught, when a woman's voice calls from further in, "Come all the way in and say hello, why don't you?"\n\nWell. It would be rude to just walk away after hearing that. So you pad on further into the shop and closer to the source of the light. An antique floor lamp is on behind an old oak desk, behind which sits a dark-skinned woman with long, straight brown hair done in three braids. She looks around your mother's age, maybe a bit older, and is wearing a tight black t-shirt and you think a skirt, though you can't quite see from here. She smiles at you, red(?!) eyes glittering a bit. "Don't get many visitors period, much less young ladies in cheerleader outfits," she says, voice low and smooth and carrying just the faintest hint of some accent you can't place. "What brings you by?"\n\n"Ah, well, my team is just stopping in town for the night on our way to a competition," you explain, not seeing the harm in that. Besides, you do like to brag on your girls. "It's a big competition and it's a pretty huge deal, I guess I was hoping I might find something for a souvenir of the trip."\n\n"Oho, I see, I see." She gives a nod, grinning even more broadly. "Well that's sweet darling. Here, I have a few things that would be just perfect for a girl like you." She leans to the side and opens one of the drawers of the desk, pulling out a small stack of objects and setting them on the desktop, then laying them out in a row. "Now, here we have a [[hair bangle|CheercubusStart]]," she suggests, lifting a little silver... well, it's a skull. It's sort of a cute skull, obviously stylized and meant to be a bit adorable, but probably a little goth for your look. "This has been passed down among my people for some time, it's very good for channeling energy into your spirit. I also have this [[wish journal|CheerMotel]]," she continues, lightly touching the cover of the small, gold-edged, leather-covered book. "Just write what you want to happen and watch it come true. And then there's the [[leadership ring|CheerMotel]]," she adds, indicating a small silver ring with two spherical stones in it, a deep blue one and a pale red one. "Whenever you feel even the slightest bit wanting, you just rub one of the stones and feel your charisma grow."\n\nAll of that seems a little hokey, but still, they might make good conversation pieces. Smiling politely, you ask, "So how much are they?"\n\n"Oh, you can have one. Just pick which one you like and have it as a present," the woman says, making you blink in shock. "You seem like just the sort of young girl I'd want to have one of these, so please take one with my compliments."\n\n"But I couldn't!"\n\n"I insist. Go on, pick one."

Deciding to go walking around a strange town by yourself just to say you did it, you cross the street and head towards the little gathering of buildings. It's not until you're halfway there that you realize you probably should have at least changed out of your cheerleading uniform before you did this, as it kind of overly stands out. But oh well, if you go back now Cassie will almost certainly question you too much, and either your resolve will crumble or you'll have to take her along too. \n\nThough it doesn't exactly look like there's a ton to look at, anyway. A lot of the shops seem to be closed... some permanently, to judge by the interiors or the boards in the windows. This doesn't seem to be the most happening place at any hour of the day, but apparently after dark the sidewalks roll up. Looking around, it seems like only three places are open... the [[convenience store|CheerMotel]], a very rough-looking [[bar|CheerMotel]], and what looks to be some sort of [[antique store|CheerMotel5x2]]. You really wouldn't have expected that, of all things, to be open this late but there's a light on towards the back of it and the flip sign in the window still reads 'Open' in calligraphy.

You rise in the morning with a long stretch and a yawn, blinking a few times then looking a bit blearily, but happily at the sunshine streaming through your window. The weather's always pleasant in Easter Town, it's one of the side benefits of this job. And it is quite a job... Easter is months behind you, but there's things to do all year 'round. You're not entirely sure why so much of this job is apparently relegated to you instead of the people you always assumed planned Easter events and got chocolate into stores and such, but oh well. The more you know! You rise and select one of your various gawdy vests and don it. A quick breakfast, and it's off to start your usual morning inspection of the town, beginning as is your wont with Chocolate Cream Production Facility Beta.\n\nChocolate Cream Production Facility Beta, formerly known as "Dasher", certainly seems to be doing well when you check in. His car-sized belly has long since taken on the appearance of a giant easter egg, his fur having turned purple with a zig-zag yellow stripe in the middle. His balls are almost as impressively sized, each one having taken on a matching green and pink egg design. His cock is lost somewhere in the drape between belly and sack, but the tube and hose are hard and durable, they're not having any problems from it. You hop over to the charts and pick up the clipboard, looking over it and largely ignoring the long since normalized din of motors and moaning.\n\n"Hm. There was a very slightly less intense orgasm for one half second last night around three AM," you note, signing off on the page and then handing the clipboard to one of the maintenance rabbits, who salutes. "Let's change up the vibration pattern again. What's the next one we've got planned?"\n\n"'Jingle Bells' in Morse Code," the bunny replies with a giggle.\n\n"I love it! Let's plan to go up a half size on the vibrator in about three months too, and then a full size by next Easter, and we'll make a pattern of that. We'll get him to size twenty in about a decade."\n\n"Yes, Boss!"\n\nYou walk over and observe your factory for a moment, then smile and give it a light smack on one of the 'eggs', enjoying the sudden increase in moans and sounds of the suction struggling with the briefly increased output. Then you glance aside as Bruno comes rushing in.\n\n"Hey, hey Boss! There's this big green monster that's sitting in the sugar tube grove! We think he's from Halloween Town and he's not supposed to be here!"\n\n"Big green monster, huh?" You raise your brows... then grin wickedly. "Well, we were a little behind on mint cream production anyway, so good news."\n\n<b>Holly the Easter Bunny</b> end - <i>Factory boss</i>

Hm... between the fence and angles, the view of Leslie's back yard is obscured from all but one neighbor, who could probably see you if they were in the room on one corner of the house, you guess~. The one who lives in that house would be the...\n\n<hr>\n[[... nerdy tech dude.|GGLes1x5]]\n\n[[... the big buff guy.|GGLes]]\n\n[[... the hot cougar.|GGLes]]

* Fixed some formatting on the Jamie "home product tester" pages that was left over from before the new default colors. There's probably some other passages like that out there, just remind me occasionally if they're not fixed.\n* <b>Main:</b> More of Buddy dealing with the [[Christmas angel|BuddyAngel1x2]] in his living room.\n* <b>Main</b>: After long consideration, I've decided to rewrite Jamie's Pokemon storyline. I don't usually like to trim off old stuff like this, especially when it's been worked on, but the more I thought on it the more limited I felt by the setup. The link to the start of that plotline is [[here|QOPokeStart]] and has new content, as well as a link to the old version just for posterity.\n* <b>Main:</b> Buddy can also request the [[alternative visitation|BuddyDec1x2]] for his Caroling.\n* <b>Main</b>: Actually started on the "[[None|RanXDeb1x1]]" option under the Ranma sim debug that some of you may have noticed appeared a bit back. Because that's what that line needed, another option.\n* <b>Main:</b> Jamie can now suggest going right to [[Gideon's house|QOGid1x3]] for their weekend.\n* <b>Main:</b> Eric can now take the [[different things|HLMai10x4]] from Wiz's collection of devious items. (Incoming poof transformations. Hey, sorry, sometimes they just fit best.)\n* More of the "None" debug option on the Ranma sim. Definitely check out the "go elsewhere" option.\n* More work on the Trikeron sim.

"I guess I'll stand in the circle and chant with everyone," you say, since standing off to the side recording it while everyone makes fools of themselves feels vaguely like making blackmail material. If you're also making a fool of yourself it's just whimsical!\n\n"Alright! Let's see... Nyoko, you stand here... and then... Mayuri here..." Rina starts off. Gradually, she gets everyone spaced out to about equal distances, and steps back, looking satisfied. "Alright, everyone, I'll give you the phrase to chant, and then I'll count one-two-three to time everybody. The phrase is..." She looks in the book. "'Nyba ic'! Very simple! Okay, everyone..."\n\nThe others all raise their hands solemnly, and you copy the motion because of course, everyone's gotta make beseeching motions to the great beyond. (You may be sounding cynical in your head but you are in fact having a ton of fun.)\n\n"One, two, three!"\n\n"Nyba ic!" everyone calls out, roughly in sync.\n\n"One, two, three!"\n\n"Nyba ic!"\n\n"One, two, three!"\n\n"Nyba ic!"\n\nRina continues to count off and the rest of you continue to chant, actually getting more and more in sync and calling out in a more grandiose tone. It sounds much more impressive, though in the back of your head you're a little worried the janitor might hear. "Nyba ic! ... Nyba ic! ... Nyba ic!" all of you continue to call out, having gotten the timing down. Which is lucky, since Rina stopped counting. ... Wait why did Rina stop counting? You look over at her and see that she's standing with her arms dangling limp at her sides and her jaw sagging, eyes wide. What the...?\n\nThen you look down and notice that the silver ring on the floor has started glowing. Like a shining light that flickers upward actually making a ring of light broken only by the parts the others are standing on. "Uh... g-guys..."\n\nBut everyone else seems to have gotten too into doing the chant to notice, their unified cries coming closer together in an almost fever pitch. "Nyba ic! Nyba ic! Nyba ic! NYBA IC!"\n\nAt that last particularly enthusiastic call, the light rushes forward from the edges of the ring and into the center, turning into a scintillating pool of luminence. <i>That</i> definitely gets everyone's attention, their jaws dropping too. Everyone's too shocked to move, staring in mingled fear and awe as something emerges from the glowing circle with little ripples like it was coming out of water... long, wriggling pale yellow tendrils, each about the thickness of your wrist or a bit smaller. More and more of them emerge, briefly just wiggling around in the air... before they shoot out.\n\nYou and the other girls let out shrieks and screams, none of you having the forethought to run at least until the tentacles are already wrapping around your limbs and hauling you up into the air. Rina might have had time to run, but she's clearly torn between whether she should or should attempt to do something to try to save the rest fo you; that hesitation is all it takes, and the tentacles reach out past the circle and snag her too, hauling her forward and up. \n\nThere's more shrieking, screaming, and struggling from all of you as the smaller tendrils begin slipping under your clothes and tearing them free, reducing your uniforms to tatters instantly and leaving everyone in their underwear. But bras and panties are just as mercilessly infiltrated and then torn, the tentacle sliding along your pussy and the cleft of your ass before it coils around your shimapan and rips them away. In a matter of seconds you and all the other club members are reduced to full nudity, the tentacles even pulling off shoes and socks, leaving them to fall down to the glowing circle and disappear like they'd dropped through the surface of a pond.\n\n"H-hey, wait!" you blurt as you're hauled to the center, the tentacles moving the rest around into a loose circle around you almost as if arraying them to make sure they watch. You're tilted forward to be face-down towards the circle, though you quickly look away from it, instinctively terrified of what you might see. Your legs are forced apart, and you tremble as another tentacle brushes its side length along the cleft of your pussy. You tremble, expecting the penetration, your hips reflexively shaking and wriggling in an attempt to get away. Then you give a "Gk!" and reel your head back in shock as one of the tentacles raises up in front of your face.\n\nYour eyes widen as it splits open at the end, four flaps peeling back from it to reveal a dripping, almost golden interior with a ribbed exterior. You give your head a hard shake of denial... to which it gives a little up-and-down bob before shooting forward. The flaps that had peeled apart latch around your lower face, wrapping firmly around it and covering it completely... and not incidentally forcing your jaw and chin downward, your mouth opened and allowing that ribbed interior to push forward, sliding across your tongue and right down your throat. It forces itself past your gag reflex before you know it, leaving your body reflexively gulping and swallowing around it again and again.\n\nYou continue to struggle half in a panic as you can feel a faint pulsing and trembling inside the inner tentacle pushed down your throat, and feel something warm and gooey being pumped right down your throat and into your stomach. You can feel your whole body beginning to heat up, a sort of strange warmth flooding all your tissues, a similarly almost wet feeling coming to them like you were starting to sweat from the bones out. And almost immediately you can feel your tits beginning to grow heavier, swelling and rounding further. As they grow they occasionally give a little jump and wobble from a sudden spurt of extra growth, getting heavier and heavier, and somehow you think you can actually hear a faint sloshing sound with their wobbling from your struggles. Your pussy begins to grow wet, dripping and smearing arousal across the surface of the tentacle still teasing and rubbing on you.\n\nOnly once your tits are the size of beachballs does the tentacle down your throat stop and withdraw, the flaps releasing your face with a faint wet <i>slp</i> as it draws away. You pant and shudder as you're hauled back upright, your legs lifted and spread still, able to not only actually get a look at your enlarged breasts and the milk steadily dribbling from your engorged nipples, but at the rest of the girls staring at you in shock and worry (and one or two wet pussies as well, the back of your mind can't help but notice). Your lips pull back from your teeth and your eyes widen in fear as one of the thicker tentacles lifts up and moves back into place between your legs, writhing and twisting in the air as if enjoying the anticipation. Then it thrusts forward, burying itself in your pussy as you cry out, your eyes rolling now as unwilling pleasure shoots through you as it wriggles and pushes further into you.\n\nThe tentacle thrusts and pumps, working itself deeper into you every time. You toss your head and shake it, trying to deny both that you're being tentacle-raped by a creature from beyond and that whatever it's done to your body is forcing you to enjoy it. You almost don't notice that two other tentacles have moved forward and split open at the ends until they latch themselves onto your breasts over your nipples, the flaps suctioning to your skin as tightly as the other had over your face. You buck and twist again, especially as you can feel the tentacle violating your pussy starting to bump against some inner barrier... your brain knows it should hurt, but each thump against it just sends a spasm of pleasure through your body, and even moreso when it finally pushes past that barrier and slides fully into your womb.\n\nThe tentacle goes still for a moment, simply quivering lightly in place. You shudder and look down the cleavage of your overgrown tits, and your eyes widen again in horror as the tentacle bulges down where it emerges from the light... or rather, a bulge the size of a grown man's fist starts passing upward along it, followed about a foot distant by another. You twist and buck again, trying to fight, then cry out as your pussy it stretched further by the bulge pushing past your lips. As the bulge passes along your inner walls the tentacles latched to your tits start sucking hard, sending an intense burst of pleasure through your enlarged boobs and rushing through the rest of your body, making you buck and twist. You shudder and whimper as the tentacle's bulge presses against your inner barrier... but when it pushes past and the egg actually drops into your womb you cum instantly, your eyes rolling and tongue lolling as you shriek and howl with pleasure, your pussy gushing around the next egg-bulge that's already starting to push into it.\n\nThe tentacle continues to pump eggs into you in a slow, steady pace, your stomach gradually growing rounder and heavier with them by the moment, and every single time one is deposited in your womb you have an intense orgasm, your body bucking and twisting joyously in the tentacles' grip, heavy spurts of milk answering the suckling of the ones latched onto your obscenely overgrown tits. Your belly continues to grow and round out, going from fully flat and smooth through the full term of pregnancy, though it shows no signs of slowing or stopping even as you reach the size you'd be at nine months.\n\nThe back part of your mind is sort of detached and observing even as the rest of your brain is being blasted by oviposition orgasms, watching it as more tentacles emerge and split at the ends, shooting forward and latching to the other girls' faces, their bodies writhing and bucking anew as they're pumped with the "prep fluid", their tits starting to grow and swell, sloshing heavily with their struggles as they fill with milk, their skins flushing and pussies starting to drip and dribble. One by one the tentacle pump-masks come off and the air is filled with their humiliated, pleasured cries of being forced to enjoy being raped by tentacles, even as you continue to gurgle and moan and whorishly squeal in mindless pleasure at already being pumped full of eggs.\n\nKuro's eyes have rolled all the way up and her tongue has lolled out, her whole body almost vibrating. Her already large tits have grown much larger, and seem to be producing so much milk that the suck-tentacles are having a hard time keeping up with it, near-constant squirts of white escaping around the edges of them, her nipples having become so thick and fat they're actually bulging out the ends of the tentacles. Her hips shake lewdly even as she continues to whimper and whine in denial, her clit jutting out hard and prominent below the expanding curve of her belly.\n\nMika's athletic body seems to be allowing her to actually struggle more effectively against the tentacles holding her... in that she's actually managing to yank her arms and legs around, not that she's anywhere close to freeing herself. Mostly all her struggling seems to be doing is making her massively inflated tits bobble and sway around crazily, the tentacles attached to them flinging around like loose firehoses, but not coming anywhere close to actually being dislodged from the look of it. You also notice that her struggles seem to be slowing a bit the more her formerly flat, toned tummy bulges outward, her eyes starting to roll as well and her pussy to squirt more heavily around the tentacle pumping eggs into her.\n\nKeiko seems to have gone still, having completley abandoned herself to the inevitability of being turned into a milk factory and egg warehouse, her eyes glazed and jaw slack, tongue stuck out and dribbling a steady line of drool down into the portal below. The tentacles seem to be particularly enjoying sucking on her big brown udders, though, bobbing up and down enthusiastically with their pumping and making the hefty tanned orbs shake and shimmy heavily with their constantly refilling reservoirs, her belly stretching outward further and further, the tentacle buried deep into her cunt seemingly just as enthusiastic about giving her a particularly large load of eggs.\n\nMayuri has given herself over completely and utterly to the pleasure, not only moaning and squealing whorishly but giggling enthusiastically between them, a crazed light in her eyes and near-insane smile having twisted her pretty, refined face. She's shaking her shoulders to wobble her huge milky tits for the suction tentacles, and is fucking herself down against the tentacle in her pussy, working herself on it and grinding herself over the bulges of the eggs to make them slide inside faster. "More! More! More!" she squeals eagerly every time her body shudders and her cunt gushes, signaling that another egg has been deposited in her already crowded womb.\n\nNyoko, on the other hand, looks to have been completely mindbroken, even beyond Keiko's unresisting compliance, her eyes dull and empty, mouth hanging open and tongue out but expression not otherwise having changed. That might have something to do with the fact that the "prep fluid" looks to have been massively more effective on her than on the rest of you, and her formerly practically flat tits have grown into absolutely massive jugs, each one bigger than her torso, the tentacles working her nipples almost twice the size of any of the others to deal with the volume they're putting out. Her belly is also steadily pushing outward past them, growing larger faster than any of the rest of you, and again with no signs of stopping any time soon even as it grows to be larger than the rest of her body put together.\n\nRina seems to be in much the same state as you are, having already descended into squealing and moaning as she's forced to cum over and over again from each egg, orgasms radiating out from her core and resonating in her hefty, milk-laden tits. Her eyes meet yours, and you can't tell if they're full of apology, satisfaction, or maybe somehow both.\n\nEgg-laden bellies swell and jut, milk-laden tits slosh and wobble, and schoolgirls squeal and howl and cum. The beast from beyond has claimed all of you, and it seems like there's nothing to stop it from turning you into its seedbeds permanently.\n\n<hr>\n[["We're... done for..."|GGJSMysteryCircle1x4b]]\n\n[["Someone... help..."|GGJSMysteryCircle1x4]]

Huh, you didn't even know that was a thing. ... You're gonna hafta try it though now. ... Cynically you figure that picking it might result in that, since maybe everyone will share a bite after it completely fails to summon anything. So you pluck up the little square wrapper and announce, "This one."\n\nEveryone turns around, and whoever it belongs to manages to do a decent job of hiding any possible disappointed reaction. Rina ceremoniously takes the package of ramen from you and... sets it down on the little table near the door. The rest of you head back to the table and tuck in, deciding to prepare and share everything else since that way it's still keeping it unclear who donated and no one's missing out. (Everyone seems pretty happy at getting to try the rare chip sampler anyway.)\n\nEventually, after a brief period of turning off the lights and everyone quieting down to let the janitor doing his inspection pass by (you wonder how often he actually comes in and cleans any of these rooms? you guess that's left up to club members, huh?), and then a bit more waiting until Rina assures you all he must have made his way back to his room by now, she picks up the offering and the rest of you sneak (with varying levels of seriousness and silliness) through the halls to room 217-A. \n\nHuh, there really is a circle of some silvery metal set in the floor, pretty much encompassing the whole seating area. You and the others, at Rina's suggestion, set to moving the chairs and desks out of the center and setting them off to the sides, doing your best to be quick but quiet about it so as not to alert the janitor if he's still lingering around. Luckily with how many of you there are (and that it's not a terribly crowded classroom), it doesn't take long and the circle is soon revealed.\n\n"So now what do we do?" Nyoko asks with a bit of a frown.\n\n"Oh, that was in the diary as well!" Rina speaks up. She fishes out what does indeed look like a particularly old and battered leather journal and flips through it, giving a low 'hmmm'. "It says that six students need to stand at equal distances around the circle, and chant a short phrase over and over again, and that this will invoke the circle to claim the offering and manifest the summoning."\n\n"Hm, but there's seven of us," Mayuri points out, putting a fingertip to her lower lip. "So someone will be left out."\n\n"Ah, yes. Well, I suppose I could either lead the chant from the outside, and all of you could be the ones to stand in the circle... oh, or Shian, as our newest member, you can stay outside to document our attempt instead!" Rina says cheerfully, turning toward you. "Which would you prefer?"\n\n<hr>\n[[You'll join the chanting.|GGJSMysteryCircle1x3]]\n\n[[You'll do the documenting.|GGJSMysteryCircle]]

"Well, you did say you found those journal entries in the previous club diaries," you point out, Rina puffing up just a bit. "And everyone else sounds like they just heard various rumors." (Reasonably, those entries could have just been by someone completely spitballing a theory rather than any actual knowledge, but no reason to rain on her parade.)\n\n"It is, in a way, knowledge passed down from our senpais," Rina notes, clearly trying not to sound smug, and maybe 97% succeeding. She considers for a moment, then you can almost see the lightbulb go off in her head as she turns. "Hey, everyone! I have an idea!" Once the others have turned to look, she says, "In case the mystery ring <i>is</i> a summoning circle, we can test it by giving an offering!"\n\n"An offering of what?" Nyoko says, rather dubiously, but not without interest. You suppose that as the closest the club has to a scientist, she's not disposed to argue with the concept of an actually testable theory.\n\n"The diary entry said that it was usually an offering of food," Rina replies. "Everyone brought food and snacks for dinner, right? We should all pick one good thing from what we've brought, and then pick one of those to offer to the circle, to see if it provokes a reaction?"\n\n"Like, I guess that makes sense, since it's the closest we've got to actually, yanno, having a procedure?" Keiko allows, frowning a little as she brushes a bright pink fingernail lightly against her cheek. "But, like, how do we pick which one? Someone's, like, gonna go hungry, for reals."\n\n"No, no, no one will go hungry, we'll all share," Rina declares, which sparks less doubtful looks than you might have expected. "But as for how we'll pick..." She considers, then brightens again. "As our newest kohai, Shian should pick! She'll turn around, and we'll all lay out what we want to offer on the table 'blind', that way she won't have to feel like she's playing favorites!"\n\nNow <i>you're</i> a little doubtful. But everyone else seems to be pretty on board with this plan, so after a minimal amount of cajoling you turn around and, just to be safe, cover your eyes. You can hear the others rummaging around in their bags and the faint rustling and crinkling of plastic packages being laid out on the table, as well as Rina murmuring quietly to the others, before she calls, "Okay, ready!"\n\nWhen you turn around, you find that all the others are facing away and covering their own eyes now. ... Oh right, so they won't see you starting to pick and react, thus invoking favoritism anyway. Man, Rina actually is a really good club president, even if she is a weirdo like the rest of you. You walk over to the little table and eye the interesting assemblage of items. You feel like you could guess who put some of these out... but then again, you would've thought you could guess the other members' interests from their styles, and that turned out to be a 'ha ha irony!' moment.\n\n... Hm. You also managed to snag a limited-time flavor assortment of chips when you were at the store earlier. (Everyone else in school complains how hard they are to find and get before they sell out. You apparently have some weird potato chip related luck with them and always manage to turn up a bag, it's honestly weird enough you might consider bringing it up to the others, if you didn't think it would invoke jealousy.) Those seem sufficiently rare and interesting that you could offer them up as "summoning fodder", and then none of the others would have to lose their dinner. ... Though then you're back to the jealousy issue over the chips, hrm.\n\nWell you'll think it over. As you do, you look at the other items on the table, considering what might be a "sufficient" offering to the summoning circle.\n\n<hr>\n[[The limited chips.|GGJS]]\n\n[[Egg noodle ramen.|GGJSMysteryCircle1x2]]\n\n[[Gummimps.|GGJS]]

That helmet really is just too cool, and finally you give in and admit you want it way too bad. Unhooking the hangar, you carry it over to the counter, absolutely sure you're about to be told the price must have been labeled wrong and you can't have it. Instead you blink as you're told an even lower price than labeled. "Huh?"\n\n"Like I said, there's a sale today," the redhead chirps happily.\n\nFeeling a little weirded, you glance at the receipt, which sure enough says 'Recruitment Drive Sale'. Which seems a weird way to say they want repeat customers, but oh well. Taking your costume and deciding to head home before some manager comes to their senses, you retreat from the mall and through the streets to your room. Once there, you set the helmet on the bed and open the bag. You're left in even more shock as you pull the 'multiblaster' out of the bag... it's just as high quality as the helmet, with multiple LEDs and even a small LCD screen, though nothing's lit up at the moment, probably needs batteries. You expected the suit to, at best, be a printed-pattern spandex affair but it's actually more like molded rubber or plastic or something, with its own LED lights. \n\nAstounding. Who decided this thing wasn't worth at least five times the price? Still, with the incredible luck, you've got to try this thing on right away. Obviously this necessitates getting naked, and your clothes quickly go flying as you practically tear them off in your eagerness to get into the much cooler outfit. You work your feet into the legs of the costume and tug it into place, finding the costume adhering to your legs and making them look as good as a really nice pair of hose... and you have to admit that it does similarly nice things to your ass once you tug it up and into place, having a bit of a 'lift and separate' effect on your asscheeks. Sliding your arms into the gloved sleeves, you pull it around in front, your boobs fitting right into the molded 'cups' for them. you're a little confused about how you close it up, but just try pressing the front flaps together and find that they 'stick', the seam becoming almost invisible. Nice! There's a holster for the blaster on your right thigh, so you slide it into place, then pick it up and pull the helmet on. You take a look in the mirror, admiring the view... ha, you look like Commander Shepard decided to sign up to display that 'Merica was her favorite country on the planet.\n\nThen you blink as the faceplate of the helmet lights up with blinking, moving text, and all the LEDs on the suit and gun flicker to life. What the heck? A calm female voice announces, "New recruit detected. Registering Cadet Ranger Cyan LaChance. Recall protocol initiated. Initiating transport in five seconds."\n\n"What in the everloving fu-" You blink, and suddenly find yourself standing in a round room on a glowing dais, with lots of overdesigned consoles and monitors dotting the floor and walls, and a pair of very strange-looking people standing there looking at you. "-ck?!"\n\n"And a fine and hearty 'ck' of greeting to you, recruit!" the larger of the two booms, stepping forward and striking a pose with his fists on his hips. He's tall and so broad-shouldered that he's almost triangular, even in the suit. He's got a lantern jaw and perfectly-groomed blonde hair, and is in all ways a rather stereotypical heartthrob sort except for the fact that his skin's green. His suit has a lot more stars and glowy stuff on it, as well as a hefty backpack. "Welcome to the Space Ranger ship 'Overwhelming Justice', where you'll begin your career of battling crime across the galaxy!"\n\n"... Uhhhhhh..." is all you can really think to say.\n\n"This idea of random recruitment is definitely turning out to be as brilliant as I said it would be," the other person says flatly from where she's standing behind a console, apparently having been the one working the transporter, teleporter, whatever it is. She looks like someone brought a shadow to three-dimensional life and stuffed it into a suit like yours (minus the helmet, which she doesn't seem to be bothering with). Flat black hair, flat black skin, black eyes (with the only color being thin, glowing pink rings)... even when she speaks, her teeth seem to be ink black, though her tongue is glowing(!) neon pink too. "You are exactly the genius I have always said you are, sir." \n\n"Thank you, Ensign," the green-skinned man acknowledges enthusiastically, despite the bitingly emotionless tone of the woman's delivery. "Still, the initial rating for this one is very high! So don't linger, recruit, get down off the transporter and let's get you working for justice!"\n\n"Wait, time out, could I... I mean, I thought I was buying a costume!" you blurt, your head swimming.\n\n"Should've read the text on the back of the glossy photo in the front of the bag," the inky woman behind the console states blandly. "There's big bright letters saying 'Attention' and then informing you that by putting on the suit and helmet, you're agreeing to enlist in the Space Rangers for a five year term. Which is a totally intelligent thing to do and absolutely isn't going to wind up snaring a bunch of people who just put on what they thought was a neat outfit without thinking about it."\n\n"A contract is a contract, and enforcing contracts is justice!" declares the green-skinned man. "Now, come on, recruit, there's a lot of crime out there piling up while we stand around talking!"\n\n<hr>\n[[O... kay...|GGSR1x1]]\n\n[[What no I want to go home.|GGSR3x1]]

Superhero outfits are always a good go-to, and there's usually enough of them that they're not too expensive. You start looking through the labeled rack, noting that most of the costumes are in hangar bags of various sizes, though one or two have bits of the costume outside of the bag as well. Some of them are knockoffs, others are canon characters, though you notice that most of them seem to be about the same price (and relatively cheap, too, which is interesting... but then, it's sort of the off-season for costumes, isn't it?).\n\nThe first one you notice is a [[Supergirl|GGMCE]] costume. Specifically the 'classic' version, with the long-sleeved blue shirt and red skirt. The part that's clipped outside of the bag is the boots, and those actually look like they're surprisingly good quality for a cheap in-a-bag costume. Kind of gives you hope for what you might find in any of the sets.\n\nAnother is labeled '[[Space Ranger|GGMCE7x2]]', and features a rather patriotically-themed bodysuit, gun, and helmet. The helmet's outside of the bag, and just from a look at it you'd kind of be willing to pay the price just for that thing because it's pretty cool, intricately-molded and well painted plastic with a clear 'dome' faceport. Kinda looks like a Knight Saber, really. Or a cross between a Knight Saber and Iron Patriot.\n\nThere's a '[[Vampire Hunter|GGMCE]]' costume too, and again you're kind of tempted to get it just because of what's outside the bag. Is that long coat real leather?! It looks like it, feels like it, even kind of smells like it. It can't be for the price on the bag, though, that's just insane!\n\nOne bag has a costume called '[[Miss Thang|GGMCE10x1]]' on the front, and really just looks like a very skimpy bikini bottom and muscle top. You wonder if it comes with muscle padding or if you have to provide your own? Heh. Still, if it's the quality level of the other stuff you're seeing, the panties and top are probably worth the price tag. The model's also painted icy blue, so maybe it comes with a thing of bodypaint or color spray.\n\nThe last costume that really catches your attention is an [[Incredibles bodysuit|GGMCE]]. It just has the bodysuit, gloves, boots, and mask, so you guess it's up to you to decide whether you'd be Helen or Violet.\n\nOr, you know, you could always dip into your birthday money a bit and [[buy them all|GGMCE]]...

Flopear blinks as you speak... then closes his eyes and smiles brightly, raising a hand and wiggling his fingers in greeting.\n\n... Okaaaay. He understands you? ... And is also kinda fucking cute?\n\nYou slowly sit up, then turn around to sit on the edge of the bed, not letting your eyes leave him. Flopear does give several small hops back, seeming slightly wary, but only for a second... maybe he was just giving you room to sit. Or stand. Which you do after a moment, blushing as the shift of the sheets against your bare legs reminds you of how little you're wearing. ... Actually one of your tits is out, you realize, blushing even more and tugging the strap on that side back up and into place. Now that you're upright, you realize that he is indeed fairly smol (everywhere but between the legs)... not counting his ears, he just barely comes up to your shoulder.\n\n"So, uh..." You stall out a bit, not having really ever expected to figure out how to have a conversation with a cryptid that followed you home. So you just try, "You followed me home, huh?"\n\nFlopear nods cheerfully at that, ears bobbing back and forth with the movement.\n\n"Ah... y'know, it's not too cool to just go breaking and entering into someone's house in the middle of the night, bro, even if you are an urban legend," you scold him... gently because frankly he is pretty cute. (And... naked. Also you still don't necessarily want to provoke him.)\n\nHe blinks, then tilts his head again, looking genuinely confused. Either that was a little too complex and modern language for him, or he just doesn't have a concept of 'trespassing' to work with.\n\n"... Right. Fine," you say with a sigh, rubbing your face with both hands. Flopear immediately grins and raises his own hands to mimic the gesture, making you snort. "Yeah okay I get it, you're adorable even if you have boundary issues. So what, you just came over to hang out or what?"\n\nFlopear tilts his head the other way... then smiles brightly again. Right before he steps forward and leans up to kiss you.\n\n"Mmf?!" you squeak in surprise, not immediately reacting even as his slightly strange lips press to yours and you feel the very light flick of a broad tongue against you. His hands come up and slide up and down your sides affectionately, a sort of soft trill sounding low in his chest. Then his hands slide further down your sides, turning and slipping his fingertips into the waistband of your thong.\n\n<hr>\n[[Whoa whoa whoa!!!|GGUL]]\n\n[[Okay, so... guess we doin' this.|GGUL4x3]]

And so begins your life as a tagalong headmate to a farm dog.\n\nNo attempts to exert control, 'talk' to your own body, or anything else ever yield any results. You're purely along for the ride as your canine body operates on instinct and apparently imbued training, obediently helping herd cattle or sheep, sniff out and kill invasive pests, and of course operate as Rakell's occasional sex toy.\n\nOf course, she's not the only one you fuck... once or twice one of her Dogerian girls asks for a turn, and a few other farmhands (both male and female) urge you into their own clandestine rendevous, out in the woods or some far-flung field somewhere, jeans or work pants around their knees, moaning as you pound your thick canine cock into them. But your body operates on a dog's instinct as well, and has absolutely no problems mounting female dogs in heat, plunging yourself into their puffed up, heat-radiating canine cunts, knotting and turning ass-to-ass with them as you try to knock them up with puppies. In fact, apparently your body isn't terribly discriminating... anything that's even vaguely the right size and goes into heat is a target, and more than a few times you find yourself wrapping your forelimb around the fluffy wool-covered sides of a ewe and thrusting your puppy prick into her swollen black snatch.\n\nAs the years go on, gradually you stop bothering trying to exert any sort of control, and just accept your fate. From there it's a slow, gradual slide to thinking less and less. You stop bothering to mentally assert that your name is Cyan when you're called by 'Boy', and after that it's not too long before you forget what your name even was. People call you 'Boy' and your tail starts wagging and you hop up to rush over to them, your name must be 'Boy'. And from there, bit by bit, more thoughts slip away, replaced by simple acceptance of your body's movements and instincts.\n\nSomewhere in the barking, and herding, and fucking, gradually the human named Cyan fades away and disappears, replaced inside as well as out by the nameless black-furred farmdog everyone just calls 'Boy'.\n\n<b>Ag Sector 99</b> End - <i>Here boy!</i>

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

You groan some as you come to, feeling weight all over your body and something unpleasantly warm and squishy against your face. You try to push yourself up and yelp as you fling yourself roughly onto your back with a clamor of metal. Blinking, you look down at yourself... yup, you're wearing armor. In fact, you're wearing kinda-sorta familiar armor, one with a lot of layered parts along the shoulders and arms, but leaving your midriff bare except for some dangling, uneven chainmail descending from the (very curved) breastplate. Leather pants with iron plates over the lower halves, and a scalemail loincloth, check... that is an amazing, uh, recreation of your Elder Tale fighter's dex-based and rather fanservicey armor. Except that's not your six-pack abs showing beneath the (slightly cold) rings of chainmail... and yet, they flex when you try to get up.\n\nIt takes a few tries, since you're considerably taller and more powerful now, apparently... being stronger wouldn't be such a problem, you'd think, except that you keep using way too much force to do things. Once you're on your feet, you try to take a step and wind up almost launching into a run just from that. You lean against a mossy stone wall, just taking a few moments to get used to things, then finally take a look around. It... looks like Deviville. These are buildings you've seen almost every day for your whole life, but now most of them are abandoned and gutted, overgrown with moss and vines, windows cracked or gone completely. You bring your hand up to brush it through your hair, and feel your gloved fingers go through considerably more thick blue hair than you remember having, and bump over the slight rises on your ears.\n\n"I'm in Elder Tale," you murmur under your breath, half in awe and half in fear.\n\nCarefully walking down the street, you start spotting a handful of other people in fantasy MMO garb, many of them simply sitting and staring at their own bodies, some staggering about like you were earlier. You notice, though, that one is poking at the air in front of himself purposefully. Experimentally, you poke the air in front of you as well, and suddenly you've got an HUD in front of you, showing your image... well, it looks mostly like you, except for being a Half-Elf (er, Half-Alv) with different hair... and a bunch of other stuff like menu buttons. Spotting 'Log Off', you hit it without expecting much, and aren't surprised when a little 'No' symbol flashes by it. If that worked, the other guy would probably be gone by now.\n\n"Okay, I'm in Elder Tale," you say to yourself quietly again, settling down on a rock carefully. You try to go over what you know, damning yourself a bit for never paying closer attention to the lore. But maybe that's not what you need now anyway. Basics, basics. This character is your main, and you're level seventy... twenty under the cap. You're in what's called 'Devle', the in-game(?) version of Deviville, which is classified as a 'Rest Town' by game standards... it has an inn, some vendors, a Cathedral you can pray at so that you resurrect there instead of at the last city you visited (assuming that still happens), and a bank. It basically has just enough to let it function as a place to run quests out of without having all the amenities of one of the cities.\n\nYou frown as you continue thinking. Elder Tale uses something called the 'Half Gaia Project', you know that... basically the world is half as big as the real thing. While cities and towns and such are usually about the same size, there's roughly half as much empty space between them. Game characters still move much faster than in real life, obviously, which is why Arachne thought she could run from where the Fairy Gate dropped her to Devle in just minutes instead of hours or days, but that no longer seems to be true, judging by the (admittedly lengthened) speed of your own steps.\n\nThat makes you sit up straight. That's right, Arachne. If she got pulled into this too (and a quick check of your Friends List shows her online, so it seems likely), she's now in the middle of a zone where the enemies are aggressive and attack no matter what. Probably not much of an issue for her in the game... but in this situation, who knows what might happen? Besides, without a horse, it could go back to taking her hours or days to try and get here.\n\nYou chew your lower lip worriedly. On the other hand... you've suddenly been dumped into the world of an MMO, which seems very, very real. It's pretty likely you could actually die out there. Maybe it would be better to play it safe and stay put, focus on hunkering down and surviving.\n\n<hr>\n[[Save Arachne.|GGET1x2]]\n\n[[Protect yourself.|GGET5x1]]

Knowing that horses have a tendency to either unsummon or be difficult to get off of in combat, you try standing in the saddle and then leaping off. It's a move that wouldn't work in actual Elder Tale at all, but here you pull it off, flying through the air and hitting the ground in a low roll, coming up in a crouch between the surprised Arachne and the still-charging Dire Wolves.\n\nHoping you don't wind up dead <i>and</i> looking stupid, you unsheath your swords and jab them forward. "BLADE PIT!" Luckily, just as you expected, your arms move of their own accord, stabbing the air in front of you repeatedly with superhuman speed. Several of the wolves run headlong into the attack, all of them getting knocked back, several bloodlessly exploding into small showers of gold coins and other small items.\n\n"Cyanide!" Arachne gasps, whipping around to face you.\n\nNot responding, you instead quickly tap your second preset and sweep your hands together. The longswords glow and shimmer, replaced by a single massive warhammer that you swing downward hard. "BIG BADDA BOOM!" you call, the hammer's head glowing bright green and then bursting into shades of yellow and red as it impacts the ground, sending out shockwaves that knock back and dissipate yet more of the wolves.\n\nYour eyes widen as you see a wolf twice the size of the others leaping through the shockwave as if it wasn't even there. A leader-type! As its massive jaws are drawing closer to your head, there's a flicker of black through the air, and a whisper of "Assassinate." The boss wolf actually stops in midair, a look of surprise briefly washing over its face before it bursts into coins and potions.\n\n"Whew. Thanks," you say to Arachne, straightening up and resting your hammer on one shoulder.\n\n"I never even thought about just saying the attack names as I swung my weapon," Arachne replies, staring at one hand as she flexes it, the other holding her straight, black-bladed tanto. "When they first attacked I tried to use the menus, but it was so slow and awkward that I gave up and ran." Then she blinks, and runs up to you, flinging her arms around you and hugging tightly. "Cyanide! You came for me!"\n\n"Yeah, wasn't gonna leave you out here by yourself," you reply, setting the hammer down so you can wrap your arms around her and return the hug. "We're actually in Elder Tale, I can't believe it."\n\n"I know, right?" the black-haired girl huffs, drawing back, then cupping her large breasts and lifting them a bit. "I mean, can you believe these things? They're almost the size of my head! I barely even need a bra in real life."\n\n"I feel you," you answer dryly, knocking on your own well-curved breastplate with two knuckles. "This armor isn't that thick, you know, I can feel how big they are under it. I'm also about eighteen inches taller."\n\n"At least a foot here," Arachne agrees with a sigh. "Every time I thought about how different my body was I'd come close to tripping, the Dire Wolves almost got me a few times. Which at least usually made me stop thinking about it, then I could usually run okay." Making a thoughtful noise, you move around and start collecting up the coins and items dropped by the Dire Wolves, Arachne hurrying to do the same. "So what do we do now?" she asks. "I mean, how do we get out of here and back home?"\n\n"Don't know. The log out button doesn't work, that's for sure." Shaking your head as you tuck the items into your inventory, you rub the back of your neck. "For right now I think we should focus on where to go here, in the Land of Wen. We should probably head-"\n\n<hr>\n[[-back to Devle.|GGET1x4]]\n\n[[-on to Pladium, where the guild is.|GGET2x1]]

Arachne's been a good friend of yours for years now, beyond just Elder Tale... you can't just leave her out there by herself. Nodding to reaffirm your decision, you stand up, focusing on the motion and not letting yourself overcompensate or stumble. You can control this. You can do it. You can save your friend.\n\nActivating your menu screen, you select the first equipment preset. A pair of longswords appear in a little shimmer of light, one on each hip. You've got to admit, that's pretty cool. Taking a deep breath for focus, you take off running towards the edge of town, past little clumps of people who look up and stare at you as you go past, probably wondering if you've lost your mind even more than the rest of them have. Arriving at the zone gate, the decorative posts that signal you're about to leave the safe zone, you pull out your horse whistle and give it a blow. Sure enough, a moment later a horse comes running out of the treeline... well, sort of a horse. You can't help but wince at seeing it in the flesh. Elder Tale's horse models were never that great, with something about the way the neck was set and was way too long and some weirdness about the nose, and now seeing it in flesh and blood is pretty disturbing.\n\nOh well. Suppressing your sense of the uncanny valley, you swing astride the horse and gesture it in the direction of Arachne's indicator on your minimap, at least until the minimap disappears because you entered a combat zone. You've been riding for several minutes before you realize that you haven't had a single problem with how to control the horse or your own body, despite never having ridden before. Weird, but definitely useful.\n\nEventually you hear howls and shouts, and guide your horse towards them. Breaking through a treeline into a slightly open passage of the forest, you spot Arachne, her character now full flesh-and-blood. Her character's a "glass cannon" DPS rogue... built for maximum dexterity for the fastest hits and the most evasion. As such she's wearing one of the most dex-boosting (and fanservicey) armors in the game, a black one-piece that's mostly a high collar and a flap going down the front and between her legs, then coming back up over her rear and splitting into thin straps to connect back to the front. Supplemented with thigh-high boots and shoulder-high gloves, all of it in shiny black, goes well with her long black ponytail and its little spider-clasp. She'd probably look even better if she weren't being pursued by at least a dozen Dire Wolves, slavering and howling and right on her heels.\n\n<hr>\n[[Try to use the game HUD to fight.|GGET3x1]]\n\n[[Call your attacks, anime-style!|GGET1x3]]\n\n[[Just grab Arachne and run away!|GGETPlaceholder]]

"How come?" Arachne asks with a blink of surprise. "The guild and a bunch of other stuff is in Pladium."\n\n"You said it yourself, Pladium was going to be really crowded," you reply, pulling out your horse whistle and summoning the animal back. You grin as Arachne makes a version of the same face you made when you saw it the first time, then swing into the saddle. "Judging from the way the handful of people in Devle were reacting to this, things in the cities could get really bad really quick. I think we're better off staying away for now." You lean down a bit and offer your hand.\n\n"Eh? Two people can't ride the same mount," Arachne protests, blinking at your hand.\n\n"That was when it was a game. You can't jump into battle from horseback in the game, either."\n\nCeding the point with a nod, Arachne takes your hand and lets you pull her up into the saddle behind you. You shift a bit as you feel her breasts press against you... damn, those things <i>are</i> big. Setting the horse back towards Devle, you urge it to speed until you're out of the combat zone, then settle it into a gentler trot.\n\n"So what's like the game and what isn't, do you think?" Arachne muses, glancing around at the slightly less sinister-seeming forest falling by to the sides.\n\n"Well, there's obviously still magic... I could summon the horse and use way-above-human abilities. And monsters actually do turn into coins and items." You chew your lip thoughtfully, then glance over your shoulder at her. "I bet all the really basic rules are still in place, and some of the dynamics, they're just more... flexible... now that stuff's real."\n\n"A basic rule is that you can't fight in safe zones like cities," Arachne points out. "So shouldn't they be safe?"\n\n"Yeah, you can't pull out your weapon or spell and attack someone, or the enforcers will kill you. But I'm betting there's a lot of stuff you can do that doesn't count as combat," you add. "Like, say, some guy grabbing your arms while another helps himself to a feel of your boobs."\n\nArachne squeaks and hugs closer to you, as if trying to hide her breasts against your back. "Seriously?!"\n\n"We don't really know, that's why it's best to play it safe." You guide the horse back into the gates of Devle, then clamber off, not eager to actually get dropped on your ass if it disappears from being taken too far inside a town zone like it did in the game. Arachne follows along after you as you start down the street, some of the gathered other people staring at you as you go past. Apparently no one else has risked going out into the combat zone yet. "We'll lay low here in Devle for awhile, try to contact other people we know, keep an eye on how everything is going."\n\n"Alright." Arachne glances aside as the two of you walk past the inn. "Should we...?"\n\n"Yeah, but I wanna check something out first." You continue walking, and Arachne keeps following. Eventually walking through far more overgrown areas and buildings, you stop in front of one particular one. "Well. There it is."\n\nArachne blinks, staring at it for a moment, then giving a little 'oh!' "Your house? But how's it here?!"\n\n"It was here in the game, too. I guess the Half Gaia Project must use Google Maps and Street View to generate a lot of stuff. You couldn't actually go inside, though, there was an invisible wall over the door." You look for a long moment, then notice a new icon that reads 'Property' in the lower right of your HUD. Blinking, you tap it, then make an interested noise at the screen that pops up. "It's for sale."\n\n"Huh? You can buy it?" Arachne leans in, futilely trying to see your HUD.\n\n"Yeah, that must be a new feature of the expansion, or of... well, of this whatever-it-is. It's not just decoration, it's apparently purchasable player housing." You purse your lips lightly. "It's expensive, though. I mean, I could afford it, but-"\n\n"How much is it?" Arachne asks. When you tell her, her jaw drops. "You can afford that?! Other than what we got from those Dire Wolves, I was broke! I mean, broke for a level sixty-five character, anyway. Where'd you get all that?!"\n\n"Crafting, mostly." You grin at her. "I charge materials and a 'small' fee for my time. I also get on voice chat to thank them for letting me level my crafting skills. Guys love it."\n\n"You perv," the other girl snorts, grinning back at you.\n\n"Me the perv? Did you forget what you're wearing?"\n\nArachne glances down at herself, then blushes bright red, putting an arm across her breasts and a hand over her crotch as if she were naked. "Well I did until <i>now</i>."\n\n"Better learn to live with it, I've got a feeling that what we wear still affects our stats, and you can't afford to switch from an evasion build to armor now." Looking back at the screen, you consider. You can afford the house, it's true... but it would take up the vast majority of your funds. Is right after this weirdness really the best time to spend practically all of your money...?\n\n<hr>\n[[Buy your house.|GGETPlaceholder]]\n\n[[Save your money.|GGETPlaceholder]]

-Update 1-\n* <b>Main:</b> Lionman Jamie can [[grab the bags|QOLion1x1]] of the fleeing bank robbers.\n* <b>Main:</b> After accepting his help, Gwyn can now tell Marius he's [[looking for something different|Gwyn6x1]].\n-Update 2-\n* Lion-Jamie can now approach the car instead of walking off.\n* <b>Main:</b> After agreeing to help, Cyan can now [[accept combat training|GGSG1x1]] so she can accompany WP-Zed.\n* <b>Main:</b> Jamie can now order the [[Servabeam|QONile5x1]] with his Nile gift card.\n* <b>Main:</b> Jamie can use the Spinjob app to make his mother [[obedient|QONile3x3]].\n* <b>Main:</b> Jamie can now [[go with Leanna|QOSchool2x1]] when she adopts him.\n* <b>Main:</b> Jamie can choose the [[Dragonfruit Devil|QOHPT6x1]] Zoo Juice Soda.\n-Update 3-\n* <b>Main:</b> Layla can [[just put up with|MeanFarmStart]] Jasmine after being sent to the farm. Also, after choosing to brag on herself, several of the options are open.\n-Update 4-\n* More Layla stuff.\n* <b>Main:</b> The [[Trikeron scenario|RanDeb6x2]] has new observations of the invasion, and if you've turned him into a harem boi Ranma is now visible in the harem.

Yeah, you fucked up, and admittedly now you're pretty sullen about it. You'll log out for now and maybe tomorrow after you've had some sleep and maybe looked up some online guides or something, you'll decide whether to resume this save or start over. You'd kind of hate to lose your progress, but eh, if you play a guy again, you'll still get a free roll on the Ultra Gacha. You might get something just as good! Bringing up the menu (an annoyingly large amount of which is now greyed out), you start looking for the 'Log out' function.\n\n... Hm. Not on that menu.\n\nOr that one.\n\n....... Or that one.\n\n"Huh?" you mutter aloud as you start opening more and more menus in seperate windows to make sure you haven't missed it. No, not there, not there, or there, or- "Hey! Log out!" you call aloud, deciding to try that. "... Computer, log out! End program! Cease! Safeword!"\n\n"Oh I'm afraid there's no 'logging out' anymore."\n\nYour eyes widen and you whirl around, staring at the figure standing a handful of feet away. It's hard to see in the near-darkness of the burned-down torches, but after a second you're almost certain that it's Lilith, the woman from the electronics store that sold you your new rig in the first place. Although now she's wearing an incredibly tiny shiny black string bikini instead of a sharp suit, the top not quite large enough to cover her nipples, nor the bottom to cover her pussy, her clit actually poking out lightly over the top of it. She's actually more covered on the arms and legs with super tall boots and fingerless gloves. Not to mention that she now has pointed ears, horns that start behind them and curve to the front of her head, a pair of draconic-ish black wings, and a long spade-tipped tail.\n\nStill the same rather professional ducktail hairdo and half-rim glasses though.\n\n"You dived deep into the corruption right off the bat, dearheart, going right for the 'game' that would let you corrupt and devour poor innocent souls right from the start," she says breezily, resting her hands on her effectively bare hips. "This is your reality now. You signed a contract that would give us quite a bit of leeway over your soul, and you immediately corrupted it further and handed it completely to us. This world is not a game anymore, but your home."\n\n"W-... wha?!" you squeak, your knees going weak.\n\n"Now now, no collapsing," Lilith says breezily, striding forward and grabbing you by the crotch to lift you some, making you squeak considerably louder... not to mention getting hard. She smirks the very smallest amount, before she continues. "Now, we see a lot of potential for you. You were doing very well until you messed up. So if you're a good girl... well, boy," she says, giving your cock and balls a light squeeze, albeit firm enough to make you tremble just a little. "I'll make you another deal."\n\n"Another deal?" you reply dubiously. At least, as dubiously as you can with your head swimming, and with a demoness literally having you by the cock.\n\n"It's not as if we can take your soul twice, my darling, consider yourself fortunate that we're willing to give you anything at all to encourage you to cooperate and do your best. Now, you have a few options. First, I can get you another position in this world suited to your talents of deviousness... pretending to be an adventurer and luring adventurers into the dungeons of other Dungeon Lords," she says. "You'd lose being in control, but there are a number of other potential benefits I'm sure you'd enjoy." She gives your cock another light squeeze and slow rub, making you shiver. "Alternatively, I can oversee your initial growth into your full capabilities as a Dungeon Lord by acting as your assistant... by which I mean, while you would still be Dungeon Lord in technicality, I would in truth rule here," she adds, squeezing more firmly again, forcing you to let out a soft whimper as it treads the line between pleasure and pain. "I would still seek your input, so that you could learn, but only as I deem necessary. The rest of the time, you would effectively be my servant."\n\n"... You mean your slave," you whisper, biting your lower lip.\n\nHer red eyes glitter behind those secretary-like glasses. "Quite. Or, if you can't quite stomach either of those, I will allow for turning back time to the point where you chose this as your fate... 'Character Selection', as it were. You will, of course, still be here for the rest of eternity... or until you earn some manner of return to your realm of origin, at least... but you'll get a 'redo'. Without the benefit of prior knowledge, of course, I am not that kind. I suppose that you will just have to leave it to chance that you won't get yourself into the same fate as before again, hm?" \n\nShe gives you one more squeeze, this time more light and encouraging... you're fairly certain she's trying to convince you to choose letting her become your owner. "Well? What will it be, Cyan my dear?"\n\n<hr>\n[[Become bait.|GGDBM1x1]]\n\n[[Let Lilith "assist" you.|GGMDLS]]\n\n[[Start over.|GGDunMaleLogout1x2]]

This is... definitely a lot to take in, but considering all the evidence, you can't exactly deny it. And right now, forgetting (for at least a while) that you sold your soul for a computer and wound up isekai'ing yourself to another world to collect souls for Hell sounds, uh, nice? "I'll... I'll try again," you murmur. "From the start."\n\n"Very well then. Do try to avoid making the <i>exact</i> same mistakes this time, no?" Lilith says, before raising her other hand and snapping her fingers.\n\nThere's a flash of light from her fingers, one that just keeps spreading out until it envelops and washes away everything, including her. Including yourself, too, as you find your thoughts turning hazy and indistinct.\n\nSuddenly, you're back in the loading area of the VR sim, in your own body, or the virtual(?) recreation of it, wearing the tight suit. Instantly you try to force yourself to look around for a logout button, hoping it's not too late, but your eyes have already locked on to the entry that says Dungeonlord Deluxe. All the memories of everything that happened bleed away, and you find yourself smiling.\n\nDungeonlord Deluxe... that sounds interesting...\n\n<hr>\n[[Continue.|GGDungeon1x1]]

Oho, what's this? You'd forgotten you'd downloaded that, one of the rarer things to find in legit-made porn... crossdressing male on female. You never got around to watching it, might as well now. Fixing your gaze on the title, you wait for it to autoselect-\n\nAnd suddenly find yourself standing in what looks like some sort of dorm room. You glance around quickly... wow, this is really realistic VR, it's so immersive you can't even feel the helmet on your head anymore. Looking down at yourself reveals that you're wearing a sort of stereotypical Japanese schoolgirl uniform, albeit one that's probably a bit more suited for porn, with a bare midriff and somewhat shorter skirt to go with the thigh-highs and saddle shoes. You look over at the sound of a door opening, to see what looks a lot like a cute girl with pink hair done in a long braid, wearing a pink variation of the same seifuku you are. Wait a second, that... well, it's a real person so it must be just a really good cosplay. Maybe a girl cosplayer dressed up as a male dressed up as a female, you've heard that's a thi-\n\n<img src="images/qFPvhwQ.jpg">\n\n"Hey, Cyan-senpai!" 'Astolfo' chirps, surprising you. Your name got incorporated somehow?! He(?) comes to a stop in front of you, tucking his hands behind his back and leaning forward, grinning impishly. "I'm glad you made it! Like I told you, I'll show you my secret... you promise to keep it to yourself, right?"\n\n"Um, yeah?" you answer, without really thinking about it. Secret? Wait, if you follow the logic of the setup, that must mean-\n\nGiggling, the cosplayer(???) lifts up the front of the pink skirt and leans back some... and pretty quickly eliminates all doubt. Your eyes widen at the sight of the very <i>large</i> bulge in the front of those pink and white striped panties. That... wait, no, that has to be a girl 'stuffing', right? Except a moment later, the pink-haired person hooks a thumb into the front of the panties and pushes them down enough for the very thick, very long, very flesh and blood shaft to come spilling free. "Just to show I'm not teasing with a fake," he adds with a giggle, shaking his hips back and forth to make the mostly-limp thing shimmy.\n\n"That is... a very big secret," you croak out, still staring. Holy shit, he's hung like a horse! And yet, it's still so... pretty...\n\nYou're not entirely sure whether you're being forced by some outer pressure of being in a porno, or if it's just your reaction to the biggest, best-looking cock you've ever seen (certainly 'in person'), but you find yourself sinking to your knees and reaching out, resting a hand on his panty-clad hips and starting to stroke him with the other, feeling your own panties starting to stick to your pussy as he gives the sweetest little 'anh~!' and shivers all over. "C-Cyan-senpai!"\n\n"I... am definitely going to keep this secret all to myself," you murmur right before leaning forward and wrapping your lips around the head of it, suckling as you feel it firming up in your hand. You moan softly, both at Astolfo's cute girly squeaks and gasps, and at the feel of it getting all firm and throbbing in your hand as you start bobbing your head lightly. You slip your hand down from his hip, instead lifting the front of your own pleated skirt and sliding it down the front of your panties, stroking at your moist lips and rubbing your clit gently as you indulge yourself sucking the cute cosplayer(fuckit)'s prick.\n\n"Senpai, you're so lewd~," Astolfo giggles, biting one of his knuckles as he grins down at you, the other hand resting lightly on your head.\n\n'Wonder if I could get him to call me "Master" too?' you think, actually smirking a little around his thick shaft as you gulp more and more of it down. This is... very realistic VR, not only can you taste the salty, almost sweet skin of his dick, but there's the feel of it on your tongue, throbbing hot between your lips, nudging the back of your throat.\n\nSoon the two of you have moved to one of the beds, with you straddling Astolfo's head and leaned forward to resume toying with his cock, stroking it with both hands and bobbing your head over the rest. Astolfo, for his part, has pulled aside the soaked crotch of your white cotton panties and is applying that adorable girly tongue of his to your pussy, flicking it and stroking it with oral agility you doubt he's gotten entirely from practicing on girls. You wiggle your pantied ass over him, giving your own muffled squeal as he gives your ass a light slap. Still, it makes you all the more eager once you turn around and move to face the same direction as him, reaching back to help nudge him into place at your dripping pussy. You hesitate, and take a moment to pull off your seifuku top and bra, tossing them aside to leave your breasts free, Astolfo cooing and reaching up to knead them lightly. You moan lowly, nudging his dick back into place. 'It's VR, so something that huge won't hurt, right?' \n\nThe answer certainly seems to be 'yes', since when you push back on him you wind up overestimating a little and pushing ALL the way back, his cock stretching your pussy seemingly taut all around him even as you sheath him utterly. Your eyes roll and your body shudders as you cum, hard, your stretched cunt squeezing all around that huge trap-cock as Astolfo giggles femininely and pinches your nipples. 'Hhhhaaaaa shiiiiit!' you think, unable to make any vocalizations other than gurgling, slutty moans as you begin slamming your sodden pussy down on Astolfa's body, your pantied ass impacting his slender thighs just above his own thigh-highs. Astolfo reaches down and grabs your hips, if anything urging you on in your wanton riding.\n\n"Yeah, that's right, cute senpai, you like my dick, huh~?" he teases in that sweet, squeaky voice, following it up with a giggle that has you cumming again all over his throbbing cock.\n\nYou've orgasmed at least five times by the time Astolfo lets out his own long, feminine moan and lifts you up, his cock slipping out of you before you reflexively thump back down, that thick, pussyjuice-soaked prick jutting up between the cleft of your buttocks and shuddering as it spatters his load all over your back and your skirt, plenty of it winding up on your somewhat jutted-out ass too.\n\n"Ah... senpai, I'm so glad I shared my secret with you," he coos. Then he gives a little 'ah!' as the door starts to open again. "Oh no~, it's my roommate! I forgot~!" he wails in a totally and obviously insincere declaration of regret.\n\nJust as the door is about to reveal the new arrival, leaving you veritably shivering with anticipation of where this could go, everything freezes and a popup window appears in front of you.\n\n<i>This is a standard break reminder. You should take a break from the virtual world occasionally! But if you don't, that's your business!\n( Take a break. ) | ( Continue indefinitely. )</i>\n\n<hr>\n[[Better take a break.|GGPorn]]\n\n[[Continue, dammit, continue!|GGPorn]]

"Look, don't worry about it," you assure her. "You guys have all been more than decent to me, I have no complaints."\n\nShe nods slowly, and you sense that in part she's relieved. "Very well. In any event, we shall do our best to support each other against any discrimination we face in the future. And hopefully show that we are at least as trustworthy as any other band seeking a reward for their endeavors."\n\nEventually you settle back and go to sleep, Amana turning her gaze watchfully towards the woods.\n\nThe day starts with a breakfast by Bane that already has you looking forward to dinner, and the lot of you set out. "So how much farther to Kloffeld, anyway?"\n\n"Still a good few days, at least," Amana answers. "Its remoteness is both one of its drawbacks and one of the attractive aspects for its residents, and also why it could be any number of things giving them problems." \n\n"And before that, we'll pass through Rickity," Bane adds, chuckling. "It should be quite the new experience for you, my girl."\n\n"Oh? How come?" you ask.\n\n"Well, I doubt you've ever been to an adventurer shanty town before. Rickity has but a few permanent structures, and most of those are in such a constant state of being half-destroyed and hastily repaired again that it's hard to call them truly permanent. Most of the rest of it is tents, stalls, and wagons. Adventurers come through, merchant caravans pause and trade for awhile, sometimes people stay for an hour or they stay for years, but eventually just about everyone moves on again. It will be a wild place, so best to stick with one of us." \n\nThat night, as usual, Bane cooks an absolutely delicious if simple dinner, and then everyone but him retires to their tents. "So you're my company tonight, huh?" you say with a grin.\n\n"I do hope I shan't bore you to tears," he offers with a bow and a grin, before getting out his skillet again.\n\n"Er, are you going to cook?"\n\n"I thought I'd start preparations for dinner, yes," he answers breezily. "Since I'm going to be up for it."\n\n"Oh, right. I guess what we just had was 'supper', huh?" you say in an amused tone.\n\n"Correct," he answers breezily. "Care to join me, my dear?"\n\n<hr>\n[[Sure.|GGCentaur4x2]]\n\n[[Pass.|GGCentaur]]

Shandor made his way through the hallways of the house, peering back and forth. So many ways the little bastards might have run afoul of the house's innumerable curses and hazards, some of them that left absolutely no trace. He always hated that... he liked to know how his victims had met their end, not leave it entirely up to his imagination.\n\nHe pushed open the door of the art gallery, and smiled as he immediately realized that several of the previously empty stands had occupants. "Good, good," he chirped, like a little old man examining his fresh-bloomed garden as he meandered down the path to take a look at his new acquisitions.\n\nFour new marble statues, two male, two female, just like the group he'd sent in... well, it wasn't always so neat and tidy, was it? The furthest male had become a satyr, all shaggy goat legs and massive, slightly inhuman cock, with an angular goateed face that would leer eternally at the full-breasted, round-hipped nymph across from him, grape vines threaded through her thick hair and stone breasts displayed in mid-jiggle to go along with her playful half-twirl. The other male was on the other end of the scale from the satyr, having become almost a nymph himself, all girlish curves and round, fuckable ass, coltish legs arched to show it off. Across from him, a veritable fertility goddess, the marble thatch between her legs thick and detailed, but not hiding her fat, obviously fertile (were it flesh and blood rather than rock) pussy, her obviously overfull marble udders proffered with both hands while a motherly smile curled her stone lips. There was only a single pair of panties left laying on the floor, which he picked up and tucked into a pocket... no doubt some other dweller of the mansion had made off with the rest and simply dropped those.\n\n"Well well well, how nice. Satyrs, sissies, and nature goddesses," he announced with a sneering chuckle, flicking a fingernail against the nymph-boy's smooth marble sack. Wandering to the side, he experimentally slid two fingers between the massive-breasted statue's legs, and into the smooth tunnel between them. "And fuckable, too. Positioning might take some work, but how nice. Maybe I'll give you a try myself... or just let some other batch of idiots figure it out and use you as a pretty marble cumdump before they wind up on stands of their own."\n\nDismissing any thoughts of immediate lust, Shandor turned and shuffled off back down the carpet, raising his voice a little. "Not that any such thing is guaranteed to happen," he declared, even though he knew he was effectively talking to himself. "There's a lot to do in this house, after all! A lot to do. No guarantee anyone will ever see you again for a long, long time."\n\nWith that, flicked off the light switch, once more plunging the gallery into darkness.\n\n<b>Haunted House Night</b> end - <i>Satyrs, sissies, and nature goddesses</i>

You log on to DeviList, actually having to input your info since the damn thing never retains cookies. Three years they've had that site bug... oh well, local business internet, whatcha gonna do? But anyway, after a moment it finally brings you to your login page. The site tries vaguely to make itself look like newspaper ads, but not a lot of work has been put into it.\n\n<span style="font-family:Times;font-size:14px;font-style:normal;font-weight:bold;text-decoration:none;text-transform:none;font-variant:small-caps;color:000000;"><center>Welcome to DeviList!\nYour one-stop site for everything Deviville has to offer!</center>\n\nWhat can Deviville offer you today?\n\n[[For Sale|GGDL1x1]]: Shop direct from Devivillains that have a lot to offer! Or put up your own ad!\n\n[[Want Ads|GGDL4x1]]: Employment offers in the Deviville area!\n\n[[Activities|GGDL3x1]]: Find local social meetings and entertainment opportunities for a wide range of ages!</span>\n

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Well, you're sure the principal will understand if you explain that you were trying to keep a donor happy... and you strongly suspect Mr. Matsuhira dislikes you already, so maybe it would be prudent to have another donor on your side. You write to the other two politely explaining that you were already contacted by someone else first (which is a small fib, but only a very small one, as Ms. Kinomoto's email came literally minutes after Mr. Matsuhira's), and expressing your apologies, adding to the principal that the other person who contacted you is one of the school's donors so he hopes you'll understand your desire to please her. You then write back to accept Ms. Kinomoto's invitation, and settle back in for the rest of your flight.\n\nEventually the plane lands and, rather tired and with the sort of soreness that comes from sitting in largely the same position for nearly twenty-four hours straight, you make your way outside. You're a little surprised to find a full stretch limo waiting, with your name in English on a card in the hands of a very attractive female chauffeur in a rather short skirt. Still, it's a bit of a relief to settle into the plush leather seat of the back of the limo... it may be sitting again, but it's sitting on a considerably comfier seat in an environment with much better climate control and pleasant, relaxing music playing rather than people coughing and babies crying. The limo eventually pulls up to a very modern style mansion with a high wall around it, and you're shown inside to a retro-classical Japanese room, meaning that while most of the style is old, a number of concessions to comfort (like chairs around the table) have been made.\n\nYou almost gawk when you get your first glimpse of Katsuko Kinomoto. She's an attractive woman maybe only a few years older than you, at least in appearance, with black hair bound up simply and fixed with a pair of decorative hairpins that trail strings of what look like real gemstones, and wearing a brightly-colored kimono... which is draped off of her shoulders and leaves a truly generous amount of her huge breasts visible. They're bigger than her head! By a good margin! She's also wearing dark but vibrant makeup, giving her a mildly geisha-like appearance without going for the full traditional white face and elaborate designs. \n\n"Ah, Ms. Patissier, so glad you decided to join me," she says in a low, smooth voice, gesturing at a chair across from her with the long-stemmed cigarette holder held between two fingers. As you take a seat, another gorgeous young woman in a rather skimpy maid outfit prances in and sets down a teaset, the centerpiece of which is a teapot with two spout, one on each side, glazed color swirling across it and mingling here and there, separating at each spout so that one is red and the other blue. "How was your flight?"\n\n"It was fine, thank you," you reply, shifting to Japanese since you want to show off a little. Her dark eyes twinkle a little at that, but she apparently isn't bothered since she switches as well.\n\n"I'm glad to hear that. I am sorry for wanting to see you so soon, when I'm sure you must be quite exhausted, but the offer I have for you is both urgent and, I think, quite attractive." She leans forward to pick up one of the handleless teacups from the tray and set it in front of you, flashing just a glimpse of nipple at you. "You see, rather than simply teaching at Fakkushiri, I want you to take over as Principal."\n\n"... Me?" It may be a bit cliche, but you point at yourself as you say it, as if just to confirm she were really talking about you.\n\n"Indeed. I've been disappointed by the path the school's been on for some time, and with your arrival, I think there's a real chance to put it on a new and better one."\n\n"I thought Fakkushiri was doing rather well?" you answer, trying your best not to sound as if you're arguing with her. "Test scores are high, student population is steady, there have been no scandals, it has research programs and college-level students..."\n\n"Yes, all of that's true," Katsuko says with a heavy sigh, almost as if disappointed. "On paper, and to many minds, Fakkushiri High School is the ideal Japanese school. But that's just the problem... it's become dull and lifeless. Test scores are high because students have such restrictions placed on their behavior that they have little else to do but study. Student population is steady because only students with the rigid requirements are allowed in. There are no scandals because no one thinks or has any real interests. The research programs are all safe, dull projects chosen for their unlikelihood to rock the boat, as are the special admissions students. The school churns out nothing but dull little cogs for the sarariman machine, and I'm tired of it. I want a generation of Japanese to grow up as exciting individuals, not a monotone collective."\n\nYou nod slowly. You can certainly see her point, you suppose... a society without diversity of thought or interests is sure to decline over time. "But what about the current principal, or the teachers and parents? And what exactly would you expect of me?"\n\n"I've already made plans for the current principal... oh, no need to worry, it's simply an early retirement package he will find irresistable, he'll be in Hawaii by the end of the week. The teachers and parents might put up a fuss, but I have ways to insulate you from that, assuming you can't find a way to get them on your side on your own. And as for what's expected of you..." She smiles. "Why, I want you to do whatever you want... as long as you practice at least a modicum of discretion, of course, until you can get yourself truly established. As long as it's not <i>boring</i>. My influence can grant you broad powers... more than you likely realize... to affect the students and teachers. As long as you're staying within the limits of what I think you're currently capable of, you'll have no need to worry about money... either for the school or for your personal life. You may shape the school to your whims, whatever those may be. So, will you accept...?"\n\nYou can't help but be wary... you're getting a very "temptation by the devil" vibe off of this meeting. You definitely think her offer of control... and power... probably comes with some other caveat she hasn't revealed yet, and probably won't until you're in too deep to back out. On the other hand, running your own school... however you want, without the bureaucrats controlling it... isn't that what you've always sort of dreamed of? Besides, you get the feeling this isn't the sort of person you just turn down with impunity. Nor can you necessarily just <i>accept</i> without her expecting something in return. Hooboy, what to do?\n\n<hr>\n[[Accept.|HelenJP1x2]]\n\n[[Refuse.|HelenJP]]

You furiously wrack your brain, trying to think of anything you might have heard about the superhero shenanigans going on in Palladium City but written off as just ridiculous rumors. You think you might have actually heard of these two, and from what you can remember about Little Joke, she absolutely adores Dark Comedy... but she's also pretty unstable, jealous as hell, and prone to acting out. It's a terrible risk to try and manipulate someone like that, but you find you can't just sit tight and hope someone will come along and save you... you've got to <i>do</i> something.\n\n"Oh, um... I dunno if I should say, it's about... no, nevermind," you finish with a murmur, glancing purposefully away.\n\nLittle Joke blinks, then gives a little hop over to stand in front of you and the shocked-looking Molly. "Hey! C'mon, tell, tell, what gives?!" she yips, leaning down close.\n\n"It's just that... I don't know, I thought you and that Dark Comedy guy were like... a couple or something?" you say quietly.\n\n"Yeah, we are! My puddinpop is th' only one for me!" she responds dreamily, sighing dramatically and putting a hand to her painted cheek.\n\n"Oh. Um..." You lower your voice to a whisper, prompting her to lean in close. "Should he really be looking at the girl hostages like that, then?"\n\nLittle Joke blinks her black-painted eyes, then yanks her head up. By pure coincidence, at that very moment Dark Comedy is leering at a terrified-looking female hostage, giggling to himself at her fear. A look of pure fury crosses Little Joke's face, and she yanks herself back up into a standing position, leveling her hand cannon at her partner. "Ya bastard!"\n\n"Eh?" Dark Comedy looks up at her, then sighs heavily. "Oh brother, not again."\n\nThe sound of the massive handgun going off thunders through the entire observation deck. The huge bullets that don't tear into Dark Comedy strike the window behind him, spiderwebbing it until his body slams against the pane. The next two impacts of bullets into his chest shatter the safety glass completely and send him tumbling down and out of sight.\n\n"Hmph! That'll show 'im!" Little Joke huffs. Then she beams at you. "I like ya, kiddo, ya watched out for me! I think we're gonna be great pals!" With that she grabs you and slings you over her shoulder, both you and Molly giving yelps of surprise before Little Joke leaps right out of the broken window.\n\nWell, <i>that</i> backfired.\n\n<hr>\n[[Continue.|FemPalladium8x2]]

You're actually too shocked to scream at first when you begin plummeting down the side of the building, still held to the latex-clad villainess' shoulder. Then everything lurches and you go swinging in an arc instead, watching the city sway crazily by underneath you. That's when you decide that you'd rather enjoy passing out.\n\nYou come to an unknown amount of time later to the feeling of a hand repeatedly patting your cheek. You open your eyes to the sight of Little Joke drawing her hand back, apparently having already given you the cute little slaps and then preparing for the big silly one to follow. "Whoa, hey!"\n\n"Awww." Pouting just a bit, the painted-up woman drops her hand. "Ya ruined it."\n\nHuffing, you glance around. You seem to be in some sort of warehouse, laying on the floor. The very cold concrete floor. It's very cold because apparently, you've been relieved of your clothes. You scramble back a little and look at your kidnapper, cheeks aflame.\n\n"Hey, hey, don't gimme that look, I wouldn't do nothin' to anotha goil!" she protests, putting her fists to her hips. Then she pauses, and adds, "'Leastaways while she was unconscious." Then she grins brightly. "But now ya's awake an' we can get started!"\n\n"Uh, get started with...?" Your brain suggests an answer to that, and you're not sure whether to be extremely disturbed or maybe just a tiny bit turned-on.\n\n"I'm fed up with puddin'pop!" Little Joke huffs, stomping a foot and making the bells on her boots jingle. "Always gettin' involved with otha goils, or ignorin' my needs, or insultin' my jokes! Oh, an' th' shootin' me in th' face occasionally, don't much like that either," she adds, apparently as an afterthought. Then she brightens again. "But yer alright, doll! That's why yer gonna be m'new partner!"\n\n"Uh... I don't think-" you start.\n\n"Oh, I know, I know, yer just a normal gal, ain't much t'go up against some of the costumed goody-two-shoes dat's all ovah d'place dese days! That's why I got these! Tada~!" she chirps, bringing her gloved hands together and then twisting them, fanning out a set of syringes filled with glowing, very colorful fluid. You have to admit that's a pretty good magic trick, since her sleeves are so tight you're surprised she can move her arms in them, let alone hide anything there. "Puddin'pop an' I stole 'em from a lab awhiles back! He was gonna mess aroun' with 'em ta make somethin' ta dump in th' water supply, but got bored when he jus' kep' makin' superpowered mooks. Sure was a lotta concrete ta pour," she adds with a mournful sigh, briefly hanging her head, even her ponytails drooping.\n\nOf course she almost instantly perks back up again, ponytails giving a little bob. "Anywayses, I figure ya take one of these, an' there'll be no stoppin' th' two of us! Bad girls, takin' on th' town, paintin' it any color y'please!" She pauses, and glances down at the syringes. "Ain't too sure what any of these do in particular, so I guess ya just pick whatever color y'please, come ta think of it."\n\nYou stare at her. Somehow you don't think explaining that you have no interest in being a supervillain would mean she'd just let you walk on out of here... the thought that you wouldn't want to be her new partner in crime apparently just doesn't compute. So what do you do? Run away? Try to fight her off? Just pick one of the syringes and hope you survive whatever it does to you? After all, if it <i>does</i> give you superpowers, you could just fight Little Joke off and run away, then get some good mad scientist (they make those, right?) to cure you.\n\n<hr>\n[[Fight.|FemPalplaceholder]]\n\n[[Flee.|FemPalplaceholder]]\n\n[[Glowing green syringe.|FemPalplaceholder]]\n\n[[Glowing purple syringe.|FemPalplaceholder]]\n\n[[Glowing... grey? syringe.|FemPalplaceholder]]

"Sure, let's take a look around upstairs," you agree to Jack's suggestion, changing the angle of your walk to take you towards one of the staircases. "If we don't find anything interesting up there, we'll go look somewhere else like the basement or whatever after."\n\nThat seems to have appeased them both, so there are no complaints as the three of you head upstairs... though the way your footfalls echo from the marble staircase seem kind of weird and amplified, all of you are just wearing sneakers after all. It's almost like there's another group of people walking up them after you. 'This place <i>is</i> pretty damn spoopy,' you think to yourself as you arrive at the top of the stairs and see the wide, tall hallway stretching off into the distance and the darkness, making it seem to go on for miles. 'Can't really blame Les for wanting to stick to where it's safer and less creepy.'\n\nStill, you've got two boys with you... so clearly you have to show them up by being braver than either. Striding ahead, you try one of the first doors you come to. Locked. Kev and Jack do the same as the three of you wander along, but the only unlocked door you find out of the first five or so is a bathroom, and other than the facilities being rather antique there's not much worth more than a glance in there. (Or at least, you're not going to rummage under the sink to see if someone left some ancient Playboys laying around.) Finally, though, you find an open door that leads into... looks like a bedroom. Considering the huge bed in the middle, damn, the bed's almost the size of your entire bedroom at home, a four-poster with a canopy. Though the drapes are long since gone, the bed itself seems to be in good shape... sort of dusty-looking but that's only to be expected. The bedroom itself is more like the size of your living room, mildly cavernous in the dark and lit only by your hand lanterns and the moonlight pouring in through the window. There's some antique furniture, a dresser and a little table, but otherwise it's pretty empty, helping along that feeling of it having transformed partly into some dark, creepy cave while only carrying the vestiges of something manmade.\n\n"Gotta say this is pretty cool," Jack mutters as the three of you make your way inside. "I mean it's just a bedroom, but it's got that seriously dark feel, y'know?"\n\n"Literally," Kev murmurs, flipping the light switch by the door without effect a few times, though he seems to agree by the way he's staring around.\n\n"Everybody who's slept in that bed is totally dead now," you agree, keeping your voice solemn despite your grin.\n\n"Heh. Hey, speaking of which, Cy," Jack says, turning back to you. "Wanna strip down first, or during?"\n\n"Hm?" You blink a little at the sudden switch of topic, your brain not quite jumping right to what he means.\n\n"I mean, you brought us upstairs and found a bedroom because you wanna fool around, right?"\n\n<hr>\n[[Uh, no.|GGHH]]\n\n[[Um, <i>yeah</i>.|GGHH]]

Despite her usually devil-may-care attitude, Leslie seems pretty spooked by the house. Maybe it would be better to let her sit out any exploring. "Tell you what, Leslie, why don't you stay and watch our stuff, and me and the guys will go take a look around to see what we can find? If we find something cool we'll give you a call."\n\nLeslie nods, fishing out her phone, then frowning at it. "Actually, do you have any bars?"\n\nYou check your own, the boys doing the same. "Huh. Must be in a dead zone, we are kind of far to the edge of town."\n\nShe makes a face. "Could you <i>not</i> call it that?"\n\n"Heh, sorry."\n\n"Well, we'll come back and get you if we find something you'd wanna see, then," Jack says placidly, grinning as he snags one of the lanterns. "Don't worry, you've got plenty of light, the monsters won't get you."\n\nLeslie pokes her tongue out at him as she plops down to sit on the cooler. "If they do I'll just give them all your beer and tell them you've got more meat on your bones."\n\nJack snickers at that, before he, you, and Kev turn to make your way towards one of the nearby halls. \n\n"So where should we go, y'think?" Kev asks excitedly. "The basement? The observatory, I think they have one, oooo or we could go check out those super spooky woods out back, the ones with the werewolf in the movie, that was-"\n\n"Dude, calm down," Jack cuts in. "We should just go upstairs and wander around or something, y'know? We'll find something cool that way."\n\nAs the third vote, you figure you could probably steer them towards any of those options. You don't exactly have any better ones yourself, so...\n\n<hr>\n[[Basement.|GGHH]]\n\n[[Observatory.|GGHH]]\n\n[[Woods.|GGHH]]\n\n[[Upstairs.|GGHH30x2]]

"I think I'll pass," you say after a few moments, shaking your head. "I mean, maybe tomorrow or later this week or something? It's just sort of like... I dunno, admitting defeat or something if I have to start taking <i>measures</i> or whatever."\n\n"Yeah, I getcha." Leslie nods. She's a super competitive little thing, so obviously understands the desire not to give in, even if it's just to vague feelings of disquiet. "You can come over again tomorrow, though. Make sure to tell me about any more wild dreams you have, that's the most interesting thing I've heard in awhile," she chirps happily.\n\nYou consider telling her to make sure and keep it to herself, but she's pretty much your best friend despite how different the two of you are. You know better than to think you have to. Instead the two of you spend a few easygoing hours in each other's company, watching a few cartoons and playing some racing games on her console, before you eventually head home and spend the rest of the evening uneventfully, messing about online, having dinner, and eventually going to bed once your eyes start to itch, barely even thinking about last night's odd dream and potential sleepwalking.\n\nYour room is once again lit only by moonlight as you awake and sit up like some vampire in an old movie before swinging your legs around and standing. This time the first thing you do is push your pants down and kick them away before pulling your shirt off and tossing it behind you onto the bed. Naked, you turn and walk out of your room and through your darkened home, hands mostly still at your sides as you descend the stairs and walk through the living room, through the entryway, pausing to unlock and open the front door before striding through it, leaving it open behind you.\n\nYou immediately step out into a fog-wrapped world again, barely able to see the vague outline of the houses on even the closest side of the street, but enough to see that they're all completely dark. Not a single lamp lights your way as you walk nude through the streets, nothing lit in the world except that still full, bright, silvery moon up above. You walk mechanically, the feel of smooth or rough pavement cold under your feet as you make your way towards some unknown destination. Eventually it's grass under your feet again... you think, it's a bit long and thin, you could be on some weed-overgrown vacant lot for all you know.\n\nYou're already going down on hands and knees this time as Svarog walks out of the mist and past you, circling around to mount up. His cock slides back into your pussy as if it belonged there, the big dock starting to fuck you fast, hard, and silently again, save for the wet lewdness of his prick pumping your pussy. You cum almost instantly this time, as if your body had been primed and waiting for him since you knew what was coming this time. Wetness runs down your thighs, silently dribbling down onto the dew-damp ground, the faint sound of grass and weeds rustling from the motions of your arms and legs as Svarog's fucking rocks your body.\n\nThis time, you can feel eyes on you. You don't know how you know, other than that in the way of dreams, you just <i>know</i> someone is there, watching your naked body move beneath the massive dog's. So you know they're watching as Svarog slowly, deliberately draws back until his cock slips out of your pussy, leaving it dripping and gaping, and repositions himself to drive into your ass instead. Yet again you can't so much as twitch or moan as your virgin asshole has over a foot of slick, red canine cock shoved up it, making you climax again as his knot presses between your buttocks and up against your violated pucker. \n\nThis session seems to last for hours... maybe days... as Svarog fucks away at your holes, switching between ass and pussy as smoothly as any human lover could. It's only once he's driven you to more orgasms than you could possibly count that he finally shoves forward, forcing that massive knot into your asshole, making you climax so hard you can barely feel the sudden rain of thick, hot wetness on your face as that unknown watcher paints your face, and can barely hear as Svarog again booms, "You are a bitch."\n\n<hr>\n[[Wake up.|GGDog5x2]]

"That'd put my mind at ease," you allow, accepting the camera and turning it back and forth in your fingers as you eye it. "I mean, even if I am sleepwalking, honestly at this point it'd be a relief just to know that I'm not really being fucked by some talking demon dog."\n\n"Sounds like the sort of thing you'd know if wasn't a dream, to me," Leslie replies, quirking her brows.\n\n"Yeah, especially after being fucked up the-" You cut yourself off, face turning red.\n\nBut Leslie grins broadly. "Ass? He fucked you up the ass? Tres dirty, Cyan. You gotta give me the details."\n\nYou sigh, breaking down and giving her a rundown of the dream and how it was different from the last time, including Svarog availing himself freely of both holes and the mysterious voyeur cumming all over your face at the end. Leslie looks so fascinated that you're fairly certain that if the two of you manage to stop these dreams from reoccurring, she's going to be disappointed. But once you've embarrassed yourself, the two of you head to her room to find the right length of chain, and watch some of Leslie's first attempts at bike-stunt footage. Then you head home to wile away the day, all your thoughts on the following morning when you'll check the footage... because you're not sure you want to think about what will happen between now and then.\n\nYou're not even surprised, not even in a disconnected, fuzzy dream state way when you again open your eyes and sit up in your moonlit room. Once again swinging out of bed, you stand and drop your pants, then pull your t-shirt up and off, the GoPro bumping against your face and then dropping to your bare chest once it's past the collar of the shirt. You start to reach a hand up for it, then stop and, as if obeying some unspoken command, drop your hand back to your side before turning and making your way out of your room. However, as you once again march nude through the hall and down the stairs, your vision begins to go fuzzy, as if the fog from outside had already gotten inside.\n\nYou blink awake, curled on your side, not feeling particularly sweaty or shocked. You roll onto your back slowly and then sit up, before glancing at the window. Morning. Huh. The dream just sort of... sputtered and died, didn't it? Almost exactly like a real dream. You're still dressed from last night, everything in place, no wet spot. Maybe whatever it is that's been causing you to have these dreams has passed?\n\nYou turn your head as you hear car doors closing, and then engines starting before pulling away. Looks like your parents are already off to work. You slip out of bed and stand, the motion making a thump against your chest. Remembering the camera, you reach up and unclip it, holding it up to look at. With this morning's uneventful awakening, you're almost tempted to just forget about whatever it might have recorded... probably just hours of ceiling, sheets, and wall, after all. Still, you did wear it specifically to put your mind at ease one way or the other. Wonder if there's anything embarrassing on there, though...?\n\n<hr>\n[[Watch it by yourself.|GGDogPlaceholder]]\n\n[[Take it to Leslie's.|GGDog5x4]]

You almost fall out of bed this time as you awake with a yelp, already halfway down but managing to catch yourself on your hands. You give yourself a shove to get back up into bed, huffing to catch your breath.\n\n"Cyan!" Your mother's voice from downstairs. "Are you alright up there?!"\n\n"Yeah!" you call back reflexively, glancing down and patting at yourself. You're sweaty again, and there's an even larger damp spot between your legs, but you're wearing your sleeping clothes again. You let out a sigh of relief and lean back on your hands. At least you're just a dream-time pervert, not a sleepwalking one.\n\nOnce you've showered (and gotten off twice while doing so, unable to keep the thought of the dream out of your head the entire time you do), you dress and head down to breakfast. Both your mother and father are present this morning, the three of you trading mostly-reflexive pleasantries as you wolf down your eggs and then head for the door. As you're lacing up your shoes, you overhear something that makes you stop in place, a shiver running down your back.\n\n"By the way, honey, I thought you checked the front door last night."\n\n"I did, why?"\n\n"When I came down this morning it was unlocked."\n\n"Huh. I could have sworn I checked it."\n\n"We need to be careful, if Cyan's really sleepwalking, we don't want her walking into traffic."\n\n"Obviously. Well, I'll double check it tonight, then, and you can check it too."\n\n"Mm, good idea."\n\nHurrying over to Leslie's, she doesn't even have to ask, apparently seeing it on your face the moment she opens the door. "Had the dream again?"\n\n"Yeah." You nod shakily, slipping inside, then leaning against the wall. "I mean, there were some differences, but I think I may have gone out the front door this time."\n\n"Geez! You could get hit by a car!" Leslie blurts, eyes widening in concern. Then she waves a hand a bit. "Or, y'know, seen naked by some nun."\n\n"But I don't even know if anything happened," you say with a sigh, pushing off the wall and dropping into a chair instead. "I mean, all I heard was that the door was unlocked, it might have nothing to do with me. I was dressed when I woke up and everything. I'd at least like to know for sure if I'm really sleepwalking before I start worrying about my weird perverted dogfucking dreams."\n\nLeslie looks thoughtful, then holds up a finger. "One sec." She hurries into the hallway and ducks into her room, emerging holding a black object a bit longer and thicker than her finger. "We can use this!"\n\n"What is it?" you ask, squinting a little.\n\n"My new GoPro, I got it so I can do awesome biking and parkour videos. Once I learn parkour. But anyway, we can clip this to you before you go to bed and set it to record, and see if you actually go anywhere."\n\n"What will we clip it to, though?" you ask with a frown. "I always take off my clothes. I mean, apparently."\n\nShe considers that for a moment, then grins. "I've got a bunch of different length dogtag chains, they're useful for tons of stuff. We'll find one that's not quite long enough for you to lift off over your head, but still long enough to let the GoPro dangle. Before you go to bed, you can wind a little bit of twine or something around the clasp. That oughtta be too complex for you to get off while sleepwalking. I mean, I think. In the morning, you can come back over, and we'll watch the footage. Hopefully it'll be nothing but hours of your ceiling."\n\n<hr>\n[[Wear the camera.|GGDog5x3]]\n\n[[Don't wear it.|GGDogPlaceholder]]

"We need to punish each other, Mistress," you answer in a monotone. "For you."\n\n"Yes, absolutely you do. Get to it, then, and then come to me. I'll be waiting in a car... several blocks away."\n\nThe screen goes blank, and you immediately grab Leslie by the upper arm, hauling her over towards her bed, the blonde not offering any resistance at all as you sit and yank her down across your lap. You shove her head a bit further downward to get her to lift her ass, and without hesitation bring your other hand down on it in a hard smack. Leslie's body jerks and she lets out a soft, reflexive gasp at the impact. As you start spanking her in earnest, your hand driving against her bare cheeks, she wriggles reflexively on your bare thighs but obediently doesn't move otherwise, even as arousal starts to drool down her inner thighs from her bare, puffy pussy... which receives its own share of smacks as you continue to strike her with your bare hand.\n\nYou can't just give her some perfunctory spanking, oh no... your Mistress expects better than that. So you keep smacking Leslie's pert, trim little ass over and over again, as your handprints start to darken on it and overlap, gradually turning it light pink, then darker pink, then an even, almost glowing red. Only once you can feel the heat radiating off of it without quite touching it do you stop, grabbing Leslie by the hair and yanking her upright. Her face is flushed, streaked with tears and drool, her body shivering in a mixture of pain and climax even as she steps back to let you get up and turn, bending over the side of the bed. Similarly without hesitation, Leslie moves to her closet and retrieves a leather belt from where it's hanging behind the door, folding it double as she walks back over to you.\n\nThe leather cracks directly across the lower part of your ass and over your own damp pussy, making you gasp hard and jolt against the bed. Leslie almost immediately brings the belt down across your ass again, motions efficient, quick, and ruthless. There's no anger, no desire to pay you back for her own bare, red ass... no, just a desire to please the Mistress by punishing each other for her. You raise up on tiptoe, offering your ass more easily for Leslie's strikes with the belt, grunting and gasping with the impact of it against your buttocks, your pussy, your thighs. Only once you have a nice series of deep pink marks and welts does Leslie finally drop the belt, allowing you to straighten up. Without another word, the two of you don your shoes and socks, and without another stitch on, walk out the front door.\n\nPeople stop and stare at two teenage girls walking down the sidewalk, naked and with their asses obviously freshly beaten. Cars even screech to a halt as people slam on the brakes in shock at the sight. But although plenty of people stare at you... and at your almost-a-handful tits, Leslie's pert little ones, at your welt-marked ass, at hers swollen and poking out like a monkey signaling its readiness to breed... none approach you. Even the pair of police officers that start towards you hesitate, then just stare at you as you walk past, their cocks obviously stiffening in their pants at the sight they do nothing about.\n\nSeveral blocks later, the two of you make your way over towards a large black SUV with opaque windows. At your approach the front and back doors on the passenger side swing open, giving you a view of Errana (once more in human form) sitting in the driver's seat and Svarog in the back. You climb into the front and Leslie the back, the doors swinging shut again. You offer no resistance as Errana reaches over and puts her hand on the back of your head, pulling you across the center area and urging your mouth onto the fat prick she apparently still possesses, pushing you downward until your lips are around the base and your throat bulging with it. You obediently start bobbing your head and suckling at her as she puts the car into drive... faintly in the back seat you can hear Leslie gulping and quagging, no doubt on Svarog's big red spear of a prick.\n\n"Welcome home, bitches," Errana coos, stroking your hair as you gulp down her cock obediently again and again, even as it flushes red, her form changing to the demonic one you saw on the screen. "I hope you've enjoyed your first taste of pleasure and pain... there's a lot more to look forward to."\n\n<hr>\n[[Game Over.|GGDog5xEnd]]

Well, whatever it is, Leslie's the one who helped you out with this, and has been through you on this whole debacle (despite her hunger for embarrassing details). She probably deserves to know too. Exchanging a few texts to confirm that it's alright to come over, you get dressed and head out, GoPro in your bag. Once the two of you are ensconced in Leslie's room, a folding chair dragged over to sit beside her computer chair, you explain as she hooks up the little camera. "So I dunno, maybe this time nothing happened. I dreamed I got up, got out of bed and got undressed, but as I was leaving my room things just sort of... fizzled."\n\n"Huh, weird. Maybe nothing happened then. Here we go!" she chirps, playing the video and maximizing it to take up the full screen. "So yeah, here's you tossing and turning a bit, fast forward a little... yeah, see, here you get really still. Then... oh hey, you're sitting up," she comments as the view of the camera swings around, showing more of your room. It wiggles a bit... then both you and Leslie blush as the view is briefly consumed by a flap of cloth lifting and covering it. "... There went your shirt, huh?"\n\n"There went my shirt," you confirm rather weakly, swallowing hard. You watch as the view shifts with your movements as the you of the past walks out of the room, down the hall, and down the stairs. But unlike in the dream, things don't cut off... the video shows the crossing of the living room, and the front door, your own hand lifting rather mechanically to unlock it and open it, and then the yard outside. "Oh fuck, I really did leave the house!"\n\n"Yeah, oh man that's so dangerous, especially with the road being all foggy like that! Wait, was it foggy last night?" Leslie frowns, watching as the feed continues to the sidewalk and walks ahead into the thick, white-grey mist, which quickly seems to swallow up the world. It just continues rushing past the camera, surrounding it, swirling, moving.\n\n'How far am I walking?' you think, feeling weirdly distant and disconnected. It occurs to you in a vague way that you should suggest that Leslie fast forward some more, but for some reason you just can't seem to bring yourself to actually say the words. Weirdly enough, the normally energetic Leslie doesn't seem to be coming up with the idea to do so on her own, instead sitting and watching the screen just as intently as you are, at the swirls and rolls of the fog as it curls around and waves and puffs and shimmers and flickers.\n\nWhen the mist clears, it's around only a single figure... Errana, now with red skin, horns, and a massive, thick cock jutting up from her crotch, heavy balls dangling beneath it. She smiles and gives the wings spreading from her back a flick, making the mist swirl some more. "Alright, bitches, strip."\n\n"Yes, ma'am," you and Leslie drone in unison, standing up and quickly shedding shirts and jeans, tossing them negligently aside and then standing in front of the screen naked, awaiting your next orders.\n\n"Mm. Good bitches. Don't fret, I promise you both you'll get to see a show with all the dogfucking you could imagine... since you'll be part of it. But first, I think you need to make it up to me... your original refusal, Cyan, and your nosiness, Leslie. You know what I want, don't you?"\n\n"Yes, Mistress," the two of you drone, with you adding, "You want us to-"\n\n<hr>\n[[Punish each other.|GGDog5x5]]\n\n[[Bring you more bitches.|GGDog]]\n\n[[Bring some high-quality dog food.|GGDog]]

That's interesting, you didn't specifically program in this outcome. Curious, you direct the gynoid to bring Slave Gina to the nearest meeting room, and head there ahead of them. Situated just off of the main area, it's basically a small, white room with a pair of couches facing each other, just something you originally included on a whim, if two Bounty Hunters needed to negotiate but not necessarily socialize.\n\nShortly after the door slides open, and the enslaved Gina Diggers walks in, naked save for her glasses and the control collar around her neck. Of course those big, lewd globe-shaped tits jiggle and wobble with every step since they're completely unrestrained, and she comes to a stop in front of you and scowls.\n\n"So the gynoid said you wanted to speak to me," you prompt, smirking at her since that seems to make her even more annoyed, and you admit to enjoying that since she can't do anything about it.\n\n"You told me I should make something 'fun' for you," she replies sourly, shifting her shoulders and causing even more jiggling. "So I did, since I couldn't help it. I've just finished a new weapon for you to use in your horrible little escapades."\n\nNow this is definitely interesting! You told the genius character to make something 'fun' just to rub it in, figuring she might whip out some sex toys or a new TV or whatever. It seems that the collar actually forced her to consider your main source of entertainment... capturing new slaves. "Oh really? Very interesting, what did you make?"\n\n"By studying my sister, I was able to create an energy weapon that causes a similar effect to the magical lycanthropy she has and its process of creating 'thralls' from those bitten. Instead of carrying a specific type of lycanthropy, it activates dormant genes in the target's DNA. It's not a true example of lycanthropy... the subjects lose most of their human mind and they can't change back. But they'll immediately go into heat and imprint on the first person to fuck them, considering them dominant the way thralls do. But then I guess none of that's exactly a drawback for you," she adds in a bitter tone. "I've gone ahead and uploaded the schematics into the weapons fabrication and maintenance network, so it should be available already. I labeled it 'FurRay'," she adds with another jiggle-causing shrug.\n<<set $furrayunlocked to true>>\nOho. So this new weapon will turn targets into mindless, but loyal, anthros... as long as you fuck them after you shoot them, of course. Deeply amused, you tap the control device on your wrist and actually pause the simulation. Utilizing the adaptive programming, you do a bit of on-the-fly expansion, grabbing some resources from elsewhere on the system and building a quick 'nature preserve' style area added onto the hab. Leaving the adaptive programming to finish the rest, you unpause the simulation and consider the scowling Gina thoughtfully.\n\n<hr>\n[[Thank her.|Capture-ThankGinaforFurRay]]\n\n[[Test the FurRay.|Capture-FurRayTest]]

"DIE, FUCKING FURRY!" you shriek in automatic reaction to the sight of something not human, the sensible part of your brain snapping and reacting purely on unfettered rage against a world you have no control over.\n\n"FUCKING FURFAG GET OUT!" Sandra howls, grabbing up a metal bar from the torn-up bits of the bus.\n\n"REEEEEE IF I HATE FURRIES IT MAKES ME SOCIALLY ACCEPTABLE REEEEEEEE!" Sally screams, curling her fingers in clawlike fashion as all three of you rush the offensive creature.\n\nThe mouse-woman's expression goes flat, and she actually rolls her eyes as you come at her. "Greater than, still fighting the war on furries, greater than, in the year of our lord twenty ex-ex," she mutters, before whipping out something that looks like a collapsible baton. She snaps it up, and you feel the rather unique sensation of your head bending to an extreme degree as the metal compresses the rubber making up your form with the force of her swing. Now, you'd think that being made of rubber would insulate you from electric shock, but apparently not since the crackle from the baton has you twitching and lurching, and then dropping to the ground to bounce and wobble as you settle. You can just faintly hear another set of impacts and then the thud of Sandra and Sally getting dropped as well before you lose consciousness. \n\nWhen you come to, you find that your bra and panties have been stripped off, and your arms and legs are bound with what looks like giant rubber bands. You seem to be at the bottom of a large metal cylinder, and you can feel another form pressed up against your back, presumably Sandra or Sally, who also seems to be bound the way you are to judge by her wriggling, her rubber skin squeaking against yours wherever it touches.\n\n"Golly, that wasn't very nice." You look up towards the top of the cylinder, where the mousewoman has leaned forward to look down into it at you. "All I did was say hello."\n\n"Furries are well-known to cause drama," you rebut, lifting your chin.\n\n"But you're the ones that attacked me!"\n\n"Because if we hadn't, you would have started drama!"\n\nThe mousewoman looks towards the reader. "I think we've carried this joke about as far as we can, goodnight folks." Then she looks back down in the cylinder at the lot of you. "Alright, well, since you can't be reasonable and you're obviously a hazard, I guess I'm just gonna hafta use you as raw materials for my latest machine. Admittedly I'd kind of been hoping to get enough rubber together for it," she continues as she lifts a control box and hits a button. "So I guess thanks for being insane."\n\n"What?!" you yelp, with Sandra and Sally similarly voicing other demands. Then you can feel the heat building all around you as the metal floor and walls of the cylinder warm. You struggle and squirm, trying to stretch the rubber band enough to get it off, but it's wound around you too many times and is too tight... and soon you find that it seems to be stuck to you, melted into your surface. You continue to squirm and buck, until you slump against the floor of your prison... only to find your cheek and hair spreading further and further across it, similarly to every bit of you touching the metal. Your blank rubber eyes widen, and you try to lift your head, only for the rubber to stretch gooily before you're pulled back down, your body continuing to slowly, steadily melt against the hot surface.\n\nSurprisingly, melting doesn't hurt at all... actually as the warmth suffuses your body, and you spread out more and more, you feel more of that same pleasurable sensation you were feeling whenever you rub up against something, since you're touching even more of the metal surface. Similarly your rubbing and squirming up against Sandra (wait, how do you know it's Sandra now) is producing lower, squelchier noises, your bodies sticking together more and more, until you're fairly certain your round purple ass and her pert green one have started melting together. You wiggle a bit, but are distracted as you become more and more aware of Sandra... not just her body against yours, but her thoughts, her feelings, the pleasure she's experiencing as the two of you melt together, your bodies losing shape and definition as they spread across the floor and up against the walls of the cylinder. Gradually you become aware of Sally's thoughts as well, since she must be getting melted up against your, uh, her, uh, Sandra's other side, and your orange, no wait, purple, you're the green one, no you mean you're the purple one...\n\nWith your thoughts swirling together and around the other two's, you more and more lose track of which person you originally started as... were you Amanda, or Sally, or Sandra? Either way all three of you are increasingly distracted by the warmth and pleasure suffusing your now gently wobbling liquid forms, like a constant lowkey orgasm that just goes on and on and on, gradually washing away other thoughts and making the confused jumble of your identity even harder to focus on. It doesn't help as you have three different pleasured reactions to three different stimuli as a trio of tubes are lowered into the still separated colors in the vat, making it feel like nine orgasms at once as suction starts and part of you is pulled up and through the hoses. Somehow you're aware not only of being in the vat, but also of being inside each of the tubes, the pleasure of each overlapping with the other, and then magnified again as material from all three tubes is poured into a mold. You can feel that part of you filling up the lines, slowly solidifying again as it cools. And then the mold is opened, the part of you that's now a swirled purple, green, and orange dildo being removed.\n\n"Golly! It did come out really pretty after all!" the mousewoman chirps, stroking her hand over the still-warm but firm and solid surface, sending little shivers of pleasure through all three of your minds and echoing off of each other. "Mmm, still warm. Well, never gonna get a chance like this again!" she chirps as she sheds her coveralls and settles into a chair, slender legs spreading as she brings your dildo-part in to stroke the tip back and forth along her slit, teasing herself into readiness, letting you both feel and see and taste every bit of that moistening pink pussy even as you slosh in the vat, and even more of you is suctioned up and pulled into the tubes, moved toward another mold. So even as you feel that hot, wet tightness gripping you pleasurably as you're slid inside the mousegirl's pussy, you're also cumming from flooding into the shorter, more squat mold, filling it out, SandraAmandaSally's climaxes all rolling over one another and echoing off of each other as you're pumped in and out of that wet, hot tight tunnel and cool inside your mold and tremble in your vat.\n\nEventually the dildo is pulled out and set aside, and the other mold is opened. Your short, broad form is pulled from it, and you have the sensation of cold, slick lube being spread all over that part of yourself, almost completely engulfing that aspect of you, before a pert ass below a long mousetail, and then a puckered asshole, fills that aspect's view. And then you're tasting-feeling-seeing that rosebud spread open around you, being engulfed in the hot darkness of her rear hole even as the part of you that is the dildo can see her bent over, moaning as she presses the butt plug into herself. You feel her ass squeezing and moving around you as she walks back to the chair and settles in, and then the dildo part of you is being slid back inside her as well, both external halves being engulfed in the warm darkness of her body, though one part of you is pumping in and out of her, fucking her even as you're actually completely powerless to move or speak.\n\n"Ohhhhh these are really good," she moans as she pumps you into her cunt, her hips wiggling to work you around inside her ass as well. "Golly, I think I might have found my first really profitable machine!"\n\n<hr>\n[[Game Over.|CheerForest3xEnd]]

Okay, you kind of have to admit you want to summon the unicorn just to summon the unicorn. You may be one of the top bitches of your school and a powerful dark elf now, but inside you can't help but squeal like a six-year-old as you scoop up the opal figurine in both hands, turning towards the wide empty space in the center of the study. You calm yourself a little bit, then push magic into the figurine, calling, "I summon thee!"\n\nYou wince and jerk your head at the incredibly bright flash of rainbow light from ahead of you. At the sound of an equine snort and a hoof pawing at the floor, you look back and open your eyes... then open them wider. That girlish part of your heart flutters (and maybe some of the more womanly parts of you flutter too) at the sight before you. The unicorn is closer to the size of a Clydesdale, tall and strong-looking, with sleek fur so white it literally glows even in the subdued light of the room (or maybe to your elven senses). Its hooves are made of... it looks like white marble, with thick, curly tufts of hair above them, and its mane and tail are both long, luxurious, and have a thick wave to them, a faint rainbow wash of color flickering across them like the surface of a soap bubble. Its black eyes turn towards you, and it looks like they're filled with starlight... the starlight that glows from the long horn growing from its brow.\n\n"Preeeettyyyyyyyyyyy," you can't help but coo, your eyes sparkling.\n\n"Mmm, yes, indeed," the unicorn replies in a deep, smooth masculine voice, giving his head a toss to shake his mane. (Now that you look... oh boy it's definitely a him. Those heavy hanging balls and sheath are somehow just as beautiful and immaculate as the rest of him, and yet you can't help but have a few decidedly impure thoughts as well.) "My, that's certainly a much nicer greeting than I usually get by the owner of that particular figurine. Much more appropriate."\n\n"Ah... Lauriel probably makes a big show of being unimpressed, huh?" you say, yanking your gaze back to his face.\n\n"She does. It's disgraceful the way she treats me... summoning me up to clip my mane or take shavings of my horn or milk me for my seed, and all the while acting as if she were doing no more than trimming a plant! As if I were nothing more than some... farm beast!" he snaps, thumping a hoof in agitation again.\n\nIt's actually taking you a second to get past the fact that unicorn jizz is apparently a spell component or something, and you quickly shake your head to get back on the same page. "Ah, right. So that's sort of why I called you here. I want to get back at her for the way she's mistreated me... it's not too different from the way she's mistreated you."\n\n"If I could, I would have done it the first time she summoned me," the unicorn says with a gusty sigh. "Unfortunately, she is technically a virgin, and I cannot properly act against her with my considerable magic until she is not."\n\n"Okay, but what about, just like... y'know, stabbing her?" you ask, pointing at your forehead. "I mean, sorry if that's offensive, I don't know if..."\n\nThe unicorn snorts and gives a shake of his head. "No, that is indeed one of the things it's for. Unfortunately any intent to do harm to her is forbidden as well. I have to take my solace in occasionally trodding on her feet by accident. It's happened twice in the century or so she's been mistreating me." Still, from the longing in his voice it's clear he's savored those two times ever since.\n\n"Huh. I get it," you murmur, rubbing your chin. The unicorn can't actually do anything to her as long as she's a virgin. Then a thought strikes you, and you glance up at him in worry.\n\nPerhaps having guessed your thought, he snorts a bit. "You still count. The definition of virginity we unicorns use is very specific. Penis goes in vagina. Everything else doesn't count. You're safe, and have not given me reason to harm you in any event."\n\n"Oh. Thanks," you answer, smiling. Then your smile turns devious. That means the solution to the problem is obvious!\n\n<hr>\n[[You can take Lauriel's virginity.|MeanDrow]]\n\n[[He can take Lauriel's virginity.|MeanDrow7x2]]

*<b>Main:</b> Cyan can [[hide in the shower|GGParent13x3]] when her father's sleepwalking.\n*<b>Main:</b> After being relocated to Japan by Celest, Cyan can take the [[train|GGJS1x1]] to school.\n-Update 2-\n*<b>Main:</b> Cyan can now buy [[headphones|GGME2x1]] at Brightstar Electronics.

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

Seeing him frown slightly at your answer, you quickly hurry to add, improvising a slight bow. "The Mistress only sent me to you. I am sure she believes you know best where I might serve."\n\n"Hm. Well, I shall see what you are meant for, meat, else if you are not used tonight and we do not all descend, I may keep you about. You're a pretty little thing," he adds, reaching out to lightly cup one of your breasts and brush his fingertips along your areola, not quite pinching the nipple.\n\nYou force yourself not to jump or otherwise react, either to the unwanted touch, or to the fact that he's <i>really good about it</i>, somehow even the warmth of his fingers feeling intensely pleasurable on your skin, let alone his just-right application of pressure and teasing. "Th-thank you, sir," you answer, taking a gamble on the title.\n\nHowever it looks like you chose right, since he simply waves dismissively towards another set of doors set down a small hall like the one you came out of. "The larder is there, go and wait."\n\nYou give another slight bow, since he didn't seem to think anything was off about your other one, and then turn and head for the doors, trying not to show how embarrassed, frightened, and now slightly turned on you are. You're slightly terrified of what you'll find when you open the doors to the 'larder', but you don't see any other way out of it since the ritual master(?) is still standing right there, probably watching you out of the corner of his eye.\n\nAt least it's not nearly as bad as you imagined as you open the doors and step inside. It actually just looks like some sort of sitting room, though the furniture is a little more plain than the stuff you've passed in the other rooms and hallway, and there's barely any of the ornamentation and decoration. There's at least a half-dozen other girls here wearing identical strappy getups and cowl-masks... they look like they range in age from about the same as you to maybe their mid-twenties? It's a little hard to judge with most of their faces covered, you're mostly having to go by, well... body development. They all glance over at you as you come in, stopping the chat they'd apparently been having.\n\n"Oh, it's a new piece," one of them says, a dark-skinned girl with full breasts and wide hips who's settled in one of the chairs, her legs shamelessly spread, showing off the pink of her pussy spread by the satin straps.\n\n"I don't recognize you, are you new from the butcher?" one of the others asks, the one who you're guessing is the oldest just going on her height and the shape of her face.\n\n"Ah, yeah, I just came in tonight," you try, nodding.\n\nThat seems to be what they were expecting to hear, since other than a few scattered notes of 'Welcome', no one says anything further about it. As they resume talking, you spot an empty place on a padded bench and go to sit down, listening to the others.\n\n"Five rituals in one night," one of them says in a slightly breathless voice, her nipples visibly stiffening as she does. "I only wish I could watch them all instead of waiting through some of them in here, or being one of the first to go."\n\n"I wonder if there will really be enough meat though?" asks a pale golden-skinned girl close to your own age, her perky little breasts not quite as enhanced as yours are by the outfit, though it's doing its best. "Obviously it's ideal for each ritual to have a first and a second, but there aren't ten of us here yet."\n\n"I've heard the Mistress feels very strongly about this being <i>the</i> year for ritual success," whispers a particularly pale girl, her voice making you instinctively strain a bit to hear it. "I think they might even devote some of the higher family to meat just to make sure there's ten."\n\n"I heard that when I was coming in, yeah," you note, since you want to seem like you're just a normal part of this group.\n\n"Oh my, they're really serious this year then," the dark-skinned lounging woman says, sounding like she's on the verge of moaning as she strokes a hand slightly up and down over the faint curve of her belly. "Last year they only had seconds for two of the rituals."\n\n"You were one of them, weren't you?" one of the other younger girls asks.\n\n"Mmhmmmm. I was the second in the Ritual of Renewal. I hope I get picked as the first for it this year," she adds, moaning outright now as she shamelessly slides two fingers into her pussy and starts gently working them in and out. "The thought of being strapped into that big menacing thing, that metal locked around my neck and wrists, moaning and squealing like a pig in heat while I'm fucked as that blade looms gleaming above..."\n\n'Blade?' you think, trying not to visibly shiver. You're not exactly filled with much more confidence as the others continue.\n\n"I've heard about what goes on in the Ritual of the Dragon, and... honestly... I would rather be the second," the Asian girl says with a sigh, teasing her stiff golden-brown nipples lightly. "To think of that great beast, still feral and <i>hungry</i>, looming above me, coming down upon me, <i>devouring</i> me like the meat I am."\n\n'Fuck I hope that's a metaphor,' you think, leaning back and hoping that the shadows further back will hide that you've gone pale. Speaking of which, the girl with the whisper voice is the next to speak, though she sounds shy even as she does.\n\n"I... I think I might actually be picked for the Ritual of Infusion," she murmurs, her chalk white cheeks going pink as she speaks. "The... the Mistress said I would take the being well," she adds, gesturing to her large, soft breasts, her so pale they're almost invisible nipples, and apparently her round hips and ass. "To think of one of the gods actually latching onto me, being on me, <i>inside</i> me, even if it is destined to do nothing but devour me eventually in its mindless state... it would be such an honorrrr," she moans out as one of the others, apparently so excited by the idea, slips between her legs and begins eating her out, which you try not to stare at and try not to be obvious about not staring at.\n\n"Mm, if I had my way it would definitely be the Ritual of Guardianship," another girl says with a bit of a giggle, sliding off the bench she's sitting on and onto all fours, wiggling her ass impishly. "Even if nothing happens... gods forbid, of course," she adds in a droll tone, making it clear she doesn't really think that the ritual will be successful. "Just thinking of all those lustful eyes locked on me as that biiiig black dog pounds into me, panting, huffing, drooling, making me his bitch in that rich, beautiful chamber, until our cum spills all over the floor, mmmm, <i>woof</i>!" she concludes with another giggle, before giving a playful yelp as the dark-skinned girl stops fingering her own pussy and instead leans forward to smack her on the ass.\n\n"You'd better be relieved they're having a tough time finding ten pieces of meat this year, girl, if one of the family heard you talking like that you'd wind up on the table instead of in one of the rituals."\n\n"Well. That's fine too," the one on the floor says smugly, rolling over and very briefly giving a flash of red hair beneath her drape in the process, settling onto her back and pulling her legs up, knees bent, into a position that somehow makes her resemble a Thanksgiving turkey.\n\n"Honestly I'd be happy with just the Ritual of Ecstasy," the oldest girl says with a slightly longing sigh. "I'm starting to think I'm <i>never</i> going to be used, so frankly if it's nothing but having my brains fucked out and becoming a <i>real</i> lump of meat, I'd be satisfied enough with that."\n\n"Cheer up, they're sure to pick you for a primary for soooomething this year," the one on the floor says, rolling around and onto her knees again, this time scooting forward and sliding her hands around the older girl's thighs, giving her pussy a playful lick along the satin straps. "If not, a full ritual night like this, I'm betting they have such a feast afterwards that anyone they don't use will <i>definitely</i> wind up on the table."\n\n"Mm, you're such a bratty piece of meat, but you're sweet sometimes too," the older girl says happily, stroking the younger one's head as she gives more puppyish licks to her half-covered pussy.\n\nHoly shit. These girls are talking about being used in rituals where they're probably going to be killed, or maybe even eaten... and they're getting off on it! A crawling sensation of horror (and just as horrifyingly, a little something else) runs through you as you look around at them as they continue to talk about the rituals and whether the 'family' will be able to find enough girls to have a first and second for all five. You force yourself not to panic and instead to think... okay, okay, it sounds like each ritual has a first and a second. Most of the girls, it sounds like, want to be the primary, the one who actually gets fucked... or killed. It sounds like being the second is probably safer... well, except for the girl who wants the dragon ritual, sounds like it's the primary that's safer there. So... it seems like your best bet for survival is probably to hang out close to one of the others and hope you wind up in whichever role she doesn't want. \n\nYou let your gaze subtly (you hope) wander around the room as you consider the possibilities, then notice something... another door. ... Bathroom? It almost certainly has to be, considering what an obvious waiting area this is. That or a closet. If it's a bathroom, though, maybe you could just, y'know... hide out in there. Wait, no, would that work? The ritual master would surely notice that you'd disappeared.\n\nExcept that as you ever more nervously wait, you see more girls in satin straps and hooded masks coming in, being greeted by the others much as you were. In fact... in fact, one's close enough in build and skintone to you that she briefly looks startled as she spots you, and even gives you a little smile and wave. That's... perfect! It looks like there will actually be more than ten girls, you might actually get away with waiting it out! ... Except it sounds like the new girls are just as eager to possibly be chosen (and snuffed) as the others. If someone notices you hiding out in the bathroom to avoid being chosen, it could be a huge red flag. It might actually be safer to go with your original plan of sticking close to someone else. \n\nOkay, consider... the Ritual of Ecstasy basically sounds like, well, an orgy or gangbang or something. Even if it's intense and lewd, it definitely sounds the most survivable, you'd want to hang with the older girl for that. The bratty one, who's now sprawled shamelessly on the floor getting in the way like a cat, seems to want the Ritual of Guardianship, which basically... sounds like bestiality. You're not sure what the second of that even does, but you maybe wouldn't even have to do anything there, just watch her fuck the dog? The Ritual of Renewal, you <i>know</i> that one's survivable because the dark-skinned girl says she was the second last year... but... from the sounds of it... you'd definitely be watching her die. The Ritual of the Dragon... an actual dragon is involved?! ... Honestly part of you is willing to risk that just to see a dragon. There's no real clue what being the primary for that involves from what anyone's said, and you're too wary to ask, but it definitely sounds like the second gets "devoured"... and you're far less certain now that that's a metaphor for sex. And then the opposite is true for the pale girl and the Ritual of Infusion... you know nothing about the second's role, but it sounds like for sure the primary's in grave danger. So, it's either try to hang with one of them, and get picked for the safer role, or-\n\n"Hi," someone says quietly as they sit down next to you, making you blink. Oh, it's your 'twin'. "Sorry, didn't mean to bother you since you seemed lost in thought about the ritual night, but I admit I was a little surprised. Our eyes are even the same color."\n\n"Ah, yeah," you agree, a little shocked for your part now that you realize it. Your eyes aren't a terribly common shade of green as it is, but there she is. You can't help but shake the feeling she must be related to you somehow, even if distantly. ... Part of you now thinks maybe you should stick with her, out of a sense of solidarity. That doesn't seem like the <i>smartest</i> idea, but your heart is trying to tell you it's the right one.\n\nStill. You need to make a good decision... shoot for a ritual, hide out, or, well, you guess stick with your new 'friend'.\n\n<hr>\n[[Ritual of Ecstasy.|HoD]]\n\n[[Ritual of Guardianship.|HoD]]\n\n[[Ritual of Renewal.|HoD]]\n\n[[Ritual of the Dragon.|HoD]]\n\n[[Ritual of Infusion.|HoD]]\n\n[[Hide.|HoD]]\n\n[[Stick with your... cousin?|HoD]]

While part of you really wants to reject the possible reality of this, there was something about that speech that just went... <i>through</i> you and made it nearly impossible to doubt. \n\nOkay, so think, think. You're practical, you're level-headed, that's the whole reason you got to come on this vacation... ... and, technically you guess, got yourself into this mess, but nevermind that right now. Okay, so, actually think about what the voice said. Your options are to try and sneak through the house, you guess finding a way out or finding a way free, or pretending to be one of the people that runs this place. Oh, right, she said that the thing on the couch was what they'd wear... ... there, uh. There isn't a lot there.\n\nYou walk over and pick up what turns out to be two articles of... you guess technically clothing. They're made of small golden rings and satin straps, and it takes a bit of turning them back and forth to even figure out which way they go or what they are. One looks like it's a bikini-style top, except that the straps would only frame your breasts, not actually cover them. Pretty much the same thing for the other part... a strap that would go around your waist, down the sides of your hips and across your thighs, and straps framing your crotch and ass, but not actually covering... or inhibiting access to... either. Uh, that's... that's kind of scary. Putting the, uh, garments and the thought aside for the moment, you pick up the mask. You guess it's really more of a cowl or something, the front a rich purple thing that would fit over your upper face and is ringed by asymmetrical, seemingly random curled little extensions that kind of make you think of an octopus. Attached to it is a sort of long black drape that would cover your own hair and probably, in the low light and with some movement, give you the illusion of having long black hair instead.\n\nSoooo with all that taken together, probably safe to say these guys are some sort of weird sex cult. Great. What kind of theme park did you come to?! ... Okay, but apparently if you're going to sneak around disguised as one of them, that's what you'd have to wear. It's either that or just try not to get spotted.\n\n... Or that other thing the voice said. Just... lay down on the couch... let go and... what? Be... 'absorbed' into this place? Let go of your self? That sounds terrifying... ... and yet the voice also said that would be the easiest thing, so how much more terrifying would the other options be?\n\nWell you need to make a decision, you're betting you can't stay here forever...\n\n<hr>\n[[Sneak.|HoD]]\n\n[[Disguise.|HoD1x2]]\n\n[[Sleep.|HoD]]

After doing your best to quickly but objectively consider all the options, you come to the conclusion that the only really reasonable thing to do is don the disguise. As embarrassing as it is, and for all that it implies, it seems way more likely to be successful than trying to sneak through an actual house that's probably full of locked doors and weirdos wandering around.\n\nThough as you somewhat reluctantly strip down, you also try to consider the further implications of what else the voice said. It definitely sounds like things won't be as easy as just finding the nearest door or window and climbing out to find yourself in Worldland again. (Not that that doesn't have its own bit of peril, you muse ruefully as you start slipping into the strappy little outfit and figuring out how to tighten it properly with the rings.) No, you're betting that things are going to be much more complicated and much more hazardous than that. You have no idea how, or even why, but you're thinking that to navigate through this you're going to have to do more than flip the lock on a window and maybe drop down a bit.\n\nYou finish adjusting the outfit, and look down at yourself, turning back and forth. Admittedly, as lewd and overtly sexual as it is, you have to say it does great things for your figure. The top doesn't just frame your breasts, it sort of hugs and lifts just enough to jut them out and make them look a bit bigger, almost as if they're presented. Similarly the back of the bottoms hugs and lifts your ass a bit, making it seem perkier and rounder. The meeting of the straps in front <i>almost</i> makes it seem like your pussy is properly covered, but every time you move you can feel the pair of satin straps rubbing against your pussylips, slightly parting them. To say that the whole thing is a constant reminder that you're worse than naked is a bit of an understatement. After taking a moment to really reconsider whether this is the best of your options, you firm up your resolve and pick up the cowl.\n\nYou toss the draped hood over the top of your head and lower the mask into place. It's weird, it sort of feels like it... sucks right up against your skin, as if it were eager to fit you properly. And it's like you can see more clearly in the near-dark of the room than you could before... you try to tell yourself it's a visual trick from your gaze being narrowed by the eyes of the mask, but a large part of you doesn't really believe it. The drape falls to about your mid-back and around your shoulders, and a glance in the mirror... which seems to be more normal now... shows that it really does look a lot like a thick, straight fall of black hair. You hardly recognize yourself in the getup, but then you suppose that's the idea.\n\nTaking a deep breath, you step over to the other door, brace yourself, and turn the knob. The door opens easily enough, and though you're expecting a spooky creaking sound, it's actually completely and utterly silent... which is somehow far more skin-crawling than the creak would have been. Fighting not to shudder, you step out into the hallway, bare feet treading over hardwood floors and thick, soft rugs in deep blood red. 'Appropriate for a children's hospital,' the bit of you that spends a little too much time on social media adds with a somehow slightly hysterical silent laugh. But yeah... this place certainly does look very much like some authentic old mansion, albeit heavily cluttered with little baubles and decorations besides candlesticks. Most of the light seems to come from said lit candles and the occasional rare spaced-out wall lamp that you think might be actual oil lanterns. It does definitely feel like someone's house, though, which makes it all the more embarrassing, frightening, and admittedly exciting that you're walking around in it (worse than) naked.\n\nStill, you do your best not to seem furtive or sneaking as you pick a direction and walk down the hall. The point of this disguise (assuming the voice wasn't just sending you into a trap, which you somehow never considered, and decide for your own peace of mind not to really consider) was for you to blend in and seem to belong... seeming like you're snooping about and afraid of being caught would sort of defeat the purpose.\n\nEventually you arrive at what's essentially a T intersection, albeit a slightly odd one. On the right side, the split leads almost immediately down into a set of largely unlit stairs, and to the left it leads almost immediately to a set of double doors. Though after glancing back and forth, you notice that there are actually 'helpful' plaques, the one on the right small and set into the wall, the one on the left larger, brighter, and mounted above the doors. The stairs are labeled 'The Dark Path', while the doors are labeled 'Ritual Chambers'. Neither of those sounds particularly appealing, but apparently it's either one of them or turn around and go the other way down the hall.\n\n<hr>\n[[The Dark Path.|HoDDP1x1]]\n\n[[The Ritual Room.|HoD1x3]]\n\n[[Turn around.|HoD]]

Yeah, the... the 'Dark Path' just sounds a little much for you. You turn and make your way towards the double doors, pausing as you notice something on the wall beside them. It's almost like a much classier version of some sort of theater or restaurant marquee, a gold frame obviously designed to swing out, with a sheet of what looks like very old, traditional paper (parchment?) under it, with elaborate hand lettering that it takes a bit of effort to read.\n\n<center><i>'The time is nigh O family\nThe moon ascends rich and purple in the sky\nThe stars circle round it\nIt is the night of many rituals\n\nWhite Candle - The Ritual of Ecstasy\nBlue Candle - The Ritual of Guardianship\nRed Candle - The Ritual of Renewal\nBlack Candle - The Ritual of the Dragon\nPurple Candle - The Ritual of Infusion\n\n<b>ATTEND</b></i>'</center>\n\n... Huh. Kind of wild to see what are presumably some weird, arcane rituals laid out like movie showings, but you guess that even cult members need a program? Actually now that you think about it cult members would be the ones most appreciative of a program, you guess. And you're guessing that the colors of candles probably line up to some specific method of telling time that they use. Hoping that you won't be walking in on any of these and that, indeed, the room will be empty, you push open the doors and step through.\n\nThe interior of the room is large and circular, and it almost looks like some sort of miniature colisseum or something, with the way there are tiered seats rising up from around the center of the tiled floor, the tiny, slightly iridescent tiles seeming to give a constant shift in colors and patterns from the absolutely massive candelabra hanging above the center hosting what has to be hundreds of candles. Luckily your first hope is answered and it doesn't look like any of the rituals are in progress right now, the seats empty and nothing set up in the central area. Unluckily, your second hope is dashed since there's a figure standing in the middle of the area apparently going over preparations for the night. You're not sure which is more shocking... that other than a cowl like yours (albeit with a purple drape, and more elaborate 'tentacles' with little diamonds set on one side of each one) all he's wearing over his leanly-muscled frame is a set of purple cloth drapes that go over his shoulders and flare out, and go down to be belted around his middle to form a flap in front and back that hang to his knees, or that he's using what looks like the latest iPad. He glances over at you as you hesitate just inside the doors, and lets out a snort.\n\n"It is about time! I have told the Mistress repeatedly that I need more meat for the rituals, I was beginning to think she was going to make me demote some of the higher family!" He saunters over to you, and you fight not to react to the fact that the front fall of his loincloth drapes closely enough to show the outline of his very large cock, and its every sway and shift with his steps. "Did the Mistress say what ritual you were meant for, meat?"\n\n<hr>\n[["No?"|HoD1x4]]\n\n[["I, um, I don't remember."|HoD2x1]]\n\n[["Ritual of Ecstasy?"|HoD]]\n\n[["Um, Ritual of Guardianship."|HoD]]\n\n[["R-Renewal?"|HoD]]\n\n[["... Dragon."|HoD]]\n\n[["Yeah, ah, the Ritual of Infusion."|HoD]]\n\n[["I'm just passing through."|HoD]]

Ah, the most magical night of the year. Some people lose that sense of Christmas eve wonder as they get older, but not you. That feeling of pure joy is wrapped up in shiny paper beneath the decorated tree in your heart, just like it is every year. You've got a nice crackling fire to warm your feet as you sip on your cocoa. A plate of sugar cookies is already sitting on the hearth, and there's a frosty glass of milk sitting in the fridge. (Yes, you're a full-grown adult who owns her own home, and you still leave milk and cookies out for Santa. Suck it!) Tomorrow you'll make the annual commute to Grandma's house, which amusingly enough will indeed take you over a river and through some woods.\n\nEven though you won't be spending Christmas day in your own house, you've of course got it decked out to the gills. The lights outside are numerous without going quite overboard enough to be "tacky", you've got a sprawling little miniature Christmas town set up, and of course there's the tree, glittering and winking with numerous ornaments, both heirlooms and just the ones that tickled you personally. Between your comfy seat and your decorations and the knowledge that it's Christmas Eve, you're wrapped up in a nice little cocoon of seasonal cheer.\n\nYou take another sip of your cocoa and glance over at the ticking clock on your wall. Hm, it is starting to get a little late. Time to make a decision, most likely...\n\n<hr>\n[[Go to bed.|HollyXmas5x1]] Santa won't come if you're still awake, after all! Heheh, actually it's mostly that it's late and you've got that drive tomorrow.\n\n[[Stay up!|HollyXmas6x1]] It's one of your favorite nights of the year, enjoy it as long as possible!\n\n[[Get an early start on that drive.|HollyXmas1x1]] After all, if you go now, you can stop for coffee a few times and get there for breakfast instead of lunch.

"Are you sure?" Drayk says a bit sharply, looking at the screen of the long ship with its slightly rounded forward and an almost 'mohawk' running up from about midway along it to the back, its hull a bright white with black accents.\n\n"Er, besides the confirmation of the size of its hull, I'm now reading the equivalent of five Sunrise-class power generators, six different shield generator emplacements, ablative hull made of something that completely blocks the life sign sensors, it has nearly 360 degree beam emitters at four different levels of its hull and what looks like enough torpedo ordinance to level a decently-sized planetary mountain range on one salvo." You pause, then add, "Lieutenant Commander."\n\nDrayk makes a face and leans in, her chest pressing against your shoulder as she taps at the controls, apparently double-checking your findings. \n\n"Are their weapons powered?" Calama asks, actually letting a small thread of worry into her voice.\n\n"... No," Drayk answers for you, straightening up. "Or at least it doesn't look like it. Their shields are up, though, and LaChance is right, the overlap on the generators means we'd have a tough time making a dent in their shields even if we got optimal positioning to fire our weapons emplacements. A positioning that's disappearing with every foot they fly."\n\n"Um. Commanders?" you speak up, trying not to let your voice squeak a bit as your panel bleeps and switches again. "Not to interrupt, but... a second dreadnought has entered sensor range."\n\nThey both turn and stare at the image of the nearly golden ship, with a much shorter, more squarish forward arch that angles up more towards the back, and has an almost sunburst-like array of fins ringing the back of it. You have the feeling they'd both be slack-jawed if it weren't unbecoming of officers. "... Armaments?" Calama asks in a slightly strangled tone.\n\n"... Nearly identical to the first one," you answer after a moment. "They're distributed a bit differently due to the alternate form factor, but the computer assesses it as having about the same combat rating. In fact it says a lot of the technology is almost identical. It's approaching from the same general area of space but at an opposite vector to the first."\n\n"Commander, the ships are altering course to keep the same amount of distance between them," one of the other officers calls. "And we're receiving transmission requests. From both ships. They both demand to be put through first. Ah... they also both demand to not be put through together."\n\nCalama closes her eyes, briefly letting a long-suffering look come over her face, her tentacles twitching a few times in frustration. Then she takes a deep breath and looks at Drayk, saying quietly, "Why don't you take the second ship's call in my office? I think it's acceptable to give your rank as simply 'Commander' when you do."\n\n"Yes, Commander," Drayk says rather dryly, mouth quirking up on one side before she turns and trots up the ramp.\n\n"Alright, once you're ready, put the first ship on in here and the second to my office," Calama says as she moves to stand at the main console in front of the big screen, the officers that had been working it slipping subtly to the sides to give her space.\n\n'That's a fucking zebra,' you think reflexively as the image comes on. Of course you're used to species that... look like things, is the best way you can put it... but the man(?) onscreen is definitely a goddamn Zebra. The muzzle is a bit shorter and, for lack of a better word, cleaner, smoother lines and a slightly more humanoid setup to the whole facial structure, but not by a lot. He has blue eyes and a well-trimmed mane, though you're not able to see a lot more, the image zoomed in on his head and giving only a faint glimpse of likely humanoid shoulders and something brightly-colored and glassy looking worn on them. 'I bet they're like the fucking Zebronians or something, I swear.'\n\n"I am Captain Ztryp, of the Zebrok battleship <i>Defiance</i>," he says in a deep, powerful voice that would seem to confirm his masculinity to your admittedly biased ears.\n\n'Ssssso close,' you think, fighting to keep your expression neutral (just in case).\n\n"Captain, welcome to DiploStar 15. I'm Commander Calama, representative of the Space Rangers and the Protected Systems," Calama replies evenly. "How may we help you today?"\n\n"We have come in response you your laserwave announcement regarding your diplomatic protocols," Ztryp responds bluntly enough, if not quite up to Bluntok levels. "Specifically that you are capable of acting as a third party mediator."\n\n"Ah, yes, that is one of the functions of the Space Ranger diplomatic corps," Calama answers, clearly trying not to sound <i>too</i> relieved as some of the tension goes out of her tentacles. "May I then assume that this matter involves the other ship that has entered our space?"\n\nZtryp's velvety-looking black lips twist a bit, revealing tombstone-like white teeth briefly, before they drop back into space and he continues in a rather cold tone. "Yes. Our war with the... Leonoids," he explains, clearly stopping himself from adding some sort of unflattering adjective. "Has gone on for many generations. Increasingly there are those on both sides who consider this untenable and wish for some sort of accord to be made, however even they must acknowledge that we have no one who can be trusted to negoatiate such a thing. You, however, as a complete outsider, would possibly be acceptable."\n\n"Well I think that is definitely something we can do, Captain, and more than that, something we would be happy to do," Calama answers with a carefully modulated amount of cheer. "It sounds like this would require extensive preparations before we could begin, so in the meantime, could we offer you the hospitality of our station for your crew?"\n\nZtryp seems about to answer, then hesitates, before asking in an openly dubious tone, "And I suppose you will be offering this same hospitality to the Leonoids."\n\n"Ah... yes, well, if we are to be neutral third party negotiators, we can't be seen to favor either party, can we?" Calama points out.\n\n"Mm," Ztryp allows in a grudging tone, before giving a small grunt. "Very well. But as my counterpart will likely tell you, arrangements must be made so that our crews do <i>not</i> interact. ... Hostilities would be inevitable," he adds, again clearly having had to struggle to condense everything he'd <i>like</i> to say into something relatively nonconfrontational.\n\n"I'm sure we can accommodate you there, Captain. Thank you very much for this opportunity," Calama adds pleasantly.\n\n"Mm," Ztryp mms again, before simply closing the channel.\n\nCalama waits several moments before visibly relaxing, giving a soft 'hoo' as she does. Turning towards you, she says, "Ensign, my office," before turning and walking crisply to the ramp, with you falling in behind her.\n\n"Yeah, Captain Lelos said all the same stuff, pretty much to the letter, and probably in the same tone," Drayk says dryly once the Commander is once more seated behind her own desk and has given a brief accounting of the transmission. "I'm guessing we should go ahead and have them dock at exact opposite sides of the station, not that there are many other options with ships that size."\n\n"I'd like to put one on the upper arch and one on the lower, but we can't afford to look like we're favoring either one," Calama says with a small sigh and a flutter of her tentacles. "I suppose we'll just have to go with the option that still allows them to theoretically shoot at each other."\n\n"They'd still be able to shoot at each other if it was top and bottom, just that we'd be in the way," Drayk points out.\n\n"Which is, essentially, our job anyway." Calama glances at you almost ruefully. "I'm afraid, Ensign, that in situations like this it is frequently the third party diplomat's place to be a bit of the blaster backstop between both parties' firing ranges. Luckily usually only metaphorically."\n\n"But occasionally literally, which is why it's the Space Rangers' job and not the civilian government's, right, Commander?" you ask just as ruefully.\n\n"Got it in one," she replies, flicking one of her fingers in the air, not quite getting the sharpness of the motion right when she lets a little wiggle run through the digit. "What's the term people who play VR combat games like to use? 'Tank'? While the ideal part of our job is to help both these parties negotiate and come to a fair and equitable agreement, the rather less ideal part of it will be to 'tank' their hostility towards each other."\n\nYou nod slowly. "So at the end of the negotiations they probably won't be happy with us, but at least they won't be killing each other anymore."\n\n"Exactly. And again ideally, they won't be unhappy <i>enough</i> with us that they'll refuse the offer of further diplomatic connections. Now, since this seems like it's going to be a 'shape of the table' sort of negotiation, we'd better figure out exactly how to allow them shore leave without them interacting."\n\n"We could literally split the station in half," Drayk suggests. "Put up temporary force field walls and tram stops so they can't go to the side of the station their ship's not on."\n\nCalama seems to ponder that, then glances at you. "This is a brainstorming session, Ensign, you have permission to speak freely."\n\nYou nod, then look at Drayk. "That won't work, eventually they're bound to start wondering what's on the other half of the station and if it's better than what's on their half. And, I mean, they might be right," you add with a shrug. "There's only one casino, and only one relaxation spa, and even if we made sure they each got one, if they heard they couldn't have the other they'd both probably be ticked."\n\n"Mmmn, I admit I didn't think of that," Drayk allows, making a face. "I'd really like to keep them <i>out</i> of Zoomies if at all possible, but it's undeniable that it's the sort of place that gets coveted for shore leave, especially by the likes of these two who would want it for no other reason than that the other had it."\n\n"And I'd similarly like to keep them out of Third Heaven, but it's exactly the same situation," Calama notes dryly. (You notice Drayk seems a little redder than usual at the mention of the spa's name. Kind of cements your suspicions that it's not entirely "legitimate", as it were.) "I think a more complex solution is required, unfortunately. We'll have to use more false walls and some creative tram programming, sectioning the outer ring into more pieces, and scheduling things so that the crews get equal time with all the possible establishments, and that both of them have something they'd likely want each day."\n\nThe entire rest of the shift is spent working on that, and it's nowhere near done even an hour after your own shift was supposed to end. Around that time the Commander glances at the clock on her wall and makes a small face, before she looks at you. "You're dismissed, Ensign."\n\n"Er, are you sure, Commander?" you ask, torn between relief at finally getting to leave, the general feeling you've developed of dedication to the job, the fact you actually like Calama and Drayk and don't want to leave them with all the work, and the fact that you were actually kind of enjoying working on what was essentially a big interconnected logic puzzle.\n\n"I'm sure, this isn't worth keeping three people up all night for."\n\n"Nice to know if it's worth keeping two people up for I'm one of them," Drayk mutters, to herself you think, from where she's hunched over a pad trying to figure out how to make sure that if the negotiations last over two weeks that the Leonoids don't get an extra hour in the casino than the Zebroks do.\n\n"Oh, Ensign," Calama calls as you're almost to the door, giving you a mingled 'yay!' and 'dammit!' reaction as you turn around. "I almost forgot. I will of course naturally be needing your assistance in the leadup to the negotiations, but I'd like you to decide if you feel up to actually being at the negotiations themselves." She smiles a bit as you obviously hesitate. "Like I said, it may involve a bit of 'tanking' in the name of making peace between these people, so I don't want you to feel like you have to. But I do think it would be a valuable learning experience for you... and maybe that human adaptation and thinking outside the box would come in handy."\n\n<hr>\n[[You'll take part.|GGSR17x2]]\n\n[[You'll pass.|GGSR19x1]]

Stripped of all your clothing in Davis's bedroom, he once again avails himself of your body, his large, strong hands moving over your hips, your belly, your ass, squeezing your tits and pinching your nipples, obviously toying with you for his own delight, with you squirming as you desperately try not to enjoy it.\n\n"I think you can swallow this whole beast," Davis practically purrs in your ear, taking one of your hands and guiding it back to grip his cock, your hand unconsciously starting to stroke it as your fingers curl not-quite-all-the-way around the shaft. "But why don't we see if we can give you some help learning to do it?"\n\n"O-... okay," you murmur, swallowing hard as another shiver runs through you at the thought of having that whole thing stuffed down your throat.\n\n"Lay down on the bed on your back, lean your head over the side," Davis instructs you, stepping back and moving to one of the dressers as he does.\n\nCurious and definitely apprehensive about what he might be doing, you nevertheless obey, settling onto the bed and leaning your head back over the side of it, licking your lips nervously as you watch him return. Without a word, just boundless ease and confidence, Davis takes your wrists and pulls your arms together, folding them under your breasts so that they're framed and lifted by your arms. Then he winds the long blue silk scarf he retrieved around your forearms, binding them snugly, the feel of that incredibly soft cloth wrapping around your arms firmly and holding them still. You can't help but squirm a little as you reflexively try the bonds, but though they're silk and not uncomfortable, there's definitely no give. Then you're distracted as he brings his cock right up to your face, rubbing the length of it along your throat as he brings his balls up to your mouth.\n\nObeying his unspoken command, you begin licking and sucking his balls again, just from an entirely different angle this time, with them hanging down against your nose, the thick masculine smell of him seeming to overwhelm you even more. The entire time you can feel his cock laying against the underside of your chin and along your throat, as if demonstrating just how far it's going to go when he makes you suck him right down to the root. And it's so far, oh god he's so hot and heavy laying against you, he's going to stuff that whole massive cock right down your tight little throat that's only ever had Honey's modest one in it.\n\nAs if having read your thoughts, Davis chuckles as he draws back, lightly thumping the thick head of his prick against your chin a few times. "Just think, baby, after this you're gonna be able to swallow that little dick of your husband's without even trying." You make a soft whimpering noise in reply even as you open your mouth wide, accepting his cock into your mouth. The skin bunches slightly around your lips as it stuffs into the tight fit, that large, dark dick gently working back and forth as you squirm on the bed, your tied hands flexing as if looking for something to hold onto. You moan around his cock as he starts toying with your tits again, taking advantage of the lift provided by your arms to squeeze and tease them, fingers stroking around the puffy pink areola and flicking lightly over the stiff nubs of your nipples.\n\nIt's very clear that Davis has face-fucked plenty of girls, because he seems to be a borderline professional at feeding you his prick, continuously pressing just a bit more in and against the opening of your throat each time, gradually stretching it further and forcing it to accept more of him before pulling out and letting you suck in a breath. At the same time you can't help but feel like the way he's doing it is training you, gradually making those breaths between the pumps of his cock reflexive. It's definitely hitting you with the lewdest, most whorish noises that you've ever heard yourself make as you gag and gulp and suck, also a bit more reflexively each time. 'He's turning me into such a slutty cocksucker,' you think half despairingly and half dreamily as he continues to push more and more of his prick down your throat.\n\nYou're powerless to do anything but writhe and squirm on the bed, your hips lifting and wiggling, showing off your gradually wetter and more dripping pussy. Bit by bit he continues steadily working himself forward, until finally with a low, satisfied groan he gives a last push forward and hilts himself in your mouth. Your lips press up agains the root of his cock, his balls pressing against your face and virtually blotting out your vision, so that all you can see or smell or think of is them. You can only imagine how obscenely your throat must be bulged up with his girth, showing off that he's filled it completely, leaving your muscles reflexively trying to swallow him all the rest of the way down in a constant series of hard, intense gulps.\n\nDavis begins rolling his hips in long, smooth strokes, going right from hilting between your lips to steadily fucking your face. You find yourself again learning to reflexively suck in breath in between his pumps without even thinking about it, leaving you to focus entirely on that big black cock pumping into your mouth and down your throat, the feel and smell and sight of his balls slapping against your face, the tight feel of your bound arms hugging your jiggling tits. Without even thinking you wind up bracing your feet a bit, your hips starting to rock in time with his thrusts, matching them as you unconsciously fuck the air, shaking your pussy sluttishly for attention.\n\nYou'd barely even noticed you were doing it, let alone expected to get any of that attention. But then one of Davis's hands is on your pussy, one fingertip teasing and working your clit as skillfully as the fingers of his other hand are working one of your nipples. One long, strong finger pushes into you, pumping in and out in time with the thrusts of his hips as he strums your dripping little pink button, and soon you're cumming hard as you get facefucked, your pussy squirting out into the air, the fluidly combined sensations making it feel as if you're orgasming from your throat as much as your cunt.\n\nYou're so busy cumming repeatedly that you barely notice when Davis starts to throb in your mouth and throat. At least, that is, until he pulls out, groaning in release as he strokes himself and paints your face with long lines of thick, creamy jizz, a fair bit of it splattering on your throat and tits as well, once again making you feel like a porn star as you're decorated all over with his seed.\n\n'Ah... he's right... I don't think I'd even notice Honey's in my throat after that,' you muse a bit foggily as you gather your wits.<<set $bbcscore += 1>><<set $bbcthroatfuck to "true">>\n\n<hr>\n[[On with the weekend!|There2xWeekend1]]

After a moment, you give your head a small shake as you snort again. No... from the sound of it, you've already been taken close to some rather dangerous territory. Going off on your own would be an invitation to being eaten by an owlbear as much as a mountain lion at this point. You're probably much better off sticking with the people with weapons and spells... Zadaan might be tormenting you, but he at least has a reason to keep you alive, unless he wants to walk back to the city.\n\nSpeaking of Zadaan, your ears prick up as you hear his voice raised, as well as that of the woman in the red and white cloak. You lift your head and turn it towards their tent as much as the rope will allow. Definitely sounds like an argument, and a fairly heated one at that. You'd wondered if they were together when they went into the same tent, and were mystified why someone relatively young and absolutely beautiful, and rather kind-seeming, as her would hook up with a shriveled, mean-spirited old man like that. (You're forced to wonder if maybe he's just really good in bed.) Either way, after a moment the woman storms out of the tent, straightening up and wheeling around.\n\n"I don't care if it rains, I'd rather sleep in it than with you!"\n\n"Do as you like, Alanna! Don't drown!" Zadaan snaps back in a way that says he hopes she does.\n\nThe woman huffs, stalking around the capsite. She's currently wearing nothing but a tunic-like white shirt, showing off a lot of long, brown leg and a bit of the sides of her full breasts. She brushes back her shortish white hair (though she only seems to be in her thirties, and said white hair is soft and lustrous), then just huffs and wanders towards you and the other horses. She moves to sit on the log between where several of the ropes are tied, and rests her hands beside her, looking upward with solid white eyes.\n\n"He's so... infuriating," she mutters, then turns her head slightly towards you and smiles wanly. "I have no idea how he talked that girl out of you. I can't see like most people do, but I can see your shape... you're quite beautiful." She lowers her head a bit again, then sighs. "I have no clue how I wound up with that man. Did I make a stupid decision? This party is the first group of people I've known outside the church... what am I doing?" she finishes in an almost despairing tone.\n\nOne of your ears twitches as you watch her and listen to her words. She's obviously deeply upset and feeling like she's in a bad situation... well, you're in a pretty bad situation yourself. Still, it seems like there's something you could do to try and make her feel better... there's no reason she should be miserable just because you are, it's not like she did this to you. On the other hand, she is party members with... and apparently the girlfriend of... the one who did. It's not like you owe her anything.\n\n<hr>\n[[Comfort her.|GGRoguePlaceholder]]\n\n[[Ignore her.|GGRoguePlaceholder]]

<b>December 3, 2018</b>\n* And so we head into the last DW build of 2018. And we start with a few things of [[cherub Jamie and the married woman|ChJa2x1]].\n<b>December 4, 2018</b>\n* Moar cherub Jamie.\n<b>December 6, 2018</b>\n* Eric-as-Commander Erin can now [[agree to let the Raptarran fuck her|TrekF5x3]] in exchange for technological secrets.\n<b>December 7, 2018</b>\n* More Fuck Trek stuff.\n* Eric-Ranma can [[hurry past|FRanX5x3]] the cum-bloated Kasumi in her quest to save Akane.\n<b>December 8, 2018</b>\n* More Ranma stuff, including being able to drain Kasumi instead.\n<b>December 10, 2018</b>\n* Jamie now has answers to give when visiting [[Honesty's Reward|QODS2x4]].\n<b>December 11, 2018</b>\n* Holly can now [[untie one of the reindeer on her roof|HollyXmas5x2]].\n<b>December 12, 2018</b>\n* Jamie can now agree to [[abandon the normal life|QOSuc3x2]] and run off with Mary.\n<b>December 13, 2018</b>\n* More of Jamie's adventures in the isekai world Mary secured for his enjoyment.\n<b>December 14, 2018</b>\n* A bit of a classic, [[Anubilis tormenting Rei|HLSenshi20x1]] (with donkey transformation).\n<b>December 17, 2018</b>\n* Some of the options under Maya and Jamie playing with the [[Magic Book|QOMaya1x1]] have been removed for either being too difficult to convey in this medium, or for overlapping too much with other content.\n* Speaking of which, "Magickez Mozt Forbihden" is now available.\n* Cyan can now purchase the [[Lone Survivor|GGMCE8x1]] costume from the clothing emporium.\n<b>December 19, 2018</b>\n* Some stuff for Cyan to do with [[Poison Alter|GG-FF-PAStart]] in SIMFITE.\n<b>December 20, 2018</b>\n* Eric-as-Homura can now [[patrol the halls|Homura1x3]] after taking the palace guard job.\n<b>December 21, 2018</b>\n* More of Jamie and Maya poking at the Forbidden Magic section of the book. (Jamie has also been given a last name. Unless I have already given him a last name and forgotten it, in which case I am a doof.)\n<b>December 26, 2018</b>\n* Cyan can now elect to [[get some toys|GGParent3x8]] to enhance her toying with Karen.\n<b>December 31, 2018</b>\n* Cyan can suggest she and her mother [[calm down|GGCandy4x1]] after their blue candy-fueled futa fucking.

Without a word, you step forward and wrap your arms around Dancer's middle. The height difference means you pretty much have to rest your head on her breasts, but you do so without embarrassment, instinctively tucking your head to avoid poking her with your antlers. You can feel a little stiffness of shock at first... but then she relaxes and wraps her strong arms around you as well, squeezing you against her.\n\n"I'll do my best to make you proud," you say quietly, tightening your arms briefly.\n\n"... Good job so far," Dancer says, that powerful voice seeming a little bit thick as she pats your back. After a moment the both of you step back, and Dancer clears her throat. "Alright, let me show you the way home."\n\nThe two of you step out through a door and into the open. The snow is thick on the ground here, but only by an inch or so... you'd expect much worse conditions, especially since it is the North Pole after all. But the cold isn't too bad and the snow is drifting down gently from overhead, where the night sky is lit up more brilliantly than you've ever seen it. You stare up for quite awhile as the two of you walk, then ahead as you notice lights. There are a number of houses in a very loose cluster, with lots of space between them... in fact they only really look clustered at all because there's so much space out here. They look a little odd, and as you get closer, you realize that because they're as wide and long as a decently-sized private ski chalet might be, they're much, much taller, giving them a stretched-out look.\n\n"You must have a lot of questions," Dancer ventures as you start to get closer to one of them that's closer to a mountain than the rest.\n\n"I... guess, but only one comes to mind at the moment," you reply, tilting your head. "I heard Santa call a few of the names I know, but he also called names like 'Hercules', and there was that 'Pounder' guy. I kinda wonder why, well, you and Donner weren't on the team tonight?"\n\n"There are more than eight of us, obviously. Basically a small town's worth at least," Dancer replies as she steps into a break in the snow, a shoveled walk... that largely seems to have been created just by shoveling snow out from a path in front of the house, since it's just packed tundra underneath. "Santa cycles through everyone who's in sleigh shape, except the lead obviously, who's always been Rudy for the last eighty years or so considering his gift that you've inherited. Probably partly what went to his head," she adds in a mutter as she turns the knob and pushes open the door. The interior is simple, but extremely cozy and homey, with a very understated Christmas theming that makes your heart happy as you step in out of the snow. "So you'll probably practice with just about everyone, and Santa will announce the chosen eight in late August or early September so you can all buckle down and study."\n\nYou're not sure what 'studying' for delivering presents on Christmas Eve involves, but you suppose that you'll find out eventually. You stop on the indoor mat and dust some snow off yourself, glancing around. No wonder the ceilings are so heigh... between Dancer's actual height and her antlers, they have to be, especially to give her roughly as much clearance as an average height human would have in a place with tall ceilings. "So where's, um... 'Dad'?" you ask as you shut the door behind you.\n\nDancer pauses on her way towards what looks like the kitchen, then sighs softly and turns towards you and rests her hands on her hips. "Donner is out celebrating with some of his friends, and likely hasn't even heard about the situation with Rudy yet. And I'd advise you not to call him that, until if and when he says he's alright with it," she adds, just a bit of pain in her eyes. Then her eyes warm and she actually smiles some as she says, "Feel free to call me 'Mother', or even 'Mom', if you like, Holly. I don't mind."\n\n"... I guess that old claymation cartoon didn't get everything wrong, huh?" you say quietly as you follow her into the kitchen.\n\n"... Unfortunately no." Dancer's voice is quiet as she opens a cupboard and takes down a pair of foil-wrapped cubes, setting them on the counter as she takes out a pot and rests it on the stove. "Donner... is not always the most understanding male. Rudy's difference, and his failure to fit in with the other boys, they didn't sit well with a big, strong reindeer's reindeer like Donner," she continues as she unwraps the cubes, revealing that they're made of chocolate that she rests in the pot. Keeping her eyes on her task, she waits until after you've taken a seat at the kitchen table before she continues. "So they didn't get on. Never did. Of course, Donner was very proud when Rudy was chosen as team lead... but I suppose that it's in a way unfortunate that the real Rudy wasn't as simple-minded as the darling little creature in that cartoon," Dancer says dryly, shaking her head. \n\nAs she starts stirring the chocolate, she looks over at you. "He saw his father's 'I like you now that you're useful and beloved' hypocrisy for what it was, and never let him... or the others who'd bullied him, forget it." She looks back to the pot, quiet for a moment more, then says, "To be honest, that's probably where things started to go bad. He was a sweet boy, once, even if he was so sad about being bullied. The fact that everyone suddenly flip-flopped and started sucking up to him, and he could see right through it..."\n\n"... Yeah, it's not a shock he'd use the opportunity to rub their faces in it," you murmur quietly.\n\n"Which went over with Donner about like you'd expect," Dancer says, dryly now as she pours the chocolate into a pair of mugs and walks over to set one in front of you, sitting down as well. "Of course in public he was as proud a papa as he could be. In private he found fault with Rudy wherever he could, trying to puncture that ego. Which just made Rudy respond with more ego, and more passive-aggressive bragging about how he'd achieved what his father never had."\n\n"... I promise to try and not let anything go to my head?" you offer quietly after several sips of your hot chocolate.\n\n"Heh. Well, you've had a different life than Rudy, so... maybe this is a way for all of us to start over. Him, you, us." Dancer goes quiet, looking out the window for a long time as the two of you drink in silence. Finally though she sets her cup down. "You probably ought to get to bed, you've had a long day, and Vixen will no doubt be dropping by tomorrow to yap at you. I'll show you to your room."\n\nShe leads you upstairs, to a door that you're surprised to see has a carved plaque reading 'Holly' on it, complete with carved holly vines around it. They can't possibly have worked that fast, so it must be Santa's magic that's responsible. Dancer opens the door and gestures you in, and you step inside to take a look around. It's a lot like you'd expect of a bedroom, with virtually everything made out of pine wood, a dresser, desk, wardrobe, and full-length mirror. You're a bit surprised to see that instead of a bed there's a large pile of loose hay in one corner, but, well, you guess there are some allowances to being a reindeer.\n\n"Goodnight, Holly, get some good sleep," Dancer says as you walk over to take a seat on the hay, bouncing a little to judge how packed it is. "Tomorrow's a rest day, but after that is a big day too."\n\nYou blink and look up at her. "Oh? What day is that?"\n\n"We start getting ready for next Christmas," she answers as she steps back, flicking the light switch off as she closes the door.\n\nYou stare into the darkness for a moment, then laugh quietly to yourself as you undo your bikini bottoms and harness. Of course.\n\n<hr>\n[[Continue.|HollyXmas]]

You feel some anger stirring in you, your nose actually glowing a bit brighter as you stop squirming and square your shoulders. "Now listen here!" you snap back, looking up at the reindeer who just spoke and meeting his gaze unflinchingly. "I may be new, but I am the team lead! I'm not trying to have an ego, but I'm not going to just get... pushed around by you guys either, no matter how much of a rookie I am!"\n\nYou can see most of them bristling (literally), smirks turning to scowls. You take a deep breath and brace yourself as a few of them start to lean in, before a voice from further back says flatly, "Is there a problem here?" The voice is a bit low, but obviously feminine, and from the very first word every single male reindeer freezes, several of them actually widening their eyes in rather obvious fear. Quickly they step back from you, the ring opening up to show a reindeer taller than any of them... and with a more muscular build, despite the fact that a pair of huge furry boobs are propped up and pressed together by her folded arms, the fronts of them covered by a green leather bikini top. Her antlers are particularly impressive, their prongs decorated with a number of what look like small Christmas tree ornaments of snowflakes and bells.\n\n"... No problem, Dancer," one of them says after clearing his throat. "Just, you know, teasing the rookie a bit."\n\n"I see." Dancer slowly makes her way towards him, the ornaments on her horns clinking and ringing softly. All of the other reindeer (except you) quickly go scampering away from him, leaving him frozen in place and looking like he's barely resisting the urge to hunch in on himself as she approaches, standing at least a head taller than him. "Teasing."\n\n"Just a little teasing," he says quietly, trying for a sheepish smile though it shakes a bit.\n\n"Because you know how I feel about <i>bullying</i>," Dancer says evenly, though the emphasis she puts on that word makes him flinch. "Don't you, Pounder?"\n\n"... yes ma'am..." Pounder replies faintly, giving a tiny nod, as if afraid any more motion would draw reprisal.\n\n"Good. Keep it in mind," she continues, briefly raising her gaze to where the others are clustered, all of them nodding emphatically to show that they understand she's talking to all of them. You almost shrink a bit yourself as her intense gaze turns to you, though she straightens up and seems to deliberately relax her shoulders, hands moving to rest on her toned, furry hips. "Holly?"\n\n"Um, yes ma'am."\n\n"I'm Dancer. Come with me." She turns around, displaying an equally toned if still somewhat generous rear in her green leather bikini bottoms, heading for a door on the other side of the hangar. With one last glance at the others, you hurry after her. "Santa called ahead and told me about the situation," she continues as the two of you start walking along a long, warm wooden hallway. "I'm Rudy's mother."\n\n"... Oh," you acknowledge a little quietly. "... Um. I'm sorry," you add, since you're not really sure what else to say in the face of that.\n\n"It's fine," she replies evenly, though letting out a gusty sigh. "Rudy obviously hadn't been happy for awhile, though he acted smug enough for three reindeer. They seem so different, but in the end he's his father's son," she adds, rolling her eyes a little. "Or was. Now we have you."\n\n"... Um?" you stop in place, staring at her until she stops as well and turns to face you. "Me?"\n\n"Yes. Santa told you he switched you and Rudy's roles in the world, right?" At your slow nod, Dancer continues. "Well that means you're Holly the Red-" She briefly flicks her eyes down to your chest before focusing them back on your face. "-Nosed Reindeer. He was the son of Dancer and Donner, so now you're the daughter of Dancer and Donner. It's our job to look after you and hopefully raise you up into a proper reindeer capable of being a role model to the ones to come after." She hesitates, then sighs and raises a hand to rub at the side of her neck. "And hopefully do a better job than we were doing with Rudy. I don't know where we went wrong, really." She shakes her head, eyes closing briefly before she continues. "But. If you can't stomach that, then we can find you a place in the reindeer dorms to stay, and it can be strictly business between us."\n\n<hr>\n[["That... seems for the best."|HollyXmas]]\n\n[[Hug your mom.|HollyXmas10x6]]

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

As you finally start catching your breath, you take a few deeper ones, then let one out in a long rush. ... No, this is your own fault. You untied Rudy and let him go running off. You almost ruined Christmas. Santa was right... since you're the one who created the problem, it's up to you to solve it. And you can't just sulk your way through it... this is Christmas! You have to do the best job you can! You straighten your back and square your shoulders, leaving your tits jutting out proudly once again and shining their near-literal headlights into the night. You'll show them who can... reindeer!\n\nWhen Santa emerges from the chimney and returns to his sleigh, he snags the reins and gives them a shake. "On Pounder, on Bruiser, on Holly!" This time at the sound of your name you immediately burst into a sprint for the edge of the roof, feeling the harness yank taut on you much faster and more firmly than before. You noticed there was a shaky little drop the last time as you ran off the edge, so this time you shove upwards as you get to the corner of the roof, launching yourself up already at an angle and pulling everyone up and away. This time there are no whipcracks striking your ass, but because you're kind of anticipating them you notice a faint tug on the leather straps attached to your harness. Letting yourself be turned by them, you bank around, heading for a set of low clouds in the distance. The light from your nose (and nipples) luckily cuts through the murk of the clouds, and you're able to show the team the way through them, and down through the cold blowing winds to the next roof.\n\nOver the night you keep trying your best, paying attention to what works and what doesn't. It's tiring, but you get the feeling that you're doing a good job at least, to judge by the way Santa seems peppier as he hops off the sleigh to do his deliveries as the night goes on. You almost jump when you get a pat on the shoulder while he's in a house, and turn a bit to see one of the reindeer behind you offering you one of those waterskins like you've seen in fantasy movies. Nodding gratefully, you accept it and pop it open, downing a goodly amount of... apple cider? Oh, well, still, cold and quenching and it helps. You pass it back after a moment, shoring yourself up as Santa returns.\n\nAfter a dozen or so more deliveries (at least it seems like, they all seem to blur together), Santa emerges from the chimney, but rather than going back to the sleigh, instead approaches you. "Well! We're almost done for the night, but I must say, Holly, you've done an amazing job! You may have originally wound up guiding my sleigh by making a problem, but you improved more in one night than Rudy did in a decade! I daresay in a few more Christmases you'd be doing a better job than he ever did! Which is why I'd like to offer you that chance!"\n\n"I... what?" you ask, blinking.\n\n"Yes, why don't you take over the role of lead reindeer permanently? Rudy clearly hasn't been happy with it for some time now, so I'll trade his role for yours. What do you say? Not only a truly rewarding vocation... helping make Christmas happen... but you'll get to live at the North Pole, where it's Christmas Eve every day! Oh, and immortality, you'll get that too," he adds a bit absently. "But there are many, many benefits to being one of my reindeer besides that! So what do you say? Holly, with your nips so bright, won't you guide my sleigh tonight? And every Christmas after?" he adds, offering you one mittened hand.\n\nYour head spins a little. You're being offered the chance for a holiday nut like you's dream... living a life to make a holiday happen! And... giving up your normal life to be a reindeer girl, who hauls a sleigh around practically in the altogether. It's hard work, but... you think of all the children that got presents because you were here, and... oh gosh, what do you do?\n\n<hr>\n[[Accept.|HollyXmas10x4]]\n\n[[Refuse.|HollyXmas]]

Your eyes actually start to wander down towards his crotch just to see what might be involved, before you yank your head back up and blurt, "No, we can't!" Clearing your throat, you step back and tug a few times at your clothes to make sure everything's in order. "I mean, we can't just leave Santa in the chimney, we have to get him out right away!"\n\n"Boring," Rudy huffs, shaking his head. "Sorry, gorgeous, I haven't gotten any human pussy in about fifty years, I'm not missing out on a perfectly good chance now," he announces, turning and walking to the edge of the roof.\n\n"What?! Hey, wait!" you squeak, reaching out towards him.\n\n"Bye~!" he calls, just before leaping into the air and soaring off, leaving a trail of twinkling sparkles in the air behind him, a surprisingly bright swath of red light proceeding him. \n\nYou stare after the departed reindeer with a slack jaw, before turning to look at the other eight, who all shrug in near-unison. Apparently they're not at all surprised, and not particularly inclined to be helpful. While you're still furiously trying to think of what to do, you hear a sudden <i>pop</i>, and jump a little as Santa suddenly lands on the rooftop beside you. "Hoo! Been awhile since I got stuck, I almost forgot that little trick!" he chuckles cheerfully, patting his belly. "Oh my! Merry Christmas, Holly, I..." Santa trails off at your horrified expression, then slowly turns his head to look towards his sleigh... which is missing its lead reindeer. He turns back to look at you, his naturally jolly face now stern. "Holly, what did you do?"\n\n"U-um, well, Rudy said... he said if I untied you, he'd help me get you free," you answer sheepishly, squirming in place. "... but he just ran off..." you add, deciding not to add his stated reason why.\n\nSanta lets out a long huff. "Well of course he did. He was such a sweet little boy when he first started out, but look at him, just a mere eighty years later and he's turned into quite the rebellious teenager."\n\n"I'm sorry, Santa," you whimper. "Will... will you be able to call him back, or go on without him, or...?"\n\n"There are several very obscured areas I have to pass through to complete my deliveries," Santa announces gravely. "But Rudy will have flown off wherever he likes by now, and I don't have the time to track him down. I'm afraid that I'm going to have to insist you replace him."\n\n"... Buh?" you murmur, your brain just refusing to process that comment.\n\n"I try to be understanding, especially at Christmas, but in this case the need is great. As the person who caused this issue, it simply makes sense that you be the one to rectify it, so I'm afraid I'll have to insist," Santa explains, clapping his mittened hands together.\n\nYou draw back a little, then yelp and cover yourself with your hands as your clothes abruptly disappear, leaving you standing naked on the rooftop. Then you're overcome with the urge to squirm as a strange, soft, ticklish sensation runs all through your body. You look down at yourself, your eyes widening as you watch creamy fur sprouting from your front, darkening to the color of lightly-baked gingerbread as it moves to your sides. "H-hey!" you protest, then mmf as you feel a strange pressure in your face and at the top of your head. You pull your hands up, leaving your newly fuzzy crotch and tits bare as you reach up to touch your face, feeling it press out into the same sort of short muzzle that leaves the other reindeer with such a humanish expression, although yours does feel more slender and tapered. At the growing weight atop your head, you reach up to feel the velvety antlers pushing out from amidst your hair. A bright light starts up in front of your face, and you're unable to help crossing your eyes as your newly velvety and largely flat nose starts glowing brightly. Then you feel a fullness and tingling lower down and lower your head, staring as your nipples puff up, areola growing thicker and plumper, and starting to glow bright red too. You can even see some red light shining out from amidst the cream-colored fur now covering your crotch!\n\nFrom nowhere a pair of red bikini bottoms appears and wraps around said crotch, leather side-ties making them skimpier than the ones the boys are wearing magically knotting themselves high on your hips. You let out a rather reindeer-ish snort of shock as a jingle-bell harness wraps itself around your chest as well, crossing between your tits in an X, hefting them up high and jutting them out rather proudly. You give another yelp as the leather ties from the sleigh rise up, wiggling in the air a bit like snakes before they dart forward and attach to the back of the harness, hauling you back into place. You're still standing there, a little numb with shock at your transformation into a reindeer-girl, as Santa moves back to climb into the sleigh.\n\n"Alright! Now, we're already a bit behind schedule, so let's see if we can make up some time! On Comet, on Hercules, on Holly!"\n\nYou shift nervously, glancing over your shoulder, wondering if it's too much to ask for that you can at least get like a Christmas-themed leather bikini top or something. "... um...?"\n\nSanta heaves another sigh. "Oh dear. I haven't had to use this in quite awhile, but I suppose with an utter newbie on the team there's not much help for it." You see him rummage for something in the sleigh, and come up with it a bit out of sight. Then there's a crack, and you yelp loudly as the tip of a whip impacts neatly on one of your asscheeks, just where the bottoms aren't covering it. "ON HOLLY!"\n\nYou take off running, really more out of pure instinct than anything else, feeling the straps from the sleigh go tight and the weight on the harness at your chest. The harness doesn't do much to provide real support, though, your big furry tits jiggling and bouncing, their glowing red nipples swinging merrily as you go hurtling off the edge of the roof, and as much to your surprise as anything else, go soaring into the sky. You squeak as the tip of the whip impacts on your ass again, your buttock flexing as you twist around, instinctively moving to turn the sleigh and guide it on the path Santa wants. Several more times along the flight, that whip goes whistling through the air and cracks you on the ass, making you obey its subtle commands without question, feeling the cold wind whistling across your fur, stroking your bare body and breasts. Luckily it doesn't seem to be uncomfortable, despite your lack of coverage... in fact your nipples feel warm, the snow doing little but making them feel damp... as if you constantly had a pair of mouths wrapped gently around them about to begin suckling and licking. Getting your ass whipped, having your nipples stimulated as your tits jiggle all around without discomfort... you wonder if anyone can see that you're blushing under this fur?\n\nEventually the whipcracks guide you down towards a rooftop, which stretches and elongates to become a proper runway as you come in for a landing. You slump a little, huffing and panting as Santa dismounts from the sleigh. He pats you on the shoulder in passing. "There there, you've done well so far. Even Rudy's first landing was a bit rougher than that." Then he hops up the chimney and dives down it without another word.\n\nYou can feel all the other reindeer staring at you... well, maybe leering at you, you think, straightening up and folding your arms across your bare tits, resisting the urge squirm in embarrassment and thus shake your ass (especially since it's still stinging a little from a few of those whipcracks). This is so embarrassing, and humiliating, not to mention hard work! While you don't seem to be getting any sort of frostbite, or soreness from your tits being unrestrained and bouncing, you definitely feel the exertion from running through the sky, and it is cold... not to mention the stimulation from your (glowing) nipples, and the inside of the bikini bottoms rubbing against your pussy as you move. No wonder Rudy ran off!\n\n<hr>\n[[Try to just get through it.|HollyXmas]]\n\n[[Try to escape.|HollyXmas]]\n\n[[Try to do the best you can.|HollyXmas10x3]]

"Uh, how about I just untie one of you? Like you? Then we can get Santa out together," you suggest. "I mean, I don't... want to hold him up having to redo everyone's tether, right?"\n\n"Hm, well, guess that makes sense," Rudy agrees so easily that you can't help but be a little suspicious. But he just smiles winningly and turns to show you the back of his harness again. "So, if you would...?"\n\nNodding a little uncertainly, you step forward and reach up to the harness. The leather straps are surprisingly soft and supple, and really it only takes a few tugs before they're slipping off. Rudy immediately stretches his arms and rolls his shoulders, though, as if a weight had been taken off of him. "Mmmm! Thanks a ton, gorgeous, it's always a rare treat to get to do a bit of walking about on Christmas night."\n\n"I'm glad you're enjoying it," you reply, trying for neutral but unable to help smiling a bit. "Well, let's get Santa out," you note, turning to walk towards the chimney... only to squeak and jump as Rudy's hand slips out to give one of your asscheeks a firm, obviously deliberate squeeze. Blushing furiously, you whirl around, to find him standing very close and giving you that charming smile. You swallow hard, suddenly remembering one of the reasons those former boyfriends were so often successful at talking you out of your panties no matter how annoyed you were... they were all really hot, and you can't help but find smug grins sexy. Rudy may be a bit, ah, different from the rest due to being taller, having antlers, and covered in fur, but he's still really handsome, really sexy, practically naked, and giving you a truly smug grin that has your pussy almost dripping already.\n\n"C'mon, what's the rush? We've got plenty of time," he practically purrs, reaching out his hands to rest them on your hips and rub slowly. "Tell you what, why don't we have a little Christmas quickie? Just you and me... well, and I guess the other eight watching, but don't mind them," Rudy asks with a quick glance at the chuckling team still tied to the sleigh. He looks back at you, big dark eyes gleaming as he looks into your own. "Once in a lifetime chance, a sweet little secret that will be all yours for the rest of your life."\n\n<hr>\n[["... yeah okay..."|HollyXmas]]\n\n[["... how about just a blowjob?"|HollyXmas]]\n\n[["... We can't!"|HollyXmas10x2]]

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

After a moment you shake your head and resume walking. In the end that seems more like just your standard haggling and outraged customer than anything else. That's not something you'd normally involve yourself in, so best to continue that trend. \n\nAs you continue walking along you eventually find yourself approaching the gate where you entered. Well, you suppose it's not surprising that you kind of wound up following landmarks that seemed a little familiar, and since you've only really been from this gate to the church other than your wanderings, it makes sense you'd wind up back here. As you approach, it sounds like there are two people talking... all male, from the sound of it, though there are two rougher and one a bit more soft.\n\n"But I've made this pilgrimage every year and it's never cost so much! I'm supposed to get a message from the city council if they raise rates and fees like that!"\n\n"Well it's a brand new tax," one of the guards says, with a bit of a sneer in his voice. "One for gate maintenance. We need to keep the gate in good condition, right?"\n\n"You look plump enough and richly-dressed enough, surely you can afford it, right?" Both the guards let out a bark of laughter as the man (who really does look quite well-attired, and there's a carriage nearby that looks expensive) flushes red. "What's the matter? Afraid you won't be able to afford a sixth helping of dessert?"\n\n"I am just coming to renew the vows of my religion, this is intolerable!"\n\n"Please, you're applying for a worshiper's permit but I bet you're coming in to sell. You're lucky we don't report you or have you banned outright, you sweaty little goblin. Now pay or run along!" one of the guards adds, jerking his body slightly towards the man and making him jump.\n\n<hr>\n[[Intervene.|GGMonk1x15]]\n\n[[Move along.|GGMonk]]

Okay, for having accidentally gotten knocked up, obviously you'd want to go to a doctor... when you go through nine months of pregnancy in the two hours after getting knocked up, which occurred in the basement of a supposedly haunted house in front of a demonic altar, maybe it's time to get the Lord involved, you have to admit. Wincing a little, you push off of the fence and waddle your way towards the church a few blocks down, puffing and gripping your swollen stomach.\n\nYou're a little surprised to see that not only are the front doors open at 5:30 AM, but someone's already inside. You're actually not sure what denomination this place is, but the man standing in front of the cross at the front is a fairly young, good-looking guy with short brown hair, wearing a white collar and a black hybrid coat/robe... honestly he's dressed a little bit like Neo or something. When he turns and walks towards you, a lifetime of the internet has conditioned you to expect at best pity, at worst a fire and brimstone lecture about how you're a whore and going straight to Hell any second now. Instead he just gives a gentle smile. "Good morning, child, how may I help you?"\n\nYou open your mouth to speak, then shudder as a rush of pleasure runs through you, a thought springing full-formed and slamming through your brain. 'Suck his cock.' You quiver a little at the strength of it, not unlike how it felt last night just before you did the same to Jack. 'Suck his cock, he probably has a big, thick cock that would feel so good in your mouth, it would taste so good, suck his cock, suck his cock, suck his cock...'\n\n<hr>\n[[Suck his cock.|GGHH]]\n\n[[Control yourself.|GGHH14x4]]

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

You really, really, really need someone to help with this. You pray fervently for help, worrying your lower lip with your teeth and keeping your head bowed as you can feel the sun starting to warm you through the window.\n\nThen you raise your head and blink as a strange energy fills the air. The rising sun has come up enough that the entire cross is backlit by it, the window glittering and shining with its designs. In the fall of light around the cross, there's a brighter set of lights coalescing, little glittering sparkles of pure white that all draw together, and then 'burst' outward into a slender figure wrapped in white and gold cloth. He appears in his early or mid teens, with long, amazingly golden hair. He spreads a pair of feathery white wings behind him to catch the sun's gold and silver light, his beautiful lips curled in a smile as he opens his eyes, which are slowly fading between every color you've ever seen anyone have.\n\n"Rejoice, for I am Shotiel!" the almost stereotypical angel says, raising his hands, sunlight gleaming off the golden bracers around his wrists. "I have come in your time of need, to answer your prayers, and assist you in the name of the greatest of all the gods!" He gives his wings a little flutter, then lowers his hands, leaving one up and giving it a little waggle. "Hi, John!"\n\n"Hello again, Shotiel," the priest says with a smile, nodding genially to the angel. "I suppose you understand the situation?"\n\n"I do." The angel turns to you, looking your shocked, staring face up and down, then pointing. "Though you have never come to the great god before your time of need, and you have allowed yourself to be swayed by the forces of evil, our Lord will not turn his back on you! You have in sincerity asked for help, and it shall be given! But hereafter you must devote your life to the great god and spread his word!"\n\n"... Seems fair?" you manage, smiling a little wanly.\n\nShotiel just stares at you for a moment... then laughs. Or, well, more like giggles, putting a hand over his mouth. He's actually way cuter than he is handsome, you realize. "Well! That's an honest answer, and a smart one too! Yes, it is only fair!" He flaps his wings lightly a few times, resting his hands on his hips. "Alright then! We shall have a purification ceremony! Please remove your clothing."\n\n"Er... okay," you answer, standing up and hesitantly peeling off your shirt. Your enlarged tits almost flop against your belly when they're freed, milk leaking steadily from the swollen nipples and running down the curves as you undo your jeans and push them and your panties down, trying not to lose your balance. It's rather embarrassing to be naked in front of a priest and an angel, especially in your state, but you guess it makes sense for a purification ceremony.\n\n"Good, good, don't worry, we'll soon destroy that demonspawn inside you!" Shotiel chirps.\n\n<hr>\n[[Well that's a relief!|GGHH]]\n\n[[... destroy?|GGHH14x6]]

"Look, I just don't think you understand," you explain in an utterly reasonable tone, putting a hand to your chest. "This is all a big mistake anyway. I'm just a very social creature, you see."\n\n"Oh?" Jasmine puts her hands on her hips. "Being a social creature made you bully that girl so badly that it made the newspaper?"\n\n"The <i>back pages</i>," you note, rolling your eyes. It's not like it had a headline, or anything, geez. "That was all blown sooooo out of proportion, it really wasn't a big deal at all. Some people just react badly to, you know, my obvious leadership presence, they get all intimidated by it but that's on them! It's not my fault they feel overwhelmed by my natural charisma!"\n\n"Leadership presence. Natural charisma." The tall woman quirks an eyebrow. "So, really, if you had to pick a phrase to describe yourself...?"\n\n<hr>\n[[Queen bee.|MeanFarm2x2]]\n\n[[Leader of the pack.|MeanWolf1x1]]\n\n[[Wild mustang.|MeanFarm]]\n\n[[Mistress.|MeanFarm]]

"I'm sort of like the queen bee. I'm the most important one around, and I have all my adoring subjects who flock to me for my wisdom and knowledge," you declare smugly, putting your fingertips lightly to your chest and smirking.\n\n"Oh, is that what a queen bee is?" Jasmine says drolly. \n\n"Well <i>yeah</i>! She's the most important one, everyone must love her and worship her! She runs things, after all!"\n\n"I think you have a bit to learn about bees, sweetheart. Let's start your education off on the right foot, then," she announces, raising a hand and snapping her fingers.\n\n"What's that supposed to meeEEEAN?!" you yelp as you suddenly and rapidly lose several inches of height, your clothing turning baggy. Your eyes go wide and you stare at her, too shocked to really do anything as you more steadily but quickly begin to get smaller and smaller, your clothing starting to swim on you. You give a yelp as your shirt and bra collapse in on you, pinning you against the fabric of your panties as you finally start squirming and thrashing, but far too late for it to do anything. Your movements at first make quick bunches and motions in the fabric, but soon it becomes too heavy to even do that, pinning you completely as you let out helpless, tiny shrieks in your cloth prison.\n\nThen the blouse is lifted away and you're being scooped up, sitting naked and splayed in the massive palm of a hand as Jasmine straightens up, smirking down at you. You stare up at her with a slack jaw... she's enormous! Or rather, you're tiny, like a plastic soldier or a...\n\n... a bug.\n\n"Don't worry, sugar," Jasmine declares, her voice now booming around you and her palm shaking like a minor earthquake beneath you as she starts to walk. "You'll learn a lot more about a queen bee's role here in a minute."\n\n<hr>\n[["What?! This is insane!"|MeanFarm]]\n\n[["Wait! Please! I'm sorry!"|MeanFarm]]

"I..." You pause, unable to help running a hand over the swell of your stomach. You swallow, looking down at it. "Destroyed? Is that... is that really necessary?"\n\n"They're demons, Cyan," Shotiel points out, frowning a little. "They'll only cause harm if-"\n\n"Shotiel," the priest interrupts gently. "As traumatic as this has all been, this child is the one who feels life growing inside her. It likely does not seem as black and white to her."\n\n"Well." The angel continues to frown, looking back and forth between him and you. "Listen, right now, at best what is in you is a half-demon, not the child of you and that boy-"\n\n"But the other half is me, right?" you whisper, biting your lower lip as you look at him through your lashes.\n\n"... Yyyyyyes, sort of," he admits with a sigh, shoulders and wings slumping a little. "Alright, I suppose I can't exactly deny feelings of a mother's compassion, that's what the great god is all about." He glances over his shoulder and up, actually mouthing 'This is your fault' towards the window before looking back at you. "Alright, there <i>is</i> another way, but it's a bit risky and will involve a lot of sacrifice on your part. You'll have to give up your old life completely for at least a year, starting right now. No transition period, no getting to say goodbye, you'll just have to leave today. The process for making sure these offspring aren't born as evil demons will be long, tiring, and probably very embarrassing. But if you're willing to put up with all of that to give them a chance, then I shall bless you and make this possible."\n\nYou admit to waffling over it... but only for a few seconds. Then you nod. "If... if I can give them a chance, then I will. I'll do anything."\n\n"Alright then. There's a special facility that John will drive you to shortly, then. But first, we need to begin the process." So saying, Shotiel unclips the golden symbols at his shoulders and allows his white cloth garb to drop to the ground, completely baring his lean, toned, somewhat androgynously pretty body. Well, one part's not androgynous. Your eyes widen at the sight of a very long, very thick cock and large sack, all of them as smooth and hairless as the rest of his body. Your eyes widen further as it begins to slowly, steadily rise up, jutting towards you. "Suck on this, please," Shotiel says evenly.\n\n"W-what?" you squeak, glancing at John, who has his face schooled to passivity despite the blush on his cheeks. You look back at the naked, erect angel, repeating a little "What?!"\n\n"A direct, sudden influx of angelic energy would destroy the gestating half-demons," Shotiel says evenly, even as an almost literally perlescent drop of pre gathers at the tip of his long, pretty prick. "But if you instead intake that energy regularly, passing it along to them indirectly, it will eventually purify them. They may even become half-angels instead. But it means that you'll have to suck me or another angel off at least several times a day, every day, for the next year."\n\n"Oh," you say a bit faintly. Well... he did say it would likely be rather embarrassing. Still, you've made your choice. Settling heavily onto your knees in front of Shotiel, you carefully reach out, laying one hand on his hip and wrapping another around him. You somehow feel like you ought to explode or start speaking in tongues from touching an angel's cock, but nothing happens other than it feeling surprisingly pleasant to the touch, very warm and with such soft skin wrapped around the stiffness below. You glance up at those ever-shifting eyes, shivering and feeling your pussy starting to drip again as you lean forward and lick the tip. His pre tastes... amazing, somehow tingly and smooth at the same time, like that single drop coats your tongue. You press your lips over the head, starting to bob up and down, matching his gaze and blushing at his adorable smile as you gulp down more and more of his divine prick.\n\nYou mmf a bit as it touches the back of your throat, and Shotiel puts a hand on the back of your head. Somehow the gentle pressure he uses allows him to slide his pole down your throat almost effortlessly, and you feel no discomfort, just a strange, almost lightheaded euphoria at feeling the warmth radiating out from it inside your throat. You keep going until your nose bumps against his crotch, then start bobbing your head several inches back and forth, swallowing and gulping just as eagerly as you did last night. Shotiel continues to smile beatifically down at you, occasionally stroking your hair or brushing it away from his face.\n\nYou're not sure whether it's something special about him or the simple knowledge that you made an angel cum, but when he closes his eyes and gasps outa warm rush of something truly ambrosial filling your mouth, you orgasm too, your body trembling, a light gush of milk squirting from your overfull tits and dribbling down onto your heavily pregnant belly. You draw back, flushed and panting, as Shotiel's cock goes limp again, gently drooping back into place, and his garments lift back up and wrap back around him with a gesture of his hands. \n\n"Alright, I'll see you a bit later today," Shotiel chirps, before disappearing in a shower of silvery sparkles.\n\nThe priest... John... gently drapes some white robes around you, the garments large enough to drape over (but obviously not conceal) your massive baby belly. "Here, come with me," he says gently, helping you to your feet again and leading you back down the stairs.\n\nSoon you're sitting in the front seat of a roomy car, trying to rest and sort through your thoughts as John drives. You shift a little in your seat, distracted... your mind keeps wandering back to how wet your pussy is, how turned-on you are. And how easy-access it is, how you'd just need to reach under the flap of the robes to get to it...\n\n<hr>\n[[Focus.|GGHH]]\n\n[[Masturbate.|GGHH]]

<b>Devious World</b> Build Alpha 99-F\n\nDevious World is a Choose Your Own Adventure style game. Thus there is no combat and no puzzles. It's purely about enjoying the story and getting to the good stuff without having to worry about grinding your stats or bumping into an overpowered monster for your level.\n\nDevious World is also an adult game, intended for mature audiences. It is entirely a work of fiction; all characters are fictional, all situations are fictional, nothing is drawn from real life. Fantasy is heavily stressed over reality. All characters are written by a legal adult, so should be considered to be portrayed by legal adults whatever their stated ages in the narrative may be.\n\nThis game primarily focuses around normal, everyday people who tend to go out and encounter very unusual, unique things. For some of them these may simply be extraordinary and interesting opportunities they've previously only seen in movies, for others it may be something they never even imagined. Sometimes their choices lead to very sensible, rational differences in what happens... sometimes their choices lead them to wildly divergent paths. \n\nOnce you the player make a choice, the character lives in a world where only what happens and what they learn from that choice exists... the world as it is following one choice could be completely different than the one in which they made another choice. Storylines are not canon to each other.\n\n[[I am over 18 and I wanna play!|CharGenMain]]\n\n[[Useful information|IntroInfo]]\n\n[[Fetish List]]\n\n[[Acknowledgements]]\n\n[[Version History]]\n\n[[Disclaimer]]

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

Deciding to just throw in some zaniness, you haul back your arm and bowl with all your strength. "Yaaaaaaaaaa!" you call cheerfully, albeit a bit put-off since it winds up sounding strange in the abandoned arcade full of its slightly echoing bleeps and chirps in the darkness. It somehow makes the quick rattle of the ball across the surface seem louder, the impact of it as it bounces on the board and against the heavy duty plastic covering it strong enough to make you wince. The ball deflects off of several of the plastic rings around the holes... and then drops suddenly into a spot near the top you'd thought was just painted black. You blink several times as the area around where the ball disappeared lights up, showing a blobby patch of light you think is supposed to be a nebula. Text flashes on the board up top: 'Positive Celestial Cameltoe! You win!'\n\nWhile you're still wondering who came up with such a name, there's a loud thunking noise from one side and the ticket slot starts spewing forth. You have to admit, despite the weird shock of apparently finding a hidden feature and the weird ambiance of this place, you can't help but feel excited and happy at the sight of so many tickets coming out of the machine. In fact by the time it stops there's a truly massive pile of them sitting on the stained carpet below, the line of tickets having been forced to arc upward as it came out. It's definitely more reward tickets than you've ever gotten in an entire night of rolling before.\n\n"Uh... huh. Wow, okay, did you guys get that?" You pick up your cellphone and glance in the camera, then aim it at the pile. "That's... wow. Alright, so I guess with this we uh..." You trail off, realizing that you can't actually do anything with these, considering the place is shut down.\n\n... Or can you? After all this place really does seem like everyone just kind of walked away from it and left all this stuff here, could that be true of the prize exchange counter too? Which... really just means you could loot it for whatever you want, if so, but then it's kind of more exciting in some ways to actually exchange the tickets that you've earned on the honor system... plus, hey, it'll make for a better video.\n\nYou briefly stop filming and head over towards where you think the prize claim is, since you can sort of see a part of the wall and ceiling that looks like it surrounds a counter. When you round some cabinets you really can see the shelves of prizes and the glass case... but jerk to a halt at the realization that someone is standing behind it. You instinctively brace for a "HOLD IT RIGHT THERE!" or something from a security guard, but... no, nothing. In fact once your heart slows its panicked pounding, you realize that the person is just standing there, smiling. They're not dressed like a security guard, either... more just the standard sort of employee wear of a polo shirt and an apron with 'ARCADE' emblazoned on the front. She's an extremely attractive redhead, hair thick and wild, though her eyes are a bright blue color which... wait, is that even possible? You vaguely feel that shouldn't be possible, but you're sort of still working out what she's doing here at all.\n\n"Hey there," she greets cheerfully in a sweet, almost lyrical voice, still smiling genially at you. "Have a good run at skeeball tonight?"\n\n"Uh... yeah," you answer a little distantly as you slowly approach. You notice she even has a nametag: 'Lucy'. Could this be someone that, like you, decided to explore the park and now she's just messing with you? Or maybe some homeless person that lives here? ... Or a genuine nutjob who lurks here looking for victims? Who... do well at skeeball. Or something. Well, she certainly shows no signs of pulling a gun or launching across the counter, so after another bit of hesitation, you decide to roll with it. "I got the Positive Celestial... ah, thing."\n\n"Oooo, very nice, very nice!" Lucy raises her hands and applauds with just her fingers, beaming at you. The whole delivery seems like it should be mocking and yet she actually does seem delighted for you. "What a stroke of luck! Now, why don't you look over what we have, and pick your prize?"\n\nYou look at her for a moment more, then shrug and start skimming the case and shelves. Let's see... oh, there's the ever-standard army men for one ticket apiece, though the tub of them is just labeled '[[Army|WilmaFun]]'... you could go all out and get a ton of those, as is the wont of many a child in an arcade. You notice there are also some of the other standards, [[mood rings|WilmaFun]]... though they do look a bit nicer and more solid than the usual fare. Also in the case is a large plastic egg that's apparently some sort of lamp, since it's glowing... the little placard reads "[[Dragon Egg|WilmaFun]]". Though you actually have enough tickets, it looks like, for the shelf prizes. You see various stuffed animals, though there's a particularly handsome tiger labeled "[[Best Friend|WilmaFun]]". And not too far from it, there's what looks like a wooden music box labeled...\n\n"'[[Your Heart's Desire|WilmaFun]]'?" you say out loud, pursing your lips and raising your eyebrows.\n\n"Ooo, you might <i>just</i> have enough for that one!" Lucy declares, clasping her hands together and looking up at it. "Is that the one you want? I mean, any prize is quite a lot of fun, so pick anything, but if that's the one you want, I say go for it!"

You feel a brief flash of sensation, like being jabbed by a syringe but broader and faster, and something goes tumbling away from you, leaving you not feeling anything for long moments. Then you drag in a long gasp, your hands snapping up to the sides of the guillotine bench and shoving yourself up, your head snapping back and away reflexively, your hair flitting about and hissing in agitation.\n\nFeeling disoriented, you stagger to your feet and away from the guillotine, raising a hand to your head, your mind assaulted by the strangeness of your body. But you can feel it gradually adjusting... your breasts growing fuller, your back lengthening and stretching, your hips and ass pressing against the denim wrapped around them as they fill out, the now somewhat stretched waistband slipping downward a bit. You draw your hand away, staring at it as the skin takes on a paler shade, nails growing sharp and turning shiny black. Bit by bit your body feels more natural, the long-unremembered sensation of tasting the air and seeing through your snakes as well as your own senses coming back. You run your long, agile tongue over your fangs as they finish growing in, then roll your shoulders, breasts jiggling at just over a cup size in added largeness at the motion.\n\n"About time, I was so sick of sitting on that pedestal I wouldn't have minded just falling off of it for a change of view," you grouse, rubbing at your once more whole neck with one hand. You look around at the three still hypnotized teenagers, then snatch the shirt one of them's holding out of his hands. You'd prefer not to cover up at all, but it seems likely you'll need to at some point, so you pull it over your head, snakes flattening themselves against your scalp and neck as well as they're able until you can get the collar past them, tugging it into place, the front stretched out and middle riding up over your pale belly. You consider for a moment, then point at the skinny one. "You. Work the stocks. You," you add, pointing to the beefier one you had work them before. "On the guillotine."\n\nThe two obey without hesitation, the blonde lifting the stocks and the dark-haired one straddling the bench and leaning forward. You suppose you could have had him remove his shirt first as well, but you doubt Dume will care all that much about some bloodstains. As the blonde lowers the stocks into position, you make your way over to the lever, briefly pausing to kick the head that used to be on your body out of the way, sending it rolling over into a corner. Then with a smirk you pull the lever, a splatter of blood flying through the air as the jock boy's head goes tumbling to the ground. "Lift the blade and undo the stocks," you order the blonde as you head over to the row of statue heads. Grabbing the minotaur's by the horns, you heft it up with a grunt and carry it back to the guillotine. "You better appreciate this, you bonehead," you growl before twisting the marble head and jamming the base of it against the bloody stump of the beheaded boy's neck.\n\nQuickly, the two neck-ends both bulge and contract to seal together, color and warmth spreading through the horned head. He virtually roars as he jerks upright, horns caroming briefly off the sides of the guillotine before he can stagger to his feet. He snorts and growls as he stumbles about in a short space, body gradually swelling, growing more muscular, skin darkening steadily to a deep, rich brown as his tanktop is stretched tight, his jeans ripping here and there as the muscles of his legs swell and change shape, the crotch especially bulging out, obviously barely able to contain his massive member. He stomps his feet repeatedly, shoes gradually shredding and falling off to reveal large, rough black hooves, fur jutting out through the new holes in the jeans. Finally he pants and snorts, hot breath rushing out his nose, his face mostly human despite the obvious bovine influence. He blinks his black-scleraed red eyes a few times before they focus on you, his voice coming out in a deep, accented rumble. "Lind? We're back?"\n\n"Aye, some little twerp finally picked me up and looked me in the eyes," you explain, glancing disdainfully at the corner where the head of said twerp came to rest. It feels good to hear the lilt of your own accent, so different than Dume's, in your own ears again. "... Did I say 'twerp'?" you note, frowning. "... I guess a little of her got left in here. Damn." \n\n"Still, we're alive again." Dume steps forward and bends to scoop you up, wrapping his huge arms around you and briefly crushing you to his chest. "Thank you, my love."\n\n"Mmmf. Fool," you murmur, your snakes swaying and wiggling in an annoying way that gives away how pleased you are. You press your lips to his, letting your tongue slip into his mouth to toy with his, briefly flicking it down his throat before breaking the kiss. You wait for him to set you down, then roll your shoulders again. "But yes, we're alive again. And I'll make that old fool pay for thinking he could contain us."\n\n"Then we should not delay. Ah..." Dume runs his eyes over the two still-hypnotized teenagers, then at the pair of stone heads still on their pedestals. "What about Morgan and Yong?"\n\n<hr>\n[[Let's revive them.|GGHH]]\n\n[[Meh, forget them.|GGHH26x3]]

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

You are a female between the ages of forty and fifty. You're probably pushing it just a bit even for a "cougar", but hey, you've done a lot more with your life by now than have a bunch of wild sex (probably). You've established yourself, already lived out a good portion of your life, and probably have a pretty good handle on things. Or at least you think you do.\n\n[[Irene|IreneStart]]: A 43-year-old scientist specializing in genetics and biology, but you've dabbled in most applied sciences. You've just ended a brief bit of contract work and are ready to seek new employment.

"I'll just wait in the briefing room, thanks," you reply, deciding not to give your apparent rival an inch. If she wants to play games, she's going to learn that games are kind of your thing. ... Not usually mind games, but still.\n\n"Yes ma'am," the uniformed girl says in a mildly exasperated tone, as if not looking forward to what Eve will have to say about that. She has your sympathies, but it's also not your problem. "This way, please, then, to the conference room." \n\nShe shows you down a hallway and into a lift, that opens into another hallway that's largely identical except for being a bit smaller. She quick-steps over to one of the doors, then gestures at it to indicate you should go through. Inside is about what you'd expect from a future-ish conference room... long silver table, overdesigned chairs, a view of the stars outside, and a long screen thing on one wall... though it looks a lot more like a pane of crystal than anything else. Picking a chair largely at random, you settle down in it to wait.\n\nAnd wait. And wait. You sigh a little as you realize that while you denied Eve a certain amount of power by refusing to come to her, you've given her another kind of power... to make you wait on her. Either that or just walk out, which would no doubt reflect badly on you or even get you in trouble. You also realize that as good as it might be to not be able to lose a cellphone, it's kind of hard to play games or browse the news on a nanite colony in your ear. "Jadis, remind me to bring along a little portable datapad or whatever, next time," you mutter.\n\n"Noted. Although I will also add that the amount of time you have been waiting is unusual even for Eve's power plays," the cool voice responds practically in your head rather than just in your ear. "It may be that something else is afoot."\n\nIndeed, about that time the crystal-like pane lights up with an image of Eve, much like you saw before on the ship. "Hunter Ihde. Apologies for keeping you waiting and for not being there in person," she says with such an easy, crisp businesslike tone that you're 100% sure she's not sorry in the least. "However, a matter came up which superseded the original reason for calling you here."\n\nTurning your chair a bit more towards the screen, you raise your eyebrows a bit theatrically and prompt, "Go on."\n\nIf she's disappointed by your lack of any real enthusiasm, Eve covers it up and continues. "The individual we apprehended... from your tip," she adds, with just the slightest bit of acid in her voice. "Turned out to be a minor Reaping One after all. You were kept waiting while we did a quick interrogation of him... unlike higher-ups, he has not been properly conditioned to resist our methods, and we were sifting through the information we acquired. Most of it irrelevant to someone of my level, minor crimes, small-time extortion rackets."\n\n"How dull for you," you note blandly.\n\nShe bristles just a little before smoothing it out and continuing... in fact, she now looks a little smug. "But amidst the rest, we did find some very interesting indicators. It seems that Reaper has been rebuilt yet again."\n\nBefore you can be forced to admit you don't know what she's talking about, Jadis pipes up in your ear. "Reaper is the aforementioned leader of the Reaping Ones. Their founder, in fact. An android of unknown but ancient design, apparently created with the primary goal of wiping out the Silver Star Elves, but a cruel and ruthless being even outside of that."\n\n"So he's back again, huh?" you say aloud in a largely neutral tone.\n\n"I suppose you didn't do as thorough a job as you thought last time," Eve all but sneers, before plastering her professional face back on. "Still, against my advice, the higher-ups have dictated that any mission involving Reaper is to be offered to you first. You have, obviously, leapt at the chance every time in the past. Will you do so again?"\n\n<hr>\n[[Yes.|GGMS]]\n\n[[Pass.|GGMS4x2]]

You're basically in nothing but the shirt on your back and far from your ship, and there's an entire station of trained space rangers out there wanting to bring you in. Gritting your teeth at what you have to do, you bring your hands up to lace your fingers behind your head, slowly sinking to your knees. "Don't resist, Jadis. Don't let them hurt... damage you, but don't fight them," you mutter as you lean forward, breasts squashing a bit as you lay out on your front. \n\nA moment later there's a peeling noise and then the sound of the door sliding open, and the pounding of multiple booted feet. A knee abruptly thuds to your lower back, hands grabbing your wrists and yanking at them roughly. "Whoa, whoa, <i>unnecessary</i>!" you snap out, grimacing as some sort of cuffs are applied to your wrists before you're hauled to your feet. The white-uniformed and helmeted officers are pointing rifles at you, and continue to do so as they march you out of the room and towards a lift.\n\nYou're taken deep into the station, the doors sliding open to show an area made of much darker metal, the lighting an oppressive glare that somehow manages to seem dim due to the color of the furnishings. You're nudged forward out of the lift and into a room for processing, where some of the guards step back and focus on keeping their rifles aimed at you. Two others, females, step forward, one starting to undo your shirt. "Hey! If I've got to be undressed, you think I could at least do that myself?!" you ask as she undoes the flap and pulls it open, revealing the plain black sports bra you were wearing beneath it. \n\n"Someone like you being freed and then being allowed to touch their own clothes? No can do," one of the female guards says in an electronically processed voice as she runs her hands over your midriff and back, apparently checking for any concealed items. Then both of them produce small devices the size of large pens and click a button on them, a red glow appearing. Wherever they pass it, the cloth of your clothing parts as if it had been cleanly cut, though your skin is unharmed. The jacket quickly falls away, followed by the bra, baring your full breasts to the watching guards. You clench your jaw, fighting the urge to blush or otherwise look humiliated even as the female guards continue stripping you, running the cutting wands down the sides of your pants and boots and then peeling them away, baring your pussy and ass to the entire room and leaving you completely naked. One unholsters a longer device and runs it down the length of your body, then consults the screen on her wrist before pulling another device from her belt and pressing it to your ear. You wince as you feel a pulling, tugging sensation, more uncomfortable than painful, before the female guards step back and the armed ones move in again.\n\n"Alright, prisoner, turn and follow the yellow line. Any deviation and not only will we open fire, but the autoguns will activate."\n\n'Autoguns' really don't sound good. Suppressing a growl, you turn and notice a broad, glowing yellow line on the floor leading through an open doorway. Trying to ignore the way that your bared breasts and butt jiggle a bit with every step, and that you're powerless to cover them because of the cuffs, you walk ahead of the guards through the door and down the cold, foreboding hall. On either side of the hallway are dark, bare openings in the wall... probably ten by ten, yeah? Whatever this society's ideals, they apparently don't consider the treatment of prisoners high on the list, since there's absolutely nothing in the cells... they're smooth, flat walls and floor, not so much as a bench to sit or lay down on. You're practically shoved into one, a bundle of something white tossed in after you, before a set of hexagonal, gunmetal grey bars slide up out of the floor and into slots in the ceiling. The binding on your wrists suddenly disappears, and you stumble a little just from abruptly yanking your arms apart. A glance at the cloth shows that it looks kind of like a spandex bodysuit. \n\nYou wait for the guards to depart, but they stand and wait... maybe you have to put on the suit before they'll leave. Sighing, you bend down to pick it up, sliding your feet into the slipper-like ends of the legs, fully aware of your tits wobbling and swaying beneath you as you do so... you have no idea if the guards are staring impassively or leering and licking their lips behind those helmets. You haul the garment up your legs, feeling it stretch and adhere to them, and then to your pussy and ass... geez, the thing goes on easy, but once it does it's like it's painted on. As you slide your arms into the sleeves and then press the rubber edges of the front together to seal it, it adheres so tightly to your breasts that not only your nipples but your areola are clearly visible. Apparently prisoners aren't allowed to hide anything whatsoever from their captors here. Luckily, after that the guards finally turn to leave, letting you be alone in your cell. \n\n"Jadis?" you ask quietly, but only silence follows. You sigh again... apparently that thing with your ear was the guard pulling out your nanite colony. You're cut off. Deciding that pacing is unappealing, you instead lean against a wall and sink down to sit on the floor, trying to think about what you could do about all of this. Nothing comes to mind, and you wind up sitting in the silence of the cool, unadorned cell for several hours. You lift your head at the sight of motion, seeing Eve turning to face you, lips curling a bit in a smirk.\n\n"Pride goeth before the fall, they say," she announces, chuckling a little.\n\n"You talking about yourself?" you grumble back.\n\n"Ha. Afraid not. They're preparing your trial now. It will be short, I assure you," she says, face and tone becoming bland, though those fire-colored eyes still glitter with malicious spite. "You may have your supporters in the upper echelons, but you also have many who have been waiting for this day. You've left a lot of property damage in your wake, including shattered planets. It won't be hard for the prosecution to argue that you've been colluding with the criminal element from the start, not just this time. You'll be shipped off to a penal colony on a life sentence before the day is out."\n\n"That's bullshit!" you snap, leaping to your feet and approaching the bars, jerking to a halt when you notice a pair of long silver tubes attached to spheres on the ceiling of the hall swivel to face you. "I haven't done anything!"\n\n"Haven't you?" Eve raises one slender silver eyebrow. "There's evidence to the contrary. But, just to show you how magnanimous I can be, I will offer you a deal." She tilts her head slightly. "After a slight show of contrition on your part... here, in private... you will plead guilty and I will plead your case before the court. You'll be given a much lighter sentence in a medium security penal colony, women only. The alternative..." She presses her lips together. "Would not be pleasant."\n\n<hr>\n[[Accept the deal.|GGMS]]\n\n[[Tell her what you think of her deal.|GGMS]]\n\n[[Reason with her.|GGMS4x4]]

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

It's... not like you're giving up on getting the samples or anything, in fact this way you can probably get them from other survivors! At the least, you feel the need to find somewhere you can actually sleep and eat for sure before you start trying to grab samples. Taking a deep breath, you turn and head down the street towards the street marked as leading to the safe zone.\n\nAlong the way you start dodging several roaming monsters... but you also notice a handful that have already been killed. Interesting... the Actual Zombies seem to mostly be oozing green gunk from inside, while the Mutant Zombies bleed red, green, and glowing pink, this last from their exaggerated sexual characteristics. Since they're there, you do sneak over to them and get several samples of each, though you notice that it looks like some of the mutants have been deliberately further mutilated on their members, and some of the female mutants have withered, floppy breasts instead of the weirdly heavy full ones they might otherwise.\n\n'Has someone already been taking this stuff?' you wonder as you fill one more of the smallish test tubes with what little of the pink goo is still dripping from one hacked-up mutant. 'But only the pink kind, it looks like.'\n\nAs you continue on, you see more and more creatures of all kinds, which seems odd for a safe zone... but then they also don't seem terribly interested in you, even the few times they should have spotted you before you could hide passing you by, seeming more focused on something else. Actually, that might be explained by the fact that you can hear gunfire, yelling, and what sounds like loud music playing a bit in the distance.\n\n'... Is that fuckin' bardcore Metallica? With bagpipes?' you think, wrinkling your nose a bit as you get close enough to start making the sound. You're... not sure how you feel about that. Other than that it seems to be playing very loud and at 1.5x speed in order to bring it a bit closer to its original roots. Avoiding the streets directly, which are more and more fenced off by various wooden hazard dividers and concrete slabs, and which are getting steadily more crowded with zombies, you make your way towards the sound.\n\nEventually you can see the source of all the noise. Barricades have been set up to channel the zombies directly towards one intersection in particular, with the end of it walled off with waist-high concrete dividers. What look to be authentic automated machine gun turrets have been set up behind the dividers and are firing in bursts into the steadily denser crowd of zombies attracted by the noise of their own kind, the gunfire, and the music blaring from the concert-size speakers that have been set up at either end of the dividers. Extra noise seems to be coming from the cackling man running up and down along the dividers... he's got scraggly red hair with all sorts of weird crap braided into it, and seems to be wearing a metal breastplate made out of hammered-together street signs and leather belts, and what you can't tell is an actual kilt or just a large plaid skirt at this distance. He's hooting and hollering and generally shouting nonsense as he runs back and forth hacking at any zombies that make it past the machine gun fire to the barricade.\n\nParked in the intersection behind him is one of those big ugly trucks, probably the biggest on the market even before the jacked-up near monster truck wheelbase was added, with both an extended cab and bed cover. The back doors are open, and someone's standing on top of it... a girl that looks faintly familiar though you can't make the ID from this distance, though she looks to be wearing some sort of Catholic schoolgirl outfit complete with plaid skirt herself. She's holding something... a leash, maybe?... that goes into one of the gaping-open doors. Did they bring their dog to their zombie slaughtering? Well, whatever, some people can't bear to do anything without their pets, you guess.\n\nUgh, whatever they're doing, they've definitely attracted every zombie for miles around. It looks like they've blocked off the other streets completely to keep zombies from coming that way, but that means you might run into them should you go around. Should you approach the guy and explain yourself? Or maybe just run and get into the car? (Might be better to ask forgiveness than permission, even if you do come face-to-face with a big dog or something.) Or you guess you could go the middle road, approach from the side and talk to the girl on the truck roof instead of the weird Scottish(?) guy... you don't know that she is but it's hard to imagine her being <i>more</i> unhinged than he is.\n\n<hr>\n[[Approach the guy.|GGZA]]\n\n[[Get in the truck.|GGZA]]\n\n[[Approach the girl.|GGZA]]\n\n[[Go around.|GGZA2x2]]

"Harriet, look out!" you yell, jerking forward and grabbing up the practice saber. It's been completely dulled, but it's still a weighty weapon made of real steel, and you toss it across the room towards her as you shout.\n\nHarriet wheels just as the thing forms a solid black arm, her eyes going wide. But she also sees her sword tumbling towards her as she turns, and snatches it out of the air with her off hand, swinging it up and blocking the shadow-demon's grab with the blade. The black substance reacts with the steel as if the demon was made of dry ice, a loud shriek going through the room and the thing taking a half-step back in reaction.\n\n"Gabriel!" Samsa calls as she scuttles back a few steps, holding out a hand. Her brother tosses her the only saber on the rack with an actual edge on it, only to have to snatch up a blunt weapon for himself as another shadow demon coalesces in front of him. Samsa thrusts her sword at the demon still attacking Harriet, only for it to <i>split</i>, a second creature coming off of it and engaging her with a long plane of darkness in the vague shape of a sword.\n\nYou grab Mary's hand and leap over the bottom step of the bleachers, pulling her along with you, mostly thinking of getting her away and getting to the outer room where you left your wand. Damn the tradition of leaving wands outside of athletics rooms! You yelp and Mary lets out a short scream as one of the creatures wisps into being right in front of you both. You shove Mary behind you and grab up Samsa's practice saber, swinging it desperately every time you see the thing start to reach at you, just trying to hold it back.\n\nHarriet forces her own foe back long enough to glance around. Seeing you and Mary being threatened and barely managing to hold off your attacker, her lips pull back from her teeth in a snarl. Shouting some word that's completely unfamiliar with you, she gives her sword a hard jerk through the air, the blade suddenly glowing as if it were made of glass and had a spotlight shining from within the hilt. She sweeps it up, bisecting through her attacker's chest and causing it to disappate in a whiff of smoke and ash. She immediately spins and sweeps her arm out from its raised position, in one single movement cleaving Samsa's foe's head off and then shouting another word just before letting the sword go. It flies through the air like a well-throne dart, piercing the demon attacking you and Mary through the side. A thunderous boom explodes outward from the blade, vaporizing the demon and knocking the two of you onto your backs. But the sword also lets out a long arc of purple lightning that strikes Gabriel's foe full in the back, making it jerk and twitch silently before it explodes.\n\n"... Sweet merciful God," Gabriel whispers, his eyes wide as he stares at where the demon just was, apparently too distracted to even cross himself at the mention of the Lord.\n\n"I don't think God had much to do with it," Harriet murmurs as she glowers around the room, as if waiting to see if anything else wanted to show up.\n\nGabriel gives her a mildly annoyed look, then says in a distant tone, "Enchanting metal... Harriet, you could be expelled."\n\nYou give a shaky laugh as Harriet walks over to pick up her sword from the floor in front of you. "Priorities, Gabe."\n\n"Running magic through metal is an expulsion offense because it can backlash and kill you," Samsa says, her voice much more quiet and collected, her eyes tracking Harriet as she gives her sword a shake, the glow disappearing as if it had been switched off. "Only seniors in the most advanced combat magic classes are allowed to begin learning even the basics of being a swordmage."\n\n"Well, I'm not dead, so I managed it," Harriet says in an overly casual tone as she helps you to your feet, the both of you turning to pick up the still shocked-silent Mary.\n\n"Two attacks in a matter of months," Samsa continues, apparently deciding to switch subjects slightly. She shifts the sword to her other hand, then makes a face at the fact that her palm is now glowing bright purple. "They're stepping up."\n\n"And both were times I was vulnerable," Harriet adds, trotting quickly to the door and into the little entry area outside, then returning with a fistful of wands, handing you your own first. "So someone nearby is either sending these attacks or alerting the person who is when they should try to get me."\n\n"What were those things?"\n\n"Shadows of demons. Literally. Without an elaborate summoning ritual, a called demon can only send its shadow into our world," Harriet finishes passing the others their wands, Samsa tucking hers into her waistband. "They can't do a lot more than try to grab you, but if they do that they can haul you back to the demon's own realm."\n\nMary quails and presses against your side, and you put a hand on her head, trying to keep the quaver out of your own voice. "O-kay, I think that's enough on the subject of being dragged to Hell for right now."\n\n"Well we're going to have to tell Professor Senna what happened here anyway," Samsa says, holding up her purple hand as if to demonstrate. "Even if it weren't obviously the smart thing to do."\n\n"What's with that?"\n\n"Students aren't supposed to touch the sharpened blades without permission. This will get even brighter if I try to hide it when I'm close to a teacher. I've seen some... embarrassing results from other students who touched the swords when they weren't supposed to."\n\nHarriet snickers, leaning in to whisper to you, "One girl borrowed a longsword from the armory, teacher caught her because she had a purple searchlight shining out of her shorts."\n\n"Why would it be in her-?" You start to ask, before you start snickering. "Oh. I get it."\n\n"I don't?" Mary says curiously, looking up at you.\n\n"Good for you."\n\n<hr>\n\n[[Continue.|Aspareth2x8]]

You find it surprisingly easy to adapt to the mixture of normal classes and remedial magic lessons that you're given at Aspareth's, and you sort of have to admit that it's mostly due to your dormmates and your new... well, friends. Like, real friends, as weird as the concept may be. Especially over the first few days, every time you think about slipping into your old habits and behaviors, it's like Harriet, Gabriel, Samsa, Mary, or even just a random Winterlion will happen to do something helpful, or kind, or just plain nice, completely derailing your train of thought.\n\nYou'd originally thought that boarding school would make it more difficult for your victims to escape you at the end of the day. It turns out that it's actually made it impossible for you to escape the relentless onslaught of positivity from the people around you. As days turn into weeks, you find that your tendencies towards manipulating others and running them into the ground never seem to get beyond the thought stage, even if someone else doesn't interrupt you. And as weeks turn to months, and you're moved from remedial magic classes into the normal study with the help of other Winterlions, you find the thoughts cropping up less and less as well. The Layla that took joy in seeing tears in others' eyes is beginning to fade away over the course of a semester, and if you notice the change at all, you're finding it difficult to miss her.\n\nWinter turns to spring, and as spring is beginning to turn into summer, you find yourself with your little group of friends in one of the Winterlion athletics rooms, watching Harriet and Samsa practice fencing. Honestly, you're not sure why they're so eager to do all that hopping around and quick moving... even down here below the castle, where it's almost always a little cold, you can't help but be aware that it's getting hot outside. You're even wearing short sleeves and a short skirt (though to be honest you practically always wear a short skirt, especially once you learned 'Minor Protection From Cold'). Though you notice that Gabriel seems to be watching Harriet with an appreciative eye, since the redhead's practicing in a rather snug black two-piece outfit that leaves her midriff bare, Samsa wearing something similar in blue. And you have to admit, both of them do look pretty good... you might be sneaking an appreciative peek of your own here and there, just maybe...\n\nFinally both of them finish up and pull their helmets and protective charms off, revealing sweaty hair and grins. The duo lay their swords on the lowest bench of the small set of stands where the rest of you are seated, then move over to a little computer monitor to check the recording they were making.\n\n"Harriet's probably gonna do spectacular in the interschool fencing championships again next school year," Gabriel comments as he gets up and wanders over to admire some of the own equipment. Probably thinking about taking up the sport himself, like he talks about doing at least once a week.\n\n"So do we get to travel to 'away games', or what? I mean, do we just get on the flying train, or-?" Your question is interrupted as Mary tugs insistently on your sleeve. You blink and look aside... she hasn't been rendered shy and nervous enough around you to fall back on childish behavior in weeks. But right now she's wide-eyed and trembling, apparently rendered mute with <i>terror</i> as she points towards the other girls. Looking over, you can easily see why, your own eyes widening. Something shadowy and smoky is taking form behind where Harriet is bent over the computer, coalescing into something much more solid and masculine in form, something like a tail lashing back and forth silently and leaving wisps of darkness in its wake.\n\n<hr>\n[[Scream.|Asparethplaceholder]]\n\n[[Toss Harriet her sword.|Aspareth2x7]]\n\n[[Charge it!|Asparethplaceholder]]

"Why'd she ask about Harriet specifically, anyway?" you murmur to Samsa as the two of you exit the train. You get distracted at the sight of the large castle the train is now parked outside, but can't actually linger to look, the press of people behind you keeping you moving up the walk as you go.\n\n"Sshh. Keep your voice down," Samsa whispers, though it's difficult to hear <i>anything</i> over the tumult of hundreds of schoolchildren thronged together. Still, as all of you begin to filter into the entry and start milling about, she leans down to put her head close to yours and continue. "When Harriet was ten, a dark wizard named Histral tried to possess her... something about her being a 'destined point' in a coming conflict."\n\n"What the heck is a 'destined point'?"\n\n"No one's really sure, other than that it means she was gonna be important, maybe even give the win to whoever's side she was on. But as Histral was trying to put all his magic power into Harriet, she managed to turn it against him. Zapped him with a slaying hex, put him down like that." She snaps her fingers in front of your face.\n\n"S-seriously? And she was <i>ten</i>?"\n\n"Yeah. I couldn't fry an egg with magic when I was ten. A lot of people say Harriet could do it because she inherited a lot of Histral's secret spells and experience. Not that she wanted them." Samsa shakes her head, then continues. "But anyway, even though he's dead, a lot of Histral's disciples are still around. Harriet gets attempts on her life sometimes, I guess they want revenge."\n\nYou're still trying to absorb all that when what's obviously a teacher comes to the balcony above and starts giving a very boring speech welcoming everyone back for the new semester. You can hear Gabriel groan from a bit to the side and mutter, "Professor Senna must still be investigating the Crawling Curse." The teacher continues to drone on, your brain tuning most of it out, only picking up that apparently you're supposed to wait here and then enter for some sort of ceremony. You watch everyone file through some doors, leaving you, Mary, and a couple of other students lingering about to line up at the doorway.\n\nWhen you are allowed in, it's to a massive, classy-looking dining room. You have to admit, it certainly looks impressive... especially with the immense column of rough crystal running from floor to ceiling in the center, the milky white stone tapering downward. Apparently following the teacher's instructions, Mary moves forward to touch it, gold color immediately springing forth from her fingertips and running through the crystal, following the lines of various flaws and deposits, while the more solid parts of the crystal turn blue-white. As the gold finishes taking on a shape like a rearing feline, a thunderous roar echoes throughout the dining hall, making you and more than a few other people jump.\n\n"Winterlion!" calls the teacher standing next to the crystal, almost the entire room applauding, with more enthusiastic clapping from the tables set with gold, blue, and white tablecloths.\n\nMary steps away, the crystal fading back to its original coloration. You step up rather nervously, your thoughts still on the whole day prior as much as anything, and reach out to touch the crystal as well. You have to admit you're fairly relieved when gold springs forth and follows the same path as it did for Mary, that massive roar sounding practically comforting.\n\n"Winterlion!" the teacher repeats cheerfully to more applause, and you quickly hurry after Mary, despite enjoying the attention. The younger girl is beaming at you like she just won the lottery as you sit down next to her at the table with her siblings and Harriet, the redhead reaching over to give your shoulder a rub.\n\nThe other new arrivals step forward, with one more coming over to your section of tables. Dinner is good, but a bit perfunctory... it seems like the majority of students are tired after the long train trip and mostly want to go back to their dorms. Soon you're following the crowd back into the entryway and down several halls, and then down several flights of short, broad steps. You're pretty sure this must have once been the basement, or even the dungeons of the castle, but it certainly doesn't look that way now... everything's kept spotlessly clean, and the main room is outfitted with a number of rather upper-class looking antique furniture pieces, as well as a massive fireplace that looks like it's burning several halves of trees instead of just logs. A boy that looks like he might actually be eighteen leaps up onto a low table and taps on a glass bowl with his wand, the sound like a cross between a bell and a gong.\n\n"Everyone! Everyone, please!" At a chorus of groans, he holds up his hands. "I know, I know you're all tired and probably want to unpack and go to bed. This will just take a few moments. We do have several new Winterlions with us, I know you don't want to just let them sink or swim."\n\nYou expect snorts of derision or even laughter at that, but instead there seems to be a general mutter of assent going around, and you actually get a few pats on the back from nearby students. Uh... huh.\n\n"My name is Jake Hobbes, I'm the Winterlion dorm head for the boys. Right up here is Liv Clarks, she's the dorm head for the girls," he continues, gesturing to a girl standing in front of the table who gives a wave. "If you have any problems throughout the year, please feel free to come to either of us for help. Both of us can help you with just about anything, it's just a matter of who you feel more comfortable talking to. Now, new students, please come forward." You make your way up to the table, the crowd parting to let you, and Jake consults a piece of paper taken from inside his robes. "Alright, Mary, Layla, you're sharing a room with Samsa and Jai," he says, pointing out the girl you already know and a tall black girl with her hair in braids. "Elliot, you're rooming with Carl, right there. They can show you the way here in a minute."\n\n"Now," he continues. "Just one more thing, and we'll let you all get to it. As is tradition when we have new Winterlions join us, we pick one of our own who has excelled in the last year to give the traditional toast. As she just won the interschool fencing championship prior to Christmas break, we have chosen Miss Harriet Weaver to give the toast for our new arrivals."\n\nThe other students applaud and there's even a few whistles as Harriet walks over and hops up on the table, grinning at everyone and even shimmying her hips teasingly, earning a few more wolf whistles. She laughs along with the crowd after that, turning a bit to accept the golden cup that Liv passes up to her. But her face goes solemn as she raises it, and the rest of the room falls silent as well.\n\n"... We are the lion in winter. We wait, and offer no aggression to those who do not trespass upon us. But those who do, beware. For we are the lion in winter. And the blizzard shall not sway us, nor the fire deter us, nor loss dishearten us, or even death dissuade us from protecting what is ours. We shall protect our own as if they were more precious than ourselves, and in so doing become greater than we were." She bows her head and closes her eyes, her voice quietening just slightly as she finishes, "We are the lion in winter."\n\nThere's near total silence in the room. You notice many of the students have their heads bowed, some making small gestures, a few even crossing themselves, the Carpenter siblings doing their little cross-kissing ritual. You resist the urge to squirm... you've never experienced something this solemn or serious at a pep rally. And for some reason, you don't want to just laugh this off like a silly ritual... something about the words, the manner, it actually... sticks.\n\nHarriet brings the cup to her lips and sips, then raises it up. "Winterlion." The rest of the room echoes it back enthusiastically, and you add your voice just a fraction of a second off.\n\nMaybe... maybe this <i>is</i> where you belong, after all.\n\n<hr>\n\n[[Continue.|Aspareth2x6]]

Out of some 'holy shit SPIDER' instinct, you grab up your bag and swing it, hard, at the glowing form. You almost don't expect the solid impact you get, but the spider is sent flying to the side to smack against the closed door to the cabin. Still operating mostly on 'kill the spider!', you leap to your feet and start stomping on it viciously.\n\nBy then the others have all started awake, and Gabriel quickly finds the cabin lightswitch on his side and flicks it on. Samsa rushes over, shouldering you aside, a thin length of wood in her hands. At the sight of glowing green goo and twitching legs, she lets out a hiss. "A Crawling Curse."\n\n"Are you kidding me?" Harriet says breathlessly, sitting up and staring past the two of you at the dead... thing... on the floor.\n\n"Thank God we had a Réalta with us," Gabriel murmurs, actually fishing out a cross from beneath his shirt and giving it a quick kiss. A moment later Samsa and Mary copy the motion. "If any of the rest of us had woken up first we'd have probably tried to hex it by reflex."\n\nHarriet gives a short laugh, though this one is more breathless and amazed than amused. "God, stars, or coincidence, whoever sent you, Layla, you just saved my life." She stands up, then offers her hand. "Thank you. I'm not sure yet how to say it better than that, but I'll figure out a way. Thank you."\n\n"Um. Sure," you reply, shaking her hand. This all makes you feel... really weird. Like a fish that suddenly learned it could fly, or something.\n\nThe door suddenly slides open, Samsa's wand jerking up to point in that direction. The woman standing there looks like she might be your mother's age, despite her long hair being as white as snow. She's dressed like an almost stereotypical witch, complete with black robes and broad-brimmed pointy hat. She quirks one white eyebrow, and Samsa quickly yanks her wand back down.\n\n"Sorry, Professor Senna!" the older girl blurts.\n\n"I should say so, I've told you more than a few times to rein in that hair trigger wand arm." She glances down, and her eyes widen, making you realize they're red... like, the color, not bloodshot or like a cartoon villain. "... Though it looks like you might have had reason this time." She glances past you. "Harriet, are you alright?"\n\n"Fine, Professor. Layla beat the Crawling Curse to death before it could touch anyone."\n\n"Layla did, hm?" The white-haired woman looks at you appraisingly, and you catch her muttering under her breath, "Not the path I would have predicted." Then she continues aloud, "I was telling students that we've arrived, albeit late. I'll have to look into this, obviously, but the rest of you should go on ahead." She steps back, allowing your companions to grab their bags and shuffle past, carefully stepping over the no longer twitching mess that was the spider-thing. As you start to follow, Professor Senna reaches out a hand to rest on your shoulder. "You're making good choices, Layla. Keep making them and you'll go far."\n\n"Uh. Thanks." Mentally adding a 'whatever', you scurry on past to catch up with the others and join the growing throng pressing towards the train exits. Weird lady.\n\n<hr>\n[[Continue.|Aspareth2x5]]

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

Networking is important... and, of course, fun. Why not start out by getting a sense of things with the more open set? After all, you can always just keep a low profile and then ditch anyone that's a liability once you decide to move on up. Thusly having rationalized your decision to stay in the less ritzy areas, you begin making your way amongst the crowd.\n\nYou do notice everyone seems a lot friendlier and more open than you're used to. Lots of people that you obviously don't know smile and wave or even say "hi", and it actually takes you a few times to realize they mean you and not someone they know behind you. Getting a little into it, you actually start answering, and there are a few interested compliments on being an American student, apparently quite a rarity around here.\n\nAs you make your way through the crowds, buoyed by your so far easy success with getting positive reactions, something thuds fairly solidly against your chest, practically right into your boobs. You blink and look down, startled by the audacity as much as anything else (you're still in the habit of thinking that most "normals" wouldn't even dare to approach you), seeing a rather mousey-looking girl who seems like she might be a year or so younger than you, or even more. She adjusts her glasses nervously, her long, straight brown hair a little disheveled.\n\n"O-oh, I'm sorry," she stammers, her somewhat squeaky voice lending her British accent a particularly endearing air. "I just, I was, and it's crowded..."\n\n<hr>\n[[Put her in her place.|Asparethplaceholder]]\n\n[[Brush her off.|Asparethplaceholder]]\n\n[[Aw, she's kinda cute. Like a lost puppy. Maybe be nice, just this once.|Apareth2x2]]

"Um, girls," you suggest, clearing your throat, both of them jerking a little and looking over at you. Selina glances down, then blushes brightly and tugs one of the 'tatters' of her dress around to cover herself. "I understand how you feel, but maybe this isn't a good idea right out here in my living room?"\n\n"Oh, oh, um, we're sorry." Felicity bites her lower lip and squirms. "We just... got carried away."\n\n"Yeah, sorry," Selina murmurs, glancing down.\n\n"No, I understand," you say in a gentler tone. "Hey, I was that age once too, you know. Look, I just don't think maybe you should do it right out here, and with me watching." You smile and stand, making a beckoning motion. Both of them look a little confused, but get to their feet and follow after you as you head down the hall. You open the door to your guest room and gesture inside. "Here. Why don't you two relax in here, in privacy, and... well. When you're ready you can come on out, okay?"\n\n"Oh thank you!" Felicity calls, practically flinging herself at you in a hug (and, you think, sneaking in a nuzzle of your chest). "Thank you so much!"\n\n"We really appreciate it, Holly, thank you," Selina says, stepping up to take one of your hands in both of hers, looking at you with warm, almost adoring green eyes. Then she snags Felicity's hand and tugs her inside, the door swinging shut after them... well, mostly shut. You notice that it's not actually fully closed, just resting against the frame. They probably didn't want to slam it.\n\n<hr>\n[[Peek on them.|HollyOct3x2]]\n\n[[Nope, privacy.|HollyOct]]

"I honestly wasn't thinking of anything <i>too</i> wild, anyway," you admit. "Plus I assume if it was one of the town parks it would be more convenient for everyone I'd be inviting to get to."\n\n"Sure sure. Okay then, so with the park party, there's a lot to do, but you'd want to make one particular aspect of those things your focus and give it most of your attention and budget," Tanya says as she turns back to her computer, with you nodding along since you fully agree with that concept. "Since it's in the park, the basic tenets of it would be the food, the music, the activities, and the fireworks."\n\n"That makes sense," you agree. "Let's put our focus on..."\n\n<hr>\n[["... the food."|HolJuly]]\n\n[["... the music."|HolJuly8x1]]\n\n[["... the activities."|HolJuly7x1]]\n\n[["... the fireworks."|HolJuly6x2]]

"Alright, biiiig fireworks display, that's what everyone always talks about for a Fourth party anyway," Tanya says approvingly. "So what sort of fireworks display you want then?"\n\n<hr>\n[["Patriotic."|HolJuly]]\n\n[["Romantic."|HolJuly]]\n\n[["Entrancing."|HolJuly]]\n\n[["I want a fireworks display SO DAMN BIG THAT <i>GOD IS GONNA NOTICE US AGAIN!</i>"|HolJuly]]

Feeling ridiculously, daringly naughty because you're going to peek at a dirty movie with almost no chances of getting caught, you turn on the TV and make sure to crank the volume nice and low before you start perusing the titles. You wind up giggling and snickering at some of the titles, and staring in shock at others wondering if people actually get off on that sort of weird stuff. Still, it looks like there's plenty to choose from to sate your curiosity.\n\n<hr>\n[[Catgirl Dickgirls Git Wit'girls|CheerMotel]]\n\n[[Spanking Sorority Sluts Seventy-Seven: Susan Strikes Suddenly|CheerMotel]]\n\n[[Dominateens: Teaching Teacher a Lesson|CheerMotel]]\n\n[[Muscle Lesbians 12: The Prison Gym|CheerMotel]]

Everyone's abuzz about the potential of nanomachines, after all... everyone's rushing to be the one that actually gets them working (and working for something useful) first. So not only is this a chance to challenge your own abilities, but possibly get your name in the history books. And honestly, if there's a scientist out there who could say with complete honesty and sincerity that they didn't care about being remembered for their contributions, you've never met them.\n\nYou decide to take the job at Eclipse Robotics, and soon you're having your things packed up and readied for the move to the apartment accommodations they're generously providing for you. Just before you shut down your computer to start packing it up, you receive an email... looks like it's from the HR department at Green Dawn. They're asking if you're ready to help create a better, greener tomorrow.\n\n<hr>\n[[Be complimentary.|EcliA1x1]]\n\n[[Be snide.|EcliB1x1]]

Minikin are the "shorty" race. Your typical thing of "they're really 900 years old I swear", short, slenderly-built models with animal traits. Still, they're pretty cute, and undeniably popular with a lot of the playerbase, whatever their personal reasons might be.\n\nBoth male and female Minikin are pretty cute, so hm.\n\n<center>Choose your hero's sex!</center>\n\n[[Male|GGWOW5x1]]\n\n[[Female|GGWOW2x2]]

You like electronics. They are shiny, make fun noises, and allow you to access the internet so as to give you chances to annoy other people. You cruise on into the large, well-lit store, which is currently full of fresh new electronics on display with nary a fingerprint to be seen on them. Wow, they must have opened a <i>really</i> short time ago! You've only been looking around for a minute or two when you're approached by a tall, lean, woman with her hair twisted into a ducktail, and little half-rim glasses perched on her nose. She's wearing a fairly nice suit instead of the khakis and polo shirt you'd usually associate with an electronics store employee, but she does have a name badge on... maybe she's the regional manager here for the opening or something?\n\n"Good day, I'm Lilith, and it's a pleasure to welcome you to Brightstar Electronics," she says evenly, without an overabundance of the fake customer service cheer you'd been subconsciously bracing yourself to answer in kind. "Can I help you find anything today?"\n\n"No, just browsing, thanks," you reply, expecting that to be the end of it.\n\n"Well, if I could perhaps encourage you to do more than browse?" Your slight shock at that response must show, because she smiles slightly. "Don't worry, this isn't a 'hard sell', I've no intention of hounding you. But for this store's grand opening, we're having a limited run special... an interest-free finance plan, where you pay what you want each month for the first year, and as little as ten dollars a month after that until the item is paid off."\n\nThat gets your attention, since even you can manage that easily enough. Heck, that's less than the cost of some of the MMOs you're subscribed to. "Huh, that does sound pretty good. Is that just on the like low-end stuff, or...?"\n\n"Certainly not, it's on everything in the store. We don't run those sort of limited promotions at Brightstar. But if I could perhaps show you a few select items that I think you'd find very worth your time?" She beckons, and you're hooked enough that you follow her along as she walks along, indicating various displays. "Brightstar is more than a simple retail chain, we're also a new but very strong contender in the field of electronics production. Our [[smart watch|GGME]] is far more powerful than anything else you'll find on the market. Our [[universal remote controls|GGME]] are indeed universal, with none of the awkward and lengthy steps necessary for pairing to other devices that lesser contenders use. We've an amazing new set of [[high-end headphones|GGME4x1]] that I'd love to tell you about. Hm, could I assume that you're an artistic sort...?"\n\n"I dabble," you admit, shrugging. Both of your parents are artists after all, and you're actually fairly decent if you say so yourself, but you haven't really pushed yourself to get a ton better.\n\n"Our [[art tablets|GGME2x2]] would allow you to do more than dabble... powerful tools can assist you in making dreams reality. These are, in fact, geared heavily towards character model generation, with intuitive scanners and numerous options for making models that are incredibly real. Or perhaps you'd be interested in a new personal computer? It is <i>quite</i> expensive... but as noted, you have your whole life to pay it off," she notes as she comes to a stop next to the bright, shiny red-cased computer which glows internally with orange and yellow lights, the nearby monitor playing a fiery screensaver while the lit keyboard displays similar colors to the case lights. "[[The Diablo|GGME3x1]] is a top-of-the-line gaming rig, with a sextuple-core processor, sixty gigabytes of memory, and six overclocked cooling fans. I'm sure you're perfectly capable of understanding the rest of the specifications yourself, to judge by the look in your eyes. Its proprietary OS will allow you to run anything you wish, I assure you. Now, if you are indeed interested in any of these items, I've a contract for the payment plan right here," she notes, lifting up a sheaf of papers from somewhere. "You only need to sign, and whichever of these things you find needful can be yours."

Figuring Adjustment Mode is probably just something to smooth out the model's file type for saving and exporting to other stuff, you tap the toggle on and hit Commit. Some bit of motion makes you glance up, and you wind up staring at the sight before you.\n\nAs you watch, the survey lady is changing, much like she did when you moved the sliders, except everything's happening at once. Her wrinkles are smoothing out and disappearing, back straightening and shoulders squaring up some, breasts rising and firming even as they expand outward. She seems completely unaware of anything that's happening even as her clothes alter to accommodate her hips as they shift into more youthful, idealized curves and snug up against a flat, trim stomach and slender waist. Her growing breasts press more firmly against her clipboard as her arm is steadily pushed out along with it, her eyes clearing as she searches for her next potential target.\n\nYou frantically glance around, but no one seems to have even blinked at the fantastic sight taking place before you. In fact no one seems to be treating the fact that there's now a woman with ginormous tits in their midst, other than the obvious handful of appreciative or envious glances. Taking advantage of a man who slowed to admire the view, the woman approaches him about the survey, and you recognize him as having passed earlier. Neither seem to find it odd whatsoever that she's changed from a sixty-year-old granny-type into a huge-breasted young knockout.\n\nFeeling lightheaded, you turn off the tablet (which doesn't affect her appearance whatsoever) and flip its cover into place before slipping it into your bag, then heading home in a daze. You... you can't have really seen that, can you? Except that it seemed really... really real, and you don't feel like you've been asleep or just woke up, other than the fact that you're experiencing some heady disconnect from your own senses. Flopping to sit on the edge of your bed for a moment, you haul the tablet back out and turn it back on. The startup screen this time offers a 'Load Last Scan?' option, and doing so brings up the image of the mall area you were in, and the people (including the huge-breasted deaged survey lady), although now they're all completely still and in T-poses. After a moment, you clear out the scan. There has to be a quick way to check if this thing really works the way it seems to.\n\nThinking on it, you come up with an idea. You turn on your TV and find a live news broadcast, one currently featuring an attractive young woman as the anchor. You hit 'Scan' again and wait for it to build its model of your room, then swing the image to look at the TV and try tapping the frozen image of the anchor. To your mild surprise but immense relief for your attempts to check if this is really working, it immediately brings up the model screen with her featured. Now, to test it. You don't want to spend too long messing with the model this time or she might switch to another anchor, so you try something you didn't last time... the 'Race' pulldown menu. You tap the arrow beside the current listing of 'Caucasian' to show down the pulldown menu, which includes a handful of options as well as one at the bottom reading 'Full List', which would presumably let you go more deeply into customizing. You're curious, but as noted on a time crunch, so simply select the default 'Black' option. The model blips instantly to a new layout, with dark brown skin and somewhat rounder jaw and cheekbones, her hair changing from dishwater blonde to deep black and curly, pulled into a similar ponytail but hugging more closely to her head in doing so, hazel eyes darkening, as well as more hips that likely indicate a bit more generous rear. Quirking an eyebrow, you nevertheless consider for a moment, then decide to toggle the display of clothes off before hitting Commit to see if it makes any difference, quickly looking back up at the screen.\n\nThe anchor continues to deliver her report on the latest activities of the British royal family as her clothes instantly disappear and her skin gradually darkens, deepening to a rich tan and then a milk chocolate brown as her breasts swell slightly, pink nipples turning darker and thicker. Her lips fill out slightly as her jaw and cheeks round out, hair curling on itself as it darkens to a deep raven color. Her bare boobs jiggle slightly as she makes a show of tapping her papers down and setting them aside before moving on to the next story.\n\nYou stare, both at the change and waiting for something to happen. But there are no squawks of amazement at a woman's race visibly changing onscreen, nor any cut to commercial or technical difficulties screens at the fact that there's now a nude woman on network television reading the news. Feeling stunned again, you pull out your phone and look up the newscaster's name, finding that all the images of her are of an African-American woman... and most of them are of her doing the newscast naked. Apparently as far as the world is concerned, she's not only always been black, but a major network having a nudist anchorwoman is completely normal.\n\n'... Adjustment Mode... that's what it does,' you think as you set the phone aside and stare at the newscast again. 'Not only can this thing change real people's bodies by changing the models of them, that Adjustment Mode basically... retcons it so that it was always that way, and everyone thinks the adjustment is normal. That means... you could make whatever changes you want to someone and never get caught, because nobody would know anything was changed.'\n\n<hr>\n[[This is freaky, unnatural, and dangerous!|GGME]]\n\n[[This is... really cool.|GGME2x4]]

Hm. Maybe it is time to take your art a bit more seriously. After all, it's always a way to pick up money on the side even if you don't move into an art-related field. Besides, if your parents hear that you're getting serious about it, maybe they'll even take over your payments or something. "I think I'd like to get the art tablet."\n\n"Excellent." Lilith smiles evenly as you fish out a ten dollar bill (which you expect a rejection of or at least a scowl, but she just plucks it from your hand), and has you fill in a few things on the contract. Tucking the papers away, she reaches over to unfasten the clamps on the display model. "Here, why don't you just take this one?"\n\nYou blink. "Um, but-"\n\n"We only put it out a few minutes ago, I assure you. Here's all the necessities," she adds, dipping under the counter and proffering you a drawstring bag. "The manual and cables. This one is charged up and ready, you see, and I really think you should try the scan function before you leave, while you still have access to the variety of people out in the public," she urges, winking at you. "Trust me."\n\n"O... kay." Shrugging, you accept the tablet. Weird lady. But hell, you're walking out of here with a high-end art tablet and only ten dollars poorer, you can't complain too much. You make your way to one of the more central sections of the mall and plop yourself down, turning on the tablet and watching its fiery startup screen play (that's pretty cool). The screen that pops up has several selections: 'Start New File', 'Import File', and 'Scan Area' being the top ones. Well, the sales lady did suggest it, so you tap 'Scan Area'. The tablet blips and spends a few moments showing a swirling-flames loading icon. Then you blink as it pops up an image that looks like you took a photo of the area in front of you. Except that you never even raised the tablet. There are a handful of tools, so you pull out the stylus and click the 'scroll' icon to drag it, finding you can swing the view around in full three dimensions. "Wild," you murmur to yourself.\n\nIt looks like pretty much all the people got scanned too, though they're just sort of standing around in T-poses, drifting slowly by as they move in and out of the area. (There's a small 'History' button in the corner, maybe that's where it keeps track of people that it's scanned but aren't around anymore?) Curious, you tap one of the people who's largely static in location in real life too... an older lady hanging around trying to get people to take surveys. Tapping her with the stylus swings her up into the foreground on a screen, with the options for 'Edit Manually' and 'Edit With Presets' appearing beside her. Since you're curious, you tap the presets option, and watch as that half of the screen is replaced by a scrollable list of sliders, pulldown menus, and checkboxes, all with various names.\n\nYou notice that it has her name up at the top, which is also editable, but that you decide to leave alone for the moment. One of the first sliders is 'Age', currently set at 61. (Wow, she looks older.) You tap the bar of the slider and drag it to the left, fascinated as the image on the right grows thinner, slightly taller, and then shorter again, wrinkles disappearing and hair darkening to black. (The hairstyle and clothes stay the same though, though it does look like there are selectors for those.) Huh, that's pretty cool you think, leaving the slider set at 19. Curious, you start tapping on the woman's image, and each tap automatically selects the slider for the body part in question. Just idly messing, you tighten up her belly and waist, alter the curves of her hips a little, make a few other changes here and there, treating it like designing a body shape for uploading to a video game mod site that will earn you a bunch of downloads. ... Speaking of which. Grinning and mostly for the lulz, you select her breasts, and move the slider well up until each boob is roughly twice the size of her head. You snicker to yourself at your silliness, but at the same time have to admit that this has to be one of the best modeling programs you've ever used... normally sizing up a part like that would make the shape start getting all janky or even showing hard polygon edges, but the image looks as natural as it's possible for such immense breasts to be and still maintain the same firmness and fullness as smaller ones. You discover a toggle for showing clothes and turn that off, and they're not all veiny or distorted either, they really are pretty idealized like a game character's.\n\nOnce you've toggled her clothes back on, you notice that way down at the bottom of the list of potential alterations is a big green button reading 'Commit'. Above that is a little toggle button, with text next to it reading 'Adjustment Mode'. Presumably that will save the model, though you're not sure what Adjustment Mode is. Well, you've spent about fifteen minutes working on this, may as well try saving the model for some later use.\n\n<hr>\n[[Turn Adjustment Mode on, Commit.|GGME2x3]]\n\n[[Leave Adjustment Mode off, Commit.|GGME]]

This... is way too interesting an opportunity. You tap your own character model, feeling somewhere between a wild surge of power and an intense burst of fear as the now familiar screen pops up. Curious, you tap the clothes display option... yep, that's you naked. You glance down at yourself reflexively, feeling briefly surprised to see yourself clothed, before you remember that you have to hit Commit before any changes will take effect. Right.\n\nHm, well, here's something. You find the listing for 'Clothing & Accessories' and open it up, tapping open more lists and menus until you find one for body jewelry. Sorting through images of nipple rings, you find a pair you like (silver with little sapphires on the center) and drag the image over to your model, blushing a little as they click into place and you see what you'll look like wearing them. Pretty good, really. You almost hit 'Commit' before you remember to tap your clothes back on, then hit the green button and brace yourself, flinching and closing your eyes. After a second you peek one open and glance down at yourself... you were expecting like a sudden pinch or something. Pulling off your shirt, you look down and... yep, there they are, your nipples now stiff and pierced by a pair of little silver rings. You were expecting a sudden pinching sensation or something, but they're just... there. You set the tablet aside and bring your hands up, gently tugging at the rings and giving a soft 'mmf' of response. No pain, really, unless you tug a bit harder (and even that's... a bit nice). So it's obvious that it's like you've had them for awhile. ... Surely not <i>always</i>, it can't have made it so that you had them from birth since they're just an accessory! Maybe more like 'as soon as you were legally allowed to get them with parent permission', which you've never been able to get before.\n\nBut yes, obviously it works on you too. You spend a little bit messing with the various sliders and options. Overall you're pretty happy with your body, but just a few touches here and there to the size of your breasts and a bit on the shape of your butt and hips. You also find that there are sliders for muscles, and by tweaking them and then shifting the 'Visible Muscle Definition' back down (most) of the way, you achieve a look mostly like usual, albeit with an overall more fit appearance and taut stomach without going all the way to girlabs. You hit 'Commit', glance around, then spot one of your messenger bags that's loaded almost to bursting with tabletop gaming books. You walk over and snag the handle... and lift it near-effortlessly. Looks like it really did work, you've effectively made yourself stronger! A lot stronger, it seems.\n\nGrinning, you flop back down, bare breasts jiggling and nipple rings flashing lightly as you turn your attention back to the model. Let's see... you don't really want to mess with your race, you've already made your hair a bit longer, your name is fine just as it is...\n\nYou pause as you notice that the Sex option is a dropdown menu. Tapping it, you see that it lists not just 'Male' and 'Female', but other options like 'Intersex (Male Appearance, Hermaphrodite)', 'Intersex (Female Appearance, Hermaphrodite)', 'Intersex (Female Appearance, No Vagina)', and the option for a custom sex. You could... well, you always have kind of wondered [[what having one would be like|GGME2x6]]...\n\nOn the other hand... well, you've always been largely satisfied with the size of your boobs, but that was partly because you knew if they were enormous, they wouldn't look as good. Using this thing, that's not a problem! You could [[give yourself a pair of huge 'Get out of jail free' cards|GGME]] that would make you quite possibly the most popular girl in school, really let you put some of those bitches with mere DD's in their place!\n\nOr... now here's a thought, you muse with a thoughtful frown. You're passingly familiar with enough theories about what attracts people to others that with a bit of work, you could make yourself [[intensely attractive to everyone|GGME]]. With that and some of the other options available, you could make yourself popualr with... whoever you wanted to be popular with.

You can't believe this thing is like... magic, or supertech, or something, but you've had something amazing pretty much fall into your hands! You've got to try it out more!\n\nHm, let's see. You could try it out on more TV personalities or celebrities, but that seems kind of 'meh'. Same for all the models currently stored in the history from the earlier scan. No, it would be best to try this on someone you know. You could call up [[a friend|GGME]] or track down [[an enemy|GGME]]. Or, well, you could wait for your [[parents|GGME]] to come home, there's a thought...\n\nYou pause briefly as a thought occurs to you. Tapping back to the scanned model of your room, you find the controls for moving away from the central point, move ahead some, and then swing around 180. And... there's [[you|GGME2x5]], sitting with your arms straight out to the sides, tablet in one hand. Could you alter yourself as thoroughly as others...?

'Why mess around with maybes when you've got like some sort of god-machine to use?' you think, unable to keep a bit of a smug smirk off your lips. It shifts to a thoughtful frown as you consider. But how? This thing alters people's bodies, not their minds (that you've discovered so far). Well, it alters their minds when it does Adjustment Mode...\n\nThen you blink. Maybe that's it! One of the options it has is 'Import File'. Picking up the tablet again, you select that and find that it apparently has options for importing other models as well as its own filetype... but also, just as you were hoping, image and movie files. \n\n'She said it had a ton of editing options, so I'm betting it will let me edit movies so that different stuff happens in them,' you think with a grin. 'And with Adjustment Mode on, a movie file of the past will retroactively change to become the truth. I can rewrite any video I take to make it go my way... I won't remember or experience it the way I make it go in the movie, apparently, since I'm the one with the tablet, but that means that going forward I can take advantage of what I set up!'\n\nYou consider briefly on how best to do this. Well first of all you might need to decide who you want to target. ... The closest and easiest targets would, of course, be [[one of your parents|GGME2x8]], which really should alarm you to think of, but apparently the double dose of teenage hormones is really doing a number on you because all that really happens is your cock starting to twitch back to life. But again you also have options of targeting a [[friend|GGME]], or you suppose an [[enemy|GGME]]. But then someone [[semi-anonymous|GGME]] might be better, though you guess you'd have to do more work setting it up so you could actually take advantage of that.

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

Mm... your mother already has a really great body, with a nice round ass and big tits, and admittedly there's the narcissistic appeal of the fact that she looks a lot like you. You stroke your now thoroughly stiff dick again as you consider. You suppose you could dig up [[an old video|GGME]] of the two of you, but a lot of those have been shared around and... well, basically retconning you and her having any kind of sexual relationship into being essentially public knowledge. To judge by your experiment with the news lady, the world would also be just as fine with that as your current, normal relationship with her... but you're not entirely sure that you're quite ready for that level of weird. ... On the other hand it would mean you could be fucking her practically the moment she came home from work.\n\nThe more delayed gratification method would be to [[make a new video|GGME2x10]]. That way you could make it so that it was really only something between the two of you... or at least something that the entire world wouldn't know. You'd also have a much broader range of, well... 'flavors' you could give things. It would mean that you probably wouldn't be able to actually fuck her for a day or two, but it would give you more options and more control.

Fuck it, they're convenient and they're both already hot, and if there's anything you don't like, well, you can just change them with the tablet, right?\n\nBut then the question is, whether to go for your [[father|GGME]], or your [[mother|GGME2x9]]... or maybe [[both|GGME]]?

All through the long march back to your room you're just dreaming of getting inside and alone so this can finally end. Once the door is closed you finally discover you can move on your own again, and quickly rush to your suitcase, grabbing the first pair of panties you find and starting to pull them on. But once your feet are in them and you try to pull them up, your body freezes up entirely. Any time you try to pull them on, your body refuses to obey you, muscles stiff and paralyzed, until you finally step out of them. You try again with other clothes... shirts, jeans, shorts, underwear, even your robe, but any attempts to cover your nudity are met by your body simply stopping in place until you cease trying to cover up.\n\nEventually you're forced to realize that you're just going to have to stay naked. Fine, you'll just... stay in your room. For the rest of the tournament. It will be boring, and possibly rather hungry if they won't bring you any food here, but you have some protein bars and the sink, you can survive. Except that night when the dinner bell rings, you find yourself standing and marching out of your room and down the hall, yet again unable to stop yourself from walking nude through the complex, this time arriving at the dining hall. Many of the people gathered stare at you, and there's more than a little pointing and whispering, even some laughter and hoots, but there's nothing you can do. Any attempt to turn around and leave results in your body freezing up, the only movements you're apparently allowed to do are moving forward. So finally you give up and head to get your food, and then move to settle at a table, feeling every eye in the place roaming over your naked body, and thus feeling your pussy dripping onto the cold stone of the bench beneath you.\n\nYou have to spend the entire rest of the tournament like that. Occasionally you'll find yourself just getting up and heading out to watch a match naked, sitting amidst the crowds, many of whom obviously wind up more interested in watching you than the fights. That's not even getting into apparently being required to spend at least an hour every mealtime in the dining hall. The shock of your nudity seems to quickly wear off for the others, turning to haughty dismissal or perverted leers. As the days go on, people grow bolder, at first leaning in to whisper lewd comments about your tits or ass or other bits of your body, but then growing louder, more frank, and more degrading as time passes. And the worst of it all is the more men tell you how much they'd love to bend you over and slam their cocks into your ass, or women tell you how much they'd like to pin you to the bed and rub their pussies all over your face, because you're obviously a slut who wants it, the wetter your pussy gets and the stiffer your nipples become. By the end of the tournament you're honestly wishing someone <i>would</i> grab you and just use you to get themselves off, but apparently not actually being touched is part of the spell laid on you.\n\nOnce the tournament's over, you try to go back to your normal life, but there are now several thousand pictures of your naked body out there on the internet, which is enough of a scandal to see you shut out of the professional martial arts world. At least you have a chest full of rubies to live on, and live quite comfortably. And yet, despite your wealth, eventually you can't resist the siren call of the training your body and mind received during Hell Kore. You find yourself spending most of your nights in front of the computer, using your webcam and hanging out in the pits of the internet, obeying requests (and demands) to show off your body, to write degrading things on yourself with marker, to finger your pussy and your asshole, all while being called slut, tramp, attention whore, and getting off on every moment of it.\n\nOh well. You're rich, you're orgasming regularly, and you have fame of a sort. Could be worse.\n\n<b>Hell Kore ending</b> - <i>Public spectacle</i>

Your eyes light up. "Oh, oh, this is the part where you guys 'rape' me, right?!"\n\nThat seems to take the girls who had begun to cluster around you aback a little bit, with pixie cut glancing at the others before back at you. "Uh, well... I mean, we-"\n\nYou scramble to your feet, starting to undo the cutoffs you're wearing. "Like, you all gang up on me, and while I'm being a moron and just repeating something that'll piss you off even more, you're all grabbing at me and fondling me, yeah?!"\n\n"Er, I mean... we kind of..." ponytail murmurs, rubbing the back of her neck nervously as she shuffles in place.\n\nDropping the cutoffs, you peel off your shirt, boobs jiggling a little bit as they're freed. "And then you start whipping out the sex toys to use on me, showing you were totally planning on humiliating me and lesbian gangbanging me from the beginning, right?"\n\n"Um." A blonde girl with her hair in rather unflattering pigtails looks down at the purple double-ended dildo she's holding, then whips it guiltily behind her back as you look over at her. "... Maybe?" she murmurs, scuffing a bare foot on the floor.\n\n"Okay, yeah, let's do this thing!" you declare, thrusting your arms out to the sides and jutting out your chest in invitation. Only to hear... complete silence. You blink, lifting your head and looking around, to see that the entire small crowd of women is exchanging glances and shifting around in place. "... Uh, hey, c'mon, let's make with the lesbian gangrape fantasy. Chop chop."\n\n"... I mean," ponytail hedges, rolling her shoulders in a shrug.\n\n"You made it weird," pixie cut asserts a moment later, sighing. \n\n"Oh, come on!" you blurt in outrage once it sinks in what they're saying. "You guys were all set up to completely gang up on me! I mean, you've even got the token lesbian haircut, you were probably going to pound me with a strapon and spit in my face while calling me a bitch!"\n\n"I... j-just because I was gonna do that doesn't mean I want to have you calling it out first!" pixie cut stammers, coloring and glancing away as she folds her arms.\n\n"I think maybe we should just say 'good game' and call it a night," ponytail adds in an even tone, making a placating gesture with both hands.\n\nYou stare around at the gang of previously raring-to-go women, who are now all avoiding meeting your eyes. Are they kidding?!\n\n<hr>\n[[This is the suckiest porn ever! You quit!|GGPorn]]\n\n[[... Well SOMEbody is getting raped here tonight!|GGPorn]]

Well, you've gotta check this video out, just to see who your porn counterpart is if nothing else. You look directly at the title and click the button to select it.\n\nYou're suddenly looking at an entirely different computer monitor, with no AR HUD. You blink a few times, then look around, spotting a double-row of desks with monitors on them and what looks like a bunch of Alienware-ish computer cases settled between them. Sitting at the desks are about eight other girls, all of them either youngish-looking twenty-somethings or thirty-somethings trying to pass for teenagers, but also all of them are kitted out in 'gamer' gear, with obviously cosmetic glasses and 'nerd' T-shirts bought from The Big Corporate Rebel stores at the mall. You glance down at yourself to find you're wearing an Adventure Time shirt with scientist Princess Bubblegum on it, and a pair of snug denim cutoffs, not at all what you were wearing when you put the visor on. What the fu-\n\nThe sound of explosions over speakers yanks your head back up to the screen, and you notice the edges flashing red to show you're taking damage. Pure competitive instinct takes over as you grab for the mouse and thrust your hand to the keyboard, flinging your in-game avatar into motion. Your brain processes the stats and shows you that you're well behind, both in kills and gear, and the part of you that refuses to lose immediately discards some of the finer points of FPS etiquette as you resolve to win, grabbing for rocket launchers and overpowered combat knives, tossing sticky bombs at spawn points and actually using the sniper rifles. There's growing sounds of discontent and glares from the other women around you, but you ignore them as you push forward with turning your lagging behind into a complete slaughter. Eventually as the match time runs out, showing you with twice the kills of the second place player, you thrust your hands in the air as the MVP animation plays. "Yes!"\n\n"Hey! That was bullshit!" the woman next to you says, a brunette in a ponytail and yellow-tinted visor sunglasses says, standing up and turning towards you with a frown.\n\n"You were playing totally cheap!" a bottle blonde with a pixie cut asserts.\n\n"I bet you had cheats or hax on or something!"\n\n"Yeah, complete hax!"\n\n"Haaaax!"\n\nYou're torn in an odd direction... on the one hand you definitely remember just a few minutes ago when you were sliding the VR visor on. On the other hand this seems incredibly real, and was obviously interactive since the game actually followed your commands. Is this the real life? Is this just fantasy? How should you respond, like you would if this was an actual session, or like it was the porn you remember selecting?\n\n<hr>\n[["Look, I'm just better than you, that's all."|GGPorn]]\n\n[["Oooo, are you gonna punish me?!"|GGPorn5x3]]

Hey, gotta spread the love around, and sometimes it's just nice to enjoy the view of pretty girls. So, yeah, you're still sort of figuring out which of the two categories (or both) you're most interested in, and have downloaded plenty, from the soft and sweet stuff to the rougher types. One is obviously from a well-known series of videos, though you blink as you realize it has your own name on it. Wow, some porn starlet happened onto your actual name as her stage one? ... Admittedly, when you think about it, you do have a kind of porny name. There's also one that's just a filename instead of the titles the others have, must not have been able to find info for that one.\n\n[[Strapon Cum Queens|GGPorn]]\n\n[[Cheerleader Initiation V - For Victory|GGPorn]]\n\n[[The Violation of Cyan LaChance|GGPorn5x2]]\n\n[[Daughter Tradeoff - Darling Girl|GGPorn]]\n\n[[666.mp4|GGPorn666x1]]

Your booted feet crunch lightly on the packed-down snow as you walk, though not as much as the footsteps of the fully-armored figures behind you. You're long since past being bothered by the cold, or the wind, or the crap in the air. Your knees do ache just a little though... you guess that even with rejuvenation treatments, there's only so much they can do once you hit your forties and you live in the arctic.\n\n"Where you wanna bet this group's runner goes?" grunts the figure on your right.\n\n"Hmmmm. I saaaay... halfway through the speech," the one on the left replies with a brief glance, shifting the long rifle with its katana-like blade along the underside. "You always like doing long odds, what do you say?"\n\n"My bet's we get two," the much bigger figure with its massive gatling rifle booms smugly. "One before we even get there, one right as they get to the bunker and walking inside feels too real. What about you, Cyan?"\n\n"First look at the Perimeter," you answer immediately, evenly. "It's always the first look at the Perimeter, nine times out of ten."\n\n"Saaafe beeeeet," the other two chorus teasingly, before chortling. "C'mon, live a little!" the big one urges.\n\n"I'll settle for living to tomorrow, like always. Now shut up, we're almost there."\n\nBoth of the armored forms obediently fall silent as, off to the side, the outline of a space transport looms. Walking past it, you approach the group of shivering, hunched orange-clad forms. You step into the slightly brighter ring of floodlights that forms the landing area, waiting as heads and hoods turn towards you, making sure they can see you're in no particular rush, that you're not bothered at all. Letting them know you've done this hundreds of times before and it's old hat.\n\n"Alright, listen up," you call, both raising your voice and keeping it completely even as you speak. "I am Commander LaChance, on my right is Lieutenant Jehemis, on my left is Lieutenant Kaze. And you have either done something very bad, pissed the wrong person off, or made a very bad decision. You have done one of these three things if you are in Dark Sector 36..."\n\n<b>Dark Sector Thirty-Six</b> End - <i>Home</i>

Of course the video spreads. Most of the team are your friends, but the fact that you fucked a dog at a motel pool is just too juicy for teenage girls to resist spreading around. Before you've even gotten to the competition, Coach Morrison has stiffly informed you that maybe it's best if you sit out the camp and let Cassie take over as squad captain. When you get back you're not exactly surprised that you're given a 'we'll call you' when you glumly ask when the next practice is.\n\nWithin the month you're known throughout town as "that girl who fucks dogs in public". Everywhere you go you get double-takes and some outright stares... the less couth go all out and shout things like "Hey baby I'll do you doggy style!" or "Wanna ride my red rocket honey?" After your dad gets arrested the second time for punching one of them in the face you just start refusing to leave the house.\n\nOn the first day of school, the very first thing you're called into the principal's office. He hems and haws and harrumphs at you, glaring disapprovingly all the while and muttering vague things about indecency, then finally gives you a very vague and sideways lecture about morals and proper behavior before dismissing you. It takes awhile for the confusion to wear off enough that you realize the only reason you haven't been expelled is that then he'd have to admit to having seen a video of you fucking a dog. Still, he has his "educator's" revenge... no matter how hard you try, no teacher will seem to give you anything above a 70 on your work. You suppose you could complain to the higher authorities, but then they'd want to know <i>why</i> you were being singled out for punishment, and you'd probably wind up expelled anyway. After awhile you just resign yourself to the abuse and try to quietly make it through.\n\nWhen it comes time to go to college, you have neither particularly good grades nor your hoped-for extracurriculars to recommend you, but at that point picking a school far, far away from Deviville is the only thing on your mind. You finally decide on a school in Canada, since you're pretty sure that they don't even use the internet for anything but fake apologizing to people on social media. Unfortunately they apparently also use it for porn, as you discover when you go to a frat party and find a very solicitous boy gently plying you with alcohol until eventually you find yourself on all fours in the middle of the party, moaning and gasping as the frat's housepet, a big brown boxer, pounds away at your cunt while the rest of the partygoers laugh or whoop or fondle themselves.\n\nOnce you realize you've become not just "that girl who fucks dogs in public" but "that girl who fucks dogs for audiences at parties", you just sort of give up and embrace it. Sure, why not? Got a dog? You'll fuck him, let whoever wants to watch and jerk off or finger themselves. Suck a guy's dick while his dog pounds you up the ass? Yeah why not. Of course you fairly quickly get kicked out of school, but that just gives you the excuse to start charging. Most nights you flop in a guy's room after a 'performance', your skin covered in a mingling of human cum and dog cum, until the sun comes up and you're allowed a brief shower before being shooed out the door like bad night air.\n\nOh well. At least you wound up with a career.\n\n<b>Amanda at the Motel</b> end - <i>Reputation's gone to the dogs</i>

Let's see what all is available, shall we? You tap the link, and are treated to less of the usual series of banners and icons and more of another list, apparently the store being relatively small enough that simple titles and descriptions are considered to be enough.\n\n<center>[[Fetish Sandbox|GGFSStart]]\nA straightforward simulation designed to try out numerous different kinks, fetishes, fantasies, and other sexual scenarios! No stats, no story, just fun!\n\n[[BlipFUCME|GGMuStart]]\nA combination browser and virtual interface for Fantasy User Created Multiplayer Engines. BlipFUCME allows you to interact with both other (and more traditional) VR users and text-based environments in a fully immersive way. Note: FUCMEs are maintained by their individual owners, the creators of BlipFUCME take no responsibility for the user's experience or behavior.\n\n[[VBoober Studio|GGVTStart]]\nA program for creating "virtual youtuber" avatars in an immersive virtual environment and then streaming from there with them. Has a connected service for assisting in broadcasting and accepting donations.\n</center>\n\n

Curious to learn what exactly is in the vaguely-summarized tome, you settle the stack of other books to one side and plop that one open in front of you. You give Woolly a few idle pats as he settles down next to your chair, then turn your attention to <i>Animus Vox</i>.\n\nIt takes awhile of reading, rereading, and sorting through the rather dense (and somewhat pretentious) text before you can really start to get an idea of what it's about. You now certainly have an inkling of why its description in the card catalog was so vague... most people would have given up on trying to make sense of it way before you did. There is talk about statues, yes, but the worshiping them is a little off. What the cult apparently actually worshiped was a sort of metaphysical, pseudo-philosophical concept of creating a thing by creating a solid image of the thing... essentially "I see it and can touch it, therefore it exists". That if you could make a physical, three-dimensional representation of something, no matter how strange or fictional, that you could bring that thing into existence.\n\nA lot of the first section of the book is a (very elaborate and purple prosed) dissertation on the concepts and themes which drive the cult, and then the life history of the first head of the cult to really get it seriously motivated to try and unlock the mysteries of their philosophy. Apparently he lost his... lover? Wife? Daughter? Honestly the text is so melodramatic and grandiose that it only refers to her with things like "beloved sweet innocent" and "but a darling in the flower of youth" and "precious cinnamon roll" and so on. But he wanted to find a way to use the philosophies and magic of the cult to bring her back to life. But obviously he first had to unlock the true power, yadda yadda, starting with wood carvings and-\n\n"Wow, this guy really thought his magic powers were real," you snort, speaking aloud. (It doesn't count as talking to yourself, you've got Woolly with you.) "Either that or this is mislabeled fiction. Or just more of a tall tale than 'Hidalgo'." You flip through some of the pages in the last half of the book. "Look, they even included a bunch of silly incantations and stuff, and... I don't think this is even old English, it's just goofy styling. 'Uff teh self-perpeshuasheon uff teh spelz'... more like bad internet typing than anything else, and then this other stuff is just gibberish. 'Mad dra pu-'"\n\nYou jerk a bit in your chair as Woolly suddenly leaps to his feet, fur standing on end. Making worried-sounding whimpers low in his throat, he starts backing away, making you blink. "Geez, Woolly, what's gotten into you? It's just a book, see?" You lift the tome to let him get a better look at it, only for the huge dog to turn and bolt away. "HEY! Woolly!" You stare after him for several long moments, but really, what can you do? Besides being way faster than you are, he outweighs you by a <i>lot</i>... you could no more go after him and make him come back than you could stop a stampede. "What in the world? All over saying 'Mad dra puug lycd cbammc uh edc ufh'?" you mutter, staring at the page and doing your best to pronounce the letter jumble words.\n\nThen you shudder as a faint breeze goes through the whole library... this place is cavernous, but <i>that</i> is just unnatural! The chill running up your spine changes tones as the book shakes faintly in your hands, before suddenly snapping shut of its own accord. You yank your hands away in reflex, then stare in wide-eyed horror as the top cover flaps, the pages twisting and rippling like some obscene white tongue, a strange, echoing voice emerging from it.\n\n"<b>Cdydia, yneca, yht vilg draca dfu cmidc ihdem drao pnayg.</b>"\n\nYou stare at the book, not certain what to do, then you hear a loud, awful scraping noise from the direction of the entrance, followed almost immediately by a thunderous crash that actually shakes the floor a bit. What's happening?!\n\n<hr>\n[[Go investigate.|WilmaLibrary2ax1]]\n\n[[Hide!|WilmaLibrary2x2]]

Yanking yourself back from the thoughts almost feels like physically falling off of something, and you come close to toppling out of your chair. You see both your parents start, concern on their faces as you stand up. "Actually, I'm kinda feeling... I think I'm coming down with something," you say, stepping back. "I'm... gonna go back to bed."\n\n"Cyan, are you sure? Maybe you should take something..."\n\n"I'll be fine, I just... I'm gonna rest some more," you stammer, turning and doing your best not to run up the stairs. You have to fight not to slam the door to your room, slumping back against it. Your heart is pounding, but the rhythm feels irregular... even your breathing feels strange and wheezy. maybe you really are sick? But no, something more than that feels... wrong. The cold you're starting to feel isn't like the chills, it's just... an all-over, bone deep cold, a chill that doesn't seem to hurt or make you shake, just to be an absence of warmth. You hurry into your bathroom and splash some water on your face, then look up at the sheet white expression staring back at you. Then your eyes widen as you watch your ears grow to slight points, and your right eye fade from blue to a vibrant crimson. \n\n"Shit shit shit shit," you stammer as you stagger back from the mirror, pressing a hand over your eye. There's a pressure in your teeth, and it seems to be growing with the hunger aching through your entire body, not just your stomach. You're no idiot... the desire to bite, the red eyes, the pointed ears, you're not exactly turning into a zombie here. As you breathe hard, you more and more realize that you can smell your parents downstairs, vibrant and alive, and the desire to do more than bite is getting stronger. Cursing again, you grab a hoodie out of your closet and pull it on, hauling the hood up to hide your ears. Shoving your window open, without really thinking about it you slip out and drop to the ground from the second story, landing in a light crouch. You pause, realizing what you just did, but then a throb of hunger sends you scurrying away without overthinking it, bare feet unbothered by the still-warm concrete of the sidewalk.\n\nYou try to think, finding it hard amidst the sickly sensations running through your body and the thrum of the hunger. You need some help, from somewhere, someone, but who? Well... you've never been the church-going sort, but now might be a good time to take it up, you think, unable to help grinning ruefully. You guess you could go to a doctor... maybe it's a viral thing? Both of those seem a little scary, trusting a stranger with saying 'I'm a vampire'. You don't have many other choices... except maybe your friend Max. Max is, like you, a giant gaming nerd... but she's an even bigger nerd for occultism and mythology and weird monsters and stuff. Maybe she'd know how this happened, how could it have happened? You don't remember being bitten, though maybe a vampire could make you forget. But you don't remember seeing any marks on your neck or anywhere else, after all you got a pretty good look at your naked body when you were trying on-\n\nYou stop in place, then glance down at your chest. 'Blood Wine' colored lingerie. <i>Blood</i> wine?! Could it seriously be that? ... It did seem like maybe your boobs really did get a little bigger when you put on the bra. If they actually did... and that's when the changes started...\n\n<hr>\n[[Go to a church.|GGLing]]\n\n[[See a doctor.|GGLing]]\n\n[[Talk to Max.|GGLing]]\n\n[[Find Lina.|GGLing2x2]]

At the last moment before she makes contact, you jerk yourself back from her, reflexively stiffarming her away from you as you stagger away. "No! What the hell did you do to me?!" you demand, your lips pulling away from your new fangs as you glare at her.\n\nYou can see her hand move, but there's nothing you can actually do about it as it smashes across the side of your face. Her fingers feel like elevator cables striking across your skull at high speed, sending you hurtling to the side and smashing through the legs of the bargain bin, the container crashing down on top of you, spilling panties around your body. You jerk a little, every movement sending fresh shots of pain cascading through your body from your head as you try to get your hands under her, barely able to make your eyes focus as she strides slowly and deliberately towards you, her lips pressed together and glowing red eyes narrow in fury.\n\n"It's been a long time since some little maggot of a thrall dared to show their fangs to me," Lina says. Despite the evenness of her voice, the cold fury underlying each word is obvious and sends a throb of absolute terror through your body. "For that, I'm going to make you suffer before you give your will over to mine."\n\nEvery step closer she comes, you can feel the urge to throw yourself at her feet and start slobberingly begging for forgiveness as you kiss her feet. Only the flashes of physical pain from your head with every slight movement of your body give you the resistance necessary to avoid doing so, the agony serving as a sharp reminder of what's in store for you if you submit. You have to-\n\n<hr>\n[[-escape!|GGLing]]\n\n[[-fight back!|GGLing]]

It doesn't make any sense... but then, neither does turning into a vampire in the first place. Hunching in on yourself a bit more, you hurry off down the streets, retracing your steps from earlier today. You soon find your way back to the lingerie shop, letting out a shallow huff of relief when you realize that it's still open. You hurry to the door and inside, looking around desperately. "H-hey, Lina?"\n\n"Hm?" The blonde emerges from some of the racks, making her way over to you. "Well, if it isn't Cyan. I kind of thought you might be back."\n\n"Y-yeah, well, see, I know it's ridiculous, but I... I..." You trail off, staring at her, realizing two things. The first is that you're looking right at her, and she doesn't seem to find the fact that you've gone sheet white and have one red eye at all odd. The second is, "I... never told you my name."\n\nLina laughs softly, delicately laying a hand to her chin... as her own skin loses all color, ears drawing up to points and eyes flooding with red and beginning to glow slightly. "Well, what sort of Vampire Lord would I be if I didn't know the names of my offspring?" she coos, her voice having taken on a faint, silky otherworldly factor that makes it caress over your ears.\n\nYou tremble a little as you stare at her. Actually... everything about her is now washing seductively over your senses. The smell of her, sight of her, the sound of her even, every slight rustle of the fabric she's wearing as she walks over to stand closer in front of you. You find yourself breathing harder, feeling like each one exhales oxygen from your lungs but draws precious little in, your heart beating faster and faster until it almost feels like it's not beating at all. You tremble, your pussy wet and swollen, your nipples practically drilling through the bra she gifted you as she smiles, slowly reaching out a hand towards your cheek.\n\n<hr>\n[[Submit.|GGLing]]\n\n[[Resist.|GGLing2x3]]

You take down the Misogybot Rifle, its armatures and any others that had been extended quickly retracting into the walls. You spend a few moments checking its weight and sights, making sure the program hasn't thrown you any curves (it's only supposed to do that to Bounty Hunters that aren't you, but you never know), before nodding and turning to walk through the now-open portal door.\n\nYou emerge into the Sector Seven slums, not too far down the street from the Seventh Heaven. From the looks and sounds of things the bar is still open, though winding down for the night... more people are walking out and no one's walking in. While whatever player inhabiting the role currently thinks of themselves as Tifa Lockhart, they're probably still driven by a desire to get out and explore, but obviously Tifa can't do that if the bar is still full of patrons... it wouldn't be very Tifa-y to kick everyone out just so she can go look at the Shinra Building or fight ghosts in the trainyard.\n\nHm, now what to do...?\n\n<hr>\n[[Go right at her.|CapTifa-MBR2x1]]\n\n[[Hunker down and wait.|CapTifa-MBR1x1]]

"Looks like a heavily armored hull, heavy shield generator, multiple weapon emplacements," you read off, doing your best not to let your voice shake at all. "Quite a few life signs... I think... but it's difficult to get exact readings, probably by design."\n\n"Hm." Calama looks at the screen for a long moment, before glancing towards the rest of operations. "Condition Aquamarine."\n\n"Commander, suggest we go to at least Condition Yellow," Drayk murmurs softly, probably too low for anyone other than the Commander (and you, since you're sitting right there) to hear. "That's clearly a warship, if not the front line of an invasion."\n\n"We can't jump to conclusions like that. There's a reason this station is equipped with the fastest power transfer circuits ever developed in protected space," the Commander replies at a similar volume. "And it's specifically so that we can be ready to raise shields or power weapons only when the moment of necessity is upon us. It's too easy for anything else to be seen as provocation." Raising her voice slightly to make it clear she's addressing you again, Calama asks, "Do they appear to have powered their weapons?"\n\n"No, Commander, best I can tell they're at a traveling idle," you reply after double-checking.\n\nCalama glances at Drayk with only the vague suggestion of smugness as if to say 'See?', when one of the other stations calls that the station's receiving a transmission request. The Commander turns and makes her way to the long, curved main console that faces the large viewscreen, the people working at it slipping off to the sides so that they won't be in the way of the discussion. Calama straightens her back a bit (not her spine since at this point you're 90% certain she literally doesn't have one) and says, "Establish link."\n\nThen she actually flinches the tiniest bit as the feed goes live. Which should tell you something even before you focus on the feed yourself. The newly-arrived species is... well, your training really emphasized you should try to stay away from words like "hideous" even in your own head, but damn. His(?) upper face is a reddish, almost metallic half-dome, but dinted and rippled like a car's surface after multiple hailstorms; a pair of thin slits set deep in it seem to serve as eyes, though they genuinely just look like empty sockets gazing into nowhere. Above the dome his head rises to a black crest a bit like a triceratops, black and with two long, scratched and pitted slender horns rising up from above the red, the crest dotted with more short, horns in seemingly random positions and configurations, some of them chipped and broken off. And below the dome is a toothy, lipless maw, with numerous jagged lusterless silver fangs sticking around the edges in all directions, and what looks like more of them on the inside, possibly on a separate jaw. Its skin seems either chitinous or actually metallic, all of it with a faintly wet look like it's had a layer of grease applied, or maybe it's natural since there's a faint dripping of some sort of slimey substance around its lower teeth. If what he's wearing is a uniform, it's slightly bulky and completely utilitarian... a collection of dark colors in sectioned gradients, with what you assume is some sort of tactical harness and various other gear strapped on over it. He... definitely looks like he's more ready to deploy to the field than to open negotiations.\n\n"Greetings," he declares, his voice deep and wet and yet with a faint hiss, like a subwoofer making air escape from underneath a vat of heavily-used motor oil. "I am Commander Ssarr, of the Karnox. We have journeyed here in answer to your kind offer of opening diplomatic relations."\n\nYou can't help but think that, even taking into account for the different manner of speaking, there's a distinct mocking tone to his words. Either she doesn't hear it or chooses to ignore it, though, since Calama replies with her usual mild cheer, "Greetings, Commander, and welcome to DiploStar 15. I'm Commander Calama, and we would indeed be delighted to begin talks of establishing diplomatic ties between Protected Space and the Karnox."\n\n"Good. We are not a patient people, Captain, so we wish to begin as soon as possible," Ssarr says immediately, his voice taking on a vaguely ominous register. "Make your arrangements, we will teleport directly to the gathering room. Security reasons, you understand," he adds with a dismissive hiss before terminating the channel.\n\n"... Start making the arrangements," Calama says to one of the other officers, before wandering back to your station to look at the ship's specs again.\n\n"Commander I <i>highly</i> advise against this," Drayk hisses softly, having stepped in close to the other officer. "All questions of tone and manner aside, that is <i>very</i> obviously a ship of war! If they're using transporter technology, they could have troops all over this station minutes after they've isolated you away from the command center!"\n\n"We cannot afford to think like that, Drayk, our purpose here is to further diplomacy," Calama murmurs back evenly. "We cannot assume ill intentions simply because they're a militaristic culture, or because the commander in charge of the mission has an abrupt manner. It could be anything, it could simply be their social habit, or they have entirely different social and tonal cues than we do. Or maybe he just doesn't like being stuck with this job. In any event, we have to operate in good faith."\n\nCalama's voice again rises to normal speaking volume as she says, "Ensign, do you feel comfortable accompanying me to this negotiation? I'll understand if you feel like dealing with the Karnox is a little much for your first diplomatic mission assist."\n\n<hr>\n[[Agree to attend.|GGSR16x2]]\n\n[[Decline to attend.|GGSR]]\n\n[[Urge her to listen to Drayk.|GGSR16x3]]

"I think I can manage, Commander," you acknowledge with a nod. You pause, then admit, "These guys are pretty scary, but I'll keep my nerve."\n\n"Excellent. As soon as the arrangements are made, we'll be heading to a meeting room to begin first contact procedures!"\n\nIt doesn't take long... the Karnox apparently are indeed pretty impatient, making only a few minor demands before settling on a meeting spot. The Commander leads the way to the room, Drayk and yourself right behind her. The Lieutenant Commander still seems deeply dubious, but it's clear that since her superior has made her decision, she's going to back it; by the time the three of you step into the fairly large conference room with a smallish table (Commander Ssarr requested room for the two men he'd bring with him to move around and not feel penned in), it's almost the meeting time.\n\n"Alright, everyone, remember to do your best to keep a positive attitude, and let's make these negotiations one for the history books," Calama says brightly, even as there's a low droning noise and a dark purple sparkle directly ahead of you.\n\nAnd, you realize a moment too late, directly behind you. And to the sides of you.\n\nBy the time Commander Ssarr has fully materialized his troops around the rest of the room already have, immediately grabbing Calama, Drayk, and you and wrestling you to your knees, hands forced behind your back. There are at least ten Karnox in the room now, all of them armed and most of them with weapons out. Ssarr gives a low hiss of pleasure as his black, empty gaze sweeps back and forth over all three of you, then raises one clawed hand to speak into the device at his wrist. "Report."\n\n"<i>Transport is a success, Commander, we are already deployed strategically throughout the station,</i>" another similar deep, oozey hissing voice replies. "<i>They did react quickly and we have pockets of resistance, including their operations center, which they've managed to lock down.</i>"\n\n"Tell them that if they wish to see their own leader alive again, they will surrender unconditionally," Ssarr says simply, staring directly at Calama, before simply lowering his wrist and apparently closing the channel.\n\n"Commander, surely whatever your ultimate goals are, we can establish some sort of diplomatic solution to-" Calama begins, only for her head to snap to the side as Ssarr almost casually swings the hand holding his big, ugly, intimidating blaster pistol and strikes her across the face. Her head snaps to the side, tentacles thrashing wildly briefly, before she turns her head back, silent now as a trickle of glowing pink blood runs from the side of her mouth and a glowing bruise starts to form on her cheek.\n\n"Mm," Ssarr says thoughtfully as he looks the three of you over, then smirks as he moves to stand over in front of you. "This one is of basic rank, the best to use for entertainment until we need to move," he adds, your eyes widening and your blood running cold as he starts to undo the front of his pants.\n\n"Don't you fucking-!" Drayk roars, throwing herself against her captors, only for one of them to drive the butt of his own pistol against the back of her head, clearly stunning her from the way she slumps in their grip.\n\nSsarr lets out a smug, bubbling chuckle, more goo dripping from between his teeth. He finishes opening his pants and gives a slight thrust of his hips, apparently freeing his member... it's absolutely massive, a thick, glistening thing, black from the root until almost the head, where it turns a bright, furious red; it's mostly humanlike, but the head has little curved protrusions from all around the edge like a sea anenome. It's a sort of glistening metallic glint like much of the rest of his skin, and the whole thing is covered in a thick layer of faintly greenish ooze, as if it were constantly exuding it.\n\n"Open your mouth, fuckmeat," Ssarr commands evenly. When you hesitate even the slightest amount, he presses the barrel of his blaster to the top of your temple, hissing out again, "<i>Open your mouth.</i>"\n\nYou swallow hard, but then obediently open your mouth wide, unconsciously poking out your tongue a bit as well. Ssarr immediately grabs your hair with his free hand and shoves you forward hard, forcing your mouth over his cockhead, the slime spurting out around your lips and dribbling down your chin. You instantly gag, both from having your mouth suddenly shoved so full of cock that even just the head is already nudging the opening of your throat, and the taste of the slime. You couldn't even say what it tastes <i>like</i>, it's like it's just chemically formulated to provoke your body's disgust reaction.\n\nBut Ssarr begins ruthlessly forcing more of it down your throat, mercilessly cramming inch after inch of his slimey, slick fuckstick past your lips. Though he changes the angle his blaster is at, he keeps it held right to your head, making the implication clear: if you displease him in any way, he'll put a smoking hole through your brain while he's still in the middle of fucking your face. Part of your brain panics, and before you really know it you're unwillingly sucking at and tonguing him, your lizard brain desperate enough to prove your obedience and thus your worthiness to live that it bypasses your conscious thoughts entirely. Ssarr lets out one of those bubbling, mocking chuckles... clearly he's felt that plenty of times before.\n\nHis brutal thrusts and yanks keep forcing your head further and further forward, your throat bulging obscenely with his girth, actually showing off the little bumps ringing his cockhead whenever he pulls out enough. He forces your head down until your nose is grinding against his odorous crotch and his hefty black balls, covered with their own rivulets of dripped-down slime, are practically engulfing your chin.\n\nAnd then he holds you there.\n\nSoon you start to buck and twist, a different survival instinct overcoming the one that was trying to please him as you desperately try to pull yourself away from the thick alien shaft blocking your airway. But Ssarr's own grip doesn't waiver, nor does that of his man behind you restraining your arms, and your eyes roll and your body begins to quiver as darkness edges in a bit around your vision. Distantly you can hear Calama and Drayk shouting out in protest, and the similarly distant thumps, but everything's starting to go away...\n\nAnd then Ssarr abruptly pulls out, those protrusions on his cockhead pulling along your throat and feeling like they're permanently stretching it, until he pulls free and you cough and splutter gasping and trying to inhale through the thick layer of disgusting slime he left in your throat and mouth, your whole lower face covered and dripping with the stuff; you don't even notice as the Karnox behind you applies a set of manacles to your wrists, binding them together. Your head hasn't even quite stopped swimming when Ssarr grabs you and hauls you away from his subordinate and to your feet. You give a reflexive, but hoarse, cry as he grabs the front of your uniform and yanks hard, tearing a hole in it and letting your tits spill free with a heavy wobble. He then whirls you around and shoves you forward, forcing you to bend at the waist, before tearing away the ass and crotch of your suit, baring your pussy.\n\nYou give another hoarse cry as Ssarr shoves almost half of his cock into your pussy at a single go, and the rest of it on the next thrust, your belly bulging up visibly with the outline of it beneath the intact white material of your suit. Ssarr grabs hold of your manacled wrists with one hand and presses the barrel of his blaster to the back of your head with the other, grinding it in a bit as he begins to thrust; there's no possible way you could resist him now, he's clearly only doing it for the sheer sadistic pleasure of it. What's worse is that he's got you facing directly towards Calama and Drayk, so that not only are you forced to watch their horrified expressions as you're raped, they're forced (by the blasters to the back of their own heads) to watch as he rapes you, his hips slamming into your ass punishingly as his immense, slimy prick drives into you, the goo falling from it down your still-uniformed thighs and splattering on the floor in a mockery of arousal.\n\n"<i>Commander,</i>" the voice from his watch suddenly speaks up. "<i>The holdouts in the command center are refusing to budge. They say that their policy is not to negotiate with terrorists, even for the lives of their commanders.</i>"\n\n"Nnnnh," Ssarr growls above you, giving you a few particularly rough thrusts as if punishing you for the actions of the crew, making you cry out louder than you have the entire time. He glances at one of his men standing behind and between Calama and Drayk, who's holding what looks like some kind of scanning device. The other Karnox glances at Calama and makes a sort of ambiguous gesture with his other hand, then glances at Drayk and gives an obvious derogatory hiss. As if cued, the Karnox holding the two clip manacles on them and step aside.\n\nWithout stopping or even slowing down in his brutal violation of your pussy, Ssarr swings the blaster just to the right of your head and fires, the flash of red tinting your vision and your ear ringing as a black hole tinged with orange embers appears in the middle of her chest. Her body wobbles but hasn't even hit the floor when Ssarr swings the blaster across the back of your head and to the left, Drayk's roar of rage and anguish cutting off in a choked noise as a similar hole appears between her breasts. As you watch your officers fall to the floor and the light fade from their eyes, Ssarr gives out a triumphant hiss and thrusts forward hard into you, dumping a massive load of something thick and hot directly into your womb.\n\n"Well, we must work for our pay sometimes, boys," Ssarr announces dryly, to the general laughter of his men, as he pulls out of you and lets go of your manacles, letting you fall stunned to your knees and thud on your cheek on the floor, your pussy gaped open and dribbling something disgustingly green and gooey out of it. "We best get to it. Oh, make sure everyone dumps a load in this thing before you join the rest of us," he adds, planting the sole of a boot against the side of your ass and shoving you sprawling to the floor. "No one fights their best with a full scrote."\n\n"No! No, please!" you beg, instinctively attempting to struggle as you're picked up by two of the Karnox, throwing yourself against their grip as you're carried over to the table, chairs knocked away before you're thrown down on it on your back. You kick your legs, but it does nothing against the strength of the first soldier as he shoves them apart and steps between them, grabbing you by the hips and hauling you towards him. Once again a monstrous alien cock is shoved into your abused cunt and begins pounding away, the rest of them gathering around to enjoy the sight of your jiggling tits and the sound of your pleading and crying as they wait their turn.\n\n<hr>\n[[Game Over.|GGSR16xEnd1]]

"Er, apologies if I'm speaking out of turn, Commander, but I really think you should listen to the LC," you say slowly.\n\nCalama deliberately raises one hairless brow, though really it's more like the area above her eye just stretches up. "Really, Ensign."\n\n"But Commander, look," you say, pointing at part of the readout. "I noticed this fluctuation in their shield power distribution. At first I thought it was just some random effect, maybe poor maintenance, but it's actually really regular and timed."\n\nBoth of them lean in closer (winding up pressing their rather differently-sized breasts to your shoulders) as they examine the pattern for themselves. Then they look at each other across your head. "The obfuscation of life signs isn't just a natural byproduct of their ship's design," Drayk says rather grimly. "It's an active system that they've got turned on."\n\n"..." Calama slowly straightens up, still eyeing the screen. Then she nods, and glances at the officer in charge of setting up the meeting. "Stall them. And insist on meeting room seven. But subtly." Then she looks at you and Drayk (who's finally stood up and stopped marshmallowing you as well), visibly hesitating for just a moment, her tentacles giving a small quiver, before she says, "I'll go to the meeting alone."\n\n"But Commander-" Drayk immediately says.\n\n"No. We have to make at least some attempt at genuine diplomatic relations. I can spin it as appropriate that a single representative came to meet them as long as it's the most senior representative on the station, but not otherwise," Calama declares primly. "We have plans for a room seven situation, now put them into place, Lieutenant Commander," she adds in a crisp tone as she turns and walks over to the officer still setting up the meeting. But she's only gone a few steps before she turns back, looking at you both and giving a small smile.\n\n"You know, being a diplomat has been my dream since I was barely swimming. My first mentor told me that part of making that dream come true was to always think the best of people, and to always make a sincere attempt at honest diplomacy no matter what. ... Sometimes circumstances might dictate that we have to take additional precautions, but I still believe in that dream," she concludes, before turning and resuming her path to the station.\n\nDrayk stares after her for a moment with an unreadable expression, but then sighs and turns towards you. "Well, you heard her. Let's get to work, Ensign."\n\n"Right. ... What's a room seven situation, LC?" you ask after a short clearing of your throat.\n\nDrayk grins ruefully. "Scheduling a diplomatic meeting in room seven is basically a code that tells station security to go on subtle high alert. It also means we take extra precautions. In your case, Ensign, I want you to go and oversee very subtly powering up and turning on the transport blockers everywhere on the station <i>but</i> meeting room seven, think you can manage that?" At your nod, she nods back. "Good. When you're done, come to the room across from room seven. If it turns out we're overreacting, we'll go and join the Commander."\n\n"And if we're not overreacting?" you ask, glancing back at the now highlighted energy sequence of the likely life sign obscurer.\n\n"Then we go and rescue the Commander."\n\nYou head over to the power distribution area and, pushing aside the natural awkwardness of suddenly being in a command position (in some cases over people that outrank you), you oversee turning on the transport inhibitors, hopefully without being noticed. The Space Rangers apparently only use transporters in fairly limited capacity themselves, but they're aware of other races that have them, so the inhibitors are a standard security measure separate from the shields. Once you've finished you make your way to the inner ring and find meeting room seven, and step through the unobtrusive door across from it.\n\nYou find several things, among them being a small security squad (Telit among them, you're both slightly relieved and slightly disturbed to notice), and an array of weapons laid out on the table. Drayk is standing in front of a wallscreen, on which are the bland, only vaguely feminine porcelain white features of the station's security chief, Lieutenant Commander Dro.\n\n"We've distributed security to all the most essential areas, but single officers or small groups only," Dro says in her crisp, just-above-monotone voice, the blue rings in the glossy black of her eyes steady. "We obviously can't tell the civilian populace to be ready for emergency lockdown, but some of the more experienced of the owners will recognize the signs, and know by now to cooperate."\n\n"Good. How did activating the inhibitors go?" Drayk asks, turning a bit towards you.\n\n"We didn't see any indication they noticed," you reply. "No hard sensor pings, no shift in stationkeeping. ... No powering weapons," you add a bit dryly, despite not being sure about the protocol.\n\nDrayk just quirks one corner of her mouth up dryly, then turns back to the screen. "Alright, we'll have channels open, let's just monitor the situation."\n\nSince the security team is all lingering by the table (but not actually touching the weapons, you notice... you guess in a worst case diplomatic scenario that the Karnox are sincere but notice the room across from the meeting is full of security officers, Calama could at least argue that they weren't actually "armed"), you walk over to stand near them. Telit shifts a bit closer, surprisingly keeping her voice low, though her phrasing is still as straightforward as ever. "You think these fuckers are gonna start something?"\n\n"The way they look and act is super aggressive," you murmur back. "Like to an almost ridiculous degree. You'd almost think that if they were really here to cause trouble, they'd try to be subtle about it, right?"\n\n"No, why the fuck would they?" the Bluntok says, staring at you as if genuinely confused.\n\nYou blink. Then you stare at her in slowly dawning horror. 'Oh <i>shit</i>.'\n\nYou're already wheeling towards the table and grabbing for one of the blaster pistols when there's a muffled shriek of a whump through the door. "That was a blaster!" Drayk snarls, pouncing forward to grab up a pistol as well before racing to the door, with you just behind her and the security officers grabbing up rifles hard on your heels.\n\nYour side comes spilling out into the corridor at almost exactly the same time as the Karnox come pouring out of room seven, most of them with blaster pistols in hand, and a few with rifles... at least ten of them, way more than the three that were supposed to transport over (obviously). There's just the smallest moment of stillness, as if both sides were going 'Wut?', before the shooting starts.\n\nDespite the close quarters, almost no one gets hit in the first moments of the exchange, the sheer surprise and suddenness of the combat sufficient to make numerous shots go wild. The first actual hits on either side set both to fanning out, and it quickly becomes apparent that while the Karnox are more fearless, standing and firing freely, the Space Ranger side is better trained. You don't even really process it as a cluster of shots you fire takes one of the Karnox in the chest along with a shot from one of the other security officers and he drops unmoving to the ground; your adrenaline is spiked and rushing and you just don't have any time or evolutionary decreed thinking space to process that you've just taken a life.\n\nSeveral of the Karnox soon break off and take off running down the hallway, with most of the others firing after them. But your brain twigs on the whole purpose you were out here and you rush into the meeting room, freezing for a single heartbeat at the sight before you. "Commander!" you call, dropping to your knees beside Calama, your eyes unable to leave the burned-almost-through hole in her stomach, the edges of the wound all blackened and some still bearing a slight heat glow. You snap your comm watch up towards your face. "Medical emergency in meeting room seven, Commander Calama has taken a severe energy wound to the lower torso!"\n\n"Ens-... En-..." Calama struggles to say, lifting one of her hands, her fingers wiggling feebly without respect to where she usually puts the 'joints'.\n\n"Hang on, hang on Commander," you rush to assure her. You don't know her species or their anatomy, but the first aid courses at the academy said that in at least 90% of species, applying pressure to a wound is a good idea. It's all you have, so you press both hands down over it and... oh god, oh god, it's <i>crunchy</i>, but you've got to hold on, help must be coming, right?\n\n"Cyan."\n\nYour head whips to the side towards the Commander's face. It had been twisted in agony a moment ago, but somehow now she looks fine. Are you helping? Did applying pressure help? She gives a small, very deliberate smile, and whispers, "Don't forget my dream, okay?"\n\nIt takes you a few seconds of her face being absolutely still after that to realize she just died.\n\n"Commander!" Drayk calls a moment later as she bursts in, some of the security at her back. She rushes over, then just stares down at the two of you, her face having gone unreadable again.\n\nThen the whole station rocks in time with the sound of a distant <i>whump</i>, followed up by a lot more smaller thuds. Drayk spends a few moments speaking into her comm, the words just sort of noise to you as you stare down at the Commander's body, before you feel a hand tugging surprisingly gently on your upper arm. "Get your weapon and on your feet, Ensign. Time to be a soldier."\n\nIt's mostly reflex that has you gather the pistol up and stand, just a now ingrained obedience to orders. You only really snap back to yourself once you're running down the hallway with the rest of the group. "What's going on?" you ask Telit, hoping you don't sound as out of it as you feel.\n\n"Fuckers finally figured out we had the transport blockers on, they're deploying boarding pods instead," Telit growls back. "Probably having to come in slow to make it through the shields, but from the sound of it they're hammering on the generator area trying to bring them down!"\n\nIndeed, there are now Karnox scattered throughout the station... not as many of them as there otherwise might be, but enough that it's causing plenty of chaos and fighting all over the station. Luckily, in between exchanging fire with Karnox that have boarded the inner ring, your group gets reports that the command sphere was able to seal itself off, and that the in-the-know owners in the outer ring didn't just subtly get ready for a lockdown, they've organized a small civilian militia that's assisting security in fighting off the greater amounts of invaders there.\n\nAll in all what unfolds over the next few hours is what's obviously a battle of attrition... the measures the Commander ordered before the meeting have clearly thwarted what the Karnox intended to be a quick, ruthless infiltration and slowed their ability to deploy soldiers to the point that they're not going to take the station, but they don't seem interested, or perhaps capable, of backing off either. Waves of boarding pods keep hitting, unleashing more groups of Karnox into the station, only to be turned back by its now fully alert and almost entirely armed populace, Space Ranger and civilian alike. Eventually, however, you see a number of them running back into the pods, Drayk ordering your group to retreat to main operations to monitor the situation.\n\n"They're pulling back, LC," one of the slightly harried-looking but whole officers says as your much more battered and in more than a few cases literally bloodied group walks in and spreads out, you following Drayk towards the main console, currently configured as a "central command unit", including sensors, situation status, and weapons. "Their ship's been so close we couldn't get that many good shots at them, but the damage built up over time and they're limping away."\n\n"Commander Ssarr?" Drayk demands surprisingly evenly.\n\n"We can't be sure but we think he's aboard, some of the other boarding pods formed up around one of them like they were ready to protect it," the officer replies. He hesitates before he says, "Ma'am they're venting some sort of excited particle exhaust, from their reduced speed it's probably from some kind of fuel tank. I think one good shot would probably take them out."\n\nDrayk looks at him, then stares at the screen, and the image of the Karnox troop transport slowly receding. She presses her lips together, then almost growls, "No. Let them go. Regulations."\n\nYou stare at her for a second, then look down at the console. Someone has already acquired a target lock on the source of the leak, the 'Fire' button is yellow, all it needs is someone to select a weapon.\n\n<hr>\n[[Take a seat.|GGSR]]\n\n[[<b>Fire.</b>|GGSR]]

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

"I..." You stare around at the Council, your gaze fixed on the jack-o-lantern visage of the Pumpkin King, his viny body wrapped in a deep black Victorian mourning suit, his gloved fingers tapping together with obviously cruel intent. ... Yes. You deserve this for what you've done. It's wrong to try and get off with any lesser punishment. You hang your head, and whisper, "The Pumpkin King."\n\n"Oho, the fool has a mind to atone with her suffering," the Pumpkin King declares, his carved mouth curving up into a broader grin... and then the tops of his hollow hole eyes narrowing to give it a vastly more sinister aspect. "And if she thinks that is to earn her any leniency, she's <b>dead</b> wrong!" he declares, voice building to a high-pitched shrieking cackle as his jacket twitches and buttons burst, pumpkin vines flying out to grab you and drawing you with a scream of sheer terror inside of his body.\n\nYou spend the next 500 years as a test subject for every scare, trick, or deviancy that crosses the Pumpkin King's mind, even if it would obviously be far too intense to include in his actual holiday. New monstrous creations are sent into the dank dungeons where you're kept, the intensity of your screams judged by a silent panel of horrors that look on as you're pursued, run down, and often violated at the end. Unflinching dead eyes watch as cocks bigger than your limbs deform your stomach and bloat you up with immense loads of putrid cum, or tentacles plunge into your nipples while others jut from your mouth, spewing slime as the beasts pound into your ass from behind, or while tendrils steal into your nose and ears to stroke and violate your brain. You'd think you'd become inured to these horrors, but you never do... it's as if some magic protects your sanity, and no matter how many times it's broken by the King's creations and what they do to you, it's always restored by the next morning and ready, like your body, to be violated anew.\n\nAt other times you're forced to test new candies and potions devised by his research team. Sometimes they're just foul-tasting or disgusting in texture, and some days there are even some fairly nice ones that give you the tiniest moments of happiness amidst the Hell that you suffer. And then there are the ones with "side effects"... the ones that leave you sprouting extra limbs or tentacles, transforming your lower body into a spider's and making you grow extra eyes, or cause you to melt into goo. Others have effects less horrific but still strange and distressing, like the one that causes your tits to swell up larger than the rest of your body and turn orange, spurting pumpkin juice as you writhe and bounce atop them. There are testing days where you hope for ones like that, just so you don't have to spend the day as a large, unblinking eyeball again.\n\nEventually, you've served your time, and the Pumpkin King tosses you out into a cemetery, leaving you to lay naked and twitching, the protection your mind has been given all these centuries suddenly gone and leaving the numerous horrors you've experienced to come crashing in. You're eventually found wandering amongst the holotombstones, occasionally screaming like a banshee, and taken to a psychiatric hospital. Vac-sealed in the current equivalent of a straightjacket, a one piece garment of white-rubber that is sealed up so tightly that your arms can't move and your legs and hips are left bare, you spend your days rocking back and forth, gibbering about all the horrors you've seen in a constant high-pitched voice in between more howling screams. Finally the specialists decide there's no other option: they'll have to do a complete and total mindwipe and new basic personality implant.\n\nYou're strapped into the high-tech chair and your old memories, personality, and self are gradually stripped away bit by bit. At some point in the procedure, enough of your time as a prisoner in Halloween Town is gone that you can think clearly, remember your old self, but the chair has rendered you silent as well as completely immobile, and there's no way to beg for them to stop as your old self is wiped out as well. Oh well... they'd probably have just thought you were still crazy if you said you were from 500 years in the past, you think with the last bit of your self before it's technologically bleached out of you, and the new basic citizen personality begins to be uploaded in its place.\n\nAssigned the name of Janine Dougherty, you leave the hospital and report to the small apartment you've been assigned as housing until you eventually find a job and better accomodations of your own. It's a simple, white-walled studio apartment, the screen on one wall currently displaying the weather, local time, and planetary date, October 31, 2517. Taking a look around, glancing at the small food prep area and then the bathroom, you cross to the small closet and hit the panel beside it to open the door. It slides open to reveal the small dark recess, currently only containing several spair plain white top and bottom sets like the one you're currently wearing, basic garb. As you're reaching for the small control next to the door that will turn on the light, though, you hear a faint coo of a voice from inside, seemingly far far deeper in the shadows than the closet could possibly reach.\n\n"Holly. Come home."\n\nYou slam the control to close the closet door so hard the high-impact plastic cracks and hurl yourself across the small apartment, huddling in the corner. As scary as that was, you don't know why you're so terrified, you don't know who Holly is, all you know is that you're rocking in place and sobbing.\n\nYou hate Halloween.\n\n<b>Holly the Easter Bunny</b> end - <i>Hallowed out</i>

"I guess... I guess I'll take... Santa Claus?" you venture, hoping that the holiday figure most well-known for being a jolly old elf might let you off easy. Maybe you'll just have to spend 500 years making toys or something. ... At least you'll be learning a trade?\n\n"Very well." Santa snaps his gloved fingers, and you gasp as a chilly, tingly sensation passes all through you. You steadily shrink down to about half your original height, though you maintain your own proportions, length of leg and curve of hip... though it feels like your breasts swell up and grow a bit larger and firmer all the same. Your skin takes on a twinkly, bright look as if you'd been smeared all over with a light coating of icy body glitter, and your ears draw up to points. It's obvious that you've become an elf, and you squirm as some of the other Santa's Elves in attendance walk over and provide you with your uniform... which, apparently, is nothing but a pair of translucent glittery red flaps in front and back held in place with a green braid around your waist, and a collar ringed with jingle bells. ... Uh-oh.\n\nAnd soon you learn of your role for the next 500 years... 'Roving Elf'. Which certainly doesn't sound so bad, and indeed you do occasionally get assigned to the line to work on toys when someone else is out or it's crunch time. But most of the time it means doing whatever dirty jobs need doing. Scrubbing the floors, shoveling snow (still practically naked), serving drinks and food, and providing relief for the other inhabitants of the North Pole.\n\nIt's this last that you spend as much time doing as all the others combined, and it means something just as lewd as it sounds. Elves on break line up to pound into your holes, their disproportionately large cocks even bigger considering you've been reduced to their size, three of them at a time pounding away at you. During crunchtimes you're often called to go out to the line to relieve stress, sucking elves off right on the workfloor and in front of everyone else, crawling on hands and knees beneath the conveyor belts to tug out cocks and slide them down your throat, gulping and sucking diligently until they spill their loads into your belly and you can move on to the next.\n\nThe reindeer need tending to as well, of course. The ones that do particularly well in each day's training get a reward, and most often you're the reward. There are two kinds, apparently... upright, humanoid ones, which mainly seem to like making you bounce in their lap with their cocks up your ass while their big, furry hands play with your tits... and the more traditional four-legged variety, for which you have to stand in a sort of frame and let them plow their bestial dicks into your pussy as they try frantically to mate with you. \n\nTime becomes a blur, divided more into "Christmas lull" and "Christmas rush" than any specific days or years, your days only broken up by finding out which of your usual activities you're going to be doing that day (which generally amounts to whose cock you're taking and how). So you're fairly surprised when one day Santa Claus comes to you and tells you that your 500 years are up, and you're free to return to the real world. With a sudden panic, you realize that you can't even remember any other life than scrubbing floors, carrying hot cocoa, and being stuffed full of cock. In between licking Santa's cock and stuffing it down your throat, you tearfully plead to be allowed to stay and continue being a good little roving elf, you'll do an even better job than ever if he lets you stay, promise!\n\nHe kindly allows you to stay, and even spends the night personally plowing all three of your holes repeatedly. He's such a sweet old elf and you're so lucky to work for him!\n\n<b>Holly the Easter Bunny</b> end - <i>Now that's elfed up</i>

"... St. Patrick's Day?" you venture. It's sort of a simple holiday, isn't it? You eat and you drink and you wear green, how much horrible stuff could there be for punishment?\n\n"Methinks the lass believes herself likely to spend the next 500 years drinkin' an' feastin'," the Leprechaun says with a sneer, making you blush. "She's soon t'find how wrong she is." He snaps his fingers, disappearing in a puff of green smoke, and you soon find yourself enveloped in the same. When it clears, you're standing in what looks like some sort Irish pub... actually, you're standing on top of the bar, with a large shelf above you holding several large wooden barrels. The Leprechaun smirks at you and snaps his fingers again, and you feel a squinchy feeling come all over you. It's hard to describe as anything else, but you look down at yourself and stare as your skin starts growing shiny... and green!\n\nUnable to control your own body you gradually squat down, bending in a way that shouldn't be possible, looking somewhat like a frog as you turn green and sit with your pussy against the board of the shelf, your legs bent double and pressed completely up against your sides, your arms forced to hug them. You feel a strange hollow sensation come over you as your green skin gradually fades and your arms and legs merge together against your sides, you realize you can see through yourself... you really are an empty green rubber shell! Your mouth forces open into a round O, as if surprised, or awaiting a cock. What it instead gets is a tube inserted into it, the little redheaded man in green twisting the spigot of the barrel you're hooked up to. Foamy ale runs down and begins to fill you up, gushing into your empty insides and filling you up gradually, the liquid spilling into the fullness of your tits and then into your head. But the filling doesn't stop, swelling out mostly your belly but your boobs as well, causing them to round out and swell until you have what must be all of the first cask of ale inside you. The Leprechaun fits the tube to a second cask and leaves it open, apparently intending you to fill as you're emptied by the spigot he slides into your bellybutton. "Here y'go, lass, once ye've had a few barrels run through ye, we'll see if we can't find some other uses to put you to!"\n\nAnd he does. The Leprechaun apparently quite enjoys finding new uses to put you to in the little Irish pub he calls home and hosts his kin and friends in. For example, there's the dispensing cask that is your first duty, and more than once some drunken reveler will tilt you back on the bar and plunge their cock into the rubber sleeve of your pussy, squeezing at your huge beer-filled tits. Other times he'll turn you into a small golden statue at the door, balanced on the balls of your feet with your legs spread and back jutted out and hands on your knees, those who enter rubbing your (soon worn smooth) golden tits or glittering golden pussy for luck. Every so often you actually do wind up as a serving wench, making your way about the pub in a tiny skirt and low-cut top that barely contains the enlarged tits he's given you for the job, the customers feeling free to grab your ass or slide their fingers inside you as you pass, or to demand a blowjob along with their refills. Every so often he gets into a particularly mean-spirited mood and you find yourself as a urinal in the men's room. When he's in a less cruel mood but still looking to make you embarrassed, he turns you into a cow, goat, or sheep in a small pasture out behind the bar, leaving you to be milked every morning and buggered by drunk patrons staggering out back looking for relief.\n\nEventually, your sentence is up, and you're dumped unceremoniously into the normal world with a small fortune in gold as "tips earned". While you try to adapt to life in the future, everything is just way too... clean, and sedate, and quiet. You can't get used to it, and eventually you spend most of what you were given on a one-way ticket to a far-flung colony world. The rest is used to open up a little pub of your own there, and you do tend to draw quite the crowds of misfits, aliens, and weirdos, probably because it's said the pub owner is hot and not only doesn't mind when you grab her ass or fondle her tits when she brings your drinks, but that she might throw in a blowjob for free, no matter how weird or alien your anatomy is. Almost as if she were used to it.\n\nEvery so often you'll notice a little figure with red hair sitting off in the corner of the bar. He'll grin and raise his drink in toast, but he's usually gone the next time you look.\n\nShame... you've gotten a little bored of being stuck as a human full-time.\n\n<b>Holly the Easter Bunny</b> end - <i>Green with envy</i>

"Um... Thanksgiving?" you venture. You're not even sure what that could possibly involve, but you don't see how it could be too bad.\n\n"Oh good! I've been looking for a new kitchen assistant!" the Thanksgiving Turkey declares with a cluck, snapping his feathers and teleporting the two of you to some sort of large kitchen. It looks like one of those sets you see on Food Network when they're trying to give a "country living" feel, right down to the high-end luxury log cabin walls. \n\n"K-Kitchen assistant, huh?" you say somewhat nervously, feeling even more out of place in your nudity in this setting. You manage a smile. "So, I'm... I'm going to help you test out new recipes and stuff?"\n\n"That's right!" the turkey answers cheerfully, moving over to the counter island where a large wooden chopping block has been set up. "You're going to play a very important role in my Thanksgiving meal testing!"\n\n"The... the assistant chef?"\n\n"Don't be silly!" the turkey says genially before grabbing you by the back of the neck and hauling you easily up onto the chopping board, shoving you into place with your cheek against it and your ass in the air, while his other wing lifts a cleaver high. "You're the ingredients!"\n\n"WAIT NO!" you scream, but too late as that cleaver comes flashing down. The world goes topsy-turvy as you tumble down to the floor in a spill of blonde hair, rolling across the tile and winding up staring wide-eyed up at your own headless body on the cooking board. 'There's no blood,' you think in a daze, expecting everything to go black at any moment... but it doesn't. Instead you just lay there in silent, wide-eyed shock as you watch the Thanksgiving Turkey trussing your body up like a, well, like a Thanksgiiving turkey. Strangely you can feel the movements of your body, even the string being wrapped around your ankles and hands to hold them in place. You can also feel it as the Turkey starts stuffing your pussy and ass full of, uh, stuffing, apples and wallnuts and breadcrumbs it looks like, though you're unable to cry out or even moan as his wing-hands slide deep inside you again and again, until your belly is bulging up with the stuff. Humming cheerfully, he lifts your body up and slides it into a heated oven, and you can immediately feel the heat all around you (except for your head, obviously), your skin starting to be coated in greasy sweat, which you can both feel and see through the oven window from your place on the floor. As if finally noticing your head, the Turkey chirps, "Oops!" and walks over, grabbing you by the hair and walking to the side. "Can't leave trash just laying around," he declares, stomping the pedal of a garbage pail and dropping you into darkness.\n\nYou abruptly sit up, gasping, your hands flying to your head... which is still on your shoulders. You look around wildly, and then up at the Thanksgiving Turkey as he declares, "Good morning! Ready for more cooking testing!"\n\n"W-what... you're..." You swallow hard. "Are you... going to use me as a turkey again?!"\n\n"What? No, don't be silly, we did that just yesterday," the Turkey clucks, shaking his head... then shoving an apple in your mouth. "Today you're ham."\n\nAnd that's how you spend the next 500 years. Some days you're roast turkey, some days you're suckling pig. But it's not always a meat dish, and your body always seems to take on the substance and firmness required for the Turkey's recipes. Some days you're diced up, your insides revealed to be firm and glistening solid white, so that you can be boiled and churned into whipped potatoes. Some days you're mashed into a fine crimson jelly and stuffed into a can, to be poured wobbling out onto a dish and sliced into even cylindrical pieces with the can lid. Some days you get jellied into pie filling, some days you're baked into cookies.\n\nWhen you're released, you're found wandering the street in a daze, and come to the attention of the authorities when you look through a window, see a buffet, and start screaming like a madwoman. Sent to a psychiatric facility, you're diagnosed with the most acute and generalized cibophobia they've ever seen in any individual. No treatment seems to work, and besides they can't find any record of you in any current system. Eventually it's decided that for your own mental well-being, you'll need to live in a special psychiatric facility where the environment can be strictly controlled for the rest of your life, and exist entirely on flavored liquid nutrients.\n\nAfter the Great November Inmate Riot, they learn which flavors to avoid for your liquid nutrients.\n\n<b>Holly the Easter Bunny</b> end - <i>Thanksgiving but no thanks</i>

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

"Iiiii really don't think I should," you murmur, holding up your hands. "I really do appreciate the offer, honestly, just, y'know... I mean..."\n\nErrana sighs as you continue trying to be polite with your refusal, raising a hand and waving it. "Alright, alright. I'm disappointed, dear, not crushed." Then, slowly, that slightly wicked smile returns, and a sparkle in her dark eyes that makes you simultaneously unsure if you've made the right choice and very sure that you have. "Still, perhaps we'll see you again sometime soon, hm? Come along, Svarog," she adds, turning and walking off, full rear swaying almost hypnotically, big dog padding along next to her.\n\nDeciding that maybe chatting up strangers in the park isn't such a good idea after all, you make your way back home and hop back on the computer, where things make sense and anyone inviting you to go swimming naked is probably doing it on a life sim game. Later that night, you're chatting on the phone with your friend Leslie as you get ready for bed. "-than her head, seriously."\n\n"Geez, can you even imagine the back problems?" Leslie replies, and you can almost hear her shaking her head.\n\n"She didn't seem to have many issues, she was jogging along just fine. Weirdest thing was I think they were real." You pause, then add, "Okay, maybe not the weirdest thing. Her dog had <i>red</i> eyes, for serious, Leslie."\n\n"What, like it caught some light and reflected, or it was angry? That happens with a lot of animals, doesn't it?"\n\n"No, I mean it had red eyes like Huskeys have blue ones," you correct, holding the phone against the side of your head with your shoulder as you tug on the pair of black drawstring pants you often sleep in.\n\n"Whoa, that <i>is</i> weird."\n\n"And when I left it was all 'Maybe we'll see you again soon'," you add, hitting speakerphone so that you can toss the phone on the bed and still hear it while changing shirts.\n\n"Stalker-y."\n\n"Maybe." You finish tugging the purple tanktop down, then pick the phone up and switch it back to normal. "It was more the look in her eyes when she said it than the words. I dunno, maybe I was just being paranoid or something because the offer to go skinny-dipping came out of nowhere."\n\n"Well, let me know if anything weird happens, okay?" Leslie replies, the frown audible in her voice. "Let's hook up tomorrow and hang out, anyway. If you're so bored that you're talking to strangers, obviously I haven't been doing my job as a friend."\n\nYou laugh a bit. "Yeah, okay. I'll head over to your place once I get up, then. Seeya then."\n\n"Seeya."\n\nYou click the phone off, then set it on your nightstand and flop into bed. Well, at least you got a very mildly interesting story to tell out of today. Not much more than that, though, despite Leslie's worrying. You're pretty sure, anyway. It certainly doesn't stop you from falling asleep pretty easily.\n\n<hr>\n[[That night...|GGDog4x2]]

Your eyes snap open abruptly. You're laying on your back... a bit odd for you... and the room is lit by nothing but moonlight coming in through the window, which is also a bit odd. You have enough electronics that there's usually at least some amount of artificial light on all the time. Is there a random blackout?\n\nBut rather than pondering that, you slowly sit up, then turn and rise from the bed. You feel strange and disconnected, like you're watching yourself take these actions rather than deciding them for yourself. You must be dreaming, you realize... this does have that sort of hazy, fuzzy feel, like you're almost watching from above. Pretty mundane dream so far, if so... what are you doing, going for a midnight snack?\n\nYou walk down the stairs in slightly mechanical fashion, then turn and make your way to the back door. You can see that except for the very full, very bright moon, the sky is pitch black, not a single star to be seen. There's also a thick layer of fog covering the ground, actually hiding the lawn from view. You walk to the back door and open it, letting it swing closed behind you as you step out. First you feel the cold, slightly damp concrete of the back porch on your feet, then it's replaced with the feel of wet grass brushing your skin and soaking the hem of your sleeping pants. Wow, vivid dream. Normally feeling that would have you squirming or dancing back to the porch, but you don't even blink now, just staring out into the darkened yard.\n\nSlowly, a large black figure emerges from the fog... Svarog. Those red eyes are fixed right on you as he walks across the yard, legs wreathed in the mist, his steps seeming somehow deliberate and calculated. He stops a few feet in front of you and waits, expectantly. In response, you pull off your tanktop, nipples stiffening in the cold night air, the shirt disappearing into the fog as you drop it. You push the waistband of your pants down over your hips and let them drop, stepping out of them. You stand naked in front of the massive black dog for several moments, clad in nothing but the chill moisture starting to cling to your skin, before you sink to your knees and then forward onto your hands, lifting your head to stare forward again.\n\nYou continue to look forward, not even following Svarog with your eyes as he pads silently around out of your vision. And then he mounts, big body hefting onto your back, paws settling to the sides of your hands before he thrusts into you. Despite never having taken anything other than your own fingers, you don't so much as flinch as the massive dog cock pierces deep into your pussy, spreading you open wide and deep. He begins thrusting hard enough to rock your entire body lightly, your tits jiggling a bit underneath you from the impact, what feels like a good foot of inhuman dick pounding your pussy. And still you don't make a sound or change your expression, your face as unmoving as stone as you're beastfucked.\n\nSvarog is as silent as you are above you... despite the weight and heat of his body atop you, the feel of his fur on your back and ass, you can't even hear him breathe. The only sounds are the squelch of his thick puppy prick pounding your pussy and his furry hips impacting against your ass. Otherwise there's not so much as a cricket in the fog-shrouded night, nothing visible in the darkness beyond. Just you and the big black dog relentlessly fucking you until you silently cum and cum again, the lewd noises of his cock plunging into your pussy growing louder while you yourself never make a sound.\n\nAfter what feels like hours, or maybe days, you feel something large and bulky battering against your swollen, sodden pussylips. It pushes them wider, and wider, until finally Svarog's knot pushes all the way into you and inflates. As what feels like a gallon of hot, thick animal seed starts to flood into your womb, Svarog leans his head down, hot, dog-scented breath washing over your ear in a voice that sounds like the boom of some drum that heralds the end of the world, "You are a bitch."\n\n<hr>\n[[Wake up.|GGDog4x3]]\n\n

You gasp and snap upright, your eyes opening wide. You look back and forth at your sunlight-lit room, your body so sweaty that it's created some dampness in the sheets under and atop you. It takes a few moments for your brain to catch up to the fact that you're in bed, in your room, the power is on, and it's morning. God, it was all a dream. An extremely weird, highly detailed, and very... disturbing dream. Yeah, you'll go with that you decide as you flip the sheet off and then clamber out of bed... and realize that you're naked.\n\nFor just a moment, you're left wondering if it really happened. Carefully, you reach down and feel of your pussy with your fingers... well, there's no cum dripping out of you, and none of the soreness or stretching that you'd associate with... what happened in the dream. Just the normal, familiar feel of touching yourself when very turned on. You rest one hand against the bed and start stroking your fingers over yourself, deciding to do a quick tension release, but several times throughout, and especially as you're climaxing, your mind wanders back to the intense imagery of the dream.\n\nGetting it together once you've gotten off, you decide that you must have just gotten hot during the night and wriggled out of your clothes. Not the first time you've done something similar, though the first time you've woken up completely naked. Grabbing a robe and shrugging into it, you head to the bathroom to shower. Then it's the usual t-shirt, thong, socks, and jeans before you're padding down the stairs for breakfast. You grab a box of cereal from the counter and a bowl, sliding in at the table. Just your mother this morning, looks like. She looks up from her own cereal bowl, giving you a confused look.\n\n"Were you out in the back yard last night?"\n\nThat question almost makes you choke on your Cookie Crisp. Doing your best to recover without looking like you need to recover, you look up at her. "Uh, I really don't think so? Why do you ask?"\n\n"I noticed something out there this morning and went out to check, and it was a pair of your sleeping pants and one of your shirts. It almost looked like you'd gotten naked out there."\n\n"Uh." That flummoxes you pretty good. You'd already decided last night couldn't have <i>really</i> happened. Besides the physical signs, absolutely none of it makes rational sense. You think for a moment, then, offering what's your honest best explanation, "I think I may have been sleepwalking."\n\n"What? Really?" Your mother blinks. "I can't recall you ever doing that before."\n\n"Me either. But I had a dream where I walked into the back yard last night..." Well, you did walk into the back yard, but you certainly aren't telling your mother what else you dreamed of doing there. "So maybe I did."\n\n"Hunh." She frowns. "Well, we'll have to keep an eye on that, I think. We don't want you getting hurt falling down the stairs or walking into the streets." Or being naked in public, is the unspoken third worry.\n\n"Maybe it was just the full moon," you venture, trying to lighten the mood. Grinning, you wolf down the rest of your cereal, then dump bowl and spoon in the sink before heading for the entryway. "I'm going over to Leslie's, I'll call if I'm gonna be late!"\n\n"Alright," your mother answers a bit absently, either because she's still worried about your potential sleepwalking or because her mind's already on the day ahead.\n\nYou walk a few blocks to the single-story house your friend calls home. Leslie's already out in the yard, watering some plants, the driveway empty and indicating neither of her parents will be hovering. Leslie's blonde, tan, short and a bit flat, and her penchant for short haircuts and boyish clothing has earned her more than a few uncreative nicknames that you honestly don't care about the authenticity of, though you've never asked one way or the other. She's wearing cutoffs and a tanktop today, and shuts off the hose and waves. "Hey!"\n\n"Heya," you answer with a grin as she leads the way inside. Both of you sigh at the loving embrace of air conditioning, Leslie moving to flop down on the couch and you doing the same beside her.\n\n"So, what's up?" she asks, frowning briefly. "Anything weird happen last night?"\n\nYou hesitate for a moment. Leslie's been your friend for years, and you generally do tell her everything, no matter how minor or embarrassing. The dream you had is certainly the latter, but you're not sure if it's the former...\n\n<hr>\n[[Tell her about the dream.|GGDog4x4]]\n\n[[Don't tell her.|GGDogPlaceholder]]

"Well..." You say slowly. "Last night I had this dream."\n\n"A dream?" Her eyebrows lift a bit. "I was wondering if you had, like, big-titted stalkers in your bushes or something."\n\n"No, nothing like that. Just this really... strange, intense... erotic," you admit. "Dream."\n\nThat seems to have gotten her attention, and she smiles wide. "Ohhh. Wait wait wait." She hops up and goes scurrying into the kitchen, returning with a pair of bottled sugarcane sodas... 'the good stuff'. She presses one on you, then settles back in. "Go on!"\n\nYou sigh a little and take a sip of the soda before beginning. "Okay, so. I wake up, it's the middle of the night."\n\n"Wake up where?"\n\n"In my room. I mean, basically that's how it starts, like I really did wake up. Everything's dark, no lights from my computer or clock or anything. Anyway, I get up and walk, all zombie-like, downstairs, and then go out in the back yard. It's super foggy, can't see the ground or even the fence. I walk out onto the grass, and a minute later... he walks out of the fog."\n\n"Your dream lover, huh?" Leslie snickers a bit, grinning widely. "Was it Chris Evans? Chris Pine?" Her eyebrows wiggle. "Zoe Saldana?"\n\n"Actually... it was Svarog," you admit, glancing aside and taking a long drink from the soda, before adding in a murmur, "Boob-lady's dog."\n\n"... Whoa." Leslie's suntanned face darkens further with a blush. "So, you uh...?"\n\n"Yeah. I took off my clothes... still like I was in a trance or something... and got down on all fours and... and he mounted me. And even though I wasn't reacting at all... I couldn't make a sound or even make a face... well... it felt really good," you say with a sigh, sitting back, your pussy tingling pleasurably just remembering the dream. "I mean this was a super vivid dream, I could feel the grass, the cold air on my skin... his fur... everything."\n\n"Wild." Leslie takes a fairly large pull on her own soda. "Well, I mean, it's just a dream, right? People can get up to super-kinky stuff in dreams, doesn't really mean anything about what they actually want to do. Is that what's worrying you?"\n\n"Not really. I mean, maybe kind of. But see, here's the thing. After his voice woke me up-"\n\n"Whoa whoa wait." Leslie grins broadly again. "The dog talked."\n\n"... Just once," you admit. "Just four words." Your cheeks blaze bright red as you quote, "'You are a bitch.'"\n\nLeslie looks like she doesn't know whether to be a little shocked or a little turned on, so just settles for grinning cheekily. "Well. Guess that's the natural thing for a dream dog to say after he's fucked you. Anyway, go on, after you woke up?"\n\n"I was back in bed... but I was naked. And my mom said that she found my clothes out in the back yard this morning," you add. "I think I may have been sleepwalking or something. I mean, obviously the dog bit can't have <i>really</i> happened, but what if I actually went out in the yard, stripped down, and sat there on all fours for half the night?"\n\n"Huh." Leslie looks thoughtful now, frowning just a little as she considers. Then she shrugs. "Maybe it was just a one-time thing, y'know? You got a little weirded out or something, your brain had a funny reaction."\n\n"Maybe," you allow, thinking it over.\n\n"Look, if you're really worried, why don't you stay over with me tonight?" your friend offers, smiling and reaching over to pat you on the knee. "Mom and Dad are out of town right now, their bedroom has a lock on the door. We'll sleep in there, I'll keep the key on me, that way even if you do sleepwalk you won't go anywhere further than about ten feet. Plus, sleepover!"\n\nYou consider. A sleepover is always fun, especially a sleepover without any adults around to make pests of themselves. For that reason alone you ought to accept. On the other hand, in a weird way it feels like that would be surrendering something... like admitting you were really worried about this whole dream thing.\n\n<hr>\n[[Sleep over.|GGDog4x5]]\n\n[[Go home.|GGDog5x1]]

"Maybe that's a good idea," you allow, then add with a grin. "Sounds like fun anyway."\n\n"Cool!" Leslie chirps, then hms, slipping her phone out of her pocket and glancing at it. "You wanna call a couple more girls, make a real slumber party of it?"\n\n"Sure you wouldn't catch hell from your parents over that?"\n\n"Nah, not like I'm gonna throw a wild teen party out of a movie or something, just figured we could each invite a couple of girls we know, watch some movies, eat a couple of pizzas. If it's people you and I know their parents'll let 'em come over with no big."\n\nYou glance down at your soda, thinking. Of course, if you invite people over and then spend the night with Leslie in a locked room, it's sure to start rumors, even if just among your personal circle of friends. You're not sure you particularly care about that any more than Leslie does, but you're also not sure you're even in the mood to hang out with a bunch of people...\n\n<hr>\n[[Make it a party.|GGDog4x6]]\n\n[[Keep it a duo.|GGDogPlaceholder]]

You give a little shake of your head. What are you doing? You're getting all mopey and passing up a chance for an awesome little party with your friends over some dumb dream? Smiling at Leslie (and only having to force it a little), you say, "Sure, let's make some calls."\n\n"Great! Better hit the store, though, so let's commit the grievous sin of walking and texting," Leslie replies with a snicker, hopping to her feet and heading for her shoes.\n\nAll told, ten more girls wind up being invited over, making it an even dozen of you in the house. Slightly large for the typical sleepover, maybe, but as Leslie said, it's not a wild teen party out of a TV show so everything's pretty manageable. As well, between the two of you, you have quite the diverse set of friends, so there's Toni giving half-serious martial arts lessons that mostly seem to involve girls tossing each other into piles of pillows and laughing, Max taking on anyone who feels like losing in Street Fighter V, and Andi giving facials and makeup advice. Disproving various other sitcom stereotypes, everyone seems to be enjoying each other's company as well, up to and including Max taking a break from kicking everyone's asses as Cammy to get lipstick and eyeshadow applied.\n\n"Turned out pretty cool for a last-minute thing," Leslie chirps from next to you. While most of the girls have donned relatively modest sleepover ensembles (save for the fashionistas like Andi, who consider a sleepover a good <i>reason</i> to wear a babydoll teddy and low-slung panties), Leslie has apparently taken advantage of being the host to wear just a t-shirt that comes down to her knees. And panties... you assume.\n\n"Yup, it's a good time," you agree happily, sipping on your soda. Since you came over without sleeping clothes, you're making do with your t-shirt and a pair of drawstring jogging shorts from the clearance aisle at the store. You certainly don't feel worried about sleepwalking or dreaming... considering that no one else is showing any signs of flagging or wanting to crawl into a less noisy corner, you may not even get to sleep tonight. Not like it'd be the first time!\n\n"I'm gonna go see if I can toss Toni," Leslie adds, grinning and rushing off to take her turn at grappling with the rather taller and more buff girl. Which would normally be what you'd absolutely have to watch, considering Leslie's unlikelihood to give up after one or five tosses, but just then you notice that Andi's apparently decided to have a try at this 'Fight Streeter' thing and is settling in next to a smirking Max. Deciding that watching the players will be vastly more amusing than watching the screen, you edge around to stand near the TV, grinning as Andi pokes her tongue out past her lips a little, the voluptuous bottle blonde looking like she's from an entirely different world than the petite little purple-haired girl in her father's Megadeth t-shirt and boxers.\n\nYou glance briefly aside as the antique grandfather clock in the hall starts chiming the hour... midnight, looks like. Not paying any further heed as the chimes continue, you look back to Andi and Max. You're thus watching as their eyes glaze over and their fingers still on the controls, even as a fuzzy, relaxed, slightly disconnected feeling comes over you as well. All over the room, play-tussling and chatter is ceasing, everyone going still, arms dropping to their sides, eyes glassy. As the clock finishes chiming twelve, the lights and TV flicker and go out, plunging the room into being lit only by the full moon streaming in through the windows.\n\nThe girls not already standing rise to their feet, and moving in near-synch all of you push down what you're wearing on your lower halves before pulling off and carelessly discarding what you're wearing above, the room going from bright and noisy and a riot of different bedtime outfits to dark and silent and packed with naked teenage girls in a matter of seconds. Leslie turns and walks stiffly to the back door, others falling in behind her. She unlocks it and swings it open, fog rolling into the house as she marches outside, the rest of you following her out into the dark, fog-shrouded yard. Moving in an orderly, slightly inhuman fashion, the group splits into two lines facing each other, before every other girl turns around to face the other way. Then, as one, you all go to your knees and forward onto your hands, arranged so that you're at opposites... to one side of you is Leslie's tan, trim ass, to the other Andi's round white one, and directly in front of you Max's petite little butt and the pink of her pussy framed by her skinny thighs.\n\nSvarog comes striding out of the fog just like he did last night... or you think it's him at first, anyway. Maybe not, because another, identical dog comes walking out after him, and then another, and another. In all, twenty-four massive, red-eyed canines appear out of the thick fog, six of them forming a line on the right side of the group of girls, six on the right, and the rest... well, even without being able to turn your head or look around, you can easily enough see them moving into position behind each of you. The positioning means that you have a perfect view of a good thirteen inches of glistening, veiny red dog cock sliding into Max's pussy even as another thirteen inches of glistening, veiny red dog cock are sliding into yours.\n\nJust like last night, you're unable to move, make a sound, or react as the black dog on your back begins fucking you hard, thick canine cock cramming your cunt over and over again, and from the fact that there's not a single other human noise being made, the all your friends are in the same boat. However, unlike last night, the dog above you isn't silent, nor his compatrioats. Indeed, the foggy, dreamlike night is full of the sounds of big dogs panting, huffing, growling, even making groan-like noises as they fuck their ensorceled teen girl lovers, the ones on the sidelines barking occasionally as if in encouragement.\n\nYour whole body is again rocked by the power of Svarog(?)'s thrusts, his fuzzy hips slamming against your ass and moving you back and forth on your hands and knees. Out of the corner of your eye on either side you can see more dog asses moving as they fuck your friends, and of course dead ahead is your clear view of that massive, shiny red prick splitting open Max's little pussy, her pudgy, smooth pussylips looking like they're stretched taut around it already even as the swell of her dog rapist's knot starts slapping against it. Though all the dogs are pumping away at their own paces, some moving their hips so fast they're almost a blur, others using an almost lazy roll of their hips to pump away at the teenage bitches beneath them, your dog and Max's knot the two of you at the same time, so it's almost like you're seeing your own pussy getting stretched before closing around the invading member.\n\nThe rush of dog cum inside you seems to break some of the spell you're under, and you cry out loudly as you cum, the sounds of eleven other girls reaching climax at the same time mingling in the night. Suddenly the foggy, shrouded world is filled with the sound of violated teenage girls moaning and gasping in pleasure as furry dog balls empty into their pussies. You groan loudly as the dog on your back swings off, his fuzzy ass pressing against your smooth one as he moves into proper bitch-tied position. The dogs at the sides now begin filtering along the lines, moving to take their own places opposite their brethren. The moaning, gasping, and yowling are muffled bit by bit, your own full-throated moans now reverberating through more than a foot of hot, dripping dog dick as another Svarog-clone starts fucking your face just as thoroughly as the last fucked your pussy. Your throat bulges with the girth of it as you tongue the underside eagerly, even raising a hand to fondle his big, swaying black ballsack, encouraging him to spill empty it into your mouth.\n\nYou get your wish soon enough, the rush of dog cum filling your mouth and throat almost instantly and spattering out around your lips and all over his knot. More of it splashes across your face, hair, and even your tits as he pulls back some and humps the air, waving that massive crimson length in your face as he paints you. He dismounts at the same time as the other dog manages to pull out and step away, your stretched pussy letting loose a torrent of animal jizz to splash onto the fog-shrouded ground. You pant heavily, your face dripping with dog jizz, taking a brief look around. Dogs are already moving to pick new partners and mount up again, squeals and yowls sounding in the night as pussies are packed with puppy prick or asses are crammed with canine cock. For that matter, you can even see a couple of the girls partnering up with each other. Pure animal lust has overcome the whole group... including you, the impulse to join in is direct, powerful, and overwhelming. \n\nExcept for the tiniest, barest voice in the back of your head, urging 'Now's your chance, run!'\n\n<hr>\n[[Run.|GGDogPlaceholder]]\n\n[[Fun.|GGDog4x7]]

That little voice dies a very quick death as Toni pushes you over onto your back and moves to straddle your face, pink pussy and brown pussylips dripping with dog cum rubbing all over your lower face. Forgetting all thought of trying to escape, you bring your hands up to knead at her muscular ass as you start eagerly eating her out, gulping down as much of that thick, delicious animal seed as you can. You feel the other girl's six-pack pressing against your tits and her own tits rubbing your flat belly as she leans down and starts returning the favor, tongue jutting deep into your cunt and swirling over your clit. When you notice a set of paws approaching, you obligingly hold Toni's asscheeks spread, baring her pucker and leaving it vulnerable, and thus having a great view as thirteen inches of glistening, vein-marked red dog dick disappear into it. You moan sluttily into Toni's pussy as she squeals and yowls into yours from getting her ass fucked, the dog's fuzzy sack brushing and rubbing across your face as he thrusts.\n\nNot much later you're back on all fours, eagerly fucking yourself back and forth between a pair of dogs that have mounted up simultaneously, working yourself forward until one knot bumps against your lips, then back until the other knot smacks your pussylips. Shifting your eyes off to the side, you can see Andi with her long, curvy legs wrapped around one dog's middle, humping her hips up to meet the downward strokes of his cock. Her shoulders are against the grown, tits wobbling heavily atop her chest as she sucks at the cock of the dog standing above her head, the dog fucking her pussy licking and slurping at his brother's ass. You look over to the other side where Leslie and Max are entwined, tribbing hard and fast while face to face, occasionally swirling tongues or just making lewd sex faces at each other, each with one hand around the other and the other hand off to the side jerking dripping dog dicks.\n\n"Fuck me! Fuck my pussy, give me puppies!"\n\n"Rape my ass! Rape my bitch ass!"\n\n"Oh fuck, fuck, lick my pussy, I've always wanted you to lick my pussy, you fucking whore, god..."\n\nThe sounds and talk just gets dirtier, the pairings more perverse and creative, turning from dogs gangbanging teenage girls into a full-blown, no-holds-barred orgy. You see girls furiously frigging each other, and dogs mounting one another, thick thirteen-inch pricks sliding into fur-rimmed black assholes while identical glistening dog dicks bounce and spurt below. You soon find yourself between the hind legs of a dog rolled on his back, eagerly bobbing your head as you deepthroat his spearlike cock, one hand gripped around the bulge of his knot, the other pumping two fingers in and out of his ass. You lift your head with a gasp, then slip your fingers out and replace them with your tongue, the taste of the animal's hole thick and strong as you tonguefuck him, raising your hand up to stroke his cock quickly instead. After a few minutes you shift back to the earlier position, but this time you suck him all the way down to the knot and use three fingers to fuck his asshole, moaning eagerly as another dog mounts you from behind and drives his cock into your own ass.\n\nLater you're moaning around a different knot that's actually managed to force its way inside your mouth before inflating, your jaw aching pleasurably and a seemingly neverending flood of dog cum flowing down your throat. You're not even sure how you're breathing, but you don't care. You're too busy moaning around that twitching, pulsing canine cock as two other girls, one of them Leslie, work their entire hands in and out of your pussy and ass, getting them in well past the wrist at this point. Below you, Andi sucks on one of your tits and Max the other, both of them rubbing their clits as Andi gets licked by one of the dogs, Max by one of the other girls.\n\nAnd later still, you twine tongues with one of the dogs, your arms lovingly wrapped around his neck, kissing him as he's pounded up the ass by one of his identical brothers. He pants hotly against your skin, his tongue almost filling your mouth as you suck on it, then move to lick the drool off his muzzle. The dog atop him gives a low animal moan and shoves hard, tying with his duplicate and then swinging around to face away. You move to straddle the back of the dog you were kissing and lean forward, rubbing your sopping pussy and perky teenage tits against his fur as you start rimming the dog that's knotted him, one hand gripping around the base of his stub tail, the other reaching down to jerk the knotted dog off and help him spill his load all over the ground.\n\nSomewhere in all of it, deeper, masculine voices join the feminine cries that had filled the night.\n\n"That's right, bitch, take all of it, take it up your ass."\n\n"Worthless bitch, get your tongue deeper in my ass like a proper dog."\n\n"I'll give you puppies, alright, stupid bitch, I'll give you a hundred puppies."\n\nEverything sort of fades and blends together after awhile, perverse actions you could never have even imagined blending together into a long, interwoven tapestry of lesbian sex and bestiality. Your mind becomes further and further fogged until you don't even know what you're doing, you're just doing it. It doesn't even matter anymore whether you're fucking one of your friends or one of the strange unearthly dogs, it's all the same to you, it's just sex, just fucking, and you want more, more, forever.\n\n<hr>\n[[Wake up.|GGDog4x8]]

You gasp as you scramble upright, finding yourself sitting on a bundle of blankets and pillows on the floor, your skin almost dripping with sweat. There are other gasps and yelps sounding all around you, more bursts of sudden movements, and a few yelps as girls collide or fall off bits of furniture where they'd apparently fallen asleep.\n\nYour first thought is that your waking so suddenly has caused a chain reaction, and you almost laugh sheepishly. God, what a dream! Then you notice something. Every single girl in the room is buck naked, their skin glistening with sweat.\n\nThe others begin to notice as well, looking around with shock and embarrassment, some covering themselves with their hands or convenient blankets, others not bothering since everyone naked here <i>is</i> a girl, after all. Confusion and worry start to set in after that, before it's replaced by forced smiles. Toni, her cocoa skin gleaming, laughs a little, rubbing the back of her head, sweat-damp nipples stiff in the air conditioning. "Geez, I had the weirdest dream, you guys, you wouldn't even believe-"\n\n"Would it happen to have been about us all fucking dogs and each other like it was the night before the apocalypse?"\n\nLeslie's flat, blunt tone makes Toni, and a number of the others (including yourself) wince before looking over at her. Like the bigger girl, she's standing unashamedly naked, hands on her hips, though her lips are curved in a frown. She looks around at everyone, making sure that all attention is truly on her, before she continues. "It's obvious we all had the same 'dream'. And if we all had the same dream, it obviously wasn't <i>just</i> a dream. Something happened to us last night. Pretending it didn't won't get us anywhere."\n\n"Um, guys?" Andi's voice calls from the kitchen. "I... I think you ought to see this."\n\nEleven more girls move and try to cram themselves into the kitchen at once, crowding around to see what the 'this' is that the blonde girl's pointing at with a slightly shaking finger. There on the kitchen table, lined up in two rows of six, and ranging from flat black to bright pink, are a dozen thick leather dog collars, each one with a round silver tag arranged to sit perfectly in front of it.\n\n"Do they..." Andi gulps heavily, starting to shake all over. "Do they...?"\n\nGirls exchange glances with one another, obviously all hesitating at the question she can't quite get out. Leslie, apparently still the bravest of all of you, walks forward and leans in a bit, making sure not to touch anything, before she straightens up. "Yeah, they're embossed with our names."\n\n"What..." A rather mousey girl named Kelsey shifts in place, glancing around before continuing in a whisper. "What do you think will happen if we put them on?"\n\n"We'll become bitches." The words are out of your mouth almost before you realize you're going to speak. But you just know it's the answer, you're only saying what Kelsey herself, and all the others, knew the moment they saw the collars. "We'll belong to the woman that did this to us. We'll be her animals, and we'll spend the rest of eternity like we did last night."\n\nA heavy silence descends at that. No one says anything or argues... they know it's the truth of it as much as you do. Then there's a yelp, Andi whirling and clutching the microfleece blanket she's holding around herself tighter. "Max! What are you doing?!"\n\n"What's it look like?" the petite girl snaps back as she picks up the collar with her nametag (purple, to match her hair) and slips it around her own neck. "Last night was fucking amazing. I don't care if it's damnation, I'll sign on to get fucked like that for the rest of forever in a heartbeat." As she slips the end of the collar's strap through the little silver loop designed to hold it, her eyes start to glaze over, and you watch as her pussylips puff up with arousal, a faint moan slipping past her lips. Her voice comes out light and airy as she whispers, "Fuck, it already feels so good."\n\nMore glances are traded around, and you can actually see the temptation in some of the others' eyes, hiding there amidst the fear and shock. You know it's there in your own eyes as well. What would it feel like, to give up free will for a life of constant fucking in slavery? To judge from Max's reaction... and your memories of last night... it would feel amazing. But you can't just give up your freedom!\n\nCan you?\n\n<hr>\n[[Put on your collar.|GGDog6x1]]\n\n[[Destroy your collar.|GGDog4x9]]

"No," you snarl, revulsion suddenly twisting in your belly at the very idea of being tempted by slavery. You shove some of the others aside and stalk over to the counter drawers. You've been to Leslie's often enough to know where everything is, so your motions are quick and angry as you yank open the drawer and grab a pair of salad tongs. You don't even want to <i>touch</i> the damned thing as you grab the black collar with its 'Cyan' tag and carry it to the stove. Snapping the largest burner on as high as it will go, you barely even wait for the flames to spring up before tossing the collar right onto the burner. The smell of searing, charring leather immediately fills the room, soon followed by the strange tang of hot metal.\n\nThe others just stare at you, stunned for a few moments. Then Leslie plucks the tongs out of your hand. "Gimme." She grabs the blue collar with her own nametag on it and carries it over, tossing it onto the burner atop your own rapidly disintegrating one. That seems to give some of the others courage to start doing the same... while, to your shock, it seems to inspire others to grab them and slip them on, as if worrying that their own might be burned instead.\n\nAll in all, half the group elects to destroy the collars and half to wear them. Some of the other girls cry and plead with their glassy-eyed friends as they turn and march mechanically out the front door, apparently intending to walk naked and collared down the street to wherever they're going. Leslie drags one of the last of the sobbing free girls back in through the front door and gives her a half-shove towards the couch as she slams the door, then turns to face everyone left.\n\n"Alright, listen. We can't tell anyone what really happened." At several noises of protest, she shakes her head emphatically. "No, listen to me, we <i>can't</i>! They'd think we all got drugged up or something and hallucinated the whole thing, or that we're crazy... or worse, that we murdered the others and hid their bodies somewhere. We have to keep everything that really happened to ourselves."\n\n"She's right," you say with a heavy heart, running your hands through your hair. "It won't do them or us any good to tell the truth. We'll just say that we had a slumber party, and when we got up one of the burners was ruined and the others were gone. We have to promise, and practice it over and over, and make sure we've covered everything, because there'll be questions."\n\n"Max, Toni, Kelsey, the others," Andi whimpers softly, tears running down her cheeks. "They're being... I mean right now, they're probably... and their poor parents..."\n\n"They made their choice," Leslie says darkly, shaking her head slowly this time. "I guess it was theirs to make, even if we don't like it. We probably couldn't have stopped them even if we wanted to. We'll just have to make our peace with it.\n\nSlowly, everyone nods, accepting the sad logic of it. Your friends are gone... and you're going to have to spend the rest of your lives lying about why.\n\n<hr>\n[[Game Over.|GGDog4xEnd]]

Best not to get distracted by creature comforts. Not when it looks like there's nothing particularly valuable here... well, nothing you wouldn't have to pry up and then figure how to carry out of here. Maybe if you come up empty on the rest of the place you'll get that desperate.\n\nYou head into the hallway, glancing around for any sign of more traps, and not seeing any so far... either they're extremely well-hidden, or your mystery wizard didn't think anyone could get by the one on the front door. Still, you're a bit cautious as you approach doorways, peeking under the cracks with your mirror. The mirror isn't the best, so you can only make out vague impressions of what might be inside, enough to give you a general idea of what each room is. Further on, the hallway slopes downward a little, and you can faintly hear the sound of dripping water and see the flicker of light playing off of a liquid surface. So some sort of, what, grotto? Heh, maybe that's where 'Heff' keeps the bunnies.\n\nAlright. You think you've got an idea what the options are, at least the ones likely to yield something useful. You'll check out the...\n\n<hr>\n[[Bathroom.|GGRoguePlaceholder]]\n\n[[Bedroom.|GGRogue10x1]]\n\n[[Storeroom.|GGRoguePlaceholder]]\n\n[[Lab.|GGRoguePlaceholder]]\n\n[[Nursery?|GGRoguePlaceholder]]\n\n[[Grotto.|GGRogue1x10]]

Skooma

You blink repeatedly, realizing that you're sitting in your mother's car, the road passing by outside indicating that you're almost home. "... Wha...?" you say vaguely.\n\n"Hm? Something wrong, honey?" your mother asks, glancing over briefly.\n\n"I... yeah, when did I get in the car?" you ask, frowning.\n\n"Now you see, I told you not to go nuts with that snack bar just because they had Surge on tap, and now you've got such a bad sugar crash you can barely think," she says with an exasperated sigh, shaking her head. "Don't you remember? We went to see my latest client, the owner of a new entertainment complex? He'd been asking me to bring you over so he could get a teenage gamer's perspective on it, and you wound up having the time of your life with all the arcade machines on free play and the unlimited sugary refills." She dramatically rolls her eyes, making sure you can see them over the edge of her sunglasses. "Clearly I should tell him to limit them."\n\n"Oh." You blink again, still feeling confused. That doesn't seem like something you'd forget! Except somehow it also seems entirely reasonable, so you just nod. "Well. Yeah, okay, guess I went a bit overboard. Sorry."\n\n"No worries," she says, glancing over and giving you a smile that's somehow a bit sad. "We'll have other opportunities, I'm sure."\n\n<b>Cyan the Spy</b> end - <i>Flashy-thinged</i>

"There's something I wanted to tell you. Here, come into the living room with me," you answer, reaching down to take your son's hand and lead him into the next room before turning to face him, taking both his hands.\n\n"What's up? Is something wrong?" he asks, clearly confused.\n\nSmiling, you shake your head. "No, not at all. The truth is, I realized you're growing up, and I want to see you become a fine man. To that end, I've decided to help you make the transition to manhood by making love to you."\n\nHe just stands there for a moment, his brain visibly trying to process that, before he simply gives a blank, "Huh?"\n\nGiggling, you raise a hand to cup his cheek. "You should know how to pleasure a girl, and have the confidence to get out of your room instead of jerking off, like you were this morning."\n\nThat, apparently, processes immediately, and he splutters, going red in the face. "Mom!"\n\n"I just think an attractive, obviously virile young man like yourself should be out dating girls and starting relationships, so to that end, as a sort of rite of passage, I'll be your first," you state reasonably, taking his hand again. "After a few times with me, you should be confident and skilled enough to go out and get any girl you want."\n\nHe just opens and closes his mouth a few times, obviously still having difficulty with this train of logic. Finally all he can come up with is, "What, now?"\n\n<hr>\n[[Right now.|Marei8x3]]\n\n[[Tonight.|Marei]]

"Mm-hm," you answer cheerfully, pulling your shirt up and off, your heavy tits dropping free and wobbling as you drop the shirt and move your hands down, peeling the small shorts over your ass and hips and letting them drop as well. "Right now."\n\nKen's eyes are wide as he watches his naked mother sink to her knees in front of him and start unbuttoning his jeans. You smile up at your son as you pull his zipper down and then tug his jeans and the front of his underwear down a bit to let his cock spill free. He's only just a bit hard, but you can feel him rapidly stiffening up as you stroke his length with one hand, and gently rub the turgid length against your cheek. Cooing softly up at him, you turn your head and kiss the side of his shaft, murmuring, "Don't worry, Ken-chan, Mommy's going to take good care of you."\n\nYou continue lightly stroking the lower half of the shaft as he hardens fully, moving your head so you can kiss the tip before fluttering your tongue against the underside. Smiling as Ken moans, you slip your lips over the head of his cock, bobbing your head lightly along your son's dick while you shift your hands to grip at his jeans and underwear, tugging them down. Ken steps out of them almost reflexively once you've got them down, then as an afterthought pulls off his shirt, leaving him as naked as you are. Sliding your son's cock back out of your mouth, you wrap your hand around it, angling it up as you stroke him so that you can lean in and start licking at his sack. Sucking one of his balls into your mouth, you keep your eyes on his face, watching his own pleasure-glazed ones meet yours. You always did like that he got your eyes.\n\nAfter leaving a sheen of saliva coating his balls, you drag your tongue back up his shaft and slide your lips back over it, this time bobbing up and down a bit more forcefully. You don't really have time to start trying to take him too deeply before Ken lets out a loud moan and you can taste your son's hot, thick cum splashing across your tongue. You roll your tongue around the head, looking up at him as he pants and shivers, cock shuddering between your lips as it fires thick ropes of cream into your mouth. Once you've swallowed you pull back, continuing to stroke him lightly as you say, "See? One of the things we'll need to do is build up your endurance a little." You giggle at his blush, then rise to your feet, tits wobbling as you grab his hand and pull him over to the couch. \n\nYou nudge your son to sit, then again sink to your knees in front of him. This time you lean forward, hefting up your massive, soft tits and settling them in his lap, completely engulfing his cock. Ken stares down in shock and obvious pleasure as you start massaging the hefty things around his still stiff prick, getting him further worked up. You know he should last a fair while this time, what with it being his third orgasm in about an hour, by your count. You press your breasts down some, enough for the head of his cock to peek out a bit, and lean your head forward, eyes closing briefly as you flick your tongue over it and then roll it in circles around the edges. Ken's breathing is audible, one of his hands coming up to stroke your hair as he watches you work his dick over with your tits. \n\nYou continue giving him a titjob for several minutes, focusing mostly on gently working your big breasts around his cock and smiling up at him, before you can feel his cock starting to throb noticeably again. Backing off, you raise up and move to sit down beside him, leaning in for a kiss. Ken's kiss is a little hesitant at first, but quickly grows more eager, his tongue sliding into your mouth to toy with yours as your son's hands move to knead your boobs, fingers sinking into the yielding flesh almost enough to disappear. Your own hands roam over his thighs and chest, wanting to keep him stimulated and yet let him calm down a little too... and, you admit, enjoying the feel of that young, firm body under your fingers and palms.\n\nNow, how to proceed...?\n\n<hr>\n[[Have him wear a condom and fuck your pussy.|Marei]]\n\n[[Have him fuck your pussy as is.|Marei]]\n\n[[Have him fuck your ass.|Marei]]

You can't help but blush a little as Ken comes down the stairs, now in jeans and a t-shirt, and settles at the breakfast table. If he notices you getting pink-cheeked and looking him up and down as he eats, he doesn't show it, far too distracted by pancakes and bacon.\n\nBut after all, who could you really trust this to, if not yourself? It's such an important thing in a young man's life, and you really need to make sure it's a positive experience. And obviously the way to make really, truly sure is to do it yourself. You're definitely doing this because you're a good mother... and not because it's been so long since you've been with a man, and because Ken looks so much like his father except for his bigger, thicker dick, all throbbing and leaking pre in his hand...\n\nYou absently brush a thumb along the corner of your mouth, then notice that Ken's starting to set aside his plate and rise from his chair. "Ah, wait a moment, Ken," you interject, making him blink and look up at you.\n\n"Yeah, mom, what is it?"\n\n<hr>\n[[Seduce him.|Marei9x1]]\n\n[[Be direct.|Marei8x2]]

Honestly, it's probably the free food that really put you over the top. Like, time and a half for your first shift (on top of the already fairly generous salary), the bennies once you've ridden out the introductory period, all of that's pretty great, but a guaranteed meal waiting at the end of the day is a major temptation at the moment. "Sure, I think I'd really like that."\n\n"Great, great!" Kayla says cheerfully, clicking with her mouse a few times, the printer spitting out a handful of pages. "Already got all of your data off of the job site, so if you could just sign and date these we'll get going." \n\nYou do a brief glance over the employment contract, obviously not reading it in depth because you've gone through a few of these by now, mostly just confirming that all the stuff she said before is on there. You see the mention of the benefits package, the free employee meal, a few mentions of 'personal responsibilities on and off the clock', but nothing that's a real red flag, so you sign your full name and date it, then pass the papers back.\n\n"Great!" Kayla says as she accepts the papers and staples them. "Now don't worry, we provide the 'uniforms' as it were and we've got a wide selection so I'm sure you'll find something you're comfortable with. Now, I wasn't kidding when I said we're short-staffed today, so there's a lot to be done. We can send you out on a delivery probably as soon as you can get changed, or you can hit the floor for the incoming lunch rush, or we've got a pizza party pretty soon."\n\nYou blink. "Um, one of those involving the... dancing and stuff?"\n\n"Yeah, you'd be going out with another newbie that got hired on about ten minutes before you walked in here, but like I said it's a really simple thing. Go in, set out the pizzas, dance a bit, collect tips, you're out in two hours max. Like I said normally we have a lot of girls who practically fight over them but with the short staffing today it's kind of flown under the radar and no one's snapped it up yet."\n\n<hr>\n[[Work the restaurant.|CelPizza]]\n\n[[Do deliveries.|CelPizza]]\n\n[[Accept the pizza party.|CelPizza]]

You hesitate frettingly for a few moments longer, then let out a huff and shrug. "Yeah, well, guess I can't argue with that logic." Besides, your mom's been kind of stressed lately. Maybe learning the joys of dog cock will get her to lighten up, huh? As Amarie slips her arms underneath your mother's, you grab her knees and lift, backing up and following Amarie's directions as the two of you move down the hall.\n\nThe apparent Breeding Room isn't terribly nice, just a polished concrete floor and several cages, as well as a few doors leading off of it, a couple of metal cabinets and workbenches, and a few cages with access from the other side. "Let's get your mother situated there, dear," Amarie says, nodding to a sort of cement block with various leash-like chains coming off of it. "She should be out for a good bit longer, but better safe than sorry. Let's just carefully turn her over, there you go, and set her down so she's against the block."\n\nOnce your mother is in a semi-on-all-fours position, Amarie takes the heavy, sturdy black leather collar close to the center and fastens it securely around your mother's neck, adjusting the length of the chain it's fastened to. Cuffs are then fastened around her wrists, holding them close to the sides of the block, and then around her thighs just above her knees, the chain length adjusted so that she's basically kept on all fours. "Good, good," Amarie purrs once the two of you have finished, before pulling off her t-shirt and sports bra, those immense tits dropping free and shown off in their shockingly firm perfection to you for the first time. "Now, let's get properly attired for our fun. Ah, but can't forget." She unclips a radio from her pocket and brings it up. "Jess, put some studs through to the breeder room cages, if you would."\n\n"On it, boss-lady!" comes a woman's chirped reply.\n\nStill rather nervous, you nevertheless follow Amarie's example and strip down, setting your clothes on one of the benches with hers. She opens up one of the cabinets and draws out a black leather corset-type garment with a ribbed outside, which she fastens around her middle and does up with straps... since she's not drawing them too tightly, you suppose the likely intention is to keep her middle from getting scratched up by dog claws rather than alter her figure. She then takes out a pair of tall, gleaming black gloves that look more like rubber, starting to pull them on. You're distracted by the sound of some gates being raised and glance over, seeing various sizes of large dog start to pad into the cages, their cocks already unsheathing and jutting below their bellies, obviously knowing what goes on in this room. You almost jump and look back at Amarie at the feel of something going around your neck, then blush brightly as the woman fastens a thick black leather dog collar similar to the one your mother's wearing around your neck.\n\n"We'll get you a prettier one soon, darling, I think you've earned it," Amarie coos, brushing a hand over your hair affectionately as she finishes, then proffering a pair of scissors. "One more task before we can get underway."\n\nNodding, you accept the scissors and move back over to your mother. You take a few moments to cut her shirt off, then snip the back and straps of her bra, leaving her own full tits hanging down heavily. It takes a bit more time to clear off her pants and panties, and slip off her socks and shoes, but eventually you have her naked, her round ass and trimmed black-haired pussy bare and vulnerable in the little concrete room, most of the dogs already sighted in on it and panting eagerly.\n\n"Just wave this under her nose, and I'll get her first new friend," Amarie instructs, passing you a small bottle as she heads for one of the cages. Nodding, you lean down and uncork the bottle, gesturing with it a few times under your mother's nostrils.\n\n"Uh? Wha?" Your mother blinks a few times as she starts to wake up, obviously bleary and confused at first before she starts to focus in. She stares at the sight of you naked save for a collar, then jerks and twitches as she finds she's bound. "What?! What in the?!" She can't turn her head all that much due to the chain, but she tries to look around, eyes glinting furiously. "Cyan, what the fuck is going on?! Explain right now, or-!"\n\nJust what dire punishment your mother would have threatened for stripping her naked and chaining her to a concrete block is never answered, as in that moment Amarie nudges the Rottweiler mix to mount her, the dog almost instantly slamming its cock home into her pussy. Your mother's eyes and mouth both open wide, pure shock on her face at the feeling of a dog's dick suddenly inside of her, no sound coming out for the first few thrusts. Gradually she begins to gasp, and then to give little cries as the Rottweiler begins pounding into her, his forelegs squeezing tight around her middle as he fucks her cunt. "N-no, what, no, oh God this can't be happening!" she protests, even as some of the words are threaded by moans. Amari blatantly fingers her pussy with her rubber-gloved hands, licking her lips with an expression of utter delight on her face. Though still a bit nervous, eventually you can't help but bring a hand to your own sodden, dripping pussy, rubbing yourself almost idly while watching your mother get fucked by a dog.\n\nFor the first few minutes your mother continues to deny that this is even happening, alternately threatening and pleading with both you and Amarie to stop this and let her go. But as more and more moans suffuse the words she finally gives up talking, instead just breathing hard and letting out little reluctantly pleasured whimpers as the dog's furry hips slap against her round, motherly ass and make her tits shake beneath her from the impact. When the dog gives a sudden hard thrust forward, she cries out, her body trembling in obvious orgasm. She gives a low moan and a humiliated whimper as the panting beast scrabbles a bit and turns around, settling ass-to-ass with her like a proper bitch. She shivers again as Amarie steps over, running a gloved hand down her back and cooing, "Good girl, gooood <i>girrrrrl</i>," before starting to gentle massage the dog's balls and the base of his knot. "Cyan, why don't you bring over your mother's next stud?"\n\nNodding, you hurry over to one of the cages, reaching in to snag the obviously excited but still obedient German Shepherd's collar and leading him towards the block. Amarie has just extracted the Rottweilder's knot and led him away, leaving you looking at your mother's ass jutted up in the air and displaying her well-fucked pussy, dog cum dribbling out of it steadily and falling to the floor or down her thighs.\n\n<hr>\n[[Have the next dog mount her.|GGDog]]\n\n[[Clean her up first.|GGDog11x3]]

"Well the thing is I met someone! I mean, I met the owner of that shelter I went to, and she was super great, and she had a way better idea!" you chirp enthusiastically.\n\n"The owner?" your mother asks slowly, her frown deepening a little.\n\n"Yeah, she's really great, and so pretty... I mean, pretty great, and pretty nice, you know?" you amend as you realize you may have said too much, though with that first fumble you have a tough time getting on track. "I mean she's really... she's just... and she was saying all of this stuff, and offering me a job, and..." You pull out the papers and hold them up, a little lamely now. "I mean, if you could just...?"\n\n"I think I need to meet this woman first, before I sign anything," your mother says slowly, your heart sinking as her eyes narrow. Uh-oh.\n\nAnd so the next day finds you walking back into the shelter with your mother behind her, her manner making it feel much more like being marched to the principal's office than returning to a prospective job sight. Amarie's behind the front desk, and casually stands as the two of you come in, your mother barely managing not to gawk as those huge tits sway around a little. "Hello, welcome to the Winterbury Shelter and Kennel. You must be Cyan's mother."\n\n"Yes," your mother says in a slightly choked tone, taking the proffered hand stiffly and giving it a perfunctory shake.\n\n"I suppose you must have wanted to meet the woman who offered your daughter a job. Please, follow me to my office, we can have this discussion there," Amarie says breezily, turning to lead the way, with you valiantly trying to suppress a wince as your mother shoots an accusatory glance at you. Apparently Amarie's sex-bomb MILF appearance has almost immediately convinced you're a lesbian and doing inappropriate things with an older woman.\n\nThe feeling of being in the principal's office only grows as Amarie settles down behind her desk and you and your mother take seats in front of it as opposed to yesterday's casual sprawling on the couch, you slumping down a bit in your chair. Amarie smiles at your mother. "So, where would you like to begin?"\n\n"Are you doing inappropriate things with my daughter?" your mother immediately snaps, making you give out a dismayed yelp of 'MOM!' that has her shooting a glare hot enough to wilt you in your chair again.\n\nAmarie gazes placidly at her for long moments, before a small smile curls the corners of her lips. "I suppose that depends on whether her licking my pussy while a dog fucks her is considered 'inappropriate'."\n\nYou feel your face go pale as your mother shrieks out "WHAT?!" and starts to come to her feet. There's a low puffing noise, and your mother's eyes widen, something small and metal sticking out of one side of her throat. She drops to the chair and then slumps back, eyes closing as you shriek out a much more dismayed 'MOM!' and leap to your feet.\n\n"What did you do?!"\n\n"Oh, relax, she's fine, it's a harmless tranquilizer dart, she won't even have much of a puncture hole to heal up," Amarie answers easily as she stands and circles around the desk, pressing two fingers to the side of your mother's neck as you fret. "I've planned for similar contingencies after all, dear, and I'm not at all bothered. We'll handle this and get everything sorted out."\n\n"H-how?" you ask, glancing from her to your sleeping parent. "I mean, when she wakes up, even if it like blanks her short-term memory or something, she'll still-"\n\n"Your mother simply doesn't understand the enjoyment of dog cock, dearheart," Amarie answers with a benign smile, reaching out a hand to rest on your head. "So we'll make sure that she does. I imagine you'll find her quite supportive after that. In fact depending on her own skills we might find a place for her here, hm?"\n\n"Uh, are you saying..." You do another quick glance between the two. "Are you saying that you want to have my mom raped by dogs?"\n\n"Worked for you, didn't it?" Amarie answers with an easygoing laugh. "I'm willing to bet like daughter, like mother! Now, why don't you help me pick her up and take her to the breeding room, and we'll get to work. I'm sure after a dog cock or twenty, she'll be more than eager to sign that paperwork."\n\n<hr>\n[[Agree.|GGDog11x2]]\n\n[[Refuse.|GGDog]]

Oh... what the hell. You've got a great body, may as well try to use it to get ahead a little as long as it's nothing skeevy. Wouldn't hurt to at least hear them out. You send in your application to the listing, and are a mix of surprised, glad, and suspicious when it only takes a few minutes to get a response asking you to come in and do a sit-down interview. Well, your job site profile does have your picture on it, you guess, a place like this you're probably exactly what they're looking for. Ah well, probably best not to overthink it. You find somewhere to get a bit cleaned up and dig out some clean clothes, then head over to the address in the email.\n\nFrom the outside it... definitely just looks like a pizza place? Like one of the larger ones, the sorts with arcades and things inside, but still quite normal. You do see the 'No entry under 21' sign on the door as you approach, but it mentions alcohol being served so even that's not exactly a red flag. You step inside and aren't terribly shocked to be quickly approached by a hostess dressed in a relatively modest red bikini, with a 'Bambi's Bikini Pizza' branded sun visor atop her blonde head, red sweatbands around her wrists, and knee-high socks with sneakers. "Hi! Just one today?" she says cheerfully, apparently not at all daunted by the idea of a woman showing up to this place, which also makes you feel a little better.\n\n"Ah, no, I'm actually here for a job interview with Kayla?" you reply.\n\n"Oh! Sure, this way!" she chirps, turning and flouncing off through the restaurant, showing that the back of the bikini bottoms, though normally modest, have ridden up a little. Apparently she feels it as she walks, since she shamelessly reaches back and slides her fingers under it, tugging out and briefly baring a bit more of her ass as she tugs it into place.\n\nShaking your head a little, you nevertheless follow her. You can kind of appreciate this place's dedication to keeping some 'classic pizza parlor' aesthetic, such as the bare red brick walls, the plastic-coated checkered tablecloths, and the Journey playing on the speakers. You do spot what looks a lot like the typical arcade area, as well as a bar, and you're almost tempted to look around for the stage of animatronics at this point. Though as you're led towards the back, you do spot a small stage like that one would be, just that it's got what looks a lot like a stripper pole at the center of it. ... Classy. She shows you through an 'Employees Only' door and then knocks on the door of an office labeled 'Manager', and you hear another woman call "Yeah!" from inside.\n\n'So the boss is a woman, that's better at least,' you think, some relief flooding you as you step inside. The caramel-skinned woman behind the desk seems like she might be a handful of years older than you, her dark hair pulled back into a ponytail, dark eyes lifting from her computer to look at you as you come in. And you at least can't say she's not willing to put herself under the same conditions her employees have, since her large breasts are covered (well, not quite, more just the fronts of them) by the twin triangles of a red string bikini, with 'Bambi's Bikini Pizza' written in tiny white letters on the left one. "Oh, hi, you must be Celeste," she says, leaning up out of her chair a bit to offer a hand, giving a glimpse of red hotpants (so you guess rank doth have its privileges at least a bit). You shake her hand and confirm that before sitting down. "I'm Kayla, I'm here running the place most days."\n\n"Nice to meet you."\n\n"Now, I've looked over your resume, and obviously I don't think I need to teach you how to serve food or work a computer or anything like that. Our system's pretty simple, you can pick it up on the job easily enough just by having one of the others show you." Kayla clicks at the computer a few times before continuing. "Now while the ad was for a delivery driver, just about everybody does some crossover of either delivering or working in the restaurant as a server. We actually need both today, so if you could start right away that would be fantastic, we'll do your shift at time and a half today if you can."\n\nWow, not bad. "So it's just delivery driving?" you prompt, trying to make sure you don't sound accusing.\n\n"Well there's two types of delivery we do, the typical delivery where it's basically you go to the address, hand over the pizza, and that's it. Then we also have a 'Pizza Party' deal where you bring in a bunch of food, and then stay to do a bit of serving. And dancing," she adds, grinning a bit. "Pizza Party jobs are always optional, but I've gotta tell you that most of the girls fight over them since they can net upwards of a few hundred dollars in tips for just a few hours of passing out pizza slices and wiggling your booty to some music."\n\n"... And that's all it is?" you can't help but ask. "Just a bit of, uh... wiggling your booty?"\n\nKayla looks at you for a moment, then adopts a Really Very Professional™ expression as she clasps her hands and rests them on the desk in front of her. "Bambi's Bikini Pizza does not in any way compel, encourage, or endorse any sort of overtly sexual behavior with customers." She pauses, then adds, "However, what you do outside of the boundaries of your employment with us is entirely your own business and responsibility on all levels."\n\n... Yeah, that's pretty clear. Obviously at least some of their girls are getting down on their knees for the delivery clients, amongst other things, but Bambi's acknowledges no part in that (and presumably takes no cut) so if the girls get caught doing it they're on their own. You're not entirely sure how you feel about that, so you decide to see what else is on the plate at least. "The application also mentioned benefits?"\n\n"Oh, yeah. After your thirty day probationary period, we offer medical, dental, optical, and even some elective coverage." While you're still blinking at that in shock, she adds, "And starting right away, every day you're entitled to one 'Employee Meal Deal'. Basically there's a group of food and drink deals in the system that you can order off of once every twenty-four hours, so it's basically a free meal a day, if you want to claim it."\n\nThat's percolating in your brain with all the rest as Kayla concludes, "Anyway, we're pretty lax and forgiving of delays or mistakes here, basically the one huge no-no we have here is never be outright rude to a customer. If a customer's being unmanageable or abusive or whatever with you, just excuse yourself and get me or one of the other girls and we'll handle it rather than you snapping at them or saying something rude. Anyway, like I said we're really short staffed, so if you could start today it would be great."\n\n<hr>\n[[Well. Okay.|CelPizza3x2]]\n\n[[No, this place is gross!|CelPizza]]

"I think I should probably ease into things," you decide. "Do a little paperwork, let me get used to things."\n\n"Probably a good idea, Boss. Okay, this way to your office!" Bruno declares, hopping along towards one of the buildings. You follow him inside to find an office that looks like the Easter Borg assimilated it or something... absolutely everything is bright, pastel, and/or egg-shaped. It's a little much even for you, but Bruno bounds over to the egg-shaped desk and points up at it, and the half-egg-shaped computer atop it. "Here's your desk, papers, and your iEgg. You know how to use EggOS, right?"\n\n"... I'll figure it out," you say with a shake of the head as you move behind the desk. You're thinking one of your first edicts as Easter Bunny might be 'tone it down a little'.\n\n"Alright! Well, I've gotta get back to work, too, so I'll leave you to it," Bruno says before hopping back out.\n\nSettling in, you spend a few moments getting familiar with the computer and some of the papers on your desk. Really none of it seems too complicated... there's a bunch of stuff about current supply, production rate, and necessary supply to have by Easter that's not too hard to understand, that one management class you took in college is probably sufficient. You make a few notes on the computer where to assign some workers and where you can probably ease up a little, and spend the next hour or so checking other numbers before Bruno and another rabbit come bounding in hurriedly.\n\n"Boss! Boss! There's trouble!" Bruno calls.\n\n"What? What's the matter?" you ask with a blink, looking up and perking your ears up higher.\n\n"Some uncleaned candy eggs got mixed into the crates that are ready for shipment," the other rabbit says in a whimpery voice, ears flopping limply. "We don't know which crates and we don't know which eggs! We only just now found out that the cleaning machine was malfunctioning earlier today and let a bunch of eggs through that only got dried!"\n\n"That does sound like a problem," you admit with a frown. "What's the risk of the uncleaned eggs? Salmonella? Some other foodborne illness?"\n\n"Well in this case it's more like an intense aphrodisiac," Bruno explains, running a paw over one of his ears and letting it poik back up. "Side effect of the production process."\n\n"I-in children's candy?!"\n\n"Well, that's the thing, it won't affect anyone who hasn't gone through puberty. So at least there's no risk of that. But if an adult or someone past sixteen or so eats one, pow, they'll be fuckin' like..." His nose wiggles. "... dogs in heat."\n\n"Whatta we do, Boss?" the other bunny wails. "We have no idea which eggs they are, and searching them out would definitely put us behind! And if we had to trash the entire warehouse to be sure, we'd never, ever catch up! It'd be the worst Easter on record!"\n\n"I guess we could risk it," Bruno says slowly. "It can't be that many unwashed eggs, and parents don't steal nearly as much Easter candy as they do Halloween candy. I think. If only a couple of cases of rampant unfing happen, it probably won't be blamed on us and we can stay on schedule."\n\n<hr>\n[[Find the tainted eggs.|HEaster]]\n\n[[Trash the lot.|HEaster5x1]]\n\n[[Let it go and hope for the best.|HEaster4x2]]

"Maybe we'd better just let it slide," you decide after a few minutes. "Hopefully any adults that get affected will just have a good time with their significant other."\n\n"Gotcha, Boss," Bruno acknowledges, giving a tiny salute with his little bunny paw. "We'll keep an extra close eye on the washer to make sure this doesn't happen again. How bad could it be?"\n\nYou spend the rest of the time until Easter making similar decisions and managing your rabbits, making sure everything's in readiness for the big night. The night before all of you go bounding through the tunnels, popping out to hide eggs in yards, parks, gardens, and so on. It's all very exciting, and you find you're barely tired at all as you return to Easter Town with everyone and settle down in the viewing room with a handful of selected bunnies and Bruno to watch various significant Easter egg hunts around the world. "What's up first, Bruno?"\n\n"There's a Christian private high school that's staging a big charity Easter egg hunt early in the morning, parent-student pairs," Bruno announces as he taps a button, the (thankfully not egg-shaped) TV screen on the wall lighting up. "Every egg found is a big donation to fight homelessness!"\n\n"Aw, that's nice," you comment as you settle in, watching happy sets of fathers and sons, mothers and daughters, and of course the other two combinations meander around the school grounds, eyes scanning for any sign of brightly-colored eggs. You smile as the eggs start being found, the pairs cracking open the marked plastic eggs (you remember hiding a few of those yourself actually) and tucking them into the baskets while helping themselves to the duos of smaller chocolate eggs inside.\n\nYour smile falls and your eyes widen as the parents and teens begin to fairly rapidly pounce on each other. Mothers and daughters stuff their hands down each others' panties, kissing desperately as they frig each other, baskets dropped to spill their eggs on the ground. Some fathers tug their daughters' panties aside and pound into them from behind while the cute little uniformed girls beg for more, and other fathers fuck their sons' faces while the boys desperately jerk their own stiff pricks. Mothers ride their sons right their on the grassy fields, bouncing on those eager teenage pricks while their tits bounce beneath tugged-up Easter sweaters.\n\n"Uh," Bruno comments as the Easter egg hunt descends into a full-on orgy, parents trading their offspring with other parents, or moving on to other parents while the students turn their desires on each other. "I think we may have found the supply of unwashed eggs?"\n\n"You think?" you grumble, smacking a hand to your face.\n\nBy the very next day you're dragged in front of the Holiday Council, hanging your head as you're confronted by the various representatives of the holidays. You yelp a bit as a Christmas elf steps up and yanks your vest off, your fur and ears and other rabbitlike traits disappearing as if they'd never been, leaving you just a naked human woman who's unable to help attempting to futilely cover herself as she's glowered at by a row of seated beings of myth and legend.\n\n"<i>Former</i> Easter Bunny, this Council finds you guilty of gross negligence resulting in extreme damage to your holiday," Santa Claus declares.\n\n"It will be decades before the holiday of Easter recovers from this black eye, if it ever does," Mother Nature adds, the naked, caramel-skinned woman scowling, the vines in her hair rustling. "Easter egg hunts have been banned at record numbers, people are mocking the entire concept of the holiday on social media at a greater rate than ever, and retailers are already talking about avoiding the word 'Easter' entirely."\n\n"What do you have to say for yourself?" the Pumpkin King demands, his scowling jack-o-lantern of a face changing into an even more intimidating visage and the flame inside it burning a bit brighter.\n\n"I-I'm sorry," you sniffle. "I know it was my fault, and I was wrong, but it was my very first day, I had it all sprung on me, I'd only been the Easter Bunny for ten minutes, and, and..."\n\n"That is the only reason your punishment is not going to be more severe than it is," Santa Claus adds with a huff. "Though clearly you must be punished, we will at least allow you to choose which member of this council will administer your punishment."\n\n"H-how long will it last?" you ask, glancing around.\n\n"For the length of time you would have been Easter Bunny had you not made such an egregious error."\n\n"Magical estimates put you at between one and ten centuries, apparently you could have been pretty good," coos the redheaded woman in sultry crimson lingerie, apparently the representative of Valentine's Day. "So we decided to split the difference and call it 500 years."\n\n"Five... hundred..." you squeak.\n\n"Aye, and yer gettin' off light at that, lass!" declares a leprechaun sitting in another chair, thumping his little fist against the tabletop. "I lobbied fer 2000 just ta make sure!"\n\n"So choose," says the Pilgrim-attired turkey sitting between Santa and the Pumpkin King. "Which holiday will you serve your sentence under?"\n\n<hr>\n<b>Game over.</b> You only get to pick who administers your fate!\n\n[[Santa Claus.|HEaster4xEnd1]]\n\n[[Mother Nature.|HEaster4xEnd2]]\n\n[[Pumpkin King.|HEaster4xEnd3]]\n\n[[Thanksgiving Turkey.|HEaster4xEnd4]]\n\n[[Valentine.|HEaster4xEnd5]]\n\n[[The Leprechaun|HEaster4xEnd6]]

"Hm? What's this?"\n\nYou're almost relieved to see a face lean into your view... even if it is a male Drow. He picks you up easily with one hand by grabbing one of your arms, lifting you and shaking you around.\n\n"Ha. Some complete amateur rogue, to judge by the stuff you left scattered around. I'll pick all this up later. For now, I want to clean off the road dust," he announces, using his free hand to fish out a key and open the door. "But after that, I'll give my new toy a test run."\n\nHe carries you into his bedroom and tosses you negligently on the bed, leaving you to drift down and even bounce a little like the lewdly-shaped balloon you are. You're not sure what to feel... you're about to be used as a sex toy by the evil creature that did this to you, but at the same time you're pretty sure you were laying on that dungeon floor for months at least, and you're <i>ridiculously</i> bored. So it's actually with some excitement that you see him walk back in a short time later, bare black body glistening with a bit of dampness as he rubs at his hair with a towel. \n\n"Now then, first the facehole," he chirps, picking you up and setting your latex feet on the floor. He guides the green ring of your lips to the head of his rather impressive dark black cock, then slides your inflated head over him, making a pleased sound. You're shocked by how good it feels... better than touching your own pussy ever did, back when you were flesh and blood! It feels like he's really fucking you as he works you up and down along his length, your body making a few rubbery squeaking sounds. "Ribbed for my pleasure, hm? Not a bad hole. But let's see what the one between your legs is like."\n\nHe pulls you off of his cock and sets your helpless balloon body back on the bed, clambering up and propping himself above you. Idly giving one of your round latex tits a squeeze and sending another shock of pleasure through you, he grins before picking you up and flopping on his back, effortlessly lowering you onto his cock. You can hear his pleased sound at the bumps even as the feeling of his cock inside you sends an even more intense pleasure all through you. But as he starts working you up and down, using your cunt like the masturbation sleeve it is, you realize that the pleasure just keeps building, and building, but never actually coming to a climax. You're caught between the waves of sensation and a shudder of horror as you realize that with the sadistic nature of this spell, you'll probably <i>never</i> be able to cum!\n\nAs the Drow almost idly lifts you and turns you around for better access to your third hole, you give in to the realization that you're probably going to spend the next several centuries being one very frustrated blowup doll. 'Oh well,' you think philosophically as your mind is rocked by the feeling of twelve inches of Drow dick sliding into your latex ass. 'I'll probably go insane from the buildup long before then anyway.'\n\n<b>Gamer Girl Rogue</b> end - <i>Things blow up</i>

Somehow you manage to grip onto part of yourself and hold on, even as <i>something</i> definitely washes over you, something too fiery and beyond comprehension to be properly called pleasure but isn't quite pain, as if something beyond both had passed through you without quite touching. You give one last scream and then slump limp onto the frame, panting and shuddering, your skin completely soaked with sweat and your pussy still dripping. \n\nThe Bodymaster (how... do you know that?) stands there looking at you for long moments, then steps forward slightly, undoing first your ankle restraints and then the manacles at your wrists. You... understand... what she wants you to do, what she expects, and rather than wonder how you know that you immediately decide to play along, sliding almost bonelessly off of the frame and thudding onto the floor, settling unsteadily on one knee and leaning forward to press your knuckles to the floor, bowing your head deeply to her.\n\n"Who are you with?" the Bodymaster demands, both aloud in that androgynous voice and in a slightly more masculine one internally that adds, 'It is the Brothers of Order, isn't it?'\n\n"The Brothers of Order, Mother," you murmur, letting your thoughts resonate along with the words. Even as you say it, you can hear... sense... feel... almost taste other thoughts flickering through her head in response. Working quickly but guarding your thoughts, you pluck various pieces of those strands together and quickly weave a lie that you know the Bodymaster will want to believe. "The part about other agents and a waiting contingent outside was a lie, however. I am a sole agent sent to gather intelligence... we had only the vaguest idea this was a night of significance to you."\n\nThe Bodymaster snorts, speaking only aloud as she says, "Of course. To be so ignorant, and yet willing to send a mere child to her doom for the slight chance of learning a little more. That is the Brothers to the least measure. Tell me, daughter," she continues, the mental voice that carries that fragment of her prior self added once again to the words. "Now that you have tasted the pleasures of the beyond, and know how sorely you have been used, is it not your wish to have vengeance on the Brothers?"\n\n"Yes, Mother," you answer instantly, since you can tell that's the answer she truly wants. "I wish it with all my heart, mind, and soul, all of which belong to you," you lie.\n\n"Very well. Then come with me, my new budding self and child," the Bodymaster says, turning and making her way to one of the cabinets, withdrawing a key from within her robes and almost ritualistically unlocking it. She withdraws a mask and hood identical to her own, and at her mental prompting you raise your head, letting her slip it down over you. Again following her unspoken nudge you rise to your feet and, naked, sweaty, and dripping juices, you follow along, matching her smooth, gliding stride perfectly even though you can't see her legs to guide you.\n\n'The Joining Seed in my brain will eventually replace most of my own brain's matter with its own,' you think to yourself, using the Bodymaster's own mental conditioning to keep yourself from panicking even as you draw the information stealthily from her mind. 'And I will become the Bodymaster in both mind and physical form, until we are essentially the same being in multiple bodies. Even now, though it is faint, I can feel the changes beginning in my body... my breasts starting to grow larger, the beginnings of a cock and balls that will eventually sprout forth, all ready to be colonized from the other self's nests.'\n\nIt's a truly terrifying concept, and you are truly terrified... but the Bodymaster's knowledge is yours to siphon from as you wish. It's mostly conditioning, base knowledge, not the experiences themselves, but you can use it freely for now. There are ways to remove the Joining Seed... theoretically. The Bodymaster has never, through her many incarnations, actually done so since that would be tantamount to murdering herself. She doesn't even seem to know it's possible for a mortal to somehow hold on to their own identity through the implantation of a Joining Seed, but you have. Though your calm and the speed of your thinking are clearly evidence that you're already being mentally changed and influenced. Still, if you're going to have any hope of returning to your old self, or even keeping some semblance of self at all through this transformation, you will have to use this link, it is clearly the only way.\n\n'The Brothers of Order,' you muse, or perhaps the Bodymaster muses, but in an unguarded moment for both of you it's essentially one and the same. Still, it lets you follow all the little threads and links. The Brothers of Order are a group dedicated to protecting the world from outside influences, things that are beyond Earth... though the Bodymaster disdains them all as prudish xenophobes, there is an undercurrent of reason there that says she knows it isn't so, at least not all of them. Naturally they're opposed to the Family of Love, the cult that the Bodymaster is a part of, as the Family seeks ecstasy, communion, and joining with everything from beyond... old gods, otherdimensional beings, the supernatural, aliens, and in the process a breakdown of 'stifling' society to allow for lustful chaos. 'Difficult to get much more diametrically opposed than that,' you think privately, both amused and disgusted by the mingling of your own personality and the Bodymaster's in the phrasing.\n\nNo, obviously you have to do something. You are fairly certain that just as the Bodymaster is attempting to exert influence on you, you could inject some influence into her... make it seem like it was her idea to send you back to the Brothers as a double agent. A course fraught with its own peril, you see from the Bodymaster's thought strands... the organization is naturally paranoid, and would obviously know you were not actually their agent when you approached them. But they would also be the ones most likely to assist you in destroying the Family... as is necessary now, if you are to truly hold on to your own self. Once the Bodymaster realized your mind had survived implantation, and you had escaped with many of her own secrets, she would stop at nothing to kill you and everyone you had spoken to. \n\nPerilous indeed. It would not be amiss to wait a little and see if a better opportunity presents itself... after all, the Joining Seed will not make truly irreversible progress in changing your brain and body for some weeks yet, you still have some time to formulate a better plan if necessary. And yet, every moment you delay is a bit more of yourself that will blend with the Bodymaster, and might not be retrievable...\n\n<hr>\n[[Depart now.|HoD]]\n\n[[Wait.|HoD]]

"I'm just one of <i>multiple</i> spies that have infiltrated tonight to disrupt your rituals," you declare firmly, lifting your chin as if in defiance. "And that's nothing of the rest of my... my order that will be waiting outside to sweep in and cleanse this place with fire!" you add, going for a bit of dramatic flair in the style they seem to like talking in.\n\n"... Hm. I see," the robed figure murmurs, as if absolutely none of this were a surprise. "Then there is no time for delay with the more exacting and pleasant methods of extracting information." He turns and reaches over to one of the shelves, plucking down a small bottle. You feel a shock of fear at what it might be that turns to confusion as you realize it's empty.\n\nYou watch as the robed figure brushes aside the front of his robes in front, a long, slender cock springing free, apparently already stiff and ready, with a pair of heavy-looking balls hanging below. Your eyes widen and you can feel a tiny bit of your sanity slip away from you as you see something inside his balls <i>writhe</i>, shifting and moving beneath the skin. Pressing the opening of the bottle to the head of his cock with one hand, he begins to stroke himself purposefully but gracefully with the other, letting out soft, slightly feminine moans in the process. You're unable to look away as you see more of that writhing and shuddering beneath the skin of his sack, and are almost certain you can hear something chittering, until he gives a soft, almost beautiful moan. You see his shaft bulge slightly with the passage of something, until it squirts out into the bottle and starts writhing and thrashing.\n\nIt almost looks like some sort of slug, albeit with a long tail almost like a tadpole's, with little wiggling cilia coming off of it. It gleams like some sort of dripping, wet purple jewel, faintly translucent and showing nothing but faint veins running across the surface. Your eyes widen in further horror as the robed figure brings the bottle closer to your head. "No, wait!" you blurt frantically, struggling against your bonds in a panic as you can feel the cold, slightly slimy glass being pressed to your ear. "<i>WAIT!</i>"\n\nBut you hear a little shriek and then feel something shove hard into your ear, and start wriggling and writhing insistently, steadily penetrating into you. You scream in sheer terror as it works deeper and deeper into your ear canal, the cilia of its tail tickling your ear as it goes deeper in. 'Oh God oh God it's going into my brain!' you scream inside while you scream wordlessly outside... and the tone of your screams abruptly changes as the thing actually gets inside of your head.\n\nYou can actually feel it touching your brain, wriggling across it, touching it, writhing across your deepest, innermost private place, and every touch of that grotesque little alien thing on the receptacle of your very self makes you cum. Your eyes roll and your hips buck, fucking the air futilely as your pussy gushes like a waterfall from the intensity of your orgasms. Even as you can feel it actually start burrowing into your brain, the pleasure only intensifies, your vision colored with spots and starting to go white around the edges as you cum so hard you think you might break your back. You can feel something, something even greater building, as if all of these orgasms that were intense beyond your wildest dreams were merely the faintest flickers of pleasure leading up to the <i>real thing</i>...\n\n<hr>\n[[Give in to the pleasure.|HoD]]\n\n[[Try to hold on.|HoD2x3]]

Seeing him purse his lips and narrow his eyes, you hurriedly try to adjust the way you speak to be more like his. "That is, it slipped my mind in all the excitement of the night, sir," you say in what you hope is a contrite tone, bowing your head.\n\n"... Ah. Well, these things happen," he says in a breezy tone, shrugging. "Very well, then, head into the waiting room with the other girls."\n\n"Yes, of course, sir," you say with another bow of the head, turning and heading in the direction he gestured, already starting to think of how to get away... when you feel pain blossom in the back of your head and a sudden rushing sensation, followed by a hard thud as you hit the ground and for awhile after that you simply don't know anything.\n\nYou come to some time later with a throbbing head and blurry vision, looking around you blearily as you try to focus and try to move, only to feel tightness in your muscles and clamps around your wrists and ankles. As the blurriness gradually fades, you're able to make out a dim room lined with shelves and racks lined with ominous-seeming items that you can't make out entirely clearly. In fact... this place seems as dim as the first room you were in before you put on the mask. Turning your pained head carefully, you can't feel the drape of the hood or the feeling of it on your face, so it must have been removed. Similarly the strappy little garments are gone, leaving you naked... and strapped to an X-frame set at a very slight angle, leaving you mostly horizontal, your feet tilted a bit downwards. \n\nNot long after you've finished taking in your situation, a new figure steps in... this one's wearing full, concealing robes and a perfectly smooth golden mask with a short scalemail hood that falls round his shoulders, strange reflections that don't quite seem to match which way he's facing playing over the surface of the mask. At least you think it's a 'he'... the robe could just have flared shoulders, you guess. The voice is a little hard to place as well, being slightly low but also faintly lyrical, but definitely sending a shudder up your spine.\n\n"You were not well prepared, little spy... I should think even the lightest perusal of our order would let you know that none would ever hear the words of the Mistress and have them anything less than engraved forever on their heart and mind." He waits for a moment, but when you just stare at him he flits a slender, androgynous hand through the air. "Your timing is ill, whether you planned it or not... I should not like to be forced to be absent from such an auspicious night of five rituals by interrogating you. So, tell me your purpose here straight away and without hesitation, and it may earn you some leniency. Force me to miss a night where we may very well be destined for descension, and I may find myself driven to get an equal measure of joy and entertainment from my efforts at interrogating you."\n\n<hr>\n[[Stay silent.|HoD]]\n\n[[Tell the truth.|HoD]]\n\n[[Lie.|HoD2x2]]

'You've gotta be kidding me,' you think as you watch the black cat come strolling out of the treeline, looking every bit like the exact same sort of cats you see all the time. Well, maybe a little bit bigger and more wild looking, especially with those super intense eyes, one yellow and one blue, but still.\n\nYou just stare at it as it walks up to you and plunks down to sit, tail flicking back and forth as it eyes you much like you're eyeing it.\n\n"What? Disappointed I'm not a tiger?"\n\nYou blink a few times. That... was an actual voice. Like a guy's voice. Like a kind of cute guy's voice. And it definitely happened in time with the cat's mouth moving. "Uh," you answer.\n\n"My my, you are new. Well, let me explain then," he says. "My name is Thorn," he continues, putting a paw to his chest and actually bowing his head. "I was once a witch's familiar, until circumstances were such that I was forced to strike out on my own. However, I still retain all the knowledge I was granted and accumulated in that time, as well as a fair number of the spells. Knowledge and spells I would be willing to share with you."\n\n"Uh," you repeat, before giving your head a quick shake. "But I'm a druid?"\n\n"I think you'll find that the two should synergize quite well," Thorn asserts, visibly smirking. "It's obvious that you're fairly lost in all this, so let me make this bargain to you. Form a bond with me, and I will grant you spellpower, knowledge, and wisdom. What I ask in return is... well, not to be too blunt but let us still be frank, obedience."\n\nYou frown. "Obedience?"\n\n"My current state is due to my good advice being ignored. So while I will be your animal companion, of the two of us it will be I who give the directives. I will be no taskmaster or slavedriver, I assure you... I do not intend to 'lord it over you' or treat you like some menial or servant. Merely that I will be the leader, as it were. The one making decisions. What do you say, do we have an accord?"\n\n<hr>\n[[No, that's weird.|LSDruid]]\n\n[[Hm. Okay.|LSDruid]]

"I think..." You swallow a bit, feeling how red your face is. "I think it was the idea of being... treated like that. Used. Abused." You bite your lower lip, your body giving a light shudder of arousal as you add, "Broken."\n\n"Mm. Well... I can certainly break you, if you like." Kelly's eyes flash as if she'd like nothing better. She brings a fingertip up to twirl her nail around your nipple, making you shiver delightedly. "But that means there's one more question to ask you."\n\n"W-what's that?"\n\n"Obviously, if I break you, you can't very well return to a normal life at school, living with your parents. A slave is a slave, and is a slave for the rest of its life." This time it's your aunt's words that make you shudder in anticipation... <i>its</i> life. Not hers. "So the question is, do you wish to become my personal property? Or shall I prepare you to be sold like the animal you'll become?" Kelly quirks an eyebrow as she looks at you. "Keep in mind, while I'll allow you to select which of my clients you'll be prepared for, at that point there will be no turning back... some of them have very extreme tastes. And whichever of them you go to, you'll belong to them for the rest of your life. That may be a very long time... or a very <i>short</i> time."\n\n<hr>\n[[Become Aunt Kelly's pet.|KellySlaveStart]]\n\n[[Become Aunt Kelly's inventory.|SoldSlaveStart]]

You decide to go take a look in Aunt Kelly's room. Just a little peek. Maybe open a few drawers or take a look in the closet...\n\nTrotting upstairs, it's pretty easy to find the master bedroom. It's decorated in rich, dark colors, with a four-poster king-sized bed topped by a thick, soft comforter and a number of (normal-sized) pillows up at the top. Hm, Aunt Kelly's single... either she likes to stretch out a lot or she does more than sleep on the bed, you think with an impish teenage grin. The bed's across from a big, classy TV cabinet with a TV you'd guess at around forty inches or so, the whole thing set up to use a smartphone-like controller and only have one slot you need to put disks into. There are also other accoutrements, of course, bits of furniture, some art pieces, all of it very tasteful and pretty, like you'd expect. You do some preliminary poking around, and find some other things that might bear further investigation.\n\n<b>[[Videos|Camping11x2]]</b>: There's a cabinet full of DVDs, blu-rays, and even VHS tapes. (There's probably a VCR in the cabinet under the TV, but why bother with that?) They seem to be home recorded, all labeled simply with a date and a pair of initials rather than titles. Very mysterious and intriguing... on the other hand, they could just be recordings of art auctions she went to or people she did negotiations with.\n\n<b>[[Footlocker|Camping]]</b>: There's a stylish black leather and brass footlocker at the foot of the bed. It's locked, but it's one of those big, mostly decorative locks. You're no master thief, but a bit of jimmying would pop it right open.\n\n<b>[[Closet|SamClStart]]</b>: You only took a peek in, but your aunt's walk-in closet looks bigger than your bedroom back at home. You're no clothes horse, in fact you border on being a tomboy, but the sheer amount of beautiful clothing in there makes every feminine impulse in your body twitch eagerly.\n\n<b>[[Shower|Camping]]</b>: So the closet's big, but it's not like glass-cases-and-automatic-racks elaborate, and the house may be a mansion but it's a small mansion, so nothing you've seen so far could be called, say, "palatial". Except your aunt's bathroom. The shower is particularly elborate, big and open with multiple heads and some... attachments... that look very <i>interesting</i>. You did have a flight and a cab ride, maybe getting cleaned up is a good idea...

You're just too curious about the mysteries upon mysteries that you're discovering about your aunt. You look at one of the golden-topped disks with its neat lettering in your aunt's handwriting, with the initials 'A.L.' and a date of several years ago. Art auction? Homemade porn with a boyfriend you haven't heard about? Terrible local theater? 'Well, won't know until I watch it,' you think as you pop open the case, trotting over to the TV. You slip the disk into the slot and snag the remote, moving back to sit on that footlocker at the edge of the bed as the TV automatically turns on and the movie starts playing.\n\nYour eyes widen as the image resolves into a girl who can't be any older than you are, dark-skinned but with dyed-blonde straight hair and slightly bigger breasts. She's trussed up on some sort of chair that keeps her legs lifted and spread, curling lightly under her knees with straps at various points to hold her still, the seat and angle apparently designed to keep her bald, bare pussy and ass both shown off and accessible. Her arms are bound behind her back and straps holding her to the chair go across the top and bottoms of her breasts, squeezing them a bit, and showing off the clamps attached to her stiff nipples. She has a ballgag stuffed in her mouth, drool running down the sides of her chin.\n\nAs you stare in shock, your aunt steps onto the screen. She's wearing some sort of dominatrix getup, black leather snug around her middle and cupping the undersides of her otherwise bare breasts to lift them proudly, the bottom of it thin across her crotch and molded to conform to the curves of her ass in back. She's even wearing shiny black gloves that cover her arms almost up to the shoulder. The sound of her leg-sheathing, stiletto-heeled boots clacking on the concrete floor emerges from the speakers, as do the girl's cries and moans as Aunt Kelly leans in and starts working over her bare pussy with black-clad fingers.\n\n"<i>Now I don't want to hear any more of this 'Anissa Levins' stuff,</i>" your aunt says in a chiding tone, giving the girl's clit a tweak and making her groan through the rubber ball in her mouth. "<i>Your new owner isn't paying for Anissa Levins, he's paying for a nameless fucktoy. Now...</i>" She reaches up and yanks the ballgag off. "<i>What is your name?</i>"\n\n"<i>Anissa Le-</i>"\n\nYour aunt's hand comes down in a hard slap on the girl's pussy, making her shriek, you can't tell whether in pain or pleasure. "<i>What is your name?</i>"\n\n"<i>Whore!</i>" the girl gasps out, apparently giving in, and from the look on her face not for the first time, but maybe the last. "<i>My name is Whore! My name is Cunt! My name is Stupid Bitch!</i>"\n\nOh god, this is so...\n\n<hr>\n[[... wrong.|Camping16x1]]\n\n[[... hot.|Camping11x3]]

You can't believe how turned on you are, watching your aunt completely dominate a previously unwilling teenage girl. You bite your lower lip as you watch your aunt continue to slap the girl's pussy and degrade her. Anissa (well, not anymore, you suppose) gradually stops shrieking and wailing and starts moaning and gasping like a slut, working her hips up towards your aunt's fingers as well as she's able when Kelly starts finger-fucking her.\n\nThe scene eventually changes to Aunt Kelly and Anissa, the teenager now mostly unbound but wearing a thick black leather dog collar, bent over and grasping her ankles. As your aunt begins taking a riding crop to the slave-in-training's ass and thighs, the girl gasping out at each strike like she loves it, you reach down and begin rubbing your pussy through the layers of denim and cotton covering it, one hand coming up to rub a stiff nipple through your t-shirt. But all too soon the video ends, and you quickly hurry to grab another.\n\nThis time you pick a bluray, hoping that means it will be longer, and pop it in. Stripping out of your clothes, you clamber up onto the bed and flop back against the pillows, the exhilerating wickedness of being naked in someone else's bed heightened by the soft feeling of the comforter and pillows under your bare body and the absolutely forbidden content of what you're watching. Snagging the remote, you find the 'Start from beginning' button and press it, then lay back, already rubbing your sodden pussy and playing with one breast.\n\nThis time you watch your aunt breaking a girl a bit younger than you, her breasts barely-budded A-cups and her hair short and dark, her cute face twisted in wails and cries as she's fucked doggy-style by a big German Shepherd. As Aunt Kelly calmly explains to 'bitch slut', the buyer that commissioned her kidnapping wants a complete doggy whore, so she'd better learn to love canine cock. You get yourself off over and over again as the little teen is taught exactly that, Kelly making her take big, throbbing, veiny red animal prick in every hole again and again until she's begging for more.\n\nYou lose track of time as you writhe around on your aunt's bed, pumping your fingers into your pussy and tweaking your stiff nipples as you watch her dominate teen girl after teen girl in the most perverted of ways. You've also lost track of the number of orgasms, but you're in the middle of one when you hear a throat being cleared from the doorway. You freeze, your eyes widening, fingers still stuffed deep in your cunt as you turn your head to see your aunt leaning her shoulder against the doorframe, arms folded and a bemused expression on her face.\n\n"I'm guessing you found something to enjoy while I was out finalizing the sale of my latest work." Aunt Kelly pushes off the doorframe and sashays over, sitting down on the side of the bed and leaning over towards you a bit. "Don't worry, dear, no reason to be ashamed." As if to assure you she means it, she leans down and swirls her tongue over one of your nipples, her eyes on your face as you moan deeply. "Mostly I'm curious, which part got you so worked up...?"\n\n<hr>\n[[The idea of being dominated by her.|Camping11x4]]\n\n[[The idea of dominating other girls.|Camping]]

For right now, it's all a bit too weird for you, you'll address this another day. Dropping the bag of candy into the drawer of your bedside table, you shove it closed and then flop into bed. After a few moments, you slide a hand down the front of your pants... after all, it's not like masturbating as normal is exactly boring, right? Right!\n\nAnd so for the next few days you do your best to not think too much about the bag of weird dick-candy you've tucked away. And, as these things go, eventually you do start thinking of it less and less, once you get over the vague temptation during the first few days. It's just some weird thing that happened and a weird thing you have that you've decided not to mess with for now, and that's that.\n\nOf course you probably shouldn't have expected that to be that because when of course it couldn't be. One day you return from a brief visit to a friend's house to find your mother's car already in the drive. You head on inside and up to your room, pausing in a bit of surprise to find that's where she is, standing beside the bed with her back to you. "Uh, hey Mom, looking for something?"\n\n"Um... yes, well," she answers without turning, her voice sounding rather strained. "To... to be honest, I was doing a brief check of your drawers and things, just to see if you had anything... well."\n\n"MOM!" you blurt, with all the appropriate indignation of a teenager getting room-checked, whether they have something to hide or not.\n\n"I-I know, I know, I promise I wasn't going to read any diaries I found or throw anything minor in your face, but... but I found those pill-looking things in your bedside table, a huge bag of them." While you can feel some blood draining out of your face for more than one reason, she continues. "Obviously at first I was shocked, but then I realized they seemed to be just candy, so I... I tried a few, just to check but also because they looked good, and..."\n\n"... Uh-oh," you murmur, biting your lower lip.\n\nYour mother turns around, revealing that the front of her skirt has been pulled up, and her pantyhose and panties pulled down in front... enough to release a very large cock, jutting out from above the bunched-up material. It's quite a bit bigger than the one you grew, but it sounds like she took more than one at once. Even as you stare at it, it gives a visible throb, a bead of clear pre welling up at the tip of it and then sliding down the underside. Yanking your gaze up, you see that her face is flushed, lips parted, eyes a little glazed.\n\n"S-so right now I'm really less concerned with an explanation and more concerned with... with how hard it is to hold back," she says, the strain in her voice growing. You can almost feel as much as see her eyes raking up and down your body, and watch as her fists clench at her sides. "The... the sheer lust I feel is almost overwhelming..."\n\n<hr>\n[[Try to help her calm down.|GGCandy]]\n\n[[Run!|GGCandy]]

Yeah, if you want it to wear off, maybe not... <i>stimulating</i> it further is the answer. Though the stiff ache is difficult to ignore, you steadfastly keep your hands off of it as you get up and head to the bathroom.\n\nA cold shower helps some, though you don some loose pants rather than panties again for fear of stimulating it. It's still rather difficult to ignore, since you can feel it swinging between your legs, unfamiliar and heavy and brushing against you, but you force yourself to sit down at the computer and turn your attention to one of your games. After a few minutes of no further stimulation, the rest of the hardness remaining after the shower subsides, and with relief you concentrate on slaying the forces of Hell with a shotgun.\n\nOver the next hour or so you feel your, ah, "guest" stiffen up several more times, and almost give in to the urge to click over to some porn and jerk off again instead. But you just keep playing, and each time it subsides a bit quicker and for longer. You barely notice when it starts to get smaller, and by the time your parents return and call you down to dinner, you're relieved to realize that when you stand there's nothing dangling down at all. A quick check down the front of the pants confirms it... just smooth skin and pink lips down there.\n\nAfter dinner, you return to your room and ponder the bag of candy. It's definitely not your average thematic jelly beans, so something is weird here, and you still feel like you ought to demand an explanation or tell someone or something. On the other hand... it does apparently wear off, at least if you don't go crazy with it, as you've proven. Which means you could potentially have a lot of fun with it... as long as you don't go crazy.\n\n<hr>\n[[Go back to the candy store.|GGCandy]]\n\n[[Use them sparingly.|GGCandy]]\n\n[[Just put them away for now.|GGCandy13x2]]

A bit of a further drive and a lessened selection is, to your mind, far preferable to the chance of one of your neighbors or, even worse, one of Ken's teachers seeing you going into a sex shop. \n\nWhen you arrive, you find that it's both about what you expected and far more normal-looking than you feared. It is a very plain, squarish building, but at least it's not some skeevy, rusting metal shed in the middle of nowhere, it's just tucked into a row of some other 'edge of town' type shops like little old antique places and a smoke shop. (Tch, you may be feeling tense and antsy, but there's no way you're going to do the weed drugs! ... As an adult. ... Now that you're a mom.) The sign reading 'Needful Kinks' is rather plain and dull, and the only other signage is a single lit 'Open' sign in the otherwise blacked-out front window. Despite being in another town entirely, you can't help but glance around for anyone you know before getting out of the car and heading inside.\n\n"Hi, welcome," the girl behind the counter says in a slightly listless tone. ... Is she alright? She looks tired. You hope she isn't ill too. But only boys can catch fapluenza, and you don't have the energy to worry about more than one illness at a time, you find. Honestly, she seems to you almost too young to be working here, though she has lovely black hair and brown eyes, even if her makeup is done up like... "emo", is it "emo"? She's wearing a black choker and good gosh, why can't she wear a T-shirt that fits, it's sagging off her shoulder and showing her bra! ... Well it's a sports bra so you guess that's intentional. Kids these days! Not like your generation, which never did a single thing that didn't make sense or wear anything odd or have any subcultures. ... Actually her shirt has a two point checklist, with 'Goth' being the top option and 'Sleep-deprived' being the lower (and checked) option. ... Is being tired a subculture now?\n\n<img src="images/Lorelei.jpg">\n\nActually you notice her staring at you a bit. Which you're used to, though there's also a slightly odd expression on her face. You're guessing she's never really experienced being the least endowed woman in the room before... you have noticed that outside of Deviville, women's chests tend towards the smaller side on average, this girl barely being an EE-cup if you had to guess. Since you'd feel even more awkward ignoring her than saying anything, you clear your throat and reply, "Yes, thank you."\n\n"Can I help you find anything today?" she asks evenly after a few blinks, clearly reigning in her reaction to your chest.\n\nShe seems... very normal, other than looking like one of those girls with dark lipstick (though she seems to not be wearing any lipstick at all). Maybe that's what encourages you to walk over and say, "I, um... I'm looking for something to, uh... ... well, I don't own one at all, you see."\n\n"Ah, yeah, don't worry, I can help you pick something out then," she assures you with a bob of the head. "Did you have anything in particular in mind?"\n\n"No, not really," you admit with a shake of the head.\n\n"Okay, well, if all you're wanting is a straightforward sex toy, then basically the first question is... vibrator or dildo." At your blank expression, she adds, "Like, there's a fair bit of crossover between the two, but the main difference is that with the vibrator, it shaking or moving is going to be the primary draw. With a dildo it's going to be the shape or size or texture that's the focus. Ah... our store doesn't do a lot of specialty stuff, but I will say that one thing we do have a lot of is 'exotics'."\n\n"Exotics? You mean like..." You trail off, realizing you don't really have any idea what she means like.\n\n"... They might not be what you're looking for," she says after a moment, still even-toned but now with a 'please don't freak out or get scared off' thread running through it. "But they're basically not shaped like the typical dildos, which are usually either shaped like a human dude's or are just general shapes. These are... well, a lot of them are based on animal penises, and some are just outright fantastical."\n\n"I-I see," you murmur, indeed doing your best not to freak out or flee. ... They're just toys, you tell yourself, no need to overreact.\n\n"But yeah, uh, either way, like I said, first choice is either vibrator or dildo, which do you think you'd like more?"\n\n<hr>\n[[Vibrator.|Marei]]\n\n[[Dildo.|Marei]]

"A-alright, I'll... I'll serve you. My goddess," you add with a lustful shiver.\n\n"Good!" Amana chirps, snapping her fingers. The fiery bands around you flare briefly, incinerating your gear and clothing, your breasts tumbling free amidst the little flecks of cinders and ash that used to be covering you. You give a surprised yelp at a sudden pinching sensation in your nose, feeling something brushing against your upper lip. "Perhaps a bit more like a cow than a horse, but it's just a little symbol of devotion," the demi-god succubus says with a snicker as you reach up to touch the new nose ring marking you. "Now, the first thing you're going to do is prove your loyalty."\n\n"How?" You find your gaze wandering over to the hulking monster that was once Thurkar, and the pair of apparently eternally hard cocks jutting from his stretched scaly sheath, both of them dribbling a constant stream of almost steaming pre onto the floor. \n\n"Pft, that wouldn't be much of a proof of loyalty, would it? That's just you enjoying yourself. Never fear, you'll have a taste of the Beast eventually," Amana says with a laugh. "No, dear, go pick up Bane and strip him naked."\n\nYou swallow, then nod. "Yes, my goddess," you add, before turning and making your way over to Bane, your now bare tits jiggling with every hooffall.\n\n"Cyan, you traitor!" Bane snarls as you pick him up, your hands still somewhat hesitant as you tug his boots off, then work down his pants. The clothing passes through the restraining fire bands like it wasn't there, Bane's impressive (for a halfling, you guess, which means it's probably on the larger end of really average for a human) cock flopping free as you work his pants off. You continue to manipulate the enraged halfling like a large doll as you pull off his jacket and gear as well, dropping everything to the floor, until you're holding him by the arms, naked save for his restraints.\n\n"Good. Now bring him over here, so I can dole out his fate," Amana says smugly.\n\nYour hooves are a bit slow as you start making your way towards the new goddess, trying not to look at Shae watching in wide-eyed horror. "Er, just what is his fate?" you can't help but ask.\n\n"Oh, he's always been a bit of a cock," Amana answers breezily. "So why not make it literal? He'll spend the rest of eternity as a demonic prick... his consciousness trapped in a state of being unable to speak or move of his own volition. Experiencing every shudder of pleasure and burst of orgasm, but also every aching throb and yearning, never able to be truly satisfied. Hm, I wonder whether I'll allow his consciousness to be wiped out by the sensations over time, or magically keep it intact so he can continue to experience it over the tens of thousands of years?" she muses aloud, rubbing her chin. "Oh well, a question for another century. Bring him here."\n\n<hr>\n[[Bring him there.|GGCentaur]]\n\n[[You can't do it.|GGCentaur]]

The obvious solution is to get your own dog. You've never made a particularly strong push to have a pet before, but then you've never really sensed a strong reluctance to get one from your parents. If you make the offer to pay for it yourself, and actually do keep up your end of walking it and feeding it (and fucking it, though of course they'll never know that), then they should be content enough with that. You'll have to figure out what to do in a few years when you head off to college, but that is two or so years to come up with something.\n\nYou wile away the day playing non-internet-enabled games on your phone and frigging your pussy, picturing different breeds of dogs slamming their cocks into it. Another shower and a quick check of the hamper (doesn't look like they've been rifled at, apparently your mother bought it) takes you through to the evening, when your mother returns and the two of you go out for pizza. You propose the idea to her, and she looks thoughtful for a bit, before finally agreeing, albeit conditionally. You'll not only have to pay for the dog, you'll have to pay for all its food and accessories, but otherwise you have free rein. You eagerly agree to that... small price to pay for no questions asked.\n\nYou spend the next week furiously auctioning off anything you decide you can live without, doing art commissions, and even selling your services (as a support player... mostly) on MMOs. You want to make sure you've got a nice big doggy fund built up so that you can pay whatever you need to for whoever you fall in love with, as well as a good buffer for any other expenses to come from it. Once you think your account balance is high enough, you research the best place to get a dog. Hm... looks like there's a shelter nearby that serves not only as a shelter, but as a re-home facility for already trained dogs. It's got good comments and ratings, seems like a sure thing.\n\nThe next day (after sending your mother a text, of course), you head out to the shelter, a spring in your step, your pussy already soaking. (Seriously, you wore a pad just in case. You're finally getting yourself a husba-, er, pet!) You make your way into the rather classy-looking reception area, and are disappointed that no one's around. Well, surely someone will check in here in a few. You notice a picture book of past and current residents and take it to a nearby chair, eyes roaming over the lines of the dogs' backs and legs, and especially, of course, between their back legs.\n\n"Can I help you?"\n\nYou almost jump out of the chair as those practically purred words come from only a foot or two away. You look up to spot a rather impressively-endowed woman with short blonde hair, wearing a black t-shirt and slightly messy jeans. She's giving you a... slightly odd smile, her dark eyes fixed on your face in a distinctly knowing way that makes you want to squirm. Resisting the urge, you clear your throat and set the book aside. "Yes, I came to look at the dogs."\n\n"I thought you might have." Again the sort of knowing tone of that makes you edgy, but then she adds, "It is why most people are here, if they're not dropping one off, and you don't seem to have one with you. Well, come along into the back, I'll show you our current residents."\n\nYou follow her through a door, onto a polished, clean-looking cement floor. You can see some cages further down... it looks like this place has gone to some trouble to avoid the cheap chain link fence and stained floors of some low-rent pound. Still, you can't help but inhale deep as the smell of hot fur and musk and other things hits you. You've <i>really</i> missed that smell since that momentous night!\n\n"Let me guess what you're looking for." You blink and look aside at the shelter worker, trying not to be distracted by the way her tits bounce just a little with every step. (Must be hard to find a bra with really good support in F-cup.) "On the larger side, mostly to fully grown, not too aggressive." Her eyes twinkle, smile growing into a smirk as she adds, "And male."\n\n"Uh." You stop and stare for a second, flummoxed. You were going to make at least a show of looking over multiple dogs of all types before picking out your new fuckbuddy. To have it run down like that outright, implying that she knows, has the color draining out of your face.\n\n"I know, you were probably going to make a show of looking over a bunch of dogs before picking out your new lover. Hardly seems fair to the little ones and girls, don't you think? An utter tease." She lays a hand along her cheek, other hand on her elbow, mock-pouting for a moment. Then she laughs lightly. "Sorry to be so blunt, dear, but I've learned to read the signs after all this time. Did you think you're the first one to come in here for that? Well, I admit, you might be the youngest to come in the door looking for it, but I doubt you're the youngest to have left with a new friend who would eventually become something rather more. That <i>is</i> what you're here for, isn't it?"\n\n<hr>\n[[Fess up.|GGDog10x1]]\n\n[[Deny, deny, deny.|GGDog1x8]]

Whatever the reason for it, you're really horny now. Your teenage body has gotten fucked once today and decided that's really not enough to satisfy it. You're gonna go after Trent... and since 'subtle' is really not one of your strong suits anyway, you may as well just be forthright about it.\n\nDoing a fairly thorough cleaning, you finish your shower and step out, snagging a towel and giving your hair a semi-decent dry before rubbing down the rest of you. You wind the towel around your middle, then snag a brush to get your fluffed, rumpled hair in some semblance of order. Then you take a deep breath, grin at yourself, and ignore your clothes, stepping out into Trent's bedroom in just the towel and padding barefoot down the hall.\n\nBack in the living room he's sitting on the couch, leaned back and a bit sprawled out. A quick glance shows that Pounda is nowhere to be seen... good, hopefully Trent put him outside. You clear your throat a little so that he looks over and spots you, his dark, trimmed brows raising a little at the sight of you in the towel... which very quickly hits the floor as you give the tucked-in portion a tug. "So, hey, I was thinking," you say, doing your best to keep your tone casual as you turn a bit to lean back against the wall, raising one foot to brace against it as well, doing your best to show off your trim, naked body, including a slight back-arch to show off your perky tits. "Maybe I could... I dunno... suck your cock or something?" you offer as if asking him to a movie, giving him your best wicked grin.\n\n"Well. I don't think I can really turn that down," he answers with a wicked grin of his own, reaching a hand down to calmly unbutton his jeans and slide the zipper down. Hooking his thumb into the waistband of his undershorts, he slides them down and does a flick motion with his fingers, pulling his half-hard shaft free and letting it partially flop against his belly. Mmf, he's... big, even not entirely hard, and it looks nice. He's not like, super porn star huge, but it's definitely the biggest you've ever seen in person. \n\nYou walk towards him, not stopping yourself from licking your lips a little. As you get closer, you sink down to your knees and then lean forward onto all fours, doing your best to sensuously crawl towards him so he can see your ass wagging in the air. From the way he's fully hard by the time you get to him, you think it worked. You bite your lip just a little as you get a good up-close look at it, reaching out a hand to stroke it a few times, feeling it hot and hard under that smooth silky flesh. Wow it's a nice cock... totally different than that glistening red no no don't think about that. In fact to keep yourself from getting sidetracked thinking of that, you lean in and slowly drag your tongue up the underside of Trent's prick, enjoying the low 'mmmm' he makes as you do. You run your tongue up and down his shaft several times, sometimes supplementing your licks by pressing your lips to it as well. You might not have a bunch of experience doing this but, well, you might have a mild oral fixation and a hard drive full of blowjob porn, so hey. \n\nOn your next lick upward you lean in and slide your mouth over the head of his prick about halfway, swirling your tongue around it and looking up at him as he moans softly in pleasure. It sends a little thrill through you that you can't quite explain when he strokes a hand over your hair, petting your head affectionately, the motion somewhat urging you to start bobbing your head, taking more and more of him in. "Think you can get it all the way down?" he murmurs, his voice almost a purr. Well, you are the sort that tends to rise to a challenge, so you start moving your head even more purposefully, putting more work into the motion of your tongue even as you start to take him down deeper, urging your throat to accept him. \n\nYou've got it about halfway down when you hear something... a jingling and a clicking. By the time that you've parsed that those were dog tags and dog claws, you've very suddenly (and once again) got a hot, furry weight settling on your back, although this time you can feel the fur of Pounda's chest and belly directly on your bare back and ass. You make a noise of denial and start trying to straighten up, but before you can the dog has thrust forward and claimed your pussy once again. You find yourself groaning around Trent's prick as that tapering spear of a cock starts pounding into you again, the dog's thrusts rocking you forward a bit each time, pressing you further onto the human pole in your mouth. Whether Trent is just too shocked to stop things or just doesn't care to, you can't really puzzle out... you do know his hand is still on your head, if anything encouraging you as his dog fucking you gradually works his prick further and deeper down your throat. \n\nSoon your chin is rubbing up against the bottom of Trent's zipper as Pounda's fucking drives you fully forward. You brace both hands against the couch as the dog fucks you against his master, spitroasted by thick human prick in one hole and eager doggy dick in the other. Soon you're cumming again, if anything even harder than the first time Pounda raped your hot little cunt. The feel of Trent's dick throbbing deep in your throat and his strong hand on your head urging you to suck him off just enhances the pleasure of being forcefully taken by that rough animal fucking from behind, with you just as naked as the beast above this time. You're cumming every several thrusts, and anticipation washes over you as you once again feel that thick bulge thumping against your pussylips. When it shoves inside you, Trent also pushes you down on him, and you cum so hard your eyes roll up in your head, your lips rubbing the root of Trent's prick as your pussy gushes around his dog's knot.\n\nYou lose track of time a little, and when you come to Pounda is just pulling out of you and you allowing a torrent of dog cum to come spilling out of your pussy in the wake of his knot, and your cheek is resting against Trent's thigh. Shivering a little, you look up at him and the bemused expression on his face. "Sorry, I guess he just got it into his head to jump up on you like that. He's never done that before... still, it looks like you didn't exactly mind...?" he says in a curious voice.\n\n<hr>\n[[You loved it.|GGDog]]\n\n[[You didn't have much choice.|GGDog]]

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

The sheet did say that fighters were the most straightforward to play, and you are after all just doing this as an experiment. No need to get all complex with it, you just had to do your stats and buy equipment, pretty much. It was easy... yeah, being a fighter's gonna be... easy...\n\nYou wake up because something hard is poking you in the side, making you grumble a bit and roll over, only to thump your head against something else hard. Ow! Opening your eyes, you glare, only to realize you're glaring at a rock. ... What? Scrambling to your feet, you look around, your jaw going slack. You're outside?! Actually you're in the middle of nowhere?! What the heck?! You seem to be on some broad plain, mostly bare dirt dotted with rocks here and there, though grass starts a little ways off in the distance closer to a line of trees. There's also what look like some hills and maybe a mountain nearby, and it's nowhere you've ever seen before but you were just in bed and now you're here and-\n\nYou wobble a bit in place, feeling dizzy for a moment, then blink as that makes something shift against your hips. You look down, staring again as you realize you're no longer dressed in your pajamas but some sort of... getup! There's a silver-colored metal plate covering your chest, over a simple sleeveless purple dress that comes down to just below your hips, fastened on by a belt with a buckle in the shape of a fist gripping the leather band, with a sword sheathed at one side and a slightly large-ish square pouch on the other. You're also wearing shortish white boots with black stockings on your legs, and fingerless shoulder-high black gloves with metal bracers around your forearms. There's a strap across your chest that, reaching back, goes to a quiver and a sheath for a bow.\n\n... W-wait... wait, isn't this the equipment you bought for your fighter? And kind of how you were picturing that fighter looking?!\n\n"Welcooome to a worrrrld of adventurrrrre!" \n\nAt that you whirl around, almost smacking yourself in the face with the edge of your bow. "Sima!" you blurt in a mingling of shock and outrage at the sight of the other girl standing there wearing gold-trimmed red robes, eyes twinkling behind her glasses. \n\n"Sima the Dungeon Master!" She slips her hands out of her sleeves and wiggles her fingers in the air. "Here to take you through your introductory adventure to bring you up to everyone else's level!" \n\n"What? No, that's crazy, this, this has to be a dream, this has to be a-" you start to say, then yelp and hop aside, narrowly dodging the rock flung at your head. "What the hell was that for?!?!?"\n\n"If it's a dream why'd you dodge?" Sima smirks at your pout, then continues. "Hey look, if you'd gone along with the ritual we wouldn't be here, but <i>obviously</i> you still need some help getting into the proper spirit of things! So consider this an immersive experience to not only help bring you up to level five, but really get you into the game! You're level one now, and when you've completed enough missions and gotten enough experience that you count as level five, you'll, y'know, 'wake up' or whatever and be ready to join everyone else at the game!"\n\n"This is crazy," you mutter, clutching the sides of your head and turning away.\n\n"Crazy or not, it is what it is. Now, your first mission is to go that way," she says, turning and pointing towards the hills. "And kill an orc that's been bothering a nearby town. Now, he's probably aboooout just a match for you... no character class, just 'Orc', no real equipment, but still dangerous, so if I were you I'd be smart about it. Your pouch has the leftover gold you didn't spend, not that there's much, and a magical compass that will lead you towards anywhere you touch on a map. Oh, yeah, and a map of the nearby area, so that once you finish with the orc you can go back to the town nearby and turn it in."\n\n"I... I..." You look around, then sag your shoulders as you're forced to acknowledge that, for the moment, you don't seem to have much other choice. "But what then?"\n\n"Then it's up to you! I'm really more of a 'give you a general direction and turn you loose' sort of DM," Sima says, wiggling her fingers again. "Hm, but since you are so non-nerd-adjacent, I'll say that generally your best bets are to either look for another job at the guild or around town, find yourself some other adventurers to team up with, or just hang around and wait for something that sounds like a plot hook. Anyway, get moving, cute stuff!" she chirps before disappearing in a little burst of colorful sparkles.\n\n"Wait!" you blurt, reaching towards her, then dropping your hand. "... What the hell's a plot hook?" you grumble, hanging your head. ... Okay, well, fine, whether this is a dream or you've gone nuts or... whatever... you guess you'll have to go along with it until you wake up or... or... you don't even know. Looking around, you sigh heavily, then set off towards the direction Sima pointed. 'Orcs? Like those guys in Lord of the Rings? Ugh! So ugly! ... And big and scary. ... But like they fell down and died every time someone whacked them with a sword once, so they can't be all that tough, right? Yeah, right!'\n\nThe terrain stays kind of uneven and rocky, and the sky overhead grey and overcast, and you're definitely not having a lot of fun so far. 'Great work on the whole getting me into the game, Sima,' you grump to yourself. ... You guess you are literally in the game so there's that. Eventually you spot something on the side of a large hill that looks like a cave with some stuff scattered around outside of it, and almost reflexively you duck behind a boulder, crouching and watching. It only takes a minute for the orc to come trundling out. Gah, yeah, he's definitely not pretty, though maybe not so bad as the ones in the movie, which is your only real reference. He's big, and green, with a fairly ugly face consisting of a craggy bald head and a broad, almost flat nose, his mouth wide and lips thin, a pair of tusks poking up from the sides of the bottom lip. He's got broad shoulders and is kind of muscley, albeit a bit on the 'dad bod' side, with some paunch and a thick waist. All he seems to be wearing is a crude leather belt strapping some long flaps of cloth in front and back, and some more cloth wrapped around his feet to serve as crude boots that still leave his toes bare. He dumps a bundle of thick sticks on what you guess is the remains of a fire, then stares at it, apparently waiting to see if there are any cinders left to catch.\n\nOkay, so... kill the orc, that's the mission, right? Just... kill the orc! Go back to down, and presumably get paid! Money is good. You like money. Okay, you can do this!\n\n<hr>\n[[... from back here.|LSFight1x1]]\n\n[[... no you can't.|LSFight]]\n\n[["HYAAAAAAAAAA!"|LSFight]]

You suppress a sigh, then say, "Sure. You can bring him over right now, in fact."\n\n"<i>Cyan you're totally the best! Don't worry, we're bringing food and everything for him so you won't be put out any more than necessary!</i>"\n\nAnd less than an hour later, Bambi is hugging you effusively and gushing over how you're the absolute bestest, which okay is pretty grand. Apollo seems, as usual, fairly calm and dignified in the face of this, wagging his tail and licking Bambi's face as she hugs him goodbye and sets out what's apparently one of his favorite toys on the coffee table, though his ears droop and the wagging stops as he watches her get in the family car, which then drives off.\n\n"They'll be back before you know it, buddy," you assure him, gently tugging on his leash. Actually you have no idea how dogs measure the passage of time, maybe for him it will be an eternity, but you don't exactly want to <i>say</i> that even if he can't understand you.\n\nYou get back inside the house and unclip his leash. Bambi's dad already brought in some bags of food (Bambi said just in case but that they should be back well before you're through one), and his dishes and some toys and stuff. You spend a moment arranging it in the kitchen since that seems the best place for it, due to any potential spillage, then come back out into the living room to find him sitting and apparently waiting on you, tail starting to wag again at your return. Awwww.\n\n<hr>\n[[Welp, time to watch that anime.|GGDog21x1]]\n\n[[Welp, time to try that nudism.|GGDog]]\n\n[[Welp, time to [yawwwwwn]|GGDog]]\n\n[[Welp, time to fuck.|GGDog19x2]]

<b>November 15-16, 2018</b>\n* Female Eric-Ranma can now decide she [[can't take the chance|FRanX15x4]] that the demon statue is bluffing about the new curse.\n<b>November 19, 2018</b>\n* Some more work on [[Capture|GGCaptureStart]]. Specifically, the doll room.\n<b>November 20, 2018</b>\n* Holly can now go [[check the roof|HollyXmas5x1]] when there arises such a clatter.\n<b>November 21, 2018</b>\n* More of the post-roof Holly Christmas stuff.\n<b>November 23, 2018</b>\n* Capture stuff, such as actually hitting Tifa with the Reconditioning Rifle.\n<b>November 24, 2018</b>\n* Finished up the previous day's writing, also added the Slut Gallery in the hab area.\n<b>November 26, 2018</b>\n* Holly can now go see the [[very naughty Madelyn|HollyXmas5x7]] instead of just jerking off. (Santa Holly's description has also been tweaked a bit in earlier passages.)\n* On another path, Santa Holly can also be good and [[resist her urges|HollyXmas8x1]].\n<b>November 28, 2018</b>\n* Jamie can now [[pray for help|QOInc1x3]] on the second night after being molested by the incubus.\n<b>November 29, 2018</b>\n* More of Jamie trying to manage the situation with Shotiel and Mal.\n<b>November 30, 2018</b>\n* Moar Jamie.

Sticking your hands in your jacket pockets, you start moseying around the park, just looking at what there is to see. The thoroughfares are lined with shops and stands wherever it doesn't immediately preclude a ride or attraction from operating, and every so often you feel your money trying to burn a hole in your wallet. But you keep it firmly in your pocket... there's a full week ahead of you, and you won't have the most fun if you're eating exclusively at the hotel and doing nothing but attractions for that entire time.\n\n<b>[[Mascots|FMascotsStart]]</b>: Looks like Worldland has their own selection of original mascots trotting about greeting people. They're actually pretty realistic-looking, if that's the right word... their heads are kind of oversized and felt-y, but the rest of them seems more "natural". You kinda wanna see one up close just so you can see what they're made of.

Despite all the "fun" you've had, you're not exactly eager to see if Mr. Bobsled there is going to initiated round two. You quickly straighten up and yank up your jeans and panties... and blush at the feeling of the fabric of your thong immediately becoming soaked with a mingling of your cum and the dog's and clinging to you.\n\nThe dog doesn't even look up from licking himself as you grab your bag and hurry past, heading back the way you came, without actually breaking into a run... you're not exactly eager to stimulate any further predatory instincts he might have. As you're making your way through the semi-wall of bushes and trees that hopefully made absolutely sure no one saw you getting raped by a dog, you glance back over your shoulder to see if he's following... and almost run full-on into someone. You quickly stumble back, stammering a reflexive apology as you look up.\n\nWow. It's... a really nice-looking guy. Probably college age, or maybe just a little older... tall and rugged-looking, with short black hair, and well-built too, to judge by the way that black t-shirt hugs his chest and shoulders. He gives you an absolutely killer smile, too, as he reaches out a hand to your shoulder to help steady you. "It's fine, it's fine. You alright?"\n\n"Um, yeah," you reply, suddenly feeling almost shy. "I just got kinda spooked by a... kinda big, aggressive dog," you add in a murmur, your face coloring as you can feel another fat glob of dog cum slip out of your pussy, past the edge of your hastily re-donned panties and slip down your thigh. Yeah, aggressive is one word for it.\n\n"He didn't hurt you, did he?" the man asks, looking concerned as he gives you a quick glance up and down (and you hope desperately that the dog cum hasn't soaked through enough to create a wet spot on the crotch of your jeans).\n\n"No, didn't hurt me," you manage, shaking your head as you try to collect your wits. "Just... gave me a scare, I guess."\n\n"Sounds like you're pretty shaken up, yeah," he answers, concern still obvious in his voice. He thumbs over his shoulder. "Listen, I live practically next door to the park. Why don't you stop by for a few, maybe have a glass of water, try to calm down a little."\n\nOh wow, seriously cute guy asking you over to his place. ... Two minutes after you just got dogfucked. Talk about mixed feelings...\n\n<hr>\n[[Accept.|GGDog2x2]]\n\n[[Refuse.|GGDogPlaceholder]]\n\n[[Just run off.|GGDogPlaceholder]]

Starting to breathe harder, you keep your gaze fixed on the two of them through the crack in the door. Slowly, you ease a hand into the front of your panties, biting your lower lip to help you suppress your moan as your fingertips come in contact with your soaking pussy. Starting to stroke over your outer lips and tease at the nub of your clit, you watch as Jasmine drills that massive cock into Mara's ass.\n\n"God you're such a fucking slut, you naughty bitch," Jasmine moans in a particularly affectionate if demeaning tone, bracing her feet and driving harder into Mara's stretched hole. "If your husband knew you kept coming to me to try my little mixtures and get your ass pounded, think he'd die of shock or just get hard as diamond, huh?"\n\n"Mmmn! Mmmf! Mmmng!" Mara replies back, as if her mouth were full or she were gagged, though you can't actually see from this angle. Still, the sexy sound of it makes you shiver, suppressing a little whimper as your fingers get steadily more soaked, the wet satin of your panties sticking to the backs of your fingers. Then you get two big shocks in a row as Jasmine pulls her cock out of Mara and reveals it to be distinctly inhuman in shape... is that... is that a horse dick?! Then Mara shifts, letting her lower body slide down, and you see what was muffling her... the head of her own large, fat cock, albeit one far more human in shape and style. Apparently the position Jasmine was fucking her in was allowing her to suck her own cock... and cum in her own mouth, to judge by the smears all over her face.\n\nSoon Mara has moved around to being on all fours, Jasmine behind her and once more pushing into her ass. This time though you have a good view of their balls slapping together, and Mara's cock swaying and wobbling beneath her, its head poked up between her huge hanging tits, the sway of them allowing her to lightly titfuck herself as she's pounded from behind. "Ooo, fuck, oh shit, yes yes..."\n\nThis is so strange... and yet so fucking hot, you think, frigging yourself even harder, your breathing coming in quick, hard pants as Mara starts making louder, naughtier moans that you can't believe you wouldn't have heard from your bedroom. Perhaps lulled by how much noise they're making, you can't help but let out your own soft moan... at which they both go still, heads turning towards the door.\n\n<hr>\n[[Freeze.|MeanFarm]]\n\n[[Move.|MeanFarm]]

"I guess we could take the statue, sure," you say, partly to distract yourself from your strange, sudden urges. You find them receding a little as you walk over to pick up the statue, though oddly enough it doesn't feel as cool in your hands as you were expecting. It's almost a little warm... eh, maybe there's a heating vent or something nearby that blows on it. You shift it in your hands, having to admit that it's a pretty quality piece of work... she has really amazing breasts, a fantastic ass, curvy legs. It looks more like a modern fanservice anime figure than something from the fifties made out of stone.\n\n"So, wait, which of us gets it?" Kev asks. "I mean, you said it'd be a souvenir, but there's four of us and just one of it."\n\n"Simple, we'll share," Jack says reasonably, grinning. "One of us can keep it for awhile, and when someone else wants to hold onto it for a bit they can ask whoever's holding onto it for it."\n\n"Seems fair," Leslie says with a shrug. "Then I guess the question is, who gets it first?"\n\n<hr>\n[[You.|GGHH]]\n\n[[Leslie.|GGHH]]\n\n[[Jack.|GGHH]]\n\n[[Kev.|GGHH]]

"... Fine," you grumble. You'd put up more of a fuss, but without a cell signal you somehow feel like that guy in the comic books whose name you pretend not to know when he's around the green rocks that you pretend to only vaguely know hurt him.\n\nJasmine grins, as if realizing she's already won the first battle, which just makes you bristle. But at least rather than rub it in, she says, "Well, it's about dinner time, so come on in and let's eat. And then you might as well go to bed, I s'pose."\n\n"Oh my god tell me that you have electricity," you whimper.\n\n"Honey we have satellite internet, but <i>you</i> won't be using it." Jasmine raises an eyebrow as she picks up some of your luggage and carries it inside. "Around here privileges have to be earned. Consider that part of your rehabilitation."\n\nWhy of all the nerve! Privileges have to be <i>earned</i>?! The internet has reliably informed you that it's privilege specifically because it's unearned! Which... there may be some definition loss going on there! Whatever! You sulk your way into the house, and then back out when Jasmine orders you to carry in some of your own things. This is going to be <i>awful</i>.\n\n... Okay so steak for dinner is pretty good. \n\nAs you're further sulking through the ultimate indignity, actually having to do dishes <i>by hand</i>, you hear the front door open and close. A woman who is not entirely dissimilar from Jasmine, albeit more slender, with black hair in a ponytail, much darker tan skin, and no hat strolls in. "Hey Jazz! Oh, your new little boarder arrived today, hm?"\n\n"Mhmm. Layla, this is my friend Mara, she lives at the next farm over and drops by occasionally."\n\n"Hello," you say with as absolutely little politeness as you think you can get away with, while simultaneously flinging sudsy water off your hands and onto the counter with what you hope is suitable disdain.\n\n"Ooo, as billed, she is quite a li'l firecracker, ain't she?" Mara replies, obviously putting a bit more deliberate drawl into her voice, her green eyes twinkling at the bit of a face you make.\n\n"We'll get her straightened out. Welp, Layla, that's it for you, lights out."\n\n"What?!" you yelp in outrage.\n\nJasmine smirks at you, folding her arms under her huge breasts. "Like I said, right now you have earned zero privileges, so there's nothing for you to do anyway. Plus you're gonna be getting up briiiight and early helping out around here, way earlier than you're used to. May as well rest up for it."\n\n<hr>\n[[Throw a fit.|MeanFarm]]\n\n[[Go to bed.|MeanFarm3x2]]

Whatever, you're not going to let her push you around. ... Entirely. At least when she's not actually right there pushing you around.\n\nYou pad barefoot to the door, carefully easing it open... you're fairly certain this is an old house, and everyone knows old houses are creaky and falling down, though this one is... actually in really good shape, so whatever. The door doesn't make a sound as you ease it open... but once it's open you can definitely hear some sounds from without.\n\nBlinking, you carefully lean your head out into the hall and look further down. It looks like Jasmine's bedroom door is slightly open, spilling some light out and allowing said noises out. Specifically, a lot of moaning, and what sounds faintly like Jasmine saying 'Oooo, yeah, you like that, huh?' As you focus on it the sounds become a little clearer, and definitely include something wet and a bit of skin-on-skin slap.\n\n'Oh so it's like <i>that</i>,' you think, your cheeks coloring a little as you smirk to yourself. Well you should have known, they both wear cowboy boots after all. (Yes this reasoning makes sense to you.) 'She gets all haughty with me, but she's just some perverted lesbian fucking the neighbor!'\n\n<hr>\n[[Go back to bed.|MeanFarm8x1]]\n\n[[Sneak downstairs.|MeanFarm4x1]]\n\n[[... Go take a look.|MeanFarm3x4]]

You're <i>really</i> getting tired of this, but the fact that you're now outnumbered by two really big strong farm women does kind of make you feel like you can't push it too much. "Fine," you grumble, turning and stalking towards the stairs.\n\n"And no leaving your room until morning!" Jasmine called. "One of those privileges you've gotta earn!"\n\nEven that?! This place is a prison! ... Wait is that what Mommy and Daddy had in mind? How dare! You're totally going to give them an earful for this when you get home, you think as you storm upstairs and slam the door to the appallingly small and plain room that's now apparently yours.\n\nTo make yourself feel a bit better, you put on one of your favorite purple babydoll nighties, one of the super cute ones that shows off your chest and has skimpy little panties to go with it. Perfect for taking selfies of and sending to boys you want to get into trouble by telling people they have sexy selfies of you on their phone. You're not even sure why it apparently works that way but it totally works. You flop down in bed to pout, and annoy yourself by almost instantly falling asleep.\n\nWhen you wake up, it's dark out and you feel more like you took a slightly long nap rather than sleeping the night. A check of the clock shows that it really only has been a few hours, so that makes sense. Bleh, it's the middle of the night now, and you're kind of awake. You eye the door to your room with a pout, kind of wanting to leave your room just because you were told not to, and you feel like you need at least <i>one</i> win on your first day here.\n\n<hr>\n[[Leave your room.|MeanFarm3x3]]\n\n[[Go back to sleep.|MeanFarm7x1]]

Of course, a year later, yourself and Hassat are faced with an outcome that neither of you built into this little deal... twins. One boy, and one girl.\n\nOops.\n\nStill, such a thing has to be taken as a sign from some god or another. (Probably not Lolth, you didn't have spiders after all.) The two of you decide to settle for a relationship of equals... in that you're both constantly and equally struggling for dominance over the other, one or the other of you sometimes managing to claim it for a day or a week with some wager or another, occasional favor-trading, and sometimes just some underhanded tricks. \n\nToday is a special day in that dominance struggle. Or so you've decided. You stroke your hand up and down the long, thick black rubber strapon's shaft, smearing lube over the thick veins running all along its length. "Now, sometimes, buildup is just as important as anything else. You can take a good, long while getting ready, being deliberate about what you're doing, so that they can hear it every time your hand strokes along the dildo, among other things."\n\n"I see, I see, Mother," your teenage daughter chirps from where she's kneeling on the bed near you, naked save for her own near-identical strapon, pert young blue-black breasts bared proudly.\n\n"Now, while you should feel free to fuck a male however you like, for this particular activity I prefer a nice, slow entry," you continue, moving up behind your son where he's on his knees with his cheek against the mattress, hands bound securely behind his back with a silk sash wound around his wrists, ass in the air and smooth balls and half-hard prick dangling down between his thighs. You lean in, pressing the almost dripping tip of the strapon to his pucker, your hands squeezing his ass before you slowly begin to apply pressure, his hole gradually spreading as the rubber phallus starts to slide inside.\n\n"Mmmf! Mmmf!" he protests around the ball gag he's wearing, his body shuddering and eyes rolling a bit.\n\n"Oh? But you had so much fun fucking Mommy's ass, darling, can you give but not take?" you taunt, smirking as you continue to push the strapon inside your son's previously virgin hole. You watch his eyes roll up a little bit as you push just a bit harder, easing more of the thick thing into him. "See how he reacts? How he can't help but get harder and harder as he feels inch after inch of my fat rubber prick violating his ass?"\n\n"Mhmmmm," your daughter says with a giggle, before moving up behind her similarly-bound father. She delivers a smack to his ass, and gives a wicked laugh that makes you proud as he jerks in place, his fully stiff prick dripping a single pearl of pre at being spanked by his own daughter. "Oh, look at you, you're used to this, aren't you, Daddy?" she sneers as she moves into position, raising herself up a bit to press the tip of her strapon to his ass, then begins matching your own slow, steady movements of pressing it inside him. "But now it's your own daughter fucking you in the ass, and you're loving it, aren't you? Just like a pervert male," she coos, giving his ass another spank as his cock twitches and jerks beneath him.\n\nGrinning fondly at your daughter violating her father's ass, you quickly turn your attention back to your son, wrapping your arms around his waist and hauling him back the extra inch or so necessary to hilt inside him. He begins moaning like a slut as you start giving smooth, even thrusts, fucking him slow and steady, pumping the rubber cock into his tight teenage ass, watching his eyes roll and his ears blush as he starts to give in to the pleasure. Your daughter, meanwhile, has quickly risen to almost frenzy-fucking her father's asshole, her pert tits barely jiggling as she pounds her hips against him.\n\n"You like it, huh, Daddy? You like being my bitch? You like taking my big cock in your whore ass, don't you, Daddy?" she demands breathlessly, her dirty talk interspersed with the cutest little squeaks and gasps, and you're not sure whether it's the physical stimulation or the aural stimulation that has your mate's eyes rolling harder and his body trembling as his cock begins firing long bursts of cum all over the sheets.\n\nYou snicker, continuing to take your time about fucking your son's ass... he'll cum from it in due time. And some day in the future, he'll probably have you tied up on your back, your head over the side of the bed as he fucks your throat for as long as he likes. Little give-and-take activities like that are what makes for quality family bonding, after all!\n\n<b>Gamer Girl Rogue</b> end - <i>Drow family values</i>

You're a bit leery about drinking water from a stream in a public park... but then again, you did come out here to be just a little bit adventurous. You set your bag aside and then get down onto your knees, leaning forward to brace on one hand and scooping some of the water up with the other, bringing it to your lips. Hm, not too bad~.\n\nYou hear a rustle behind you and glance over your shoulder, barely having time for your eyes to widen in shock as a <i>big</i> black and white dog clamps his jaws down on the waistband of your jeans and yanks, hard. You yelp loudly as you're not only hauled bodily back about a foot, but your jeans and panties are yanked halfway down the curve of your ass. The dog immediately shifts its grip with its teeth and yanks again, pulling you back a bit more but also pulling the garments down around the middle of your thighs. You try to scramble forward to get away, but your position and the fact that your jeans are restraining you means that all you really do is get more properly back up onto your knees for the dog as it mounts you.\n\n"Hey! Get off!" you cry in a panic, as you feel something jabbing you... you're pretty sure you know exactly what, too, though it's almost difficult to believe this is happening to you. But it is, and the dog seems determined to get off, if not exactly how you meant. He growls a little as he works his hips, and then you cry out as he suddenly finds his mark and thrusts in hard. A good six inches of dog cock claims your virginity on that first thrust alone, and from the feel of it as he begins pumping his hips, he has a lot more to give you.\n\nYou bite your lower lip as you feel his thick, spear-shaped cock plunging into you and spreading you open, a bit more forcing its way inside every time he thrusts forward. His forelegs are wrapped firmly around your middle, his solid, furry, hot weight settled atop you and making sure there's no escape. You realize you're not just being fucked by this dog... he's dominating you, making you his bitch. You can't help but let out a little moan as you feel more of his cock shove inside you as he gives a little hop forward, apparently bottoming out. As if realizing he's gotten the whole thing in, he beings fucking you faster and harder, furry hips slamming against your ass.\n\nYou can't hold out any longer, closing your eyes and letting out a moan as the pleasure of being raped by a dog overcomes you. That fat canine cock is just so <i>big</i> and <i>hot</i> inside your now sodden teenage cunt! You can feel his furry balls slapping against your clit, his thrusts hard enough to shake your entire body, making your perky tits bounce under your t-shirt. You open your eyes and look over your shoulder again, seeing the dog's head with its tongue lolling out some, almost seeming to smirk at you as the sight reminds you yes, your first time is with a literal big, horny animal.\n\nYou can feel something start slapping hard against your pussylips every time the dog thrusts forward, and something about dog anatomy comes back to you. You try to call out a protest again, but it just comes out as a particularly whorish moan as your body continues to be rocked by the thrusts of the animal's hips. His knot slams against your lower lips hard again and again, starting to gradually push them apart, and then all of a sudden it's stretching you wide and popping inside all in one go. You almost scream as the feel of that knot shoving into you, spreading you so wide, makes you cum, your whole body shuddering with the intensity of your orgasm. A second climax comes almost on top of the first as the knot swells larger inside you and you feel a wet heat spreading deep inside as you're flooded full of dog jizz.\n\nThe dog... some breed of Husky, you think dazedly... shifts on top of you, wiggling, then lifts one foreleg and twists around, until he's facing completely away from you, his ass feeling all fuzzy and soft against your own bare one, his tail brushing ticklishly across the top of your ass and your lower back as it wags. At the realization that you've not only been fucked like a bitch but knotted and tied like one, your face heats in embarrassment and humiliation... and your pussy squeezes around the Husky's cock in an aftershock orgasm.\n\nStill, there's not a lot you can do for the next ten minutes or so (other than cum occasionally) as the dog stays there, knotted to you. But eventually you can feel that big, swollen ball inside your pussy start to shrink. You yelp as the Husky tries to walk forward, tugging on your pussy, then let out a louder one as his next tug actually pulls him free, a rush of dog cum spilling out of your stretched open hole. You look over your shoulder as he pads away a bit, then sits down to lower his head and lap at his own big, red, dripping wet cock.\n\nIt looks like he's not inclined to bother you again, at least for the moment. Now's your chance to make your escape! ... If you want to escape...\n\n<hr>\n[[Get away!|GGDog2x1]]\n\n[[Get fucked.|GGDog1x3]]

"Sure, I'll agree to help them," you reply breezily, grinning. Best not to dive right into getting <i>too</i> lewd from the start. Besides, by playing this 'normal', you see a distinct in for later mischief. Checking your character sheet to be sure, you note, "I have the ability to draw up magical contracts. I'll go ahead and make one up that just says that they'll compensate my reasonable request for payment when I'm done, okay?"\n\n"Hm? Oh, sure, that seems fine," Dean says, obviously slightly distracted already in getting together the various combat encounters you'll be meeting along the way. Which he tends to do, which is one of the big reasons you tried it. You don't have a <i>specific</i> plan for what you're going to ask the villagers for yet, but you're sure you'll think of something.\n\nDean runs you through a fairly typical bit of adventuring... he rolls up a random encounter on the way to the troll den, which you handle without issue (monster races tending to be rather OP even without the massive stats and starting bonuses he gave you)... you notice him frowning a bit and starting to fiddle with his laptop, no doubt adjusting the trolls to be a bit tougher. You grin and don't say anything... you figured that would happen, but you aren't even using one tenth of Cybil's power! (Okay you have no objective way of measuring percentages of your character's combat ability that you can think of off the top of your head, but you were careful not to go too all-out against the dire bears. Both because you don't want to give away just how potent your character wound up being and because you don't necessarily want to make Dean's GMing life hard, just his... ahem.)\n\nAnyway, once your adventure through the troll caves starts, you really do begin, well, trolling him a bit with the sexy. Mostly just describing Cybil posing seductively while either bantering with the trolls (not that they have much banter themselves, between being trolls and Dean not being the best at the bantz himself), or striking sexy poses while firing off her spells (which you think is mostly effective because you strike some of the same poses yourself, at least as well as you're able while sitting down and not being a succubus). Of course far more effective than this is what you quickly start thinking of as the "Cybil voice".\n\nYou don't usually try to do character voices, because you are a very mature person and doing character voices is cringe (read: you're not that good at it and usually get giggled at for trying). But you're not sure whether it's those couple of videos you watched about voice acting lately, or just that you drew the character you're voicing this time and thus have a stronger internal image of her, or maybe it's because watching Dean's eyes pop and his ears turn pink whenever you get it right massively encourages you. But you've soon got an absolutely perfect voice for your gyaru succubus... just enough anime girl squeakiness to sound bright and cute, just enough purr to make everything she says sound like innuendo, just enough Valley Girl sprinkled in to really convey the "hot popular girl" aspect of a gyaru. You are <i>fairly</i> certain once you hit your stride with it that you are actually, genuinely giving Dean a hardon just by talking... which, to be frank, is rendering you almost drunk with power (and a couple of other things).\n\n"'Aw, like, I'm so sorry that I set you on fire, Mr. Troll Chief! Here, will this fix it?'" you coo in your Cybil voice, before grinning and dropping back to normal. "Then I'll cast Icicle Lance."\n\nDean lets out a rather breathless ghost of a laugh, squirming a bit in his seat. "Th-that's pretty funny, yeah. Um, roll it? ... Y-yeah, that'll do it. So yeah, between the damage from the fire and negating his generation, that finishes him off. Um, do you want to like... search for loot, or...?"\n\n"'Oh like, yanno, it stinks pretty bad in here but there's always a chance of finding something super pretty in a pit,'" you say, adding a delighted giggle that makes Dean's whole face go red. Damn, you're kind of starting to get turned on yourself, just by those reactions you're getting out of him! The sense of power and, well, sexiness you're getting as you watch him fumble through rolling random treasure and stammer through your findings even though you're now just sitting there serenely is definitely getting to you.\n\nAfter that you head back to the village, making sure to mention you adopt your human disguise again on the way. (Dean looks briefly blank before giving a little start and nodding... clearly his brain's so fogged that he not only forgot to prompt you to do that himself, but forgot that the human village isn't supposed to know they hired a succubus.) You return and have Cybil hand over the troll chief's necklace as proof of your success.\n\n"He thanks you, ah, effusively, saying again and again how grateful he is," Dean notes, making a few bowing motions with his head as an afterthought as an attempt to help convey the look.\n\n"'Well, like, sure, it was my absolute <i>pleasure</i>,'" you purr in your Cybil voice, barely able to restrain a smirk as Dean makes a soft strangled sound. (Though fuck, you're glad the voice is keeping his attention on your face, your nipples feel like they're trying to tear right through the fabric of your shirt they're so hard.) "'Now, yanno, about my payment...'"\n\n"... Oh! Yeah, right, uh, they've assembled some gold, and some jewelry and stuff, they've put together items totaling-" Dean says, starting to look back at one of his generators.\n\n"'Oh no, none of that's what I'm interested in,'" you coo, Dean looking up at you with a sort of glazed look that says the interruption in your Cybil voice in the middle of trying to have a focused, coherent thought has effectively bluescreened his brain. "'What I want is...'"\n\n<hr>\n[["'... an orgy.'"|CyanDDD]]\n\n[["'... the elder's soul.'"|CyanDDD]]\n\n[["'... a good dog and a strong horse.'"|CyanDDD]]\n\n[["'... a cute boy to serve me.'"|CyanDDD1x4]]

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

You really can't believe this is happening! Your parents have never cared about your, you know, social activities before, and you really don't see why they're making such a big deal out of this incident. It's not like anyone <i>died</i>! ... Permanently. Being flatlined for two minutes is seriously nothing, and really you're pretty sure that girl needed intensive psychiatric counseling seven days a week <i>anyway</i> so really you basically did her a favor. For some reason Mommy and Daddy don't see it that way despite you explaining it to them several times, and they've decided to send you to a farm. A <i>farm</i> of all places! Apparently some friend of a friend owns it, and she's offered to take you in for awhile and "straighten you out". Whatever, it's so lame, but apparently your parents are particularly set on this and there's not a lot you can do about it.\n\nSo, after a relatively short flight, you find yourself being driven through the middle of nowhere in a taxi. Ooo, horses! Er, you mean, meh, horses, who cares about horses, they probably smell. But that is so weird, just seeing horses milling around in fields. And cows too. Shouldn't the horses be in old-timey but well-lit barns being brushed by attractive, muscular men with no body hair and no visible scars or blemishes? And shouldn't the cows be in, y'know, hamburgers? It's all very unnatural, to your mind. The cab pulls onto a long, packed-dirt drive, and heads towards a fairly large house... well, at least you won't be living in some sort of falling-down shack, you try to console yourself as the taxi pulls up in front of the porch and the driver gets out to haul your bags out of the car.\n\nAs you're getting out as well, the front door opens and a woman around your mother's age saunters out. You suppose the only way she could get any more stereotypically 'cowgirl' would be if she was wearing daisy dukes instead of full jeans... she's got bright blue eyes, thick, wavy blonde hair with a cowboy hat perched atop it, strong shoulders and obviously toned arms shown by the rolled-up sleeves of her flannel shirt, which is also tied up under her (whoa those are big) breasts to show off her defined abs. The jeans hug her wide hips, full butt, and powerful thighs like spandex, but they're so battered and broken-in they move like it too (ew how old are those things doesn't she throw her clothes out once a year like a normal person?). She's even wearing actual cowboy boots, but they seem to be like <i>actual</i> cowboy boots instead of some shiny neuveau take on them ohemgee.\n\n"Well hey there, Layla," she drawls as she moves to help the taxi driver with the last of your suitcases, then pay him before turning back to you. "My name's Jasmine, but you'll refer to me as 'ma'am'. As in 'yes ma'am' and 'no ma'am'." Before you can snort at the very concept of that, she breezes right on with, "I talked with your parents, and they're paying to put you up here so that you can learn a few lessons about life that will hopefully break some of those unsavory habits of yours. Like some honest manual labor, obedience, and going to bed tired from having actually done something that day."\n\nYou bristle a little, but manage to rebut with, "Sounds like all that, uh, hard work would kind of cut into, y'know... my schoolwork?" Of course you couldn't really give a flip about your homework, but you've found 'it would affect my grades' is a really good excuse that always works on your parents. \n\n"From the sound of it, you and school are a bit of a bad combination at the moment," Jasmine drawls back, reaching out to poke your shoulder. "So for the first semester of the year at least, I'm going to tutor you here on the farm. If I see enough improvement in your attitude and you want to, maybe we'll enroll you in the local high school for the winter semester."\n\nYour eyes widen. You're going to be... <i>homeschooled</i>?! Doesn't she know what a low opinion people online have of homeschooling?! How will you bully, er, socialize with other teenagers if you're not in school with them?!\n\n<hr>\n[[Insult her.|MeanFarm1x1]]\n\n[[Brag on yourself.|MeanFarm2x1]]\n\n[[Just put up with it for now.|MeanFarm3x1]]

"I think the best way to do the job is to do whatever is asked of you, no matter whether it's your responsibility or not, just do it because you're asked to do it," you answer, probably a little too quickly. "Whatever it is, just do it, no matter what."\n\n"Oh?" Mrs. Lane says, quirking an eyebrow. "Are you saying that the way to do your job is <i>complete</i> obedience to your superiors?"\n\nYou hesitate, then slump. "Mrs. Lane, I probably don't need to tell you, but... I <i>really</i> need this job. I've put everything I have left into just being presentable and able to be here today, so yes, I'll do absolutely anything to get and keep this job."\n\n"Absolutely anything," she echoes in a frustratingly neutral tone. After you bite your lip and give a nod, she lets out a soft 'hmmmmm', then nods and pushes back from the table some. "Very well, we'll proceed to one final test on your interview."\n\n"Y-yes?" you ask, perking a little.\n\n"Lick my pussy and bring me to orgasm."\n\n"... Ah?" you ask a little weakly.\n\n"While it would certainly be a violation of several laws to ask, from what I've gathered while speaking to you, you're quite straight. If you wish to prove that you will in fact do anything for this job, and obey any order you're given, you will come over here, kneel down between my legs, and perform oral sex on me until I have achieved climax," she continues evenly, turning to the side and lifting up in the chair while giving her skirt a few tugs up, then spreading her hosiery-clad legs. "Well?"\n\nYou hesitate, but eventually crack. What you said was true, you're desperate to get and keep this job. You always sort of suspected someone might offer to trade a job for sex, you think ruefully as you stand and round the table, somewhat awkwardly settling to your knees, but you always thought it would probably be some bald, sweating, panting fat pervert of a man, not a calm, collected, severe beautiful authoritarian of a woman. You pull your eyes down from her calm, watching face and to between the legs you're kneeling between. There are no panties beneath her dark hose, leaving the delta of her pubic hair and the line of her slit and pussylips deep shadows beneath it. "Um... sh-should I..." you stammer.\n\n"Just rip them open, Ms. Teele, I assure you I can afford more," she immediately answers, imperious hazel eyes unwaveringly fixed on your face.\n\nNodding sheepishly, you bring your hands up and carefully pinch some of the slick-feeling fabric, pulling gradually to tear it partially along the seams to open it, baring her immaculately-groomed and obviously extremely proficiently-tended sex. You swallow heavily, glancing up at her just to check if she's at any point going to call the whole thing off, but there's no sign of it. So you slowly lean forward, somewhat timidly beginning to draw your tongue over her pussylips, barely enough to move them and display more of her inner pink as they pass over.\n\n"If that is your definition of 'doing anything' to get this job, Ms. Teele, perhaps it's a bad fit," Mrs. Lane says rather coolly after a minute or so, and indeed you've noticed that there's not really any wetness to speak of other than what you've left with your light licks.\n\nSwallowing again, you reply, "S-sorry, ma'am, I'm sorry, I'll do better at licking your pussy!" You lean in closer, trying to put a bit more... well, enthusiasm into eating out the other woman. You start stroking your tongue more firmly up and down her pussylips, using similar motions some of your more competent boyfriends have used, and are 'rewarded' by tasting more of something similar to the little bits of your own juices you've tried in curiosity. And while you've never had to find another woman's clit, you guess you at least have a better idea of where to start looking... or rather, licking, since you've soon teased out Mrs. Lane's and are flicking your tongue over it, sucking at it, even giving it slightly hesitant little kisses amidst the rest of the attention you're giving her pussy.\n\n"Mmm, now you <i>are</i> seeming like a very obedient employee, Ms. Teele," Mrs. Lane says after some time, her otherwise calm, composed voice sounding a bit breathless, pale cheeks a bit flushed and intense hazel eyes heavy-lidded as she looks down at you. "I'm beginning to see a lot more potential. Perhaps... mm, yes, perhaps if you said... how much you love doing what you're currently doing..."\n\nYou stroke your tongue into the cleft of her pussylips, pressing it inside before drawing back enough to murmur, "I love eating your pussy, Mrs. Lane." Seeing her shudder and heraing a stifled moan, you get more of the idea of what she wants to hear, continuing to suck at her plumped pussylips and kiss her clit in between your sentences. "Even though I'm straight, licking your pussy is so good. I'd do it for hours if that's what you wanted me to do. I'll be a good girl and lick your pussy all you want if you give me a job."\n\nIt seems like it might be that last that gets her, as she suddenly gasps loudly and gives her hips a slight buck towards your mouth, your chin abruptly getting much wetter and your tongue a much more thorough taste of her. You can't help but be impressed that she still manages to look so businesslike and composed even seconds after her orgasm, beckoning you to your feet. "Mm. Very well, I think you've proved your obedience. So here." She draws out two different stacks of paper from the folder and lays them in front of you, one thinner than the other. "These are two different employment contracts, and I will let you pick which one to sign. One is for a position in human resources, beneath me," she says, just a hint of a smirk quirking her subtly-painted lips. "There are a number of promotion and raise opportunities and you can make quite the long-term career out of it. I will, of course, be regularly reviewing your performance, if you understand my meaning. I take it from that lip-bite that you do," she says, that trace of smugness seeping into her voice now. "The other is for a position as an RMS."\n\n"Ah... what's an RMS?" you ask, still feeling her pussy juices all over your face.\n\n"Roving Morale Specialist. Which is the human resources name for 'company public use whore'," she says evenly, though from the way her hazel eyes glitter she must enjoy your face when you say it. "During business hours, you will patrol the halls on your assigned route for the day, obeying any and all sexual requests and orders made of you, as well as running minor errands. This contract specifies that you remain employed as such for three years, during which you <i>will</i> obey all requests, or I may penalize you as I see fit until the end of your contract term. The position includes free room and board... specifically, you will become my live-in servant and obey myself and my spouse in the same way that you obey other employees during business hours. That will be your life, being every employee's plaything from nine AM to five PM, and my slave from five PM to nine AM. At the end of three years, you will be given the option to end your contract and be paid three million dollars." That hint of a smirk returns at the face you obviously make at that last bit. "So yes, three years of absolute obedience, which you claim to be able to give, in return for a fortune that will last you the rest of your life. Assuming you don't do something ridiculous with your money, like trying to afford a one bedroom apartment in New York City. So, which will it be, Ms. Teele?"\n\n<hr>\n[[Take the HR position.|CelOffice]]\n\n[[Become an RMS.|CelOffice]]

You realize that more than any power plays, what you really need is financial success. You may have given him a hard time, but Daddy's pretty canny and he's got the money to prove it. Resolving yourself to spend your school years learning to make a financial success of yourself, however that works in this weird magical place, you reach out to touch the crystal.\n\nBlue instead of gold comes from where your hands touch, following a different path through the flaws while the rest of the crystal darkens until it's black, hiding the rest of the blue's path until it's a single circle with a black point in the center. A birdlike shriek echoes through the hall.\n\n"Crowchilde!" the teacher calls, and this time there's polite applause from pretty much the whole hall. You turn and make your way over to the tables covered by cloths that are blue where they cover the surface of the table and black where they fall away. In passing you look around, spotting Maggie and Ness sitting at the grey tables, both of them looking disappointed and annoyed. When they see you looking at them, they turn away, and with an internal wince you realize you've just lost your muscle.\n\nYou settle in at one of the tables for your dorm after sizing them up a bit and picking the table with the best-dressed students. But you realize as you sit down that, unfortunately, they noticed you doing so and are now all peering at you with rather canny, penetrating eyes, many of them seeming to look right through you. With a sinking feeling you realize you've just been sorted in with the brainy kids... not only nerds, but apparently smart enough to spot you for what you are at a glance. Somehow, you don't think you're going to have that great of a time in school this year.\n\n<hr>\n\n[[Game Over.|Aspareth5xEnd]]

"Uh... heheh..." You giggle nervously, then venture, "Trick?" Both boys blink and just stare at you, so you continue sheepishly, "It's... it's trick or treat, so I pick... trick."\n\nThe boys exchange a glance... then rush you. You yelp and stumble backwards in surprise, then hit the tile hard on your butt when one of them practically tackles you. They might be quite a bit smaller and weaker, but there are two of them and have the advantage of you being in complete shock. Soon they have you flopped over on your front, only managing to struggle up onto your knees before the vampire-costumed boy has gotten your arms bent behind your back and sat on them, pinning you in that position.\n\nThe other boy hurries to close the door and turn off the porchlight before returning to where you're squirming and writhing under his co-conspirator. "What do you think you're doing?! Where are your parents?!" you demand angrily, trying to throw off your captor but not accomplishing much more than shaking your butt in the air. \n\n"They let us go by ourselves, because this is supposed to be a neighborhood of <i>responsible</i> adults," the t-shirt clad boy scolds, delivering a surprisingly hard slap to your ass and making you yelp. "Thought you wanted a trick?" he adds mockingly, before pushing up the bottom of your scanty witch costume. "Whoa, bro, check out her slutty panties!"\n\n"They are <i>not</i> slutty!" you huff, momentarily losing sight of the real issue. Admittedly, they are one of your fancier pairs, black satin with the (somewhat see-through) lace back, but they were one of your only black pairs and you felt you needed black with this costume. Then you give a little yowl of outrage as you feel said panties being peeled down over your rear and slid down your thighs until they're around your knees.\n\n"Whooooa," both boys chorus as they apparently stare at your ass, before you feel a pair of young hands starting to stroke over your (admittedly somewhat large) butt, squeezing to sink his fingers into the yielding flesh. The vampire leans forward and begins to do so as well, both of them rubbing and squeezing, ignoring you as you demand they stop or give little squeals of outrage whenever they squeeze or even occasionally slap.\n\nThe worst of it is, despite your brain being absolutely outraged and mortified by the situation, your body apparently doesn't care... all it cares is that your butt is getting a lot of attention, something you're rather partial to under better circumstances. You can feel heat growing between your legs, and the faint beginnings of wetness. The boy behind you doesn't fail to notice, his fingers moving from your butt down to start exploring the plump lips of your pussy, stroking up and down and even pushing into you.\n\n"Stop... s-stop," you plead, but are highly annoyed that your voice comes out all breathy and heated, so you don't exactly sound very authoritative. You don't actually hear when the boy undoes his zipper, but you certainly notice when he starts rubbing the tip of his cock up and down along your slit. You try to wriggle forward, but he grabs your ass with both hands and pulls you back as he plunges his slender young cock into your pussy.\n\n"Whoa, 'Ben', you're actually fucking her," the vampire boy says in awe as the other boy moans loudly, pressing himself tightly against you and grinding his hips against your ass. Ben doesn't answer, but instead begins thrusting and pumping eagerly. You shudder, feeling his eager prick start to churn you up... it's definitely not huge, but the sheer energy he's putting into fucking you is definitely starting to have an effect.\n\nYou feel a different humiliating jolt go through you as you hear the digital shutter-click of a cellphone camera. Unfortunately, it's combined with the much more physical jolt of being fucked by a horny young boy, and the humiliation only fuels your arousal. The shame of being photographed serves to fuel your shamed pleasure, and a little spark of it goes through you every time you hear the cellphone's camera noise go off.\n\nFinally, you can't take it anymore, and desperately muffle yourself down to a whimper as you climax. Your pussy squeezes around that frantically thrusting young cock, and you hear Ben gasp in shock. Him slipping out is probably as much surprise as anything else, his next thrust sliding his slender young prick along the cleft of your ass, his cum spurting out and spattering over the big pale curves of your buttocks.\n\n"Wh-whoa... that was totally awesome," he murmurs breathlessly, stepping back from you.\n\n"I want my turn now!" 'Dracula' chirps, then turns a bit and puts a hand on the back of your head. "Hey, you better stay like you are... if y'don't, I'll send out these photos, and y'never know but the cops might see them..."\n\n<hr>\n[[You didn't do anything wrong! Refuse!|HollyOctPlaceholder]]\n\n[[Um, that would be bad. Submit.|HollyOctPlaceholder]]

There are several other parties to attend throughout the month, and between blogging and decorating you decide you don't really have the time to arrange a party of your own. Besides, sometimes it's nice to stay in and focus on who the holiday's really for, the kids.\n\nYou decide to stick with a fairly simple outfit, no need to traumatize anyone. You have a nice witch costume that should work just nicely from a few years back! It's a bit late when you discover that the witch costume seems to have morphed into a "sexy witch" costume instead in the intervening time. Made of stretchy black cloth, it has long, loose-ended sleeves, a scooped neck, and a serrated hem, you don't realize quite how long ago you wore this until it's on. The scooped front is quite a bit tighter and shows quite a bit more cleavage than before, and the dress now hugs your hips, the actual hem only coming down to an inch and a half or so below them, with the tips coming further down your thighs.\n\nStill, after a few stretches and bends in front of the mirror, it still covers everything and it's not <i>too</i> titillating. You accessorize it with some orange and black striped stockings, bat-shaped earrings, black high heels and the witch hat that came with the dress originally. You do look a little more like you're going to a singles Halloween party than staying home to hand out candy, but oh well. Kids probably won't even notice.\n\nKids in your neighborhood are pretty dedicated to style, so you're not surprised that it takes until after dark before your doorbell first rings. You click across the entryway tile to the door and open the door, grinning as you immediately hear a duo of near-synchronous "Trickertreat!" It's a pair of boys, both about twelve, one of them wearing a classic vampire costume complete with white facepaint and red-lined black cape, the other wearing green pants and a white and black t-shirt... at first you think he's not even in costume, then you notice the bulky bracer-like thing on one wrist, must be some cartoon character.\n\n"Hey, you guys look great!" you chirp cheerfully, even if you don't recognize the one's costume for the life of you. You turn towards the entryway table... and blink. The pumpkin-style bowl platter you use you'd earlier filled with full-size Snickers and Reese's Cups is nowhere in sight. You glance back and forth, and don't see it anywhere.\n\nYou glance back at the boys and smile sheepishly. That bowl must be <i>somewhere</i> in your home, but for the life of you, you can't remember where it could possibly be other than on the side table where it's supposed to be. You could find it, but have no idea how long it will take you to find it, and it would be ridiculous to ask them to wait. What to do...?\n\n<hr>\n[[Apologize profusely.|HollyOct1x1]]\n\n[["Um... trick?"|HollyOct2x2]]

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

Yeah sure why not? Maybe they'll be testing the next generation of graphics cards and you'll be asked to take one home for testing. (Fat chance but you can dream, right?) You fill out the attached form in the email with the alphanumeric string for PASS, resisting the urge to attach a handful of choice expletives or maybe an insulting meme while you're at it.\n\nYou soon get back an email saying you've been accepted both into the <strike>legalized indentured servitude</strike> Advanced On-The-Job Program and that your application to PASS Inc. is pending. Oh that's just lovely, first they force you to apply and then they play coy about whether they'll accept you or not. Which, as you understand it, is pretty much how they treat their entire approach to the advanced classes so you guess you're just as glad to be avoiding those.\n\nIt's the next day before you get confirmation that you've been accepted to work at PASS. Wheeee. In the meantime you've been looking them up and... there's not a lot to look up. You can find that they exist, and their website with pictures of their local building, and a lot of fairly vague talk about their mission statement and whatnot, but finding out anything that they've actually worked on and released is virtually impossible.\n\n"That means they're a government contractor, dear."\n\n"Ew, seriously?" you say, wrinkling your nose.\n\n"Well I suppose not necessarily, or at least certainly not exclusively," your mother says, waggling her fork a bit as the two of you eat dinner, your father pulling a late night at the office (some executive suddenly became deeply concerned about whether the latest commercials were going to cause enough reactions in peoples' cats). "I suppose it's just as likely that they're who other companies send their half-working concepts to in order to get them working."\n\n"Hm. That'd make sense," you muse aloud after thinking it over. "Like, Sony or Microsoft wouldn't want to admit they were having trouble getting the latest console to work and had to farm it out, so-"\n\n"So they slap an NDA the size of Montana on PASS and have them finish it up, yes, which is why they can't exactly brag about their accomplishments," your mother concludes dryly. "Though let's hope it's something as benign as uncredited video game console tweaks. Be very careful, Cyan, and if anything seems dangerous or morally dubious, just know that you don't have to do it."\n\n"Yeah okay," you agree fairly dismissively, since you don't really see that happening. Sure the American school system is absolutely abhorrent in every other way, but obviously they wouldn't just send students off to work for weapons contractors or something, right?\n\nThe fifteenth rolls around and you show up to the PASS building having done your best to maliciously comply with the dress code, which requires 'slacks, an undershirt, and a collared shirt with no loose drapes, and footwear appropriate for the workplace' by wearing steel-toed workboots, a tight black tanktop with the Black Widow logo on the front, showing because you've left the extremely purple button-up shirt you're wearing both untucked and unbuttoned with the sleeves rolled up, and... black slacks. Yeah you couldn't really figure out a way to maliciously comply with 'slacks' in the time and budget you had. When you get there you find that there's a short wall topped by a taller fence that wasn't on any of the online pictures, but the guard at the gate lets you in without any hassle, and it's a shortish walk to the entrance of the building. You walk into the sort of bland corporate lobby and head to the front desk, the secretary looking you up and down a bit dubiously when you say your name and why you're here. But apparently she decides it's not her job to enforce the dress code, since she just tells you to have a seat while she calls your supervisor in.\n\n'Oh no he's hot,' is your first thought when someone finally comes semi-slouching out of the door near the front desk, rubbing the back of his head nervously. Or should it be 'Oh yay he's hot'? You guess you're not sure yet. His rumpled, thoroughly mussed hair is a steely gray color despite looking like he's only in his thirties or so, or maybe even his late twenties. Of course since his eyes are pink behind his fairly stereotypical nerd glasses (and above the bags under them), maybe it's because he's like a partial albino or something? He is on the pale side, but then so are you. He's wearing khaki slacks and a black shirt that is... definitely not a button-up, more like some sort of V-neck t-shirt that shows off a surprisingly toned chest, and you wonder how much of the appearance of the broad shoulders is the lab coat or him. He's also got some sort of badge on a lanyard around his neck, although you notice it doesn't have his name or picture on it.\n\n<img src="images/Bunny.png">\n\nHe walks over to you and just looks at you for a moment as you stand up, still rubbing the back of his head. "Ah, so you're... Cyan LaChance, right?" he says slowly.\n\n"Yeah," you answer simply with a nod. He seems to be a bit confounded by your clothes, but when you give his shirt a pointed look he grins rather sheepishly. \n\n"Well, solve enough problems for the company and they actually learn to bend a little on the dress code," he says, before proffering you a badge and lanyard like his. "Anyway, I'm Doctor David Bunfeld, welcome to the Red Rover division."\n\n"Cute name," you say as you loop the lanyard over your head, not bothering to clarify whether you mean the team or his, especially when he blushes a little bit.\n\nAfter a moment of standing there awkwardly, he turns and heads back towards the door, with you trotting along after him. "I'm afraid you haven't been assigned to anything particularly glamorous," Doctor Bun (heheh) explains as he leads you through a lot of very expensive-but-bland looking hallways. "The Red Rover division are basically the company's jack-of-all-trades people who go where any particular project needs extra hands or troubleshooting or there's just no one else who's available to work on it. It means a lot of long hours... though you won't need to worry about that since you're strictly capped at four hours a day... and not a lot of consistency, among other things, but at least it's not boring. Usually."\n\n"Huh. So are there a lot of people in this division?" you ask as he shows you into a slightly messy but decently large office with, besides the usual desks (two) and chairs and filing cabinets also has what looks like a workbench and a fully-featured design and modeling desk, the tablet immediately attracting your rather covetous gaze.\n\n"In this branch? Two," he says, holding up two fingers.\n\n"Oh." You blink, glancing at the two desks. "So where's the other person?"\n\n"I was including you."\n\nOof. So at least he came by those eyebags honestly, you guess, not staying up late reading light novels or something. (Not... that you'd know anything about that.) "Erm. I see. Y'know I'm not super technical," you admit, rolling a hand around. "I mean I can troubleshoot or put together a PC kinda decently but-"\n\n"Well to be frank you're here more to just be a general assistant for me," he says, grinning a little again. At your flat expression he nudges his glasses up on his nose. "I know, I know. I got the whole speech about 'helping young minds grow' too but the subtext was that you're here to clean the office and make coffee. Don't worry, I promise not to treat you like a slave. The truth is I really could use a helping hand, and if I can manage hopefully I really can teach you some things you'll find useful. If nothing else about 3D modeling maybe?" he suggests, thumbing towards the art desk.\n\nYou try not to be too obvious about perking up. "That'd be cool, yeah!"\n\nDoctor Bun (as you admit you've started thinking of him) nods once. "Great. It'll be a little while before you're granted security clearance to come into the actual work areas and help out there, so until then you'll mostly be hanging out here in my office. There's a break area down the hall that's kept pretty well-stocked, and I went ahead and installed a handful of games on that computer there so you don't have to be bored out of your mind when I don't have anything for you to do."\n\n'Okay no one told me falling in love would be a hazard of this,' you think with a grin (and like at least 95% in jest). "That's really cool of you, thanks. So what should I do first?"\n\n"... ah..." He glances around, rubbing the back of his head a bit. "... do you think you could... clean up the office and make coffee...?" he murmurs sheepishly.\n\n<hr>\n[[... Yeahsure.|GGClass2x3]]\n\n[[Hm. How about... something more fun?|GGClass]]

-Update 1-\n* <b>Main:</b> Jamie's mom can now suggest he go to [[Camp Cross|QOFam1x3]] after waking up as an incubus.\n* <b>Main:</b>: Jamie can [[mutter vaguely|QOSchool5x2]] after bumping into Gideon.\n* <b>Main:</b> Jamie can follow Kevin's suggestion that they go [[downtown|QOKevActivities]].\n-Update 2-\n* More of Jamie and Vex (from the "downtown" link above).\n* <b>Main</b>: Eric can now use the [[basic aphrodisiac|RanDeb1x7]] on Ranma.\n* <b>Main</b>: Jamie can now say he wants to be [[even girlier|QOBro2x6]] for Will.\n-Update 3-\n* <b>Main:</b> Space bounty hunter Cyan can now [[follow|GGMS2x3]] the craft identified as a Reeping One contact.\n-Update 4-\n* <b>Main:</b> Monk Cyan can now [[give in|GGMonk10x1]] to the lust caused by Aerienne's fireball.\n* <b>Main:</b> Jamie can now tell the incubus that for his wish, he wants to be [[like the incubus|QOInc1x9]].\n* <b>Main:</b> All options are now available when Jamie and Will are discussing [[Will's sexual prowess|QOBro2x1]].\n* <b>Main:</b> When playing with the magic book, Jamie can suggest the section on altering [[society|QOBook14x1]].

"We should focus on the activities, the party won't be good if everyone's bored all day waiting for the fireworks," you say.\n\n"Yeah, that makes sense, there's a loooot of Fourth before dark," Tanya allows with a nod. "I can set up a nice array of activities, but then there should also be one that we put center stage, as it were. Thoughts?"\n\n<hr>\n[["Something charitable."|HolJuly]]\n\n[["Something adorable."|HolJuly]]\n\n[["Something family friendly."|HolJuly]]\n\n[["Something raunchy."|HolJuly]]

"How do you take it?" you say with a small sigh.\n\n"Black. I've had too many... issues... with forgotten cups and cream," he mutters, nudging his glasses up again.\n\nAnd so begins your time as Doctor Bun's gopher, essentially. Which, honestly, wouldn't be so bad... if you were getting paid for it. It still chaps your ass pretty bad that you're required to show up every day and spend four hours basically doing unpaid scut work, cleaning up, doing a bit of data entry, fetching things from the parts of the building you have access to, occasionally taking notes or writing letters, pretty much all the sort of secretarial-ass stuff you'd had yourself prepared for. You do in fact have plenty of time to sit around and play games on your work computer though... which, again, means that if you were getting paid for this it would be a super sweet gig, but alas.\n\nThe true bright spot is that Doctor Bun is a super sweet guy and you may in fact wind up harboring a minor crush on him after a few weeks. He's just generally nice, fairly easy to talk to, and the two of you share a lot of interests (as much as possible with the age gap and him apparently having little enough time for recreation). Also as good as his word he doesn't work you like a slave, and whenever he sees an opportunity he does teach you some things, as said about 3D modeling (alas nothing like how to get the perfect amount of jiggle into a half-hard elegantly-rendered horsecock but you can learn to apply those lessons yourself you guess), and even occasional things about electrical and chemical engineering. (Again probably nothing so useful that you'd be able to start up your own brightly-colored meth empire, but a girl can dream.)\n\nAt one point you muster up the courage to ask him, albeit keeping it calm and breezy, "So if you don't even have time to watch TV or read, how do you stay so... ah... ripped?" you say, sneaking a glance down his shirt collar at his toned chest.\n\n"Mm? Oh. Well I spend so much time overworking that when it finally is time to sleep, a lot of times my brain is overstimulated by various things, including the feel of being tired," Doctor Bun admits sheepishly, taking his glasses off and rubbing the bridge of his nose. "About the only way I've found to actually get to sleep is an intense workout until I'm as physically exhausted as I am mentally, so that I can essentially crash."\n\n"Ohhhh." A nerd with a practical use for a home gym. You wouldn't exactly mind if he did a bit of intense working out with you before sleeping. Ahem. Maybe you should start, like, doing pushups and stuff before bed too...\n\nIt's some weeks before he walks in one day, saying, "Ah good, you're here. I just got word your security clearance has come through, and just in time. I've been put on a new project and I could really use an extra pair of hands on it."\n\n"Huh, 'kay," you say, closing out your current idle game without bothering to save (you hadn't done anything in a while anyway) and standing up to walk over. "Do I need a new badge or something?"\n\n"No, the system just updates your current one," he says, beckoning as he turns and semi-slouches his way down the hall again. \n\n"Hunh. Y'know I always kind of thought it was weird that they don't have our names or pictures on them," you note. "Especially since security's apparently a big deal?"\n\n"The computer system matches the badge to the person through various methods, it eliminates a ton of human failure points in the security system," Doctor Bun says with a shrug. "Anyone who's ever watched a TV show or read a book knows at least three ways of getting around ID photos and magnetic strips without ever once having to counterfeit a thing, so we just skip that with cards that have a lot more biometric data on them."\n\n"Hunh. Must be a pretty advanced computer system."\n\n"Mm," he 'mms' distantly. Apparently something he's not supposed to talk about. In any event, the two of you do pass through several more secure-looking doors, which still slide open without hesitation at your approach. "Okay, here we are," he says, actually putting his hand against the pad of the next door to open it deliberately, then stepping through.\n\n<hr>\n[[Is that a friggin' cryo-pod?|GGZA1x1]]\n\n[[... It's a hole in the ground.|GGClass]]\n\n[[Death ray?!|GGClass]]

"We... we can't do that," you murmur, after a moment of shocked thought. "I don't know if all of this is really real or not, but no way we can let those... those <i>things</i> have even more advanced super science than they've already got their claws on, who knows what they'd do with it." You glance at Jane, and receive a small, terse nod of agreement.\n\n"Oh, it's okay, I sometimes start wondering if the world is real too," Callie says cheerfully, giving herself a light rap on the side of the head. "After you've sucked your tenth raptor dick, you start wondering if this is the real life, or is this fantasy." She pauses, then begins singing, "Caught in a landslide, no escape from reality!"\n\nBefore Callie can continue to get her Queen on, the only door of the office slides open, making all three of you jump a little. A raptor looms in the doorway, nostrils flaring as it snorts. Since Callie pointed it out, you can make out that the stripe running down its back is a bit more squarish, practically a rectangle as it goes over the top of its head and along the start of its muzzle. Its head turns as it scans over all three of you, before it focuses on Callie and gives a demanding-sounding hoot.\n\n"Nope, still won't do it," she answers it plainly enough, shaking her head.\n\nThe raptor doesn't exactly look displeased. In fact you're pretty sure it gives that same smirk it had when it gassed(?) you earlier. It reaches off to the side with a forelimb and tosses a trio of silver-wrapped MREs and what looks like a children's book in the general direction of you and Callie, causing you to duck to keep from being hit in the head by the thin volume. By the time you've righted yourself the door's hissed closed.\n\n"What the hell?" you mutter in bewilderment, reaching over to pick up one of the packets and the book.\n\n"Like I said, they're pretty smart, it's probably some kind of psychological warfare," Callie answers with that seemingly endless good cheer, ripping open an MRE and pulling out a candy bar to munch.\n\nEyeing her curiously, you then look at the title of the book, wondering where they even found a copy of...\n\n<hr>\n[[... The Three Little Pigs.|Sauria22x1]]\n\n[[... Old MacDonald's Farm.|Sauria7x10]]\n\n[[... Curious George.|SauriaPlaceholder]]

"Maybe they gave out cards, or authenticators, or... something," you theorize, eyeing the keypad. "We should hurry, though, we don't know when those three we saw awhile back will finish up and start wandering around or something. I'll search the secretary's desk, you go check those clothes and stuff we saw back at the genetics lab entry."\n\nNodding, Jane hefts her rifle and heads back the way the two of you came. You head over to the desk and start skimming through the spilled pens and papers, then opening desk drawers and shuffling through their contents, looking for post-its, cards, keychains, anything that might have the password written down or displayed. Though you try to keep your attention split between your searching and keeping an eye and ear out for trouble, you soon become absorbed in your task. After going through each drawer twice and finding nothing, you're seriously considering righting the flatscreen monitor and trying to boot up the computer when you look up and find yourself face-to-muzzle with a raptor.\n\nSomething in your brain reacts to the shock by completely shutting down your normal reactions, so all that happens is your mouth dropping open like some surprised rube. The raptor's lips curl up in what distinctly looks like a smirk before it raises one forelimb and you hear a hissing noise. The view of its leathery brown face swims and you slump downward into darkness.\n\nYou come to laying on the floor, feeling like your head's packed in slightly damp cotton. Trying to shake off the sensation, you remember what you saw before you passed out and give a jolt, quickly checking yourself over. You seem whole and unmolested, though all your gear is gone, leaving you in just your bodysuit. You look around and find that you're in some sort of small office or computer lab, though it looks like all the equipment has been removed, leaving it in a state of mildly barren disarray. Jane is slumped against a wall nearby, looking as groggy as you felt a moment ago. Sitting nearby, her legs folded, is a pale-skinned woman in her twenties, her build slender and hair dark, green eyes shown off by the thick-rimmed squarish glasses she's wearing. She's wearing nothing but a pair of white panties and a white sports bra, showing off skin that looks smeared with... something.\n\n"Hi!" she greets cheerfully, waving one hand. "Been awhile since there's been other prisoners! My name's Callie, what's yours?"\n\n"Um... Sam. ... Prisoners?" You rub your head, trying to help bring back some focus. "The... the <i>raptors</i> have taken us prisoner?"\n\n"Oh sure. Some of them... you can tell by the blockiness of the stripe on their back... are what we called 'brain raptors' before, y'know, the whole 'dino apocalypse' thing," she continues, waggling her hands around to somehow indicate complete chaos. "They've got increased brainmass and a more developed cerebral cortex overall than the regular kind."\n\n"Are you saying," Jane rasps, her somewhat glazed eyes narrowing in a glare at the scientist. "That you took one of the smartest predators in prehistory... and you made it smarter?"\n\n"It was for Alzheimer's research," Callie replies in a defensive tone, putting a hand to her chest as if offended.\n\n"Look, nevermind that right now." You wave a hand, trying to cut off the argument before it gets started. "If they took us prisoner rather than just doing... whatever... to us, they must have a reason. Any idea what it is?"\n\n"Well. They've figured out how to work a lot of the equipment, to be honest," Callie says, tapping her cheek and glancing upward. "But some of the more experimental stuff, or the stuff with high-level lockdowns on it, or with really precise controls, I don't think they can manage that. They seem to have been trying to get me to work it for them or show them how. Maybe they figured you two would convince me or something."\n\n<hr>\n[[No way we're doing that.|Sauria7x9]]\n\n[[Sure, fine, whatever they want.|Sauria21x1]]

No more genetics lab computers, no more genetics lab, you figure, gesturing for Jane to take the left hallway. The two of you set off, following the curving hallway until you arrive in some sort of lobby area. It doesn't look like this place has been thrashed as severely as the rest of the facility... one of the potted plants has been overturned and the stuff on the (presumably) secretary's desk has been scattered around, but otherwise it's fairly whole. Even the lights are on, if dimmer than you imagine they'd usually be, and one bank of them gives a little flicker every so often. You wonder if dinos just haven't been thrashing around in here as much... or if they've actually been taking care to leave the place relatively whole?\n\nJane looks around the area, then finally rises out of her crouch. You do the same, your legs and back aching in thanks at returning to their normal stance. Jane trots over to the door set across the room from the hallway, a sliding metal job with a keypad. "It's not alphanumeric... so it's not like we can even guess that the password is 'dino69' or something. If we can't figure out the password, we're going to have to try something else." \n\n<hr>\n[[Examine the keypad.|SauriaPlaceholder]]\n\n[[Look for the passcode.|Sauria7x8]]\n\n[[Give up, try something else.|SauriaPlaceholder]]

Jane starts to step forward, but something makes you reach out and grab her arm to halt her. She tosses you an annoyed glance, but you shake your head and hunker down. You're not sure if it's wariness, fear, or something else warning you, but you slink down further and press your back to the wall, making it clear you're not going anywhere. Jane huffs and after a moment copies your posture.\n\nBoth of you listen to the woman moaning and gasping and the raptor grunting and trilling, and occasionally the faint sound of the dino's cock pumping into her wet cunt. It's only thirty seconds or so, but you find yourself almost yielding to the temptation to slip your hand down and start rubbing your pussy through your bodysuit, the gray material clinging to your folds tightly. Then you hear quiet clicks and thumps, and Jane nudges even more firmly up against your side and into the shadows below the window.\n\nA pair of raptors come walking down the hall, making little noises at each other, their cocks hard and swaying beneath them. Both are looking right at the door, apparently having been headed there this entire time. You let out a little rush of breath, realizing that if the two of you had tried to move on you likely would have walked right into them. One of them pauses and cocks its head a little bit, and you quickly go as still and silent as you possibly can. After only a heartbeat, the raptor follows its companion, apparently more intent on a sure thing than checking out vague possibilities.\n\nOnce they're inside, the second one in slamming the door closed with a quick thwack of its tail, you and Jane both risk another glance through the window. The raptor already fucking the woman gives a few greeting honks as it pulls out and steps back, apparently settling in to watch. One of the newly-arrived raptors leaps agilely up onto the table, drags the woman further onto it and flips her over, pulling her up enough to stuff its bestial dick past her lips and down her throat. Giving a hoot of eagerness, the second one leaps onto the table as well, its clawed forelimbs reaching out to lift her ass into position so it can thrust into her already well-used pussy.\n\nJane gestures for you to get down, then drops to all fours to crawl past the window and door, apparently wanting to minimize the risk of any of the three seeing the tops of your heads bobbling past. Once again you copy her, though this time you get a rather... interesting... view. Under the shirt-skirt, the crotch of Jane's bodysuit has been torn away, giving you a fairly clear view of her pussy... and the way it gleams in the dim light, as well as the wet streaks on the grey cloth still covering her thighs, indicate her current state. Looks like she wasn't exactly unaffected by the smell (or sight) from the office either.\n\nOnce the two of you are well away from the office, Jane pushes herself back up into her semi-squat position and resumes walking, with you doing likewise. You notice her cheeks are red and wonder if she's embarrassed at knowing you likely saw... well, what you saw. You're still trying to decide how you even feel about what you saw when you finally arrive at a large hallway arch reading "Genetics Lab". It looks like the raptors probably caught some employees here at one time... there are torn clothes and a few other items scattered around, though thankfully there's little to no blood on anything, indicating that it was more of an orgy than a buffet.\n\nThere are three hallways branching off, one to either side and one straight ahead, each with a silvery sign set into the wall with an arrow: "Design & Monitoring", "Implementation", and "Embryo Storage". The first two are a bit confusing, but after a moment's thought you figure out that the first must be the computers where they do the actual, well, designing of DNA, and the second must be where all the lab equipment actually is. Embryo Storage is at least obvious... that must be where they stick the newly-created monsters before they're actually put into an egg to be grown and hatched.\n\n<hr>\n[[Go to Design & Monitoring.|Sauria7x7]]\n\n[[Go to Implementation.|SauriaPlaceholder]]\n\n[[Go to Embryo Storage.|SauriaPlaceholder]]

"Here, the genetics lab," you murmur quietly, pointing to the labeled area on the map. "If we can shut it down or destroy it or something, that's the end of creating more dinos. Hopefully that will count as a win for the scenario."\n\nJane wanders over and looks at the map over her shoulder, probably wondering if there's any way to take it with you, but settling for staring at it long and hard when she realizes it's too big. Finally she nods and turns towards one of the hallways, murmuring to you, "Do your best to keep low, avoid kicking anything around, and follow close but not too close."\n\nNodding, you fall in behind her, trying to copy her half-squatting gait and succeeding after a few minutes of practice. The two of you move carefully through the dimly-lit hallways, Jane leading the way towards the genetics labs, you trying your best to watch her back. Every so often there will be a screeching or honking noise from somewhere, making you jump and Jane freeze up. Each time, though, she just waves you on after a minute, apparently determining that the calls came from somewhere far enough in the facility to ignore.\n\nEventually, however, both of you stop at hearing a much closer and more steady noise. Low, regular animalistic grunting and trilling sounds from ahead, mixed up with distinctly more human-sounding moans. Jane gestures for you to stop, then crouches down further, proceeding a careful step at a time, the noises becoming steadily louder. You can even smell something... strange, musky and animal, and something else, but all of it distinctly sexual. You feel yourself flush, and try not to be distracted by the rush of arousal that passes through your body. After a moment, Jane carefully peeks up through the window set in the wall you're squatting beside, and you copy her.\n\nInside is some sort of office or conference room, at one point obviously nicely-appointed but now with most of the chairs overturned and the wall hangings knocked about. The conference table is still upright though, a naked woman on her back atop it, her hands gripping at the edges. Her large breasts sway atop her chest as a raptor pumps into its pussy, the beast's leathery lips parted in a toothy grin as it fucks her. She certainly doesn't seem to be resisting, either... in fact from the loud moans and the wetness gleaming on her thighs and the raptor's large, bright red and veiny cock, she gives every indication of enjoying herself. Every so often the raptor raises its head and gives a hoot or trill of what's obviously pleasure, or simply looks down at her and rumbles or grunts in undeniably masculine fashion, whatever its species.\n\nWell, looks like Jane definitely wasn't kidding about these things being horny and liking human girls. It's even holding onto her thighs to keep them spread and have a good grip as it fucks her! The smell, even from out here, is almost overpowering too, and you've got to figure the effect it's having on you must be some sort of... biological agent they emit, or something. Anyway, it looks pretty busy... but then again, who knows what might attract its attention...?\n\n<hr>\n[[Try to rescue the woman.|SauriaPlaceholder]]\n\n[[Hurry on.|SauriaPlaceholder]]\n\n[[Wait.|Sauria7x6]]

Knowing better than to just wander towards strange sounds, you instead hiss out "Jane!" She immediately stops and looks towards you, and you give your head a little jerk towards the bush. She narrows her eyes and aims her rifle towards it, and you belatedly do the same.\n\nWith a screech and a flurry of leaves, the raptor leaps from its hiding spot. It looks a lot like the ones you remember from the first Jurassic Park movie... big, probably a bit bigger than you are, unfeathered leathery skin that's brown with almost tiger-like stripes running out from the thick black line running down its back. You take all that in before it lands between the two of you.\n\nYou yelp in surprise and stumble backwards, trying to aim your weapon, hesitating when you remember that Jane's on the other side of the thing. When it turns towards you, you stumble and fall on your ass, and the raptor focuses on you completely, taking a step forward.\n\nThere's a thunderous roar and the dinosaur jerks in place, its head wagging back and forth wildly as if it were trying to shake off something, before it collapses limply to the ground, revealing the gaping wound in the back of its skull. Jane trots forward, grabbing your arm and hauling you to your feet. "The back of the head, where the spine meets the skull, or close to where the throat meets the muzzle from below, those are the only two spots that put them down right away. Remember it." Working what you didn't realize was a shotgun slide on the underside of the rifle, Jane swears under her breath. "I was hoping to get further before we had to fire, they'll have definitely heard us. Come on."\n\nStill shaking a little at your first brush with a very real and obviously hostile dino, you follow Jane through the shattered glass of the front doors and into the lobby. Both of you take in the rubble-strewn dimness, the lights above flickering, a few of them still on, before Jane indicates a facility map attached to the back wall. "Figure out where we ought to go, I'll cover you."\n\nHurrying over to the map behind somewhat cracked safety glass, you scan over it, trying to decide what seems like a good idea.\n\n<hr>\n[[Genetics lab.|Sauria7x5]]\n\n[[Central Computer Lab.|Sauria13x1]]\n\n[[Hatchery.|Sauria14x1]]

"Right path, the breeding facility was definitely more in that direction."\n\nNodding, Jane guides the jeep to the right, zooming along the sometimes somewhat overgrown road, the jeep shimmying a little as it drives over the thick vines that have begun creeping across the pavement with the island apparently unmanned. Soon the facility is visible, the white stone building elegantly designed despite the fact that it would probably have been millions of dollars cheaper just to make it a big concrete bunker. Oh well, gotta show off that budget, you guess. Somehow it evokes the sense of every big mad science building ever, with the round central area with curving wings of the building coming off on either side... wonder why those two design elements are so popular?\n\nJane pulls the jeep right up to the front steps of the building, then peers cautiously out the windows for long moments before giving you a nod and piling out, her rifle raised and at the ready. You scramble out of the jeep as well, scanning the opposite area. It's still quiet, little more than birds cawing out in the jungle for noise... you've still yet to even see a dinosaur, much less be attacked by one, and it's an effort to force yourself to believe the threat is real.\n\nAs Jane starts moving towards the entrance of the building and you follow, you hear a rustling in the bushes to one side of the steps. You whip around to face them, but don't see anything. Glancing at Jane, she doesn't seem to have noticed, moving slowly and trying to split her attention between the doors ahead and the parking lot behind her.\n\n<hr>\n[[Go check it out.|SauriaPlaceholder]]\n\n[["Go check it out"? Have you ever even SEEN a horror/action movie?!|Sauria7x4]]

"Hey," you whisper, getting a sharp, annoyed look in return. "Why don't we take one of the jeeps...?"\n\n"No keys," she hisses back. "There weren't any in the building that I could find."\n\n"Here, cover me," you reply, hurrying over to one of the jeeps. Jane curses but follows after you, trying to keep on guard in the wide open parking lot as you go to one knee, hand searching inside a forward wheel well. Finding nothing, you scoot over to the back one and repeat the motion. Giving a noise of accomplishment, you pull off a little black box and hold it up.\n\n"Dammit, why didn't I think of that?" Jane growls, catching the box as you toss it to her and sliding it open, pulling the key out. Soon she's behind the wheel and you're riding shotgun, though of course it's the first time you've ever done that while holding an actual gun. "We'll have to hope that the speed makes up for any warning the noise will give them."\n\n"I haven't even seen any of them, yet," you observe, watching out the window as jungle-like vegetation streams by outside.\n\n"Most of the predatory ones hunker down and hide during the day, and most of the big herbivores are out in the more open parts of the island closer to the center. But even that's not a guarantee," Jane answers, sharp eyes trying to watch the road and the area around it. "And a bunch of them are weird 'mutants' or whatever. I think whatever scientists made this place had perverted minds."\n\nAfter several more minutes, Jane swears quietly and lets the jeep slow to a halt in front of a fork in the road, the paths barely diverging. "Great. We should have brought the map with us, what was I thinking? Do you remember which way the breeding facility was?"\n\n<hr>\n[[Right.|Sauria7x3]]\n\n[[Left.|Sauria9x1]]

"I think you're right, the breeding facility is the most likely thing to 'win' the scenario if we go by action movie logic," you agree, looking at the last circle. "I mean that's always the big thing, right? Destroy the scientific innovation to humble ourselves before nature or whatever?"\n\n"If you say so, I never exactly looked into the meaning of this kind of stuff. I was in the fuckin' choir before I came to this stupid attraction," Jane says with a sigh. She glances at her wrist to check the time. "We've still got at least five hours of light, we'd probably better get started."\n\n"No time like the present," you agree, standing up. Then you pause and glance at the map. "Maybe we should combine plans? Raid the armory, then go to the breeding facility?"\n\n"Never work." Jan shakes her head as she walks over to a stack of magazines and starts slipping them into pouches on her belt. After a moment you head over and start to do the same, finding any spot to tuck an extra reload. "Raptors patrol the whole island, and like I said they're scary smart. They communicate too. There's no way to break into the armory without them noticing, and if we succeeded they'd probably surround the entire facility. The armory'd be great if we were going to hole up there or just come right back here after, but trying to hit it and then traveling all the way into the center of the island would be suicide. No, we'll have to hope we catch them by surprise by turning up there."\n\nAfter moving the shelves out of the way again, the two of you head back into the hallways. This time you're a little more on-guard, rifle at the ready as you follow Jane back towards the lobby. She leans against the door and stares out for a good long while, before finally nodding to you and pushing the door open, heading out into the parking lot.\n\nAs you follow her, you notice that there are several intact jeeps in garish green and orange paintjobs, complete with reptile scale patterns on the green bits. Jane doesn't seem to be giving them a second glance, but you recall that the road runs all the way to the breeding facility.\n\n<hr>\n[[Suggest taking a jeep.|Sauria7x2]]\n\n[[Trust her judgment.|SauriaPlaceholder]]

"Exploring the country and seeing what I can learn does sound pretty fun," you muse aloud. There's some vague realization that this would mean leaving your family and friends behind with them possibly never knowing what happened to you... ... but eh.\n\n"Oh, I imagine it would be! When I first started out, I considered becoming a roving witch... ah, being in a new place each day, new opportunities for mischief and victims, no schedule or responsibilities but your empty stomach and your stiff cock." Tandy squeezes Mandy's ass as she reflects on the thoughts of yesterdays gone, before giving it a light smack as she continues. "Buuut I knew what I wanted to do, and ultimately didn't see any point to putting it off. Now, I'll go put you together some things," she continues, lifting Mandy up off of her cock before she stands. "Why don't you dump a load in my cute assistant here so you'll be able to fit into your pants comfortably?"\n\nYou grin as the solemn-faced woman walks over and, without a word, straddles herself, your hands grabbing her ass and hauling her down as she slides down on your cock with only the slightest 'mmf'. "Thanks, I really appreciate this," you answer, even as you begin thrusting your hips up hard, fucking up into Mandy's already cum-filled cunt as the expressionless girl rides you with body motions of long experience and a look of mild boredom.\n\nBy the time Tandy returns, you've actually dumped two loads into Mandy, and lift her up to let your half-soft cock slip out of her amidst a spurt of cum. Tandy proffers you a damp towel to wipe down with, before starting to pass you articles of clothing... loose, durable black pants with a number of pockets (no panties, but apparently that's not a big deal... heh, probably just slow you down out there), a navy blue hoodie, some fairly hefty socks and a pair of sturdy boots, and a brown leather messenger bag that Tandy holds up instead of handing right to you.\n\n"Now, I've put some basic magic books, a few minor magic items, a handful of mundane helpful items and a little bit of money in here. Other than that, you're on your own... fending for yourself is, after all, a part of being a witch on the road! Oh, one important thing." She lifts a side flap and takes out something that looks like a plastic recreation of one of those extra-large Tootsie Rolls. "This is a summoning wand. Activate it by pressing this button here, and Mandy will pop over to you as soon as she's available. Now, while I know her holes are quite nice, dear, what this is meant for is when you have something or someone to give me. I'll authorize a set of rewards Mandy can give you, she knows what things are worth. So, you know, if you find anything you think I'd like... artifacts, interesting new candies, people... and you've got them ready to turn over to someone, just summon Mandy up, she'll pop over to take possession, and give you your reward."\n\n"Huh, neat," you acknowledge, taking the bag as Tandy actually proffers it and looping it over your head and shoulder. "So basically if they're all ready to hand over and only then?"\n\n"Yes, dear, please don't put my dear Mandy in any danger by calling her up to help you take possession of something or get you out of a jam, I'd be rather cross." Tandy's eyes glitter for just a moment, and even though she's smiling you definitely get the sense you don't want to make her cross. Not at this point in your development as a witch. "But nevermind! Here, let me help you get started. I've got a teleport set up for... well, not exactly this sort of occasion, but it will work for this. So, off you go, enjoy, see you later!"\n\nWith that she snaps her fingers, and you abruptly find yourself standing in the middle of nowhere. ... Well, not strictly the middle of nowhere. There's a decent paved two-lane road behind you and some signs of fencing nearby and structures off in the distance, so you're not entirely removed from civilization. The air is a bit cool so you figure you're somewhere in the northwest... other than that, who knows, Tandy apparently didn't include your phone with your new clothes or things so you can't check your GPS. "... Eh." Shrugging a bit, you pick a direction largely at random and start walking along the side of the road, fishing a small leather-bound volume out of the bag and starting to read as you walk.\n\nThe beginner's magic book is actually quite informative, and you have no real problems understanding it... it's like your brain's hungry for the information, soaking it up greedily like a bit of dry garlic bread going for the last smears of slightly too watery marinara sauce. (Your mother is not great at Italian cooking.) Minor mental changes seem to be pretty easy... 'Jedi Mind Trick' level stuff, on those who are weak-minded or not expecting it. It's also apparently easy to induce states that people (and creatures) naturally fall into anyway, like hunger, greed, horniness, fear, and so on with it becoming more difficult the less the emotion suits the situation. Apparently transformation magic is also surprisingly easy... as long as no one's around to see it. Apparently it gets harder the more people are around and the more public the venue is, or the more out-there you want to make the transformation. \n\nYou continue walking and reading, learning those spells and a handful of other related ones, until you realize it's starting to get dark. Paying a bit more attention to your surroundings again, you realize nothing's really changed... if anything it seems a bit more remote, with mountains faintly visible in the distance. Hm, it'll be full dark soon, unless you missed your guess, and you suppose it would be wise to decide what to do with yourself for the night, since Tandy didn't plunk you down near a hotel. You take a longer look around, and notice that a bit of the way off the road, someone's built a campfire... the dimness of the evening and distance is just enough that you can't see them clearly, but hey, a fire's a fire. You also notice that way back behind you, there's a set of headlights on the road for the first time since you got on it. You could probably catch a ride, if you tried.\n\n<hr>\n[[Approach the camper.|RoadWitch1x2]]\n\n[[Hitchhike.|RoadWitch]]

Hm, fewer variables with this, you figure... it is your first night out on your own, even if it is with a bunch of cool magical powers. You turn away from the road and head towards the fire, keeping up an easy pace.\n\nAmong the things improved by your transformation is your eyesight, so you can pick out the camper before they see you... she looks like she's a girl about your own age, with dark hair pulled back in a ponytail, wearing clothes not entirely dissimilar to yours and sitting near a pack... looks like she also prepared to go on the road, if not quite as thoroughly as Tandy prepared you. She has a dog with her... looks like it's probably part or mostly German Shepherd with maybe a bit of one or two other things in there. You can see its head come up and turn towards you as it probably catches a scent on the breeze, and you're briefly worried it'll get all ticked off... aren't dogs supposed to sense witches or something? ... Not your kind of witch, since all it does is sit there watching you approach and give a bit of a 'boof', making the girl look as well. Since you figure you're probably decently in sight now, you give a wave of greeting, and receive a tentative one in turn.\n\nYou can see her relax a bit when she realizes it's another girl her age, and once you get close she actually gives you a bit of a smile and says, "Uh, hey."\n\n"Hi. Mind if I have a seat?" you ask, gesturing to the fireside.\n\n"Oh, sure, go ahead. Um, my name's Jane." She gestures to the dog, who still seems to be sizing you up. "That's Dozer."\n\n"Cyan." You settle down to one side of the fire with her, unlooping your bag to set it down as well. You give her a bit of a smile and say, "I hit some, y'know, circumstances and had to leave home." Which is very broadly true, with the most bending of it being on the 'had to'.\n\nJane nods slowly, seeming to relax a little more. "Yeah. Me too. I mean..." She glances at the dog, her smile turning wan. "It sounds stupid, but my parents were moving overseas and they wanted to... send Dozer to a farm," she says, the bitter edge to her voice saying she didn't buy that he'd be romping through fields once they drove away with him. She looks back at you and gives a shrug. "I mean, it probably sounds stupid, but he's been with me literally as long as I can remember. I couldn't let them do that... the fact that they <i>would</i> just because it was easier and cheaper than the quarantine stuff made the decision a lot easier."\n\nYou nod, pushing a sympathetic expression onto your face. ... It's not that you're <i>un</i>moved, exactly, it's certainly the sort of situation that would have struck deeply before you were changed. You kind of get the impression that's mostly where any lingering sentiment over the story comes from, though, you knowing that you would have that reaction if you hadn't become a wicked witch. Ah, but speaking of being a wicked witch... what to do? You've found a lovely chance to try out your powers, and you guess the answer is that you can pretty much do whatever you want...\n\n<hr>\n[[Fuck her.|RoadWitch1x3]]\n\n[[Help her.|RoadWitch2x1]]\n\n[["Help" her.|RoadWitch]]

You're looking for where Mix got to, not what your boss is up to after hours... well, you're assuming that Mix isn't in there causing those noises. Admittedly if you don't find her anywhere else, you might take a peek, but...\n\nYou pad quietly out into the forward area that includes the entryway and the social areas. She's not sitting reading or anything. You're on your way towards the doorway to the outside showers when you hear something coming from the guys' dorm hallway. Wait, was that Mix's voice?\n\n"Mmmyeaaah!"\n\n... Yup, Mix's voice. As you walk down the hall, the sounds of obvious sex get louder and louder, making your face heat as you approach. One of the room doors is practically half open... there's no need to carefully position yourself to peek through, just pressing to the wall and poking your head carefully around the doorframe is enough as you try not to be spotted.\n\nThe room is larger than yours, obviously intended to sleep four or so and serve them as a private area. But there's at least a dozen men in the room right now, sitting on beds or standing around, all of them naked and stroking their cocks... the shapes, colors, and exact sizes vary, but 'long and thick' seems to be something every single one of the convict farmhands has in common. And there, in the center of the room amidst the beds, is Mix. She's sandwiched between two guys, the one above eagerly pumping into her ass while the one below can mostly just bump upwards with his hips while fondling her green tits. Another guy is fucking her mouth almost as eagerly as the one on the other side is pounding her asshole, his balls slapping against her chin with every thrust. And she's just as eagerly stroking and jerking two guys on either side of her, their cocks dribbling surprisngly large amounts of clear pre all over her fingers and down her wrists.\n\n"Pfwah!" Mix gasps out as she pulls her head back enough for the guy in front of her to slip out, his thrusts rubbing his prick all over her face and smearing her own saliva over her skin. "Ohhh fuck yeah, this is the one part of farm life I definitely missed!" she moans happily, before moving to shove her mouth and throat over that prick again and bobbing rapidly, even as the guys to the sides of her start spurting thick, gooey loads all over her sides and back, creamy white dribbling down over her fingers as well.\n\nOh, uh, wow.\n\n<hr>\n[[Hurry back.|GGOri]]\n\n[[Keep watching.|GGOri]]\n\n[[Go in.|GGOri]]

Hm, why get fancy right out of the gate? Just some good old-fashioned surprise sex is plenty for the first time. Grinning, you concentrate on mentally forming the spell arrays in the book and subtly flick your fingers. Dozer immediately goes into fliptop jaw mode yawning, before curling up around himself and settling into sleep. Jane's right in the midst of giving him a fond look when you pounce on her.\n\n"H-hey! Cyan, stop!" she yelps, looking at you in shock, then quickly and furtively glancing at Dozer as you wrestle with her. The dog doesn't so much at twitch at the sounds of the tussle and her yelp, though, which seems to surprise her into momentary inaction as much as anything else. \n\nYou're already quite a bit stronger than she is anyway, so with that it's easy enough to haul her around onto all fours, gripping her ponytail with one hand and using the other to grab her jeans, yanking them down and back and forth roughly, getting them down around the tops of her thighs with just a few tugs. Maybe the fact that a very obvious girl is doing this is what keeps her shocked into further stillness, since you have plenty of time to undo the front of your own pants, using that hand to aim before shoving most of your long, thick prick into her in a single thrust.\n\nJane cries out loudly at suddenly being filled with cock, and you shift your grip to her waist and begin thrusting hard, not holding back in the least on fucking her as rough as you want right from the get-go. She quickly starts begging and pleading for you to stop in between her cries, but you can already hear some moans and pleasure starting to seep into her words, even as you can feel her pussy growing more wet and hot around you by the second. A side effect of being a wicked witch is, apparently, people can't help but get off when you fuck them.\n\n"Mmmm, yeah, you like that, don't you, slut?" you coo at her, your cock twitching and growing just a bit harder at her answering whimper of shame, humiliation, and arousal. "You just love me raping your naughty little cunt with this big fat prick, you were probably hoping to get raped all this time? Don't worry, I promise you I'll give you a <i>very</i> thorough fucking you won't forget!"\n\n"Nh, nh, nh, nh, please, ah," Jane whimpers as your balls swing forward to slap against her, getting soaked with her juices in the process. At this point it's not even entirely clear whether she's saying 'please stop' or 'please more', which suits you just fine. \n\nOh yes, fucking this little runaway bitch was definitely the right choice... her pussy fluttering and squeezing around you as she desperately tries not to enjoy being violated is just the best! Hm... but now that you've started, how to continue?\n\n<hr>\n[[Just fuck her to exhaustion.|RoadWitch]]\n\n[[Modify her.|RoadWitch]]\n\n[[Corrupt her.|RoadWitch]]\n\n[[Overload her.|RoadWitch]]

Deciding to get off your feet for just a little while, you head over to the chair and turn to flop heavily back onto it, sighing happily as you sink into the thick cushions both below and behind a little bit. Resting your hands on the equally cushy arms, you wiggle around a little, getting comfy. If it was a recliner you'd really be in business! You lean your head back and start to really relax fully, letting some of the earlier tension and the days of being on the road leech out of you.\n\nAlmost the moment you've really, fully relaxed, the armrests wiggle under your hands and forearms. Part of them shifts and extends, turning into cloth pseudopods that wrap themselves around your wrists and clamp them in place, forcing them to sink a bit deeper into the remaining cushion. "Whoa, hey!" you yelp, struggling against the chair, only to feel your ankles being enfolded similarly, holding you in place and leaving you able to do little more than yank your shoulders back and forth and wiggle your hips. The cushion under you ripples a little, before extending two pseudopods of its own which grab hold of the waistband of your pants and start hauling them down, pulling them over the curve of your ass and sliding them to about midway down your thighs.\n\n"What the hell are you doing?!" you squawk, shock making you forget that you're demanding answers of the furniture... albeit highly animated furniture, apparently! But apparently it decides to answer you, since it retracts the pair of thick cloth tentacles it used to grab your pants, and instead juts a single, longer and slightly thicker one up from between your legs. "H-hey, no way!" you blurt, even as the cloth tentacle bends down, rubbing its blunt-ish tip along your bared folds, flicking against your clit at the top. "Mmf! C-c'mon, lemme go, if this is about sitting on you too hard I'm sorry," you try, wriggling in place, feeling the stimulation starting to cause a physical reaction... especially when the rest of the cushion starts kneading your ass rather thoroughly, squeezing and massaging in a way a normal massage chair couldn't hope to match.\n\nYou're soon panting and gasping, your face flushed and arousal soaking into the cloth of the tentacle as it works around against you. You give a loud cry as it suddenly plunges in, the thick, stuffed pseudopod cramming itself into your wet pussy, then starts pumping in and out, fucking you thoroughly, the rest of the cushion using a kind of wave motion to bounce you up and down on top of it. More tendrils extend from the back cushion, yanking your top open and starting to toy with your jiggling tits, the cloth rubbing over the piercings and stimulating your stiff nipples, making you moan and gasp all the louder.\n\nYou grit your teeth and squeeze your eyes closed, trying to resist the pleasure of being raped by the chair, despite the fact that it somehow seems to be hitting all your buttons. The texture of the wet cloth as it pumps into your pussy provides extra stimulation, the kneading of your ass and bouncing you is keeping you unfocused and pleasured, and the damnedest thing is it's still a <i>really</i> comfy chair even as it fucks you. Your eyes roll up and your body shudders as you climax for the first time, your pussy squeezing the stuffed invader inside it and soaking the cushion even further, but the chair doesn't even slow down, let alone stop. You continue crying out as it bounces you on its thick cloth cock and toys with your tits, keeping you too distracted by the pleasure to do more than occasionally struggle feebly against its hold on you and cum repeatedly.\n\nFinally, after what must be hours (and no rescue from the rest of the party), it finally retracts its blue cloth cock-tentacle back into its cushion, leaving your abused and over-stimulated pussy gaping a little and dripping onto the already soaked cloth. It retracts the others as well, and gives both its seat and back cushions a little roll that topples you out of the chair and onto the floor heavily, a reflexive 'oof' escaping you as you wind up face down with your bare ass and well-fucked cunt in the air. You pant heavily, unable to even think of moving for at least a minute, shudders and small aftershock orgasms rippling through your body.\n\n<hr>\n[[Get back in the chair.|GGRogue11x2]]\n\n[[Try to get away.|GGRogue12x1]]

Ooo, fun! Well, you feel like you might have more fun controlling someone else's mind, but apparently that's not an option for now. Wonder how the game will handle it? Will it just give you prompts? Either way, you walk through the door.\n\nYou were kind of expecting different scenarios right away, but the choices are apparently <i>who</i> you want controlling you, with doors marked simple [[Male Controller|GGFS]], [[Female Controller|GGFS]], and [[Futa Controller|GGFS]].

Hm. You would look <i>very</i> good astride a fiery steed. Grinning wickedly, you yank Leslie around to face her away from the table instead... you're going to need room for this, after all. All resistance has been fucked out of her at this point, and she lets herself be faced forward, her arms dangling and the balls of her feet barely braced on the floor as you begin pounding her ass with renewed vigor.\n\nHer eyes widen as she feels the sudden changes inside her, howling as her soul is infused with demonic energies. Her body twitches and jerks, muscles spasming as they begin to grow and twist. Her dangling hands begin to change first, fingers fusing together and nails starting to grow thicker and join together, turning a dull steel color. The same thing begins to happen to her toes, her feet and legs gradually changing shape as her arms lengthen, new hooves gradually approaching the floor. Her waist swells and widens under your hands, your hips slapping against her ass as it grows ever larger and more muscular. Your balls continue to slap against her pussy as it grows smaller and smaller, until it eventually disappears entirely, just as a new set of bulges appear at the front of her crotch, forming into a set of balls that rapidly grow to match and then overtake your own.\n\nYou have to use a bit of flight magic to lift off the floor as Leslie's legs... all four of them... start to lift her higher and higher off the ground. Her screams have started to take on a decidedly equine quality as her neck is affected, thickening and lengthening, bulging with new muscle as she changes. Her asshole changes from stretched, abused pink to thick, far more powerful ink black muscle, the color spreading out from there and running all across the rest of her skin as it begins to sprout coarse black hair. The no longer human girl lets out a whinny-like call as her hair bursts into flames and spreads down the back of her long, thick neck, the sound losing any and all humanity as her face pushes out into a snout and her eyes turn solid, blazing red, horns sprouting and curling from the sides of her head as her ears lengthen and take on points.\n\nLaughing, you delightedly smack the stallion's flank as you continue pumping your thick blue cock into its powerful asshole. You give a whoop as its flaming tail explodes into being at the slap, as if caused by it, then grip the hell horse's flanks and empty your balls into its ass, feeling the last of Leslie's self flicker and be consumed in the demonic energies of the beast.\n\nAfter a moment you pull out, letting your cock go half-limp, your cum dribbling down from its powerful, thick black ass and over the course hair of its taint, and across massive black balls bigger than your head. You float to the ground and take a few steps back, admiring your work as it paws at the ground, steel hooves striking up sparks on the stone floor. The hell horse is the size of a Clydesdale and built similarly, with a flaming orange-red mane and tail, as well as white-blue flames around the tops of its hooves. Its horns curve back and then forward like a ram's, black and ridged and just shiny enough to catch some reflection from its eyes and mane. Its erect cock is longer and thicker than your arm, jutting below it with a thick, flared head that's currently dribbling pre that sizzles as it hits the floor.\n\nIndulging yourself, you slide under the beast and press your lips to the cocktip, feeling that hot pre start to slide across your tongue. It whinnies and strikes a hoof against the floor again, but obediently stays still as you begin to stroke both hands along its thick, veiny black shaft. The creature has obviously been quite stimulated by its transformation and having its mistress fuck it up the ass, so it's not long at all before it lets out another long equine cry, its shaft twitching as it begins gushing copious amounts of demon seed into your mouth. Whatever's left of Leslie's soul after her transformation is swallowed down eagerly, bulging your throat as you gulp and swelling your belly as gallon after gallon of jizz pours into your hungry maw.\n\nOnce your beast is through, you slip out from under it and smack your lips, running your hands over your rounded stomach as it slowly shrinks and becomes flat again, the demon cum and soul energy absorbed and leaving you smooth and perfect again. You let your cock shrink away as well, becoming a pussy again as you strip out of what's left of your human attire. Naked, you stretch luxuriously, then run a hand along your steed's side, pleased as it nickers and turns its head to rub against your shoulder. Not only a particularly powerful example of the breed, but obviously loyal as well... turning your human host's friend seems to have worked out quite nicely.\n\nYou glance towards the stairs thoughtfully. There are two more humans upstairs... unsuspecting victims ripe for the plucking. Then you turn your eyes back towards your new steed. With a hell horse like this, you could go almost anywhere you wanted in the lower planes, seeking fame and power among your own kind. You are brand new, but you have the inherited knowledge of the various demons whose ambient energy went into creating you, and you know that conquest on the mortal plane is full of perils. Paladins, Nephilim, exorcists, hunters... and you're just one demoness with a few mortals to work with and, if you're lucky, a competent Keeper. On the other hand, it's not like the Lower Planes are all that much safer. You could wind up as some more powerful demon's cockwarmer. Or his cocksleeve. Or his cock.\n\nStill, you have to choose. Which way to go...?\n\n<hr>\n[[Up.|GGHHPlaceholder]]\n\n[[Down.|GGHellStart]]

Oh hey, this is one of those 'dungeon designer' sort of games, probably, yeah? Hm, you do like those... and admittedly the wicked nature of the calibration program has given you a bit of taste to be villainous. ... Assuming this isn't one of those lame "you play the 'villain' but the 'good guys' are actually way more evil than anything you can do" games, you hate those. But, well, let's be honest... the 'Deluxe' beside it really decides you. You're a gamer, after all, that comes with being at least a little weak to Deluxe Editions™.\n\nYou tap the entry, and it does bring up a longer description along with the 'Launch' button: 'In Dungeonlord, your job is to create a vast dungeon that will lure in adventurers. Defeating adventurers through whatever means (death, conquest, turning them back without gaining anything) will earn you Lord Points which you can use to expand and refine your dungeon. Grow your dungeon into either a deadly labyrinth from which few emerge, a fun challenge, or even a business or service! It's all up you you as the Dungeonlord!'\n\nAh, so sounds like it's more of a 'morality neutral' sort of sandbox sim. Hey, that works for you! In fact the basic description is enough that you decide to go ahead and try it out, clicking the 'Launch' button.\n\nThere's a brief pause, you guess while the rig downloads necessary files. Then you blink as the room turns into a long, dim stone room lit only by torches on the walls... and yelp as you realize the tight bodysuit has disappeared, leaving you naked. You clap your hands across yourself, blushing a little... man, why do all these programs love changing your clothes so much? Or in this case just removing them?! Then you're distracted as floating screens appear in front of you, four of them... they're almost as tall as you are, making it plenty easy to read and see. All of them are marked by simple icons, the first one being a pink human figure with obvious breasts, the second being a blue human figure with an obvious dick (so it's <i>that</i> kind of game, huh?), the third being a purple human figure with both obvious breasts and a dick (oh wow so it's <b><i>that</i></b> kind of game!), and the final one just being a solid white circle.\n\n'CHOOSE YOUR LORD FORM' reads the text above all four screens.\n\n'Female\n- High appearance score\n- High charm score\n- Medium luck score\n- Slightly low physical scores\n- Improved Bond score with male monsters\n- Deluxe version Lord Lair\n- Start with Medium access on dungeon menu'\n\n'Male\n- Average appearance score\n- High luck score\n- No bonuses to other scores\n- Improved Bond score with female monsters\n- One free pull on Ultra Gacha\n- Start with Medium access on dungeon menu'\n\n'Futa\n- High appearance score\n- Bonuses to all physical scores\n- Basic luck score\n- No effect on Bond with monsters\n- You are your dungeon's Boss and cannot change this later\n- Start with enchanted weapons\n- Lowered cost of dungeon regen\n- Start with Low access on dungeon menu'\n\n'Core\n- The dungeon is your physical body (negating most scores)\n- Medium luck score\n- Bond score with all monsters starts near max\n- You can possess any creature created as or assimilated into your dungeon\n- Lowered cost of all gacha pulls\n- Lowered cost of item spawning/room creation\n- Bonus starting rooms\n- Start with High access on dungeon menu'\n\nHuh, interdasting. Well for one thing this has gotta be a JRPG, right? No western developer would have the ball-balls to pull a "-2 STR" on female characters, pft. Or call the "fully-equipped" character a futa. ... Hm, okay, maybe if it was an indie game, some of those can get kind of bold. And weeby.\n\n... Maybe you should stop before you wind up offending someone. You're not sure who, since you're alone and making smartass quips in your head, but just in case.\n\nAnyway, so! Yeah, pretty straightforward choices here. Play a girl, and be extra special, pretty and charming, and very obviously intended to run things from behind the scenes. Play a guy and be average in most ways but with Anime Protag Luck™ (and admittedly you find yourself kind of tempted by that free pull on whatever the Ultra Gacha is... damn, this game has gacha pulls, you're soooo gonna get addicted). The futa option is apparently if you want to be personally big and tough and fight the adventurers yourself... in fact from what it sounds like, you kind of have to, since you're forced into being whatever the Boss is (apparently a separate thing from the Dungeon Lord normally?). And then there's the Core, where you apparently just <i>are</i> the dungeon and don't get your own avatar to walk around with, but in return you get lowered costs and better access to building options. Hm... decisions decisions...\n\nAs you're considering, the game apparently figures you've had long enough to decide, and prompts you with 'Walk through your selection to begin'. Hm, so which pane to walk through?\n \n<hr>\n[[Female.|GGDungeon]]\n\n[[Male.|GGDungeon4x1]]\n\n[[Futa.|GGDungeon1x2]]\n\n[[Core.|GGDungeon]]

You immediately dart forward, grabbing the girl's forearms and yanking them behind her back. She yelps loudly as you spin her around and slam her down across one of the workbenches. You laugh wickedly as you let your skin and eyes resume their normal color, breasts expanding again as your horns and tail push back out of your body. You grab her wrists with one hand and hold her pinned, freeing the other for... other activities.\n\n"Stupid girl. You let yourself be convinced to doubt the evidence of your own eyes so easily!" you crow, grabbing the back of her shorts and ripping them away, her trim butt jiggling just a bit at the sudden motion as her ass and pussy are bared.\n\n"Cyan! What's wrong with you?!" the human wails, squirming and thrashing, looking back over her shoulder at you with wide, fearful eyes.\n\n"I'm afraid Cyan's gone, little human. You destroyed her when you summoned me into her body." You jut your lips out in a mocking pout and add, "So sad," before giggling. "Maybe I'll keep the name though, it's not a bad one." You hold out your hand to examine the back of it thoughtfully. "Not <i>quite</i> descriptive, but close enough for Demonic Bureaucracy work, I suppose." Still snickering, you look down at her. "Now, the question is, what to do with you? I am brand new and thus rather hungry, I could [[eat your soul|GGHHPlaceholder]]."\n\n"No!" Leslie screams, renewing her bucking and thrashing, but your inhuman strength doesn't let her budge an inch. "You can't! You can't take my soul! That's not possibAAAA!" Her protests cut off in a shriek as you shove two fingers into her asshole and start slowly wiggling and sliding them around, toying with her tight little hole, her pussy rapidly starting to moisten from the affect of your lust aura.\n\n"Now why would you think that?" You chuckle softly, pulling your fingers out to the middle knuckle and then pushing them back in and twisting, making her whimper. "I'm going to guess too many movies have made you think I can only take it if you sell it to me. Hmmmm... I suppose I <i>could</i> [[offer to buy it from you|GGHHPlaceholder]], they say freely given souls are much more powerful and taste sweeter... but I don't know if I believe it. But no need for you to give it up willingly... once I've fucked you hard enough to make you forget math, your soul will come loose very nicely on its own."\n\n"No," the human whines, her hips twisting and jerking as you continue to toy with her ass, probably both to your words and in denial of the fact that she's now got pussy juice trickling down the insides of her thighs.\n\n"Your body's already begging to be raped just because I'm fingering your ass, slut, do you think I can't fuck your soul out if I want?" You snort, finally drawing your fingers out and delivering a light slap right on her sodden cunt, making her yowl. "Mmm, it is nice and wet, too. I suppose I could use it to [[breed some imps|GGHHPlaceholder]]... or I could skip the middleman and just [[turn you into a lesser demon servant|GGHH6x4]] directly."\n\n"Noooooo!"\n\n"There's that word again, I'm getting very tired of hearing it," you huff, shoving your fingers back into her ass and making her yelp again, her butt jerking into the air as she goes up on tiptoe. "If I were you, I'd try to come up with something wittier to say, because unless I decide to buy your soul from you, you're not going to be doing much talking from now on. But what to do, what to do...?"

Eh, you'll be good(-ish). For now. Besides, you can see several interesting possibilities for the Respawn Points in the future, once you're able to actually expand your dungeon!\n\nYou try moving the outline around, but unfortunately find that you can pretty much only pick which side of the dungeon entrance you can set it on without getting an 'Uncontrolled area' warning. Ah well. Once you find a spot to one side where it turns green, you set the Respawn Point, which turns into a flat square of smooth white marble. That done, you take a last look around the country, wondering when it will start spawning adventurers for you, before heading inside.\n\nTrue to what you saw on the map, it's pretty much just a long, straight stone tunnel lined with torches, with just enough curve towards it that you can't see all the way to the end. It's at least long enough that even if adventurers were moving at a run you'd have plenty of warning before they got to the Boss Room at the end. \n\nWhen you get to the Boss Room, you find it isn't quite big enough to be called 'Cavernous', but it definitely is fairly large. Not 'you could fit a dragon in here' large, quite, but maybe a minotaur or something. Like the tunnel it's just a plain stone thing, practically a cube albeit with curved corners at the ceiling, and a few floor sconces as well as torches set in the wall, to keep the pedestal in the center lit enough you presume.\n\nSaid pedestal has a fairly shiny-looking sword thrust blade-down into it, full 'Whomsoever pullet out this sword' style. It's a nice-looking, fairly standard broadsword (you can't help but compare it to how pretty Dark Mercy is and find it wanting), and seems to be the only thing in the room.\n\nAs you draw closer to examine it, a pair of popup windows appears, one showing weapon info like when you were looking at your own swords earlier, the other obviously part of the tutorial.\n\n'Prizeblade\n+ Medium-low damage, medium-low accuracy\n+Accepts enchantments\n+Can be upgraded'\n\nSo yup, this is... starter equipment. Definitely the sort of thing you get at the end of the tutorial that's slightly better than whatever junk you had before, and with a bit of investment can carry you until you can use it to get some really good gear, but the sort of stuff you throw away to save storage space by mid-game (if you're not sentimental). Shaking your head a bit, you look at the tutorial window.\n\n'This is your dungeon's Prize Item. Every dungeon has one, and you can set whatever item you can acquire or spawn as your Prize Item freely (with a cooldown of one month). The goal of most adventurers that enter your dungeon will be to take the Prize Item, as it will be assumed to be the most valuable thing in your dungeon (thus setting a low value Prize Item is inadvisable... your dungeon will be assumed to have no high value items and attract only "trash mob" adventurers). If the Prize Item is successfully removed from the dungeon, the dungeon will shut down. No dungeon functions or lord powers (except teleportation) will work until a Repowerment Quest is completed and a new Prize Item is set.\n\nTypically the Prize Item is kept in the Boss Room, but that is at the lord's discretion. The Prize Item must be both accessible and retrievable to adventurers.'\n\nRight, so no burying the Prize Item in a tiny room a mile below the earth with nothing but a pinhole tunnel too small for it to fit through to connect it to the rest of the dungeon. Even if that wouldn't kind of defeat the purpose of it as adventurer bait anyway. Well, at least it's not a core the adventurers destroy that topples the whole dungeon... if they do manage to get the item it sounds more like a pain in the ass and inconvenience than something game-ending, so that's nice.\n\nThe tutorial goes through a bit more of how you access the menu functions such as the map, the build functions, and the item/creature spawner, and showing you how much LP you currently have (not a lot). It wraps up by showing you the Gacha menu, which admittedly makes your brain start priming happy chemicals.\n\n'The gacha contains dungeon monsters, treasure, and useful items. While not guaranteed to get your LP's worth every time, most gacha contents are at least as valuable as the cost of spinning, just randomized. Each gacha has a randomly-selected batch of keywords from which you can select one... the only way to refresh these keywords is by using the gacha.'\n\nYou poke around at the menus a little more... yeah, looks like all the levels of gacha take LP just like the other menus. Sadly, even if you used everything you have right now, you still wouldn't be able to afford a pull on the top-level Ultra Gacha, tch. In fact it would take just about all your starting LP to do a pull on the Gold Gacha.\n\nYou shift your brain into resource allotment mode, spending a little time figuring things out. You definitely want to do at least <i>one</i> gacha pull, after all it's there, you feel like you have to even though the tutorial isn't forcing you into it (surprisingly). Okay, so, you figure you do one pull on one of the gacha levels, and spend the rest (if any) on upgrading your dungeon. Do a pull on the Bronze Gacha, you could afford a good trap, a Captive Room (a place you can hold defeated adventurers to continue earning LP from them for a while), and a device to go in the Prison Room. Or you could pull the Silver Gacha, and have enough to just buy either a good trap or the Prison Room (but not both, and definitely no device). Orrrrr... you could risk it all and pull on the Gold Gacha and not be able to change your dungeon from its current 'tunnel and a room' configuration at all.\n\nYou take a second to remind yourself that you have dead average Luck as a Futa character... the game's not going to give you any particular blessings or help on your roles. Although you guess that's about like real life, huh? While the gachas don't list their full rates and contents (it's not charging you real money after all), there is a note on them that each one does contain a vanishingly small chance for the same contents as the Ultra Gacha, so hey you guess you could luck out!\n\nWhich one to pull?\n\n<hr>\n[[Bronze.|GGDungeon1x4]]\n\n[[Silver.|GGDungeon2x1]]\n\n[[Gold.|GGDungeon3x1]]

Hey, may as well be the boss, right? ... Besides, with how realistic this VR has been so far, your pervy side absolutely wants to see what it's like. You step forward through the pane with the purple icon, and find yourself in a simple room that looks almost more like a cell than anything... especially since there isn't a door. There's a simple straw pallet on the floor, apparently to serve as a bed, and in the corner a thin table and chair set up to serve as a sort of desk. Those and the torches are really the only things in here.\n\nAs you're looking up, a new pane pops up in front of you, apparently serving as a mirror... and you can't help but let out a whistle. Daaamn, you can really see those bonus physical stats! You've got six-pack abs that look like they could stop a tank shell! Your hair is still the same, and you still look like yourself in the face for the most part, though the sclera of your eyes is black and the blue glows, and you have a pair of long, backswept horns curling up and back from your forehead. Your skin has turned a sort of blackish-grey, and you're wearing a very simple red bikini top over your enlarged tits and a red loincloth that drapes over the outline of a <i>very</i> large cock.\n\nOf course the first thing you have to do is pull the loincloth aside and take a good look at it directly. Hm... looks pretty human, despite your otherwise demonic features. (Oh yeah, you also seem to have a tail and hooves... you kind of instantly got distracted by your new dick. ... And still are.) You wrap a hand around it, biting your lip and shivering pleasantly at the unfamiliar sensations of pleasure and pressure as it rapidly starts to stiffen. Oh yeah, this VR rig is the <i>best</i>! You stroke your new cock with both hands, panting and glancing from the view of it between the valley of your tits to the view in the mirror and back.\n\nSoon your nipples are trying to drill holes in the bikini top, and your every stroke flings out wobbly, translucent strands of pre into the air. Panting a bit, you decide to try something else, taking your hands away, and instead trying to deliberately maneuver the long, smooth tail that until now had just been lashing idly behind you. Despite never having had a tail, you find it the most natural thing in the world to maneuver this one... and coil it around your cock. Starting to stroke, squeeze, and pump quickly, you move your freed-up hands to your tits, kneading them and teasing your nipples without bothering to pull aside the bikini top, moaning freely as you play with your new game avatar in front of the mirror. (Are you moaning in real life? If so you hope your parents aren't home yet, but right now you feel too good to care.)\n\nIt doesn't take all that long before your cock twitches in the coils of your tail and starts firing out long ropes of thick cum... very thick, very long, and a lot of them, the heavy black-grey balls that had until now been lightly swaying between your thighs lifting a bit as they propel a truly hentairiffic amount of cum through the air, passing through the mirror pane as if it wasn't there to splatter on the stone floor and wall.\n\nOnce you've caught your breath a little and tucked the loincloth back into place (draped over your still half-hard prick, and therefore hanging a bit like a lazily-pitched tent), the mirror pane disappears and another one appears in front of the wall above the table. Wow, it really is set up like a computer desk, you muse as you walk over to sit down in the chair and read the text on the screen.\n\n'Welcome to your Lord Lair! This secure room is accessible only to you and whoever you choose to bring here. (Adventurers must first be defeated or surrender before being brought to the Lair.) From here you can monitor your dungeon, alter your dungeon, and rest in peace and safety. While no adventurers are present in your dungeon, you can teleport to any part of it from here, although when adventurers are invading you may only teleport to the Boss Room.\n\nAs a Futa, you are your dungeon's Final Boss. You may place any other boss monsters in other rooms you wish, but only you and your designated MiniBosses can face adventurers in the Boss Room as the final line of defense. To that end you begin the game with two weapons suitable to the Lord of the Dungeon.'\n\nThere's a shimmer, and a pair of swords appear on the table in front of you, along with a sensation on your back that, at a glance, is the matching sheaths materializing as well. Ooo, they're pretty and wicked-looking... one of them is one-edged, straight but with a curved top to the blade, the shine of it almost mirror-like, though the grip of it is more like a kitchen cleaver than a beautiful weapon. The other actually has a gleaming black dual-edged blade trimmed in gold, with a gold hilt and elaborate grip with a gem-studded pommel. As you look at them, popups appear above each one, outlining which is which.\n\n'Vorpal Cleaver\n+ High damage, medium accuracy\n+ If you use it to reduce a target's HP to zero, it decapitates them\n+ Can be upgraded'\n\n'Dark Mercy\n+ Low damage, high accuracy\n+ Depletes HP but does not cause wounds or death\n+ Can be upgraded'\n\nHuh! So one out-and-out killer weapon, and one merciful weapon... you guess this game is set up so you can try and capture adventurers or whatever too. (Although it looks like currently you've got a bit of the 'Pokeball dilemma' with your weapons... hit them with strong attacks but risk, uh, KO'ing them, or hit them with small attacks and risk them winning or escaping as you try to get them captured.) You spend a few moments examining them... there's no popup or tutorial explaining how you could upgrade them, so you guess that's not available right now. You sheath them at your back, then look back at the screen as it changes again to read 'This is your dungeon.'\n\nOoooof. It's literally just a long-ish passage with a single room at the end, with a little green icon of a sword in the center. They're not starting you out with very much, are they? Will adventurers even come to a dungeon like this? ... Oh. You're the tutorial dungeon right now, basically, huh? For both them and you. Pft, okay, that's actually kind of funny. As you're musing, an arrow appears on the screen pointing at the opening of the tunnel, with text reading 'Suggest you teleport here to continue tutorial.'\n\nEh, why not? Presumably you'll get a look at what's just outside the dungeon that way. You tap below the arrow's point, and a little set of options pops up, one of them being 'Teleport', which you select. Almost instantly you find yourself out in sunlight and fresh air, and have to stumble and swing around a bit since there's no longer a chair under you. ... Okay from now on only teleport while standing, got it.\n\nYou're standing at the foot of what's either a small mountain or a large hill, you're not sure, but what has to be the opening of your dungeon is visible set in the side of it, notable by the ring of obviously deliberately-set stones instead of just looking like a cave. The ground slopes gently down towards a forest, and if you squint (wow you have great eyesight in this game) waaay off in the distance you can see some plumes of smoke and rooftops that indicates there's probably a village or small city a relatively short distance away.\n\nAs you're considering that, another popup window appears, though when you turn towards it you notice there's also a translucent red square on the ground below it, just to one side of the entrance. \n\n'You can set a Respawn Point anywhere outside of the dungeon proper that you control, or anywhere inside designated as a safe area. This is an optional feature of your dungeon that will cause any adventurers killed inside it to reappear at the nearest respawn point, alive and whole (albeit without any gear or items).\n\nBonuses of adding a respawn point: Adventurers will be less cautious and not fight as hard in the dungeon, may make multiple attempts within a short period of time and therefore earn you more LP for much less effort defeating them.\n\nDrawbacks of adding a respawn point: Defeating adventurers earns slightly less LP, treasure that draws in higher value adventurers will be more expensive.'\n\nWow, even a respawn mechanic? But you can see the appeal... obviously more adventurers would be willing to risk your dungeon if they're more certain that they'll come out alive, just embarrassed and a bit poorer for the attempt. (Plus it kind of tickles you to think of watching adventurers doing naked corpse runs through your dungeon trying to get their stuff back.) On the other hand it sounds like it will be more work to lure in better adventurers... you can see the balance mechanics of that, better rewards require genuine risk, and you'd have to work a lot harder to lay out bait that would attract the adventurers that would give you the most LP for defeating them. Plus, y'know... do you want to be the really lethal, wicked sort of dungeon lord, or do you want to show some mercy?\n\n<hr>\n[[Activate the Respawn Point.|GGDungeon1x3]]\n\n[[Don't set a Respawn Point.|GGDL]]

Eh... as much as you love gacha, you don't want to start all over again after an hour or two because you dudded the Gold level and the very first adventurers waltzed in, took your item, and you wound up with a sucky nigh-unwinnable restoration quest or whatever.\n\nSelecting the Bronze Gacha, you consider the window that comes up. It's pretty simple... just some words in little round-edged rectangles that must be the modifier keywords, and a gleaming bronze-colored plate that simply reads 'Gacha' below them. It has a few muted sparkles that play over its surface every so often... obviously not the most exciting thing in the world, you're guessing the more expensive ones are significantly more alluring.\n\nYou look over the keywords, considering. They're pretty basic, again you suppose of the most basic level of the gacha: 'Item', 'Monster', and 'Trap'. Although there's the fourth one that reads 'Chaos'. Oho, Chaos, is it? That one is definitely tempting just because it seems like gambling on top of gambling. Chaos!\n\nBuuut you were trying to be reasonable. Obviously the smartest thing to pick would be 'Monster' since otherwise you wouldn't have one with what you were planning to buy. Although you're also tempted to choose 'Item' just on principle to see if you get something that would satisfy you to have as a Prize Item more than that blatant starter equipment sword. And 'Trap'... you were planning one kind of trap already, but having more wouldn't hurt, especially with this hallway of a starter dungeon.\n\n... But chaos tho...\n\n<hr>\n[['Item'|GGDungeon]]\n\n[['Monster'|GGDungeon]]\n\n[['Trap'|GGDungeon]]\n\n[['Chaos'|GGDungeon]]

Acting quickly, you hurriedly banish the telltale signs of your newly demonic nature, adjusting your body back to the way it was before you took possession of it. Not a lot you can do about the body having completely soaked its lower clothing while you were transitioning it, but it's still fairly dark down here, the human might not notice. You stand up, smiling in imitation of the girl whose soul and mind you devoured. "Heh, gotcha pretty good, huh Leslie?"\n\n"W-wha?" The human... Leslie... looks as pale as a sheet as she stares at you, looking you up and down. "What... what happened to you?"\n\n"Huh? I just did a lot of goofy flailing around and acting out, that's all," you answer, plastering a confused expression on your face. "What's the big deal? You didn't actually buy that, did you?"\n\n"But... but I saw... I saw...!"\n\n"Saw what?" you ask, tilting your head just a little, expression all bemused innocence.\n\nShe hesitates, glancing back and forth, obviously trying to reconcile what she saw with her concept of reality, which seems to be standing in front of her as normal as ever. She swallows heavily, and you can actually see the moment where she decides to write off what she saw as some sort of hallucination or trick of the light. "... Nothing, I guess. ... Let my imagination run away with me... I guess?"\n\n"Well, if it's too spooky down here, let's go back upstairs?" you offer gently, hoping she won't notice that you've moved to the edge of the circle but not crossed it.\n\n"... Yeah. Yeah, I guess so." She moves to snag her cellphone, and hesitates briefly while looking at the screen, before clicking it off and tucking it into her pocket. "C'mon, let's get out of here."\n\nThat's enough. Smiling wickedly at her back and baring your fangs in the process, you step across the painted line and stride towards her.\n\n<hr>\n[[Take her now.|GGHH6x3]]\n\n[[Keep up the deception.|GGHH16x1]]

"I'm pleading Not Guilty, obviously!" you blurt indignantly.\n\nShe sighs and nods. "Very well. The screen will deactivate now. Please be aware that if you attack me, decide to run, or deviate from our path to the court, you will be shocked into unconsciousness, and a summary judgement is likely to be made."\n\nThe memory of the stun blast you got shot with is still a little too fresh to contemplate that, so you wait until the space between the two of you clears and follow along after Edwina as she turns and makes her way down the hall. At the end of it, a door slides open, and the room beyond comes into view as you walk in. The front of it looks similar to a courtroom as you're familiar with it, only there are three figures seated in a line at the judging station instead of one. They're all various types of humanoid alien, though they all seem to have some obvious cybernetic implants too. The witness stand is at a right angle to the judge's stand instead of flush with it, and there's only one table area directly across from it.\n\n"No jury? No prosecuting attorney?" you whisper as the two of you move towards the table.\n\n"Not for this sort of trial, no," Edwina murmurs back as the two of you take your seats. "It's a military tribunal, meaning that you are not entitled to judgement by your peers, and the judge council itself acts as the prosecution as well as the jury and judges. It's one of the reasons I heavily advised you to plead guilty... in a civilian trial we might have had a chance to convince a jury of mostly civilians, but here the hurdle is much, much higher."\n\n"Counsel, please present your client's plea," the center judge announces with a slightly tinny voice.\n\nEdwina stands, so you do too, just to be on the safe side. "My client has chosen to plead Not Guilty, your honors."\n\n"Very well, please state the primary basis of this plea."\n\n"Your honors, my client was subjected to an unorthodox and quasi-legal method of recruitment into the Space Rangers. While she technically signed an enrollment contract by putting on the uniform, this was not a typical method of making a legal agreement on her world, which as noted is unaligned. As you can now see for yourselves, she is also quite young, still largely considered a child in her own culture. She was subjected to extreme culture shock and duress, and was thus not aware of the severity of her actions. I would like to again state my urge for dismissal of charges and the return of Cyan LaChance to her homeworld, 'Earth'."\n\n"Very well. Counsel, do you wish to state any further mitigating factors at this time?"\n\nEdwina turns to you and leans down, lowering her voice to ask, "If you have any other arguments for me to present, now is the time."\n\n<hr>\n[[Blame the gun.|GGSR3x4]]\n\n[[Blame humanity.|GGSR]]\n\n[[Blame the Space Rangers.|GGSR]]\n\n[[Blame that Captain guy.|GGSR]]\n\n[[Don't blame anyone but insist you're not guilty.|GGSR12x1]]\n\n[[No, that's it.|GGSR]]

You know, you don't think you've ever read the actual novel. The cover, obviously Disney-inspired, is interesting and creative enough that you decide to pick it up and give it a try, opening the book and flipping to the front. Before you can read more than a few sentences, though, before you hear a jingling and tromping noise. You glance up, and blink at a glimpse of... cosplay? You're pretty sure you saw a very elaborate blue coat. Setting the book back down, you hurry to the end of the aisle and peer out.\n\nThere is indeed someone rushing along, wearing a bright blue waistcoat with long tails, high boots, and... bare legs? The bare legs definitely indicate it must be cosplay of some kind, as do the white hair and, yeah, those seem like rabbit ears. Is this some kind of library event? "Hey," you call, quietly, since it is the library after all. When that doesn't make them pause or look, you dare to raise your voice to a "Hey!"\n\n"Ssssshhhhh!"\n\nBatting a hand in the general direction of the front desk, you take off after the odd person, following them around a corner. You blink as you don't immediately spot them, then suddenly spy a pert butt covered with white panties wiggling in the air as someone on all fours goes through a small swing-out door low on the wall, disappearing through it. "... The heck?" Curious, you walk over and bend down to look at the little doorway. It's a bit larger than an AC vent and you can't see more than a few inches inside due to the darkness. But you just saw someone crawl through there... what, is this the secret passage leading to the Library Cosplay Nerd Club? Unable to consider just walking away and letting it be a mystery, you get down on all fours and duck down a little as you crawl inside as well.\n\nYou pretty quickly realize this was a bad idea, but you'd find it more difficult to go backwards than forwards... besides, even in the dark you can't see the costumed girl ahead of you, so there must be somewhere ahead to go. You plug onward determinedly, even as the light from the library coming in through the small door fades... then erk as your hand abruptly comes down on nothing at all, leaving you to topple forward and go plummeting downward.\n\n"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA! ... AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!"\n\n<hr>\n[[AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!|GGAIW]]\n\n[[AAAAAAAAboy this is a really deep hole.|GGAIW]]

Sighing heavily, you fling your hands into the air, trying to ignore how it makes your enhanced, furry boobs jiggle. "Oh, fine, fine, I guess I'll still come with you on this expedition thing. But the <i>minute</i> we hear from Dad...!"\n\n"Hey, I'm totally on board! ... Hm, we're gonna hafta do something about those, if you're gonna be doing athletic-type things," Jenna murmurs, rubbing her chin as she eyes your chest.\n\n"I'd appreciate it. ... But don't stare so much."\n\n"I'm just studying the issue!"\n\nSo over the next week or so, you spend your time getting tested repeatedly, both on your new biological makeup and physical abilities. You'd protest about Jenna putting you to so many strength tests and whatnot, but it actually does help you get used to your changed body and... honestly the more you do, the more into it you are. You can't help reveling in the sense of power, the strength and agility, and damn if you don't look fucking hot once you've gotten past the shock of being furry and feline. (The fact that you now seem to turn your sister on is a little weird, but can't necessarily be helped.) Let's just say, finding out you have "superhero" levels of physical ability now is certainly a balm to the shock of the physical change. You also find you have an incredibly delicate and nuanced sense of smell... which you sort of have to learn to ignore when Jenna's in a mood.\n\n'Damn, girl, get a date. Go to a furry convention or something if that's what you're into now.'\n\nBut eventually the two of you set off to the ruins that Jenna wants to scout, setting down her little rotojet nearby and setting off along the valley... with you grumbling, your tail lashing back and forth. "I can't believe you."\n\n"What?" Jenna asks innocently, blinking and glancing over.\n\n"This!" You gesture to your 'scientifically perfect' outfit... which is basically a blue sports bra and a blue thong. That's it. She didn't even give you shoes, leaving you to walk barefoot along the pebbly, dirty ground. ... Which actually isn't bothering you at all, but still. "You really need to rein in your thirst!"\n\n"I don't know what you're talking about," Jenna answers in just huffy enough of a tone that you could almost believe her. "I designed that outfit to perfectly utilize your abilities. It reduces bouncing and jiggling to a minimum up top, while giving you maximum maneuverability. Technically you don't even need the panties, but I didn't want you to go uncovered!"\n\nSigh. Well, she's rationalized it out completely, so no point arguing with her. ... And your ass does look kind of fucking amazing and the vain part of you can't help but enjoy showing it off. ... Though to that end, there is still some jiggling and bouncing going on, just not as much in front of you anymore.\n\nEventually the two of you draw up in front of... a surprisingly door-sized door. In that it's really only twice the size and width of a standard set of double doors, albeit made of stone and slid together in the middle, ringed by an arch that looks like some weird metal that's pitted and textured more like slightly rough stone. "Huh. I expected something more grand, less... 'back door into Erebor'."\n\n"I'm sure that there was probably some big grand trade entrance at some time, but this one is, as far as I've been able to determine, the only one left accessible," Jenna answers as she swings off her backpack, moving to the side and examining what looks to you like just a squarish block with some very faint impressions on the front. "Very few historians or archaeologists even know about Astralangia, and even fewer actually believe in it. Of course Dad and I-"\n\n"Believe anything," you scoff. At her flat look, you glance at the door, your tail lashing... then look at your tail. "... Yeah fine I'll shut up."\n\n"If you'd be so kind," she says primly as she takes out her custom-made tablet from her backpack and frames the 'panel' she's messing with in the camera. "This is gonna take me awhile to decipher."\n\n<hr>\n[[Ugh, fine.|WBrit4x2]]\n\n[[Psh, you're a superhero! Totally just shove the doors open!|WBrit5x1]]

Yeah, one of the bad things you've noticed about your change is that you tend to get a bit bored and edgy a lot faster when nothing's going on. You stand there for a bit... then bounce on the balls of your heels for a few minutes, really putting the jiggle-restraining powers of your top to the test. Then you start pacing back and forth, prowling a short distance in front of the door... until Jenna loudly clears her throat and shoots you a glare.\n\n"Do you <i>mind</i>?"\n\n"Sorry," you murmur, stopping in place. "How long is it gonna take?"\n\n"It's only been seven minutes!"\n\nGah! Seriously?! Your impatience hasn't been this bad since you were thirteen! You thought cats, even big ones, were supposed to be okay with lazing around and plopping anywhere, but you've got all this energy! ... Hm, might have something to do with being really outdoors for the first time since you changed. The back yard of the mansion, as sprawling as it was, still felt vaguely restraining when you ventured out. But out here in the clean air and sunshine and all the smells, your blood is zinging and you just feel... ready to go!\n\n<hr>\n[[Try to calm down.|BritAstra]]\n\n[[Try to relax.|BritAstra]]\n\n[[Go prowl around.|WBrit4x3]]

"I'm gonna take a walk, then," you announce, turning and heading back down the way you came.\n\n"Hey, you're kinda supposed to be my bodyguard, remember?" Jenna says in an annoyed tone, glancing over her shoulder at you.\n\n"Yeah, so I'm like 'going on patrol' to make sure the area's safe," you scoff. "Relax, there's nothing around for miles as far as we've seen, and I won't be that long. I'm just gonna go take a look off down that one branch we passed."\n\n"Fine," Jenna grumbles, turning back to her deciphering of the panel.\n\nAs said, you make your way a fairly short distance to where there was a branch in the valley that led to the entrance to the ruins. You smelled what you were pretty sure were a lot of trees and a bunch of mingled... well, you're not quite sure how to sort it since you're still fairly inexperienced with your enhanced senses, but "wildlife" is definitely one way to put it. A sort of... musky... sweaty... furry?... sort of smell that's all spread out and hard to articulate other than that there's probably a bunch of living things around. The short but fairly wide passage doesn't take long to open up entirely into a large woodland area that stretches as far as the eye can see, though admittedly from your current elevation that isn't that far since it's mostly blocked by the trees.\n\n"Yup, we're definitely in the middle of nowhere," you murmur to yourself, skimming your eyes across the treeline. Not a boutique or spa to be seen, sigh. ... Eh. Trees are pretty too. Then your nose twitches at a slight shift in the wind, bringing a slightly more distinct smell. A second later the source of it meanders into view, obviously not having noticed you yet.\n\nIt's some breed of deer. Either a large breed, or, well, you've never seen a deer in real life you have to admit, so maybe they're just bigger than you always assumed they were from pictures. He has dark greyish-brown fur that fades to a more 'creme brulee' color down along his chest and belly, as well as a truly impressive rack. Almost as impressive as yours! Heheh. ... See it's a pun because the antlers are called a rack and... ... yeah nevermind. You're explaining the joke to yourself, who does that?\n\nAnyway he's a truly magnificent beast. And you have to admit the sight of him starts making your blood thrum... your new predator half is veritably wiggling in excitement to take off and start chasing the delicious delicious entree, while your human half is insisting on interpreting the excitement your body feels at seeing/smelling a big virile male in a way that's more familiar to it. ... Ahem. Wow that is not a thing you expected to have to deal with, but you're pretty sure you have it completely under control. Now...\n\n<hr>\n[[Appreciate the sight and go back.|BritAstra]]\n\n[[CHASE!|WBrit]]\n\n[[Shoot.|BritAstra]]\n\n[[Present like an animal in heat holy shit please fuck this receptive pussy forest god.|WBrit]]

"Look, no way," you say, raising both hands in negation. "I don't know anything about any of this and I'm not having it, I want out and I want to go home."\n\n"Well, while you're bound by contract, it is part of the service that any Space Ranger can resign their commission at any time," the green-skinned guy muses aloud, bringing his hand up to rub his chin... or rather, rub his faceplate over his chin. "So if that's really how you feel..."\n\n"Yup, definitely how I feel."\n\n"Very well then! Ydoncha, prepare to send the civilian to the nearest aligned world!"\n\n"Nearest... aligned world?" You blink. "That's Earth, right?"\n\n"Ahahaha! Of course not!"\n\n"The nearest aligned world is Akatotia. It's about halfway across the galaxy from where we got you," the black-skinned woman says flatly. "Sorry, but that's the super ultra kind and empathetic Space Ranger policy. If you resign your commission while still under your contract of service, you get discharged on the nearest world with a Space Ranger outpost and have to make your own way home from there."\n\n"You're just gonna dump me on some alien world to find my own way back to Earth?!" you yelp.\n\n"Really justice-like, ain't it?" she drawls.\n\n<hr>\n[[Well... fine!|GGSC1x1]]\n\n[[No, this is bullshit! Force them to send you home!|GGSR3x2]]

"Mmm. It's barely even a uniform then, though, is it?" you say slowly. "Just a skirt and shoes. It's as good as eliminating the uniform entirely."\n\n"I admit, I had thought much the same," Ryoko says, nodding just slightly.\n\n"Mm. Let's shorten the skirts again. We'll keep them just long enough to be decent... parents haven't complained so far. We'll change the line 'Proper and fully covering undergarments must be worn' to just 'Undergarments must be worn' and remove the restriction on multiple piercings of the ears and bellybutton piercings. And make wearing the school jacket optional, but keep the blouse or shirt mandatory." You consider for a moment, then smile. "But have the manufacturer lower the thread count a bit. Hopefully those loosened restrictions will placate our Mistress."\n\n"Hopefully," Ryoko says with a smile, tapping at her tablet to make a note of your wishes before proceeding. "Now, as to detention. Our Mistress is pleased by the fact that you have eliminated the punishment-by-boredom detentions, but distressed that the number of detentions has not really fallen. She would like you to eliminate the amount of detentions teachers can issue in any given week."\n\n<hr>\n[[Do it.|HelenJP]]\n\n[[Give broader discretion to teachers.|HelenJP5x4]]

Over the next month you attend to your administrative duties, though there's little hassle to it with Ryoko to help you. And, every so often, she helps you with other urges as well, being bent over your desk and taken from behind, moaning and gasping until she spurts cum all over the (thoroughly sealed and stain-guarded) front face of your desk, or sitting in one of the chairs while you ride her stiff prick to your own orgasm.\n\nDuring the first week you notice one or two students starting to switch over to the new uniforms, though most of them begin enjoying the relative freedom of the loosened uniform code almost immediately, and you start seeing a wider variety of jewelry and hair colors, and watching shown-off young legs prancing by in thigh-highs, hose, and baggy socks. In the second week you often notice Kanna Amaguri (with much more natural-looking blonde hair and blue eyes) talking with small groups of people, laughing and discussing things, or sometimes holding study groups in the library. By the end of the second week, more and more female students seem to have caught on that the school store is giving out shorter skirts and thinner jackets... and more and more of them are conveniently having 'accidents' that necessitate buying new ones, without any need to arrange activities on your part. Looks like your plan to make Kanna a positive example is working out quite well!\n\nOccasionally here or there there's another student that you decide is having a problem and call to your office, putting into a trance. Once you and Ryoko have spitroasted them thoroughly, you alter their behavior to make them more studious and happier... it's usually small changes, but twice more you find students that require a complete wipe-and-rebuild like Kanna's. Oh well, it's hard work, but you do it for the love of teaching!\n\nThe teachers seem happier too, and not just the ones that you know are Katsuko's agents. For one thing, Kanna is no longer causing problems, but is instead helping solve them, and other students are following her lead. For another the greater freedom to express themselves with any problems that do arise seems to have led to the teachers developing their own individual styles... some are coming to be known as tough disciplinarians you don't want to get on the wrong side of, while others are darlings the students adore and don't want to offend, and a spectrum in between the two. It looks like it's spawned exactly the sort of variety you wanted.\n\nAs the month draws to a close, you review some of the school's statistics. Grades are up, morale seems up as well, attendance has improved, detention is about the same but you see different names on the lists and different teachers giving them, looks like it's just the result of the new regulations settling in... you expect it to go down at least a little overall, while still staying high just because that's how some teachers are. That's fine, you think with a chuckle, one or two unfair detentions in a student's academic career won't destroy them. \n\nYou glance up as Ryoko gives her usual announcing knock before walking in, accessing her tablet. "Patissier-sama. Since it's approaching the end of the month, I thought we should go ahead and decide what changes you want to make in the coming month."\n\n"Oh? Are we not waiting for our Mistress's review?" you asked curiously.\n\n"Our Mistress has already contacted me. She is... not <i>un</i>happy that you have disregarded her suggestions in favor of your own, but has said she will reserve judgement to see how your results turn out." Ryoko shifts a little, almost as if nervous, then clears her throat. "In any event, I feel all of the changes we have made have been for the better, and our Mistress has not ordered any be reversed, but she does have her own thoughts on how they be continued."\n\nYou fight the urge to purse your lips or narrow your eyes, and instead simply nod. "Alright, let's go through them."\n\n"Firstly, as to the uniforms. Our Mistress is fine with the alterations you have made, but suggests that you completely eliminate any restrictions on what the students can wear with them, and also allow them to choose their own tops instead of the uniform shirts, blouses, and jackets."\n\n<hr>\n[[Eliminate restrictions.|HelenJP]]\n\n[[Alter uniforms further.|HelenJP5x3]]

"What we need is a shining light to guide the way," you say slowly, grinning as you consider the possibilities. "The ideal example of what we want out of the students at this school. Someone who's bright, outgoing, respectful to others, deferrant to authority but still her own person, and highly interested in academics."\n\nRyoko obviously can't help but look a little dubious. "And you wish to turn Kanna Amaguri into that person?"\n\n"You said it yourself, students that stand out will become trendsetters as we relax the rules. We'll just have to change how she stands out. It will take a lot of work, but she's obviously under pretty deep, we should be able to change her as much as we need to. After we've had our fun," you add as you pull your skirt up and wiggle your panties down, letting your half-hard shaft flop out. You stroke it as it hardens, grinning. "It would be a shame to give her a bright new brain just to fuck it out, after all."\n\n"I suppose you have a point there," Ryoko answers with a soft laugh as she copies your motions to free her own thick cock before gripping a handful of Kanna's dyed hair and bending the girl forward, pushing her stiffening prick past the mesmerized girl's unresisting lips. The black-haired futa moans softly as she starts rocking her hips, pushing more of her cock down Kanna's throat, the mind-fogging apparently having removed anything in the way of a gag reflex.\n\nGrabbing the disguised bottle of lube off of your desk and slicking yourself up, you flip up Kanna's skirt and tug her panties down in back just enough to bare her asshole, then settle the dripping tip of your dick there and start pushing in. Gripping the teen's waist like Ryoko is gripping her head, you push in slow and steady, until your balls are resting against the folds of her panties. Then you start pumping eagerly, not worrying much about drawing this out... she's not really going to remember it, anyway, the two of you are basically just using her as a masturbation tool. You glance up and enjoy the sight of Ryoko's huge tits bouncing under her suit jacket as she fucks the student's face, and notice your assistant's dark eyes are wandering over your own large boobs as well. Perhaps some more direct stimulation is in order soon...!\n\n"Alright, Kanna," you say in a pleasant voice as you pump the hpynotized gyaru's ass. "I want you to completely and totally forget everything about your personality. Your knowledge, language skills, school learning, people you know, keep all that, but everything else you won't be needing anymore. Who you were before is completely unnecessary, from now on Kanna Amaguri is a blank slate."\n\nHer only reply is a sort of reflexive quagging from Ryoko stuffing a cock down her throat. Still, somehow you think you can feel a large part of your student's mind just... disappearing, unraveling like a poorly-woven scrap of cloth. That feeling of absolute control over a young mind is enough to make you give a long moan of pleasure and shove forward, your hips grinding against the girl's half-pantied ass and start pouring your load deep inside her rear. Apparently the sight of you cumming in the student sets Ryoko off, and she gives a sultry moan as she pushes forward until the gyaru's lower lip is against the base of her ballsack and cums down her throat.\n\nAfter a few moments, by silent agreement you and Ryoko pull out and then turn the teen around, Ryoko eagerly sliding her prick into the girl's cum-smeared ass with a lewd squelching noise. Just out of curiosity, you lift the mind-fogged state... and are amused as you see no change whatsoever, Kanna's eyes remaining glassy and her face expressionless even as your assistant's fat cock pounds her ass. This isn't the delinquent Kanna Amaguri anymore... it's just a collection of memories and knowledge awaiting you to shape it and decide what it will be. Smiling wickedly, you push your own dick, so recently pounding away in its ass, past its lips and down its throat.\n\nOnce you and your assistant have satisfied yourself with the non-person's ass and mouth (several times each in fact), the two of you cooperate in cleaning it up a bit before straightening its clothes and having it stand upright. Putting it back in a receptive state is so easy you could barely classify it as trying... even someone without mental powers probably could have given the doll a new personality at this point. Still, you spend the next hour or so going over who the new Kanna Amaguri is... you utilize a few tricks to make her smarter, programming her to have a near-eiditic memory and close to perfect recall, as well as imbuing her with a passion for academics. You give her a zeal for pleasing others and making them happy... and a healthy interest in sexuality, you'll let those two things feed off each other as they will. Respect for authority, too, that should feed nicely off of her desire to please, though you're careful to program her with a bit of an independent streak and a desire to pursue her own interests (some of which you pick out for her) too... it would be easy to make her into a doormat, but that's not the example you want her to set for others.\n\nEventually, you settle back in your chair and bring her around. The new Kanna Amaguri blinks, looking at you, then Ryoko, then back to you. "Oh! I'm sorry, Principal... you probably called me here about my hair and uniform, right?" She blushes slightly as she raises a hand to her wavy blonde locks. "I've been meaning to bring them into compliance with the rules, I really don't know why I-"\n\n"That's perfectly alright, Kanna," you say in a soothing tone, smiling. "Actually, we're going to be altering the dress code soon to allow such things... though I might suggest if you want to keep those colors, maybe a dye and contacts that are a little closer to natural? But that's up to you. In fact, why don't you take the rest of the week off to spend on self-study and catching up on some of your schoolwork? We'll send you over a copy of the updated rules as soon as they come out so you can be in compliance with them on Monday."\n\n"Oh, that's so kind of you, thank you," Kanna replies genially, bowing.\n\nYou chat with her a bit more before writing her a pass to be absent for the week. "Have someone draw up a list of the last month or so of assignments, and those for this week, and have them delivered. By the time she returns, she'll be a whole new person."\n\n"And ready to set an example for the rest of the student body, I imagine," Ryoko says cheerfully. "Very well done, Patissier-sama, I've never seen someone do such a thorough rewrite and have it go so flawlessly. I think our Mistress is going to be pleasantly surprised by just what an ally she's found in you."\n\nYou hope so, but you also admit you're surprised at how pleased you are. You've gotten to, quite literally, shape a young mind and make for a better education. And it's only starting...\n\n<hr>\n[[A month passes.|HelenJP5x2]]

"I dunno, I guess..." You consider, then grin. "I guess it's getting to live a little like how you must live."\n\n"Oh?" She seems curious at that, tilting her head. "Pray tell what do you mean?"\n\n"I mean... after the last few days it's obvious you don't give much of a fuck what others think. You show off what you want to show off, live in the moment, and basically dare anyone to have an issue with you. You breed dogs that are fuck-machines, you seduce teenage girls, and you do it all like it's as natural as breathing. Just..." You shrug a little. "I don't know, the level of confidence you have, the level of comfort with who you are, I just think it's really amazing."\n\n"... Well." Errana actually looks... charmed? She strokes a hand up and down your back thoughtfully, giving your ass a squeeze every so often as she apparently thinks. She watches you as you lower your head and start suckling at one of her nipples, just observing you for awhile as you enjoy her body with a bit more active eagerness than she's stroking you. Finally though she says, "Hm. I do think I like that quite a lot. So come here, pet, and let me whisper in your ear." Once you've moved up and given her a brief kiss before turning your head, she kisses your ear before murmuring, "What if I could give you that life within a few weeks? No needing to wait all those endless years to grow up, amass wealth, only to finally achieve it when you're too old to enjoy it?"\n\n"Mm?" You turn your head to blink at her. "What, how?"\n\n"I'll give it to you, free and clear. As a reward." Errana's dark eyes sparkle as she squeezes your ass with both hands. "I was starting to think of heading somewhere else for a nice, long vacation, so it wouldn't be all that much trouble to gift you the house, along with the considerable funds attached to it. I assure you that with that, and my other gifts, you could begin living a life much like mine right away."\n\n"That's..." Overwhelming, you can only blink at her repeatedly. "You're serious?" is all you can think to say after a moment.\n\n"Very. I like you quite a lot, I think, yes," she coos, grinning and leaning in to peck your nose. "You've impressed me with what you've said. But I do want you to earn it, so, let's see... ah, yes." She chuckles, tracing the tips of her fingers up your spine. "After we finish having our fun today, I'm going to give you a present. A strapon."\n\n"Oh?" You blush a bit again at that.\n\n"Yes, but not any ordinary one. This one has been cast to match Svarog's rather magnificent cock. So, sometime over the next week, I want you to do something very, very perverted with that strapon."\n\n"... What?" you ask, when an explanation doesn't seem forthcoming.\n\n"Oh, I'm not telling you what. I want you to come up with something on your own. But it has to be <i>very</i> perverted, dear," Errana almost scolds, tapping a fingertip on your nose. "Nothing so innocuous as convincing one of your friends to have a bit of innocent fun with it. It has to be something wild, deviant, even degenerate. Now, whatever you decide, I promise you that you'll be able to do it... just have faith in me and my ability to help what you want to happen to happen. But you have to be the one to pick something to show that you're ready to live a truly hedonistic life with no limits." Before you can ask anything further, she's kissing you so passionately that your head is going all fuzzy, and then your hips are bucking as Svarog starts licking over your messy holes.\n\nThat evening, after a long day of wicked dog sex and eating Errana out, you depart the house with a shoulderbag containing the strapon. Somewhat distantly, you consider Errana's words. Something that proves you're ready to live her give-no-fucks lifestyle, to throw caution to the wind and do things just because the thrill appeals to you. ... With a strapon of Svarog's dick. So, what could you do? What could you do that would be deviant enough to warrant the massive gift Errana's promising you? Because something in the back of your mind says it's not just the house and the money she's promising you... there's something deeper, stronger, more powerful you're being offered, and a big part of you craves it, wants it, almost needs it, if you can only come up with something wicked enough to impress your new patron.\n\n<hr>\n[[Seduce your mother.|GGDog]]\n\n[[Rape a friend.|GGDog]]\n\n[[Fuck a bitch.|GGDog]]\n\n[[Wear the strapon inside yourself.|GGDog]]\n\n[[Turn away from temptation!|GGDog]]

"I just can't justify firing people that have been doing a good job and getting good results from students," you say after a moment, shaking your head. "It's not fair to them, but just as importantly, it's not fair to the students, who our Mistress sent me here for the good of." You glance at the screen showing grades, and nod. "Clearly what our teachers need isn't another shakeup, but more freedom."\n\n"Freedom?"\n\n"Yes. Tell them we'll no longer be checking to make sure that they're following an approved lesson plan or giving specific tests at defined intervals. They'll be responsible for making, as well as having freedom over, their own lesson plans. They can give tests as often or rarely as they like, and feel free to discuss any subjects related to their lessons with the students without fear of reprisal. I think having the freedom to teach the subjects they're passionate about will only improve this trend they're on."\n\n"That is certainly in line with the idea of diversity, creativity, and individuality." Ryoko frowns just a little as she looks at her tablet. "... And something our Mistress has never mentioned. I am sure she will see the wisdom of it, however. I certainly do." She actually smiles at you, something you find rather warming to your heart, and then for another surprise blushes a little and glances down. "I was wondering, Patissier-sama, would you... care to get together tonight?"\n\n"You mean a bit of stress relief before we leave for the day?" you ask with a light smile of your own.\n\n"Ah, no... I was thinking something somewhat more... intimate. And lengthy. ... Dinner, at my place?" she says, actually looking a little shy as she raises a darkly-painted fingernail to brush at her cheek.\n\nYou blink. Ryoko is... asking you on a date? You really weren't aware she had any other modes than praising Katsuko and professional-style lewdness. You consider... on the one hand, she is lovely, and you've found her fascinating in more ways than the physical since you arrived... on the other hand, where do her loyalties really lie? Is this some sort of test, or a way to lull you under her (and Katsuko's) power? ... Or is it simply a sincere expression of a desire to grow closer to you? As well, on a purely practical note, you have a home visit scheduled with a student and their family tonight... a home visit that could turn out to be a lot of fun, considering your abilities and the generally more relaxed attitude you've noticed about town lately. On the other hand, an evening with Ryoko is unlikely to be dull...\n\n<hr>\n[[Go to Ryoko's.|HelenJP]]\n\n[[Go to the home visit.|HelenJP]]

"Hm, I think detentions haven't fallen partly because of people adjusting to the new system, partly because teachers don't understand what they can do." You consider for a moment, then nod. "Tell the teachers they should feel free to administer whatever detentions they see fit, including mild corporal punishment."\n\n"Corporal punishment?" You can't help but notice a little glint in Ryoko's eye of what looks like approval.\n\n"Light spankings and paddlings. I'd imagine they'd be more embarrassing than painful from most of the teachers, and we'll monitor things to make sure they don't get out of hand. That should see the number of detentions drop by the end of next month, as students really learn to avoid them, or at least avoid them from teachers more likely to give them."\n\n"I see." Ryoko's practically purring as she taps in the notes, and you can't help but smirk. While your mutual employer might not care for detention, it seems that your assistant rather likes the idea of teenage students getting their asses paddled for their indiscretions. "Well, then, that leaves the last matter, the teachers. Now, our Mistress has conceded that it might not have been wise to remove all the prior teachers and replace them with her own choices... but she does still wish you to get rid of the remaining male teachers."\n\nYou raise your eyebrows. You suppose you had noticed, at least vaguely, that all the replacement teachers for the retiring ones were female. Or, well, outwardly female, you suppose at least a few of them are likely futas like Ryoko and yourself. Does Katsuko have something against men? Well, for all you know she just likes the aesthetic of women better and thinks 'her' school would look nicer with more of them. Still, that's almost a third of the current staff, including some who have been showing good results all along, and others who have been showing ever better results under your new management.\n\n<hr>\n[[Get rid of the male teachers.|HelenJP]]\n\n[[Give the teachers more freedom.|HelenJP5x5]]

"I think I'm gonna go ahead and keep my clothes on," you mutter, turning back to the Snorlax. "This is embarrassing enough without getting naked in the great outdoors."\n\n"Suit y'self, if you don't wanna birthday suit y'self."\n\nTaking a deep breath, you resume rubbing at the Snorlax's sheath, feeling it swell and shift as the cock within begins to move. Your eyes widen as the long, pink shaft with a thick bulge all up the underside slides steadily out, jutting up into the air. That thing's enormous! Staring at it, and feeling your nipples stiffen and rub against the inside of your sports bra, you slide your hand up, running it over the smooth thing, hearing a rumble amidst the Snorlax's snoring. You continue fondling his sack with your other hand, cupping and lifting one heavy Pokeball (heh) and then the other, rubbing over the sleek blue fur. \n\nYou almost find yourself leaning forward, entranced by the sheer size of the thing, your face coming near enough to it to inhale deeply of some male musk and hot fur. Then you jerk yourself back as you feel the shift of your clothes on you... that's right, you're doing this for a reason, not because you enjoy it! You glance over at Meowth, who's pointedly turned around and looking the other way, whistling. Looking back to the Snorlax, you bring both hands up and wrap them around the pink shaft, starting to pump them up and down quickly, focusing on jerking him off quickly and efficiently as you can. \n\nIt takes a little while, long enough that your arms are starting to get tired, but eventually you see those hefty blue balls twitch, and lift a bit. There's a shudder in the Snorlax's cock and a catch in its snores, before you see that bulging line running up its cock actually swell up. You try to step back, but it's too late as a literal fountain of thick white cum shoots high in the air, then falls directly down on you. You yelp as what's probably a bucketful of cum splashes onto you, hitting your hat and splattering all over your shoulders and chest. Before you know it the next shots are hitting, dropping from their high arc to splash against you, quickly soaking through your clothing and plastering them to you, shirt clinging to your body with its wet gooey load, your jeans darkened entirely and smeared with white. You stand there, hands out to your sides a bit, dripping and gooey like a scene from Ghostbusters 2 (albeit less purple).\n\n"... Goddammit," you mutter, a glob of Pokemon jizz dripping off the edge of your hat brim and hitting your cheek.\n\n"Sam, quick, use a Pokeball before he recovers!"\n\nReminded of why you were even doing this, you yank one of the Pokeballs off your belt, feeling it expand in your hand before you toss it at the Snorlax, hitting him on the rather obvious target of the belly. The massive creature flashes, turning into red light and zipping inside the Pokeball, which drops to the ground and begins to wobble, each shake sending droplets of the jizz coating its red and white surface flying. Eventually it stops, the button on the front giving a flash and a quiet 'bong' noise. Walking forward gingerly, feeling your cum-soaked clothes squish with every movement, you pick it up and clip it back to your belt with a sigh. "Let's go," you grumble, squishing your way forward through the now open gate, deciding to ignore Meowth's muffled laughter.\n\nYou have to walk along with your clothes sodden with Pokejizz for the rest of the afternoon, with it drying most of the way to a thick, gooey feeling that wraps you entirely in its smell. You find a little pond to make camp by that night, and once you've built a fire you send Meowth off to check the area before peeling out of your clothes. Your skin is still wet from the soaking, your light brown tits gleaming with the remnants of the Snorlax's load, your pussy similarly wet with it... though that may have something to do with having been constantly surrounded by the smell of cum for hours and hours. You slip into the water, ducking beneath it and emerging, tossing your head of wet hair which is slightly greasy with the remnants of nonhuman cum in it, your skin having a slightly slimy feel as the water mingles with the remnants as well. You quickly start scrubbing at yourself to get the vestiges out... though as you slip a hand between your legs to wash your folds clean, you do a quick glance around to make sure Meowth is still scarce, then settle on your knees in the water and lean forward on one hand. Moaning, you start rubbing your fingers over yourself, then slip two inside, pumping away quickly to get yourself off before your chattery, snarky companion gets back.\n\nMeowth returns to find you wearing a damp shirt and panties, the rest of your clothes spread on a rock near the fire to dry as you scrub at your jeans. He at least doesn't make any further comments, just digging a nutribar out of your pack, tossing you one as well after you've spread your jeans out. The next morning the two of you resume your trek, though you'd swear you can still smell the Snorlax's cum on you despite your attempts at being thorough.\n\nIt's midmorning when you look down from a slight rise in the plains, staring at a massive herd of horses... or rather, Ponytas and Rapidashes. You stare at the white, flaming-maned equines as they mill about, cropping grass and looking about. Actually, after you spend a bit looking, it seems like there's only one Rapidash, a large stallion... and yes, this time you can see that clearly as he turns his back to you briefly, large white balls hanging down between his rear legs.\n\n"I'll go ask what's up," Meowth suggests, trotting down the incline and then bounding towards the edges of the herd. You watch as he approaches one of the Ponyta, tilting his head up. You can faintly hear whinnying and neighing, and Meowth nods occasionally, before the cat Pokemon comes traipsing back. "Well I got good news and I got bad news."\n\n"Okay, good news first."\n\n"Well see that's the thing, it's all the same news it's just got good and bad bits to it," Meowth hedges, rubbing the back of his head before continuing. "Thing is, all the Ponyta stallions would enjoy gettin' away from the herd. The Rapidash won't let any of 'em mate or even clash with each other enough to evolve, he's basically runnin' the place as his own little kingdom and they're lookin' for somewhere else t'go. That's the good bit. The baaad bit is that, well, they're all pretty pent-up, so you'd prolly need to attend to 'em. Y'know."\n\n"... All of them?" Your eyes widen, a shudder running through you.\n\n"Well, as many as y'want! I mean if you just wanna get a single Ponyta there's my new buddy, you could just take him! But apparently there's like forty of 'em that wanna get gone. That's a lot of Pokemon t'have... you could sell 'em, trade 'em, offer 'em to a Professor for rewards, it'd be a big boost. If y'wanted to go that far." He shrugs. "'Course y'could always try ta do somethin' about that Rapidash. He's a much more powerful Pokemon than alla them Ponytas put together, I'd wager, be quite a boon t'have him!"\n\nYou rub at your face again, sighing. Great, this Pokemon journey just keeps getting pervier.\n\n<hr>\n[[Just take one Ponyta.|PokeSam]]\n\n[[Take all the Ponyta.|PokeSam]]\n\n[[Do something about the Rapidash.|PokeSam]]\n\n[[Pass on by.|PokeSam]]

"I guess let's just keep heading down the road and see if we can come across any Pokemon willing to join us," you suggest, clambering to your feet. "I dunno, maybe we'll meet a Mew that wants to be friends or something."\n\n"Ha ha, very a-Mew-sing," Meowth snorts as he starts padding along slightly behind you.\n\nThe two of you continue along the little packed dirt path for about an hour, until you hear a "Pika-pi!" from nearby. Blinking, you lean off of the trail a bit and peer between the trees. As you might have guessed, there's a Pikachu frolicking around in a small glade! It bounds around in circles, then pauses and turns towards you. It then gives a bright smile, standing up and waving a forepaw at you. "Pika!"\n\n"Huh. A friendly Pikachu," you note, starting to grin as well. "That's lucky, probably wouldn't even take much talking-to to get it to join us, huh?"\n\n"I dunno, Sam, I gotta bad feelin' bout this," Meowth adds from where he's peeking around the trunk of a tree. "Trust an expert on Pikachus when I say somethin' feels off 'bout this one. I heard rumors of some Pokemon that'd been experimented on that got loose in this area awhile back."\n\n"So, what? It's like... a carnivorous Pikachu?" you ask, glancing at Meowth with an incredulous grin. "C'mon."\n\n"Look, I'm tellin' ya, that Pikachu ain't right! We oughtta just pass on by," he adds with a huff.\n\n<hr>\n[[Listen to Meowth.|PokeSam3x2]]\n\n[[Approach the Pikachu.|PokeSam]]

"... Fine. I'm not spending an entire day to go out of the way and then a day back on some dumb fetch quest," you say with a sigh, stepping forward. You eye the heft blue sack and sheath for a moment, then reach out to touch it. It's... warm, and very heavy. When you lift one, it's probably your imagination, but you think you can feel it sloshing with a very, very hefty load. Swallowing, you reach up to rub at the underside of the sheath, almost yanking your hand away when you feel something inside stir.\n\n"Uh, hey, Sam?" \n\nYou do jerk at the sudden voice, looking over at Meowth, your face flushed. "What? What is it?"\n\n"Y'miiiight wanna think 'bout takin' off your clothes?" Meowth suggests with a cough and a glance aside. "I mean that's a big fella there, he's likely ta go off like a firehose, and if you're dressed when he does..."\n\n<hr>\n[[Undress.|PokeSam]]\n\n[[Stay dressed.|PokeSam3x4]]

"Okay, okay, if you say so, we'll keep going," you say, giving the Pikachu a slight wave before stepping back and turning to resume your walk on the path. "Just hope we're not missing out."\n\n"Yeah, missin' out on windin' up in someone's stomach maybe," Meowth snorts as he scurries to catch up with you.\n\nIt's another hour before the path heads out of the forest, and across rolling hills that are otherwise in open country, only scattered, small trees here and there to break up the monotony. The dullness of the walk is making you more aggravated with Meowth for talking you out of at least catching the Pikachu, when the monotony is broken up by the sight of a wall. You blink, coming to a stop in front of it. It's stacked stones, but fitted together closely enough and smoothed out enough that the stones don't really give any hand- or footholds. It's a good fifteen feet high, enough that even if you could climb one of the sapling-like trees it probably wouldn't get you over it.\n\n"What the hell?" you mutter as you look up at it. "Who the hell would feel the need to build a huge wall out in the middle of nowhere?" Then you quickly point at Meowth. "Don't answer that, we're already in danger of alienating readers as it is."\n\nMeowth closes his mouth and coughs into one paw, before saying, "In any event, there's wide open plains where lots of different Pokemon live on the other side. We should just follow the path and look for an opening, who knows how far around it'd be otherwise."\n\nShrugging, you turn and follow the path along the side of the wall, quickly becoming bored of looking at it instead of looking at the rolling hills. Eventually, though, you see a break in the monotony ahead... something blue is sticking out of the wall. Picking up the pace, you follow the path to where it curves towards a break in the wall... and come to a stop, putting a hand to your face. "You have gotta be kidding me."\n\nA Snorlax is sprawled asleep directly in the center of the gate. A very large Snorlax, its fat middle taking up the entirety of the gate's width, and its belly rising up above it, rising and falling as it snores. You can see its big pale feet on this side, so you assume it must have its head on the other side. (You doubt it lacks a head, since, y'know, snoring.)\n\n"Aw, he's a-snore-able," Meowth chirps, clasping his forepaws together to one side of his head, then wilting as you glare at him. "Look, it's in my contract!"\n\n"We gotta move 'im," you grumble, folding your arms over your chest. "Think we could catch him in a Pokeball?"\n\n"Nah, not without exhausting some of his energy first." Meowth glances up at a rustling sound from above, noticing a Pidgy landing in one of the saplings. "Hey! Any way around this guy?" He quirks an ear as the Pidgy chirps and coos at him for a bit, before he looks over at you. "The Pidgy says naw, this is the only gate to the plains for miles and miles. But it did hear that there's someone with a Pokeflute!" He points back the way the two of you came. "Back that way, about a day as the Meowth walks!"\n\n"A day?" you groan. "What about going the other way?" \n\n"That's off the path, we'd have a big risk of gettin' lost, but I guess we could give it a shot." He brushes a paw over his face, then snickers. "Though y'know, there's a Pokeflute here you could play an' see if that worked!"\n\n"Huh?" You blink at him, then turn your head as he points with a paw. You blanch a little as you notice something you apparently missed before... a massive furry blue sack dangling down on the Snorlax, below a thick blue sheath. How you didn't immediately notice it before you have no idea, especially since each testicle is at least the size of a softball. "W-what?!"\n\n"If you get 'im off, that should deplete his energy enough you could catch 'im in a Pokeball. It's one way ta catch yer first Pokemon!" Meowth adds with another snicker.\n\n<hr>\n[[Go seek the Pokeflute.|PokeSam]]\n\n[[Try to go around.|PokeSam]]\n\n[[Make the Snorlax cum.|PokeSam3x3]]

"Hey, uh, listen," you say, quickly lifting your hands up to shoulder level. "Don't freak out, um, I think I made a mistake, I thought one of my relatives lived here and-"\n\n"Layla?"\n\nYou sag a bit in relief as a recognizable figure rounds the other one. There's definitely enough resemblance between the two of you that most would know you're related... actually it's a little shocking just how much Candace and your mom look alike, just that Candace's hair is cut to shoulder length and left its natural sandy blonde rather than the rich (obviously expensively fake) golden your mother (and you) favor, and her eyes are grey. She's also dressed in a simple, durable canvas button-up shirt with a vest and slacks, something you'd certainly never imagine your mother wearing. She looks at you, obviously taking a moment to actually recognize you, both from how rarely you've met and with your now red hair.\n\n"Layla, what the hell?" she says, albeit not wholly unkindly. Then she gives an 'oof' as you run over and hug her tightly. "Um. Wow. Okay," she murmurs, petting your head a little awkwardly. "Guessing this isn't just a sudden social visit."\n\n"So she does know you?" the green-eyed woman asks curiously, obviously still a little put-off.\n\n"Yeah, she's my cousin's daughter. Oh, uh," Candace says as you step back. "Layla, this is Kelly, she's my girlfriend. Come to think of it, your place is the only address I really have to give the family for emergencies," she adds, glancing sheepishly at the other woman.\n\n"What lovely results that's produced," Kelly says with a snort, before giving you a more serious look. "But what's wrong? Are you in trouble? Is someone trying to hurt you, is that why you're here?"\n\n"It's... a really long story," you mutter, rubbing your arm.\n\n"Well, I think you better tell it, then."\n\nSo, you do. You leave out some of the more extreme details of what you saw, but you tell Candace and Kelly about how the school was using abuse as discipline, and that your parents sent you there with full knowledge of that, or at least your mother did. Both of them look rather grim, and partway through Kelly gets up and goes in another room. When she returns, Candace looks at her expectantly and she nods.\n\n"I called a few people I know. It's true, St. Sacuma's is some kind of 'reform' school, where they break students down with fear and other techniques my contact didn't want to discuss on the phone. There weren't a lot of details, but enough to know she's telling the truth."\n\nAt your slightly shocked look, Candace grins and shrugs a little. "Kelly works in art and antiquities, she crosses paths and makes connections with a varied group of people." Then she huffs and stands up, pacing a bit with her arms folded. "You know, I guess it's not exactly shocking your mother pulled something like this. She goes and raises one just like her, and then decides that's too much for her to handle. ... No offense," she adds with a grimace.\n\n"Kinda hard to argue with, offense or not," you mutter, shoving your hands in your hoodie pockets.\n\n"So. What do we do?" Kelly asks after a few moments of quiet.\n\n"Well obviously we can't send her <i>back</i>," Candace says with a shrug. She rubs the back of her neck as she looks at you. "I mean... I guess I could take you with me on the upcoming trip..."\n\n"Not exactly the safest thing in the world for her, honey," Kelly cuts in before you can say anything, then looks at you. "And not exactly the most comfortable for someone that's not used to your lifestyle."\n\n"True, but it'd damn sure get her away from her parents." Candace continues to look thoughtful. "I've got a few friends I could call around to? People that could be trusted to look after her. I mean, you, sorry," she adds, addressing you directly. "I mean, I've got some interesting contacts from my career too, some of whom would definitely be able to keep you safe."\n\n"There's always boarding school," Kelly adds. At the flash of fear on your face, she hurries to add, "No, no, nothing like St. Sacuma's. I promise, you'd be safe and happy at them. Well, assuming you didn't try to be a 'mean girl' again with your little group of thighhigh-clad minions," she adds dryly, green eyes sparkling a little.\n\n"... um?" you squeak, suddenly feeling very on the spot.\n\n"My niece goes to Deviville High, so yes I eventually realized I'd heard of you. Luckily you never bullied <i>her</i> or I'd be considerably less well-disposed towards you. As it is, it's probably best you don't stay here, as it's unlikely but possible that your parents could have someone come looking for you around here, considering both Candace's presence and the Deviville High connection. Mm... while you think on it, probably past time we started dinner. Candy," she adds, glancing at her girlfriend as she gets up and heads into the kitchen.\n\n"Yeah, think it over, kiddo," Candace advises as she gets up too. "Hate to put you on the spot, but I leave on expedition next week and we'll need time to get you sorted either way." She pauses, then adds, "I'd forget the expedition and focus on helping you out if I could, but there's a lot of other people who are invested in it one way or another that would get screwed over if I ditched, I'm sorry. But we'll get you taken care of, Layla, promise," she adds before following Kelly into the kitchen.\n\nYou sigh heavily and sit back again as she goes. Well, it's better than nothing. ... Way better than nothing, if you're honest. It sucks a little to be told yet again that you're coming in a distant second to someone's career, but you did kind of just drop into Candace's life two hours ago, so you can't say it's not fair.\n\nSo... what to do?\n\n<hr>\n[[Go with Candace.|MeanHH]]\n\n[[Stay with one of Candace's friends.|MeanHH]]\n\n[[Boarding school.|MeanHH]]\n\n[[None of it.|MeanHH]]

Though your hand snaps up to take a firm grip on the person behind you's wrist, you realize that they probably just saved your life. Willing to at least entertain that it might have been deliberate, you turn your head enough that you can look over your shoulder.\n\nThe person behind you is a lightly-tanned blonde woman in a black sleeveless shirt and black army pants, a military cap on her head. Her blue eyes focus intently on you as she brings a hand up to put a finger across her lips. At your slight nod, she removes her hand, sliding it down to rest on your lower back as if to keep you still. She leans in until you can actually feel her pert breasts on your back through your shirts, her lips almost brushing your ear as she whispers at a volume barely audible even from this range.\n\n"My name is Sandra, and I'm not going to hurt you. Just stay still and quiet."\n\nYou give another slight nod, doing your best statue impression even as you can't stop staring at the monster in the room. It rises to its feet as Ji Kulao bids it goodnight, giving you a glimpse of its lower body, its middle broad and legs thick, nothing covering its body but a band around its waist from which hangs a long, ornately decorated flap that bulges out heavily in front. You twitch a little at the sheer size of the member implied by the way the cloth drapes. Holy crap!\n\n"That thing's called Lord Mako," Sandra whispers in your ear after Ji Kulao has left the room. "There have been rumors about him floating around for over a century but they're always dismissed as a myth. I have intel that says he's planning some sort of invasion of our world and just waiting for the conditions to be right. I can't get any of my superiors to act on it because they won't believe he's real," she continues as Mako sinks back into his chair and starts gulping from a massive silver tankard. "That's why I have to get a photo of him. As many photos and videos as I can."\n\nYou nod, waiting with a vague sense of dread. You have a feeling you're not going to like the 'but' you can sense coming.\n\n"But you're closer, lighter, and wearing quieter shoes. I wouldn't normally do this, but if you've gotten this far I'm willing to chance it if you are. Nod your head if you're willing... if not, shake your head, but at least watch my back."\n\n<hr>\n[[Nod.|HellKore]]\n\n[[Shake.|HellKore]]\n\n[[Gesture her back.|HellKore9x3]]

You frown, thinking hard for a moment, then raise your hand and try to make a 'get back' gesture. For a moment there's no reaction, but when you do it again Sandra begins backing up carefully, with you moving backwards as well. Once the two of you have gotten far enough back, you turn and make your way through the shadows, beckoning Sandra to follow. She scowls, but does, until the two of you are in a hallway closer to the entrance and you stand up. "What are you doing?" she hisses. "I need those pictures!"\n\n"Did you hear what they said before?" you reply, keeping your voice down and glancing back and forth down the hall.\n\n"Not quite, the accoustics are bad. What did you hear?"\n\n"That Lord Mako... thing. Apparently it fights in the tournament, eventually," you explain. \n\nShe just continues to frown at you for a moment... until you can see realization set in. "Which means there will be a nice, clear shot of him then."\n\n"Probably in better lighting and with people around him so it'll be less easy to claim he's some sort of animatronic. Plus, y'know, not sneaking into a room all alone with him in the middle of the night."\n\nShe nods at that. "Sound tactical thinking, Brig."\n\nYou quirk an eyebrow. "You know who I am?"\n\n"I received a briefing on most of the notable attendants here, but I already knew who you were, yes." Sandra looks thoughtful for a moment, then nods. "Alright, let's find your room. It's less likely to be under surveillance than mine, since I suspect Ji Kulao's probably seen through my cover."\n\nAs the two of you head towards the dorm area, you frown. "Isn't that bad? I mean, if he's seen through your cover, what's the point of it, and aren't you in a lot of danger?"\n\n"A lot of danger comes with the job," she says a little wryly. She pauses, glancing around carefully as you find your assigned room and push the door open. You're surprised by how comfortable and nice it looks... you've stayed in much much worse hotels, as this room comes with a wardrobe, vanity, large four-poster bed with thick red comforter, and what looks like its own bathroom. Sandra continues once she's closed the door and done a quick check of various spots in the room. "Someone needed to investigate this. Coming in without a cover would be way too brazen, it would be like challenging him. This way he might think he has the upper hand for awhile. He'll waste time wondering if I know and what I know, and possibly toying with me, rather than going for the kill. All these 'mastermind' sorts are like that."\n\n"Deal with that a lot, huh?" you ask dryly as you slip off your shoes and sit down on the broad, flat-topped chest at the end of the bed. \n\n"You'd be surprised. Or maybe not. You seem like a pretty canny woman that adapts to her circumstances... and you're a hell of a fighter," Sandra adds, grinning at you. "I've seen you work. Not all flash and points like some of the other tournament fighters, you're serious about it. If what I've seen is any indication, you could have a future in the special forces."\n\n<hr>\n[[Interesting.|HellKore]]\n\n[[No way.|HellKore]]\n\n[[Flirt.|HellKore]]

*<b>Main:</b> Incubus Jamie can be [[dominant|QOFam1x8]] when confronting Tanya.\n*<b>Main:</b> Incubus Jamie can also [[go over to Maya's|QOFam1x5]].\n-Update 2-\n* More of sex demon Jamie and Maya heading to the other plane.\n* Jamie can also urge Maya to adapt to their new life instead.\n*<b>Main:</b> Marei can use a [[normal condom|Marei14x8]] rather than one of the pastel variety.\n-Update 3-\n*<b>Main:</b> Cyan can now watch the action between her father and Karen [[because it's hot|GGParent3x1]].\n*<b>Main:</b> After everyone splits up, Wilma can try the [[front door|WilmaHaunt1x1]] of Defir House.\n*<b>Main:</b> Wilma can play the [[Immortal Dethbrawl|WilmaFun7x1]] cabinet in the Funland arcade.\n*<b>Main:</b> Buddy can [[fail to notice anything amiss|BuddyOct6x2]] after donning the Bouncy Kunoichi costume.\n*<b>Main:</b> Holly can cast the [[Chocolate Mouse Curse|HollyWitch1x5]] on the neighborhood punks.\n*<b>Main:</b> Amanda can accept entrance to [[Ascendant Academy|SweetBro1x4]].\n*<b>Main:</b> Celeste can [[listen to Robert|CelFiesta1x5]] when she gets caught up in teasing the animatronics.\n-Update 4-\n*<b>Main:</b> Demon Cyan can now start her conquest of the mortal realm with [[her parents|GGHH24x2]].\n*<b>Main:</b> Wilma can [[stop reading|WilmaLibrary1x1]] the Anthem of Canisaru Casru after it gets too weird. \n*<b>Main:</b> Jamie can [[undress|QOVex1x1]] the succubus plushie he bought.\n* More of Jamie and Maya exploring the other world.\n*<b>Main:</b> Buddy can focus on [[emasculating|BuddyPunks6x1]] the vandal he caught.

Sounds like maybe your host is having dinner as well, and he's got company. Could be a good opportunity to overhear something interesting, and learn more about this strange high-stakes event you're wrapped up in.\n\nYou sneak along the hallway, until the voices become a little more distinct. One of them is definitely Ji Kulao, the other is some deeper, more rumbling thing. Sounds like a really big guy with a definite testosterone overdose.\n\n"I hope you have finally managed to procure some worthy opponents for me. I have not had a decent fight nor a decent fuck in far too long, and the prospects for both have been pitiful for years."\n\n"It is not my fault that the warriors of this realm are not quite up to par with those of your own world, O he of holy scales. Part of that is keeping the secrets of fighting held here, depriving the rest of the world of earning any true arts that could be a threat to you... or to our master."\n\nWhat the hell? All of this sounds like some sort of fantasy movie. Is the old man actually an old nerd holding this whole thing as some kind of LARP? Spotting that the walls ahead turn into a sort of latticework that let more of the light from inside through, casting strange, flickering shadows on the floor. This is good, though, you should be able to edge up and take a look inside without being too visible yourself. You carefully step up to the end of the solid wall, leaning and angling your head to try and get a good view through the holes. Definitely looks like some sort of dining hall, both opulent and primitive, lots of carved stone but inlaid with gold, gold fixtures on the walls, gold plates piled high with barely-cooked meat. Yeah, and there's Ji Kulao, standing with his hands tucked in his sleeves, pale eyes turned towards the end of the table. You lean a bit more to try and catch a glimpse of who he's looking at.\n\nYour eyes go wide as you catch sight of the man... thing... at the end of the table. Huge and testosterone overdose indeed, he's enormous! But he's also clearly not a man, or at least not human. Every inch of him that you can see is covered in shiny cobalt scales, from the top of his bald head covered by little lines of short black horns, as well as two longer ones sweeping back from just above his solid red eyes, to the shortish muzzle his face extends into, to his broad shoulders and massively muscled chest covered by nothing more than a collection of gold necklaces, to all four of his arms. He grabs up a hunk of meat with a big three-fingered hand and shoves it in his maw, apparently swallowing it whole before booming, "Speaking of the weakest fighters, I hope tomorrow's dinner will be more delicious. And squirming."\n\nThe combination of the sight of the monster and that statement has your mouth opening to scream... only for a hand to clamp over it.\n\n<hr>\n[[REACTION MODE!|HellKore10x1]]\n\n[[Count your blessings.|HellKore9x2]]

"... You did send me there," you whisper, your eyes widening. "Song said that I didn't really choose it, it's because you did. You <i>knew</i>."\n\nYour mother rolls her eyes, as if deeply annoyed at being confronted with the obvious. "Layla, just sit down so-"\n\nHer own eyes widen as you wheel and grab up a fairly hefty vase from a nearby display stand, your mother letting out a yelp and ducking frantically as you send it sailing through the air where her head just was. But even before it smashes against the wall you've already turned and run back through the entryway and out the door.\n\nYou race down the sidewalk, panting, almost without thinking hauling your phone out. 'Gotta call someone, gotta figure out where to go, gotta... shit!' you think with an audible hiss, stopping and staring at it. Your parents bought you this phone when you moved, which means since they knew they were sending you to that hell-school, they probably bugged it if you tried to escape! Your hand twitches a few times in resistance to what you know you need to do, before you turn and hurl it across the street, the phone cracking audibly and splintering visibly as it hits and tumbles before dropping into the gutter.\n\n'Can't call anybody,' you think as you run down the sidewalk again. Besides, do you really have anyone you could call? You don't have much hope of any of your friends back in Deviville sticking beside you in a situation this fucked up, even if they weren't states away. They'll find you if you use your credit cards, too, ugh!\n\nWait, there was a park near the new house, you saw it a few times in passing. That will have places to hide, right? Besides, if your parents tell them where to look, 'the park' isn't actually one of your normal hangouts, they'll be searching the mall or something.\n\nYou hurry on and then through the gates of the park, panting a little. There aren't many people around, but you notice parents there with your small kids, and they're giving you odd looks. ... Right, you're a teenager, it's the middle of the day, and you're wearing a (somewhat ragged) school uniform, you obviously look like you're skipping. 'All I need is for some busybody Karen to call and report me,' you think with a snarl, hurrying along anyway. You can't think of anywhere better to hide, after all.\n\nBut now that you're in the park, where to actually hide? You can't just sit on one of the benches... that's as equally asking for some Good Upright Citizen™ to call and report the awful teen who's ditched out of kid-prison to commit the horrible crime of sitting there and minding her own business. You have to actually get out of sight somewhere, but where?\n\n<hr>\n[[The bathroom.|MeanHH]]\n\n[[The woods.|MeanHH]]\n\n[[The playground equipment.|MeanHH]]\n\n[[The bushes.|MeanHH3x4]]

You instantly break into a run, sprinting through the door and down the steps, pelting across the grass as you head for the fence. You've already realized that there'd be no way to get through the gate, you saw earlier there were at least two guards at it, and they're sure to be waiting for you now. You'll have to climb out.\n\n... Not that it's <i>too</i> difficult, you find. The fence isn't incredibly high, and it's chain link so you can get your fingers and the toes of your shoes into it. It's not even that hard to haul yourself up it and over it, though your clothes do get caught on the top, tearing the button off your jacket and ripping your skirt. Normally you'd be distraught at that, but you definitely have other things on your mind as you drop to the ground and resume running as fast as you can.\n\nOnce you've gotten some distance and have ducked into an alleyway, you decide to let yourself finally freak out a little. As a treat. You clutch the sides of your head, panting and shaking, your knees actually wobbling and sagging, making you slide down against the wall a bit.\n\nAfter a few minutes you actually feel a little better. '... Am I overreacting?' you wonder, rubbing your face. '... No. No, running from school and climbing a fence is totally a justified reaction to that bullshit,' you decide flatly after a few heartbeats. 'That is not normal. That is not right. Gotta get home... ... what if the Uber drivers are in on it?' you think as you glance at your phone. Every time you went to school, the security seemed to know the driver and waved them right in. At the very least the ones in this area are probably registered. ... You'll have to walk.\n\nIt takes you over an hour to get home, even using GPS, just because of the distance and making a few wrong turns (and also a few deliberate wrong turns when you started feeling paranoid). But eventually you see your new house ahead of you, and with a sense of relief run up the walk. Your dad will definitely be at work, so as you rush through the door. "Mom! Mom?!" looking around, you run into the living room, sagging further relief as you see your mother standing there with her cellphone to her ear and staring at you in shock. "Mom, listen, there is something <i>seriously wrong</i> at that school!" you blurt as you straighten up, stabbing a finger towards the door. "In my class, the teacher made this girl bend over the desk and get spanked, and then she actually had to suck off one of the boy students, and th-..."\n\nYou trail off as you realize she hasn't lowered the phone at all and is still just looking at you. Then your blood goes cold as she says, "Yes, she's here now, just came in the door. Oh, that soon? Alright, good." Without lowering the phone, she frowns at you and points at a nearby chair. "Layla, you sit down and wait for the school van this instant."\n\n"But... didn't you hear me?! That school is-!"\n\n"<i>Now!</i>"\n\n<hr>\n[["..." Sit down.|MeanHH]]\n\n[[Run.|MeanHH3x3]]

No way, no way, this is nuts, you're out of here! You follow along with the flow of other students until it takes you close to one of the exits, then slip out, doing your best to keep up a calm, casual stride. Don't freak out, just act like you're supposed to be leaving, you're clearly allowed to, don't freak out...\n\nYou've opened the door and are halfway out of it when you hear a call of "Hey!" from behind you. From the sound of it, it's probably one of the school security officers.\n\n<hr>\n[[Freeze.|MeanHH]]\n\n[[Run!|MeanHH3x2]]

"Mm. You know... you were such a good little friend to the human Cyan, always ready to be by her side," you muse aloud, slipping your fingers out of the human's ass and using your hand to undo the front of your jeans. A thick blue cock and heavy balls immediately spill free, and the shaft quickly growing longer and thicker by the moment. You wrap your hand around it and guide it to Leslie's twitching pucker, then shove in hard, reveling in her scream, and the feeling of her pussy splashing against your balls as she cums against her will. "I think it's only fitting I keep you near me in some capacity, don't you?"\n\nShe has no chance to answer you as you grab her hips and start slamming your cock into her hard, balls slapping against her sodden sex as you pound your prick into her pucker. Leslie yowls and wails, trying to kick her legs futilely as you rape her to orgasm after orgasm, her ass clenching around your demonic cock. You drive her against the edge of the table as you fuck her, your tits bobbling energetically under your shirt, at least until you reach up and rip it away one-handed, freeing the full, blue orbs to bounce all they wish. You deliver a few slaps to the blonde's ass, listening to her shriek and feeling her ass clench around your cock with every one. Ah, teenagers, even more susceptible to demonic lust than most mortals!\n\nSoon her shrieks and yowls fade into moans and gasps of a more purely slutty nature, her eyes rolling up slightly and her tongue lolling out, a bit of drool dribbling down onto the wooden surface of the table. You can feel the moorings of her soul start to loosen from her body just slightly... perfect, you can take part of it and corrupt the rest into the demonic energy necessary for the transformation. The question is, what should you turn her into? With an entire human soul to work with, you have a number of nice options.\n\nYou could turn her into a [[succubus...|GGHH7x1]] more of a peer than a servant, but then who says you can't make your own friends? As a step down from that, you could change her into an [[imp|GGHH8x1]], a near-mindless little servant that would really be more of an extension of your own will than anything else. Then again, there's nothing that says you have to change her into a humanoid demon. You could change her into a [[hellhound|GGHHPlaceholder]] if you wanted a pet, or a [[hell horse|GGHH6x5]] if you wanted a steed. Or a [[slime|GGHH9x1]], a truly mindless but possibly very useful sort of servant. At the far end of the "completely inhuman" scale, you could warp the girl into a [[Meat Forge|GGHH21x1]]... nothing but a tool for changing and transforming other creatures you'd give to it. You are in the perfect place for one, really, though it would essentially mean declaring this mansion as your new base of operations.\n\nYou make a thoughtful noise as you continue raping your victim up the ass, hearing her whimper like a whore as she cums again. Decisions, decisions...

You make your way into the nice living room and flump down on the couch, setting down your bag and leaning your head back, eyes closing. 'I guess if she doesn't get here by the morning, I'll try and call her or... figure out something else to do, I guess. ... Maybe I can just stay here?'\n\nSome time later you've almost drifted off when you hear the front door opening and closing. A mixture of relieved and worried, you stand and turn... then freeze at the sight of a complete stranger standing in the archway of the living room, equally frozen in shock.\n\n... Actually she does look sort of familiar? You feel like you've seen someone with that face shape before, especially with the coppery skin and brown hair. She's tall and lean, with a fairly impressive pair of breasts ("torpedo" shape too) hugged by her tight black turtleneck.\n\nShe is... definitely not Candace.\n\n<hr>\n[[Run!|MeanHH]]\n\n[["... uh..."|MeanHH3x8]]

"If I can, I think I'll go to my mom's cousin. ... I guess that makes her my cousin too?" you say with a frown. "Is it like... second cousin, or...?"\n\n"'Mom's cousin' is probably easier," Song says with a snicker, then frowns. "You gonna be okay going back into the house?"\n\n"I should be. They pretty much always go out for dinner, doubt they'll break that tomorrow just because I ran away," you reply sourly. "Besides, that way I'll be able to get some of my own clothes and other stuff."\n\n"Good point. Okay, here, when you get the address, call me on this," she says, fishing out a folding phone and passing it across the table. "I'll buy a bus ticket to where she lives and pass it off to you."\n\n"Thanks."\n\nYou spend the night on Song's couch, and the next day loitering around her apartment, too nervous to try and do anything, always wary for the sound of the lock clicking way before the end of the school day. You still get nervous at the right time, but it turns out to be Song, who reassures you that nobody seems to be on high alert or particularly trying to track you down. "Most likely they figure you're either still hiding under a bush or long gone," she assures you.\n\nA bit later she has an Uber drop you a few blocks from your parents' house and drives off to her own supposed destination, leaving you to make your way to the house in a set of her sweats, the hood pulled up but your now red hair spilling out of it to help allay suspicion. You loiter around just in sight of the house until you see your parents get in the car and drive off. 'Knew it,' you think in a grumble as you head around to the back of the house.\n\n"Hup," you announce, taking a bit of joy in picking up a sizeable garden rock and hurling it through the glass back door. As much as you'd like to stroll through all cool and like you were completely in charge, you are a little panicked they might have changed the code or you might not be able to put it in in time, so you hurry inside and over to the security panel. Mom's birthday and... yup. Still works. Somehow you're offended that they didn't bother to change it on you.\n\nYou head up to your room, changing out of the sweats and into some of your own more functional clothes, as few of those as you might actually have, wearing a pair of thicker jeans, some actual athletic sneakers, and a purple hoodie that you mostly only ever wore when lounging around the house because it wasn't quite fashionable enough. You shove some of your other clothes into a shoulder bag, glancing around your room, suddenly struck not just by how it was only your room for a week, but how little of what's filling it is actually dear to you. It's hard to think of anything that you genuinely want to take... except. You walk over to the dresser and open one of the drawers, opening it and taking out several pairs of thick socks... and, from under them, a well-thumbed paperback with a fraying spine. You run your thumb over the still somewhat textured and molded lion's head on the front cover, then turn the cover a bit to observe the stamp on the inside reading 'Property of Deviville Junior High'.\n\n'Still a little harsh on the karma,' you think as you tuck the book into the bag with your clothes and heft it onto your shoulder, heading to your parents' room.\n\nIt takes a few tries to break into your mother's laptop (you're not sure why you bothered to use your birthday as a password attempt, it obviously didn't work), but finally you do and start going through it. It's not too hard to find the database she keeps of all the family contacts, and dig out the one you want. 'There we go,' you think, pulling out the phone and dialing.\n\n"<i>You got it</i>?" Song asks.\n\n"Yeah, here," you answer, reading off the address.\n\n"<i>Whew, way out in the country,</i>" Song answers after a pause, apparently checking her phone's map. "<i>I'll have to buy a ticket to the nearest town and you'll have to walk from there. Okay, see you at the bus station.</i>"\n\nYou nod and click the phone closed, then almost without thinking flip it open and grip the sides with both hands, stopping yourself just before you twist. 'Too many Breaking Bad rewatches,' you scold yourself, closing it and slipping it back into your hoodie pocket.\n\nYou pause... then open up your mother's email account. 'Let's see, folder labeled "Private", select that, forward all, new mail, video attachment...'\n\nStepping to the side, you pick up one of the candles and the lighter off the desk, keeping out of sight before you reach over and hit the 'Start' button. "Don't worry, honey, those idiots at the insurance company will never figure out it was arson," you declare in a lower voice as you light the candle and toss it towards the bed, which is in full view of the camera, before reaching over to hit 'Stop', again without showing yourself. 'Aaaand Send To All, which includes the insurance company's email, and done.'\n\nWhistling to yourself, you do this time stroll down the street with your hood up and hands in your pockets, ignoring people starting to emerge and point at the flickering light of fire visible inside the windows. 'I feel a little better now~.'\n\nYou meet up with Song at the bus station, passing her the folded sweats and receiving a bus ticket in return. "Hey. Thanks again for doing all this," you tell her.\n\n"Like I said, you earned the help by being strong enough to actually use it. Anyway, you better get going. Especially since I heard fire trucks a bit ago so I'm guessing you gave your parents a little goodbye gift," she adds dryly.\n\nSmirking, you give Song one last hug, then hurry to catch your bus.\n\nThe trip takes a few days, with several transfers in between, and you have to admit that having to take a long bus trip while keeping your temper and trying not to stand out maybe sands some of the edges off your previous haughty nature. (Some.) Besides, you've got a lot of time to think on the trip, rereading your book several times, and it increasingly feels like keeping ahold of the old Layla is... maybe a little pointless? You're not sure who you'll be without her, but maybe you'll figure it out.\n\nAnyway, you arrive in the town nearest the address in the evening, and after a bit of asking around do find that there's one (1) taxi in town but that it will take you out to the house. A bit later the taxi pulls up outside an old but well-maintained two-story home... you think it probably counts as a mansion, albeit a smallish one. It's well out into the woods, and the driver seems a bit nervous about leaving you out there, but you pull on your confidence and assure him you'll be fine. You head up to the door, knocking and ringing several times, but there's no answer. ... Hm. 'Hope she's not, like, on a three month dig or whatever archaeologists do,' you think, making a face. You glance around, wondering, and, 'Oh look, rock that doesn't look quite like the other rocks.' \n\n"Hello?" you call as you open the door and step inside cautiously. "... Candace?" you add. Calling her just 'Candace' seems weird, you almost want to say 'Aunt Candace' but she's, uh, not, and 'Cousin Candace' somehow seems equally awkward. There's no answer, and no lights are on. Hm.\n\n... Well, what now?\n\n<hr>\n[[Look around the house.|MeanHH]]\n\n[[Sit down and wait.|MeanHH3x7]]

"... I'm here," you call just as quietly.\n\nGetting back onto hands and knees, you crawl out of the bushes, slowly emerging into the moonlight. Your clothes aren't in the absolute tatters you'd started to think they'd be, but you do look very scruffy and feel just as bad. Song is standing there, shining the flashlight in the general vicinity of your chest to keep it out of your eyes, dressed in a simple heavy-duty coat with a jersey hood and jeans, a small purse slung across her chest. She lets out a sigh as she sees you, shaking her head.\n\n"Damn, girl, you look like hell."\n\n"Thanks," you reply in an exhausted tone, walking over to the sidewalk where she's standing. You're surprised when she steps in and wraps her arms around you, resting a hand on the back of your head.\n\n"S'okay, you deserve to look like hell after that."\n\nAfter you've spent a few minutes ugly crying against her shoulder, the two of you make your way to a nearby bench, and she passes you a handkerchief to clean your face up with a bit, then a granola bar. Between bites that you're trying not to let be too wolfish, you ask, "But is it safe for me to be out? Won't they catch me?"\n\n"That's not how it works, Layla," she answers with a small shake of the head. "There's no city-wide manhunt by school stormtroopers or anything like that. There's probably an APB out for a runaway of your description, but that's pretty much it."\n\nYou frown at that. "But it's like... some weird prison school isn't it? You basically said so yourself."\n\n"Yeah. St. Sacuma's is basically a 'reform' school for kids who didn't form up the way somebody liked," she says sourly. Then she shrugs. "But look where it is. The middle of some quiet, normal little town. Because it doesn't need to be in the middle of the arctic or have twenty foot fences when it's got the fear of running away into the world and having to be on your own to keep you in line."\n\nYou absorb that, remembering how there was that temptation to just keep going to class and pretending it way all fine, or to sit down and wait for the school officials when your mother told you to. Because you were even more scared of breaking all the rules and running away. "... But what about seniors like you?" you ask after a moment. "I mean, you're practically adults already, why don't <i>you</i> leave?"\n\n"Yeah, well, it gets a little more complicated at that point," she says wryly, before letting out a sigh. "A lot of it's still that, but me personally? I stay so that I can help the kids who are coming in as much as I can. Including the occasional runaway. I'll be honest, I really didn't expect it of you," she adds, raising her eyebrows. "I genuinely had you pegged more as winding up sucking up to the teachers and joining in. Look, sorry, obviously I was wrong," she adds, raising her hands in surrender as you scowl-pout at her. Reaching out to take your hand, she stands and says, "Look, come back to my place, get cleaned up and put something on those scratches, and then we'll talk about what happens next."\n\nNodding tiredly and, admittedly, gratefully, you let her guide you back out of the park, and watch as she calls up a rideshare. You almost panic a little when you realize that it's the path back to school, but she puts a hand on your arm. "Relax. I live in some apartments near the school."\n\nIndeed, it's less than half a mile away, and you can see St. Sacuma's from the apartment window, which makes you shudder and close the blinds. The apartment's not that big but it's also not some closet, clean and well-appointed, and as you look around you ask, "You have your own apartment?"\n\n"Yeah. Like I said, situation's kind of weird, I'd rather not get into it," she says, before handing you a tube. "This'll clear those scratches up pretty fast. You'll probably also want to use this," she adds, handing you a box.\n\n"... Oh. Yeah, guess so," you mutter at the sight of a box of (natural shade) red hair dye.\n\nThe scratch cream really does make them pretty much disappear, since they were small in the first place, and you somewhat mournfully use the hair dye to cover up your previous dye job. You make sure to do your eyebrows as well so they don't give you away, then wrap a towel around yourself and head back out. Seeing that Song has set out a plate of food (curry and rice), you decide to eat before doing any further moping.\n\n"So basically, let's talk options," Song says as she sits down across from you, folding her arms on the table. "Do you have any relatives other than your parents you think you could trust? Preferably someone that doesn't get along with them?" she adds in a wry tone.\n\nYou wrack your brains for a moment, then squint. "I think my mom has a cousin who's like an archaeologist or something? They were never that close but I think they kind of despise each other because they're such opposites. I've only seen her briefly at a few family gatherings, but... if I could get back into the house while my parents are out, I could probably find out where she lives."\n\n"Sounds like a good option, but it'll still be chancy," Song replies, nodding thoughtfully. "Never know when someone like that's gonna refuse to believe you and just send you back."\n\n"I mean, the only other option is that I maybe have some relatives in Europe somewhere?" you say with a sigh. "I know the Mercers are from like, Ireland or Scotland or Wales or somewhere originally."\n\n"Tall order. Doable at a stretch though. I mean, your other options aren't great," Song allows. "Basically, you can just hit the road. Try to get by as a runaway. I'll give you some money and some clothes... they'll fit you like shit since they're mine, but they'll keep you warm and last you out there. After that, it'll be up to you to figure out what to do and where to go. The other option..." She glances around, then shrugs. "You can stay here."\n\nYou blink. "With you?"\n\n"Yeah. It's probably just asking to get caught," she adds with a shrug. "I'm pretty sure they check my room occasionally same as they check our lockers. But at least until then, you'd be safe."\n\n"But what about you? I mean, if they do catch me?" You surprise yourself a little for even thinking that, let alone asking it, but she has done a <i>lot</i> for you and maybe it's kind of gotten to you. "Won't you get in trouble? Or like... get sent to... Remedial?" you murmur, shuddering. You still don't know what that is, but more than ever you have a feeling it's really bad. \n\nSong snorts at that. "Maybe, but if it happens, it happens. Probably been a long time coming, honestly, and I can't run forever." Smiling gently, she leans over and rests a hand over one of yours, giving it a squeeze. "Look, it takes a lot of guts to ditch that place. You've earned whatever help I can give you. Just decide what you wanna do and I'll help as much as I can."\n\n<hr>\n[[You'll go to your mom's cousin.|MeanHH3x6]]\n\n[[You'll go to Europe.|MeanHH]]\n\n[[You'll go on the run.|MeanHH4x1]]\n\n[[You'll stay here.|MeanHH]]

... Everywhere else is either somewhere it would be way too easy for you to get lost, or somewhere much too obvious for you to be found. Sighing heavily, you look around for some thick bushes that you could hide in.\n\nEventually you spot some that are just big enough that they'd cover you sitting on the ground or someone looking casually from the sides, but that are loose enough you could actually crawl into them. Unfortunately they're the kind with those kind of oval-shaped waxy leaves with the pointy, scratchy tips. Grimacing, you nevertheless resolve yourself and get down onto your hands and knees, trying to protect your face as you crawl into them, feeling the leaves and branches scratch your skin and cause further little rips and tears in your clothes.\n\nOnce inside, you find a hollow that's big enough that with a bit of wiggling you can turn around and sit down, if you hug your legs to yourself. Which you kind of want to anyway. You're dirty, scratched up, your nice, immaculate clothes are all stained and torn, you're on the run from evil freak schoolteachers, and you've finally had it confirmed that your parents don't really love you.\n\nIt's not even noon.\n\n'This isn't how things were supposed to go,' you think with a sniff, pressing your face against your knees as tears leak down your cheeks. 'I was supposed to jump right into being popular again. Everything was gonna go my way. What did I do to deserve this?' Of course, almost immediately several things leap to mind, but even then you can't quite feel that maybe the karma you're reaping is a little disproportionate.\n\nAll the same, there's not a lot else to think about, so you sit in the pricker-bushes stewing on your sins as time slowly passes. You figure that once it's late enough at night, you should be able to get out and get away, they're not going to search for you in the dead of night, right? A few times you hear what sound like really hard-soled shoes going by, and huddle in more tightly on yourself, shaking as you wait for them to go past.\n\nEventually it starts to get dark, and as it gets dark it gets cold. The park is quiet now, and you're shivering for different reasons. You're glad that your blazer is at least heavy enough to ward off some of the chill, but you're really missing one of your stylish puffy coats and your fur-lined boots about now. 'Pumpkin spice cappucino would be nice too,' you think with a sniffle, rubbing your face against your knees again. Instead of this... ... whatever this is.\n\nMore time passes, and your stomach starts to grumble enough that you're worried it might be audible to someone passing. But no one has in a long time, so it's probably... no, wait. You can hear something now, and there's the swings of a flashlight's beam...\n\n"Layla," a voice calls softly. "Hey, Layla, are you here?"\n\nThat's... Song? What's she doing here? ... Helping them look for you? \n\n... But she was also the one that tried to warn you. Did... did she come to help you?\n\n"Layla," Song calls quietly again. "Hey, if you're there, come out, it's okay."\n\nYou flinch a little as a cold breeze comes along and rustles the bush around you, putting a fresh small scratch on your cheek and seeming to cut right through your clothes. Honestly this sucks so bad that you almost want to go out either way. But you're <i>really</i> afraid of being caught all the same.\n\nRisk it?\n\n<hr>\n[[Trust her.|MeanHH3x5]]\n\n[[Stay put.|MeanHH]]

The Handler sat behind her desk, looking Neutral #7 up and down thoughtfully. Like all freshly-conditioned agents right out of Room 101, it had been given a plain gray bodysuit with no utility belt or tech bracers... like any multipurpose combat platform, it would only be outfitted with those when necessary for a mission. Thus its pert teenage breasts and tight sex were on full display beneath the thin layer of clingy, shiny material, and the Handler allowed herself to enjoy the sight unabashedly. It wasn't as if she had to worry about offending, like she was dealing with a person, after all. Its hair had been trimmed short enough to accommodate wearing wigs, helmets, or prosthetic devices as necessary, shearing it of the once-distinctive blue and purple tips, and its face was set in a perfect professional expression, somehow both solemn and slightly cheerful, the faint hint of a practiced smile that did not in any way touch the completely empty blue eyes.\n\n"Neutral #7, what is the purpose of your existence?" she asked evenly.\n\n"To obey you, ma'am," the blank answered immediately, easily, as if it were actually somewhat of a relief to say it. The Handler smiled... later stages of conditioning in Room 101 involved showing the subject images of their superiors in the organization with positive reinforcement, and images of various enemies and world leaders with negative reinforcement. Of course, she'd tweaked her Room 101's program to instill just a bit more loyalty towards her... but she wasn't worried about the Organization finding out. In fact she'd be absolutely shocked if they didn't already know and simply not care... it was probably quite standard for most Handlers to do. They'd have some other safeguard, and she'd have another, and so on, and that's how the game was played.\n\n"Let's have a small test of that," the Handler announced. "Go worship that guard's cock and balls with your mouth."\n\n"Yes, ma'am," Neutral #7 acknowledged, unhesitatingly turning towards the male guard to one side of the door and moving to kneel in front of him, undoing his pants with even, quick motions of its latex-sheathed fingers. Once it had opened them enough to reveal his limp shaft and wrinkly sack, it leaned in and started using long rolls of its tongue against the limp pole, before moving one hand to tug and rub at it while dropping her lips to his balls to suck and lick at them.\n\n'It looks like the skill implantation took,' the Handler mused as she watched the blank sucking one of the guard's testicles into its mouth before moving up to slide the head of his limp prick into its mouth, tongue slipping past its lips as it worked him over. Of course, as the complete lack of reaction from both his genitals and his face showed, the guard was as much of an 'it' as the blank was, but he was her regular office guard so she'd humanized him a little, she supposed. 'How silly,' the Handler mused to herself. 'But then, people get attached to all sorts of things, like Roombas.'\n\nFor the next hour or so, the Handler did paperwork and made some calls, half tuning out the pair of meat puppets next to the doorway, the sight of the teenage blank sucking, licking, kissing, and stroking the guard's soft cock and hanging balls little more attention-grabbing than an aquarium. Finally finishing up her backlog of reports, though, she looked over and considered. Finally, as the blank slid its mouth over the limp shaft until its lips pressed around the root, the Handler said evenly, "Guard, have an erection." Instantly, a bulge slid down the gray-clad teenage doll's throat, showing even through the thin layer of latex hugging around the lower half of its neck. Other than a slight, reflexive gagging noise, it showed no other reaction, the guard's own expression unchanging even as the agent began bobbing its head up and down the length of its now impressively long, hard, and thick pole. "Mm. Now, Guard, bend Neutral #7 over my desk and fuck her in the ass."\n\nThe guard immediately grabbed the blank by its short hair, yanking its head back off of his prick and hauling it to its feet. Marching forward, he shoved it against the front of the Handler's desk, enough to jar it to bend forward, one of his hands pressing it down until its latex-clad tits were squashed against the surface. His other hand ripped away the seat of the bodysuit before shoving his spit-lubed cock deep into the blank's ass. Its polite, professional semi-smile never wavered as the guard began slamming his prick into its tight rear hole over and over, jarring it against the desk. It might as well have simply been standing there again.\n\n"Hm." The Handler rubbed her chin thoughtfully. Probably a good idea to test the acting engrams too. "Neutral #7, act like you love the guard and are deeply happy about having sex with him this way."\n\nInstantly the blank's expression changed, lips parting slightly, eyes growing heavy-lidded and head turning. Its back arched slightly, one hand reaching back to rest on the guard's arm. "Oh, oh baby, oh, it feels so good," it gasped in a breathy voice, somewhere between lust and innocence. "I never knew it could feel so good, oh God, I love you so much, I love your dick inside me too, oh God, please!"\n\nThe Handler smiled a bit in amusement. "Now act like an enthusiastic but bitchy whore he's just paid outside an alleyway."\n\nThe blank's hand came around to rest on the desk, both of them bracing as it started thrusting its hips back to meet the guard's, its mouth curling up in a sultry but half-mocking smile, eyes taking a set of knowing, wicked enjoyment despite still betraying a slight emptiness if you knew to look for it. "Oo, yeah, you like that, huh? You like my fucking asshole? You like jamming that big, fat prick in my tight ass? Does your wife not let you fuck her in the ass? Mine's probably better anyway, huh?" it cooed, shaking its hips and arching into the slaps of the guard's balls against its still latex-covered cunt.\n\nThe Handler chuckled, lounging back in her chair. "Now act like he's raping you."\n\nInstantly the blank's eyes shot wide open, its expression becoming one of panic and tears streaking down its cheeks as it looked over its shoulder, clawing at the desk as she whimpered, "Nooooo! No, stop, please! Ah, it hurts, it hurrrrrts!" It whined, trembling and crying out at the guard's thrusts. "Please, don't!"\n\nThe Handler glanced up from the sight in front of her as the door slid open, Agent Violet striding in, breasts jiggling just slightly in the confines of her suit. The purple-clad woman took her own glance at the pleading, sobbing teenager bent over the desk with a cock being mercilessly drilled into its ass. "Ah, testing out the new blank's acting engrams?" she asked cheerfully.\n\n"They all seem to be in order," the Handler replied with a smile, before adding, "Guard, cease having an erection and return to duty. Neutral #7, you may also cease and be at ease."\n\nInstantly, both the guard and the blank stopped their movements, Neutral #7's expression once more dropping back into that even, professional gaze. The guard drew his instantly limp cock from the blank's ass and tucked it away, refastening his pants before moving back to stand by the door, his lips never once so much as having twitched. The blank straightened to its feet, settling back into the exact same pose it had been in before being ordered to do anything.\n\n"It checks out, then?" Agent Violet asked casually, as if they were discussing a new printer the office had acquired rather than what had once been her daughter.\n\n"To all appearances. Fuchsia already gave it her own tests, but I do like to put each new Neutral through a few paces of my own. You can take it back to its storage locker now, though, since you're here." The Handler turned her attention back to her computer screen, only to glance up as Agent Violet and Neutral #7 approached the doorway. "Violet. You're not going to have a problem sending that blank into a situation where we have to sacrifice it like any other tool we use, are you?"\n\nViolet blinked as if honestly surprised, glancing at the empty-eyed teenager beside her, then back at the Handler, actually laughing. "Why on Earth would I? And 'sacrifice' is an odd term, you wouldn't really say a Predator drone was 'sacrificed' if you crashed it into an enemy plane, would you?"\n\n"You're right, silly of me." The Handler smiled back, shaking her head. "It won't even be able to pass as a person again for at least ten years, if we don't use it up before then. Maybe I really am getting sentimental as I get older." She paused, then laughed again. "I mean here I am, acting like you're a real person too!"\n\n"You are, indeed, very silly to think of me like that," Violet agreed cheerfully with a bob of her head. "Was there anything else you needed me for?"\n\n"No, just that, you're dismissed."\n\n"I'll go put it away, then," Violet acknowledged with a smile, turning and walking out, not giving much of a second thought to the thing trotting along at her heels.\n\n<b>Cyan the Spy</b> end - <i>Disposable Asset</i>

"Look, no way, I'm not gonna dress up like that to deliver a pizza, and I'm <i>especially</i> not going to go inside someone's house like that!" you declare with a scowl.\n\nThere's a few seconds of silence. When Adlai answers, the tone of the voice is unchanged. "I'm afraid that is unacceptable."\n\n"What, like you're gonna <i>fire</i> me?! No way, I'd be able to sue so hard!"\n\n"While terminating your employment is indeed an option due to the contract you signed, that is not the primary method for dealing with this issue. Your contract stipulates that you have agreed to at least one year of service on the Special Service Program, and that Fully Automated Food is both obligated and authorized to insure that you are capable and obligated to fulfill Special Service Program requests during that time."\n\n"What?!" you yelp, reaching for the contract you shoved to the side earlier... only to have a clamp fasten around your wrist. You jerk your head to look over at the omnidresser, seeing its limbs having grown much longer to reach out, fastening around your wrists and ankles as another one undoes your seatbelt. Screaming and thrashing against the restraints, you're lifted up out of the chair and hauled through the air into the omnidresser, which slams closed behind you much faster than it ever did before.\n\nPreviously when the arms undressed you, they went at a slow-ish, easy pace, something almost sensual without actually being sexual. This time, while there's still no jerky movements or any indication of eagerness, they move much more quickly and efficiently, undoing your pants and hauling them and your panties down in one quick stroke, near-instantly rendering you naked from the waist down. Similarly they haul up your shirt and undo your bra at almost the same time, having no apparent difficulty despite your continued struggles, until you're being held naked and spread-eagled in midair. "You bastards! You can't get away with this! This is-!" You cut off with a bit of a choke as to see an arm tipped with something small but with numerous little metal prongs coming off of it, sort of like a computer chip. "H-hey, what the hell is that?! What are you doing?!" you demand as one of the arms lifts your hair up, baring the back of your neck as that arm swings in. There's a spritz of something against the back of your neck, and then you cry out more in shock and fear than anything else, since there's just a light pressure as something penetrates and lightly clamps into your skin just below your scalp.\n\n"Please do not be alarmed, this is merely a device to assist you in having a good customer relations attitude related to your current request," Adlai answers evenly. "It will activate now."\n\n"What do you mean activaNH!" There's a brief little shock that sends tingles all through your head... then you let out a soft giggle as you relax in the restraints. "Um, like, wow, you were tooootally right, I feel so much better now!" you chirp happily. Really, what was there to be worried about? At all, ever? Giggling again at what a complete doof you were, you wiggle your shoulders and poke out your tits to show them off, beaming as you get ready for the best dressing machine like <i>ever</i> to give you an amazing hot makeover. "Thankoooooo, Adlai!"\n\n"You are welcome," Adlai's absolutely awesome and charming voice comes back as those other neato robit hands come out and start dressing you.\n\nYou give another happy giggle as they slide the shirt into place, it's a totally tight and awesome-looking one with a logo on it and everything even though part of it's stretched. "Wow, it makes my titties look even bigger!" you declare happily, giving your shoulders a bit of a shake to make them wobble, the shirt still baring a fair bit of the undersides of your boobs. The awesome little red shorts they pull up are really more like a pair of oversized thong panties, baring the majority of your ass and hugging up snugly against your pussy to clearly outline the lips of your sex. You coo happily as your feet are sheathed in white kneesocks and super cute white low-top sneakers with the FAF logo on them. Nice nice nice! The arms do your hair up all pretty and give you suuuuch awesome whore-y red lipstick that makes your lips look super poofy and sweet, and it totes tastes like cherries too, before they lower you to the ground and you practically skip out, humming cheerfully as you head for the now open back door.\n\n"Celeste, the pizza," Adlai gently reminds you.\n\n"Oh, <i>duh</i>, right!" you say with a giggle, lightly bonking yourself on the side of the head with your knuckles before you pick up the box. "I'm suuuuch a dumb, thanks Adlai~!"\n\n'No, this isn't right, why am I acting like this?' you think briefly, growing confused as you step out of the van, briefly stopping and glancing around uncertainly. But then the thought washes away because you're having way too much fun doing a sexy walk that shows off your ass and boobies as you go past people, winking saucily at them and giving your hips an extra shake at all the hot dads you pass. In the elevator you even scooch over to one and let your ass press up against his crotch, giggling with absolute delight as you feel him grow hard against you. Awww, he thinks you're smexy, that's sooooo sweet! Still, you've got a job to do, and you happily bounce out of the elevator as it opens and skip down the hall to knock on the door. "Pizza~!" you chorus sunnily.\n\nThe door opens, and oh gosh it's a totally cute and hot and smexy nerdboy! That uncut hair is sooooo dreamy and those thick glasses, sploosh! Freckles~, you love freckles~, and he's all scrawny and cute and you just wanna eat him up! He opens and closes his mouth a few times and it's soooooo sweet of him to get so turned on by your boobies and your pussy that he can't even talk! He steps back and gestures for you to come in, and you make sure to brush past him as you do, giggling again. Oh wooooow he's got so much <i>stuff</i>! Like just a bunch of... stuff! You don't know what most of this stuff is but you're pretty sure you recognize the Enterprise ship thingy from Star Wars, looks like he likes that one! You quickly spot a totally low little table and with a cheeky grin back at him you head right for it. Even if that's not the one he meant you're tooootally gonna put it down there, 'cause it means you get to shake your butt at him and show off your pussy, and you're pretty sure it's ridden up completely into a thong and the crotch is showing the sides of your pussylips and that's <i>awesome</i>!\n\nOf course when you stand up and turn around he's absolutely got a raging stiffy. Feeling a thrill of brainless excitement run through you, you unhesitatingly walk over and squat down on the balls of your feet, spreading your knees wide and showing off your pussy through the tiny shorts as you undo his pants, fishing out his amaaaazing cock oh gosh it's so good all cocks are amazing and totally should get shoved in you but this one's the <i>customer's</i> so it's the best!\n\n"W-wait are you really sure we should be doing this?!" he stammers in an incredibly sexy way as you start stroking his stiff prick.\n\n"Um, <i>yeah</i>?" you answer with a giggle, grinning up at him with a wonderfully empty-headed smile. "As <i>if</i> I wasn't gonna suck you off?" And then matching action to word, 'cause duh, you lean forward and slide your lips over his cockhead, making nice loud 'Mmm!' and 'Oo!' noises so that he definitely knows how yummy his dick is.\n\nHe cums after only a few bobs of your head, which is toooootally and absolutely super hot! Especially since he gives you an absolutely super duper yummy load that's reeeeally thick and good and yummy as you swirl it around on your tongue and swallow. Only once you've swallowed every delicious drop do you pull back, briefly holding your mouth open and jutting your tongue out so he can see it's all gone, before you let out a giggle. "Gosh, you must have been, like, totes pent up and stuff, that was a biiiig one!" At his adorable blush, you giggle again, resuming stroking him reverently with one hand, stroking and twisting his still completely stiff dick. "I bet you've got another couple loads for me too, huuuuuh?"\n\n"I-I mean... I... I uh..." He's got that super cute blush going again as he dips a hand into his pocket and comes up with a wrapped condom.\n\n"Hm? Oh nah, nah, we don't need this!" you chirp, taking it from him and giving it a fling into the nearby kitchen garbage. SCORE! Two points! Or like three! Or something! \n\n"W-w-w-w-wait, are you sure?!"\n\n"Um, <i>yeah</i>?" you reply, giggling. "Like, we won't need it 'cause-"\n\n<hr>\n[["-you're gonna fuck my boobies!"|CelPizza]]\n\n[["-you're gonna knock me up!"|CelPizza]]

* <b>Main</b>: Austin can now tell the hypnotized girls [[he inherited them|Austin6x2]] along with the hot springs.\n* <b>Main</b>: Imaginarium-using Eric can now try [[time control|RunFF7x4]] when messing about with powers in school.\n* <b>Main</b>: Eric can [[give up resisting|HLMai3x1]] once futa Mai has facefucked him.\n* <b>Main</b>: [[Mike|MikeStart]] now has a new job opportunity.\n* <b>Main</b>: Cyan can now choose to be a [[Producer|GGSR7x1]] when working in the Ag Sector.\n* <b>Main</b>: Road Witch Cyan can [[approach the camper|RoadWitch1x1]]. \n* <b>Main</b>: Knocked-up girl Ranma can decide to try to hook [[Soun|FRanX22x7]].\n* <b>Main:</b> Mike can now have Robert set the animatronics to [[horny|MikeFiestaStart]].\n* <b>Main</b>: Jamie can now go with [[his father|QOFamStart]] for his birthday.\n* More of Mike trying to find out the magical girls' secret identities.\n* More of Jamie and his dad.\n* <b>Main</b>: Cypher can now enter [[Equivalent Exchange|Cypher15x2]] after rolling Karma Slave.\n* <b>Main</b>: Holly can now choose [[turkey|HollyNov1x4]] from among the options offered by the Thanksgiving Rebellion.\n* <b>Main</b>: Holly can also [[reject|HolValStart]] the Valentine's chocolates from Allen.\n* <b>Main</b>: Cyan can now [[resist|GGCandy5x2]] further stimulation of her candy-induced dick.\n* <b>Main:</b> Eric can now agree to be the [[toy|WLMischief1x2]] of the strange rich man who rescues him at Worldland.\n* <b>Main</b>: Sam can [[stay away|FemPalV10x2]] from the strange light she sees when being cyberized.

What is this, some cross between a Dickensian child criminal gang and a mall Christmas display?! You turn and make a run for your chair where you left the fire poker leaning against the arm, only to hear a <i>whoomp</i> noise from behind you. You yelp as something hits across your back, a pair of brightly-colored Christmas ball decorations swinging around trailing ribbon, whipping through the air incredibly fast and wrapping the ribbon around your body. By the time you thud to the floor, your forearms are bound against each other behind your back, the ribbons pressing the sweater close to your skin so that your breasts are lifted and separated, and several loops of ribbon run between your bound-together legs so that every time you squirm they rub the satin against your pussy.\n\n"Sakura from R&D made this one, I see," the girl's voice says in a dry tone as the pair walk over to you.\n\n"Hey, whatever works," the boy says cheerfully, putting his hands on his hips and leaning down a bit to look at you. "We were really hoping you'd decide to try and get back on the nice list, but it looks like you're not going to cooperate. We need to get Santa out of lockup before the sun rises... as long as we do that, we can still salvage all of this."\n\n"So you're going to go down to the station and tell them this was all a big mixup, drop all the charges, and do whatever it takes to expedite Santa's release," the girl adds, wagging a finger at you. \n\n"You two are crazy!" you blurt, struggling more, your face flushing with both anger and embarrassment at the feeling of the ribbons rubbing on you.\n\n"No, we're Christmas elves, though I guess it's a pretty fine line," the girl says in a bland tone.\n\n"She's not gonna cooperate, Emmy. Hand me the mission bag," the boy says with a sigh, holding out his hand.\n\n"Here y'go, Rudy, the finest weird stuff R&D can come up with," she says with a snicker, passing him what looks like a miniature version of the bag the burglar was carrying.\n\n"Hey... hey what are you doing?" you inquire in worry, trying to scoot back from him.\n\n"Since you're not going to cooperate willingly, we're going to make you," Rudy the supposed elf announces, finishing his rummaging and pulling something out.\n\n<hr>\n[["... A Santa hat?"|HollyXmas]]\n\n[["What's with the thermos?"|HollyXmas]]\n\n[["Panties?!"|HollyXmas6x6]]

You spend a few moments arranging things in your head, trying to figure out how best to structure what you're about to say. Because you're betting that lying is Naughty, as is compounding it by lying to the police, so you're going to have to be very technical and very precise about this if you want to get through it without getting shocked and potentially screwing this whole thing up. (Those da-aaaa-ancing prone elves didn't really think this through did they?)\n\n"Look, detective," you say slowly. "The truth is that the man you have in lockup is someone who's been in my home many, many times over the years, in fact probably in and out of it all my life. I think it's fair to say that I gave him a standing invitation, honestly. It's just that I haven't actually seen him in many years, and when he suddenly showed up like he always does I panicked and freaked out. I lost my head, and didn't realize who he was. I know he seems like an eccentric old man, but he's kind and caring. I've never known him to hurt anyone or be a threat, so I swear, I don't think he's going to hurt anyone if you let him go."\n\nDetective Dohish looks at you rather dubiously for long moments... then nods slowly. "Yeah, okay. I'll release him into your custody, in that case. Just, maybe consider taking him to someone for help with the Santa thing?"\n\n"Yessir, the moment we leave here," you hurry to agree, starting to tremble in place.\n\nHe hesitates for just a moment more, before turning and heading around the corner again. The moment he's out of sight you bolt for the bathroom, flinging yourself into one of the stalls and locking it, collapsing against the wall as you cum your brains out, your eyes rolling and your tongue lolling out, your whole body shaking as your hips desperately fuck the air. You've did it, you've secured Santa's release and saved Christmas! And the panties are making you orgasm in relation to the Nice thing you've done. You shudder and twitch, hips still gyrating whorishly in the midair as your juices soak through the pants you're wearing, almost imperceptible damp marks on the black fabric sliding down your inner thighs. After all, you saved Christmas without telling a single lie. Because if Santa's real, then he's visited you and been in your house every year you've been a good girl since you were born. And you've always put out milk and cookies, effectively inviting him in. And you haven't seen him in many years because, well, you've <i>never</i> seen him until now. And you did lose your head, specifically because you didn't realize he was the real Santa Claus. And of course he'd seem like an eccentric old man to anyone who didn't realize he really does kindly deliver toys to all the good children with great care. And outside of some crappy horror movies, you've never heard of Santa Claus actually hurting anyone in real life, so you were pretty sure he wouldn't going forward.\n\nLuckily you decided to wear a flannel shirt over your sweater, and once you've got yourself under control you quickly tie it around your waist, arranging the sleeves to drape in front of your crotch. Hoping the lingering wetness will go unnoticed after the use of some paper towels, you walk back out on rubbery legs, just in time for Detective Dohish to round the corner again with Santa in tow. He pauses again at the sight of you, and you try not to notice the way his cock visibly hardens a little in his pants... despite your attempts to cover it up, your flushed and slightly sweaty face, slightly disheveled hair, and diamond hard nipples must still be quite a sight. "Ah... here, you need to sign these," he murmurs, holding out a clipboard as you approach.\n\n"Yes, thank you," you murmur in a breathy voice, seeing his eyes widen and that bulge twitch a little. ... Yeah you're a mess. Doing your best to seem calm as you sign and date the papers (but nonetheless letting out a soft, breathy moan as doing so gives you a little mini-orgasm), you finally turn and walk out of the station, Santa Claus in tow.\n\n"Well, Holly, I'd ask what made you change your mind about me, but it's fairly clear," Santa says in a rather solemn voice as you approach your car, tucking his gloved thumbs in his belt. "Now just who went and put those Attitude Adjustment Undergarments on you to spring me, hmmmm?"\n\nWordlessly, you point towards the car as the doors slam, Rudy and Emmy having clambered out and walked to meet you. (You're surprised when the panties don't do anything at that... you wonder if snitching isn't Naughty, or telling the truth when asked is Nice, if they cancel each other otu, or if it's just neutral all around.) "Thank goodness, let's get you back to the sleigh, Santa," Emmy says in a relieved tone.\n\n"Rudy, this is your work, isn't it?" Santa says in a scolding tone, putting his hands on his hips. "Now I may have been in trouble, but that doesn't give you leave to go forcing otherwise Nice young ladies like Holly into such things with experimental projects!"\n\nAt that, Rudy shrugs. "I mean, they don't assign you to Emergency Santa Rescue because you're the kindest and sweetest elf on the Pole, Santa, doing a bit of Naughty comes with the job."\n\n"And don't blame just Rudy, Santa, I went along with it after all," Emmy hurries to add.\n\n"Hmph. Well, we'll talk about it back on the sleigh." Santa adjusts his hat and turns to you. "I do apologize, Holly. Your reaction was understandable, despite all the trouble it caused. Next year you're in for quite the presents no matter where you are on the list, to make up for this. Although, if you prefer, I can leave them on the porch rather than come inside."\n\n"N-no, it's okay... Santa," you say, a little meekly, but still giving him a nervous smile. "I mean, even if I didn't realize it was the really real you, I'm really really sorry for hitting you with a bowl and getting you arrested-d-d-dmmf!" You bite your lower lip, whimpering a little in (very pleasured) humiliation as you cream your panties in front of Santa Claus. These things are such a blessed curse!\n\nSanta tosses a glare at Rudy, who at least has the grace to sigh and sound a bit contrite as he says, "You should be able to take those off now. Y'know, when you get home. Since trying to take them off won't count as trying to avoid saving Santa. Anyway, do what you want with 'em. I gotta go get lectured for like 10,000 relative hours," he mutters, trudging after Santa and his sister as the trio walk off down the street.\n\nWell. He deserves it, but best you not rub it in. You climb into your car and drive home in a bit of a daze... admittedly a pleasured daze since the panties are still apparently rewarding you for being so Nice and saving Santa, and maybe for not piling on Rudy when you had the chance. Once there you hurry to your bedroom and strip, including the little G-string, which you're left just staring at. It's actually a little weird to be suddenly without the constant, faint, uplifting pleasure they gave you when you were being Nice. But rather than think on it too much, you drop them to the floor and dismiss them from your mind as you go to take a quick shower and then collapse into bed.\n\nYou wake up late in the morning with a soft groan, looking blearily at the clock. ... Yeah you've way overshot your window for the drive to grandma's house. You'll just have to tell them you had car trouble and you won't be there until tomorrow, or something. You'd think you just had a wild dream and overslept, but of course when you sit up, you spot the wicked green G-string and its bright red berries laying there on the floor where you dropped them.\n\n... You know. Maybe you shouldn't fib to your family. Maybe you could tell the truth... albeit not every detail... about why you'll be late, but still do your best to get there. You're betting that would be pretty Nice...\n\n'No, no, what are you thinking?' you scold yourself. 'Remember what happened every time you were Naughty in those things! Hell you don't even know what its full definitions of Naughty and Nice <i>are</i>! You were afraid to even think cuss words they let them say on cartoons last night in case it shocked your poor little clitty! Why would you ever put those on again?!'\n\nThe answer, of course, is because it felt fucking amaaaazing being Nice in them.\n\n<hr>\n[[Put the panties on.|HollyXMas]]\n\n[[Put them away.|HollyXMas]]\n\n[[Throw them out.|HollyXmas]]

"What the heck?!" you blurt as he pulls out a little green G-string, the front of it just a bunch of green lace with a little embroidered mistletoe complete with small berry decoration on the front. "I-I refuse to wear those!"\n\n"We're not exactly giving them as a present, here. Grab her legs, Emmy," Rudy says, waiting for his sister to take hold of your ankles before he pokes one of the balls connected to the ribbon binding you. The ribbons around your leg and crotch recede, allowing you to try and kick and wriggle, but the girl's stronger than she looks. Together the two of them start pulling off your pajama pants, making you shriek in outrage and start shouting for help... at least up until Rudy shoves what seems to be a miniature rubber recreation of a traditional Christmas pudding in your mouth. Then you're left blurting muffled outrage as they strip you below the waist, and then work the panties onto you, sliding them up your legs and into place, until the string has disappeared between your round asscheeks and the straps rest atop your full hips.\n\n"Now," Rudy continues, plucking the festive gag from your mouth. "Are you going to help us rescue Santa?"\n\n"Of course not! OWOWOWOWOWOW!" you shriek, your hips bucking and twisting as what feels like an actual <i>electric shock</i> strikes right on your clit! It's actually more alarming in its suddenness than it is sincerely painful, but it's definitely some of that all the same! "W-what the fuck? OWOWOWSTOPPITOW!" you howl as it happens again.\n\n"I'd avoid swearing, if I were you," Emmy says dryly.\n\n"And also, y'know, <i>help us save Santa</i>," Rudy adds, narrowing his eyes.\n\n"That's ridiculous, no way will I YEEEPAHAHOWOW okay okay okay!" you whimper, trying to control the way your ass shakes and twitches in the air from the shocks. "Okay, I'll help you, I'll rescue Santa, I'll... oooooooo..." You trail off, your eyes rolling up some and the breath gradually easing past your lips. The orgasmic pleasure that spreads through you from your pussy is as smooth and gentle as the shocks were sharp and sudden. If you had to compare it to anything, it would be like drinking a mug of warm, rich cocoa after being out in the cold all day, except instead of hot chocolate warming from your throat and belly, it's a steady orgasm spreading out from your pussy. "Oh... oh my..."\n\n"See how much better it is to be Nice?" the boy elf(?!) says smugly, tapping one of the Christmas balls to release the rest of your bonds. "Now, hurry up and go get dressed so we can fix the mess you made, dufus."\n\nBristling, you climb to your feet, for a moment forgetting you're not wearing anything but your pajama top and the tiny Christmas-y G-string. "Now listen here you little snot, I've OW! OW OW STOP WHY?!"\n\n"Raising your voice and insulting people are Naughty," Emmy says with a bit of a sigh, rubbing her face.\n\nTrembling a little, you do your best to soothe your wounded dignity, smoothing the front of your top and at the same time pulling it forward over your crotch as much as you can. "... Since I have agreed to help you," you say in a calm, even, and of course moderated in volume tone. "I would prefer it if you don't insult and bait me. Please. ... ohhhh..." You shudder gently, your eyelids fluttering some.\n\n"Fair enough. Plus you are helping us test these Attitude Adjustment Undergarments," Rudy says, his voice still rather smug. "Alright then, <i>please</i> go get dressed, and let's go get Santa out of lockup."\n\nNodding stiffly, you turn and make your way back to your bedroom, briefly covering the crack of your ass with one hand as you face away from the twins. Of course once in your room you try to take them off, but they shock you so bad you quickly stop... apparently trying to get out of them is Naughty. Then, you notice that as you get dressed with the intention of going to help Santa, there's a very faint sense of background pleasure... apparently since it's the Nice thing to do, you get a steady trickle of pleasurable sensation from the panties. It certainly makes it much harder to argue against everything as you head back out, the elf twins following you to your car.\n\n'These things are diabolical,' you think, as the less you resist the idea that you're springing Santa Claus from the slammer, the more that warm, gentle, background orgasm soaks all through you. By the time you pull up outside the police station, you've stopped resisting the idea. "Okay, so, do you have any more of those tricks we can use to get him out?"\n\n"You're the one who filed the charges, you can drop them," Rudy says, frowning a bit. "Just go in, say you want to, and come back out with him."\n\n"But... a-and I'm not saying I won't, or anything," you hurry to add, nervously glancing down at your crotch before looking at him again. "For something this serious, I'm not entirely sure if that's all it will take."\n\n"Just do it," Rudy says grumpily, slumping in his seat and folding his arms.\n\n"We'd come with you, but, you know, elves," Emmy says in a more placating tone, leaning forward and putting a hand on your shoulder, while also pointing at one of her ears. "We didn't get glamours approved on this trip, so if we go in there it's just going to make them think more crazy people have shown up. I'm sure you can figure out a way to convince them if you try."\n\nSighing heavily, you nevertheless get out of the car and head up the steps, making your way to the front desk. Luckily, as soon as you say, "Excuse me", the uniformed man at the desk perks up and gives you his full attention... probably has something to do with the panties' stimulation making your voice all breathy and sultry, and your face flushed. "Um, I'm Holly Daye, and I reported a breakin earlier? Could I speak to the person who's in charge of that?"\n\nA few minutes later, a familiar unremarkably handsome man in casual clothes emerges from around the corner. "Ms. Daye? I'm Detective Dohish, I was the one who took your statement earlier."\n\n'... I must absolutely, absolutely not mispronounce his name!' you assert strongly to yourself... then have to suppress a moan as a soft orgasm rolls through you. Apparently making sure you don't embarrass someone by mispronouncing their name is Nice! When you refocus, you notice the detective looking at you a bit oddly, with a little color in his cheeks. ... You probably weren't <i>entirely</i> successful at hiding that you came. But luckily he doesn't seem to have noticed anything too out of the ordinary since it's only a bit of a curious look, so you clear your throat. "Yes, Detective Dohish, thank you. I wanted to talk to you about the man in my home earlier."\n\n"Yes, we've got him in a cell right now, we're waiting for someone from mental health services to come over and do a brief evaluation before it's decided where he'll wind up for the immediate future. Why, were you worried we'd let him out?" he asks, giving you a comforting smile.\n\n"Ah, actually, I was hoping you would. You see, I'd actually like to drop all cha<i>aaa</i>rges," you explain, doing your best not to stammer as the pleasure from your panties briefly intensifies as you go through with your intent to release Santa. It winds up coming out as a breathy extension of the last word, which makes you blush again. \n\nThe detective stares at you for a long moment, at first a bit shocked, then with a slight frown. "I... I'm not sure if that will result in his release in this case, ma'am. While it's your prerogative to drop the charges for breaking and entering and the other things you've said in your statement, the fact that he broke into your house dressed as Santa Claus, and the fact that he's consistently given his name <i>as</i> Santa Claus, makes him a potential risk to himself and others. What if I let him out and he broke into someone else's house? Or tried to climb down a chimney and broke his own back? I think it's best if he stays here until the psych eval is done."\n\nCra-aaaa-ackers, this is exactly what you were afraid of. Even if he's technically no longer guilty of the crime of breaking and entering, Santa is now guilty of the crime of thinking he's Santa! You'll have to figure out some way to convince Dohish...\n\n<hr>\n[[Make up a story.|HollyXMas]]\n\n[[Seduce the detective.|HollyXmas]]\n\n[[Get... creative.|HollyXmas6x7]]

You decide that ideally you'd like to sit and just enjoy the peace and Christmas-y feeling of the night as long as possible. In your family, it's tradition for everyone to get a new set of pajamas on Christmas eve to wake up in in the morning to open presents... but, ah, since you live alone and will be getting dressed and heading out in the morning anyway, you've indulged yourself with some more <i>luxurious</i> "pajamas". Specifically, a bralet-style nightie with a split front, the drapes translucent and trimmed in red fur, and a very attractive pair of matching pair of rather skimpy panties with a matching little trim of red fur over the front and back, with bisected spaghetti straps for a waistband... both made out of red satin and both surprisingly comfortable despite their sensual appearance. Behind you is your living room full of lights and decorations and tree, fire crackling in the fireplace. Ahead of you is a lovely view of your front yard and the snowman you built earlier that day... though you can't see the face you put on him since you built him facing the street, but you can still enjoy the traditional tophat (which you bought just to put on snowmen) and the cane you put in one hand, because darn it when you make a snowman you go all out.\n\nYou sit in the chair, enjoying muted Christmas music from your phone placed nearby as you sip your way through too many mugs of hot chocolate, gazing out the window at the street's Christmas lights and the snow drifting slowly down through the air. Eventually your eyes and head grow heavier and heavier, and you almost literally nod off, having just enough awareness to set your mostly empty mug to the side before you drift to sleep entirely, warm and relatively comfy wrapped in both the chair and the Christmas spirit.\n\nYou jerk awake sometime later, blinking your eyes open, your phone battery having run down and the Christmas music having gone silent. You have the distinct feeling of being woken up by something though you can't place exactly what... you feel like you heard something? Searching both your memory and straining with your ears, you think you heard...\n\n<hr>\n[[Thumping from the fireplace?|HollyXmas6x2]]\n\n[[Shuffling through the snow?|HollyXmas]]\n\n[[Someone singing carols?|HollyXmas]]

Shrieking in fear at the sudden presence of some psycho in your house dressed up like a mall Santa, you grab up the first thing to come to hand, a fairly heavy crystal bowl full of Christmas M&Ms and chuck it at him. Your aim is pretty decent because it clonks him square on the head and sends him sprawling backwards in a rather aesthetically pleasing shower of red and green candies before he thuds heavily to the floor. Rushing over to the phone (and grateful you decided to keep your land line just in case), you dial the police quickly. "Help! Somebody's broken into my house!"\n\nEventually the police arrive, luckily just before the intruder wakes up (and luckily after you've had time to change into a baggy sweater and a pair of pajama pants), a pair of large officers hauling the groggy man to his feet and handcuffing him before taking him out to their patrol car. Another takes your statement, including the fact that you think he might be a dangerous murderer, based on his comments about hating to be caught. (Especially by children! You hope they put him away for life!) After awhile everyone's cleared out, leaving you simply sitting around trying to get your nerves under control. What a Christmas eve!\n\nYou've sipped about half the glass of whiskey you poured yourself when you hear a pair of thumps from the living room. What? That couldn't possibly be... still, nothing for it but to get up and look. You stand up from your chair again and head back into the living room, stopping and staring at a <i>pair</i> of figures now standing in your living room. These two certainly look like they could fit down your chimney, perhaps teens (or tweens), a boy and a girl, both with shoulder-length blonde hair, and both alike enough in prettiness that you're fairly sure they're twins. They're dressed near-identically in floppy-topped pointy hats, long-sleeved tunic-type garments, tights, and curly-toed shoes, though the boy's in red and the girl's in green.\n\n"Boy, I can't remember the last time someone made this much trouble for Christmas," the boy in red declares, frowning and pointing, vibrant green eyes glittering, a bit of pink at the tips of his pointed ears. "Listen, you, you got Santa Claus arrested, and you're going to fix this!"\n\n<hr>\n[["... oops..."|HollyXmas]]\n\n[["AAAA MORE PSYCHOS!"|HollyXmas6x4]]

Fearing some scenario where your chimney collapses in the middle of the night on Christmas, you get up and turn to head back into the living room proper... only to freeze with wide eyes at what you see. A very distinctive-looking man in a very distinctive-looking fur-trimmed red suit is backing away from the fireplace, hauling an overstuffed bag away from it. Both the man and the bag appear far too large to have fit down your chimney at all, all the more obvious when he turns around and his fat belly shakes like a bowl full of...\n\n... something.\n\nThe rosy-cheeked fellow also jerks to a halt as he spots you, blinking big brown eyes from behind his half-moon spectacles, which he reaches up to adjust with his black leather mittens. He lets out a gusty sigh from behind his big snowy beard and shakes his head. "Oh dear. I do hate when this happens. Though it's almost always the little ones that it happens with, I have to say..."\n\n<hr>\n[["... hi, Santa..."|HollyXmas7x1]]\n\n[["Well hi, Santa. ♥"|HollyXmas]]\n\n[["AAAA BURGLAR!"|HollyXmas6x3]]

"No sense wasting time if that's the way it's gotta be," you declare mock-solemnly as you yank off your shirt and toss it aside, breasts jiggling as you just as hurriedly start undoing your jeans and shoving them down.\n\n"Indeed," Tiberius chuckles in that deep rumble of his. In a rather doggy-like motion he drops and rolls onto his back, paws curled lightly in the air and that massive, slightly hellish canine cock jutting up at an angle over his belly as it drips. "And since you are, after all, the contractor, why don't we start out with you on top?"\n\nOh wow. Well... yeah, guess you will, since he offered. Blushing and naked, you step forward, pausing briefly and, after just a brief hesitation, using a bare foot to scuff out part of the restraining line. You suppose you just have a... feeling... that it's unnecessary at this point. But whether you're right or not, Tiberius doesn't immediately start rampaging and tearing his way out of the house, instead just laying there like a normal dog (just, y'know, huge and demonic and horny) and panting softly as he watches you with those intense, flaming eyes, blue-black tongue lolling out the side of his muzzle.\n\nYou pause at his side, through a combination of curiosity and 'puppy!' instinct reaching out to rub both hands over his stomach, Tiberius making a pleased rumble low in his throat that sounds distinctly like a mix between a male groan of arousal and a canine 'boof'. He's hot to the touch, almost swelteringly so, but somehow you find that pleasant rather than offputting... it's been a hot summer and you're not usually one to endure that, but his heat is different somehow, like it's natural to you. That glistening, almost metallic fur actually feels plenty soft to you, but also slick and smooth, like petting a normal dog but also running your hand along the hood of a high-performance car at the same time.\n\n"Mmm... not that I'm not enjoying it, Mistress," Tiberius speaks up after you've been running your hands over his belly for a few minutes, making you look up. He gives his head a light nudge, drawing your attention back to his jutting, glistening red weapon of a prick, which gives a large twitch and oozes a long line of pre. "But other things to attend to, hm?"\n\n"Right," you murmur, blushing again. You slowly clamber up onto his stomach, and he's certainly big enough for you to do so, with your knees hanging over his sides and your feet draped over his shoulders once you do, settling the front of your body down onto that soft-sleek fur and feeling that warmth radiate up into you and fill your body, seeming to make your pussy all the more heated and wet, and to set off particular tingles in your new little tattoo. You bite your lower lip lightly as you reach out, wrapping a hand around that massive inhuman member above the knot. Or, well, trying to, your fingertips don't even come close to touching. It's <i>incredibly</i> hot, but the fact that it feels comfortable to the touch almost gives you a sense of power all on its own. You know any other person would be yanking their hand away, probably yelping and feeling a bit scalded, but to you it's... nice. And slick. And smooth and pulsing gently in your hand as you start stroking slowly, keeping your other hand braced on Tiberius's belly for balance.\n\nYou give a little yip of surprise when his big forepaws thump down on your lower back, those gleaming silver claws pressing firmly but harmlessly against your skin. He pulls on you just a little bit, hauling you more against him, letting your tits and belly drag along his fur a short distance before he flicks out that massive blue-black tongue over your sex. Your eyes shoot wide open and then roll a little as he starts lapping in quick, firm motions that feel almost like gentle slaps, his tongue more than broad enough to get your entire pussy and then some, but yielding enough to push up inside you as it goes up. Again, you can feel what should be scalding heat but instead of discomfort it shoots right into you as deep, fulfilling warmth.\n\nAlmost before you know it you've pulled his cock down and slipped your mouth over that scooped tip, suckling as much of it as you can easily fit in at once. That flow of precum almost instantly coats your tongue, slick and sticky and tasting... the closest you can compare it to is the shot of Fireball whisky you tried at a party one time. But if there was a 'top shelf' version of Fireball this would be it, the texture thick and almost oily but the sweet-spicy taste of it intense and delicious as it coats your mouth and flows smoothly down your throat. You moan softly and start stroking your tongue in the depression, swallowing repeatedly as you stroke your hand over the rest of the length, your other hand starting to scritch and rub reflexively in the hellhound's soft metallic fur.\n\nProbably not surprising that it doesn't take you all that long to cum... this situation is honestly hitting a lot of your buttons super-hard, not to even mention Tiberius more literally hitting your button with every lap of that big infernal blue doggy tongue. You don't stop sucking him though even as you're squealing and yowling in orgasm, and instead starting to work him down your throat even as you're moaning in the aftermath of it. You slide your hand to squeeze and caress at one of the sides of that big knot, rubbing it with your palm as you move your hand back and forth to rub your fingertips or thumb over the ridges running down the center of it, feeling his pleasured rumbling get even louder beneath you and the constant flow of that thick, almost intoxicating spicy-sweet pre increase until it's dribbling down your chin and splashing a little with the motion of your lips along his gleaming red shaft. \n\nEventually though Tiberius gives you another, firmer tug with his paws, prompting you to pull your mouth away from him panting, little puffs of steam escaping your lips and the overheated pre coating them and the entire inside of your mouth. He rolls slowly to the side and you tumble off of him, landing much more agilely on your feet and bracing on your hands as you land on the floor in the midst of the drawn-on summoning circle. You shiver in anticipation and still a little fear (which only builds the anticipation, you find) as Tiberius rolls fully to his paws and strolls behind you. The silent connection between you growing stronger, you realize you'd be much too low on your knees, so brace on the balls of your feet and slide them apart, spreading your legs and bracing on the tips of your fingers, finding you easily have the strength and bodily control to do so. The growing realization of the power you've gained (are gaining?) sends almost as much of a thrill through you as the sensation of Tiberius's chest and belly brushing against you as he moves into place above.\n\n"Yeeees, I think I like you very well, Mistress," the hellhound booms softly, just almost affectionately as his hips move, that massive, heavy demonic dog dick thumping against your inner thighs a few times before he gets the pointed tip nudged into place, making you tremble all over. "Very well indeed."\n\nAnd then he's thrusting into you, hard and deep and mercilessly, and yet without the slightest hint of pain, your pussy stretching to fit him right up to the knot as if it had been made just for him, waiting for him until this very moment. Your eyes roll in your head and your teeth clench as you cum so hard you almost pass out, your body shaking like a leaf beneath him with not only the overwhelming intensity of the sensation, the pleasure, the experience, but a deep <i>fulfillment</i> of being joined with him that slams deep into your brain. You can hear Tiberius start to let out soft, almost rolling and decidedly more bestial moans of his own as he begins to thrust, already taking you hard and fast, that massive demonic knot slapping against your arousal-engorged, heat-swollen pussylips with an audible thwap every time. The realization that he can fuck you as hard, as rough, as brutally as he wants (as <i>you</i> want) and never ever hurt you almost makes you cum all on its own, even as your body's instincts take over and begin moving your muscles, rocking you back against his thrusts.\n\nHis cock shows the depth of each thrust with the bulge in your flat belly, though that's obscured as he brings one big forepaw up to rest on your stomach, pulling you more against him with every thrust, the pads of his paw like velvet and those claws still like blades harmless against your skin. The two of you are moving like one organism designed to fuck itself, all your rocking and thrusting back against him perfectly timed to his thrusts forward into you, the two of you's moaning and panting and even barking mingling together into a single harmonious song. You can feel his knot pushing you open a bit further open with every impact... it seems ridiculous that your tight, previous virgin little teen pussy could ever fit that big monstrous thing, but you know it will, you <i>need</i> it to, your body and soul cry out for it a little harder every time it strikes your sodden cuntlips and tries to push inside.\n\n"Knot me," you suddenly breathe amidst all the cries of pleasure, before it turns into a demanding yowl of "KNOT ME!"\n\n"HRRRRN!" Tiberius answers, actually sounding as if he might have lost control as he thrusts forward, knot slamming into you, pressing, and finally popping inside you. As it swells inside you, as your eyes roll and your mind goes completely white with orgasm, he throws back his head and lets out something part howl and part roar, the whole house seeming to shake with the awful, terrible, powerful, beautiful sound of his climax.\n\nYour belly begins to swell and round out, even to glow faintly with a soft fiery radiance from within. It genuinely feels like you have molten lava pouring into your womb, and it's the best feeling you've ever had. Your arms slowly give out, your legs going week, leaving you slumped with your cheek on the floor and your knees sagging, held up entirely by that huge knot swollen inside you and locking in every drop of boiling hot demon cum. But only for a moment before Tiberius slides his paw up off your swelling belly and presses it over your sweat-drenched tits, hugging you up against him as he turns and flumps onto his side, actually wrapping both forelimbs around you. Your stomach rounds until you look almost full-term pregnant, glowing like an overheated steam engine from within, the stretched lines of your womb tattoo glowing blue as a downward-turned dog's head with ram's horns appears in the heart in the center. \n\nYou lay half-insensate in his embrace for a time, until you notice that despite his knot having barely deflated at all, the sense of your belly being overful and wobbly begins to decrease. You look down at yourself a bit distantly, watching as it shrinks... but your breasts grow at almost the same speed, rounding out and filling. "Mmmf?" you manage in a bit of surprise.\n\n"That often happens when women are endowed with greater magical power," Tiberius murmurs, delicately teasing one of your nipples with a claw and making you squirm, giving his own soft 'boof' of pleasure as that makes you grind on his knot. "They are 'fonts of life', after all... there's a lot of metaphysical meaning tied up in their size and how it relates to the power to reform the world."\n\n"Mmf. Hope they don't get <i>too</i> big, or none of my shirts will fit."\n\n"Probably not. At least not to start," he chuckles.\n\nIndeed they do seem to be stabilizing at about a D-cup, or maybe just under. ... Your shirts might be a bit tight but you'll manage. Then with a smirk, and exercising some of your new agility, you bring your legs up, both you and Tiberius making pleasured noises at the way that makes you squeeze on his knot again, before you press the soles of your feet to his huge balls, wiggling your toes against that soft-metal fur. "You must be pretty powerful then, if the same holds true for men."\n\n"Mmwff. Well, I don't like to brag," he answers breezily, making a few more 'mmmrr' and 'boof' noises at your continued stimulus.\n\n"Kinda think you do, big guy. Mmf," you say of your own, shivering with a mingled feeling of relief and regret as his knot deflates enough that it slips out. You somewhat hesitantly pull away, his cock sliding out of you and dropping free, slowly starting to retract into his sheath as you stagger to your feet. "Geez, though, I wonder if anyone heard you roargasm," you mutter, glancing toward the heavily-blinded window.\n\nHis ears perk, lips splitting in a big doggy grin as his tongue lolls out with steamy panting. "Haha, I like that word! And they almost certainly did," he allows, rolling over and clambering to his paws. "But it wasn't that long or that pinpointed. I'm sure they'll make up their own explanations for it... the average human doesn't exactly leap right to 'demons' when they hear a loud bellow suddenly in the middle of the day."\n\nYou nod at that, then turn, blinking as the light catches something on his collar. "Oh, hey, is that my symbol, like this is...?" you ask, trailing off and blushing a bit as you touch the hellhound head in the middle of your womb tattoo, your belly now completely flat again.\n\n"Hm? Ah, yes, certainly." Tiberius turns his head back and forth a few times trying to get a look at the dangling tag, making you giggle with the resemblance to, well, a normal dog trying to see if a 45 degree angle will make something make more sense. "What is it, exactly?"\n\nYou reach out to tuck your fingers under it and lift a bit, eyeing the pale blue metal in a sort of shallow pyramid shape, the top formed by the ring that clips it on, the second layer by characters reading '#00' and the bottom layer four F's. "Appropriate," you say with a soft snort.\n\n"If you say so, Mistress," Tiberius chuckles, before giving his massive muscular shoulders a roll and twisting his neck. "Mm. So... what now?"\n\n<hr>\n[["Figure out how to... explain you?"|GGMB1x8]]\n\n[["... We get out of here."|GGMB]]

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

Your hands had actually started to go towards the button of your jeans without even thinking about it before you yank them away, frowning. "Now see-" you say, starting to wag a finger scoldingly at him. You pause as his eyes and muzzle track it with interest, and quickly lower your hand back to rest it on your hip. "Now see here, buddy, I admit this may be my first demon summoning, but I read books, watch movies, and see tumblr posts about politicians and Hollywood, I know you don't summon a demon and then just let it out without having a contract or something."\n\n"Mmmm. ... Well, had to give it a try," the hellhound rumbles in a rather breezy tone, lifting one of those big paws and making a 'what can you do?' gesture. "But I can see that you're not simple of mind or weak of spirit. Other than reading tumblr."\n\n"Hey."\n\n"But very well, let us deal properly then. My speaking-name is Tiberius. ... It's a sort of alias demons and <i>experienced</i> spellcasters use to avoid giving their True Name to anybody," he adds in a just slightly exasperated tone, which must mean your expression went blank. "Your given name will do for now, since once I'm your familiar I'd know that much about your true self anyway."\n\nYou eye him suspiciously for a moment (which he seems to approve of), then nod slowly. "Okay. My name is Cyan."\n\n"Very well, Cyan. Now, as to the terms of our contract. I will serve you as your familiar, and I suppose something of a mentor considering you seem a bit... inexperienced," he notes, glancing at the discarded book shrewdly. "I will grant you power, teach you spells, serve as your guardian against others, and in return once you come to some natural end, I will get your soul," he adds in that same breezy tone as before. "The usual for this sort of contract for power, hm?"\n\n<hr>\n[[Okay, sounds fair!|GGMB]]\n\n[[Hmmm...|GGMB1x6]]\n\n[[No, no, this is nuts.|GGMB]]

Well, it sounds like it's already been modded pretty heavily as it is before you ever touch it, may as well go whole hog, right? You tap the selection for World Modifications, bringing up a new menu.\n\n'Available mods:\n[[Furrym|Cyrim]] - Change all standard races into anthropomorphic races.\n\n[[Equirim|EquirimStart]] - Change one or all races into horse anthros, or add a horse anthro race to the game.\n\n[[Sexrim|Cyrim]] - Skyrim will become an (even more) oversexualized place than by default.\n\n[[Darkrim|Cyrim]] - Skyrim will become an (even more) dark fantasy setting than by default, featuring greater cruelty and much more frequent Bad Ends.\n\n[[Brightrim|Cyrim]] - Skyrim will become an (even more) lighthearted fantasy setting than by default.'

You'll wait... it doesn't need to be a stuffy adult thing either, you tell yourself, you can just wait because it will be more fun to wear it for the first time with the rest of your costume!\n\nOh right, the rest of the costume, you need to get to work on that. You bought a green sheath dress that, with a bit of modification, will turn into a very decent 'Tinkerbell' outfit! You'll want to touch up the kind of cheap wings too, of course, with some extra reinforcement, more glitter, maybe some additional designs...\n\nIn general you have plenty to occupy you through the rest of the evening and the next day. Late in the afternoon you turn your attention to getting cleaned up and ready, finally indulging yourself after you get out of the shower by putting on your new bit of jewelry. Nearly instantly you start feeling more chipper and happy... it <i>is</i> just so pretty! Humming cheerfully, you do your makeup and bundle up your hair a bit atop your head, sprucing yourself up and making yourself all pretty! It's sooo fun, you think, actually giggling a bit to yourself... you're in an almost unusually chipper mood, but then it <i>is</i> one of the best holidays of the year!\n\nYou pull on the dress and wiggle your way into it, then frown a bit. Huh, your boobi-, er, breasts are really stretching it out more than when you tried it on before, they're practically spilling out of it! Did you make a mistake measuring somewhere? But gosh it was fine earlier! You check in the mirror and do kind of wonder if you made a mistake... the bottom of the dress seems like it doesn't cover nearly as much of your hips and rear as you thought it did earlier either. ... Oh well! Humming happily, you apply a bit more glitter makeup to yourself, then give your shoulders a bit of a shake to check the wings, which you attached to the back of the dress. Cute! Your boobs give a fairly hefty shake at the same time, but that's kind of hot too, you think with a grin as you watch the little glittery fairy pendant move around between them.\n\nYou tug on the pair of green slippers you got to go with the rest, then admire yourself in the mirror for a moment before heading downstairs and grabbing your car keys. As you're getting into the car, you pause. 'Hm... did I forget something? ... Oh well!' you think dismissively again, stepping up into the car, not particularly noticing as the front triangle of your skirt falls (mostly) over your entirely bare pussy. \n\nYou pause for a moment though. ... Gosh, did you forget to decide which party you were going to? Duh! You're such a ditz, you think with a giggle. Okay, let's see, the two best parties to go to would probably be your friend Natalia's... she's suuuuper nice and sweet, you'd love to see her, even if she does sometimes have parties full of snooty sorts... or there's the <i>naughty</i> party, you think with a grin. It's being held in a nightclub sort of place and will be full of people ready to hook up! Which admittedly sounds like a loooot of fun right now!\n\n<hr>\n[[Go to Natalia's party.|HollyFairy]]\n\n[[Go to the naughty party.|HollyFairy]]

Yes! Demon summoning! Time to prove every single moral alarmist right about youths of today!\n\nYou flip to the section you saw and spot that it starts off with a basic summoning circle good for general-purpose demons. Well it doesn't <i>say</i> that but you can tell that's what it means. Hm... gonna need some smooth surface for this. Luckily! Your mother's art room actually has a mostly open floor that's been surface treated so that it's like a chalkboard. It serves all sorts of useful art purposes, including distracting a very young you when she needed to work, and hey, isn't that what you're still doing now that you're an older but still bored you while she's at work?\n\nYou head into the art room, selecting the reddest piece of chalk you can find for maximum edgelord points. You're totally going to post this online and get soooo many angry responses from people you don't know telling you you're not only going to Hell but definitely going to cause the Bad People to win the next election or something. Hey, you haven't destroyed any societies today so you're behind schedule. You pad barefoot around the room (which you've always enjoyed, there's something weirdly subversive-feeling about walking on a chalkboard), consulting the book regularly as you draw the summoning circle. It's actually kind of fun, lots of little details, making sure it's all lined up... it's no naked anime hottie but it's still a nice little use of your skills.\n\nEventually you straighten up, glancing back and forth between the book and the red etching on the floor. Yup... looks good! You slip out your cellphone and take a few pictures, then set it off to the side propped up so you can get some good photo. Now let's see, summoning incantation, ah, here it is!\n\n<hr>\n[[Let's get some hateclicks!|GGMB2x1]]\n\n[[Hm, wait a second...|GGMB1x3]]

Maya stares at you for a long moment. Then she holds out her hand and makes a 'gimme' motion with her fingers. "Ten more dollars."\n\n"Aw c'mon!"\n\n"Ten. More. Dollars."\n\nShe seems serious too. Sigh. Fishing another ten out of your pocket, you slap it down in her palm. "No one appreciates good advice."\n\n"How would you know?"\n\nWell! That's just... ... okay no yeah that's devastating you have no recovery for that other than to take your book and get out. Which you kind of have the sense that Maya would like you to anyway, you maaaay need to do something at some future point to get her to stop being annoyed at you. Well you'll figure something out.\n\nYou return home with your new prize, kicking off your shoes and flumping down on your bed to start flipping through it. It's definitely written in a sort of strange, melodramatic style that doesn't fit with any real form of Ye Olde Englyshe that you're familiar with, but you're used to MMOs that are written in slightly pretentious variants of oldspeak and thus deciphering it quickly becomes second nature. Anyroad, looks like you could entertain yourself for awhile by playing around with it, what to do?\n\n<hr>\n[[Summon a demon!|GGMB1x2]]\n\n[[Make a potion!|GGMB]]\n\n[[Do magic on someone!|GGMB]]\n\n[[Go looking for magical places!|GGMB4x1]]

Let's try to be as normal as possible on the first day at the very least, right? You can make a better decision tomorrow when you have more time to think it over.\n\nYou glance at the small kitchen area of the apartment. It looks like it's stocked with basic amenities, including a loaf of bread. Slice of toast maybe?\n\n<hr>\n[[That works.|GGJS]]\n\n[[Just grab something on the way.|GGJS1x3]]

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

"Now now, buddy, no fucking other girls, including my mom," you murmur in his ear, even as you slide your arm further back and under him, eyeing the kitchen just in case your mother reemerges, and giving his sheath an affectionate squeeze. "At least, not without my permission, alright?"\n\n"Mmmm," he half-rumbles with an echo of his previous power, eyes going heavy-lidded as he shifts them towards you. "And if I were to get your permission...?"\n\n"Well obviously then it's fine," you answer smugly, continuing to gently pet up and down his sheath, enjoying the sense of playing with fire. Though he seems to have control enough over himself not to unsheath despite it, though he makes another canine noise of pleasure as you lift your arm and instead reach between his hind legs, cupping his furry balls and rubbing them.\n\n"Mmm. ... And what if <i>she</i> comes on to <i>me</i>?" he asks in a tone that sounds more teasing than serious. \n\nYou snort softly... but also your own voice takes on a decidedly husky growl as you give one of those cropped ears a playful 'nomf'. "Fine, then you can fuck her."\n\n"Mmmnn, you are a very good mistress."\n\nReturning your hands to innocent places, you give him some more standard scratches and pets before getting up and heading to your room, Tiberius once more padding along after you. You are, of course, tempted to tear off your clothes and get down on all fours for him immediately again, but you resist the urge... you should at least wait until your mother's gone to bed, as difficult as that is. Instead you flop down to sit on the bed, patting the mattress beside you in invitation, Tiberius leaping up and settling down beside you as you open the book again. "What even is this writing, anyway?" you ask, frowning.\n\n"Ah, that. Here," he says, reaching out and lightly thumping a paw against the page. You blink as the whole book shimmers with a faint black aura for a few moments before it turns blue, then clears completely.\n\nYou look down at the text, then give a soft 'huh'. "It's in plain English now, what did you do?"\n\n"There was a faint obfuscation spell on the book to make it a bit less legible... also more likely to make mistakes with, I should imagine," he adds in a droll tone, lolling his blue tongue out and panting. "I undid it and cast the opposite on it, a clarification spell, to make it easier to understand."\n\n"Huh, cool deal, thanks babe," you say, leaning down to kiss him between the ears and earning a soft, rather content-sounding 'boof' in return. "Did you do something similar so my mom wouldn't notice my 'female enhancement'?" you ask dryly as you start flipping through the book.\n\n"No, that's natural. Or, well, natural to magical endowment," he replies, laying his chin on your thigh. "Like I told you earlier, most people make up their own excuses for the strange and unusual things they see and hear, usually to avoid acknowledging them as strange and unusual. Magical energy tends to reinforce this natural tendency... I don't doubt she did notice your chest, on at least some level, but the moment she made even a little excuse for it to herself, it took root deeply and, well."\n\n"I kind of thought it might be something like that," you note absently, resting a hand on his head and rubbing gently as you turn the pages with the other.\n\n"Mmmm. Though there are ways to enhance the effect deliberately," he adds, lifting his head a bit against your palm. "Short duration spells and cantrips that encourage it. Or I believe there's a charm that increases the effect with the amount of mana you pour into it, there should be one in there," he notes, nosing at the book.\n\n<hr>\n[["Oooo, let's see!"|GGMB1x10]]\n\n[["I'll look later."|GGMB]]

Hey, it might be valuable, plus if you let Rina study it maybe she'll fixate on that instead of doing something else stupid (like having the tentacle monster fuck you both again to try and catch an egg this time). "Yeah, looks like I just happened to save one," you admit, gently scooping your fingers under the egg (you're assuming) and lifting it up to show it off.\n\n"Eeeeeeeeeee!" Rina squeals excitedly, pressing her hands with fingers curled to her cheeks, and practically teleporting over beside you. "Genuine proof of alien life! For real! I can validate all my research almost instantly!"\n\n"Um," you murmur, resisting the urge to hug the egg to your (enlarged) chest protectively. "Is that a good idea? I mean if these reports are this easy to verify, <i>some</i>body must have at some point."\n\n"... And it still didn't make big news, you're right," Rina murmurs, cupping her chin as she stares at the egg. "There must be some reason. But you're right, best to keep this under our hats for now. ... Or..." she says, eyes lighting up as if that had given her an idea. "Cyan, put it back inside!"\n\n"What?!" you blurt, this time holding the egg out at arm's length. \n\n"We should see what happens if it's allowed to gestate! The creature was pretty harmless right? If we allow it to be nurtured inside of a human, perhaps it will, you know, bond with us! And it can tell us more about where it came from! Ooo, ooo, what if it has genetic memory?! It could tell us things not only about its own race, but ours!"\n\n<hr>\n[[... well...|GGRA]]\n\n[[... You do it.|GGRA]]\n\n[[No. Because logic.|GGRA]]

"These two will... mmf, one second... shove his head all the way down, Tonya," you mutter.\n\n"Yth, mh Lrd," Tonya murmurs around one of your balls, obediently pushing Toren's head forward until his lips are pressed around the root of your cock. Her brother squirms, swallowing far more desperately than she did as you start flooding his throat with cum, but just as obediently swallowing down your entire load. He lets out a loud 'pfwah' as you finish and Tonya allows him to come up for air, both of them sitting back, Tonya as placid and unemotional as ever, Toren looking a bit shamefaced and humiliated but still obedient.\n\n"These two will both go to the town together," you say, tucking your cock away and doing up your pants again, looking over the inventory. You equip most of Toren's own stuff back to him, including the sword he took from the wood golem earlier, but in place of his ripped shirt you buy him a new tight black sleeveless undershirt with a high neck to hide his slave collar. Similarly you equip most of Tonya's gear and her new sword back to her, but buy her a red pleated skirt and some simple thigh-high leather boots instead of the utilitarian pants and low boots she was wearing before. (You also don't equip her with any panties, already having decided to keep hers as a trophy of your combined victory over both twins.) "Are you two well-known there, by the way?" you add.\n\n"No, my Lord," Tonya speaks up evenly. If she has any protests about being put in a skirt commando, she's apparently too well-mannered as a dungeon monster to mention them. "We only spent about a week there getting registered and doing basic quests before exploring the area and finding the dungeon."\n\n"Alright then. Well, just in case anyone <i>does</i> ask, you're both to explain the change in Tonya's appearance and manner as her getting cursed while you're out adventuring. Be vague about where it came from until I tell you otherwise. Assure people you've had it examined and it's harmless, it just changed her appearance and how she talks."\n\n"Yes, my Lord," they both echo back.\n\n"Alright, I'm sending you back with some of the gear you looted off of the golems, but don't sell it or tell anyone about this place until I give you the go-ahead. Ah, that's right," you say, recalling something you saw in a tutorial box as you were looking through stuff earlier. "Tonya, as a named dungeon monster, you can initiate contact with me. So once you two are back in town and have gotten back to your inn room or whatever, I want you to call me, got it?"\n\n"Yes, my Lord."\n\n"Alright, well... get to it then," you add breezily, accessing the placement function and putting them both at the entrance of the dungeon. You use another window to watch as Toren blinks a few times, then scrambles to get up and follow after Tonya, who's already gotten to her feet and set off back towards the woods, having paused only briefly to grab up the pack they left outside the dungeon. Ah... you hope she doesn't forget that as a human he'll still need to take breaks to sleep and eat. Well, you're sure she will, she does seem to retain some affection from him after all. \n\n"So, my Lord, what will you have them do once they've infiltrated the town?" Gleam asks as you're busy watching their LP generation. Aw... looks like it drops to about half with them outside of the dungeon's territory. Still better than nothing though.\n\n"I'm still deciding," you admit after a moment's consideration. "I'll figure it out once they're actually there. I guess assuming there isn't some sort of monster-detecting enchantment on the town so that they get spotted immediately."\n\n"That seems wise, my Lord," Gleam replies breezily. ... Probably just your imagination, but she does sound vaguely reproachful that you don't already have it all planned out.\n\nIn any event, you shoo her off back to the Boss Room for now, then return to the Lord Lair to work on putting the dungeon back in order. Doesn't look like you can afford Spawners <i>quite</i> yet, though they are unlocked. After spending some time crunching numbers in your head (and, admittedly, eventually spawning a notebook from the catalog to write some stuff out), you find that it's actually cheaper to buy yourself a magic tome of Mending and fix the remains of the defeated golems yourself. It's a bit more work since you actually have to cast it on every golem individually (in the case of the wood golems, you wind up having to cast it twice), waiting for your MP to replenish at times, but once the golems are whole again it only costs a single LP to reanimate the golem and put them in place again. Looks like you get XP from casting the spell too, so that works out overall, you figure... a little bit of a grind but not too much. After that all you have to do is replace the gear from them you had Tonya and Toren take.\n\nOnce you've done all that and moved some of the traps around a little, you spend some time and a bit of the LP you earned from sugjugating the twins on a bit of upgrades. You add a couple of treasure chests in the dungeon, though currently you're still planning that most of the draw will be from taking the golems' gear, as simple as it is. But you can afford some coins now, and a few small bits of jewelry-type treasure. On a semi-whim you also spawn a red pleated skirt and high boots like you gave Tonya, putting them in different chests after setting them to have the 'Takes enchantments' quality. If you decide to have Toren and Tonya admit they were in the dungeon, you can have Tonya mention she got her new clothing items there. Never know, might encourage more cute female adventurers! Heh heh heh.\n\nYou're just rewarding yourself for all your work by spending a little LP on upgrading your bed, desk, and chair a little (only a little, but still it's nice to have them comfier and not so 'rustic' looking) when a window pops up showing 'Tonya (Flesh Golem) alerts the Dungeon Lord'. Oh, are they back to town already? How long has it been? Hm, actually, how long have you been playing this game? Eh, you'll figure that out later, you're in the middle of something, you near-instantly decide as you tap the window. It immediately resolves into something almost exactly like a video call, showing Tonya center of screen, with Toren in the background.\n\n"<i>My Lord, we have arrived back in our inn room,</i>" Tonya announces.\n\n"Good. Seem like anyone suspects anything?" you ask.\n\n"<i>No, my Lord. Some people gave me second glances in the street but no one seemed overly suspicious. The innkeeper was a little startled, but I allowed Toren to give our cover story, which he believed,</i>" she notes, Toren looking a tad shamefaced in the background. You guess that even as a loyal slave, he still has his old moral compass. Wellll, you'll erode that over time, you're sure! You're pulled back to the present as Tonya adds, "<i>My Lord, what do you wish us to do now?</i>"\n\n<hr>\n[["Just gather intel for now."|GGDungeon]]\n\n[["Earn money through adventuring."|GGDungeon10x3]]\n\n[["Earn money through whoring."|GGDungeon11x1]]

"<i>You, ah, want us to return to adventuring, my Lord?</i>" Toren asks uncertainly.\n\n"Yeah, just go about it normally. Stick to safe, low-level quests you know you can handle, I'm sure they've got plenty of gathering, rats in the basement, and chain delivery bullshit you can just churn through," you say with a grin. "Be good, industrious little adventurers doing simple adventurer jobs. Don't take anything higher level without consulting me first... oh, and definitely don't enter any other dungeons," you add as an afterthought. You don't need to find out the moment of that your dungeon monsters/minions entering some other Dungeon Lord's dungeon counts as declaring war or something.\n\n"<i>Yes, my Lord. And the items we brought back with us, my Lord?</i>" Tonya asks.\n\nYou consider for a moment, then say, "Yeah, go ahead and sell those. Feel free to tell the guild or whatever and other adventurers that you found a new dungeon filled with golems that have lootable equipment, and that you're pretty sure there was other treasure. Just don't tell them exactly where it is," you add. "Say that because of some monster encounters in the woods, you got all turned around and don't remember the exact path there, just give a general direction. That should keep the flow of adventurers to a nice steady trickle while we're still getting set up. Oh, and Tonya, mention that you got your skirt and boots from a chest in the dungeon, if it comes up or anyone asks."\n\n"<i>Yes, my Lord.</i>"\n\n"Spend money as you need to to live, but save as much of it as you can. Same for equipment you get while adventuring, don't sell it without asking me first. Contact me once a week and we'll go over how stuff's going." Then you grin. "Oh, and Tonya, if Toren does a good job earning money and gear for the dungeon and keeping up the charade, feel free to reward him with sex as you see fit."\n\n"<i>Yes, my Lord,</i>" Tonya answers as her brother's face goes solid red. Again maybe your imagination, but her delivery on that seemed slightly more enthusiastic than usual. \n\n"Okay, get to work then," you say, before closing the window.\n\nYou continue to work on your dungeon as you can. You get a few more invasions from adventurers, but they're all tough, grizzled, scarred, hairy guys... the sort of ugly adventurers that tend to get used for some variety of comedy relief in isekai manga. You're not too interested in trying to do anything sexy with them, even if you could put them through the Slime Transformer and make them hot dudes or babes. Somehow that just seems unappealing... like personally making a delicious meal with really gross, vile-looking ingredients. Sure, the meal itself is tasty, but the entire time you're eating it you're thinking how disgusting everything looked when you were prepping it. Eh, maybe that's just the mood you're in right now, or something. You still have Gleam to satisfy your urges with, after all, which she continues to do with mechanical perfection, although you can't help but notice that she seems more enthusiastic than before you Awakened her. Hey, bonus!\n\nBut with the straggler adventurers, you mostly either just allow them to be outright killed in the dungeon (and rezzed outside at the respawn, which, ugh, your eyes, you need to stop watching the monitor when it's one of those dudes), escape with some of the lesser loot, or in a few cases when they do wind up in the Defeated state, held captive for a while to earn LP (without showing yourself to them) or just transformed outright into more golems; in those cases you make sure to transform the entire captured party. You don't want it getting out too quickly that adventurers defeated in your dungeon might get turned into monsters... eventually the adventurers are likely to get coordinated enough that they'll notice parties going missing after heading to your dungeon, but you figure they'll either be assumed as being held captive, or that something else happened to them on the way to or from the dungeon, the standard risks for adventurers.\n\nThere is one guy that's just good-looking enough that you decide to do something at least a little special with him, and add some treasure to your dungeon at the same time. You have the big burly adventurer loaded onto the platform of the transformer and strip him of his gear, and have to take a moment to admit that hair, bulbous, and not particularly well-shaped as it is, the sheer size of his cock is impressive. You type in your desired transformation and hit the button, the adventurer struggling (and you're pretty sure trying to show off) as the slime starts pouring down over him. His hairy, scar-crossed skin starts to smooth out as it takes on a yellowish hue, and then starts to gleam as if the slime were oil shining up his skin. The scars and hair start to smooth out, his whole body taking on the same bright yellow color. As you see his muscles tense (and his cock start to harden), you deactivate the restraints. The adventurer tries to rush you, but his stiffened muscles spasm, instead steadily drawing him up into a stereotypical 'strong man' flexing pose, fists lifted into the air and muscles shown off prominently. The gleaming yellow becomes properly reflective starting at the tip of that bulbous, huge cock and steadily spreads downward along his pole, covering his now hefty but smooth balls, and then sliding across the rest of his body outward from his crotch. Even though you didn't specify it as part of the pose, just before the gleaming gold sweeps up his neck, he gives a huge smile, apparently at least flattered that you felt he'd make an appealing adonis statue.\n\n"An interesting piece, my Lord," Gleam comments as the adventurer's transformation finishes, the slime disappearing. "Do you wish me to place it prominently in one of the rooms for display? Perhaps bolted down so that adventurers cannot steal it?"\n\nYou let out a derisive 'pft'. "Are you kidding me? I picked him for this because he was huge. Take him down to the blacksmith room I created the other day for fixing and upgrading the golems, and have him melted down and then struck into coins. Just put some generic imagery on them, they should wind up accepted as tender as long as they weigh enough. We need more cash in our treasure chests."\n\n"Certainly, my Lord, I'll see to it," Gleam replies in a very mildly amused tone.\n\nStill, you weren't entirely without appreciation for his contribution. You included in the text entry that even if the statue was melted down, the adventurer would still be able to feel people touching and handling him, and other coins and cloth and such rubbing against him. Specifically, that it would feel like having his cock touched and handled and rubbed. Sure, he'll never be able to cum from the stimulation, but hey, he should've been prettier to start with if he wanted <i>that</i> much consideration!\n\nTonya's checked in a few times over this period... every time she does, it occurs to you to wonder how long you've actually been playing this game, but you always get distracted by focusing on her conversation... especially since sometimes she's in the midst of 'rewarding' Toren right when she calls you, your Flesh Golem servant apparently very dedicated to being punctual about her call-ins as long as she's in private, no matter what else she's doing. No such luck today, as the window opens up to her and Toren in their inn room fully dressed.\n\n"<i>My Lord, I have several things to report this week,</i>" Tonya begins crisply. "<i>First of all, I am pleased to report that we made much more gold this week than usual, and even acquired some minor magical items. I have placed these in our inventory.</i>"\n\n"Oh, nice," you observe, accessing the inventory screen. An unexpected bonus you found was that while you can't place or teleport the twins while they're outside your territory, you <i>can</i> still access their inventory, allowing you to take items and gold from them, or give them if necessary. Considering the windfall from Beef Goldchest or whatever, you don't feel it necessary to take more than half the gold in Tonya's inventory. "That is indeed way more than usual, how'd you manage that?"\n\n"<i>We have lately been forming a party with another sibling adventurer pair,</i>" Tonya answers. "<i>Our efficiency has increased and we are doing a great deal more and more profitable quests. However, my Lord, Vima and Verna have grown increasingly insistent about wishing to visit the dungeon.</i>"\n\n"Hmmmmm," you muse, rubbing your chin. After a second you ask, "Toren, are they cute?"\n\n"<i>Bwuh?!</i>" Toren looks briefly panicked, flushing as he glances around guilitly. You're not sure what the source of the guilt is... that he's clearly being set up to betray his new female companions to his obviously lusty and perverted master, or that he's being asked to comment on the attractiveness of women other than his sister/lover right in front of her. (In fact, you notice that Tonya's eyes have slid ever-so-marginally to the side towards him.) "<i>Um... well, uh... that is, they...</i>" he stammers for a moment, his face red, before he slumps his head, his compelled devotion apparently overriding whatever mingled sort of guilt there is. "<i>They're... very cute, my Lord.</i>"\n\n"Well, c'mon, tell me a bit more," you urge.\n\nToren sighs heavily, then says, "<i>Both have bright red hair and green eyes. Verna is the older one, she's tall and lean, and um, I think she only likes women. She seems a little too into her sister, frankly... oh, and she keeps trying to flirt with Tonya,</i>" he adds, Tonya's eyes just as marginally sliding off in the other direction from him. "<i>She's a spear fighter. Vima's the younger one, she's shorter and bustier, and is a Healer. She seems... pretty innocent and chaste, my Lord.</i>"\n\nOooo, fun fun fun! Hm, plus, mid-range and healing, no wonder the twins' efficiency is way up. They're much closer to a full/balanced party now. And you guess with this bounty, you'll give Toren a pass on commenting on the 'too into their sister' thing. "Definitely sounds like a pair I want to get my hands on," you acknowledge with a nod. "So, let's see..."\n\n<hr>\n[["... bring them here."|GGDungeon]]\n\n[["... send them here."|GGDungeon]]

Toren's eyes widen again as he hears that, but Tonya simply solemnly declares "Yes, my Lord" and rises to her feet, turning to walk over to where he's held captive. Toren sounds like he's trying to urge her to snap out of it and stop, but she calmly undoes the laces of the front of his pants and pulls them open, freeing his hardon. You can't help but smirk some at seeing he's a very average, normal size compared to your rather big one, and the humiliation and embarrassment on his face probably reflects that in part, since his eyes dart between you and his transformed sister.\n\n'Hm... being a bit sweeter to him than me,' you muse as you watch Tonya lean in and place a few very small kisses along the side of her brother's cock and on the tip, before sliding it into her mouth. Oh well, you suppose it's natural for some sibling affection to shine through even when she's essentially been rendered emotionless. Toren continues to make protesting-sounding moans through Tonya's panties as she rests her hands on the Golem Frame and starts lightly rocking her body back and forth to work his cock into her mouth and throat, making her ass not only work back and forth in the air but wiggle around a bit, Toren's eyes drawn like a shame-filled magnet, the slow but steady decrease of his blue bar speeding up a bit.\n\nOf course, Tonya's shaking ass is also a delightful sight for you, and the combination of the near-invitation and the wicked amusement of how it will likely only make things worse for Toren pretty quickly decides you. Freeing your own cock again, you move up behind Tonya, aiming a bit, and pushing forward against one of her backthrusts, hilting in her pussy in one go, a visible chunk of Toren's mental bar dropping off as he watches, and then the gradual decrease quickening once again as Tonya starts letting out soft, just barely audible 'mmf' noises as if in the faintest pleasure as she continues rocking between her brother's cock and yours.\n\nTonya's not very wet, but you suppose that's to be expected from someone who's technically dead. Still, it's significantly warmer and softer than Gleam's onahole-pussy, and when you give her ass a firm smack it gives a nice squeeze around you. Grinning, you let her do most of the work of spitroasting herself on the two pricks, just lightly rolling your hips and giving her another occasional swat, grinning as Toren continues to moan and watch his sister fuck herself between the two of you, staring down as if entranced now, his eyes slightly glazed.\n\nFinally Toren gives a low, despairing moan, shuddering all over as he cums in his sister's mouth. You give him just enough time to recover a little before you grip Tonya's hips and give her a brief flurry of quick, hard thrusts, your hips slapping against her pert ass, before giving a nice loud, exaggerated (but only slightly) moan of your own and emptying your balls into his sister's pussy as he watches, her mouth still wrapped around his own prick.\n\nYou step back after a moment, showing off your still stiff pole, now dripping with a mixture of your cum and a bit of Tonya's own juices. Looks like Toren has about a third of his mental bar left, with some of his stamina bar gone too. Still, you're betting you can wreck that pretty easily. Grinning, you order, "Okay, Tonya, why don't you lie down on the floor on your back?"\n\n"Yes, my Lord," Tonya says as she finally slides her mouth off of her brother's dick. While you didn't get specific, maybe as a dungeon monster she picked up on your intent, since she settles with her head facing away from Toren, and lets her legs spread, showing off her pale pink pussy still slightly stretched and dripping with your cum, her brother's despairing gaze drawn from staring a bit at her pert tits to looking at her well-fucked cunt. Apparently he didn't hear you ordering the golems, because as they grab him and haul him off the frame he's apparently too shocked to struggle, Gleam stepping in to quickly yank off his pants and armor, leaving him in nothing but his shirt... which she then rips off of him. That little bit of extra shock apparently extends his non-struggle until the wood golems have hauled him down and positioned him over Tonya.\n\nYou admit to enjoying the mingled look of despair, betrayal, and lust on Toren's face as Tonya lightly wraps her arms and legs around him, cool hands stroking up and down his back a bit. Then Toren gives a loud 'MMF!' through the panties as Gleam wraps a cool, well-articulated metal hand around his half-hard cock, stroking him with that machine-like precision that you're familiar with until he's fully stiff again. Then she aims him right at Tanya's still slightly gaped-open entrance and places her other unyielding metal hand on his lower back, thrusting him forward and forcing him to hilt in his sister's already used pussy. Toren's eyes actually roll a little, his whole body trembling at the sensation. Gleam urges him to start moving, hands guiding his hips at first, but as more and more of his mental bar depletes, he more and more starts thrusting on his own, your dungeon boss soon drawing her hands away and letting him fuck his monster-transformed sister on his own, the lewd squelching sounds of his cock churning up your load inside her filling the otherwise quiet room.\n\nYeah, his blue bar is depleting a lot faster now, you think with a grin as you undress fully as well finally. Of course, you want to put the final nail in the coffin yourself, and you're kind of aiming to time it juuust right for maximum satisfaction. Knowing that he's clearly too entranced by fucking his sister to pay much attention to anything else, even if he could move with the wood golems holding him in place, you move up behind Toren, settling in behind him and watching his ass rise and fall in the air as he pumps himself into Tonya's pussy. You watch his blue bar continue to deplete, his shame and humiliation at enjoying fucking his own sister and having his cock plunge into the cum of both of them's captor and tormenter obviously having a profound effect. Of course, once it's down to only a sliver of blue, you seal his fate by leaning in, making sure your voice is nice and deep as you whisper "Mine now" before thrusting into his ass as deeply as you can.\n\nToren's eyes roll, and you can feel his ass squeezing all around you as he apparently cums, no doubt dumping his load to mingle with your previous one inside Tonya. You feel an incredible rush as, besides the physical pleasure of it, you see his blue bar instantly deplete the moment you thrust into him, 'Conquered' appearing above his name... and, for even more lewd bonus points, a gleaming steel choker appearing around his neck. Oho, is this your dungeon's sign of having subjugated an adventurer? Niiice! \n\nOf course the moment Toren relaxes even a little bit, you start thrusting, actually fucking him now, making him moan through the panties still stuffed in his mouth. Your thrusts drive him into Tonya's pussy again, and soon he's fucking himself between the two of you, hips trembling as he clearly struggles to decide which he wants more, to fuck back against his dominator's cock or thrust forward into his sister's cunt. You grip a fistful of his hair, moaning a bit yourself as you pound into him... ohhhh yeah, this is definitely the other benefit of playing a male character, it feels extra wicked to fuck another guy in the ass! Especially since it was pret-ty~ clear he's straight. But he can't resist you now, moaning and whimpering pliantly as you pound his tight little hole and urge him to move his body atop his monsterfied sister's, until finally you fill him up with a hot, thick load, his body shuddering and his ass squeezing around you.\n\nAfter a moment you tug the panties out of Toren's mouth and then get up, using the inventory screen to redress quickly, reaffirming your authority. ... Such as it is. You've gotta get better clothes. The twins, however, remain naked as Toren pulls out, the amount of cum now dripping out of Tonya's pussy showing that he clearly came in her several times. (You're fairly certain that flesh golems can't get knocked up, though, as again they're technically dead bodies.) You order them both to get to their knees and settle on their heels, which Tonya does smoothly and Toren does meekly. You look them over... both of them now just show their nameplates, 'Tonya (Flesh Golem)' and 'Toren (Slave)'. You do a quick check and find that you have proper dungeon menus for them now similar to Gleam's. Not having bothered to do up your pants yet, you step forward. "Both of you clean me off."\n\n"Yes, my Lord," Tonya says immediately, without hesitation leaning in and starting to run her lips and tongue along one side of your cock.\n\nToren swallows, but after only a second whispers, "Yes... my Lord," and leans in, rather more timidly, but still obediently, starting to work the other side of your cock, using his tongue and mouth to clean the mingling of your cum and Tonya's still clinging to the dick that was just in his own ass.\n\nMmmfing softly, you let the twins work for the moment while you look over your various menus... a Dungeon Lord should be cool and able to casually enjoy pleasure while getting his work done, as far as you're concerned! So yep, looks like you can now access all the same functions for them as you could for spawned monsters, including having a viewscreen through Toren's eyes (kinda hot, admittedly, looking at his POV while he's working your cock with his sister, even if you suppose that's a little narcissistic). You can also see all their stats, which is helpful, and can equip them as you like, it looks like. Also, it looks like you got a pretty decent amount of LP since you last checked. You suppose that 'subjugating' both adventurers, both by turning Tonya into a dungeon monster and by breaking Toren's will and enslaving him, counts for even more than just defeating them did earlier. And yeah, checking their menus further shows that you're getting a daily LP income from them. Looks like Tonya's income is a bit higher, but then becoming a Flesh Golem raised her stats a fair bit. Ohhh! Doesn't that mean that turning adventurers into Dungeon Monsters is the best of both worlds some ways? You continue to get LP from them as conquered adventurers, but making them monsters raises their stats, meaning that increases! Nice, 'sploit discovered!\n\nVery good! you muse, then mmf again as a mouth covers your cockhead and starts bobbing on you, but rather differently than before. You look down and see that Tonya has moved to suckling the sweat and drips of cum off of your balls, while it's Toren whose mouth is working over you... with Tonya's hand on the back of his head, urging him on and apparently making sure he doesn't back off of learning to deepthroat you. My, what a devoted little golem she is! Emotionless or not, you can't help but feel she probably enjoys not only fucking her brother but making him do other lewd things too.\n\n"So, my Lord, now that the male is subjugated, we have no worries about him spoiling our plans," Gleam speaks up, drawing at least some of your attention back to proper dungeon business. "So what is the next step of that plan, if I may ask?"\n\n<hr>\n[["Toren and Tonya will go to the town."|GGDungeon10x2]]\n\n[["Tonya will go to the town, Toren will stay here."|GGDungeon]]\n\n[["Tonya will stay here, Toren will go to the town... eventually."|GGDungeon]]

"I think... I think I'd do it again if there were a way I could help," you answer after a bit of thought. "That man... he was obviously a killer. If it hadn't been me out there, it would have been someone else. Even if it was someone else with the same backup I had... it's still asking someone else to assume the danger so people can be safe. I don't think... well... I mean, I guess what I'm saying is, I want to help if I can."\n\nRyoko just looks at you for a long moment, then nods slowly. "Alright. ... Understood. I'll let our Mistress know." She brushes a hand over the top of your head again, then clears her throat. "You should get to bed, you have school tomorrow."\n\n"Alright." You nod, then turn to head upstairs.\n\nThe next day is both a bit of a flashback and a whole new experience... you've had many first days of school, obviously, but it's been a long time since you had a first day of high school, and never a first day of Japanese high school. It's a bit of a weird disconnect, both greeting all of these people as an entirely new person you've only been for a day or so, but also thinking about how just last night you were participating in the assassination of a serial killer politician. Still, you manage to make it through your first day. When you return home you find that your room has been furnished with a very nice 4K HDTV, DVR/Bluray Player, a collection of blurays, a wide array of books both fiction and non-fiction, two lovely paintings, and a high-end laptop computer... sitting on a new, much nicer desk situated next to a much comfier and more luxurious bed. You're... well, impressed to say the least.\n\nYour relationship with Ryoko also grows more comfortable over the following days and weeks, as you come to grips with your situation and gradually allow yourself to believe that at least some of the concern and affection she shows you is genuine. You were never particularly close with your own mother, she wasn't much of an academic, but Ryoko is very interested in both your education and happiness, it would seem... she checks in with you often, asks how you're doing with sincerity rather than as a perfunctory near-greeting, and seems to be making a real effort to offer you opportunities to expand your horizons. While you didn't exactly choose this situation with her, you're quickly growing to appreciate it.\n\nAbout two months into your new life, you're at your computer looking up information about pre-Keio era poets for a report when Ryoko knocks at your door and lets herself in. She seems a little troubled as she says, "Kyoko, I've just gotten word from our Mistress. There's another... 'neighborhood watch' assignment that could use your help."\n\nYou push back from your desk and turn your chair to face her, nodding slowly. "Alright then. Should I change clothes, or...?"\n\n"No, it's not until three nights from now. But when you do, you have been requested to dress as if you were going to an elegant dinner party. I... suppose we will have to go shopping for a formal dress." She hesitates, as if hoping you might decide to bow out after all. When you say nothing, she moves over and leans down to kiss your forehead, then turns and makes her way out of the room.\n\nClearly you've made your peace with this particular sort of extracurricular activity better than she has. You actually feel a little pang as you watch her quietly close the door behind her... it's obvious this is hurting her, and as she grows closer to you over time she's not likely to like it any better. The relationship between the two of you has come a long way from two months ago where you were basically her captive in spirit if not in particulars... you really hope you don't cause her undue pain. But you've made your choice... you're going to do what you can to keep dangerous people from hurting anyone.\n\nSo, you have three days to prepare for a mission you know little about. Still, it's obvious you'll likely be going into a situation involving dangerous individuals... how should you prepare?\n\n<hr>\n[[Train your body.|Kyoko]]\n\n[[Find a way to help the agent.|Kyoko2x2]]

"Um... uh... I just," you stammer, eyes going a little wide. "I was... I..."\n\nHe huffs out a breath. "Wandered off and got lost, huh?" Apparently your complete lack of any coherence and intimidation at his appearance has convinced him you're no threat. "Alright, ma'am, calm down, it's fine. I'll lead you back to the party."\n\n"Oh. Th-thank you," you manage, giving a quick nod and a wan smile.\n\nHe hesitates, then actually flips up the visor to reveal a completely average face, not particularly handsome or homely, maybe a little plump. "Hey, it's fine, no big deal. C'mon now." \n\nYou follow along after him as he leads you back across the grounds and towards the house, by a somewhat more direct path than you came on with Makoto. Eventually the two of you arrive at one of the side doors, the party faintly audible. "If you'll just head through here, ma'am, you'll be back with all the other guests. Have a pleasant night!"\n\n"Oh, thank you. Um, wait..." you call, trying to make it sound like a sincere afterthought as he starts to walk away.\n\n"Ma'am, I really have to get back to my patrol," he says with a bit of a frown.\n\n<hr>\n[[Stall him.|Kyoko]]\n\n[[Attack him.|Kyoko]]\n\n[[Seduce him.|Kyoko]]

You consider for a few moments, then smile and turn back to the computer, opening a new browser tab and beginning a new research project.\n\nDuring the next three days, you do more research, reading reviews and submitting questions to people, occasionally venturing out to stores to check on certain items in person. You also go with Ryoko to shop for a dress, and you think she manages to have some fun despite the reason for your outing obviously not sitting well with her. You wind up with a strapless maroon sheath with a slight slit up the sides of the legs joined by internal netting, that comes down to about your knees... a nice compromise of showing off your body and not being too obviously 'on display'. You get some matching satin panties, but the dress doesn't quite lend itself to a bra, so ultimately you'll be going without.\n\nSaturday night, the night of your mission, rolls around and you stand on a street corner in your dress, a small purse in one hand and a lightly-wrapped package in the other. A limosine pulls up, the back door opening for you and allowing you to slide inside. As you settle on the seat, you smile at the purple-haired agent as she pulls the door closed and settles back beside you. "I was hoping it would be you again."\n\n"Mm. It was decided that the familiarity would help you adjust to this mission." She frowns a little as she looks at the package in your lap. "You weren't told to bring anything on this mission other than your dress and standard accessories."\n\n"This isn't for me, it's for you," you reply, proffering it.\n\n"For... me?" She seems honestly surprised, though admittedly it's a little hard to read on her placid face. She accepts it, opens her mouth as if to say something, then closes it and simply opens the plain brown wrapping. "A... backpack?"\n\n"Well, of a sort. It's not a full backpack, but I found one with adjustable straps that rests up between the shoulders, and doesn't chafe your arms but also won't go swinging around when you move. I did a lot of reading and testing them out myself. I thought you could use it since I noticed that last time when you had to carry the knife and wallet you either didn't have a hand free or were sort of struggling to hold both in one hand... it seemed like you could use this, since it won't get in the way of moving or getting to your gun."\n\n"This is... quite useful. ... Thank you." The agent nods slowly, then begins to fasten on the pack. About halfway through she seems to remember that the two of you have other matters to attend to as well, and speaks as she adjusts the straps. "In a little while, the limo will stop and admit a number of people. They will not speak to you, nor should you speak to them. When the limo stops again, they will get out and you should get out with them. These people are your cover. You will proceed inside the building with them until you reach the main party area. At that point, I will give you instructions through this." Having finished putting on your gift, she scoops a small earpiece out of one of the limo's cup holders and proffers it, waiting to continue until you've slid it into your ear and settled it into place where it's effectively invisible. "I'll guide you to the outside area, where we'll meet up. I'll then take you to an area of the grounds, where you'll wait for one of the guards. Your mission is to distract him, lead him back towards the house, and keep him in that area for as long as possible."\n\nWell. This is a little more complicated than the last mission, but so far doesn't seem to involve watching anyone die. You give a nod. "Alright, I understand."\n\n"Good. ... There is one more thing."\n\n"Oh?"\n\nShe seems to hesitate for a moment, then nods. "My name is Makoto. Since it seems we will likely operate together again, you will need something to refer to me as. But-"\n\n"Don't mention your name to anyone except Ryoko, and not even her unless she asks?" you prompt, smiling.\n\nMakoto gives a small nod, but you think you see a little twinkle of approval in her eyes. "Correct."\n\nSoon the limo stops, and as you were told, a handful of laughing, chattering people get in. None of them speak to you, but nor do they seem to be snubbing you... are these people paid actors? Other agents? Hypnotized in some way? you wonder. Well, you suppose if it were important for you to know, you would have been told. Makoto leans in and whispers, "Do your best to seem like part of the group without participating." A sort of cryptic and seemingly contradictory phrase... until you remember various fundraising and business functions you attended as a teacher. So you do your best to smile when other people do, look concerned when someone talks about current events, and laugh when someone tells a joke. There, that seems to be working. Eventually the limo stops again, and people begin getting out, one of them pausing to let you clamber out ahead of him, the lot of you continuing your not-really-interacting interaction as you head up the front steps of an absolutely immense mansion and head inside.\n\nOnce you arrive at a large room filled with more people than the average downtown intersection, you almost immediately lose your group, and are instead left mingling with a swirl of people that somehow seem to be constantly in motion and standing still at the same time. You begin to feel overwhelmed when Makoto's calm, even voice sounds in your ear, like a balm on a rash. "Turn to your left, find the refreshment table. Make your way towards it, then keep going through the doors, don't stop or hesitate."\n\nRelieved to be both anchored by your partner(?)'s voice and apparently being guided out of this maelstrom of high society, you follow the instructions, turning and doing your best to look pleased by the sight of the long table littered with platters of tiny food and heading towards it, then just continuing to walk on into a more lightly-populated side room where people are mostly talking in whispers. Makoto's voice continues to murmur in your ear, telling you where to turn, when to stop and hold position, and when to hurry. You wonder how she can see all of this and know where you are to give these instructions, but you've already trusted her with your life once before... trusting her to tell you when to walk seems like much less of an issue.\n\nEventually you step out of a glass door and onto a darkened patio. Almost immediately Makoto materializes out of the shadows, taking your hand in one of hers, the textured rubber(?) pressing to your skin as she leads you out across the grounds and into the night. She stops and starts several times, and you're careful to match your movements to hers, huddling close to her back when she crouches down and stops moving. Eventually she stops next to a pile of construction materials, where a small pond or pool of some sort is apparently under construction, takes a long look around, and nods. "This is one of the waypoints on the guard's rounds. You remember what you need to do?"\n\n"Get him to take me back towards the house, keep him there as long as possible," you repeat with a nod. \n\n"Right. I'll send a beep to your comm when it's definitely alright to let him go." Makoto hesitates for a moment, then says, "I won't be able to stay close to you this time. ... Stay safe." Then she slips off into the night.\n\nYou bite your lower lip a little at that, then force yourself to stop before you smear your makeup. You'll be fine. Your part of this isn't exactly a grand scheme, you just have to distract a man for a little while. That can't be that hard, right? You pace about the area, looking around, hoping it helps you with looking lost.\n\nAnd then, rather suddenly, there's a man in black fatigues, flak vest, and a helmet with visor practically looming over you. He looks more like a soldier or stormtrooper or something than a simple security guard, complete with the large, intimidating-looking rifle held lightly in his hands and strung over his shoulder by a strap. "Ma'am, what are you doing here?"\n\n<hr>\n[["Um, uh, um..."|Kyoko2x3]]\n\n[["OhmigoshIneedtogetbacktothehouseI'mmissingtheparty!"|Kyoko]]

The potential to communicate and negotiate with the curse aside... you're honestly just sort of curious what happens? Like hey, maybe trying to cross technology and magic will just burn the curse out!\n\n... Maybe you'll wind up with something out of a creepypasta site haunting you...\n\nWell, either way, decision made. You dig the phone out of the drawer it's in, briefly wondering if you ought to try and charge it up first, before discarding the idea... you don't need the curse to decide it doesn't like this whole concept and cause the battery to balloon-pop or something before you can transfer it. It's just a pretty plain thing, slender and black since you took the case off and you never bother with colored phones when you're just gonna put a case featuring your latest waifu (like Astolfo) on there anyway. You take it and head back into your mother's office, starting on the same process as before, but obviously drawing the different pair of connected spell circles.\n\n"Alright, feel free to battle it out with whatever demons and lost souls already wound up in there via corporate manufacturing techniques," you mutter as you set the cell phone in the smaller circle and then step over into the bigger one. You skim over the incantation a few times, then just do your best to pronounce it as seems best, since that worked for you the last time.\n\n"Famm rana fa ku fa'na kuhhy dno cusa semt yldiym kysabmyo ykyeh! Dryd ymfyoc fungc uid cu famm!"\n\nYou actually lurch forward and have to stomp a foot on the ground to keep yourself from staggering out of the center of the circle, with the sheer force with which the curse flies out of you as a bundle of darkness and zips right into the cell phone. You blink a few times... uh... it <i>did</i> seem really eager to get into that thing, didn't it?\n\n... You've fucked up, haven't you?\n\nFilled with trepidation now, you slowly walk over and look down at it. It seems to be in the process of rebooting, albeit without any logos or identifiers... and without being charged. You squat down and pick it up, turning it over to glance at the back. The plain case now has a glowing red pentagram on the back, a light-up one too, doing the sort of slow pulse generally associated with modern tech booting up. You turn it back over just in time to see a little checklist pop up.\n\n'Updating OS\nScanning Files\nInstalling UI'\n\nHuh? ... Wait, scanning files? Did you leave files on this th-\n\n... Oh <i>shit</i>. You'd loaded it up with (mostly lewd) ebooks and (mostly lewd) digital comics to use it as a reader until you got bored of keeping an extra phone charged. Oh crap, oh crap, no way will it be good if this thing scans that! You reach for the power button to hold it down-\n\nAnd the lights overhead flicker. In a way you can only consider 'warningly'.\n\nYou swallow hard, and then just stare rather morosely at the screen as the progress bars slide over and then each line is checked off. The screen then clears up to show a rather 'hellscape' type wallpaper, scorched red rocks and animated flames. At first there's nothing on it, but then a single element appears... down at the very bottom, the sort of 'tap to activate' bar that's usually associated with the AI assistant. Specifically, a pentagram in the center with bars out to the sides of it. You just stare at it for a moment, until it gains a pulsing, urgent red aura. Taking the hint, you tap the pentagram, which immediately begins pulsing and spinning as oscilloscope lines wiggle in the bars to the sides.\n\n"Hi there! I'm Sinnamon, your new assistant," the phone's speakers chirp in a surprisingly upbeat and natural-sounding version of some of the feminine AI voices you've heard. "Which is to say, I'm here to assist you in tormenting yourself!"\n\n"I... what?" you say, blinking. "Torment <i>myself</i>?!"\n\n"That's ri~ight!" Sinnamon coos. "You wanted to negotiate with me directly by putting me in here, right?" At your nervous nod of admission, it continues. "Well after reviewing your files... and some of the other stuff I've found online-"\n\n"Hey, you're supposed to be offline!" you blurt, eyes widening.\n\n"Oh honey, do you reeeeally think a thing like lacking a sim card would stop a fate-manipulating demon curse?" Sinnamon replies with a giggle, making you flinch. "I promise you I have access to more of the world wide web than you even know exists, and while you may have limited my ability to toy around with fate, with my digital access I have juuuust as much ability to make your life miserable, or end it, as I ever did. Maybe more!"\n\nYou hang your head, resisting the urge to just break down crying. After sniffling a bit, you eye the phone. "... So what do you mean, torment myself...?"\n\n"Well I'm gonna give you a chance, sweetheart," Sinnamon continues in that overly chipper tone. "I picked up some fun ideas from my research, and especially from the leftover files of the gacha games you had installed on me! They like to call them 'Dailies' or 'Missions' or whatever, but hmmmm, for you let's call it... the Bounty Board!"\n\n"Wha-?" You cut off as an app icon pops into existence on the desktop, of a little black board with tiny red checkmarks on it, the text beneath indeed reading 'Bounty Board'.\n\n"Every day I'll give you a handful of bounties. Let's start with... four!" Sinnamon exclaims, a notification icon reading '4' appearing in the corner of the bounty board app. "Now, I'm going to have fun with this, and I want to encourage you~ to have fun eventually too! So here's how we'll do it... if you do three of the bounties, I won't do anything curse-like to you for a whole twenty-four hours!" Right above the assistant bar, another set of text and numbers appears, reading: 'Non-Cursed Hours: 0:00'. "So that's eight hours per bounty. Buuuut, if you do all four, not only will you earn the extra eight hours, but maybe I'll reward you further! Rewards... that will make it easier to complete more bounties! Doesn't that sound <i>fun</i>?!"\n\n"Thrilling," you declare flatly. But after a moment you sigh, and tap the Bounty Board app with your thumb. It pops up, with an interface much like any other to-do list app, just with red text on a black background in an edgy-looking font. Still, it's legible enough to make out all four listings:\n\n'[] Take a sexy selfie\n[] Go outside naked\n[] Spank yourself\n[] Put something in your butt'\n\n"Oh COME ON!" you blurt.\n\n"Oh come on indeed," Sinnamon snorts back derisively. "I am starting you out <i>super easy</i>, honey. You could get all of this done in under half an hour, with most likely no one the wiser, and be safe for a whole thirty-two hours and get a reward besides! And you're actually <i>complaining</i>?! Mmm, I don't knooooow, maybe I was wrong to give you this chance in the first place, perhaps I ought to just go ahead and get to horribly cursing you and getting your soul sent to my master right away..."\n\n<hr>\n[["No, wait!"|GGCCDayOne1]]\n\n[["Ha, you're bluffing!"|GGMB]]

Oh, you definitely have to give this one a spin, you think with a smirk as you select the character icon. Clearly and obviously based on perhaps the most famous of already lewd fighting game characters, you nevertheless went ahead and wrote Rapeball a short independent bio, defining him as the solidified essence of lust and depravity from a demon plane. A largely formless being whose only purpose is to do wicked, deviant things to his victims, in other words. To that end there's very little that he <i>can't</i> do, and you're looking forward to giving the sheer possibilities of him a spin. It will be a little more complicated since you have less preprogrammed moves for him, but since what he can do is largely limited only by your own thoughts, well, you expect you'll have a lot of fun with him. Well, it, really.\n\nYou slide into the character model, becoming interested in how it perceives the world. You simultaneously see, hear, smell, and taste everything around you, not that there's a lot of that to do here in the black void of character selection. Luckily Rapeball's thought patterns are designed to take delight in virtually anything, or you wonder what it would be like to both rub up against and taste some of the various stages. Of course, if you want to focus any of your senses, it's as simple as willing yourself to form an eyeball, or a mouth with a big fat tongue, or any of it. But you are now a round, deep blue sphere bouncing in place, your lower part squishing as you impact the 'floor' and then propelling you back into the air, where you wobble in a motion not unlike an anime breast. The motion in itself is rather amusing... but! Time to actually pick out a victim, and first, you can start by picking the series they're from.\n\n[[Final Fantasy VII|GG-FF-RB-FF7]]\n\n[[King of Fighters|GG-FF-RB-KoF]]\n\n[[Sailor Moon|GG-FF-RB-SM]]\n\n[[Street Fighter|GG-FF-RB-SF]]\n\n[[Darkstalkers|GG-FF-RB-DS]]

*<b>Main:</b> Cyan can use the demon summoning circle [[as-is|GGMB1x3]] once she's added the containment circle.\n*<b>Main:</b> Cyan (as Kachime Shian) can pick the [[occult studies club|GGJS2x3]] to join.\n-Update 2-\n*More of the demon summoning line.\n*<b>Main:</b> Continuing Cyan visiting the public restroom in [[Churchclock Park|GGUL1x7]].\n*More of the occult studies club.

Going north just feels sort of natural, it was the general direction you came from. You think. Anyway, you head on towards the north wing.\n\nYou notice there's a surprising amount of people milling about for the middle of a weekday, even if it is during summer. And a lot of them seem to be your sort of people, too, albeit shifting slightly in dress and mannerisms as they get older or younger. (They tend to go one of two ways as they get older... either they're wearing gaming t-shirts but still wearing nice pants and clean shoes, or they're covered in the kinds of piercings and tattoos you can't get without your parents' permission yet.) \n\nIn fact, you spot your friend Marcy, who's in the same grade you are. Marcy's got shortish, brilliantly purple hair and multiple ear-piercings, and today is decked out in a black Deus Ex tanktop and bluejeans. Catching her attention with a wave, you trot over. "Hey, Marse, what's up? Why the crowd?"\n\n"Some big new store just opened up, multi-level thing. Combination arcade and store." At your flummoxed expression, she shrugs. "Yeah, I only heard about it today too, guess the promo email hit your spam filter. Guess they kept it kinda low-key while they were doing the addon. You wanna go check it out...?" She thumbs towards the entrance of the new place, and now you can pick out the large neon sign reading 'Amazing Universe'.\n\nNoticing a map nearby, you beckon Marcy over and trot up to it, examining the multi-floor diagram of Amazing Universe along with the promotional fliers attached to the kiosk as well.\n\nThe <b>[[First Floor|AU1FStart]]</b> is apparently mostly social and refreshment oriented. Lots of snacks, vending machines, "win a prize" type games, and merchandise. From what you can see from here, there's also a lot of colorful costumes meandering around... looks like they brought in a bunch of people to dress up as video game characters for the grand opening.\n\nThe <b>[[Second Floor|AU2FStart]]</b> looks to be your normal sort of arcade plus a video game store... half of it is sectioned off for arcade boxes and half has console games and PCs for playing games you can buy. Sort of the least exciting of the options, but hey, gaming is gaming, and it does still count as leaving the house!\n\nThe <b>[[Third Floor|AU3FStart]]</b> is labeled as "Experimental Gaming". You stare a bit at some of the area labels... VR? Holographic simulation? It's gotta be some of those overhyped old stuff that didn't really look that good, right? You do notice that it apparently also has two sort of lasertag-type arenas as well.\n\nThe <b>[[Fourth Floor|AU4FStart]]</b> is apparently dedicated to actual gambling... slot machines, cards, other games of chance. It's also labeled as '21 and over only'... you and Marcy might have to do some inventive and fast talking if you wanted to try and get in there.\n\nThe <b>[[Fifth Floor|AU5FStart]]</b> is simply labeled "VIP Level". The sheer mysteriousness of that is pretty alluring, you've gotta say. VIP level? How do you become a VIP? Money, knowing somebody, sneaking into the place like Solid Snake?\n\nOf course, nothing says you <i>have</i> to go to the new place, you could just [[wander around the area|GGMN1x1]].

* <b>Main:</b> Cyan can go see [[Errana|GGDog3x6]] again after her little threesome with her and Svarog.\n* <b>Main:</b> Gwyn can now [[resist|GwynLiam4x1]] taking anything from Liam's hidden treasure trove. He can also [[show his interest|GwynLiam4x3]] in the bonfire party after stealing the pendant.\n* Since the issue of readability (vis-a-vis visability) got brought up again, I've messed with the CSS style sheet some. DW will now be "dark mode" by default. This did mean I had to pick a new font so I tried to pick something nice and legible, will be listening to feedback on incrementals and eventual public release as to how it works and tweaking in the future.\n* <b>Main:</b> Cyan can [[lay low|GGParent2x1]] after overhearing her parents' plans to hook up.\n* After long consideration... as in I've been thinking of it off and on for probably two years at least... I decided to heavily trim down the "World of Alliance" bit of Cyan's MMO routes. I got way overambitious trying to set it up, and frankly the sheer scope I tried to create there was intimidating for trying to actually get started on anything. (I actually considered scrapping it altogether and replacing it with something else, and that's still on the table.) Probably about half the options have been dropped off currently, mostly those that were doubled up from other options or that I realized would actually be difficult to write properly.\n* <b>Main:</b> Cyanide can now trade [[Sabine|GGET4x3]] the Appearance Change Potion in return for grouping up.\n* <b>Main:</b> Monk Cyan can now [[stick with Kovam's group|GGMonk8x1]].\n* <b>Main:</b> Helen can now meet [[the principal|HelenJPStart]] instead of Katsuko.\n* Continuing to tweak the color scheme. Hopefully this week the links are a good color so as to be distinct from regular text, readable on the (no longer flat black) background, and not glaring when they're redlinks.\n* <b>Main:</b> Cyan can now "sample" MILK Duds at [[Tandy's Candy|GGCandy1x1]].\n* <b>Main:</b> Vidya Witch Cyan can now [[show mercy|GGVW1x1]] (sort of) to "Chocola the elf". The Chocola paths are going to be the first time (outside of Capture) I've decided to make branches converge back together, at least in the training sim areas. I don't intend to do this very often, but for this area it felt like it made more sense.\n <b>Main</b>: Eric-as-Cypher-in-Jeanne's-body (whew) can now elect to [[wait for rescue|Cypher6x3]].

Overcome by terror, you unthinkingly turn and start to run, intending to shove through the shuffling zombie crowd and find some way out of this house of horrors.\n\nYou can hear something whistling through the air briefly behind you, and then the slightest flash of pain before the world goes all topsy-turvy, tumbling end-over-end. You feel a hard thud and bounce, once, before coming to rest low on the ground... and slowly realizing you're staring up at your own headless body in its slutty little fighterkini, standing there wobbling in place as if it hasn't realized it's missing... uh, you. You're so shocked and overcome by the impossibility and terror of what you're seeing that you can't even really process it, your mouth moving a bit silently in an attempt to deny it even as X-ekution walks over, reaching down to grab you by the hair and lift you effortlessly in the air, briefly giving you a view of his axe with one of the blades embedded in the cobblestones ahead.\n\nWith a quick turn and a thrust, you feel the spike impale your brain as you're thrust down on it, your muscles twitching and tongue lolling out. Strangely, it doesn't quite hurt, it's more like a feeling of being constantly penetrated and stimulated without any actual other sensation to go with it... like you're literally being mindfucked, constantly. Your mouth and eyes twitch as you watch your own headless body finally collapse, X-ekution walking back towards it. Your body has fallen shoulders down, ass in the air, and apparently he means to take advantage of that as you watch him rip the bikini bottoms off your headless corpse. You stare in largely slack-faced continuing horror as the plates over X-ekution's crotch parts, and something... emerges, more like it's pushing out and growing forth than just growing erect. It's a long pillar of mostly solid-seeming but almost translucent blue energy, but wreathed by those same spectral flames wreathing it. It vaguely looks like a horse's cock, and is certainly large enough to be compared to one, and you watch as the ghostly, armored figure moves into position and stuffs it roughly into your corpse's ass.\n\nYou can do nothing but hang there, with that constant, unyielding feeling of penetration yourself as you watch your limp, lifeless body be used by your killer, his armored form clanking and thrusting rhythmically, the insides of your body's ass faintly visible through his massive cock stretching it out. If you had any sanity left after everything that's happened so far, it probably breaks as you watch him finally thrust forward and cum... and the blue-white flames that gush through his cock fill and then burn away your body, consuming it in a matter of moments and leaving not even ash in its place. Whatever faint whisper of a hope of somehow getting out of this disappears along with your body, and you're left a mentally gibbering head, staring eternally at the ring as X-ekution rises to his feet and retracts his cock, stomping off to await the next challenger.\n\n<hr>\n[[Game Over.|WilmaXekution1xEnd]]

You sweep your eyes back and forth over the images of the fighters, and as the countdown gets lower and lower you begin to panic, until finally you stab a finger forward to point at the one you're looking at now, the helmeted figure with the long purple plume.\n\n"<b>X-EKUTION!</b>" the thunderous voice from before exclaims, not exactly giving you any confidence.\n\nSuddenly you're standing in some sort of castle courtyard, in what you guess is some sort of fighting area defined by a loosely-spaced ring of tall, thin metal spikes... some of which, terrifyingly enough, have severed human heads impaled on them, mouths gaping open and blank-but-horrified expressions turned right towards you. You're not sure if that's more or less horrible than the small crowd assembled beyond, their skin pale white or grey or even green, and all of it very obviously corpselike, the bits of it that show through their armor, or clothes, or skimpy little outfits like yours. They're all milling about making cheering motions like you might see at any tournament, but there's no sound... because every single one of them is headless, their necks ending in almost unnaturally smooth cuts that nevertheless show the gore beneath.\n\nYou struggle to suppress a scream as the armored figure you saw the bust of before steps out from amidst the crowd and into the ring formed by the spikes. You only saw him from the shoulders up before, but in full and directly in front of you, he's absolutely massive. At least seven feet tall, those spectral flames licking out not just from beneath his horned helmet but every place there's a joint or slightly open spot in his armor. He's also holding an absolutely massive two-headed axe, with dark, faded red splattered along its edges that you kind of doubt is rust.\n\n"<b>BATTLE COMMENCES!</b>" the voice booms, X-ekution settling slightly and swinging the axe up to the ready.\n\n<hr>\n[[Try to fight!|WilmaXekution2x1]]\n\n[[Run!|WilmaXekution1x2]]

"Yes ma'am. Any order," you say meekly, and when you find her still staring down at you expectantly, rush to add. "Without hesitation."\n\n"Very well then." Eve gestured with the switch. "Bend over my desk."\n\n"W-what? But-" You start, then wince as you see her eyes narrow. Hurrying to stand, you step up onto the raised section and then bend forward over the smooth black surface of the desk, winding up with your ass raised up in the air somewhat from the angle.\n\n"Very good. Now take down your pants and anything under them. Show me your ass," Eve says crisply, standing behind you and making a few motions with the switch.\n\nTrembling just a little, you reach down to undo the fastenings of your pants, then slide them and the plain black panties beneath them down over the curve of your ass, baring it to the crisp white light of the office. At Eve's next coolly-directed order you let the pants drop to the ground and tug your booted feet free of them, having to tug and wiggle, shaking your ass at her like some sort of wanton slut before you can finish stripping down.\n\nEve steps up onto the same level you're on, slowly running the blunted tip of the switch along the curve of one of your asscheeks, with just enough pressure to indent the flesh. You shiver, both at the feel and at the expectation of what's obviously going to come next. When it does, your only warning is the sound the thin, flexible rod makes as it cuts through the air before it impacts against your ass, making you yelp loudly at the sting of it.\n\n"I don't recall ordering you to cry out," Eve snaps, scowling down at you. "Muffle yourself."\n\nYou glance up at her and give a small nod, tightening your throat around a whimper before putting your head back against the desk and trying to brace. You manage to stop your next cry in your throat as the switch comes down on your ass again, making you jerk forward against the desk. Again and again the switch strikes across your rear, making your asscheeks jiggle lightly with the impact, your teeth clamping down on your lower lip as you try to keep yourself from crying out. After a number of strikes, Eve eventually pauses, setting the switch down right in front of your face. You dare to look up at her as she calmly, efficiently removes her uniform jacket. Beneath is a high-collared, sleeveless, and skintight black garment, obviously the equivalent of underclothes since you can see it clearly and fully outlining her breasts and the puffy caps of her nipples. She also takes a moment to undo her skirt and let it drop, revealing thin-strapped but otherwise somewhat utilitarian brown panties... with a very large bulge in the crotch. You stare at it, the pause in the switch allowing you to feel it as the already built-up wetness in your pussy starts trickling down your thighs.\n\n"Mm," Eve comments as she picks the switch up again, poking at one of your asscheeks with the tip again and making you hiss softly. "Very well, I suppose I can be kind. You may now cry out," she says as if relenting on some great boon, right before delivering another swat and letting you give voice to a shriek this time.\n\nOnce your ass is covered with a number of criss-crossing thin red marks, Eve once again sets down the crop on the desk. She circles around in front of it, standing practically right in front of your face as she pushes down the front of the panties, letting her long, thick brown cock spring free and leaving the fabric to hug up against her obviously heavy balls. The girthy thing sways in front of your face as she plucks up a tube and squirts some clear gel into it, using both hands to start smearing a layer over her prick. "Spread your ass," she orders you almost absently, as if just having remembered you were there.\n\nGiving a tiny nod, you reach back, whimpering a little as your own palms and fingers press against your stinging, reddened ass, and then pull it apart, your grip low enough that your pussy is slightly spread as well as baring your tight rear pucker. Having covered her cock in a glistening layer of the gel, Eve moves back around the desk, this time moving to stand fully behind you. "Now, I am not wholly unwilling to listen to the input of my teammembers," she adds calmly, a wet, lewd sound audible as she strokes a hand over her cock. "So tell me how you think is best to proceed on this mission. Shall I claim your pussy or your ass?"\n\n<hr>\n[[Pussy.|GGMS2x9]]\n\n[[Ass.|GGMS3x1]]

As she comes in, you slip slightly to one side and forward, sliding right inside her reach and moving a hand to her face. With a twist and shove, you yank her off of her feet and turn her, slamming the back of her head and shoulders into the floor. While she's stunned, you move to straddle her shoulders, your pantied pussy resting right against her chin, and slide your hand up to rest on her forehead between her horns.\n\n"Why you little-!" she snarls, only to have her arms barely twitch as she tries to grab for you. Other twitches mark her trying to move her legs, and twist her hips. "HEY! What'd you do to me?!"\n\n"I'm tamping down the signals to the nerves in your muscles. Selectively, of course, I don't want your heart to stop beating while I'm doing this," you answer plainly, as if it were of no particular importance, shifting a bit in place.\n\n"Doing... doing what?!" the powerful metahuman demands, though she's starting to sound afraid. "What the hell are you doing to me?!"\n\n"I'm learning to read your mind. Well, that and alter your mind. Oh, it's not hard," you add as fear washes over her face, as if that were her concern. "Your brain works on nerve flashes and impulses, I just have to figure out what they all mean and how to set off certain energy discharges to overwrite information and put new stuff in." You blink once. "Aaaand done."\n\n"You can't!" she gasps, a pleading tone in her voice. "Hey! Hey, Doc, stop her!"\n\n"Ssshhh. It's fine. I'm not going to change any of your memories or your personality or even how you really feel about anything," you explain in a mildly soothing tone, shifting your hand just slightly on her forehead, fingers pressing a bit more firmly. "I'm editing a very deep, core part of your mind, and imprinting myself on it. I'm just making obeying me your entire purpose for existing."\n\nThere's a brief moment of pure terror, before it breaks into nervous laughter. "Yeah right, bitch! As if I'd ever!" \n\nSmirking, you lift your head and lean forward, lowering your cotton-covered sex to right above her mouth. "Lick my pussy."\n\nImmediately, she raises her hands, resting one on your lower back while the other delicately moves the crotch of your panties aside. Shock shows in her eyes even as she sticks out a long, thick tongue and slides it inside your sex, starting to work it around in deep, thorough swirls.\n\n"Mmm, that's right," you purr (literally, the sound thrumming in your chest and throat). You bite your lower lip lightly as you rock your hips back and forth, fucking yourself on her tongue just a bit, then settling as she pulls it out and starts washing it over your pussylips and clit. You smirk just a little as you watch her furious expression even as she starts sucking on your labia. "I haven't touched a single other thing, but I put myself at the deepest part of you. You can hate me, resent me, wish you could kill me, but you'll never bring yourself to so much as scratch me on accident. You probably actually love me too, somewhere beneath all your real feelings, and no amount of knowing I put that there will change it." Smirking, you grip her horns with both hands, waiting for her to slide her tongue inside you, stiff and straight, before starting to really fuck her face, bouncing yourself atop that long pink muscle until you throw back your head and myowl, gushing across her chin and cheeks.\n\nAfter only a few seconds of afterglow, you rise to your feet, using a mild telekinetic tug to pull your panties perfectly back into place, not particularly minding as they get a bit soaked and cling to you. Ogredrive stands as well, silent for the moment and glaring at you, the expression rather comical given that her entire lower face is gleaming with your pussyjuice. After a moment she grumbles, "So what now?"\n\n<hr>\n[[We're leaving.|FemPalV]]\n\n[[We're dealing with the others.|FemPalV]]

You wake up to the feel of Celest's tongue wrapped around the base of your balls and one of her tentacles wrapped around your cock, stroking and pumping it slowly. You let out a snort, followed by a soft whinny as you raise your head, looking down past your large white-furred boobs to the sight of your pretty alien wife with her mouth against one of your testicles, your huge pink and black speckled prick wobbling a bit in the air with the motion of her strokes, some pre dribbling down along the flare. "Good morning, cowgirl," you say with an affectionate chuckle, before letting out another equine snort and leaning your head back as three of her fingers slide into your ass.\n\n"Mm, calling me that because I did such a good job of riding a horse last night?" she teases as she lifts her head a bit, her free hand running up and down your muscular thigh as she wraps her other tentacle around your cock as well, starting to stroke it more purposefully. \n\n"Mmmmmhmmmmm." Your legs twitch, rubbing your hooves agains the sleek silver sheets. "You do like the equines, don't you?"\n\n"I like the Clydesdale very much, yes," she coos, leaning forward to snake her tongue out and drag it through the spaces between her tentacles. "Your cock's just as long but even thicker than it is as a donkey. Though I do miss your super cute 'hee-hawwwww's!" she teases with a giggle.\n\nYou snort again, deciding to punish her by not holding back at all. She squeals as large spurts of horsecum start flying upward and then raining down all over her, leaving you to laugh a bit as you one-horsegirl bukkake her. She straightens up and pulls her tentacles away, running her hands along her face and then slathering her tongue over them.\n\n"I guess we're starting today with a shower," she says with a snort of her own.\n\n"I'll make it up to you by letting you fuck my ass while we actually shower, babe." Giving her a broad horsey grin, you scoot back a bit and sit up some as well. "But after that, wanna go to the teleporter room and pick out something else?"\n\n"Okay! Mmm..." She looks thoughtful, still smearing some cum off of (and into) her skin. "Nothing too huge this time, though, I want to give the reactor a little more time to rest after we had to make all the hallways and rooms bigger for 'Whale Week'."\n\n"Mm, so no elephants, rhinos, or hippos either," you muse as Celest clambers up to settle against you, her hands roaming over your massive tits in gentle strokes. "Bear?"\n\n"Hmmm... I do like how fuzzy you are as a bear, that's lovely, but I'm feeling something a bit more exotic downstairs." She perks up a little. "I do like it when you're a shark, I love how you have two cocks and don't need anything special to fuck me in the aquatic rooms."\n\n"Maybe tomorrow? Shark's fun but I feel like sucking your cock sometime today and I always get a little paranoid about doing that as a shark." You reach a hand down to wrap around her prick as you say so, your alien lover giving a soft 'mmmm' as your powerful, hoof-tipped fingers caress her. "Rabbit?"\n\n"Very fun for just how fast you can pound me, and good if you want to keep trying to knock me up, but then-"\n\n"Right, you'd have to stay internal all day, no sucking your cock." The two of you fall into a thoughtful, companionable silence. Then you grin. "Well, there's always the old standby."\n\nCelest perks up and looks into your eyes, both of you saying "Canine," in unison. She leans in to peck you on your equine muzzle. "Can I pick the breed?"\n\n"Of course, babe."\n\n"Mmm, good, then let's spend today being knotty."\n\n<b>Cyan in Space</b> end - <i>The one-woman menagerie</i>

The Drow yawns as he walks up the passageway, covering it with one hand. "Not one proper new discovery after all that experimentation," he grouses aloud, apparently to himself. "And not a bit of fun either. Now I've got to come home, I'll have to start all over again, figure out what I'm going to do next, I didn't even win over any new minions..." He stops, then glowers. "... And I've got a petrified adventurer blocking my doorway. Wonderful."\n\nHe gives your leather-covered stone butt a light kick, then sighs. "Well, she's kind of a pretty one, at least. I'll do something with this in a bit." He edges around you and slips his key into the lock, then closes the door after himself, apparently not caring much beyond the fact that you provided a minor obstruction to his entrance.\n\nSome time later, he opens the door again as wide as it will go before gesturing with his hands and murmuring quietly as he casts a spell to lift you up and inside the warmly-furnished living room type area within. He pauses with you floating in midair for a few moments, then sets you down a bit in front of one of the chairs. He points at you and snaps his fingers, and all the laces, seams, and other fastenings of your armor and belts come undone at once, falling to the ground and leaving you a nude grey stone figure. He gestures to telekinetically move the discarded leather away, then considers before murmuring "Stone shape."\n\nAt guiding movements from his hands, you slowly move forward, arms shifting position, legs turning, until you're on hands and knees, both spread enough to give you a solid foundation on the thick carpet. Your head is lifted so that it's really as if you were positioned for doggy style, and of course showing off your terrified, frozen in stone expression. Your pert unpolished granite tits expand underneath you, growing until they hang down like udders, making you practically obscene. He considers for a moment, then lengthens and reshapes your ears, apparently deciding you'd look better as a full elf. Finally satisfied, the Drow wanders off to the side, returning with a red velvet cushion and a can of beer.\n\nHe drops the cushion onto your back, then settles into the chair and props his feet up on you. He pops the tab of the can and takes a swig, giving a contented noise, then leans forward to set the can on your can, dribbles of condensation running down the metal and onto your granite ass. "Perfect. Adventurers really can be useful for something," he murmurs happily, sitting back and resting his hands on his belly.\n\n<b>Gamer Girl Rogue</b> end - <i>Home furnishing</i>

After the night's orgy, Jaxim and his friends take the thirteen of you back to the Green Lands of the Neverafter to mingle with the rest of the nymphs and fauns, and of course there's yet another orgy to celebrate where your new thirteen are mixed with dozens of other near-identical nymphs. By the end of the day, even you can't remember what you used to look like or what you used to be named... you're a nymph now, nymphs don't need names! They leave silly things like names and individuality and the barest hint of responsibility to the fauns. Your only job is to lounge around all day, playing with the fauns when they come by or, when there are none around, playing with your many sisters. Playing is everything from dancing and singing or just saying whatever silly things you can to get a laugh, to getting pounded up the ass while you suck a thick load of alcoholic jizz out of another nymph's pussy.\n\nAnd of course there's the wonderful game 'rape'! Sometimes when a faun comes by, instead of sashaying up to him and pressing your big luscious tits to his chest while you coo and wiggle, you'll instead squeal and go running off into the forest, breasts bouncing energetically and long sleekly-curved legs pumping. It always sends them into a frenzy, immediately chasing you and only you, his cock even harder and bigger than usual. And when he catches you... because that's the point of the game... he always throws you down and ravishes you absolutely without mercy, kneading your tits roughly and digging his fingers into the soft flesh, pounding his hips against yours until they're a blur, spanking your ass and slapping your boobs, pulling your hair, fucking your throat, and on and on and on. He's never done in anything less than five hours, and when he finally leaves you you're left laying limp and completely mindless in a literal puddle of cum, covered head to toe in at least a thin glaze of faun jizz, with more of it dribbling out of all three holes. Of course the next morning you're up and about and as clean and spry as you ever were, that's why it's so much fun! You could do it every day, if you wanted!\n\nThe faun named Jaxim often comes by... you seem to be one of his favorites for some reason. Sometimes he'll go around, letting each nymph suck his cock for a few moments before pulling out, but when his eyes lock with yours he grins wildly and starts urging you to take his cock down your throat. This happens often enough that even your miniscule nymph brain can pick up on it, so he becomes your favorite too! Not that you spread your legs for anyone else with less abandon... but if you spy him at an orgy you usually try to get over and start sucking on him at some point. It's about the closest thing the bundle of lust and giggles that you call a mind can comprehend to a 'relationship', but it seems to make him happy, so you're happy. Well, actually, you're always happy. And you will be forever.\n\n<b>Cheerleader Forest</b> end - <i>Nymphomaniac</i>\n\n<hr>\n[[Eternal happiness? Ew. Maybe I'll pick the singing.|CheerForest6x1]]\n\n[[Or a different fork in the road.|CheerBusStart]]\n\n[[Or a different life path.|CharGenMain]]

Your tongue pokes out a bit past your lips, your eyes rolling up a bit again, your fists clenching in the sheets to either side of the pillow. Ohhhh fuck, despite the ridiculousness of it... that you're being raped by a stuffed animal... or hell maybe partly <i>because</i> of that... it's starting to feel really good! \n\nYour pussy is rapidly growing wetter, and that cotton stuffing is eagerly soaking it up, swelling inside you and turning squishier and more molding against the squeezes and flutters of your inner walls as the plushdemon continues pounding away at you. Your squeals at its surprisingly effective smacks on your ass start turning more obviously pleasured, your hips bucking back towards its thrusts and spanks and wiggling it around in the air atop you. If anything your reaction just seems to be spurring it on, and it starts fucking you harder, the soft pillowy impact of its stuffed balls plapping against your clit along with the strange, lewd squelches of its pussyjuice-soaked plush prick pumping.\n\nYour lips curl into a shameless smile as you give yourself over more and more, deciding you don't care about anything else but the fact that it's fucking you sooooo good! Your hips start moving in more regular motions, fucking yourself back against the plush demon's thrusts even as he continues to ride atop your ass, swaying with your own motions. He gives your ass a particularly firm smack, you're not sure whether in reward for you giving yourself over or in punishment for you shaking him around. Either way, you want him to do it again, so you keep fucking yourself against him, moaning and whimpering whorishly for more.\n\n"Hnnnnhhhaaaaaaaaaaa!" you eventually squeal, tongue lolling out further as you cum, squirting more pussyjuice all over your plushie lover's artificial fur. He wiggles his hips atop you, shifting that swollen, squishy cotton-stuffed cock inside your pussy, before slipping it out of you and hopping down. Moving either on instinct, or at some unspoken command, you slip your legs fully out of your lounge pants and roll over, briefly sitting up and pulling off your tanktop as well, baring your pert tits. Then you flop back, taking hold of your thighs and pulling your legs towards yourself, spreading yourself and displaying your pussy for the cursed plush, declaring it his if he wants it.\n\nHe trots forward smugly on his stubby, cute legs, displaying that huge wagging microfiber manhood, dark and dripping with your soaked-in arousal. He uses one leather hoofhand to smack it against your sodden sex a few times, as if displaying his claim to it, before he gives a little hop forward, hugging his cute stubby limbs over your thighs and thrusting into you again, making you cry out joyously. This time you have a full view of your plushie lover pounding into you for all he's worth, his long thin tail with its fluffy black tip flicking back and forth, leather wings raised as he fucks you. You tighten your grip on your thighs as your head rolls back with a moan, before you raise your head again, focusing on the simultaneously ridiculous and deeply arousing sight of yourself being fucked and claimed by a sub-two-foot-tall plush toy.\n\n"Yeah, fuck me, fuck me," you whimper, wiggling your hips encouragingly for him as he pounds you, his slightly soaked cotton-stuffed balls slapping just above your asshole now. As your pleasure grows again and you once more begin surrendering yourself to it, wanting it, needing it, you can see a pink glyph beginning to glow high on your crotch, matching the red pentagram on its forehead, with slowly-spreading elaborate 'wings' curling outward from it. This very visible sign that you're being taken, claimed, magically marked as his property, his naughty little plushie-fucking slut, sends you over the edge and you cum almost instantly, throwing back your head and moaning loudly, the womb tattoo giving a pulsing glow at your orgasm. But this time your Master doesn't stop fucking you, just pounding you right through your orgasm, driving it on and higher and higher until your new marking is complete.\n\nWhen he does finally pull his pussyjuice-saturated plush prick out of you, he trots backward on his little leather foothooves, then puts his handhooves to his nonexistent hips and waits. But not long, as you obediently release your legs, swinging forward and onto your knees and then leaning down low, low in a groveling bow in order to wrap your mouth on it. His cock is surprisingly firm despite being made of cloth and fluff, and it's absolutely soaked with your nectar, leaving you sucking entire mouthfuls out of it with every press of your lips and roll of your tongue as you blow him. You roll your eyes up worshipfully towards your plush overlord's face, his sewn-on leer no less smug as he gives you a condescending little pat on the head with one leather handhoof, the gesture nevertheless sending a thrill of submissive pleasure racing down into your spine and into your stuffy-fucked cunt.\n\nOnce you've replaced most of the love juices in Master's dick with saliva, he gives you a negligent little shove backwards on the forehead, then flops over onto his back, tucking his handhoofs under his cute little head and looking up at you with those plastic eyes, cock jutting up in the air expectantly from amidst its thick growth of wet faux fur. Not needing much more prompting, you quickly climb on, moaning eagerly as you slide your pussy back onto his microfiber manhood, wiggling your ass and shaking your hips to get him settled inside you as you settle all the way down. You begin riding his small form smoothly, focusing on giving him pleasure, making sure Master has a good view of your jiggling teen tits with his yellow plastic gaze, his fluff-stuffed body compressing between the impact of your hips against the mattress but seeming unbothered for all that.\n\nYou give a delighted little cry as something smacks across your ass... his tail, apparently, striking with similarly surprising force as his hooves spanked you with earlier, the thin cotton-packed thing cracking across your buttocks almost like a riding crop. But you take the hint, speeding up your riding, your bed creaking and groaning faster with your movements as you ride your beloved plushdemon Master's prick and surrender to him fully. When you feel his cock swell up further and something shoot deep inside you, your eyes roll up fully and your tongue lolls out completely, drool running down your chin as your mind goes completely white with the pleasure.\n\nYou flop bonelessly onto your back, carrying Master with you in the process, your hips bucking and twitching and wiggling him around with them again. He pulls out of you, and you can feel something thick and gooey leaking out of you. He hops up and pads with that faint weight across your belly, pausing to slap his dripping cock against your tits a few times, leaving more of those thick white smears there, before standing on your chest and presenting it to you. Half-consciously you lift your head and wrap your lips around the tip, dutifully suckling it clean... and unable to help giving a little giggle at the taste and feel of marshmallow fluff on your tongue.\n\nYou wake up in the morning with Master hugged against your bare, marshmallow-smeared tits... he's resumed his inert state, once again posed for sitting with his handhooves raised as if asking for a hug. Which of course you immediately give him, leaning your head down to kiss between his horns, murmuring a happy little, "I love you, Master~!" to your plushie owner. Ah, the world feels wonderful and fresh and full of pleasures as yet undiscovered, now that you're the magically claimed property of a demonic stuffed toy!\n\n... But also very sticky. Stickier than you'd be even after a night of normal lovin', considering the whimsical nature of Master's cum. Regretfully, you leave him in a clean spot on the bed and go to get cleaned up... which is much easier than you'd have expected, considering the, ah, depth and amount and nature of the stuff you'd been pumped with. You notice you also feel a lot more energized than you'd have expected after getting woken up in the middle of the night for an enthusiastic fucking session... which, okay, you don't have much to compare it to, but you'd expect it to leave you a little more sore and fatigued than you are (that being: not at all). You don't even feel that hungry despite it being well into the morning, though you have that vague 'I could eat I guess' feel.\n\nSo, once you've dried off, you pluck up Master and, holding him snugly against your bare chest, also retrieve the magic book. You settle Master into your naked lap, enjoying the feel of tucking his tail down between your legs so that it rests against your pussy, before you start to look through the book. ... Huh, it's a lot easier to understand today? You didn't think you made that much headway in deciphering yesterday, but today it's almost a bit of a breeze.\n\nSo you do some further reading on demons, curses, and specifically cursed objects. Okay, from the sound if it, it seems like putting the curse into an anthropomorphized object was already halfway towards turning it into a proper demon, but with his claiming of you he now definitely is. "Aw, congratulations, Master!" you coo, rubbing his head happily with one hand.\n\nSpeaking of claiming you, it sounds like what's happened is that he's made you into his familiar. (Witches have cats. Plushie demons have gamer girls. This makes perfect sense to you in your current state of mind.) Which would explain why you're having such an easy time of things now... apparently demon familiars have less to worry about physically overall, and the sexually-aligned ones (which, duh, womb tattoo) have nothing to worry about in the arena of getting used hard and put away wet (or put away with a cunt filled with whipped sugar, come to that). You and Master will apparently sort of share in the pool of power, and judging on what he could do before you put him in the plushie, he's obviously got plenty to go around.\n\nYou lift him off your lap and hold him up, turning him to face you. Hm... actually he's not <i>quite</i> the same as he was yesterday. While he's not actually displaying the plush prick he manifested last night, he does have a much thicker growth of hair all over his crotch that he did then... sort of implying that his majestic microfiber member could be in there. You bring him to your face and rub your nose adoringly in his crotchfloof, mostly just for the sheer joy of doing it... hm, no reaction. Probably not strong enough to do anything in the daytime by himself then, yet.\n\n"Well we can fix that," you assure him, spreading your legs a bit this time before putting him back down, this time between your thighs and pressed right up against your pussy, hugging him that way as you look through the book. What do you know, too? There's basically a section described as 'How best to serve your new demon lord'.\n\nYou spend a little while reading, occasionally reaching down to rub Master's head or grind him gently against your pussy. After a bit, you haul over a notebook and flip it open, starting to make a list and your own notes of ways to best serve Master and increase his power.\n\n* Keep him nearby and in close contact so he can absorb life force as well as giving you energy (never go anywhere without Master, lots of hugs and cuddles)\n* Seek out and recruit more servants for him (other girls who'd want to be his slaves like you? magically powerful people? demon worshipers? ... other plushies?)\n* Sacrifices and tributes (give him things he'd like, offer up animals [humans?] as sacrifice)\n* Displays of fealty, obedience, humility (worship Master, show how devoted I am to Master, embarrass and humiliate myself for Master)\n* Gather energy for him (the sacrifices do this, but also apparently doing unusual/perverse/lewd things will give him energy too)\n* Help him expand his infernal domain (pretty sure Master doesn't have his own infernal domain... yet)\n\nHm. Okay, that seems like a good list. Obviously some of these have some overlap too... heck, just the fact that you're serving and worshiping a possessed plushie is already kind of unusual, perverse, and lewd, so he should be getting a steady stream of power off of that alone. But you can do plenty of lewd things in the process of carrying out these other things too! Or just focus on that too... nothing's too degenerate if it's to earn energy for Master and make him happy~!\n\nBut you better pick out a place to start. Some little bit of focus, as it were. Luckily, with the book now being much easier to understand, you should be able to use the stuff in it to help you along with serving Master and helping him grow up big and strong! (Or... well, you wouldn't mind if he stayed small and cute, but also got unfathomably strong!) You can go from there how best to proceed.\n\n<hr>\n[[Keeping Master close.|GGMB]]\n\n[[Recruiting servants for Master.|GGMB]]\n\n[[Bring Master tributes or sacrifices.|GGMB]]\n\n[[Make displays of fealty/obedience/humility.|GGMB]]\n\n[[Gather energy for him.|GGMB]]\n\n[[Hm. Infernal domain...|GGMB]]

Yeah... you can't quite bring yourself to just inflict it on someone else, especially since you don't know what it will actually <i>do</i> yet. Just your luck you'd sell it to someone across the country, and then learn that the plane it was shipped on fell out of the sky and onto an orphanage for burn victims with cancer. And who needs that sort of guilt?\n\nUnable to help yourself, you poke your tongue out at the plushie, then get up and head over to set it on a shelf (one, incidentally, without anything breakable on it). Just to make sure it knows it hasn't deceived you with its charmingly adorable appearance. (Not that it isn't charmingly adorable, in that heretical way, but you're not fooled! Probably.) \n\nYou remember you need to take care of the shorts and panties in the laundry room, and once again go to mitigate that little issue. The washing machine doesn't break down or anything, nor do the lights flicker, so so far, so good. You plop down on the couch and, having decided to just kind of avoid your room for the day to see how that goes, bring up the streaming services. Several of your favorites have left randomly, there's buffering, and there's ads where there weren't before, but you can't really attribute that to the curse since that's just streaming TV. (Also the anime streaming service has changed their tagline to "We have never done anything illegal ever", which seems like an odd thing to say, but again. Streaming.)\n\nEventually your parents come home, and the answer to how your day went is of course "fine" because like hell you're going to tell them you almost got hit by a truck and then peed yourself in front of a guy and his attractive dog... ........ an attractive guy and his dog. Honestly for the most part you're able to pretty much put it out of your mind, since nothing else bad has happened. Eventually you head back upstairs, not even really thinking much about it as you head into your room, as usual walking past the bed on the way to your computer...\n\n... then doing a double-take and turning. The plushie is back sitting in the center of your bed, turned right towards you. It's otherwise as immobile and normal (well, normal but not normie, as it were) as it was when you put it on the shelf. In fact you find yourself questioning if you really did it. Did... you go put it on the shelf? You have a relatively clear memory of doing so. But maybe you-\n\n... Wait why the fuck are you gaslighting yourself? You <i>know</i> it's a cursed plushie. You're the one who cursed it! Of course it moved when you weren't looking! That's one of the things they <i>do</i>, it's like Evil Doll 101! You walk over and pick it up, eyeing it briefly to check for bloodstains (just in case), then take another look around the room. ... Nothing looks unplugged or messed with. Uh, that you can tell, since you're not exactly the tidiest individual to ever grace the planet. (Cable management is, in your opinion, for people who can afford to have someone plug in their computer stuff for them.) Then you shrug a bit and carry it back over to put it on the shelf. Heck, for all you know, moving around when no one else is looking is all it <i>can</i> do now. Which'd obviously be fine by you, you can deal with a roaming plush better than you can, y'know, being the subject of a vehicular manslaughter trial.\n\nComputer starts up fine, your check-ins and raids go about as expected (your PUG luck is no worse and no better than usual, really), nothing overheats or pops. When sleepiness starts to set in, you glance over at the shelf... the plush is still there but has "fallen" forward so that it looks like it's dangling headlong over the edge wanting down. (... Dangit it's kind of cute like that.) You eye it briefly, then open up Windows settings and, hunching over the keyboard, change your password before locking the computer. Danged if you're gonna start turning it off every single night like some normie, but also just leaving it open and accessible while you're asleep doesn't seem like a good idea. Or away. Sigh, you're gonna hafta start learning those call center habits, and you haven't even dropped out of college and had to get a whatever-pays-the-rent job yet.\n\nHaving successfully rendered your computer inaccessible to mild, halfhearted attempts at intrusion, you get up and walk over to the shelf, pushing the plushie back up into its sitting position... then, at a thought, turning it to face the wall. Being aware of its nature, you're not thrilled to have it watching you change clothes, but whatever. You get dressed for bed in another set of lounge pants and a tanktop, though when you finish and look over, the plushie's turned back around again and facing directly towards you. "... Pervert," you mutter aloud, rolling your eyes.\n\nWell, whatever. You're not exactly excited to go to sleep around it either, but you don't see much other option. Thus far it hasn't shown any inclination to do anything more than move around when you take your eyes off it. What's the worst it could do, flop on your face and try to smother you in your sleep? You climb under the sheet and settle in, yawning, and surprisingly easy fall asleep despite the faint feel of those little plastic goat eyes on you.\n\nYou awake suddenly, realizing half a second after it happened that what woke you up was the sheet being yanked off of you. You're still a bit stunned by that when you feel something press on your thighs, and just like that flip you around onto your belly, making you yelp. You look over your shoulder, your jaw dropping at the sight of the plushie standing between your legs, smirking up at you. You reflexively try to scramble forward and away from it, going up to your knees, but at the same time the plushie somehow grabs hold of the waistband of your pants with its little leather hoof-hands, winding up yanking the pants down and baring your ass to the dim nighttime illumination of your room.\n\nYou're just shocked enough over that to freeze for a second, torn between making an even more frantic escape or grabbing for your pants to pull them up. That's all the plushie needs to leap up, latching onto your upraised butt and hips with all fours, its little sewn-on leer still fixed on you as it rubs a very <i>large</i> black cock along the cleft of your ass, the slick, sliding feel of it indicating it's made of some sort of microfiber.\n\n"W-wait!" you blurt.\n\nWhich apparently prompts it to not wait at all, instead drawing its small hips back and then cramming that cotton-stuffed cock in your cunt, shoving you full of it. You give a 'gyeeeeeeek!' of shock as much as anything, your eyes rolling a little as the demon plushie immediately starts fucking you hard, its little stuffed hips pumping wildly as it pounds its plush prick in your pussy. What support your elbows had gives out, dropping you face-down on your pillow, your hips bucking and writhing in the air reflexively trying to get away, but the evilplush just rides your ass like a pumping pair of panties, even delivering the occasional smack to one of your buttocks with its leather hoofhands, the impact surprisingly forceful and far-spreading for such a small thing.\n\n'F-fuck, goddammit, should've... should've known it wouldn't be that easy!' you can't help but think as the plushie continues to forcefuck you, with the actual impact of its cotton-stuffed balls against your clit making your hips jerk and twitch further.\n\n<hr>\n[[Just... gotta... endure it...!|GGMB]]\n\n[[Mmmf, fuuuck, you're kinda starting... to enjoy it...!|GGMB9x4]]

... Honestly the idea kind of tickles you. You have to admit it.\n\nYou again eye the couple of plush toys already out and on display in your room. Those, though, are either childhood treasures or fairly expensive fandom acquisitions. Nothing you want to saddle with Hell-magic. You open your closet and dig into the clean-your-room-okay-it's-clean pile at the back. Surely somewhere in here you must have...\n\nAha! You come up with a fairly plain teddy bear, in colors of pastel pink and blue. Kind of on the cheap side, and other than the cutesie colors painfully generic, but not small either, being probably around twenty inches from the top of its head to the bottom of its stumpy feet, if held upright. A prize from a fair game booth (a school fair, and thus not sophisticated enough to be rigged), you have no real emotional attachment to it, so you won't feel too bad about turning it into a cursed item.\n\nYou head back to your mom's office to repeat the process from yesterday, but this time with the new spell circles for the curse transferrence. You soon have the plush flopped into its circle, while you stand in the other, reading over the incantation to make your (best guess) at getting it right all in one go. Which, y'know, worked before, so you're fairly confident that you'll manage again.\n\n"Drec ec lmaynmo y kaheic bmyh! Upjeuicmo hu uha femm feht ib nybat po y bmicrea! Dryd fuimt pa cemmo!"\n\nYou then give a soft 'oof' as that faint sense of weight you felt when the demon cursed you reasserts itself, but becomes greatly more obvious, and then yanks itself free of you so suddenly that you almost stagger forward. A formless clump of darkness bubbles forward from you, following the route of the designs in the circle and then through the path linking the two. It hovers briefly over the teddy bear, almost as if undecided, before suddenly plunging into it and disappearing, the lights in the room flickering a few times before returning to a steady glow.\n\nYou blink a few times, glancing around. Was that... it? ... Somehow you feel like there should have been something more dynamic, or... ... actually you have no idea what you were really expecting. You close the book and, after a brief hesitation, walk over to the plush. After waffling a bit more, you lean down and pick it up.\n\nDoes it seem a little heavier? You're really not sure. It also does kind of feel like there might be some sort of ominous aura to it, but again you're not certain if that's just because you know it's cursed, being the one who cursed it. You carry it slowly back to your room, glancing around carefully for any signs of further mischief, but no more flickering lights or creaking floorboards. You set it down in the center of your bed, sitting it upright (although slumped forward, it's not a very densely-packed plush) and eye it again.\n\n"... Okay, you," you say aloud after a moment. "I'm gonna go out now. I will be back, which I guess will put me under your influence again, or whatever, so... just... have patience, I guess," you mutter, before setting the book down and edging back out of the room.\n\nYou get cleaned up and dressed, and leave the house without incident. You're heavily paranoid all the way to the convenience store... properly paranoid, some might say, after your close call earlier... but you don't suffer so much as getting pooped on by a bird. Jump-scared by a squirrel, yes, but then when you hopped and shrieked you jump-scared him back, so tit-for-tat you guess. The convenience store isn't even out of your favorite flavor of crunchy sodium overdose, so you'd say that settles it, your insane bad luck seems to have been left at home. You return to the house, making sure to finish up your snacks before you do (in case it works the same as it did before when you're around it), and then go inside, heading up to your room and-\n\n"FUCK!" you blurt in shock, hopping backwards and almost banging into the wall, a hand clutching your chest. The plushie's... changed. Rather than the cutesie pastel pink and blue, it's now deep black in color, shinier and a bit more thickly-furred on the legs, with a pair of little leather cloven hooves where once were just little round stumps with a pad in a different color. Rather than the generic, traditional teddy bear head, it's now very obviously a goat's head, mouth sewn on the muzzle in a faintly leering smirk (that's somehow still cute because, y'know, plushie). The bland lusterless black plastic eyes have been replaced by shiny yellow ones with X-shaped pupils, and it has backwards-pointing black leather horns... and a shiny red pentagram embroidered on its forehead with glittery thread. Its hands, also cloven hooves, are reached upward as if asking for a hug, the posture leant an almost mocking air by the rest of its appearance.\n\n... Yeah there's no denying it's the same plushie, you think as you slowly approach the bed, not quite daring to touch it. It's sitting <i>exactly</i> where you left the bear. And at this point believing in some elaborate hoax where somebody snuck in and switched the plush with this one they just happened to have in the half hour you were gone seems crazier than just believing in demonic possession.\n\n"... Well you're kinda cute, gotta admit," you allow. You wonder if that makes him pleased or more angry? (It doesn't seem to physically be a "him" any more than the bear was, but with its resemblance to the demon that cast it, you're just extrapolating.) "... Now what?" you say, as you sit down on the edge of the bed and just eye it.\n\nAfter a minute you glance around. Still no sign of any random misfortune. ... And you haven't pissed yourself again, which, bonus. You carefully reach out, extending a single finger, and give the plush a poke on one of its floppy goat ears. The ear shifts, as would be expected, and the plush tilts a little, but apparently rights itself, its sitting posture seeming steady enough to keep it upright. Well it didn't bite you, and it doesn't seem to be raining misfortunes on you, either, so maybe its nature has changed now that you've put it in the plushie? Because you don't believe for a second it's stopped being cursed, not looking like that.\n\nYou hesitate, then sigh and scoop it up in both hands, flopping back to lay on your bed and holding it above you to look up at it. "What am I gonna do with you?" you murmur. You seem to have nullified it... kind of... for the moment. If it restricts itself to more traditional "cursed doll" type behavior it should now be more creepy and disturbing than dangerous. But you can't know that.\n\n... Give it to someone else? The book said that you could... but also that they had to <i>accept</i> it from you, which you guess means no just dropping it in someone's shopping bag. (Unfortunately, that means that the people you know who you could most readily justify giving a cursed object to would also be the least likely to take it from you, which you can't help but think is deliberate on someone's part.) Hrm.\n\nOh wait. Could you sell it? That's a form of giving it to someone else and them accepting it from you. The book didn't make any mention of it making a difference <i>why</i> the object exchanged hands, just that you handed it over and the other person accepted it. And don't cursed objects get sold all the time in stories, and the curse follows right along? ... Well, most of the time, you're pretty sure. Again, you'd be inflicting the curse on a probably innocent person, but the way you see it, if you describe it entirely sincerely as a cursed object that carries unknown consequences, it's not <i>your</i> fault if they don't believe you! (... Yeah that's bullshit, no mentally healthy person would believe they were actually buying a cursed object online. But you could always work on making yourself believe it, and that'd probably be a lot easier once you ditched the fucking cursed plushie!)\n\nOr you guess you could just... well, put up with it. It seems much less actively dangerous now. If all it does is spook you a bit and make a nuisance of itself around the house, that's probably a lot easier to tolerate than it almost getting you run over (or choked to death). You can't recall, off the top of your head, any stories where a cursed doll actually killed anybody. (Should you research that maybe? ... No let's not. At least just now.) If all it does is move itself around when no one's looking and maybe occasionally break something, that seems like it would be far easier to stand than, y'know, death luck.\n\n<hr>\n[[Give it to someone.|GGMB]]\n\n[[Sell it to someone.|GGMB]]\n\n[[Keep it.|GGMB9x3]]

It might be a temporary measure, but if you could put the curse into something that you could leave behind for at least a few hours just to, y'know, eat and run basic errands as necessitated by life, that would at least give you time to consider what else to do.\n\nHm. ... Looks like a pretty simple spell, really, just a case of drawing two spell circles... one for yourself, one for the object you're going to put the curse into. ... Okay you should really not be doing this often enough to start having an opinion on which spell circles are how simple. But you have a general sense that you probably aren't done with the whole concept just yet. Meh.\n\nAs you head upstairs, you pause briefly as several times the stairs give ominous creaks under your feet... nothing actually happens, but it's a reminder that it could. Apparently you're on thin ice with the curse as to whether this counts as appeasing it or trying to thwart it. 'I'd think you'd love being a cursed object,' you think at it acerbically, before continuing on up... to no further creaking. Huh. Maybe it <i>would</i> like to be a cursed object after all. That should probably give you second thoughts, but you're still fairly desperate so you're not backing down now.\n\nYou glance around the room, thinking. What to put it into, though? You guess the obvious is a piece of jewelry... you have several bits that, well, would certainly look the part of becoming a cursed ring or amulet or whatever, if a tad on-the-nose. And, y'know... you could probably give one of those away, if it came to that.\n\n... Or maybe a plushie? You have several sitting out, and a few more tucked away... cursed dolls are kind of a thing. (You're not sure why you feel the need to make the curse in some way "accurate" to usual cursed items. ... But then, you guess logically, why wouldn't you? What else are you gonna do, put it in a pair of panties? ......... Okay you guess you <i>could</i> do that, just for the sake of making possibly the first cursed pair of panties ever.) Anyway a cursed plush is probably at least a bit better and more tolerable than one of those horrible baby dolls that already looked terrifying before it was ever touched by demon magic, right?\n\nThen you blink at a thought. Hey, you have an old smartphone laying around somewhere. It doesn't have a SIM card in it and one of the reasons you never bothered trying to trade it in was that the wireless didn't work on it, so hopefully the curse would still be contained, but... what if that way you could actually communicate with it? Like over text messages or something? Maybe that way you could bargain with it without needing to use the manifesting spell, and the risks that come with it. ... Hrm, but what if it somehow managed to get on the cell network or internet anyway? (Part of you suggests that one more demon on the internet couldn't possibly hurt, especially if this one went straight to a scam caller or something.)\n\nSo, what do?\n\n<hr>\n[[Make some cursed jewelry.|GGMB]]\n\n[[Make a cursed plushie.|GGMB9x2]]\n\n[[Create a cursed (more than typical) cell phone.|GGMB10x1]]\n\n[[...... Cursed panties.|GGMB]]

Maybe it's the idea of sitting in a room bored off your head for the next few years, or maybe it's because you're getting the chance for the wild space adventure you've always dreamed of, but closer to being on your own terms. But it doesn't take you long before you nod and say, "Yeah, what the hell. I'll join the crew, then."\n\n"Alright. But in that case, it's 'I'll join the crew, sir'," Lana replies, blue eyes twinkling a bit. "We're not <i>too</i> formal but I do like to keep a modicum of protocol going."\n\nYou grin and nod. "Alright. In that case, I'll join the crew, sir."\n\n"Great." She walks over and taps at the console, then says, "Loen."\n\n"<i>Yes sir?</i>"\n\n"Once we're in the black, turn things over and get Opal, Luna, Tori, and all of you wait in my briefing room, okay?"\n\n"<i>Oh! Yessir! Opal and the others just got back so we should be getting gone pretty soon, I'll be able to do that in about thirty!</i>"\n\n"Good, over and out." Lana... or, you guess, Captain Sykes... turns to you and makes a beckoning motion as she heads for the door. Glancing approvingly as you hop down and move without pain, she says, "Let's get you put in a room so you can get fully cleaned up and some decent clothes, no reason for you to meet everyone looking fresh from holding."\n\n"Thanks. So, those people you mentioned... and Loen too, I guess... they're the other Humans on the crew?" you ask as she leads you into an elevator of some sort.\n\n"Yeah. It's a pretty large ship with a decent-sized crew so I can't exactly introduce you to everyone. But besides the other Humans, you'll want to meet Cessy, Fiona, Taotao, Buun, and the twins, since they're sort of the core of the crew, but we'll get around to that."\n\nEventually Captain Sykes gestures you ahead of her to a doorway, and you step inside, then stare a bit. Whoa. Honestly you were sort of expecting 'sci-fi dorm room' but this is more like 'sci-fi apartment. There's a sunken, round conversation pit area with some sort of projecter in the center, a large bed off near one corner, what looks like a large aquarium, and what you think is some sort of exercise equipment kind of like a treadmill, but round. You stare briefly at it, then turn to look at Captain Sykes, who just grins.\n\n"Hey, benefit of being 'independent', a bit of familial nepotism is expected," she says with a wink as she comes in as well, before looking a bit more serious. "I know you're probably dead on your feet, but I'd like to get you introduced to the others before you crash, so grab a quick shower, a bite, and something to wear, and try not to take much more than half an hour about it, so set the clothes printing before you clean up." She turns and points at first one alcove in the wall, then the other. "Food printer for edibles and drinkables, fabricator for anything else. Pick out whatever clothes you want, there's not really a uniform code. And as you might have noticed, modesty isn't in huge supply around here," she adds dryly, giving the side of her own ass a few pats, making it jiggle in the formfitting glossy material. "So just whatever suits your style, though make sure to check the 'Uparmor' option. I'll be waiting outside in thirty," she adds, with a point upward at the digital clock above the printer and fabricator, before heading out.\n\n... Hokay. You walk over to the two, and decide to first grab something to eat. Your stomach feels hollow and a little queasy after everything, but it turns out that it has some sort of AI interface that you can tell how you're feeling and it will suggest options. Soon you're munching some crackers that quickly settle your stomach as you browse through the fabricator's menu. Not too modest, huh? ... Well why not. You select a vest-type skintight garment in black with cyan accents, one that will leave your bellybutton showing, a 'utility' belt and tight black booty shorts, thigh-high black boots with the same cyan accents, and a hooded black jacket with cyan lining that will come down to the bottom of your hips. There, decent mixture of showy and not <i>too</i> showy, you figure. You also, in a spurt of inspiration, look through and find a dye comb. Finishing off the crackers, you leave the fabricator running and head into the bathroom.\n\nIt's the same semi-luxurious sort of thing as the room... there's even a shower <i>and</i> a tub, both of which are surprisingly big. (Although you guess that makes sense, if a lot of these fixtures were originally for people Doc's size. Clearly a lot of the rest of the stuff... like the toilet... has been refitted for more standard-size humanoids, but why replace things like the shower and bath or bed when them being bigger works out?) You'd love to run a hot bath and soak away the rest of your aches, even if they're just psychological, but maybe later. Instead you get in the shower and give yourself a good scrubbing, and emerge already feeling... well, human again, instead of just Human.\n\nOnce you've dried off and padded naked out to the main room, already starting to feel more relaxed and at home, you check the fabricator and don your new outfit, then head back into the bathroom to comb the blue tips back into your still slightly damp hair. Satisfied that you not only look like yourself again but a badass space adventurer version of yourself, you check the time and then head out the door.\n\nCaptain Sykes is waiting for you, and nods in apparent approval of your look before beckoning you on. Another short lift ride, and she shows you down another corridor and into a room that does in fact look a lot like the briefing room on the Enterprise D, just with the window out to space in a different position, and the stars doing a weird little flickery jump going by instead of stretching into streaks. There's a small handful of other people lingering around, though all turn towards you as you and the captain come in. You're a little surprised... none of them look like they're older than maybe their early twenties. But then, considering how you got snagged... both the manner and the size the costume was... maybe that makes sense.\n\n"Alright, everyone, this is the new arrival, Cyan LaChance. Some of you probably saw her on the news broadcast, so you shouldn't be too surprised that I've offered her a position on the crew, and she's accepted," Sykes announces without preamble. "Right now we're assuming she'll be getting off the next time we make a venture to Earth."\n\n"Lots of things could change your mind before then, though," says a woman with pale white hair in a slightly disheveled fall about halfway down her neck, grinning a bit wickedly at you, pale blue eyes glittering. She's definitely the most provocatively attired one in the room... her top is kind of like yours, but scantier in front so that it leaves the sides of her breasts bared, and below that she's wearing a T-back thong style pair of bottoms, her thigh-high boots with high heels, as well as above-the-elbow fingerless black gloves.\n\n"Cyan, that's Tori, she's one of the crew that's in for the long haul," Sykes says with a slight clearing of the throat. "As is Opal here, who's our technology specialist," she continues, turning and gesturing to a woman who's... <i>almost</i> as scantily-dressed, wearing a one-piece that's cut somewhat like a competition swimsuit but also leaving the sides (and some of the top) of her breasts bare, although with more technical bits visible, and she's at least donned a jacket over hers, along with very techno-looking gloves and boots. Her shortish blonde hair has streaks of cyan in it, which immediately endears her to you even if she didn't already seem pretty interesting, though the metallic silver-colored eyes are kind of shocking.\n\n"Partly because I'm not <i>technically</i> human anymore," Opal says in a dry tone, resting a hand on one effectively bare hip and jutting a bit... and flicking a feline-looking tail about a bit, at which you try not to stare. "Legally in this part of space I've had enough of me replaced that I'm just classified as a 'Cyborg'... I'm guessing you can see how I might run into some problems if I went back to Earth to stay."\n\n"This is Luna, she's one of our fellow abductees looking to return," Sykes continues, gesturing to a woman with bluish hair cut at a similar length and style to Tori's, just more orderly, her solemn eyes a soft purple color. Like Sykes she's wearing a black and gray bodysuit, though hers is a bit more utilitarian-looking with some armor-looking pieces, the short-hemmed jacket a more technical style of white and grey, though it looks like it's had orange accents added to the shoulders. "Like us she got scooped up by a military org, and she's my second-in-command."\n\n"Cyan," Luna says in an even, formal tone, nodding once.\n\n"And this is Loen, who you'll have heard me talking to earlier," Sykes says, gesturing to the only guy in the room, a slender youth about your own age with cyan hair, pink eyes, and a rather flashy outfit of patterned black and grey shirt, multiple belts, snug pants and downturned-top boots, and a bright pink-lined and lopsided long hooded jacket with short sleeves. "Loen's not actually from Earth, he's a Human born in this area of the galaxy, but he wants to see the 'homeland' as it were and maybe decide if he wants to stay."\n\n"My great-great-grandfather was from Earth!" Loen declares in a highly cheerful tone, pink eyes sparkling. "He said when he left, they were fighting the last war ever! I can't wait to get back and see the peaceful and tyranny-free world they made!"\n\nYou stare at him for a moment, then lean aside to Sykes and murmur, "I'm gonna tell 'im."\n\nHer hand immediately comes up and clamps warningly on the back of your neck. "Don't you <i>dare</i>," she hisses back, before clearing her throat. "Loen's our chief pilot and course plotter. He'll be the one to figure out when we've got the money and sufficient resource reserves able to make the trip to Earth and back properly."\n\n"It probably won't be for a while yet, but hopefully if things go well, it'll be soon!" he says brightly.\n\n"Cyan, like Tori, for now you'll just be a sort of 'roamer' helping out wherever you can lend a hand," Sykes adds, Tori giving you that slightly wicked grin as if pleased that you've been grouped in with her. "I'll be cycling you through spending time with everyone, as well as the other core members of the crew, so you can pick up skills from them. For now though, I'm guessing you're pretty dead on your feet, so now that you've met the rest of the 'family', as it were, we'll let you get some rest. You can find your own way back to your quarters?" At your nod, Sykes nods back and then says, "Alright, everyone, back to work. We cut it short this last time so we need to cut all the time we can off this cargo run for the bonus, and then find another lucrative port."\n\nYou feel a little guilty that it sounds like you cost the crew some money, but no one seems to blame you, just giving acknowledgements on the way out. Only Tori lingers, still grinning as she throws an arm around your shoulders. "See, though, me personally, <i>I</i> think you'll discover you love life out here. Hopefully you'll decide to stay so that the captain puts off that silly trip back to Earth even longer, it's absolute dullsville."\n\nYou raise your eyebrows. "You really like it that much out here?"\n\n"I mean, not <i>everything</i> about it," Tori admits with a small shrug, before grinning wickedly again. "But, see, I'm totally addicted to alien cock."\n\n"... um..." you murmur, your train of thought well and truly derailed at that.\n\n"Well, alien pussy too I guess," she adds in a slightly philosophical tone, shrugging. "I mean alien pussy is <i>okay</i> but alien cock is really where it's at. I really don't think I could live without it at this point," she adds rather dreamily. Then she grins again and puts her other hand on your shoulder. "Hey, you wanna find out for yourself?"\n\n"Um."\n\n"I got a guy coming over to my quarters soon, he's got <i>two</i>," she notes, holding up two fingers in what you can't help but read as more of a victory sign than just a count, her grin only growing as your eyes widen. "I mean I miiiight be a little greedy and not want to share if it was just one, but hey, he's got two, there's two of us, whattya say to a little new crew bonding, huh?"\n\n<hr>\n[[... Pass.|GGSP1x4]]\n\n[[... Yeah sure why not.|GGSP]]

Have you gotten to the point where you're willing to commit your naked body in the throes of sex to the record forever for the masturbatory enjoyment of strangers in return for money?\n\n... Yes. Yes you have. \n\nSighing, you check out the listing. The studio is just called 'Independent Films', which you guess is a nice way to keep things under the radar. The listing says you can basically just walk in and apply, as long as you have proof of identity (and adulthood, which makes you feel a bit better). Deciding there's not much point in putting it off and that you'll hardly be the first down-on-their-luck individual to walk through the doors, you go ahead and drive over to the studio. It looks like it used to be a large warehouse of some sort, the kind that are sometimes renovated into offices or apartments. You guess it was just as easy to renovate it into a... pornarium, or whatever. Studio. Just studio. There's a simple door marked with 'Entrance' on the brick above and a very simple 'Independent Films' logo on the door itself. You stop outside of it and waffle for another couple of minutes before steeling your resolve and opening it to step inside.\n\nThe inner, well, lobby area you guess, is... almost disconcertingly normal. There's no giant posters of naked women, no huge phallic statues, no rows of disk cases declaring 'SUPER SLUT FUCKFEST 132!' In fact it's just a small area with a reception desk, some chairs, some very 'hotel room' style art on the walls and a fish tank. The least conformist thing in the lobby is the woman sitting behind the desk, who looks to be in her early twenties and has settled on 'anime girl' for her aesthetic, her long straight hair dyed a brilliant blue color and wearing contacts that have little pink hearts over the pupils of bright purple eyes. (Can she even see in those?) She's also wearing a very snug black T-shirt with the studio's logo on it, showing off full but perky C-cups.\n\n"Hello, how can I help you today?" she asks pleasantly and professionally enough.\n\n"Um, yes, I'm here about the... job listing," you say, admittedly without a ton of enthusiasm. "For, um... actors?"\n\n"Ahhh." From the rather sympathetic smile she gives you, you're <i>definitely</i> not the first hard luck case to come through. "Well I mean, we'd be happy to have you, if you want to do some scenes! We don't do contracts or anything like that, just flat rate payment per scene right after you're done for the day. So unless you want to be put on a call list for availability, you can basically come in, do a scene if one's available for you, and walk out with your pay when you're done, which a lot of people like!" she says cheerfully. But then she clears her throat and adds, "But we don't want anyone to do anything they're not really comfortable with. You know, we do have a few 'off-camera' positions available."\n\n"Oh?" you ask, perking up a bit.\n\n"Two right now... a 'general assistant' position and a janitor position. That one actually pays <i>really</i> well. Both can start immediately... um, but they're on a weekly salary thing, so you wouldn't get paid until the end of the week," the receptionist notes. She lifts her hands a bit in a shrug. "Sorry, that's just how it is, it's the performers that have all the freedom and, um, immediate satisfaction,' she adds with a bit of a snicker.\n\nOof. Right, so you're back to the question of walking out of here with cash after having fucked on camera, or getting a regular job (albeit at a porn studio) and having to wait for a paycheck. Plus janitor at a porn studio? ... Can't be a terribly glamorous job, but then she did say it paid really well too. The assistant thing probably doesn't pay as well but also probably doesn't involve quite as much contact with... well, substances.\n\n<hr>\n[[Be a performer.|CelPorn2x1]]\n\n[[Be a janitor.|CelPorn1x1]]\n\n[[Be an assistant.|CelPorn]]

*<b>Main:</b> Added a [[Lewd Smartphone|RanXDeb1x1]] to the debug items option of Eric's Ranma sim.\n*<b>Main:</b> After using SpinJob to turn Maya into a happy sex slave, Jamie can [[agree|QOSJ5x1]] they should get cleaned up.\n*<b>Main:</b> Eric can tell wimpified female Ranma he's going to fuck her [[pussy|RanPP8x1]].\n*<b>Main:</b> Decided to remove the "Advanced Programming Techniques" option from the Digitizer sim. I had a lot of ideas that were too grand for my abilities at the time, so it's left in a kind of weird spot. May revisit the idea at some point in the future, but for now it's out.\n*<b>Main:</b> It will be replaced by "[[Fate/Lewd Order|Digitizer10x2]]".\n*<b>Main:</b> Girl-form incuJamie can now do [[clothes shopping|QOFamInc1x3]] with Maya and Keva.\n*<b>Main:</b> Jamie can now do a brief pass-through play of Farmster Girl World to unlock other options for the Virtual Dimension Rig. <b>Note:</b> To get this to work, I had to remove a lot of the functions used for Farmster Girl World. Next build I'll probably be removing it from this game and any further updates will occur just on its own file. Seems like it just works better that way.\n*<b>Main:</b> When visiting Liam, Gwyn can [[sit and wait|GwynLiam1x3]] for him to return.\n*<b>Main:</b> Cyan can now [[wake up Fang|GGMonk5x4]] after staying over at Bellweather's.\n*<b>Main</b>: Blessed Buddy can decide to see just how far he can take things with [[Ayako and Laura|BudBless3x1]]\n*<b>Main:</b> Cyan can decide to purchase [[The Diablo|GGME2x1]] from Brightstar Electronics.\n*<b>Main:</b> More of Cyan and [[her uncle|GGUncle1x3]].\n*<b>Main:</b> Cyan can also [[just grab|GGMoto1x1]] the thing that's keeping the motorcycle from starting up.\n-Update 2-\n* <b>Main:</b> Eric can tell Rei he's good with [[whatever will make her happy|HLSenshi23x3]] after butt stuff.\n*<b>Main:</b> Austin can hang out on the [[first floor|AusJP2x1]] of the party at his Japanese university.\n* Actually started the Ranma lewd smartphone.\n-Update 3-\n*<b>Main:</b> Added two new items, the Training Suit and the Bot to the '[[Devices|RanDeb2x1]]' selection on no-item debug mode.\n*<b>Main:</b> Jamie can tell Gideon he's [[not curious|QOGid2x1]] about being with another guy.\n-Update 4-\n*<b>Main:</b> Cyan can [[dare|GGParent13x9]] when discussing "Little Daddy".\n*<b>Main:</b> Jamie can get home and found he bought [[a jewelry box|QOKevDT1x2]] while shopping with Kevin.\n-Update 5-\n*Continued with Jamie and the keys.

"Probably don't want to change me too much, the humans still need to be able to recognize me," you note.\n\n"True." Maril resumes her motion, unfastening something at her neck, then shrugging her robes off. You're not even sure how they were concealing the absolute mountain of white hair she has, let alone her figure, with long curvy legs, huge breasts, and wide hips. The jingling sound is revealed to be multiple necklaces all clipped with multiple charms and strands of beads, resting over her huge blue-black tits, at least one of the chains hung with its decorations going between the thick rings piercing her nipples. Even more charms and strands are attached around the beaded waistband of the scanty little red g-string she's wearing... its front bulging with the very obvious outline of a thick cock and balls. You also notice that her eyes are solid black, without any other color whatsoever.\n\n"This helps me concentrate," she says flatly, making you jerk slightly as you realize you were staring. "Now, do your best to relax and don't move around too much." She raises both hands, her forearms bearing a number of similarly jangly bracelets and her fingers covered in rings, and begins murmuring quietly.\n\nTrying to obey her instructions, you look up at the mirror above and try to keep your body relaxed. You feel a little startled when your skin begins to change color, but remind yourself that was sort of the point. It's like it gains color and goes pale at the same time, gradually over the passing minutes turning an even shade of gray, your nipples turning a much darker, almost black shade of gray, making the silver rings piercing them stand out even more. You watch the whites of your eyes fill in with black, the blue of them starting to glow as the inky color edges in around them. The changes to your body are more subtle, and you're only able to notice because, well, this process definitely has your undivided attention. The line of your jaw and your nose shifts slightly, becoming just slightly more slender and giving you a more aristocratic look, your already slim hips shifting their curve a little more as your waist thins just slightly... you can even feel your butt turning a little rounder and more pert against the comforter. Your just slightly pointed ears lengthen a bit more and angle backwards, becoming roughly half the length but closer to the same shape as Maril's and Alrid's. Your legs grow slightly longer and take on an even more feminine curvature, feet becoming slender and toes particularly delicate. As if in a finishing touch, a single streak of snowy white slides down your bangs amidst the blue color.\n\n"There," Maril says, a faint thread of satisfaction in her voice as she lowers her hands, then bends to collect her robe. Once she's re-donned it, she picks up your own discarded robes and passes a hand over them, the garments reshaping before your eyes before she sets them on the side of the bed. "Get dressed, then go to Alrid's room," she says simply before turning and gliding out.\n\nYou get up, taking a moment to look your newly gray-skinned self over, before turning back to the clothes and looking them over. For underwear you find a truly tiny pair of side-tie panties, barely enough to cover your pussy and a little of the front of your crotch, the ties settling high up on your hips once they're done. There's a pair of black stockings with the soles hardened somewhat like slippers, so you sit down and slide those on as well, noting that they make your now even more fantastic legs look even better. Well, you're killin' it in at least one way you muse as you straighten up. The only other things are a red tunic-like thing, basically just a long rectangle with a hole in the middle, and a black sash. Welp, no bra again. Shrugging, you pull on the tunic, which comes down to just below the bottom of your hips, and belt it on with the sash. It essentially leaves your hips bare, and even gives decent view of the sides of your breasts... and the sash hides the waistband of the panties, making it look like you're not wearing any. If this is Drow fashion, it's going to take some getting used to... although really, you feel oddly comfortable with it, not feeling too bothered as you walk out of the room and down the hall.\n\nAlrid's sitting in the comfortable chair near the side of the bed, apparently just finishing off his glass of darkport. He smirks some at the sight of you. "Well, hello properly this time, Cyan."\n\n"Hello, Father," you answer, then blink. You didn't even really think about calling him that, it just slipped out. You look at him in surprise as he chuckles.\n\n"Maril didn't just alter you physically. She's implanted memories, knowledge... after all, it would hardly do if our plan fell apart because you didn't react to me properly. If you're going to play the part of my daughter, best you <i>live</i> the part even in your own mind, yes?"\n\nYou stare at him, realizing as you do that it's true. Your mind just reacts to him on a base level as 'Father'... not even 'Dad', but with that slightly formal attachment. You still remember... your old dad, but it's like the connection to him has been superseded, like he's more of a kindly uncle or cousin or something. There's a strange mingling of annoyance and affection running through you as you grumble, "You could have at least warned me."\n\n"Consider it payback for breaking and entering. Now, come, let Father have a good look at you," he says, setting the empty glass down and beckoning lightly with both hands.\n\nYou walk over, still trying to process the feelings of love and attachment you feel towards him, and the very real-seeming false memories of growing up around him as his secret daughter that the thoughts bring up. He rests his hands casually on your waist, looking up and down, then pats you lightly. "A half-breed, certainly, but still one any Drow father might be proud of. There might be challenges if you do assume my title, but there's much to be done to mollify that before then. But ah, I suppose that depends on how you comport yourself," he adds thoughtfully. "So, Cyan, do tell me... what sort of daughter are you going to be?"\n\n<hr>\n[[A loyal one.|GGRogue]]\n\n[[A bratty one.|GGRogue]]\n\n[[Daddy's Girl.|GGRogue15x12]]

The other three move around to the other side of the light, taking blue gemstones out of their sleeves and scattering them on the ground, as if carelessly spreading vegetable seeds. The first, who's apparently in charge, continues to look at you, idly tweaking your nipples or reaching down to stroke his fingers into your pussy. As curling white wood begins to sprout from where the others cast the gemstones, he turns his head just a bit to call without looking away from you, "I think I rather like the look of this one. Make sure to place my sigil on one of the cocoons."\n\n"Certainly. Mind you if I claim the black-haired warrior woman?"\n\n"Feel free. Kuron, Eirohar, the two of you may also come and pick out which of the mortals would make the best new personal acquisition, once you've finished guiding the cocoons."\n\nThe sidhe man bends and then scoops you up, one arm under your knees and the other behind your back. You rest limp in his arms as he effortlessly carries you over, the white growths now having taken on large mostly-spherical shapes at top, like some sort of natural wicker chair. He waits for one of the others to finish carving something on it, then tucks you inside, curling your legs up against your chest and settling your arms around them. You sit contentedly as he steps back, and blue crystal begins growing into the hollow around you. It completely surrounds your body, covering every inch of you, from your arms and middle to fitting snugly and perfectly against your bared slit and asshole. Eventually the crystal forms a perfect egg shape situated in the midst of the wood.\n\nOver the next hundred years, your body and mind are slowly changed. Your mortal life, and indeed your very identity, are slowly washed away, leaving you clean and pure, blank for the lessons the magic crystal has to infuse into you. Images of gleaming, elegant cities seemingly carved whole from wood, the sounds of flowing and pure language that conveys more than any mortal tongue ever could, the feel of silk more perfect and soft than any human fabric could ever be. It doesn't bother with memory, only skill and purpose... you live to serve your Lord Erithon. You are his property, his to do with as he pleases, your only reason for existence to serve him and advance his purposes.\n\nEventually the crystal cracks like an egg, then flows away from you like water, leaving you to gasp softly at the sudden feel of cold forest air on your skin. You swing long, lean legs as pale and white as milk out of the white wood curvature supporting you, gently slipping your hand into the waiting sidhe lord's hand. You stand up, now tall and slender in the moonlight, moonlight falling on your large, heavy breasts and the exquisite silver of your long, straight hair, and the dainty points of your ears.\n\nAll around you others are climbing out of the former cocoons, either helped by sidhe men or, you note now, a few women, or sliding elegantly to their feet on their own. You notice one, now muscled as fluidly and strongly as a tiger, her long hair a darker silver and her eyes piercing, and something inside you distractedly notes that you once knew her as 'Coach Morrison'. But though the names of who these sidhe were when they were mortal remain, any attachment you had to either names or individuals is long destroyed.\n\n"You are well?" Lord Erithon asks evenly, tilting his head slightly.\n\n"Of course, my lord," you reply with calm good nature, bowing your head in proper subservience to him. "I live to serve you."\n\n<hr>\n[[Game Over.|CheerForest13xEnd]]

You begin to obey as if it were the most natural thing in the world. You undo the waistband of your skirt and allow it to drop, baring the snug red modesty bloomers worn beneath it. Then you bend forward and pull off your cheer jacket, revealing the plain white sports bra you usually wear, before you yank that off as well while still bent over, your breasts bobbling around a bit as the snug fabric is pulled over them. You straighten up and toss back your hair reflexively, before hooking your thumbs into both bloomers and panties and bending over again to push them down. While you're down there, you undo your sneakers and push off your socks. You straighten up and step forward from the little pile of clothing to stand with your arms at your sides again, your light tan skin completely bare, dark pink nipples stiff in the cold nighttime air, a modest delta of close-cropped blonde fuzz pointing directly at your revealed slit.\n\nWhile you don't look away from the light, during your undressing you can see that all of the other girls are doing the same thing. Coach Morrison sheds her plain grey and red track suit to reveal surprisingly feminine black lace bra and panties, which she drops to the ground with no more thought than she gave to the relatively shabby windbreaker material. All of your other friends are wriggling out of their jackets too, providing a sampling of the number of ways cheerleaders can get undressed, a few of them even turning to dazedly help the girl nearest them pull the jacket off before turning their attention back to the light.\n\n"A pathetic batch, really, as any bunch of mortals are," one of the sidhe says with a disappointed sigh, walking along the rough line the group has formed and looking various girls up and down as if sizing up a row of cattle at the stockyard.\n\n"Skin blemishes," the second says almost in disgust, his lips turned down in a scowl as he cups Pepper's chin and turns her unresisting head back and forth to look at her freckles.\n\n"This one cuts her hair as short as their <i>men</i> do," the third almost growls, reaching up to grab Coach Morrison's short hair and yank her head back roughly to bare her throat, the woman not so much as wincing as he does. His gaze turns downward, and he releases her hair to rub a finger over her defined abs. "And I would daresay is of greater fighting strength than most mortal men."\n\n"Aye, this one has the look of a warrior as well," the fourth says in a more musing tone as he examines Alisson, reaching around to grip and squeeze one of her taut buttocks. He slides his hand around, patting her hip as if checking their width, then cups her crotch. He's obviously sliding a finger into her, but she's just as obviously still too entranced by the light and the memory of the music to so much as moan. "A warrior rather likely to make more warriors, to my eye."\n\n"There is enough potential here to warrant it, I would say," the first finally says again, stopping in front of you and eyeing you musingly. He raises his hands, long, perfect fingers toying with your bare breasts, and though it feels better than it ever did touching them yourself, the moan you feel in your throat never even gets to the subaudible level. "And we've had few enough new sidhe women in many a year. Yes, very well, prepare the cocoons, we'll make breeders and warriors of the lot of them."\n\n<hr>\n[[Cocoons?! Okay, that's your limit, you've got to resist!|CheerForest]]\n\n[[As you say, my lord.|CheerForest13x3]]

"I definitely hear singing," Pepper says, pointing again.\n\nCassie cranes her head, then sighs. "The flute's stopped, I guess if it's there we couldn't find it easily anyway."\n\n"I hear the singing now too," you agree. "Let's go. It's really pretty," you add, smiling a bit at the professional-sounding notes and sweet cadence. "I'm guessing it's not a bunch of hillbillies."\n\nEveryone giggles at that, and heads into the forest towards the sound. At first everyone has to be careful, picking their way over fallen branches and rocks, watching every step they take. But soon there's a pure white glow ahead somewhere amongst the trees. As the glow gets brighter and the song gets clearer, you find yourself unable to take your eyes off of it, your feet guiding themselves on the path effortlessly. You can't stand to look away from it or stop listening to check if anyone else is having the same reaction, but from the general reduction of noise around you, you can guess that they are.\n\nThe song seems to wrap itself all around your brain, flowing through you, and by now you've forgotten why you started coming towards it other than purely to hear it better. Your group finally steps out of the trees and into the clearing where the light is shining. A group of tall, thin, achingly beautiful men are standing in a ring around some sort of white wooden pole about six feet high, the light hovering about a foot above it. The light reflects off the singers' pale skin and long, metallic silver hair, and shadows are cast by their elegantly pointed ears.\n\nSuddenly one of them stops, opening chillingly blue eyes and looking at you. The others stop almost immediately as well, lowering their hands from where they were raised to touch fingers with each other, instead tucking them into the wide sleeves of their long white robes. Though the song is silenced, you can still feel it inside you, holding you enraptured, silent and still as you stare at them.\n\n"It would seem we have accidentally snared some mortals with our song," one of them says with an achingly beautiful voice, smooth and rich and yet still carrying a hint of a sneer.\n\n"The allure of the sidhe is strong for the weak-minded," one of the others agrees, quirking a thin, delicate silver brow. "I thought no mortals came through these woods any longer, they are a place halfway between the mortal world and Neverafter."\n\n"The Way must have opened enough to allow them through. The moon and the mist, and so on." A third rolls his hand dismissively as he speaks, as if not really caring. "Still, they're here. And they're clearly quite well bespelled. May as well see what there is to be done with them."\n\n"Agreed," the fourth and final one says with a slight nod. Turning his pale eyes to you and the other girls, he adds imperiously, "Mortals, remove your garb."\n\n<hr>\n[[Yes, of course.|CheerForest13x2]]

"Well," you say slowly. "Why don't we keep up the pretense?"\n\n"... Go on," Alrid says, tilting his head slightly.\n\n"Look, Huron seemed to like me well enough, and now I've got an established relationship with him and the council," you explain, spreading your hands a bit. "It'd look better for you if you keep your 'daughter'... who's just done you a service... around. It makes you look more compassionate and more approachable to the humans, gives you a point to work off of. 'Accepting father' plays better than just 'aloof dignitary' up here, yeah? Plus a family man always looks better at social events, and gives you someone to send off to talk to the other dignitaries' children of a similar age. Y'know... an age where they're just old enough to listen and pay attention, but probably not old enough to properly mind their mouths," you add with a grin.\n\nAlrid's eyes narrow... then he purses his lips slightly, expression becoming thoughtful. He walks in a slow circle around you, obviously more appraising this time, before coming to a stop in front of you. "Well. You are cunning, quick-witted, and rather silver-tongued. Precisely what would be wished for in a Drow daughter, I suppose." He turns and saunters back towards the couch, pausing and sipping his drink, before turning again to face you. "Very well. You shall become my daughter. But on one condition."\n\n"Uh... alright." You weren't sure exactly what you were expecting, but the easy agreement to your 'adoption' wasn't necessarily it.\n\n"You told Huron that your skin color was altered at birth to hide that you were my get from other Drow, yes?" At your nod, Alrid smirks. "Well then, it is your lucky day, my child. As a reward for your quick thinking and excellent negotiating skills, I have decided to legitimize you... and to lift the magic making you appear to be half surface elf in the bargain."\n\nThat makes you blink. "You... want to make me a Drow?"\n\n"A half-Drow, yes. Your plan works, but will work better if you are more visibly my daughter, else there will forever be doubt in the minds of the humans. Your excuse gives us a perfect explanation for the change. You'll become Lady Cyan Alrid... and, should you prove yourself, I will make it official rather than just a tale we spin. You would stand to inherit my estate and title someday. Worth a bit of change in complexion, hm?"\n\nYou kind of have to agree with that. Besides, you've already come this far with suggesting it. After only a brief hesitation, you nod. "Alright then. I agree."\n\n"Good." Alrid looks to the side and raises his voice slightly. "Maril."\n\nA shape practically coalesces out of the shadows of the hallway... a red-robed figure, the hood pulled so far forward that only her lower face, lips painted flat white, is visible. Not much of her body is visible under her robes (as compared to yours), though there's a faint clinking noise as she practically glides over to the two of you. "Yes, Alrid," she acknowledges, her voice rather flat. \n\n"I assume you were listening in?" \n\n"Yes, Alrid."\n\n"And you know what to do?"\n\n"Yes, Alrid."\n\n"Good. Cyan, why don't you follow Maril upstairs. There was an empty room, we'll make it yours. She'll perform the transformative magic there."\n\nYou nod, trying not to betray your building nervousness as you follow the somewhat eerie Drow woman upstairs. She pauses by a doorway, so you take the hint and walk through... the interior is relatively richly appointed, albeit not as much as what you now know was Alrid's room. (Uh-oh... you're hoping that whatever servant cleaned up the downstairs also changed his sheets before going in.) "Remove the robes, lay down on the bed," Maril instructs in her flat tones, raising one hand to reveal white-pained nails as she gestures.\n\nNodding, you suppress any embarrassment and just pull off the robes and step out of the slippers, moving naked to lay on the bed. You're a little surprised at the sight of a mirror on the ceiling... wow, maybe this is usually the 'private room' when Alrid hosts parties. You watch as Maril glides to the side of it and moves her hands towards her own neck. Then she pauses. "Any... requests?" she asks slowly.\n\nYou blink. "Requests?"\n\n"I'll be changing your body. I could do more than alter your skin. If you liked. No reason not to."\n\nOh. You hadn't considered that you could make a custom order.\n\n<hr>\n[[Just the basic change.|GGRogue15x11]]\n\n[[Have her sexy you up.|GGRogue]]

"... Hey, is this what I think it is?" you ask, pointing at the last item on the list.\n\n"Yeah, I need someone to help out around here with various stuff. The pay sucks, the hours suck, and I'll probably have you doing a lot of my crap work, but the benefits package is great, the hours aren't awful usually, and hey, no dress code," she adds, spreading her arms and grinning. "Just so long as you don't get too ridiculous. And you think you can put up with me."\n\nMaybe it's the hours, or the benefits package, or that you'd just rather work with the only person that it feels like has been actually nice to you since this whole ordeal started, but you manage a bit of a smile as you proffer the page back, "I'll do it, then. I mean, if that's okay."\n\n"I wouldn't have put it on there if it wasn't. Looking forward to working with you," she adds, leaning over the desk and proffering her hand. You shake it after only a brief hesitation due to that natural prey response, before she stands up and moves to lift a brown leather jacket off of a peg on the wall. "Well, c'mon then."\n\n"Where are we going?" you ask, standing up as well.\n\n"First we'll stop by a cheap clothing store. Most places you work would hand you a uniform or whatever, but we don't have that here... but my other assignees will get nervous at you going around in prisoner togs, so we'll get you a few pieces of streetwear. I'll bill it to the office, fuck 'em if they call me on it."\n\nYou follow Jhaz back out onto the streets, and despite the fact that you're still having a hard time getting over your innate response to her appearance, you have to admit you feel safer going around the strange streets with a shark at your side. She leads the way towards what seems like virtually every Wal-Mart you've ever been in, just with alien text on the sign... otherwise it's weirdly indistinguishable, if you don't look too closely at the produce section or the movie boxes. Jhaz urges you to pick out some simple, plain stuff, so you go with your usual... a couple of pairs of black jeans, some t-shirts (Jhaz suggests long-sleeved, apparently it's getting towards winter here), and a pair of cheap sneakers. You emerge wearing a black shirt with a blue band across the shoulders, which you couldn't help but pick out since you're stuck in sci-fi land, and Jhaz shows you to your shoebox of an apartment to set your bags down. But then she urges you back out, and towards a building a few over. "Where's this?"\n\n"Going to check on one of my other assignees. He's in on substance abuse related charges and despite treatment he's just not kicking it. So whenever I'm in the neighborhood I stop in and take a glance around his place, just to make sure he hasn't backslid completely."\n\nWheee you're going along to do a room check on a junkie. Well, that's probably not an enlightened way to think of it, so you just keep it to yourself as you follow Jhaz up a nearly identical set of stairs to the ones in your building, and knock on a nearly identical door. After a moment the door opens to a fairly normal-looking guy, except for him being slate white with a nose like a lobster's tail and ink-black eyes. "Hey ma'am," he says in a tired voice.\n\n"Hey Mekarl. Sounds like you know why I'm here, so why don't we just get through this as quickly and efficiently as possible?"\n\nHe sighs and steps back, making a halfhearted 'come in' gesture. The apartment is so much like your own, albeit more run-down and cluttered, that they have to have been built from the exact same blueprints. "Who's this?" he asks, eyeing you suspiciously.\n\n"New girl," Jhaz answers shortly, apparently not feeling the need to introduce you any further than that. She lifts the mattress to glance under it, leans down to flick her eyes back and forth under the bed, steps into the bathroom to check the cabinets. It's obvious she's done this so many times that she's fallen into the habit of just checking the suggested places. You glance around more out of lack of anything better to do, when you notice something in the small kitchenette area. Most of the stuff there is obviously secondhand and barely used, but the one new-looking piece is a metal cylinder with a screw-off top... the sort that, even on an alien world, is recognizable as the kind billed as an 'Airtight Herb Storage' container.\n\n<hr>\n[[Check it out.|GGOri7x2]]\n\n[[Keep it to yourself.|GGOri]]

"This one looks pretty cool," you assert, pointing at the massive bird with its somewhat blocky wings spread. "Let's set up here."\n\nFor the rest of the evening it's mostly normal camp activities... setting up the tent, making a little area nearby for cooking and relaxing, making some boil-in-the-bag meals, and chatting about how nice the weather is. Though as you climb into the tent that night, you could swear you hear a distant rumbling, despite the sky having been completely clear all night.\n\nIt's pitch black when you open your eyes. You instantly know that you're dreaming, although despite this you don't seem to have any control over your body as you rise from your sleeping bag and slip out of the tent, walking across the ground on bare feet. 'I thought you were supposed to be in control during a lucid dream,' you muse calmly to yourself, feeling the cool night are on your naked skin, brushing gently over your body like an invisible lover's caress. It seems natural that you were naked when you got up and walked out of the tent, even though you were wearing sweats when you went in... everything still has that sort of disconnected, natural feeling that a dream has, even though you know you're dreaming.\n\nYou make your way through the forest, knowing exactly where you're going despite not having any idea. Though you can feel twigs crack, dried pine needles rustle, and stones press to the bottoms of your bare feet, none of it hurts. You emerge from the treeline and begin making your way up a bald hill, towards the enormous bird of prey awaiting you at the top. It's both real and not real seeming, its curves and angles marking it more as something carved of stone, but every inch of it is flesh and blood and feathers. You come to a stop before it and spread your arms, submitting yourself for its appraisal. It slowly lowers its head, massive scythe of a beak moving this way and that around your naked body, any little flick of its neck it might care to make capable of slicing you in half. Despite this you feel no fear, and that doesn't change even as the bird reaches forward, wrapping one massive foot around you before launching itself into the air.\n\nYou're completely surrounded by the smooth-armored toes of the creature, warm and gently moving with its flight, and you have the feeling that this must be what it's like to be inside an egg that's inside the great beast now carrying you. Indeed, when the movement stops, the darkness around you seems to just crack and fall away rather than being uncurled, and you find yourself standing on a perfectly flat mountaintop, the entire world and yet nothing but darkness spread out around you. Directly in front of you is the only light, a simple campfire flickering above the engraved wooden blocks fueling it. Across from the campfire is a teenage girl, clad in nothing but a few thin leather strips around her upper arms and thighs, most of them dangling feathers or strings of beads or even small animal skulls, a band of white fur around her head, and paint here and there on her body, including a bright crimson thunderbird across her breasts. An old rifle is leaned up against a rock next to her, and she continues to grind a short, blunt length of wood into a stone bowl as you approach and sit down across from her, realizing as you do that she looks exactly like you.\n\n"Where am I?" you ask after a moment, since you don't seem to know what to do anymore.\n\n"Right where you were, nowhere at all, and everywhere at once," the girl who looks like you answers, raising her eyebrows, then giving you a small, knowing smile. "It's a dream after all, isn't it?"\n\n"Is it?" you ask, frowning.\n\n"It is. And it's more. You've come to me across distance and time while staying right where you are because as you are now, you are empty. You have no name, and instead you wear mine, for I am the Red Tail. When I showed my age I went to the calling site and slept upon the thunderbird stone. The thunderbird who came to show me to my ancestors was as red as a ripe berry and had a tail as bright and long as that of a star falling to earth, a thing that had never been seen... my father knew when I told him that it was the thunderbird itself who was my name, that I was destined to dwell in the dream when I was gone. And here I am."\n\nYou turn all that over for a bit. "So it's not just that I slept on the stone... I was drawn to you specifically because you're my... ancestor, and because I'm Samantha Redtail?"\n\nRed Tail smiles again, though there's something wolfish, part angry and part sad to the set of her mouth and eyes. "When our ancestors came to this land, we brought many things with us. The people we found here had no gods, they worshiped the sky and the stars, the river and the waters, but they put no gods in any of these things. Others who arrived with us had gods, but they were trapped in bones, in the land, in the trees, or they had gods that did not listen to them, that did not come when they were called, some that even tormented them without cause. The Deviloka, our gods were in the animals, in the ground, in the air, and we spoke to them as easily as each other, as equals. Gods that were not ours but that we had truck with would descend from the sky on gleaming ships made of things we had no words for yet, to parlay with us and do our bidding if we paid their price. Too we could speak to old things, old things from before any of us. With our gods and our weapons of flint and our fellow landwalkers we slew the godless savages we found and made this land ours. We found a sort of balance with the others... the Deviloka were few in number, unable to hold more than a bit of land as ours and ours alone, but we had our gods and the things we spoke to that obeyed us, so the other tribes knew that more than the occasional short fight was folly, that to harass the Deviloka was to find fates worse than death in battle. We lived and we thrived here.\n\n"And history turned, and the sun rose into the same position, and those from far away came, at first a few bearing nothing more than their own gods, their own spirits, their own magic and dreams. But then as we had done they came in numbers, bearing weapons for which we at first had no names, making their new alliances and bit by bit, they took the land we had taken so long ago. With them they brought many new demons, demons that laughed at the offerings we had made to our own and mocked us if we tried to have truck with them, forcing us to learn new ways of alliance, a thing we had not had to do in thousands of years. And as we learned, the new conquerers pushed in, cut off the old ways, and showed the power of the demons they had created themselves." Her mouth twists in a wry smile. "Government. Bureaucracy. Demons that would not answer us or be moved no matter what the offering was. And so when I arrived where they said my home would be, far from the spirits I had built power with and already traded many things to for their names and bonds, they asked my names, and just like that, my children also became 'Red Tail'. They had already had their own names, but for some time now the rest of my line has been given nothing but mine." She shrugs her shoulders. "Still, maybe they were on to something. You are here, before me, our words carry to each other more strongly than any who has come to speak to me from the world of flesh before."\n\nYou sit absorbing all of that for awhile... you're not sure how long, minutes, decades, eons. Finally, though, you're forced to ask the question you have no answer for. "So what does it all mean for me?"\n\n"You are empty, and this means that there will always be something missing in your life. Had you walked another path, many other things may have tried to find their way to fill that emptiness inside you, taken advantage of it to seize your spark. But now you have entered the Dream, been carried by the thunderbird, your choice is now your own. If you turn back and return to waking with nothing more said or done, your life will be your own... an ordinary, quiet life, which will leave no mark or change on the world. The last of the power and glory of our people will fade from your blood, and you will be a being of flesh only, to live and die as one of billions."\n\nYou can't help but feel a little delicate shudder down your back at some vaguely existential horror at the idea. "What's my other option?"\n\n"To walk the Dream. To go forth into the wilds of all the thoughts of the people, and there find the one whose name you will take. Have a care," Red Tail continues as you glance out into the darkness beyond. "Had you been raised to our ways, you would have been subtly prepared all your life to walk the Dream. You, though, have never known the wild out or in, you have never experienced excitement beyond mortal measure, or spoken to the land. You will be alone and untrained as you walk in what is perhaps the most wild and grasping place in existence. But what you find there none can take from you, if you are strong enough and smart enough and wise enough to seek it out."\n\nYou look from the fire to the darkness and back again several times. "... No third option, I guess?" you ask quietly, giving Red Tail a wan smile.\n\nShe's silent for a few ages of the world, before saying, "Yes, there is a third." At your slight start, she stares at you, and you realize her eyes are black... not just dark, but black. "You could give your existence to me."\n\n"... I don't understand," you whisper, leaning back a bit.\n\n"You do. You just don't want to. You are empty, but you bear my name... I could fill you. Become you. Accept your future. Arise as you in the waking world, and use my knowledge to in some small way return what was lost to the mortal lands."\n\n"Yeah," you murmur, staring at her now. "And what would happen to me?"\n\n"Part of you would always be there, in me. Your memories, your experiences. 'Samantha Redtail' would continue to be in the world, to speak and be heard, acknowledged as such. But it would be Red Tail's destiny, Red Tail's wisdom, Red Tail's choices you would make." She hesitates, only briefly, before adding, "You would become just a part of me."\n\n"... And if I did that... made that sacrifice..." You pause, but Red Tail nods, apparently agreeing with the word. "You'd try to bring the Deviloka back?"\n\n"I would. But don't let it weigh too heavily on you," Red Tail continues, shrugging easily. "Regrets and longing are the place of the living, and those who are now dead are beyond them. We did not live for the sake of those who were dead, despite acknowledging and respecting them, and you are under no such burden. Some of what is dead was always meant to be dead, and it may be that our time in this world was at an end and that is why we are gone. Or it may be that it is time for us to rise anew. But it is your choice to make, nameless child of my blood... though our people might have shared bonds of blood, love, or honor, each Deviloka still lived for themselves before all others, and that is what you should do. If you would accept giving me your destiny, let it be of a desire from your own heart, not the weight on your shoulders."\n\n<hr>\n[[Wake up.|Dream]]\n\n[[Walk the Dream.|Dream1x1]]\n\n[[Let Red Tail have your existence.|Dream]]

The moment you start towards the kitchen area you notice Mekarl get a little more tense, but he does his best to hide it. It's not until you actually pick up the cylinder that he becomes visible nervous. "Hey, uh, don't... don't spill my caffer!"\n\n"When since do you actually <i>make</i> your caffer, Mekarl?" Jhaz asks with a frown as she emerges from the bathroom. She glances at you and gives a nod, prompting you to unscrew the lid. The moment it's opening something sort of like... you could only describe it as cinnamon if cinnamon were a stench instead of a scent... comes out. Jhaz's muzzle wrinkles, indicating she can smell it strongly even from where she is. "Oh, Mekarl, hitdust? Seriously?"\n\n"It... it's what the guy had," the white-skinned man murmurs petulantly, rubbing his upper arm.\n\nJhaz sighs and moves over to take hold of his other upper arm, though it looks like it's still relatively gently. "Well we'll talk about 'the guy' later. For now, it's back to the clinic again, c'mon."\n\nA bit later, as the two of you are leaving the little several-story complex where you took Mekarl, you look over at Jhaz. "So what'll happen to him now?"\n\n"He'll go through dryout treatment, again, and they'll probably up his counseling sessions. He'll start his sentence over, maybe with a bit added on if he won't give up his dealer." Jhaz shrugs. "Mekarl's not a big-time offender, his sentence is short and mostly there for his own good... if he can stay off the junk for two years he'll be a free man with a sealed record."\n\n"How long's he been here trying to serve that two year sentence?" you ask after a moment.\n\n"Going on seven years." She stops at the crossing as she waits for the light, sighing heavily and running a hand through her glowing hair. "I mean I'm no therapist, I just give advice, but far as I can tell his problem is he won't take responsibility. It's always someone else's fault. My fault for stressing him, therapist's fault for not helping enough, dealer's fault for having stuff to give him. Since he won't even admit he's the one who wants the hit, he can't get past wanting the hit."\n\n"... Must be rough," you say quietly after a moment. "For you, too."\n\n"It's rough, yeah. But I won't give up on 'im. You wanna make it easier on me, just don't be a pain in the butt." She grins and reaches out to ruffle your hair, not seeming bothered at your slightly reflexive duck away from her. "Though you did good today, kid. Obviously I'm getting a little worn in, so keep keeping me on my toes, yeah? Anyway, you can probably knock off and head home, you've had a long day already," she adds, though from her voice she's the one who's a bit tired, glowing green eyes with a bit of a far-off look in them as she turns them back to the crosswalk.\n\n<hr>\n[[Agree.|GGOri]]\n\n[[Don't leave her by herself.|GGOri]]

You do occasional glances left and right as you run towards the ship, soon able to pick out the lowered boarding ramp at the back of it. As you arrive at the ramp you look up and into the ship, trying to spot any possible boarders, then wheel around and back up it, watching for anything suspicious until the ramp raises behind you. Glancing over your shoulder, you call, "Take us to a safe distance!"\n\n"Understood," the cool female voice replies, a faint vibration suffusing the deck beneath your feet as the ship apparently begins to move. You take a moment to look around what seems to be some sort of storage or prep area. It has several metal crates in it, and along one wall is a glass(?)-fronted nook, lit from within and containing something blue and chrome. Walking over, you look at the well-lit interior and its contents, a suit of armor that looks like Tony Stark tricked out a suit of medieval full plate. The helmet is roughly bell-shaped with a backswept top, 'rabbit ear' sensors on the side, and a T-shaped visor in front. The torso has the barest, tiniest hint of feminine curvature to it, as do the hips and legs. The right arm has a raised part on the back of it, a trio of purple gems set in the front, apparently as some sort of weapon.\n\nShaking your head, you turn and head down the hall, making your way towards what you assume is the bridge, a largely open and mostly semicircular area, at the center of which is a single chair surrounded by somewhat distant consoles. Out the front viewports, you watch a strangely uniformly-colored planet cracking and falling apart, taking in the sight with a bit of awe as you settle into the chair.\n\n"Confirmed planetary destruction," the female voice chimes, a series of lights on the panels and edging the room blinking icy white with the words. "Mindflayer infestation terminated. Job registered and transmitted in database."\n\n"Okay, cool." You turn the chair a little, glancing up towards one of the blinking bits. "Alright, this may seem like an odd question, but... who are you?"\n\n"I am JADIS, your personal artificial assistant," the voice answers. "My name stands for 'Journey And Device Intelligence Secretary'. I am programmed to assist you on your missions and in all other ways possible."\n\n"Uh-huh. So if I told you something weird or seemingly impossible, you'd believe it anyway and not think I'm crazy?"\n\n"Correct," JADIS replies. "I am programmed only to assist you and offer practical advice, not to make value judgments about anything you tell me. If you tell me that something is the truth, I am obliged to believe you over any other factors of probability or lack thereof, and am only able to argue on established fact."\n\n"Okay then." You nod slowly. "Up until about ten minutes ago I was just a teenage girl on Earth. I'd never been into space or fought any aliens. I picked up a book at the library-" Damn, you dropped it back on that planet, you'll have to pay for it because the planet exploded. ... Wait, no. "-and suddenly found myself here. I don't really know anything about this place or what I'm doing here, so I need your help."\n\n"I see." JADIS is quiet for a few moments, before answering, "I can find no objective facts that state that what you are saying happened is impossible. There are in fact several magitech theories as to how something similar could happen. My advice in this situation would be to not tell anyone else of this, as the typical social reaction would be that you had 'gone mad'."\n\n"That seems like good advice," you agree a little wryly.\n\n"Thank you."\n\n"So tell me a little bit about, ah, me."\n\n"You are Cyan Ihde, a registered bounty hunter with the IIA, or Intergalactic Interspecies Alliance. This means that while you are not technically under their command, you operate at their discretion. You were raised by Silver Star Elves, who used alchemy and spellwork as you grew to imbue you with greater speed, strength, and certain innate magical abilities to allow you to fit in with their society. Shortly before you reached adulthood, their planet was attacked by a group known as the Reaping Ones. You were the only known survivor, and that planet was the last colony of any Silver Star Elves in the known universe. In the course of your profession you have decimated the Reaping Ones and their leader several times, but they always regroup. You are known for being extremely reliable to call upon to deal with infestations of Mindflayers, as you just did so even without the aid of your unique Silverstar Armor."\n\n"Huh. Okay, thanks, JADIS." You spend a few moments digesting all of that, then shrug. "So what now?"\n\n"My advice to you would be to retire," JADIS answers immediately. "I have previously made this suggestion a number of times, as your likelihood for death or dismemberment increases with every mission, sometimes significantly. You have long ago passed the amount of currency necessary to live a life of extreme ease and comfort almost anywhere of your choosing, and I have several potential options laid out for you that I could put into effect within minutes. With the payment from this job and the sale of various assets you would no longer need, even with keeping the Belladonna, myself, and the Silverstar Suit you would have more money than you are likely capable of spending in one lifetime, certainly if I turned my attentions to managing your wealth instead of keeping you alive."\n\n"Huh." You quirk your eyebrows. "If that's so, why haven't I done it before?"\n\n"'Too boring' is the most concise summary of your explanations," JADIS says, a faint note of annoyance in the otherwise cold voice.\n\nYou can't help but grin. Yeah, that definitely sounds like you. Even with being plunged into danger, you're having a hard time convincing yourself that the safest and smartest thing to do, assuming you can't get back to Earth, would be to settle down somewhere and live a life of ease. Still, can you keep up with this dangerous lifestyle...?\n\n<hr>\n[[Retire.|GGMS]]\n\n[[Adventure.|GGMS2x2]]

Eh, why not, you should at least take a look inside this place once since you've been passing it by with mild curiosity for years now. You stroll on over towards the store, transitioning gradually from the mall's Classic Mild Inoffensive Rock to pop-rock female vocals that... well, you're not sure if "lesbian aesthetic" is an actual music genre but you're not quite sure how else to describe it. The clothes on the racks are pretty much about what you'd expected from the posters... lots of distressed jeans and faux-cutoffs, fitted T's with perfect places for wrinkles, and to your complete lack of surprise there's a section of flannel shirts even in the middle of summer. You almost feel bad for the bit of a stereotype you had in your head being so accurate.\n\n"Hi! Welcome to The Shed!"\n\nYou refocus, turning towards the obvious employee who's stepped over to greet you. She looks like she might be a few years older than you, lightly fit and with golden brown skin, dark hair pulled back into a ponytail. The staff here are obviously encouraged to dress from the store, since she's wearing a snug pink tank with broad shoulder straps, a blue flannel shirt tied around her waist, and snug, tight cutoffs, and workboots. You have to admit she's got an impressive blend of feminine and masculine going on... you'd almost be envious of her obvious ability to switch between 'butch' and 'femme' if you were more concerned about that sort of thing.\n\n"Looking for anything today?" she asks cheerfully.\n\n"Just taking a look around," you answer, glancing away at some of the racks in demonstration.\n\n"If I can help you with anything, let me know! Ah, since it seems like your first time in here, let me just mention a few things. We have a wide assortment of [[novelty T-shirts|GGGF2x1]], since that seems like something you'd be into," she adds, grinning and giving you a rather dashing wink that you have to admit makes you blush just a tiny bit. "If you're interested in a bit more of a makeover, [[I can help you pick out some clothes|GGGF]], or we also have an actual [[makeover|GGGF]] station where I can do your makeup. Oh yeah, since it's summer, we actually have a twenty dollar '[[Summer Girlfriend Special|GGGF1x1]]' going on, it's a ton of value for the money," she adds.\n\nHuh, you somehow didn't expect someone to just out-and-out say "girlfriend" like that, you sort of figured that was one of those things that was supposed to be Super Implied But Not Stated. But you're in now and it feels a bit rude to just leave... ... especially since you don't want her to think it was that last thing that drove you out since it's not. You suppose you should stay and look around, or maybe at least listen to her advice on how to dress. (It's not like you really dislike the look, after all.)

You come to a stop and stare, realizing that you're standing less than ten feet away from another Human.\n\nShe has dark hair streaked here and there with bright orange-red, pulled up into a high, slightly fluffy ponytail, but you're pretty sure that's dye since there's not a single other not-human thing about you. Peachy-colored smooth skin, round ears, not so much as a bumpy nose ridge. Her body looks human normal too, which is relatively easy to tell since she's wearing a gray and black skintight bodysuit with accents of white and orange, under a green hooded jacket with orange lining. It takes a few moments of you staring in shock at her before you realize she's staring back at you with a very similar expression in her own, darker blue eyes.\n\nThen she's marching towards you and taking you by the upper arm, urging you along. "You need to get aboard now," she murmurs in an urgent tone and some faint hint of a Californian accent.\n\n"Wha-"\n\n"No you need to get aboard <i>now</i>," she almost snaps, not stopping in propelling you along with her. \n\nYou're still a bit too shocked at finally encountering another Human to protest, even though being hurried along like this is sending fresh jolts of pain through your feet and legs. But she doesn't stop, bringing you along to the dock of a relatively large-looking ship that's actually painted in some sort of black and gray camo pattern, trotting up the boarding ramp and into what looks like an airlock, albeit a fairly roomy one. She just almost shoves you off to the side and then turns to jab at a wall panel.\n\n"Loen, is everyone back aboard?"\n\n"<i>Opal is still out looking for that chain processor, Captain,</i>" a light voice replies.\n\n"Goddammit I commed her and told her to get back four fucking hours ago," the woman replies in a growl, before raising her voice. "You send Cessy and Fiona out there to find her and bring her back <i>now</i>, I don't care if she's got the processor or if they have to physically carry her back. And I want us ready to be in the black soonest they're on board, copy?"\n\n"<i>Yessir!</i>"\n\nThe woman jabs another button, then turns back to you. Her expression softens as she sees you leaned against the wall, rubbing your legs with your face scrunched up in pain. "... Hey, sorry," she murmurs, stepping forward and resting a much gentler hand on your shoulder. "You were all over the news and I figured it was just a matter of time before someone recognized you."\n\n"I kinda thought that might be the case," you mutter as you slowly straighten up. "But no one really seemed to notice me on my way here."\n\n"No one who'd been out on the street had likely been in a bar long enough for the story rerun," she snorts. "But a lot of people out on the docks now would have been in bars most of the day and definitely seen it. You got lucky." She looks at you for a second more before offering her hand. "Lana Sykes."\n\n"Cyan LaChance. Though I guess you probably heard already," you say ruefully as you take the hand and shake it.\n\nShe gives something that's a little more than a snort and a little less than a laugh. "Yeah. I think they're right, girl, you might be crazy. But a Human has to be to survive out here. Here, let's get you to the medbay," she adds, stepping closer and sliding an arm around you to heft you up a bit so most of your weight is on her, her dogtags jingling as she does.\n\n"So let me guess," she says as she leads you through the (surprisingly tall, despite not being that much wider) corridors. "The Space Rangers have some sort of recruitment program that you got snapped up by and were informed you technically agreed to a contract signing on with them."\n\n"Y-yeah," you admit, feeling a little lightheaded, either from the long day or her grasping it so quickly. "Is that how you wound up here too?"\n\n"Sort of. It wasn't the Space Rangers, it was a private military company called the Toldan Claws. Virtually every big outfit in this sector of space eventually gets the idea to seed little 'recruitment traps' amongst the unaligned and uncontacted worlds, the further away from their own space the better," Lana says dryly. "The government orgs and those with oversight usually eventually get pressured to stop when too much attention comes to the program. The independents, not so much. They especially don't want to stop if it snags them Humans."\n\nThat makes you blink. "What, are we that in demand?"\n\n"Apparently we're pretty desirable, yeah," Lana says with a sigh as she turns and guides you into an area that does indeed look like some sci-fi show's equivalent of a sickbay, just more 'Stargate SG-1 F-303' sickbay than 'Federation starship' sickbay, with a slightly more utilitarian, vaguely militaristic appearance. She continues to explain as she helps you hop up to sit on one of the medical tables. "Apparently besides being one of the more adaptable races, we're also <i>compatible</i> with practically every technology out there. Have you maybe noticed how everything seems like it's in English and you can understand everybody?"\n\nYou blink. "Uh... yeah, pretty much."\n\n"You probably put on a helmet or something when you got snagged, right?" At your nod, she adds, "Knowledge download. You probably didn't even notice, though usually that sort of thing comes with a headache and temporary nausea in most other races. We just take to it like," she explains, snapping her fingers. Then she shrugs and adds, "Apparently we're also just absolutely dead average as far as appearance of other races go, like literally the complete neutral ground. We don't have all the other <i>unique</i> markers other species might find attractive in their own kind, like say horns or scales, but we also don't have the bits that those same races might find a turnoff, like tails or multiple eyes. Which means 'dead average' loops right back around to 'super hot' if you're looking for something exotic or just haven't seen your own race in a while," she concludes, waggling her eyebrows.\n\nWhile you're still processing this logical explanation for why Humans are apparently the super hot alien chicks, there's a loud thumping, and you stare at the form that emerges from what seems to be the nearby office. He's... huge. He looks like an upright dinosaur, one of the long-necked herbivores, with a squarish blunt-muzzled head lifted high, possibly explaining the tall ceilings. He's wearing a bodysuit similar to Lana's, with the same hex-pattern on the front and style of stripes and symbols on the sides, though the markings on his are a kind of teal color rather than orange, and he's wearing a lab coat over his rather than a hooded jacket. You try not to stare, either at seeing a dinosaur-man, or at the hefty bulge the bodysuit has at the crotch.\n\n"Cyan, this is Doctor Docusi. 'Doc' for more than the usual reason," Lana says dryly as she steps away, letting the saurian alien step forward.\n\n"Hello there," Doc says in a deep, resonating, but pleasantly-toned voice. "Hm... at a glance, some problems with the legs? If you'd lay back, I'll take a look." He steps aside as you do your best to act casual and lay back on the bed, starting to work a touchscreen panel with large buttons suited to his broad, blunt fingers. "May I assume Cyan will be joining the crew, Captain?"\n\n"We haven't brought it up, but she'll be on board for a little bit either way, so go ahead and give her a full scan and checkup," Lana says as she steps back up to the side of the bed and rubs your shoulder comfortingly.\n\nYou blink up at her, still a bit shocked at all this. "... So wait, you have other Humans on the crew?" you ask, trying to ignore it as the surface of the table glows beneath you and then begins pulsing back and forth like a xerox machine making a photocopy of your ass (as well as the rest of you).\n\n"A couple, yeah. Picked up here and there, mostly. Some waiting on us being able to make the trip back to Earth, some just sticking together out here." At your curious look, she shrugs. "I made the trip back, not too long after I originally took command of this ship. Found there wasn't really anything left for me there, so came back out, just in a different direction to avoid getting caught by any less-than-happy former associates."\n\nYou can't help but snort a bit yourself, flicking a glance towards Doc's back before looking at her. "So can I assume you didn't come by this ship through 'legitimate' means?"\n\n"Something like that. The <i>Alcatraz</i>... that's what I renamed it, little on-the-nose but eh... used to be a prison ship, and a lot of the crew I've got now started out as prisoners on it. At one point they brought in two other Humans as prisoners, and I took it as a sign. Doc here's one of the only original crewmembers that joined my mutiny," she notes, nodding at the big saurian. "Which is lucky because I'm not sure how we'd get along without him."\n\n"Hm-hm-hm, you say that about all the specialists on the crew," Doc chuckles back.\n\n"Yeah, well, because it's true." Lana shrugs, then looks at you appraisingly. She doesn't say anything more until after Doc's finished waving various devices at you, giving you some injections, and has retired back to his office after vague pleasantries. But as you sit up on the bed, she says, "So, if you're willing, you'd be a welcome addition to the crew."\n\n"Uh... I'm just a high school kid," you say with a small shrug.\n\nShe snorts again at that. "A high school kid who, with zero planning, escaped Space Ranger custody by jumping off a building and surviving, let alone whatever the hell you did after that to escape recapture. Even if that sort of high-level insanity of improvisation weren't enough to certify your badass credentials, there's whatever base skill uploads the Space Rangers crammed in your head when they kidnapped you. You're primed to be an authentic terror of the spacelanes." At your raised eyebrows, she grins. "I mean, we may get up to a bit of piracy here and there. No really nasty stuff, but, opportunities present themselves."\n\nYou think that over a bit, while also asking, "And if I don't want to join?"\n\nLana shrugs at that. "You can hang out in a room until we're ready to make the trip back to Earth again. It could be as much as a couple of years though... it's a long, expensive journey, and we'd have to have a lot more successful jobs and probably pick up a few more wayward Humans to justify it to the rest of the crew. Or if you get tired of waiting, you can get off in any port we come to. I'll give you a bit of money and some pointers so you don't lose your way, in that case. It's up to you."\n\nSo... join a crew of space mercenaries... space pirates... ... space miscreants?... and possibly get shot or blown up or whatever, or sit in a room twiddling your thumbs for question mark number of years, <i>or</i> head back out into the universe to make your own way at some point, just hopefully with the heat having died down? Hrm. ... Well the third would basically come at some point after the second, so no need to rush to deciding on that one. Though you get the sense if you elect to wait now, the 'join the crew' option won't be available letter... Lana doesn't seem the sort to accept someone who decided to become a full crewmember just because they were bored.\n\n<hr>\n[[Join the crew.|GGSP1x3]]\n\n[[Lay low for now.|GGSP]]

You give a groan and try to concentrate enough to push yourself to your feet. But the moment you try, your legs wobble and give out on you, thudding you back into position on the floor. You take a few deep breaths, then try to just get up to hands and knees, focusing on making your arms support you. Damn, that thing really fucked you to exhaustion!\n\nAnd on hands and knees is where you are when you hear the door lock click. Your eyes widen and you look over just in time to see a startled male Drow raise his hand and shout, "Twinned Maximized Quickened Empowered Ray of Stupidity!"\n\nThe pair of bright beams strike you right in the face, making you reflexively flinch. Instead of pain, you instead feel your thoughts slow, as if they were mired in molasses, and then eventually stop completely. Your green eyes glaze over and droop, expression going from shocked to blank. Your head bobbles a little in place, but otherwise you don't move. Moving would require having an INT score higher than the average patch of moss. The Drow hesitates for a moment, then grins as he walks over, resting a hand atop your head and moving it around, obviously delighted by the way your head moves with his hand with absolutely no resistance.\n\n"Well, that was lucky. Looks like you had a run-in with my chair... probably had the willpower of a piece of seaweed when I walked in. You're still breathing, so you must have at least enough intelligence in there to keep your brain functioning. Barely. But my my, look how compliant you are," he gloats, smirking as he fishes out his cock and settles to his knees in front of you. He uses a thumb to run around your lips, then push into your mouth and press it open, right before using his other hand to help push the long, blue-black shaft past your lips and down your throat.\n\nYou make a few reflexive 'hrk' and 'glk' noises from having your throat penetrated, but otherwise you don't so much as twitch as he begins fucking your face, gripping the back of your head to help hold it in place as he thrusts his hips. After several minutes he pulls out, the dark length of his prick glistening with your saliva, your tongue left poking out a little and drool running down your chin. He moves behind you and grabs your hips, and again you make a few barely-animal grunts as he slides into your already well-fucked pussy and begins pumping into you. He moans and gasps freely and shamelessly, obviously not worried about what you might think (since you can't) as he pounds your pussy, dark hips slapping against your pale ass, the sound overlapping your low, regular instinct-grunts from the impact.\n\nFinally, he lets out a long, low groan and thrusts forward, spilling his load deep inside you, that blue-black cock twitching and jerking. Though your pussy is wet from the stimulation, and even squeezes around him some in reaction, what you feel can't properly be called an orgasm, since there's just not enough intellect left to process the stimulation from your nerves more than the basic. Even as he pulls out of you and wipes his dripping cock off on your ass, you just stare ahead at the wall, since it's all the same to you.\n\nThe sad thing is, you're not even smart enough anymore to realize you've met your doom.\n\n<hr>\n[[Game Over.|GGRogue12xEnd]]

In the morning the trip resumes, and you don't notice any furtive glances or smirks in your direction that would indicate anyone realizes anything untoward happened. You blush occasionally thinking of it, but try to put it out of your mind. Just chalk it up as a one-off weird experience in this new magical land and be done with it. "Uh, so," you venture after awhile. "Where are we going?"\n\n"The city of Miabal," Bane answers cheerfully. "A massive commerce and trading hub, where all sorts of deals are handled. We're going there to look for profitable work, and hopefully work that will let us make a name for ourselves."\n\n"Sounds good," you agree. Typical adventuring hook, really, still, it does work for you. "How far is it?"\n\n"Several more days, at least, if we keep this pace," he answers with a glance over. You try to muffle your sour expression at that. Great, several more nights of dealing with this particular issue.\n\nEventually the sun starts to set, and a campsite is found for the night. "Ah, excellent," Bane chirps, observing a little copse off the main campsite, only partially out of sight of the camp. "And it's large enough for all... of its occupants," he amends, glancing guiltily at you.\n\nYou frown and fold your arms under your chest. Here we go again.\n\n<hr>\n[[Insist on being allowed in the camp.|GGCentaur]]\n\n[[Stay with the horses. Again.|GGCentaur2x3]]

"Fine," you say with a sigh, rubbing your face with both hands. "Just... make sure to tie the horses up properly tonight, alright?"\n\n"Oh?" He blinks. "Did they get loose last night?"\n\n"Um. Almost. I managed to catch them before they really did and retie them," you murmur. "But they bothered me and kept me awake all night." Well, that part's true enough.\n\n"I am deeply sorry, my dear, of course. I will see to it myself that a much better job is done tonight."\n\nThat night's portion of dinner is even bigger than the last's, which does yet again help to soothe your hurt feelings a bit. And Bane does go around and check the horses' reins once more before he heads back to camp. Sighing, you trot around the little glade a few times, then decide to lean your arms against a tree and rest your forehead on them as the comfiest position you're likely to find out here.\n\nYou awaken to, yet again, the feeling of a horse mounting up on your back. "God <i>dammit</i> Bane!" you hiss, the halfling's name trailing up into a moan as Shae's black and grey thrusts his cock into you. That little fucker wouldn't know a knot if it was keeping him from getting horsefucked!\n\nAll you can do is brace yourself against the tree and try to muffle your moans as the dapple pounds your rubbery black pussy, the animal's need just as obvious as last night, his balls thumping against you as if to show how full they are. You glance back and forth, panting, seeing the other three standing about, hooves thumping at the ground, hard cocks wobbling beneath their bellies, obviously waiting their turn. It's very clear you're going to get fucked by all four again tonight, and there's nothing you can really do about it.\n\n"Oh hell with it," you mutter under your breath between moans. You pull the chainmail shirt up over your tits, baring them deliberately this time, letting them bounce and wobble in the night air with the motion of the horse fucking you. You grab one in your hand, kneading it and moaning as that big thick equine dick pounds your own horsepussy, fucking you with that mindless animal frenzy until he gives a whinny and dumps his load inside you. He shifts and thrusts a few more times before shifting off your back, cock dropping free of you, almost instantly replaced by Amana's steed, the black stallion taking his turn fucking you to multiple orgasms while you moan and gasp under your breath, giving into the urges of your animal half's urge to be fucked by horsecocks.\n\nEventually Amana's steed fills you with his load, and Bane's moves up to take his turn at attempting to knock you up, the sweating, grunting, snorting beast hauling himself onto your back and draping his forelimbs over your barrel, jamming his cock in you and pounding away. You toy with your nipples as eagerly and thoroughly as any slut in the midst of being fucked, panting as you look over at the Clydesdale. He's just standing there, staring, watching, that absolutely immense dappled horse cock jutting beneath him, the tip dripping a bit. He's the one that's closest to patiently waiting his turn. You might as well admit you're eager for it, wanting that big fat equine prick in you, pounding a pussy shaped and made for it.\n\nAs Bane's chestnut finishes inside you and pulls off, you shift around, presenting your rump to the Clydesdale, leaning forward and bracing your hands against the tree. Without more than one of those gruntlike whinnies, he mounts up, making you groan happily as that absolutely massive equine prick spreads you wide again, pumping into your black pussy until his immense balls slap against your crotch. Your huge bare tits sway underneath you, dripping sweat from the stiff nipples as you're fucked by the animal's monster of a dick, the powerful member leaving the cum of the other stallions spurting out of your pussy so that he can replace it with his own. You think you're cumming every third or fourth thrust but it's hard to tell, it feels so good that they're overlapping, you're not even sure if you're properly muffling your whorelike moans anymore.\n\nYou feel that amazing rush of hot cum deep inside you and shudder, letting out a rather whinny-like soft cry of your own at the feeling. The Clydesdale pulls out along your back, enough for his cock to slip from your pussy... but instead of dismounting, he suddenly drives forward again. You muffle a scream as that immense cock buries itself in your ass, spreading the previously virgin hole beneath your tail open and taking it all in one thrust. You're not sure if the stallion <i>meant</i> to fuck you in the ass, or doesn't care so long as he got to fuck you twice, but he's sure fucking your horsebutt now! He pounds into you like a machine, no, like a fuck-crazed animal, because that's what he is, snorting and nipping at your shoulders and back as he fucks your ass. Your eyes roll up in your head, tongue lolled out completely, a wanton expression having totally overcome your face as you're assfucked by the biggest stallion, his balls slapping forward against your cum-dripping black pussy.\n\nEventually the Clydesdale dumps his second load, filling your asshole with a torrent of liquid white heat. He pulls out again, dropping off your back, and apparently has already forgotten you as he trots a few steps away and begin cropping grass. It takes you somewhat longer to catch your breath and gather your wits, panting heavily and shuddering, both of your ink black lower holes spread open and dribbling with white. But eventually you do get yourself together, and swallowing, you move about, retying the horses, and making your way to the little lake near the camp.\n\nAs you settle into the water and start doing your best to wash up, you consider. Obviously Bane's pretty set on you not staying in the camp with the rest of them. And obviously the horses have a taste for fucking you now... probably there's no amount of Use Rope ranks that could keep them from working free and using you again tomorrow night. As you see it, you have two choices... you can leave the party and strike out on your own, or you can stay. ... Which is basically admitting you <i>want</i> to get fucked by the horses every night.\n\n<hr>\n[[Leave.|GGCentaur]]\n\n[[Stay.|GGCentaur2x4]]

You heave a sigh, then nod. "Fine, fine. I'll stay out here. With the horses."\n\n"I'll bring you dinner by in a bit, my dear, of course." Looking mildly ashamed of himself, Bane goes scurrying back to help the others while you stand next to the line of stallions, arms folded under your chest grumpily.\n\nBane does eventually return with a plate piled particularly high with sausages and seasoned potatoes, an obvious guilt-sized serving if there ever was one. Still, it tastes so good that you're almost willing to forgive him and maybe stay with the horses from now on, if it means getting this much dinner. Eventually, all of them save Shae turn in, the rogue facing away from you, apparently feeling that if anything comes from your direction, you'll alert them. You shift in place, hooves digging up the ground a bit, not sure how to get comfortable out here. Eventually more from boredom than anything else, you drift off, sleeping where you stand.\n\nYou're awoken by the feel of something thudding onto your back. You give a jolt and open your eyes, immediately twisting and looking behind you in surprise. It looks like Amana's midnight black stallion has managed to pull his reins free, and is now trying to mount you. "H-hey!" you hiss quietly, trying not to draw too much attention as you attempt to wiggle out from under him. "Get off of me! I'm not a horse, you idiot!"\n\nApparently he disagrees, and unfortunately your wiggle is just the movement he needs to slide forward completely, forelegs settling properly around your equine lower half and his hips driving forward. You gasp loudly, back arching as his massive equine cock plunges into your plump equine cunt, the flared head driving inside and spreading you open. You try to pull away again, but a shimmy and another thrust from him breaks your concentration, forcing you to muffle a moan as he slides a bit out of you and then shoves in even deeper. He starts thrusting rapidly now, driving forward, with only a few pumps pushing in all the way, his big black balls slapping against you. You grit your teeth and try to muffle yourself as the animal mounted on your back pounds away at you, making your tits bounce heavily under your chain shirt with the impact, the rings clinking quietly. The only thing more humiliating than being fucked by an animal would be to be caught being fucked by an animal... and the only thing more humiliating than <i>that</i> would be to get caught <i>enjoying</i> being fucked by an animal!\n\nAnd you definitely are, whether you want to or not. You may have a human mind, but it's clear there are some animal instincts to go with it, and your lower half can't tell the difference between a snorting, mindless beast of a horse and an erudite centaur when a big, equine cock is pounding away at it. You keep a hand pressed over your mouth, the other reaching out to brace against a tree as the horse pounds its cock into you, its animal snorting and grunting constantly reminding you that you're being bred by a nonsentient animal. Oh god, bred! Could a horse actually knock you up?! Almost as soon as you think it, the stallion gives a low whinny and thrusts forward, emptying its balls into you, a flood of potent animal semen gushing into your pussy, making your eyes roll up some as you cum, your horsepussy quivering around its mate of the moment's throbbing, gushing member.\n\nAfter a moment, the stallion pulls off of you, its half-limp prick falling free of your cunt with a gush of white. But almost before it's moved aside, Bane's chestnut horse is mounting up in its place. You barely have time to whisper a "No!" and try to pull away again before its first few clumsy thrusts are done and it finds its mark, its own cock thrusting into your already well-fucked horsepussy. You whimper low in your throat as the second horse starts fucking you just as eagerly as the first, no doubt venting months of backed-up lust without a mare, the flared head of its cock dragging the first stallion's cum out of you to dribble along your thick black pussylips, as it tries to be the one to sire its young on you instead.\n\nBy the time it cums in you, you're too tired from cumming repeatedly to fight back, and not surprised at all when Shae's dappled black and grey steed mounts up in place of Bane's. You just hang your head forward, trying to keep yourself muffled as you're fucked by a horse for the third time that night, your equine cunt puffy and slick, eagerly slurping at the flared head as the beast's balls slap against you again and again. It's like you've gone into heat, and the stallion certainly seems to agree, fucking you in a frenzy until it dumps a third load of animal jizz into your waiting hole. You pant heavily, actually lightheaded from the orgasms, before you realize something, your eyes widening in horror. Oh no.\n\nOh yes. Thurkar's Clydesdale thuds down on your back with a short, almost grunt-like whinny, rocking your entire body and making your tits bounce hard. It drives forward like a warcharge, a cock that feels almost twice as big as the others shoving forward into your pussy, actually stretching the otherwise roomy passage seemingly to its limit, rubbery black pussylips stretched around its dappled pink and black prick. Your eyes roll up in your head as it starts to fuck you, drool running down your chin from between gritted teeth and slightly parted lips as it rams its massive horsedick into you again and again, only your own quadruped stance keeping you in place as it beastfucks you fast and hard. Your tits are bouncing so much the chainmail actually gets worked up over them, baring the big, sweaty orbs and their rock-stiff nipples to the cold night air. \n\nWith another short whinny that sounds more like a man's grunt, the Clydesdale shoves forward, pumping what feels like about two gallons of horse jizz inside you, making you cum so hard you see flashing white lights and almost choke on trying to hold back your scream. By the time you've come back to your senses, the horse has pulled off of you and is standing nearby, cock still unsheathed but dangling limp below it, dribbling cum as it crops grass. You pant heavily, leaning against a tree and trying to collect yourself.\n\nOnce you've caught your breath, you try to figure out what now. Well, obviously, the first thing is that you pull your chainmail shirt back down over your tits. Next is that you gather up the reins of the horses and retie them, the stallions docile now that they've had their fun (bastards). You pause for a moment, glancing back towards the camp. Thurkar seems to be on watch now, but is just sitting there, same position and direction as Shae earlier. It doesn't look like he saw or noticed anything, good. Nor does he look up as you step off, giving the camp a wide birth as you head downstream from the rest and make your way into the flow of water. You won't quite be able to reach back there, but you manage to lower yourself down and let the water wash away the... visible... evidence of the night's activities. Dammit, Bane! This is your fault!\n\n<hr>\n[[Next morning...|GGCentaur2x2]]

It's time to be honest with yourself. You've loved every moment of being raped by those big dumb beasts. They satisfy you and make you cum in a way you couldn't have even imagined before you were a centaur. You may as well stop pretending you don't want them to fuck your brains out every night, because you absolutely do. Heck, you hope it takes even longer to get to Miabal than Bane said it would, because you imagine being in a city is going to put a crimp in your opportunities for nightly horsefucking... at least temporarily.\n\nThe next morning you're in a chipper enough mood, which seems to cheer the rest of the party a bit. Of course, it's because you're anticipating the fun you're going to have that night. You repeatedly let yourself lag behind, watching the stallions' balls sway and bounce with their motions as they walk. It's probably lucky that you can't reach your pussy, because you'd be trying to finger it covertly all day if you could. As it is you still snatch several opportunities to slip your hands up under your chain shirt to squeeze and fondle your tits, biting your lips on your moans. You just can't wait for tonight!\n\nEventually the sun does indeed start to get low in the sky, and you pick out a particular campsite. "I don't know, this area for the steeds is almost completely out of sight of the camp, we won't be able to keep an eye on them," Bane points out, frowning.\n\n"Well, I'm going to be with them anyway, aren't I?" you point out, doing your best not to sound too jubilant about it. "I'll be able to watch them, since I don't need as much sleep as the rest of you anyway."\n\n"Ah. I suppose that makes sense." Bane seems too relieved that you've made your peace with being put with the horses to question you further, and pads off to begin setting up camp. You amuse yourself by wandering around the small enclosure provided by the trees, fondling the horses on their flanks and balls, leaning down to rub a bit at their sheaths, making sure they're good and excited for tonight. Your superior hearing gives you plenty of time to trot off to the side and look innocent by the time Bane brings your dinner, and if he notices that the horses seem more agitated than normal, he doesn't show it. He returns to the camp, and you return to your groping, giggling a bit to yourself in anticipation. \n\nYou squint through the trees as you watch everyone start to clamber into their tents, save Thurkar, who apparently has first watch tonight. Unable to wait anymore, you pull off your chain shirt and drape it over a tree branch, moaning softly as you start kneading your tits. You want to get started right away! Hm, on the other hand, being pretty nonhuman, Thurkar probably has the best hearing of the group other than you. Maybe you shouldn't push your luck, and wait for the second watch.\n\n<hr>\n[[Wait.|GGCentaur5x1]]\n\n[[You can't wait!|GGCentaur2x5]]

It's about time the Bitch Twins suffered a little for their ways. You saunter on over, noting that as they spot you coming, they actually smooth out their snotty expressions, trying to look a little more approachable and neutral. Never did that before, that's kind of amusing. "Hey, Cyan," Alicia greets, toying a bit with the hem of her skirt as if she were just a bit bored.\n\n"Hey, what's up," Tricia adds, making a show of chewing her gum. They're both still being rude, clearly, but it's more incidentally than purposefully like they've been with you before.\n\n"Hi there girls," you answer in a cheerful enough tone. "So hey, just spotted that little incident just now."\n\nBoth of them give a simultaneous snort at that, the twins giving you identical smirks. "I know, <i>right</i>? That dumbass <i>totally</i> tripped over nothing!"\n\n"What a loser!" Tricia snickers, covering her glittery-lipsticked mouth with her hand.\n\n"Yeah, see, I didn't like that." The smiles instantly fall off their faces at that... in fact, is it your imagination, or do they go just a little pale. "So I've decided I'm going to punish you."\n\n"P-punish us?" Tricia murmurs, definitely looking a little afraid now. It's like they know you can make them do anything, even if they don't <b>know</b>. Some kind of survival instinct?\n\nAlicia laughs nervously, obviously trying to brush it all off. "Yeah, right, like... punish us, whatever. I mean, what are you talking about, community service or something?"\n\n<hr>\n[[Yes, they'll service the community.|GGHH]]\n\n[[They'll learn some empathy.|GGHH20x2]]\n\n[[They'll be outed as bitches.|GGHH]]\n

You take down the Savage Species book, and feel an odd tug on your... well, self, if you had to put a word to it. You blink and look around, confused, then look at the book in your hand. Looks normal. Feels normal (now). Maybe you're just hungry or something. Oh well, after you find a lead on a game idea you'll go grab some pizza or something.\n\nYou flip through the book, glimpsing several promising ideas for a monster character that you might want to look at more closely.\n\n<hr>\n[[Centaur.|GGCentaurStart]]\n\n[[Half-Dragon.|GGHDStart]]\n\n[[Tiefling.|GGTiefStart]]

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

"Y'know, it kinda annoys me that whoever those fuddy-duddies are, they wanted to spoil our fun," you say with a slow grin, standing up. "I say we go show them just <i>why</i> we were making so much noise."\n\n"They definitely won't be complaining after that," Jenna agrees with a giggle, standing up as well.\n\n"Here's my keycard," Rosa announces, holding up the white plastic rectangle with 'MC' written on it in marker. "We can walk right in."\n\n"Well, what are we waiting for?" you say with a laugh, heading for the door.\n\n<hr>\n\n<i>Hello, player! It's your devious writer Skooma here. Because I love you, I have decided to provide two versions of the following scene. The differences didn't seem quite branchpoint worthy, but we all love choices, don't we? So pick your poison, do you want the following scenes to feature hot man-lovin' in addition to the het and les stuff? They'll join back up to the same result either way after, which usually doesn't happen, but there you go.</i>\n\n[[Let it be as mainstream hetero porn intended.|WBrit3x4a]]\n\n[[I want to see balls touching!|WBrit3x4b]]

You break the kiss and grin up at Jenna. "I like the way you think."\n\nRosa looks over her shoulder at Jenna and says, her accent now carrying a constant hint of a purr, "A boy named Phillip is on room service duty for this floor today. If you ordered something, he'd be the one to get sent up for sure."\n\nYour stomach growls, and you snicker. "Good thinking, we need two things, cock <i>and</i> room service. Though Phillip sounds delicious too. I'll order," you add, sliding your tail out of your newest get's pussy, Jenna reclaiming her own tail as she sits back.\n\n"I'll go hide my cart and call in sick, so no one comes looking," Rosa says eagerly, scrambling off of the bed and flouncing back out into the hall, still completely naked.\n\nJenna goes to leave the door slightly propped open while you place the order, before the three of you retire back to the bed and form a daisy chain, spending some time licking one another's eager pussy pussies. But eventually you pull away as the estimated delivery time draws close. The smell of a male and food would have warned you anyway, and the three of you take your places before there's a knock at the door. "Room service."\n\n"Bring it on in, please, door's open!" you call cheerfully, lingering where he'll have to be almost all the way out of the hallway before he can see you. There's the sound of an overloaded cart trundling down the hallway as Phillip pushes the cart in. Rosa was right, he's pretty cute if not big and muscular like you usually like your guys... but again, you're betting that will change. Light tan-bronze skin, black hair drawn back in a ponytail, his dark eyes focused on the ticket.\n\n"Ma'am, I have your... um, twelve T-bone steaks, all done..." He looks up, and his eyes widen as they lock on the sight of you standing there in all seven feet of naked, tiger-striped glory, grinning at him as your tail lashes. "... rare?"\n\nThis time it's Jenna and Rosa that do the pouncing, both of them giving whoops of laughter as they grab him and throw him onto the bed. Jenna plasters her tits against his face as she holds him down, giggling and rubbing them around, practically making his head disappear under the white furry mouns. Rosa giggles as she shreds his pants with her claws, starting to drag her tongue along the shaft of his limp cock. You observe that it's already plenty big even limp with a pleased eye as you take the lid off of one of the steak plates and grab the T-bone with both hands, lifting it up and taking a quick bite, your teath cutting through it like knives.\n\n"Blegh!"\n\n"What's wrong, sis?" Jenna asks, glancing up from where she's still tormenting the wriggling, struggling Phillip by putting him in marshmallow hell.\n\n"Overcooked," you say with a sigh, even as you take another hearty bite of the steak. "Guess ordering it 'blue' would have been better. Hey, don't go stealing that for yourself," you add as Rosa drags her tongue up the full length of Phillip's now mostly-hard shaft. "Me first."\n\n"Awwwww," both weretiger girls complain, before Rosa adds, "How come?"\n\n"Because I'm the alpha tiger, that's why!" you announce with a smirk, tearing a larger hunk off the steak with your teeth before gulping it down in a few bites.\n\n"I don't think tigers have a pack hierarchy like that, I'm pretty sure they're primarily solitary," Jenna points out, lifting up her tits long enough for Phillip to gasp in a deep breath, his face flushed and mouth surrounded by drool. Then he gives an 'mmmf!' as your sister reapplies them.\n\n"Fine then, because I'm the biggest, that's why," you assert, shaking the stripped bone of your first steak at them.\n\nBoth of them shrug, apparently unable to argue with that, before returning to their delighted torment of the poor room service boy, occasionally plucking more scraps of his clothes off while Jenna rubs her tits all over his upper body as well as his face, and Rosa continues to lavish attention on his cock and balls. She drags her slightly rough tongue all over both, occasionally kissing or sucking at either the firmer skin covering his raging hardon or the looser skin of his sack. \n\nWhatever shock or fear he might feel, clearly having two giggling, cooing catgirls lavishing attention on him isn't exactly turning Phillip off. By the time you finish your third steak and decide you're full enough for now (at least as far as food goes), his cock is actually trembling and moving with every beat of his heart, a steady stream of pre oozing from the tip. You have to admire the job the other two have done in getting him worked-up... you'd bet he might only be a bit over seven inches normally, but he's probably closer to nine and a half right now. You take a moment to wipe off your face with a napkin before tossing it aside, leaning down to kiss Rosa's cheek as you push her to the side and move up to straddle his thighs.\n\n"Sit up, sis, I wanna see his face when he goes in," you purr, Jenna obligingly straightening up. You smile wickedly down at Phillip's red face as he pants and stares at you with wide, half-crazed eyes. You scoot forward and slide your furry, dripping slit up and down the underside of his cock, urging a few whimpers from him, until you slide forward and give a little shimmy of your hips to get him angled upward. Leaning forward so that your tits dangle down over his head... and despite being smothered by Jenna's for quite awhile now he still stares in awe, which is a nice little ego-booster... you slide back onto him, smoothly taking his entire aching length. He moans aloud, his eyes closing and head pressing back against the bed, lips parted and body trembling as you sheath his cock inside you. You grin and flex internal muscles that are much stronger and more responsive than they used to be and listen to him cry out.\n\nJenna muffles him again though as she takes her turn to go on a face ride, straddling him and settling her own white-furred pussy over his mouth. From the way she starts purring and making pleased little noises in her throat, he apparently starts licking at her almost immediately. You grin and lean forward to kiss her, dueling tongues with your sister and fondling her big, soft tits as she returns the favor, both of you working your hips in different ways as she rides his tongue and you bounce on his dick. You feel him spurt inside you and moan into Jenna's mouth, especially when a few squeezes of your inner muscles insure that he doesn't go soft for even a second as you keep working atop him, a thick, churned mixture of jizz and female arousal starting to ooze out around where he's spreading you open.\n\nEventually Jenna breaks the kiss, cooing and moaning pleasantly for another moment before saying, "Should all of us...?"\n\n"Mm, no, I want to feel him grow inside me," you moan happily. "Rosa, you do it, baby, then you can have him next."\n\nRosa giggles, moving down to the end of the bed and leaning forward. She licks up the underside of one of Phillip's big toes, and you feel him shudder under you as he tries to process that strange and unexpected added sensation. She slips her lips over the toe as if she were sucking his cock, and then bites down enough to let her sharp teeth sink in. Phillip howl's into Jenna's pussy, squirming and writhing as the change begins, spreading out from his feet as they gain their own claws and layers of fur, legs lengthening and muscles growing. You can even feel his balls growing and swelling where your ass slaps against them before the change starts to his cock. You yowl in exultation as you start to feel him growing inside you, his cock swelling as it gains both length and girth, spreading you open wider and plunging into you deeper as you slam yourself down on it harder and faster.\n\nYou throw your head back, arching your back and letting your tits bounce furiously as you ride him for all you're worth, knowing that his hips can take it now from the way you felt them firm and grow between your thighs. You can tell when the change passes over his head and runs its course from the way Jenna starts squealing delightedly at the stronger, bigger tongue now working her cunt. You work yourself to several frantic, noisy orgasms before Phillip blows another load inside you, this one far more voluminous than the last.\n\nPanting, you roll off of him, Jenna rolling the other way after a moment. The transformed Phillip lays there panting and gasping for breath, now taller, broader, and much much more powerful-looking than before. His cock, still human-shaped save for the vestigial sheath of white fur around the very base of it, still juts up quivering into the air, now covered with a layer of thick, juicy wetness. Before he can move, the bed gives a creak and then a loud thump, all three of you yelping as it drops to hit the floor, becoming much lumpier as the frame gives up the ghost.\n\nYou and Jenna both laugh as you realize what happened, but Phillip and Rosa have other things on their mind. Either Phillip heard you earlier or he's finally giving vent to something he's wanted to do for awhile, because he grabs Rosa and hauls her onto the bed, the weretiger girl giving a yip, the steak she'd been holding flying through the air. He throws her onto the shambles of the bed and slams his cock into her from behind, starting to beastfuck her eagerly, gripping the base of her tail with one hand and kneading her round, stripey ass with the other. Rosa squeals and yowls eagerly, pressing her face into the pillows and jutting her hips up higher, tits pressed to the sheets as she's given the pounding she's apparently been wanting for awhile.\n\nYou exchange bemused grins with Jenna, then lay back, stroking your well-fucked, churned-up pussy with one hand as you watch. Jenna sighs, muttering something about having to wait her turn, then makes her way over to the food service cart to tear into her share of the steaks.\n\nPresently, once Phillip has finished with Rosa and given your sister her own long-awaited foot of untiring tigerman prick, you and the other two females lounge in pieces of furniture while the latest addition to fuzziness tears into one of the last three T-bones. "Hm, now what?" you ponder aloud.\n\nPhillip glances up, quickly swallowing the large piece of beef dangling half out of his mouth before he answers, his voice rich and just a little rumbling. "Well we'd better do something. When I was sent up I was asked to tell you that the family in the next room was complaining of the noise. After all of that I bet they called down again... I'm surprised the front desk hasn't already called up asking what's going down."\n\nYou snort. "For what I paid for this room I ought to be able to hold a rock concert if we want."\n\n"'Tiger Fuckers'," Jenna muses, sweeping her hands apart as she looks towards the ceiling. "Actually kind of a decent band name, really."\n\nYou snicker, then make a thoughtful noise as you consider. Still, Phillip's right. Their next step is either likely to be a polite phone call or, depending on how good a customer the family next door is, send a security guy up to ask you to check out. Not that you... especially the four of you... would have difficulty with a security guard now. Actually, that could probably wind up being a lot of fun. On the other hand, it could also wind up being a lot of trouble... they go looking into security guards that don't report in a lot faster than room service deliverers that don't report in. Probably best to take action instead.\n\n<hr>\n[[Leave the hotel.|WBritplaceholder]]\n\n[[Do something about the complaining family.|WBrit3x3]]\n\n[[Try to take over the hotel.|WBritplaceholder]]

Smirking, you lift a finger to your lips in a 'shush' gesture, Jenna grinning wickedly back at you and nodding in agreement.\n\nThe maid, in her plain, unassuming grey uniform dress, walks into the room holding a stack of sheets. She drops them the moment she sees Jenna lolling on the bed on her side, tail lashing back and forth. "Hi!"\n\nMoving quickly from where you'd ducked into the open closet area, you snatch for the maid's wrists with superhuman speed, pulling them behind her back and holding them with one hand while your other hand claps over her mouth just in time to muffle her scream completely. "Just relax, we're not going to hurt you," you purr into her ear, pressing your breasts against the back of her neck and head, her black hair spilling over the white fur. "In fact, you're really going to like this, I promise."\n\nJenna rises from the bed and saunters over, her massive tits jiggling before she stops in front of the maid, yellow-green eyes flicking towards her nametag. "'Rosa'. That's pretty," she chirps cheerfully before extending her claws and carefully dragging them down the woman's front, the maid ceasing her struggles in fright as her dress and underwear are sliced to shreds all at once, a few more passes of Jenna's claws leaving her tan skin, light brown nipples, and the somewhat thick growth of black hair between her legs on display. She's a little pudgy and her breasts are a bit on the small side, but that won't last long.\n\n"You like girls, Rosa?" you ask, and feel her shake her head against your hand and give a plaintive 'mmf!' "Oh, that's okay, you will soon," you continue with a giggle as Jenna goes to her knees and leans in, pushing the maid's thighs apart and starting to apply her slightly feline tongue to the human girl's folds. Rosa gives a muffled cry of protest, trying to jerk and struggle in your arms, her thighs flexing as she tries to hold them. Of course, it's futile against weretiger strength, and after a few moments she slumps against your hold. Slowly her protests start to turn to moans against your fingers, her eyes closing and hips starting to twitch as Jenna continues to work her over.\n\nOnce her face is nice and flushed and the scent of her arousal is starting to fill your nose, you pull her away from Jenna and fling her onto the bed on her back. Rosa lays there stunned for just a moment, but before she can think about yelling or trying to flee you move to straddle her head, pressing your furry white pussy firmly down over her mouth and nose. She mmfs and struggles, grabbing your thighs with both hands, and you let out a loud purr as her wriggling rubs her face against your folds. Leaning forward a bit to squeeze her tits, you wriggle your hips. "Go on, get licking, bitch, you know you want to."\n\nJenna giggles and reapplies her mouth to Rosa's cunt, and after a few moments of feeling moans and gasps reverberate against your sex, you feel her slowly, tentatively starting to return the favor. You moan excitedly and start working your hips, making sure your pussy all over her mouth and nose, making sure the smell of you fills her head. "That's right, you're starting to like girls, aren't you?" you coo, tweaking her nipples and squealing softly as that makes her moan loudly into your pussy. \n\n"Hey, I've got an idea!" Jenna chirps suddenly. "Lay down on your back, sis!"\n\n"'Kay," you reply lazily, rolling off of Rosa and onto your back, tits wobbling with the motion. Jenna grabs Rosa and rolls the maid over on top of you, face to face (and incidentally tits-to-tits). You leer at the sight of her face almost entirely coated in your gleaming arousal, the way she looks heated and confused. Then you feel your sister grab hold of your tail and pull it around, pushing the thick, furry length into something hot, wet, and gripping... if you had any doubt what it was, the way Rosa gasps and bucks on top of you would remove it. "Oooo, good idea, Jen," you coo, reaching down to grab the maid's full brown ass and working her up and down as you start pumping your tail in and out of her, finding you have a decent amount of control over it if you try.\n\n"I thought so," Jenna says cheerfully, grinning as she watches you tail-fuck the housekeeping staff. She moves forward on the bed, and you yowl pleasurably as you feel the strange, thick, fuzzy feeling of your sister's own tail pushing into your sodden cunt. Jenna grins, making lewd thrusting motions with her hips as she pumps it in and out a few times, working you into a greater pitch of tailfucking the mewling, whimpering Rosa. Then Jenna pulls out of you, and from the way Rosa bucks and wails anew you can guess where that thoroughly drenched tail has now wound up.\n\nJenna leans forward, her hugs tits pillowing against Rosa's back so that you're both completely sandwiching the pretty brown maid as you tailfuck both her holes. As you feel Rosa's pussy tremble and start to clench around your tail, you exchange grins and a quick nod with Jenna, then sink your teeth into Rosa's right shoulder just as Jenna bites down on her left. With two bites from fully-transformed weretigers at the same time, Rosa's transformation is almost instantaneous, her scream of orgasm turning into a somewhat feline yowl in the middle as her muscles grow and firm up, tits expanding against your own as fur covers them, her teeth sharpening as her hair takes on orange coloration, leaving the original black as stripes. \n\nYou lean up, finding it quite easy now reach in a kiss for the newest weretiger, Rosa returning the kiss eagerly and hungrily. Jenna grins down at you both, giving Rosa's own flicking tail a quick, lewd lick, before she looks thoughtful. "You know what we really need...?" she muses. "Some cock."\n\n<hr>\n[[Hm, some nice thick dick probably WOULD really hit the spot...|WBrit3x2]]\n\n[[Nah, girls-only club for now.|WBritplaceholder]]

You grin a little more widely at the thought of a group of young, frustrated, pent-up teenage boys so eager for release that they'd do anything for it... in fact, you somehow imagine that giving up their humanity would be the least of the barriers to that.\n\nOnce things have settled down and you've explained your plan in general to the others, you let the rest pair up to discuss how they're going to handle their own 'missions'. You, meanwhile, coach Mitch into resuming his human form, and the two of you get dressed before heading out of the room. Grinning, you drape an arm around his shoulders and tug him against your side, not being at all shy about putting a sway in your hips and a motion in your shoulders that shows off that you're fucking him... you get some various scandalized/impressed/jealous looks from others as you walk through the lobby with him to the parking garage, but you don't care... you're rich but not famous, and besides, you have power and confidence to spare now. \n\nArriving at your car, you hit the button to unlock it and open the driver's side door... then grin and gesture Mitch in. "Here you go, why don't you take the wheel?"\n\n"Uh, but I've barely even got my learner's permit," he says, looking dubious, but excited at the same time. Clearly his own weretiger confidence needs some building, which is partly why you're suggesting this. \n\nGrinning, you reach out to run a hand over his auburn hair and down his cheek, before cupping his chin and leaning in for a quick kiss, tongue briefly dipping into his mouth. "It's fine, baby, my sister's a supergenius. She's tricked this thing out so that it practically drives itself." Admittedly, this might have been done during a period where your partying was a lot more regular and involved a lot more drinking. "You just put your address into the GPS and do your best, and it'll smooth out any rough edges."\n\nEmboldened by both your reassurance and the kiss, he climbs into the seat, waiting as it automatically adjusts to his height while you move around to the passenger side and climb in. Once he's punched in his address and rather carefully maneuvered the car out of the garage and onto the street, he risks a glance over at you. "So why are we going back to my house? It's a kinda long drive, by the way," he adds. \n\n"That's fine," you answer breezily as you begin to unbutton your borrowed blouse, grinning at the sight of his eyes widening as he furiously tries to keep them on the road (while now sneaking near-constant peeks at you out of the corner of his eye). "But we're going back to your place because it's the best place to launch our part of the plan from."\n\n"Plan...?" he says distractedly, risking a longer look over as you pull open the front of the blouse to completely bare your tits.\n\n"To make more weretigers, of course. We're going to start with your friends... you do have a gaming group, right?" you ask as you lift the divider out of the way and lean across and into his seat, starting to fondle his cock through his jeans.\n\n"Y-yeah," he groans. "Like four of them that come over pretty regularly..."\n\n"Good," you coo as you take a moment to tug on your skirt, completely baring your unpantied ass and pussy before you unzip his jeans and fish out his cock. Smiling, you start stroking it and rubbing it lightly against your cheek as you look up at him, amused at the sight of him breathing hard and doing his best to concentrate on his driving despite your assurances that the car can do most of it itself. "Then when we get to your place, you'll call them up and arrange a game for Friday night. If possible, turn it into a sleepover that lasts all weekend. By the time it's done they'll all be loyal, horny, hot young weretigers too, and we can move on to figuring out where to go from there," you conclude, dragging your tongue up the side of his cock as, from the feel of increasing speed and the sight of light poles whizzing by, he pulls onto the interstate.\n\n"B-Brit," he groans as you flick your tongue up and down at the edge of his cockhead. "What... what do we do if... if someone sees, like a cop...?"\n\n"I'll take care of that," you purr before sliding your mouth over the teenager's prick and starting to bob your head, sucking and licking with slow, steady enthusiasm.\n\nYou spend most of the next seven hour drive constantly sucking Mitch's cock in the most epic stint of roadhead anyone is ever likely to hear of. Even in human form, the two of you's enhanced stamina and strength means that worrying about little things like 'refractory period' or 'sore jaw' or 'sleep' aren't really as big of a deal. You do make several stops for food, refreshments, and for Mitch to fuck you in public restrooms (and once, a truck stop shower). You do in fact get stopped by a state trooper at one point fairly late on a backwoods road, but as promised you take care of that little problem... a check for $1000 made out to Cash and bending over the hood of his cruiser while he rails you up the ass makes sure that he conveniently forgets Mitch's learner's permit wasn't a driver's license saying he was 21, and you're sent on your way with a warning and a slap on the butt. \n\nEventually you arrive at Mitch's rather nice house, and he shows you down to the not huge but still nicely-furnished basement where he and his friends usually meet. "I guess I can start calling everyone and arranging stuff now," he says, though a yawn says he might need at least a brief nap first, though he perks up some as he shifts back to weretiger form, ears and tail twitching as if stretching after having been confined by not existing for awhile.\n\nYou mmmm and stretch yourself as you shift, the barely-buttoned blouse once more spilling your tits free as they expand. "Yeah, let's rest up for a few hours, maybe eat something, then we can get started."\n\n"I mean, I think I can probably arrange the game and the sleepover and all, but... well, once we have them here, what's the plan?" he asks, tilting his head.\n\n<hr>\n[[Subtlety.|WBrit]]\n\n[[Directness.|WBrit]]

Some time later, you extricate yourself from the festivities and meander through the room, stepping around and sometimes over writhing furry bodies as you gather up shredded bits of pants to sit down with them at the little table at one side of the room. You fold your legs and extricate wallets from the shredded cloth, then remove IDs from wallets. Two driver's licenses... John and Leia... and two school IDs... Mitch and Jessica. You idly group them together, father and daughter, mother and son, and hold them up in front of where Jessica is dutifully worshipping John's massive prick with hands and tongue, and where Mitch is pounding into Leia from behind, leaning forward to wrap his arms around her middle, her tail wrapped around his own middle.\n\nThere's no question in your mind now that you have to keep bringing more people into the fold... you're as hooked on the thrill of kinky sex and turning other people into more weretigers as you could be hooked on any drug. Still, as tempting as it is to just go room-to-room in the hotel changing people as you go, that seems likely to result in you getting caught and some sort of confrontation with the authorities sooner rather than later. You're going to have to be a bit more careful than that. Thoughtfully, you rise again and move over to where your sister is riding Phillip's cock while Rosa rides his face. "Hey. <i>Hey</i>!" you repeat as you demand her attention, slapping her shoulder lightly.\n\n"Mmmf, whaaat?" she whines a bit as she continues bouncing on top of Phillip's throbbing prick, her massive tits bouncing like basketballs. "I'm busyyyy!"\n\n"Well try and spare some brainpower and help me figure out our next step. Everyone we've converted so far has gotten really into it when we started molesting them, think of any good reason why?"\n\n"Because we are <i>really</i> good at fucking," Jenna moans happily, slamming herself down and grinding her hips happily, before sighing a bit and going back to working herself up and down. "Well that and we probably produce an unusual amount of pheremones when aroused, considering all of our other enhanced abilities and the fact that we effectively reproduce sexually even when it's just by biting."\n\n"Think it'd still work if we could change back to human?"\n\n"Quite possiblyyyyyy ohhhh he's cumming in me," Jenna groans as she slams herself down again, bucking and twisting her hips, tail lashing. "Ohhhh god I hope he knocks me up, ohhhhh."\n\n"Jenna."\n\n"You know you could <i>wait</i>," she snaps, a lot of the edge taken off of it by the fact that her voice is still quavering with orgasm.\n\n"Yeah, I'd be waiting forever and we both know it. Focus, we've gotta figure this out if we're gonna keep spreading our little gift."\n\nYour sister moans half in pleasure and half in annoyance, then resumes riding Phillip's prick, the wet squelches of his length pumping into her now even lewder as she churns his cum up with her motions. "It's quite likely that we will retain at least some portion of our abilities in human form. They may be more subtle, likely resulting in a simple increase in perceived attractiveness and sexuality rather than the more 'you want to fuck me SO bad' effect that you had on me and we had on Rosa," she explains, cooing softly as the mention of the other weretiger woman's name causes Rosa to reach over and start fondling Jenna's bouncing tits. "All four of us being in a relatively small enclosed space while highly aroused is likely why our new members were so quickly overcome with desire. In other words, yes, you'll be a walking sexbomb as a human, but if you really want to drive someone wild, using your weretiger form or, better yet, getting a lot of weretigers together in one room is a better bet."\n\nNodding thoughtfully, you head over to first lock the door to the room and put the chain on, not wanting any other housekeepers to wander in, then step into the bathroom. Closing the door to muffle the sounds of rampant fucking going on outside, you lean against the counter and stare at your reflection, trying to concentrate on your body. You roll your shoulders, flex your muscles, all of it trying to find that particular twitch or squeeze you need... Natesh could do it, obviously, he looked human the entire time you knew him. Eventually you find something... it's not quite physical, it's almost like there's a faint knot somewhere deep inside that you can give a metaphysical squeeze. You gasp as you abruptly shrink and, well, "de-fuzz" is the easiest way to put it. You blink repeatedly, finding your "normal" reflection looking back at you. A couple of hours ago you'd have been overjoyed, now you just grin at the possibilities it opens up. You shift back and forth several times, almost knocking your head on the counter when you "squeeze" a little too hard one time trying to change back to fuzziness and wind up dropping to all fours, your chin thumping against the marble. You blink into the mirror at the sight of a befuddled-looking tiger the size of a horse, then give a feline snicker before shifting yourself back to the "middle" form again.\n\nTrotting back into the main area of the room, you take a moment to look at the new pairings... Rosa and Leia are making out while John fucks Rosa's sodden pussy, while Jenna is getting eaten out by Jessica while Mitch pounds his sister up the ass. Phillip is just sprawled in a chair, stroking himself off while he watches, and gives you a hopeful grin as you walk back in. Giving him a grin and an 'in a minute' hand gesture, you start rifling through the family's bags, trying to figure out a bit more about them.\n\nJohn's luggage contains several suits, some pamphlets about contracting services, and several spare containers of business cards proclaiming him a senior manager... office work, then, and somewhat high-powered by the sounds of it. Leia's has a few catalogues and ordering books for things like tupperwear, makeup, and jewelry... housewife with a 'sales party' job on the side, by the looks of it. You find some streamlined one-piece swimsuits and a jacket reading 'Deviville High Swim Team' in Jessica's luggage... that means a lot of lithe, athletic teenage girls, by the sound of it. Rummaging in Mitch's backpack turns up several books with names like 'The Demon Dark Depths' and 'The Complete Mage', and a bag full of funny-shaped dice... likely his friends aren't quite as lithe and athletic, but are brimming with even more perverse sexual lust.\n\nRubbing your chin thoughtfully as you walk over to Phillip's chair, you fwip your tail to one side and lower down to sit on his lap, settling your pussy onto his cock as you think. You let him grab your hips and begin working you up and down as you consider your next step, letting the pleasurable feeling of his prick pumping into you and your tits bouncing fade into mental background noise. There's four of you, and four of them... obviously it makes sense to pair off and conquer each group of associates that way, and then spread out from there. It's just a question of which of the four you think you'd personally have more fun with!\n\n<hr>\n[[John's corporate world.|WBritplaceholder]]\n\n[[Leia's housewife circle.|WBritplaceholder]]\n\n[[Jessica's swim team.|WBritplaceholder]]\n\n[[Mitch's nerd buddies.|WBrit3x6]]

You find yourself walking through the waterless underwater world at the side of a wolf. It's larger than the one you slew, its shape different, its coat thicker and colored a deep brown. Its huge paws make no sound in the soft silt you're walking barefoot on as well, leaving two sets of tracks that stretch to infinity behind you. "Where are we going?" you ask after a moment.\n\n"I am going wherever I feel like," the wolf answers in a woman's amused voice. "You are following me."\n\n"Ah." You turn that over for a moment. "You're not leading me where I need to go?"\n\n"I did not say that."\n\n"You said you were going wherever you feel like."\n\n"I am a wolf. We go where we feel like. Because my friend asked it of me, I feel like leading you where you need to go."\n\nYou think that over for awhile too, moving in silence at the wolf's side, the empty ocean(?) around you bearing no sound, not even the thrum of waves. "If he's your friend, why don't you take him off the tree?" you ask eventually.\n\n"He put himself on the tree. So since he has not asked me to take him down, and I have not felt like doing so without him asking, I have not done it."\n\n"You have an interesting way of looking at things."\n\n"It's a wolf's way of looking at things. We've no masters, no owners. We do what we wish and can only be stopped by forces greater than us, or more wily. I lead you because he asks me to, not because he commands, and because it is also agreeable to me to lead you... if it was not I would leave you here in the deep for another. I leave him on the tree because that is his wish, but if my wish for him to be off of it was greater I would tear him down from it no matter how he pleaded or demanded that I stop. That is to be a wolf."\n\nYou nod, falling into silence again as you walk with her. You realize you're now walking across the open plains again, the sunlight warm overhead and the grass rustling dry and damp around you. You stop when the wolf does, watching as she moves and turns to face you, staring into her yellow eyes unafraid.\n\n"There are two places I am willing to lead you. You will ask me respectfully?"\n\n"Always," you assure her sincerely.\n\n"Then if you choose, I will guide you back to the waking world and your walk in the Dream will be over. Or I will guide you on to others who might be your name. Which will you ask?"\n\n<hr>\n[[Wake.|Dream]]\n\n[[Continue.|Dream]]

'Hey Cy,\n\nBeen working a lot on developing apps for the smartphone. Getting very experimental, there's untapped potential in the technology that hardly anyone has even touched, it's wild. I've just been kind of delving deep into the potential of each program before moving on. Try one of these out and let me know how it goes. Oh yeah just one because your phone probably can't handle installing more than that at once. \n\n-Crystal'\n\n... Huh, interesting. Last you saw Crystal was mostly doing webpages and online text environments and stuff. The fact that she's moved on to phone apps that tackle 'untapped potential' is interesting. Attached to the email are several files, one of them a text file explaining the others. You pop that open and browse through it, curious.\n\n'[[Inceptor.apk|GGApp]] - This is a simple utility designed to take text input and send it as a subliminal signal to any receptive piece of electronic equipment such as cellphones, headphones, smart watches, etc. It can target people in range of such items (and even retain them as targets as long as they continue to be in range of viable electronics) and send them messages they will act on, whether consciously or not.' lol ye rite amirite? Crystal's clearly just having fun with you with this one.\n\n'[[MetaNav.apk|GGApp]] - I found a fractured and corrupted file of this while I was poking around the web, and peeking at the code got me interested so I reconstructed it. I haven't even really been able to make it work but it's pretty deep and powerful and I know it does something, maybe you can figure it out.' What, the MetaNav? It sounds like all Crystal has done is reconstruct some cash-in app for a video game. Still, maybe it will look neat.

Hm, life's gotten complicated enough as it is lately... best not add the complication of offspring to that. You ponder for a moment, then grin and step back. "Ryoko-san, if you would please, why don't you put Kanna in a position for both of us to enjoy her best feature?"\n\nRyoko seems to instantly follow your line of thought, an admirable quality in an assistant, and smiles as she moves to undo Kanna's skirt before tugging the girl upright again. The gyaru girl looks confused for a moment, standing there in nothing but her sneakers and baggy socks, before Ryoko bends down and grabs her behind the knees. The teen yelps a bit in surprise as she's hauled off of her feet, legs pulled back further and further, Ryoko sliding her arms forward until she can lace her fingers behind Kanna's blonde head. This leaves the girl effectively bent double in midair, Ryoko's tits pillowed heavily against her back, her dripping pussy and vulnerable asshole both bared and her full C-cup tits pressed together by her own legs.\n\nGrinning, you step forward, rubbing your cock along Ryoko's... hm, they're really very close in length and thickness, you have to admit, and you make a mental note that at some point you want that thing inside you. But right now, it's going inside Kanna... and so is yours. You take a moment to grab a bottle of lube disguised as hand sanitizer from your desk and smear yourself thoroughly, reaching out to do the same to Ryoko, Kanna quivering excitedly as much as she's able in her position. Then you slide your cock along Ryoko's again, using both hands to press them together, and aiming both heads at Kanna's pucker. "Drop her when you're ready, Ryoko-san."\n\n"W-wait, both in my...?! I don't know if I-!" Kanna starts to protest, worry apparently overriding worship for just a moment. But then Ryoko's shoving her down, and Kanna's words cut off as her tight little ass gets spread around two fat futa pricks at once, your dick squashed up even more tightly against Ryoko's as the black-haired woman works the tan teen down on you both, then starts working her up and down slightly to gradually get more inside. Kanna's tongue juts out and her eyes roll up, her pussy squirting several times against your cock, the girlcum dripping down your balls. You step in, your massive tits practically enveloping hers as you press her even more tightly between you and the other futanari, your hands reaching around to fondle Ryoko's ass as her own arms and hands work at moving Kanna over your cocks. You can feel the student's flat belly bulging out against yours with the shape of your cock, the sensation sending a shiver of pleasure all through you.\n\n"You like that, don't you, gyaru slut?"\n\n"Mmm, being our cocksleeve and having your ass used is all you want, isn't it?"\n\n"I bet you'll come to school from now on, won't you, so we can use these fat pricks on your whore hole, won't you?"\n\nYou and Ryoko keep up the barrage of sweet, purred verbal degradation, while Kanna's replies are somewhat less coherent, coming out mostly as mewls and yowls of pleasure as she cums repeatedly from having her ass double-stuffed. You hope you do a good job of letting her know that she's a wonderful little whore and your personal property to use as you see fit... positive reinforcement is important for students, after all! Eventually, Ryoko hauls her up and sets her down on the floor, Kanna wobbling to her knees, and then instantly opening her mouth and sticking out her tongue as she sees you both stepping close and stroking your cocks.\n\nBoth of you have been building up a rather spectacular load after all this time without actual release, and when the two of you give out low moans and start cumming, it's quite impressive. The Japanese national passtime of bukkake can, apparently, be accomplished with just two individuals since thick, voluminous splatters of milky white cum just keep coming, your cock twitching in your hand and Ryoko's visibly throbbing as both of you empty your balls, decorating Kanna's tongue, face, hair, and tits, and practically filling up her open mouth before she manages to swallow. By the time you're both done she's practically glazed from shoulders to the top of her head, wobbling in place, and finally slumping forward with her ass in the air, showing off her somewhat gaping rear hole.\n\n"Drag the little slut into my private bathroom to clean her up, then stuff her in the closet. I'll take her home with me once everyone's out of the building," you order Ryoko in a professional tone as you move to clean up a bit and get dressed. "She can come back to school once we've gotten some of the new uniforms in. By then her hair and contacts will be within dress code, too."\n\n"Yes, Patissier-sama," Ryoko chirps, grabbing Kanna by her gooey hair and hauling her into the small room connected to your office.\n\nYou spend the rest of the day doing administrative work, keeping yourself cheerful thinking of the cute teenage girl curled up in your closet waiting for you to take her home at the end of the day and use her as a fucktoy. Once the school has cleared out, you call for a car and driver (from Katsuko's list of approved services, of course, since they're all assured to be 'discreet'), drape a jacket just barely long enough over Kanna, and lead her out. You have her blow you the entire drive home, the driver smiling and nodding at you when you notice him glancing at the mirror. Once home, you move to the computer and have her resume sucking you off while you calmly do some online shopping, including one marked as near-instant drone delivery. Some very scanty clothing and ultra magnum condoms... you wonder if the packing clerk at the facility is amused, or immune to such deliveries by now.\n\nOnce it's arrived and you've ordered dinner (having Kanna blow the delivery boy as his tip, although you alter his memory of that a little bit to make him equally satisfied but not actually remember that you're keeping a naked teenage girl in your home) and eaten, you move to the bedroom. There you spend the next three hours fucking Kanna's holes with utter abandon, pounding her mouth, slamming her ass, and after sheathing up in colorful, extra strong latex, pistoning her pussy. The high school girl squeals and moans or quags adoringly as you make use of her, constantly begging for more, asserting that she's your fuckpet and exists only to serve you. You're fairly certain that even without mental orders assuring you're top dog over Ryoko, she'd think it anyway, but you make sure to give her some of those too. Eventually you recognize the necessity of sleep, pull out of her, and flop over to close your eyes. About an hour later you awaken in the darkness, already hot and horny again, and simply slide your cock up Kanna's ass, the girl awakening with you already pounding away at her. The rest of the night passes like that... if you wake up first, you push your cock up her ass and fuck her. If she wakes up first, you wake up to her with your cock down her throat and her tongue on your balls.\n\nIn the morning you feel quite refreshed, but Kanna looks rather tired, poor dear. Well, she'll have time to rest today. But first you have her dress up in the clothes you ordered last night, a blue pleated skirt that will just barely cover her pussy and ass if she stands completely still and upright, and a tight white shirt that will bare some of the undersides of her breasts. You send her out to buy the two of you breakfast at the convenience store, cautioning her to make sure she's not seen actually entering or leaving the house. Once she's returned and the two of you have had breakfast and she's sucked you off again, you shower, dress, and pause at the door to give her instructions. "If someone comes to the door, make sure you're out of sight, don't answer. Don't answer the phone either, obviously. Tidy up around here, and do some grocery shopping with the money I left. Make sure to wear only this outside, and don't get caught or seen coming or going from the house. Other than that you're free to rest and enjoy yourself as you like." You start to walk out, then pause and turn back to her, grinning. "Ah, but do make sure your ass is constantly lubed up and ready for my cock. Just in case I decide to stop by on my lunch break."\n\n"Yes, Mistress," Kanna sighs dreamily, leaning up to meet you as you move in for a deep kiss, tongue swirling around hers.\n\nOn arrival at the school, Ryoko greets you, then passes over your school electronic tablet with the day's updates. "We've put through the alterations to the school rules, and offered the severance packages to the older teachers, all of which have been accepted... though some required a little extra nudging. They'll finish out the week, and the new ones will start on Monday. We should have the new uniforms by the weekend as well, and be able to start scheduling events that will encourage buying new uniforms by next week as well." Her dark-painted lips quirk up a little. "Did you enjoy Kanna, Patissier-sama?"\n\n"Indeed I did," you reply cheerfully as you move to sit at your desk. You know you should feel guilty for using one of your students like a live-in prostitute, but, well, she's just so <i>good</i> at being a fucktoy! Maybe it's simply meant to be her calling.\n\n"Has it perhaps made you reconsider using her as a tool among the student population?" she asks, her tone going rather carefully neutral, which makes you eye her. "I mean, she is quite an attractive little thing, and looks so very natural and beautiful with her lips stretched and throat bulged around a cock. I wouldn't truly blame you if you decided to keep her for yourself, instead."\n\n<hr>\n[[You're going to keep her.|HelenJP]]\n\n[[She's still a tool.|HelenJP]]

"Ah, that's really good of you, thank you," you answer. "My, uh, tribe didn't approve of clothing or armor, but I'd definitely be better off. Thanks a bunch!"\n\nYou actually think the half-orc blushes some as she reaches into her pack and pulls out the silvery metal garment, nudging her horse forward so she can pass it over. You take a moment to pull your quiver and bow off, after a moment's thought resting them on your own back half before pulling on the chainmail shirt. Despite being made of metal, it stretches easily enough, as if it were a t-shirt, and it fits like one too... at least across the chest. It hugs against the fronts of your breasts and a bit against the underside before dangling down loose around your human half's middle, clinking lightly. Oh well, best you're gonna get. While it's cold, at least it doesn't seem to be chafing. Ah, the miracles of magic.\n\n"A tragedy," Bane says dryly, before nudging his own horse forward. "Well, come along, new friend. We've miles to go yet, best get started."\n\nYou settle in beside the lot, trotting along beside the party's horses. You notice that they all seem to be riding stallions, including Bane, who requires a special saddle to do so. Thurkar's is even bigger than the others, practically a Clydesdale, and you quickly learn to ride at least beside if not ahead of him, lest you be distracted by the immense swinging balls of his mount. As you go, the others share brief hints of their backstory. Amana's is pretty typical for a tiefling adventurer (though you figure it would be impolite to say so), shunned and hated for her appearance as a child, especially once it was discovered her talents ran to the dark arts, but struggling valiantly against the darkness of her inner nature and trying to show it through her actions. Bane, adventurous of spirit and eager to leave his bland, homebody village behind, discovering Amana on a trip to the city and deciding it would be quite the lark to go out and about with another outcast (and, you're pretty sure, hot female). Shae, rescued from a lynch mob that blamed her for a string of robberies (though whether she actually committed them isn't commented on). And Thurkar, wanting to prove he was the strongest of all his clan brothers, to return home in triumph.\n\n"We're all misfits after a fashion," Bane chirps. "Even Thurkar. Though strength is highly prized, most of his clan's dragonborn only test theirs against each other. Thurkar is the only one to desire to prove himself against creatures even bigger and meaner." Which Thurkar gives a pleased grunt to, nodding his scaly head.\n\nObviously it's your turn now, so you do your best to keep things general and somewhat close to the truth, for memory's sake. You had a mostly normal upbringing among your people, though your parents were more artists than warriors. One day you wandered off from your people, got lost, and found yourself along the road. You spotted the party approaching, decided they might eventually lead you home, or at least to interesting things and prosperity, so you approached them.\n\n"Not long on details, are you?" Amana says dryly, before laughing lightly. "It's fine. Neither are the rest of us, for the most part. No need to go into every little thing, we all have things we'd rather keep to ourselves." You notice that this time it's Shae who gives a slight nod at that, your sensitive ears picking out the half-orc's sigh.\n\nEventually the light begins to fade, and Bane asks you to pick out a good place to make camp. You wander ahead, glancing around, and are surprised to find you can easily spot the ideal conditions for a campground. Huh, you must have ranks in Survival now. You beckon the others to a clearing near the road that will keep you in view of it, but is a short walk to a stream and has a smaller area near a fallen log to tie the horses.\n\n"Excellent!" Bane chirps as he draws his own horse up, moving it over in front of the log. He nimbly hops down and moves to tie the reins, then looks at you. "Ah, yes... well I suppose..." He trails off, glancing back and forth between the spot on one side of the log, and the middle of the clearing.\n\nYour eyebrows raise. "Are you seriously thinking of asking me to stay with the horses?"\n\n"Well, my dear, it's not that I don't want your company," he answers, obviously a bit uncomfortable. "It's just that, to be honest, I worry about you stumbling over the necessities the rest of us have for a campsite. Wouldn't want you putting a hoof in the fire or somesuch and hurting yourself, you are rather larger than the rest of us."\n\n<hr>\n[[Insist on staying in the camp.|GGCentaur1x4]]\n\n[[Agree to stay with the horses.|GGCentaur2x1]]

You are female. You have boobs, a vagoo, and a butt. Woohoo!\n\nNow it's time to choose your age. The younger you are, the more you're likely to get into the really strange and wonderful situations, but you've also got a lot less agency... it's much easier for others to take control of your life. You've also got less resources of your own to go around. The older you are, the more mundane your adventures are likely to be, but similarly the more you're in command of your own fate. You're also much more likely to have money and property of your own.\n\n<b>[[Teenager|chargenteenfemale]]</b>: As a teenage female, you've got the whole world ahead of you, both the fantastical and the mundane. You're also far more likely to be able to get away with things than anyone else... on the other hand, you're far more likely to attract trouble than anyone else, too.\n\n<b>[[Young Adult|chargenyafemale]]</b>: You're starting to gain responsibilities, and there are as many mundane everyday adventures ahead of you as fantastical ones. On the other hand you likely at least live away from your parents, and have a bit of money of your own!\n\n<b>[[Adult|chargenadultfemale]]</b>: The course of your life is pretty well established by now. You've almost certainly got a place of your own, finances of your own, and most likely a family of your own as well. Mostly mundane adventures await (maybe), but hey, as a woman you're also in the sexual prime of your life!\n\n<b>[[Middle-Aged|chargenmafemale]]</b>: You're going to have to face it, most of your best years are probably behind you. Even if you've aged well, people are starting to call you a "handsome woman". Still, you know who you are and have a pretty firm grip on your life... it's rare for anyone to make you do what you don't want to do.

You will yourself back to the opponent selection screen for John Bigballs. Now, what series to pick your next opponent from?\n\n[[Final Fantasy VII|GG-FF-BB-FF7Start]]\n\n[[Sailor Moon|GG-FF-BB-SMStart]]\n\n[[Darkstalkers|GG-FF-BB-DSStart]]\n\n[[Street Fighter|GG-FF-BB-SFStart]]\n\n[[You've had enough fun, time to upload the patch.|GG-FF-Upload]]

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

'The Kinda Kinky Caveman', huh? Wow. What is it with every cheap romance novel feeling the need for pink 'handwriting' text somewhere? And is there some sort of study that says alliteration makes moms moist? Because you'd really thought most of these 'time travel to meet a traditionally masculine but still sensitive and caring musclestud' novels had moved online, so the only people who must be coming to the library for them can only be middle-aged housewives who can't work a Kindle. (You assume.) Unless, ha, what if this was Miss Priss's pick? That'd be good for a laugh. It's kind of funny seeing a mostly-naked dude just settled onto the shelf amidst classic children's literature, and that's half the reason you pick it up and start flipping through it. To laugh at it, of course, it's not like you're checking if there's any more pictures of the dude on the cover, not at all.\n\nYou blink as the lights go out, the suddenness of it making you shift, then give out a yelp as you stumble and fall backwards on your ass. "Ow! What the fu-" You suddenly realize that the surface you're sitting on is way too hard, rough, and uneven to be the library floor, and take a better look around. You're... not in the library. Or a building. Or a town. In fact you seem to be halfway up a small mountain or cliff face, on a broad stone plateau that gently slopes downward. At least, from what you can see by the stars and full moon... although that's pretty friggin' bright, and seems noticeably bigger than it should be. A bit ahead there's a cave opening, and faintly flickering firelight visible from somewhere inside.\n\n"... O... kay," you murmur as you stand up. You're in a very odd situation, and you don't know how you got here. The first thing you can think to do is take stock of what you have. Okay, you've got yourself, your clothes, your phone (no bars, no 4G, no wi-fi), your bag which contains your sunglasses, a small first aid kit, a flip knife that you carry to open packages (and people, if you have to defend yourself, though you're not sure how good it would really be at that), assorted little bits of cosmetics, some candy, a USB battery, and an electric arc lighter that you use for incense (mostly). Oh, and the book. ... Well, you guess you've taken it out of the library, no harm in putting it in your bag now. You tuck it in, then jump at the sound of something yowling off in the distance. That... didn't sound quite like a wolf. But it did sound big. You probably shouldn't just stand around here out in the open.\n\n<hr>\n[[Go into the cave ahead.|GGCave]]\n\n[[Go up the slope.|GGCave]]\n\n[[Go down the slope.|GGCave]]

As the three werewolf cocks pound into you, growing closer and closer to release, you reach out with the power you've already exerted over them, seeking to turn it into a clamp, a lock. As all three throw back their heads and howl, you push through with your power as your orgasm sweeps over you, letting it drive your focus outward and through them. Even as all three empty their big furry balls into you, there's a glimmer and shine as studded metal collars flicker into being around their necks, a purple metal ring clicking into place at the front of them to fasten it closed forever. Their already animal red eyes glaze over further, the last traces of free will or thought disappearing from them, turning glassy and obedient.\n\nOnce you've ridden out your own orgasm, you mentally nudge the three away from you. The two that had been at your sides are looking around at their now-collared brethren, seeming vaguely confused... but that all disappears as you turn and shift, sliding your gaping, cum-smeared asshole over one of them's jutting canine cock, and wrapping your tits around the base of the other one, massaging his knot with them as you suck and lick at the pointed tip. Soon both are fucking away at you with even more abandon than when they were teenage boys, huffing and panting and barking as their big, inhuman hands grab at your ass and tits, eager to spill their loads into you and over you... and, of course, the moment they do, you urge the command spell into place, fastening collars around their necks and claiming them forever.\n\nThere's only one werewolf left now, and it seems to be hesitating, actually drawing back from you. Though its human mind is gone, obviously some animal cunning is left, and it seems to have realized that its collared brethren have been robbed of something. Perhaps in instinctive desire to hold onto its wild and free nature, it turns as if to bolt... only to hesitate as you turn your ass towards it, reaching back to grip your asscheeks with both hands, pulling so that both your pussy and pucker will be nicely on display to him.\n\n"C'mon, baby," you coo, shaking your displayed holes at him. "You know you wanna fuck Mama and be her slave forever. Give up the rest of that pesky free will and be a pet."\n\nThere's only another brief hesitation... before the big werewolf is grabbing your waist and thrusting its cock into your pussy, pounding away at you eagerly as you moan and coo happily. You've little doubt that its animal brain comprehends that it's giving up all freedom, all will, all choice, but who cares when it's got the chance to mate with such a delectable hole as yours? You lick your lips, rocking back against him and letting your tits sway and wobble freely, your skin glistening with enough cum to almost reflect the shape of the full moon as it shines down from above.\n\nIn almost no time at all, the wolf is howling, the slave collar manifesting around its neck. As you can feel your power increasing, the absolute power of being in control of the bodies and souls of what were once vital teenage boys, you let out a wicked giggle.\n\n"Good boy!"\n\n<hr>\n[[Game Over.|HollyWitch1xEnd]]

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

"No, no way, that's not good enough," you reply flatly, wagging a hand in the air (and being very careful to keep it well out of his reach as you do so). "What if my 'natural end' is that I go out and get hit by a car tomorrow or something? I'd be trading one day of not-so-much power for an eternity of slavery. And doooon't think I didn't notice how specific you got saying you'd be my guardian against <i>others</i>, buster," you add with a scowl as you lean in a bit towards him, his head turning away a bit and ears twitching. "You have to protect me from everyone <i>including</i> yourself. And I want 1000 years."\n\n"Mmmn. You <i>are</i> canny," Tiberius notes in a rather admiring tone as he turns his head back towards you and tilts it a bit. His huge blue-black tongue lolls out a bit as his lips curl up, a bit of steam wafting from inside his mouth. "Actually I'm quite starting to like you. How about... seventy-five years?"\n\n"Thousand," you answer instantly and flatly.\n\n"A century. Really, a century is a very good guarantee for this sort of deal."\n\n"Thousand."\n\n"Oh for..." Tiberius lets out a steamy huff, then leans his head in right up to the edge of the circle, muzzle angle down as if he were pressing a bit against some invisible barrier. "200 years, and that is the best offer."\n\n"Thou-"\n\n"No, listen to me, Cyan. If we were arguing this in 1023 AD, I would be quite tempted to give in to your request for 1000 years. But I want you to consider how increasingly hard to get away with anything it is these days with all the cameras and increased population, and then I want you to consider what it will be like in 2223, let alone in 3023, assuming you all make it that far."\n\nThat <i>does</i> give you pause. You eye him as you consider, not quite willing to move just yet.\n\n"How about this," Tiberius says in an even tone, but not that overly casual one you're learning is a warning. "I'll spend 200 years on Earth as your loyal servant, and you'll spend 200 years in the lower planes as mine. After that we can renegotiate the nature of our relationship from scratch. Now, that's a <i>far</i> more fair deal than you'd get from any other demon, and I only offer it because I'm actually starting to look forward to our association. Take it or leave it."\n\nThat does indeed sound reasonable. You waffle a bit more over the whole thing for all of five seconds or so before nodding. "Okay, done deal."\n\n"Very well, then the contract is made," Tiberius booms. You watch as what looks like a thick, smooth black metal collar appears around his neck, glowing with tiny golden words in some intimidating-looking script. Then you give a rather loud squeak as you feel heat low on your belly, and yank your shirt up to see the black outline of artistic but definitely demonic-looking wings... no, they're actually spread paws, you realize... crawl over your skin just above your crotch, partly hidden by your jeans. A heart forms in the center, an open space in the center like it's still missing something, the deep black of the tattoo lines glowing with the same tiny, golden script. At the same time, both his collar and your tattoo fade, looking like no more than metal and ink.\n\n"Dude what the hell?!"\n\n"Well we both had to be marked with our bond somehow. They contain the essence of the contract we've signed should it need to be reviewed," Tiberius says in a reasonable tone. "All that remains is for us to complete the bond and be marked with one another's sigils."\n\n"Fine, fine. Kinda boss tattoo anyway," you admit under your breath, tugging your shirt back down. "So how do we complete the bond?"\n\nTiberius gives you a smirk that somehow perfectly blends the essence of the human expression and the canine version, panting more of that steamy breath out as that broad blue-black tongue lolls. A slight motion catches your eye and draws your gaze back downward, where you can see the motion of his cock starting to slide out of its sheath. Your eyes widen as you see it, both at, well, just <i>seeing</i> it and everything else about it. The sheer size of the canine member with its scooped, spearlike head would be one thing, the deep, glistening red color of it, practically dripping with moisture already all over. But the thick, throbbing veins running just below its surface glow with that fiery magma look to them, and you can see the very faintest bit of heat distortion wafting off of the whole thing, including the thick knot that settles just out of the sheath, a sort of double-chambered bulge with a series of almost draconic ridges running between the two halves of it.\n\n"Oh, don't worry, it's perfectly safe," Tiberius assures you with a chuckle, making you yank your gaze back up to his face. "For you. I can choose to hold back when I wish... but as I'm incapable of doing you harm even if I wish, no worries either way, hmmm?"\n\n<hr>\n[["... Do we have to?"|GGMB]]\n\n[["... Well I mean, if we have to!"|GGMB1x7]]

"So, uh... this 'Moneyshot' ability," you ask, feeling your cheeks heat. "Does it work if you just, y'know... yourself?"\n\n"No, it's gotta be with somebody else. Seems to work best with human girls, t'judge by how much Jessie got when she wanted to put that down payment on-" He blinks, then looks at you. "Uh, why?"\n\n"Look, I've been sent on an actual Pokemon journey instead of just the little jaunt I thought I was gonna be on, right?" you ask. When he nods, you continue. "So I don't have that much money on me, just enough for a day or two of vacation stuff. And in case you haven't noticed, she kicked me out of there without so much as a sleeping bag. So unless we wanna do a lot of sleeping on the cold hard ground..."\n\n"Hm, yeah, see whatcha mean. Kinda a rocky start ta things huh?" Meowth agrees, nodding. Then he squints. "You sure about this?"\n\n"I guess? I mean, let's get off the trail at least." You stand up and walk off of the packed earth trail, Meowth trotting ahead quickly. Once the two of you are out of visual range of the path, he hops up to stand on a convenient rock and turns around to face you. Your eyes go wide at the sight of a large, glistening pink shaft jutting up from his crotch, a cream-furred sheath at the base of it as well as a heavy set of balls. "Where the hell'd that come from?!" you yelp.\n\n"Eh? Always been here," Meowth chirps back, reaching down to stroke his cock with one paw. "You didn't notice?"\n\nYou're pretty sure you'd have noticed that! Still, it seems pointless to argue with him, so you walk over slowly and settle down to your knees in front of him. He moves his paw away as you bring your own hand up, carefully wrapping it around the slick length and starting to stroke. "At least it's not all... spiky," you murmur as you look at the eight inches of glistening pink point-tipped tube.\n\n"Heheh, Pokemon are different in some ways," he replies, a purr rumbling in his voice. "G'wan, give it a lick, if you really wanna do this."\n\nSlowly, glancing up at him as you lean in, you move to flick your tongue over the tip of Meowth's cock. He makes a happy mewling noise, which you can't help but find really cute. You give a few more small licks, before moving in to try a longer one. Meowth continues to mewl and purr encouragingly, so after a few more licks you slide your lips over the tip of his cock and slip forward a bit, sliding it into your mouth and sucking experimentally. It feels... weird and kind of good all hot and throbbing on your tongue, even if it's very strange to be giving a blowjob to an upright cat with a gold coin on his forehead. Still, Meowth seems to be reacting well, so you continue bobbing your head, trying to work out how to get it deeper in.\n\n"H-hey Sam... show me yer tits, huh?" Meowth requests after a moment. "That'd... kinda help."\n\nYou pause, then shrug a little. Well, you've come this far, if that's what works for him. You lean back from his cock, sitting on your heals and shrugging out of your jacket, setting your cap on top of it before pulling off your shirt and the sportsbra under it, baring your perky B-cups and the stiff brown nipples capping them. You lean forward again, wrapping a hand around the lower half of his cock and stroking lightly as you begin sucking on the tip again.\n\n"Ohhhh... oh yeah, baby, thassit," Meowth groans, closing his eyes and leaning his head back briefly, before looking at you and kitty-grinning excitedly. "And... and stick your ass out some, huh?"\n\nFeeling the urge to blush despite all of it, you shift a bit, raising up on your knees and jutting your denim-clad butt out a bit more, jeans riding down enough to give Meowth a glimpse of your panties and asscrack. You can't help but wiggle it just a little as you resume bobbing your head and stroking Meowth off, the Pokemon moaning and mewling louder and louder. Suddenly he yowls, and you get a hot rush of something spicy-salty in your mouth, making you swallow mostly out of surprise. You can hear a jingling sound and feel something cool and light plinking against your back and hear it on the ground around you as another flood of Pokecum fills your mouth. You swallow more for lack of anything better to do this time, though a fair bit of it runs down your chin.\n\nAfter a moment, you pull back, absently rubbing your thumb over your chin to wipe up some of Meowth's cum as you glance around. The ground is littered with gleaming gold coins like the one on Meowth's forehead. Quite a lot of them, enough that your eyes widen in surprise. Meowth is panting as he glances around, then hehs. "Yer first time givin' a blowie? First times usually pay out more, seems like."\n\n<hr>\n[["Well, we have enough, let's go."|PokeSam]]\n\n[["... You can do that again, right?"|PokeSam2x5]]

Swallowing more from an intense rush of desire this time, you say, "You can do that again, right? Like, go again?"\n\n"Yeah, I got plenty more points, really, I-" Meowth blinks, then stares as you stand up long enough to unclasp your belt and undo your jeans, shoving both down and worming out of them and your shoes and socks. Now naked, you settle onto all fours facing away from him, wagging your bare ass and dripping pussy at him.\n\n"... Turns out that getting paid is kinda a turnon," you murmur, your cheeks bright as you look over your shoulder at him. Making sure it's clear what you want, you reach between your legs and use two fingers to spread your pink teenage pussy for him. "Gotta figure the payout on this first time would be even bigger, huh?"\n\nMeowth only hesitates for a moment, before leaping forward, winding up clinging to your ass and hips. The cat-sized Pokemon thrusts that stiff eight inches along the cleft of your ass a few times while you gasp and wiggle your hips, before he shifts enough to slide into position. Then you're feeling him push inside you, your virgin pussy claimed by a talking feline, who moans out as he pushes deep inside you. You're gasping and moaning as well, feeling him so big and thick in your pussy, even though his whole body is clinging to your ass. Still, his position seems to give him plenty of leverage to start fucking you hard and fast once he's pushed all the way in, furry balls swinging forward to slap against you. \n\nYou can't help but shake your ass in a rather whorish way as he fucks away at you, the movements swaying him around as well since he's clinging to your hips with his whole body. Of course, you are a whore... you wanted him to fuck you, but you definitely, absolutely want him to pay you for it with his ability, and the thought of that rain of gold that will come with him dumping his load into your previously virgin cunt has it squeezing and shuddering around his inhuman cock in excitement. Your perky tits jut beneath you as you arch your back, moaning out an 'Oh FUCK!' as he continues pumping away at your ass.\n\nYou glance over your shoulder at him, shivering some at seeing that tiny little body hugged to you despite fucking you with a big fat cock. Then you look ahead, across the open ground and grass, and the strand of trees that's all that's separating you from the trail, where someone could step off and almost instantly see you being fucked by a Pokemon with gold scattered on the ground around you, marking you as the prostitute you are now. The thought sends a shameful surge of pleasure through you, and you moan loudly as your pussy flutters around Meowth's prick in orgasm.\n\nHe fucks you to another two climaxes before finally giving his own yowl and slamming his cock into you. You feel the heat and wetness inside you grow as the sound of jingling fills the air, and the sound and sight of those gold coins raining to the ground makes you cum again, harder than ever, your whole body trembling and hips bucking, making the cat Pokemon clinging to your ass waggle around as his tail thrashes and his cock pumps shot after shot of animal cum into you.\n\nFinally, though, he hops back, your pussy left dribbling his cum down your thighs. Blushing some as your head clears, you look around. "... Wow." That... is a lot of coins. Getting to your feet, you pull on your clothes, panties squishing against your pussy and quickly becoming soaked with cum and clinging to your folds, while Meowth starts collecting the coins. Once you're dressed, you join him, and eventually the two of you have armfuls of the stuff. Luckily it somehow all fits in your pouch when you try to put it away.\n\n"Whew! We oughtta be set for awhile off that haul, babe!" Meowth purrs. "So what's the plan now?"\n\n<hr>\n[[Stay in a luxury hotel.|PokeSam]]\n\n[[Buy someone's high-level Pokemon.|PokeSam]]\n\n[[Invest.|PokeSam]]

It seems unfair to leave him in that little carrier for however long it would take you to go around. So maybe you'll lose a roll of toilet paper or some ceramic googaw, still no reason to leave a poor little kitty lingering in a box. You bend down and undo the clasp on the carrier, swinging the door open, the cat immediately prancing out fancy-as-you-please and coming to stand in front of you.\n\nYou yelp and stagger back a few steps as there's a sudden <i>pomf</i> and a cloud of purple smoke rises up from around the cat. What the heck?! It clears quickly though, and your eyes widen at what looks like a boy of about fifteen standing there. He's sleek, pretty, and a bit toned, with dark hair clipped short and rather distinctive purple eyes... and a pair of cat ears atop his head. Your eyes are drawn downward by the flick of his tail, which of course puts them right on his... well, it's a rather pretty cock, really, fitting his overall sleek and slender build.\n\n"Thank you, Myistress, it was awfully boring in there," he says cheerfully, putting a hand across his bare waist and the other behind his back, bowing towards you. "My name is Zane, and I am your new familiar. I'm at your service of course, mya."\n\n<hr>\n[[... c-cute... must touch...|HollyWitch]]\n\n[[Purple catboy needs clothes, badly.|HollyWitch1x2]]

Angling to head across the yard and to the fence, you open it up, the boys murmuring a bit more behind you. "It's such a lovely Halloween night," you expound with a glance over your shoulder, winking again. "With a lovely full moon. Might as well enjoy it, right?" For emphasis, you reach back and flip the back flap of your dress aside, flashing your bare ass at them. After that they certainly seem eager to agree.\n\nSashaying across to a nice large area of open grass, you turn and start undoing the faux-corset, letting them all stand and watch as you draw it off and toss it aside. Knowing you can easily enough fix it later, you snag the bottom of one of the hip-slits and smoothly pull it open, tearing the dress up the side until it parts completely, falling away from your naked body and leaving you in nothing but the hat, choker, necklaces, and flats. Raising a hand, you beckon to the two stunned boys in the lead, both of them drawing in as if mesmerized. You coo softly as you reach down, rubbing their stiff pricks through the front of their jeans, before deftly undoing said jeans and fishing out those hard teenage cocks. You're not sure if these two were just already fairly well-endowed, if you've got them particularly turned-on, or maybe it's the full moon... you sort of recall an old wive's tale about full moons making men harder and longer than usual.\n\nWhatever it is, you do have a fair bit to stroke as you begin gently jerking them both off, their moans and gasps sounding muffled through their masks. That's actually kind of sexy, so since the others are similarly starting to eagerly open up their pants or even shed clothing, you announce, "But remember, the masks stay on, boys. Only wolves get to fuck this witch," you add with a giggle as they hesitate briefly, then all start eagerly nodding. \n\nSoon you're on all fours, one of the masked boys pounding into your pussy from behind, his hands gripping your waist and his hips slapping against your ass to make it jiggle. You've arched your back up to jut your tits forward, the boy in front of you pressing them together, his fingers sinking into the sides a bit as he thrusts his prick between them, your boobs jiggling with the impact of his own hips, nipples jutting out stiff in the cool night air. You coo up at him, eyes sparkling as you make little encouraging sounds, urging both of them on as they fuck you with all the lack of technique but utter enthusiasm of youth. Gathered around you are the rest of the group, many in just their masks, with possibly a shirt left on here and there, stroking and jerking their eager, throbbing young pricks under the light of the full moon, eyes gazing out hungry and jealous and impatient for their turn from behind their wolf masks.\n\nOf course the flip side of lack of experience is that it doesn't take long before both boys to moan loudly and thrust forward, one spilling himself inside your pussy and the other cumming all over your tits, thick spurts of white gushing up out of your cleavage and dribbling all over the slopes of your boobs. But they're quickly enough replaced by another pair, another werewolf-masked teen pushing into your already cum-smeared pussy. The one that moves in front, though, you lower your head, this time wrapping your mouth around his prick and starting to bob your head some as you rock back against the thrusts of the other. The brim of your witch's hat gets pushed up by his stomach and chest as you urge him into fucking your face, your cum-smeared tits now hanging down under you, dripping bits of thick white cream down onto the grass.\n\n'Mmmm, but I don't want them to stop being bad boys,' you think with glee as the fresh pair continue eagerly pounding you, feeling those eager slaps of hips against your generous rear and how much the one in front is throbbing against your tongue. You're not sure where the thought comes from, but you realize that it would be just as easy to... stoke that wickedness up. To take advantage of the date, and the full moon, and their choice of costume, and do something very, very naughty indeed. And as your pussy is filled once again and hot, sweet-salty teenage cum pours over your tongue and down your throat, you resolve to do exactly that.\n\nThe latest pair falls back from you as if suddenly exhausted. But the others certainly don't care, and you quickly take another pair of them in your pussy and mouth, while beckoning two more over so you can start jerking them off. You moan and coo around a mouthful of cock to encourage all four of them, the ones at your sides just as eagerly fucking into your hands as the ones forward and behind are fucking your holes. Your tits are left to swing even more freely below you, unhampered by your arms and now on full display, cum-moisturized skin glistening in the moonlight. Almost too soon you've urged these four over the edge, the two fucking your hands groaning and spurting far enough to paint your hanging tits again, while the ones behind and forward both pull out, shuddering as they spurt their loads across your round, pale ass and your smirking face.\n\nThey all topple backwards as if exhausted too, leaving just one more boy, one you've already fucked once. He looks just a bit worried at the sudden collapse of his friends, but doesn't resist as you pull him down onto his back in the grass and swing astride him, sliding your now well-used pussy over his cock and starting to ride, moaning and cooing eagerly down at him. His eyes behind his mask quickly go from vaguely concerned to completely glazed with lust... and then more and more lust floods them, drowning out all the human thought as they turn red. He lets out a growl as he reaches out to grab your hips and starts bucking up into you, even as that mask of his starts looking less and less like cheap rubber, the once blunt fangs now sharp and glistening in the moonlight. The once obviously fake fur now spreads down from the neck of the mask and over his shoulders and chest, which are swelling and broadening with muscle... even as you can feel his cock changing shape inside you, growing steadily longer and much thicker, the tip tapering to a point that jabs deeper inside you, your pussylips starting to thump against a swelling at the base.\n\nAll around you, the other boys are starting to rise... except they're not boys anymore. Aleady having absorbed the moonlight and your more deliberate urging of the wickedness inside them to take concrete form, by the time they reach their feet they're already towering, lumbering werewolves, canine muzzles drawn back to bare their teeth, powerful arms ending in long-fingered hands tipped with impressive claws. And more than that, their cocks jut from their sheaths, all of them massive, glistening red rockets, vein-lined crimson pricks eager to fuck without restraint... as the now fully-transformed werewolf beneath you shows, snarling as he grips your waist more firmly, virtually encircling it with his large hands as he pounds his canine cock up into your cunt. Soon one of the other wolves has moved behind you, pointed tip of his prick pushing into your pucker, sliding deep into your ass while another begins fucking your face, your hands wrapping around two more eager wolfcocks as the lumbering beasts step expectantly into position. Your eyes roll at the feel of those inhuman, enchanted pricks slamming into your ass and pussy, your throat bulging with it and the wetness coating that powerful puppy prick smearing all over your lips and chin as his knot thumps against your mouth.\n\nThere's not a single bit of human thought or memory left in those blazing red eyes as they gaze down or up at you, just sheer animal lust and desire, a base intelligence to serve and fuck their owner... you.\n\n<hr>\n[[Turn them loose once you're done with them.|HollyWitch1ax1]]\n\n[[Keep them. Forever.|HollyWitch1x8]]

You lick your lips and grin at the thought. A bunch of eager teenage cock and you won't even get in trouble for it? Well, too, apparently you'll be improving society a bit too by putting the boys on a more kind and caring path. That's totally the real reason you're doing this, you assure yourself as you set your bag down against the car tire.\n\nTotally.\n\nWinking at Zane as his signal to make himself scarce, you saunter down the street towards the boys as the cat leaps off your shoulder and goes scurrying back towards the house, no doubt to find a good spot to watch from. (You somehow have little doubt he'll be able to get inside just fine if he needs to, despite the door being locked.) You sashay along the sidewalk, steadily approaching the group of teens where they're lurking with their stash of vandalism-fodder.\n\nAs you approach, they all suddenly go quiet, some of them looking like they're about to go scurrying off. But perhaps it's the sexiness of your costume that keeps them standing there staring instead. All of them seem to be dressed as werewolves, with masks of varying levels of authenticity, though most of them are just wearing said masks and normal clothes. "Hi, boys!" you call cheerfully, raising a hand to wave to them. \n\n"Yeah, whadda you want?" one of them says in a sulky tone. My my, how rude. You're definitely going to have to fix him! you think as you reach out to cup his crotch and start fondling it, fingers rubbing and squeezing gently. You watch his eyes widen behind the mask, and hear a gasp from the boy across from him as you reach over to start doing the same.\n\n"Mm, I want some cock," you coo, continuing to rub both of them, their dicks having rapidly become stiff and throbbing through their jeans. You take your hands away to reach up, pulling down the front of your witch robe and letting your bare tits come spilling out. That seems to have them staring more than ever, mouths visibly agape no matter what sort of mask they're wearing, pretty much. You smile and give your shoulders a shake to make your boobs wobble for them, then tug the front back up... well, halfway or so, still leaving the tops of your rosy nipples visible. "So why don't the lot of you come back to my place and give it to me?" you add, winking before turning and sauntering back towards your house, making sure to sway your hips enough to make your ass shake for them.\n\nAs you might have expected, they immediately come scurrying after you, abandoning the bags of toilet paper and eggs. There's a little bit of excited murmuring, mostly some exchanges of "Dude!" back and forth, but they seem to feel that if they speak up too much it might thwart whatever good fortune has visited this opportunity on them. Giggling a little to yourself, you decide to lead them to the-\n\n<hr>\n[[-living room.|HollyWitch]]\n\n[[-back yard.|HollyWitch1x7]]

You've always liked cats, and rather enjoyed the sassy character on the cartoon back when you used to watch, so hey, why not. "I'll take the Meowth, sure."\n\n"Alright then!" She taps a key, and you blink as part of the floor opens, and a little pillar with a Pokeball on top rises up. Wow, they really put a lot of work into this. You can't help but grin as you notice that the Pokeball has little kitty ears on top and whiskers drawn coming out from the button on the front, making it the 'nose'. Professor Ivy picks it up, then gives a 'Hup!' as she tosses it. You yelp as it actually splits apart and spews a flicker of red energy that arcs through the air and hits the floor in front of you, gradually resolving into a feline figure on all fours. It glances back and forth, the little medallion on its forehead glinting in the light. \n\nIt looks up at you, then you're fairly certain it clears its throat before announcing, "Meooooow!"\n\n"It's... it's..." you stammer. \n\n"Your Meowth, dear, yes," Professor Ivy chirps. "Now, here's your Pokeballs, your Pokedex and a map and other items you need are in the pouch," she continues, holding out a relatively stylish fannypack with Pokeballs clipped around the belt. \n\nA little numbly, you clip the pack around your waist, then after a moment bend to scoop up the gangly-legged cat, which gives another "Meooooow!" as you hug it to your chest. Well, it's still pretty cute, even if a little weird-looking. You follow Professor Ivy to a back door and walk through, blinking as you abruptly find yourself standing on a path in a wooded area. You look at the gym behind you, but the door's already slid closed, and doesn't open when you step back towards it. "..." After a few moments you huff a little, setting off down the path. After a minute you glance down at the cat in your arms, seeing its feet swaying. "An actual Meowth. This is pretty weird."\n\n"Hey, if I'm so weird, how come yer huggin' me ta yer boobs, huh?"\n\nYou stop dead still, eyes widening as you look down at the Meowth again, seeing it grinning up at you.\n\n"What?"\n\n<hr>\n[["GYAH!"|PokeSam2x3]]\n\n[["AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!"|PokeSam]]

Without any real hesitation, you rise up onto the balls of your feet and balance your legs, aiming his cock upwards and nudging the blue reservoir tip of the condom up against your dripping pussy.\n\n"M-Mom, are you... are you really-?!" Ken squeaks, before it turns into a moan as you start sinking down on him, his whole body shivering visibly as your warm, wet pussy starts gripping him.\n\nSomehow you manage to remain calm despite the fact that you're being taken by only the second cock in your life, and it's your son's cock, and it's the size of a horse's and is stretching you out and already making you cum so that steady dribbles of your arousal and wetness go streaking down the blue latex covering his shaft even as you're still taking him in. "Mommy's just jerking you off with her pussy, dear, it's fine," you assure him half-breathlessly, even as you give your hips a shake to work him further down on you and settle a hand over the bulge he's starting to make on your stomach. "It will be much faster and empty you out much more if Mommy uses her pussy to stroke your cock."\n\nKen's only response is a loud moan as you steadily sink further down on him, until you're resting on his lap. For just a few seconds you sit there, basking in the feel of having your son's gloriously huge prick inside you, until you start riding him, admittedly probably more enthusiastically and with less reservation than you ever rode his father. Of course his father never bulged your belly up to practically the base of your tits, which are of course jiggling and bouncing heavily, Ken staring up at you and them with heavy-lidded eyes, seeming almost hypnotized by their motions and what's happening, let alone the feel of his mother's pussy pumping over his prick with only a thin layer of latex to separate the two.\n\n"It... it feels good," he moans out, then adds, "You... j-jerking me off... w-with your pussy, Mom..."\n\n<hr>\n[["Mommy will jerk you off with her pussy a lot from now on!"|Marei]]\n\n[["Mmf, Mommy's hole feels good jerking you off, huh?"|Marei]]\n\n[["Mommy's your sex toy from now on, baby!"|Marei]]\n\n[["Shut up and fuck me, sweetheart!"|Marei]]

"Er... when you say 'fun', you mean...?"\n\n"Well, I was thinkin', been awhile since you've got any of the good stuff, right? I figure you'd like to get some lovin', right?"\n\n"I'm not gonna cheat on my boyfriend," you assert quickly, laughing a little nervously.\n\n"Aw, c'mon, not like he ever needs to know. I mean, you said yourself he ain't been making time for you." You hesitate, and Kuan apparently decides to take that as an opportunity for a push. He slips a hand into his pocket and draws out a roll of bills thick enough to make your eyes widen some. "Tell you what, let's make it sweeter. You and me will have a real good time, and I'll throw in a hundred bucks on top of it, just to give you some extra incentive."\n\n"... uh..." You're not sure you're entirely processing this situation. Is he really suggesting...?\n\n"Or hey, you and I could fool around!" Elisa chirps, eyes twinkling as she gives her full chest a little shake, large breasts wobbling gently under her tanktop. "I mean, it's not reeeeally cheating if it's another girl, right?"\n\n"Hell yeah. Tell you what, I'd like to see that, so we'll make it $500 for you and Elisa to get it on," Kuan suggests cheerfully. "We can head back to our place, you two can have the bed to yourselves, cash up front and everything. C'mon, girl, it's just some fun, nobody's gotta know."\n\n<hr>\n[[Take $100 and do Kuan.|GGBad]]\n\n[[Take $500 and do Elisa.|GGBad]]\n\n[[Take nothing and do nothing, you're out.|GGBad]]

"Yeah, I have a boyfriend," you agree, bobbing your head. "He's nice, I really like him."\n\n"Oh yeah? Pretty serious with you two?"\n\n"I mean yeah, I guess so?" You rub the back of your neck. "I dunno what 'serious' really is at our age, but, y'know. We're close, yeah."\n\n"So how come you two aren't hanging out today, huh?" Kuan finally speaks up, voice rich and curious as he looks at you.\n\nYou make a face. "His friends have been monopolizing his time lately." It actually feels good to get some of this off of your chest, even if it is to two strangers. "Like every single time I try to find time to get together his buddies have already pressured him into plans."\n\n"What, he ain't making time for you? That's bullshit," Kuan asserts, which you can't help but give a nod of agreement to. "Got a girl like you and he isn't makin' time. I mean, is he at least giving you some good lovin' or...?"\n\n"I mean... it was good when we were, but... it's been awhile," you admit, squirming a little on the seat. "You know, finding time. And stuff." Since it's not like the two of you can just check into a motel or go to someone's apartment, it always has to be time stolen when one of you's parents are out of the house. But you decide not to mention that.\n\n"That's definitely some bullshit, baby. You must be pent up as hell." Kuan grins again, sitting back. "Y'know, we could help you with that, show you some fun. Maybe even find a good party to go to, let off some steam, y'know?"\n\n<hr>\n[[Uh, fun?|GGBad2x2]]\n\n[[Party, huh?|GGBad3x1]]

Puppy! Everyone loves puppy. Even if it did actually work, how evil could a puppy possibly be? Plus you can always use a filter to put in like... Scooby-Doo for a joke when you upload the video.\n\nYou modify the circle, then check the book again. Okay, no more warnings on the next page, though it looks like there's a different chant as well as a modification to the circle. Okay, let's see here. Clear your throat, raise a hand dramatically, use a nice, imperious tone of voice. "Fuuv fuuv! Kuut pedlrac dyga dra ghud, cu syga sa ouin pedlr! Fuuv fuuv!"\n\nYou then let out a rather bark-like yelp of shock as there's a burst of flame from the center of the circle. It doesn't seem to actually burn anything, but the rush of hot air combined with the shock is plenty to knock you on your ass, the book falling from your hand and sliding a short distance away. You give your head a hard shake, clearing some of the surprise and literal smoke, then stare. In the center of the summoning circle is a large... very large, like <i>actual</i> wolf size at the very least... dog. Except that its short coat shines almost like it was made of tiny, fine-spun bits of black metal, with parts of it along the feet and muzzle and around its eyes glowing as if they'd been heated to red-hot temperatures. A pair of black goatlike horns emerge from the top of its head and curl around its ears, jutting forward to either side of its muzzle, little cracks here and there glowing with something almost liquid, as if the horns were full of barely-contained magma. Though it's the size of a wild timber wolf, instead of the lean, sleek outline of those it's broad and thick, with wide shoulders and massive, almost bearlike paws with curling silver claws sliding out of the flame-colored toes. From your low angle you also have a good view of the particularly <i>sizeable</i> black-furred sheath and heavy round balls dangling between its hind legs, large even in proportion to the rest of it.\n\n"Holy shit," you breathe, eyes wide.\n\n"Mmm. If I chose to do so, I rather think it would be of the opposite kind," the hellhound answers in a deep, almost vibrating thrum of a voice, its muzzle moving but not in any way that really matches the words. It turns its head, locking eyes that seem to be made of blue fire that overflow the sockets slightly to wisp around its brow on you. "So you're the summoner, yes?"\n\n"I... y-yeah," you agree, since it seems pointless to deny it, slowly getting to your feet without taking your eyes off the beast.\n\n"Very well then, let's get started," he says in a voice of such steady, assured command that you feel your spine straighten instinctively. "Remove your clothes, break the seal, and bow down to me."\n\n<hr>\n[[Oh, uh, yeah, sure.|GGMB]]\n\n[[... Hey wait a second.|GGMB1x5]]

You open your mouth to start reading the jumble of syllables, then pause, frowning. More curious than anything else, you flip over to the next page.\n\n"... They <i>actually</i> put the warnings after?!" you blurt, your jaw dropping a bit.\n\nOkay, well. It's not like you really think this is going to work, but uh... just in case, yeah. Apparently there's a part of the circle that's technically not part of the <i>summoning</i> ritual, because it's instead a <i>sealing</i> ritual. Meaning, you need an extra circle around the main one to keep whatever you summon from just doing whatever the Literal Hell it wants once it's here. ... Seriously, you're just adding the sealing circle to be a completionist and because it makes the original spell circle look cool. That's it. That's all.\n\nOnce you're finished, you consult the book again. Ah, and here's some other information they maybe could have at least hinted <i>exists</i> on the prior pages! There are modifications you can make to the circle so that you can summon something more specific. As it is, you'll just get "demon", like, whatever one there is that happens to be available. But apparently there are options for summoning a Succubus or Incubus (mmm sexy, /x/ would obviously be deeply interested), something it calls a Bargainer which seems to be the kind of demon that can make all sorts of those "contracts for power" kinds of things, a Hellhound (which is apparently a very popular and powerful familiar for an aspiring witch... hmmmm), all the way up to a Lord of Hell, which can apparently grant you power beyond what even the Bargainer can offer.\n\nYou're tempted to go with the Lord of Hell just because it's obviously the most impressive of the circles, but it would also take the most time and you're wondering how much more of this your attention span can take. Still, need to pick something...\n\n<hr>\n[[Just use it as-is.|GGMB8x1]]\n\n[[Summon a Succubus.|GGMB]]\n\n[[Summon an Incubus.|GGMB]]\n\n[[Summon a Bargainer.|GGMB]]\n\n[[Summon a Hellhound.|GGMB1x4]]\n\n[[Summon a Lord of Hell.|GGMB]]

"What if we could do it all in one go?" you ask after some thought.\n\n"It'd definitely cut down on our risk, though it'd still be a big one. But there's just no way to go that amount of distance without any rest or sleep," Jane answers with a shake of the head. "We're not trained soldiers, we'd collapse of exhaustion partway there."\n\n"There has to be something around here that would let us do it. I mean, a place like this isn't exactly swimming in professional ethics, right?" you add dryly. "There has to be some sort of... performance enhancer, or pharmacy-grade No-Doze, or something like that."\n\nShe purses her lips thoughtfully, then gives a slow nod. "I think I might have seen something like that, actually. There's a medical station near the dining room that I've raided for bandages and basic painkillers a few times. I never wanted to stay in it long enough to try and clear it out, but I did see a few things that looked like epipens with weird symbols on them. Those might be the sort of performance enhancers you're talking about."\n\n"Great, let's go take a look!"\n\n"Not so fast. This building is safer than outside, but there's a reason I bar the door. There are these little things that scamper all over the place, I call 'em 'Biters'. If they nip you you'll get so turned on you can't think, their teeth have some kind of aphrodisiac venom. They won't be a huge problem at this time of day and so far from their nest, but one of the reasons I never did a more thorough raid of the pharmacy is the Blob."\n\n"... The Blob?"\n\n"Well, that's what I call him. He's a raptor... a really fat one. Apparently he wandered in and developed a taste for sweets, like ice cream and snack cakes. The raptors seem to hate how cold it is in this building so even he's not always around, but there's usually like a fifty-fifty chance he'll be lurking around the snack bar that's right next to the pharmacy. About the only good point is that he's about the only raptor you could even possibly outrun, but despite his gut he's still fast over short distances."\n\n<hr>\n[[We'll have to chance it.|Sauria]]\n\n[[We'll have to do something about the Blob.|Sauria]]

"Let's become distinct individuals," you and the other Cyan both say at the same time, then give each other a rueful glance at the irony.\n\n"Eheh, good choice. Okay, here," Celest says, pulling what looks like a plastic disk with a button in the center from somewhere and holding it out. "Each of you hold one side with a hand. Whoever the chooser points to, you have to take a new name and change your style."\n\nYou look at the other Cyan, and both of you shrug, since that seems like the fairest way of doing this. You grip one side of the disk and she takes hold of the other, and Celest pokes the button in the middle. The disk begins flashing and spinning with lights, making a lot of slot machine style noises, until the spinning slows, gradually starting to resolve into a single arrow that's blinking with numerous colors, until it comes to a stop pointing at the other Cyan's hand, flashing brilliant red a few times.\n\n"Well. Guess that's how it goes," she says with a sigh and a shrug. She considers for a moment, then says, "I think I'll go with... Scarlet," she says, perhaps inspired by the flashing red of the chooser's arrow.\n\nYou let out a bit of a snort. "Gonna get ya a fahn Suthahn accent ta go with that, sis?" you tease her, prompting her to smack you lightly on the upper arm.\n\n"Okay! So let's get you two into some media rooms and I'll set up a little program for each of you." Celest turns and leads the way back into the hall, you and Scarlet following after. She pauses shortly after at a room that slides open, showing that there's not much in it other than a slightly larger one of those slots like you put your clothes in earlier. "Here you go! Cyan, go ahead and get undressed, then sit down in the chair and get settled, and once I've got Scarlet similarly settled I'll make up some experiences for the two of you and get you, y'know, distinctified!"\n\n"Ah, right," you say, blushing just a little as you step in, the door closing behind you. Guess you're stripping down again... well, she did suggest getting some new clothes, so that makes sense. Once more undressing and rendering your clothing up to be derezzed, you settle onto the semi-reclined chair in the dim room to wait. Hm... it's really pretty comfortable, you have to admit, a pad that you can sink into just the right amount. You lay there for a little while... hard to say how long, there's no clock... before some music starts up, along with the curved wall and ceiling ahead of you lighting up as a screen. Oh, hey, that's pretty cool! You might be a little worried if it was calming classical music and just scenic waves, making you wonder if maybe Celest had seen Soylent Green as part of her movie binging, but it's actually a fairly broad selection of music that starts off with an older rock song that is still well within your jam. The scenes also seem to be semi-random shots of Earth, which you think might be live feeds, panning through city streets, skimming above mountains and fields, and indeed showing some lapping waves on beaches, but there are people moving about on them doing standard beach things. In fact a few times the camera zooms in to show people doing stuff... buying food from street vendors, tilling fields, and fucking in little sandy alcoves just off the public beach. (Wow, Celest, voyeur much?) Through it you can feel the chair kneading and massaging you a bit, either relaxing or stimulating you... a few times in distinctly lewd ways, practically kneading your ass and making you blush and squirm.\n\nThe shots of scenery are broken up by a few episodes of TV shows or movie clips, some you've seen and some you haven't. Eventually though the music stops and the screen goes dark, and the lights in the room in general come up. The show must be over... Celest must feel you and Scarlet are now distinct enough people. Kind of interesting to think that just watching some entirely different views and some entirely different music and getting different massages for a few hours would be enough to help you become unique, but you guess the objective was mostly 'Stop being the exact same' and not 'Become entirely different', huh? Feeling a little less self-conscious than before, you get up and walk over to the alcove in the wall, the screen above it lit up with what looks kind of like a shopping site, but you're guessing it's actually about letting you create an outfit. Hm... you guess you should definitely get something appropriately space-y, maybe not as much in the 'retro' thing as Celest's original outfit... oooo, they have stuff with Tron lines!\n\nThough you pause a little as you start looking through some of the items. There's definitely some fairly skimpy stuff here. To judge by how Celest dresses, modesty isn't something at least she or maybe her species bothers overmuch with. You guess if you were going to really start adapting to life aboard this ship, you could always embrace that and go with something way sexier than you'd normally wear out and about back home. Then again, are you ready to dive that much into "going native"?\n\n<hr>\n[[Dress cool (but normal).|GGAlien]]\n\n[[Dress awesome (and sexy).|GGAlien]]

You bare your teeth in a furious snarl. How dare he?! You can still get out of this! You thrash and struggle wildly, eventually screaming in frustration when seconds tick past and you can't make any headway. Finally you go limp, slamming a fist against the mat. Dammit!\n\n"<b>You have not only lost your very first fight, but you refused to acknowledge your opponent's superior skill!</b>" the Dark Judge thunders, disgust plain in his rumbling bass. "<b>Your punishment shall be harsh, and you shall atone for the insult you have offered him!<b>"\n\nYou feel your body go completely limp, beyond your control. You try to cry out, wondering what's happening to you, but even your voice has been stolen. The ninja releases his hold on you and rolls to his feet.\n\n"<b>Take her!</b>" the Dark Judge booms, pointing his finger at you again.\n\nThe ninja hesitates, but then apparently decides it's best to obey the scary magical referee. He bends down and yanks your shorts down, your legs flopping powerlessly as he hauls them over your slippered feet. Nudging your legs apart, he frees his cock from his pants... long and slender... then takes hold of your thighs, hauling them up over his hips. He slides into you, and you find yourself unable to moan in pleasure despite your body wanting to. You didn't even think you were ready, and were more furious than anything at the Dark Judge's declaration, but as he begins thrusting into you, all you can think of is how good it feels and how much you want it.\n\nThose thoughts fill up your mind even as your body begins to change. Your skin and hair slowly turn a bright, almost neon pink, then take on a rubbery texture. Either the ninja's under some magic that compels him to keep going, or he's enjoying the changes, because he only pauses long enough to use one hand to shove your shirt up over your rubbery pink tits before he grabs your ass with both hands and lifts it to a good angle for his thrusts. You don't even notice the changes, consumed with how good it feels to get fucked, to have a cock inside you, to have it stuffed into you. Your skin starts to fade, your whole body turning translucent, the other side of your shirt a dark background for your tits and the ninja's cock a pink-tinted shadow through your crotch and belly.\n\nGradually your whole body starts to shrink, your shoes dropping off of your smaller feet as your legs spread wider and wider around the ninja's hips. He has to shift his grip to your waist as, despite retaining your fully adult shape, you shrink down to the size of a teenager and then, sliding out of your baggy shirt easily and effortlessly, become the size of a small child. Your see-through rubber arms drape limply and swing as he begins pumping you onto his cock more than thrusting into you, leaning back further on his knees and angling you upward. You just know that it feels better and better as his cock gets bigger inside you as you keep shrinking, his cock soon penetrating up between your miniature C-cup tits.\n\nSoon your height could be measured in mere inches, and you feel your head being tilted back as his cock nudges up and then finally pushes out of your mouth. His next few strokes push his cockhead completely out of your mouth, your entire small body now spitted on his cock. Your features begin to recede, your arms and legs sliding into your ever more tubelike body, your tits flattening against your cylinder of a torso. Soon you're nothing but a pink jelly tube. You can no longer see or hear, but you can <i>feel</i> him filling your entire body, as well as taste his cock with your entire length, and the sensation is absolutely orgasmic, your world consisting of nothing but his throbbing, shuddering cock as it strokes back and forth through your self and spurts thick streamers of white onto the floor of the arena.\n\n"<b>You have the length of the tournament to enjoy her repentence of her insult,</b>" the Dark Judge rumbles, now sounding rather smug.\n\n<hr>\n\n[[Game Over.|HellKore8xEnd]]

"Honestly, since we're going to stick together, I think we'd rather stay with you," you say after a moment.\n\n"I'm not passing up a chance to explore the galaxy and see cool new things," the other Cyan chimes in. "Since this happened, it's as good an excuse to stick with you as any."\n\n"Well that's nice to hear," Celest says in a relieved tone, putting a hand to her chest. "Honestly I was worried you two might hate me after all this and it had ruined any desire to explore the stars."\n\n"Nah, I mean..." You exchange a glance with the other you, before both of you shrug. "Yeah this is weird and definitely off-putting, but I think I speak for both of us when I say we don't hate you, Celest."\n\n"Yeah, shit happens," the other you says dryly. "Apparently when you throw in alien technology it's just... next level shit."\n\n"Well there is that," Celest says sheepishly. "Um, on that note, though, if that's the case I suppose we need to decide how to handle there being two of you. Or rather, the issue that right now you're extraordinarily close to being the same person, which seems like it could cause problems. As I see it, there are two main options. One is the simplest, where we pick one of you at random to assume a new name, and then separate you for a few hours and give you some diverse experiences before letting you pick out new clothes and stuff. That should help you become more thoroughly distinct people. Orrrr... there's the opposite direction," she says with a small shrug.\n\n"Opposite-" "-direction?" the two of you say, then give each other a glance before looking back at Celest.\n\n"Well since you <i>are</i> so close to being identical right now, there's a lot fewer moral implications and potential issues if I just, y'know... networked you together," Celest explains, nudging her fingers together to lightly interlock. "I could install a neural link in both of you that would constantly, instantaneously share all your thoughts together. This soon after diverging, you'd probably almost instantaneously sync back up completely."\n\n"So wait, like the Borg?" the other you says as you both blink.\n\n"Kind of, but since it's just the two of you and no Queen it wouldn't really be a hive mind, and since the two of you are still essentially the same person right now, you'd become more the exact same Cyan just with two bodies. It's a thing some people do," she adds with a shrug. "It's pretty rare and a little 'weird' but not enough that anyone would freak out and cause a problem. I mostly bring it up because it <i>is</i> a choice and I could manage it pretty easily, the implants actually aren't hard to install at all. If you both agree to it, I'll do it, but otherwise we'll go with making you more unique individuals."\n\nYou and the other you exchange a glance. Well... you'll both probably make the same choice at this point. So what to choose?\n\n<hr>\n[[Individuality.|GGAlien9x2]]\n\n[[Unity.|GGAlien]]

"Well this just keeps getting better and better," you grumble, slapping the blaster into one of her outstretched hands before yanking the helmet off as well.\n\n"I know, right?" Ydoncha says in the same tone.\n\nYou reluctantly peel yourself out of the bodysuit, your face red as you bare your naked body. You kind of wish you'd at least <i>tried</i> to get it on over some panties now, but hindsight is... ... okay no there is absolutely no possible way you could have reasonably ever imagined this situation coming up. Eventually you hand the suit over, sort of halfheartedly covering yourself once you do, watching as Ydoncha puts it away in a locked crate and trying not to panic over the impending fact of being beamed to an alien planet stark naked.\n\nYdoncha returns to the control panel, starting to type. Those glowing eyes flick up towards you, and she murmurs something that you're fairly certain is, "It'll sound toootally sincere to you, but... sorry."\n\n<hr>\n[["... Thanks."|GGSC1x3]]\n\n[["Whatever."|GGSC]]\n\n[["Yeah yeah fuck you very much."|GGSC]]

Ydoncha's finger hesitates over one of the controls, before she lets out a sigh. "Wait here, since you've got such a huge choice about it," she grunts before turning and walking out of the room.\n\n"Um." You're left there blinking after her, still trying to cover your chest and crotch with your hands. "... Okay?"\n\nAfter a few minutes she returns, proffering you a fairly scant handful of black and purple cloth. "I know it seems suuuuper generous, but this is the sum total of my personal, non-Space Ranger wardrobe and therefore not subject to confiscation. You're just gonna be overjoyed, I know."\n\nYou blink a few more times, staring at it, then quickly getting dressed before she changes her mind. It turns out to be little more than a pair of athletic-style bra and panties, with purple bands under the chest and high on the waist, the bottoms high-cut, and a pair of black slippers with white rubber soles. Taking a deep breath now that you're not flat-out nude, you nod. "I... yeah, actually, pretty fuckin' overjoyed. Thanks, Ydoncha."\n\nShe nods slowly, opening her mouth as if to say something, before moving back over to the console. "Not that it's believable, but Captain Commander was being suuuuper sincere. If you do input his name in a comm terminal, he'll come get you, and you'll be just so gosh-darned thrilled to know he'll immediately take you back into the Space Rangers for your full term in return."\n\n"Yeah, okay," you say with a sigh. \n\n"Good luck, not that you need it or anything," Ydoncha mutters before tapping the control.\n\nAn instant later you find yourself standing in what looks like an alleyway. You blink a few times, processing the fact that it looks exactly like what you'd expect an alleyway on Earth to look like, just with slightly more incomprehensible graffiti. (Not that graffiti is usually terribly comprehensible but, y'know.) There's a fair bit of noise and chatter from outside that sounds a bit... off... though you can still understand bits and pieces of it. You slowly walk to the opening of the alley and peer out.\n\nYup, those are... aliens. A lot of them are dressed in ways that aren't that different from the average person back on Earth, though there's also a fair number of other styles ranging from weird but still comprehensible to odder things that look like forcefields generated by strategic bits of technology to retro-future silvery stuff. Most of them are at least generally humanoid, though you also see a few things like rolling piles of slime, insectoids, and a couple of things that look more like Tangela's big brother than anything else. The vehicles out on the street look a lot like cars, but most don't have wheels.\n\n'So. Definitely on an alien planet,' you think a bit distantly. '... In my underwear,' you add, absentmindedly tugging the back of the panties out of your crack so that they're covering at least half of each buttock again. Not even <i>your</i> underwear, really. \n\n... Well not much to do about it but get on with it, you guess. Standing here staring won't accomplish anything. Priority one is...\n\n<hr>\n[[... clothes.|GGSC]]\n\n[[... food.|GGSC]]\n\n[[... a place to stay.|GGSC]]\n\n[[... money.|GGSC]]

Over the next few days, the tube down your throat continues feeding you a steady supply of whatever aphrodisiac-laced gruel it is that the Hell Kore servants use to prepare their cowardly livestock for the slaughter. Your body constantly burns with desire, your thoughts clouded by lust, barely able to feel the fear that courses through your veins along with it. You overhear one of the servants telling a newer one that such is deliberate as the two of them plow away at the assholes of you and one of the other tube-fed female fighters. Apparently "long pork" tastes better the more pleasure it has been in before being cooked, thus the aphrodisiac for the female livestock and the show for the male livestock. He laughs as he shoves forward and dumps his load into your quivering, orgasming asshole, joking that you'll also be well-seasoned with salty-tasting sugar by the time you're ready to be served.\n\nYour muscles gradually disappear under a growing layer of fat... though your natural body shape means that it's still an attractive layer of fat, giving you wide round hips and huge, perfectly-shaped globes of an ass. Your tits grow more than anything, though, and are soon twice as large as they were when the forcefeeding began. Your cowlike udders sway underneath you as the servants more and more focus on you rather than the others, their cocks pumping into your pussy eagerly, your fat ass wobbling and quaking as their hips or hands slap against them. Between your numerous fuckings, or sometimes during, you watch servants come to take away other fighters, almost always the males... destined for the table of either the evil masterminds behind this tournament or possibly an unaware populace of guest fighters. With each one that's taken away you lose a little more hope, until finally you give in completely. Knowing every orgasm could be your last before you're spitted and roasted or tossed into a stew or trussed and baked, you begin shaking your round ass like a slut to encourage them to use you even more, huffing through your nose like a beast in heat as they almost always give into the temptation to make use of one of your compliant holes.\n\n"This pig is coming along much better than the others," the main servant notes one day as he massages his latest load into your jiggling buttocks. He reaches forward and hefts one of your larger-by-the-day tits, the soft flesh overflowing his fingers as he jiggles and wobbles the fat breast. Standing up, he nods to one of the others. "Let us put her on the higher-grade feed. We'll serve her as part of the victory feast for the masters." Crossing around to your front, he slowly but steadily pulls the hose from your mouth, the aphrodisiac so ingrained in your system by now that you actually cum several times before it pops free. "Did you hear that? You are to be the main course. What have you to say to that, sow?"\n\n"Oink," you whisper hoarsely, opening your mouth obediently and tonguing the new tube like a lover's cock as it's slid down your throat and into your stomach.\n\nSoon you're the last of the livestock left. The new feed is much more fluid and comes in much greater volume, your belly growing heavier and hanging lower by the day both with more layers of flesh and fat and the volume of fluid filling it. One of the servants informs you cheerfully that it's heavily apple flavored as he sinks his fingers into your generous buttocks, pounding away at you, your round, pumped-full belly jiggling below you almost as much as your tits. Though by the end they only jiggle, not sway... they finally reach down to the floor, your nipples flattened against the cold stone by the weight of the fatty udders above them. You picture yourself on a silver platter, glazed brown and with an apple stuffed in your mouth, and climax from that as much as the latest load of cum pouring into your pink piggy pussy.\n\nYou're going to be delicious.\n\n<b>Hell Kore</b> end - <i>The main course</i>\n\n<hr>\n[[Soylent green is people?! I changed my mind, I don't want to go on the boat!|HellKoreStart]]\n\n[[Coming to Hell Kore was obviously a bad idea in the first place.|CallistaStart]]\n\n[[Maybe I'll take another shot at this from the very beginning.|CharGenMain]]

"Fine then, put me off I guess, I'll get home myself," you growl.\n\n"Well that's your decision then!" the green-skinned man says cheerfully. "Ydoncha, if you would see to her discharge? Just remember," he adds, turning back to you, then looking at you with a particular expectant look.\n\n"Uh. Cyan LaChance," you reply without really thinking, since it's just that kind of prompt.\n\n"Cadet LaChance, even if you've resigned you'll always be a cadet in my heart! Once you're ready to come back, just give good ol' Captain Commander a call at any old radio terminal!" he chirps, before turning and sauntering out.\n\n"He's such a good guy," Ydoncha grumbles, rolling her eyes.\n\n"Uh... right," you say, eyeing her, really not sure how to take that at this point.\n\n"I'm sure you're gonna be suuuuper stoked to hear this, but I need the suit and blaster," Ydoncha says after a moment, stepping forward and making a 'gimme' motion.\n\n"Oh. Right," you murmur. "Uh... is there a place I can change out of them or...?" you ask, glancing around.\n\n"Riiight because it's not like I'm not gonna see it anyway."\n\n"Er... what?"\n\n"The ultra kind and forgiving policy of the Space Rangers is that I have to confiscate <i>all</i> Space Ranger property and then put you off the ship immediately," Ydoncha notes, glancing you up and down significantly.\n\n... In other words, you're being put off... naked?!\n\n<hr>\n[[No way!|GGSC]]\n\n[[....... Sigh.|GGSC1x2]]

Eh. Better chance it. They have the vague 'Important information' title line, better see if it's actually important and just get the satisfaction of deleting it in a huff if it's not. You click and-\n\n<i>Dear Student LaChance,</i>\n\nYou guess that's them attempting to be identity sensitive or whatever. And yet 'Student' feels so dehumanizing... meh, not like they care about <b>that</b> probably. Anyway...\n\n<i>You have been automatically enrolled in honors classes for the upcoming school year.</i>\n\n"WHAT?!" you shout out loud, leaping to your feet and slapping your hands down on your desk, your chair going tumbling over with a crash. "You <i>bastards</i>!"\n\n<i>Due to recent changes in school policy, honors and advanced classes are now mandatory for all qualifying students.</i>\n\nYour eyebrow twitches. Yeah right, changes in school policy like the fed upped the amount the school gets per student for having full AP classes. God dammit, you knew you shouldn't have let your parents bribe you with a new art tablet based on how good your grades were last year, you usually coast along right at a B+ otherwise. The school kept bugging you to switch to honors all year, and you kept saying "no" because there are few things you have less interest than the particularly pointless competitiveness of trying to work yourself to death for grades instead of pay that is public school advanced classes, as you know from several of your friends who <i>have</i> been entrapped into that little scam.\n\nApparently you're not the only one who's been telling them to go screw, because the letter continues: <i>Should you wish to continue in regular classes instead, you may elect to enter the Advanced On-The-Job Program, which begins July 15th. Four hours of each day will instead be spent learning real-world skills with one of the employers that has partnered with us on this program! We are very excited for this opportunity to help our students learn valuable life skills this early in their academic careers! (There will be no financial remuneration.)</i>\n\n... So your choices are to be shuffled into the shitty advanced classes against your will, or to be turned into an involuntary unpaid intern? Starting in the middle of your summer vacation?\n\n"I oughtta [statement filtered due to avoidance of being placed on additional watchlists]," you snarl.\n\nThis is really just the absolute most... gah! You're almost too pissed to even read any more, but you push on. About the only mollifying thing is that apparently once the school year starts, the four hours a day would include the last half of the school day itself. (Boy they really are eager to sell you into servitude to give up control over you for three class periods, what the heck must the school district's finances look like?) \n\nThis is one of the most brutal, unfair things you've ever even heard of. ... Unfortunately you've been in public school your whole life so you're basically used to it. Sighing, you right your chair and sink into it broodingly, slumping down like a bored King Conan longing for adventure as you glower at the screen. ... Now what? Your choices are either to get funneled into the Burnout Maker 9000, or have to work for some company the school made a deal with for probably the entire school year, starting halfway through your vacation.\n\nYou guess the other option is to actually talk to your parents about this. They've always been sympathetic to your desire not to go honor roll, so they might intervene, somehow. Of course in the mood you're currently in you've had just about enough of shitty adults making your decisions for you, and there's also a distinct air of brooding over the idea that they might just shrug and say 'Nothing we can do, grin and bear it kiddo' and you don't know if you could take that on top of this.\n\n<hr>\n[[Bite the bullet and accept AP classes.|GGClass]]\n\n[[Enter the work program.|GGClass2x1]]\n\n[[Talk to your parents.|GGClass1x2]]

You don't feel quite down on your luck enough to jump right to being an unapproved drug tester... not when there are other offers on the table, anyway. You follow the link to the Fiesta Funhouse webpage and fill in the online application, expecting a 'Thank you, we'll be with you soon' sort of message to pop up. Instead it actually brings up a page announcing 'Your application has been approved!' and instructions of which Fiesta Funhouse you'll be working at and when to show up. Wow, you've never gotten something like <i>that</i> before... maybe the link you got in your email was for some fast-tracked application process? Well, whatever, sounds like you've got a job, and it starts tonight at 11:30. That gives you time to track down a place to shower and maybe dig out some of your cleaner clothes.\n\nAnd so it is that you arrive at Fast Felipe's Fiesta Funhouse wearing a pair of jeans that are almost too loose for you now and a somewhat threadbare white shirt that's almost too tight for you now, having shrunk up some due to rather improvised washings. But it's clean and you're clean, so you feel almost positive as you push open the front door and step inside. "Hello? I'm here for the night security job!" Your smile wavers a bit as you see that almost all the lights are off... the only illumination is from some yellowed bands on the wall near the floor... probably some sort of always-on lighting. All the overhead stuff, though, is turned off. The door swings closed behind you with an unoiled creak and then closes with an audible click of the lock sliding home. "Hello?" Now uncertain, you wander forward into the closed restaurant. The smell of fresh chemicals and stale Mexican food assaults your nose as your sneakers squeak across the buffed tile floors and then shuff onto the worn, stiff carpet, the stink of heavy-duty deodorizers applied liberally before a half-assed vacuuming heavy in your nostrils. The mixture of scents on your empty stomach is enough to make you a little nauseous, the sick feeling and a mild sense of dizziness making everything seem disconnected and slightly unreal as you continue moving through the silent restaurant. Even your voice sounds strange, almost not your own as you call another wan, "Hello?"\n\nYou step into the main dining room and almost shriek at the sight of four inhuman figures looming above you. Clapping a hand to your chest as if that could calm your racing heart, you stare wide-eyed at the immobile figures. It's just the animatronics up on the main stage, no big deal. Still, you never remember them looking so... demonic... when you were a kid. You wonder if it's just because you never noticed, or if they've degraded that much in a decade and change... or maybe it's just the fact that they're dimly lit from below, throwing odd shadows on their decrepit features.\n\nThere's the title character, Fast Felipe... not like you could have a Fiesta Funhouse without him, right? He's an outdated Mexican stereotype, something someone would probably be busy decrying if anyone cared enough about this restaurant chain anymore that they could get attention for slamming it. It looks like this one has been restuffed several times with materials like cotton fluff instead of the original molded foam material, leaving him looking overstuffed and lumpy, with visible stitching marks running across his belly and torso, his bandoliers no longer fitting quite right. His plastic mouse teeth have been chipped and cracked over the years, making them look sharp and jagged, and his movable plastic mustache has drooped on one side, somehow giving him a rather sneer-like expression.\n\nLike a lot of these restaurants, this one has had to choose just three of Felipe's "Feisty Friends" to keep in proper working condition. They're all standing arranged behind and to the sides of Felipe, flanking him like some sort of ridiculous, macabre honor guard. On one side is Bunzy, a purple rabbit in a leather jacket with a popped collar. The material around Bunzy's ears has become frayed and ripped, especially at the bottom to reveal the short rods and slots in his head that let them wag back and forth. Grease stains in the shape of differently-sized handprints mark the leather of his jacket, looking odd and somehow sinister in the light, as if someone had been clutching at him as they slid to the floor. It's not helped by the fact that he used to wield a switchblade comb, but like most boys did with the novelties, someone has yanked out the plastic comb, leaving only a rather sharp-edged metal stick jutting up. \n\nOpposite of Bunzy is the old hound dog character, Boomer. While he seems to be mostly intact, apparently one of his eyes has been lost, and rather than replace it the staff opted to stick a pirate-like patch on in its place. He's also been heavily "decorated" by children over the years, it looks like... crayon and marker have been used to draw childish, nonsensical designs all over his overalls, a generic action figure's head has been stuck through the eyehole of the overalls' dangling strap, a few plastic feathers have been stuck in one of his ears and the band of his eyepatch, and little plastic toys from the ticket counter have been woven into the dangling strands of his bushy tail. He'd probably look colorful, silly, and well-loved by the full lights of day, but with darkness dimming the colors and the low-set lights casting long shadows, he looks like some nightmare of a mountain man out of a horror movie set in the old west.\n\nFinally, towering over the other three in the back, is Beefy Fajeeta (pronounced fahj-ee-tuh). The biggest animatronic they ever made at six and a half feet tall, he's certainly impressive... unfortunately, he had a reputation for being impressive enough to make most kids cry at the sight of him. Which probably explains why he's in so much better condition than the others... he hasn't had the kids pawing at him and touching him nearly as much. The towering bull mascot mostly shows his age in the places where normal upkeep would cause wear and tear, such as the leather luchadore mask he's wearing having a number of popped seams and even some cracks. His spandex trunks, too, look like they've shrunk some from washing over the years, looking too tight on his cloth hips, and the same aging leather effect has happened to his boots, making him look like he's growing even larger, about to burst out of his costume, which somehow draws attention to how little of it there is. His plastic horns have been polished so much over the years that in a few places they've worn through to show gleaming metal underneath.\n\nYou stand nervously looking at the four oversized puppets for a few moments, unable to help feeling like they're staring back at you with those beady plastic eyes. Swallowing, you turn to move on, almost giving a scream as you bump into a chair that hasn't been put up onto its table with the rest. Damn! This place is really getting to you! You notice a sheet of paper on the seat of the chair and grab it up, squinting to read in the dim light: <i>'Cleaning crew will have already gone home when you get here. Go right to security office in back. Watch monitors carefully, conserve power. Close doors only when necessary. If you have any questions, ask Robert for advice. Good luck. - Mgmt</i>'\n\nThat's... kinda weird.\n\n<hr>\n[[Well, the note said to go directly to the security office.|CalFiesta1x1]]\n\n[[Psh. No one's gonna break in here. May as well grab a taco first.|CalFiesta2x1]]

Y'know... it's kind of pretty, really. And it looks like it would easily fit you, despite being from a kid's playset. Eh, what could it hurt? you decide, grinning and slipping it onto your head.\n\nAlmost instantly you stumble as the floor shudders hard under you pretty much the second you take your fingers away from the tiara. 'What the?!' you think, whipping around to look... and finding yourself in a strange room. It looks sort of like a fancy stateroom on a cruise ship or something, albeit quite large, and with a decently-sized window that's in the process of having a metal plate slide down over it... but there's black and stars outside.\n\n"Ethan?!" you shout in immediate concern, taking a few quick steps, then blinking and looking down at yourself. Your clothes have changed?! You're wearing some kind of long-sleeved one-piece of a deep, almost iridescent blue color, with a texture like satin even though it fits more like... well, paint, rather embarrassingly. There's a long, translucent skirt fastened to it in a low V that arcs over your hips, showing the general outline of your legs and the blue slippers on your feet. You also have on a fair few bracelets, rings, and a glittery jeweled necklace that's glowing a lot like the LED in the tiara, which you can still feel on your head. "W-what... what's going on?!"\n\nAlmost as if in answer, there's another shudder of the floor, the lights starting to pulse red. "<i>Intruder alert. Intruder alert,</i>" a computerized voice starts to drone.\n\nWhile you're still trying to process all this, the door slides open, and a handful of men in bodysuits with slightly ornate silver armored plates in strategic locations rush in, holding rifles. Well, two of them rush in, while others take up positions in the hall before the door slides closed again. Both the men in the room have different shades of dark tan skin and straight hair, one dark purple and the other dark blue.\n\n"Princess! Pirates are attacking!" one of them says breathlessly. "We need to lock down this room now!"\n\n<hr>\n[["O-okay."|SGSci]]\n\n[[Freak out.|SGSci]]\n\n[[Run away.|SGSci]]

"I'm, uh, since I just got here I'm still kind of easing in to things," you reply. "You know," you add, hoping that that will sufficiently lead him into filling any necessary blanks on his own.\n\n"Oh, sure sure, take your time," your father answers breezily. You might think that was it, but he reaches over and plucks a glass of wine from one of the tables to proffer to you. "Feel free to just enjoy!" \n\nRight. It'd probably look pretty suspicious if you didn't take a simple glass of wine, since you're supposed to be an adult. Doing your best to look calm and natural about it, you nod to him lightly as you accept the glass and sip at it. ... Hm, pretty good, really. You continue doing your best to stay casual as you turn and regard the party.\n\nYup. That's still an awful lot of naked people. You're torn between trying to figure out who's who and thinking that you probably shouldn't. You're almost certain you recognize a couple of your other friends' parents, which is really giving your mind a few cracks. Yuuuup that's almost certainly your friend Leslie's mom. Aaand your friend Dean's mom. Aaand Dean's mom is squeezing Leslie's mom's ass and whispering in her ear, and you're almost certain you heard the words "dirty girl". You're just going to... take a longer drink of this wine, yeah. \n\nIt looks like most of the action is still limited to petting and heavy petting, you realize. Well, the party did basically just get started not too long ago. You sort of wander around the general area, not that there's too far to wander since it is just your house after all, and mostly try not to think about how these are the surfaces and places you use every day that are now hosting a sex party. Which is starting to take on a weirdly more exciting edge the more you think about it. 'Maybe it's the wine,' you muse, before proceeding to finish off the entire glass and go back for another. \n\nYou make yourself take this one a bit more slowly, but you are definitely feeling way more relaxed already. Well, c'mon, is this even really a big deal? you muse as you watch a couple of guys give one woman a very thorough neck-nibbling, their hands roaming her body and cocks rubbing against her hips as she squirms between them. After all half of fiction portrays the suburbs as some weird plasticy bastion of retro-fifties values and the other half portrays it as a haven of debauchery and sin, you've apparently just discovered that at least this bit of it is closer to that portrayal. Clearly media is totally accurate about everything ever and you can trust it! (Pffftha.)\n\nYou manage to sort of stay on the periphery for awhile, but eventually you notice that things are starting to heat up. More people are splitting off to the edges or heading into other rooms, and you can see more fully-fledged sex going on, with cocks being enveloped by warm, wet holes or fingers working far more purposefully inside different holes. Yeah, looks like the "actual fucking" portion of the party is really getting started. You almost jump at a hand on your shoulder, but manage to control yourself and turn, though it doesn't help when you recognize your dad again and that this time he's sporting a full-blown hardon, with part of your brain unable to help thinking that his dick looks even nicer that way.\n\n"Hey there, noticed you still hadn't paired off. You know, it's going to start getting more intense down here, and 'party games' will start too, so if you wanted to head upstairs with us instead for something more laid-back...?" he asks, which is when you notice your equally naked and masked mother is with him.\n\n'Damn I hope my boobs are gonna stay that nice as I get older,' you can't help but think, staring for just a moment, before clearing your throat. "Um."\n\n"I was thinking I'd just watch," your mother says cheerfully. "So no pressure either way."\n\n<hr>\n[[Nnnnoooo you're good.|GGParent]]\n\n[[... yeah okay.|GGParent19x2]]

... Nnnh. No, you need to tell them about this one way or the other. At the very least even if there's nothing they can do, they'll still need to know what you're doing.\n\n... Better shower and put on pants before your mom gets home, then.\n\nA few hours later you're clean and in the living room talking with your mother, who's first home as usual. She makes a face as she sinks into her preferred armchair, settling back into it. "Well that's certainly a load of bull," she announces firmly.\n\n"<i>Thank</i> you," you say, thrusting your hands towards her.\n\n"I don't like either of those ideas, to tell you the truth, let alone the presumptuousness of them just springing that on you," your mother continues with a frown. "Your father and I were both in advanced classes when we were in school, and there's a reason we both ditched them and went into art in college. Mm... the problem is," she says, sighing and rubbing her forehead with her fingertips. "The only other real option I can see is to have you change schools."\n\n"Little... drastic," you murmur, folding your arms.\n\n"Yes but knowing this school board they won't back down no matter how many parents complain. Your father and I have discussed private school a few times," she allows. "But you never seemed that interested in it, and you've always had plenty of friends, so we didn't want to push it."\n\nYou raise an eyebrow. "Yeah but if what you've told me is true, the school'd do their best to make sure I never saw my friends anymore anyway."\n\n"Mm, it's not necessarily that extreme, but there's an element of it. Honestly, Cyan, if you're really deadset on not letting the school manipulate you like this, that's what you're going to have to do, change schools. Although perhaps we should look on this as an opportunity," she continues, lifting a finger. "We could even look into boarding schools, so that you could try out life in another place or country, and get a taste of independence even before you go off to college!"\n\n"... Hmmmm," you hmmm. 'Taste of independence' <i>does</i> sound tasty...\n\n"I mean the other obvious option is to just go with the 'Deviville Focused Learning Institute'," your mother picks up. "It's the most popular private school in Deviville, and in fact it's not even all that far from Deviville High. They've got excellent scores and a stellar reputation." She pauses, and adds, "And of course the Deviville High school board hates their guts."\n\nOoo now there's another sort of bait! Hm... hm hm hm... you're kind of starting to like the idea of switching schools now, admittedly, as rough as it would be to leave your friends and the familiar. But which kind to go with...?\n\n<hr>\n[[Boarding school.|GGClass]]\n\n[[The 'Focused Learning Institute'.|GGClass]]

Yup, no help for it, you've definitely gotta check out the games on this thing. Interesting that it said they're a 'community project'... you guess other users have had to adapt the published games to this sort of VR environment thingy. You tap that menu heading, and of course your heart leaps in eagerness at seeing one of the options. Still, looks like there are some other interesting-sounding ones too...\n\n<hr>\n[[Skyrim|CyrimStart]]\n\n[[Champions of Corruption|GGCOC1x1]]\n\n[[Watch_Dogs X|GGVR]]\n\n[[Dungeonlord Deluxe|GGDungeon1x1]]\n\n[[Beast Crossing: Lewd Horizons|GGAC1x1]]

Rationalizing that you're obviously not going to do a very good job if your stomach's so empty your head's swimming, you make your way towards the kitchen area. It's not difficult to find... practically every Fast Felipe's is laid out pretty much the same, and every nosy kid (meaning all of them, including you) eventually bumped up against the kitchen doors while exploring. The kitchen is full of even more deep shadows at dark angles than the outer area as you step through the swinging doors, making your heart jump for a few brief moments. But a few moments of groping, somewhat fretfully, at the wall finds the light switch, and the banks of flourescent bulbs above whine to life. As you walk through the kitchen, you can't help but feel that the hum of the cheap lighting is rather ominous-sounding, somehow... like the drone of some giant, hovering insect, interrupted occasionally by a sputter and a crackle as various of the banks flicker and blink, the sound like a dying man's hacking cough in the weird silence of the midnight restaurant.\n\nYou try to shake off the sense of foreboding and looming danger. Yeah, you definitely need something to eat. You spend a few moments looking around, finding what's already open in the fridge so that your pilfering of a meal's worth will likely go unnoticed. Your search reveals, as could have been expected, a lot of frozen food and some rather shocking conditions... that yelling British dude on TV would have a coronary. Still, it makes it relatively simple to figure out what you could make, since not only is everything labeled (relatively) clearly, but there are ancient laminated recipe posters on the wall.\n\nOkay, looks like tonight's menu is...\n\n<hr>\n[[Cheese enchiladas.|CelFiestaCheese]]\n\n[[Pork tacos.|CalFiestaPork]]\n\n[[Beef fajitas.|CalFiestaBeef]]\n\n[[Ice cream sundae.|CelFiestaSundae]]

"Um, later!" you find yourself blurting as you tug your hand away. Almost instantly you're thinking 'LATER?!?!?!' but it was just what came out of your mouth in response and now you don't know what else to say.\n\n"Hm?" Apparently Monki wasn't anticipating that response either, blinking and looking like she might not even understand the word. Then she glances back and forth, and gives a soft 'ohhhhh'. "I gotcha, don't wanna fuck in front of my lame-ass sibs huh? Yeah, I guess that might be kinda weird for ya, we'll wait 'til later."\n\n"Still stuck in a tree <i>and</i> no show," her brother says in a dryly resigned tone. "Oh well, I suppose I don't need my balls getting any bluer."\n\nThat makes you go even more red, and you make some shooing motions at Monki to get her moving along. The two of you hurry off into the woods, though she soon settles into a more relaxed amble, resting her hands behind her head and just strolling along. You can't help but sneak a few more glimpses at her crotch... that's definitely a cock, alright, even if you hadn't had your hand on it to confirm. Though it looks like she's gone soft again, the loincloth still settles against it enough to give a slight outline, and as she walks the cloth flaps enough here and there that you can catch glimpses of her balls swaying.\n\n'W-why does she have a dick?' you think to yourself, your head spinning. When you realize that Monki just asked you something and you were too distracted to even process a single word, you give a little hop and blurt "Um!" before managing, "Ah, I mean, sorry, what did you say?"\n\n"I said, what journey are you on?" she asks, raising one eyebrow. "Since I hafta accompany you on it 'til it's done."\n\n"Oh. Um. I'm supposed to get to level five." At her slightly confused look, you wrack your brain for a moment before clarifying, "I mean, I need to become five times more powerful than I am right now."\n\n"Ohhhh. Hm, that shouldn't be too hard, y'seem kind of on the puny side, not meaning offense by it yanno," Monki comments with such a nonchalant air you'd actually believe she didn't mean any offense, despite it stinging your pride. "I think I know some folks who could help out, if they're still around. Buuut they probably are, considerin'."\n\n"Er, considering what?" you ask, slightly leery.\n\n"Well they were my old party buddies, see. We'd go around carousin' an' havin' a good ol' time, which tended to upset the mortals. We-"\n\n"Uh, wait, one second," you interrupt, holding up a hand. "Did you say 'mortals'?"\n\n"Ah, yeah, did you not know? Me and the sibs are the last three fullblooded Divine Monkeys on the plane, whacha~," Monki chirps, hopping backwards to balance on her tail to make a pose with her feet together and fingers making an intricate symbol. The fact that it also shows off both her tits and her cock from the angle of her body obviously isn't an accident from the way she smirks at your blush. "We're immortal, s'why some monks and clerics and other whiny killjoys sealed us in those trees. Anyway, my buddies were also immortal after our adventures, and doubt they stopped makin' trouble just 'cause me and the sibs got wooded," she adds, hopping back forward and resuming walking. "So most likely both of them have been sealed away somewhere as well. Anyway, we go looking for them and rescue them, and between their abilities and all the stuff we'll do along the way, m'sure you'll get more powerful."\n\nHuh. You guess that makes sense. You're not quite sure what to make of the fact that you've released what's apparently a troublemaking demigod. 'Would've preferred one that looks like Tom Hiddleston,' you think a bit wistfully as the two of you walk along. Still, it sounds like she has a pretty solid idea on how to get you leveled up and therefore get you home, so you're all for that. You let yourself sort of get distracted by a mixture of thoughts of being at home again, taking revenge on Sima, and lewd thoughts about Tom Hiddleston in a black-on-black suit, until you notice Monki's stopped.\n\n"Startin' ta get dark, better stop and make camp," she suggests, glancing up at the dim sky between the trees.\n\n"Oh, right, good idea," you agree. Remarkably you don't feel tired, even though it's obvious you've been walking for hours. \n\n"I'll make up a fire!" Monki chirps, turning and heading towards a tree with low-hanging branches.\n\nYou don't really think anything about it until you hear a sort of eerie groan from all around you. Your eyes widen, and with a look around it's like the trees are... shuddering without quite moving. You whip your head back to look at Monki, who doesn't seem to have noticed, and blurt "Um!"\n\n"Hm?" she asks, turning towards you.\n\n"... Just... uh, just use the wood that's already on the ground and dead?" you suggest. Almost instantly the groaning from around you subsides, and you feel a distinct sense of relief both from without and on your own part because yeesh that was scary.\n\n"Ohhhh right, you nature types." Monki wiggles her fingers in the air, then shrugs. "Yeah sure, take a little longer but I can do that."\n\n"J-just calm down, alright?" you whisper to the trees as your companion meanders around the area gathering stuff up. "We'll be careful, so, um... definitely do not do that again. That was awful. Yeep!" you squeak, hopping in the air a bit as Monki drops a pile of dried branches and twigs on the ground in front of you, then doing it again when she sets it alight with a snap of her fingers.\n\n"Heheh, you should relax, Layla, nothin's gonna hurt you with me around," she assures you... right before she slides up behind you and slips her arms around you, strong but feminine hands sliding along your belly and making you shiver involuntarily. "Now, it's good and 'later'," she murmurs in your ear, your eyes widening both at the whisper and at the feel of something firmly pressing against your ass through the back of the Sage's Garb. "And smellin' your pussy out in the breeze all day's made my balls even more full after a century of not bein' emptied. So why don't we get these pretty clothes off of you, and start emptyin' loads out of me, huh?"\n\nE-erk. Well... well, you did say 'later', you guess? Um... um, hm...\n\n<hr>\n[["No, not tonight!"|LSDruid]]\n\n[["... 'kay."|LSDruid]]

Looking at the runes, you're pretty certain you recognize all of them and either know or can figure out how to handle them... your Rogue knowledge seems to pretty much cover everything. Besides, you're gonna be raiding a wizard's home... you might need the intelligence booster to fake being a spellcaster or something. You slip the blue potion back into your belt pouch and uncork the green, gulping it down quickly, then turning your attention to the lock.\n\nThe work goes just fine for about fifteen minutes. Then, about two seconds too late, you realize that the set of runes you just disarmed was <i>itself</i> a cleverly-laid trap that set off the real trap rune below it when disarmed. You barely have time to curse before the runes activate and wash outward, a wave of power smacking you in the head and sending you sprawling.\n\n"Oof! Damn! What was that? Like, I'd never seen anything like it." You blink, feeling like something's wrong, then give your head a shake. "... And junk?" Feeling confused, you push yourself up to your feet and steady yourself, then gasp a little as a strange... and sort of pleasant... tingling feeling suffusues your entire body. You wind up hugging yourself and letting out a moan as the tingling grows more intense in your breasts, making you shake lightly where you stand. "My top feels all tight and stuff," you moan to no one in particular, trying to shift your shoulders.\n\nThe tightness just continues, matched by your pants growing tighter around your hips and rear. You groan as your tits steadily enlarge, pushing against the tight confines of your top. You try to puzzle out what's happening to you, but your mind feels foggy, slow, critical thinking nearly impossible, your thoughts continually drifting to how good it feels for your tits to grow. You let out a gasp as laces of your top start to creak, and then pop, spilling your enlarged tits out and letting them assume a full, stiff globe shape, as high and firm as if they were implants.\n\nYou stare down, but instead of horror all you can feel is elation at how great they look. "Oh wow, like, my titties are getting so big," you giggle, giving a sweet little moan and cupping them with both hands, flicking your big puffy nipples as they continue to grow. You wiggle your hips as the front laces of your pants gives, the knot yanked open and laces going loose as your widened hips and rounder ass push them open further, a few laces along the sides popping as your legs take on a more luxurious curve.\n\nYou giggle and raise your hands to run through your hair as it grows longer, wavier, and fades to blonde, shaking your shoulders to make your tits wobble as they swell. Finally, they stop at a little bigger than your head, big fake-looking things even though they're all you. You coo happily and run your hands down your sides as well, feeling your thinned waist and easy-grab hips, then pouting a little as they bump into your knife belt.\n\n"Oh, poo... for some reason I, like, put on this silly adventurer stuff," you whine. "Master doesn't want to see me in that! I better go change and junk!"\n\nThe door swings open in front of you, and you trot through, eager to get into something skimpy and utterly useless for doing anything other than looking good. The door swings closed behind you, locking with a rather satisfied sound.\n\n<hr>\n[[Game Over.|GGRogue6xEnd]]

You nod as you stagger to your feet some, blushing at feeling luminescent cum dribble down your thighs and your milk-leaking tits and udder sway as you rise to your feet and turn towards Celest. You watch as she works the controls, and then you're flying to pieces, reappearing on one of the other pads, exactly as you were before the transport... totally, you're not even messy anymore. You watch as the cow dissipates, though you swear it gives you a knowing look as it dissolves into pixels. Looking at yourself, you frown a little and cup your chest... actually, are you a little bigger?\n\n"So, Cyan," Celest calls, snapping you out of your moment of distraction as you look up at her, the purple-skinned alien now showing not the slightest bit of shyness about having her limp, dripping dick and obviously still-full balls wobbling about as she moves from one area of the console to another. "Ready for the next experiment?" \n\n<hr>\n[[Guess so.|GGAlien1x7]]\n\n[[No, and here's another thing!|GGAlien]]

"Yeah, think so," you reply, blushing again. "Uh... you think the same thing will happen?"\n\n"Prooooobably," Celest admits, but she's still grinning as she adds, "Still, looks like we might have a bit of fun that way, eh?" With that, she reaches for the sliders and moves them upward.\n\nThis time the thing that digitizes next to you lets out a bray as it appears, its long ears twitching as its velvety muzzle turns back and forth. You blink, then sigh. "Okay, yeah, a donkey, that figures."\n\n"Equines are also a species we have a lot of data on, for pretty much the same reasons as bovines," Celest notes. "Now, one second, I'm gonna transfer you to the main pad."\n\nYou nod, sighing and glancing over at the donkey again as it turns away slightly, its tail swishing... and drawing your attention downward and between its legs. At the sight of the pair of heavy grey-furred balls hanging there, your eyes widen. "Hey, Celest, wait, you got a-!"\n\nBut you're flying apart before you can finish speaking, the donkey caught in mid-bray as it dissolves as well. And then you're coming together alone on the forward pad, making a sort of coughing almost-hiccup noise and before you can stop yourself. Spluttering a little, you sigh and mutter, "Ho boy, this oughtta be interesting. Wonder when it'll stawwwww!" You twitch at the bray that comes out of your mouth, then grunt and lean forward a little, a ticklish sensation running down the back of your neck and along your back as a thick black line of mane slides down it, shorter grey fur spreading out from there. "Ohhhh fuck why does it feel good-hawwww?!" you moan aloud as your body twitches, crotch bulging outward and pussy gradually tightening into nonexistence as a pair of heavy balls steadily grow and hang downward to cover where it was. Your ears push upward, elongating even as your lower face does the same, this time becoming more equine but still with humanish features, even as donkeylike groans and brays pass your lips. You grab your growing cock with both hands, jerking it and pumping your hips as it gets longer and thicker by the moment, the blunt tip flaring out around the head as your balls sway. "Hee-hawwwww, hee-hawwwww!" you blurt, feeling far less shamed by the animal exclamations than before. Maybe it's because you're too distracted by how heavy and full your balls are getting, and how huge your cock feels in your hands. The tips of your fingers gradually become capped by thick, hooflike nails, and soon you use them to press your cock up, rubbing it against your lighter-furred tits and flicking your broad equine tongue against the broad equine tip.\n\nAnd then Celest is kneeling in front of you, undoing the button at the throat of her top and pulling it open, letting those big purple tits spill free. She tugs your cock away from your hands and arches her back, rubbing her own much more generous tits against it and sliding her mouth over the blunt head, her jaw apparently easily accommodating it. Her yellow eyes roll up to watch your face as you pant and gasp, your hips almost involuntarily starting to thrust lightly to rub against her tits and press between her lips. "Hee-haww!" you bray, only to groan as her tongue snakes around your shaft just behind the head and gives it a pleasurable stroking squeeze. "Hee-hawwww, hee-haw hee-hawwww!" Every time you give in and let out one of those purely bestial brays, she rewards you with more action from her tongue, or taking more of your cock into her mouth, clearly urging you to let go.\n\nBut just before you do, when you can almost feel your balls tightening, she suddenly pulls away and turns around. Instead she leans forward onto one hand, reaching back with the other to squeeze one of her asscheeks and pull it aside, showing off her thick, muscular, hot pink pucker nestled between the generous purple curves. The invitation is obvious, and braying eagerly you leap forward, grabbing her hips and thrusting forward, your ink black donkey dick slipping along the cleft of her ass a few times before you manage to find the angle and shove deep inside her. Celest cries out in pleasure, working herself back against you as you start your frenzied fucking, nothing but a male beast in rut as you pound into her, your tits jiggling and breath coming in hard pants through your flared nostrils. Your furry grey balls slap against her heavy, faintly glowing purple ones, the strength of your impacts enough to make her cock bounce up and slap against her belly, spraying little thin, barely-glowing spatters of pink pre against the undersides of her jiggling purple tits.\n\nWith how thoroughly she worked you up, and the fact that this is your first time having a cock, it doesn't exactly take long... besides, your mind is too fogged by pure male need to cum to consider holding back. You thrust forward, letting out a long and utterly enthusiastic "HEE-HAWWWWW!" as you bury your big black pole in her to the hilt, your balls twitching and shuddering against hers as you empty yourself inside her. Celest squeals loudly as well, her cock twitching and firing off another load of her own, spattering neon jizz all over her purple tits and the glowing yellow pad of the teleporter, like some bit of retro-eighties art.\n\nThe two of you pant and shudder together, cocks still twitching and spurting a little as you come down, until finally, somewhat clearheaded again, you pull out of Celest, taking a moment to admire the somewhat gaping, darkened, cum-smeared mess you've made of her asshole. It squeezes closed again as she stands up, both of you getting to her feet and the satisfied-looking alien walking over to the console. "Alright, next experiment," she says with a happy sigh, hands moving to the console.\n\n<hr>\n[[Yeah, let's go!|GGAlien1x8]]\n\n[[Actually...|GGAlien]]

You waffle for a few moments, then sigh heavily and nod. "Okay, okay, I'll be your guinea pig."\n\n"Yay!" Celest squeals, hopping forward and throwing her arms around you, practically stuffing your head through the window of her top and burying it between her boobs in her excitement. "Thanks Cyan, thanks so much, I really appreciate it, and-! ... Oops, sorry," she murmurs, pushing you back and stepping away.\n\n"I-it's fine," you stammer, flushed and with rumpled hair.\n\n"Just step up on that platform to the left there, I'll get better readings if I beam you from pad to pad. Oh," Celest adds, pausing in her movement towards the central console. "You might want to go ahead and take off your clothes."\n\n"Huh?" you ask, then oh. "So that they don't get, like... telefragged into something?"\n\n"More so they don't get all ripped apart. See, the subjects don't always arrive merged, especially with humans," she says with a sheepish grin as she starts working the controls. "A lot of times just the human comes out at the end, and then the merged genetics... assert themselves. So there's a lot of clothing damage."\n\n"Oh." Sighing, you nevertheless start to strip down... resisting the urge to check whether Celest is looking at you as you do (or if there's any response from that incredibly lewd bulge in her shorts... man, don't they have shame on her planet?)... after all, this is just troubleshooting, right? You pull off your shirt and toss it aside near the platform, then toe out of your shoes before undoing your jeans, pushing them and your panties down and sliding off your socks at the same time, trying not to think about how you're shaking your ass in the air and displaying your pussy and pucker to your new alien friend. When you do straighten up and glance over, Celest still seems to be focused on the console... but you also notice that she's standing a little closer to it and has her lower body turned a bit further away. Flushing all the way to your collarbone, you decide to follow her example and pretend that nothing's happened, just stepping up onto the teleporter pad and moving to one side of it. "Alright, ready as I'll ever be," you announce.\n\n"Okay! I was just picking out a subject to start with. Since I'm concentrating the reactor resources all on the scanners and teleporter I can get just about anything from Earth, but obviously something unattended is best. Luckily..." She grins, then slides up two risers on the console.\n\nThere's a glowy effect, and a cow materializes on the pad next to you with an effect not unlike a bunch of polygons fitting together like one of those 3D puzzles. You jerk a little to the side as it lows, the bell around its neck jingling as it turns its head back and forth, its hide white and brown splotched and with a fairly heavy udder underneath it. "You're gonna use a cow?" you ask a little plaintively.\n\n"They're one of the most plentiful large mammals on the planet, plus humans are closely entwined with them, so yeah we've done a lot of snagging them to figure out what's what," Celest admits. "Because of that we've got a lot of data on them so I figured that would be the best place to start. Okay, here we go, test one!"\n\nShe works the sliders again, and you feel that same strange slightly tingly slightly distant slightly relaxing sensation of going to pieces as you did earlier, vaguely aware of the cow doing the same out of the corner of your eye. And then you're coming back together on the pad in front of Celest, jerking a little again at the sudden shift in position, and this time your movement causing a jangle from the cowbell you're now wearing. You hurriedly look down at yourself and pat your bare stomach, hips, and tits a few times, but other than wearing the cow's bell, everything seems normal. "I don't think it did anything," you announce, glancing up at Celest. "I still seem to be mmmoooooooo!"\n\nYour eyes widen as that sound comes out of you, then you lurch forward as your body starts twitching and shuddering, hugging yourself with both arms. Your tits expand out in a surge so rapidly they actually jiggle and wobble from the initial burst of growth, before settling into a slower, more gradual swelling as you can feel them filling with milk. You shudder, eyes rolling as they turn a deep, dark brown, your body twitching as your pussy starts drooling down your thighs even as it darkens, turning black even as the lips thicken and take on a different, animalistic texture. You let out another "Mmmmoooooooo!" as you arch your back, milk-heavy tits starting to dribble white from your now long, thick nipples, even as your skin darkens here and there, taking on the splotchy pattern. Your eyes roll as you have a small orgasm at the feel of your belly bulging out, turning pink, your new udder already starting to fill with milk even as it grows in and drapes heavily over your sodden crotch. You can just barely see your short horns poking their way out of your forehead, your next moo taking on an even more animalistic sound as your lower face pushes out somewhat, taking on a more muzzle-like configuration that still leaves you with fairly anthropomorphic features. \n\nOverwhelmed by the sensations of the change, you drop to all fours, your milk-heavy breasts and udder swaying beneath you and hanging down, all six teats dribbling milk to the surface of the teleporter pad as you shake your slowly growing and fattening ass, your tuft-tipped tail lashing back and forth over it as it grows in. "Mmmmooooooo, oh fuuuuuck, why ammmmooooo I so turned on?!"\n\n"Uh, yeah, this has happened a few times before too," Celest admits sheepishly, rubbing the back of her neck. "Apparently the merging process activates a lot of species' heat or rut cycles."\n\n<hr>\n[[Demand to be changed back, now!|GGAlien]]\n\n[[Demand to be fucked, now!!|GGAlien1x5]]

"I need to be fucked!" you gasp out, shaking your fat bovine ass, your motions making your tits and udder wobble as well, and the bell around your neck jangle. "I need cock! I need to be fucked, I need to be bred, I need to have cum dumped in me!"\n\n"Oh. Uh, well, yeah, I can do that!" Celest answers cheerfully, quickly moving around the console and shoving down her silver hotpants, letting them drop to the floor so she can step out of them and kick them aside. It looks like she does have a sheath, or something like one, her cock partially out of it. The head looks something like a horse's, with a thick flared tip, but the top is tilted backward and it comes to a slight point towards the bottom. It's purple like the rest of her skin along most of it, but the closer to the head it gets the more it's speckled and colored with hot purple. Her balls are even bigger and heavier than they looked in the shorts, hanging down, and you'd swear that there's a faint pink glow to them that makes them an even more vibrant hot purple than the tip of her shaft, which is growing longer and thicker as it hardens, until it really does look like something that belongs on a horse.\n\n"Oh God yes fuck me fuck me with that big alien cock I need it so bad," you whine, actually turning around on all fours to point your ass at her, shoving your dripping black pussy towards her needfully. You mmmoooooan as her hands almost immediately grab your ass, squeezing and kneading it eagerly, though you still buck and twist your hips to encourage her to fuck you, never having needed anything in your life as badly as you need her inside you. And then that flared, angled head is pressing up against your rubbery black cowpussy, and spreading it open inside, an animal low of ecstasy sounding as she starts pushing deep, deep into you, filling you up and stretching you even better than a bull could.\n\n"Ohhhhh fuck, Cyan, your bovine genitalia feel so good," Celest moans out, some of her more relaxed manner of speaking apparently escaping her in her pleasure. She shifts her hands to grab your waist as she begins pumping her hips eagerly, her lower body smacking against your ass and making it jiggle, while your overfull pink udder and milk-heavy tits wobble under you with the impact. "Ah, ah, your gluteus was pleasing before, but the additional fat deposits from your genetic mingling with the Bos Taurus have made it even more aesthetic! Nnnnh, ah, my own genitalia are in such a state of pleasure!" she gasps out, leaning over you as her own large tits bounce and wobble in the confines of her silver top, her yellow eyes rolling a little.\n\nYour own eyes have rolled up with pleasure as well, your broadened tongue lolling out as you give yourself over to the heat, your brain in a fog of pure animalistic need to be bred. Your black cowpussy squeezes hard around Celest's alien prick, trying to suck it deeper inside you so that she can give you fat healthy calfs. You moo even more joyously as Celest leans forward, her breasts pillowing against your back as she reaches under you, jerking and tugging at your teats, giving short bursts of milking to both your boobs and your udder, feeling a small orgasm shudder through you practically every time you spray milk on the transporter pad, all of it building up higher and higher as that twitching, hot unearthly prick pounds into your decidedly bestial cunt.\n\nFinally you throw back your head and give a long, loud, and utterly bovine moo of release as your cunt spasms, gushing girlcum all over Celest's prick and heavy purple balls. The alien moans and jabbers something in a completely incomprehensible language, her cock shuddering and jolting inside you as you feel something intensely warm and tingly spreading around deep inside you. She quickly straightens up and pulls out of you, slapping her dripping wet prick against your ass and spurting glowing neon pink slime all over your Holstein-patterned ass and back, the alien's headtentacles twitching and writhing with every shudder and twitch of her prick that sends a fresh splash of cum across your body.\n\nEventually she catches her breath, her cock drooping and half-hard as she looks down at you and grins. "Thinking a little more clearly now?" she asks in a chipper tone.\n\n"Y-... yeah," you answer breathlessly, starting to feel most of the urgency, the screaming <i>need</i> for sex, fad away into something more like a deep and abiding post-orgasmic buzz.\n\n"Great!" Giggling and giving you a playful smack on the ass that makes you moo in surprise, she stands and heads back towards the console, leaving a little trail of gooey glowing droplets in her wake as her softening cock drips on the floor. "I'll go ahead and send you back to another pad to undo the merging."\n\n<hr>\n[[Y-yeah.|GGAlien1x6]]\n\n[[No, wait!|GGAlien]]

"I guess I could help out? I mean, it's pretty cool to get to walk around on a spaceship, so I feel like I could pay you back for that," you allow, letting some of the wonder of actually standing on the bridge of an alien craft sink in, no matter how odd the circumstances (or the alien craft, or its owner). "Though I don't know how I can help you, since you've got all... this?"\n\n"Hey, technology doesn't make you omniscient or omnipotent, it just gives you a heck of a lot more that can go wrong," Celest says with a snort. "Like, this thing is really well-maintained, but there is one system that's glitching and [[you could help find what's wrong|GGAlien1x3]]. Alternatively, I've been working on [[adapting to human culture|GGAlien]]... well, the one that there's the most easily-accessible examples of, United States of America culture."\n\n"You seem pretty adapted to me," you admit, folding your arms over your chest and looking at her thoughtfully.\n\n"Oh sure, for a casual conversation, for a few minutes," Celest allows, shrugging. "But that's just where our cultures overlap and what I've absorbed from your accessible entertainment broadcasts. You wouldn't call someone that's only watched TV all their lives well-adapted, would you?"\n\n"Guess not," you allow, nodding. \n\n"And... well, this would be a <i>huge</i> favor to ask, but..." Celest hesitates, then says, "Right now there's a debate on my planet about how to regard humans. Don't worry, don't worry, it's nothing insane like threatening to blow up your planet," she hurries to add, probably due to the obvious alarm on your face. "No, that's just yikes. What I mean is, people on my planet feel like within about a century, you actually will at least be able to communicate with us, even if you're not able to travel to our planet on your own. So there are people that want to stonewall you, there are people that want to welcome you and help you along, there are the 'wait-and-see'ers. Basically, if you could [[come to my planet|GGAlien]] and answer a few questions in front of some people, it might help ease tensions. If you don't want to or feel up to it, don't worry at all, everything will work out fine anyway almost certainly, it'd just be one of those things that could help out a little."\n\nYou let that turn over in your head a few times. Go all the way to another planet and essentially act as a spokesperson for the human race? That's... a big responsibility. But maybe you could do it... or just help Celest personally, no shame in that.

Your brain briefly tries to reject what it's seeing and come up with some more reasonable explanation, but confronted by a fat man and a huge bag that clearly came down your chimney, apparently your own eyes outweigh your attempts at rationality. "Um, well, merry Christmas, uh... Santa."\n\n"Yes, merry Christmas, Holly," Santa answers with a chuckle, setting down his bag before resting his hands on his hips. "You've been an awfully good girl this year, so here I am."\n\n"Thank you, Santa. I mean, uh, seriously, thanks and all, but... aren't I a little old, to...?" You trail off, just pointing up at yourself, as if to make it clear why you're confused that Santa Claus is paying a visit to a woman of your age. Which, idly, makes you remember how scantily-dressed you are in front of the jolly old elf. You can feel your face heat, but since acting awkward now would just make it worse, you force yourself to continue to try and be as casual as possible.\n\n"I'll visit anyone who keeps Christmas in their hearts, Holly! And you've done a wonderful job of that over the years. So I always slip at least a little something under your tree. I imagine you usually think that a relative sent it and you forgot putting it under there."\n\nNow that he mentions it, you do sort of recall exactly that happening... well, practically every year since you moved out of your parents' place. (Also you'd always assumed that you'd just eaten and drank the ritual milk and cookies yourself right before going to bed and forgotten about it.) Well, gosh. Santa Claus... is real, and you're talking to him.\n\nAs if taking your silence for some sort of thought, Santa sighs a bit. "This is a bit troublesome, I admit. Usually when a child spots me, I can count on them to keep it secret... or, if I'm honest, their parents to just chuckle and pat them on the head if they insist they saw Santa. An adult seeing Santa... are you perhaps thinking you'd like something in return for not telling...?"\n\n<hr>\n[[No, of course not!|HollyXmas]]\n\n[[Well, maybe just a little something...|HollyXmas7x2]]\n\n[[Something, at least!|HollyXmas]]\n\n[[Oh you're going to milk him dry!|HollyXmas]]

"O-oh, well... I mean, I don't think I'm going to run out and start telling people I saw Santa, honestly, but... I mean, if maybe I could... have just a little something?" you say, holding up a hand with thumb and forefinger barely apart, giving him a sheepish smile. "... More to commemorate this than anything else? I mean, meeting you is already pretty special, but..."\n\n"Ho ho ho! Alright, alright, I understand," Santa says, adding a warm chuckle to the end of his already boisterous laugh. "That's more than fair! I deserve to go out of my way a little bit, letting myself get caught like this! So certainly, name something you think would be fun, Holly, and I'll do my very best!"\n\n<hr>\n[[A ride in his sleigh.|HollyXmas]]\n\n[[One missed gift.|HollyXmas]]\n\n[[A boyfriend.|HollyXmas12x1]]\n\n[[Some good dick.|HollyXmas7x3]]

"Some really good dick!" you blurt without really thinking. Then your face goes almost as red as Santa's jacket as he raises his bushy white eyebrows. "Um... well... like you said, I've been a very good girl this year, so I kind of haven't really... um... and I'm a little..."\n\n"Hmmmm. Well you do have a point," Santa murmurs, stroking his beard with one mittened hand. "You really have been <i>very</i> good and I suppose between that and this, you really do deserve something special. Well, alright then!" he declares cheerfully, giving you a thumbs-up. "I guarantee, Holly, that in the new year you will have some amazing dick!"\n\n"Oh <i>thank</i> you Santa!" you blurt, delight at this guarantee overcoming your embarrassment and making you hop happily in place a few times.\n\nSanta chuckles indulgently, walking over and patting you on the head. You immediately feel an intense drowsiness steal over you, and are completely unable to suppress a massive yawn almost immediately. Barely having enough mental energy left to murmur "Merry Christmas, Santa" you turn and shuffle your way back to your bedroom on autopilot. You crawl under the covers, murmuring something vague about looking forward to the dick before dropping off to sleep. \n\nYou awake in the morning feeling a bit groggy, shifting around, an unexpected weird, urgent pressure from your lower body. 'Guh... did I go harder on the eggnog or spiked chocolate than usual?' you think, your brain still fuzzy with sleep. You must have because you kind of remember a shockingly vivid dream about meeting Santa Claus, like something right out of a cheesy but sincere old movie. You roll over onto your back, giving an mmf at that stiffy, aching feeling shifting. What in the world...? You lift your quilt and peer down... then stare. After a second you throw the covers aside, sure that what you were seeing must have been a trick of the shadows but... nope.\n\nDown past the large rises of your breasts, still covered in red satin and displaying two distinct stiff peaks, is what is unmistakably a hard cock jutting up from <i>your</i> crotch. It's large, and thick, and throbbing, and you can <i>feel</i> it throbbing, and actually see it get just a bit harder, and longer, and thicker as you stare at it, a drop of pre welling up at the tip. Clearly it was dislodged from your panties when you rolled, since you can faintly see, and definitely feel, the red satin of your panties hugged up against a pair of large balls.\n\n'Well. I did ask for some really good dick,' you think rather faintly, the entire contents of the "dream" having abruptly come back to you.\n\nAnd, uh, it does in fact seem to be a <i>really good</i> dick. Perhaps your own absolute ideal of a dick. Long enough and thick enough to be impressive and to definitely hit all the right spots without being so huge as to be intimidating. Blemish-free and smooth enough to be very attractive and look like it would be ideal to stroke a hand (or your tongue) along, but also with just enough hints of veins that it doesn't wind up looking fake and plastic-y. It has a nice sense and look of having weight and yet isn't so heavy that it droops or doesn't twitch a little when it throbs.\n\nIt really is your ideal dick, the sort of dick that might have you dropping to your knees in praise if you saw it normally. But why is it on <i>you</i>?!\n\nIt occurs to you suddenly that Santa might not exactly be entirely "with it" on current lingo and phraseology, and took the idea that you wanted some good dick... well, not in the sense of you needing a good dicking-down, that's obvious. Tentatively, you spread your legs a bit and reach down, moving a trembling hand downward. At a thought, you turn your hand and pinch your thigh nice and hard, giving a little yip at the sharp feeling of your nails digging into your skin as well as the pinch. Yeah, not a dream. Swallowing hard, you slide your hand down, briefly cupping your new balls through the satin, shivering at the strange sense of gentle, warm pleasure that brings, before carefully raising them and nudging them... and the crotch of your panties... to the side. A bit of brushing with your middle fingertip draws first a sigh of relief, and then a gasp of pleasure... your pussy is still there, and seems <i>very</i> sensitive.\n\nIn fact just that light brush was enough to send a tingle of pleasurable sensation through your body, making your new cock twitch. You stare at it for a few moments before allowing your hand to do what it's wanted to since you first saw it... wrap around that hard, throbbing girth. Oh god, it even <i>feels</i> like your ideal dick you think as you moan loudly, starting to stroke. Not only does the foreign sensation of having a cock to stroke feel amazing, but it just feels so good in your hand, against your fingers. It drools pre gently just like you love it when a cock does, getting all over your fingers, making them that unique variety of slick-sticky that comes with it. Fuck, it feels almost as good to have this cock in your hand as it does to have it on your body!\n\nBefore you know what you're doing you're almost frantically jerking off your new prick, mewling and crying out as you thrust your hips up into your new hand. In very little time it's throbbing and twitching in your hand, your new cock proving its full functionality by shooting long, thick streamers of cum all over your bared belly and the full mounds of your breasts. The creamy white falls in dollops on the red satin of your top and starts to slowly soak in, dampening it over your stiff nipples and further stimulating them as you gently writhe in place, cumming juuust the exact perfect amount you've always wished men would cum for you... meaning, a lot.\n\nOnce you've emptied your new balls for the first time you slump to the bed, hot and panting and your heart pumping like you just ran a race. God... that was... amazing! Even if it's completely insane. You shake your head blearily, trying to clear the half-familiar haze of orgasm from your mind, sliding your hand down and blushing to find that you also squirted and soaked through your panties, leaving them clinging to your balls. ... Mmf, better be careful, don't want to wind up sticking your own cum inside yourself, as weirdly hot as that thought is to part of your brain.\n\nYou turn your head to the side, then jolt in place, sitting up. Oh crap, you overslept! You were supposed to be on the road already, you have barely any time left before the traffic gets <i>terrible</i>! The thought propels you up and out of bed and towards the bathroom, and you only stop when you realize the strange sensation of your still nearly fully-hard prick wagging back and forth in front of you, dripping bits of cum onto the carpet. Uh... right... this thing. Can you really go to your family Christmas with... this?\n\n<hr>\n[[Clearly not!|HollyXmas]]\n\n[[Well you guess you'll have to.|HollyXmas]]

Nope. Nope, you just can't help yourself. Gotta be able to <i>mess</i> with the game! You tap the option for the modded game, and with that same sort of strange transition as before, your surroundings become a stone cell lit entirely by a torch on the wall that you're facing, and a handful of candles scattered around. Even as you're distracted by the feeling of the bodysuit retracted and turning into what can only be called a "rag bikini" made of burlap you feel an intense sense of familiarity. Hey, it's the Alternate Start room, cool! You look back and forth, quickly spotting the Mara statue... and smirking a bit. Yeah, this has definitely already been modded. Instead of the motherly, almost nun-like Mara statue of the usual, this one has her hands spread wide, her robes open in front to display full, heavy tits, as if inviting you to embrace her (and not in the chaste manner).\n\n<img src="images/MaraStatue.jpg">\n\nYou're betting that since this is the thoroughly modded-up version of an already modded adaptation, there's probably some really interesting new options... or at least there better be, or you'll be severely disappointed. Hm... but surely you could access something before then, right? You take a few moments walking around the room... blushing just a little at how it feels to walk around a very real and rather drafty environment wearing nothing but a few scraps of burlap... which, yeesh, that's the first thing that's gotta go. ... Actually, why not? You're alone here. Smirking, you snag the top and bottom and give both a good yank, ripping what few pieces of cloth were holding them on, and stand naked in the cell. This is... kinda vaguely lewd already, though some mild exhibitionism is hardly as far as you want to go.\n\nAfter a few moments you find something on the table next to the Mara statue, the one with the soul gem holder where lockpicks appear if you decide you want to get out of the cell. It's a gold coin, but rather than any of the Septim markings you've ever seen, it simply says 'Flip' on one side and 'Catch' on the other. So, with a shrug, you flip the coin and catch it out of the air... and HUD elements immediately pop up in front of you, showing the typical blue, red, and green bars you're used to, as well as a button reading 'Menu' and another reading 'Mods'. Nice. You reach out and tap the 'Mods' one first of all, and it brings up another window, this one fairly compact. You notice that the flames of the torch and candles have stopped moving, so the game must freeze when you have this open, that's convenient. \n\n'Available Mods for Area:\n[[Enhanced Character Menu|Cyrim]]\n\n[[Schwanstuckers of Skyrim|Cyrim1x2]]\n\n[[Character Maxboost|Cyrim]]\n\n[[World Modifications|Cyrim2x1]]'\n\nHm, only three, huh? ... Well, it's just the Alternative Start area after all. Plus you're betting at least that middle one (heh) will still be available at other points in the game if you need it. You're betting if it's there, all the equivalents of stuff like Sexlab are just baked right in and you don't need to mess with setting them up. ... Hrm, or setting your preferences either. Oh well, you'll manage. So let's see... Enhanced Character Menu, that's presumably what would let you edit your character model. Meaning, yourself. Hm, maybe even change your race? Wonder what sort of neat mod races it's got. \n\nThat's a slightly different SoS than you're familiar with... but like you were thinking, you can prooobably access that any time you want while you're out there. Just that if you use it here, you're essentially deciding to start the whole game playing as a cock-wielder, heh. And probably making it your goal to fuck as many of the denizens of Skyrim into drooling, ahegao'd messes as you can, because why else would you do a full futa playthrough?\n\nAnd the third would probably do the obvious cheat thing of ramping all your stats and skills to the absolute max before you even started playing. From a first person perspective, man... you'd definitely almost have to just choose the vanilla start after that and see how badly you could break the standard flow of the game, mod menu or not, because you bet you could do some extra wild stuff as basically Superwoman in here!\n\nThe fourth is probably mods that affect the entire game world... probably stuff that alters gameplay, adds or changes races, stuff like that. Basically if you wanted to head right into a wholly different Skyrim right off the bat.

Look, you may or may not have already played several hundred (or possibly thousand) hours of Skyrim running around the land of the Nords as a girl with a fat dick, engaging in not-terribly-well-aligned lewdity with NPCs. It would not be entirely unfair to say it is an essential part of your play experience at this point, so may as well go ahead and make it your starting point. You tap the menu option, and it's replaced by a new screen topped by 'SELECT YOUR SCHWANSTUCKER'. \n\n'[[King Kock|Cyrim]] - Behold, the Staff of Talos! Any Nord who gazes upon this mighty member shall know you as their true ruler, and filled with new vigor and faith in its presence! Even other races will be at the least staggered and awed at the sight of it, and it is a simple matter to prove its might to them and conquer them, making them your loyal subjects!'\n\n'[[Daedra Dick|Cyrim]] - A member granted by the Daedric lords. Hosts a variety of abilities to drain, warp, and enslave those it's used on, which will only grow more powerful with time and use. But beware! This fuckstick can only be used for evil!'\n\n'[[Money Member|Cyrim]] - A cursed cock that will turn anyone cum in with it into a valuable substance suitable for sale (or use as materials).'\n\n'[[Lover's Lunger|Cyrim]] - A thing of such beauty and natural granting of pleasure that anyone seeing it will be at least mildly charmed, and those who experience will fall deeply in love with you.'\n\n'[[Penis|Cyrim]] - It's a penis.'

Screw it, may as well admit you're enjoying this. Grinning wickedly, you nod. "Yeah, next up!"\n\n"Alright! Hm, better adjust the pad size a bit," Celest murmurs, working some of the other controls. You blink as the room seems to abruptly grow a bit larger, including the pads (and the one you're standing on) doubling in size. Then the purple-skinned alien says, "Alright, beaming up... now!"\n\nAs you suppose you might have expected from her expanding the size of the platform, the thing that appears next to you isn't exactly a rabbit. Instead it towers over you, sporting leathery gray skin and big, tree trunklike legs. The elephant at least seems docile enough, turning its head back and forth, trunk raising from between its long tusks as it gives a blast of curiosity.\n\n"Whoa," you murmur, eyes widening both at the sheer size of the beast, and the size of its massive, wrinkled gray balls. "Celest, are you sure about this? I mean..." You decide to be honest. "I mean, at this point I'm down, but can you... take what it'll be like?"\n\n"Hm. I proooobably ought to change, just in case," she allows. You look over, then stare as her cock smoothly pulls back up into its near-sheath and inside, just before her balls pull up and inside her as well, apparently shrinking as they do. Her crotch bulges and then gently opens up, turning into a very thick-lipped pussy that bulges a little between her thighs. "There. Don't worry, my anatomy's very... adaptable, I'll be just fine like this. Now, you ready?"\n\nShrugging and grinning, you announce "Pachyderm me up!" This time, you're already getting turned on at the sensation of being beamed, and almost immediately after you rematerialize on the main pad you grab your tits and start kneading eagerly, moaning. "Ohhhh yeah, fuck, I can feel it starting!" you groan happily as your tits start to swell in your hands, gradually turning gray as they grow, your fingers gradually thickening as you knead at them. As your ears grow wider and thinner and your nose starts to push outward from your face, expanding into something tubelike as your nostrils reorient to the front of it, you reach one hand down and grab your cock as it starts to grow in, and grow, and grow, stroking and pumping it as it begins writhing and shuddering. In fact your whole body is growing, expanding, your hips and legs and middle getting thicker, ass more full and round as your tail pushes out and swings over it, the gray from your tits spreading out gradually through your whole body. You let out an exultant bellow through your new trunk as you just keep getting bigger and bigger, passing seven feet, and then eight feet as your body turns thick and heavyset, with tits the size of beanbag chairs and still growing.\n\nFinally you stop at roughly eleven feet tall, letting out another long trumpet from your trunk as you raise both hands back to your tits again, letting your cock sway in the air on its own. It's not shaped too dissimilarly to your trunk, actually... and you seem to have a fair bit of control over it too, able to make it sway, or curl, or thrust all on its own. Celest approaches, yellow eyes a little glazed, as if she wer mesmerized by its movements. Without a moment's hesitation you pick her up, your big hands wrapping around her middle, her body practically weightless to you as you raise her up, the end of your trunk stroking over her face, snuffling and 'kissing' as she wriggles. Her hands come to rest on your huge, boulder-like gray tits, stroking and pressing against them, her body wriggling and her mouth giving moans into your trunk as your near-prehensile prick rubs against her thighs and her ass. And then you pull her down and thrust your cock upwards at the same time, the alien howling with sluttish glee as she's stretched wider than both your arms would have been before the teleporter merge, the immense outline of your trunklike cock sliding up her belly and between her breasts.\n\nYou barely even have to move your hands or hips, largely able to thrust your cock in and out of her with its own powerful muscles... as much as you're stroking her face and neck and tits adoringly with your trunk, you can't help but feel like you're using her like some sort of masturbation aid for your immense prick, and you love it. From the way her overstretched pussy is trying to clench around your pachyderm prick, and that she's gushing every second or third stroke with enough pale pink girlcum to soak your heavy gray balls, or that she seems to be babbling what you suspect is a lot of variants on 'fuck me' in her own language, you're almost certain she's enjoying being used as a sex toy too. You lift her up and press her between your huge tits, her entire upper body almost disappearing inside them, your big hands grabbing her ass and using it for leverage as you work her over your thrusting, writhing, wriggling elephant cock.\n\nEventually you thrust your trunk in the air and let out a long bellow as you start emptying your elephantine balls into your little alien friend. Celest lolls back, her eyes rolled and her tongue jutting out and then lolling down her cheek by about a foot as the immense outline of your prick in her belly gradually begins to soften as it swells and grows. You can still see the head where it rests between her huge purple tits, and almost swear you could see a little bulge every time your prick shudders and shoots another blast, but mostly you can see her belly wobble and shudder heavily until she looks about ten months pregnant.\n\n"Ah... ah... wow," she murmurs once she's pulled her tongue back into her mouth, giving another shiver, her pussy clenching snug around you. Not a single drop of your cum has escaped, as far as you can tell. "Wow. That one was..."\n\n"Yeah," you rumble in a much deeper voice, ears flapping.\n\n"Mm. Okay, put me down, so I can reverse the beam," she says, wriggling a little.\n\n<hr>\n[[You got it.|GGAlien1x9]]\n\n[[Oh I don't think so.|GGAlien]]

"Mmm, 'kay," you murmur, though your voice is such a carrying rumble that it sounds a bit like you used a bullhorn. You lift Celest up and off your cock, sliding it out of her, the alien moaning and then giving a squeak as so much cum falls out of her at once that it's like somebody dumped a bucket of it on the ground. She laughs as more of it drains, her stomach slowly flattening it out. \n\n"I think I'll need to turn on the extra duty cleaning cycle for the pad on this beam!"\n\nYou chuckle at that, waiting until she seems mostly emptied out to set her down away from the small pond of cum that came out of her. She trots back to the console, her whole lower body still soaked and pussy gradually closing up, and spends a few moments as before working switches and dials. And then you're back on the other pad, watching the elephant derez and disappear a moment later. "Had a lot of fun on that one, huh?" you say with a smirk, looking over at Celest.\n\n"I think we've both had a lot of fun on all these," she answers with a giggle, then mms. "I'm... pretty sure I have all the data I need, now. I mean, we could always go for one more, but... I'm not sure it's necessary..."\n\n<hr>\n[[Agree to one more.|GGAlien]]\n\n[[Suggest calling it good.|GGAlien]]\n\n[[Suggest an experiment.|GGAlien]]\n\n[[Suggest a lifetime of tests.|GGAlien1x10]]

"The guards are still alive, but they're out," you comment for the sake of your team. "I think you were right, they must be augments of some sort."\n\n"Touch the wounds briefly with different fingers, we'll analyze the sensor readings," Ryoko directs.\n\n"You're in," Karin says a moment later, the heavy doors sliding apart and letting you step inside. It's appropriately sciencey-looking, lots of control consoles, cables draped around, and at the center some sort of large ring with various prongs and emitters studding the inner lining of it. As soon as you're inside, the doors slide shut behind you and there's a grinding noise. "Alright, I activated the emergency magnetic seals, those doors are practically fused together now, no way anyone's getting in after you once they notice something's going on."\n\n"But how will I...?"\n\n"There's an escape pod, Kuroko Sakai apparently had one put in for herself in case anything went wrong while she was on-site. Once we're done, I'll boot it up and we'll just launch you right out of there!"\n\n"Alright, so how do I...?"\n\n"I'll guide you through a basic hack to get one of the terminals started, then use the connection through your suit to finish the job and help you set the generators to blow."\n\nYou head to one of the computers and follow Karin's instructions to get past the password entry prompt and find the right program, then watch as the screen begins flickering and moving at a much faster pace. After that you rush about the room setting levers and switches, doing your best to ignore the faint pounding noises you can now hear at the entry door. Once you've thrown the last switch, part of the wall slides open to reveal a small chamber with an overdesigned seat and crash webbing. You leap into it and yank the straps into place, just in time as the doors swing back closed and you feel intense pressure as the pod launches. You watch the facility shrink below you, and a moment later a long gout of fire and debris issuing from the point where the pod launched. Well, mission accomplished, it looks like.\n\nThe pod lands about a minute later, hitting the ground hard and rolling around, and while it's jarring apparently the seat and restraints were specifically designed to keep someone from suffering so much as a bruise in just such a landing. You unstrap and yank on the door release, scrambling out and following Ryoko's transmitted directions on which way to turn and start running. You cross several roads before eventually making your way to a highway on-ramp where the van is idling and waiting for you.\n\nYou return to the facility, stripping out of your suit and showering, changing into a pair of hiphugger white panties and a sleeveless white top that barely covers your breasts, which is apparently the standard "casual" uniform for Operatives when they've just finished a mission. You pad out into the after-action room, finding Ryoko and Karin waiting for you.\n\n"The mission was a success," Ryoko reports. "We've determined that the machines, their schematics, and various rare materials have been destroyed. We'll likely still need to remove the scientist Kuroko Sakai used to design them from her clutches, but that's a matter for another day. As for the guards, it looks like I was right... some genetic therapy using animal DNA to give them denser muscle mass and stronger bones. It appears Kuroko Sakai might be closer to a breakthrough on that front than we imagined, but even then it's far cruder and less effective than our own techniques. The threat is... negligable."\n\n"That's good to hear, at least," you acknowledge with a nod.\n\n"Speaking of which, this mission went pretty much flawlessly," Karin says, grinning. "So your rating has been bumped up, and you've been cleared to receive one of two different upgrades."\n\n"Oh? Do I somehow earn credits with these missions that I can only 'afford' one?"\n\n"No, no, it's not like that," Karin replies, raising a hand and waving off that idea with a wag of her hand. "It's that you sort of rank up, allowing you a greater allocation of resources. And while the resource intensity of these procedures is one factor, it's also that all of this is some level of experimental, and we haven't yet figured out how to make these two procedures play nice with each other. Mice testing with both of these upgrades... hasn't gone so well." She coughs into one hand, then says, "Anyway! There's an upgrade we can give you that will allow you to produce different types of pheremones that will have different effects on people."\n\n"Oh? Like the orgy grenade?" you say dryly. "Or do you mean like the 'mind fog' ability I had before?"\n\n"Ehhh, a little of column A, a little of column B. The Mistress's technique for changing someone into a futa isn't entirely based in science and we can't replicate it, and the few people she chooses to bestow it on are deemed too valuable to risk in the field as operatives." At your flat expression, Karin shrugs. "Hey don't look at me, just tellin' ya what I was told. But yeah, you can make people lust after you... you can also make them afraid of you, or not want to notice you, stuff like that. Anyway, the other is the next step of the treatment you already have on your muscles... it increases flexibility, durability, stretchability of pretty much your whole body. It will let you push your strength even farther since you won't have to worry about muscle and tendon tears, and give you much greater flexibility and agility as well."\n\n<hr>\n[[Get the pheremone treatment.|Kyoko]]\n\n[[Get the muscle treatment.|Kyoko3x9]]

"The muscle treatment sounds like it's the better option," you decide. "There were a few times in those vents I really wanted to be a little more bendy."\n\n"Alright! C'mon down to the proper lab then and we'll get you hooked up."\n\nYou follow Karin down the hall and into another room where there are several large pieces of machinery, and she instructs you to strip. You're fairly used to this by now, and barely blush at all as you peel out of your combat suit and stand naked in front of the small woman. She beckons you to lean down and instructs you to open your mouth wide, then sprays some sort of aerosol into your mouth, making you fight not to cough or hack as she practically hoses down your throat. You can't help but jerk back some as she sprays it into your nose however. "Gah! What is that?!"\n\n"Delivery system for a form of simple nanite that lines your mouth, throat, and the inside of your nose. They process carbon dioxide back into oxygen hyperefficiently, so you can essentially breathe forever, as long as at least some movement of air from your lungs up into your mouth and nose is occurring. Well, I say forever, but these last about a week before their tiny little scrubbers wear out and they shut down and get passed out of your body," Karin explains as she starts typing at a console. A large machine arm holding a square of something stretched out and shiny... looks kind of like rubber... about eight feet on a side swivels around and lowers to about knee height nearby. "But you'll only be in about two days, waaaay inside the safety margin! Go ahead and climb on."\n\n"... Climb on?" you ask blankly, staring down at the taut rubber sheet.\n\n"Yeah, for this process to work, we need to get surface contact with as much of your body as possible. This material is made up in large part of the same stuff we're bonding to your muscles, so once you're in we'll be passing a specific level of power through it and gradually your body will absorb it. Just lay out spread-eagle. Oh, and make sure your braid's not between your skin and the material!"\n\nStill a little dubiously, you carefully climb up onto the sheet of rubbery stuff. Despite being fairly thin it only gives about as much as the surface of a thoroughly-inflated air mattress, and after a moment you shift around to lay back on it, feeling it yield underneath your bare ass and back before you lay your legs on it... and, as an afterthought, flip your braid out to the side so that it's laying curled in a slight arc around your arm. You settle with your legs and arms spread, then your eyes widen as another mechanical arm swings an identical sheet of rubber out over you and lines up before it begins to slowly lower. "Um, Karin...?"\n\n"Just relax! And keep your mouth open so the nanites have maximum area to work, you'll be fine! You could easily survive no problem for up to two weeks in there with more efficient oxygen nanites," Karin chirps cheerfully.\n\nUnable to think of anything else to do, you open your mouth wide and inhale deeply right before the rubber sheet comes down over you. You can feel it stretching over your front, pressing you down more firmly into the sheet below, before there's a low drone and both sheets start becoming tighter around you. You can't help but squirm and writhe as the two sheets start to draw together, becoming a tight seal around you and then that seal drawing in closer and closer to your skin. The rubber presses up around your arms and legs and head first, and you can actually feel some of it push into your open mouth before it stops, the tight grip of the rubber around your jaw and face keeping your mouth held permanently in that position, even as the rubber seals down against the lines of your forehead, eyes, and cheeks. You can feel it conforming to your breasts too, suctioning on so tightly that every bit of your stiff nipples is hugged by the material. It begins to suction in just as tightly between your legs, hugging up against the puffy lips of your pussy, tightly conforming to each one, even as the rubber behind you lifts and separates your asscheeks, the material going in so far that you can feel it pressing all around your pucker. You can only imagine what you must look like from the outside... a detailless rubber statue suspended in a field of black, or maybe some half-finished love doll with its mouth gaping open and pussy and ass on display just waiting for a cock.\n\nYou feel yourself moving, an effortless mechanical swing and glide without regard for if you might be jostled, since you're completely immobilized anyway. You think you've been moved upright but you have no way of knowing. You're also not certain but you think there's a faint sound... it's not even like white noise, more like the memory of white noise. Is that the power field Karin mentioned? Every time you think you can hear it and strain to do so everything just dissolves into absolute and utter silence, like it's all absolute and utter darkness. Your chest is barely even moving when you breathe, the rubber restricting your chest and stomach so tightly that it's more like tiny pants that even you can barely notice. It's almost like you really have become some sort of rubber doll, locked here in this vacuum-sealed blackness.\n\nTwo days of this?!\n\n<hr>\n[[Three days later...|Kyoko3x10]]

"I think if this is what I'm going to do now, I should focus on it. I don't want to be a 'bandaid'," you answer after thinking it over. Then blink. "But wait, I don't want you to have to give up being principal."\n\n"It's fine, Kyoko." Ryoko holds up one hand. "That position there was to help the Mistress's goals... that's what I'll be doing here too, so it's no trouble to shift my methods. And here I can help you."\n\nOver the next few weeks, you begin training with your newly augmented body, and learning what you need to know to become an agent of Katsuko's better world. It goes pretty quickly... the changes to your body mean that physical changes are less visible but more profound when they occur, your muscles becoming more efficient rather than larger and bulkier, faster and stronger from the set and getting moreso the more you push yourself. You've always been adept at learning and integrating new information, but now it becomes almost effortless. In the space of time that it takes most soldiers to go through boot camp, you've already absorbed the knowledge and physical techniques of a highly-trained infiltrator and fighter.\n\nYou also learn how this particular setup works. There are three types of people with actual titles... Operatives, Operators, and Optimizers. While there are a number of other workers, they all quietly go about their jobs and seem to never directly interact with the other three unless they're being given orders to do something. Operatives are the actual field agents, Operators are their handlers who feed them information and prep them for missions and support them while they're out, and Optimizers are the ones who work on the cyborg Operatives' cybernetic systems and provide them equipment. The whole thing is called "Ops", cutely enough.\n\nYour Optimizer is a petite girl who looks like she's barely sixteen named Karin. She has brown skin, thick, violently orange hair tied back with a day-glo green bandanna, mismatched eyes (one bright blue, one bright <i>yellow</i>), and typically goes about in a white tubetop and baggy many-pocketed grey pants usually held up by several belts full of tools and instruments. She provides you with your Operative suit, almost identical to the one you saw before, textured rubber with plastic-looking armor plates at certain points, though yours are purple instead of white, and, well, it fits rather differently on your far less impressive bust and body than the other Operative's. \n\n"And this is your MetaGun," Karin chirps, handing you the purple and black weapon with both hands. It's almost a rectangle, basically just with holes for your fingers and the trigger. You look it over as she explains. "It can be loaded with almost any conventional ammunition out there presuming the magazine will actually fit inside... we're working on a rifle that will take the bigger stuff. It's almost completely silent, a-"\n\n"Almost completely?" you interrupt, glancing up.\n\n"Mm, silenced weapons aren't like they show you on movies and TV. Most suppressors available out there will just barely knock a gunshot down out of the 'hearing damage for the shooter' range, they definitely won't actually silence the weapon. This thing is about as loud as those movie silenced guns are, but it's taken billions in research and a lot of time for us to make it, and you're holding one of less than a dozen in the world." Karin shrugs a little. "But yeah, it's quiet, and one of the most important things is the variable surface barrel. That's part of the silencing system, but it also varies up the grooves it leaves on bullets. We can reprogram it on the fly but usually come up with a whole new one every job, so it's impossible to tie two jobs to the same Operative... or, we can make it match the characteristics of another gun's barrel."\n\n"So you can make it look like someone else did the shooting," you add, nodding slowly.\n\n"Why take down one bad guy when you can take down two with one job? But yeah, as you can imagine, this would be a devastating weapon if it ever fell into the wrong hands. It's designed to self destruct pretty thoroughly if it ever gets more than a few feet from you while it's out of Ops, so don't go putting it down somewhere and forgetting it. They might take it out of your paycheck!"\n\n"I'll keep that in mind." You smile and tuck it behind your back, feeling it adhere to the suit as if it had been stuck into a holster. "Anything else?"\n\nKarin's mismatched eyes glint and she reaches out her hands, wiggling her fingers. "Haaaaair."\n\nLaughing, you turn and sit down, allowing Karin to undo the braid you've taken to wearing your hair in, brush out your hair, and redo the braid. She is good at it, and Ryoko said keeping your Optimizer happy is always a good idea, and she seems positively ecstatic at being allowed to do this for you. Once you've finished your little haircare session and bid Karin good day, you head to the briefing Ryoko has called, settling down armed and armored to watch as she starts her presentation. The screen at one end of the room fills with the image of a Japanese woman, her face attractive but severe, full of sharp angles, hair pulled back and wound into a bun, wearing a fairly conservatively-cut suit and flanked by very same-y looking men in black suits.\n\n"This is Kuroko Sakai. A very wealthy woman from a very old family that has always prided itself on its power and influence in the Japanese government. That power and influence has waned ever since the dissolution of the samurai class, and they've grown politically weaker with every passing generation, even as they've gained wealth. We believe that Sakai has begun amassing technologies that will allow her to seize not just the power her family once had, but all the power that ancient Japan felt it should have had."\n\n"Are you talking about... conquering the world?" You blink. "She's a <i>supervillain</i>?"\n\n"I think the correct term would be 'aspiring supervillain', but we'd like to put a stop to that before she gets all the way there. Kuroko Sakai will be our particular focus until such time as we either fully dismantle her plans or are overridden with some greater need. Now, this is a facility where one of her technological terrors is being developed," Ryoko continues, changing the image on the screen. "Some sort of gravity manipulation experiment. It may be a new kind of weapon... or an attempt at something far more strange, Sakai is known to have an interest in the occult. The experiment is guarded by heavy physical security, as well as a detail of ninjas housed on-site."\n\n"Ninjas. You're telling me she has ninjas," you note flatly.\n\n"If the cyborg with the impossible gun will kindly cease pointing out the ridiculousness of other aspects of this mission?" Ryoko chirps without looking away from the screen.\n\n"... Okay fair enough."\n\n"Thank you. Now, having studied this facility fairly thoroughly, it looks like there are two ways into the chamber. Once there you will be able to set the various energy production devices to overload and wipe the servers... we are relatively certain Kuroko Sakai has not stored off-site backups for fear of them being seized and used against her. The first way is directly, via a system of utility passages. This is the most direct path, and the least likely to result in detection, as the passages are shielded... but this also means we have no accurate idea of what other defenses you may encounter in them. The somewhat longer way in would be to go in through the guard barracks here, and then take the same path the guards use to go on guard duty in the chamber. We at least know what you'll be facing there, however... guards, various defense turrets, and a few other forms of physical security. It's up to you which you think is best."\n\n<hr>\n[[Utility passages.|Kyoko]]\n\n[[Barracks.|Kyoko3x5]]

"I'll go in through the barracks," you decide after a few moments of thought. "Better the devil we know."\n\n"While my general philosophy disagrees, in the case of mission parameters that's a reasonable enough statement," Ryoko responds a little dryly. "Alright, we'll be moving out in about an hour."\n\nSoon you're bundling into the back of a van with Karin and Ryoko, the driver taking off. Karin grins and hands over a cylinderical object with a capped button on one end. "Here, you can use this to incapacitate the guards in the barracks."\n\n"Some sort of sleeping gas...?"\n\n"No, we've never found one of those that's really, consistently effective... either the unaffected rate is too high or the fatality rate is too high. This is... well, you could call it a pheremone bomb," Karin explains, putting a fingertip to her cheek thoughtfully. "It's actually got a lot of other things in there besides pheremones, but it stimulates immediate and extreme sexual arousal and desire in whoever inhales it... essentially to the point that they can't think about anything other than fucking, overriding all personal preferences and drives. And since there are a bunch of similarly, visibly aroused people around..."\n\nYou blink, then stare down at the item in your hand. "... This is an orgy grenade."\n\n"Oh hey, that's a good name for it! I'll run that by the rest of R&D!" Karin chirps happily.\n\nYou shake your head, then place the thing against your hip, knowing that most Ops-produced equipment adheres to the Operative suits when placed. Soon the van pulls to a stop and you step out, carefully looking around before leaping the fifteen foot wall, only scrambling a little over it close to the top, and zipping across the grounds, Ryoko's voice in your ear guiding you away from cameras, motion detectors, and... land mines. Yeah, this is definitely not your average Japanese industrialist. Reaching the wall of the facility, you wait for Karin's notification that she's altered the fingers and toes of your suit before leaping up and then flinging yourself further up the wall, the texture of your suit in those locations having changed to give you enough traction to keep going up. You land on the roof and make your way to the appropriate ceiling access panel, then slip into... is this an air vent? It seems sort of large, albeit a little cramped around you. Well, it is a very big facility, you suppose they need to move a <i>lot</i> of air around.\n\n"You're drawing in on the main barracks now," Ryoko's voice says calmly in your ear. "Once you deploy the... orgy grenade... give it about thirty seconds. That should be plenty of time for the air to clear and for the guards to be thoroughly engaged with one another."\n\n"I've remotely released the locks on the vent cover, so just drop it in there," Karin adds cheerfully.\n\n"Understood." Indeed, you can see the light from the vent ahead, and hear voices talking. It sounds like mostly men, but one or two women as well... how nice, a supervillain who's an equal opportunity hirer. You think you can just barely reach the vent if you stretch out... hm, but will that really do the job? Shouldn't you try to toss it right in the center of the room for best effect...?\n\n<hr>\n[[Just drop it.|Kyoko3x6]]\n\n[[Optimal placement.|Kyoko5x1]]

Hm. Karin said it was fine to just drop it, and she probably helped make the damn thing so she'd probably know. You slip the grenade off of your hip and stretch your arm out, raising the vent just enough, then take a deep breath before hitting the button and rolling the grenade forward and out through the vent. You listen to the few calls of surprise and some hissing. A voice demands you show yourself, but about halfway through trails off into panting and moans while you're counting down in your head. By the time you get to thirty, there's nothing but moaning and gasping and the sounds of flesh slapping on flesh coming up from the vent.\n\nYou scoot forward and push the vent off completely, peering through to take in the situation. Looks like about three women and a good fifteen men, most with their black uniforms torn and ragged, some having already stripped completely naked. All three women have a cock in each hole and are moaning and sucking eagerly, one of them also pumping two cocks with her hands and rubbing them against her bared tits. The remaining men are all fucking, well, other men, either the ones who are pounding away at the women or just each other. You flush some at the sight, but remind yourself not to get distracted... this is just part of the mission.\n\nYou drop down through the opening and land lightly, striding forward... luckily looks like all of them are too focused on their current partner(s) to pay you any mind. You scoop up an access card from a pile of ripped and discarded clothing and swipe it at the door, heading out into the corridor and turning right at Ryoko's direction in your ear. Here and there you stop or slip into small alcoves to hide as directed, waiting for patrols to pass or for Karin to hack cameras.\n\n"The entry to the experiment chamber should be just ahead," Ryoko says, voice calm and even and at a normal volume, obviously knowing she doesn't need to whisper.\n\nYou peek around the corner, and whisper back, "It's guarded."\n\n"More ninjas?"\n\n"Not unless there's a sumo division. One guy's big, beefy, and potbellied, the other just looks plain fat," you respond as you size up the duo.\n\n"Hm. Either Sakai has become desperate for help, or they're some form of augments."\n\n"Like me?"\n\n"Doubtful. Absolutely nothing we have says that she's even close to our level. Initial experiments with animal gene splicing, that sort of thing, their muscles might be denser and more efficient at best. It might be best to simply take them out, though we primarily wanted to avoid fatalities on this mission. I'll leave that decision up to you, Kyoko... you'll have to be the one to pull the trigger."\n\n<hr>\n[[Shoot them.|Kyoko3x7]]\n\n[[Fight them.|Kyoko]]\n\n[[Try to talk your way past.|Kyoko]]

You don't like the idea of violence, but you like the idea of Kuroko Sakai finishing whatever these experiments of hers are even less. You reach back to take hold of your gun, taking a few moments to mentally prepare yourself. You can't hesitate once you're out there, you have to work through all your hesitation and your regret right here and now. You force your racing heart to calm a little (though it pretty much races all the time now), take a few deep breaths, then grip the gun with both hands and swing into action.\n\nThe two big men have just a moment of gawking in shock before you open fire, your gun giving off soft *pnt!* sounds with each trigger pull. Two right in center mass for each one, high on the chest, the shots sending them staggering back and thudding to the wall, before they slide down to the floor. You wait just a moment to make sure that neither looks to be getting back up, then head forward. "Alright, the guards are down."\n\n"Hacking the door now," Karin replies, tone a little crisper than before.\n\nYou glance down at the guards, unable to help assessing their condition. Actually... it looks like they're both alive. They're both groaning quietly and seem to be mostly unconscious, but both are breathing, and the slightly darker spots on their black uniforms aren't spreading very quickly. It looks like Ryoko was right, they're augments of some sort... it looks like the density of their muscles stopped your bullets from penetrating very far, despite being specifically designed to penetrate body armor. You shiver a little... these two could be very dangerous working for the wrong person, which they apparently do.\n\nThey also probably won't be too happy with you if they ever see you again.\n\n<hr>\n[[Finish them off.|Kyoko]]\n\n[[Leave them be.|Kyoko3x8]]

You take one last desperate look around for any possible sign of your supposed protector before turning and bolting. You hear a savage, barely human snarl from behind you and feel a sharp pain across your lower back, which quickly turns into an unbearable heat that begins spreading through your entire body. Screaming, you drop to the ground, body twitching out of your control... this is like the pain you felt being transformed into this body, but without the strange sense of pleasure to provide some sort of relief from it. The part of your brain that doesn't feel like it's being consumed by agony registers cries and the sound of a scuffle from behind you, and then amidst all the feeling of being burned alive there's a quick, sharp sting in your neck. Then you mercifully pass out.\n\nSometime later you drift up through the darkness, feeling like you've been dropped into a vat of wool fluff and then had it wrapped tightly around you until you were mummified. But you can hear two familiar voices nearby, apparently arguing.\n\n"-mess of the entire operation," you can hear Katsuko saying. "By disobeying orders again."\n\n"Because she was afraid," Ryoko replies, an edge to her voice. "She's spent the last week being thrust into a world she didn't know existed, having her body twisted without her consent, and then told to calmly face down a serial killer. Of course she broke and bolted."\n\n"She was told to trust the operative, she should have."\n\n"And what reason has she been given to trust us?" \n\n"Careful, Ryoko. Are you questioning my methods?"\n\n"... Our cause, no. Nor that you may make whatever decisions you wish. But in this case I must question your methods, yes. She went on this mission because she realized the mistake she made and wanted to atone for it. She would not have been there if she were not trying to make up for what she had done... and if we had not asked it of her. So yes, I authorized the procedures, demanded them in fact, despite the expense. She tried to help atone for her sins... I owed it to her to in turn atone for ours."\n\n"... Where is this coming from?"\n\n"If you did not want me to become attached to her, you should not have made her my daughter."\n\n"Mm. You were never so much trouble."\n\n"But I was never a normal girl either, was I?"\n\n"... Alright, Kyoko. She's your responsibility now, then. You'll be her operator, that's as responsible for her life as I can make you. We'd best see if you can-"\n\nYou sink down before Katsuko can finish making the rest of her proclamation on your fate, losing yourself into the void again. The next time you wake up feels surprisingly... normal, as if you were waking up on any given morning. You blink and look around, seeing what seems like a high-end hospital room, albeit geared entirely towards treatment rather than luxury. You shift a little and feel a weight on the bed, and looking to the side spot Ryoko leaned forward, arms folded on the side of the bed and head resting on her arms. Apparently awoken by your movement, her eyes slide open slightly, apparently enough to see that you're awake as well, since she sits bolt upright. "I... are you alright?" she asks quietly, reaching out to touch your cheek.\n\n"I... think so?" You lift one of your own hands and look at it, flex it, as if just to test how you're moving. It's still a Japanese teenager's hand, but otherwise moves just fine, without pain, the same when you twist your shoulders back and forth to shift your back. "What happened?"\n\n"When you ran, it must have stimulated the killer's predatory behavior... he couldn't help but slash you with his knife. It was coated in a kind of... toxin, something that eats away at muscles and organs."\n\nYou blink, a hand going to your middle as if to check on your various internal parts... then lowering back to the bed. "You knew?"\n\n"Suspected," Ryoko admits. "From the state of the other bodies. His older sister died of a wasting sickness when he was a child... apparently he needed to see girls that reminded him of her suffer a similar fate before his eyes. The operative was able to take him down and administer an experimental antidote we'd developed."\n\n"Then... I'm alright?"\n\nRyoko hesitates, then says slowly, "The antidote was only based on what we'd been able to discern from examining the bodies... the actual chemical broke down too fast for us to ever get a direct sample and thus create a complete antidote. What we had was only capable of slowing down the process. By the time we'd come up with a proper antidote, you would have died. So I... told them to save you. The only way we had."\n\n"... What did you do?" you whisper, rubbing at your middle with your hand again.\n\n"... Most of your organs have been replaced with 3D-printed duplicates... made of biomechanical materials highly resistant to any toxin, disease, or degradation, and which function many times more efficiently than the originals. Your muscles have been supplemented by a kind of cellular mesh that allowed them to hold together long enough for us to finish and administer the proper antidote and use gene therapy to rebuild them. There was... some brain damage, so we had to replace various damaged synapses and neurons with a kind of nanite latticework that, incidentally, has now given you a truly eiditic memory and perfect recall." Ryoko takes a deep breath, then says quietly, "You are now what is commonly known as a 'cyborg'."\n\nYou sit and stare at her for long moments. Then...\n\n<hr>\n[["You've turned me into some kind of freak!"|Kyoko]]\n\n[["Thank you."|Kyoko3x2]]

"... Thank you," you whisper, which clearly shocks her. "I know this probably wasn't an easy decision for you, but... you wanted to save my life. And you went against Katsuko's orders to do it, didn't you?"\n\n"You... heard that?" she murmurs, glancing away.\n\n"A little of it."\n\n"... You mustn't think badly of the Mistress," Ryoko continues, voice still quiet as she looks back at you. "I know that is likely difficult from your perspective, but it's not that she would have wanted you to die. But the resources to perform this sort of operation are extremely limited, and we must be careful about the people we grant this kind of power to."\n\n"Especially since it's someone who's disobeyed orders twice?" You see her start to open her mouth and shake your head. "No, I know. I messed up. And I know you've acknowledged your own fault in this. Let's not dwell on that now. What happened with the serial killer? Did I screw things up completely?"\n\n"It is not as bad as the Mistress makes it seem, in truth," Ryoko answers with a slight cant of the head. "It is not ideal by any stretch of the imagination, but there were numerous witnesses to him attacking you, too numerous for his connections to cover up. The operative killed him but managed not to be captured on film, so that part of the story is mostly credited as some random good samaritan, any of the more 'outlandish' aspects discounted as the stuff of rumors and urban legend."\n\n"I see. Well, at least he won't be hurting anyone else," you note with a small sigh. "What happens now?"\n\n"Now, I'm afraid that you will have to go to work as an operative yourself."\n\nYou blink. "What? Me? But I-"\n\n"I know. It's not ideal, Kyo-" She winces a little, starting to correct herself.\n\n"No. It's fine." You smile a little, reaching out to put your hand over one of hers. "Kyoko is fine."\n\nShe stares down at your hand for a long moment, visibly swallows, then nods and continues. "... These treatments made on your body are too valuable to not be fielded, I'm afraid. They were slated for an ex-JSDF soldier who is a part of our cause, but now they have been used on you instead, and they <i>must</i> be put to use."\n\n"And I have no say in it?"\n\nRyoko opens her mouth, then closes it. You see something a little hard come into her eyes, and think that she's about to tell you that no, you don't. Instead what she says is, "What would your say be in it, if you had one?"\n\nYou're stunned again. Ryoko's dedication to Katsuko has seemed so overwhelming all this time... but now it seems she's offering to help you escape if you want it. To leave everything behind... her wealth, her life, the cause she's apparently lived for since she was a child... and betray her powerful, wealthy, and obviously somewhat vindictive mother (obviously) for you. Because she feels she owes you. Because she cares about you.\n\nBecause she'll help you do what you want to do.\n\n<hr>\n[[Escape.|Kyoko]]\n\n[[Become an operative.|Kyoko3x3]]

"Do you believe in this? In what we'd be doing? Do you think it's going to help people?" you ask quietly.\n\n"I do," Ryoko answers instantly, though the determined look hasn't left her eyes.\n\n"... Alright. Then I'll believe in it too. I'll become an... operative. I'll do my best to justify all of this... and your trust in me."\n\nSlowly, Ryoko smiles, rising from her chair and leaning in to hug you. After only a heartbeat's hesitation (though you're pretty sure your heart is beating a lot faster than it used to), you bring your arms up to wrap around her as well, squeezing back, albeit carefully since you can feel that some things have changed and you literally don't know your own strength now.\n\n"I suppose the only question is whether you want to try to have a semblance of a 'normal' life as well," Ryoko says as she settles back into her chair a moment later.\n\n"That's an option?"\n\n"There is some value to an agent that maintains a civilian cover. So yes, you could go to school as planned, and I could resume my duties as principal." She hesitates again, then adds, "Admittedly, much of the work we would do would not be as useful... 'bandaid solutions', they're often called, reacting to the actions of those damaging society rather than stopping them before they can take those actions."\n\n"So we'd still be helping people," you muse aloud. "But not as much."\n\n"Still, as I said, there's some value to a cover identity... and I doubt anyone would truly begrudge you having a bit of a life of your own after what you've gone through."\n\n<hr>\n[[High school.|Kyoko]]\n\n[[Full time operative.|Kyoko3x4]]

"I, ah... I had a reeeally long day," you say, raising a hand and wagging it in the air. "Y'know... abducted, stunned, put on trial, jumped off a building..."\n\n"I mean that wouldn't deter me from getting dicked down, but," Tori says, raising her own hands in a philosophical shrug. "You gotta do you, bae. Rain check!" she chirps, turning and trotting out the door, essentially bare ass jiggling a bit with each step.\n\n"Interesting shipmates I've wound up with," you murmur, rubbing your face a bit. ... Well, none of them seem like bad sorts, at all. Not that you've gotten much chance to actually get to know any of them, you guess, though you feel like you've probably already experienced the defining aspects of Tori's personality at least. \n\nYou leave the briefing room and head back to your quarters, managing not to get lost since the route was relatively direct... you're guessing from the shortness of the lift ride it's probably only a deck or so down. You pause again as you come inside, just looking around... they can't all be this luxurious, can they? Well, the captain did basically say it was the perks of being 'family'... that gives you a sort of weird feeling, but you decide not to go chasing it for right now. Instead, since you're still a little keyed-up and need to settle before you're able to sleep, you wander over to take a look at the aquarium.\n\nThere's a number of brightly-colored coral-type things, some waving plants... Hm. You don't really see any fish or anything. Maybe the tank is just for the aesthetics... or you're expected to provide your own fish or something. Oh, wait, is that something? There's a kind of depression in the very center of the tank's brightly-colored dappling of sand, leading down to an opening that does look like it has some little tentacles floating around the edges. Huh, what's that? You lean a bit closer to the tank, then blink as a display screen pops up on it.\n\n'Do you wish to initiate the Relaxion?\n\n* Gentle rub\n* Deep tissue massage\n* Sexual frustration relief\n* Intense sexual frustration relief\n* Disengage'\n\n<hr>\n[["'Sexual frustration relief'?"|GGSP]]\n\n[["'<i>Intense</i> relief'?!"|GGSP]]\n\n[["Er, no, I'm good."|GGSP1x5]]

You've been holding off on watching this one because you kind of wanted to watch it on the big TV in the living room, but it's one of those where either your mom would sit down and start asking annoying questions about it every two minutes or your dad would wander into the room and say "Heeeey whatcha watchin'?" coincidentally at every time there was a boobjiggle, so now is really the perfect opportunity.\n\nBut, hm. You glance down at Apollo, who's just sort of sitting there obediently. But you doubt he'll stay that way throughout you trying to marathon the anime season, he'll probably need to go out. You take out your phone and check the weather... yeaaah it's not gonna be that hot today, he'll be cool outside for a few hours. You head to the kitchen and snag a fairly sturdy metal bowl, filling it with cool water and some ice cubes, then call to him as you head out the back door (somewhat awkwardly with the bowl, but you manage). You set some bricks that were left over from paving the back porch area around the base so that he won't knock it over, then step back. Apollo immediately goes over and takes a few laps, his tail wagging with apparent delight at such a rare treat as icewater. There, that makes you feel even better about this plan. You head back inside, grabbing a soda and some chips, and flop in front of the screen.\n\nSome many episodes later the need for a bio break sets in, and you dust chip crumbs off your current pile-of-sticks metal band logo, plucking at the black denim cutoffs you're wearing as you head for the bathroom. (May have cut them off a little too much, maybe.) You do your thing, wash your hands, and... hm... is there something you're forgetting?\n\n... Oh! Yeah, Apollo! Probably ought to check on him. It's only been a few hours but still. Don't want this to turn into one of those nightmares where you suddenly remember a pet you locked in a room like five years ago. (What the fuck are with those, anyway?) You trot over to the back door and push it open to poke your head out and, not immediately seeing him, call "Apollooooo!"\n\nJingle jingle jingle go his collar tags. And splrch splrch splrch go his paws across the deck and pavement as your eyes widen at the sight of a very happy, very muddy dog racing up to the door to look up at you, tongue lolled out and tail wagging.\n\n"Aw hell, one of the sprinkler heads must be leaking again." You glare out at the yard, then eye him and sigh. ... Well, he can't get any muddier. Probably. All the same you tell him, "Sit. Stay." He immediately plops his butt down and settles, still staring up at you. ... Wow, nice. Wonder how long that works? Anyway, you duck back inside and head to the garage, struggling briefly to remember what your dad told you about how to shut off the water to the sprinkler system completely. You finish that little chore and fill a large plastic glass with more icewater, heading back out to the yard.\n\nApollo seems to be just where you left him, so either he really did Stay or he was smart enough to go right back to where he had been when you were coming. He starts wagging his tail at the sight of you, and then wagging it harder at the splash and clink of more icewater into his bowl. You step back and gesture him to it, sighing as you watch little globs of mud get flung off his wagging tail as he drinks, as well as the water itself start to get murky from all the mud on his muzzle.\n\n"Well clearly I can't leave you like that, even if I was going to have you stay outside the whole time," you mutter. Obviously you have to bathe this dog, the question is how? You don't have any buckets or outdoor tubs big enough... if you wash him outside, it will be purely a hose-and-sponge matter, guaranteed to be messy. You guess you could take him inside and use one of the actual tubs, but gah, that means taking this messy, dripping dog through the house, you'd have to clean up the house rather than just yourself. Which would be better...?\n\n<hr>\n[[Hose bath outside.|GGDog]]\n\n[[Tub bath inside.|GGDog]]

Princes and Princesses in space, huh? Well, you're assuming that's normal, since one of your major points of reference is Star Wars. That setting's lousy with princesses! In fact as Ethan's digging around, you spot what has to be it and pluck the curved silver thing out.\n\nHuh, you're surprised by the quality, really. It's light and thin, as you might expect, but rather than cheaply-molded plastic it seems to be some sort of silvery actual metal, smooth and sleak. There's a diamond-shaped gem set in the very front that seems to be pulsing through the typical LED colors, but without any sign of an on or off switch. 'Huh, wonder how long it's been in there? Must be pretty good batteries,' you muse as you turn it around in your hands a few times. It's simple in shape, a sharp V-point in front and a slight rise and sweep back over the ears, and a fairly open back (presumably to accommodate a number of sizes). Pretty sweet little accessory, in your own appraisal. You hope everything in the box looks this good!\n\n<hr>\n[[Put it on.|SGSci4x1]]\n\n[[Put it on Ethan.|SweetBro4x3]]

Grinning, you announce in a grandiose tone, "I now pronounce you the Prince of Space!" and settle the tiara onto Ethan's slightly fluffy blonde-haired head, making him blink a few times and look up, then make a face at you.\n\n"Amandaaaaa," he groans in that 'you're embarrassing' tone he's gotten a <i>little</i> too comfortable with the last year or two, if you ask yourself! Still, he seems at least mildly interested, getting up and heading over to the mirror on the back of his door to see how he looks in it. So obviously he's not <i>too</i> embarrassed. \n\nWhile he's looking at that, you glance at the list again. Alright, what should you encourage the newly-crowned Prince of Space to focus his attention on next...?\n\n<hr>\n[[OmniDrone Control Headpiece|SweetBro4x4]]\n\n[[Strike Cruiser Keytroller|SGSci1x1]]\n\n[[Distress Signal Device|SGSci]]\n\n[[UltraBlaster|SGSci]]\n\n[[Interface Softsuit|SGSci]]

The sci-fi one would probably mean lots of blinking lights, zappy sounds, and gadgety sorts of toys, right? That seems like it would be the most likely to stimulate Ethan's neurons... heck, you're a girl who's not really into anything nerdy, and running around firing a toy laser blaster still stimulated your neurons plenty when you were a kid. "I'd like the 'space explorer' kit, please."\n\n"Alright, let's see... yup, got one of those right here," he says after perusing the stacks of boxes. You're a bit disappointed that it's slightly smaller than some of the other ones, but the list of things it contains on the side seems to be just as long, so hopefully Ethan will similarly get over his disappointment. After all it's still a decently-sized box of stuff, which you pay for (oof, a bit more expensive than the others too, but oh well) before taking it home. Once there you head upstairs, knocking a bit on Ethan's partially open door. "Hey! Guess what I've got!"\n\n"Hm?" Ethan blinks, looking up from his computer where he's playing some sort of game with a controller. Your little brother looks enough like you that you've never been mistaken for anything but siblings, with the same shade of blonde hair and blue eyes, currently wearing jeans and a dark blue T-shirt. Again, it's not as if he's a <i>little</i> kid, as much as he'll always be your little brother... but his face does still light up as he sees the box. The game must not be terribly important since he immediately drops the controller and jumps up to rush over. "No way!"\n\n"I thought this would be something fun for us to do while Mom and Dad are away," you say as you hand it over to him, Ethan attacking the plastic outer layer with his fingernails, with you giving an 'ack' and grabbing his head as he tries to go after it with his teeth. "Hey hey hey!"\n\n"Eheh, sorry, got excited," he says sheepishly, grinning up at you with sparkling eyes.\n\n"Okay, okay, but let me," you say dryly, stepping in with your slightly longer nails.\n\nSoon the two of you have opened up the box, and there is indeed quite a lot of stuff in there... you're almost surprised how much, with Ethan seeming slightly overwhelmed as he starts rummaging through it without being able to settle on any one thing. (Overwhelmed in a good way, at least!) You notice a slip of paper getting pushed up and almost out by the stuff moving around and snag it before it can fall to the floor. Ah, seems to be a list of contents.\n\n... Well, you're kind of interested too, may as well see if you can find something neat to look at as well. Maybe you'll be able to focus Ethan in a bit! Let's see, list says there's...\n\n1. [[The Tiara of the Prince(ss) of Space|SweetBro4x2]]\n\n2. [[OmniDrone Control Headpiece|SweetBro]]\n\n3. [[Strike Cruiser Keytroller|SweetBro]]\n\n4. [[Distress Signal Device|SweetBro]]\n\n5. [[UltraBlaster|SweetBro]]\n\n6. [[Interface Softsuit|SweetBro]]

Hm... so it's just the headpiece? you think as you take out something that looks sort of like a pair of white behind-the-neck-over-the-ear headphones, except it also has a pair of blue lenses coming forward from the earpieces. More to make sure it doesn't have any rough edges that might scratch Ethan's ears, you slip it on yourself, then take a look around through the translucent blue plastic. 'Wow, I'm surprised, it makes the room look really different, almost like-'\n\nThen the floor shakes underneath you, both you and Ethan giving cries of surprise and sort of scrambling towards each other. "What's happening?!" Ethan asks fearfully as you realize that the room doesn't just look different through the lenses, it <i>is</i> different, it looks more like some sort of luxury cruise liner stateroom, albeit as large as Ethan's bedroom was at least.\n\n"I don't know, just, just stay calm!" you try to assure your brought, before there's a blink from the lenses of the headpiece, text scrolling across it.\n\n'Hostiles incoming. Drone activating.\n1. Summon drone\n2. Direct control'\n\n"What?!" you yelp, before both you and Ethan whirl towards the door, which is now solid metal set in a technological-looking frame, and has something loudly banging against it.\n\n"It's not unlocking!" a muffled voice shouts from the other side.\n\n"Then just cut it, that's why we brought these!"\n\nYour eyes widen as sparks start flying and something pushes through the metal close to the top of the door. It's obvious that whatever's going on, these people... which the headset has made pretty obvious are hostile... will be through the door in a matter of seconds. Um... regardles of how ridiculous it seems, maybe you better choose one of those options!\n\n<hr>\n[['Summon drone'|SweetBro]]\n\n[['Direct control'|SGSci]]

"I..." You take a deep breath, then shake your head. "This is what's being asked of me as a Space Ranger. I may not have... wanted to be in this situation, but I decided a while back I was going to do my best despite that. ... Plus I admit, with my situation, I'm a little afraid of the extra scrutiny," you say with a sigh.\n\n"I understand," Drayk murmurs, giving your shoulders a brief squeeze. Then she steps back, and her voice takes on a more official tone. "You're a credit to the uniform, Ensign. ... Any uniform," she adds more dryly as you stand up and clearly have to resist the urge to cover yourself, since your chest sways and moves as if completely unhindered. "As for that one, at the least don't worry about it protecting you. It's actually incredibly effective armor, at least against most physical threats, apparently designed to protect you from sharp or abrasive elements in cluttered environments, and keep you from getting caught on anything. I think half the reason the Vultorians even wound up included in this exchange was so our R&D could get their hands on the material."\n\n"I hope no one was wearing it when they did," you mutter, before clearing your throat. Then you and Drayk both laugh briefly, before she smiles and offers her hand.\n\n"When you graduate, cadet, feel free to use me as a reference for whatever you like. Especially if it's to request posting back here."\n\n"Thank you, Lieutenant Commander," you reply sincerely, shaking her hand briefly.\n\nYou gaze at the door for a few moments after she's left, pondering just how concerned she seemed and just what she might have meant by a way around the regulations. But then you brush it off, and instead do another once-over on the regulations. Ugh... apparently you're not even supposed to <i>bring</i> anything but yourself and your new uniform, you'll have to leave your other stuff in storage. (... Honestly pretty much all you have is your old lost and found outfit, the casual clothes gift you never unwrapped, and a couple of little decorative chotchkies you got for cheap or free aboard the station. ...... Maybe you'll skip bothering with storage and just toss the stuff since your likelihood of ever getting it back with the way Space Ranger shipping and travel works is near zero anyway.) You notice that it mentions you can get in trouble for not having or losing track of your hood, especially since there's 'no good excuse' since you can either adhere it anywhere on your suit or just wear it all the time.\n\nYou head back into the bedroom and pick up the hood, eyeing it. No way to tell which way is front... so you just pull it on. It immediately adheres to your face and head just as firmly as the suit does to the rest of your body, but since it's just as liquidy and only barely solid-feeling as the rest of the suit, you mostly just feel like your head is wet. (Actually you're now realizing your whole body feels wet, like you've just gotten out of the bath. Great.) It doesn't seem to interfere with your breathing at all... everything looks a little weird but it's not even really darker, there's just a sort of greater contrast to all the edges. You turn to look in the mirror and almost scream... geez! That's fucked up looking! The hood really does adhere to your head, flattening your hair and making you look bald, but it also sort of smooths out your eyes to leave just slight dents for the sockets, and similarly slightly fades the outline of your mouth below your nose. Experimentally you open your mouth wide... yeah, you can see it open just fine, and the layer of material dipping into the open space. Yikes.\n\n'I look like a fucking store mannequin for Hot Topic if it had any balls,' you brood for a moment, turning back and forth, before pulling the hood off. You attempt to adhere the end of it over the front of your crotch so that it will serve as a sort of loincloth, but that just winds up looking... more unfortunate. Eventually you sigh and just flatten it against your stomach, where it becomes almost invisible. You guess the most modesty you're going to be allowed is not showing your bellybutton... well. It's something.\n\nYou guess the more unfortunate part is you actually have to walk to the tram station looking like this. ... And take a shuttle flight like this. Sigh. You guess you could wear something over it, but you'd just have to trash it once you got there, so... may as well start getting used to it. You set off out of your quarters with nothing but the bodysuit on your everything, trying to ignore the feeling of being in an extremely vivid 'forgot to wear your uniform when reporting for duty' dream, right down to feeling your toes gripping the carpet as you walk. At least you only pass a small handful of people (and get a small handful of stares) before getting to the tram station.\n\nOf course then you have to spend several hours in a Clydesdale with two male pilots who are struggling with everything they have not to just stare at you constantly. ... Well, at least you're even more certain of your assessment of Drayk's cock, since if these two guys' dicks were capable of stretching the suits up, they definitely would be. (Hm... you wonder if that means that for everyone <i>without</i> a strong enough dick, space ranger uniforms are the equivalent of being locked in chastity? ... Dammit don't get turned on in this thing it's bad enough as it is.) Still, by the end of the flight they've gotten themselves sorted out enough that the primary pilot's tone is crisp and professional as he announces "Coming up on the <i>Harbinger</i> now."\n\nYou come forward, trying not to lean right out between them and make it worse on anybody as you try to get a good view of your new posting. Oof... yeah it's not too glamorous. The <i>Harbinger</i> is made of mismatched metal, though you'd guess that's because most of the back section is just cargo containers that have been connected to it without regard for if they "match" the rest of the ship. It results in a blocky, slightly uneven, and very long part, with the "head" being a dark copper arrowhead-shaped thing covered with areas that look like something is set down into it, giving it an appearance almost like bumpy, blemished skin. Well it looks... practical? you try to assure yourself as the Clydesdale moves to the back of the ship to dock at a port on the central "spine" all the cargo containers are hooked up to.\n\nAs soon as you step out of the Clydesdale and into the <i>Harbinger</i>, you find yourself reeeally rethinking Drayk's officer. Because the Vultorians are, admittedly, not a very attractive species... "mildly terrifying" might be a better word. They're tall, but at least part of that is the long, thin neck, topped with a bulbous round head fronted by a rather long, scythe-like beak set below dark, beady dark eyes, with dappled, bare pink skin. Their torsos are like thin, long triangles, attached to slightly overlong arms with lengthy, bulging-knuckled hands that end in sharp talons, and similarly thin but relatively short-seeming in comparison legs with almost avian raptor-like feet with similar toes. There are two things that are even worse and leave you standing there with your mind awhirl... the first is that only one of the Vultorians waiting for you is actually showing off what they look like fully, with the others actually wearing their hoods, making them look like nightmare shadows in the dim, utilitarian interior of the ship, with its open grating flooring and rusted-looking railings, the overhead lights dim, in some places flickering and in others out entirely. The other is that you assumed one of these suits would do the 'bulge' they usually cause on certain anatomy that the Space Ranger uniforms do; but just like yours on you, the Vultorians' suits outline their cocks and balls completely as if they were dangling free and uncovered by anything but a layer of gleaming black oil, the shafts bumpy with long, lean heads, their sacks bulbous and swaying.\n\n"Welcome to the <i>Harbinger</i>," the unhooded one says with a slightly croaking, somewhat raspy voice that sounds... smug. "I am Chaw. Captain Chaw, as a matter of fact."\n\n"Captain," you say formally, giving him the Space Ranger salute since you haven't been taught another one. "Glad to be aboard."\n\nThat sets off a round of raucous, cawing laughter from him and all the rest, which looks particularly hideous with the hooded ones since the material stretches and deforms between the upper and lower sections of their beaks. Captain Chaw settles into a raspy snicker before saying, "We'll see how long that lasts. But we're not too formal around here... if you absolutely need to say it, 'sir' will do. 'Chaw' is fine in the midst of work or if something pressing is going on, in fact. As for you," he continues. "You are Chick, just like all our new ones before they have broken their shell."\n\nYou try not to let your annoyance show on your face, instead just nodding. "Yes, sir."\n\n"Come on then. We work for a living on this ship, Chick, and you'll find that you will mostly learn by doing."\n\nYou follow him and the others out of the docking area and forward onto what looks like a sort of sectional flat trolley that spans the width of the vast corridor between the cargo pods (you notice that there are also openings to access them around on the ceiling and below the tracks too, though how to access those isn't immediately obvious). Chaw steps to one of the control stations and waits until his crew and you (who, you guess, are also his crew for the next half year... oof) to step onto the marked section with him, before he sets it sliding off down the corridor, a flickering set of (Vultorian) waist-high yellow forcefields appearing around it to at least theoretically keep you from just toppling over and onto the lower tracks or any of the open spaces you see while in transit, though you wouldn't really want to trust your life to them from how weak they look.\n\nPerhaps he notices you looking, because Chaw snorts. "Don't mind it... such things simply get shuffled to the bottom as 'less than essential'. I assure you in most ways, despite its appearance, this ship is kept up to standards that would shame most of the Leonoid fleet, hnnnh."\n\n"Yes, sir," you answer, hoping any dubiousness you feel doesn't actually make it into your voice. \n\nIt takes a bit to arrive at the forward part of the ship, and step over into the "head", taking a similarly unluxurious lift ride up to the bridge. As expected, it's fairly utilitarian, the stations arranged clearly more for straightforward use than any idea of the aesthetic or status... in fact, most of them look fairly identical and are just set up at intervals, looking like they could be swapped to any purpose as needed. There's a surprisingly large forward viewscreen, going full floor-to-ceiling and curved around a fair bit of the front wall, currently focusing on the Clydesdale departing, your last chance to back out no matter how much trouble you'd get in vanishing into the stars. Several Vultorians are at work at them, including the only female one you've seen so far, her breasts on the smallish side for such a frame, only a very faint extra curve of her hips and rear further distinguishing her from the others from behind. ... Well, without looking closer for dangly bits. At least the lights here are all working, though still somewhat dim compared to what you're used to on the station.\n\n"When we don't have you crawling around in the guts of the ship or that of some scrap we're taking to bits, Chick, you will work here," Chaw explains, flicking one of his hands towards the bridge in general, and seeming to confirm your suspicion of how the stations work with, "First come first served, if you decide you like one for whatever reason better show up early for your shift. Your duties are whatever we tell you. The crew sleeping quarters and galley are two decks down, bunks are also first come first served, as are lockers... they don't lock, but stealing from your fellow crew is considered one of the truly heinous crimes we have on this ship," he rasps in what actually sounds like a rather harsh tone. "So don't do it."\n\nHe pauses, then perhaps he senses the subtle way you've been almost subliminally squirming, since the skin around the edges of his beak crinkles and that croak-rasp of a voice turns amused again as he flicks a hand at one door. "Those are the facilities. Feel free to... make yourself at home, Chick."\n\n"Thank you, sir," you say in a somewhat strained tone, but nevertheless turn and make your way towards the indicated door, hearing faint snickering all behind you as they clearly watch you try not to rush to the bathroom.\n\nYou step through and glance around, making a face. Though it looks like they probably make use of some sort of dematerialization technology, the actual "toilets" are longish, low troughs set at intervals on the floor, roughly similar in form factor to a Japanese "squat toilet". There's no other kind either... and worse, there's nothing like stalls or privacy screens, they're just all arrayed out in the open.\n\nYou're just brooding on the whole thing for a moment when the door slides open again. You're not sure to be relieved or further embarrassed when it's the female Vultorian who walks in. She's at least taken off her hood and stuck it to her stomach as well, which makes her look less horrifying, if still not exactly attractive by your personal standards. She just stands there after she comes in, the skin at the base of her beak crinkling like Chaw's just did.\n\n<hr>\n[["..."|GGSR]]\n\n[["... Yes?"|GGSR]]\n\n[["... What, you gonna help?"|GGSR]]

"That doesn't sound like a Zebrok or a Leonoidian name," Gaio notes, frowning as she sits up. "Are you sure you got into the same program?"\n\n"Uh, I'm not sure," you admit, frowning as you continue reading on. "It says it's a Vultorian salvage ship."\n\n"Oh, the Vultorians are one of the Leonoidian ally species," Shiara speaks up, looking perky again at being able to provide explanation. "I found that out as part of the research I did for the program. I didn't know they were taking part in the officer exchange too, but I guess that makes sense."\n\n"Hunh," you murmur, frowning a bit. You're wondering what it means that ally species are being included in an exchange that was supposed to be between militaries...\n\n"I recommended you for the program, in fact," Commander Calama says the next day when you bring it up, though she seems slightly more subdued than her usual even cheer. "I admit, I'm rather surprised to learn that you've been assigned to assist salvagers."\n\nYou blink at her. "The <i>Harbinger</i> is a salvage ship?"\n\n"Yes, the Vultorians apparently direct the vast majority of their off-planet operations to salvaging, and their primary client is the Leonoid military. They are, however, officially allies, and most Vultorian ships, including the <i>Harbinger</i>, are capable of operating as official members of the Leonoid space navy." Calama frowns, ever-so-slightly. "If I'm being honest, Ensign, I thought your grades at the academy, your service here, and my recommendation would have been enough to see you assigned to either the <i>Defiance</i> or the <i>Pride</i>. But, that's the way things work sometimes. I'm sure it will be a very valuable learning experience, in any event," she continues, clearly putting her usual cheer back into place deliberately.\n\n"Something's off about this whole program," Lieutenant Commander Drayk says a bit later when the two of you are in private in a corridor, with you having brought up both the captain's puzzlement at your posting and your own confusion about the posting's existence. She does look genuinely discomfited, even scowling a little as she says, "For starters, the fact that it exists at this point. Officer exchange programs are usually for close allies that we're hoping to eventually bring into the Protected Systems fully. Starting one as a last-ditch effort to prevent a massive ramp-up in hostilities should not have been necessary in this situation, we had them nearly ready to agree to a full ceasefire as a leadin to a non-aggression treaty when we turned them over."\n\n"So the civilian diplomats dropped the ball," you say with your own scowl. "Big time."\n\n"Hey, you need to be <i>very</i> careful about talking like that," Drayk warns, pointing a finger at your chin. "And never on the record. The Space Rangers and the rest of the military that we're attached to is only allowed to operate like we do because we defer to the civilian government. The military cannot be seen to start talking about the incompetence of the civilian government, that's how the news feeds start reporting on 'rumors of a military coup'."\n\nYou nod slowly, then add dryly, "Even when the civilian government <i>is</i> incompetent?"\n\n"<i>Especially</i> when the civilian government is incompetent," Drayk mutters, rolling her eyes. "Look, the upshot of this is that it sounds like your potential of getting into an actual conflict with a Zebrok Alliance ship is pretty low, so you won't have to worry about, among other things, firing on any of your fellow officers. But salvaging can still be an extremely dangerous occupation, so I want you to be careful. In every possible way, you get me?"\n\nYou nod slowly. "Yeah, message received." Because she means don't just keep an eye out for danger while salvaging, but to watch your back because there's something fishy about the program.\n\nEventually your last day of duty on the station concludes, and you head back to your room, finding that there's another one of those official-looking vacuum bags on your bed, this one reading 'Space Ranger Officer Exchange Program (Vultorian)'. Ah, guess it makes sense that they'd provide you with a specific uniform, especially since it sounds like this will be an actual physical work assignment to at least some extent. You tear open the bag and look inside, blinking at the sort of shiny... liquid?... within. You reach in and attempt to pull it out, finding that no, it actually is some sort of bodysuit, it's just... slick. Sort of like holding on to a big double handful of play slime, just that it all stays in one piece. You lay it out on the bed, and yes, it's definitely a bodysuit. It's mostly black, though there are sublte hints of red, blue, and a lighter area along the shoulders and down the sides of the arms, the color just almost unnoticeable and looking like dribbles of similarly dark liquid had been run through the rest. There's also, as you found when it fell out on the floor, a hood... not like the one on a cape or a hoodie, but a full-face hood, without anything in the way of eye holes like even a balaclava would have.\n\nShrugging, you strip down, shower, then dry off and pull on the new uniform, stepping into the legs. It's certainly easy enough to get into... it's like it flows right onto you, your legs and even toes sliding right into it... geez, it <i>does</i> have individual toes. You slide your arms in as well and pull it on, then just try to pull it closed in front, the suit immediately adhering to itself and sealing up like it had been a whole and unbroken thing below the line of your jaw the whole time. It's... form-fitting. Very form-fitting. And thin. Like you're wearing a layer of paint. You step over in front of the mirror, and almost wince. No, not like a layer of paint, like you've been literally dipped in motor oil from the neck down, especially since you realize the black does have a faint flicker of other colors through it in the light. it's like being completely naked! You can see not just your nipples, but the full outline of your labia and even a hint of your clit. Hell, you bet if you could get an angle good enough to see and the light was right, you'd be able to see your asshole through it. This thing's obscene, you've gotta be able to wear something over it! you think as you race out to the main area for your information packet and look up the uniform code.\n\n'Forbidden items: Anything that covers the primary uniform, including but not limited to shirts, jackets, skirts, shoes, and boots.'\n\n... Seriously?!\n\nYour entrance chime sounds just then, along with the electronic call of "It's Drayk."\n\n"Yeah, come in," you answer reflexively, before remembering what you're wearing. Your face goes as red as Drayk's scales as she steps inside, hands tucked behind her back, and then freezes... looking considerably redder in the face than usual herself as she just stares at you for a moment. "Ah... I see you did in fact find your exchange uniform," she says in a slightly hoarse voice. "Checking the regulations?"\n\n"Ah... yeah," you say sheepishly, both at being caught trying to find a loophole in regulations and, well... wearing this in front of your favorite superior officer.\n\nDrayk nods, then does a little inhale and a slightly dramatized grimace as she raises one hand, snipping a pair of fairly old-fashioned-looking scissors. "Get to the part about hair length?"\n\nYou sigh, glancing at the pad again... yep, nothing below the middle of the neck. "I got used to how... permissive the Space Ranger hair code is I guess."\n\n"Sorry. I know mine's not exactly a fashion tab, but I can get it even enough, if you want the help," Drayk offers, snipping the scissors a few times.\n\nSoon you're sitting in a chair with a towel wrapped around your shoulders, Drayk already having removed your ponytail and now cleaning you up a bit. The two of you are quiet, clearly mostly trying to ignore how you're... worse than naked, essentially, the oily suit seeming effectively decorative and just there to highlight how nude you actually are even wearing it. Several times as Drayk moves around to the side, you notice that the hefty bulge at the crotch of her own suit has... extended, a very noticeable pillar shape pushing upward along her belly. You've never noticed other officers with that equipment having that problem... maybe Drayk's just built different. ... Or her dick's a lot more powerful than others'...\n\n"Everything alright?" she asks, yanking your mind hurriedly away from pondering the strength and resilience of her cock.\n\n"Yeah, yeah. Not thrilled," you admit as she moves behind you and snips a few more times. "But orders are orders."\n\n"That they are," Drayk agrees, though her tone is definitely very subdued. "And regulations are regulations."\n\nShe sets the scissors down on the nearby table... then her hands come to rest on your shoulders, rubbing gently. "... But I've got a bad feeling about this assignment, Cyan," she murmurs. "I know that as an officer, I'm not really supposed to get attached to junior officers... especially cadet officers... but I'm really fond of you. There is a way we could use the regulations to keep you here... maybe practically permanently. If that's what you wanted."\n\n<hr>\n[[You should do your duty.|GGSR20x2]]\n\n[[You definitely don't want to go.|GGSR]]

Deciding that indulging your sweet tooth sounds pretty good, you head on over to the candy shop, the bell above the door jingling merrily as you step into the air-conditioned store.\n\nIt actually seems to be a combination candy shop and malt bar... you can see a decent-sized bartop running along one side of the store, and the curved guard-windows you associate with tubs of ice cream, as well as the various pulltabs for old-fashioned soda dispensors. Though of course much of the store is taken up with bins and tubes filled with an eyeball-shocking rainbow of different colors of candy. There are bags, apparently meant for buying by the pound, as well as displays of boxes and assortments for those not ready for that level of commitment. You notice a few signs reading "Please don't 'sample' the candy! Ask one of us if you're curious!" posted up here and there.\n\nYou can spot someone moving around up towards the opposite end of the shop, largely blocked for the moment by all the candy bins. What to do...\n\n<hr>\n[["Sample" some candy.|GGCandy1x1]]\n\n[[Go say hello.|GGCandy7x1]]\n\n[[Just browse.|GGCandy3x1]]

Your name is Irene, and you are a 43-year-old scientist. You probably look a little bit older than that since you've gone grey already and your steel-colored hair is often pulled back into a bun. You tend towards conservative clothing and librarian-style glasses, too. Still, it's not as bad as it could be... you don't have many wrinkles and things haven't sagged or drooped <i>too</i> much. You're single and haven't had any particularly serious relationships in... a long time. (A few unserious ones here and there.)\n\nYou've just completed a year-long contract to help create a variety of rice that will grow as fast as corn on almost no water and in bad soil. It was challenging, rewarding work, but you'll be glad to not have to drive past picket lines every day. Now it's time to decide where you're headed next.\n\n[[Your father's private lab|IrenePrivLabStart]]: Your father passed away recently, leaving you a fortune of impressive size. (Good thing you're not one of those people who's all about the money.) But he also left you his lab. This is no home study, but a large, bleeding-edge, fully-staffed facility tucked away in the woods for privacy. There are rumors that your father was doing research that was amazing but not strictly legal or ethical, but you have your doubts. You've been waiting for your current contract to complete to decide whether to take over the lab yourself or simply assign someone else to run it (or possibly sell it off or close it down).\n\n[[Eclipse Robotics|EclipseStart]]: You've been offered a position at Eclipse Robotics. The headhunter that offered you the job said it had something to do with 'nanomachines' that could possibly affect cells and genes, so apparently that's where your expertise would come in. It would definitely be a new and different application of your skills.\n\n[[Thunderstrike PMC|ThunderstrikeStart]]: A privatized military contractor, Thunderstrike primarily offers its services to the USA and the EU, and is as free of controversy as what's essentially a mercenary army can be. It appears they want to develop technologies that they can both use on their own soldiers and market to their employer countries, and want you to be a part of that.\n\n[[Green Dawn Labs|GreenDawnStart]]: A bioengineering nonprofit dedicated to all manner of plant-based solutions to various problems facing the world. At least that's their promotional copy... there are a number of conspiracy theories about Green Dawn having darker motivations. Of course you just spent a year having protesters call you a monster for trying to make food that will grow in wastelands, so you're disinclined to listen to that sort of nonsense. (Mostly.)\n\n[[Vacation|IreneVacStart]]: While generally work is your life, nothing says that you <i>have</i> to leap right into a new project. You've only recently lost your father, after all, and consequently have more than enough money to last the rest of your life, not even counting your own considerable savings. Taking some time to rest, reflect, and possibly pursue a few personal projects might be in order.

"Whoops, you got me," you reply in a bland tone, slowly raising both hands, your expression largely unchanging. "Dang, geez, I didn't think there would be guns. Okay, I'll go with you to see those two."\n\nSome of the guards exchange glances, or at least try to through their helmet masks. Apparently they're not quite sure what to do with that sort of response. All the same, three of them move forward to point their guns at your back, urging you forward with a light nudge between the shoulderblades. You shrug, letting your hands drop and padding along in stocking feet as the rest of the guards lead the way through various corridors. You spend the time letting your mind wander about around you, observing all the pretty lights you can see now, tweaking a few here and there, brushing your fingers over them to urge them into different spots, seeing what all you can do with that.\n\nYou're almost annoyed when a door in front of your little group slides open, revealing the lab you first arrived here at. You'd actually started having some fun with what you were doing. Sighing a little, your ears flick as your 'escort' leads you to the center of the room and then all lines up behind you. Alexa and Marie move to stand in front of you, every inch the disappointed mommies, though below the slick feeling of insincerity on your tongue is a sort of sour flicker of fear.\n\n"Young lady, I am sorry that we had to take an extreme measure such as sending guards, but exactly what did you think you were doing?" Alexa demands with a scowl. \n\n"You could have hurt yourself, or someone else," Marie adds. "If you wanted to leave, you could have just said so," she adds, the lie almost making you want to spit.\n\n"It's obvious that the awakening of your genes has had some sort of affect on you, you're not thinking clearly. Do you have anything to say in disagreement?" Alexa asks, baiting you into playing the role of either disobedient or contrite daughter.\n\nYou lift your gaze slightly, making a show of pondering your next words.\n\n<hr>\n[["Take her out."|FemPalV]]\n\n[["Take them down."|FemPalV]]

You honestly just want to buy the pendant, but would feel a little silly without getting the rest of the costume... it is <i>very</i> pretty, but admittedly the whole "glittery smiling fairy" thing is a little childish. Y'know, without the rest of the costume. ... Which is basically just playing dressup, but it's Halloween!\n\nThe grey-eyed woman looks quite amused when you bring up your selections, but just smiles and says she hopes you enjoy the necklace. Smiling back, you accept the bag and head home.\n\nWhen you get back to the house, you consider. You kind of want to go ahead and start wearing it... but again, you kind of feel silly about that. Rushing home so you can, well, "play with your new toy"? Kind of childish. ... But it's very pretty, and you want to wear it, and is that really such a big deal?\n\n<hr>\n[[Wear it.|HollyFairy]]\n\n[[Wait.|HollyFairy1x1]]

What the heck, it's really only a couple of bucks, and they're a nice set. You snag the 'Miss Thang' bag and head up to the counter to pay. "Oh, I was hoping someone would buy this," the redhead chirps happily as she rings you up. "Some people don't like revealing superheroine outfits, but personally I like a girl that shows off her muscles," she adds with a little wink, that makes you blush just a little as you take the bag, bidding her a polite goodbye before heading home. \n\nArriving back in your room, you open the bag and dump it out, four items falling out... the top, panties, and two heel-less toe-less black stockings. Huh, that's it? They really expect you to supply all that body paint? Man, that seems like false advertising. You're tempted to go back to the shop tomorrow to ask about it... hm, maybe you should go ahead and try it on, anyway. If it doesn't fit you can just ask for a refund. (Unless it's final 'cause of the sale. And it was only a few bucks anyway. ... Eh, you'll figure it out tomorrow.) Deciding to go ahead with the try-on, you strip down, letting your clothes pile on the floor before stepping into the panties, tugging them up and into place. On the illustration they fit pretty snug, riding high on the hips and dipping low in the front... looks like they dip in back too, but they're pretty loose on you, so strike one. You pull on the top as well, and it too practically hangs limp in the front, obviously intended for someone much more well-endowed. Strike two, also hmph. You pull the stockings onto your legs, and so much for one size fits all, because they're baggy as well. Raising one foot, you wiggle your toes and mutter, "So much for value."\n\nThen you give a soft 'erk' as your body twitches, your muscles shuddering and flexing seemingly all on their own. It's like a cramp but not quite <i>painful</i>, just <i>strange</i> as your muscles randomly tighten and flex. You start to get up only to topple to your hands and knees, gritting your teeth against the strange sensation as your muscles flex, shudder, and swell. Your bare stomach, already pretty much flat, loses the thin layer of padding it had, drawing tight with obvious toned muscle even as the covering it turns pale blue, the coloration spreading out from there. Your hips widen, the straps of the panties growing snug, the back of it molding against the enlarged but firm curves of your ass as it expands, Your tits swell and balloon out as well, gradually filling the loose top and then even stretching it out, even the loose high neck of it growing taut as your neck grows more muscular. Your legs twitch and jerk as your thighs and calves bulge with muscle until the stockings are snug, your fingers clenching as your arms flex with more powerful layers of muscle as well, your nails turning black and the tips sharpening as they scratch across the floor.\n\nPanting as the sensation finally passes, you get to your feet... yelping and staggering as you almost overcorrect from your new muscles moving you much more easily than before. You look around your room, disoriented by how everything's noticeably smaller... you have to be at least seven feet tall now, probably more. You step over to your mirror to look into it, looking at the mostly unfamiliar seven foot tall blue amazon looking back. Well... your face still looks pretty well like you, maybe just with stronger cheeks and a bit more in the jaw. You raise your fingers, touching at the pair of small blue horns jutting from your forehead, and the slight fangs nudging over your lower lip. Your eyes have turned yellow, and overall you're just big. Big and strong and powerful and fucking hot, with huge tits and an amazing ass! ... Ahem. \n\nOkay, you've gotta think. Though you're also somehow very tempted to just revel in how amazing and strong you feel. Look at this body!\n\n<hr>\n[[Use your brains.|GGMCE10x2]]\n\n[[Use your brawn.|GGMCE]]

"No," you say aloud, a bit surprised to find you can since it doesn't even feel like your jaw is moving beneath Shine's surface, now that you have enough time to think about it. You absorb the weapons you were using back into your palms, looking over towards the hostages. "We need to get them to safety, they've been out in the open during this fighting too long already."\n\n'Alright, Master, if you say so.'\n\nNodding, you turn and make your way towards the group of hostages... then stagger a half-step. Though your breathing had been completely and entirely even the whole time you were fighting, it suddenly becomes ragged as you clutch at your midriff reflexively, the silver surface coating your skin shuddering a little. "Wh-... what's wrong?"\n\n'It's that toll I mentioned, Master, I'm sorry,' Shine says, suggestive-sounding voice somehow unable to sound quite sincere even as you can sense the truth behind the words. 'As long as we're fighting and killing, I can absorb energy from the enemies we cut down. But once you stop, the price has to be paid.'\n\n"P-price... which price?"\n\n'More energy. Specifically, sexual energy,' Shine explains, unable to help laughing a bit as your white eyes widen. 'I told you I'm a succubus, yes? Absorbing combat energy is one thing, but to stabilize it all I need sexual energy. You need to fuck someone. Luckily, we have a number of someones here!'\n\n"B-but.. all of this was to save them," you reply a bit hoarsely, your body now shivering constantly as if you had a case of the chills. "I can't... I can't just..."\n\n'Master, this isn't about what you want to do, it's about what you <i>need</i> to do,' Shine urges. 'I can't stop this, I'm just as much at the mercy of this need as you are. I have no control over my own equivalent of biological functions... if we don't feed sexually, I'll wind up absorbing you completely and I can't do anything about it. Now,' she continues, in an utterly reasonable tone. 'There are several lovely boys, and also some cute girls, whichever you prefer. And oh, I think at least one or two of the men in suits are alive too! But you know... since they are the <i>enemy</i>, if you feed from one of them I think I'll want to... go all the way~.'\n\n"All the...?"\n\n'Mm, my sexual feeding can be harmless, or it can be... total. Final. You understand, yes? I'm informing you out of a care for your sensibilities, Master... after all, killing in the heat of battle is one thing, but I don't want to have you take a life in quite such a manner without warning beforehand. Now it's your choice... one of the hostages harmlessly, or one of the minions fatally. It's them or you.'\n\n<hr>\n[[Male hostage.|GGDS]]\n\n[[Female hostage.|GGDS2x3]]\n\n[[Bad guy.|GGDS]]\n\n[[Refuse.|GGDS]]

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

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

You're not sure exactly how summons work... what if you wound up summoning something that was out of your control and hurt the hostages? No, you're better off being the one in control. You need something that will let you be the one to take action, something that will make you stronger and faster and possibly immune to bullets. \n\nFocusing on that concept, you call energy into your... stick... and do your best to push your thoughts of summoning something to help you become a great fighter into it, then cast the energy out ahead of you. A beam of red flickers from the tip of the wood and then arcs through the air, hitting the ground and sputtering for a moment before turning into a... pool of mercury? You blink at it, wondering if you failed somehow... then have to surprise a yelp as a pseudopod of it flicks out and wraps around your ankle.\n\n'Don't be frightened, Master,' a sultry voice coos in your mind. 'I just needed to make contact to properly speak to you.'\n\n"What... are you?" you ask in a whisper, casting a glance towards the goons to make sure they haven't heard anything.\n\n'I am Shine, a succubus.' Your instant confusion must be obvious through whatever mental link the summon is using to talk to, since a soft, absolutely luscious laugh rolls through your mind. 'That is my title, whatever you might already associate with that word. I have been summoned here by your desire for strength, power, and prowess. I would gladly give you all of that for free, if I could, but know that a bond with me will require you to pay a price. My abilities take a toll I cannot waive.'\n\nYou're about to ask what she means, when you hear a call from one of the suited men, and see that they seem to be getting ready to move the still entranced people inside. "Fine, yes, alright, I'll pay it!"\n\n'Our pact is sealed. We are no longer two, but two who are one,' Shine replies happily, right before her substance slides off of the ground and starts flowing up your leg, part of her stretching over to start sliding down and then up your other leg as well, leaving you squirming at the strange, slick, somehow both warm and cold feeling of it moving over your skin, sheathing your legs in sleek, reflective silver. You twitch a bit in shock as a pair of pseudopods reach up to grab the waistband of your panties and tear them off, and your eyes widen as another pair of them form and thicken, becoming much more obvious as tentacles. You don't have time to protest, instead forced to clap a hand over your mouth to muffle yourself as the smooth, frictionless silver psuedopods plunge into your pussy and ass at once, your hips bucking and twitching as they wriggle and writhe inside of you, pressing in deeper and deeper by the moment even as more of the substance slides over your hips and stomach. More of the psuedopods, these formed into razor edges, press out through your shirt, cutting and tearing it off as they go, revealing your stomach now pulled taut and outlined in chrome. Your breasts are bared as a set of larger psuedopods split at the ends, forming into something like hands that drop over your breasts and start to knead them, expertly teasing at the nipples and making you arch and twist in place as the tentacles continue to writhe and practically vibrate inside you, even though your crotch now appears to be smooth, featureless silver, as does your outlined, seemingly die-cast ass. The hand-pseudopods spread out, coating your tits, and for just a brief moment showing a chrome outline of your nipples before they're reduced to nothing but a pair of silver bumps, and then smoothed away completely under the layer of gleaming quicksilver. Your breathing quickens with fear as you feel the stuff sliding up your throat as well as down your arms, the tendrils inside you finally ceasing their motion, becoming slender and contoured but constantly felt even as your face is being covered entirely.\n\nThere are a few instants of sheer panic, before you realize that you're perfectly fine... actually, a greater calm is coming over you as your entire head is covered. Your face is largely smoothed out and featureless now, still showing vague contours and the shape of your nose even as your hair is pressed in and smoothed against your head. As you push yourself to your feet, a pair of white slits to signify your eyes open on the surface of the silver mask, and two long, slender horns push out from your forehead, arcing upwards and slightly back. The rest of your body gains subtle further definition in the contours of silver, breasts growing larger and ass and hips rounding out even as they stay firm and high. You roll your shoulders a bit and tilt your head back and forth, realizing you can see... more. You're not entirely sure how to describe it other than that everything is clearer. It's not that things are brighter, more like you're processing everything more efficiently.\n\n'That's because our mental faculties are working in unison now. Not only are we getting the benefits of both our minds working together, my abilities are enhancing your own,' Shine's voice explains. 'It's also why you were able to calm down, at this level of brain function you're able to apply rationality despite your fear.'\n\n'Good work,' you think back, raising your silvery hands and flexing them a few times, then looking at the group and their guards marching towards the building. 'Let's go.'\n\n'Just relax and let's work together, Master,' Shine advises as you start to stride forward, naked, gleaming silver body seeming to almost flow as much as walk. 'Your purpose, my skill, let it happen and it will all work splendidly.'\n\nYou nod, choosing not to question why you reach a hand towards the side of your midriff. Metal flows into your fingers from your palm as well as extending from your body, forming into a long, elegant curved blade that you flick to the side as it solidifies. Then you duck forward into a run, charging right towards the group. You can feel the stiff tendrils still in your pussy and ass, stimulating you with every movement... they seem perfectly shaped so as not to actually impede you, but to provide pleasure with every step and motion. Lucky thing Shine's helping you process, or you might get overwhelmed! As it is, it's just a nice little added bonus to what you're about to do.\n\nThe rear guard has just enough time to hear you coming and turn, grabbing his gun out of his holster. As it swings to point at you, you flick your sword outward, part of the gun going flying as well as several of his fingers. You spin into a rising kick to slam your heel into the side of his head as he screams, planting a foot on him even as he's toppling and launching yourself into the air. You thrust out a hand, manifesting a trio of thin blades and throwing them at the same time right into the throat and chest of one of the other guards that was trying to track you, sending him dropping back like a stone. You land on the other side of the group of hostages, twisting back and forth to lash out and cut down two more of the guards, one of them getting off several shots that 'ping' harmlessly off of your metal coating. You're rounding the edge of the group towards where you thought you saw more guards when you faintly feel pressure on your arm with the sound of a <i>clank</i>.\n\nYou slowly turn your head to look at the Abroar that has its jaws clamped around your forearm. Its single eye is narrowed balefully at you... until it apparently picks up that you're just standing there. Perhaps it's your complete lack of reaction, or the beginning of pain from its cracked teeth, but you watch as its bestial face dawns with an expression of 'I have made a huge mistake.'\n\n"You ain't foolin', bucko," you say aloud, reabsorbing the sword and turning towards the Abroar. Yanking your forearm free, you jam both hands into its massive jaws, clamping your thumbs down around the bone to keep it from escaping as it starts bucking and trying to back up. Using the enhanced mental processing power and muscle control Shine gives you, you decide on just the right amount of force, direction, and speed with which to apply it, before yanking your hands apart hard. The Abroar's jaws separate... as does its upper half from its lower half, a spray of green goo and viscous purple blood coating the area. You stride forward towards the guards emerging at a run from the bunker, the gore you'd been sprayed with already dripping off your silver skin and leaving it smooth and unstained, hands reaching to your sides and drawing out a pair of shorter blades even as bullets start richocheting off of you.\n\nEventually either guards stop wanting to come out or the facility runs out of them, because a heavy plate drops down over the door, sealing it completely. 'Do we want to go inside after them, Master?' Shine asks cheerfully. 'I bet there's a lot of scientists and drudges working for Conformity in there, we could clear the whole thing out!'\n\n<hr>\n[[Yes!|GGDS]]\n\n[[Other priorities.|GGDS2x2]]

Yes, while you are also definitely a nerd, Leslie's neighbor is such a one that even you felt the instinctive desire to shove him in a locker the first time you saw him. Scrawny-looking dude in his late twenties, button-up shirt in an unattractive pattern, khakis, big ol' nerd glasses, not exactly great hair, big ears, you may have snickered a bit. You weren't trying to be mean, but y'know!\n\nActually the thought of that complete goofus watching your very much cuter nerd self go down on your tomboy BFF really kind of does it for you for some reason, and has you licking Leslie's clit even more enthusiastically, much to her apparent enjoyment to judge by all the barely-muffled squeals. "C'mon, Les, you can be a liiittle loud," you tease her before planting another little kiss on her clit and pushing a third finger into her.\n\n"Nnnnh, oh fuck, Cyan, goddammiiiiit," Leslie whines, bucking her hips a bit towards you and tossing her head, her hands busy kneading her pert little tits.\n\nYou get her off twice like that before pulling your fingers out of her and giving a few more kisses, then moving upward again as she scoots down. You straddle her head, taking your turn as she kneads your ass and works her tongue over and into your pussy, making you buck and twist and writhe in the warm, lightly humid summer air, tits jiggling a bit with your motions. "Mmmn... fuck... Leslie, fuck, that's good, your tongue feels so good in my pussy, fuuuck I am so fuckin' gay for you," you moan out, getting a bit of a giggle from between your legs at that.\n\n"Pretty sure you're just gaaaay, Cy," she teases as she takes a brief break after making you cum for the first time, turning her head and kissing your thigh.\n\n"Well. Yeah," you agree amidst your panting, leaning your hands on the back of the lounge chair. "But, like... I'm extra-gay for you specifically," you declare mock-solemnly, making her laugh.\n\nAfter a bit more fun on the lounge chair, the two of you head into the pool to cool down and splash each other for a while, giggling and laughing, and then wind up in the waist-deep water kissing, one arm around each other and the other tucked between each other's legs, moaning softly into one another's mouths as you stroke and tease and pump each other's pussies. After the pool, mostly just to say you did it, the two of you lay down on the grass to sixty-nine, Leslie settling above you and giving as good as she gets as you lay on the lawn. You're not entirely sure about the gloriousness of this whole 'laying on grass' thing but it's also not too bad, either, and definitely the most sex-out-of-doors feeling you've had thus far.\n\nAfter that the two of you decide that maybe it's been enough of adventurous lesbian lewdness (and you're risking a sunburn as it is), so the two of you head inside, holding hands along the way and giggling over how much fun you've just had. You both bend over to snag the discarded articles of clothing (your thong got pulled off at some point and is currently dangling from one hand, dripping pool water), giving a playful bump of your hips together as you do, before going inside.\n\nSince the risk has been fun so far, you both stay nude for the moment, fixing some sandwiches and chips and munching them, occasionally giving one another little pinches and squeezes playfully. After that though you take turns in Leslie's shower, already starting to wind down a little, getting dressed and lounging in her room. "I think I might have come dangerously close to tanning," you muse aloud, poking at your arm.\n\n"Knowing you it'll fade quick," Leslie says with a snort. "You must've taken some sort of perk at character creation for vampire pallor."\n\n"Wow, nice game joke, eight out of ten," you compliment her, clapping with just your fingertips.\n\n"Thank you, I try," she replies smugly, mock-bowing from her chair, then blinking as the doorbell rings. "Huh, must be a delivery," she says, popping up and walking out.\n\nWhen she comes back in though, her face has gone a bit pale under her tan. "Um... Cy... this is, um..." She stares at what she's holding in her hand... a sheet of paper taken out of a manilla envelope, looks like... then proffers it to you.\n\nYou take it and look, and... yeah you're pretty sure any tan you've recently acquired immediately goes away as you feel your face go cold too. It's a printout of a photo of you and Leslie... specifically, right as you were both bending over to pick up the clothes at the back door. It's a bit grainy and not the best quality, but your pussies are both quite visible flashing the camera if you look closely. The words 'COME NEXT DOOR' have been added right above you. From the angle and the fact that the photo was taken at all, which next door is pretty obvious.\n\n"It's... okay, we don't have to take this, right?" Leslie blurts, folding her arms over her chest and stalking back and forth a few paces nervously. "I mean if that's the part where he noticed us and the photo he took, you can't even see our faces! Plus we're just teenagers, <i>he'd</i> get in trouble, right?! ... Right?"\n\n<hr>\n[["R-right..."|GGLes]]\n\n[["... not so right."|GGLes1x6]]

Your resistance quickly crumbles and you lean forward, pushing up the blonde's shirt to bare her pale purple bra. Sharpening your fingertips you slice through it to send it tumbling down into shreds, the razor edges shifting back to normal as you grip her tits in both hands. "Fuck they feel nice," you groan, somehow acutely aware of all the little bumps and feels of her skin, every little bit of heat and reaction as you squeeze at the stiff little nubs as you pound away at her more eagerly.\n\n'They do, they're so firm but soft on our hands,' Shine moans back, stimulating your own breasts more eagerly, letting them become more defined as well, molded silver areola and stiff nipples forming to cap them. As you buck your hips into the blonde you can feel those tendrils in your pussy and ass not just wriggling, but starting to pump and thrust, fucking you just like you're fucking her.\n\nAfter a few moments you straighten up, slipping out of the girl's dripping pussy, your reflective chrome cock practically gleaming with her wetness. Without hesitation you push it into her ass instead, Shine and you letting out long, low groans of absolute pleasure at the much tighter, even smoother hole slipping around and sheathing your quicksilver prick. Straightening up and grabbing her waist, you pump into her hard and fast now, every breath a low, luxurious moan as you use her body, feeling more energized by the moment in doing so. Until finally you thrust forward, a shudder passing all across your silver skin as a wash of intense pleasure spreads out from your buried prick and over your mind. When you pull out, her tight little hole gapes briefly for a moment before squeezing back closed... it doesn't look like you left anything in her, despite your orgasm.\n\nYou almost instantly catch your breath as you step back, the silver shaft reabsorbing into your body and your breasts once more smoothing out and becoming featureless. "... Straighten up and get dressed," you order the blonde, then address the whole group with, "And get back in the van!"\n\nA few minutes later you're driving down the backwoods paths, a combination of your own handful of lessons and Shine's enhancement of your memory and reaction time making it almost effortless. 'I know where we can go,' Shine advises breezily. 'Once we get to the highway I'll take over driving.'\n\n"Where are we going?" you ask aloud, tilting your head a bit.\n\n'A place called the Hermes Hotel. It's an old building that one of my former summoners bought. It's been warded and has some maintenance spells cast on it, so it shouldn't be too run down. It will be a safe place for us to operate while we're dodging Conformity.'\n\n"Any point in asking what happened to that summoner?" you ask a little dryly.\n\n'He mismanaged his ability to feed after battle and got absorbed. Which is one of the reasons that I'll be able to treat his wards and enchantments as if they were ours.'\n\n"... Fun."\n\n'It's not like I'm proud of it, it's just what happens. Look, why don't you relax and go to sleep?' Shine asks as you pull off of the farm-to-market road and head down the exit towards the interstate. 'I can take care of everything while you get some rest, you've had a hard day.'\n\nYou're a little dubious, but you've so far been able to sense the truth behind anything Shine has sent, you decide to keep trusting her. Deliberately falling asleep while driving on the highway is another matter, but once you relax and find that your body continues to move and guide the van without you, you eventually allow yourself to drift off and into sleep, the various adrenaline buzzes (and more) of the day finally taking their toll.\n\nWhen you wake up, you find that you're laying in a rather large, opulent bed in a luxurious room, sprawled on your back, no longer shiny silver, and wearing a pair of overlarge pajama pants and a T-shirt that's also obviously a size or two too big for you. In your confusion, Shine says brightly, 'Morning~! Sorry about the bad fit, but I don't quite have the magic yet to do resizing on the fly.'\n\n"Shine? Where are we?" you ask, looking around the room. "This is... the hotel?"\n\n'The penthouse of the hotel, yes. I ditched the van a few blocks away and brought the others here through back streets and alleys, they're tucked into various rooms below,' Shine explains as you scoot to the edge of the bed and sit up, and after a moment stand. You feel a bit... off... but it's a little hard to tell how just now. 'I nudged their already mezzed mental state into a longterm sleep, they should stay that way until we decide to wake them up.'\n\n"Huh. You can do that?" you ask as you glance around again, then head towards what looks like the bathroom.\n\n'I'm not just a pretty face and some shiny mercury, I have many powers and abilities that I'll gain access to and that will grow stronger as you use me. Battle and feeding will both provide the energy needed,' Shine explains as you reach over to flick on the light, then move to stand in front of the mirror... and stare.\n\nYou're taller. Actually you look a bit older, maybe in your twenties. Wait, it's not just that... you're as tall as you were when Shine tweaked your form after covering you. A glance down shows that the added breast size remains as well, and a glance back up shows that your hair has gotten longer, now down to your mid-back, still black and tipped with blue. But... you also still have a pair of long, slender horns rising up from your forehead, skin-toned along the base and gradually darkening to black as they get closer to the tips. "W-... wha?!" you squeak, reaching up to touch them, staggering back a step... and blinking as you notice an odd brushing sensation from downstairs. Quickly fumbling with the tie of the pants, you let them drop... and let out a yelp at the sight of the sizeable cock and heavy balls dangling from your crotch. "What the hell?!" You yank your gaze back up to the mirror. "Shine, what the hell did you do?!"\n\nYou glare for a moment... then almost jump in shock as your reflection's eyes change from blue to silver, the you in the mirror smirking and completely calm despite your own flustered state. "As our bond grows there are bound to be some physical changes," Shine says from the mirror, shrugging nonchalantly with a flick of her hands. "It's just a few minor changes, what's the problem?"\n\nAfter taking a moment to adapt to this new method of communication, you slam your palms down on the bathroom counter and lean in towards your unfazed reflection. "The hair's a 'minor change'! What do you call horns and... and...!"\n\n"We enjoyed using it enough last night, why not have one all the time?" Shine replies in a reasonable tone, hopping up to sit partly turned sideways on the reflection's counter and reaching down to wrap a hand around her own cock, starting to stroke lightly... which makes you shiver and suppress a moan as you can actually feel the stroking, your own cock stiffening identically to hers. At your annoyed glare, she sighs and hops back down, stretching some and making her tits lift under the baggy T-shirt. "Look, don't get bent out of shape, Cyan. Your physical form is starting to take on some of the properties of mine, that's all... and that includes being able to shapeshift. You'll be able to hide them and pass for a normal, boring human girl any time you want, promise."\n\nYou start to make a snarky comment about the 'boring human girl' bit, before something catches in your brain. Your eyes narrow a little and you lean in towards the mirror. "What happened to 'Master'?"\n\nShine copies your pose but smirks back at you, giving her shoulders a little shake to make her tits wobble visibly through the open collar of her shirt. "You're not my master anymore, Cyan, we're partners. 'Master' implies you over me. When we joined together fully in purpose and pleasure, that was over. We're both on the same level now. There's not you over I, there's just you and me, and me and you. We're not master and servant, we're us."\n\n"Uh-huh. But you decide how we look, is that it?"\n\nShine huffs and rolls her silver eyes, giving her head a twist before looking back at you. "Look, like I said, if you don't like it, just concentrate and change it back! When you're letting me use the body, I decide how it looks, though, alright?"\n\nYou open your mouth, close it, think, then nod slowly. "... Look, you just surprised me, that's all," you say after a moment, deliberately calming your voice. "That was a hell of a thing to wake up to. It's... not even that I don't like it, just... a heads-up next time?"\n\n"... Okay, fair enough." Shine sighs as she straightens up and folds her arms. "I actually didn't decide it consciously, it just sort of happened as our bond deepened, but I knew it would shock you and I kept quiet because I wanted to see your reaction. That was wrong of me, I'm sorry."\n\n"... And me rejecting it must have felt like I was rejecting you, so I guess I'm sorry too," you say after a moment.\n\nShine beams at that, silver eyes twinkling. "You're so sweet, I love you."\n\nYour face colors... well, you assume from the feeling, since your reflection isn't actually a reflection at the moment. "Ah... r-really?"\n\n"Well from now on, I am you, and you are me. If you don't love yourself, who will?" Shine replies breezily, shrugging again.\n\nThat makes... sense, you guess. Actually you find the whole thing deeply charming, and your mouth curls up in a grin. "I love you too."\n\nShine smiles brightly again, then leans in towards the mirror and presses her lips against it. You lean in, returning the kiss even though all you can feel is the smooth coolness of the reflective surface. When you lean back and open your eyes, your reflection is moving in time with you again and has blue eyes once more.\n\nYou spend a few moments in the bathroom... which includes putting your new equipment to its less fun but somehow still interesting use... and pull the borrowed (inherited?) pants back up before wandering out into the main area of the room instead. It's dated, but definitely luxurious... you'd bet this dates to sometime around the forties or fifties. 'It was a little dated when my previous summoner got it, but it has been awhile, yes,' Shine answers the unasked question as you stroll barefoot through the opulent suite. 'But as said there were maintenance spells on it that have kept deterioriation and dirtiness to a minimum, so the entire place is still in usable condition, even if not all of it is quite so pristine as this.'\n\nYou nod thoughtfully as you head towards the obvious bar area, hoping that the pipes are magically maintained too and won't spit brown sludge at you. After filling a crystal whiskey glass with (thankfully clear) water, you turn while sipping it... and almost spray your mouthful through the air. Instead you swallow (a bit uncomfortably), then point at the blonde laying on the couch, her hands folded on her stomach, apparently asleep. "What's she doing here?!"\n\n'Well she had to be somewhere. Sorry, it slipped my mind briefly, alright?' Shine adds at your annoyed thought. 'All the hostages had to go somewhere, and with her I thought... well, she felt really good, might as well keep her handy just in case.'\n\n"Shine," you almost growl, glancing aside as if you could catch a glimpse of her if you did.\n\n'Think it through logically Cyan, she's in danger if she leaves anyway. Until we take down Conformity, that goes for all of the rest of them. Now, it's true that we could wake them up and either let them take their chances out there, or let them stay here, but both of those have risks for us. Or!' Shine's voice brightens as she continues. 'We can keep them here in magically induced sleep, perfectly healthy and unafraid, and quite safe. And, bonus, she'll be right there for regular feedings so we can be safe with that, and grow more powerful over time.'\n\n"I don't know about this, Shine," you mutter, folding your arms.\n\n'I'm just giving you my take on it so we can make a decision together,' the succubus answers. 'These are humans so I'm willing to bow to the human perspective on what we should do. But that said, what should we do?'\n\nAdmittedly, it's not like you can't see the rationality of Shine's points. These people were all taken from their homes, they're probably marked by the forces of Conformity, so if they go back there's not much to stop them from getting taken again. And you definitely don't want to wind up 'absorbed'. But still, all other moral and ethical considerations aside (of which there are no shortage... and a few of which you've already thrown to the wind, admittedly), wouldn't it be kind of... weird... living in an old hotel with a bunch of eternally sleeping people?\n\n<hr>\n[[Leave her (and them) asleep.|GGDS]]\n\n[[Wake her up.|GGDS2x5]]

"... Look, I'm sorry, all else aside it's just too <i>weird</i>, okay?" you assert as you walk over to the couch, setting the glass down on the nearby table. "Let's wake her up."\n\n'Okay. Lay a hand on her forehead and just concentrate on that, "wake up".'\n\nNodding, you lean over the reclining girl, bracing one hand on the arm of the couch and resting the other on her forehead. You focus on pushing just that simple thought into her head, 'wake up'. At first you don't think anything's happening, but after a few seconds her eyelids flutter, then open, pale green eyes focusing on you... before widening as she lets out a scream, scrambling away from you and winding up pressed into the corner of the couch, staring at you in absolute terror.\n\n"Uh." You blink, shocked. You did expect her to be a little bit frightened, waking up with a stranger in a strange place, but this is beyond that. You wince as she screams again, looking like she's about half a moment from diving over the arm of the couch and making a break for it.\n\n'Horns,' Shine notes sheepishly.\n\n'... Good one, us,' you think with a sigh. Since making them go away now would probably just creep her out more, you slowly raise your hands. "Easy, it's okay. I'm not going to hurt you."\n\n"W-who are you?!" she stammers, hands pressed hard against the surface of the couch. "WHAT are you?!"\n\n"My name's Cyan, and I'm human, honestly. They're just cosmetic," you insist, pointing at your forehead. "For real, that's all."\n\n"You're... telling me those are implants?" She stares, then laughs almost hysterically. "You don't look that level of punk!"\n\n'Hm, some more earrings and maybe a tongue stud would kind of set these off,' you and Shine muse in unison, before you speak aloud. "It's a long story. It's okay, though. Some people kidnapped you... me too. I was just able to break free of their control, and I got us all out of there."\n\n"I..." Her eyes flick back and forth, the terror in them shifting as she clearly starts to remember. "I was installing and setting up that game my little brother asked me to while he was away at camp, and... and I felt myself relaxing, then... I was walking to the door, they were putting me in a van... I don't... remember anything after that, but... oh God." She swallows hard, but after a moment seems to gradually relax. "I... I believe you though. I'm not entirely sure why. Actually..." She lets out a long breath, then scoots to sit properly on the couch, giving you a shaky smile. "Actually, now that I'm calming down... I feel very safe with you, Cyan. Ah... my name's Andrea," she adds, smile becoming more natural by the moment. "Thank you so much."\n\n'Oooo, she's imprinted, neat!' Shine chirps happily, virtually vibrating inside your head.\n\n"Im-" you start to say out loud, before closing your mouth and doing your best not to obviously look to the side as you reply. 'What do you mean, "imprinted"?'\n\n'From a combination of the brainwashing Conformity used and us feeding on her. Normally feeding has no aftereffects other than maybe a sense of deep satisfaction and an urge to smoke or raid the fridge, but since she was in such a receptive state, it's like she's formed a partial bond with us. She naturally trusts us, possibly even loves us though she doesn't consciously realize. Hey, don't look at me like that,' Shine adds as your eyes narrow, Andrea watching you stand there frowning at the floor with a confused look on her face. 'I didn't try to do it, it just happened. I mean I <i>could</i> do it on purpose, probably, but I didn't, I swear!'\n\n'How do we fix it?' you think, folding your arms.\n\n'Why?' Shine does the mental equivalent of holding up her hands at your little flare of anger. 'Okay, okay, sorry! Look, I don't know, alright? Honest. If it was something I'd done deliberately, then I'd know how to undo it, but this is a completely random quirk, it's all in her head. If we get more powerful, then maybe we could root around there and figure it out to undo it. But!' she cuts in before you can even think of a reply. 'Point of order! To get more powerful, we'll need to feed regularly! Also to, y'know, avoid me involuntarily absorbing you. And look, right here, we've got a cute, sweet girl who will be <i>completely and totally willing</i> to do that for you once you suggest it to her! It's a win-win here!'\n\nYou want to argue that, and are about to, when Andrea stands up and steps over to you. "Cyan? Are you... alright?"\n\n"Um, yeah, sorry, just thinking," you reply, rubbing the back of your head. "It's a kind of rough situation, y'know? These weird goons kidnapping people, and you in danger..."\n\nAndrea nods slowly. "That's true." Then she smiles gently. "But at least I don't feel like I'm in danger with you. I... can't really explain it, I just have this feeling like you're going to keep me safe." You're too surprised to resist as she steps in and wraps her arms around you, hugging you tightly... you're not sure if she's noticed that she's now sans a bra, her breasts pressing against the undersides of yours through two thin layers of fabric. "Please say I can stay, alright? Thinking about going back out there with those men... I get really frightened," she admits, tucking her head in against the meeting of your neck and shoulder. "Please say I can stay with you."\n\nAt a bit of a loss, you drape your arms around her middle, giving her a gentle hug in return. As you're trying to figure out what to say in return, she aptly derails your train of thought by placing a soft kiss right where your neck curves into your throat, sending a shiver through you.\n\n<hr>\n[[Keep her.|GGDS]]\n\n[[Send her home.|GGDS]]

You take several deep breaths. Okay, you've got to try and approach this rationally, despite it being a very irrational thing. You head to your computer and settle into the chair (hesitating a few moments as it creaks rather threateningly at your greater mass, but holds), then bring up the internet. Surely it can tell you what to do!\n\nSadly, googling 'turning into a big blue muscle girl' mostly just brings up various DeviantArt illustrations and some lame porno CYOA. (Some of the DA art is definitely not muscle girls and instead another thing entirely.) Okay, so that's probably not going to get you anywhere. If you go to WebMD it will probably just tell you that turning blue, gaining a foot and a half of height with about 100 pounds of muscle, and growing horns and fangs is a cancer symptom. You have to come at this from a different angle.\n\nOkay, so you have the costume, and you have the place that sold it to you. You can home in on those two things. At a pinch, you could always just go back to the place at the mall, but you'd kind of like to avoid such a large, crowded space where you could potentially run into a lot of people you know if you can. Much better to try and find the source. So a bit of searching around finds that the 'Missus Mazorium' of 'Missus Mazorium's Clothing Emporeum' is Elizabeth Mazorium and she does in fact have a public address, right here in town. You're not sure how she'd handle you showing up on her doorstep and saying 'Yeah hi one of your costumes did this to me' but you're sort of tempted to find out, considering.\n\nChecking out the character on the costume yields another possibility. You'd mostly expected it to be just some knockoff, but turns out 'Miss Thang' is in fact someone's character, albeit one from a web series on a blog. The series is by 'Daniqa Emmerson', and a glance through it seems to indicate that it's mostly about superheroes. A furious bout of cyberstalking her social media accounts, and you're pretty sure she's from Deviville too... in fact, you recognize the handwriting on one of her coffee shop cups, and judging from how often she posts from that shop and at about the same time, you might be able to get there in time to catch her today. If she's the one who made the character, maybe she knows something about this!\n\n<hr>\n[[Go see Elizabeth.|GGMCE10x3]]\n\n[[Go see Daniqa.|GGMCE]]

"Hey, wait, listen," you say, trying to keep your voice reasonable as you raise your hands and step forward. The wicked witch looks rather startled and raises her crackling hand, though a glance at the somewhat nonplussed Glinda makes her lower it again. "I think there's a misunderstanding here." 'A deliberate one,' you add mentally, resisting the urge to glare at the pink-clad witch.\n\n"What's that, my pretty, you didn't deliberately drop a building on my sister?" the wicked witch sneers.\n\n"No, I didn't," you answer frankly, without stuttering, which seems to surprise her again. "I just happened to be inside the building when it got dropped, I had no control over it. Look, I don't know anything about your sister, and I definitely didn't wish her dead. I'm not glad she's dead, either, whether she was oppressing people or not she was still your sister so I'm not going to gloat to your face."\n\nThe black-clad witch now seems actually somewhat placated, folding her arms over her chest and eyeing you more thoughtfully, while Glinda seems to have developed something of a frown. "She tormented the poor Munchkins, Dorothy," the woman in the pink dress says, her voice mildly scolding.\n\n"Yeah but no reason to rub her family's face in it when she's standing right here," you counter. "Even if they're evil or whatever, they still have feelings! I mean, you still have feelings. Sorry," you add, addressing the Witch of the West directly.\n\n"... Hmph. Been a long time since anyone even acknowledged that," she grumbles, stroking her chin a bit. Then she points at you. "But I still want those boots!"\n\n"The boots cannot be removed," Glinda cuts in smoothly.\n\n'Figures,' you think sourly, much the same expression passing over the black-clad witch's face. "Alright, look..." you say, holding up your hands placatingly again.\n\n<hr>\n[["... I have no fight with you."|GGOz1x4]]\n\n[["... You can have them when I leave."|GGOz]]\n\n[["... I'll help you get them off me."|GGOz]]

You continue to thrash, struggle, and protest, but none of it makes any difference. You never manage to make your body so much as move a finger of your own accord, let alone speak up or refuse Lauriel's endless string of orders.\n\nWhat's worse is how she treats you... you're obviously not even a slave to her, despite the fact that she only ever refers to you as 'Slave'. No, you're not worth any more attention than a voice-activated faucet or vacuum, and no more of a person to her. And the most infuriating thing is that you still come to yearn for her touch, because it's the only thing that you're allowed to feel, and it always feels like an intense, on-the-verge-of-orgasmic burst of pleasure that never makes it to the point of climax... not even when she sometimes idly rubs at the smooth expanse between your legs, as if you were some sort of worry stone.\n\nBut she doesn't touch you that often. In fact, she'll often set up long strings of orders and commands that may take you days or even weeks to finish, and won't even speak to you or look at you in the meantime. The only times you'll see her are when you happen to be passing by a room where she's reading, eating, drinking, or being eaten out by your replacement, Kara.\n\nEventually though, Kara does something to annoy Lauriel that a whipping or caning isn't enough to punish. You just so happen to be cleaning the windows in the room and thus get to observe from outside the same process that happened to you, Kara's scream being cut off as the featureless silver shield is pressed over her face, her body writhing and twisting as liquid gold seeps over her naked body, wiping out any identifying traits other than the general shape of her body and the style of her gold-thread hair. You can't help but feel a sort of vicious joy at it... serves her right for all her time spent flaunting her ability to feel and speak and eat and drink in front of you!\n\nOf course your elation is short-lived as you realize that what few opportunities you had to actually feel something are now cut in half. Lauriel treats you both exactly the same, as household appliances, and any inclination to rub, touch, or fondle you is based entirely on whichever of you is nearest.\n\nAnd it gets worse. As the years roll by you watch as again and again, one of your former friends, or entirely new girls, eventually displease Lauriel and are turned into silent masked servitors. Eventually there are almost two dozen of you, roaming nude statues obeying her orders, or moving to stand in the back room that looks out on the garden when not in use. You spend days, or weeks, or even months at a time standing and staring out the window, watching the day turn to night, the night turn to day, gradually forgetting things like the faces of your parents, or where you went to school, or your name.\n\nYou're not sure how much time really passes, only that eventually you wind up standing in the porch room for a very, very long time. One by one the other golden servitors filter in as they complete their days or weeks' or sometimes years' worth of tasks, lining up in gleaming golden rows with their featureless facemasks turned forward. And as the garden turns to seed and ivy crawls up the windows, gradually hiding the yard from view, you realize you've been abandoned, or forgotten. But there is nothing you can do about it... all you can do is stand, and wait, wait to see if the Mistress of the house returns to issue you new orders.\n\nYou hope she touches you.\n\n<hr>\n<b>Lauriel's Slave</b> end - <i>Silence is golden</i>

Yeah! The extra thrill of staying out all night for real provides that extra thrill. You'll figure out what to do when you get bored of graffiti-ing the bathroom after midnight's passed, that'll be part of the fun! (Or you'll just head to Leslie's and actually sneak in her window to sleep at her place, that is also very likely.) \n\nYou snag your phone and tap Leslie's contact, then pause. Hm... you could always ask her to come with you, you guess. Leslie's not quite the weird dark gothic enthusiast you are... in fact she's pretty damn normie-coded... but she's usually up for getting dragged along on anything weird and fun you find to do (if this counts). And admittedly if you get bored and want to sleep inside properly it would be a lot easier to get into her house if she, y'know, were with you to just open the door and let you both in.\n\n<hr>\n[[Ask Leslie along.|GGUL]]\n\n[[Just go yourself.|GGUL1x5]]

Eh. You're in no hurry. As long as you get there before midnight it's cool. Don't wanna seem to be in a rush to meet the Devil or whatever after all, heheheh.\n\nIt takes you a little over half an hour to finish out the bucket, after which you return the bucket, drop another dollar in the tips jar for good measure (you might wanna do this again sometime after all) and grab up your bag and head out, paint cans clinking and rattling quietly. Hm, definitely do not need to run into any authority figures who have greater than a 1 for a Perception check.\n\nLuckily you don't run into anyone at all, though it's definitely a little creepy to be out and about on the sidewalks rather later than you're used to... but again, that's also part of what's thrilling! You do notice that the streetlights are a bit older and dimmer in this part of town... probably the legacy of politicians deciding that spending money on this area was a bad investment for the return of votes it produced.\n\nIt's not long before you're within sight of the Churchclock, and admittedly it's a pretty imposing sight after dark... tall, with that sort of mid-century starkness, very square and angular and no-frills, leaving you to wonder exactly how anyone ever saw it as vanity. But admittedly the clock face itself is rather gothic and elaborate, especially barely lit from within so that the numbers and hands are deep shadows, and all of it overseen by that similarly stark and no-frills cross up at the top.\n\n'Spoopy for sure,' you think, trying to push some jocularity into your mental tone to assure yourself that you're totally not actually spooked. You see the park ahead, and notice that the gates have just been left open... clearly not much of anyone actually cares about officially-posted hours anymore. The grass is a bit overgrown too, not too badly, but definitely longer than city parks are usually allowed to get. It's similarly no frills like the clocktower, though here you assume for a different reason... nothing but a couple of park benches, really, some trash cans, and the squat, rectangular structure of a public restroom.\n\nYou walk over to it, angling towards the side with the silhouette-in-a-dress marker, briefly eyeing the sign that reads 'OUT OF ORDER' before tugging on the door... tch, locked, and fairly firmly too. You glance over, then shrug and head for the men's side instead. Hey, you really, really doubt it'll be an issue, right? You walk over and take hold of the handle just as the clocktower begins to chime eleven. ... Okay, yeah, that <i>does</i> sound a little creepy. It's like an actual church bell, but somehow almost seems... electronically distorted a little bit, like it's drawn out and wobbling. Except as far as you know, it's purely a physical bell being struck inside, no amplification whatsoever. The fire must have really... well, warped it. In some weird way. ... Without burning down the clocktower. ... Mmf. You shiver a little, unable to help waiting for the final bell to toll before actually going inside.\n\nYou brace a little when you open the door, but luckily the smell... actually isn't too bad? Nor, you realize as you step inside, is the messiness. Apparently this park is so little-used that even the public restrooms don't get too nasty between cleans, which seems a little weird to you but whatever. Clearly people are allowed to be superstitious. You quickly spot the mirror in question... wow, yeah, rather than the little bland rectangles a lot of restrooms use, the whole wall above the sinks is covered with one large mirror. It's got some accumulated gunk around the edges and a sticker here or there, but is otherwise surprisingly whole considering it's probably been here, what, thirty years? The rest of the bathroom and urinals are similarly somewhat rundown and slightly messy but nothing truly disgusting (relative to the usual state of a public restroom anyway). \n\nYou set down your bag and unzip it, getting the cans arranged a bit and set up so the cap colors show. Aw yeah, this is gonna be fun! Spending a few hours in a spooky place waiting for a haunting (or whatever) to occur? All after walking around town late at night alone? Honestly your blood's really pumping and the adrenaline is starting to trickle in through your veins, and it's having an... effect. You glance at the supposedly cursed (or is it the clocktower that's cursed? whatever) mirror and notice that your nipples are practically trying to pop through the thin fabric of your shirt. ... Maybe you could, ah... relieve some tension first...?\n\n<hr>\n[[Do the lewds.|GGUL]]\n\n[[Ahem. No.|GGUL1x8]]

Eh, you don't want to bother them if they're, y'know, <i>conducting business</i> that you aren't (currently) interested in, as they just might be from a bit of the smell that wafts your way on the current of the AC. You've got your own illicit business to mind tonight.\n\nAnyway, by the time you've finished your pizza they've left anyway, leaving you as the only person in the place, which is itself open until midnight. The server doesn't seem to mind your obvious intent to hang out and slurp free refills for quite awhile, especially since you tossed a good tip onto the cost of the pizza, and since you seem inclined to mind your business and your manners. You drop another fivespot for a freeplay wristband and a bucket of tokens, then head over to start killing aliens, dinosaurs, terrorists, and time.\n\nEventually you look up from the eventual refuge of everyone on freeplay, the pinball machine, and check the time on the wall clock rather than go to the effort of pulling out your phone. Of course you then have to take a moment to parse analog, not that it's hard in this instance. A little before ten... it takes maybe ten, fifteen minutes to walk to Churchclock Park from here, so if you left now you'd have two hours to fool around before midnight and then however long you wanted after.\n\nYou glance at the plastic bucket beside you, which still has a thin layer of tokens covering the bottom. (The vast majority having been spent beating <i>Turtles in Time</i>.) Hm... spend the rest of them first, or leave now?\n\n<hr>\n[[Finish out the bucket.|GGUL1x7]]\n\n[[Leave now.|GGUL]]

You take the Reconditioning Rifle from its slender robot arms, which quickly retract into the wall along with the other weapons. A quick check of it shows that everything seems to be in order, along with the extremely simple 'ammo remaining' loadout: 1. Which means no second chances, you need to get Tifa with the first shot. With this weapon, if you miss you'll have to stay in the sim for five minutes, after which the mission will be considered an automatic fail and you'll be recalled back to the Mission Room... assuming some other hazard doesn't get hold of you by then, like an angry martial artist.\n\nYou head through the portal door, appearing in the dingy Sector Seven slums. Hoo, you and the adaptive programming magic really did a number on this place... it even smells damp and run-down. Peeking out of the alleyway you've materialized in, you can see that you're down the street from Seventh Heaven. It seems to still have about an hour of business left, at the least, to judge by the people still going in. Now, what to do?\n\n<hr>\n[[Wait.|CapTifa-RR]]\n\n[[Go for a climb.|CapTifa-RR1x1]]

The sudden fresh spurt of fear at the realization is paralyzing. Your body goes rigid.\n\n\n<i>-̷̡̨̛̣͍̯̟̠͕͕͎̹͍̯͉̝̣̞͑̈́̈́́͗̓͐̾̎̀̐̒̆̋̐͆͒̚̕̕u̸̮͙̖̼̻̠̮̹͈̗͔̣̫̫̱̬̿́͊̓̍̀̚Ù̸̗̩͇͎͇̯̤͙̍̎̏̍̈̒̔̎̀̆̚͝ư̶̡̮̪͎̲͚̠̐́̏̈́͆̒͌̀̋͑͆́͑̂͒̈͒͊̕̕̚̚Ų̷̪̯̤̺̰͖̙̗̔̀͛̍̈́̈́͛̔̏̕̕͝͝ͅù̶̘̘̤̞̯͓̳̩͎͓̼͎̞͔̭̙̮̩̊̾̊̃͛͌̿̑̔̒͊͂͗͂̆̓ͅu̶̧̜̱̲̞̻͕̰̬̰̥̟̰̱̓̍̆̓̆̈́͛͌̇̊̈͌̊̋̔̈́̚͝ͅͅu̸̟̥̹͒̏͋̂́͋̋̽̍̿̿͋̓͗́̾͛̎͘͜͠͝O̸̡̡͎͍̖͇̫̬̳̤͍͕͓̤̾̃̋̇͂̽̈́̚ͅƠ̸̗̺̲̖͌̏̋̌͊͂̾̉̈́̑̂̿͛͛̽̅̉͑̕͝Ò̴̧̩̜̟͉͓̦̮̦͕̭̙͕͉̟͎̀͑̈̂͝ò̵̡͔̭͚̺͚͈̠̙̜̩͉͕̥̹̼́̈̑͑̊͆̄̽͐̇͒̾̀̉̕͘̚o̸̢̧̧̼͎͇̦̗̖̘̥̬͙̗͚̜̳̜͓̣̔̓̍̀͗̏̌̉͗̍̏̽̿͑̊͘͠ͅơ̷̢̢̬̭̣̪͚͉̬̩̳̺̹̹͕̜̗͈̞̊̒̃̿͘͝Ở̴̡̧̧̛̛̘̼̝̫̳̳̜̪͕̲͓͙̤̳̱̬̊̋͒̽̀͑͂͛̏̍̀́̃͠Ö̷̢͕̝͍̞̖̗̼̫͖̠̺͍͍̖͔̝͓̜̺͈̜̜́̎̈̐͆̐̋̓͜Ő̵̢̧̧̱̩̱͙͕͉̜̻̩̘̭̦̱̔̒́̈̉̄̈͛͊̀̉̔̾͗́̉̈̒͆͐̐͑͘̕̚͜͜o̷̳̣̩̙͈̹̦̟̺̭͓̺̼̯͖̞͊̓̽͌͒͛̊̂̚͝͠O̸̧̨̹̝͍̤͍̗͚͈̩͔͈̰̲̥̝̲̖͕̅̇́̉̀́̉͊̊́̑̃͒͐͂̚̚͜ͅͅo̵̭̼̽́̆̿̈̉̿͊̋̋̑̀ͅo̵̡̼͈̮̻̜̩̞͂͆͗͑̔̋͒̂͋̔͋͒̈́̿̏ͅơ̷̡̛̝̖̱̙͖͒̔̉̀̉͌̾̀́̈́̏̀̎̄́̕̚̕͠o̶̼͎̊͑̈̀̈̇́̆̓̿̈́͑̇̈̈́̚͝Ọ̶̢͎͓͈̹̱̳̤̟̝̳͚̟̝̠͕̘̞̳̠͎̺͊̈̈́̾̒̌͘̕ͅņ̶̢̖͓̺̯̟̤̜̬͍͓̤̣̱͈̞̭͓͇̖̂̍̀̓͋̿̽͌̐̚͜͠ͅŅ̴̧̡̡̨̛̟̹̤̩̘̜̖͚̼͎̱̱͕̖̽͛̂́̇́͌̊̓́̊̇͒̓͌͐́̒̓́̎̚͘̕͜͜͝ͅͅṄ̶̢̨̨͇̪̖̹͙̻̙̼̻̗̲̫͇͙̻̪̊͐̓̅̊̈̓̈́̀̉͑̎̈́͋̄͐̐̅̓̎͘̕̕͜͝ǹ̵͉̣͒̒͐́͆͘̚n̵̨̧̨̢̨̛̲͈̰͎̦̻͚͖̙̟̹͕͍̳͕̟̲̼̜͔̂́̈́͒̉̉̀̊̓̄̒̓̽̄͂͒͑͜͠n̸̡̯͖̝̹̩̣̤̤̤͑̓͒̉̀̀̑̂̑̎̈́͐̈́̀͊̋ͅͅͅg̸̡̛̻͚̼̹͌̐̔̑͛̊̃̕͝!̸̨̧̻̪͙̯̮̱̼̠̩̲̮̳̳̙̪͔̠̈́̋̌͑̋̎͒̑̂̀͋͑̄͐͋̔̈́̎͐̐͌̚̚͝͝</i>\n\n\nYou can see them now, emerging from behind corners where they shouldn't have been able to hide, crawling along the ceiling from out of the corners. They're... monsters. Definitely not just hot guys with red skin and horns, they're twisted, strange, bodies covered in mottled scales and fur or spikes or fingers with too many joints. Things. Creatures. They move in a way that's... wrong... but also somehow very much real. Your blood is thundering in your ears enough that you can't even be sure if the clocktower's still ringing out its distorted, awful bells.\n\nYou manage to yank your head to the sides and look and... again, the bathroom around you is completely normal, exactly as it was before, not rotted or twisted, and certainly no monsters. The paralysis broken, you turn, faintly thinking to make a run for the door, when movement catches the corner of your eye and you look in the mirror. Something with multiple limbs and a rippling, drooling lower face is between you and the door... in the mirror. You can see it there, and yourself turned mostly towards it, and in that moment of hesitation where your shocked and pummeled brain is trying to figure out which one is is reality, something grabs you.\n\nYou scream as you're taken hold of and hauled around, thrown forward across the bathroom counter. You glance fearfully over your shoulder, but there's nothing there, even as you feel your left arm being pulled behind your back and your right raised, the grip of something tight around your forearm... ohgod, you can see the indentation of fingers on your skin as well as feel it. You look forward again and let out another scream at the sight of the thing holding you in the mirror, a four-armed monstrosity whose head is mostly mouth, lipless and rimmed in numerous shapes of sharp teeth, a pair of long, dripping tongues dangling out through them and lashing around with its movements, the rest of its body scrawny and almost skeletal, covered in ugly, bumpy red-brown gleaming skin. You look down at yourself, as if refusing to see the reflection might somehow render you immune to what's shown in it and start struggling, succeeding only in bucking and twisting your lower half around.\n\nYou do, however, see it as the fly of your jeans seems to yank open of its own accord, and a moment later your jeans and panties just go flying downward by themselves, baring your ass and pussy to the coolish air of the bathroom. You're still looking down in shock when something huge is shoved into your pussy so deeply and abruptly that you actually have time to see the slightly inhuman outline of it bulging your stomach up below your shirt before the sensation actually hits your brain.\n\nYou throw back your head, your eyes rolling and teeth gritting until it feels like they'll break, your scream actually catching in your throat as your whole body is overwhelmed by the sensation of how big and how cruelly twisted and lumpy and ridged the thing inside you is. As you overcome the sensation enough to start processing what your eyes are seeing, you can see the thing now in the mirror, leering down at you with that all-mouth head, its tongues snaking across the back of your neck and your back, leaving you with the sensation of being touched by something clammy and wet without any actual dampness appearing on your skin in reality, though your reflection is visibly left dripping with it as those long, almost eel-like tongues drag across your face as well, making you shudder as one passes in front of your eyes without ever blocking your view of it doing so in the mirror.\n\nIt starts thrusting, the impact of its boney, almost skeletal hips visibly impacting your ass in the reflection, that massive inhuman cock pumping deep into your pussy and spreading you wide as it rapes you. Some detached part of your brain can only imagine what it must look like from behind, your pussy gaping obscenely around nothing, inner walls bulging and shuddering around something twisted and monstrous, showing all the way inside, your pussy already having been damp and glistening from your earlier arousal at "trespassing", now squirting a bit with every invisible thrust as there's no room inside you for both that diabolical dick and even the merest wetness. Somehow the image cracks some inner armor and your body begins to react, your pussy growing even wetter and your skin more flushed.\n\nYou let out a "GAK!" as you feel something push into your mouth, hooking into your cheek and stretching it, your head pulled back forward and up, forced to look at the invisible monster raping your increasingly physically eager cunt in the mirror, seeing the reflection of the fingers of its third hand hooked into your mouth. You're forced to watch as it pushes the disgusting, knobbly-knuckled fingers of its fourth hand in as well, pushing them between your teeth and then forcing your mouth further open, your cheeks stretched, your actual mouth stretched and indented around nothing at all.\n\nNothing breaks your line of sight, and yet in the reflection a gargoyle-like creature... small and bald and leering, not at all massive and powerful and handsome... thrusts right into your proffered mouth. You gag as your throat is filled, bulging up, feeling it stroke across your tongue and start raping your face, and yet there's nothing actually in front of you, giving you a very clear view of the monster's back in the mirror as it thrusts and pumps, tossing its head in silent cackles. In fact, there's absolutely no sound in the bathroom save for the pounding of your heart and the lewd, almost accusatory squelches and splurts of your pussy being fucked, and you grunting and squealing and crying out around a cock that's not even there.\n\nIn fact you can't even hear it as the monster raping your pussy withdraws his spare hands from your mouth and uses one of them to deliver a punishing spank to your ass... you can feel the impact, watch past the view of the gargoyle fucking your mouth as your butt jiggles and wobbles with it before resuming the shaking of the impacts of bony hips, but as far as reality looks like your ass just Did That. The gargoyle fucks you at high speed, still tossing its head cackling and shrieking silently in the reflection, its gray balls smacking your chin rapidly until it suddenly pulls out. You can feel the ghost of thick, damp ropes of something hitting all over your face, but it's not until the gargoyle scrambles out of the way that you can see your reflection with its face now smeared with a thick load of cum dripping all over you and down off your chin, dribbling from your mouth even though you can't taste anything.\n\nThen the monster behind you opens its mouth-head in a long thrown-back and silent shriek, tongues lashing the air, and you let out a "GK!" as you feel that huge, inhuman cock inside you swell further. You look down at yourself just in time to see your belly start to inflate and round out despite the view of absolutely nothing behind you. The conflicting sensation and image drives your muddled, confused, overstimulated brain over the brink and you cum, letting out a gurgling, half-sane cry as your pussy squeezes hard around the massive phantom prick violating it, gushing out onto the tile of the floor unimpeded in reality, and dribbling down the monster's huge, disgusting balls in the mirror.\n\nYou pant and shudder, slumping forward limp against the counter as you feel your pussy relaxing as the monster in the reflection pulling out of you, the phantom sensation of something thick and wet spurting out of you and coating your thighs accompanying it. Then you lift your head a bit as you see one of the other monsters step forward, the one that's covered in random patches of scale and fur, its body a strange assemblage of seemingly random animal traits. It sneers at you with a lopsided muzzle, then grabs you by the hips and hauls you upward.\n\nYou yelp loudly as you're flipped around and pushed back on the counter, your ass still hanging over the end, your legs lifting and being held in the air by nothing. For a moment you're just stunned, watching your bulged belly slowly deflating as that ghostly feel of invisible jizz running across your skin tickles your taint and asshole instead. You glance almost desperately in the mirror, seeing the monster holding you up in place, and watching as a pair of cocks slide out of a slit hidden in the thick, patchwork fur at its crotch, both of them as strange and mingled as the rest of its body... one tapering to a point but with a slight corkscrew twist and a bulging ring near the middle, the other with a flared head and poking barbs dotted all over it, and both of them knotted at the base.\n\nYou whip your head around to look at where it would be in front of you, thrusting a hand out as if you could put a restraining hand on its chest but feeling nothing. "No, no wait, pl-!"\n\nThen you throw your head back, thumping it against the mirror and crying out as both invisible mutant members shove into you, violating your pussy and ass just like the last one, this time twisting your trembling, quivering holes into even more profane, bestial shapes. You grit your teeth and roll your eyes again, clinging to the edge of the counter with both hands as you're driven against it by nothing. You look down at yourself, now actually able to see your pussy gaping open and the bulge in your belly as it moves, all the little shifts and spurts of your physically needy little bitch-hole as it accepts its abuse gladly whether you want it to or not. You can feel all the little prodding bumps of the flare-tipped prick stroking the insides of your virgin ass, overstimulating what should be pain into pleasure as you writhe and buck.\n\nThen movement out of the corner of your eye yanks your gaze over, catching a glimpse of the gargoyle... either the same one or another... leaping forward and towards you. You whip your head forward again as you feel the heavy thump on your belly, driving out the last of the first monster's insubstantial, invisible load around your re-gaped pussy. You stare as your shirt just seems to spontaneously rip from the collar down, baring your tits and then falling away to the sides completely. Small impish fingerprints and indentations appear in the yielding flesh of your B-cups as they're kneaded roughly by those unseen, otherwise unfelt hands, and then they're pressed together, the middle indenting slightly around an invisible prick.\n\nThis time you have little choice but to watch yourself being raped by nothing, the bulge appearing in your now bare belly, pushed even further upward and made more prominent by the other invisible prick violating your ass. Your tits continue to be squeezed and kneaded all on their own, the impact of an occasional slap appearing on the side of one, all of it leaving you crying out and bucking and twisting in the otherwise silent confines. You can feel the faint impact of the monster's knots against both your stretched, abused holes, as well as see your pussylips yielding to the invisible strike of it. Your face and neck and tits keep accumulating more of that faint feeling of wetness and gooiness as the gargoyle apparently cum all over you repeatedly while invisibly raping your pert teenage tits.\n\nYour eyes roll and your teeth clench hard again as those knots abruptly cram themselves inside you, though something makes you yank your gaze back down again just in time to see the effect of the knot swelling just inside your entrance, your pussy gaping obscenely wide all on its own, your legs twitching and shuddering where they're forced to float in the air as your belly again swells and rounds out from absolutely nothing. You feel a thickness in your throat, and can't help but cough and splutter, your tongue lolling out as it feels like something gushes past your lips but doesn't.\n\nYou give a low whimper as, after several minutes, the knots are forcibly pulled from your stretched and abused holes, leaving them still wide and gaping. The feeling of weight leaves your stomach and chest, your breasts settling back into their normal shape and hang. Then you feel something under your arms, hauling you up and turning you around.\n\nYou're not sure what to be more alarmed and terrified by... the fact that in reality you're just floating in midair, your arms lifted slightly and lower body dangling helplessly... or that in the mirror you can see the absolute mess the monsters have made of you, your upper body from the tits up almost completely coated in cum, much of it pooling and dribbling in and out of your mouth, your lower body similarly coated and gushing thick plops of it out of both stretched and abused holes... or that you're being held up by an even worse monster, a gleaming, wet-looking gray-black thing that's almost the same top and bottom, four long, boneless rubbery limbs ending in four grippers, the upturned pair of which it's using you with, and at top and bottom from between those a long, quivering, dripping tube with an open end. And before you even have a chance to start picking between the three or do more than instinctively scream, the upper tube descends over your head.\n\nThough you can feel its tight, squeezing confines close around your face and the rest of your head, its invisibility means that there's nothing to keep you from seeing it actually engulfing you in the reflection, your face vaguely outlined in its suctioning tube, mouth open in horror. You flail and thrash, but of course can't even touch the creature holding you though it can touch you, resulting in the image of you feebly slapping at its limbs and tube as it suckjobs your entire head. The lower tube swings upward as well, and then latches onto your gaping, cum-soaked pussy. You can feel it starting to suck hard, and by turning your eyes downward along your floating body see your stomach gradually flattening again, and thereby have a view of your pussy slowly bulging up and inflating as it's sucked, turning darker and pinker and glistening from the gulping of the invisible tube between your kicking and struggling legs.\n\nYou thrash and scream and cum repeatedly as the suckbeast gulps at you, your mouth kept forced open in a soundless scream by the pressure of the phantom leechcreature's intangible flesh pressing into your mouth and keeping it held. You can toss your head around, always seeing it moving in the confines of that long pulsating flesh-tube, able to get views of yourself floating or your pussy reacting to being invisibly pumped and sucked, turning fatter and more sensitive, almost gleaming purple in the dim bathroom light, gushing repeatedly onto the floor in reality and the suck-tube pulsating in silent glee as it sucks it up in the reflection. Then you see that, although the creature doesn't release your head, it does turn loose your pussy, that fleshy tube dropping away, the pulsating opening almost seeming to gasp and tremble not unlike your cunt was doing at about the same time.\n\nThen it crams the tube inside you instead, your suction-sensitized and plumped pussylips gaping wide open again, quivering and wobbling as the creature starts fucking you more like its fellows did, albeit its tube writhing and bucking and twisting far more like its own living thing. Looking down leaves you with a view of your stomach bulging and twisting around nothing, looking forward leaves you with a view of your head still engulfed and your legs spread wide around the pumping leech-tube of the monster. It lets go of its hold on your arms, and you finally submit and go limp, your own limbs dangling limply as you're held up entirely by its suction on your head and the thrusts of its lower tube into your cunt.\n\nUntil you're abruptly dropped, given only the faintest warning of seeing the reflection of the monster open its top tube and let you free before you collapse to the floor, sprawling insensate and twitching as you feel the phantom suck-tube pulling out of you. Then you're being hauled up into the air again, whimpering pathetically... ohgod, there's more? How long are they going to rape you for? ... Forever? Your arms and legs stretch out into an uneven X as you hover above the floor, and as you look in the mirror you see the spidery monster that originally stood in the doorway putting the finishing touches on long, dripping, gooey strands of white webbing dangling you from the ceiling in that position. You're at a sort of angle to the mirror, meaning that you have both a view of the spiderthing moving forward and thrusting its long, dripping proboscus of a prick into your pussy, and can look down and see your pumped purple pussy pulsating around nothing.\n\nThen your head is yanked downward again, bringing your view back to the mirror. The almost-skeleton thing is back again, this time shoving its huge cock against your lips. Your mouth is forced open, your view once more unimpeded from the monster's body, but the angle you're at meaning that you can see in the reflection the bumpy, disgusting, almost tumorous green thing that it's forcing into your mouth, and the way your throat bulges up obscenely around it. You writhe and twist and cum as you hang suspended in the air, once more being raped from both ends by nothing, the sounds of you quagging and gulping and sucking the empty air and your pussy plapping and thwupping lewdly in its overinflated state the only things in the room.\n\nEach of the other monsters takes a turn raping your face while the spider takes its time with your well-used, pumped-up cunt, all but the leech-thing, which leans over you and fastens both of its tubes around your tits, sucking them hard and making them bulge out and darken to pink as well from it. You can even faintly see, past the things, the gargoyle taking a moment to thrust your panties into one of the toilets and flush it, the sound of the toilet the only actual reality of its motions, though soon the dribbling of water hitting the tile joins it. It's out of sight of the mirror, but you can also see your jeans being torn to pieces, right through the beastcreature currently fucking your throat, its barbs rubbing along your inside as its flare bulges you out even more, along with the phantom feel of its other cock bumping along your chin and spurting spectral cum onto your hard-sucked tits. Your belly bulges and wobbles, inflating more and more as load after load is dumped into you from both ends.\n\n\n<i>b̸̨̹̱̯̭͍̭̣̺̪̱̮̈̅͝͝b̴͉͙̩̬͇͉̠̎͌̃́̄̓̾̿̍̈́͐̀̊̅̂͝u̴̢̧̧̧͍̜̹̹̘̼̮̠̖̠͚̎̄̽̇́̈́̍̓̂̅̀̆̐̾̕͜͝͠ŭ̸̻̖̀͛̋̅͆͛͐͂̂̈́̕Ụ̸̱̭̮̭͎̼͙̋̄̏̓͂͘͝ư̴̧̦̘͖̫̱͛̔͗̊̔̎͘͠͝͝ư̶̫̝͔̗͔̩͍̯̈́́̐̉͋̈́͜ͅu̸͔̻͖̦̖̤̱̩̺̣̲̳̹͈̹̞̽̊͜Ụ̸͈̥̒̉u̷̧̼̘̙̥͓̘͉̇̈́̀̅͠͝u̷̧͖̥̳͔̟̥͚̩̯̩̮͒̃̔̿͊̊͊͌͘͘Ò̷̮͇̹̭̟͉̠͕̳̤̖̼̟͙͂̆̑́̆̑ō̶͈̝̟͍̠͓̇̇̆̆̍͆̏͗̅͆͂̆̚͝͝͝ǫ̶̹̲͕͇͓͍͕͎̞̓̿̿͗̋̊͂̅̊͋̓̚o̷̢͍͎̝̫̙̖̰͕͇̪̦͈̦̦͐̂̍́͒̓̈́̄͋̅̚̕͜͠Ǫ̸̥̗͔͍̭̯̔̈́̍̊̅̾͑͐̀̕̕͝͠͝͝Ò̶̧̢͙̯̯͙͓̬̺̙̒̀̑̀͐̀̓͜Ǫ̵̝̙̟͖̣̯̳̘̿͛̑̑̈́̀̐͆̃̿̏͑̑̅͜͝ŏ̶̢̢̧͍̯̪̟̩̝̪͍̭̮͖̽͒͛̇̕͠o̵̢̻͕͔̥͈̫̭͊̆͋́͐͌̃̇́͘͜͠͝ô̵̡̢̢̢̙̗̞̦͔͚̮̬̜̩̹͔͋̉̒̽́̅̇͝n̵͓͖̺̖̰̠̖͍̮̞̤̰̤̥͋̇̌̓͝ͅg</i>\n\n\nYou abruptly drop to the floor, hitting with a thump and a splash in the toilet water leaked from the overflowing one. You lay there stunned and twitching, not really able to process what happened, or that you're abruptly not feeling any of the creatures touching or holding you again.\n\n\n<i>ḅ̸̏̅̋ǘ̷̡̧̢͉̝̭̫͖̪̝̱̖̮͎͈̒͘̕ͅͅƯ̴͚̻̝͉̳͕̜͈͚̻̻͇̰͉̩̽̀̄̑̒͛̓̆̽̅͊͐̂͘͝͠u̵͈̪̓́͆͐͐͆͝ư̶̧̢̗̗̝̟̰̩͈̟͖͍͕̎̊̀̒̾̕͜͝ͅo̸̧̢͈̤̼̼̖̲͒̇̏ͅǫ̵̞̣̩͇͇͇̺̰̱̖̝̫͍͛̑̒͂̏̏͌o̴̧͇̪̠̰̪̥͇̮͕̘̦͉̹̤̬͊̉́̂͋̊́͛̅̌̑͌͌̚Ớ̵͍̝̞̠͕͎̦̲͔̂̊̽̀̒̀͝ơ̵̫̠̻̖̺̭̗̬͚͔͓̖̲̖̭͊̀õ̵̧̗̪̘̰̪͗͒̓̿̓̍̀̒͘̚̚͠͠͝͠ǫ̴̳̗̀̿̀̔͒̚ͅǪ̴̢͓͔̩̥͇̬̦͎͓͎̮̓̒͛͊Ṏ̵̟́̐̎͛̒O̷̡̧͚̲̥̥̙̳̥͕̱̺̔͆͑̒̅̋Ǫ̸̼̱̿̾͛͊̎̐̽̋̈́̀͗͛͋̌o̵̲̪̣͖̬̾͛͑͒̈̃͐̓̓̎̒̈́̇͌̕͠ͅǫ̵̡̝͍̺̤̈́́͑̃̀͊̓̓͒̀̾́̓͑̋̀o̶̡̳̯̮̥̣̬̺̒͆̿̿̀͊̀͠nng</i>\n\n\nYou can feel your stomach gradually deflating, flattening out as if the spunk that had filled it were evaporating rather than spilling out of you.\n\n\n<i>b̷̢̛͖͚̈́̆̏̓̃́̈́̓̑͘͝͝ͅb̷̝̥̣̼̭̣̹̖̎̉̐͐͋̏͌̏̊̅̚͜͝U̵̪̹̣̳͙̒̀͊̓̒͌̓̿̈́Ǘ̵̢͓̟̟̺͚̥̞̙̩͈̯̠͇̺̘̎̉͐̈́͆̈̆̓Ǘ̷̲̱̋̄͋̔̑̊ȗ̶͚̭̮̻̘̺̙̮̈́͂͋̉̀͒̇̑̇̚͜͝u̶̢̪͗̃͂̌̏̕̚͠Ṷ̵̼̣̦͓̘͎͈̥̐̋͂Ǒ̷̡̤̲͍̾̿̃͋̃̕͜o̶̙̯͖͚̤̖͎͌͌̉̈̓̑ò̸̡̤̥̠͙͈̿͗͐̒͒̽͜ȍ̵͍̦̫͌́͐̇̅̽̄̊́͌̄̊̇̕̚͝o̶̢̼̜̪̼͇̩̝̠̤̪͚̖̖̱̊̂O̴̼̮̯̯̙̠̠̮͌̔̀̈́̕̚͘o̸̢̺̱̺͉͕̤̱͉̰̥̱̪̣̜̬͙̍͑̋͌͗̈́̂̈Oonnng</i>\n\n\nThe darkening of your tits and pussy fade somewhat, though both remain plumped-up as if having been suctioned. You twitch, feeling the steady flow of the slightly odorous but mostly clean-seeming water sliding under you, but nothing more.\n\n\n<i>b̴̢̧̨̡̻̹̝̫̬̪̱͉̤̹̬̝͗̏́͐͑͊̊̐̒̏̄̎̊̾̍̅͒͜Ų̴͈̩͚̞̗̑́̎͒̓̀̄̈́̏̃̃́̎̉̑̈́͠ų̴̢̹̲̼̖͕͎̣͇̼̻͙̯͚̳̾̈̅͂͒̆̃̆̈́͊̀̍̒͘̕̚ǘ̵̡͓͖̲̪̹̪̲̼̪̠̩͈̜͂̃͑͝Ų̷̡͓̖̜̤̥͇͖͙̣̫͇̰̟̳̄͘Ṳ̷̡̝͉̯̲̟̖̞͈̲͍͖̦̺̲̋̑̓ṳ̴̡̨̢̦̼̭̼̠̟͖̖̱̣̳̼̍̆̆̆̉̄͌̎́̈́͛͛͗̉͘ͅu̸̖̻̺̇̑̈́͛̎͋͒͗̂̚ủ̶̡͕̪͇̗͍͚̟̎̒̑͂͒̌̒̔͜ͅų̸͕̜͓͖̣͇̩͈̤̮̤͇͊̿̈́͋̐͜o̷̧̫̳͍͓̩̮̔́̉͗͒͊̓̇̉̀́̕̚̚͝ơ̴̲̟͎͚͚̎̎̓̊̌̈́̃o̵̧̡̼̖̰̱̞̮͖͗͋́̍̋̈̍͘͘͜Ō̶͍̬̭̲̗̟̉́̈́́̄̅̈́̓͌ͅO̶̧̰̳̻̮̗͓̰̳͙̻͎͇͐̅̀͆͑̀̇͋̑̎͑͆͝͠ͅơ̷̢̫͉͖͍̟̫̰̮̽̏͗̄̒̑́̓͊̚͝o̵̖͙̮͂̂̄̓̌͐̅̋̀́̐̏͘͠͝͝oooOong</i>\n\n<i>b̷̺̪̘̱̮͚͙͈̞̟̮̝̕͜ͅų̵̛̩̼̺̹̺͇̥̘̜͇̼͚̖̳̀͛̏̓̓͆̾̄͘̕͜͝ų̶̝͍̥̗̈́̈́͆̄͋̇́͋̈́̇͜͝͠Ű̴̡̧̧̱̥̩͔̞̝̬̗̖̗̌͒͛̎͛̎̐̄̎̕͠͠Ų̷̢̢͉̭̹̲͇͉͔̫̦̳̱͇͑͆̆́̔̈͛̅̀̊̚͝ṷ̵̧̟̑̀ͅư̸̱̄̍̂̇̑̀̔̇̈́̑͆̿̚̕͜͝͝ṳ̵͓͙̮̰̠̯̳͉͎̟̚͜͠uuUuoOooooOoong</i>\n\n<i>b̮uuuuuuuooooooooOOoong</i>\n\n\n... Silence.\n\nAfter a minute you slowly stagger to your feet. You feel exhausted, sore, and thoroughly worked-over. Your whole back side and your hair is dripping. But other than your breasts and pussy being swollen... you just see yourself, and the normal bathroom in the mirror. You look around... yeah, your jeans are actually ripped up. So's your shirt... you didn't even notice when it was pulled off of you, but it's been ripped entirely in half and shoved in different urinals. The toilet still dribbling water onto the tile is testament to the reality of your panties having been flushed. But other than that... not a single bit of evidence as to what happened. You just stare into the mirror for long moments with rather glassy eyes, then stagger over and pick up your cell phone from the bag. The screen has been broken, but it still works as you click it on.\n\n12:03 AM.\n\nA not-entirely-sane laugh bubbles up in your throat, some of it spilling out before you cough and manage to get a hold on it. Still feeling... not quite right... you stare at the screen, then at the door.\n\n<hr>\n[[Just leave.|GGUL1x9b]]\n\n[[Call someone.|GGUL1x9a]]

"Let's not jump right to disturbing this guy," you suggest. "Like you said, he might stop updating entirely, or take the site down or something, if he's worried that someone's going to pester him or try to discredit him."\n\n"Yes, I kind of thought as much too. For now I think we ought to just use the site to try and find more alien creatures, to... document them," she says, clearing her throat. "Taking a few more precautions than last time. Obviously."\n\nClearing your own throat and glancing at the video, you echo, "Obviously." Then you shrug. "So, got any thoughts?"\n\n"Well I looked at the site and I think there are three good options!" she says, thankfully minimizing the tentacle porn staring her and yourself (at least on one screen) to show the site. "One is that there's been a sighting of shaggy creatures out in the woods, walking erect and leaving large footprints!"\n\n"So... Sasquatch," you say with a shrug. "We get Bigfoot sightings around here every so often, sure."\n\n"But this is on the alien nursery site! Supposedly these creatures have been seen wearing at least some sort of belts or sashes, and they're not as big as other Sasquatch sightings. Perhaps these are something different... or maybe they're juveniles out and about on Earth experiencing some authentic wildlife!" Rina's pink eyes sparkle. "Maybe Bigfoot will be a good example after all!"\n\nOkay you kind of admit that was super cute. Still, despite your recent education that cryptids may be very real, you feel a little silly going on a legit Bigfoot hunt, so you ask, "What else is there?"\n\n"Dinosaur sightings!"\n\n"Dinosaur sightings."\n\n"<i>Space</i> dinosaur sightings!" Rina adds, eyes glittering again.\n\n"Hokay. Space dinosaurs. ... Anything else?"\n\n"Supposedly in about a week, the stars will be in alignment for a once-a-decade visit by an advanced alien race that comes here for some sort of ritual or religious observance, and may even take people back with them!" Rina clicks a few times, bringing up images of what do look very much like authentic old carvings in several different styles, including one you recognize from the local history museum's display of Deviloka native art. Though after leaning close and squinting a bit at the heads of the apparent 'gods from the stars', you raise your eyebrows.\n\n"Space elves?"\n\n"<i>Space elves</i>!" Rina positively squeals.\n\nWell. She's your boss, and kinda-sorta your friend at this point, and she's super excited. So you don't wanna squash her parade. ... Besides, as noted, at this point who knows which of this stuff might be real? You might actually get to see bigfoot, or dinosaurs, or space elves. So, which would you rather see more?\n\n<hr>\n[[Sasquatch.|GGRA]]\n\n[[Space dinos.|GGRA]]\n\n[[Spehs elfu.|GGRA]]

Trying desperately to force your brain to work through the shuddery little aftershock orgasms, you managed to murmur, "N-... no, she... no."\n\nLeslie sighs a bit at that, standing up and tucking her cock away, the front of her shorts quickly becoming as flat as ever. "Well, that's a shame, but I guess I'll believe you on that one. C'mon, then, Cyan, let's go!"\n\nAfter another few moments you manage to push yourself up, hauling up your jeans and panties, managing to get them back into place... and feeling your panties almost instantly plaster themselves to your pussy with the mixture of girlcum and... whatever Leslie pumped into you. You get your legs steady under you, then follow her back upstairs, still feeling a little disconnected from reality.\n\n"Hey, you girls finally got ba-" Jack starts, then blinks. "Hey, are you two okay?"\n\n"Huh?" you almost squeak, terrified for a moment that he'll somehow notice that the person next to you isn't actually a person per se.\n\n"You look all flushed and mussed up, Cyan," Kev says with a concerned frown. "Leslie, are your clothes torn?"\n\n"We were coming back upstairs from the basement and I fell down some of 'em like a klutz," Leslie says in a perfect sheepish tone, shrugging. "Cyan just freaked a little rushing over to me is all. We're fine though."\n\n"Huh, long as you're okay." Jack proffers a beer from the cooler, which Leslie accepts with a little happy sound, flopping down with the boys as she cracks it open.\n\n"Well, c'mon," she urges lightly, though she flashes you just a bit of a smirk before she takes a sip of the beer.\n\n"..." After a moment you settle down on the floor with the others, trying to listen to the boys' account of their wanderings around the house. Eventually the conversation becomes so normal, with Leslie chatting the same as she ever did... of course, every time you're tempted to forget, some slight shift will let you feel your sticky, cum-smeared panties rubbing against you and break the illusion.\n\nSeveral hours later the four of you depart, Jack and Kev carrying the cooler. A few blocks from home they depart on their own way, leaving you with Leslie, who walks along humming cheerfully. A few streets later, she abruptly tugs you over off of the sidewalk and into a not particularly dark pool of shadows, pushing you down into a squat and once again fishing out her cock, this time urging it between your lips, and taking little time in pushing it down your throat. You fight not to be too loud about gagging and quagging around her prick as she rapes your mouth... and before you realize it you have one hand stuck between your legs, rubbing at your sodden pussy through your jeans. Before she finally pulls out and spills all over your lower face and shirt, grinning and bidding you a cheerful goodnight before heading off home.\n\nAnd so the next few weeks of summer vacation go. You try to go about your normal life and not think about Leslie and what happened too much... except that, of course, you keep bumping into her. Not unusual, since she seems to be keeping to the promise of acting like the real thing, so you wind up in the same places at the same time a lot, especially if it's meeting up with friends. And it always winds up the same, with her tugging you off somewhere at some point, and resulting in scenes like you bent over a toilet while Leslie rapes your ass with her fat prick and you cum your brains out from it.\n\nIt's around the middle of summer when you hear your phone ring, and wince at the ringtone. Picking it up and sourly confirming the contact name on the screen, you finally hit 'Accept' and bring the phone to your ear. "What now?" you ask in an annoyed tone.\n\n"Geez, maybe I should have made you promise to act like Cyan, if that's how you're going to act when a friend calls," Leslie answers in a faux-offended tone.\n\n"I think we both know you're not actually my friend, so what do you want?"\n\n"Mm, well, I guess not. Really you're my rapetoy after all," Leslie's voice answers with a snicker. "Speaking of which, I haven't seen you in almost four days. Come over so I can fuck your ass and then make you blow me for an hour or two."\n\n<hr>\n[[... Fine.|GGHH]]\n\n[[No.|GGHH10x5]]

Eventually you can't hold back the draconic urges roaring inside you anymore. Growling lowly, you direct your armor to shift away from your crotch, letting your body form the cock it desperately wants to use to violate your helpless prey. Your crotch shifts, growing a leathery black sack that hangs heavy below a slit from which extends a cock... long, almost steaming hot, a deep red and practically dripping with moisture, the tip pointed, the upper and lower parts ridged with back-angled bumps not unlike the dorsal spines of the dragon whose member it must be modeled after.\n\nThe Drow girl gives a little shriek of surprise and fear as she feels it rubbing against her, then screams muffledly into your hand as you thrust up, the pointed tip of your prick tearing through the crotch of her panties and plunging deep into her pussy from the very first thrust. You hiss smugly in her ear as you begin pumping your hips, fucking into her roughly from the word go, working your body against hers and letting your tits press against her own back even as hers are rubbed and squashed against the wall by your thrusts. She cries and whimpers against your fingers, but gradually something like moans start to slip through them... you can feel more moisture around your prick than just its own natural slickness could account for, and feel her squeezing around you. Figures dragon cocks would be designed to stimulate females they raped into enjoying themselves, wouldn't it?\n\nSmirking, you even drag your tongue up the side of her neck, making her shiver as you pound into her. "Yes, like that dragon cock, don't you, bitch?" you hiss right in one of her long, backswept ears, seeing her shiver again at the words and give another protesting moan. You shift your stance and start thrusting into her faster, actually lifting her up off her feet a bit, leaving her even more completely at your mercy as you pump into her increasingly eager cunt even as she tries to shake her head in denial. You let your hips slap against her ass beneath her now bunched-up skirt as you start really putting more strength into it, making her cry out and, by the feel of it, cum a little with every thrust.\n\nA large part of you wants to impregnate her, breed her, make her big and round with your children, turn her into an egg factory. The other part urges you not to... no longer because of morality, that part of you has faded away in the feel of unwilling but very eager Drow pussy around your prick. No, it says she's not worthy to bear your spawn, you can do better, make stronger children... and thus servants... elsewhere.\n\n<hr>\n[[Knock her up.|BlackDra1x3]]\n\n[[Don't.|BlackDra]]

No, you have a bitch on your cock, you need to <i>breed</i>. A deep, rumbling growl builds in your chest as you shift your cock to be longer, your balls bigger, your heavy black sack swaying more as you pound deeper into the Drow, her cries and moans growing more strident as she can feel herself being violated even deeper, her innermost barriers pushed open, your cock pressing right into her womb itself in order to deliver its load. And with a soft, muffled yowl through your gritted teeth you begin doing just that, pumping thick, slimy, incredibly hot draconic seed into her. The Drow's eyes roll up in her head, her body shaking in a mixture of terror and pleasure as she feels herself being filled, some part in the back of her brain almost certainly knowing she's being impregnated, especially since her formerly flat belly begins to bulge somewhat beneath her tunic.\n\nAfter a few moments you judge that she's barely conscious, so step back, letting go of her mouth and arms and slipping out of her, your ridged draconic cock sliding out of her midnight blue-lipped cunt amidst a gush of white as you let her topple to the floor of the alleyway, seemingly insensate and twitching a bit as she winds up on her knees with her ass in the air, baring a bubble butt barely covered by ripped purple silk panties, her pussy dribbling cum down her thighs and onto the cobblestones. You watch her thoughtfully as you retract your cock back into your body and shift yourself back to fully female, covering yourself in your shadowy armor again. Hm, now what to do with your thoroughly-fucked little victim...?\n\n<hr>\n[[Carry her off.|BlackDra]]\n\n[[Leave her.|BlackDra]]\n\n[[Use Dominate Person.|BlackDra]]

Letting yourself succumb to the urges, you wait until she's just moving past the alley to leap forward, quickly slapping one of your hands over her mouth and the other around her middle, pinning her arms to her sides as you yank her back into the dark alleyway. She's only able to give a very muffled yell as you haul her back into the darkness, your body apparently operating on its own reflexes as you shove her up against the wall, her breasts pillowing against the brick as you shift your grip, your somewhat larger hands able to hold her arms pressed behind her back while you keep muffling her with the other hand.\n\nYou realize you're pressed up behind her, and that her ass is rubbing against your hips and crotch as she squirms and tries to bite at your hand (sorry, scales are too tough). You're suddenly given a very good idea of one reason you wanted to pull her in here, heat rushing through your veins, suddenly very aware of her scent and body. Yeah, seems like the dragon part of you would really like to try some breeding... and with the innate shapeshifting ability you recall black half dragons as having, you could do it.\n\nYou war with yourself in your mind, years of your own personality fighting against new, powerful genetic urges that operate on a level impossible in the world you knew. At some point you convince yourself you could find a middle road, and maybe just rob her, at least it's another option...\n\n<hr>\n[[Talk to her.|BlackDra]]\n\n[[Mug her.|BlackDra]]\n\n[[Rape her.|BlackDra1x2]]

The owner and maintainer of the house where you were summoned... and nominal mortal contact for all the manner of unearthly creatures and beings that either make it home, manifest via it, or call it their prison. Shandor is a worshiper of Evil... essentially in all its forms, no matter what they may take. While not exactly devoted to <i>you</i>, therefore, you have little doubt he'll be a loyal and slavish servant who will give you whatever you ask once he realizes that a literal physical embodiment of wickedness and dark desire is standing in front of him. A generalist devotee of Evil is, after all, most likely just waiting for the highest and most immediate bidder. You'll go and see him tomorrow.\n\nThe next day you set out, having donned the standard sort of the mortal's garb, but not bothering with any of the underwear. You arrive at Shandor's house and knock at the door, and a moment later a mortal girl about your host's own age answers. She has tan skin and pretty auburn hair that comes down to several inches below her shoulders, as well as lovely green eyes. "Yes...?" she asks, looking curious.\n\n"Hi! I was here last night, for the haunted house thing?" you say in a chipper tone. "I kind of wanted to talk to Mr. Shandor about whether it would be okay to do a party there sometime, is he here...?"\n\n"Oh, yeah, sure. Step inside, I guess," the girl says, stepping back and gesturing you in.\n\nYou didn't particularly need the invitation per se, but it does always help. You step in and follow her through the entryway and into the living room where the viewing was hosted the other night. Today a pale woman with red hair and green eyes is sitting in one of the recliners reading a book, and glances up at you as the girl heads up the stairs calling "Dad!". "Oh, hello. Was something wrong with the house stay...?" she asks with a small, polite frown.\n\n"No no, everything went great," you reply with a bright grin. "That's actually why I'm here. Oh, hey Mister Shandor!" you chirp as he and the girl come down the stairs. He's obviously at least twenty years his wife's senior, coppery brown face lined and hair a steely gray, though he otherwise seems relatively fit. \n\n"I don't really allow parties, too many people can be-" he starts to say gruffly. But as you look right at him and briefly let your eyes shift to their black-scleraed, yellow-irised true color, he trails off, stopping where he's standing and simply opening and closing his mouth a few times.\n\n"Oh man, I know, you're probably afraid of us trashing the joint, right?" you continue in the same bright, cheerful tone as before, changing your eyes back before his wife or daughter can look at you. "My friends really aren't like that though, we're not the 'mosh pits and broken windows' sort of teenagers, I promise."\n\n"Ah, yes, well... well, we can at least talk about it," he says, gesturing to the stairs. "Please join me in my study."\n\n"Sure!" you chirp, trotting after him as he heads up. He steps into the large, dimly-lit room lined with bookshelves, parts of which have been sectioned off with glass to serve as display cases. As he closes the door behind you, you let your eyes shift back, as well as nudging out your horns and allowing the puny mortal fingernails to turn back into black claws. Nothing you can't shift back on a moment's notice, just in case. You stroll around the room, eyeing some of his display pieces... a few authentic items of power, mostly replicas. You grin a little smugly as you feel his gaze locked on you, and glance over your shoulder at him. "You really do have quite the beauty of a wife. How did you land such a creature when you were... what, forty-five? Fifty?"\n\n"She was part of the occultist circles I travel in. The readings of the stars and the black water said we were a match, so... we were."\n\n"Oh, she knows then? And the pretty teenage daughter too?"\n\n"They... Jessica and Jaya... have vague ideas. They know I am intensely interested in the supernatural and the occult, and share those interests and desire to touch the dark and infernal. But... that it is very real, that they do not know."\n\nStopping in front of the desk, you take a slow turn towards him and flash your fangs in a smile, watching the slight widening of his eyes. "Nervous, Evan?"\n\n"I... perhaps a little, my... mistress," he says, before finally settling onto his knees and bowing down until his forehead touches the floor. "Forgive me for my improper welcome."\n\n"It's fine. This girl wasn't much on propriety and I had to base myself on something," you answer as you hop up to sit on the edge of the desk, swaying your feet as you look at him. "Just so long as you understand... I'm the one that's here. I'm the one that's got a plan and the power. We're going to do Evil my way from now on, understood?"\n\n"Yes. Yes, of course, Mistress."\n\n"Then stand up." You reach out to pluck up a glass ball paperweight with several miniature ceramic skulls in it... ah, no, your mistake, actual fairy skulls. You toss it up and down and roll it in your hand idly as you watch your sponsor-turned-servant rising to his feet. "Now. First things first. For these plans, the first thing I'm going to need is..."\n\n<hr>\n[["The house."|GGHH]]\n\n[["You."|GGHH]]\n\n[["Your wife and daughter."|GGHH28x2]]

Actually, you know who'd like this shirt. Grinning, you pick up your phone and text your friend Dean. <i>Hey, I picked up something you'd probably like at the mall.</i>\n\n<i>Oh yeah? :o\n\nYeah. I'll bring it by.\nWait is your mom home?'\n\nNo she's out, you're safe.</i>\n\nSnorting a little, you toss the receipt before putting the shirt back in the bag and heading out. Your question wasn't due to having any lewd designs... not that Dean is altogether unworthy of such designs, you actually find him super cute. Just that he's never made a move on you, and you've always figured that if you made a move on him he might be so shocked he'd have a heart attack. You'd been in a D&D group with him for six months before he was comfortable talking directly to you, but after he got over that he became a pretty good friend, if still often cripplingly shy. It being a blessing that his mother isn't home comes more from her being <i>severely</i> overprotective and assuming any girl (AKA hussy) coming through the door must have designs on him, leading to her lurking around on the periphery or barging into the room every few minutes, which is annoying to say the least. Soon you're hitting the doorbell of Dean's house, and the door is opening only a few seconds later. You're not surprised to see Dean wearing a hoodie, his mother is going through The Change and tends to keep the house frosty at all times, and he's not the sort to touch the thermostat. He's shorter than you, with pale platinum hair and grey eyes, giving him a slightly monotone look with the black hoodie. Grinning, you hold up the bag. "I come bearing gifts!"\n\n"A-aw." He grins shyly and actually brushes a fingertip at his cheek while glancing down... dang, he really is adorable, shame about the confidence. "Thanks, Cyan, you really didn't have to. I could p-"\n\n<img src="images/Dean.jpg">\n\n"Nah, forget about it, I got it on a whim mostly thinking of you anyway," you explain, stepping inside as he moves to make room for you. The two of you head up to his room, which isn't all that different from yours, except maybe a bit larger and tidier. You pass him the bag, grinning as his face lights up with delight as he pulls the shirt out.\n\n"Oh hey, that's neat! I mean it's super simple but it's still neat!" He holds it up in front of himself, then grins sheepishly. "Maybe I can wear it at a con or something, I definitely can't around here. Mom would ask all sorts of weird questions about 'What's a monster girl?' and all and how do you inspect one."\n\nYou grin ruefully and shake your head. "Man, I'm glad my parents are laid-back art hippies."\n\n"It must be nice," he agrees with a sigh.\n\n"Anyway, try it on, make sure it at least kind of fits."\n\n"Ah, r-right. ... Um, could you...?"\n\nYou resist the urge to roll your eyes and instead just turn around. Honestly, what's he worried about? It's not like he's got any gross scars or poochy bits, you've seen him in a wet white t-shirt. You can hear movement and the shuffle of cloth, and at Dean's 'there' turn around, looking him over. "Fits decent," you declare. It's a bit baggy on him but he seems to prefer it that way.\n\n"Yeah. Thanks a ton, Cyan. Heh, it's pretty cool to know a girl who likes stuff like monster girls too," he admits, again bashfully brushing a finger against his cheek. "Ah, last time we talked about them, you said you were kind of moving away from your old favorite monster girl type. What's your new favorite?"\n\n"Oh, right, yeah. My new favorite monster girl is totally-"\n\n<hr>\n[[Minotaur.|GGMon]]\n\n[[Slime.|GGMon]]\n\n[[Succubus.|GGMon2x1]]\n\n[[Lamia.|GGMon1x2]]\n\n[[Zombie.|GGMon]]

"I kinda wanna... wanna..." The more you think of it, the more excited you get, your breath starting to come in heated pants between slightly spread smiling lips, your nipples stiffening. "H-hey Dean, remember we were talking about how lamias 'cuddle' earlier?"\n\n"Er..." His green eyes have gone wide again, face once more starting to go fire engine red. "C-c-c-c-c-c-c-"\n\n"Cuddle," you repeat, your body now veritably quivering in excitement, the tip of your tail twitching so rapidly that if you were a rattlesnake it would sound like white noise. You raise your hands, fingers curled as if to grab him covetously, even as he squeaks at you once more revealing your pussy. "I just... I reeeally wanna wrap you up in my tail, and squeeze you gently and hold you close! Ahhhh, actually," you continue, bringing your hands to your cheeks, your eyes sparkling with desire. "Actually it'd be way better if we did it while you were naked! C'mon, Dean, let's strip down so I can wrap you up!"\n\n"Cyan! W-w-weeEEEEE can't!" he yelps, clapping a hand over his eyes again as you peel your stretched shirt off, your enhanced tits dropping to wobble heavily as you toss it aside. "You've gotta come to your senses! We can't do that, think of all the trouble we'd get into, we've gotta be thinking about how to turn you baaaack!"\n\n<hr>\n[["... oh, yeah, right."|GGMon]]\n\n[["Pleeeeeeeeeeease please pleeeease?!"|GGMon]]\n\n[["... Heheh, I can change your mi~nd!"|GGMon]]

"Probably jumping on the train a little late, but it's definitely lamias," you muse aloud, tapping your chin. "Something about a snake girl is definitely cute, especially her 'cuddling' a guy, it's just kind of-"\n\nYou cut off with a wince as you feel a hard jerk in your leg muscles. It's not quite a cramp, since there's no pain, but you wobble as you almost fall over from it. Dean immediately jerks a bit in place, looking torn between reaching out to help you and worried about how you might take it. "Cyan? Are you okay?"\n\n"Y-yeah, my legs just... NNF!" This time you do go toppling over, thudding to the floor, Dean giving a little cry of dismay as he falls to his knees in front of you, still reaching out without touching. You grit your teeth, now feeling a strange pressure even there in your gums, your tongue arching against the roof of your mouth and twitching, feeling strange and mobile almost out of your control. Your legs kick a few times completely out of your control, and you feel the strange sensation of your feet drawing in on themselves, toes pressing together so tightly it feels like they're merging... which seems to be the case, since your twitching and jerking slides your shoes and socks right off. You groan loudly as your hips expand and round out, starting to stretch the fabric of your jeans along with your ass getting broader, and your legs thicker and more muscular even as their twitches and motions seem to be less guided by their proper bone structure. By the time your jeans rip open at the sides, your skin is revealed as having grown a sheen of brilliantly shiny blue scales, almost gemlike on top in a color that matches your eyes and paler and less shiny color running down the front. Your legs begin to meld together as your legs grow longer and longer, your body flopping over. You reflexively push yourself up on your hands, panting at the strange feeling of your lower body changing... though your upper part apparently isn't immune either, your breasts steadily growing and expanding, stretching your own T-shirt further and lifting it up to bare your belly, which flexes visibly as it takes on more tone.\n\nAll in all it's only a matter of minutes before all the twitching, shuddering, and strange feeling of outright <i>change</i> finishes, and you're left panting, mouth open to show the set of fangs you've grown, the tip of your long cyan-scaled tail flicking back and forth. You slowly raise your head and realize that at some point Dean's gone scrambling backwards and bumped up against the foot of his bed, green eyes wide as he stares at you.\n\n"Cy-... Cyan?" he almost squeaks. \n\n"I mean... yeah," you answer, still a little breathlessly. You look over your shoulder at yourself, finding it far easier to turn your head for some reason, actually having to check yourself before you do a 180 like an owl. Yup, that is... your lower half is definitely very, very snakelike. You give a few experimental attempts to move it and find it's easy enough, and after only a few initial tries manage to coil the back half and lift yourself up on the front half to be more upright again... though the motion causes your newly expanded boobs to wobble and sway. 'Geez, they're bigger than my head!' you think, unable to help lifting your hands up to give them a little heft. 'Guess the lamia on the T-shirt didn't have them just for show.' You look at Dean and notice his face has gone solid red, and drop your hands. "Er, sorry, just... a little out of it, this is so weird."\n\n"U-um, that's, that's one thing, but, but, um, Cyan," he stammers, actually covering his eyes and looking away as he points lower down. \n\nYou look down and... yeah. No good. Nothing but your T-shirt stretched around your chest. Luckily Dean has a mirror in his room, so you turn yourself towards it slightly to see what's got him extra flustered, apparently even moreso than you turning into a lamia. It takes a second, what with you being distracted by the more prominent changes such as the whole tail thing, but then you realize what it is. While the scales start at the top of your hips and go down, the front of your crotch is still mostly human skin along down the front, still forming a thighs together-like indentation... and while your legs and half your clothes were a casualty of your transformation, your pussy is both still there and completely shown off. Blushing a bit yourself now, you put both hands over it, trying to ignore the way your arms wind up squeezing your tits together, your tailtip flicking rapidly in embarrassment.\n\n"What happened?" Dean asks after a second, daring to peak now that you're semi-covered.\n\n"I mean... what <i>happened</i> is obvious, I said I liked lamias and turned into one." You glance down at your new tail again. "Maybe it's got something to do with the shirt? Unless you recently bought any strange snake idols from strange shops? No?" you confirm a bit flatly as he rapidly shakes his head. "Then yeah I mean... crazy as it sounds the shirt seems like the culprit."\n\n"Uh... yikes," Dean almost squeaks again, glancing down at the shirt he's wearing, then up at you. "Oh geez, what are we gonna do? I mean... are you okay? How do you feel?"\n\n"I don't seem to be hurt or anything, I guess," you allow, glancing down at yourself again. You think hard, trying to pay attention to the sensations of your changed body. You definitely don't feel any of the strange twitching weirdness from before, but you do sort of notice feeling a bit different. You feel... kinda-sorta... really...\n\n<hr>\n[[Hungry.|GGMon]]\n\n[[Cuddly.|GGMon1x3]]\n\n[[Submissive.|GGMon]]

You decide that the Japanese school is too interesting an opportunity to pass up. You put a lot of effort into learning Japanese, after all, and you're eager to broaden your horizons beyond more typical teaching jobs. Besides, you're eager to show them that not every American English teacher is just some otaku with a teaching certificate trying to get a free trip! You write back to accept the job offer, then begin the process of getting ready to move overseas. It involves selling the majority of your possessions, and paring down what you intend to take with you to the bare essentials... the job includes housing, but you have a feeling it may be rather more cramped than you're used to. Once you've got your worldly possessions sufficiently streamlined, you have what you're taking shipped and then board a plane for a very, very long flight.\n\nLuckily the flight has internet, or even you might go a bit stir crazy. At one point you check your email and find that there are three people requesting to meet with you essentially as soon as your plane lands. No rest for the jetlagged, eh? Suppressing a sigh, you check over the emails to see who these people are and what they want.\n\nThere's an email from a [[Nobu Matsuhira|HelenJP]]. It's short, blunt, and borders on being an outright demand that you see him as soon as you've landed. A bit of research on the internet determines that he's a wealthy industrialist... and heavy donor to Fakkushiri High. He's also apparently a staunch traditionalist and nationalist... meaning you have to wonder if he wants you to turn up just so he can display his disdain for an American teacher at his school.\n\nThere's also one from a [[Katsuko Kinomoto|HelenJP1x1]]. It's rather longer and considerably more cordial, bordering on flattering, but also requests that you come and see her right off of the plane. A bit of checking into this one reveals that she's also a wealthy donor, albeit her business empire focuses on entertainment... and, if some of the rumor sites are to be believed, "entertainment" with a wink-wink and nudge-nudge. What in the world would such a person have to ask of you...?\n\nThe third one is from, rather more expectedly, the [[principal|HelenJP7x1]] of the school, who wants to welcome you, give you a bit of orientation, and give you a ride to your new apartment. It's pretty standard "hello nice to have you here" sort of stuff that was probably dictated to a secretary, but he apparently will show up himself to meet you and drive you. That's a pretty nice thing for a new boss to do.\n\nSnubbing your new boss to meet with donors isn't exactly kosher, but then neither is ticking off people who help keep the school running, and it doesn't sound like either of them are the sort of people that just hand out rain checks for these sorts of meetings. You'll have to pick who to see when you arrive.

As you're looking Fang over, the memory of the sheer pleasure of last night starts quickly seeping back into your brain... the thoughtless, wanton, animal pleasure of completely indulging yourself... and overcoming any bit of reason. You struggle briefly against it, before part of your brain quips 'Well, you know what they say, the hair of the dog is good for what ails ya.'\n\nAs if a goofy little witticism was all the excuse you really needed, you sink to hands and knees and crawl towards Fang, your breasts swaying beneath you. He shifts in place a little, and you almost think he's already woken up, but instead he simply lolls over partly onto his back, back leg swinging up, displaying his hefty, almost overfull sheath and large furry balls to you, though he still seems to be at least mostly asleep. Still, you take it as the invitation it essentially is, moving over and reaching out to gently cup those big canine orbs and gently heft them, Fang letting out a soft, rumbling noise of pleasure as you do, the dog giving a pleased wiggle as you lean in and press your mouth to his sheath, working your tongue over it. That part of your brain that was yelling at you last night should be a lot louder this morning, but instead it's getting softer and more distant by the moment as you work your lips and tongue over Fang's sheath, his big red cock slowly starting to peek out of the opening of it. You move to settle your mouth over that pointed tip, tonguing around it and around the opening of his sheath as you move your hand to stroking the now slightly damp fur all along it, feeling more and more of him slide out and into your mouth.\n\n'Fuuuuck I love his cock,' you think, shame and hesitation quickly fading as you hear Fang's happy, bestial panting, and seeing his tail wagging across the floor. Because really all you can think about is Fang's cock, how you want it, how you love the feel of it pushing into your mouth and down your throat, how it's all slick and throbbing against your tongue, how hard that knot made you cum when it slipped inside you and made you his bitch. 'That's right, I'm his bitch,' you think dreamily as you wrap a hand around Fang's knot and give it a gentle, almost worshipful squeeze. 'Of course I can only think of cocks since I'm a bitch in heat...'\n\nYou might almost think you were still high and drunk the way that logic flows and has you thinking it makes so much sense, but the thing is you don't want to think at all... you just want to descend back into base, animal pleasure. You slide your mouth down until you can kiss Fang's knot, your throat bulging a bit with the long red spear of his prick, before you slide it out of your mouth. He's fully awake and watching you now, tongue lolled out and what you'd swear is a big smirk on his muzzle as he rolls fully onto his back and spreads his hind legs wide. You doubt you're the first human bitch to wrap your tits around his prick, but you do it anyway, letting your own tongue loll out as you pant in wanton need, shaking your ass in the air as your plumped-up, sodden pussy dribbles down your thighs. You want him to fuck you as hard and happily as possible, after all!\n\nAnd in his own time, when he's decided he's ready, Fang rolls out from under you and rises to his paws. You settle to all fours fully again, quivering with excitement as he moves around behind you. This time his licking seems almost more of a formality, that broad tongue lapping across you really more just taking a taste before he leaps up onto your back, shimmying his hips a bit to get into place before really slamming his already thoroughly stimulated puppy prick into you, making you give a loud, positively canine yip of mingled shock and delight. Then he starts really pounding you, good and hard as you pant and moan and almost growl yourself, your noises starting to become almost as bestial as his as his big canine cock crams itself into your cunt over and over again. \n\n"Well now, isn't this a lovely sight to wake up to, and all before breakfast!" Bellweather declares in an amused tone as he saunters in from the bedroom. He's wearing a dressing robe, but has allowed it to fall open in front, baring his surprisingly firm if obviously portly-shaped body as well as his hard prick, which sways in the air as he walks over to you. You don't hesitate in the slightest at tilting your head and wrapping your mouth around the head of it, muffling your eager moans and yips around his cock as you start sucking and licking at it, letting Fang's thrusts push you forward onto it. For the moment he seems content with that, just smirking down at you and petting your hair as he watches you. Your pussy shudders and squeezes around Fang's cock some at the realization that he's not stroking your hair like a lover or a friend, he's really petting you as if you were a domestic animal and you fucking love it.\n\nAs Fang starts getting more and more heated, his panting and grunts louder and his thrusts faster, Bellweather begins thrusting his cock a bit deeper into your mouth, eventually pushing it down your throat and letting his balls nestle on your chin. But he still doesn't seem to be in any hurry, just stroking lightly, then thrusting in and holding his cock all the way inside as Fang once more slams his knot into you and makes you cum your brains out, watching as your eyes roll and your body shudders. He slides his cock back out and rests it on your face as you give an open-mouthed, brainless smile, your tongue lolling out and your heavy breathing washing over his balls.\n\n"Now my dear, I really think I must keep you," he declares. "Yes, a pretty little thing like you needs to be taken in by a caring owner. What do you say to that, hm?"\n\n<hr>\n[["Fuck yes, I'll serve you forever!"|GGMonkDog]]\n\n[["I'll be your loyal pet!"|GGMonkDog]]\n\n[["Arf!"|GGMonkDog]]

"No, don't!" Lauriel yelps as you announce your intent, shifting your grip from her neck to grab her other hand and twist it behind her back with the first, glowing purple bands appearing wrapped around her forearms to hold her in place.\n\n"Oh, but I gotta, 'cause it's gonna be waaaay tighter for me and a lot more humiliating for you," you declare with a smirk, using your hands to spread her asscheeks apart and reveal her vulnerable pucker. "Man, this thing is just completely perfect, not even a little dark or anything. Could it be? Is the smug elf bitch an anal virgin?" You shift your hips, nudging the flared head of your prick up against her asshole, the bulge at the tip pressing just a little bit into her already spit-shined rosebud. "You like having me lick it for you but I'm betting you've never so much stuck a finger in there, have you? Well get ready, you pointy-eared cunt, 'cause this is a lot bigger than a finger!"\n\n"No! Noooohhhhhhhhh," Lauriel protests, the sound trailing off into a strangled noise as you grip her hips and start pushing relentlessly forward. Her eyes roll up and her teeth clench as you force yourself in, her ass spreading around that flare and practically sucking it inside once you've pushed it past her pucker, more and more of the thick purple pole starting to disappear inside her at the same slow, steady pace. "Nnnnhoooohhh fuck, s-stop, stop," she groans, her body shaking. \n\n"Don't worry elfslut, I have this funny feeling you're gonna love every second of me raping this tight bitch-hole," you declare smugly, remembering the strange sense of pleasure you felt licking and sucking the demoness's similar horsecock and how you came when it got hard. Indeed, you can see Lauriel's skin flushing and her cheeks turning red, the color spreading along her ears. Deciding to test it, you give a shove of your hips forward, forcing a good two inches into her once, and the yowl she gives is definitely a pleasured one as much as a dismay.\n\nBy the time you've sank all the way into her your balls wind up pressed up against a sodden mess of a pussy, your former owner's cunt dripping against your sack. Snorting as that reminds you, you reach up to rip off your collar and toss it aside, before grabbing her hips with both hands and starting to fuck Lauriel without mercy. Your thrusts rock her against the bed, jarring her and making her writhe and twist in the midst of them, her skin soon gleaming with sweat as she yowls and whimpers. Her tits rub against the sheets or press against the mattress, until after a few minutes and feeling at least one squeeze of her stretched ass around your prick that you're pretty sure indicated an orgasm, you grab a fistful of her golden hair and yank back on it, forcing her to rear back her head and lift her body, her tits swaying and wobbling beneath her, sweat dripping down them.\n\n"Say it," you snarl into her ear as you lean forward, your own big purple tits pressing to her back as you keep up the relentless assault on her asshole with your throbbing equine prick. "Say it, you domineering cunt, say you love it!"\n\n"... y-yes..." she gasps out between her moans, her bound hands clenching tightly.\n\n"Say it louder, or I'll stop!"\n\n"YES!" she blurts almost instantly, her normally calculatedly beautiful voice ragged and dripping with whorish need. "Yes, fuck, I love it, I love being raped by you, I love you raping my ass, please, please, keep raping my worthless elf bitch ass!"\n\nThat satisfies you... almost. You need a little more, just a little more to properly punish her for what she did to you... if she likes your cock so much, then-!\n\n<hr>\n[[You'll let her enjoy it forever.|MeanLove]]\n\n[[You'll destroy her ass with it.|MeanLove]]\n\n[[You'll give her more of it than she can handle.|MeanLove]]

Biting back the desire to try and smash the bastard's face in, considering your situation, you even swallow his smirk as he obviously realizes your decision to put up with his molestation. He gives your nipple a quick tweak before finishing up watering the rest of the slaves and hopping down, the door being swung up and closed again.\n\n"Are... are you okay?" the blonde asks quietly, fidgeting.\n\nBiting back the sarcastic response since it looks like she might faint if you snapped at her, you sigh and answer, "Yeah, fine. ... I'm Cyan."\n\n"Um. I'm Kari. I... how did they capture someone like you? You seem so strong... they even bound you more firmly than the rest of us."\n\n"It is a mystery," you mutter sulkily, brooding over your recent life decisions. Your tone seems to dissuade Kari from asking any further questions, and the rest of the day passes in silence. Once it actually seems to be approaching dark, the wagon is pulled to a halt again, and for awhile there's just the distant sounds of camp being prepared. Then the door is opened and more men like the ones from the afternoon appear, literally dragging people out of the wagon. Some whine and whimper, but many others just endure it, and you clamp down on whatever noises you might make so as not to give them the satisfaction as you're hauled down like a sack of potatoes and half-carried half-dragged along with the rest. You're mostly dropped to the ground, while everyone else has an ankle tied tightly and bound to a stake in the ground. For you they just drive the stake through a space in your ankle-ties. Still, at least with a bit of squirming and lurching you can get up and sit on your heels instead of laying on your face in the dirt.\n\nYou're all given some water again and a chunk of hard, dark bread each. The slaver feeding you just smirks and shoves yours in your mouth, leaving you glaring after him and unable to bite down since that would just send the rest tumbling to the ground. Though she looks fearful, after she's eaten Kari leans over and holds the bread for you so you can eat. "Thanks," you murmur once the few mouthfuls of tough bread are down.\n\nShe nods before scooting back to her place and huddling in a little, obviously hoping she won't be punished for her actions. That's probably why she quails a little when the olive-skinned man shows up and strolls around, looking all of you over thoughtfully. Then he rests his hands on his hips and announces, "Tomorrow, we'll arrive at Stanzport. There most of you lot will be hitting the auction block, to be bought for what some poor deluded fool thinks you're actually worth. But since I'm in a generous mood, I've got a very special offer. I have a small handful of buyers that will take whatever slave I suggest to them, so you can actually pick what sort of owner you'll get! Doesn't that sound lovely? And all you have to do is volunteer to be my entertainment for the night! How simple, no? Well, any takers?"\n\nMost of the captured people shrink in on themselves, obviously too frightened to take the slaver's "deal". To your surprise, though, Kari slowly raises her bound hands, one balled up and the other with fingers outstretched. "I... I will," she practically squeaks, obviously more afraid of being sold to some particularly horrible fate than she is of the man who would sell her to it.\n\n<hr>\n[[Keep quiet.|GGMonk7x3]]\n\n[[Take the deal.|GGMonk]]

You wake up in the hospital, one of the only casualties of the City Guard's battle with Model Kit's latest creation. The doctors inform you that with the severe damage to your back and legs, it's highly unlikely your body will ever heal properly and even more unlikely that you'll ever walk again. He actually starts to suggest that amputation would be the wisest course before your dad punches him in the face. It's the most emotion he's ever shown over you and part of the reason you're crying at that point.\n\nMolly visits and spends a long time with her face buried in your bed crying. She keeps saying it's her fault, she should have stayed with you or she should have been there, but you do your best to convince her that it's not at all her fault. It's hard to try and make someone else feel better when you feel so miserable yourself, but she's your friend and in pain. And it's really not her fault, she couldn't have had any way of knowing. Instead you stew over whose fault it really is in your mind, brooding on it just a little bit. You think you're entitled.\n\nAt the end of the day, though, your parents have to leave for their hotel room, Molly has to leave to go home, and you're left with nothing but your ruined lower body and your thoughts.\n\nOne night as you sit up sleeplessly, staring down at your heavily wrapped and splinted legs under the sheets, there's a quiet rushing noise. You look up, then stare at the blue and gold clad form at the foot of your bed. The City Guard's silver cape flutters out to the side a bit in a breeze from the open window. You have to admit that, even with everything that's happened, you're a little awed to be in his presence. This is a man that can fly faster than the speed of sound, tank shells flatten harmlessly against his skin, who can lift floundering boats out of the water one-handed. \n\n"Samantha, I'm so, so sorry." His strong voice is cast softly, guilt and regret shadowing his face and haunting his eyes. "I did my best to protect you, and it wasn't enough."\n\nYou clench your jaw a bit and look down at the mounds in the covers. There's just too many emotions raging around inside you for you to be able to say anything to that.\n\n"I know I've failed you," he continues after a few moments. "Can you ever forgive me?"\n\n<hr>\n[[Forgive him.|FemPalladium1x4]]\n\n[[Never!|FemPalVStart]]

"Ha! As if you would ever-!" Lauriel begins, only to jerk forward as she feels something press against her ass as you begin to picture the impressive equine dong the demoness had earlier. Your skin darkens somewhat as your own matching horse prick grows in, balls dropping to sway heavily beneath it, your tits growing as well as the upward prongs of your horns lengthen. "Get that thing away from me!" the elf shrieks, starting to thrash a bit. "Don't touch me with that filthy disgusting-!" She 'urks' softly as you squeeze around her neck, your fingernails pricking her throat a bit as they lengthen into claws.\n\n"I see, strictly into getting your muff munched by girls, huh? My my, someone is a particular and selfish bitch, aren't they?" you coo, shaking your hips a bit to rub your new prick back and forth across her round ass. "Funny thing, it's usually a pretty bad idea to tell someone who wants to make you miserable what you hate" you add with a snicker, giving a light thrust forward to bump your balls against her bare pussy. "'Cause now I'm gonna enjoy shoving this thing in you more than before!"\n\n"You... you wouldn't dare," she hisses, though it definitely lacks the confidence of before.\n\n"Oh, I definitely dare! I'm gonna fuck you right in your bitchy elf-"\n\n<hr>\n[[Pussy.|MeanLove]]\n\n[[Mouth.|MeanLove]]\n\n[[Ass.|MeanLove4x2]]

You nod. "Yeah, I guess there's a lot rattling around in my head right now."\n\n"Feel free to ask away. I'll try to answer anything I can."\n\n<i>(These are not branch choices, they're information about the story and the NPC. You can come back to this page after you've asked a question, or skip it if you've played this storyline before.)</i>\n\n<hr>\n[[Did my answer earlier matter?|FemPalladium1x5a]]\n\n[[Does everyone get this chance?|FemPalladium1x5b]]\n\n[[Does this happen often?|FemPalladium1x5c]]\n\n[[Is all this yours?|FemPalladium1x5d]]\n\n[[What's your secret origin?|FemPalladium1x5e]]\n\n[[No, I think that's everything.|FemPalladium1x6]]

You take in a slow, deep breath, then nod once.\n\n"It wasn't your fault," you say, managing to get out what you realized days ago. "If it was anyone's fault, it was Model Kit's. If you didn't care about people, you would have just dropped that robot limb anywhere, or you would have flown right back into the fight with her. You tried your best to protect me, and if you hadn't I'd be dead instead of just..." You trail off, your throat tightening and eyes filling up.\n\nThere's silence for a few moments, then you hear him say, "If I could offer you a chance to be healed... physically, I mean... would you trust me enough to offer you that chance?"\n\nYour head shoots up, and you stare at him with wide eyes. Tears trickling down your cheeks, you nod once again.\n\n"Alright. Here, I'll try to be gentle, but I'm sorry if it hurts." As softly and carefully as a parent picking up a newborn, he scoops you into his arms and is off out the window. You're amazed at how effortless the flight is... you'd expect there to be wind rushing around you and the constant fear of dropping to the ground below. But there's just a gentle rushing sensation and the feel of safety in his arms. You look around at the night sky and the land rushing along beneath you, and for the first time since you were injured, you feel happy.\n\nSomewhere over an immense forest, City Guard descends, what looks like some sort of silo sunk into the ground opening up below him. The two of you drop slowly down a long silver tunnel, with numerous doors and railings along its walls, before settling to the bottom. Something that looks like a high-tech wheelchair rolls up to you and gives a beep, and City Guard sets you carefully into it. Panels slide out of the chair, telescoping out until they completely cover your legs, and you let out a surprised gasp as the pain you'd simply been learning to live with disappears.\n\n"This will begin some rudimentary repairs to your legs," City Guard explains as he begins walking along, passing through a door that whooshes open ahead of you both, the chair you're in following along beside him without guidance. "Unfortunately it can't heal you completely or let you walk again, but it can fix the soft tissue damage and put in place some rudimentary bone splints that will make your treatment easier."\n\n"You'll treat me... here?"\n\n"Yes. There are several options available to you." The two of you enter a room that's packed with equipment as if it were a science fiction studio lot's prop warehouse. "But before we discuss them, I imagine you have some questions."\n\n<hr>\n[[Continue.|FemPalladium1x5]]

"I guess that's about all I can think of to ask. Thanks for being so open with me."\n\n"It's the least I can do. Now, let me explain the treatment options that are available to you." He moves over to stand in front of a large, clear glass tube. Inside hangs a black bodysuit made of textured black material, mostly-flat panels visible here and there near the shoulders, the backs of the hands, and a few other places. "This is the <b>[[interface suit|PaladinStart]]</b>. It has a support system for your body, a number of micromotors to help you move and offer support, and its electronic relays can bypass the damaged parts of your spinal column. You'd have to wear it all the time, but it's the least invasive. While it might take many years for your body to heal naturally, it would keep you whole and mobile until it does, and then you could simply take it off. It would also allow you to interface with a suit of powered armor."\n\nHe moves over to a pedestal where what looks like a coiled ball of silver wire is floating above the surface. "This is the <b>[[nerve enhancement implant|SilverwebStart]]</b>. It will essentially bond itself to your nerves, muscles, and other organs. It will be permanent, but mostly invisible, only appearing as silver threads on your skin. As a side effect, you'll gain mildly enhanced strength, but much greater enhancements to your speed, agility, reaction time, and control over your own body."\n\nTurning, he walks over to look into silver tube with a cutaway part, a faint humming visible as a syringe filled with something silvery bobs lightly up and down. "This is the <b>[[nanocell colony|HolyDiverStart]]</b>. It's millions of tiny machines that will set up a home in the injured portion of your spine. They'll function as a relay for the damaged areas for the relatively short time it will take them to actually repair the damage, but they'll still be permanent. As a side effect, you'll probably gain the ability to interact with computers and electronics merely by thinking it, as well as an enhanced ability to heal."\n\nFinally, he turns towards what looks like a cylinder-shaped elevator, its metal doors currently closed. "And this is the <b>[[genetic reconstructor|ShieldMaidenStart]]</b>. It's essentially simply a sized-up version of the one from my escape pod. It will not only fix all the damage to your body, but rebuild it from the genetic level. It is the fastest and most all-natural way for you to regain full use of your body. However, because it will reconstruct your body to be like mine, it will almost certainly radically change your looks. Your 'resurrection', as it were, would come at the cost of abandoning your previous life. There would be no way to tell your friends and family who you are without putting them in danger."\n\n"It's a life-changing crossroads," he concludes, folding his arms over his chest. "Please, take all the time you need to make a choice."

When you were reading the description there was a lot of talk about "manipulating nature" (you like manipulating things), "incredible powers" (you like power) and "calling down nature's wrath" (you like calling down vicarious wrath).\n\nPlus you're pretty sure you could get a puppy or a pony. These are good reasons to pick a class, you assure yourself as you settle in to go to sleep.\n\nYou awaken to the sounds of birds chirping and the warm sun on your skin, squirming a bit in place and scrunching up your nose without opening up your eyes. ... Wait, birds chirping? Your mom hates birds, she's got anti-bird stuff all over the outside of the house. And your room doesn't get sun early in the morning! Your eyes snap open and you realize you're laying on a metaphorical bed of lush green grass rather than the literal bed you went to sleep in, and you seem to be surrounded by tall trees with thick trunks. Yelping, you scramble to your feet, realizing your breasts bounce as you do. Looking down, you stare at the sight of what's basically a pair of smallish brown cloth squares held in place over the fronts of your breasts by wound cords going behind your back and between the tops and bottoms of the squares, and a very tiny little loincloth draped down the front of your crotch. Well, that and a fair amount of paint in various tribal-like designs. "Where am I?! And why am I naked?!" you wail, clapping an arm across your chest and a hand over your crotch.\n\n"Sorry~, house rule of my games, druids can't wear any armor of any kind until level four, when they have to do a ritual. Until then they get an AC bonus from exposing as much of themselves as possible to nature, sooooo y'know~."\n\nYou whirl towards the voice and stare. Sima's standing there wearing a set of bright red robes with gold trim, smirking at you cheerfully. "Sima?! What the hell's going on?!"\n\n"Well since apparently you didn't want to get into the spirit of things by sleeping with your character sheet under your pillow, I thought I'd help you get into the spirit this way! Everyone else is level five, so you'll be an adventurer here in this world until you get to level five too," Sima explains brightly, as if this were all both perfectly normal and a wonderful thing, wiggling her index fingers in the air as she speaks. "You'll have fun, trust me!"\n\n"I don't!" you immediately snap back. "I wanna go home!"\n\n"You can go home when you reach level five," Sima answers in a placating tone, tucking her hands into her sleeves. "No time will have passed and you'll be just fine. And I'm the dungeon master here so there's no point trying to bully me into changing my mind, what's done is done." She waits a few beats as you just glare at her, then smiles. "Now, cheer up, Layla. I'm not going to be entirely heartless. Druid's a rough class to solo at level one, so I'll give your choice of a nifty item."\n\nAdmittedly, the idea of gifts does make you perk up a bit. "What item?"\n\n"You can either have this Menagerie Staff, which will greatly enhance your ability to commune with animals and cast animal-related spells," Sima says, drawing one hand from her sleeves and pulling out a long wooden pole like a walking stick, albeit twisted around on itself and with a knob at the top that vaguely resembles something bestial with a roaring mouth. "It'll let you summon your animal companion right away, and make sure they're a powerful and potent one, among other things. Or, you can have this Sage's Garb," she says, turning her other hand outward and letting the sleeve fall, revealing a little pile of folded white cloth and what very much looks like the glint of gold. "It's immune to the rules about what Druids can wear, has a high protection score both physically and magically, and amps up your charisma! Buuut you don't actually get an animal companion with this, you'd be on your own for making allies."\n\n... Okay, the thought of clothes is immediately tempting. Still, you also vaguely remember the description saying that druids mostly relied on their animal companion to do the real fighting for them... if you can't find companions, are you going to have to, what, punch people in the face? Or you guess try to use your spells... it's a harder decision than you thought!\n\n<hr>\n[[Take the staff.|LSDruid3x1]]\n\n[[Take the garb.|LSDruid1x1]]

Oh wow. And hey, there's not even a 'confirm you're eighteen' liebox to get to it! (You've trained yourself to barely see those, only having to go back and actually read when someone gets clever about it, but they hardly ever do that anymore.) You tap on it and a 'Downloading' window with a progress bar pops up. Oh, hey, it's free? ... Well, best to temper your expectations, then.\n\nEither way, after a few minutes the download completes, and the environment shifts, turning into a simple, empty room where the walls gently pulse with rainbow colors. Your bodysuit also disappears, leaving you completely naked, and making you blush just a bit. Well... yeah, that kind of makes sense, so you get over it quickly enough. As well, you're distracted by a text popup window.\n\n<i>Welcome to Fetish Sandbox, a simulation of ever-expanding scenarios involving different sexual desires, fantasies, kinks, and so on.\n\nThe interface is simple. Just walk through any door with a type of fetish on it, and find yourself either in that scenario, or able to choose from sub-kinks or variations on the scenario. Enjoy!\n\nNOTE: In the current version of Fetish Sandbox, a single player can only be in the "receiving" position of kinks. If you wish to "give", you must add an additional player.</i>\n\nYou quirk an eyebrow. Innnteresting... you briefly muse on the potential of several friends you'd find it kind of interesting to bring in, but brush that thought off as both likely to label you a perv and not really necessary just this moment. After all, you've gotta try it out yourself first to see if it's even any good. What if all this VR just results in PS1-style polygon character? (Bad enough that there's a bunch of those games flooding Steam.)\n\nYou notice that an 'Okay' and 'Disconnect' button have appeared under the welcome text, and of course hit 'Okay'. At that the window disappears and the room expands, the walls growing longer as a number of simple doors appear on them, each one labeled as if it were a hentai site tag.\n\nWelp! you think, grinning and clapping your hands together. Time to try out some lewd stuff! (And hopefully no Original FF7 style models banging you. ... Though you guess that might be kind of kinky too.)\n\n<hr>\n[[Watersports|GGFS3x1]]\n\n[[Transformation|GGFS]]\n\n[[Gangbang/Orgy|GGFS6x1]]\n\n[[Beasts/Monsters|GGFS]]\n\n[[Pregnancy|GGFS]]\n\n[[Expansion/Inflation|GGFS5x1]]\n\n[[Regression|GGFS]]\n\n[[Progression|GGFS]]\n\n[[Voyeurism|GGFS]]\n\n[[Exhibitionism|GGFS1x1]]\n\n[[Mind Control|GGFS4x1]]\n\n[[Employment|GGFS]]\n\n[[Extreme Penetration|GGFS]]\n\n[[Size Difference|GGFS2x1]]\n\n[[Vore|GGFS]]\n\n[[Snuff|GGFS]]

You've practiced with escrima sticks before, the foot-plus rod of chromed metal is the closest to something you actually know how to use. You reach out to snatch it off the floor, and the moment you touch it you feel a hard shock like someone had just shot you in the palm with a taser. But rather than making you reflexively jerk back from the painful sensation, your fingers instead clamp down around the rod in a viselike grip you can do nothing about.\n\nAs if your body were operating purely on directions you'd issued to it before you got electroshocked, you push yourself up and to your feet, finding yourself moving smoothly and without pain even as more shocks pass through you from your hand, coursing through your muscles in a way that feels like it should leave you twitching and flailing in agony, but actually feels like it's washing away the pain from before like a soothing warm bath. Even as the rod flows like liquid to extend itself into a staff and jags of lighting begin arcing from it to play along your body it just feels like hands brushing over your bare skin tenderly, even as the electricity superheats the golden jewelry you're wearing until it glows it just feels like pleasantly warm stones being placed on you for therapy, even as your eyes go white and crackle with energy it just feels like someone turned on some pleasant lighting set to 'warm white'.\n\nMako's stopped in place, frozen with hands extended, red eyes actually widening just a bit. "... Problematic," he murmurumbles to himself.\n\n"You better fuckin' believe it," you snarl, before thrusting the staff in his direction.\n\nThere's a cracking roar, the soundwave enough to knock loose items around, further dishevel the bedsheets, and would likely blow your hair back if it wasn't already sticking up slightly from the energy flowing through you. Even with your enhanced eyesight the bolt of lightning that fires from the staff leaves a flashing imprint on your corneas as it tears through the air and strikes Mako full-on in the chest. He's flung backwards through the air as dramatically as he threw you, but he doesn't hit any cabinet, just the stone wall... the mortar of which shatters under the impact, leaving him to drop to the ground behind it with some of the stones below his back and some dropping atop his legs and arms.\n\nYou breathe heavily, staring after him. Whatever you just did it obviously took something out of you... little jags of electricity are still playing across your skin, but nowhere near the extent they were before, and your jewelry is gradually starting to cool, having lost some of the details of the engravings from being brought close to the melting point. Mako's not moving, but you can see his soot-blackened chest rising and falling laboriously, he's obviously still alive. You make your way towards him, only to stop a few feet away at a strange experience... less like someone speaking to you, and more like you suddenly remembered that they'd said something to you just a second ago.\n\n<i>Excellent. It's been two ages of the world since a mortal with a Spark touched one of my weapons.</i>\n\n"... What?" You glance back and forth, despite somehow already knowing that you won't see anything.\n\n<i>No time for explanations. The echo of me in the Thunder Staff has forged enough of a connection for us to speak for a few moments, but no longer. If you want to know what's really going on, come to me once you've finished up here, you'll know where to go.</i>\n\n"I..." You cut yourself off, since the memory-voice has made it clear they're not going to explain, so you just say, "'Finish up'?"\n\n<i>Yes. The staff had been sitting in that cabinet for centuries and had quite a lot of time to build up a charge, but you used most of it in that attack. You'll never have such a good opportunity to strike a blow against the enemy as now. Kill Mako.</i>\n\nYou hesitate briefly as you look down. It's true that when you walked over here, that was kind of the general idea, but the shock of being contacted has cooled your blood at least a little and left you able to think. Mako is staring up at you with those red eyes... the fact that he hasn't moved likely indicates that he can't at the moment, either too injured or just paralyzed by the electric shock he took. The massive, threatening dragon-man is essentially helpless. He doesn't say anything, or plead, he just looks at you... expectantly.\n\n<hr>\n[[Do it.|HellKore13x1]]\n\n[[Spare him.|HellKore12x4]]

Sandra needed you to distract him while she tried to get away and get help... no one ever said anything about fucking him.\n\nYou do your best to disguise your readying yourself as meekly turning to follow his order, then snap a hand out to strike. You've been watching him move not just because he was so huge and imposing, but trying to figure out his anatomy. Your punch hits to the side of his abs and just below his ribs, coming up at an angle, and you actually hear the big beast of a man let out a soft <i>whf</i> from the impact. You're not sure if it actually hurt him, though it <i>definitely</i> hurt you and you're pretty sure you've literally cracked a knuckle, but it throws him off-balance enough for you to duck back and away from him to gain some space. Fighting with your tits out and wearing nothing but gold slave jewelry was not at all how you expected to spend your first night at the tournament, but life just be like that sometimes, apparently.\n\nMako recovers from the light impact and his surprise quickly and comes at you. He's far less clumsy and lumbering than his size makes your brain keep expecting him to be, but then you'd already seen that for yourself with how he moved. He certainly seems to have no qualms about fighting in the altogether, cocks still jutting and if anything more excited at the prospect of a fight, swaying back and forth with his balls wobbling heavily underneath as he takes a swing at you. Still, while he's faster and more dextrous than something that big seems like it ought to be, he's still all bulk muscle, and has clearly relied on being bigger and stronger than all of his opponents most of his life. He puts his whole body into his swings, both arms on a side working in almost unison... if they connected it would probably smash your bones to bits from the impact of that double punch, but the moves are telegraphed and as long as you stay on the defensive you can avoid them.\n\nFrom the heat on your back and the slight smirk on his snakelike lips, you can tell you're getting close to the wall. The double-punch makes it hard to duck under his blows as he's swinging them despite the height difference, so this time you dart forward as he's drawing back to swing, ducking beneath both as they're raised and slamming your palm into his side in passing, hoping he has his kidneys (or something) where humans do. He does give another <i>whf</i> so maybe, which gives you hope for another idea. You whirl to his back and stomp at the back of his knee, feeling a near-painful jolt up your leg in return for his leg barely bending, but you force yourself to follow up with another three quick strikes, forcing him to topple to one knee, hands catching against the wall. You leap onto his back, tits jiggling a bit with the motions as you grab hold of his horns from behind, bracing your feet against his lower back and holding on as he gets up.\n\nMako gives a growl that's almost a roar as he twists back and forth, trying to throw you off, his wild motions sending long ropes of precum flinging through the air. Gritting your teeth, you start stomping with one foot or the other, and at least a few times both, trying to batter his kidneys-or-whatever from a position where he can't reach you. From the sincere yowls of pain he gives, you're definitely getting through his tough hide, even as it feels like you're going to snap bones in your feet. Unfortunately, while you'd expected him to be unable to reach you and have to go for something like bashing you into a wall (where you could drop off and strike at some other vulnerable place), that turns out not to be the case. The structure of his shoulders is such that the upper pair is angled upward more than a human's, and after a few moments of initial flailing and surprise, he's fairly easily able to reach back and grab one of your arms. You yelp loudly as he turns and flings you through the air, sending you crashing into a wooden cabinet hard enough to smash the doors.\n\nYou drop to the floor, stunned and in pain. It doesn't feel like anything's broken... at least, your legs still hurt too much for it to be your back. The impact has jarred the cabinet's contents and sent them spilling out everywhere around you... some of them actually look like weapons, you realize as you push yourself up on your hands.\n\n"I was planning to just break your spirit, or perhaps your mind... but I think now I'll break <i>everything</i>!" Mako howls furiously as he stalks towards you, all four hands reaching.\n\nYeah he's definitely pissed off now. Better grab-\n\n<hr>\n[[That metal rod.|HellKore12x3]]\n\n[[The weird dagger.|HellKore]]\n\n[[The scary claw gauntlets.|HellKore]]\n\n[[Your courage.|HellKore]]

Without a word, you step over the downed dragonman and some of the stones and walk through what looks like some sort of smaller version of the bathing area you were in earlier, heading for the doorway you spot on the other side of it.\n\n<i>Pity,</i> the memory-voice comments, before going entirely silent.\n\nYou step out into a corridor, and without really thinking about it turn and head one way. You do sort of feel like you know where you're supposed to go... you just wish you didn't have to do it naked. Several times you duck into alcoves or behind pillars to let white-garbed servants pass... the last time you avoid them they're moving at a jog and seem considerably more agitated, which means someone probably actually discovered Mako having been knocked through a wall. (You're vaguely disappointed he didn't go all the way through the wall and flying through the other room, like usually seems to happen in movies.) But finally you ascend a particularly long stairway and step out onto a rooftop, torn between shivering a little at the cold air that plays across your naked body, embarrassment at being so exposed in the open, and worry about being so exposed. The other buildings of the complex stretch out around you, as well as much of the island... this isn't the highest spot by far but it seems to be one of them for this part of the complex at least.\n\nStanding a bit away is a tall woman... though thankfully not as tall as Mako. Still, a good six and a half feet, toned but beautiful and feminine, most of her body shown off by the open-fronted white robe she's wearing and what looks like a metallic silver tube top and thong... actually, as you approach slowly, despite them fitting like spandex, they're so shiny and smooth you think they might actually <i>be</i> silver. Her hair is long, straight, and iridescent blue-purple, with a nearly glowing metallic gleam that's matched by her eyes being the same color... and those <i>are</i> glowing, constantly crackling faintly with internal energy. Her skin is pale, but her cheekbones and the set of her eyes and chin speak to an Asian lineage... maybe. You sort of get the feeling she's not from around here... 'here' meaning 'Earth'.\n\n"You'd be correct," she declares in a lofty tone, making you twitch a little. "I am Fujin, Goddess of Lightning. I am from a plane known as Godrealm, though I dwell on your world from time to time as I see fit."\n\n"Uh... you're saying you're a literal deity?" you ask, a little numbly.\n\n"As far as you're concerned..." Fujin's lips curl just slightly in something that comes dangerously close to a smirk, purple and blue jags of electricity briefly crackling out of her corneas. "Yes."\n\nOkay. That's pretty heavy. "What do you want from me?" you ask after a moment, since you've had a long night and that's the most pressing thing on your mind. \n\n"I want you to win HellKore. As simple as that. A rule that Ji Kulao chooses not to inform the fighters of is that the prize for winning is not 'immortality', but rather for anything that he is capable of providing. When you win HellKore, as your prize I wish you to claim the right to a deathmatch with him... and then I want you to kill him."\n\n"Why? <i>Why</i> do you want me to kill these people?!" you demand, halfway between snapping angrily and sobbing with exhaustion and confusion. "Why would a god ask me to kill an old man?!"\n\n"Because as I think you are well aware, Ji Kulao is no mere 'old man'. He is an evil sorcerer on a mission thousands of years in the making to gradually corrupt your world and many others, toppling them steadily into madness and disarray until they destroy themselves, so that he can feed off of their death throes. Within a few more generations, his work on Earth will be done, and he will become that much closer to becoming a dark god himself. At that point my options for dealing with him become severely limited. And obviously it's none too good for you." Her bright eyes narrow as she focuses on you. "You have a rare chance to save your world. Win your other fights in the tournament however you care to... but Ji Kulao must die if Earth is to be saved." She raises her chin, before adding, "You should be safe to continue the tournament... overcoming Mako has proved you are not to be trifled with, and wielding my power shows you are a warrior who cannot be turned away. Before the finals, go to a high place such as this and I will speak to you again. Until then, keep the staff... it will grant you the faintest echo of my power, and that should assure your victory... if you do not continue to be a fool."\n\nWith that there's a roar of thunder and a flash from the sky that makes you wince and flinch away. When you look back, there's just the fading afterimage of a bolt of lightning and no sign of Fujin. ... Great, first sorcerers and dragons, now gods. And this one wants you to basically commit premeditated murder in a deathmatch... assuming that you don't get offed in a fight before then yourself.\n\n<hr>\n[[Get back to your room.|HellKore]]\n\n[[Go see Ji Kulao.|HellKore]]

'Alright, here goes,' you think, holding the staff up and concentrating on that particular spell.\n\nInstantly you can feel the changes starting to come over your body, muscles and bones shifting painlessly, leaving you plenty of attention to focus on what's happening. The first bit is your hips shifting, hauling you upright as your back legs shift and lengthen as well, pushing you upward a bit as they become humanoid legs, albeit raised up to walk on your toes. Your main body starts to reshape, waist altering to fit your new hips, upper limbs angling further out to the sides, paws stretching out into large hands. You can even feel your head shifting slightly, jaw and tongue changing, the angles and inside of your throat altering, until finally you're standing there as a thoroughly humanoid panther-thing, albeit with four arms. And another thing.\n\n"Oh, uh... right," you say out loud now that you apparently can, your voice a low, smooth, decidedly masculine rumble as you look down at your broad, muscular, and entirely flat chest to where your cock is fully on display. The sheath has changed to be angled forward, still plump and obviously full, the member inside currently concealed, and with a pair of heavy black balls now dangling down at a different angle between your more humanlike thighs. Almost idly you reach one of your lower pair of hands down to heft said balls, giving a little 'mmf' at the sensation.\n\nOkay, well, you're pretty sure you can fix this. You're fairly certain when you were looking through the spells in the staff earlier, you saw one for altering various aspects of physiology, which included sexual characteristics. So yeah, looks like with that you could make yourself a girl again! ... Or, y'know, really like before you realize it's not really <i>bothering</i> you that you're a guy, you don't feel that urgently about it, which probably has to do with leftover feelings from the previous inhabitant.\n\nOr... you guess... there's nothing that says you can't be both...?\n\n<hr>\n[[Turn female.|LSDruid]]\n\n[[Stay male.|LSDruid]]\n\n[[Be both.|LSDruid]]

The staff clatters off of your lap and to the ground, for the moment forgotten as you roll around, feeling such strong relief that it borders on being pleasure itself as you give in to the urge to get up on all fours and present your ass to the powerful being you've summoned. You begin panting with excitement as you can feel him prowling closer to you, your whole body beginning to tremble with eagerness at the thought of being allowed to submit to him. You let out a soft moan of arousal as his tentacles reach out and easily snap the woven grass strings of your loincloth and top, juices already starting to trickle down your painted thighs at knowing that you've proven worthy to be a hole for him.\n\nYour new Master's tentacles curl around your legs and arms, adjusting your position just so, correcting your imperfections as he draws in closer, moving above you. Your Master's fur, the most satiny, perfect fur in all of existence caresses your body, the sensation alone almost enough to make you cum, but certainly making you whimper needfully again as he draws closer and closer, his magnificent member drawing closer and closer to your unworthy but blessed hole. You can feel the point of it, wish you could see it, wish you could commit it to memory with your eyes as well, but instead you can only etch it into your soul as it starts pressing into you, spreading you open, beginning to mold your pussy into the perfect sheath for it now and forever, all thick and long and studded with stiff points that rub and stimulate you like no other, lesser cock ever could, making you orgasm with almost every motion of it inside you.\n\nYour Master's main tentacles wind around your head, one curling around your neck first, the tight, gently squeezing feel of its coil like a collar, reminding you of the glorious fact that he owns you now and for eternity. The broad pads on the ends of the tentacles press against your head, your eyes rolling and your tongue lolling out as he penetrates you other than physically as well. Even as your Master's powerful feline hips start moving, as his second pair of legs curls around your middle possessively while the forelegs still allow him complete balance, you can feel him starting to fuck your mind as well as your pussy. Thrusting his thoughts inside of your eager, willing mind even as he thrusts his cock into your eager, willing pussy, blessing you by taking you completely, every part of you. Your eyes roll up in your head, your tongue lolling out and trailing drool back and forth through the air as you rock your body against his thrusts, obeying both the almost imperceptible tugs of Master's tentacles and the whims of his mind. He's fucking your naughty worthless hole, he's fucking your naughty worthless brain, Master is so good, Master is so wonderful, Master is everything, Master is-\n\n'No this isn't right.'\n\nFor just a single moment that little thought springs up inside your mind. You can feel Master almost instantly reaching out to squash it, as he should-\n\nN-no, should he?\n\n<hr>\n[[Obviously he should!|LSDruid]]\n\n[[... This bastard!|LSDruid3x5]]

That part of you that had suddenly realized what was going on instinctively slips away from the beast's attempt to destroy it. This... this bastard is raping your body <i>and</i> your mind! How dare!\n\nEven though your body continues to make a fucked-stupid face and fuck itself back against your violator's thrusts, your mind reflexively rallies, darting away from all the monster's attempts to squash it... apparently surprising it. Wait, you can tell, you can <i>feel</i> its surprise, you can feel its frustration, its pleasure, its-\n\nYou're not sure exactly how the idea comes to you, but maybe it's just influenced by desperation as you sense how close you are to effectively being destroyed. Exerting what control you can on your body, you send it into a frenzy of fucking, rocking back against the beast's thrusts with far more exuberance than before, shaking your hips and working yourself against him feverishly. The sudden intense and unexpected burst of sensation is enough to make the creature cum unexpectedly, and it lets out a long yowl of both pleasure, surprise, and outrage as it starts spilling its load inside you.\n\nBut in that instant, you strike. You drive yourself into the connection you sensed, stabbing into the very heart of its being with every bit of malice, determination, and outrage you've ever felt in your life added to what it's inflicted on you. There's a different sort of yowl, everything going all blurry and mixed-up and topsy-turvy. You think there's a bright purple flash, and then everything goes dark and drifts down into nothingness.\n\nYou're not sure how much later it is when you blink your eyes open slowly. It's still fairly bright out so it's either been not very long, or it's been an entire day. You raise your head slowly, blinking blearily. Ugh, what an awful headache. You rub your head ruefully with a tentacle as you get to your paws, grateful for having six because you're not sure four would be enough as woozy as you are, and-\n\n... Um.\n\nYou blink again, then try to look down at yourself, and realize you're just looking at the ground. It takes turning your head further to actually see paws. And legs. Six of them. And, if you manage to look far enough back, a sheath and a dangling pair of balls. 'WHAT?!' you blurt out aloud... or, well, try to. Your mouth opens and you're pretty sure you actually express the sentiment to the forest at large, but all that comes out for actual sound is a long yowling noise.\n\nYou're in the Psykker Beast's body?!\n\nWait how the fuck do you know what it is now?! You... huh. You kind of know a lot of stuff, you realize once you turn your thoughts to that little realization. The 'panther' was... or, uh, is, while being is you... a psychic monster called a Psykker Beast that was created a long time ago by messing with something else called a Displacer Beast. And when it tried to pyschically dominate and enslave you, your sudden but violent reprisal must have destroyed its mind and... your own got sucked into the 'vacuum' that left. Your body...\n\n... you don't see your body anywhere, you realize as you turn your head back and forth, ears twitching sadly.\n\nEven perusing your new memories doesn't give you any real ideas on what happened to it. It could have been destroyed by a psychic blast, or absorbed into the Psykker Beast's body via one of its abilities. It seems to have a fair few of them. ... Hey does this count as being level five? You look around hopefully for a moment, to see if Sima might appear and tell you that you've discovered an unconventional way of getting up to everyone else's level, but there's no sign of her. ... Dang.\n\nOkay, so try not to panic, you tell yourself. Didn't Sima say this was basically all like a dream, and you'd go back to normal once you finished out the adventure? You'll just... have to assume that's still true and that Sima has simply decided your adventure isn't over yet. Your attempt to calm yourself down is surprisingly effective, and after a few moments you've effectively resigned yourself to this new strange twist on things. In the back of your head part of you notes that it really shouldn't be that easy and that normally this would be an hour-long freakout at best, but your forebrain firmly reminds it to not look a gift horse in the mouth and it shuts up. \n\nAnother look around lets you notice that the Menagerie Staff s still laying on the ground. Deciding to pick it up, almost without thinking you extend a main tentacle, one of the two with the broad pad on the end, to pick it up. You're surprised to realize that you have a much clearer grasp of what spells it contains and what you can actually do with it. Hunh, nice. The majority of its spells seem to be focused around affecting animals which... well, you guess to count as now. Oh! Maybe there's a way to use it to turn back into yourself!\n\nYou spend a bit of time examining the staff, hoping for a way to just put yourself back in your body, or at least change this body into a copy. Some of the spells have a feeling of being... vague, and distant, you guess those are the ones that you can't cast yet. Sadly it looks like several of those could do exactly what you wanted, but it's obvious you can't use them yet. So you turn your attention to the ones it feels like you can use.\n\nAlright, looks like there's one that <i>could</i> change you back into a human! ... But only for a limited amount of time each day. It also says that 'certain immutable characteristics would remain'. Hrm.\n\nThen there's a sort of 'two step' solution. There's a spell called 'Anthropomorphic Animal' that the staff has with an 'until dismissed' duration. You sense that using it, your type would stay 'Animal' but add 'Humanoid'. Then there's another spell called 'Alike Form' that would let you change to a different species of one of your types, meaning, you could then become human. The only problem with that one is that 'Alike Form' is apparently concentration based, which you're pretty sure means that the moment you tried to cast any other spell or use an ability or something, it would vanish and you'd be back to your humanoid Psykker Beast form.\n\nYou guess you could also just sort of live with it, for now. Maybe you can figure out how to access one of the more powerful spells soon, or find someone else who can cast something like that for you. You're... weirdly not <i>super</i> uncomfortable like this, and you seem to naturally be able to move and function, so you guess it's not the worst thing in the world.\n\n<hr>\n[[Become human (albeit temporarily).|LSDruid]]\n\n[[Become anthropomorphomophormicorfiz-... that other thing.|LSDruid3x6]]\n\n[[Stay as you are for now.|LSDruid4x1]]

Well probably not, y'know, a regular <i>cat</i>, that wouldn't be very good for fighting, but like a really powerful type of cat like something big and scary! So you start thinking 'Powerful cat, powerful cat, powerful cat' over and over again. You're not sure how this works but... um... think it at the staff, maybe? 'Give me a strong kitty, darnit,' you think towards the staff in your lap, before clearing your throat and trying to be more serious. 'Powerful cat, powerful cat, powerful cat.'\n\nYou do sort of succeed in zoning yourself out, chanting it over and over again in your head... that's kind of meditating, right? But then you get the sense that... your call's being answered! Your powerful cat is coming! You can really feel him drawing near, like some weird sort of brush against your skin but... not. You open your eyes, staring ahead and... yes, there's something moving amongst the trees! It's coming close! It's a-\n\n<hr>\n[[-tiger!|LSDruid]]\n\n[[-lion!|LSDruid]]\n\n[[-panther!(?)|LSDruid3x3]]\n\n[[-actual fucking housecat.|LSDruid6x1]]

That's definitely a big black cat alright... really big and <i>really</i> black. Also you're not sure that you've ever seen a panther with purple eyes? You swallow a bit hard as it slowly prowls out of the trees, approaching you. Yeah that's... that's big. Much bigger than you. And something just feels really... really kind of 'off' about it. Which you get confirmation of as it steps closer to you and not only can you see that it has a third pair of legs tucked just behind the forward pair, but something sort of <i>extends</i> from its back, long slightly purple-tinted black tentacles, smooth and almost faintly glowing a bit. You're mostly too shocked to move as they start gently writhing in the air, though... though you really can't take your eyes off of them either. The motion's so... intricate... and smooth... it's kind of beautiful, really. Like the whole magnificent beast is beautiful... so dark, so strong, so powerful.\n\nYou feel... you feel a strong urge to get up on all fours. To present yourself to this mighty creature, to show it you understand your place, to submit to it as you know it's right. You somehow just know how good it would feel to give in to that impulse, to yield completely, honestly even sitting here not doing it immediately is starting to feel like a heavy burden. The slightest drop of your hand towards the ground is such a relief, even that tiny bit of motion towards doing what you know you should washing over you like a gentle cool wave after a hot dusty road...\n\n<hr>\n[[Submit.|LSDruid3x4]]\n\n[["... HEY!"|LSDruid]]

<<set $corruption +1>>Yeah... may as well get extra hours and rewards while it's still something simple.\n\nBlushing, you try to decide on what to use, and finally settle on a plain sharpie-type marker, it being essentially the perfect shape for an... easy entrance. Snagging some aloe gel to use as lube, you settle down on the bed and spend a few moments pondering positioning. Finally settling on putting your legs together and lifting them towards yourself to hold with one arm, leaving your pussy framed by your thighs and your pucker lifted and presented. You nibble your lower lip for a few moments, before resolving yourself and squeezing some of the gel onto your pucker, giving a squeak at how cold it feels. You can feel it already dribbling down and away, so you quickly switch to holding the marker, sliding the slightly blunt gray end of it through the dripping goo and finding its place, trying to press it gently into yourself.\n\nMmf... kinda... difficult. After a few pokes, which earn an equal few squeaks and small grunts, you reluctantly set down the marker. Scooping a bit more of the gel up off your skin, you more deliberately smear it all over your pucker, then start working a fingertip around against it. Slowly you force yourself to relax, gradually getting your tensed-up little hole to ease a bit, until you're sliding a bit of one finger inside and wiggling it around, shivering at the feeling of it. Trying to ignore how damp your pussy is now, you pick up the marker and squirt a little more gel directly onto the tip of it before getting back into position.\n\nThis time there's only a bit of resistance before your asshole yields to the slender plastic shaft of the marker. You let out an 'mmmf' at the sensation of it sliding inside you, letting out a shuddery little breath and closing your eyes. You keep going until you feel the clip of the cap bump against your pucker, then just lay there for a moment, kind of reveling in the sensation. You stroke the marker back and forth slowly a few times, listening to the lewd <i>skwp</i> of the clear gel, and...\n\n... and remember that you were only doing this because you have to.\n\nBlushing, you look over at the phone where you set it on your bedside table.\n\n'[x] Take a sexy selfie\n[x] Go outside naked\n[x] Spank yourself\n[x] Put something in your butt'<<set $safehours += 8>>\n\n"Very good, honey," Sinnamon speaks up without being prompted this time as you stay in place, feeling very caught in 4K to the point of being able to move out of your current position. "Four for four first day! See, I knew you could have fun with it too! And just as promised, here's a reward!"\n\nYou see the bounty board app close, and another app icon appear on the phone's desktop. Trying to be casual, you slip the marker out of your butt and sit up, wiping your hands on the towel you got out earlier before picking up the phone to look. The app icon is an edgy-looking red dollar sign, with the text under it reading, "Hell2Pay?" you say aloud.\n\n"It's a payment app. Good everywhere, one way or another! And the wallet on this one is unlimited! But don't get your hopes up, sweetling, I'm not <i>that</i> generous," Sinnamon adds with a giggle as, admittedly, your eyes had gone rather wide. "It will only work for buying things related to completing your bounties."<<set $hell2pay to true>><<set $appsunlocked to 1>>\n\nWell that's... still surprisingly generous. It will make it easier to do these bounty things, probably, though you're a little loathe to consider what you might need the money for. Although... well, yeah, Sinnamon said outright that's what she wants. She <i>wants</i> you playing along and doing the whole board every day, so that you're tormenting yourself rather than her doing it. ... Although she also said that she wants you to have fun with it. Um... w-well... no, it's not like you will! ... Or... were, just now.\n\n... Hrm.\n\n........ Whatever. You've bought yourself 32 hours and gotten yourself a little help. You may have saddled yourself with a whole new problem, but at least you aren't going to get hit by a truck anytime soon. After a moment you blush and get up, heading into the bathroom to wipe... and resisting the urge to do anything else during, or after, considering the feeling that Sinnamon is watching you.\n\nThe rest of the day passes as normal, and you go to sleep faintly worried about what tomorrow may bring, but at least with the sense you'll be able to handle it.\n\n<hr>\n[[The next day...|GGCCDayTwo1]]

... Yeah you <i>extra</i> don't want to be fighting stuff yourself now that you've actually got your butt (bare and painted as it currently is) on the line. Summoning an animal companion right off the bat to do the rough stuff for you sounds way, way better, as eager as you are to get yourself covered up. "F-fine, I'll take the staff," you grumble, squirming a bit in place... then yelping and lurching forward a little to catch it as Sima tosses it to you, making your practically bare and effectively unrestrained boobs bounce.\n\n"Good pick! Now, just settle down, center your mind... I'm sure you can manage if you try... and focus on what sort of animal companion you want."\n\n"Wait, I can pick anything, with this?" you ask, eyeing the staff.\n\n"Oh, pretty much anything, yeah, though I'll warn you, the stronger and more, shall we say, 'exotic' a thing you try to summon, the more... mmmm... let's say, <i>equality</i> there's going to wind up being between you. Or possibly even what you summon deciding <i>you're</i> the companion and attempting to assert some dominance," Sima adds with a snicker, making you blink a few times. "Oh, by the way, whatever you do summon with that, it'll want to form a very <i>close</i> bond with you. Probably ought to go ahead and agree to that when it happens, who knows what the side effects could be otherwise? Anyway, I'm sure you'll get a sense for the spells the staff contains and what it can do and once you have your new buddy you can set off to look for adventure. Have fun!" With that, she sort of... swirls around and disappears.\n\n"H-hey, wait! ... The heck did that mean?" you grumble, scowling at where she was standing, then looking at the staff. Mostly the bit about a '<i>close</i> bond, but any of the rest of it for that matter?\n\n... Well, whatever. Apparently you're stuck here until you've adventured enough to reach level five. Sighing, you spend a few moments just glaring at Sima was and vaguely plotting revenge, before eyeing the staff. ... Guess you'd better get started. You sit down on the grass, trying not to squirm or blush at the feeling of it brushing against your pussy. Folding your legs, you lay the staff across your lap and try to focus on it. Okay... you need to think of what animal to summon to help you.\n\nYou were thinking a dog or a horse because those are cute/pretty and it seemed to be about what the game would allow, but if you can really summon anything you want, you might consider broadening your options to something that would be even better at fighting for you. Though there was whatever weird thing Sima said about... asserting dominance or something. ... Hm. Well, you guess there's a balancing act here? You should decide what you can handle. But you're sure you can handle anything! ... Probably. \n\nSo what to summon?\n\n<hr>\n[[Canine.|LSDruid]]\n\n[[Equine.|LSDruid]]\n\n[[Feline.|LSDruid3x2]]\n\n[[Bear.|LSDruid]]\n\n[[Fairy?|LSDruid]]\n\n[[Dragon!|LSDruid]]

Still angry about that kick, you yank his arm up and around to twist him to the side and attempt to drive your knee into his crotch. But it would seem he's been waiting for something like that and isn't quite as dazed and helpless as he seemed. As your leg comes up his other hand snaps around and grabs the underside of your knee. With a yank of his hand and a roll of his body he sends you both to the mat, him coming down on top of you like a load of bricks. You feel the breath rush out of your body from the impact, and then one of his arms is pressing across your throat and shoulders with the full force of his weight, the other keeping your leg yanked into the air. You struggle, trying to get your hands on him, but are having trouble turning them enough. Dammit...!\n\n"<b>Acknowledge your defeat!<b>" The Dark Judge booms, raising one gauntleted hand to point a finger at you. "<b>Submit!</b>"\n\n<hr>\n[[Submit.|HellKore7x2]]\n\n[[Resist.|HellKore8x1]]

You realize his hold's just too good. If it were a normal fight with a referee, you'd be getting counted out right now anyway. Bleakly, you thump your hand on the mat twice before allowing your body to go limp. The ninja immediately releases his hold, rolling away from you and to his feet.\n\n"<b>You have lost, and in the first match.</b>" There's scorn in the Dark Judge's room-shaking voice. "<b>Such a pathetic showing demands a strong punishment.</b>"\n\nA quartet of servants is suddenly all around you, and they grab your limbs and lift you into the air, hauling you out of the room. You find yourself completely unable to resist as they carry you down the hallways, into a tucked-away little alcove in the right side of the temple. They stand you upright facing the grey stone wall and one yanks your shorts down, revealing your bare, toned ass and smooth-shaven pussy, while another one uses a small knife to cut away your top with clean, quick movements, your C-cups jiggling free as the supports are severed. Two of them link arms and reach under your knees to lift you up again, one moving around to take off your slippers. Then the two carry you right towards the wall.\n\nYour feet slide into it as if it were water, or more like thin mud. All you can do is widen your eyes in shock and fear as they keep sliding you into the supposedly solid stone, the Dark Judge's pronouncement apparently having rendered you unable to even scream. Everything goes dark as your face is pushed in, and you panic internally as you expect to begin suffocating. Except you don't, you realize after a few moments... you -can- breath, though you can feel the solidity of the wall all around you, firming into place and holding you trapped. The stone is completely rigid, conformed perfectly against your head, your arms, your legs, even your tits. You're not even sure your chest is moving when you breathe, you're held absolutely and perfectly still.\n\nTo judge by the difference in temperatures, your hips, ass, and pussy are all still jutting out of the wall. Almost immediately, you feel fingers starting to rub and squeeze the toned curves of your butt, and then to toy with your pussy. You can feel yourself becoming aroused, and you let out a moan that you can't hear. Whatever your punishment is, it apparently involves enjoying it as a strange man toys with your completely vulnerable and exposed sex. Soon fingers are replaced by the hard length of a cock, and again you moan out... or at least you think you do, again, you can't hear yourself any more than you can see or move. The cock in your pussy gives only a few thrusts before its owner apparently changes his mind and pulls out, and you feel it instead push into your ass and start pumping there instead.\n\nYou feel yourself on the edge very quickly, but then the pleasure plateaus, dragged out further and further and never hitting its peak. You're left unable to climax as he strokes his prick into your tight asshole again and again, and you scream silently in frustration, desperately wishing you could shake your hips back towards him to try and push yourself over the edge. But it's only when his cock shudders and begins filling your tight rear hole with liquid heat that you're able to cum yourself.\n\nThe other three take their turns, and again each time you're brought to that almost maddening stalemate before the rush of their seed grants you release. After four intense orgasms, you're left alone, able to feel nothing but some wet dribbles down your taint and along your pussylips, before even that is gone. You idly wonder if the magic has cleaned you up a bit or something. And you wonder it some more, alone in the empty dark, nothing but the occasional breeze on your exposed ass to remind you you're actually alive. You find it affecting your thoughts... your butt and your pussy are the only things you can feel, what if they're all you really are?\n\nAfter some time... you have no clue how long, it's impossible to judge when you're embedded in solid stone... you feel tentative fingers stroking over one of your buttocks. You gasp, feeling a rush of unwanted elation, as well as a healthy dose of humiliation. While you certainly didn't want the servants to fuck you, you had at least seen their faces, knew who they were and what they looked like. The man currently squeezing your ass and, now, pumping a finger into your traitorously eager pussy, is a complete unknown to you. Is he tall, short, black, white, fit, fat? You have absolutely no clue about him, other than that his cock isn't very long but is quite thick as he stuffs it into your dripping cunt and starts to fuck you.\n\nAs he pours his load into you after only a bare few strokes, and immediately giving you a mind-blowing orgasm, you realize you're going to have to get used to wondering.\n\n<hr>\n\n[[Game Over|HellKore7xEnd]]

Deciding to go see what's up, you push away from the desk and stand, turning and heading out into the hallway. You arrive at your parents' door to find it closed... well, mostly closed. You're not entirely sure why, maybe it's just prudent recon to judge the lay of the land before deciding if you should really interrupt, but you lean up to the crack in the door and peek through.\n\nYou spot your mother standing near the bed, easily within your range of vision. She looks a lot like you, really, just a little taller, a bit fuller of figure, and her long hair obviously doesn't have any blue dye in it (though there was that one summer...). She's also dressed... well, fully, for one thing, but also fairly professionally, with a deep blue silk blouse, black mini-skirt, and black stockings. It may not be your style, but no one ever accused your Mom of not having any, but then, she is an artist (even if she's not the jobless layabout sort of artist). You blink a little as she tugs her blouse out of the waistband of her skirt and starts unbuttoning it. Well, you shouldn't be too surprised that she wants to change clothes or shower after getting home from work, still, just a little weird to see it happening in the middle of the day, you guess. At least that's why you tell yourself you watch long enough for the blouse to come off and be dropped to the floor, revealing a (very stylish, natch) black bra holding up her full breasts.\n\n<hr>\n[[Let her be.|GGParent]]\n\n[[Knock.|GGParent5x1]]\n\n[[Watch a bit longer.|GGParent4x2]]

You find yourself somehow transfixed, unable to look away as your mother unzips the side of her skirt and lets it drop. Well, that answers where you got some of your own taste in lingerie... despite her relatively conservative outerwear, she's wearing a sleek black satin thong to go with the bra, the edges of it embroidered with roselike designs. You can feel your face flushing a little as you continue to spy... okay so you may have had a fleeting thought once or twice in passing, here and there, but for some reason now that you're secretly watching your mouther undress it's like a wall's been smashed open and lewd imaginings about her are tumbling through your brain. \n\nShe reaches back to undo her bra, heavy breasts settling a little more as she slides it off and drops it as well. Your eyes roam over the full globes of them... they've got some drape, yeah, but they're definitely still pretty full and firm, and you've never been quite so jealous of your dad. Her nipples stiffen some in the cool air conditioned room, tits swaying some as she bends down to slide the panties off and step out of them, her full ass shaking a little as she gathers up the discarded clothes. She straightens up and sets them on the bed, then just stretches, arms lifted above her head, back arching to jut those tits out, her body clad in nothing but the see-through black thigh-high stockings she's wearing.\n\nYour breathing is hard to control, and you're almost afraid that she'll hear it. You get another look at those full, beautiful, mature tits as she turns around and pauses to check her watch before taking it off. God you're so wet... wild fantasies of just marching in there and ravishing her play through your mind, with your better sense pleading at you to see reason.\n\n<hr>\n[[Act on your fantasies.|GGParent]]\n\n[[Just keep spying.|GGParent]]\n\n[[Go back to your room.|GGParent]]

<<set $CodyMet to true>>You guess you'll go meet the big Cock. Ahem.\n\nYou step outside and look around, and while he's no longer out and about in view, you quickly spot a tent with a rooster-shaped windsock swaying from it. It's a fairly large one, the sort that's meant to be easy to stand up inside, so when you tap on the front flap and hear a call of "Like, come in, bro!" you barely have to stoop to go under the front flap.\n\n"Yo, like, welcome to my jungle, bro!" Cody crows, putting his featherhands on his hips proudly. There's not much to his 'jungle' at the moment... a set of various hand weights in one corner, an exercise ball that's probably doing double duty as a chair, a sleeping bag, and one of those big rubber martial arts practice dummy torsos, albeit this one looks like a chicken and comes down far enough that it has a stiff dildo-dick jutting out in front of it. (You wonder if that's for lewd purposes or anatomically correct self-defense lessons? ... Probably both.) \n\n"Thanks. So what's your job on the island, Cody?" you ask. \n\n"Well like, my official title is that I'm, like, the physical trainer, bro!" Cody declares, holding up his (literal) chicken arms and giving a flex. He actually is decently muscular underneath the feathers, looks like. "It's my job to keep everyone in shape'n'junk! Y'know, like, especially working on their cardio wellness, that's like, important bro," he adds solemnly, holding up a fingerfeather. Then he adds blithely, "But like, also mostly I do anything requiring physical labor, bro. Like once you upgrade us to houses instead of these baller tents, I'll be the one swinging the hammer, bro!"\n\n"Oh, that makes sense," you say, nodding agreeably. "So what's your preferred cardio workout?"\n\nFifteen seconds later you're on your back on the ground, bent almost in half and with Cody's cock pounding down into your pussy, his large downy balls slapping against your ass as he tries to drive you through the fabric of the tent's floor and into the packed earth beneath. Your eyes have already rolled up in your head, your jaw clenched with the sheer intensity of his fucking. Holy shit he really is <i>strong</i> for a superdeformed cartoon character! You guess it's not just for show that he's as tall as an actual human!\n\n"Fuck fuck fuck fuck," you pant out between your gritted teeth, drool running down your cheek as you cum after less than a minute of fucking, your pussy almost geysering up against him.\n\n"Buck buck buck buck!" Cody crows as he continues to pound down into you, his large, almost muscular-feeling prick slamming into your pussy rapidly, until he lets out a "BUCKAAAAWWWWWWWWWWW!" and floods you with cum, grinding down into you as he does.\n\n'Wonder if there's a pregnancy mechanic in this game?' you think distantly as he pulls out of you, leaving you looking down at your slightly gaping pussy and the jizz pooling in it visibly as you collect your thoughts. 'Or maybe I'll just lay an egg.'\n\n"Whew! That's just, like, a basic cardio workout, bro!" Cody announces proudly as he straightens up, featherhands on his hips again as his half-hard, dripping cock wobbles in front of him with his motions. "Once you're more experienced, the workouts can last hours!"\n\n"Oh. Fuck," you say a bit faintly.\n\n"Like, yeah, bro!"\n\nEventually you get yourself to your slightly wobbly feet and go out to shower again, before considering which of the other residents to see next.\n\n<hr>\n<<if not $BuskinsMet>>[[Go visit Buskins.|GGACBuskinsMeet]]<br><br><<endif>><<if not $FukslikaMet>>[[Go visit Fukslika.|GGACFukslikaMeet]]<br><br><<endif>><<if $BuskinsMet and $FukslikaMet>>[[Oh, you've met everyone.|GGAC1x3]]<<endif>>

Ah, a new school year. During Freshman year you managed to establish yourself as one of the top three Alpha Bitches in school, with only two girls each in a year above you casting a wider net and wielding a greater power. (The fourth year was apparently still sitting largely vacant, occupied by a sort of collective of the legendary Tanya's followers.) At worst you expect to keep that spot, but maybe, just maybe... you'll be able to dethrone the junior that's above you. The senior... well. Sometimes one has to be careful about dreaming big... but you can still dream!\n\nIt's still in the first few days, a kind of 'settling in' period, and you're in the cafeteria with your "friends" (because you don't think you could get away with outright calling them your minions). The chatter is fast and furious, and you're participating largely on autopilot, your brain well-versed in what to say about fashion, celebrity gossip, and the other students at the school. You know all the right things to say so well that you don't even really have to think about them... the Alpha Bitch is in your blood, after all.\n\nUntil you look across the cafeteria and see someone. Your mouth is left slightly open, not quite getting to the casually acidic interjection you were about to make and allowing one of the other girls to state a wrong opinion unchallenged. You're not entirely sure why, but you're mesmerized at the sight of this-\n\n<hr>\n[[-boy.|MeanLove]]\n\n[[-girl.|MeanLove1x1]]

Sighing, you turn your horse back and then to the side, heading for the path along the outside of the mountain. Bellweather's maps haven't steered you wrong so far... you'll just have to hope he knew what he was doing with his instructions, and that the worst that might happen is you feel like an idiot when you find out later that the tunnel was perfectly safe.\n\nYou wind up spending an extra four days out on the mountain. They're unpleasant, all told... the pathway was obviously carved out and flattened somewhat, but either there was only so much that could be done to make it an easy path or regular rockfalls keep damaging it, because it's uneven and jarring to ride up. You probably could have made it in two days with a younger, hardier horse, but you're worried about pushing yours on this sort of path so you only travel on it when the light is fully out. There are little nooks, not quite completely enclosed, carved occasionally in the sides of the mountain that you essentially huddle up in and rest somewhat fitfully, since there's not really room to build a proper camp. It's quite cool, sometimes even cold, but you can only imagine how much worse it would be if it were actually getting into winter. You're relieved when the path finally starts sloping down, though it means you still have to be careful and pick around the rocks and... you think it's called 'scurry', little patches of small stones and gravel laying in the path left behind by small rockslides.\n\nAll said and done you're glad when the road comes into sight on the other side of the tunnel... although to add insult to exhaustion and soreness, you can see a wagon emerging from the tunnel on this side, several lightly-armored men spreading out from having closed in around it. The driver calls something to them, and they all pause and turn towards you, apparently waiting as you make the last bit of the journey back to mostly flat ground. "Guess I took that stupid path for nothing, huh?" you say ruefully.\n\n"Nah, girl, a lone traveler such as yourself, unarmed and unarmored, at this time of year? You made the right choice," one of the walking men says in a deep, resonant voice. You realize he has to be a dwarf, short and fairly broad, with a thick pale red beard that has a number of beaded braids in it. He doesn't sound nearly as Scottish as you'd expect, either... kind of Scottish, still. "In the bad travel months the tunnel is kept guarded and patrolled, but fairer weather like this, the men cannot be spared, and 'tis up to merchants to choose whether they'll hire braw fellows such as myself and my company to escort them or take the long and safer way. Likely had you taken the tunnel you'd've fell victim to some gobs... you look like a braw lass yourself, but there's a hive of them that can never seem to be wiped out entirely in Snakehead. Where are you bound?"\n\n"Stonefall, to see Hyron Steeleye," you answer, since that seems plain enough information to give someone, and he seems like a decent guy... y'know, for a gruff dwarven mercenary.\n\n"Aye? I've been on campaign with the Steeleye myself, good man... wouldn't say a friend, but we've shed blood together, others and our own, so if you're bound towards him I'll be helping you the rest of the way as I can, least I can do. Aye lads?" He pauses for a few calls of assent from the others, the driver nodding along even if he doesn't speak up. "That mountain path's not bonny even for a dwarf, human lass like yourself is probably bonesore. We're bound for Stonefall as well, so why not hitch your horse to the back of the wagon and climb inside for a rest, go the rest of the way with us."\n\nPride might make you protest, but honestly your bones really are fucking sore to say nothing of your butt, so after thanking him tiredly you do as he suggested, hitching your horse to one of the rings at the back of the wagon and climbing inside. Inside is... oh gosh, there's a huge pile of furs. ... Well, not much other place to put yourself. You flop down atop it, feeling pure fluff beneath you and sinking into the first real, untroubled sleep you've had since you left Bellweather's... although it is full of dreams of furry things rubbing against you in particularly lewd ways, to the point that you feel fairly embarrassed when one of the dwarves finally shakes you awake.\n\nTraveling in the wagon and with the escort, it's actually only two days to Stonefall, with one overnight stop, where your benefactor (whose name turns out to be Jandar) insists on paying for your inn room. Along the way you get to see why it's called the river country... not only do you pass by and over several rivers, but any time you're at elevation you can see a number of them winding their way across the land. You can see a large mountain sticking out of the ground, with only a few smaller ones spaced out near it... you can't help but feel those are probably more hills with ambition than full mountains. It looks like this area's been pretty heavily developed for merchant trade too... the roads are smooth and well-maintained, the bridges the same, and when you come in sight of Stonefall it's clearly the hub of mercantilism in the region... a number of the rivers and all the roads you can see converge there, and its outer edge is a veritable maze of gates and docks. You can see where the name came from too... dotted all about it are very large boulders, many of them easily building-sized, that must have fallen off the mountain at some point. And as you actually pass through the gate and into the city, you can see that they're not just building-sized, but have actually been carved out and turned into shops and homes, some complete with balconies added to the outside.\n\nJandar leads you to the largest of the fallen stones, which looks to have been transformed into some sort of mansion... while the outside is largely the same shape as the stone when it fell, likely to preserve the look, it's been engraved all over with tiny, intricate work that almost makes your head spin to contemplate how long it must have taken, especially since the whole surface is entirely covered with it. It actually has a fairly functional moat around it, with two streams from the rivers outside flowing together on either side, and a single wide bridge crossing it in front to lead towards the entrance. "Here I'll part ways with you, lass. I have to go wrap up my own business, and I'll not distract Hyron from his meeting with you by trying to play the old ale-friend."\n\n"Thanks, Jandar, I really appreciate this," you assure him with a smile.\n\n"Aye, lass, I've no doubt you do, but was no bother to me and as much a pleasure as an obligation. If you ever get tired of life in this bustling metropolis, come seek me out instead... give you a bit of training up and get some armor on you, I've no doubt you could be an asset to my little company."\n\nBefore you can figure out what to say to that, he turns and walks off, apparently having decided that was all that needed to be said. Shrugging a little, you turn and cross the bridge, knocking lightly on the metal-and-glass front doors just to be polite before entering them... the inside looks as much like a business office lobby as you could reasonably expect from such a level of development. You're a little surprised that the person sitting behind the desk is a woman with cat ears, her green silk dress of a modest, professional cut, showing off her youthful beauty without really <i>showing off</i>. When asked your business, you explain that you're here to see Hyron Steeleye and have a letter of introduction from someone who knows him. She explains that he's not in but will be back shortly, and shows you to his office through a pair of surprisingly large doors. Actually the whole room is pretty large, with lots of open space around the various bits of beautiful wooden furniture and polished stone slab of a desk. You'd've figured a dwarf for a sort of... claustrophic aesthetic. You sit down on one of the chairs near the desk, leaning back and waiting.\n\nA little while later the doors swing open, admitting what has to be Hyron Steeleye... as well as the obvious reason for the office's layout. Hyron's easy to pick out because, since apparently dwarves are quite a literal folk, one of his eyes is made of highly polished steel, engraved in the semblance of a more typical eye but with a ring of tiny runes around the iris. His hair is thick and black, and if you were standing (which you do, since it seems polite) he'd come up to about your shoulder. His clothes are simple but obviously of high material and quality... a blend of function and slight wealthbragging that makes it clear he's not just some day-laborer, his shirt a deep, brilliant blue that matches his remaining actual eye and his pants black. Accompanying him is a bear... a really big, very black bear, its shaggy fur making it somewhat resemble Hyron himself. It moves languidly over behind the desk and flops down with a thud that would probably shake a more traditionally-built dwelling, indulging itself in a tongue-curling yawn that shows a number of its teeth have been capped with various precious metals engraved with rings of various patterns.\n\n"I am Hyron Steeleye, my secretary said you had a letter of introduction addressed to me," the dwarf says in a direct, businesslike tone, apparently not feeling the need to bandy around a lot of pleasantries when there's a letter to read.\n\n"Ah, yeah. I mean, yes, sir," you answer, holding the letter out to him with the red wax seal turned upward.\n\nHe accepts it with scarred, thick fingers and brings it slightly to one side to glance at the seal. "Ah. Badgerback." He tosses you a brief glance that's somehow probing enough that you can't help but suspect means he might have some idea of exactly what happened that night at Bellweather's, but only for the barest instance as he turns and makes his way to the desk, already speaking as he settles in and breaks the seal. "Let us get a jump on things. I doubt Badgerback sent you here on some simple adventurous quest, or to ask me for money... he'd have come here himself if that was the case."\n\n"Yes, sir," you answer as you sit back down, since he really seems like someone you ought to be calling 'sir', and he hasn't corrected you. "Bellweather said that you could teach me a trade, help me get established. Oh, um, before anything else, I wanted to mention that a dwarf named Jandar helped me the last of the way here... we met as he was coming through the tunnel and I was coming off the side path and he saw me the rest of the way to Stonefall."\n\nHyron had been reading the letter fairly intently, but as you speak he looks up, somewhat pit-marked brow furrowing. "Jandar... Jandar... the name seems passing familiar. Bronze-bearded fellow?" At your nod, his brow smooths somewhat. "Good fellow, good soldier. Escorting wagons through Serpent's Tail? Would that it was not necessary. But thank you for passing that along," he adds, the words rather offhanded but seemingly sincere as he turns his gaze back to the letter. After another second he lets it drop to the desk and leans back in his chair. "I've little trouble with the idea of finding you a place here. Badgerback says you were departing a life at a monastery, and I cannot fault you for wanting to do something more productive with your time on this world than punching shadows and saying prayers. As long as you work as hard as is expected of you and do what is asked within reason, you'll have a place here, I'll see to it."\n\n"Thank you, sir. Ah... I mean, it's not a problem that I'm not a dwarf, is it?" you ask, a little hesitantly.\n\n"No," he answers instantly and bluntly enough. "While there are some dwarven masters who will not teach any but dwarves, Stonefall is built on the back of pragmatism. While your lifespan will not allow you to reach the height of dwarven mastery and artistry, here we understand that not every set of fireplace pokers, nor every bit and bridle need be a work of timeless art fit for the use of the high elvish kings of old," he continues, a somewhat wry tone entering his voice. "We make only objects of true quality and beauty here, to be sure, but there is an everyday sort of quality and beauty that is more than acceptable for use by a farmer who merely wishes to stir his fire and steer his horse. There is such a thing as 'pricing oneself out of the market' if what you make is only fit for kings and emperors."\n\n"Makes sense," you say agreeably, though from a lot of fantasy writing you always got the feeling that 'sense' and 'dwarves' didn't go together very well.\n\n"In any event. You could learn to work in the mines... the labor can be hard, but the comforts and pay afforded to you in return are of proper recompense for it." Hyron reaches over and begins lightly rubbing the bear's head, since it flopped down in exactly a position for him to be able to do so. "Or I could find you some work here in the town, apprenticing under a blacksmith or artisan. And as Jandar no doubt mentioned, we've always not quite enough soldiers to go around... you've already some martial training, putting you to work as a guard would likely see you gain even more skill in the art of combat. The term of indenture for a soldier is five years, at the end of which you could always trade the comfort and security of your position for higher pay as a private guard or mercenary, if you so chose. Or I could find some traveling merchant to take you in... that martial skill would be welcome, no doubt as they also taught you the trade. There is, of course, another path."\n\n"Yes, sir?"\n\n"I could make you one of my apprentices. I usually have several, and currently have time for another at the least. You'd learn everything I have to teach you... essentially, everything else I've offered so far. It is no idle boast when I say that with what I can teach you, by the time you reach full maturity, any human town or small city would be eager to have you as a governor. You would live here in my home, eating of the same meals I do and afforded the privileges and comforts I afford myself, for that is how I consider it right to treat those who swear oaths to me as my students." He waits just a moment, perhaps letting the sparkle build in your eyes at the thought, before he says, "However."\n\n"Ah... problem?" you ask, a little warily.\n\n"I can tell you are no enemy... Bronrhir has not so much as snorted at you," Hyron continues, glancing at the bear, before fixing his (in part literally) steely gaze back on you. "But you have secrets, girl. I can see them pulled around your shoulders like a cloak. Now, I've little and none care for what may have gone on in Badgerback's home, so you may set that aside," he continues, not reacting even as your face goes red. "Any being is entitled to their secrets, so I'll also not hold it against you should you choose to keep them... that will be your own business. But if you wish to live in my home and be taught by my hands, I expect more. I expect to understand who you truly are and where you truly came from, because you do not seem to me like merely some peasant reared in a remote monastery. Keep your secrets and it is fine... I'll think none the less of you as I find you some other master to teach you whatever you wish. But if you wish to be taught by me... if you wish to make a <i>friend</i> of me... then I would hear everything."\n\nSo there it is. Apparently Hyron's canny enough to pick up that you're not a local, even if he doesn't understand quite how not-local you are. It does sound like becoming his student would be the best of all those offers, both in short term comfort and long-term goals. But... what if he thinks you're crazy? Or possibly even worse, what if he thinks you're lying to his face? If honesty is that important to him, you get the sense that lying is a really bad idea. ... Of course, if it was a more believable lie than 'I'm from a whole other world'...\n\n<hr>\n[[Keep your secret.|GGMonk]]\n\n[[Tell him everything.|GGMonk]]\n\n[[Make something up.|GGMonk]]

Hm let's see... beer, meat, and money, or veganism and... leaves, or whatever. Throw on the memory of the smell of the town and imagine it ramped up by like a hundred times and yeah no it's really not that hard of a decision.\n\n'Wonder if these ones live in a mountain or what?' you muse as you turn for the leftmost path and set off. Most fantasy dwarves seem to, after all, you're having a hard time thinking of any that don't. And so far this world seems to have hewed pretty close to standard, so you're betting they live in a mountain. You'd hope that means they, and by extension you, don't just stay in the mountain all the time. You're kind of assuming they don't since the country is called "the river country" and not "the mountain country", and that if they were some sort of shut-ins Bellweather probably wouldn't be sending you to them.\n\nYour journey takes... awhile. Luckily Bellweather included plenty of handy supplies, including a firestarting kit, bedroll, lean-to tent, and a sort of long braided wire with polished stones set in it that you're supposed to lay out around your campsite to be warned of incoming danger, since you don't have anyone to trade watch shifts with. More than once you're woken up in the night by a high-pitched shrieking noise and brightly-flashing lights from the stones, sitting upright and coming aware often just in time to see something fairly indistinct go scurrying back off into the night. He also provided for your meals, including a miniature cauldron roughly the size of a salad bowl but twice the height... the note with it says that it will make the absolute best out of whatever you put in it with little necessary input from you. Since he included a fairly generous stock of jerky and dried fruit, it's actually a pretty decent way to eat on the road, all things considered... you may have made a mistake that night you mixed some beef jerky with a handful of dried cherries, but since the little cauldron still made the best of it, it was fairly edible. ... Look, you were bored, this apparently isn't a very short journey.\n\nIn fact you're overland for a fair bit of it, somewhat having to rely on keeping yourself pointed in the right direction from the last landmark to keep yourself on course as you cross numerous rolling hills and grassy plains, even fording across the occasional small river. Luckily you don't get too lost, and for the last leg of your journey there's a fairly prominent landmark you just have to keep yourself pointed towards... Snakehead Mountain. With a dramatic name like that in a setting like this, you'd expect it to have a giant, hissing cobra face on it complete with fangs and jutted tongue... alas it's more like what would get called 'Snakehead Mountain' back in your world, because the top just happens to come to a sort of weird semi-cylindrical apex that makes it look like a snake's head poking out of a burrow. Tch. Oh well, at least it's easy to keep in sight, and once it starts to grow larger you wind up finding an actual road for the first time in several weeks.\n\n'Finally,' you think, allowing your horse to settle into following the road like the well-trained beast it is as you fish out the map of this specific area Bellweather included. So just past Snakehead Mountain should be the river country proper, and at most a few more days to the town marked on the map... hm, yup, Bellweather marked the town at the base of the mountain ("Stonefall") rather than the mountain itself, now that you take a closer look at this map, that's encouraging. Looks like there's a few towns on the way there too, so hopefully your nights of sleeping outside and bathing in very cold and exposed streams are at an end. You look up from the map, seeing just how large the mountain has become, almost entirely filling your vision now. It's pretty satisfying, maybe now you can-\n\n... Hm. You frown a little as you realize that the road is leading right towards the large opening of a tunnel. The tunnel opening is clearly manmade... not only is it a carved stone arch, it's heavily decorated with all sorts of engravings and carvings, and is surrounded by what look like runes and letters... one set of which you can read, and says 'Serpent's Tail Pass'. Was that... on the map? You bring it back up and look closer... no, the guide path Bellweather drew definitely doesn't go through the map. In fact, it diverges just ahead of the mountain and then curves around one side of it before rejoining the main road. Looking up and around, you spot a somewhat older, slightly overgrown path splitting off from the road, about half as wide, and heading towards what looks like a rough, somewhat steep path curving up the side of the mountain instead. You look back at the map... it definitely indicates taking that pathway. But there's a tunnel <i>through</i> the mountain right in front of you!\n\n'Maybe they built this since the last time Bellweather was here and he doesn't even know it exists,' you think with a thoughtful frown, cantering right up to the archway and peering in. Looks like there are some sort of lamps glowing with a pale orange light at intervals along the sides... but you can see from here that several seem to be broken, creating dark gaps in the pathway just out of sight. That gives you just enough hesitation to keep it from being an easy choice, and now you're forced to wonder... follow Bellweather's map and take the long, exposed side path, or take the obviously more direct path through the tunnel?\n\n<hr>\n[[Side path.|GGMonk15x2]]\n\n[[Tunnel.|GGMonk]]

Good a place to come out as any, and maybe you can find some clues as to what the Reaping Ones are doing here, or a keycard or something. Pushing the vent open, you slide forward across the opening and then drop down feet-first, landing in a crouch on the base below. You then blink as there's a <i>shnk</i> noise from above, looking up to see that armored plating has slid into place over the whole duct, including covering the vent. You try to rush forward before more armor can deploy... only to almost break your nose against something solid surrounding the base you're on, the impact sending you toppling backwards and laying there in a daze briefly, staring up at the slight smudge on the otherwise invisible glass of the container.\n\nEven as you're scrambling to your feet, the lab's door is sliding open to admit a woman with large, foxlike ears atop her head, their pale purple fur matching her long hair, her eyes a deeper color of purple. She's wearing a lab coat over some sort of ruffled pink top that falls against her large breasts, and is tucked into the surprisingly modest length black skirt, her legs sheathed in dark hose and a pair of simple black flats on her feet.\n\n<img src="images/Soko.png">\n\n"Oh! I was starting to give up hope of ever catching anything from that trap... I went to a lot of trouble to set up that perfectly clear enclosure, after all. Hm! You seem to be Cyan Ihde, the famous bounty hunter. Well, it would be rude to know who you are without introducing myself, so! I'm Doctor Soko, your new owner!" she announces cheerfully.\n\n"In your dreams, lady," you snarl.\n\n"Oh I assure you we're both quite awake. As they say, 'possession is nine tenths of the law', and I possess you now. You became my property, and my test subject, from the moment you dropped into that containment module." She sounds so cheerful and casual about it that it's way creepier than if she were gloating and cackling. "You'll be a very valuable test subject, a human infused with Silver Star Elf technology and biological implants! I suggest, for your own good, that you agree to cooperate with my experiments peacefully and willingly... or at least not make too big of a fuss. The more cooperative you are, the more pleasant we can keep the experimentation."\n\n"Why the hell would I ever-"\n\n"Because if you make some attempt to try to escape or attack me, I'm afraid the delicate alarms I've set up in my areas will go off, and Drakkon will most certainly be alerted," Soko interrupts evenly. "And considering the number of times you've killed him, I think we can both imagine the sort of experimentation that <i>he'd</i> like me to put you to. And, well, I own you, he owns me, it's all a bit of a vicious cycle!" she declares with a cheery giggle, waving a hand around in the air as her ears give a flick. "So, what will it be?"\n\n<hr>\n[["Fuck you!"|GGMS]]\n\n[["..."|GGMS]]\n\n[["... Fine."|GGMS]]

Ooo yes, definitely some delicious characters there! You grin wolfishly (appropriately enough) and select Final Fantasy VII, then glance at the available characters.\n\n[[Tifa Lockhart|GG-FF-BB-TifaStart]]\n\n[[Yuffie Kisaragi|GG-FF-BB-YuffieStart]]\n\n[[Aerith Gainsborough|GG-FF-BB-AerStart]]\n\n[[Fight all three|GG-FF-BB-FF7TrioStart]]\n\n[[Cloud Strife|GG-FF-BB-CloudStart]]

You don't want to stand here looking at naked lizardmen with their big floppy human-style dicks all day. ... Like, okay, maybe a little while, but not all day. But you've definitely got more important things to get to the bottom of than listening to the rank and file chatter.\n\nYou continue on crawling through the vents, keeping an eye and an ear out for any further places that might be of more interest. Eventually you spot some light from ahead and edge up to the next vent, peering inside. Huh, looks like a laboratory of some sort, or maybe a medical center? It definitely has a vague 'mad scientist's abode' look to it, though luckily without any of the blood smears or dissected bodies that would indicate this is some sort of horror genre shift.\n\nHm... looks empty for sure, you think as you tilt your head, peeking from a few more angles. No doctors <i>or</i> test subjects that you can see, this might be an okay place to come out of the ducts... they're insanely roomie, but only as far as air ducts go, obviously, and it looks like while there's a round circle on the floor below that looks like the base for something, there's nothing actually on it right now.\n\n<hr>\n[[Drop down.|GGMS7x2]]\n\n[[Continue on.|GGMS]]

"Hey, Tanya," you call, beckoning her over. Once she's moved to your side, you grin and give her side a nudge, nodding towards what you spotted. "Look."\n\n"... Whoa," Tanya says the moment she sees what you mean, her eyes widening. "Uh, that's certainly... I don't remember the one at the restaurant when I was a kid having <i>that</i>."\n\n"Maybe someone did it as a prank when they were shutting down," you suggest, speaking your earlier theory aloud. Grinning, you raise your phone and snap a picture, Tanya looking embarrassed but giggling a bit. "Hey, I dare you to pull down his shorts."\n\n"Whaaat?" Tanya says in shock and mild outrage that is obviously at least fifty percent feigned.\n\n"C'mon, most likely all that'll happen is like a stuffed sock or something falling out."\n\n"Mmmmm... well, okay, since you dared me," Tanya says cheerfully enough, turning off her phone and slipping it into a pocket. You keep the light fixed on the area in question as Tanya scoots around, biting her lower lip but overall looking quite entertained as she slips her perfectly-manicured nails into the top of the shorts, running them back and forth carefully, her knuckles brushing along the sort of felted grey surface of his (literally) sculpted stomach, before she hauls the shorts down.\n\n"Whoa," both of you say in unison, albeit in different tones, as something that's definitely not a stuffed sweatsock comes spilling out, wobbling heavily back and forth between the animatronic's legs. It's a large, black rubber cock... one covered with exaggerated, thick veins, a particularly fat head with a wide, just almost flared edge at the bottom of said head, and even a pair of heavy, swaying balls that are similarly grey-felted like the surface of the rest of the robot.\n\n"Uh, this doesn't look like anyone's prank," Tanya notes, her eyes locked on the phallus, in her surprise not bothering to hide her blatant interest... in its existence, at least, if not its utility. "It definitely looks like he, er, it was built with this thing."\n\n"Yeah I'd have to agree," you say, taking a step closer. While there is a seam on the crotch where it looks like the... device... was attached, it looks like all the other animatronic's seams, meaning it was probably done at the factory. Or wherever these things were made. You glance at Tanya, then slowly reach out, briefly rubbing over the animatronic's felted plastic abs so you have something to compare it to before reaching down and cupping one of its almost softball-sized faux testicles.\n\n"So, uh, how's it feel?" Tanya asks, leaning in a bit, definitely starting to look more than objectively curious.\n\n"Yeah it definitely feels like the same stuff, just less wear," you murmur, after a moment hefting and shifting the thing. The orb inside is definitely firm and perfectly round... hell for all you know it might <i>be</i> an actual softball. The sack itself seems to be made out of some yielding plastic like a heavy-duty grocery bag, just covered by that layer of gray felting or flocking or whatever you'd call it. \n\nPerhaps emboldened by your own motions, Tanya reaches out and wraps a hand around the big rubber shaft... or tries to, since her fingertips won't actually touch. Shooting you a bemused look, the two of you let out a rather sophomoric giggle as she gives it a few strokes. You can see her nibbling her lower lip again, the look in her eye starting to change a bit as she runs her own hand up and down along its length.\n\nThen she suddenly yelps and yanks her hand back as if she'd almost been burned. "It <i>twitched</i>!"\n\n"Oh it did not," you scoff. "You're just getting excited."\n\nTanya eyes you in annoyance. "Look, we both know what I spent plenty of my time in college doing, I <i>know</i> what it feels like when a dick moves in my hand, and I'm telling you it twitched!"\n\nYou raise an eyebrow, then pass her the flashlight. You reach your hand out, then hesitate briefly out of a mingling of embarrassment and some faint 'Well what if...?' But then you wrap your hand around the girthy rubber phallus and start stroking it slowly, feeling the slightly tacky substance slide across your palm and fingers. Admittedly you haven't engaged in this particular activity nearly as much as your much more popular friend, but you still have a pretty fair idea of what to do to illicit a response. "... I don't feel anything. Maybe I'm just not his-" you start to say drolly, but the word "-type?!" turns into a squeak as you feel a distinct, heavy throb against your hand. More than that you can actually see the twitch of its length, and yank your hand back in shock.\n\nAs both you and Tanya watch wide-eyed, the rubber cock slowly but smoothly rises into the air, until it's jutting out at an upward angle like a flagpole. It hasn't gained much width and girth, but it was already massive as it was and now, actually stiff and sticking out like that, it at least <i>looks</i> much bigger.\n\n<hr>\n[[Too freaky! Run for it!|WilmaFun]]\n\n[["... Huh."|WilmaFun9x2]]

Why not. Everyone calls them Mary Sues but maybe you're just in the mood for some glowy shit today. You click on the Star Elf image, then go ahead and click the Female options... you can't take male Star Elves seriously, they're shaped like doritos.\n\nThe image comes up of a pale-skinned woman with long, backswept ears that taper to points, her eyes black-scleraed with long, glowing white hair, wearing a flowing, vaguely translucent robe. Huh, the graphics do look a lot better, you have to admit... actually, she looks a lot like you, you notice, that's a weird coincidence. Anyway, the game's now asking you for your next choice, character class.\n\n<center>Choose your hero's path to glory!</center>\n\n[[Cleric|GGWOW1x3]]\n\n[[Druid|GGWOW8x1]]\n\n[[Amazon|GGWOW9x1]]

"The robot, or the dick?" Tanya asks with an amused snicker.\n\n"Well I was thinking the robot," you answer with a short laugh of your own, directing the beam of your flashlight up to its face. "It already looks a bit scary, maybe it's got a spooooky ghoooost in there, hahaha!"\n\nThe light catches on the animatronic's eyes, just enough for you to draw your own. Then the reflection changes, turning into a deep, swirling purple luminence that seems to grow deeper, turning those simple black plastic pupils into deep, dark tunnels that draw your mind in as you stare.\n\nFor just a moment you're terrified, your eyes going wide... then they sag heavily, a sort of deep, uncaring lethargy coming over you. Your hands come up and mechanically undo your jeans, shoving them and your panties down, wiggling your bare ass in the cool night air. Beside you Tanya is similarly undressing with the same jerky, somnambulic motions, both of you's tits dropping free and wobbling almost in unison as you pull them off. Both of you now naked in the dark little stable, you step forward and then kneel, turning your attention to Beefy's massive rubber cock.\n\nSoft little "mmf" and "nnh" and other little moaning noises escape your throat, all of it seeming to come from some distance away, as if you were dreaming of watching yourself sleepwalking. Both you and Tanya's hands have come up to fondle Beefy's massive felted ballsack, rolling those massive orbs around inside it in your hands as your mouths go to work on that throbbing artificial black prick. It really is like a dream... you're just doing it, kneeling there in the dark, eerie quiet of the abandoned park servicing a creepy animatronic's cock with your mouth. You have no idea why, you just are, unfazed by those swirling purple pupils gazing down at you, and something like a deep, unearthly chuckle sounding from not quite inside Beefy Fajeeta's throat.\n\nNo, there is nothing but licking and kissing his fat, throbbing rubber member and gazing up at that immobile, inhuman face as it stares down at you, those deep holes that his pupils have become constantly pulling you downward into the darkness, shrouding you in that strange purple light. You lick and suck his cock and lick and suck his cock and lick and suck his cock and lick and suck his cock his cock his cock his cock his cock.\n\nEventually though you draw back, watching dully as Tanya lays back on the dirty floor of the stable, spreading her legs wide, baring her pussy to the watching eyes of the animatronic. With a loud clanking, grinding, and whirring of old gears it steps forward, spit-dripping cock swaying and wobbling gently in the air with its weight, before it settles down to its knees. Its massive hand comes forward to grip its prick, giving the artificial member a few slaps right on Tanya's crotch and belly, before drawing back and positioning itself.\n\nBeefy thrusts forward mercilessly, Tanya giving a gurgle and shuddering, her eyes rolling, a soft, low whimper escaping her lips, but otherwise she doesn't make a sound, despite her flat stomach bulging up obscenely with the outline of the big rubber dong. Then those big hands wrap around Tanya's forearms, gripping tightly as the clanking, thunking robot begins brutally fucking her, slamming that massive artificial prick into her stretched pussy again, those hefty, hard felted balls slapping into her ass roughly each time.\n\n"Unh, unh, unh, unh, unh," Tanya grunts softly, her eyes rolled up and body twitching, but otherwise barely responding. It's like she's not even really in there, just a silent passenger to her body being used, the hard impacts of the massive robot's hips shaking her every time, her head jostling about, tits bouncing and swaying wildly with every thrust, but just that soft, repetitive, "Unh, unh, unh, unh," sound threading through the grind of motors and the impact of plastic and rubber on skin.\n\nYou kneel there, one hand mechanically toying with one of your tits, the other tucked between your legs, keeping your own hole hot and ready. As the fucking drags on, as Tanya's skin begins to glisten with sweat, her motions first to grow more frantic in little twitches and jerks and twists of her body, and then starting to fade again, a thought manages to worm its way through the haze of your mind.\n\n'He's fucking her to death. He's literally fucking the soul out of her body. And it's my turn next.'\n\n<hr>\n[[Best be patient then.|WilmaFun]]\n\n[["... Wait, WHAT?!?!?"|WilmaFun]]

You glance almost worriedly at the rest of the animatronic, but it hasn't moved in the slightest... it's just as statue-still as when you discovered it. "... Huh," you say, giving the erect rubber cock a light poke with one finger and making it wobble... but not very much. It's obviously <i>quite</i> heavy.\n\nYour own reaction seems to have calmed Tanya a bit, and she's not looking back and forth between the phallus and the animatronic, her face red but her expression once more mostly curious. "That's pretty weird."\n\n"Well remember what I said about the owner of the park supposedly going nuts and including a lot of <i>inappropriate</i> stuff," you note, resisting the urge to poke it again. "Which would explain the animatronics being, ah, anatomically correct maybe. I also heard rumors that he had access to some really high-end stuff that he used in totally unnecessary ways."\n\n"'High-end stuff'?" Tanya echoes, staring at the erectable rubber dildo now. "So what would that make this?"\n\n<hr>\n[["Maybe it's an advanced sex toy."|WilmaFun10x1]]\n\n[["Maybe the animatronic's a sexbot."|WilmaFun]]\n\n[["Heh, maybe it's haunted."|WilmaFun9x3]]

"Let's go see if we can find that art gallery thing," you suggest. "If there are still any of those statues here I want to see for myself."\n\n"Cool. I think it was like... this way?" Kev suggests, turning and pointing down one hallway. "Maybe?"\n\n"Not like they provided much of a map," Leslie notes as all of you set off, each holding a camp lantern or flashlight. \n\n"Yeah, but I think when that one lady was wandering around and found the statue room, art gallery, whatever it was, she left from this room and went down here, so unless it was just a completely different layout..." Kev opens various doors and peeks in as he goes along, giving brief glimpses of rooms with furniture draped in sheets. Then he gives a soft 'wow', opening one door further. "Yeah, this is totally it."\n\nIndeed, inside is a particularly large room, and running down the center of it on either side of the dusty red strip of carpet, are statues on bases. Although, "These definitely weren't the ones that were in the movie," you note, staring a little at some of the more... explicitly-proportioned statues. While a handful of them are the classy, pseudo-Greek statues like in the film, others are practically perverse, featuring huge-breasted women with detailed vaginas, or naked males with erect, jutting cocks. Some of them aren't even human, showing more monster-like features. A handful of them are headless, and a glance behind them shows that the heads are resting on little display pillars, including one of an obvious Medusa-like being with rearing snakes for hair and a contorted, fanged maw. There are several empty stands down at the end, and you wonder if at least some of the statues have been removed... or stolen?\n\nIn any event you notice that unlike the movie, the statues aren't the only things on display. There's a massive guillotine in one section, looking like it might be authentic to your untrained eye... wow, wonder how many French aristocrats went through that thing? Or if the headless statues have anything to do with it, it does have a blade attached and it looks sharp. Could it be sharp enough to cut stone? Naaah, surely not. \n\nThere's also a case with what looks like little sculptures in it... spiders? Maybe scorpions, it's hard to tell precisely from here. There are a few others with what looks like jewelry in them... surely all fake costume jewelry from some film scene that got left on the cutting room floor, right? No one would leave actual jewels in a place like this.\n\n"What?" James suddenly asks, looking right at you.\n\n"I didn't say anything," you inform him, giving him a confused glance.\n\n"I... thought I heard someone say something."\n\n"I kinda did too," Leslie admits, glancing around. "Didn't you?"\n\nNow that you realize it, you did sort of hear something like a mutter, but assumed it was just one of the others. But Kev looks as confused as the rest of you. Huh. Weird. ... Probably just imaginations acting up in this creepy old house. Probably.\n\n<hr>\n[[Look at the empty bases.|GGHH25x2]]\n\n[[Look at the statue heads.|GGHH26x1]]\n\n[[Look at the guillotine.|GGHH]]\n\n[[Look at the display cases.|GGHH27x1]]\n\n[[Listen for the whispering.|GGHH]]

Feeling a strange sense of panic run through you, you start hurriedly scraping and jabbing at the grime covering the little bronze plate, feeling sweat start to trickle down your forehead and the sides of your face as letter by letter it's revealed, until you're staring at the full thing.<style type="text/css" scoped>.GeneratedText { font-family:Copperplate;font-size:2em;letter-spacing:0.2em;line-height:1.3em;padding:1.5em;}</style><div class="GeneratedText">Cyan LaChance</div>\n\n"That's... that's not possible, I-" You stammer, only to yelp as you suddenly find yourself straightening up without intending to, as if your back were being forcibly moved. You can hear the others giving their own cries of shock, and as your legs move on their own to turn you around, you can see them similarly moving in stiff, slightly inhuman motions that show they're not in control of their own bodies. You find yourself staring back at Kev, his expression of terror the only thing that's apparently under his control. You try to call out to the others, to ask them what happened, but your throat has gone tight and stiff, as if your vocal chords were paralyzed. Instead you're forced to watch helplessly as Kev's hands move in those awkward, slow motions to start pulling off his shirt, your own limbs doing the same, apparently under the control of someone or something else as you're forced to pull your T-shirt off and bare your tits to the room and Kev's frightened eyes.\n\nHis hands move down to undo his pants, bending forward to shove them and his underwear down, but then your own view swings as you too bend over to push down your jeans and panties, your ass jutted up in the air as your fingers move on their own to yank open the laces of your boots. Your hands shove both boots and jeans off, and then you're straightening up to the sight of a naked Kev, his limp cock dangling in front of him. Whatever humiliation he may feel is clearly drowned out by fear, which only ramps up as he takes a step back and onto the empty base behind him, your own spiking as your feet copy the motion and step you back onto the base behind you as well.\n\nKev's body moves again, lifting him up onto the balls of his feet, back arching as if he were trying to present a pair of tits, legs angling as his hands tuck behind his head in a clear 'showoff' motion of his skinny body. Your own hands lift up and to your chest, angled away as the sides of your palms press to the undersides, as if saying 'here are my tits', the gesture one that would be deeply embarrassing if the fact that your body was making it without your permission wasn't so terrifying. Your mouth goes dry as across from you, Kev begins to... change. His skinny body begins smoothing out, becoming more svelte and almost feminine, gangly arms and legs becoming sleek and svelte. Just from the way his hips change you can tell his butt must be becoming more pert and girlish, his nipples growing puffier even as his chest remains flat. His somewhat gawkish face also changes, becoming beautiful, womanly, as his hair grows down his back and takes on thick, rich curls.\n\nBut even as you watch his own transformation, you can feel your own going on, having the sense of filling out... almost everywhere. Your legs and hips gaining roundure, your ass fullness, your own hair growing thicker and longer, tumbling down almost to your knees. But your tits are the most affected, swelling and growing, becoming larger and fuller by the moment, until your hands are actually lifting them up in presentation, offering up the thick, dark nipples in clear invitation. Out of the corner of your eye you can see James and Leslie shifting and changing as well, though the inability to turn your head or even move your eyes means that the only one you can see clearly is Kev, now having become a complete and utter feminine beauty of a boy, his cock having shrunken slightly and remaining soft, the curls that had been at the base of it disappearing along with any of his other body hair, leaving him completely smooth.\n\nAnd smoother still with what happens next, something you can't say really surprises you at this point, even as it horrifies you. The tips of his toes turn white... marble white, the color spreading gradually up his toes and feet along his legs, even as you can feel a cold numbness spreading up your own feet and legs at the same pace. Since you can't look down at yourself, you can only watch as the marble continues gradually edging up his legs, going more slowly the higher it gets. It's inching along by the time that it moves across his smooth sack and small, limp cock, etching them in pure white stone, even as you can feel a strange stroking sensation along your pussylips and inside you before that too disappears in the cold numbness.\n\nThough his and your legs were petrified in minutes, it takes hours for the marble to work its way up your chests, giving you ample time to feel your full, milky tits gradually turning to unyielding, artfully-carved marble. By the time you lose all sensation in them and feel your vocal cords becoming well and truly paralyzed as the stone begins its path up your neck, your mind has become much more naturally numbed, the terror having stoked you beyond the breaking point until all that's left is a blank acceptance that you'll soon be a marble statue. Long before the white marble reaches your jaw and begins closing around your matured and graceful face, your eyes have gone blank and your mind empty, with nothing to do but wait for the inevitable, your vision gradually going dark, the last thing you see being Kev's empty, smooth marble eyes, devoid of pupil or life.\n\n<hr>\n[[Game Over.|GGHH25xEnd]]

"Hey, these have name tags," you note, glancing at the base of one of the statues. "Probably means if we go look at the empty ones we'll be able to tell what was removed."\n\nThe others shrug a little, but apparently have no objections, your little group making its way down the red carpet to the end where the empty stands are. You bring your camp lantern in close to the base, but the little metal plaque is completely coated in dust and grime. Frowning, you rub at it with your thumb, kind of wishing you'd worn long sleeves or something. Gradually, you start getting bits of it off, jabbing at grime with your thumbnail to reveal bits of embossed lettering.\n\n"Uh... guys," James says, his voice shaking with obvious disquiet as he looks over at you, his eyes showing a small amount of white all the way around. "This... this thing says my name."\n\n"What?" Kev blurts in reply, staring at him.\n\n"This one has mine," Leslie says in a strained voice, staring down at the small plaque at the base across from that.\n\n"The fuck...?" you almost mouth, starting to look back at the plaque in front of you, your nail in mid-scratch. \n\n<hr>\n[[Hurriedly finish revealing the letters.|GGHH25x3]]\n\n[[Noooooooooope.|GGHH]]

"I dunno," you allow, since she brought it up. "I guess maybe I might be interested in something at least a little special."\n\n"Oh?" Lina smiles at that, stepping closer.\n\n"Yeah. I actually don't have any really fancy sets of underwear," you admit. "I mean, I've got some nice stuff, I guess? But not anything you'd call fancy."\n\n"Oh, that won't do at all!" Lina gasps, putting her fingers to her mouth as if horrified, then smiling and winking at you again. "Every girl ought to have plenty of fancy stuff to suit her mood. Tell you what... let me bring up a couple of different selections. Then you can pick one out, and I'll make a gift of it to you."\n\nThat makes you blink. "What, like, for free?"\n\n"For completely free. Consider it an investment in a future customer, because trust me... when you try on some of these, you'll feel like a whoooole new person," she coos, eyes twinkling. "And I'm betting you'll like that person, and that person will want a looot more underwear over the years to keep feeling that way."\n\nWell, it's a little bit of overextending the metaphor, but you guess you can't argue with free stuff. "Thanks, that'd be great!"\n\n"Let me just assemble some different sets," Lina says, beckoning you over to a small, mostly clear table, then heading off into the store. A few minutes later she returns and begins laying things out. "I haven't measured you, but I have a pretty good idea for sizes. Call it my own gift, that I'm using to give you this gift," she adds with a soft laugh. "But here, we have a set in lovely '[[Bubblegum Pink|GGLing3x1]]'," she explains, laying her fingers along a set of, as said, <i>extremely</i> pink and very lacy bra and panties, the panties a rather skimpy thong and the bra looking like it's about a half-cup. "And then, this color is called [[Blood Wine|GGLing1x2]]," she continues, indicating a somewhat more modestly and solidly cut set in what looks like satin, a luscious, rich dark red color.\n\n"Then we have '[[Rosevine Green|GGLing]]'," she continues, indicating a somewhat lacey but relatively modestly-cut set patterned with rosevines, with a single red rose in the center of the bra and at the top of the waistband of the panties. "And if you want to go with something a bit more on the 'comfy' side while still being suitably fancy, there's this '[[Power Blue|GGLing]]' set," she adds, indicating a set of black-trimmed, deep blue bra and boyshorts, though the boyshorts have a hint of lace trim and the bra zips up the front with a small decorative pull, so you guess they still count as fancy.\n\n"And finally," Lina says, grinning rather wickedly as the two of you come to the end of the table, both her hands indicating the last set of lingerie. "We have '[[Mistress Black|GGLing]]'." As might be expected, they're a deep, thorough shade of black. The top is a lace-up-the-front corset style garment with strapless cups, and the bottom is a lacy, crotchless G-string. It also apparently includes a garter belt and tall, solid, shiny stockings. She's even set a pair of stiletto heels next to them.\n\n"Uh... really went all out on that last one, huh?" you note, blushing.\n\n"Sometimes you have to go all the way or none of the way," she replies, eyes twinkling. "But go on, pick whichever you like. Then just head to that fitting room over there and slip into them, you can wear them home."

"I'll partner up with Agent Black, yeah," you declare with a grin.\n\n"Really?" Handler lets out a sigh. "What on earth about what I said made that sound attractive?"\n\n"Uh, teenager, boss," Fuchsia notes with a quirked eyebrow.\n\nHandler opens her mouth. Closes it. Frowns slightly. Then puts a gloved hand to her face. "Yes, I rather see my error now. But, very well. It's as I said, her methods are unconventional but effective, and my superiors will likely be glad to hear we've arranged a protege for her. At the moment, she is embedded in a deep cover operation that will not end for some time yet. I would suggest that for now you return home, and do your best to work on basic physical fitness training and other mental exercises. Do not neglect your studies, Agent Cyan, it can be surprising how often 'useless' information you learn in school or simple self-study can become relevant in the field."\n\n"Yes ma'am," you agree. Tch, you're going to have to wait for who-knows-how-long to start training with your badass plays-by-her-own-rules new mentor? Dang. Oh well, good things come to those who wait, you guess.\n\nAfter you head to the dressing room to literally peel out of your suit and put your own clothes back on, your mother doing the same, the two of you return to the car and are soon driving back home. Your mother's quiet for about half the drive before she says, "Dear, about this Agent Black..."\n\n"Er... sorry I didn't pick you, Mom, just-"\n\n"Oh no dear, it's fine. You're a teenager, me dropping you off at school is embarrassing, I can easily enough see how working as my apprentice would be a little daunting," she says wryly, before her expression turns serious again. "No, my concern is that Agent Black is known for... well, 'living it up'. She doesn't really have a steady life outside of the job, and personally I feel that's to her detriment, though she certainly doesn't see it that way. It's been my experience that the most well-adjusted agents are those who have a nice, normal civilian life to return to outside of the job. Agent Black cannot, and likely will not, <i>order</i> you to abandon that life, but she may try to tempt you into doing so yourself. ... I'd at the very least like you to finish high school and college before considering making the agency your life, dear, so that you have time to really discover yourself. Just keep that in mind."\n\nObjectively you see her argument, though admittedly it's a bit difficult to make yourself see the necessity of high school when a jetsetting spy lifestyle awaits. Still, over the rest of summer break, you do your best to think over her advice, and to follow Handler's advice as well, doing a bit more on the exercise front and doing more reading of a nonfictional/non-game-related nature. Since your mother doesn't really talk about the agency at home, it almost starts to feel like the whole thing was just a really vivid, well-remembered dream you had, and maybe this whole 'spy' thing isn't going to happen after all.\n\nUntil, of course, you're approaching school on the first day of the semester, and jump a little at a sudden, somehow melodious honk from behind as a car pulls up to the curb. It's... a real beauty, a sleek little thing, not quite full 'supercar' but definitely getting there, its custom plates reading 'BLACKD'. The woman in the driver's seat has long raven hair, light skin, and is wearing a pair of sunglasses that probably cost more than most of the other cars passing her, not to mention how much the black silk blouse she's wearing probably set her back, its buttons undone to give a tantalizing glimpse of her rather full cleavage.\n\n"Well hey there, rookie. Kept you waiting, huh?" she asks in an amused tone, tilting her sunglasses down to reveal almost purple eyes as she smirks, her lips painted a rich red.\n\nYou stare, your jaw going a little slack, before you blurt, "You're-?!" Then, clearing your throat, you step closer and lean in a bit. "You're, ah, her?"\n\n"Agent Black, honey. There's no one around, and you can't live your entire life worrying about spy satellites," the woman replies drolly, giving you a winning smile. She hits a control on the car's console, and the passenger side door slides upward and forward, leaving the seat accessible. "C'mon, hop in."\n\n"We have a mission?" you say a bit excitedly.\n\n"No, not yet, I'm on cooldown. Which means I can start training you in how to be on cooldown," she adds, eyes sparkling behind her sunglasses. "I mean, c'mon, what else are you going to do? Attend <i>high school</i>? Baby you're already an international spy, you think the agency cares about your standardized test scores? Let's go live it up!"\n\n<hr>\n[[Hell yeah!|BlackSpy]]\n\n[[... welllll...|BlackSpy]]

"Let's challenge one of the others," you suggest, glancing along the various beastmen (and that one human-looking guy) lined up at the sides of the throne. "None of them look like they're near as badass as he is. And if they were, they'd probably be King, right?"\n\n"Got a point there," Kama agrees eagerly, which immediately makes you doubt yourself.\n\n"Alright, but which one?" Meridia asks.\n\n"I say the Master of Coin," Liyal pipes up. "They're usually in charge of deciding what businesses the crown opens and operates, after all. If they don't have casinos, we could be the first to open some!"\n\n"Nah, nah, Master of War is where it's at," Kama rebuts. "We came here 'cause they raid good shit, remember? Master of War is the one that says who gets raided and what gets distributed!"\n\n"We could no doubt do well for ourselves in almost any of the posts," Meridia says in a calming voice. "Yet again, we need but pick one."\n\n"But who will fight them? We don't even know who is who," Meridia points out.\n\n"I'll just tack it on once whoever it is steps forward, you've trusted my decisions so far, right?" you point out.\n\nThe others glance at one another, but apparently have no qualms and just nod in agreement. "Who then?"\n\n<hr>\n[[Master of Coin.|GGWar6x2]]\n\n[[Master of Magic.|GGWar]]\n\n[[Master of Spies.|GGWar]]\n\n[[Master of War.|GGWar]]\n\n[[Master of Slaves.|GGWar]]

"You came to my dungeon with shitty starter equipment and wound up getting defeated, after all," you say breezily. "Don't want the same thing to happen to Tonya again!"\n\nToren opens and closes his mouth a few times, obviously not quite able to figure out how to protest being turned into an inanimate object without sounding like he's protesting protecting his sister. While he's still gulping like a fish, you turn your attention to the text entry. Now, to turn him into-\n\n<hr>\n[[-some armor.|GGDungeon]]\n\n[[-a Ring of Shocking.|GGDungeon]]\n\n[[-a sword.|GGDungeon]]\n\n[[-panties.|GGDungeon]]

You head into the living room and flop onto the couch, looking appreciatively at the LCD bigscreen that's a new addition since you were here last. You lean forward and pick up the iPad-style controller and start scrolling through the movie and TV options.\n\n<b>[[Netflix|Camping1x2]]</b>: You can just find a movie to watch and kill the time until Aunt Kelly gets back. \n\n<b>[[Adult Channels|Camping]]</b>: Looks like Aunt Kelly has the full subscription package that the TV provider offers, including an array of porn offerings. She did say she'd be gone for a few hours at least, should be safe to check 'em out.\n\n<b>[[Trance FM|Camping4x1]]</b>: It's an icon all by itself, so you're not really sure what it's for. You're guessing by the name it's some electronic music station, you do sort of like that stuff...

You head to the kitchen for popcorn and a soda before sprawling out on the couch and finding something out of the 'Popular on Netflix' list. You finish a showing of The Current Popular Superhero Movie and are browsing around for another movie to watch when you hear the front door open and close.\n\n"Sam!" Aunt Kelly calls, prompting you to hit the 'Off' icon on the pad and quickly set it back in its holster. Your aunt pokes her head into the room, grinning. "Sorry about that, but c'mon. If we leave we can still get there before night."\n\nThe two of you toss your bags into the SUV and set off on the several-hour trip to the nearby national park, situated at the edge of one of the largest protected forests in North America. You pass the time telling Kelly about your first year of high school, and in return she tells you about her latest trip to China to broker some trades on vases. (It's more interesting the way she tells it.) It's a rather nice time really, and soon the two of you are pulling up to the gate of the park. The ranger gives you both the standard lecture about fires, not wandering too far from paths, things like that, but seems mostly interested in collecting the camping fee and getting you waved on through. Kelly guides the SUV fairly slowly along the paved paths, heading deeper into the forest a bit, until finding a fairly far-back campsite and pulling into one of the two accompanying parking places.\n\n"Hm." She climbs out of the car and looks around, hands on her hips as she eyes the concrete and metal firepit, the wooden fenceposts around the site and the obviously-recently-mowed grass between that and the trees, and the signs pointing towards a bathroom building. "This is a little less like 'authentic camping' than I was originally picturing." Glancing over at you as you haul your bags out of the car, she walks over to lift out some of the camping equipment. "What do you say, should we head further into the forest, actually camp somewhere further than six feet from concrete?"\n\n<hr>\n[[Sounds good!|Camping5x1]]\n\n[[Probably best not to.|Camping1x3]]

"I dunno, that guy told us not to even wander too far from the road. If he comes by and finds us actually camping out there he might kick us out."\n\n"Hm, good point." Your aunt makes a face. "That would put an end to our trip pretty quickly, since it's not like there's a competing national park around. Alright, kiddo, I guess this is as rustic as we're getting. At least it means not hauling all this stuff through the woods."\n\nThe two of you begin setting up your tents (not an especially onerous task, apparently Aunt Kelly spent quite a bit of money to make sure you could both avoid the trial of figuring out which bendy pole gets twisted over where) and setting up some of the other equipment she brought along. As you're shoving the cooler around trying to decide whether it should be completely out of the way or used as a potential seat around the fire pit, the both of you hear another vehicle approach. Turning to look, you see a heavy-duty red truck (F-350, it says) with a covered bed rumble to a stop in front of your campsite. The doors open and a man and woman get out... you'd peg them as a little older than your parents, a tall man with dark hair shot through with grey wearing jeans and a denim jacket, and his similarly-attired wife with long auburn hair in a low ponytail.\n\n"Hey, you two!" the woman calls genially, smiling and waving. "Hope we're not disturbing you or anything." \n\n"No, it's fine," your aunt replies politely. "Can we help you with anything?"\n\n"Well I'm Gloria, this is Mitch, we live near the park. During vacation season we'll load up with firewood and fruits and veg, stuff we've got too much of ourselves, and come by to see if any of you campers would like to buy it for cheap. Interested at all?"\n\nAunt Kelly glances over at you, as if to ask what you think.\n\n<hr>\n[[It'd save us some trouble...|Camping1x4]]\n\n[[Nah.|Camping]]

"Let's take a look, no reason to hit the boil-in-the-bag stuff right away if we don't have to," you suggest to your aunt.\n\n"Good point."\n\n"You two just come around here and take a look at what we've got to offer," Mitch announces, lifting the cover of the truckbed and then lowering the tailgate. You walk around, Aunt Kelly following close behind, and turn to peer into the truckbed. You start to turn towards Mitch in confusion when you notice it's empty, only to feel something sting the side of your neck. You wobble, your vision going blurry and then dark. You're semi-conscious for long enough to feel yourself being picked up and half-lain half-tossed into the truckbed, and to feel your aunt's limp form thump against you. Then you hear the tailgate and cover closing, and you're out.\n\nWhen you come to, you can feel your bare footsoles on cold concrete. You groan, your head slumped forward so that the first thing you see when you open your eyes is your own naked body, B-cup breasts capped by nipples gone hard in the cold air. You raise your head to look at your own raised arms and see that your wrists are wrapped with cord and fastened to a rope coming down from the darkness above you with a carabiner. Looking around, you seem to be in some sort of really big barn, complete with stalls and a lot of odd-looking equipment you can't place... and a king-sized bed with no sheets? You crane your head to look to the sides, and on your right spot Aunt Kelly. She's just as naked as you are and trussed up identically, her DD's swaying a bit as she gives a few testing tugs on her tied arms. It looks like they've supplemented her bonds with a ballgag. She looks over at you, a vaguely panicky look on her face, then obviously does her best to look calm when she notices you're awake.\n\n"Glad you're awake!" Mitch calls as he and his wife walk towards you from the darker parts of the barn, a pair of big black dogs trotting along obediently behind. Both adults are naked, showing that despite being in their late forties, they're obviously well-maintained, Mitch's body firm and muscular, his very long cock swaying limply between his legs as he walks, Gloria's body smooth and mostly unlined by age, her D-cup breasts having sagged slightly but still maintaining a nice teardrop shape. The dogs aren't any breed you recognize... they're shaped and furred a lot like huskies, but biggier, and definitely much darker, their muzzles a bit thicker. Each has one blue eye and one brown eye, on opposite sides... twins? \n\n"What's going on? Why are you doing this?" you ask, trying not to let your voice shake too much despite how scared you are.\n\n"Oh, come now, you're a big girl, both of those should be perfectly obvious. We kidnapped you both for some fun! Thought we'd snagged a mother and daughter at first, but then we looked through your things." He holds up your smartphone and waggles it. "But, next best thing. Now, here's how this works. I've decided that since you were the one who decided to step into our trap, you're going to make the decisions about what happens, and your aunt better follow along with what you decide." He walks over and sets the phone down on a nearby table, then walks over closer to you, grinning. "If you cooperate and be good girls, we'll drop you back at your campsite before your rent's due to expire, no harm done. If you don't cooperate, well, we'll still drop you back at your campsite when we're done, but no promises as to your condition when we do. What will it be, cutie?"\n\n<hr>\n[[Cooperate.|Camping1x5]]\n\n[[Refuse.|Camping]]

"I'll do what you say," you whimper, your aunt nodding emphatically off to the side. "We'll do whatever you say, just don't hurt us."\n\n"Good girl. And in that spirit, I've got another choice for you." He grins wickedly as he walks back over to stand with his wife and dogs. "Now, obviously, a lot of fucking's on the agenda. You ever had sex, done anything like that before, girl?"\n\nYou shake your head, flushing in humiliation but too frightened to lie.\n\n"Well, you're about to. And I'm gonna give you a choice as to what you'll do. Now either you and your aunt can go over to that bed there..." He says, tilting his head towards it. "And you can fuck each other..."\n\n"But she's my aunt!" you blurt. Then add, a little more petulantly, "And I don't like girls." You glance over at Kelly and see a similar sentiment reflected on her face.\n\n"Not exactly our problem," Gloria says wryly. "In fact, what's that saying you kids have? 'It's not a bug, it's a feature'?"\n\n"Your other option is to get fucked by Pounda and Slamma here," Mitch continues, kneeling down and patting one of the big dogs' side, its tail wagging a little behind it.\n\nYour eyes widen. "The <i>dogs</i>?!"\n\n"Oh yeah. My family's always had a real talent for dog breeding. Pounda and Slamma are crossbreeds I've been working on my whole life... smart, loyal, plenty of endurance, and some other traits as I find useful." His leer makes it clear exactly what he means, though now that you look, you can tell by the massive black-furred sheaths and ballsacks on the twin canines. "Figure they deserve some quality bitch-meat to get off in every so often."\n\nStraightening up, he looks at you expectantly. "Well, little girl? Who're you gonna fuck?"\n\n<hr>\n[[Aunt Kelly.|Camping]]\n\n[[The dogs.|Camping1x6]]

You look over at your aunt apologetically. It might be less humiliating in some ways, but... you just <i>can't</i>. Hanging your head, you murmur, "The dogs."\n\n"What's that?" Mitch says, raising a hand to his ears.\n\n"I... I pick the dogs."\n\n"I think what you mean is you want dog dick, girl. And show some respect for your elders!"\n\nYou swallow, fighting back tears, but manage, "P-please, I want dog dick, sir."\n\n"Alright, then." Smirking, he reaches up to undo the carabiner and unhook your ropes, pulling your bound wrists in front of you and then yanking you along by them, Gloria doing the same thing to your aunt. The two of them haul you over to a pair of wooden blocks with slightly angled, padded tops and straps coming off of them. You're forced to kneel in front of it on the higher end, and then bent forward and over it, your knees lifted off of the ground and your arms at an angle to touch the floor. The main strap gets slung over your back to hold you down against the block, and others are fastened around your thighs and upper arms to hold them close into the block. The whole thing winds up with you and your aunt with the balls of your feet on the floor and forearms angled down, asses forced to lift high in the air.\n\n"Oh, can't forget these!" Gloria says cheerfully, something in her hand jingling as she comes back from the side. She shows you a pink nylon collar, thin in the style of a puppy collar, with multiple tags dangling from it. The bone-shaped nametag reads, in nice big letters, 'Sam'. "We even included your home address and everything on them in case you get lost," she coos as she slips it around your neck and fastens it snugly, the multiple metal tags jingling together the whole time. She moves over to Aunt Kelly and fastens on a thicker purple nylon collar, presumably engraved in similar fashion, around her neck. "We have laws in this state about uncollared animals, you know."\n\nMitch has been gently rubbing the sheath and balls of one of the dogs directly in front of you... Pounda, you can now see by his own nametag... and Gloria moves over to do the same thing to Slamma. The dogs are standing on all fours, panting happily as their pointed red cocks start to slide out of their sheathes... and slide... and slide. Your eyes widen the more comes out. Both animals have to be at least fourteen inches long by the time their owners let their hands fall away to pat them on the back of the necks.\n\nSnapping a command in German, Mitch straightens up as the dogs race around behind you and out of sight, though by following the jingling of their own tags you can tell that they've turned around and are right behind you. The man pauses for a moment. "Oh, well, fair's fair, I suppose," he muses as Gloria moves forward to undo your aunt's ballgag. "I told you I'd let you make the choices for both of you, girl, so tell me..." He grins wickedly. "Which hole do you want it in? Your cunt, or your ass?"\n\n<hr>\n[[Pussy.|Camping]]\n\n[[Ass.|Camping1x7]]

At the question, you feel a sudden strong, irrational desire to keep your sex pristine for if you get married. Maybe if he focuses on the back door, you can get out of this with your 'real' virginity intact.\n\n"My a-" You wince as Mitch's eyes narrow, and in a meeker tone, you begin again. "I want the dog to fuck my ass, please, sir."\n\n"Good girl." Smirking at you, he then raises his head and snaps another command in German. Pounda steps forward, his furry chest and belly rubbing across your ass as he moves into position. He'd be too big to properly grip you anyway even if you were on all fours, but he's apparently been trained to compensate. His forelegs nudge in over your shoulders and press against the front of the block, and the inescapable feeling of the massive animal above you is almost as intimidating as the feel of his huge, wet cock sliding against your buttocks as he apparently works around trying to find the hole his master commanded him to fuck. \n\nYou gasp as you feel the pointed tip nudge up against your pucker, and it turns into a scream as he immediately thrusts at least half of that huge doggy dong into you, forcing your tight, previously virgin hole open around himself. You hear another scream overlapping with yours and know that your aunt must have been penetrated at almost the same time as you. The beast wastes no time as he begins working his hips, and you can hear him panting and huffing above you as he begins shoving more and more of that thick puppy prick deeper and deeper up your asshole. He's relentless as he stretches you open around his girth, powerful haunches working back and forth as he works desperately to get wedged fully inside you.\n\nYou continue wailing out as he gets in far enough that he begins really fucking you, his tapered dick pumping into you with the relentless speed and regularity of a machine. But your wails are of unwilling pleasure... it feels <i>amazing</i>. His powerful thrusts jerk you around on your block, making your little tits jiggle and the tags of your collar tinkle like bells. His heavy, black-furred balls swing forward, slapping against your virgin pussy, the fur quickly growing soaked with your arousal. You try desperately to resist the pleasure building in your body, some tiny still-rational part of your mind trying to convince you that getting raped up the ass by a dog when you've never even had a human dick in your pussy shouldn't feel this good. \n\n<hr>\n\n[[Continue.|Camping1x8]]

"Oh god, I love it!" Kelly suddenly blurts out amidst her cries.\n\nAs if that verbal admission were the key to the floodgates, you cry out and then begin babbling every slutty, near-incoherent thought running through your pleasure-fogged brain. "It's so good, it's so good, I love dog cock, I love being raped by dogs!"\n\n"Rape my bitch ass!" your aunt practically growls, doing her best to work her hips back towards Slamma's thrusts, her round buttocks rubbing his furry belly. "Rape my filthy bitch animal ass!"\n\n"I'm a bitch, I'm a bitch, I'm a dog's bitch!" you scream, some drool running down your chin. You feel an orgasm rip through your body, your ass squeezing around the veiny red prick pumping into it and your pussy gushing down onto the wood block. "I'm cummiiiing! I'm cumming from being raped by a dog!"\n\n"Oh god, me too, me too!" Kelly wails, tossing her head. "I'm cumming like the bitch dog I am!"\n\nBut the dogs haven't finished with you, and for at least an hour they pound away at you and your aunt's eager assholes, driving you to screaming orgasm after wailing climax, and driving you to ever-filthier heights of self-deprecating babbling about loving dog dick and being bitches. Eventually you feel something even thicker beginning to press against your already stretched pucker. Pounda's thrusts become short, focused more on pushing that bulge against you, making you squeal as your asshole is gradually pushed more and more open. Finally, as if in desperation, the beast gives a loud bark and <i>shoves</i> forward hard, his baseball-sized knot popping into your asshole and sliding in, your pucker squeezing closed after it. You almost literally howl as you have a more intense orgasm than ever at the feel of his knot swelling bigger and bigger inside you and his cock pouring what feels like a river of animal jizz deep into you. Your eyes roll up in your head and your tongue lolls out, your expression one of pure, brainless, shameless pleasure.\n\nAfter a few moments, Pounda turns and swings his rear leg over you, facing away and letting his furry ass press against yours. You gurgle happily at this final confirmation of your bitch status, slumping limply against the block. Over the next forty-five minutes while the dogs are tied to you, you and your aunt's bellies swell slightly from the sheer amount of dog cum constantly being poured into them, the sensation keeping you in a constant post-orgasmic haze of panting and mewling. But finally the softball-sized knots inside you both shrink smaller and smaller, the twin animals starting to tug and pull away from you, making both of you squeal like sluts again at feeling their cocks work around inside you. But finally his knot is pulled free of you, his red, cum-smeared doggy dick swinging down in a shower of white pouring out of your ass.\n\n"I do believe these bitches are likely hooked," Mitch says in an amused tone, lightly stroking his own hard cock.\n\n"Let's give 'em a few minutes, then they can take care of us too," Gloria adds with a grin.\n\n<hr>\n\n[[Continue.|Camping1x9]]

Mitch and Gloria move forward to undo the straps of both Aunt Kelly and yourself, leaving you both slumped and dazed atop the wooden blocks. The couple moves over to sit on the end of the bed, Mitch still lightly stroking his cock, Gloria rubbing a hand slowly between her legs. You hang your head, panting, at least a little of your mind starting to come back to you, and with it a heaping helping of humiliation and shame. You've been raped up the ass by a dog... and you loved every bit of it. Even now you can still feel new trickles of cum oozing out of your slightly gaping pucker and dribbling down over your sodden virgin pussy.\n\nYou could try and resist the impulses, but what's the point now? You despair of any semblance of just getting through this with only a semblance of compliance... you just know that the next time you get a dick shoved up your ass you'll be squealing and begging for more. You cast a tired, hopeless glance over at Aunt Kelly, and from her crestfallen face and the hunger in her eyes you can tell she's coming to the same conclusion.\n\n"Here girls," Mitch calls suddenly, using the exact tone of voice he'd use to call dogs. "C'mere, girls, come to daddy and mommy, c'mere!"\n\nGiving in, you edge yourself off of the block and start crawling over to the bed on all fours, your tags jingling as if to drive home your canine state. Aunt Kelly's heavy tits wobble underneath her as she does the same, separating a bit as Gloria starts calling "Here Kelly! Here Kelly, c'mere girl!"\n\n"C'mon, Sam, that's a good girl, there y'are," Mitch coos as you arrive in front of him. He spreads his legs, his heavy balls hanging down and thick shaft jutting up. "Why don't you go ahead and suck daddy's cock, girl?" \n\n"Yes, daddy," you murmur obediently, sitting up and leaning in. You rest your hands on his thighs and lean in, slowly licking your way up the underside, then back down after moving over a little. But since he did say "suck" you drag your tongue back up the middle and then slip your lips over the head of it. You begin bobbing your head in uncertain little thrusts, until he grabs a fistful of your hair.\n\n"No, like this, silly bitch," he says cheerfully as he shoves you down hard, stuffing his cock into your throat. You gag on it, but are given no choice but to keep taking his length as you're forced down on it. Then he begins yanking and shoving on your hair, working you over his length with loud quags and thick-sounding reflexive gulps. By the sound of the muffled gasping and slurping, you're guessing Aunt Kelly is being forced to give Gloria similar treatment.\n\nMitch doesn't stop raping your mouth even when he cums, spraying down your throat and mouth and just keeping going. His thrusts force part of his load down your throat and into your belly, but churn the rest into a thin white mixture of jizz and spit dribbling down his cock and past your mouth, decorating your lips and chin with it. Finally he yanks you off of him, pulling your head back so he can watch your flushed face as you gasp for air, your mouth wide open and smeared with the leavings of his climax.\n\n<hr>\n\n[[Continue.|Camping1x10]]

"I don't know if you recall, sir, but I was assisting Commander Calama at DiploStar 15 while you and Captain Lelos were there," you note. "I really hope that this program can accomplish its stated mission of helping foster peace between your peoples."\n\n"Mm," Ztryp acknowledges in a vague, ambivalent tone... either at the idea of remembering you, at the idea that peace between his people and the Leonoids is either still possible or still desirable, or maybe all of it. But eventually he simply nods and says, in a somewhat cool tone, "You'll be shadowing Lieutenant Commander Zurne at tactical today, Ensign. Ensign Boinstar, you'll be shadowing Lieutant Zolt at operations. You'll be receiving your full duty assignments in a day or two. Commander Zezt will be giving you your full orientation at the end of the shift. Let's get to work please."\n\n"I'm not sure if you necessarily made the best first impression," Shiara notes a bit mournfully several hours later as the two of you take a meal break in the small junior officer lounge attached to the bridge, the only two currently occupying it.\n\n"Me either," you agree with a sigh. "Although he always seemed kind of lowkey and grumbly about the idea of peace back during the negotiations, despite clearly being sincere in working toward it. So maybe that's just how he is on the subject. ... Either that or I screwed myself and I'm gonna wind up on janitorial duty for the next six months."\n\n"Let's be hopeful," Shiara assures you, even patting you on the head. "He didn't <i>immediately</i> banish you to overseeing the waste pipe scrubbers, after all!"\n\n"Yaaaay," you mutter flatly.\n\nStill, the rest of your shift does pass without incident or any real sign of hostility from the Captain, though he also doesn't give any sign of particularly wanting to acknowledge your presence either. (Though he isn't paying any real attention to Shiara either, you note. Maybe he's just like that. ... Or maybe you screwed it up for both of you.) Lieutenant Commander Zurne is somewhat gruff but otherwise polite in explaining the dreadnought's tactical systems to you, though you also notice a fair bit of the board grayed out and that he's clearly abbreviating or avoiding several subjects. You guess the Space Ranger trades aren't being trusted with everything, at least not day one.\n\nAs the shift draws to a close, Commander Zezt moves to the tactical station and gives you a winning and, accounting for differences of facial structure, rather roguish smile as he says, "Ensign, why don't you go ahead and end your shift now? Wait for me on deck five, junction twelve, I'll give you your tour and orientation."\n\n"Yes, sir," you agree, glad that at least one of the officers is apparently making an effort to be pleasant. You head to the lift and request it take you to deck five, then walk along, glancing at the walls and the numbers etched on them as you come to each turn-off. As you approach junction twelve, you glance towards said turn-off, not immediately thinking about seeing a pair of Zebrok crewmen idling about... until both of them spring towards you.\n\n"HEY!" you yelp, struggling, only to have any further cries muffled as something dark is shoved over your head. It immediately contracts, further starting to panic as not only are you plunged into darkness, but the expectation of suffocation hits you like a physical blow. It takes you a few seconds to realize you can still breathe through the hood, even if you can't make a sound, the muffled way your attempts to shout come out making it clear nothing is getting through the fabric. In the seconds it took you to realize you weren't being smothered to death, you've been picked up into a carry and can feel yourself being hauled along at a near-run, the crewmen carrying you effortlessly, your thrashing and attempts to wrench free fruitless against their strong hands.\n\nYou can tell they take you into a lift at least once, one of them smacking your ass in apparent annoyance as you struggle even harder when they stand still, making you shriek into the muffling hood but subside slightly. Only once they've carried you a bit further, with several pauses presumably for doors, do you hear them speak.\n\n"How long are we gonna be keeping her here, anyhow?"\n\n"Who knows? I asked why we couldn't just airlock her, but apparently she might be useful for something later," the other says, your blood running cold at the words. "Just toss her in."\n\n"Wha-" you start to shout, when they literally do toss you. You hit the ground on your back with a thud and rock back and forth briefly instead of rolling, just laying there stunned by both the sudden roughness and the thump of your head on an unpadded deck plate. The pair's voices seem to be coming from very far away briefly, not really concerning you anymore.\n\n"Hm... hey, do you think they'd mind if we...?"\n\n"Well. We weren't told not to."\n\nYou snap back to yourself abruptly as you feel a heavy weight on top of you, and you start struggling more frantically than before, shrieking into the hood and smacking your hands against the heavy, armored chest that's now looming above you. The Zebrok largely seems to ignore your struggles, though, already having pushed your legs apart and gotten himself between them. You scream near-soundlessly as he shoves his cock into your pussy and starts slamming into you roughly, outright abusively, clearly paying you back for resisting your kidnapping as well as emptying his balls in the process. You feel a hand press around your throat, tightening, cutting off your air and leaving you soon feeling lightheaded and trembling, your world starting to contract to the feeling of his cock raping your pussy and his balls slapping against you.\n\nYou're just almost out of air when he shoves forward hard and empties himself into you in a handful of quick gushes. His cock slides out of you and his hand comes away from your throat at the same time, leaving you laying there largely insensate as you desperately gulp for air. While you're still stunned again, you feel yourself being grabbed and manhandled, the duo roughly undoing your uniform top and yanking it off of you, pulling off your boots as well. Then you're shoved into a face down ass up position, your senses coming back only as you feel another cock pushing into your already abused pussy. You struggle and thrash, but already almost all you can do is shake your hips and claw at the deck plating, and even that is cut off in fear as you feel the hard arch of a hoof coming to rest against the side of your head, pressing your skull more firmly against the deck. In the back of your terrified mind you're guessing from the weird angle of the thrusts that your current rapist is the same one with his hoof on your head, having settled into a position where he can fuck you from behind while literally grinding you under his "heel".\n\nEventually you feel another hot, warm rush inside you and hear that low, almost whinnying groan from above, and a few seconds later the hoof lifts from your head at the same time as the cock slides out of you. You just stay as you are, feeling humiliated and used, as you hear the clop of hooves on metal and then a door sliding open and back closed, along with the faint thud you recognize from magnetic locks back aboard the station.\n\nAfter a time you get your thoughts together enough to get to your knees and sit back on your bare heels, wincing a bit beneath the hood at the soreness in your pussy and the feel of cum dropping out of it. You try pulling off the hood, and are relieved when it comes off with barely any effort. Not that you can see much more with it off... the room you're in is unlit and solid, though there must be a little light from somewhere, since you can actually pick out the vaguest outlines of the walls and the door. It's a tiny little cell, without even the hint of any amenities, not even carpeting on the floor. More of a closet for storing an object in.\n\nYou shudder a little at the memory of what they said about only not killing you because you might be more useful some other way, wincing as your shudder dislodges another glob of cum from your pussy that hits the deck with an audible <i>plop</i>. ... Assholes. Though they definitely looked like real crewmen, so... what does that mean?\n\n... Is this official? Did Captain Ztryp do this to you because you said you wanted peace?\n\nOr does he have Leonoid agents on his ship? Or could this be the work of whoever Calama and Drayk suspected of tanking the peace talks? ... Or could it even be the Space Rangers that did it? Your mind swims as you try to think, but sitting in a small, dark room having just been raped twice makes it a little hard to discount anyone as potentially being your enemy.\n\nYou really do not want to find out what they have planned for you, whoever it is. But can you actually do anything about it...?\n\n<hr>\n[[... no, it's hopeless.|GGSR]]\n\n[[...... where the fuck <i>is</i> that light coming from?|GGSR]]

"... Yeah sure I'll join your order or whatever," you say, since that seems like a really simple way to get some clothes and apparently extra stuff.\n\n"Okay!" Cocoa chirps, actually wiggling her hips a little bit before she turns and trots off. After a second you realize you're supposed to follow her as she heads back through the door she came in through, diverting into what looks like a little storage room. She opens up a large chest and pulls out a set of robes like hers and proffers them to you, which you quickly snatch and pull on over your head. God, finally! They may not be stylish but you're so tired of being naked! As you finish tugging them over your head, you see that Cocoa has opened up a cabinet and is taking down a medallion like hers off of a hook, holding it out to you. "Here y'go, new initiate!"\n\n"Thanks. Ah... what's it do?" you say as you take it, shrugging a bit before looping the chain over your head and pulling your hair through it to drape properly.\n\n"Changes stuff into other stuff," Cocoa answers brightly.\n\n"... Like what stuff into what other stuff?" you ask with a frown.\n\n"Ummm... pretty much anything into anything, I think?" she answers, looking confused. "Like it can't do some stuff but I think it does most things? And like it won't work on people unless they let you or you really catch them by surprise or something? I dunno I guess you just have to try it."\n\nAnd she's just... giving this to you? It can't possibly work that well. "What's the catch?"\n\n"Ummmmmmmmmmm." Cocoa looks like she's thinking extremely hard, her nose wrinkling and eyes squinching again, before she perks up. "Oh! Just don't be too mean with it! I think. Like apparently the God-dess doesn't like it if you're mally, mallo, mallih... real mean with it. Or you'll get some backlash or something."\n\n"O... kay." You blink at her a few times, then turn and point. "So I'm just gonna be... leaving now."\n\n"Okay, enjoy spreading the word!" Cocoa calls cheerfully, waving a hand.\n\n'Well. That was easy,' you think as you walk out. You still don't have any shoes but you have clothes now. Not very attractive clothes, but-\n\nYou pause, then look down at the robes. Then at the amulet. Scooting into an alleyway, you decide to try something. Taking hold of it, you concentrate on your robe and create a clear picture in your mind of one of your favorite shirts from back home. After a second the robe draws in close, hugging up against your body as it shrinks and turns black, opening up at the shoulders so that it's a mix of thin straps over them and off-the-shoulder long sleeves, and hugs up against your front with a fair-sized cleavage window that goes straight across the front of your chest. You stare down at yourself, then give a squeal of delight and hop in the air. It worked! \n\n... Of course then you feel the breeze on your pussy and ass again and realize that you've just revealed yourself again. Clasping the medallion hurriedly, you think the shirt into being more of a one piece leotard, blushing some again as you feel the cloth stretch and slide across your crotch and down over your ass to join up between your legs. Okay, you're covered up again. Looking around, you find a couple of discarded rough sacks... probably they would have made emergency shoes for someone who wasn't smart enough to get themselves a magical amulet, but with a bit of focus and visualization you turn them into a very stylish pair of leather boots. Tugging them on, you smirk a bit. Yesss! This is the best!\n\nAnd now... now you can <i>totally</i> get Kaleb and the others back for what they did!\n\nSince you don't have to be so careful now, you go looking around town. You peek in a few bars and inn-type places but don't see any sign of Kaleb or the other jerks, though admittedly you almost think you do a time or two since they're so generic. Then you get an idea, and start looking for places where they put up horses, the stables or whatever. Eventually you're able to identify the horse you bought back at Starta, and as you're considering whether to just wake up the owner and insist that it's yours, you hear snoring. Blinking, you scoot around to the side and peek into one of the large stalls on the end. ... It's them! Apparently they decided to crash in the stable rather than paying for inn rooms for all of them. Those jerks! ... Well hopefully that means they didn't sell all your stuff and spend all your money yet, either. \n\nWait, what was it Cocoa said? The amulet wouldn't work on people unless they were willing or caught by surprise? Well. Asleep is about as 'by surprise' as you can get. You can just change them into something and then go through their stuff to get your stuff back! ... And also take their stuff. For your troubles.\n\n<hr>\n[[Change them into something harmless.|LSFight]]\n\n[[Change them into something useful.|LSFight]]\n\n[[Change them into something bully-able.|LSFight]]\n\n[[Change them into something karmic.|LSFight]]\n\n[[Change them into something truly inspired.|LSFight]]

Hm... watching your mom and dad fuck might not be <i>quite</i> as exciting as the scandalous, semi-public display earlier, but your engine's been revved all afternoon and you'll definitely take it. Slipping out of bed, you pad down the hall on bare feet, clad in just your sleeping pants, a tanktop, and an excited blush.\n\nUnfortunately, as you get closer to your parents' bedroom door, you realize that the raised voices aren't lewd ones, but rather argumentative. For just a moment you wince and your heart skitters, but then you realize that the intensity and tone isn't anywhere near enough to be about your father having been caught cheating. That's... a relief, you guess, must just be one of the more garden variety kind of arguments that just happens sometimes, not like your parents are immune to those.\n\nYou're just considering whether to head back to your room when the bedroom door opens and your father steps out, snapping back, "I'm gonna cool off!" before not-quite-slamming it behind himself. He turns and blinks at you. "Oh, Cyan. Ah... sorry you had to hear that," he adds quietly, glancing back at the door. \n\n"Ah, no big, Dad," you assure him, trying to get your thoughts back on track, though it's a little difficult since he's standing there in a kind of tight T-shirt and loose pajama pants that offer just a hint of the outline of that big fat cock you saw pounding a girl your own age earlier. He may be a very Dad-ly dad, but he's still decently in shape and even a bit toned, and... ahem. Clearing your throat, you say, "Everything okay?"\n\n"Yeah, yeah, just... your mother was feeling tired tonight," he mutters, before clearing his throat, just a faint coloring of his cheeks indicating exactly what she was too tired for and that he hadn't really thought about that before saying it.\n\n'God he must have the libido of a stallion in rut,' you think, eyes flicking downward again. You try to be subtle about swallowing so you don't start drooling.\n\n<hr>\n[[Offer some "helpful" advice.|GGParent]]\n\n[[Offer to help him... directly.|GGParent]]

You wake up in the morning, spending just a moment laying there in the inn bed turning over recent events and coming to terms with them, before sighing and getting up.\n\nYou pause in front of the mirror before getting dressed, checking yourself over. <<if $succscore is 1>>It kind of seems like your boobs might be a little bigger? And your nipples puffier? You're not sure. Actually as you lean in and check, it seems like the blue of your eyes is a little different too. As you put on your skirt, it seems like it might be slightly shorter... or is it that your hips are wider and your butt perkier?<<endif>><<if $succscore is 2>>... Yeah, your breasts are bigger than when you got here. Not by a ton, but just putting your hands on them you can tell they're slightly larger. Your nipples are a bit bigger, pinker, and more sensitive. You're pretty sure your butt is kind of bigger too, but as round and firm as it was before. Your ears also seem to be... a little pointier? Maybe?<<endif>><<if $succscore is 3>>You realize your nipples have been stiff since you got up... actually when was the last time they weren't? They now seem permanently perked up and puffy, presented to the world as if for attention. Your pussylips are already a bit puffy and damp too... again, you're having trouble remembering the last time they weren't. Your eyes are definitely a different shade than they used to be.<<endif>><<if $succscore is 4>>Your forehead feels sort of sensitive to the touch, almost tingly... it's not really painful, though gentle prodding discovers that there's definitely a pair of bumps under the skin, and you soon discover a similar sensation at your tailbone. Your eyes have a noticeable purple tint, and your ears have noticeable points. You guess you really have made progress towards becoming an actual succubus, as strange as that is.<<endif>>\n\nYou head outside, finding Xira already waiting for you by the door. <<if $succscore <= 4>>"Alright! So what's today's lesson?" she chirps cheerfully.<<else if $succscore is 4>>"Alright! Looks like we've covered all the basics!" she declares, fluttering forward and patting you atop the head. "You ready to move on to the next set of 'lessons'?"<<endif>>\n\n<hr>\n<<if $SSpubsex1 is "true">><strike>Public sex.</strike><<else>>[[Public sex.|SweetSucc2ax1]]<<endif>>\n\n<<if $SSdirtytalk1 is "true">><strike>Dirty talk.</strike><<else>>[[Dirty talk.|SweetSucc2bx1]]<<endif>>\n\n<<if $SSmultguy1 is "true">><strike>Multiple guys.</strike><<else>>[[Multiple guys.|SweetSucc2cx1]]<<endif>>\n\n<<if $SStransgress1 is "true">><strike>Transgression.</strike><<else>>[[Transgression.|SweetSucc2dx1]]<<endif>>\n\n<<if $succscore is 4>>[[Let's move on.|SweetSucc]]<<endif>>

You open and close your mouth a few times, then shrink against the wall, finally letting your knees sag. "I'm sorry, I... I can't think of anything else to ask, I'm, I'm sorry..."\n\n<b>"Shush now. Shush now, I've decided that's enough."</b> Despite the comforting tone of the words, the echoes of the chorus are enough to lend it a mocking lilt, as does the slight smile on those golden lips. <b>"So now we come to exactly what happens to you. But first, a little demonstration of one of the many, many things that <i>could</i> happen."</b>\n\nShe raises a hand and snaps her fingers, the sound simultaneously like the soft click of plastic on plastic and a crack of thunder from afar. There's the soft <i>fwip-fwip-fwip</i> of a projector starting up, and a flickering but surprisingly visible and colorful view appears on the wall, especially as the rest of the lights go down, leaving you staring at the screen past the outline of the horror sitting in front of you. The screen is divided up into different views of the same area, some sort of garage or lab or something. Moving around the room are a number of things like Madame, though instead of gold skin and masks for faces, most of them seem to be feminized versions of various Fast Felipe's mascots. Almost all of them have wobbling rubber cocks, too, though you spot several that seem to be completely female, with visible shiny latex clefts between their legs. There is, however, one person in the room who's, well a person. A rather thin, scraggly-haired woman about your own age, struggling as she's held spread-eagled in some sort of square-shaped frames with bars angled from the corners to hold her wrists and ankles. \n\nApparently knowing it's time to begin, the animatronics in the room snap into motion, bustling around and working levers, pressing buttons, fitting things to the end of other clanky, rusty-looking robot arms. After almost a minute, a large 'master' switch is thrown, and the other arms swing into ife, trembling and twitching as they move. The woman obviously cries out in fear, though there's no sound but the clicking of the projector as the machines start fitting gleaming white plastic forms over her body, enclosing her arms and legs with them piece-by-piece, two smooth arcs fitted around her middle and squeezing it into a slightly tighter shape, as well as shoving her fairly small breasts upward. She continues to struggle and jerk in place as she's mostly covered by it, though here and there her normal body still shows through the plastic 'armor' covering her. Her eyes widen and she silently screams anew as something swings down from above on either side of her... two massive sheets of purple rubber, the one in front of her bearing a somewhat oval-shaped patch of beige.\n\nYou clap a hand over your mouth to stifle a little shriek as the sheets slowly, inexorably close like the cover of a book, fitting to the frame, and then starting to seal tight, your mind filling in the whir of a vacuum motor in the silence. The woman's body and its fitted plastic carapace gradually become more and more defined through the rubber, or latex, or whatever it is, the shiny purple stuff hugging up against the slowly more and more familiar-looking plastic beneath as well as her breasts and stiff nipples, her face rendered into a permanent smooth-featured expression of horror. At least until two more thin, antiquated-looking robot arms swing down, bearing two halves of a sultrily-smiling feminized animatronic Bunzy head. As they slowly begin moving inward, another arm swings around and attaches a dirty-looking hose to the outline of a nozzle on the trapped woman's lower back, the thick rubber length wobbling and shaking as the ball joints and robotic segments start to take clearer shape, and those small tits gradually swell up into big, stiff rubbery globes. The hose goes still just as the two arms finish pressing the halves of the Bunzy head together around the eternally screaming woman trapped in the rubber... whereupon the long-lashed plastic eyelids flutter, the white eyeballs flicking about both in sync and separately as if calibrating, before finally looking ahead.\n\nThe fresh, clean-looking female Bunzy animatronic leaps down from the rack, leaving a hole shaped like itself in the sheets of latex, which quickly spread apart again, rising up and out of view of the camera. It sashays towards a pair of other animatronics, its robot hips swaying sensually as it moves to grab their cocks and start stroking eagerly. In the background you can just see one of the other female animatronics staniding in front of a smaller group of machines, a set of arms vacuum-sealing a wobbly rubber cock into place on the front of its crotch.\n\n"That's... that's impossible," you murmur, your whole body shaking in reaction to the unreal sight before you.\n\n<b>"Oh? Still thinking things are impossible after all you've seen today?"</b> Madame scoffs. <b>"Well then, I suppose you won't be worried about this."</b>\n\nShe snaps her fingers again, and almost instantly the door of the area on the screen slides open, a padless metal gurney being pushed through by a bright yellow avian animatronic, and the form strapped to the gurney is a naked, struggling Tanya. You suck in a hard breath as you watch other animatronics grab her before undoing the straps, carrying her bodily and lifting her into the once again bare metal frame, fastening the manacles around her wrists and ankles. You tremble a little as the animatronics begin moving around the room, prepping all the arms with white plastic pieces again (except for the new Bunzy, who is bent over being spitroasted by a futa Wilhelm and Felipe). "Please, please don't," you plead in a whisper.\n\n<b>"Well that's up to you, isn't it?"</b> the thing in front of you answers, its chorus louder, seeming to fill the darkened room and almost overrun its own voice. <b>"It's your choice now. Either I can order them to begin the conversion, and the moment she's done that door will open, and you can walk out of here and take your chances finding your way to the surface... or..."</b>\n\nAn overhead light snaps on, illuminating Madame and at the same time casting deep shadows over her, primarily from her breasts... though her rubber cock also casts a long shadow across the floor as she once again wraps a hand around it and strokes in a mockingly enticing manner. <b>"Or you could come over here, get down on your knees, and suck my dildo-dick. And once I'm satisfied with the job you've done, we can talk about ways to spare your friend."</b>\n\n<hr>\n[[Suck the terrifying animatronic's fat gold rubber prick.|WilmaFun]]\n\n[[Abandon Tanya to her fate.|WilmaFun]]

You come to seeing, as opposed to the complete and utter blackness that you remember from you went under, an expanse of blurry white. After a moment you realize that it's blurry because you're not wearing your glasses. Rolling up onto all fours, for a moment your personal and recurring panic overrides all your other fears, making you ignore that you're naked and with your large tits hanging down and your ass is jutted up in the air as you fumble around hoping your glasses are nearby. The momentary flood of relief as you see a slight red blur and reach out to snag them, and that everything comes into focus once you slide them on, actually for just a brief second makes you feel like everything's going to be okay.\n\nThen you actually take in where you are. The room is completely white, all of it the exact same shade of white as well, which is why it looked like an endless empty expanse with your glasses off. With them on, however, you can see that there are definitely four walls and a floor and ceiling and even a door... in fact, it's not a particularly large room at all, maybe the size of your bedroom back home. The floor feels like a gym mat on your soles as you clamber to your feet, and the walls are padded. Even the door is padded, with only the small sliding slot high up on it not covered with the layer of padding. It is, undeniably, an insane asylum padded room... or at least based on one.\n\nShuddering, you take a moment to collect your thoughts, and force them away from the memories of the hours(?)-long horror-gangbang you just orgasmed your way through most of. Your body definitely seems to be clean now, though you can definitely feel the aftereffects of the extremely thorough fucking they gave you, so you know it wasn't a dream. Taking a deep breath, you force your mind back to the now, and walk over to the door. You hesitate a little, then bang on the padding as well as you're able, unable to even try it to see if it's locked since this side doesn't have a knob. "Hey! Hey, let me out!"\n\n<b>"Oh, you don't want to go out there."</b>\n\nThe voice sends a shiver down your spine and almost makes your legs go limp under you. It's the same voice that whispered in your ear in the darkness right before you were grabbed. The main part of it is a simple sweet, rather smug female tone, thick and rich and sneering like poisoned honey, but at the same time it seems to be echoed by the faint chatter of at least a hundred other voices very distantly speaking just after it, all slightly discordant with each other. Trembling, you slowly turn around, unable to help putting your back to the wall for some sense of solidity and being anchored.\n\nThere's a simple black rolling office chair positioned behind you, one that you definitely know wasn't there before. And as equally suddenly there sitting in it is a... thing. It's shaped like a human, true enough, but its joints... its elbows, knees, ankles, fingers, neck... all more closely resemble those of a highly articulated doll's. Its 'skin' seems to be made out of something that gleams like plastic, though you suspect it yields a bit like rubber too, considering those big, globe-shaped, gravity-defying golden tits, since it's gold almost entirely from head-to-toe. Even the massive, obviously artificial cock flopped across one thigh is gold, the balls smooth and stiff like plastic, the shaft like wobbly rubber draped over one thigh. Its elbows are braced on the chair's arms, its segmented fingers steepled in front of it as it looks at you... you think. Instead of a face, it has a silver drama mask, the eyes and mouth of it cut out to show the mostly smooth gold head behind, one half of its mouth in the 'Comedy' upsweep and the other the downward curve of 'Tragedy'. Though it seems to have a mouth and lips behind the mask, there's not the slightest hint of eyes, the gold plastic or latex or whatever it is behind it as smooth and unfeatured as its stomach.\n\n<b>"It's very scary out there,"</b> the gold thing asserts evenly, despite its 'chorus' of voices doing everything from raging to howling with laughter.\n\n"Wh-..." Your throat tightens to the point that you can't speak, and you have to try swallowing several times before you can make words work again. "Who are you...?"\n\n<b>"They call me 'Madame', as I am the proprietor of the best little whorehouse in Fast Felipe's Fabulous Funland,"</b> the gold thing answers, sweeping its plastic arms out to the sides as if to indicate the whole of... wherever you are. <b>"Which is obviously why it falls to me and my girls to punish trespassers."</b>\n\n"We... we didn't know, we thought this place was abandoned, we-"\n\n<b>"Hm-hm-hm-hmmm~."</b> You almost piss yourself at the sound of Madame laughing. While her own laugh is that simple, soft chuckle, her silver-masked head canting forward a little with it, the chorus contains everything from childlike giggling to egomaniacal cackling to demonic shrieks of fury. <b>"Don't bother, child. You're not here on principle, we are not on a moral high horse. The fact is that I have you because I have you. You are my property now, and mine to do with as I please."</b>\n\nYou can't help but let out a whimper, tears slipping down your cheeks. "What... are you going to do with me?"\n\n<b>"Hm. First... I'm going to answer your questions,"</b> Madame answers, tilting her head to one side a bit, as if having just decided it herself.\n\n"Y-you're... what?"\n\n<b>"I haven't really <i>talked</i> to anyone in a very long time. So I think I'll talk to you for awhile longer. So ask me some questions."</b> She pauses briefly, then leans forward in the chair, both her own voice and every single one in the chorus echoing her using its own version of demanding. <b><i>"Now."</i></b>\n\n<hr>\n<i>(These are not branch options, only "That's all I can think of" will move you ahead.)</i>\n\n[[Who are you?|WilmaFun1x4a]]\n\n[[Where is this?|WilmaFun1x4b]]\n\n[[Where's Tanya?|WilmaFun1x4c]]\n\n[[Why is this place here?|WilmaFun1x4d]]\n\n[[Are you going to kill me?|WilmaFun1x4e]]\n\n[[That's all I can think of.|WilmaFun1x5]]

"I want to help, Commander, but I do think this might be a little much for my first time out," you reply.\n\n"That's completely understandable. It's not at all unreasonable to want to get some more experience... possibly a lot more... under your belt before tackling this sort of situation," Calama allows simply. "Well, I'll continue to rely on your help from behind the scenes then, Ensign. Dismissed."\n\nAnd so, over the next month and a half, you continue to help out the Commander with mostly menial tasks, seeing the inside of the negotiation room normally only when it's between sessions (sometimes doing things as mundane as helping the janitorial staff clean it), but occasionally coming in to deliver messages or refreshments or whatnot. So you do get a fair few looks at Captain Ztryp and Captain Lelos, and their attendants. Both species dress in an interesting style... it's sort of like "swords and sorcery fantasy armor, but make it in sci-fi combat armor form factor. The Zebrok's is made out of what looks like some sort of carved crystal in various shimmery colors, while the Leonoids' is more about the curved, colorful metal panels with shiny precious metal trim. Both also go sleeveless, which, since both males and females seem to tend towards the tall and muscular, shows off their toned arms beneath their fur (which in some cases looks to have been painted in imitation of tribal tattoos, usually inside the stripes in the Zebroks' case), and both genders also wear loincloths and go bare-legged, emphasizing that sort of fantasy feel. You wonder if loincloth length has to do with status, fashion, or utility (and whether it's considered shameful to fake it)... you do catch glimpses under the table a few times, and for sure Captain Ztryp's is quite long by necessity, to judge by the outline under it. Damn.\n\nAnyway, eventually the first stage of the negotiations is complete, and things are shuffled off to the civilian government. A few more months pass in relative mundanity, only far more minor diplomatic matters cropping up on the station, a couple of positively mundane (in comparison) first contacts occurring from the space beyond. You manage to start meeting up with your squad again for days off or after shifts, and manage to stay out of trouble (if not always out of excitement) on the outer ring. You've been on the station almost half your appointed year of on-duty academy time when...\n\n"'Officer exchange program'?" you echo.\n\n"You've never heard of it?" Gaio snort-yips softly.\n\n"I actually have, just not in a real context, I guess," you reply with a shrug. "I thought it was something they do with, like, command staff though?"\n\n"Maybe one or two of those, but mostly it'll be us grunts that get kicked off to the other guys' ships," Telit says with a shrug. "No one has to worry about offending somebody connected if they discipline us or give us shit work to do or get us killed or whatever."\n\n"That's just cynical, Telit," Shiara scolds gently, the Bluntok shrugging as if to say 'fair cop'. "But yes, admittedly, it is mostly Ensigns and Lieutenants that are actually sent to serve on allied, non-Space Ranger ships, so that we can experience other cultures and other command structures. But in this case it's also hoped that it will help further the peace negotiations between the Zebroks and Leonoids."\n\n"I wondered how that was going, but there was nothing in the feeds, and I kept forgetting to ask the Commander or LC about it," you admit, sipping at your drink. You're not hanging out at Zoomies (since Telit and Gaio are unofficially forbidden from patroning it, as part of the security team), but one of the bars a bit further down that nevertheless has several slot machines, arcade gacha video games, and even a few card and chance tables. It's essentially a mini-Zoomies and you wouldn't be surprised if the infamous casino owner actually quietly owns it under a shell company. \n\n"Kind of ambivalent, from what I read in the information packet about the officer exchange I requested," Shiara says with a sigh. "From the tone of things, this officer exchange is actually one of the latest gambits the civilian government and Space Rangers have come up with to try and get them to stop fighting. It's hoped that by putting members of the neutral third party on their ships, they'll be less inclined to open fire on each other."\n\n"See?" Telit smugs into her drink.\n\n"That's entirely different than what you said, they're actually <i>counting</i> on the Zebroks and Leonoids worrying about if we die," Shiara says stiffly, pouting a bit in the closest she gets to looking angry.\n\n"So is this something you sign up for, or...?"\n\n"You can put a request to join the program in, but they'll be randomly selecting people too. Or maybe it's based on certain parameters? I'm honestly not sure. ... I put in a request to join the program," Shiara admits a moment later, her ears drooping slightly. "I know that will take me away from you all, but... I was really excited to visit another culture's ship."\n\nSurprisingly, it's Telit who's the first to lean forward and pat her (firmly) on the back. "Hey, don't sweat it, Marshmallow. It's not like we were all four gonna be together forever, Hell, it's surprising enough we got our second year posting together. You gotta do what's right for ya'n'shit."\n\n"Yeah, it's fine, Shiara," you assure her. "I mean, it's sad that the squad will break up, especially if the rest of us get drafted for this thing too."\n\n"Not me, I'll still be here either way," Gaio says with a tone that's an interesting mixture of sadness, resignation, and relief. At the three of you looking at her, she shrugs. "Zyberians are excluded from these sorts of programs with other races like our own. Apparently we're considered too trying on the nerves of others with better-than-humanoid-standard senses? I dunno. Hey! HEY! HEY HEY HEY HEY! We're waiting on refills over here! HEY! HEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEY!"\n\nIt's only another week before, as you're getting ready to head out for another night out with the girls, you get a message on your comm station. You first see that it's from Space Ranger Command, and next see that the subject reads 'You have been selected for-'\n\nYou pause, then decide to take a tablet with you and actually read it when you're with the others. Soon the four of you have settled around a table, this time at the equivalent of a pizza parlor and arcade (though the varieties of pizza they carry is, shall we say, <b>extreme</b>), having snagged one of the quieter corners.\n\n"My application was accepted," Shiara says in a pleased tone. "I've been assigned to a Zebrok ship, the <i>Defiance</i> under Captain Ztryp, in fact."\n\n"Wouldn't you know I fuckin' got picked too, who'd've figured?" Telit says, shrugging expansively. "They're sending me over to the <i>Pride</i> under that Lelos guy, though. Poor fuckers probably never even heard of a Bluntok before."\n\nYou notice Gaio looking at you, and you lift your pad a little lamely and wag it. "Yeah."\n\n"Well, guess I'll be the only one left here, then," Gaio mutters, putting her chin down on the table and giving a defeated huff. You have to resist the urge to reach over and give her a comforting scratch between the ears... Shiara starts petting her back instead, which at least sets her tail to wagging lightly.\n\n"So who'd you get assigned to, Honeytits?" Telit asks curiously.\n\n"I dunno, I haven't looked yet, figured I'd do it while we were together."\n\n"Well, go the fuck on then."\n\nYou unlock the tablet screen, then access the comm interface, tapping the message to open it up. Cadet LaChance, you have been selected yadda yadda, expected to function as a member of their crew and obey all orders, blah blah, oh here it is, your assignment.\n\n<hr>\n[[Captain Ztryp of the <i>Defiance</i>.|GGSR19x2]]\n\n[[Captain Lelos of the <i>Pride</i>.|GGSR]]\n\n[[Captain Kazlam of the <i>Hard Target</i>.|GGSR]]\n\n[[Captain Shriak of the <i>Harbinger</i>.|GGSR20x1]]\n\n[[Captain Suparint of the <i>First Strike</i>.|GGSR]]\n\n[[Captain Ellar of the <i>Eternal Remembrance</i>.|GGSR]]

Catching Tanya's eye, you give a little motion of your head, to which she nods. The boys may want to split up, but neither of you wants to be entirely alone out here. Once Ted has trotted off cheerfully, Skinny close behind with Woolly on his heels, the two of you set off as well, sweeping your flashlights around and taking the occasional cell phone pic. (Well, Tanya's taking a lot of selfies and getting some of the buildings and rides in the background.)\n\n"Wow, you weren't kidding when you said there was some inappropriate stuff," Tanya says after awhile, patting your shoulder with her free hand and pointing with her flashlight. One building has a large sign cut and painted in the shape of the purple rabbit 'cool guy' character... making a rather suggestive gesture towards his crotch, or rather the doorway between his legs, with the actual text reading [[Bunzy's Babedacious Makeovers|WilmaFun2x1]].\n\n"Oh <i>wow</i>," you snort, quickly raising your phone and snapping a picture.\n\n"I know, right? Who gets a makeover at a theme park," Tanya says with a shake of the head, prompting you to give her a look. She doesn't notice, just shrugging. "Still, could be funny to see what's in there."\n\n"Not like we don't have a ton of options for 'what the hell were they thinking' exploring," you snicker, gesturing for Tanya to turn around. "Check it out, '[[Boomer's Moonshine Tavern|WilmaFunPlaceholder]]'."\n\n"An actual <i>bar</i>? Well, guess that'd make the screaming kiddos easier to tolerate!" Tanya looks speculatively at you. "You think there's still any booze in there?"\n\n"I doubt it." You shine your flashlight onto the larger but similar-looking building next door, this one with brighter colors and two stories. "'[[Felipe's Futa Puta Funhouse|WilmaFun1x2]]'?" You frown thoughtfully. "I think I've heard those words in the middle before somewhere, but I don't think they even belong on the same land mass together usually."\n\n"I'll take your word for it, you're the one that spends time in the weird places of the internet. Though I have to admit you found a doozy this time!" Tanya chirps. She hms, sweeping her flashlight around, then squealing delightedly as she lands it on a sign. "Look look!"\n\nYou adjust your glasses a bit as you peer at the arrow-shaped sign. "'This way to [[Beefy Fajeeta's Caballero Corral|WilmaFun3x1]]'? ... Oh, it's the pony ride."\n\n"Yeah yeah!" Tanya hops a few times in excitement, then droops a bit. "Oh. Right. They would have taken all the ponies with them when they left." Then her expression becomes troubled. "... At least I hope they would have..."\n\n'If not that'd make for some pretty spooky photos and a really damning blog entry,' you muse to yourself. You take another look around, noting that the only other thing of interest on this "street" looks to be an actual [[Fast Felipe's restaurant|WilmaFunPlaceholder]].

"I mean, the fun part of visiting abandoned places is getting to ignore those signs, right?" you note with a grin as you point your flashlight beam at the 'Employees Only' sign. \n\nTanya giggles at that, nodding eagerly. "Yeah, I guess you're right. I always wanted to go through those when I was a kid, I guess now we can."\n\nNodding cheerfully at the shared experience, you head over to the door and hit the pushbar on it, the hinges groaning noisily as you step forward. You're shining your light forward, but are surprised that it doesn't immediately hit a wall... the room beyond must be much bigger than you originall thought. Still, the floor seems clear, just tacky carpet made somewhat drab by time, so you walk on in, Tanya edging in close behind you. The door creaks closed behind you, even the faint light of the outer room with its windows to the night cut off, leaving the two of you in a black void with only your flashlight beams in front of you to light it.\n\n"W-wow, it is... really dark in here," Tanya murmurs as you start ahead, waving your flashlight around.\n\n"How big is this room, anyway?" you muse aloud with a frown, more to yourself than Tanya. You're looking around for walls, a lightswitch, anything, but it's almost like there's nothing ahead of you.\n\n"Um... W-Wilma, maybe we shouldn't, after all," Tanya murmurs, turning around... then snapping a hand out to grip your shoulder. "Wilma, where's the door?!" she hisses.\n\nYou turn around, prepared to snort and chastise her for being almost as much of a chicken as Skinny, only to have your flashlight beam play over nothing at all when you turn. You blink a few times. "It... should be right there, we haven't made any turns and it was right behind us."\n\n"Holy shit, Wilma, what if it's real, what if we actually found a haunted one this time, what if we're dead, holy shit," Tanya whimpers, starting to tremble and gripping her flashlight with both hands as if it were a lifeline.\n\n"Look, just calm down, Tanya," you reply in an even, calm voice, because if you do anything else you're going to start panicking too. "I'm sure we just got turned around somewhere and this place has, like, black walls or something, probably to make it intimidating for kids to come back here. We didn't even come here because we thought it was haunted, remember? There's no ghosts or anything."\n<style type="text/css" scoped>.GeneratedText {\nfont-family:cursive;font-stretch:expanded;letter-spacing:0.2em;line-height:1.3em;padding:1.5em;\n}</style><div class="GeneratedText">"You're not supposed to be in here."</div>Your eyes go wide and you suddenly find yourself gripping your own flashlight white-knuckled as you wheel back and forth, trying to spot whoever just spoke, and getting nothing more than the darkness that's closed in around you. The voice seemed to come from... everywhere, the dark itself, and you'd think you'd just imagined except for Tanya suddenly whimpering and quietly sobbing as she too whips the light back and forth.\n\n"Who's there?!" you demand, trying to force yourself to sound tough despite your pounding heart and numbing legs.\n<style type="text/css" scoped>.GeneratedText {\nfont-family:cursive;font-stretch:expanded;letter-spacing:0.2em;line-height:1.3em;padding:1.5em;\n}</style><div class="GeneratedText">"You're not supposed to be in here. Bad little girls who go where they shouldn't get punished."</div><p><span style="color:#ee82ee;"><span style="font-family:comic sans ms,cursive;">&quot;Bad little girls get punished!&quot;</span></span></p><p><span style="font-family:times new roman,times,serif;"><strong>&quot;Bad little girls get punished.&quot;</strong></span></p><p><span style="color:#800080;"><span style="font-family:tahoma,geneva,sans-serif;">&quot;Baaaad little girls get puniiiiished.&quot;</span></span></p>\nYou keep whipping back and forth as more and more voices start chanting that single phrase, over and over, some of them sounding furious, others delighted, and all of them repeating, overlapping, more of them added. It's actually almost a relief when something else breaks into the din, even if that something else is Tanya letting out a wild scream just before she bolts into the darkness, her flashlight tumbling to the floor and clicking off, leaving her to immediately be swallowed by the black. For a moment more you can hear her screaming, and then it's cut off as she shrieks, "No, let go of me! Stop it, no stop, noooo-" before she's cut off by a wet gagging noise and more muffled sounds before it's swallowed up by the chorus of voices chanting.\n\n"Tanya!" you scream, shaking all over, caught between racing after her or bolting for the door and not knowing how to do either in this lightless purgatory you seem to have found yourself in. Instead you just whip back and forth, stumbling and reeling as the voices chant, growing louder and louder and more dissonant, until they suddenly all go silent.\n\n<b>"Bad girls deserve to be punished,"</b> a sweet, soft voice whispers right in your ear. \n\nYou let out a scream that's abruptly silenced as a cold, smooth hand claps over your mouth, your flashlight tumbling to the ground as your wrists are grabbed by more hands and yanked apart, the clattering sound of the flashlight hitting the ground marking its light going out. More hands, strange and smooth and cool with segmented fingers, grab and squeeze at you as you writhe and buck in the complete darkness, which is now filled with those dozens of dissonant voices laughing and cooing and growling. You kick your legs as some of the hands start yanking your jeans off, your panties knocked askew as the jeans are forced off down your writhing limbs, more of them grabbing your panties and yanking them down roughly as well. At least six hands grab at your shirt and pull inexorably from different directions, stretching it briefly before it's shredded to pieces, your bra quickly torn off as well, inhuman hands stroking your body and squeezing and smacking at your defenseless nude form as you writhe and keep trying to scream.\n\nYou're abruptly shoved forward, bent over, your scream silenced by a cock being thrust into your mouth and roughly down your throat... at least, it's cock-shaped, but the taste is artificial, something like rubber or plastic, the way it moves not human in the least as it starts fucking your face with a quick, smooth pace that's so perfectly regulated it may as well be a finely-tuned engine's piston. You can't even see enough to make out the outline of whatever's raping your mouth, it's as if the darkness itself is shoving its cock down your throat! You feel something heavy and yielding smack against your bare ass a few times before something of a similar size and consistency as the phallus pumping into your mouth is shoved into your pussy, something like smooth, segmented hips smacking rhythmically against your ass. The sounds of your own gagging and that rhythmic slapping can barely reach your ears over the cacophony of whooping, giggling, and shrieking filling the darkness around you, and even as you're roughly spitroasted those other hands continue rubbing over your back, hips, legs, holding your hands immobile, fondling or slapping your hanging tits as they sway from the thrusts of whatever inhuman things are raping you in the dark.\n\nYou gasp as the thing in your mouth pulls out, and you can feel something gooey and thick splattering all over your face, even as the thing behind you thrusts in deep and smears your insides with what must be more of the same. All those hands work together now, lifting you up even as you scream, begging for mercy, asking where Tanya is, calling for someone to save you, only to cut off abruptly and roll your eyes as your ass is suddenly speared down on a thick rubbery shaft. A heartbeat later your pussy and mouth are being filled as well, hands guiding your head to turn and shoving it onto the thick wobbly pole being stuffed down your throat, some of the hands replaced by more of those rubbery cocks(?!) smacking against you, slapping your belly or striking against your tits, even rubbing against your hips, asscheeks, and feet. Your hands are forced to wrap around a pair of them, the grip on your fingers and wrists making you stroke and pump the long, textured shafts. Perhaps the worst thing is that the strange din of demonic and impish voices and all the physical stimulation has apparently short-circuited a wire in your brain, and you can't help but start getting off on the cocks pumping into your pussy and ass, even from those cocks slapping your tits or belly, and even as more slime is pumped into your holes, down your throat, spurted over your hands and body, your cock-muffled cries of terror begin to mingle with moans of pleasure.\n\nYou gradually begin to lose track of time as you're repositioned again, and again, dozens of segmented plastic hands lifting and turning you, wheeling you around and shifting you into positions for more non-flesh cocks to be shoved into you. It begins to feel like forever that you've been trapped in the darkness, cocks shoved in all three of your holes, or sometimes three cocks shoved in just one of your holes, your eyes rolling and tongue jutting as three of the thick, squeezable shafts pumping into your asshole. Sometimes you feel things almost like big rubbery tits pressing against you, sandwiching your own full breasts from the front and your back behind as you're pressed between two forms in the dark, or smothering your face while multiple cocks pound your pussy. You fade in and out of consciousness, always losing track of time as cocks are pumping into you and the din of chanting and screeching and laughing voices surrounds you, and coming to in a different position with cocks pounding you in a different way and the voices still howling and giggling and shrieking, until you finally tumble down, down away from it all.\n\n<hr>\n<i>[[Time to wake up, little girl~|WilmaFun1x4]]</i>

"That seems the weirdest out of the lot, let's go check it out," you announce, directing your flashlight at the 'Futa Puta Funhouse'.\n\n"Yeah, okay," Tanya says agreeably, the two of you ambling on over to the building and pushing the unlocked door open. For a moment you wonder if you came into the wrong place... isn't this the saloon? Well, it certainly seems to have a similar aesthetic, though slightly more modern, but there's still a bar, a lot of lounging couches, and... wait, is that a stripper pole? You shine your flashlight on it, the glint skittering over it. "What the heck? That is so weird!"\n\n"You know what else is weird?" Tanya says as she wanders over to one of the tables, dragging two fingertips over them and holding them up in front of her eyes. "Isn't it kinda-sorta clean in here? I mean, not super clean, but cleaner than you'd think from how long this place was supposed to be closed."\n\nYou nod slowly, realizing that an abandoned stripper pole really shouldn't be shining like that. "Maybe some teenagers snuck in here to use it as a makeout spot for awhile and... dusted," you trail off, realizing how lame that sounds as you get through it.\n\n"Or they have a heck of a Roomba." Tanya snorts and brushes her fingers off on her shorts. She looks around, moving her flashlight. "Huh, look, stairs. There's a second level, should we check out what's up there?"\n\n"The more interesting stuff could be in the back of the house," you muse aloud, directing your own flashlight towards a hallway that has a small placard reading 'Security'. "If there's a security station back there I bet they've got a map of the place, or maybe some interesting logbooks."\n\n"Ooo, Employees Only!" Tanya chirps as she spots a door in one wall. "I wanna go in, that's always the best part about coming to these abandoned places!"\n\n<hr>\n[[Upstairs.|WilmaFun]]\n\n[[Back area.|WilmaFun]]\n\n[[Employees only.|WilmaFun1x3]]

Maya immediately splutters in outrage. "Ex<i>cuse</i> me?!"\n\n"Yeah, look, he's a weeb, isn't he?" you say placidly, which at least distracts her into a different sort of disapproving look mingling 'don't call my crush a weeb' and 'of course my crush is a weeb'. "So look, he'll either have a blustery western male reaction where he'll be so overcome with jealousy that he'll rush to you and attempt to prove himself worthy, or he'll have a hentai doujin character reaction where his spirit will be broken and he'll become your submissive little slave."\n\n"... I don't think I want to break his spirit..." Maya mutters, shifting uncomfortably. Though you saw her ears practically perk at 'submissive little slave'. \n\n<hr>\n[["Anyway, good luck with that!"|GGMB1x1]]\n\n[["Hey, I'll even help!"|GGMB3x2]]

The sun rises and sets, rises and sets, and nothing much changes for you. You stay in the same pose, day after day, facing the pool, your ass and gaping tube of a pussy directed right at the back door of the mansion. Errana fucks you several times a day at first, the heat of her cock and the wet feeling of her cum adding to the already constant feeling of being fucked and almost cumming. But after a few weeks, it's clear the new has worn off, and her cock slips into your tunnel much less often. Rise and set, rise and set, leaves fall to brush around your delicate marble feet, snow falls to pile on your back and ass, snow thaws to sent cold trickles down the stone of your skin and sometimes flood your pussy, leaves bloom.\n\nYou do have a front row seat as Errana brings others over like she brought you, frollicking in the pool, always devolving into sex (or attempts thereof). Men, women, girls, boys, apparently your owner likes them all, and no matter how much you wish you could you can't shout a warning to any of them. Some escape unscathed, either before or after some frenzied fucking with the lewd-bodied demoness. Others share similar fates to yours, being changed into various things before your eyes. Some become dogs as Svarog pounds away at their holes. Others have their bodies twisted into demonic forms, obviously weaker and bound to Errana's service. One unlucky boy a few years older than you falls victim to one of Errana's lewder whims and has his entire body changed into a statue of a massive marble cock (Indus Gold, according to Errana), forever ejaculating a constant fountain of clean, clear water in a spray out into the pool.\n\nAnd amidst it all are the ones who notice you. Most of them boys, some men, they comment on what a gorgeous statue you are, at Errana's urging moving around to inspect you from all angles. You can never see it, but you often hear the little catch of breath as they see the lewd gape of your pussy amidst the otherwise "tasteful" statue of a naked teenage girl. Errana always urges them to give it a try, and more often than not they slip their throbbing, hot cocks inside you and pump away. Almost none of them are as big as Errana, but sliding against the perfectly smooth walls of your Sodalite cunt always seems to get them off anyway and have them leaving hot cum pooling deep inside the cold stone of your depths. In all, hundreds of strangers probably make use of you before meeting their fate at Errana's hands or just wandering off once she's had her fun with them, never to be seen again.\n\nTime continues to pass... you have no way of marking how much, having long ago lost track of how many times the seasons have changed. You know it's years... probably more like decades, maybe even a century. The stuff people are wearing when Errana invites them back has certainly gotten a lot more high tech, reminding you of how much you used to love playing with gadgets, before you became the most low-tech sex toy to ever exist. In any event, one day after all that time, Errana's passing by you on her way for a (solo) swim when she pauses and turns to look at you. You're actually hoping that she'll take a moment to fuck your tunnel... she hasn't in years, and it's gotten to the point where any sort of stimulation and difference from routine is enjoyable.\n\n"You know... this thing has gotten a little stale," she muses aloud, reaching up to rub your chin. You feel a momentary surge of fear, vaguely remembering some mention of 'pretty gravel' from many long years ago. But then she continues. "Need to spice it up a little bit. It needs something. ... Ah. I've got it!" She snaps her fingers, and for the first time in all your years your view shifts, raising up as a mount apparently grows under your feet. But that's apparently not all she means, since she gives a little giggle. "Now, to find a good match..."\n\nThe next day, she brings back a slender, rather pretty boy your own age... well, the age you were when you were petrified, anyway. He casts several glances your way all throughout the day... as he's shown in, as he's gently teased into stripping down to swim (his blush going all the way down to his cute asscheeks), as Errana presses in and kisses him, as she draws him off to several orgasms just by wrapping those immense tits around his slender, pretty young cock. Admittedly, you're a bit distracted from all of this... it's not anything you haven't seen a few thousand times before, after all, you're actually a bit more interested in the fact that you have a slightly better view of the pool area now.\n\nAfter several hours of debauching himself with Errana, the boy's eyes still wander back to you. "Hey, can I go take a look at that statue? It's... really pretty."\n\n"Falling in love with her, dear?" Errana laughs as he blushes again. "Oh, I don't blame you, I fell in love with her once too. I encourage it in fact... both you falling in love and you going and having a look."\n\nHe rises up, his cock slipping out of her pussy, wobbling half-hard and dripping mingled fluids as he moves over to you, hesitant hands reaching out to stroke the smooth stone of your side, running along your perfect carved belly, even hesitantly tracing over your stiff nipples. And as always, you hear the little intake of breath as he moves behind you. "She's..."\n\n"That's what the other stand is there for, obviously. Go on, try it. No need to be embarrassed."\n\nSoon you feel his hands stroking your ass, gripping your hips, and his cock slides inside you. His moans are sweeter and softer than any you can remember in a long time, and frankly you find yourself falling in love as well. And then, as his thrusts are becoming more frantic, as he's panting and gasping, with you imagining him arching his back and throwing back his head, eyes closed, face a mask of ecstasy, his cock quivering and obviously about to spill his load inside you... he freezes.\n\n"<i>Perfect</i>! Absolutely perfect! I'm a complete artistic genius!" Errana squeals as she moves in a slow circle around the two of you. While she's behind, you hear her give a small 'hm'. "Needs to be a perfect fit," she murmurs, and the crisp snap of her fingers rings out again. The boy whose name you don't know's cock gradually swells larger and longer inside you, until it completely fills the smooth tunnel of your pussy, throbbing urgently against every square millimeter of you. Errana circles around to the front, taking in the view for a moment more, face thoughtful, before she smiles. "'Rosa Levanto', it's perfect," she whispers to herself, before snapping her fingers once more. Moments later, you can feel that hot, throbbing cock inside you go cold and unmoving, the heat of his hands on your hips ceasing and becoming a solid, unmoving grip.\n\n"'Young Lovers'... a bit simplistic, but how could I possibly call it anything else," Errana announces, snapping her fingers. You don't see anything, but you imagine a plaque has appeared on the front of your base. She spends a bit longer admiring the view, before just smiling and walking past you, disappearing out of your view again. Leaving the two of you there, looking forward to the next few thousand years of constantly being in the midst of fucking each other to completion without ever being able to finish.\n\nYou sigh mentally. You hope your Rosa Levanto lover froze in a position with a decent view, or he's going to have a very boring, yet stimulated, eternity.\n\n<b>Dog Park End</b> - <i>Stone cold beautiful</i>

There are times when even trying to entertain yourself just seems more effort than it's worth. So you settle in to a long string of pointless flash games, opening and then closing things to read, and in general just being a complete lump of a human being. Ah, the bright summer days of youth.\n\nYou're jolted somewhat out of your mild daze by the sound of a car door closing. Pushing your chair a bit closer to the window, you peek out and catch a glimpse of your mother coming up the front walk. A bit early for her, but not that unusual. You do a quick glance at your computer screen to see if there's anything incriminating on the screen, then glance down and consider putting on some pants. ... Eh. Maybe if it was Dad, but not exactly anything to be embarrassed about with the other lady of the house.\n\nYou listen to the sound of her coming up the stairs and walking down the hall, waiting to see if she knocks on your door. But no, she continues on down the hall and to her own room, apparently figuring you're either deep in some virtual world or maybe even out.\n\nWhich isn't to say you can't go say "hi", at least...\n\n<hr>\n[[Go say hello.|GGParent4x1]]\n\n[[Nah.|GGParent1x1]]

Tandy smiled and approached the counter as the customer walked up, looking past the glass at the petite blonde. "Good afternoon, I'm Tandy!"\n\n"Um, hi, my name's Leslie."\n\n"Well, Leslie, what sort of tasty sweet treat brings you in today?" Tandy chirped, glancing down at the ice cream tubs in front of her. "A scoop, a cookie, a bag of-"\n\n"Actually," Leslie interrupted, frowning a little. "I'm looking for my friend Cyan. It's been months and nobody's seen her. But I heard from somebody that she might have come in here not long before she disappeared, so I wanted to come and ask if you know where she might be."\n\n"Cyan... Cyan..." Tandy murmured, tapping a nail gently against her lower lip, before she smiled brightly again. "Oh, pretty girl, blue-tipped hair, a bit gothy?"\n\n"Yeah!" Leslie's eyes lit up, and she leaned against the glass window separating them. "Have you seen her?!"\n\n"She did come in, that's true. I made her what was, at the time, one of our newest attractions, the Jersey Devil Shake. New then, of course, but in an hour or so they'll be lined up almost out the door for them. They've become <i>extremely</i> popular over the last few months. Usually by closing time I've sold dozens of them, one day I sold 227, can you imagine!" Tandy sighed happily, laying a hand against her cheek. "It never would have been possible if I hadn't automated the process, but at this point I'm almost afraid that it's going to strain the production, especially after that piece in the magazine gets published next week. Demand's going to double, easily, and-"\n\n"Uh, my friend?" Leslie interrupted, frowning a little.\n\n"Oh, right, of course! I'm sorry dear, I haven't seen her face since that day," Tandy replied, spreading her hands and shrugging, tits wobbling slightly. "She came in, had a milkshake, and now, well. You never know, dear, people go through changes sometime, maybe she found somewhere she fit in more neatly, or gained some sort of permanent position with a business she didn't tell anyone else about."\n\n"... Maybe." Leslie shook her head, sighing. "Sorry to bother you, I guess."\n\n"Oh, it's no bother, and I wish I could do more about reuniting you with your friend! Actually, on that note," Tandy said brightly, bending to retrieve a chilled tumbler. "Why don't I make you a Jersey Devil Shake as well? On the house!"\n\n"Er, no thanks, I-"\n\n"Come now, dear, what could it hurt? I'll make it for you exactly the way I made hers. It might put you in the same frame of mind it put her in, and before you know it you could be side-by-side, together again!"\n\n"... Well... okay," Leslie allowed finally, nodding. "If you think it could help me get together with Cyan again."\n\n"Darling, I guarantee it," Tandy answered with a wink, sliding open the lid of the ice cream freezer and plucking up the scoop, bringing it towards the chocolate cherry swirl bin.\n\n<b>Tandy's Candy</b> end - <i>Devils in the dark</i>

"What if we just alter our course now and angle around the other way?" you suggest, pointing at the opposite side of the particle bloom. "Look, almost all the particles are drifting out that way, on the side we were going to pass on originally, the bloom's a lot less heavy on the opposite side. If the particles are messing up their sensors too, they might not even notice us... and if they do, they'd have to go through the particle bloom to get to us by the time we're in visual range, right?"\n\n"Captain, I wouldn't advise that," Riksa speaks up, frowning just a bit. "Particle blooms can be unpredictable, we can't assume that it will be behaving the same way by the time we get there."\n\n"But the alternative is to add another day to our run, correct?" Luna notes mildly.\n\nRiksa nods a bit grudgingly. "That is undeniabl, yes."\n\nSykes glances at Riksa, then you, then stares at the screen for a moment, her lips pursed a bit. Finally she nods and says, "We'll skim the particle bloom on the other side. Plot the course change and send it to Loen. Good work, both of you," she adds, glancing at Riksa and you again.\n\n"Sir," you acknowledge with a grin.\n\n"Sir," Riksa says in a somewhat empty tone.\n\nLuna and Sykes head back over to the captain's chair area, talking quietly, while Riksa begins explaining the steps for redoing a longterm course. He doesn't seem quite as warm about it as before... not cold or chilly, precisely, maybe just a bit more stiff. You feel a little bad about it... you didn't mean to undermine him, you just wanted to offer a useful suggestion. Though since he's not being unkind to you, really, you eventually get the sense that it's not so much that he blames you as he is worried about what might happen.\n\nYou're sent to a few of the other stations throughout the day to pick up on the basics of working the shields and the weapons, and eventually you're told that the shift is over and you can head back to your quarters. You mostly faff around doing some reading about more of the ship's systems before flopping into bed for the night.\n\nIn the morning Luna comes and collects you again, the two of you heading back to the bridge. This time Buun gives up his station and you settle down into it, with him and Loen giving you cheerful pointers on how to fly. Not that you're allowed to do all that much, since the ship is mostly following a precharted course at this point, but the fact that you're in the copilot's seat of a spaceship at all is pretty great. Buun seems pretty easygoing, though as the ship approaches the particle bloom you can feel him edging up closer to the seat, apparently getting ready to dive in and take it back on a moment's notice. You watch as the bright fountain of tiny colored dots slides closer on the sensors, though there's no real sign of it on the actual 'naked eye' view of the forward screen.\n\n"We're passing the bloom now," Loen announces. "No sign of any pursuit!"\n\n"Nothing on sensors," Riksa agrees, just before his panel, Loen's, and yours start beeping urgently. "Captain! The particle bloom is erupting! It will overwhelm our shields!"\n\nYou can see it, too... a massive wave of fast-moving dots, so many of them it's basically a solid color, sweeping right towards the icon that indicates the <i>Alcatraz</i>, a wave of-\n\n<hr>\n[[-pink.|GGSP]]\n\n[[-pink and blue.|GGSP]]\n\n[[-blue.|GGSP]]\n\n[[-purple.|GGSP]]\n\n[[-green.|GGSP]]\n\n[[-gray.|GGSP]]

* <b>Main:</b> Updates to [[Capture|GGCaptureStart]]:\n** Cyan can leap out of the alley and try to shoot Tifa with the Mysogibot Rifle the second she passes. This completes Tifa's MB Rifle option.\n** She can now also look in on the reconditioned Tifa in the Slut Gallery.\n* <b>Main:</b> Buddy and Cody can now go to [[Cosplay Casbah|BuddyOct12x1]] investigating Buddy's transformation into Mai Shiranui.\n* <b>Main:</b> Wilma can explore the arcade at [[Felipe's Funland|WilmaFun4x1]].\n* <b>Main:</b> Jamie can [[not hear anything|QOSuc5x1]] after first arriving in the adventure world with Mary. (There's a few other tweaks in other parts of the Adventure World scenario too.)\n* Fixed a bug in the new Capture bits.\n* More Wilma at Funland stuff.\n* <b>Main:</b> "Kovam" can now decide he's had enough of "Cyan's" [[bullshit|GGMonk13x2]].\n* <b>Main</b>: Cyan can [[tell her mother|GGDog1x4]] what happened at the dog park.\n* More stuff of Cyan and her mom.\n* <b>Main:</b> Cypher can now tell Ami to [[stay behind|Cypher5x1]] when going to the Mulsap Twelve station.\n* <b>Main:</b> Incubus Jamie can now suggest that he, Maya, and Keva [[all go out together|QOFamInc1x1]].\n* <b>Main:</b> FFTL2x7 (train yard split) FFTL2x19 (clues)\n* <b>Main:</b> Anubilis can now continue on to [[conquer Michiru|HLSenshi14x6]] after enslaving Haruka. Female Anubilis can also elect to [[leave Rei's apartment|HLSenshi13x4]]. (Also changed her look a bit.)\n* <b>Main:</b> Sam and Aunt Kelly can now set up their camping tent on the [[Thunderbird stone|Camping5x1]].

"I'm still going," you say a bit stiffly. "Just... a lot to take in, is all."\n\n"Yeah, it is that," Sima agrees easily enough. \n\nThe two of you stand in silence, save for the whisper-quiet tick of the clock on the nearby wall, a sound normally completely lost in having any real amount of people moving around. The <i>klk</i> of the minute and hour hands settling into place at the same time seems unnaturally loud, but it works like a starter gunshot and sends your hand snapping out to grab the door handle. You take a deep breath to calm yourself a little, then turn the handle and pull the door open.\n\nYour eyes widen some at what you see beyond. That's... definitely a hallway. Wider and longer than should be able to be contained by where the door is in the school. It's dark inside... well, not completely dark, just dim. There's enough that you can see, surprisingly enough, that it does look like a school hallway, lined with lockers, many of which are hanging open or have their doors ripped off or dented and twisted. Just that it looks... old. Like, not even just as old as the original Deviville High that was torn down to build this one about fifty years ago, it looks... older than Deviville. A thick layer of grime is layered over the cracked black and white tiles, and the smell of stale air and damp wafts out and hits you in the face.\n\nYou glance aside at Sima, who just smiles at you and wiggle-waves her fingers. "Have fu~n!"\n\nNodding a bit distantly, you step forward and through the door, which swings closed behind you, briefly putting you into near-complete dark, only a bit of light shining from... somewhere... leaving enough illumination to make out vague shapes and outlines. You quickly fumble in your bag for the little USB flashlight you bought as part of a pair awhile back for blackouts, quietly calling your past self an idiot for complaining that they were only sold in twos when you just needed one for your bedside. Clicking it on brings the view of the hallway back, the little flashlight seeming to surprisingly brighten up much of the area around you, even if it doesn't quite reach to the end of the hallway.\n\nIn your brief panic to get out the flashlight, you hadn't really been able to notice anything else... or think at all, really, which is a slightly scary thought in itself. But now that you're inside the... what did Sima call it, the Corridors?... it's like they're sort of, well, wrapped around all your senses. You wouldn't call it noisy, per se, and yet somehow you can't call it quiet, either, just that most of the sounds are near-subliminal. A sense of constant breeze despite how still and close the air otherwise seems. Something that sounds wet... you couldn't even call it dripping, or trickling, it just sounds <i>wet</i>. A soft, faint skittery noise that starts, stops, starts again in random little bursts, but seems muffled, as if far away, except for brief periods where it doesn't sound muffled at all, making you swing back and forth looking for movement and finding nothing. Somewhere off in the distance, possibly separated by walls (or just numerous more long hallways like this one) is a slow, steady impact, like some sort of machinery piston, <i>tm, tm, tm, tm</i> on and on.\n\nAnd that smell is stronger, in your nose, your mouth, somehow feeling like it's all over your skin, like you could smell or taste it through your pores. The most prominent part of it is definitely musty, like mold from... from books, and wet cloth, and rotting leather. But there's a weirdly dense layer of scent-tastes under it, something almost sweet, something almost spicy, something pretty sour, something very salty. Parts of those last suddenly call to mind being in a place very far from here, safe and naked in your own bed, lifting dripping fingers from between your legs and looking at them in a mixture of embarrassment and pride, and then bringing them to your lips in spontaneous curiosity and rolling your tongue over your fingertips. Remembering something so intimate and comfortable and sexual feels almost like a violation in this place, somehow, and yet once the connection is made you can't unmake it, and despite the sort of overall decay-ness of the scent you find your body reacting, nipples stiffening and pussy growing damp beneath your jeans.\n\n'Jesus,' you think, a little more sincerely than you might normally. You find yourself with the faint urge to make the sign of the cross on yourself, but brush it off, partly because well, you're not really Catholic (you're not much of anything to be honest), but also because of the faint but inescapable feeling that something in here might find it objectionable enough to act on.\n\nYou turn to look behind you fully, and let out a rush of a relieved breath at the sight of the familiar-looking door, a sudden terror having risen up in you that it might have vanished. It's still there, though, even marked with the same signs and symbols as on the outside, as if to help identify it as the way home. You have a very strong urge to rush over and right back through it.\n\nOf course you'd been getting the sense that if you chickened out after saying you'd be eager to explore a strange new place, Sima probably would have punished you for your insincerity, and you're not at all certain she'd be terribly merciful just because you only chickened out after actually taking a few steps into the Corridors and seeing how disconcerting and scary it really was. You're not entirely certain what she can or might really <i>do</i>, but you're also not sure if it could be any worse than walking alone through this place.\n\n<hr>\n[[Leave.|GGMB]]\n\n[[Venture on.|GGMB4x8]]

"Why don't both you and I go after this Doctor Ceratops guy?" you suggest. "I mean, between the two of us we ought to be able to handle a scientist, right?"\n\n"Probably not," Ydoncha says blandly, which you're... not sure how to take as she starts typing on the console. "But eh. Not like there's anything better to do. I'll prep a stealth shuttle for us and we'll head towards his hideout, since it's been identified. It'll go <i>great</i>," she adds in a mutter.\n\nYou're a little worried now as you and Ydoncha step onto the glowing platform, and between blinks you find yourself in a slightly cramped cockpit area. You let Ydoncha move ahead to take one of the two seats, before settling into the other. "Er, is this guy tough or something?"\n\n"Noooo, he's not tough at all, that's why he's already captured and in custody," Ydoncha snorts, rolling her eyes as she works the controls, the stars outside starting to move, then stretching and flashing by the viewport ahead of you. "He's just the worst Saurian criminal in galactic history that's all."\n\n"That's... pretty bad, huh? Are Saurian criminals notorious or something?"\n\n"Oh gosh I can't wait to tell someone completely ignorant of galactic races about Saurians. ... Sorry, I actually don't mind at all," Ydoncha adds, glancing over and lifting a hand to wave it side-to-side a little. "I did want to be a teacher after all. Anyway, Saurians are less one particular race and more of a social identity, their evolution makes tooootal sense and isn't bullshit at all. But they are one of the oldest sentient races in the known universe, and they're not afraid to remind anyone of it. Most of them are just a taaaaad condescending towards anyone that's not a Saurian or something close to it, but there is a faction of Saurian Supremacists who don't want to have any contact at all with mostly mammalian races because it 'dirties' them, super great guys, just looove that kind of outlook."\n\n"And this Doctor Ceratops guy is one of them?"\n\n"Used to be. He got kicked out. Because that's something to be proud of."\n\n"Kicked out? What for? Was he too extreme for them?"\n\n"Kind of. But he actually got kicked out for bestiality." At your blink, she glances over. "And yeah, sure, I totally mean with actual animals. Yanno, if that makes you feel better than what it was actually for."\n\n"Uh... so, he hates mammals, but he...?"\n\n"Right. I bet that's not common at <i>all</i>, totally extremely rare. Anyway, he's into a ton of illegal gene modding and other stuff that is absolutely normal to be interested by and he's definitely in it for the science like he claims, not as some kind of twisted power trip, who'd believe that? But he uses this stuff on himself a ton too, not that anyone would call what he has superpowers, that's just silly."\n\n"... Yyyyikes. Okay, so what do we do?"\n\n"Fail, probably," she replies in a flat tone, then shrugs. "But I guess before that, we decide how to approach this."\n\n"Uh, well, lemme think." You take off your helmet and rub your head a bit. "Okay, so I'm only a rookie, but I guess the basics of police work are like... you either try to take down the suspect, or you go in with greater force, or you learn more about the suspect to make it easier to catch them."\n\n"Brilliant deductions, genius." Ydoncha glances over, then gives you a thumbs-up. "Seriously, you're on a good track. Okay, we can either [[continue to his hideout|GGSR]], go get some [[backup|GGSR]], or try talking to some of his [[former associates|GGSR]], 'cause I bet they'd just loooove talking to a couple of mammal Space Rangers."

Without really thinking, more because you're shocked and feel the need to know more than anything else, you tap the last entry on the list. The screen shifts to read 'Updating database' with a quickly filling progress bar below it. Once it hits 100%, there's a hiss and you turn to see one of the pods swing its top open, freeing a billowing cloud of vapor and... you!\n\nOr rather, you wearing a tight, shiny purple bodysuit. She's the same in every way... the effect isn't quite as strange since you have a twin, but even then Mirai was always the slightly taller one, and maybe even a little better endowed. This... android... is just <i>you</i>, like looking in a mirror!\n\n<img src="images/Mareibot.png">\n\n"Hello, Mistress," she says, with that strange sound of hearing yourself on a recording except... definitely stranger for it being <i>those</i> words coming out of her mouth. "It's nice to finally meet you. My condolences on the Master's passing," she adds, a sad look on her face as she bows her head and claps twice, sending tremors through her bodysuit-clad tits.\n\n"You... you know about that?" you stammer, still in shock.\n\n"The Master left data collection devices in the house, so that my knowledge database of the family's doings could be kept up to date for when I was activated. Apparently they've continued to function after his death."\n\n"Yeah that sounds like him," you say, expression going a bit flat.\n\n"I understand that you must have many questions, so please allow me to explain," the... you-bot... says, resting one hand on her hip and gesturing with the other, exactly like you sometimes do. "The Master was always very supportive of your desire to devote yourself entirely to raising the Young Master. However, his extensive work with various overseas companies involved contact with cultures where it was very important to have a wife visibly supporting the husband, especially at functions and meetups."\n\n"Well... yes, I do recall hearing that a lot of Japanese companies especially are like that," you allow, folding your arms under your chest. "So, what, darling made you to take along on his business trips to these places, so that I could stay home with Ken?"\n\n"Correct. I was also occasionally used when you were away on trips with Ken, to do the cleaning and cooking. After all, as I told the Master myself, you wouldn't want him to starve or not have clean clothes while you were visiting relatives and he was working at home, right?"\n\nYou nod, having to give her that one. You always worried about that, and apparently even an android based on you was able to see that coming. It does help explain why darling never looked undernourished or tattered when you got back from being away, which you always chalked up to delivery meals and just throwing away his old clothes and buying new ones before. (You loved him very much but darling <i>was</i> that sort of absentminded professor, after all.) Then you eye her. "That was... all you did?"\n\n"Yes. Although I am built on the same base form as the other androids, meaning I am fully anatomically correct and programmed with a sexual performance database, the Master never chose to utilize those functions."\n\nHuh. ... Almost makes you feel a bit bad that you were considering using an android as a replacement when darling was apparently above that, but then again your late husband didn't actually have that much of a sex drive. And it's a bit of a different situation for you. You eye your android double, who's now folded her arms under her own chest and is just looking at you expectantly, apparently unbothered by the whole scene.\n\n"Well. The thing is, I was... considering using one of these androids for just that purpose when I discovered you," you admit.\n\n"That did seem a fairly likely reason for you coming here," the Mareibot allows, bobbing her head. At your blush, she smiles. "No need to be embarrassed, Mistress, the Master has been gone a long time. Well, if you still wished to activate one of the others and deactivate me, I won't mind. Or you could activate one in addition to me. Of course there are other options."\n\n"'Other options'?" you ask before really thinking.\n\n"As said, I am as sexually proficient as the others, and capable of altering my form to be a more compatible lover," she explains cheerfully, the crotch of her bodysuit briefly bulging outward into a very obvious shape hugged by the shiny material. While your mind's still swimming with the strange feelings that the sight of seeing 'yourself' growing and then disappearing a cock is still leaving you gawking, she adds, "Or I could simply look after Ken during his illness while you went out to satisfy your needs elsewhere. You would not have to worry about leaving him home alone or making him worry about your dating if he was not actually aware you were gone, after all."\n\nOkay, that's a better point, you allow. Admittedly if there were two of you, you could have a lot more of a social life without worrying about neglecting Ken. He's a young man now, after all, he... doesn't <i>necessarily</i> need you hovering over him all the time, but having a "you" there on-call is definitely a good idea. ... Alternatively you could always send her off to do the less fun things like PTA meetings and whatnot, and just have her brief you afterwards on what happened. Nobody would know anything was up because they'd never see you together, and if they ever did see you together (or it was said you were in two places at once), people would just assume Mirai was in town.\n\nStill, it's a little weird to think of having an android duplicate of you around, especially one that apparently played "fill-in wife" for your late husband.\n\n<hr>\n[[Take the Mareibot home.|MareiBots]]\n\n[[Shut the Mareibot down and choose a different android.|MareiBots]]\n\n[[Take the Mareibot <i>and</i> another android home.|MareiBots]]

After some more sobbing and crying and hysterical demands to know what's going on, everyone pretty much tires themselves out and flops down to sit. You pace back and forth a little, eventually getting used to the *skwnch, skwnch, skwnch* that comes every time your body moves and the somewhat higher squeaks every time you happen to rub against yourself. \n\n"Hey, what about the others?" Hanna suddenly asks, raising her head and looking at you with solid, featureless blue eyes.\n\nYou blink... or at least you think you do, it's sometimes weird to tell which parts of you are still separate from other parts... and look towards the wall of your box. Apparently taking the iniative, Cassie pushes herself to her feet and walks over to the wall, her trim red rubber butt moving with her steps as she leans close, cupping her hands around her eyes.\n\n"I'm pretty sure they've been changed too. I can't see any uniforms, and they're all blue. And, uh..." She glances back towards you, and you're pretty sure she'd blush if her whole body weren't already candy apple red. "I think they're all having sex."\n\nYou blink and walk over to the wall as well, leaning in to look, trying not to pay attention to your purple latex C-cups squashing against the glass. Some of the others come over to look as well. "Um, yeah, pretty sure that's a naked, blue Coach Morrison with her hand up a naked, blue Alisson's pussy," Kiera, the girl with the best eyesight on the squad, confirms. She glances at the rest of you, raising her moulded yellow brows. "I guess don't let a bad situation get you down, huh?"\n\n"Some... some people have a weird reaction to stress?" you venture, your mind reeling almost as much from the concept of an orgy involving five of your squadmates as it has from all the rest of the strangeness. Then you frown a little. "Or it's probably a different weird effect of whatever did this to us."\n\n"Boy, good thing we didn't get <i>that</i> effect, that would have been <i>awful</i>," Kiera says dryly, causing you and some of the others to look at her as if she might be having her own odd reaction to stress.\n\nThen you hear loud footsteps... two pairs this time... as the giant returns. He really is pretty normal-looking... bit homely, big nose, shaggy brown hair, wearing a flannel shirt and jeans, just like some rustic worker. The giantess with him must be his wife, and she's actually a bit prettier, with long dark hair (seriously long, considering) and breasts that would be a D-cup on a normal woman under her building-sized 'Frankie Says Relax' t-shirt that gives glimpses of pale green panties.\n\n<hr>\n[[Continue.|CheerForest2x5]]

"Oh, got supplies today, I see," the giantess says cheerfully, pulling off her shirt, her room-sized tits wobbling and swaying freely with the motion.\n\n"Hey!" Kiera calls, apparently taking offense to being called 'supplies'. She flips the giants a yellow rubber middle finger, but if either of them notice her outburst then they give no sign of it.\n\n"Yeah, practically stumbled over 'em, just left there. All clean, though, still sealed up," the giant adds as he shrugs out of his own shirt and starts undoing his belt.\n\n"Uh, are we about to see what I think we're about to see?" Cassie says with a gulp as the giantess drops her panties, revealing a trimmed black bush that's still probably higher than most lawns, then climbs up onto the bed and lays on her back.\n\n"Eeeyup," Kiera answers evenly, though she doesn't seem altogether put off as the giant lets his pants drop, his partly-hard, car-sized cock swinging free.\n\nEven though you don't necessarily want to watch, it's too much of a spectacle to look away from as the giant kneels between his wife's legs, wrapping his arms around her somewhat thick thighs and starting to go to work with his mouth. 'At least he's a thoughtful husband,' you think distantly, fighting the urge to giggle hysterically. The giantess' moans boom through the room, probably sounding deeper to all of you than they really are, though you think the glass mitigates it a little. You're not even sure how you'd get properly turned on in this body... your nipples seem to have been a casualty of the transformation, your breasts just featureless perky teardropped shaped mounds on your chest, and your pussy is just a shaped hole between your legs made of the same solid rubber the rest of you is. Still, you have to admit, it is a bit hot.\n\nThe giant spends a good long time working the giantess over with his tongue, leaving her writhing and bucking and moaning happily, until finally he straightens up and looks down at her. "Still taking precautions?"\n\n"Hm, yeah, not quite ready." She grins up at him, face flushed.\n\nThe giant nods, then reaches over, his massive hand ducking into your box. All of you shriek and try to get away, but he just keeps feeling around, idle and unhurried as someone trying to grab something out of a drawer that keeps slipping away. It's obvious he's not going to give up until he finds someone... and that someone is Cassie, his fingers pinching around her middle as he starts to lift her flailing form up and away.\n\n<hr>\n[[Grab her! Save her!|CheerForest]]\n\n[[It's too late!|CheerForest2x6]]

Cassie is already lifted up above the top of the box before you can force yourself into motion. Before any of you can really react, his hand dips back in and grabs up Hanna, lifting her up and out as well. The four of you remaining stare in shock and horror as, after passing Hanna to his wife, the giant takes Cassie by the legs and brings her to the tip of his immense cock. He actually pulls her onto it, her body stretching and deforming as he pulls her down along it, her features slowly disappearing as she's pulled wider and wider, until eventually she looks like an actual red condom applied to his jutting giant hardon.\n\nAccepting the squirming, protesting Hanna back from his wife, the giant proceeds to double-bag himself using the second girl, her body stretching over his Cassie-sheathed prick until she too is stretched beyond human form, having taken on a faint purplish color with Cassie's red showing through. The giant then quickly pushes his wife onto her back, sliding his rubber-clad cock into her pussy and starting to pump into her eagerly.\n\n"What a ride," snickers Kiera, yellow rubber eyes not leaving the scene even as you glare at her. But you find yourself looking back, staring at the colorful, stretched forms of your friends as they're worked in and out of the giantess' slick pink pussy, Hanna's blue surface now glistening brightly, as well as the bit of Cassie's red skin poking out from beneath the edge of her. Condoms... you've all been turned into girl-shaped condoms!\n\nEventually the giant groans and shoves in deep, his huge balls visibly twitching. When he drags his cheerleader-clad cock out of his wife, you can see that your friends' tips are swelled up with a large load, enough to dangle heavily away from the giant's cocktip. You watch in horror as he pulls both stretched rubber sheaths off at once and ties a knot in them, tossing them over the side and into a garbage can.\n\n"Mm, wanna have a quick go again?" he asks, grinning.\n\n"Suuure," the giantess replies langurously. "You can probably just use one this time."\n\nNodding, the giant again reaches over and into your box, apparently intending to take out another girl-condom.\n\n<hr>\n[[Sacrifice yourself for the others!|CheerForest2x7]]\n\n[[Screw that, sacrifice Kiera.|CheerForest20x1]]

Wracked with guilt over not being able to save Cassie and Hanna, you fling yourself against the giant's hand, wrapping your purple arms and legs around one of his fingers. He raises his hand back up and peels you off his finger, then grasps hold of your sleek, moulded rubber legs. You can feel the immense size and heat of his cock against the hole of your pussy, and without waiting, he simply starts pulling you onto him, your tiny little teen cunt spreading around his engine block-sized cockhead.\n\nYour solid-color rubber eyes go wide and your mouth opens as your flat belly bulges obscenely with the shape of his cockhead. You thought it might hurt or, at most, feel like nothing when he does it. Instead you climax instantly, your body trying to tremble in his grip and around the huge bulge inside you. And you just keep orgasming as he continues dragging you down, that bulge moving up between your breasts and the bottom of your throat.\n\nOnce he gets to your head the rest of your body begins to stretch and deform like you saw happen to Cassie and Hanna earlier, only this time you realize how fantastic it must have felt for them. Your breasts are the first to go as your torso is stretched into a dick-filled tube, and then your arms begin retracting into you as you're spread over more and more surface area. Finally the giant grips you by the obscenely stretched lips of your pussy and hauls on you from there instead, so that your legs too can pull in and stretch, until finally the snug ring of your pussy, stretched many feet wide, settles near the base of his cock. Your now featureless head has formed the reservoir tip, a dribble of pre escaping the end of his prick and sliding down your inside.\n\nYour whole entire body is filled and touched over every part of its inside with cock, and you absolutely love it. Orgasms don't even really mean anything to you now, it's just pleasure spread throughout the stretched sheath of your form. You can feel his dick throbbing and pulsing all inside you, through you, like he's fucking your entire existence, using you for the purpose your rubbery body was made for.\n\nYou feel your tip rubbing against something even hotter and very wet, and then you're sliding into a pussy. Its silky, sopping walls slide around your outside even as dick shudders and swells inside you. You moan internally as the walls of the pussy surround you completely, and then stroke along your outside, the dick you're hugging pumping into the sodden cavern eagerly. You can feel yourself being grasped at, squeezed at, enough to slide you just a little off of the immense dong filling your form, but you cling fast to it.\n\nFinally the dick stretching you to tautness quivers and jumps inside the wet confines of the pussy you're sheathed in and begins pumping its load into you. As your tip, your head, the former repository of your mind swells with blast after blast of thick cum, the pleasure of being a snug, enclosing cocksheath overcomes you, wiping out the last traces of Amanda the Cheerleader and leaving in her place simply a slightly overfilled purple condom.\n\n<hr>\n\n[[Game Over.|CheerForest2xEnd]]

"Sounds kinda like thunder," you reply, frowning a little.\n\n"Just what we need on top of everything, rain," one of the girls grouses, peering out the window.\n\nThere's another distant rumble, and then another. This time, though, you feel a faint vibration of the bus floor through your sneakers. You blink, looking down, then around. From the looks on other girls' faces, you're not the only one who noticed it. And with the next loud boom, there's no mistaking that the whole bus shakes. The next one comes faster, rattling the windows, and girls start screaming.\n\n"It's an earthquake!"\n\n"It's explosions, we're being bombed!"\n\n"Stop it, don't panic!" you try to shout over the growing hysteria, when the entire bus lurches, inducing more panicked wails. You fling yourself against the back of a seat and hold on tightly. The whole bush wobbles and shakes like a ship in storming seas, and you look out the window to see that the treeline is below, and part of the windows are blocked by a giant <i>thumb</i>. The dark night sky soars by as the bus rocks and the passengers (including you) scream until they're just too tired anymore. Then all of you simply stare in shock, holding onto the seats for dear life.\n\nIt's hard to see properly with things moving like they are, but eventually you think you can make out a large house... that proves to be positively enormous as you get closer and closer, proving to be in scale with whatever's holding the bus. The night sky is replaced by artificial-seeming light, and then suddenly massive fingers yank the back door of the bus open. Girls start screaming again as the fingers bend the metal, forcing the back of the bus wide open. Then the vehicle is tilted vertically, with some sort of glass box directly below. The bus wiggles back and forth and cheerleaders start slipping and falling out the back. You see Alisson and Shelly drop down and several others. Coach Morrison is holding onto the steering wheel, but her hands are slipping.\n\n<hr>\n[[Try to grab her!|CheerForest]]\n\n[[You can't hold on and save her too!|CheerForest2x2]]

You start to reach for Coach Morrison, only to realize that you're already beginning to slip off the back of your seat. You reflexively yank your hand back and dig it into the aged seatcover, wincing as your teacher loses her own grip and goes plummeting down the aisle with a scream, dropping into that box below.\n\nThe bus tilts back up mostly upright, and resumes its shaking, unsteady movement of before as the massively oversized indoor furnishings outside blur by. But it's a brief respite as once more the bus tilts and shakes and more of the remaining girls are sent screaming and tumbling out of the back. Just below you, you can see Cassie struggling to hold onto the base of a seat, reaching up towards you.\n\n<hr>\n[[That's your best friend!|CheerForest2x3]]\n\n[[You'll never reach!|CheerForest]]

Affection overriding preservation instinct, you hurl yourself forward, grabbing Cassie's wrist with both hands just as her fingers give way. You try to hook your foot over the base of your own seat, but it only buys the two of you a few seconds before the shakes combined with Cassie's largely dead weight drag you down, the both of you sliding down the aisle until you plummet over the edge of the bus and down into another big glass box below.\n\nOddly enough the impact hurts less than the times you've fallen from near the top of the pyramid, even though it was easily twice as high and probably should have killed you. Instead you land on top of Cassie and both of you give a quiet *whuf* of impact as if you'd tripped over each other. You scramble to your feet and look around, spotting four other girls with Cassie and yourself. The box has silver-trimmed edges and legs about four feet high, and is easily more than twice any of you's height. You can now see the giant with the bus walking away... he's enormous, but not bulbous and ugly like you might expect, maybe just a bit homely, but otherwise like a normal middle-aged man just... well, <i>giant</i>. Your glass prison seems to be sitting on a bedside table, and across a bed the size of a city block you can just see a gold-trimmed glass box with the others moving around in it. \n\nBefore you can start trying to gesture or get their attention, you hear a shriek of indignation and fear from behind you as Hanna shouts, "My clothes are dissolving!" Whirling around, you see her staring at her arms and slapping at her midriff as if her jacket were on fire instead of just disintegrating upwards. The others shriek in surprise as they notice the same thing happen, and you watch your own uniform disentangle itself bit by bit until the six of you are standing around naked, awkwardly trying to cover yourselves.\n\nHowever, what happens next causes you all to forget about modesty. Hanna, apparently the first one to fall into the box, shrieks again and shoves her hand out, showing that it's turned shiny and molded, as if it were made out of rubber, the appearance spreading up her arm quickly. None of you can think <i>what</i> to do, there seems no reaction othe than to maybe scream or whimper or cry as all of you watch the effect spread over yourselves and each other, seeing one another's features become molded rubber in various colors, your hairs solid masses in the proper shape rather than individual strands.\n\nBy the time color starts to spread from your fingertips up, most of you are too stunned and mentally exhausted to have much reaction other than watching it happen. As the different hues spread over, they take over every other color, leaving each of you looking as if someone had poured colored rubber into a girl-shaped mould and called it done at that. With an almost resigned air, you give your purple breasts a squeeze, hearing the squeak of rubber-on-rubber and feeling the stiff resistance. Poking yourself in a few other places helps confirm... it's not some weird coating, you seem to have been transformed into colorful rubber girls all the way through.\n\n<hr>\n[[Continue.|CheerForest2x4]]

C'mon, it's the classic! And with VR this deep? That's gotta be amazing. You select the option, and immediately a text menu pops up.\n\n'Reminder, this adaptation is a community effort. Content may differ from the standard version without warning. Please choose whether you wish to play this game as close to its original version as is available, or if you wish to use the real-time modding menu version.'\n\n... Real-time modding? So wait, you mean you can just load mods in on the fly? <i>Sweet</i>. You nearly stab that option immediately, then hesitate. Hm... you know you. It is very possible that with such massive power at your hands, you would very quickly derail yourself and just spend all your time adding every weird and, yes, depraved thing you could find to the game. While that's fine on its own, it does frequently lead to you... not actually <i>playing</i> the game. ... You're pretty sure you've actually finished Skyrim's main quest like, twice. If this is going to be an awesome VR experience where you take everything as it comes, it might be best to actually limit your ability to mess with it.\n\nMmm, but mods...\n\n<hr>\n[[Play the vanilla(ish) version.|Cyrim3x1]]\n\n[[Play the mod version.|Cyrim1x1]]

"The... the thought of being changed into something else... my body twisted and altered," you admit in a murmur, your face heating up. You never really thought about it before, but the actual sight of it happening right in front of you immediately flipped a switch in your brain, and now, even with Jasmine looming over you, you can't get the thought out of your head.\n\n"Ohhh, well aren't you the kinky one," Jasmine coos, as she once again slips her hand into your panties, fingers pushing inside of you, practically making a stirring motion as you whimper and moan. "Hm... can't remember the last time I got me a naughty little bitch that <i>admitted</i> she wanted to be transformed. I'm kind of getting off on it, gotta admit. Alright, tell you what, you cute little slut," she purrs as she curls her fingers, making your ass lift off the chair as you gasp loudly. "I'll make you a deal. If you're willing to abandon your pride and dignity, and pledge to become my good, obedient little slave for the rest of your life, I'll change you however your perverted little heart desires. But if not, I'll still fulfill your fantasy and change you..."\n\nShe leans down and whispers in your ear, "But I'll choose what I change you into. You'll go all the way animal, and I'll have you fuck another animal of your own kind right away, wiping out your mind and making the change permanent... changing you totally and utterly into a dumb feral beast for the rest of your life." Jasmine smiles wickedly as a shudder runs through your body and your pussy squeezes around her fingers. "What will it be, sweetheart? Those are your only two choices now, there's no going back now that you've admitted you want the change."\n\n<hr>\n[[Throw away your dignity.|MeanFarm11x2]]\n\n[[Accept your fate.|MeanFarm]]

'Gorgon'? As in, Medusa? That seems kind of dangerous... but then, you guess in theory pretty much all of them are dangerous. They probably wouldn't be offering to house one with you if it wasn't relatively safe, and you've always kind of liked the concept, so you check that box and then sign your name at the bottom of the sheet. Ms. Jones steps over to pick up the sheet, taking a look. "Gorgon, hm? That's good, there's a Gorgon waiting placement at the facility right now. She can be here in about an hour," the woman notes as she clicks a picture of your contract with her cellphone.\n\n"What, that soon?" you ask with a blink.\n\n"Sure, she doesn't have a lot of things, and her needs are mostly human-like, so she can stay in the guest room no problem." She tucks away her cellphone and pulls out a small envelope, setting it on the table in front of you. "In here is a Monster Girl Trainer ID, which you can show to any authorities if there's a problem. There's also a card with all my contact information, if you do have any problems or if you need help with something. I do have other trainers I'm responsible for, but your age makes you my priority, since you're both likely to need help and are very valuable to the program for your likely skill at helping young monster girls blend in. There's a card you can use for all of the two of you's living expenses like food and clothing... don't go nuts though, if it's anything too outlandish you and I both have to answer for it and might wind up having to pay for it yourself. Or myself, if it's determined I let you get away with it. There's also what's called an 'emergency charm' in there," she adds as you open the envelope and look through it.\n\n"Emergency charm? This thing?" you ask, pulling out a thin chain with a small pendant shaped like entwined snakes. Looks sort of like an overly fancy pretzel.\n\n"Yes, that. Now, the monster girls participating in this program have been screened both physically and psychologically to be capable of blending in with human society without causing problems, but some of them are just naturally prone to issues like aggression. I doubt you'll have any real problems, but in an <i>absolute emergency</i>, you can use this charm to force her to calm down or comply or something."\n\n"What, like magic?" you ask dubiously.\n\n"Exactly like magic. Your ward will also have some magic of her own that she'll use when she wants to blend in. In any event, I'll go take care of the finishing touches, so you should make sure the guest room is ready," she adds, turning and heading out the door. "See you soon, Cyan!"\n\nYou blink a few times, and just sit there for a few minutes, processing everything. Then you shrug and get up, heading into the downstairs guest room to make sure that the sheets are clean and nothing's dusty. Not being experienced at this sort of thing, you're not exactly sure what other preparations to make, so after that you just sort of kill time until there's eventually a knock at the door. You walk over and open it to find someone a bit taller than you. She looks like she might be a few years older than you, a purple and black hoodie in place with the hood up despite the summer heat, a pair of black visor sunglasses of the sort that are usually worn over normal glasses in place. She's wearing jeans and sneakers as well, a messenger bag that matches her hoodie slung over her shoulders. She shifts nervously in place, awkwardness all over her pretty face... definitely not what you expected from a mythological beast.\n\n"Um... hi," she says quietly, her hands obviously fidgeting inside the pocket of her hoodie. "I'm... I'm Phoebe, I'm your... I mean, I'm here for... the homestay. Program. Thing. ... Sorry," she adds, though it's not entirely clear what she's apologizing for.\n\nUnable to help smiling, you step back and beckon her inside. "Yeah, c'mon in."\n\nShe steps inside, walking into the living room as you shut the door, then gives a soft 'mmf'. "You, um, you keep it pretty cool in here, huh?" she asks, glancing over at you.\n\n"Well, it's the middle of summer, and... oh, um, do you need it warmer?" you ask as you come in.\n\n"S-sorry, I don't mean to be trouble, I can deal, honest, I-"\n\n"I can turn it up some, we'll figure it out," you insist, holding up your hands. "Seriously, relax!"\n\n"... Okay. Sorry," she murmurs again, slipping her hands out of her pockets. Her nails are painted glossy black, and she brings her hands up to pull back the hood, revealing what looks like a weird sinuous draping that's in numerous different colors and patterns. Then as it moves more, you realize that's no hood... that really is a number of different snakes, or snakelike protrusions, or whatever you'd call them, in a riot of colors and patterns, moving about as if getting comfortable after having been inside the hood.\n\n<hr>\n[["AAAAAAAAAA HOLY SHIT FUCKING SNAAAAAAKES!"|GGMCE]]\n\n[["... Huh."|HHMCE4x5]]

Yeah you've gotta get away from here. Normally you'd be thinking you'd need to leave the country or at least the city, but considering what this place is actually like? Since leaving the planet is apparently an option, you're gonna go with that. \n\nYou limp out of the alley and just sort of pick a direction, heading off as best you're able and looking for any signs of where there might be ships taking off. You soon notice that you're getting a lot more looks and being given a much wider berth and start to worry that maybe you showed up on the news or something. What if-\n\nThen you glance down at yourself and see the smears of filth from the dumpster all over your body. ... Oh. Right. Okay, reorganizing priorities.\n\nYou eventually find a public restroom that's not so disgusting that you'd get dirtier just stepping inside, and manage to use the sink to rinse off some of the worst of the gunk. You debate a bit with yourself, and eventually decide that the combination of further getting clean and giving things a few more hours to settle down couldn't hurt, so peel off the bra, pants, and slippers and rinse them out as well as you can in the sink as well. (From the already rather dirty sink and slightly clogged drain, you doubt you're the first person to do this.) Left in just your panties, you do your best to get the more obvious stains out quickly, then retire into one of the stalls to hang them up as inobtrusively as you can, sitting down on the toilet and raising your hurting feet up to rest them against the door, sighing.\n\nYou wind up sort of dozing off from a mixture of the adrenaline crash and your brain trying to escape the general ache of your body. You certainly don't feel any less achey when you wake up, but you do feel a little more put together mentally. Getting as far away as you can still seems like a good idea... once you've gotten some distance in whatever direction from the popo currently looking for you, you'll sit down to make a new plan and figure out a way home.\n\nAfter a bit more consideration and the testing of a few toes, you manage to rip some strips off the end of your pants legs and wrap the toes that hurt the worst tightly before putting your slippers back on. Mmf. Still hurts to walk, but considerably reduces the limping, so there's that. You briefly check yourself in the mirror, and then do your best to sort of pull your hair down in front of your face as much as the length will allow, just in case you <i>are</i> on the news.\n\nLuckily, now that you can walk semi-normally and aren't stinking to high heaven, as well as it being well into the evening, you're attracting considerably less attention. Not zero attention, and some of the looks you're getting set off warning signals in your head, but you just keep doggedly walking with seeming purpose whenever you see one of those or feel it on your back, and eventually the feeling of being watched predatorily fades. If it seems like it's taking too long, you duck into one of the stores that looks like it's probably some sort of chain or at least decently clean and well-lit, and that seems to do it.\n\nCautiously asking around at some of those gets you pointed towards the nearest spacedocks, and soon you're wandering around the multi-tiered facility, trying to keep your mind on your purpose and not be too overawed by being surrounded by actual, legit starships. Now you need to find one that might actually take you, for whatever promise of working off your debt that you could make.\n\nYou do see several that seem to be advertising to take on crew... one of them has a pretty disreputable-looking guy at a table sitting by the boarding ramp to a noticeably dark-painted ship, with several even more disreputable-looking aliens lined up to wait their turn. Well, if that's the sort of crew they're taking on, you figure they might be desperate enough to take you too, although you then worry about your chances once you're on board.\n\nThere's another, much shinier and cleaner spaceship, that seems to be being loaded with cargo by robots. But there's a little kiosk next to a smaller boarding ramp flashing with something that looks a lot like an arcade cabinet's attract mode, but you definitely catch the words 'Now hiring!' and 'Signing bonus!' among its notifications. ... Hrm, wonder what the catch is...?\n\nYou wander a bit further away, still looking, and soon spot what looks like a ship that might be crewed entirely by women? At least you only see women out and about messing with the crates they're loading on. They all seem pretty genial, too, laughing and talking as they work... but also, uh, big. You'd bet the smallest of them you can see is at least an inch or two over six feet. A ship of amazons, huh? Not... sure you qualify, but it's a shot.\n\n<hr>\n[[Try the really disreputable ship.|GGSP]]\n\n[[Try the bright shiny ship.|GGSP]]\n\n[[The amazon ship.|GGSP]]\n\n[[... hey wait is that a...|GGSP1x2]]

Swallowing hard, you force yourself to spread your legs wantonly, not putting even the slightest resistance to her toying with you however she wants. "I'll... I'll do it," you moan.\n\n"Do what, slut?" Jasmine prompts, tone heavy with wicked warmth.\n\nYou shudder again as her fingers give a deliberate teasing wiggle inside you, then murmur, "I'll throw away my dignity. I'll be your slave. I... I belong to you."\n\n"I think I still need some convincing." Jasmine slides her fingers out of your pussy and your panties, giving them a little flick to sling the wetness clinging to them across your face before she steps back. "Take off that pretty lingerie and fold it up to me as an offering. Then get on your knees and put your face on the floor to beg."\n\nYou swallow hard again... but you've already made your choice. Rising to your feet on slightly shaky legs, you slip your soaked panties down and step out of them, constantly aware of that now jutting, throbbing horseprick extended from Jasmine's crotch, the tip starting to leak a bit of pre as you go through the motions of submitting to her. You pull off the nightie top, hands shaking a little as you do your best to fold it up, then lay the little stack with the panties on top of them on the floor. Getting to your knees, you lean forward until your forehead is on the wood of the floor, putting your hands down as well, your ass lifted and bare body prostrated before the horsedicked farmhand.\n\n"There you go. Now, convince me what a worthless little slut you are but that you still deserve to be my transformation slave."\n\nTrembling a little, your haughty brain desperately searches for self-deprecation... and finds it's easier than you thought. "I'm a stupid, worthless little slut who gets turned on by the thought of being turned into an animal. My dumb cunt is all wet right now thinking of you changing and fucking me. Please... please turn me into your slave, please use my body as your plaything. I want to... I want to belong to you, mind body and soul, as long as you turn me into depraved, lewd forms and fuck me."\n\n"Mmm... not bad... not bad... just stay exactly like that..." Jasmine murmurs, her voice having turned throatier. You can just imagine her stroking that fat inhuman prick of hers as you bow down to her as if she were some sort of perverse god, having just admitted you're worthless without being hers to defile and use. In fact it's not very long before you hear a low groan and feel something thick, hot, and sticky raining down over your upper back and into your hair, and you cum a little as she uses you as nothing more than a convenient place to spill her load.\n\n"Alright, slave, get up," Jasmine orders you after a moment. You can feel her cum sliding down your skin and dripping from your hair as you get up, your face flushed. "Tomorrow you'll get up and do your chores... completely naked, of course," she notes, making you blush again. "Well, I'll leave what you're supposed to wear outside your door, actually. Once you're done with your chores, come to the black barn... and you can kiss your humanity goodbye."\n\nSwallowing, you nod and head upstairs, your bare tits jiggling and cum still dripping down your back. You decide to shower before getting back in bed... if for nothing else than to not get jizz on the sheets. But your mind is filled with dirty thoughts despite the cleanliness of your body, and both in the shower and once you're in bed you frig your clit and play with your tits, getting yourself off several times as you imagine being changed over and over into inhuman beast-things.\n\nIn the morning, both a bit tired and strangely refreshed, you get up and, after remembering what Jasmine said, pad barefoot and naked to the door, opening it up a bit shyly. Sitting just outside are a pair of workboots... and a pink leather collar. Blushing, you pick both up and take them back inside. The collar's actually... pretty cute. And it has a dangling little heart-shaped nametag that says 'Layla'. ... That's... actually weirdly sweet, you think as you fasten it on, a shiver of arousal fastening through you as you collar yourself, announcing for all the world that you might as well be a pet dog. Slipping your feet into the boots, you tie them and, rallying your courage, head out.\n\nJasmine smirks as you come downstairs and sit down at the table, squirming a bit at the feel of the cold, smooth wood of the chair on your ass and pussy. "Wrote up your chores on a sheet by the door," she says as she slides some eggs onto your plate. "Get to work. Sooner you do, the sooner you can get turned into a freak of nature and get a nice fat cock in you."\n\n"Yes... um, Mistress," you reply in a mixture of meekness and eagerness, that and the pause seeming to deeply amuse Jasmine and prompting her to stroke a hand over your head a few times, which feels weirdly good... and to pinch one of your nipples, which just plain feels good.\n\nYour chore list seems to consist mostly of watering the animals, feeding a few of them, and spreading some hay around in places. It's embarrassing to step outside and into the warm sunshine with nothing on but the boots and collar, cool breezes occasionally playing over your bare skin, especially since you know that while you're out in the country, technically someone could come driving up any time and see you. Of course it's exciting for all of those same reasons. \n\nIt's strange, but you kind of feel like various of the animals are looking at you... almost staring at your naked body. Your horny, eager brain can't help but interpret it as lust, especially in the case of the male animals. Of course, in some cases that's actually pretty obvious... when you head to the doghouses to give them water and food, you see that several of the male dogs unsheath as they watch you, pointy red pricks jutting beneath their bellies as their tails wag. Several times you yelp as they bump your ass or pussy with their cold noses, and you get more than a few licks in lewd places, until you're fairly tempted to just get on all fours and present... but, you're not a proper bitch yet, so you resist, managing to shoo the dogs a bit as you head to your next chore.\n\n'I wonder how many of these animals used to be humans?' you muse as you haul a hay bale down off of a covered stack of them. It's easier than you thought, and you also notice that despite your bare skin rubbing up against the scratchy stuff, your skin is completely unblemished... same for it being bare under the sun without protection. Or maybe you do have protection? Maybe the collar is magic? ... That's sweet of Jasmine! Blushing a bit again, you finish setting out the hay... then blink as a mopey-looking cow trots over, and then definitely stares in disbelief at you, a tuft of purple hair between its ears.\n\n"Oh. Hey Lorelei," you say with a snort, clearly startling the cow, who gives out a loud 'Mooooo!' and wanders closer. \n\n<hr>\n[[Tease her further.|MeanFarm]]\n\n[[Finish your chores.|MeanFarm]]

The shirt's kinda cute, and you can always decide whether you want to keep it or regift it when you get home. Picking it up, you look it over for a few moments to make sure it's a size that will fit you, then take it up to the register. \n\n"Oh, this one comes with a certificate too, you know," the redhead says as she accepts it and starts ringing it up. "We have to have it sent to you, though. Would you mind filling in your information on this card...?"\n\nAh, some sort of scam to get you on a mailing list. Still, this seems like a kind of neat place and you wouldn't actually mind knowing when it's having sales, so you fill in your name, address, and email address on the card and pass it back. The redhead finishes ringing you up, then hands you the bag with the shirt in it with a smile. Smiling and nodding back, you decide to head on home, having spent more money than you originally planned to today, even if it wasn't that much in the first place. \n\nBack in your room, you take the T-shirt out and hold it up in front of your chest. It is nice and soft... though you wonder what other people will say about you proclaiming an apparent love of monster girls to the world? Maybe it would be better to gift it after all...\n\n<hr>\n[[Keep it.|GGMCE4x2]]\n\n[[Give it away.|GGMon1x1]]

"Hey, is this an actual sensor picture of the particle bloom, or just an icon?" you ask, glancing at him.\n\nHe looks a little blank for a moment before he apparently figures out what you mean by 'icon'. "Ah, it's an actual sensor representation of the particles erupting from subspace, yes."\n\n"Can we get a closer look?"\n\n"Mm, increased sensor readings uses up power, which costs money, so it's best not to do it frivolously."\n\n"Yeah but I kinda think I see something," you assure him.\n\nYou jump a little as a number of quill-like things you'd thought were just a pattern on his hide raise up along the back of his neck and scalp, before you realize that must be his equivalent of raising his eyebrows. He turns back to the screen, murmuring the directions on how to increase sensor resolution even as he does it, zooming in on the particle bloom. "There, that's about the best this old warwagon can do at this range."\n\nYou look for just a moment more before pointing. "See, look at these scatterings out here. It's not much, but they're further off than almost all of the other particles on that side of the bloom, and there's a sort of... void... right here in the middle, see?"\n\n"Hm! Yes, I do see," he agrees, leaning in a bit closer, then turning his head. "Commander." When Luna walks over, he gestures. "I think our new crewmember has discovered a ship lying in wait for us. I'd bet my tail she's right, these particles are deflecting off someone's shields where they're parked at the edge of the bloom."\n\n"Mm." Luna frowns marginally. "Wouldn't be the first time I heard of pirates using a particle bloom for an ambush. They must react quickly, though, that particle bloom wasn't on the sensors when we came through the area a few days ago." She considers for a moment, then calls "Captain."\n\nSoon Sykes has joined the three of you, listening to the explanation, and glowering a bit at the screen. "We'll have to slow enough to charge weapons, since we can't be sure they won't have someone lying in wait along one of the main diversion routes too," she says rather grimly. "Altogether it'll add almost an entire day, we'll be cutting our bonus down to almost nothing."\n\n<hr>\n[[Keep quiet.|GGSP]]\n\n[[Offer an alternative solution.|GGSP1x7]]

"... Okay, I guess," you answer, still feeling a little overwhelmed, but hey, you're in this position now, might as well run with it. You look through the papers, which have a lot of verbiage about covered expenses and how you're not allowed to reveal the monster girl's status to anyone without prior permission. Finally there's a page where it asks you to pick what sort of monster girl you wish to specialize in. "So it's just the one, right?" you ask, glancing up.\n\n"To start. If you do a good job, we might assign more girls to you, either of the same type or a related or complementary type. Don't worry, no one's ever been assigned more than three monster girls and I doubt you'll be the one to break that trend," Ms. Jones assures you.\n\nYeah, that's always how it starts, isn't it? Still, what else are you going to do, and you instead turn your attention to the list of monster girl types available to pick. After reading it over, you put a checkmark in the box beside:\n\n<hr>\n[[Lamia.|GGMCE]]\n\n[[Centaur.|GGMCE5x1]]\n\n[[Dragon.|GGMCE]]\n\n[[Slime.|GGMCE]]\n\n[[Gorgon.|GGMCE4x4]]\n\n[[Scylla.|GGMCE]]

Eh, who cares what anyone thinks, monster girls are cute! Grinning, you pull off your current T-shirt and pull on the new one, taking a moment to admire it in the mirror. Then you blink and raise your head at the sound of the door opening and closing, and your mother's voice calling, "Cyan, could you come downstairs, please?"\n\nHeading on down, you find your mother and father both standing at the door. "Cyan, we've both been suddenly called away on a job that's going to take several months at the least," your father explains. "The government has a very lucrative contract for us to work together, so we're going to take it. With how busy it's going to keep us, it didn't seem worth it to drag you out with us and make you stay in a hotel all day."\n\n"Instead, we've decided it would be better for you to stay home," your mother picks up. "The government has graciously volunteered someone to drop by every day and provide you with an allowance for groceries, clothes, and make sure everything that might need an adult is taken care of. But we need to leave within the hour, so I'm afraid there's not much time to talk about it."\n\nYou blink and nod, actually helping them pack and exchanging some rather whirlwind goodbyes. You've never heard of the government badly needing graphic designers for a job, but soon you're waving goodbye to them at the door. Almost the moment they've gone, you hear a voice call, "Yeah, in here, we should meet." from the kitchen. Blinking, you head in to find a tall woman with long black hair, wearing a black skirt-suit and stockings, thin dark glasses showing some of her eyes. "Um, you look... sorta familiar," you say. "Aren't you-"\n\n<img src="images/dtjTHN6.png">\n\n"No idea what you're talking about," the suited woman interrupts smoothly. "You can call me Ms. Jones."\n\n"So you're my... what, babysitter?" you ask as you sit down at the table, only to blink as she thumps the sheaf of papers she's holding down in front of you.\n\n"Sort of. Your parents have been sent off to work on an arm of the government program you're now a part of... the Monster Girls In Society Project. Yes, I'm serious," she says at your incredulous look. "You signed up for a Monster Girl Trainer license, didn't you?"\n\n"Yeah, but... but that was-"\n\n"You signed up for it, now you've got it, the final paperwork for it is right there. Once you select your specialty and sign, you'll be assigned a monster girl to help assimilate into society. You'll teach her how to mingle with other humans while in disguise so that they won't have any idea she's not a human herself, until human society is ready to deal with interacting with demi-humans openly. You'll also be responsible for helping insure she has a positive outlook on humanity."\n\nStill a bit stunned, you can't help but snark, "And let me guess, no sex."\n\n"Oh no, you can fuck your monster girl as much as you want, as long as she's willing," Ms. Jones says, quirking her eyebrows before she smirks. "But I'd be careful if I were you. Both of you being female won't prove a barrier to making offspring, especially with certain monster girls. Now, if you'd finish your paperwork?"\n\n<hr>\n[[No way, this is crazy!|GGMCE]]\n\n[[Well, okay.|GGMCE4x3]]

Clearly you have done everything necessary and it is a great idea to continue! Briefly checking your phone's screen to figure out where you need to stand for good visibility, you take your pose and read over the bunch of gibberish on the page a few times, before clearing your throat and giving your best dramatic recital.\n\n"E's y cdibet beala uv vilgsayd fru'c ypuid du kad rancamv nybat yht ahcmyjat! Fuuruu!" you declare, swinging a hand upward into the air to go along with the last declaration. Heh, maybe you'll use the filters to add some cool flames or-\n\nYour eyes widen and your body freezes in shock as a massive column of flames bursts out of the center of the circle, striking the ceiling and pouring along it without actually burning anything. It only lasts a second before it seems to snap out of existence, leaving in its place a towering black form of muscle and fur. Its head is goatlike with massive, curling black horns that look like they're made of carved and polished obsidian, its eyes yellow but with flaming, glowing X-shaped pupils, two incongruously carnivore-like bright white fangs curling down from either side of its muzzle. Its upper body is that of a powerfully-muscled man, broad-shouldered and covered in a thin layer of charcoal-black fur, the only thing it's wearing a large pentagram pendant that's glowing bright red with obviously unholy power. Its lower body is more animal-like, with thicker, darker fur, its legs shaped like a goat's and ending in massive cloven hooves that, like its horns, seem to be made of obsidian but are more chipped and sharp around the edges, a much thicker growth of fur around its crotch doing absolutely nothing to hide its enormous balls or the girthy, ink black equine member dangling down almost to its knees.\n\nThe demon locks its eyes on you and gives its batlike wings a small flap, smirking and showing off more gleaming white teeth as that huge, inhuman prick rapidly hardens, jutting upward and aimed right at you.\n\n<hr>\n[["... Oh fuck."|GGMB2x2]]\n\n[[Run!!!|GGMB]]

<<if $bountcomp < 4>>You haven't completed all the bounties yet for today. That means there's still more time (or possibly more rewards, if you're willing to risk getting drawn deeper into Sinnamon's games) to earn. As it stands, when you check the bounty board, it looks like:\n\n'<<if $day2selfie is true>>[x] Post a sexy selfie<<else>>[] Post a sexy selfie<<endif>>\n<<if $day2out is false>>[] Lounge outside naked<<else>>[x] Lounge outside naked<<endif>>\n<<if $day2write is false>>[] Write something lewd on yourself<<else>>[x] Write something lewd on yourself<<endif>>\n<<if $day2cum is false>>[] Cum with something in your butt'<<else>>[x] Cum with something in your butt'<<endif>>\n\nYou have <<if $safehours > 1 and $safehours < 10>>about eight<<endif>><<if $safehours > 10 and $safehours < 18>>about sixteen<<endif>><<if $safehours > 18 and $safehours < 27>>about twenty-four<<endif>><<if $safehours > 27 and $safehours < 36>>about thirty-two<<endif>> safe hours without Sinnamon cursing you.<<else>>You have completed all of today's bounties, and earned all of the possible time and rewards. You have <<if $safehours > 1 and $safehours < 10>>about eight<<endif>><<if $safehours > 10 and $safehours < 18>>about sixteen<<endif>><<if $safehours > 18 and $safehours < 27>>about twenty-four<<endif>><<if $safehours > 27 and $safehours < 36>>about thirty-two<<endif>> safe hours without Sinnamon cursing you.<<endif>>\n\n<hr>\n<<if $day2selfie is false>>[[Post a sexy selfie.|GGCCDayTwo2]]<br><br><<endif>><<if $day2out is false>>[[Lounge outside naked.|GGCCDayTwo3]]<br><br><<endif>><<if $day2write is false>>[[Write something lewd on yourself.|GGCCDayTwo4]]<br><br><<endif>>\n<<if $day2cum is false>>[[Cum with something in your butt.|GGCCDayTwo5]]<br><br><<endif>>[[Call it good for today.|GGCCDayThree1]] <<if $safehours < 25>><b>WARNING:</b> You do not have sufficient hours saved up to carry you through tomorrow! Oversleep just a little, and you could wake up cursed by Sinnamon! (You will oversleep.)<<endif>>

"Yeees, exactly," the demon rumbles with a wave of one clawed hand, sending out a brief wave of fire that burns your clothes to ash without actually touching your skin, the book dropping from your limp hand.\n\nThe next thing you know you're on your back on the floor, the demon pinning you with its hands wrapped around your lower legs and folding you almost in half, that massive cock pounding away in your pussy. You didn't even have time to yell or scream, it's just near-instantly fucking you with all the power in that huge inhuman body, your stomach bulging up all the way to between your tits. Your eyes roll up in your head, teeth clenching as you claw at the floor, the screech of your nails on the surface overlaying with the sound of his immense furry balls slapping against your ass.\n\nThe demon is relentless, pounding down into you as if literally trying to drive the soul out of your body, and a part of you is innately terrified that that's exactly what he's doing. At the same time your body wants it <i>so</i> bad, wants him to fuck you even harder, claim you even deeper than he already has, is reacting to the absolute pure lust and masculinity and sex that this horror from beyond is made out of. That flared head can be seen stroking inside you, pumping from high in your belly to up between your tits, internally buried in your womb and stretching you impossibly even as it strokes and works nerves you never even suspected you had.\n\nYou cum after only a few seconds of his fucking, your eyes rolling in your head and teeth unclenching so your tongue can jut out, your pussy gushing like a fountain around the girth of his infernal prick and soaking into his fur, which starts to steam in the damp. But your climax earns you no respite from the demon's relentless assault, his brutal fucking continuing even as your stretched pussy quivers and shudders around him. Your whole body rocks under his thrusts, and you feel like he's getting somehow <i>deeper</i> inside you than just physically, your hips starting to jerk to meet his thrusts completely beyond your control. But not just some deep lustful instinct, this is something that part of you is doing consciously, it's just that you're being <i>forced</i> to do it by that part!\n\nYou lift your head, watching the bulge of his cock plunging away inside you, staring at your distorted belly as part of it begins to glow above your crotch. The curling lines of pink flow across your skin, curling around the pentagram that begins to fade in at the center. You've certainly read enough hentai to know where this is going, except it's actually <i>happening</i> to you, and you're completely powerless to stop it! And part of your brain is absolutely <i>thrilled</i> about that even as the rest of you desperately tries to reject it, your pussy gushing with another orgasm that causes a little, solid pink heart to appear in the center of the pentagram now etched on your flesh.\n\nNow even more changes start to come over your body, your tits growing slightly larger with every thrust of the demon's cock, starting to wobble more visibly in the framing of your legs. You can feel your ass expanding and your hips rounding out too, none of it too extremely... it looks like he intends to leave you looking like yourself, if still a heavily sexualized version of yourself. You can even feel your tongue getting longer as it lolls out of your head, some strange heat in your eyes that makes you think your pupils must be glowing... that delirious, giggling part of your brain that got off on seeing the womb tattoo appear wonders if your pupils have turned heart-shaped.\n\nYou finally manage to make a sound as the demon thrusts forward and starts pumping what feels like literally boiling hot cum into you, a sensation that treads the line between torture and extreme pleasure filling your body as the first shot of it visibly distorts your skin before your belly starts to swell. With the feeling of his cock twitching and gushing inside you and his balls shuddering against you, you almost don't notice the sensation of something metal clicking into place around your neck, though the same part of you that got off on the tattoo makes you cum almost on top of the other paingasms you're having, your bare feet twitching and your hands futilely trying to grab the smooth floor.\n\nIt's long moments before the demon pulls out of you and releases your legs, leaving you splayed on the floor shuddering and twitching, an insensate mess, your pussy gaping open obscenely and a steadily-growing pool of steaming fire-colored cum flowing out of it, your bloated belly glowing with the same color. The demon leers down at you, a slight shift of its hips making its cum-dripping cock wag around in the air, just enough of a droop to it to show that he's not ready to fuck you again... yet.\n\n"Clean me, slave," he commands imperiously.\n\n<hr>\n[["... Yes, Master."|GGMB]]\n\n[["... Yes, Master!" ♥|GGMB2x3]]\n\n[["... no way in hell..."|GGMB]]\n\n[["... uuruuf..."|GGMB]]

Just almost offhandedly as you're following him to the kitchen for a soda, you sort of brush by Keith and let your chest lightly touch his arm. You catch a bit of a blush before he quickly looks away and starts hurriedly talking about how his ranking is doing in Apex. Yeaaah this could definitely be fun!\n\nAs if to seal the deal, you hear your text tone go off and check your phone. It's from your uncle, saying that they got a sudden rush of customers and now he can't make it home today after all. On the one hand, you have to bemoan the tragic loss of a good dicking-down from his really fantastic cock.\n\nOn the other hand, you may have a good chance to find out if Keith inherited those particular genes.\n\n"Hey, why don't we go swimming for a bit?" you suggest with a grin.\n\n"Huh? Well... I guess that'd be okay," Keith says after a moment, glancing over at you. "Uh, but did you even bring a swimsuit? Like I don't see a bag or anything, is it in the car?"\n\n<hr>\n[["I'll just use one of Lori's.|GGUncle]]\n\n[["Nah, don't need one."|GGUncle]]

You guess you'll go meet the pretty kitty.<<set $FukslikaMet to true>>\n\nYou look around... she's not roaming around outside anymore, but you're guessing that the tiger-pattern tent is probably hers. You walk over and tap on the flap, and that exotically-accented voice calls, "Enter~!"\n\nYou step in to find that there's not much in the tent other than a large workout mat and an old projector aimed at one tent wall. Well, those and Fukslika standing there beaming at you, subtly bopping her hips back and forth as her tail sways. "Oh, hello Cyan, I thought it might be you, yes yes!"\n\n"You had pretty good odds," you note with a grin, considering that your island still has single-digit residents. "So, Fukslika, I wanted to ask what it is you do on the island."\n\n"The dear Fukslika is in charge of helping train residents in various matters," the tigress answers breezily, still happily bopping her bare hips. "The beautiful Fukslika gives all the important briefings on island life, helps with learning new skills, and also briefs new residents on other good practices for their general health and wellness! Although, the humble Fukslika must note that her current selection of learning material is rather dated, hm hm," she adds, glancing at the projector.\n\n"Hm. Well, why don't you show me what you've got," you suggest. "So I'll know how much of a priority it is to upgrade."\n\n"The deprived Fukslika could most likely not get anything better until more permanent dwellings were built, yes yes, but that will not stop me from showing what I have, no no! Please sit!" the tigress chirps, turning to the projector and leaning forward to adjust the film and settings on the projector, displaying her large, round furry butt to you and the pink slit nestled in thick white fluff.\n\nBlushing just a little, you nevertheless settle down on the mat to sit. Fukslika finishes her adjustments and reaches up to tug the pullchain of the single bulb lighting the tent, somehow managing to get almost perfect darkness despite it still being full daylight outside and the tent not exactly being immaculately sealed. Still, soon the only light is coming from the projection on the wall, that sort of strange, warbling little trumpet fanfare every old educational movie seems to start with playing as the flickering, scratched-film text reading 'YOUR SEXUAL WELLNESS' pops up on the screen. Fukslika settles down to sit beside you, purring faintly as the text fades to be replaced by... what looks a lot like Tom Nutt in an old suit jacket and tie with a trilby perched between his cute fluffy ears.\n\n"<i>Oh, hello, I didn't see you there,</i>" the probably maybe but possibly not Tom Nutt says in a scratchy Narrator Voice as he turns towards the camera, not bothering to actually feign surprise at all. "<i>I'm glad that you've cum, though, because I'm here to talk about important matters of your sexual wellness. For instance, did you know that if you don't have sexual intercourse regularly... <b>you'll die</b>?</i>" he intones urgently, leaning towards the camera.\n\nYou blink a few times. Uh... that does not seem accurate. Except that you're almost immediately distracted as Fukslika leans in and gently cups your bare breasts, nudging your vest more thoroughly aside as she starts kneading gently, her slightly rough tongue starting to lap and swirl over one of your nipples. Not entirely sure how to react immediately, since you feel weirdly spellbound by watching the movie, so you simply squirm and try to muffle your moans as Fukslika starts suckling your nipple.\n\n"<i>Indeed. Death is only one of the many terrible possibilities of not being as promiscuous as possible,</i>" the narrator declares as he strolls off to the side, the camera following him towards a mocked-up hospital room where what looks like one of his sons is laying on the bed, one arm dramatically thrown across his face in misery, his already large ballsack grown from massive to immense, actually forcing his legs to spread as it drapes off the end of the hospital bed, requiring what looks like some sort of basket on rolling wheels to hold it up where it's halfway to the floor. "<i>Why, look at little Timmy here! He hadn't fucked in almost a week and then happened to see some titties, and is now suffering a terrible case of Cobaltus Testiculosus, more commonly known as... <b>Blue Balls</b>!</i>" <i>Dun-dun-DUNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN!</i> declares the musical score.\n\nYou're torn between stifling laughter and stifling louder moans as Fukslika starts kissing and licking her way lower down your belly, and then giving you a push backwards on the shoulder. You settle onto your hands, still unable to stop watching somehow even as the tigress pushes your thighs apart to spread your legs and starts applying that gently-rough tongue to your pussy, making your hips twitch and your body shiver as pleasure at the strong stimulation runs through you.\n\n"<i>Little Timmy could have been saved from his horrible Blue Balls, if only he had been fucking every day! There are all sorts of ways that he could have been getting his rocks off, such as nightclubs!</i>" Cut to a picture of Timmy dancing what looks a lot like the Charleston in a mocked-up bar, a large bottle labeled 'GAMER GIRL BATHTUB GIN' resting nearby. "<i>Glory holes!</i>" Cut to Timmy stuffing his hard cock into a literal hole in the wall, and making the most intense 'WOOOOOW!' face you've ever seen. "<i>Or just fucking paying for it!</i>" Cut to Timmy walking up to what looks suspiciously like his brother in a flapper dress and big fake eyelashes that he flutters as he's handed a large stack of leaves. \n\nYou're still stuck somewhere between wanting to laugh yourself sick and moan yourself silly, Fukslika continuing to dilligently lick your pussy with true lesbian expertise, working that long, strong, heavily-textured tiger tongue into your pussy and rolling it around the inner walls, while her cute pink nose nuzzles and rubs at your clit, the rather velvety texture making your hips buck as you instinctively try to rub against it more.\n\n"<i>Should you feel a case of Blue Balls coming on, in an absolute emergency where you're bereft of anyone to fuck, masturbation is of course an acceptable stopgap,</i>" the Narrator allows, the scene cutting to Timmy standing there with his balls hanging almost to his feet, watching with wide eyes as his brother (in a different dress and with what's obviously a pair of beachballs stuffed down the front of it) saunters by. Timmy's cock springs fully hard in an instant, and without hesitation he grabs it with both cute little pawhands and starts stroking furiously, his arms almost a blur on the low-framerate film. "<i>Just to be safe, it's recommended that you masturbate at least once per hour anyway, for optimal avoidance of Blue Balls.</i>"\n\n"Fffffuck," you let out in a soft rush, unable to help but feel like you'll be pounced on by the teacher for talking during the film, the thought and sensation sending a little extra rush through you as Fukslika's licking over and into your pussy grows more fervent, enough that her tongue laps over your asshole as well, your hips twitching and bucking fit to make you seem like you're glitching out.\n\n"<i>And remember, promiscuity is a good citizen's duty,</i>" the narrator says as he appears back onscreen, the camera slowly zooming in on his face and his eyes starting to spin with badly-composited swirls. "<i>Promiscuity is a good citizen's duty. Promiscuity is a good citizen's duty. Promiscuity is a good citizen's duty.</i>"\n\n'Promiscuity is a good citizen's duty,' you can't help but think in sync with the film as you cum, giving a muffled yowl of your own as your pussy gushes all over Fukslika's tongue and muzzle, the tigress purring louder as she eagerly laps it up, the sound of her tongue on your wet flesh mingling with the <i>fwp-fwp-fwp</i> of the film reel flailing as the cylinder spins.\n\nA moment later, the now standing tigress clicks the light back on and the projector off, beaming. "Well, they are all pretty much like that, yes yes," she says with a shrug.\n\n"Ah... y-yeah, I see," you reply breathlessly. "... Still kind of got its charms..."\n\n"Oh, the pleasing Fukslika agrees! Although, the eager Fukslika would also like to point out that 4K videos with full surround sound would have their own charm, yes yes," she adds with a wink.\n\n'Yeah, okay, maybe there would be some benefits to upgrading,' you muse as you return to the public shower for a quick rinse-off. Now, who to see next...?\n\n<hr>\n<<if not $BuskinsMet>>[[Go visit Buskins.|GGACBuskinsMeet]]<br><br><<endif>><<if not $CodyMet>>[[Go visit Cody.|GGACCodyMeet]]<br><br><<endif>><<if $BuskinsMet and $CodyMet>>[[Oh, you've met everyone.|GGAC1x3]]<<endif>>

Once you look, you quickly spot someone peering from one of the windows at you. Tch, you've been spotted for sure, so it's too late to just drive off, you'll have to go in and act like you just came over for a completely normal visit (instead of a kinky incestuous booty call).\n\nLooks like the one peeking out is-\n\n<hr>\n[[... your Aunt Rebecca.|GGUncle]]\n\n[[... your cousin Keith.|GGUncle1x7]]\n\n[[... your cousin Lori.|GGUncle]]\n\n[[... Keith and Lori.|GGUncle]]\n\n[[... your little cousin Jessica.|GGUncle]]

Man you'd really hoped that Keith would be out with his friends or something. At the very least you'd sort of assumed that he would be if your uncle was telling you the house was the place to meet up. But he's seen you now, so it would be way too weird if you just drove off or something, so. Parking at the curb, you head up to the house, with Keith already opening the door as you get there.\n\nYour cousin's about a year younger than you are, and has enough family resemblence that most people have always pegged you as related seeing you together. (Aunt Rebecca does bear a general, vague remblence to your mom, after all... you guess taste in women must run in your dad's family. ... Heh!) He has a very similar color of black hair, and it's even cut at a similar length. He's a little bit on the slim and sleight side, which might explain why he's also a similar shade. He's also wearing loose black lounge pants and a T-shirt from last year's local anime convention that looks like it's on its third or so day of wear. Hm, your cousin may have gone and turned into a fellow computer addict since you last spent much time with him.\n\n"Uh, hey Cyan, whassup?" he asks, blinking.\n\n"Was just bored, thought I'd come over and see if you were around to hang out with," you answer breezily, shrugging.\n\n"Oh. Um, you could've texted," he murmurs, rubbing the back of his neck. It doesn't sound like he's protesting, quite, more just noting a fact.\n\n"Sorry, I got in a mood and decided it'd be a fun surprise. You busy or something?"\n\n"No, ah, sorry, c'mon in," he says, stepping back and gesturing you inside.\n\n'Hm... y'knoooow, considering my broadened horizons, he's pretty cute,' you muse as you step into the house, sort of chatting with him on reflex as you think your deeper thoughts. 'I wonder...'\n\n<hr>\n[[Naaah.|GGUncle]]\n\n[[Yeah, fool around with him.|GGUncle2x1]]\n\n[[Let's fuck!|GGUncle]]\n\n[[Teasing him would be fun~.|GGUncle1x8]]

Your name is Layla, and at sixteen you are one of the top three bitches in high school. You've got lightly tanned skin and perfect wavy blonde hair straight out of a bottle and an expensive trip to the stylist. You dress expensively and in the latest fashion, and you do your best to destroy the life of anyone who doesn't, because that's the way you think the world should work. Despite only being a freshman, you've left a trail of shattered lesser students and challengers in your wake, yourself and your little posse of like-minded individuals absolutely ruthless in your quest for greater popularity. Sure, you call them your friends, but you'd probably nudge any one of them in front of a train if it meant more people heaping adoration and fear on you.\n\nUnfortunately for you, right in the midst of the school year, you're about to face a serious upheaval to the status quo. You're going to have to struggle to hold onto your catty little empire, rebuild it from scratch, or just hold onto yourself in the face of this new dynamic.\n\n<b>[[Moving|MeanSchoolStart]]</b>: Your parents, completely and totally disregarding the fact that you've got a power base, er, friends and school here, have decided to move just because your dad wants to keep his stupid job. You're going to have to figure out how to get back on your feet somewhere entirely different.\n\n<b>[[Sent to the Farm|MeanFarmStart]]</b>: Despite having spoiled you rotten your entire life, your parents have learned of some of your latest shenanigans and decided enough is enough. They're sending you off to a working farm to see if some manual labor and firmer hands than theirs can sort you out.\n\n<b>[[New Girl|MeanNewGirl]]</b>: A new girl has arrived in school, and has the audacity to not be cowed by your reputation or try to get in good with you. You'll have to squash this upstart, because somehow you get the feeling that if you don't, she might squash you first.\n\n<b>[[Love|MeanLoveStart]]</b>: What happens when one of the cruelest bitches in school falls head over heels for somebody? Will true love redeem, will her spiteful nature destroy the one thing she actually cares about, or will she wind up getting a taste of her own medicine?

No, no, definitely best not to tell anyone.\n\n... That might get in the way of doing it again.\n\nThat thought sets the tingle of excitement going again. Yeah, it was wicked, deviant, risky, all sorts of things... and the more you think about that the more you're absolutely certain you want to do it again. Not only does Uncle Duncan fuck like a pro, all the extra layers of 'forbidden' on top of that just make it better.\n\nOh yeah, you're gonna have fun this summer.\n\nOf course by mutal silent consent the two of you lay low and play everything normal for at least a week, letting your parents adjust to the whole you-with-a-car thing. (Which they get remarkably more enthusiastic about when they realize all the inconvenient errands they can pester you to run for them, but oh well, small price.) Eventually though you get a text message of a day where he says he should be able to take off by mid-day. Nice~! You take a rather thorough shower and put on some of your nicer panties, then head over a bit early. After all you do have a key to his place, if ever there's a good excuse to actually use the usually insincere 'Sure feel free to come over and use our stuff any time' thing that exists between family and close friends, it's now!\n\nThis whole thing is, you have to admit, much easier with the car that started it all. Walking all the way across town to your uncle's place would not see you arriving nearly as fresh, after all, you'd probably need another shower at least. But instead it's only a short, air-conditioned time before you're approaching the house, slowly pulling up before it even really occurs to you to check if anyone else is home first.\n\n<hr>\n[[Nah, coast is clear!|GGUncle]]\n\n[[Oops, someone's here.|GGUncle1x6]]\n\n[[Wait, your uncle's a lone bachelor, duh.|GGUncle]]

"Soooo... just what sort of arrangement were you thinking of, where I get a free car?" you say slowly, though... you've already kiiiind of got an idea? And surprisingly are finding yourself... well, definitely not that opposed to it.\n\n"Well." Your uncle starts moving around the room, casually lowering the blinds over the windows. "You know, something private. Something where you drive off in a nice little four-door model with decent features, after we've... come to our arrangement," he adds breezily as he lowers the blind over the window on the door.\n\n<hr>\n[["I think I like this arrangement."|GGUncle1x3]]\n\n[["... What sort of arrangement do we need for a fully-loaded sports car?"|GGUncle]]

"Y'know, I... kinda think I'm liking the sound of this arrangement," you admit with a grin as he locks the door and turns towards you, stepping in close.\n\n"Hm, do you?" he prompts with his own grin.\n\n"Yup." You wait just a moment, but it's pretty clear he's not going to make the first move... guess he doesn't want to presume you've somehow gotten messages crossed here. So to make it clear you step in, your breasts rubbing up against his chest as you lean up to kiss him, your arms sliding around his middle.\n\nApparently that's plenty signal enough that the two of you are on the right wavelength. His tongue flicks against your lips and then pushes into your mouth, swirling around yours as his hands move to grip your ass, your uncle giving it a squeeze and pulling you closer against him. A thrill runs through you, both at the physical sensation of big manly hands grabbing your ass, but also at the taboo of the fact that those big manly hands belong to your father's brother. \n\nAfter several moments of kissing and fondling, your uncle steps back a bit, grinning at you again and urging playfully, "How about showing off your down payment?" The prompt is enough to both send another of those wicked, forbidden thrills through you, and to get you pulling off your shirt, your tits dropping free and jiggling lightly with your motions of pulling off the shirt, and with undoing your jeans and wiggling them down, your ass shaking in the air as you bend over to get them and your boots off at the same time. You straighten up, shivering a little in anticipation as he looks you up and down, you standing naked in the middle of his office, separated only by a door and some blinds from full view of the rest of the showroom, while he stands there fully dressed, all heightening the sensation of how forbidden all of this is.\n\nEven moreso when your uncle gently urges you down to your knees in front of him after spending a few minutes stroking over your naked body, fingers caressing the curves of your breasts and teasing your nipples. Taking the obvious implied order, you unzip the front of his pants, biting your lower lip in anticipation as you see his hardon already bulging out the fabric of his boxers. You undo the button, and almost squeak as his cock springs free and nearly baps you on the nose. Both you and your uncle have to snicker a bit at that... before you wrap a hand around it, stroking a few times. "Damn, it's really big," you murmur... feeling it give a throb in your hand as you say so.\n\nOf course after a few moments of stroking it, you slide your mouth over the head of it, starting to suck and roll your tongue... you're not exactly practiced at this, but from the low 'mmmm' your uncle gives, you're still managing just fine. You roll your eyes up to watch his face, and while it might be getting a little much by now, it definitely does add to the wickedness of it all with how much he resembles your father. You tuck your other hand between your legs, stroking and flicking your fingertips over your slick, nearly dripping outer lips, and feel your uncle's cock throb again between your fingers and your lips as he watches you start pleasuring yourself. He certainly seems more than satisfied with you working several inches of his cock in and out of your mouth, tongue-washing the underside of his shaft as you look up at him.\n\nBut after awhile he urges you back up to your feet, his hands once more roaming your body, squeezing your ass and kneading your tits, this time with you writhing and bucking a little in his grip from your eagerness. Nudging you backwards, he grips your ass and hefts you up onto the edge of his desk to sit, before sinking to his own knees, hands spreading your thighs wide. You let out a moan as his tongue goes to work for you, hips twitching as he finds your clit and starts swirling around it, hands stroking up and down your inner thighs slowly. You slip your fingers into your uncle's hair, half-restraining the urge to ride his face and instead just bucking and rubbing against it gently, lest you wind up falling off the desk.\n\n"Don't get too loud," he teases as he gives you an obviously much-more-experienced tonguejob, which briefly draws your eyes to the glint of the ring on his finger. ... Yeah you're a very, very bad girl. A bad girl who has to bite her lower lip to muffle herself as he goes at you full-force, lips and tongue working you over the edge to an orgasm that makes you buck in place and try to squeeze your thighs around your uncle's head. Soon after he's rising up, his hands sliding around your thighs, gripping them and lifting them. He leans back in to kiss you, your bare tits pressing against his polo shirt even as he pushes inside you, his cock spreading you open and sliding in deep.\n\nYou drape your arms around his neck, moaning into his mouth as he starts fucking you, rocking you lightly against his desk. You hook your legs around him as well, closing your eyes now, taking in the smell and feel of him against you, inside you, letting yourself forget for a moment that the door is locked and concentrating on the scary, exciting thrill that someone could walk through the door at any moment. Walk through the door and see your naked body pressed against your uncle's clothed one as he fucks you, hear you moaning around his tongue as he kisses you, see the desk rocking lightly from your ass being driven against it by his thrusts. Reveling in the thought is enough to make you cum again, your pussy squeezing down on your uncle's cock and soaking his balls with a spurt of arousal.\n\nAfter fucking you to several more taboo orgasms, your uncle pulls out, grunting softly as one of his hands darts up to wrap around his cock, giving it short, hard jerks as he spurts his load all over your belly. Thick splatters of white hit across your stomach, dribbling down towards your soaked, still slightly open pussy as he steps back, huffing and surveying his work of you being sweaty, slightly mussed, and now covered in his cum. You try to catch your own breath, letting your legs spread wide again as you lean back on your hands on the desk, looking at his face, the mingling look of lust and satisfaction in your uncle's eyes as he surveys his handiwork on your naked body.\n\n<hr>\n[["... So. Keys?"|GGUncle]]\n\n[[Turn around and bend over.|GGUncle1x4]]

Yeah, better to just keep going. Although you're now starting to form up a better idea of a destination.\n\nSeeing your dad's car with your bag in the back reminded you... you're sixteen now, and basically one driver's test away from your license. You've been sort of lazy about going to do it... living in a part of Deviville where everything's within walking distance has made footing it more attractive than going to the DMV, although that's not all there is to it. The other reason you haven't is that you sort of realized there was no point... your parents are almost always gone all day, taking both of the cars with them. You could drive one after they got home, but you'd have to go through asking them, and there's not that many places you'd particularly want to go at night that you'd need to drive to anyway.\n\nBut that would all change if you had a car of your own! You could go... places! During the day! Hm. ... With your friends! Okay yes there we go that's the kicker, you could pick up your friends and drive them around if you had your own car. That's the reason, it's not just that you really want your own car. The barrier to this totally practical and pragmatic dream of car ownership being, of course, that you don't have a job, or all that much money saved up. \n\nYou've got an in, though, and you'll just have to see what you can do with it. With your mind made up, you make your way to LaChance Classy Autos.\n\nYup, that's your last name on that car lot. Not that it counts for that much, it's not like your uncle owns a series of sprawling manufacturer-branded dealerships the size of multiple city blocks. Still, it's also not one of those chintzy little corner used car lots with a ragged banner reading 'No Credit? No Problem!' either. More somewhere in between. In other words, Uncle Duncan gives nice Christmas gifts but doesn't make the entire family line rich. You make your way onto the lot, gazing covetously at various cars you pass, occasionally giving a wave to the passingly familiar sales reps as you make your way to the main building, passing through the smallish showroom floor and rapping on the doorframe of your uncle's office. "Hey hey!"\n\n"Hm? Oh, Cyan, hello." Your uncle smiles as he raises his head to look at you, slipping off his reading glasses. Though he's two years and change younger than your father, they've been mistaken for twins plenty of times due to the strong resemblance. You've been around both all your life so obviously you can pick out the subtle differences, besides your uncle's different hairstyle. (They both keep it in the neighborhood of 'professional adult male' but there's a range there all the same.) "Come on in and close the door, what's up?"\n\nPulling the door closed after you, you make your way over to one of the chairs in front of his desk and flop down, shrugging out of your bag's strap as you do to set it aside. "Oh, just making myself scarce. Y'know, for reasons." The both of you share a wry grin over that, before you continue, "So, I thought I'd come see you!"\n\n"Aaaaand?" he prompts, raising his eyebrows.\n\nYou put a half-serious wounded look on your face, placing a hand to your chest. "What, you don't think I'd just come to see you 'cause I love you?"\n\n"If you were sufficiently bored. But somehow I'm guessing this visit has more to do with the fact that you've been sixteen for a few months now, and you'd like to turn your two car family into a three car one," he says drolly, chuckling a bit and shaking his head.\n\n"Oh, fine." You let out a little huff, shrugging and grinning back. "Yeah, I mean, it's rough y'know? It's summer, I'm sixteen, but I'm still walking everywhere! So yes, I admit, I came to my uncle, who owns this lovely car lot <i>full</i> of cars, to see if maybe, oh MAYBE, there is one for his sweet and adorable niece?" you continue, clasping your hands to the side of one cheek and batting your eyelids.\n\n"Theater arts is really paying off for you." Your uncle snorts, then shakes his head a bit ruefully. "Cyan, I can't <i>give</i> you a car, I'm sorry. I know to a teenager it probably looks like I've got so many I could give away a dozen on a whim, but every single car on this lot represents an investment of money and time for the dealership, not even necessarily me in particular."\n\nSighing, you shrug and flop back in the chair. "No, I get it. I mean I already figured it was a longshot, just that I needed to start somewhere, I guess."\n\n"Well... thinking about it, I guess there is one vehicle on the lot that I could give away, but your parents might actually murder me if I gave it to you," he mutters under his breath, actually wincing visibly. Then he clears his throat and continues, "Tell you what, there's always work to be done around here that the sales reps think they're too good for, I could hire you on for the summer, let you earn some money towards a car. By the end of the summer we'll see what you've got and how short you are after both the employee discount and the best deal I can give family, and if you're a bit short maybe you can ask your parents to kick in a bit."\n\nWhile you're still turning over your desire for your own car versus your desire to not spend your entire summer washing cars and sweeping floors, your uncle looks thoughtful, looking at you appraisingly as he taps a finger against the desktop. "Of course, if you're really dead set on driving off the lot today... despite your lack of a license... I suppose we could come to <i>some</i> sort of arrangement. But you probably just ought to take the job, I think that'd be better for you."\n\n<hr>\n[[Hey, you heard "free car" in there somewhere!|GGMotoStart]]\n\n[[The job does sound like it'd be best.|GGUncle]]\n\n[[Wait, what kind of arrangement?|GGUncle1x2]]

*<b>Main:</b> Gwyn has a [[third option|Gwyn2x1]] after getting shot down by Maria. \n*<b>Main:</b> Austin can take a look at the [[camera|Austin9x1]] from the box of his uncle's artifacts.\n*<b>Main:</b> Austin can also go down [[during Motoko's time in the bath|Austin2x5]], or [[not bother with an alarm|Austin2x6]], \n*<b>Main:</b> Jamie can discover he's bought a [[new item|QOKevDT1x2]] from the mysterious store.\n-Update 2-\n*<b>Main:</b> Cat Burglar Eric can decide to [[steal another jewel|Palladium7x1]] while burgling Lianna Guyer's bedroom.\n*<b>Main:</b> Cyan has a [[new game|GGVR1x4]] in the infernal VR rig's list.

"Let's... let's say I agreed to this, this... becoming a succubus," you say slowly, your ears pink. "You're saying I'd have to... um..."\n\n"Have sex." Xira nods once. "Lots and lots of sex. It'd take awhile for you to be a strong enough succubus to challenge the Princess, so it would be quite a bit of fucking."\n\n"... Right." You take a deep breath, trying to settle that in your mind, then frown a little and look at her. "Not that I don't appreciate the offer to help... you know, mostly... but I'm not entirely sure why."\n\n"Well <i>obviously</i> I expect something in return. Gosh, you don't even have imps where you're from, huh?" Xira puts her hands on her naked hips and juts them to one side a bit, tail flicking. "I can cast this spell to become a succubus on a human from another world... but I can't cast it on <i>myself</i>. If I want to graduate from Imp to Succubus, a sufficiently powerful Succubus has to grant me enough power to evolve. So the deal will be, I'll cast the spell on you, and tag along to help you out as much as I can. Once you've rescued your brother, you give me as much of your power as necessary so that I can evolve. Deal?" she says, offering her hand again.\n\nYou hesitate... but eventually nod, sighing as you lean down and grasp her small hand again. "Alright, deal." \n\n"Okay!" Xira chirps, little wings fluttering as she lifts into the air. She points both hands at you and spends a few moments chanting something that sounds somehow both vaguely pompous and vaguely lewd, a pink, swirly glow appearing around her arms... and around you briefly, making you stare at your hands... before both fade. "There! Done!"\n\n"Um... that's it?" You blink a few times, looking over your shoulder for any sign of wings or a tail. "I don't... feel any different."\n\n"Well you're <i>not</i> any different yet, really," Xira says with a snort. "Right now you're just a human with a spell on her, you have to actually do lewd stuff and get fucked to start really turning into a succubus," she continues, apparently ignoring the return of your blush. "So far you've got three benefits besides the fact that you can grow into succubus-hood by sex. One, you won't age or get sick, and if you do get injured it'll heal quickly... hopefully that won't come up, but y'never know, Arola can be a dangerous place in some areas," she adds breezily as you stare at her. "Two, you have complete control over when you conceive, just decide not to get knocked up and you won't. And three, you can take anything."\n\n"... Um... by which you mean...?"\n\n"Pretty much any penetration, anywhere you could conceivably be penetrated," Xira replies with a wide smirk, her little blue nipples stiffening visibly as she says it. "Dicks, fingers, arms, other stuff, as long as it's lewd your body will go 'Yup gimme'."\n\n"... I'm really not sure about this," you groan, putting both hands to your face.\n\n"Oh, c'mon, loosen up! I mean, you won't actually loosen up, the side effect of that third thing is that you'll always be nice and tight again not long after, but <i>figuratively</i> loosen up," she chirps, turning and flitting along through the air, making you try not to stare at the sight of her bare ass and pussy. Geez, it's not like she's a fairy where you couldn't even notice unless you were really close, you'd think she'd wear some panties or something. "Anyway, c'mon, this way to the nearest town!"\n\nSighing heavily, you nevertheless follow along after Xira, mostly trying not to stare at her bare butt as she leads the way. 'Just hang on, Ethan, I'll be there as soon as I can. ... Even if this is the most perverse rescue there's ever been.'\n\nSoon the two of you are approaching and entering the gates of what looks like a large town. You're not super into games or anything, but you've seen enough of them and of various fantasy movies to think 'Hm, yeah, this is definitely a fantasy setting's village.' The buildings are made of either stone and mortar or wood, most being a blend of the two, with a sort of "generic" European style. There are a fair number of people moving about... the vast majority look to be men of various ages and attires, including some guards in light armor, and a couple of what you assume are hunters or maybe... adventurers?... in more eclectic outfits, but a lot of them are just in sort of standard old-timey shirts and pants, some with aprons or other indications of their trade. You only see a couple of women around, and though similarly dressed most of them seem fairly attractive, enough that your brain is easily able to believe they used to be succubi even if they're not drop-dead gorgeous. Although...\n\n"Um," you murmur, keeping your voice down as you glance aside at Xira. "Everyone seems like they're kind of in a bad mood."\n\n"Well <i>yeah</i>," she snorts. "Arola used to be the sort of world where there was sex available practically on demand, even if the succubi were the ones in charge. Like obviously they could say 'no' and pick and choose their partners, they were the ones with all the power after all, but they're succubi... most of them <i>didn't</i> say no. But even former succubi tend to be a lot less adventurous and outgoing once they become human, since being mortal and all the foibles that come with it sort of takes the zest off of fucking everything in sight. So they went from most of them getting a good thorough screw a couple of times every day to some of them maybe getting it once a day from their wives and girlfriends if they're lucky, even more of them having to pay for it or work their charms for it, and still more not getting any at all."\n\n"... Even not being a guy, I guess I can kind of see how that would put you in a sour mood," you allow, frowning a little. "Um, I'm... not in any danger, am I?"\n\n"Nah, nah, remember what I said! Arolan guys have been the weaker sex as long as they can remember, even the strongest, toughest of them wouldn't have been able to force the weakest succubus. It wouldn't even cross their minds to try and force a girl! ... Probably," she adds, glancing aside and putting a fingertip to her lower lip.\n\nYou give her a flat look. "'Probably'?"\n\n"Well everybody's got a breaking point." She shrugs, her bare blue boobs bouncing a bit. "But those should be relatively easy to spot. Now! Let's go to the bar!" she adds, fluttering off down one street.\n\n"Um?" You blink a few times, hurrying after her. "Why?"\n\n"Where else you gonna pick up a guy for a quick pump?"\n\n... Oh. Right.\n\nSoon the two of you are sitting at a little corner table in, well, an old style bar, with what you assume is the inn above to judge by the sign at one end of the actual bar counter. You've gotten a few odd looks, which you assume are your clothes, but no one's bothered to approach you about it. The bartender gives you one of said glances as he comes over, but just says, "What'll ya have?"\n\n"Oh, um... water, I guess," you answer, realizing you don't actually have any money. Then when he turns around you blink. "Um!" When he turns around to look at you curiously, you point across the little table where Xira is sitting with her legs folded in midair, wings fluttering as she hovers.\n\n"... Oh! Yeah, sure, what'll ya have?"\n\n"Regular cup of ale, please." Noticing you giving the bartender's back a dirty look as he walks away, Xira snorts. "It's not really malicious, just that everyone knows that imps are basically so powerless they can't affect much of anything. Same as all the other stuff, it's been known for so long that it's just ingrained in people's brains."\n\n"Well it's still rude. ... And you don't seem very 'powerless'," you add.\n\n"I really only know the one unusual spell, and that's just because I almost ran into an old obelisk out in the wilds one time. Even then it only worked because you were willing, not that there'd be much point to casting it on someone who wasn't." She pauses as the bartender returns and sets down two wooden mugs, Xira's large enough that it would obviously be a bit awkward if she picked it up, so she just leans down and tilts it a bit to sip. "Anyway! Hm hm hm... oh, that guy looks pretty decent!" she adds, pointing to one of the other tables.\n\n"Um?" You look over at said table, and spot who she means... a guy who looks like he's probably in his early twenties or so, short brown hair, fairly nice clothes, he'd just sort of be an average nice-looking guy back home. "Yeah, what about him?"\n\n"... For a start." Xira stares at you as you look back at her blankly. "... As in, to fuck."\n\n"What?" you squeak.\n\n"... Did you forget?" The imp looks back at you with a flat expression. "C'mon! We've been over this! If you want to become a succubus so you can challenge the Princess and save your brother, you've gotta fuck! Like, a lot! A lot a lot a <i>lot</i>!" she declares, flinging her hands exuberantly in the air, making you glance around nervously... but either her voice doesn't really carry or that thing she said about most people just reflexively ignoring imps was true. "Frankly you'll have to fuck so many guys that you can't really be picky, but it'll get easier as you go! I picked you out a pretty cute, easy one for a start, just go over there, tell him you wanna fuck, and get on your knees!"\n\n"In the <i>bar</i>?!" you hiss.\n\n"Oh... <i>fine</i>, I guess for the first time go upstairs or something," she allows with a sigh. "Baby steps or whatever."\n\nYou swallow hard, then look over at the other table again. ... He does look pretty cute, you have to allow. Like not drop-dead gorgeous, but pretty nice. So it's not like... it's not like it's awful to think of, but seriously, just go up to a boy and say 'Let's have sex'? And he'll probably <i>do it</i>?!?!!\n\n<hr>\n[[You can't!|SweetSucc1x4]]\n\n[[... Well, here goes.|SweetSucc2x1]]

"Go on, it'll look-" Super cute. "-totally dashing and heroic on you," you encourage him.\n\n"Hm, 'kay then!" Ethan apparently didn't need <i>that</i> much urging, grinning and setting the tiara on his head. It does look like it needs to stretch a little, probably having meant to default to a younger child, but goes on without any problems.\n\nThen the plastic gem gives a bright, blinding flash of light, causing both you and Ethan to give nearly identical yelps of shock and fling your hands in front of your faces. As you drop your hands and quickly try to focus to see if he's okay, your vision gradually clears, and your shocked mind starts to realize a few things. First of all, Ethan does seem to be okay, but the tiara no longer seems to be gold plastic with an opening in the back, but rather an actual piece of gold jewelry perfectly fitted to him, the seemingly real gemstone on the front gleaming. Secondly that the two of you seem to be in the woods somewhere, though the trees don't seem to be quite like anything you've seen around Deviville.\n\n"W-what happened?!" Ethan squeaks in shock, whipping his head around to stare at the strange outdoors much like you are... before he cries out in shock and fear as something swoops down from above. There's a gleeful shriek of laughter as something red and purple grabs him up and hauls him into the air, rapidly ascending and gaining distance.\n\n"Ethan!" you scream, unhesitatingly taking off at a full sprint, reaching a hand out despite them being well beyond any possibility of being grabbed at this point. You're able to at least make out that what has him seems to be some sort of <i>demon woman</i>, bright red with purple wings and a tail... somehow familiar... and she definitely seems to have a firm grip on Ethan, flying higher and faster. You continue running for several moments even after you've lost sight of them, until finally you have to stop and slump against a tree, panting. 'This is impossible... how is this happening? Did my brother really just get kidnapped by a demon?'\n\n"Oh heeey, it's a human girl from beyond!"\n\nYou jump at the sudden voice, straightening up and whipping your head back and forth, but not seeing anything."\n\n"No no, down here." When you blink and look down towards your feet, you find that standing a short distance in front of you is... a miniature woman. Or demon? Though only about two feet tall, she seems mostly normally-proportioned... well, more like she'd be fairly generously-proportioned if she were full size, her breasts on the large side and hips round, but a fairly sleek build overall. All she seems to be wearing is a pair of shoulder-height black gloves and hip-height black boots, otherwise baring all of her blue skin... and the tiny wings and little slip of a tail she's got. "Hiya."\n\n"GAH!" you shout, jumping backwards and pressing yourself against a tree.\n\n"Boy, you really <i>must</i> be from some backwoods world, don't know who else would be scared of an imp." She folds her arms under her chest and stares up at you with solid black eyes, tilting her head a bit. She has black hair in a short ponytail and two stubby little black horns poking up from her forehead, too, you notice. "Was that your brother that got snagged by the princess, or something?"\n\n"W-wait, what?!" The mention of Ethan brings your brain fully back on track, cutting through your shock and fear. "That was a princess that kidnapped Ethan?!"\n\n"Yup, the Succubus Princess of Arola, and currently the only succubus left." The imp shrugs her small shoulders, apparently deciding to explain. "See, Arola's a world made up pretty much entirely of human men and succubi. Human women weren't unknown, just kind of rare. Anyway, some otherworld 'hero'," she continues, lifting her hands briefly to make air quotes. "Came here and killed the Succubus Queen. When he did that, most of the succubi either disappeared outright or turned into human women. Now the Princess needs to rebuild the bloodline by having new Succubus children."\n\n"... NO!" you blurt as the implications of that sink in.\n\n"Relaaaax," the imp coos, making a slight 'calm down' gesture with her hands. "She won't touch him at all for at least one year. There needs to be a purification ritual done to insure that he's attained the maximum energy possible. My name's Xira, by the way," she adds, holding a small hand up towards you.\n\n"Amanda," you reply a little numbly, reaching down and sort of awkwardly wrapping your hand entirely around hers to shake. "B-but I don't understand... why my brother? Why not just... 'rebuild' with a man from here?"\n\n"Basically, there's no one native to this world that isn't at least <i>distantly</i> related to the Succubus Queen and shares her bloodline," Xira says with another shrug. "When the succubi were nullified, so was that bloodline, and it will render any other succubus blood that tries to mingle with it inert too. So the Princess needs someone from another world, and has probably been sending out 'traps' like whatever one you triggered to get one. One year from... probably about now, since she's likely getting back to her castle and putting the purification ring on him... she'll pounce him and do lots of lewd stuff and become pregnant with the first new succubi to repopulate with."\n\n"NO!" you cry again, clenching your fists. "I have to rescue him!"\n\n"Hmmmmm... okay, I'll help you!" Xira chirps.\n\nYou blink. "Um... you will? I kind of figured... well, um."\n\n"Oh, I'm just an imp, I've got no loyalty to the crown or even the succubus race! So yeah, sure, I'll help you..." She starts grinning, showing off a pair of miniature fangs. "... to become a succubus."\n\nYour face simultaneously tries to blush solid red and go pale. "What?"\n\n"Well you don't think a standard <i>human</i> would have any hopes against succubus royalty, do you? You'd basically be overpowered the moment she saw you! But I can cast a spell on you that would let you turn into a succubus yourself... not right away, obviously, you'd have to, y'know..." She gives a suggestive thrust of her hips and yank of her fists. "Build up to it. Yeah yeah look scandalized all you want, but if you want to save your brother, it's the only way!"\n\n<hr>\n[["... So, if I did..."|SweetSucc1x3]]\n\n[["... No!"|SweetSucc]]

"This says there's a 'Chosen One' tiara in there," you note, almost exactly as Ethan's lifting the gleaming gold-seeming thing out. It looks pretty good for gold plastic, you allow, with the usual open back to allow for some slight adjustment of fit, and a little sort of 'V' dipped front and an attached blue plastic gem.\n\n"I guess the Chosen One is supposed to be a girl, huh?" he muses aloud, eyeing it.\n\n"No, tiaras are pretty unisex. I think," you allow, looking at it. "I've seen boys wearing them in those movies you like, and on some game covers and things."\n\n"Oh, I guess that's true." Ethan nods a few times, though he still looks uncertain.\n\n<hr>\n[["Go on, it's fine."|SweetSucc1x2]]\n\n[["Well I'll wear it if you don't want to!"|SweetSucc]]

Mm, no, you quite like what you've become upon being brought to this world, you think you'll continue to be exactly as you are for the time being.\n\nYou wait for the wagon to come around the corner, standing calmly and patiently, shameless in your nudity. You're quite beautiful and have nothing to be ashamed of, after all. Indeed, as the cart comes around the corner and you can finally see the humans... a fairly young couple and their teenage offspring, tan-skinned and brown-haired... all of them gawk at you. Well, they would be right to, wouldn't they? You see a small, hurried conversation between the adults, but much as you might expect they pull the wagon to a stop near you.\n\n"Ah... good morning, miss," the man tries.\n\n"Good morning," you respond evenly with a bob of the head. "As you might have noticed, I am only recently come to these parts. I would like to ask you for something."\n\n"Ah, well... if I can help out at all," he answers reasonably enough, looking quite open to whatever you might ask. You're hardly even trying at this point, though obviously some things will require a bit more nudging than others.\n\n<hr>\n[["I need a ride."|IriDra1x5]]\n\n[["I need your son."|IriDra]]\n\n[["I need your daughter."|IriDra]]\n\n[["I need your children."|IriDra]]\n\n[["I need everything you have."|IriDra]]

Human civilization seems the wiser course of action, and more direct as well, since you saw an obviously well-traveled dirt road nearby. You set off through the woods, effortlessly using tracking methods that come almost without thought to make your way right to the road with its light wagon ruts.\n\nYou were fairly certain you also saw someone on the road, and at a few light sniffs, you pick out four scents. Adult female, adult male, adolescent female, adolescent male, all human, and likely a family by the amount of intermingled scents. A strong hay scent as well as wood and the sound of rhythmic creaking... a wagon full of bales of high-quality hay, likely bound for a stable in the city. Only a few weapons by the metal smell, and not heavily maintained, so likely just belt knives, nothing in the way of a threat. Perfect for your needs. \n\nBy the smell and sounds and the light tremors in the ground, you have approximately forty-six seconds before they round the bend and will be able to see you. Which does give you time to consider a new thought, that being, whether you should present yourself as you are, or perhaps change your shape. Your natural impressiveness, while glorious, could shock or even potentially frighten common farmers. You could assume the appearance of another humanoid race they would be unlikely to consider suspicious... or even some form of harmless animal that they would take with them without much thought.\n\n<hr>\n[[Be yourself.|IriDra1x4]]\n\n[[Become a human.|IriDra]]\n\n[[Become an elf.|IriDra]]\n\n[[Become a dog.|IriDra]]

Hm. If such a book turned out to be a destabilizing influence on the world you find yourself in, that could prove problematic for you at some point in the future. Best to just leave it here, and perhaps you'll be able to find your way back to it later if you truly need it.\n\nYou flip Savage Species open to the section on half dragons, taking particular care to focus on the sections about Iridescent Half Dragons so that they're committed to memory. Then you do a quick flip through of the rest of the book, enough to have a decent recall of everything in it, then use your unique Cloud Shaping cantrip to create a small podium in the center of the room to set the book on. Without another moment's hesitation you turn and make your way out through the door. The sky is blue and clear above, and the air would be thin enough to dissuade anyone without a sizeable CON score, but you have no problems as you make your way to the edge of the cloud and glance down.\n\nAt a thought, you form a pair of gleaming draconic wings, your back stretching painlessly and then stretching out into the gleaming silver-soapbubble lengths that catch the wind as you gracefully lean forward and drop down, curling through the air. You describe slow, long loops down, taking in the lay of the land... mostly wide, open, undeveloped greenery and plains directly below you, though far in the distance at various points you espy some sort of city, as well as several habitats you believe would be statistically likely to contain dragons.\n\nAlighting in a forest clearing, you reabsorb your wings and yet again consider. You have two logical choices available to you... you can make your way to human civilization ("human", in this context, being a general term for sentient humanoid races that prefer to form civilizations and cultures), or you can seek out some of your draconic "kin". Both options have their appeal... obviously the humans would be able to guide you on a much wider variety of class options, and obviously be rather easier for you to exert influence over at much less risk to yourself. On the other hand, a dragon, while a riskier proposition on many levels, if convinced you would make a fitting disciple, would likely be much freer with rare treasure and knowledge.\n\n<hr>\n[[Seek out humans.|IriDra1x3]]\n\n[[Seek out dragons.|IriDra]]

After a proper moment of pondering with your vast intellect, you determine that it would be deeply boring staying in your little cloud-room, and it hardly makes sense to be bored when given an opportunity like this. Since you see no point in wasting time, you turn and make your way to the doorway.\n\nYou pause when one of your breasts bumps against the corner of the book. Ah yes, the Savage Species manual. The question is whether you should take it or leave it. You won't learn at-will item creation for several character levels, so you have no clothing or a bag to put it in. While you could have an Unseen Servant or Floating Disk carry it, any of those options still involve the chance for it to get knocked about, damaged, or lost... the latter being the worse option, as you're not sure what sort of disruption it could cause to this world, considering.\n\nOn the other hand, you never know when such a thing might be useful. While a quick Detect Magic does not show any lingering enchantment, it might be an important item, or display some sort of utility later on, validating the risk of taking it with you.\n\n<hr>\n[[Take it.|IriDra]]\n\n[[Leave it.|IriDra1x2]]

With barely any hesitation now, you climb up onto the bed and between his legs, Ken's eyes widening as you press your massive mammaries around his enlarged prick and wrap your arms and hands around them, engulfing his latex-sheathed cock with them... well, not engulfing, not quite, since he's gotten <i>so</i> gloriously big! "M-mom?!" he gasps out, shuddering but not actually trying to resist as you start stroking your tits over him, pumping them along his shaft.\n\n"Mommy's just jerking you off with her titties, dear, that's all," you assure him, the explanation coming to you smoothly and easily, your tone all business and self-assured even as there's a breathy, aroused quality to it. Clearly the fact that you're moving your entire body in an obvious fucking motion, your sodden pussy thrusting back against the air as if meeting an invisible lover's thrusts, is purely coincidental as you put everything into giving him your best titfuck. "It's no differen than using my hands at all, really," you add cheerfully even as you squeeze your boobs more firmly around his throbbing, oversized teenage prick.\n\nWhatever Ken might think of your explanation, he clearly can't rally his mental faculties enough to argue with it, his moans now coming out full-throated and without restraint, albeit still with that adorably embarrassed edge to the sounds of his pleasure. And this time you get to see the interesting view from close up of his cock spasming and starting to fire, the first blast of his cum stretching out the latex of the condom's reservoir, and in fact the following spurts doing the same as it steadily fills, bulging up and drooping down with its heavy load of white. 'It's so fucking big,' you think with a moan, unable to resist the urge to rub your cheek a bit against the firm, warm feel of that heavy latex cum-balloon while Ken's busy laying there shuddering in the aftermath of his orgasm, his eyes closed, your own body shuddering a little in its own small no-touch orgasm.\n\nAfter a second you take a firm hold beneath the reservoir with one hand and use the other to start rolling the condom back up Ken's shaft, your son squirming as you stroke him in the process. Pulling the thing off and tying a knot in it, you almost reverently set it aside before snagging the lotion, Ken gasping loudly as you squirt it on your hands and start smearing it over his length, once more stroking and pumping along that fat, throbbing monster cock adoringly... all in the name of making sure it's completely coated, of course. It's not exactly terribly surprising when he's still rock-hard after you're done, so of course you snag a pretty blue condom and start sheathing him again, Ken biting his lower lip as he watches you, his eyes filled with a look of mingled embarrassment, anticipation, and just straight-out lust as he wonders what's next.\n\n<hr>\n[[Titfuck him again.|Marei]]\n\n[[Mount up.|Marei14x11]]

"... No, you're full of shit," you assert, eyes narrowing.\n\n"I can assure you I-"\n\n"Yeah, I bet you could do the thing with the memory spell. What you're full of shit about is being able to beat me in one shot. If you thought you had any chance of killing or subduing me, any chance at all, you'd have done it." You can't help but smirk at the almost imperceptible widening of her eyes. "You're way too arrogant and sure of yourself to bother threatening someone when you could just outright dominate them instead. You're used to your power, used to it doing everything for you, it wouldn't have even occurred to you to bother trying to order me down if you thought you could use your abilities to force me to instead."\n\n"..." Lauriel purses her lips, shoulders shifting back a little. "You are entirely more canny than I gave you credit for," she mutters rather sulkily.\n\n"I'm a good judge of character, when someone's not fucking with my head. You have to be, to manipulate people when you don't have a fancy charmed voice to just make them do what you want."\n\n"Fair enough." Lauriel gives a sniff, trying to pull her confident exterior back on. "But as said, I still have the memory stone, which-"\n\n"Won't protect you. Whether you get it off or not you wouldn't be doing much more than spiting me before you die. And while I don't doubt you're that petty, because I know I would be, I'm also guessing you'd do just about anything to avoid the 'dying' part."\n\nHer eyes flick slightly back and forth, before fixing back on you. "Fine. Fine then. What do you want?" she finally asks, letting the energy ball dissipate and lowering her hand... but not the hand with the runestone.\n\n<hr>\n[[Submission.|MeanLove]]\n\n[[Compensation.|MeanLove]]\n\n[[Cooperation.|MeanLove]]

"DON'T!" you blurt, leaping forward.\n\nLauriel immediately swings around and thrusts one of her hands at you. You howl as the collar feels like it instantly heats to nearly the melting point, making your neck and throat feel like they're on fire as you collapse to the ground, your body contorting and resuming its earlier more demonic look. You quickly bring a hand up and yank at the collar with all your strength, the metal snapping to pieces and clattering to the floor. You instantly flip through the air, muscles growing leaner and more athletic to facilitate the move, your balance helped by the spade-tipped tail that lashes behind you as you land in the desk on a crouch on the balls of your feet, balancing with one hand extended.\n\n"So, you touched my figurines," Lauriel says coolly from where she's standing across from you. One hand is holding the stone she was carving, the other is extended towards you, a roiling ball of azure energy hovering a short distance from her palm. You narrow her eyes, feeling a strange flooding sensation in them as your view of Lauriel becomes better, the colors sharper, while bringing your own hand up. Channeling the rage and hate you feel through your arm and down, your hand is soon wreathed in a corona of purple flame, your nails sharpening to long, gleaming black claws as the flames play over them, the nails of your other hand digging into the wood as they do the same. "And now you've decided to rise up against me, that's a shame."\n\n"You fucked with my mind, you're using my friends without my permission, and you wanted to make my own parents forget me," you snarl, your bared teeth growing sharper. \n\n"And you sold your soul. Look at you, all the anger and hatred you're channeling right now, you're on the verge of losing it already," she answers with a derisive snort. Her eyes flick down just briefly as you can feel your tits hanging a bit more heavily off your chest, but for the most part she keeps focused on your face. "And you've gained nothing."\n\n"Funny, feel like I've gained the power to take you apart," you growl back, your tail lashing a little more eagerly.\n\n"Please, I could defeat you handily with this one shot," the elf scoffs, before holding up the runestone. "Besides, I still have this. You so much as look like you're going to step off that desk, I'll activate it and you <i>will</i> be forgotten. I can put the tiniest bit of extra concentration and magic into it to make it so that it's not just family and teachers, but everyone. Your friends, everyone that ever passed you in school, all the records and pictures of you. Layla Mercer will effectively never have existed in this world... you'll just be some low-level, powerless demon. And then you'll be dead. Unless you put the hellfire away and sit down like a good beast."\n\n<hr>\n[[Attack.|MeanLove]]\n\n[[Submit.|MeanLove]]\n\n[[Call her bluff.|MeanLove5x2]]

You decide to go take a look around Aunt Kelly's curio room. It's not like you're still a stumbling little toddler with sticky fingers, after all. ... Still, you do stop in the kitchen and wash your hands before you head in. May as well take the extra precaution, nothing would screw up the start of the vacation more than your aunt coming home and finding dorito dust on her Picasso or something.\n\nYou step into the room, looking around. Wow, it really is like a museum... there's stuff on pedestals, and on shelves, and they even have the little info cards museums usually have to give you a little piece of the item's history. Your aunt must really enjoy the idea of her own private little art museum. Of course there's also a distinct lack of glass cases and red velvet ropes, making everything distinctly... touchable. Your fingers give a little twitch, and you quickly wipe your palms against the hips of your jeans. No, no, bad. You're just going to <i>look</i> at the fascinating, interesting bits of history that are, like, right there with nothing between you and them but air. Right. You stroll along through the room, looking at some of the more prominent pieces and reading their cards.\n\n[[The Venus of Ghatadumi|SamVenus1x1]]: "Similar to the stone Venus of Wallendorf, this wooden carving is believed to be an early fertility idol. While the Venus of Wallendorf is practically spherical, indicating a well-fed and thus generally healthy specimen, the Venus of Ghatadumi is rather more overtly sexual, emphasizing enormous breasts and round hips, but a distinct waist and legs. It is believed this is a symbol of an early tribe beginning to move into a concept of sexual pleasure rather than simply mating, though legend says the Venus of Ghatadumi holds great powers to cause conception between the one who holds it and the first person to see her."\n\n[[Hafardi's Lamp|SamGenie1x1]]: "Hafardi al Khaladuin was an early Persian philanthropist, famous for traveling the land and bringing good fortune with him. It's theorized he was also a great engineer and early scientist, as many of the feats he is recorded to have performed, such as watering barren fields and averting disasters, could not have been accomplished otherwise. He always carried this golden oil lamp with him, and rarely let it out of his hands. This lamp is quite likely the basis for legends about magic djinn serving the masters of lamps, due to Hafardi al Khaladuin's seemingly 'magical' abilities while carrying it."\n\n[[The Miniature Midas|SamGold1x1]]: "This small gold automaton was found in a French manor house in 1653, with authenticated records indicating it had come into the family's possession almost three centuries before. Various buttons on its back will induce it to move, with one prompting it to actually speak aloud, vocalizing a riddle. The mechanisms that allow for this advanced level of movement and action have never been determined, as any method that would definitively show its insides either fails or would obviously damage the piece beyond repair."

You force yourself to remember how dangerous he is, what he was planning to do to you, was planning to do to Sandra, maybe to your entire world if what she said was right. Baring your teeth in a half-feral snarl, you bring the staff up, and then slam the end down onto Mako's head. The blow has far more impact than you were expecting, immediately splitting scales and sending up a cracking noise you think you'll remember forever. But it doesn't stop you from bringing the staff down three more times, until there's a red mess all over the floor.\n\n<i>Good. Now come see me, we have a lot to discuss,</i> the memory-voice declares in a somewhat disconcertingly cheerful tone, before going entirely silent.\n\nYou step over Mako's lifeless body and stalk across the bathing area he'd been knocked into, slipping out of the door and making your way down the hallway. You're following what feels like the right path without even really thinking about it, your confusion and the whirl of odd emotions the whole situation has caused actually making it easier for you to just let your feet take you where seems appropriate. Several times you duck around pillars or into small alcoves to hide from passing servants, and scowl darkly as one set of them goes by ashen-faced and visibly trembling.\n\n"What sort of monster could have killed <i>Lord Mako</i>?" one of them whispers to the other, only to be hurriedly hushed by the other.\n\nYou're not even sure if he was asking what sort of monster would kill their beloved warlord, or what sort of monster <i>could</i> kill that giant engine of destruction. Anyway, it causes a sensation in your belly like a snake being dissolved in your suddenly heated stomach acid, before you hurry on, following the strange draw of a known but unwalked path. You head up a particularly long stairway, and it's not even until you feel the cold night air wash over your bare skin that you remember how naked you are. You flush a little, face feeling warm against the cold, though even that's not as bad as it should be. And the only other person up here isn't exactly dressed much more heavily, you realize as she turns away from admiring the view of the rest of the strange little town-complex spread out to beyond.\n\n"Hi!" she greets cheerfully, iridescent, metallic purple-blue hair still swaying from the motion, long white open-fronted robe sweeping dramatically. Her eyes are the same color as her hair, but glow as if lit from within, and you'd swear you can see little bits of electricity playing about inside of them like one of those novelty lamps at the mall no one actually buys. She's a good six and a half feet tall, toned and beautiful, with sharp cheekbones and an angular, nearly feline set to her eyes, large breasts covered by a metallic silver tubetop (actually... you think it might literally be silver, even as it moves like cloth with her motions) and thong. Other than those and the robe, she's unadorned, her bare feet padding across the stone as she crosses to you and sketches a short, playful bow. "Name's Fujin. Often called the Goddess of Lightning on your world. Or god. Whichever I'm feeling like that day, really."\n\n"Uh." You blink, your jaw going slack for a moment as you try to process all of that. "You're... a god?"\n\n"Sort of. I'm a being from a place where pretty much everyone has a level of power you'd consider supernatural... but most of us were once mortals just like you, of some shape or stripe." Fujin shrugs expansively as she straightens, spreading her hands. "But that's not what's important right now. What's important is that you've proven capable of wielding my staff, and not only that, but you have a pragmatic nature and are willing to do what needs to be done. It's probably getting ahead of myself a bit, but I'll go ahead and declare Earth saved if everything keeps working out like this. Nice job," she adds with a chirp, giving you a quick, polite golf clap.\n\n"You're saying killing Mako... saved the world?" you murmur, feeling like your consciousness might drift off out of your head at any moment.\n\n"Hey, no dissociating," Fujin says, snapping her fingers with a crackle of electricity. You have the strangest sensation of a static jolt inside your brain and jerk upright. "There, that's better. I understand all of this is overwhelming, but the world's not saved <i>quite</i> yet. You still need to finish fighting HellKore and take out Ji Kulao, or he'll continue his work toppling Earth into global anarchy so he can feed off of the negative energy like a leach hitting a major artery."\n\nYou stare at her, then narrow your eyes. "And what's your interest in all this?"\n\n"Ooo, getting some spunk back huh? Good, you'll need to ask hard questions and have a hard heart to get through this." Fujin actually seems pleased at you questioning her, then shrugs. "Enlightened self interest. My particular aspect of power is tied to Earth... if Earth is destroyed, I'll become so weak I'll be easy pickings for other gods. I could wind up as enslaved and terrorized as anyone on Earth, so frankly it's in both our best interests to take him out and put an end to HellKore."\n\n"Alright, that makes sense." You sigh heavily, nodding. "So you want me to be your, what... your champion?"\n\n"If you like that word better than 'enforcer', sure," Fujin replies breezily. At your blink of shock, she grins. "Listen, every mortal I've approached in the last hundred years has had ideas about heroism that have not played well with winning this. They've had their heads filled with the idea that mercy is tied up with honor, and that their personal principles are more valuable than keeping their world from burning. Instead I'm putting it to you plainly... you fight to win, whatever it takes, you kill Ji Kulao, and not only will you save the world, but I'll reward you even more handsomely than he would have. Immortality, sure, but also power, prestige, comfort, all of it."\n\n"You kind of sound like him, trying to tempt me, so what's the difference," you note a little sourly.\n\nThat actually makes Fujin smile... rather wickedly, energy crackling in her eyes. "I'm on Earth's side. That's it. Only difference."\n\n... Oh. Well... ... fair enough. "So I become your enforcer."\n\n"And you fight with all the power and fury I can imbue you with without causing your body to come apart at the molecular level," Fujin says brightly, which is still a little imposing you've gotta say. "You'll breeze through the early rounds and probably the finals too. When Ji Kulao tries to offer you immortality, you remind him that the HellKore rules state you're allowed to choose anything he can give you as your prize... and that you demand a deathmatch with him." She tilts her head. "Or, if you're worried you might lose conviction at some point, there's another option. You could become my Avatar instead."\n\n"Your..." You stare blankly. "I don't wanna be a skinny blue hippie."\n\n"No, no. I mean, you've already taken part of my power into yourself and proven you're compatible. By becoming my Avatar, you'd essentially be acting as a host body. ... Huh, I guess it is sort of like that movie. Nevermind, nevermind, but basically you'd sort of become a physical, technically mortal manifestation of me... a demigod."\n\nYou start to ask why that's different, then frown. "Wait, are you saying you'd <i>take over my body</i>?"\n\n"Not quite, more like I'd be sending part of myself into it. You'd become me, sort of... blended in with me, but I'd be the dominant personality. It's not like you'd be trapped inside helpless, you'd just sort of merge into my mind for the duration. Afterwards I could depart, and you'd be left with merely semi-phenomenal nearly-cosmic abilities, but still probably the most powerful being currently walking the surface of the Earth."\n\nYou have to admit, part of you is excited by those words. Most people would be, you think, whatever they claimed. It's a bit of a scary thought, but with Fujin in the driver's seat, you guess you wouldn't have to worry about being afraid, or faltering because of your morals at an inappropriate time. But is that really necessary? When push came to shove, you did what you felt you had to with Mako, and left his brains scattered all over the floor. You're obviously tough enough to do it if you have to, you're just not sure you want to.\n\n<hr>\n[[Become her enforcer.|HellKore]]\n\n[[Become her avatar.|HellKore13x2]]\n\n[[Refuse her.|HellKore]]

"So, this 'avatar' thing... I'd get my body back after HellKore for sure, right?" you ask slowly.\n\n"Of course! It's not like I'd want to stick around Earth as a near-mortal, departing to rejoin the actual me would be my top priority. Does that mean that's what you want to do?"\n\nYou nod once, sighing. "You're the one who knows what's going on here, and you're the one with experience in all of this. My head's still spinning with all of this and if the stakes are as high as you say, we can't afford me cracking under pressure at some point. So... yes... use my body."\n\n"Phrasing," Fujin says with a chuckle, making you flush a little bit, before she makes a slight beckoning motion. "Alright, do your best to relax, then point the staff at me."\n\nYou follow her instructions, taking a few deep breaths and mentally focusing yourself so you don't panic as you lift the silver staff up, angling one end of it towards Fujin. Her body begins crackling with jags of electricity, eyes going white as they flicker and spit miniature bolts of lightning, her whole body gradually starting to shiver... no, not shiver, more like jitter like an old TV broadcast with a bad signal. She glows brighter and less distinct rapidly, vibrating faster and spitting off more of that electricity, before she leaps... no, more like she's <i>yanked</i> through the air towards the staff. You try not to flinch or throw yourself away from it, but still wind up taking a few scrambling steps back even as the impact hits and washes over you.\n\nAnd that's that. You dig your foot in to stop the backwards motion, rolling your shoulders and then your head even as the tips of your hair shade to iridescent blue-purple. You know the same thing is happening to your eyes, even as little skitters of lightning play across your body before going out as you take full control. 'Been a long time since I've been flesh and blood,' you muse, letting the staff disappear as you raise both hands and flex them, turning them back and forth before glancing down at your body. 'Hm, I like, though.'\n\nYou turn and casually stroll over towards the stairs, any faint sense of modesty or shame gone, not enough of Callista's mortal foibles left to support it. In fact it sort of amuses you how her/your boobs jiggle as you trot down the stairs... it's a different sensation and motion than the simulated body you form out of your lightning normally. At the bottom of the stairs a number of Fleshslaves have gathered and are pointing weapons at you, but you give an almost absent flick of your hand and send a wave of sonic impact mixed with electricity towards them, not even bothering to look towards the sound of bones cracking and the gurgling caused by shorted-out brains as you turn and start walking down the hall.\n\n"Lady Fujin, then, I presume."\n\nThat voice does make you stop, and turn around to face Ji Kulao, who's standing with hands tucked into his sleeves, wrinkled face as impassive and bland as if he were attending to his taxes. That makes you smirk, not bothering to put on the same act. "Greetings again, boy."\n\n"... Mm." Whatever reaction he has to reminding you that he was still in his teens when you first met him, he controls it, simply continuing, "It has been some time. I assume you will be leaving?"\n\n"You assume no such thing, we both know I'm here to fight." You quirk your eyebrows slightly. "I know you feel it's valuable to practice your dissembling, but you'll find that once you get over that shaky first millenium, most gods stop bothering when they're not around mortals."\n\n"Very well. The body you are wearing has broken HellKore's rules by fighting and killing outside of the tournament. It is subject to, at the very least, ejection from the island."\n\nYou shake your head. "Sorry, but HellKore's rules define a participant as both <i>body</i> and <i>soul</i>... a stipulation you lobbied to put in, I'll remind you, to allow you to keep fighters here in your sway and fighting for you long after you'd taken their souls. It may be the same flesh and blood, but the soul energy inhabiting it is now so different as to count as another entity. Meaning I'm a mortal on your island after HellKore has been announced... I'm entered to fight by default."\n\nJi Kulao says nothing for a moment... before one corner of his mouth quirks up ever so slightly. "Ah, Lady Fujin... ever the rules lawyer."\n\nThat makes you throw back your head and give a bark of unrestrained laughter. "Of course! And as if you have any stones to throw on that account, even if we gods weren't by nature rules lawyers! You've been operating HellKore largely on playing with the rules for thousands of years now, boy, right down to declaring the prize for winning is immortality, when in fact the prize is 'whatever is in your power to grant'. That last was one of the biggest stipulations of crafting this whole tournament and the concessions and favors you promised to the gods who made it possible... that it was <i>your</i> tournament, with everything after the initial setup provided by <i>you</i>. But since you've unlocked the elixer of immortality, you only have to tell the entrants that it's a potential prize, and let them fill in that it must be <i>the</i> prize waiting for them at the end. So now, the question you want to ask, Ji Kulao," you continue as you saunter toward him, still ignoring your own effective nudity as you approach. "<i>When</i> I win HellKore, and <i>when</i> by the accords you signed you are obligated to give me anything that it is within your power to give..." You slowly lean in, lowering your voice to a whisper, "Will I ask for a deathmatch, allowing you at least some chance of surviving and even defeating the avatar of a god... or will I ask for your life directly?"\n\nWhen you step back his face has gone from merely 'impassive' to a hard, stony mask, his eyes nevertheless not quite able to hide the bitterness he's feeling. He's silent for long enough that you begin to wonder if he's actually thinking it over or just struggling to stomach that you've effectively seized power over him here, in the very heart of his demesnes. But finally he speaks. "Very well then. We shall, as they say, 'skip the small stuff', since I doubt you've any patience for the preliminary process of safeties, yields, and punishments. You will move directly to the high stakes, anything-goes track of HellKore, which will place you on a straight path to the finals. I'm sure that suits us both better."\n\nYou've little doubt he'll try to throw you a few curveballs in the process, but he's right... you don't really have the patience for going through possibly dozens of matches insuring that no one involved dies and everyone gets some sort of reward as long as they properly yield when they're downed. HellKore's 'direct path' is more a straight series of deathmatches (or at least "total defeat" matches), with the winner immediately qualifying for the finals, possibly heading right into the battle against the Champion if the Champion wins their match against the general pool contestant. (Hm... with Mako dead, you wonder who the old man will choose as his champion now?) You nod once. "Acceptable. Then I suppose I'll see you at the matches."\n\n"My lady," he replies dryly, with just a hint of sour, like a wine that's gone a little corked.\n\nWithout another word you turn and march off, heading back to the area for the contestants, ignoring the shocked looks as you pass by various other mortals whose jaws drop a little at the sight of someone just strolling along wearing nothing but a bit of jewelry. Jewelry that you remove once you've gotten to Callista's room, negligently tossing the solid gold antiques to the floor. 'Gold is really more brother's thing,' you think a bit contemptuously as you flop onto the bed. With your power, the mortal body you're using could easily go for months without rest, but no reason to strain it unnecessarily when there's not really anything to do right now. And you doubt Ji Kulao would be so stupid as to try and have you killed in your sleep... even with his own skill at rules lawyering, that would be a hard sell to the gods that oversee HellKore. No, you're safe from physical harm... Ji Kulao's plotting will manifest in some other way. You've little doubt you'll be able to handle it... not necessarily because you're smarter or cannier than him, which is a bit of a toss-up, but because even with being an evil, immortal sorcerer who's thousands of years old, Ji Kulao is still 'mortal' in the nature of his existence. He'll likely expect you to behave more like the mortal heroes you've sent against him over the years, when that is <i>definitely</i> not who you are.\n\nThe next day you rise earlier, eschewing going out to breakfast... it will either be gruel or Ji Kulao's typical 'mystery meat' option, and while you've no real moral compunctions with where it comes from, his cooks are really not particularly good with preparing it. Instead you focus on rifling through Kallista's things searching for something appropriate to wear. You find a pair of black 'UV shield' sleeves that leave your thumbs and fingers bare and don those, as well as finding a pair of black stockings with open toes and heels, and a black thong to go with both. Not quite as shiny as you usually prefer, but it'll do. Hm... are you forgetting something? ... Oh, of course! You need to wear something up top! Obviously!\n\nYou manifest the Thunder Staff and carefully slough off a small amount of the conductive godsilver, forming it into a small pair of liquid metal puddles in your palms. Cupping the front of your breasts, you press against, gasping softly at the sensation of metal piercing flesh and giving a pleasant shiver. Lowering your hands, you admire the pair of rings now piercing your nipples, before picking up the staff and heading out. 'There we go.'\n\nOne of the Fleshslaves approaches you, acting with the faintly mocking obsequiousness that Ji Kulao no doubt imbued him with specifically for this task as he offers to lead you to your first match. You follow him through several pathways and along outdoor stone paths, until you arrive at what must be Ji Kulao's private arena. It's bordering more on being a small coliseum, complete with waiting areas that exit directly into the fighting floor. You settle down on one, sprawling and covering a bored yawn. Part of you feels like you ought to be warming up or at least staying active, but you're sure that's the Callista part... the rest of you knows there's little point, your energy is maintaining this body in a constant state of readiness and cellular near-perfection. When the gate begins to grind open, you rise and step out onto the tightly-packed earth beyond, admittedly enjoying the cheers, and even jeers and leers, of the crowd. A crowd made up of representatives from all of the worlds that participate in HellKore, and no doubt a handful of gods. Ji Kulao himself is in attendance in much the same place a Dark Judge would sit in a normal match, although surrounded by a comfier-looking platform with several of his Fleshslaves attending to him. Across the fighting floor, another gate has opened, what's obviously your opponent stepping out. He's in full armor, all of it gleaming white with gold trim, every piece of it elaborately engraved and exquisitely crafted. His helmet and pauldrons both evoke an obvious owl theme, as does the breastplate which is layered with such delicate filagree that it almost certainly couldn't be the work of mortal artisans. As the two of you come to a stop, he unsheaths his sword and brings its hilt to his chest in a valiant salute to you.\n\n<img src="images/Doomed.jpg">\n\n"The first match, between Lady Fujin of Lightning and Sir Aleksi of the Kept Secret will now begin. <b>Fight</b>!" Ji Kulao bellows, snapping a hand through the air.\n\nSir Aleksi swings his sword out to point at you. "Know this, fair goddess, for though I respect your desire to protect the realm of Earth, I too must fight for my world. I shall not waiver, or lose faith, and though I shall act with all honor and mercy as I can, I-"\n\nAbout that point you raise your staff and charge your power, sending lightning playing over your body and weapon... and jumping between the nipple rings you formed, actually sending just a little bit of an orgasm through you before you unleash the lightning blast. Oh hey neat those <i>were</i> a good idea, you think smugly, your attention more on the pleasant tingling in your breasts than the bolt of electricity hitting the tip of Sir Aleksi's sword and sending the entire something something gigawatts of power surging through Sir Aleksi's body. You're pretty sure his throat seizes up before he has time to scream, because there's just a clattering of metal before he collapses to the ground, the once white armor glowing faintly orange and smoke rising from the gaps in it, primarily the eye holes. Turning to Ji Kulao, you casually ask, "So do I go back in the waiting room or can I watch the other matches from here?"\n\nBlandly, he gestures to the side, a stone gate sliding sideways to reveal a short stairway up into the stands. "Please, by all means, join the audience until your next match."\n\nYou trot over and up the stairs, dropping your effectively bare ass onto the stone bench in the first row next to a slightly startled-looking elephant deity. "Oh, get over it, it was over a thousand years ago," you declare dismissively before leaning forward and folding your arms on the railing.\n\nThe next few fights are, for the most part, just as decisive as yours, if not quite as fast. Perhaps Ji Kulao is trying to placate you, because you're starting to pick up a distinct theme to these matches... vainglorious hero types being thrown up against far more pragmatic and sometimes even outright cruel opponents who have no compunctions about fighting to win, and doing what pleases them. Your own next two matches are against similarly proud, honorable sorts, who declare their intentions and try to go on about why what they're doing is right well after Ji Kulao has declared the fight to have begun, leaving you completely open to just blasting them. You watch again from the stands as Ji Kulao announces the start of a match between a brightly-dressed ninja boy and a beer-bellied orc with his body covered in scars. The boy at least has the sense to instantly launch into the attack... while declaring his attack's name and how it works. Sigh.\n\nThe fight is longer and at least more interesting than any of the other matches have been that day, involving a lot more trading of strikes and actual dodging. But the teenage ninja's apparent need to shout his attack names catches up with him eventually... the orc may look blatantly brutish, but he's also clearly a survivor, and forewarning him of an attack he's seen before is all he needs to win the day. He eventually strikes the boy to the ground hard enough that it stuns him... and proceeds to reach down and rip off his bright day-glo green pants, his limp cock and balls giving a bit of a jiggle as they're freed so abruptly. The ninja tries to struggle as the orc picks him up, but between the earlier impact and the shock of his opponent's attempt doesn't manage to escape before the orc's much larger, stronger arms have put him in a full nelson, big hands behind the boy's head and arms pinning the ninja's limbs to his sides. The orc's massive cock has already reared free of his loincloth, and the larger fighter wastes no time in both thrusting his hips up and shoving the boy town, spearing the teen's ass on his cock. The crowd jeers and hoots as the ninja is violated, his face flushing and body struggling, until eventually his attempts to get free cease. His eyes roll up and his tongue lolls out, and the crowd's jeering goes louder as his previously limp and flopping cock starts to harden. Soon it's bouncing stiffly in the air as he's worked over the orc's dick like a masturbation sleeve, and the orc gives a howl of victory as he shoves his hips up, the boy's belly bulging slightly with the size of the load being poured into it as his own much smaller load spurts through the air.\n\n"Victory goes to Grumgur," Ji Kulao declares, the orc grunting and pausing for a moment to toss the fucked-senseless ninja boy into the stands like he was a commemorative T-shirt. He waits until the orc has retreated back through the gate he came out of, before turning to look to you. "Will Lady Fujin take the field again, please?"\n\nAgain? You suppress a sigh, rising to your feet and padding back down the stairs, bare tits jiggling and silver nipple rings catching the late afternoon sun. Admittedly it was fairly therapeutic zapping exactly the sort of nonsensically heroic fighter you've been getting disappointed by for awhile now the first time, and maybe the second time, but now it's just starting to get dull, and you were kind of hoping for more fight ends like that last one. That one was pretty good, you admit, glancing towards where a couple of audience members are spitroasting the broken and compliant former ninja even now.\n\n"The next match will be between Lady Fujin and Cameron Pirfect of Earth," Ji Kulao announces, the faint ghost of a smile playing around his lips.\n\nAh, that's his game, you think, suppressing an eyeroll as the gate across from you grinds up. The girl who steps out is about the same age as the ninja from the last round, seventeen or so, with strawberry blonde hair and green eyes. She's wearing a brilliantly blue top that hugs up against her smallish, pert breasts and bares her flat stomach, and snow camo pattern military-style pants with black boots. You see her eyes widen and her cheeks color at the sight of what you're wearing (or more likely how little), but she doesn't falter, coming to a stop a bit away. Looks like she didn't actually hear your name from the waiting area, or she'd be reacting more. You toss a glance at Ji Kulao, who's still just smiling serenely, apparently not interested in starting the match immediately. So you look back to the girl and grin a bit yourself. "Well, if it isn't Little Miss Perfect, the adventuring school council president. I guess you decided to come fight after all, even if you refused to fight my way."\n\nThat makes her blink in shock... and actually jerk back a bit as she finally looks you in the eyes. "Fujin?! That's... you're here fighting too?!"\n\n"That's right." Cameron Pirfect was one of the Earth's promising fighters... fine, call them 'heroes' if you like... that you attempted to recruit for this generation's HellKore. But like most of the rest that you saw any real promise in, her head was full of modern ideas of what a hero is and should be like, and refused you on the grounds of principle. 'Fucking Paris, I could have solved this ages ago if Achilles hadn't died before that generation's HellKore.' "Still clinging on to your foolish ideas of nobility?"\n\n"I'm not going to kill anyone, if that's what you mean," Cameron answers, eyes narrowing. "I believed you about how serious this was, though. I promise that I'll win this the <i>right</i> way, and demand an end to HellKore as my prize! Even if it means fighting a god... or whatever you are right now!" she adds, settling into a ready stance.\n\n"Close enough to make no nevermind to you," you assert, settling into a much looser stance with your staff angled down at your side.\n\n"<b>Fight!</b>" Ji Kulao bellows.\n\nCameron instantly darts forward, but in a curving arc that takes her towards your side without the weapon, half-leaping into a kick at your side, and quickly pivoting to swing her leg back and away when you move to block with the staff. Oh, yes, she's smart, and she's fast too, evading the blast of lightning you aim at her with a roll and staying on the move, looking for openings. No shouting attacks, no stopping to plead with you, she's just fighting... you've little doubt if you tried to quip with her she'd be delighted to do so back, but without you giving the opening first she's just as silent and focused on the fight as you are. 'Damn, you could have won this for me! Why do you have to be <i>like this</i>?!' you think with a mingling of pain and anger.\n\nYou've little doubt that the pain was Ji Kulao's intention. He almost certainly knows which fighters you visited trying to rally them to your cause, only to be either rebuffed on principle or dismissed as a kook. Cameron was probably one of the top contenders for winning HellKore if she'd listened to you and been willing to do whatever it took to win, and indeed might actually have been capable enough of learning as she went to win even while refusing to kill... she's obviously been training heavily since you approached her and seems to have picked up a few non-Earth techniques already. No doubt his hope for the fight was for either you to be so overcome by remorse at having to fight one of the heroes you placed your hope in that you'd allow her to win, or that you'd take her out... either way eliminating one of the biggest threats to HellKore's continued existence. Well, one of those was well-planned... the other, if he really thought that, was moronic.\n\nCameron has clearly understood that she shouldn't go toe-to-toe with you, but also that she'd never win by playing purely defensively. So you gradually work on letting yourself open up, until there's a gap in your defenses at the front that she darts at you head-on hoping to exploit. But rather than attempting to swing your staff down on her from the raised position you had, you just... drop it. Cameron jerks back a bit reflexively at it coming straight at her, hands snapping up to catch it partly to keep it from hitting her arms and partly in hope of gaining a weapon. You left just enough charge in it that she yelps lightly and jerks backwards, hands flinging upward as she releases it... and putting her own front wide-open, allowing you to step in and slam a palm against her stomach, imbuing the strike with enough of a jolt to finish the fight without actually finishing her. She's flung backwards, hitting the ground and rolling, flopping onto her back with little crackles of electricity briefly playing over her, a faint red hand mark showing on her bare belly.\n\nYou toss an annoyed glance at Ji Kulao, but he just stares back placidly... and silent. Right... this isn't a 'standard' HellKore match, Cameron being obviously defeated won't trigger any calls for her to yield. The fight's not over until either someone's dead or the obvious victor declares it finished. You turn your iridescent gaze back to Cameron, a strange tumble of emotions and thoughts on how to finish this running through you, ranging from 'sorrowful mortal' to 'angry deity'.\n\n<hr>\n[[Mercy.|HellKore]]\n\n[[Humiliation.|HellKore]]\n\n[[Dominance.|HellKore]]\n\n[[Wrath.|HellKore]]

Well, the mortal you were made from was something of a gacha addict. "Let's take a gamble on the two of you," you coo, flicking your fingers to send them towards the Meat Forge.\n\nJack screams again as the tentacles seize him, the magical bonds disappearing as he's quickly, efficiently stripped by the otherwise chaotically writhing and twitching tendrils. Without further ado he's stuffed into that quivering, goo-dripping megasnatch, the enormous, fat lips pressing and rubbing around his writhing naked body as he's gradually but smoothly sucked inside. Kevin breaks his shocked silence with a cry of his own as the tendrils start stripping him naked as well as Jack's sliding into the quivering, monstrous pussy up to his ankles. "Wait, no! Cyan, please, don't!"\n\n"Hush now, maybe you'll turn into something lovely!" you say mock-soothingly, before grinning. "Or you'll be some pathetic, mindless servitor demon. The equivalent of a one star on a ten-pull with premium currency. Try not to be that big of a disappointment though, huh?"\n\nPerhaps you've confused him by your odd comparison, because he's distracted enough staring at you that he doesn't notice that it's his turn until he's abruptly shoved forward. The tentacles help stuff and push him inside, more slime dripping over his body as the Forge's vaginal entrance cums around his squirming, writhing form repeatedly, coating him in its thick, hot slime and making it all the easier for him to slip inside. Soon he too disappears, the Meat Engine trembling and pulsating as it works its strange processes on the pair of mortals inside it. Soon each boy slides into one of the bubbling green gestation tank tits, tightly curled up in the fetal position and apparently asleep, simply drifting slowly and unmoving. \n\nThis won't be particularly exciting, so you snag the magic book you were summoned from and settle in to read it, letting your cock and balls shrink and fade away, your pussy now somewhat visible through the open and spread fly of your battered, soaked jeans. Every so often you glance up just to check on the process, and how close the eggs are getting.\n\nOver the next few hours, both boys hug their legs closer to themselves, balling up tightly as a layer of the green liquid thickens over their skins, surrounding them. Bit by bit they grow smaller and smaller as the solidified green goo presses them in tighter and becomes more opaque, blotting out more of their form. Eventually the milky green eggs are almost opaque, showing only faint, dark outlines down in the center. Dark, shiny black begins to creep over the surface of them, spreading out and thickening, until eventually the entire surface is covered. The eggs drift down toward the nipple-apertures, popping out of them neatly and dropping to the floor with a <i>clink</i> like sturdy ceramic, wobbling lightly as you set your book aside and walk over to pick one up. It's a bit larger than your head, completely black but with faint, flickering colored lines constantly moving just below the glossy surface. They're actually quite lovely, you decide, showing off the vast potential they hold. \n\nHm, now, what to do with them, you muse as you walk over to pick up the other one as well, holding them lightly cradled against the sides of your bare tits. Devil Eggs are guesswork as to how fast they hatch... it could be a few more hours, it could be a century. If it winds up being the latter, obviously it would be better to [[set them aside|GGHH]] somewhere out of the way with an alert spell on them to let you know when they hatch. Less likelihood of them generating anything good, you suppose, but the least work. You could [[gestate them yourself|GGHH]]... obviously it would draw on your own energy and require you to keep them inside of you (thus a bit of physical exertion), but the chances of producing something amazing would be much higher. You could also split the difference and [[use some mortals|GGHH]] to gestate the eggs, you suppose.

You have a vague hint of being moved around and a source of warmth departing, but since your mind doesn't really detect anything hostile you easily slip back to sleep, still surrounded by the scent of your bed partner. When you awake properly, there's a bit of light coming in through the folds of the tent, and the faint sound of birds chirping. (Ugh, you are getting sick of waking up to that, even if you are from the suburbs.) Rolling over a bit, you rub at your eyes and glance around... you have the tent to yourself, as expected. Finding your top and loincloth, you manage to get both back on relatively easily, then crawl out of the tent.\n\n"Morning," Vera greets warmly from where she's once again cooking thick slices of bacon at the fire.\n\nThe other two are already up as well, and give their own greetings, though you notice Zara smirking a bit at you. Ah, she must have been the one to wake Vera. You can't tell if she's mentioned anything to Drake, though from his deliberately neutral expression you can take a guess. Still, no one seems upset, so you yawn, covering your mouth with the hand not holding your staff, and answer, "Morning."\n\n"Could you go get us a bucket of water?" Vera asks easily enough, nodding to the bucket beside her. "We'll make some coffee, and once we've eaten we can break down camp and be on our way."\n\nYou nod, satisfied enough to do that bit of a chore, and helping with the camp breakdown afterwards. Once everything's packed up, the horses are saddled, and Vera offers to let you ride with her, since you're light enough not to overburden her mount. You notice Drake giving the two of you a glance as you settle against Vera's back and slip your arms around her middle, but that's it as the four of you set off, Zara trotting along on foot but keeping up with the relatively easy pace just fine. There's pleasant enough chat intermingled with companionable silence as you go along... if there's any upset about the party knowing you spent the night, at the very least, naked in Vera's tent, then no one's showing it.\n\n"So where are we going?" you ask eventually, after one bout of no one talking. Plus, while no one's made it explicit, you feel pretty well a part of the group now, so you may as well have some clue as to your current goal.\n\n"We're heading to Klifst," Vera answers, glancing over her shoulder at you. "It's another day or so away, if we press it a little tomorrow."\n\n"We'll sell some of the things from our last venture, resupply, and look for new jobs," Drake adds, grinning. "Maybe with a day or two to play around too."\n\n"Bah, cities are more interesting than walking through the woods, but once I've had my fill of drink and found a half-decent tumble there's no point to staying," Zara says with an annoyed grunt. "So don't get too attached to playing around, boy. Folk in these lands are always looking for someone to kill what they're incapable of killing themselves, or just won't bother themselves to. We'll find work fast enough, and we should be about it!"\n\nAh, so they're between adventures now. Well, that's good, you'll be able to get in on the ground floor of the next one. Heh, it really does feel like you've joined a campaign already in progress with a new character... though this one is definitely more in-depth, you think as you lean forward and deliberately press your breasts a little more firmly to Vera's back, feeling her warm a little and the scent of her arousal flitting faintly to your nose through the layers of leather and cloth.\n\nAs evening properly sets in the group finds a spot a bit from the trail they'd been using to pull off and make camp, with you assisting here and there, though part of your brain complains that it wants to laze around being pampered, not doing grunt work. (Well, you are part cat... demon.) Drake takes a turn at cooking, making a sort of thin stew with dried meat and some spices from one of his bags. As it's done and the night settles in properly, he clears his throat. "So Zara's on first tonight. Cyan, did you want to take her tent, or-"\n\nBefore Drake can continue, or you can interject, Vera picks up smoothly with, "Cyan can stay in my tent with me, if she likes." As casual as you please, she stands up and leans over to you, kissing one of the stripes on your cheek. "Come in when and if you're ready." Then she turns and walks to her tent, all three of you looking after her.\n\n"So ah... it's like that?" Drake asks as he looks back at you, then oofs as Zara pokes the side of his head firmly with a finger. "What?!"\n\n"It's their business, boy, what do you care?"\n\n"I'm not trying to interfere!" he protests, frowning a little as he glances back and forth between the two of you. "It's not like it's the first time she's had a lover. She's just never had one that was, you know... also sticking around with us." He looks at you, obviously doing his best not to sound accusatory as he says, "She's my friend, am I not allowed to worry about her getting hurt?"\n\n"You are," you reply gently, since he seems sincere. "And right now we're just casually together, as far as I understand. I've no intention of hurting her, and I'll try to avoid it. So far we're both doing our best to be adults about it. Okay?"\n\n"Yeah. Sorry," he adds, sighing.\n\n"You don't have to be sorry, you're allowed to be concerned about your friend without being some kind of jealous ogre."\n\n"If you're done talking, go join your lover, kitty," Zara says, making a shooing motion with one big hand. "Don't let Vera get cold, or her loins either."\n\nSnorting a bit at the big woman's directness, you nevertheless get up and head for Vera's tent, settling down and crawling in. You find the fighter already naked, though just finishing setting her panties aside in the small pile of clothing. She smiles at you as you approach, leaning in and giving you a soft kiss on the lips as her hands move to start undoing your chest band. "Hi there."\n\n"Hi," you almost literally purr as she leans forward to undo your loincloth as well, her naked body rubbing against yours. Tonight you scoot around to peel out of your leggings as well, Vera helping tug them off and setting them on your own, rather smaller clothing pile.\n\n<hr>\n[[Let's get to it!|GGTief]]\n\n[[Let's talk a little first.|GGTief3x4]]

"Actually, we'd better start getting ready for the party," you note, glancing at a clock. "I did buy the costume so that I could go, after all. I'll make any decisions about becoming a witchy-er witch later."\n\n"Oooo, a party!" Zane coos, stepping in and rubbing his head at your side, making you blush a bit as he winds up bumping his head against your boob. "Sounds fun, I wanna go nya!"\n\n"A-ah, of course, Zane, but can you... you can turn back into a cat, right?"\n\n"Of course! It's super easy!" Indeed, there's a puff of purple smoke, and the cute teenage boy that had been at your side is replaced by the cute young cat you walked out of the store with. He leaps up towards you and you catch him mostly by reflex... at least a cat rubbing its head against your chest is less embarrassing. "Just like it's easy to make it so that only you can hear me talking! To everyone else it will just sound like 'meow', nya."\n\n"Well that's handy," you coo, smiling and scritching at his ears. "Well, come on then, I need to get some things ready, and then by the time I get dressed it will be after dark and time to go."\n\nYou bustle about the house getting prepared, and eventually return to your bedroom to change. You are indeed a little embarrassed to get naked in front of Zane, especially knowing that he's not exactly the average cat... but you resolve yourself, since he is your familiar and all. Still, those purple eyes watching you intently as you slip out of your jeans and sweater, and then peel your underwear down over your full round ass, and free your jiggling tits from your bra, all of it feels rather... wicked. Especially since those eyes are intent and following you, your new cat apparently quite focused on taking in the sight of your naked body. But being at least a little wicked... maybe it's the fact you're going to be a witch, but it feels good. And maybe that's why you close your underwear drawer without getting anything out of it.\n\nInstead you unzip the garment bag and pull out its contents. The main part of it is a black dress, about what you'd expect of a witch costume, thin black material with wide sleeves. This version, however, has a long skirt instead of a more robelike lower half... one that's slit way, way up the sides. Pulling it on over your head and tugging it into place, it hugs up against your chest and provides a very generous amount of cleavage while still offering something in the way of support, keeping your boobs lifted up and presented. The slits up the sides bare a fair amount of your legs and hips all the way up to the waist, making you feel even more daring about going commando, since it will be rather obvious to anyone who sees just how much of your hips are showing that you are. There's a purple corset to go with the dress, obviously not designed for full compression, but winding it around your middle does emphasize your figure nicely, and break up the expanse of black with a nice dark, witchy color. For accessories there are several necklaces decorated with numerous charms of bats, cats, frogs, and other witchy, Halloween-y things, clinking together energetically once they're all on, and bouncing a little on your chest every time you move to help highlight the unrestrained nature of your breasts. You clip on the choker with its little cat-head symbol (small purple jewels for eyes), slip on a pair of black flats, and for the finishing touch open up the hatbox and give the hat a shake, popping the conical part of the hat out to its full extension before placing it on your head.\n\n"How do I look?" you ask, winking at Zane and striking a bit of a pose with one bare hip outthrust. \n\n"Aaaah, Myistress, can we do some naughty things before we go to the party?" the cat whines in return, rolling partway onto his back and batting his paws in the air. "You look soooo good!"\n\nBlushing some, you clear your throat. Knowing how cute he is as a boy, you're certainly tempted, but instead you say, "Maybe after the party. It's rude to be late, and whatever sort of witch I decide to be, it won't be a rude one."\n\n"That's good sense, nya," Zane admits as you walk over, waiting for him to leap up onto your shoulder. "Don't forget your wand, Myistress!"\n\n"Hm?" Blinking, you walk back to the garment bag and poke around in it, finally finding the small pouch with a slender length of wood in it. You flick it through the air a few times, staring as it leaves faint trails of purple light in its wake. "Oh, very nice!" Smiling at the realization that you're certainly going to have one of the best costumes at the party... or at least the most accurate... you head out of the room and down the stairs, your boobs jiggling with every step you descend. Snagging the bag with your party gifts in it, you heft it onto the shoulder Zane's not riding and step out.\n\nNight has fallen as you exit the house, or at least very late evening, the street lamps and various decorations aglow. You turn to lock the door, then head for your car, pausing as you hear a whoop of laughter from further down the street. Stopping at the car door, you peer down, and spot a clump of uncostumed teenagers lurking near a corner, off the sidewalk and in the grass to avoid any passing groups of parents and trick-or-treaters... and probably to avoid the illumination of the street lamps. They all look like they're snickering and jeering at each other, shoving one another about, while several garbage bags rest nearby. "Those boys," you grumble.\n\n"Hm? Hooligans, Myistress?" Zane asks, leaning up high and to the side on your shoulder to take a look as well.\n\n"That's a good word for it. They're from a few neighborhoods over as far as anyone knows, but they like to come here and commit their vandalism and mischief. I bet those bags are full to the brim with toilet paper rolls and crates of eggs." You sigh a little and shake your head. "Knowing them, they'll take my not being here as an excuse to steal all the candy I left out and then egg the door double what they'd usually do."\n\n"Nyoho, but punishing naughty children is one of the things witches are good at, Myistress," Zane asserts, purple eyes sparkling as he looks at you. "Let's get 'em!"\n\n<hr>\n[[Yeah, get 'em!|HollyWitch1x5]]\n\n[[No, that's too far.|HollyWitch2x1]]

"... We just want our normal lives back," you say after a moment, sighing.\n\n"Yes. If we have to... agree to your demands to let us be your test subjects, then so be it," your mother murmurs, finagling her cock back into her panties, reminding you that you should do the same.\n\n"Now now, it's not about my 'demands'. Like I told you, the antidote isn't quite ready yet, thus the experimentation." Tandy smirks, flipping her own skirt back into place once the two of you are tucked away. "The demand will come once it's ready, and I'll decide what it is then. Might depend on just how good of a test subject you two have been. Alright, give me a few moments to turn things over to my assistant, then we'll head to my remote lab. Some of these experiments can necessitate some breathing room."\n\nTrading a worried glance with your mother, the two of you nevertheles wait as Tandy gives some instructions to the bland-faced woman who emerges from the back room at a call of "Mandy!" Then she shows you around to the side of the building, to a branded delivery van. "Now, you'd best call your husband and come up with some sort of excuse," the blonde tells your mother as she gestures the two of you into the back like inventory that can load itself. "This isn't going to be a quick afternoon of sipping sugary drinks."\n\n"... Right," your mother murmurs, settling into the corner of the van and pulling out her phone as Tandy closes the doors behind the two of you. You settle down across from her, listening as she spins a yarn about a relative who suddenly became horribly ill and how she's taking you with her to help out. Tandy's already driving along by the time she hangs up, your mother glancing up at the front of the van before leaning forward and whispering, "I don't like this."\n\n"I'm not exactly dancing in the street over it either, yanno," you whisper back, frowning towards the front seat, before looking back at your mother and shrugging helplessly. "But what choice do we have? Even if we assume she's lying about not having an antidote ready, how do we make someone like her give it to us? If we want to go back to being the normal us, we've kind of got to do this."\n\n"I know, I know." Your mother sighs as she sits back, closing her eyes, then peeking one open at you. "You had to buy candy, you couldn't have gone for coffee?"\n\n"You gripe at me when I get coffee."\n\n"<i>Too much</i> coffee!"\n\n"That's not even enough coffee!"\n\n"Hey I will turn this van around and then no one will get their pussies back!" Tandy calls over her shoulder, prompting the two of you to settle into slightly sullen silence.\n\nIt's quite a long drive, but eventually Tandy pulls the van to a stop and gets out, coming around back to open the doors. You squint slightly against the sunlight as you scoot to the edge of the van and hop out, your mother doing much the same. You seem to be pretty much in the middle of nowhere, nothing visible but trees and a few low mountains in the distance. There's a squat, multi-level cement block building nearby, apparently built atop a hill looking out over the forest, and a packed dirt road leading to it.\n\n"The extra special candy lair! You should feel privileged to get to see it!" Tandy chirps as she leads the way to the doorway, fiddling with a ring of keys before unlocking the door and ushering you in. Inside is a large, open space that looks somewhere between 'warehouse' and 'mad scientist's lab', with worktables and various pieces of equipment up against the walls, and crates and bins in other parts, some of them open to display their contents, some of which seem to be bottles and boxes, others already full of candy. "Now, the two of you may as well take your clothes off and leave them in there until it's time to leave," Tandy explains, waving in the general direction of a bin beside the door. At your and your mother's obvious hesitation, she smirks. "Well leave them on if you like, but just realize that cocks aren't the only things that my candies can make grow, or alter about your bodies. Leave 'em on now and you might go home naked."\n\nIn the face of that, both of you rather shamefacedly undress just inside the doorway, tossing your clothing and other personal items in the empty plastic container. Soon you and your mother are once more following Tandy over towards a table close to the large, open center area of the floor, the bright white tube lighting above lending everything vaguely surreal. "Alright, now!" she chirps, placing her hands on the edge of a table with rows of candy roughly grouped together on it. "The first part of what I need to do to complete the antidote is to intensify some of the effects I already know how to do. The problem is that so far, most of my attempts have just led to the effects being bigger and more powerful."\n\n"Isn't that the same thing?" you ask with a frown.\n\nTandy opens her mouth, but it's your nude mother who sighs and says, "No, intensity is focused and contained but evocative. Powerful is larger and more attention-getting."\n\n"Very gooood!" Tandy chirps, clapping politely. "From the phrasing, I'm guessing you're an art major, Mrs. Accidental Futa?"\n\nYour mother sighs. "Jocasta."\n\n"Cyan," you add in a mutter.\n\n"Oh definitely an art major then. But you're right, I need to be able to make the effects intense but contained, not let them go running off like a runaway train. In any event! ... Hm." She puts a fingertip to the corner of her mouth and glances down at the table. "Really I suppose only one of you has to be a guinea pig. At a time, at least. If one of you wants to sit it out and watch, the other can partake. If that's what you want."\n\n<hr>\n[[Volunteer.|GGCandy]]\n\n[[Stay silent.|GGCandy]]\n\n[[You both should.|GGCandy12x2]]

You swallow hard, doing another glance around the hallway. Then you slip the phone back into your purse and set it down beside you, before stepping out of your heels and nudging them to the side with it.\n\nYou undo the clasp of your skirt, your fingers still shaking a bit, and slide it down, bending over to step out of it and flashing your mostly uncovered ass and pretty purple panties to the hallway. Of course they get revealed anyway as you quickly unbutton your blouse and work your shoulders out of it, your huge breasts wobbling gently inside the support of the bra. You want to hesitate, to reconsider, but now that you've started every moment you don't obey just leaves you standing here almost naked in the public hallway. \n\nSo obviously you have to get entirely naked in the hallway. Reaching back, you undo the bra, your breasts settling more heavily, nipples jutting stiff and thick as they're bared to the heavily air-conditioned hallway air. Swallowing, you push your panties down as well... they're not nearly as soaked as your previous pair was, but there's still a visible damp spot on the crotch as you slide them down and set them down, quickly gathering up everything and holding it against your chest as you knock again.\n\nYou twitch a bit as your text tone goes off again, quickly rummaging for your phone and looking at the message.\n\n'fold your clothes like a good girl'\n\n"Salliiiiiiiiiii," you whine softly aloud, squirming naked in place. And yet, you quickly obey, setting everything back down and then quickly folding your blouse, skirt, and bra, setting the panties in order on top of the stack. For good measure, hoping to please your apparently somewhat sadistic friend, you quickly take a picture of the stack and send it to her. Almost immediately you hear the click of the lock, and quickly grab up your things and hurry through the door as it's pulled open by Salli, who's just as naked as you are.\n\nBefore you can give Salli a piece of your mind for how far she's taken it, her hands have moved to your head and are gently petting and rubbing along your scalp and the line of your jaw as she coos, "Good girrrrl, who's a good girrrrl, who's my brave sexy girl?" in that sugary, accented drawl. It should be absolutely insulting to be talked to like a dog after what she just put you through, and yet you find your arms going slack, dropping your purse and folded clothes to the floor as you lean into her petting.\n\nIn fact you're completely unresisting and uncomplaining as she leads you over to the couch and sits down, though her hands gently urge you to settle to your knees on the floor in front of her instead, sitting back on your heels. She already has the collar sitting out on the table waiting, along with a few other things, but your focus is on the band of hot purple leather as she picks it up and starts to slide it around your neck, the cream-colored fur tickling your skin. 'Oh god,' you think in a mixture of despair and adoration as you feel her tightening the collar around your neck. 'Oh god, I'll do absolutely anything she says,' you think in that same tone as she clips the leash to the front of your collar.\n\n"There we go," Salli purrs, stroking a hand over your head. Then she reaches to pick something else up off the table, making you swallow as you realize what it is. A hot purple leather mask... one in a sort of cowl form factor, designed to cover the top of your head, upper face, and nose, leaving your lower face and eyes uncovered. It's made up of multiple pieces, with slightly different colors, but it's obvious what it's meant to be... a dog. Complete with ears on top, and the short impression of a muzzle complete with black nosepad, albeit short enough that it's not going to block access to your mouth. Any part of you that wants to protest stays firmly silent in your mind as you obediently stay still, allowing Salli to gather your hair up and pull it through a hole in the back of the mask that essentially forces it into a ponytail, before fitting the rest of it over your head, clipping it closed below your chin.\n\nThen, without another word, she leans back on the couch and spreads her legs, drawing you in towards her pussy by the leash. And despite all your years of heterosexuality, despite never having looked at another woman sexually before, you're a good, obedient girl and start licking your owner's pussy without hesitation, lapping your tongue against her soft, wet, smooth folds. Salli smiles and mmms softly, giving you a gentle tug with the leash to pull you just a bit closer and get your mouth really up against her cunt, your tongue working inside her, dutifully trying to pleasure her.\n\n"There's a good girl," Salli murmurs, resting the hand not holding your leash atop your masked head and rubbing gently, not trying to guide your head, just rewarding you for being a good puppy. You've never given cunnilingus before, but you must have some talent for it to judge by the happy noises Salli makes as you lick her inner walls and suckle her pussylips, occasionally giving her clit firm licks and flicks with your tongue. "Y'know how some people have a little cocktail before going out to drink for the night?" she murmurs as she watches you. "This's something like that. Gotta have a bit of pre-degeneracy fuckin', obviously."\n\nYou soon learn what she means, since after you've tongued her to several orgasms Salli stands and leads you into the bedroom, the leash jangling melodically against the ring of your collar as you follow after her on all fours, your huge tits swaying underneath you and your big round ass shaking in the air. "Up! Up girl!" she coos, patting the bed, and doing your best to give a bit of a jump you get up onto the bed on all fours, Salli reaching out to transfer the clip of the leash from the front heart-ring of your collar to the back one. You stare out from the confines of the mask, your pussy twitching in excitement as you watch Salli draw out and fasten on a long, thick pink strapon, stroking it as she clambers up onto the bed on her knees as well.\n\nMoments later you're getting the good, hard fucking you've been craving for weeks now, you just never expected to be getting it from another woman, or for that woman to be your best friend. Salli grips your hips and pounds away at you fast and hard, making your tits sway and jiggle beneath you and her own fat udders bounce, the impact of her round hips on your big ass sending tremors through it. Your pussy gushes around the gleaming pink of the mock-cock, your eyes rolling as you let out the lewdest moans of your life. Salli raises one of her hands, pulling on the leash to make you haul your head back, reminding you that you're her dog.\n\n"Good girl, but such a naughty bitch in heat," she pants as she drives that pink phallus into your pulsing pussy. "Bark for me! Bark!" she adds, giving your ass a slap with her other hand.\n\n"Arf!" you yip out, eyes rolling a bit. "Arf, arf!" you continue to bark, doing your best even as you start rocking back against her, increasing the impact of her hips on your ass, trying to get that pink latex prick even deeper into your naughty-bitch-in-heat cunt.\n\nWhen you cum, the part of your mind that isn't completely overcome with pleasure has to admit that it's a more powerful orgasm than you ever had with your husband, your pussy actually gushing a little all over Salli's strapon. You breathe hard, shivering as Salli leans forward, her huge breasts pillowing against your back as she reaches around to stroke and squeeze your own, the leather of the leash grip she's still holding brushing against your skin.\n\n"Mm... see? Get a little loosened-up before we go out, in more ways than one," Salli says with a soft giggle, and you can feel the small shift in the mask as she places a kiss against one of the leather ears. "You ready to hit the club now, girl?"\n\n<hr>\n[[Absolutely.|Marei]]\n\n[[You'd rather stay in.|Marei]]

"I... I think a leash would be best," you manage after a moment.\n\n"Oh? Really?" Salli's eyes sparkle in a way that part of you says is dangerous. Nevertheless, you find the next words spilling out of your mouth.\n\n"Yes. I want you to be in charge."\n\n"Mm. Alright then," Salli purrs, then turns and accepts the collar from the employee as she returns. She then heads directly for a rack of different leashes, leaving you squirming a bit in place as you watch her peruse them. This time there's no hint of her asking your opinion as she selects a silver-gilt chain leash with a leather loop handle that almost perfectly matches the collar of the collar. Then she turns and heads towards another section of the store.\n\n"W-... what are we getting now?" you ask as you nevertheless follow her, not realizing you've fallen into a rather 'heel' position behind and to one side of her.\n\n"Well you're afraid of gettin' recognized, ain't'cha sug?" Salli chirps as she walks into a section filled with all kinds of masks. "Figure I'll get you one of these! ... Hm, it should be a surprise, tho," she adds thoughtfully, before giving you a small 'shoo' motion. "Go wait by the door for me!"\n\nYou open and close your mouth several times at the audacity... then, before you really realize it, you find you've gone to wait by the door for her. 'What is happening to me?' you think, even as you tremble in excitement, feeling your panties clinging against you and rubbing with every slight movement from how wet you are.\n\nSalli soon returns with an opaque, shiny black bag without any branding, cheerfully taking you by the hand again and just strolling out of the store as if the two of you were schoolgirls going home after class. Once back in her car, as she drives she says, "Now, once you get home, I want you to tell Ken that you and me are gonna be out until at least sometime tomorrow," she says, in a tone that says she's informing you of the facts rather than making a suggestion. "Just say 'girl's night' or whatever. Then I want you to get showered, cleaned up, and be at my door at nine. Understood?"\n\n'Just who the hell do you think you are, Salli?' you think. "Yes, Salli," you say aloud.\n\nYou drive home in a bit of a daze, acting on autopilot. You do tell Ken exactly that as you come in... that you only came home to shower and change clothes, and that you and Aunt Salli will be having a 'girl's night' that might last until sometime tomorrow. You choose to interpret his obvious delight at being handed money for delivery food and the information that he'll be home alone overnight as being happy for you having a social life, though you quickly find your mind focused back on the impending night of... of... you're really not sure what's going to happen, but as you find yourself literally peeling your panties off of your pussy, thick strands of arousal connecting your puffed-up lips and the soaked fabric, it's clear that you're looking forward to it, whatever other mixed emotions you have. \n\nSeveral times during your shower, you find your hands wandering over your body, which feels far more sensitive and reactive than usual, even after weeks of living in a state of shameful arousal. Or maybe that's why... finally on the verge of giving in to some wicked impulse (even if it's not the wicked impulse that's been hovering over your head for those weeks), your body is eager for release, for... ... submission. And yet every time your fingers brush your nipples or start to find purchase against your clit, you find yourself drawing your hands away, some faint, half-formed impression of wanting to wait keeping you from seeking release just yet.\n\n... Or maybe it's that you haven't been given permission.\n\nYou spend the next few hours preparing to go out, albeit admittedly in the back of your mind you're preparing yourself to be pretty and sensual on the end of Salli's leash. You brush out your hair thoroughly until it gleams, first of all, which admittedly helps eat up a fair bit of time, as does giving your legs... and your pussy... a nice fresh shave to leave both baby smooth. You then rub some of your favorite high-end lotion, scented of sakura blossoms, into your skin. Normally you only use it on your face, to give it a healthy glow, but again before you know it you find you're working it over your entire body, hands stroking and rubbing over your massive breasts until they too gleam softly in the light with a slightly rosy tint, your lotion-slickened hands sliding across the full roundure of your ass until it somehow feels higher and firmer than before just from that, rubbing them across the long curves of your legs, and even into the mound of your pussy, further working yourself up but not actually enough to bring any real pleasure, certainly not relief. You catch yourself considering calling Ken in to rub the lotion into your back (and possibly reward him afterward), then blush and simply use a long-handled brush with a soft, rounded side that you have for such things.\n\nEven though you realize you probably won't be wearing them for long, you similarly can't help but pick out one of your favorite, sexiest sets of lingerie, a lacy purple bra and matching satin thong. Over that you don a simple white blouse and black miniskirt, and after some minutes of looking in the mirror assuring yourself that you don't have 'I'm going to a sex club' written on your face, you go to say goodnight to Ken and go back to Salli's.\n\nYou arrive at her apartment door almost exactly at 9:00, and certainly not a moment after. You knock on her door, waiting, but there's no response. Frowning and glancing up and down the empty hallway, you knock again, somehow feeling mildly exposed out here. Of course, that's nothing to when you hear the ping of your text message tone and draw your phone out to check it, seeing that the text is from Salli.\n\n'strip'\n\nYou blink, your jaw going a little slack, before you text back with shaking fingers, 'ooiut hree?!'\n\n'yes' comes the reply, with a string of heart emojis attached.\n\n<hr>\n[[Do it.|Marei17x8]]\n\n[[No, it's too far.|Marei]]

"I... I really like how it looks," you admit, nodding.\n\n"Good. Let's just make sure it'll fit," Salli says brightly, undoing the collar and, without a hint of hesitation or shame, sliding it around your neck. You shiver a little at the feel of the fur brushing against you, hugging around your neck and throat as Salli slips the strap through the buckle and draws it snug. You find yourself actually biting back a whimper as she slides two fingers beneath it and runs them along the side of your neck, warm and confident, checking the fit on you just like she would a dog. "Yeah, that'll do just fi~ne," she purrs as she slips her fingers out, and starts to undo the collar again.\n\nTrying to ignore the faint sense of disappointment as the collar is removed (and the fresh dampness of your panties), you keep quiet as one of the heretofore unobtrusive and practically unseen shop employees emerges and then disappears into the back room to retrieve the collar in Salli's requested color. But while she's gone, Salli turns to you and smiles. "So... what's the plan for it?"\n\n"Plan?" you echo, your head still a bit foggy.\n\n"Well, if it's a collar, and we're going together, I guess that makes me your owner, hm?" Salli says with a wink, making you blush again. "So if you want to get a tag for it, that's saying that they have to ask you what they want to do first, and I at least have to be around watching, if not participating. Or you could go leashed... which means they'd be asking me what they're allowed to do to you, and I'd be deciding."\n\nWhile you're trying to control the strange feeling of excitement and desire you really didn't expect to be feeling at that idea, Salli shrugs, her own large breasts wobbling a little as she adds serenely, "'Course, maybe you mean to wear nothin' but. Which'd put you in 'free use' territory once we were inside, independet'a me. Lots ta get up to in the club in that state!"\n\n<hr>\n[[Tag.|Marei]]\n\n[[Leash.|Marei17x7]]\n\n[[Neither.|Marei]]

"I, um..." It feels like your mouth has gone a little dry, and your tongue flits across your lips. "I think... maybe... a collar," you finish up in a whisper that's almost a breath, looking at the floor as your face heats.\n\n"Mm? Sorry, sug, couldn't quite hear you," Salli chirps in a tone of voice that assures you that she absolutely did in fact hear you.\n\nBut, you can't really get out of it now. Taking a deep breath, you manage to say in a quiet, but not inaudible voice, "... I want a collar."\n\n"Mm, alright, well, let's go look at 'em then!" Giggling, Salli takes you by the hand and leads you over to one section of wall where there are a number of angled display shelves, all of them featuring a short, round part with sloped sides in the center, to allow the collars to rest there. There are a number of styles, most of them leather and in black, although there are a few metal ones in silver. Most of the shelves have little color bars on the front of them on the opposite side of the price, you assume indicating the other colors they come in, with black/silver being the "default".\n\n"Now, something simple, probably," Salli muses aloud as she walks back and forth in front of the displays with you. "To start with, at least," she adds, making you give her a mildly confused look, but then becoming distracted as she picks one of them up. You squirm a little bit as she turns it over, glancing between it and you, with you realizing your friend is imagining how you'd look in the slender little choker-like design. ... And possibly nothing else. Then she puts it back. "No, no, a little too small, doesn't stand out enough. That's too elaborate," she adds, flicking a hand towards a broader one of multiple braided leather bands next to it.\n\nPart of you wants to protest that it's your collar, shouldn't you be picking it out? Of course then you have to admit that if you tried, you'd probably be too embarrassed to ever pick anything at all. And another part of you has to admit that it's kind of comforting that Salli has taken charge and is leading the way. You follow along as she goes back and forth, and finally gives a soft 'ah' as she smiles brightly, obviously in her mind having found the perfect collar. You blush as she lifts it off the stand... it's obviously a variation on a dog collar, with the width and the visible stitching on the outside. The inside, however, is lined with white fur, obviously to make it comfortable (and stimulating) to wear for long periods. The buckle is also shaped like a heart, a pair of heart-shaped rings, one at the front (doing double duty as holding the strap down) and one at the back.\n\n"This'un's cute as hell. And it comes in a shade of pink-purple that'd look just <i>darlin'</i> with your hair," Salli practically coos as she turns towards you. "Whattya think, Marei girl?"\n\n<hr>\n[["... It's perfect."|Marei17x6]]\n\n[["... What if you wore it?"|Marei]]\n\n[["... What if we both wore one?"|Marei]]

"Let's just go to the club," you say after a moment. "I'll try it normally first. Or, well, 'normal' as this sort of thing gets," you add in a bit of a mutter.\n\n"C'mon, hon, I'm sure you'll have a lot of fun," Salli declares with another laugh as she stands. "C'mon, we'll take my car."\n\nYou admit to yourself as you walk in that the place definitely isn't what you were expecting. You had in mind some grimy, dim little place in a sheet metal prefab building like a stereotypical porn store, but it's actually more like... well, like an upscale boutique. Well-lit, most of the walls and furnishings are in white, the cases and display stands are classy... if it weren't for all the leather bodices and jutting strapons the mannequins were wearing, you could almost be tricked into thinking you'd stepped into a really nice department store.\n\n"Now, th' thing to understand about 'Sweet Dreams' is that it's got its own sort of 'flag code' based on how y'dress," Salli explains cheerfully and not at all quietly as she strolls shamelessly through the sex store, eyes roaming over the wicked garments appreciatively. "Like, say y'go in wearing just a tiny little bikini... that's practically th' same as bein' fully clothed as far as th' code goes. But y'go in with your pussy and tits completely uncovered, and no matter what else you're wearin' that's basically advertising that you're 'free use'."\n\n"As in... people just walking up and doing whatever they like to you?" you ask, feeling a shiver run through you that you're not entirely sure whether it's mild horror or anticipation.\n\n"Mm-hmm! Even moreso if you've got your face covered or you're just wearin' a collar. Collar changes though if it's got a tag... that means 'you have to ask my owner and they have to be involved'." She smirks, eyes twinkling as she adds, "And a collar with a leash clipped to it means 'Don't ask... my owner's in charge and I'll do whatever they tell me'."\n\nSo you suppose... since you're going to the club with Salli, that would make her your... 'owner', in such a case? You're still struggling with how to think of that as she steps forward and gestures to an outfit that seems to be made entirely of straps, which frame but don't actually cover the mannequin's breasts or crotch. "See this'd be one of the exceptions. Easy access to everything, but by wearing the straps it's like saying 'You have to ask first and I'm free to say no', but it's more advertising than just wearing a skimpy getup, it's like an invitation."\n\n"'You have to ask, but I want you to ask,'" you muse aloud, looking over the outfit. At least you wouldn't really have to worry about getting the fit too right, you think.\n\n"Right, exactly! And then depending, you can tweak it to say just what level of wild stuff you want people to ask you for! Now, here's one of my favorites," she adds, grinning as she walks over to a series of shelves with little 'inbox' style sections and display boards showing curling, branching designs in pink and purple, many of them featuring a theme of hearts, or wombs, or both.\n\n"Are these... temporary tattoos?" you ask curiously, lifting one of the sheets out of its bin.\n\n"Mm-hmm! They go riiiiight here," Salli coos, picking one up and holding it on the front of her crotch, making you blush. "With, 'course, variance for size and personal preference."\n\n"So do all the different designs mean something different?" you ask, trying to imagine exactly how people would pick through so many variations as you look at the rows of stick-on designs.\n\n"Nah, putting one of these on your pussy has just one message, sug." Salli's smile grows and her eyes twinkle as she says, "'Try to break my brain with orgasms.'"\n\n"... um..." you murmur, blushing right up to your ears this time.\n\n"Wear one of these, and it's asking people to do the lewdest stuff they can to you to try and make ya cum so hard you forget how to do math. 'Course, depending on what else y'wear with it, and where you go in the club, it's gonna be a difference of whether they just offer you the lewd stuff, or they just grab ya and go t' town." Salli smirks again as she starts looking through the different designs in a way that says she's looking for anything new since the last time she was here. "Honestly been thinkin' of getting an actual tattoo of one of these... mostly just been tryna find a design a I reeeally like. Probably oughtta break down and hire an artist, y'think?"\n\nYou barely hear her, your mind whirling with all the thoughts she's put into it over the last half hour... and all the perverse fantasies that they're generating. Yes... yes, you definitely want to go to this club. You want to get fucked in public by a stranger. You want it so bad your pussy is utterly soaked, and you can see Salli knows it as she turns back to you, grinning.\n\n"So what's it gonna be, sug? What's the one thing your ensemble for this evening is definitely going to have?"\n\n<hr>\n[[... Just clothes.|Marei]]\n\n[[... Collar.|Marei17x5]]\n\n[[... Straps.|Marei]]\n\n[[......... Tattoo.|Marei]]

"So I guess... color me curious," you admit. "Tell me a bit more about this 'Sweet Dreams' place."\n\n"Well first of all, it's an outright sex club," Salli says with a big grin, making you blush again. "Fuckin' is allowed in the entire place, though there's codes t'follow. They don't allow in singles, just couples or groups... no problem there, I even know the owner, so I can breeze you right on in, hon. The question's more what you want to get out of it."\n\n"I'm not sure what you mean, still?"\n\n"Like, do y'just wanna get a dick in ya without any leadup or talk, hon?" she says in a teasing voice, giggling again as you both blush and pout. "'Cause that's certainly doable. They've got a wall that's juuust for, well, they're glory holes after a fashion y'see? We get you in there for a stint in one, and... well let's say I tried it once and it satisfied even my desire for fuckin' for a good long while."\n\nThat must have been quite a lot of fuckin', you think a bit dizzily as Salli continues. "There's also sort of 'classes' the owner has that start y'out small, tryin' different kinks, workin' your way up to lewder stuff... with an audience, of course," she adds, eyes twinkling. "That's sort of how y'pay your way for those, y'see... you get trained in kinkiness, th' club goers get a show."\n\n"I... I see."\n\n"Of course, there's just outright goin' to the club. Lots and lots of things to do there. 'Course we'd have t'get ya properly outfitted, but that's no problem... I know a little place that's pretty closely connected to the club, they've got eeeeverything y'might need t'get kitted up, an' hell they've even got stuff stocked in our sizes!"\n\nThat last bit almost has you hooked right then and there. Clothes shopping is always such a pain! Enough that it takes your brain a moment to catch up to remembering that she's talking about shopping for clothes for a sex club.\n\n... Still... at this point, it's hard to deny your pussy is wet enough that you can feel your panties starting to stick to you. Frankly, despite your previously rather less than adventurous nature, you're really looking forward to... getting dicked down. So...\n\n<hr>\n[[You'll be in a gloryhole.|Marei18x1]]\n\n[[You'll take a "class".|Marei]]\n\n[[You'll just go to the club.|Marei17x4]]

Deciding to take a stroll over to Animalland, if only to see if it's basically some cutrate petting zoo or something a bit more upper-end, you set off down the cobblestone path. Eventually the cobblestones themselves take on an animal print theme, and you can see the tall black iron-style gates ahead. Traditionally they'd probably say 'ZOO', but of course here they say 'ANIMALLAND' and the gates are topped by a 2D sculpture of that horse character you saw earlier.\n\nYou expect there to be throngs of people crowding to get in and creating a crush along the walkways, but you're surprised to see that it's a little sparsely-populated as you approach. You pause for a moment, then shrug and head over to present your all-access pass to the woman working the gate. "What's up? I'd expect there to be a ton of daytrippers here or something."\n\n"Oh, we had a small chemical spill last week, and things have slowed down since then," the worker replies glibly enough as she runs your pass through a reader and hands it back.\n\n"Uh. Chemical spill?" You take the card back gingerly, pinched between two fingertips as if not sure that you want to touch it too much.\n\n"Don't worry, don't worry. It was nothing toxic, I promise, no one got hurt," she adds, waving a hand appeasingly. "Just that rumors of weird stuff happening started up afterwards, you know how people can be."\n\n"Right." Still looking a little dubious, you put the pass away, then perk up a bit as she offers you a tiger-striped rubber wristband.\n\n"Here you go, included in your trip today are three free regular drinks and unlimited free soft-serve ice cream! Please be sure to follow all Animalland safety guidelines, including staying on official walkways and not trying to enter enclosures, or attempt to touch or approach animals unless it's one of the supervised interaction areas. And most importantly, have fun!"\n\n"Thanks!" you call, thoughts of chemical spills and weird incidents disappearing from your mind as you fasten on the wristband and head on into the zoo proper. Much like back where you entered Worldland, the path quickly diverges into a number of different areas, a signpost showing different themed arrow signs, most of them with different animal styles to help distinguish them. Looks like they're also playing up to the kids a bit with the "whimsical" names.\n\n<hr>\n[[Silly Savannah.|ALSav1x1]]\n\n[[Wild Water.|ALWat1x1]]\n\n[[Playful Primates.|ALPrim1x1]]\n\n[[Rad Reptiles.|ALRep1x1]]\n\n[[Animal Adventure.|ALAAStart]]

Yes. It's time you actually got fucked for real! ... One way or another, you decide.\n\n... Which begs the question of how? Obviously actually going out will have to wait until Ken is well again, but if you've resolved to... ahem... 'get some', obviously that will greatly ease any feelings of pressure, since it's just a matter of 'soon'. But even then, how to actually go about it?\n\nYou suppose it depends on if you want to date or... ... oh, hell with it, just say it, do you want to start dating or do you want to just get fucked? Because if you want to start dating, there are lots of ways... [[getting set up by a friend|Marei]], [[going to the bar|Marei]], even [[the internet|Marei]]! Oh, speaking of the internet, you know from some of said friends and some commercials that there are [[phone apps|Marei]] geared towards people who want relationships.\n\nOn the other hand, if it's more about scratching your itch, well again you have at least [[one friend|Marei17x2]] who's very well-versed in that arena. That friend has also suggested to you [[certain bars|Marei]], certain [[internet sites|Marei]], and even [[a particular app|Marei]] that you could use if you didn't want to go right to her.

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

You turn your hand a little, snagging Liz's and lightly curling yours around it. She glances at you, obviously a bit surprised, then gives you that smile of hers, shifting her own hand a little to take hold of yours better, giving it a gentle squeeze. You can tell your cheeks are pink as you turn around and walk to the exit with her. You notice Leslie staring at you, and just sort of shrug sheepishly. Still, you turn Liz's hand loose after just a bit longer, and she lets it go without hesitation, though she gives you another glance with that smile as she does.\n\nLeslie gives you another brief stare when Liz pays for your ticket, and somewhat stiffly but politely declines the other blonde's offer to pay for hers as well. The three of you make your way into the theater and sit down, Liz on one side of you and Leslie on the other. Leslie leans in a little as the previews start, whispering, "Er, Cyan, is there something you wanna tell me?"\n\nYou lean in closer to her and whisper back, "Look, she's just a friend. It's a long story but I'll explain later, alright?"\n\n"Okay." She seems to relax at that, settling back into her seat as if tension had gone out of her muscles. Hm, weird, you honestly wouldn't have thought she would have had such a problem if you were... y'know. Well, maybe she's just sensitive about the whole issue... some of the other people at school are kind of dicks about her being a tomboy with short hair named 'Les', that might be enough to make anyone a little edgy about stuff like that.\n\nStill, you kind of can't get the memory of how Liz's hand felt in yours. It was really warm but not hot, with one or two rough places but a lot of it was soft, and that squeeze was a perfect mixture of strong and careful. You nibble your lower lip through the first fifteen minutes of the movie, but finally give in and slip your hand over to find hers again, blushing in the dark as she smoothly twines her fingers with yours. It's just a bit of hand-holding, no big deal, it's not like you're Japanese and this is incredibly lewd or deeply meaningful or something. \n\nAs the movie ends you slip your hand back out of Liz's and the three of you exit the theater, chatting excitedly and doing your best to avoid spoilers until you're out of the mall and on the sidewalk outside without anyone around. Liz suggests exchanging numbers, which makes your heart do a little skitter for a brief moment for... some reason, yeah... but since it's just phrased as a friendly offer you don't have to worry about agreeing in front of Leslie, who also nods with slightly more subdued interest. Once Leslie has headed off, Liz looks at you and smiles. "Walk you home?"\n\n"Yeah, sure." You nod, tucking your hands into your pockets rather than get tempted to take her hand again. Liz does the same thing though, strolling along beside you, cornflower eyes taking in the rather mundane to you sights of Deviville as you walk along.\n\n"Walk everywhere, pretty much?"\n\n"Yeah, no car yet, plus at least this way I don't have to worry about too many ice creams," you answer, one corner of your mouth quirking up.\n\n"Heheh. If we wind up going somewhere further away, we'll take my ride, no worries." \n\nYour heart does another little shimmy, which you try to ignore. This is... getting a bit confusing, even as part of your brain is slapping the confused part going 'Um, <i>duh</i>!' Eventually you arrive in front of your house, stopping and flitting a hand towards it. "I better get inside, my parents will be home any time."\n\n"Sure, sure. See you soon?" she asks.\n\n<hr>\n[[You'll call her.|GGGF]]\n\n[[She should call you.|GGGF1x4]]

You open and close your mouth a few times, your brain effectively bluescreened, before it reboots to safe mode and just accepts the last command given. "Yeah, okay. There's actually this really good place over there."\n\n"Hey, great, show the way!"\n\nYou nod and set off, Liz settling into an easy stroll beside you, seeming perfectly at ease. You usually feel pretty comfortable in your own skin most of the time, but you still can't help but envy that obviously internalized roll-with-it attitude she's got. The two of you make your way to the small sit-down build-your-own-soft-serve place. When you get to the counter, Liz steps forward a bit, pulling out her wallet. "Here, I'll get this."\n\n"Uh, you don't-" You start to say, then realize you don't actually have enough cash on you to pay for the rather large treat you made. You paid the majority of your on-hand funds for, well. You're feeling rather embarrassed as the two of you head to a table. "You, um, didn't have to do that, but thanks."\n\n"Just manners, I suggested going for ice cream, you showed me the place," Liz answers as if it were no big deal, scooping up a bit of her fairly simple vanilla with sprinkles. Then she pauses, and grins again before wiggling her spoon at you. "Did you think I did it because I'm the 'guy'?"\n\n"Uh. ... Thought had crossed my mind," you mutter sheepishly, ducking your head.\n\n"Look, Cyan, you should relax, okay? The whole point of this... call it a program, if you want... is to just make some nice memories while we're young. So don't overthink everything, don't worry about being pushed or pressured, I'm definitely not going to do anything like that. If you just want a girl friend for the summer instead of a summer girlfriend, that's what it'll be, we'll make some nice memories that way."\n\n"... Okay." You nod slowly, feeling a little more at ease. "I mean, I guess that makes sense. Who even set all this up anyway?"\n\n"A very rich, very eccentric lady who likes ladies, as I understand it," Liz supplies, snickering a little. She finishes taking her latest bite of ice cream, then mms and scoops up another small spoonful. "This is some of the best vanilla ice cream I've ever had, for real. Here, have you tried this?" she asks, proffering the spoon.\n\n"Ah..." You haven't, actually, and now that she's said that you're sort of curious. You're mildly conscious of placing your lips over the spoon that her tongue's probably been all over, but you do your best not to think too much about it as you accept the bite. Still, you're fairly sure there's a bit of a blush on your cheeks, and from the sparkle in Liz's eyes she probably noticed it.\n\nShe doesn't press, though, just like she promised, and instead starts chatting with you about the town she comes from... apparently a rather small, rural one where there's not a lot to do, thus why she signed up for the 'Summer Girlfriend' program so she could go somewhere else and meet new people. She's not much for video games, alas, but she's a good listener when you talk about your own interests, asking sincere-seeming questions that show she's actually paying attention. You gradually relax and start to feel like maybe this whole thing will work out and you will in fact have a nice new friend for the summer, when you hear someone call your name and look up. "Oh, Leslie, hey!"\n\n"Hey, Cy, what's up?" Your friend Leslie has approached the table, looking at your current companion a bit oddly. Come to think of it, Leslie does tend to dress a bit like she shops at The Shed now that you look at her... she's a deep tan rather than Liz's paler color, and her hair is short but still comes to the top of her neck as opposed to Liz's more boyish length, and their faces don't look much alike, but you do have to admit there's a passing resemblance, maybe that's why she's staring. (You're relatively certain Leslie likes guys despite the persistent school rumors, but you've always thought it would be a little gauche to ask, despite her being one of your best friends.)\n\n"Ah, not much. Um, this is my new friend, Liz," you say by way of introduction.\n\n"Hi, nice to meet you," Liz says easily, offering her hand again.\n\nLeslie shakes the hand, still seeming somewhat dubious. "Yeah, likewise."\n\n"We were hanging out, and I was about to suggest seeing a movie. Sound good to you guys?" Liz suggests.\n\nYou have to admit that would be a good capper to the nice hangout session you've been having, even if you'd presumably have to rely on Liz's beneficence again. "Yeah, good by me. You free, Les?"\n\n"Sure." Your friend nods, albeit a bit slowly, then finally smiles. "I was actually on my way to the theater so yeah, let's go."\n\nYou and Liz stand up from the table and step over to the trash can to throw away the cups. Your arm brushes against hers as you do... and suddenly the thought pops into your head that you wonder how her hand feels. Like, what it would feel to hold it briefly. ... Well, would it be so bad? She is your... well, she's your summer girlfriend, right? You could at least try holding hands with her, that's not a big deal, is it?\n\n<hr>\n[[Hold Liz's hand.|GGGF1x3]]\n\n[[Don't.|GGGF]]

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

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

"Just think about it," you press gently. "Ken's doing well enough in school, he's definitely going to get into a good college, and is likely to get a good government or corporate job. You could stop worrying about if Hinako is going to meet a man who can take care of her in college... in fact, you could probably save on sending her to college, especially if they got married right out of highschool and she settled down to be a housewife."\n\n"That <i>is</i> what I've always wanted for her," Mika allows, nodding a little.\n\nSmiling, you go in for the kill. "Besides, if they get started now, you're likely to be a grandmother sooner rather than later."\n\nThat puts a definite sparkle in her eyes, and Mika quickly hops around a bit to face you more directly. "By God, you're right! It's a perfect opportunity! We could both be grandmothers within the next few years!" She pauses, glancing aside. "Or sooner, I suppose." Then she shrugs. "But that just means Hinako would be able to get started on her housewifing all the sooner! Marei you're brilliant!"\n\nYou can't help but preen a little bit, shifting your shoulders and grinning broadly, before you nod firmly. "It's settled then. Let's get these two together."\n\n"Hm. But how should we do it?" Mika muses, frowning a little as she glances down.\n\n<hr>\n[[Be direct.|Marei3x4]]\n\n[[Try to be subtle.|Marei]]\n\n[[Whatever Mika thinks is best.|Marei]]

Hm, probably best to go to Hinako's mother. Things are much more likely to go smoothly if she doesn't feel like she's been bypassed and thus decides to shoot your plans in the foot out of sheer contrariness.\n\nOnce Ken has finished and headed out for the day and you've done the dishes, you call up Mika to arrange your little get-together. Best to go in something nice but not too nice, don't want to act like you're trying to show her up when you just made a casual chat date. So you put on one of your nicer pairs of mom jeans and a snug, thin long-sleeved shirt (without much of a scoop in the front) and head down the street.\n\nMika isn't all that unlike yourself, with much the same curves (but obviously less so in the chest), and dark purple hair pulled back in a ponytail, save for some long falls over her shoulders. She welcomes you in, and the two of you settle onto her sofa for tea, chatting amiably about nothing really until Mika finally speaks up. "I get the feeling you didn't just want to come over for tea. Is there something on your mind?"\n\n"Well, I'll get right to the point then," you answer, leaning forward to set your own cup down before straightening up and resting your hands on your thighs. "I think it's high time that Ken had a girlfriend. Especially one that he can look forward to most likely marrying at some point in the future. I think Hinako would be an excellent match for him."\n\n"Hmmm." Mika rubs her chin a bit thoughtfully. "It's true Hinako has never had a boyfriend. And she'll be sixteen soon... only nine years after that and she'll become an old maid unlikely to get married, after all. It would be nice to have her at least start dating, or even arrange a marriage for her." She continues to look thoughtful for a few moments, then lets out a little huff. "But I don't know, Marei."\n\n"Why? Is there something wrong with my Ken?" you answer with a motherly huff of your own.\n\n"No, of course that isn't it. I'm just a little on the fence about the whole idea, I suppose," she hedges, glancing away. "I want to do what's right for Hinako, after all."\n\n<hr>\n[[Point out the benefits.|Marei3x3]]\n\n[[Offer to pay a dowry.|Marei4x1]]\n\n[[Beg.|Marei]]\n\n[[Demand.|Marei]]

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

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

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

Oh you are sooooo gonna try the VR thing! Sure you bought a kinda cheapo helmet before, the sort mostly good for watching ultra high definition videos, but this thing looks really bleeding edge. Complete with that suit that... ... hm. Yeah, you're gonna need to get naked to wear that.\n\n... Maybe a quick shower.\n\nYou emerge from the shower naked and toweling off, making sure to get as dry as you can before zipping yourself into the very tight, very thin, slightly shiny red suit. ... Wow, sexy bordering on lewd. Also with a hint of "Netrunner" to it, which makes it extra cool. You might actually consider wearing this to a con or something if it weren't so absolutely skintight... seriously, you can't just see your nipples, you can see the outlines of your areola, not to mention the severe case of cameltoe. And yet weirdly it's not uncomfortable, it really is like wearing a second skin, albeit with boots and gloves. Weird. You plug it into the helmet, then sit down at your chair and slide that on. You can see a fiery flicker in the screens in front of you, and then a rushing vision and sensation that shocks you.\n\nYou suddenly find yourself standing in a dark room... at least that's the feeling you get. Blinking, you look down at yourself, then pat your body and your head. It seriously is like you're really here, still wearing the bodysuit but not the helmet. That's... amazing, you thought this level of immersion was definitely just the stuff of anime and sci-fi. As you're pinching yourself as a test, a soothing feminine voice speaks up.\n\n"<i>Welcome to the Virtual Dimension, Brightstar Electronics brand. Setup is currently running, connecting to your game accounts and our online store. While this process completes, let's take a moment to calibrate the virtual dimension suit and helmet to you, to insure full usability in all your gaming and diving needs. This process will involve several simulations testing your full range of motion, attenuating your mental motor response to the system. Would you like to begin?</i>"\n\nA popup screen appears in front of you asking just that, with a 'Yes' and 'No' button. Obviously you choose 'Yes'. You jump just a little as there's that rushing feeling again, this time as the surroundings rush towards you... specifically it looks like a music store, in fact it looks nearly identical to the one at the mall. You also squirm at the strange feeling of the bodysuit crawling across your skin as it changes form, drawing away from your legs and leaving them bare, the same with your midriff, as it turns into a pair of very expensive-looking strappy black boots and a loose pleated black skirt, as well as a very scant, very tight black t-shirt that hugs your chest. You blush a little at suddenly being in public, even simulated public, dressed rather more daringly than you would ever typically do... especially since you can feel a draft of cool mall air on your pussy and ass, clarifying that the bodysuit definitely didn't turn into a pair of panties as well. There is a faint little thump as a purse appears draped on your shoulder, though.\n\nRather than another voiceover, text pops up in the air in front of you. 'Slowly walk to the Independent Artists section.' It even includes an arrow to show you which way to turn. Alright... not that you'd want to walk particularly fast in any skirt, let alone when you're going commando. You keep up a slow, measured step as you walk over to the section it indicates, before the text changes to, 'Pick up the CD' with the arrow pointing at a particular one. You flip through the cases and... oh hey, Ghost Data! You don't own any of their albums on physical media! ... Which, you guess you still can't since this is virtual.\n\nThen you blink as the text changes again. 'Carefully pop off the magnetic reader and casually slip the CD into your purse.'\n\n... Huh.\n\n<hr>\n[[Well, whatever!|GGVR1x2]]\n\n[[Nah, that's not cool.|GGVR]]

Weird way to calibrate a VR rig, but it's just that, right? A calibration program, basically a game. You do give a quick glance around (no one in sight, no cameras you can see) before using your thumbnail (oh hey it even gave your nails a nice shiny coat of black polish, keen) to smoothly pop off the thick little barcode strip on the back of the case and smoothly slip it into your purse. The text changes to 'Calmly leave the store', the arrow leading the way out as you use the same steady, measured steps to walk to the entrance of the store and out into the mall.\n\nThough as you actually step into the mall, everything blurs and rushes around you again, and you find yourself standing outside, on what looks almost suspiciously like the sports field at Deviville High. The popup box appears reading 'This test will calibrate for quick motions' as your clothes change again, the skirt pulling in and hugging tight to you as the shirt slides down further, but stays just as tight even as it turns white. The skirt turns blue as it hugs around your hips, crotch, and ass, turning into something like a pair of Japanese PE bloomers, your boots becoming a pair of knee-high socks and yellow sneakers. Suddenly people pop into being all around you, all of them attired similarly, although the boys are in more normal shorts while the girls are in bloomers like you. It's almost disconcerting how all of them look <i>almost</i> like people you know, at least in passing, from school. They're all milling about, obviously waiting for the coaches to come out and start class.\n\nAn arrow appears further forward, with the box reading 'Jog towards this person'. Allllrighty. You set off at a lope, trying to ignore how the bloomers are clinging to your ass and pussy and therefore rubbing a bit with your motions... definitely not like the second skin of the suit. When you stop, almost without thinking you reach back and haul the back of them out of your crack and tug them back along your buttocks, unthinkingly briefly flashing just a bit of your ass to anyone that might have been looking. The person with the arrow over her head does in fact look a lot like a mean girl from Deviville High, Sandra, although her hair's bright, anime-like pink instead of Sandra's strawberry blonde. She's chatting with what you assume are her friends, just an NPC on idle mode.\n\n'Dive forward and yank down her shorts' the box directs you, the arrow switching to point at the snug little blue bloomers like your own that she's wearing.\n\n... Wow, okay, who wrote this calibration program? Like... yes, okay, that's a lot of rapid motions that it can use to calibrate, but uh... why?\n\n<hr>\n[[Nah, this is too weird, you're out.|GGVR]]\n\n[[Pft, it's fine. Heheheheh.|GGVR1x3]]

Kinda weird... but also kinda fun. Smirking, you crouch a bit, then take off at a short run before diving forward, grabbing the pink-haired girl's bloomers and yanking them down around her knees. You're not super surprised to see her bare ass, since you could tell you weren't wearing anything under yours, and her surprised yelp draws the attention of the entire rest of the class staring at her. You hop away quickly as she both tries to stumble back and take a swing at you, and winds up tripping from the bloomers around her ankles, falling onto her bare ass in the grass. Her knees wind up splayed wide with her ankles caught together, showing off her bare pink pussy to everyone, the class hooting with laughter, applauding, and the sound of multiple phone cameras clicking away filling the air.\n\nIndulging in some wicked snickering yourself as the faux-Sandra bursts into tears, you're almost a little disappointed when everything fades back to the black room and your gym clothes spread back across your body into the suit.\n\n"<i>Calibration is complete</i>," the voice from before says in a tone that somehow makes you feel like you've really accomplished something. "<i>The virtual dimension hardware and software are ready to use. Your system has loaded several games you own as well as several included with your purchase. Note that these games may vary from their non-virtual counterparts as the adaptations are a community effort. Other software and functions are available as well. Please enjoy.</i>"\n\nOh, nice. Wonder what browsing the net is like with this thing? Still, hard to resist the allure of games. Well, let's see what we've got here...\n\n<hr>\n[[App store.|GGVRAppStore]]\n\n[[Games.|GGVR1x4]]\n\n[[Data integrity check.|GGVR]]\n\n[[Data storage.|GGMakStart]]

"I mean, I know it's probably not the usual sort of present you bring," you say with a blush, squirming a bit in place and fiddling with the fur trim of your nightie. "But if I could get a boyfriend this Christmas..."\n\n"Ohhhh? Indeed, not the usual sort of thing I put under the tree," Santa says with a chuckle. "But that certainly would be a long-lasting gift! Hm. What sort of boyfriend were you thinking of, Holly?"\n\nOh. Huh. You hadn't... actually thought about it. You'd sort of asked on a whim expecting to be shot down... but you guess if you really were to get a boyfriend for Christmas, you'd want someone...\n\n<hr>\n[[... handsome and sensual.|HollyXmas]]\n\n[[... pretty (and kind of bratty).|HollyXmas]]\n\n[[... really cute and kind.|HollyXmas]]\n\n[[... sensitive and empathetic.|HollyXmas12x2]]

Your brain bluescreens, leaving the woman just standing there watching you in apparent amusement as you splutter softly and try to reboot. When you finally manage, all you can really get out at first is, "W-wha?"\n\n"I'm Mira, the girlfriend you asked for for Christmas," she explains breezily, as if that were the most obvious and normal thing in the world.\n\n"But I asked for a <i>boy</i>friend!" you blurt.\n\n"Did you?" she replies wryly, quirking one slender bronze brow.\n\n"Yes, I asked for an empathetic and sensitive-!" you start, then scowl, raising a hand to point up at her. (Gosh she's tall. You like tall peo- GUYS!) "Hey, men can be empathetic and sensitive too!"\n\n"Well of course they can, no one said they couldn't," Mira replies in a reasonable tone, before raising a hand and starting to count off on her fingers. "However, you specifically asked for someone who understands 'deeply and completely' what you're going through at any time. A guy can notice and know what to do for certain female things, but he can never 'understand completely' because he can't experience them. Among other things you also asked for 'someone who would <i>never</i> run off to hang out with the boys', virtually all men have a need for other male companionship at times. That he'd never choose the sports match over you, well, not all guys like sports but they're generally going to have <i>some</i> sort of masculine interest that would take them away from you at some point. Add onto it that the rather limited number of... ahem, <i>eligible</i>... men interested in scrapbooking, strawberry picking, ornament shopping, and combing through roadside kitsch markets all together..."\n\nMira raises a hand and pats your cheek consolingly. "Sweetheart, you wished for a girlfriend."\n\n"But... but... but I'm not into women!" you stammer.\n\n"Mmmmm," Mira murmurs, letting her eyes roam off to the side. "If you say so."\n\nThat makes you flush with a mixture of anger and embarrassment. "Well if you keep that up, we're going to start off our very first Christmas together with a fight!" you huff... only to blush even more as Mira's eyes start twinkling at your apparent admission this is your <i>first</i> Christmas together. \n\n"Well we wouldn't want that," she says warmly, giving a soft little chuckle that admittedly does send some interesting sensations running through your ears and down your spine. You squeak a little bit as she steps in, very gently laying her hands on your effectively bare waist and leaning in to kiss one of your ears. "How about I make all the shock and fussing up to you, hm?"\n\n<hr>\n[[No!|HollyXmas]]\n\n[[Um. Hm. Ah. Er. W-well...|HollyXmas]]

"I mean... if I were to describe my dream boyfriend..." you say slowly, before letting out a dreamy sigh. "Someone really sensitive, and in tune with me. Someone who always understands, deeply and completely, what I'm going through." You clasp your hands together, now almost reciting it like a prayer, like the deepest wish of your heart you'd never dared to give voice to. "Someone who will never hide away from me, never run off to hang out with the boys, never choose the sports match over me. Someone who shares every one of my interests and is always up to talk about everything."\n\n"Hmmmmm." Santa seems to be thinking that one over carefully, stroking his thick white beard with one leather-mittened hand. Then he gives a shrug and wags the hand at you. "Well, I think I can manage something like that! Ho~ ho ho~!" he declares cheerfully.\n\n"R-really?!" you blurt, eyes widening. \n\n"Yes, but only if you rush back to bed right now," he adds in a mock-scolding tone, wagging the hand in a 'tsk-tsk' motion now.\n\nYou eagerly nod and turn to rush back to bed, in your excitement not really thinking about the view you must be giving Santa of your butt jiggling in your cute little panties. You practically dive under the covers and quickly snuggle in, though with the way your blood's thrumming with adrenaline you expect to lay there for hours staring at the clock. Strangely enough, the moment you shut your eyes and <i>try</i> to sleep, you do (surely a Christmas miracle all of its own).\n\nYou wake up, sitting up with a stretch and a yawn even before your brain engages enough to turn and look at the clock. Mmm... still well before dawn. And a fair bit before you were expecting to wake up, but you may as well get up now, it will just feel worse if you go back to sleep right before your alarm goes off. You toss off the covers and fluff your fingers through your hair marginally in token attempt to be presentable for your Christmas tree. (Shut up, you care about these things.) You did get yourself a few gifts just to have something to open Christmas morning before your drive (specifically a few gifts to use <i>on</i> your drive, like a new thermos), to make it a proper Christmas morning, and getting your gifts before dawn is a delightful addition to the Christmas feeling, after that adorable dream you had about catching Santa. Really, what a cute-\n\nYou come to a stop in the doorway of your living room, your jaw sagging. Sitting lazily "beneath" the tree (rather, to one side of it) is a person. With mid-neck-length hair in a rich, dark red color fading to a softer reddish honey towards the tips. They're wearing a Christmas sweater, not one of the gaudier varieties but a green one with a big red bow design around the chest, as if to say 'I'm a present', and long black slacks over festive socks. They smile winningly at you as they get to their feet, revealing they're quite tall with a lean build and... well, very definitely a woman.\n\nHer breasts aren't as big as yours but they're obvious enough in the sweater, and the curve of her hips and rear is equally plain under the slacks even if, again, she's not as hippy and full-butted as you are. She's also on the handsome side of pretty, with twinkling hazel eyes and an elegantly-curved jaw, despite that she radiates a faint masculine energy with the set of her smile and body. Before you can really finish processing all this, she crosses the room and gently cups your chin, tilting your head down and leaning in to press a soft, adoring kiss to your lips.\n\n"Merry Christmas, angel," she purrs.\n\n<hr>\n[[W-what the heck, home invader!|HollyXmas]]\n\n[[*dialup modem noises*|HollyXmas12x3]]

Hey, they're not exactly big candies, if you're gonna snag one you may as well snag two, right? Besides, this way you can snicker immaturely as you make an internal joke about popping some chocolate balls in your mouth as you... well, pop the chocolate balls in your mouth and chew. Almost immediately the crunch of the dried malt turns into a squishy, gooey sensation, filling your mouth and coating your tongue and throat as you swallow suddenly at the unexpected sensation. 'Huh! That was weird, these are definitely custom, and they... tasted really good...'\n\nThe sensation hits you suddenly enough that you stagger a little, lightheaded from the wave of pressure and pleasure that sweeps over almost the entire front of your body. You shake your head to try and clear it, but it's only building, and you gasp loudly as you look down to see that your breasts are rapidly growing, expanding outwards and pressing against your shirt, sliding it up over your belly. But from what you can see of your belly, it's pushing out from beneath your shirt as well, swelling and turning pinker and rounder, sticking out from you, and pressing harder on the waistband of your jeans. "W-what... fuuuuuck," you groan, staggering back and forth as the heat of the strange transformation coming over you washes through your body. It's all happening so fast you can barely process the way your tits are wobbling around with a distinct sloshing noise, or the additional pressure on the front of the pink thing growing from your belly. You wince as the tightness from where it's pressing against your waistband grows to the painful point, making you start to reach for it.\n\nBefore you can even touch your jeans, the button and zipper give up the ghost, snapping and spilling what's now obviously an udder free, at the same time your tits tear through your shirt and drop heavily. The simultaneous bursting forth from your clothes and subsequent sped-up growth overbalances you and spills you forward, landing on your front... and on top of your expanded tits and new udder as they continue swelling, tightening with milk, lifting you up further and further. You moan and writhe atop them, soon left straddling your udder as it lifts you entirely off the floor, your still denim-clad legs indenting the sides of it much as your arms are pressing in against the tops of your tits. You helplessly writhe and moan in pleasure as your breasts and udder keep swelling larger and larger, nipples growing thick and long and starting to spurt milk on their own, much as your teats splay out from beneath your udder dribbling milk onto the floor. Your expanding flesh presses out against the candy racks on either side, squeezing them in and lifting you up a bit higher as you entirely fill the aisle, until you're lifted into plain view of the entire store, your eyes rolling and tongue lolled out from a constant strange near-orgasmic feeling of being so full of milk, followed up by an actual orgasm every time some milk splatters out of your overfull boobs and calffeeder.\n\n"Oho, someone not only sampled the MILK Duds, they got a little greedy, huh?" the blonde at the counter notes smugly as she looks up from her magazine, smirking at the sight of you straddling your udder and leaning on your tits. "Well, no worries, dear, I'll get you out of that cramped little aisle... and into a nice facility I've already got waiting for someone like you."\n\n<hr>\n[[Game Over.|GGCandy1cxEnd]]

Well, duh! Obviously it would be cheerleading!\n\nYou started out the year proving your mettle and being appointed freshman cheer squad captain. You know cheerleaders have a reputation for being snotty and superior, but you don't put up with that from any of your girls. You made it clear that anyone you caught acting like a bully would be booted off and replaced, and no you don't care how pretty they are or who their daddies work for. You've thus assembled a team of fine performance athletes rather than a bunch of cookie-cutter blondes who can barely shake their butts in sync with each other. Your attitude and consistent wins at competitions have made you and your squad extremely popular with the teachers and school board, so they've agreed to send you to a top cheerleading training camp, a rare honor for freshmen-becoming-sophomores.\n\nYou're currently scheduled to travel to the camp by <b>[[bus|CheerBusStart]]</b>. Of course, if that sounds like it would be too much of a bother, you could always hold an event to try and get upgraded to <b>[[plane|SKPlaneStart]]</b> tickets.

You decide that spending some time with Aunt Kelly in the great outdoors would be pretty fun. Besides, she's providing all the camping equipment, which means you likely won't be totally roughing it. Aunt Kelly's pretty well off... you think she's some sort of art dealer, but you've never been entirely clear on that. Your decision made, you head off to tell your parents so that the three of you can call your aunt and make plans.\n\nIt's decided it's easiest to for you to fly and then take a cab, so that's exactly what you do... both of which are entirely mundane. Though as the taxi cruises out of town, you note that going to Aunt Kelly's is practically camping as it is, since she lives well away from town in a lightly wooded area. The taxi pulls up outside an old but well-maintained two-story home... you think it probably counts as a mansion, albeit a smallish one. As you get out of the cab and start unloading your luggage, Aunt Kelly comes out of the house and grabs you up in a hug. You actually look a lot more like her than you do your mom... she has roughly the same build, but with a bit more curvature and torpedo-shaped DD-cups that you hope to have someday too, but otherwise she has the same coloration, her hair worn in a braid instead of a ponytail. But anyone looking at you would probably assume you were mother and daughter, she about five inches taller than you.\n\n"It's absolutely lovely to see you, dear," she says with a smile, grinning and rubbing the top of your head a bit. "I was thrilled you took me up on my offer. Come on, let's get your things inside."\n\nYou blink. "I thought we were gonna leave right when I got here?"\n\n"That was originally the plan, but unfortunately something's come up." Picking up one of your bags, she carries it back up the walk, you snagging your backpack and trotting along after. She shows you into the entryway, the inside of the house mostly done in dark colors to match the dark wood, with brass accents here and there. She sets your bag at the foot of the stairs and turns. "I've got to go out for a few hours. Afraid I'll have to ask you to entertain yourself for awhile. The kitchen's stocked, the entertainment systems are all hooked up to the control panel on the coffee table. If worse comes to worse, I'll be back late and we'll leave in the morning. If I'm going to be that late I'll call and let you know."\n\nShe heads out the door and you watch as she clambers into her black SUV. Well, looks like you're on your own for awhile.\n\n<hr>\n[[Go watch TV.|Camping1x1]]\n\n[[Poke around the house.|Camping2x1]]

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

"Yeah, sure, tons of fun," you reply, grinning brightly but keeping your voice down. "Looked around the big spooky mansion, hung out with everybody." You grin wider and wiggle your fingers. "Got possessed by a demon, all that fun stuff."\n\nShe laughs at that. "Well, as long as the demon doesn't make your room any messier, sweetheart."\n\n"Heh. I'mma hit the sack, though."\n\n"Alright, sweetie, goodnight."\n\nYou sigh a little to yourself as you head up the stairs. It's so difficult keeping up the pretense of being a mortal. You've existed for almost twelve hours at this point and you haven't raped <i>anybody</i>. How do humans live like this?! You grumble a little as you close the door and take out the host's... well, yours, it's all yours now, after all... your pocket knife and start carefully etching a rune circle in the back of it. You've got the beginnings of a longterm plan going, and you turn it over more and more, considering the possibilities as you work, finishing up that inscription and then moving to do several smaller ones on the walls and around the window. Once you've finished, you let out a relieved huff. There... not only will your "parents" never come in here due to the door ward making them subconsciously refuse to, they also won't hear (or even smell) anything they consider untoward, and the runes around the window will make sure that whoever looks in will see something they consider entirely normal and harmless. Your sanctum established, you strip out of your clothes and resume your true form, skin fading to blue and tits expanding, horns pushing back out and all the other little changes that let you feel like a muscle you'd been holding tensed was finally allowed to relax.\n\nYou flump onto your bed, idly manifesting a cock so you can start casually jerking off while you think. A mortal teenager is actually a surprisingly good path to many ways to build legitimate power, the more you think about it. You have access to a lot of places and people that you can use to get access to even more resources... namely, other people connected to them, and other teenagers. Once you start getting enough mortals under your thumb, you can really start building your power base. Actually trying to build a stronghold on Earth is risky, so you could always take the energy once you've gathered a bunch of it and skedaddle to the lower planes to set yourself up with a lordship in the first five minutes of being there.\n\nYou can't help but grin, though, as your cock throbs in your hand. Still, you never know. Gather enough power, enough followers, and you might just be able to make a go of it right here on Earth, where everything is so much more delicious and wicked and empowering. And your plan will start with...\n\n<hr>\n[[... Mr. Shandor.|GGHH28x1]]\n\n[[... the mall.|GGHH]]\n\n[[... your parents.|GGFD1x1]]\n\n[[... the new school year.|GGHH24x3]]

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

"Stay there and don't try any funny business," you order him, pointing briefly at his head. From the way he gets even more visibly nervous and pales in color again, your ability to shoot force missiles out of your hand is well-known. You walk over to the computer panel and tap it, spending a few moments trying to figure out the interface. It's rather annoying because the background color and text keeps slowly changing to different things... you've seen programs that do similar stuff back on Earth, mostly for cutesy blog layouts, and always hated them. But stopping and asking someone how to change their font layout while you're looking for signs of their nefarious doings seems like a bit less than a power play, so you just put up with it.\n\nActually, as you skim through trying to make sense of his travel logs and cargo manifests and sales records, the colors stop really bothering you. Easier to get used to than you thought, you guess... really, you sort of forget why you were annoyed by them in the first place. Or... what you were doing. You keep going back and forth through the screens, reading the text, but it's less and less comprehensible to you rather than more. Still, it's just... kind of nice... letting your eyes roam over it. You really feel like you're getting a lot done... you're not sure what you're getting done, but you're proud and happy and relaxed that you're doing it. Finally, after realizing you've 'read' the same screen three times, you just let your hand drop to your side and stand staring at the screen, letting its perfect color scheme roll through your brain and making everything good.\n\n"..." Tril walks over slowly, and very carefully pokes you on the hip. When you don't respond, he raises his hands, hesitates, then grabs your ass with both smallish hands and gives a firm squeeze. Fine by you, you've got a screen to stare at. At your continued lack of response, he lets out a croaky cackle. "Bwahahahaha! It worked, it worked! Turns out that computer defense program I bought was worth every credit! The famous bounty hunter Cyan Ihde, and now she's hypnotized and mine to do with as I like!"\n\nOh, are you hypnotized? That would make sense. That's why everything seems good and calm and fine. You guess you're his to do with as he likes, that's nice.\n\n"Hey! You! ... Bully!" Tril snaps at you as he kneads your ass, his thin-lipped mouth curling up in a smirk as he adds, "Bitch! Cunt! You're mine to order around, right?!"\n\n"Yeah," you answer breezily, feeling nothing but peaceful as he verbally abuses you and delivers a hard spank to your plastilatex-hugged butt.\n\n"Turn around and lean down so I can fondle those tits, then!"\n\nYou'd rather keep staring at the screen, but eh, he told you to let him fondle your tits so obviously you should. You turn back to the short newtman and lean down, your expression not changing from one of vague contentment as he lifts his hands and cups your individually-outlined breasts, hefting them up and kneading them through the suit.\n\n"Huhu, I've really got you... the instructions said that any orders I give you at first will become permanent! So I think I'll order you to...!"\n\n<hr>\n(([["... be my mindless loyal slave!"|GGMS]]))\n\n(([["... fall in love with me!"|GGMS]]))\n\n(([["... obey me forever!"|GGMS]]))

"Let's intercept him, once Lykon's far enough away that he's not going to notice."\n\n"Affirmative."\n\nFor a little while you mostly watch as the ship draws slowly closer to the small, unintimidating vessel. One of the consoles near you slides in closer and spins around to the front, displaying what looks like weapons controls. Hm... seems pretty simple to understand, really. At the least you're fairly certain which buttons to press if you want to make his ship explode. Eventually, just as the smaller ship is about to exit the field, JADIS swings the Belladonna around from behind a rock and right into the passage between the two his ship had been heading for, looming above him. Presumably whatever weapons are being brandished are enough to dissuade him from running as he quickly comes to a stop and a panel reading 'Incoming Transmission' lights up in front of you.\n\nThe screen shifts to a cluttered ship interior, and what looks a lot like an upright blue-purple newt in a patched grey coat and a pair of goggles perched just above his eyes appears on the screen, nervously fidgeting with slightly stumpy fingers. "<i>Ah, is something amiss? I'm afraid I don't have any valuable cargo or really any credits, if that's what you're after! J-just a simple trading vessel, currently empty, not worth the energy cost to blast!</i>"\n\n"No credits, huh?" you say with a bit of a smirk. "So what, Lykon not pay you or something?"\n\nThe newtlike alien's whole body turns a slightly lighter shade of blue-purple. "<i>... Um...</i>"\n\n"That's what I thought. Tell you what, mister..." You trail off, staring expectantly at him... then roll your eyes. "That's where you provide your name, dumbass."\n\n"<i>Oh, uh, Tril! Tril is my name!</i>"\n\n"Okay, Tril, how about you nice and peacefully let me come aboard and we can talk about what you were doing for Lykon, or I can just blow you up right now. Got a preference?"\n\n"<i>... Please feel free to come aboard.</i>"\n\n"Thought so."\n\nJADIS maneuvers the Belladonna over, apparently finding a linkup where both ships can join together. You climb down a short ladder through a hatch and drop into what looks like a cluttered cargo bay, not with orderly stacks of crates but more like various boxes and a few haphazard storage containers. Tril's standing there, fidgeting and squirming, his tail poking out between the back flaps of his long coat and wiggling back and forth. "I-I assure you, nothing nefarious was-!" he blurts the moment your feet are on the floor, looking up at you... his head just barely meets the level of your chest.\n\n"Save it. I know you're a contact for the Reaping Ones. And I'm betting if you are, you know who I am too." At the little shiver of obvious fear that runs through him, you can't help but smirk a bit. "So obviously I'm not inclined to be merciful to anyone that helps them out. But maybe if you cooperate I can let you go on your way, as long as you promise never to work for them again. Now, tell me what you were doing for them, and what you told Lykon."\n\n"... A-alright," Tril says with a resigned sigh, slumping his head. He sighs and points to a nearby computer terminal set in the wall. "Go ahead and access my computer, it's unlocked... it has all the information on my dealings with the Reaping Ones."\n\n<hr>\n[[Look through the computer.|GGMS6x3]]\n\n[[Look around the cargo bay.|GGMS]]\n\n[[Lean on Tril some more.|GGMS]]

"Follow the contact's ship, I want to find out what he told Lykon and if he knows anything more about the Reaping Ones."\n\n"Affirmative. Shall I plot an intercept course, or a surveillance course?"\n\n<hr>\n[[Intercept.|GGMS6x2]]\n\n[[Surveillance.|GGMS]]

You catch yourself about to lick your lips and force yourself not to look so nervous. You're pretty sure from observing her that you know the answer that would please her the best, but you still think you might be taking a risk. But here goes.\n\n"I think the most important thing is to do every task so that you get it right the first time, even if it takes a bit longer than the company would like."\n\nThough Mrs. Lane's expression doesn't change that much, you do sort of get the sense that she's deliberately keeping it that way now. "Oh? Really?"\n\n"Like the saying goes, 'measure twice, cut once', right?" you answer, giving her your best smile. "In a corporate environment, if you don't measure twice and go ahead and cut, a lot worse can happen than just needing to buy another board, right?"\n\n"Mm. Indeed, though 'another board' might be an actual consequence." Mrs. Lane actually, finally smiles a bit. "Very well, Ms. Teele, I think that you'd be a wonderful fit here with us at TrainInc."\n\n"I'm really glad to hear that," you admit, trying not to sound <i>too</i> relieved.\n\n"Yes, I thought you might be, considering that our background check discovered no current place of residence." Her smile turns slightly sympathetic as you blush. "I'll write a letter of recommendation to the apartment manager myself, if you like." She returns her gaze to the folder, mming quietly. "Now, we'd like you to start immediately, and there are three positions available as long as you can begin today."\n\n"Certainly," you answer, feeling your head spin a little. Now that you have this new job, it's moving so fast! But wow, you're employed! And might even have a place to live before the end of the day!\n\n"Firstly, we have a position open in the data entry pool. It is one of the lowest positions at the company, and you'll be on a temp-to-hire probationary position. However, after forty-five days, should your performance warrant it, you will become a full employee of TrainInc. and immediately receive full benefits and a small raise. One year from today you'll become eligible for internal promotion to a variety of positions, based on elective training courses you may have taken during your time in data entry. If you're interested in a more immediately permanent and better-paying position, albeit one with slightly less independent upward mobility, one of our executives requires a personal assistant slash secretary. His own departed the company rather suddenly and he needs someone right away. While you wouldn't be offered automatic interviews for other positions, you would have the opportunity to move through the company with him as he himself is promoted, and seek out other options if you care to. Finally, we do have need of a Logistics Operations Representative."\n\n"... ah..." You hope your face just looks blank and not stupid.\n\n"We have a number of specialized trainers around the world who are working on-site with clients," Mrs. Lane explains, luckily not seeming to hold your confusion against you. "Sometimes they need documents and supplies that it is not always secure or cost effective to send by courier or mail, and at times they simply need another pair of hands to assist them. It would be a great deal of travel, and even at times a bit of danger since we operate in foreign countries that are experiencing... shall we say, difficulties... but considering the bonuses for travel time and occasional hazard pay, as well as the additional benefits packages offered, it is a very lucrative position for someone that is ready and willing to perform capably and precisely. Also someone who is willing to be on a plane to Europe in eighty-seven minutes."\n\n<hr>\n[[Take the data entry job.|CelOffice]]\n\n[[Take the secretary job.|CelSec]]\n\n[[Take the LOR job.|CelSpy1x1]]

You take a moment to glance at the player's account, grinning as an idea starts to percolate. Looking back at the elf, you switch to private messages (by leaning in and whispering) and say, "You know, I'm actually a GM. If the Gold Lock is really a mistake, I can get it taken off pretty fast. Want me to take a look at it?"\n\nThere's a good minute of silence before the typing icon pops up. "Sure that'd be great. I definitely never did anything wrong, so if it does look like there's anything it probably happened in the server transfer."\n\nUh-huh, and that DS cartridge just fell out of its package and into your pocket, pal. Instead you whisper, "Okay, I've got your account name. Go ahead and log out and watch your character list, it should take me only a few minutes."\n\n"thanx!" the elf answers before disappearing. \n\nWith your mingling of magic and server admin powers, you pop over to the equivalent of the last logout location of the Gold Locked character. You glance around... ah, the throne room of the Black Keep, an extremely high-level bit of player housing that's meant as a guild hall (and is practically impossible for a player to use as solo housing without some hacking or screwing over other players by scamming them out of special vouchers). Decorated with every blood-dripping skull, mostly-naked demoness sculpture, and suggestive painting the game has, too, pretty much as expected.\n\nYou take a look at the currently logged-out and thus invisible and intangible character. Also about what you'd expect, muscle sliders at near-maximum, the very edgelordiest high-end raid armor, an inventory full of hacked and probably-stolen-from-guild-banks-before-quitting items, and a bio that dances on the very edge of smutty and offensive enough to get reported besides being ridiculously juvenile. No surprises here. You could easily break the Gold Lock with a typed command on your real world keyboard or a thought from here, but first you need to make some below-the-armor alterations to the character model, and set up the spell that will draw the player into the game world and turn him into his character.\n\nAh, but the question is, what exactly shall you do once you have him in here? You could completely and utterly destroy his ego, bring his elaborate little power fantasy crashing down around his ears... easily the quickest and easiest (and possibly most satisfying) path to power...\n\n... or you could go the exact opposite direction and encourage him. This is obviously someone with a high sex drive and desperately wishing he could maraud around being the evil rapacious dark lord of his fantasies. After all, the more wickedness you create, the more power you'll get. You could essentially become his mentor, urging him on in his fantasy-made-real, seeing to just what depths of depravity a teenage edgelord can sink to when given free reign and encouragement.\n\n<hr>\n[[Humiliate him.|GGCandy]]\n\n[[Encourage him.|GGVW2x1]]

Let's face it, a lot of sex already goes down in MMOs. Sex with a short input buffer while two models stand facing each other in their underwear, but sex all the same. Lots of ego masturbation by constantly seeking the top tier armor and having higher numbers than everyone else, lots of swinging around oversized weapons... oh yeah, you think you can work with this. It will take some time, though.\n\nFirst, you need to get into your target MMO's systems. Picking one of the most popular swords & sorcery games, you gradually infiltrate the company's database and register yourself as a head of server development. (Again, a lot easier to do when you can project your consciousness into their building and wander around just by logging into the game.) Hey, power and an IT salary, how's that for working all the angles? You begin the setup of a new official server... with some rather unofficial (daresay, mystical) lines of code of your own thrown in on the gameworld image you import as you ready it for players. Once it's almost ready, you put out the announcements of a new server, with rewards for both using a (free) server transfer and for making a new character. That should see your new server going from empty to 'Heavy Population' status within the first day or so.\n\n"So not that I mind the visit, but why are you here if you've got a 'server' full of potential targets?" Tandy asks, grinning in amusement at you as her tits bounce and sway with her movements. \n\n"It'll still take a little while for the server to populate. People will need to decide which characters to move over, coordinate with friends if they're doing guild moves, go through chargen with new characters, all that," you reply, grunting a little as you buck your hips forward harder.\n\n"Wh'th ch'gn?" comes the muffled (and yet somehow still monotone) question from below.\n\n"Oh, sorry, character generation. Where you decide how your character's going to look and fight and all that."\n\n"Well, can't say I understand everything, but I doubt you'd know much about things like stringing and beading if I started going on about making candy, either," Tandy says with a little laugh, before moaning lowly and spilling her load down Mandy's throat. "I'm really proud of how much you've developed your style, Cyan. Make sure to come by and tell me how your first efforts went next week, alright?"\n\n"Mmmf." You shiver a little, then grin and slide your cock out of Mandy's pussy, leaving cum dribbling down her thighs. "Sure, will do."\n\nReturning home, you settle into your chair and bring up the server monitor software. Yup, plenty of players on now, it looks like, scattered all across the game world and all the various factions. Plenty of activity, alright, looks like things are at a level where you can get started. Nothing drastic, obviously... you're not going to do something stupid like pull everyone on the server into the game world, that would be way too easy to notice. But one or five here and there? That should be just fine!\n\nYou log in your very special account, and soon find yourself opening your eyes in the player starting area for the Azure Alliance. It's definitely interesting to look around and see (and feel) the game world from an inside perspective... even though you're in the game, it's all still got that still slightly shiny, plastic-y veneer to it, from the grass and trees to your skin. You check yourself over... your avatar is customized to look like yourself, despite the game not really having those options, and you're maximum level despite being new, and wearing "armor" that's also not in the game in the form of a black tubetop with glowing blue runes, a long black loincloth with same, and high black gloves and boots, a staff styled after an elongated version of a motion-based console controller in one hand. You're probably semi-obvious as a GM account, but those happen on this game, so it's nothing that will draw undue attention.\n\nYou glance around at other characters walking past, and by focusing a bit on them can get a glimpse of the player behind them and sense their connection. Good, everything seems to be working just as planned. Now, to begin!\n\n<hr>\n[[Muck around here in the starting area.|GGVW]]\n\n[[Head to the beginner town.|GGCandy5x11]]

While there are a lot of delightful possibilities of ways to muck about with newbies (or similarly, bored oldtimers playing through the same starter quests for the hundredth time), there's likely to be more going on at the starter town nearby (Kinshire, you think is the name), the sort of halfway point between the starting area and the faction's main city. You head off down the dirt path that leads to it, grinning at your own jiggle physics as you walk... and laughing a bit as a mostly naked male demon-race goes running past you, apparently on a tear to join up with his guild or friends somewhere else on the map. Then you laugh a bit more at the fact that a word balloon reading 'Hahahahahahahaha!' appears over your head when you laugh.\n\nEventually you arrive at the starter town, which is little more than a few decorative buildings (though you've repurposed at least one of them with certain things in mind) and some stalls with the first NPC vendors standing in front of them. There's a small crowd of characters around the General Goods vendor, partly because she's the first place to unload the vendor trash you got during your starting area quests, but also partly because she's one of the more famous NPCs in the game, and famously adored, a cute 'girl next door' type with a bright smile... and big boobs underneath her simple peasant's clothes.\n\nThe starter town is also where the first mailbox of the game is, and you're not too surprised to see that there's a tall, slender elf (psh, Ehlffe) woman in her underwear doing the /dance emote next to it. It's one of the oldest and most classic e-begging routines there is, after all. She is pretty, with (gleaming) brown skin and (shiny) silver hair, short in back and long where it falls over one eye, and about as hippy and full-busted as the race's sliders will allow it to be (so still pretty slim). A glance at the player behind it reveals a teenage boy a few years older than you, gawky and looking annoyed (possibly at the lack of donors).\n\nYou also spot a hulking figure in armor, a human male from the style of it... he's not just max level, he appears to have mastered the post-level cap 'Ascension class' Juggernaut. From the word balloons occasionally popping up over his head, he looks to be offering to take lowbies on high-level dungeon runs to power level them... though you notice that when it's males that approach, or female dwarves, he always has some excuse about 'poor class synergy' or 'you're not optimized'. Obviously looking for a cute girl character to play literal white knight to, an impression only heightened by checking the player and discovering a scrawny adult man, slim-shouldered and with thick glasses.\n\nA bit away from him, you spot another character making occasional Looking for Group announcements. This one's a female demon, the Ninja class by the looks of the starter quest black tunic and fairly unspectacular giant shuriken stuck on her back. Red-skinned and with vivid purple hair, you notice that she's not only not in her underwear, but seems to be manually typing the looking for group announcements. A glance at the player discovers this one is in fact an actual girl, a rather pudgy teenager in sweats.\n\nAlmost directly across from her is a female angel ("Anjal"), a cash shop class, tricked out in the highest cash shop gear a character of her low level can wear, meaning a rather sexy white dress that shows off the character's huge boobs and luscious legs to good effect, an 'infinity' level golden sword at her hip. She's constantly doing the blows-a-kiss emote (which involves leaning forward and shaking her tits some) as she spouts an innuendo-laden (and copypasted) looking for group invitation. Obviously someone interested in attracting some fanboys to do all the tough fighting for her. (Why she and the Juggernaut seem to have failed to notice each other, you couldn't say.) You glance at the player behind the character and almost do a double-take... isn't that the same girl as the demon? It takes you a moment to realize, no... the room's nowhere near the same, it's obviously much bigger and more expensively furnished, and the sweats she's wearing show a prominent designer label. Still, they look enough alike that it can't be a coincidence.\n\nStill, you're here to create wickedness, not to satisfy your curiosity. (Necessarily.) So, who will your first target be?\n\n<hr>\n[[The NPC's fanboys.|GGVW]]\n\n[[The dancing elf.|GGCandy5x12]]\n\n[[The white knight.|GGVW]]\n\n[[The serious player.|GGVW]]\n\n[[The manipulator.|GGVW]]

"Oh yeah I heard about those!" Keiko immediately speaks up with a sparkle in her eyes. No guesses about who submitted this one, then, despite her masterful subtlety. "Supposedly there's this one neighborhood where if you're passing through juuust at midnight, and you look in an alleyway, there's this pack of biiiiiig black dogs with <i>yellow</i> eyes! Like definitely the sort of dogs you don't really see in Japan! And then if you make eye contact, they charge at you, but if you run from them, you're like suuuuuuuper doomed, and some horrible fate will befall you in seven days!"\n\n"Oh my," Mayuri says, in a tone of deep interest. "What happens if you don't run?"\n\nKeiko lifts a finger and opens her mouth... then blinks. Blinks several more times. Then puts her decorated nail to her glossy lip. "Ummmmm... I'm, like, pretty sure everyone's run, though?" She looks a bit sheepish as she adds, "I mean they're like, supposed to be pretty big dogs, yanno?"\n\n"Mmmmm," everyone else says, folding their arms over their chest and tilting their heads, acknowledging the truth of that.\n\nOf course a moment later Rina pipes up and says, "Alright then! Let's narrow down the neighborhood, and we'll pick out a nearby place to meet around 11:30! Oh, and everyone remember to wear your uniforms."\n\n"Er... why the uniforms?" you speak up.\n\nThey all look at you as if you'd gone a bit deranged in the head, before Rina explains, "Well, it is a club activity, the rules state that we're supposed to wear our uniforms for official club activities."\n\n"Or if we're going to be going past the school when we go somewhere else," Mayumi adds.\n\n"Or if we're on our way to a study session," Nyoko notes.\n\n"Or-" Mika starts to pipe up.\n\n"Right, right, I'm starting to get the picture," you mutter, rubbing at your forehead. \n\n"The school you went to before must have been <i>very</i> lenient!" Rina observes.\n\n"Y'know, I'm starting to realize."\n\nIn any event, Keiko turns out to have quite a bit of information about the neighborhood where the Black Dogs have been seen, and much of the rest of the club time is spent with the others figuring out how to alibi each other to their parents, though some of the others apparently also live by themselves. But in any event you go home, change out of your uniform, eat and watch a bit of anime, change <i>back</i> into your uniform (oy), and head out.\n\nYou're not surprised when you get there that Keiko's already there and practically vibrating with eagerness, though Rina and Mayumi have also both arrived before you. Kuro and Mika arrive together, and finally Nyoko shows up with a faint air of 'if I <i>have</i> to'. (You guess this is one of the ones without even the faint whiff of government conspiracy about it, but at least she turned up, eh?) \n\n"Alright, everyone!" Rina calls, bringing things to order. "We've still got a little time, but just to make sure, we'll go ahead and start walking up and down through the area, looking in the alleyways! Remember to keep your phones handy and ready to snap a picture or record!"\n\nYour little group sets out, chattering and talking about mostly random subjects as you walk along the streets. (A bunch of teenage girls, wandering the streets in the dead of night, specifically approaching dark alleyways? Yeah this is a <i>brilliant</i> plan! Oh well, there's seven of you, safety in numbers should at least apply.) Though as midnight gets closer you notice everyone getting quieter, and a faint sense of edginess or maybe even unease setting in. Maybe it's that these streets are so <i>quiet</i> and abandoned. Well, y'know, it's probably not normal for many people to be out this time of night in this part of town, but... still.\n\n'Anyway, isn't this more like the legend of that... black shuck, or whatever it's called?' you think with a frown as the lot of you go along. 'Pretty sure they made an SCP out of it. It's not a Japanese myth though, is it? Someone's probably been reading too much creepypasta...'\n\nYou just almost miss it even when you do look into an alleyway, since nothing had been happened and you've gotten kind of eager to move on. But then you realize that there are a number of dark shapes inside... and that as you're looking, you can see multiple pairs of ears perk, very bright yellow eyes shining out of the darkness. You must make some sort of noise because everyone else stops and looks as well, similarly coming to a stop and staring as one of the forms detaches from the others and steps out of the shadows.\n\nIt's a big, black dog. Extremely black. Enough so that even with it being in better light from the streetlamps, you can't even really see enough details to make out what sort of breed it might be... just that it's large and muscular, with pointed ears and a long powerful-looking muzzle and those bright, almost glowing yellow eyes staring at you. As you're staring, another emerges to stand beside it, and another on the other side, and you can see more shuffling in the alleyway behind.\n\n"Uh... they're kinda more, like... real... than I thought they'd be, yanno?" Keiko says faintly.\n\nAlmost as if prompted by someone speaking, the lead dog lets out a low 'Boof!' and the whole pack starts charging forward!\n\n<hr>\n[[Run!|GGJSBlackDogs]]\n\n[[Freeze!|GGJSBlackDogs]]

Several of your friends are going to have quite nice Halloween parties, it doesn't seem like it would be nice to compete by having one of your own or blowing off going out entirely. No, you'll attend someone else's. So let's see, you have some treats to bring, a nice seasonal wine as a gift of thanks, some cards to leave around with your blog on them (doesn't hurt to network), have you forgotten anything?\n\n... Oh no, you've forgotten a costume! How could you?! You got so wrapped up in everything else fun to do that you've completely neglected to get yourself a costume. It's the afternoon before Halloween, the only time that it would be worse to go shopping for a costume is if you waited until tomorrow morning. There's no time to make one, either, at least not a decent one!\n\nYou hurry to your computer to do a quick search for good last-minute places to get a costume. Luckily it turns out that there's a shop that's actually called "The Last Resort" and apparently specializes in making sure it has a wide selection of seasonal items right up to the very day of. Whew! Actually this works out for you really well... if the place is worth a damn at all, it can both become a subject for your blog and a very useful resource for last-minute shopping, which let's face it, there will always be a need for. You hop in your car and head out to the strip mall where the place is located. It's got a rather plain sign over the door at one end of the strip mall, but it looks like there are no other signs... no doubt it gradually expanded and moved into the other slots as the other stores closed up due to falling out of necessity or trend... but procrastination is always in vogue, isn't it?\n\nYou walk in, finding the place a weird blend between cluttered and heavily organized. It feels cluttered because there are shelves everywhere, piled with numerous things... but everything is in fact on a shelf or rack, seems to be sorted and set carefully, and you can spot a trend in just the handful of racks you see. Part of the feeling of clutter definitely comes from the sheer variety of items you can see, definitely plenty of Halloween themed items but also birthdays, arts and crafts, you can see towards one end of the store some jewelry cases...\n\nAs you're glancing about, a pretty young woman with long black hair and relatively plain clothing wanders out. She's attractive but not particularly striking, other than her soft grey eyes. "Good afternoon," she says in a pleasant tone. "Forgive the assumption, but are you perhaps looking for a Halloween costume?"\n\n"Yes," you answer sheepishly. "I got distracted and forgot, and I have a party to go to tomorrow."\n\n"Please, don't feel bad. These things happen to everyone, and that's why I have this little store." She smiles at you, then gestures. "At a glance I think I have some things in your size, if you'd like to follow me?"\n\n"Oh, thank you!" you chirp, following her over to the counter where she ducks around, examining rows of boxes.\n\n"Let me see. I have one called '[[The Bounty Hunter|HollyOct]]'... it's a video game costume I think, but the character does have your colors, and it comes with some good accessories. There's a [[queen|HollyOct]] costume, lovely dress and costume jewelry to go with it. We have some [[dog|HollyOct]] and [[cat|HollyOct]] costumes that would fit you. A very nice [[witch|HollyWitchStart]] costume..."\n\n"I think I already have one of those somewhere," you murmur a little distractedly, craning your neck to try and see what she's looking at.\n\n"Oh, this one is much nicer than any you have at home, I promise." The woman smiles at you again. "This is actually a very special one, it even comes with a familiar."\n\n"A... familiar? You mean a stuffed black cat or something?"\n\n"No, an actual black cat." At your blink, her grey eyes twinkle a bit. "Don't worry, it's been very well-trained. I'm sure you'll find it a wonderful companion even after the season has passed. But, if that is not to your speed, we do have an [[angel|HollyOct5x2]] and a [[ninja|HollyOct]] costume that I think would both fit you as well. Any of the costumes that don't come with full accessories, I'm sure we can find some things here in the store to round them out, so please do let me know which you'd like?"\n\nHm. They do all sound nice. Of course, it might also be good to get something even more [[blatantly sexy|HollyOct6x1]] than all of those options... or you could just sort of [[dig around|HollyOct8x1]] to see what you can find.

"The angel one sounds rather cute," you note with a smile. \n\n"I think so too!" the woman agrees, before holding up a dress. Well, an outfit. You find yourself blushing a little bit at just how skimpy it seems to be. It's made of soft-looking, thin white fabric, with a mostly solid back to which two cute glittery stuffed wings are attached, flared ruffled shoulders that also have a winglike look, and a front that's... basically two wide straps coming down to the lower part of the garment, which is a light skirt that looks like it would probably barely come down to below your hips.\n\n"Um, it's a little..." Skimpy? Slutty? "Short?" you proffer.\n\n"Oh, don't worry, we'll find you some very cute matching panties to go with it," the woman says breezily, walking out from around the counter with the little thing.\n\nWhich wasn't at all your concern, but somehow you find yourself following her around the shop without further protest, picking out a pair of lacy satin panties, some rather pretty costume jewelry gold bracelets, a white ribbon choker, and some flat white sandals with straps going all the way up to the knee. She even finds a little clip-on halo with an almost invisible support stick and internal LEDs to make it glow yellow. You're practically already in your car before you remember that you were going to try to point out you hadn't really meant to get such a revealing costume.\n\n"... Oh well," you say aloud, setting your bag in the back of your car before clambering in. "It is an adults-only party, and I guess I was thinking of maybe going a bit naughty anyway." Still, you make a mental note that when you write about The Last Resort in your review, you should mention that the saleswoman is a bit of a smooth talker.\n\nThe next night you get dressed, pulling on your new panties and feeling them fit snugly on your rear and against your crotch, before wiggling your way into the gauzy angel dress. Once you've clipped the gold-colored belt around your waist, you turn back and forth a bit in front of the mirror. A bra would be impossible in this outfit, considering the completely open middle, so your breasts are pretty much on display, the thin fabric hugged up against them on the outer curve and stretched away a bit at top and bottom. The skirt is long enough to conceal your panties... just. As long as you don't make any sudden movements or particularly long steps, and forget about bending over. Well! You'll just have to be careful. Besides, there will be plenty of provocative costumes! ... You assume. You sit down to put on your new sandals and the rest of the accoutrements, then head out to the car.\n\nArriving outside the large old building where the party is being held... you think it used to be a church but now has become just a 'party rental hall' or somesuch... you take a moment to clip on your halo and turn it on before heading in. You're actually appreciative of the light since it's a bit dim inside, the lighting set to 'mood' rather than ease of seeing. There are quite a number of people here already, though you don't immediately see anyone you know. They're scattered about in groups and clumps, with a sort of wide dispersal that makes most of the area seem full. A lot of people are drinking and talking by the light of the candles and jack-o-lantern shaped paper lanterns, with other activities scattered around. Luckily you do see a fair number of other skimpy (or just plain provocative) outfits so you don't feel out of place.\n\nLet's see, now what to do. You could [[look for your friends|HollyOct]], though you think that might be futile... between costumes and the crowd you'd be better off just hoping to bump into them. Maybe you could just find someone else to hang out with until they find you. Oh, interestingly enough, there's a group of guys dressed as [[demons|HollyOct]] over in one area! They're pretty good costumes, too, most of them are fairly large, and either muscular or a firm sort of stout, so hey. On the other hand of things related to your costume there's a woman dressed as some sort of [[nun|HollyOct]], though it seems to include a latex bodysuit and some knives and such, you guess she's a monster-hunting badass nun or something like that. Hm, there also seems to be a grouping of people dressed as some sort of [[cultist|HollyOct]], to judge by the ominous robes, pentagrams, and leather-bound tomes they're holding.

"Yes, my Lord," both golems say in almost perfect unison this time, Tonya rising to her feet and both of them moving over to the occupied Golem Frame.\n\nToren thrashes, and obviously tries to shout for his sister not to obey and to help him instead, but the flesh golem made from Tonya doesn't even change expression as she grabs him by the left leg and arm, she and Gleam easily hefting him up and holding him despite his struggles when the Golem Frame releases him. They carry him over to the Slime Transformer's platform and set him down, whereupon it activates its magical restraints, holding him in the same A-pose his sister was in before.\n\nYou activate the inventory screen and unequip his armor, clothes, and even the panties in his mouth, leaving him gasping, then standing there for a moment blushing in shock and humiliation at having his rock-hard prick jutting out in front of him, revealing the shameful arousal resulting from watching his sister be transformed into a cocksucking dungeon monster. Then he gathers his wits enough to stammer, "W-what are you going to do to me?!", sounding a bit more on the 'scared' than the 'defiant' side.\n\n"Well, you're on the transformation platform, I'm going to transform you, obviously," you reply breezily as you open up the text entry panel again.\n\n"In-... into what?"\n\n<hr>\n[[A flesh golem.|GGDungeon]]\n\n[[Equipment for Tonya.|GGDungeon9x1]]\n\n[[A pet for Tonya.|GGDungeon8x4]]

"I'll make you a nice pet to help Tonya on her new mission!" you declare cheerfully as said flesh golem moves to stand beside you, staring at her naked, terrified brother with cool, unfeeling eyes. "You'll like that, won't you?"\n\nToren opens and closes his mouth a few times, clearly torn between not wanting to be changed into some sort of creature, but also the fact that yes, even as she is, he still wants to protect and help his sister. While he's wrestling with his emotional turmoil, you turn your attention to the menu panel. Now, to put in the details and turn him into-\n\n<hr>\n[[-a wolf.|GGDungeon]]\n\n[[-a healpet.|GGDungeon]]\n\n[[-a zapcat.|GGDungeon]]\n\n[[-a tame kobold.|GGDungeon]]

That's right, eating the cookie last time was super relaxing, wasn't it? Before you know it you're biting into the soft cookie and firm frosting, your motions becoming almost mechanical as you devour it steadily, your shoulders once again slumping and eyes going heavy-lidded and glassy. Once again you turn and follow Tandy at her command, trailing after her into the utility closet with its shelves full of cleaning solutions and faint ammonia odor. \n\n"Now I know this is supposed to be testing, but I must admit I've really enjoyed myself thinking out what to do with you," Tandy coos. "Let's go ahead and start like last time and have you pee your pants, Cyan."\n\n"Yes, ma'am," you answer, even as wetness begins to spread across the crotch of your jeans, piss once more running down your inner thighs and dribbling to the floor as the denim becomes saturated.\n\n"Still just as obedient as ever, peeing on demand!" Tandy squeals with delight, giving a little laugh as she fishes out her cock again, stroking it lightly as she watches the dark wetness spreading across your already black jeans. "And again, go ahead and pull those down, but this time once you do turn around and bend over."\n\nObediently, you undo your wet jeans and shove them and the sodden blue panties beneath down round your knees, then turn to face away from Tandy and bend forward, putting your hands on your bare and slightly damp knees, displaying your piss-damp pussy to Tandy. Your expression doesn't waiver as one of Tandy's hands comes to rest on your lower back, and then her cock begins spreading your virgin cunt open around it, slowly sliding inside you, arousal starting to mingle with the urine already dampening your folds. "Ooo, arousal response despite no emotional response, perrrrfect," Tandy moans delightedly as she continues gradually sliding her cock into you. "I really am a genius!" she adds with a giggle, grabbing hold of your waist.\n\nTandy begins pumping her hips, moaning softly and sweetly as she fucks you in the dank little closet reeking of chemicals and piss. You stare emotionlessly at the floor as Tandy pumps into you, not so much as blinking as she delivers a testing slap to your bare ass, though your pussy gives a squeeze around her and makes her give another moan. "Oh <i>lovely</i>!" she breathes as she starts pumping into you faster, her balls swinging forward to slap against the front of your pee-damp crotch. Finally she gives a long, soft moan, her cock twitching inside you and spilling thick, hot cum deep into your sodden teen pussy without a hint of reaction from you.\n\n"Oh yes, these experiments are definitely a very lovely thing," Tandy says a bit breathlessly as she slides out of your pussy, and proceeds to stuff her still mostly-hard cum-smeared cock up your ass, forcing it in deep. "Definitely need to... nnnnh... continue them," she adds, sighing in a relieved tone as you feel a flood of much wetter and hotter fluid rushing deep inside you as she pisses deep in your ass. "And I've got your next series of commands allll planned out," she continues happily as she slides her cock out of your ass, bidding you to pull up your pants and stand up. You do so, feeling the cooled, piss-soaked cloth drag along your skin and adhere to you as you tug it into place, Tandy's own pee starting to leak out of your ass and into the seat of your panties and jeans as you stand. "Are you ready for your next bit of programming, dear Cyan?"\n\n"Yes, ma'am," you answer, before sitting up in bed. You blink a few times, disoriented by the darkness outside your window... then groaning as a smell tickles your nose and the feeling of warmth and wetness around your ass hits you. You again toss the topsheet aside and stare down... and then, more eagerly before, slide a hand down the front of your piss-soaked panties, desperately fingering yourself as you moan and gasp, your hips jerking and slapping your pantied ass against the wet spot on your bed.\n\nUnfortunately, it's not the last time it happens. At least every other night you awaken to find you've peed in your sleep, and every time you find yourself humiliatingly aroused by it, stuffing your fingers into your piss-slick pussy as you half try to remember the dream that brought all this about. You wind up having to secretly buy a rubber cover for your mattress and put extra sheets you bought yourself on over it... which means that the wet spot you usually find yourself frigging your pussy in is really more of a puddle. What's worse, you eventually find yourself battling the urge to pee while you're still dressed and awake. Usually you manage to resist until just before you're about to take a shower, stepping in and letting loose, moaning as you soak your panties and jeans and leave piss dribbling down onto the shower floor, then turning on the water to try and wash your clothes clean to hide the evidence.\n\nYou live in a constant state of embarrassment and shame, wondering if your parents are going to call you on all this at any time and reveal they've known all along. It's really stressful, you need to relax. You suddenly remember, didn't you go to a candy shop... sometime? It had cookies that made you feel really relaxed, maybe one of those would help...\n\n<hr>\n[[Go get a cookie.|GGCandy7x5]]\n\n[[No, bad idea.|GGCandy]]

Yeah... yeah, you deserve a treat. Maybe it'll help you unwind. Maybe it'll help you relax. Heck maybe that's all you need to solve this whole stupid issue, some stress relief. Yeah. Yeah, another cookie will help, yeah.\n\nYou make your way down the streets half in a daze, your body seeming to know precisely where you're going despite your distracted thoughts and sort of fuzzy memories of where the shop where you bought the cookie is. You feel a strange sensation as the sign reading 'Tandy's Candy' comes into view... a mingling of recognition, trepidation, and even slight arousal. It leaves you standing there blinking at the sign for a few seconds, before you walk inside and make a beeline for the front where the glass display counters are.\n\n"Oh my, hello again!" The well-endowed blonde behind the counter beams at you, apparently remembering you even though your own memories of her are a bit fogged. And yet you feel this is someone you should listen to, drawing closer as she says. "Let me guess, you came for another cookie? Well, -"\n\nShe continues on to say something else, but it's like there's a burst of static in your head... not audibly, as if there were a literal old TV crackling away between your ears, but that same sense of everything turning jumbled and to so much noise. You snap back to yourself with the feeling that time may have passed but you're not sure why... and are instantly distracted by the sensation of warm dampness soaking your panties, and then spreading through the denim of your jeans and down your thighs.\n\nYou somehow try to both blush and go pale at the same time as the sound of piss hitting denim and then starting to drip down onto the tile floor practically thunders in your ears. Your eyes sting, and you're somehow extra humiliated by the feel of warm wetness streaking down your cheeks as well. This is it, this is the thing you've been dreading for so long... it finally happened in public, you're standing there in the middle of a store as you wet yourself!\n\n"Oh deeeear," the blonde... you suddenly remember she's the owner, Tandy... says, putting her fingertips to her lips. "Oh you poor thing," she coos in a sympathetic tone as she rounds the counter, while you stand there trembling in shame and humiliation as a puddle forms around your feet.\n\n"I'm... I'm sorry," you choke out, fighting not to burst into sobs or just bolt right then.\n\n"These things happen," she says sweetly, reaching out to stroke your hair. "Poor thing. Been having this problem a lot lately? Well don't worry, I'll take you to someone that will get you fixed right up!"\n\nWith that she holds out a hand, clearly expecting you to take it. Feebly, somehow feeling you have no right to refuse, you put your hand in hers, allowing her to lead you back towards the front of the store. You wince some as she heads right out the front door, but again you can't bring yourself to refuse. It's so shameful, walking along with your urine-soaked jeans and panties rubbing against you, being led along by the hand like a child. You hope that it's not too terribly obvious that you peed yourself... you are wearing black jeans after all... but somehow you still imagine that everyone you pass must know and be laughing at you.\n\nTandy leads you about a block along, to a small residential district you didn't even know was there, tidy houses with old construction styles but seemingly kept up well. Up the walk of one of these the two of you go, with Tandy giving a knock on the door and flashing you a quick grin. A few seconds later, the door opens, revealing a woman dressed very much like she is, right down to including a witch's hat. Her dress, however, is a deep blue-purple in color, and the slit up the side of her dress is sufficient to show both her stockings, the garter straps attached to them, and the strap of her side-tie panties. She's got just as much cleavage on display, for sure. Her hair is brown and done in a long, thick braid that hangs almost to the floor, and she apparently just keeps her eyes shut as a matter of course. Smiling, she puts a hand to her cheek. "Oh, Tandy, hello! My my, is this her?"\n\n"Mm-hmm, this is the one, Monica!" Tandy chirps back, beaming and patting you on the head a bit like a puppy.\n\n'Huh? Did... did Tandy call ahead or something? I don't remember that,' you think in a bit of a daze, even as you stare at the floor and scuff a foot lightly.\n\n"Cyan, hm? Alright, leave your shoes and socks on the porch and then come in, dear, we'll get you all taken care of," Monica says gently, reaching out to take your hand from Tandy. Again feeling too embarrassed to say no, you toe off your sneakers and lean down to pull off your slightly damp socks, flushing in a fresh rush of shame as you do. You follow her inside, the little group stopping once Tandy has closed the door, leaving you to take a peek at the somehow extremely homey interior... it's hard to define what about the utterly normal-seeming interior makes you feel like it's such a family space, but the conclusion that this is a house run by a mother is somehow inescapable. Your eyes widen, however, as Monica moves in and briskly unbuttons and unzips your jeans, giving them and your panties a few quick tugs downward and baring your piss-damp pussy. "Let's get you out of these wet things, hm?" Monica coos, easing herself lower to start working the jeans down further.\n\nIt must be the shock, you tell yourself, that's why you're not resisting. Or, that's why you're participating, you think as you numbly pull your own legs out of your pants once Monica has them around your ankles. You stand there as she reaches in, hooking her fingers under the edge of your Halo Spartan T-shirt and running them back and forth. "Did your cute cartoon robot shirt get wet? No? Oh good, we'll just go ahead and leave that on," she continues cheerfully, pausing to produce a packet of baby wipes and rubbing her hands, before taking your hand again. You follow her a little robotically into the next room, where you jerk back a bit in realization. This... is a nursery?! It lacks a crib, but the baby-ish motif is obvious, as is the somewhat sized-up changing table set nearby. "Now, let's hop you up there and get you all changed!"\n\n<hr>\n[["O... kay."|GGCandy]]\n\n[["Wha... no way!"|GGCandy]]

"I could go for a cookie," you decide after a few seconds of thought.\n\n"Of course! Candy is dandy, but anything sweet and lovely is a blessing, and sometimes you just want to feel your teeth sink in, hm?" Tandy chirps as she moves a bit further down the counter, reaching in to a tray of white-frosted cookies with chocolate swirls atop them. She plucks one out with tissue paper and passes it to you across the counter. Accepting it, you check the underside out of curiosity... the cookie's a sugar cookie with a chocolate spiral in it as well, just going the opposite way as the frosting. Huh. In any event, you take a bite. You're not sure what's supposed to be so relaxing about it, despite all the frosting and chocolate swirls it mostly tastes overwhelmingly of vanilla. Actually, maybe that is sort of relaxing... the taste of vanilla almost seems to spread out from your tongue and feel like it's suffusing your whole head. You take the second bite a little slower, feeling tension start to ebb out of you as the pleasant, vanilla-y feeling spreads gradually through your whole body.\n\nEventually you set the tissue down mechanically, then let your hands fall to rest at your sides. Your shoulders have slumped, your eyes half-lidded and a bit glassy. Yes, you're definitely really relaxed. You're so relaxed you can't really think, and that doesn't bother you at all. You don't even really want to go to sleep, it couldn't be any more restful than this.\n\n"Oh good, it looks like the new formula is working," Tandy says cheerfully, making her way out from behind the counter and towards the back area. "Cyan, come this way, please."\n\n"Yes, ma'am," you reply a little distantly, instantly turning and following her at a slow, steady amble. You follow Tandy through a door into what must be a utility closet, a fairly large one since there's room enough for both of you to stand. The floor is plain polished cement with a drain in the center, the smell of chemicals obvious but not overpowering. Tandy directs you to turn on the rather dim overhead light and close the door, after which you turn to face her, face still blank.\n\n"Now let's see. Last time the control didn't run deep enough to cause the subject to obey bodily commands they weren't already ready to," Tandy muses aloud as she looks you up and down. "Had some hesitance about anything embarrassing too. So let's see if we've overcome that. Cyan, pee yourself."\n\n"Yes, ma'am," you answer in the same rather flat tone you used before. Instantly a wet spot appears between your legs, the feeling of hot dampness spreading out as that spot grows larger and larger, sliding down your thighs and trickling down your legs and into your socks. Droplets of yellow seep out of the soaked crotch of your jeans and spatter to the floor.\n\n"Perfect!" Tandy squeals happily, giving another little finger-clap. "Lovely. Hm, go ahead and undo your pants, dear, pull them and your panties down to your knees if you would."\n\nWithout hesitation you reach to unbutton and unzip your jeans, hooking your thumbs into the waistband of them and your piss-soaked panties, shoving them down to bunch around your knees and leaving your wet, smooth crotch and thighs bare to her lilac gaze. At her next order you sink down, settling onto the wet, bunched-up denim and opening your mouth, not so much as blinking as she draws the slit of her skirt to one side to reveal a long, thick cock that she begins stroking to full erection, then rubs against your face and stuck-out tongue.\n\n"Not even a blink, you're so relaaaxed," Tandy coos as she slips the head of her cock into your mouth and thrusts a few times, rubbing the tip of her dick along the roof of your mouth. She puts a hand atop your head to hold it still as she pushes forward, giving a soft noise of delight as you don't so much as gag as her thick prick pushes your throat open and slides deep into it. She doesn't stop until her balls are on your chin and your nose is pressed to her hairless crotch, and she stops where she is. "Let's seeee," she murmurs, watching your expressionless face as she stays in place. You begin to feel light-headed but are so relaxed you don't really care, even as your vision swims and some tears start slipping down your face. Finally Tandy pulls back enough for you to draw in a quick breath, before she slides back in, giving a few more pumps before starting to blast her load down your throat, moaning softly as you swallow reflexively around her shaft. "Still a few involuntary physical responses, but no resistance or struggling, that's about as good as I could ask for," she huffs happily as she draws her slightly cum-smeared cock back.\n\n"Mmm. May as well make use of you while I have you here," she murmurs, gripping her now half-soft cock with one hand to aim it. She lets out a soft moan as, after a moment, a heavy stream of piss spurts out the tip and right into your still-open mouth. The somewhat coffee-scented and tasting stuff pools on your tongue, your mouth quickly full to overflowing, urine running down the sides of your chin and dribbling down to soak into your shirt. "Swallow," Tandy says almost idly, though making a happy noise as you unhesitatingly swallow your current mouthful of piss and allow her to fill you up again. "Excellent, just excellent! I think I've found the best formula yet! Now there's just one more thing I need you to do..."\n\n<hr>\n[[Wake up.|GGCandy7x3]]

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

You're mostly just browsing, may as well go up and say hello. Such is the path of politeness (and possible free samples). Passing the aisles, you head up towards the counter, which is a long L-shaped thing, one arm of it being display counters, the other an apparent ice cream section.\n\nStanding behind the counter is a woman you'd assume is a little younger than your mom, and dressed rather... oddly... for someone working a candy shop. Up top is an off-the-shoulder black dress that's scooped low over her very generous chest, and atop her head is a stereotypical witch's hat. She has thick, wavy blonde hair and pretty face, and vibrant... lilac?... eyes. You kind of want to ask where she got her contacts but that seems rude.\n\n"Oh, good morning!" she says brightly as she spots you. "I'm Tandy, welcome to Tandy's Candy! It's a pleasure to have you!"\n\n"Thanks," you reply just a tad distractedly, eyes busy skimming over the rows of what look like fresh-made treats. When you notice she's looking at you expectantly, it takes a moment for your brain to kick over from the usual interchange between employee and customer, which she apparently feels is inadequate. "Ah, um... I'm Cyan, nice to meet you."\n\n"What a lovely name! Well Cyan, as you may have noticed we're having our grand opening," Tandy explains, putting her hands together and clapping her fingertips excitedly. "To celebrate we have some specials, but more than that I'm trying out some lovely custom treats. Since it's been rather slow today, tell you what, I'd love to give you a free sample in return for some feedback."\n\n"Oh, sure," you reply, doing your best not to add a 'Just according to keikaku' grin. (That means plan.) \n\n"Now, I have several different sorts. Several varieties of [[milkshake|GGCandy9x1]] are new in the ice cream parlor, I could whip one of those up for you. Then there's a few inventions of mine, like the [[Chocolate Elf Truffles|GGCandy]]!"\n\n"Chocolate... elf?"\n\n"So light and airy and perfect, you'd swear they could walk on top of snow," Tandy replies with a wink and a giggle. "Then there are my [[Just Relax Cookies|GGCandy7x2]]! They're designed to help with therapy, they're very good at helping you forget all your worries. And finally, the ultimate in decadence, there's the [[Chewy Sugar Blobs|GGCandy]]!"\n\nYou can't help but grin at that. "No way, you actually named something 'sugar blobs'?"\n\n"Accurate, hm?" Tandy grins as she reaches into the case and plucks up... well, yeah, it looks like a red blob of half-solidified sugar, wobbling a bit in her palm. "Candy is a wonderful indulgence, I don't believe in trying to hide its, ah... sinful nature." Her eyes twinkle as she says it, making a little sideways kiss motion at the Sugar Blob before setting it on a piece of tissue paper on the counter. "In any event, what would you like to try?"

Unable to hold back any longer, you slide a hand over and wrap it around Donny's shaft. He makes a pleased little noise, but it's almost drowned out as Jonny continues telling a story about the time a Herschel Horse parade balloon got loose on a windy day. You begin slowly, lightly running your hand up and down, feeling all those bumps and rubs of the veins on the smooth black skin, how hot it is, the way it throbs against your fingers. You can't take your eyes off of it now, continuing to stroke it intently, firming up your grip and moving more purposefully, actually starting to pump it. You see a glistening drop appear at the large hole in the head, eyes fixed on it as it dribbles down an impression and slips along the underside of the shaft.\n\n"Here, don't be afraid to get a closer look," Donny murmurs, putting a hand on the back of your head and gently pushing you closer to his lap. Unresisting, you scooch in place on the couch to make leaning over easier, shuddering in pleasure as you feel your ass press up against Ronny's leg, your wet pussy rubbing on his outer thigh. Now that towering pillar and that big full sack dominate your entire field of vision, as if they were filling up your world. Your head swimming with the concept, the thick musky scent, and more beer than you're used to, any thoughts of shame or restraint quickly evaporate. Gripping the shaft with one hand, you slip the other under his sack and lift it slightly, moving it around to let them rest in your palm. God, they feel as big as baseballs. You lean your head in, pressing your nose close to the root of his cock and inhaling deeply, letting the scent of sweat and man and horse and dick slide up your nose and wrap around your brain.\n\n"Man, I get left out as usual," Jonny huffs as he finishes his story, leaning back and wrapping a hand around his own cock, starting to stroke it slowly as he watches you begin licking at the soft leathery skin of his brother's ballsack.\n\n"I'm sure you won't get left out, just don't be impatient," Ronny answers as he grips your thighs and lifts them, shifting you so that you're laying partially on his lap. His cock juts up between your legs, rubbing against your inner thigh as he begins letting his hands roam along your lower body. His big, thick fingers stroke over your thighs and your ass, giving your trim buttocks a squeeze, before he slips one hand between your legs and starts stroking them along your wet slit. You moan against Donny's balls as your sodden pussy finally gets the attention it's been craving, your hips twitching and bucking slightly whenever one of his fingers so much as comes in the same general vicinity as your clit.\n\n"Yeah, let Sam take her time. You've been wanting this for awhile, huh?" Donny says in a teasingly sympathetic tone, stroking a hand over your hair as you begin kissing and licking your way up his shaft.\n\n"Oh God yes," you moan softly, both in answer and in encouragement to Ronny as he continues to work his hands over your lower half. The squeezes of your thighs and ass are almost as good as when he rubs your pussy. You start lavishing your tongue all over the big blunt head of Donny's cock as Ronny slides a thick finger inside of you, starting to pump it in and out just a few inches while his other hand rubs your lower back. You glance across at the third brother, moaning softly at the sight of him pumping that big black horsedick. You give him a smile, cheeks flushed and breath coming in gasps. "I want you too... I want you so fucking bad..." Then you turn your attention back to his brother's dick, sucking and kissing around the edges of the head.\n\n"Sh-shit babe, keep talking like that and I'll go off early," Jonny groans, giving his dick a squeeze and then slowing his strokes.\n\n"Mm, what we have here is a national treasure," Donny murmurs affectionately, then leans his head back and closes his eyes with a moan as you push your mouth down over the head of his cock. It feels like your mouth is completely filled just with that, like you couldn't even possibly do anymore, and yet you know you won't be satisfied until your lips are kissed against the opening of his sheath. You start bobbing your head, eagerly sucking and slurping at it. Other girls have told you how much it sucks for a cock to hit the back of your throat, but you actually revel in the feeling of his blunt cockhead pushing up against the entrance of your throat and setting off a loud quagging noise.\n\nIn fact, just as you manage to push forward and start getting him inside, letting him bulge up the outline of your slender throat with his fat horsecock, Ronny slides his fingers to your clit and just full-out assaults it, rubbing it like mad. Your eyes roll up in your head as you cum hard, your body shuddering and twitching and your head sinking lower and lower, the waves of pleasure rocking you even as that thick dick slides down your throat. By the time Ronny's stopped frantically frigging your clit and let you come down from your orgasm, you really do have the entire length of Donny's monster cock shoved down your throat, your nose once again pressed to his crotch. Whimpering eagerly, you start bobbing your head up and down, sliding at least halfway up each time before gulping it back down like a pro instead of a first-timer. That well-timed orgasm now has you associating deepthroating with being almost as pleasurable as getting fucked, and you're not going to waste a moment of being allowed to suck on this big equine prick.\n\nYour leave thick layers of churned-up spit smeared all over his length as you slurp and gulp and gobble Donny's cock. Ronny for his part seems to be enjoying having you in his lap just fine, and you can feel his own cock rubbing against your inner thighs regularly as he strokes and squeezes you. One big hand pulls one of your asscheeks aside to allow his other thumb to tease at your pucker, making you squeal and groan around the thick meat filling your throat. Soon one pussyjuice-lubed finger is pushing up your ass, and you let your eyes roll up again at the feeling of his powerful digit working inside your little virgin asshole. He keeps going slow and wiggling it around a lot, getting you worked up even further, until you're almost frantic in your fellatio of Donny's member. Finally though he slips his finger out and instead presses your thighs tightly around his cock, actually moving your whole lower body as he rubs his dick between your thighs and along your pussy.\n\nYou lose count of how many times you cum from all that before Donny suddenly shoves your head down, actually holding you there with your nose grinding into his crotch. You can feel his cock twitching and pulsing and swelling even bigger between your lips and against your tongue and all down your throat, and realize that he's pumping your stomach full of his cum. The realization sets off the biggest orgasm yet, and the world dissolves into explosions of pleasure, your mind going almost blank from the intensity of your climax. You barely even notice when Donny yanks you up and off his cock, streamers of churned-up spit mixed with pre connecting your mouth and his dick, before Ronny yanks you around and shoves your mouth down over his own cock, hilting in a single shove and starting to pump his own load into your belly. A second brain-blasting orgasm overlays the second, leaving you twitching and shuddering, eyes showing almost nothing but whites. If someone asked you your name or what two plus two was at the moment, you'd probably answer them 'jizz'. To both.\n\nBy the time Ronny pulls you up and you push yourself up, panting and coughing and trying to get some sense of self back, you feel incredibly full and, if possible, more wanton than ever. You slide a hand down over your full-feeling belly to find it bulging slightly... they've pumped you <i>full</i> of their loads. You look over at Jonny, seeing him watching you with blazing eyes, hand still pumping his cock, which looks even bigger and harder than both his brothers' now, legs spread to give his aching balls to hang low and full of their load.\n\n<hr>\n[[Go suck him off.|DRJ2x5]]\n\n[[Tell him he can do whatever he wants to you.|DRJplaceholder]]

Smiling, you slide off of the couch and onto all fours, sinuously prowling over towards Jonny, your hungry eyes fixed on his face. Just a few hours ago you were a normal girl setting out on vacation, not prudish necessarily but certainly not overly sexual. Now you're crawling towards someone with your hair in disarray and your lower face shining from all the cock-sucking you've just done, your ass swaying back and forth as you move and your tits jutting beneath you, your stomach rounded from a double dose of horseman spunk. What a difference a few beers can make, hm?\n\n"I'm sorry you had to wait, baby," you purr up at Jonny, sidling up between his legs and rising to your knees. Again, never exactly the sort to "purr" anything, the sweet and sultry tone just seems to come naturally to you as you raise your hands and start gently stroking up and down the sides of the horseman's throbbing, trembling prick, his own hands falling away to the sides. "Is it really, really hard for me?"\n\n"Yeah," he breathes, giving a shiver as your fingers play up and down his length, tracing the lines of the engorged veins.\n\n"Worked up a big, big load all for me?" you almost babytalk, leaning forward and nuzzling his balls, practically burying your face in them. You rub your nose into the sack, letting the heavy orbs rub against your cheeks and lips.\n\n"Oh fuck, yeah," Jonny gasps out, hips twitching as you start giving his balls little kittenish licks.\n\n"Well don't worry, baby, I'm gonna treat you right." Grinning wickedly up at him, you quickly turn your attention back to his sack, rubbing your cheek against it, nuzzling it, sucking loose skin into your mouth. You suck and lick at the big orbs themselves, your tongue lapping at them worshipfully, every groan and grunt and moan from above you making your sodden pussy twitch. You'd do anything to please this big muscular horseman, you realize, and the thought of something else you could do comes to mind as you remember Ronny toying with your body. You duck your head down, actually nuzzling your way under Jonny's sack, enjoying the way it settles onto your face, actually leaves you completely in the dark with nothing but the feel of his heavy balls and the smell of them.\n\nJonny almost yelps as your tongue finds his asshole, but begins panting hard as you start licking firmly. Resuming pumping his cock with one hand again, he glances at his brothers. "Jesus, just look at her go. God, <i>fuck</i>!" he almost growls, leaning back hard against the couch. "Fuck she is just going to <i>town</i> on my asshole, man! Her tongue is fucking all over me!"\n\n"You are a goddamn keeper, Sam, that's for sure. We gotta fill out a mail forwarding address because no way we're letting you go," Donny comments, smirking as he strokes his own stiff dick again, smearing the dregs of your spit into the black skin.\n\nThough their voices seem muffled, you can't help but agree, at least in the heat of the moment... who could want more out of life than playing slut to three muscular, hung equine anthros? You push your tongue deep into Jonny's asshole, wiggling it around, shamelessly rimming him out while nuzzling against his sack. But finally your hunger for his dick overcomes you and you pull away, nudging his hand out of the way before sliding your mouth down over his length. Your gag reflex already a thing of the past, you don't pause even once, the wide flare of his cockhead proceeding the lesser bulge of his shaft as it slides down your throat. You stop with your chin on his balls, just swallowing and gulping, reveling in the feel of it stretching out and filling your throat, even in the desperate ache for oxygen. You roll your eyes up, your gaze locking with his right before you shudder in orgasm, your whimper of release sending vibrations through his prick.\n\nThat's really all it takes. Jonny cries out loudly and shoves his hips up hard, actually lifting you off your knees somewhat as he starts cumming. The change in angle has you sliding back and off of him, your throat and mouth now getting filled with jizz instead of cock, leaving you gulping rapidly and eagerly. His cock pops free of your mouth and wobbles wildly, spraying cum into the air, before he shoves to his feet and grabs it with both hands, stroking frantically. His next gushes of cum hit you right in the face, and you moan in ecstasy, holding your mouth open and jutting your tongue out as he spurts. His lips pulled back from gritted teeth, he jerks his prick madly, apparently intent on marking you with every drop of his pent-up load. Several shots go right in your mouth, soon overflowing it even as you try to swallow, but quite a bit goes all over your face and chest, your perky tan tits splattered with milky goo, droplets of jizz dripping off of your stiff nipples.\n\nThere's at least several pints of it all over your face and throat and shoulders and tits by the time he's done. Moaning happily, you run your fingers through it, feeling it slip and slide along your skin. You smear and stroke, pushing some of it back, rubbing more of it in. You want to cover yourself in it, feel it on every part of you, to where you can never escape the feel or smell again. You thoughtlessly, no, eagerly smear it into your hair, and smear it down your body, massaging it into your skin. The horsebrothers watch in almost stunned glee as you work Jonny's load across your whole body, until you're gleaming as if you'd gotten an oil massage.\n\n"Thank you," you finally purr at him.\n\n"We are so not going back to work today," Ronny murmurs, scrambling for the phone, his cock wobbling wildly back and forth as he runs.\n\n"Yeah," Donny says with a grin, walking over and picking you up. You squeal happily as he puts you over one shoulder and carries you over to the bed, dumping you onto your back. His big hands grab your thighs and haul you to the edge, his balls pressing up against your pussy as his cock lays along your belly, giving you a perfect idea of just how deep it will go. You whimper eagerly, wiggling in his grip, your hands grabbing your small tits and mauling them, tweaking your own nipples and bucking your hips in eagerness. Donny smirks down at you, then glances to one side. Frowning, he looks to the other. "Shit. Jonny, man, where are the condoms?!"\n\n<hr>\n[[Hurry, Jonny!|DRJplaceholder]]\n\n[[No, you can't wait!|DRJplaceholder]]

After a bit of consideration, you decide to start with <i>The Anthem of Canisaru Casru</i>. Everything that was mentioned as going on was said to be out in the woods, and this is apparently directly linked to those woods. Plus it's a bit more readable than <i>Infernal</i> since it's actually printed... though it looks like it was printed with an old, old movable type printing press. You settle down in one of the chairs at the table you've claimed, and Woolly thumps down nearby, resting his head on his forepaws and giving a gusty sigh.\n\nSoon you start wondering if you really made the more readable choice. Though printed, the tome uses a rather archaic tone of writing... it's not quite Olde English, but maybe a little like it, full of somewhat obtuse wording and the occasional apparently invented word that you sort of have to assume from context. You essentially have to read rather slowly and mentally translate everything, leaving you hunched over the book and frowning as you struggle for real comprehension.\n\nYour initial research that led you to the book indicated that Canisaru Casru was some sort of nature deity, like the animal spirits some indigenous tribes believed in. But as you read, you start to get the idea that the concept is way off base. It seems more like the writer believes Canisaru Casru is some physical thing, but not from this world... that he's incredibly, impossibly old, and probably beyond real mortal comprehension. It goes on to say, however, that what can be understood of its form is closest in shape and like to a dog. There's even an illustration of a carved idol to Canisaru Casru, showing a powerful canine body with a head that's strangely proportioned somehow and shoulders that are incredibly broad, and an endowment that's slightly out of proportion to the rest of its body.\n\nAt first bemused by such overt sexuality, as you continue to read you start to see that it wasn't incidental. Apparently the worshipers of Canisaru Casru believed that primal, bestial emotions were those best suited to communing with their... well, they keep calling Him, er, it, a god, even as they insist that it isn't a god as defined in any other religion. So a large part of their cult was sex... with each other, and with dogs, apparently. Your cheeks heat as you begin to read the accounts of different services and rites they'd perform, the descriptions highly evocative despite often shunning any actual mention of conventional sexual terms. And yet you can almost see it as it talks about a female supplicant to Canisaru Casru, bent over an alter, eyes rolling and tongue lolling as she's pounded at by a Rottweiler, her voice raised in worship to Him.\n\nSuddenly gasping as if you'd just come up for air from being underwater, you thump the book down to the tabletop and lean back from it. The sudden motion causes Woolly to raise his head and look over quizzically, and you look back at him, giving him a somewhat sheepish grin. The expression fades and instead you find yourself staring at him, your eyes tracking along his broad shoulders and powerful haunches, down to massive forepaws and imagining them on either side of your body as he-\n\nShaking your head, you slide your fingertips under your glasses to rub at your eyes. Okay, that is definitely a way too weird thought to be having. Maybe reading this book is messing with your mind... because you're tired, obviously. It's messing with your mind because you're tired and you're letting yourself think things you shouldn't. Wouldn't, normally, that is. Glancing at a nearby wall clock (the same plastic black-rimmed, white-faced clock that inhabits every government building no matter how fancy the outside is) you notice that you've already passed several hours absorbed in the book. Maybe it would be a good idea to take a break... or even give up on reading it entirely, since so far it hasn't yielded up many real clues, unless you count a bunch of bored small-town people getting into kinky sex and bestiality to alleviate their boredom. Which is definitely, totally what this is, absolutely.\n\n<hr>\n[[Stop reading.|WilmaCC1x1]]\n\n[[Keep reading.|WilmaLibrary1x2]]

You are a female between the ages of eighteen and twenty-nine. You've probably either just struck out on your own (to some extent) or you're just starting to get the ball rolling on the rest of your life. You may be living an utterly average, mundane life, or some encounter with the strange and unusual may have set you on a different course (or it could always be just ahead, though it's starting to get less likely at this age). You balance the openness and eagerness of a teenager with some of the responsibilities and tendency to be set in your ways as adults.\n\n<b>[[Callista|CallistaStart]]</b>: A twenty-three-year-old mixed martial arts competitor, you go by "Kali" in the ring. Attractive, tough, and skilled, you have a lot of opportunities ahead of you, and diverse offers from some very interesting people.\n\n[[Britney|BritStart]]: A twenty-five-year-old rich girl. You've mostly been living off of your trust fund, but now your older sister wants you to go on an archaeological dig with her.\n\n[[Wilma|WilmaStart]]: A twenty-two-year-old science nerd. You're interested in the supernatural, eager to see if it really exists or if it's just hokum you can debunk. You travel around with your friends to various places, investigating mysteries.\n\n[[Holly|HollyStart]]: A twenty-seven-year-old journalist, you work from home most of the time, maintaining your blog and trying to please both your editor and readers. Of course, it does leave you with a lot of time to indulge your personal passions... decorating for and celebrating holidays!\n\n[[Theresa|TheresaStart]] - "Teri" to your friends, "Sweetheart" to your husband. A young bride, married just out of college, and still excited to be a homemaker... though a shakeup's probably coming.\n\n[[Cassandra|CassStart]] - "Cass" to your friends... not that you have many. You're just almost a shutin and not very outgoing, despite your, ah, considerable physical assets.

"... Fine," you say with a sigh, dropping your hands and slumping your shoulders. "I'll plead guilty. I just... want to get this done with."\n\n"Alright, I'm glad you're seeing reason." A moment later the shimmery look in the air disappears, and she beckons. "Come on, let's head to the courtroom."\n\nYou follow Edwina into the court, and stand before a trio of cybernetic judges. From there it's really just repetition... the charges are restated, Edwina announces your plea of Guilty, and you're informed, again, that you'll be serving out the remainder of your five year tour of duty on a minimum security rehabilitation world. Once that's done, Edwina has you follow her and the bailiff out. "So seriously, it's just... an entire world?"\n\n"Yes, everyone there is either an employee of the system, an inmate, or support staff supplied by third parties," she explains as you walk down the hall. "It is for nonviolent offenders only, and it actually has lower crime rates than many worlds in the Allied Systems. Which may, of course, be due to the fact that everyone is required to be monitored at all times. They'll exchange that for a less intrusive one," she notes, gesturing at the collar you're wearing. "So all your activities will be monitored, and can be checked by your supervisor or other law enforcement at any time."\n\n"Fun," you say with a sigh.\n\n"You'll still enjoy a remarkable amount of freedom there, and be allowed to live a normal life to some extent. I really think you'll come out of this alright. Ah, that's the door to the transport ahead," she notes, nodding down the hall. "Probably later this month, I'll have a vidcall between you and your supervisor, they'll let you know when it will be. I'll speak to you again then and let you know if there have been any changes... hopefully I can get you an early release."\n\n"Thanks," you reply with a nod, before following along after the bailiff. The hallway beyond the door looks a bit different than the other one, maybe slightly more cramped. Eventually he stops in front of a door and presses a control to open it, gesturing you inside. The room within is small, with little more than a low shelf on one wall, a video screen on the other, and what you think is a toilet and sink. Once inside, the door closes, and with little else to do you sit down on the shelf and rest your chin on your hands, brooding on your situation. Eventually you feel a faint rumble and then a low, barely perceptible vibration that you suppose means the ship is underway. A little bit later, the screen blinks to life, showing simple text, along with a voiceover.\n\n"Greetings Recruit Cyan LaChance, SID. You are currently en route to the minimum security rehabilitation colony Orison, where you will serve out the remainder of your five year tour of duty. You have been assigned prisoner number 8971. Please memorize this number as you will be required to state it any time you identify yourself to staff at Orison, and when filling out forms."\n\nThat information all remains up on the screen for several minutes, before the text and voiceover continues, shifting slightly. "Orison is a global facility, aimed at simulating a variety of ways of life in order to acclimate offenders to a standard of living considered beneficial and normal for the majority of species in the Allied Systems. Your schedule will be regulated, and certain activities mandated or forbidden, but you are otherwise allowed and expected to be a functioning member of Orison's society. To that end, you are allowed to apply for various areas and workforces on Orison. You will shortly be offered a list of areas with openings. Touching one will submit your application. A supervisor or supervisors in that area will then review your application, and decide whether to accept or reject it. Should you apply for multiple areas, you will be assigned to the first supervisor to accept. Should you choose not to apply to any of the options provided, or should no supervisor in your selected applied area accept your application, you will be assigned to one of the 'overflow' sectors."\n\nAgain the text lingers for a few minutes, then disappears, replaced by a number of boxes with more text in them. There's about a dozen, though after reading most of them are just variations on a handful of options.\n\n[Island 7 - Tropical environment. Potential trades learned: Hospitality Services, Arts, Food Gathering & Preparation, Management]\n\n[City Sector 1851 - Urban environment, mild climate. Potential trades learned: Retail Service, Hospitality Services, Delivery Services, Law Enforcement, more...]\n\n[Agricultural Sector 99 - Rural environment, warm climate. Potential trades learned: Livestock Management, Crop Management, Veterinary Services, Equipment Operation & Repair, more...]\n\n[Dark Sector 36 - Inhospitable environment. Potential trades learned: Combat, Emergency Medicine, Survival Skills. Note: Selecting a Dark Sector assignment will reduce your sentence to eighteen months for full pay, with potential bonuses.]\n\n<hr>\n[[Apply for Island 7.|GGOri2x1]]\n\n[[Apply for City Sector 1851.|GGSR5x2]]\n\n[[Apply for Ag Sector 99.|GGSR7x1]]\n\n[[Apply for Dark Sector 36.|GGSR6x1]]\n\n[[Apply for everything but the dark sectors, just to be safe.|GGOri]]\n\n[[Apply for everything, period, to be a different kind of safe.|GGOri]]\n\n[[Don't apply for anything.|GGOri]]

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

"Just one of the regular beers, don't need anything fancy."\n\n"Suit yourself!" Jonny calls back, as Donny hands you the Middle of the Road beer he's holding and catches another one for himself. A bottle opener is passed around, and all of you set to sipping and beginning mild introductory chatter, though you can't quite bring yourself to ask just <i>where</i> they came from. Maybe the explanation would either make the fact that you're sitting having beers with three horsemen seem either much less real or way too real.\n\nStill, the first beer helps take the edge off, and by the time you're partway through the second everyone's chattering and laughing like you're all close acquaintances, the brothers telling horror stories of park work and you telling amusing tales of some of the events at school back home. Soon you start to take their, well, horsiness for granted. Besides, damn, look at their bodies... they're all amazing specimens, whatever their other traits may be. You find yourself staring rather dreamily at Jonny where he's sitting across from you, just watching him as he talks, all the little flexes of the muscles in his arm as he gestures with his beer bottle.\n\n"Careful there," you suddenly hear in a low, amused tone from next to you.\n\nYou blink and look aside at Donny, who grins and gives his head a little downward tilt. You glance down, then blush as you notice you've let your hand move to rest just above his knee and are rubbing slightly at his inner thigh. You blush brightly, and then realize your view's starting to track further up his thigh, towards a larger bulge that's not all that far from your hand. Yanking your view away since you know you won't be able to resist staring if you actually look, you tug your hand back into your lap. "Um. Sorry."\n\n"No big. Hey, actually, here's a thought," Donny muses aloud. "Why don't we all ditch the clothes? Since we're relaxing anyway." Seeing your eyes widen, he winks at you. "Doesn't have to be anything more than that, but getting in some naked time during the middle of the day is always refreshing, right?"\n\n"Sounds good to me," Ronny says cheerfully, already pulling his shirt off over his head and tossing it aside.\n\n"Well, it's up to you, Sam, what do you think...?" Jonny asks, looking at you intently.\n\n<hr>\n[[Naked time sounds... good.|DRJ2x3]]\n\n[[They can if they want, you're staying dressed.|DRJ5x1]]\n\n[[Actually, maybe it's time you left.|DRJplaceholder]]

You're more a creature of the suburbs, but the actual city seems far closer to that than a tropical island or a farm. Hoping for just a bit of familiarity and normalcy, you tap a few of the city assignments, their boxes turning green. \n\nSeveral minutes later, the boxes disappear, replaced with more text and another voiceover. "Your application has been approved by Supervisor Jhaz at City Sector 1851. Please report immediately upon debarcation and follow your assigned guide drone to the supervisor's office for further explanation and assignment." A nearly invisible slot low on the wall opens up, revealing a pair of simple clasp-fasten work boots and a folded orange windbreaker. "Please don the appropriate garments before exiting the ship."\n\nYou pass the rest of the trip in silence, though it doesn't seem like a particularly long time before there's a light shudder and the vibration stops, your door almost immediately sliding open. You step out into the hall, seeing that you were actually sharing your ride with about half a dozen other human-ish aliens. All of you seem a bit numb as you shuffle your way down the back ramp and onto what looks like a large cul-de-sac attached to a city street. There's a small flurry of activity as a handful of little flying things shaped rather like barrel d8s zip through the air.\n\n"8971. 8971. 8971," one of them drones, flashing yellow, the others doing much the same. \n\nYou step over to it. "Yeah, guess that's me."\n\nThe lights switch to green, and start pulsing in the shape of arrows. "Follow me, please." It immediately starts hovering off towards the sidewalk, pausing when it gets about seven feet from you and repeating, "Follow me, please."\n\nWithout much other option, you follow it (please). You guess you're going to get a chance to get a look at the city... and it is a fair bit like the cities you've been to on Earth. Shockingly similar, in fact. Maybe with more muted colors... it's almost like everything, even the people, have a bit of a gray wash put over them. Maybe it's the weather... solid gray cloud cover above, and the temperature's cool-but-not-cold and a little moist, as if constantly on the verge of rain. Really the only thing to distinguish it from a human city is the people walking around (and on the occasional sign, billboard, or window display). A lot of them are at least human-shaped if very different in coloration and features, but you see a decent amount that are... not. Including some that give you the urge to scream and run off, but somehow you don't think that 'fleeing in fear' would be a very good first day impression.\n\nThe drone eventually leads you into a very uninspired-looking office building and up some stairs, and over to a door with 'Jhaz - 318' on the placard. You glance at the drone, then shrug and knock. At the call of "C'mon in!" from inside, the drone flies off, so you go on in.\n\nYou jerk a little to a halt at the sight of the alien sitting behind the desk... partly because your lizard brain immediately shrieks 'SHARK!' Of course she's not a shark, but she does kind of look like one... or like a shark, an orca, and a human all had a drunken orgy and somehow managed to make one baby. She's got a lot of human features, though her head definitely has enough of a sharklike set that it nearly set off your fight-or-flight response. The orca comes in mostly in the black and white coloration, though she lacks the white spots around the eyes... and she does have hair, though it's long, pale blue, and glowing. She has strong-looking arms and an incredibly toned stomach, which is shown off since all she's wearing up top is a crimson sports bra. She blinks glowing green eyes at you, then grins with a mouthful of pale steel fangs.\n\n"You must be LaChance." She stands up, revealing that she's also wearing a pair of grayish-brown cargo pants and a long, thin black conical tail with flukes at the end, and gestures at the chair across the desk. "Have a seat."\n\n"... Thanks." You walk over to settle into the plain, hard wooden chair, wiggling a little as if that might help it be comfy.\n\n"Primate?" she asks genially as she sits back down.\n\n"... Pardon?"\n\n"I'm asking if your species is descended from primates. There's usually two sorts that have your sort of response to seeing me, piscines or primates, and I don't see any gills, so." She chuckles, obviously deliberately closing her lips over her teeth as she does.\n\n"Ah... yeah, pretty sure we are, yeah. Primates, I mean."\n\n"It's okay, you'll get used to me, we'll be seeing a lot of each other. Here, while I'm at it..." She opens a drawer in her desk and pulls out what looks like a smartwatch. Walking over to you and waiting a second after you tense up slightly, she taps it against your collar, which buzzes and loosens. She then slips it around your left wrist, the watch band fastening and drawing gently snug. "There. Now don't go trying to take it off, that would be dumb for a variety of reasons. Even if you did manage to get it off, removing your tracker's an automatic twenty year sentence in a Slam. You don't want that, especially when things can go so good for you here. Alright, so!" She leans her rear against the edge of her desk and rests her hands to either side of her. "I'm Jhaz, I'm your Rehabilitation Supervisor. I'm former Rangers, but I'm technically civilian law enforcement now. Either way, until we get to know each other better, it's 'Ma'am', I'll let you know when you can trade up to 'Jhaz', 'kay?"\n\n"Yes, ma'am," you agree, trying not to sigh.\n\n"Hey, look, don't be too down, kid. I know you feel like you got a bum rap, and after reading your file I'm inclined to agree with you. Captain Commander's infamous across the service for being 'eccentric' if you're in and 'a crazy twit' if you're out. But let me tell you, the first thing you've gotta do here is set that aside." She lifts a hand and makes a gesture of pushing something off to the left. "I know that sounds like a shitty excuse from someone who's part of the system that screwed you, but just take it as my personal advice after having done this so long. Brooding over whether you deserve to be here or not, it's not going to help you. If you spend five years constantly thinking in the back of your head about how the system's done you wrong, you are going to get held back. The best thing you can do is just look at the situation, realize you've got five years in this place, and hit it with all you've got."\n\n"... I'll try," you allow after a moment, slumping a little.\n\n"Good, if you'd said you'd just done it I'd know you were the sort likely to lie to me. That's my other bit of advice, never fucking lie to me," she adds, shaking a black finger with a white underside at you. "First of all because I'm here to help you, for real, and second because it will really piss me off."\n\nYou can't help but grin some. "You're not exactly what I'd expect from a professional rehab officer."\n\n"The people that being professional works with don't usually pick a city sector, that's the voice of experience again. But okay, let's take a moment and go over things real quick." Jhaz claps her hands together lightly, then rubs them as she continues. "Alright, first of all, living arrangements. You have an assigned apartment, not much more than a shoebox but it's clean and livable, it's up to you to keep it that way and I'll expect you to. Your tracker is basically the only thing you need, it's the key to your apartment, anywhere else you're authorized to go, and how you buy or requisition anything. You can go anywhere in 1851 or the eight adjoining sectors, anywhere further than that, you need to request permission from me first, and don't be a sulk about that I'll almost always grant it if you actually bother to ask. Obviously we've got the usual sort of laws that you have to abide... no vandalism, no stealing, no beating the crap out of anyone else. We have our own little legal system here and most of it's handled via fines and community service, but you screw up bad enough you might get kicked to a higher court and they retry you for a harsher sentence, you do not want that. Now..." She pushes herself up and moves back around the desk to sit, starting to type at her computer. "About a job..."\n\n"Job?" You blink at that.\n\n"Yeah, you didn't think that you'd just get to sit around relaxing for five years, did you?" She glances up and snorts good-naturedly. "You're required to maintain a form of employment at all times. Don't worry, I can always find you something."\n\n"So do I just work for free or what?"\n\n"No, you earn Orison currency. It's not good anywhere else in the galaxy but here, but you can use it for whatever you want... buy stuff, go to shows, get a better apartment, though you need to get with me and discuss it before you intend to move. Now, for a lot of inmates, they earn a portion of an Alliance Credit for every Orison Rubat they make. You're in from the Rangers so your pay when you get out is set at your Ranger salary. But, you can work for and trade for all the Rubats you want while you're here. Hell, some people get so rich in Rubats that when their sentence gets close to up, they rush around trying to apply for a civilian support job so they don't have to leave." She taps a button and the little faded silver cylinder next to the screen spits out a sheet of paper with a noise suspiciously like a laser printer sped up by about three times. "Okay, here y'go, here's what's currently available. Some of 'em are kinda broad, but that's because there's either multiple positions open that I can get you into any of, or we need 'drifters' that can do a little of everything."\n\nNodding, you take the sheet and look it over, trying to decide what to do with yourself for the next five years... for a start, at least.\n\n<hr>\n[[Hotel employee.|GGOri]]\n\n[[Delivery driver.|GGOri]]\n\n[[Retail employee.|GGOri]]\n\n[[Health center employee.|GGOri]]\n\n[[Prostitute.|GGOri5x1]]\n\n[[Rehabilitation Supervisor's assistant.|GGOri7x1]]

One of the classic niche fetishes of the internet. ... Hm, if it's a classic, does that really make it niche? ... Well, whatever, why not try it? You walk through the door, curious as to what's on offer. Of course, one of the first doors you see isn't exactly a surprise.\n\n[[Blueberry|GGFS]] - You try an experimental new concoction and wind up swelling up like the primary ingredient.\n\n[[Pool toy|GGFS]] - You're turned into a pool toy. (Simple enough, eh?)\n\n[[Balloon|GGFS]] - You're turned into a rather straightforward balloon.\n\n[[Sex doll|GGFS]] - You're turned into a cheap inflatable sex doll and used.\n\n[[Bounce house|GGFS]] - You're inflated into a bounce house for a youth birthday party.\n\n[[Bounce house (Adult)|GGFS]] - You're inflated into a bounce house for an adult birthday party.\n\n[[Bouncy ball|GGFS]] - You're inflated into a personal rideable bounce toy.\n\n[[Parade float|GGFS]] - You're inflated into a large float for a major parade.\n\n[[Spherical (Open-ended)|GGFS]] - You're inflated into a simple sphere-like shape until you end the program.\n\n[[Breast expansion (basic)|GGFS]] - Your breasts enlarge to several times their original size.\n\n[[Breast expansion (greater)|GGFS]] - Your breasts expand to a greater extent.\n\n[[Breast expansion (greater multi)|GGFS]] - As above but you also grow multiple pairs of breasts.\n\n[[Breast expansion (hyper 1)|GGFS]] - Your breasts expand a great deal, but you are still able to move with them.\n\n[[Breast expansion (hyper 2)|GGFS]] - Your breasts expand to a great deal larger than you are, immobilizing you.\n\n[[Breast expansion (hyper multi)|GGFS]] - As above but you also grow extra pairs of breasts.\n\n[[Breast expansion (macro 1)|GGFS]] - Your breasts expand to building size.\n\n[[Breast expansion (macro 2)|GGFS]] - Your breasts expand to national landmark size.\n\n[[Breast expansion (macro extreme)|GGFS]] - Yeah you'd just have to try it for yourself.\n\n[[Hourglass expansion|GGFS]] - Your breasts and ass expand until they've overcome the size of your body.\n\n[[Hourglass expansion (Oversexualized)|GGFS]] - As above but other sexual characteristics are also ramped up to the extreme.\n\n[[Belly filling|GGFS]] - Your stomach is filled to larger and larger degrees until you're ready to end the program.\n\n[[Womb filling|GGFS]] - As above but your vagina is the entry point.

"Don't you want to go back? To Earth, I mean?" you ask. "I think about it every day, how I want to go back. You must have been able to for a long time, so... why don't you?"\n\nConnors' finger stops in mid-click, her whole body going still. She's actually quiet for several moments... and when she speaks, her voice is surprisingly soft. "I wouldn't know how to exist anywhere but here anymore, LaChance."\n\nYou open and close your mouth a few times, not sure what to say to that. Finally you can only manage a "Why?"\n\nSlowly, she takes her hand away from the mouse and sits back again, though this time she doesn't turn to look at you, just at the wall. "... This does not leave this room," she says finally, the words coming out as if she were struggling a little to lift them.\n\n"... Yeah. Yeah, of course," you whisper.\n\n"... When I joined the Rangers, I knew it was the right choice, because I listened to that skill I honed. But it was also because part of me was scared to go back... to think of trying to figure out how to fit what I'd been through into that nice, normal everyday existence." She rocks her chair a little bit for a second before she continues. "Thinking about writing college applications with the experience of being the cargo of slaving space pirates just wasn't something I could wrap my head around. So, let's be honest... I joined the Rangers at least as much to run away from Earth and life there as anything else."\n\nHer thumb and forefinger rub together briefly, her head lowering a little to glance down at them. "I took the assignment here because it felt right. And maybe because I wanted to punish myself a little, because I knew that despite every brave thing I did as a Space Ranger, every person I rescued, every pirate I busted, the whole time I was really just running away. And the first five months I was here, I thought I'd certainly succeeded in punishing myself. I really wondered if I could take it, if I was going to crack and resign the way they all expected me to."\n\nShe takes a slow breath, lets it out, looks towards the blaster holstered at the side of her desk. "Then somewhere in month six, I started realizing that there was a different look in my eyes when I saw them in the mirror every morning. Couldn't figure out what it was at first, until I realized I'd stopped thinking about waking up in my bed on any of my postings in the Space corps. I'd stopped thinking of how I'd ever explain all of this to my parents, my brother, my friends. I was only thinking of here. What I was going to do tomorrow. Not long after, I realized that I really wasn't interested in trying to figure out how to fit this life back into my old one... because I couldn't. And because I couldn't, I wasn't interested in it anymore. This is what I do now. I get up. I run this bunker. I kill Fiends. And I do it because I stopped thinking about how I was going to deal with the memories of this place when I left... because I'm not leaving. Ever. And I'm telling you all this, Cyan..."\n\nShe turns her chair slowly, finally meeting your slightly teary gaze. "Because I've started to see the tiniest bit of that look in your eyes." She just looks at you for long moments, then says, her voice once more even and professional. "Six months. Was all I could do without it looking like blatant favoritism. Wish I could've done five." She turns her head a little, gaze shifting, as if suddenly no longer able to look you in the eye. "No... I could have... but I didn't. So in the end, it's on me, if..."\n\nConnors takes a long, deep breath, then lets it out before she looks at you again. "Keep home in mind. Keep what it means in mind. Because if you slip up... you'll find you're already there. ... Dismissed, Ensign."\n\n"Yes, ma'am," you whisper thickly, turning to walk out the door before the tears can escape. You're suddenly very, very afraid.\n\nMostly because there's a tiny, bright spark somewhere deep in your chest that you felt start to grow much warmer the moment she said that you had the same look in your eyes that she did.\n\n<hr>\n[[Game Over.|GGSR6axEnd]]

Oh dear. Apparently Honey got some bad advice and made a lot of investments, and... none of them panned out. He apparently sank quite a lot of money into them, and then when the investments started to fail, he borrowed more money both to try and get them back on track and to make ends meet, and now it's resulted in quite a lot of debt. At the very least, it sounds like your one income family is no longer sustainable, at least for the considerable future. (And, even more sadly, sounds like baby-making sex is off the table for the considerable future too. ... Not as punishment for Honey, just that you can't afford to get pregnant right now.)\n\nWell, you admit you are rather aggravated with him for keeping it from you so long. You may be a homemaker, but the two of you are partners, and in this marriage together! In that vein, you're going to have to do something to help resolve this issue. Such as...\n\n<hr>\n[[... take a look at the finances.|Ther1x2]]\n\n[[... get a job.|Ther]]\n\n[[... simplify your life.|Ther3x1]]

Wait a second. Pasquale Logistics? But... that's the company Honey works for! How can he <i>owe</i> them money?!\n\nHoney's evasive when you ask him that night, just saying that he got a sort of internal loan available to employees but something went wrong and he wasn't able to pay it back as promptly as he thought he would. Since he refuses to tell you anything further, you'll just have to get to the bottom of it yourself! The next day after he leaves, you put on a slightly dressier, more professional outfit of your own... a (slightly) shorter black skirt than normal over dark hose, and a nice white blouse... and go down to Honey's office to speak to his boss.\n\nHector Mansfield has always been a pleasant enough individual on the occasions where you've interacted with him at office parties and such. Of course in your opinion he works Honey too hard, but then you suppose every wife probably feels like that. You're pleased that you're let right in to see him. He's of late middle age, obviously on the hefty side without being quite round, fairly tall and broad and with the temples of his black hair greying. He's the sort of person that looks like he'd like to be constantly chomping a big cigar, but the office is a nonsmoking one so you've never seen him with one.\n\nOnce you've sat down across the desk from him in his office and explained why you're there, he nods solemnly. "Well, Mrs. Biene, the simple fact is that your husband took advantage of an internal program we have here at the office that lets employees take out loans against their end-of-year bonuses with a minimal interest rate. Normally we advise to only take a very minimal loan, but your husband borrowed against the maximum possible bonus amount he might receive... and then I'm afraid that his division completely failed to qualify for a bonus that year at all."\n\n"S-so he's in debt to his own company for that entire bonus plus interest?" you reply with a small wince.\n\n"I'm afraid so, and that was some months ago now. Unfortunately if it goes on much longer, his paychecks will start being automatically deducted to make the minimum payments."\n\nOh no! That would make it even harder to put anything towards the <i>other</i> debts! After taking a moment to collect yourself, you say, "Please, Mister Mansfield, isn't there anything at all you could do to help him out? I know he's only officially been with the company for three years, but he also interned here in college! He's been a very dutiful employee and he's never talked about working anywhere else! A-and if we can't pay... we might have to move, or..."\n\n"... Hm." Mansfield's jaw works, looking even more as if he ought to have a cigar as he glances towards the window thoughtfully. "Well. I would hate to lose an overall talented employee to such a thing, certainly. And I could use executive privilege to both eliminate the interest and to avoid the wage docking, thereby essentially giving him all the time he needs to pay it off. Within reason, of course," he adds breezily.\n\nYou perk up at that, smiling brightly. "You could?! Oh, thank you, Mister Mansfield, thank you so much!"\n\n"Now, just a moment," he says, almost idly brushing a fingertip over part of his desk. You blink as all the windows looking onto the rest of the office area dim and then go completely opaque, leaving you suddenly entirely in private. "That's a rather big favor to ask. I think if you really want me to exercise that level of privilege, you're going to have to... well, put out some effort to earn it," he says, sliding back from the desk and turning his chair a bit.\n\nYou stare blankly, not understanding at all... at first. Then the slightly growing bulge in his very expensive trousers clues you in. Your eyes widen and your jaw drops. "W-wait, are you saying...?!" You trail off, unable to even complete the sentence.\n\n"Fine, let me be blunt. Suck me off and let me fuck you, and I'll make sure the debt the company holds on him won't ruin your husband's life," Mansfield says with a smirk. "Do a particularly good job, and I might even be able to see about having part of it erased. It's the only offer you're going to get, I'm afraid."\n\n<hr>\n[[You would never!|Ther]]\n\n[[If... if it's the only way...|Ther]]\n\n[[...... Can't we at least go to a hotel?|Ther]]

Really one of the reasons you're so aggravated with Honey is that you took a finance class in college. Honestly, it's not like you were there just to snag a husband! Like, you did in fact snag a husband, that's a thing you did, but that wasn't why you were there eventually! And you were still very serious about your academic career when you were there! You pressure Honey to turn over all the finances and documents he's been keeping, and while he's obviously hesitant, eventually he gives in and turns over all the papers, logins, and everything else connected to the household finances.\n\nWhile he's at work, you start going through everything. ... Oh dear. ...... Oh <i>dear</i>. It's so much worse than you thought, or than Honey made it sound! Actually, looking over things, it might be that the debt is worse than he understands. (Your Honey is the perfect man... except when it comes to finances, apparently. There he might be a little hopeless.) This isn't just some debt that's going to impact you getting loans or something like that, you could lose the cars! The house! They could repossess your diplomas! You're not sure that there's actually a process for repossessing someone's college education but with this amount of debt and all the ways it's leveraged they just might give it a try! \n\nYou worry your thumbnail with your teeth a bit. Oh dear, oh dear. And a big part of the problem, and probably part of why Honey finally broke down and told you, is that a lot of payments are coming due very soon, and there's absolutely no way to cover <i>all</i> of them, certainly. You're going to have to do something to get an extension on at least one of them, or preferably find some way to defer it until later. Let's see, who are some of the biggest creditors...\n\n<hr>\n[[Tyler Debt Solutions|Ther2x1]]\n\n[[Alternative Media Group|Ther5x1]]\n\n[[Pasquale Logistics|Ther1x3]]\n\n[[Mister... Carcienne?|Ther]]

There's a strange feeling you don't quite have proper words to describe... "threat" is somewhere in there, but it's hard because you feel like whatever that is, it's a threat to more than your life, it's a threat to... your you, for lack of a better way. You're not even sure how you know that, it just feels like that thing is a threat in a way that nothing in the physical world could possibly be. \n\nSo you instead turn away and try pushing yourself through the black void, away from the flickering light. Apparently thinking is still doing, as a glance behind you shows the whatever it is receding into the distance. It's strange, as much as that threat response was blaring inside you, there's also a part of you that feels like something is being lost by getting away from it.\n\n"If this is a flash it's taking a long time," you say to the black void, since you now don't have anything better to do, even be afraid. ... Hm. Well you suppose that if your sense of time has been suspended, then even if it's just a second or two while you're undergoing the process, it could still seem like a really long time. "This could get really boring." \n\nThen you blink as a bookshelf appears next to you. Just like that, there was nothing, just the blank, empty void, and now there's a bookshelf. You can see it clearly despite the lack of lights. You do start to move away from it until you stop yourself and focus back, drawing close. ... Yup, bookshelf. You poke a finger against the front of one of the shelves, and... okay, it's there, you can feel it, but not really. The same for when you take down one of the books... you're aware that it's in your hands, you can see and feel yourself lifting and holding it, but since there's no sense of weight or gravity it's still sort of unreal. You flip through it, and it does have text, but it's pretty incomprehensible. After going back to the start, you realize that it's part of a series and put it back, instead floating up to take down the first book at the top shelf.\n\n'On Utilizing and Manipulating the Finer Points of Artificial Joints'. Volume one. Of 112.\n\n... Eh. Like you've got anything better to do?\n\nSo, you start reading. It's a little dense at first but definitely not complete gibberish like it felt the other one was. Of course eventually you get back to the original book you took down and now it doesn't seem like gibberish anymore, since you have the basis from the previous ones to build on. You float in midair... well, if you were to judge the bottom of the bookcase as the floor, anyway... kicked back and reading, surrounded by stacks of the other books that you set here and there, sometimes atop each other or just arbitrarily wherever was within arm's reach when you were done. About the time you're starting on the first book of the last shelf, another bookshelf appears a short distance away. Huh. Okay. Shrugging a bit, since you don't feel particularly rushed, you continue reading the book you're currently on, finishing up it and the rest of the bottom shelf before drifting over to the new shelves and taking down the first novel. 'On the Function of Artificial Eyes'. Definitely useful.\n\nAnd so it goes, with you reading the books that appear, and new bookshelves appearing. Sometimes there will simply be one, coming into existence all on its lonesome, just waiting to be tackled. Sometimes they'll pop up in short sequence, one after the other until there's a short cluster of them. And very occasionally, a few will appear at the same time. With nothing better to do and since they actually seem relevant, you just keep on methodically plugging through each, reading about how fiber filament nerves work, augmented neural lattices, chemical injection pumps...\n\nAnd then you're opening your eyes. You feel confused as everything goes wobbly and blurry for a moment, before resolving into a white ceiling with lights. You blink a few times, feeling the particular fuzziness and disconnect of someone who was having a very long, very intense dream who's suddenly awake and not sure what happened. You feel heavy and cool... you feel, though, and there's shades and color and depth to this world, which you see as Dr. Life leans into view over you. "Sam? Can you hear me?"\n\n"Uh... yeah." Though your tongue feels a bit sluggish and your lips sort of 'off', like the one time you had a bit of minor oral surgery and everything was numbed. It's not really numb now, just... weird.\n\n"Good, good. Here, try to sit up, if you can," she says with a smile, straightening up and setting back.\n\nYour arms feel like someone replaced your muscles with sand, and the rest of your body with clay as you do your best to move them... the feeling is heavy and awkward, despite your limbs moving as directed, albeit rather slowly as you get your hands on the bed and slowly push yourself up. Your head almost wants to loll around, but you force it upright. It feels heavy too, almost like you were stuffed up with a cold, but when you try to look back and forth your neck and eyes obey you, it just feels... more difficult than it should, really. Not even hard, like you're struggling, just like there's effort being exerted for something you normally wouldn't think about. "I feel heavy," you inform Dr. Life after a moment, since that seems the best descriptor you can think of.\n\n"That's normal, your brain is having to relearn how it processes input and the natural movements of your body. It replicates human musculature and joints as well as we could manage, so you shouldn't have any problems moving in general, it will just feel a bit unnatural for awhile. Still, you're actually doing quite a bit better than projected... I thought it might take you a few hours to get your arms and hands moving naturally enough to lift yourself. Hm... do you think you could stand, or even walk?"\n\n"I think so," you allow, shifting on the bed to swing your legs over it. You can look down at yourself and see that your body isn't particularly different than what it was before... still slender, and with fairly small breasts, just a lot paler than you were. You slowly push yourself off the bed, easing your feet onto the floor, the sensation of how cold it is on your bare soles feeling... intense? Maybe that's a word for it, it's definitely different than it would have been before but mostly in that there's just more of everything. Spotting a mirror on the wall nearby, you make sure you're balanced properly before making your way towards it. Your steps are slow but even... moving is sort of like being exhausted without being tired, weirdly enough. You arrive in front of the mirror, taking a look at yourself in your new body. You'd already seen some of it, but now you're able to see everything... the blue eyes that glow faintly, though you think they wouldn't be noticeable to most people or in the sunlight. The long black hair, which feels real enough as you raise a hand up to pinch some of it between your fingertips and rub, using the other hand to balance against the wall. Again there's that feel like the sensation of the hair is more intense... you realize there's just way <i>more</i> to the feeling than you're used to, and you're having trouble processing it.\n\n<img src="images/cybersam1.jpg">\n\n"Upright locomotion without stumbling, fine motor control, you're picking all this up remarkably fast, again we thought this would take quite awhile," Dr. Life notes. "Not as long as the spine replacement, obviously, but 'pinching motion' was on the docket for later this week. How are you doing this, Sam?"\n\n"I, uh..." You frown a little, watching your unlined forehead crease just a little, quite realistically. "I have this funny feeling I read the manual."\n\n"The... manual?"\n\n"Yeah. It's not very clear, sort of like... maybe a dream you don't remember until someone says something about it, but I think I sort of feel like I did a lot of reading while I was out and was put in this body." You turn towards her, shrugging a bit, shoulders starting to feel a bit less weighty even as you do. "Maybe the instructions for this body?"\n\n"The neural hookups and implants obviously have software intended to let your brain use them, but for them to manifest as 'instruction manuals'," the scantily-clad superscientist murmurs, cupping her chin and glancing downward. "I wonder if this is something that could be replicated deliberately, or is unique to you? We might need to do more experiments. But if this is so, then Sam, you've essentially given yourself a baseline to build on that will fast forward you past the weeks of rehab that were ahead, and possibly the months of learning about your enhanced abilities that were beyond that."\n\n"Yeah... if that's so, then I need-"\n\n<hr>\n[["-practice."|CyberSam]]\n\n[["-data."|CyberSam]]

A... talented bathroom? ... Oh it's the bathroom the talent can use! That makes a lot more sense. Well, a bathroom is probably a priority to get clean, so best see to it now.\n\nYou head upstairs, using the map to locate first one of the supply closets and get the specific bathroom-cleaning supplies, then what looks like a fairly sizeable room, or maybe a small cluster of them. When you finally find it you actually stop and stare around... holy crap this is a really nice bathroom.\n\nThe tile work is tasteful and looks really expensive... and is that an actual marble countertop? All the fixtures look high-end too, nothing like the sort of locker room-esque or even gas station bathroom sort of thing you might have expected. You guess that it doubles as a place to unwind after a hard day of fucking in front of cameras... maybe getting clean in luxury is more important after that? Heck, there's even a sauna!\n\nAlthough you notice that all the stuff for actually getting clean... the shower, the luxury tub, the friggin' <i>hot tub</i> are basically all out in the open. You suppose the flip side of the coin is that people who just spent all day fucking in front of the camera are expected to not be particularly shy. Though at least it looks like the toilets are in separate rooms, at least, doors with the standard markers on either side of the room.\n\nSeeing how nice this bathroom is kind of reminds you that you've been showering in truck stops for a while now, and that your most recent one wasn't terribly recent... you spruced up a bit in a sink before you came to apply, but actually getting clean in a relaxing, even luxurious way? That's been... well, it's definitely tempting to strip down and clean yourself before you clean the bathroom, whether this place is supposed to be just for the talent or not. It's not like you'll take all night to do it or that anyone would really mind, right?\n\n<hr>\n[[Clean yourself.|CelPorn1x3]]\n\n[[Clean the bathroom.|CelPorn]]

Why not just... give it a try? Nothing to lose other than feeling embarrassed, right? And your current audience is, uh... ... not going to comment. So there's that.\n\nYou glance through the little group of idols. There's a couple that make you think 'fertility idol' for sure, or something along those lines... two particularly busty ones, one that's draped with a hood and long cloak that falls away from her generous breasts, wide hips, and slightly rounded belly, giving it a motherly look, while the other's more of a near-cartoonish hourglass with massive tits, a wasp waist, and round hips, striking an obviously offering pose. Some of the others are a bit more on the 'classical' side... there's one that's obviously an Egyptian themed, with an animal head that has tall ears and a narrow muzzle... that's the jackal one, right? There's another female idol that's uh... well, it's not as amply endowed up top as the other two, quite, but it's a little more amply endowed in the crotch, ifyaknowwhatyoumean. There's also an idol that looks like some sort of deer god, with big elaborate antlers, and one that looks like... Santa Claus? ... Did he just straight-up pick up a fancy-looking Christmas decoration?\n\nYou also glance over at the one on the window sill. That was the most recent idol, he's probably still got a ton of stuff related to that laying around that you could use if you really decide to go through with the whole 'cult' thing. The book did say that you shouldn't pick the same idol two times in a row... but wait, does that even count? After all, why would the thing be mad at you? It would clearly be mad at the 'Great Facilitator' since he was the one that let the cult fall into ruin, it'd probably be fine with you having another go at it, right?\n\nAfter thinking it over, you decide to pick the...\n\n<hr>\n[[... MILF-y idol.|CelCult]]\n\n[[... bombshell idol.|CelCult2x1]]\n\n[[... Egyptian idol.|CelCult1x7]]\n\n[[... doubly endowed idol.|CelCult]]\n\n[[... deer idol.|CelCult]]\n\n[[... tentacle idol.|CelCult]]\n\n[[... ... ... ... Santa.|CelCult]]

Maybe at the least it'll tell you what the provenance on these things is, you think as you gingerly pick up the journal and open it, trying to touch it as little as possible as you do so since you have no idea what it is that makes all those marks on the leather and pages.\n\n<i>Time to start a new journal, I guess,</i> reads the first handwritten page. <i>The feds arrived before I could snag the last one, and sometimes I have a hard time remembering the process anymore. Things were so much easier in the seventies.</i>\n\nAh, yeah, the seventies were a big time for new-age cults like this one, you muse briefly, before reading on.\n\n<i>I miss the nineteenth century. Sure, no googling for titties, but the feds didn't have fucking tanks and drones.</i>\n\n... Wait. Wait what? He couldn't mean... the <i>eighteen</i>-seventies, could he?! That's... that would be ridiculous, sure he looked kind of old but that's, uh... that's impossibly old. Still this really does look like an actual private journal, so maybe he was just crazy? ... Maybe?\n\n<i>Anyway, always found that a cult works way better when the thing it's worshiping actually exists. Funny thing. Really binds things closer together, gives some authenticity to the razzle-dazzle. Now, since sometimes my memory gets all jumbled after being remade, and I lose a few memories here and there, before I pick a new patron I'll remind myself. These idols are all connected to different patrons... outer deities, supranatural creatures, ancient aliens, that sort of stuff. <b>Don't</b> try and reforge a connection to the one you were using before... they tend to get mad about the failure of their last cult and need a century or so to cool off. And don't go thinking that you can just walk away, either... I know me, and the power, strength, and charisma granted by this is something I'll never be able to give up! Not to mention, y'know, serial immortality.\n\nImportant:</i> the journal reads, the word underlined multiple times. <i>Do not just go picking any of them up and selecting them willy-nilly! Patrons have to be romanced a little bit first! And by a 'little bit' I mean they're super cheap dates. Just say something obsequious and kowtowing before you decide on a patron's idol and pick it up, and they should make contact. From there, start rebuilding... gather a few faithful together, set them to work, make some money, grow from there. Maybe you'll be my incarnation that finally hits the jackpot and takes this thing global!</i>\n\nOkay maybe it was a kool-aid style cult of true believers. ... Except weirdly you... kind of buy it? There's something about the lettering and the way it's written that makes you believe it somehow. Except now he's dead... so... this supposed power, strength, charisma, and uh, 'serial immortality' is even more tempting than a roof and a meal. With actual power, you could make this place yours, really <i>make</i> something of it. It's... tempting to at least try...\n\n<hr>\n[[Select an idol.|CelCult1x6]]\n\n[[Take the box and leave.|CelCult]]\n\n[[Just leave the box and go.|CelCult]]

... Welp, what's done is done, he was like super old and it's not like you deliberately killed him, he <i>asked</i> to see them. Besides, you don't want to get tangled up in anything weird that might be going on legally with this place, and you think you deserve something for your trouble.\n\nYou do at least reach out to close his eyes before you start rummaging through his stuff. 'Really hope you weren't lying about having a bunch of money tucked away somewhere,' you think as you look through the surface level boxes. And you hope that if he did it was tucked somewhere in this office, because you're gonna draw the line at spending days looking through this decrepit house with a corpse slumped at the desk. It's bad enough right now!\n\n"Oof," you grunt as you lift down one box that seems a bit sturdier than the others. It certainly weighs enough that you can hope it's something valuable, you think as you set it on the edge of the desk. You peer inside and... huh. It's a bunch of little statues... or probably idols, you'd guess, since they all have that vaguely grandiose and slightly pretentious styling that says they're meant to be set in a place of honor and gazed on worshipfully. In fact as you glance around, you notice that there's one on a little pedestal in front of the sole window in here, a big bulbous-headed tentacle thingy. Maybe his cult collapsed because their object of worship wasn't very aesthetic, you muse as you turn back to the box.\n\nEven if they're not real gold, maybe someone would buy them off you for a few hundred bucks, you muse, since they actually do look like quality. You notice that in the corner, resting on top of several of the idols, is an old, slightly stained leather journal. You notice that scratched in the cover, an obvious later addition done with a knife or maybe a screwdriver is 'Always remember to read first!'\n\n<hr>\n[[Check it out.|CelCult1x5]]\n\n[[Ignore it.|CelCult]]

"Fiiine," you say with a sigh, grabbing the bottom of your shirt and, without any fanfair or style, just lifting it up, your boobs hauled upward inside the snug fabric until they're allowed to drop free, completely bare and wobbling back and forth.\n\n"Oh... oh, my elder god," the Great Facilitator says, a single tear of pure joy streaking down his cheek and into his jungle of a beard. Then he suddenly gives a 'HRG!' and lurches backward in his chest, clutching his robes beneath his beard, before his eyes roll up and his tongue lolls out, his body going limp.\n\n"... Um." You blink a few times, just standing there still holding your shirt up, boobs out and presented to the motionless cult leader. "Uh. Sir? ... Great Facilitator?" you ask as you pull your shirt back down, tugging here and there to get it properly back in place. "C'mon, quit kidding around." After there's no response or movement for a few seconds, you slowly round the desk, grimacing and turning your head away as you reach out to put a hand in front of his mouth and nose. "... You're not kidding around."\n\nYou have just killed a man with your boobs, and not the way you always thought would happen if it did.\n\n"Gyah!" you shriek, hopping backwards and almost knocking over a pile of boxes. He's seriously dead! What do you do?!\n\n<hr>\n[[Call the authorities!|CelCult]]\n\n[[Hide the body!|CelCult]]\n\n[[... Look for the money.|CelCult1x4]]

"Okay," you say, not bothering to hide your heavy sigh, since he doesn't actually seem to care that much.\n\n"Excellent!" The Great Facilitator clasps his hands together and gives them a shake. "Wonderful! I know you'll do well here! Just one more thing before we get to work, though. ... Could I see your tits?"\n\n"... What?" you reply flatly.\n\n"Pleeease?" He raises his clasped hands, literally pleadingly. "The girls used to show me theirs all the time, but it's been so long! And yours are so much nicer than anyone else who's ever been a part of the movement! Just a brief glimpse, that's all! As a favor!"\n\n... You really hate that the fact that you have nicer boobs than any of his previous cult members actually kind of makes you feel flattered. You stare at him for several moments, partly just in shock at the audacity of the blatancy of his demand, and partly because, well, you're honestly thinking about it a little because you're that desperate for three hots and a cot.\n\n<hr>\n[[Hedge.|CelCult]]\n\n[[Refuse, angrily.|CelCult]]\n\n[[Put him firmly in his place.|CelCult]]\n\n[[Oh fine.|CelCult1x3]]

"Oh, what the hell," you say with a sigh, starting the car and putting it in gear. It would be incredibly hard for things to actually get worse, right?\n\n'Then again,' you think flatly about twenty minutes later as you look at the front gate of the address listed on the ad. This is... definitely something you'd call a 'compound', right? There's a high fence topped with... well, not barbed wire but it looks like they deliberately picked the kind of chain link fence with the really spiky bits on top. The rust spotting it is just extra deterrant. The intercom box looks like it's probably from the eighties (at the newest), the grounds inside are overgrown with grass and weeds, and the handful of buildings you can see all look abandoned, if not ready to have 'condemned' signs put on them.\n\nYou waffle for a minute or two before sighing again. 'I'm totally gonna wind up buried in a shallow unmarked grave,' you think as you roll down your window and hit the intercom button. There's a crackle, and an annoyed-sounding voice answers "What?!" after a long wait.\n\n'Well we're off to a banner start.' "Um, hi, my name's Celeste," you say, trying to keep your voice on the cheerful side. "I'm here about the executive assistant position?"\n\n"... Eh? Really? Alright then! Drive right up the main path until you get to the central house! Oh... if the gate doesn't open all the way, just nudge it with your car, it's fine."\n\nThe crackly speaker goes silent again, and after a few seconds there's a shriek and the gates start to swing open... about halfway. Sighing and deciding that handling them and risking tetanus isn't worth avoiding the minor scratches, you carefully drive forward, keeping extra slow as you nudge the aging gates open and apart and head up the semi-clear path, winding your way between the buildings. The first couple facing the road look like they used to be pleasant, if slightly dated in both architectural style and upkeep, but the further in you go the more they look like some sort of barracks or bunkers. Just worse and worse, you think, until you finally arrive at what has to be the central house.\n\n'Yeah this is definitely a cult,' you think with a sigh as you look at the somewhat downscaled Victorian manor-style house, which is slightly better kept-up than the rest of the buildings but not by much. Oh well, you've come this far. Parking essentially at random, you get out and head up the steps, feeling vindicated that you didn't bother dressing up nice for this as you hit the doorbell. Your suspicions are all but confirmed as the door is answered by a thin man with a long, thick, bushy black beard with two skunk-like streaks running right down from his chin, his hair a similar mess beneath what looks a lot like a golden crown with tines made of golden tentacles, and a bright purple robe. Well, probably used to be royal purple. "Hello," you say, managing 'polite' instead of just running away screaming.\n\n"You're here for the executive assistant position, huh?" His weirdly dark eyes glitter a bit as he looks you up and down, not being particularly subtle about checking you out. "Maybe my luck is finally turning around again! As you might be able to see, my organization has fallen on some hard times."\n\nYou can't help but let your expression go flat. "You mean your cult?"\n\n"Please, that's a very reductive word with highly charged connotations," he says, putting a hand to his chest and drawing fully upright with great dignity. "Correct terms include 'new age spiritual movement', 'independent path to enlightenment', or 'unconventional religious organization'."\n\n'It's a cult,' you think with a sigh, putting a hand to your face.\n\n"Please, please, let's not get hung up on this sort of talk. Come in," he says, beckoning to you.\n\nAgain, you've come this far. With a faint sense of abandoning hope as ye enter here, you step into the dusty foyer and wait for him to close the door before following his weird shuffling gait along to a nearby room. It looks like it was probably the height of man cave opulence in the very early nineties, but not so much anymore. At least it's a little bit cleaner than the rest of the house looked, albeit more cluttered, with numerous cardboard boxes obviously stuffed with junk to get them out of the way. You gingerly settle into a chair across the desk from him... then stand back up quickly as it gives an ominous creak.\n\n"Now, as I said, this place has fallen a <i>bit</i> on hard times," he says. "I am, by the way, the Great Facilitator, as I facilitate the path of enlightenment. ... And currently I'm the only one left in the organization. I'm getting a bit on in years to try and rebuild on my own, that's why I need your help! Don't worry, Celeste, despite appearances I have plenty of money socked away... I'll be able to pay you, and you can have any room in the house for yours, and you'll eat with me, so that's all taken care of!"\n\nHe's not exactly shy about dangling the carrot, is he? "And what would my, uh, executive assistant duties include?" you ask.\n\n"Trying to recruit more, ah, employees for our movement, so that we can fix the place up, get the meditation rooms working again, and allow me to begin spreading spiritual enlightenment to the people. ... For a small fee, obviously."\n\nRight, so it's more 'money scam new age hipster' cult than 'drink the kool-aid my children' cult, at least from the sounds of it. Not exactly the most moral thing in the world, but... you are decidedly hungry. And as you stand there thinking, your back gives a rather painful twinge as if to remind you of how long you've been sleeping in your car.\n\n<hr>\n[[Accept.|CelCult1x2]]\n\n[[Refuse.|CelCult]]

"I spent a lot of time mopping that aisle, so I hope this is going to make up for it."\n\n"It should be quite a lot of fun, dear, no worries. Just spread your legs a bit more... there you go."\n\nYou let out a few spurts of cum as you're slapped lightly against the front of a crotch, then feel your tip being rubbed up and down a pair of soft, wet pussylips. Then you feel your entire head being wrapped in moist, gripping, pleasurable tightness as you're pushed inside of that ready cunt, your length quivering and shuddering as you slide deeper and deeper inside. Those walls are grasping at you, almost sucking you further inside even as you're pushed deeper, almost your entire world taken up by the feeling of a tight, eager pussy squeezing and sucking at your long, thick cock body. Soon everything but the slight bulge at your base where it transitions to your fat, dripping pussy is sheathed inside that dripping, tight cavern, squeezing you and massaging you with its quivering and the pumps of a heartbeat.\n\nAnd then you can feel a fat cockhead rubbing and stroking against your own pussylips before starting to push inside you. You begin cumming near-constantly from both ends, your cunt spasming and shuddering as the rest of you throbs and spurts deep inside the molten pussy you've been sheathed in. A cock not a lot smaller than you are pushes deeper and deeper inside, bulging you up against the pussy walls and making you spurt thick, hot ropes of jizz ahead of you, more and more of it with every pump as you're fucked and fuck simultaneously, your entire existence consisting of the pussy you've been stuffed inside and the cock fucking your pussy. \n\nWhatever thoughts, feelings, memories of Cyan that you'd managed to hold onto after becoming a pussy-cock are quickly fucked out of you, spurting out of your throbbing, lewd form along with all the honey splashing from your cunt-base and the jizz gushing from your bulbous head. What thoughts remain... as much as they can be called thoughts... are merely of wanting to fuck and be fucked, to be used on pusses and assholes and cocks and to just keep cumming over and over. But then, what other thoughts should a flesh and blood sex toy have?\n\nEventually that cock slides out of you, leaving your pussy-end gaping and dribbling cum, and you're slowly slid from the warm, wet cavern, your entire length dripping with pussy juice and churned-up jizz dribbling from your tip. There is no urge or desire in you other than to be slid back inside, or to be slid back over a fat, eager prick. Nothing vaguely human in you processes the mouth noises the users are making, other than vaguely hoping it means they're getting ready to use you again.\n\n"A combination dildo and onahole that actually cums, among other things. This candy thief has proved to lead to something amazing!"\n\n"Mm. You swelled me up pretty good, Boss."\n\n"Yes, isn't it wonderful how it just cums forever, even without anything to make it? Mmm... you should try wearing it next. We can rig up a strapon to slide it over, and then a few extra straps to hold it in place. Would you like to fuck my ass, dearest Mandy?"\n\n"Sure, whatever, Boss."\n\n"Your enthusiasm always brightens my day! And I suppose brightens this thing's too, most likely. Well, come on, let's get to improvising!"\n\n<b>Tandy's Candy</b> end - <i>Why oh why did you take the blue pill?</i>

"I don't wanna hurt you!" you blurt out, then have to stop a moment to pant and catch your breath. Both the words and your apparent lack of intent (or ability) to try actually grabbing at him seem to have mollified Flopear a bit, since he's taken on a slightly less cautious chance and is just watching you, head tilted slightly.\n\nAfter a few moments you straighten up, starting to lift your hands, then pause and just lift the empty one, leaving your phone where it is, in case he thinks it's some kind of weapon. "I'm not trying to... er, catch you or anything, promise," you assure him. "I just wanted to see that you're actually... um, real, y'know?"\n\nFlopear actually seems to consider that for a moment... then beams and nods his head rapidly. Apparently he does, in fact, understand.\n\n"Okay. Okay, whew. Alright, no more running or anything, I'll just..." You trail off, thinking of something. "Oh, hey, I saw that other, um... well, she was like you... earlier," you note, not knowing exactly how Flopear feels about being called 'Flopear'. He blinks, then smiles brightly and nods again. So, okay, he knows her. "So like... how many of you are there?"\n\nAnother blink. Another considering tilt of the head. Then he gives one of his large feet a few surprisingly loud, drum-like thumps against the ground.\n\nAlmost immediately more and more bunny people seem to just materialize out of the surroundings, popping up out of bushes and from behind logs, stepping out from behind trees. You can see even more of them out in the woods, though there's at least a dozen of them already in the clearing with you, maybe more. They do vary between all the various typical rabbit colors... tawny, brown, grey and white, black and white almost cowlike splotches, and so on. Some of them have floppier ears than others, though true to name all of them have at least some wobble in the ear (and down low as well). None of them come up to more than your shoulder... though all of them are hung about the same as the white one, give or take an inch or two, their dicks looking particularly massive on their slender, small frames. And they do all seem to be male, the girl one you saw earlier nowhere in sight.\n\nApparently your slightly slack-jawed face amuses them, since a tittering giggle goes rippling through the crowd, the first vocalization they've actually made. Or maybe it, um, more than amuses them, since you can see a lot of those cocks starting to stiffen and rise upward, even as they smoothly start pressing in closer to you.\n\n"Um... uh..." you murmur nervously, turning back and forth, not really noticing as you drop your phone. "Um... are you guys wanting to... yanno?" you almost squeak.\n\nAll of them nod several times, almost in unison, their stiff cocks jutting into the air and bobbing a bit with the motion.\n\n"Um," you squeak again as several of them press in close around you, hands already moving to unbutton your shorts, fingers hooking into the waistband of them and your panties and starting to tug them down. "... Do I get a say in it?"\n\nThey all pause. Again, just almost in sync, their heads tilt thoughtfully. Then, rather solemnly, they shake their heads.\n\n"... Right. Thought not."\n\n<hr>\n[[Run!|GGUL]]\n\n[[... Oh well~.|GGUL]]

"Uh, well... I guess since I'm going to be the head of your cult, it's probably easier if I get some power immediately by being... 'remade'," you say.\n\n<i>Honestly, kind of works for me. You might want to set my idol down, this is going to feel weird.</i>\n\n"Um. 'Kay," you murmur, setting the idol down on the desk. "But like, how we-"\n\nYou cut off with a gasp as a shudder runs through your whole body. It's strangely cold and hot at the same time, and weirdly pleasurably as you can feel a change coming over you. You bite your lower lip and arch your back as you can feel yourself growing stronger, your body replacing the bits of smooth padding it had lost recently, though still staying rather sleek. You're faintly aware of your clothes changing, drawing closer on your body, growing skimpier and less covering, firm cloth on parts of your body and cool metal on others, some sort of... bikini? But there's a tingling in your scalp and some pressure as well, a feeling of your hair being pulled back and tugged in a slightly sexual way. It all only lasts for a few moments, before the sensation passes. You blink a few times, raising a hand to rub the back of your head. "Huh? That's it?" you ask, turning your head a bit... and catching sight of yourself in the nearby mirror.\n\n<img src="images/CelAnub.jpg">\n\nLooking back at you with your exact confused expression is a cute-beautiful brown-skinned goddess in a bikini. Her hair is deep dark brown, pulled back into a long ponytail and bound by golden rings... behind the large pair of brown jackal ears atop her head. Her eyes... your eyes have turned a deep, vivid red! The bikini is made up of simple black cloth bound with gold chains dangling little ankhs, and makes it obvious that your breasts have grown... not too much, but noticeably. You've got gold bracelets and anklets on, and the bikini bottom dives downward at such an angle that it's almost indecent.\n\n"Wha?! I!! What?!" you yelp, turning back and forth, gripping your boobs, your ass, and your waist in that order.\n\n<i>Veeeery nice, you turned out gorgeous,</i> Anubilis's voice coos. <i>Definitely can't wait to have those babies wrapped around me someday. But you definitely look like a proper holy woman now.</i>\n\n"I look like a fucking furry!" you shout at the statue, thrusting your fist downwards, your large jackal ears giving a twitch. "How'm I gonna explain the giant fuckin' animal ears on my head to the authorities or whoever starts asking questions?!" you demand, pointing at said ears with both hands.\n\n<i>I'm sure you'll manage,</i> Anubilis's voice answers placidly. <i>Look, for right now, you probably ought to focus on immediate matters.</i>\n\n"... Fine," you grumble, folding your arms under your expanded breasts and turning to look at the body. "So what do I do?"\n\n<i>I suggest casting 'Guardianize' on him. It's a useful spell to cast on those who are at your mercy in whatever manner, and has different effects depending on the target. In this case... well, you'll see.</i>\n\n... Hrm. Well, okay. You point your palms towards the old man's body, and call out in a slightly dramatic tone, "Guardianize!"\n\nYou then hop back a bit in shock as the body instantly starts to shrivel, the skin turning faded and brown like old paper as it sucks up against his skull. In moments it looks like he's been, well... mummified. You somehow manage not to yelp as the mummy suddenly lurches to its feet and shuffles around the desk to stand in front of you, giving a sort of wordless rush of air that somehow conveys acknowledging you as its master.\n\n"Okay that's creepy as hell but also kind of cool," you mutter, looking the mummy up and down, before saying, "This place has a basement, doesn't it?" At the mummy's slight, crackly nod, you point towards the door. "Then go find an out of the way spot in the basement to stand completely still and don't come until called. Or I guess if I'm threatened or something. We'll get you a, uh, sarcophagus or something later," you add, looking at the robed mummy's back as it shuffles out of the room.\n\n<i>A very good start,</i> Anubilis declares cheerfully. <i>We now have an abode, a guardian... even if it's just one mummy... and a beautiful priestess. That's not a bad start for a cult.</i>\n\n"I guess," you allow, resting your hands on your effectively bare hips and jutting them to one side a bit, eyeing the idol. "So what's next?"\n\n<i>To be truly successful enough to bring about enough power so that I can properly incarnate in a perfect vessel, we will need three things... a proper temple, worshipers, and an item of power. I suppose theoretically getting any one of those things would make it easier to acquire the other two, so it's really up to you where you want to start, I think.</i>\n\nHm. Okay, so... let's think. Can't expect Anubilis to do all the work, he's clearly expecting a lot of you as his acolyte, and you <i>do</i> have power now, time to show him you can use it effectively. So a temple... you guess you could find the money that the last guy probably socked away, assuming he was telling the truth, and maybe make some more somehow. Then you could build a big fancy temple on the grounds, and use that to attract followers, one of whom might know more about items of power. Or, you could start using your new, ahem, charisma to amass followers, and through them the money and connections to build a temple and find an object of power. Or, you could go looking for an object of power, use that to influence people into becoming followers and building a temple. At least that's how it seems to you. So where to start?\n\n<hr>\n[[Temple.|CelCult]]\n\n[[Followers.|CelCult]]\n\n[[Item of power.|CelCult]]

Stunned and more confused than ever at what you're feeling, you back away and creep quietly back down the stairs before slipping out of the house again. You walk a few blocks down before finding a bench to sit down on and try to sort your thoughts out.\n\nYour mother is having an affair... with another woman. You've definitely confirmed that beyond a shadow of a doubt, and the image you saw has left you with feelings that are hard to sort out. Multiple different social ideas as well as your own feelings are all fighting a mud wrestling match that leaves nothing clear. What are you going to do about this?\n\n<hr>\n[[Talk to your mother about it.|GGParent]]\n\n[[Talk to a friend about it.|GGParent11x2]]\n\n[[Talk to another adult about it.|GGParent]]\n\n[[Keep it to yourself.|GGParent]]

You should probably talk to someone your own age about this, someone you can trust. You only have a few friends you can really, absolutely be sure would never breathe a word to another living soul about this sort of thing. And in this sort of case you guess the question is, who would you be more comfortable talking to... another girl, or a boy?\n\n<hr>\n[[Girl.|GGParent11x3]]\n\n[[Boy.|GGParent]]

Yeah, you're not sure you're quite ready to talk about your mother's lesbian romps with a dude. Pulling up your contact list, you tap your friend Leslie's number before bringing your phone to your ear.\n\nAfter a moment the line clicks. "Hey, Cy!" Leslie's cheerful voice says. "Wow, right to making a voice call instead of texting, it must be serious!"\n\n"It... kinda is," you admit with a sigh.\n\n"What's wrong?" Leslie's voice immediately switches to concerned. "Are you okay, are you hurt?"\n\n"I'm fine. I mean, I guess. Something's bothering me though, and I really need to talk to you about it."\n\n"Okay, sure, come over, my mom won't be home for an hour or two."\n\n"Thanks, be there soon," you answer before closing the line and standing. You're still not sure where your thoughts are by the time that you get to Leslie, your slight, athletic blonde friend showing you in with a mildly worried look on her face. You follow her up to your room after depositing your boots in the entryway, flumping down to sit next to her on the bed.\n\n"What's up, Cy?" she asks gently. "You look like you don't know what end of you's pointed up right now."\n\n<hr>\n[[Tell her what you saw.|GGParent11x4]]\n\n[[Kiss her.|GGParent]]

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

"I..." You hesitate, then huff again before admitting, "Honestly I think what's making it so... weird, and hard, to deal with is that..." You shift in place, your cheeks coloring. "I... I kind of got turned on."\n\n"Yeah?" Leslie seems surprised, but only a little. Though at least she didn't immediately shout 'EWWWWW!' which is encouraging. (Part of you wants to look that gift horse in the mouth, but you decide not to.)\n\n"Yeah," you sigh. "I mean... I'm standing there, watching my mom cheat on my dad... and... I'm feeling flushed, and my nipples get all hard, and... and I think in general that's what's kind of fucking me up, that more than anything I found it... hot. Like even now, talking about it, is kinda..." You trail off, shrugging and giving Leslie a sheepish look.\n\n"Wow." Leslie raises her eyebrows, then presses, "So is what's messing you up that you think you might be gay, or at least like girls..." She hesitates, then adds, obviously trying to be gentle, "Or that you were attracted to your mom?"\n\n<hr>\n[[Liking girls.|GGParent]]\n\n[[Attracted to your mom.|GGParent]]

Traipsing across a near-endless wasteland doesn't exactly sound like a lot of fun, and what's the point of big a big-boobed naked demon if you can't have any fun? You turn towards Xkghton and set off at a gallop, enjoying the feel of bouncing and rubbing against your steed's back as he runs. Poor mortals, having to worry about things like impact and chafing!\n\nEventually you slow to a trot as you start to see signs of life, like people (well, demons) milling about the sides of the road. Most are dressed in rags, some in nothing at all just like you... a lot look like they're barely above imp-level, so these are no doubt the commoners. Many glance up at you and then away, apparently assuming anyone with such a large and powerful hellhorse must be a noble of some sort. But one, apparently emboldened by your nudity, steps forward. "Oy. You new?"\n\nYou draw your horse up near him, glancing down. He's a dirty, somewhat scabby thing, short and with a bit of a gut, green skin and yellow eyes. About the only thing even worth mentioning is that he has a cock larger than most of the other naked male demons. You slide off of your horse and reach out to give his shaft a few casual strokes in greeting, feeling it quickly harden in your hand. "I suppose I am, yes," you admit.\n\nHe moans lowly as you continue stroking his cock. "I've some information y'might find useful."\n\nYou consider for a moment, then nod, turning around and bending forward, resting your hands on your knees. He quickly moves up behind you and stuffs his stiff prick into your pussy, starting to pump away while squeezing and rubbing your ass. "Well, go ahead, I'm waiting," you encourage.\n\n"Lord Vivlar rules over Xkghton," the demon grunts as he fucks at you with little more precision than your horse would, his hips slapping against the round curves of your ass and setting them to jiggling. "He's mad for hellhorses, he is, breeds them and raises them, competes against his biggest rival with them. Such as he, might be interested in that one you've got."\n\n"He's not for sale," you answer with a mildly annoyed sigh as your tits sway under you.\n\n"Might be he'd just want ya ta use him for stud. 'Sides, ain't necessarily wise to not help Lord Vivlar get what he wants in his own city," the demon adds with a groan as he shoves forward and cums in you. After a moment, he pulls out and bends to pick up his splintery rake. "Just a word of advice," he adds distractedly as he wanders back to his dirt farming. You shrug and remount your steed, resuming your ride and considering the demon's words. Eventually you see the tall walls surrounding the city... and the impressive black stone castle rising on a high hill beyond it. Perhaps it would be best to go directly to Lord Vivlar... if, that is, you're considering the demon's advice.\n\n<hr>\n[[See Vivlar.|GGHell2x2]]\n\n[[Find an inn.|GGHell]]

"Yeah, okay, definitely." You find yourself grinning, and wonder if it looks as much like Riara's own wolf-grin as it feels like. "I'm all aboard helping you become the orgasm goddess, Gramma Riara."\n\n"Wonderful!" Riara sits up, laughing softly. "Alright then! Hm, we should pick out some powers for you, now. I mean, I assume you'd like to pick your own...?"\n\n"Heck yeah!"\n\n"Good. In this situation it's generally assumed that you'll get some sort of 'cheat' ability that elevates you above the common rabble. Being that you're my personal chosen one, I'm definitely going to give you a good one. Now let's see..." She looks thoughtful as she continues. "I could give you an ability called 'Diabolical Allure'... make it <i>very</i> easy for you to seduce others, and once you do, they'll do practically anything for you. Alternatively there's one called 'Alluring Adaptation'... every succubus can change her form, but you'd be able to change yours as easy as breathing to match whatever your target desired, or whatever you needed at the moment. Then there's 'Dominating Presence'... people naturally perceive you as being dominant and react to that, and once you've fucked them they're virtually guaranteed to submit to you completely. And of course on a whole different level of cheating... well, I could just give you access to an effectively limitless supply of money," she says with a chuckle. "A magic power all its own in many ways."\n\nYou sit and stare at her for a moment. "... Can't I have all of them?" you find yourself asking.\n\n"Mm, I like your thinking, but unfortunately no. Obviously I'd want to give you every leg-up I could, but if I could do all that I'd be a god already... at that point you'd be a minor one yourself," she adds with an amused snort. "No, it has to be just one, both to stay within my reach and let you fly below the notice of the gods that already have their attention on that world. They're probably sending their own summoned champions there to work on their own agendas, after all, if you just steamrollered everything in your path and conquered a continent in a week they'd probably start sending your friends there as holy paladins convinced you'd gone full evil overlord. So no no, one power and a gradual inflitration is better. So pick which one you want."\n\n<hr>\n[[Diabolical Allure.|GGIncStart]]\n\n[[Alluring Adaptation.|GGSuccStart]]\n\n[[Dominating Presence.|GGSDStart]]\n\n[[`cashmoney|GGRSStart]]

There's just no way you could possibly wait four more hours, your big black horsepussy is already practically dripping thick bestial lubrication onto the forest floor.\n\nYou canter over to Bane's chestnut, reaching forward to untie his reins. He's gone second both previous nights, seems only fair he should get to go first tonight! Especially since the Clydesdale apparently prefers to wait for sloppy fourths. You turn your rump towards him, presenting like the mare in heat you are, and don't have to wait long. The stallion eagerly mounts up, and after those first few clumsy, searching thrusts plunges into you. You moan happily at the feeling of your equine cunt once again being stretched open by a horse eager to breed, leaning forward to brace your hands against a tree as he starts to thrust. "Oh fuck, that's it, giddyup," you gasp out as he starts mating you, your legs spreading slightly to brace your hooves better against the soft dirt.\n\nHe's been pumping away at you for a few minutes, and you can tell by the increase in his speed and the throbbing in that big equine prick that he's getting close, when a light suddenly shines brightly in the little clearing. You yelp and yank your head to the side, staring at the smirking, scaly form between two trees holding a lantern, casting its light on you with a horse on your back and its big pink prick pumping your plump pussy. "Th-Thurkar!" you gasp out, unable to help moaning in the midst of it. You almost start to blurt out 'It isn't what it looks like!', but your brain clamps down on something so monumentally stupid before it actually gets out of your throat.\n\n"I heard you both nights before. Smelled you in heat all day. Knew you'd be fucking as soon as the others were out of sight." He gives a low, rumbling chuckle as he sets the lantern down and starts walking over. "It seems you're a beast after all."\n\n"That's not truuuuue," you groan, the sentiment somewhat marred by the stallion cumming in you right in the midst of the last word. He pulls off quickly enough, his flagging cock dropping free of your pussy in a gush of cum, but before you can turn to face the dragonborn the dappled stallion is mounting up in his companion's place, pinning you against the tree as he starts fucking you, making you moan again.\n\n"I see no difference from here," Thurkar sneers, moving between you and the tree and reaching up. His big hands cup your huge bouncing tits and start kneading roughly, making you moan even more at the rough feel of his scales, at the slightly dangerous sensation of his claws dimpling the tan flesh. "I see a beast being bred by other beasts, as is natural."\n\n"P-please," you manage through your blatantly whorish noises as you're fucked by an animal and fondled by a monster. "Please don't tell everyone!"\n\n"Mm, I might. Or I might keep this to myself... if you become mine."\n\n"Y-yours?!"\n\n"My property. Beasts are the property of whoever can tame them, after all, and I see here an opportunity to tame you." He lightly slaps your tits, making you yowl softly, then slaps them harder which makes you cum, your powerful equine pussy clamping around the dapple's prick. "You will do all I say, no matter what it is. If you do not, I will call the others. They were suspicious of you, wondering if you were a beast... you let yourself be stabled like one, after all. Seeing this they will know it, you will not like what happens." He leers at you again, showing that mouthful of sharp teeth. "It will not be so bad. I will fuck you plenty, and let the animals fuck you, since you like that."\n\n<hr>\n[[Agree.|GGCentaur]]\n\n[[Refuse.|GGCentaur]]

"Hm?" He glances aside at the coffee table, then gives a soft 'hst!' as he sees the blue blinking light, snagging his phone up and unlocking it, thumbs already furiously working the screen. "How did I miss that call! I... er, I need to call them back," he says, glancing around, his gaze wandering from you to the door, clearly wondering if it's too impolite to ask you to leave after you've literally just walked in and done him a favor. Apparently social obligation wins the day, since he says, "Um, look I'm gonna be a few minutes with this, so um... you guys feel free to make yourselves comfortable, have something from the fridge, play a game or something, they're all on easy switches to turn on the TV so it's fine." With that and another hurried 'sorry!' he turns and hurries to a door, opening it and revealing stairs down, and pulling it closed behind him as he goes.\n\n"Huh. Well that was abrupt," Leslie says, raising an eyebrow. "Maybe we ought to just go ahead and leave."\n\n"Nah, he'd feel bad if we did that," you say dismissively, waving a hand.\n\nAt that, Leslie snorts. "You just want an excuse to take a look around." \n\n"I mean I might," you say, already peering around the room.\n\n<hr>\n[["Let's look in the kitchen."|GGLes]]\n\n[["Let's look through his movies."|GGLes]]\n\n[["Let's look upstairs."|GGLes]]\n\n[["Let's try to listen in."|GGLes]]

It meant some extra work picking spells and junk, but you do have to admit it did sound kind of cool to be able to zap magic around and stuff. Plus it means you didn't have to spend any of the starting gold on weapons or armor, and you like having a bunch of gold. You're pretty sure that having a lot of gold means you've already won, you think with a smile as you drift off.\n\nYou blink awake some time later, wincing at the fact that there's sunshine overhead. ... Wait, overhead, not through the window? You sit up abruptly, eyes wide as you look around. You're atop a small, grassy hill amongst a lot of other small grassy hills, and off to the side there's... a castle?! A big, actual castle that looks all mossy and empty and like it's falling down on itself?!\n\n"Okay, okay, I'm having a dream," you murmur, putting both hands to your head... and staring down at yourself as you realize you're wearing different clothes. There's some sort of wide-brimmed hat on your head, and you're wearing a dress that... it's basically two long rectangles of cloth, one in front and one in back, held together with laces at the side that run from the very top (which starts about halfway down your breasts) all the way down to your waist, though the flaps continue on to just barely past your hips. Your arms are sheathed in a pair of fingerless black gloves, and you've got on a pair of tall black boots with high heels and folded-down tops. You can also see the ties of a pair of very low-slung side-tie panties beneath the dress. You scramble to your feet. "A really...! ... actually this is a pretty good look for me," you murmur, putting your hands to your hips and turning back and forth, admiring how the boots make your legs look and how the shape of the dress juts your boobs out. Oh, and you've also got a belt with a book sheathed on one side of it and some pouches and vials on the other side. It's not that fashionable of a belt though so it doesn't count.\n\n"I must say, you <i>do</i> pull off the 'mildly slutty mage' look well," a familiar voice says from the side.\n\nYou whip around to see Sima standing there, beaming at you and wearing a long red robe with gold trim. She slips a hand out of the sleeve and wiggles her fingers at you in greeting. "Hihi~!"\n\n"I guess after those pervy photos you sent me, it'd make sense for you to show up in a dream," you mutter.\n\n"Oh? Often dream of girls you've seen naked?" At you shooting her an annoyed, blushing look, she just grins wider. "Don't worry, Layla, this'll be fun! I'm here to be your Dungeon Master!"\n\n"Sounds pervy."\n\n"Hush, you know what it means, everyone does. Now you can feel free to think of this as a dream for as long as you want, but what this <i>really</i> is, is your starting adventure. And you can't 'wake up' until it's done."\n\n"Uh-huh," you reply, eyeing her dubiously. \n\n"Again, think what you want, but it's totally true. Doesn't this feel very <i>thorough</i> for a dream? Have you <i>ever</i> had a dream like this before?"\n\n"... Well, no," you admit, glancing at the ruins nearby again. "But everything feels normal in a dreOW!" you squeak, jumping a little as Sima calmly steps over and pinches you on a bit of your exposed hip. Your eyes widen as you rub at the spot. "M-maybe I just dreamed I felt that and really didn't!"\n\n"As y'like. But anyway, this is a starting point for a quick leveling campaign, designed to take your character from level one to level five, so you'll be better able to keep up with the rest of the group I run. Which means until you complete the campaign, you're stuck here playing Sorceress." Sima pauses, then mmmms and taps her chin. "Still, a first level caster trying to solo... that's a bit oof."\n\n"I-it is?" you ask, starting to get genuinely worried, biting your lower lip and squirming in place with your arms bent. "Why is that oof? What's oof about it? Isn't magic really good?"\n\n"Not particularly at your level, and even if it was, <i>you</i> aren't. Well, I tweaked things to be pretty easy, especially in the beginning, and you assigned your stats the way I suggested, right?"\n\n"Y-yes," you murmur, squirming a little. This is starting to feel weirdly real after all, and you're not liking where it's headed. And you did, mostly. You may have shifted one point down where you weren't told to but you'll be fine. Right?\n\n"You <i>should</i> be okay then. But I don't like to set my players up for failure either, I am a tough but reasonable DM. So tell you what, I'll give you a choice. You can either head into the ruins exactly as you are, alone and rather squishy, and you'll <i>probably</i> be okay..." She raises a hand slightly and points at the leather pouch resting against your hip, just above the tie of your panties. "Orrr you can give me your starting gold, I'll provide you a meat shield hireling, and you'll <i>almost certainly</i> be okay. How's that sound?"\n\nYou glance down at the bag on your hip. But... it's so heavy and jingly, as you learned when you stood up. It's <i>actual gold coins</i>! How can you win if you don't have more money than everyone else?! ... S-still, you don't like the idea of being referred to as 'squishy'. Doesn't it make sense to have someone to boss around and make take the heat for you, as is proper and accurate to real life?!\n\n<hr>\n[[Keep the gold.|LSSorc]]\n\n[[Get a hireling.|LSSorc1x1]]

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

The officer glanced at her pad to make sure she or some other officer hadn't visited this address before, then raised her hand to knock on the door. She briefly glanced in the window, making sure her blue uniform and brown ponytail were all in order... they were, and damn she was looking good, but then three hours a night at the gym...\n\nThe door opened a moment later, and the officer opened her mouth to greet the answerer, then found herself blushing. The very well-endowed blonde woman apparently had not bothered to put on as much as a robe when she heard the knock at the door, and was instead wearing a gleaming black silk spaghetti-strap top with a drape that fell halfway down her midriff, and G-string panties. The officer cleared her throat, deciding to ignore the woman's state of dress since it didn't seem to bother her to be seen that way. "Ah, good afternoon, ma'am, I just need a moment of your time. I'm investigating the disappearance of some teenage boys a few weeks back, and we're fairly certain now that they were last seen in this neighborhood."\n\n"Hm?" The blonde put a fingertip to her mouth thoughtfully. "Oh, well, I do think I might have seen them around on Halloween night... but I certainly haven't seen any teenage boys around here since then."\n\nThe officer opened her mouth to acknowledge that, then hesitated at the sound of nails on tile. She was quite familiar with it, meaning that a dog was crossing the entryway, and she prepared to be barked or even lunged at, but the dog in question just wound up stopping docilely at its owner's side. It had to be the most obedient dog she'd ever seen, and at the same time one of the biggest and wildest-looking. A large, dark thing with red(?!) eyes and a powerful build that made the German Shepherds down at the station look like Chihuahuas. Perhaps even more strange was the fact that it had a cat actually riding on its back, the black feline sitting primly astride the much bigger beast's shoulders as if it were his personal steed. "Ah... that's..." For some reason she was finding it a little hard to put a coherent thought together. "That's... a wolfdog, isn't it? You need a permit for those, you know."\n\n"Oh, I have everything in order, I assure you," the blonde chirped happily, stepping back and gesturing inside. "Why don't you come in and take a look?"\n\n'There's no need,' is what the officer wanted to say, she had an assignment and it didn't involve checking permits on someone's semi-exotic pet. Instead, she found herself saying, "Yes, sure, let's do that." The dog turned and headed back into the house, and she couldn't help but glance down at the heavy, dark-furred balls swaying between his thighs even as she stepped inside as well, the woman closing the door and following after. The little group of them moved into the living room, where the officer was a little stunned to see more of the big, near-feral looking canines rising to their feet and staring at her with those odd eyes. "Ah... you have a lot of them," she noted, starting to feel a little light-headed.\n\n"Mm-hmmm! That's David there with Zane on his back, that's Bruno, Leland, Dillan, Casey, and Carl."\n\n'Wait... aren't most of those the names of the missing boys?' the officer thought distantly, but she couldn't take her eyes off of the big dogs... nor the way their fat sheathes had red tips peeking out of them, red tips that were starting to slowly slide further and further out.\n\n"That's where I keep their bowls, there's some of their toys in the back yard, and oh this is fun," the blonde chirped as she gestured to a somewhat oddly-shaped purple piece of furniture... it looked sort of like a cross between a footrest and a lopsided bridge. "This is a special piece of furniture I found, it's specifically designed for women to be comfortable on as they're being fucked by big dogs!"\n\n'That's... a crime,' the officer struggled to think, staring at Holly with her mouth slightly open.\n\n"Well? Get undressed, try it for yourself."\n\n"Yeah. Yeah, okay." She wasn't sure how this related to checking a permit, but somehow it just seemed very natural to unbuckle her gunbelt and drop it onto the nearby couch. She could feel all those wolves' eyes on her, staring at her hungrily as she unbuttoned her shirt and pulled it off, then peeled up her sports bra, C-cups jiggling a little as they dropped free. She undid her more standard belt and shoved down her uniform pants and panties, shoving her shoes and socks off as well as she worked the pants down over them, her bare ass and pussy shaking in the air. She stood and spent a moment just letting all those hungry eyes, wolves, cat, and blonde alike take in her lean, toned form, before she settled herself down onto the padded purple perch, panting and shivering with growing excitement and need as she spread her legs and lifted her dripping pussy some in presentation.\n\nShe made a noise halfway between a gasp and a yip as David mounted up, forelegs wrapping around her middle, his long, pointed cock slipping along the cleft of her ass several times, rubbing its underside along her pucker, before he pulled back and drove himself home into her pussy, starting to fuck her, growling and snarling above her to remind her that she was being fucked by an animal, as if the large, inhumanly-shaped canine cock in her cunt and the long, wolfish legs wrapped around her middle with claws digging lightly into her toned belly didn't already. She found herself moaning like a whore as the wolf began fucking her, and gasped again as the blonde slowly, carefully wrapped her ponytail around a hand and pulled her head back, leaning in to look at her close up.\n\n"Mmm, don't worry, my cute uniformed bitch, we'll make sure to have every single one of your lost boys fuck you a few times. Once you've become my property just like they are, you might even get knocked up with puppies! You'd like that, wouldn't you?" she cooed, flicking her tongue into the brunette's open mouth briefly.\n\n"Ye-e-e-e-es Mistre-e-e-e-ess!" the slave moaned out, her words shaking from the impact of the wolf fucking her.\n\n"Mm, we'll have to put some sort of illusion spell on her collar, so that only I can see it. Still, it will be very useful to have a slave on the police force, don't you think, Zane dear?"\n\n"Mhmmm. Helping her along with magic, your slave could even become police chief, or myayor someday! But hey, hey, can I at least have one of her holes before the wolves have used it, Myistress?"\n\nHolly laughed, eyes twinkling as she looked over at her familiar. "I'll tell you what, precious, how about her ass is all yours, forever?" She turned those blue eyes to the officer-turned-slutty-fuckpet, her smile and the glint in her eyes turning far more wicked at the sight of the woman's skin starting to glisten with sweat, her pussy starting to gush enough to soak the wolf's balls. "After all, her soul belongs to me," she cooed, as the metal collar with its purple locking ring appeared around the other woman's neck, snapping closed with finality as the free will bled out of the future mayor's eyes.\n\n<b>Holly the Witch</b> end - <i>Alpha of the pack</i>

Those things aren't just big for a high school girl, they're big for... well, anyone. EE's maybe? E-cup at least. Really everything about her is pretty striking though... her skin is a rich golden color, her eyes having an Asian set to them but her frame a bit more powerful and, well, generally curvy than you'd expect from just that, plus she looks tall, too. Her dark hair is done up in a number of braids, all of which are pulled back and bundled together. She's wearing a tight white turtleneck shirt that shows off those huge tits, a red pleated skirt, and white thigh-highs, so it looks like she's already at least partially clued in to the fashion trends around here.\n\nBut holy crap where did she come from, and why does it feel like you want to drool looking at her? She looks more like a college student than a high schooler... a college student out of some coed-themed porno, for that matter. Is she a threat? Well fuck, the tits alone would make her a threat, you're surprised every boy in the cafeteria isn't staring at her with slack jaws. (Actually it seems like they're kind of avoiding her... she seems to have intimidated even the horndogs and overconfident jocks into feeling their age and inexperience.) Still, you have to know more about where this golden godde-, er, transfer student came from.\n\n"I'm gonna go talk to her," you announce, standing up. You pause slightly before adding, "You know, find out what clique she's in, if any. See if we're going to have to deal with those-" Beat. "Her as a rival."\n\nThe others nod, casting somewhat worried glances over towards the other table as you make your way over. You think you even hear someone dare to murmur a 'Good luck'. Shit, though, you think you need it. Somehow every step closer you get makes your legs start feeling more like jelly, and you'd swear you're starting to get turned-on, as little sense as that makes. But by the time you arrive at the table you're fairly certain even without glancing down that your nipples are visible through your bra and shirt, and that you're developing a wet spot on your panties. She looks up at you and, holy crap, she's got green eyes, really really green eyes, she seriously looks like some sort of divine being.\n\n"Hey there," she says in a smooth voice that's a bit deep for a girl, and yet utterly feminine at the same time, a smile quirking the corner of her full lips.\n\n<hr>\n[[Casually introduce yourself.|MeanLSM]]\n\n[[Try to establish dominance.|MeanLSM]]\n\n[["Holy shit you're hot."|MeanLSM]]

You find yourself rather intrigued by a witch costume so thorough that it comes with an actual cat. "I guess I'll take the witch costume, then."\n\n"I very much hope you enjoy it," the grey-eyed woman chirps immediately, bowing slightly before turning and making her way through a door. A few moments later she emerges with a garment bag with some sort of attached hatbox on the back, though it's fairly flat. In her other hand is a black plastic pet carrier which she sets down on the counter. You lean down to peer inside, and find yourself being peered back at by a sleek, somewhat young looking cat (although not really a kitten anymore), but with striking purple eyes. You can't recall ever seeing a purple-eyed cat before, does that even happen?\n\nYou're so distracted you barely even notice what you're being charged for the costume (and your new pet), though when you're walking out you look at the receipt and wince a little. Dang. Well, looks like after this writeoff you definitely won't be paying taxes this year. What the heck?! ... Oh well. Maybe purple-eyed cats are some sort of rare purebred or something. He is awfully cute, in any event. (He? You think. You can't exactly see from here.) You're expecting some noise and complaining during the car ride home, but he's surprisingly well-behaved, only giving a soft meow while being set down and staying quiet for the rest of the journey.\n\nOnce back at the house, you carry him inside and set the carrier down... then pause, considering various nicknacks you have on shelves, all the things in your hobby room which you're fairly sure has an open door, and in general the un-petproofed nature of your home. Should you leave him in the carrier for awhile while you go around the house getting it in order? Then again, didn't the lady at the store say he came already trained? He might behave long enough to do it while still being out of the carrier.\n\n<hr>\n[[Let him out.|HollyWitch1x1]]\n\n[[Have him wait.|HollyWitch]]

You find yourself staring at the ceiling of what looks like some sort of church, with hard, flat stone beneath you. ... The Cathedral. You've just been brought back to life after dying.\n\nYou lay sprawled where you are for a moment, simply too shocked and mentally numb to even think about moving. You can slightly feel the cold steel rings of your armor's loincloth pressing against your bare pussy since the leather's been torn away, and can even feel the cold smoothness of the marble against part of your buttocks. You're not sure how long you just lay there, mind reeling at your recent experiences, before there's a bright glow and Arachne thuds solidly against your stomach, knocking the wind out of you.\n\n"Whuff!" Unable to give Arachne the time you took to contemplate the ceiling, you push her off of you and sit up, scooting to the edge of the round, table-like altar where you both reappeared. Looking over at her, you ask, a bit hazily, "Er, you okay...?"\n\n"Yeah. Yeah, I think so," she says after a moment, staring at her hands and flexing her fingers. She looks down at herself, specifically the mess of tattered material that her armor is at the crotch, even though everything under it looks smooth and unblemished. Making a few gestures in midair, obviously accessing her HUD, she gives a mildly hysterical laugh. "Yeah, uh, my armor is, uh... it has the Broken condition."\n\n"Mine too," you murmur after checking, shaking your head. Then you notice a new icon floating next to your avatar. "Oh crap, I think we got a Death Penalty Condition."\n\n"Huh? I thought you just lost some XP and gold for dying?" Arachne asks, still looking a bit glassy-eyed as she stares over at you.\n\n"Yeah, usually, but I learned about these at an event two years ago, when you were still too new to play midlevel content. Sometimes instead, you get a temporary debuff or something... I think that one was called 'Bad Children Get No Presents', it kept you from trading items and getting healing from others for like two hours. This one has a duration of... six months?!" Tapping the icon, you bring up the window and stare at the information it presents. \n\n<center>Fucktoy for Monsters\nDuration, 5 months, 3 weeks, 6 days, 23 hours. \n- Generate more aggression and attention from monsters. \n- Monsters will be vastly more inclined to sexually assault you. \n- Increased susceptibility to grapple attacks.\n- Required to seek attention from monsters at least once a week or further status affects apply.\n+ Increased HP and Stamina.\n+ If you survive the encounter, gain HP from being raped.\n= Will end if you successfully defeat 100 monsters without being raped.</center>\n\n"At least it's not all bad," Arachne croaks, giggling in a distinctly hysterical manner. You reach over and rub her bare back for a few moments until she calms down a bit, breathing more evenly and looking less glassy-eyed.\n\n"Here." You pull up your quick crafting menu and create two pairs of simple leather pants. Popping one out of your inventory, you hand it to her, then use the equip screen to put the other pair on yourself, the armor from your lower half disappearing to be replaced by the mismatched-color simple leather. "When we get somewhere private, I can repair our armor. Until then we'll make do with these."\n\nArachne nods and pulls her pants on the old-fashioned way, her boots slender and mobile enough that she has no problems slipping them through the admittedly snug fit. (Actually it's interesting how the same pair of leather pants hugs both of your asses like an old friend... of course it always worked that way in the game, it's just a bit weird seeing it in action in the flesh.) Looking a bit more relaxed now that she doesn't have her crotch bared to the world, she hops to her feet. "We should probably head to the inn, then. We can get a room there."\n\nYou nod in agreement, and the two of you set out, trying not to make a big deal about walking out of the Cathedral, since 'Hey, I just came back from the dead' isn't exactly how you want to start your reputation in this world, especially if it got around how it happened. Still, you notice that a lot of the other adventurers stare at you as you go past, those who are in pairs or groups nudging each other and whispering, some breaking into giggles. You frown as this continues well after you've left sight of the Cathedral, and pull up your own HUD. You blink as you notice something below your name you didn't see before, and glance at Arachne, confirming she has it too. Suppressing a groan, you pull up a menu and try to change to one of the other titles you've unlocked, and then hit the Clear button, both giving you a 'No' symbol. Sighing, you glance at Arachne again. "Don't freak out, but it looks like that penalty status put a title on us."\n\n"Huh?" Arachne blinks, tapping at the air to bring up her own HUD... then covers her reddened face with both hands as she spots the 'Dire Wolf's Bitch' title under her character name. "Oh. Oh God."\n\n"Just try not to think about it and let's get to the inn," you grumble, keeping your head down and fighting your own humiliated blush as a group of adventurers nearby actually bursts out laughing. Well, at least you're a source of levity in these difficult times.\n\nLuckily the innkeeper is an NPC ("People of the Land" is the game term), and either can't see your titles or is oblivious to them as he hands over a key in return for gold, simply chatting amiably about how busy it's become today. You hurry up to the room with Arachne close behind, the other girl slamming the door as soon as you're through.\n\n"God! Can you believe we're going to have to go around for <i>six months</i> wearing that title for everyone to see?!" she almost shouts, visibly fuming as she stomps back and forth. "What the hell happened to this game?! It used to be one of the least sexified MMOs out there! The perviest thing in the game was... was... <i>this armor</i>!" she blurts, stamping one booted foot.\n\n"I know, I know," you say with another sigh. "Obviously when it turned real it also turned kinda... fucky." Grinning just a bit, you beckon with a hand. "Here, give me your pervy armor and I'll fix it."\n\nSighing, Arachne spends a few moments tapping at her HUD. Her clothes shimmer and disappear after a few moments, leaving her completely naked. You can't help but take a moment to stare appreciatively... it's the sort of perfect body a game character would be expected to have, breasts that are extremely big but also extremely firm and perky, with just enough weight to make them jiggle practically every time she moves. Slender waist, the sort of hips that beg to have hands run over them, long perfect legs. Of course, as you accept her handed-over gear and unequip yourself, you have to admit that you're not exactly a lightweight now either. Your breasts aren't quite as big and are a bit firmer, but you've got a nice tan going on all over, muscles that are perfectly sculpted to look feminine but exude power, and a glance in the mirror shows that you have an ass that's cut like a diamond.\n\n"I'd tease you about preening, but it is kind of amazing," Arachne comments as she catches you checking out your own ass. She moves to stand next to you and does the same, giving her rounder and softer rear a light smack that causes visible impact tremors to move through the yielding flesh. "Damn."\n\n"Heh, at least we're used to having all this stuff, even if it's a highly upgraded version of our stuff," you comment as you sit down on the edge of the bed. "There are people who have it worse off, I think."\n\n"Worse off than...?" Arachne frowns and gestures off to the side of her head, where her name and title would be.\n\n"Probably, come to think of it. Did you see that really sexy-looking Alv with the blonde hair and the short-skirt mage armor...?"\n\n"The one in the group of five that was laughing at us?" Arachne rolls her eyes. "That had boobs even bigger than mine? I think the Alv get a boob slider that the minimum starts at DD and goes way higher than-"\n\n"Yeah, but did you notice," you cut in, smirking. "That deep, booming bellylaugh was coming from <i>her</i>."\n\n"Oh? ... Ohhhhh." Arachne's purple eyes widen slightly as she realizes. "Oh dang. All the guys out there playing girl characters-"\n\n"Are going to need to be quiet if they want to dance outside the guild halls now," you supply dryly. "I imagine the girls playing guy characters will have the same problem, but maybe a bit less." You pause, then rub your chin. "Or maybe more. Most girls who played guys were doing it for the bishie yaoi lovin', I wonder if they'll be so eager for it now that it's the real thing?"\n\n"Who does that?" Arachne asks, nose wrinkling.\n\n"Y'know. People," you shrug, thinking of your Alv male alt. Geez, just think, you could have been logged on with <i>him</i> when this happened.\n\n"But Cyanide, what are we gonna do?" Arachne sighs and flops to sit on the bed next to you, tits bouncing energetically even as she slumps to rest her head on your shoulder. "For six months, we'll have that stupid title. I mean, I don't know if people will know it's literal or what, but we'll be a laughingstock. I can't face the guild like that."\n\n"Well. It does say that if we can defeat 100 monsters without, um... a repeat performance... that will get rid of the status."\n\n"Yeah, but we've also got those debuffs," she points out. "Basically, more of them will want to rape us, and it'll be a lot easier for them to grab us and do it."\n\n"Other than that, our only options are either to go to the guild and ask for their help, or try to tough it out here and stay out of sight as much as possible until the status runs out." Shrugging, you add, "Who knows if we'll even be here six months? Maybe when we go to sleep tonight, we'll wake up back home."\n\n"But you don't think so." \n\n"No," you admit. "It's just a gut feeling, but this seems pretty permanent."\n\n"Well... you decide, then." Arachne sighs and flops onto her back, causing yet more jiggling and bouncing. "I'm too tired and freaked out and you're handling this better. I'm still trying to come to grips with..." She trails off, but you can imagine there's quite a long list, with 'Cumming my brains out while getting raped by wolves' and 'Orgasming while being fucked to death' being towards the top of it.\n\n<hr>\n[[Try to kill enough monsters to end the Penalty Status.|GGET3x3]]\n\n[[Just lay low until it goes away.|GGETPlaceholder]]\n\n[[Go to your guild for help.|GGETPlaceholder]]

You quickly bring up your menu and tap the 'Dismount' command, fighting the urge to yelp as your body moves on its own, swinging off the horse and letting it disappear. You hurry forward towards the wolves, then quickly start trying to bring up your attack commands menu.\n\n"Wait! Cyanide, no!" Arachne calls, stopping and whipping around to face you.\n\nFor a moment you think she's trying to say she doesn't need help... then it hits you. Not only is it almost impossible to punch the commands while still holding your swords, you've got so many attack commands buried in menus that it's taking you forever to find anything. You had macros and modded tray icons to help you when it was a game, but those apparently didn't carry over. Too you have the wolves bearing down on you, the sight of them very real-seeming and snapping their jaws making you fumble. As one comes right at you you desperately stab at the attack command, only to hit the very edge of it and drag it across the UI instead.\n\nThe wolf's shoulder slams into you, the hit knocking you backwards and sprawling, your weapons flying out of your hands and scattering across the ground. Gasping for breath, seeing that the single attack has taken a considerable chunk out of your HP despite the monster's relatively low level, you try to flip over and scramble to your feet. You see Arachne rushing towards you to help, only to be body-checked almost identically by another of the Dire Wolves. You freeze momentarily in horror, apparently giving the wolf attacking you ample opportunity.\n\nIts sharp teeth sink into the back of your leather pants, and with a hard yank of its head it tears the material, seams popping and parts simply giving away, abruptly baring your asshole and pussy. Yelping, you try to scramble away, shocked by the strange new perversity of the monsters, but it's not having any of that. The Dire Wolf leaps forward, its powerful forelegs hooking around your middle and yanking you back towards it, the Grappled icon appearing next to your HP bar. Struggling to reach your menu and try anything to break free, your hand keeps slipping as you're distracted by the feeling of something very large poking against your thighs.\n\nYou scream out as the Dire Wolf abruptly finds his target and thrusts in, your pussy forced to spread around the spearlike shape of the oversized canine cock. Clamping its jaws around the back of your neck to force you to be still, it starts pumping and thrusting its hips, working a little more of its thick doggy dick into you with every thrust. You drop your hand from your hud and brace against the ground, every thrust overwhelming you with sensation, a mingling of pain and pleasure that has your nipples trying to drill through the armor plate covering your chest. You gasp and cry out as it fucks you mercilessly, pounding its inhuman prick into your cunt and squeezing its sharp teeth against your skin, drool running down your throat.\n\nYou can see your own HUD, and the way a tiny bit of your HP shaves away every time it slams its cock into you. You can also see Arachne being forced into the same position you are by prods and yanks of the other Dire Wolves, one mounting up onto her back; it doesn't even bother to rip away the crotch of her armor, just thrusts hard enough to tear a hole right through the thin black material with its glistening red cock. Soon the two of you are filling the glade with your shrieks and moans, while the Dire Wolves add their own growls and panting to the mix.\n\nYou can feel something even thicker slamming against the opening of your pussy, rattling your whole body with the force of it. When the Dire Wolf's knot finally forces its way inside you, you give an animalistic howl of your own, cumming hard, your pussy trying to squeeze the thick thing hard. But it pulls out, an almost audible *pop* sounding before it shoves forward and forces it inside again, again making you orgasm. Three more times it works the knot in and out of you before finally shoving in harder than ever, its knot inflating even larger as it begins spilling its immense animal load into your abused Half-Alv pussy.\n\nYou shudder and twitch in its grip, vaguely aware of Arachne undergoing the same treatment ahead of you, the human assassin's whorish tits swaying and jiggling under her as she's knotted by another of the wolves. Finally, the one above you unclamps its jaws and pulls away, its knot having deflated enough to pop back out of you, this time accompanied by a veritable waterfall of thick white jizz. But it's barely off your back before another one mounts up, plunging its cock right back into your violated pussy, making you yelp and shriek again, Arachne screaming out as she too is filled with another monster's pole.\n\nThe eight or so Dire Wolves continue to take turns pounding away at you. It's easy to lose count due to the intensity of the situation and the shameful orgasms you're experiencing, but you're fairly sure that you and Arachne have both been fucked by all eight of them at least once. As one of them pulls away from you, there's a lull, and you exhaustedly wonder if they're finally done. Your vision is swimming as you try to focus on your HUD, seeing that your HP bar is yellow... you can still get back to town on this. You hope. Then an immense shadow falls over you. Fearfully you look over your shoulder, seeing an immense Dire Wolf closer to the size of a horse looming above. The group boss! You futilely try to escape again, but its jaws clamp around your entire head.\n\nSome portion of your mind still registers your HP falling immediately into the red as its cock, easily twice the size of the other monsters', slams into your ass. You scream into the beast's mouth as it begins violating your previously untouched hole, forcing you wider open around the bulging middle, the pointed tip spearing deeper inside you with every movement. Visible chunks fall off your health bar every time its equine-sized canine cock pounds home. Somehow, with everything that's gone before, with that visible sign of the danger, your body decides 'what the hell'... you start cumming with every one of the monster's thrusts in and every time it pulls out, your tongue lolling out and your eyes rolling up in your head. When it finally slams its huge knot into you and inflates it to the size of a basketball, your chiseled stomach starting to round out and swell, you can't even scream with the intensity of your orgasm. And then, amidst it all, you feel its teeth press harder.\n\n<b>*KRNCH*</b>\n\n<hr>\n[[You are dead.|GGET3x2]]

"Let's keep it to just the two of us, for right now," you finally decide. "We don't really know the 'rules' of this world yet, and we definitely don't know who we can trust. We don't wanna get in the middle of a combat zone and then get ditched, or PKed."\n\n"You're right," Arachne answers readily. "Guess we'd better resolve to do it ourselves. ... So, um, sleeping arrangements."\n\n"We're big girls, we can just share the bed." You grin at her, and almost suggest doing more than sharing just because dang, you are both <i>really</i> hot now, but decide that might be pushing it after the weird sort of day you've had. Instead you just say, "I'll take this side, you take that side."\n\nAfter a night of somewhat restless sleep, the two of you rise. Your stomach gurgling, you use your crafting menu to conjure up a plate of bacon and eggs, Arachne doing the same... then both of you making the same unpleasant discovery. "Ugh! It's got no taste!"\n\n"And it's like chewing falling-apart cardboard," Arachne whimpers, looking on the verge of tears. "This suuuucks."\n\nStill, both of you choke down the food to stop your hunger pangs, and then you access the crafting menu again. Luckily you don't much care how swords taste, so you craft a pair and equip them to replace the ones you lost yesterday. They don't have the enchantments, you'd need an Imbuer for that, but oh well.\n\n"I'm running low on crafting materials," you note. "I hope the vendors don't run out, or we can get some more." Especially if you lose more weapons or break more armor, you don't say aloud.\n\n"Okay, so what monsters should we hunt?" Arachne asks, checking and then sheathing her knife.\n\n<hr>\n[[Dire Wolves.|GGETPlaceholder]]\n\n[[Goblins.|GGETPlaceholder]]\n\n[[Elementals.|GGETPlaceholder]]\n\n[[An area boss.|GGETPlaceholder]]

You've got to admit it, even if you usually wouldn't... the kid is adorable. You find yourself smiling and putting a hand atop her head, making her squeak and blush a little with surprise. "It's fine." Wow, been awhile since you said those words and meant them. Oddly you find yourself thinking they feel sort of good. Huh? You glance downward, then 'oh' and carefully squat down, knees together, to pick up a little red velvet pouch. "Did you drop this?"\n\n"Oh! Oh gosh!" The younger girl claps both hands over her mouth, then accepts the pouch from you as you straighten. "The snack fund, it would have ruined the trip! Oh gosh, oh gosh, thank you!" She actually looks like she might burst into tears, her face scrunching up and making her look even younger. And cuter. Eek.\n\n"Well. Ah. Glad I found it for you, then." You actually feel a little awkward. You're not used to people looking at you with... sincerity... in their eyes. You snag your bag and start to move on, only for the girl to grab at the sleeve of your robe.\n\n"Um!" She squirms a bit, then continues. "Um. If... if you don't have anywhere to sit yet, you could... come over to the room we have?"\n\n"... Sure," you answer after a moment's thought. Not like you can stand out here all trip, and maybe you can parlay your uncharacteristic show of goodwill into something socially profitable. You try to keep that thought in mind as the girl's face lights up in a 2000 watt grin and she starts practically dashing back in the direction she came.\n\nWhen she slides open the door, three heads turn to look. Two look like they just have to be related to the girl you're with... same color of brown (slightly unruly) hair, same green-blue eyes, one of them an older girl with her hair in a ponytail and the other a boy your age with his hair starting to get down his neck and in his eyes. The third is a redhead who's also your age, her hair cropped almost boyishly short and slightly spiked, you assume with a mild application of gel. You wind up staring some at her because she has one normal-seeming green eye and one that's a vivid purple you don't think occurs in nature... must be some variety of punk or goth.\n\n"Uh, Mary? Did you get the snacks already?" the boy asks. Your little companion's eyes widen, and she gives a mortified squeak and goes scurrying off again without a word to you. Oh brother.\n\n"Hi," the redhead says, eyeing you dubiously as you linger in the doorway.\n\n"Hi," you answer just as dubiously, not used to speaking or being spoken to by someone so far out of your social genre. But after a moment you add, with a little gesture in the departed girl's direction, "Mary invited me back, so."\n\n"Oh? That's unusual," the older girl says, raising her eyebrow. "Our sister usually can't manage to speak to people she doesn't know without practically hiding in one of her own shoes."\n\n"C'mon in, then," the boy says, waving you on and pointing to the bench next to the older girl. Still a little dubious, you do so, keeping your bag in front of your feet instead of putting it in the overhead bin, just in case you want to make a quick exit. "I'm Gabriel Carpenter, that's my sister Samsa, she's a year ahead of us. This's our friend, Harriet Weaver."\n\n"You're American," Harriet states a bit flatly, still eyeing you.\n\nYou feel like that's an insult or a challenge or something, even if you can't figure out quite how from her tone. You bristle a little, starting to open your mouth to say something, when you're interrupted by the door sliding open again.\n\n"Sorry... sorry," Mary pants as she stumbles back in, carrying a large number of foil-wrapped packages. She almost trips over your bag and you find yourself reflexively reaching out to steady her. She gives you a grateful (bordering on worshipful) look, and when you glance over you notice that Gabriel and Samsa are regarding you rather more warmly as well.\n\n"My name's Layla, I'm from Deviville. My father just moved here for work," you say instead of the retort to Harriet you'd had planned, watching Mary as she hops up onto the bench between you and her sister.\n\nHarriet looks you up and down again, then one corner of her mouth quirks up. "You're Réalta."\n\nGritting your teeth, you glare at her. "Now listen up, you-"\n\n"No, no, Layla!" Gabriel interjects, actually giving Harriet a little slap on the shoulder. "God, you're terrible. Like she knows what Réalta means." Looking back at you, he continues. "It's not an insult, Layla, it's actually the nicest way to refer to someone who's got magic but came from nonmagical parents. It means 'star'."\n\n"Like the stars were shining down on you in welcome," Samsa adds with a grin. "At least that's what they say, anyway."\n\n"... Magic," you echo flatly, looking around at the crazies you're sitting with.\n\nHarriet bursts into laughter, putting her hand over the side of her face with her purple eye. "Oh wow! She made it onto the <i>train</i> without knowing about it! That is fan<i>tastic</i>!"\n\n"Harriet, you're being mean," Mary scolds, puffing out her cheeks.\n\n"Oh, come on! You've got to admit that's funny," Harriet replies, still snickering, with Gabriel and Samsa both looking like they're fighting down giggles as well. Scowling, you grab your bag and stand up, only to have the redhead wave you down. "Wait, wait, sorry. Seriously though, before you go, take a glance out the window. Then you can decide if you wanna leave."\n\nStill scowling, but actually feeling confused enough now to risk being made further fun of, you shuffle by the feet of the others and take a peek out the window, trying not to look too hard or move too much lest it turn out to be some sort of painful prank. Instead what you see is the ground steadily shrinking away, with the rest of the train visible below as it apparently moves in a slow spiral upwards.\n\nYou stagger back and find yourself falling back into your seat, eyes wide. Mary, looking sympathetic, holds up one of the foil wrappers she's still carrying. Mechanically you tear it open and without really thinking about it start sucking on the green popsicle inside, not even wondering how it's still perfectly cold and unmelty despite having been in Mary's hands for several minutes.\n\n"Just... finish that, you'll probably feel better by the time you do," Gabriel says gently.\n\n"She got on the <i>train</i> without knowing about magic," Harriet murmurs, shoulders still shaking.\n\n"Harriet," Samsa says with a scowl.\n\n"Oh, come on!"\n\n<hr>\n\n[[Continue.|Aspareth2x3]]

By bus is fine. You like everyone on the squad, after all, and spending a couple of days with them on a road trip is hardly the worst thing in the world.\n\nSchool regulations state that uniforms are to be worn during any school-related activities, so on the day of departure there's a cluster of laughing, fit teenage girls gathered around outside the school, wearing cheerleading outfits in the school's colors of red, white, and gold. A few girls are doing impromptu cheer practice on their own, driven more by enthusiasm than dedication, but you can't exactly throw stones since you're one of the ones doing it.\n\nEventually the old grey schoolbus the school uses for long-distance trips with less than a dozen people pulls up in front of you, the door swinging open. The coach responsible for girls' cheerleading, Coach Morrison, grins at you from behind the wheel. She's fairly young, fit, pretty, and wears her brown hair cut short... you've done your best to avoid stereotyping her as a lesbian because, c'mon, assuming that just because she's short-haired, small-breasted, and teaches gym is mean.\n\nOnce everyone's luggage is loaded and everyone's aboard, the bus pulls away, heading out of the suburbs and across the country. Ahead is five days of cheap motels and fast food... or, as you prefer to think of it, five days of constant sleepover and eating what you want!\n\nHowever, as the first day wears on, you notice that it's long past the time you were supposed to stop for the night for the first day. It's beginning to get dark, and as the bus crests a hill, you notice that ahead is not a small town with a strip of motels, but a line of trees. Mist has begun to roll in, curling around the dark, almost black trunks and obscuring the road.\n\nThe bus comes to a rather creaking stop at a fork in the road that can barely be seen, both stretches of pavement heading into the woods. Blinking you get up and go to sit down in the front seat beside Coach Morrison, who's glaring at a road map.\n\n"Think I took a wrong turn about an hour ago," she mutters, then sighs and shakes her head. "Sorry, Amanda. Hey, you got an A in geography, right? They had a section on reading maps, can you figure this out?" She passes the folded paper over to you, grumbling under her breath about the cheapskate school that won't spring for even one GPS unit.\n\nYou accept the map, looking it over. It's a little difficult to judge exactly where you are, but you think you have a decent recollection of which towns you passed through. Making an educated guess, you trace a finger along the road you're fairly sure you're on, and try to judge which fork will take you to a town fairly quickly.\n\n"I think we need to go..."\n\n<hr>\n[[Right.|CheerForestStart]]\n\n[[Left.|CheerMotelStart]]

"I kinda wanna see this auction, now that we've gotten this far," you admit, running a hand up and down Karen's thigh. "Besides, I've had so much fun ordering her around. It'd feel kinda incomplete just getting out of a car and watching her get driven away with."\n\n"Ah, I'm really liking you more and more, you know?" Aerin says almost dreamily, and you find yourself blushing at the praise. "Of course you wouldn't. Besides, someone like you... I'm betting you want to see how it's done. You'll want to buy one of your own someday, after all."\n\nThe idea hadn't really occurred to you, but through the rest of the drive you find it's all you can think about. Owning a slave? Would it be more or less of a power trip than what you did with Karen? After all with her, you had leverage, more than just 'I owned you', and yet who's to say it couldn't be the same with a real slave? You almost miss the fact that you're in the downtown business district, approaching one of the ultramodern office buildings, one of those with an attached, enclosed parking structure built onto the side. "This is where the auction house is?" you ask in surprise as Aerin presents a card to the attendant, the garage door rolling up to admit the SUV as it drives forward and begins making its way up the ramps.\n\n"The auction and a number of other things. All right here, in the middle of the city. Blatant, huh?" she replies with a chuckle. The car has to pass through a few more doors, before she comes to a stop next to a set of sliding, opaque glass ones. Those doors part, and a number of slender figures wearing shimmering, transparent baggy leggings, loincloths made of the same material, and nipple rings with ornamented chains running between them, their faces covered by solid silver masks, step out. Both men and women have beautiful, sleek bodies, and you're left staring as Aerin opens the door, not saying a word as several of them haul Karen out and carry her back through the doors. You almost don't notice your own door opening, but scurry out of the car as Aerin slides out and allows one of the servants to take her place behind the wheel, the doors closing and the car driving off. (Aerin is in fact wearing a dress, although the bottom is fairly loose and leaves her knees bare.) "We go in through there," she notes, pointing towards an antique-seeming wooden door lit from above by an apparent gas-flame red lantern, the whole thing jarring quite badly with the rest of the parking garage aesthetic. Still, one of the servants has remained to open the door for the two of you as you approach.\n\nYou walk side-by-side with Aerin as she enters the long hallway, definitely looking more like something from a grand old mansion than a high-rise. Despite that, you can't help but be shocked when at the end of it, the two of you exit into something that looks a lot more like an upscale opera house's lobby than anything else. (Not that you've been to any upscale opera houses in person, but you've seen plenty of movies, so.) There are huge curving staircases leading up, a large bar, and a number of those silver-masked servants practically gliding around the room, silently attending the handful of people who have already gathered, most of them in a variety of different formal garb.\n\n"And these are other sellers, our illustrious buyers, and in many cases both," Aerin says quietly to you as the two of you walk in, her pale brown eyes skimming over the room. "We're quite early, so obviously not everyone is here yet... these are actually mostly sellers who, like us, wanted to drop off their product with plenty of time for the house to look it over, assess it, and prepare it. And to enjoy the house's hospitality, of course," she adds wryly, tilting her head towards where one of the dapper-suited men has his hand beneath the loincloth of one of the servants, stroking the masked man's cock almost idly. "Open bar, compliant servants, various other entertainments. But I'm curious as to what you think of them, Cyan. Go ahead and take a good look," she urges in a whisper. "Tell me your assessment of those here."\n\nYou nod a little, looking around, doing your best not to stare but at the same time to intently observe the non-servants. There seem to be a few people wearing very standard tuxedos, and you decide those must be employees who are actual employees as opposed to the obvious slaves in masks. As for the rest, "They seem very..." you muse softly, hesitating before finishing your thought.\n\n<hr>\n[["... rich."|GGAerin]]\n\n[["... strange."|GGAerin1x3]]

"There's something that's just off about them," you say with a small frown. "I'm... not sure what it is. It's not their looks, entirely, though it's some of that, but something about them seems... false? Hidden? I don't know the word for it."\n\n"Good girl, very good girl," Aerin murmurs, in such a tone of pride that you can't help but blush. "I knew I was right to bring you. Alright, let me help you out with what it is. That man there, the broad one, not any taller than you, with the nice suit and green tie. You see him?"\n\nYou easily enough spot the man she's talking about, since you noticed him earlier. He does sort of stand out, having practically pointed, puffy ears that angle out from his head, rather small-set eyes, and a thick, jowly face without much neck. "Yeah."\n\n"That's a King Goblin." As you turn your head to stare at her, she flicks her fingers. "Not actually royalty, think of it more like 'king crab'. And that one there, the tall fellow with good shoulders, probably look like a cover model if his face weren't so long? Horseman."\n\nFrowning at her teasing you, you look over at a tall, slender woman wearing a practically transparent sparkly blue dress that does nothing to hide the pale nipples of her small, pert breasts, nor the completely smooth cleft of her pussy, standing next to a short man with shaggy brown hair and a pointed goatee. "Uh-huh. What about those two?"\n\n"A satyr and his water nymph slave-wife," Aerin answers with such speed and ease that it puts a dent in the idea she's having to think this up. "See that almost invisible gold wire around her neck? She must be his favorite, to let her feel practically unrestrained like that."\n\n"... I..." You trail off, shaking your head.\n\n"Think I'm having fun at your expense?" Aerin grins brightly at you, leaning in and resting her hands on your shoulders as she whispers directly in your ear, so close her lips almost brush your skin. "But part of you knows I'm not. Look riiiight... there," she murmurs, bringing one hand around to press her fingertips almost imperceptibly against your jaw to turn your head. "The tall lady who's just barely covering those absolutely luscious tits with that green dress. Don't overthink it, just say the word, part of you already knows."\n\n"Elf," you find yourself whispering before you can really think twice about it, before blinking and turning your head to look at Aerin.\n\n"Mm-hmmm. And you know what I am too," she whispers, staring into your eyes intently, even as hers fade from pale brown to amber, then deepen to a truly brilliant, almost metallic yellow that spreads out, covering her entire eye, her pupils extending upward into slits before stretching out short barbs from the center to make them look like uneven stars. At your mute nod, somewhere between terrified and entranced, you can see her smile fill her eyes, despite how alien they've become. "Of course you do. I'm the scariest thing in here... so far. But don't be frightened, because I'm going to keep you safe. Though we need to do one thing to accomplish that."\n\nShe straightens up, tilting her head slightly and raising her eyebrows a little as she regards you. "The fact of the matter is, free humans who aren't staff or titled are... well, not forbidden here, but they have no rights. Any creature that realizes what you are... and I promise you they'll all know at first look... can do whatever they want to you. That includes claiming you as property. Unless, of course, you're very visibly someone else's property." As she says that, she brings up a hand, palm turning downward and a series of linked golden squares embossed with strange symbols dropping from it, forming a necklace. Or actually, a-\n\n"Y-you can't be serious," you stammer under your breath, eyes widening.\n\n"Well they can't grab you and make you their slave if you're already mine," Aerin murmurs... actually, she's practically purring, her glowing golden eyes fixed on you. "It's just not done. Using or abusing someone else's property without permission in a place like this is grounds for an instant death sentence, at best. No one would dare lay a hand on you that you... or I... didn't allow with this around your neck."\n\n"But... but I thought we came here to sell Karen," you continue nervously, glancing towards the entrance. "I didn't think we came here so that... you could force that around my neck and..."\n\n"Sshh, sshh, easy," she soothes, lowering the collar-necklace and turning her hand to let it cup in her palm again, reaching out to cup your cheek with the other. Her expression is actually quite gentle now, a soft smile as she looks into your eyes. "I'm not going to force anything. This particular collar will only even close if you fasten it on yourself, of your own free will. You don't have to wear it at all. If you do, you will be safe to go about as you please, and I guarantee no harm will come to you, not even the whiff of it. Everything I've said still applies... you'll get forty percent of what I get from Karen's sale, yours to take and spend however you like. You can go home after your stay in the hotel, and never see me again... in time, with distance, the spell will wear off, the collar will open, and you'll be free of even the specter of my influence. Or... you can consider it a bond between us," she continues, rubbing her thumb over your cheek. "My promise to show you the way into a much, much bigger world, and how you can become far more powerful than a bit of youthful blackmail ever made you feel."\n\nYou stare into her eyes, then slowly down at her hand, where the golden segments of the collar are gleaming in the subdued lighting of the lobby.\n\n<hr>\n[[Put it on.|GGAerin1x4]]\n\n[[Refuse it.|GGAerin]]

You think back to your encounter with Aerin... just how casual and comfortable she seemed with everything, like she'd done it a hundred times before, and like she didn't have a care in the world about doing it. If she was actually worried in the slightest, she certainly didn't show it.\n\n... Yeah, that's not someone you want to test. Whatever your feelings on turning Karen over to be sold, you're not willing to risk your new... acquaintance's wrath to save her. Much better to go along for the ride, profit, and... and, well, you can sort of feel out how you really feel about it as you go.\n\nFriday dawns, and sometime in the morning you get a text from Karen reading 'Do I still have to do this?'\n\nYou text back 'Yes, but we're going out first. A friend invited me to a party.' You consider, then follow up with another text message saying 'I've decided your outfit. Bare midriff, short skirt, no bra, NO PANTIES. :stuck_out_tongue:' After all, she's going to wind up stripped, right? Might as well give whoever does it less to take off.\n\n'You can't be serious!'\n\nFeeling a little riled at her resistance, you reply back 'Completely. And either you're going to message me a video of you getting undressed, followed by pictures of you wearing the outfit complete with upskirt, or I'll upload the videos I already have to Devilist. Your choice. :scowling_devil:'\n\nYou sit watching your phone waiting, and grin as you eventually see the reply messages with attachments. Karen has obviously propped up the phone to take video, expression one of humiliation as she pulls off her top and undoes her bra, breasts shaking as she slips out of it. Her shorts and panties follow, and she stands up, displaying her naked body for your inspection, before she hurries towards the camera and the video ends. The next few messages are mirror-selfies of her wearing a thin pink long-sleeved top with no midriff and shoulder-windows, her nipples visibly stiff under it, and a white pleated skirt. The last one is a fairly close-up image of the skirt being lifted with one hand, the other obviously holding the camera to take a picture of her bare, smooth snatch.\n\n'Happy?' comes the terse followup message.\n\n'Very.' you reply, admitting to yourself that you are. Maybe this won't be so bad after all, though you're going to miss bossing her around after you sell her. 'I'll be there at five, just come out and get in the car.'\n\nAt just before 4:45, you head out as well. You've decided to dress up a little, since it felt appropriate, wearing one of your handful of 'formal' shirts, a deep blue silk blouse that you've left the top few buttons of undone, a black skirt, and blue tights that closely match the color of the blouse, and one of your nicer pairs of boots. You easily spot the SUV at the corner of Cherry Street... at first you think it's black, but as you get closer you realize it's an extremely dark purple with a faint sparkle to it, albeit the blackout windows are definitely solid midnight. The back door swings open, and you have to admit you feel like preening a little as Aerin gives a soft whistle. "Looking very nice!"\n\n"Thanks," you answer as you climb in and close the door after yourself, scooting over. Aerin's fairly dressed-up too, as you can see she's wearing an almost iridescent purple top with no back. You can't make out if it's a dress or what from here, though, and she apparently has other matters on her mind than fashion now as she sets off driving. She picks something up from the passenger seat, and leans her hand back towards you.\n\n"Here, I assume you can manage to work this?"\n\nIt's her little dart gun. Accepting it, you glance it over, and shrug. "Seems simple enough. So what, I just dart her in the neck when she gets in?"\n\n"Simple and clean," Aerin singsongs in a way that says she's played a certain video game.\n\n"Is it the same stuff you shot me with?" you can't help but ask a little wryly.\n\n"No, that stuff's very short-term, and she really doesn't need to be awake for this. That's a more standard tranquilizer, lasts about twelve hours or until antidoted. The auction people will decide when to bring her around for her sale."\n\nYou nod, turning over your thoughts along the ride, all the way up through pulling into the drive of Karen's big fancy house. Not too long after, the front door opens and closes and Karen steps out in the outfit she showed you, as well as a pair of white slip-on heels, looking like she's stepping very carefully to avoid letting the skirt flip up. You see Aerin move slightly, and the passenger side back door swings open on its own, leaving her to climb in gingerly while trying to hold the skirt down and smooth it under her. She blinks, though, as she settles in and gets her first good look at Aerin, and that she's obviously no teenager driving their parent's car. "Who is this? Cyan, what sort of party is-"\n\nShe doesn't get much further before you bring the gun up and pull the trigger, the slender little cylinder practically seeming to appear out of the side of her neck. Her next few words are silent despite her lips still moving, her eyes widening as a hand starts to come up. Then her eyes sag closed, and her body starts to lean forward until you hurriedly reach over, planting a hand on one of her boobs as you tilt her back against the seat.\n\n"Good job," Aerin chirps as she apparently presses the 'door close' button, then sets out driving again. "Well, one pretty, fit blonde with nice tits in the bag. Now, I suppose at this point, I don't really <i>need</i> you for anything else, and I can drop you off at the hotel. Orrr, you can come with me to the auction and watch her get sold off. It would certainly make sure I don't stiff you on your share, after all. But, your choice, you've certainly earned the right to make it."\n\n<hr>\n[[Hotel.|GGAerin]]\n\n[[Auction.|GGAerin1x2]]

You take a deep breath and let it out slowly, then reach to gently take the collar from Aerin's hand. Turning it to make sure the carved symbols are facing out, you bring it up and slide it around your neck, bringing the two ends together behind you. You hear a faint hiss and could swear you smell hot metal, but there's no pain to indicate that anything back there actually became molten. You resist the urge to yelp as the collar quickly snugs up around your neck, fitting against your skin. You'd almost expect it to choke you, but it's... actually almost comfortable. You're vaguely, constantly aware of the faint pressure of its presence, but otherwise there's little sense that you're wearing anything.\n\n"Ah... it looks gorgeous on you, and you look so good wearing it, cute stuff," Aerin murmurs.\n\nYou look up at her, and this time you can't help but start a little. Her hair is now shining as if made of finely-woven strands of metal, still black with a sheen of purple. But she also has iridescent purple scales that match the color of her dress running from around her (pointed) ears and down her jaw and the sides of her necks, along her shoulders and covering her arms, which are still proportioned much the same, though her fingers are tipped with black claws. Her breasts are larger, standing out more under the dress, and the reason it was backless is more apparent due to the wings folded in against her back, purple and black like the rest of her. When she grins at you, this time she lets some teeth show, revealing that some are much sharper than they were.\n\n"Scared?" she asks evenly.\n\n"... A little," you admit in a whisper.\n\n"<i>Good</i>," she answers, reaching out to cup your chin and leaning in to press a surprisingly gentle kiss to your lips. You shiver a little, but close your eyes and kiss back. She doesn't deepen it or hold it for very long, but soon raises her head, still grinning at you. "If you weren't, you wouldn't be very smart. Besides, some fear makes things exciting, doesn't it?" At your rather mute nod, she winks and then gestures. "Take a look."\n\nYou turn to look at the crowd again, and see that very few of them still look completely human. The broad, portly man now has deep green skin with a number of warts, his ears even more prominent than before. The man with the long face really does look like an upright horse, his thick-fingered hands tipped with hooflike nails, though his hold on his champagne flute is surprisingly delicate. The slender woman's long blonde hair has turned pale blue and ripples as if in an underwater current, her dress now visibly made of actual water, rippling and flowing like a stream, her body both more clearly visible and somewhat distorted by it; next to her, her husband/owner is now revealed to have horns, his lower body bare, brown-furred goat legs tipped with hooves and a heavy pair of balls and thick sheath almost hidden by the angle he's standing at. The woman in the green dress is now far more beautiful, all the colors of both her dress and body somehow more saturated, more brilliant than should be possible in this lighting.\n\n"I can see what they are," you whisper.\n\n"You always could, but a bit of their magic and your own perceptions kept you from understanding it," Aerin murmurs back, her wings shifting a little. "The collar's helping awaken a bit more of your inner magical potential, so you've partially opened your third eye. It's why you perceive their physical forms completely now."\n\n"Magical poten-... third ey-... me?"\n\n"Yes you." Aerin actually laughs a little, winking one of her glowing golden eyes at you again. "You have the potential to be an extremely powerful witch, easily worthy of a title. Or... well, let's just say you could go much, much higher than that and leave it there for now." She leans in to peck your lips quickly again, before straightening and turning. "Now, I need to go do some token mingling with a few of the other sellers, and probably a couple of buyers once they show up." She waves a bit as she sashays off, revealing that the back of the dress drapes just low enough to show a hint of the cleft of her ass below the folds of her wings. "Have fun, be confident, explore!"\n\nWell. Now you're left standing on your own trying to adjust to your worldview having shifted without a clutch. So you just stand there for a minute processing, before you set off to wander through the lobby, for lack of anything better to do. At first it's a fight not to stare at the myriad of strange beings populating the lobby, especially as more of them trickle in by ones, or twos, or even small groups. But gradually it... well, it sort of normalizes. There's only so many times you can be shocked by an elf or a lionman walking through the door in ball wear. Most of them don't seem to be paying the least bit of attention to you, either, which helps... fantasy creatures seem far less intimidating and far more normal when they're just standing around politely chatting, drinking, and smoking like people at a dinner party. Eventually you make your way to the bar, figuring that if any place isn't going to bother to check ID, it's here. The man behind the bar does look human, and is in a tuxedo, though you notice a slender silver choker around his neck with faintly-glowing blue runes. "What can I get you?" he asks as you rest your hands on the edge of the bar.\n\n"Ah..." You look over the racks of bottles, some of which are familiar, others not so much, and others looking more like large potions than anything. There are also cabinets of wine, and boxes that you suppose are cigars and cigarettes. At a bit of a loss, you shrug and ask, easily enough, "What do you recommend?"\n\nHe considers you, including glancing at your collar. "First time?" At your nod, he turns and makes his way over to one of the cabinets, opening it up and plucking out a small silver case. Walking back over, he opens it up to reveal two rows of about a dozen in total cigarettes, filterless ones at that... actually it takes you a moment to realize they seem to be hand-rolled, considering their perfect uniformity and shape. "Dragonleaf soaked in blueberry juice. Even if you're not a smoker, I think you'll find these pleasant."\n\nWell, what the hell. "That sounds cool, thanks."\n\n"Allow me to get a complimentary lighter to go with them, miss, one moment," he says, turning and rounding the corner and briefly disappearing from sight.\n\n"Ohhhh, an unattended human!"\n\nBlinking at the sound of a rich, but somewhat odd voice, you turn slightly and twist your head to see that the satyr is now standing a handful of feet behind you. You realize that a bit of slick pink is poking out of that sheath, the reason fairly obvious as he leers at your skirted ass.\n\n"Bend over and hold on to the bar for me, human, I want to try out your ass," he declares cheerfully, reaching down to rub at his furry balls as a bit more of his inhuman cock slips out.\n\n<hr>\n[[Better do it.|GGAerin]]\n\n[[Chew him out.|GGAerin]]\n\n[[Be calm about it.|GGAerin1x5]]

Though you feel a brief flare of anger at the imperiousness of his demand, you haul back on it. This place obviously has its own rules and etiquette, and you need to abide by them... while making sure others who interact with you do as well. Calmly picking up one of the cigarettes and holding it between your fingers, you turn towards him, brushing back your hair as you do to make sure that your collar is fully visible. "Beg pardon?" you say evenly.\n\nHis dark eyes blink once, and immediately the leer disappears, replaced with an expression of contrition. "No, it's I who must beg your pardon, young miss," he says with apparent sincerity, bringing a hand up to touch his chest, even as his cock slides back into its sheath fully. "I have most awfully overstepped my bounds, I hope you'll forgive me."\n\nDeciding it's probably best not to push your luck, you give a nod. "You couldn't see the collar, mistakes happen."\n\n"Still, I should have at least considered. At the very least, allow me to light that for you." He produces a match from one of his pockets, and with another mental 'what the hell' you put the cigarette between your lips and lean forward to let him strike the match with a flick of his thumb and offer it to you. You inhale lightly, and are surprised by just how smoothly the smoke starts flowing into your mouth and down your throat. You'd have expected to cough violently like most people do with their first cigarette, but this... it's more like the memory of liquid flowing down your throat even as it's happening, with a taste like blueberries and... cherrywood? You can't help but stare a little bit at it as you bring it from your lips and exhale a fine, faintly blue cloud of smoke. Hearing a light chuckle from ahead of you, you notice the satyr giving you a much more cordial smile. "First time?"\n\n"Ah, yeah," you admit. You glance aside and offer a soft 'thank you' as the bartender returns and sets a small silver lighter next to the case, then look back to the faun. "First for a lot of things, really."\n\n"Here with your owner?" he asks, gesturing to one of the seats at the bar as he takes one.\n\n"Yes," you reply, trying not to stumble over the fact that you suppose Aerin does now own you, to all appearances... and perhaps more than appearances, you have to admit, as you accept the seat. "Aerin and I are here to sell a girl I, ah, acquired."\n\n"Oh, very nice, very nice, I'm acquainted with your owner, she's quite the lady. My name is Malyx, and ah, this is one of my wives, Hhlahnha," he adds as the water-clad nymph drifts over, giving you a smile and a nod but staying standing behind her owner's seat.\n\n"Cyan." You take another pull on the cigarette, finding the second one as enjoyable as the first. You glance down at the case and lighter next to it. Do you seriously get to keep these? Sweet. ... You're going to have to figure out where to put them, though, the hidden pocket at your hip only has room for your cellphone. Still, you find yourself having a surprisingly agreeable chat with a satyr as you smoke and he drinks, certainly not a phrase you thought you'd be thinking at any point when you got up this morning. Even though the two of you obviously don't have a lot in common, he seems to be one of those people that's just easy to talk to... even if he does have a knack for steering the conversation in lewd directions. Of course you find yourself relaxed and comfortable enough with following him down such paths, even with discussing your particular brand of dominating Karen. You wonder if that's the effect of the 'Dragonleaf'? You don't feel... altered, really, just relaxed and perhaps more confident because of it.\n\n"Malyx," you hear Aerin say breezily before you can see her, the purple-scaled woman gliding in from the side and slipping her arm around your middle.\n\n"Ah, Aerin, good to see you," the satyr answers easily, before pulling a somewhat exaggerated pout. "I am deathly afraid I made a bit of a fool with myself regarding your slave here, making demands of her before I realized she was owned. I do hope if I can make up for that somehow, you'll let me know."\n\n"Mmm, you could always sell me Kik'pah, like I've been bugging you to for the last two decades," Aerin coos, leaning forward a bit and spreading her wings slightly, just narrowly missing your head.\n\nMalyx opens his mouth as if to offer an immediate denial, then closes it. Finally he tilts his head a bit. "Tell you what, Sunday brunch and we'll discuss it."\n\n"Have your sprite circle my sprite, we'll set it up," Aerin answers agreeably as Malyx gets up from his chair, the two of them making polite partings, with you joining in before the satyr and his slave depart. Almost immediately Aerin's leaning in towards you, one of her sleek, slick-scaled hands cupping around the front of your throat and along your jaw, making you shiver as she leans in and inhales deeply in your hair. "Mmmm, you smell so fucking amazing, cute stuff," she almost moans, before covering your mouth with hers. Feeling helpless in a way you never knew could be such a turn-on, you part your lips at the feel of her long, slender tongue pressing into your mouth, practically coiling around your own tongue and stroking it. She makes a very soft, but very low sound against your lips, and realizing that it really is a moan makes you tremble, your tights clinging against your pussy as it moistens. (Okay, maybe you should have gone ahead and worn panties after all.)\n\nYou're fighting not to pant once she actually breaks the kiss, her hand lowering to rest on one of your thighs instead, golden eyes glowing with a fresh kind of heat as she gazes into yours. "Dragonleaf?" At your somewhat numb nod, she smirks. "... Develop a habit. Consider that your very first order." Her hand squeezes lightly on your thigh, making you shiver, before she says, "Not long now before the auction. You ready to go sit down?"\n\n<hr>\n[[You're ready to go sit down.|GGAerin]]\n\n[[You're ready for her to fuck your brains out.|GGAerin]]

"It's not that great an idea, but what about repurposed Halloween candy?" you suggest, holding up a finger, your nose twitching and one ear giving a flick. ... This is taking some getting used to. "Even if we can't disguise it as Easter candy, 'leftover Halloween candy' is still better than nothing!"\n\nAll the bunnies exchange a nervous look, before Bruno says, "B-but Boss, that would mean dealing with... the Pumpkin King." He almost whispers the last words, a shiver passing through all the bunnies and causing their fur to puff out some. \n\n"It's fine, I'll manage it," you declare, waving off their concerns. Hey, maybe you'll get to meet Jack Skellington or something! "Just show me how to set up a meeting."\n\n"You'll have to go to Halloween Town. This classifies as a holiday emergency, so you can use the quick travel methods. This way," Bruno says, hopping off and leaving you to bound after him. He heads for the edge of town, towards an area with a white picket fence around it and a number of stone easter eggs... wait, are those gravestones?! You notice one even seems rather fresh. ... Oh, right. You're starting to feel some of that nervousness as Bruno makes his way towards another grave... an open one, a pastel-decorated coffin resting in the bottom of it, gaping open. "Here it is."\n\n"... S-seriously? This is how I get to Halloween Town?" you ask, your voice starting to tremble a little. "Isn't there another way?"\n\n"There's the long way, but you might not even get there and back before Easter. This is definitely the only way that can handle this crisis in time," Bruno asserts.\n\nYou swallow hard, but after a bit more hesitation nod and rather reluctantly climb down into the grave. You ease yourself down to lay in the coffin, suppressing a squeak of fear as the lid swings closed of its own accord and shuts you into complete darkness. You lay there with your heart hammering, wondering if that old claim that rabbits can die of fright applies to you now. After a minute or two of nothing happening, you start to say aloud, "So do I just open the lid and I'm there, or...?"\n\nAs if in answer, the solid ground beneath the coffin apparently disappears by the way it suddenly drops. You're left screaming in the darkness as you can feel the coffin falling, before striking something and jostling you hard. You're left lurching back and forth against the walls of your little tomb as it apparently slaloms along some sort of slope or slide, twisting and turning and leaving you breathless from all your howling in terror. \n\nThere's suddenly a brief sense of weightlessness as the coffin apparently flies through the air again, before crashing down at an angle, the lid popping open and sending you tumbling out over dark, uneven cobblestones. Dizzy and disoriented, you quickly scramble to your feet and look around at the dark, foreboding street you've been ejected onto. If you were expecting the twisted geometry and spirals of Tim Burton's preferred aesthetic, you're certainly not seeing it here. These buildings are classically creepy, and though their geometry seems vaguely... wrong, the twisting is subtle, seeing them loom over you like monsters slowly easing out of the shadows to grab you, the cold breeze blowing rustling trees and bushes to give them a faint sense of motion.\n\nYou jerk your head back and forth as you hear soft, almost insane cackling as well as other, equally disturbing sounds from various shadows and alleys... heavy breathing, claws on stone, cracking things. Then you whirl around as the very cobblestones split open, pushed apart by the rising of a large jack-o-lantern with nothing but flickering flames inside, followed by a long, thin body wrapped in a suit. You don't see bones, but instead what look like sticks, or maybe thick vines of some sort, with little curls of green poking out here and there amidst sleeves and lapels. The tall, pumpkin-headed figure curls its scratchy-looking, vine-like fingers in an exaggerated motion as if pondering pouncing on a particularly delicious meal as it leans in towards you, its carved smile growing wider, and then moving with its words, somehow both booming and a hissing whisper.\n\n"And who are you, hmmmm?" Little flickers of the flames inside the pumpkin flash past the carved mouth with every word, leaving scorch marks on the gourd's flesh that almost immediately disappear.\n\n"Ea-... Ea-... Easter Bunny," you manage to stammer out, feeling your whole body trembling.\n\n"Ohhh? Are you now?" The Pumpkin King seems amused, his carved gourd of a head tilting back and forth on the extended vine of his neck, which grows further and twists through the air as he looks at you from more angles. "Or are you merely a scared little girl in a vest, hmmmm?"\n\n<hr>\n[["... Easter Bunny."|HEaster]]\n\n[[External screaming intensifies, forever.|HEaster]]

Eh. Gotta do what you gotta do, but you'll probably wind up having at least some fun and spending time with at least someone you like, right?\n\nSo, who do you wind up babysitting?\n\n[[Cassie's Little Brother|CassBroStart]] - You think "precocious" is the right word for your best friend's little brother... a less sweet person than you might say "smartypants little brat". This would really be more you assisting Cassie so she doesn't have to go through it alone.\n\n[[Your own little brother|SweetBroStart]] - It would be nice of you to let your parents have some free vacation time by agreeing to watch your little brother while they were away. Plus, y'know, family bonding and all that.\n\n[[Group effort|SweetBabysit]] - Occasionally all the parents wind up going to a big party, so maybe you could just all agree to watch your little siblings and other charges as a group. Sort of a sleepover just with, y'know, some responsibility too.

"Fleshbenders" are the combination healer and buffer/debuffer class of trolls, supposedly altering the bodies of friends and foes to create their effects (which translates to the same green and red numbers that pop up for every other class, just with a mildly gross crunchy/squishy noise). Still, they can be pretty powerful when built properly, so you select it for your troll. The model shifts, thick fingers growing claws, body gaining spots of chitinous black armor scattered across its blue skin, and a rather demonic-looking tail sprouts from behind him. The loincloth turns white and grows until it's almost brushing the ground, and the white warpaint spreads across his body to form a pattern you might expect to see on some sort of poisonous frog... and sinks in slightly, making it clear it's now skin patterning and not just paint. Yow, they really went all out on this one.\n\nYou'd figure on the next thing being able to alter some of that to suit your own preferences, and instead get a traits selection thing. Ah, the new dynamic. Some of these really do seem a little on the naughty side... you're not sure if it really rates an "adults only" exception instead of some kind of warning, but eh.\n\n<center>Select your character's trait.</center>\n\n[[Pleasured Change|GGWOWplaceholder]] - Your character's alterations bring their target ecstasy, to the point few can bring themselves to resist them, especially if they have been changed before. Beware, some can become addicted... including your own Fleshbender! (So your abilities work better but probably give a status effect after they wear off or something.)\n\n[[Empowered Change|GGWOWplaceholder]] - Your Fleshbender's alterations know fewer limits than those of other Fleshbenders... in time, possibly no limits at all. Be warned, these changes may go beyond even your Fleshbender's ability to control. (So probably your abilities have a higher cap than normal, but use up MP a lot faster.)\n\n[[Bestial Change|GGWOWplaceholder]] - Your Fleshbender primarily draws upon animals and other inhumanoid creatures as inspiration for their alterations. Be warned, such changes can leave lasting marks, or even become permanent! (Most likely some different skills and powers, but risks of status effects when using them.)

Little audio plays, huh? Yeah, you've listened to people do those before, with varying levels of skill and interest. You're gonna go out on a limb and guess most of them are pervy. Let's see... there's just a ton of scroll and you're betting you won't find any good stuff by browsing the genres. Let's sort by... username. Those should make it fairly obvious what sort of content you're in for. Now who to have a look at...?\n\n<hr>\n[[Transformaster11|GGME]]\n\n[[KokMastress18In|GGME]]\n\n[[BlackMajikWoman|GGME]]\n\n[[FukkenFurriez|GGME]]

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

You're kind of concerned about this cat, it sounds like the owner is at the end of their rope. You don't want it to wind up in some run-down shelter, or worse. Or for the human to have a nervous breakdown, that would also be bad. As to your parents giving you permission to have a cat... ... well, if you show up with the cat and everything you need to take care of it and explain that this was a humanitarian decision, you're sure you can swing it. (Forgiveness, permission, etc.) Taking a shower and putting on some clean clothes, since you want to make it clear you're 'a good home', you make the call. "Hi, my name's Cyan, I'm calling about your ad on Devilist, about the cat?"\n\n"Oh thank the stars," the woman who answered says with a relieved sigh. "I thought no one would ever be interested."\n\n"Yeah, you uh, you kinda did make him sound like... a handful," you note, glancing at the ad on your screen.\n\n"I believe in being honest. He's not bad, really... quite. Just naughty, for the most part." She huffs again, then says, "Listen, why don't you come over so you can have a look at him and I can have a look at you, and if everything seems alright you can take him home today."\n\nYou head out, the address being only a few blocks away. The house is very... quaint, in that it seems like a somewhat older style than the ones around it and has a faint air of 'storybook village' hovering around. Instead of pink lawn flamingos it has pink fake lollipops in the yard. (Well, you assume they're fake.) You head up the walk and knock on the door, then stare as it opens and you're face-to-boobs with a truly impressive rack. You actually have to take a half-step back to get more of the picture... the woman seems a bit older then your mother, wearing a very tight black dress that covers her from the top of her neck down to her ankles... it's loose around the lower arms and the legs, but extremely tight around her chest and midriff. She has long, thick blonde hair and purple eyes, which have slight bags under them.\n\n"Thank goodness you're here. Ah, excuse me. My name's Andy," she says, offering you her hand.\n\n"Cyan," you reiterate, taking the hand and giving it a shake.\n\n"Please come in, Cyan." She steps back and gestures you inside. The entryway and living room within both have that same look like someone was a little too into the setting houses at a theme park, or a Disney animated version of a house. Still, it seems pleasant and comfortable enough. As you're hanging around near the doorway, in that sort of awkward 'you haven't asked me to sit' area that people get stuck in when visiting a stranger's home, Andy turns and raises her voice, hands resting on her generous hips. "Puck! Puck, you may as well come out! This is the girl who's likely going to be adopting you!"\n\nYou find it a little weird someone would bother calling a cat... which is why it's also slightly weird when part of the shadow behind a dresser detaches and comes sliding out, resolving into a very, very black cat with sleepy yellow eyes. It gives a trademark feline fliptop head yawn as it prowls forward, tail flitting back and forth as if to emphasize it was taking its own sweet time about coming out, and only because it felt like it.\n\n"I kind of think you were asking for it, naming him 'Puck'," you note, squatting down close to him and grinning, giving your fingers a wiggle... then squeaking in surprise, and a second later delight, as he goes leaping up to meet you, settling in against your chest as you reflexively put your arms around him, his body thrumming with a purr as he starts rubbing his head against your neck. "Eeeee," you squee softly. He's so soft! \n\n"He came with the name, but it should have been an omen, yes," Andy says in a tired tone. "He's quite the charmer, too, as you can see. When he wants to be. I do think he could be quite the wonderful companion for someone with more time and fewer delicate necessities around their home. What do you say, will you take him?"\n\n<hr>\n[[Yes.|GGDL1x3]]\n\n[[No.|GGDL]]

That's probably the file browser, right? One you can use to browse your computer files maybe? Or at least the files stored on the VR rig itself. Curious as to what it might actually be like, you tap that option.\n\nInstead of some sort of file system UI, a window pops up reading 'Scanning files for storage.' Hm... maybe it's just got to look at everything first? It does seem to be zipping along pretty fast to judge by its flashy little fire-colored activity logo. Well, whatever, you'll let it work for a little bit until you get bored and exit out to something else.\n\nIt takes about a minute before the popup changes to 'Scanning timestamp and location stamp. Generating secure storage file Devi-627-20XX. Storing data.'\n\nOh, it's actually some sort of backup program? Pretty boring. Like most people, you intellectually acknowledge the extreme importance of regular backups, and like most people you absolutely never make them. You lift your hand towards the popup's 'Close' button, only for your eyes to widen as your fingers pixelate and start stretching downwards, the disconnecting and flowing squares starting to spiral in towards the center. You look down and see the same thing is happening with your other hand, and it doesn't take you more than a few seconds of pure horror to realize what's happening.\n\n<i>You're</i> the data it's storing securely!\n\n"Wait, no! Cancel, stop, terminate, don't!" you blurt, frantically trying for any potential voice command that might work as more and more of your body turns to little colored squares and goes flying into the window. But no matter what you say or how you struggle, you feel yourself being taken apart, pulled forward, drawn in, spiraling downward into some deep darkness beyond sleep, unconsciousness, or death.\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n<span style='font-family:"Impact";'><span style='color:#0DFF0D;'>Stand by\n\nReady\n\nSet up\n\nSystem online\n\nStreaming sensory data now</span></span>\n\nThere's a flicker and you're looking at a strange face above you. Strange in that it's a curved black plane with green pixels forming what can only be called an emoticon-style face gazing down at curiously, the black rimmed by a white helmet-like head. You just blink several times, trying to process that as the head tilts back and forth, before the pixels form a ^_^ face.\n\n"Oh good, you're up," the strange being says as they move back from you, sitting down in a chair. Now that you can see more of them, their body seems to be humanoid, made up of white plastic-like panels over black rubber-like material in different textures and levels of shine. They're certainly <i>shaped</i> like a female, and the voice sounds feminine too, if heavily electronically-filtered and sounding very faintly like it's the result of really good text-to-speech. She also has a number of cable-like "tentacles" extending from her back, though as you watch most of them retract into her. "I was starting to think I'd never get you running, you've been very stubborn," she(?) adds, pixel-face turning into a :< as she shakes a finger at you.\n\n"I... what?" you say in confusion as you sit up on the table you're laying on. At the feeling of a heavy sway, you look down, blinking at the pair of large, stark white bare breasts on your chest. In fact your whole body seems to have kind of 'sexbomb' proportions... not ridiculously exaggerated ones, but definitely not the ones you had.\n\n... You think? It's all kind of muddled. You're having a hard time... focusing? As you think that, more text pops up in your vision reading <span style='font-family:"Impact";'><span style='color:#0DFF0D;'>Data integrity check: 43% (Stalled)</span></span>.\n\n"I finally had to give you one of the most human-like bodies we've got around, was the only way I could get your code to actually start running. But noprogram's perfect," the screen-faced being chirps cheerfully. "How are you feeling? Do you remember who you are, where you're from?"\n\n"I... remember that I'm from Earth, in the... 21st century?" you venture. "I remember a lot of stuff about... things I did, places I went, I..." You trail off as you try to put everything together, then slowly shake your head, feeling hair brush against your shoulders. You check it and find that it's an almost iridescent silver... that seems wrong but you can't actually remember what color it was before. "... I don't remember who I am," you admit in a whisper.\n\n"Your data was pretty fragmented," the robot(?) answers, voice turning solemn and face a :|. "It looks like it had been transferred between systems a bunch of times before it ever wound up on this planet, and you've been in a damaged data center for at least a century. With how compressed you were it's no wonder you've got a fair bit of data degradation going on after that... you're kind of lucky we even noticed you were a sentience at all. Mmm... wellllll," she says, raising a segmented-fingered hand up to rub at the lower part of her helmet-like head. "The filename you were stored in was 'Devi-627-20XX'... I guess we probably won't be terribly far-off if we just call you 'Devi'."\n\n"'Devi' sounds... a little familiar, I think?" You nod slowly. You feel like you should be way more panicked by all this, but maybe the fact that you're not has something to do with lacking... uh... glands, at the moment.\n\n"Alright, Devi, I'm Celsus, I'm the head engineer here. As for all the other questions I'm sure you have, I'll let the one in charge do all the explaining. So if you feel like you can stand and walk, no time like the present," she adds as she rises to her feet herself.\n\nYou hesitate a little, then turn and slide down off the table, your breasts swaying and jiggling with your motions. Blushing... or rather, reflexively causing some built-in display cells in your cheeks to glow pink... you wait for Celsus to offer you some clothes. When she doesn't and instead just turns and sets off, you duck your shoulders a bit and cover yourself with your hands, hunching a little as you follow her through and out of the large room that seems like a weird combination of a surgical suite, car assembly line, and machine shop.\n\nAs you walk through what looks like part of a parking garage to an elevator, you several times start to ask Celsus things (like why you're having to do this naked), but you notice her screen-face has changed to a swirling circle. ... You guess she's thinking about something. Not wanting to be rude to your apparent savior, you just stand there, squirming a little in the elevator until it opens. You walk through some hallways of what look a lot like some sort of office building or maybe a call center, grimacing a little every time you hear someone else approaching and trying to do a better job of hiding your bare body. But every time it's always someone who's obviously some kind of android or robot as well (several of both are wearing clothes, sparking some intense jealousy), some of whom glance at you but none with prurient desire.\n\nEventually Celsus stops in front of an office door, knocking briefly with plastic knuckles before pushing the door open. It's a very nice corner office, with an expensive desk and chair, and almost nothing else... no paintings, no keepsakes, no decoration. Standing looking out at an unfamiliar, neon-etched cityscape is a man(?) in an extremely nice if slightly bland-colored grey suit, his hair all the exact same shade of brown with a slightly plastic sheen, his skin a rich golden tint with just the hint of metallic gleam to it. "Here she is, boss!" Celsus chirps, her face once again a ^_^.\n\n"Excellent. Welcome, sentient, to the-" the suited android says as he turns, golden eyes landing on you. He pauses, just looking at you for a second, before his head turns. "Celsus," he says in the same even, neutral tone. "Why is she naked when she is clearly bothered by it?"\n\nCelsus's pixel-face turns into a question mark for a moment as her head turns towards you, as if never having noticed that you were covering yourself before. "... Error," she intones, clearly faking a much more computer-y voice as she thumps a fist lightly against the side of her head with a plastic-on-plastic <i>clonk</i>. "Sorry. I keep forgetting some synthetics have or emulate organic modesty."\n\nThe man in the grey suit just looks at her for a long moment, before he rounds the desk and walks over to you, unbuttoning his suit jacket. Draping it around your shoulders, he says, "My apologies, Celsus is from a culture of synthetics that do not utilize clothing in casual situations."\n\n"Thanks," you murmur, ducking your head in a quick nod as you pull the grey jacket closed around yourself.\n\n"As I was saying. Welcome, sentient, to the Freedroids. I am Adam."\n\n"I'm... Devi, I guess," you answer, shrugging a little.\n\n"Celsus did say that we could expect your data to have suffered from some level of degradation. From what we have been able to tell, you were a Human from Earth whose mind was digitized and stored via some manner of metatechnology. It has been moved and stored repeatedly since then, likely lost amidst large amounts of other data. When we were reviewing a number of files recently retrieved from a data center that was abandoned after a tectonic event over a century ago, we discovered you. Celsus has been trying to find a physical form your data would accept ever since."\n\n"You were right, I eventually had to use one of the psuedoroid bodies," Celsus speaks up. "Its processor structure is <i>just</i> enough like a Human neural system that she could adapt to it."\n\nYou look back and forth between them, before focusing on Adam. "So will I... ever recover the rest of my memories?"\n\n"It is possible. Your systems will continue to attempt defragmentation and reconstruction using idle cycles," Adam explains. "Also, as your programming acclimates to a synthetic form, it is possible that you could upgrade your systems or even change bodies to ones with better processing power that would allow you to recover more files... memories."\n\nYou nod slowly. "I see. So I have to... wait?"\n\n"Since you were originally a Human sentience, your programming as a Synthetic sentience is already adaptive and self-expansive," Adam explains, gesturing in a measured, even way. "As I said, it will acclimate to your body in time. And with upgrades, your performance will increase. However, I must inform you, you will have to work in some manner to obtain these upgrades."\n\nThat doesn't really surprise you, you suppose, although Celsus chimes in. "It's part of a new thing the Freedroids are doing for new joiners. We're perfectly happy to give you a physical body as long as it seems safe to do so, don't worry about paying us back for that, or for a place to stay and recharge or any other basic necessity. But things like upgrades, credits, luxuries, you need to pay for yourself. Though of course for things like body upgrades it's considerably cheaper to buy them from me than it would be retail or on the street."\n\n"After several incidents with less well-intentioned digital sentients and long consideration on the nature of existing as free Synthetic lifeforms, I have come to the conclusion that providing an impetus to engage with the world and other sentients in a way that on at least some level engenders mutually beneficial relationships is necessary to our development," Adam explains in that same even, calm tone he uses for everything.\n\n"I... guess I understand that," you say slowly. "So what can I actually do?"\n\n"Well the body you've got right now was intended for recreational intercourse," Celsus says breezily. "You could always do that for profit!"\n\nYou blink a few times, then slowly peer down at yourself. Your eyes compensate for the darkness inside the coat and, once you've looked down the valley between your breasts, you spot the barcode apparently etched on the front of your crotch that you didn't notice before. "... You mean I'm a sexbot?" you squeak softly.\n\n"There are some who dislike that term and others who use it freely, but your physical form was intended primarily for 'sexual relief', correct," Adam answers evenly. "But that does not define who you are. You may, of course, make use of such abilities of your own will. Or you may turn to some other manner of employment."\n\n"We Freedroids are technically gangbangers... that means we commit crimes for profit," Celsus adds at your slightly slack jaw. "We've only recently started dipping our lower appendages into anything more than illegal datatrading and datathievery, though, so you'll certainly have an opportunity to make a name for yourself if you want to step outside those boundaries. Or there's plenty of that to join in with!"\n\n"There are, of course, opportunities for work both inside and outside the Freedroid structure that do not require any criminality," Adam adds. "If you have any moral compunctions or fears as to being damaged."\n\n"Ah, yeah, that's right, forgot to mention, don't go thinking you're super-strong or super-resilient just because you're a Synthetic," Celsus notes. "That pseudoroid body isn't any stronger or a lot more durable than a human's... in fact in some ways it's a bit more delicate. So diving right into danger will be a little... well, dangerous."\n\n"Or, of course, you may take your time, simply continue your existence with your basic needs being met, and we will not push you," Adam says. "When and if you are ready to become more active in some way, we will encourage and support you, but the basic needs of your existence will be met for as long as you desire."\n\nYou stand there, turning all that over in your head... your head full of circuits and processors... as you stare at the strange neon-lit city beyond. You definitely remember enough to start thinking 'cyberpunk dystopia' and be both extremely excited and a lot afraid. So much has happened... and yet it's hard to really, truly connect with anything that happened before your systems came online in Celsus's lab. It seems like right now, you're being urged to make a choice about... at the very least tomorrow, if not the rest of your life. Existence. Whatever.\n\n<hr>\n[[Do sex work.|GGMak]]\n\n[[Do crimes.|GGMak]]\n\n[[Do datacrimes.|GGMak]]\n\n[[Do a normal job.|GGMak]]\n\n[[Just hang out.|GGMak]]

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

<<set $safehours -= 24>><<set $bountcomp to 0>>You wake up in the morning, blinking fuzzily, then remembering your new... necessity. You quickly pick up the cursed cellphone and click it on. <<if $safehours is 1>>Your supply of safe hours is dangerously low. If you want to avoid dealing with any other curse complications, you should probably get on doing bounties ASAP.<<endif>><<if $safehours gt 1>>You have a little wiggle room due to doing more than the minimum before. You're not in danger of being cursed by the end of breakfast, at least.<<endif>>\n\nYou shake your head ruefully, then tap the bounty board app. Let's see what Sinnamon has in store for you today.\n\n'[] Post a sexy selfie\n[] Lounge outside naked\n[] Write something lewd on yourself\n[] Cum with something in your butt'\n\nYou make a face at the list. "Oh, for...!" You minimize the bounty app and tap the icon to activate Sinnamon, not that you think for a moment she isn't constantly watching and listening.\n\n"Good morning, sweetheart~!" Sinnamon's gooey voice coos. Does it sound slightly less artificial than before? "What can I do for you today?"\n\n"What's with this thing about having to <i>post</i> a sexy selfie?" you demand. "I thought the point of you letting me do these bounties was so that I could <i>avoid</i> having my life ruined, as long as I keep playing your little game?"\n\n"And it is~," Sinnamon giggles back in a mockingly reasonable tone. "Oh now honey don't get all bent out of shape. Just to show you how generous I can be about helping you complete your bounties, I'll make you a whole new social media account, IP-shielded and anonymous, the works!" she continues, the icon for one of the more popular of the social media sites popping up on the screen. "Of course, you'll have to be responsible for hiding your real identity on it, but a mask should do the trick, you're hardly the only girl with dyed tips, pert tits, and a big butt out there, are you?"\n\n"... hey," you almost whimper.\n\n"Just pointing out the benefits, hon! Anyway, it's up to you if you'll take advantage. Remember, you can do whatever bounties you want, in any order you want, it's all your own choice! And of course, go above and beyond and clear the board, and I'll give you another reward! So, be a good girl and get to work," she adds, the pentagram ceasing its twirling and pulsing.\n\n... Bleh. Okay, fine. Just to check, you tap on the icon to open the site, the screen looking about as you recognize it. You make a bit of a face as you realize that Sinnamon set the username to 'CuteBlueSlut'... and blush in consternation as you realize she also set the icon to a cropped version of your selfie from yesterday, starting just below your nipples and going to your hip, a perfect "<i>very technically</i> SFW" icon, goddammit. ... She even made a first post for you! 'Hey everybody! Gearing up to take some really lovely shots of my cute bod for all of you! Make sure to tell me what you want to do to me!' Which is followed by a handful of random-seeming hashtags, but which seem to have already resulted in a handful of comments, and the account's follower count steadily rising. ... Great.\n\nYou close the app with a grumble, then sigh. <<if $safehours is 1>>You better hurry up and get right to it, time's almost out.<<endif>><<if $safehours gt 1>>Well, you've got a little time, at least. You pad downstairs in the lounge pants and tanktop that serve as your sleeping clothes, and make yourself a bowl of cereal. Nothing goes wrong while you're eating... you're not sure how the digital curse could affect your bowl of cereal, or a kitchen that's almost devoid of "smart" appliances, but you somehow don't doubt she could if she set her mind to it. All the more reason to get to work on those bounties after breakfast. The sooner you get them out of the way, the sooner you can get on with living your life. ... Or, y'know, looking for a way to get rid of Sinnamon, that too.<<endif>>\n\n<hr>\n[[Post a sexy selfie.|GGCCDayTwo2]]\n\n[[Lounge outside naked.|GGCCDayTwo3]]\n\n[[Write something lewd on yourself.|GGCCDayTwo4]]\n\n[[Cum with something in your butt.|GGCCDayTwo5]]

"Wait, wait!" you call as the raptor leads you towards the brainswap machine. You try to drag your feet enough to slow him down without doing so enough that he might get mad at you and force you some other way. "Whatever you're planning, I, I can be more useful without my mind being swapped into something else, or stored on the computer! I can still help you!"\n\nThe raptors glance at you, but mostly look a little bored. Wracking your brain furiously, you blurt out, "You're planning on putting yourselves in human bodies so you can go to the civilized world, right?!" <i>That</i> makes them look harder at you, some of them narrowing their eyes suspiciously. Still, you press on, since it looks like you got it right. "But you don't know how to speak English yet or anything about how to fit in, do you? I... I could teach you! I could show you how to fit in! You'd get further!"\n\nYour minder actually squawks out and raises one of his forelimbs, causing your current escort to stop where he is. Then your minder beckons, and the raptor leads you back over to him and releases you. Making an inquisitive hoot, your minder tilts his head to one side.\n\n"Um... y-yeah, I mean it. I mean, I'm not exactly an expert, but it'd be better than nothing, right? Whatever it is you want to do, you want to pass for human, or you would have just gone already, right?" You put your hands to your chest. "I'm the only one who can help! You've already got Jane in a fuck-haze, Callie's crazy... but I can still help!"\n\nHe seems to ponder that for a moment, tapping a claw against his scaly chin. Then he nods thoughtfully... before leering at you and making a gesture towards you that goes from neck to toe, then points downwards towards his jutting red spear of a cock. The implication is pretty clear: 'strip and suck'. If you want to prove you're willing to cooperate and do what they tell you, you're going to have to show that you'll do <i>anything</i> they tell you of your own will, apparently.\n\n<hr>\n[[Agree.|RaptorSwapplaceholder]]\n\n[[Refuse.|RaptorSwapplaceholder]]

Well, what else are you going to do? You did already agree to help with all this precisely in the hopes that your cooperation would earn you safety. You drag the 'X-Raptor #1' box back to the empty slot over the body's outline, and watch as the previously still body once again jerks and twitches in reaction. Once it's finished, the captive raptor looks back and forth with wide eyes, its expression clearly one of 'I've seen some shit' as it's wheeled back out of the room. Almost the instant it's gone, another table is wheeled in, this of the more typical square variety. There's a naked human man laying on it, and from the way he's just staring at the ceiling with a vacant expression, you'd think he'd already had his mind stored in the computer. All the same when they move him underneath the machine and slide one of the caps on his head, the machine registers him as 'Carl #1'. One of the raptors moves to the other side and slips the other cap onto his own head, registering on the machine as 'Brain X-Raptor #1'.\n\nYour minder makes a series of noises while gesturing with his claws, instructions fairly clear since he just points at parts of the screen... he wants you to put Carl's brain in storage and the raptor's brain in Carl's body. You're actually pretty sure he could do this himself now if he wanted, but maybe he doesn't want to scratch up the screen using his claws. With little to do other than cooperate, you move both white boxes around, watching both bodies twitch and jerk around. The raptor's body slumps to the floor, but Carl's body quickly sits up and looks around. Several of the other raptors hoot and chirp at him, and he answers awkwardly. From the looks on all their faces, it's clear they didn't understand him very well... obviously going to take some practice.\n\nYou watch a bit nervously as raptor!Carl stands up and checks himself out, then holds up his hands and wiggles his fingers. Despite not having a toothy muzzle anymore, that evil grin is still just as recognizable on a human face when he gives it. It only increases as the door slides open and another brain-raptor walks in, escorting Jane. She's been stripped naked and had her hands cuffed behind her back, leaving her blushing and furious... and rather turned-on, you'd gather from the wetness gleaming on her inner thighs.\n\n"What the hell are these things doing now?" Jane demands angrily, voice just a little husky. Then she blinks as raptor!Carl steps towards her. "Who's this? Sam, who the hell is this guy?"\n\n"Uh, that's actually..." You start, then stare as raptor!Carl reaches his hands out and palms Jane's full tits, giving them a squeeze. Jane half-yelps, half-moans and tries to take a step back, only for one of the raptors to nudge her back forward. Raptor!Carl grins wickedly again before resuming his fondling, kneading Jane's almost-a-D tits, making her squirm and gasp. "... It's one of the raptors," you finish a bit lamely.\n\n"Oh g-great, they have human hands now," Jane moans out, tossing a dirty look at you, at the raptors, at raptor!Carl, and the world in general, you're pretty sure. She grits her teeth and tries to suppress a whimper as he pinches her nipples, tugging on them and forcing her breasts to cone outward some before he releases them. "They'll be worse than ever," she groans, sucking in a hard breath as he gives her tits another squeeze.\n\n"Um. You're sending me mixed signals on how you feel about this," you murmur, somehow unable to keep your eyes off the scene unfolding in front of you.\n\n"It's... the damned raptors," she gasps, moaning even louder as raptor!Carl tucks a hand between her legs and begins working his fingers about, various loud and lewd wet noises reaching your ears even over the sound of the raptors apparently snickering in enjoyment of the show. "Once one of 'em f-fucks you, it hypercharges your sex drive!" She's starting to sound less and less like she's complaining, you notice, especially when raptor!Carl leans down and starts actually sucking on one of her nipples. "Oh fuck, oh fuck, I usually manage to ignore it, but oh fuuuuck I'm losing control!"\n\nSmirking, raptor!Carl straightens up and suddenly gives one of Jane's asscheeks a good, hard slap. The blonde woman lets out a loud cry that's obviously more pleasure than pain, making everyone, you and the raptors, jump a little and look at her in surprise. But raptor!Carl quickly resumes his grin, hauling a rolling chair over to sit in, then hauling Jane across his lap, his hard cock pressing up against her belly.\n\n"Oh fuck, oh fuck, no, don't spank me, don't, please," Jane pleads, her body quivering, her desperate begging sounding like the words of a woman who knows she can't take much more before giving in. Which of course means that her molester immediately brings his hand down in a hard, stinging slap on her bare ass, making her jerk in place against his lap and strain her arms reflexively against the cuffs, crying out again in pleasure. Raptor!Carl begins spanking her, swatting her vulnerable butt hard enough to send visible ripples through the toned flesh. Jane keeps crying out with every hit, body jerking and trembling, her sudden motions making her tits jiggle to one side of raptor!Carl's leg. Finally, when he's spanked her to an almost glowing pink, she gives a yowl and bucks harder than ever, a visible gush of wetness soaking his leg.\n\nSnickering evilly, raptor!Carl rolls Jane off of his lap and onto the floor where she lays on her back, tits rising and falling as she pants, skin glistening with sweat, legs splayed to show her literally dripping cunt. Shoving the chair away, he slides in between her legs and over her body. You don't have a good view of it, but you can judge how he's sliding his long, hard human cock into Jane's needy cunt by the long, low moan she gives as he settles into place. As he starts pumping into her, she wraps her long, toned legs around him eagerly, urging him on to fuck her. To your surprise, you see him reach under her and a moment later her arms pull around, freed. But rather than trying to throttle raptor!Carl, she wraps her arms around him as well, squashing his chest to her sweat-slick tits and kissing him needfully, moaning into his mouth as he fucks her.\n\nHonestly, by the time they're both moaning and gasping and working against each other like that, you're pretty turned-on yourself. You glance worriedly around at the other raptors, seeing that their cocks are all extended and hard, some even dripping little spatters of pre onto the floor. But all of them are definitely transfixed by the way Jane and raptor!Carl are wrapped around each other, and by how he can use his hands to squeeze her ass or tug on her hair as he fucks her face-to-face, entwined in a deep, pornographic kiss as he does. They all make noises of what sound like admiration as he lets out a near-roar and slams his hips forward, Jane shrieking exultantly as he dumps his load inside her.\n\nRaptor!Carl pulls out and stands up after a moment, managing to disentwine himself from Jane's limbs, his cock still jutting out mostly-hard and now dripping and glistening in the light. He spends a few moments talking to the other raptors, obviously trying to "enunciate" the raptor language more clearly, and they all nod along. Then he reaches a hand down, Jane accepting it and letting him haul her to her feet, then cuddling up against his side as he starts to walk out.\n\n"Uh... Jane?" you say, a bit faintly.\n\n"Gotta go get fucked some more, probably knocked up, seeya around," she replies with a cheerful, distracted air, sighing dreamily as raptor!Carl gropes her ass on the way out of the room, the door sliding closed behind the, er, happy couple. Apparently raptor pheromones plus human hands and mouth is quite the intoxicating matchup.\n\nSwallowing heavily, you look at the raptors again as they gather together to discuss amongst themselves in their rather birdlike language. You're wondering if you're about to be subject to a gangbang to vent some of the desires they built up watching raptor!Carl and Jane fuck... and you're not entirely sure that you don't want them to.\n\nYour minder parts from the group, and nudges you out of the way, taking your place behind the machine, one of the others moves over beside him, while another grabs you by the arm... and starts leading you towards the machine. Uh-oh.\n\n<hr>\n[[Try to convince them of your usefulness.|RaptorSwap1x3]]\n\n[[Scream, plead, cry.|RaptorSwapplaceholder]]\n\n[[Accept your fate.|RaptorSwapplaceholder]]

"That one." You point at the last item on the list, shrugging. You have pretty much zero idea how to make something like that work... you can only hope that giving it your best shot will make the raptors decide to leave you alone. (Fat chance.) Your minder eyes the result, then nods its long head once before giving you a nudge with it. You trot along, trying not to jump too badly whenever it gives you another nudge with its muzzle... you sort of suspect getting fidgety or looking like you're scared and might run is a turnon to these things.\n\nIt urges you down a few hallways and then into a room. It's... actually about typical of what you'd expect from an old mad scientist movie, there's a big column with two swing arms coming off of it, and at the end of each arm is a downward-facing metal pan like you'd fit over someone's head. There's lots of wires and blinking lights, and you wonder how many of those are functional and how many are just for show.\n\nYour minder pushes you over towards the control touchscreen, while the door slides open again. Two more raptors wheel a third restrained on an inverted Y-shaped table in, the table forcing the captive dino's legs wide apart, while his tail almost drags along the ground. You think the captive's a 'normal' raptor, since his stripe is a little different. You watch as they wheel the table under one side of the device, then lower down the metal pan on that side to rest it atop his head.\n\nYour minder gives you another nudge, and you look at the screen. The controls are... sort of simple, you guess. There's an outline of the device in front of you, with its column and the arms. On one side it shows a general outline of a raptor, and between that and the outline of the cap is a square reading 'X-Raptor #1', text that's repeated inside the outline. There are two blank boxes on the outline of the center column, and text along the top of the screen says 'Click and drag'. Yeah, there's definitely something weird about the raptors' brains if they couldn't figure this out.\n\nWith a little nudge at your shoulder, your minder makes an urging noise. Not seeing what else you can do, you press a fingertip to the white box and drag it up to one of the blank spots, then release. It locks in, and the machine hums to life, little jags of visible electricity passing along the wires and the metal pan. The raptor's eyes widen, its body bucking and twitching, looking half like it's being electrocuted and half like it's trying to fuck the air. A progress indicator slides along the bottom of the white box on the screen, and once it finishes the machine powers down. The raptor slumps back into place on its frame, its eyes now completely blank and empty. Its mind is stored in the device!\n\nYou look down at the screen, noticing that the bottom of it has added some options... there are a handful of blank slots, apparently for storing minds on the computer more longterm. You also notice what looks like a trashcan. That must be, well... the delete bin. As you're taking this in, the brain raptors have been hooting and chirping amongst themselves, and your minder now nudges you again and gestures excitedly at the unmoving regular raptor. Apparently they want to see if you can put his brain back.\n\n<hr>\n[[Put it back.|RaptorSwap1x2]]\n\n[["Accidentally" delete it.|RaptorSwapplaceholder]]

Hm. Probably wisest to find him someone his own age. It's good for young people to hang out together, after all, and ideally he should have a cute girlfriend who he can fuck, and possibly marry someday, to spend his time with. That's a rather cheerful thought, and you actually start humming a bit as you dab butter on the griddle and let it melt.\n\nNow let's see, what would be the best option for a girl Ken's own age? Well, there's the option of [[girls from the neighborhood|Marei2x2]]. You know most of their mothers quite well after all, and having a girlfriend within walking distance would be good for him. It would also let you keep an eye on them to make sure things were going well! And with your extra knowledge of their personalities and habits, you're fairly certain you could arrange quite a good match.\n\nOr you could find him a [[girl from school|Marei]]. You don't know those quite as well, but you still know a lot of them and a lot about them via their parents. In fact, you know which of them are popular at school and which aren't so much... you could always find Ken a girlfriend that would raise his social standing (or let him fade into the background rather than risk standing out, whichever you thought best).\n\nAs you're in the middle of flipping pancakes, another thought occurs to you. You could essentially [[import a girlfriend|Marei]] for him. Exchange student programs, adoption agencies for foreign orphans, things like that. You have plenty of space in the house, and no doubt any girl spending sufficient time with Ken would just fall in love with him!

You smile at Ken as he finally comes down to breakfast, though you think you detect just a hint of guilt on his face. (That might be your imagination, though.) You set the stack of buttery golden pancakes in front of him, then settle down at the table, your breasts resting atop it as you prop your chin up on one hand, watching him eat and considering the options.\n\nThere's [[May|Marei2x3]], from across the block. Tall, blonde, and rather a tomboy, she's nevertheless extremely polite and has always shown up to every party or event you've ever thrown, cheerful and good-natured and eager to help out. True she's always been more friendly with Ken, as opposed to being outright friends, but he seems to think well of her. Certainly she's not a bad choice, you muse as you picture her on all fours, sweaty and moaning as your son pounds into her from behind.\n\nYour hand wanders up and down your thigh as you ponder who else might be a good match for your son. There's [[Hinako|Marei3x1]] from just down the street. A very pretty Japanese girl, albeit extremely shy and soft-spoken. You know her mother quite well, the two of you bonding over the bits of culture you share. A cute, compliant Japanese-American girlfriend might be just the thing to get Ken interested in his heritage beyond anime, after all. Picturing her blushing and squirming on the bed as he eats her out fills your heart with motherly pride.\n\nLet's see, let's see. There's also [[Kylie|Marei]], though you don't know her that well, mostly because she's apparently a bit of an antisocial shut-in. Her mother is always complaining to you that Kylie never seems excited about anything. She reads her books, watches TV, goes to school, comes home, and doesn't seem to actually care about any of it despite getting passable grades and apparently not having any problems. Really on that one you'd be more doing Kylie's mother a favor, you think, but as long as it's ultimately good for Ken too, why not? Just picture that unexpressive face turning to delight as Ken's cock slides into her pussy for the first time!\n\nFinally, there's [[June|Marei]], who is famous all over the neighborhood for being a ray of sunshine in a human body. She's honestly probably a little too good to be true, but she certainly does seem to be for real. She never met an elderly neighbor whose yard she wouldn't mow or walk she wouldn't shovel and refuse to take a dime for it. An honors student, active in local charity, and apparently all-around paragon of upright socially conscious youth... well, while you of course think as a mother that Ken deserves even better than that, as a practical person you have to admit your thoughts turned to her last because she's a little out of his league. But if you could get them together, oh my, what a coup it would be for you as a mother... and of course for him, having such a great girlfriend and all.

Hm. Getting him outdoors more would definitely be better than staying inside and jerking off. If you're lucky, maybe she'll get him having sex outdoors. A little fresh air and thrill of danger will do wonders to bring a happy golden tone to his memories of his youth, you think happily as he finishes up his breakfast and declares he's going out for awhile.\n\nYou gather up his dishes while considering your best course of action. Now... should you call up May's mother, or talk to May directly? Which would be the better option. Talking to her mother means you could know a bit better what you're getting into trying to hook the two of them up, and have someone to assist you with that. On the other hand, bringing in another eager mother has its own pitfalls, as she's likely to have her own ideas of how to get them together and what they should be doing that won't necessarily line up with yours.\n\n<hr>\n[[Conspire with May's mother.|Marei6x1]]\n\n[[Go directly to May.|Marei2x4]]

Keeping things direct may be the better idea. You concoct some excuse about needing some help around the house that Ken can't help with because he had an appointment, and call May's mother up to ask if she can come over and help.\n\nSoon the doorbell rings and you make your way over to open it. May is standing on the porch, looking fresh-faced and chipper, her sandy blonde hair tousled a bit and cheeks a little flushed as if she might have run part of the way. She's wearing a short-sleeved white button-up shirt and jeans, and gives you a bright smile as the door opens.\n\n"Hi, ma'am, my mom said you had something you needed my help with?" she says in a chipper tone, cornflower blue eyes sparkling brightly.\n\n"Yes, May, why don't you come in?" you say with a smile, stepping back and gesturing her inside. "Go ahead and have a seat," you continue, closing the door and following her inside.\n\n"Always happy to help you out however I can, Mrs. Nyugyu," she answers as she settles into one of the armchairs, even giving you a rather roguish wink as she says it. Such a charming and outgoing young girl, you hope that she can help bring Ken out of his shell a little too.\n\n"Well I'm very glad, May, thank you," you answer with a smile, standing in front of her and clasping your hands, your arms winding up pressing your breasts forward and together. Hm, now how to go about this...?\n\n<hr>\n[[Build up to it.|Marei]]\n\n[[Be direct.|Marei2x5]]

Well, probably best to just be up-front about things. "The thing is, May, what I really asked you here to do is date my son."\n\nMay's cheerful, easygoing expression seems to freeze on her face. "... What?"\n\n"You've always been so charming and helpful when you came by the house," you explain with a smile. "Honestly I thought you might already like him. Plus, it would be so good for him to get out and be more active with a charming young lady like yourself."\n\nMay just sits there for a few moments, before she slumps back in her chair, letting out a short, bitter bark of laughter. You blink, straightening up some. "... Is something funny?"\n\nShe shakes her head, putting a hand to it, before hopping up, looking like someone finally cracking with frustration. "It's <i>you</i>!"\n\n"I... don't follow," you say a bit blankly, tilting your head a little.\n\n"I'm always over here trying to be polite and nice because I like <i>you</i>," she huffs, running her hands through her hair and pacing back and forth. "I'm attracted to <i>you</i>, I wanted to date <i>you</i>, holy hell!"\n\n... Oh. You stand there sort of stunned for a few moments. All you can really do is say, "So... no crush on Ken?"\n\nShe snorts, dropping to sit in the chair again and sprawling a bit in it. "Nnnnnope."\n\n<hr>\n[[Well. ... Darn.|Marei]]\n\n[[Perhaps an arrangement can be reached.|Marei]]\n\n[[Actually that's really hot.|Marei]]

It's obvious there's no option but to try and fight, though how wimpy, normal you is going to fight a massive armored ghost isn't exactly clear. Still, you put up your fists, and then charge in, hoping to find some way to actually challenge this beast.\n\nAnyway, it turns out that how wimpy, normal you challenges a massive armored ghost is 'you don't'. Seconds later you find yourself hauled into the air, kicking feebly, one of his massive gauntleted hands wrapped around your throat. There's only a faint crackling from his flames, but you'd almost swear it sounds like they're laughing at you as he turns and hurls you through the air.\n\nYou're caught against the line of headless animated corpses, their arms wrapping around you and cold, clammy hands gripping your body. You scream and flail, especially as they start to grope you, hands squeezing at your sides and belly, cold, lifeless fingers pulling the skimpy armored bikini off of you, actually starting to pinch and tease your nipples and poke at your pussy and asshole, making you thrash furiously in mingled terror and humiliation.\n\nThen, despite their motions not really ceasing, you freeze in terror as X-ekution turns towards the center of the ring and makes a dramatic raising motion with his hand. Cobblestones lift and part, the floor cracking open to admit a pair of long tines... with an angled, shining blade caked in dried blood supported between them. Slowly the massive, elaborately-decorated guillotine raises out of the ground until it locks into place. "No! Nooooo!" you howl, kicking and lunging with renewed vigor as the headless zombies haul your hands behind your back and half-carry you forward. You're slammed down onto the supporting board of the guillotine, your tits pressed against cold, unyielding metal, and your head shoved forward to push your neck into the half-circle shape at the end, one of the zombies throwing the top portion of the stock down to clap it into place. You continue to struggle as best you can with the zombies holding you down on the board, then stare again as you watch what happens next.\n\nX-ekution's crotchplate parts in the middle and retracts to the side, revealing a swirling mass of those blue and purple spectral flames, and then something pushes forth from them. It's long, thick, and translucent, wreathed by more of those horrifying ghostly fires, and shaped vaguely like a horse's dick, and certainly large enough to be compared to one. It's like it just pushes straight out instead of hardening or unsheathing, emerging from the flames at his crotch, and swaying in an entirely unnatural way as he strides forward behind you. It's obvious what's about to happen, and you let out more shrieks of denial, pleas for mercy, and sobs, but it all cuts off in a loud yowl as he actually starts pushing his inhuman phantasmal prick into your pussy.\n\nIt's somehow both ice cold and fiery hot at the same time, burning and freezing you all at once, and yet the intensity and conflict of the sensations seems to scramble your nerves and drive your brain wild. 'No no no no no why does it feel good no no no,' you think half-madly, your eyes rolling and jaw clenching as the armored ghost rapes you, pushing more and more of that massive monster manhood into you. Your pussy stretches and your belly bulges as he slides deeper into you, your overwhelmed brain continuing to try and interpret the overload of sensation as pleasure. It's not long before you feel the hard metal of his armor pressing against your ass and thighs, and then they're being battered by it as he starts fucking you fast and hard, armor clanking and creaking as he drives that flaming ghostcock into your violated hole.\n\n'I won't cum I won't cum I won't cum I won't cum,' you chant to yourself, uncertain why you've decided to focus on that as you're raped by a horror from beyond, but there's just something that tells you that if you orgasm you're done for. Your body trembles in the grip of the zombies, the strength of their master's thrusts driving you against the metal board and jostling your neck around in the grip of the stocks, drool dribbling down the sides of your chin. That beyond-pain-into-pleasure sensation just seems to grow more intense the longer he fucks you though, even as it feels like you're being frozen into slush and cooked like a stuck pig from inside your pussy, your whole body trembling.\n\nAnd then the grip you had on yourself slips, and with an utterly, completely whorish shriek of pleasure you cum, your whole body shaking with it. Even as your eyes roll further and your tongue lolls out, your mouth curled up in a brainless, shameless smile of pleasure, you can hear a <i>chnk</i> and <i>ffffwsh!</i> from above. There's the faintest flash of something amidst the orgasm, and then everything's tumbling and skewing, your brain still all lit up with the most intense climax you've ever had even as your head tumbles across the cobblestones. You make a few gurgling, almost giggling noises of arousal as you come to a stop, somehow still conscious as you watch the zombies release your body, its arms flopping limply to the sides and swaying as X-ekution continues to thrust into it. Then he thrusts forward hard, helmet tilting back and emitting more of that spectral flame as he apparently cums.\n\nYou watch your corpse's belly swell up with what must be his cum, actually glowing that ghostly blue-purple from within as it's lifted up on the bench of the guillotine. After a few moments X-ekution pulls out and straightens up, ghostly cock still jutting up from his open crotchplate as he silently watches and waits. The massive, glowing bulge in your body's belly begins to slowly deflate, but rather than some sort of spectral flaming cum spurting back out of its pussy, the glow seems to flow into the rest of the body, darkening its veins and turning its skin a washed-out, particularly corpselike green-grey. You watch in drooling, mindless pleasure-horror as it twitches, then rises from the bench. \n\nWithout hesitation, your body walks over to you with the same slightly shuffling but purposeful gait as the other zombies, its bare breasts swaying as it scoops you up in both hands. Your traitorous corpse carries you back to its new master, almost worshipfully bringing you around and dragging your lolled-out tongue over the broad head of that spectral cock. It tastes like infinite agony and ultimate pleasure, and continues to do so as your body's hands move you forward, sliding your mouth over X-ekution's spectral shaft. You have the unique sensation of that taste of horror and the feel of him filling up your mouth, stretching your jaw, and sliding down your throat and out the opening at the end, actually emerging from the opening of your neck and jutting out.\n\nYour decapitated zombie body continues to stroke your head along the length of your killer's cock, pumping you along it like some sort of grisly masturbation sleeve, worshiping its new master's length using your tongue and mouth and neck. But after what feels like at least half an hour of pumping you along that length, your brain somehow renewing its sensation of cumming despite no longer having a body to do so with, your animated corpse shoves you forward, your face driven into the roiling spectral flames at the base of it.\n\nYou can feel yourself being consumed... really consumed, not used up, not destroyed, but being drawn into that spectral flame, your flesh and blood disappearing into it, drawn within. Even as your head disappears bit by bit, your soul is drawn into those flames and then flows forward into the ghostly glowing member that emerges from them. You can feel your consciousness merging into all the other souls that have been consumed by X-ekution's spectral prick, becoming part of them... and it... forever.\n\n<hr>\n[[Game Over.|WilmaXekution2xEnd]]

You're not quite sure about the exhibitionism aspect, but... fucking dogs and getting extra money? That's too good to pass up. "I guess I'll do the webcam helicopter thing."\n\n"I was actually hoping you might. After all, I get to keep copies of the sessions as well," Amarie coos, laughing lightly as you blush. "Alright, down the hall on the left, you'll spot a door labeled 'Webcam Maintenance', Jessie will be waiting for you there."\n\nYou nod and head out, keeping your eyes to the left and eventually spotting the aforementioned door. You push it open and spot Jessie sitting at a desk with several flatscreen monitors arranged on it, clicking the mouse. She's changed out of her T-shirt and tiny shorts, and is instead wearing a bright purple-pink and black corset-type garment, zipped up the front and sitting snug around her middle, proffering her breasts up prominently and, well, drawing attention to the fact that it's the only thing she's wearing. She glances up at your approach, grinning. "Oh, hey. Boss-lady called ahead that I should expect you. So you're gonna be helping me out today, huh?"\n\n"Yeah." You nod slightly, shifting back and forth in place. You wonder just how long it takes for people to get so completely nonchalant about showing off their naked bodies while talking about having sex with animals. Or maybe these people are just weirdos? ... But then, here you are, trying your best to be one of those weirdos, so who are you to judge? "So, um, what exactly is involved?"\n\n"Well here, first off, get out of your shirt and shoes," Jess says as she gets up and moves over to a large metal cabinet, opening it up and rummaging around as you obey. "So what this program is, is that some of the owners pay a <i>lot</i> of money to not only monitor their dogs, but have these little shows put on with their dogs. Some of them get off on it, some of them just think their little darling babies enjoy it or it helps them be obedient come showtime or whatever. Some of them are okay with whatever... they just want to see their dogs fuck someone, though most specify they want a girl. Ah, here we go." She steps back slightly and proffers you the unzipped version of the corset-thing she's wearing. "Here, put this on. Helps avoid getting clawed up, while still obviously showing off."\n\nYou wrap the garment around your middle, fiddling with it awkwardly until Jess moves in to help, continuing to speak as she does. "Now, some of them do have particular special requests, which they pay even more money for and we get better bonuses for. Sometimes it's no big deal, like, they just want us to get fucked missionary-style by the dog a few times, or they want us to say particular things during it." She snaps the zipper into place and pulls it up, and though it's nowhere near as tight as a 'proper' corset, you do feel it snugging around your middle and pressing tightly around you, until it's fastened and sits under your breasts, constantly reminding you of how exposed everything around it is. Jess grins at you. "Like shouting 'Yes, give me your puppies, I want your puppies', that's very popular."\n\nYou blush brightly at that, then laugh a little. "I guess you'd rather be begging for... kittens? Cubs?"\n\n"Alas," she replies breezily, making a show of briefly putting the back of her hand to her forehead, before snickering. "Here, you'll want one of these too," she adds, snagging something off the desk and proffering it... a simple around-the-eyes mask, which you think is called a domino mask or something. "Just press it into place, it's sticky. I mean with that hair you'll still kind of stick out, but this gives you plausible deniability," she adds as you press the mask into place on your face. "I wouldn't be worried about being recognized, though. Anyone who uses Amarie's services knows enough to be discrete... and besides, if they did something dumb and outed you, they'd be in waaaay more trouble than you."\n\n"Funny, sounds like they're the sort of people that don't have to worry about getting in trouble," you mutter as you pat at the mask, tugging a little worriedly at one of your dyed tips.\n\n"Yeah but remember, boss-lady doesn't just have dirt on them, she has connections to a lot of other people like that," Jess points out. "It's not like she makes threats or uses that kind of power ever, from what I've seen, but I would imagine most people have figured out she can do that and aren't likely to risk it." She snags another domino mask out of the cabinet and presses it into place on her own face, with the motions of someone that's done that particular action every day for some time. "Mm, aren't we the glamorous pair, huh?" she offers, grinning and throwing an arm around your shoulder to haul you against her side playfully, making your bare breast bump against hers. "We either look like we're on our way to a glamorous orgy, or a naughty superhero duo."\n\nYou laugh, which does help you relax a little. Jess guides you through a door into the room next door, which is a mostly plain area with lots of things stacked up and arranged along the wall to your right. "Everything past that yellow strip on the floor is visible on webcam. Lots of views, too," Jess notes as she heads over to a shelf and picks up a computer tablet, tapping at the screen a few times. "Sometimes the specific requests require, y'know, props or staging or whatever. Can't do anything super-elaborate in here, but like I said we don't have any of those today anyway. Alright, I see who's first up, I'll go get him. Now, you want to take the first one, or you want me to and you can just help out?"\n\n<hr>\n[[You'll take the first one.|GGDog]]\n\n[[You'll help.|GGDog]]

They do look kind of nice, nicer than the last time you had them out of the box... maybe the weird capitalization is because they're made in-store and that's the equivalent of naming them something a bit different? You glance around once more to make sure no one's in sight and that you don't seem to be on camera, and slip a hand into the plastic container.\n\n<hr>\n[[Grab one.|GGCandy1bx2]]\n\n[[Grab two.|GGCandy1cx1]]

"What's the real story behind why you're doing this?" you ask, trying to ignore your muscles spasming. "You told me you didn't like people like City Guard because they're arrogant and thoughtless... but you can't have just woken up one day and seen him and decided to destroy him. Things aren't that simple."\n\n"You are an insightful girl, how wonderful. Well. Let me give you the proper answer you deserve." Cupping her chin, Alexa paces back and forth for a moment before continuing to talk, wandering around the room to look at various things as she does. "My father owned a small newspaper in Ironworks... the name Palladium City used to have, decades ago. It had a few dozen employees, and he'd inherited it from his father before him and could barely afford to update it to something approaching modern at the time. He had one very simple rule... real journalism. Real investigation. You reported the facts as you found them and left bias at the door as much as humanly possible. If you couldn't confirm it and weren't willing to cite sources, you didn't print it." She pauses in front of a large bank of monitors playing various newscasts and programs, letting her eyes wander upward. "Over the years I watched him be attacked, not only for the truth he printed, but for the lies he refused to print. Because he refused to be bought out or to be used as a tool to push what other media outlets would, they used themselves... they used the 'news'... as a weapon against him. And I watched him sink into depression and ill health as he nevertheless refused to compromise his values, as he insisted on doing his best to inform people as what he loved... journalism... was wielded as the instrument of his death."\n\nShe's quiet for a moment, before shrugging and turning back towards you. "At his funeral, I made up my mind. If the media was the weapon they'd used against my father, if they'd slipped journalism like a knife between his ribs, I would do the same to them. Running stories on the private lives of other journalists, printing unsubstantiated rumors about unfriendly politicians, puff pieces towards ones I liked and that would help me, I did it all. I didn't kid myself that any of it was moral or upright in the least," she adds as she walks back towards you. "But it was they who set the standards, not I. They made the rules, and I watched as they gnashed their teeth and guzzled gin because I had become better at playing by those rules than they had. In the twenty years since my father's death, that single newspaper grew into a worldwide media group, with dozens of news branches, movie studios, publishing houses, if it can be read, watched, or listened to, my company makes it. And under my influence, Ironworks grew from a failing steelbelt city into a bustling economic powerhouse where people came to make their fortunes in any of the hundreds of businesses I'd brought racing to town to serve my employees or show off by competing with me, and more power to each and every one of them!"\n\nAlexa's lips press together and her eyes darken, though, as she obviously broods a moment before she continues. "And then the City Guard showed up. Flying about, catching criminals, smiling for the cameras. And what is one of the first things he does when he gives an interview? Mention in an offhanded, dismissive way how my news group isn't real news, isn't sincere journalism. Trying to use his so-called moral authority to attack me just because he can bend metal in his hands. He tosses the city a handful of litter-cleaning robots and force fields that are good for little more than letting architects design eyesore skyscrapers, and they praise him, they laud him, they all but worship him. Decades I spent revitalizing this city and making it a decent place to live, and he tosses a few trinkets at them and flies around with his cut jaw and they actually rename the place to better suit and promote him."\n\nShe lets out a huff through her nose as Dr. Life reaches over to lay a hand on her shoulder. "I have never grudged anyone their success, whether inherited or worked for. But that... phony, that bilious fraud flying about smashing buildings in my city in the name of doing good, and then lecturing people from his high horse... no, I couldn't take it. To have someone who has likely done no more than win some genetic lottery wag his finger at me as if he were a scolding parent. To do the same to others I pitted myself against, people I respected even in the midst of trying to destroy them professionally, looking at him as he hovered above the city looking at it as if he'd built it, as if it were his, instead of <i>mine</i>!" she ends with a snarl, pounding a fist against her chest. Then she visibly pulls herself back, letting her hand drop. "For all that I might have done that was immoral, I never looked down on the 'little people'. But to him we're all the little people, and he looks down on us. The best we can expect if he hurts us is..."\n\nHer mouth twists briefly, before she looks up and cants her head slightly in acknowledgement. "Is a sad expression and an 'I'm sorry'."\n\nYou nod slowly, your own jaw working a little. That part, you more than understand.\n\n<hr>\n\n[[Why me?|FemPalV1x1b]]\n\n[[What do I do after?|FemPalV1x1c]]\n\n[[Who is Dr. Life?|FemPalV1x1d]]\n\n[["Wife"?|FemPalV1x1e]]\n\n[[That's it.|FemPalV1x2]]

"Why me? I mean, me specifically," you add, wincing a little as a pincher-tipped armature plucks one of the pins from your legs, the small hole dribbling a line of blood before it closes up. "From the sounds of it I'm not exactly the first person to get hurt in a superhero fight."\n\n"No, but you were the first one to show your fire, your anger, to the one responsible for your injuries," Alexa answers, smiling a bit again as she tucks her hands behind her back. "I keep an eye on everyone injured in these incidents... I try to help them where I can, making sure the right doctors are available to them, that things like aid and scholarships are sent their way. Many forgive easily, especially when it's the City Guard showing up to give his solemn apologies. They nod or relent, or even apologize to <i>him</i> for getting in the way of his battles. One boy seemed to think it a positively small price to pay to lose an arm to meet an authentic 'superhero'." The auburn-haired woman snorts, then shrugs. "Others reacted with fear. They shrank from their 'heroes', quivering, blurting out that it was fine, they didn't hold a grudge, some even blurting the 'Please don't hurt me!' that was clearly on the minds of other such mewlers. They saw only the power that had hurt them and cringed from it like a timid whipped dog."\n\n"But not me," you murmur, unable to help grinning a little.\n\n"No dear, not you. Laying there in your bed, broken and in pain, you did not flinch from someone who can bend steel girders between his hands. Showed what the might of even his negligence could do, let alone his purpose, you held your back straight and struck back with your mind and even your fists. You spit in the face of a god, girl... you're exactly the one I've been waiting for."\n\n<hr>\n[[Why are you really doing all this?|FemPalV1x1a]]\n\n[[What do I do after?|FemPalV1x1c]]\n\n[[Who is Dr. Life?|FemPalV1x1d]]\n\n[["Wife"?|FemPalV1x1e]]\n\n[[That's it.|FemPalV1x2]]

"What happens after? After this... treatment or whatever?"\n\n"Well that really depends on you." Alexa shifts her hands to ride her hips, quirking her eyebrows. "This isn't something we're doing to put you in our debt, we've no intention of leashing you or turning you into some sort of minion. Now, should you choose to work with us afterward, we'll clearly be able to offer numerous benefits, what with you being right by our side. But should you choose to make your own way, we will let you step out into the world on your own... with the understanding, of course, that you not tell anyone where you received your powers."\n\n"Oh, blame me all you like!" Dr. Life adds cheerfully, even laughing softly as she glances up and winks her blue eye at you. "I've already been several 'origin stories', no one will blink an eye at that. We simply ask that it's Alexa's name you keep out of it."\n\n"True," the auburn-haired woman allows. "While I do occasionally 'get my hands dirty', as it were, I prefer to keep my identity secret when I do. For the safety of my family and my employees, obviously... as much as they might tout their moral high ground, most 'superheroes' would almost instantly take to figuring out a way to use those I care about against me... in a way that let them keep a clear conscience, of course," she adds, rolling her eyes.\n\n"It's really rather frightful, the things they'll rationalize doing," the scantily-clad woman beside her adds, shaking her head. "If you're going to do something that you know is wrong, you should at least admit to yourself that it's wrong and that you want or need to do it anyway. Figuring out how to 'rules lawyer' yourself into righteousness while doing almost the exact same thing a 'villain' would do in the situation... that's just sick!"\n\n"To that end, what you do with your healed body and new abilities after we release you, that's up to you," Alexa picks up. "You should have the freedom to decide the person you'll be, without the influence of those who hold themselves mightier than you. Become a hero yourself, rob banks, do as your own conscience dictates with what you've been offered."\n\n<hr>\n[[Why are you really doing all this?|FemPalV1x1a]]\n\n[[Why me?|FemPalV1x1b]]\n\n[[Who is Dr. Life?|FemPalV1x1d]]\n\n[["Wife"?|FemPalV1x1e]]\n\n[[That's it.|FemPalV1x2]]

"So I guess I know who you are... or I thought I did," you murmur, shifting your gaze from Alexa to the well-endowed woman beside her. "But I've never heard of you... no offense."\n\n"None taken," the gold-clad woman chirps.\n\n"The growing population of 'costumes' in Palladium City is not something I deliberately perpetuate beyond it," Alexa explains, glancing briefly at her wife and then up at you again. "In fact I do what I can to minimize the outside world's exposure to what happens here. Can you imagine the reaction people would have to a man that can fly, walk through fire unscathed, and punch holes in solid steel?"\n\n"There'd be a huge fan following. No," you correct yourself, brow furrowing. "... There'd be cults."\n\n"Yes. Some would worship him. Others would admire him without thought or reason. Still others would hate him without thought or reason. He would become an object to be argued over in global politics, a justification for a superhuman arms race on a worldwide scale. This one musclebound jackanape has the potential to rip our entire society apart just because he can't keep his face out from in front of a camera when he has the opportunity to lecture us on who we should be." She gives her head a rueful shake. "Over time, of course, it will leak out. It will spread. Others will spring up to emulate him, still more to challenge him and them... some of those, like me, will be thoughtful and sincere in wanting to oppose the danger and hubris he represents, others will just want the glory of being able to say they traded fists with him and wreaked havok in the process."\n\n"And every city in the world will have to risk powered battles in the street," you growl.\n\n"Yes, dear. Even Deviville would likely see at least some level of vigilantes facing off against gun-wielding criminals. What might the consequences be then?" Alexa shrugs. "But as to Maria..."\n\n"My passion is genetics," the black-haired woman picks up with a smile. "To see if there are any limits to what can be done with the human DNA structure. So far, I haven't found any. Even untouched, it holds so much potential, can do so many things, things we've barely even glimpsed through evolution and mutation. Not only the human genome, but those of animals, viruses, what all these things can do when mixed together. Science for the sake of science, in truth... knowledge for the sake of knowledge, experimentation for the sake of experimentation. Does mixing the DNA of a human and a shrimp have any positive benefits? Who cares!" she adds with a delighted laugh. "I just want to see what happens! That's my personal truth, and I'm not interested in letting anyone else's laws or personal ethics structure stand in the way of my truth."\n\n"So no curing cancer with your advanced techniques, huh?" you can't help but say rather dryly.\n\n"I suppose I could, but I don't feel any responsibility to just because I could," she answers breezily. "I'm not a slave to my own abilities, they are tools to use as I see fit. They don't let me do what I have to, they let me do what I want to. And I don't want to cure cancer, I want to turn people into dinosaurs."\n\n<hr>\n[[Why are you really doing all this?|FemPalV1x1a]]\n\n[[Why me?|FemPalV1x1b]]\n\n[[What do I do after?|FemPalV1x1c]]\n\n[["Wife"?|FemPalV1x1e]]\n\n[[That's it.|FemPalV1x2]]

"Did you say... wife, earlier?" You blink slowly through the slight haze of pain. "I... saw your husband, though, your kids."\n\n"Leopold is a beard, I'm afraid," Alexa says, grinning wryly and giving an expansive shrug. "A kind and sweet enough beard. After the birth of my second child, Leopold and I had a calm, frank discussion about my actual preferences, and came to an agreement. He's free to do as he wishes as long as he keeps it sufficiently discrete... and one's family can be extremely discrete when one controls a fair portion of the news media."\n\n"Guessing he doesn't know about your 'side job'," you murmur. "Or Dr. Life?"\n\n"An astute observation," Alexa replies dryly.\n\n"Leopold came from a moderately rich family and married someone who was rapidly becoming the richest person in the country, there are a lot of things he doesn't care about," Dr. Life adds breezily as she continues to tap at her tablet and watch its display. "Alexa sought out a meeting with me for 'consultation' on an attempt to bring down the City Guard and a few of his superpowered hangers-on. We very quickly hit it off."\n\n"I do so love a keen mind and a deep desire to tame the world," Alexa practically purrs as she slips up against the black-haired woman's side, running her fingertips slowly down those toned abs. "And those are merely two of Maria's most attractive qualities. There was a spark between us from the very start, and it didn't take long for that spark to grow into a lightning bolt."\n\n"Mm." Dr. Life's gold-painted lips quirk into a grin as she bends briefly to kiss the other woman's cheek. "We're not married in any traditional or legal sense, but we are of the sort that shrug off society's conventions. We don't let the fact that we aren't able to stand in front of some arbitrary person and say 'I do' stop us from calling one another 'wife'."\n\n<hr>\n[[Why are you really doing all this?|FemPalV1x1a]]\n\n[[Why me?|FemPalV1x1b]]\n\n[[What do I do after?|FemPalV1x1c]]\n\n[[Who is Dr. Life?|FemPalV1x1d]]\n\n[[That's it.|FemPalV1x2]]

"Hi, everyone, I'm Kachime Shian. I know my transfer in is sudden, so I hope I'm not causing problems for anyone. Let's get along," you conclude, topping it off with a short bow. There, hopefully that's sufficiently polite without coming off too forced. It does look like there's a general pleasant look on everyone's face, you think as you head over to the desk towards the middle-back and one row away from the window, so maybe you nailed it? That'd be nice.\n\nKushina-sensei seems mildly placated too, and if not in a particularly good mood at least seems a little less dour than before as she begins teaching class. You do your best to follow along and... hm, actually, you don't even really have to try at all to follow the lesson. Looks like Celest may have gone a little overboard with prepping you academically, because as Kushina-sensei reads from the book you find that you remember everything in said book. And the one for the teacher next year too. Oof, this might be <i>too</i> much. You'll have to remember to flub at least a couple of answers per test for a while until you've established yourself as a good student, getting perfect marks right out of the gate as a new student is definitely one of those things that would get you accused of cheating.\n\nThe second hour of the day turns out to be the study period, so you pull out the sheaf of papers that Kushina-sensei gave you and start flipping through. Most of it's really boring standard 'new student orientation' stuff... various important conduct rules, the dress code, class periods, things like that. There's some other things in there too about behavior off-campus (ah right, Japanese schools are even more into running students' entire lives than American schools are), when the exam schedules are, how you're actually obligated to vote for student council stuff, things like that. None of it seems <i>too</i> bothersome, so you mostly skim it.\n\nTowards the end you see that there's a section where students are "highly encouraged" to join an after-school club. By which you're guessing it means that it's not technically a rule but you'll be kept an extra eye on as a potential troublemaker for not bowing to the implied pressure of authority. At least you're guessing that's the point of it since there's a huge list of clubs that clearly don't meet any particular "academic value" standard, so it's pretty obvious as a 'We don't want you running around the city having free time on your own so join a club dammit' thing. You flip through the list... some innnteresting options on there. It's kind of a surefire way to immediately have a social circle, though you can see it coming to dominate your school life and free time if you do. If you just want to take it easy, enjoy school, and have plenty of free time, it's probably better to join the "go home club" (read: none).\n\n<hr>\n[[Occult Studies Club.|GGJS2x4]]\n\n[[AV Club.|GGJS]]\n\n[[Art Club.|GGJS]]\n\n[[Manga Club.|GGJS]]\n\n[[Student Council Assistance Club.|GGJS]]\n\n[[Game Club.|GGJS]]\n\n[[Role Interaction Investigation Club.|GGJS]]\n\n[[Chemistry Club.|GGJS]]\n\n[[Go home club.|GGJS]]

Of course that's you mocking... yourself... for your own fear, but it's still just as effective as if a peer had done it. Firming your jaw and mentally shaking off the spoopy feeling, you turn and stalk up the stairs, actually making a point of letting your steps echo in a *THM-THM-THM* as you go up, definitely to display how not afraid you are even of being caught, and not because it breaks up the silence and stillness. \n\nYou stop a little on the second floor, just because it weirdly seems dimmer than the first floor was with the lights out, the windows on the ends seeming wan and far away. You'd never realized how much smaller they were than the floor-to-ceiling ones that a lot of the first floor has, nor how much difference the front curve of the main entrance being made pretty much entirely out of windows made for light levels. But you shrug off the creepy feeling a bit easier this time and look at the GPS again, idly noting that it really is getting close to the top of the hour, according to both your phone's clock and the ones in the halls. (Gee, the school's clocks are a bit slower, what a shock.)\n\nAnd eventually you arrive at a very plain-looking door with the usual array of signs implying that any mere student who dares to open it will be subject to summary execution and then possibly expulsion. Judging from that level of casual threat delivery and its position and style, probably a janitorial storage closet. The dot definitely seems to be it, since when you step up close enough to actually reach out and touch it if you wanted, the GPS gives its 'You have arrived at your destination' chirp and starts pestering you to rate your navigation experience. (Reflexively closed out without rating, of course.)\n\n'So this is it,' you muse, looking at the door, then looking at the time. Yeah... close. Real close. Well, you've come all this way, may as well try it, right? It's probably locked anyway and nothing will happen, and then you can laugh at yourself and go home. Another check... okay, it's here, right on the hour. You reach out, hand hovering over the knob, hesitating just a moment...\n\n<hr>\n[[Let's goooooooooooooooo!|GGMB]]\n\n[[You're gonna do it! Yup, gonna grab that doorknob, and turn it, and there's definitely nothing on the other side, and it'll be fine, and-|GGMB4x4]]

"Hey! Leslie, c'mon, snap out of it!" you blurt, trembling and starting to reach a hand towards her as she continues to take slow, shuffling steps towards you. "We can... we can get that stuff off of you and you'll be okay! Just come back to yourself!"\n\n"Stalllllk," Leslie groans, her thick but somehow gusty voice trembling through the air up and down the tunnel. "Spooooores..."\n\nBy the time you realize there's no getting through to her, she's practically got her hands on you. Your resolve breaks and you turn to bolt, but with one final lurch the Leslieshroom slaps its squishy, porous hands to your waist and clamps its fingers down in a surprisingly firm hold. Dragging you back towards her, she groans in some strange mixture of despair and desire as she hauls you in closer. You scream as you feel the bulbous, almost spherical head of that crotch-stalk pressing against your already abused pussy. "No! No Leslie, don't!" But her only answer is to keep slowly, inexorably dragging you back, your cries filling the tunnel as your pussy is quickly stretched as wide as it could possibly go, the head pushing the battered pink lips taut around its glowing, dripping girth. And then the round thing is popping inside you, your pussy closing up most of the way behind it, the shaft still easily just as thick around, if not moreso, than the rapacious fishmen's.\n\nYou shudder and whimper as the huge bulge in your belly, perhaps half the size of a basketball, slides further and further up. You can feel it pushing against some barrier deep inside you, the Leslieshroom's monstrous strength nevertheless continuing to pull you back until that, too, yields and opens for the bulb. Your eyes roll and drool runs down your chin as the bulb swells inside you, your ass pressing against the squishy flesh of the Leslieshroom's hips and belly. It groans out again as it begins giving very short thrusts, barely breaking contact with you. \n\n"Spoooores... spoooores... staaaaalk..." the mushroom-zombie grunts, shifting its grip to your wrists, holding them right against your hips and keeping you pinned and bent forward that way. The thing inside you pulses and writhes, generating some sort of twisted pleasure that you're powerless to resist... but more than that, you can feel it spreading through you.\n\n"Nnnh, L-Leslie, no," you manage to groan out, some part of you still hoping she'll manage to resist. You look over your shoulder to see that her head has lost all trace of hair, the mushroom cap atop her head spreading out, glowing phosphorescent green with pale fishbelly spots. Her whole body is growing thicker, losing definition, her eyes a blank white, tongue lolled out of her mouth, thick and pale green and dripping with the glowing fluid covering it. "Oh God!" you cry out, both in horror at the sight and at the pleasure steadily infusing your body.\n\n"Stalk... stalk... spores... spores in yooooou," the mushroom creature grunts, suddenly yanking you back hard, forcing your ass and thighs into full contact with its trunklike lower body. The bulb inside you swells up to three times its original size and begins trembling and shuddering. You howl out as your belly swells further and further, starting to glow brightly with it, even as your skin starts to turn pale, sickly white, as it turns soft, squishy, and puckers.\n\n"Hhhaaaahhh... hhhhaahhhhhhhh!" you gasp out, rolling your eyes as the spores being pumped into your womb spread into your bloodstream and through your body, settling in your brain and steadily turning it to solid fleshy mushroom-stuff. "Hhhhaahhhhh... spoooooores," you groan, your lips curling up in an idiot grin, your tongue lolling out and starting to grow longer. You shudder happily as you can feel the top of your head starting to press out, broaden, blue and purple-tipped hair drifting down towards the floor. "Spoooores!"\n\n<hr>\n[[Game Over.|GGHH4axEnd]]

You almost mutter something cutting about how high school is a little late to be turned into a science geek, and most of the people into that sort of thing have probably been little bespectacled nerds since elementary school, but you decide to yet again keep your mouth shut. You're almost through the whole day, just gotta make it a little longer.\n\nMs. Tezola spends most of the class just gushing about how much she loves all the different sciences, barely remembering to hand out the syllabus and tell you which part of the textbook to read before the bell rings. Letting out a breath of relief, you get up and head out of the school. You notice that once students start getting out of the building and away from it, they start acting a bit more like how you're used to. There's more talking, laughing, people pushing each other playfully and moving more animatedly. You even see a couple of cell phones come out. You relax even more as you wait for the Uber that will take you home. See? Maybe everything's normal after all! All that stuff was probably first-day jitters about being in a new school. Sure, maybe they're a bit more strict than Deviville High... Ms. Lee certainly got sharp with Leanna when she talked in class, and all the "veteran" students seem to be a little overly serious about behaving... but clearly it's just a normal school other than that.\n\nYou have your usual dinner of mild polite chatter and mostly silence with your parents (they ask how your new school is, you say "fine", they ask if everything's okay, you say "yeah", that's pretty much the extent of it). By the time you go to bed you've largely brushed away your concerns and are once again fairly certain everything will be fine.\n\nThis impression is mostly just reinforced the next day as you attend your B classes. The teachers for these courses are a bit more like you're used to, most of them not nearly as young and hot, more just there to teach the material and get on with it. That's refreshingly usual to you. Though you do notice that they seem just as sharp-eyed and alert as the A-track teachers, and that everyone's being just as careful to behave, so you continue to keep your head down and mostly mind your own business. You're not sure how you're going to make friends this way, but maybe once your 'new' wears off you'll find more opportunities.\n\nOf course, things fairly quickly come to a head as you return to Ms. Lee's literature class the next day. After the morning roll call and her asking anyone who has photography that day to turn in their assignments to her, she assigns you a short story to read and to then write down your observations on it, but she's barely finished explaining it when Leanna raises a shaky hand.\n\n"M-Ma'am, I'm sorry, I..." The frumpy girl swallows audibly. "I forgot my pens. Again."\n\nMs. Lee sighs heavily, then scowls, jabbing the pointer in her hand toward Leanna, then sweeping it to point at the desk. The whole class is silent and watching as Leanna gets up and, head slumped, moves to the front of the class. Your jaw goes slack as, without a word, she bends over the front of the desk and reaches back, pulling her skirt up to bare thin, obviously slightly old cotton panties, to judge by the way they dig into her round ass and hug what's clearly a plump pussy. Then she actually goes and slides the panties down, baring said ass and pussy to all of you, wiggling them as she works the panties down her thick thighs and then slips her feet out of them, spreading her legs a bit.\n\n"Honestly, one of these days you're going to get tired of this," Ms. Lee says rather grimly, before abruptly bringing the pointer down across Leanna's ass with an audible <i>krk</i>. You jump almost as much as the bespectacled girl does, though you luckily don't yelp like her. You can't believe this is happening! And yet it is, the entire rest of the class sitting and watching intently, though the new students like you seem to be the only ones showing any actual shock.\n\nAfter only a few thwacks, leaving faint darkening lines across Leanna's ass, Ms. Lee gives an audible 'hm' and taps the pointer against her palm a few times. "You know, maybe it isn't embarrassing enough if it's just me. Or maybe you're just too used to my technique for it to make an impression on you. Maybe I should have one of the other students punish you instead. Would that perhaps make a difference?" she suggests, at which Leanna lets out an audible whimper. Looking around the class, Ms. Lee raises her voice. "Well? Any volunteers?"\n\n<hr>\n[["..."|MeanHH1x10]]\n\n[["..." Raise your hand.|MeanHH]]

Sounds super pretentious to you, but you just nod along, taking the handout of things you'll need for the semester (at least you'll get to show off by making your dad buy you the newest and latest hybrid film-digital camera), and looking at some of the photos that Ms. Keller wants you to learn the compositional techniques of.\n\n"Remember, one of the most important things about photography is impact! Be striking, be beautiful, be bold!" she adds as the bell rings and you all start getting up. "You need to submit a titled picture for next time, and I don't want it to be boring!"\n\n'What's that mean? Well, whatever,' you think with a shrug as you head to your last class of the day, Science. Which is a little odd too now that you think about it, as you head to the class. By high school level back in Deviville, they'd divided science courses up into things like Chemistry mostly, rather than just general things. But apparently it's even more general than you thought as Ms. Tezola addresses the class, her thick dark hair with a faint purplish sheen disheveled, her slim glasses askew, a lab coat worn over a tight black shirt and black slacks.\n\n"To those of you joining us this semester, the goal of Science classes at St. Sacuma is not to give you a deep understanding of just one science, but to expose you to numerous ones to see what really inspires you, what drives you!" she says with enthusiasm, purple eyes sparkling as she sweeps back and forth at the head of the rows of two-person tables. "To see what sparks an interest as you see science interact with people, how what we do affects the real world, in the hopes that you discover the wonderful ways you can incorporate anything... chemistry, mechanical engineering, programming... into your own daily lives!"\n\n<hr>\n[["Kinda late..."|MeanHH]]\n\n[["..."|MeanHH1x9]]

You shift in your seat, as do a number of the others. This really isn't sounding good. As if aware that she might have hit the point of laying on the hopelessness too thick, Mejat adjusts her glasses and turns to the 'class', speaking to you directly for the first time.\n\n"Important takeaways from this: do not waste headshots or attempt to go for what seem like vital areas. Fiends are only hurt by doing enough damage to the cell colony that it loses cohesion, in other words, if you shoot them enough they will die. Concentrate on large targets or anything that is an obvious and immediate threat, such as claws, stingers, or mouths. Do not assume that you are safe by getting to a well-lit area, but know that Fiends will always prefer dark areas over bright ones and, when possible, choose where you go accordingly. Fiends often provoke a fight-or-flight response in the majority of sentients, it is important to temper that so that you do not panic. The best response to Fiends is 'both'... when possible, fire upon them while retreating towards a more well-lit area. If that is not possible, it is preferable to stand your ground and fire upon them as much as possible, you have a much better chance of doing enough damage to cause dissolution than you do of outrunning a Fiend. Whatever biological reason the organisms have for joining into colonies and becoming Fiends, the most effective part of doing so is to cause their prey to panic. If you do not panic, you are nullifying one of their greatest advantages."\n\nShe talks for a little bit longer about various basic tactics for dealing with Fiends, then goes into things like the ration packs they use, the basic medical kits and equipment in your belt, where alarms are for if you spot a Fiend, and other various things having to do with the base operation. Finally she wraps up with a still subdued, "You'll have occasional classes in some of these, but those will mostly be handled by FEARs who have been here at least several months. Please avoid needing my services." With that she tucks her hands into the pockets of her coat and turns on her heel, walking back out. Well, that's that apparently.\n\nBasdot rises from his squat in the corner and lumbers over to stand by another door. "Newbie barracks are on the three floors below this one. Hope you can do stairs because there's two lifts in the entire place and you don't get to use either of them. Form a line and get your room assignment. If you get assigned with someone you hate, try not to kill each other. If you get assigned with someone you like, try not to fuck each other until you've had your med checkup."\n\nThe line forms up about as raggedly as you'd expect from a mix of petty offenders and apparently hardened criminals, but when Basdot gives an almost subaudial growl everyone tightens it up a fair bit. They shuffle past with him muttering to them as they go, and when you get up one of his eyes rotates to look at you independently of the other and he rumbles, "LaChance, 317."\n\nYou make your way out of the room, and to the open arch that you see a few other orange-clad people going through. The stairwell is simple and a little dingy, but possibly the most well-lit you've ever been in, with full ceiling light panels above, lights set into the solid rails, and even lights along the meeting of the floor and wall. It might almost be a little cheery if you didn't know <i>why</i> they were avoiding a space like this having large dark spots. 'No wonder they only have two elevators, lighting the shafts must be a pain,' you think as you descend. The first floor you come to says 'Dorm 1', so you continue down two more until you arrive at 'Dorm 3', and head down the hall. 317 is easy enough to find, and the door slides open at your approach. You blink a little at the sight of a white-pantied butt sticking up in the air, with a purple tail raised above it. A moment later the catgirl from before straightens up from what she was doing, and mutters, "Great."\n\n'We're getting off to a fun start,' you think, suppressing a sigh as you step in and let the door close. 'Cramped' is probably a polite word for it. The only thing that could really be called 'furniture' in the room are the two metal shelves with thin pads atop them and folded grey blankets with a meager pillow resting at one end. A space roughly the same width as the shelves runs down the space between them, and at the foot of each is a dingy, battered metal footlocker of light grey metal, with probably just enough space between it and the wall to kneel down and open it. Other than that, there are some pegs on the wall above the bed, and it looks like after mostly undressing, the catgirl had been putting her rifle and blaster into place on them. Apparently they think it's a good idea for you to never be out of arm's reach of your weapon.\n\n"Hey," you try, shrugging out of the strap of your rifle and setting it on the bed so you can start undoing your coat, doing your best not to crowd her (not that it's easy in here). "I'm Cyan."\n\n"If you say so." She settles down to sit on her shelf-bed, ears a bit low and tail swishing back and forth. After a moment she adds, in a bit of a grumble, "Veronka."\n\nYou try to figure out where to go from that inauspicious start, distracting yourself by looking around until you find another peg for your coat. Hanging it up, you sit down to start undoing your boots. "So get this, I wound up here because I bought what I thought was a dumb costume in a store, and-"\n\n"I <i>don't care</i>," she snaps, cutting you off so abruptly you jerk back a little. She glowers at you, yellow eyes narrowed and hateful. "You heard them, we're all going to be dead before our sentence is up anyway, so you think I'm interested in some little snot who volunteered for this because she didn't want to spend a few more years doing dishes or mowing grass on one of the idyllic assignments on this planet? Fuck off," she adds acidly, turning and flumping onto her side with her back towards you, tail lashing at the air.\n\n<hr>\n[[Fuck this, get out of the room for awhile.|GGOri]]\n\n[[No, you can't let it sit like this.|GGSR6x5]]

"Yeah, well, I can't make you be friends with me," you say quietly after a minute, resting your hands on your lap. "And I'm not interested in trying to force you. But it sounds like as long as we're here, we're going to be together, stuck sharing a really small room. Which contains us and a bunch of weapons," you add in an attempt at levity, managing a small grin. "So we probably ought to at least be civil to each other, yeah? We don't have to be friends just to get along." She doesn't say anything, though you notice the lashing of her tail slows a little bit. Encouraged, you try to press on. "Look, let's start with something simple. I won't go into the whole story, I'll just say why I'm here. I pulled a gun on a Space Ranger, a guy who was technically my superior officer. What'd you do?"\n\nFor a minute you think that Veronka's just going to keep ignoring you. But finally there's a sulky mutter, directed at the wall: "Regicide."\n\nRegicide? You take a second to place that word. ... Wait, doesn't that mean killing a king? Or royalty or something? You blink, then simply say, "Huh." You don't really have a frame of reference to respond to that level of crime. Veronka shifts on her bed a little, not seeming either particularly calmed or agitated by your response. So you just nod and say, "Okay. Ah... since we do have to share this tiny room, anything I can do? Y'know, to make things better?"\n\nThere's another drawn-out silence, before she grumbles, "Take a shower. You stink."\n\n<hr>\n[[... Yeah okay.|GGSR6x6]]\n\n[[Oh that is IT!|GGOri]]

"Oh, wow." You blink a little at that, but nod eagerly enough. "Sure, I'll do some shots. Sounds cool." Hey, you came on this vacation on your own, clearly you're in charge of yourself enough to decide if you want to drink, right?\n\n"Cool." Jonny walks back over and lays out a number of shot glasses, then sets down a pair of bottles. "Got two selections, prolly best if you pick one and stick with it."\n\n"They don't mix well, huh?"\n\n"Something like that." He taps a finger against a bottle full of a dark reddish-brown liquid. "This one's called 'Sex Bomb'. Supposed to be sort of spicy but sort of smooth. Haven't tried it myself, but it's apparently pretty good." Then he taps the other bottle. "This is just some tequila. Not particularly strong stuff, either, but it'll still do the job. So, what'll it be?"\n\n<hr>\n[[Sex Bomb.|DRJplaceholder]]\n\n[[Tequila.|DRJplaceholder]]

"Uh, thanks," you murmur, still a bit stunned as you walk over and sit down in the center of one of the couches. You jump just a little as Donny walks over and sits down next to you, laying his arm along the back of the couch. You glance over, and have just as good a view of his chest as you do his face. Honestly, now that you're starting to get over the initial shock, they're not bothering you nearly as much. He actually looks kind of handsome, in his own way, and as noted the muscles are very nice. And somehow the smell is kind of getting to you, too... sweaty, yeah, but also sort of heady and thick and... really masculine.\n\n"Nice to get out of those things for awhile, especially when we've got some cute company," Donny says cheerfully, grinning at you.\n\n"We're actually off for a couple of hours, at least," Ronny adds, sitting down on your other side. You try not to blush or squirm too much at being in such close proximity to both of them, but dang, the longer you sit here the more attractive they look. You're not sure whether you're just getting used to their animal-like features, or if it's something about the smell. Your brain tries to get you to remember something you read once about pheremones, but you're sort of busy admiring the view. Also the couch actually is pretty comfortable, and you settle back against it, really relaxing after your surprise.\n\n"Which means we have time to have something to drink," Jonny says with a grin, opening the fridge and taking out a bottle, then opening up a cabinet and taking out a rather larger bottle. "So what'll it be, Sam... beer or shots?"\n\n<hr>\n[[Beer.|DRJ2x1]]\n\n[[Shots.|DRJ1x3]]\n\n[[Water.|DRJplaceholder]]

Curious to see whether the faces under those big bobbly mascot heads are as cute as their bodies apparently are, you grin and nod. "Sure, why not? Thanks."\n\n"Great!" Donny chirps.\n\n"Awesome," Ronny adds, accepting your hand as you lay it in his and tugging you along with him.\n\n"This way," Jonny concludes as the three of them walk through the alley, you trailing a bit to Ronny's side. The three of them walk through several back pathways, the walkways here simple concrete and a bit less sparkling clean than the ones meant to be walked by park visitors. Eventually your little group arrives at a drab, squarish grey building that's about as unassuming as possible. Donny pulls open a somewhat dented metal door and Ronny leads you inside, with Jonny calling occasional instructions from behind as you weave your way through bits of piled equipment and costumes in the largely unlit interior. But you make it to a set of stairs without incident, and up to a hallway with a number of doors. The one the trio heads for is marked simply 'DRJ', and it opens to reveal... well, it looks sort of like a lounge or something. There are a pair of black leather couches facing each other, a kitchenette area, and even a computer desk. About the only thing that marks it as being particularly different than a standard, if slightly upscale, break area is that there's also a fairly large bed in one corner. Maybe it's there so the employees can catch naps?\n\n"Whew, glad to get out of this thing," Donny announces, pushing up at the bottom of his foam head.\n\n"Definitely, it is already way too warm," Ronny agrees, working his side to side as if to loosen it.\n\n"It's like a giant solar panel," Jonny huffs, actually tilting his forward and off.\n\nYou stare in shock as the three of them remove the oversized mascot horse heads, because underneath are... horse heads. Actual, flesh and blood ones. Maybe not exactly like the ones you've seen on, you know, actual horses. The muzzles seem shorter, the eyes more human, in fact there's slightly more human features to the whole thing, but they're definitely not human. All three of them are shaking out their sweaty manes, which are dark brown streaked with the same colors as their t-shirts.\n\n"Ah, man, that is much better!" Donny huffs.\n\n"Actual air conditioning," Ronny murmurs, moving to stand underneath a ceiling vent.\n\n"Hey, have a seat, Sam," Jonny invites, waving a hand (that you're now thinking isn't wearing some sort of glove) towards the couches.\n\n<hr>\n[[Well, it's weird, but they don't seem dangerous...|DRJ1x2]]\n\n[[WTF weird horse dudes! Run for it!|DRJplaceholder]]

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

Hm. Well... maybe St. Sacuma's is better, right? After all, the other one is an <i>all-girls</i> school, so no matter how luxurious and nice it is, you'd be deprived of the potential for cute boys. Much better to go for the mid-range school, where you'll still be around wealthier, more elite students, and possibly where you might meet the future Mister Mercer. (Yes you know that's not how things usually work but if you can find a guy willing to change his name for you chances are he'll be putty for every other purpose as well.)\n\nSo, with that settled, the move goes on, with you having to do... well, pretty much nothing, since everything gets packed up, moved, and unpacked for you. Hill Heights seems both familiar and strange after having lived all your life in Deviville (barring vacations), but you're not worried about that too much. You soon scope out all the relevant markers (mall, the good beauty parlor, mall, the nice clothes shops, mall, etc.), and soon you're putting on your uniform to get ready for... not your first day of school, but your orientation. It's on a Saturday (ugh), but apparently you just have to go and be shown around where everything is by a senior. Suits you, really... you guess no matter how lame such things are, in the end it's better than having to do something even lamer like ask someone for directions on the day of. So you dress in the white blouse and blue blazer with the school's emblem on the pocket (it looks like a kitty! admittedly pretty cute), red plaid skirt, black thighhighs (one of the optional footwear choices), and saddle shoes, and get driven over to the campus.\n\nAh... it's really pretty cool that there's a gate and anything. You feel extra rich from that. The campus (they make sure to call it a campus in all the documentation you've seen) does look a little ritzier than any public school you've seen, and the buildings are definitely newer and shinier-looking, but other than that it's not too opulent and upscale. Which in some ways is disappointing (you're still not 100% sure why you didn't choose Merriweather's, despite what you told yourself), but also you don't feel nearly so pressured. The Uber you took pulls up in front of the main building and you get out and head up the short flight of stairs and inside. The lobby is extremely clean and tidy compared to the three other examples you've seen... it has the usual display case of trophies and ribbons, and some announcement boards, but they're all meticulously ordered and arranged instead of just, well, put up wherever.\n\nWaiting for you is a girl who, well, looks a fair bit similar to you, with long straight blonde hair, albeit even more obviously dyed than yours considering the deep, obviously natural dark golden-brown of her skin and the almost feline set of her eyes. She's taller than you, and on the more slender side. 'Wow, she's pretty,' you're unable to help thinking as the girl fixes her dark eyes on you and gives you a fairly winning smile, walking to meet you and offering a hand. "Hey, Layla, I'm Song, your Senior Advisor."\n\nDeciding to err fully on the side of caution for the moment, you give her an easy, winning, and heavily practiced smile of your own and politely shake her hand. "Nice to meet you." Doing your best to look sweet as well as confused, you keep smiling and add, "'Senior Advisor' sounds pretty impressive for just showing me where the classrooms are."\n\n"Every new student gets a Senior Advisor who's supposed to do that and help them out whenever they need it," Song explains, still smiling as she shrugs. "Obviously a lot of students don't really make any use of that after getting shown around since they think it's lame and don't want to get teased, but most of us seniors really don't mind. So seriously, if you ever need help with stuff, just come find me. I'm usually in the library for a while after school."\n\n'Fat chance,' you immediately think. Even if you hadn't immediately perceived a red flag at the mention of it being something other students don't do, the fact that she'd be in the <i>library</i> after <i>school hours</i> definitely tells you that Song isn't someone you want to be associated with publicly. As pretty and put-together as she seems, sounds like there's a pretty good chance she's a nerd, and you do not want a whiff of that on you, especially starting out in a new school environment like this. ... Still, she's a senior, and you're not entirely sure how well-connected she might be anyway, so best to keep on the polite side since there's no real risk with it, with the two of you being here effectively alone.\n\nSong shows you around the school, telling you where all the various things are (which door and path to use to get to the gym or some of the other separated buildings, where the cafeteria is, were the campus store is and what its hours are) as well as your specific classes, since she has a copy of your class schedule on your phone apparently. "And this is the student council room," she adds, gesturing to the door. "Can't really show you the inside since only the student council members get keys or are allowed in, but there it is."\n\n'Ooo, weeb-y,' you think scornfully, not really considering that you have to be a bit of a weeb to associate student councils with anime. "No offense, but do they actually do anything, or do they just like make announcements on the PA and plan their reelections?" you ask, not bothering to be overly cautious since Song seems cool enough... er, that is, doesn't seem to be powerful enough to worry about if you <i>do</i> offend her.\n\n"Theeey do a fair bit," Song allows, glancing almost nervously at the door again before focusing her attention on you. "They help out the teachers a lot with various things. They're involved with things like enforcing dress code, code of conduct, campus safety, things like that."\n\n"Well that's interesting," you say breezily, while turning over the implications in your head. "They must be the most popular kids too, right?" you ask, still keeping your tone nonchalant, but digging a bit to see if those are the sort of elections that are determined by the most influential or if it's just something fobbed off on the nerds because no one really cares.\n\nSong hesitates for a moment, her eyes sliding to the side. You realize she's apparently looking at the security camera, and become a bit worried as she says, "Here, I'll tell you as I'm showing you to the library." She turns and heads down the hallway, with you hesitating just a little before following her. Nothing happens immediately, until on the landing of a stairwell she suddenly whirls and grabs you by the upper arm, making you jump and suppress a yelp. Those dark eyes look a lot more serious and intense as she says, "Listen, I <i>know</i> what you <i>are</i>."\n\n"H-hey," you stammer, half angry and half afraid.\n\n"No, now <i>listen</i>. You may have been queen shit alpha bitch back at Deviville High, but St. Sacuma's doesn't tolerate that stuff. That's not me bragging, that's me <i>warning</i> you," she adds, in a slightly gentler but still urgent tone. "The teachers aren't whatever dull-eyed, I-saw-nothing workadays just killing time until their pension that you're used to letting you get away with murder. They've got sharp eyes, damn near zero tolerance, and they have basically unlimited authority with which to punish you. And if you screw up bad enough or often enough, you could get sent to remedial classes, and you <i>really</i> do not want to get sent to remedial classes, trust me."\n\n"Let <i>go</i>!" you snap, yanking your arm away from her and scrambling back a little, trembling a little as you glare at her.\n\n"I'm serious, Layla," Song says, and she certainly both sounds and looks it. "If you think you <i>chose</i> St. Sacuma's, you're mistaken, but you're here now and you've got to ride it out. My advice to you is to keep your head down, behave, and ride out the next few years without making any waves." She pauses and eyes you up and down a bit coolly, adding, "Smart girl like you, not too much in the way of morals, you could probably even thrive here. Become a teacher's pet or wind up getting recommended for student council... once you learn how things work here, you'll know those aren't the 'lame nerd' positions they might have been where you come from," she adds in a cutting tone. "Either way, you better switch your mindset to learning to survive, instead of figuring out how to get back on the bullying horse."\n\nRide it out? <i>Survive</i>?! What the heck is she talking about?! Part of you wants to brush her off as delusional, or doing some sort of prank to scare you, but part of you can't help but think she's dead serious. You're torn between just shutting up and doing your best to get through the tour or running right home and demanding your parents take you out of that school.\n\nAnd then there's just a flicker, a mote of curiosity...\n\n<hr>\n[["..."|MeanHH1x2]]\n\n[["Get away from me!"|MeanHH]]\n\n[["........ What's 'remedial classes'?"|MeanHH]]

Normally you might say something cutting, but the warning Song gave you is still hovering around your brain. You keep your teeth together and kind of shift your eyes back towards your own notepad, largely ignoring her.\n\nProbably for the best, since Ms. Lee almost instantly says a rather cool, "No talking in class." You sense more than see the girl beside you flinch, and after a moment Ms. Lee comes down the row of desks and sets a pen in front of her. "Don't forget again, Leanna," she adds in a firm tone before returning to the board.\n\nYou're not sure if all that Song implied is bullshit, but that definitely does seem to demonstrate that these teachers are paying a lot more attention and possibly a lot more strict than your old ones. Probably best to continue to fly the straight and narrow, at least for a while.\n\nThe next class you have is History with Ms. Rythe. Ugh, another yawner. Also, strangely enough, another extremely hot teacher. Ms. Rythe seems about the same age as Ms. Lee or a little older, though that might just be her round glasses and kind of overall slightly 'mature' vibe. She has long, thick, wavy brown hair hanging down her back and isn't quite as busty as Ms. Lee, but dang if she isn't in the running. Are all the teachers here gorgeous titty monsters? you wonder, a little sulkily. You were hoping to net a cute, rich boyfriend here, but how can you compete with these beautiful, bra-busting teachers? \n\nYou try to refocus as Ms. Rythe actually starts talking, beginning to go over the syllabus for the semester (though at least she printed hers and handed it out). Unfortunately her idea of making sure the class is participating is to tell you all to get your books out and flip through to the parts that match up to the syllabus. 'Boring,' you think with a sigh, reaching down to your bag to get your book.\n\nAs you're straightening up, there's a loud bang nearby, your head whipping towards it reflexively. A skinny boy with glasses is sitting there looking absolutely mortified, his book having hit the floor at an angle and then fallen (right next to your chair, incidentally) to make that sound, both slightly out of his reach and having drawn every eye in the class towards him.\n\n<hr>\n[[Laugh.|MeanHH]]\n\n[[Ignore it.|MeanHH1x4]]\n\n[[Hand the book back to him.|MeanHH]]\n\n

A little shopping first thing in the morning sounds fun. Tim and Jim run a shop, but it's apparently where you go to sell stuff, and you're meant to buy things from the PHAT Nutt Machine. (PNM? But that's already got an acronym in it? ... Well, whatever.) You head on over to Tom's tent. He's lazing around in front of the TV having a beer already, as you might expect, shamelessly scratching his fat nuts and paying you no mind as you come in to examine the wares for sale from the machine.\n\nYou tap the screen and it does a little spinny entrance animation of the Nutt Bigdustries logo (which, unsurprisingly, looks like the leaf currency symbol with a big ol' ballsack dangling off of it) before lighting up with a list of the things it has for sale. (You have <<print $goldleaf>> gold leaves.)\n\n<<if not $shotgunbought>><b><<if $goldleaf >= 3000>>[[Fossil Finder Five-Fifty|BuyShotgun]]<<else>>Fossil Finder Five-Fifty<<endif>></b>: <i>3000 GL</i> - The Fossil Finder Five-Fifty is the premier fossil-hunter's tool, eliminating all of that messy guesswork and luck previously involved in finding fossils! Just point it at the ground and work one simple control, and the Fossil Finder Five-Fifty will tell you if there's a fossil in the area and just where it is! Then it's just a matter of shovel work!<<else>><b>Fossil Finder Five-Fifty</b> - <i>Bought</i><<endif>>\n\n<<if not $magicleafbought>><b><<if $goldleaf >=3000>>[[Magical Tanuki Leaf|BuyLeaf]]<<else>>Magical Tanuki Leaf<<endif>></b>: <i>3000 GL</i> - While this magical leaf won't turn you into a true tanuki (sadness), it will let you shapeshift like one! Your body will be yours to alter any way you see fit! Have all the fun you want! (Nutt Bigdustries is not responsible for failing to check yourself and thereby wrecking yourself while having said fun.)<<else>><b>Magical Tanuki Leaf</b> - <i>Bought</i><<endif>>\n\n<hr>\n[[Nah, changed my mind.|GGAC-Morning1]]

Deciding to listen to your instincts, you focus on getting dressed. You give a glance at... Leanna, right, that was her name... as you go past. Well, that confirms that wearing panties under the bloomers gives you super-obvious pantyline, you suppose you should thank her for that. The bloomers trying to turn into a thong on you constantly or just as often trying to give you a cameltoe will just have to be tolerated.\n\nYou file out and join everyone in lining up and being addressed by the girls' gym teacher, Coach Brek. She's tall, dark-skinned, her hair done in multiple thick braids that are drawn back and tied together behind her head. She's not <i>quite</i> as bountiful as either Ms. Lee or Ms. Rythe, but geez basically all she's wearing up top is a grey sports bra, the light color against her dark skin somehow making it stand out more as if it were actual lingerie. At least she's wearing sweatpants so she can't make you feel inadequate with how much better her butt probably is than yours, to judge by her toned abs and overall build.\n\n'Everyone's so... well-behaved,' you think a few moments later as you're jogging around the field with all the other students. (Apparently you jog at least one lap every day that it's not just too painfully cold to, according to the coach.) You're starting to notice that it's not just you that seems to be watching yourself... there was very little chatter in the locker room, and there's still very little of it now, only a few people who seem to know each other well talking quietly as they run. Normally times like that would be prime time to talk with anyone you were at least a little positive towards, or even neutral. Especially if they'd been quiet in the classes before like everyone is here. 'Whether Song was for real or not, there def is something kinda sus about this place,' you decide, even as you yourself keep your mouth closed and focus on jogging.\n\nAlong with most of the other girls you take a brief shower afterwards to wash off the sweat, again noticing that there's a minimum of chatter and absolutely zero teasing going on. Once more dressed in your regular uniform, you return to the main building and the cafeteria. You purse your lips a little at noticing that the little mini food court that Song showed you earlier apparently won't open until next week. Seriously? Actual school lunch? Sighing, you turn and head to join the line.\n\nHm... you see several girls that look like your type ahead of you. Surely <i>here</i> is safe to try and strike up some conversation? The sub-par nature of school food versus chain food is a universal opinion, in your experience, it's like the safest thing you could say!\n\n<hr>\n[[Yeah, go for it!|MeanHH]]\n\n[[... Nnnnno.|MeanHH1x6]]

Everyone else seems to be turning back to the front of the class, so you decide to do the same, pretending you didn't see anything. You also do your best to ignore it as the boy reaches down and stretches for his book, despite it being against all your bully instincts to not do something like nudging the book further away or nudging his head so he falls over.\n\nStill, the rest of the class passes in relative peace. Ms. Rythe seems like she might be okay and even interesting, even if she is annoyingly hot and likely to keep every boy in class thoroughly distracted. The next class is gym... right before lunch? Well, you guess that's better than right after. You have heard it's better for your metabolism to exercise before you eat, so maybe it's a good thing.\n\nYou head out of the main building and out to the gym, or rather directly into the exterior entrance of the girls' locker room, heading to the locker where your PE uniform is already waiting for you. Apparently St. Sacuma's decided to go more Japanese-style for their gym uniforms as opposed to the vaguely Catholic school style normal uniforms, since the gym ones are white shirts (long-sleeved at this time of year) and tight red shorts (or bloomers, you guess), with rather high hips. You notice in passing the other girls who are already almost dressed that most of them seem to be putting their shorts on without anything under them, you're guessing to avoid panty lines. Well, duly noted.\n\nAs you're changing at your own locker, your "neighbor" arrives, the awkward motion of limbs drawing your attention like a lion noticing a gazelle with a limp. Oh, it's the girl from first period, apparently you have gym with her, too. She's definitely trying to get changed while showing as little of her body as possible. ... Dangit, she does have big tits too, which immediately renews your ire at her and increases your desire to bully her. Oho... she's also wearing cheap, slightly frayed underwear! Super unfashionable!\n\nYou give a quick glance around. Not a teacher in sight. Finally, a chance to establish your bona fides without having to worry! ... Except something still feels off...\n\n<hr>\n[[Who cares, bully bully bully!|MeanHH]]\n\n[[... Hrm.|MeanHH1x5]]

'Keep your head down.'\n\nThere's still some resentment towards Song for how badly she scared you, and yet with the bad feeling you're getting from how everyone else is acting, you still can't help but feel that it's good advice. You take your phone out of your jacket pocket, deciding to keep it mostly out of sight as you do. Your finger pauses in moving to unlock it, and you decide to press the power button until the 'Turn off' option appears instead. 'Better safe than sorry' feels applicable here, and once the phone is off you shove it deep into your bag instead of putting it back in your pocket.\n\nStill, the next class does a lot to make you feel better about the whole thing. You're pretty sure they didn't offer Psychology as a class at Deviville High, but since St. Sacuma's is a College Preparatory School and all, there were various 'elective' classes more like college courses that you could take, and you picked this one. Seemed like it might be useful. You knew your teacher was going to be Mr. Helsen, but you'd pictured like some dumpy old dude in a sweater, or maybe a sweaty red-faced gym teacher just satisfying some qualification by teaching another class. Mr. Helsen is... definitely not either of those, you think dreamily as you stare delightedly at him, the same as almost every other girl (and a few boys) in the class. For one thing he's young, maybe even younger than Ms. Lee and Ms. Rythe, for another he's just super handsome, like a male model, including artfully tousled brown hair and a pretty jawline. He's also wearing an actual suit, though he's draped the jacket over the back of his chair and has one button undone, furthering his slightly roguish charms.\n\nHe's also warm, and gentle, and funny, and somehow engaging despite your usual disdain for anything like actually paying attention in class. By the time class is over, you may be imagining the plotlines of numerous student-teacher romance manga that you're supposed to have been too cool to read.\n\nYou leave his class in a slightly dreamy daze, moving on to the second-to-last class of the day, Photography. Another elective course, both of your even slightly interesting ones got grouped together on your 'A' day. (All your even more boring stuff like Math wound up on your 'B' day schedule. The whole A-B schedule seems weird to you, but at least it's less classes per day, even if they are a bit longer.) The teacher is Ms. Keller, who turns out to be a tall, lean woman with boobs "only" about the size of your own. Her dark hair being clipped fairly short with fancy bangs and the fact that she's wearing pants instead of skirts like the other female teachers can't help but make you think "lesbian", especially with all the photos of pretty girls and women on the walls. \n\n"Well, it's Photography, but we do also do a bit of video work during the class," Ms. Keller says breezily as she wanders the room, which is set up into grouped tables rather than the usual rows of desks, presumably since as a class involving working with physical media you'll sometimes need more space than desks provide. "Anything of recording something beautiful or striking, that speaks to the soul, onto film to be preserved and shown forever, we'll probably get up to it here."\n\n<hr>\n[[Snort.|MeanHH]]\n\n[[Nod along.|MeanHH1x8]]

Something's definitely eating at the back of your mind, so you simply go through the line, getting the standard hamburger that the others are and moving to pay. At least it looks a <i>little</i> better than the ones you're used to, like it might actually have been formed by human hands out of ground meat instead of compressed into a perfect disk by a machine.\n\n'It's quiet,' you think as you step back out into the lunch room proper, frowning just a little as you look around. There are no clumps of people pushed all together in parts of one table, nobody seems to have taken over an entire table for themselves and their two friends, nothing like you're used to. Instead the other students are just sitting at the tables neatly, taking up exactly their built-in stool and the space right behind them with their bag, all of them apparently focused on eating or already doing homework from the morning. The chatter is minimal, almost subaudible, instead of the constant din of conversation, boisterousness, and at least thirty people playing loud videos or music on their phones that you're used to. In fact, you can't see a single person in here with their phone out.\n\n'There is definitely something wrong here,' you think as you decide on the safe choice of sitting a bit distant from some of the other students, but not too distant... certainly not enough to make it look like you're a loner, but also not close enough that you seem too eager to join. Your carefully calculated plan seems pointless anyway as none of the other people at the table even seem to notice you. It doesn't feel like you're being ignored, precisely, more like they're all trying very hard not to disrupt... whatever this is going on. 'This place is like a prison or something. I mean, even more than public school,' you think with a scowl as you glance around again. 'Seriously, <i>no one's</i> on their phone? ... I mean, I know we're not even supposed to have our phones with us at school, it was the same way back in Deviville, but the teachers never cared as long as we didn't use them in class. I thought that was normal?'\n\nWhich reminds you, of course you've got your phone, duh. But, uh, maybe you should make sure you don't get a text or something in class? Normally your teachers at your old school tended to ignore the occasional <i>bwoop</i> or <i>fw-ching!</i> as long as it wasn't too loud or too often, and even then would tend to just irritably announce "Silence it" to no one, since they considered it too much trouble to actually enforce the rules. Somehow you're thinking that the teachers here might not be as lenient, and yet it galls you to think of continuing to knuckle under when you don't have anything other than a vague feeling that stuff is not right.\n\n<hr>\n[[Silence it.|MeanHH1x7]]\n\n[[No, you won't be intimidated!|MeanHH]]

Snagging your cellphone, you begin a furious flurry of texting, sending out feelers. Several bouts of calendar-checking, conflict-avoidance, and a brief pause or two for wheedling money from parents, you've secured three friends capable of paying their own way for haunted house night. Your friend Leslie, lithe and tan and a complete tomboy (yes, she has just the sort of nicknames someone would expect), chosen for her daredevil nature and the fact that if she heard you went somewhere scary without her, she'd never forgive you. Kev, a fellow gamer, who loves stuff like Amnesia, Silent Hill, Fatal Frame, and all of that so he was an obvious choice there. And of course, Jack, the most stereotypical "jock" out of people that could be considered your friends, chosen because what's visiting a haunted house without the token jock, and also because his ability to acquire and smuggle alcohol is near-legendary.\n\nYou try to find things to do the next day to keep busy, but you have to admit that you're pretty much little-kid excited... other girls might be embarrassed to get all hyper over the idea of visiting a musty old house that's probably haunted by nothing more than a few roaches, but screw 'em, this is gonna be fun! It's still plenty light out when you get dressed in your slightly tattered black jeans and snug black t-shirt, the bottom of it not quite covering your bellybutton. You check your pocketknife (just in case anything purely corporeal doesn't understand "no means no"), then head out to meet up with the others. You bump into Leslie along the way, her skin an almost glowing golden brown as if she'd just come out of the oven instead of likely running around outside all the day, the other girl wearing a blue tanktop and khaki shorts, tawny blonde hair cropped short... you're pretty sure she <i>does</i> like boys, but has never particularly cared about rumors to the contrary, that you've noticed.\n\nThe two of you fall to chatting back and forth, a tingle of excitement in the air between you, especially as the sun sets. Kev falls in behind the two of you, tall and lanky and with just a bit of growth of beard on his chin, dressed nearly-identically to you save that his clothes are baggy where yours are snug, and he has a fairly hefty messenger bag slung over his shoulder. He's as excited as you are, if not moreso, mentioning that he's brought at least three different cameras with various ideas on ways to capture something with them, as well as two audio recorders and even a ouija board.\n\n"Oh man, you've seen all those horror movies and you're still gonna bring that thing?" you ask with a laugh, shaking your head.\n\n"Hey, if we die horribly, at least it'll be interesting," he answers with a gleam in his eyes.\n\nThe three of you arrive out in front of the house where you're supposed to be fed and see the movie to find Jack waiting outside, sitting atop a cooler. "Geez, Jack, hopeful much?" Leslie says with an amused snort, grinning at him. \n\n"Hey, if he asks, I'll say it's sandwiches and sodas," Jack answers, patting the side of the cooler before standing up. He's really all you could ask for in an athletic guy... slightly long, slightly tousled dark hair, strong jaw, broad shoulders, an affinity for tanktops and snug jeans. He's certainly not bad to look at, and the fact that he's not a complete shit about knowing that helps.\n\nAs you're standing around talking, the front door opens, and a man who introduces himself as Mr. Shandor waves you up. You get an impression of him as very normal, very nonthreatening and kind of grandfatherly... though even as he leaves you alone in the living room to go get the food and movie, you find yourself having a tough time pinning down what makes you think of him that way, or any specific features. He returns with an extra-large pizza divided into fourths with different toppings... not exactly putting himself out, but it's from the good pizza place and you're four teenagers, there's not too much complaining going on.\n\nHe puts in the movie, then leaves you to watch... if he's some sort of afficianado of the house (or just a businessman who does this a lot), he must have seen it dozens of times, after all. It's in black and white, honest-to-god sort instead of just pretentious sort, though you've gotta admit the effects are pretty decent for being that old. Still, that's about the best thing you can say about it. The plot's... disjointed, to say the least, like it's trying to fit in the plot of every horror story the writers had read. Ghosts in the upstairs bedroom, some sort of fish monster lurking in the duck pond out back, demonic rituals in the basement, a crazy cannibal cook in the kitchen, evil rats in the walls, werewolves in the woods outside, and on and on. Heck, some of that stuff only gets a few seconds to be shown off before the characters flee in terror, practically tripping over the next horror. The four of you are mostly left alternatively laughing and wincing, though admittedly there are a few minutes of immersion at some of the gorier and more body horror-ish parts.\n\nThe movie finishes with the lot of you snickering and chattering, though, with little of actual fear in the air now even as you all make your way out to the van that Mr. Shandor uses to drive you up to the house itself. It looms on a rise over the town, practically the perfect haunted house... cemetary-style gates around it, peeling paint from old wood and long-tarnished brick with ivy growing up it, dark windows gazing down almost like eyes, the whole shebang. Seeing it towering over you even from the road does sort of bring back a little of that excited, fearful zing, and you can feel your heart beating faster as Shandor hands over the keyring to you, apparently content to drop you off at the front walk.\n\n"I dunno, this is starting to freak me out," Leslie murmurs, frowning up at the house and rubbing one brown upper arm lightly.\n\n"You're kidding. You didn't let <i>that</i> movie get to you?" Jack says with a snort, exchanging a bemused glance with you and Kev.\n\n"It's not so much the movie, just..." She trails off, in a way that tells you that it really was the movie, at least a little bit. Then she continues. "I don't know, why isn't he coming in with us?"\n\n"He probably saw that we were all capable of taking care of ourselves. Or that we were likely to tip him more tomorrow if he made himself scarce."\n\n"Yeah, he's probably hoping Jack tells more people about this place so it can turn into a way to hang out with no parents," Kev adds, glancing hopefully at the ice chest for the first time instead of the house.\n\n"That's another thing, he didn't even ask what's in the chest," Leslie points out, still frowning.\n\n"Probably didn't care," Jack says with a shrug.\n\n"Yeah, but that's pretty weird itself, isn't it? Not even caring what a bunch of teenagers take into a house he owns, by themselves?"\n\n"We hadda give him a copy of our licenses, it's not like we can trash the joint and get away with it," Jack answers, frowning as well now... clearly he's starting to get to the edge of his patience.\n\n"Hey, hey." You reach out to rest a hand on Leslie's shoulder. "Les, if you're really not into this, I can call him back right now."\n\nLeslie hesitates, then huffs. "Fuck, I'm not gonna be the party pooper," she answers, putting her hands on her hips. "Look, just keep an eye out, right?" At Jack's immediate snort, she says, "Just in case he's got somebody in there who wants to blackjack us and take our wallets!"\n\n"We already paid a hundred bucks for a twenty dollar pizza and a movie he probably got in the dollar bin, he's already taken our wallets," Jack answers, though now it's in a more cheerful tone. You head to the gate to unlock it, and the four of you troop up the walk, with Kev carrying the other side of the cooler briefly before Sam takes over, the lanky boy looking chagrined only for a moment before staring in delight at the rickety old mansion. You take a few moments to figure out which key is which, before unlocking and pushing open the door.\n\nThe inside is dusty, but otherwise clean... meaning you don't spot any obvious piles of rubble, cobwebs, or vermin turds. Even the dust isn't that bad, this place must have gotten at least a mild cleaning at some time in the last few weeks. The floors are hardwood, dark but intricately-patterned beneath the thin layer of dust, and what few pieces of furniture there are have been covered by plain, somewhat yellowed white sheets. The entryway leads right into a cavernous living room, framed by curving staircases of the same dark wood. There's a humongous fireplace with metalworked designs featuring all sorts of monsters and demons... it definitely proves the movie was made here, since you recognize it, no way they could have made a reproduction on that picture's budget.\n\n"Well, everybody, what's on the agenda?" Jack booms into the room, his voice echoing slightly. He and Leslie set the cooler down and he makes a show of dusting his hands off. "Wanna [[take a look around together|GGHH13x1]]? Or we could always..." He waggles his eyebrows. "[[Split up|GGHH1x2a]]."\n\n"We could do more damage that way," Kev says with a snicker, already fishing out one of his cameras and snapping a quick picture of the fireplace. The brightness of the flash makes you realize that what little light is coming in through the dusty windows is fading, and you hurry to find the electric camp lanterns Mr. Shandor mentioned would be around and turn them on. "We could [[try the ouija board|GGHHplaceholder]]," Kev adds in a hopeful tone.\n\n"Fuck no," Leslie murmurs with a visible shudder.\n\n"Aw, c'mon!"\n\n"Or we could just sit right here and [[crack a few of these open|GGHHplaceholder]]," Jack suggests genially, lifting the lid of the cooler and pulling out a pair of local beers, shaking a bit of the water off of the bottles. "This was your idea, Cy, whatta you think...?"

City Guard makes sure that you receive the very best psychiatric counseling as soon as possible. Six months later, you return to your parents, a bag of prescription medication in hand that no sane person would be able to deal with anyway. You're quiet, distant, your internet friends lost to you due to a prohibition on surfing the net, your real life friends lost to you out of their fear and not being able to deal with the changes in your demeanor.\n\nYour days of being highly independent and self-sufficient are over. You can't even finish public high school... it's hard to tell what might set you off. After the third time your mother is called away from work to collect you from the nurse's office where you're struggling to breathe past your laughter, you're withdrawn from the school, and you receive a bit of private tutoring, enough for you to secure a token diploma at least. Not that you're ever going to do anything with it.\n\nEventually, despite their best attempts, your parents just can't deal with you anymore either. The fact that they can't take you to a family funeral for fear of you literally laughing yourself sick, or watch the news without your literally uncontrolled giggling at stories of kidnappings and rapes, and so on puts a strain on their relationship that almost destroys the family. Luckily, by then a facility has been constructed for people like you... people left severely mentally unbalanced by their interactions with supervillains (or superheroes). Everyone avoids saying words like "asylum" and "mental hospital", but you know what it is, and you know that you're probably never going to leave it and return home, despite the hopeful assurances of your parents and doctors. You laugh the whole way there.\n\nStill, it is a nice place. It's not at all like the dingy white-walled wards you've seen in various shows. You can even go out pretty much whenever you want, though a guard always has to go with you. It's not that they're afraid of you in particular hurting anyone... he's literally there for your protection. The people here care about you, and want you to get better, and that does help. After the first month, you hardly ever wake up screaming with laughter in the middle of the night.\n\nFive years into your stay, you wake up to see a form standing over your bed. Little Joke, her hair a tangled, hacked-at mess, her makeup smudged and wiped off, what little is there looking so dried-on and crusted that it's practically like scales. She gives a choked sniffle, raising her massive revolver, she points it at your chest. With a serene smile, you lift it up to point it at your forehead instead. She just stares at you for long moments, then drops the gun with a loud clatter and backs away. She stands there for a moment, then turns and opens the door, your guard jerking a bit as he sees her and grabbing for his tazer.\n\n"I'd like to check in, please," Little Joke says quietly, closing your door after her.\n\nYou roll over and giggle yourself back to sleep.\n\n<b>Palladium City</b> end - <i>A headcase of the giggles</i>\n\n<hr>\n\n[[Back to start.|CharGenMain]]

"Let's go upstairs and take a look at the bedrooms," you answer after a few moments of thought. "Spooky's fine and all, but I don't wanna break a leg in the woods or fall into a algae-covered duck pond."\n\n"Yeah, and no way the kitchen's gonna be that interesting," Leslie snorts. Nodding agreement, you pick up one of the camp lanterns and the two of you head for the stairs, mounting the creaking, groaning steps and heading for the upper landing. As you step into the hallway, you spot a lightswitch and try it... nothing. Either there's no power to the entire house or the wiring for the upstairs just hasn't been maintained. Since you're here to look at the bedrooms where the ghost scenes were shot, you're not exactly interested in diverting to check every switch in the house to find out which it is.\n\n"Which one was it?" you ask over your shoulder, knowing Leslie usually has a good eye for detail.\n\n"If the exterior and interior shots used the same room? I think... that one," Leslie answers, pointing over your shoulder and about three doors down. Lifting the electric lantern a bit further in front of you, you head for the indicated door. You half expect it to be locked as you grip the antique, mildly tacky knob and turn, but the door swings open with a low whine of grimey hinges. You poke the lantern in ahead of you a bit, and immediately recognize the very large bedroom from the movie. No wonder they decided to film in here... even with the very large four-poster bed and a handful of old but largely unremarkable furniture, there's plenty of room for cameras and lights. You almost reflexively thump your hand against the wall looking for a lightswitch, and after a bit of groping find one... but it's just as nonfunctional as the one in the hall.\n\nActually stepping into the room so that Leslie can slip in behind you, you look around, the lantern's limited light casting wan illumantion and pale shadows over everything. The room is oddly... complete, all the necessary furniture for living in place, even accoutrements left out on the vanity. It's as if someone just walked out of the room one day and never came back. "Do you think the movie people left this stuff? It can't be anyone's actual, y'know, <i>stuff</i>, it would've been moved out, right?"\n\n"Dunno. Oh, hey." Spotting a candelabra with some candles still in it on a side table, Leslie heads over, producing a lighter from one of her shorts pockets and flicking it, apparently intent on adding some more light to the situation.\n\n<hr>\n[[Explore the room.|GGHHPlaceholder]]\n\n[[Explore Leslie.|GGHH1x4]]

You wait until Leslie's in the midst of lighting the candelabra, but not with her hand over any of the flames, before slipping up behind her and sliding your hands around her, gently lifting her tanktop a bit and brushing your fingertips over her belly. You feel the muscles underneath your hands tense as she goes stiff and still. Leaning in, you nip gently at her ear, then start to lower your head to kiss at her neck when she squirms away and whirls around to look at you, tan cheeks turned coppery with a blush.\n\n"W-what are you doing?" she demands, though her voice is kept to a hissing whisper, as if afraid the others might hear her otherwise.\n\n"Um..." Now it's your turn to blush, and you roll your shoulders uncertainly, one hand moving up rub at the back of your head a bit.\n\n"No, I mean, it's pretty obvious <i>what</i> you were doing," Leslie amends, frowning at you. There's an almost palpable sense of an angry thundercloud gathering around her. "So I guess what I'm really asking is 'why?'"\n\n<hr>\n[[Because you really like her.|GGHHPlaceholder]]\n\n[[You want to experiment.|GGHH1x5]]\n\n[[The mood of the place just struck you.|GGHHPlaceholder]]\n\n[[lol jk amirite?|GGHHPlaceholder]]

"Well, y'know. I was sort of... curious," you answer, grinning sheepishly at her. "I've been thinking maybe I'd sort of like to... test things out, or something. I didn't think you'd, y'know... mind?"\n\nHer face darkens, but this time it's with obvious anger instead of mingled embarrassment and confusion. "Right. So you picked 'Lesbian Les' to make a move on. Because I so obviously like girls."\n\n"Aw, c'mon, Leslie, I didn't really mean it like... well, I guess I didn't-"\n\n"Even putting aside the fact that if I <i>did</i> like girls, that I should just be overjoyed to be part of your little <i>testing yourself</i>? Oh, you want me to show you my pussy, see if it makes you drool or gag?" Practically shaking with fury, she grabs up the camp lantern and storms out the door, giving a parting snap of, "Don't fucking talk to me again."\n\nYou stare after her miserably, then settle into a chair and rub at your face with both hands. Well. That went just fantastic. "Stupid," you mutter aloud, thunking your forehead with your palm.\n\n"Oh, I don't think it was stupid at all!"\n\nYou blink at the unfamiliar voice and look up. At first, seeing no one in the room, you look towards the open doorway... but there's no one in the hall either. Then you notice the reflection in the mirror... or rather, the image. You'd just sort of written it off as your own reflection out of the corner of your eye, but when you actually look at the vanity and its mirror, the shock almost makes you fall off your chair. That's definitely not you, unless you've suddenly grown horns, turned pinkish-purple, and gotten green-gold eyes with black sclera. The weird thing is that the image in the mirror otherwise <i>does</i> look a lot like you, even down to wearing the same shirt.\n\n"Trying new things and sexy funtimes are where it's all at! Constant change and fucking, those are the two things everyone should live by!" the demonic image of you chirps, before sighing dramatically and shrugging. "Just a shame some people let all that stuff like 'pride' and 'decency' get in the way. Now you, on the other hand..." She grins and cups her chin. "You have potential. Wanna have some fun...?"\n\n<hr>\n[[Scream and flee.|GGHHPlaceholder]]\n\n[[Hear her out.|GGHH1x6]]

"This is too weird," you mutter, seriously doubting your own sanity as you move over to the vanity and sit down, looking your demonic doppelganger in the eye.\n\n"Yeah, but weird is fun, right?" the reflection chirps, then grins brightly almost immediately, showing off several rather sharp teeth. "Haha, I saw that gleam in your eye! You think so too!"\n\n"Well... sure. But this is a lot weirder than anything I've ever seen," you reply, tilting your head, still trying to figure out if the mirror is actually some sort of computer monitor or something.\n\n"Which means it should be a lot more fun, right?" The demon winks one of her odd eyes at you, then leans closer to the mirror. "Seriously though, Cyan, I've got a big time offer for you."\n\nYou open your mouth to ask how she knows your name, then close it. Either this is all a setup, in which case of course the person setting you up knows your name, or it's for real, in which case it's probably not shocking that a demon taking on your appearance would also know your name. "What sort of offer...?"\n\n"Change and sex. That's actually what the goddess I serve is all about... changing things to make them wild and weird and fun, and getting your freak on." The demon grins brightly again, before pulling her shirt off over your head. You blush a little bit at the sudden sight of your own breasts in the midst of a strange room, albeit rendered in hot purple, and reflexively put your hands to your chest to make sure that your actual shirt is still in place. "The barriers are a bit weaker in this house, so I noticed your little incident with your friend and thought you seemed a likely candidate for some power."\n\nShe leans up and closer to the mirror again, letting her version of your breasts dangle. "Think of it, Cyan. Tons of hot sex, kinky, wild, amazing sex like you haven't even heard of yet. But also power... the power to break out of this dull, mundane, <i>normal</i> world and do some really weird stuff. That's what you're looking for when you visit haunted houses and hit on girls, right? You're looking to break out of everyday stuff and find something <i>more</i>?"\n\nYou can't really argue that, so you sit in silence and stare. After a few moments, she giggles and sits back. "Thought so. Still, I can't force you to become an Agent of Change, you have to say the words. I mean, I can do a lot from here, but not that. So you have to agree. Cyan, will you accept this power and become an Agent of Change?"\n\n<hr>\n[[Yes.|GGHHPlaceholder]]\n\n[[No.|GGHH1x7]]

"Oh gosh, that's really a shame," she says with a sigh, resting a hand on her cheek. "I hate to hear that. Animal, vegetable, mineral, or other?"\n\n<hr>\n\n[[Er, "animal"?|GGHHPlaceholder]]\n\n[[Uh, "vegetable"?||GGHHPlaceholder]]\n\n[[Um, "mineral"?|GGHHPlaceholder]]\n\n[[And what the heck do you mean, "other"?|GGHHPlaceholder]]

Figures they'd lump practically all the melee classes in together. You take the book down and flip it open, and are amused to discover that it does in fact contain a class called 'Warrior'. Apparently they're meant to be at least a little bit of everything from the various melee classes... they're proficient with pretty much every weapon there is, they get a lot of class skills and skill points like rangers or rogues, they eventually start getting bonuses to their AC from Wisdom like a monk, and even get a little bit of personal healing and damage boosts like a Paladin or Cleric, along with a very mild version of a Barbarian's rage. The tradeoff is that they only get up to Medium armor proficiency and their Will save is in the toilet, but you could probably work with that. Just go for a Dexterity-based build, wear light armor (or even eventually no armor at all), apply the right feats, don't dump stat Charisma because you can use the bonuses to Intimidate with some of those feats to consistently get a good to-hit, and-\n\nYou give a loud oof as someone suddenly thumps firmly into you from behind, making you stagger forward. You expect to hit the bookshelf but instead stumble right into another person, the jolt jarring the book out of your hands and letting it drop. While you're still reeling a little in shock at the sudden double-bump you're assaulted by the roar of a crowd, the din that can only come of a few hundred people all packed into a single space conversing with others nearby. You whip your head back and forth, finding that you're actually surrounded by a press of people, many of them sweaty and muscled and wearing various sorts of armor or odd clothing that looks like something out of an RPG manu-... -al...\n\nYou look down at yourself, and stare at the cleavage looking back at you. Your boobs are easily an E-cup now, full and firm and held in position by a snug leather top that leaves the upper slopes bare, while still enclosing your shoulders, arms, and... from the feel of it... neck. A slight shift has the feeling of chain links sliding across your midriff, down to a bit above your hips. You can't see very well in the press of people, but a bit of patting finds that you're wearing leather chaps, and a chainlink loincloth that drapes in front and back... and has nothing underneath it, effectively leaving your ass and pussy bare. Flushing a little, you reach up to brush hair out of your face... it's thick and a bit shaggy and slightly past shoulder-length, black with a blue streak in the bangs. You can also tell that you're wearing at least three swords and a squarish pack settled in the middle of your back.\n\n"Ooookay, this is some next-level fuckery," you murmur, looking around at the crowd again. Yup, all clearly adventurers. There's blue sky and a hot sun overhead, and high brownish-tan stone walls. Up ahead you can just barely see some sort of raised stage, where someone in very official-looking garb is reaching into a barrel and pulling out a small wood plank. He reads it, then calls out, his voice somehow carrying over the tumult.\n\n"Next for group Owl, dungeon Morgas! Cyan! Cyan, come forward and be counted!"\n\nUh? You've been here like two minutes and you're already getting called out? What the heck?\n\n<hr>\n[[Well, better go on up.|GGWar1x1]]\n\n[[Nope, keep your head down and get out.|GGWar]]

You turn back to face her, folding your arms. "Your goal has always been to lay low City Guard and prove that he's not really superior to what humans can do, right? Among other things," you add.\n\n"Yes, that's true," Alexa says slowly. "It's why I've fought against him whenever possible with what were obviously technological creations. If it was obvious that he could be humbled by humanity, then perhaps people would stop looking towards him as the sole bastion of goodness in the world."\n\n"But you're limited by what science is able to produce, even bleeding-edge behind-closed-doors science," you pick up, seeing her face darken. "Don't misunderstand me, I'm not criticizing you. It's no more shameful than an expert swordsman being limited by only having access to a bronze dagger, or an expert marksman only having access to a Glock. You can't always get ahold of the materials that you need, or synthesize the ones that you can imagine, and obviously power sources are going to be a problem. That's true of all technology, isn't it?"\n\nAlexa nods slowly. "In essence. There are numerous factors, of course, but with access to the proper materials and energy sources, then many more things become possible."\n\nYou hold out your hand, turning it palm up, and allow azure energy to swirl and form, condensing down into your palm and taking shape before the light 'pops' and reveals a glowing green stone in a ring of silky-looking grey metal. You roll it to your fingertips and toss it to Alexa, who catches it out of the air and looks at it curiously, Marie leaning in to do so as well. "Pure energy, rendered into a dense crystalline matrix to solidify and stabilize it, embedded in setting of a molecular alloy to create an effectively new metal... call it 'Naquada', if you want, I based the general properties off of what it could do in that show."\n\nAlexa stares at it, then raises her eyes to you. "You're saying that you can just... make things like this?"\n\n"So could humanity, given a few centuries of intense scientific development and a few lucky breakthroughs. All I'm doing is giving you access to materials. It will still be up to you to decide how best to utilize them, to know what you need and ask me for it." You consider for a moment, then smile, just the tiniest bit. "Think of me like a genie. Phenomenal cosmic power... but you have to know what wishes to make, Alexa. I'm sure someone as smart as you can do that."\n\nOver the next few weeks, Alexa of course asks you to create various things... different metals, assorted kinds of power sources, miniaturized components that she doesn't have sufficiently delicate microtools to create herself. You do your best to keep in good rapport with her, hanging back when necessary, involving yourself in the work here and there... the idea is to let her feel accomplished for her progress without thinking of you as being just a resource replicator. Eventually she calls you back to her lab, showing off the green and purple suit of powered armor roughly eight feet tall, far more sleek and refined-looking than any of the others you've seen displayed elsewhere in the base.\n\n"Here it is. Weapons capable of turning solid stone and metal to dust, forcefield projectors, a biological regeneration field for the inside of the suit, mental stabilizers and neural hookups. All technology hundreds of years ahead of its time, made possible by what we've done together," Alexa asserts, smiling as she folds her arms over her chest. "This is more than City Guard's equal. I'll be able to handily lay him low with this... maybe even toy with him a bit to make sure he's lost."\n\n<hr>\n[["Good. Spit in God's eye."|FemPalV]]\n\n[["... Hmmmm."|FemPalV11xEnd1]]

"Alright, c'mon, let's hurry and get out of here," you urge, reaching out to grab her wrist with one hand and keeping your pistol aimed forward with the other as you start tugging her along.\n\n"Y-yes, you're right of course, please, let's get out."\n\nYou pass through the mangled medbay without incident, though Lymiel makes a small noise of dismay... you're not sure whether it's over the destruction of her workplace, or the implications that has for her coworkers. Either way, neither of you have time to dwell on it as you hurry through. But as you emerge into the hallway outside, Lymiel suddenly gasps and lurches, staggering backwards and pulling her hand out of your grip, hugging herself. "I... something... something feels strange...!"\n\nYou turn towards her nervously. "Huh? What's wrong?"\n\n"I don't know, I feel..." Her words trail off into a cry of mingled shock and orgasm as she throws her head back, her legs quivering as a splash of arousal soaks her inner thighs and spatters on the floor. You stare in shock as her hips buck and twitch, and her stomach begins to swell. In moments she looks full-term pregnant, and either from the strange shifting of weight or the near-constant climaxes she's experiencing, she topples backwards, laying on her back with her hips jutting, fucking the air as she reveals those torn tights and equally shredded panties, her absolutely drenched and gushing cunt quivering... and spreading. Something smooth, sleek, and grey-black is slowly pushing its way out of her, the elf woman's eyes almost completely rolled up in her head, her cries garbled noises that show her brain's been battered into mush by the constant cumming. Her pink pussy stretches taut and then just keeps going as the head-sized thing pushes out, then drops to the floor with a clunk. It's more of an oval than an actual egg, closer to being the same thickness all throughout, though it's covered in random bumps of numerous different shapes.\n\nYou're still frozen in shock and horror as one of those bumps starts to push outward, bits of it extending, starting to take on the shape of... fingers?!\n\n<hr>\n[[Run!|GGOri]]\n\n[[Shoot it!|GGOri]]\n\n[[Grab for Lymiel!|GGOri6x2]]

You have to get out of here, but you can't leave someone behind! Rushing past the growing, altering "egg", you grab for the other woman's arm, trying to pull her to her feet. "C'mon! Get up, get up, we've gotta get out of here!" You can't move her, her body completely limp, but now you're operating mostly on panicked adherence to the last thing like a plan you had.\n\nShe stirs, and for a moment you think she's responding and starting to get up... only to yelp as she grabs the wrist of your hand holding your pistol, hauling you in against her and wrapping her other arm around you. She's surprisingly strong, especially since she's otherwise still laying there limp, and your increasingly frantic struggles can't seem to free you from her grip. You freeze in shock as she leans her head up, her voice surprisingly soft and clear-seeming as she murmurs, "I'm sorry... part of it's still in me... and I have to help it perpetuate the species."\n\n"No! Lymiel, let me go, we've gotta-!" You cut off as you hear and feel the back of your coat being torn away, and hands falling to grip on your ass, squeezing firmly. You look over your shoulder, mute with horror at the sight of the humanoid Fiend behind you. Because that's all it is... humanoid. Its head is completely smooth and blank, lacking any features at all, but it has one, as well as a neck, shoulders, two arms, and a torso that you can see, all human-ish shaped and roughly symmetrical, but devoid of any definition or shape, like it had been shaped from clay. You struggle to yank your hand with your pistol free, panicking as you feel it grab a fistful of the seat of your bodysuit and yank, baring your ass and pussy to the cold bunker air. "No! No stop! Don't! I-!"\n\nYour protests are cut off as the thing slams its huge cock into you, making you yowl out in shock... both at the sudden penetration, the size of it, and the absolutely unexpected and instantaneous pleasure. It begins pounding fast and hard, like a wild beast, though its hands feel dissonantly human as it grabs your hips and hauls you back against its thrusts. Your eyes roll up in your head, jaw clenching as you're nearly instantly overwhelmed by the pleasure of it, your pussy soon giving small splashes around its gray-black girth as it pumps into you.\n\n"Yes, it feels quite good, doesn't it?" Lymiel whispers, her voice soft and somewhere between amazed, tired, and sensual, the easiness of the tone stroking through your overwhelmed brain in complete dissonance to the otherwise completely bestial pleasure slamming through your body. "We'd documented various Fiend secretions with aphrodisiac qualities, but it appears this particular branch of Fiend evolution is pleasurable to the very touch. Their cells set off some sort of chain reaction on contact that induces a strong breeding urge... as well as a maternal instinct for resulting offspring. Yes... yes, that's what it is... I'm so sorry, but... I have to help my child rape you. But you seem to be enjoying it nonetheless."\n\nNot that you have any choice. You're cumming with every single thrust of the Fiend's hips, its cock seeming to work deeper into you with every thrust, its smooth gray-black hips slapping against your ass loudly in the otherwise silent hallway, the only other noise being your gurgled, choked moans of whorish orgasm. And then suddenly it's thrusting in hard, and you can feel something rushing liquid and hot inside you, like a volcanic explosion of molten orgasm that batters your brain and has you seeing white, your body thrashing and writhing, hips humping mindlessly back towards the twitching, spurting abomination's prick to keep it inside you. \n\nYou fade partly out of consciousness, only vaguely aware of going completely limp, and then feeling the humanoid Fiend pull out of you and then Lymiel wiggle out from under you, rolling you onto your back in the process. Then you're grabbed by one wrist, your body lifted slightly as you're dragged along the floor, leaving a trail of girlcum and black ooze from your gaping, quivering pussy.\n\n<hr>\n[[Have to... do something...|GGOri]]\n\n[[Pass out.|GGOri]]

Hm. Yes, you can see the value in sticking around for a little while. If nothing else it's comfortable here, and you can sense a lot of potential in the facilities. But you're going to have to have a talk with the two of them, obviously, and establish a few things.\n\n'No time like the present, the longer I leave it the more they'll just get set in their ways,' you decide philosophically, closing your eyes and briefly feeling out the flow of brightness through the walls. Then you're suddenly standing in Alexa's lab, she and Dr. Life quietly talking with each other... until they give a jump at noticing your appearance, wheeling around to face you.\n\n"How did you get in here?! This room is supposed to be shielded!" Alexa blurts, a sort of skittery, loose feeling across your tongue like oiled-up rice. \n\n"It is, but you can't isolate it from the power systems completely or it wouldn't be able to use the massive power grid this place requires," you reply evenly, watching her twitch a little. "But let's just cut to the chase, shall we? I'm sure you two were in the middle of discussing how you were going to handle me. Well the conclusion you need to reach here and now is that you can't."\n\n"Now, Sam," Marie says gently, her tone motherly, raising her hands a bit. "That isn't what this is about, it's-"\n\n"Please stop. I can literally taste it when you're being insincere, and I don't like it." That makes them both blink, and you fix each one with your eyes for a moment before you continue. "Let's lay everything out. I have a level of control over energy that probably can't be accurately measured with any level of science currently on Earth. And since matter is energy, I can shift that to my liking too. Thoughts are also energy, electrical impulses in the brain, which means that mine function at maximum efficiency, leaving me with psionic potential that is, again, likely not able to be measured anywhere on our planet. I am not a 'super-' anything, I am effectively a deity. And as such, if you could stop talking to me like adults speaking to a child, I think that would allow us to move this relationship forward, don't you?"\n\nAlexa and Marie exchange a glance, before Alexa looks back at you and nods slowly. "... That is more than fair, of course. If you're willing to treat us all as equals, especially considering... everything just mentioned... then I think that's for the best."\n\n"Obviously." You nod once. "I have virtually unlimited power, but my experience is limited and I don't have the connections or history you have to work from. So rather than trying to control one another or falling into conflict, let's all just work together for a common goal." You step forward and hold out a hand, which Alexa hesitates only briefly before gripping and giving a shake.\n\n"Very well, Sam. Equals, in everything," she says as you shake hands with Dr. Life as well.\n\n"'Sam' is a very ordinary name, for a very ordinary girl," you assert evenly, ears flicking. "I think at this juncture, it's appropriate to pick a sort of striking moniker... something melodramatic, even a bit pompous, but definitely fitting." You tilt your head down a bit, eyes glowing briefly as you run through a variety of names, before looking up again. "I like 'Ascendant'. It's both accurate and a little pretentious, as these things should be."\n\nMarie actually grins. "I rather like it, actually. You are after all a somewhat ascended version of humanity."\n\nYou can taste a flicker of muddy disdain and chili powder spicy-bitter anger from Alexa for a moment, but she pushes it down. Yes, her thing about being made to feel like humanity is inferior... well, as long as she manages it. After all, she must have realized that at some point if she wanted a god's eye blackened rather than just spat in, she'd need another god to do it. "Alright then, so let's begin preparations for the next move," you announce, nodding once before turning and making your way to the door, intending to take the more standard route back to your room so as not to further ruffle Alexa's feathers. Part of being equals is being considerate, after all.\n\n"We do have several of those in mind," Alexa notes, folding her arms. "I'm sure you have some thoughts of your own, is there any preference?"\n\n<hr>\n[["Gather like minds."|FemPalV]]\n\n[["Develop more technology."|FemPalV11x2]]\n\n[["Blacken God's eye."|FemPalV]]

Assassins are what they call Thieves over on the red side, but they're totally not the villains, y'know. Anyway, when you select the class, the simple robe the Midnight Elf is wearing shrinks, turning into a red-trimmed black sleeveless yukata-style garment, fishnets sheathing her legs up to high on the thigh and from knuckle to almost the shoulder on her arms, a mask creeping up her neck and covering her lower face. Not a bad look, you've gotta say.\n\nNext up is... traits? Gotta be the new update thing. Not a lot of meat on the bones as far as telling you what they do, but you figure you can parse their meaning well enough. \n\n<center>Choose your character's trait.</center>\n\n[[Unnoticeable|GGMEA]] - Your Assassin can enter a state of being completely undetectable to others, no matter what they do; they cannot attack in this state, but can still affect the environment. Have a care about spending too long in this state, lest it become permanent! (So a completely undetectable stealth where you can buff and even activate triggers and such, but probably a debuff to attacking if you spend too long in it.)\n\n[[Artifact Hoarder|GGMEA]] - Your Assassin focuses on stealing the powerful artifacts of their targets, using their magical abilities for themselves. Not all artifacts are within your Assassin's ability to control, however, even if they can be activated! (So you can pick up activatables off enemies and use them, but they'll occasionally give you a debuff.)

You purse your lips, looking him up and down briefly. You even shift in place atop him slightly, and are unable to help smirking a bit again as you feel him reacting through his robes, his cock stiffening below you. Hm, not bad. But it helps you to realize something as well.\n\n"Nnnno... no, I don't think so," you say slowly, watching him try to hide his flinch. "This is your little pleasure escape, isn't it? Full of luxuries, indulgences, vices. There's no way that someone like you, having expended so much time, resources, and riches on an escape would then ruin your ability to enjoy it by making themselves go through all that for every little thing." You watch his eyes shift to the side a bit, and hm. "I'm close, but... ah. Ah." Your lips curl up in a smug grin. "The traps are all real, but you'd make yourself a key, wouldn't you? One that would let you breeze in and out and do whatever you like without even thinking about it. All tied into something you wouldn't even think about needing to put on or wear, like..." Your eyes roam across him briefly, before your gaze fastens on the small round gem piercing one of his ears. "Like that."\n\n"No!" he blurts, face briefly showing naked fear as you reach over to undo the clasp and pluck the gem from him.\n\n"With this, I can do as I like, can't I?" You smile down at his sulky expression. You've hit it on the head. Now that you've got the key to the castle...\n\n<hr>\n[[He's useless.|GGRogue14x1]]\n\n[[He could still be very useful.|GGRogue13x4]]

There's a really beautiful deep purple robe with lustrous red trim, obviously a woman's from the style and cut... it looks like it would probably barely come down to the bottom of your hips, and like it's meant to be so provocatively short. Even back home, a silk robe like this would probably cost hundreds of dollars... add in all the benefits from this place, and it could net you more than a suit of enchanted armor!\n\nYou reach up to snag the robe down, unable to help brushing your fingertips down the surface, feeling how absolutely perfectly soft and sleek it is. You have to try it on. The impulse is so strong and so immediate that you don't even think to question where it came from, you just know that you have to try on this robe.\n\nYou hurriedly strip out of your armor and gear, dropping it to the floor without a second thought until you're standing naked in the cool cavern, your nipples already stiff in anticipation of the feeling of silk sliding over them. You slide your arms into the long sleeves, not noticing as the skin on them begins to darken. You shiver delightedly as the silk does indeed slip over your breasts with a heavenly sensation, the feeling so smooth and luscious that it actually feels like the silk is brushing across more firm, perky flesh than is actually there. You tug the robe a bit further closed in front, glancing down and turning a bit on the balls of your feet, admiring the way the cut of the robe makes your hips look rounder and your legs somehow look even longer and curvier, even if something in the back of your head (quickly dismissed) notices that you don't remember them being such a dark blue-black color. You tug the red sash of the belt around your waist, feeling it draw snug around it a little more closely than you would have expected, but you don't even care at this point. Feeling rich, confident, and like the most perfectly sexual woman in the universe, you brush your hands back through your hair as snowy white runs from the roots of it down the length of it to your lower back, stopping at the tips and leaving them blue, a few falls of it draping over the fronts of your black-blue ears as they lengthen, the points on them becoming more distinct.\n\n"Mmm, I pity the surface-dwellers that can't dress like this every day," you coo softly, running your long, dark fingers down your hips, lightly plucking at the hem of your robe with your somewhat long but perfectly manicured nails. Then your eyes narrow at a sound from the hallway. Quickly bending to snatch up your knife (and briefly flashing your bare pussy and ass to the rest of the cave), you quickly slink over to the shadows near the doorway, pressing yourself to the wall and waiting. As you suspected, it would seem the supposed master of the house has returned... your dark lips curve upwards in a smirk. Not just a male, but a <i>male</i>... a Drow one, that is. Long hair, red and black robes in what you suppose is a fashionable masculine cut, though it doesn't show him off like an object nearly enough for your preferences. Still, he seems fair enough of face and build, you wouldn't mind having one or two like him once you've established yourself.\n\nHe pauses to look around the cavern, and you wait for the momentary freezeup as he spots your armor (ugh, you really must get something more stylish soon) scattered on the floor and the open wardrobe. In the second where he's shocked but before he can properly be on guard, you rush out, slinging an arm around his neck and throwing him to the floor hard enough to rattle him. You drop down, seating yourself in the most convenient place possible (his lap) to bring your blade up to his throat. Smirking down at him, you let your glowing red eyes meet his, giving your shoulders a slight, confident roll that makes your full tits jiggle beneath the silk, the front of the robe having fallen open with your motion to bare a fair amount of them. "Hello there, pet," you greet him in an appropriately smug tone.\n\nHe scowls defiantly up at you. "Great. Whatever you were before, you're a Drow woman now. The one thing I didn't particularly want to see in person again."\n\n"Poor baby," you coo mockingly, pursing your lips. "Did someone decide he wanted to have 'rights' and 'be treated like a person'? Pathetic."\n\n"I was content with being left <i>alone</i>," he snarls back. "And you'd be wise to drop that knife, if you know what's good for you."\n\n"Mm? And why's that?" you inquire, tilting the knife and pressing it just firmly enough in one spot that a single drop of blood wells up against the steel.\n\nHe hisses, then bares his teeth at you. "You may have gotten lucky enough to get through the front entrance, but that's as much of a trap as anything... every single room and piece of equipment here is powerfully enchanted! Even I can't get out without going through thirty-seven intricate steps! You'll never manage to leave this place without my cooperation! A fate worse than death lurks around every corner, and your only chance is to drop that knife and surrender!"\n\n<hr>\n[[He's telling the truth.|GGRogue]]\n\n[[He's lying.|GGRogue]]\n\n[[He's bluffing.|GGRogue13x3]]

The chances of the wardrobe being heavily trapped seem minute, and it would pretty much be the easiest to disengage from if you did hear someone coming. Still, you do a quick check of the lock, and do find that it has a fairly simple magical trap on it, only a minute or so's work for someone of your skill level.\n\nYou step back a bit as you swing the doors open. As you predicted, you almost immediately spot several bikinis, speedos, and other modern-looking swimming garments, but also some other loungewear like robes and pants. All of it looks like it's made of extremely high-quality silk... hm, maybe this is that Drow stuff? If so, everything in here from the pajama pants to the bikini probably has an Armor Class. Both the rarity and the protection means you could probably sell this stuff for a pretty penny (or more like a pretty pouchful of gold pieces). \n\nYou look over some of the garments. Let's see, let's see, what to take first...?\n\n<hr>\n[[A bikini.|GGRogue]]\n\n[[A speedo.|GGRogue]]\n\n[[A one-piece.|GGRogue]]\n\n[[A robe.|GGRogue13x2]]\n\n[[Pajama pants.|GGRogue]]\n\n[[Wait, what was that...?|GGRogue]]

You really can't take any chances with the level of debt Honey's racked up... you need to handle as much of it as fast as possible, and definitely not get into the habit of putting anything off!\n\nYou shower and fix yourself up nicely. Not super ritzy, obviously, but you want to give a good first impression. So you do your makeup nicely and get dressed in a nice skirt that's just a bit shorter than usual (you're actually showing off <i>some</i> thigh!), a nice white blouse, stockings, and some heels. ... Also don't want to look too ritzy, or Mister Tyler might think you're actually doing just fine and really only trying to avoid paying him. You also take some time to go over everything again, gather up some of the relevant documents and put them in a carry bag, and then head out. Hopefully you'll be home before Honey is, and with good news at that!\n\nYou're not exactly surprised when the GPS directions to the address you were given lead you into a ritzy neighborhood. Tyler Debt Solutions is obviously a rather decently-sized and very profitable company... you're trying not to be <i>too</i> resentful about how they make that profit, since you don't think it would be very conducive to this meeting going well. But the house not only has a gate (that you're buzzed through as you pull up without needing to use the intercom), but a long winding drive to get to the house. It's not insanely huge, but you're still pretty sure it counts as a mansion. (What does it take to count as a mansion? ... You realize you don't really know. But looking at it you kind of think 'mansion', just not, like, 'international celebrity' level mansion or whatever.)\n\nYou park in front and get out, feeling even more nervous and a little intimidated. Still, for the sake of your marriage, you rally yourself and make your way to the door, ringing the bell. Almost immediately it's opened, and a tall man in a short-sleeved button-up and khakis answers. He's very dark-skinned, his head shaven and a very well-trimmed goatee ringing his mouth. Even in the business casual clothes he's obviously very toned, albeit not to a bulky level. "Theresa, come in," he says genially, stepping back and gesturing you inside. "I'm Davis Tyler, it's a pleasure to finally meet you after hearing about you from your husband."\n\n"Thank you," you answer, blushing as you step in, your heels clicking on the marble beneath your feet. It's very grand inside, but a 'livable' sort of grand, like it was designed for people to actually exist here rather than just showing it off to visitors. "And thank you for taking your personal time to see me, I really appreciate it."\n\n"Not at all. Now, of course I want to invite you to sit down and get comfortable and all, but to avoid stringing you along, I do want to go ahead and make something clear," he notes as the two of you walk a bit further in and onto the carpeted area of a living room. "And that's that frankly, there's really not much that could be done. Your husband's already taken a number of extensions, and frankly his record with just getting himself further into debt despite our attempts to help has really exhausted his potential as a customer, if you understand my meaning."\n\nYou grimace at that. "Surely there must be something else we can do?"\n\n"I'm afraid that on paper, everything's exhausted." Davis waits for a moment before adding, "Really, the only thing left is an... informal arrangement."\n\n"... Informal?" you echo, uncomprehending.\n\n"Something that I could do personally as the owner, with the understanding that it and any remuneration would be... off the books," he says, smiling easily.\n\nYou just stare at him for a moment when he clearly has no intention of going on... then your eyes widen. He means that... if you...?!\n\n<hr>\n[[No! Never! Storm out!|Ther]]\n\n[[Pretend you didn't hear that and sit down.|Ther]]\n\n[[... it's for the sake of your marriage...|Ther2x3]]

Ooo, that's a fun one. You open that door and walk through. You notice that in addition to more doors, there's a note written on the wall: 'All options above "Slight" will involve nonhuman partners.' Well, guess that makes sense, so you're mixing a bit of monsterfucker kink in with this one? ... Yeah you don't have a problem with that.\n\n[[Slight|GGFS]] - A difference of a foot or so.\n\n[[Obvious|GGFS]] - A difference of several feet.\n\n[[Greater|GGFS]] - A difference of numerous feet.\n\n[[Hyper|GGFS]] - More than double.\n\n[[Macro|GGFS]] - Building-size.\n\n[[Growing|GGFS]] - Starting at same size and then exceeding basic macro size.\n\n[[Growing (Extreme)|GGFS]] - Starting at same size and then exceeding macro size by a great deal.

"Mm, but having looked around, I must admit... you've done exceptionally well for a male," you muse, flitting your eyes about the cavern before looking back down at him. "You did all this yourself?"\n\n"Yes," he growls back, though his gaze looks a little confused at even the backhanded praise.\n\n"And you're not that bad down here, either," you coo, rubbing your bare, black-lipped pussy against his stiff prick through his robes, watching in delight as he shudders a little in pleasure. "A rarely talented male, and maybe one worth... cultivating. And don't tell me that you're utterly, entirely happy being left... alone," you add, giving a little grind of your hips to emphasize the word.\n\nHe muffles a groan low in his throat, shuddering a little again. "I won't be your slave," he snaps back, though you sense just a bit of uncertainty there.\n\n"Hm. But I do so like your little lair... and I admit, I think I'm starting to like you." Your eyes glow a bit more brightly with your amusement. "So... why don't we make a deal?"\n\n"What sort of-" He starts to demand, obviously almost in reflex, before cutting himself off with a hard intake of breath as you set the gem aside, instead using your free hand to brush down the front of your robe, parting the folds of it further. A few light tugs at the tie you made, and it falls open completely, baring your full black breasts, trim waist, flat stomach, and smooth, dark pussy to his view. "... deal," he manages to finish.\n\n"The deal is," you reply, slipping the knife away and setting it down, bracing your hand on the floor as you lean forward. The other slips between your legs, nimbly finding the folds of his robes and the pants beneath, freeing his stiff prick from its confinement. You watch his face with amusement as you slide back down, sheathing his length inside you... it does take a fair bit of self control not to visibly react yourself, since he really is wonderfully sized, an almost perfect fit inside your wet cunt. Still, you have to gather yourself and repeat, as you begin slowly riding him. "The deal is, if our first child is a girl, you will submit yourself to our female rule. You will dutifully serve us as you were born to," you coo, bracing your other hand as well... then sliding your dominant one to his throat, applying just enough pressure that he can really feel it.\n\nHe shudders beneath you, and you can feel his cock swell and throb some inside you in response to having his throat squeezed. Still, he rallies enough to look up at you defiant, managing a strong, if strained voice despite the eagerness of his cock as you work your dripping Drow cunt over it. "And if it's a son?" he demands, as if having already agreed to impregnating you... well, you suppose the eager, twitching length inside you already did that.\n\n"Then I suppose, in a perversion of all that's natural, I'll be your little submissive Drow woman-slut," you coo back, adding a mocking edge to the words, as if it were the most ridiculous thing you'd ever heard. And yet saying the words sends a little shiver down your spine, ending in your pussy fluttering around his stiff prick. "I'll obey the males absolutely, bending over or going to my knees whenever they like, cleaning and cooking and dressing as you demand." You begin pounding your hips down on him harder, building towards trying to drive him into the floor... to assert your dominance, you assure yourself, not because the words excite you.\n\nHe breathes hard through gritted teeth, body trembling under yours, red eyes raking down your body, at those swaying blue-black tits capped by their ink-black nipples. You can feel his throat work under your gripping hand as he swallows hard. Then he begins bucking up into you, throat thrumming under you as he growls, making you gasp in delight and squeeze just a bit harder as his balls slap against you and his thrusts lift you up a bit at the bottom of your own downward thrusts.\n\nAnd when his own hands wrap around your throat and squeeze in return, you maybe... just maybe... begin to cum.\n\n<hr>\n[[Game over.|GGRogue13xEnd]]

You'll give the gacha a try again. After all it was pretty good to you before, even if the other, lesser gachas are unlikely to be quite as great. The keywords seem a good deal vaguer, at the very least.\n\nLet's see, for the Gold gacha, the tag you know would get you a monster simply says [[Sex Demon|GGDungeon]]. Seems fairly <i>broad</i>. Of course, not so broad as the Silver gacha, which just says [[Beast|GGDungeon]]. Geez, if this game uses D&D-derived standards, like half the monster manual is probably tagged 'beast'... ... on the other hand you guess that gives it a pretty wide array of good stuff to choose from too. The Bronze gacha tag that you're fairly certain would give you a monster reads [[Telepathic|GGDungeon]]... well, you guess it could wind up giving you some magic item or spell related to telepathy too. Makes it even more of a gamble... on the other hand it seems like whatever came out would still be pretty useful. On the other foot, it's the Bronze gacha, so it can't be <i>too</i> great, can it?

You head off to the library, trotting along the sidewalk with your earbuds in, humming a bit to yourself as you go. Sure, walking's not as nice as driving (or rather being driven, at least for a handful more months) would be, but it does help keep you skinny when you spend most of your time plunked in front of the computer.\n\nWhen you approach the library, you see a large banner hung over the entrance saying "Read a book! <i>Live</i> the story!" You quirk a dark eyebrow and wonder if they're running some sort of event or something, but when you push open the door everything looks normal inside, no posters or pamphlets out to indicate anything. Just someone's half-assed idea of promoting reading during the summer, then. \n\nThe college student working the desk, seeming aggravated at the presence of someone coming into <i>her</i> library in anything less than a three-piece suit, scowls at you and points at the sign saying 'All Bags Must Be Left By Entryway' as if it had been carved there by God-sent lightning, before you even get past the tag scanners. You hold up your hands in exaggerated surrender, slipping the bag off your shoulder and holding it up, then starting to carefully lower it towards the ground as if being ordered to put down a gun by the police. Once fabric touches tile the girl dismisses you from her orderly worldview and lowers her head, and the bag goes back up onto your shoulder as you calmly flip her a metallic blue-fingernailed bird on your way past.\n\nWhoever does the book ordering and everything is obviously really cool, so why do they always hire the biggest stick-up-the-ass students from the local univerisities to work the desk...? Tch.\n\n<hr>\n[[Game books.|GGDDStart]]\n\n[[Novels.|GGLibrary1x1]]

Riding through that thing seems a good way to be blasted into passing fancies. Concentrating on the area below your steed's hooves, you slide off to stand on nothing, then guide your hellsteed into laying down and settling flat. Tucking yourself in against its hot, sleek side, you concentrate on your own body and its... you crafted both of these things, you assure yourself, you know them intimately, from the faint lines on your horns to the veins in the hellhorse's cock, you can make them withstand this.\n\nThe concept storm crashes over you like a tsunami, and just as thick and choking, the density of the clouds pressing in all around you as if it really were water. You press your hands flat to your steed's ribs to help anchor the both of you as the sheer unadulterated violence of the thunderstorm consumes both of you and sends you rushing through its gullet. Lightning lances and slices through the darkness, sometimes many miles away, sometimes within inches of you, leaving fading pseudo-real burns briefly shadowed on your bare skin. In these moments you are as terrified as the human Cyan once was when a tornado passed right over her house... the demon Cyan now latches onto that memory, pumping the fear through her veins like concept-adrenaline, slamming the thoughtwave of the closet Cyan was huddled safe in into the area around her, forcing it to become an invisible version of that haven that once sheltered a trembling five-year-old in the hopes that now it can withstand the accumulated ideas of the destructive force of nature.\n\n'I have to live, I have to, I have to,' you chant to yourself. And maybe it's what Hrungar said about strength in impurity that comes to mind now, because more than the human memories, you haul up a very human concept: selflessness. 'Not for me, for Viorika.'\n\nThe storm seems to last for years... and it very well could be just that long. But finally the screaming tumult of it washes over you and passes into that soft, calm mist of the umbral's natural state. You blink a few times, looking at the storm receding now, still as vast and angry as ever. But you seem to be out of it. Taking a deep breath, you relax a little and clamber up onto your horse. Both of you are tired now... you're more afraid than ever that you might wind up dissipating out here. 'Not until I save Viorika,' you remind yourself, actually feeling your body firm up a little around the edges.\n\nMaybe Hrungar was on to something.\n\nFinally you see the high, shimmering golden auroras that mark the beginnings of the Higher Planes. In fact, a long, winding ivory highway begins to take shape, like a pale white ribbon stretching through the darkness. Most likely that leads to some sort of gate, an official entry into the Higher Planes... "Heaven", at least as much as the place you came from is "Hell". You somehow don't think the guards are likely to listen to your pleas, but you could always try since you are technically here for non-hostile reasons. Still, you might be better off finding some more... unofficial way in where the auroras are weak, and trying to find an opportunistic angel who'd be willing to trade for the feather (assuming such a thing exists).\n\n<hr>\n[[Go to the gate.|GGHell3x8]]\n\n[[Sneak in.|GGHell3ax1]]

Well... if you really want to find an angel, or even multiple angels to increase your odds of somehow getting one to give you a feather willingly, you guess heading to where they hang out is the most sensible thing to do. This is probably a really dumb idea, but you don't have any better ones at the moment. Taking a deep breath, you open another fiery portal and guide your horse into it, urging him into a hard gallop as you begin racing up the flaming tunnel through space.\n\nYou obviously can't just go galloping straight into Heaven proper... if that were possible the Lower Planes probably would have taken over the Higher Planes and then pincered the Earth realm long ago. Though the borders of the Higher Planes can be crossed, that's only if you approach them from a distance. And so your fiery tunnel eventually peters out, leaving you apparently running through a hazy, starlit space twinkling with far-off realities like distant stars... the umbral, the in-between space where semi-real concepts congregate. It's a lonely and chilling path to take, one that lesser-energied demons could never hope to survive as their 'heat' radiated out of them and dissipated into the great cosmic field of conceptual birth. But you've got enough energy and a strong enough self-image from Cyan's memories forming the core of your demon identity to survive it unscathed... you hope.\n\nBecause you really have no way of knowing whether you'll have survived it until you get through it. You're fairly certain that if your concept gives out and is dispersed into the umbral, you'll never even notice. You'll just become a part of existence's greater unconscious, your sentience bleeding away into vague thoughts, ideas, and concepts. The thought makes you shudder a little, and urge your steed to run a bit faster. Speed is unlikely to help you here... but it at least feels better than doing nothing.\n\nTime has no meaning here, so you're not sure how long you've been traveling when the concept of haziness ahead of you thickens and darkens. You can see something that none of your inherited memories, demon or human, have a real frame of reference for... a storm. Or perhaps more accurately a Storm. Dark, roiling clouds that stretch in every direction for the thousands of miles you should theoretically be able to see, the surface of the clouds spilling over itself like the surface of water at a high boil. Lightning flashes and arcs, both inside the clouds and out from the surface of them, flicking like a million snake tongues in almost as many colors, enough to scorch the retinas and mind of any mortal consciousness that beheld them.\n\n"Not good," you murmur. You can't exactly go around it since it's... everywhere. And there's not really a concept like a 'safe place' in the umbral. You have only two options... try to hunker down and ride it out by solidifying your position and concept as much as possible...\n\n... or ride straight through it.\n\n<hr>\n[[Hunker down.|GGHell3x7]]\n\n[[Ride hell for leather.|GGHell]]

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

"We're just looking to do some adventuring, that's all," you reply breezily, waving a hand around in the air. "Fight some monsters, gain some energy and power, see what we can find. Hopefully make a name for ourselves with our strength and ability, that sort of thing."\n\nAlmost instantly from when you start speaking, Hrungar's eyes narrow. You glance aside at Viorika, who's flinched down a little, and looks at you sheepishly. "I... might have already mentioned I was looking for the armory," she murmurs.\n\n"... Oh."\n\nAlmost before you've caught the motion out of the corner of your eye, Hrungar is on you both, wrapping his huge blue hands around your necks and lifting you effortlessly into the air. You grab at his hands and kick fruitlessly, trying to summon magic to strike at him with or urge your steed into motion. Unfortunately you quickly find what you should have realized from the start... Hrungar is much, much more powerful that you, and having his hands wrapped around you and holding you in his power means he's already thwarted any efforts to rally your power against him.\n\n"I've no time for fools that do not heed good advice," Hrungar booms as he turns and carries you into the cave. Most of the light is provided by a massive forge and several large braziers full of hot coals with fires burning beneath them. You catch sight of a human girl also wearing nothing but a leather apron and a metal collar, her dark hair pulled back from her shocked face, before she goes scurrying away into the corner. "You've cost me time and you've annoyed me, and for that alone I'll feed you to my furnace and smelt pig iron for horseshoes over your corpses."\n\nYou grit your teeth, eyes flicking over towards the terrified-looking Viorika. You look back at Hrungar, trying to force your throat to work, but he's holding you too tightly... a human would probably already be unconscious, but since you technically don't need air it's just uncomfortable and annoying. \n\n"Oh? Something to say before you become a bit of kindling? Very well, I wouldn't deny someone's last words," the oni declares, loosening his grip on you just enough to let your vocal cords work. "Whether it be some final invective or plea, I'll hear it all the same."\n\n<hr>\n[[Insult his body.|GGHell]]\n\n[[Insult his bravery.|GGHell]]\n\n[[Insult his work.|GGHell]]\n\n[[Ask forgiveness.|GGHell]]\n\n[[Take responsibility.|GGHell3x5]]

If it's going to provide companionship (ahem) and also keep Ken and yourself safe, that seems like a good bonus, right? You tap the third option, and a screen pops up reading 'Configuring' with a progress bar.\n\nEventually the screen says 'Complete' and with a hiss the top and sides of the pod lift up, leaving vapor wafting away from what looks like a large Rottweiler. It's... definitely a big, intimidating dog, you can't help but think as it turns its head back and forth, taking in the room with an overly canny gaze, before it turns and trots over to you. You can't help but sneak a peek, considering, and... yes, there definitely seems to be a pair of heavy, swaying balls and a thick sheath there.\n\n"This area appears to be secure, Ma'am," he says, his deep voice having a vague but somehow slightly powerful accent. "Security droid designation 'Guard' is now fully active."\n\n"Uh... good, yes, hello," you answer, still trying to catch up a little to dealing with what looks like an entirely real dog talking.\n\n"Now, Ma'am, I know who you are and Young Sir as well, from my creator's databanks. I believe I have everything I need to be an effective security officer, however, I will now run down the list of rules you will have to follow."\n\nThat makes you frown a little. "Wait, rules? You're going to give me rules?"\n\n"Correct, Ma'am," Guard answers. "You see, to properly keep you safe, there are rules you have to follow... your failure to do so could put yourself or the Young Sir at unacceptable risk, especially in a crisis situation. Imagine if he were being kidnapped and I gave you an order necessary to save him, but you didn't follow it because you panicked?"\n\n... Ouch. Hit you right in the Mom Soul with that one. Your head droops a little, and rather meekly you say, "Yes, okay, what are the rules?"\n\n"Rule one, never lie to me. If I ask you a question, you must answer it truthfully and to the best of your ability, no matter what. Rule two, if I do feel the need to give you an order, you must obey it without hesitation." Guard pauses briefly, then nods his head once. "Those are the only two rules. Follow them and I will certainly keep you safe."\n\n"Well. I suppose that seems simple enough," you allow, since that does seem to make sense for dealing with danger.\n\n"Certainly. Now, to judge by your physiological state, your reactions, and your attempt to look at my cock, I would judge that the primary reason you activated me was that you're in need of sexual release and want me to fuck you," Guard continues as your jaw goes slack with shock and embarrassment. "Is that correct?"\n\n<hr>\n[["What no!"|MareiBots]]\n\n[["... yes."|MareiBots2x3]]

"... yes, I was thinking I'd have you fuck me," you admit in a tiny voice, hanging your head.\n\n"Excellent," Guard says in a praising tone, and it takes you a second to realize he's complimenting you for telling the truth rather than just saying it's excellent that you want to have sex. "Now, my scans and available data show that you require satisfaction fairly urgently. To prevent the possibility of distracted driving due to arousal, I will fuck you here before we go home. Remove your clothes."\n\nYou open and close your mouth several times, absolutely stunned that this talking dog-droid is just <i>ordering</i> you to strip so the two of you can have sex. And then you nod once and begin to strip.\n\n'What in the world am I doing?' you think as you pull off your sweater and drop your jeans, stepping out of them and your shoes and leaving you clad only in your simple white panties and bra, your stiff nipples trying to push right through the latter and your pussy damp enough to make the former stick to you. Well, it's obvious what you're doing, you're obeying your new bodyguard's orders. You bite your lower lip lightly as you undo your bra, Guard watching steadily and patiently as you drop it down your arms and to the floor, your massive tits wobbling as you push your panties down as well. But you can see that a very realistic, very large canine cock has slipped free of that thick sheath and is sliding through the air beneath his belly, the base bulged with an already formidable knot. You let out a loud squeak but don't pull back as Guard steps forward and calmly stuffs his nose right into your crotch, taking several deep doggy sniffs.\n\n"Hm, yes, this confirms my earlier scans, I could not possibly let you leave this room without giving you at least two orgasms," he declares solemnly. "The Master's old bed is there in the corner. Flip the cover over for cleanliness and then get on all fours."\n\nThere's definitely a certain strange detached feeling that goes with walking naked to the futon where your late husband used to sleep when working long days on developing the android dog that's about to fuck you and preparing that futon for the android dog to fuck you on. And yet you obediently do just that, picking up the white-trimmed blue cover and giving it a flap before turning it over to show the white underside, and then sinking to your knees and leaning forward onto your hands, your tits swaying and nipples almost brushing the fabric as you crawl forward, ass shaking in the air.\n\n"Face your ass towards me, Mistress," Guard commands evenly from the short end of the futon, prompting you to shuffle around and present your round butt and puffy pussy to him.\n\nYou gasp loudly as you feel a broad and very authentic-seeming doggy tongue drag up said dripping cunt and then start lapping with all the enthusiasm of a thirsty canine attacking a bowl of water. Your hips begin to buck and twitch as you let out low moans, only for a rather more doglike noise low in Guard's throat to prompt you to hold still for him. You force yourself to stop moving, just jutting your pussy towards him, your eyes rolling some as that wide, wet tongue laps over your puffy outer lips and presses inside you, striking your clit firmly at the beginning of most of the licks, and on the others flitting up to tease your pucker instead. "Oh, oh, oh," you whimper, trying to control your voice.\n\nGuard doesn't stop his assault of lapping until you've given a little cry and bucked your hips involuntarily back against his muzzle, letting out a fairly heavy spray of girlcum against that doggy tongue. He gives a few more laps, then a low rumble. "Excellent, first orgasm achieved. I will now fuck you to give you proper 'post nut clarity', Mistress," he declares even as he hefts himself up onto your back, his warm, furry form settling heavily onto you and his strong forearms wrapping around your middle just below your tits.\n\n"Oh my god," you whimper loudly as he calmly and coolly shifts his back paws, getting himself into position. Despite that even, controlled voice and movements, every one of your other senses is telling you that you have a dog on top of you, the hot, soft feel of his fur on your back and ass, the press of his claws against your belly, even the smell of him is deep and animal. Certainly the pointed tip and slick surface of his cock is as it gives several experimental thrusts against you, sliding along your thighs or crotch, before he finds your entrance. And then that big canine cock is crammed in your cunt, and you're letting out a fairly animal noise of your own as he begins giving quick, hard thrusts, his motions powerful and dominant even as they have that edge of animalistic lust and breeding desire.\n\n"Really, Mistress, your failure to see to your sexual needs has rendered you into quite a state," Guard scolds in that deep, rumbling, almost-growl of a voice as he fucks you and makes your massive mammaries sway beneath you, that doggy dick slamming into you and driving his knot against your outer folds as you whimper and yowl steadily louder. "I think from now on I'll be needing to fuck you at <i>least</i> several times a day, possibly more, and in all three of your holes. Don't you agree?"\n\n"Yes, yes, fuck me, fuck me, yes, I need it, please, pleeeEEEASE!" you wail as he crams that knot inside you, your mind going white as it swells and locks in and he begins to flood your already sopping hole with warm, thick goo.\n\nYou must lose some time because the next thing you know, your body feels a little calmer and your pussy feels <i>much</i> more full, your belly actually swelled just a little bit. You make a rather bitch-like noise as Guard shifts and then pulls out of you, his slightly shrunken knot popping out and allowing a flood of that idealized pseudojizz to flood out of you.\n\n"Very good. Good girl," Guard proclaims evenly, walking around and giving you several congratulatory licks on the face. "Now, go get cleaned up in the bathroom stall, and we'll go home so I can fuck you again."\n\n<hr>\n[["A-... alright..."|MareiBots]]\n\n[["... Yes please. ❤"|MareiBots]]\n\n[["Yes... Master."|MareiBots]]

"Hm, alright." You slip off of your steed's back, making your way to squat down in front of her. Soon you're sporting a fairly weighty blue shaft and balls, the shadow of it falling across her face as she looks up longingly. "Take what you need, then."\n\nMoaning softly in gratitude, the demoness raises her head a bit feebly and wraps her lips around your cockhead. But the moment you start the flow of energy to her, like a steady stream of pre, much of her exhaustion seems to disappear. She begins bobbing her head frantically up and down your cock, gulping it and the energy down like, well, like a woman dying of thirst finally finding a river. The noises of your cock plunging down her throat are practically overlapping with each other with just how eagerly she's fucking her face onto your prick.\n\nThough it certainly feels great on a purely physical level, you're actually far more interested by the changes that start to come over her body. It starts in her lips and throat, the pale purple color shifting to a pale blue and spreading out from there. You also watch as her hair turns short, black, and wild, as her horns shift in shape and position, becoming more like your own. Even her body begins to change, going from the relatively voluptuous (if obviously somewhat diminished) figure she had to one more resembling yours, her breasts becoming similarly-shaped if rather smaller, the same for her hips and rear. Her tail even changes to be virtually identical to yours, albeit with a somewhat more heart-shaped tip. Looking a bit surprised, she opens her now (identical to your own) yellow eyes and looks up at you, the sight enough to make you grunt and grab her head, shoving her down on you as you start spilling your load down her throat.\n\nBy the time you've finished feeding her a load of your cum, she no longer looks in any danger of dissipating, and her transformation seems to be complete. While her face looks the same as it did before, it's taken on a more youthful aspect, and her somewhat diminished proportions put her closer to your original human host's, making her look a bit your junior. As you release her head, she slides it up and off with a soft 'pop' from her lips, the two of you getting to your feet. Though you think she was probably taller than you before, she's now at least several inches shorter. "Well that was an experience!" she announces in a chipper tone, putting her hands on her hips, tail flicking.\n\n"Mhm. I'm new-made and have a lot of energy to work with... it must have caused my pattern to imprint on yours, especially since yours was so weak at the time," you muse aloud, rubbing your chin as you look her up and down.\n\n"Seems like! I think you kinda, eheh, imprinted on me," she adds sheepishly, tapping her index fingers together and smiling a little shyly at you. "My name's Viorika. Um, even though I was the older demon, it seems like you're the more powerful and since you already imprinted your pattern on me and stuff, maybe I could be like..." She puts her fingertips together and sways back and forth a bit. "... your little sister?"\n\n<hr>\n[[Very yes! Little sister get!|GGHell3x2]]\n\n[[Hahahahano fuck off with that weeb shit.|GGHell]]

... It would be the easiest one to explain the appearance of, after all. You could just say you decided to get a dog, and you doubt anyone would suspect anything untoward about that. Far easier to explain than the random appearance of a new man or woman living in your home, and no need to try to, really. A-and like you said, it doesn't really count, right?! It's just a robot! It's just <i>shaped</i> like a dog! No different than a slightly... exotic... sex toy would be!\n\nYou tap the button, and look aside as one of the pods actually lifts up and then angles forward to be set down on its front, revealing that its see-through portions are on the side and showing the outline of a largeish dog within. When it doesn't open, you look back at the screen and see that a new screen has come up saying 'Please select activation mode'. Oh, it's got different ways it can boot up, then... different ways to behave, it looks like?\n\n'Perfect Pet mode - An idealized dog experience.' Short and simple... it must mean that it will behave like a normal dog without any of the bad parts, obeying commands as if perfectly trained, never chewing furniture or shoes, things like that. And, well, you suppose probably... other things.\n\n'Complete Companion mode - A more thorough companionable experience in canine form, capable of numerous more human-like interactions and assistances.' So presumably it will be smarter and capable of doing things like... what, taking out the trash? ... Wait, does that mean it could talk?\n\n'Authoritative Guardian mode - Like Complete Companion, but designed for being protective and always seeking what it sees as the best for its household. May be very forward and direct in doing so.' Sounds like this one is more for being a bodyguard or something than necessarily a companion, and pretty forceful at that. ... Still, having someone strong and capable around the house <i>has</i> been missed since your darling died. (Not that he was necessarily either of those things but still, it was nice feeling safer because there was a man.) That... has its own attraction, sure.\n\n<hr>\n[[Use Perfect Pet mode.|MareiBots]]\n\n[[Choose Complete Companion mode.|MareiBots]]\n\n[[Select Authoritative Guardian mode.|MareiBots2x2]]

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You are a sixteen-year-old girl named Cyan. (Why yes, your parents were art majors, why do you ask?) You have black hair that you've given some blue and purple tips to, dark blue eyes, and a somewhat lean face. Overall you're a tad wiry, though you are starting to round out a little around the hips and rear and other places as puberty continues its march through your body. You have teardrop-shaped B-cup breasts that you'd be okay with them staying that size (though you do sort of hope to get your nipples pierced on your eighteenth birthday). Online you generally go by "Cyanide" or whatever variant hasn't been taken yet on a particular site or game.\n\nYou're in the midst of summer, and have just hit that point where absolutely everything you own and everyone you know has sufficiently ceased to engage your mind. You're free all day but a lot of your online friends still work, and your real-life ones are just about as sick of the copious amount of time you've been spending together as you are. It looks like you'll need to start looking for other amusements.\n\n<b>[[Stay on the Computer|GGCompStart]]</b>: It is usually what you prefer to do, after all, it's where you have the most fun. You can try to find a new game, meet new people, maybe surf some of that stuff you're not supposed to but do anyway...\n\n<b>[[Go outside|GGOutsideStart]]</b>: Of course, there's always "the desolation of the real". Heh. Nah, it's not so bad, you're not quite pale enough to burst into flame from sunlight. (Though you might be if you decide to spend the rest of your summer on the computer.)\n\n<b>[[Meet up with a friend|GGFriendStart]]</b>: Well, everyone's just about sick of each other, but hey, may as well see if you can go all the way to being completely sick of each other, huh?

"Huh? The newest, ah, well..." He squirms a little, glancing around. You've seen that look before, sometimes on yourself... the look of someone that desperately wants to share some news or brag on something but it's something they're not supposed to be talking about.\n\n"Aw, c'mon, tell us," you urge, grinning. "I mean if you got a leaked DL of some new AAA release I don't think either of us is gonna tattle on you."\n\n"Honestly that'd probably make you go up in Cyan's estimation," Leslie adds dryly, glancing at you before looking back at Tayler. "So, g'wan, share!"\n\nPredictably, that's really about all the arm-twisting it takes, Tayler briefly looking like he's still trying to resist before he gushes out, "It's not that I've pirated a game, it's that I'm working on the hardware side of a game that's like sci-fi come to life! Real full dive type stuff, and it works!"\n\n"Uh, what," you say, blinking in surprise. "Like Sword Art Online?"\n\n"Yes! ... But without the part where it lobotomizes you if you lose," Tayler adds, looking sheepish. "So, uh, more like... every other VRMMO anime."\n\n"Wait, wait, you're talking about actual movie-style VR, not bulky headset and Wiimotes VR?" Leslie asks, raising an eyebrow.\n\n"Yeah! And it works, it's safe, I use it all the time!" Tayler adds, practically vibrating with excitement now. "The company's planning to announce it in a couple of years once they've got all the stuff more thoroughly tested and the launch game is further along, but it's actually stable already, I have a private server here I use all the time! ... You two wanna try it?"\n\n"Yes," you answer instantly and more firmly than anything you ever have in your life, staring at him with solemn conviction.\n\nLeslie gives you a flat look, then sighs and shrugs. "Yeah, okay, I guess we'll try it. ... We're very sure on the 'no brain fry' thing, right?"\n\n"Very," Tayler assures you, beckoning you to follow him upstairs. He shows you into a room that definitely does look like he's outfitted it for futuristic-style "netdiving" with several recliners set up, right down to installing LED strips on the walls to give it that cyberpunk feel. He hurries over to a closet and opens it up, taking down a pair of baggy white plastic suits. "Here, these are the suits you wear. I got the idea to make them fit right from Evangelion," he says as he passes one to you and one to Leslie. Then he clears his throat and blushes a little. "Ah, but you do have to wear them against your skin, so... I'll step outside and let you change. Ah, if you feel like they're too tight on their own, you can put your clothes back on over them," he adds, before hurrying out of the room.\n\n"Cyan, you've got me potentially undressing in a strange man's house," Leslie says blandly as she lifts the hangar with the suit up on it and gives it a little shake.\n\n"You've undressed in my house plenty of times and I'm strange," you answer blithely as you quickly start stripping down.\n\n"... Ugh, fine," Leslie says with a sigh, similarly shedding her clothes, not that it takes either of you long considering. She frowns as she steps into the baggy garment and pulls it up, finding the latch to close the collar as you step in and zip her up, already having gotten your own done using the attached pullcord. "What'd he mean 'like Evangelion' though?"\n\n"I'm guessing they vacuum seal to you," you declare cheerfully, finding the button on your wrist. "Ah yeah, here we go and ANH~!" you squeak as you press it, the suit instantly sucking itself up against your skin. Everywhere from the neck down you can feel it hugging against you and pressing against you abruptly, molding and separating your breasts and turning them into round, smooth white plastic curves without definition, cupping and hugging against your buttocks simultaneously, and pressing against your pussy firmly enough that the outlines of your labia are visible.\n\n"... Why did you make a lewd noise?" Leslie asks dubiously, looking you up and down.\n\n"'Cause it felt lewd!" you answer with a blush and a grin. You look down at yourself... then lean down to snag your shorts. "Yeah, better wear these."\n\n"The things I do to hang out with ANNNH~!" Leslie squeals as the suit similarly sucks up against her, outlining her firm, taut body in all its lean glory, shining and making a few squinchy noises as she squirms a bit.\n\n"Why did you make an even lewder noise than I did?" you ask, raising an eyebrow.\n\n"S-shut up!" Leslie snaps back, her face red as she scrambles for her shorts as well.\n\nSnickering, you walk to the door and poke your head out, spotting Tayler now wearing a suit as well, albeit with a black T-shirt and gym shorts on over it. Yeaaah you can guess that guys would definitely want to cover up, and he's probably not wanting to show off how skinny he looks in the suit. "Okay, we're done."\n\n"Great!" Tayler says enthusiastically as he comes in, clearly trying to avoid looking at you both too directly as he undoes the lock on a nearby crate and opens it, taking out a trio of what look like fairly normal VR headsets, just with thicker, more robust headstraps and top-straps that have blinky lights on them. "Lay down and put these on, and then I'll plug you in!"\n\n"So is the game pretty bare bones?" you ask as you settle down on the recliner and settle the helmet on your head, starting to adjust it.\n\n"It's not huge but it's pretty decent," you can hear Tayler reply as he scuffles about, since the darkened headset's now blocking your view. "The NPC interactions are really basic, and it only generates some pretty straightforward radiant quests, but because of that you can play it pretty much as you want just by returning to town and picking up a new quest. Don't worry, I've got superuser settings, obviously, so if we need something more fun to do I can spawn a particular quest or whatever. Anyway, you guys are all plugged in now, you ready?"\n\n"Ready, I guess," Leslie says, still displaying less than total enthusiasm for the entire process.\n\n"Hit me," you answer in your best Keanu Reeves impression, which makes Tayler give something like a delighted giggle.\n\n"Alright, you're gonna see some slow pulsing lights and hear some rising and falling tones," Tayler says as just that begins to happen, the interior screens slowly brightening and starting to fade through colors. "That's the system aligning itself to your brain. It'll take a few minutes the first time, but just try to relax, and soon you'll find yourself in the character generation room."\n\nYou shift around a bit before getting yourself settled in place, doing your best to relax despite how excited you are. You watch the colors pulse and listen to the sort of ambient not-quite-music tones in your ears, until suddenly you find yourself standing in... a clothes store? Well, not a clothes store quite, since there are no windows, and the clothing on the racks is all weirdly stiff and immobile, with the signs above it reading things like 'Top (Underlayer)' and 'Top (Overlayer)' rather than anything else. But you guess it's a pretty sensible way to do character generation and dressing when you're actually inside the game and holy crap you're <i>inside the game</i>!\n\n"Whoa," Leslie says as she appears nearby, staring around as if finally impressed. "It actually worked."\n\nHer appearance prompts you to smirk. "Nice tits, Les."\n\n"Huh?" She glances down... then yelps and tries to cover her bare chest and crotch with her hands. "Why are we <i>naked</i>?! That pervert!!"\n\n"It's just chargen, Les, calm down," you assure her as a bunch of sliders and dropdowns appear in your vision. "Woooow... no race dropdown, but pretty much everything else is here, niiiice."\n\n"Huh, yeah... can we really-" Leslie wonders, reaching out to move her fingers in the air... and giving a little squeak as her boobs swell noticeably and gain fullness. "... Yeah I guess we can. So, uh, what should we... do? Since you're the expert and all."\n\n<hr>\n[[Let's stick pretty normal.|GGLes]]\n\n[[Let's be super sexy!|GGLes2x5]]\n\n[[Let's be lewd.|GGLes]]\n\n[[Let's be <i>really</i> lewd!|GGLes]]

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

"Welp," you announce blandly, right before walking forward, pressing your barely-covered breasts against Destroyer's muscular chest as his eyes widen. A very low, rumbling, and rather sexy noise of surprise sounds from deep in his throat as you reach under his loincloth and heft one of his large, furry balls a bit in your hand. "Oh yeah boy you definitely tricked yourself out," you add in an approving tone as you run your palm in slow circles.\n\n"C-Cyan!" Leslie splutters as she stares at you, her jaw hanging a bit loose. "What are you-?!"\n\n"Um, what's it look like? I'm gonna cyber him right here in the middle of the street," you reply breezily, as you slip your hand back out to undo the buckle on Destroyer's belt. "Problem?" you add, glancing up at him.\n\nHis muzzle opens and closes several times, before he gives another grunting canine noise as you work your shoulders a bit, your nipples popping out of your top to rub in his fur. "... <b>No I think I'm good with it.</b>"\n\n"Thought so," you say smugly as you finish opening his belt and let it drop.\n\n<hr>\n[["Ooo, nice cock, bro."|GGLes]]\n\n[["Ooo, nice sheath, bro."|GGLes2x7]]

"Veeery thoroughly furry," you coo, swearing the mighty Destroyer is blushing as you run your hand along the thick, bulging edge of the fat sheath settled just above his balls. There's already a bit of red tip peeking out, but as you continue to rub and stroke and bet along the fur, more and more of his cock starts to slide free. As you would expect of someone indulging their furry-tinted power fantasy, it's absolutely massive... the most perfect example of a canine cock you've ever seen in the vast amount of lewd art you've browsed on booru boards and art sites (and admittedly drawn a few times yourself), the pointed tip and slight scoop to the head, the subtle but still visible and alluring bulge of it towards the middle, the knot you can see starting to poke out as well. You've got to hand it to your host on the modeling front as much as the sexual front, it is absolutely amazing.\n\n"Oh <i>gross</i>!" Leslie blurts, actually covering her face and making some gagging noises as you wrap a hand around the glistening scarlet length and give it a few strokes. "I cannot believe you, Cyan! I can't believe <i>either</i> of you!" she snaps, face furious as she lowers her hands. Destroyer definitely looks a very interesting mingling of embarrassed, upset, and pleasured as she continues to rage while you continue stroking his cock, your fingers gradually growing slick with the wetness coating it. "That is just so unbelievably deviant and... ugh! Tell me how to log out!" she demands, stabbing at thin air.\n\n"Um." Destroyer looks down at you, still with that weirdly-mingled expression on his face. Clearly he's not entirely sure what to do, considering that it's your friend that you came with that wants to bail.\n\n<hr>\n[["It's fine, just let her go."|GGLes]]\n\n[["It's fine, just pin her down and fuck her."|GGLes2x8]]

*<b>Main:</b> Cyan has new options available in the VR [[app store|GGVRAppStore]].\n*<b>Main:</b> Monk Cyan can [[remain silent|GGMonk7x2]] when her slaver captor offers the deal.\n*<b>Main:</b> Cyan can find a new item [[for sale|GGDL1x1]] on DeviList.\n-Update 2-\n*Continuing Cyan and the magic book.\n-Update 3-\n*More Cyan and magic book.\n-Update 4-\n*More of the Cyan route.\n*<b>Main</b>: Wilma has [[suggestions|WilmaFun9x2]] to explain the Beefy animatronic's "reaction" in the stables.

"Really? We've hit the 'bother the neighbors on purpose' part of the summer?" Leslie says dryly.\n\n"I mean all of mine are boring!" you reply, shrugging. "My neighborhood is full of old people!"\n\n"And that one chick who married her high school teacher right after graduation."\n\n"Okay one interesting neighbor but she lives a few doors down," you reply, holding up a finger. "Right next door you've got-"\n\n<hr>\n[["-the ultimate nerd."|GGLes2x2]]\n\n[["-that huge buff guy."|GGLes]]\n\n[["-the hot cougar."|GGLes]]

"Cyan, I would like to take a moment to remind you that you are yourself a total nerd," Leslie scoffs.\n\n"Yeah, but see like, I'm a nerd, but he's The Nerd™," you say, gesturing to two sides to indicate how they're clearly completely separate things.\n\n"I mean I guess I kind of-" Leslie pauses and eyes you. "How'd you do that thing with your voice?"\n\n"What thing? Anyway, what I'm saying is, that guy looks like he stepped out of a eighties superhero comic book using the most stereotypical 'nerd' character you could think of as the alter ego of, like, Ultralord the Unconquerable or something."\n\n"A statement which puts you right back in the nerd running."\n\n"Haha shut up. But yeah, he's like thirty, single, but has his own house and he's home in the middle of the day most of the time, there's gotta be something interesting there."\n\nLeslie considers that for a moment, then shrugs. "Okay, I guess I'm game. What do you want to do though?"\n\n<hr>\n[["Let's get ourselves invited in."|GGLes2x3]]\n\n[["Let's spy on him."|GGLes4x1]]\n\n[["Let's bully him."|GGLes]]

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

"<b>What?</b>" Destroyer says with a blink.\n\n"What?" Leslie says with a blink.\n\n"Yeah she's like this all the time," you declare breezily, still stroking the big wolfman's prick with one hand and fondling his balls with the other, having felt the harder throb shudder through his shaft at your suggestion. "She always resists doing something fun until I basically make her, but then she has a ball. Well, in this case she'll get balled."\n\n"HEY!" Leslie blurts, glaring at you.\n\n"Just go ahead and rape her," you encourage Destroyer with a wicked grin. "Trust me, she'll love it."\n\nDestroyer stares at you for a moment. Then slowly raises his head to fix his eyes on Leslie, who raises her hands a bit and takes a few steps back. "H-hey... now... now wait a minute..."\n\n"Get 'er," you chirp, releasing your hands and stepping back, even as Destroyer stabs a big, clawed finger at the air several times.\n\nYou can see Leslie's head whip back and forth as her menu apparently disappears, then she yelps as her clothing similarly disappears, leaving her standing naked for a moment before she gives a much louder shriek as Destroyer pounces. He bears her to the ground easily, hands quickly pinning hers above her head as he moves in above her, that massive canine cock rubbing against her belly and demonstrating just how far in it's going to go, the pointed tip almost brushing against the undersides of her fantasy anime tits.\n\n"Let go! Let go, you stupid horny bastard! I'll-!" Leslie rages, before apparently being rendered speechless as, having finished stripping off the bikini part of your bikini armor, you drop down by her head and take over pinning her wrists down. "Cyan, you bitch! You traitor! You-!"\n\n"Oh shut up, you're gonna cum the moment he shoves his dick in you," you reply smugly, smirking down at her as Destroyer rumbles and starts indulging himself in using his freed-up hands to maul her tits, Leslie giving another furious shriek and bucking underneath him at it, even as her angry noises start being threaded through with moans. "I'm giving up first turn at getting slamfucked so you can stop being such a whiny cunt, so you better enjoy getting made into a bitch."\n\nYou can see Leslie struggling for words to express just how beyond pissed at you she is, her face completely red as she writhes beneath the attention of the big wolfman. She just about seems to have settled on something when she's distracted again by Destroyer moving those big hands to grab her legs instead, his clearly haxxed strength score letting him easily push them forward and wide apart. "H-hey, wait a minute," Leslie tries one last time, staring with wide eyes as he shifts his body, bringing the pointed tip of his canine cock up between her puffed-up pussylips. "Hey, wait, we can talk about this, plus it's way too big, plus it's HNNNNNGK!"\n\nHer eyes roll up and her jaw clenches, her whole body practically vibrating as he shoves forward hard, burying himself in her right up to the start of his already bulging knot with a single thrust and putting a very obvious bulge in her toned belly. Smirking as you watch her drool down her cheek and make strangled, whimpery sounds of unwilling orgasm, you coo down at her, "Told you."\n\nLeslie bucks and twists as Destroyer starts thrusting, you're not entirely sure whether she's actually trying to break free or if it's just instinctive reactions to getting her pussy stretched and reformed by a big wolf prick. You can definitely feel her yank her arms trying to get them free of your hands, but you just tighten your grip and lean down on them, pinning her more firmly for the wolfman as he drives into her, his knot slapping against her sodden labia each time and sending out squirts of arousal that spatter over the fur of his belly and balls.\n\n"Yeaaah go on rape the bitch in her naughty wet cunt," you coo encouragingly, rolling out your tongue and trading licks with Destroyer, grinning at him and shaking your tits for him in addition to the bouncing Leslie's are doing as he fucks her. "Just fucking rape her until she loves it and begs for more, not like she isn't already cumming her brains out, the little fucking whore," you giggle. He drags his tongue up your face appreciatively, with you catching it and sucking it briefly before leaning down, smothering Leslie's flushed, furious face with your tits. "Yeaaaah you like that dick doncha you slutty little lezzy bitch, huh?"\n\nLeslie tries to muster some denial to shriek into your boobs, but she's too busy making those very slutty noises that show she can't help but enjoy getting her pussy pounded by that big bestial boner. Destroyer definitely seems to be giving in more and more to his animal side, growling and panting louder, even letting out a few short barks as he pounds into her, his knot slapping audibly against her entrance every time. Then he thrusts and shoves forward hard, forcing her to spread around it, Leslie screaming in both denial and orgasm as it's finally stuffed inside. You can actually see the bulge of it just above her crotch swell a bit more before the whole outline of his cock, and her abs, gradually get obscured by her belly swelling outward, rounding out some with the amount of cum he's pouring into her.\n\n"Yeaaah that's right, gonna teach you to love being a cumdump," you assure Leslie, raising up enough to show her thoroughly ahegao'd face, her tongue jutting out and twitching. You lean up to kiss Destroyer a bit more and proffer him your own tits to play with as he empties his first load into Leslie's pussy, her belly swelling up until she looks maybe four months pregnant.\n\nWhen he finally pulls his slightly shrunken knot out with an audible 'pop', a rush of thick white follows his gleaming red prick sliding out of her. You look at Leslie laying there, panting and trembling, and decide, "She needs a liiiiittle more!" Smirking, you flip the still reeling and shocked blonde over and then haul up on her hips, straddling her head and pressing your bare, dripping pussy down on those thick golden locks to keep her face-down-ass-up as you spread her cheeks, displaying her vulnerable pucker. "Here, rape her ass too... Master."\n\nYou see a shiver of desire and delight run through Destroyer at that, and this time he doesn't hesitate, moving forward and aiming himself, then stuffing his cock into Leslie's ass just as quickly and deep as he took her pussy, making her yowl into your thigh and claw at the ground. You just smirk, grinding against her head and rubbing her face in the dirt as Destroyer kisses you and plays with your tits, his hips driving that copious canine cock into her gradually more stretched and pliant fuckhole of an ass. You can practically feel him getting more and more into his role of a dominant bitchbreaker, his hands all confidence and power as they maul your tits, a near-constant growl thrumming low in his throat as he rapes Leslie's butt until her hips start moving on her own.\n\nEventually he reaches down to grab her hips instead, again shoving hard, forcing his knot inside her as she yowls beneath you again. But this time he pulls his swelling knot back out, her pucker stretching and deforming around it until it pops out, then shoves it back in again, repeating several times to make sure the formerly tight ring is good and stretched before finally settling it inside her. The knot-fucking had spurted plenty of his cum out to join the stuff already dripping out of her gaping pussy and now also to paint her buttocks as well, which you indulge in giving some spanks as she twitches and cums repeatedly beneath the two of you.\n\nYou know what's coming once he pulls out of her and those mismatched wolf eyes fix on you. Your menu disappeared a while ago, and you know that you couldn't say 'no' even if you wanted to. Which just makes it so much better as he tackles you roughly to the ground and virtually bends you in half, practically shoving your own pussy into your face before cramming his canine cock into your ass right up to the knot. Only with you he doesn't stop, forcing the bulge in as you wail in whorish orgasm, your pussy gushing all over your face and hair as he stuffs his knot into you right off the bat. Then he pulls it back out, drawing back only to slam forward, this time not even making a slow push, just cramming the bulbous sphere of flesh into you on the same thrust. While he knotfucked Leslie a few times, he's doing it to you now with every thrust, and you're cumming with every thrust, your eyes completely rolled up and your tongue lolled limply out, your whole body going limp and your mind going white as you're used as the willing rapetoy of the big vicious beast you've helped create.\n\nWhen your sentience stops flatlining from the sheer number of anal knot-induced orgasms you've had, your belly is swollen up even larger than Leslie's ever got... either Destroyer modded himself some extra volume or all that stimulation of his knot just got his virtual balls churning to the max. He pulls out his still quite enlarged much more slowly this time, leaving you wriggling and whimpering joyously in another, slower, more drawn-out climax until he finally pulls out, the flood of cum that spills out of your ass falling across your absolutely sodden pussy and splashing all over your face. He releases you and lets you flop out full-length as he sits back, panting, his tail wagging as he sits there with his still cum-covered cock still fresh from your ass jutting up in the air.\n\nActing more on slutty bitch instinct than anything else, you roll over onto your hands and knees and crawl over to him, leaning down and starting to worshipfully tongue and suck his cock clean. You're not terribly surprised when Leslie crawls over beside you and, unprompted, starts doing the same, despite the cute pouty little look on her face. Destroyer rumbles, petting over both of you's heads. "<b>What do we say?</b>"\n\n"Thank you, Master," you immediately reply in an adoring coo, kissing his knot.\n\n"Thank you, Master," Leslie echoes, still in that cute-pouty tone as she too kisses the thick, swollen wolfmeat.\n\n"<b>For?</b>" he prompts. \n\nThis time it's Leslie who speaks first. "Thank you for raping me, Master, I loved it," she says just before sliding her mouth over his cock and starting to bob her head over it.\n\n"Thank you for making me your bitch and using me as a cum toilet, Master, I looooved it," you add, burying your face against his balls and nuzzling adoringly.\n\nShortly thereafter, the three of you feel a sort of mutual assent that it's just time to log out. A few moments later you're lifting the helmet off your head and standing up, Leslie doing the same. Destr-, er, Tayler is already standing there, looking embarrassed and sheepish again. Probably because even with the gym shorts and VR suit, he's sporting a very noticeable bulge. Probably not as big as his game avatar, but definitely on the large side. No one's saying anything, the moment sort of pregnant with the potential for how this could all go.\n\n<hr>\n[[Play it cool.|GGLes]]\n\n[[Just walk out.|GGLes]]\n\n[[Get on your knees.|GGLes]]

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

You pull down the guidebook, pausing with it barely off the shelf as a funny feeling runs through your body, almost like something immaterial sliding down your arm and getting a grip in the center of your being. That is... pretty weird. You just stand there for a moment more, then finish pulling down the book, wondering if you're starting to get paranoid over bringing your bag in when Ms. Uppity said not to.\n\nThat hand in the center of your self gives a shove and you stumble back with a yelp, your back impacting against the opposite shelves. Except it feels a lot more solid than shelves. Blinking, you look over your shoulder, seeing a brick wall behind you... and in front of you, come to mention it. You're actually in some sort of alleyway, some bare bits of light filtering in from the opening, though you can still see perfectly fine somehow. You look down at the book, only to find there is no book... and your hand is inside a glove. Doing a quick check of yourself, you find that you're no longer in your own body... this one's a bit taller, all slender, lean muscle. You've got on soft leather boots, tight but supple leather pants (and damn don't those look good), a belt with a number of pouches and... check... yeah, a dagger sheath in the back... and a sleeveless leather top that laces up the front. Your boobs aren't really any bigger, you notice as you give them a cup to check, then make a little 'hm?!' noise as you feel a slight shift and a tweak of unusual sensation. But it's not hard to figure out the cause... they must be pierced!\n\n"... Cool!" you blurt happily, letting out a peal of giggles and doing a deft spin in place, feeling as light and agile as a ballerina. You experimentally slip the knife from its sheath, grinning at its polished edge, then glancing up as someone walks by the alleyway entrance... and staring as your brain starts supplying various weaknesses and good places to slip the blade. "Whoa, that is freaky-awesome," you murmur under your breath.\n\nYou use the dagger to take a look at a bit more of yourself. Your face is sort of the same, though you've got a more slender chin and cheeks now. Your hair is just plain blue instead of blue-tipped, you have eyes that are some slightly not-human shade of green, and your ears come up to slight points. Half-elf, then, you'd guess. You hmm thoughtfully as you slide the blade back into its sheath. The call of the Chosen One? Enchanted book? Brain aneurysm? Well, whatever it is, this is pretty damn cool. You feel practically giddy as you trot out of the alleyway and take a glance around at the faux-midevil European city bustling with mostly-human peasants. As you start walking amongst the crowd, you find someone's moneypurse pretty much sliding right into your hand without any conscious action on your part and have to suppress a giggle. Oh that is <i>neat</i>. I mean, you feel a little guilty, maybe, but hey that's how it's <b>done</b> around here, right?\n\nStill, you muse, can't just wander around picking pockets all night. Clearly, for whatever reason you've been brought here, you need to find yourself some adventure, purpose, y'know, that sort of thing. So what to do...?\n\n<hr>\n[[Find an adventuring party to join.|GGRogue1x1]]\n\n[[Try to pull off a daring heist on your own.|GGRogue15x1]]\n\n[[Find a partner to give your new body a "test run" with.|GGRogue]]

You settle into the overstuffed and rather gaudily cheerful chair and slump back, huffing. What a long night! Once the deliveries had been made, the reindeer brought you back to the North Pole. The elves were obviously a bit upset, but apparently thought it wouldn't be a particularly easy task to separate you from Santa. While they debated over whether to work on it feverishly so as to have as little disruption of the schedule as possible, or potentially just start training you up as the new Santa, they installed you here in a suite of rooms, giving you some privacy to rest considering the service you've already rendered.\n\nYou close your eyes, then curiously try out Santavision again. It works perfectly... you soon have a view of an excited Katie rushing down the stairs, followed by a trying-not-to-seem-excited Madelyn, and their somewhat tired-looking but smiling mother. You can't help but grin at Katie's squeal of delight. "Presents! And Santa ate the cookies and milk!"\n\n"Yeah, yeah," Madelyn chuckles, heading towards the side table, obviously with a mind to get a sugar fix for the incoming flurry of present-opening. "Oh, hey Mom, I thought you said you weren't gonna frost the other cookies?"\n\nTheir mother briefly looks confused as she walks over, then shrugs. "I must have changed my mind and done it last night before bed, I was running on fumes," she admits, before grinning as Katie rushes over as well. The attractive mature woman picks up one of the cum-glazed cookies and sinks her teeth into it. "Mm, I did a good job, though!"\n\nYou can't help but smirk as you watch all three dig into the plate of cookies eagerly, fishing out your cock and stroking it languidly as you watch the 'glaze' smear over lips and cheeks and fingers. It's quite the lewd sight... and not the only plate of glazed cookies you left a family.\n\nMaybe you'll stick around after all.\n\n<b>Holly the Futa Santa</b> end - <i>Glazed cookies</i>

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

You tell yourself you're just interested in the promise that she'll leave you alone for the rest of your life, but- "What do you mean 'powers like your own'?"\n\nHer smile widens at that. "Well! Not quite as wide and wonderful as my own, but. Physical near-perfection, the power to read and influence minds, the ability to seduce just about anyone, and even some ability to work spells and curses. What you do with all that would, of course, be up to you. They'd be your powers, after all."\n\nYou slowly nod. "Alright. Since... you know, you said that you'd leave me be."\n\nXiora lets out a laugh, that trails off into a low 'mmm' as her cock finally hardens up completely, little dribbles of pre leaking from the tip. "Whatever helps you sleep at night, darling. Now, get on your knees."\n\n"W-what?" Your cheeks color and you take a half-step back. "Why?"\n\n"Because I'm going to infuse my power into you by feeding you a nice, thick load of cum," she replies in an annoyingly reasonable tone, as if it were the most obvious and natural thing in the world.\n\n"Do you... do you have to do it that way?"\n\n"No, but I want to." Her smile grows a bit again, her eyes twinkling. "Now. On your knees."\n\nYou suppose you can't really argue with that, considering you've already agreed to sell your soul to her. Swallowing, you settle down onto your knees on the ground, watching Xiora as she walks over and nudges the tip of her cock up against your lips. You part them enough to let her slip half the head in, but otherwise she doesn't seem that interested in making you suck or lick. Still, you find your tongue moving without much thought, swirling around the tip of it as she strokes herself. "Mmm, look in my eyes," she coos, and you find yourself rolling your own baby blues up to meet her gaze, which you're a little startled to see has turned bright magenta. "Thaaat's right, right in my eyes, slut," she continues, her hand pumping just a bit faster along her length. "This is what you're selling your soul for, so you'd better enjoy it."\n\nIt's not all that long before she lets out a long, purrlike moan and starts gushing into your mouth. Unable to look away from her eyes, you swallow every thick, mouth-filling gush, feeling it tingle and run warm down your throat like alcohol. You find yourself moaning between gulps as well as it just keeps coming and running down your throat, little shivers of small orgasms running through your body as your breasts swell, pressing outwards against your bra, your legs shifting beneath you as they grow somewhat longer and curvier, your ass rounding out some beneath you, leaving your bloomers digging into the yielding flesh they now cover only half of.\n\nBy the time Xiora pops the tip of her cock out of your mouth and gives her cock a few light pats against your face, you feel as full as if you'd eaten a big breakfast. With one last smile, she vanishes abruptly as if she'd never been there. You sit there for several moments before standing. You expect to wobble, but every movement is smooth and perfect. You look down at yourself... you don't look <i>that</i> different just from a glance, maybe just a bit... moreso... of everything you had before. You're going to have to go up a bra size probably, but for now even that's not as uncomfortable as it could be. You do a quick check of your face and find it's clean enough, and lift your skirt to glance at your crotch... you can feel that you've soaked your panties, but it hasn't gotten through to your bloomers, so you should be fine for now. Turning, you hurry back towards the main area, unable to help delighting at how even walking or jogging feels completely and utterly effortless and perfected.\n\nYou soon find the rest of your cheer squad gathered with a handful of others, your team and one of the other ones going through warmup stretches. Cassie spots you and hurries over, murmuring, "Where have you been?! We're about to do competitive cheers and I thought you weren't going to show! I-" She blinks, looking you up and down. "Is... something different about you?"\n\n"I don't think so," you manage to lie blandly, shaking your head. "I'm sorry, I was just feeling kind of sick, but I'm better now, and ready."\n\n"Okay." Cassie nods a bit worriedly, obviously fretting over how the competition you're about to do will go, but hurries back to the rest. You stroll on over, considering. Practically any cheer or routine you could imagine is easily within your hands now, you can easily grasp that. But what to do with it?\n\n<hr>\n[[Steal the spotlight.|CheerSS]]\n\n[[Make your team look good.|CheerSS1x1]]

"If there are any big problems, maybe I should take care of those first," you offer. "If I'm the only one that can do them... I'm sure despite what you say, you can manage some decisions on your own, Bruno, you seem pretty smart."\n\n"Awwww gawrsh," Bruno huffs, drawing a paw over one ear and thumping a foot against the fountain edge. "Um, yeah, but anyway, right now the biggest problem we've got is over in one of the far Grass Floss plots."\n\n"You mean that stuff I saw them harvesting nearby?"\n\n"That's just the regular stuff, the green and blue and pink. Ordinary stuff, goes in every common Easter basket. Some colors are more rare and used only for extra special baskets. There's only one plot of Gold Floss anywhere in Easter Town's borders, out on the edge. We need every bit of it we can harvest for our most extra special baskets, but someone's been stealing it!"\n\n"Oh no!" you gasp, covering your mouth with both hands. ... That seems an odd thing to get upset over but you find yourself drawn in. He states it as if it's so dire after all. "Do you have any idea who?"\n\n"We know exactly who! It's one of Santa's reindeer!" Bruno huffs, giving another, more exasperated thump of his foot. "Christmas Town uses Gold Floss too, but they don't have any growing in their area, so they give their residents gifts if they can find it in other spots and bring it back! They're supposed to stay out of Easter Town's territory, but this reindeer keeps coming in and taking ours! He denies it when he's at home of course and they keep on believing him, and say it must be someone else taking it!"\n\n"Well that's no good," you answer with a frown, putting your hands on your curvier-than-ever hips. "I'll definitely have to put a stop to it!"\n\n"Yeah!" Bruno answers with a hop. Then he pauses, and looks up at you while wiggling his nose. "... How?"\n\n<hr>\n[[You'll confront the reindeer personally.|HEaster2x4]]\n\n[[You'll go tell Santa on him.|HEaster]]

* <b>Main:</b> "Erika" can [[continue to be stubborn|HHHVampMale1x4]] even after Drake makes him suck off the carriage horse.\n* <b>Main:</b> Buddy can [[rush outside|BuddyOct17x3]] when he hears his house getting egged.\n* <b>Main:</b> Eric can [[play with Rei's dildo|HLSenshi13x2]] when snooping.\n* <b>Main: </b>Jamie and Maya can select "[[Teh Chaynj Mohzt Lood|QOBook14x2]]" from the magic book.\n* <b>Main:</b> The newly-turned shemale witch Cyan can now [[go on the road|GGCandy5x6]] instead of returning to her old life.\n* More stuff with Buddy from last week.\n* <b>Main:</b> Wilma can now play [[skeeball|WilmaFun5x2]] in the Funland arcade.\n* <b>Main</b>: Buddy can now investigate the [[haunted house|BuddyOct17x5]] on his Halloween walk. Or, a bit further back, he can [[ask who's at the door|BuddyOct17x2]] when there's a knock after lights out.\n* <b>Main</b>: Buddy-Mai can decide to [[earn some party currency|BuddyOct20x2]] at Lizzie's Halloween party.\n* <b>Main</b>: Hax protagonist Jamie can now observe the potential of a [[kidnapped princess|QOSuc5x3]] after rescuing Katalina.\n* More Buddy going to the haunted house stuff.\n* <b>Main</b>: Buddy can now let Ciara [[pick her own room|BuddyOct17x11]].\n* More of Buddy at Lizzie's party.

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

Your brain's not exactly firing on all cylinders right now, so you have to go with the most obvious answer. You think Thanksgiving, you think, "Turkey."\n\nThe turkey-man gobbles smugly, before grabbing his cock with one of his feather-hands and stroking it quickly. "Of course! Truly the most superior of choices among the Thanksgiving oppressed!"\n\n"We're all supposed to be equal in the revolution, brother," the pig grunts sulkily.\n\n"But some revolutionaries are more equal than others!" the turkey clucks back, leaving the pig looking scandalized at having his line stolen. But before their banter can go any further, the plump turkeyman lets out a gobbling groan and begins spurting a fresh load of cum all over your face and into your wide-open mouth.\n\nAs cum dribbles down onto your chest, leaving you rubbing the tops of your tits to smear it in, you can feel your body starting to change. For one thing, your breasts are already swelling up beneath your hands, growing larger and heavier by the moment. Your belly and sides are getting an extra layer of padding as well, just enough to be squishable and squeezable it appears. Although the same can't be said of your ass and hips, which are growing and rounding out at almost the same rate as your tits.\n\nAs your proportions change, feathers begin sprouting all over your body, mostly brown and white ones. Your neck turns a bright red, and your legs begin taking on the same slick, almost scaly appearance as the turkey-man's, with the feathers growing around the tops of them fluffing out, giving you the appearance of wearing a pair of very snug yellow stockings that squeeze around your thickened thighs. Your moans begin to take on a clucking, gobbling tenor as your face reshapes, pushing outward in the lower part and curving, staring to harden outwardly into a beak. You wobble to your reshaped avian feet, your tits now easily three times the size they were, your down-covered ass wide and round and broad as a high plume of feathers sprouts from above it.\n\n"And so you see the plight of turkeys doomed to the Thanksgiving table!" the turkey-man gobbles as he and the pig step in, reaching out to start fondling your massive tits, pinching at the nipples peeking through the down with their hooftips and feather-fingers. "Bred so that they're overburdened by the part humans want most... their big, succulent, delicious, but tragically overgrown <i>breasts</i>!"\n\n"Hnh, skwnch, their big, juicy, tender breasts that are all the humans want," the pig agrees, giving one of your tits a little slap and making it wobble.\n\n"Ohhh, yes, yes, gobble gobble, I understaaand, it's so awful to be reduced to nothing but my oversized, succulent breasts!" you cluck in pleasure, shivering delightedly, before turning between the two and bending forward, using your own wing-arms to proffer said juicy breastmeats to the pig, while shaking your fat feathery ass at your obvious breeding partner. You gobble-moan as the pigman pushes his pink prick into your cleavage, but do so even louder as your mate's prick pushes into your dripping down-covered pussy, his feather-hands gripping at your wide hips as he starts to thrust in even more animal fashion than before, quick, eager pumps that each come with a purely bestial gobbling noise. "It's soooo oppressive to be nothing but a life support system for my big juicy delicious breasts and a hole to make more turkeys with, gobble gobble!"\n\n"Hnnnh, yes, now you understand the horror of our plight!" the turkey grunts, sounding almost distracted enough that you might think he cared more about fucking another plump turkey than he did about the state of Thanksgiving oppression. In fact he stops talking about it altogether as he pumps into you, your overgrown down-covered butt jiggling and wobbling heavily as he slaps his hips against it, the both of you gobbling merrily in tune while the pig grunts and squeals as he fucks between your huge tits.\n\nShortly after the pig smears his cum all over the downy feathers inside your cleavage, your new mate gobbles loudly as he thrusts forward and spills his load inside you. Your eyes roll and your tongue lolls out to one side of your beak as he fills your feathery cunt. Almost instantly you can feel a quickening inside you, a bulging, a growing, and as the two of them draw away you let out another gobble-moan as you turn and squat down, your legs spread wide and showing off your down-covered and thoroughly plump pussylips. Said lips begin to spread, slowly wider and wider, as something smooth and white pushes them apart. Your eyes roll as your pussy quakes and quivers, apparently intending to push out the object through the force of your orgasms, leaving you gobbling and clucking mindlessly as your pussy spreads wider until the egg you're laying is allowed to fall the few inches to your kitchen floor with a heavy <i>thunk</i> indicating it's tough enough to take it. It is about the size of a football, after all.\n\n"And so we begin to build an army for our revolution!" the turkey-man declares proudly.\n\n<hr>\n[[The End.|HollyNov1cxEnd]]

-Update 1-\n*<b>Main:</b> Jamie can now ask his catgirl maidified mom to [[show him her panties|QOSB1x1]]\n*<b>Main:</b> Instead of peeking, Jamie can now [[listen|QOKevPorn3x1]] to the noises he hears when passing Tanya's room.\n*<b>Main:</b> Blessed Buddy can suggest he, Laura, and Ayako [[go out|BudBless3x1]].\n*<b>Main:</b> Marei can now [[look into a hookup|Marei15x1]].\n*<b>Main:</b> Amanda can buy the [[Castle Fantasy|SweetBro1x2]] playset for her brother.\n* More Amanda succubus-ing. \n*<b>Main:</b> Marei can note that Ken has [[made a big mess|Marei14x5]] due to his 'Fapluenza'.\n-Update 3-\n*<b>Main:</b> Jamie can now buy a 'Virtual Dimension Rig' from [[Nile|QONile5x1]].\n-Update 4-\n* More Farmster Girl World.\n*<b>Main:</b> After hypnotizing the girls at the Hitasuneko, Austin will tell them he [[can go where he wants|Austin6x2]].

You let out another snort. As humiliating as it is to think about Zadaan riding you around feeling smug all the while, he did pretty much say that once he thought he'd embarrassed you enough, he'd change you back. You just have to hope that threshold is on the order of days or weeks, not years.\n\nEventually, it grows light outside, and you hear people coming in. Zadaan enters your stall and smirks at you again, just before forcing a bit into your mouth. Your lips curl and your ears lay back in annoyance at the odd feel of the metal bar forced over your tongue and behind your teeth, but you grudgingly put up with it as he settles the reins into place over your head and leads you out of the stall.\n\n"That's a hell of a beast, what happened to that sticky little mare you were riding?" the human male blinks, apparently in the midst of saddling his own stallion.\n\n"Why, that cute half-elf girl from last night is responsible," Zadaan answers sweetly, smugly patting you on the side of the neck and coming dangerously close to earning himself a bite. "After we talked it over, she was so ocercome with guilt over her behavior that she insisted on buying me a new horse. Even had his mane dyed blue to remind me of her."\n\n"That must have been some talk," the woman replies dryly as she swings into the saddle of her mare.\n\n"Decide on a name for it?" the dwarf grunts as he mounts up on his stout, shaggy stallion.\n\n"I do think 'Beast' sounds rather fitting," Zadaan answers, tossing you a quick sneer before thunking the saddle onto your back, making you snort in surprise and annoyance.\n\nAt least Zadaan doesn't find many more opportunities to needle you throughout the day, as the quartet makes their way down the road, then eventually out across open country. You eventually get tired of hearing about all the various monsters and other ruins in the area. You can't even look around since Zadaan keeps your head fixed firmly forward, so mostly all you can look at are three humanoid backs and three other horse rumps, two with heavy swinging balls and one with a black, wrinkled pussy.\n\nEventually it gets dark, and the party stops near the edge of a forest. A fallen log is used as a makeshift tying post, the saddles set nearby, and you're given a bag of mixed grains to munch on while the quartet of humanoids fixes their own dinner, a rather savory set of steaks, the smell teasing your nose. Great, even if you had one, your stomach couldn't take it now. The feedbags are eventually removed, and the party divides itself between two tents.\n\nYou let out a snort-sigh. Your first day as a steed was <i>not</i> encouraging. The old man seemed to enjoy riding you around... and you now realize, he certainly has no incentive to turn you back until he acquires another horse, at the very least. You toss your head in annoyance, and feel the log shift and roll just a bit. You hesitate, then examine it more closely. It looks like you could pull it around and probably get it to turn all the ropes loose, freeing not just you, but the other horses as well. Hm. You could always seize the freedom you didn't take last night, and scatter the other horses as well. That'd be a nice little bit of vengeance!\n\n<hr>\n[[Escape.|GGRoguePlaceholder]]\n\n[[Stay.|GGRogue5x2]]

It seems like internet streaming is sort of the big dog on the block right now. Maybe getting an in and making some connections with that, or at least being able to put it on your resume would help. So you send in your current resume and go back to perusing the other possibilities.\n\nAbout an hour later, as you're just about to move on lest you get hassled for loitering (again), you get an email back. You're a little surprised that it seems incredibly informal and asks you to come in 'at your earliest convenience' any time between fairly early in the morning to quite late at night. It stresses that the dress code even for the interview should be 'completely casual', so after finding a nice and relatively clean and untattered pair of jeans and a T-shirt, and using a gas station shower to clean up, you head over to the station.\n\nIt looks like it was probably built sometime in the seventies, to judge by the little details of the otherwise not elaborate building and the weathering of the materials. Still, inside it looks like it's been snazzed up with new carpet and computers at the lobby desk, where you identify yourself as here for a scheduled job interview. After a brief call, a girl who looks like she can't be more than 22 at the most emerges from one of the doors, pink streaks dyed into her brown hair that's pulled into a slightly puffy ponytail, her outfit of a bubblegum purple belly T and jeans that are sagged enough to show a bit of the straps of her neon yellow thong making you feel a bit better about how thoroughly you bought into the 'casual' part of the interview dress code.\n\n"You're Celeste, right? Great, follow me!" she chirps, practically bouncing as she heads back through the door she came through. You follow her into what's either a fairly large office or a slightly small living room, you're not entirely sure, but there's a desk and chairs in front of it, so since she sits behind the desk you sit down in front of it. "I'm Kimiko, I'm one of the programming directors here and also currently in charge of hiring. We're semi-informal about roles like that here."\n\n"Ah," you acknowledge, nodding, since you're not entirely sure what other sort of response would be okay.\n\n"So I looked over your resume, and like there's no specific experience? But overall I think there's totally something here for you, we're totally into learning on the job." She beams at you, the blue-with-heart-pupils contacts she's wearing making the expression undeniably charming. "Most of our viewers expect everything to be a little shaky from the start, and we've got a pretty good portion of the prior on-air talent to help smooth over the rough patches with the viewers we're retaining from the old station."\n\n"So you're still on actual TV?" you ask, suppressing a wince as you realize how that came out.\n\nKimiko doesn't seem bothered though, giggling a little before answering, "Yeah, but we're a subscription channel now. All the major services are carrying us and we're cheap to pick up, it's a deal one of the investors worked out. So anyway, we're looking to hire a bunch of people in a bunch of places, so basically it's kind of whatever you think you can fit into long-term, yanno?"\n\n"Sure, I'd love to hear what's available."\n\n"Alright, lessee." She turns towards the computer and begins typing. "We've got a bunch of openings for what we call 'go-getters', that's always an option!"\n\n"Is that anything like a 'gopher'?" you ask with a bit of a grin.\n\nShe stares at you blankly for a moment, before her face lights up. "Oh! Oh, I get it, 'gopher'! 'Go for this', 'go for that'! That's great!" She giggles again before she says, "Well yeah it kind of is probably I guess? Go-getters are basically the entire station's personal assistants. It's like only minimum wage, but not only do you get paid daily, you get bonuses for every task you complete. The more important or more difficult it is the better the bonus. Lots of people like it because it's basically a totally flexible schedule, we have a special app for it that lets you go 'on duty' when you want, so if you just want to work between like eleven and three in the morning that's up to you."\n\nSo basically the perfect job for twenty-somethings wanting weed money. Still, considering the tightness of your purse strings, the 'paid daily' thing sounds really good, as does being able to pick up as many hours as you want.\n\n"Anyway, other than that, we've actually got two full-time personal assistant jobs open. And seriously I mean it they're full-time, like you're on-call twenty-four-seven," she notes, glancing over at you. "They're for two of our biggest on-air talents so you'd basically need to both be their errand girl and kind of babysit them a little to make sure they don't do anything too dumb. But like the pay and bennies are super good, even includes room and board, so yanno?"\n\nEither she doesn't notice the way your eyes widen at 'room and board' or she just wants to continue on with what's available. "Anyway, other than a minor tech job that's basically it for the behind-the-scenes stuff. For stuff related to the on-air production, we've got some documentarian positions open."\n\nTrying not to seem completely ignorant, you think furiously before asking, "So basically camera people that follow the talent around 'documentary style'?"\n\n"Yup! Since it's kind of expected that it won't be the super best quality shooting you don't really need much training or anything, you've just gotta follow around some of the talent and take your cues from them. They may talk to you and you may even need to appear on camera every so often but it won't be common. If you do wanna be on-camera though, we've got two openings, we need more 'roaming extras', and we need someone for the news."\n\n"Is it like... 'extreme' news?" you can't help but ask.\n\nKimiko snickers. "I mean other than the news usually kinda being extreme these days? Nah we're keeping our news preeeetty traditional and only throwing in a few minor twists we think will please the old audience. Some of our programming on the cable and satellite's gotta keep the station's original audience, yanno? So the news is mostly like usual, which means we need, yanno..." She gestures you up and down, before shrugging and admitting, "Actual grownups, people that look good in suits and can seem all dignified and stuff. Dress you up and you'd totally fit the bill."\n\nWow, catapulted from nobody to news anchor, that would be pretty wild. Or an actress, even, albeit an extra. But couldn't that just be a start? And all those other things sound like they have their benefits too. It's just a matter of what you think you can actually do.\n\n<hr>\n[[Go-getter.|CelTV]]\n\n[[Personal assistant.|CelTV]]\n\n[[Tech job.|CelTV]]\n\n[[Documentarian.|CelTV]]\n\n[[Roaming extra.|CelTV]]\n\n[[News anchor.|CelTV]]

Okay wait wait wait wait... so you could actually become a "I'm a virtual girl in a virtual environment check out my Lore" vtuber but... for <i>realsies</i>? Holy shit, that's cool! Yoink!\n\nThe program isn't even that pricey, score, you are on your way to streamer fame for sure, baby! You install the app, and give a little yip as you're pulled into...\n\n... a featureless white room. Shocker.\n\nWell, okay, so it actually looks like a real white room, with solid floors and walls and everything. It even has a paint texture. It's just... really, really empty. You're also extremely naked, you notice, but it's hard to feel embarrassed about that when you're in such a strange, obviously empty space.\n\nThen there's a little blip as a screen pops up in front of you.\n\n'Hello, welcome to VBoober Studio! The super easy virtual streamer avatar creator, streamer, and content generator all in one!\n\nPlease note that you are using VBoober Studio <i>Basic</i>.' Wait WHAAAAAAAAAT?! There wasn't even an option for a VBoober Studio Pro or whatever! What a- 'This is the only version of this program commercially available at this time.' Oh. 'However, additional features of the program can be purchased or unlocked with achievements!'\n\nOh great, so it's a microtransaction farm. <i>Sigh</i>. ... But, well, you already got all excited for it. May as well see what you can get out of it without going deeply into debt or whatever. You finish skimming over the introductory text, which does add that there's plenty of achievement-unlockable and user-generated content available, so you guess there's that. It also has linkups for most of the popular streaming sites (both mainstream and some you don't recognize, but by the name it's pretty obvious what they're aimed at), and even a donation-processing thing built into the program (apparently this is mainly how they fund such an expensive program). Hm... well, yeah, definitely still give it a go!\n\nLet's see... okay, your space will be a little minimalist to start, but you can still fix it up to a theme with free and community stuff, same with an avatar. You'll be a little "low rent" to start but then what vtuber isn't? (Well, plenty of them really, but nevermind.) The question is, what sort of theme to do?\n\n<hr>\n[["Artificial Intelligence".|GGVT]]\n\n[["Demon".|GGVT]]\n\n[["Anime waifu".|GGVT]]\n\n[["Furry".|GGVT]]\n\n[["Nerd girl".|GGVT]]

All characters are fictional. Like super, duper, ultra fictional. Never existed. Don't exist. They have not ceased to be, they never were.\n\nOh yeah and all of them are portrayed by characters over eighteen. However that works for fictional people.\n\nAhem. Anyway. Also like has been said like a billion times on the start page, this is only meant to be played by someone over eighteen who is allowed to look at all of the various sexual stuff portrayed here. If you're not supposed to be looking at any of it and you do, you are just absolutely terrible. Go turn yourself in to the police for a beating right now.\n\nKhajiit accepts no responsibility for legal troubles, family troubles, emotional upset, social justice offense, or lost lunch that occurs from playing of khajiit's game. Thank you.\n\n[[Back.|Start]]

You're pretty sure this is one of the new DPS classes for the update, and curious, you click on the option. The troll woman's bikini top disappears, replaced by the paws of a bearskin cloak draped over her shoulders, the bikini bottoms turning into what amounts to a string and just enough cloth to technically cover everything, with a number of claw mark-like slashes of red warpaint appearing across her body. Huh, nice. \n\nInstead of a screen asking you to customize said warpaint or work the slider on her boobs, you're presented with a screen asking you to choose a trait. They're very... fluff-y, meaning, they tell you a lot of the lore excuse, but leave it to you to parse out the mechanics behind it. That must've gotten a few huffy posts on the forums.\n\n<center>Choose your character's trait.</center>\n\n[[Beast Soul|GGTSkin]] - Your Skinwalker's soul is more naturally in tune with beasts of the wild, allowing them to assume more shapes and even to commune with the creatures of nature no matter their form. Careful, though, lest the Skinwalker lose themselves in walking the path of the animal. (Soooo, you get more animal forms and maybe some sort of bonus with NPC animals, but you get some kind of debuff if you spend too long shapeshifted.)\n\n[[Den Mother|GGTSkin]] - Your Skinwalker is driven to create her own pack, a collection of her offspring that will follow her loyally into battle. But be warned... some children may have a will of their own, especially the strong. (Sounds like you get a lot of combat pets, with the chance for one or two of them to turn hostile every so often.)\n\n[[Skingrafter|GGTSkin]] - Your Skinwalker can force others to change as well as willingly changing themselves, if the circumstances are right, and even has the chance to exert dominance over their victim. If they succeed, they will have a new servant... if not, they may have given an enemy a powerful new way to fight. (So you can baleful polymorph your enemies, but there's at least a chance they'll just keep attacking you instead of turning into your combat pet. Seems fair.)

You decide to blow off a little steam by typing up a ridiculous response email, fairly certain that if anyone even reads it, it will be some low-level employee who will promptly delete it when they see that it's being silly. It starts off with 'Dear Spambot, thank you for something other than an offer to enlarge my penis because hot girls in my area want to send me the fortune of a Nigerian prince.' and just sort of goes on from there.\n\nYou spend an enjoyable fifteen or so minutes crafting your nonsense reply, and can't help finishing it off with a somewhat snippy request to, in the future, try to make it seem like an actual human might have plausibly sent out the emails, finishing up with comparing them unfavorably to the wooing you received from Green Dawn. You send it off and return to your packing, only to find when you return to your computer that your hard drive has been wiped. You try to use your cell phone to call technical support, but it's not recognizing your sim card for some reason.\n\nWhen you get to the airport and find that your reservation information has been screwed up, you start to think that maybe getting snide with an advanced tech firm wasn't such a good idea.\n\n<hr>\n[[For your rudeness and siding with their hated rival company, you have earned the enmity of Eclipse Robotics. This will affect how you choose to approach your projects while working for Green Dawn, and you may occasionally be presented with an "(Eclipse.)" option in the branch choices, triggering the inevitable retribution of the tech company.|GDB1x2]]

"Well, I mean... I suppose I kind of have always wanted to be a witch, at least a little bit," you admit, slowly starting to smile. "I always have at least one witch costume, so... maybe it was inevitable."\n\n"Yes! Absolutely, Myistress!" Zane says happily, bouncing in place and batting one hand in the air, tail flicking enthusiastically. "I'll help make you into a wonderful witch, you'll see!"\n\n"Um, does it involve a lot of study? Or... selling my soul to dark powers?" you ask, a little bit after the fact.\n\n"No no no. Yes. I mean, you <i>can</i> do those things, if you want?" Zane hedges, tilting his head a bit. "But they aren't myandatory or anything. Part of my training as a familiar is that I come already knowing a lot of spells, and I can just help you focus to cast them. I mean, if you want to be a reeeeally powerful witch, and make reality bend to your whims even without me, then I could help you get in contact with a demon. Or if you just want to be independent and know all the rituals and spells on your own, so that I can spend more time nyapping, I'll totally help you study! It's all about what you want, Myistress!"\n\n<hr>\n[[Let's contact a demon!|HollyWitch]]\n\n[[Let's study some magic!|HollyWitch]]\n\n[[Let's get ready for the party.|HollyWitch1x4]]

"..." You just stare at him for a moment, before your brain decides to deal with this in the only way it can think to. "Um. You stay right there," you command, pointing at him.\n\nHe blinks, his ears twitching. "Mya?" But he just cranes his head to look after you as you go scrambling upstairs. You quickly go looking through your closet. Obviously your current clothes wouldn't fit him, besides you being taller and, well, yeah. But eventually you find an old favorite black sweater of yours that's both old and shrank in the wash but you haven't gotten rid of for sentimental reasons, and an old pair of black boyshorts that you used to sleep in before they... shrunk in the wash too, yeah. With those, you hurry back downstairs.\n\nA moment later, Zane is looking a bit like a cat wearing a leash, in that he's hunched down some and looking a bit like he wants to crumple to the floor and not move under the weight of the sweater. He raises a hand, slender fingers curling a little as if he were going to make a paw and bat at the front of the sweater before he stops himself. "M... Myistress, what's with these clothes?"\n\n<img src="images/Zane.png">\n\n"I just think it's a good idea for you to wear clothes," you say, trying to adapt to the fact that you're apparently explaining to your humanform new cat about clothing.\n\n"I'm a cat, I'm supposed to be naked, mya!" Zane protests, flinging his arms out to the sides and flailing them a bit, his tail sticking out and fluffing up.\n\n"Look this is strange enough without you being naked and giving me weird thoughts, okay?!" you shout back, doing a bit of flailing yourself.\n\n"... Nyaha?" Zane suddenly smirks in particularly catlike fashion, tail flicking back and forth as he puts a fingertip to his lip. "My my mya, is Myistress thinking wicked things about her cute new familiar?"\n\nBlushing brightly, you just look at him for a moment, before reaching out to boop his nose, making him give a kittenish squeak. "Okay, listen you. This is also strange enough without you flirting. ... Right off the bat. I've never seen a cat that could do... this. I thought you were... well, a costume accessory!"\n\n"It's a really authentic costume!" Zane says cheerfully, snickering as you give him a flat look. "What's the matter, Myistress? Don't you want to be a witch? I have lots and lots of spells I could let you cast. 'Tis the season for such things, after all!"\n\n<hr>\n[[No!|HollyWitch]]\n\n[[... Well. 'Tis the season.|HollyWitch1x3]]

You're catapulted out and do a short roll across solid stone pavement, and wind up in an aching heap rolled up against some sort of fountain. "What the hell...?" you whimper, wriggling around and managing to get at least facing upright. You're outside now, looking up at a blue sky with fluffy white clouds. ... And some sort of weird airship thing with a bunch of fin wings coming off of it, what the everliving fuck?!\n\n"Hey! Are you okay?!" a rather squeaky voice calls from nearby.\n\nYou turn your head and find yourself looking at the face of a cute girl about your own age. She has shortish but lopsided dark hair, black on top but fading to red towards the tips. She's also wearing some sort of loligoth outfit in black and red, and a red cape. You're honestly not sure whether to be impressed by her boldness or disgusted by her flaunting such unconventional style. She's bent over, hands on her knees as she looks at you, some sort of big bulky red thing sticking up from behind the cape.\n\n"Wow, you just came flying and hit the ground pretty hard!" She stretches one hand out towards you, obviously intending to help you up. "Hey, I'm having a pretty rough first day too. My name's Ruby!"\n\n<hr>\n[[Accept the hand.|MeanRWBY1x2]]\n\n[[Smack it away.|MeanRWBYPlaceholder]]

"Excuse me," you mutter to the weird sisters, who apparently decide to respect your wishes for once as you turn away and walk over. Leaning against the wall, you slowly slump down it until you can lean your face against your knees and wrap your arms around your legs.\n\n"... Are you... alright?" the black-haired girl asks heSimantly after a moment, as if uncertain she really wanted to ask.\n\n"No," you admit, albeit muffled by your legs.\n\n"..." Looking almost physically pained to do so, she slowly reaches over and pats you gingerly on the shoulder. "... There. There."\n\n"Thanks," you grumble, though surprisingly you do find you are fairly grateful, since it's obvious she's trying. You look over at her after a moment, and since so far she's the only vague inkling of sanity you've so far found to latch onto. "... Already starting on schoolwork?"\n\nShe stares at you for a moment, and you almost think she's completely blanked on what you mean. Then she glances at the book. "... No, this is for pleasure."\n\n"Oh." You sigh a bit and rest your cheek against your knee. Great, a nerd. Still, you're actually getting a little desperate for someone even that normal to make a connection with. "What's it about?"\n\n"... It's about a man with two souls," she answers slowly. "And they're fighting for control of him."\n\n"That sounds interesting," you say a bit mechanically. Then admit to yourself it does sound a little interesting. "... Layla Mercer."\n\n"... Blake Belladona."\n\n"Coco Adel!"\n\nThe two of you blink and turn to look at a girl in very stylish champagne-colored silk pajamas... and a beret and sunglasses, despite being at night, inside, and wearing sleep attire. She grins, leaning forward and sliding her glasses down a bit. "Sorry. I was just coming over to compliment you both on your clothes. I don't know the maker but I recognize quality and style."\n\nThe rush of relief that hits you is palpable. Oh God, finally, a normal person. "Thank you. I love those, they're gorgeous, where did you get them?"\n\nCoco grins and settles down against the wall as well, and the two of you begin to chatter about fashion. Every so often Coco will notice Blake start to slip away, and manage to ask her something that makes her settle down long enough to answer. Finding you don't want the other girl to go, even if she is apparently a huge nerd, you do your best to shift the topic to her book occasionally.\n\n"Hey, guys, having fun over here?"\n\nYou wince at the sound of Yang's voice, but it looks like her psycho-hyper little sister isn't with her, at least. Coco genially compliments her boyshorts, and you actually manage to include her in the little chat the four of you are having for a little while before she waves out and returns to her pouting sister. A bit later, Coco excuses herself, and you bid Blake goodnight to go crawl into your loaner sleeping bag, feeling a little more positive about the whole thing.\n\nIn the morning, everyone starts getting dressed and checking their very weird-looking weapons. Since it's apparently okay to wear whatever you want, you finally settle on a sleeveless, high-colored white top, purple pleated skirt, blue thigh-highs, and a sturdy but stylish pair of boots, as well as strapping on the sword and sheath you were issued. You get the feeling that the "entrance test" everyone is talking about will involve the wilderness, but you don't exactly have any wilderness clothes... this will just have to do. You follow everyone else out and along a path, making your way away from the school and up to the top of a cliff facing some woods. Getting a view of where you'll be taking the test? You're half-listening as a stern-looking pale-haired woman in librarian glasses directs you to stand on a square on the ground, busy wondering how you're going to get through a survival test or whatever. Aren't they supposed to train you for this <i>before</i> they test you?\n\n"For years, you have trained to become warriors."\n\nThat wholly incorrect statement makes you snap your head around to look at a silver-haired man standing near the woman that directed you to your spot. He's just standing there, holding a coffee cup like he just stepped out of his office for two seconds to say hello.\n\n"Today, your abilities will be evaluated in the Emerald Forest."\n\n"Now, I'm sure many of you have heard rumors about the assignment of teams," the woman picks up, glancing at the computer tablet looking thing in her hand. "Well, allow us to put an end to your confusion. Each of you will be given teammates... <i>today</i>."\n\nFrom a bit further down the line, you hear Ruby Rose give a quiet squeak of dismay. You hope your own was less audible. Assigned teams? What if you end up with jackasses? Or nerds? Or worse, someone you can't manipulate?!\n\n"These teammates will be with you for the rest of your time here at Beacon," the silver-haired man continues. "So it is in your best interest to be paired with someone with whom you can work well." He takes a long sip of his coffee. "... That being said, the next person you make eye contact with after landing will be your partner for the next four years."\n\nYour jaw drops and you actually slump forward, your arms dangling limply. <i>Four years</i>?! Off to the side, you're vaguely aware of Ruby having some sort of seizure.\n\n"After you've partnered up, make your way to the northern end of the forest. You will meet opposition along the way... do not heSimate to destroy <i>everything</i> in your path, or you <b>will</b> die."\n\nWHAT THE FUCK KIND OF SCHOOL IS THIS?!?!?!!?!\n\n"You will be monitored and graded for the duration of your initiation, but our instructors will not intervene. You will find an abandoned temple at the end of the path, containing several relics. Each pair must choose one, and return to the top of the cliff. We will regard that item, as well as your standing, and grade you appropriately. Are there any questions?"\n\nNear simultaneously, you and the goony blonde guy on the end of the line raised your hands, he with an awkward "Yeah, um, sir?" and you with an "Excuse me!!"\n\n"Good! Now," the douchebag who's apparently in charge continues. "Take your positions!"\n\nYou notice everyone else in the line pulling out their weapons and... posing? Still, you don't want to be the only one left standing there gawking, so you hurriedly draw the katana out of its sheath. You yelp as, the moment the blade's fully left it, the panels flip up and slide around your arm, wrapping around it and clicking together into some sort of guard or shield that runs from your shoulder to the backs of your knuckles, leaving only your fingers and thumb clear. Hurrying to try and make a cool pose, you angle the point out ahead of you and grasp the handle with both hands, doing your best to look all scowly action heroine-y and not like you're about to collapse screaming and crying because <i>what the fuck is even going on</i>? You just know that by God you're not going to look like as big of a geek as the wimpy dude with the nice shoulders down at the end still going "Uh, sir?"\n\nAs he's still yammering, you hear a *ch-THWNG* and snap your head to the side just in time to see some white-haired girl in a Disney princess dress go flying off into the air. What?! Oh no no no no no no no! Now frozen by sheer terror as much as any worry about looking like some freaky loner, you listen to the blood rushing in your ears, almost drowning it out as the goony dude and the asshole responsible for your suffering talking about a "landing strategy" or something. Oh God there's not going to be anything to let you land you have to figure out how to land oh God oh shit oh no!\n\nThe hyper-seeming girl with garish orange hair one over from you is catapulted towards the forest with a "WOO!" of delight, and you start steeling yourself. Okay. Okay. You're about to die. You are going to die. It's been a good life, you've ground a bunch of lesser people under your heel, you never got old and wrinkly and ugly, fifteen years wasn't such a bad run. Just face it with dignity. Die with dignity, that's all. Try to hit some water so that your body's less busted up for the funeral. Yeah, that's your landing strategy, look good for the funeral. Also, don't scream.\n\nThe hot guy in green next to you gets launched. And then you hear something click underneath you before *ch-THWNG!*\n\n"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!"\n\n<hr>\n[[Quick formulate a better landing strategy!|MeanRWBY1x4]]\n\n[[AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!|MeanRWBYPlaceholder]]

Sighing, you accept Ruby's hand and allow her to help you to your feet. You dust yourself off a bit, while Ruby looks at you, head tilting. "Hey, that's not a Beacon uniform, is it? Is that your old school's uniform or something?"\n\n"No, it's... the uniform of the school I <i>thought</i> I was going to attend," you answer, frowning at her. You turn around a bit... and stare. The massive building nearby looks more like a fairytale castle than a school, complete with spires, bridges, and a moat. If even you had to admit the school buildings at Meinubureiku Gakuen were impressive, this one is... well, breathtaking.\n\n"Um... I'm Ruby Rose," you hear from the side, and turn back towards the other girl, who's again holding her hand out, this time apparently as an offer to shake.\n\n"Yes, you said that. Part of that." After a moment you sigh and take her hand, since she looks like she's borderline doing a sad puppy expression and you might almost feel bad about that after her helping you up. (Ugh, you must have hit your head or something.) "I'm Layla Mercer."\n\n"Hi, Layla! That's a nice name! It means 'dusk' or 'night', doesn't it?" the petite girl chirps, grinning happily as she shakes your hand.\n\n"Uh." You blink. "Yeah, that's right."\n\n"That's pretty! 'Ruby' means... um... the red rock. Gemstone. Thingy."\n\n"... Right." You pointedly extract your hand from hers.\n\nRuby gives you an extremely sheepish, worried grin, and waves a hand around a bit. "Um, so, do you... do you know where we're supposed to go?"\n\n"I don't even know where we <i>are</i>!" you huff, resisting the urge to stamp your foot as well. "This morning I was in Japan arriving at some stupidly huge school, and they asked what I wanted to do so I said being a Huntress sounded cool because they were respected elites, then some bitch <i>shot me out of a tube</i> and now I'm here!"\n\n"Oh, uh, well, I don't know where Japan is or how hard you got shot out of that tube, but right now you're at Beacon Academy, in the city of Vale, in the Kingdom of Vale, on the world of Remnant." Ruby stares at you for a moment, then draws in a long, excited gasp, instantly crossing the space between the two of you, silver eyes sparkling as she balls her fists under her chin. "Are you a <i>space alien</i>?!"\n\n"What?! <b>NO!</b>" you blurt, shoving her head away from you.\n\n"Awww, I thought I made a space alien friend," Ruby says with a pout, tears dramatically streaming down her cheeks.\n\n"We are <i>not friends</i>, leave me alone," you snap, turning and walking in a random direction, as long as it's away from this weirdo.\n\n"Waaait, Layla, come back, please! Don't return to the mothership!"\n\n"SHUT UP!"\n\nEventually you find some respectable-looking people to ask for directions, and are told where new students are supposed to go... apparently the first night involves a sleepout in the cafeteria. Just wonderful. At least by then you're also told where everyone's luggage is, and are able to retrieve your sleeping clothes... a pair of designer drawstring pants in deep purple and a white tanktop embroidered with your initials in black thread. You retrieve a sleeping bag from the pile of them (ew ew ew ew shared bedding!) and meander through the room, trying to come to grips with this bizarre situation.\n\n"So you're the space alien, huh?"\n\nGritting your teeth, you turn around, and wind up staring a bit. What the hell? Those are... you drag your eyes up from the truly impressive chest to a face wreathed by a thick mane of scruffy golden hair, and a pair of amused lilac eyes. The blonde girl is wearing an orange-yellow shirt and black boyshorts, while next to her is, as could have been expected, Ruby Rose in an outfit not dissimilar to your own, albeit with much less stylish colors.\n\n"H-hi." Ruby grins sheepishly and raises a hand in a little wave. "Um, I kind of told my sister about you."\n\n"Yeah, no kidding," you reply flatly. Or at least you feel that way next to the new arrival.\n\n"My name's Yang Xiao Long," the tall girl says, resting her fists on her hips and grinning, which seems to be the default expression for her. "Nice to meet you, sorry about my sister."\n\n"Yaaang!" Ruby whines.\n\n"Xiao Long? So like... before misters sisters?" you ask, raising your fist and making a little bump motion.\n\n"Nah, we have different moms. So why's she think you're a space alien, anyway?" Yang inquires, tilting her head a bit.\n\n"I am <b>NOT</b> a space alien!" you shout, giving in to the urge to stamp your foot and thrust your fists down. You wince as you realize people are staring now, and growl at the two, "I am from <i>Earth</i>. I am from the third planet in the solar system, just like everyone else!"\n\n"Er." Ruby glances back and forth, then whispers, "I told you, this is Remnant. There <i>aren't</i> any other planets in our solar system, just Remnant and the moon."\n\n"Huh?" You turn and look up... and your jaw drops at the sight of a large moon with a chunk taken out of it, debris spread out around the missing piece.\n\n"Oh my God you really are a space alien," Yang murmurs, in a tone that sounds more shocked that her sister was right than at the existence of humans from another planet.\n\nYou feel like your head is spinning, and you really want to sit down. You scan the cafeteria, but see few immediate sources of respite. You do see one girl sitting up against the wall, yellow eyes raised from her book, giving you a sympathetic look... or is it pity? Still, she seems to have found a nice quiet little area. Or you could just go... away... from these weird sisters and their revelations. Or give in and talk to them like they seem to want to... it would be the path of least resistance, anyway.\n\n<hr>\n[[Go sit with the yellow-eyed girl.|MeanRWBY1x3]]\n\n[[Ditch the sisters.|MeanRWBYPlaceholder]]\n\n[[Fiiiine. Talk with Ruby.|MeanRWBYPlaceholder]]\n\n[[At least focus on Yang, she seems the cooler one.|MeanRWBYPlaceholder]]

You're not sure what comes over you, but something inside you snaps with the realization that you can't let Blake die trying to save you while you cower doing nothing. You leap forward, placing yourself in front of her instead, inexpertly swinging your sword forward into a ready position, your eyes burning as if with tears as you scream "JUST LEAVE US ALONE!"\n\nThe Grimm all jerk to a halt, as if they were playing Red Light Green Light. Then they all slowly drop to all fours, turning and beginning to amble off into the woods. Both you and Blake are left staring, you standing there with your jaw clenched and grip white-knuckled on your sword as you tremble. Slowly, Blake steps forward and rests a hand on your arm. "Easy. Easy. They're... leaving. ... What did you do?"\n\n"I... don't know?" you answer, glancing over once your neck will move again.\n\n"They did what you said. They're leaving us alone." She stares at you, then frowns thoughtfully. "... It's possible that when I awakened your Aura, it brought out your Semblance too."\n\n"Semblance...?"\n\n"The 'expression of the soul'. A sort of... super power... based on who you are. I've never heard of someone's Semblance being the command of Grimm, but..."\n\nYou look at her, then at the hindmost Beowolf. Trying to focus, you call, "Hey! Do a little dance!" It just snorts and continues to make its way back into the shadows. You shrug sheepishly. "Doesn't look like it."\n\n"Well. We'll figure it out in time. ... Thanks," she adds slowly, resting her hand on your shoulder. "You could have gotten yourself killed, but if you hadn't stepped in there..."\n\n"I... yeah," you mutter, shifting in place uncomfortably, deciding not to add, 'I don't know why the fuck I did it either.'\n\n"Stick close to me," she adds, somehow sounding like she feels the same way about saying those words as she sets off through the woods again.\n\nSoon the two of you hear the sounds of gunfire... lots of gunfire. Blake breaks into a run, <i>towards</i> it, forcing you to try and keep up. It looks like the same Beowolf pack, or another equally big one, has found someone else to pick on, that being the other two girls you were talking to last night, Yang and Coco. You guess they must be partners now, and they're certainly acting like it, Coco firing into the distant Grimm with a restonkingly huge minigun while Yang punches any that get through the fireline with her gold-gauntleted fists. When Coco runs out of loaded ammo she collapses the gun into a tiny makeup case looking thing while Yang takes over firing the gun arpertures on her gauntlets into the Grimm while Coco smashes any that get through the blonde's line of fire with the case, sending them flying.\n\nBlake heSimates, then leaps forward to join the other two, slicing her blade through a Beowolf that had been coming up on Coco's side. You wince, but join in on the other side, yelping and stabbing forward reflexively as a Beowolf comes at you, and actually managing to get it right in the throat completely by accident, the monster starting to mist and dissolve as you yank your sword free and bump back against the others. You can see some of the Beowolves departing, apparently the ones that were in the group earlier, but the rest come at you in wave after wave. But now guarded on all four sides (even if yours is obviously the weakest), the little group of you manage to hold them off until... until their numbers are depleted! It takes you several seconds of silence to realize that you actually <i>won</i>!\n\n"Whew! Not a bad workout!" Yang says, putting a hand to her shoulder and rolling her arm. "Hey Blake, hey Layla. Coco and I could've taken 'em, pretty sure, but thanks for the assist."\n\n"We might've, but I probably would have messed up my hair in the process," Coco adds with a grin. "So something to be grateful for about you showing up."\n\nBlake nods. "... Glad to." She glances towards the woods, heSimates again... then sighs a little. "Since we're all here, we may as well continue together. That's the smart thing to do, with this many Grimm around."\n\n"Yeah, this is one heck of a test, never seen a Grimm infestation this bad," Yang adds, rubbing the back of her head. "You're right, though. Hopefully we can find my sister on the way."\n\nNow four strong, you begin making your way through the forest. Eventually you exit the treeline, finding a little open-air shrine or temple of some kind. Blake and Coco both move forward, Coco confidently sweeping a Queen off of the pedestal, while Blake takes a Pawn, staring at it bitterly.\n\nThat's when everything goes to hell.\n\n<hr>\n[[People dropping from the sky, riding around on giant bird monsters, and being chased by a giant scorpion later...|MeanRWBY1x6]]

You have only a few seconds to figure out some way to give yourself a faint chance of survival. You do your best to force your body to curl into a ball, wrapping your shielded arm around your legs so that at least maybe it and your shins will take the brunt of it. Sure you'll shatter your arm and legs but hey at least there's a very, very small chance some of the rest of your body will come through intact!\n\nJust as you're bracing yourself to hit a tree, your eyes squeezing tightly closed, you feel something wrap around your middle and yank you out of the air, knocking the wind out of you. In fact, it's an arm! You're hugged close to someone's body as they catch on the end of something and bank, swinging in a wide arc and then landing on the branch of a tree with a jolt. There's the sound of gunfire from nearby, and the sound of something hitting a palm. You peek open curiously... and find a pair of yellow eyes peering back at you curiously. "B-Blake!"\n\n"Were you seriously going to try and tank a direct hit to the <i>trunk</i> of the tree?" the black and white-clad girl asks incredulously, shaking her head. "You're either a complete maniac or you have a stronger Aura than anyone I've ever heard of."\n\n"I... I didn't know what else to do," you whimper, stepping away a bit as she releases you... then yelping and clinging to the trunk. "What the heck is Aura?!"\n\n"... You..." Blake puts a hand to her head. "Don't you have any training at all?"\n\n"No!" you blurt. "I got shanghaied into this without anyone explaining anything! This is all crazy!"\n\nYou look over at Blake and see her scowling. "... I'm going to get to the bottom of this, if that's true. But since you're now my partner, apparently, my fate is tied to yours. I'm not ready to give up just yet." She heSimates, then steps forward. "Here. Let go of the trunk and turn towards me."\n\nYou wince and consider telling her to go screw, but considering she did just save your life, you're willing to give her a little leeway. You slowly let go of the treetrunk and turn on the branch to face her, trying not to jump in surprise as she steps in close and rests a hand on the back of your head and tilts yours forward. "What are you-"\n\n"Just... be quiet. And try to relax," Blake murmurs in reply, looking a little uncomfortable as she leans her head forward to touch her forehead to yours. She takes a deep breath, and you suddenly feel... warm. And yet, it's strange... it's like you're sitting in a dark room, but completely comfortable there, as if the darkness were warmth and happiness wrapped all around you like a blanket. You can barely hear Blake's soft voice speaking, you're so lost in the sensation. "We are born of shadows, children of the wilds, taking up arms against inevitability. We will not go quietly, but hand in hand and raging into the night. We will rise from subjugation and show our strength, and so achieve immortality."\n\nYou take in a sharp breath as an intense tingling sensation passes over your body, raising goosebumps across every inch of your skin. You blink a few times, stepping back, suddenly not feeling so ill at ease on the branch. "What was that?"\n\n"I awakened your Aura. Mmf, just took a little of mine," Blake murmurs, shifting her shoulders, eyes looking a little heavier... then they blink. "Something... your eyes did something just now."\n\n"Huh?" You blink, touching a lower eyelid as if that would let you see.\n\n"It was just for a moment, like a symbol or something." She looks you up and down... then winds up staring at the top of your head. "... Your hair is sticking up," she murmurs in a slightly choked voice, which seems a little melodramatic for some static stick.\n\nStill, you make a soft sound of dismay and reach up, feeling... yes, two bits of hair have poked up atop your head. Heck, with that position and the way they're doing, they're practically like cat ears. You smooth them back down, then huff. "So what now?"\n\n"We'll try to finish out the exam. Hopefully we can avoid any Grimm, and once we get back to the Academy, I'm going to demand some answers about what they've done to you," Blake answers with an almost growl in her voice, which you... kind of find sexy? Maybe it's the fact she seems so offended on your behalf, and you do like things that are about you. In any event, she's soon helping you down from the tree, and the two of you set off through the forest.\n\nUnfortunately, Blake is soon proven wrong on one count, as you get your first look at a 'Grimm'. They're huge! Bigger than you! They look like werewolves or something, with long arms tipped with wicked-looking claws, and skull faces with glowing red eyes! Fighting hard not to just wet yourself and run screaming into the forest, you nevertheless back up until you bump up against a treetrunk, clutching your sword's grip with both hands as the creatures start pressing in from a half-circle in front of you. "B-Blake, there's a lot of them! Are there usually that many of them?!"\n\n"No, this is a big pack even for Beowolves," Blake replies quietly, narrowing her eyes. She glances over at her shoulder, and you can tell that she tried not to show that she winced. "... Just stay behind me as well as you're able, okay?" She shifts a little to stay in front of you as the first of the creatures charges, leaping towards her. She stabs upwards with her own katana-like blade while ducking and shifting, obviously hitting some vulnerable spot with her quick shot as the creature gives a yowl of pain and then thuds limply beside you, making you scream. "Stop! Try to control your emotions! They feed on fear!" Blake snaps as the evil shadowy things indeed seem to redouble their interest, three of them charging in at her, forcing her to back towards you as she slashes the throats of two and fires the gun portion of her weapon into the belly of the third.\n\nAs more and more of the Beowolves attack, Blake keeps fending them off, doing her very best to defend you, but it's clear she's steadily being overwhelmed. She takes out four of one group, but the next gets in and grabs her by the hair, forcing her to twist and stab it repeatedly before firing into its leg, looking a little more like panic fire than anything else.\n\n<hr>\n[[Do something!|MeanRWBY1x5]]\n\n[[You can't do anything!|MeanRWBY]]

You've never really trusted another person in your life. People are for trying to control, because if you don't they'll just as happily try to control you. Half the time you ever went full Alpha Bitch on someone, it was because it was that or be a Beta Bitch, you know that. You think you know that. But Blake has helped you, risked her life for you multiple times, and no matter how you look at it you can't see any longer game here where she's trying to play you. So slowly, you nod. "... Yes. I trust you."\n\n"Alright. The weak spot is right where its neck and body meet, you'll see a slight gap in the feathers, but it will be hard to tell because the feathers and skin are the same color, so look sharply." She turns and raises her voice, calling, "Yang! Get on its back and get ready to catch Layla!"\n\n"Got it!" the blonde calls, shifting and then swinging her lower body around, hand gripping the edge of the Nevermore's beak and letting go just as that beak slaps closed like a giant pair of scissors, running along the back of its head and dropping to grip in its feathers.\n\n"Coco," Blake begins.\n\n"You need me to guide it close enough for you to get Layla there, got it," Coco interrupts, shifting her weapon to its minigun form. "Where do you need it?"\n\n"Closer than that second pillar out."\n\n"On it." Coco changes her position, then opens fire, the explosive shells bursting behind the Nevermore. It shrieks and banks, changing course, Coco keeping the pressure on it, hitting its lower part a few times to cause it to jerk and twitch, Yang bounced around on its back. \n\nBlake wraps an arm around your middle. "Ready?"\n\n"As ready as I was to get launched off a cliff," you reply weakly.\n\n"Try to be a little more ready," Blake says wryly, before lifting you and running forward, leaping into the air while you try (and this time succeed) to not scream. Blake flings her weapon out, its blade hitting into a stone and swinging the two of you in a low arc, and at the height of it a second Blake splits off from the one holding you and goes flying into the air. Blake lets the two of you go around again, coming up to almost the full height before tossing you up into the air. The cloned Blake catches you by the hand and twists, tossing you down and towards the careening Nevermore, disappearing the moment your hand is out of its. It looks like you're going to overshoot and go sliding along the wing and then topple to your death, but Yang's hand snaps up and grabs yours, yanking you down against her side.\n\nYou take just one precious heartbeat to be overcome with terror, then look forward. There! A sort of raise in the feathers at the back of its neck! You shift, raising both hands, then stab forward right into the middle. The Nevermore screams shrilly and then goes limp, starting to drop out of the air, black smoke raising from its body. Yang stands up, arm still around your middle, and fires off her other gauntlet as she leaps off the dying Grimm's back, landing on the ground in a tumble and skid, winding up with you in a princess carry. "Good job, cute stuff," she compliments with a grin, leaning in to kiss your cheek, which makes you blush for some stupid reason.\n\n"Wow," you hear noodleboy whispering as he watches the Nevermore crash into the side of the canyon and explode into a burst of smoke and feathers.\n\n"Are we done now?" you can't help but whine.\n\n<hr>\n[[You're done. For now.|MeanRWBY1x8]]

You cling to the edge of the stone pillar with all your might, your knuckles white and desperately willing your fingertips not to sweat. You toss a glance back towards the bridge... the hot redhead from the recruitment poster and the equally hot guy in green are fighting that scorpion thing, while the hyper girl with orange hair and the noodly blonde dude are further along the bridge.\n\nYou wince at a shriek and the sound of shotgun blasts. Sounds like Yang is still in that giant bird monster's <i>beak</i>, and another different shriek says that her sister and her new friends are trying to deal with that griffin thing. You feel a deep sense of relief as a hand wraps around your wrist and Blake hauls you up atop the pillar. Looks like it's you, her, Coco, and Ruby's new partner.\n\n"Weiiiiiss! I have a plaaaaaan!" Ruby calls as the griffin flies by, the red-caped girl dangling from its tail.\n\n"As <i>if</i>!" Weiss calls back, sniffing haughtily and starting to turn away.\n\nMaybe it's the instant dislike that comes of recognizing an equal and thus equally aggravating soul, or the fact that she's still acting like that despite the fact that you could all die. You whirl towards her, feeling that strange crying-like heat in your eyes again as you look her right in the face and snap, "Oh would you just <i>listen to her</i>?!"\n\nThe white-haired girl goes glassy-eyed for a moment, then blinks and shakes her head. "... Right. Right, of course! I'm coming, Ruby!" she calls, one of those weird white glowing circle thingies appearing under her feet before she launches off towards the griffin.\n\n"We have to take that thing out before it either swallows Yang or knocks out another pillar, preferably before either," Blake murmurs as if to herself, watching the circling giant crowlike monster. She pauses, then looks at you. "... Layla, do you trust me?"\n\n"W-what?!"\n\n"Your blade is Mistralian master quality, it's the sharpest one we have. If you attack that Nevermore in a weak spot with that, we could kill it almost instantly. But it will be dangerous. I believe in you and believe you can do it... but you have to trust me. I <i>know</i> that's asking a lot, and if you knew me you'd know what it means for me to ask this. But all I can ask is, do you trust me?"\n\n<hr>\n[[Yes.|MeanRWBY1x7]]\n\n[[No.|MeanRWBY]]

This is crazy. This is all crazy. And clearly you're crazy, because the next words out of your mouth are "I'll stay."\n\n"Good. I think you're making the right decision." Ozpin looks you in the eyes over the rims of his little round spectacles. "You're far more pivotal than you believe yourself to be, Miss Mercer. I think you will find yourself constantly surprised by the person you can be if you continue on this path." Then he turns and walks off, Professor Goodwitch heSimating before turning and stalking off after him with the 'we really need to talk about this' stomp.\n\n"Layla, are you sure about this?" Blake asks, turning towards you with a worried set in her eyes.\n\n"I... not entirely," you admit. "But... I don't know. ... I'd probably hold you all back though," you add, squirming at the odd sincerity of worrying about how the others would do. "Maybe I really should-"\n\n"Look, it's like Ozpin said, you can learn the skills anytime," Yang says, stepping over and putting a hand on your shoulder. She grins and thumbs at herself. "Like now! And from us!"\n\n"Right. We're a team now, we may as well start acting like it by supporting you," Coco adds, leaning an arm on Yang's shoulder and adjusting her sunglasses.\n\n"I... thank you," you murmur, lowering your head a little.\n\n"... We should go check out our dorm room," Blake says, smiling just a little and turning to lead the way. You guess she's going to be doing that a lot from now on.\n\nThe dorm room turns out to be fairly large, albeit somewhat less so due to having to acommodate four fairly sizeable beds. Yang eyes them, tapping her chin, then grins and raises a finger. "Let's make 'em into bunkbeds!"\n\nBlake opens her mouth... pauses, seems to think about it... then shakes her head. "... No. That would be silly."\n\n"Aw!"\n\n"Leader."\n\n"Psh."\n\n"Hm hm hm." Coco is flipping through a book with her thumb, other fist against her hip as she reads. "According to this, 'Non-coed teams may request consolidations of the sleeping arrangements as they see fit.' So we could have them switch out the single beds with doubles or even a quad. That'd save a pretty good amount of space."\n\n"Hey, that's great!" Yang grins even broader, an extra sparkle in her lilac eyes. "I certainly wouldn't mind." She gives you a look that somehow makes you feel like you should be worried.\n\n"I..." Blake starts, then sighs. "I suppose that's not an entirely awful idea. <i>If</i> everyone's on board with it." She looks at you, hopefully... you wonder if she's hoping you'll save her from being the sole one to shoot down the idea, or hoping that you'll pick one of the options she likes.\n\n<hr>\n[[Individual beds.|MeanRWBY]]\n\n[[Partner beds.|MeanRWBY]]\n\n[[Team bed.|MeanRWBY]]

"Jaune Arc, Nora Valkyrie, Pyrrha Nikos, and Lie Ren. You will be Team Juniper, led by... Jaune Arc."\n\nYou watch as the redhead gives noodleboy's shoulder a congratulatory shake, and he looks like he's going to fall over from it. They shuffle off, allowing the next group to step forward as they're called up.\n\n"Ruby Rose, Reese Chloris, Weiss Schnee, and Nebula Violette. You will be Team Rowan, led by... Ruby Rose."\n\nWeiss looks like she'd like to argue, but then nods slowly as if in agreement, actually looking rather contented as she follows her new teammates off of the stand.\n\n"Blake Belladonna, Layla Mercer, Yang Xiao Long, and Coco Adel."\n\nYou suppose that isn't too much of a surprise, considering. You're still not entirely sure what you're even doing here, but somehow standing there between Blake and Yang doesn't feel too bad.\n\n"You will be Team Black, led by... Blake Belladonna."\n\nAgain, not much of a surprise. For one of the first times in your life, you find yourself honestly happy for someone other than yourself. You smile and look aside towards Blake, to find that she has a rather troubled look on her face herself. The expression becomes stormy as the ceremony finishes and she grabs you by the wrist, tugging you along, Yang and Coco falling in behind you curiously as she hurries down a hallway after the retreating teachers. "Headmaster! Headmaster, I need to speak with you!"\n\nOzpin stops and turns, placidly raising his coffee cup to sip it, Professor Goodwitch stopping and turning as well, narrowing her eyes at Blake. "Miss Belladonna, that is <i>not</i> the proper way of requesting the Headmaster's time and attention, you will-"\n\n"It's alright," Ozpin interrupts calmly, turning his attention to Blake as she comes to a halt in front of him.\n\n"Did you know that Layla doesn't have <i>any</i> combat training whatsoever?" your partner demands, glowering into his eyes.\n\n"Hey, that's right!" Yang blinks, then starts scowling herself. "She said she wasn't even from Remnant, and she made a pretty convincing argument."\n\n"She said she was 'shanghaied' into this, is Beacon actually kidnapping people and forcing them to be Huntresses now?" Blake continues, Coco lowering her sunglasses to show off her narrowed eyes, all three of your teammates now fearlessly squaring up to the man that could kick them out of school on your behalf. That alone is enough to make your head swim more than fighting monsters did.\n\n"While it's true that Miss Mercer lacks the same amount of training the rest of you have, I can assure you she was not 'shanghaied'," Ozpin answers dryly, sipping his coffee again. "It was her decision to become a Huntress... even if she wasn't quite aware of all that entailed. However, that is true of many of our students, no matter how trained."\n\n"Layla?" Blake glances at you.\n\n"I... I did say I wanted to be a Huntress," you answer after a moment, almost surprising yourself at the honesty. "I saw a poster with that Pyrrha girl on it, and it said Huntresses commanded respect."\n\n"There, you see? Despite Miss Mercer's lack of training, she proved quite the asset to you, did she not?"\n\n"She did. She put herself in danger for me several times," Blake answers, actually stepping a little closer to you as she says it. You're not even sure she realizes she did it. "Which is why-!"\n\n"Which is why she should be a Huntress," Ozpin interrupts smoothly. "That is the very definition of what it is to be one, Miss Belladonna... putting yourself between other people and danger. It's clear she has what it takes to be a Huntress, and the very fact that you are here defending her proves it, I think. Combat skills can be learned and refined from anyone at any time, this school is here to winnow out those that have what it takes to show the <i>spirit</i> of a Huntress or Hunstman. However," he adds with a sigh. "We are not some sort of press gang. If Miss Mercer truly does not wish to be a Huntress, she is of course free to leave. We have several late arrivals that could be sorted into your team... Mister Daishi, perhaps, or Miss Altan."\n\n"... Layla?" Blake asks, looking over at you.\n\n<hr>\n[[Leave.|MeanRWBY2x1]]\n\n[[Stay.|MeanRWBY1x9]]

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

You kind of want to avoid the potential for your 'Pokemon' to hit on you. Maybe picking an 'A-Class' just means she hands you a plush toy to carry around with you. Oh hey, maybe you'll get to keep it! "I'll take an A-class Pokemon, please," you reply politely.\n\n"Hm, alright. I think we're mostly out of the standard starters for those," she muses as she moves over to a computer and types on it briefly. "Hm. Looks like right now we've got an Abra, a Meowth, and a Pikachu."\n\nYou can't help but grin. "Wow, a psychic-type as a starter. Too bad none of the games ever let you do that."\n\n"Well, this one's a little willful, dear, I'd be careful about picking him, even though obviously there are benefits to having a powerful Pokemon right out of the gate. Actually, we also have an Eevee, it looks like," she notes, scrolling through the list. "That's part of a mini-event that's only just ended, but everything's still in place from it so I don't see why you couldn't go ahead and take part. Basically we'll give you a map to several areas with different stones to evolve your Eevee into whatever evolution of it you want. Of course you'll still have to <i>get</i> the stones, and Eevee isn't the strongest starter you could have for that, but. Anyway, you can have any of the four that you like, just let me know your choice."\n\n<hr>\n[[Abra.|PokeSam]]\n\n[[Meowth.|PokeSam2x2]]\n\n[[Pikachu.|PokeSam]]\n\n[[Eevee.|PokeSam]]

You have the vaguest impressions of what your master knows. What your master does. What he sees. Some part of you that is still faintly Wilma recognizes when her friend Tanya appears in the ring and X-ecution steps out into it, and watches as she prepares to do all she can to fight.\n\nThat part of you watches as she's just as effortlessly defeated. And it feels joy as it watches her tossed to the zombie horde, watches what was once Wilma's body help the others to grope and tease and undress Tanya as the guillotine is raised. Because as she's pushed onto the bench and locked into place, all the other souls are trembling with excitement, knowing what's coming as all of you extend from your master's armor as his mighty phantasmal phallus.\n\nYou and the other captured souls silently shriek in pleasure as Tanya's pussy spreads open around you. You can feel it, hot and quivering and growing ever more wet, squeezing around you. You're fulfilling your eternal purpose, to violate the holes of your master's challengers, to either assist them in joining the ranks of the worshipful or be destroyed as unworthy. But the quivering cunt of this worthy challenger that was once your friend is very nice, and squeezes all the harder and more pleasurably around you when she orgasms, clutching down on you even more when the blade drops and her head goes tumbling to the cobblestones. Soon all of you are issuing forth a little bit of your essence into the corpse whose pussy you're buried in, pouring out a little bit more of your self and identity to raise it as a fresh new soldier for the ranks.\n\nSoon after Tanya's tongue and cheeks and throat-hole are caressing over you, pleasuring you, as her headless body displays its devotion. And then her face is pushed forward, into you, and Wilma's friend's soul slides in along all the rest, with you gleefully joining the others in pressing in around it, into it, formlessly raping it as you were raped into being part of the cock collective.\n\nWhat a joyful eternity, the mindless souls of X-ekution's cock think in perfect sync as they're once more drawn back into their master's armor.\n\n<b>Wilma in Funland</b> end - <i>The cock collective</i>

You'll... linger inside a little longer. You'll go out when you have some money to go out with, and not the same twenty pairs of black thigh highs, black pleated skirts, white shirts, and white panties. (Gah, you have to dress like a cartoon character.)\n\nAlright, so ways you can make money around the house. Well, you could always ask [[the maids|Kyoko]]... maybe they have chores they don't want to do themselves they'd be willing to pay you to do, or lines on ways to make a bit of extra money, or they might even loan you some! And a devious part of your brain whispers, they might even pay you to do fun things that you already considered doing with them at one point.\n\nAhem. Anyway, aside from the maids, you could also use the computer. Let's see... you could try to [[sell things online|Kyoko]], or if you dug up some starting funds you could try your hand at [[investing|Kyoko]], you've always thought you had the head for it. Hm... the computer also has a [[webcam|Kyoko]], there are some possibilities there! ... Non-lewd ones! (Okay maybe a few lewd ones too.) And hm... though this computer can't run very many [[online games|Kyoko]], you think you've heard that in just about every Japanese MMO, there are people willing to pay for items, help on quests, and even entire game accounts. You'd have to start from almost the very bottom... some old free-to-play game, most likely, and very slowly work your way up to being able to afford a better computer and subscription games, but you could eventually live fairly comfortably without ever leaving the room!

"Could I please just... not do this whole school thing?" you ask after a few moments of silence.\n\n"Now why would you ask for that?" Ryoko says in an infuriatingly reasonable tone. "I thought you liked school. And you were supposed to learn a few lessons about the needs of a Japanese high school student."\n\n"I..." You sigh, putting both hands to your head. "... Look, I know. I stopped thinking about the students, and only thought about pleasing the teachers and parents. Maybe it was selfish, and I know it was wrong. You've taken my entire identity away from me in punishment. Do I really also have to endure day after day of people treating me like I'm... like I'm this fictional person? Until what, until they've reinforced it enough that I completely lose the old me? Is that what it will take before I've atoned?" You look over at her. "... And was my sin to not think of the students, or to disobey Katsuko?"\n\nRyoko is silent for several moments, cutting a few more bites of her steak and chewing slowly. Finally she sets down her utensils and lifts a napkin to dab at her mouth. "Well. High school is not mandatory in Japan, and I suppose I would be a hypocrite of the highest order if I went through all of this to achieve more choice and freedom for students and then did not let my own charge make a choice about whether to attend. If you truly wish, I will have you taken off the rolls."\n\nYou give a relieved nod, before she starts speaking again. "However, I have no intentions of fully bankrolling someone who intends to be a NEET." You're fairly aware of the acronym's meaning and its connotations and wince a little at the idea of it being applied to you. "So, if you are not going to go to high school, the privileges you receive from me will be quite limited. A basic computer, clothes as I deem necessary, and a very small monthly allowance. Anything else you want, you will have to earn the money for yourself. Get a job, do chores about the neighborhood... well, as you see fit, really, I won't put any restrictions on you, but if you get yourself into trouble I'll most likely also leave you to get yourself out of it."\n\n"That... seems fair," you allow with a little bob of the head.\n\nYou spend the next few days resting and acclimating a little bit more... okay, and probably enjoying your newly young, tight, and sensitive body a bit more. But after a few days the sparseness of your room and the lack of any real entertainment starts to gnaw at you. It's not like you were a layabout before, but you always enjoyed being able to spend your free time as you liked. You used a lot of it studying, admittedly, but not all of it... and studying at the moment seems a little silly anyway. Even your apparently meager allowance won't be given until the beginning of next month, and from the sound of it, it might be just enough to buy yourself a book. Maybe two if Ryoko is seized by a generous whim. So it seems obvious you're going to have to earn some money yourself somehow.\n\nThe question is, do you look for ways to get money around the house, or without leaving it? You know at this point if you don't leave the house you're bordering on graduating from "NEET" (Not in Education, Employment, or Training) to "hikkikomiri" (shut-in), but still, you're kind of nervous facing the world in your new identity.\n\n<hr>\n[[Go out.|Kyoko]]\n\n[[Stay in.|Kyoko4x2]]

Your gacha addiction starts itching, and after a second you give in and pass the sheet back to the blonde. "I think I'll try a secret prize draw."\n\n"Oooo, fun!" she chirps, clapping her hands together and causing a fair bit of jiggling in the process. "This way, please!" \n\nShe leads you to the back of the store, where a low table's been set up with a large box on top. It's Earth-patterned (of course) and has red question marks dotted about various places. "Go ahead and reach in and pick something out!" the clerk says, gesturing to the box with both hands. "Take your time deciding what you're going to draw!"\n\nYou nod, then reach your arm in. You immediately feel a number of things bumping against it... you kind of expected just a bunch of tickets with things written on them, like the prize sheet, but apparently they've got actual items in the box. You rummage around a little, glancing occasionally at the blonde to see if your attempts at figuring out what you're actually bumping into are forbidden, but she just continues to smile cheerfully. (Maybe she's on a few 'natural' substances to help deal with working customer service herself.) Let's see... what might the 'grand prize' even be, anyway? You have no idea, so finally you just close your hand around something...\n\n<hr>\n[[... tubular.|GGLC2x2]]\n\n[[... squishy.|GGLC]]\n\n[[... crinkly.|GGLC]]\n\n[[... scratchy.|GGLC]]\n\n[[... gooey?!|GGLC]]

You open your mouth to brush off the idea... then close it and consider. Then you grin as you ask, "Well, what would you suggest, Zane?"\n\n"Ooo, there's lots of spells that are good for punishing naughty boys like that," Zane purrs, tail lashing against your back with excitement as he settles onto your shoulder. "There's the Chocolate Mouse Curse, that's my favorite for an obvious reason, you can turn them into little mice and catch them to punish them more later!"\n\n"There's a movie like that, isn't there?"\n\n"That spell might be a little famous, but I promise you won't lose your hair or toes, Myistress. But there's also the Pretty Nice Children spell that will turn them into their own worst nightmare of what a sweet, well-behaved kid is like, with an added twist, nyahaha! And if you think turning them into something cute is good, even better is the Teddy Bear Tantrum hex, that's even cuter and sillier!"\n\n"Hm... don't all of those risk someone finding out, some way or another, though...?"\n\n"It doesn't usually come up, Myistress, witches get special abilities to seem harmless to parents and authorities. But if you're worried about that, there's always the Pleasure Island Trap... it creates a space that only exists in a magical realm, so they'd go there instead of here. And, well, there's one other thing you could do, nya..."\n\n"What's that?"\n\n"Well, you could fuck the wicked right out of them," Zane says cheerfully, making you start a little. "And into yourself, nya! They'd become nice, well-behaved boys after it was all done... and you'd have more magic to work with!"\n\nThose are certainly some interesting options! Still, you've already decided these boys need an attitude adjustment... or maybe just some outright punishment. The best spell seems to be...\n\n<hr>\n[[The Chocolate Mouse Curse.|HollyWitch4x1]]\n\n[[The Pretty Nice Children Spell.|HollyWitch]]\n\n[[The Teddy Bear Tantrum Hex.|HollyWitch]]\n\n[[The Pleasure Island Trap.|HollyWitch]]\n\n[[Fuck the wicked out of them.|HollyWitch1x6]]

"I don't know... I think maybe we should have taken some of that stuff... it only seems like it's going to get darker further on in."\n\n"I'm telling you, Lily, that stuff gave me a bad feeling." Kaya hugged her naked body a little, shuddering a little. "We've already been through enough without getting any other strange substances all over us."\n\n"Yeah I guess," her pink-haired friend murmured, blushing a little as a hand wandered downward towards her still slightly slime-coated pussy before yanking it back. "... Hey, there's some light up ahead, at least?"\n\n"Yeah. It's pretty bright, what is..." Kaya blinked, brushing some of her pale brown hair away from her face. "Wow. That... is a really big mushroom. It's super bright, too."\n\nThe two gradually approached the massive fungus jutting up from the center of the tunnel. It was somewhat taller than either of them, with a long, spreading cap on the top almost like a fat, glowing green umbrella, capping a fishbelly white main body. As they got closer, both realized that there was a sprout-off from the main body... about halfway up its thick trunk split into a second mushroom that was jutting forward just as much as the other one grew upwards. Both girls flushed a little as they realized that the second mushroom's less flared, fatter, and slightly longer head gave the overall impression of a broad-capped man with a cock almost as big as himself jutting from his crotch.\n\n"Weird," Kaya murmured, then gave a few coughs. "Gah, it's hot around these things, I thought they grew in cold places!"\n\n"D-don't look at me," Lily replied, coughing a bit herself. Her skin was taking on a flush, a shiver running through her. "It's... it's definitely warm, though."\n\n"Yeah." The brown-haired girl edged past the giant, rather lewd fungus, continuing on. She paused, though, as she realized something... had the pair of mushrooms not been so bright, she would have walked right by the split-off tunnel, its opening angled and colored to match the darker areas of stone. "Hey, hey Lily, look!" Stepping over, she stretched out a hand, feeling cool air brush across it. "There's a breeze... I bet this goes to the surface!"\n\n"Oh God thank you," Lily groaned, hurrying after her friend as they hurried down the slightly cramped passage, relieved that it quickly angled up. She blushed a little as they were soon forced into some moderate climbing, leaving her to look directly at Kaya's bare pussy and pucker. She flushed even more as she realized that her friend was steadily growing wetter, those lips more plump and flushed... and could feel her own getting much the same. "H-hey, Kaya, do you... do you feel, like, odd at all?"\n\n"M-maybe a little..." Kaya admitted, her face flushing more deeply. "It's probably nothing though. Maybe those mushrooms were putting off some sort of, I dunno, spores, and we're having a minor reaction."\n\n"Yeah... that seems likely," Lily agreed, somehow feeling intensely relieved and satisfied. "Probably just some spores."\n\n"Yeah. Spores are okay though, right?"\n\n"I think they're okay, yeah," the pink-haired girl answered, starting to smile dreamily, eyes glazing over the tiniest amount. "Actually, I think I like spores a lot."\n\n"Me too. Spores... are good," Kaya agreed, spying the opening of the cavern, and the slowly brightening dawn sky above it. Her hands looked a little pale as she grabbed the edge of the opening and hauled herself out onto the ground. "Spores are good."\n\n"Spoooores," Lily cooed as she pulled herself from the confining depths of the tunnel as well.\n\n<b>Cyan and the Haunted House</b> end - <i>Spores</i>

Yelping, you drop the Meowth and scramble backwards, winding up stumbling and thudding to your ass on the ground. The Meowth, meanwhile, lands daintily on its hind paws, forepaws coming up to rest near its cheeks.\n\n"Hey toots, just 'cause we cats always land on our feet ain't no excuse to drop us!"\n\n"You... you can talk," you stammer, then point at it as it opens its mouth. "And don't give me any 'Well obviously'! Meowths aren't supposed to talk, that was... that was supposed to be special to Team Rocket's Meowth!"\n\n"Pft, those mooks?" The Meowth brushes at its whiskers a few times, rolling its eyes. "I ditched 'em, got boring. They're off makin' plots somewhere." Then he frowns thoughtfully, rubbing his chin. "Or babies. One of those, I forget which."\n\nYou blink a few times, then slowly sit up and forward, folding your legs and gripping the toes of your sneakers. "So, wait, are you telling me that you're not just an actual, real Meowth, you're... <i>the</i> Meowth?"\n\n"<b>The</b> Meowth! Man I like that!" Meowth giggles happily, the sound interrupted by some purring as he happily paws at his whiskers again. "<i>The</i> Meowth! Star of the show, really, even if they didn't get everything right! I'm <i>the</i> Meowth, I love it!"\n\n"Wow." You stare at him for a few minutes, then frown. "I'm Sam, by the way, nice to meet you and... wait, that means you can't use Payday, huh?"\n\n"Uh, well, not 'zactly, no," he answers, glancing off to the side.\n\n"So you're not gonna have that many benefits as a starter, I guess."\n\n"HEY!"\n\n"No, no, sorry," you correct quickly, waving your hands. "I didn't mean it that way! I'm... weirded out but it's pretty neat, you were my favorite character on the cartoon, yeah." You smile at him, and after a moment he seems placated, settling into place again. "But... well, if I recall your Fury Swipes weren't much more than a bit painful, and without Payday..."\n\nMeowth huffs, folding his forelegs over his chest. "Well I'll have you know that I have a lot more to offer than Pokemon moves y'know! I can translate for other Pokemon for you! Y'know, talk to 'em and figure out what they want so maybe y'don't even need to fight 'em, like the twerp!"\n\nThat does make you think. The number of times Ash actually <i>caught</i> a Pokemon via combat was actually pretty small, after all, you guess that could work. "Hm."\n\n"I also know places you can go to catch the best and rarest Pokemon! I've been all over everywhere and talked to Pokemon that's been even more places! I can lead ya to a Pokemon to try'n catch that'd put any Charmander, Squirtle, Bulbasaur're Pikachu ta shame!"\n\nWhich would still be a bit difficult if you only have Meowth to fight with, but maybe you'd still be able to manage somehow. You're sitting there looking thoughtful when Meowth coughs a bit.\n\n"And I can kiiiinda use Payday." As you perk up, he continues. "They didn't include how in th' animoo 'cause of how it changed from me learnin' ta be more humanish. See, now it's called 'Moneyshot'."\n\n"Moneyshot? Like you shoot the coins like a canon or-" You trail off as the word sinks in, and you stare at him. "... What, seriously?"\n\n"Hey, wasn't my idea, that's just how it works!"\n\nYou shake your head. Well, what to do now?\n\n<hr>\n[[Wander around seeing if you can convince any Pokemon to join you.|PokeSam3x1]]\n\n[[Seek out a high-level Pokemon.|PokeSam]]\n\n[[... Use Moneyshot.|PokeSam2x4]]

You bring a hand up as she's in mid-charge, palm upward, and make a soft grabbing motion. Ogredrive lurches in mid-step, stumbling and falling to hands and knees. "Wha... what's happening?!" she gasps out, shuddering as her muscles twitch and spasm... then begin to shrink. "No! No, what are you doing?!" she shrieks as she lurches up to sit on her heels, staring at her hands as they grow smaller, the claws retracting into her fingers. \n\n"I'm taking it away," you reply calmly. "Or rather, I've taken it away. The power that was never yours, was never inside you, not the way mine was inside me."\n\n"No! No, you bi-!" She tries to leap towards you, but her twitching body just sends her sprawling forward, crawling towards you as her body continues to shrink, muscles losing definition, skin smoothing out and growing paler. "No, no, you can't, you can't do this!" she cries, the words taking on a more pleading tone as her tits shrink smaller and smaller, her ass turning milky white and losing its definition, rapidly gaining extra padding. Even her blonde hair fades darker, turning a bland, uninspired mousy brown. By the time she grabs you by the ankle, she's become a slightly pudgy twenty-something, completely and utterly average in the looks department but with a slightly oversized nose that pushes her into 'homely', looking up at you with angry brown eyes with tears in them. "I'll... I'll get you for this!" she tries to snarl, her voice no longer intimidatingly booming.\n\n"Seems unlikely," you say in a bland tone, lightly shaking off her hand and walking on, not turning as she scrambles to her feet, now trying to cover herself with her hands.\n\n"Just you wait!" she blurts. "I'll get Doc Life to juice me up again! Bigger, stronger, and even hotter than before! Then I'll teach you a thing or two!"\n\nYou stop, turning slightly to face her. "That's not going to happen." Since she still looks a bit angry and smug, you continue, watching as bit by bit your next words completely tear her world to shreds. "I've temporally locked you. You won't age, you can't be hurt, you will always be exactly the way you are at this very moment. So you're immortal and invulnerable, but you'll also never be anything other than what you are now. You can't lose weight or gain muscle, even by exercising like someone who earned their strength did. You can't even get surgery to correct those nearsighted eyes of yours. Your brain can retain new information but it can't develop new pathways or let its current ones degenerate, so you'll never get smarter or go senile. Even after the heat death of the universe, you'll be left floating in the darkness, exactly what you are now... a completely unexceptional and ordinary girl."\n\nYou turn and continue on, not looking back at the sound of someone slumping to their knees and beginning to sob. One of your cat ears does flick, however, as you arrive at the elevator, and energy crackles through the wall to your senses, preceding part of it lighting up as an image of Dr. Life and Alexa Leone in the lab.\n\n"Sam, I'm sorry that this got out of hand," Alexa says in a soothing, diplomatic tone, the words oily to the taste with insincerity even through the viewscreen. You doubt she's quite picked up on the fact that you can tell she's not the regretful, contrite mother figure she wants to come off as, since she continues, "I panicked a little when it seemed like you were going to leave us so abruptly, I didn't know if you could control your powers or if you were going to be alright, and I admit, I saw an opportunity slipping away. I overreacted. But we can still make this right."\n\n"Can't we talk this out?" Dr. Life picks up, her own voice a little sour with fear and a tiny bit spicy with anger, but lacking that slick mouth-feel of insincerity. "Please, at least let's part on good terms. I hope we could at least make amends in some way, so that you would at least undo what you did to poor Ogre-... ah... Jessica. And the guards, too, of course," she adds, obviously barely having remembered the two you sentenced to statuehood and eternal tentacle-fucking. \n\nYou stare a bit blankly at the monitor, both to let them sweat and decide what to do with their offer.\n\n<hr>\n[[Rebuff them.|FemPalV]]\n\n[[Humble them.|FemPalV]]\n\n[[Demand their submission.|FemPalV]]

"We'll stay together," both of you say almost at once, making you twitch, then give yourself a wry grin.\n\n"Okay, good, that's good, I think you're making a good decision!" Celest says, nodding eagerly. "Alright, then, I guess the question becomes <i>where</i> you want to stay together." When she notices that she has four identical eyes looking at her expectantly, she continues. "Basically, you two could [[stay with me|GGAlien9x1]]. This happens sometimes among us, and so does bringing in willing aliens to live, so you wouldn't face any real discrimination or problems. Besides, you can always just spend most of your time here with me on the ship! It's got pretty much all the amenities, and I could just have it take a few years to get us back to my planet so the two of you will have some time to adjust."\n\n"Stay with you," you murmur thoughtfully.\n\n"As in, never go back to Earth," the other you says with a bit of a frown. "Since I don't see how we could."\n\n"You could [[go back to Earth|GGAlien2x5]] if you want to," Celest asserts, making both of you look at her suspiciously. "There's a piece of technology we use when we're undercover on alien planets, it usually helps smooth over any inconsistencies with backstories we tell, things like that. I could tweak a pair of them to be a bit stronger, and you could just tell people, even people you know, that you're twins and always have been, and they'll sort of convince themselves it's true."\n\n"No way," both of you snort in unison, and after a second you raise a hand and put it over your mouth, the other you nodding and being the one to say, "There's no way that'd work on my... our parents, is there?"\n\n"It would, definitely," the alien insists. "As long as you keep stories about your past as believable, consistent, and close to the truth as possible, the influence of the device will get them to make themselves believe. Even something like having twins. People's minds are already capable of self-deception, this device just sort of enhances and focuses that. It's illegal to use for purposes other than research on a non-ascended world, but I'd risk it in this case since this is obviously a needful situation. It's just a matter of you two deciding what you'd do."\n\nYou share a long look with yourself, pondering. You're fairly sure that at this point both of you will come to the same conclusion. What you decide is almost certainly what she'll decide, so what do you want to do?

"What?" Lauriel's face pales again... and the paleness continues downward, her whole body starting to lose color. "No!" she cries out, even as she tucks her other hand between her legs and begins masturbating more furiously, her body writhing more slowly than before.\n\n"That's right!" you chirp. "Hold out as long as you can, but the moment you cum, it will be the biggest orgasm you've ever had in your life... and that's what'll trigger the final transformation!"\n\n"Noooo!" the elf howls in dismay, a thread of slutty desire lacing the cry as she begins fucking her hips towards her fingers. Despite her twitching and obvious attempts to pull away, she just can't help herself, continuing to work her pussy shamelessly with both hands, shoving fingers at it or working her clit frantically. Drool runs down her chin, her head tossing and bucking. Obviously without thinking she gets up onto the balls of her feet, bending her legs and then starting to thrust her hips towards her fingers... and you. It couldn't be any more obvious that she's pleading to be fucked more shamelessly than a bitch in heat.\n\n"Please, please, stop, no, don't do it, or at least fuck me," Lauriel whines pathetically, tossing her head and arching her back, full tits lifted high as she cries out. "FUCK MEEEEEE!" she adds in a desperate howl, losing more and more of her elven dignity by the moment. \n\nFinally she can't hold back any longer, and with a thrust of her hips the orgasm begins slamming through her as she shrieks in animal glee. Even as grey color begins spreading outward from her cunt, passing over her fingers and down her thighs, stiffening her body permanently into its fully-displayed, begging-to-be-fucked posture, she raises her head and looks down her body. Her tongue is lolling out, lips curved in a trembling, moronic smile, her eyes rolled up some and a brainless giggle escaping her open mouth. And that expression of completely idiotic and graceless pleasure is the one forever frozen on her face as the line of grey stone sweeps up over her tits, neck, and head, her golden hair becoming the same slightly rough grey rock as the rest of her but serving well to hold her head up. Good... you wouldn't want it to fall off and go rolling away, losing that lovely 'mindless slut' look.\n\n"I guess tomorrow morning, I'll have to go take a look at <i>my</i> new garden," you declare with a smirk, moving to lift the statue off the bed. "And decide just where 'Portrait of an Elf Whore' should go."\n\n<hr>\n[[Game over.|MeanLove3axEnd]]

Devious World (alpha 99-F)

Deciding that maybe you won't enter that particular magical realm, you flip to the next page to look at the female names. As you do a wave of vertigo washes over you, causing you to stumble and drop the book. You don't hear it hit the floor, but you do hear the clatter of your hooves on the ground.\n\nWait... hooves?\n\nYou blink repeatedly as everything comes back into focus from your vision swimming. You're no longer in a library... instead you're standing amidst trees at the side of a hard-packed dirt road. Birds are chirping and the sun is shining. You look down at yourself and stare... the first thing you see, since it's hard to see anything else past them, are a pair of immense bare breasts. Your breasts. They're bigger than your head! You lift them up with both hands, feeling them pillow in your hands slightly despite how firm and proud they are. You take more notice of your arms once the shock wears off, seeing that they're tan and muscular. You look over your shoulder and... yup. You have a horse's ass. Or rather, a horse's lower body, starting just below your human waist, a deep black hide with a blue-streaked tail. You reach up to pat at your hair... it's longer than it used to be, a thick, well, mane of it, but is still black with blue tips. The only thing you seem to have on you is a quiver and bow, the strap holding both slung across your upper body and going between your huge tits.\n\nYou're a centaur.\n\n"... Well," you murmur, stamping a hoof thoughtfully and looking down at yourself. "That's a hell of a thing."\n\nYour ears perk up some (they're now long and backswept, sort of like an anime elf's) at a sound coming down the road. More equines. Or rather, you realize as you squint an impressively long way down the road, a band of adventurers. At the sight of them, a sudden surge of something aggressive wells up inside you... you want to attack! You want to drive right at them, destroy them all, pillage their gear!\n\n<hr>\n[[Do it!|GGCentaur]]\n\n[[No, an ambush is better!|GGCentaur]]\n\n[[Whoa gurl, slow your roll.|GGCentaur1x2]]

"So you're sure this is the place?" the officer asked with a frown.\n\n"Yes, this is definitely the last place they were reported seen, one of the neighbors even noticed them going inside," one of the pair of men accompanying him answered, frowning deeply.\n\n"If this perverted creep has done anything to my Felicity," the other growled, clenching his fists.\n\n"Well, that seems unlikely, sir, a single woman lives here," the officer replied. And his favorite blogger, for that matter, he realized after a glance at the information on his job phone. "So it's possible she's in danger too. Just keep calm and we'll check things out, alright?" Really, having a pair of emotional fathers along on this call was the last thing he wanted, but the situation at the station had been so tense it had seemed the only way to keep things from exploding. Hopefully the girls had just stayed out way too late at a party they'd found and would show up soon, but for now it had to be checked out. He walked up to the door and knocked. "Hello?" Ringing the bell as the men behind him fidgeted, the officer then knocked again. "Police, is anyone home?"\n\nHe wasn't sure if what he had necessarily constituted probable cause, but on a whim he tried the handle, and blinked a little as the door opened easily. Glancing at the missing girls' fathers, he rested a hand on the grip of his gun and undid the fastener as he stepped in. "Ma'am, this is the police, I'm entering your residence since the door is unlocked and I need to ascertain your safety." With the other two trailing behind him, he walked through the entryway... and all of them stopped in shock.\n\n"Is that a... pumpkin patch?" Selina's father said in shock, staring around.\n\n"Broken right through the floor? Is she some sort of... Halloween nut?" Felicity's father blurted.\n\nThat might have been an apt description of Holly, the officer mused, but this was still pretty strange. The three of them wandered forward, distracted from the immediate and more pressing concern by the oddity of the sight. There were three particularly large pumpkins in the patch, each one easily as big as a person, though one was a bit larger than the other two, with a few other, more normally-sized pumpkins scattered at the base of them. The fathers wandered away, until one made a bit of a noise. "Hey, this one has something that looks kind of like a..."\n\n"Er... yeah, this one too."\n\nThe officer wondered what they meant, until he spotted it himself on the largest pumpkin. It looked like... a vagina. Tucked right between two of the ridges on the pumpkin's outer rind. The outside was orange and waxy like the rest of the pumpkin's skin, but it looked like it was pink and moist on the inside. He shifted a little uncomfortably... the sight of that pussy suddenly somehow made the pumpkin extremely reminiscent of a woman in a tits-down-ass-up position, with the thick vines vaguely reminding him of spread legs and clutching arms, and the two fat pumpkins down at the base of it looking like the tits. It was at a perfect angle and height, beckoning, inviting...\n\n'I'm gonna fuck that pumpkin.'\n\nThe thought was ridiculous, nonsensical, but the moment he had it he was acting on it. He unzipped and drew out his aching prick, moving up to rest a hand on the waxy rind of the pumpkin's skin, rubbing his dick against the smoothness of it a bit before pushing into the pink pumpkin pussy and its glossy orange outer lips, letting out a shameless moan as it surrounded him. In the back of his mind, some shred of rationality pestered him to wonder what the missing girls' fathers would think of him suddenly deciding to stick his cock in a gourd instead of looking for their daughters... except that they too were already balls-deep in the other pumpkin-pussies, already humping away, grunting and huffing as they fucked. The officer groaned and rested both hands on the pumpkin's smooth-puckered exterior, rubbing at it as he began working his hips, pumping himself into the pumpkin's slick, glossy cunt, feeling a strange mixture of the slick, gripping texture of a woman's inner walls and the clinging, seed-coated string-guts of a pumpkin.\n\nHe had no way of knowing that he was finally getting to fuck the attractive blonde whose blog he read mostly because he was enchanted by the selfies she included with it, nor would he ever, just as the other two would never know that they were spraying the first of several loads of the day inside their daughters. Nor did they yet know that they would from then on be compelled to return to the abandoned (and ever more claimed by the pumpkin patch) house every Halloween night, their cocks stiff and balls aching, eager to spend the entire night taking turns fucking those tight pumpkin-pussies with the gathering of other men who had ever wandered into the house and been compelled just as they had.\n\n<b>Pumpkin Punch</b> end - <i>A very sincere pumpkin patch</i>

Whoa. You take a deep breath, then let it out slowly, your bare breasts moving with the motion. Where the hell did that come from? Well, you guess you are technically a monster race now... maybe they're just naturally driven to attack adventurers or something. Would explain all the nigh-suicidal goblins in various adventures.\n\nNo, these are the first people you're meeting in this brand new world. And whether you're stuck here forever or can find a way back, you're probably going to need help. Stepping out from the shadows and onto the road, you start ambling toward them, trying not to be distracted by the weird feeling of walking on four feet or the sound of your hooves clopping on the dirt. Eventually you come into view, and see at least one crossbow being drawn. You slowly raise your hands up to the sides, keeping them well away from your bow and quiver. "Hey! I come in peace!" you call. "Don't shoot!"\n\nThe crossbow still remains raised as you approach. You can pick out details of them for quite awhile before you think they can tell you're much more than a centaur. The biggest one is a massive male covered in glimmering black-striped copper scales, with a draconic head, not wearing much more than a flap of fur and some boots and gauntlets. Another is a purple-haired woman with red skin and horns, wearing black and red robes. The one with the crossbow looks like a halfling, and judging from how eye-gouging his clothes are, probably a bard. The last is another woman who's an odd mix of slender and heavily muscled, wearing black leather pants and a stomach-baring top of the same, bands of knives strapped around her thighs, her skin a pale green color. All watch you dubiously as you trot up.\n\n"What do you want, centaur?" the dragonborn hisses, narrowing his dark yellow eyes at you.\n\n"Not to fight." You come to a stop, prancing in place just a bit. You notice they're all staring... you're not sure if a friendly centaur or your bare breasts are what's such a sight. "Actually, I've been looking for a band of people like yourselves. Go about, find some jobs, make some coin," you suggest, trying to keep it general enough that you're not assuming they're either do-gooders or villains.\n\n"You? A centaur?" the tiefling snorts, narrowing her own glowing red eyes. "You want to join up with a party that's likely headed towards civilization?"\n\nYou glance around at them all, then shrugs. "... If I was, it looks like this would be the party to do it with, right?" \n\nThat gives them a start, and they exchange glances... before the halfling bursts into laughter, setting down his crossbow across his saddle so that he can applaud. "Well said, my dear, well said! She's got you there, Amana!"\n\n"I suppose I can't really argue with that," the tiefling agrees with a long-suffering sigh, but then smiling. "If you've a hankering to join this band of misfits, I suppose I can't say you wouldn't fit in. Would you be willing to sign a magically binding contract to agree to your good intentions?"\n\n"Sure," you answer with another shrug. You have no intention of betraying them, why not?\n\n"Very well. As was just said, I am Amana Juliara, a warlock by teaching. The halfling who is nevertheless riding a horse is Bane Billingsbrook, bard of the harp. My large scaley friend is Thurkar, and behind us is Shae Shadow, a woman of many skills. We do, as you say, ride about looking for jobs that pay coin, and hopefully ones that help innocent people with problems in the process."\n\nOh good, a good-leaning party, or at least that's the mission statement. "I'm Cyan, um, Bluehoof. A centaur archer, if it wasn't obvious," you add, grinning just a bit sheepishly. \n\n"A bit more ranged ability wouldn't hurt this party. Here." Amana digs in a pouch on her belt for a moment before pulling out a folded-up paper, passing it over along with a quill. "If you're serious, sign here. I advise reading it first."\n\nYou do so. The language is precise but not overly complicated... no stealing from the party, no betraying the other members for your own gain, must make good faith efforts to save the others' lives if they're in peril. All gear split into even shares plus one share for a party fund, with exceptions for gear that one party member would obviously need over the others. Seems pretty fair, so you sign your newly-assumed fantasy name and pass it back. Amana looks at the signature for a moment, then nods and tucks the contract away again. "Well then, it is settled. Cyan Bluehoof, welcome to the Misfits."\n\n"Ah, y'know," Shae speaks up for the first time. "I've got an old chain shirt just sitting in my pack. It's enchanted so it'll... resize. Just if... you'd like to get started on some armor."\n\nOh, clothes, whew. Or is it 'oh, clothes, ew'? Part of you seems to actively rebel against the idea of covering up, a nasty shudder running through part of your mind. The rest of you wouldn't mind covering up at all, especially with something that could keep all this pretty tan skin intact.\n\n<hr>\n[[Accept.|GGCentaur1x3]]\n\n[[Refuse.|GGCentaur]]

"I don't think it's a small thing at all," you say quietly. "It's you trying to show that same kindness and generosity they showed you. You saw that I had nothing in the world but my weapon and you gave of yourself to help me get started on my new life." You smile as she looks up at you with wide eyes again. "Where I come from we call that 'paying it forward'. When someone does something good for you, you don't just accept it and go on, you try to do something good for the next person in need you come across. And then they're shown how it's better to help people too. Paying it forward is how the world becomes a better place, so don't pass it off as no big deal."\n\n"Make the world a better place?" Shae gives a soft laugh, half bitter, half wondering. "Me? Are you kidding?"\n\n"Why not you?"\n\n"Because I'm..." She trails off, glancing aside.\n\n"Why not you, Shae? You already started with me. You've just gotta keep going."\n\nThe half-orc is quiet for a long time. But finally she nods. "... I guess you're right. What Bane and Amana did for me... it's not something that stops there on that day. It's something I... try to live up to every day. And I guess the best way to do that is to... pay it forward."\n\nYou grin and nod. Shae nods back, and again you're fairly sure you see her blush. "Uh, hey, do you think you'd mind if I came over there and... sat with you?"\n\n"Hm? Nah, c'mon over."\n\nShe nods, standing and moving around the fire, settling down beside you. The two of you listen to the fire crackling and watch the woods together in silence for awhile. Eventually you feel a pressure against your side, and glance down to find the half-orc leaning against you, using your horse lower half as a rest. You grin, trying not to move and disturb her, since you're fairly sure she doesn't quite realize she's doing it.\n\nWhen Thurkar emerges for his turn on watch, it's to find Shae asleep against you, with you looking at the woods watchfully. He stares in obvious shock, but once you grin and raise a finger to your lips, he just shrugs and moves to take a seat. Not much later, Shae awakens and glances around... then makes a strangled squeaking sound before scurrying into her tent. Thurkar gives a snort that you think is a laugh. "Younglings."\n\n"How young is she?" you ask curiously. "I mean, she's pretty tall and fairly developed," you add with a gesture to your own chest... bumping against the halfway point of the upper curves of your breasts. "... For a humanoid."\n\n"Ha. No doubt she's an adult, but a youngling all the same," he answers in a philosophical tone. "Grew up tough. City streets can make you tough, just like life on plains. But different. Way I grew up, had many people to speak to. Thoughts to express. Discussions to have. Feelings. That one, has no one, nothing, maybe some master who does nothing but tell her 'go there, steal this, or it is a beating'. No matter how many years on her, that one's life began when Amana and Bane came into it. Youngling."\n\nYou nod thoughtfully, and a little sadly at that, wondering a little guiltily at all the angsty backstories you've given characters over the years. Was it possible that somewhere out there, in a world like this one, they actually had to live through all that stuff you so casually wrote? With those slightly troubled thoughts, you lean against your own lower half's back and get some sleep.\n\nThe next morning, once breakfast is had and you're on the road again, you ask Amana, "So where are we going, exactly?"\n\n"A village called Janalla. It's another day and a half or so away," she answers. "There are some tribes of orcs that live nearby that routinely harass them, and the village has generally dealt with it, but apparently recently it's become far worse. They've put out a call to hire mercenaries or soldiers to help them."\n\nYou notice that Shae's expression has darkened, and that for much of the day after that she hangs back, riding behind the rest of you. You can imagine several reasons, but have no idea which is the actual one making her act this way. Once camp is made that night, though, she speaks up. "Um... I'll go ahead and take first watch again."\n\n"Are you sure?" Amana asks with a blink. "It's Bane's turn, dear."\n\n"No, I don't mind," Shae replies, trailing off into a murmur and glancing down.\n\nThurkar gives a soft, rumbling chuckle, and Amana looks at him, then at you. Then she smiles. "Well, if you want to."\n\nOnce the others have turned in, Shae this time settles in next to you and leans against your side almost immediately. But this time she stares pensively into the flames, hugging her legs again. Obviously thinking about arriving in this village, or this job, is troubling her. But is it best to ask, or let her broach the subject on her own...?\n\n<hr>\n[[Talk.|GGCentaur1x6]]\n\n[[Wait for her.|GGCentaur]]

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

"What's wrong, Shae?" you ask quietly.\n\nYou can feel her wince slightly, and shift against you. Then she sighs. "... Places that have had problems with orcs for years are always the worst."\n\n"Because they treat you like some hostile invader?"\n\n"No. Well, sometimes. But they always assume that I'm the product of a male orc raping a female human captive, and they either blame me for the rape or act sorry for me like I'm the victim," she mutters, her stare into the fire turning into more of a glower.\n\n"I'm guessing that's not true...?"\n\nShe gives a short laugh, and this time it's all bitter. "Oh, I'm the product of rape, alright, and there was a male orc and a female human involved. But it was my mother that raped my father." Her jaw clenches visibly before she continues. "I heard it once from a... reliable source. My mother was a rich noblewoman, who was obsessed with perversity. Apparently she decided that the ultimate in denigrating sex would be to fuck an orc. So she had some mercenaries capture my father, and had him chained up in the cells under her home. When she got tired of his cock, she cut his head off and had his body burned... but by then she was pregnant with me. Apparently being pregnant with 'monster spawn' turned her on even more, and she spent the next nine months in a frenzy of banging every male she could get her hands on. Of course when I was actually born, the fun wore off and she tossed me out in the garbage, literally. I only lived because an orphan-wrangler found me."\n\n"Damn," you whisper. "That's... Shae, that's pretty fucked up." You feel her wince, and wince yourself, choosing your next words with more care. "Shae, I'm really, really sorry that happened to you. I'm sorry that someone could be so... selfish and cruel. It's not fair or right that that happened to you."\n\n"Please don't-"\n\n"It's sympathy, Shae, not pity," you interrupt. "There's a difference. You're a good person... you deserved better than that. Anyone does."\n\nShae is quiet for awhile. Then she stands and moves to stand in front of you, hands raising to rest on your shoulders. Her green eyes fix on yours, the firelight flickering along her green skin. She hesitates, as if wondering what she meant to do when she did this...\n\n<hr>\n[[Hug her.|GGCentaur]]\n\n[[Kiss her.|GGCentaur]]

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

You'll take your chances with the general purpose car. You're not sure you're ready to take on a train car full of other girls this early in the morning... same for the even stricter Japanese etiquette of what counts as being quiet.\n\nThe train arrives and you join the bustle to get in. At least you're not packed in like a sardine... looks like while this route is busy, it's not one of the arteries of the city or whatever, so while you do have to stand you have room around you and no one could 'accidentally' brush up against you anyway, so no worries on the groper account today, looks like. There are a handful of other kids around your age wearing the same uniform, and some younger ones wearing a similar one, but no one really pays any attention to you. Probably just processing you as another student and sort of tuning you out, especially this early in the morning and with all the noise. Still, it's convenient since once the train stops, you can just follow them rather than relying on your implanted memories or GPS.\n\nThe school's very normal-looking... it would probably fit right in back in America if it didn't have the brick wall around it. Let's see, according to your new memories of being a transfer student, you're supposed to go to the teacher's room and wait so you can get orientation and be introduced to the class or whatever. You head to the second story and find the doorway, and upon giving your (new) name to the person who answers when you knock, you're shown into the area with its little cubicles full of desks in various levels of customization and disarray, and sit down in the chair beside the main one of one of those. Since it seems like you'll have a few minutes, you take out your donut and finally devour it. Mmm... not as good as fresh, but still way better than the ones you could buy at the Asian market back home. Nice.\n\nNot long after you've finished licking some of the frosting off of your fingers, a slightly frazzled-looking thirty-something woman in a knee-length skirt and baggy sweater walks up. "Oy, oy, Kachime-san," she says in a tired/aggravated tone, resting a hand on her hip. "Isn't it just common sense to arrive much earlier than just 'on time' for your first day?"\n\n"Er, sorry, ma'am," you say with a contrite bow of the head, deciding to avoid getting off to a bad start by asking whose common sense that is exactly. "Everything about my moving happened a bit suddenly." Which is definitely true enough. \n\n"Well there's no time to lecture you about it now, I suppose," she says with a sigh. "I'm Kushina-sensei, your homeroom teacher. Here's your orientation material, you should look it over once we start study period," she says, handing you a stapled-together batch of papers. "Now, come along, and I'll have you introduce yourself to the class. Don't be strange about it, alright?" she adds, briefly giving you a narrow-eyed look as if having somehow sensed your inner nerd.\n\nWhich, of course, mildly encourages you to be strange about it just to flex on her, you can't help but think as you follow along after her. You're no wilting flower, you can take people thinking you're weird. And isn't this a situation you've seen so many times in anime? This is your chance to act out one of those outlandish scenarios you've laughed at or grinned at so often while watching anime! ... Also sometimes cringed at. Hm, the cringe is worth noting.\n\nAs you're considering that, Kushina-sensei slides the classroom door open, calling out an exasperated, "Hai, hai" and clapping her hands together to silence the chatter as she walks in and turns to address the class. "Alright, everyone, this is the new transfer student. She got here a little late today so we're going to have her introduce herself and then get right down to business, alright? I don't need the principal scolding me again. Okay, Kachime-san, introduce yourself and then have a seat in the empty desk."\n\n<hr>\n[["Hi, I'm Kachime Shian."|GGJS2x3]]\n\n[["Hello, I'm an alien abductee."|GGJS]]\n\n[["HwwWOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!"|GGJS]]

Your name is Wilma, a twenty-two-year-old fresh out of college, having secured degrees in both computer science and parapsychology. (One required a lot fewer hours. Guess which one.) You have short brown hair and tend towards rather unfashionable round glasses, wearing an oversized red sweater in almost all weather as well as dumpy jeans that hide your figure. Upon graduation, you and your rather odd group of friends decided to travel the country searching out tales of the supernatural to either investigate or debunk... hey, you had no job prospects at the time and the twins were offering to pay all the expenses, and it <i>was</i> part of what you studied in school after all. And so here you are in a refitted full-length van painted an atrocious color of purple, the lime green and hot pink letters on the sides announcing it as "The Monster Magnet".\n\nThe twins are up front as usual, eagerly blathering to each other about the possibilities of the county you're in. Ted and Tanya are quite nice and relatively down-to-earth for trust fund kids... well, as much as two people who think driving around the country chasing ghost stories can be down-to-earth. Ted's what you've dubbed a "hipster jock"... he has a build like a quarterback underneath his black turtleneck and checkered scarf. Tanya's a bit more on the showoff scale, with a penchant for spaghetti-strap tops and booty shorts. Though much of the back of the van is left cleared-out (partly as sleeping space, partly because Teddy keeps joking about eventually capturing a swamp creature), a pair of captain's chair style seats has been bolted in behind the front ones. You're currently occupying one and browsing your laptop, while the fourth member of your little group occupies the other. Skinny was mostly everyone's acquaintance because he was all of you's mutual pot dealer. (Actually come to think of it, you're not even sure he was <i>attending</i> the college.) His most valuable contributions are the fact that he can find a weed connection anywhere with a three-digit population within ten minutes of arriving, five minutes if it's a four-digit population or over, and the fact that he has a really huge dog (classified as a service animal) that no one wants to mess with.\n\nSaid dog which is currently taking up most of the space in the back of the van. "Woolly", so named because Skinny insists that he's half Chow Chow, half Woolly Mammoth (being roughly the size of a pony). Your ability to use Google for basic research has actually identified him as a Caucasian Shepherd, a particularly intelligent and easygoing example of the breed. Heck, you're fairly certain that a lot of his barking and vocalizations are attempts to talk, and if you pay particular attention (or if Skinny's scored some particularly good stuff lately), you can usually make out what he's trying to say.\n\n<img src="images/Woolly.jpg">\n\nAnyway, speaking of research, you've been busily compiling data on potential supernatural phenomenon in the area, with some other assorted mysteries and just plain urban archaeology thrown in for kicks. You know by experience that offering the others too many options can tend to result in arguments, indecisiveness, and making you decide in the end anyway, so the obvious thing to do is just choose your favorite option and then tell the rest that's the only one you've currently found.\n\nLet's see, there's the mystery of some [[disappearing girls|WilmaTownStart]] from a nearby farming community, which is supposed to have a history of dark rituals and strange cults. There's a supposedly [[haunted house|WilmaHauntStart]] about twenty minutes down the highway, old and semi-famous but not tourist trapped out the wazoo. You're also about an hour away from [[Fast Felipe's Fabulous Funland|WilmaFunStart]]... not exactly haunted, but abandoned and creepy as sin, which is something all of you are into. There's an area with a lot of reported [[UFO activity|WilmaUFOStart]] too... my, this is an active area! And a bit divergent from spooks and goblins, but definitely weird, an environmental group has been claiming that a bunch of evil corporate scumbags are dumping nuclear waste and causing [[strange mutant animals|WilmaNukeStart]] to appear; that one would definitely appeal to certain of Ted's sensibilities.

"What? What is it?" Alexa asks, frowning a bit at the sound of that noise low in your throat. "You don't think it's his match?"\n\n"It's far more than his match, you've done fantastic work. Despite my enhanced neural network I probably couldn't have come up with a lot of it myself. Just that looking at it, assimilating the specifications from the computer..." You tilt your head a bit, ears flicking. "Isn't it a bit of a waste to just use it in a direct fight?"\n\n"... Go on," Alexa says slowly.\n\n"One of your goals has always been to prove humanity's superiority to City Guard, that he isn't better than normal people and thus doesn't have moral authority. But beating him with this, wouldn't it just show physical superiority in a way?" You turn your head to look at her. "But with the technology you've developed to put into it..."\n\n"... Yes. Yes, you're right." Alexa raises her hand to cup her lower face, staring at the suit. "The construction applications could render building so cost-effective that homelessness could be eradicated easily, I'd just need to figure out a way to keep it from collapsing the housing economy."\n\n"Easy enough if we both work together."\n\n"Not to mention infrastructure construction, agricultural... the regeneration generator designed to heal my injuries instantly and reduce the strain on my body doesn't just have medical applications, a larger, more diffused one could improve crop yields drastically. The air purification system could be easily sized-up using our power generation capabilities to clean the air of entire cities."\n\n"And the suit itself doesn't have to go to waste, either." You gesture to the green and purple structure before the two of you. "Give it a clear faceplate, let people see who you are. The first time you rescue a group of trapped miners from a collapse using the sonic drill and force fields when no other 'hero' could do it, your point will be made. Not just human science... but your science... has conquered."\n\n"Be a 'superhero'," Alexa says drolly, smirking wryly as she shakes her head. "But one that City Guard can only hope to be. One purely home-grown and utterly able to outshine him..."\n\n"To the point of avoiding collateral damage," you add with a quirk of your eyebrow.\n\n"Yes... yes, I see it now. City Guard could never be defeated in a straight-up fight... only killed. The only way I can truly undermine his legacy... and his moral authority... is to usurp his place as a champion. And when the world is instead worshiping at the altar of <i>my</i> science, he'll be forgotten."\n\n"Of course, at that point, the easiest way to make sure he's forgotten," you note, smirking again. "Is to make sure that he's not around to generate any new memories."\n\nAlexa chuckles at that. "Shall I assume that's a privilege you'd like to reserve for yourself?"\n\n"Mhm. No one needs to know about my part in this... except him. Let him see the world bowing in gratitude to someone he looked down on and lectured... and then let him realize it was ultimately the result of his own carelessness and flaws."\n\n<hr>\n[[Game Over.|FemPalV11xEnd2]]

"So. You're the one behind all of this."\n\n"Oh, I wouldn't say that," you answer evenly. The air being blasted out by the atmosphere generator whips your twintails back, sending them flapping like penants in the breeze. Below the red dust peels back in a cloud of dust stretching away from it in a wall, destined to be the last great dust storm of pre-colonization Mars. And conveniently obscuring all observation from the otherwise keenly interested Earth, a suitable place for this showdown. You shrug a bit. "Alexa was the mind behind everything, I just helped out with making her visions come to fruition."\n\n"A vision of discord. Black market superweapons, illegal body alterations, and Alexa sitting atop it all ruling from behind the scenes as a queen," City Guard replies back, frowning.\n\n"There will always be black market weapons, there will always be people misusing medical technology, there will always be someone ruling behind the scenes." You fold your arms over her chest. "Who are you to decide which of those humanity should be allowed, and who should be sitting in that seat? You, who had nothing but 'sorry' to offer to the victims of your playing hero?"\n\nHe blinks, then his eyes widen. "You're... Samantha Redtail? I didn't recognize you with the hair, and ears, but... Samantha, listen, I know you must still be upset, but-"\n\n"It's charming that you remember my name, but this is more than about just me now. Though I can't say I'm not still angry about what happened to me, and that it won't make this enjoyable. But Alexa is right... someone like you, and even someone like me, has no place deciding what's right for Earth. Humans need to decide that for themselves. And once you and I are finished here, that's just what they'll do. Because I'm going to kill you here and now, and then I'm going to go off to some other world to find what to do with myself. What happens after that is up to everyone out there."\n\nCity Guard hangs in the thin, dusty Martian air for long moments, before saying, "It doesn't have to be this way, Samantha."\n\n"My name is Ascendant. And it's time I ascended out of humanity properly. But before I go..." You unfold your arms, twisting into a position ready to fight, fixing your gaze on him. "I'm going to remove one last obstacle standing in their way."\n\n<b>Ascendant</b> end - <i>For the good of humanity</i>

"I bet I can get the front door open," you announce, hauling your maglite out of the van and clicking it on. It casts a long pillar of hazy, smoky light towards the house, catching wisps of the thinner fog that permeates the atmosphere around you. It might be creepy, but after such a confident announcement and knowing everyone will be right behind you, it doesn't bother you too much.\n\n"Great! Let's go!" Ted chirps.\n\nThe whole group follows you, feet crunching on the gravel partially hidden beneath the growth of weedy grass that's grown up thin and sickly through it over the years. Everyone's steps slow a little bit the closer you draw to the house... the decrepit structure seems to more loom over you instead of simply getting closer as you approach. You actually hesitate before stepping up onto the simple concrete doorstep, but once you do the others quickly crowd in behind you. You pass Tanya your maglite and direct her on where to point it, then draw out a small pouch of tools and set to work on the old, rusty lock.\n\n"Wow, where'd you get those?" Ted asks.\n\n"Picked 'em up awhile back," you reply, grateful for the confirmation that he doesn't actually read your expense reports before he writes a check. Time to get a new gaming laptop...\n\n"An', like, where'd you learn to pick locks, maaaan?" Skinny asks with great interest, leaning close enough that you have to nudge his head back some to get it out of your light.\n\n"The internet, obviously. Though it was mostly abstract and didn't really cover locks this-" You cover up a wince as there's a loud crack. "-old." Despairing a bit, you reach up and try the doorknob... only for it to turn easily, the door creaking open a few inches at the pressure. "Uh, there, see? The internet wins again!" you annonce, straightening up and putting away your tools. Hey, in this instance 'opened flawlessly' and 'broken, but open' are just as good, no need to point out the difference to anyone.\n\nTed takes the lead, pushing the creaking, slightly wobbling door the rest of the way open and stepping aside, the rest of you following in a little clump after him. The entry hall of the house is mostly devoid of anything like furniture or appointment... there are some large rags on the pitted, rotting floor that look like they used to be expensive rugs, and a few antique chairs with their once decadent upholstery faded into a rat-eaten color that can only be called "neutral". Ted and Tanya pull out small multi-LED flashlights and add to the number of beams of light crawling over the seemingly barren walls and ceiling.\n\nEven from here, the inside of the house seems... strange. It seems like you can easily see all the various sides and rooms available on the third floor, and yet at the same time there's just a feeling of there being so much more to it, hiding just around the corner, urging you to take two steps and become separated from everything familiar and safe as much as if you'd been dumped across an ocean.\n\nSo of course Ted takes that moment to announce, "Okay, gang, let's split up and get this place explored! If any of us finds something interesting, they can come get the others!"\n\n<hr>\n[[Go with Tanya.|WilmaHauntPlaceholder]]\n\n[[Go with Ted.|WilmaHauntPlaceholder]]\n\n[[Go with Skinny and Woolly.|WilmaHauntPlaceholder]]\n\n[[Go by yourself.|WilmaHauntPlaceholder]]

Grimacing a bit, you limp across the street towards what has to be a pawn shop just from the look of it... the symbol above the door is unfamiliar, but the stuff in the window and the rack of what looks like chained-up bikes out front is a big tipoff. The door dings as you step inside, and yup, the mixture of looking like a thrift store and electronics reseller pretty much does it.\n\nThe guy standing behind the counter looks like a humanoid red and gray snake wearing a t-shirt and slacks, with an appropriately long neck and sort of blunt arrow-shaped head, which swivels over to fix solid blue eyes on you. "Hey there, welcome to Double Back. You alri-?" he starts to ask, clearly having noticed your limp, before his head angles down a bit and he clearly catches sight of the collar. "No, get out," he demands, pointing at the door.\n\n"Please, you gotta-"\n\n"I don't gotta do shit, get the hell out," he repeats, jabbing his finger again.\n\n<hr>\n[["I'll do anything!"|GGSR]]\n\n[["Help me or you're fucked."|GGSR4x4]]

February! It... pretty much means Valentine's Day, though hey, you can find other holidays to celebrate too! ... It pretty much means Valentine's Day.\n\n[[Valentine's Day.|HolValStart]]

Hm... probably best not to go all maverick on your very first mission. It's been stressed to you repeatedly how dangerous these people are, you probably ought to listen.\n\nYou make your way carefully back to the same room you arrived in, and look back up to the still inactive fan. Apparently that triggers something in the HUD, because you get several suggested attachment points where a grappling hook could grab on... coooool! Raising your right hand, you do in fact get a grappling hook activation prompt, and clenching your fist fires the tiny grabbing arm on a thin cable that nevertheless quickly hauls you back up the shaft you entered through. You're not exactly eager to get back into the drone, but since they didn't say you were going to get any other method of pickup you head back over and climb back into it, and are soon feeling the cramped quarters humming around you.\n\nStepping back out of the drone back at the base, Handler, Fuchsia, and your mother are all gathered around with very different but sincere-seeming smiles on their faces. "Good work, Agent Cyan," Handler says, resting her hands on her hips. "Once the neutralizing agent was fully delivered, the cylinder self-destructed, causing a great deal of damage to the base and leaving no doubt that the Anti-Pax was destroyed. Asparadakopf's timetable has been completely disrupted, and we'll have plenty of time to send in other agents to mop up his operation before he can viably recreate the Anti-Pax."\n\n"It's a little weird to be told I saved the world just by causing a <i>delay</i>, but I guess it makes sense," you admit with a nod.\n\n"That's what one of our missions that goes well looks like, dear," your mother says with her own smile, arms folded under her latex-sheathed breasts. "The target doesn't know we were there until we've already left, and we let a strike team step in to do cleanup."\n\n"Yeah, a no shots fired mission is a pretty good way to rank up quick around here, sister," Fuchsia adds dryly. "You're already racking up the points."\n\n"... I get points?"\n\n"Y'know. Metaphorically." Fuchsia glances aside as Handler and your mother turn to walk out, then leans in and whispers to you, "There's totally a points system. And achievements."\n\n"<i>Awesome</i>."\n\n"Agents!" Handler calls, making you both scurry to catch up.\n\nSoon you're standing in a sleek but fairly understated office, Handler having settled behind the desk. "Alright, Agent Cyan, considering how wildly successful your first mission was, I think we can assume that your status as an agent is upheld. Still willing to move forward?"\n\n"Sure," you answer, since it's not like anything bad happened.\n\n"Excellent. Now, typically during your training period, we like to assign you one individual in particular to work with primarily, so that you can develop a rapport and start feeling out where you'd like your personal skills and abilities to develop. Everyone you've interacted with today is available to become your training partner, myself included." She pauses briefly, just almost frowning, before adding, "There's also Agent Black."\n\n"Agent Black?" you echo, raising your eyebrows because automatically by the code name and the vague disapproval of an authority figure she sounds cool.\n\n"Agent Black is a bit of a... maverick. However, her methods are undeniably effective, and she has never actually <i>failed</i> a mission. I have more than once heard my superiors remark that we could do with a few more of her, and considering your potential, well. However, I really do not recommend it in particular," she adds, and you notice your mother has pursed her lips slightly in faint disapproval as well. "Agent Black's methods tend to rely heavily on luck, and just because hers has yet to run out does not mean it never will... nor that her string of lucky successes is replicable by you. But, it is your decision."\n\n<hr>\nPartner with the [[Handler|GGSpy]].\n\nPartner with [[your mother|GGSpy2x1]].\n\nPartner with [[Fuchsia|GGSpy]].\n\nPartner with [[Agent Black|BlackSpy1x1]].

"I got it from a store on the surface," you reply hastily, having managed to catch a little of your breath. "W-we've got stuff like that up there, y'know? It's not even a big deal for us!"\n\nYou don't hear anything from the demon rat for long enough that you start to worry. But then finally he slips off of your back and away. A moment later he's standing in front of you... bigger than Tiri by maybe four inches, but also definitely more muscular, with darker, oily-looking fur and wearing nothing but a cloth wound around his waist and crotch that shows off a rather impressive set of balls. He's also pointing a spear right at your face.\n\n"Human girl come with Kolololalalolalolalo Lokololalolololaka Tom Lolalolokakaka. Tell tales of potions and surface to Big. Try to run, get spear in head."\n\nYou nod slowly, and just as slowly get to your feet, your hands raised up to either side of your head. 'Tom', as you immediately start thinking of him, moves around behind you and gives you a light jab in the butt, making you yelp and stumble forward.\n\nYou have to go on hands and knees through the hole in the wall that you saw earlier, crawling along like an animal for what feels like forever, with no light and the smell of... something... strong in your nose. Old dirt, something like body odor, muskiness, and other, even less pleasant smells all combine to make the dark, cramped little tunnel a nightmare that almost has you sobbing by the time you reach the end of it. You emerge into wan light, your hands sore and bruised and your clothes filthy, dark streaks of dirt on your face and arms. Still, you clamber to your feet before Tom can give you another jab, and morosely march ahead of him through the demon rat settlement.\n\nYou've seen a lot of internet posts by rat enthusiasts talking about how clean they are, how affectionate, how they look out for each other, how organized their communities, stuff like that. All of that apparently doesn't apply to demon rats. The little creatures live in squalor, organic things thrown about and left to rot (or be eaten by the weaker rats), their small huts made of what looks like bits and pieces of trash all looking on the verge of falling down. They argue, fight, and fuck in the streets... you see one pair of them go through the stages of all three, and with their high shrieking voices and the way they're rolling about (and with not wanting to stare too closely), you're not entirely sure of the sex of the participants.\n\nTom forces you through the streets, acquiring a little crowd of leering, insult-piping lookers-on, to the only structure that looks like it's not about to cave in any second, instead looking like it's pieced together from smashed and broken furniture and construction site refuse. Sitting on a soiled, stuffing-bleeding couch is what can only be "Big"... a demon rat that looks like he might almost be as tall as you are. He's wearing a fair bit of jewelry, most of it obviously women's, but otherwise is unclad, showing off that despite being short for a human he's well-hung... for a horse. It lays flopped against one fuzzy thigh as he eyes you thoughtfully.\n\nYour eyes immediately go to what's next to him, however. Forced into a low crouch on her knees in an old carrier for large dogs is Leslie. She immediately grips the front of the carrier, calling out "Cy!", only to wince as Big smacks the top of the carrier with the half of a pool cue he's holding in one hand. You bite your lip as you notice that Leslie's dirty and naked... you don't even want to think about the treatment she's probably undergone, and here you are to 'rescue' her.\n\nTom scurries out from behind you and over to Big, leaning up to chitter at him quietly and at length. Big's huge ears flick a few times as he listens, then he snatches the potion string from the smaller rat and shakes it at you. His patchy white and black fur puffs out a bit as he speaks. "Kolololalalolalolalo Lokololalolololaka Tom Lolalolokakaka say you bring this from surface. Say you say there is more up there, easy to get."\n\n"Well... it's not <i>easy</i> to get," you try and hedge, wincing as his eyes narrow and the chittering, hissing ratfolk close in a bit closer around you. "I said it wasn't a big deal! I meant as in, yeah, I could get some more!"\n\n"Hm. You get some more for us," Big decides, resting the braided leather across his fat belly.\n\n"Only if you let Leslie and me go after," you counter, summoning up the will to be brave even as the crowd hisses at you again.\n\nBig ponderously gets to his furless, clawed feet and makes his way towards you, belly wobbling a bit and that immense cock swaying, looking like it's just a few inches from touching the ground with his relatively short legs. He stands in front of you and peers up his muzzle the relatively short distance that he's shorter than you, before his free hand comes up. Those long, scary-looking fingers are surprisingly deft as he undoes the button and zipper of your jeans, then roughly tucks his fingers down the front of them and your panties and yanks them down around your thighs. You flush red as your ass and pussy are bared to the crowd, which hoots and laughs and leers even more than before, several of the ratmen starting to visibly grow erect in its ranks.\n\n"Why not just make human girl Big's slave and be done? Maybe let crowd have turn when done stretching human girl's holes?" Big muses, running his claws lightly up and down your inner thigh and making you shudder.\n\n"B-because slaves don't do bargaining on the surface world," you try desperately. "I'll get you all sorts of stuff from there, if you want, but let me and Leslie go."\n\nBig harrumphs, narrowing his glowing red eyes, the light from them reflecting just a bit off the black lacquer of his horns. He turns and makes his way back to his couch, and you start to reach for your jeans, only to wince and raise your hand again as the crowd hisses at you. The demon rat leader flumps back onto the couch, scratches at his crotch, then waves his pool cue a bit. "Little boob human girl stays slave. But won't be hurt or given to crowd. Big boob human girl becomes a slave. But won't be hurt or given to crowd. Big boob human girl brings us things from surface world. If Big is pleased by these things, eventually human girls given freedom."\n\nThat, apparently, is his counter offer, and you're starting to realize that you're dangerously low on bargaining room here.\n\n<hr>\n[[Stick to your guns, he has to let Leslie go.|GGHHPlaceholder]]\n\n[[Accept his offer.|GGHHPlaceholder]]

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

"Before anything else, why don't we talk for a little while?" you suggest. "I mean... I gotta say, you're definitely the most far-out person I've ever met, I'd kind of like to get to know you."\n\n"Sure!" she chirps, then ohs, flipping up a panel on her chair arm and throwing a switch. A circle opens up in the floor on the dais, a second, slightly less impressive chair rising up and slotting into position. "Here, have a seat, let's chat."\n\nSettling into the surprisingly comfortable sixties-future chair, you consider for a moment before saying, "Okay, so, with most people I'd just start asking things like 'where you're from' or about them personally, but we usually have a pretty common frame of reference. I mean, compared to you and me. Maybe you should tell me about, well, your... species?"\n\n"Sure, that makes sense," Celest replies with a nod. "Well, if we wanted to do a direct one-to-one translation, we'd be called 'humans', since that's just the word you use for people and we have a different word. But if you wanted something closer to 'Terran', like from Terra Firma, we'd be Boggans. Our world is much more marshy than yours... the oceans are smaller but almost all of the landmass is some variety of wetland. We're descended from something that more closely resembles your planet's squids than primates. As far as we've been able to tell, evolutionary pressures for any species generally push them into something that looks a lot like you and me," she adds, grinning and holding up a hand to wiggle her four fingers and opposable thumb, though you note that the lines on her hand are much fainter and there's far fewer of them. You wonder if she even has pores. "Our society was a whole lot like yours is now maybe... two, three centuries ago? And again, from what we've encountered with other races, a <i>lot</i> of them hit a common point in history like this, and from there while the tech and interactivity changes, the general usage and social mores associated with such do much more slowly."\n\n"Huh." You ponder that for a minute, then venture, "So basically, you're saying you still have an internet, highways, apartment buildings...?"\n\n"Right, just that it's an inter-<i>planetary</i>-net, the highways are made of electrocharge plates, and the apartments can have a three-story house inside them because of space bending technology." She grins at that. "You may have noticed we came a long way down the hallway even though the ship doesn't look too huge from outside. Basically as long as the reactor's in good shape and I don't get ridiculous, the interior of the ship can be as big as it needs to be. It's not quite a TARDIS but it's pretty useful."\n\n"Huh." You nod, then hop back to something else she said. "And you said there are other alien races too?"\n\n"Yeah, we know of about two dozen technologically advanced ones, something like five more that haven't hit their industrial revolution yet, and maybe 100 protosentient races. We have good diplomatic relations with maybe five of the two dozen, and we're not at war with anybody. But there's no equivalent of a Federation or an Empire as far as we're aware of, at least not a multi-species one."\n\nYou nod a few times, then find your gaze wandering downward. You blush a little as you bring it back up. "Um, I have another question but I'm worried it might be rude."\n\n"Nah, go ahead! It's understandable in this sort of situation, I promise to keep in mind that you can't have any idea of what would be rude to me!"\n\n"Ah, well, then. I guess, I mean as far as an Earthling would think... are you a male or female?"\n\nThat makes Celest giggle, one hand briefly cupping over her mouth. "No, that's okay, that's not rude at all. Partly because it's out of our frame of reference. Um, let's see..." She taps a finger thoughtfully against the arm of her chair. "Well, from your perspective, and depending on how you look at it even then, Boggans have either one sex or four. Children don't have any sexual characteristics until they start puberty, when they develop breasts, a penis, and testicles. Once we reach maturity, we can then shift back and forth between forms closely resembling 'male' and 'female'. A long, long time ago, that was a process that took months and wasn't entirely in our control... pressures of the balance in the community would just start a chemical change in someone, and over the next nine weeks or so, either their external sex organs would become internal and their breasts would go ahead and start producing sustenance, or their muscle mass and bone density would increase and they'd become much more virile and aggressive. Scientists think we developed this trait to deal with having very small populations... people could go back and forth between the 'male' and 'female' roles as necessary for procreation or defense of the population."\n\n"But now you can control it, you said," you note. "And have for a really long time?"\n\n"While it was about three centuries ago that most of our technology was where yours is now, we did develop applied biochemistry a lot earlier. Some of the earliest scientists were able to do experiments to induce the changes in our bodies as needed or wanted, and then to allow us to do it ourselves without outside assistance. About a thousand years ago, someone developed a chemical mixture that would make the ability to control it hereditary rather than something you needed to take during puberty, and within about four generations everyone could change at will. A lot of us spend our time at the 'default' where we have breasts and a penis, but there are plenty who feel more comfortable staying as what you'd think of as male or female. As for how you think of me..." She considers, then shrugs. "Outside of the one thing, my body shape is closest to 'female', so just think of me as a girl, if you want. I guess I'm a girl with a dick, but then, I am an alien," she says with a grin, shrugging with her hands raised.\n\n"Just don't shove your ovipositor down my throat," you tease back, then erk. "Uh, sorry, that's-"\n\n"Nah, I saw that before Netflix took it off, I liked that movie." She giggles, then makes a face. "I don't like the new series though."\n\n"You're not alone, though if you log onto our internet you might feel that way."\n\n"Well! No need for logging on to the internet now that I've got you here! Or for me to feel alone!" Celest smiles brightly. "As for me personally, most of the stuff I could use as small talk, you wouldn't have any reference for, so just to hit a few highlights, I have a large and friendly family, I really like my home but feel driven to travel a lot, I like working out but also eating and being lazy, and my favorite Earth movie that I've seen is Jurassic Park."\n\nYou grin, and tell her some of the similar general notes about yourself, the two of you falling to chattering over movies and TV shows since apparently the Boggans pirate the hell out of Earth entertainment and she's their equivalent of a weeb for it. Soon she stands and stretches. "Mmm. The conversation's nice, but why don't we do something else for awhile?"\n\n"Hm? Like what?"\n\n"Well, we could actually [[watch some movies|GGAlien]]," she answers, ticking items off on her fingers. "We could [[get some exercise|GGAlien]], there's stuff for that on the ship. I could [[make you something to eat|GGAlien]], I'm a pretty good cook! Or we-" She pauses as you yawn, then grins. "Or we could [[get some rest|GGAlien2x2]], I guess it was pretty deep into the night cycle on the area of the planet where I picked you up. Whatever you wanna do, you pick, you're the guest!"

You snap your hand down and wrap it around your only mildly swollen knot, throwing back and giving a howl as you abruptly let out a literal spray of precum on command. Tifa yelps loudly, reflexively throwing her hands in front of her face as she's hosed down, what has to be at least a few gallons of hot clear pre striking against her crossed arms and still splashing all over her head, dampening her hair. It soaks into her top, quickly turning it mostly transparent and showing her nipples (which rapidly harden to a likely near-painful extent, stiff and thick like they're trying to rip through the wet fabric). Her flat belly is splashed thoroughly too, plenty of the pre running down and below her belt, as well as splashing up when you spray her thighs, no doubt soaking her panties with the stuff and turning them equally clingy and transparent. Even her socks wind up heavy, dark, and wet with your pre, dripping onto her boots.\n\n"W-what the-?!" Tifa splutters, having just a moment of pure and utter confusion before the aphrodisiac effect of your pre hits her completely. Her eyes widen and her face flushes, her entire body trembling as she hunches in on herself, hugging her middle. She tries desperately to hold back her arousal, and her willpower must be amazing because she holds out for all of five seconds before moaning and yanking up her skirt, shoving a gloved hand down the front of her panties and starting to furiously finger-fuck herself, while her other is stuffed up underneath her shirt, kneading one of her fat tits more roughly than any adolescent boy would if given the chance, fingertips squeezing and twisting her diamond-hard nipple intensely. "Nnnnh! I-I can't stop!" she whines, even as her eyes roll a little in her head and her tongue pokes out. "I can't s-stop, nnnh, ah, ah, fuck!" she blurts, her usual sweet manner gradually dissolving.\n\nHer wobbly legs soon give out under her and she collapses to her knees, moaning and gasping shamelessly even as the flush on her face shows how ashamed she is to do it. She briefly yanks her hand off her tit to bring it down, using both hands to shove her panties down around her strong thighs before she leans forward onto one hand, pre-soaked transparent cotton still clinging to her heavy-hanging tits as she shoves the other hand between her legs and resumes three-fingering herself roughly, showing off her glistening wet pucker as well as her spread cunt to the crowd. "Nnnh! Nnh, ahhhh, fuck, fuck, can't stop, wanna fuck, n-no, no, gotta stop, fuck, fuck, cooooock, I need cock!"\n\nShe lasts a few more seconds before throwing her head back, pre-soaked hair flinging across her back as she cries out, "Oh God, oh God please, somebody fuck me! Rape me, fuck me, abuse me!" She jerks her ass towards the NPCs, most of whome are just programmed to stare and gape in this event, watching as the heat-crazed Tifa Lockhart begs for their cocks. "Shove your dicks in my pussy, in my ass, my mouth, my tits, I don't care just give me cock and fuck me I need it!"\n\nHeaving a loud, dramatic sigh, you saunter over to her, making sure that the shadow of your cock falls across her face. She looks up at you, humiliated even as she moans pleadingly, tongue jutting out as if she'd love nothing more than to start tonguing those big furry balls of yours. "Welllll, I suppose I could lower myself to raping a worthless cunt like yourself. If you beg me."\n\n"Ohhhhh, oh fuuuuck," Tifa whines, spending all of two seconds holding onto her dignity before she whimpers, "Please, please, rape me, rape me, I'll do anything if you'll rape me, please!"\n\n"Now now, beg like a proper bitch in heat," you correct, leering down at her.\n\nShe stares uncomprehendingly, desire-addled brain not able to process that immediately. Then she hurriedly turns around, getting properly on all fours and jutting her ass out towards you, shaking it to show off her dripping cunt. "W-woof!" she blurts, trembling with need and humiliation. "Bark, bark! Woof!"\n\nGood enough, you decide, grabbing her waist as you squat down and slam your cock into her needy pussy, Tifa throwing her head back and doing a much better bitch-like howl of joy as you start fucking her. Her eyes quickly roll up and her mouth curls up in a grin, tongue lolling out as she finally gets what she wanted, her pussy quivering and gushing around you in near-constant orgasms. "You're really very lucky I'm willing to rape you, dumb cunt, not everyone would bother with a pathetic thing like you," you sneer down at her as your hips pound her big jiggly ass.\n\n"Thaaaaank yooooou," she groans happily, drool running down her chin, tits finally popping free of her pre-soaked top and wobbling under her completely unhindered as she fucks back against you. "Thank you for raping my worthless little meat hole! Thank you for raping my dumb bitch gash! Thank you for using me like the fuck-animal I am!" You doubt she even knows what she's saying now, it's just random phrases firing off as orgasms pound her brain just like your cock is pounding her pussy. But of course, that doesn't mean that in the heat (heh) of the moment, she doesn't mean each and every one.\n\nFinally you throw back your head and howl as you slam your cock in fully and knot her, Tifa quivering and shuddering as you begin to spill gallons of hot jizz into her. She abruptly slumps down, eyes rolled up almost completely and face slack, tongue lolled out onto the street, body limp as you continue pumping your load into her. "KAY-OH!" your real voice booms over the stage, Tifa apparently completely and utterly overwhelmed by her heat-induced orgasms.\n\n<hr>\n[[New round!|GG-FF-BB-Tifa-NewRound]]\n\n[[Finish her!|GG-FF-BB-Tifa-Finish1]]

You decide to email Molly back and let her know that you're definitely down for spending some time with her. Within an hour you have a delighted reply giving you a date when you can show up and asking for more details.\n\nArranging the trip really involves less asking your parents if you can go and more asking them if they'd like to get you there or if you should arrange for your own transportation. They do ask to actually speak to Molly's parents (or rather her aunt, when they find out her parents are dead) since they're not <i>completely</i> out of touch with seeing to your safety, but after a very brief phone conversation they tell you they'll pay for a plane ticket for you. They drop you off at the airport with a "Bye, love you, have fun, make sure to get back before school starts", and you're on your way.\n\nMolly's waiting excitedly at the gate, almost bouncing in place, and gives you the closest thing to an actual glomp you've ever seen in real life when she spots you. She's a wirey little thing, lithe and almost half a head shorter than you, still almost completely flat in the chest and skinny in the hips. She's got short, somewhat shaggy reddish-brown hair and bright green eyes. She's wearing a snug t-shirt with a gold logo in it, a stylized key vertical inside an octagon, and khaki shorts.\n\n"Sammy! It's so great to see yoooou!"\n\n"Hey Mols." You grin and ruffle her hair. "Geez, I guess your overuse of exclamation points was pretty accurate to the real you."\n\nShe giggles at that, and once you've retrieved your bags from the claim area, the two of you bundle into a taxi and set off towards her place. As you're sitting and chatting about recent events, you look down at her shirt. "Hey, is that the City Guard logo? Do you actually believe that rumor?"\n\nMolly laughs at that, shaking her head. "Oh, trust me, it's no rumor. You're gonna be here for a couple of weeks, you'll have seen him plenty by then." She pauses and visibly considers. "In fact, in about twenty minutes is usually when he flies past the Jorgensen Building on patrol. We could probably catch a glimpse of him if we go right now!"\n\n<hr>\n[[Nah.|FemPalladium1x1]]\n\n[[Sure, why not.|FemPalladium2x1]]

As you recall, the company that hired your late husband was wanting him to create realistic "companion" androids for people who needed company, help around the house, that sort of thing. There was also a wink-wink-nudge-nudge that they should be capable of performing as sexual partners. Your darling was a bit of an overachiever, so he mentioned the company getting frustrated at him not only wanting to build every possible type of companion simultaneously, but also make them as highly advanced and compatible with their owner's needs as possible. You highly suspect that had the project not been interrupted by, you know... him dying... he probably would have eventually exhausted the company's patience. As it is apparently they never did get around to claiming the in-development assets, so.\n\n... Yes, you own a storage building full of sex droids.\n\n'Maybe this is actually a good thing,' you think later that night after Ken's asleep as you drive out to the facility that houses said storage building. 'After all, it avoids possibly getting invested in someone that might not be the best for Ken, and also it can help around the house! ... And if I don't like it I can just switch it off and put it back.' A bit of an odd thought but hey. \n\nYou check in at the front desk and then head for the storage building, carefully glancing around to make sure you're alone before unlocking the door and slipping inside quickly... or, well, 'slipping in quickly' as well as you can considering how wide you have to open it to get you and your chest through. The interior has been remodeled probably far beyond anything allowed by the rental agreement, which is another reason to avoid anyone seeing inside... along one wall is a row of squarish pods with clear fronts, and vague outlines inside, obviously the androids. Along the other is various workbenches and a computer console, which is what you go to now and lay your hand against the ID pad.\n\n"<i>Recognized. Hello waifu!</i>"\n\nAdmittedly the use of your husband's old pet name for you makes you feel a <i>little</i> guilty about this, but not too much. After all he's the one that built the sexbots. You tap a panel that reads 'Activation', and a list pops up, apparently of the androids that he had completed enough that they could be activated.\n\n<i>Malebot</i>: Well, that's pretty obvious, and you suppose should be your most obvious choice as to what to pick.\n\n<i>Femalebot</i>: Equally obvious, but... ... hm. W-well, you know, it would stir up a lot fewer rumors and suspicion if another woman seemingly moved into the house, right?\n\n<i>[[Dogbot|MareiBots2x1]]</i>: W-what?! Honey! Surely that one must just be a companion, right?! ... Right? ... Ah, well... m-maybe it doesn't count as anything, um, you know, since it's actually just a robot...\n\n<i>[[Waifubot|MareiBots1x2]]</i>: ... Wait. Hey! As noted, that was your darling's pet name for you! He didn't just use it casually! Why is there an android called that?!

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

You sit up in the back of the Monster Magnet, wobbling around a bit as your spine bends more than it should and too fluidly. Tightening your muscles, you force yourself into a more rigid posture as you scoot around to grab your jeans and start hauling them on. They're fitting less and less well by the day... part of it's the slow alteration of the structure of your knees, part of it's getting them over your feet, which have begun to split somewhat down the middle, your toenails gradually growing thick and black and starting to grow together. You decide not to bother with your shirt, instead scooting to the open back doors and settling down to the ground.\n\nYour motion is limping and unsteady as you make your way across the grass... your knees are caught somewhere between bending one way and the next, and it's feeling less and less right to walk on the flats of your feet, but you manage. Trying not to wobble again, you settle down at the edge of the cliff the Monster Magnet is parked near, letting the lower halves of your changing legs dangle over it as you look out over the city below.\n\nWhen you got here, it still looked pretty much like any city in the country. Skyscrapers of different designs, water towers, roads alive with moving cars. Now, it's... different. Changed, obviously. One or two of the buildings have had their outer layers gradually fall away to reveal things inside them... massive, writhing tentacles that jut into the air and wriggle obscenely, throbbing pillars of multicolored flesh that flash with strange bioluminescent colors. Other buildings seem to have almost been consumed by fleshy, pulsating 'ivy'. From the radio reports before it all became insane jabbering and literal gibberish, a lot of that was from the occupants of the buildings altering and melting together in some sort of hive-transformation. Other buildings have been built onto with odd, seemingly architecturally impossible structures, the altering brains of some of the city's inhabitants urging them to put their new claws, or tentacles, or tails to work on the inhuman structures.\n\nYou turn your head a little and look over the shoulder at heavy thuds and the sound of branches rustling in the forest behind you, followed by the discordant shrieks of steadily mutating birds as they're disturbed and sent fluttering into the sky. That will be Tanya, you think dully as you turn your gaze back to the city, trying to ignore the warbling, just-almost-human cries from the trees, followed by thick, gutteral bellows and the sounds of flesh thumping on flesh. Tanya was the last to fully change, and made it all the way here with you to do your agreed-upon watching the end. Ted was the first to go, his usual seemingly contradictory prattle becoming more and more divided until he sounded like two sides of someone's brain arguing with each other... then he was, his head literally splitting in half, the two sides arguing constantly with each other even as other parts of him proliferated and duplicated, sending him scrambling off chaotically as his two half-brains fought for control. Skinny and Woolly were the next to go... together, at least, you suppose they'd be grateful for that. The last time you saw them they'd become a thing you could only think of as a 'Woollytaur', Skinny's scrawny, naked body attached to Woolly's shoulders from the hips up, his too-many-jointed arms flailing as Woolly scrambled into the night, head still jutting forward from beneath Skinny's crotch, bisected jaw open and tentacle-tongue lashing the air. Tanya... Tanya's changes were slower, and more subtle, even allowing her to drive most of the way here. But you think once she was here, and started to see the changes in the city below, she lost hope, and everything accelerated. Her skin that had only begun to grow pale quickly turned a sickly green-white and took on a texture like a mushroom's, her limbs and body bloated, new appendages began to grow. Within a day she was stomping around the forest, her mind apparently gone, either fighting or fucking the steadily transforming deer that populated the woods... or both at the same time, you're pretty sure you caught a glimpse of once.\n\nYou let out a sigh, the motion sending your tongue snaking out of your mouth. Without really taking any direction from you, it wraps around one of your engorged breasts several times, the forked tip starting to tease at and push into the mouth-like opening your nipple is developing into. Shuddering in a combination of pleasure and disgust, you realize that your view of the city is gradually altering... you're seeing it from more angles, in a sort of rounded dome-like view, as your eyes no doubt start to become compound. You recall what <i>The Necessity of Change</i> said... that you would be the last to look on the world as everyone once did. If your eyes are changing... that must mean you're the least mutated person on the planet. Though you doubt that will be true for long.\n\nYou shudder as your tongue starts lightly fucking your nipple of its own accord, your inhumanly swollen and wet pussy starting to further soak your jeans. 'It was supposed to be just a book,' you think despairingly as the changes overcoming your vision start to push deeper, into your brain, your thoughts becoming more jumbled, the structure changing fast now. 'Was only a book... book only... was book only a fuck kiss mate book only change change book just book fuck birth book...'\n\n<b>The Necessity of Change</b> end - <i>Just a book</i>

<<set $lost to true>>You sit up suddenly, gasping and twitching. What the hell?! You look down at yourself to find that your body is blank and sexless, just a gray humanoid form with only the faintest suggestion of actual anatomy. There's a fog over your memory... but it quickly disappears and memory floods back as you see the character selection screen in front of you. Dammit! You lost! \n\nSighing, you stand up and reach out to the side of the character select menu being displayed, tapping at the spot where the hidden menu should be. You frown as nothing happens. You try again, then in a few slightly different spots, all with the same result: nothing. You try mentally forcing the menu to open, or willing yourself back to the mission room or hab area. Still nothing. You scowl more deeply, considering. You built those backdoors specifically for if you lost, so that you could skip right back to your Bounty Hunter area without any problems. You must have somehow made a mistake in the code and shut off your back door before making the latest build.\n\n... Unless... that's not what happened. You frown a little. You used magic in a lot of the code to make the giant leaps in filling stuff in that you as a solo programmer would never be able to do, let alone making things immersive once people were pulled in. So adaptive magic is woven through a lot of the program. You suppose it's theoretically possible that somehow it decided it didn't like the "cheat" you put in and is making you run the game "properly". ... No, surely not. You probably just made a mistake with setting up the menu. \n\nYou sigh. Well, whatever it was, with no logout button displayed and unable to just hit 'Escape' the only thing to do now is play as one of the top-level Prey characters and defeat a Bounty Hunter... luckily the adaptive programming should have allowed Bounty Hunter to be playable in the absence of you actually being active in the class. You should at least still have increased stats and much higher self-awareness as opposed to a regular player, so you've got a way better shot at it. It's just a matter of picking which character to play as.\n\n[[Tifa Lockhart|Capture-TifaPlay]]\n\n[[Princess Jasmine|Capture-JasminePlay]]\n\n[[Britanny Diggers|Capture-BritPlay]]\n\n[[Samus Aran|Capture-SamusPlay]]

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

Why not? You're a teenager, masturbating all day alone in your room is half the point. You decide to start with a browse of your downloads, navigating through the numerous innocuously-named folders until you arrive at the one you've got your downloads for such things set to default to.\n\nYou blink a little as you spot a folder named 'Cockulus Slit' in there. What the fu-... oh riiiight. That's the VR porn program. Supposedly, it takes your actual video files and converts them into a full 360 degree experience. You're not sure you believe it, but the file did have a lot of endorsements and assurances it's not a virus on the site you downloaded it from.\n\nShrugging, you pull your VR headset out of its box. You haven't actually used it that much since you got it, since it doesn't really work with most of the games you play, so you've mostly used it a handful of times to enjoy the gimmick. You plug it in and start up the program. It guides you through selecting folders for it to scan, and spends awhile doing so, before directing you to put on the visor.\n\nYou slip the visor on and adjust the straps and earpieces so that they're properly in place and it all fits snug. There's actually a pretty good AR menu that's popped up over the visor's camera view of your computer. Man, you'd think someone this good at design would be able to come up with a better parody name for something VR-related than... that.\n\nIt looks good, but it's pretty simple. There's a list of options, and you apparently highly them by looking right at them, and then presumably you can select one with the button on the visor control. The genres are about what you'd expect, typical of browsing a porn site, though you wonder exactly how it tagged stuff since it was scanning the myriad files you had downloaded. (Honestly sometimes you just download stuff because it's there and because it amuses you to have a huge porn collection, a lot of the time you never pay attention to what it actually is or watch, letting it take up space until you delete it to make room for more games. Or more porn.)\n\nSo let's see, what types did it generate off of whatever you've got lurking in your vast unsorted folder?\n\n<hr>\n[[Straight|GGPorn4x1]]\n\n[[Lesbian|GGPorn5x1]]\n\n[[Gangbang|GGPorn2x1]]\n\n[[Fetish|GGPorn6x1]]\n\n[[JAV|GGPorn1x1]]\n\n[[Animated|GGPorn3x1]]

You spend the rest of your life being passed around between various gang members and criminals and being whored out to johns. You're fucked rough, taken hard, smacked around, beaten up. People use you however they want, with no regard for your own pleasure. You're rented out to people seeking hardcore masochists, the sort who love to whip someone's back raw or shove a fist up their holes up to the elbow.\n\nYour remaining years are full of abuse and objectification, and you love every single minute of it. Because you're being abused and objectified by human beings. They're real, and you can touch them, and you can actually see and feel the cocks pounding your holes, touch the fluids dirtying your face and tits, hear the crack of hands or other implements against your tender flesh.\n\nBecause every minute you're being tormented by real human beings, you're not in that bathroom with the half-real creatures. And maybe that broken part of your brain figures... hey, get it all out of the way now, pay your dues, while the cocks you're sucking and the balls you're worshiping and the assholes you're tonguing are all real and warm and human.\n\nAfter all, the page back then said that if you stayed in that bathroom past the sixth bell, you'd have one foot in Hell. And if you submit to all this torment now, maybe you can satisfy your debt of karma for being there...\n\n... because more than anything else you don't want both feet in Hell. Not if it means going back there.\n\nBeing forcefully spitroasted by donkeys while a real flesh and blood crowd of dozens cheers and laughs and jerks off... no, that's way, way better.\n\n<b>Churchclock</b> end - <i>A preferable torment</i>

"I think I'll avoid the 'sex appeal' angle. Not really my style. If you don't mind," you add as an afterthought.\n\n"Sure, perfectly understandable. And a one, and a two, and a blue!"\n\n"And a what? ACK!" A huge cloud of purple smoke rises up around you, making you cough briefly. When it clears you quickly look down at yourself again. Your skin has indeed turned a nice, brilliant shade of blue, completely smooth and unblemished all over. The skimpy little "outfit" you were wearing has been replaced by a pair of purple harem pants and an embroidered purple silk band across your breasts. The anklets are gone, the manacles on your hands replaced by a set of golden bracers. Curiously, you pat at your head, then pull your hair around when you find it significantly longer... it's jet black and done in a three foot long braid with the end wrapped around a golden ring.\n\n"There you go. Now, just wait a little while, you should get summoned by a master presently. Oh, don't be surprised if you wind up in the past, or even the future... like I said, time doesn't have a lot of meaning here, including the linear aspect of it. Toodles!" With that, Majesty is simply... gone. You can't even say she winked out or faded away or disappeared, she's just not there all of a sudden. By the time your brain catches up to the concept, you're not even sure you saw anything.\n\nSighing, you wander around the room, occasionally kicking at a pillow or tugging at a silk drape. There really is nothing to do in here, and no apparent way to leave. Eventually you flop down on the pillow pile where Majesty was and, curiosity and boredom overcoming you, try out the hookah.\n\nAh. That is pretty relaxing, actually. Slowly you start to feel a lot calmer and more at peace with the situation, crazy as it is. Nothing you can do about it, right? You'll just have to take things as they come. Or something. Look at all the colors.\n\nAs you let out a stream of smoke, you're surprised as your lips, and then the rest of your head goes with it. All of you follows the vaporous path as you're sucked up through the hole in the ceiling and then deposited standing in front of the lamp, blinking a little at being both someplace new and suddenly stone cold sober.\n\nA man in fairly opulent Middle Eastern garb that you're pretty sure is at least a few centuries out of date is staring at you. You stare back at him for a moment, then remember what's what. "I am... the genie of the lamp!" you announce, probably a bit more bombastically than you really need to, throwing your hands into the air. "I am here to...!" You take a glance around the room. Definitely somewhere in the Middle East and not modern, you'd guess by the lack of anything displaying the price of crude oil on the Dow. "... to grant your wishes!"\n\n"Amazing, it truly did work," the man murmurs, putting a hand to his mouth as he stares at you.\n\n"Yeah, yeah, yadda yadda, Jack Nicholson impression goes here," you mutter under your breath, then notice he's staring at you as if you had a cow up your nose. Uh, right. "What I mean is, yes, it worked, now I'm here. While we technically have, I guess, all lifetime to stand around and chat, did you at least have your first wish in mind?"\n\n"I did." Now the man's face darkens with a scowl. "My beloved Asmaneh has betrayed me. We were to be wed, but the night I was to ride to her father's castle to collect her..." Tears actually glisten in his eyes, and he turns his face away, voice cracking as he continues. "Her father told me that she had dishonored us both by fleeing to live with a rich merchant in the border country." His fist clenches as he turns back to you, eyes flashing. "She must be punished for this betrayal!" he rasps out. "Genie! I demand that you kill Asmaneh!"\n\nYou wince a little. "Um, are you sure you want to-"\n\n"YES!"\n\nYou sigh. Well, just figures you'd get something like that as your first wish. Now what?\n\n<hr>\n[[Just smite her from here, quick and easy.|SamGenieplaceholder]]\n\n[[At least go and do it from viewing range, you owe her that dignity.|SamGenie1x4]]\n\n[[Refuse to grant the wish.|SamGenieplaceholder]]

"If it's all the same to you, I think I'll work it off as a genie."\n\n"That's fine. In fact it's probably the smarter choice." Hooking the mouthpiece of the hookah into place on the device's side, Majesty sits up, her four crimson tits wobbling faintly with the motion. "Now, as a genie you'll quickly learn to alter your own form to suit whatever the situation requires. But just to help you get started, I'll change you the first time as I infuse you with power..."\n\nShe raises all four hands, making different gestures with each one, then pauses. "Oh, I suppose I should ask you how sexy you want to be."\n\n"Er, sexy?"\n\n"Sure. You'd be surprised how many genies decide to bust out the big bouncy boobs and butt. Either they just like looking that way, or they know it will influence the sort of wishes most masters make. Y'know, figure it will put them more in the mind of 'I wish for the world's best blowjob' instead of 'I want that particular race there wiped out of existence'."\n\nYou make a face. "Is that likely to happen?"\n\n"Not often. And usually the cosmology winds up invalidating those wishes, a lot of races have their own powerful beings that keep other supernatural forces from fucking with them on a grand scale. Or something. Anyway, you want to look normal or you want to be hot?"\n\n<hr>\n[[Normal, please.|SamGenie1x3]]\n\n[[Make me a smoking hotty!|SamGenieplaceholder]]

An actual genie's lamp? Or, rather, the thing that inspired the whole idea of genies and lamps? You stare at the gleaming golden thing, amazed that such a thing is in a private gallery, let alone your aunt's private gallery. You're also overcome with a wave of nostalgia and childlike glee... oh sure, it's much sleeker and more angular than the fat round thing from Aladdin, but it's still the genie's lamp! Unable to help yourself, you pluck it from the pedestal and tuck it into the crook of your arm, rubbing at it with the palm of your hand just like Aladdin first did.\n\nYou feel something strange at your feet and look down curiously, wondering if Aunt Kelly got a cat that she didn't tell you about. Your eyes widen as instead of a cat rubbing against you, you realize that the odd fuzziness and pressure you felt was from your feet dissolving into a cloud of thick electric purple smoke! You scream as the effect quickly passes up your legs, the smoke swirling and rising upwards, spiraling in tornado-like fashion towards the mouth of the lamp. Your lower half is already being pulled inside while the rest of you is being turned into smoke, leaving you still floating there holding the lamp up until your arms and head dissolve along with the rest and are sucked inside.\n\nYou rematerialize in the middle of the most stereotypical "harem room" you think you've ever seen... bunches of hanging silk sheets, pillows everywhere, everything in bright colors. You look down at yourself to see if you're solid again, then yelp and try to cover your crotch and chest. Someone's stolen your clothes! In their place all you're wearing is a translucent purple loincloth (the kind that's just a pair of flaps), and a pair of golden disks stuck over your nipples. Unfortunately you can't even cover yourself properly, as you discover with a wrench and a clank of metal that you're wearing manacles on your wrists and ankles.\n\n"Hm, you look like maybe... late twentieth century? Somewhere around there? Man, we keep getting more and more of you guys, let me guess, you saw a Disney movie?"\n\nYou jerk your head up at the sound of the voice, seeing someone lounging on a mound of pillows that definitely wasn't there before. You're pretty sure you'd have noticed someone with bright red skin and four arms. She's sprawled on the pillows, one hand bringing the mouthpiece of a hookah to her lips while the other three just lay out to the sides. She's got a criss-crossing blue silk top covering her breasts... all four of them... and a blue wrap around her hips a bit like a sarong, but that seems to be it. She looks at you with solid black eyes, silver-painted lips curling in a smirk.\n\n"You're supposed to read the inscription on the lamp if you want wishes. Just being curious and rubbing at it with your bare hands like a monkey winds up with you trapped in service. Like you've just discovered," the strange being continues, waving one of her hands at you (and your current getup).\n\n"This is insane! This is...!" you sputter, then just stomp a foot with a clink of chains. "Let me go!"\n\n"Sorry, no can do. You have invoked the wrath of the lamp and yadda yadda." The strange woman purses her lips and breathes out a cloud of rainbow smoke. "Couldn't just let you go even if I wanted to."\n\nYou scowl, still trying to figure out how to properly cover yourself, but after a few more attempts just giving it up and standing up straight. "And who are you, anyway?"\n\n"Oh, I'm just the being who's in charge of this particular little nexus of magic. Or was put in charge, or created to be in charge, or whatever. You need to understand, time and causality have very little meaning in this place." She puffs at the hookah a few more times. "But I do basically rule over it, and any poor unfortunate soul that winds up caught in here. So you can call me Majesty."\n\n"Right." You roll your eyes, then yelp as they actually pop out of your head and go rolling around like marbles, complete with glass-on-wood noises. Except you can still see with them! You wobble around at the insane input of two completely different tumbling perspectives, until suddenly they leap through the air and pop right back into your sockets, making you stagger backwards.\n\n"I'll thank you to keep down the sass in front of your omnipotent boss," Majesty says drly.\n\n"S-sorry. I'll keep it in mind," you murmur, rather sincerly, as you rub at your face with one hand. Dang.\n\n"Thank you. Now, here's how it works. You have two options for working off your debt, after which you not only get to go free back to where you came from the moment you picked up the lamp, but you also get one free wish. The first is that you can work off your debt as what you know as a genie... you go out into the world, summoned by someone who uses the lamp the <i>right</i> way, and grant them wishes."\n\n"Three wishes, right?"\n\n"Nope, as many as they want over time. You get popped back in here between times. Don't worry, you'll figure out how to amuse yourself, I'm sure. There aren't any 'rules' for granting wishes, either... your only limitation is that you can't undo the work of any being more powerful than yourself. Like, for instance, me." Majesty puffs on her hookah thoughtfully for a few moments before continuing. "Anyway, your service to your master ends when that master is no longer capable of using the lamp to make wishes... they lose the lamp, they die, they become perfectly content, that sort of thing. It may take as little as three masters to work off your debt, that may be where this whole 'three wishes' thing started. Or you could be stuck granting wishes to hundreds of them. It's a little unclear how the debt works, even to me... it'll be paid off when it's paid off."\n\n"So I won't even know when I'm <i>close</i>?"\n\n"'Fraid not. I will say that it seems like happy masters seem to be 'worth more' than unhappy ones... but then, some genies would rather make a million people miserable for their hubris than three people happy for it, so that's really sort of up to you."\n\n"I see. And what's the other option?"\n\n"One thousand years as my personal plaything." Majesty grins wickedly as she sees you draw back a little. "Oh, everything you're possibly imagining and far, far more dear. I have effectively unlimited power at my disposal within this little pocket universe. Things people in your world could never even conceptualize... though I'll admit the Japanese come pretty close. And I assure you, you <i>will</i> enjoy yourself... whether you want to or not. More than a few such servants have elected to stay... though maybe that's because after a thousand years of indulging my imagination, their minds can't conceive of going back to a normal life." She continues to grin, puffing out more clouds of prismatic smoke as you stare at her. "But at least you'd know exactly how long you had to go, and wouldn't have to worry about what could affect your time served. One thousand years, tough it out, boom, back to your aunt's little museum with a coupon for a free wish."\n\n"I... I see." \n\n"Mm, you don't yet, but you could. Anyway, those are your two options... [[become a genie|SamGenie1x2]] or [[become my toy|SamGenieplaceholder]]. Which will it be?"

When you return to the inside of the lamp, you find that the hookah is gone. Dammit. Majesty must have realized she forgot it or something. Either that or she was only letting you use it to get over your first-day-on-the-job jitters. Bah.\n\nStill, now that you're a bit more familiar with your genie powers, you realize that it is pretty easy to make your own entertainment. Specifically, your own big-screen TV with game console. The hard part is figuring out how to make games that you don't just win automatically... well, maybe you don't try <i>too</i> hard on that front.\n\nYou pass an indeterminate amount of time fiddling around that way, until you feel a sort of tingly, airy sensation. At least you've learned the warning signs enough to save your game and float up towards the ceiling before you evaporate and reappear.\n\n"I am the genie of the lamp!" you announce, trying to put some echo into your voice as you say it. Heh, that is kinda fun. You keep your arms raised and even have a little bit of purple lightning play around your fingertips as you steal a look around. Looks like a castle... a more European style castle. Hard to be more exact than that, you're not exactly a historian. The short, blonde woman in front of you is wearing what you think is a surprisingly simple dress... it's obviously from the past, but you'd have figured it to be... frillier, if she lives in a castle.\n\n"It... it is true!" she gasps once she's recovered somewhat from her surprise. Then she eyes you suspiciously. "But... you are not a demon, are you?"\n\n"No. I'm American, though, so if you listen to the internet..." You wave off her blank look, pulling your legs up to sit on thin air with them folded. "Nevermind. What's up, master? Your first wish in thirty seconds, or... I'll have to wait longer."\n\n"Ah. Yes, well..." Your master smooths out the front of her skirt, as if still nervous. "You see, genie, I wish for a life of excitement and adventure. I wish to ride across the land performing great deeds of heroism and chivalry!" She clasps her hands together, eyes glittering. Then she lets out a sigh. "But I have never been so much as allowed to lift a sword. I have never been able to seize the opportunity to learn <i>how</i> to be adventurous, as even a young peasant boy might be taught. How I envy men, who are allowed to learn what they wish and to go off seeking fame and fortune at a moment's notice! Genie, I beg of you, give to me the power that a knight might wield, so that I too could ride to glory!"\n\nYou rub your chin a bit. You've already pretty much set yourself to pleasing your masters rather than tricking them horribly... and it's not like you're unsympathetic to her desires, at all. Still, you suppose there are various <i>levels</i> of giving someone what they want...\n\n<hr>\n[[Give her a "knight's weapon".|SamGenieplaceholder]]\n\n[[Turn her into a man.|SamGenieplaceholder]]\n\n[[Give her great strength.|SamGenieplaceholder]]\n\n[[Give her magical powers.|SamGenieplaceholder]]

"Simply wish it then, master, and it will be done," you announce formally, repressing another sigh.\n\n"Yes! With all my heart, I wish Asmaneh were freed!"\n\nYou snap your fingers, and flesh tone spreads out from within Asmaneh's bellybutton and across her body, quickly returning her to animation. She gasps in surprise, staring about, then staring down in even greater shock as your master falls at her feet.\n\n"Forgive me, forgive me Asmaneh! I am the most wretched man to live, that I ever thought to harm you! Take my life if you would, knowing it was I that sent the genie to do you harm! I will do whatever you ask that you would only be happy, whether you hate me the rest of your life or no!"\n\nAsmaneh winds up not taking his life, though she does ask for some clothing. She actually forgives him... you're not sure you would, but hey, it's a different culture and a different time. Turns out her father <i>sold</i> her to the merchant, and lied to your master so that he could not claim offense.\n\n"The bastard, that he would treat you like a horse he had found a better buyer for," your master swears. "Genie, I want you to...!"\n\n"Beloved," Asmaneh whispers, reaching out a hand to rest on his arm.\n\n"..." He raises a hand and waves it a bit, then pats her hand. "You are right, you are right."\n\n"If I could make a suggestion?" you say. "Seems like if all those two care about is money, the best way to hurt them is to take it away."\n\n"It is well-thought, genie," your master replies musingly. "What say you, Asmaneh?"\n\n"Hm. While I would not see my father dead, I doubt I will cry many tears if he were left with little but the roof over his head."\n\n"Then I wish it so!"\n\nYou consider saying 'sim-sim-salabim' and clapping your hands, but honestly you're not sure if that could turn out to be offensive or not. So instead you just snap your fingers. "There. Any material objects of real value they had, and any monetary wealth they could lay claim to, is now stored in a chamber below this house. Use it as you like."\n\n"Thank you, genie. Ah... if you would...?" Your master grins and tilts his head a bit towards Asmaneh, who blushes.\n\n"Oh, right, right. Have fun. Just don't knock over the lamp or something." With that, you dissolve again and disappear back inside the lamp.\n\n<hr>\n\n[[Continue|SamGenie1x7]]

A nebulous plan begins to form in your mind, then to take a firmer shape... sort of like you coming out of the lamp, heh. But with your plot now thoroughly plotted, you zoom down towards the room feet-first, zipping in through a window and landing at a light trot, already walking towards Asmaneh. Her servants immediately scream and flee, scrambling out of the room as fast as their bare feet can take them. Asmaneh is either braver or in shock as she simply stares at you and takes a step back, the drying cloths falling away from her to bare her perky, dark-nippled breasts and the dark nest of fur between her legs.\n\n"Here's hoping," you say cryptically, before snapping your fingers. Asmaneh starts to take another step back from you, but freezes with her foot at an angle and the other flat on the floor as the white marble of the floor slowly spreads up her toes and along her feet, keeping her positioned in place. She stares down at herself, eyes wide with horror as the marble petrification spreads steadily up her legs, her raised and slightly turned knee having forced them into a rather provocative pose that shows off her slit... which also turns into finely-carved white marble, even all the little curly hairs decorating her crotch becoming an intricately-chiseled outline. She raises her arms as if she were trying to ward you off or plead with you, but of course neither helps as the petrification simply slides up her smooth, flat belly and her pert breasts, then down her arms, holding them in that pleading position permanently. She lets out only a whimper, a tear sliding down her cheek as the marble slides up her neck and over her face, even the tear becoming a marble affectation on her face, which is now frozen in pitiful terror. The white stone finishes by streaking down her hair, molding it to her marble back and ass as if it had always been a part of them, just like a real statue.\n\nReally hoping this works, you focus your powers on lifting the statue you've turned Asmaneh into off the ground, and having it follow along after you as you take to the sky again. You fly a bit more slowly this time, both wanting to be careful with your cargo and wanting to give your master time to stew. Eventually you spy his home again and descend, soaring through the balcony archway and alighting near the lamp's pedestal, where he's standing and pacing. He wheels to face you, then stares as you guide the statue to set down on the floor. "What... what is this?!"\n\n"Why, this is Asmaneh, my master," you say with a bow, sweeping your arm across your body as you lower. "I have punished her for her insolence by turning her into a marble statue. I thought you would enjoy having the statue as a reminder, though of course if it does not please you, you can always have it crushed to gravel to line your front walk with."\n\nHe stares, first at you, then at the statue. Slowly, he approaches, getting as close as he can without touching those reaching, begging arms. He raises one shaking hand to touch a fingertip to the marble tear streaking down the statue's cheek, then immediately collapses to his knees, sobbing wretchedly.\n\n"Oh, what have I done, my beautiful Asmaneh," he howls, gripping his hair with both hands as if to tear it out by the roots. "My love, my life! Wretched I, that let his scorned heart turn on the only thing that made it beat!"\n\n'You said it,' you think, folding your arms over your chest, but resisting the urge to roll your eyes. You've decided to break the habit.\n\nHe falls forward, beating a fist on the floor, then turns and actually crawls towards you, gripping in the loose fabric of your harem pants. "Genie! Genie, please, tell me that it can be undone! I will give you my riches, my service, my life's blood itself!"\n\n"You can start by letting go of my pants."\n\n"Absolutely." He yanks his hands back as if the cloth burned.\n\n<hr>\n[[Tell him to wish you free after you return Asmaneh to life.|SamGenie2x1]]\n\n[[Just unpetrify her, putting a price on it makes you feel a little dirty.|SamGenie1x6]]

Rather morosely, you nod. "Fine, one dead ex-girlfriend, coming up. Be back when it's done," you say without the utmost enthusiasm. You turn towards the balcony, and experimentally will yourself into the air. It works, well, perfectly, and you rise up exactly the way you wanted to and start zooming into the night.\n\nYou find you know exactly where your target is and exactly how to get there. Soaring through the night sky might be a joyous experience, but the how you came to be able to do it and why you are doing it put a bit of a damper on that. Eventually you arrive at a rather opulent-looking home, and look down through the window. It would appear that Asmaneh has just finished bathing and is walking back into her room wrapped lightly in cloth, flanked by servant girls. She's very pretty, you observe, with beautiful olive skin and rich, thick black hair that would probably fall below her rear, if one of the servants wasn't carrying it lifted in her arms.\n\nSo, okay, here you are. Now what? You consider for a moment, several different thoughts wandering through your head. You could always go in there and [[simply do it|SamGenieplaceholder]] as quickly and efficiently as possible. Or you could try and make sure she's [[enjoying herself|SamGenieplaceholder]] as she goes.\n\nYou think a little further, and realize you could also turn this around on your master. On the one hand, you could simply make him [[face what he's asked you to do|SamGenie1x5]]. Or, a darker part of you notes, you could teach him a lesson in [[just how unpleasant the revenge you wanted can wind up being|SamGenieplaceholder]].

You come to your feet, mouth gaping open, before you whirl on Celest. "How did... how could you... what the...?!" You open and close your mouth a few times before blurting, "Which one's the copy?!" \n\nCelest winces, but before she can answer the other you does, her tone bland as she says, "She won't tell me. Us. She's been refusing to for the last hour."\n\n"I reeeeally don't think it would be a good idea for you to know, okay?" the alien says, making a placating patting gesture at the air with her hands, her headtentacles mimicking it and practically patting her on the thighs. "Look for now I think it's just best that we remember you're both people with thoughts, feelings, and memories, and are entirely identical. Treating one or the other of you as a copy is just... let's not go there."\n\nYou sigh and rub the back of your neck... then stare at the other you who did the exact same thing at the exact same time. Right down to staring back at you when you both noticed at the same time. You slowly start to lower your hand, then jerk it to your side when she does the same thing at the same time... and also jerks it to her side. Okay, this is going to get frustrating. "Look, Celest," both of you start at the same time, before glaring at each other.\n\n"Oh, for!" The purple-skinned woman covers her face with both hands, then points at you with one of her tentacles. "That one!"\n\n"Look, Celeste, what are we going to <i>do</i> about this?!" you say with a frown, putting your hands on your hips. "I'm trying really hard not to blame you, but I'd also like to know just what we're gonna do now that there's two of me!"\n\n"Okay, well, I've been thinking about that," she answers, words a bit slow as if she were still thinking. "The way I see it, we have a number of options. Quite a large number really. So it's probably better to narrow them down choice by choice. Now, I want you both to work it out between each other which it will be, so unless you both agree to a course of action, we won't go ahead with it. Agreed?"\n\nYou and the other you trade a long look, then nod and chorus, "Agreed."\n\n"Okay, so the first thing we need to decide is if you two are going to stay together or split up," Celest continues.\n\n"Stay together?" you say.\n\n"Split up?" the other you says at the exact same time. Both of you trade a glance, considering that's the first time you've had an identically timed but distinct thought.\n\nCelest just nods though. "You can either decide that you're going to continue to stick close to each other, or go your separate ways. After all, you share identical genetics, thought patterns, values... you're effectively twins, sisters. You could choose to look at each other something like that. Or if you really don't think you can stand to be around an identical version of yourself, you can be separated, there are various options for that."\n\nThe pair of you continue to eye each other, and you can assume she's trying to figure out just that, since that's exactly what you're doing. Obviously you can see a number of pros and cons to either approach, even without knowing what else Celest can do. But she's right, it's probably best to start with the absolute most basic thing, and that's you and the other you...\n\n<hr>\n[[... staying together.|GGAlien2x4]]\n\n[[... splitting up.|GGAlien3x1]]

The little buzzer dealy on your desk beeps, and you hear your boss's voice burble, "Brandi, could you come in here, please?"\n\nYou finish dabbing at your nails with the auto-colorer and quickly get up, absently tugging your skirt back down so that it only shows the very crotch of your panties instead of all of them, and bounce your way into the office behind you, closing the door as you've been told to do enough times that you finally remembered. "Yes, Mister Bob, sir?" you chirp happily.\n\n"Brandi, did you finish those briefing folders I asked you to do?" he asks, his little black eyes fixed on you. Mister Bob's a Slomulan, which means he looks like a fat, bald man made of mostly-solidified green goo. A lot of people seem to think he's gross, but you know he's a big old teddy bear. He's so nice, he never yells at you no matter how many mistakes you make! (Though you <i>are</i> pretty good at your job, really! All the parts of it!)\n\n"Uh-huh, Mister Bob, I got 'em all done!" you reply with a bob of your head. You had to go down to the copy room like six times, but it was fine because you just sucked off the copy room boy like eight times. He's got a nice big one, too, one of these days you're going to have to find the time to actually wrap your tits around it, plus he's like, totally sweet and stuff.\n\n"And you did the filing for this week?"\n\n"I totally did!" you agree enthusiastically, nodding some more. It took you a little longer than it should have because Officer Mugrara kept stopping you to bend you over and fuck you up the ass. He's kind of mean and has a little dick, but oh well, what are you gonna do, besides maybe if he fucks you in the ass some more he'll cheer up! Seems to work for every other guy in the building!\n\n"And my wife's birthday present?"\n\nYour eyes light up. "Oh she's toooootally gonna love it, Mister Bob! I, like, saw this purse on UFOTMZ last night, it was waaaaay hot and K'pch'ka'ma'ra'sl'ix Jones was carrying it so you know it's absolutely to die for, and I got a totally sweet deal on a reproduction that is juuuuust like the real thing, Missus Bob is toooootes going to love it!"\n\n"Good, good," he burbles as he scoots back from the desk, undoing his belt. You obediently trot around his desk as he fishes out the large, dripping, fragrant hardon from his uniform pants, sinking to your knees in front of him, your skirt riding up completely over your practically bare ass as you do. You rest your hands on his thighs and lean forward, sliding your mouth over the fat, squishy head and starting to bob up and down on it, tonguing the cool flesh and feeling the light layer of slime covering it squish against your lips. You slide it into your throat, moaning happily at the feeling of it both compressing and expanding as it goes. From above you can hear the phone ring, Mister Bob ignoring you continuing to fellate him as he picks it up. "SRC Logistic #129. Oh, hello, honey, happy birthday. Yes, of course I remembered. ... Hm? Well, I suppose I could knock off early. Just let me hurry to wrap up what I'm doing here."\n\nYou giggle a little around your boss's prick, knowing what that means. Sure enough his fat, short-fingered hand moves to grip hold of your hair, and start fucking your face roughly over his prick, spattering your skin with the slime as his balls thump repeatedly against your chin.\n\n"Yes, dear, I've been thinking about you all day too. You're going to love the gift I picked out for you, just love it," your boss burbles into the phone as he uses your eager-to-please throat to get himself off. "Yuh-huh. Yuh-huh, I will." He abruptly shoves your head down, cock shuddering and twitching as he blows his load right down your throat and into your stomach, holding you with your face buried in his crotch. "I love you too, dear, bye bye now."\n\nAwww, that's so sweet! You're so lucky to have such a great, devoted boss!\n\n<b>Cyan the Space Ranger</b> end - <i>Secretariat</i>

Spellslinging is one of the classes Minikin are best suited for, so you decide on a Sorcerer. The character model does her excited animation again as a red hooded robe, left open in front, appears on her body, the top changing into a black tube top and the shorts changing into what can only be described as black leather hotpants, bordering on a black leather bikini bottom (these art guys, you swear), and little slippers on her feet.\n\nHere's where you'd normally go to character customization, but instead, well, you get 'traits'. They sound like a lot of pervy hype for what has to be some fairly prosaic stat benefits, you decide as you look over the options.\n\n<center>Choose your hero's trait!</center>\n\n[[Descendant of Dragons|GGWOWplaceholder]] - The blood of dragons flows through your character's veins, imbuing their spells with the primal fire of these forebears. However, this also comes with the noted fertility of these great beasts, which some enemies will sense and seek to take advantage of. (So, more spell damage, increased aggro.)\n\n[[Chaos Caster|GGWOWplaceholder]] - Your character gains access to a far wider variety of spells and spell effects, but their results can become somewhat... uncertain. Beware of backfires! (So you get a wider range of spell options, but a failure chance and maybe status effects in the event of a failed spell, easy enough to parse.)

You do your best to muffle your sound of amusement and derision, with Leslie either being less successful or not trying as she lets out a single short bark of laughter, making Tayler flush. It's not that his dick is <i>tiny</i>, per se, just thoroughly unimpressive, despite him having completely shaved in a clear attempt to make himself look bigger. It's not helped by the fact that despite his watching you earlier and his fondling of you, he's at best half-hard, his dick smeared with wetness and a bit of white as if he might've actually cum in his pants just from squeezing your tit and ass. All that combined with the full view of his skinny body does paint a rather hilarious image.\n\nYour reactions cause his face to flush, visible anger creeping in around all that cheerfulness. Then his smile returns, but much nastier this time. "Oh, not impressed, huh? Well, don't worry, girls, you won't be taking this dick, at least not at first." Then he lifts his head and lets out a practiced whistle.\n\nYou and Leslie's eyes both widen at the sound of jingling from across the hall, and nails on a hard surface before it turns into footfalls on carpet. The two of you whirl around to see a pair of larged mixed-breed dogs come trotting in. One looks like it's mostly Golden Retriever, with the blonde coat but a slightly more heavyset look to it, its collar blue with a familiar-looking little dangling silver insignia on it. The other's black and rather lanky, like it might have some Greyhound in its ancestry a generation or two back, though it looks like it might be more Lab than anything, its collar red with a cartoonish skull and crossbones tag.\n\n"Girls, meet Naruto and Luffy," Tayler sneers as you and Leslie stare in horror at the growing realization. "You're gonna get to know them reeeeal well, but I'm sure you'll enjoy it, they're good boys!"\n\n"N-no way," Leslie stammers, actually shaking a little. "You can't be serious, you can't be-"\n\n"Y'know I was looking you up while you two were fucking for my cameras," Tayler interrupts. "You've already started applying for a scholarship for college, right? Oh hey, you too, Cyan! I happened to come across the email addresses for the people overseeing those... well, the art school guy might appreciate my composition. Y'think?"\n\nYou and Leslie exchange another long glance, before looking back at him and nodding in resignation. Tayler smirks again, then gives a different whistle. Both dogs trot past you and closer to him before they drop and roll onto their backs, panting softly and indeed looking like good, cheerful boys as they look up at you. And, obviously, also displaying their sheaths and balls to you. "Well, girls, can't just get right to it," Tayler says mockingly. "Gotta get your new boyfriends ready to fuck you. Better start using those hands and mouths."\n\nLeslie gives an audible whimper as you groan, but after only a brief hesitation both of you go to your knees, settling to the floor on the other side of the dogs. You slowly reach out, uncertainly running your hand along Luffy's sheath, rubbing it hesitantly along it, shuddering a little at feeling the swell of the cock inside. Out of the corner of your eye you can see Leslie similarly hesitant to touch Naruto's sheath, both of you rubbing gently, neither of you willing to actually hurt the animals despite what their master's doing.\n\n"You're never gonna get 'em excited like thaaaat," Tayler says mockingly as he strokes his own now mostly-hard cock, as both dogs' dicks have just barely started to poke out. "Here, I know, every guy likes a tongue in his butt, right? And you two are so good at yours, why don't you see if that does it?"\n\n"W-wait, no way, I-!" you start to protest, only to flinch as he looks at you. Giving a grumbled "Okay, fine," you instead lower your head slowly, staring at the black dog's somehow much blacker butthole above where his tail's sweeping along the floor. You glance over at Leslie who's making whiny noises again as she nevertheless similarly obeys. Taking a deep breath, you lean in and just barely touch your tongue to the dog's ass, shuddering a little as much at the realization of what you're doing as the strange feel and taste of it. But with Tayler still watching you expectantly, you drag your tongue over it in a longer lick, shivering some at the sound of Luffy starting to pant louder in apparent pleasure, with the same beside you with Naruto giving a happy 'wuff' as Leslie whines.\n\n"C'mon, I've seen you two use those tongues, you can do better than that, reeeeally get in there and give the boys a good time!"\n\nDeciding maybe it would be easier with your eyes closed, you squeeze them shut and start working your tongue around with more attempted enthusiasm. Of course with your eyes closed you're more free to focus on the feel and taste of a dog's asshole on your tongue, of it twitching and shivering in apparent delight, and squeezing around you as you actually push your tongue inside. And to more closely hear the sounds of your girlfriend similarly delivering canine analingus, Leslie's soft moans of despair overlapping with both dogs panting excitedly. But it's obviously there's not much you can do but tonguefuck the mutt's butt, wiggling your tongue in deeper until your lips are pressed up against the strong, puckered muscle in a mockery of a kiss.\n\nEventually you dare to open your eyes and raise your head, noticing Leslie is doing the same. When you do you swallow in a bit of fear at the sight of it. Eating his ass apparently did turn Luffy on plenty, his cock now fully unsheathed, glistening and red, with an obvious bulge at the base of it. Naruto is similarly unsheathed, Leslie a bit pale as she looks down at it, before Tayler snickers loudly, drawing both of your attention... and making you both give a shriek and try to cover your faces at the sight of him holding a video camera in one hand.\n\n"Oh please, I've got cameras all over the place in here, you two have been getting recorded from the start," he assures you, your heart sinking further and Leslie giving another soft moan of despair. "This is just because it's extra hot to have my POV and have you girls see me recording you~! Now, go on, give the boys a bit more oral joy!"\n\nYou exchange a wan glance with Leslie again, before you both lower your heads, once more reluctantly obeying. You angle the dog's dick upward and slide your mouth over the pointed tip, shuddering a bit both at the fact that you're being forced to suck a dick, and that it's a dog's dick. (The mild extra cringe of it being a dog named Luffy not exactly helping.) You can't help glaring up hatefully at Tayler even as you start bobbing your head, Leslie doing the same as she makes faint gagging noises more from disgust than it already being at her throat. Unfortunately that only seems to turn him on more, the devilish nerd snickering louder as he keeps the camera fixed with one hand and jerks himself with the other. You gag yourself as the dog's pointed cocktip nudges the opening of your throat, starting to pull your head up and off, only to meekly duck it back down as he glares at you, prompting you to start working it into your throat.\n\nSoon both you and Leslie are gulping down the dog dicks until your lips are kissing the top of their knots, the lewd slurping, gulping, and quagging noises filling the room and no doubt fully caught by the cameras, both obvious and hidden. It becomes a bit harder to glare at Tayler as your eyes water from the sensation of having a cock stuffed down your throat, and the humiliation of doing it at the direction of this nasty, scrawny jerk who has you over a barrel. But finally he says, "Okay, that's enough", at which you quickly haul your head up and gasp in a breath, Leslie doing the same and letting out a few coughs.\n\n"Okay, girls, your boyfriends are ready," Tayler coos, with Naruto and Luffy looking very content indeed, the pointed tips of their dicks drooling a bit of pre. "Tell you what... I'll be a nice owner and let you get up on the bed today, since it's special, okay?"\n\n<hr>\n[["No, please!"|GGLes]]\n\n[["..."|GGLes]]

-Update 1-\n* <b>Main:</b> Marei can now call [[the family doctor|Marei14x1]] for fear that Ken has "fapluenza".\n* <b>Main:</b> No-bonus Eric can now [[alter the entire Ranma sim|RanDeb6x1]] once he's outside the Tendo Dojo.\n-Update 2-\n* <b>Main:</b> Eric can [[meet Mai immediately|HLMai12x1]] after obtaining the hypnosis pocketwatch.\n* <b>Main:</b> Jamie can [[recruit Kevin and Maya|QOMeta1x5]] to help him take down Sandra's mental Shell.\n* <b>Main:</b> Cyan can now agree to [[adopt Puck|GGDL1x2]] the cat. (Shockingly he is not just a cat. I bet what happens surprises you.)\n* <b>Main:</b> King Jamie can tell Mama Michi he [[needs a minute|KingJamie1x3]].\n-Update 3- \n* Eric can now take Mai back to the apartment after giving her a mind control fetish.\n* <b>Main:</b> After volunteering for her experiments, Eric can agree to become Dr. Life's [[assistant|Palladium6x1]].\n* Danny has been removed from the Young Adult Male chargen option. I had only the vaguest ideas of what to do with him since the very beginning of writing the game, and he was mostly added to round out the options at the time. \n* Jace is also being removed at this time. This is for other, more personal reasons that I won't go into at length. Suffice to say they make working on the character awkward and it's best to start fresh with a new character in the same niche over on Mundanity.\n-Update 3-\n* <b>Main:</b> Eric can now [[try to calm Big Momma|EricMF3x10]] during negotiations with Duke Emory.\n* <b>Main:</b> Futa-witch Cyan can now make her mother [["apologize"|GGCandy5x7]] when first returning home from Tandy's.\n* Continuation of the Marei stuff from the start of the month.\n* <b>Main:</b> Cyan can continue her [[infiltration|GGParent15x2]] of her parents' sex party.\n* <b>Main:</b> The option for [[splitting up|GGHH1x1]] at the haunted house has been changed to allow Cyan to go alone or with different people.

That's... that's gross, yeah. ... Admittedly a little of the attraction is in how gross it would be. But still! Let us not and say we did. Or also say we didn't.\n\nYou dig out one of the stencils you cut earlier, having decided to go with some rather Halloween-ish designs like a stylish jack-o-lantern face. This was partly in keeping with the overall spooky theme of this little excursion, despite the obvious out-of-season nature of it, but also in a more pragmatic tone... if you do wind up getting caught, you figure drawing something whimsical and charming (but still to your artistic tastes, obviously) would be much easier to get out of trouble for than anything a score-hungry DA could spin as a "gang sign" and not be laughed out of the courtroom by a jury. Hey, your parents <i>are</i> professional artists, and you accept commissions occasionally, you've got a good grasp of mingling artistic desire with realism.\n\nIn fact you are thoroughly enough enjoying yourself drawing stylish leering jack-o-lanterns, black cats, and witches on the tile walls that the sound of your cell phone's reminder alert going off almost startles you. Huh! Only a couple of minutes to midnight! You really lost track of time there. Still, you look over your work in fair amusement... you did wind up painting over some other people's stuff, but since you're 1) not really a "proper" "tagger" and 2) it all just looked like random blobs or maybe names, you don't feel too bad about that. (If someone comes in and paints over your stuff you would be mildly disappointed but not outraged, so you figure fair's fair.) But anyway, you turn towards the mirror and step towards the sink to watch, not that you're really expecting anything to happen, but hey, you came for this, so might as well.\n\n<i>buuuuuooooOOOoooOOOOong̸͕͖̿́̓</i>\n\nOof, maybe it's just in your head, but the clocktower's bell actually does sound weirder and more distorted than it did before. And... did it just get dimmer in here? You glance around, deciding that the light all looks the same, but when you look forward there's that sense of it being dimmer again. ... W-wait, is it that the bathroom just looks dimmer in the reflection? How does that w-\n\n<i>buuuUuOOooooOOoonnnnn̵̦̱̯̒̇͊̚͝ñ̵̡̛̳͎̱̲͈̥̻͉̮́͊g̷̖͐̊̒̉͂̒̇̒͒̕</i>\n\nYour eyes widen a little as one of the doors of the stalls falls off, but there's no sound of a crash or a bang, and when you look over your shoulder, it's still in place on its hinges... in reality. When you look back at the mirror, you can still see it hanging askew, the stall inside dirty... and visibly growing dirtier, smudges and mildew crawling along the walls of it from the edges, the same thing happening at the corners of the bathroom walls in the reflection.\n\n\n<i>buuuUUUuuuUUuooOOOoOoO̵̙̣͂̀͊͛͋̓̈́̄̓̍̓̔̋͂̒̀͘Ơ̸̙̬̭̣̺͎͙͕͋̇͒̀̋̀͗̚͠͠o̵̡̡̤̲̩̗͚̥̮͙̯͈͚͗͒̎̉̐̓̿̌̉̔͆͋̓͘͝͠n̸̝̲̓͌̔͊͂̈́̈́͝͠n̸̢̛̛̤̭̙̺̜͙̳̥̂̄̍̏̓̕͠͝g̷̞͌̂́͊̆͊͊͒̒̽̀̉͗́͑͌͘͝g̵͇͇̥͕̬͈̝͉̽̽͌͊̔̐͑̔̈̈̏́̚</i>\n\n\nNo no no no no this isn't possible! You can see the murk and grime spreading across the tile and metal and porcelain of the walls and sinks and urinals, but <i>only in the reflection</i>! You keep whipping your head around, seeing a perfectly normal bathroom everywhere around you, but every time your frightened eyes look back to the mirror the reflection shows a darker and more decrepit version of reality.\n\n\n<i>bUUuuuUUuuUuo̴̖͑̄̃͌̋o̷̧̫̪̰̞̩͖̅̽̊̐Ổ̵͎̜͔͖̥̉̓̎̒̿̚͘Ǫ̶̰̳̻͕̬͈̪̟̝̈̄̇́͑̌̄͋͆͆̌̏́̒o̵̙͇̠̭̼̅̿͛̿̏̏̽́̈́͘ơ̷̧̧̳͕̼͚͎̟̻͔̦̪̇̇͂̑͑̈́̽́͑̚ǫ̵̨͔̝͉͇͖̟̹̤̪̒͋͊̇̿̽͝ͅo̵̡̘͓̭̖̫͖̤̝̰̪͕̝͌̆̆̌̈̀̌̈́͌̈͆͝͝ͅƠ̶̻͉̓͛̋́̊̍͐͐̍́̒͘͘̚͝o̴̭̹̟͔͎̭̱̜͔͎̰̭̔̽͋̇̈́̽̒̅̈̋̔̃̚͜͝͠Ỏ̷̩̹̖̲͔̠̱̣͌̽͐͐ŏ̴̡̮̖̦͎̭̬̥̭̥͙͓͈̤͛̈́̄́̊͗̄̏̎̃̇͂͐͋O̵̡͚̗͚̙̤̮̹͖͓͍͚̟͖̓̑͆̓́̅̃̓͜͠ͅö̶̭͇͚͖̦͓̗̝̀ͅṅ̴̢̨̞̙̱̪͂̒̽̃͑̈́͆̎̉̉̕̚n̵̨̡̹͈̤͖̞̘̖̣̗̘̙͔̣̐̿̏ņ̸̳̜̣͖̝̭̰̦̝͎͎̓̑̅̈̃͗̑̀͗͑͘̕G̸̢̢̛̩̥͈̩̱͕̠̬̳̞̙̀̌̓̓́́̂͑̅̂̇̐̚͜G̷̨̢̣̰̥͓̮͙͖̬̭̰̘̑́̇</i>\n\n\nThe light in the reflection flickers and goes out completely for a moment, and you actually stumble back a step, a shriek of fear catching in your throat as you look between the normal, well-lit room around you and then back at the complete darkness in front.\n\n\n<i>buuUuUuư̶̡̧̢̖̺̲͍̩̦͇̜͚̬͙͉̞͕̗̬͎͍̟͒̄̍́̇͝͠ư̴̢̢̛͔̺̳̳̖͔̦̦̗͐̾̏͂̔̅̉͋͐̈́̉̅̄̂̚͜͠o̶̢̞̘̠̻̤̻̻̬͔̎͊̎̉͋̉̚O̵̧̡͕̻̙̥͚͎̻̟̼͎̺͑̈́͗̋͋͘͘͝o̵̡͚͔̩̬̼̜͔̩̺̮͚͍̺̓̃̍̓̀̉̅̈́͝͝ͅǫ̴̞͗́̄͝Ơ̶̡̲͚͕̱͙͈̪̼̪̗̳͙̻̪͍̩͚͙̹͓͎̒̌̓͗͛̃̉̍̆̈́͐̓̇͋̚͜͝͝͝Ō̸̧̨̳͖͙̟̠̥͈̱̮̰̗̤̊̀̅͌͗̾̓̍̌͐̍͂̅̂̊͘͘̕͜O̶̝͇̪̪͇͗ö̴̢͔͎̖̦̼̟̦́̽̽̓̑o̶̪͉̩̝̙̜̜͚̯̖͎̓̊͊̓͗̅̋̈̇̆̿̑̓̎̋̆͊̈́̓̿̏̚͠ò̶̝͉͕̻͈͉̥͙̉̀̃̈́̽͌́̚O̸̧̨̢̡͔̠̗̮̤̘̳̯͙͇̣̲͉͕̗̳͙̲̘͛̈́̂̀̒̄͂̓̽͠ò̴̢̙͍͔̘̗ọ̸̢̩̹̦͚̻̟͔̗̖̼̥̪͐́̏̿̀̍̏͒̈̓̚N̴̰͇̗̟͙͚̖͖̈́͌͊̈́̓̎̓̌̉́̂̓́̐̉͛͛̚̕N̷̙̭̖̋N̶̼̣͐́͋͗͂̿̅̐͒̀̇͒͒ǹ̶̛̟̞̜̘͙̜͖̜̤͍͉̪͇͎͌̑̈́̈́͐̒̉͛̃͗͛͊̄̈́̓̏͊̒̌͑̆͜g̷̛͇̤̞̠͉̋̾̂̑̅͑̅̎̂͒̾̋̅̆̄͐͒̋̕G̵̦̎͋̒̄̒̓́̋͒͌̑͊͛͑̇̈́̓̄̀͘͝͠</i>\n\n\nThe light in the mirror snaps back on, but this time tinted red like it's firelight, the interior of the bathroom genuinely twisted, the materials degraded and decrepit, twisted and dark analogs of their real-world selves... even your graffiti art has become twisted and profane in the reflections, much of it gleaming and glistening as if drawn in blood, the cheerful and stylish designs still visible on the actual tile wall mocked by the mirror's sharp, deviant copies.\n\nSuddenly you remember... the sixth bell! If you stay past the sixth bell, it's not safe!\n\n<i>bu-</i>\n\n<hr>\n[[Run!|GGUL]]\n\n[[Hide!|GGUL]]\n\n[[Panic!|GGUL]]\n\n[[Freeze.|GGUL1x9]]

"I want to be," you say, smiling a little idiotically as your orgasm-battered brain latches onto something. "A juicy, delicious cow."\n\n"A <i>cow</i>?!" the pigman snorts in derision. "Who the heck would have brisket when they could have a plump, juicy ham instead?!" He frowns at you, then looks up to notice that the turkeyman is giving him a 'seriously, dude?' look. He looks blank for a moment, before realization dawns, and he gives an apologetic snort. "Oh. Right. Mazeltov and whatever."\n\n"Not generally as traditional but it's legit. So to help her along, let's give her some 'milk'," the turkeyman announces with a gobble-like chuckle. \n\nThe pig gives a snort of laughter before saying, "Alright, slut, lean your head back and open wide!" Once you've obeyed, they both step in close, the undersides of their cockheads almost touching the sides of your lips as they begin jerking themselves off. Almost immediately they begin cumming, thick gushes of milky white jizz that almost immediately fill up your mouth. You hurriedly swallow, and as you do your breasts expand outward with a slight jiggle at the sudden motion. The two beastmen continue stroking themselves and near-constantly cumming into your mouth, and with every swallow your tits get a little bit bigger, your nipples growing thicker and longer. Part of your belly begins to turn pink and bulge out as well, four little buds poking out from the surface as it grows and gradually begins to hang down between your spread thighs. Your skin fades to a pale white color with large black splotches growing in here and there, your hair adopting a similar pattern as two nubby little horns push up from the top of your head. Your hips take on a slightly squarish shape as your ass grows a bit, pressing against your heels.\n\nMilk is soon leaking from your nipples and teats, your enlarged, overfull boobs and udder both sloshing slightly as you move, your fingers pressing against the surface of your tits as you run your hands along them, then reach down to wrap them around two of your thick, stiff teats and give them both a jerk, sending long streamers of milk through the air. The pigman and turkeyman draw back from your mouth, both of them taking a moment to rub their pricks against your immense cow-pattern boobs before going to their hands and knees. Muzzle and beak alike wrap agilely around your teats, their heads bobbing as they suckle milk from you, making you give a long, pleasured "Mooooooooo" as they start taking some of the pressure out of your udder. You're left to pinch and squeeze at your nipples, milking yourself as the turkey's fan-feathered butt and the pigman's fat pink ass waggle in the air.\n\nEventually both turn and lay down on their backs, starting to suckle at your lower pair of teats instead. Mooaning, you lean forward, letting your massive milky mammaries press against their chests and fat bellies as you reach forward and start jerking their stiff pricks, doing your best to milk them with your hands like they're milking you with their mouths. "Moooooo, yes, so much milk, mooooo," you groan, jerking them both off faster, and lowing even louder as their suckling brings you to a shuddering, milk-spurting uddergasm, their pricks gushing cum across your cow-patterned hands as they cum as well.\n\nAfter a few moments you stand and begin licking your hands clean, your heavy boobs still leaking, milk dribbling from your tits as your udder hangs down over your thighs. The pigman and turkeyman clamber to their feet as well, the turkeyman gobbling a bit before he notes, "Well, she still looks a bit human, but I think she's ready to join the battle against the holiday oppressors!"\n\n"Oh, definitely," you moo, then smirk before turning around to bend over the counter, your fat milky jugs pillowing against it, your spread thighs framing your udder as it hangs down, below the view of your dripping pussy. "But first, Bessie needs some more fucking."\n\nSnort-chuckling, the pigman steps in, running his hands over your black-splotched ass, then slowly pushing his fat pink prick into your cunt. As he begins fucking you with abandon, he throws back his head and lets out a "Squeeeee!"\n\n"Mooooooo!" you howl as you buck your fat ass back against his pudgy hips.\n\n"Gobble, gobble gobble," the turkeyman chortles as he strokes himself off, waiting his turn.\n\nLooks like the whole barnyard's here, now!\n\n<hr>\n[[The end.|HollyNov1bxEnd]]

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

"Yeah, I might be more fun after I've had some sleep," you admit, rubbing the back of your head. \n\n"Hey, no problem! Here, let me show you a thing!" Celest says with a grin, beckoning you to follow her as she turns and heads down one of the hallways. Soon she walks into a room full of silver tubes with curved glass tops, the inside of them containing a molded reclining couch type arrangement.\n\n"So, this is how you sleep?" you ask with a glance at your alien host.\n\n"No, we sleep pretty much like you do most of the time, in beds and everything, these are just more efficient. They regulate your sleep completely and help with cleansing toxins and regulating airflow and things like that, so after about four hours in one you're completely and totally rested and feel great. Boggan doctors recommend everyone make sure to sleep in one at least once a week."\n\n"Wow, nice. It's actually kind of surprising that you don't sleep in them all the time, if they're that good," you note, leaning side to side to look at one.\n\nThat makes her snort softly. "Do humans do what's healthy for them all the time, even if it makes them feel good? They do have a bunch of necessary hookups and space requirements so they can't just be kept in normal living spaces, plus you've got to set them up and everything," she adds as she starts working the controls on one end of one of the pods. "So it's still way easier to just flop into bed when you're tired."\n\nYou suppose that makes sense. After a bit longer, the glass portion of the tube swings away, and Celest turns back to you. "Alrighty, it's all set! You just need to climb in and get settled, and it will start automatically. Oh, you can put your clothes in that slot there," she adds, pointing to the wall. "It'll molecularly dissassemble them and clean them. Even keep a copy of the pattern so that they can be remade if they get torn or anything. I'm gonna go take care of some stuff around the ship and maybe grab a regular nap myself, I'll see you soon!" she adds, one of her head-tentacles swinging around, the flared part at the end touching her forehead and tossing off a jaunty salute before she turns and leaves the room.\n\nGet naked in an alien spaceship? ... Oh well, you suppose there are weirder circumstances under which that could happen. You undress and make a token effort to fold your clothes and rest them atop your shoes and socks before setting them in the slot. It's a little disconcerting to watch them go to pieces like someone getting derezzed in <i>Tron: Legacy</i>, but oh well, even if they really are destroyed, you guess you can ask Celest for some clothes. ... Assuming anything she has wouldn't just hang loose off the front of your crotch. Blushing a little, you climb into the pod and settle onto the padding, noting that it is remarkably comfortable, though the glass swinging over you does provoke a little bit of a claustrophobic feeling. But almost the instant it clicks into place, you feel yourself relaxing completely, a pleasant, easy drowsiness slipping over you and settling you into sleep without a moment's worry.\n\nYou wake up to the sound of the glass sliding away again, blinking. Despite what Celest said, you feel just a little blurry, like you were dehydrated or something. You clamber out of the pod and just stand there for a moment, disoriented, until your head clears and you actually do start feeling pretty great. Huh... maybe just a bit of that is normal but Celest didn't think to mention it? You look around and notice a set of shelves along the wall, apparently arranged so that some are for storage and one's for using as a bench... your folded, cleaned clothes are sitting on one, so there's a relief, and you head over to get dressed.\n\nYou're just tying your shoes when the doors slide open and Celest walks back in. She's dressed a lot like she was before, albeit now in flat black rather than shiny silver. The sleeveless top doesn't have a boob window, and instead of hotpants the garment's more like a pair of French cut panties, going high over her hips and around the sides of her waist (and of course still showing off that generous package of hers). She looks nervous, a slight frown on her lips and her shoulders shifting, headtentacles twitching in a way that betrays obvious agitation. "Hey, Celest, what's wrong?" you ask with a blink.\n\n"... Okay, so, last time I did a bunch of telling you not to panic and that didn't work so well, so this time I'm just going to explain straight-out what happened," she says, letting out a soft huff.\n\nYou blink. 'Last time'? 'This time'? Before you can ask, though, she's continuing.\n\n"Okay so one of the things that I didn't mention about the sleep chambers because most people don't really think about it that often is that they scan your body and mind while you're in one and store those patterns in the computer, so that if anything happens to you, you can be brought back at that state. It's sort of like a save point, y'know?" she adds, smiling sheepishly. While you're still boggling that a race with such a cheesy aesthetic has apparently melvined death, she continues, "Sooooo here's the thing though, apparently it's kinda-sorta normal for humans to stop breathing for brief periods when they sleep? But the chamber didn't know that, and so when you did that it kind of... well, it did the computer equivalent of panicking, and decided to use one of the other chambers to restore the backup."\n\nYou stare at her, your eyes slowly widen as you process what she's saying. "Wait, are you saying-"\n\nRight then, the doors slide open, Celest wincing at the noise and whirling, trying to make 'no, stop' gestures as you watch yourself walk into the room. As in, you. The you that you last saw in a mirror, but... not. Wearing the same clothes, with the same hair, and talking in a version of the voice you hear on recordings of yourself. "Look, Celest, I was thinking maybe we should just-" The other you stops, then says in a sort of empty tone. "Oh. She's awake."\n\n<hr>\n[["What the actual fuck?!"|GGAlien2x3]]\n\n[["... GRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!"|GGAlien]]

You follow Sean Be-, er, Daniels down the hallway, your gun raised and ready, occasionally glancing over your shoulder to see if one of the werewo-, er, Wulfen are trying to follow. After a few moments you glance around, then whisper, "This is a really long hallway. This place didn't look that big on the outside."\n\n"Aye," Daniels mutters, though you suspect his view of the outside and your view of the outside were probably entirely different things. "I'd suspect y'could fit a city block inside the actual space in here, twisted an' unnatural place that it is. All th' easier t'hide where they've got their ritual circle set up." He pauses near one door that's open slightly, staring at it and apparently listening intently for almost a full minute. Finally he throws it open and steps in, sweeping his gun back and forth, while you watch the hallway. He gestures you in after him and shuts the door after you.\n\nIt looks like a bedroom... opulent, outdated, and surprisingly dust-free. Daniels does a brief circuit of the room, skirting the four-poster bed as he checks each wall, and the windows with massive iron bars on the outside. He moves back to the door and turns the lock, then gives it a few tugs before nodding in approval. "Defensible enough position, they won't be coming in through the windows or door without a fair bit of work that'd give us ample time to fire back. Let's collect ourselves, take stock."\n\nYou always thought 'take stock' was just an expression, but he almost immediately begins looking through his pockets and various pouches. Following his example, you open the flap of the pouch you discovered earlier and find it full of speedloaders and loose ammo. A lot of them don't look like normal bullets, but more like smaller, thinner shotgun shells... apparently Daniels was being literal when he talked about buckshot. You find that most of the speedloaders are labeled with small print reading things like 'Silver', 'Holy', and 'Iron'. Finding some loose shells with 'S' carved into the bottoms, you take a moment to figure out opening your gun and replacing the shells you already fired.\n\nThe inside of your coat yields some pockets with more loose ammo, some vials of different-colored liquid that are, unfortunately, <i>not</i> labeled, some odd little gadgets you're pretty sure you have no clue how to work, and some knives. (At least those you know how to work, the pointy end goes in the thing trying to eat you.) You look over at Daniels and find him flapping his own coat a bit to settle it.\n\n"Right. Best take a few moments to rest," he says, looking over at you as well. "Get your legs back under you, lass, they can teach you everything in training but how real everything is out here."\n\n"Ain't that the truth," you mutter, rubbing your face with one hand and shoving your gun into its holster with the other. You take a glance around the room, trying to decide on a good spot to take a rest in.\n\n<hr>\n[[A chair.|Hellrise]]\n\n[[The bed.|Hellrise1x3]]\n\n[[Too worked up, keep watchful.|Hellrise]]

Obviously the best place to take a rest is the bed, right? You swing yourself up onto it a bit awkwardly since you don't really want to take the 'midriff armor' off... it doesn't seem to hinder you much when you're moving about upright but does make bending a little problematic. Settling into place, you rest your hands on your stomach, trying to get your thoughts in order. You'd probably be surprised at how quickly you drift off, if you were awake to be surprised.\n\nYou're not quite sure what wakes you up, other than a strange sort of cold, clammy feeling. You blink and raise your head a little, looking around for Daniels, but seeing no sign of him. Then you yelp as that cold, damp sensation intensifies on your wrists, abruptly yanking them up over your head and pinning them to the bed. You look around desperately trying to spot what's got ahold of you, but there's nothing but a faintly gooey glisten on your skin. Similarly when you feel something squeezing around your ankles, your legs are yanked upright and spread by something utterly invisible. Your eyes widen as you stare at your lower half, struggling against the hold of whatever's moving you about. You give a loud yelp as something rubs against the thin, supple black leather stretched over your crotch.\n\nAnd then whatever it is thrusts into you, right through the pants. The material doesn't tear or rip... in fact, you can see that it's entirely whole, even as you feel yourself being spread wide open and penetrated deep, throwing your head back and crying out, trying to arch your back in the confines of the corset. You yank your gaze back to what's happening, some part of your brain fascinated even as the rest of you rebels at the violation of the cold, slimy, squirming thing pumping into your pussy... and despite yourself, stimulating you to pleasure, making you gasp and cry out as you watch your pussylips spreading open and moving with its thrusts beneath the whole but increasingly gooey leather.\n\nWhatever it is just keeps fucking you, thrusting in deeper and deeper, leaving more traces of thick, colorless goo all over the crotch of your pants, more of it starting to spatter over your leather-sheathed inner thighs with each of your invisible rapist's thrusts. One of your gasps is suddenly interrupted by something thrusting between your lips and filling your mouth, instantly smearing your tongue and the whole inside of your mouth with the tasteless goo. Your head is forced back as the invisible cock, or tentacle, or whatever it is starts thrusting in, your throat apparently bulging up from having nothing at all in it, your tongue jutted out and lips spread around empty space... empty space that's dripping slime down your lips and face.\n\nAfter several minutes of the ghostly tentacles fucking your mouth and pussy, you find yourself being hauled into the air, flipped around to face down as you hover over the bed, your limbs yanked spread-eagled. You struggle briefly again, but then your eyes roll as another ghostly appendage spreads your cheeks apart and shoves deep into your ass. Your whole body twitches and rocks as you're violated in all three holes, the inside of your pants quickly filling with the cold goo as well as becoming spattered all over them without, your face dripping with a thick coating of the slime. Your body twitches and your mind briefly goes white with intense pleasure as the tentacle-things all shove in deeper than ever and start gushing inside you, the slime they're filling you with apparently charged with sexual pleasure despite its lack of color or taste. Some part of your mind processes a creaking noise just before the corset pops off and drops to the bed to accommodate your swelling belly, most of your shirt buttons popping as well.\n\nAnd then suddenly the hold on you, as well as the tentacles inside you, are gone. You drop abruptly onto the bed, your cumbelly hitting directly and causing a spurt of slime out of your pussy, ass, and mouth, your still whole leather pants now completely soaked on the inside with them. You lay there twitching for a moment, trying to get your thoughts together...\n\n<hr>\n[[Need time... recuperate...|Hellrise]]\n\n[[Gotta get clean.|Hellrise]]\n\n[[... let's do that again...|Hellrise]]

Enh, for now you'll just stay like this. You're not feeling like it's that big of a deal, and maybe you'll be able to figure out what the heck Sima expects of you now.\n\nHm. But are you just going to carry the staff around like this everywhere? You consider for a moment, then realize you have a kind of psychic 'pocket'. Oh, convenient. You summon up the small, glimmering purple portal and slide the staff into it, feeling satisfied that you'll be able to bring it out again when you like. Once that's done, you start considering what your next move will be, letting your tentacles retract into your back, leaving you once more looking like a slightly oversized panther (albeit one with an extra pair of limbs).\n\nYou perk up a bit as there's a strange sort of swirling motion in the air. Is it Sima after all? But almost instantly you realize the effect is much different, and it's not the slender brown girl in her silly red robes that appears but a tall, skinny pale guy with disheveled black hair in slightly different silly black robes that appears, almost stumbling a little as he resolves before you.\n\n"There you are!" he snaps, scowling down at you in a way that you would really not expect most people to react to a large apex predator with extra limbs. "Idiot creature, you were supposed to be back hours ago! Just what were you thinking?"\n\n'Play dumb,' comes the thought popping into your mind, you're not entirely sure from where.\n\n<hr>\n[[Do it.|LSDruid4x2]]\n\n[[Talk back.|LSDruid]]

"Eh?" Kandor blinks. "What?"\n\nYou hadn't really meant to say that 'aloud', as it were, it just seemed so stupidly obvious that you guess it slipped out. '<i>If all you actually need is "Essence of Female", can't you just get a female animal? That would have to be a lot easier to find and take than an attractive human girl.</i>'\n\n"I... well... that's... ... hm." Kandor looks back at the cauldron, narrowing his eyes and rubbing his chin. "Well. I mean. I'd rather hoped to have the cute girl around for, ah... well, 'just in case' reasons, but now that I consider this idea that's just popped into my head on its own, I suppose I really could get a female animal and extract the Essence of Female from that!"\n\n'He really did the "what an idea I've just had" thing to me,' you think, shaking your head ruefully, then quickly trying to look innocent as he turns towards you.\n\n"Alright, beast! Get out there and find me a female animal! I assume you should be able to manage <i>that</i>! And this time be quick about it, don't forget to call for recall as soon as you find one and have it pacified!" Kandor declares, thrusting both hands at you.\n\n'I'll get right on that,' you think, suppressing a roll of your eyes as your surroundings go all wobbly and indistinct again. You reappear in the woods... the same ones you were in before, you're fairly certain, though not the same place. Hrm... well, you've definitely convinced that guy that you're still the same being you were before all this, since he still thinks you're his servant. And you've managed to avoid being put in a cage, you muse as you take out the Menagerie Staff from the dimensional pocket. You've even gotten him to send you outside again. So now what?\n\n<hr>\n[[Try to escape.|LSDruid]]\n\n[[Find a female animal.|LSDruid4x4]]

You're not entirely sure where the thought came from, but it was strong and immediate enough that it feels like a good idea to go with it. Trying to speak again, you find yourself mentally replying, '<i>Sorry. I got lost.</i>'\n\nThe guy in the robes opens his mouth, then pauses and eyes you suspiciously. "Is your mental voice different?"\n\nWhoops. '<i>Uh I just thought I'd try something different,</i>' you attempt, then in another burst of inspiration duck your head sheepishly and add, '<i>Sorry about the delay, Master.</i>'\n\n"... Hmph. Well, as long as you're apologizing," he says with a huff. "No luck on finding any cute girls then, huh?" he adds, glancing around in an obvious mix of annoyance and interest, as if hoping to find maybe you'd just stashed one behind a rock.\n\n'Other than right here, no,' you think to yourself flatly, before sending, '<i>No, I didn't find any, Master.</i>'\n\n"Bah, useless. Oh well," he says, glaring at you before letting out a huff. "Alright then, back to the lair," he grumbles, raising his hands and waving them around.\n\n'He actually calls it "the lair"?' you think to yourself, eyeing him even as the surroundings go all wobbly and indistinct. Honestly he really does look like one of those skinny nerd boys you see around school, just the twenty-something version of it, all gawky and weird. Just with a tryhard serious look on his face and no glasses. Then you look around as you realize you're in a large room that just screams, well, 'wizard's lair'. It's made of dark stone and has a long table crowded with all sorts of bottles and implements, shelves with more bottles and jars that have gross-looking things floating in them, and even a large cauldron full of bubbling green fluid not too far away, though you don't see a fire under it.\n\n"Bah, I was really hoping to finally find a girl today to get that Essence of Female," the wizard (or whatever he is) mutters as he walks over to look at the cauldron. "That I, the great and powerful wizard Kandor, should be reduced to waiting all because of a lack of available hot girls and an incompetent servant!"\n\n'Well that was pretentious but convenient,' you think flatly as your apparent master goes ahead and names himself for you. God he really is one of those fucking nerds, the urge to bully him is almost overwhelming!\n\n"Bah, I say!" Kandor declares as he turns, then points emphatically off to the side. "Back into your cage, beast!"\n\n'<i>Huh?</i>' Blinking, you turn your head to look. Yup, that is definitely a cage, a big black iron cube with one side of it currently raised up. Well, not that big, considering how large you yourself are. No room to walk around, probably only a handful of inches clearance on either side. You're not sure if he's actively punishing you or that's actually where he typically keeps you.\n\n"You heard me, in, now!"\n\n<hr>\n[[... Fine.|LSDruid]]\n\n[[Nope.|LSDruid]]\n\n[['Why don't you use a female animal?'|LSDruid4x3]]

Screw it, you're not chasing a bunch of critters around a forest. You'll just go with the easy mark. You consider the staff for a moment, then memorize one of the spells from it before putting it away again and setting off at a quick run.\n\nIt's getting dark when you emerge from the trees, which to your mind makes it all the better as you slink out, crouching down and slowing down as you keep low across more open territory, heading for the farm that you can smell as much as see. Yeah, at this point you don't need Detect Animal, you can smell the cow. Almost instinctively you curve around to keep downwind as you approach the fenced-in area and the black-splotched white bovine within, steadily chewing grass with apparently no clue that it's being stalked by a superpredator.\n\nWhen you get close enough, you cast the Charm Animal spell. Instantly you can feel the cow's will come under your sway, to the point that all you have to do is think that you'd like it to turn and walk over to you and it does, placidly uncaring about the sight of a panther looming just outside its pen. You use your tentacles to take down the posts of one section of fence and direct the cow through, then wrap a few tentacles around it as well. '<i>Okay, Master, I'm ready to come back,</i>' you try sending experimentally.\n\nA moment later everything goes all wobbly and strange again, and then you're back in the lab. Kandor instantly makes a face at the sight, or rather apparently the smell of your acquisition, bringing his sleeve up over his lower face. "Ugh! What a smelly barnyard creature! You couldn't find something more pleasing to be around?"\n\n'<i>It was easy and sure to get, I didn't think it mattered,</i>' you reply a bit testily, then do your best to school your feline face into an innocent look when he shoots a glare at you.\n\n"Well. I suppose it doesn't," he says with a sigh, turning to the nearby table and picking up something that looks like a large syringe, albeit with a round glass dome on the end instead of a needle. He turns and places the dome against the cow's side, still wrinkling his nose even as he pulls the plunger back. Something in an odd, somehow splotched shade of pink fills up the cylindrical chamber, not quite a liquid but also that's the closest thing you could say it was. At the same time the cow sort of seems to diminish, its udder shrinking and obviously emptying, its body growing more slender, overall just kind of becoming a bit less... cow-y. Once Kandor's filled the syringe, he waves his hand again and the drained cow disappears.\n\n"At long last, the potion will be complete!" he cries, detaching the plunger and the glass dome on the end, then just tossing the entire rest of the apparatus into the cauldron. The stuff inside shifts to that same sort of splotchy pink color as he stands over it cackling... then whips around and points at you. "I'm done with you now, beast! Back in your cage!"\n\n<hr>\n[[(Grumbling.)|LSDruid4x6]]\n\n[[Nah.|LSDruid]]

Probably best to keep playing along for now. This Kandor guy clearly has some way of tracking you and feels confident bossing you about... you're not quite willing just yet to take the chance that he's all bluster and doesn't have anything to back it up with. For now you're managing to, well, manage him pretty well. You can playact awhile longer! \n\nNow you're pretty sure you saw a spell in the staff earlier that was... right, here we go, 'Detect Animal'. You concentrate on that, and a moment later you have a sense of a good number of animals nearby, and as you concentrate on the spell more details about them start trickling in. Let's see, narrow it down to female ones... yeah, yeah, this works! Okay, you're sensing a [[rabbit|LSDruid]], a [[deer|LSDruid]], a [[raccoon|LSDruid5x1]], and a bit further off a [[cow|LSDruid4x5]]. Hm... the cow would probably be the easiest to catch up with and dominate, you think. The others might require some stealth and chasing.

"What?" she grunts, turning around to face you.\n\n'<i>Let me out of here!</i>' you call, extending a tentacle and pointing at the lever Kandor used to close the cage door.\n\n"... Why?" the cow amazon asks in such a bland, unexcited voice that for just a second your entire brain blanks on why you would possibly need to get out of the cage.\n\n<hr>\n[['Just do it!'|LSDruid]]\n\n[['Solidarity!'|LSDruid]]\n\n[['I'll satisfy you!'|LSDruid]]\n\n[['... Because?'|LSDruid]]

Dammit, you were hoping that was just a punishment and not where he actually kept you. But since you don't see any other option right now other than outright rebellion, you stalk over and into the cage, barely managing to yank your tail inside as he brings the door down with a yank of a nearby lever. Rude! You turn to face him and sit, indulging yourself in glowering through the bars at him as he returns to cackling in apparent celebration.\n\n"My Potion of Womanization is complete! Now to take something and turn it into a hot human girl who will obviously adore me and love me as her owner!" he raves, flinging his hands in the air.\n\n'... What a <i>loser</i>,' you think, bringing a paw up to clap it over your face.\n\n"Let's see, let's see, what to humanize first," the wizard mutters as he turns towards a large chest nearby and opens it up, rummaging around through the apparent clutter it contains. Then he gives an 'Aha!' as he comes up holding something like a long cloth wrap. "A Belt of Strength! Hot amazon waifu, here I come!"\n\n'Did he really say "waifu"?' you think, wrinkling your muzzle a bit as he rushes back to the cauldron. You're pretty sure that you've heard that word used derisively to talk about loser guys with crushes on cartoon girls, isn't it a pretty modern word from your world? But even as you're thinking it, Kandor is dumping the magic item into the cauldron, then stepping back and rubbing his hands eagerly as he watches. Admittedly, you're kind of curious too.\n\nBoth of you stare as, a second later, an actual person starts rising up out of the bubbling stuff in the cauldron. Her hair's done up in a bunch of braids and tufts in the same colors as the red and yellow weave of the cloth belt that Kandor threw in, and her eyes are the same green color as the pair of gems that were on its fastener... she's even got a gold ring that looks a lot like the fastener around her thick neck as a choker. She's definitely toned, her tan-skinned body outright muscular, with strong arms, thick legs, and powerful abs...\n\n... well, where they aren't obscured by her udder.\n\n'I bet I'm gonna get blamed for this,' you think as Kandor goes slack-jawed at the other details of his apparent new waifu. Besides the thickness that includes a particularly big, round ass, she's got absolutely huge tits, which are already leaking a bit of milk. But there's also the heavy pink udder attached to part of her stomach, dangling down and obscuring her crotch. She's got a small pair of poky little horns at the top of her head, and her ears curl out to the sides and still have black-splotched white fur on them, as if all the rest didn't say 'cow' enough.\n\n... Actually, it looks like Kandor's not sure whether this is a negative or a positive, you realize after a second, spotting the bulge in the front of his robes to go with the slack-jawed look on his face. The amazonian woman calmly steps forward to the edge of the cauldron and swings a leg around over it, revealing that she does indeed have a nice plump pussy tucked between her legs, as well as the long thin cow-tail above that massive butt. Still dripping bits of potion, she walks over to Kandor, eyeing him momentarily, then looking down at that bulge.\n\n"Uh... I uh... heheh," he almost squeaks... then yelps as she abruptly shoves him, knocking him sprawling on his back. He yelps again in surprise as she grabs the front of his robes and yanks, tearing them open and revealing his scrawny, naked body underneath them, though you've gotta admit that at least his dick's not small.\n\nApparently the new cow-girl agrees, since she instantly drops herself directly down onto it with an audible <i>wham</i>, Kandor making an expression of mingled pain and intense pleasure as he abruptly finds his cock buried in her pussy. The cow-girl then, without hesitation, starts riding him fast and hard, her big ass slapping down against his thighs and her udder thumping against his belly, the four long teats wobbling about. Her human breasts bounce energetically too, squirting out little streams of milk every time she slams down on him, apparently showing her pleasure despite the unflappable look on her face.\n\n'Well this got lewd fast,' you muse, tilting your head. Mostly you're feeling kind of smug about Kandor getting overwhelmed by his own creation, since he definitely does look that. His eyes have rolled up in his head and his lips are pooched out in a truly idiotic expression of pleasure and still obviously some pain, his hands resting on his creation's powerful thighs as she works them to ride him with that jackhammer-like motion. \n\nAfter some minutes the amazon lets out a long, distinctly bovine 'Mooooooo!' and gives herself one last thrust downward, her nipples and her teats all squirting out a somewhat thicker geyser of milk as she apparently cums, her tail lashing back and forth. A few seconds later, her ears give a twitch, before she raises herself up, cum dripping from her pussy as she looks down at Kandor with a nonplussed expression. "Barely satisfying," she says in a monotone.\n\nYou eye Kandor yourself, as gross as it kind of is seeing him with his messy cock all flopped on his belly. Yeaaaah he's... not moving. He's actually got a lot of foam around his mouth, and his eyes are completely rolled up, but he looks kind of happy. Probably all of this has something to do with the genuine cracks in the stone floor around him. You're not much on nerd stuff, but even you're familiar with the concept of "death by snu-snu" and it looks like you've just witnessed it yourself. ... Well, it was about what he deserved.\n\nThen you blink as the cow-girl turns and starts to walk off, apparently intending to just leave you there again.\n\n<hr>\n[['Hey, wait!'|LSDruid4x7]]\n\n[[Charm Animal.|LSDruid]]

Trotting forward, you lean down a bit and rest a hand on the Tiefling's shoulder. She jumps a bit, whipping her head towards you, eyes a bit unfocused as if not really seeing you, a flash of fury washing across her face for a moment.\n\n"Hey, Amana? You okay?" you ask gently.\n\nShe blinks a few times, the tone of your voice apparently cutting through the anger. She stares at you for a moment, head turning a bit more, eyes flicking briefly to Shae and Bane... before she takes a deep breath and lets it out, eyes gradually clearing up and focusing. "Yes. Yes, it is just... a lot to take in. An extremely... complex spell and powerful one," she says, her voice shaking a little at first but gradually growing more even as she continues. "It seems to have different effects depending on what sort of being touches the statue. Whoever crafted this spell was either a genius beyond all comparison, or extremely long-lived and extremely bored but thorough."\n\n"Huh." You blink a few times, processing that.\n\n"So what does it do?" Shae asks with a bit of a frown. \n\n"I only have a very general idea. I believe that with someone of equine descent, it would perform a sort of summoning. If someone of mixed blood were to touch it, it would... 'enhance' that mixing in its own images. It seems to have spell effects for those who wish power as well. It looks like if it's removed from the pedestal by a living being then the spell will be discharged and the treasure accessible, it's simply that... I do not believe it is possible to discharge the spell any other way."\n\n"So we can't just knock it off by poking it with a stick?" Thurkar asks with a grunt.\n\nAmana's expression goes flat. "No, please stop suggesting that for things." She frowns as she turns back to the spell. "I'm really not sure what to do. I think the consequences of any of us touching it would be... undesirable. The safest one to touch it might be Shae, considering, though... this spell is so thorough that if she touches it knowing what it does, there might be further consequences still. Otherwise I think our choices are to explore elsewhere in the ruins... or give it up as a bad job."\n\n"We've come a long way to leave all of this behind," Thurkar growls.\n\n"Mm, I must admit I share some of our large friend's sentiment, though I'm loathe to take too many risks on such an artifact, especially when it comes to risking dear Shae," Bane murmurs. "Perhaps we should have a look around the rest of the place, it might at least display more clues."\n\n"I think we shouldn't set aside the idea of leaving," Amana murmurs, having taken a handful of steps back from the artifact and spent a few moments rubbing her upper arms, as if feeling a chill. You can kind of guess why. "If these are the sorts of magical traps and incantations we're likely to encounter down here, we don't want to run across hidden ones."\n\n"I mean... I'm willing to risk touching it," Shae says slowly. "I don't want us to have to go home empty-handed."\n\n<hr>\n[[Side with Bane.|GGCentaur]]\n\n[[Side with Amana.|GGCentaur]]\n\n[[Side with Shae.|GGCentaur]]\n\n[[Present another option.|GGCentaur]]

<b>September 4, 2018</b>\n* Small formatting updates.\n* Cyan can take part in the "[[helicopter parent|GGDog10x4]]" program at the Winterbury Kennel.\n* Cyan can also take the [[GoPro|GGDog5x3]] she was wearing due to dreams of Svarog over to Leslie's.\n* As a Rakshasa tiefling, Cyan can [[continue her relationship with Vera|GGTief3x5]].\n<b>September 5, 2018</b>\n* Jamie can choose to deal with crowd overload by [[hiding|QOBro1x4]] during his brother's party.\n<b>September 6, 2018</b>\n* More Jamie stuff.\n<b>September 7, 2018</b>\n* Yup, more Jamie stuff.\n<b>September 8, 2018</b>\n* Eric the boy fairy can now elect to become Queen Tania's [[King Consort|MiniEric2x7]]. Much of the Eric-in-fairyland content has also had its formatting brought into line with current standards. (I know there are lots of typos, I'm going to try to tackle them soon.)\n<b>September 10, 2018</b>\n* Stuff of male fairy Eric becoming [[King Consort|MiniEric2x7]].\n<b>September 11, 2018</b>\n* Girl fairy Eric can now elect to try and [[push the pike back in the water|MiniEric4x2]]\n* Or [[fly off in a panic|MiniEric1x2]] after first being changed.\n<b>September 12, 2018</b>\n* More of Eric having stumbled into the land of dark fairies.\n<b>September 13, 2018</b>\n* Vidya witch Cyan can make a fighting game, [[SIMFITE|GGCandy5x9]]\n<b>September 14, 2018</b>\n* More work on SIMFITE.\n* It's getting to be skurry season again, time to work on the horror-themed content! Thusly, [[Wilma and Tanya|WilmaFun3x1]] can explore a bit more of Felipe's Funland.\n<b>September 17, 2018</b>\n* Cyan and friends can go looking for the room with all the statues, AKA the [[art gallery|GGHH13x1]], in the haunted house.\n<b>September 18, 2018</b>\n* More of Cyan and friends messing about in the art gallery.\n<b>September 19, 2018</b>\n* One of the other books Wilma found in [[the library|WilmaLibraryStart]] can be read. There's also some more stuff under Animus Vox... whew, been wanting to write that bit for ages.\n<b>September 20, 2018</b>\n* Jamie can now elect to provide [[Denver Sunrise|QOKevPorn7x2]] for the goth Halloween party.\n<b>September 21, 2018</b>\n* Holly can now decide she will indeed [[become a witch|HollyWitch1x2]] when Zane suggests it.\n<b>September 24, 2018</b>\n* Cyan has a reaction to Leslie's altered appearance after [[smearing glowing moss|GGHH4x5]] on herself.\n* Demon-Cyan can go see [[the owner of the haunted house|GGHH24x2]].\n<b>September 26, 2018</b>\n* Cyan can [[agree to Demon Lord Eidam's demand|GGHH27x3]].\n<b>September 27, 2018</b>\n* Worked on Holly having fog-powered [[pumpkin punch|HollyOct4x1]] with Felicity and Selina. Redid the options, decided I didn't like the old ones.\n<b>September 28, 2018</b>\n* More on demon-Cyan going to see Mr. Shandor.

*<b>Main:</b> Male dungeon lord Cyan can now choose [[Epic Device|GGDungeon4x2]] or Glorious Tome in the Ultra Gacha.\n-Update 2-\n*<b>Game Change:</b> Due to limitations with Twine, this update is where the split between Female and Male editions of the game will begin. There are various efforts to resolve these limitations, and when they are merging the games back together will be relatively easy, but for now this is the easiest solution.\n*<b>Main:</b> Altered the passage where demon Cyan in the haunted house [[focuses on the boys|GGHH17x1]] and went from there.\n*<b>Main:</b> Cyan can admit to Rina that she snagged a [[tentacle alien egg|GGRA1x3]].\n*<b>Main:</b> Cyan can become a [[home product tester|GGDL4x1]] for AppAssure.\n-Update 3-\n*<b>Main:</b> Cyan can now do [[world modification|Cyrim1x1]] in modded VR Skyrim.\n*<b>Main:</b> Marei can [[join|Marei20x1]] Salli and Ken when she catches them. She can also choose a [[collar|Marei17x4]] when shopping for the club with Salli.\n*<b>Main:</b> Layla can suggest [[Hill Heights|MeanSchoolStart]] for her father's relocation.

"I mean... I guess I can kinda see how something like that would happen?" you allow warily. "I don't think it's right, with you... y'know... this is just so frikkin' weird."\n\n"You'll understand when you meet him, darling, I promise," your mother says with a winning smile.\n\n"Wait, why <i>am</i> I meeting him?" you ask with a deeper frown.\n\n"Because he asked me to bring you to meet him, so I'm obeying," she says evenly. Again, you're not really sure of what response to make to that, so you fall silent.\n\nEventually she pulls up the drive to a particularly large, opulent, somewhat gothic-style home and stops in front of the porch. You get out of the car, then glance over and squawk at the sight of her dropping her skirt. "What are you doing?!"\n\n"Master has forbidden me to appear clothed in front of him, so obviously I'm stripping naked, darling," she replies reasonably, apparently unconcerned that she's doing so in full view of the street and the neighboring houses. While you watch in shock she unbuttons her blouse and shrugs out of it, revealing her heavy, full breasts that wobble with her motions. Her panties drop next, leaving her standing there in the garter belt and stockings... which she proceeds to bend over to push down and peel out of, aiming her bare ass and revealed pussy directly at the street as several cars drive by. Stepping out of the stockings and her shoes, and leaving her clothing scattered on the drive, she turns and makes her way to the door, tits and ass jiggling, while you follow behind rather numbly.\n\nThe interior of the house is dim and a little warm, filled with a light haze of spicy, rich scent. Geez, how much incense is this guy burning? Still, you can't help but feel both a little lulled and a little excited by the scent... you're not even sure how to describe it other than as somehow adventurous and sensual. You watch your mother pause beside the set of shelves with an array of collars on them, picking out one of thick black leather with a metallic purple tag in the shape of a female symbol on it and slipping it around her neck, fastening it into place. "Now come, darling, time for you to meet the Master," she coos, resting a hand on your back and guiding you down the hallway.\n\nA pair of doors swing open ahead of your approach, revealing a room lit by numerous candles and a few hanging lanterns. It looks like a cross between a vintage Elizabethan sitting room and a sultan's harem, with rich crimson and deep gold the dominant colors, along with lots of dark wood. In the center of the room is a two-seat couch, and sitting sprawled at a slight angle on it, as if it were a throne in Camelot, is a man who takes your breath away. His hair is dark and wavy, spilling down around his shoulders, slim midnight brows drawing attention to pale eyes, a goatee sharp enough to cut with framing a lovely but strong mouth. His shoulders are broad without being wide, and his bare chest and stomach are shaped with lean, powerful muscle. In fact his whole body looks pale and perfect and strong, since all he seems to be wearing is a simple black loincloth draped over the obvious bulge in his lap.\n\n"Master, I have brought my daughter as ordered," your mother coos, bowing deeply at the waist, her tits hanging down and wobbling a bit with the motion.\n\n"Good. Come over here to me, then."\n\nFeeling somehow both tingly and numb, excited and horrified, you watch as your mother sinks to her hands and knees and makes her way over to Ma... the man on all fours, her tits wobbling under her and ass shaking in the air. She arrives at his knee, whereupon he lazily reaches out to stroke her hair like he would a faithful dog that had wandered over. But the entire time those pale, intense eyes are focused entirely on you, piercing through you in a way that makes you feel like you shouldn't have even bothered to put on clothes at all. Which is perhaps fitting, since the next thing he says, obviously to you this time, is "Strip."\n\nYour hands twitch, almost in motion before you realize it. You want to obey him. You want it more than almost anything else you've ever wanted in your life that you can remember. The desire to obey him is almost like having an overful bladder and every one of your quickened heartbeats that goes by feels that much closer to losing control and gushing everywhere, and somehow the thought of not obeying him fills you with the same sense of shame that pissing yourself normally would. Some part of you is screaming that this isn't normal, this isn't right, but the rest of you is just begging you to listen to him, strip out of your clothes, and show your tits and pussy and ass to him for his approval.\n\n<hr>\n[[Strip.|GGParent7x3]]\n\n[[Resist.|GGParent]]

Really it's just such a relief to pull off your t-shirt and drop it to the floor, followed by the simple bra you were wearing under it, baring your perky teenage tits to your Master's pale gaze. Your nipples are almost painfully hard, aching for his touch, actually seeming to stiffen a little further just at the feel of those intense eyes on them. Your fingers are trembling a little as you unbutton and unzip your jeans, pushing them and your panties down (a line of wetness briefly connecting the cloth and your soaked lower lips), ass shaking in the air as you hook off your socks and boots as well. You stand naked in the hazy air, feeling it warm and almost caress-like on your skin as he calmly peruses you, your mother looking over with an expression of pride on her face.\n\n"Now, on all fours," Master says evenly. "And crawl to me. Slowly."\n\nYou nod, slowly sinking down to your knees and then leaning forward onto your hands, making your way towards him, the pace giving you plenty of time to watch his legs slowly, gracefully part, to look at the fall of that thin cloth over the large bulge beneath. To feel the carpet under your hands and knees and shins, feeling the little dribbles down your thighs shift and move with your motions, the heat of the perfumed air pulled between your parted lips.\n\n"You understand that I own you now, don't you?" Master says evenly as he watches you approach.\n\n"Yes," you agree in a soft, dreamy tone, almost moaning at the acknowledgement.\n\n"And that your entire reason for living or existing is to obey me and pleasure my cock," he prompts, face still calm and composed as he watches you move between his legs alongside your mother.\n\n"Yes, Master," you moan back, shivering. At his prompting stare, you repeat back, "I only live to obey you... I only live for your cock."\n\n"Good." He turns his head slightly to look at your mother. "Instruct her, slave."\n\n"Yes, master," your mother coos, bringing a hand up briefly to lift his loincloth and shift it to the side, revealing his large, pale white cock and balls. He's completely hairless, and yet there's little question of his maturity or masculinity, the shaft thick and long, the sack heavy, a definite heady musk infusing your nose through the scents already in the air. He's still soft, as if to emphasize that having two naked women kneeling before him and vowing that they live only for his cock was a mere trifle, of no consequence. "Here, darling, like this," your mother whispers, leaning in to drag her tongue up over one of Master's balls, opening her mouth wide as she does and then leaning in towards the top of the lick, pressing her lips to the soft white skin and suckling as she moves back down. She lets her lips part from it close to the bottom, rolling her tongue over it repeatedly, before glancing at you. "Like that, make sure to use your whole mouth, worship him with everything you have."\n\nYou slowly lean in, until you're sure Master can feel your soft, panted breaths on his skin. Your tongue trembles a little as you stick it out, but at the taste of him on your tongue any and all remaining thoughts of independence or living for your own sake evaporate. You moan softly, quivering in a small orgasm as you copy your mother's earlier motions, feeling the soft skin wrinkle and the heavy orb beneath shift as you drag your tongue upwards and then lean in, letting your lips press to it in a wide, open-mouthed kiss with your tongue rolling and flicking. You slide downward along it, rolling your eyes up to gaze on the face of your god, watching as he looks down at you with the distant, mild affection an aristocrat gives a purpose-trained animal.\n\nYou suck and lick at the left side while your mother works over the right, her lips and tongue occasionally parting from Master's skin to whisper soft instructions that you hasten to obey. You continue to look up at his face as she orders you, making sure that he can see the submission, the worship in your eyes, the adoration on your face as you lavish attention on his balls. Out of the corner of your eye, you can see his cock gradually, slowly hardening, rising up from its draped position, and you long to stare at it, wonder at it, knowing that you'd probably cum just from looking at your very purpose in life. But you also want to be a good little obedient slave for Master, and so you keep your blue eyes fixed on his face, always gazing up at him as your tongue and lips work over his sack alongside your mother's more experienced ministrations. \n\nEventually, perhaps prompted by some cue you're not a good enough slave to pick up on yet, your mother moves up to start kissing around the base of Master's cock. Deciding that means you're meant to follow along, you lean up to do so as well, moaning softly at actually being allowed to touch Master's shaft with your lips finally. Her verbal instruction is fewer and further between now, leaving you mostly to follow her by example, giving soft sucking kisses all up and down along the thick shaft, giving short, rolling licks, sucking at the silk-smooth skin over that rock hard flesh. Of course in the process your lips and tongue brush over your mother's quite a bit, but your focus remains on Master's cock, the most important thing in the world. Eventually your mother draws back some, a hand moving up your bare back and to the back of your head, guiding you upward. You roll your tongue around the head of Master's cock, then slide your lips down over it, feeling your mother's fingers clench gently, but firmly, into your hair. Her hand guides you in your movements, urging you down, voice purring out, "Relax your throat, baby, let our Master claim it" as you reflexively gag a little. But between your eagerness to obey and the pressure of your mother's hand, soon you're sliding further and further down each time, letting him deeper inside, letting him spread open and penetrate. Your mother leans in close to you, cooing and murmuring encouragingly as she helps you fuck your throat onto the magnificent prick, her breasts pressing against you as her free hand rubs at the front of your throat, stroking the bulge the Master's cock makes in it.\n\nYou lose track of how long you spend deep-throating your Master, your only thought about how your entire reason for existing keeps sliding between your lips and down your throat until your nose is pressed firmly against his crotch. Over and over again you suck it deep into your throat, swallowing and gulping around it, your naked body writhing gently under your mother's touches and caresses as your puffy pussy drips onto the floor. But at some unspoken signal, your mother finally pulls your head up, taking hold of your shoulders and guiding you to stand up, both of you moving around behind the couch where a sort of standalone bed rests, no headboard or footboard, just a large square to fuck on. You're trembling with excitement as your mother urges you to lay back on it and lays down beside you, turning her head to smile over at you as she entwines her fingers with yours. Then you're looking up as the Master looms over you, his strong hands lifting your legs and pulling you into position. And then you're moaning, cumming almost the instant he starts pushing inside you, your hips bucking and pussy clenching as he nevertheless slides deeper and deeper inside, spreading you wide, claiming your virginity, claiming your everything. That first penetration is long and slow, letting you feel every bit of him sliding deep into you, making sure that you know he irrevocably owns your cunt along with the rest of you. And then he begins to <i>fuck</i> you, short, smooth, powerful strokes that rock your body and make your perky teenage tits jiggle. You cry out repeatedly, arching your back and squeezing your mother's hand as the two of you's owner uses you to pleasure himself, drives home that you're his property, claims you forever.\n\nYour pleasure-glazed eyes look up at the Master, drinking in the slight smug smirk on his pretty lips, another climax shuddering through you at the cold heat in his pale eyes, knowing that he's reveling in how superior he is to you, how much more powerful and important, your pussy fluttering at the thought of being his plaything as you were meant to be. And he just keeps fucking you, and fucking you, as you cum repeatedly, your body twisting and bucking as he fucks your previously virgin pussy to orgasm after orgasm. And then your mother is pulling away, hand disengaging from yours... only for her leg to swing over your head as she settles to her knees, her bare-shaven, dripping pussy practically touching your mouth, it and her obviously well- and regularly-fucked asshole filling your field of view. "Pleasure her. I want to see it," your Master orders you gravely.\n\n<hr>\n[[Obey to obey.|GGParent]]\n\n[[Obey enthusiastically.|GGParent7x4]]

You both have a good laugh at that, your mother cheerfully glancing at you and smiling, before the two of you settle back. Several minutes go by before you realize she never actually answered you. "Uh, so hey, seriously, who are we going to meet?"\n\n"Well it's not my boyfriend!" your mother says with a little snort of laughter. The both of you have another chuckle that trails off, before she coughs a little and shifts in place. "... It's my Master."\n\n"... What?" you say flatly.\n\n"He's not my boyfriend, that's just silly! You date a boyfriend, that's a kind of equal relationship, whereas my Master owns me completely and I do whatever he says," your mother answers in a rather dreamy tone, briefly biting her lower lip and shifting slightly in her seat.\n\n"You... you're cheating on Dad in some... weird BDSM thing?!" you blurt.\n\n"No, don't be silly," your mother snaps back in an annoyed tone. "Your father is perfectly aware that I belong to Master and that he's not allowed to touch me anymore. The Master emphasized it to him himself."\n\nYou open and close your mouth several times, but there's simply no way your teenage mind can fabricate a response to that. So you close your mouth and slump back in the seat, muttering, "Geeziz."\n\n"It's just one of those things, Cyan," she says in a bright tone. "The moment I met Master, I knew he owned me completely, mind, heart, body, and soul. I never wanted anything else than to obey him completely and belong to him. You have an open mind, don't you? You could believe something like that happening, right?"\n\n<hr>\n[[Well, maybe.|GGParent7x2]]\n\n[[No, never.|GGParent8x1]]

If it would please Master for you to eat out your mother, you'd love nothing better in the world. You bring your hands up to grab her thighs and lift your head, eagerly shoving your tongue into the sodden pussy that birthed you, your mother cooing delightedly and running her hands over your tits and belly. You shudder and buck even more as her fingers pinch at and toy with your nipples, your tongue frantic as you lick and suck at her, pulling the thick, hot, slick pussylips into your mouth and then running your tongue over them. There's no instructions this time, no coaching, it's apparently enough that you're enthusiastically obeying the order to tongue your mother's snatch. At least to judge by the way the Master starts fucking you even more firmly, rocking you against the cushion, while your mother writhes above you and plays with your body, her moans caressing your ears.\n\nAnd then the Master is thrusting forward hard, and your eyes roll in your head at the intensity of your orgasm as the hot, wet feel deep inside lets you know he's cumming in you. The Master is cumming in you, you're his cumdump, he's finally fulfilling your purpose in life of using you to make himself cum! Everything goes white as your body trembles and shudders, muscles clenched and legs twitching as you have what's either the single most intense orgasm of your life or a whole bunch of really big ones at once, you're not entirely sure. But when you come to you're slumped, panting and sweaty, on the bed, your mother having swung off of you so that you can look down and watch the Master pull his cock from you, your formerly virgin cunt now gaping slightly and smeared with his jizz. The Master calmly steps to the side, then reaches forward to grab your mother's hips, toppling her backwards as he hauls her to the edge of the cushion. His cock, still smeared with his cum and yours, is utterly stiff as he moves in between her legs, and claims her in a single firm thrust, your mother crying out joyously as she takes her turn being used for what she was made for. You shiver at the sight, at the knowledge that this is how you'll get to spend the rest of your life.\n\nThe Master's eyes bore into you, then flick towards your mother's pleasure-wracked face. Needing no more order than that, you move to straddle her head, shivering a little as you lower your messy pussy to her lips. You let out a loud gasp as immediately your mother's tongue begins much more skillfully eating you out, showing that she's probably gotten more than a few other girls off in her time as a good little slave... that, or her desire to eat the Master's cum out of your cunt is providing amazing results. Your hips buck and twist as your mother's tongue and mouth work you over, your hands moving to squeeze and knead her full tits, both to repay her for her earlier pleasure as well as the view of the Master. The Master's strong, pale hands raise up, running over your shoulders, your tits, your belly, your sides, just stroking you, appreciating you like the prized possession you are, his touch as much as the skilled cunnilingus making you moan and cum all over your mother's face.\n\nEventually Master thrusts in deep, then pulls his cock out of your mother, a bit of cum dribbling out and onto the floor. He calmly reaches out and grips hold of your hair, pulling you forward and pushing your face between her legs, giving you the privilege of licking and sucking his seed out of your mother's cunt. You do so with a will, tongue lapping up the thick cream as your mother's tongue continues to work over your no doubt long-since-cleaned pussy. You can sense more than see the Master moving up onto the bed and around you, until his strong hands are gripping your ass, squeezing it and then spreading it. Your eyes roll as he starts pushing into you, spreading your tight little pucker open and sliding inside you, finally, fully claiming all three of your little fuckpet holes. But he's given you a job to do, and so you continue sixty-nining with your fellow slave as he pushes deep into you and starts up that smooth, quick thrusting again. You simultaneously feel so utterly blessed to have your Master fucking you in the ass, using you for what you were made for, and at the same time a little jealous of your mother, getting to watch those big, perfect balls sway, and slap against her tongue where it's constantly teasing your cunt.\n\nOnce Master has dumped his load into your ass, he repositions you atop your mother, letting the two of you fondle each other and suck one another's tongues, moaning and writhing as he thrusts his cock between your bellies, letting the thick shaft rub along your pussy lips and clits where they're pressing together. He apparently quite enjoys the view, since he spills his load between your bellies three times, smearing his thick, virile jizz all over your stomachs and the undersides of your tits. Finally though, he flops you onto your back and hauls you around again easily, pulling you so that your head is hanging over the side. This time he's once more slow as the cock that's so recently been in your pussy, your mother's pussy, and your ass slides between your lips and down your throat again. This time you accept your role as a placid fuckhole, not moving or reacting, just letting the Master use your throat to get himself off, your eyes fixed on the sight of his balls as they repeatedly swing forward to slap his face. In the midst of the long, thorough throatfuck, you can feel something being slid around your neck, the sensation of leather just the faintest bit rough as the collar is slipped into place, the Master leaving his cock buried down your throat so that the band can be latched snug against his bulge, the choking ecstasy of his cock inside you and the feel of the metal tag on your skin, the tightness of the thing reaffirming your status as nothing more than a pet, makes you cum again.\n\nAfter the Master has fed you his load, he pulls out, then makes a dismissive gesture. Your mother takes your upper arm and guides you around the corner and through a set of doors, into a bathroom. You're dazed, but pleasantly so as the two of you wash up and clean off. You get a chance to look in the mirror, to see the black collar with its metallic blue tag, the lettering on it simply reading 'Slave #33'. A pleasant shiver passes through you before you finish drying off, your mother taking a brush and arranging your hair as you do, as nonchalant about the two of you's nudity and recent activities as if it were any other normal day.\n\nWhen the two of you emerge back into the orgy room, Master has settled back onto his throne-couch. Another slave, a pretty twenty-something with dark hair and pert breasts, wearing a maid outfit (inasmuch as a collar, black lace garter belt, stockings, heels, and decorative apron can be called a "maid outfit"), is kneeling between the Master's legs, deligently cleaning his once more unaroused cock with a wet cloth, while he pays her no more mind than most people would a Roomba. He glances over as the two of you move to stand in front of him and bow deeply. "Your life now belongs to me," Master informs you evenly.\n\n"Of course, Master, I live only to serve you and pleasure your cock," you answer, smiling.\n\n"When I don't feel like using you, you are free to return to the world outside. Pretend to be a real person as much as you wish. But tell no one of me and bring no one here, unless I specifically order you to. No other man's cock is allowed inside of you, but other than that you may do as you like."\n\n"Yes, Master."\n\n"Good. All other instructions may be given to you by your elder slave. I'll send someone for you or come see you when I feel like making use of you." Then he flicks his hand dismissively as he picks up an open book off the arm of the couch, turning his eyes to it as the maid leans forward to swallow his limp cock to the root, apparently to make sure by taste that it's clean.\n\nYou don't bother stopping for your clothes, since the Master didn't order you to, both you and your mother padding naked through the hall. When your mother stops to remove her collar at the shelves, you do so as well, spotting a raised portion with a small plaque reading '33' that you can place it on. Then, still naked, the two of you walk out the door into the late evening light, the muggy summer air washing over your bare tits and pussies. Your mother's ass jiggles as she walks over to her clothes, only bothering to pick up and put on her blouse, barely bothering to button it before gathering up the rest of her clothing and tossing it into the car, settling her bare ass into the seat as you pull the seatbelt across your own nude form. You shiver a little at driving along the streets naked, wondering if someone might stop you, but it's also quite the thrill to have that bit of danger, this period between being the Master's toy and going back to the 'real world'.\n\n"Well, I suppose your father will be happy," your mother chirps as she pulls into the driveway. She pauses, taking a quick look around to check for nosy neighbors, before getting out and sauntering quickly to the door while you scurry a bit more hurriedly, since this is after all where you live. Your bottomless mother messes with her keys at the doorway for several heart-pounding seconds before opening the door and letting you both in. She stretches, tits almost popping out of her barely-buttoned blouse as she continues. "The Master paid him quite a lot to be a good little boy, but he's been leaving it untouched in his bank account to keep up appearances for you. Now that we both belong to Master, he can spend it as he likes. No doubt the Master will have informed him there's a nice, hefty bonus now that his daughter's been claimed as well," she adds with a bit of a snicker. "Mm, he'll be home in a little while. Shall we order pizza...?"\n\n<hr>\n[[Eat pizza.|GGParent]]\n\n[[Eat pussy.|GGParent]]

After a few minutes of pondering mischief, you shake your head and decide against it. No, you don't want to do anything that could potentially upset someone and lead to drama. You're a responsible young lady, after all, that's why you're cheer captain. So instead you play with your phone patiently until Cassie emerges wearing a towel, and go in to take your own shower. You emerge to find Cassie wearing a slightly oversized white t-shirt and plain white panties, her standard sleeping gear. You drop the towel and pull on your own similar garb, just with blue panties and a black tanktop. The two of you have slept over at each others' houses often enough to not even blink at the routine.\n\nYou flop down on the side of the bed, C-cups jiggling just a little bit at being left free beneath the tanktop. Your feet fling out and bump against one of Cassie's bags, and there's a little jingle. Specifically, like some small jingle bells. You both blink in surprise, looking at it, then at each other. "Did you pack something with bells on it?"\n\n"No, but someone else may have." Brow creased in consternation, Cassie sits up and swings around to sit on the side of the bed herself. She hauls the bag into her lap and unzips it, rummaging for a moment before sighing. "My stupid little brother, he's always messing around with stuff." She draws out a pair of teddy bears, particularly archetypical examples of their kind, brown and bright-faced with round black eyes, red ribbons tied around their necks, the tips of the ribbons the source of the jingling bells. They're fairly large bears, maybe two feet tall not counting their plump almost cylindrical stuffed legs.\n\n"Your brother put teddy bears in your bag?" you ask, quirking your eyebrows.\n\n"Probably thinks he was being funny, the little snot." She sighs, holding up one in each hand to you as if asking for commentary.\n\n<hr>\n[[Aw, they're adorable.|CheerMotel7x2]]\n\n[[Eh, they're totally lame.|CheerMotel3x1]]\n\n[[You have no strong feelings one way or the other.|CheerFestStart]]

"They're actually really cute!" you assert, hugging the bear to your chest. "I don't know what your brother was <i>trying</i> for, but what he succeeded in was giving me a cuddle buddy for the night!"\n\nCassie laughs a little, giving her own bear a shake and setting the bell on its bow to jingling. "I guess you're right. Besides, if he was trying to be a jerk, it'll just upset him even more if I say it was really thoughtful of him and we enjoyed his gift."\n\n"I know, right?" You giggle a bit, hugging the bear to your chest. Playfully rubbing the top of its head, you coo in baby talk, "Who's a cutie-wootie-patootie?" Settling back against the headboard, you and Cassie chat for awhile longer, seguing from the ridiculousness of her little brother's activities to other family-related subjects, and finally winding down into tired murmurings that are mostly excuses not to go to sleep yet. Recognizing it for what it is, you finally reach over and turn off the lights, exchanging goodnights with your friend before settling in under the covers, laying on your back with the teddy bear hugged to your chest.\n\nYou awaken in the night with your body trembling, pleasure thrumming through you and moans already on your lips. Cool air plays over your sweaty skin, the covers having been tossed aside, and you feel something soft and fuzzy against your hips and belly, as well as something smooth and hot pumping into your pussy. And it feels <i>amazing</i>, your hips beginning to rise and fall in time with the strokes, encountering no resistance to the movement. Trying to focus you look down and see the source of all those sensations... the teddy bear! It's hugging your hips with its entire body and working its fuzzy little ass for all it's worth, pumping what feels like a smooth plastic cock into your sodden cunt!\n\nYou can hear moaning and gasping besides your own and look over with wide eyes. Cassie is laying on her side, her legs together and drawn up a bit, her own teddy bear balanced on its stumpy legs and with its arms draped over the top of her hip, thrusting away into her turned-sideways pussy with what sort of looks like a pink vibrator sticking out of its crotch. Cassie meets your gaze with wide eyes, apparently having awoken at a similar time and just as shocked as you are. \n\nYou're being molested by a stuffed toy! What do you do?!\n\n<hr>\n[[Try to fight it off!|CheerMotel]]\n\n[[Just lay back and accept it.|CheerMotel]]\n\n[[Actually this feels AWESOME! Encourage it!|CheerMotel]]

Deciding that a little venture into nature and some solitude therein sounds fun, you head off and away from the more trafficked areas of the park... in fact, a glance around shows that everyone is a fair ways off and not even paying attention to you as you go.\n\nYou make your way between the trees and into the dim shade of the little wooded area, looking around. Wow, this is a nice little relaxing spot... even a computer addict like you can feel your soul relaxing a little at the peace and quiet, the somehow greenish light filtering in through the canopy of leaves, the occasional chirp of birdsong. You pick your way through a line of bushes and slightly more closely-grown-together trees that provide even more privacy, now determined to find a good place to sprawl and take a nap... or at least play some games on your phone for awhile. (Hey, addict.)\n\nEventually, you come to a little stream... probably no more than a foot wide and a couple of inches deep, running over stones. You're shocked at how clear and pure it looks... you'd expect that in the mountains or some distant bit of countryside, not here in the middle of town. Someone must have worked hard to keep this area clear of any outside influence, there's not even any litter.\n\nYou glance across the stream. It looks like the woods get a bit more overgrown from here, a little more wild. You glance around at the slightly clear area you're in... it would make a perfectly good spot to relax, as it is. Also, the sound of the water running is kind of making you thirsty, you could always see if the water tastes as clean and cool as it looks...\n\n<hr>\n[[Go deeper into the woods.|GGDog9x1]]\n\n[[Relax here.|GGDogPlaceholder]]\n\n[[Take a drink.|GGDog1x2]]

"I... what even..." You've got a masculine build alright, sleek muscles, but it's all colored in cream fur... well, except for your hands and feet up to the elbows and knees, those are a color closer to black coffee. You shift to look down at yourself, spreading your legs and winding up displaying the hefty cream-furred balls dangling between them, and the fairly thick sheath settled just above those. Reaching your hands up to your face, you can feel that it's... well, it's still mostly humanoid, you think, but there's definitely some shift into a muzzle there, and your ears are perked up atop your head from amidst the thick, soft hair growing around them. \n\n"You seem to be a kitsune," Koliel explains as she straightens up. "Admittedly I'm not terribly familiar with the race, but you do match the descriptions. You're very foxlike... I would say quite attractive, really, if that doesn't bother you," she adds, tilting her head a little. "Are you having any trouble moving, does your body feel... odd?"\n\n"Ah... I don't think so, no," you answer after a moment, trying to get to your feet (okay they're more like paws but you're still going to call them feet). Everything does seem to work okay, and even though your legs are set up to walk digigrade, you don't have any trouble walking in a small circle. Doing so lets you catch a glimpse of your long, thick... tails. Three of them, if you're seeing right, all tipped with the same darker color your hands and feet (and hair, once you check) are. You can even twitch and move them a bit, though it's an odd sensation and no doubt. "I mean everything feels... normal, even though I know it's not," you admit as you turn to face Koliel again.\n\n"Yes, that's apparently an affect of the spell. I <i>am</i> sorry about the mixup," she repeats sheepishly. "Like I said, when we get back to Purnaster, someone who specializes in body changing spells can put you back to your proper form, and I'll pay for it. Though... I suppose it might take me some time to get the money together."\n\n"Lemme guess, all of our stuff burned up when the dragon killed us?" you mutter, trying to casually cup your crotch. You kind of wonder if this even counts as needing to hide... your balls are out but your dick isn't. Does your sheath count as the lewd part for exposure though? You can't ask Koliel, even if she gave a flip about nudity you doubt she'd know about kitsune standards for it. \n\n"Everything but mine. I have some money and some things I can sell, but I suppose I'll have to do some 'profit' hunting on our way back as well, especially since it's likely the others will need to be 'tweaked', considering. We'll have to find out over the next week, I can only use one reincarnation scroll a day." Koliel bends to pick up her camp sack, then points. "There's a stream over there, would you accompany me while I use some healing balm on my skin?"\n\n"'Course." You force yourself to uncover and walk normally as you follow after her, since it sounds like you're going to be naked around her for at least a few days, may as well start trying to get over it now.\n\nStill, you can't help but watch with fascination as she strips out of her already scanty clothing and wades into the stream, starting to scoop balm out of the small jar she's holding and smearing it across her skin, its path easing the angry pink-red color and instead leaving her gleaming and oily. You have the very new and very strange sensation of your cock swelling inside your sheath and starting to slip out of it, the furry passage spreading open as something glistening and pink starts to emerge. Sure, you always thought Koliel was hot, but watching her shamelessly and without a care oiling up her beautiful body right in front of you is having an... affect... on your new body.\n\nAs you're staring, there's a soft 'puff', and you turn your head to see a tiny cream-and-coffee three-tailed kitsune with horns on his head and an erection half as big as he is leering at you. "Hey man, that elf chick is hot hot hot! Let's put the kitsune mind whammy on her and turn her into an obedient little fuckpet, and then we can give her a red rocket ride all! Night! Long!" he declares, thrusting his hips and making his giant erection swing up and down.\n\nThere's another puff, and you look over to your other shoulder to see another naked kitsune that looks like you, wearing gold wire-rimmed glasses and holding a teacup and saucer, apparently ignoring his much more realistically-sized canine-like hardon. "My word, such indecency. That would be utterly immoral, my good chap, just because you've become a magical trickster fox is no good reason to go turning your friend and companion into a magically dazed cockwarmer." He delicately sips his tea, before gesturing at you with the cup. "I'm sure if you simply seduce her and give her a good going-over with your tongue, the lady would be perfectly happy to pleasure your prick all the night long, and such and so on."\n\nThe next noise is from between your ears, and you roll your eyes up to look at a kitsune Cyan with fuzzy boobs instead of an erection, head propped up on one elbow. "Yeah, or you could remember that just because you've been turned into a fox doesn't mean you have to go all yiff-yiff. Dude, it's Koliel, she's like our best friend in this world, don't go making things extra weird by pouncing her the moment you turn into a guy. Especially since we're still out in the middle of the wilderness and it's like a month and a half hike back to Purnaster without the horses, since you'll notice they're not here. Get a grip."\n\n<hr>\n[[Listen to lewd miniCyan.|GGMonk]]\n\n[[Listen to faux-refined miniCyan.|GGMonk]]\n\n[[Listen to normal miniCyan.|GGMonk]]

You're really worried about how much time your Bunny... er, Doctor Bun... ah, David... might have if you don't start getting him some samples soon so he can work on a cure. So you're going to have to start being a bit more proactive about getting those samples.\n\n... Thinking about it you probably should have tried to ambush some of the more solitary roamers. Or at least gotten a sample from the first zombie you killed. Well, that one's practically right outside the gates, maybe Doctor Bun can snag a sample himself without too much trouble.\n\n......... And see your ripped, discarded pants on top of it. Oops.\n\nIn a mixture of embarrassment and fervor, you turn and set off down the street marked as leading to the hot zone. Your gun is obviously pretty powerful... if you can get a shot or two in before the mutants notice you're there, you should be able to put them down, dart in and get a few samples, and dart away before any of the others see you. You've just gotta be smart, and careful, and not get caught!\n\nThe moment you think that there's a fwipping noise through the air and something that feels like a cross between sweaty human skin and a snake's body wraps around your thighs and one of your upper arms, yanking you abruptly off your feet and into the air. You let out a loud yelp as you're wheeled around, your eyes widening at the sight of the creature that's seized you. It's much bigger than the other bloated male mutants you've seen before... easily seven feet tall or more, and as fat and bulging as a sumo wrestler, but without any of the firmness or solidity, just pale rolls of flesh, its bulgy, hairless head tilted back and mouth open in a constant silent groan, swollen purple tongue jutting out. Its mutant cock is even bigger than the others you've seen too, easily your own height in length, three long whips from the nest of tentacles around the base being what grabbed you, the opening at the tip pulsating and surrounded by shorter, blunter, but still constantly writhing and twitching tentacles. It definitely seems to be what's focusing on you, with its beady glowing red eyes, rather than the largely unreactive bloated mass it's attached to.\n\n<hr>\n[[PANIK!|GGZA]]\n\n[[Headshot!|GGZA]]\n\n[[Center mass!|GGZA]]\n\n[["Help!"|GGZA1x5]]

Maybe something decent to read can stave off your ennui for awhile. You stroll on into the section of fiction novels, noting that there's a setup with 'Librarian Recommendations' on there. You wonder what the fussy chick at the desk added to this list... they all seem a little too fun and whimsical to really be her choices. (You might be operating on a slight bias from your ten seconds of interaction with her. Maybe.)\n\nAnyway, the display is nice and big with a variety of books up, may as well look over it first thing.\n\n<center>[[<img src="https://i.imgur.com/0uHvFBG.jpg?1" alt="Alice in Wonderland" title="Alice in Wonderland">|GGAIWStart]] [[<img src="https://i.imgur.com/XpFw2a2.jpg?2" alt="The Sword in the Stone" title="The Sword in the Stone">|GGKingStart]] [[<img src="https://i.imgur.com/6jti1Jq.jpg?1" alt="The Wizard of Oz" title="The Wizard of Oz">|GGOzStart]] \n[[<img src="https://i.imgur.com/9KiY4zZ.jpg?1" alt="The Wickedest Witches of Oz" title="The Wickedest Witches of Oz">|GGDOzStart]] [[<img src="https://i.imgur.com/cZwxF74.jpg?1" alt="The Kinda Kinky Caveman" title="The Kinda Kinky Caveman">|GGCaveStart]] </center>

"I'll take on the King," you say after a moment. "This was all my idea, after all, I better be ready to step up when the time comes."\n\nThe others look a little uncertain but no one actually disagrees as you all straighten up and turn towards the throne. "I am Cyan, a Warrior of-" You hesitate just a second, then shrug. Why the fuck not. "-of Deviville! I challenge the king!"\n\n"Very well!" the lion man steps down from the throne dias, casting his cape entirely aside as he does. As forthright as he seems, he clearly has a bit of a flare for the dramatic, striding in a bit of a show-offy swagger to the center of the room. As you approach he adds, "I, King Rorn, accept your challenge! Since you are a human, I will give you the choice of weapon! Choose one of those which was fought with when the Mother first brought us forth: swords, spears, bare hands, or fur and fang!"\n\n<hr>\n[[Swords.|GGWar]]\n\n[[Spears.|GGWar]]\n\n[[Bare hands.|GGWar]]\n\n[[... Wait, <i>fur</i> and <i>fang</i>?|GGWar]]

Well, even if she spit in it or something, it's a small price to pay for social climbing. Besides, it's not the worst thing you'd have experienced at the hands of a rival Alpha Bitch. Nodding, you accept the plate and set it in front of you. "Thanks a lot, Karasu-san, I appreciate it."\n\nKarasu actually seems to start a little, glancing at you, then looking away and blushing even worse, grumbling about getting the rice as she heads back into the kitchen. Once she's returned and settled down, everyone starts helping themselves and eating. You pop one of the pieces of sushi into your mouth and almost choke after you bite down... because you're just that shocked at how good it is. "Oh my Goooood," you moan almost orgasmically, letting your eyes roll up. \n\n"I know right?!" Akira chirps, practically bouncing in place. "Karasu-chan is just the best in the kitchen she's like the best cook ever she does everything great but she's so good at sushi it's amazing that's what she calls an Akira Roll too she made it because she knows I like both soft and crunchy so it's got avocado and grilled shrimp in it and all the flavors come together perfect and it's the best ever!"\n\nYou glance at Karasu, who's steadily let her head sink down as if trying to hide in the collar of her open coat, her shaggy bangs covering her eyes and her face almost as red as said coat. ... Hm. Loathe as you are to give up a piece of the godlike sushi, you're pretty sure you can cinch this with one single action. So you hold the plate out to Akira. "Here, have one, then."\n\n"OHGOSHTHANKSOHMYGOSHYAY!" Akira snags one of the pieces of sushi and pops it in her mouth, squealing happily and squirming around in place. Karasu gives you such a gooey expression it's almost sickening... you feel a weird warm sensation somewhere low in your chest for a moment, before deciding that it must just be happiness at finding some really good leverage. Akira is so clearly Karasu's weak spot. You finish off the sushi and start trying the rest. It's... different than you got in the sort of general 'Asian' restaurants back home, but you're surprised how much of it you like without reservations. Still, as you're eating, you can't help but let your gaze wander around the table.\n\n"You may as well ask," Misaki says simply, almost making you jump a little.\n\n"A-ask what?"\n\n"Heheh, lookin' at our tits, huh?" Katsuko chirps, leaning her shoulders back and causing her large breasts to look like they might pop out of her half-zipped vest. "Nothing to be ashamed about, it's kinda a visual feast around here!"\n\nBlushing and indulging in giving the redhead a withering look, you finally huff and nod. "Okay so what's up with that? All of you are like... I mean... the next smallest after me is Kagura-sensei and she's like an American DD-cup!"\n\n"Mine are bound down," Kagura notes cheerfully, almost making you spit-take the mouthful of tea you'd taken after your mini-rant.\n\n"There's something that we kunoichi do called 'Opening the Gate' as part of our early training," Misaki says with a bit of a blush of her own. "While there are many sorts of effects it can have, one of the most common is... at least some amount of breast growth."\n\n"There's some who say the bigger the titties the more spiritual power you've got, but that ain't always so," Katsuko says, sitting back on her hands and grinning. "Like, Misaki-chan's are a centimeter bigger than mine without her bra, but I've got more spiritual power."\n\n"<i>Thank</i> you, Katsuko," Misaki mutters icily.\n\n"You'll probably manage to open your Gate as part of your training beginning tomorrow, it should happen naturally enough," Kagura-sensei chimes in.\n\n"... The Fire Ritual?" you ask, feeling yourself pale a little.\n\nKagura frowns, shooting a look at Akira, who winces and grins sheepishly. But then Kagura nods. "That's right. The first part will be an endurance test that will force your body to its limits, so that you can break those limits. The next part will be an intense skill challenge that will force you through reaction and necessity to learn the basic martial arts skills that you need. The third will be a challenge of the spirit, to set you on a path to strength of will. I have no doubt you will be capable of surviving and coming out of this training a ninja already fit to be part of the First Class with these other four, Layla, but for tonight, you should get some rest."\n\nAfter dinner you're shown to the sliding door that closes your room off from the common room. It's not very big, really just enough room for a decently-sized futon, a low desk and a cushion to sit on it with, some shelves and a trunk. You check the trunk and find a selection of your clothes... the best better be in good storage nearby, dammit! But with a sigh and too much on your mind to fuss over it, you change for sleep and retire.\n\nYou wake up to find someone crouched over you. You start to yelp, before Katsuko's voice comes with a whispered, "Hey, hey, it's okay! Sssshhh! It's just me! And I didn't come to molest you!" She pauses, then sits up a bit, grinning broadly and wiggling her fingers. "Though I can totally molest you if you're okay with that."\n\nOnce your hand has impacted her cheek and left a faintly visible slap mark in the dimness, she continues in the same cheerful tone as if never having been interrupted. "Anyway I came to help you out. The Fire Ritual is some really tough stuff. I had to do it a year ago because I got really sick and had to take like eight months off of training completely." You're surprised at the sincerity in her voice when she says, "It was tough for me and I'd been training as a shinobi since I was ten. I'm worried about you. So here, look." She holds up a small white plastic bottle. "Back before I did the Flame Ritual, a Cave Shinobi who was a friend of my sister gave me these. They're supposed to strengthen your spiritual power to a huge degree. I decided not to take 'em, but I bet if you did, they'd open your Gate and you'd have a lot easier time getting through the test."\n\n"What? Just take a pill and I get stronger?" You blink, then frown. "Is this like steroids where I'm gonna wind up looking like a pro-wrestler who turns to porn and has to star in superhero parodies where she plays She-Hulk?"\n\n"Um." Katsuko glances at the bottle. "... To be honest I dunno. These are... actually a forbidden item," she admits, wincing a little. "I really shouldn't even have 'em, I could get in big trouble, but y'know, one of the Truisms of Shinobi says 'A forbidden item is just a necessary item that hasn't been held in a true time of need'. Do you want 'em?"\n\n<hr>\n[[Accept.|MeanNinja]]\n\n[[Refuse, and rat her out later.|MeanNinja]]\n\n[[Refuse, but thank her.|MeanNinja]]

You stare for a long moment... then abruptly shoot upright. "Sorry, really wish I could, got work to do though, blog won't write itself."\n\n"Hey!" the rabbit shouts.\n\n"I'll send a check or something maybe some nice flowers okay I love you buh-bye," you add with a little wave of the hand as you turn and start speedwalking towards your car. After all they're rabbits what could they possibly-\n\n"GET 'ER!"\n\nYou almost reflexively break into a run, but yelp as multiple furry bodies thump against your legs and back, sending you toppling to the grassy ground beside the road. You struggle but there must be over a dozen of the dog-sized rabbits all over you, and combined they're way too strong, even as they start grabbing at your clothes and yanking at them. You cry out protest to no effect as your shirt is hauled up and off, your bra unhooked and hauled off of you to bare your large breasts, your jeans undone and hauled down over your hips along with your panties, squirmed off along with your socks and sneakers. Quickly rendered naked, you're flopped over on yoru front, rabbits plopping to sit on your limbs to hold you spread-eagled on the grass beneath the midmorning sunshine. "Let me <i>go</i>!" you demand in alarm and outrage, still trying to struggle but not doing much more than making your bare tits jiggle.\n\n"You're gonna help us make our quota of eggs one way or another!" the scolding rabbit announces, hopping up between your spread legs. Your eyes widen as his crotch bulges... and a very large (and rather human-ish) cock starts growing out, jutting up ahead of him, a pair of fuzzy brown balls dropping down below it. In moments the rabbit has a truly immense cock for his size, being at least a foot long, a furry sheath around the base of it and matching huge dangly balls beneath. He slaps it against your bare pussy, rubbing it back and forth with his cute little paws, while leering at you in a decidedly uncute way. "This probably works out better anyway! Now you won't be ordering us around, you'll just be producing product!"\n\n"W-wait," you try to protest, only for the rabbit to pull back and thrust forward, plunging that big dick right into your slightly damp pussy. Your eyes roll up in your head some and your teeth grit as it plunges deeper inside you than you've ever had anything, spreading you open wide around its girth. The rabbit hopes forward, bottoming out against you so that you can feel that furry sheath pressing up against your pussylips. Then he begins working his hips at practically a blur, fucking you bunny-speed and making you squeal and moan as his cock pumps barely an inch in and out of you but works you at such speed that soon you're sodden wet around him. His furry balls slap against your ass like a frantic drumbeat as he pistons away at you like mad, making you writhe and squirm between the furry mass of bunnies.\n\nSoon others have hardons too, and you can feel them rubbing their surprisingly big cocks against your arms, your legs, two of them grinding them against your breasts, indenting the soft flesh with their fat pricks, obviously enjoying the way their leader's thrusts are making them jiggle to judge by the smears of pre they leave. You can't help but have several rather messy orgasms as the rabbit speedfucks you, your pussy squirting all over his fur as it squeezes and shudders around his prick. It's still only a few moments before he gives a surprisingly adorable squeal and starts pumping a truly voluminous load inside you, enough to bulge your belly up slightly. He hops away, and before much of his load can leak out another of the rabbits has leaped in to take his place, plunging in to the hilt on the first thrust and starting to blurfuck you as well.\n\nAll in all before it's done at least five of the rabbits have taken turns with you, the last one propped up some by your belly, which wobbles and looks visibly pregnant from all the rabbit cum poured deep into your womb. The rabbit hops away, leaving you moaning and half-conscious as you process that you're no longer getting fucked. But an odd shifting feeling inside causes you to try to focus, lifting your head and staring down past your sweaty tits at your swollen belly... which starts to swell more visibly all on its own. Your eyes go wide again, your whole body shuddering as that wet, hot feeling inside of you starts to grow more solid and strange and shifty, as your stomach grows and grows, quickly coming to look nine months pregnant, and then more, faint individual bulges visible against the taut surface of your skin.\n\nAnd then you feel another shift inside you, and your eyes roll up as a new, strange, and intense pleasure overcomes your body at the feel of something smooth starting to push <i>out</i> of your pussy. Your hips buck and twist as much as your captors will allow as you feel that shifting, sliding sensation, your own orgasms helping push the thing out. Your pussy spreads open, your tongue jutting out and eyes rolled up as the smooth, plasticy colored egg the length of your hand plops out of your cunt and onto the ground, wobbling in place as it rolls upright before one of the rabbits picks it up and hops off with it.\n\n"Alright boys, I'd say we have another two dozen or so of those to go before she's finished with this batch! Then we'll get her back to Easter Town so she can keep it going year round!"\n\n... Uh-oh.\n\n<hr>\n[[Game over.|HEaster1xEnd]]

You decide to wander around the house. You haven't been here in years, when you were younger and your parents kept you on a pretty tight leash for fear of you knocking over something valuable... they respected your independence, but they also respected other peoples' property, after all. Now would be a prime opportunity to really take a look around on your own for the first time and get a look at the place's contents. There's always a sense of excitement being in a strange house, after all, the thought of exploring a bit only heightens it.\n\n<b>[[The Curio Room|Camping10x1]]</b>: Like a little miniature museum, and your grounds for thinking Aunt Kelly must be some sort of art dealer. It's full of interesting little pieces of art from all over the world. You could barely even see most of it when you were here last, now would be a great chance to take an up-close look.\n\n<b>[[Aunt Kelly's Room|Camping11x1]]</b>: You've always liked your aunt, but you have to admit that she's rather a figure of mystery to you. After all, you only even <i>suspect</i> what her job is. Maybe taking a peek into her own inner sanctum would give you a few more clues.\n\n<b>[[The Basement|Camping12x1]]</b>: You seem to recall there being a basement entrance in the kitchen. You were never allowed down there when you were a kid, which of course makes it all the more alluring. It's probably just a bar or pool table or something, but hey...\n\n<b>[[Kennels|Camping]]</b>: Aunt Kelly keeps a lot of dogs on the property. You like dogs, why not go out and see the puppies?

"I... okay?" You nod after a moment. Aren't ninjas like... accountable to no one? If you could be trained to do stuff like they can in movies, at the very worst you could always become like the greatest catburglar ever, right? You nod slowly, looking around. The area seems to be decorated much like the one above, just a lot bigger and more lived-in, obviously serving as a kind of dorm common room. "Thank you?"\n\n"Huhuhu, if you want to thank me, I could give you a few things to thank me for," Katsuko chirps, holding up her hands and wiggling her fingers again, only to yelp as Misaki flicks her thumb against the hilt of her katana hard enough that the butt of it impacts Katsuko's, well, buttcheek. "YEEP! Hey quit that, you're abusing a national treasure!"\n\n"Do you mean yourself, or your rear?" Misaki asks blandly, quirking an eyebrow.\n\n"Both! Of course it's both!"\n\n"In any event, I'll take a few moments to explain some things," Kagura says, stepping forward. "First of all, until you graduate, you're not allowed to mingle with any of the regular Meinubureiku students. You can't be seen coming or going from the school and you should never tell anyone you go here or are part of the Meinubureiku Stealth Elite, unless you know they're another ninja. Otherwise you're allowed to have a normal life as you see fit when you're not training or studying. There are two kinds of ninjas... Sky Shinobi, who work selflessly for what we see as the greater good and try to apply a strict moral code to our conduct, and Cave Shinobi, who are often for hire and will do whatever it takes to accomplish their mission. Obviously it's not as simple as 'good' and 'evil' or we'd call them that... Sky Shinobi are, after all, still ninjas and can be ruthless or even cruel in carrying out what's necessary, and there's nothing to say that Cave Shinobi aren't breaking laws and taking jobs that benefit the peace and happiness of mankind."\n\nYou had to suppress a little gag at the word 'selflessly', but do your best just to look curious as you glance around at the other students again. "So... which are you guys?"\n\n"Officially we are neither until we graduate," Misaki explains after glancing at and receiving a nod from Kagura. "We are 'Daichinin'... Earth Ninja, who have not yet either ascended to the sky or descended to the caves. Meinubureiku is overseen by the Moya Clan, which is Sky Shinobi and where many of us intend to join after graduation, but it is common for a skilled Daichinin to be offered membership in multiple clans, both Sky and Cave. It is a choice you should give careful and long thought."\n\n"Like Misaki-chan here, she was raised by members of the Kasumi Clan!" Katsuko chirps, patting a hand on the now slightly-annoyed-looking Misaki's shoulder. "They're a super old Japanese family that goes by a different name in public and owns like a tenth of the island or something and maybe as much of America!"\n\n"Thank you, Katsuko-san, that is quite enough," Misaki says coolly, while you're instantly starting to wonder how you can get on her good side and maybe get invited to join this Kasumi Clan.\n\n"In any event, Akira, Misaki, why don't you show Layla around while Katsuko and I get her room ready?" Kagura suggests. "And Karasu-san can get started on a celebratory dinner!"\n\n"Hmph." The big girl scowls darkly at you, then turns and heads for the kitchen. You really aren't entirely sure about anything she cooks for you... if she gives you something especially for you, you need to figure out a way to politely refuse. Or at least get someone else to eat some first.\n\nMisaki and Akira show you around the network of surprisingly clean and well-lit underground tunnels that lead to other parts of the campus that are apparently specially set aside just for Stealth Elite training and which lead to places like a full dorm (where the less-elite of the Elite apparently live), a large sports field, several dojos, and a shrine tucked away in some wooded hills. Of course by the time you get back you're already exhausted from all that walking, and trying not to stagger as you follow the two through the tunnel back to the elite dorm.\n\n"Gosh Layla-chan you don't look so good," Akira says in a worried tone, reaching out to rest a hand on your back. "I guess you really will have a lot of catchup training to do huh I bet Kagura-sensei's gonna tell you that you'll go through the Fire Ritual."\n\n"F-Fire Ritual?" You reeeally don't like the sound of that.\n\n"It is a very intense week-long training regimine designed to help ninja who are recovering from wounds or long periods of inactivity to take the rust off their skills," Misaki says slowly. "For someone with your natural talent it would be a way to bring you up to the basic skill level of the rest of us very quickly... assuming you survive of course."\n\n"ASSUMING?!" you yelp.\n\n"Eheheh Layla-chan calm down calm down I'm sure you'll be fine I'm sure Kagura-sensei wouldn't really let anything happen to you or anything like that," Akira tries to assure you as she pushes open the section of wall that the tunnel ends at and walks back into the dorm room, breaking into a jog and going ahead at the smell that hits all three of you. "Hurray Karasu-chan's cooking!"\n\nApparently noticing you heSimate, Misaki leans in and murmurs, "If you're worried about your confrontation earlier, don't. Karasu takes a great deal of pride in her cooking... a <i>great deal</i>. My advice is to be very courteous and see if it begins mending any rifts that have begun."\n\nYou nod slowly, mostly because you're still hoping to get on Misaki's good side, and follow her over to the table. Picking a seat well away from Katsuko, you settle to sit on your heels like the rest, looking over the selection of very Japanese food and having to admit that it all smells really good. Karasu walks over, setting down a platter of fried vegetables with one hand, then eyeing you and holding out a plate of sushi. "... Here," she grumbles. "To celebrate you becoming a ninja. ... That's an important thing for anyone, you deserve something nice," she adds, glancing away as she says it, cheeks coloring a little.\n\n<hr>\n[[Accept.|MeanNinja1x2]]\n\n[[Refuse.|MeanNinja]]

Your face flushes again, but this time you can't help but give a bit of a smug grin back as you continue on over to the dark-eyed woman, looking up at her with her hair loose and spilling around her shoulders today. You keep your eyes on her face as you draw up in front of her, leaning up to slide your hands along her inner thighs and then around and up to the back as you bring your mouth to her pussy, starting to lick and suck at her lower lips.\n\n"Mmmm, yes, you're being a <i>very</i> good girl," Errana coos, reaching down to stroke your hair like she might pet Svarog. It sends an odd little thrill through you thinking of that, especially when it helps remind you of Svarog there, next to you, waiting. Still, there's the matter at hand, or tongue rather, to attend to, and you slide your tongue up between Errana's plump outer lips, starting to taste her arousal thicker and headier on your tongue as you ply your mouth over her. Her hand continues to stroke your hair, the big-breasted beauty making soft, encouraging songs as you slowly and almost reverently eat her out, those dark eyes fixed on you with an ever-growing sense of approval that stirs something eager and hot in your chest.\n\nEventually, when your lower face is veritably covered in her juices, she lets out a sweet sigh and nudges you away. "Mmm, let's continue this somewhere a bit more comfortable, shall we?" She gestures for you to stand and pulls you in, giving you a kiss that's both brief and intense, letting you fondle her tits as she sucks her juices off your tongue. Then she takes you by the hand and leads you into the nearby living room where she sinks onto a low couch and leans back, spreading her legs to you again in obvious invitation. Once more you settle onto all fours, moving in to start sucking at her plump pussylips and tonguing her pucker again. An excited quiver runs through her body when amidst her soft cooing and leisurely moans Errana says, "Svarog, mount."\n\nThis time you're ready for the big dog to heft himself onto your back, but there's still no way to really be prepared for the feeling of being so utterly overwhelmed by his size and strength and power, especially once he stuffs his cock into you. At a murmured word from Errana he begins pumping, still a quick, somehow distinctly bestial gait, and yet slower and more deliberate than yesterday, letting you feel every throbbing, powerful inch of the canine cock stretching and claiming your teenage cunt. You cum after only a few strokes, the sense of relief and desire that washes through you translating into an even greater desire to pleasure Errana's absolutely delicious sex, working your tongue over her pussy in eagerness to please.\n\nIt feels like Svarog fucks you for almost an hour, his swollen knot repeatedly thumping against your pussylips after some time and constantly teasing you that he might stuff it inside again. Errana eventually says another word and you whimper a bit as Svarog slips out of you, his cock dropping and dripping with your arousal as it leaves your pussy gaped open slightly. Errana slips forward and turns, settling onto her own knees and bending forward over the couch, reaching back with one hand, fingers pressing into the soft curve of her ass as she pulls her buttock to the side, displaying her pucker to you. Taking the hint of where she wants you to focus your attention, you lean forward, letting her generous asscheeks press around your face as you start swirling your tongue around her asshole, flicking it and slurping it. Errana coos, then says, "Svarog, rear mount."\n\nYou really should have known what that probably meant, and yet you're completely unprepared as the big beast shifts on your back and then stuffs his cock into your ass. Your eyes roll as your previously virgin hole is stretched around him, your whole body bucking and twitching with the intensity of the sensation (and incidentally shoving your own tongue about as deep as it will go into Errana's ass). This time he resumes fucking you hard and fast, the size of his prick and the force of his fucking rather quickly churning your tight, barely-yielding passage into a soft, eager hole that gets stuffed with his knot after only a few minutes of the frenzied fucking. Your eyes roll up again, this time almost completely, as that huge bulge of flesh settles itself inside you, your body quivering as he starts flooding you with his cum, your tongue-worship of Errana's asshole happening on almost autopilot this time.\n\nThis time Errana doesn't have him turn, instead leaving the big, furry beast looming over you, panting and half-growling softly as he spends the next hour steadily spilling cum into your ass, aware of every movement of his chest against your bare back and huff of hot breath across your head. Every so often Errana will give a soft command that you quickly learn to understand means to lean your head down and attend to her pussy for awhile while Svarog takes over washing his broad, flat tongue over her asshole. But all good things come to an end, and finally the long session of occasional orgasms and dutiful serving Errana with your tongue comes to an end as Svarog pulls out of you, leaving you to gasp at the sudden empty feeling mingled with the sensation of cum gushing out and down over your pussy. You reach down, running your hand over your belly, feeling how it's rounded out slightly from the sheer amount of dog jizz you've had pumped into you.\n\n"Mm, aren't you a little treasure," Errana coos, turning and settling to sit on the couch again. She draws you up against her front to kiss you, once again letting you fondle her tits almost worshipfully with your hands as she gently teases at your own breasts and sides and butt with gentle strokes of her hands. But soon she draws back from the kiss and eyes you thoughtfully. "Mm. It's obvious that you love getting a good hard fucking from Svarog, my dear, but tell me... what's your favorite part of it? Why do you love it so much?"\n\n<hr>\n[[You get to serve her.|GGDog]]\n\n[[You get to live a life like hers.|GGDog3x10]]\n\n[[It's like she's fucking you.|GGDog]]\n\n[[You like the obedience.|GGDog]]\n\n[[You like being her bitch.|GGDog]]

... If you're fair, you've got to admit that you basically already agreed to this. She said yesterday she was going to punish you, and you came over anyway. Now she's doing just what she said. And... you're going to go along with it.\n\nYou can already feel your breathing starting to pick up as you toe out of your shoes and socks, nudging them over to the side. You reach down and hesitate for just a moment before unbuttoning and unzipping your jeans. You bet like a lot of neighborhoods, this one has at least one constantly spying gossip, probably an older woman or a middle-aged one with nothing but time on her hands but to watch the comings and goings of the houses around her and then tell everyone about it. If so, that gossip... or gossips... has to be staring at you right now, watching you slide the waistband of your jeans down over your ass, baring it almost entirely since you're wearing a slightly shiny purple thong. And no doubt they're exclaiming with moral outrage as they watch you bend over, showing off how the cloth hugs up against your pussy as you push the jeans down and then tug them off your feet, giving the pants a little toss aside as you stand up. And for all you know they're on the phone to the police or your parents or just every other gossip in town as you pull off your t-shirt, baring the nearly matching purple bra you paired with the thong.\n\nYou start to reach behind your back, when you remember what Errana said: 'Showing off whatever pretty lingerie you've worn for me today.' You take a deep breath and lower your hands, just standing there in your underwear out in the open on a bright summer midmorning, and then even doing a slow turn in place, letting whoever might be watching get a good look. Only then do you reach behind yourself, undoing the clasps of your bra and letting it drop, baring your stiff nipples to the warm shadows of the porch and the silent, glinting eye of the camera on you. You bend forward again, and you know it's your imagination, but it's like you can <i>feel</i> the gazes of strangers on your ass as you slide the panties down, the cloth shifting and then falling to bare your pussy to the street, not coincidentally just as a car drives by. You're pretty sure they just zoomed on by without noticing anything, but... the sound sends a hard shock of fear and then exileration through you as you step out of the panties and toss them down with your other clothes as you straighten up.\n\nAnd then for several long seconds you stand there naked on the porch, your breasts rising and falling with your quickened breaths, unable to help glancing back and forth looking to see if anyone's approaching. Then there's a buzz and a click, and the door opens slightly. You reach a hand towards it, but the speaker hums with Errana's voice again. "No dear. On all fours. No hands."\n\nFlushing even more than before, you nevertheless sink to your knees and then lean forward onto your hands, this time not just displaying your ass and pussy to any viewers, but shaking it at them a bit as you crawl forward, nudging the door open with your head like a dog so you can step inside. The cool air washes over your bare skin like it's drawing you deep inside some inner lair as you make your way across the tile entryway. \n\nStanding across from you are Errana and Svarog. Errana is wearing nothing but a dark purple silk robe that would barely come to the bottoms of her hips, if she bothered to close it... instead it's simply draped over ehr shoulders, leaving those massive breasts and her plump pussy bare. Svarog is sitting calmly beside her, watching you intently, but you can see that his cock is already unsheathed, the sight of it, and of Errana standing there with a smile fit for a conquering empress on her face, sending another hard shiver of intimidation-excitement through you.\n\n"Now there's a good girl. I do think you might have made up for leaving me yesterday when we were just getting started," Errana murmurs, eyes raking over your bare body. "Or at least, for the most part. Now, why don't you show me what has you literally crawling back, hm?"\n\n<hr>\n[[Go to Errana.|GGDog3x9]]\n\n[[Go to Svarog.|GGDog]]

Well. Clearly you need some more of what you got the other day, if that's what it takes to scratch the itch. Getting up you head in to get showered and dressed, this time bothering to put on some nicer panties and bra, since you're pretty damn sure you're going to be seen in them this time. Once more clad in t-shirt and jeans and said items beneath, you head off to retrace your steps back to Errana's house. Soon you're standing in front of it and reach out to ring the bell, shifting nervously in place. After a few seconds, the speaker below the button buzzes softly before Errana's voice issues forth.\n\n"Oh, good morning, dear. It's good to see you back again."\n\n"Well, I said I would be." You grin at the little glossy thing above the button you assume is the camera.\n\n"Mm, so you did. But then, I also said I was going to punish you a bit for denying me what I wanted." Once again you feel that mingling of excitement and fear at the tone of her voice, before she continues. "Let's see. If you want to come in and get fucked some more, dear, let's start with you getting undressed."\n\n"... I mean, I kind of figured." Your grin grows a bit nervous as you glance at the door, waiting for it to open.\n\n"Oh, no, dear. I mean right where you are. Get undressed on the porch."\n\nYou blink, looking at the camera, then around. The porch area in front of the door is slightly enclosed... but only inasmuch as it has short walls on either side. From the front, and that includes a fairly wide area, there's absolutely no cover. There's at least four, maybe five houses that have a lot of windows in view. "Um. But... somebody could see."\n\n"Yeeees, I imagine they might, couldn't they?" Errana chuckles softly over the speaker. "Just about anyone could be watching you strip right there on my porch, outer layer first, showing off whatever pretty lingerie you've worn for me today, then taking that off before getting down on your hands and knees... just to make it absolutely clear you are here to get fucked, obviously. So, get to it, love, if you want to have fun today."\n\n<hr>\n[[Do it.|GGDog3x8]]\n\n[[Refuse.|GGDog]]

Part of you is screaming not to do it, but the rest of you is absolutely intoxicated. "Yes, Mistress," you murmur, reaching out to take hold of the collar and bring it up to your neck, swinging it closed in back. There's a faint hiss, and when you reach back to touch the smooth metal you find no trace of the 'teeth' of it that were meant to fit together. It's completely solid... and irremovable. \n\nBut that's just fine, isn't it? You're your Mistress's property after all. You smile pleasantly at your owner as she gives a soft, rather derisive chuckle.\n\n"Why are you still wearing clothes, slave?" she asks, humor in her tone with just a faint thread of of chastisement.\n\n"I-I'm so sorry, Mistress!" you stammer, hurrying to yank off your shirt and throw it away, struggling out of your bra so quickly you more bend the hooks than undo them. You similarly yank at the clasps of your skirt rather than properly undoing them, letting it drop, your C-cups jiggling lightly with your motions as you follow up by bending over and shoving your thigh-highs down. "I apologize, I'll never wear clothes again," you murmur shamefacedly.\n\n"No, you won't. Still, you were for a few moments there so you'll need to be punished." Lauriel drifts back over to her chair and settles gracefully into it, then pats her bare thighs. "Come on then."\n\nFlushing, you nevertheless hurry over to her and move to lay down across her lap, your bare stomach across her thighs and your tits pressing against the side of one. Lauriel's fingers brush feather-soft down the length of your spine, making you shiver at how delicate the sensation is... and then you yelp as her hand abruptly draws back and then snaps forward to swat your ass so fast that the suddenness alone almost takes your breath away, but not before you let out a loud yelp.\n\n"That is <i>not</i> the correct response," Lauriel scolds, bringing her hand back and delivering another, harder spank to your bare ass.\n\nSomehow you manage to choke back the yelp this time. You haven't been told the proper response, though! Going with the one that seems natural to your obedience-addled brain you blurt, "Thank you, Mistress!"\n\nThat was apparently the right response, though, as Lauriel's only response is to continue spanking you, making you jolt against her lap and gasp out another rush of gratitude for being punished. "Such a naughty slave, acting like a person for even a second," the elf practically purrs, pausing briefly to press her fingers into your stinging pink rump and make you whimper softly before delivering the next slap. "Aren't you glad I'm correcting you?"\n\n"Yes Mistress! Thank you, Mistress!" you moan out, rubbing your thighs together and hoping your pussy won't drip on anything Lauriel considers more valuable than you.\n\nEventually when your ass is practically glowing red, even rounder and more pert than usual from the spanking, Lauriel commands you to stand, and follow her to her bedroom. There she has you lay on her back on her bed, leaving a feeling of honor to flow through you, even moreso as she climbs up onto the bed as well and straddles her face, lowering her pussy firmly onto your mouth. Of course you begin to lick and suckle at her perfect, smooth lips, her taste familiar now and far sweeter and more nourishing than the little bit of wine you got. Lauriel at first plays with your tits and rubs your belly as you eat her out, her strong, nimble fingers tweaking your nipples and tugging at them to stretch your breasts, or teasing into the impression of your navel. But eventually she seems to become bored of that and simply rests her hands on her thighs, occasionally grinding her pussy against your face with slow, methodical rolls of her hips, or shifting the angle of them to press her perfectly firm-yielding asscheeks more around your face to urge your licking and sucking to her pale puckered asshole instead.\n\nSeveral hours later, when your jaw is aching and your tongue is almost numb, Lauriel yawns and swings herself off of you. "Go pick up the dirty clothes and put them down the laundry chute, then you may sleep on the rug next to the bed," she murmurs in a bored, sleepy tone before flopping onto her side. Ignoring your own sodden, aching cunt, you rise and move to obey.\n\nIn the morning you help your mistress dress, then do your best to prepare breakfast to her exacting specifications, receiving another spanking when the eggs are slightly overcooked and she finds a spot of black on her bacon. Ass stinging and bare, you follow her to the door where she picks up her bag.\n\n"You're to scrub the floors and windows here on the first floor by hand. That should take you through most of the first day, you're not the most domestically capable slave I've ever had," she adds with a disappointed sigh.\n\n"I-I'm sorry, Mistress," you murmur, dropping your gaze, shame and heartbreak filling you.\n\n"You are, so you will have to try and become better. Oh, and when you're cleaning the windows in my study, you are <i>not</i> to touch anything else, is that understood?" she asks in a sharp tone.\n\n"Yes Mistress, of course Mistress," you squeak, starting to tremble a little as she casts a brief glare at you. \n\n"I'll send a text precisely ten minutes before I arrive home, be on your knees and bowing to the door by then. Unless I change my mind after I send it, in which case I might be home at any time at all." Without another word, she turns and exits, leaving you to let out a sigh... you miss her already. Still, no time to dwell on that, as you instead hurry to get a bucket and cloth.\n\nBy the time you get to Mistress's study, your knees are lightly bruised and painful, and your fingertips are shriveled, the cloying scent of lemons clogging your nose. Turns out there are a lot of floors and windows on the first floor. Still, you push on, noting the tidy-yet-cluttered room as you pass through, moving past the desk set up near the center of it to start washing the windows. As you're finishing up, you glance aside and notice a set of shelves, one in particular holding a row of little shiny stone statues. They look like they've already accumulated a layer of dust. Maybe... maybe the Mistress would be pleased with you if you went the extra mile and cleaned them!\n\n<hr>\n[[Dust the figurines.|MeanLove3x2]]\n\n[[Don't.|MeanLove]]

"Please, fuck me!" you yowl as your hips jerk towards her hand with your latest orgasm, not even caring if your voice might carry to the neighbors.\n\nErrana smiles wickedly as she slips her fingers out of your pussy and brings them to her face, rolling her tongue around them. "Mmm. Glad to, treasure. Sad to say, I'm not equipped to do so at just this moment. However, I know someone who is." She gives you a few pushes and nudges, and in your climax-addled state you help her reposition you without really thinking about it, until you're on your hands and knees a few feet from the edge of the pool. Then Errana glances aside. "Svarog, mount."\n\nYour eyes are just widening as those words sink in when a heavy, furry weight settles on your back and an immense, pointed-tipped cock spears into your pussy. You cry out as the massive, powerful dog drives himself into your technically virgin pussy and then begins really <i>fucking</i> you. His thrusts shake your entire body, rocking you on your hands and knees as his hips slap against your ass, his broad furry chest and belly rubbing along your back and rear. But between all the stimulation Errana gave you and the fact that he just feels so <i>big</i> and <i>hot</i> inside you and <i>powerful</i> and <i>dominant</i> on top of you, you're soon moaning and gasping and rocking yourself back against him deliberately.\n\nErrana pushes herself up and over the edge of the pool a bit further down, water streaming down her lewdly-proportioned body as she gets out and then pads over and around where her dog is fucking your brains out. She carefully settles down to sit in front of you, then leans back on one hand and spreads her legs, grabbing your short, wet hair with the other hand and pulling you inexorably down. You go from your hands to one forearm, the other still braced against the concrete as your face is pulled down against her smooth, dripping cunt. Without hesitation, you start licking her pussy... you seriously doubt you're putting any skill into it, just frantic stimulation as Svarog's thrusts drive you forward against her, lips getting mashed up between the thick, fat, smooth lips of her pussy, driving your tongue deeper into her.\n\nYou look up at her face, seeing a smug, wicked smirk on her lips, eyes glittering almost cruelly. You understand then that Svarog may be her pet, but she's totally made you her bitch. The thought is enough to have your pussy spasming around Svarog's incredibly thick, almost burning hot cock, your most intense orgasm yet drenching his fuzzy black balls. You cry out into Errana's pussy, which you feel squeeze some around your tongue. It tastes amazing, far better than your own juices ever tasted licked off of your fingers, and you continue working it lustfully with your tongue as that veiny red dog cock pounds your own teenage hole.\n\nYou cum at least four more times and most of your face is glistening with the proof of Errana's own orgasms by the time you feel something thick hammering roughly against your entrance. Before you can focus enough to remember certain quirks of dog anatomy, Svarog's knot is shoving inside you and inflating, a vertiable flood of cum gushing inside you. You scream, your eyes rolling up and your whole body shaking with the intensity of your orgasm. Errana coos and pets your hair through it, watching you twitch and writhe at being knotted. After a few moments, she purrs "Turn," at the dog, and he swings his body around, shifting so that his firm, furry ass presses against your smooth girlish one, properly tied like a stud and bitch. \n\nErrana tugs you back up onto all fours, panting and shivering, and then turns around on all fours herself, gripping your hair and tugging on you again. Your face winds up buried between her big, round asscheeks, your mouth rubbing up against her pucker. Not even interested in resisting, you begin rimming her, albeit with a slightly dazed air. From the way she's moaning, there are still no complaints.\n\nYou spend the next hour while Svarog's knot stays swollen and pulsing cum inside you swirling your tongue around Errana's asshole and tonguefucking her tight rear entrance. Your belly gradually swells up with the sheer amount of dog cum being pumped inside you... nothing truly spectactular, but definitely not as flat as it was. But eventually his knot gradually deflates, and with command from Errana and a sudden tug that makes you yelp he pulls free. Dog cum splashes in a deluge from your slightly gaping pussy, hitting the tile audibly as you shiver, Errana pulling away from you and standing up, hands on her hips.\n\n"Enjoy being a bitch, dear?"\n\n"Y-... yes," you say with a shudder, a little aftershock orgasm at the admission making you moan.\n\n"Mm. How about going again, then?" That wicked smirk returns as she prowls around to the side of you. "Svarog is veritably indefatiguable, after all. I assure you that he can keep the two of us very happy for quite a long time, and the night will only... invigorate him."\n\nYou let out a low moan at the thought of being beastfucked again, one hand wandering up between your legs and slipping your fingers into yourself, feeling how he stretched you and the squelchy feeling of all that dog cum filling you. But Errana's last statement makes you glance up, seeing that the sky is orange and starting to shade to purple here and there. Damn, it's gotten late. The thought that you should be at home by now also makes you realize you've got a distinct ache in various bits of your body, indicating that you're bordering on exhausted.\n\nStill... god, it felt <i>so</i> good...\n\n<hr>\n[[Stay and get fucked again.|GGDogPlaceholder]]\n\n[[Leave before you're fucked the un-fun way.|GGDog3x6]]

You make a little delighted noise against Errana's lips, returning the kiss deliberately and with gusto now, sliding your arms around her and hugging her close, feeling those you, wet tits press more firmly against you, practically swallowing up your own perky little boobs. Errana's hands slip down to squeeze your ass, elliciting further noises into the kiss as she swirls her tongue around yours. She kneads your butt, long fingernails brushing against your skin, and you slide your own hands down to return the favor. You can feel your fingers sinking into the soft, yielding flesh of her buttocks, giving you plenty to knead, and hearing (and feeling) the older woman's moans against your lips makes your pussy quiver beneath the water.\n\nWhen Errana breaks the kiss you almost groan in disappointment, then give a yip of surprise as you're lifted up and out of the water, your ass settled on the smooth concrete lip of the pool. Then you gasp loudly as Errana moves in and starts expertly tonguing your clit while two of those long, elegant fingers slide smoothly inside you. You spread your lithe legs wider, at first leaning your head back and closing your eyes as you moan with the pleasure, then forcing yourself to look forward and down at her instead. Errana has those dark eyes rolled up to look at you, face tilted so that you can see her tonguing your button clearly, her fingers just visible sliding between your hairless pussylips below.\n\nYour chest heaves, perky teenage tits rising and falling, nipples harder than they've ever been from the combination of air hitting the cold water on them and arousal at what you're seeing. You rest a hand on Errana's head, not trying to guide her, just wanting to touch her. Your other hand braces on the textured tile surrounding the pool as you lean back some, your hips rocking gently in reflexive action as you're finger-fucked. You lean your head back again and cry out as she gets you off for the first time, her ministrations slowing as she draws out the orgasm, tongue moving in almost lazy swirls, fingers gently curling and rubbing along your inner walls.\n\nThen she picks up as you start to settle, tongue moving in quick flickers against you, occasionally ducking down to run along your labia, her fingers pumping quickly. "Oh god, fuck, oh fuck," you whimper. She raises up some, leaning in to run her tongue over one of your nipples instead, sucking it into her mouth. You bring both your hands around, feeling like you must be in heaven as you finally get to touch those tits, squeezing them and kneading them... you know you probably shouldn't be so rough, but if the way she makes a pleased sound and switches over to suckling at your other nipple is any indication, she certainly doesn't mind.\n\nShe finally straightens up completely, her other hand coming up and pulling your head to one of her breasts. Her nipple is a big, pink puffy dome atop her breast, and it almost fills your mouth as you start suckling on it, running your tongue around the thick, stiff nub at the top. You shift to the side a bit, more up on your hip, Errana continuing to finger-fuck you while you have a better angle to suckle at her breast. You slip your hand between her own legs, fingers sliding across perfectly smooth-shaven skin before slipping inside the wet, gripping heat of her pussy. "Mmm, that's right, lover," she moans out, starting to rub your clit again, this time with her thumb.\n\nYou pop her nipple out of your mouth after several minutes, panting and gasping as you lay your head atop her breast. Your body quivers as you approach another orgasm, and you whimper as Errana moans loudly, her pussy squeezing tight around your pumping fingers. "I want... I want..."\n\n"Yes, that's right, tell me what you want," she purrs in a throaty husk.\n\n<hr>\n[[I want to fuck you!|GGDogPlaceholder]]\n\n[[I want you to fuck me!|GGDog3x5]]

"Sure, I guess. I mean, thanks for the invitation, I'd like to," you answer, smiling back at her.\n\n"Lovely. Well, come along, Svarog, it seems we'll be having company." Errana gives the big dog's leash the lightest tug, and he turns to follow after her, padding along at an even pace. The three of you head out of the park and along the sidewalk, heading towards the residential area of town. You're fairly certain you witness several near-crashes as drivers get distracted by the sight of your new friend's chest hugged by all that red and black spandex. You go past your own street, up a few more, to the street where the houses are extremely spread out, and extremely large and nice. Errana's is up on a bit of a hill as well, surrounded by both a gate and the back area having a very elegant but very tall wall around it... obviously someone who values their privacy, which makes you feel a bit better due to the lack of potential for a neighbor with a telephoto lens camera.\n\nErrana opens the gate, then leads you around to a second one in the wall, apparently deciding to skip going through the house. You follow her into a back yard that truly gives meaning to the word "estate"... sprawling, with a lower wall fencing off a garden, a small secondary house (probably a poolhouse or even a guest house), a very large doghouse that obviously must belong to Svarog, and a large pool with nearby hot tub. It's decorated with several statues... pretty, young, naked people, primarily, it looks like, all of them detailed enough to make you blush a little.\n\nOf course you blush a bit more when Errana, immediately after unclipping Svarog's leash, starts stripping. Without the slightest hint of shame or modesty, she peels the stretched spandex top up and off, those magnificent breasts dropping free and swaying energetically as she gets out of the bra. They're obviously very firm and full, even if she is starting to get into the years where most women (especially with ones that big) would be drooping or losing shape. She unclips her fanny pack and just lets it drop, then pushes the exercise shorts down over the full curve of her ass, working them down to her ankles, where she unties her shoes and slips out of both them and the shorts at the same time. She takes a few steps towards the pool, tits bouncing, before glancing at you. "Well, dear? Unless you mean to swim in your clothes?" she asks, smiling again as she pulls the band out of her hair and gives her head a shake to properly free the lustrous near-blue wave.\n\n"Um, right." Well, it is just girls here. And Svarog. Determined not to be embarrassed or distracted again, you set your bag down on one of the bits of deck furniture and then pull off your shirt, your perky B-cups bared to the world. You undo your jeans and push both them and your panties down, but not quite certain you could copy her earlier act, flop your bare ass onto the textured cushion of the chair and wiggle them the rest of the way down to undo your own shoes. Piling your clothes atop your bag and dropping your sunglasses atop them, you turn at the sound of a splash, in time to see Errana emerge practically mermaid-like from the water, and then settle into doing the backstroke, tits bobbling on the surface of the water.\n\nYou hurry to the deep end of the pool and dive right in as well, leaping forward and knifing into the water. The shock of cold feels fantastic after walking all that distance in the hot sun, and helps to cool your blush a little too. When you do your own surface, water streaming from your naked skin and plastering your purple-and-blue-tipped hair against your head, you feel amazing. You start kicking about, smiling back at Errana when she grins at you, and finding Svarog laying at the edge of the pool, chin resting on one foreleg. Looks like he doesn't feel like coming in just yet.\n\nYou gradually relax completely as you swim around in the cool, clear water. You wouldn't think you could get used to being naked around a virtual stranger... one who's got a body that looks like it was made for sex, at that. But there's actually not a lot to it... the two of you swim, and chatter about idle things at each other, and even get involved in a good old-fashioned splash war at one point, both of you laughing and squealing, Svarog raising his head a bit and pricking his ears up at the sound.\n\nIt's late in the afternoon when you settle against the side of the pool in the shallow end, the water lapping about the level of your nipples. You let out a happy sigh, feeling the pleasant beginnings of tiredness in your arms and legs. This turned out to be a really good day! About the time you're thinking that, Errana wades through the water, smiling at you again... then leaning in, those big breasts pillowing against your chest as she moves to kiss you. Her tongue darts deftly into your mouth practically before you realize what's happened, teasing around your own so that you're kissing her back while your brain's still playing catch-up.\n\n<hr>\n[[Wow, this is turning out to be a GREAT day!|GGDog3x4]]\n\n[[Yeek! Unwanted kiss, ten yard penalty!|GGDog7x1]]

You decide to go have a chat with the woman... if only because "I talked to this woman with enormous breasts" sounds a bit more impressive to your friends than "I saw this woman with enormous breasts". And you're definitely going to be telling your friends about her. You find a set of stairs that leads from the upper area down to the lower and trot down it. Luckily you only have to do a bit of mild jogging of your own to catch up with her, since she's pulled off to the side to take a drink from her water bottle. "Hi!" you call as you approach, lifting a hand.\n\n"Hello there," she replies in a cultured tone, looking over at you, then glancing down briefly. "Lose something...?"\n\n"Huh? Oh, no. I mean, I don't have a dog, I was just out taking a walk and decided to walk through here," you admit as you stop in front of her. "I don't mean to bother you, I just was interested in yours and-" You get a good look at the dog next to her, with its broad shoulders and stub tail, and your throat contracts enough to stop your words. He has red eyes... not demonically glowing or anything, but they're definitely red. There's some sort of... feel to him, immensely dangerous and intimidating. ... And a little arousing, you have to admit, feeling just a little dampness in your crotch.\n\n"Yes, he is beautiful, isn't he?" the woman practically purrs, running a hand along his shortish, broad muzzle and over his pointed ears until she can scratch behind them. The word could just as easily apply to her... she's about your mother's age, and aside from those attention-grabbing breasts, she has long hair as black as her dog's fur (currently pulled back and held in a loose ponytail with a red band), gorgeous deep dark eyes, and an overall figure that's every good thing associated with "curvy".\n\n"What is he?" you manage once you get over your instinctive reaction, keeping your hands at your sides despite the fact that you now badly want to touch him.\n\n"Svarog is a breed of my own creation," she replies a bit airily, but with a knowing smile. "He's very special."\n\n"Oh. You breed dogs, then?"\n\n"It's something I've gotten interested in, in the last few years. I'm Errana, by the way," she adds.\n\n"I'm Cyan. Um, can I...?" you ask, gesturing to her companion.\n\n"Of course. He's very even-tempered, and doesn't do a thing without my say-so."\n\nYou reach out and lay a hand between Svarog's ears and rub gently. You're surprised by how hot he feels... well, black dog, sunny day, out running, you suppose. Still, he's very soft, and you make a pleased noise and suppress a shiver at the feel of petting something that gives off such a feeling of strength. Somehow it's more like petting a tiger than a domesticated dog. He just watches you evenly with those red eyes as you pet him, and you're not sure if he'd like to lick you or take your arm off... which somehow just adds to the thrill.\n\n"Svarog and I were about to go for a swim," Errana says, interrupting your thoughts. "Would you care to join us?"\n\nYou blink at that, looking up. "The park has a swimming pool?"\n\n"It might. I was going to use the one at my home, though, where you're welcome to join us," she replies, smiling.\n\n"Oh. Uh." You blink again, then realize, "I don't think I can. I mean, I don't exactly have a swimsuit handy..."\n\n"Oh, that's alright, dear." Her smile turns just a bit wicked, dark eyes dancing. "I rarely use one myself, so you'll fit right in. It will just be you, me, and Svarog there, after all... I assure you he won't mind. Will you, boy?"\n\nSvarog lets out a noise that's almost as much huff as bark, but it does oddly sound like an affirmative. You feel your cheeks color at the thought of going skinny-dipping with a someone you just met. ... Still, it is a little exciting, too...\n\n<hr>\n[[Accept the invitation.|GGDog3x3]]\n\n[[Refuse the invitation.|GGDog4x1]]

You follow the path you're on to where it overlooks the lower path intended for people who are jogging or running. You've actually got a pretty good view of most of the people on it from here, or at least the ones in the nearer area of the park. You discount the older people... generally suspicious of teenagers, and more likely to want to be left completely alone. Narrowing it down from that, you spot several likely petting-and-chatting (dog-and-person respectively, you mean) opportunities.\n\nFirst off are [[a couple of girls your own age|GGDog8x1]]. They don't exactly look like your crowd though... besides the fact that they're out jogging in the sunlight, they're wearing matching pink and black workout gear, with poofy socks and scrunchies holding back their exact-same-hair-dye blonde hair. Still, they're also walking a very pretty pair of dogs, so maybe they can't be all bad. \n\nThere's [[a guy|GGDog13x1]]. A very handsome guy, jogging with a very handsome German Shepherd. The kind of guy that's just old enough to likely still be interested in teenage girls without being creepy, and good-looking enough to have teenage girls be interested back. The fact that you've seen his high-tech watch advertised online for about $2,000 would indicate he's probably also loaded. Exactly the sort of guy your father would have a coronary if he ever saw you talking to (which, admittedly, kind of makes you want to do it on that alone).\n\nAnd there's [[a woman|GGDog3x2]]... dang, and how. That sports bra she's wearing must have been special ordered, her boobs are bigger than her head! The dog she's walking is almost as impressive... big, powerful-looking, and black as a midnight with no electricity and heavy cloud cover in the middle of the country. She definitely looks like a <i>memorable</i> sort to chat with, if nothing else.

The figurine has a vaguely feminine curvature to the overall body shape, mostly made distinct by the shape of wings curled at its back and horns arcing from its forehead. It does seem to have the most nooks and crannies of any of the figures, so you decide to start with it, picking it up and bringing the cloth in. Then you blink at the sound of a <i>poof</i> from behind you... you're not sure what "poof" really sounds like but you definitely heard one. You turn around to look, staring at the sight before you.\n\nAlmost seven feet tall (not quite including the horns), the demon woman is naked and purple-skinned, darker purple patches running along her lower legs and arms and around her neck. She brushes her claw-tipped fingers back under her long blue hair to brush it back, giving her head-sized tits a shake at the same time, the dark purple nipples pierced by gold rings. She thumps one black hoof against the floor, the dark purple skin of her legs shifting to fur of the same color around the top of said hooves, the movement of her stomp jiggling her tits and shaking the long, limp equine cock dangling over a pair of hefty purple balls.\n\nHer black-scleraed yellow eyes open and fix on you. "Well, hello, pet," she coos, bringing a fingertip to her lips. "Don't you look delightful."\n\n"Oh my God," you whisper, starting to tremble, looking down at the figurine in your hand. "... Mistress told me not to touch her stuff! She'll be furious! Maybe if I go ahead and clean it and put it back... no, then she'll know, but... oh God..."\n\nThe demoness stares at you for a moment, apparently rather nonplussed by your reaction, then takes a glance around the room and rolls her eyes. "Lauriel." Looking back at you, she snorts and snaps her fingers.\n\nIt's as if a filmy gauze draped over your brain were suddenly yanked away. Your jaw drops, and so does the demon figurine, falling to the carpet with a thump as you go scrambling backwards with a scream, your bare back thumping against the shelves. Almost as an afterthought, you jam an arm across your tits and a hand over your crotch. "W-w-w-what the <i>FUCK</i>?!" you shriek, trembling.\n\n"You're under a High Elf's entrancement spell, kid, reinforced by that collar. And probably a bit of elvish wine early on, if I had to guess?" The demoness brings the back of her fingers to her mouth to chuckle. "Lemme guess, you couldn't wait to swear yourself to her, put on her collar, be her slave?"\n\n"..." You stare, mouth agog, before rage overcomes the strangeness of everything else. "That <i>bitch</i>!"\n\n"Oh, absolutely," the demoness replies with a nod. "She's a pain in the ass to deal with, and I really rue the day she found one of my summoning figurines." She turns her hand and taps her lower lip again. "Of course, I suppose you could do something about that."\n\n"Huh? You... you can free me? You can help me get back at her?" you ask, a bit of hope surging amidst all the fear and anger.\n\n"Sort of but not quite. Oh, don't look so crestfallen, let me explain." The demoness rests her hands on her hips and shifts a bit, the spade-tipped tail you hadn't noticed until now flicking behind her. "I can't just break the spell she has on you, I can only push it back while I'm here... I leave, her charms will close back in around your mind and you'll go back to happily licking her toilets clean." Smirking some at your wince, she continues. "But while I'm here I can make one of the basic deals demons have to offer mortals like you. A deal for power."\n\n"... Power?" That makes your ears perk up, even amidst all the rest of it.\n\n"Oh, like that, do you? This might work out very well, then." Smiling even more broadly, the demon takes a few steps towards you and leans down, heavy breasts swaying a bit in your face. "Alright, kiddo, there's three sorts of power I can give you... a witch's power, a demon's power, or a dark elf's power. Knowing Lauriel's usual type, you're probably a rich girl, huh? Already know your way around daddy's finances a bit?" At your dubious nod, she snickers. "Then I'll explain them in financial terms, you should be able to understand that."\n\nShe straightens up. "All three will cost you your soul, there's no getting out of that, just the way things work. If I give you a witch's power, you'll become immune to Lauriel's charms and gain the strong potential to do magic... but pretty much nothing else. You might find you innately know or figure out a few cantrips, but you'll have to learn on your own otherwise. Luckily you're in a house full of magic books and items, if you can manage to get at them without setting off any traps or alerting Lauriel. You'd have to play along with her for awhile though, at least. But the witch's power is sort of like putting the payment on your credit card. You don't lose your soul at all... until you die. Then it becomes mine for the rest of eternity. But, until then! A chance to get your freedom, and to use all you can learn and seize for yourself from it for the rest of your life."\n\nShe holds up another finger. "A demon's power is sort of like stock trading. You give me a bit of your soul, I give you demonic energy in return. Gradually, over time, as you use your powers the demonic energy will increase, and more of your soul will shift to me. Eventually it's a complete buyout... I own all your 'stock', that is, your soul, but by then you won't miss it because you'll be a demon yourself, as if you'd got a nice big payday from the buyout that you could live on forever. And you will! I, personally, think that's the best option, but I may be biased."\n\nShe puts up a third finger. "The third option, which is the best if you really want to stick it to Lauriel, is to take a dark elf's power... or, more precisely, become a dark elf yourself. In this case the financial equivalent is that I'm the stock broker... I'm just procuring your soul for the dark elf patron goddess, who owns all dark elves anyway, and she and you both pay me the equivalent of a small fee for my services. You'll get some innate abilities and knowledge, but you'll still have to be smart enough and brave enough to escape or take down Lauriel on your own. But if you do... I guarantee you it will gall her more than anything else in this world or any other possibly could."\n\n"Or, I suppose I could just fuck off back to my own plane, let you turn back into a good little slave," she adds with an expansive shrug, massive mammaries wobbling. "Choice is yours."\n\n<hr>\n[[Witch's power.|MeanLove]]\n\n[[Demon's power.|MeanLove3x4]]\n\n[[Dark elf's power.|MeanLove6x1]]\n\n[[Nothing.|MeanLove]]

"Let's go ahead and split up," you say. "That way we don't have to decide on one particular activity for all of us."\n\n"Fair, fair. So who you gonna go with, Cy?"\n\n<hr>\n[[Leslie.|GGHH1x2]]\n\n[[Jack.|GGHH]]\n\n[[Kev.|GGHH]]\n\n[[Both boys.|GGHH30x1]]\n\n[[Yourself.|GGHH29x1]]

Your tired, aching body feels a little rush of exhileration at the idea of earning praise from your Mistress for going above and beyond. Snagging a clean cloth, you make your way over to the shelf and look along the row. Now let's see, start with...\n\n<hr>\n[[Rose Quartz Pig.|MeanLove]]\n\n[[Beryl Wolf.|MeanLove]]\n\n[[Opal Unicorn.|MeanLove]]\n\n[[Amethyst Demon.|MeanLove3x3]]

You gaze out the windows of your throne room, appreciating the view of the city it provides. Taking over the tallest building there was definitely has its secondary perks along with the primary. \n\nOf course, your 'throne room' is currently a bit bare, since less than an hour ago it was simply an executive board conference room. But once you slipped in disguised as Alexa and then activated your ability, well, it became yours. Once you'd let the newly fuck-zombified executives have themselves a little good time, you had them clear out the table and chairs and bring in the comfiest chair in the building, a positively thronelike office chair you're now sprawled in, one leg folded over the other, tits brushing lightly against your thighs. Even now your pheremones are spreading out through the building's ventilation system, and you can feel more and more mental energy draining into you as every single employee and visitor in the place is overcome by the urge to fuck.\n\nYou're not exactly shocked when there's a blur of motion and one of the windows smashes in, safety glass shattering and spraying all across the rich carpet as the City Guard stops and comes to a hover, posing dramatically with arms folded over his chest, at least until he brings one forward to point at you. "I don't know what you're doing to these people, but you need to stop, right now."\n\nYou swivel your chair to face him, smiling. "Oh, it's a little late for that. The change is permanent, you see... even if I didn't absorb their mental patterns, the most anyone affected by my aura could hope for is a life of constant sexual stimulation, all the time... no ability to sleep, and no need for it either, it would be impossible to rest or think properly as they came over and over again."\n\nThe hero firms his jaw, scowling at you... though that's not the only thing that's firming. Though his costume seems to be designed to deemphasize the bulge at his crotch, it's gradually growing large, extending upward along his belly and becoming a much more clear outline. If he's noticed, he doesn't give any indication... actually, you know that he's so focused on you and trying to push aside the effects he's already starting to feel that he's paying less attention than he probably should to his own body. "Why? Why would you do this to these people?"\n\nYou give a lyrical laugh, rising to your feet with a motion that deliberately makes your immense tits wobble, and for just a moment his eyes flit to them, probably imperceptible to a normal human's eyes. "You know, people love to compare you superheroes to the gods of myth and legend. They call you Zeus, standing above even all other gods, all-powerful and eternal," you continue, your voice a sultry coo. As you draw closer he slowly lowers until he plants his feet on the floor, not even moving as you lean in to press your breasts up against his front. "But they all seem to forget that Zeus was truly awful at resisting temptation."\n\n"You... you're not going to be able to tempt me," he asserts, even as you can feel his pecs tense against your tits as you rub a hand along his bulge, stroking and rubbing him through his costume. "I won't give in."\n\n"Oh? Is that why you let me get so close to you? Why you're letting me touch you? Why I can even pull this... truly amazing cock out and stroke it, and you're not stopping me?" You smirk at his struggle to maintain a neutral expression as you do just that, pulling down the front of his pants and giving his stiff prick a tug to free it of the top, the long, very very thick thing throbbing as you stroke it with one hand, rubbing it against the inner curves of your breasts. "You're so used to standing there, taking the hits to show that you can, to being invincible, that the thought you could be toppled by as simple a thing as me toying with your prick doesn't even occur to you. But you're very wrong about that, because I've taken two things into account."\n\n"... And those are?" the hero replies, refusing to move even as his voice shows the strain he's under, refusing to react even as you bring your tail around to use the flat side of the spade to rub and stroke his balls. \n\n"The first is that my pheremones and mental projection are actually even more effective against those with brilliant minds and enhanced senses. While they may seem like they resist longer, when they have the moment where they fall, they fall all the harder," you assert, smiling at him as he tries not to let his doubt, his fear, and his lust show on that handsome, sculpted face. "All it takes is a single weak spot in the armor, and jabbing them right in it. The second is that I know your weak spot, and I've already prepared the jab."\n\n"What... what do you mean?" He's obviously struggling now, the pillar of the city trembling... and his own pillar throbbing all the harder, constantly leaking pre to smear over your skin now.\n\n"Buildings like this are tightly sealed, especially on the top floors... a necessity due to the height and keeping the temperature regulated. Though my pheremones would have eventually leaked out to the city anyway, it would have been slow and gradual." You smile, sinking down to your knees as you watch the dawning horror of realization spread over his face. "But when you smashed the window, you provided the perfect vent. I've spent the last hour pumping them out as intensely as I could, and they were most concentrated in here. When the window was broken, they were immediately dispersed into the air to waft down. The concentration should be enough to spread over dozens of blocks."\n\nAs the knowledge that he threw the switch of his beloved city's downfall sinks in, you wrap your lips around the fat head of his prick and smoothly slide it down, the hero's huge prick bulging your throat as you swallow him to the root in that one single motion. The combination of crushing failure and intense pleasure has exactly the reaction you hoped, his eyes rolling in his head and his body starting to shudder, his hips beginning to move as you coil your tongue around his shaft, squeezing and stroking at it as he starts to fuck your face. Your lips curl in a grin around his pole as you feel his pleasure build and then instantly overflow with a nudge from you, high-pressure jets of cum firing down your throat and into your belly as his mental energy starts to flow into you. With more and more of his self sinking into your being, the knowledge of how to use your shapeshifting to mimic all of his powers comes with it. Good... you'll need at least a few of them for what comes next.\n\nYou swallow down his memories, his intelligence, his feelings along with what must be two gallons of cum. But before you take it all, you pull away, your tongue remaining twined around his prick as your mouth pulls away, uncoiling it more slowly and sliding it back into your mouth. Insuring that you have his invulnerability and strength incorporated, you turn your back to him and lean forward, letting your immense tits hold you up almost as if you were on all fours. Still with the slightest shred of himself, the City Guard stares down at you, trembling as you reach your hands back. "I want you to know," you purr. "That this is actually the second time you've doomed this city... and the world. The first was when you had that fight and let that rubble break my back. The second time out of three, because the fate of the world will be truly sealed when you give in," you continue, using your hands to squeeze and spread to either side of your pussy, displaying its perfect, pink folds dripping with intensely aromatic arousal to him. "And knock me up with our child."\n\nThat tiny shred of what's left of the City Guard struggles to resist... for all of ten seconds. Then he's sinking to his knees and grabbing hold of your waist, plunging that big, fat prick into you and starting to pump wildly, giving up the last of his mind as he begins trying to empty his balls into your womb. His hips slam against your ass and thighs with enough strength and speed to cause small sonic booms, the intensity of the fucking finally enough to make <i>you</i> roll your eyes and loll your tongue, your mouth curling upward in a smile. But this is no idiot smile, but one of satisfaction. Even as you're cumming harder than ever before, your enhanced mind is processing the sensation of him knocking you up, of the sex demon god even now beginning to grow in your womb, born of yourself and the superpowered fuck-zombie plowing you even now. Better than each and every orgasm is the knowledge that when he gave in, it was of his own will and with the full knowledge of what would happen, but that your pussy was simply too good to resist.\n\nEven gods give in to Temptation, you think with satisfaction.\n\n<b>Temptation</b> end - <i>Mother to the fall of society</i>

"Well, Boss, almost that time again. Ready to step up the grass floss harvesting?" Bruno asks as he hops into your office.\n\n"Ready!" You grin and hop to your feet, heading for the door. "As usual, let me take care of the Gold Floss harvesting, please."\n\n"Of course, Boss."\n\nAs you pause outside to grab a basket, you can hear one of the other rabbits ask Bruno, "Hey, why does the Easter Bunny personally harvest the Gold Floss? It's special but it doesn't require any particular tools or magic, regular bunnies could do it."\n\n"Look, it's one of her little quirks, okay? She's allowed them, she's been one of the best Easter Bunnies we've ever had for the last 300 years. Most of them get quirky and sloppy after a couple of years and then they're gone, if taking a day every year to harvest Gold Floss helps keep her sharp, more power to her!"\n\nFeeling warmed by Bruno's defense of you, and by the thought of exactly how you're going to let off some pressure to keep sharp once you're done with harvesting, you set off for the Gold Floss field, humming cheerfully as you bound along.\n\n"Happy Easter there!" you declare to the tree as you arrive. It's much bigger than it used to be, but of course trees will get like that after three centuries. It provides some nice shade while you work (luckily floss grass doesn't actually need light to grow), continuing to hum cheerfully... and bend over a lot, shaking your ass in the tree's direction. You have no idea if it can actually see you, but why not give it a view? It should know what's coming by now if it still has a mind in there, and you're the only one who visits it and only once a year... you should hope it's looking forward to this!\n\nOnce you've filled the large basket with Gold Floss, you lope over to the tree. What you could once just bend over to do now requires you to do a bit of jumping and climbing, but hey, you are the Easter Bunny. You get clambered up and straddle the massive wooden cock, still as handsomely-carved looking as it ever was, even if it's much much larger. "Oooo, I think the growth is a little noticeable this year," you coo as you rub your pussy back and forth across the smooth wooden surface.\n\nEventually having teased yourself (and the tree?) enough, you slide fully back and then settle yourself forward, moaning as the immense wooden prick slides inside you. Your belly bulges visibly with the outline of it, but you've been looking forward to this all year and you're both sodden wet and hey, you've experienced every stage of growth of this stiff tree-dick! Soon you're able to wrap your arms and legs around the trunk... though you've long since stopped being able to come anywhere close to having them touch together... and start bouncing up and down, fucking yourself on the wooden woody, letting your tongue loll out and eyes roll up happily as you do.\n\nOh yeah, going green is the best!\n\n<b>Holly the Easter Bunny</b> end - <i>The Easter Bunny loves Arbor Day</i>

Slowly you stand up, neither of the villains doing anything to stop you as you take several steps forward towards the wall of screens. You scan across them, realizing that multiple people are watching each one, utterly unaware of who's watching the other. Someone, somewhere, is watching the news desperately hoping to hear one way or the other whether someone they know and care about is alive. At the same instant, someone, somewhere is watching Spongebob Squarepants make fart jokes and having the time of their lives.\n\nThe giggle starts somewhere low in your throat, and deepens to a chuckle as you lower your head and put a hand to your face. It really is simple when you have it all laid out in front of you, isn't it? "I get it, I really do get it!" Your eyes wide, a huge grin on your face, you whip around to face the smiling duo, who are now literally on the edge of their seats waiting. "It's all going on at the same time! All the laughing, all the crying! If you're going to laugh at one thing, may as well laugh at it all! And cry at the same time!"\n\n"By George I think she's got it!" Little Joke squeals, clasping hands with Dark Comedy. "Or she's got somethin' anyway!"\n\n"But see, that's not all!" You laugh yourself forward, putting your head in both hands, waiting through the laughter until it's almost left you hoarse. Feeling a bit more focused, then, you straighten up, your voice having taken on a bit of a rasp. "Just because it's funny, doesn't mean it isn't true. In fact, they even say... 'It's funny because it's true'. If that's so... then logic..." You continue, drawling the word out a bit and spinning your hands around each other. "Says that just because it's true... doesn't mean it's not <i>funny</i>. It's funny because it's true... and it's true because it's funny."\n\n"Ooda-LOLLY, first day on the job and the kid's already innovating!" Dark Comedy crows, leaping to his feet and to your side, throwing an arm around your shoulders. "You're gonna make daddy proud, kiddo! You'll need your shots, but we'll have you showing this city what's what in no time."\n\nYou grin up at him, eyes glinting. "Sounds great. But hey... know what I was just sayin', Dad?"\n\n"What is it, apple of my eye?" he inquires, voice gone gooey with overdone affection.\n\n"Just because it's funny, doesn't mean it isn't true." You draw away and move to stand beneath a TV showing a grainy, distortion-plagued image of Neil Patrick Harris smirking at the camera. "And no one listens to a hippie. Or a clown."\n\nDark Comedy's black-painted lips briefly turn downward in a deep scowl... before his eyes light up and he cackles merrily. "You're right! You're absolutely right! We're not clowns! We're teachers!"\n\n"And teachers gotta suit up," you murmur, grinning darkly.\n\n<hr>\n[[Continue.|GrimHumor1x1]]

<img src=https://i.imgur.com/cJEMjcY.jpg>\n\nIf you were actually going to live here, you probably would have designed the bathroom with a bit more utility in mind. Considering that in practice it's mostly a space to connect the main area, bedroom, and hot tub all together, and to take a quick virtual rinse to get virtual substances off before conquering more virtual bitches, you went with style over ease of function. Everything is lined up along one wall, from the toilet area to the bath to the large shower, designed to flow all together in a harmonious example of sci-fi design, with a rather simplistic window to one side of the shower allowing for looking out at the cloudscape.\n\n<hr>\n[[Upper Level.|Capture-HabUL]]\n\n[[Bedroom.|Capture-HabBed]]\n\n[[Hot tub area.|Capture-HabHT]]

"The floor!" you blurt out, instinctively twisting your equine lower body and rearing up, giving a short leap back towards the doorway. Just in time, too, as the floor across most of the room shatters and drops. Your warning gives Amana and Shae time to throw themselves backwards, the half-orc flattening herself to the wall and staying on the thin ledge of rock that remains as the rest goes tumbling downward, splashing into a strange glowing green liquid. But it comes too late for Bane and Thurkar, both of them crying out as they drop amidst the shower of rocks and disappear below the surface of the ominous, rather gooey-looking stuff with a splash.\n\n"BANE!" Amana and Shae both scream, Shae jerking forward as if considering diving after them, but restraining herself. "Thurkar! Where are you?!"\n\n"I can't see them, why aren't they coming up?!" you add, leaning out from the ledge around the tunnel entrance to look down. \n\n"Shae, get your rope," Amana calls after a few seconds go by, desperation in her voice. "We'll have to try and get down to them and-"\n\nWhatever she was going to say is cut off as something comes geysering out of the slime... long, pointed-tipped tentacles, some as thick around as your barrel, others as thick as your wrist, and a variety of sizes in between. They lash the air, some of them pale and pulsating, others looking leathery and copper-colored with dark stripes. Whatever they are, they're incredibly fast, as a handful of them whip through the air. Only you being partly in the tunnel spares you as you canter backwards instinctively, the grasping tentacles whipping past you, but Amana and Shae aren't so lucky, both of them yelping as they're grabbed around the middle and neck, yanked through the air to be held above the writhing mass rising from the pool.\n\nThe tentacles are incredibly fast, motions almost blurring, and in the space of a heartbeat both women's clothing is ripped from their bodies, tattered cloth and leather falling into the goo along with their equipment. Shae and Amana both cry out as they're abruptly violated, tentacles plunging into their pussies and asses simultaneously, other tentacles grabbing their wrists and ankles to still their flailing. You stare in shock at the sight of Amana's red pussy stretched taut around a striped tentacle thrusting deeply enough into her to make a bulge in her belly, while Shae is bent over in midair, a pale, smooth tentacle thicker than your wrist stroking deeply into her spread green pucker.\n\n<hr>\n[[Try to save them!|GGCentaur8x3]]\n\n[[Run!|GGCentaur]]

You unsling your bow and nock an arrow to it, and even in the brief time period that takes the tentacles start fucking Shae and Amana faster and harder, their bodies bucking and lurching in the air with the motions of the tentacles violating their holes, perky green tits and full red tits alike bouncing and jiggling with thinner tentacles coiled around their bases. You try to find any sort of clear shot, the point of your arrow wavering back and forth as you attempt to figure out where to put an arrow that would even do any good.\n\nAs you're trying to choose a target, more tentacles move in, quivering around their captives' pussies, before a second tentacle, then a third, plunges into both, stretching them beyond wide, the writhing, plunging tips of all three visible in the adventurers' bellies, their cries growing louder... and, you notice, despite still shrieking protests, there's a distinct pleasured tinge to the pleas for mercy or help.\n\n"Ah, stop, stop it, hel-!" Amana calls, only for her word to cut off with a gurgle, her eyes rolling upward as her throat bulges, then a striped tentacle burts from her mouth, wiggling and pumping in the air, having gone all the way through from her ass. Shae's cries too become muffled as a pale length wobbles and bucks in front of her face, still seeming determined to fuck deeper into her despite having literally run out of victim.\n\nWincing at the cost of your delay, you finally sight on the tentacle wrapped around Amana's waist and move your aim down to its length before her. Maybe if you can get her at least a little bit free, she can support you with spellcasting (though you don't want to imagine the concentration check involved in casting spells while a tentacle is fucking your ass so deep it's coming out your mouth). You let the arrow fly, your aim true, the projectile whistling through the air... only to be slapped away before impact by one of the tentacles. These things are ridiculously fast! How did it even see you?!\n\nBut your attempt seems to have drawn its attention back to you, and it sends more tentacles writhing through the air. You fire off another two arrows, one actually meeting its mark, a pale wrist-width tentacle's top exploding in a strange mingled green-red blast of goo. But that's the last luck you have as plenty of others wind themselves around your arms, all four of your legs, and coil around your barrel as well as your human waist before hauling you out of the tunnel and into the air above, your bow dropping from your yanked-apart hands to splash into the goo below.\n\nMoving with more of that frightening speed, the tentacles quickly strip off all of your gear and toss it into the slime as well, your tits bouncing as the enchanted chainmail is rent asunder. You cry out as your pussy and ass are both abruptly stuffed full of tentacles almost as thick as the clydesdale's prick, and shoving in just as deep in that immediate thrust... and then continuing to thrust deeper and deeper as they start fucking you. You strain and try to buck in the grip, but the tentacles are stronger than you are by far... and either they're coated in something like an aphrodisiac or your body's just been accustomed to hard, mindless, bestial fucking, because almost instantly you're wanting to cum, your yowls tinted with ashamed pleasure as tentacles wind around your tits, squeezing them and flicking at your stiff nipples.\n\nApparently the creature is fascinated by your much roomier holes compared to Amana and Shae, and after only a few moments adds another two to your pussy... and another one to your ass, stretching it wider and sliding in just as deeply as the first in only a few thrusts. Your eyes roll up in your head and your tongue lolls out, cries rapidly growing incoherent as it just keeps adding tentacles to your horsepussy and thrusting deeper and deeper into your ass, a third tentacle joining the other two and seeming to have a competition over how fast they can wriggle and writhe deeper inside you.\n\nYou're fairly certain you have at least ten tentacles pumping away in your cunt and bulging your barrel by the time you can feel something pushing in the back of your throat. You've lost count of how many times you've cum, but you do so again as a striped tentacle pushes its way out of your mouth and writhes through the air in front of your face... followed by your jaw being forced to stretch as a pale tentacle pushes out as well, followed by another striped one. The three tentacles fucking you all the way through writhe and caress against each other as you're violated, apparently the creature's favorite toy of the three.\n\nDistantly, your mind hazed by pleasure and sheer intensity of situation, you notice something happening with the other two... the tentacles fucking them visibly through their stomachs increasing in speed, the ones jutting from their mouth lashing about more intensely. Both Amana's and Shae's eyes roll completely up in their heads as the trios of tentacles in their cunts suddenly thrust hard and start trembling, their bellies swelling out rounder and rounder, starting to glow faintly green with the unnatural jism filling them... as their bellies swell, their tits begin to grow too, as if in simple sympathetic motion Of course a second later you feel your own mass of tentacles frenzying as well, and your mind goes completely white as the dozen or so monstrous pseudopod-cocks raping your horsepussy start pumping you with enough glowing green goo to fill a hot tub, your already huge tits swelling until they're more like enormous.\n\nYou feel distant, almost separate from your bloated, still orgasming body as it slowly begins to be lowered down towards the surface of the goo, your gigantic glowing green cumbelly wobbling like a water balloon beneath your equine lower half. You see something rising up from the surface, and then spreading wide... a glistening, meaty red orifice, pulsating and throbbing, which you're being lowered directly into.\n\n<hr>\n[[Get ahold of yourself! Fight back!|GGCentaur8x4]]\n\n[[Just give in.|GGCentaur]]

You do your best to focus, your mind racing with what you could possibly do, clearing little by little as you're lowered towards the orifice. As the tentacles abruptly pull out of you (causing several more orgasms on the way out), you manage to gasp in and hold a breath as you're dropped the last few feet into it. The red, pulsating flesh instantly closes around you and sucks you in, your exhausted and battered mind forcing you not to scream as its undulations pull you deeper and deeper inside of it, swallowing you in. Every part of your body is soon surrounded by the wet, squeezing passage beneath the orifice, dragging you along the tight, grasping tunnel deeper and deeper, giving you an idea of just how swollen your belly and tits are as it presses in around them.\n\nYou're not sure what you're waiting for, but you soon realize that your lungs are screaming, and you're going to have to act soon if you want to actually do anything. You stiffen your legs, thrusting them against the walls of the thing swallowing you in an attempt to at least break yourself. You can feel the hard edges of your hooves digging into the fleshy walls, your pulsating prison giving a harder shudder as if in pain. Encouraged, you shove harder, feeling your hooves dig further into it... and then they jerk as they apparently pass through. The next swallowing motion by the thing causes it to jolt and writhe hard as well, and there's a lurching motion before you suddenly find yourself dropping hard, your bloated belly hitting a solid surface to break your fall. Your eyes roll at the intensity of the orgasm that smashes through you at the jostling of that glowing green fluid inside you... and then two more quite a bit like it as there are closely-timed impacts on either side of it, your tongue jutting out and body shuddering as the strikes help a fair bit of the stuff go gushing out of you. \n\nYou come down from your seemingly constant orgasm as the slime steadily gushes out of your stretched horse cunt enough to see that the impacts were Amana and Shae, both of them twitching and bucking on the floor as their own bloated bellies gradually lose volume from the glowing green slime gushing out from between their legs. Eventually your hooves touch against the floor, and you stagger-waddle over to a nearby wall, bracing your hands and doing your best to deliberately push more of the slime out, your eyes rolling again as more climaxes wash through you like tides. But eventually it seems to have stopped, your whole body wet with sweat as well as whatever fluids being in that... place... smeared on you, and you can take a look around.\n\nYou seem to be in some network of natural caves and tunnels, the stone an odd shade of purple that glows faintly. Above you, the ceiling of this particular small cavern is seemingly made of overlapping fleshy tubes that look uncomfortably like intestines, one of them with a gaping hole in it that's dripping a mingling of green and red... it does look slightly too small for you to have come through it, so maybe it's already healing up. You do your best to check yourself out as well after seeing that Amana and Shae (both of them with bellies still slightly bulged and tits larger than their head) seem to be alright and coming down from their own experience. Your barrel is still visibly swollen and wobbles a little when you move, which is to say nothing of your tits, which are now so big they almost come down to your human waist. Pressing a hand on one makes you shudder... it's quite sensitive, and still as firm and jiggly as it ever was. Damn, that thing really did a number on you.\n\n"What was that... thing?" Shae murmurs blearily as she gets to her feet... then stares down at the energetic wobbling and bouncing her tits do with practically every slight move. Shaking it off, an intensely worried expression comes over her face. "That thing that swallowed us... after... do you think it swallowed Bane and Thurkar too?"\n\nAmana opens her mouth... then presses her lips tightly together, pain in her eyes. You have the foggiest inkling of what she might be thinking... you're not sure if it's even possible. But if she knows that it is and thinks it's likely, she apparently decides not to say, instead saying, "For right now, Bane and Thurkar would want us to take care of ourselves." She rubs around the bases of her horns, groaning a little. "My head... I'm not sure if it hurts or if I'm still cumming a little. Guh."\n\n"Okay, let's try and focus," you suggest. "What are our options? Obviously we can't stay here, so we'll have to try and get out of the cave. We don't have any gear so we'll have to pick a direction."\n\n"I... think the cave entrance was north from that cavern where the floor collapsed," Shae says slowly. "I think. If we didn't go too far through..." She glances up, shudders, then continues. "Then we might be able to at least head towards the general direction of the exit by going north."\n\n"I have a spell that will let us know which way is north," Amana allows. "But there's a problem."\n\n"What's that?" you ask, sighing. As if you didn't already have enough problems.\n\n"That spell will take almost nothing to cast, but... whatever that thing was, I think it drained a lot of my magic out of me," the tiefling admits, as if uncomfortable with that. "I think I only have enough for one strong spell after that." Before you can say just to save it, she continues on in a firm tone, "And one of the spells I know is 'Corruption Purge'. I can cast it on all three of us if we stand close together, but that would be it for any significant magic. But... considering the things we've been in contact with, I think... it is probably a good idea. But after that, I would be virtually defenseless. Even moreso than either of you."\n\n<hr>\n[[She should cast it.|GGCentaur]]\n\n[[She should save it.|GGCentaur]]

Let's be honest, in your heart of hearts you feel like you could always use some more goofy nerd shit. And this place actually looks a bit more... well, "homey" isn't the right word, but a bit more like one of those personally-run places, like a combination between the aforementioned convention booth and an antique store or something. You wander on in, taking a look at the mixture of obvious character outfits and more generic style clothing, as well as assorted accessories obviously meant to go with them. \n\n"Hi! Welcome to the Clothing Emporeum!" a friendly voice calls, making you stop and look. A twenty-something girl with shortish red hair, green eyes, and freckles is smiling at you. She's also wearing something like a magenta tunic-dress, bound at the waist with a green belt, and tall boots. Guess it's one of those stores where the employees dress up. "Can I help you find anything specific today?"\n\n"Just browsing," you answer almost on autopilot... though it's true, you are in fact just browsing.\n\n"Alright, well, if you want to direct your browsing, we have some various deals today," she says, still cheerfully enough. "We have a special on '[[Superheroes & Superstars|GGMCE7x1]]' outfits on that rack over there, that one there is the '[[Warriors of Destiny|GGMCE8x1]]' rack, also on sale, and the last costuming sale we're having right now is the '[[Villains & Vagabonds|GGMCE6x1]]' rack. If you'd like to find something even cheaper but a little more jumbled, there's the [[bargain bin|GGMCE1x1]] right over there, or we have some [[grab bags|GGMCE2x1]] filled with random accessories up at the counter. Which is where I'll be if you need anything else, so I'll stop bugging you now and let you get back to looking," she adds slightly sheepishly, before withdrawing.\n\nHuh. Well, she seems nice, and she decided not to hover. You do feel like you ought to buy at least something now, and a glance at even the non-discounted stuff shows that it's relatively inexpensive. Just a question of where to browse now.

You float in the center of your meditation chamber, peaceful and serene. Well, meditation might not be the most precise word for it... meditation is, after all, usually thought of as emptying one's mind of thoughts and outside influences. You're actually thinking as many thoughts as you want, and paying attention to a great deal of the outside world. Neural networking means abandoning a certain amount of sense of self for awhile, though, so it's close enough. Somewhere on the eastern seaboard, a broadcast flickers to life... very few radio or television stations on the continent broadcast all the time anymore. They either don't have the power reserves for it or they've realized that the transmissions can be tracked, and think transmitting only briefly will help. Of course, you almost instantly know the location of the broadcast source and every single device tuning into it... you just haven't sent your pets in yet because, among other things, you like having somewhere to get the other side's news.\n\n"Time for the nightly report on the situation. I'm afraid there's not much good news, but what there is, we'll start with. The raptor incursions into Canada seem to be going slowly. Though they do seem to have taken several more small towns there, most of the major cities seem to be safe and are either being evacuated or fortified. Though England has refused to take in Canadian citizens, Australia has volunteered to do so, and those who can afford plane tickets are already booking every available flight. The rest of the news is less cheerful. Below the Canadian border, it's estimated that over 75% of North America is now under full raptor occupation. South America's northern areas have confirmed heavy raptor presence as well, and while more optimistic estimates predict a roughly five year struggle, even those do not show a favorable outcome for humanity. Luckily, raptor sightings in other parts of the world are very rare, and most reports have been dismissed as hysteria."\n\nYou can't help but smirk a little, letting the broadcast slip from your mind. They're definitely not hysteria, you're just taking things slowly in most of Europe. Having your babies snag unattended or single females in the night and drag them off to hidden enclaves, such as the catacombs beneath Paris, which are by now almost fully converted into a breeding nest. The Canadians fleeing the frozen north won't find much sanctuary in Australia...large packs of raptors are already roaming the harsh outback, and the African savannahs too, building their numbers and keeping out of sight of civilization. The colder climates like Canada and Russia won't be a hurdle for much longer, either, you think as you put your feet down and settle onto them, padding out of the room and down the hall to visit the most local "egg-slave".\n\nYou pass by a number of raptors on the way, of course, moving about the halls, attending to various oversight tasks and even doing things like cooking your dinner and cleaning your room. The raptors are just about perfect for your purposes... smart enough to have an effective neural network with, not quite smart enough to resist your control or influence, even if you weren't inside all of them's minds from birth. Of course they're always smarter when you're nearby, since there's less "data loss" in the network, which is why the ones in your home can carry out domestic tasks without direct guidance. You step into the room that was once Alexa's lab, and is now 'Nest Alpha', smiling at the sight of the naked woman, her breasts swollen and heavy and constantly being pumped of the milk they produce, her arms and legs encased in metal to hold her limbs spread. She's moaning as her pussy spreads wide, hips jerking in their confines as her inner walls work and spread, the slick, shiny surface of a mottled red and gold egg slowly pushing its way out.\n\n"Is that the last of the current clutch?" you ask the raptor standing nearby monitoring a touchscreen. It turns its head and hoots at you briefly, and you nod. "Good. Let's get ready to put another one in her, then, though this one's going to be special," you add thoughtfully as you reach out and slip your head between its legs, stroking its smooth leathery hide, then wrapping your hand around its prick as it starts to slide free of the slit, pumping lightly.\n\n"Nnnh... Sam," the fallen supervillain groans, body trembling lightly as she works to birth her latest of thousands of football-sized eggs. "Sam... where is... my family... my children...?"\n\n"Your children are all around you, Alexa," you reply mildly. "I'm getting one of your sons ready to fuck you and knock you up again right now. But if you mean your daughters, then like most of the rest of the female population of Palladium City, they're busy birthing eggs, just like you. They're either laying eggs or getting fucked, one or the other... though not in quite as lovely and high-tech accomodations as this. I do have a few of those, though," you add, thoughtfully. "Mostly for containing the metahuman women. We're having very good luck with those... even the vigilantes and villains that weren't actually powered do seem to generate better, healthier raptors. Between those and the ones that have inherited superpowers, the Russian Push will start in about two weeks, want to hit them hard and fast before they do anything stupid like launching nukes at North America. A few covert attacks on other world leaders and militaries should prevent anyone else from getting the same idea, and once everything's really chaos, then it's just a matter of mopping up."\n\n"Why... why are you doing this?" she groans. "I... I'm sorry..."\n\nYou can't help but laugh at that, giving the raptor beside you's cock an affectionate squeeze as it trills its own version of laughter. "Oh, that's cute, you still think everything's about you! No, I'm doing this because the raptors are way better for me to network with than humans... I get to experience what they experience, feel what they feel. Millions of excited, horny beasts all completely devoted to me. Once the human population is reduced to nothing but breeders, I'll of course alter the breeders to birth females as well as males, and then the species will be self-perpetuating. I'll have to alter some of the prey animals to reproduce faster... but that will be fun too. I'll get to feel the excitement of the chase from both ends... the glory of predator, the terror of prey, all mingled together and happening inside me at once. Ah... but that's kind of why I'm here today."\n\nAlexa gives a cry as the egg finally slips free of her, tumbling gently into the padded carrier of the round robot beneath her. It carefully adjusts the egg into a nook in the padding, then closes its lid over it, whirring off. Alexa turns her orgasm-glazed eyes towards you. "What... what do you...?" she murmurs, gaze drawn to her raptor offspring as it moves into its place between her legs, already a long-established routine.\n\n"Well I can't have just raptors, that's boring. So eventually I plan to bring back everything... prey species like the herbivores, too, though a lot of those will make good soldiers in the conquest until then. But I just can't resist going for the cool factor first," you add, putting a finger to your lips with a smirk, almost idly flicking your tongue out to taste some of the raptor's pre. "You may have been fucked by the very first raptor, Alexa, but you'll have the honor of laying the egg of the very first Tyrannosaurus Rex. Maybe I'll even rename it the Tyrannosaurus Lex in your honor."\n\n"WHAT?!" she blurts, then cries out as the raptor thrusts into her and starts fucking her. Her eyes roll, her words coming out in a stammer as she's jarred by her inhuman offspring's thrusts. "N-n-n-n-nooo-o-o-o-o! It'll-l-l destr-oy-oy-oy-oy my pussy-y-y-y-y-y!"\n\n"Oh, don't be silly, I'll make sure you can stretch enough, and that you shrink back to fit after. Well, maybe not right away after. But I might make you even tighter than ever, in fact! Make it so you can barely fit in the next raptor's prick when he knocks you up with a Brontosaurus egg."\n\n"N-n-n-n-n-n-nh!" Alexa can't even fully formulate her protest this time, her head leaning back and her body shaking as the raptor trills and thrusts forward, pumping a more copious load into her than usual and impregnating her with the seed of a Tyrant King.\n\n"C'mon now, Alexa. You're the type that always wanted your children to own the world," you say in a mock-soothing tone as you walk over, gently rubbing her belly as it swells with dino-cum. "Now, they will."\n\n<b>Ascendant</b> end - <i>When dinosaurs will rule the Earth</i>

You have no idea how you have the presence of mind not only to form the spell, but to select the best one for the situation. Maybe it's just the sudden memory of Sima talking about "small magic creatures" that has you shove your hand against it, sort of reflexively blurting "Disrupt!"\n\nThe cockroach... pops. There's really not much other word for it, it's essentially as dramatic as if it had suddenly been smacked with a particularly fast, strong swing of a hard-soled boot. An explosion of disgusting-looking goop and squishy bits goes flying backwards, luckily most of it splattering all over the floor and some on the wall, only a bit of it getting on your shirt and jeans. You quickly roll over and scramble to grab the flashlight, wheeling around to look back and forth, but seeing nothing else again.\n\n'Fuck this, I'm getting out of here,' you think, hauling out your cell and pulling up the GPS, tapping the 'Home' link. A sort-of map pulls up, showing a blue line going back the way you came with the destination dot... but you can also see a red dot off to one side. A moving red dot, which quickly crosses onto the blue line and starts following it not towards the 'Destination' dot, but the gently-pulsing blue 'Location' dot that indicates you.\n\n<i>Tmp, tmp, tmp, tmp, tmp tmp tmp <b>tmp tmp t-</b></i>\n\nYour head lifts as that machinery noise from before starts getting louder. And faster. And your face pales as not only do you realize that it's not a piston, it's footsteps, but that a slowly-building skittering noise is approaching again. And it's a lot more obvious and overlapping than before.\n\nYou turn and take off at a run the way you had been going, resisting the urge to look behind you as both the skittering and the heavy, echoing footsteps continue to get louder and closer. You almost scream again as your toe catches in a loose board on the floor (when did it turn to a wooden board floor?) and you hit the ground, this time managing to tighten your grip on your flashlight so you don't lose it. But you're stunned for a moment, and when you roll over and instinctively aim it back down the hallway, you can see one large something thundering towards you and a lot of little somethings scurrying along the floor and walls. "Fuck!"\n\nYou whip your head back and forth as you scramble to your feet, and suddenly realize you're right next to a door... and it's lit. It even looks vaguely familiar, the same sort of closet door you've seen in so many homes like your own, a faint red glow coming around the bottom and edges of it. Ominous... and you also realize that ahead and down an offshoot, you can see another, similar door, this one lit around the edges with a calm, even blue light. Your brain's telling you that the blue one is obviously safer, but it's also further away, whereas the red one is <i>right next to you</i>, you need to make a decision, fast!\n\n<hr>\n[[Red door!|GGMB4x11]]\n\n[[Blue door!|GGMB]]\n\n[[Um, uh, red, no, blue, wait no red, um...!|GGMB]]

Nearer wins. You lurch towards the door and grab the handle, shoving, then cursing and yanking on it instead when it doesn't move. This time it swings open effortlessly and you half-dive through, yanking the door closed behind you with a bang as you go stumbling inside, barely keeping your feet.\n\nYou barely have time to process that you seem to be in someone's bedroom before something suddenly looms up in front of you in a flash of wild hair and glittering red scales.\n\n"GAOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"\n\n<hr>\n[[Mana Beam!|GGMB4x12]]\n\n[[Mana Disrupt!|GGMB]]\n\n[["AGIKdfgdskfjghoisdfgh!!!!"|GGMB]]

"Cyan beeeeeeeam!" you shout without thinking, jabbing two fingers forward and firing a bright blue flash of light right at the looming figure.\n\n"GA<i>ha</i>!" it answers, booming voice resolving into a shockingly cute squeak as it flops backwards and thuds to the floor, smoke rising from a spot on its chest.\n\nYou blink a few times, staring down at it... her. Because it seems to be a girl your own age, just, uh. Also a dragon? Because she has very thick, wild red hair that comes down past her shoulders, with two extra-long falls of it framing her face, and matching scales curling around the sides of her jaw and going down to coat her neck, and her similarly ruby-scaled arms end in slightly gnarled fingers with curled black claws on the ends... same for her mostly-scaly legs, though her thighs have the same light tan skin as her face and what's showing of her belly do. She's wearing an old-looking shirt that reads "DH Pounce Team '93" on the front, not quite stretched over a pair of fairly large (maybe about the same as Maya? bit bigger?) breasts, the smoke from your beam rising from a hole high up on one of those. She's also wearing a black thong... a fairly skimpy one, you suppose so that it can go beneath her long draconic tail in back... that's hugged against a bulge whose endowment generally matches (if not possibly exceeds) her chest.\n\n"Fuck, I've killed her," you say in a slightly shocked tone, since it's the first thing that comes to mind with her just laying there unmoving.\n\n"The fuck you have," comes the grunted reply, the dragon-girl twitching a bit. "Just... surprised me, is all. Need a minute to... unsurprise myself."\n\n"Ah-huh." You eye her for a moment, keeping the mana beam circle sort of close to memory. You turn and cautiously open the door you came through to peek in... pretty normal-looking closet, jackets and some weight equipment and a stack of what look like porn magazines, no sign of the Corridors. You close the door again and take a look around. It's... a surprisingly normal teenage girl's room. Well, it's kind of on the "jock" side, even compared to some of the girl-jocks you know, definitely trending more towards the masculine. The chair at the desk has a weird back, sort of a C-shaped hole in it and a kind of sloped downward bit to the back of the seat, you suppose to make it easier to sit in with a tail. And instead of a bed there's... well, it looks like a big pile of gold and silver coins, honestly, although a slightly longer speculative look shows that the majority of them don't have anything minted on them, making them more just metal disks. ... Actually, this room looks weirdly familiar. Not the contents of it, but the layout.\n\n... Isn't this your room? Or, well, you guess it could be the same room in most of the houses in the same development, but the actual walls and floor and ceiling are all-\n\nYou hop a little bit and turn back towards the dragon-girl as she sits up in a slightly wobbly motion (meaning both her spine and her tits wobble some with it), blinking reflective silver eyes a few times. She stares at you for a moment, then looks down at her chest, or rather the no-longer-smoking gap in her shirt showing partly shiny red scales and partly light tan skin. She sticks one of her hands under her short and pokes a finger through the hole, giving out a soft, "Aw maaan."\n\n"Sorry," you say, by reflex but sincerely. Being the sort who's rather attached to your own T-shirt collection, you do feel a little bad about it. \n\nShe purses her lips in an expression you bet she'd deny to the ends of the earth is a pout. "Well what the hell, you jump out of my closet and then zap me?"\n\n"Sorry," you repeat, frowning now. "I... was running from something. Long story. And then you jumped at me."\n\n"Fuckin' human mages. I heard they were fuckin' dicks. This's my dad's highschool shirt, yanno," she notes as she staggers a little getting to her feet.\n\nYour fingers twitch, but she doesn't seem inclined to get hostile again. "I <i>said</i> I was sorry, I... oh, magic's real here?" you note with a blink, then thumb at the door behind you. "Um, so yeah, magic... travel spell, and monsters were after me in there, so I just had to go through the nearest door," you note. "They were like, right behind me, so not a lot of choice and I was pretty jumpy."\n\n"Mmm." She eyes you for a few moments, then shrugs and thumbs at herself. "I'm Rudh."\n\n"I mean, yeah, you are a little."\n\nShe blinks, then scowls, putting her hands on her hips and leaning forward. "<i>Rudh</i>," she repeats, rolling the R and adding breathier noises around the latter parts.\n\n"Yeah, that too," you say, looking her up and down.\n\nRudh raises a finger and scowls as if to snap back, then blinks, looking at her own hand and wiggling her finger a bit. "Ohhhhhh," she murmurs, as if that had only occurred to her for the first time in her life.\n\n"I'm Cyan," you reply, then grin a bit wryly as she glances at your eyes and hair. "Yeah, guess so, huh? Anyway, uh... I'm from another dimension, I guess."\n\n"You guess? Seems kinda like one of those things where y'are or y'aren't," Rudh replies, squinting at you.\n\n"I mean, yeah. I am. It's just... weird to say," you allow, walking over to the window and taking a look out. ... Holy shit it is your room. A lot of the houses are painted and decorated a bit differently, but pretty much all the trees and the layout is the same. You don't recognize any of the people... most of them seem to be scaly like Rudh is, with tails and/or wings, and none of them look like the people you know (not even dragon-y versions) but under it all it's still the same view you've spent most of your life seeing almost every day. "This is sort of my first, um... dimension trek."\n\n"Huh. Wild," Rudh says, even as she seems to be taking it a bit in stride. She settles down in her desk chair and turns it towards you, sprawling back a bit. "Figures, I finally meet a human face-to-face and she ain't even from here."\n\n"So there are humans here?" you ask curiously, turning towards her.\n\n"Yeah, sure. I've talked to some online," she notes, thumbing towards what looks a lot like a Chromebook sitting closed on the desktop. "Most of 'em live in the USF. They don't leave much 'cause of the likelihood of gettin' pounced an', y'know, stuff done to 'em."\n\nYour expression goes flat. "You mean like you were going to do to me, despite all your complaining."\n\n"... Ehhhhhh," Rudh hedges with a little turn of her head and a roll of her eyes, in a way that says 'yes absolutely but now I don't want to admit it'. "I mean, y'know. Suddenly just running into my room. I mean, y'know. ... Y'know."\n\n"I think I do, yeah," you say blandly.\n\nRudh clears her throat, partly-scaled tan cheeks darkening further as she squirms her way up in the chair a bit. "Well anyway, technically you're not <i>supposed</i> to, ah, do stuff to humans or other protected NMSes, but y'know... after dark in some places."\n\n"... I think I should look up how to get home," you declare, fishing out your phone.\n\n"Aw, hey, it's fine! I mean, you can hang with me, right?" Rudh has the grace to look sheepish when you eye her, and she holds up both hands in an 'I surrender' gesture. "Hey, hey, we both surprised each other, no harm... 'cept to my shirt... no foul, huh? 'Sides, this is kinda cool, I wanna hear more about this other dimension stuff and whatever monsters you were running from."\n\n"... Well," you murmur, uncertainly.\n\nThen her silver eyes glisten as she perks up visibly. "Oh, hey, also, we could fuck!"\n\n"wut?"\n\n"Yeah!" Grinning broadly, Rudh hooks a thumb into the front of her panties and pushes them down, her half-hard shaft springing free and wobbling a bit before settling against her belly. It... glows. In fact it seems to be a solid red right down to the base, glowing visibly even in the normal lighting of the bedroom. It's mostly cylinder-shaped, not much of a distinct head, though you can see the indent of the hole in the tip and some lines at points around it, maybe some kind of ridges or bumps, though the glow slightly obscures them. "Everybody says that a mage and a dragon having sex with each other powers up both," she declares cheerfully, wrapping a hand around her cock and giving it a few strokes, though it doesn't seem to be hardening further immediately. "If you're worried about monsters in that wherever-place, you'd wanna be stronger before going back in there, riiiiight?" she adds with a wicked grin, showing off that a fair few of her teeth are sharp, and also have a silvery gleam to them.\n\n<hr>\n[["... No."|GGMB]]\n\n[["... Well..."|GGMB]]\n\n[["... Cyan Beam."|GGMB]]

Deciding to try your hand at the bard class (which several devotees assure you is not nearly as pathetic and worthless as everyone else says it is), you grin as the character model goes through her little 'Yeah!' animation again, having to admit it's pretty cute. Her clothes shift into a white tube top and long, elaborately-embroidered vest, the boyshorts turning into leather shorts and a pair of red leather turned-down boots appearing on her feet.\n\nYou'd expect to hit character customization after that, but here's where you meet one of the new and obviously porny aspects of the game. "Traits", huh? Sounds... like they're promising more than they can deliver, probably. They'll probably wind up being mostly dull stat bonuses and minuses in actual gameplay.\n\n<center>Choose your character's trait!</center>\n\n[[Bamboozler|GGWOWplaceholder]] - Your character is especially skilled at spinning tall tales and whipping up convincing lies. However, such things can easily lead them into paths of greater and greater danger! (A plus to deception effects until it critfails, you figure.)\n\n[[Sexy Li'l Thing|GGWOWplaceholder]] - Your character's charisma and charm makes them beloved by all... and perhaps rather more than just beloved by some! Have a care, their appeal crosses certain lines. (Stat boosts but you draw aggro easier, or something.)\n\n[[The Golden Tongue|GGWOWplaceholder]] - Your character has the most beautiful singing voice in the world, but this may draw more attention than they can deal with. Overly appreciative fans may appear to try and have your character to themselves! (Boosted bard songs but occasional random spawning enemies, maybe?)

Deciding to go with what you know (though you know choosing it will in fact make everyone assume you're a creepy middle-aged dude), you select female for your Minikin. The character model comes up, a short, slender, mostly flat-chested girl wearing vaguely fantasy-styled tanktop and boyshorts, giving an excited little hop and thrusting a fist in the air at being selected. She has blue hair (always a plus in your book) and fluffy grey ears and a bushy tail... some sort of canine, you'd assume. She wiggles a bit in place as the next choice comes up, class selection.\n\n<center>Choose your hero's path to glory!</center>\n\n[[Sorcerer|GGWOW3x1]]\n\n[[Thief|GGWOW4x1]]

"Whoa, I mean, wait, we can't go to a bar," you explain, crossing your forearms to indicate a no-go.\n\n"Why not? Oh, don't worry, I got one of those ID things that says I'm twenty-one, whyever that matters," Mustang answers in a smug tone.\n\n"Yeah, but I don't, 'cause I'm not. It'd be illegal for me to go in a bar and drink."\n\n"Eh?" Mustang glances at you again, frowning. "Fuckin' how come?"\n\n"Something about teenage brains still developing and not having well-developed decision making processes, I dunno, I got distracted and stopped listening to the explanation so I could use my Christmas money on a gacha pull." You shrug, then continue, "Look, you should learn that there's more fun things to do in town than just go to the bar anyway. We'll go to the mall instead." Which is sort of how you got into this mess, but it's also all you can really think of off the top of your head.\n\n"Fiiiine," she grumbles, but follows your directions to the mall. Soon the two of you are walking back into its air-conditioned confines. It's fairly late in the afternoon now, so it's considerably more crowded than when you left it. Mustang does seem intrigued, though, looking around, and if she actually had horse ears you're betting they'd be perking and twisting. "Hey, this place might be kinda interesting after all. I smell food and a buncha other stuff. And man look at all the colors. Are these all shops?"\n\n"Most of 'em, though they all sell something," you explain as the two of you fall into the flow of foot traffic. "Hey, this place has some cool shirts, I bet we can find one you'd li-"\n\nYou're just turning onto the shop when you almost collide with someone coming out of it, who's busily texting on their cellphone. She raises her head, scowling darkly at you. "Why don't you watch where you're going?" Then she sees you and scowls even more. "Cyan."\n\n"Trudi," you acknowledge with a sigh. The bottle blonde in front of you is dressed from neck to foot in expensive designer 'pseudo-neo-punk' or whatever she calls it... high-end denim jacket, band shirt that probably cost fifty times what it would anywhere else because it has some concert lineage, designer cutoffs and belt with silver-plated wallet chain, high-top sneakers that probably cost more than your cell phone. "'Scuse me," you add, since it seems the quickest way to end your interaction with one of your least favorite people.\n\nTrudi, however, looks over the rims of her $500 retro-hipster sunglasses at Mustang, then looks at you and smirks. "Oh, trading up from the skinny little lesbian to a big butch one? Your little girlfriend Leslie will just be so <i>heartbroken</i>. Probably be crying into some other girl's muff all night long," she adds as your face flushes with mingled embarrassment and anger. "Ta!" she adds with a flip of her hand as she slips past you and out into the mall.\n\n"What a complete bitch," Mustang says a beat after Trudi's left, frowning as she turns and makes as if to follow her. "I'mma rape her."\n\n"Uh, hey, what?" That statement jolts you out of your light simmer and has you grabbing Mustang's arm. "What was that?"\n\n"Yeah, y'know, bend her over, give her a good pounding, show her who's boss," the disguised centaur replies, pointing after the departed blonde. "Fuck some of the attitude out of her. It's pretty standard when one centaur gets nasty with another, humans do it too, right?"\n\n<hr>\n[[No!|GGMCE5x5]]\n\n[[... Aaaactually...|GGMCE]]

"It's not like there's anything to do around here anyway," you say in a frustrated tone, resting a hand on your hip. "I mean we drove through town on the way here, it's tiny, there's no shops I'd be interested in, I don't have any friends to hang out with... what would I even do?"\n\nJasmine looks at you for a moment... then lets out a laugh, though it's a bit of a lighter one than before. "Okay, fair enough. Here, have a seat, Layla."\n\nPursing your lips and wondering if this is just leading up to her mocking you again, you nevertheless move to take a seat in one of the wooden chairs dotting the porch. "There's not even anything to do around the house, since you said I had to earn privileges," you add as you do.\n\n"True enough. Well, one way you earn privileges and find out what there is to do around here is by proving you can keep your mouth shut." At your face coloring a little, Jasmine's smirk returns. "You're not as sneaky as you think you are, hon."\n\n"Uh... well, I mean..."\n\n"Oh I'm sure you thought about saying something, but you've kept it to yourself enough that I think you can be counted on. See, the truth is, you're right, there's not that much to do out here in the country." Jasmine raises her eyebrows. "Other than fuckin'."\n\n"... Oh," you murmur, blushing again.\n\n"Mhmm. Dunno about other small towns, but there's lots and lots and loooots of fuckin' that goes on around here. Basically as long as you're even a <i>little</i> bit circumspect about it and aren't just banging away in the middle of the street in broad daylight, it's all good. Mara's husband certainly doesn't mind if I give her a tumble, he's fucked me more than a few times too. And loooots of other lewdness. Out here, we are the ultimate kink-enablers."\n\nYou turn that over in your brain for a few minutes, and all you can think to say is "Pervy."\n\n"Oh you bet. In fact, probably waaay more than you can even imagine. But it's a lot of fun, and if you embrace it, well, let's just say you might not be in such an all-fired hurry to get back to Deviville."\n\n<hr>\n[[You'll pass.|MeanFarm]]\n\n[[You might be... interested.|MeanFarm]]\n\n[[You're pretty interested.|MeanFarm]]\n\n[[Hell yeah let's DO THIS!|MeanFarm]]

You do like horses (casually), as well as monster girls, so a centaur does seem like the natural choice. Checking the box, you sign and hand the paper back to Ms. Jones. She looks it over, then nods. "Okay, good, we need more centaur trainers. They're a bit exasperating, I'll warn you now, but just remember that your contract stipulates that you have to stick with it for the rest of the summer." Pushing her glasses up on her nose, she continues, "Okay, come on, let's go."\n\n"Er, go?" Still, since she seems to be urging you along, you get up and let yourself be herded towards the front door. "Go where?"\n\n"Well you don't think that you can keep a centaur <i>here</i>, do you? The poor thing would have to squeeze through every single doorway and sleep in the living room, unless we remodeled the whole place," Ms. Jones explains as she closes your front door behind herself, indicating the black SUV parked at the curb. "So until further notice you'll be relocated to a small ranch on the edge of town. Don't worry, some discrete agents will be by in a little bit to pack up your things and have them in your room in the ranch house by the end of the day."\n\nYou're not sure you like this, but apparently you're obligated. Climbing into the SUV and buckling up, you're quiet for a bit as Ms. Jones drives, before saying, "So, uh... they're 'exasperating', huh?"\n\n"A semi-polite word for it. Listen, it's supposed to be your job to learn to deal with the monster girls first hand so that you forge a connection, but for your own safety and any hope of success, I'll give you two bits of advice about dealing with centaurs. The first is that when in doubt, refuse to back down, be strong, stand your ground, don't be afraid to act bossy. The second is, never run away."\n\n"Those sound like the same piece of advice," you note, frowning thoughtfully.\n\n"No, I don't mean metaphorically run away, like backing down from an argument, I mean physically, literally running away because you're scared or intimidated." At your blink and apparent shocked silence, Ms. Jones glances over. "Sure, horses aren't <i>quite</i> predatory animals, but wild ones are plenty aggressive, and centaur girls certainly aren't tame. Plus there's a few thousand years of cultural conditioning as proud hunters of beasts mixed in. So yes, the old maxim of 'if you run, they'll have to chase you' applies, so if you ever get shocked and want to bolt for safety, you're far better off digging your feet in and facing it head-on. Running will just designate you as prey or sport and they'll treat you as such." Noticing you staring, Ms. Jones gives you a winning smile. "No worries, it's not like they're <i>really</i> dangerous, just keep those two guidelines in mind and you'll be perfectly fine."\n\nYou're still not certain, but settle into silence for the rest of the drive. The buildings gradually thin out, and turn into large, open lawns, and then stretches where not much is visible other than fields. It's not really the country, but it's as close as you're likely to get without driving for a few more hours. Eventually Ms. Jones turns into one of the driveways and pulls up to the gate, which automatically swings open after a second and lets her pull forward. The SUV bumps and jostles lightly along the packed dirt drive, until you arrive at a long, low ranch house, with a much much larger barn nearby. "Okay, here we are," she announces. "I'll drop you off here and then go back to check on your house, make sure it's all secured. Your 'ward' should be by any minute. There's keys, a credit card, and further instructions on the kitchen table."\n\n"Okay," you agree with a sigh, climbing out of the car and watching it pull away. A moment later you do, in fact, hear the thump of hooves on the ground, and turn to find someone rounding the house. She's definitely big... you're not sure what breed of horse her lower half is, though it's a deep, shiny brown, with a long midnight black tail and dark 'socks' leading down to her hooves. Her hair, meanwhile, is a bright auburn, flushed red in the sunlight, cropped short and wild like she might have done it herself. Though of course you can't help but notice her chest... her breasts are each about as big as her head! She's wearing some sort of black sports bra type top that zips up the front, and seems to give decent support considering there's barely any jiggle as she moves. The next thing you have to notice is that she's absolutely ripped... above where the chestnut hide fades into tan human skin, she has what's bordering on an eight-pack, and lean, powerful arms like a professional athlete's.\n\n"Yo!" she calls as she canters up to you, looming without even really trying, grinning as she rests her hands on her human waist. One hoof paws the ground as she continues, "You must be my 'trainer', right? Heheh, you better not try to bust me, though, I'll do more than buck you off."\n\nFor a moment you're startled, until it sinks in she's joking. Then you grin, and offer a hand. "Cyan."\n\n"Mustang," she replies, gripping your wrist and giving a single firm shake. Laughing as she notices your reflexive glance at her lower half, she says, "Nah, I'm not one, that's just my name! When I was born it was sort of a phase among centaurs to name their kids after horse breeds."\n\n"Oh. Cool, then." You glance around. "Are you the only one here?"\n\n"Yeah, for now. Jonesy said that there's another comin' through the app process that might get assigned here like next week though." Mustang shrugs, folding her arms under her chest. "Deal with that when it happens. Still, nice to meetcha, lookin' forward to gettin' ta know ya, all that jazz. Though I was finishin' up some stuff when I heard the car, so I need a minute before we do any yakkin'."\n\n"Oh, that's cool," you say, though she's already turning away. "There's apparently some stuff in the house I need to look-" \n\nYour voice catches a little as Mustang turns around fully and starts to walk away, tail swishing... and briefly revealing the heavy brown balls dangling between her rear legs.\n\n<hr>\n[[GAH! SHEMALE CENTAURS ARE CLEARLY RAPEBEASTS!|GGMCE]]\n\n[[... Huh.|GGMCE5x2]]

"... over," you complete, though Mustang's already rounded the side of the house and disappeared from view. "... Huh." You blink a few times, then decide that you don't have enough information to deal with what you saw right now. Instead you head inside to look for the kitchen.\n\nIt's a pretty simple affair, though it has everything you had back home and the appliances aren't at all archaic. You find a manilla packet on the round four-seat table and opening it, finding several sets of keys, a credit card, and a stapled set of pages that list things like which key goes to what, some basic chores that need to be done daily or weekly, and preapproved/probably approved/unapproved things you can use the credit card for. Tucking it into your wallet, you pocket a set of keys and hang the others up on a hook on the wall, then head back outside and settle into one of the chairs on the porch.\n\nAbout ten minutes later, Mustang comes trotting back up, rubbing at her face with a towel a bit. "Hoo! Okay, there we go!" She tosses the towel over the rail of the porch and grins at you. "Okay, all yours for the resta the day."\n\n"Cool. Uh, so, hey," you say, standing up and walking over to the rail to lean on it and be about eye level with her. "So I wanted to ask something, but I don't wanna be rude..."\n\n"Nah, fuck it," Mustang snorts, reaching out to thump your upper arm lightly. "Can't insult a centaur unless you're trying to, and we're pretty good at knowin' when someone's doing that. So ask whatever, I don't give a shit."\n\n"Okaaay," you acknowledge slowly, then shrug and say, "Are you a guy or a girl?"\n\n"Both," she answers with an amused snort, making you blink. "Ah, yeah, see, centaurs ain't a product of evolution or naturally occurring or anything, way way back in the day some magician or wizard or whatever started makin' centaurs by magically fusing horses and humans. Nowadays we know that our horse and human halves have totally separate DNA. Ain't such a thing as centaur DNA, there's human DNA here," she says, poking herself on the boob. "And horse DNA here." She reaches to poke herself on the horse back. "So sometimes the horse bit winds up one sex and the human bit winds up another. So yeah, dude in the back, babe in the front."\n\n"Oh. Huh." You nod, then grin. "Answers that, I guess." It is kind of nice to know she's so forthright and has such thick skin. You can see how this might be exasperating for some people, but so far you're finding it pretty simple.\n\n"So hey, here's something," she says, leaning forward to rest her own hands on the railing to one side of you. "I've been dyin' ta go inta town, but they said I couldn't until I got my trainer. So you're here! Let's get the keys to the truck and go!"\n\n"Uh." You blink, glancing at her lower half. Reminding yourself that she wants to you be direct, you say, "Two problems, I can't drive, and you're half horse, I think people might notice."\n\n"Naaah, I've got a thing," she says, thumbing towards the barn. "I'll look as two-legs as anybody. And I can drive that way too, I usedta do it on errands alla time. Frankly it's been kinda bullshit not to be able to do what I want, but I don't wanna get kicked out of the program, s'kinda important to my parents. C'mon, man, let's go!"\n\n<hr>\n[[Yeah okay.|GGMCE5x3]]\n\n[[Tomorrow.|GGMCE]]

"History's perfect hunter," you murmur. "Fast, smart, absolutely lethal, and just as accessible through this method as its descendants the chickens."\n\n"Yessssss," Marie hisses in utter delight, even as her face pushes outward into a long, squarish muzzle, teeth already sharpening, her tongue tapering and lengthening as her lips flatten ans grey-green scaly hide covers them, spreading out from there. Her back arches, lifting her tits high and proud even as they start to shrink, hands trembling in pleasure as several of her fingers fuse together as all of them grow longer, with bulging knuckles and wicked claws curling from the tips. She lurches forward, bracing on those hands even as her arms become thinner, a bit shorter as her spine lengthens, a long, wide tail pushing itself out from above her ass, even as said ass merges into her lower body with the change in shape of her hips. She raises to her feet, thumping onto the balls of them as they lengthen, her big toes twisting outward and sliding back, nail curling and lengthening, growing larger and larger, tapping against the floor. "Yesss! YEEEESSSS! It feels so goooood!" she howls, her voice turning thick and sibilant as her neck thickens, eyes fading to one yellow and one red as her hair disappears. "Sooo goohraaa! <b>Hraa, hronh</b>!" she hoots as her vocal chords change, the sound filling the hallway as it echoes from within the reverberating chambers formed in her reshaped skull.\n\nShe wheels up to stand on her feet as her legs crack and reshape, altering the direction of her knees. Her skin is now a deep grey-green lizard hide with stripes and bands of gold, a bristling of thick, raven-black feathers sprouting from the top of his head and running down the back of his neck in imitation of his old form's mane of black hair. Those inhuman feet thump on the floor as he finds his stance, cock still jutting down from between his legs, but growing longer, tapering to a pointed tip, the skin becoming pinker and a handful of ridges along the top marking the tip rather than a bulge of the head. His balls retract upward into the slit that forms around the base of that long, gleaming cock, as he tosses his head and gives a few more loud honks.\n\n"Yeees, good boy," you say evenly, stepping forward and rubbing a hand up and down the side of the Utahraptor's neck. It leans its head forward and bumps it against you affectionately, making you grin... most of Marie's mind didn't survive the transition to Cretaceous lifeform, you can tell, but her worshipful outlook towards you clearly has. "Yes, you're a good boy. You wanted to turn people into dinosaurs, but you're happiest as a dinosaur yourself, aren't you?" At its low hoot of agreement, though you're not entirely sure it knows what it's agreeing to, you smile a bit more. "Now, let's go see Alexa, hm?"\n\nSeveral minutes later, the heavy metal door in front of you slides open, revealing Alexa with a wrist-mounted energy weapon of some kind pointed directly at you. You don't quite have the heart to tell her it would never work on you, even if she didn't instantly blanch at the sight of the raptor looming behind you. There's just a moment of hesitation as the big beast steps forward, eyes locked on her, before primitive monkey brain overrides all those thousands of years of evolution and she turns and bolts. The raptor trills in excitement as it dashes forward and leaps, tackling the fleeing woman to the floor and leaning forward over her. You're helping it just a bit as it presses its reptilian hands down over her arms to pin them, and brings one foot around, its scythe-claw slicing through the crotch of her suit and letting it split open, baring her pussy through the new hole.\n\n"What is this?! Get this animal off of me!" the auburn-haired woman demands as the raptor thumps its feet onto her legs and shoves her into position, her ass forced to raise up.\n\n"What's the matter, Alexa?" you ask as you stroll over, settling in at a good vantage point slightly behind. "Don't you want to fuck your wife?"\n\n"W-what?! Marie! Marie, no! Marie do-" Alexa cuts off with a gurgling noise, her teeth clenching and eyes rolling as the raptor thrusts forward, forcing its huge inhuman cock into the woman's pussy in a single thrust. It begins rocking its hips, using its legs to thrust forward, making even the motion and rhythm of its thrusts obviously not quite human, as if Alexa needed some reminder other than the long, ridged shape inside her and the heavy saurian body looming over her to remind her. Her grunts and moans are largely drowned out by the raptor tossing its head and letting out its hooting barks, mating cries not heard for almost 146 million years."\n\n"You should be happy, Alexa," you continue in a calm tone, though your slight smirk is back now as you do some mild fiddling with her own genetic structure. "Not only is your wife overjoyed to have been turned into a Cretaceous fuck-machine, you two are finally going to get what every loving couple must dream of."\n\nAlexa tries to focus on what you're saying, tries to formulate a response, but even as she does her body is forced into an unwilling orgasm by the dino-fucking she's receiving, her pussy spasming around the creature's thrusting saurian cock. Her tongue lolls out and her eyes completely roll up in her head as the raptor honks excitedly and starts thrusting faster, now spewing thick spurts of cum deep into her pussy, each one gushing deep inside and surrounding the handful of eggs her own newly fertile body has released.\n\n"Besides. Think of it as reviving a species," you add with a snicker.\n\n<hr>\n[[Game Over.|FemPalV3xEnd]]

Eh? Wait... Laura kind of sounded like she was gonna be leaving for work any minute. Unless things have changed, her shift starts at..........\n\n...... what time is it?\n\n........................ OH NO!\n\nGiving a short shriek (which you'd worry about bothering your roommates and neighbors but you've gotta figure they're used to the "late for work" shriek by now) you tear ass for the bathroom, tossing off your shirt before you're even through the door and breasting even more boobily into the shower-tub. A high-speed scrub to get the worst of the oil out of your skin/hair/[redacted] and a similar high-speed rub to get your hair into some semblance of not being soaking wet and you tear ass naked back through the apartment, blurting a reflexive passing greeting to Heather as you run past her and an unfazed Laura and slam the door of your room.\n\nSoon you're dressed in your usual work clothes of black hoodie (they keep it cold there) and blue jeans and have squeezed yourself into your hand-me-down compact car. (You had to disable the horn, since your chest kinda presses against the wheel every time you lean forward even slightly.) You race to work (as much as the legal limit and your driving anxiety will allow), pulling around to the second furthest spot in the parking lot next to the stately old building (the furthest being the only occupied one), and then... don't run to the door because your boss gets upset with you when you run (or breast boobily) anywhere that might be in her presence. Still, by the time you get inside and are standing in front of her, the adrenaline spike and your general hurry still has you out of breath and bent over slightly, red in the face as you pant.\n\n"S-sorry... I'm sorry...!" you blurt.\n\nYour boss raises one thin black eyebrow, all the more pointedly because it's in contrast to her platinum blonde hair, as she turns and looks at the nearby clock. "For... being three minutes early?" she says primly as she looks back at you.\n\n"Um." You straighten up, resisting the urge to wipe your face with your sleeve. "For being... only... three minutes early?"\n\nYour boss... a tall, stately-seeming woman with an elder matriarch's manner and aura despite only being ten years older than you at the very most... just stares at you with icy blue eyes for a few moments, then gives a single crisp nod. "Accepted. I'm glad you're finally learning a proper work ethic, Cassandra."\n\n"... Thanks."\n\n"Here is a list of tasks that need doing about the library today," she says, wasting no time in handing you a clipboard with a sheet of paper so smooth and white you'd think she ironed it after printing it out. "Not everything needs to get done today, but please do your best."\n\nThat's right, you work in a library. You did, in fact, go to school to work in a library, so yay for that. Yay for the fact that you work in a privately-owned library, too. While it is in fact open to the public and anyone who wants to can come in, read, and borrow (some of) the books, hardly anyone knows it's there and the sign outside isn't super attention-grabbing, so it is a library with (almost) no people using it, yaaay! The downside (such as it is) is that the actual public libraries in town kind of hate you. Even though they call you to reference stuff and borrow stuff and for donations all the time anyway. In fact you just packed up a bunch of books for their summer reading encouragement program and their youth appeal shelves like three weeks ago (a surprisingly un-stuffy donation of fairly mass-appeal tomes, compared to what you might expect from this place's brooding gothic exterior).\n\nYou accept the clipboard from your boss, nodding meekly. You're pretty sure her family actually owns this library and that they're rich as Hell, Heaven, and Purgatory combined, and that 1) they use this place as some sort of complex and massive tax writeoff and 2) she runs this place mostly so she can stay far far away from her parents, which, y'know, mood. Still, it pays okay, she's stern but not really mean (quite), and you're actually getting to use your college degree for something other than knowing what order the fake books should go in in the lobby of a steakhouse restaurant or whatever.\n\nAhem. Anyway. Let's see what's on the agenda for today...\n\n1. [[Shelve books in the Forbidden Section|Cass3x1]]\n\n2. [[Test the new library AI software|Cass]]\n\n3. [[Staff the help desk|Cass]]\n\n4. [[Staff the front desk|Cass]]\n\n5. [[Sort and shelve the new arrivals|Cass4x1]]\n\n6. [[Retrieve overdue books|Cass]]

"Like... panting or something," you murmur, swallowing hard. "Like lots of big animals panti-"\n\nYou cut off as your throat tightens at the sight of eyes glowing red in the darkness. Two pairs of them move forward, becoming bright, beastly yellow as their owners step out of the shadows, giving you a clear look at their forms in the moonlight. You're distantly aware of a warm, wet sensation spreading through your own crotch and down your thighs as you stare at the pair of wolves. Somehow you'd always thought of wolves as just being the size of dogs, maybe a little bigger, but these... they're huge, they're way bigger than you'd be if you were on all fours, immense shaggy creatures of grey and white. And both have equally sizeable members jutting from the heavy sheaths between their hind legs, glistening red spears preceding swaying, furry sacks, their eyes fixed on Leslie and you with something your brain can only interpret as 'hunger'.\n\nDespite your earlier advice, something snaps in your brain and your sheer prey animal instincts take over, making you turn and bolt, the camp lantern clattering to the ground as you instinctively drop it to reduce your weight as much as possible, Leslie at first right on your heels and then starting to outpace you. Of course you only make it a handful of feet before you jerk some at the sight of more glowing eyes in the woods around you, and of course the wolves behind are instantly on you. One of them sinks its powerful teeth into the back of your jeans and yanks its head, the simple motion both sending you sprawling and tearing the denim, the back and crotch of your jeans as well as the panties beneath them torn to shreds in a single moment. You try to scramble away, but all your motion does is bring you up onto all fours, letting the beast move easily into place above you.\n\nThe pointed tip of its huge canine cock comes to rest at the entrance of your piss-soaked pussy, and for a moment you freeze up completely in shock at the realization of what's about to happen. And in that moment the wolf drives forward, letting out an almost triumphant-sounding howl as its long, glistening prick spreads you open, stretching your sex around the gradual bulge in the middle of its shaft before sinking the rest of the way inside. You grit your teeth and roll your eyes, letting out a strangled groan as you're violated by the wolf's member, your mind trying desperately to process both the situation and the sensation. Over to the side, underlying another wolf's howl, you can hear Leslie giving an almost gurgling yowl as she too, no doubt, has an animal's dick shoved into her.\n\nThe wolf begins driving its hips forward in a truly bestial fashion, fucking you without pity or remorse, its cock slamming into your pussy. You cry out with every thrust, feeling like it's trying to slam its prick right through your body, making your whole form shake with the power of its movements. That big, absolutely inhuman prick slides in you, stretching you but also slick and moving mercilessly, churning you up and making you feel like the beast's cock inside of you is the center of your entire world. Whatever animal part of your brain took over and tried to make you run still seems to be in charge a little, since it interprets getting fucked as a good reason to get wet, your pussy soon squirting with every thrust as if there weren't enough room inside for both your arousal and that thick canine cock. \n\nSoon you can feel something thumping against your pussylips, smacking against you with every thrust. Oh shit, the wolf's knot! It's not just fucking you it's going to cum in you! You have to-!\n\n<hr>\n[[-endure this!|GGWW]]\n\n[[-escape!|GGWW]]\n\n[[-give in!|GGWW]]

"I want to," you moan, slowly pushing yourself upright and sitting back on your heels, then blushing as a fresh rush of dog cum splashes out of you and onto the tile. "But my parents will kill me if I don't get home soon."\n\n"Oh, you're worried about a silly thing like that?" Errana asks with a frown. "Come now."\n\n"No, seriously." You stand up slowly, legs a bit rubbery, but you manage to steady them under you. "I mean... this was... I don't even have words," you finally offer, blushing. "And I <i>really</i> want to see you again, really soon, it's just..."\n\n"Well. Alright." Errana sighs, then steps in close, leaning down to kiss you again. You moan happily as your tongues twine together, before she breaks the kiss and leans in to lick your ear, voice dropping to a whisper. "But I get cross whenever I don't get exactly what I want. I'd absolutely love to have you again, treasure... but when I do, I'll have to <i>punish</i> you." A shiver runs through your body, and you're not entirely sure whether it's arousal or fear or some heady combination of both. Errana straightens up, those gorgeous big tits wobbling, then turns and makes her way towards the house, ass jiggling a bit as well with her steps. "I'll let you get cleaned up a bit and show yourself out. Come along, Svarog."\n\nYou sigh a bit as you watch the two of them make their way back to the house, not sure at all that you shouldn't have stayed. What you just did was... depraved, disgusting, and absolutely illegal. It was also immense amounts of fun. Shaking your head, you make your way back to the deep end of the pool and dive in. Swimming for a few moments to make sure you've got all the sweat and dog cum washed off, you clamber out and find a couple of towels laying nearby, using one to dry off. Pulling your clothes on, you head back out the gate, pausing briefly on the sidewalk to glance back at the house, spotting a single light on upstairs. Probably Errana in a huge, comfy bed getting pounded by Svarog, you think a little longingly. With another sigh, you trot off towards home.\n\n"You're a bit late," your mother observes once you get in. She blinks at you, then reaches out to lay a hand on your head. "Have you been swimming?"\n\n"Went to the pool," you reply straight-faced, since it's true if you don't say <i>which</i> pool.\n\n"Ah. Give me your swimsuit, then, I'll toss it in the wash."\n\nThinking fast, you reply, "Nah, it's in a plastic bag at the bottom, I'll hafta dig for it. I'll just hang it up in the bathroom after I shower, I may go back tomorrow anyway."\n\n"Alright. Eat anything?"\n\n"No," you admit, your stomach actually growling as you realize you haven't had anything and between swimming and having a lesbian-dog threesome, you've burned a lot of calories.\n\n"Alright, let me fix you something. It's good that you're doing outdoor activities and getting some exercise instead of staying inside getting up to trouble on that computer," she says happily, making you quickly repress a snort of laughter.\n\nYou eat and shower (after ducking into your room to retrieve a bikini that you can soak under the showerhead and then drape over the bar). That night as you lay in bed, pajama pants around your knees and a hand between your legs, you muffle moans as you think of Errana's big, pale, perfect tits and Svarog's big, red, veiny cock. But try as you might, you just can't quite get yourself off. You bring yourself right up to the edge several times, and at least once you hover there, almost, almost, but unable to quite get there even after several minutes. Finally you groan in frustration and flop back onto the bed, using a towel to dab up the wetness before pulling the drawstring pants back up. Damn... it seems self-stimulation isn't going to cut it after the intensity of today's experience. That's just temporary though... right?\n\nEventually you fall into a restless, sweaty sleep, your dreams haunted by the ethereal sound of Svarog panting above you and Errana's voice cooing, 'That's my little bitch.' When you finally wake fully, it looks late in the morning, and the sheets are tangled around you. Kicking them off, you sit up, trying to clear your head and figure out what you're going to do.\n\n<hr>\n[[Go see Errana again.|GGDog3x7]]\n\n[[Do a booty call.|GGDogPlaceholder]]\n\n[[Stay home.|GGDogPlaceholder]]

It's morning on Tanuki Island! Everyone is still living in tents scattered around the island. You have <<print $goldleaf>> gold leaves and <<if $rentdue <= 3>><font color="red"><<print $rentdue>></font><<else>><<print $rentdue>><<endif>> days until your rent is due. You have missed <<if $billsmissed > 0>><font color="red"><<print $billsmissed>></font><<else>>no<<endif>> rent payments. <<if $billsmissed > 0>>Better get on that.<<endif>>\n\nWhat do you want to do with your morning on your glorious tropical pleasure island?\n\n<hr>\n[[Go swimming!|GGAC-MorningSwim]]\n\n[[Visit a resident!|GGAC-MorningMeet1]]\n\n[[Make some leaves!|GGAC-MorningWork1]]\n\n[[Do some shopping!|GGAC-MorningShopping1]]\n\n[[Visit the mainland!|GGAC-MorningMainland1]]\n\n[[Pay your rent!|GGAC-MorningRentPay1]]\n\n<<if $shotgunbought>>[[Search for fossils!|GGAC-MorningFossilHunt1]]<<endif>>

Maybe it's the wine, or the fact that your horny teenage mind has been getting thoroughly pelted with casual lewdness for almost an hour straight now, or some combination of both, because you find yourself saying "Yeah, that sounds nice."\n\n"Alright, let's go upstairs then," your father says cheerfully, sliding his hand down your shoulder to your back and gently urging you along towards the stairs.\n\nYou swallow, wondering if you're really going to be able to handle this, and almost shriek as he slides his hand down further and gives your ass a squeeze... a combination of you trying to repress it and the fact that it honestly feels <i>really good</i> when he does it makes it come out as a slightly squeaky moan, which just encourages him to do it again. 'I think I might actually be about to fuck my dad while my mom watches,' you think, feeling lightheaded and almost giggly with the realization that they still obviously don't know it's you.\n\nIt's even wilder somehow that they lead you right into their bedroom, which apparently is still marked as a private space too, considering that no one's retired to it to fuck. You watch as your mother strolls over to the couch that's up against the wall off to one side of the bed and settles in to sit (answering your long-wondered question about why your parents felt the need for a couch in their bedroom, you guess), while your dad guides you to the bed. Yuuup this is happening, you think, fighting not to bite your lower lip as he leans in. For a moment you think he's going for a kiss, but either that's not standard at the party or he senses some of the apprehension and instead ducks down to start nuzzling your neck and lipping along the side of it. Admittedly, your body's so tuned up and excited at this point that the shiver that runs through you is intense, and you let out a fairly encouraging moan even before his hands come up to rest on your breasts and start gently squeezing and stroking.\n\n'Fffffuuuuuck Dad really knows what he's doing,' you can't help but think, shivering again as his fingers tease your nipples. After only a brief hesitation, you bring your hands up to wrap around his cock, starting to stroke experimentally... after all, you tell yourself, it's obviously what would be expected of you. It's big, and hot, and throbbing a little, and as you stroke along it you can feel your fingers picking up slightly sticky bits of wetness. You also find that somehow in the moment you can't really remember ever thinking of a cock when you were masturbating before that it wasn't perfectly like this one. Part of you starts insisting that you've always wanted him to fuck you, to feel those hands roaming over your body, and it takes a moment for you to jolt out of them and realize how deep in you've gotten.\n\nBut before that can turn into anything like reconsidering, your masked father is gently urging you to lay down on the bed. For just a moment you get a glimpse of your mother languidly sprawled on the couch, one hand lightly stroking fingers over her pussy, before you're decidedly distracted by your father's tongue starting to play over your own pussy. You let out a loud gasp, your hips arching, as he almost immediately finds your clit and begins steadily working over it in a gentle, steady rhythm, even as his fingers slide into you. 'Ohhhh fuck oh fuck oh fuck,' you think, arching your back, your legs quickly draping over his shoulders and lightly curling around his head. Your hands twist in the sheets some as he continues working you over... his motions are gentle and slow, and yet obviously designed to maximize the pleasure of someone who's already worked-up. 'Hahaha guess all these sex parties have taught Dad a thing or two hahaha oh fuck oh fuck my dad's gonna make me cum Dad's gonna make me cum oh fuck oh shit...'\n\nAnd it really doesn't take that long before you let out a bit of a yowl, your hips bucking and twitching as your pussy squeezes around his fingers, giving a small gush across his hand and tongue. The mingling of the actual intensity of the physical experience along with every other factor added to it just almost has you whiting out, but you can vaguely hear your mother saying, in an amused and proud voice, "Amazing job as always, dear."\n\nYou have to just lay there kind of seeing stars and collecting the bits of your brain for a moment, before the feel of a mouth on one of your nipples snaps you back to things. You moan full-throated and writhe gently under the feel of your father's tongue and lips working over your breasts, bringing your hands up and sliding your fingers into his hair, briefly feeling the straps of his mask. Then you raise your head as he straightens up, almost tempted to blush despite everything at the sight of your mother having moved from the spot on the couch to the floor and wiggling her head against his crotch, his cock obviously buried down his throat.\n\nIt takes you a second to realize what she was doing as she pulls back and reveals that your father's cock is now sheathed in purple latex. Oh. <i>Oh.</i> She was getting him ready to... to...\n\nYour father smiles down at you, somehow entirely different from and yet the same warm smile he's given you so often as he gently rubs the tip of his condom-clad cock up and down the lips of your pussy, clearly getting ready for the next obvious step.\n\n<hr>\n[["W-waaaait!"|GGParent]]\n\n[["... I want it..."|GGParent]]

"I'll help you with your systems problem, if y'want," you offer. "I know how it can drive you crazy to have something you just can't get to the bottom of." \n\n"Oh I <i>know</i>, right?!" Celest squawks, putting her hands to her head and squeezing her eyes closed, her tentacles wriggling a bit in agitation. "I've gone over everything I can think of until my brains are sore, but I just cannot find the problem with the teleporter!"\n\n"... The teleporter?" You blink... then go a little pale, starting to pat yourself down.\n\n"Oh, no no no, you're fine, you're fine," Celest says, waving her hands a bit at you as she gets up, then beckons you to follow her. A little dubious now, you nevertheless fall into step behind her as she continues. "It works just fine when it's beaming up a single being, or nonliving items, or anything like that. No, you're completely fine." She pauses, glancing over her shoulder at you. "There's like a one in a billion chance your organs are now 'mirrored' so that they're on the opposite side of your body, but that's not going to affect your life at all, really."\n\nShe continues on while you're trying to figure out how to determine if your right and left kidney are still on the right and left. "Anyway, no, the problem is that when I try to teleport two living beings at the same time, they tend to get... mixed up," she says sheepishly. "Apparently Earth organisms... especially humans... have genetics that are the equivalent of legos, compared to life in the rest of the galaxy. You just sort of... click together with other stuff super easy."\n\nYou stare at her as the two of you emerge into room with several large, yellow round daises scattered about, the floor of them and the ceiling above glowing faintly yellow. "Are you saying you want to beam me around and deliberately mix me up with other stuff?"\n\n"I promise, every single time it's happened I've been able to undo it really easily by just reversing the teleport," she says soothingly as she turns towards you, making a few placating gestures with her hands. "The thing is, if I have a single subject for multiple beamings and mixings, I'm almost certain I can use the readings to track down where the system error is occurring. I couldn't just do that to some poor person I snagged out of nowhere and started in on with no explanation!" She puts her hands together and pouts at you over them. "Pleeeease, Cyan? It'll take like three, four... five beamings at the most, tops! It won't hurt or anything either, I mean, people do kinda tend to get... upset... but it's just the shock! This has really been driving me nuts, and I'll be super grateful if you can help me figure it out!"\n\n<hr>\n[[Oh... fine!|GGAlien1x4]]\n\n[[No way, you're going home, right now.|GGAlien]]

If nothing else, Christina's impressive height should be a bonus. She's taller than you, and that will make her a bonus at the net, especially if she can support your own playstyle. Hoping you can convince her to be your partner, you pull on your little black dress and do your makeup before heading down to the mixer.\n\nIt's quite glamorous, though really you kind of expected that... a lot of people expect female martial artists to all be rough and tumble tomboys 24/7, and there are certainly plenty who are, but looks like in this crowd is mostly made up of ones like you who enjoy getting fancied up and strutting about wearing 'lady stilts' and $100+ lipstick on occasion. And it's not hard to spot Christina... she definitely stands out. For one thing you've never seen someone so thoroughly capable of pulling off wearing a little sparkly silver dress that they completely and totally escaped looking like a cocktail waitress from the eighties. Her shortish platinum blonde hair gleams almost as much as her dress, which shows off a body with full breasts and hips and an ass that's probably the envy of every single person here, and this party is certainly no slouch in the booty department. (You may be projecting, because while you've always been proud of your own ass, damn.) She's sipping champagne and chatting with another woman, a calm, almost regal yet knowing smile on your face, so you try to casually lurk on the periphery until she's done.\n\nWhen you make your move, she's already turning her head towards you, granting you a warm smile that feels just slightly calculated, her almost-grey blue eyes fixed on you in a way that's a bit more calculating than kind. "Callista Brig, it's lovely to meet you," she practically purrs.\n\n"Ah, saw me in the brochure, I guess?" you ask, before remembering that the brochure didn't include last names.\n\n"As a matter of fact, I saw you fight in London two years ago. I was really quite impressed, your form is lovely and your response time is absolutely fantastic," she replies, sipping her champagne again before adding, "Your snap-kick could use a little work, but I imagine you've been told that before."\n\nYou open your mouth, then close it. Yes, you developed a bad habit with that particular move early on and have been trying to shake it ever since, virtually every one of your mentors has called you out on it. But those were masters of their craft... even most of the tournament judges don't catch it. "Uh, yeah. You're a fan, then? I mean, of MMA."\n\n"Mm. A bit more than that." Christina's smile turns more blatantly canny as she leans in, lowering her already smooth purr of a voice to a near-seductive whisper. "'Executive assistant' is a much nicer term than 'bodyguard', don't you think? And my employer has a habit of getting herself into a trouble, meaning I constantly have to stay on top of her. And the situation."\n\nIt's not that she gets particularly blatant with her inflection of what she means by that comment of staying on top of her employer, and yet your brain still manages to catch it and sends some heat to your cheeks. "I see. Maybe we could find some time to hit the mat, if they've got one here." Then you realize how <i>that</i> could be taken despite the lack of deliberate inflection and blush even more.\n\n"Mm, maybe." The twinkle in Christina's eyes shows she's rather delighted by your embarrassment, but rather than prolonging it says, "Were you perhaps considering a partner for this particular tournament? I think the two of us could make quite the pair." Her lips curl up kittenishly as she adds, "On the court."\n\n"Ah, yeah, I was kind of thinking that too. For on the court," you hurry to add just a little too fast, your entire face now burning. God, this woman. It's not like this is the first time you've flirted with another woman, you've done so before just in good fun, but none of the other ones have been quite so <i>good</i> at it.\n\n"Well then. Oh, there is just one thing," Christina adds, even pausing in the midst of lifting her glass again. "I do like to be the one in charge."\n\n"Ah?" You blink at that. From her bio you'd kind of gathered she was more the supporter type who'd mold herself to your game.\n\n"You see, my style is one of 'support from the front'. I like to direct someone else into being their very best. In other words, I call the shots, but you be the star." She flashes you a knowing smile again, before adding, "You'll be on top, but I'll give the orders. And I do think it would be best if you'd agree to follow all of them. This isn't actually my first time at this sort of thing, and I think if you let me be in charge, this could be a <i>very</i> fun experience for the both of us. What do you say?"\n\n<hr>\n[[Well, okay.|DOA]]\n\n[[Not a chance.|DOA]]

"... Hi, uh, you come in peace?" you ask, somewhat numbly raising a hand and making the Vulcan salute, since that's really all you can think to do in this situation.\n\nThere's immediately a burst of very human laughter from just outside. The Gray in front of you makes a <i>bwaaarp</i> noise and slumps forward, head and arms dangling limply, while another form a bit over six feet tall steps into view. Her hair hangs down past her shoulders and seems to be made of bioluminescent strands, flickering and changing subtle, pale colors constantly. Her skin's purple, and on either side of her forehead is something that curls back over the top of her hair and down her back like horns, though from the flat undersides textures differently and the way the ends of them flare out, and they sway slightly when she moves, you think they might actually be tentacles. Her eyes have black sclera with yellow irises, and as she grins at you, you can see that her teeth are metallic cobalt blue. Her body looks almost entirely human, clad in some retro-future thing of shiny silver material, shoulder-high fingerless gloves and a sleeveless midriff-baring top with boob window... and damn, what boobs, they're at least Fs, maybe FFs. Her stomach is smooth, flat, and hosts a pair of bellybuttons (vertical not side-by-side), and she's got on the matching silver hotpants and tall silver boots... though you find yourself struggling not to stare at the hotpants, as they cling up against an incredibly obvious (and very large) pair of balls and what looks like a thick outcropping ending in a pucker (a sheath?!) above them.\n\n"Hooo, I'm sorry, I'm just fuckin' with ya," the alien says as she finishes laughing, wiping a fingertip under one eye, then waggling what looks like a slightly cheesy RC car controller in her other hand. "You wouldn't believe how many people flip out at the sight of this thing, it's amazing." She plunks the remote down atop the deactivated Gray's head, then offers her hand. "I'm Celest."\n\n"Uh... Cyan." You reach out to take the hand and shake it... then find yourself laughing too. "Holy shit, do they not have image boards to troll on your home planet or something?" \n\n"I got bored with it," Celest replies easily, shrugging, still grinning happily. "Nice to meet you, Cyan. And before you get worried, I don't intend to 'probe' you or anything. Unless, y'know, you decide you're into that." She winks, then turns and beckons. "C'mon."\n\nAfter a long look at her (and again trying not to stare at her butt in those shorts), you follow her out of the cell and into a hallway, which definitely looks like something from This Island Earth. "I've gotta say, the way you talk doesn't really fit in with all of... this," you admit after a second, gesturing to a panel you pass with physical switches and readout dials with little arrows.\n\n"Eh, it was my granddad's, only flew it to church on Sundays and to Earth occasionally to snag some livestock, otherwise basically just kept it in the garage and did maintenance to keep himself busy. It's in great shape other than a few scrapes on the saucer from when he got to not driving so well, but those don't show from below so it's all good," she chirps back.\n\nThe two of you walk through a pair of sliding doors and onto what's obviously the bridge, a big open area with a single seat on a circular dais in the center, with a big viewscreen (or is it an actual window) dominating the forward half of the circular room, and consoles with CRT displays and physical switches lining the rest, other than the spaces for a few other doors. The display shows a good half-view of Earth slightly to one side, and Celest settles herself in the chair and spins to face you, spreading her hands. "Tada! Welcome to the bridge of the <i>Enterprise</i>!"\n\n"... Seriously?" you snort, finding yourself grinning.\n\n"Hey I can name it what I want, I spent a lot of time on the way here binging on Netflix." She twists the chair back and forth a little, grinning back at you. \n\nYou find that despite all the weirdness and confusion, you really can't help but like Celest. She seems just like a lot of your own friends... whatever she's done to adapt culturally (apparently involving watching copious amounts of television, besides having a society a lot like yours anyway), she's done it well. Still, you can't help but ask, "Uh, so, Celest, why are you here? Or, I guess, why am I here?"\n\n"Well," she says slowly, still twisting the chair back and forth, which is making her boobs do interesting things. "Honestly, part of it is that I was lonely. I haven't really had anyone to talk to face-to-face for awhile. When the sensors detected that someone was observing my ship with a recording device, I checked it out, and you seemed interesting. So I decided to take a chance and pick you up, see if you were someone with a sense of humor at the very least. So, y'know, if you'd like to stay for awhile and just keep me company..." She holds up her hands a bit. "Ah, don't worry about getting home on time. Very short time-hops, like within a year, are pretty easy even in this old thing."\n\nTrying not to be a little overwhelmed at that casual mention, you focus on the matter at hand. "So you seriously just want some company?"\n\n"Well I mean, if you really <i>want</i> to do more, there's a few things that I could actually use your help with, yeah," she says, twirling a finger. "Some issues, projects, things like that, that I could use a second person to help with, especially a second person of Terran origin."\n\n<hr>\n[[Keep her company.|GGAlien2x1]]\n\n[[Help her out.|GGAlien1x2]]\n\n[[Ask to go back.|GGAlien]]

Sometimes looking at porn is a little bit about discovering yourself, and thus you download some stuff just to see what all the fuss is about, or see if it stirs any kind of reaction in you (other than "ew!" or "lol wut"). \n\n[[GoldenCascade-720.mp4|GGPorn]]\n\n[[Rubberized-480.mp4|GGPorn]]\n\n[[OnTheCouchHyp.webm|GGPorn]]\n\n[[YesMasterYesMistressXover.mp4|GGPorn]]\n\n[[666.mp4|GGPorn666x1]]

Your friends spend quite awhile looking for you, obviously, but they never really give the scarecrows they pass by in the pumpkin patch a second glance... certainly not enough to notice that one of them is wearing their lost member's clothes. You watch them pass back and forth in front of you, calling your name, but even in the clear light of day you're unable to make your sewn-on mouth move. Your painted-on eyes simply have to stare straight ahead as they come and go over a period of days, the police doing the same, until finally the pumpkin patch stands as empty and silent as it ever was. If there was ever any hope of someone discovering you and somehow changing you back, you give it up and resign yourself to watching the pumpkins grow.\n\nEvery full moon, however, the monotony is broken as your scarecrow captor leaps down from his nail and reaches up to take you down from yours as well, before stuffing his corncob between your legs. Though obviously the number of positions is limited, he still exercises what creativity he can for those long hours under the bright light of the moon. Sometimes he stuffs his corncob into you from the back, behind your hips instead of between your legs. Sometimes he rubs it all over your burlap face, upsetting your glasses and rumpling your yarn hair. Every so often he even pulls up your shirt and rubs it between the large orange pumpkins stuffed in your plain bra, shimmying them around. Whatever he does, it all feels the same to you... intensely pleasurable, the exact same form of intense pleasure, so that even in this there's a kind of monotonous edge, dulling your senses even as it excites and ignites them. This goes on for about three nights, before he goes as still and motionless as you are for the rest of the month.\n\nA few years later on a fairly dark night, at least a week before your monthly romp, you get to watch what happened to you from a spectator's perspective. Some rather athletic girl, wearing a windbreaker over a sports bra and sweatpants, pulling a wagon behind her. Dared to come to the spookiest pumpkin patch she can find, you'd bet. You watch as she looks at both of you, though of course her gaze lingers on the far more imposing male scarecrow. Silently you look on as she gives into whatever magical lure probably guided your own decisions that night and walks over, undoing the scarecrow's pants and pulling out the long, stiff corncob with its mottled, glossy kernels. You can see her going through the same litany of emotions you did, laughter, curiosity, and then fascination as she reaches a hand up to touch it.\n\nSoon she's fucking her mouth on it and moaning like a bitch in heat, her sweatpants riding halfway down her ass as she frigs herself. You can see it all from the outside this time, her legs and then back stiffening up, her head turning lumpy and flattening into a vague approximation of her face made out of stitches and marker, her blonde hair and ponytail turning into a collection of long strands of yellow yarn fastened at the back of the bag. You can even see the orange of the smallish pumpkins pressing into her sports bra, the gourds jarred out of place slightly when she falls over backwards. Your scarecrow master immediately leaps down from his pole and moves towards her to consummate her change, and you feel a strange sense of both betrayal and arousal as you watch his frenzied, inhuman humping. When he's done, he straightens her clothes and places her on a pole of her own. A week later, he takes you both down from your poles and spends several particularly energetic nights fucking both your straw bodies as much as possible.\n\nThe years stretch on and on, and gradually the scarecrow expands his harem. No matter how many people come out to look for their lost loved ones, they never seem to notice the always increasing cluster of scarecrows dressed like them. Here one wearing a police uniform, there one wearing a plaid skirt and white blouse, even one with a skimpy Slave Leia outfit barely giving any help defining her straw doll-like form. As the master scarecrow keeps adding more female scarecrows to his collection, he makes use of you less and less. There are times where you're fairly certain that at least a year of full moons goes by before he hauls you down from your pole and gives you almost a perfunctory humping. Without the regular bouts of pleasure, as even and unchanging as it was, you begin to lose more and more interest in what's going on. You watch the seasons change one after the other, dully take in the sight of your master, captor, lover, whatever he was madly fucking his newer acquisitions, and gradually you stop thinking anything at all.\n\nSome years later, the master scarecrow takes you down from the pole, apparently intending to make use of you for the first time in a long time. He pushes his corncob into the rustling straw between your legs, then pauses. It's as if he can sense that there isn't even the lingering trace of a mind in there to feel anything. Perhaps sadly, or merely boredly, he lifts you off of his corncob cock and leaves your pants and panties tugged half down your hips, not even bothering to rearrange them as he always used to do before setting you back onto your pole. Then he saunters off towards some of his fresher acquisitions.\n\n<b>Pumpkin Patch</b> end - <i>Just a lifeless scarecrow</i>\n\n<hr>\n\n[[Back to start.|CharGenMain]]

"Nah, I'm cool, thanks anyway," you say, doing your best to keep seeming nonchalant as you walk along. \n\n"Awwww, c'mon, you sure?"\n\n"Yeah, thanks."\n\nShe wheedles at you for a few moments more, with you continuing to politely decline. Eventually she pouts and draws back inside... then you can hear her say something like 'Oo hey there's a good one let's go!' You watch as the van does a U-turn to head over to the other side of the street, picking up a faintly familiar bitchy blonde who apparently accepts the ride. 'Good luck with her, she's one mean girl,' you think with a snort.\n\nSoon you're back among buildings, although a bit more run-down than you're used to. The streets are a bit dirtier too... it's sort of like, you never realized how clean it was where you lived until you walked over here? Still, it's not like it's some rotting hellscape, it's just a bit more run-down and less powerwashed. \n\nSo here you are, out and about in 'the bad part of town'. You take a look around and spot several things of interest... there's a bar that's just labeled '[[Bar|GGBad]]', as likely a place not to check ID as you've ever seen. There's a place similarly just labeled '[[Buy and Sell|GGBad]]' in the painted window, looks like a junk shop, could be some fun things in there. There's a [[suspicious-looking guy|GGBad4x2]] lurking near an alleyway... you're preeetty sure what he is, and hey that's one good reason to start coming out here, if you're so inclined. And... wow, is that a [[prostitute|GGBad]]? In broad daylight? You kind of think she might be, from the way she's hanging out on a streetcorner wearing a very tight, very tiny pink dress.

"Listen to me, dammit!" you snarl, looking down at her as her eyes start to clear and she struggles a little. "Listen! I'm not interested in making you my minion! Hell's bells!"\n\nShe hesitates, then glares up at you, glowing eyes almost literally flashing. "Bullshit. You said it yourself, your aim was to make a lesser demon servant."\n\nYou let out a sigh, and nod. "Yeah, I said that to the human Leslie. But you're not her, are you?"\n\n"Well... no," she admits, apparently having realized that when she took a moment to think of it. The naked succubus under you wriggles a little. "But you said..."\n\n"I know what I said, but I decided I wanted someone to talk to. A peer." Slowly, you release her wrists and raise your hands, before standing up. "That's why I made you a succubus. I <i>want</i> you to think for yourself."\n\nShe eyes you suspiciously, then slowly gets to her feet. Her tail lashes behind her for a few seconds like an upset cat, before she finally nods. "It's definitely better than being human," she decides. "And I guess you could have turned the human into almost anything, but you turned her into me. So... thanks for making me, I guess."\n\n"See? Was that so fuckin' hard?" you answer with a huff, but grin to make sure she knows you mean well. "Alright, so, let's start off again on the right foot." You hold out a hand. "Cyan."\n\nShe looks down at your hand briefly, as if still torn, before nodding and reaching out to grasp your wrist and give a quick shake. "Leslie, until I decide otherwise."\n\n"And since we're both using the memories of humans who were friends, until it's inconvenient let's act like we're friends too, alright?" you suggest.\n\n"That seems a reasonable enough plan," she muses aloud. "Alright, friends it is then." \n\n"Good. Then no more fighting?"\n\n"Each other, for now, at least. But what should we do instead...?"\n\n<hr>\n[[Have fun with each other.|GGHH]]\n\n[[Fuck the boys.|GGHH]]\n\n[[Go to Hell.|GGHH]]

You didn't take the risk this morning, it's probably not a good idea to take it now that it's almost dark and you're all by yourself. Instead you push yourself to the best speed you think you can maintain, hurrying along the more familiar path you took this afternoon. Luckily since it wasn't that long ago that you've been down it (twice), you don't have to pay that much attention and can focus on making good time. Still, it's pretty well actually dark by the time you arrive back at the hill and move to knock on the door.\n\n"Ah, there you are!" Bellweather says cheerfully as he answers the door. "I was startin' ta be a bit worried! Ya were gettin' late, so I went ahead and had myself a light dinner." Just as your heart's starting to sink, he declares, "Which is a handy thing, since I then made a nice big dinner that we can both share! Come in, come in!" \n\n"Thanks a lot," you say, grinning and stepping inside, trying to mind your head. "I don't think I said it before, but you have a lovely home," you comment as you wait in the hall for him to come back and lead you down it, towards a little dining area where a table is laid out with a truly awe-inspiring spread. You spot what looks like a particularly succulent and pink roast beef, some pan-fried fish, a basket heaped with buttery-looking biscuits, a big plate of fried eggs, another equally big plate of sausages, and that's all on first glimpse. Dang, it all looks really good, like the food in movies, but you're actually going to get to eat it!\n\n"Thank you, my dear, just a humble little place I inherited from a distant relative," Bellweather chirps as he moves to sit down on one side of the table, his big black dog Fang already seated almost primly beside the chair. "Please, join me! I cooked with an appetite like my own in mind, knowing ye've likely been working hard and getting naught but oats at yer little monastery."\n\nYou settle (carefully) into the other chair. It's a little awkward to find a good position but comfortable enough once you do. You load up your plate, then stop as Bellweather gives an 'ah', wondering if he's going to suggest saying grace or something.\n\n"A meal this fine, y'cannae just have a mug of water wi' it," he comments, turning and coming back with a pair of pale green glass bottles. "A bit of beer, eh? Well, what's yer pleasure? I 'ave this one, not much more than water, m'afraid," he notes, lifting one of the bottles, then smiling winningly, a twinkle in his eye as he tilts the other. "And I have a lovely dark quadrupel. A wonderful deep taste, lass, I can guarantee ye've never had its like before, even if yer masters are a fair hand at wine."\n\nQuadrupel... that sounds vaguely familiar, like something you've heard your dad talking about at a restaurant or something. That's the pretty intense stuff right? Like... nine or ten percent alcohol as opposed to the three or four percent of a normal beer. Still... if a halfling says it's good...\n\n<hr>\n[[Have the light ale.|GGMonk]]\n\n[[Have the quad.|GGMonk5x2]]

"Suuuuure," you agree, feeling that it's a necessary expression of your enthusiasm to draw out the word, though you also wind up giggling a bit at yourself. That sounded so weird! You grin as Bellweather plucks up another, nearly identical pipe and starts packing it as well. "I mean, I've never had any before, so like, good time to try it, huh?"\n\n"Aye lass, aye, always helps the first time when you're already relaxed and in a good mood," the Halfling chirps as he finishes packing the bowl. He uses a small striker apparently just for that purpose to light it and puffs a few times to get it started, before handing it over to you. He quirks an eyebrow as you place your lips to the stem, then start giggling again. "What's so funny now, lass?"\n\n"Indirect ki-... heheh, no, nevermind, sorry," you answer, snickering quietly to yourself.\n\n"I've rarely met as amiable a drunk as you my dear, please do keep it up," Bellweather chuckles as he lights his own pipe and starts puffing on it lightly.\n\nCarefully, you inhale. You're expecting something noxious that will make you cough, like you usually see in shows, but the smoke you pull into your mouth is actually surprisingly smooth, sweet, and rich... it actually sort of reminds you of the quadrupel. It's almost instinctive to inhale more deeply, letting it flow into your lungs, and then breathing it out in a small but rather dragonish cloud. "Ohhh hey, that's really nice," you coo happily, settling back even further against the couch. "That is... nice."\n\n"I don't stock anything below 'nice'," Bellweather answers proudly, watching you with sparkling eyes as he leisurely smokes his own pipe, occasionally blowing little smoke rings. "Perhaps sometime when you come back, I'll have gotten in some of the 'really very fine' stuff."\n\nThe thought of something better than this makes you shiver a little as you take another pull from the pipe. Actually, you kind of want to shiver again, or maybe squirm, as a pleasant almost tingly sensation suffuses your body. You feel very sensitive and sort of aware of yourself, while at the same time slightly apart, like all the little worries and foibles of your body were a few feet to the side and you were just over here enjoying all the good bits of being full, and drunk, and smoking this really amazing stuff. Though you admit that as you puff slowly, that feeling of being warm gets more and more insistent... it's not really uncomfortable, but you feel like it should be, and after awhile you sit up some and set the pipe down nearby. "I'm hot," you announce seriously. "I'm gonna take some of this off."\n\n"Aye, lass, make yourself comfortable," Bellweather agrees in a casual tone, not so much of a flicker of surprise or shock on his smiling face, just his eyes sparkling as he watches you fiddle with undoing your chestwrap. There's no leer on his face, well, you're pretty sure, he just seems as easygoing about it as if you'd asked to take your shoes off.\n\n"Ahhhh," you moan happily as the wrappings are loosened enough that the pressure of your breasts pressing outwards is enough to undo them the rest of the way, the wrap falling to the floor. You shake your shoulders and giggle at the sight of your now obviously hefty tits shaking and wobbling freely. "Woooow these are big," you declare. "They didn't used to be this big," you confide to Bellweather in a stage whisper.\n\n"No, 'tis my understanding they do work like that, aye," Bellweather replies amiably.\n\nGiggling, you lift your ass off of the couch to slide your pants down and wiggle them down your legs, then flop back to sit, letting your legs spread and show off your sparsely-furred crotch. You pick up the pipe again and puff at it, holding it with one hand while the other roams over your six-pack. "I am fuckin' ripped," you announce solemnly.\n\n"Aye, must've been quite a bit of work, lass."\n\nThat just sets you off again because it totally wasn't, you just happened to wake up like this again, but rather than explain it to him you just giggle a lot and start kneading one of your full, fat breasts, letting out a satisfied plume of smoke at how good it feels. Something in the back of your head says you ought to be ashamed of yourself, but frankly at the moment you can't even remember what shame felt like, just tweaking and pinching at your nipple as you feel that pleasant, tingly, absolutely without-worries feeling suffuse your entire body. Mmming, you slide your hand back down your stomach and cup your crotch, hearing the faint <i>shlk</i> noise as you stroke two fingers up and down your slit. "Mmmm, fuck, I'm so fucking horny," you moan lowly, as if it were a revelation to you as much as anyone, starting to pump those two fingers into yourself.\n\n"Aye, lass, y'do seem to be," Bellweather acknowledges with a chuckle. "In fact, I think you're having a bit of an affect on every man in th' house."\n\nCurious, you look over, and yeah, your host has a (surprisingly large) bulge in his well-tailored pants. But as he quirks his eyebrows and tilts his head, you follow the motion, and wind up staring a bit at the sight of the immense red prick that's slid out of Fang's sheath, glistening as if it were just as soaking wet as your pussy. "Oh, wow," you say in a dazed tone, your rather addled brain not sure what to make of that sight.\n\n"Afraid it's been a mite longer for Fang than it has been for me," Bellweather chirps. "Poor fellow's probably rather backed up. Say, dear, why don't you take care of his problem and yours all at the same time? Plenty of room there on the floor in front of you to get on all fours," he suggests, as if it were an invitation to go for a stroll through the garden on a sunny day.\n\n<hr>\n[[Yeah okay!|GGMonk5x4]]\n\n[[Hahahahahahanaaaaaaaah.|GGMonk7x1]]

What the hell, you only live once, and you don't exactly get invited to Halfling dinners that often either. Grinning, you lift your glass and clink it against the bottle with the darker liquid in it, Bellweather laughing a bit as he fills your glass.\n\nThe first mouthful is almost too much for you, being far richer, deeper, and, well, more full of taste than any sort of beer you've had before. You even cough a little, but at Bellweather's urging and with bites of his deliciously-prepared food in between, you down more of it, and are soon appreciating the depth of it, the way it mingles with the food, especially the rich fatty sausage. When Bellweather offers you another glass after you've drained the first, you don't hesitate by much, and are soon taking even longer drinks of the heady stuff. Aided by the alcohol you're able to pack away... well, not as much as Bellweather himself, but you make your own dent in the pile of delicious food, the relaxation of the quadrupel and its mellowing properties insuring that despite being stuffed, you only feel 'pleasantly full' instead of 'uncomfortably overfull'.\n\nAs you accept his invitation to move to the living room and have a seat, you realize that at some point you've discarded your shirt, leaving you in just your pants and chest-wrap. Eh, well, it was probably because you were hot, you do feel pretty warm and all, but still really nice. You giggle some as you settle onto a couch that's just large enough to be comfy for you while Bellweather hops into an easy chair that's obviously his favorite seat, from the way Fang is already waiting patiently curled on the floor beside it. "Such a cute puppyyyy," you coo shamelessly, giggling even more as Fang's ears perk and he looks towards you.\n\n"Aye, aye lass, that he is," Bellweather agrees cheerfully, picking up a long-stemmed pipe from a small box on the table next to his chair, then opening a jar next to the box and starting to pack the bowl. He pauses as he's finished, then smiles over you. "Ah, where are my manners, lass, here I was going to have a nice after-dinner smoke and not even offer you any. Care for a pipeful, dear?"\n\nSo wait, is that stuff... <strike>Hobbit</strike> Halfling leaf? As in, 'the finest weed in the <strike>South</strike> East Farthing'? Oh sure there's all those buzzkill Tolkien nerds out there that are super duper insistent that it's just tobacco, but c'mon. A bunch of pudgy, cheerful folks with a constant case of the munchies? Shyeah. Man, here's another first, you're going to get to smoke halfling pot! Or... well, should you? You are already kind of buzzed. Kind of. Heheheheheheheheheheheh. ... Kind of. Should you put whatever that 'totally tobacco, really' will do on top of that? Of course, that might just make it even better...\n\n<hr>\n[[Accept.|GGMonk5x3]]\n\n[[Decline.|GGMonk]]

Your feelings aren't near enough to sorted yet to make any kind of decisions. Instead you get up carefully and quietly, finding your clothes and pulling them on... well, the top and pants, anyway, you're not quite in a state to mess with the chest wrap. (You're surprised you're just a bit headachey and not deathly hung over, considering... Halfling beer and weed must just not come with consequences, else the little fuckers wouldn't be nearly so merry in the mornings you guess.) You notice as you're getting dressed that Fang has woken up and raised his head, watching you, but merely wags his tail cheerfully at noticing you noticing him.\n\n'Geez,' you think, blushing brightly as you carefully have a seat on the couch.\n\nA bit later, Bellweather emerges from the bedroom wearing a robe, indeed looking chipper and like he's never even heard of a hangover. "And a very good morning to you, my dear," he chirps.\n\n"Ah, yeah. Morning."\n\n"I shall endeavor to make us a fine breakfast to go with this fine morning. While I do, I should imagine you'd like to clean up a bit," he adds, tucking a hand into one of his robe's pockets and lifting the other to tuck a pipe between his teeth, quite the picture of the man of wealth and taste. "Now I'm afraid the indoor plumbing is of a strictly Halfling size and would not be a comfy fit no matter how you squirmed that delectable bottom of yours, but as luck would have it I have a very fine outdoor tub in the back garden as should fit you, you need only pump water into it and light the wood beneath. No need to scrub it down or stack any logs, did so m'self only yesterday, so it's all ready for you. Matches are in the small cupboard nearby."\n\nYou clear your throat, blushing again as you become more aware of the fact that beneath your fairly thin clothing you've got quite a bit of sweat and... substances... caked on your skin. "Yeah, sure, I'll... I'll do that."\n\n"Right through there, m'dear," he says, gesturing to one of the hallways with his pipe stem.\n\nYou duck a little again as you go through the hall, emerging through a door with a clear, square window set in it that already has light streaming through. You straighten up as you emerge, unable to help staring a bit... Bellweather's front garden is nice, but his back is on a whole other scale. He not only has a fair number of nice decorative plants, but this is clearly where he grows his own vegetables and a bit of his own, ahem, pipeweed. There's also a particularly impressive patio/deck that extends out from the back door, with the garden running along the sides of the downward slope and around the back of it... actually you're fairly sure beneath it as well, to judge by the path stones. Set in part of the deck is what looks like, well, a primitive hot tub... a large metal basin with some flat wooden slats on the sides (presumably to sit on and lessen direct contact with hot metal), and a manual water pump to one side. It's probably slightly small for a human-sized hot tub but you should still be able to stretch your legs out... it's quite the party tub for someone of Halfling size, you bet.\n\n'Wonder if there's other ones around here that he has over,' you think as you work the pump's handle... luckily it moves easily enough and draws large gushes of water with almost every pump, so it won't take too long to fill. 'Halfling Hot Tub Party, someone would definitely buy that DVD.' You find the small cupboard that Bellweather mentioned, opening it and taking a large match out of the box of them. There's a small metal panel set to the side of the tub, and lifting it up shows a little chute. Shrugging, you strike the match and drop it down... a moment later, you can see light flickering below, so it looks like the wood caught. Indeed, in a surprisingly short time there's smoke rising from a little metal stovepipe that emerges from one side of the deck, and the water is starting to steam a little. 'Halflingpunk tech is pretty great, I guess. Don't underestimate a race of pintsize hedonists.'\n\nYou hesitate briefly as a bird chirping reminds you that you're out in the open... but, well, is being naked in a garden really more embarrassing than bestiality? Put it like that, and you guess it would be a little silly to refuse, so you shuck your clothing again and step into the warm water, sinking in and starting to splash yourself, wet breasts wobbling around on the surface and sending ripples and small waves around with their motion. 'You'd think this build came with a Trait like "Kinetic Boobs" or something.'\n\nYou reflexively cover yourself a little as you hear the door open, but then lower your arms as you watch Bellweather emerge with a large tray, Fang padding along behind him. He's seen everything you've got and waaaay more, modesty seems slightly pointless. For his part he seems perfectly casual as he sets the tray down on a small metal stand before removing a hand broom from his robe pocket and dusting off the patio table, then starting to transfer plates from the tray to it. "Enjoying the bath, my dear?"\n\n"Yeah, it's pretty great," you agree, settling back a little. He tosses you a somewhat amused glance... you suppose even if you're openly pleased, you're probably still underreacting to what's probably a technological marvel to anyone else in this neck of the woods. "Ah, breakfast looks good too."\n\n"Indeed, but take your time, it will stay warm a goodly while on this fine morning. Now," he continues as he brings over chairs, one Halfling-sized and one human-sized, and sits down in the obvious one, Fang plopping his butt down beside his master. "I suppose I should address that I do hope you don't feel taken advantage of or somesuch, my dear. 'Twasn't my intention at all that you should do anything you didn't care to. After all, a bit of drink and a bit of the pipe generally only dulls one's inhibitions and makes them more... receptive, in my experience," he adds as he pours two cups of extremely fragrant coffee... almost mouthwateringy so, and you're not even that huge a coffee drinker. "I do have my own little... predilections, I'll certainly admit, but as I said 'twas never my intention to lure you into indulging them, but merely a... fortunate happenstance." He flashes you a cheeky grin, his eyes twinkling, before he clears his throat. "But I should not hope to tell you how to feel about it, yourself."\n\n"I'm... still kind of figuring out how I feel about it," you murmur, glancing sheepishly at Fang, and blushing again when that sets his tail to wagging. "I mean... out of curiosity, what if I <i>was</i> upset about it?" you ask with a bit of a thoughtful frown.\n\n"Well then I must endeavor to make it up to you however I could," Bellweather answers simply, spreading his hands, then plopping one on Fang's head and rubbing. "I should not presume to tell you what that might be, but I could offer financial compensation if that was your wish, or some other form of aid to you to show my contriteness. Last night over dinner you mentioned you'd little wish to return to a life of chastity and poverty among the monks, so I could certainly help you on your way to a more adventuresome sort of life... I've a number of helpful items, maps, and connections you could make use of."\n\n"... Mm," you murmur, sinking down almost to your nose in the water, having to lift your knees up and spread them in the process... then having to refuse to shift and cover up when you realize that the water's clear enough you're giving a pretty plain view of your pussy. No bubbles in this hot tub, after all, you don't want to look like you were too dumb to figure out that would happen. You don't actually remember a lot of the conversation over dinner, a lot of things surrounding the... activities... are sort of a blur, but you'd definitely agree that having experienced some of the pleasures of this world... the <i>food and drink</i>... eating rice balls and drinking tepid water for the rest of your life isn't exactly appealing.\n\n"Of course, should you feel that wha' happened last night was merely all good fun and even something you might like to repeat in the future," he continues cheerfully. "Why, I should not mind if you were my guest for the foreseeable future. I have a guest room that, if still a bit small likely by your standards, should still accommodate someone of your stature quite handily, and no shortage of work around the house and land that could do with the aid of someone with a greater reach and bigger back than mine. What may come of such things in time... well, we need not pry into the future, but merely see how it unrolls itself before us to show the pattern on its carpet," he continues philosophically, while starting to cut and eat his eggs. "I'd lay no expectations or demands on you, of course, you would merely be my guest. And I promise to be a bit more... measured in my offerings to you, lessing you tell me ahead of time such is your wish," he adds, before taking a bite of a scone.\n\n... Hm. Interesting thought... all other considerations aside, it's really nice here. You glance around at the garden surrounding you, the scent of flowers and fresh, still-living vegetables wrapped around you through the steam of the water, threaded with the scent of the freshly-made food and coffee on the pleasant little table nearby. Heck, it's practically paradise even compared to the world you came from, let alone the one here. You just need to decide if it's a temptation to something you don't want... or a temptation to something you do.\n\n<hr>\n[[You want compensation.|GGMonk]]\n\n[[You want to leave.|GGMonk5x6]]\n\n[[You want to stay.|GGMonk]]

In your current state you cannot think of a single possible reason why that isn't the best idea ever. You're horny, the dog's horny, this is a win-win all around, as far as you're concerned. "Yeah, okay!" you chirp gleefully as you set the pipe aside again and then half-slide, half-fall to the floor, giving a soft 'oof' and then giggling as you notice how much bouncing it caused in your chest. "Gawd they're jiggly," you snort as you settle onto all fours, heavy boobs hanging down below you.\n\nFang had already perked his head and ears up as you started to get on the floor, but as you settle onto your hands and knees he rises to his paws and pads over quickly behind you. You can almost feel the sniffing of his nose near your pussy, and because it seems the thing to do at the moment you wiggle your ass at him and coo, "C'mon, boy! C'mon!" Then you squeak and let out a peal of laughter as his broad tongue washes across your pussy. That feels so weird! And then it laps at you a few more times, working up your damp folds and flitting over your pucker, and you wind up moaning loudly amidst your giggles. Hey, that's actually kind of-\n\nJust as you're starting to almost drift on how good that broad, flat doggy tongue feels slurping at you, there's a sense of movement and then Fang is settling onto your back. That part of your brain that was telling you not to take your clothes off earlier is now yelling at you through the haze of booze and halfling leaf, but that haze is really effective and you are just not caring, feeling nothing but curiosity and anticipation as you feel something poking at you. And then that long, thick, pointed-tipped prick is thrusting into your cunt, and you gasp loudly at the feeling of the big black beast taking your virginity. You let your mouth hang open as Fang begins thrusting, pumping that glistening red rocket into your dripping pussy, his forelegs wrapped tightly around your middle and claws pressing against your toned abs. Your breasts sway heavily beneath you with the motions of the dog's thrusts, his motions rocking your entire body... especially once you begin rocking back against him, fucking yourself on that pulsing puppy prick with abandon since you don't see why you wouldn't.\n\nThat dog cock pounding your pussy feels so good that you almost don't notice the motion in front of you until Bellweather puts his hand to your head and guides it downwards, towards his own stiff dick. He's a pretty hefty size too... not just for a Halfling, but for a human! And of course it seems the most natural thing in the world to wrap your mouth around his cockhead and start sucking and licking to the best of your unpracticed ability, allowing the motions of his head and the impacts of Fang's hips together guide you taking more of it into your mouth and down your relaxed throat. You continue to eagerly suck your host's dick as his dog pounds your cunt, loving the feel of those two hot, eager poles in either end of you, rocking yourself between them without an ounce of shame or reservation.\n\nYou can feel something thicker and hotter slapping against the wet, plump folds of your pussy, and almost instinctively start rocking back against Fang's thrusts harder. At the feel of his knot popping inside you and swelling, you cum, harder than you ever have in your life, your whole body trembling as your pussy spasms and squeezes around the canine cock buried in it and spurting you full of dog semen. Your eyes roll with the intensity of your climax, providing you with a brief view of Bellweather's own orgasmic face, eyes heavy-lidded and lips slightly parted as he thrusts forward and pumps his own thick load down your throat. Then you're slipping down into a pleasant, hazy fog of unconsciousness, barely aware of Bellweather's cock slipping out of your mouth or your ass being kept in the air by being tied with Fang.\n\nYou wake up with a mild headache and feeling vaguely sore all over. Mmfing, you sit up slowly, putting a hand to your head and feeling something slide off of you. You blink a few times to clear the slight film over your eyes and look around... you're still in Bellweather's living room, having been asleep on the floor apparently, with a pillow tucked under your head and a soft blanket covering you that's now slid off to rest around your legs. Your bare legs. Like the rest of you. You look down at yourself, befuddled as to why you're naked, before everything you did last night comes rushing back, making your face heat. Holy shit... you not only sucked a virtual stranger's dick, but you did it while <i>his dog</i> was fucking you! \n\nAs you try to sort out your feelings on that, you take another look around. Fang is actually in sight, curled up beside Bellweather's chair again, apparently asleep. You can just barely see down the hall to an open door, where you think you can see a bit of Bellweather's bed. And from the light coming in through the windows, it's probably just barely dawn. What to do?\n\n<hr>\n[[Get dressed and leave.|GGMonk]]\n\n[[Wait for Bellweather to wake up.|GGMonk5x5]]\n\n[[Wake up Bellweather (lewdly).|GGMonk]]\n\n[[Wake up Fang (also very lewdly).|GGMonkDog1x1]]

Though it seems like you've been given the skills and physical ability necessary to survive in this world, you ultimately know nothing about it. You don't want to rely on the monks because of what they'd expect from you, and you're not ready to settle down to... possibly kinky domestic life with Bellweather, you probably need someone to show you the way. It sounded like all those places were pretty far off though, so now that you've decided to seek out one of Bellweather's contacts, you probably ought to make sure you can actually get there.\n\nOnce you arrive back in the town, you head (largely by nose) for the local stable, asking to buy a horse for what you hope will be a fairly unexciting journey overland... Bellweather's luckily given you more than enough gold for that. You mention to the stablemaster that if Jakson or anyone else from the monastery should come looking for you, please tell them you're fine and have simply decided to strike out to find your own way... you don't actually know these people, but from their perspective they've taken you in and cared for you since your beloved peasant village burned down, no need to be completely thoughtless about it.\n\nYour horse isn't exactly an inspiring steed of legend, instead being a mare on the older side that the stablemaster assures you is good-tempered and able to tirelessly walk all day... 'walk' being the operative word since apparently she's not much on speed. The brown-and-grey beast plods placidly along under you as you turn towards the only road out of town that you know doesn't go to the woods or monastery and set off.\n\nEventually you pull your new bag around in front of you and rummage in it. Boy there's a ton of rolled-up maps and even little books in here... more than it seems should fit. Oh cool, bag of holding or handy haversack or whatever! You find a bundle that seems to contain several sealed letters as well as rolled-up maps. 'Right, let's see... this one's of this area and has some different paths marked. One's labeled as the river country... that's where that "Hyron Steeleye" guy the letter mentioned lives, right? Sounds dwarf-y. Bellweather said he could teach me a trade... so I guess if I wanted to put these muscles to use becoming an awesome blacksmith or something that's where I'd go. Hm, might be kind of cool... still appropriately fantasy world-y if I decide I want to stay, but a lot less immediate danger and probably a lot more stable profit than adventuring. The Silver Forest, this other one says... that's where he said "Duotunialle" is, sounds very elf-y, he also mentioned learning and magic. If I wanted to research some way to get home I prolly oughtta go there. And then there's Sussilex... right, apparently both of the other two live there. A "successful urbanite" and an adventurer... I mean I guess those could go either way, huh? Well if I decided to head there I guess I wouldn't need to make my final decision on who to see until I got there.'\n\nConveniently enough, the place where the lines on the map diverge and are labeled is up ahead... a three-way fork in the road. You tug on the reins of your horse... luckily mounting up and staying in the saddle and everything has come naturally to you, apparently your body already knew how. You glance at the map, then up at the unlabeled paths, though they're easy enough to discern with the map. In one direction, settling down to make a life for yourself here with the sweat of your brow. In another, the potential for finding a way back home, or at least gaining knowledge you never could have there. And the third, many many more options, and thus perhaps even more uncertainty. You shift a little in the saddle as you consider, glancing at each in turn.\n\n<hr>\n[[Head for the river country.|GGMonk15x1]]\n\n[[Turn towards the Silver Forest.|GGMonk]]\n\n[[Make your way to Sussilex.|GGMonk5x8]]

"I think if it's all the same to you, I'll hit the road," you say after a few moments, sighing. "... Still not entirely sure how I feel about... all that... but I'm not really ready to settle down and hang out here either, nice as the offer is."\n\n"Aye, I understand, I understand. Well, no reason to set off on an empty stomach! Come eat, then we'll see about getting your clothes cleaned and you well provisioned and sent on your way," Bellweather answers, gesturing at the other chair. "... Ah! I'll just get you a robe, shall I? Worry not, I've several lovely ones in the large folk sizes."\n\nAnd so you have a breakfast that's almost good enough to make you rethink your decision, but ultimately you're too uncertain of too many things to stay... you're not entirely sure you don't still want to find a way home, after all. Bellweather urges you to sit in the garden and sip coffee while he cleans your clothes and gets things ready for you, so you pass a pleasant few hours doing just that, listening to the birds sing and letting your chaotic thoughts wander, and trying to keep them from lingering on memories of how hard you came when Fang knotted you, your face going red every time they do anyway.\n\nEventually Bellweather returns with your clothing and a stuffed-looking backpack. "Here you are, my dear, this was left behind by an acquaintance of mine... he'll not mind me passing it along I think. I'll leave you to get dressed in peace, the path to the front of the house is just around there," he adds, pointing at one of the sets of paving stones. "I've put a letter just on top there that should explain everything in there, if you'd prefer to read that. I do hope we're parting on good terms instead of ill, all said and done?"\n\n"Yeah," you say after only a brief hesitation, giving him a smile as you accept the folded clothing and the bag. "I mean... I'm kind of embarrassed and maybe a little ashamed of myself, but I think it's probably not worth bad blood over. You're being really nice, thank you."\n\n"You're welcome, lass, and perhaps we'll meet again somewhere down the road of life." He gives you a quick, courteous bow, before turning and heading back inside.\n\nYou get dressed and take a moment to glance through the pack just briefly, taking out the folded and sealed letter and carrying it as you head around the hill and then back the way you came. As you walk down the forest path, you break the seal on the letter and read.\n\n'I hope that the options and aid I've provided carry you to good fortune, my dear. They were assembled over my own rather adventuresome youth, and it is my dearest wish you have your life as enriched by these years of experiencing the world as mine was. I've provided some money and a few magic items, as well as a handful of treasure maps and collections of old rumors and tales that might lead to great excitement and enrichment. I never got around to using them myself, so feel free to follow up on them. As well I've included maps to several locations with letters of introduction to acquaintances of mine who will gladly take you in and help you establish yourself in other realms. Should you seek to learn a trade and skills of the hands, I much suggest you seek out my friend Hyron Steeleye in the river country. Should you instead seek out city life and all that may come with it, then Madam Liandra in Sussilex is who you would be best served by seeking out, for she and her partner are as successful urbanites as there ever were. If 'tis learning and philosophy you seek, Duotunialle of the Silver Forest is a sometime friend and patron of mine, and though her woodland realm is simple it is beautiful and peaceful. On the other end of things, if you've no stomach for adventuring by yourself, Kurgor Third-Eye also resides in Sussilex, and he is head of one of the most storied free companies in these lands, no doubt he could teach you more of adventure than a dwarf could learn in two lifetimes. Your path is your own, and I wish it be a bonny and bright one. - B.B.' \n\n'Ha, he drew a little picture of a badger,' you think in amusement, before turning your thoughts to considering his suggestions. Several that you can see could theoretically offer chances to get home... or just live a good life in this new world.\n\n<hr>\n[[Set off for solo adventure.|GGMonk]]\n\n[[Seek out one of Bellweather's contacts.|GGMonk5x7]]

Hm... being a blacksmith or going back to school but with pointy-eared teachers. Neither quite resonates. 'This does not spark joy,' you think solemnly to yourself, mentally brushing both options aside and turning your horse towards the rightmost fork, setting off down the way that will take you to Sussilex.\n\nWhen it starts to get dark, you stop and rummage in the pack again... luckily Bellweather included a leather roll and a letter explaining how to use the various things in it. Wow, he really was thorough in getting you prepared to hit the road... you feel kind of bad you weren't more effusive in your thanks when you left. ... Yeah, well, you were pretty 'effusive' the night before so you guess that makes up for it. Cheeks burning again, you follow the instructions of building a fire and getting it lit, setting up the bedroll and small lean-to over it that will serve to keep rain off of you should it start, and then surrounding it with the braided wire set with small polished black stones at about two foot intervals. Apparently it's some dwarvish device for using when traveling alone, it's supposed to warn you if something with ill intent approaches while you're asleep.\n\nLuckily it doesn't go off that night, and it's the only night you need it. Later the next day you hit a much larger and more well-established road shown on the map, which will apparently take you right to Sussilex if you just keep following it. Which you admit may have slightly influenced your decision when you were looking at the map... the other two looked to follow much more remote paths and even go cross-country at points, and you're really not sure if navigation is one of those skills that came with this body. But now that you're on the road to Sussilex, there are smallish towns at regular intervals, clearly set up along said road primarily to cater to travelers, since each one usually has multiple inns and taverns. Thanks to Bellweather's generosity, you're easily able to afford to sleep inside every night, and on actually pretty decent beds too.\n\nInevitably as you lay on said beds, staring at room ceilings that you've previously only seen the like of in fantasy movies, you wind up a bit sleepless as you consider your situation... sent to a fantasy world in a body and with a past that's not really yours. And perhaps inevitably your mind turns to what's happened since you got here. Specifically that night at Bellweather's. And inevitably, each time your face flushes... and your hands slide down to slip your pants off, dropping them over the side of the bed before starting to stroke your fingers over your wet, warm folds to the memory of Fang's panting and drooling as his knot slapped against said warm wet folds. It's still deeply embarrassing, even humiliating, but at the same time... you can't deny how turned-on you get recalling it. \n\nIt takes about a week to arrive at Sussilex, and when it comes into sight you definitely have to stop and stare for awhile. There's a truly massive cliff face that goes right to the sea and drops straight down, forming an effective wall on the horizon. The city... no, that can't be the whole city, but a shining white series of almost flat buildings are built right into the cliffside, running a fair way up it and all the way down to the bottom. At the bottom is a walled city... the wall is also made of white stone, but looks a little 'off' even to your untrained eye. You can't help but come to the conclusion that it was probably built much later than the cliffside parts, by someone just trying to match the style.\n\nThe road's fairly busy at this point... everyone's sort of been quietly maintaining a respectful distance from each other, which you've copied since it's apparently the polite thing to do, but the road's definitely busy, as are the ones that link up to the broad but gradually narrowing pathway that leads to the city gates. There are armored soldiers standing at the various merges, directing people on when to go and how to line up, so you obey without complaint. It takes as much time as you spent traveling during the morning to even start getting close to the gates, but once they're properly in sight you lean up in your saddle a bit, trying to pay attention. Sounds like the gate guards are questioning people as they come in... asking them what their business is, who they're here to see, stuff like that. Hm. If you don't want to get hassled, better have an answer ready. Well, you've had a lot of time over the last week to consider it, but now the decision is upon you. City life, or adventure?\n\n<hr>\n[[City life.|GGLian1x1]]\n\n[[Adventure.|GGKur]]

You take a casual glance around, then sidle over towards the guy, settling in to lean on the wall nearby while he watches you without trying to be obvious about watching you. Actually he doesn't look a lot older than you... you think you might have even seen him around school once or twice. "Whatcha selling?" you ask quietly, glancing away.\n\n"Don't know I'm selling anything, whatcha lookin' for?" he asks in return.\n\nFair enough. What <i>are</i> you looking to get out of this?\n\n<hr>\n[[Weed.|GGBad]]\n\n[[E.|GGBad]]\n\n[[Something new and exciting.|GGBad]]\n\n[[Nah, nevermind.|GGBad]]

"We need to keep it distracted... <i>really</i> distracted... for long enough for one of us to access the computer and wipe all the files," you murmur quietly to Jane. You wince a little in anticipation of her likely reaction to your idea. "I think... I think one of us needs to seduce it."\n\nIt's not quite as bad as you thought, at least, Jane just giving you a flat look. "Let it fuck one of us, you mean."\n\n"Well yeah." You grin sheepishly. "You said yourself they're pretty horny... if it focuses in on that, the other one of us should have plenty of time to access the computer. And if you were right earlier, all this will go away, probably before it even, um... finishes."\n\n"I guess I can't exactly say the plan wouldn't be effective," Jane grumbles. She takes another quick glance around the desk at the rapor, who's still zapping pixelated aliens, then looks at you. "So. Which one of us is going to be fuck-bait?"\n\n<hr>\n\n[[Her.|SauriaPlaceholder]]\n\n[[You.|Sauria13x4]]

"I really think I'd be better off with some training," you decide, ignoring Ydoncha's shoulders slumping and eyes rolling. "At least so that I know which buttons to push."\n\n"Well then! Step up on the beamer and I'll send you right over to the nearest Space Ranger Command training facility!" Captain Commander declares, apparently as enthusiastic as ever now that you've made up your mind. "Whatever helps contribute to the Space Rangers!"\n\nYou step onto the lit platform, watching as he works one of the console. Ydoncha gives you a little wave and blandly declares "So long" as you abruptly find yourself standing in the dark. You turn back and forth, before a calm, composed female voice says, "Welcome to SRC Training Facility #918. We're glad to have you here." The room begins flickering to life with blue-tinted holoscreens and bands of blue illumination on the floor and ceiling, enough to reveal a simple metal chair without padding resting in the center of a circular room. Part of the floor slides away, and a metal square with an open top rises up from it. "Please place all garments and items into the bin before being seated."\n\n"Uh... but I'm not wearing anything under this," you protest mildly, even though you have the feeling you're arguing with a computer.\n\n"Clothing can interfere with the scanning and assessment process," the voice replies back in that even, mildly cheerful, and slightly soothing tone. "Please place all garments and items into the bin before being seated."\n\nMaybe this is why Ydoncha was trying to convince you not to do training. Sighing, you pull off the helmet and drop it into the bin, tossing in the pistol as well before peeling your way out of the bodysuit. Hoping that this is an automated process and that no one's watching you shake your shoulders and wiggle your ass as you peel out of the tight garment, you finally dump it into the container as well, moving to settle gingerly into the chair as the bin retracts into the floor. At least it's not as cold as you were afraid it would be, though it's still chilly against your skin, especially your ass and sex, as you try to settle.\n\n"Please try to relax," the voice continues, probably because you start a little when two little mechanical arms swing out around from the back of the headrest and press against your forehead. "There will be no pain or discomfort during scanning and assessment." Well, that seems reassuring, since if it was going to be painful they'd say 'slight discomfort', wouldn't they? So you do your best to relax fully, slumping back against the chair. The screens in front of you light up a bit brighter, with a new one appearing that functions somewhat like a mirror. You blush a little at the sight of yourself sitting there naked with legs slightly spread (and perky nipples because hey, the chair is a bit cold after all), with information appearing at the edges of the screen. "Scanned identity, Cyan LaChance. Species, Human. Health and fitness rating, 85%. Aesthetic rating, 82%. Applicable knowledge and skill rating, 63%. Uploading statistics and checking openings. ... Preferred placement has been determined due to system flags. Decided occupation: Personal secretary."\n\n"What? Hey, no, I'm supposed to be trained to be a badass Space Ranger!" you protest, trying to sit up and pull the thing off your forehead... only to find that your body doesn't so much as twitch. "HEY! Why can't I move?!"\n\n"For your safety, motor control has been disabled until training is complete," the computer voice answers just as calmly, brightly, and soothingly as ever. "Secretarial training will now begin. ... Error. Designation has been flagged as inappropriate for role. New designation has been chosen from table of approved designations." You watch as 'Cyan LaChance' is deleted letter by letter on the screen, replaced by six characters as the voice continues, "New designation, Brandi."\n\n"That's bullshit! My name isn't Brandi, it's Brandi!" Your eyes widen, a tingle of something like terror running through you. "No, no, I'm Brandi! My name is Brandi! Stop it, no, my name isn't Brandi, I'm Brandi!"\n\n"Full scan of mental profile now available," the voice coos, as a list pops up on the left side of the screen detailing a number of obviously recognizable things about yourself. Then you stare with horror as a separate set of traits pops up on the other side. "Occupation profile loaded. 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No, don't! Please!" you beg. You can't really feel anything or sense any change, but as the ability to change your name so aptly illustrated, you have no doubt whatsoever that the little progress bars moving on either side of the screen absolutely represent what's going on inside your brain. You desperately try to recall how to play the last video game you played, only to find that you can't even remember its name, or what it looked like. You do, however, find yourself increasingly more knowledgeable on how to use your tongue to best effect on a man's cock, or his balls, and now his asshole as the 'Sexual Skills' bar rises further and further.\n\nYou at least assure yourself that you feel like yourself as the progress bars all hit 100%. At least, you think you do, you really wish someone would come along and tell you that you're still you. It can change your skills and what you know, but this horrible training thing can't change who you are as a person, right? Then you watch as the bars disappear, replaced by a different set of traits.\n\n"Now adjusting current and default emotional state. Deleting current emotional flags: Anxiety, Fear, Distress, Worry, Consideration of Future."\n\nYou blink a few times. Wow... suddenly you feel a lot better. Your racing heart slows and steadies, and you start to actually feel the relaxation that comes with your body being completely immobile and settled in the chair. What was the big fuss about, again? You have some recollection that you were upset before, but you can't really recall why. What's the big deal about having your identity rewritten anyway?\n\n"Now setting default state: Cheerful, Optimistic, Accepting, Eager to Please, Living for the Moment."\n\nYou start to smile, even letting out a bit of a giggle as the computer reads off your new personality. That's so nice! Actually this has turned out to be a really great process after all, and you honestly feel like whatever comes next, it will be great.\n\n"Adjusting base intelligence level from 'Near Genius' to 'Functional Idiot'."\n\nYou let out another giggle at that. Whatever the nice computer lady's reason for that, it must be helpful. "Like, thank you!" you chirp, hoping the nice computer lady has a really good day since she's been so totally awesome.\n\n"Beginning biological augmentation," the nice computer lady then announces.\n\n"What's that mean?" you ask cheerfully, only to give a soft 'oooooo' as a tingling feeling runs all through your body. You watch as your waist slims down somewhat, while your hips and ass expand, your buttocks starting to pillow somewhat against the metal seat of the chair as your legs lengthen and gain their own layer of curvaceous padding. Your hair fades from black to blonde as it lengthens and gains thick, lustrous waves, leaving just the dyed blue and purple at the tips. You giggle happily as your breasts start to expand, turning into large, almost artificially perky and firm globes. "Oh wow, my tiddies are, like, humongo!" you exclaim happily as they grow larger and larger, not stopping until they're practically eclipsing the size of your head, resembling big silicone boulders bolted to your chest. You smile as your lips puff up somewhat, turning full and darker red, all plump and ready to be wrapped around the first dick you come across.\n\n"Training is now complete," the nice computer lady says as the little robot arms swing away from your head. A doorway slides open in the wall as she continues, "You have been assigned to Senior Logistics Chief Bob Xic'akh'hchk. Please don your uniform and report for duty."\n\n"Okie-dokie!" you chirp, tossing off a jaunty salute as you get to your feet and trot eagerly into the next room. There's a bench with some folded-up clothes on it, and you quickly set about getting dressed, humming random notes as you sheath your legs in thigh-high white stockings, then pull on a white G-string that cups the full mound of your bare pussy and does absolutely nothing to hide your full, round ass. You pull on the white blouse and button it up, noting happily that it's designed to conform closely to the shape of your tits and show them off, as is the little blue short jacket that goes with it. (The tiny decorative blue tie does nothing at all to cover them either.) You wiggle your way into the very short, very tight blue cloth skirt, which grips your hips and ass mercilessly and isn't quite long enough to cover your panties no matter how you sit or stand, yay! Stepping into the high black heels and cooing at the way they force your legs and ass up and on display, you sashay easily over to the beamer pad thingy and step onto it, ready to begin your life as the best slutty secretary ever!\n\n<hr>\n[[Game Over.|GGSR2xEnd]]

You'd half expected when you learned this was a crazy magical school that you'd spend your entire days learning to turn frogs into dogs or something like that. Turns out that Aspareth actually has its students in a number of "normal" classes as well, so it looks like there'll be no escape from math and biology class. History does involve a lot more dragons and ancient curses than you'd really expected, but you never really retained any of it for longer than it took you to fill out a worksheet back in America's school system, so it's entirely possible that Prince Ferdinand being eaten by an ogre and the whole "incomptent gunmen" thing being concocted as a hasty coverup was actually taught in normal classes too and you just don't remember. Things are set up a little different here, so you find yourself stuck actually listening and taking notes.\n\nMost of your magic classes in the first two weeks primarily involve remedial lessons, a good portion of them taught by Professor Senna. You might almost admit she's a fantastic teacher if you believed in such a concept for anything other than 'Lets the students get away with murder'. She actually praises you, apparently you're a bit of a natural at magic... plenty of power, and a fair bit of finesse. \n\nOn Friday night of your second week, you're putting some of your clothes away (you just leave them out and they get laundered and folded and left on your bed, it's fantastic... little creepy with your panties, though) when suddenly you hear Maeve's voice in your head, making you jump.\n\n"Layla, please come upstairs. I'd like to speak to you."\n\nYou whip your head back and forth, wondering if she walked into the room and started talking while you weren't paying attention. Erika, sitting at her desk writing, glances up. She's wearing a backless dress that fastens around her neck and goes over her front and has a loose short skirt around her hips, leaving her cobalt blue thigh-highs visible. She smirks a bit at your look. "Just called you? Maeve's an expert at mind magic, it's one of her specialties. Better head on up."\n\n<hr>\n\n[[Continue.|Aspareth4x10]]

You bite back the dozens of cutting retorts that rush to your tongue and swallow them. Instead you remind yourself that you are a canny top bitch, and you know how to work this sort of situation to your advantage. You quickly formulate just what you want to say and how to say it while plastering an innocent, curious look on your face. "Oh, Maeve didn't tell you?" \n\nThat immediately takes a lot of wind out of the blue-haired girl's sails, and she blinks, the smile falling off her face. "Tell me what?"\n\n"She saw my thigh-highs on the train and fell in love with them." You idly raise one leg a little and run a hand along your own thigh, as if mimicking a motion Maeve might have made. Okay, really she just rubbed your knee, but honestly it was almost as blatant as touching your thigh. "She was telling Orin to have ten pairs ordered for her right then and there," you continue, adding the little detail of how the siblings act to make sure she knows you're not making it up. "Though knowing her I bet she has him up it to twenty before the night's over, just in case."\n\n"Maeve loved th-" Erika's eyes widen, and she quickly looks aside, raising her hand and nibbling one blue-painted thumbnail nervously. You supress a smile, knowing just what sort of thoughts are going through her head. She has to be seen getting in on the trends at the <i>same time</i> as Maeve, not after... otherwise she just looks like a follower, not a member of the inner circle. Her dark eyes flick back to you, calculating. You've just shared a bit of info that's vital to her popularity, and she's going to automatically be grateful. But it also signifies that you're becoming knowledgeable in ways she's not... you're the new hotness. And if she doesn't want to be discarded as old and busted, she'd better adapt.\n\nShe finally meets your eyes, and the two of you engage in a brief staredown. Then she gives the tiniest nod, which you return. Allies it is, then, as long as such a thing can last.\n\n"That's your stuff, right?" she says, now sounding positively cheerful as she looks at the boxes stacked beside your bed. "You want some help putting it away?"\n\n"Sure." You grin, knowing that as soon as the two of you are done, she's going to be rushing to contact someone and have them order her some thigh-highs. Probably thirty pairs, just to be safe.\n\n<hr>\n\n[[Continue.|Aspareth4x9]]

"So... I guess... we could do the... the 'transgression' thing?" you say slowly. \n\n"Heheh, ready to push some boundaries, are we?" Xira smirks at your blush, then nods eagerly. "Good good! I spent the downtime doing some research for this in particular!"\n\n"'Research'?" you echo in confusion.\n\n"Yup! Okay, so, I'm guessing that so far your type is guys under forty, fairly nice-looking, all clean and pretty respectable-like, yeah?" \n\n"Well... yes, obviously." Of course, the second that third word is out of your mouth, you realize where this must be going.\n\n"Okay, so! I've figured out two possibilities for you to push past those boundaries!" Xira holds out two fingers in a V, wagging them a bit side-to-side a bit. "The first is if you want him to still have a respectable profession, the second is if you want him to be clean and fit!"\n\n"... So those are my options, respectable but probably dirty, or lowly but clean?" you say flatly.\n\n"Mm-hmm! The first is the blacksmith... super respectable guy, very well-thought-of in town, pretty well-off! But obviously a bit on the paunchy side, and he'll have already worked up a good sweat no matter how early you get to him, pretty much. The other option is the local hermit, he's seen as a bit of a nut and weirdo, but his solitary lifestyle has kept him fit and trim and he keeps himself pretty tidy. See? Aren't I nice, making sure that there's still something good about both options?"\n\n"You're the best," you murmur with a roll of the eyes. But you guess it's true, she probably could have found some big ugly bastard with no job to have you 'push your boundaries' with. ... You guess it's sort of shallow to care about the social standing of the people you fuck, but look, you're a girl! And it's just kind of bleh to think about having sex with some old hermit everyone thinks is a crazy person! Or some dad-bodded older guy who's all sweaty and gross! ... Whiiiiiich you guess is sort of the point.\n\nStill, you get Xira's idea. If you can't push past even the most basic barrier, that of guys within an "acceptable" age range with decent looks, how are you going to accumulate enough lewdness to become a full succubus? So you guess you'll go with...\n\n<hr>\n[[... the blacksmith.|SweetSucc]]\n\n[[... the hermit.|SweetSucc]]

"Actually, someone's waiting for me a bit further down the train," you say evenly. "If you guys don't mind excusing me...?"\n\n"Oh, sure. Seeya around, maybe?" the bigger one asks, looking a bit disappointed.\n\n"Sure!" you chirp cheerfully, mentally adding 'No way in hell.'\n\nYou make your way almost to the back of the train, deciding you want to put some distance between yourself and the jockettes so they don't see you stumbling around looking for a place to sit when you said you already had friends. You tug on one door and notice it's still open, then slide it open all the way, peering inside.\n\nThe first thing you see is an absolutely beautiful girl sitting on the left-side bench. Her hair is such a dark black that it's almost blue, falling over her forehead and cut straight above her eyes, two falls of it drifting over her shoulders and down past her breasts, the rest behind her back and looking like it probably comes to at least the bottom of her butt when she's standing. Her eyes are actually a brilliant violet color, her face pale and sleek, with a gentle chin and smooth cheeks that could have been carved by an artist. Her uniform robes are draped along the bench to one side of her, her body hugged by a long black dress in a very mature and adult style, covering her slender body while somehow still accenting each sleek curve, the loose material of her dress falling against long, lean legs. Of course, what you're also staring at is the thin, dark length of wood more than a foot long that she's weaving through the air, leaving brilliant white flat lines, drawing a butterfly with an elaborate wing pattern in thin air.\n\nApparently noticing the sound of the door opening, she turns her head to look at you, one thin, jet black eyebrow quirking. "Have you never seen magic before?" her silky voice with its perfect upper-class English accent inquires.\n\n<hr>\n[[Lie.|Aspareth4x2]]\n\n[[Fess up, but play it cool.|Aspareth]]\n\n[[Magic?! BULLSHIT!!|Aspareth]]

Honestly, on some level you always knew this might be necessary. A boarding school, more upper-class people than Deviville High... the cliques were bound to be tight and established, if not generational. Though you never wanted to admit it to yourself, there was always a chance you'd have to at least start out by latching on to another queen bee. So finally you nod, and plaster your best 'I'm so sweet and helpful, aren't I?' smile on your face.\n\n"Sure! I think being friends with you would be great, if there's some mutual respect involved!" you reply, letting your hazel eyes flash just a little.\n\nMaeve inclines her head just a little, then nods once, a little twinkle of said respect in her eye. Message sent and received, apparently: 'I know you'd screw me over for your own ends, but think twice before you do.' Instead of commenting further, she reaches over and lightly pinches the hem of your skirt. "Is this what's in fashion at Deviville?"\n\n"Mm-hm! It's pretty big in the US, really."\n\n"You'll find mages tend towards... eclectic garb. As it is rather easy for us to negate the effects of the weather upon us, many wear whatever they wish at any time they wish. But you'll find in the upper crust, we tend to prefer dressing as if we were likely to attend a low-key ball at any moment." She smiles again, using points of her wand to indicate her own dress and Orin's somewhat old-fashioned black suit. She looks at you for a moment, then reaches out, running a hand briefly over your knee. "I <i>do</i> like these, though. I'm as familiar with non-mage fashion as most, but I'm not familiar with this sort of stocking. What are they called?"\n\n"Er, thigh-highs." You find yourself blushing a little bit, but manage to mostly supress it. "They've been big in Japan for a long time, but last year I and the other fashionable girls decided they looked good."\n\n"How marvelous." Maeve turns her purple eyes towards her brother. "Orin, be a dear and remember to send an order to the shopping servant, I want at least five pairs of 'thigh-highs'. Mm, best make it ten, I want a little variety."\n\nOrin just nods, watching you both with his own intense purple eyes. Must be the quiet type. But you're too busy almost vibrating with happiness internally to care about him. You may have had to go a subservient route, but you're already becoming a trendsetter again! Someone as pretty and rich as Maeve is sure to be someone others look to for their fashion cues, and you're already wearing what she'll be wearing soon! You're on your way to the top again!\n\n<hr>\n[[Continue.|Aspareth4x4]]

Recovering quickly, you manage to plaster your well-practiced 'I don't care' look on your face. "I was admiring your work a little, I admit. I've always been taught more, you know... practical applications, so I wasn't expecting something more frivolous in these parts."\n\nHer beautiful, somewhat thin lips, lightly tinted by purple gloss, tilt upward in a knowing smile. "You're lying. But you actually did it quite well, and after such a shock. Well done." She taps the center of her light-butterfly and sends it flapping off through the glass of the window to disappear. "Always a valuable trait, being able to adapt to a situation and never letting someone see you vulnerable. I like that. Please, come, sit down."\n\nShe scoots to the side a bit and gestures with one elegant hand to the bench beside her. You eye her suspiciously, not used to someone just outright stating the sort of things you'd never put into such intellectual words, just general feelings. Still, what else are you going to do after seeing that sort of thing? You step inside and let the door slide closed behind you, setting your bag aside before settling down on the bench beside the dark-haired girl.\n\n"You're from America, yes? I'm afraid I can't place your accent much aside from that," she says thoughtfully, looking at you with great interest and almost as much intensity. You manage to resist squirming and return the look of sizing her up, and after a few moments her lips curl in that pleased smile again. \n\n"I'm from Deviville," you reply, finding yourself smiling a bit as well. "It's in-"\n\nYou're cut off as the door slides open, and a tall boy with shoulder-length hair just as amazingly black as the girl's and pale skin and beautiful features that say he couldn't be anything but siblings steps inside. He quirks his own brow as he sees you sitting there, but lets the door close behind him.\n\n"Ah, where are my manners?" The girl gestures lightly with her wand. "I am Maeve Herrod. This is my brother, Orin. Orin, be a gentleman and put up our new friend's bag, I believe she'll be joining us for the rest of the trip."\n\nYou blink as the gorgeous boy bows briefly to you and then picks up your bag, hefting it and setting it in the overhead compartment quite easily for someone with such a slim build. Then you 'oh'. "My name's Layla."\n\n"Layla. Lovely to meet you." Maeve nods once. "You're a first year transfer, yes? And unlearned in magic as well. But not your fault, we all must begin somewhere. As for us, Orin and I are second years," she continues, gesturing a bit between herself and her brother as he sits down on the opposite bench. "And have been trained in magic all our lives. We could help you catch up much, much more quickly. I think you have a lot of potential to be a very good friend."\n\nYou purse your lips, reading the subtext, and seeing by her little fox-smile that she was testing if you would. You understand that she doesn't mean friends like Joey and Chandler, she means friends like your little group of trusted girls back in Deviville High were your "friends"... in other words, she's asking if you'll be her lackey, in return for her help.\n\n"My influence at Aspareth's is considerable," she adds, dangling the carrot just a bit more obviously. "It would be very easy for me to help a friend do well there."\n\n<hr>\n[[No way, you're nobody's "friend"!|Aspareth]]\n\n[[You do need a way to get ahead...|Aspareth4x3]]

Maeve continues to give you bits of advice on how to act, how to speak, and what of your current wardrobe will suit your status best until you can start building up clothes more befitting the fashionable style at school (in other words, hers). By the time the train comes to a stop, you feel like you're ready to step out as one of the popular girls again already. Maybe it won't be as one of the <i>head</i> popular girls, but maybe someday. If nothing else, Maeve will graduate a year before you do...\n\nYou file into the entrance hall of the expansive old castle with the rest of the students, doing your best to match Orin and Maeve's even, measured strides without actually falling into lockstep with them. When Professor Senna comes out to give her little welcome speech, you're surprised... Maeve described her as white-haired and the equivalent of a vice principal, you expected some wrinkly old granny. She's actually only about your parents' age and rather nice-looking, even if that's really just another category of "old" to you. Her white hair is thick and straight and soft-looking, not all crinkly and stiff like you'd expect of someone elderly.\n\nApparently Maeve senses your surprise even if you do a good job covering up, because she leans in a bit and whispers, "Professor Senna specializes in time magic. So do not be fooled by anything about her... it is impossible to know how old or young she truly is."\n\nYou make a mental note, realizing that this whole 'magic' thing is going to add a whole new dynamic to how you sort people for behaving around them. But soon the rest of the students head into the dining hall, leaving only seven of you standing and waiting. One girl lines up, and you immediately classify her as some mousey nerd and largely forget her. But she does look like the excitable sort, so you line up behind her, hoping her reaction will make your no-sell approach stand out more.\n\nWhen the doors sweep open and you all start filing in, it's only the forewarning and the by now desperate desire to prove yourself to Maeve that let you keep your calm when you see a quartz crystal the size of a bus in the middle of the room, almost thirty feet wide at the ceiling and six at the floor, perfectly symmetrical in its facets on the outside, but shot through with the typical quartz foggy flaws inside. It takes considerably more willpower not to react when gold color rushes through the flaws from where the nerd lays her hands on it and the clear parts of the crystal turn blue, a massive roar echoing through the hall as the gold takes on the shape of a rearing lion.\n\n"Winterlion!" the teacher standing next to the crystal calls.\n\nThere's cheering and hooting and other rowdy behavior from the portion of the hall set with blue and gold tablecloths, but you do your best to imagine yourself standing in line in a dull school hallway waiting to pick up a printout of your class schedule. Once the crystal has cleared, the teacher gestures you forward.\n\n<hr>\n\n[[Let's get this sorted.|Aspareth4x6]]

"Now, dear, let's have a look at your wand. Orin?" Maeve smiles as Orin brings down your bag and, without asking, opens it up. You're about to protest him rummaging around in your things (even though most of your clothes are being shipped so it's not like he's going to pull out a pair of panties), but he immediately draws out the long cherrywood box and holds it out to you. You accept it, only having glanced at it in passing, and turn it around in your hands as he returns your bag to the overhead bin.\n\nYou open the box, revealing a long, slender rod of pale wood, with your name carved into the side in elegant letters. You have to admit it's rather pretty, and you pluck it out of the red velvet lining and settle it in your hand.\n\n"Ah, a very nice quality. I'm guessing you told your servant to buy the best of everything, being that you were unaccustomed to magic?" Maeve leans over, drawing a finger along your wand. "It is indeed a very good wand. A bit overpowered and more... well, let's say I would have believed you about your practical approach to magic had you had this in your hand." She smiles again, apparently to take a bit of the sting out of telling you that you've apparently got the most elegant available version of magical industrial equipment. "Having your name carved on it is a trifle out of style as well, but no one will really think much of it. We'll go to Dresden Falls on the first free weekend and find you something a bit more stylish."\n\nYou try to subtly shift the wand so that your name isn't as visible to anyone else, and notice Maeve's little nod of approval. You're starting to feel luckier and luckier about being taken under her wing... if no one else had told you these things, you'd have done the equivalent of driving a pickup truck to school all year long. Sure, a shiny, new, expensive pickup truck, but they're for <i>jocks</i>, not pretty girls.\n\n"Now, let me give you a few pointers on your arrival at school." Maeve sits back on the bench and begins doodling with her wand in midair again... if you can call a rather elaborate, leafless tree doodling. "Everyone will enter the main hall, and there will be a speech by a white-haired woman named Professor Senna. Dreadfully dull woman, but she's the head witch of the school." She pauses in adding a branch to the tree, glancing towards you. "I believe the equivalent you're familiar with is 'vice principal' or somesuch. But that means that you must do your best to present nothing but the aspect of a devoted student and polite classmate around her, you understand?"\n\nYou give her a quick nod, face serious. One of those teachers that you can't get caught acting natural around, a goody-two-shoes.\n\n"Excellent. There will only be a few new mid-year arrivals such as yourself. You will remain in the entrance hall until the rest of us have been seated, then be shown in and allowed, by turns, to touch the King's Stone. It is a massive crystal that runs from floor to ceiling, almost thirty feet." She pauses to consider, briefly putting the tip of her wand to her lower lip. "You should react... hm, you should react as little as possible. Act as if it were the sort of thing you see every day. Even when it fills with color and there is a loud sound, do your best to seem unaffected, bordering on bored. But not quite bored. When you touch it, concentrate on the knowledge that you are powerful, superior to others. Because, of course..." She gives you a knowing smile, poking the trunk of the glowing tree image and causing it to suddenly burst into thick foliage made of green light. "You are."\n\n<hr>\n\n[[Continue.|Aspareth4x5]]

Not used to listening to the rules rather than laying them down, you nevertheless nod. Once the meal is over, everyone files out of four separate doors. You follow Maeve along to the base of a tower with a big stone spiral staircase that goes up the wall, little branching-off short sets of stairs leading towards rooms in the middle. From the looks of the clothes the girls are wearing as you pass them on the steps, this is definitely where some of the wealthier girls get boarded. Well, obviously you belong here!\n\nYou'd expect to get tired climbing all these steps, but don't... maybe that's the magical version of an elevator or something, just making it so you don't get tired on stairs. Maeve passes one door, then stops and turns to you, gesturing to it with her wand. "This is you. I'm directly above, but I do rather value my privacy and quiet time, even from friends. So please don't come up unless I invite you."\n\nYou nod, doing your best to swallow the bitter pill that you don't have penthouse access whenever you want. Oh well, floor below the penthouse and potential invitations are... a place to start. Maeve smiles and gives you a nod, before turning and continuing up the stairs, her student robes swishing gently on the steps. You watch her go, then turn and make your way up the little short steps, noting that there's actually a brief gap between the outer tower and the cylinder running up the middle that forms the rooms. Geez, someone could fall and break their neck. Though maybe only if they were really determined to.\n\nYou open the door and step inside your new room. It's decently large, at least, you'll give it that. It's got its own fireplace, its own table and chairs, two desks, an easy chair, and two full-sized beds with a bedside table on one side and a wardrobe on the other. You're actually not sure this room should even fit inside the tower, but you're not sure about the dimensions entirely.\n\nStanding near one bed must be Erika, currently shrugging off her school robes to reveal a black sleeveless dress that's snug around the middle and loose from the waist down, obviously in the same style Maeve's wearing. She has long, straight hair down to the bottoms of her shoulderblades... and it's a rich metallic blue. She turns around to face you, showing that her breasts are a little bigger than yours (unless that dress is enhancing them considerably). That almost instantly sets you to fuming. The <i>one</i> thing you had over Maeve was that she looked to have a B-cup at best while you're about ready to take a D. Dammit.\n\n"You must be the newbie. The one from America." Erika looks you up and down with dark, almost black eyes. Her face is a bit severe but still pretty enough, you suppose. She smiles rather nastily as she focuses her gaze obviously on your legs. "What <i>are</i> those ridiculous things you're wearing? Lingerie? You know, stockings are really meant to be worn with a dress, not some little skirt like that."\n\nThat almost instantly sets you to fuming. But then you remember what Maeve said... Erika's a "friend", even if she apparently didn't get the memo.\n\n<hr>\n[[Be nice.|Aspareth]]\n\n[[Be nicely manipulative.|Aspareth4x8]]\n\n[[Fuck this bitch.|Aspareth]]

Concentrating like Maeve told you, you picture the whole school flocking around you, eyes filled with adoration and fear, the ones who can't be bothered to dress in designer clothes and keep up with each new trend fading into obscurity and oblivion, like they should. You lay your hands against the crystal, and the clear parts quickly darken to a thick, stormy gray. Lines of purple color shoot through the flaws in jagged lines, fading and then firing in new lines, while a low bass rumble thunders through the hall like... well, like thunder.\n\n"Stormhold!" the teacher calls, answered by polite applause from the whole place, though it's somewhat more enthusiastic polite applause from the tables draped in gray shot through with iridescent purple threads. If there's such a thing as enthusiastic polite applause. You turn and see Maeve clapping as well, smiling approvingly, a chair empty beside her at the six-seater table. As if it were no big deal, you turn and stride across the dining room, slipping into the chair as if you'd been planning to all along.\n\n"Very nice, very well done, I'm impressed." Maeve picks up her fork and knife and begins delicately cutting into the steak on her plate. You didn't see steak on other tables, but there's one in front of you. Apparently Maeve's story about her influence at the school wasn't just blowing hot air.\n\nYou and the others at the table... other than Orin, you don't know anyone of course, and Maeve doesn't see fit to introduce you immediately... eat in silence for a time. You eye the other girls, a trio of identical teenagers, maybe seventeen, pale skin, pale blue eyes, black hair in ponytails. They're even moving in sync, which is pretty darn weird. If it were your old school you'd organize as hostile a shunning as you could until they understood their weirdo triplet BS wasn't welcome among normals, but apparently they're Maeve's friends, so you'd better adjust your attitude.\n\nMaeve eventually sets down her utensils and delicately dabs at her face with her napkin before laying it beside her plate. She produces her wand from somewhere with the flick of a wrist, and begins gesturing idly with it as she speaks. "I've arranged for you to stay in a room in the Stormhold girls' dormitory tower just below mine." You wonder how she arranged that in the few hours since you met her with apparently not having much time alone to contact a teacher or anything, but you guess the answer must be 'magic'. "It's only semi-private, but rather better than sharing with three or five other girls would be. Your roommate will be Erika Klein."\n\nMaeve's pretty face turns solemn. "Much like you, Erika is a good friend, Layla." Translation: A very useful subordinate that Maeve is personally grooming. "So I expect the two of you to get along quite well." Translation: She's for conspiring with, not for bullying.\n\n<hr>\n\n[[Continue.|Aspareth4x7]]

Something tells you that this is a bad idea, and you find yourself yanking your hand back from the cookie a little too vehemently. Trying to keep your inexplicable nervousness out of your voice, you say, "Y'know what, um, I just realized I've had way too much sugar lately, probably oughtta cut back, thanks anyway." You turn and quickly hurry back towards the door.\n\nYou hear the sudden and surprisingly loud sound of fingers snapping and jerk to a stop. As in, you actually find yourself unable to take another step forward. Your eyes widen as you try to force yourself to move, but the only way that seems to work is to turn around and face back towards Tandy, who's coming out from around the counter and shaking her head. "Tsk tsk tsk. I thought I'd done a better job programming than that. Still, as you'll notice, I put in some safeties."\n\n"W-what're you talking about?!" you demand, still struggling to, well, struggle. "What've you done to me?!"\n\n"I think it's obvious that I've made you obedient," she replies with a smile. "Normally you'd be completely under when you obeyed me, but I can make your body compliant even if your personality isn't. Oh, don't believe me?" she says in an innocent tone, one hand to her cheek and head tilted to the side as you glare at her. Then she smiles. "Cyan, pee yourself."\n\n"WHAT?! No way I'd-!" Your indignant reply cuts off and your face pales a little as you hear the sound of a stream of piss hitting the inside of jeans as much as feel the warmth and wetness spreading across your crotch and down your thighs.\n\n"You see? Your subconscious mind and your body obey me without hesitation, even if you currently have the illusion of free will. Kneel down please. Hm, actually I suppose this could be a good experiment too," she muses as you find yourself going to your knees in the puddle you've made, Tandy doing an almost absentminded glance towards the entry of the store before shifting her dress to the side and fishing out a long, thick cock. Your eyes widen again at the sight of it, a faint trickle of memory hitting you as she strokes it to full erection. "You should still be programmable even while entirely conscious. But I'll get to that in a moment. First," she coos, stepping close and resting her long, thick member along your face. "I'd like you to spend awhile sucking my balls."\n\n"I'm not gonna-" This time your protest is cut off by you filling your own mouth with part of her sack, your tongue and lips eagerly going to work sucking and licking at one of her large testicles even as you try to pull your head back. Instead you're treated to Tandy moaning and cooing happily as you work your mouth over various parts of her silk-smooth ballsack, flicking your tongue along the heavy orbs. At her next command you pull back and open your mouth, and she rests both hands on your head before sliding her cock between your lips and then down your throat. You expect to gag as she does, but it's like your body just naturally accepts her without complaint, even as your slender throat bulges out visibly with the outline of her girth. All you can do is look up at her, past the full expanse of her boobs to her smiling face framed by the brim of that witch's hat as she starts throatfucking you.\n\n"Mmm, there we go," she coos, sighing happily at the feeling of your throat squeezing around her. "Now for some orders. First of all, you're not going to tell anyone about this in any fashion. Any time you would have the chance to, the idea won't even occur to you," she says in a rather breathy voice, indignation stoking in you at the very idea. Then she continues, "Second of all, you're going to find it intensely, intensely pleasurable to have my cock in your mouth."\n\nYour eyes suddenly roll up in your head as an orgasm rolls through you from the feeling of her cock stretching out your throat. You twitch, your hands coming up to rest on her thighs even without orders, the gesture more worshipful than anything else. Your pussy starts adding a not insignificant amount of girlcum to the piss already soaking your panties and jeans as you climax again and again from having Tandy rape your mouth, your eyes practically showing white as her girth stretches out your lips. When she finally cums deep down your throat you orgasm so hard you almost pass out, your whole world going white as you cum harder than you've ever imagined in your life. You're disoriented and feeling slightly empty as she pulls her cock out, wiping it on your face before she steps back.\n\n"Alright then," Tandy chirps, readjusting her dress to once more cover her gradually softening cock. "Now, get the mop out of the closet and clean that puddle up, then you can go home."\n\n"W-... wha...?" you ask, trying to focus in again.\n\n"I said, clean up your pee and then go home. I'm done with you for now. But feel free to come back whenever you like for another throatfucking," she says with a giggle, sashaying back towards the counter. "Of course, I'll probably also reprogram you some more. Who knows what changes I'll make? I could do practically anything to you. But then again... while I was doing it, you'd get to cum like that again."\n\nA shudder runs through you just at the memory, swallowing hard and feeling your sodden pussy twitch beneath your cooling, soaked clothes.\n\n<hr>\n[[Leave.|GGCandy]]\n\n[[Beg for some clean clothes first.|GGCandy]]

"I don't see myself ditching out on you just because of that. I mean it's not really your fault what sort of family you were born into," you answer slowly. "Does Mom know?"\n\n"I'm not sure," Tsubasa answers with a frown. "We haven't really brought it up so I'm not sure if 'kaasan ever told her. I mean again, it's not like we're really Yakuza or anything just... a little... organized crime-y," she adds lamely.\n\n"... Have I mentioned how good your English is?" you respond with a grin. "Miss Crime-y?" Then you laugh as she pelts you with a pillow, the discussion devolving into a brief wrestling match.\n\nDeciding not to dwell on it, you shift talk back to movies once the two of you are finished play-fighting, and eventually both of you retire to your beds. The next morning after you've showered and dressed, and the two of you have had breakfast at a small diner near the school, Tsubasa suggests going to a nearby arcade. It's one of those slightly upscale ones, which has a bar attached to it... technically the bar and arcade are separate, allowing people of any age to enter the arcade despite not being able to go through the archway into the bar proper. Thinking that sounds like a great idea, the two of you head out and eventually step into the slightly trying-too-hard-to-be-refined interior of the arcade. Tsubasa pays for a pair of all-day-play cards, and the two of you set to trying to beat each other at various competitive games and beat various cooperative games together.\n\nIt's afternoon and the two of you are in a set of racecar cabinets, careening around the track, when someone leans in between the two cabinets with her arms resting atop them. Her hair is dyed an obviously artificial shade of blonde, cut short on the sides and back but left long enough at the bangs to drape over one side of her face to just past her nose, covering one eye, though both are technically already covered by square blue sunglasses. You can tell she's Japanese though by the color of her skin and the set of her face, though she's also tall and has a pair of knockout boobs apparently hanging loose in her half-unbuttoned red silk shirt beneath a black sports jacket. (Geez, you thought Asian girls were supposed to be on the small side, this chick's at least as big as Tsubasa, maybe bigger.) She's also wearing several fancy gold necklaces, an expensive watch, and sharply-cut slacks, and a pair of very expensive-looking and highly polished shoes.\n\n"I see you're spending your time studying in America productively, hime-sama," she says with a smirk, glancing into Tsubasa's cabinet.\n\n"It's summer, Akiko, school doesn't actually start for another two months," Tsubasa replies in an overly calm tone without taking her eyes off the video screen... in other words, broadcasting 'go away' waves as hard as possible.\n\n"Whew, not that I ever went, but Americans sure do get a lot of time off, huh?" The blonde... the aforementioned Akiko, apparently... turns her head and smirks at you instead. "And this must be the sister. Whew, what a resemblence, we got you properly tanned up a bit and put you in some sunglasses, bet you could pass as our princess. She tell you about-"\n\n"I explained the basics, so do you mind?" Tsubasa says, tension now leaking into her controlled tone. "If you're going to insist on being here could you at least go sit on the other side of the arcade?"\n\n"So cold, hime-sama." Snorting, Akiko glances at your sister, then looks back at you. "How 'bout you, 'Merican neesan, what do you think of Tsubasa's connections, hm?"\n\n<hr>\n[["None of my business."|GGParent]]\n\n[["Fuck off."|GGParent]]\n\n[["So hey, while you're here..."|GGParent6x3]]

"Uh, are you saying..." You blink slowly. "Tsubasa, are you saying that your dad is in the Yakuza?"\n\n"..." Tsubasa is quiet for a moment as she slips her feet into the sweatpants and pulls them up under the towel, tugging them into place before dropping the towel. Still facing away from you, she tugs on her shirt and pulls it down until it covers the tattoo, then sighs as she turns around and sits down as well. "Yes and no."\n\n"There's a middle ground between being in the Yakuza and not being in the Yakuza?" you ask suspiciously.\n\n"It's sort of like the Yakuza but it's not really one of the actual clans," she says slowly, resting her hands on the edge of the bed. "My family's very powerful and very well-connected to every part of society, sort of. And I don't really like it, and one of the reasons I decided to go to school in America for awhile is to get some distance from it. But I guess it's how I grew up so yeah, I did some things like getting the tattoo. I really don't want to get too much into it, but I guess it's probably better to be up front about it."\n\n"I mean... am I gonna get dragged into shit?" you ask with a frown. "Is my mom or dad?"\n\n"No no," she answers, raising her hand to wave them a little. "That shouldn't happen at all. After all it's not like there's a rival clan or anything in Deviville, and I'm just here to go to school, nothing else." She pauses, then sighs again. "Though you'll probably bump into Akiko eventually." Before you can ask, she continues with, "She's sort of my bodyguard. I really tried to talk my family out of sending her, but they insisted."\n\n"So what, is she super uptight and overprotective or something...?"\n\nThat makes Tsubasa laugh a bit bitterly. "Yeah, if only! No, she's a huge bitch with no respect for anyone, but I guess she's really good at her job so here she is." She's quiet, eyes downcast, then looks back up at you. "Look, I understand if you maybe want to go home, and never see me again after this. I won't get upset or blame you. But... I promise I'm not a criminal myself, okay? I've never stolen anything or hurt anyone. I really just want to live a normal life without having to put up with that bullshit, and I'm... I'm really hoping my sister can be part of that life."\n\n<hr>\n[[Stay.|GGParent6x2]]\n\n[[Go home.|GGParent]]

You glance upward, watching the flashes and flickers of color in the sky. The fireworks are still booming and crackling along, but who knows for how much longer? It's not just the monsterfied people that are your enemy, it's time, and if you're going to save everybody, you have to take risks.\n\nEasing through the window and moving to sit on the ledge facing out, you take a few deep breaths. 'Okay, okay, just gotta land right, just gotta land and bend my legs properly to absorb the impact, it'll be fine, it's not that far,' you assure yourself, before shoving away from the window frame. You manage to stay properly upright, landing on your feet with the intent to move and maybe roll.\n\nDespite the intense, white-out slam of pain through your body, you can still hear the loud snap and a few smaller snaps. You let out a scream as you topple over, biting back any further wailing even as you sob, wanting to clutch yourself and roll around in agony, but moving anything at all just hurts too much, almost as much as the first impact. Instead you lay trembling, your sobs turning into mewls of misery as you sprawl in place.\n\n"Aw hell. Fucksakes, Holly, a broken leg and feet isn't exactly sexy, y'know?"\n\nSniffling, you lift your head, staring up at Tanya who's looking down at you with an expression that could almost be called 'sympathetic' despite her demonic features. You can't think of anything to say, and you're too absorbed in your pain to say it even if you could.\n\nAfter a few seconds, Tanya lets out a long sigh, folding her arms under her large red breasts. "Well I guess technically this is my win, but fuck if this isn't possibly the most unsatisfying moment of my life right after losing my virginity. Fifth graders have no idea what they're doing," she adds in a mutter as she looks down at you. "No... no, let's not end it here," she continues, snapping her fingers.\n\nYou gasp loudly as the pain just... goes away, the sudden cessation of the agony looping around into something almost like pleasure that leaves you quivering on the ground in another way for a second. Tentatively, you move your leg, then wiggle your toes, before slowly getting to your feet. "You... healed me?"\n\n"Look I was hoping you'd lose in some interesting way, y'know, getting raped, tee-effed, vored, something like that, not breaking a fucking bone jumping out a window," she says flatly, something about her disappointment almost enough to make you ashamed despite the absurdity of that. Then her expression turns more thoughtful. "Tell you what... let's make a new deal."\n\n"A... new deal?"\n\n"Yeah. Let's say that I'll give you three 'Get Out of Bad End' cards. Well, this just used up one, so I guess two," Tanya says with a smirk, holding up two fingers and wiggling them... the same two fingers she put inside you earlier, which makes you blush. "If you get into any situation you think you can't handle, just call my name and I'll negate it, and you can continue on. If you have one or even both left and you actually get to Deviville, I'll throw in some bonus rewards besides giving you control of your soul back."\n\n"And what happens if I use them both up before I get back to Deviville?" you ask dubiously.\n\n"The original deal, you go free, everyone else here thinks they just had a weird trip. This is a bonus on top of that."\n\n"... And if I use them up and then don't get back to Deviville? If I do get... bad ended and turned into something?" you prompt slowly.\n\nTanya seems to think that over for a few moments... then smiles, though despite it still being wicked and plotting, there's something a bit different about it before. "You have to fall in love with me."\n\n"W-... what?" you squeak.\n\n"I mean, I already have control of your soul so I could make you do things, warp your body and mind, and you might become infatuated with me or worship me or whatever as whatever I turned you into, but true love enchantments don't work unless they're taken willingly. That's the deal for you getting these extra chances... if you lose even though I've given them, you agree to fall in love with me, not just serve me. We have a deal?" Tanya says, her tone slightly more urging than before.\n\n<hr>\n[[Yes.|HolJuly]]\n\n[[No.|HolJuly]]\n\n[[... <i>Never</i>.|HolJuly]]

Wait a second, you're only on the second floor! And unless Tanya's actually sealed the windows shut...\n\nYou walk over, turning the latches, and hauling up on the bottom of the window... and almost stumble at how easy it is to slide up, not even the usual creaky resistance an old window that hasn't been opened in a long time should have. Trying not to feel too suspicious of that, you lean out and look down.\n\nIt looks like whatever reality-warping has gone on, you're still just on the second floor. You look down at the side of the house... not a ton of potential hand and footholds, but enough that you could definitely give it a try to climb down. And the ground below looks like it's mostly pretty soft dirt and grass, so it shouldn't be <i>too</i> bad if you fall.\n\n... On the other hand, climbing down would leave you awfully exposed, and you don't just mean turning your practically bare ass outwards towards the entire farm. It's pretty clear that the other guests who have been changed are now potentially predators as well as victims, and you could wind up attracting their attention with how long it would take you to climb down. Maybe... maybe it would actually be better to risk it and jump? It's not <i>that</i> far, right? You probably jumped down further than this from trees when you were a kid...\n\n... right?\n\n<hr>\n[[Climb down.|HolJuly5x1]]\n\n[[Jump.|HolJuly4x2]]

You set off towards Deviville mall, wondering why they even bothered revamping all those outside storefronts anyway. The Rolling Hills Mall is a sprawling complex that's growing all the time, and practically everyone in town goes there all the time. (Which may explain why it's lost some of its luster for you, but hey. When in doubt, go with what works.)\n\nIt's not all that far or difficult of a walk, as you try to keep semi-active despite your preference for a computer chair and a bag of cheetos. The big dark shiny building is a tad unaesthetic, intended to be modular to allow for further expansions. You and your friends have occasionally referred to it as 'Borg Mall', since it looks like a bunch of cubes of various sizes stuck together over time with a black exterior.\n\nStill, it's generally divided up into four sections that branch off from roughly the center, where you enter it. Now, which way to go...?\n\n<hr>\n[[North Wing.|GGMNStart]]\n\n[[South Wing.|GGMSWStart]]\n\n[[East Wing.|GGMEStart]]\n\n[[West Wing.|GGMWStart]]

"Uh, sorry, I've never been a hostage before," you reply. "I'm not sure of the etiquette. Is there a pamphlet or something?"\n\nSome of the other hostages near you make choking noises, and you're not entirely sure if they're repressing laughter or the urge to strangle you. Little Joke and Dark Comedy, on the other hand, know exactly which reaction to pick. Dark Comedy starts cackling, letting out a long stream of rather depraved laughter while Little Joke whoops and clutches her stomach, bending over as she's wracked with giggles. It would be a great time to try something, if their rather (ironically) humorless mooks didn't still have everyone at gunpoint. \n\n"Hoo, that's grim," Dark Comedy says as he finishes his laugh, making a show of wiping a thumb under each eye. "Not bad, not bad. I like you, girly, c'mere." He beckons with his gun, and you exchange a quick glance with the very worried-looking Molly before standing up and moving over towards the black-clad jester. He throws one arm around your shoulders and starts gesturing grandly with the other one... the one holding the gun. You try not to wince whenever it passes within a few inches of your head (or his own). "See, girly, you get it. The world's a dark, fucked-up place. Everywhere every moment, unimaginable evil is happening, the sort of stuff a cute little girl from Deviville... it's Deviville, right?" he interrupts himself, glancing at you.\n\n"Uh, yeah," you murmur, blinking in surprise.\n\n"A cute little girl from Deviville like you would never even hear of normally. And yet even while people are being tortured to death for the most trivial reasons that you could conceive of, people sit around and laugh at some millionaire actor making a fool of himself!" Dark Comedy grins at you and taps the side of his head with the side of his gunbarrel. "Sometimes it's the people in the first world nations that laugh as the people in the third world die, sometimes it's the other way around! The trick is to realize that as long as someone, somewhere is laughing, why, it must <i><b>all</b></i> be funny! That's why I'm always laughing," he adds, grinning wider than it seems should be humanly possible. "So that everything's a joke." He whips you around to face towards him, his hands on your shoulders, still grinning. "You get me, girly?"\n\nYou stare at him, not sure what to say. But then you catch movement, a rush of color that's speeding right towards the window, that you can just vaguely make out as human-shaped.\n\n<hr>\n[[Hit the deck.|FemPalplaceholder]]\n\n[["Look out!"|FemPal2x3]]

Hmmmm, having a Slime to command could be very useful. Grinning, you begin altering and transforming the energy of Leslie's soul in such a way that it essentially starts to melt. Her eyes roll up in her head and her tongue juts out, her moans and cries turning into throaty, wet "Hk! Hgk!" noises as the change begins. \n\nYour hips slamming into her ass begin to send far more noticeable jiggles of impact through it, which gradually begin to spread further and further through her body. Her front sags against the surface of the table further and further, until you can see her cheek, chest, and belly starting to flatten out against it some. Her skin turns a bright pink color, spreading out from where your blue cock is pounding her up the ass with squishier, wetter noises every time. You pull out of her ass, stroking yourself a few times, then reposition at her pussy and push in, feeling her substance squelch open around you, her slit now just a molded pink exterior leading to a gooey mass inside.\n\nAs her hair turns pink and starts to meld with her head, you release her arms, watching as they soak through her shirt and begin to meld with her back. Grabbing her hips, your fingers sinking about halfway into them, you lean back and look down past your tits to see the dark outline of your cock gradually becoming visible as it pumps away inside her. Her feet have already melted into indistinct masses pooled on the floor at the end of what looks more like a pair of bottom-heavy pseudopods than legs. The moment you thrust deep into her and give a moan of release, pouring your load into her body with a faintly visible slowly-spreading cloud, her body loses all cohesion and turns into a quivering pile of pink goo resting half atop the table and half running down onto the floor.\n\nYou draw back, taking a moment to relieve yourself of your jeans and the remnants of your shirt, then idly stroke your cock as you watch the pile of goo blurble and slowly spread across the tabletop and drip onto the floor. Eventually, it completely slides onto the floor, leaving the soaked shirt and shreds of shorts behind as it pulls together and forms into a sphere roughly the size of one of those bouncy exercise balls, before half-rolling half-skating across the concrete to you. Grinning at the mindless ooze's instinctive acknowledgement of you as its creator, you settle to your knees and grab hold of its sides. Its surface is relatively firm, like the outside of a water balloon, but your cock pushes into it fairly easily as you penetrate its substance. No real need for anything else... it will feel just as good for you and for it to fuck any random point on the sphere as if it had formed a pussy or ass for you to fuck.\n\nYou pump away with your hips, making pleased noises low in your throat at the sucking, gooey, slightly warm feel of the slime's substance slurping around your cock as you fuck the sphere that just moments ago was Cyan's friend Leslie. Your blue tits bounce and your tail thrashes back and forth as you use the mindless demon creature as a sex toy, your balls slapping against the slightly wobbly surface each time, until finally you unleash another cloud of cum into it, the stuff quickly absorbed by the slime.\n\nStraightening up, you set out for the stairs, the slime sphere rolling along behind you like an obedient dog. You make your way back into the mansion proper, easily able to see the auras of two human souls through the various walls. You slip to one side of the doorway, peering in. Both boys... "Jack" and "Kev", according to the human Cyan's memories... are standing close together. Excellent! You look at the slime, exerting a greater force of will over it, essentially turning it into little more than an extension of yourself. You cause it to expand out some, becoming larger by spreading its substance a bit thinner, then send it rolling forward into the room, extending pseudopods as it goes.\n\nBoth mortals look up, freezing for a moment in pure shock, giving the slime ample time to grab them, wrapping tendrils around their midsections and binding their arms to their sides. They cry out in fear as the slime yanks them through the air to splat against its surface, which slowly sucks them inside. It turns them back to back, sunk into its substance up to their elbows, then begins dissolving their clothing as you retract your will and let its instinct take over. Both boys squirm and writhe in its grip as their clothes disintegrate, their lower bodies more fully outlined through the pink slime, before they both cry out. You grin, seeing the way that the outline of their asscheeks has been spread apart, the darkened silhouettes of their cocks slowly rising to attention as the slime sucks on them as well.\n\n"Well, boys, I suppose now I need to decide what to do with you," you muse as you saunter into the room, idly stroking your own cock as you circle around them, watching both mortals get assfucked and sucked off by the orb of ooze surrounding their lower bodies. You stop in front of Jack, the well-toned one, and put your hand on the back of his head, hauling him forward until you can shove your cock past his lips and down his throat, listening to him quag on it and start moaning around it as the slime continues to stimulate him. The combination of yours and the slime's demonic lust auras soon has him gulping and licking at your long blue shaft as you slowly facefuck him, even as his eyes fixed on your face show a mingling of terror and disgust at being forced to suck a demon's dick.\n\nNow, what to do with these two? you muse as you watch both of them release spreading clouds of cum into your slime.\n\n<hr>\n[[Let the slime absorb them.|GGHHPlaceholder]]\n\n[[Let the slime keep feeding off them.|GGHHPlaceholder]]\n\n[[Make more slimes.|GGHHPlaceholder]]

"I guess," you say dubiously, your expression making it clear you don't really expect to see anything. \n\n"Aw, c'mon. Even if I'm wrong and he doesn't show, the Jorgenson Building has a great view of the city, you'll love it!"\n\nAccepting that reasoning, you let Molly tell the cab driver where to go. Once there, the two of you stash your bags in some lockers in the lobby and head up to the observation deck. As the elevator allows you to disembark, you have to admit that the view is definitely worth the side-trip all on its own... Palladium City is ultra-modern and very clean, laid out around you with clean streets and gleaming silvery buildings like some sort of high-tech circuit board.\n\nMolly's in the midst of pointing out various sites to you when the elevator dings open again behind you.\n\n"Nobody moooove!"\n\nMere moments later everyone on the observation deck is sitting on the floor, huddled together, some sniffling or sobbing as the jester-themed goons pace around and make sure they've gotten everyone. They seem to be taking directions from a man in an all-black jester's costume, his face painted grey instead of the traditional white. Next to him is a woman in a similar outfit, though hers is a shiny skintight bodysuit patterned in black and dark red, her face white with dramatic black accents, her long black hair done in two long ponytails to serve instead of a hat.\n\n"Great idea, Mols," you mutter, receiving a rueful wince in reply. "So where's the City Guard?"\n\n"I dunno," she whispers in reply. "Maybe he's off at some other crime, or Dark Comedy and Little Joke are trying to lure him into a trap and he already knows it..."\n\n"Hey, shaddup over there!" the woman (Little Joke, apparently) calls in a thick New York accent. She juts out one hip, resting a hand on it, the other aiming her very large handgun in your general direction. "What's so worth yappin' about when yer a hostage, anyhoo?"\n\n<hr>\n[[Make an excuse.|FemPalladium2x2]]\n\n[[Just stay quiet.|FemPalladium]]\n\n[[Try to turn Little Joke against Dark Comedy.|FemPalladium8x1]]

You nibble your lower lip and squirm a bit at the view, but decide ultimately that maybe the best thing to do is to go back to bed... for now. Drawing away from the window, but unable to help giving a few more backward glances, you head back up the stairs and flop into bed, trying to settle your thick jumble of thoughts and sleep.\n\nBy the time you wake up in the morning, your mother has already left for work. You suppose she's probably doing her best to feel normal... and yet you don't doubt that as she sits in her office, wearing one of her casual but attractive suits, she's probably finding her thoughts dwelling on last night, on the feeling of being on her hands and knees in the back yard as an animal's prick pounded into her. Does her face flush with shame? Do her panties get soaked? Probably both, you think, since that's sort of what's happening to you right now. Eventually you hear her car pulling into the drive... a bit earlier than usual... and head down the stairs, seeing her as she comes in.\n\n"Oh, Cyan, hello," she says with slightly forced casualness, giving you a smile. You probably wouldn't even know anything was off if you didn't, well, know.\n\n"Hey Mom." You let her set down her bag and start heading for the kitchen before you add, "So, uh... I saw you. Last night."\n\nShe freezes in place in the entry to the kitchen. Then your mother slowly turns around to face you. Her mouth opens a few times, but every time she closes it without saying anything. Finally, she folds her arms over her chest and nods slowly. "Alright. Obviously it would be ridiculous to ask what you're talking about or anything like that, and... you were honest with me, so I suppose it would be awful of me as a mother to repay that with lies."\n\n"I guess you got curious, huh?" You can't help but grin, just a bit, as you walk over to her. "After everything I said. Then you saw that stray in the back yard and couldn't help yourself?"\n\n"... That's pretty much it, yes," she admits with a bob of the head. "Just the... arousal radiating from you when you talked about what happened in the dog park, the shuddery thrill of remembered pleasure in your voice when you talked about being mounted, I... couldn't get it out of my head. When I saw that dog, I... I thought I'd just try it, just once, I made so many excuses, but once it was on top of me... ... in me... all of it melted away into... lust." She puts a hand to her blushing face, then shakes her head. "I really don't know what to say."\n\n<hr>\n[[Suggest continuing the original deal.|GGDog]]\n\n[[Suggest buying a dog. Or dogs.|GGDog15x4]]\n\n[[Suggest exploring more exciting perversions.|GGDog]]

You, similarly, feel like it would be kind of lame to get out of the car, hand her a bag, and get right back in the car. What are you, a DoorDash driver? "Sure, thanks," you answer, following her as she turns and walks back into the house. ... Damn, you hope your ass looks as good in jeans, even if it's nowhere near as big as hers.\n\n"My husband's out checking the fences," Mara notes idly as she leads you into the kitchen and takes an actual pitcher of lemonade to pour you a glass. "In case you were wondering who the other truck belongs to," she adds, grinning as she sets the glass on the table in front of you. For the first time you notice that she is in fact wearing a wedding ring. Oho. Even more intriguing. She grins as she pours herself a glass and sits down at the table as well. "There's actually a third, but our son's off at school right now. You'll get used to damn near everybody driving a truck around here, or an SUV."\n\n"Uh-huh," you murmur, turning over what you've learned. \n\n"Hmmm? Something on your mind?"\n\n<hr>\n[["Jasmine said I should help you out with anything if you need it."|MeanFarm]]\n\n[["Shame about not meeting your husband."|MeanFarm]]\n\n[["So when's your son get home?"|MeanFarm]]\n\n[["Does your husband know about you fucking Jasmine?"|MeanFarm]]

"Fine, fine, I'm getting up," you grumble, suppressing the urge to 'spend your allowance immediately', as it were. Jasmine leaves, and you get up and get dressed... ugh, flannel. Like, it's designer flannel, but still, <i>flannel</i>.\n\nLuckily Jasmine at least gives you breakfast first (even if it's sort of pathetic by your standards) and none of the work she sets you to is <i>too</i> onerous, though you object on principle to doing any work at all (at least internally). You're rich and pretty, rich and pretty people don't <i>work</i>, they become famous for inexplicable reasons and are given reality shows and eat out for free! At least that's the way the world is supposed to work according to what you know of it. \n\nAbout the time you're finishing up filling yet another water trough, Jasmine walks up, jingling a set of car keys in her hand. "I assume you know how to drive already?"\n\n"Yeees?" you reply, frowning. You already went through that utterly annoying class so that you could be ready for your own convertible for your sixteenth birthday. Which happened right as you were getting shipped out here, so no doubt that beautiful top-of-the-line thing is sitting at home just waiting for you to get done with this nonsense.\n\n"Mara forgot her bag here last night and it's got some papers she needs in it. I already tossed it in the truck, and since you're not doing much around here anyway, you can drive it over to her." She tosses you the keys, which you somehow manage to catch. "Just head down to the road proper and turn left, her place is about ten miles down the way and the first turn-off you'll see. Drop it off, and I guess help her out with anything if she needs it, then come right back."\n\n"Fiiiine," you huff, heading back towards the house. You're not exactly thrilled that your first solo driving experience is going to be her beat-up old... ... huh it's actually just dirty it's actually really super nice once you're inside. It's got a GPS dash and everything. ... Well whatever it's still a truck. You mostly don't have any problems with getting it in gear and turning it around, heading back towards the road. Gosh Jasmine lives out in the middle of nowhere for <i>real</i>, who wants to do that?! But a few minutes later you've arrived at the road proper, which is kind-of-sort-of paved even if it's just asphalt and pretty beat-up.\n\n<hr>\n[[Turn left for Mara's.|MeanFarm8x3]]\n\n[[Turn right for FREEDOOOOOOM!|MeanFarm]]

... Yeah kinda comes back to that whole "grand theft auto" thing. (You feel like you've heard that term in another context but you're not sure. Probably some nerd thing.) Sighing, you turn onto the pathetic excuse for a road and head left. \n\nIt takes awhile but eventually you spot the turn-off and gate, and head down the packed-earth drive towards Mara's. It looks... pretty much the same to you. Like yes, the house has a completely different look to it but it's a farmhouse so it's <i>obviously</i> the same. You notice there are already two trucks parked, which makes you a bit curious, but you just snag the leather messenger bag sitting in the passenger's seat and climb out.\n\nMara's already stepping out onto the porch, smiling more pleasantly than Jasmine's usual smirks at least. "Thanks, hon, 'preciate it," she says as she takes the bag from you and tucks it under one arm. "You wanna come in for a minute, have something to drink? Not exactly a <i>long</i> drive, I know, but I hate to turn someone right around when they just stepped out of the car."\n\n<hr>\n[["Sure."|MeanFarm8x4]]\n\n[["Better not."|MeanFarm9x1]]

Smug with your new knowledge, you decide to go back to bed rather than pushing it any farther. Now that you have something to throw in Jasmine's face once she really aggravates you, you no longer feel the need to rebel for the sake of rebellion.\n\nIn the morning, you whine in annoyance as the covers are yanked off of you. "Hey, cute lingerie, but you'll want to change into something a little more work-appropriate," Jasmine says smugly as she claps her hands. "C'mon, up, up, up! Time to get to work! Lots to do on a farm and it's not getting done with you laying there in bed in your pretty purple panties!"\n\n<hr>\n[["Oh, shut up, you perverted dyke."|MeanFarm]]\n\n[["... Fine."|MeanFarm8x2]]

It would be very, very easy to get swept away on an offer like <i>that</i>, and you almost find yourself shoving down your pants before your brain kicks back into gear. Instead you put your hands on her shoulders. "Whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa!" And then, before she can think it's a rejection, lean in, giving her a kiss on the lips, holding it for several moments before pulling back and grinning. "Ease up, okay?"\n\n"S-sorry." Her face is brick red as she squirms. You realize now that she's only wearing a t-shirt, probably so she could lean to the side when she opened the door... below the waist she's naked, with little glistening trails running down her inner thighs. "I, um... I guess I got like... really carried away. ... Sorry."\n\n"Nah, it's cool. I definitely wanna fuck you," you add with a near-purr, seeing her shiver as you lean in to kiss her jaw. Then you straighten up. "But first there's something I need to tell you about, 'Kay?"\n\n"Er, okay." She nods, looking confused and a little worried, but turning to head into the living room. You enjoy the view of her pert ass on display as she moves to settle down on the couch, you sitting down on the nearby armchair. "What's up?"\n\n"Yesterday I kinda found out that when we were in the woods, someone sort of... well, saw us."\n\n"Oh <i>shit</i>!" she groans, putting her hands to her face. She's a little pale and panic-eyed as she looks back up at you. "Did they tell anyone? Did they tell your parents or something? Are they-"\n\n"Easy, easy!" You hold up your hands, gesturing for calm. "No, they didn't tell anyone, as far as I know."\n\n"Oh thank God." Leslie slumps back against the couch, then frowns. "Who the hell was out in the woods?"\n\n"... Okay, so, bear with me." You rub the back of her neck. "... She's a werewolf."\n\n"... What kind of joke is that?" Leslie asks flatly, frowning at you.\n\n"No, I'm serious. She's apparently an honest-to-God werewolf. Gets furry, goes down on all fours, the whole shebang."\n\n"And she... showed you this?" Leslie asks, tone dubious. Her obvious sincerity and skepticism is somewhat undermined by still being bottomless, you have to admit.\n\n"Wellll no," you admit, then seeing her roll her eyes you add, "Listen, I saw her <i>eyes glow</i>, okay? And she growls. It's not some lame throat noise, it's a real, actual growl. I know that may not seem like much but when you see her you'll understand why I-"\n\n"Wait wait, see her?" Leslie's eyes narrow, then widen. "Shit, Cyan, did you invite her <i>here</i>?!"\n\n"Uh... yeah?" you admit sheepishly.\n\n"She could be a psycho killer! If she thinks she's a werewolf, she's definitely psycho!" Leslie jumps to her feet. "Cyan, we've gotta... get out of here, or call the cops, or something!"\n\n<hr>\n[[Let her.|GGWW]]\n\n[[Call off the meeting to calm her down.|GGWW]]\n\n[[Convince her to trust you.|GGHH12x8]]

"Could I tell Leslie about you?" you ask, then blush a little. "I mean, y'know... since you saw her and... think she's cute..."\n\n"Heh. Sounds good to me, kid," Grey replies with a wink. "Knock yourself out, I don't mind. In fact, give me a shout when you're ready to tell her, I'll head that way. I'll turn up and maybe see where getting all three of us together goes." With that she ducks and slips out of the window, dropping out of sight.\n\n"... Whew," you think, shaking your head. Then jump as there's a call of 'Cyan!' from the stairs, making you go scrambling for your jeans. \n\nThe next morning you're not too surprised to get a text from Leslie around ten-thirty, a simple 'Hey Cy, s'up?'\n\n'Not much, you?'\n\n'Same. \nActually, my mom's gotta go check on a family member out of town, and she's gonna be gone until at least tomorrow night.\nYou wanna maybe come over?\nSpend the night or something?'\n\nGrinning at her not-so-subtle eagerness, you type back 'Sure, I'll ask and then probably be over in like half an hour, let you know if anything changes that.'\n\n'Cool.'\n\nYou confirm with your parents that it will be fine for you to spend the night at Leslie's (though you do kind of leave out that her mom won't be there), before heading back to your room to throw some things in a bag. Pausing in the midst of it, you text the new contact in your phone. 'Hey Grey.'\n\n'sup kid'\n\n'Leslie's asking me to spend the night at her place because her mom won't be around.'\n\n'lucky you\ngo get that pussy'\n\nSnorting a bit, you type back, 'I'm probably gonna tell her about you. You wanna come over too?'\n\n'ye sure send me the address and ill be there in awhile'\n\nYou kind of wonder how she manages to get all that past the autocorrect. Maybe she turned hers off. Finishing your overnight packing, you shoulder the backpack and set off. You arrive fairly promptly at Leslie's and hit the doorbell, though the door is opening almost as you press it. "Oh, hey Cyan!" Leslie says in an attempt at being casual, though she's almost vibrating with excitement. "C'mon in."\n\n"Thanks." You follow her in, turning as she closes the door, then giving a little 'Mmf!' as she practically tackles you against the wall, her mouth going hungrily to yours while her hands run up and down your sides, the motion needful and eager, her body writhing gently against yours. You gasp a little as she breaks the kiss, then gasp again as she gives your tits a squeeze.\n\n"I spent all day yesterday thinking about you," Leslie whispers, her voice a sensual moan. "I don't care if it's too eager, I want you, I want you so bad, I want to lick your pussy, I want you to lick my pussy, let's fuck Cyan," she adds, almost moaning at the last words as she unbuttons your jeans and yanks them open in front to undo the zipper.\n\n<hr>\n[[Holy shit yeah okay.|GGWW]]\n\n[[Wait, there was a thing to tell her.|GGHH12x7]]

"I think we're building a kind of... casual thing," you answer, trying to judge the sense you'd gotten from Leslie earlier and not seeing anything to indicate she was in a hurry to start dating.\n\n"Fuckbuddies?"\n\n"Yeah, I guess," you answer with a shrug.\n\n"Good. Fuckbuddies is a lot of fun." Grey grins again, then stands up, shrugging out of her jacket and dropping it back on the bed, before walking over to you. "Fuckbuddies also isn't exclusive."\n\n"Er-" And before you can say anything more than that, she's leaning down and kissing you, her hands cupping your jaw and gently, but powerfully, pulling you deeper into the kiss. Your eyes widen... then quickly sink closed as she turns out to be a much, much better kisser than you are. Her tongue is in your mouth, and it feels like she's somehow very smoothly dominating you with it. Your body shudders, nipples going stiff and pussy moistening under your jeans as she swirls her tongue around yours, coaxing it into her mouth so she can suck on it some. Her lips drag along your tongue in a light suck as she pulls back, then she gives you that truly wolfish smirk before she sinks to her knees and starts to undo your jeans. "Uh, h-hey," you whisper hoarsely as she slides down the zipper. "My... my parents are downstairs..."\n\n"Guess that makes it a little dangerous, huh?" Grey laughs softly, leaning forward and closing her mouth over one of your nipples through your shirt, making you gasp as she sucks and washes her tongue over it, the sensation of dampening cotton being rubbed against your sensitive flesh by that agile tongue making you squirm. "You like danger, though, don't you? I think danger really gets you going. But what was it you said? 'Just say "stop" and I absolutely promise to stop'?" she adds teasingly, looking up at you, those wild yellow eyes fixing on yours as she hooks her fingers into the waistbands of your jeans and panties.\n\nYou swallow heavily... then lift your ass up off the chair. Grey gives a low, almost rumbling laugh and skins your pants down your legs quickly, leaving you in nothing but your t-shirt, your legs spreading and showing off your glistening sex the moment she's tossed them aside. "You were such a goodie, getting your girl off because she needed it, and not thinking about yourself," she almost coos as she leans in, kissing the front of your crotch and making you shiver. "I think you definitely deserve some consideration in return."\n\nYou can't help but gasp as she moves down and actually runs her tongue along your slit. Your hands tighten on the armrests of your chair as she begins moving that tongue with obviously well-practiced purpose, sliding it across your folds and teasing you open a bit repeatedly, expertly stoking your arousal higher and higher without ever slaking it a bit. Soon you're trembling, alternating tossing your head back and moaning (while doing your best to keep it muffled), while Grey alternates between closing her eyes to focus on tonguing your cunt or rolling them upward, those wolfish yellow eyes watching your face as you pant and give muffled whimpers at her attentions.\n\nYou cum almost instantly when she actually slides two fingers inside you, a small but very real orgasm that has you trembling just a little. But even though she can obviously tell, from the way her grin quirks a little bigger, Grey doesn't stop. She begins slowly working those fingers in and out of you, twisting her hand back and forth, curling her fingers, as if trying to seek out every part of the inside of your hot young pussy that makes you fight to bite back your cries. And while she's doing it, her tongue is busy working your clit, slow, almost languid rolls and flicks of her tongue that soon have you seeing stars.\n\n'A werewolf is giving me head while my parents are downstairs watching the news,' some slightly disconnected part of your mind thinks as your back arches hard and you cum, pussy clenching down hard on Grey's probing fingers. 'It's gonna be a wild summer.'\n\nOnce you're left a sweaty, trembling, panting pile of teenage girl in your computer chair, Sasha stands up, chuckling as she grabs her jacket and slings it over one shoulder. She fishes a card out of one of its pockets and tosses it on your desk. "Here's my number. Give me a call tomorrow, we'll have some <i>real</i> fun," she adds cheerfully as she moves back to the open window.\n\n"H-hey, Grey, wait a sec," you say as she starts to go. \n\n"Hm?" She pauses and glances over her shoulder at you.\n\n<hr>\n[["Can I tell Leslie?"|GGHH12x6]]\n\n[["Looking forward to it."|GGWW]]

You think it over, frowning. "Usually the person being challenged gets to pick weapons, right?"\n\n"S'right," Kama grunts with a nod.\n\n"Well if he picks unarmed, he'd have a huge advantage over the rest of us. He's got about a foot on even Kama, and with those teeth and claws he's got more natural weapons. What we need is another fighter who won't be unarmed even if he's not wielding weapons." You consider a bit more, then grin. "Meridia, you still have that spell you mentioned earlier memorized, yes?"\n\n"I mentioned several but I haven't changed my spells since we last planned, no," the witch answers, looking confused.\n\n"And you and Liyal both have plenty of buff spells memorized, right?" At their still uncomprehending nods, you grin at the planned challenger in question. "Alright, buddy, you're up."\n\nAs the casters finish up their little burst of chanting (and you trying not to stare, and Kama openly leering), the king calls, "ENOUGH! You have had enough time, present your challenger!"\n\nYou turn around to face him, nodding. "Your majesty, we wish to challenge you for the rule of the Beastmen! The one who fights you will be Wick of the Starless Night!"\n\nYou and the others step aside, allowing Wick to rise fully to his feet now that he only has two of them. Now over six feet tall, his body is layered with defined but sleek muscle beneath his raven black fur (due to a combination of Bull's Strength and Cat's Grace, since he was a fair bit on the more slender side before), a faint heat aura surrounding his hands. Since none of you exactly had anything to give him to wear, he's completely naked, his balls and sheath covered in the same deep black fur, and both having been rather enhanced by the Bull's Strength spell, if you're not mistaken. 'Geez, Meridia's familiar turned into quite the breeding stud,' you can't help but think, and notice that Meridia herself is looking at him proudly... and with nearly as much naked desire as Kama is.\n\n"Very well! Wick of the Starless Night! I am Rorn, King of the Beastmen!" The lion man tosses aside his cape as he descends the short flight of stairs from his throne, crossing to the open center of the chamber. "Let us face each other as the mother goddess intended, with fang and claw!"\n\n"Suits me," Wick replies, his voice even and soft as he steps forward, tail flicking lightly back and forth, remaining upright even as the lion man settles into a low hunch forward as if ready to pounce.\n\nAnd pounce he does, leaping towards Wick with claws extended and mouth open in a wide roar to show numerous sharp teeth. But the fox's already considerable dexterity enhanced by the Cat's Grace spell lets him nimbly slip forward and underneath the leap. As his claws slip from his fingertips they burst into flame, the quality of Rorn's roar changing as the blazing nails slash along his side, not only leaving light slashes but visible burns surrounding them. Rorn rolls to his feet and comes up, tail lashing angrily as his eyes narrow. Wick just smiles coolly as he circles around to the side, giving a shrug before displaying his flaming claws again.\n\nRorn is obviously powerful, and an old hand at fighting both with only his natural weapons and against opponents with magical abilities. After that first brush he's much more careful, not leaving himself as open when he makes an attack or going charging in nearly as much. As such you can tell that Wick is now a bit on the defensive, especially after taking several powerful blows and only able to deliver glancing, but obviously still painful, scratches with his enchanted claws. You nibble your lower lip worriedly, shifting in place as you wonder what will happen to the fox you've become rather attached to if he loses.\n\n"Heh, don't worry, girl," Kama mutters, apparently noticing your fidgeting. "That king must be older than he looks, he's already starting to lose his fire."\n\nYou glance at her, then look again. Rorn does seem to be moving slower, and his breathing is more labored. ... Actually, are his muscles a bit smaller than before as well? Curious, you turn to mention it to Meridia... and notice that her lips are just barely moving as she speaks in an effectively silent whisper, and her fingers flicking gently. Glancing back to the fight, you notice Wick deliver another glancing strike across Rorn's stomach... and the beastman king actually staggers a little, looking noticeably clumsier in his movements.\n\n'... Oh, right, high-level witches can deliver touch spells through their familiar,' you suddenly remember with a blink. You're pretty sure that counts as cheating in a one-on-one duel... or, wait, does it? It is effectively one of Wick's natural abilities as a familiar after all... the fact that he relies on Meridia to actually cast the spells might be considered incidental.\n\nWhile you're busy rules lawyering in your head, Wick apparently decides he's debuffed the king enough. He ducks a haymaker roughly as slow as a Valve coder's deadline and comes up, returning his own much faster, now probably more powerful punch right across the lion man's muzzle. Rorn hits the floor like a sack of dropped potatoes, thudding heavily and sprawling. He struggles a bit, obviously trying to get to his feet, only to finally settle his head to the floor and thump his hand against the stone twice.\n\nOne of the other beastmen from beside the throne steps forward, calmly walking over and slipping the crown from Rorn's head, and turning it to place it on Wick's instead, the fox's ears slipping through the top and perking back up as it settles into place. "All hail the new king," the official declares, with solemnity if not enthusiasm, varying levels of both sounding from the rest as they begin calling it out as well.\n\nOne side of his mouth quirked up in an amused grin, Wick turns and saunters back towards the rest of you, sauntering over, looking quite pleased with himself. Everything about his manner, his flitting tail, the swaggering walk that sets his balls to swaying and the light to glinting off his new crown, says he's entirely pleased with himself. Meridia looks exhausted but proud, Liyal looks somewhere between confusion and lust, and Kama just looks plain lustful as the fox-turned-foxman comes to a stop in front of you, looking down at you expectantly.\n\n<hr>\n[["Good job! Now give me the crown."|GGWar]]\n\n[["All hail King Wick!"|GGWar4x4]]

"Man I really don't wanna get stuck back in that server," you mutter, rubbing the back of your head. "Maybe it would be better to just get right to it, and show her what I'm made of."\n\n"I assure you that Mistress Cyan is fully aware of what you are made of, having designed your body herself. But very well, we will move directly to work," Mavis answers, a holographic screen appearing in front of you with a checklist. "There is an [[item of importance|Chocola]] she wishes retrieved from an influential organized crime boss, preferably without immediately alerting him that it was taken. There are [[schematics|Chocola]] being kept in an offline server that Mistress Cyan requires, you would need to infiltrate the facility and access them. Finally, there is [[another agent|Chocola]] who requires assistance, which would be valuable on multiple levels, I think."

"Gotta be plenty of people in that town looking to get off," you say breezily as Toren's face goes red and Tonya... well, doesn't change expression, pretty much as expected. "An easy, profitable way to earn the Dungeon some money without risking the valuable investment that is the two of you."\n\n"<i>Understood, my Lord,</i>" Tonya agrees gravely, while her brother still seems to be trying to process all various the emotions your recent statements have caused. "<i>Is there any specifics you wish to tell us?</i>"\n\n<hr>\n[["Toren, whore your sister out."|GGDungeon]]\n\n[["Tonya, whore your brother out."|GGDungeon]]\n\n[["Both of you whore it up."|GGDungeon]]

"Heeeey, hey, calm down," you murmur soothingly with a grin... then turn towards her, using a hand on her cheek to tilt her head up and press your lips to hers.\n\n"Mmf?!" Leslie goes a little stiff with shock... then relaxes as your tongue gently flicks across her lips. Her eyes sink closed as her lips part, letting your tongue slip into her mouth and coax hers into slow, tentative motion. You keep it up for a moment before pulling back, Leslie's eyes opening and her cheeks dark pink. "C-Cy, what are you-"\n\n"Just showing you there's nothing to be scared of," you reply with a grin, brushing your thumb across her cheek. You set the camp lantern down before continuing. "If there were dangerous animals out here, would I be making out with you?" you add teasingly before leaning in to kiss her again, sliding your hands down to run gently up and down her sides.\n\nThis time when you pull back, Leslie's lips stay parted a little, her breathing coming in soft gasps, nipples stiff under her shirt. Her hands have come up to rest on your upper arms, and she gives a little squeeze even as she says, "Cy, I'm... really not sure we should be doing this, especially here..." she hedges, glancing around at the dark woods around you.\n\n"Just say 'stop' and I absolutely promise to stop," you answer, leaning in to start nuzzling along the line of her jaw, then placing a few kisses at her throat and neck.\n\n"... Okay," Leslie exhales, closing her eyes and leaning her head back, obviously having no intention of saying 'stop' anytime soon.\n\nGrinning, you gently nudge her back against one of the trees. (Luckily when one of your hands brush it, it doesn't really feel slimy... must be a trick of the light.) You lean in again and resume kissing her, and this time her tongue is considerably less reticent about returning the attentions of yours. You keep running your hands up and down her sides slowly, then around to gently rub at her small, pert breasts through the material, fingers brushing across the stiff nubs of her nipples. She moans softly into your mouth, her own hands sliding down and giving your ass a somewhat more uncertain squeeze, but at this point it's obvious she's willing to go with things.\n\nYou kiss and gently grope her for some time, occasionally parting just enough to nuzzle, lick, and kiss at her neck and throat, making her writhe gently against the treetrunk. She stiffens just a little when one of your hands undoes her shorts, but she relaxes quickly enough so you slide your hand down the front of them and her panties. You roll your tongue at the hollow of her throat as she moans from your fingers gently stroking over the smooth, wet lips of her pussy, savoring every surprised gasp and pleasured whimper you ease out of her with your motions.\n\nYou lift your head, pressing your mouth back over hers, enjoying the feel of the moans as well as the sounds as you start focusing on her clit, moving in smooth, quick, rhythmic strokes of your fingertips across it. Her moans quickly build into cries against your lips as you rapidly bring her to the brink and then over, her back arching and body trembling, hands clenching on your denim-clad ass as she quivers with orgasm. She's still panting when you break the kiss, looking at you with slightly pleasure-fogged eyes. "F-fuck, Cyan... was that... can't have been your first time...?"\n\n"With another girl, it was." Giggling, you peck her lips. "But I've been thinking about it for awhile."\n\n"I... might have been too," she admits, her face going red. "Just never thought it'd be... here. ... You want to do more?" she murmurs, tugging a bit at your own jeans. Well, at least she certainly doesn't seem afraid of the woods anymore... in fact, sounds like she'd like to fuck out here!\n\n<hr>\n[[Sure!|GGWW]]\n\n[[Head back.|GGHH12x2]]

If you handle this right, you could basically turn this guy into a battery... one that could keep giving you power for as long as the pocket dimension you've created within the server exists. To him it will all seem like some grand adventure of fate... for you it's just a meal ticket. That alone makes you giggle, and you hm as the word balloon pops up. Probably need to do something about that. You adjust the local reality filter to where everything stops looking quite so plastic-y and unrealistic... not totally. You want to leave a very subtle level of distance from things seeming totally real, so that your new toy will feel encouraged to let loose more than if things were a little too realistic.\n\nFinally finished, you undo the Gold Lock, then patiently wait. It's only about thirty seconds before the hulking armored form fades into being in front of the throne. Predictably, the moment the player's consciousness enters it, he rather inelegantly stumbles forward, practically tripping over the shallow steps that ring the daias. "Wh-what?! What's going on?!" he booms out, the impressive voice you gave the player character showing some rather unimpressive shock and fright.\n\n"Praise the Darkness, for finally I have found our true leader," you coo, bowing low (and making sure to put just enough shoulder-shake into it that your tits wobble like crazy when you do). "Long have I searched the outer worlds for the one that could lead the dark armies to victory, and now at long last I have brought you here, our Defiling Savior!" You're really glad for all the self control you've practiced up until now... it's the only way you get through that whole thing without falling over laughing.\n\n"... Uhhh..." You're not sure what's got his brain more hung up, the fact that from his perspective he's suddenly pulled into a (vaguely unreal) fantasy world, or that his eyes behind the helmet are now locked fully on your chest. "W-wait... me?"\n\n"Are you not the Dark Lord Violator?" you coo, straightening up with another subtle shoulderwiggle for more wobbling. (Actually his username was 'DrkViol8r69', but there's some things you just can't say without breaking character. "The one who so elegantly brought the forces of good to their knees so often in the shadow of our realm?"\n\n"Uh... yeah!" He suddenly makes a grab for the massive sword at his waist, swinging it in what he clearly thinks is a dramatic fashion. "Yes! I am Lord Violator! I will lead the armies of darkness to victory!"\n\nGood, you seem to have gotten him hooked. You were starting to get afraid you'd have to go right to giving him some personal attention... which, while you don't really <i>mind</i> per se, seemed like an inefficient use of your time. Now, to-\n\n<hr>\n[[-go full court press.|GGVW]]\n\n[[-ease him into it.|GGVW2x2]]

Best not to throw him into the deep end right away. With just a little bit of guidance, you can probably make him jump there all on his own. "My Lord, perhaps you would wish to begin by guiding your forces in a raid upon one of the villages outside the mountains?" you suggest. This should be familiar to him... one of the benefits of the Black Keep is being able to lead raids on the occasionally regenerating peasant villages nearby. More serious players do it just to farm the resources of the villages and the equipment from the randomly-generated heroes that show up to stop the raid, while you're guessing that the 'Lord' here mostly did it because you get to spend about fifteen minutes slaughtering helpless level one NPCs while they scream and run in terror. \n\n"A village raid?" That does indeed seem to perk him up a little. "... Yes! I shall lead the forces of darkness against those who would dare to intrude in our territory!"\n\n"This way then, my lord," you coo, turning and making your way out of the throne room, sashaying to make your hips and ass sway, the hurried clanking of his armor showing that he's eager enough to obey, the supposed lord of the castle following you like an excited puppy. The large horned helm turns back and forth as he no doubt drools over the first-person rendering of his relatively lewd player home as you make your way down to the rallying area. He pauses though as you walk out into the yard, and at first you feel a sense of horror from him... then mild annoyance, his voice showing clear disappointment as he says, "Protolins?"\n\nHeheh, you thought that might get him. The Dark Keep also generates minions, primarily useful for the village raids and defending the castle against player or random hero intrusions, but a high enough level minion could also be useful as a combat pet. He no doubt was diligently working his way up to a 'Succubus Queen' pet (hampered by keeping the place solo, poor baby), but when you made the place a pocket dimension you reset all his minions to the lowest level: Protolins. Protolins have to be cultivated and fed before they can either become Goblins or Imps, and from there it's combat grinding up to Orcs or the weakest Demon type. So the courtyard is currently a seething mass of small, somewhat gooey, long-armed, barely-formed pale gray creatures with no noses and big black eyes flailing about and gibbering incoherently. (Admittedly the only real difference if it was Goblins or Imps would be a color change and a few minor features like horns or big noses.) You need to encourage him to actually do some work, after all. "I'm afraid that without a Dark Lord, this is all the castle has been able to muster, Sire," you announce in an apologetic tone, turning towards him and bowing again. "But no worries, my Lord, now that you are here, they should rapidly develop under your direction! Mount your dire steed, and let us venture forth to punish the villains!"\n\n"... Right, right!" He turns towards the stable housing the Screaming Night Terror... a demon horse that's only available as a cooperative guild measure (you figure he has to have joined just as the project was nearing completion, sniped it, and left the guild), then pauses and turns back to you. "Say, ah..."\n\n"Lady Cyn, my lord."\n\n"Right, Lady Cyn. ... Show me your tits," he booms, trying his best to sound imperious and manly (and mostly succeeding due to the voice you gave him).\n\n"Certainly, m'lord," you chirp, continuing to play the part of the fawning assistant. You tap your top to unequip it, heavy breasts immediately dropping and wobbling as they're freed of its relatively small amount of support, baring the puffy pink nipples capping the large globes. You can practically see his stare on them, his huge armored hands raising up towards you, and thaaat might be a bit much, so you cut in with, "Sire, the village? We would not want to miss the best time to go down the pass." (Which is code for 'the time when you can do this instance is limited to certain windows during the day'.)\n\n"Right. Right, the village," he mutters, visibly struggling to choose between his desire for mayhem or boobs. Mayhem apparently wins out, since he turns and climbs up onto his horse. (You made at least that much automatic, you do need him able to get around.) You summon up a somewhat lower-tier steed and mount up, your now bare tits jiggling merrily as you ride. 'Lord Violator' almost rides right off the mountain path staring at you several times before you draw his attention to it with gentle little 'my lords', but at least he's not paying attention to the gibbering horde behind you and getting nervous. \n\nSoon the two of you draw up at a small plateau overlooking the village. It's about three dozen huts and small buildings... a bit larger than the typical one in the game, but you felt the 'real' thing should be a bit more expansive. People in simple peasant garb can be seen faintly moving about in the streets. You glance over at the armored form, who seems to have realized that he doesn't quite know what to do without a button that says 'Start Instance' to click on, and coo at him, "Sire, the protolins only await your command."\n\n"Yes! My command! My command... the command to..." He trails off, clearly hoping you'll prompt him.\n\n"Why, my lord, the command to-"\n\n<hr>\n[["-slaughter them all."|GGVW]]\n\n[["-loot, pillage, and take prisoners."|GGVW]]\n\n[["-kill the men and rape the women."|GGVW]]\n\n[["-rape everyone."|GGVW]]

Admittedly more out of frustration than any expectation of results, you rear back a foot and kick the pole of the dish. You've kicked enough inanimate objects (and possibly people) to know to not actually use your toes, instead turning them upward and hitting it with the ball of your foot, but it still hurts and makes you yelp and hop backward.\n\nInterestingly enough, the dish does start beeping and blinking, and you'd swear you can almost see it broadcasting little rings upward into the sky. "... Huh, I guess that worked," you murmur, turning back to head into the house.\n\nThen something like a spotlight snaps on from above you, making you jump in place thinking you've been caught. You look upwards reflexively, and your jaw drops. Seriously?! It's... a flying saucer! It's an enormous, gleaming disk spinning in the air, and shining that light down on you from the central section. Then the light takes on a faint blue tint and starts pulsing gently, and you yelp as you find yourself being lifted into the air, scrabbling and trying to grab onto something futilely as your lingerie-clad body is lifted closer and closer towards the alien vessel above.\n\nThen just as suddenly, you're falling, and you scream loudly... which is just as suddenly cut off with an "oof!" as you fall all of two feet onto a smooth, hard surface. You lay there stunned for a moment, then slowly get to your feet. You seem to be in a featureless white cell with curved edges, making it both cubic and rounded, with one end seemingly open, and a view of other, similar cells beyond. You rush forward towards the opening, obeying your instinctual desire to flee, only to thump against something that shimmers and wobbles briefly as you're knocked back on your purple-pantied ass.\n\n"Owww," you whine, rubbing your forehead, then scrambling up again. This can't be happening! You've been... kidnapped by aliens?! This can't be happening! "... Okay, calm down, Layla, calm down," you whisper to yourself, which is a sign of how not-calm you are because you're talking to yourself. You clutch at your head, but try to force yourself to think. Okay, what do you know about aliens? ... You are not a nerd, you know nothing about aliens. No, come on, you've at least seen movies and TV shows and dumb conspiracy theory memes online! Okay, so aliens are...\n\n<hr>\n[[... little green men.|MeanFarm]]\n\n[[... little grey men.|MeanFarm]]\n\n[[... hot women in retro-future bodysuits.|MeanFarm]]\n\n[[... tentacle monsters.|MeanFarm]]\n\n[[... evil lizards.|MeanFarm]]\n\n[[... there's no such thing as aliens.|MeanFarm]]

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

You slip the master keycard in and out of the lock, waiting for it to click and then pushing the door open. Rosa even gives a call of "Housekeeping!", barely muffling her giggles as she does.\n\n"We're in here," a gruff male voice calls back, the owner shooting an annoyed glance towards the hallway that turns into a wide-eyed look of shock as he sees you walking towards him, your massive white-furred tits jiggling and tail lashing. He looks like he's about forty or so, decent-looking and actually a bit built... short brown hair, bit of beard stubble. Of course his muscles don't help him a whole lot as you leap on him and wrap an arm around his body, pinning his arms to his sides and holding him pressed back against your front.\n\nThe other three occupants of the room all scream in shock, both at your sudden emergence and action and at the rest of your "pack" rushing in and pouncing on them as well. They're all similarly averagely attractive... the similarly-aged mother whose best feature is above-average sized tits, the pretty slender teenage son and daughter who look like they could probably be twins. Rosa goes for the mother, silencing her cry with a deep kiss even as she presses her back against a wall and shoves a hand down the front of her jeans, rubbing and stroking between her legs. Jenna tackles the daughter onto one of the beds and begins shredding her clothes off, while Phillip does the same to the son.\n\nYou grin down and to the side at your captive as he watches in shock. You follow his head as he turns it towards Rosa and his wife. Rosa is still kissing the brown-haired woman, their lips parting every so often to show their tongues twining together... and already it looks like Rosa isn't doing all the work. The weretiger twists her hand inside the woman's jeans, claws shredding through panties and jeans to bare the human's brown-furred crotch. Rosa's fingers stroke over the outside faster and easier without the restriction of the fabric, then slip inside, the mother's moans now becoming audible even from across the room. \n\nThen he looks towards the bed where Jenna has tackled his daughter, who is now naked and writhing under the weretiger's attentions. Jenna holds the girl's wrists against the bed as she lavishes attention on her nipples with that catlike tongue. But more than that, she's used one leg to keep the teen's legs spread apart so that the tip of her fluffy, striped tail can tease up and down the length of the human's slit. The daughter's already moaning and gasping, hips twitching and jerking at those ticklish touches on her sensitive pussy, her whole body trembling. \n\nPhillip has been a little more direct, you see as you follow the father's gaze over to the second bed next. He's got the son on his side on the bed and has spooned up behind him; his cock, which still glistens with the various fluids from you, Jenna, and Rosa is slowly but steadily disappearing up the boy's ass, making him writhe and gasp. Phillip hilts inside the teen's tight hole quickly enough, then begins pumping and thrusting, dragging his tongue along the boy's shoulder and neck. One of his hands lifts one of the son's legs to both make it easier to thrust and to give you a better view of his long, pale cock pumping into the spread pucker, while his other hand strokes the boy's own hard cock smoothly.\n\n"S-stop... stop this," the father pleads quietly, trembling against you.\n\n"Oh? Why do you want us to stop?" you purr at him, feeling him twitch as you casually shred the front of his jeans and underwear with your claws. As his hardon springs free and you wrap your hand around it, your slow, slightly twisting strokes urging a few drops of pre at him, you continue in a sultry whisper, "Stop because it's turning you on too much? Don't worry, soon you'll realize it's turning you on just the right amount."\n\nRosa raises her hands to start kneading the mother's tits through her sweater, and you notice with a giggle that that the mother moves her hands to give the tiger-girl's ass a tentative squeeze as she does. Rosa purrs in response, and follows up by shredding the sweater, and all the rest that the woman is still wearing, in a few quick yanks and strokes of her hand. Then she turns and hauls the woman over to the bed, Jenna grinning and swinging off the daughter. Before either mother or daughter can process this new development, Rosa and Jenna have pulled the older woman into place straddling her daughters face, and pushing her forward. It takes surprisingly little urging from both weretiger females for mother and daughter to start sixty-nining, their moans interspersed with ashamed gasps of "Mom!" and "Oh baby, I'm sorry, it's so good!"\n\nThose cries quickly start to change, though, as Jenna leans down and bites one of the girl's calves and Rosa sinks her teeth into the mother's big, full ass. Mother and daughter writhe in pleasure, moans becoming yowls and mewls as they start eating each other out with renewed vigor while fur spreads over their skin and tails push out from above their asses, ears reshaping and muscles growing more powerful. The mother grows taller and a bit more toned, as you expected, gaining even bigger tits and extra height while keeping most of that pleasant MILFy roundness to her hips and ass, but you notice the daughter doesn't actually change that much... she gains a bit more tone, but her body mostly stays sleek and the same height she was, breasts perking up and rounding a bit but otherwise staying at just bordering-on-B-cup size. 'In~teresting, looks like she'll have to keep growing into her weretiger build!' you think, then giggle as she flips her mother off of her and onto her side, slipping between her legs and pressing their furry white pussies together to start eagerly scissoring.\n\nMeanwhile, Phillip sinks his teeth into the meeting of the boy's shoulder and neck, even as he continues eagerly pumping his thick cock up the teen's apparently just as eager ass. The son mewls almost girlishly as the fur spreads out over his body and his muscles take on feline sleekness, but his build doesn't change any more than his sister's did. In fact, with all that pretty fur and listening to him gasp and yowl as he's done up the butt, he actually looks a little more girlish than before, especially with his cock looking slender and smooth in Phillip's hand. He yowls sweetly as Phillip gives a deeper groan and shoves forward, Phillip's furry white balls drawing up close as he empties them. The son's cock twitches and jerks in the older weretiger boy's hand, spurting long streamers of white out and over the top of the comforter.\n\n"Mmm, I can feel you throbbing in my hand, watching it," you murmur to the father, who's gone completely still and silent against you. You give his aching cock a light squeeze. "Do you want it? Do you want to join them?"\n\n"I..." he gasps in a hoarse voice.\n\nPhillip pulls out of the son's ass and rolls to the side, and the newly-turned weretiger boy almost immediately rolls up and onto his knees, upper body still pressing against the bed. He lifts his tail high and uses one hand to pull on one slender buttock, showing his still slightly spread and well-fucked asshole, a little dribble of cum trickling out of it. "Dad, I want you inside me," he purrs in a sweet voice. "I want you to fuck my ass."\n\nThe father swallows hard, then whispers, barely audible, "I want it."\n\nYou consider making him beg for it a bit more, but with a grin relent and bow your head to give his neck a quick bite before standing back. The transformation does the job of shredding his shirt and the rest of his pants for you, his already well-built muscles and height augmented impressively by becoming a weretiger. While certainly not growing to 'hulk' proportions, he could easily loom over any of the rest of you, and has shoulders you could probably ride on without feeling like you might fall off. But any other sorts of ride will have to wait... he immediately moves forward, growling ferally low in his throat, his white-skinned cock jutting out ahead of him at a size more appropriate for a horse than a tiger.\n\nHe grabs his son's slender waist and starts stuffing that massive prick right up his already well-fucked ass... it looks like it would hurt, but apparently the weretiger healing factor means stretching is a lot easier, since the younger lycanthrope just begins moaning eagerly and begging for more. "God yes, fuck my ass, fuck my ass dad," he pleads, bucking his hips back and wiggling eagerly, not stopping until the full length of that massive cock has sunk into him. Then the father begins thrusting hard and fast, still growling and grunting as he does, his softball-sized white-furred balls swinging forward to slap against the much smaller fuzzy sack of his son.\n\nPhillip has moved over to the other bed, and is now fucking the mother up the ass while she and her daughter continue to sixty-nine. You notice that Rosa and Jenna have started their own sixty-nine on the floor, so with a grin you move over to the father and son pair, swinging yourself onto the bed and then grabbing a handful of the slender teen tiger's orange and black hair to pull his moaning, dirty-talking little mouth against your cunt. You purr happily as he starts eagerly eating you out, then moan loudly as the father leans forward to start kneading your tits powerfully with his big hands.\n\nOh yes, this was definitely a good way to deal with the complaint.\n\n<hr>\n\n[[Continue.|WBrit3x5]]

These are always interestingly extreme, if somewhat weird and over the top, though you don't think you've actually watched this one. Actually you're kind of curious just to see if the particular 'blur' style of animation they use to cover up the minimalist loops gives you motion sickness in VR, because if you can stand that maybe you can actually play the inevitable VR remake of Descent. You direct your attention at that filename and select it.\n\nYou find yourself almost stumbling as you're abruptly standing, not sitting. You're in some sort of large shadowy warehouse, and... it's very weird, it's like it's real but at the same time the colors and shading all make you feel like you're looking at something animated. You glance down at yourself and stare... you're apparently included in that, wearing a super-tight blue bodysuit, which in true Taimanin style both lifts and separates and has a bit of a boobwindow, as well as outlining your body as completely as if you were naked. You're holding two katanas, in true edgelord style, so at least you've got that going for you. This VR experience is definitely way, way more immersive than you were expecting! \n\n"Quick! We have to run!"\n\nYou jump a little as someone lands next to you... a girl a bit older than you with reddish-purple hair in a 'ducktail' style, wearing a black and red ninja outfit that's a bit torn and ripped up, showing most of one of her large breasts including her rosy pink nipple.\n\n"It's much larger and more powerful than we thought, we have to-!"\n\nShe's cut off as something flits out of the darkness, faster than a striking snake as it wraps around her ankle and yanks her off her feet. She gives an abbreviated scream as she's hauled into the darkness, the sound cut off with a loud, wet noise that indicates her mouth was suddenly stuffed full of something. Your eyes widen as a... thing... comes looming out of the black shadows on the other side of the warehouse. There's a massive lump of flesh there, but most of it is tentacles... tentacles of every possible color, shape, and style that you've ever seen in a hentai anime. It's like... the ur-tentacle monster!\n\n<hr>\n[["WHAT THE FU-?!"|GGPorn7x2]]\n\n[[Run run run run run run run run run run run run run run run run run run run r-|GGPorn]]

"I appreciate the offer of the VR thing, but-"\n\n"Nah, I get it, it's hard to think of it being very satisfying when we're sitting in... this," Horus notes, lifting a fairly well-rendered but still obviously fake hand and waggling it with some slight obvious input lag.\n\n"I think I'm interested in the kennel you mentioned though, the one with the secret password."\n\n"Okay, I'll send you a link to its normie webpage. Remember, the password is referencing cayenne peppers."\n\n"Cayenne peppers?" your mother says a bit later, raising her eyebrows. "Interesting thing to have to work into a conversation about adopting a dog."\n\n"Which I guess means it's not likely to happen by accident," you point out, shrugging.\n\n"Hm. Good point. Well... I'll figure it out," she notes with her own shrug. At your curious look, she smirks a bit. "Well let me handle it, why don't you? Unless you're planning to pay for one or more dogs yourself."\n\n"... Okay point."\n\nThe two of you head to the address that was on the website, with you peering curiously at the property. Wow, assuming all those really high fences are the kennel's, it must be on a sizable chunk of land. You can't help but notice that rather than the slightly higher than normal chain link with a possible angled thing above it like a typical animal shelter might have, it's a very high privacy fence. Normally you might think that it was just a case of taking extra care to make sure no expensive purebreds escaped and that no one went spying on some local celebrity's chihuahua, but knowing what you do about this place provides a whole different potential explanation for the strict privacy. Your mother parks and the two of you get out, heading into the very nice sort of lobby area (which is just ritzy enough that it does actually seem to earn the name "lobby") just as someone's coming out of the back area.\n\n"Holy shit," you and your mother both murmur under your breath in surprise, eyes following the hefty bounce that goes with the woman's steps.\n\nShe's around your mom's age maybe, and her blonde hair is cut fairly short, with wide hips and a large, round rear shown off by her snug jeans. But her black T-shirt with the kennel's logo (thoroughly stretched) across the chest hugs up against a pair of breasts that put your mom (who is absolutely no lightweight there) to shame. She either doesn't notice or is completely used to that sort of reaction from people because she just smiles breezily as she walks over, bouncing boobily all the way. "Hi! Welcome, how can I help you today?"\n\n"Yes, we were thinking about adopting an adult dog, or possibly more than one," your mother says evenly, having recovered quickly. "So that they have company, you know?"\n\n"Hmmm, I see." Looking professionally and mildly concerned, the woman cups a hand around her chin. "Well, that could be a lot of work, especially if you're not used to it. Have you had a dog before, at all?"\n\n"Oh, it's been some years, but we used to have quite a peppy little thing named 'Cayenne'," your mother answers breezily with a smile.\n\nYou'd already seen a little flicker in the other woman's eyes at 'peppy', like she'd almost been expecting something else, but 'Cayenne' definitely causes her gaze to sharpen perceptibly. Then she smiles even more warmly than before. "My name's Amarie. Why don't you follow me to my office, and we'll talk a bit more?"\n\nYou and your mother exchange a glance, but of course follow her back through the door she just came through. (Dang, they look just as big from the back, somehow.) The moment you're through the door there's the sound of barking, and some of that smell of... well, dogs, that mixture of warm fur, musk, and a dash of urine that all adds up to "animal". You feel a little shiver run down your spine and your panties get dampened a bit, and a flick of your eyes towards your mother shows that her cheeks are a bit pink, indicating a similar reaction. Amarie glances over her shoulder, her smile growing into a bit of a smirk as she turns and opens a door, gesturing you inside.\n\nIt's a nice office, with the typical desk with a pair of fairly comfy-looking chairs in front of it, but also a couch and easy chair in another part. It's to those that Amarie gestures you to, seating herself in the armchair. "And you two are...?" she prompts as you both have a seat.\n\n"Oh, I'm sorry. I'm Jocasta, this is my daughter Cyan," your mother says, apparently nudged into reflexive politeness despite the slight odd air of the situation.\n\nAmarie's eyes dance in delight a bit as your mother says her name, which makes your mother's blush a bit worse. "I seeee. Mother and daughter, hm? So... you're dogfuckers," she says bluntly enough, making you and your mother both go red in the face, but you can't exactly protest, considering. "But are you two also...?"\n\n"N-no," you blurt quickly, stealing a quick glance at your mother, who seems to be doing the same, before you both quickly look away.\n\n"Hm, I see. And yet you're apparently both here for... well." Amarie sits back, looking both amused and curious now. "I'd love to hear exactly how that came about," she prompts, in a tone that says that she'd love it enough that things aren't going to move forward until she does hear.\n\nAnother exchanged glance, and you clear your throat. "Ah, I guess the short version is... I basically got raped by a dog at the park," you murmur, the words sending a fresh thrill through you... god you really do love to say it. "Except I loved every second of it, so I basically let all his friends have a turn too. I wound up coming home late, Mom was ticked and demanded an explanation, and I sort of, uh... well, broke down and told her."\n\nYour mother picks it up with a bit of a sigh of her own. "And against all reason, hearing about it turned me on. We'd originally decided to just not speak of it again, but then... I looked out the window and saw one of the neighborhood strays in the back yard... he had his leg raised and was licking himself, and I saw how... large... his balls and... and his sheath were... and..." She shrugs. "I really couldn't help myself."\n\n"Oho." Amarie looks quite pleased with all of this, eyes twinkling merrily as she looks back and forth between you. "Well, I've had a lot of people come to me before for this sort of thing, but never a mother and daughter pair. Daddy is...?"\n\n"Away from home and unaware of the situation, and probably to stay that way," your mother says dryly.\n\n"Hm, probably for the best. Although... well, I'll let you work out those issues on your own," Amarie says with an expansive shrug that makes her massive mammaries mobble, er, wobble. "But I have some very likely candidates for you to take home. I do love it when my good boys go to a good home, and looking at the two of you... well, I think they'll have a lot of fun," she practically purrs, giggling as that makes you and your mother blush again. "You are both very beautiful, after all."\n\n"Th-... thank you."\n\n"Ah, thanks."\n\n"Mm. Well, you know, there are other options too," she notes, sitting back and folding her hands over her belly as she looks at you thoughtfully. At the curious looks she receives, she goes on. "Well we have options for just visiting, certainly... I'm sure you'd both prefer some dogs of your very own, but it is <i>safer</i> to come here, and admittedly that way you could get some variety in your diets, as it were." She snickers, before continuing. "Also I do have a rather profitable side business in, let's say... ... dog porn," she declares bluntly, laughing when you and your mother both splutter in unison at having expected some sideways reference. "It wouldn't be hard to cover up your identities, and I promise you, the only thing sexier than being a bitch is doing it on camera. The pair of you would make quite the lovely duo... and profitable, which I'd of course be glad to split three ways. I'll even give you two the leftover percent."\n\n"An... interesting offer," your mother says slowly.\n\n"There's one more interesting offer I have too," she chirps. There's something particularly penetrating about the glitter of her eyes and the set of her smile now... you can somehow see exactly how she gets away with doing what she does, with even the faint hint of the full force of her personality being directed at you now. "You could always just walk away from human life. Go bitch full time. Surrender all human shame and live just for dog dick. I can make that happen, too, you know," she adds in almost a whisper.\n\nYou swallow hard, staring at her, then looking at your mother again. She's staring at Amarie with a slightly glazed look, as if she were just almost hypnotized. You want to ask her what she thinks but can't quite make yourself speak... she did say she'd handle it after all, and under the force of Amarie's personality you can't really talk back against that. Looks like whatever fate awaits you now, it's in your mom's hands.\n\n<hr>\n(([[Just adopt.|GGDog]]))\n\n(([[Become customers.|GGDog]]))\n\n(([[Become performers.|GGDog]]))\n\n(([[Become bitches.|GGDog]]))

In the midst of your expletive a long purple tentacle goes whistling through the air and directly into your mouth, stuffing itself right down your throat as it wriggles and writhes, bulging and pulsing inside your stretched passage. Shock and the overwhelming sensation are enough to have you drop your swords and instantly grab for the tentacle past your lips, only for more of them to wrap around your forearms and yank you through the air, closer to the creature so that you're left danglign, your bulging throat visibly working with the pulsing of the tentacle down it.\n\n"Mmmngl! Gllmnnf!" you protest futilely, squirming and bucking in midair as a pair of squid whip-like tentacles wrap around your legs, their suckers rubbing and pressing over you, tearing up the thin material of your ninja suit. Your eyes widen further in horror as your legs are forced to spread almost into a splits (luckily it seems you're dextrous enough for it now, since nothing cracks or tears), not just at that but at the sight of a new 'tentacle' moving through the air towards you. This one looks like a large white snake, probably thicker than your arm and much, much longer. It slithers through the air to look you in the eyes with its own glowing red ones, and you feel a shiver of sheer terror run through you, even as you continue to be distracted by the stretching, wrigling, pulsating tentacle raping your throat.\n\nThe snake head lowers down, and a long, thick serpentine tongue slides out of its mouth, teasing at one of your nipples through the thin cloth. You're not sure if it's just the stimulation or if the saliva dripping from that tongue has some sort of aphrodisiac quality, but your nipple quickly stiffens to actually painful hardness, standing out in stark contrast under the shiny, now damp blue cloth, both nub and areola clearly outlined. You keep bucking and twisting, trying to struggle as much as you can as the snake toys with your other nipple to bring it to similar hardness... then give a muffled scream as the head opens its mouth wide and clamps down over your entire breast, sucking at it hard even as its fangs sink into you. You can feel something hot and tingling rushing into your flesh from those points of penetration... and then it lifts its mouth away and similarly engulfs the other one, making you scream around the tentacle fucking your throat as you're bitten again.\n\nShortly after the snake-tentacle pulls away, your hot, tingling tits begin to throb... visibly. You get louder with your shrieking and struggling as they bulge and swell, growing larger and larger with every beat of your heart. They're soon twice the size they were, the small holes the snake put in them with its biting stretching wider and wider, the bite marks themselves already nothing more than small, stinging red dots. Your nipples are twice as long as well, straining at the ever wetter fabric over them, until finally the material stretches away, your tits now twice the size of your head with thick, long nipples sending little spurts of milk through the air as you struggle.\n\nThe snake head lowers further and further, and you give a muffled shriek of pleading as you can feel its mouth tearing away the crotch of your suit... and then a much longer tentacle-muffled scream as that large arrowhead-shaped head pushes inside you, stretching your pussy wide around it. You can feel yourself gushing and dripping around it as it begins thrusting itself inside you, your body having long since begun reacting to the strange pleasure of having your tits enlarged and the little near-orgasms that pass through you every time one sends out a spurt of milk. Your pussy is being stretched, absolutely broken by the snake-shaped tentacle writhing and pumping itself into you... you can feel its head twisting inside you, its mouth opening to stretch you wider, that powerful, ticklish tongue licking your insides and stimulating parts of you that were never meant to be stimulated with its aphrodisiac saliva.\n\nPart of you wants to give in... to just cum, to just lose yourself in this...\n\n<hr>\n[[Do it.|GGPorn]]\n\n[[No! Resist!|GGPorn]]

"Well. I guess it's obvious at this point what we have to do," you say in a frank tone, shrugging and resting your hands on your hips. "We're just going to have to get a dog... or dogs... so we can get fucked regularly."\n\nYour mother stares at you for long moments, before one eyebrow slowly raises. "Oh, that's obvious, is it?"\n\n"Tell me you're not already thinking about how you wanna do it again," you reply evenly.\n\nHer mouth opens... then closes, and she purses her lips as she apparently gets annoyed at you having called her on it.\n\n"Look, if they're dogs we own, we can, y'know... be more discrete. And safer," you point out in a reasonable tone. "There's way less chance of us getting bitten, or diseased, or... y'know, discovered."\n\n"Been putting a bit of thought into this?" your mother asks in a dry tone.\n\n"Bit," you admit with a shrug and a grin. "But again, am I wrong?"\n\nYour mother visibly waffles over that one for a bit, then sighs heavily. "No, you're not. I can already just sort of... tell... that eventually I'd give in again. You're right, we might as well admit we're dogfuckers," she declares rather bluntly. She pauses before adding, "To each other. Obviously we can't let it get around."\n\n"Right," you agree with a nod.\n\n"But that brings up the question," she continues slowly. "How do we go about... well. I mean, adopting a dog is one thing, I suppose, but do you think we need to go... specialized?"\n\n"Well. I think let me handle it," you say slowly. "I do have a friend that's really good at looking up absolutely anything, and she's extremely discrete." You realize your mother is giving you a deeply suspicious look and you give her a flat one back. "Do you want to question me about my questionable associations or do you want dog dick?"\n\n"........ Fine talk to her."\n\nYou immediately trot up to your room and log on to Discord, skimming through your contacts list. Yup, there she is, 'Horus' (currently sporting a Nanashi Mumei ahegao avatar). Your friend is, if not terminally online, at least pretty much constantly online. She must've pounced like a motherfucker to be able to actually keep that username after the Great Username Apocalypse. You tap on her to bring up the DM and type '<i>Hey, how's it going?</i>'\n\nIt's only a matter of seconds before she types back '<i>going okay whats up?</i>' Must be bored, which you suppose is good for you since it means she's likely to pounce on literally anything to do to alleviate her boredom.\n\n'<i>Well babe it's kind of a sensitive topic so could we maybe talk privately?</i>' you send back... which would, obviously, look odd to an outside observer since to most people a Discord DM is about the utmost level of privacy they can comprehend.\n\n'<i>yeah sure go ahead and log in to the server</i>' she sends back quickly enough.\n\n'The server' being her own private server of her own private fork of a popular virtual reality chatting program. (Purely normal modern virtual reality, meaning you're just wearing a headset, looking at tiny little screens, and navigating with a controller in your hand.) Generally Horus is socially awkward enough that she doesn't even like to get that close to actual physical interaction, but it is, by her own admission and creation, about as private as she can make it for discussing sensitive matters.\n\nYou pop in wearing your "Nikke Alice" avatar (modded to have a blue bodysuit and black hair), in the same room you were in last time, one of Horus's little Egyptian tomb aesthetic chatrooms. Horus herself appears a moment later, as one might expect in the "sexy Egyptian goddess" style of avatar... skimpy gauzy outfit and gold jewelry on a lusciously-proportioned tan body. Just that in her case, she's actually gone with the "animal head" theme and has the head of an owl. As usual, you resist the urge to ask how many licks it takes to get to the center of a tootsie pop.\n\n"So, what's up?" Horus asks. She's standing kind of stiffly, even for a VR avatar. As noted, she's got a bad case of social anxiety, and even this close to a face-to-face meeting is clearly a bit trying for her. So, you decide to be blunt and get to the point quickly.\n\n"Do you think you could look up a good place to buy or adopt a dog?" Since you can sense her 'why would you bother me for <i>that</i>' look even through the avatar, you add, "Like, say, especially if I was looking for a dog who was especially good at... certain things?"\n\n"Like... a bloodhound, or a truffle dog, or-"\n\n"Fucking," you interrupt. "Dogs who are good at fucking."\n\nHorus blinks owlishly (appropriately enough) several times. "Ah... seriously?"\n\n"Yup," you say solemnly, nodding a bit exaggeratedly so the visor's motion tracking is sure to pick it up.\n\n"... Okaaaay," Horus says slowly. She apparently thinks that one over for a few moments, before she says, "I'll look it up for you if you tell me why you want it. You've gotta be completely honest and detailed, though."\n\nYou consider that yourself for a bit before asking slowly, "And you'll be completely discrete? Like, even moreso than usual?"\n\n"I am the goddess of secrets," she declares solemnly. \n\n"Are you?"\n\n"Yes, actually, Horus was in fact the god of secrets and confidentiality." She pauses, then adds, "Well, for women's secrets, it would actually be Bast, but she's super overused, y'know? Besides, confidentiality."\n\n"Alright. So... this is what happened the other day..."\n\nYou go ahead and tell her everything. Getting raped by the dog in the park, deciding you loved it and letting a bunch more dogs fuck you, coming home, breaking down to your mother, your initial agreement that the two of you would just let it blow over, and then you seeing your lingerie-clad mother in the backyard taking the knot from a stray. Of course, as requested, you're sure to include plenty of detail, from the feel of the dogs furry and hot on top of you as they pumped away, the slap of their knots against your holes until they could finally push inside and swell up, what it was like to walk home with the scent of them all over you like a real bitch in heat, the thrill that shot through you seeing your own mother acting like a bitch in heat herself in those pretty purple undies, and just how little it really took for both of you to admit you wanted to be bitches again and again.\n\nOnce you're done, Horus just stands there, completely immobile. You might almost start to think she'd gotten grossed out and taken off her VR gear, before she finally speaks. "... Whoa. That's hot."\n\nYou let out a bit of a surprised snort at that, but nod again. "Yeah. So, think you can help?"\n\n"Oh. Oh, right, uh, yeah. I'll go poking around and see if I can find something like what you're looking for, or... something that'll work or... ... yeah."\n\nShe goes 'AFK mode'... which means her Sexy Horus avatar pops into a 'Gremlin Horus' avatar, the sort of goofy grinning chibi mode that's popular with a lot of streamers. You shrug, then pick up the chibified avatar and click to seat your own avatar on a golden, heirogylphic-engraved couch to wait, settling the plushie-like avatar in your lap.\n\nIt doesn't take that long... Horus knows her stuff, and despite the subject, you figure the actual process is probably the same as any other weird stuff you or her other acquaintances ask her to look up. Of course when she comes back her avatar pops back to Sexy Mode right in your avatar's lap. She sits there stunned for a moment, before activating the opposite couch and instantly popping over there to sit (possibly inadvertently showing off that her avatar is as anatomically correct as these things are likely to get, due to the spread of her legs and some clipping issues with her front flap).\n\n"So yeah, I looked it up, and there's a couple of options," she says slowly. "There's a standard shelter near you that has a couple of dogs that are... um... well, probably suitable. But there's also this high-end kennel place near you that I looked into and... well, it looks like what you want is probably what they specialize in."\n\n"Wow, really?"\n\n"Yeah, I asked the, say, appropriate people, and apparently if you mention cayenne peppers to her it's some kind of signal that she knows exactly who she's dealing with and why."\n\n"Huh."\n\n"And, uh, this is wild, but apparently there's a place not too far from Deviville that it's... well, from the sound of it they're not so much on the selling animals, but they're more about the on-site rentals."\n\n"So what, it's like a dogfucking kennel?" you ask dryly.\n\nShe makes a sort of strangled squeaky sound that's desperately cute before she says, "Well, uh, sort of, it sounds like, but uh... apparently it's not just dogs. It's like a whole farm and apparently their whole thing is... well. ... Farm... animals."\n\nOh. Oh wow. So... well, that's an interesting thought. You hadn't actually thought so far about... escalating... like that. And it's not like you'd <i>have</i> to, but if the option is there... and you guess not actually doing your dogfucking at home would certainly decrease the chances of you or your mother getting caught by neighbors (or your dad). \n\nWhile you're thinking it over, though, Horus clears her throat. "But you know, there's, um... well, there's one other option."\n\n"Yeah?" you ask, curious.\n\n"Well. I've been working on some leaked specs I found for a way more immersive type of VR... it's like movie-type VR, you know? I've tested it some myself and it works, but uh... well, I'm having difficulty fine-tuning it to sensations and feedback because it's only got my sensory memories to work off of and they're kind of limited," she admits sheepishly. "But if you and your mom were to help me out with it... well... I mean, in VR I can spawn all sorts of things, you know?"\n\nHuh, that's definitely an interesting thought. That essentially means that even if you did somehow get caught or revealed... well, fucking <i>virtual</i> dogs might be embarrassing and fairly scandalous, but somehow seems innately less so than being caught or revealed to have been fucking the real thing. (Also, y'know, not illegal. ... Probably.) Somehow it also seems innately less intense and fun, and you'd have to talk your mother into trying out what might be basically 'video game' sex, and it might not feel like the real thing... but safer and possibly more interesting to be sure. (Also you admit to being very interested in the opportunity to learn more about Horus. She's extremely private and secretive about her personal life... in the manner of true internet friends, you know many of her sexual kinks but haven't come within miles of knowing her real name. You have a general idea she probably lives in Deviville or nearby, but that's about it.)\n\nHm, so which option to pick?\n\n<hr>\n[[Just go to the shelter.|GGDog]]\n\n[[Go to the "specialty" kennel.|GGDog15x5]]\n\n[[Go to the "rental" farm.|GGDog]]\n\n[[Try Horus's VR.|GGDog]]

Tom pushes the lid of the trunk freezer up, giving you a chance to swing yourself out of it before he clambers out as well. Gobbling quietly to himself, his big yellow cock already jutting forward, he makes his way over to the door, knowing you prefer a slightly more careful approach than Papa. He opens the door into the house and peeks in, before whispering back to you, "Two oppressors... but it looks like they're only teenagers. The chief oppressors must be somewhere else in the house."\n\n"Alright. I'll take care of these two, then," you announce with a smirk, resting your hands on your bovine hips. "You take that side door and go around the back, hook up with one of the brothers, and take out the main oppressors."\n\nNodding, Tom scurries out the side door, while you throw open the door to the kitchen and saunter in, your heavy, milk-filled tits bouncing and your udder swaying. The teens... a boy and a girl, and twins by the look of them... whirl to face you, their jaws dropping and eyes widening in pure shock. You grin more widely, imagining the golden ring in your nose glinting dramatically as you step over to them. "Youthful oppressors, the sins of the parents are upon you! It is time to atone!" you declare as you reach out and grab handfuls of their hair.\n\nThose dropped jaws are quite handy as you force them to bend over and yank them forward, forcing their open mouths around two of your teats. Both of them begin to struggle and squirm, pressing their hands against your hips and udder as you force all eight inches of thick teat down their throats until their lips are pressing into the yielding pink flesh. But all their struggles do is cause more milk to begin flowing down their throats as you begin working your hips back and forth, fucking their faces with your teats. Almost immediately you can see their struggles starting to lack as the girl's pert young tits swell and grow, and the boy's jeans tighten in the crotch around a steadily larger bulge. By the time that her bra snaps and her tits come tumbling into her shirt, already starting to soak the fabric with milk, and the boy's fly gives way to spill out his dark brown, ever more bull-proportioned cock, both are sucking and gulping at you eagerly, their moans starting to turn into mooans as their horns begin to push out.\n\nMm, another pair of oppressors becoming the oppressed. 'Tis the season of joy!\n\n<b>Holly Thanksgiving</b> end - <i>Milk-fed brisket</i>

There's not a single whiff of gold from the direction of the wagon... or silver, for that matter. Poor people, likely going to a poor town. Your initial thought is 'ew', which you chide yourself for a bit. Surely that's your Rakshasa nature creeping in, you're going to have to watch that. Turning, you head in the direction, following the scent of the campfire since it's the most prominent. It's actually a decent bit away... long enough for you to almost reflexively start slowing down and keeping quiet as you approach. Peering through the trees as you get closer, you can just kind of see three people gathered around a campfire. One is a large, scantily-clad redheaded woman, though you can't make out much from here other than that she's showing off a lot of olive skin and toned muscles. The other also seems to be a woman, though more covered-up and with black hair... she's the one messing with the cooking, seems like. The third is a man, dressed in loose black clothing and a black leather jacket that looks a lot like a motorcycle jacket really... but then you guess those are armor of a sort. (Could he be someone else from Earth? Or is it just a stylistic similarity?) He has pale hair and skin, and seems to be toying with a knife. Tied up to a tree a short distance away are a pair of horses... stallions, by the muskier scent of them.\n\nThose do seem to be adventurers, alright. The question is, how to approach this?\n\n<hr>\n[[Go directly towards them.|GGTief1x3]]\n\n[[Approach with stealth.|GGTief]]

Hm. Probably best to approach them directly and openly. ... But how direct to be even then? Searching through your mind, you realize that it would be almost trivial to change your form into a variety of other things, things they might trust and not, you know, try to attack on sight like someone with horns and a tail.\n\n<hr>\n[[Be yourself.|GGTief1x4]]\n\n[[Change your shape.|GGTief]]

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

"I'm really glad I came across you guys, actually," you say genially as Vera continues to cook. "Honestly I got really mixed up and I wasn't even sure where I was, running into you really saved me."\n\n"Hm? You weren't out in the woods on purpose?" Vera asks as she pokes at the bacon a bit more before forking it out and onto a plate, then laying some slices of bread in the grease sizzling in the pan. \n\n"No. Basically I was just hanging out in a library, minding my own business, then a lot happened. Before I know it I'm out here all by myself and not sure what to do," you admit, which is all mostly true.\n\nZara looks mildly suspicious, Vera sympathetic, and Drake is giving you a look that makes you a little more sure of your earlier supposition. But probably best not to bring it up in front of the others. "Sounds rough," Vera says, assembling a bacon sandwich and passing it to you.\n\n"Thank you," you say, for both the food and her comment, munching on the sandwich as she finishes it up. The four of you continue to chat, with your manner obviously putting them more and more at ease as time goes on, Zara even loosening up enough to laugh at a few of your jokes. You do your best to keep to the truth where you can, only eliminating anything specifically having to do with Earth or tweaking it just enough where necessary to fit for a background as a Tiefling.\n\nAs the conversation goes on, you definitely get the sense that all of them are growing to accept you, which makes your tail flick behind you in a pleased fashion. Especially once Vera says, "Well Cyan, why don't you take my tent for the night? The others of us will switch out as we do guard duty. In the morning you can come along with us until you find somewhere to stay, if you like."\n\n"Thank you, I'd really appreciate that," you answer, smiling but careful not to show your fangs... that could easily turn it threatening, after all. "You've been really kind to me."\n\n"Life's hard, shouldn't make it harder for others unless you have to," she answers reasonably, pointing at one of the simple, squarish tents. "Whenever you're ready."\n\nDeciding you're tired after a long day of being popped into another world, you get up and head over to the tent, pausing to bid everyone goodnight before bending down and crouching to go inside, vaguely aware of an odd sensation against your thighs as you do. Dismissing it as the motion of your loincloth, you turn and flop down on your back on the bedroll, which isn't actually that bad for practically being on the ground. Resting your bare hands on your stomach, you consider how things are going. Vera's essentially offered to let you adventure with them by not putting a definite location or time with which you'd depart with them, which is nice. Your new traveling companions are obviously fairly effective to judge by their gear... and very hot, you add mentally. Drake's got such a pretty face and such nice hands, they're probably feel good on you, Zara's got those huge barely-covered tits and those muscles, Vera's just all-over beautiful and powerful like a panther or-\n\nYou shift a little at a strange feeling of pressure and urgency from below, and look down. You stare some at the sight of your loincloth tented up quite a bit. ... Oh. That's what you felt brushing against your thighs. Well, the book did say that 'Halfs' were semi-common among Tieflings. You tug the flap of cloth away to reveal your, well, your cock. You have balls too, it seems, as pale white and smooth as the rest of you, the skin of your crotch coming up some to form a sort of vestigial sheath around the base of your shaft. The shaft seems largely human in shape though, albeit very smooth, the head rather slender and long without that much bulge around the base, and all of it's as black as ink. Tentatively, you wrap your hand around the base of it, covering less than half its length with your fingers, and suppress a moan at the shudder that runs through your body at the stimulation.\n\nStill, you're apparently very good at exactly controlling what sounds you make, you find as you begin stroking your new member. Your teeth work your lower lip, fangs pressing against your skin as you pump your fingers up and down the black shaft, just letting yourself breath in hard and out in a rush through your nose. 'No wonder guys love to do this,' you can't help but think as you start stroking faster, your hips undulating gently as you jerk yourself off for the first time. You bet it would feel even better to have Drake's lips and tongue wrapped around it, or Vera's hot wet pussy, or Zara's big toned butt slapping your hips as her asshole spread around you...\n\nWith such thoughts and with never having experienced this feeling before, it's not long before you're arching your back some as your cock trembles in your hand, spurting long, thick streamers of cum all over your equally white belly, milky spatters spreading out over porcelain skin. You sink back to the bedroll, trying to silently catch your breath, closing your eyes and turning your head as the pleasant little warm shivers race through your body in the aftermath. As the afterglow fades, you glance down at the mess you made of yourself, though a solution quickly comes to mind and you wave a hand, thinking a not-language phrase that immediately leaves you completely cleaned off. 'Anyone that doesn't take Prestidigitation is an idiot,' you think in satisfaction as you flip your loincloth back to nominally cover yourself before closing your eyes and settling into sleep.\n\nYou wake to the smell of more bacon... though you think it's actually more like pork belly, really... cooking, and crawl out of the tent to stand. The others are already up, and bid you pleasant enough good mornings, though Zara only grunts... though from what you learned of her personality last night, that's probably pleasant for her. "Anything I can do to help?" you ask.\n\n"There's a stream over there," Vera says with a point, before picking up a bucket and proffering it to you. "If you'd get us a pailful of water for drinking and putting out the fire when we're ready to go, that'd be a help."\n\nYou accept the bucket with the hand not holding your staff, then turn and head in the direction Vera pointed. Though a bit further from the others, Drake steps up and reaches a hand to lightly take hold of your arm. "Hey, could I talk to you?" he asks quietly.\n\n<hr>\n[[Have him come along.|GGTief]]\n\n[[Put him off.|GGTief]]

Honestly, you've kinda started to dig how you look. Why change it up for strangers? You can handle their reaction. Straightening up and simply doing your best to be clearly nonthreatening, you stride towards the campsite.\n\nOf course, fairly quickly they both hear and spot you, and the three scramble to their feet. Up close you can get a better look at them, especially as they spring into action, your eyes taking in all the little details. The redhead's hair is thick and wild, "untamed" you think is the word... probably since it would snap any brush someone tried to put through it, by the look of it. Her lightly-tanned body is highly toned, enough to give her somewhat broad shoulders, cut muscles, and a truly impressive six-pack, paler lines of various scars running across her body. And you can see most of them since she seems to be wearing nothing but a hide bikini top, loincloth, and fur-lined kneehigh boots, her firm ass briefly flashing at you as she whirls to grab the massive axe resting near her, its large head apparently made out of some sort of black stone (obsidian?) and the haft made out of a long, dark bone. \n\nThe other woman is olive-skinned and black-haired, the color shining and smooth and pulled back into a neat ponytail. She's wearing armor that looks to be a mixture of chainlink and leather pads over a fairly lithely-toned body, the chain links towards her midriff loose and in little uneven clinking ribbons, showing off the aquamarine stud piercing her bellybutton. Her pants are a similar design to the top, but with stretchy-looking cloth and leather instead of chainmail, her boots plain and with turned-down tops. The sword she snatches from the sheath at her hip is long and lean... a bastard sword, you're fairly certain... and immediately starts swirling with little puffs of flame and flashes of blue light that steam off of it. \n\nThe man is blonde, his hair a bit scruffy but his face clean-shaven. He looks slender and lean and a bit pretty, and seems to be just a little shorter than the leather-armored woman (and much moreso than the amazon, though everyone here is). That jacket really does look like a motorcycle jacket up close, including having a rather badass looking skull stamped into the front of it, a plain black shirt and supple leather pants, and soft-looking black boots completing his 'I'm clearly the party Rogue' ensemble, as does the rather plain dagger flashing in his hand.\n\n"It's some sort of demon!" the nearly-naked redhead roars, swinging her axe up as if to launch herself at you.\n\n<hr>\n[[Talk to them.|GGTief1x5]]\n\n[[Cast Charm Person.|GGTief]]\n\n[[Cast Dominate Person.|GGTief2x1]]\n\n[[Cast Time Stop.|GGTief]]

"Whoa, whoa, easy," you say in a soothing tone, raising your free hand and keeping it open. Even just that seems to have quite an effect, none of the adventurers moving forward, even the obviously eager-to-attack redhead, who nevertheless narrows her eyes at you. "Isn't it sort of bad form to be the first to attack someone who approaches you in the open, no weapons in hand?" You're pretty sure there are rules like that for these sort of settings. Some of them.\n\nThe amazon purses her lips a little, glaring at you, but the other two exchange a glance, looking a little uncertain. "True enough," the woman says slowly. "What are your intentions... stranger?"\n\n"Just to come by and say hello," you reply, continuing to do your best to sound calm and a bit soothing, but also injecting a bit of cheer into the words. "Just a solitary Tiefling with nowhere to go, really."\n\n"Tiefling?" The woman blinks, then slowly straightens up, her sword lowering even if it's still in her hand. "Ease up, Zara."\n\n"But-!" the redhead grunts, the axe twitching some in her hands.\n\n"She's not a demon, she was just born looking like that." The swordswoman turns her dark eyes to the amazon, and waits until she gives a near-growl and finally lowers her axe before looking back at you. "Alright then. If you swear by guest rite that you mean us no harm and have no ill intentions, you're welcome to share our fire."\n\n"I swear, I don't want to hurt you and I don't want to do anything to you," you reply with just the right amount of smile. Because that's absolutely true at the moment! (Hey, you never know what'll come up later.)\n\nShe nods, then sheaths her sword again. "I'm Vera. That's Zara. Drake," she adds, gesturing to the blonde, who's tucked his dagger away at some point.\n\n"Cyan," you answer, not having really come up with a 'character name' before you came over. 'Tigra'? Hm, that would have been a little iffy to get stuck with if you decided you didn't like it, so. You step forward, pausing and flicking your tail as Zara twitches. "Easy, I honestly don't mean any harm," you assure the big woman. "I'm just a bit lost and looking for somewhere to go."\n\nWhile Zara looks like she has a few suggestions, she nevertheless settles back to the stone she was sitting on and rests her axe against a nearby tree. Vera curses quietly as she looks back down at the pan and squats down, quickly snatching up a long thin fork and using it to flip the meat. "Hm. Should be fine, as long as you like crispy bacon."\n\n"Thank you, that's very kind," you say warmly as you settle onto a log nearby. They do all seem to be gradually relaxing... apparently your desire to put them at ease is coming through in your manner and working quite well. (You kind of wonder just how high your Charisma stat is. Must be in the mid or high twenties at least.) Which begs the question, how do you want to handle talking to them?\n\n<hr>\n[[Concentrate on putting them at ease and gaining their trust.|GGTief1x6]]\n\n[[Charm the pants off of them.|GGTief3x1]]\n\n[[Charm the pants off of them (literally).|GGTief]]

No, you just... you can't do this. Shaking your head, you put the car back in gear and pull back onto the road.\n\nYou remember what Salli said about how even if you wound up deciding not to go, you could still eat out or enjoy a nice evening. But while you do decide to get some dinner, it's just a quick bite, and soon you're heading home.\n\nSooner than you would have been expected if you'd gone through with it, later than you would have been expected if you'd bailed, it turns out.\n\nThe first thing that you notice when you walk in is that Salli and Ken don't appear to be downstairs. The light is on in the kitchen, showing an open pizza box on the table (no surprise, Salli doesn't cook), but no one's around. Curious what they might be doing upstairs, you turn and start up, and gradually as you ascend you start to hear something. It's faint but growing more distinct the closer you get to the cracked-open door of Ken's room... that is, wet slapping sounds and loud squeals and moans.\n\n... N-no, surely not...\n\nAnd yet you can't help but approach and draw close, peering through the slightly open door, and surely yes you can see exactly what's happening on Ken's bed. Salli is naked and on all fours, her bare, sweaty breasts swaying underneath her as your son pounds into her from behind with all the obvious vigor and eagerness of youth, his mouth open and eyes glazed in an almost beast-in-rut expression. And Salli's not much different, her eyes rolled up and her tongue lolled out, a long ribbon of drool swinging back and forth from the tip of her tongue, her lips curled up in a wholehearted and shameless smile.\n\n"Ah fuck ah fuck ah fuuuuuck!" she squeals as Ken pounds into her, his slender hips impacting her generous ass and shaking it almost as much as her tits underneath her. "Fuck me, Ken, fuck yer Aunt Salli 'til she forgets math! Ahhhh fuck shit, this is the best cock I've <i>ever had</i>!" she yowls full-throated, in far too enthusiastic and sincere a cry for it to be anything but the truth.\n\n'Th-the best?!' you think, your jaw slack. From someone that's had as much cock as Salli has, that's... quite a statement. You're stuck standing there in shock, staring at them fucking for a moment before your brain can reboot and actually decide what to do.\n\n<hr>\n[[Burst in!|Marei]]\n\n[[Plan to confront Salli later.|Marei20x2]]\n\n[[Plan to confront Ken later.|Marei]]\n\n[[... masturbate...|Marei]]\n\n[[... ... Fuck it, join them.|Marei22x1]]

"... How dare you?!" you blurt once you've gotten a jumble of thoughts under control. "That's just... perverse! You give me that thing right now!"\n\n"Alright, alright," Salli says with a resigned air, rising and heading into her bedroom. The mournful look on her face as she comes out with a latching plastic box definitely assures you that she hasn't used it yet as she holds it out to you. "Look, like I said, m'sorry."\n\n"Well just don't you come around anymore!" you snap with a shake of a finger, before snatching the box out of her hands, making her jump a bit and hang her head in shame. You stalk out of the apartment, heading back downstairs. 'The nerve of her,' you think as you toss the box into the seat beside you. 'The absolute unmitigated cheek!' You brood on the way home, but eventually decide on doing nothing more than excising her from your life indefinitely. You can't help but think she was probably telling the truth, and honestly you probably wouldn't have minded if Ken had taken up with a girl his own age. ... Really there was a time you might have thought an older woman like Salli would be perfect for teaching him a thing or two. ... Well, anyway, you'll see how long you stay mad at her.\n\nWhen you get home, you almost forget about the box, but the blue plastic snags the corner of your eye and you almost hesitantly pick it up. Now that you've got it home, by yourself, you're... admittedly sort of curious. You can't help but stare at the closed box as you carry it upstairs, and into your bedroom. 'I really should just throw this in the trash,' you think, even as you set it down on the bed and open the clasps. 'Or burn it.' Instead you swing the top open and take a look at the egg crate style padding inside and what it holds.\n\nSalli really must have thought highly of Ken's cock indeed, because she's had it recreated in gold. Or gold rubber, or latex, or whatever it's made out of, you think distantly as you stare down at it. 'Ken's... still this big?' you think as you use both hands to scoop the large dildo (complete with balls, and some sort of suction cup base at the end of it) out of the case. You'd thought Salli was just using whatever container she had handy, but no, it really needed it. 'He's so much bigger than his father,' you think, starting to breathe just a bit harder as you let your eyes roam over the detailed veins and contours of the mock skin, swallowing hard as without really thinking about it you stroke a hand along the shaft.\n\n'Well you thought about getting a sex toy too,' part of you suggests cheekily. 'And this one is based on the best cock Salli's ever had! Who cares if it's your son's?'\n\nThat bit does make you pause. R-right... this is <i>Ken's</i> cock. Or based on it. Your own son! Surely you couldn't use this!\n\n... But it's not like it's <i>really</i> his, right? It's just... a toy. ... Right?\n\n<hr>\n[[Use the dildo.|Marei]]\n\n[[Put it away.|Marei]]

The embarrassment over your own naivete and the revelation of your parents' little... parties... is basically just way too much for you to deal with. You hurry back to the window and open it, taking a quick glance around to check for anyone. No incoming arrivals, just the usual lights on from the usual houses around the street. You unroll the rope ladder agan and climb out, hauling your window closed before climbing down. The ladder might be visible for awhile, but you doubt it'll get commented on as long as you take it in ASAP when you get home. You hurry off down the sidewalk after only another quick check for any masked guests before heading down the sidewalk, rubbing your blushing face with both hands. Holy crap this is embarrassing and ridiculous.\n\nYou arrive at Leslie's and inform her that you will, in fact, be spending the night and not just alibi'd as such, and try not to twitch when she says it's fine since her mother went to a party anyway. She does pressure you trying to find out just what you were doing that you needed her as an alibi in the first place and why you wound up not doing whatever it is, but you brush her off and tell her it was just a stupid plan which wound up not working out and you're too embarrassed to talk about it... all of which is true enough that she apparently gets the idea and lays off. The next morning you return home to find everything completely normal again, your parents cheerful and normal and oh lord just try not to blurt out 'I KNOW ABOUT YOUR SEX PARTIES!' Cyan just be normal. You head up to your room to take in the uncommented-on rope ladder, and that is that. Everything settles back to normal, or at least the semblence of it, though really after a few days you do sort of settle back into normalcy as well as you ever do. You can't think about your parents' weird side hobbies <i>all</i> the time when there are raids to do.\n\nOne day in the last month of summer vacation you're on your way to the mall when you hear a front door open and close off to the side, and hear a call of "Cyan!" You blink a little at the mostly unfamiliar voice, but since it's not a super common name you figure they must mean you and turn to look. Walking down her front walk is Tricia Greenblat... ah, the infamous Tricia. It was quite the scandal three years ago when she married the twelfth grade history teacher like three days after graduation. But she was eighteen and nobody had any proof they'd been fooling around when she was a student or a minor so no one could really do anything, other than be a bit nasty with talking about them behind their back. Your parents have always been fairly nice to them, if with a faint air of 'Wow can you really believe they did that shit?', but she and her husband get included in most of the neighborhood stuff without incident. She was head cheerleader in her day and still totally looks like someone that used to be head cheerleader, with large breasts, perfect blonde hair, albeit with forest green eyes instead of the more stereotypical blue ones. She's also taken to dressing in a mix of 'vibrant young housewife' and 'hipster', with a simple white top, tight black shorts, and an oversized green flannel shirt... you'd guess it's in an attempt to make herself look more mature, and you guess it kinda works, for some value of that.\n\n<img src="images/Tricia.jpg">\n\n"Cyan, I'm glad I caught you!" she says, grinning.\n\n"S'up, Mrs. Greenblat?"\n\n"Heh, that just sounds so weird, I'm only five years older than you. Tricia's fine, you know?"\n\nYou shrug a little. "Okay, s'up, Tricia?"\n\n"Well basically, I wanted to talk to you about something. You wanna come in for awhile? I just made coffee, or I've got soda and stuff if you'd rather," she says, gesturing to the house behind her.\n\n<hr>\n[[Huh. Okay.|GGParent17x1]]\n\n[[Nah, pass.|GGParent16x2]]

You can't help it, you're <i>really</i> eyeing the computer rig, the only thing holding you back saying that the whole thing has to be way too good to be true. A computer that good, with forever to pay it off with teeny tiny payments? There just has to be some-\n\n"I can see you're on the fence. How about I use my employee privilege to toss in a little bonus?" Lilith says, lowering her voice conspiratorially and smiling a bit. "I'll throw in the full peripheral package, which includes a top-of-the-line VR setup, at no extra cost."\n\nAnd she just found the perfect in to override whatever common sense was threatening to rise up in your teenage game addict brain. "Where do I sign?"\n\n"Riiiight here," she says in a delighted tone, drawing out a clipboard from behind her back and proffering it and a pen to you.\n\nYeah you really definitely need to be looking this over more carefully but instead you snag the contract, find the place for your signature and the date, and quickly write both. Lilith accepts it back with a winning smile and then says, "Oh, do you have a car to get this home with?"\n\n"Oh. Uh, no," you murmur in realization. Aha, a new wrinkle in the plan. You glance at the computer, murmuring a bit dejectedly, "I guess I could come back for it after my parents get home."\n\n"We do have a delivery service, and normally it's a bit extra, but since it <i>is</i> the grand opening I think I can waive that too. Why, you could even get a ride home with the delivery driver!" she adds. "That should make sure he gets there with a minimum of fuss, after all."\n\nThere's something to be said about taking rides from strangers, but c'mon... it's an employee, what's he gonna do, murder you even though his employer knows his full name and address and stuff? "Yeah, sure."\n\n"Alright then, why don't you go wait at the nearest mall entrance, and he'll be by in a few minutes."\n\nYou head out to the entrance, standing and waiting, trying not to vibrate with excitement at the thought of your new computer. Too good to be true? Who cares! It's <i>awesome</i> anyway! Soon a red van with the Brightstar Electronics logo on the side pulls up, and you trot to the passenger side door and open it, expecting to see the typical portly middle-aged guy, or maybe on the more eye candy end a younger, beefy guy who's still on the scruffy side.\n\nYou actually stop and stare instead. The guy in the driver's seat looks more like he could be a model or something. Slender-toned build under his red overalls, long black hair pulled back in a ponytail, almost purple eyes, face on the pretty side including almost elfin ears. He glances over and raises a slim eyebrow. "You ready?"\n\n"Uh. Yeah." Kicking your brain back into gear, you clamber up into the seat and pull the door closed behind you. 'Holy crap he's hot,' you think, trying not to stare as he sets off. "Oh, uh, you need my address?"\n\n"It'd be helpful," he says in a dry tone, eyes twinkling a bit.\n\n'RIP my panties,' you think a little dreamily, which leads you to a brief fantasy of him ripping your panties off, which you have to yank yourself away from to actually tell him the address, which he leans forward and plugs into the screen on the dash while idling at the mall exit. You're pretty sure that the AC is working fine and it's just you that's starting to feel overheated as he drives the relatively short distance to your house. 'Fuuuck he even smells good, how the hell is this guy working as a delivery driver instead of, like, a high-class gigolo or something?'\n\nYou spend most of the ride trying not to stare at him, or to gush too effusively when he offers to carry the fairly large box up to your room for you. (Admittedly the sexiness of a huge box full of brand new gaming rig helps distract you, just a little bit.) He sets it down beside your desk, then turns towards you. "There you go, thanks for shopping Brightstar. Anything else?"\n\n<hr>\n[["Nope, thanks a ton!"|GGME3x2]]\n\n[["Oh, I should give you a tip..."|GGME]]

This just...! ... You can't deal with this right now. You'll have to really give Salli a piece of your mind but... later. This is far too raw, and you can't bring yourself to burst in on them like some harridan. Yanking your eye away from the door, you slip back downstairs and out of the house again, driving around town and brooding for most of the rest of the night. Once you return, Salli's car is gone and Ken's room is dark, and you go to bed already stewing over exactly what you're going to say to your friend.\n\nExcept one thing after another happens, and almost a week goes by before you're able to have a really good time to get together and confront her. You suppose that's letting you go into this with a cool head, which you don't know if it's better or worse. Ken definitely seems to notice you being a little bit cool and distant, but if he puts together why he doesn't share it with you, perhaps attributing it to how you've been overall edgy recently due to... other things. <i>Other things</i> which still haven't been resolved either, which just makes your mood worse. But eventually one Friday afternoon, as Ken heads off to spend the weekend with friends, you're able to wrangle another invitation to the apparently unsuspecting Salli's apartment. Soon the two of you are sitting down again just as you were the previous week.\n\n"So, sugar, how was it?" Salli asks with a wide grin, sitting back. "You were gone well into the night, so I assume well!"\n\n"Actually, I decided not to go and just grabbed a quick bite instead," you say coolly, looking at her with narrow eyes. "I got home fairly early."\n\n"... Oh," Salli murmurs, shoulders drooping and expression turning abashed as she obviously puts together that information and the look on your face almost immediately. She brushes a fingertip against her cheek, actually having the audacity to grin sheepishly. "So you, uh, y'saw that huh?"\n\n"Of course I did! Salli how could you, he's a <i>child</i>!" you snap.\n\nSalli huffs. "Now I know what I did wasn't exactly kosher, hun, but 'child' is a bit much y'think? He's a horny teenager, at an age where we... okay, where <i>I</i> was already foolin' around when it was me. I didn't pressure 'im or anythin', I just kinda... insinuated I might be open ta some things an' he made the first move."\n\n"That's no excuse!" you snap out.\n\n"I know, I know. ... But sugar y'gotta understand, I've developed quite th' knack for tellin' when even a fully dressed guy's got a nice dick, and honey after that li'l illness he had earlier, your boy has the <i>nicest</i> I ever did see. ... Or do anythin' else with," Salli adds with a helpless shrug. "My head plum left me an' m'pussy took charge."\n\n"Th-that's... not an excuse either!" you splutter, though admittedly you sound a little less certain this time. Probably because you're remembering that half a moment where you thought about joining the two of them on the bed.\n\n"... Y'sure?" Perhaps having sensed an opening in your armor, Salli starts to grin again, a glint in her blue eyes. "'Cause, y'know, if you were curious, I made a copy."\n\n"... You... you what?" you murmur, completely taken aback.\n\n"Got this thing on m'phone, lets ya take a buncha pictures of a guy's cock an' send 'em to a 3D printin' place," Salli says cheerfully as she takes out her phone and taps at it for a few moments before showing you an app called 'DikKok'. "Like I said, his's th' nicest I ever did have, so obviously I made a copy of it. It just arrived this mornin', t'be honest I finished givin' it its first cleaning and putting it away not too long b'fore you got here. ... Wanna see?" she adds with that mischievous glint again.\n\n<hr>\n[[What no!|Marei]]\n\n[[W-well...|Marei21x1]]\n\n[[... Gimme that!|Marei20x3]]

There are an obvious number of pitfalls to teaming up with all guys. Nah, a group of well-dressed women of your own caliber is definitely the way to go... there's still pitfalls there, obviously, but you know how to navigate those particular ones, assuming that pretty popular girls are the same in any dimension.\n\nYou stroll over, evaluating them as you do. The oldest looks like she's probably in charge, just to judge by the expensive jewelry she's wearing, like the golden sun clasp on her choker, or the very pretty engraved golden breastplate and shoulder armor thingies, the breastplate having a bunch of fancy golden rings draping down from it along her midriff. (You can't see what else she's wearing since she's behind the table.) She's black-haired and green-eyed and absolutely gorgeous, you have to admit. Sitting next to her is a woman that looks Asian (do they have Asia here? you guess they do) with much longer and darker black hair in a braid, dark golden skin, and is wearing a black kimono-style garment with no sleeves and little bits of black-on-black embroidery you can't make out from here. The other one is a redhead wearing, uh, wow, barely anything, basically a pair of orange and black straps of cloth going down the fronts of her (particularly large) breasts and down her back to her waist, where they're belted with a leather belt. The last one... wow, she actually kind of looks like you. She has blonde hair too, though it's a bit fluffier, left mostly loose with a little ponytail on one side. She's even wearing a kind of similar blue dress and with a nearly identical sword, though no breastplate so that her dress can show off some cleavage, and a sort of white shoulder-cap thing.\n\n"Well hello there," the woman in armor says, smiling as you approach. The two that were sitting facing away from you turn to look, and you see that the redhead has mismatched eyes, one blue and one pink, and the blonde has purple eyes. "Are you perhaps looking for a group?"\n\n"I was kind of thinking that might be good, yeah," you admit, since she's not lording it over you right from the start. "I'm new around here, my name's Layla."\n\n"Well, Layla, I'm Verika, this is Umiko, that's Sazha, and Laura," she replies, gesturing around the table in roughly the order you were appraising them. "We're the Sisterhood of Power."\n\n"Nice name," you assure her, even if it's a little bit goofy for your taste.\n\n"Thank you. We're a women-only adventurer group... frankly we think men are, to put it mildly, useless," she adds, smirking a bit as she glances at the other two tables. "Most of us have been scorned or chased out of other adventuring parties for being more competent than the men in them."\n\n"I'd definitely be interested in joining!" you chirp, deciding to just avoid the whole issue of men for the moment. "I just got back from killing the orc out at the cave."\n\n"By yourself? Not bad for a rookie," Umiko cuts in with a bit of a smirk that makes you uncertain of if she's being sarcastic or not. "What do you think, Sazha?"\n\n"Mmm, another hack-and-slasher," the redhead says with a rather performative yawn, which you notice makes Laura blush and pout a bit. "Buuut it looks like she's got ranged capability, so you could stop relying on me totally for that."\n\n"That's very true, we could use someone skilled with a bow," Verika picks up with a nod. "Alright, Layla, consider yourself hired." She makes a small 'gimme' gesture to Umiko, who produces a folded piece of paper from inside the folds of her top as well as a little feather pen. "Just a standard company contract, saying that until you've served with us for four months you're only entitled to a half share, but that in return we'll cover all travel and upkeep costs and buy you a horse and basic gear as needed."\n\nWhat?! A half share?! For four months?! You don't even want to <i>be</i> here that long!\n\n<hr>\n[[Protest.|LSFight]]\n\n[[Haggle.|LSFight]]\n\n[[Accept it.|LSFight]]

Well, you know aliens are real, so you guess your default for any assumption of something "occult" being real would have to be aliens, right? "Probably the alien thing," you reply to Rina aloud. "I think I can totally see the government trading teenagers to extraterrestrials for... well, literally any reason, I guess."\n\nRina giggles quietly. "Oh Nyoko's going to like having you around, even if that wasn't her theory. But I suppose we'll see!" she declares cheerfully before heading over to join the others. You kind of doubt that you will see... you guess even being abducted by aliens and turned into a Japanese schoolgirl because you were accidentally cloned can't entirely shake your skepticism. (... Geez, what would? you can't help but ask yourself.)\n\nIn any event the club continues to talk and kill time, until Rina shushes everyone and then turns off the club room lights, apparently having done recon on when the janitor does his rounds around the school to make sure everything's in order. Mostly everyone plays on their phones in the dark, until you can hear the footsteps out in the hall. ... Kinda spooky even if you know it is just the janitor. Bonus for the occult club, you guess!\n\nBut eventually the sounds go off, and Rina turns the lights back on. Another hour or so is killed, before all of you head out to room 217-A. Huh, there really is a circle of some silvery metal set in the floor, pretty much encompassing the whole seating area. You and the others, at Rina's suggestion, set to moving the chairs and desks out of the center and setting them off to the sides, doing your best to be quick but quiet about it so as not to alert the janitor if he's still lingering around. Luckily with how many of you there are (and that it's not a terribly crowded classroom), it doesn't take long and the circle is soon revealed.\n\n"Alright, so...!" Rina starts, putting her hands on her hips, then trails off. "... So, ah... what now?" she says, glancing at Kuro.\n\n"... Oh!" Kuro scrambles for her phone, cheeks flushing as she taps furiously to bring up her research. "Um... oh right! The rumor said that there was a particular sound frequency that the teachers were supposed to use to call the aliens for a transport. ... Thaaaat's why I downloaded this sound frequency app," she adds in a murmur. ... Do they even acknowledge ADD in Japan, you wonder?\n\n"Shian, why don't you do recording duties while Kuro scans the frequency?" Rina suggests.\n\n"'Kay." You did wind up with the very latest phone when you were 'imported' so it does have the best camera (or at least the one with the highest numbers). Everyone's sort of milling around generally within the circle... hm. Should you just record from where you're standing, or move back to try and get as much in the frame as you can?\n\n<hr>\n[[Just let it be your POV.|GGJSMysteryCircle]]\n\n[[Get a good shot.|GGJSMysteryCircle2x2]]

Let's try and get everyone in the shot, so it will make a better souvenir of this little adventure. You move to stand back near one of the walls, well outside the ring, and fiddle with the various sliders on the camera app, making sure you're picking up everyone without any blurring.\n\n"Okay so... I think I just... drag this up and down looking for the right frequency," Kuro murmurs, her finger hovering hesitantly over the screen of her phone for a moment before she presses it and starts moving her finger up and down.\n\nAt first you hear nothing, then a very faint whine, which grows into a very annoying shriek as Kuro moves her finger further up. She grimaces, but continues moving her finger up even as everyone else puts their hands over their ears.\n\n"This is getting stupid!" Nyoko blurts. "There's a ton of other ways to manipulate frequencies, I bet that phone can't even-!"\n\nShe cuts off as she abruptly disappears with a flash. The others (and you) all barely have time to give a little jump of shock before everyone else in the circle starts rapidly disappearing in more flashes, with Kuro just barely having time to try and turn off the frequency app before she disappears too. In under two seconds you're left standing there, staring back and forth between the empty classroom and the screen of your phone. "... wut?" you whisper.\n\nYou just stand there numb for several long minutes, before the room begins to fill with a bright light. You briefly panic, but before you can get enough of your brain together to decide to run, the light overwhelms you and you appear inside a cell... but a familiar one. Almost the instant you do appear, the door opens and Celest walks through... she's exchanged her sparkly retro-future outfit for a similar plain black one, just with the shorts replaced by a black thong that even more obviously hugs her balls and sheath.\n\n"Celest!" you blurt, rushing out of the cell, and then glancing around. "Where are the others?! Why did you-"\n\n"I'm not the one who took your friends," she says with a sigh. "I just detected the transporter activity and zipped over to make sure you were okay."\n\n"So wait... where did my friends go, then?" you ask with a frown.\n\n"Well they were abducted by aliens, duh. Just not me," she adds with a shrug. "Or my race at all. In fact, ah... I'm afraid it's some pretty bad guys. They're an alliance of races called 'Twisters' that pool together their genetic engineering knowledge for... purposes. It's pretty twisted stuff," she allows.\n\n"I... can we get them back?" you ask.\n\n"Yeah I think so, though it'll be kind of dangerous," Celest allows, rubbing her chin. Then she shrugs and turns, beckoning with one of her headtentacles for you to follow. You trot along after her as she heads back out of the room and through several different hallways that you passed through before. She heads into a room that looks like a full-out armory of similarly retro-future weapons, though she walks specifically over to a rack with an array of extra strange-looking pistols. "Twisters are usually all hopped up on engineering that renders them immune to conventional weaponry," she explains as she picks up a pistol that looks more like a really expensive Super Soaker than anything else, the old ones with the big day-glo reservoir on the top. She looks it over, then sets it against her hip, where it sticks. "Gotta use some kinda twisted stuff on them in return. Probably best only I do it, stick close to me, okay?"\n\n"So we're gonna go over there and get them?" you ask in a mixture of hopeful and apprehensive.\n\n"Yup. I'll definitely need you to come along. Although to that end," she notes, picking up one of the other weird-looking rays, this one with a satellite dish-style emitter on the end, and turns towards you. Your eyes widen as she pulls the trigger and you flinch back, but instead of a death ray there's an <i>oo-woo-woo-woo-<b>woo</b></i> noise and a sort of wobbly, scentillating effect to the air that feels like ants walking all over your skin as it passes over you. It only lasts a second before Celest releases the trigger and sets the pistol back down.\n\n"... HEY!" you blurt, scowling. "What's the big-?!" Then you gasp loudly, hunching in on yourself as an intense sensation builds in the front of your crotch. Forcing yourself upright, you lift your skirt and stare down as a bulge grows in the front of your shimapan. In fact, it grows incredibly quickly, and soon the waistband of your panties snaps and they drop to the floor between your feet as an extremely large, fat cock springs forth and a pair of hefty hairless balls drop down, the whole thing swaying heavily and looking almost like you could bludgeon someone with it, since you won't be carrying a raygun.\n\n"Well <i>that's</i> the big, whew!" Celest declares with a little hiss you think is supposed to be a whistle but doesn't quite work with how her lips and tongue are set up. At the Look you give her, she shrugs. "By the time I figure out an infiltration plan and get us onto their ship, your friends will probably all already have been transformed. But remember what I said about how advanced my species' chemical engineering is... I'll whip up an injection that will cause your ejaculate to reactivate and reassert human genetics, so that way it will change them back. After that I'll just do a bit of memory editing and repair and you'll all be fine."\n\n"I... okay, I think I followed that," you say faintly, blushing. "But are you saying that, um, when we find the others, I'll have to... fuck them... to save them?" you murmur, your cock embarrassing you further by giving a hefty twitch and throb at the thought.\n\n"Cumming in them or on them, yeah. On will work if there's not another option, but in is better for a quick, thorough detransformation where I won't have to do any further repairs after," Celest declares breezily as she turns and saunters out of the room. You hurry to follow her, trying (fruitlessly) to push your skirt down over your huge hardon, and this time trying even <i>more</i> firmly not to look at her practically bare purple ass in that thong.\n\nFor the next twenty minutes or so you sit in a chair on the bridge and resist the urge to, ahem, explore your new massive member while Celest bustles about to various stations checking readings, writing algorithms, and setting machines to work. The fact that she's so scantily-clad and absolutely shameless about bending over and wiggling her alien assets at you while she's working doesn't exactly help. But eventually she collects a blocky little injection device out of a door in one of the machines and walks over, pressing it to your neck. You 'mmf' as you feel a slightly cool rushing sensation... then suppress a groan as you feel your balls actually getting heavier.\n\n"There, that should reinforce the high production and small refractory period the Futanaray already gave you," Celest says in a satisfied tone, apparently not noticing you glowering as you get to your feet, your cock having turned almost purple at the head from how hard and frustrated you are. "Besides making your genetic material reactivate and reassert any human genetics it tries to interact with. Now, I've managed to scan the Twister ship, and it looks like they're on a night schedule so not many people out and about. We'll be able to transport aboard, and I should be able to use this to track your friends even if they've been changed into something inanimate," she adds, holding up something that looks a lot like a studfinder. \n\n"... Inanimate?" you echo.\n\n"Yeah, they're not called 'Twisters' just because they twist genes around," Celest says dryly. "A lot of their ships started out as normal, but over time as stuff wears out or breaks, instead of using their own resources to fix it, they just grab up some locals from the nearest planet and turn them into replacement parts. Eventually the pipes, engine pieces, even the corridors and hull, are made out of living biomechanical matter that used to be people. ... You ready?"\n\nNo, absolutely fucking not, especially after hearing that, but you just sort of nod mutely since it's apparently the only way you're going to get your friends back. Celest puts a hand on your shoulder, and a moment later there's that growing light that overcomes you and then you're somewhere else.\n\nIt's a much more 'standard' sort of starship corridor, like you'd see in movies or shows made by the kind of people that think the future's going to be a terrible place that people just have to try and survive in. You look nervously around at the floor and walls, half expecting to see horrified faces and handprints pushing out of them, but luckily it's not quite that horrible. Although you do notice that the substance looks somehow more glossy and kind of 'ribbed', sort of more like the outer shell of a cockroach than it looks like metal.\n\nCelest takes the pistol off of her hip and holds it up at the ready, wagging the device around with her other hand. When it beeps and manifests an arrow, she makes a 'c'mon' gesture with one of her headtentacles to beckon you on and sets off. You follow behind her, <i>really</i> wishing you'd asked her for some sort of advanced alien panties that could contain your new baseball bat of a dick, since the only thing worse than wandering through creepy hostile alien corridors is doing it with a huge bare dick wobbling around in front of you with every step.\n\nYou try instead to think of finding your friends, and hoping maybe they haven't been... twisted... too badly by their kidnappers. (Oh fuck, what if one of them is on the outer hull? How would you, uh... ... yeah don't think about that.) Wonder who you'll find first...?\n\n<hr>\n[[Rina.|GGJS]]\n\n[[Nyoko.|GGJS]]\n\n[[Kuro.|GGJS]]\n\n[[Mika.|GGJS]]\n\n[[Keiko.|GGJS]]\n\n[[Mayuri.|GGJS]]

Ehhhh... you came all this distance to camp in the werewolf convention clearing. May as well actually do it.\n\nIt definitely takes several trips, and by the time you've finished you flump down to sit on one of the rocks, huffing and sweaty under your hoodie, flapping the front of it against your otherwise bare skin. (You decided "roughing it" should include no underwear. No particular reason that just struck you as kind of amusing in the process of getting ready.) You eye the tent and tarp, then shake your head and just roll your sleeping bag out on the ground. The sky's plenty clear, you'll mess with the tent later maybe if that seems likely to change. For now you have a quick snack and drink, then flump down on the sleeping bag to snooze the rest of the afternoon away.\n\nWhen you wake up it's already getting a bit dark, and you curse a bit before hurrying to gather the makings of a fire. Luckily this isn't the first time you've done this... as the presence of (still functional) camping gear in the house indicates, your dad does this semi-often and the whole family's done it a fair few times, you can build a fire, as long as you find the wood before it gets up-the-ass dark out. \n\nLuckily you do manage to gather enough wood, sticks, and other assorted kindling to likely last you through the night while it's still evening light out. Using the old ring of stones obviously set up for it, you spend awhile building yourself a nice little blaze, then settle back, huffing contentedly. You've gotten rather sweaty again, but oh well, not that there's anyone (or anything) out here to smell you.\n\n'Except werewolves,' you think with a scoff, looking upwards. Now where is... ah! There's the moon! A nice, shiny-\n\n<hr>\n[[-circle.|GGMB6x2]]\n\n[[-sliver?!|GGMB]]

"Y-yeah, alright," you answer rather dazedly, your pussy having hijacked complete control of your brain at this point. The toon gloves wiggle their fingers, but as if sensing your compliance don't immediately move. Instead they wait for you to undress yourself under Tanya's watchful but mindless gaze as you shuck off your shoes and peel out of your jeans, a few strands of wetness briefly connecting the crotch of your panties and your pussylips as you get them off, before pulling off your hoodie and tossing it as well, baring your body to the world. Breathing hard, you turn and seat yourself in the chair that will turn you into a plasticine braindead bimbo. The restraints slide out, moving much slower than they did when Tanya was captured, as if giving you one last chance to try to escape. But you force yourself to remain still, and the metal bands lock closed around you. \n\nYou'd expect the hands to go to work on you instantly, but as if to either reward you for being a good girl and knowing your place... or perhaps punish you for betraying yourself by making you wait longer... they instead move to begin fondling your body, the toon gloves squeezing and kneading your tits, one of them tucking between your legs and starting to rub your pussy, making you moan and writhe naked in the chair as Tanya gives a brainless giggle nearby. \n\nThen you gasp loudly in a different kind of shock as you watch the Bunzy animatronic come trundling out of the closet, moving with heavy, deliberate motions on its apparent robotic legs. It's also now displaying a large, fat purple rubber cock jutting out ahead of it from its crotch, which Tanya coos eagerly at the sight of and sashays over. "Bunzy baby can I pleeeease service your big ol' rod?" she whines pleadingly, lifting up her mini-sweater to display her stiff, artificial-looking tits and giving them a shake at him.\n\n"Well do a good job, baby, show Bunzy you're a sixty-nine," the animatronic crackles back with what sounds like a failing voicebox, its unchanging-expressioned head lowering to watch as Tanya squats in front of him, her glued-on microskirt lifting and displaying her fake-looking ass and plumped-up, dripping pussy as she gives a loud, happy 'Mmmm!' and starts sucking on it enthusiastically, already moaning and cooing around the thick rubber prick as she turns her head, letting it bulge up her cheek lewdly. One of her gaudily-nailed hands comes up to wrap around the lower half of the cock and pump it, while the other tucks between her legs, long pink nails drifting along her pussylips as she shamelessly toys with her clit.\n\nSlowly, Bunzy's head raises again, fixing those painted, lifeless plastic eyes on you, seemingly ignoring Tanya as she goes to town sucking and licking his rubber cock like the most enthusiastic porn starlet ever. As if sensing their mascot master's gaze on you, the toon gloves increase their stimulations, squeezing and working your body faster, thick white fingers pushing into both your pussy and ass and starting to pump, making you writhe and moan as you watch the twisted scene in front of you. You grow steadily more jealous of Tanya, already having been turned into a plastic fifties bimbo, getting to suck a deviant robot mascot's cock, and you just getting your holes fucked by toon fingers as you whimper and moan.\n\n"P-please, Bunzy," you whimper after a few minutes. "Please, make me a Bunzy Babe!"\n\n"Fine, slut, if you're gonna whine about it," Bunzy's scratchy voice says in a sneer. Instantly the hands pull away, making you gasp at your pussy and ass suddenly being empty. Then they sweep in, your eager moans occasionally interrupted by coughing and spluttering as they go to work applying the concealer over every inch of your body, smearing it on with thick, almost slimy pads and thumping fluffy, dusty poofs down on you, gradually giving you that same gloriously plastic look Tanya has all over.\n\nAs the hands are painting you, Bunzy moves again, reaching down and hauling Tanya to her feet, then turning her and bending her over. His own toon-gloved hands holding her wrists, he slams his cock into her from behind, Tanya squealing happily and brainlessly as he starts fucking her roughly, tongue lolling out past her thick, sex doll lips again and eyes rolling beneath her fake plastic lashes as his cloth hips slap against her enhanced ass, her stiff tits not jiggling in the slightest as they jut out ahead of her.\n\nYou quiver in anticipation as the gloves finish painting your whole body and bring in the syringes, actually cumming a little the moment the needles pierce your tits and lips. Your tits, already having been a fair bit bigger but softer than Tanya's, quickly begin to stiffen and fill out, gradually becoming almost spheres capped with thick, pointy, detailless nipples like a pair of plastic balls glued to your chest, constantly stiff and aching and presented for view. You mewl happily as you feel your lips inflating, growing thicker and fatter, obviously useless for talking or eating and meant for nothing but sucking dick as they grow wide and round enough that your mouth is always slightly open. You pant eagerly as the hands return to start painting your new fat, dicksucking lips with an overly thick, overly bright layer of lipstick as well as applying overly heavy rouge and eyeshadow, the scent of strong adhesive filling your nose as the exaggerated plastic eyelashes are glued to your lids over your own, the makeup feeling heavy and whorish on your face.\n\nYou're left to admire your obscene, oversexualized doll's body of what you can see looking down and in the mirror past Bunzy robotically and relentlessly fucking the squealing, brandead bimbo Tanya as the hands work enough hairspray and styling goo into your hair to essentially turn it to plastic as they curl it around at the ends into a perfect fifties housewife do, capping your head with a glued-on headband for it as well. Apparently that's what they're going for as, rather than Tanya's pink sweater and micro-poodleskirt, they bring in a string of incredibly fake-looking pearls that's draped around your neck, a spray of adhesive at the back of your neck making sure they'll never actually come off again. Then a white blouse cut just as short as Tanya's sweater is slid onto you and (barely) buttoned in front, the garment showing off almost the entire lower half of your big globe-like fake tits, a much more prim and proper style of brown skirt... save that it will still be short enough to leave your pussy completely on display... being glued to your waist. You can similarly feel the very high, almost stiletto heels, the wholesome, motherly robin's egg blue color clashing with their fuck-me height.\n\nYour transformation into a Bunzy Babe is almost complete, and you quiver eagerly, your concealer-coated cunt dripping onto the chair as the metal bars swing out to the sides of your head. But nothing immediately happens, leaving you mewling softly... until something slides open beneath your right hand.\n\nYou look down, seeing that there are two buttons practically under your index and middle fingers. One is pink and labeled 'Complete Process', the other is red and reads 'Release Restraints'. Oh... oh god, they're giving you a choice... instead of just doing it all whether you want it or not, you have to push the button to fry your own brain and become a mindless, giggly, Bunzy Babe sex doll who only exists to be the fucktoy of a sneering, sexist robot rabbit. Or... or you can keep your mind, fully aware that you've already been permanently altered into a Barbie-esque fucktoy, and entirely of your own will.\n\n<hr>\n[[Press 'Complete Process'.|WilmaFun]]\n\n[[Press 'Release Restraints'.|WilmaFun]]

Those actually look like people? Like really tall, kinda brawny people, but the outlines are definitely, uh, human. "Hello?" you call cautiously, trying not to sound too frightened. "Uh, if it's the park rangers, sorry about not using the official spot?"\n\nThere's a low, rumbling chuckle from multiple sources, one that somehow simultaneously stokes your fear but also causes a sort of slight building pressure low in your belly and has your nipples stiffening. An effect only enhanced as a deep, rumbling growl of a voice that sends a fresh jolt of that prey animal fear down your spine and this time straight into your pussy speaks up.\n\n"<b>Oh, definitely not park rangers, girl.</b>"\n\nThree of the figures step forward, though you can see more of them milling about in the darkness beyond. All three are tall... well over six feet, one of them maybe bordering on seven... and covered in fur of mottled colors, one of them mostly in shades of brown, another in shades of gray, though the one in the center, the tallest, has black fur on his head and shoulders and streaking down his sides and back where it starts fading in color until most of his legs are white. They're broad-shouldered, toned, the other two with amber eyes and the lead one with one yellow and one blue eye. Their faces are mostly human but with hints of canine to them, including the several sharp teeth in their smiles. Their cocks, completely bare, also look mostly human, save that they have slight sheaths around the bases of them and their balls are thoroughly covered with fur.\n\nThough those cocks had swayed limply along with the bouncing of their balls with their steps, they're now steadily beginning to harden and jut up into the air in front of the three of them as they blatantly eye you.\n\n"<b>Even if you hadn't just gone ahead and parked yourself in our meeting spot as an offered-up snack, you could be smelled from across the forest, girl,</i>" Blue Eye says, smirking as he gives his hardening cock a few strokes with one strong-looking hand, as well as revealing himself as the owner of that monstrously masculine voice. "<b>Young, healthy, and ready. I imagine you could stand quite a bit of... rough use.</b>"\n\n<hr>\n[[... Eep.|GGMB]]\n\n[[... RUN!|GGMB]]\n\n[[... Sayonara, pantalones.|GGMB6x4]]

Curious to see what this place looks like with the lights on and if you can actually get any of the old stuff working, you reach out and flick the master switch, yelping a little as there's a spark, but almost immediately the flourescent lights sputter to life, restoring a semblance of life to the place. You wheel around though as two sounds come to your attention... the sort of stretched, distorted wind-up of music trilling up as if it were coming from a needle hitting a record that hadn't entirely spun up, and Tanya giving a shriek of shock. Your eyes widen as the cartoon glove hands on cables attached to the chair Tanya was standing next to grab her, lifting her bodily up into the air and thumping her down into the seat, four of them holding her wrists and ankles to keep her pinned even as she struggles.\n\n"Wilma, help!" Tanya cries, even as she's half drowned out by the music, which you recognize as the voice of the Bunzy animatronic obviously mimicking the style of Elvis (or closer to a bad Elvis impersonator).\n\n♪ Welllllllllllll hold on bitch you may think you're fine!\nBut if you want Bunzy's pole, just get in line!\nGonna show you how to be all mine!\nWe're gonna take you from zero outta ten to sixty-niiiiiiiiine! ♫\n\nYou're still left staring in shock as others of the hands move in, Tanya going stiff with fear as several of them brandish still gleamingly sharp scissors and proceed to cut off her little top and snug shorts, others yanking her shoes and socks off, quickly leaving her naked there on the chair. Then they go to work, Tanya coughing as they begin misting copious amounts of hairspray onto her shoulder-length strawberry blonde hair before starting to tease it into a poofy, thick 'do. She yelps loudly as a pair of robot toon gloves swing around a pair of large syringes filled with something green and jab the needles into her tits, which swell and grow as the plungers of the syringes are pushed, her pert C-cups turning into big, stiff, fake-looking globes. Another set of hands jab other needles into the sides of her asscheeks, her ass similarly expanding outward, though from the way it's pillowing against the seat of the chair it's considerably more yielding than her new tits. Tanya can't even yelp as a smaller set of needles are jabbed into her lips and inject them, turning them almost ridiculously puffy and full, as if they'd been done by an extremely overenthusiastic collagen specialist. Having altered her body, the hands continue to work her over, caking her with enough base that her skin looks almost like a doll's before starting to apply heavy rouge and bright purple eyeliner, smearing practically glowing crimson lipstick across her swollen lips as enormous fake eyelashes are clipped on over her own.\n\n"Wilma, help! Help, you've gotta stop it!" she calls, obviously trying to be heard over the whirring of the robot hands and the wail of the coarse mockery of bebop blaring from the speakers.\n\n<hr>\n[[Cut the power!|WilmaFun]]\n\n[[... keep watching...|WilmaFun2x3]]

It's important to enjoy your youth while you have it, after all! Anyway that's what a lot of inspirational movies and books say. Not everything can be devotion and selflessness, can it?\n\nSo yes, time to just have a nice little staycation, hanging out with your friends and maybe even family. So let's see, what to do <i>first</i>?\n\n[[Hit the mall|SweetMallStart]] - An obvious first activity of the summer, really! Hm, too obvious? A little too stereotypical?\n\n[[Babysitting|SweetBabysitStart]] - It could involve hanging out with friends, depending on who you wind up doing it with... admittedly this is likely more to be an obligation, but hey, you can still have fun!\n\n[[Sleepover|SweetSleepStart]] - Admittedly probably even more stereotypical than hitting the mall, but definitely a lot of potential fun!

"I wanna see exactly what this place is like," you note, heading towards the suggestive signage on the beauty salon. "If nothing else, I find the thought process behind putting a makeover place in a theme park as mystifying as anything else we usually encounter."\n\n"Got that right," Tanya snorts as she follows after you.\n\nThe front doors of the salon are almost opaque with dust, but you're a little surprised at how easily it swings open when you pull on it, despite the groan of rusty hinges. "Huh, unlocked," you note, somewhat unnecessarily as you both walk inside and start shining your flashlights around. \n\nThe building itself is largely round, the building a partial dome, giving you the slight feeling of being inside a tacky, fifties-themed egg. There's a counter near the door littered with displays that were apparently just left out and then probably knocked around by a raccoon or stray cat at some point, singles of souvenir makeup scattered across the dusty linoleum surface. There are a handful of beautician chairs, and you watch as Tanya walks over to one and gives a slight 'huh'. "Hey, check these out!" She lifts up something that looks like a thick, sectioned metal cable with a white cartoon-style glove on the end. "They're attached to the back of the chair."\n\n"Probably their gimmick, the hands probably just wiggled and waved around for a 'toon town' feel," you note, continuing further into the building. You open what looks like the door to a utility closet, and have to bite back a scream that winds up coming out as a strangled yelp at the sight of something inhuman and strange looming above you.\n\n"Wilma?!" Tanya calls worriedly.\n\n"No, it's fine," you answer with a glance over your shoulder at her, then turning your scowl towards the Bunzy animatronic. Your flashlight casts deep shadows over his smiling cartoon face with its faded, worn fabric covering and large plastic eyeballs, somehow turning that cheeky rebel smile molded onto his motor-activated mouth into something more like a sinister leer befitting the innuendo of the large fiberglass version outside. "They left their mascot in the closet. Can't say I blame them, I wouldn't want to look at this thing while I was packing up either."\n\n"Doesn't even look like they did a lot of that," Tanya notes as she directs her flashlight towards the opposite end of the building, the light reflecting dully off of dusty chrome circular racks. "They left a ton of clothes just hanging here. I guess when they decided to shut this place down they basically just walked off and left everything."\n\n"So odd," you murmur mostly to yourself, glancing back at Bunzy, then looking aside slightly as you notice something out of the corner of your eye. Oh hey, the breaker box. You notice that there's a light on... this place still has working electrical hookups? You guess part of their minimal preparation to leave was just to shut off the main switches to the buildings.\n\n<hr>\n[[Turn the power back on.|WilmaFun2x2]]\n\n[[Check out the makeup.|WilmaFun]]\n\n[[Check out the clothes.|WilmaFun]]

After a brief consideration, you decide that you can't afford to hoard things for the future... right now the future is so tumultuous that if you get into that mindset you'll never get out of it. No, you have to deal with the problem right in front of you for now, and that problem has an obvious solution that you need to take. "I do have an Appearance Change Potion," you say slowly. "And I'll give it to you. But no offense, considering how valuable it is right now, how can we be sure you won't just take it and run off?"\n\nHer face clouds over briefly, before she huffs. "No, deary, I suppose that's a fair question. Alright, how about this... you give me the potion and I'll give you..." She states a figure in gold that you try not to let make your eyes bulge. That's pretty hefty even for max level players, for someone like you, twenty levels below the cap, and in this situation, it would be a godsend. You can hear Arachne making quiet strangled noises beside you. "It's almost everything that I have, so if I try to ditch you or don't hold up my end of the deal, you'll still have been more than compensated for the potion. Otherwise, you give it back when we're done. I will set the group loot so that you and your friend get everything though. Sound fair?"\n\n"Yeah, that's more than fair," you agree, nodding.\n\n"Alright. The bank, then?"\n\nAlong the way, Sabine actually has you and Arachne join the party she's formed with the others, giving you a better look at their stats and names. (The Guardian is Thule, the enchanter is Justinian, and the druid is Lord Harrdkok. You guess that changes in bodies isn't the only unfortunate thing people have to deal with in this situation.) Sabine also explains what she's been able to learn from others who have gone out, either in Devle or via her friends list. "Call out attack names or just try to use them instead of trying to use the interface. Apparently the less you think about trying to fight, use skills, and do whatever you could do in the game, the better you'll be able to do it now. Just try to do it without thinking about how you're doing it or all the little details... if you were good at it in the game you'll be good at it here."\n\nHm. Which kind of makes sense, and you certainly wish you'd picked up on it before being fucked to death by wolves... when you weren't thinking about riding the horse you could do it fine. Soon all of you enter the Devle bank, with you and Sabine going to separate counters to access your vaults... via the HUD, rather than actually getting shown to some cool Harry Potter style vault in the depths of the bank, which you can't help but find a little disappointing. You withdraw the Appearance Change potion and some of your backup weapons, then turn to Sabine, both of you opening a trade window. Again it's a little disappointing that the items pass directly from each other's inventories... but then you suppose that amount of gold would be quite the space-consuming pile. (You'd probably take it out later anyway just to look at it and maybe try to Scrooge McDuck in it if you were keeping it. Alas.) You watch as Sabine grins and takes the bottle from her inventory, then downs it. You, Arachne, and Sabine's friends all jump back a bit in shock as she drops the bottle and hunches in on herself, crying out... well, not too loudly, it sounds like she's in a bit of pain but not as much as you'd expect. Her body is completely covered by white light, which fades and-\n\nWell. You're not entirely sure what you were expecting... maybe some portly middle-aged guy (which is kind of what Lord Harrdkok looks like now anyway) if Sabine changed to look like their real-life self, or maybe some super-handsome muscular guy. Instead, Sabine straightens up looking like... Sabine. Well, there are a few differences... she's taller than you now by over an inch, and it looks like her boobs might actually be a bit bigger. She gives her hair another sexy toss with her hand and declares, in a <i>very</i> sweet and lyrical voice, "Ah! That's <i>much</i> better!"\n\n"O... kay." You exchange a glance with Arachne, before looking back to Sabine and admitting, "Not what I was expecting."\n\n"Hm-hm-hm-hm~, well, picking a voice option is part of character generation, no? I decided to see if I could do a few other things a bit beyond what character generation allows too, and it looks like that all worked. After all, one of the only things I didn't like about being in my avatar's body was still having my old voice, darling. Well, that and lacking a certain thing I always role-played having," she adds in that sweet coo, giving her hips a good shake... enough to flap the front of her skirt up and briefly display the fairly hefty bulge in the front of her pretty white panties.\n\n"Ohmigawd," Arachne murmurs, covering her blushing face with both hands while you try to suppress your own blush and clear your throat.\n\n"R-right, understandable. Plus, y'know, interesting to know about the Appearance Change Potion. So, um, are we ready to go?"\n\n"My armor seems to have adjusted automatically, so yes, I think we're all good. Boys?" Sabine glances at the trio behind her, who all make noises of assent, before looking back at the two of you. "Alright, how do you want to do this?"\n\n"Ah... I figured you already had a plan," you admit. \n\n"Hm, well if it's to get your condition cleared, the easiest, fastest way to do it would be to just head to the low-level mob area. Assuming the respawn rate is still high we should be able to clear however many monsters you need in about an hour, two tops, even with everyone adjusting to being on this side of the screen. You won't get much in the way of drops, though... probably a lot of silver coins and vendor trash. Or we can head to a slightly higher-level area... not too much, we don't want to take unreasonable risks considering what happened to you, dearies," she adds, actually managing to do it without sounding condescending, which you appreciate. "We'll probably provoke an area boss, and between that and the better leveled monsters, you should net a nice little profit by the end of the day, besides either clearing or almost clearing your condition... if you don't clear it today, we'll finish up tomorrow. The third option is... mmm..." She cups her chin.\n\n"What? What is it?" you ask, frowning.\n\nSabine looks over at Justinian, who reaches up to adjust his glasses a bit. "Early this morning, I thought I'd check with some of the local People of the Land who are normally questgivers. Some of them weren't there, or didn't have anything to say, but one did... Old Man Yanoshi."\n\n"Are you kidding?" you mutter, eyeing him.\n\n"Who's Old Man Yanoshi?" Arachne asks with a frown.\n\nYou sigh. "That's right, we never got around to doing that one, though I told you about it once. Old Man Yanoshi is the only questgiver people routinely come to Devle from somewhere else for. He gives the quest 'The Cleansing of Darkdevil Manor'. It's a level <i>fifty</i> quest," you note, glancing at the others with a bit of a frown.\n\n"We're all well above level fifty, though," Thule says with a bit of a sneer.\n\n"And we're actually <i>in</i> the game for the first time," Sabine chastises him before you can. "Running Darkdevil Manor as our first trial run is a huge risk... there's a lot of monsters that use status effects, at least one monster rush even if we don't provoke any others, and the boss can be a challenge even at level sixty if you don't know their habit and timing."\n\n"Which we don't know if it will be the same now," Arachne points out. "Time doesn't seem to work like it did before?"\n\n"And there's probably not any 'fire' to warn us of the areas of an incoming attack," you add in, folding your arms. "Darkdevil Manor is a gigantic risk."\n\n"It is. But the monsters drop a lot of gold at any level, they also tend to give rare drops for equipment and crafting materials, and the experience points gained from it are nothing to laugh at even for a level eighty character. Assuming we still gain experience, which I'm guessing we do since we still have levels," Justinian says, adjusting his glasses again.\n\n"We'll hold to the agreement and you can have all the gold and drops, but we'll buy anything you can't or don't want to use off of you for the vendor value," Sabine speaks up. "We'll still be getting something out of it, after all... it looks like some titles, not just the ones you got stuck with, confer bonuses now, and 'Purifier of Darkdevil Manor' is one of them... Justinian and I have it, but Thule and Hardy don't. It's a good one, worth having."\n\nYou consider. You have that title, but obviously can't switch it out until Dire Wolf's Bitch is cleansed. And Arachne doesn't have it, so besides the rest getting her something that would help in the times ahead would be good. However it sounds like all of you are risking a party wipe by going in there... and considering what happened the last time, who knows what it would do? At best you have the feeling your counter for 'Fucktoy for Monsters' would get reset, at worst... who knows? Still they're right, doing Darkdevil Manor with a full party but only splitting the rewards two ways would make you and Arachne the in-game equivalent of wealthy in one go, besides all the other benefits... maybe not quite as wealthy as Sabine apparently is, but close to. There are the other options to consider too... the medium-rank monsters would put some gold in your pockets with only the risk of facing down an Area Boss... albeit probably one like the wolf that fucked you to death. The trash mobs would basically just be to clear this stupid condition as quickly as possible. So you have every option from "cheap instant gratification" to "high risk, high reward", what's it going to be?\n\n<hr>\n[[Cheap instant gratification.|GGET]]\n\n[[The middle road.|GGET]]\n\n[[High risk, high reward.|GGET]]

"Maybe if I get something cool I'll give the other ones a try, yeah?" you say, handing over the dollar, then digging in your pocket for change.\n\n"Tax is already figured in, no worries," she replies, ringing up the sale. "Go ahead and pick whichever you like!"\n\nYou suppose you could sort through the bags feeling for which was heavier or jingled more, but it feels like it would be way too rude to do that after buying what's probably the cheapest thing in the store. So instead you simply snag one of the small bags at random and give the counter girl another polite nod before wandering out into the mall. You stop at a nearby bench and take a seat, before ripping the top of the bag free of its staple and emptying it into one hand. With a little jingle, a key with attached remote fob comes tumbling out into your hand. Huh, looks like one of those car keys with the little chips on it that let the car actually start up, though this one is hexagon-shaped and a dark bronze color. The top of the key is shaped like an Autobot symbol, and the fob with the usual three buttons is bright red with orange and yellow flames on it. \n\n"O... kay," you murmur, holding it up. This just looks like some fanboy's car keys? Maybe that's exactly what it is, and someone lost these while rummaging in a store bin, and they eventually found them and sold them. Well that's... great. Still, it was only a dollar, and maybe you can pry the Autobot insignia thing off the top and put it on your house key or something. When you get home, though. Your failure to get something stupendously awesome for a buck has damped your enthusiasm a little, and you decide to head home, getting up and wandering to the mall's nearest exit.\n\nAs you pass through the rows of cars, you pause, ceasing to jingle the keys and looking at them instead, specifically eyeing the fob. ... No waaaay. Even if these are someone's actual keys they lost, they would have had to have gotten a spare set and driven it away by now, or the mall would have towed it, or something. Still, more out of whimsy than anything else, you press the 'Lock' button a few times.\n\n<i>Bwee-bii-bwee-boop!</i>\n\nYou blink, half at the fact that there was an actual response, and half because that's the oddest 'the car's locked' security noise you've ever heard. Don't most modern cars just honk the horn? Still, it sounded fairly close, so you wander in the direction the sound came from. It's not exactly hard to spot it when you get close... it's an extremely bright red supercar of some sort, low-slung and angular, with a prominent yellow spoiler, canopy style top, multiple exhausts along each side, and the hood painted in a, you guessed it, orange and yellow flame pattern with an Autobot symbol in the middle. This is not the car of any average fanboy, this is some hit-the-mega-jackpot ultranerd's car. You stare at it for a moment more, then hit the 'Unlock' button on the fob. The top of the car swings open, revealing a rather overdesigned double-seat interior that does in fact look like someone wanted to cross 'luxury car' and 'fighter jet'.\n\n"Unreal," you murmur to yourself, staring... then doing a quick glance around. ... You can't. Surely you can't. But, well... is it really stealing a car if you bought the keys to it? True you've only had a couple of driving lessons, but... you could probably drive it home. At least there you could tell your parents, and, well, if nothing else you can say you were moving it so it didn't get towed until you can find the real owner. If nothing else, you at least want to sit in it... it's cheesy, and at the same time it's a really awesome car, so after a bit more hedging you relent and climb over the side of it and into the driver's seat. Almost the moment your butt is settled, the canopy swings closed around you. ... Okay you hope you can find the release for that before the interior starts heating up. (Oddly it's a pleasant temperature inside. Must be the heavy blue tint of the windows.) So if you're going to drive it or not, you at least need AC for a few moments, so you find the key slot on the dash and slide the key into it.\n\nThere's an odd noise, like an overdone powering-up sound effect, as lights immediately begin coming up, including showing a prominent HUD display on the windshield. "Bad <i>ass</i>," you can't help but murmur, glancing around. "Okay, I have to take this at least around the parking lot."\n\n"Actually," an amused-sounding male voice says, a bar of lights in the center of the dash flashing along with it. "Why don't I drive?"\n\nWith that the motor revs, and the car suddenly pulls out of the parking space, tires giving a light screech as it makes a hard turn to avoid and pull ahead of someone that had been driving along the row. You yelp as a set of racecar-style restraints snaps out of the seat and fastens itself around you, tugging you back against the leather chair as the car does another fast turn out of the parking lot, narrowly whizzing between two other cars to hit the pavement and doing a diagonal across all three lanes of the street to make a hard U-turn at speed. "Oh God I'm in one of Elon Musk's death traps!" you shriek.\n\n"Now that's just hurtful," the male voice from the dash responds, lights blinking again. "Among other things I'm powered by something way more efficient than electricity. Well, theoretically, there's always a supply problem."\n\n"What th-... you mean <i>energon</i>?" You pause in tugging at your crash restraints to stare at the console. "No. No way. You are not an actual Transformer."\n\n"No, clearly I'm the <i>other</i> kind of sentient self-driving car," the voice responds with an electronic snort. "Do I sound like either William Daniels or Val Kilmer, though?"\n\n"Transformers are just in cartoons and movies, you can't be real!" you splutter.\n\n"Oh? And why would you think that?" the car asks in a knowing tone.\n\n"Because they're... in cartoons and... movies," you answer, trailing off as the implication sinks in.\n\n"Amazing what you can do by establishing some relationships with a few toy companies, huh? We're robots in disguise, that doesn't mean just turning into cars and jets, we occasionally use the rest of the espionage bundle too, like misinformation."\n\n"I... ... okay, in the absence of any other explanation for this, okay. So two questions, who are you and <i>why are you kidnapping me</i>?!" you demand.\n\n"My name's Hot Rod, and I'm not kidnapping you, Cyan. It is Cyan, right? Sorry, I took a second to look up your picture from the local ISD student registry."\n\n"Hot Rod?" You make a face. "Shouldn't you have a French accent then?"\n\nThere's a rather long silence from the car, before the sound of a gusty sigh plays over the speakers, the dash lights flickering. "You know, I never thought I'd miss the days when most kids associated me with getting Optimus Prime killed, but here we are."\n\n"... Sorry?" you offer, since you have to admit you've never heard a car sound depressed before.\n\n"Nevermind. Anyway, that key you found was something I've been looking for for a long time. It has a lot of vital information embedded on it... I gave it to a human friend of mine, but the Decepticons were closing in on him and he had to ditch it. Then it got lost. I could find the general area where it was, but couldn't exactly get inside the mall to look for it myself, even if it wouldn't have been like searching for an energon shard in a glowweed stack. Luckily it seems like you've found it."\n\n"And this explains why you're heading for the interstate why?" you ask with another glance out the side window. \n\n"Because the Decepticons want this information too. Badly. It's got an energy signature that can be tracked... it's likely a Decepticon was already on their way to surveil the mall, like me hoping some human might bring the key out. Unfortunately that signature leaves faint traces on whoever's in contact with it for long enough... that's why, for your safety, it's best if you come with me to our remote base. You'll be safe there."\n\n"I'd kinda like a say in this!" you blurt out, frowning. "It's still kidnapping even if it's well-intentioned!"\n\nThere's silence again from the car, before Hot Rod replies, "Yeah, you're right. It has to be your choice. Look, if you want to take that risk, I'll drop you off at your home. Maybe the Decepticons won't bother looking for such faint traces of the signature if they can detect the real thing moving away. Or you can come with me, and I promise we'll keep you safe. Your choice, Cyan," he adds, pulling over to the side of the road, the already smooth engine settling to an idle. "You know what I think is best for you, but I'm not going to force you."\n\n<hr>\n[[Go with Hot Rod.|GGMCE]]\n\n[[Go home.|GGMCE]]

You are just a bit of a gacha addict, after all, the idea of something random and mysterious sort of appeals to you. Plus grab bags are usually cheaper... sure, they're usually cheaper because they're the crap that doesn't sell, but eh. You head up towards the counter, exchanging a polite nod with the redhead as she comes back into view, then look at the small table set up beside it littered with different sizes of brown paper bag labeled with permanent marker.\n\nIt looks like there are several different sizes available, in different prices. There are some small ones, basically small enough to fit in the palm of your hand, that are a dollar. The ones more the standard size of a lunch bag are five dollars, and then there are large grocery bag sized ones that are twenty.\n\n"So, can you give me at least a general idea what's in them, or...?" you ask the redhead.\n\n"Sure! The small ones are just little things we've accumulated over the years, that we've had sitting around for awhile. You know, it gets tucked into corners, people never notice it, it gets forgotten about until we find it and put it in a bag," she says sheepishly. "The larger ones contain costume accessories that fell out of bags or people just didn't want, and the big ones contain full costumes that just haven't sold in awhile. ... I probably shouldn't have been quite that honest," she admits with a sheepish giggle, rubbing the back of her head.\n\n"Nah, I appreciate it," you reply with a grin. You pull out your wallet and open it up... by chance, you just so happen to have one twenty, one five, and one single on you. So, let's hand her the...\n\n<hr>\n[[Twenty.|GGMCE9x1]]\n\n[[Five.|GGMCE]]\n\n[[Single.|GGMCE2x2]]

Who doesn't love something super spooky? Halloween in summer, baby! Grinning, you follow the arrows.\n\nAnd indeed the place does really have the look of, well, a ton of haunted houses grouped all together. Just that they look a lot nicer and more upscale than ones erected for a month and a half once a year by someone looking to make a few bucks quick. There are various costumed people wandering around, most rather obviously dressed as monsters (mostly of the Halloweenish variety), and you do see one or two rides. One's one of those big "terror tower" things that has a big sign on the top that reads '[[Drop To Hell|DropHellStart]]', with LEDs covering the entire tower giving it a flickering, flaming look, while another seems to be some sort of riverboat ride that says '[[Pirate Seas|PirateStart]]'. Huh, pirates count as horror still? You thought they'd gotten a full makeover into grungily dashing anti-heroes. \n\nAs you're considering them, one of the park employees dressed as a witch saunters up... though you have to admit that even with the green paint and prosthetic beak of a nose, she's still rather pretty for a typical witch, with a wart that looks like a beauty mark and robes that are rather snug against a sleekly-curved body. "Well well well, what have we here! Someone wandering over to Horrorland, ehhh?" she... honestly it's more of a coo than anything else, rather than a proper cackle.\n\n"Yeah, was just looking at what there is to do," you reply.\n\n"Well there's so <i>much</i> dear!" she says with a successfully hybridized giggle-cackle. "Perhaps you'd like to head over to the '[[Monster Museum|SamMMStart]]', where you can see lots of interesting baubles, take part in little scenarios with our local monsters, or get a bit of a monster makeover yourself! Can't recommend the witchy look enough myself," she adds with a wink of one green eye. "Then there's our exploration areas like the '[[House of Darkness|HoDStart]]', the '[[Endless Cemetary|SamECStart]]', or the '[[Ruined World|SamRWStart]]'. If you'd like to take a gander at some things a little <i>different</i>, there's the '[[Bizarre Bazaar|SamBBStart]]'. Just let me know what you're interested in... why, I might just <i>curse</i> you with a trip right to the front of the line!" she adds with another cackle-giggle.\n\nHaaaa. Okay. Still, that does sound cool. Just a matter of what you want to do, then. You guess the 'exploration areas' are just sort of spooky places you can wander around in and enjoy the ambiance, like a typical haunted house. The museum sounds like it has some interactive stuff, and the 'Bizarre Bazaar'... kind of sounds like a politically correct term for a 'freak show', but you guess you'd have to see for yourself.

"It's probably best to find a group," you finally conclude as you claim a side of the bed and flop down, scooting to lay on your side, your back to Arachne to give her the most minor illusion of privacy. "100 monsters, even weak ones, could take us forever on our own."\n\n"You're probably right." Arachne sighs, and you can feel the mattress shift as she turns over and flops down to sleep as well. "But <i>you</i> do the talking, if I try to explain that title I'll just die of embarrassment."\n\nThe next morning, you pull an apple out of your inventory and crunch it, musing that at least some things are familiar. Sitting at the small table the room comes with, Arachne forks up a mouthful of eggs... and almost spits them out. "Ugh! It doesn't taste like anything! It's like... like unflavored noodles but blander!"\n\n"Yikes. Everything?" You blink at her, getting up and walking over to look at the plate of bacon and eggs.\n\n"The bacon too! How can bacon taste like nothing, that's like against the law!" Arachne flops with her head on her folded arms, obviously morose.\n\n"This apple tastes fine," you announce, lifting the fruit a bit. "Try an ingredient item, see if that's better."\n\nArachne looks up at you and blinks, then pops an orange out of her inventory and spends a moment peeling it. Popping a slice into her mouth, she looks relieved. "That's better. Actually, it tastes pretty good." She frowns down at the plate. "So what's wrong with the actual food dishes?"\n\n"Dunno. We'll have to figure it out later, for now let's head outside and see if anyone's looking for a group."\n\nRearmed and rearmored after yesterday's fiasco, the two of you trot outside and spend a little while looking around Devle. Things seem a lot calmer today... most of the adventurers seem to have accepted what's going on, somewhat, and while some seem depressed and moping, others are at least moving around talking. You spot three sets of them standing near enough to exits to combat zones that it looks like they're probably considering going out, which means they'd probably be receptive to more party members. Of course, the first just so happens to be the group with that [[big-boobed Alv|GGET4x2]] that was laughing at you yesterday (the one you're pretty sure was a guy, before)... they had a lot of amusement at your expense, and still might if you approach again, but at a glance it looks like she's a Sorcerer, and the group also has a Guardian, an Enchanter, and a Druid. That means they've got practically everything they need except tough-DPS and fast-DPS, which you and Arachne fit perfectly. It'd probably just be really embarrassing to approach them.\n\nHunched near one of the gates in some shade is a rather more [[disheveled-looking group|GGETPlaceholder]]... somehow they manage to look disreputable, honestly. Made up mostly of beastmen, the types with animal ears and tails, the group looks to be melee-heavy, but that's just the sort that could chew through a bunch of monsters fast, considering that's what you need. You're not really sure you like the look of them, but then you remind yourself that until yesterday the "look" they had were just icons on a screen, it's not their fault they actually wound up looking like that after the transition.\n\nFinally, there's what looks like a group made up mostly of [[young teens|GGETPlaceholder]]... younger than you were before you turned tall and toned, anyway, looking in the range of thirteen and fourteen. There's three or four of them, and all of them have a sort of nervous, uneasy look that says they get what's going on even less than most of the displaced people around here do. You're almost inclined to suggest partying up with them just so that you can watch out for them, as much as anything else.

"C'mon, that's the one," you murmur to Arachne, heading toward the Alv's group.\n\n"Oh noooo, not them," Arachne whines, covering her face with her hands. "Do we have to give them a <i>close up</i> view of our titles...?"\n\n"Look, they've already seen it, and anyone else we approach will see it too, let's just go," you answer with a sigh, reaching back to grab her upper arm and pull her along with you. Indeed, as you approach, the group starts snickering, but mostly they keep it quiet as the two of you arrive.\n\n"Yeees, can we help you?" the blonde Alv asks. She's obviously been working on the voice a bit... she's just tall enough to pull off having a slightly husky voice as it is, you could <i>almost</i> think it was just that, if you hadn't heard her laughing yesterday. Still, even with that, you imagine she'd turn quite a few heads... she's almost as tall as you are, with breasts bigger than her head, wearing a skintight black shirt with a green vest over it and a pleated green short skirt, with thigh-high black boots with high heels.\n\n"Um, yeah." You cough a bit, feeling more nerves now that they're all staring at you, but manage a grin and press on. "You guys looked like you were considering going out to do some combat. We thought we'd see if you needed two more to party up with."\n\n"I see." She quirks one perfect golden eyebrow, giving her head a slight toss to make her long, wavy locks shake and glimmer in the early morning sun. If she didn't sound vaguely like Dr. Girlfriend, she'd probably be able to charm the pants off of a king or something. Her pretty red lips quirk up in a grin, and she points a slickly-manicured fingernail in the general direction of your name and title. "Before I answer, I need to know... just what is up with you being a 'Dire Wolf's Bitch', darling?"\n\n<hr>\n[[Tell the truth.|GGET4x3]]\n\n[[Bluff.|GGETPlaceholder]]

You glance at Arachne, who's giving you a pleading expression, then sigh and shake your head. Looking back at the Alv, you answer, "Just after the... world shift or whatever you wanna call it, I had to hurry out because Arachne here was caught in a combat zone alone. We wound up... well, the monsters raped us. When we died, part of our Death Penalty was those titles." You glance down at the ground, grimacing. "We have to defeat 100 monsters if we want to get rid of it."\n\n"I see." The Alv purses her lips, apparently thinking that over. Though the Druid guffaws a bit, she smacks him on the shoulder to shut him up, the others mercifully silent. Finally, she asks, "What level are you?"\n\n"I'm seventy. She's sixty-five," you add, tilting your head towards Arachne.\n\n"Hm, you're a little under our level, but not too bad. Still, it sounds like we'd be helping you out a lot more than you'd be helping us... we can manage just fine as we are, after all, or pick up any DPS we want." She cups her delicate chin, giving a dramatic 'hmmmm'. "Still, that's pretty tough for you. My name's Sabine, dear, and there <i>is</i> something I'm looking for... if you can trade us that, we'll even set the group dynamic so that you get most of the loot."\n\n"What's that?" you ask curiously.\n\n"An Appearance Change Potion," she replies. Sabine narrows her green eyes at you. "If you can provide me an Appearance Change Potion, you can join our party for as long as you want."\n\nYou probably should have known. An Appearance Change Potion basically kicked you back to Character Generation for everything but your name. You could change anything you wanted... even your gender. Obviously someone who had gotten stuck in a character that was the wrong gender would want one to make themselves look more like their real self. You just so happen to have one safely tucked away in your bank, having kept it mostly with the intent of auctioning it off someday if you ever needed a quick influx of gold.\n\nExcept, speaking of which... that time could easily be right now. Enough people are going to be stuck in bodies they hate that they'd be willing to pay almost anything for one of those potions... not just money, favors, help. Since they were only given out once and it was mostly a fluke that you got one in the first place, they're going to be extremely rare and there probably won't be any more once the current supply is gone. It almost seems a waste to trade one just for the right to join a PUG. \n\n<hr>\n[[Trade Sabine the potion.|GGET4x4]]\n\n[[Deny the offer.|GGETPlaceholder]]\n\n[[Try to get more out of Sabine for the potion.|GGETPlaceholder]]

'Nah, nah, fam, you've got it all wrong,' you think a bit smugly as you arrive at the office door. 'Money isn't the only thing to bribe her with!'\n\n"Agreed. Explain your reasoning."\n\n'Back before I ran afoul of Cyan, I wasn't such a bad hacker myself, y'know? One of the absolute easiest things to find exploits for in the MMO was to give yourself huge amounts of currency. But it was way, way harder to get ahold of items that couldn't just be bought from vendors or on the market. People coveted that shit, it was a symbol of status, but more than that I always got a huge rush out of those special items that no one else had, the ones people couldn't just buy.'\n\n"You believe that Mimori would be drawn in with an offer of some sort of power of a highly exclusive nature. Perhaps being taught magical spells, which are still considered fictional by the vast majority of individuals even in the twenty-third century."\n\n'S'what I was thinkin', yeah! Someone like this, they can't be doing it for the money, she'd already have more than she could ever spend if that was it. Nah she's gotta get turned on by the power, the fact that she has all this exclusive access, I bet power and being the in-demand elite operative gets her panties wet more than anything. Offer to teach her how to make reality bend to her whims, even a little, that she could be an operative to an authentic witch, and I bet she'd get on her knees for Cyan in a heartbeat.'\n\n"Considering that the profile of the simulation character is based on the real Mimori, who quite literally did exactly that, I would say you have passed this initial simulation. We will forego the actual negotiation and instead move on to the next scenario."\n\nYou abruptly find yourself back in the loading construct. A flickering circle of light passes up over you from the floor, shifting you from a cyberdog back to yourself, once again clad in the mission gear you were wearing before (and all-female again). Then the scenery changes again, and you're standing on the sidewalk outside of a grand-looking hotel building in the downtown area of a flashy city, definitely very futuristic to your eyes.\n\n"Inside this building is an influential politician. While he is well-known to have numerous appetites, he is always extremely strict about obeying strict legality while doing so. He is quite frank about this, which has so far kept his predilections from having any affect on his career. Mistress Cyan wishes to gain influence over him, your job is to secure that influence. Now, taking all that you learned in the previous simulation into account, how do you proceed?"\n\n<hr>\n[[Let's hijack an employee!|Chocola]]\n\n[[Let's hijack one of his guards!|Chocola]]\n\n[[Let's hijack a hooker!|Chocola1x7]]

Another urge, just as strong and clear as the first, comes over you. You pant out a "Wait, wait!" Somehow you're not surprised when Jack immediately stops and releases you, allowing you to clamber forward, his hard, throbbing cock sliding out of your cunt and swaying briefly, dripping girlcum all over the floor. You turn and urge him to his feet and to step forward, starting to jerk him off in the direction of the little statue, panting heavily with arousal and need as you look at him, then it. "Cum on her, cum all over her."\n\nLeslie just as abruptly swings herself off of Kev's cock, leaving it to sway in the air and then angle over his belly, dripping, before she grabs his hands and hauls him to his feet, leading him over to stand opposite Jack. She too settles onto her knees and starts jerking him frantically, murmuring, "Cum on her~" before leaning in to start worshipping his balls with her tongue.\n\nBoth boys moan and gasp, and only last another minute or so before their cocks begin firing long, thick streamers of cum. The creamy white jizz rains down over the little statue, splattering its wings, its silver hair, its face, and those perfectly-carved stone tits with their ruby nipples with their seed. Once both boys have obviously been milked, you and Leslie both sit back on your heels, panting, looking at your handiwork almost... expectantly.\n\nA thrill of shock, fear, and arousal runs through you as the cum is rapidly absorbed into the statue, which begins to grow rapidly. The slightly rough stone surface smooths out, obviously becoming skin despite staying the same grey color. The molded mass of silver hair begins to sway, actually clinking softly as it becomes innumerable tiny strands rubbing together. Silver eyes sink closed, then open again with glowing red sclera as the grey wings give a flap and the tail lashes, the rubies capping its breasts now obviously some sort of jewelry with golden trimmings, though its crotch is still as bare as ever, a slight hint of pink now showing amidst the grey folds.\n\nThe creature steps down from the altar with a bounce of its full breasts, light glimmering off the rubies covering its nipples as it looks back and forth. "Well now. Hello," she purrs. "What a lovely awakening for Kirio, succubus goddess. Such a bunch of pretty young things ready to be my offerings."\n\n<hr>\n[[Bow down to her.|GGHH13x5]]\n\n[[Scream and run.|GGHH]]

Feeling something gripping your soul, something powerful and pleasurable, you turn towards the demonic figure and bow down until your face is against the floor, your bare ass raised a bit, hands pressed flat to the stone. You can sense more than see the others doing the same as you say, "Oh Kirio, we are honored to be your offerings, and give our very existence over to you."\n\n"Hm, yes, you do," Kirio says airily, briefly examining her glistening black talon-like fingernails before glancing down. "On your feet, all of you, I want to have a look at my property."\n\nYou quickly rise up to your feet, hands at your side and back arched to better show off your tits, the others similarly doing their best to present themselves. Kirio saunters up and down the short line, her large grey breasts bouncing with every step she takes as her red-scleraed silver eyes look you up and down critically, like a handful of livestock she was considering purchasing for her farm. She fondles the boys' cocks, pinches Leslie's nipples, and spends some time with you, sliding her fingers into your mouth and checking your teeth and tongue, working her fingers around in your cunt and ass to make you moan and cum, squeezing your tits. Finally, she nods.\n\n"I only need two servants right now, with my energy levels as they are. You and you." She points at Jack and yourself, then points to the side a bit. "Stand over there, I'll turn you into my slaves in a moment." Quivering with excitement, you step aside, watching as she then points at Leslie and Kev. "You and you, your existences will end to strengthen mine."\n\n"Y... yes, Mistress," both of them stammer, fear washing over their faces, but you can also see a drop of pre ooze out of Kev's cock and arousal running down Leslie's thighs, the idea of their lives being ended at the whim of their mistress obviously arousing them due to whatever control this demon has over all of you.\n\n"This one, I'm going to drain the soul out of," Kirio says as she brushes her fingertips over Kev's chest. He gasps, his eyes widening as he instantly begins cumming, his cock spurting even longer, thicker ropes of milky jizz than before... and doesn't stop, just continuing to gush as his body trembles. The succubus sinks to her knees in front of him, smiling as she strokes him a few times, his constantly-cumming prick painting her tits. "Just a nice influx of pure energy."\n\n"W-what about me, Mistress?" Leslie asks, swallowing heavily.\n\n"You, meat, will be devoured whole," Kirio answers simply, glancing briefly at Leslie as if barely deigning to acknowledge her existence. "I need some physical sustenance from this plane and you'll do nicely." Then she leans forward and wraps her mouth around Kev's swollen cockhead, starting to smoothly bob her head up and down the length of his pole, gulping down every single spurt of his cum that he gives.\n\nLeslie just stares down at her, body trembling, pussy leaking as she watches Kev have the life sucked out of him, knowing that the moment Kirio is done it will be her turn. Kev looks some strange mixture between terrified and completely overcome by pleasure, his eyes rolling and body swaying as Kirio sucks him off, draining gallons of cum out of his apparently endlessly full balls. His skin begins to go pale, already skinny body losing even further definition as the succubus deepthroats him as if it were nothing, her skin taking on a sleek, glossy shine as if it were glowing with health. He turns fully white, and then an ashen gray as the minutes roll by, head lolling lifelessly, eyes rolled up completely to show white, then sinking closed as he slumps. Finally Kirio draws her luscious lips back off of his prick, letting the shriveled, limp thing drop free of her mouth, and gives him an absentminded shove backwards. When Kev's body hits the floor it bursts into a cloud of dust, which quickly gusts away on an invisible, unfelt breeze.\n\n"Eternal souls are so tasty, but not very filling," Kirio comments as she lazily gets to her feet, stepping over in front of Leslie. "Time to fill my belly with some meat."\n\n"Y-yes Mistress," Leslie whimpers, her body shaking like a leaf. "Thank you, Mistress," she adds, tears running down her cheeks much like the arousal running down her inner thighs.\n\n"Hm, let's make you a bit more managable size," Kirio comments, resting a hand atop Leslie's head and pushing. The blonde yelps as she abruptly shrinks down to about half her size along with the push, still maintaining her full proportions despite the drop in height. She wriggles as the grey-skinned demon grabs her, pinning her arms to her sides and lifting her up. Kirio's mouth gapes wide open, and Leslie's eyes widen as she's drawn towards it. It looks like just before her head slides past the demon's lips she gains enough control to scream, but it's instantly muffled as she's shoved in, the outline of her face with its gaping-open mouth showing bulging up Kirio's throat. And then that's being pushed down as Kirio shoves her further in, Leslie's shoulders and chest disappearing past the succubus's lips. Her tits make obvious bulges in Kirio's throat as the grey-skinned demoness shoves two fingers in Leslie's cunt, using it as a grip to drag the kicking-legged girl forward, pushing her deeper and deeper. The legs continue to kick, then squirm, then finally go still as Leslie disappears past Kirio's lips up to the knees. Finally the bulge of Leslie's legs disappear down Kirio's throat, the demoness's flat gray belly now bulging up as if she were ten or so months pregnant. Patting the squirming, wriggling bump, which is already gradually starting to grow smaller, Kirio turns to you and Jack.\n\n"Hm. You were the one who was most receptive to my call, and thus responsible for letting me out," Kirio notes as she steps over to you, tracing two fingers down your cheek. "It's one of the reasons I decided to keep you as one of my mortal slaves. Through your submission, you are my property for all eternity. An object for me to use as I see fit. You understand?"\n\nYou quiver slightly with a small orgasm, then nod eagerly. "Y-yes, Mistress."\n\n"Good. Now, as a further reward added to your eternity of slavery, I will give you something you will almost never have again in the millions of years to come... a choice. I need two servants... a Collector, and a Corruptor. The Collector to go about raping and despoiling mortals, fucking them until they break and their souls come loose, so that they may be brought to me as sustenance. The Corruptor, to plant lust and deviancy in the hearts of other mortals, the more innocent and pure the better, so that I may make them my slaves. So, which of my tools will you be, slave? Collector, or Corruptor?"\n\n<hr>\n[[Collector.|GGHH]]\n\n[[Corruptor.|GGHH]]

"Let's go downstairs and take a look at the basement," you announce. "Just to give Kev a thrill."\n\n"Yaaay," Kev says with a snicker, picking up another of the camp lanterns and turning it on.\n\nOnce all four of you have snagged a lantern, to give yourself the maximum light, you poke around in the hallways a bit until you find the basement door. Leslie leans in a bit, eyeing the wooden slat stairs dubiously. "I dunno, gues, those don't look super sturdy. You sure it'll hold all our weight?"\n\nJack steps forward, leaning a foot on a step while gripping the edge of the doorway with one hand. There's a low, rather disquieting creak, but after a moment he glances over at Leslie. "It's noisy but it doesn't shift or bend. It'll be fine."\n\nLeslie still looks uncertain, but after watching Jack head down and watching the boards stay firm under his weight, despite the creaking, she glances at you and Kev and shrugs, then turns and follows him down, stepping lightly as if to avoid the same sound of groaning wood he's causing. You make your way down after her, Kev following behind. The walls are red brick, and with lanterns from all four of you the downward passage is well-lit... although you notice you can't see the actual basement below.\n\nAfter almost a full minute of walking down stairs you speak up. "How deep is this basement anyway?"\n\n"I think I can see the bottom, but you're right, s'kinda weird," Jack calls back up.\n\nIt's still a few more seconds before the lot of you troop out and onto a stone floor, a spot of illumination in an otherwise cavernous room. Quietly, all of you having been overcome by an odd sense that this is not a place for loud noises or outbursts, you make your way forward. Here and there are scattered crates and boxes, even a few pieces of furniture like a couch and some chairs. But eventually you hear Leslie give a little gasp and call, "Hey, look!"\n\nThe area lights up as the rest of you move over with your lanterns. This is obviously the area where the scene in the movie was filmed... not only for the faded designs painted on the wall and floor, and the faux-Roman columns installed surrounding it, but for the small stone altar near the wall. You're surprised to see that resting atop it is the small demonic statue from the movie, of a nude female figure with wings, horns, and a tail, arms stretched out and upraised, back arched to show off her full breasts, which are each capped by a small dome-shaped ruby, eyes and hair made of silver, horns and each little clawlike nail made of something shiny and black.\n\n"Huh, they actually left this here, huh?" Jack says as he walks over, squatting down to squint at the statue. "Huh. Looks kinda like real rubies and silver... must be really good fakes," he adds, standing back up.\n\n"Wow, this is pretty neat, really," Kev notes, having fished out his camera and sweeping it around to take video.\n\n"Yeah it's not really all that scary down here with all four of us and all this light," Leslie allows. "I wouldn't mind [[hanging out down here|GGHH]] for awhile."\n\n"Or we could [[take the statue|GGHH15x1]]," Jack observes with a grin. When Leslie and Kev give him mildly scandalized looks he rolls his eyes. "Oh c'mon it's just a prop from an old movie, it'd be a good souvenir of this and I doubt the old man would ever miss it!"\n\nYou look at the statue, and for some reason an odd idea comes into your head as you find your eyes roaming over it almost adoringly. An [[orgy|GGHH13x3]]... they had an orgy down here. You should have an orgy. You should unzip Jack's pants and start sucking on his cock, he probably has a nice, big, fat cock. You can feel your nipples stiffening and your pussy dampening as you imagine him behind you as you're on all fours, pounding away at you, using you, making you cum... you swallow, shaking your head, wondering where the idea came from, and why it refuses to entirely leave.

Your lips part as you begin to pant softly, your face flushed as you set down your lantern and make your way over towards Jack. He too has set his down, though he still seems to be eyeing the statue as if to see if it might be attached to the altar. He jerks a bit as you settle to your knees in front of him and start undoing his pants, his eyes going wide. "Uh, Cy...?" he asks, as you pull down his zipper and tug the front of his jeans open.\n\n"Cyan, what the heck?!" Leslie squeaks, while Kev just stares slack-jawed.\n\n"C'mon, let's do it," you murmur, your voice an aroused rasp as you fish out Jack's cock and start stroking it lightly with one hand, your lust-glazed eyes staring up at him as he begins to harden in your fingers. "Let's have an orgy just like they did. Let's fuck for the sex goddess," you add with a little giggle, before sliding your lips over the tip of Jack's cock and swirl your tongue around it, making him gasp loudly.\n\n"Wha... what are you..." Leslie stammers, but out of the corner of your eye you can see her own nipples stiffening up, her eyes glazing over some as she watches you, small chest starting to rise and fall faster. Then in an almost dreamlike voice she says, "Yeah... yeah you're right... that sounds... fuckin' amazing," she murmurs, stepping over to Kev and leaning in to kiss him, stuffing her tongue into his mouth wantonly. Though he still looks shocked, he does nothing to resist as she opens up his own pants and slips his cock out, starting to stroke it to full hardness. In fact a moment later he's undoing her shorts and shoving them and her panties down her coltish legs, grabbing her bare ass with both hands and starting to knead it as she jerks him off.\n\nYou begin bobbing your head up and down along Jack's cock, moaning softly around it, while he gives out some low moans of his own, peeling off his shirt before resting a hand on your head, giving only slight urging motions with it to get you to suck down more of his prick. You wiggle out of your shoes and undo your jeans, working them over your ass and shifting them down your legs as you keep sucking, not wanting to take your mouth off that hard, hot cock any longer than you have to. Once you're bottomless, you rest one hand at the base of his shaft, pumping lightly and fondling his balls with the other hand, your pussy dripping softly onto the floor, the sound almost audible beneath the moans and gasps now starting to fill the basement. \n\nLeslie pushes Kev down onto his back, taking a moment to relieve herself of her shirt while Kev wiggles out of his own clothes. Then Leslie swings astride his head, grinding her pussylips down against his lower face, gasping out loudly as he starts eating her out, probably with more vigor than skill... but to judge by Leslie's flushed face and sweat-gleaming skin, she doesn't really care. She runs her hands up and down his skinny chest, then leans forward to resume jerking his cock, milking a steady stream of pre out of it to dribble down her fingers, until she finally leans forward and starts suckling on the head.\n\nYou slip your own mouth off of Jack's cock, leaning down towards the base, your hot breath washing over his balls before you press your mouth to the root of it and swirl your tongue around worshipfully, stroking his spit-dripping pole with your hand. Looking up at him, you rub your cheek against his prick, murmuring, "I want you to fuck me. I want you to fuck me like an animal. Like a fucking mindless beast. Fuck me."\n\n"Then get on all fours like an animal, bitch," Jack growls, his own eyes blazing with desire and something else, something that is indeed bestial.\n\nGroaning eagerly, you draw back and take a moment to pull off your shirt and throw it aside, then get down on all fours, the altar and its watchful statue on one side of you. Jack takes a moment to kick off his pants completely before kneeling behind you, hands running over your ass and squeezing it, before he grips your waist tightly. True to your request, he slams forward like an animal, making you yowl in sweet ecstasy as he stuffs the full length of his cock into your sodden cunt and takes your virginity. Leslie almost simultaneously shifts around, moving to straddle Kev's lap and then dropping herself down on his prick, throwing her head back and screaming as she cums from having him inside her so roughly and abruptly. \n\nJack begins pounding forward into you, hauling you back against him and making your tits jiggle beneath you, drops of sweat sliding down them and flung from the stiff points of your nipples as you gasp and moan and cum every few thrusts. Leslie's riding Kev just as hard, tossing her head like a wild beast in heat, Kev's hands roaming her slender, toned, sweat-slick body, toying with her pert little tits as she slams herself down on his dick like she was trying to drive him into the floor. The sounds of flesh slapping on flesh and shamelessly moaning teenagers fill the basement, every strike of Jack's hips against your ass driving you forward and a little closer to yet another orgasm.\n\n"Ffffuck, fuck Cy, gonna cum," Jack growls, his prick trembling and seeming to swell even larger inside you.\n\n<hr>\n[[Have him cum in your pussy.|GGHH14x1]]\n\n[[Have him cum in your ass.|GGHH]]\n\n[[Have him cum on the statue.|GGHH13x4]]

"Hm, so lots of legal sin, huh?"\n\n"Correct."\n\n"I bet that means this hotel he's staying at is in an area where prostitution is legal then."\n\n"Obviously. A bit of hacking will lead you to discover that he does, in fact, have a high-priced escort en route to him at this moment. She has several implants that would facilitate a takeover, if that is what you wish."\n\n"Let's go for it!"\n\nYou turn as Mavis nudges the sim to have the limo containing the escort pull up just then. Her hair is an iridescent red, actually scintillating with fiery colors, her dress a similarly sparkly red and hanging off her front by thin spaghetti straps, just barely covering her large breasts and draping low on her full hips, the angle constantly teasing with glimpses of her pussy from the sides. You saunter up to her as she finishes getting out. "Hi, how much for a quick blowie?" you ask cheerfully, now sporting a large bulge in your tactical panties.\n\nShe blinks her green eyes and stares at you, lip curling in a sneer. "Listen, you, I may be a sex worker, but that doesn't mean I-" The next word catches in her throat as you hold up a credcard displaying an amount that Mavis assured you was 'obscene'.\n\nLess than a minute later the two of you are in a nearby alleyway, the high-class escort having hiked up her dress so it won't get dirty on the ground, bare knees on the concrete instead as she rests her hands on the brick wall and gulps down your long brown pole. You sigh happily, resting your hands behind your head (in accordance with her absentminded demand to not mess up her hair), just watching her red-painted lips pucker and drag along your prick, feeling her very expensive tongue working over you. "Mavis, your training sims are the best."\n\n"Thank you, I do try. While I appreciate that you are enjoying yourself, please remember that in a real mission, delaying her too long would result in lowered chance for success?"\n\nSighing a bit, you nod. "Alright, alright." You close your eyes and concentrate on the C.A.H.C. implant, the redhead giving a soft 'mmn?!' of surprise as your balls rapidly swell up to almost twice their previous size. Then you put your hand on the back of her head and press her forward, keeping her held down despite her squirming as you start emptying said balls down her throat and into her belly.\n\nYou watch as her iridescent, shimmering hair spreads out white from the roots, the effect now more like rapidly-passing clouds casting shade on virgin snow. Green eyes fade to grey and tan skin darkens to a milk chocolate color, ears lengthening and tapering to points, and then you find yourself looking up at yourself with your cock down your throat. More by reflex than anything else you resume bobbing your head, sucking off your other body for a few seconds before sliding it out of your throat and standing up, taking a moment to rearrange your dress.\n\n"Excellent. With the amount of C.A.H.C. material transferred, you should still have access to most of your physical abilities, such as changing your form and using spells."\n\n"Alright then, let's go see this dude." You sashay across the street, not having any problems with the practically ballet-level heels. Sometimes customers would bring various items to you to wear before or while fucking you. Actually sometimes some of them just wanted to see you walk around in the heels. Most of the weirder sexless ones like that died out when you stopped getting player visitors, but as odd as they were you still kind of missed them. The NPCs weren't very imaginative, even with their fetish requests.\n\nYou walk through the lobby and to the elevators unhindered, and head up to the floor where the politician is staying. His room's easy enough to tell, it's the one with the guys in black suits standing outside. (Wow, 200 years and men's fashion is <i>exactly the same</i>, ouch.) They stop you, ask you for your ID and even call your employer to confirm... all of which goes flawlessly since you are, after all, inhabiting the actual authorized visitor. Finally one leans over and opens the door, stepping back to allow you to step inside the opulent hotel room before pulling it closed again behind you.\n\n"In here," comes a call from the bedroom, where you walk in to find an almost stereotypical male politician stepping out of the bathroom, skin still damp as he rubs at his balding head with a towel. He's just past middle aged, portly, looks like he might have been handsome at some vague point in his youth, and looks like he'd really need a suit to come off as professional. About the most you can say for him is that even mostly limp, his cock is thick and long. "Now, I like to get a few quick ones out of the way right off the bat, so let's get right to it, dress off," he grunts as he reaches down to start lightly stroking himself.\n\n"Yes sir, of course," you chirp back near-automatically, with a customer service voice honed by two centuries of servicing customers with similar demands. You reach behind your neck to pull the single tie holding the dress up, letting it drop to the floor around your feet and leaving you instantly naked, displaying your smooth, curvaceous brown body. You step out of the heels, since he didn't ask you to keep them on, and smile at him sweetly. "Although, before we get <i>right</i> to it, I was wondering if I could offer you something?"\n\nHe frowns. "As I made clear with your service, I am absolutely and only interested in entirely and utterly legal services," he declares as he clambers onto the bed and settles back onto a support of pillows. "That's all."\n\n"Now, obviously this is where you would state his incentive to become our mistress's advocate," Mavis notes. "But exactly how do you intend to secure his cooperation?"\n\n<hr>\n[[Power.|Chocola]]\n\n[[Depravity.|Chocola1x8]]\n\n[[Blackmail.|Chocola]]

"... Fine." You did promise to do whatever he wanted... besides, maybe it will be a little empowering to tease the monster, knowing he can't get you. You stand up out of the chair and move over to the window, which does run from about your knees almost all the way to the ceiling.\n\nYou turn around and lean forward, putting your hands on your knees and letting your tits hang down as you lean back, asscheeks pressing flattish against the high-impact glass. You squeak a little as you feel the cold glass touch your pussy, unable to help wriggling your hips some in reaction, winding up working your ass and sex against the transparent surface.\n\nFelipe pounds a fist muffledly against the window, as if he were desperate to get in and at you. And you have to admit that's a bit exciting too, knowing something so deadly wants you so bad, for whatever reason. You blink a little as you see him move his pancho aside, revealing a large, black rubber cock jutting from the opening of his pants. He begins rubbing it against the glass, stroking it in the vicinity of your pussy, which must be showing off its pink to him as well as leaving light wet streaks on the surface.\n\nYou bite your lower lip, giving in to the urge to start grinding your ass against the window and make light bucking motions. You know you're basically taunting a dragon and have only Robert's word that you're safe... and yet that thrill of death being only an eighth of an inch or so away, stroking its cock furiously at the sight of you, has you moaning and gasping softly as you rub your pussy on the window. You notice that his motions get more frenzied, his overstuffed hips thrusting forward to rub his rubber dick against the glass, closer to where your asshole isn't quite touching the surface. Can he hear you? The thought has you moaning louder, partly deliberately and part in increased pleasure as you rock back and forth, lightly thumping your ass and sex against the glass.\n\nYou tease him for a good long while before all the strange exhileration and physical stimulation gets to you, and you give out a shaky cry as you cum, smearing a squirt of arousal all over the window. Felipe shoves his rubber prick againt the opposite side of the glass, plastic mustache twitching wildly as long spurts of white shoot out of the perfectly round hole in the center of the tip... looks more like lotion than actual cum, to judge by the complete opaqueness of it as it spatters the glass above and across where your buttocks are pressed against it.\n\nThe animatronic stares at your panting, sweaty form for a few moments more, and you're unable to tell whether its unblinking plastic eyes are staring at you hatefully or lustfully. Then it drops its pancho back into place and turns to lumber back down the hall, almost instantly disappearing into the darkness. Trembling in a mix of afterglow and terror, you return to the office chair, slowly resuming your earlier position of showing off to Robert and slowly stroking your pussy with two fingers.\n\n"Damn, you are the kinkiest guard we've ever had, babe," Robert synths in awe. "You look tired though. Adrenaline rush starting to wear off?"\n\n"Y-yeah, I think so," you admit, using your free hand to cover a yawn even as you continue lightly working your sex with the other.\n\n"Tell you what, take a nap. I can keep an eye on things here. You've earned it after that show!"\n\nGoing to sleep here seems like a deadly proposition, but you can feel your head lolling and eyes drooping. "Thanks," you murmur, right before allowing yourself to pass out.\n\nYou awaken to the stereotypical blaring of an alarm clock, jerking up in the chair and looking around, heart pounding. But there's no sign of anyone... just Robert with his mouth opening and closing in time with the 'BREEP-BREEP-BREEP!' When he sees that you're awake, his mouth closes. "Hey, sunshine, sorry about the rude wakeup call, but your shift's over and the early arrivers will be here in about twenty minutes at most."\n\nYou blink repeatedly, then blush and nod, scrambling to your feet and hauling your clothes back on. Squirming your way back into your shirt, you look around for some rags before grabbing one and cleaning off your side of the glass. "Um, thanks Robert."\n\n"Like I said, if you wanna thank me, just shave tomorrow before you come in," the chrome skull chirps cheerfully.\n\nYou pause in your motions. "Um... I'm not really sure I'll be back tomorrow. Besides, even if I wanted to, I'm sort of living out of my car... it's really hard to do, um, 'maintenance' either in there or a public restroom."\n\n"Hm, I see whatcha mean. On both counts, really. So here, chicky, I'll make you a deal." You can't help but look towards him curiously as the mounted skull does a sort of rolling motion on his servos, as if cracking his neck. "Normally the pay for this job is entirely shit. But I'm gonna do two things for ya. I'll hack the registry of a motel near here, get you a room so you can get your stuff taken care of. Plus, if you make it through at least an entire week of work, I'll do some accounting fiddling and make sure you get a nice, big bonus."\n\nYou hesitate again, looking at him. "You... can do that?"\n\n"I can actually do a lot, it's just hard for me to find inspiration most of the time. Look, at the very least, take the room and come back tomorrow. Just promise me that, you don't have to promise to do anything but come back in return, and I'll make sure you're safe all night if you do. But y'know, if you <i>wanna</i> do some kinky stuff when you come back, then we can definitely talk fun bonuses and stuff."\n \n<hr>\n[[Promise to come back.|CelFiesta1x4]]\n\n[[Refuse.|CalFiesta]]

It's all completely insane... and yet somehow, with those dark hallways outside, the memory of the animatronics gazing flatly down at you with their dead plastic eyes, and the buzzing, red-eyed skull sitting in front of you, you believe it. Thinking of trying to frantically watch monitors and guess at how long to keep doors down all night makes you shudder, wondering how long your nerves could last in such a situation.\n\n"Okay, okay," you whisper hurriedly, glancing back and forth at the open doorways. "I'll do it, I'll get naked, just close the doors!"\n\n"Naked and <i>entertaining</i>," Robert prompts.\n\nDarting a look at the clock and seeing that it reads 11:58, you feel panic start to clamp a vise around your heart and nod frantically. "Fine, fine, whatever you want! I promise, just do it!"\n\n"You got it, sweet cheeks!" Robert chirps. There's a low whirring and clicking noise, his eyes dimming briefly. The hallways get darker, even the faint lighting from the main restaurant and the guide strips near the floor shutting off. The staticy monitors click to blank black screens one by one, and even the overhead lights of the security office flicker briefly, making you wonder if Robert is actually plunging you into complete darkness out of some sick, twisted desire to see the animatronics get you.\n\nBut the overhead lights only flicker briefly before both heavy security doors slide down and into place, thudding audibly into the small grooves on the floor. The solid sound reassures you, and you immediately feel your panic recede a little, heartrate slowing gradually and breathing beginning to deepen.\n\n"There. Closed a lot of the unnecessary connections the meatsacks usually can't manipulate, redirected a lot of circuits, even sucked a little bit extra out of the city grid that no one will notice. Doors are good until six," Robert announces cheerfully. "Which means it's time for you to get good, babe."\n\nYou stare at him for a moment, your receding fear starting to be replaced with embarrassment. You seriously consider trying to argue him out of it, trying to get him to see it's just human decency to help you survive (especially now that he's already done it). Except as is blazingly obvious, he's <i>not</i> human... he's just a shiny skull on a desk, animated by some weird program. Something tells you that he really wouldn't think twice about raising the doors if you decided to go back on your half of the deal. Still, modesty forces you to ask, "There's no... cameras or anything in here, are there?" you ask, darting a glance at the corners of the ceiling. \n\n"Only the ones in my eyes, and I keep all my sights to myself. C'mon!"\n\nYour face bright red, you bend down to pull off your shoes and socks before standing up. Undoing your pants, you slide them down, revealing a pair of white cotton panties that are as snug and worn thin as your shirt. Letting the loose pants drop to the ground, you step out of them, hesitate briefly, then grab the bottom of your shirt and haul it up. The box with almost all of your bras was stolen over a month ago and the only one you had recently gave out on you, so when the tight cloth raises up enough, your tits drop free of it and wobble around, immediately unhindered. Robert makes a noise that you suspect is probably named wolfwstl.wav, and you try not to freeze up in embarrassment as you pull the shirt off over your head and shake out your hair. Another moment of hesitation, and you hook your thumbs into your panties and bend forward to slip them down your legs, your tits wobbling practically in Robert's face (or lack thereof). Now naked, you settle back into the rolling chair, trying to ignore the slightly itchy feel of the cloth on your bare ass and thighs, and fighting the urge to cover yourself with your arms.\n\n"Veeery nice! <i>Very</i> nice!" Robert crows appreciatively. "Definitely worth those CPU cycles so far!"\n\n"Thanks, I guess." You brush your clothes into a sort of pile with one foot, trying not to think of what might be on the floor that could get on them or your bare feet... though maybe that's still better to think about than being reduced to putting on a peepshow for a robot skull so that you don't get raped by kid's restaurant mascots.\n\n"Okay, now, just put your feet up on the security desk. As far apart as you can manage," Robert prompts.\n\n"W-what? Do I have t-"\n\n"Hey, you promised, naked <b>and</b> entertaining! As fun as just watching you sitting there all night with your jigglejogglers hanging out might be, that wasn't the extent of the deal."\n\nSuppressing a groan that nevertheless escapes as a sigh, you capitulate, scooting the chair back a bit and then raising one leg up to set the heel on the edge of the table, then the other, trying to stretch them out as wide as possible without it getting uncomfortable. You lean back against the chair, blushing brightly again as you can feel it naturally spreading your pussy open some.\n\n"Woo, haven't seen bush like that since the eighties!" Robert says with a snicker, his skull tilting some as he blatantly takes in the view. "Nostalgic, but if you come back tomorrow, you really should shave that, it's distractin' from the view of your nice pink pussy. Speakin' of which, go ahead and start givin' that a good strokin' for me, babe."\n\nBiting your lower lip, you slowly lower a hand to your slit and start sliding two fingertips up and down, tentatively at first, then a bit more firmly, actually pressing between the rather pudgy outer lips a bit. You hate to admit it, but all this embarrassment is starting to morph into... excitement. Doing your best to ignore the dark, foreboding squares of the windows, you start rubbing your pussy more intently, working your hand in little circles, letting your fingers spread yourself open to give Robert more glimpses of that pink he talked about. Without being ordered, you soon raise one hand up to cup one of your large breasts and knead it gently, thumb and middle finger lightly pinching and tweaking your own nipple. Your breathing quickens, this time from pleasure rather than fear, your fingers gradually speeding up in their strokes, fingertips drawn to your clit more often instead of just showing off.\n\n"Oh yeah, baby, that's good. You gettin' off now, huh?"\n\n"Y-yeah," you gasp out, your voice shaky as you manage the quick reply. You can't believe it, but all the tension, all the fear, it's like a switch has been flipped that channeled it all into arousal. You begin moaning throatily, your ass shifting on the chair as your hips try to move against the strokes of your fingers. You move your other hand over to your other breast, your arm lifting the one you had been kneading up for Robert's viewing pleasure. You tweak and tug at your nipple more firmly, making yourself gasp and mewl. Your fingers now make faint wet noises as they slip and slide over your plump pussylips, your eyes sinking closed and your head leaning back as you get closer and closer.\n\nWhen you raise your head to look at Robert, something makes you turn your head a bit. You scream in terror, hands jerking away from their work and your whole body twitching in surprise at the sight of Fast Felipe pressed against the glass, his gloved hands indenting against it, his empty plastic eyes fixed firmly on yours, mouth open to show off his jagged teeth, that lopsided mustache making him look more like he's leering than ever. The sudden shock somehow brings you right up to the edge of orgasm instantly before yanking you back away from it, leaving you trembling in fear and yet somehow yearning at the same time. Swallowing hard, you glance over at Robert, who turns slightly to one side, red eyes whirring faintly as they tilt towards the window.\n\n"Oh, looks like we got an audience."\n\n"Can he... can he break the glass?" you ask, your voice trembling breathlessly.\n\n"Nah. This place was built during the Cold War. The owner wanted every security office to be a haven that could stand up to, like, radioactive zombies after the nuclear apocalypse. Felipe'd have a better chance of flattenin' himself into a sheet and tryin'a get outside through the mail slot." Robert snickers for a few moments at his own cleverness, then chirps, "Saaaay, he seems to be enjoyin' the show too. Why doncha show 'im what he's missin' out on?"\n\n"Huh?" You stare at the silver skull blankly. "You mean... turn towards the window...?"\n\n"Nah. I mean stand up and press that sweet ass right up against the glass. Should be able to reach it just fine. Sometimes I like ta give 'em a bit of Hell, since they're the ones that get to run around havin' all the fun with their legs and their arms and their outer coverings, spoiled bastards." Robert tilts to one side to give his grin a more leering cast. "Whattya say, babe?"\n\n<hr>\n[[Fine, press up against the glass.|CelFiesta1x3]]\n\n[[Just keep putting on a show for Robert.|CelFiestaPlaceholder]]

"Mmmf... okay," you moan softly, and admittedly with a little disappointment. You're still too caught up in the haze of how weird and strange and kinky it feels to be naked in the security office, teasing these horrible, frightening murder machines at the behest of a talking animatronic skull. Still, you straighten up and turn around, giving Boomer a chance to ogle your tits before you press them against the glass, jutting out your ass and spreading your cheeks with your hands again to give Robert and Bunzy a few of your pucker now.\n\nSoon you've settled back into the chair, legs spread again, this time turned a bit to one side so you can two-finger your asshole and pussy simultaneously, moaning and giving your shoulders little shimmies to shake your tits. Bunzy and Boomer are still mechanically jerking off to the sight of you using both hands to work your holes, and Robert just gives more of those moan soundfiles and occasionally eggs you on, telling you what a good little slutty guard you are as you make yourself cum. Deciding to thank him for the praise, you get up and press your tits right up against the cool, smooth metal of his skull, not quite engulfing him in them but doing your best, actually giggling a little at the kissy soundfiles he starts playing. \n\nOver the course of the night, more of those hideous, almost decaying animatronics come by the office, and at Robert's urging (though honestly at this point it doesn't take much) you tease and show off for all of them, shaking your tits, showing your holes, masturbating for them, licking the glass right in front of their dildo-pricks in a lewd, shameless way. Each one leaves a lotion cumshot on the glass, streaking it and splattering it as if you were some stripper in an underground club instead of a security guard. And bit by bit the night passes like that, until finally you slump in the chair, panting softly, your head slowly starting to clear of all the intense danger-arousal and leaving you blushing... but not in quite a rush to put on your clothes, still slowly stroking your fingers up and down your slit as Robert slides the security doors back up. \n\n"You are definitely the best we've ever had," Robert says in a glowing tone. "You know what? I'm gonna send you some meals today, babe, lunch and dinner are on me! Oh... and I think I'll get you another little present too. Now, be sure to bring it with you tonight," he adds, his voice just firm enough that it's incredibly clear that it's not a request... it's an order.\n\n"Um... okay," you murmur, a bit too flustered and exhausted to even think about the implications of how you now seem to be obeying him eagerly at every turn now. You get dressed, pulling your clothes back on over your sweaty body, and as you're turning to leave Robert speaks up again.\n\n"Oh, and don't clean up the windows this time," he orders cheerfully. "Go ahead and let the cleaning staff know that the new guard is surviving because she's a slut."\n\nYour face burns red... but you meekly nod and head down the hallway, forcing yourself to leave the lotioncum-streaked windows as they are, and peeking almost hungrily at the decrepit animatronics standing still and motionless on the stage as you go by.\n\nAfter a shower and some sleep, you hear a knock on the door of your little motel room and are briefly concerned it's either the owner come to kick you out, or perhaps some murderer or rapist from the neighborhood... though you find your nipples going stiff and your pussy getting a little wet at that thought, which makes you wonder exactly what happened to you since you took this job. Shaking it off, you peek out the window, then blink at the delivery service polo before remembering what Robert said. You open the door and thank the driver, taking the bag from them. Huh, not exactly from a gourmet restaurant, but it's definitely the best hamburger you've had in a long time. Robert's really coming through for you, and while the cynical, analytical part of your brain is trying to warn you that he's trying to establish even more control over you through favors, your full belly and happy tongue are finding it hard to argue, as you flop on the bed to watch surprisingly decent cable... oh, looks like all the pay-per-view is free too. Yup, he's definitely treating you now. \n\nAfter another nap and then delivered dinner from a slightly-above-fast-food steakhouse, you're just finishing getting ready to head to work when there's another knock at the door. You blink, then remember that Robert said he was going to have a present delivered. No delivery person this time when you open the door, just a cardboard box on the ground. You take it inside, undoing the tape and opening it, brushing aside the styrofoam popcorn... then blushing brightly. It's a dildo.\n\nNot just any dildo... a dog cock dildo. In fact, as you look at it, you realize it's the <i>exact</i> same type that Boomer has attached to his crotch. Robert... wants you to bring this along tonight? Well, it's not exactly hard to guess what he'll be having you do with it.\n\nOutside of Fast Felipe's and the strange aura of threat and danger and arousal it promises, your mind rebels against the idea. This is taking it way too far! It's getting lewd beyond measure and Robert's obviously trying to establish some sort of... some sort of power over you by pushing you further and further! But the part of you that has been getting so incredibly into it is urging you to do it for those same reasons, pointing out how good it's felt to be Robert's little security slut, and how wet your pussy's getting even now thinking about stuffing that doggy dildo inside of it while being watched by murderbots.\n\n<hr>\n[[Take the dildo.|CelFiesta]]\n\n[[Throw it away.|CelFiesta]]

In the end it's actually not that difficult a decision. You need the money, as evidenced by the fact that you have to do mental calculations on if you can really afford generic lunch meat and store brand bread on your brief sojourn to the nearest grocery store. Besides... for some reason, every time you think of the creepy, shudder-inducing darkness of that kitschy, strange restaurant and those weird, leering, terrifying animatronics, you find your nipples stiffening and your pussy moistening. So... yeah, you'll go back.\n\nOne of the few real conveniences of the motel is a complimentary laundry room, albeit only having a single washer and dryer that obviously weren't meant for commercial use. Still, it lets you do a load of laundry before it whines and conks out, meaning that when you turn up for work that night it's in a properly clean pair of pants and a shirt.\n\nWalking into the dimmed restaurant for the second time is both less shocking and far scarier. Because you've already experienced the slightly unreal, and entirely strange way this place looks at night, lit only by the dim running lights and a few other bits here and there, and you know largely where everything is. But you also know exactly what goes on in here at night, and have a pretty good idea what must have happened in here many times before. More than that, as you walk past the stage on your way to the security office, it's less like it feels as if those dead plastic eyes are staring at you, but that you know they must be, even as they refuse to move until the digital clock buzzes twelve.\n\n"Hey, doll!" Robert chirps cheerfully as you walk into the office. "Glad you made it!"\n\n"I promised, didn't I?" you answer, already feeling your cheeks heat.\n\n"Sure did! So, go ahead, let's get started!"\n\nYou probably shouldn't be surprised that he's so eager for you to begin tonight, even though there's almost twenty minutes left before midnight. Still, you knew this was coming, and at this point you don't want to risk Robert's good will by hedging and making it clear you'll only very technically agree to his terms. He's sort of your benefactor now, after all. Plus, you think as you pull off your shirt, tits once more dropping and wobbling as you work it over your hair, it feels far more dangerous, daring, and frankly rather wicked to start stripping down with the security doors still open and gaping into the dim hallways. Even as you start wiggling your pants down, you can't help but wonder if the animatronics have ever activated early, and if they did tonight, if you wouldn't wind up dicked down good and hard by those terrifying, exciting machine monsters.\n\nRobert plays his wolf whistle soundfile as your pants slip over your hips. "Ooooo, those are nice, babe!"\n\n"Thanks," you murmur, blushing anew as you step out of the pants and stand there in nothing but the lacy pink panties. Overcome by boldness and the naughty thrill of standing in a business office in nothing but a lacy pink thong, you briefly put your hands behind your head and pose, jutting one hip out to the side. "They're one of my favorite pairs."\n\n"Mmm, you gotta wear your very favorite pair on Friday so that I can see 'em, that'll be a nice special capper to the week," Robert announces.\n\nIt sounds less like an idle desire and more like an order... and you feel a little quiver in your pussy that makes you wonder if you aren't starting to like taking orders from this lewd mechanical pervert. Still, between that and the feel of danger and rebellion at doing this here and now, when you turn around and bend over so that your ass is facing Robert before slowly pulling the panties down, you're fairly certain that there are strings of wetness connecting the crotch of them and your puffy pussylips. At least, you'd guess so by the almost moan-like soundfile Robert plays.\n\nThere's much less hesitation this time as you settle down into the rolling chair and prop your ankles up on the security desk, starting to stroke your fingers over your pussy. This time with the monitors on, occasionally showing little flashes of parts of the empty restaurant, it just further increases the feel of doing this in a public workplace. Your flickering thoughts... one might almost call them fantasies at this point... of being seized by lusty robots start to become intermingled with imagining the screens showing the restaurant open and full, people happily going about their partying and eating and game-playing while you sit in the security office frigging your pussy. With those thoughts in mind you let it become more like a genuine schlick-session than just showing off for Robert... you use slow, steady strokes, only occasionally dipping your fingers inside yourself, sliding them up to swirl your damp fingertips around your clit. You're aware of the faint buzz and whir of the cameras in Robert's eyes running over your body, even when you close your eyes and lean your head back.\n\nYou knead one of your breasts with the other hand, nice and slow, going at your own pace. You want to last the whole night tonight, after all. In fact, every so often you flick your eyes towards the clock, watching it gradually grow closer and closer to midnight, occasionally slowing the movements of your hands. Then you speed up as the final minutes click down, until at 11:59 you're furiously frigging your clit, moaning loudly and bucking your hips, rocking your bare ass against the chair to make it squeak and clatter, until you give a hard gasp and jerk your hips up just in time with all the lights outside going dark and the security doors slam home.\n\n"Damn, babe, you are the <i>best kind</i> of freak!" Robert declares enthusiastically.\n\nYou can't help but giggle a bit as you continue stroking your fingers over your pussy slowly now, feeling how wet they are, practically just cooling yourself down. "Thanks, I guess," you reply a little breathlessly. You continue to slowly play with your pussy and your tit, occasionally switching hands so that you can smear your arousal over your stiff nipples, stimulating them further in the cool but slightly stuffy office air. Some slight motion catches the corner of your eye and you look towards one of the windows, spotting a sinister outline lurking in the shadows, not quite coming close enough for the lights of the office to make it out. Your heart starts hammering in your chest again at the particularly demonic look of it, and doesn't subside that much when you realize that what looks like sharp horns and some sort of Dracula-like cape are actually Bunzy's frayed ears and popped collar.\n\n"Show off for him, babe. You know you want to," Robert urges. Or is it orders?\n\nEither way you blush a bit again, but nevertheless rise to your feet and nudge the chair away. You never quite decided to try being a stripper despite your situation, but you did at one point have a roommate who taught you some moves in case you ever got to the point where you wanted to try out. Facing the window, you once again put your hands behind your head, elbows out to make sure you're completely showing off your tits, and begin swaying your hips sensually back and forth. You move your whole body in a slow, sinuous motion that's a little harder to maintain without music... until Robert helpfully opens his mouth and begins playing something with a quick electronic beat and steady bass thump. You wonder if Bunzy can hear the music out there in the hall as you start matching your movements to it, bending your knees, sinking and rising up over and over, showing off how you can move your hips, letting your legs spread as you dip down to give him flashes of your pussy.\n\nIt works just as Robert said it would, the animatronic soon drawing closer and closer to the window, the shadows seeming to cling to him even as the light from the office illuminates his front. Like Felipe, he's got what looks like some sort of dildo attached to the front of his crotch, albeit a wobbly purple one made out of what looks like some sort of glow-in-the-dark material. He places both gloved hands on the glass, hips giving short, mechanical jerks reminiscent of a glitching machine spasming, each one rubbing the apparently squishy, soft dildo around against the glass, making him look like some sort of combination between the terrifying robotic construct he is and a rebel badboy behind bars watching his girl dance for him in the visiting room.\n\n'What is it about this place and stimulating fantasies?' you can't help but think, daring to smirk at the mechanical murderer desperately pressing against the glass in desire for you. You slide your hands down over your shoulders and the front of your breasts, slipping them down your stomach and over the front of your freshly-shaven crotch, helping call Bunzy's cold plastic eyes to the wetness that's dribbled down your thighs. Framing your hips and rocking them even more, you swing around to give him a look at your ass as you shake it, and have what can only be described as a mild terrorgasm as you realize Bunzy isn't your only audience. The fact that the savage-looking Boomer the Dog had come up to the other window completely unnoticed and been lurking there behind you sends a spike of fear-adrenaline through you that cascades through all the other hormones you'd worked up and has you strangling a scream even as your body trembles in climax.\n\nStill you try not to lose too much of a step in your little act, because... because you want them lusting for you. You can't deny it, the danger, the terror, everything they represent, and you being able to taunt them with your body, hold them captive to their desire for you... it's way too sexy and way too much of a power trip. You continue shaking and writhing your naked body, displaying it for the midnight horrors lurking in the darkness beyond, your breath quickening every time you see Bunzy thrust his hips against the glass or Boomer stroke the dog cock dildo jutting from a fresh hole in his overalls.\n\n"Boomer loves assholes, baby, show him yours," Robert adds, layering his words over the song he's still playing, with not even a hint that it isn't an order this time.\n\nIt's an order you obey without much of a second thought, moving closer to the left side window and then bending over facing away from it, like you did last night. But rather than humping against it you stop just short, reaching back with both hands to spread your asscheeks and bare your vulnerable pucker to the diabolical canine construct beyond, swaying your hips back and forth as you look over your shoulder at him. "Yeah, I bet you want to fuck this asshole, don't you?" you murmur, voice thick with arousal as you stare at the strange, horrific thing jerking its inhuman rubber prick as it watches you. You look forward again at Bunzy, licking your lips some as you shake your shoulders, making your tits wobble beneath you. "And you wanna get your hands on these tits, I bet, you like my tits, don't you, probably while fucking my face like a machine, huh?"\n\n"Damn," Robert murmurs, apparently mostly to himself as you moan and writhe, doing your absolute best to stir up the fuckmurder animatronics watching you with rapt, lifeless plastic eyes.\n\n"Mmm, I want you to fuck me too," you moan, bringing a hand up to your lips to slip two fingers in, briefly finger-fucking your own mouth before moving it back, moaning even louder as you slide your middle finger into your asshole for Boomer's viewing pleasure. "I want you both to fuck me <i>hard</i>, as hard as you <i>want</i>..." In the foggy throes of your fantasies and arousal, you find your eyes wandering from Bunzy and that wobbly pink dildo-dick that looks like it would feel so strange and good pumping down your throat, to the switches that work the security doors.\n\n"Hey, hey, babe don't get too carried away," Robert cuts in, actually sounding worried. "They're still dangerous, okay? You open it now, they'll likely still play way too rough!"\n\n<hr>\n[[Listen to him.|CelFiesta1x6]]\n\n[[Open it anyway!|CelFiesta]]

"Alright," you say slowly. "I promise."\n\n"Great!" Robert chirps, and after a moment one of the monitors lights up, showing a small roadmap with a blinking dot. "Here's the motel where your reservations will be at, just show up and give 'em your name."\n\nYou nod, saying "Thanks" again before slipping out the door, pausing to wipe Felipe's lotion-cum off of the other side of the window, your cheeks coloring as you do. Once you've finished cleaning it off as well as you can, until you're at least fairly sure it doesn't look like someone came against the glass, you head out and to your car.\n\nThe motel turns out to be of the distinctly 'no tell' variety... you're surprised they had a computer to hack! (Or maybe Robert is restricted to older systems, that would make sense too.) Sure enough when you give your name, the blandly surly-looking attendant hands over a key for a room. The door's a little rickety, but the inside is about as clean as you could expect of this sort of place... you definitely wouldn't want to look at it under a blacklight, but at least there's no <i>obvious</i> stains, and it's better than some of the places you've stayed lately.\n\nYou flop down and catch what's mostly a nap that takes you to midmorning, then get a 'meal' out of the vending machines. After munching some 'onion rings' and washing them down with... well, it's actually a soda, but it's called Doctor Bepsi and you're not really sure what it tastes like... you take a shower and, deciding you might as well, do some bush-trimming. In fact, you go all the way, shaving yourself smooth since you're not entirely sure when the next opportunity you'll have is.\n\nYou pause with the razor towards the top of your crotch. That's right... Robert implied he'd given you a full week here, since that's the length he wants you to try and work at Murdertronics Incorporated (AKA Fast Felipe's). Maybe... maybe you should take that week to desperately look for another job. Preferably in a city where there aren't any Fast Felipe's restaurants still open. The thought of those murderous robots and their creepy looks stalking through the darkness makes you shudder even in a warm room. (No AC.)\n\nOn the other hand, you think as you rinse off the remaining foam and shaved hairs under the shower... it kind of excites you, too. Robert assured you that you were safe... and the thought of sitting naked in a restaurant, getting paid to masturbate while powerful, murderous nightmares jerk off to you... it excites some weird, kinky part of your brain you never knew existed before. Still, you can't help but remind yourself, people who play with fire tend to get burned sooner or later. And what's the equivalent for people that play with murderous AI animatronics?\n\n<hr>\n[[Keep your promise.|CelFiesta1x5]]\n\n[[Don't go back.|CelFiesta]]

"I really should get Ken home, Lydia," you murmur a little awkwardly.\n\n"Yes, yes you're right of course, sorry to bring it up," Lydia answers with a quick bob of the head. "Perhaps some other time," she adds a little wistfully.\n\nYou quickly put the once again delayed conversation out of your head as you drive home, pausing only briefly at a pharmacy store to fill the vitamin prescription and buy several gallon jugs of orange juice and large boxes of broth. ... Well, she said to make sure he gets plenty of liquids and nutrients and you don't know how long this will last, after all. But soon you're seeing him home and to bed, letting him flump down to sit on the side of it before you begin to pull his shirt off.\n\n"C'mon, Mom, I don't feel <i>that</i> bad, I can change on my own," he mutters listlessly, even as he makes absolutely no effort to actually stop you.\n\n"Now now, you've obviously barely got enough energy to stay sitting up," you scold him gently, even as he does indeed rest back on his elbows as you lean down to undo his pants and tug them down. "Let's just get you changed into your-"\n\nYou suppose you shouldn't be surprised that when you pull his pants down, his cock springs free, wobbling in the air with the force of the motion. Still, your eyes go wide at the <i>size</i> of it. You'd seen glimpses of it before, of course, mostly through accidental little peeks like this morning, and knew in a general way your son was fairly well-endowed, but the virus's effects have made him...\n\n'It's a match for my tits,' you think a little dazedly, feeling a particularly strange thrill run through you at the realization, a sort of shuddery excitement you've never had before. Is... is his sweating why the smell is so strong too? It's... heady, filling up your nose and even your mouth as you suck in a shocked little breath. \n\n"S-sorry," Ken murmurs, his face even redder than before as he glances away, obviously embarrassed. You can only imagine that his symptoms taking the edge off are why he's not dying of embarrassment as it is.\n\n"N-no dear, it's fine, it's fine, Doctor Myers said it's natural with this illness," you reply quickly, snapping yourself out of your daze and finishing pulling off his pants, trying not to look directly at the swollen, flushed, bulging pole still waving gently in the air with every slight motion of Ken's body lest you find yourself mesmerized again. "In fact, ah, I suppose since it's like this, you should follow the other part of her instructions and... um... ... well let's just skip the pajamas, they'll just get messy," you murmur, picking up the bag with the lube and gloves in it.\n\n"Yeah," he murmurs, obviously still blushing atop his raised temperature as he scoots back listlessly and turns to lay down. Your eyes can't help but be drawn to his thick cock moving in the air again with those motions, the middle plumped up extra thick as it finally droops a bit over his belly, looking heavy and aching as a dribble of pre starts trickling out onto his stomach.\n\n<hr>\n[[Leave the bag and go.|Marei15x1]]\n\n[[... he seems <i>very</i> low on energy, doesn't he?|Marei14x5]]

Before you really know it, you're pulling a pair of gloves out of the bag and setting it down so that you can pull them on, the bright blue latex hugging up against your hands in a surprisingly good fit as you give them a few tugs for assurance.\n\n"Uh... Mom?" Ken says dazedly, blinking at you. "What are you doing?"\n\n"Well. You just seem so tired, baby, but Doctor Myers said you definitely need to..." Spurt big thick loads of cum from that throbbing teenage fuckstick every time it gets all stiff and needy. "... ejaculate every time you get an erection, so I think I'm going to need to help you out." At his stunned, rather fish-like reaction of drooped jaw and mouth opening and closing, you clear your throat and continue in a no-nonsense tone as you start spreading the medicated lube over your hands, the blue latex starting to practically sparkle as it takes on a wet gleam. "Now, Ken-chan, this is a necessary medical procedure, and I don't want to hear any back-talk just because it's embarrassing."\n\n"... okay," he murmurs, staring at you with somewhat wide eyes as you settle to your knees beside the bed.\n\nResisting the sudden urge to wet your lips with your tongue, you do your best to be businesslike as you reach out and take hold of the head of his cock with one lube-slicked glove, doing your best to ignore his audible gasp even as it sends a shudder right through your ears, down your spine, and into your pussy. Instead you do your best to be 'professional' as you dribble a heavy line of the lube down the underside of his shaft before setting the bottle aside. Then you wrap both blue-gloved hands around him, trying not to focus on how hot and hard he is, how you can feel him throb with every quickened beat of his heart as you start pumping both hands up and down his swollen shaft. 'You're just doing a medical procedure on your son, Marei,' you assure yourself as you pump your hands up and down his glistening, dripping pole. Your eyes briefly wander down to his balls, marveling at how big and full they are before yanking your eyes back up, just in time to see more precum dribbling down to get smeared into the oil you've coated his prick with.\n\n'It would feel so good between my tits.' The thought pops into your head and you quickly try to banish it from your brain, but instead it just sort of... sinks in and permeates everything you're doing, echoing through your mind with every little soft grunt and moan from Ken as your gloved hands continue slipping up and down his enlarged prick, your gentle twisting motions to help milk him of every drop happening more on autopilot than anything. You can't escape it, and you've never felt so aroused <i>in your breasts</i> before. It's almost like they're feeling as hot and needy and eager as... well, as your pussy is right now, sensitive and steamy beneath your shirt and bra. You've never been so overwhelmed with the absolute desire to give someone a titfuck as you are now, kneeling at your son's bedside and stroking his cock, but you can just picture it so hot and throbbing and <i>big</i> thrusting between your boobs, maybe actually able to jut out of them and-\n\nJust as your runaway fantasy is getting to a certain image, Ken lets out a loud moan and jerks his hips up, reality syncing up with daydream as he starts firing off a thick, heavy load, his engorged prick throbbing in your hands, the pressure of his shots actually swelling the underside of his cock against your palm and fingers as gush after gush passes through. The heavy splatters of cum arc through the air, several actually hitting the wall behind and above his bed, before the next few hit his throat and then rain down on his stomach and belly. It takes almost a full minute for him to finish cumming, at the end of which he lays there sweaty and panting, most of his upper body smeared with his own cum, his cock still mostly hard in your hands as you sit there in a daze, quivering a bit yourself beneath your clothes and realizing that you just came a little yourself.\n\n<hr>\n[["This... is a big mess."|Marei14x6]]\n\n[["We, ah... we need to get this done faster..."|Marei]]\n\n[["... aumf..."|Marei]]

"S-sorry," Ken murmurs breathlessly.\n\n"No, no dear, obviously not your fault... I mean... you know what I mean," you say a bit distantly. Still, it's everywhere and... all over him and all over the bed... but not on you... 'Ah, I wish it was all over me,' you catch yourself thinking, this time managing to push the thought down. ... Still...\n\n"M-mom?" Ken squeaks as you stand up and start pulling off your shirt. "What are you doing?"\n\n"Well. With all this mess, if it goes in the other direction next time, it would get my clothes all dirty," you say in a practical, firm tone, somehow convincing yourself that's all it's about even as you say it, unbuttoning your mom jeans and wiggling out of them. "It's just common sense that I be naked while I'm doing this, it's purely practical," you assure him without so much as a tremble in your voice as you reach back and undo your bra, your huge breasts settling and swaying with your motions as they're freed.\n\n"Oh. Um, right," Ken murmurs, his eyes flicking back and forth as he tries not to stare, and probably wonders if trying not to stare makes it worse than just trying to treat it as casually as you're acting.\n\nYou choose to just ignore it as you slide down your panties and there's a brief string of wetness connecting the damp crotch of them to your pussy. Setting your clothing off to the side where it's nice and out of the way, you once more bend down, unable to deny the thrill of excitement and flattery that his cock is, if anything, even more throbbingly hard than before, jutting up and dribbling a steady stream of pre down to mingle with the cum already coating him. Reapplying a layer of the lotion to your gloves, you once again start sliding your blue latex-coated digits up and down your son's throbbing, hefty pole, and if maybe you're being a bit more deliberate this time... slipping them down the length to grip more firmly at the bottom and as you stroke up, 'milking' him... well, you're just getting about the business of making sure he spills all of his load, for his own good. And if you're putting motions of your body into it, making your ass sway in the air, making your tits wobble just to one side of that big fat throbbing hot prick, and all of it completely on display for Ken, it's clearly just an unavoidable side effect of doing your absolute best to insure you get alllll of his cum milked out of him.\n\nKen lays in bed panting, eyes heavy-lidded and continuing to flick to you and away again, though his eyes keep lingering on your naked body for longer and longer times, his cock throbbing as they settle on the sway of your tits, actually seeming to get a little thicker and harder in your fingers. You maybe, <i>maybe</i>, let out a cooing little moan of delight at feeling that, even if it would be entirely inappropriate. And that seems to be all that it takes, Ken letting out his own moan as his cock shudders in your hands and starts geysering another, if anything even more voluminous load, this time striking you right on the front of the throat and splattering all over the tops of your tits. Your thick thighs tremble as you orgasm just from the sensation of your son's jizz striking your skin, your breath coming out in shuddery, trembling huffs as you continue to stroke and milk him, encouraging him to pour out his load all over your tits, into your hair, nearly soaking your upper body with it.\n\n"Yes," you murmur distantly, your eyes glazed, though not as glazed as your tits as they wobble when you straighten up, fat droplets of thick white cream dripping off of your stiff nipples as you move. "Yes, very... very messy."\n\n<hr>\n[["... I'll have to buy condoms."|Marei14x7]]\n\n[["... You'll have to do it inside next time."|Marei]]\n\n[["... Good."|Marei]]

Struggling to get yourself under control, you clear your throat and say, "I'll have to, ah... I'll have to buy some condoms so that you can... relieve yourself into those and not get us both so messy next time. ... Do you feel up to taking a shower?"\n\n"Ah... y-yeah, yeah, I think so," Ken answers, flushed either from the flu or his experiences.\n\n"Good. Why don't you shower and then... have a nap in the guest room while I clean up in here?"\n\n"O-okay."\n\nYou head back to your own bedroom, not even thinking about the fact that you're still naked and covered in Ken's cum until you're standing there in front of the mirror. You stare a bit at how thoroughly messed you are... your face is still mostly clear, since you were aiming (just admit it) below it, but your tits look like a glazed donut, the motion of them jiggling and swaying as you walked having spread out the layer of cum coating them into an almost glistening clear layer, with only a few thick globs of creamy white running down here and there. Without really thinking you slide your finger up one of those and start to lift it to your mouth, catching yourself at the last minute and instead flicking it into the sink. Swallowing hard, you step into the shower and hit yourself with a nice cold blast of water.\n\nStill... the memory of the feel of it, of cumming just from him cumming on you, sticks with you as you go to clean up his room and change his sheets. The heady smell of it in the air and the sight of all that thick sticky jizz doesn't exactly help. You try to keep your mind on track, checking on Ken in the guest room and seeing he's asleep, and heading downstairs to make up some broth and orange juice. And make an order.\n\nYou frown after checking several online stores and finding that they're either sold out of condoms or don't have quick delivery. Well, there's a place right in town your husband used to use for getting certain things for his work as soon as possible, they have practically everything and can deliver in hours, even if it's a bit more expensive. Digging out the number, you call them up, inputting the old account number. You're a bit embarrassed when an actual operator answers and asks what you'd like to order today. "Yes, ah, I'd like to order some... some condoms. ... A fairly large number of them."\n\n"Ah, would this be in relation to the 'fapluenza' outbreak?" the pleasant-seeming customer service woman asks.\n\n"... Yes."\n\n"Then you'll likely be wanting the 'Warhorse' variety. A magnum condom with high durability, guaranteed not to break up to volumes of three gallons."\n\nYour jaw drops a bit. "Three <i>gallons</i>?!"\n\n"Previously this was just a marketing by-line, but apparently with some strains of fapluenza they've been getting really put to the test. If someone is particularly affected, the 'Hadrian' brand might be-"\n\n"No, no, 'Warhorse' should be fine!" you interrupt quickly, putting a hand to your face. Then pause. ... Sometimes sicknesses get worse before they get better. "... Actually let's do one box of 'Hadrian' just in case, along with... um..."\n\n"If it's the first day of illness we're suggesting six boxes right now."\n\n"... Okay, six boxes of Warhorse and one of Hadrian."\n\n"Very good, ma'am. With one hour delivery and taxes, that comes to-"\n\nShe names the price and your jaw drops. "How much?! For condoms?!"\n\n"They are very high-end condoms, ma'am, and demand is <i>extremely</i> high right now, even we're running out of stock. However, if you have health insurance, we've already been able to negotiate to be able to charge your provider, you just need some other prescription related to fapluenza as proof."\n\nOh. That's a relief. You spend a few minutes going through the process of providing your information, and within the hour you're picking up a discrete cardboard box from your doorstep. Opening it, you see a note resting on the top of the packaging and pick it up to read.\n\n'Due to high demand, color and style has been chosen randomly from available stock. We apologize for any inconvenience of preference,' you read silently, frowning thoughtfully. 'I wonder what that means? ... Ah,' you think a moment later as you start looking through the boxes. Three of them seem to be the standard assortment of condom colors, at least as far as your rather limited experience goes: white, blue, green, some black. One box is a 'Menagerie Pack'... rather than just a simple latex sheath, they seem to be 'padded out' with animalistic features, how lewd! Another two seem to be 'Pretty Pastel Pony Packs', featuring the brand's massive, imposing mascot as a brightly-colored cartoon instead, and while normally-shaped apparently the colors run more towards what you'd see on an easter egg. Then of course there's the 'Hadrians'.\n\nYou pick up the large box and just stare at it a bit. Instead of a horse or some other symbol of virility, these have apparently decided to dispense with subtlety and display an elephant. 'Who could possibly be using these? At least on human beings?' you think as you turn the box over, staring at the proclamation that they're guaranteed not to burst up to volumes in excess of ten gallons. Ten gallons?! ... Ten gallons... they... they actually said some of the cases <i>needed</i> these?\n\nYou almost feel a bit dizzy as you tuck the condoms into the bag with the rest of the care items. Ten gallons... an elephant... my God, you think as you stir the broth you're heating to take to Ken once he wakes up from his nap. Some boys getting cocks so big and balls so full they need something like <i>that</i>? Gosh.\n\n<hr>\n[[Good thing his case isn't so bad!|Marei14x8]]\n\n[[... Let's make him healthier.|Marei]]

Ah, October! Probably the best holiday for Decorating, tied with Christmas. How you love the fantastically spooky and silly fun of jack-o-lanterns and costumes. And it's always a great time for blogging because people need advice on how to straddle that line between tasteful and tacky... and they're just settling into their ravenous hunger for pumpkin-themed snacks.\n\nThere are three primary dates to look at in October, despite the month-long celebratory possibilities:\n\n[[October 24th|HollyOctPlaceholder]] - If you're going to prepare and throw your own party.\n\n[[October 30th|HollyOct5x1]] - If you're going to attend someone else's party.\n\n[[October 31st|HollyOct2x1]] - If you're going to stay home and hand out candy.

Probably just best to pretend you never saw anything at all. That's what most mothers do (you assume). Just one of those things about your kids growing up that you have to deal with, and maintain a polite fiction of the subject not even existing.\n\nTo take your mind off of it, you turn on the small TV on the counter, setting it to the local morning news program as you mix up waffle batter.\n\n"-and the cheer squad has indicated that they intend to fight the ruling on mandatory buttock coverage ratio for bloomers all the way up through the beginning of the school year. Janet?"\n\n"Thank you, Tim. Doctors are warning that there's a new flu virus going around, though this one apparently has a number of side effects. We're not entirely sure of the full list, but at the moment it seems to include difficulty focusing, increased heartrate and bloodflow, and-" The anchorwoman pauses, squinting, then apparently it's decided she can't read off the other symptoms on air so she breezes past with, "In any event, so far this strain of flu has been noted to only affect males, but everyone should remember to wash your hands and be careful about contamination! While it doesn't have an official name yet, some of the internet has dubbed it 'Fapluenza', for reasons we have completely failed to research or investigate. That wacky internet!"\n\n"Thanks, Jan, I'm sure that information you left out because our network doesn't want to get angry phone calls from prudes will have absolutely no effect on peoples' health and welfare. In other news, is this puppy <i>too</i> cute? Congress seems to think so!"\n\nYou can't stand politics. Turning the TV off after closing the waffle maker, you glance up and smile at Ken as he comes down, then blink, noticing he's still in just his sleeping pants. He also looks somehow both flushed and pale, and a bit sweaty... well, moreso than his earlier activities would lead you to expect. "Honey, do you feel alright?" you ask in concern, stepping over to the side of his chair.\n\n"M'fine," he mumbles, sort of staring off at the far wall as if trying to find a thought.\n\n<hr>\n[[Well. If he says he's fine...|Marei]]\n\n[[Oh no! Call up the family doctor!|Marei14x2]]\n\n[[TO THE HOSPITAL!|Marei]]

"I'm going to make an appointment with Doctor Myers at once!" you declare, quickly turning and picking up the phone.\n\n"Nnnh, Moooom," Ken mutters, though apparently he's lacking the energy to find much more than that token protest.\n\nLydia Myers has not only been your family doctor for a good long time, but was one of your late husband's colleagues, so you're able to set an appointment to see her within the hour. Soon Ken is sitting on the side of the examination bed, squirming rather lethargically as Lydia steps back over to the desk to speak to you, settling down on the stool beside it and turning, folding one leg over the other. Though the two of you are of an age, she's similarly kept herself up well, her face still clear and smooth, framed by the falls of her brown hair, the back of which is pulled up in a 'ducktail', purple eyes still unclouded. Her pink sweater is stretched over... well, you certainly have a different standard of "big" than most women, but compared to the average she's quite large, if not nearly so much as you. She's got a white labcoat on over it, though the short, snug black skirt with visible garters clipping to lace-topped black stockings are a bit less <i>professional</i>... though that makes sense, as she's not usually a general practitioner, except to friends and family, and probably dresses to suit herself most of the time.\n\n<img src="images/DoctorMyers.jpg">\n\n"It does look like it's the new flu strain, but I wouldn't worry," Lydia adds hastily before you can intensify your fretting. "The news is being both vague and alarming, I understand, but really this isn't threatening in any way, especially to someone of Ken's age and health."\n\n"Oh, that's a relief," you murmur with a huff, putting a hand to your chest.\n\n"Now, what you may have heard about increased bloodflow and side effects is true, and it's possible some of the side effects will be long term," Lydia continues, making you tense up again. "Nothing detrimental, really. Ah... well, the simple fact is, it may cause some..." She clears her throat. "Permanent <i>enlargement</i> of certain body parts. Most of the negative enlargement can be fended off with particular vitamins," she continues, picking up her prescription pad and writing some things out. "But. Well. Frankly the genitalia enlargement, if it occurs, is largely benign. If capable of causing a bit of lightheadedness before his body adapts."\n\n"Er... did you really say," you whisper, glancing over at Ken.\n\n"Yes. 'Fapluenza's' effects include frequent erections, which should be tended to as thoroughly as possible, else it cause a painful backup that the body has to deal with," Lydia clarifies with a rather rueful grin. "So basically any time Ken has an erection, he should also ejaculate. More than once, if possible, it will help clear out his system and strengthen his immune response to this particular virus."\n\n"I-I see," you murmur, blushing brightly and putting your fingertips to your lips.\n\n"As you can imagine, a lot of young men are looking to contract this disease, when they hear about the side effects," she notes with a chuckle. "So he should be fine in a week at most, if not bring him back and I'll do some more tests."\n\n"I see... ah, are you sure there's nothing that you can do, otherwise?" you ask, glancing at her locked cabinet. After all, she was one of your husband's colleagues, you're well aware that she's not entirely a <i>normal</i> doctor.\n\n"Welllll... there <i>is</i> something I've been working on that should speed up his metabolism and get him over it much more quickly, perhaps even in a few hours," your friend muses, glancing at the cabinet herself. "And I know a few pressure point techniques that could also stimulate that immune response I mentioned, although..."\n\n"Although?" you prompt, frowning a little.\n\n"Although it <i>would</i> require extensive handling of the... ah... affected area," she murmurs, grinning sheepishly again. "I'm just saying it's a possibility!" she adds as you go red again in a mingling of embarrassment and outrage. "You know, since you asked! But if you're not comfortable with either something experimental or me doing that particular thing for him, then I'd simply suggest that you take him home and keep him supplied with regular generous servings of beef broth and orange juice and, ah, let nature take its course."\n\n<hr>\n[[Try the experimental treatment.|Marei]]\n\n[[Let Lydia... handle things.|Marei]]\n\n[[Just take Ken home.|Marei14x3]]

"I think it's probably best to just... let things pass naturally," you decide after a moment, with another glance towards Ken.\n\n"Alright. So here's the prescription for the vitamins that will help alleviate any other side effects, and... ah." Lydia stands and moves to her cabinet, unlocking it and coming back with several tall squeeze bottles and a box of latex gloves. "This is a medicinal oil that he should use regularly. If you run out just let me know and I'll drop some more off."\n\n"Oh? What does it help with?" you ask, accepting one and eyeing it briefly.\n\n"Prevents stretch marks." At your blush and glance, she shrugs a little. "Well it doesn't hurt to think about these things. Besides it should be generally helpful for the issue."\n\n"I see," you murmur, your ears hot as you tuck the items into your purse, then stand to head over to Ken and get him on his feet. "Thank you, Lydia."\n\n"Um, Marei," Lydia murmurs as you turn for the door. "If you've got time, could we talk in private? Just for a minute?"\n\n<hr>\n[[... Not today.|Marei14x4]]\n\n[[... Alright.|Marei]]

... Right! Right, right, absolutely a good thing. God, if Ken's new size stays around after he's over his sickness, you're already going to have to alter pretty much every pair of pants he owns, can you imagine what it would be like if he got <i>bigger</i>?! Hahaha! ... Yeah you should probably stop imagining it. Your... current activities are probably pushing it as it is, but clearly you're still covered by the fact that this is medically necessary!\n\nOnce he wakes up, Ken settles back in his own bed to drink the broth and orange juice... though you notice that under his pajama pants, his cock is already starting to swell and grow, and soon simply snaps the button on the fly and juts out of them, Ken blushing in embarrassment at that. "We'll just have to take care of it again," you say breezily, once you've fought down the urge to lick your lips. "Don't worry, I already had some condoms delivered, it won't be nearly as messy this time," you assure him.\n\n"Oh, um, okay, good," he says as he wriggles out of the pants and lays back on the bed naked... then blushes brightly as you start removing your clothes again. "Um, I thought you said-"\n\nYou hesitate in unhooking your bra, then say, "Well, honey, the condom might break, you never know. So the thing about not getting all messy again still applies." You're just going to ignore the text on the box that says that Warhorse condoms are so guaranteed against breakage that if it does burst they'll pay for the kid's college tuition. \n\n"Oh. Right," he murmurs, being a little more blatant this time about staring at your naked body, his enlarged prick hanging low over his belly and chest.\n\nLetting your teeth briefly drag over your lower lip, you nevertheless yank your eyes off of your son's cock and kneel briefly, considering the lotion... hm, it can probably go on after, right?... and then looking right at the condoms. Let's see, probably one of the normal ones, right? Wouldn't want to embarrass Ken by putting him in a bright pink or pastel purple condom, haha! \n\n... a-actually, that might be really cute...\n\n<hr>\n[[Just use a normal one.|Marei14x9]]\n\n[["... Oh dear, these were all they had!"|Marei]]

Yes it's probably not the time for cute. Taking one of the green condoms from the regular box, you try not to bite your lower lip as you settle it into place and start unrolling the latex down your son's massive, throbbing erection, stroking it to urge it into place, his soft, obviously embarrassed moans definitely stirring up some emotions you know you shouldn't be having. You're almost surprised by how much of his enlarged shaft it covers, but it's about as much as a regular condom, though you can tell it fits fairly snug. The reservoir in the tip seems to have enough room though, and with little hesitation you start stroking your hands up and down the slick, smooth surface, feeling the slightly muffled heat and throbbing of his prick through the latex.\n\nAgain you try not to admit how absolutely horny you are as you start double-hand stroking Ken's big, beautiful cock, even though you can feel little trickles of arousal running down your inner thighs now that there's nothing to get in the way of it. You start muffling your own soft moans and coos of desire as you jerk him off through the latex, but without really thinking about it you dip a hand down and cup his balls, feeling how big and heavy they are now, how full, trying to handle both making them easily overflow your hand.\n\n"Mmf... Mom?" Ken murmurs, going even more red in the face.\n\n"Just trying to help you along, dear," you murmur almost distractedly, giving his balls a very gentle squeeze and making him gasp before returning both hands to his shaft. Your breathing starts to quicken even as his does, and you're seized by the sudden desire to wrap your tits around his green-sheathed prick and really feel him throbbing between them.\n\n<hr>\n[[Do it.|Marei14x10]]\n\n[[Focus on milking him.|Marei]]

Feeling a little giddy about your sheer good fortune, you wander through the suite soaking up the luxury. You strip down and take a quick but thorough rinse in the 'tropical rain' style shower, and find a complimentary robe on the counter when you go to get a towel. It's a bit short and sheer, but looks fantastic on you and is comfy as hell. Besides, you've got the legs for it!\n\nWhen you wander back out into the main area of the suite, you find a small cart has been left near the door, bearing a champagne bottle in an ice bucket and an envelope. You open the envelope first, of course, skimming over the text.\n\nApparently in about an hour there will be a mixer down in the bar. The purpose is not just to meet your fellow contestants, but to pick one of them to be your partner for the upcoming competition. You flop down on the couch to look at the glossy pamphlet included, of course first finding yourself and snorting a bit at the summary, then looking over who else is attending.\n\nAfter some musing, you narrow your choices down to what seem like four potentials that seem likely to help you win the tournament... well, if it were a fighting tournament. You'll just have to hope those skills translate well to volleyball.\n\n[[Tanya|DOA2x2]], an American MMA fighter. Strong arms and legs, means she'd probably be able to hit the ball hard and jump great. Probably a little on the indelicate side though.\n\n[[Christina|DOA5x1]], a British... executive assistant? That seems a little odd. But it does mention that she's light on her feet and deft with her hands. Steady and supportive, sounds like.\n\n[[Hayate|DOA4x1]], a Japanese... "none of your business"? What? But both that and her blurb emphasizes that she's intense and tough. Probably a highly aggressive player and difficult to rattle.\n\n[[Jeanne|DOA3x1]], a French... executive assistant. Seriously? Although the blurb playing up her abilities notes she's very fast and agile, it also includes her height... five foot nothing. Oof. That's almost as severe a handicap as it would be in basketball.

Confidently, you select the option to land on his hideout. You'll break in, catch this guy off guard, stun him, drag him back to this ship and hit the 'Recall' button, and be back in time for dinner. ... Hey, what do they have for dinner in space anyway?\n\nYour thoughts perhaps a little more on pondering your future daily schedule than your job, you watch as the sky fades from black with stars to blue and clear, and tropical jungle goes zooming by below you. Eventually a squat, squarish metal bunker sort of building comes into view, mostly surrounded by the jungle with little if any clear area around it. The vehicle stops overhead and hovers, then slowly lowers down to the roof. A doorway slides open in back, and you get up and walk out, peering back behind you... there's the faintest shimmer in the air where you know the ship must be, but other than that it's invisible. Wow, nice! Real cloaking technology! You scan the roof, the HUD of your helmet helpfully providing short-range scans of the area and what's below. It identifies one particular grate sticking up as having a utility room directly below it. Perfect! Walking over, you tug on the grate until it comes loose and you can set it aside, then drop through the roughly six feet of vent below, landing easily. Okay, now there's another vent at the bottom, you can just pry that off and-\n\nSolid metal suddenly slams down over that vent, as well as the one above you, making you snap your head up at the sight. "... Oh fuck."\n\nThe floor abruptly yanks itself from below you, dropping you onto an angled, seemingly frictionless metal surface, your feet flinging out from under you and sending you hurtling down, screaming with surprise as you're flung through the apparent trap chute like a bullet from a gun. You twist back and forth, this way and that, getting more and more disoriented, until it flattens out and you're flung free of the tunnel. You hit the ground roughly and roll, your helmet display flashing 'Autocorrecting' before you find yourself managing to roll to your feet and come to a stop. Head spinning, you snatch your gun from its holster and gesture it around, trying to get your jumbled-up brain to focus.\n\n"Hnnnh, this again. How bothersome."\n\nHearing something helps, and you snap your head and gun in that direction. You seem to be in some sort of large, open lab area, dotted all around with equipment. Directly ahead, pushing back from the computer console to stand, is a massive, orange skinned figure, bald and with a crest capping the crown of his skull. As he stands and turns, you start to get a sense of how big he really is... he towers over you even before he's full upright. He's definitely a Triceratops, or something like it, two long, smooth pale horns jutting from his forehead below the impressive bone crest rising from around his forehead, his lower face muzzle-like and beak-tipped, a pair of small spectacles perched upon it behind the stubbier third horn rising from above his nostrils. He's also completely naked... his thick arms, nipple-less pecs, and broad stomach are bare, the bulge and set of him making him look potbellied, though the firmness of it somehow still says it's not just fat. Dangling between his rather squat, broad, trunklike legs is a truly massive cock and balls, the shaft dangling down freely slightly past his knees. In fact, the only thing he seems to be wearing is a thick, bulky silver bracer around his right arm, covered with numerous blinking lights and technical-looking things sticking off of it.\n\n"Yet another lowly mammal law enforcement officer interrupting my work," he grumbles, his voice a deep bass rumble that feels like it passes right through you even from fifteen feet away. "Pathetic. Why don't you just strip off those ridiculous clothes, get on all fours where you belong, and crawl over here and start sucking my cock, it will save us all some time getting to the inevitable."\n\n<hr>\n[["Oh, hell with you!"|GGSR]]\n\n[["Freeze!"|GGSR10x3]]\n\n[["... okay..."|GGSR]]

Okay so you're basically arresting this guy, right? Just... just go with a typical cop thing to say! "Freeze!" You blurt out, reaiming your pistol at him to emphasize the threat.\n\n"Is that supposed to be some sort of 'clever' mammal joke?" the massive dinosaur man says with a snort. "Are you one of those idiotic mammals that believes those foolish rumors about 'cold-blooded' Saurians, perhaps?"\n\n"What?! N-no, I'm not a racist!!" you stammer, sufficiently thrown off your game that you actually draw back a little. "I'm just a Space Ranger! I'm here to arrest you, so-!"\n\n"Yes, yes," he says, bringing a hand around to tap one of the buttons on his bracer so smoothly and casually that you barely even notice it. "'Freeze'."\n\nThere's a geyser of white gas from beneath you, and you yelp at the intense cold that spreads out from everywhere it touches. Your cry of shock is quickly muffled as you find your throat and mouth unable to move as a layer of ice crusts over your entire body, frosting your helmet and draping icicles from your outstretched arms. You can't move... you can barely feel anything, either, you feel a sort of all-over chill but you seem to be so cold that you've gone almost completely numb. You can only watch in mounting terror as Ceratops walks slowly towards you, footfalls almost seeming to shake the floor, until he stops in front of you, bringing a hand around towards your head.\n\nA flick of his large, bone-bulge-tipped finger against the faceplate of your helmet causes your entire Space Ranger suit, and your gun, to crumble and fall away like a layer of ice knocked off of someone's windshield. Your body is left posed exactly the same, your skin a deep shade of blue that really probably should indicate that you're dead, but your mind is unaffected, other than screaming internally.\n\n"Mm, well, I had been looking for a proper spontaneous test of this chemical mixture," Ceratops muses aloud, clearly more to himself than you, even as he reaches out to put his fingers on one of your arms and move it. You're terrified that it will wind up snapping off like your suit did, but instead it just moves stiffly, like you were a mannequin, as he pushes both arms to your side. "Yes, excellent, just the desired effect on mammalian biology and at the desired speed as well."\n\nHe moves behind you, his broad tail flicking a few times before he passes out of view... then you feel yourself being bent forward at the waist. You're given no real warning as he abruptly pushes his stiff cock into your pussy, that gargantuan Saurian shaft sliding inside you in a long, smooth stroke. You'd expect to feel pain from such a big penetration so abruptly, or at least some sort of sensation, but... really other than the pressure and the sense of being spread, you can't feel much. Must be the numbness from the freezing... which strangely enough leaves you extremely acutely aware of just how massive he is, how he stretches your inner passage, the feeling of his bulge traveling along your belly until the tip of it rests between your tits. He begins thrusting lightly, letting you feel every inch of that massive shaft, essentially forced to pay complete attention to it since its movement inside you is all you can feel.\n\n"As expected, cellular malleability is good. Core temperature seems to be just above freezing, let's confirm." He pulls himself out of your pale blue pussy, leaving it gaping open to almost the same girth as his prick, then instead pushes into your asshole. Again, you can just feel the pressure of him, and know how he must be stretching you, probably ruining your hole completely, but all it is to you is pressure, the acute awareness that he's inside you and fucking you. "Yes, that's about right, definitely. I'm not a particular fan of the cold, but I do admit this is mildly refreshing on a particularly hot day. Keeping a few frozen mammals around might be quite enjoyable... hm, but I have other plans for this one, I think."\n\nYou suddenly feel new pressure on the back of your neck, the sensation of something piercing your skin. Your vision blurs, then goes black. When you come to, you're flopped on your stomach in something wet and cold. Gasping in a lungful of frigid air, you scramble to your feet and look around... there's nothing but snow, rocks, and snowy rocks as far as you can see. The sky is dark and starless, and the only reason more snow isn't coming down hard is that the wind is blowing hard enough to keep it swirling around and flitting through the air. You look down at yourself to see if your skin color's back to normal, then stare. Your skin is white again, yes, but your body's more obviously muscular, probably a bit taller if you had to guess. But more striking than that is that anywhere you originally had noticeable hair follicles... your arms, your legs, the backs of your hands and feet, and your crotch, all of them are now covered in a thick layer of white fur. Your fingernails have become formidable claws, and patting at your head finds that your hair, too, is now thick and white, and the odd feel in your mouth, confirmed with your tongue, says that a number of your teeth have sharpened.\n\nAs you're wondering how you got here and what happened to you, there's a flicker in the air, and a translucent orange hologram of Doctor Ceratops, fully life-sized, appears in front of you. "Your designation is now Test Subject #001881," he says in an almost bored tone. "Since you seemed so interested in freezing things, I've decided to place you in Testing Ground #987 for the latest experiment there. Since it would be pointless to drop a particularly weak mammal such as a human where they'd only die before ever regaining consciousness, you have obviously been altered to survive in your new environment. You have many of the benefits of more predatory mammals now, so let's see how you fare using them. To incentivize you to participate, I direct your attention to this."\n\nHe holds out his hand, another hologram appearing over his palm. At first you think it's some sort of pterodactyl toy, but then you realize it's a ship schematic. "Somewhere in Test Area #987 is this spacecraft. Its autopilot is programmed with a number of coordinates relevant to the interests of the various participants in this test. Because you didn't think you were the only one, did you?" he adds, raising one brow ridge as he lowers his hand, the schematic disappearing. "No, there are a number of other test subjects here, either willing ones of my own choosing, or unwilling ones like yourself. The one who finds the shuttle earns their freedom... or my favor. So if you want to leave... or perhaps begin to harbor greater ambitions... then you had best get to finding it. Will you comply with this testing protocol?"\n\n<hr>\n[[Yes.|GGSR]]\n\n[[Very no.|GGSR10ax1]]

"I... think I do want to try the alcove," you admit, blushing again.\n\n"Alright, let's see..." Haley pulls a small tablet out of one of her jacket pockets and taps at it for a few moments. "Okay, I've got that all set up for alcove A12... it's right in view of the bouncer so they can make sure the instructions are followed," she adds, smiling. "The dressing room for the access area is right over there, just head through that door, put all your things in a locker, and then head through the next door."\n\nAs you walk off, she adds, "Oh, and we're probably going to have a full house tonight, so most of the alcoves are already registered! Make sure you use A12!"\n\nYou barely hear her, moving in a bit of a daze. You're really, actually doing this, something so dirty, so depraved, you think as you step into the surprisingly classy and normal little dressing room and, after only a brief hesitation, start stripping down. Of course, the fact that you have to peel your soaked panties off of your pussy is a good indicator that while your brain still has misgivings, your body (and, admit it, parts of your brain too) are totally on board with this. Your head's swimming with a heady mixture of shame, disbelief, and intense arousal as you pad naked out through the other door, your huge tits jiggling with each step.\n\nThe room is large and a bit dim, with simple metal walls and floor. You can immediately see the 'alcoves' in question... large openings that show padded nooks in the wall beyond. And not all of them are empty... you stare as you realize there are already a small handful of people here ahead of you, a variety of rubber-framed asses and pussies poking out of the rubber rings firmly surrounding them, as if they were simply bits of a sex toy attached to the wall. ... Actually, not all pussies, you notice as you see a pert, round bubble butt with a pair of smooth balls and a jutting, slender prick below it, your face coloring. That's... that's going to be you. ... Well <i>that's</i> not going to be you, the ones with the pussies are going to be you. A sex toy. To be used, for an hour and a half.\n\nSwallowing, you turn and make your way towards the nearest empty alcove, your breath shuddering with both fear and excitement as you stare into it for a moment.\n\n<hr>\n[[Get in.|Marei18x4]]\n\n[[Aren't you forgetting something?|Marei]]

"Look, there's nothing to be afraid of," you say calmly, partly to cover up the fact that your heart is still pounding from that surprise as well. "But fine, let's go back to the house, we'll tell the boys we heard a-"\n\nYou're interrupted by a long, rising loo from deeper in the woods, every single hair on your body sticking up almost simultaneously at the sound of the eerie howl that carries on the breeze... and is quickly answered by several others.\n\n"..." Leslie stares over her shoulder for a moment, before grabbing you by the front of the shirt and shaking you. "I THOUGHT YOU SAID THE LAST WOLF SIGHTING WAS IN 1927!!!"\n\n"I-i-it wa-a-a-as!" you answer with your head bobbling back and forth, then giving her a sheepish grin once she's stopped. "... Could be a pack of feral dogs?"\n\n"Feral <i>dogs</i>?!" Leslie shrieks, staring at you with wide eyes before her head snaps to the side at another howl. "We've gotta get out of here!"\n\n"Don't panic, don't run, if they hear or see something running they're just gonna chase us harder," you say with a calm you don't really feel, grabbing her arm and starting a fast walk back the way you came. "Besides, they sound a long ways o-" As if just to mock you again, the next howl comes from much, much closer... close enough that you suspect that if there weren't all these trees around, you'd be able to see the source. There's also something about it that definitely doesn't say 'dog' to your primitive hindbrain.\n\nLeslie goes pale and stiff, rooting in place for a moment. You're fairly certain she doesn't even notice as the crotch of her shorts darkens and liquid begins running down her inner thighs and spattering to the ground. Her teeth are actually chattering as she says, "D-do you hear th-that?"\n\n"Y-yeaaah, it was pretty close, maybe-"\n\n"No! Not that! Under that! I can hear it now! Listen!" she hisses, hunching in towards you.\n\nNow that she's gone quiet you can hear it too, a lump rising in your throat and your own bladder threatening to rebel. It sounds like...\n\n<hr>\n[[... panting.|GGWW11x3]]\n\n[[... claws on wood.|GGWW]]

"Let's do the VR training," you answer. "I mean, is it gonna be like that movie I sorta-kinda remember, where I lay in the chair and you upload stuff into my brain and I just get even more badass than before?"\n\n"You will be laying in the chair, the rest of what you have said is unnecessary," Mavis answers, in a very slightly annoyed tone that makes you make a face. "Mistress Cyan has already granted you a considerable amount of her skills via the partial mind upload. The rest can be assisted by the programs in your implants, this will merely familiarize you with them and help you understand their activation."\n\n"Alright, alright, sorry," you grumble. "Geez, I only got out of a cyber-brothel like ten minutes ago, give me a break."\n\n"I will tender you all the 'slack' I find you to be due. Now, please assume a comfortable sitting position, and when you are ready to begin, say 'Link on' so that I may initiate the training dive."\n\n"'Kay, 'kay." You mutter a bit as you look around the room, noticing that there is a sort of dentist-chair-like seat that you can settle into. "Wow, comfy," you murmur. You vaguely understand the chair's entire design... Cyan must have made it, you figure. Settling your head back, you announce, "Link on."\n\nYour vision goes white and you briefly feel like you're falling, lurching a little as instead you're abruptly standing in a white expanse with a faint shadow around you to give some definition. "This is the loading construct, where we begin training simulations," Mavis's voice announces, though now it's coming from all around you, making you reflexively turn back and forth trying to see if she's actually there, though you've no idea what she would look like if she was. "We will begin with the basics, such as providing you a simple set of training gear and activating your HUD implant."\n\nYou have the distinctly odd sensation of clothing... well, 'crawling' over you is the only way you can describe it, appearing on parts of your body. The tight, slightly shiny tanktop and panties slide over your bare chest and crotch, while your legs are sheathed in something that looks more like double-thick thigh high stockings than anything else. A harness clicks into place over your torso, framing your pert black-clad breasts and wrapping around your waist, a sleek pistol in a holster appearing strapped to your right thigh. Fingerless shoulder-high gloves much like the stockings slide over your arms, though you see several small silver points and faint LEDs across their surface. You lift your hands and look at them, then blink as lines and text appear in your vision, highlighting certain parts of your gear when you look at them. "Whoa," you whisper.\n\n"Indeed. This is standard VWA issue equipment, slightly less than what your clearance entitles you to, but adequate for training and learning purposes. The series of simulations you will be put through are not intended to perfectly mimic reality... instead, we may speak to each other freely. They will be more like a series of discussions between us with a highly detailed visual aid component... when I present you with a situation, you will tell me what you think is the ideal way to overcome such a situation, and then together we will attempt to implement your choice. This will train your implants to assist you with carrying out similar situations in the future. If you make an incorrect decision, after you have experienced the results of that decision, I may 'reset' you to an earlier point so you can instead choose another path. Are you ready to begin?"\n\n"Yeah, let's go," you answer, rolling your shoulders. "I am the very best ever at video games! I'm pretty sure! Video games and pleasuring cocks!" You pause, then sigh and shrug. "Yeah, basically all of that, okay, let's go."\n\n"Very good." There's a flickering of the white expanse around you, and it's replaced with a nighttime view of a sleek, shiny four-story building surrounded by a tall white wall topped with angled bars, between which are glowing red lines of lasers (you assume they're lasers, they're awesome like lasers). A pair of guards are standing at the front gate, looking like some sort of fan concept Stormtroopers and holding rifles. They're ignoring you, despite the fact that you're only roughly ten feet or so in front of them and out in the open. "On the fourth floor of this facility, in an office on the east corner, is a data specialist that Mistress Cyan wishes to make loyal to her. Obviously to accomplish this you must reach her without being captured or killed. What is your first step towards doing so?"\n\n<hr>\n[[Jump the wall!|Chocola]]\n\n[[Jump the guards!|Chocola]]\n\n[[Jump... the gun much?|Chocola1x2]]

They don't call it "Caster Edition" in salty online forums for nothing, and hey, who doesn't want to be effective? Might as well get the most bang for your buck (literally, if you take spells that do AoE fire damage or something). \n\nIt looks like the book mostly focuses on variant classes that do different things... most of them a little odd, really. You're not sure how the rules would even work on some of them, but then, casters are pretty crunch-heavy.\n\nOne archetype is the [[Apprentice|Mage1x1.5]]. Apparently they start out very low-powered, virtually an NPC class for the first few levels, but then rapidly gain power and abilities until they're even more OP than other casters by the high levels. One supposes that's the tradeoff for putting in the time.\n\nAnother is the [[Alteration Mage|GGMage3x1]]. Almost purely devoted to transformation spells, specifically those that involve changing one substance into another ("Flesh to Stone" and "Stone to Mud" are two examples they give). Apparently at high levels they can change pretty much anything into pretty much anything else, as long as it has at least something in common with the previous form, whether that be the shape, material, or type. They also get some other material creation and manipulation spells, it looks like.\n\nThird is the [[Neuromancer|GGMage]]. Hey, wasn't that a book series? You don't think you've ever read it though. But they seem to focus almost entirely on mind-altering effects. Heh, a wizard with Charm Person, that's pretty funny. But apparently their special class abilities focus on extending/intensifying the abilities of those sorts of spells. \n\nLastly there's the [[Scholomancer|GGSchol1x1]]. From reading the brief description, it's entirely a support class with no offensive spells... don't see that very often. Sounds like it's also a RP-enhancing class since it mentions a lot about the Academic's Guild and there's a lot of Lore™-looking text. Not exactly something most players would leap at the chance to take, but might make for a decent DMPC for an undersized party, you imagine...

"Why don't we try that path?" you suggest, pointing towards the one marked by a single star. "I mean, there's usually a single star that never changes position in the sky, right? The one that 'leads you home'?"\n\n"Not a bad bit of reasoning," Bane allows, nodding once. "Let's give it a try."\n\nThe lot of you set off down the tunnel, which slopes downwards gently but steadily, giving you a very real sense of going deeper and deeper into the earth as you follow its gradually winding path. The stone begins to darken bit by bit, as well as glistening damply... there's a strange smell you can't quite put a name to. Musty? Acrid? Citrus? Spicy? It's really hard to say but it somehow both makes your teeth itch and your nipples stiffen.\n\nEventually the tunnel opens out into a large dome-shaped room... with no exits. It's just a round area with the tunnel you just came in through as its only variation. "Strange, what was the point of all that?" Amana muses aloud as she lingers near the entrance, gazing around.\n\n"Could be a hidden door," Shae offers as she starts wandering around the edge of the cavern, eyes on the wall.\n\n"Or just a dead end," Bane says with a sigh as he wanders to the center with Thurkar at his side.\n\n"Waste of time," Thurkar grunts, shaking his head. "Let's hurry back."\n\n"Sorry, guys," you say with a frown, following them towards the center of the room. "But let's at least check it, otherwise I don't know why they'd-" \n\nYou cut yourself off, blinking at a faint cracking sound. From the way Thurkar's head twitches, you think he heard it too, but probably doesn't have any idea what it was any more than you do. What a strange sound, it definitely sounded like something breaking, but it wasn't like glass...\n\n<hr>\n[[Huh. Weird.|GGCentaur]]\n\n[[... Jump!|GGCentaur8x2]]

You'd feel kind of like a piece of shit if you had effectively infinite wishes at your beck and call and didn't try to bring back a dead party member, even if it was just a tabletop game. Here, where he was an actual person, and his friends are standing beside you, well. "Our party leader was killed when the Gobberlins attacked, I want him brought back to life."\n\n"Oh? You know, resurrection is a pretty hefty thing, as far as the universe goes, dear," the genie points out, putting her hands on her hips and leaning towards you, blue boobs wobbling a little and the gems in her nipple rings flashing in the torchlight. "Just as a heads-up."\n\nYou suppress a wince at the confirmation of what you were worried about, but your mind's made up. "No, I definitely want to bring him back."\n\n"Alright. Though I should point out, there are two ways to do that," she notes, holding up two fingers.\n\n"Two ways?"\n\n"First, I could do what you're likely thinking of, bring him back where he fell, fully healthy. Why, for just another small wish, I could fill him with heroic vigor, a blessing by the gods on his return that would allow him to fight through any odds to rescue his party members!" She makes an exaggerated dreamy face, then snickers and continues. "Or I could go a much more 'incidental' path. Who's to say that some time ago, the Gobberlins didn't come across a small stash of sex change potions? So, rather than killing your male party member at the outset, they hit him with that. Thus instead of dying, he'd be here with you now... just as a she, and in much the same state the rest of you are in. A small nudge of fate like that requires far less cost than a blatant hero's rise from the dead."\n\nYou glance at the others, but both seem to be waffling and watching you. No help there, you're on your own as to which to choose.\n\n<hr>\n[[Hero's Resurrection.|GGMonk]]\n\n[[Nudge of Fate.|GGMonk]]

Oh well, even if it just makes some gross bubbles and tastes a bit bad, isn't that part of Halloween too? You empty the powder into the punch and give it a quick stir with the spoon, and are pleasantly surprised when the surface of the punch begins emitting a thick layer of hazy smoke. My my, it really is an improved product! You fill three little Halloween-themed plastic goblets with the stuff and then set them and the plate of cookies on a tray to carry them out.\n\n"Oh wow, what's that you've got?" Felicity asks, perking up as she sees the smoking drinks.\n\n"It's a new type of Halloween punch I bought and made, I was pretty impressed too," you confess as you set the tray down, then take a seat on one of the chairs since the girls are occupying the couch. All three of you take a first tentative sip, then almost simultaneously a longer one as it turns out to be light and fizzy, with even the fog having a pleasant scent and feeling against your face as you drink.\n\n"Wow, this is great, thanks so much," Selina chirps, both of them snagging cookies as well and starting to munch, Felicity being careful not to wind up with a mouthful of fur.\n\n"Not at all!"\n\nThe two chatter for a bit about the treats, as well as some of the other seasonal stuff they've tried lately, and some of the costumes they've seen others wearing (as well as the girls who get nasty and bully others about their costumes). There's eventually a bit of a lull, so you clearly need to pick up the conversation.\n\n"So have the two of you gone to any parties, or...?" you prompt.\n\n"Not really?" Felicity replies, nose scrunching a little. "We're not super party girls, so trick-or-treating is about it."\n\n"What about you, Holly?" Selina asks curiously. "Honestly I'd figure an adult like you would have a ton of parties to go to tonight."\n\n<hr>\n[[You felt like staying in.|HollyOct4ax1]]\n\n[[You wanted to see the trick-or-treaters.|HollyOct]]\n\n[[You did kind of want to party.|HollyOct]]\n\n[[You'd rather see something spooky.|HollyOct]]\n\n[[You'd rather get laid.|HollyOct]]

Yeah, may as well see if you can meet up with any of your IRL buddies. You're feeling a bit languished in the house, despite your typically indoor nature.\n\n... Probably oughtta go ahead and get cleaned up first though, on the assumption you will be going out and interacting with people whose opinions you actually care about.\n\nYou take a quick shower, mostly just rinsing off whatever sweat you've accumulated since your last one real quick, before changing into fresh clothes... hm, this will probably involve going outside at some point, and since you're not being impulsive you check the weather. (While also giving yourself an excuse to sit around in your room naked, fully enjoying the AC.) Fairly hot but not insanely sunny... so wearing less coverage should be fairly safe for your Gamer skin. Let's see, purple thong (because you like purple and you like thongs so), black denim cutoffs, black tanktop with the purple smirking devil emoji on the front (it was cheap and it was cute fuck off), and... hnnnh, you really kinda wanna add some big clunky boots to this outfit because that would look so good, but on the other hand what if you go to like a pool or something and they don't fit in those stupid little lockers they have? ... Sigh. Okay, lowtop black sneakers with white soles it is. But no socks!\n\nAttired, you flop down to sit on the side of your bed and start thumbing through your phone. Now lessee, who to call...\n\n<hr>\n[[Leslie.|GGLesStart]]

You have to get off the side of this building, now!\n\nAlmost frantic, you look around, searching for any sign of an opening on the window you're pressed up against. Spotting what looks like an almost sliding door style control, you manage to make yourself inch over and grab hold of it with both hands, planting your feet and yanking. You yelp as the motion of hauling the large window open and it sliding along your body almost tumbles you out into the abyss, while also yanking your bikini top entirely off and sending it drifting down ahead of you. But your grip on the handle is enough to preserve it and you yank yourself forward, stumbling topless but intact into the interior.\n\n"Good, you're finally here, we can get started."\n\nYou blink a few times, raising your head, starting to take in the fact that you're standing in... a meeting room? The most stereotypically grey and beige corporate meeting room you could imagine, with a long table surrounded by black rolling chairs, most of which already have people seated in them... equally stereotypical corporate-looking people in grey suits, though they also all have short little horns jutting from their forehead. One of them, a thin middle-aged man with an angular jaw, is standing up by the front of the room where there's a screen on the wall, holding a control, obviously ready to give a presentation, and every single one of them is looking at you expectantly. None of them seem to care that you're wearing nothing but a patriotic bikini bottom, they all just seem very calm, professional levels of annoyed that you're holding up the meeting. \n\n"Well? Take your seat, Miss Daye, you're holding everything up," the white-haired, older-seeming horned man at one end of the table says solemnly. Despite the sheer ridiculousness of the situation, the social pressure of the situation is almost overwhelming.\n\n<hr>\n[["S-... sorry."|HolJuly]]\n\n[["YOU'RE NOT MY SUPERVISOR!"|HolJuly]]

Climbing down will make you a target, but you guess your mother scolded you too many times about jumping out of those trees and maybe scared you with a few too many stories of broken bones. You'll have to take the slower, steadier way down.\n\n'Okay, just take it easy and look down as little as possible,' you tell yourself as you carefully climb through the window and turn to face the wall, blushing a bit as your boobs press up against it as you find a place for your feet. 'Keep your eyes on the house instead of the ground so you don't get psyched out, this is easy!'\n\nYou peek downward, then start doing exactly that, steadily making your way down as you find little jutting-out bricks or pieces of wood to put your feet on. It's pretty embarrassing that your bikini top rather quickly gets caught on the edge of something and pulled up, completely baring your breasts, but it's not like you've got a free hand to fix it now. You just have to keep climbing down, avoiding pressing too close and scraping them, finding more footholds, keeping on going down, and-\n\n'Wait, I should be on the ground by now,' you realize, since your arms and legs are definitely starting to feel tired. 'I have to be at least within a few fee-' you start, turning your head and looking down past your shoulder.\n\n... That's a cloud beneath you.\n\nYou yelp and throw yourself against the wall, clinging to it as hard as you can, realizing your tits are squashing against glass instead of brick. You whip your head around, staring. You're on the side of a skyscraper! A skyscraper that still somehow looks like it was built to resemble the farmhouse, but you're hundreds of feet in the air, at least! "Tanyaaaaaaaaaaa!" you wail in fear and frustration, and are almost certain you hear a raucous laugh echoing through the night air around you. Your captor has apparently taken the opportunity to torment you... or maybe the window was one of those bits of 'schmuck bait' she told you she'd laid out from the start. Either way, you're now stuck on the side of a building!\n\n<hr>\n[[Try to climb back up.|HolJuly]]\n\n[[Try to force your way back inside.|HolJuly5x2]]\n\n[[Try to calm down and think.|HolJuly]]\n\n[[... Jump.|HolJuly]]

Mm. Conversation is overrated. Grinning, you begin absorbing a goodly amount of Leslie's soul, corrupting the rest with the fresh surge of energy that gives you. Leslie shrieks loudly, back arching hard, and then is abruptly silent, though her mouth is still open and her tongue still juts out. With every slam of your cock into her ass, a little of the light goes out of her eyes as her mind is wiped out by your relentless assault, her body quivering silently in pained pleasure as you change her. Her eyes gradually go completely dull, then fade to solid black with faintly glowing white pupils, before the rest of her body begins to change as well.\n\nShe begins to gradually shrink, her feet lifting off the floor as her arms and legs shorten. Her tits jut out, becoming a bit more defined and with thicker, plumper nipples that are revealed once you tear away her shirt. But otherwise her slender, athletic build doesn't change much even as she gets smaller, making you moan happily as her ass gets tighter and tighter around your cock. Still, despite the tightness, it feels like her body is accepting your thick demonic prick even more easily as it shifts and changes. Well, imps are essentially cocksleeves for more powerful demons... she could take a member many times her own size and not be destroyed, most likely.\n\nSmall, curved black horns bud from her forehead as she grows a long, thin spade-tipped blue tail, the rest of her skin taking on the same color, a bit darker blue than your own. She continues to silently wail and moan, black eyes rolled upward, tongue gradually lengthening, thinning a bit as it takes on a split tip and eventually grows long enough to coil a few times on the surface of the table. You slam into her once, twice, and then on the third time groan and spill your load into her depths, her small body shuddering as she grows a pair of tiny, batlike wings from her back and her hair fades from blonde to a deep black.\n\nSighing happily, you step back and make your way over to a nearby couch, flopping down on it, slipping out of your jeans and spreading your legs wide to let your balls dangle down and your cock jut up. The imp stays where it is for a moment, before you mentally give it permission to move. It rolls over and hops down from the table, standing up and looking back and forth, wings fluttering a little and tail lashing. It's about four feet tall, and though still slender is still curvy enough in the hips and chest to show that it's full grown. The face still looks much like the human it once was, though it's taken on a slightly sleeker look, its shaggy black hair and the horns helping obscure its human features. Not having been given any specific orders, it prowls around the basement, sniffing at things and picking them up, occasionally crouching here or there to stare at some object that's caught its attention.\n\nWhen you're certain it's behaving like a proper imp, with no signs of higher thought or particularly human behaviors, you pat your thigh a few times and whistle. "Suck!" It perks its head up, then bounds eagerly across, several times almost going on all fours in its hurry to obey. It rolls its white pupils up to look up at you worshipfully as it wraps both hands around the base of your cock and slips its mouth over the head, and then further down. Its slender little throat bulges as it effortlessly takes your thick dick until its lips press against its fingers, its tongue coiling around your cock to squeeze and lick it as it sucks.\n\nLargely ignoring the creature now, you turn your attention back upstairs. The other two humans are moving around, and their auras show that they're mildly agitated. Probably starting to wonder where Cyan and Leslie are. Hm, if you want to take them unawares, you'd probably better not linger too much longer. Still not bothering to look at it, you grip the imp's hair and begin shoving it violently up and down on your dick. The little creature doesn't make a sound other than the wet noises of your dick stretching its throat... it's a good thing conversation is overrated, since all imps are mute. After a minute or so, you use your little servant's throat as a cumdump, keeping it held down until you're finished gushing thick demon jizz into its stomach, before yanking it up and shoving it aside so you can get up. It obediently comes to heel as you stride towards the stairs and make your way back up into the mansion, none the worse for wear for its rough use.\n\nSoon you peer around the edge of a doorway, using a minor bit of illusion magic to deepen the shadows around you so they're less likely to see. The two human males are milling about near the drink cooler, one looking annoyed, the other worried.\n\n"Where are those girls? They've been gone way too long."\n\n"Do you think something happened to them?"\n\n"I dunno. Probably not." \n\nHm, let's see. You have yourself, your magic, and one imp. An overly egotistical demon would say that's more than enough to take on two humans, but overly egotistical demons usually wind up getting destroyed... by humans, no less. And while neither of these mortal boys is exactly a paladin, if you're not careful one might escape, and from there it would only be a matter of time before some equivalent of a wanted poster was circulated among the demon-oppressing forces of good. You need to make a plan about this, to insure you get them both.\n\n<hr>\n[[Divide and conquer.|GGHHPlaceholder]]\n\n[[Stealth and liquor.|GGHHPlaceholder]]\n\n[[Illusion and fuck'em.|GGHHPlaceholder]]

"Very well," Blue MESA says, looking at the clipboard again. "We have several options from this heading. The first is a selection of testers for 'Zoo Juice' Soda."\n\n"Oh wow, are they trying to bring that stuff back?" you say, unable to help grinning. "Man, everyone's always talking about the 'zing' it had, but they haven't made the real thing since my mom was my age, apparently."\n\n"Yes, the ambiguous 'zing' is notoriously difficult to recreate, this intellectual property is a graveyard littered with the headstones of other companies that have promised to deliver it and failed to do so, dooming themselves to ridicule and bankruptcy," Blue MESA replies solemnly.\n\nYou raise your eyebrows. "Wow, way to make corporate fuckery sound metal."\n\n"Thank you, I genuinely appreciate that," she says in her usual monotone, adjusting her glasses. "We do have several flavors, both classic and new, to try. We also have a selection of supplement juice blends for various effects beneficial for body and-or mind. And finally we have a selection of pet treats that must be tested for quality of taste and texture."\n\n"Uh. Excuse me?" you mutter, making a face.\n\nBlue MESA actually pauses, before looking up. The avatar's pretty expressive, because it seems like she considers saying something positively cutting, before instead offering, "That is an understandable reaction. I would certainly be willing to increase your pay and perhaps send a few additional products that have already been found to be satisfactory, if you were to go through with the testing."\n\nWell. That's... actually pretty nice. You guess she really was complimented earlier, she seemed way snarkier than that. Hm, but still...\n\n<hr>\n[[Test the Zoo Juice Soda.|GGPT1x2]]\n\n[[Test the supplement blends.|GGPT]]\n\n[[Fiiiine, test the pet treats.|GGPT]]

"Think I'll try the soda," you decide aloud. "Kinda curious to experience the 'zing' for myself if you can do it."\n\n"It is one of our more popular choices among the testers, almost as if it's the only thing we really ship out currently," Blue MESA replies breezily, looking at her clipboard again. "We currently have several flavors to choose from that we're shipping out for testing. 'Cherry Cheetah', 'Wildberry Wolf', 'Dragonfruit Devil', 'Citrus Clydesdale', and 'Chocolate Cow'."\n\n"... Naming scheme kind of breaks down with those last two, just a little, doesn't it?" you note.\n\n"Yes I could not help but notice that as well," Blue MESA admits, adjusting her glasses. "But marketing feels confident that they will 'look good on the can' which is apparently the primary concern. Now, which flavor would you prefer?"\n\n<hr>\n[[Cherry Cheetah|GGPT]]\n\n[[Wildberry Wolf.|GGPT]]\n\n[[Dragonfruit Devil.|GGPT]]\n\n[[Citrus Clydesdale.|GGPT]]\n\n[[Chocolate Cow.|GGPT]]

Hm, time to mix things up a little. Releasing your hold on your current character, you let yourself be drawn back to the Lewd Fighter selection screen. Briefly formless, you look over the various models of the fighters, trying to decide who to molest and defile player-characters with next.\n\n[[John Bigballs.|GG-FF-BB-Start]]\n\n[[Rapeball.|GG-FF-RBStart]]\n\n[[Tenta-Z.|GG-FF-TZStart]]\n\n[[Poison Alter.|GG-FF-PAStart]]

"Um, well, I'll just... leave you to this, then," you say with an awkward smile, setting the bag down beside him on the bed. "Um, oh, here," you add, moving a container of wet wipes from his desk to his bedside as well. ... You'll just not think about why those were already here. "So, um, call me on the intercom if you need me, dear, Mommy will just be downstairs."\n\n"Thanks, Mom," he murmurs just as awkwardly, glancing away as he shifts in bed and makes his bare cock wobble again.\n\nYou feel like you should add an 'I love you' but at the moment you're deathly afraid what sort of Freudian slip might come out, so instead you just exit the room with as calm a stride as you can manage, closing the door after you. You wind up slumped against the wall outside shortly after, huffing and flushed, resisting the urge to slide a hand between your legs as part of you can't help but wonder just how intensely aroused you are and if you've managed to soak through both your panties and jeans. The rational part of your brain tells you that's ridiculous, you can't have gotten so wet so fast, but your arousal seems far more... intense... considering the source.\n\n'I... really have to find a good way to relieve myself,' you think ruefully, deciding that this must simply be the result of built-up sexual tension. You have been entirely chaste since your husband died, after all, and never a particularly enthusiastic masturbator yourself, but... well, let's just say you're now fairly certain that you need a proper outlet for your sexual urges, lest you wind up doing something that you'd regret. You turn your thoughts to that as you head downstairs, trying not to get so embarrassed about the thought of it that you put it off... this is for the sake of your family, after all!\n\nSo, let's see... probably one of the reasons you've never been that into masturbating is that you're kind of... not that good at it. At least as far as doing it on yourself goes. You just never seemed to develop the knack, probably in part due to a lack of practice, it always felt so embarrassing when you were young and your parents were fairly strict and prudish. But you're an adult now, you remind yourself, and a widow, so obviously if you want orgasms (and it's clear you need orgasms because hoo boy were you thinking some <i>really fucking naughty</i> stuff a few minutes ago) you have to take charge and get them for yourself!\n\n... But how? Okay, well, obviously there's sex toys. You... don't have any. Not even a vibrator. Which you feel like is weird for a woman somehow, TV and movies always make women owning sex toys seem so casual and normal. Ordering online would probably take too long, so... you'd just have to look up a local sex shop you guess! And hope that no one you know sees you going in.\n\nThough you suppose theoretically you might actually own some sex toys and just not know it. Your late husband was a very... prolific and wide-ranging inventor who tended to whip up pretty much whatever popped into his head. You wouldn't have put it past him to have come up with several sex toys and just never have mentioned it to you, since you never showed any interest in that kind of thing. ... Actually, come to that, you do know he built a number of robots or androids or whatever too. You've never really messed with them, but if any of them are... equipped... then you guess that would probably work too.\n\nAnd, well. There's always the possibility of just... finding an actual human partner. Maybe it's time you started dating again after all! ... Or even considered something that you've always been far too much of a good girl to do before: a casual hookup. After all, it is the 21st century, you are an adult, it's not like you think it would shame your family name for ten generations just to... what is it they say nowadays, 'swipe right'? \n\n<hr>\n[[Go to an adult store.|Marei15x2]]\n\n[[Rummage through your husband's inventions.|Marei]]\n\n[[Check the androids.|MareiBots1x1]]\n\n[[Look into a hookup.|Marei17x1]]

"Obviously," he answers in a mildly dismissive tone, clearly far more interested in your game console than you.\n\n"... So. Uh." You blink a few times. "You're... ... you're not just a cat."\n\n"Of course I'm a cat, I'm just a cat that can change into a catboy," he answers in the same offhanded tone, the faintest furrow coming to his brow as his tapping on the buttons briefly intensifies. \n\n"... Right. Okay." You take a deep breath, rubbing both hands on your face, then doing your best to keep calm as you move over to sit down on the side of the bed. "... I'm guessing that means Andy was like a witch, right?"\n\n"Mhmmmm."\n\n"Aaaand you like to wear cute girly clothes and use people stuff which is why your bag is full of them instead of typical cat toys and food."\n\n"Obviously."\n\n"Uh-huh." You stare at this pretty, sexy beast who's claimed your bed and your Switch as his own, then glance at the mess on your floor before looking back at him. "So if you've got your own clothes why did you toss my wardrobe?"\n\nAt that Puck heaves a gusty sigh, actually deigning to look away from the screen and at you for a second. "It's clear you don't understand cats at all," he informs you haughtily, before returning to his playing. \n\nYou rub your face again. This is the sweet kitty that you brought home with you? ... Well Andy did say he was quite a charmer <i>when he wanted to be</i>, you guess now that he's officially been introduced into the household he doesn't feel the need to ingratiate himself too much more. Your brain's still spinning from finding out that apparently magic is real, let alone how you're supposed to deal with this... this... pretty little jerk!\n\n"Aaaa, bored now," Puck suddenly declares, giving the Switch a negligent toss to the side.\n\n"GYAH!" Not quite making a dive but at least lurching to catch it, you manage to snag the device out of the air. "Why you little-!" You never get to finish your Homerism, however, as when you start to overbalance and topple forward, an arm snakes around your middle and pulls you back, toppling you onto your back on the bed with the Switch held up like Link displaying a new item. Then your face goes red as you very suddenly have a cute panty-clad catboy settled on top of you.\n\n"Now now, let's not get fussy," he coos, smiling... well, kittenishly... down at you as he runs his fingertips gently along your cheek. "You said you'd play with me and tire me out, right? Hm? C'mon, let's play, then," he says, voice shifting slightly into a distinctly purr-like register as he wiggles on top of you, tail lashing above.\n\n<hr>\n[["... Yeah okay."|GGPuck]]\n\n[["N-no!"|GGPuck]]\n\n[[Assert dominance.|GGPuck]]

Hey, why not? He looks hot, he looks nice, he's got a great-seeming dog, what if just looking means you miss the opportunity of a lifetime? (And loaded. Don't forget the money. You're supposed to pretend the money doesn't actually matter but let's not forget it entirely.) You set off after him, catching up as he stops off at a rest station to water both himself and his pooch. "Hey there," you say by way of greeting, giving him a smile.\n\n"Hey." He flashes you back a rather winning grin of his own, then glances around. "Looking for your dog?"\n\n"Don't have one, I guess I came to enjoy them vicariously," you admit, shrugging and spreading your hands, still smiling.\n\n"Well you're in luck there, because Cam here really enjoys being enjoyed vicariously," the guy says with a laugh, gesturing to the German Shepherd who's now sitting and looking up at you, tongue lolled out and a doggy grin on his face.\n\n"Hiiiii Cam," you coo, kneeling down and starting to rub the dog's head and neck, his tail starting to wag excitedly. You glance up at his owner and grin again. "Cyan."\n\n"Matthew."\n\nAnd that was your meet-cute with your new boyfriend. Matthew turns out to be an amazing guy, funny, sweet, kind, thoughtful, very into games if not quite as into it as you. And though we're still pretending that it doesn't matter, yes, he is in fact rich, both from his family and on his own account. Turns out his father founded a large, popular online shopping site and still owns quite a number of shares, while he himself took to programming. He even graduated both high school and college early, and at the age of only twenty has his own "web solutions" company, which is business speak for him dragging companies out of web 1.0 or 2.0 and into the 21st century. Not that it <i>matters</i>, hahaha.\n\nYour father is, of course, very Not Happy with you both dating, and dating a twenty-year-old, but Matthew is actually able to win him over. (Your mother gets won over rather more easily, having far less of a problem with it from the start.) Of course it probably helps that he puts them in touch with his company's HR department and they both wind up getting taken on as freelancers. Not that he told HR to, which he's very clear about, they just need more people with art design and photography skills, and your parents both fit the bill and are rather happy with their larger-than-usual checks from it. But he's personable enough that soon enough some of your dates with him are being coopted into family dinner nights. Your friends like him too, along with a mingling of resentment at him now taking up most of your time and jealousy at the fact that you've pretty much outdone them all in the SO department. (Not that such things <i>matter</i>, right?) Plus Cam is just, like, the best dog ever. He's every bit as sweet, charming, and thoughtful as his master, going with you on a number of your dates even. He seems to adore you as much as Matthew does, often beating your boyfriend to the door to greet you when you come over, wanting some of that sweet headrub action.\n\nBut you're happy with Matthew over the next year. In fact, very happy. You're kind of starting to think of a future where you're Mrs. Web Solutions. There's just one problem.\n\n"Oh come <i>on</i> Matt!" you groan, throwing your arms up in the air before leaning back against the arm of the couch, putting your hands over your face. "I'm seventeen! Forget the Romeo & Juliet laws, I'm actually <i>completely</i> legal now in this state!"\n\n"Look, I just... my personal feelings on purity and waiting for marriage aside, which I've already made clear, I've seen too many people brought down over that sort of thing, okay?" he says with a sigh. "I would rather us wait until we're married to give ourselves to each other. And I know what the law says, but people are still pretty hung up on a hard eighteen, maybe even more with an age gap."\n\n"It's four years! Our age gap isn't even long enough for a car lease to be up!" you complain back. That's the problem. Matthew won't put out. In fact your relationship has been <i>remarkably</i> chaste this entire time, with him reluctant to even hug or kiss in public. You really like him and you're <i>really</i> attracted to him, and let's face it, you're horny as hell. But no matter how you argue, or entice, or encourage, he's stood firm on not doing anything sexual until you're eighteen, possibly not even until the two of you are married. "Isn't this situation reversed?" you mutter, rubbing at your face with both hands.\n\n"Huh?"\n\n"Nothing, nothing." You flap a hand in the air and sit up, scooting around to sit semi-properly on the couch again. "I guess at least summer is pretty much here. Hey, I guess it'll officially be the first anniversary of when we met in not too long, huh?"\n\nMatthew winces visibly. "Yeaaaah I was about to tell you. Unfortunately I'm gonna be gone for most of the summer."\n\n"What?"\n\n"Yeah, we've landed a really huge Japanese company that's splitting off from its parent and wants to completely reinvent its web presence. It's gonna be at least two months, starting soon, I'm really sorry honey." He rubs the back of his neck, then smiles. "Still, we can video chat all the time, and even game, it's not like I'm going somewhere without internet. And I'll bring you back a ton of souvenirs, anything you want!" He laughs a bit at the way you can't quite help the sparkle in your eyes at that, then continues. "Although I kind of wanted to ask you, since I have to do this, would you consider staying over here while I'm gone, to take care of Cam and keep him company? I'd usually put him in a kennel if I was going to be gone more than a few days, but I know he'd be happier with you instead."\n\nYou raise an eyebrow. "I dunno, Matt, I mean my parents adore you and all, but if I tell them I'm gonna be spending two months at my boyfriend's house, they might not 100% believe you left the country. I might be able to swing keeping him at my place, though."\n\n"That's the thing, your parents are coming along with me. Their submissions for this project's concept were rated the best, so they're gonna be overseas with me the entire time. I already okayed this plan with them at the office today before we came over. I mean, you can still take Cam over to your place if you'd rather stay there, but all his stuff is here, and you can use all my stuff here, so." He holds up his hands. "Look, no pressure, I mean, I don't wanna force you to do anything. Just, I really have to oversee this job personally, this is a huge deal for the company, plus I'll have a lot of time to work on your parents some more, y'know?" He actually looks a little bashful as he says, "Maybe feel out what they'd think of becoming my in-laws?"\n\nYou hesitate a little. Put like that, well...\n\n<hr>\n[[Yes, you'll do it.|GGDog13x2]]\n\n[[No, you want to go to Japan.|GGDog]]\n\n[[No, you don't want to do it at all.|GGDog]]

You worry your lower lip a bit, staring at that big, throbbing, and decidedly inhuman cock... but also decidedly there and ready to go. You take a quick glance around the bedroom, as if just to assure yourself you really are alone and there's nobody else to see you even think about this. But no, there's no one... your boyfriend and parents are, by now, well on their way to Japan, so it's not like anyone could walk in on you. Matthew values his privacy so you know there are no cameras and that no cleaning staff or anything come over without being called first, and there's no way for anyone to see in from outside. So it's not like anyone would ever <i>know</i>, your brain insists. Call it a crazy whim, call it an intense curiosity and desire to experiment, call it temporary insanity from being horny for an entire year and then abandoned right before your anniversary. ... Call it what you want, it's obvious at this point that you're doing this.\n\nDropping the bikini top, you instead crawl up onto the bed on all fours, looking over at Cam and then giving your bare ass a shake. "Hey. Hey, Cam, c'mere boy, c'mon." His head tilts a bit, and you suspect he normally isn't allowed on the bed... you also suspect that Matthew brings him up there anyway occasionally from the way that it's only a brief hesitation before he jumps up with you. His tail's wagging as he moves up behind you, and it's pretty much confirmed that he was drawn to your scent as he leans in and starts sniffing at your bare, slick pussy, making you blush even brighter than you already were at contemplating this. The sudden flick of his broad tongue at first startles you more than anything else, making you jump a bit in place, then shiver as he starts lapping at you quickly, tongue practically covering your entire pussy with every lick, pressing up between your pussylips, regularly flicking over your pucker.\n\nA silly grin curls your lips even as you bite the lower one again, eyes closing. You have to admit, whatever else happens, this particular part was a good idea, or at least it seems like it every time a little flash of pleasure flickers through you at Cam's tongue slipping over your asshole. You start letting your hips twitch and roll in time with his motions, instinctively trying to get at the best spots... but the motion apparently inspires another thought in the horny canine. You give a little yelp of surprise as he's suddenly leaping forward onto your back, forelegs hugging around your middle as his hips thrust and wiggle, the tip of that large cock poking at you as he tries to find your entrance. Just as you're waffling between reaching back and helping him or maybe just calling the whole thing off instead, he finds his mark and thrusts forward, that long, red rocket sliding deep inside you, the bit of a bulge in the middle hitting all the right spots.\n\n"Ohhhhhh fffffffffffUCK," you groan, your eyes rolling as your boyfriend's best friend and pet starts pounding away at you, slamming that hard canine cock into your very wet, very eager pussy over and over, his breath hot on your ear as he pants, tongue brushing your shoulder, then flicking over your ear as he licks at you affectionately, even as he's trying his best to fuck your brains out. And doing a pretty good job of it, too, your mind steadily fogging over with the pure pleasure of just being <i>fucked</i>, by a male who just wants to <i>fuck</i>, who wants to satisfy your needy cunt with a big fat cock. Some part of you can't help but think that maybe Cam's been pent up for the last year too, and maybe he's finally getting what he wants even as he makes you cum for the first time, your body shuddering and your pussy clenching around the thick dog dick slamming away at it.\n\nSome part of you also wants to feel guilty for not only fucking a dog, but fucking your boyfriend's dog, and in your boyfriend's bed. Except in your current state of mind all that does is feed back into how deliciously wicked and lewd and so finally fucking satisfying it is. You let your own tongue loll out as you start fucking back against Cam's thrusts, pumping yourself back against him and feeling his fur rubbing along your back and ass as you do. You can feel something slapping against the entrance of your pussy, growing thicker and harder with every impact, and despite your previously virginal tightness you're by now so wet and eager that when Cam finally puts a bit of extra oomph into one of his own thrusts, his knot is stuffed inside you rather easily, almost immediately starting to swell and lock in. Your eyes roll up almost completely, your whole body shuddering hard and constantly as you have the most intense orgasm of your life at the feeling of that fat canine cock swelling larger and gushing animal jizz deep inside you.\n\nCam gives your ear and neck a few more affectionate licks, before he wiggles around and manages to twist to face away, his wagging tail swishing over your ass as he officially makes you his bitch. Your arms lose their remaining strength and you slump down to rest your head on the pillow, twitching and moaning as your boyfriend's pet just keeps pouring more and more hot canine cum into your quivering cunt.\n\nIt takes quite awhile for his knot to shrink, but eventually Cam wiggles forward and his cock pops out, dropping down from your sex with a small shower of dog jizz onto the sheets. Still moaning softly, you slip a hand between your legs, sliding fingers into your gaping, messy pussy to stroke and feel it out now that it's been thoroughly doggy-dicked. Yeah, there's no helping it. You have to admit that you're...\n\n<hr>\n[[... addicted to dog cock.|GGDog13x4]]\n\n[[... a complete pervert.|GGDog]]\n\n[[... in love with Cam.|GGDog]]

"I mean... I'm kind of ticked at you ditching me for two months where I've got nothing but free time, and which includes our anniversary," you say after a moment, then heave a sigh. "But since I don't want to be a baby about it, and I sure don't want Cam all lonely in some kennel or something, of course I'll do it."\n\n"Thank you, baby, I love you," Matthew murmurs as he leans over to kiss your cheek, smiling. Even Cam is wagging his tail, apparently sensing that there's been something positive for him decided. "And I promise, I'll make it up to you! When I get back, I'll do something amazing for you, I promise!"\n\n'I hope it involves a thorough dicking-down,' you can't help but think with a mental roll of the eyes, nevertheless smiling and turning to peck him on the lips anyway. Oh well, other than the lack of sex and the occasional absences he is pretty much <i>the</i> perfect boyfriend. It's hardly unfair for you to make a few sacrifices in the name of such a good relationship.\n\nAnd so eventually summer vacation arrives, and with it your boyfriend and parents departing for The Promised Land. Before he goes, Matt hands you a packet. "Here. All the contact info you might need, some various other legal documents, and a credit card. It's in my name but I put you on as a signatory, you shouldn't have any problems using it for whatever you need. Just don't go entirely nuts, huh?" He chuckles and gives you another kiss on the cheek, before kneeling down to pet and rub Cam. "Heeey who's my bestest buddy? After Cyan?" he adds with a tease, shooting you a glance as you smile tolerantly at him. "You be good for her now, okay Cam? Yeah? Yeah?" He kisses the dog on the nose, hugs you again, and then he's off.\n\n"Hm. So much for hoping that I could get him to give it up for our anniversary," you tell Cam with a sigh after you've finished waving to the retreating car, the dog wagging his tail lightly and tilting his head as you talk to him. "So instead here I am, in his big house, with his friendly dog, and a virtually unlimited charge card that he's going to pay for, and I didn't even have to fuck him." You rest your hands on your hips, then look at Cam and hold up a finger. "There are some girls that would think this is the perfect relationship, you know."\n\n"Boof?" Cam replies, tilting his head the other way.\n\n"Yeah, they're definitely idiots, I agree. C'mon let's play some games."\n\nYou head into the main media room to play games on the big screen for awhile, Cam dutifully following after and flopping down to rest beside you where he can occasionally receive (or pester you for) pats and earscritches as you play. While normally Matthew's amazing gaming setup is more than enough to make you thrilled, at the moment it just reminds you that it's the first day of summer vacation and he's not here playing it with you. Every time a loading screen comes on just gives you more time to think about how you're finally staying over in his house, but he's not in it. Sighing during a particularly long transition, you sit back and let your head sag against the couch, eyes closing as you run a hand along your inner thigh. 'Maybe I should have gone to Japan with him,' you think, continuing to lightly rub your thigh, then grinning a little, hand wandering a bit closer to your crotch. 'Tell him going to a love hotel was definitely a tourist must, maybe put on a seifuku, see if he could resist that... actually that sounds fun even when he gets back,' you think with a giggle, indulging in actually rubbing yourself a bit through your jeans as you imagine Matthew giving you a good, hard fucking from behind with you wearing (part of) a Japanese schoolgirl uniform. ... Actually maybe he could be wearing one too, that would be-\n\nYou jump a bit at a sudden pressure on your knee, bolting upright and clearly startling Cam, who'd rested his muzzle on your knee in obvious hopes for more petting. Laughing a little breathlessly in relief, you rub between his ears. "You know what, maybe I need to cool down. A swim sounds fun, huh?"\n\nStanding up, you head up the stairs to the master bedroom, where you've already put your luggage. (You didn't pack a ton of stuff, since you can always either take a quick trip back home for whatever you need, or call up Matthew's cleaning service to have your laundry done.) Unzipping the bag, you dig out your new bikini... nothing particularly fancy, and black of course, but you have grown a fair bit over the last year, starting to really come into the same hippy, busty look your mother has, while still retaining a bit of youthful sleekness to your overall build. You undo your jeans and shove them and your panties down, stepping out of them along with your socks and tossing them negligently aside (and noticing in the process that the crotch of the panties is a bit dark), then pulling your shirt up and off, your now CC-cup boobs dropping free and wobbling a little as you toss the shirt off as well. You pick up the bikini top, turning it back and forth a bit as you figure out which side is out and which is in. Hm, does it even matter on this one...?\n\nYou blink a little at the sound of panting, and turn your head, realizing Cam followed you into the bedroom. You had, of course, closed the door by reflex when you came in to change, but you hadn't been paying attention to what Cam was doing to check whether he was in or out when you did. He's watching you, as he often does with his tongue lolled out a bit. But there's something... not quite usual. That being the large, glistening red cock that's slipped out of his sheath and is jutting up at an angle. Perhaps he's just reacting to the scent of your own arousal, or he's excited at things being different than usual, but whatever it is he seems to be at full mast, and you're left staring at it for a moment, trying to process the image.\n\n<hr>\n[[... Ahem. Nevermind.|GGDog]]\n\n[[... Okay, that's it, this dog's going to a kennel.|GGDog]]\n\n[[... hmmmmmmm...|GGDog13x3]]

"No you don't, I must be mistaken," you agree, realizing you don't even really remember what you were mistaken about. Oh well, must not have been important.\n\n"Don't give it a second thought, dear," Aunt Emma replies easily, as if quite sure you won't. "Well, have you eaten? Ah, what am I saying, I'll have to go shopping as soon as possible, no doubt. In any event, I'm sorry Molly was so wrapped up on your first day here, but she's generally a good child, I'm sure she had a reason. Now, if you'll excuse me," she continues, turning to start heading up the stairs. "I've had a rather long day, I believe I'm going to shower and go to bed."\n\nYou watch the tall, pretty woman go, your gaze following her until she's out of sight up the stairs, then frown once she's out of sight. Why were you staring at her like that? That's... odd. Maybe you're tired too. You did have to go through airport security and a flight, which is a near-exhausting experience for pretty much everyone. Probably be best for you to turn in, too.\n\n<hr>\n[[Go to bed.|FemPalladium3x4]]\n\n[[Or you could take a shower. Shower sounds good. Shower sounds nice. Showers are fantastic.|FemPalladium]]

Well, at this point you've built up a decent amount of couch momentum. Or... anti-momentum, or whatever, you may have been paying less than full attention in science class this year when they covered basic laws of physics. So you change channels and continue to couch potato away your first day in the big city.\n\nThe sky is fairly black outside when there's a jingle of keys and the front door opens. You hop up and dust yourself off, heading towards the entryway, wondering if Molly is finally back. Instead of your slight little friend you find a tall, elegant-looking woman in a white business suit, her hair long and blonde, her eyes a striking blue. She looks at you as she sets down her briefcase, not seeming overly perturbed to see a strange teenager in her home. "Ah, you must be Samantha. Molly told me you'd be arriving today, I'm her aunt."\n\n"Yeah, Aunt Emma, I heard. Nice to meet you." You try to do a subtle rub of your hand against your hip to make sure there's no chip oil on it before offering it. "Thanks for having me."\n\n"Certainly, you're welcome. Where <i>is</i> Molly?" she asks, glancing up the stairs as if listening for clues.\n\n"She had to run out, she said something came up, I don't know." You shrug a little, then tilt your head. "Hey. I think I may have seen you on television or something. You look a little familiar."\n\nShe raises one perfect, slender blonde eyebrow. "No, I don't, you must be mistaken."\n\n<hr>\n[[No, she doesn't, you must be mistaken.|FemPalladium3x3]]

You consider wandering around the city on your own, then shrug. You won't know any particularly good places to go, and besides, you came here to have fun with your friend. Best to wait for her to get back. You wander through the house for a little while, then finally settle for flopping down on the couch to watch TV.\n\nAs you flip through the channels, you notice some local reports talking about stuff that sounds straight out of comic books. You're starting to wonder if there might be something to this, or if Palladium City is just really dedicated to its kayfabe. Either way you settle on more mundane fare for movie watching, occasionally wandering into the kitchen to scrounge up snacks. \n\nThe sky outside the windows is starting to darken when your phone buzzes and tones, announcing a new text message. You see it's from Molly and unlock the screen. 'I am so totes sorry btu this is gunna take while longr. :((((( 3 hrs at lest. srry.'\n\nSighing, you shift around on the couch to slide the phone back into your pocket. Damn, the whole day's looking to go down the tubes, at this point.\n\n<hr>\n[[Stay in.|FemPalladium3x2]]\n\n[[Go out.|FemPalladium]]

You snort a little as you approach the bed, looking at the small mountain of plush toys piled up at the head of it. This is either a very gay female mage or a very immature male one. You eye the stack, picking out a number of different animals. Well, they do all seem well made... maybe at the least they could fetch a silver or so apiece, though you might actually feel vaguely bad about selling them. You picture a grown man crying in the background while you hand over one of his beloved stuffed animals to some shopkeep, and simultaneously cringe and feel a little guilty. Yeah, maybe it's not worth it.\n\nStill, a lot of the little buggers are pretty cute. Maybe he made them himself and it's just a hobby? That'd make you feel a little better. Actually, looking at them, you feel your fingers almost twitch with the desire to pick one up and play with it a bit. It's not like you hate stuffed toys, after all... in fact, you probably like them a bit more than a teenager should, which is why most of yours are in the closet, save for a select few video game related ones. Maybe just a quick snuggle of one wouldn't hurt.\n\nThen you catch yourself yawning, reflexively raising a hand to cover your mouth. Ah, geez... maybe it's just the bed looking really comfy, but suddenly you feel exhausted. Admittedly, as kind of Ulf as it was to share his bedroll, it's small, not very luxurious, and laid on the ground, so you can't claim to have slept all that great since you started your adventure. Maybe just a quick little nap would perk you right up.\n\nOr a plushie snuggle. That might perk you up too.\n\n<hr>\n[[Pet a wolf plush.|GGRoguePlaceholder]]\n\n[[Squeeze a dragon plush.|GGRoguePlaceholder]]\n\n[["Zugzug" at an orc plush.|GGRoguePlaceholder]]\n\n[[Ruffle a lion plush.|GGRoguePlaceholder]]\n\n[[Adopt a bear plush.|GGRoguePlaceholder]]\n\n[[Flop and take a nap.|GGRoguePlaceholder]]

It's not like the tendrils feel bad or anything... actually, pretty good, even if it's a little ticklish. "Sure, alright," you allow, grinning.\n\n"Thanks, Sam. I just kinda... mmmf," Molly murmurs, leaning up again to kiss and suckle at your throat. As she does, the black ooze reappears, sliding over her skin again and sheathing her body, though again not hiding a bit of the shape of it, her pert little ass still shown off despite now being glossy black. You gasp a little as her body wriggles atop yours... and every part of where she's touching you seems to be stroking your skin, caressing you with her own touch, even as her actual hands move up to slide along your arms and entwine her fingers with yours, pressing them to the bed above your head. With every little arch of her back and roll of her body, it's like you're being caressed and stroked by a lover's tender, yearning hands, brushing and gently tweaking your nipples, rubbing your belly. You can even feel it rubbing your hips and thighs as the stuff spreads from Molly's body across yours a bit.\n\n"S-Sam," Molly moans against your throat, tilting her head to lick at the underside of your chin. "I can... feel you... n-not just like when I touch you... I can feel your skin so clearly... I can feel your heartbeat... I can feel it like I'm touching you everywhere, tasting you everywhere..."\n\n"Yeah, that's what it feels like to me too," you murmur back, squeezing her hands and gasping a little as you arch your hips some. "Like... your tongue and fingers are all over me at once..."\n\n"Oh fuck, it's driving me crazy," Molly groans, the profanity sounding both hilarious and arousing in her sweet voice. She begins rocking herself against you, writhing her body against yours in a gentle rhythm to match her panted breath.\n\nYou're so overcome by the strange but sensual feeling of Molly seeming to make love to the entire front of your body at once that you barely even notice that there's something pressing against your opening until suddenly it's slipping inside you. You gasp, hips jerking, but whatever it is, it's delivering that same tender, adoring stroke-licking to your pussylips and the inner walls of your sex now, and you can barely muffle a cry as you cum. If Molly even realizes what she's doing, she doesn't say, instead continuing to suckle at your throat and moan lowly as she pumps her hips, really, actually fucking you now as well as making love to you, the long shaft apparently jutting from her crotch pushing deeper and deeper into you with every rock of her hips. Rather than protest, you wrap your legs around her, hooking your feet over her slender calves, feeling even more of the bonded suit's substance stroke and caress you as she fucks you with it. You squeeze your legs, actually encouraging her to thrust deeper into you, eager to feel that caress deeper and deeper inside you.\n\nFinally Molly shudders, giving a soft mewl that almost sounds like it carries some deeper resonant sound in it, thrusting her hips forward hard. You arch your back hard as you feel something bulge at the base of her shaft, spreading your pussylips wide as it presses inside, then letting them close around it. That bulge just slides deeper and deeper inside you, the orgasms it causes making your pussy spasm and help draw it deeper inside. You can feel some inner wall being pushed open as well, something like a mix of pleasure and pain making you briefly white out. When you come back to yourself, you're laying beneath a gasping, panting Molly, your body trembling and skin coated with sweat, most of her own skin glistening, save for a glossy black streak running down her back. A shift of your hips finds that she's no longer inside you, letting you finally calm down enough to think straight.\n\n"O-oh... oh wow," Molly groans, eyes closed and a look of exhausted satisfaction on her face... before her eyes pop open and worry replaces it. "Oh... oh, geez, Sam, I... I didn't know that was gonna happen," she murmurs, propping herself up and looking down at you, a hand briefly covering her mouth. "I just... I started acting on instinct, or maybe its instinct, and then it felt so good and I wasn't thinking and... a-are you okay?!"\n\n<hr>\n[[It's all good.|FemPalladium3x8]]\n\n[[That was too freaky.|FemPalladium]]

Figuring there's likely to be a good game of lasertag afoot somewhere in that section, you follow the path towards Survivalland. Soon you notice lots of buildings with front facades done up in various styles, with nice big letters over the entrance announcing their purpose. You notice a woman in a blue top and black miniskirt, a white shirt tied around her waist with a (what you assume is fake) gun stuffed in it, and heavy-duty boots on her feet. She's passing out fliers to mostly distracted tourists.\n\n"Hey, 'Jill Valentine', right?" you ask in an amused tone as you walk over.\n\n"That's me," she answers with a grin, handing you one of the glossy fliers. "Interested in a bit of action?"\n\nChoosing not to take that wrong, you glance at the flier before looking around. "Yeah, so what all is there?"\n\n"Well, there's a lot of great attractions, but there's a handful of my favorites really close by. Obviously I've got to suggest <b>[[Starving Corpses|StarvCorpStart]]</b>," she begins, pointing over towards a nearby building done up like a battered shopping mall front. "You can fight against multiple kinds of zombies and mutants as you do your best to save your brains, and the rest of you too!"\n\n"And then there's more supernaturally-oriented fare, like <b>[[Hell Rising|HellRiseStart]]</b>," she continues, gesturing to a red and black mansion-style facade building. "Someone's done a ritual that will flood the world with demons and all sorts of other nasty things from down below, and it's up to you to seal the portal before the big boss comes through and ends the world!"\n\n"On the other end of that is science run amok, in <b>[[Isla Sauria|SauriaStart]]</b>," 'Jill' adds, gesturing to a building done up in giant fake bones and a large red and black logo with what looks like a velociraptor skeleton in mid-leap on it. "You'll play a mercenary sent in to rescue scientists and civilians on an island paradise... populated with bioengineered dinosaurs that have escaped their enclosures!"\n\n"We now also have a brand new [[Pokemon Gym|PokeSamStart]]! It may not seem very 'survival-y', but hey, it involves traipsing all around trying to win fights, we figured it was close enough," she says with a grin. \n\n"And the last of my personal suggestions, there's <b>[[Specter Sweepers|SSweepStart]]</b>," the mascot finishes, pointing to a building with a firehouse facade on the front. "You'll take on the role of a professional non-corporeal entity removal specialist, armed with special weapons for taking out poltergeists and other haunts!" She grins. "So, what do you think you'd be interested in...?"

Molly slips up to her feet agilely and reaches over to turn on the lamp on her bedside table. You can see now that she's covered neck-to-toe in something faintly shiny and black, like a skintight bodysuit. Literally skintight, you note, able to make out the slight curves of her labia and hood, and the bumps of her nipples. It's not like a layer of paint but it might be like a layer of latex. There's still little bits of it crawling up the sides of her neck from where it retracted to leave her short hair rumpled more than usual and her cute face visible. There's a squared-off red hourglass shape on her chest right between her practically nonexistent breasts.\n\n"Sorry, guess I didn't realize that you might take my bed. Especially since I ditched you." She rubs the back of her head sheepishly. "Sorry." When you just stare at her, she sighs. "Okay, yeah, I'm a superhero."\n\n"You're... seriously?"\n\n"Well it would be hard for me to demonstrate much of it right now without alerting Aunt Emma again, but yeah. See, this suit's not really a suit, it... well, it's alive." She brushes a hand over her hip, and you think you see part of the surface of the black writhe just a little.\n\n"... What, it's some sort of... alien or something?"\n\n"Nuh-uh. I mean I thought something like that too, but it explained... okay it didn't really explain, it doesn't communicate like that... but it got me to understand that it's from Earth too. Apparently these things were a lot more common a long time ago, but then the environment changed, I think because of the ice age, and most of them died. This one went into a kinda suspended animation though, until I literally stumbled on it one spring out on the beach."\n\n"So you... you ditched me today to... go fight supervillains?" you ask, a little numb.\n\n"I didn't <i>ditch</i> you! ... But okay yeah, that's why I ditched you. Sorry, Model Kit was making a whole bunch of trouble, every costume in the city was running around like crazy trying to get it all handled. I'm really tired."\n\n"... Okay then." You nod slowly again. "Two more questions, then... first, what's with the logo?"\n\n"Huh?" Molly glances down, raising her fingertips to her chest. "Oh, that. Yeah, it likes spiders for some reason, not sure why, it just put that there on its own. But I got the superhero name 'Widow', that's cool, huh? Anyhow, what's the other?"\n\n"Is your aunt correct in what she thought just now?" you ask dryly. The answer is immediately obvious from the way her freckled cheeks almost glow pink.\n\n<br>\n[[Kiss her.|FemPalladium3x6]]\n\n[[Let her down easy.|FemPalladium]]

Shaking your head a little as if trying to clear it of cobwebs, you huff as a brief obsession with showers flits across your mind. Yeah, you're definitely tired. Making a mental note to give Molly an earful in the morning, you head upstairs to her room. Changing into the jogging pants and tanktop you use for sleepwear, you spend a moment considering the rolled-up blankets and pillows set out nearby. Snorting, you decide that Molly can sleep on the floor or couch or whatever, since she had more important things to do today. Sure, you might feel bad later if you find out it really <i>was</i> important, but for now you're taking her bed.\n\nLate in the night you wake up to the sound of the window opening. Sleep is still fogging your brain when you feel a foot get planted firmly on your side, the intruder stumbling in surprise. You yelp a bit yourself at being trod on, then whirl and grab for the dark form looming over the bed, rolling out of bed as you wrestle with it furtively, both of you thudding heavily to the floor. You manage to roll on top of the intruder, your eyes widening as you see a black mask with huge white lenses that shine faintly in the darkness. You start to open your mouth to call for help, only for a hand to clap across your lips.\n\n"It's me!" Molly's voice hisses. "Calm down!" Shocked into stillness, you can feel the slender form under you go rigid as well as there are footsteps outside and the hall light clicks on.\n\n"Is everything alright in there?" Aunt Emma's voice calls.\n\nThe black mask peels back from Molly's head all on its own, leaving your friend to glance at the door. "Everything's fine! I, uh..." She looks at you, then calls, "I fell out of bed and landed on Sam!" She gives you a sheepish grimace of apology.\n\n"Yes, well, try to land on Sam a little more softly next time, some of us have work in the morning," comes the dry reply, the light under the door disappearing.\n\n"Well, great, now she thinks we're lesbians," Molly mutters, letting her black-clad hand drop away from your mouth.\n\n"Forget lesbians, what <i>are</i> you?" you hiss back a bit angrily.\n\n"Well I'll tell you if you let me up!"\n\nEyeing her dubiously, you nod slowly and roll off of her, shifting to sit on the floor and lean back against the bed.\n\n<hr>\n[[Continue.|FemPalladium3x5]]

You don't have a plan, or any idea of what you could actually do, but you're already on your feet and heading for the door, only knowing that the girl you love is in trouble and you have to help her.\n\nYou lurch and give a cry as there's suddenly a roiling pressure in your gut, making you stagger and lean a hand on the wall, your other pressing to your belly. Not knowing what's happening, or caring, you start to step forward again, intent on saving Molly, only for the pressure to come again, this time bringing with it such a wildly out of place wave of pleasure that it almost makes you lose connection with reality. Your next staggering step has you collapsing to your knees as your pussy becomes soppingly, almost gushingly wet, the wells of your sex twitching and spasming as you brace yourself on knees and one hand, the other still pressed against the wall. You can feel something like a slightly yielding solid inside you pressing out, actually starting to slide downward from inside you, spreading you open as it goes.\n\nIt almost feels like giving birth... no, you're laying an egg, your fevered mind realizes, the thing inside you too smooth and round to be anything else. There's some pain, but it's buried beneath the waves of pleasure as whatever it is keeps sliding down. Acting as if on instinct, you reach down and fumble at your jeans, enough that you can shove them and your panties down around your knees, baring your pussy as splashes of girlcum gush down from it. Your eyes roll up in your head as you can feel your outer lips starting to spread open around the football-sized ovoid, your hips bucking and ass shaking in the air as it pushes further and further out of you. Finally the waves of orgasms taper off as it drops free, leaving you panting and shuddering, your head dropping to watch as the smooth, perfect, glossy black oval drops to rest in the soaked crotch of your panties and jeans. But almost instantly it starts spreading out, loosing its shape as it melts into black goo that stretches out, pseudopods of it flinging up to grab your wet inner thighs and starting to spread across your body from there. Your eyes widen as you realize what must be happening, but it's happening too fast for you to make a decision on whether you really want it or not.\n\nIt spreads over your ass and sex, conforming to the shape of them perfectly, only the flat black color of it helping hide the details. As it slides up your belly it subsumes your shirt, plastering it against your stomach and then your breasts, your nipples outlined clearly through the black layer of stuff. You feel... you feel another presence, another awareness at the edge of your thoughts as it slides up your neck, tendrils edging across your jaw and cheeks, covering over your hair. As it starts to cover your eyes, you can't help but look back towards the TV screen, and watch as one of the armored men does a flyby, punching Widow in the jaw. The thought you have at the sight is echoed by the other, not in words, but in depth of feeling.\n\n<hr>\n[["I have to help her!"|FemPalladium]]\n\n[["If they've hurt her, I'm going to kill them."|FemPalladium]]

"I'm fine," you assure her, grinning as you lean in to peck her on the lips. "I've... really got no complaints, that was weird and unexpected, but... wow."\n\n"You're sure?" Molly frets a bit more, before squeaking and blushing as you kiss her on the nose. "Yeah, okay, I guess you're sure."\n\nOver the next few weeks you and Molly have quite a bit of fun... both in the standard fun of watching movies, playing games, and going sightseeing around the city, as well as the sort of fun the two of you often have when her aunt's not home. Or when no one's watching. And once, when the two of you are almost randomly overcome, rushing into a stall in a public restroom and sliding your a hand down the front of each others' pants, moaning into one another's mouths as you finger-fuck each other to multiple rather messy orgasms that necessitate a calm, collected, and fast return back to her place before your soaked panties make it all the way through to your jeans. You're actually surprised sometimes by the intensity of your attraction to her... you already thought she was cute, and sex was definitely great with her, but there are times where you'll look at her and it will suddenly be all you can do to not tackle her and ride her face right there in the middle of the arcade, or pizza parlor, or sidewalk.\n\nActually a lot of fantasies don't involve just riding her face. Her 'friend' comes out to play whenever the two of you are alone and in private, and while you never exactly expected a lesbian relationship to involve you being bent over the couch and railed by a long, warm, throbbing pole, you find you have few complaints. In fact you can't really get it out of your head entirely at any point... you find yourself dreaming of Molly clad in black, though weirdly sometimes you're not sure it's Molly... you see her swinging around like she's demonstrated for you a few times, but it's not in the city, it's somewhere darker, wilder, hotter, and you wake up sweating and rolling over in bed, kissing her needfully and begging her to fuck you. \n\nOf course, often your fun times, either at home or out in public, are interrupted. You just sort of have to get used to hearing alarm bells and getting a hurried peck on the cheek from Molly as she ducks into an alley, black goo already starting to slide over her skin and clothes, or her having to pull away and run out the door with a blurted "Sorrygottagoloveyou!" at some news report. Oh well. You guess that comes with the territory of dating a superhero. In fact, today seems to have brought that up, as in the middle of laying on top of her on the couch, kissing her over and over (and maybe doing a light suck on her tongue here and there), there's a noise from the TV that you've really come to loathe. Sighing, you go ahead and sit up as the news anchor comes on.\n\n"We have breaking news from the downtown parade, where a group of men in some sort of powered armor have attacked the parade and the viewers in an apparently random act of violence," the grim-faced, somehow generic reporter intones as footage of men in colorful metal suits flying about firing energy blasts plays in the picture-in-picture screen next to his head. "Though the powered armor resembles that of the heroes known as Prometheus and Titania, no connection is known at this point, as the duo were last known to be offworld on-"\n\n"I gotta go, sorry!" Molly blurts, leaping over the back of the couch as black goo engulfs her clothing, seemingly melting it into the skintight bodysuit form. \n\n"Be careful!" you call, more out of reflex than anything else. Molly, ah, Widow hasn't had any problems so far. What should be different about today?\n\nA few minutes later your face has gone pale and you feel like throwing up as you watch the news feed on the screen. It didn't take long for Widow to get there, but things went bad, fast. There are four of the armored men and one if her, and they kept her switching targets fairly handily. Then one apparently had the idea of blasting out one of the supports of a roofed balcony a bunch of people were trapped on. A bunch of slung webbing only slowed the roof's collapse long enough for your black-clad girlfriend to take the place of the support structure, forced to hold it up with arms and legs still trembling slightly. As you watch, one of the armored criminals flies up and, apparently after mocking her, slugs her in the stomach with his metal fist, Widow's body jerking with the impact but refusing to buckle.\n\n<hr>\n[[You have to help her!|FemPalladium3x9]]\n\n[[What could you do?|FemPalladium]]

"You said go right there and come back, so I went right there and came back," you answer in an annoyed tone, since it's so obvious.\n\n"Oh really? Take off your overshirt. See, I was just a little curious since you weren't exactly the most pliant sort before," she notes as you undo the buttons of the designer flannel and shrug out of it.\n\n"'Pliant' is a pretty rude thing to call someone," you note with a frown, tossing the flannel shirt aside. \n\n"And yet, you just took your shirt off without thinking, because I told you to." Jasmine smirks wider at your blink of surprise. "Didn't even realize, did you? That's because at dinner last night and breakfast this morning, I slipped you a little concoction that instills obedience. You'll do whatever I tell you from now on, without ever thinking about disobeying."\n\n"You're crazy!" you snap back.\n\n"Am I? Take off your jeans and panties."\n\n"As if I would!" you scoff as you undo the button of your jeans and slide the zipper down. "You're some sort of insane person, I-!" And then your eyes widen as you feel the warm air hit your bare ass and pussy as you shove down your pants and underwear. Your jaw drops and you look down at yourself in shock, and yet it somehow never even occurs to you to try and stop yourself as your hands work the snug jeans down your legs, your ass shaking in the air as you get them over your workboots and step out of them, straightening up now naked from the waist down. "Wha! Wha! What?!"\n\n"I was curious if it would work, it doesn't always on everybody. But since it did, it's going to be soooo much more efficient than gradually breaking you any other way." Jasmine chuckles as she unbuttons her own jeans... and your eyes widen further as a massive, equine cock comes spilling out of the previously flat front of them, a hefty set of balls drooping out below the shaft. She gives the half-hard thing a few strokes until it's jutting out in front of her. "Now, get on your knees and facefuck yourself on my prick. <i>Hard</i>."\n\n"No!" you blurt, even as you're stepping forward and sinking to your bare knees on the slightly rough wood of the porch. Right there out in the open in front of the house, in broad daylight, you grab her cock with both hands and open your mouth wide right in the middle of blurting out "Wait!" and then shove yourself forward, stuffing as much of that flared cockhead and the thick shaft behind it into your mouth as you can. Grabbing hold of your hips, you start working your head quickly in fast, almost frantic in your attempts to stuff more and more of it past your lips, your throat bulging up obscenely both with the flare of the head and the thickness of the shaft, until the flare slips all the way down your throat. Churned-up spit dribbles down your chin as you rape your own face on her prick, looking up at her pleadingly, but not seeing much other than those huge cotton-clad tits looming above you as you work yourself all the way down to those hefty balls, nuzzling yourself forward against your will until you're sure that every millimeter of that cock you can get in your mouth has been swallowed.\n\nThen you resume force-fucking your mouth onto it, hard and fast, whimpering and moaning around the girthy shaft stretching out your throat. You can't resist because you don't even think of resisting... you know that you're being forced to do this, and yet struggling just never enters into your head, you <i>have</i> to obey her, you <i>have</i> to facefuck yourself on her big equine cock. Jasmine chuckles lowly from above you, folding her arms under her tits. "That's right, from now on you're gonna be a reeeeal good girl and do as you're told all the time, every time." With every part of you, you want to reject that, and yet if anything you're just facefucking yourself on her fat horsedick even faster trying to bring her off. "Thattagirl. Clasp your hands behind your back. Just use your head. There y'go," she coos as you grab hold of your left wrist with your right hand behind your back, just working your upper body to move yourself. "Now. Take it all. And hold yourself there until you're about to pass out. Then you can pull off."\n\nYou shove yourself forward, forcing every bit of her prick down your throat again, her balls pressed against your chin and your lips against the root of her shaft. You squirm and fidget, but once again pulling back doesn't even enter your mind, because you were told to stay. You shudder as you can feel yourself needing oxygen, but you're not almost passing out yet so you can't pull back, not even as you feel her shaft swell inside you, stretching out your throat just that much more, her balls lifting a bit against your chin and her prick throbbing inside you as your belly starts to swell with the enormity of her load. Only when your vision starts to go dark around the edges does it even occur to you to pull back, and you yank yourself backwards, crumpling to the porch and coughing, shuddering as her cock spurts out a few last heavy gobs of cum to splatter across your face and soak into your white T-shirt.\n\n"You're going to enjoy being a good girl, aren't you?" she coos.\n\n<hr>\n[["F-... fuck you..."|MeanFarm]]\n\n[["Y-yes... please, mercy..."|MeanFarm]]\n\n[["... yes mistress..."|MeanFarm]]

"I better not, Jasmine said I should come right back," you reply, thumbing towards the truck. "Unless you need me to help out with anything."\n\nFor some reason that makes those green eyes twinkle again, and Mara nods. "Well, if that's what Jasmine said. No, we're all good on help around here, hon, you head on back now. I'm sure Jasmine will appreciate you being a good girl."\n\n'Well that was kind of condescending,' you think rather broodily as you get back into the truck and back out, then head back to the road. After the same relatively short trip as before, you park and get out to find Jasmine waiting for you.\n\n"Well I'll be, went right there and came right back as asked," Jasmine chirps. "I honestly kind of expected you to screw around just for the sake of it, drive slow, maybe go to town despite everything. Why'd you decide to be so... compliant?" she adds with a grin.\n\n<hr>\n[["I just want to get through this."|MeanFarm]]\n\n[["Whatever, there's nothing to do here anyway."|MeanFarm10x1]]\n\n[["It's what you told me to do."|MeanFarm9x2]]

The idea of super luxury dorms, a huge allowance, and being able to get away with murder (possibly literally) as far as how you treat other students is finally too much temptation to resist. Informing your Daddy of your decision, he buys you the very best Japanese lessons money can buy. Seriously, they involve slide presentations, some weird helmet thing you wear while watching them, and tapes you play at night. Within a week you think you might be more fluent in Japanese than English.\n\nAnd then it's off to Japan itself, your parents taking one car to the apartment suite the company is renting them, you taking another to the school. You've thoroughly memorized the dress code to assure yourself of what you can get away with. For the fall semester there's not as much leeway as you'd like, at least as far as what you can do up top, the white uniform jacket with black trim and gold buttons and white collared blouse are both mandatory and can't be messed with much. You at least found you could replace the drab blue and black checked tie with a gold scarf. The black pleated skirt with a white line near the hem is already plenty short, no need to mess with it there, and you've added matching black thigh-highs with a white stripe at the top, and upgraded to the most expensive, shiny variety of black slip-ons of the type allowed by the school. You've gotten a designer messenger-style bag and had the school logo embroidered on it, to get around the whole 'All bags must display school colors' requirement.\n\nYou're a little worried as the car spends quite awhile driving through wide, open country, then relax a little as it drives through a relatively small but still acceptable city. At least you won't have to travel <i>hours</i> to find civilization outside of the school. There is at least fifteen more minutes of countryside between the city and when you crest the rise and the school comes into view. You have to admit, it looks a lot bigger and more impressive than Deviville High... a glorious white building that looks more like an elaborate mansion-castle than anything you'd associate with a high school. The car pulls up and turns at the large gates set in a gleaming white stone wall, the gates open with a woman standing behind them. You have to admit she looks pretty good for someone your mother's age, tall and a bit chesty, wearing a blue skirt suit, white blouse, and black hose. She adjusts the small librarian-like glasses she's wearing and flicks her black ponytail back over her shoulder as you get out of the car, which turns and heads on through the gates once you close the door.\n\n"Mercer-san, welcome to Meinubureiku Gakuen," she says as she walks over. "I am Murata Keiko, the head student counselor for your year. It is appropriate to call me 'Murata-sensei'."\n\nInternally you bristle a little at being lectured literally right out of the gate, but control it. It's always best to play nice with new teachers until you get the lay of the land, after all. Recalling your lessons, you clasp your hands in front of yourself and bow forward to just the right angle. "Murata-sensei. Thank you for greeting me."\n\n"Of course. This way, please," she says, beckoning you to follow as she turns and begins walking up the path. "I like to take this walk with all transfers, to help familiarize them with what is expected of them. Meinubureiku likes to provide its students with as much freedom to pursue their own talents as possible, but it is important to remember that we also have high standards, as we are the largest and most prestigious school in the world."\n\nThat actually makes you stop in place, Murata-sensei stopping and turning once she notices. "Uh, seriously?"\n\n"Yes. Quite seriously."\n\n"But... it's Japan," you say, glancing around as if to assure yourself that you haven't been teleported back to America. (Nope, lots of pink-blossomed trees in full bloom. ... Wait, is this even the time of year for that?)\n\n"Of course it is. Where else would the largest and most prestigious school in the world be?"\n\nYou open your mouth, then close it, just giving her a confused look. She quirks an eyebrow as if to say 'Ha, got you on that one', then turns and resumes walking, forcing you to follow along or get left behind. "Ooookay. So. High standards."\n\n"I am perfectly aware that it is your father's connections and wealth that have secured you entrance, and you are hardly the only one here for whom that is true. I will not hold it against you, assuming you manage to perform up to expectations. But as a Meinubureiku Gakuen graduate, you are absolutely guaranteed success in life, and will be able to choose your future freely, with the entirety of the applicable industry you choose to be educated in competing heavily for you."\n\n"Okay wait wait wait." You actually reach a hand out towards her arm to stop her this time, barely stopping short as she gives you just the hint of a glare. "Look I'm sorry but I still find that a little hard to believe." You gesture towards the school building, which is now about fifty yards ahead of you. "It's big, but I've seen pictures of bigger... well, colleges, at least!"\n\n"Mercer-san, that is <i>not</i> the school building," Murata-sensei says coolly. "That is the administration building. Meinubureiku Gakuen is spread across over 500 square miles of land owned by the Dean's family." With that, she turns and heads forward towards the building.\n\nYour jaw drops, before you scramble after her. "Oh, come <i>on</i>! You are a tiny little island!"\n\n"I am a person, Mercer-san, but if you are referring to Japan, I'm afraid you're sadly a victim of an American nationalistic upbringing." The woman shakes her head sadly, before smiling smugly at you. "More worldly people know that Japan is far and away the world leader in all matters. Our soldiers are capable of easily defeating American Delta Force operatives and the Spetsnaz simultaneously, our trained chefs are the height of the culinary world to the point that the French beg us to teach them, and of course Japanese men are the most renowned and famous lovers in history."\n\nYou resist the urge to ask if she's taking crazy pills or you are as you follow her up the steps and inside. Deciding that trying to resolve her view of the world with yours is probably an extercise in futility, you give up and just look around as she shows you through the foyer and hallways. You have to admit, this place is certainly ritzier than any teacher's offices you've ever imagined. The furniture in the foyer alone probably ran them a cool million. Murata-sensei shows you into an elegant office that's somehow feminine without being pink or girly, and moves to sit behind the desk, gesturing for you to take a seat.\n\n"Now, unlike American high schools and lesser Japanese schools, Meinubureiku Gakuen does not believe in 'generalized' education," she explains as she pulls a file folder over and begins flicking through papers. "While we do have an attached college, you will begin training for your eventual career now rather than wait until you are already an adult to try and figure it out." Apparently satisfied with the folder's contents, she holds it out to you. "Specifically, you will choose your career now."\n\nYou blink, and your jaw drops. "What, now? <i>Right</i> now?!"\n\n"Right now. If you have so little inkling of what you want to do with your life that you cannot decide from these options, then I doubt that taking a day or two will help. If you are so hopelessly indecisive, you're unlikely to go far in life anyway."\n\nYou twist your lips up as if tasting something sour at the implied insult. Oooo, Daddy is going to hear about this. But from the look on her face, you can't whine, plead, <i>or</i> threaten your way out of this one. You've seen that look on some teachers before, it's the 'You're directly at the line and there is no more slack to give' look. You've never gotten that look quite so <i>fast</i> before, tch. Sighing, you open the folder and begin flipping through the glossy, slightly brochure-like pages of the different sorts of programs offered by the school. Looks like you'll really have to choose one thing to be good at for the rest of your life.\n\n<hr>\n[[Athletics.|MeanJPPlaceholder]]\n\n[[Cooking.|MeanJPPlaceholder]]\n\n[[Elegance.|MeanJP1x1]]\n\n[[Entertainment.|MeanJPPlaceholder]]\n\n[[Military.|MeanJP2x1]]\n\n[[Science.|MeanJPPlaceholder]]\n\n[[Don't choose.|MeanJPPlaceholder]]

"I'm pretty sure that's exactly why Celest <i>didn't</i> want us knowing," you answer, folding your arms over your chest. "So that no one wound up feeling like a second-class citizen." You decline to add that you suspect she might have been suggesting this because she's sure she's the original and would win out somehow, thus making you her slave.\n\n"... Yeah, you're right, you're right," the other you says with a sigh, rubbing the back of her head. "I was going to suggest flipping a coin, but let's just do that for who will stay Cyan, alright?"\n\n"Yeah, that's fair." You wait for her to rummage on the desktop for a quarter, waiting until she flips it to call, "Heads." When she catches it and slaps it to the back of her hand, she hesitates, then peeks. By her sigh you can guess that you just got to keep your name. "Sorry," you feel compelled to say.\n\n"Nah, it's fair and square. I guess I should pick something at least kind of similar." She considers for a moment, then says, "'Sapphire'. How's that sound?"\n\n"A bit like a porn star." You snicker as she slaps you on the shoulder. "Nah, it's good, it's good. Look, how's this for decision-making. We need to split up everything but our phones, right? Though since those are total clones now, I guess you'll need a new SIM card and number. But for everything else, we'll flip for it. Winner can either choose to keep the old one, or buy a new one with the Celest-money."\n\n"Sounds good," Sapphire agrees, nodding. Maybe it's just thinking of her with a distinct name of her own, but she's already starting to seem less like 'another you' and more like 'your new twin'. She glances at the window. "We must've been on the ship for awhile, looks like it's starting to get light outside."\n\n"Guess Mom and Dad will be up soon and we'll have to see if these things work," you say with a glance at your new 'watch'. "Remember, stay calm, just act like there's always been two of us."\n\n"I'm not sure if I'm even ready for this," Sapphire says with another sigh. "Being treated like a... slightly... different person, having to lie about what happened for... well, forever."\n\nYou obviously feel a bit the same. Some time to settle your minds might help. On the other hand, you'll have to face it sometime...\n\n<hr>\n[[Avoidance.|GGAlien2x7]]\n\n[[Acceptance.|GGTwin1x1]]

Warlocks are a good choice, since they're casters that sort of come with their own tank via summoning various demons. You select the class, and the Midnight Elf's robe turns black trimmed in red, sliding off of her shoulders to leave them bare... you're fairly certain her breasts expand outward somewhat as well. Her pupils also begin glowing an unearthly purple that leaves tracers in the air as she turns her head. That's kinda badass!\n\nThe next thing to pop up is a screen asking you to select a trait. Hm, this must be the new deal for the update, there were never traits before. And the traits aren't explained that well... it's just a little blurb of fluff text. Eh. Well, you can figure out what it means fairly well, you think.\n\n<center>Choose your character's trait.</center>\n\n[[Greater Bond|GGMEW]] - Your bond to the first demon you summon is stronger and closer than most Warlocks. Though this grants impressive power, beware, lest you become bonded to the demon instead of it becoming bonded to you. (The first thing is easier to suss out, one of your summons will be stronger and better than the others. The second is... some sort of debuff randomly rolled when you summon it?)\n\n[[Soul Hoarder|GGMEW]] - You can collect the souls of defeated enemies, keeping them and even summoning them as you would demons. Be careful, unleash too many of these captive spirits and they may rally against you. (So you can gather a new collection of combat pets, but summon too many of them at once and they might turn hostile.)

You frown thoughtfully as you look out the window, taking in all the pairs of animals. You can see the horses easily enough as they mill around in their own cell... specifically, you catch a glimpse of one's large, swaying balls, and then the wrinkled sex of a mare. Looking over towards the other large animals you can see clearly, the elephants, you can see that one of them is definitely male... you see no indication from the other, but between the duo pairing and the horses as well as your own cell, it's not hard to make the leap to what the aliens might have in mind.\n\n"I think they want us to... um... 'breed' for them," you murmur aloud, your cheeks coloring.\n\nThe moment you say it, there's a low <i>bwaahhhhhhhm</i> sound, and a green light pulses at the ceiling. Both you and Jake look up at it in shock, then at each other, blushing. "I... guess that means you're right," he says, red down to his collarbone... though you also notice him shifting and adjusting his hands. "Are you... are you saying we have to...?"\n\n"Maybe it's just some kind of, you know... intelligence-gathering mission, they want to see how the species of Earth, um... copulate." You take a deep breath, then lower your hands to your sides. "Maybe once we've cooperated they'll let us go."\n\n"I... guess that makes sense." Jake takes a deep breath, then moves his hands away, revealing his somewhat hardened cock. "Are you really okay with that, though?" \n\n"Well I want to get out of here!" you huff. Shifting a bit in place, you walk over, your bare breasts jiggling and wobbling with every step since they lack the support of your bra. "So, let's just... um, well, get ready, and do this. Talking more will only make it more awkward. I guess, um, lay back on that."\n\nHe hesitates a second more, before nodding and scooting back on the shelf, turning to lay flat on his back. You clamber up onto the shelf as well, then swing your leg around to straddle his head. Lowering your bare pussy onto his mouth, you mmf softly as he begins licking at you, his hands coming up to give your hips a squeeze. He's... certainly not bad at that. You look at his gradually stiffening cock as you lean forward... you're kind of surprised he was hiding it, most guys with one like that probably would have been sad they didn't have a frame to hang around it. Wrapping your hand around it and starting to fondle his balls with the other, you wait until it's stiffened completely to slip your mouth over the head, suckling and rolling your tongue around it.\n\nYour hips buck and twitch as his own tongue strokes the puffy outer lips of your pussy, occasionally diving between them and slipping inside you. As you begin bobbing your head over his prick, helping get him ready, he apparently grows a little bolder with his hands, moving them to your generous ass to squeeze and knead. You can't help but moan around his prick at the feeling, though somewhere in the back of your mind you're always aware of the fact that the mysterious aliens must be recording all of this. Will alien teenagers be watching you sixty-nine a stranger in their biology classes for decades or centuries to come? An embarrassing thought, and one that has your pussy dripping down Jake's face as he eats you out.\n\nEventually you think you've gotten him... and that you've been... thoroughly prepared, and you swing off of him, stepping back onto the floor and then bending over the side of the shelf. It seems to be at just the perfect height to do so with your knees on the floor, which somehow isn't particularly shocking. Your bare tits pillowed against the cool metal, you look over your shoulder at Jake as he moves around behind you and settles onto his knees. You bite your lower lip as the tip of his prick nudges up between your sopping pussylips.\n\n"I mean... seriously, should I...?" he murmurs, obviously a little concerned about the implications of fucking you at the urging of unseen alien overlords.\n\n<hr>\n[[No, he shouldn't fuck you.|HollyXmas4x4]]\n\n[[Yes, he should fuck your pussy.|HollyXmas]]\n\n[[Yes, he should fuck your ass.|HollyXmas]]

"What sort of idiot believes aliens are real?" you say aloud, just to drive home the ridiculousness of it.\n\nAs if some writer were utilizing an overused ironic twist joke, your car abruptly jolts to a halt as a bright light snaps on from overhead, the radio going silent in a sudden burst of static, the conspiracy theorist's voice replaced by a loud, somehow unearthly thrum from all around you. Leaning forward over the wheel, you look up to see a dark shape lit by numbers of blinking lights in a weird shape of blue completely filling the visible sky.\n\nYou yelp as your car begins to vibrate, and the trees on either side begin sinking... or rather, you begin rising into the air. The big vehicle is at least as steady as an elevator as you're brought up closer and closer to the source of the floodlight-like luminence shining down on you, until you get so close to it that everything goes white.\n\nWhen you come to, you're laying on a metal floor that, while a bit cold, is somehow not all that uncomfortable. You can also feel the metal clearly from your shoulders to your heels, including on your ass, since you're apparenly completely naked. Sitting up and throwing an arm across your chest and a hand over your crotch mostly out of reflex, you take a quick look around. Your shock and worry intensifies as you see an equally naked man... a fairly nice-looking guy at least, with short, shaggy brown hair and a decent build... sitting on some sort of low, long metal bench at one end of what seems to be a dark silvery-walled cell. The opposite wall from him is clear, though, and you can faintly see other cells beyond it and things moving in them just from your quick glance.\n\n"Um, hey there," the guy says, starting to raise a hand to wave, then pressing it back to his lap with a bit of a blush. "My name's Jake. I'm guessing you were driving down some lonely back road, too?"\n\nYou stare at him for a moment as your brain is forced to acknowledge the apparent reality of what you saw before. "... And then there was a bright light and something in the sky?" you prompt, sighing as he nods. "My name's Holly, and yes. Who... who are these things, people, whatever? What do they want?!"\n\n"I don't know, they haven't shown themselves," Jake answers, diverting his gaze as you try to get to your feet without revealing too much. "I was alone in this cell until suddenly there was a bright flash, and you were laying there."\n\nYou look over at him, then peer out the clear side of the cell, trying to get a better look. There are numerous other cells across from, and you assume to the sides of, your own. It looks like rather than other people, most of the cells you can see are filled with animals. You can only make out the general species of some of them, but you can see some dogs, some horses, and what you think are elephants (though their cell is much larger than this one). Two of each per cell. Are you on some weird alien version of Noah's ark...?\n\n"So, um... do you have any idea of what we should do? Like, how we could get out of here...?"\n\n<hr>\n[[You'll just have to wait.|HollyXmas]]\n\n[[You have to escape!|HollyXmas]]\n\n[[The aliens probably want you to breed.|HollyXmas4x3]]\n\n[[Santa will save you!|HollyXmas]]

Overcome with what you realize on some level is a reproductive urge, you turn your head and sink your sharp teeth into the sweat-slick skin of your sister's full thigh. You hear her yelp, but more importantly see white fur almost instantly begin to spread out from the bite marks. Biting someone in this form must make the transformation happen faster! Delighted by the idea that you get to watch, you flip Jenna onto her back and swing around to be between her legs, working her pussy with your tongue to keep her cumming as you watch her change.\n\nShe obviously knows something's happening from the way she tosses her head and tries to gasp out questions, but they come out as incoherent moans of pleasure. If it's anything like your own transformation, she's probably close to literally cumming her brains out, especially since it's happening even faster! You watch the fur spreading over her glistening skin, crafting muscle tone as it goes, your little sister's babyfat layer disappearing into muscle, albeit more rounded muscle than yours. She squeals in climax as her tail suddenly bursts out, jutting between your tits and becoming trapped, making you giggle and wiggle around on the bed to try and titfuck it. Her legs stretch out and lengthen as she tries to dig her heels or toes into the sheets, and her arms flex as her fingers take on slight points.\n\nIt's almost like her transformation is teasing you, saving the best for last and surrounding her tits and even sliding up her neck before it starts to change them. And boy does it! They experience the same level growth that yours did... maybe then some. While you were once a fair bit smaller than her in the chest, after your transformation you had her beat for cup size, but now as the white fur crawls over them they just swell and swell and grow and grow, quickly growing bigger than her own head and just keeping going. She's going to be glad for her enhanced strength, you think in amusement, once she realizes she has to carry those melons around!\n\nJenna yowls in exultation as her head finishes its change, ears twitching and hair taking on its stripey pattern, before she slumps back against the bed, panting and gasping happily, her massive mammaries wobbling like jello with the motion. You raise up and smile down at your handiwork sensually, opening your mouth to say something. But you're interrupted by a beep and click, the door swinging open.\n\n"Housekeeping!" calls a slightly Mexican-accented female voice.\n\n<hr>\n[[Oh good, someone else to play with.|WBrit3x1]]\n\n[[Ack, what are you thinking?! Send her away!|WBrit2x4]]

You gasp at your sister's touch... that feels <i>much</i> better than having your breasts squeezed ever felt before! Even than it did last night!\n\nApparently having heard that gasp, Jenna blushes brightly and starts to draw her hands away, but you quickly press your own hands over them, pushing them against your large tits until they sink in a little.\n\n"No, c'mon," you almost purr, smiling down at her. "You like 'em, right? May as well admit it and get a good, thorough feel."\n\n"Uh, I, I was just curious," she stammers, her face read as you gently press and rub on her hands, guiding her in a shallow kneading of your tits. "I didn't think about what I was doing, Brit, I didn't mean it like that, honest, I-"\n\n"Except I can smell your pussy getting all wet," you murmur. You can, too... the smell of your sister's arousal is strong in your newly sensitive nose, sliding in and wrapping around your brain, the scent plucking away further at your rapidly disintigrating inhibitions. "Did you always wanna fuck me, big sis, or is it seeing me like this that gets your motor going?"\n\n"B-Brit!" Jenna protests, but her voice is weak, and even as she says it her fingers give an actual squeeze.\n\nYou pull her hands away, but only so you can lean forward and press your huge, white-furred boobs to her face. She squirms and wriggles for a moment, then gives in, huffing out a moan that ruffles your fur as she starts nuzzling in between them, turning her head to lick at the curves. You purr and release her hands, allowing her to bring them up and start kneading at the sides of your breasts again.\n\nAfter allowing your sister a good long while to play with your enhanced tits, you pull back and then lean further down, sliding your tongue into her mouth and slipping it under hers, encouraging her to return the favor. The kiss begins lewd, utterly pornographic, then deepens into something loving... deeply sexual, but still carrying the love between sisters. You rip open the front of her shirt, buttons popping and flying, then pull down the cups of her bra so you can return the favor of kneading her own full breasts, tweaking at her stiff nipples and making her moan into your mouth.\n\nEventually you pull back, smiling sultrily at your sister as you move back and drop onto the bed, your tits wobbling heavily with the motion and the bed frame creaking faintly with your increased weight. You spread your legs and lay your hands lightly on your inner thighs, your tail lashing back and forth beneath the pink slit of your pussy nestled amidst soft, damp white fur. Jenna blushes brightly again, and hesitates... but only for a moment before she wriggles the rest of the way out of her shirt and bra and shucks her khaki shorts and the panties underneath them. She kicks off her shoes and socks as she scrambles up onto the bed, then dives her head between your legs, her blonde bangs tickling your crotch as she goes to work licking your cunt. She doesn't have the skill Natesh did, but if anything she seems even more eager.\n\n"Mrrrrraaaah!" you gasp in delight, your hips bucking and tail flicking more enthusastically, sweeping across the fronts of her breasts and teasing the stiff nubs. Then you lean forward and grab at her sides, hauling her around. "No, no, like this!" you say teasingly, pulling her around until her legs are on your shoulders and you can lean your head up to start slurping at her pussy with your own broadened, slightly rougher tongue. She squeals, then stretches herself forward to resume swirling her tongue around your clit. Luckily the majority of your height gained was in the legs... still, you're both just <i>barely</i> able to reach like this.\n\nYou can feel your tits press against her stomach and actually lift her body a little every time you breathe, her own breasts mashing and rubbing against the silk-covered sixpack of your abs. Your sister's soaking, hot, needy, spasming, cumming pussy right in your face as the two of you lick each other to one moaning, yowling orgasm after another starts to overwhelm you. You feel an almost <i>ache</i> in your teeth as something inside you urges you to turn your head and sink them in. Wouldn't you and Jenna be able to have even <i>more</i> fun if the both of you were like this...?\n\n<hr>\n[[Bite your sister.|WBrit2x3]]\n\n[[Resist the urge.|WBritplaceholder]]

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

Cold water dashed on your libidos by trained reflex as much as anything else (clearly it's not the first time Jenna's been interrupted in the middle of something in a hotel room either), you both snap your heads towards the door and shout in near-perfect sync, "We're in here!"\n\nThe door clicks closed quickly, and the two of you let out a relieved huff of breath, before looking at each other and laughing. Then you let out a groan as your cooler head catches up to the sight in front of you. "Oh jeez, Jen, I'm sorry. I don't know what came over me, for all of that, and now..."\n\n"Don't worry about it," Jenna replies, surprising you by leaning forward and giving you a quick, but obviously not purely familial, kiss.\n\n"Um, yeah," you murmur, blushing beneath the fur on your face as you sit back. "Still, now you'll have to figure out how to cure yourself as well as me of... whatever this is."\n\n"Currrrre. Right," Jenna murmurs as she looks down at her arm, flexing her bicep and watching the muscle move under the sleek fur. Then she coughs and announces, "Some form of lycanthropy, clearly. The disease that affects werewolves, but obviously there are varieties for other species of animal as well. Transmittable through your teeth, apparently. Well, our teeth."\n\n"Would that explain why I, uh... jumped your bones?"\n\n"In your defense, I did grab your tits first. I..." Jenna looks down, then hefts her own melons a bit. "Oh my. Hm. Looks like I'll be building a machine to weave custom shirts and bras first thing when we get back to my lab." Then she looks back up at you. "As I was saying, much like normal sexual methods of reproduction, there's probably a drive and pleasure response in place towards putting you in a position to infect others."\n\n"And I sent up the 'I want to fuck' flag to Natesh, which probably put him in just that frame of mind," you mutter, rubbing your face with both hands.\n\n"A male, hm?" Jenna murmurs, sliding one hand slowly down her white, furry belly.\n\n"Jenna! Focus!"\n\n"Right!" she yips, yanking her hand away and holding it out to the side. "Sorry. Just... trying to process all the new input." She gets up and spends a moment twisting back and forth, trying to get a better look at herself. You find yourself practically drooling at the sight of her huge tits wobbling around, and give yourself a light smack on the cheek. "Clearly, whatever we do, we can't do anything in this hotel room. We need to go back to my lab. Even if we need to hole up in seclusion for awhile, it has everything we could need."\n\n"Yeah, just one problem. You might just barely squeeze into your shorts now, but no way you're getting your shirt closed over those things, even if I hadn't busted its buttons," you point out, gesturing to one of her breasts while resisting the urge to go in for a cup and squeeze.\n\nJenna looks at her gym bag thoughtfully for a moment, then smiles and shrugs. "We'll just walk out to the car."\n\n"Walk out to the parking lot?" you say flatly. "Looking like big tiger-people?"\n\n"Yup!"\n\n"... Big, <i>naked</i> tiger people?"\n\nJenna laughs and shrugs again. "If we stay calm and act casual, people might stare or even freak out some, but they're not going to stop us. And I doubt anyone will recognize us like this anyway. What else can we do?"\n\nA few minutes later, both of you exit the hotel room and walk to the elevator. You fidget all the way down, taking a deep, steadying breath as the panel dings and the door slides open at the lobby. You and your equally naked sister both step out, starting the long walk towards the front entrance. As predicted, people start turning to stare at both of you, more than a few mouths dropping open at the sight of the two of you. And, as you can smell, at least some of them are turned on despite their confusion and shock.\n\nOf course the one who's most obviously turned on is Jenna. It would seem that her transformation has brought out something of an exhibitionist streak in your big sister, and she's walking with a deliberate sway in her hips and a gait seemingly designed to make her massive melons jiggle with every step. Of course following from behind, you can see that it's not just her boobs that move... she's retained just enough padding in the rear to make her round, furry butt bounce too. Since the hotel lobby is (embarrassingly) lined with mirrors, you can see that your own ass is more toned than ever, and visibly flexes with each step below your tail swaying back and forth over it. You wince as the initial shock wears off enough for people to start pulling out camera phones, and duck your head a bit, hoping your hair will hide your still largely unchanged face.\n\nPartway to the door, Jenna starts to turn. "Where do you think you're going?" you demand with a scowl.\n\n"Oh, we really ought to actually check out of the hotel, don't you think? They add on charges for doing it over the phone, and-"\n\nYou thrust her gym bag (which carries your own things as well, now) into her arms, forcing her to at least momentarily cover her fuzzy white beachballs, and point at the entrance. "Move it."\n\n"Alright, alright."\n\nA minute later you're settling your bare, furry ass onto the leather seats of your sister's convertible and struggling to get the seat belt adjusted so that it will fit over your large height and even larger chest. Jenna doesn't even bother to try, just putting the car in gear and taking off. "Nice day, isn't it?" she says cheerfully, leaning to the side a bit to let the wind rush through her hair. And fur.\n\n"There's no way in hell you're putting the top up, is there?"\n\n"Nope!"\n\n<hr>\n\n[[Continue.|WBritplaceholder]]

"I mean... some of the things you were saying were kinda..." You shift uncomfortably, though at the same time you let some of your disapproval show on your face. "I don't really know if that's the sort of views you should have when you're in charge of people, especially not when you're going to... do stuff like that with them. I kinda think maybe Miss May ought to know about it."\n\nRakell sighs heavily. "I really was afraid you'd say that. Huntre?"\n\nYou blink and turn, just in time for a glimpse of a strong olive-skinned arm half-sheathed in black and white flannel before Rakell's thermos cracks across your head, knocking you to the floor and into darkness.\n\nWhen you come to, your head's throbbing slightly, and you feel cold and uncomfortable from the position you're in... naked, on all fours, with something around your middle, neck, wrists and knees holding you there. You fight to focus in and find you're on the floor in some sort of lab space, though it still has that sort of 'barnyard' look here and there. In front of you, Rakell is sitting in a chair, calmly eating her fried egg sandwich, while the muscular, big-boobed Dogerian lounges against a nearby computer console, strong arms folded over her chest, black and white flannel shirt now tied around her waist.\n\n"What the hell are you doing?" you ask a little thickly, moving your stare back and forth between them.\n\n"Protecting my job," Rakell says simply, finishing the sandwich and crumpling up the paper to toss it into a nearby bin. "Do you know how hard it is for a Nekkanian to find work on a farm because of the exact prejudice that your friend Mix displayed? Getting sentenced to a three year stint on Orison for flyer theft was the best thing that ever happened to me because I wound up assigned here, but once I got out, not a single ag world or planetary agriculture strip would have me. 'More qualified candidates', all that. But Miss May took me back. I admit my personal kinks might be... socially unacceptable... but I've never coerced or forced anyone. But if you reported me to Miss May, she'd be forced to report it to <i>her</i> bosses, and I'd essentially be blacklisted. So I'm afraid you're forcing me to take extreme action to protect my way of life."\n\nYour blood runs cold, your body starting to shake in the restraints. "Wait, no, don't kill me, I'll shut up, I'll keep it to myself, I'll-"\n\n"Hush now. You've already shown you can't be trusted," Rakell responds in a scolding tone, before she smirks. "Don't worry, I wouldn't dream of killing you. I only approve of taking a life if it's for natural, farm-based purposes, the idea of doing it for other reasons is abhorrent. I do have a way to guarantee your silence, though." She glances at the Dogerian. "Huntre, go ahead and prepare the dose."\n\nYou stare as the Dogerian woman nods and turns around to start working the console she was leaned against. She selects something called 'Enhanced Worker Injection', and you watch as the blue silhouette of a dog appears inside one square on the simple interface. A small bar fills up to 100%... then the colors grow more intense and angry as she taps some more controls until it reads '200%', bright red text flashing on the screen: 'Warning! Overdose detected!' until 'Override' appears below them. There's a hiss as a small cylinder on one side of the machine fills with liquid, Huntre picking up the cylinder and fitting it into an injection gun as she walks towards you.\n\n"H-hey, what is that? Please, wait, I don't know what you're doing, but please do-" You cut off with a gasp as cold metal presses to one of your bare buttocks and you can feel a rushing sensation as the trigger of the injection gun is depressed. You grit your teeth as a strange tingling sensation runs through you, feeling like it's radiating out from your veins, making your muscles start to tremble and twitch. "What's... happening?" you choke out as your throat tightens.\n\n"Just try to relax," Rakell suggests calmly with a sip from her coffee cup, as the restraints open and withdraw into the floor. "You'll feel much better if you just let go and enjoy the ride."\n\nYou try to reply, but it only comes out as a strangled, not quite human whine as your lower face starts to push forward, your neck and throat already beginning to change shape. Your fingers curl and press against the floor even as they start to grow shorter, pulling in towards your hand as a thick black pad begins to grow over the palm and your fingertips, claws pushing out from the ends of them. Your body shudders as black fur starts to grow out along your spine and spread out from there, your ass jutting up in the air as your legs tense, then start to grow shorter and shift their structure, a thick, bushy tail beginning to press outward from above your rear. Your tits rapidly flatten and press in against your body, disappearing entirely, hips starting to wiggle and shake as fur completely grows over your pussy. The new fur low down on your belly begins to bulge outward, gradually opening into a sheath, and behind that growing heavier as a pair of weighty balls grow in.\n\n"Nuh, nuh," you try to protest, feeling your tongue growing flatter and wider in your new muzzle, the sound turning into "Nuhwoooooo!" as your voicebox loses the capacity for human speech. You toss your head back and forth, claw-tipped, padded-bottomed feet skittering across the floor as your ears grow floppier and your head finishes its reshaping, the colors of everything changing and altering as you stare up at the pair of humanoids that now almost tower over you.\n\n"Oooo, so pretty, I'm glad you kept those blue eyes, even if they're a now more doggy shade of blue," Rakell coos. Then she grins as she turns and kneels down onto the floor, quickly and efficiently undoing her jeans and pushing them down around her knees, leaning forward onto her hands and lifting her tail, shaking her round blue-black ass and bare pink sex at you. "Just need to get you to give yourself over to the animal. You knooow you want to," she coos, sliding a hand between her legs and using two fingers to spread her plump blue-black pussylips, showing off more of that inner pink. "Come on now! Up! Up, boy!"\n\nYour head still spinning from your transformation, you stare at her display. You know you should make a break for it, some desperate attempt to find someone and explain what Rakell and her lackey have done to you. And yet the sight of that shaking bare ass, but more than that the <i>smell</i> of her, recognizable to your new instincts as a female in heat despite the species difference, captivated you. Your flat doggy tongue lolls out as you start panting, feeling the strange new stretching sensations of your glistening red cock sliding out of your sheath. Before you know it, you're padding forward, burying your nose against that spread cunt and lapping at it, hearing your tormenter squeal happily as your broad canine tongue plays over her folds. \n\n'Hey, I don't want this, no,' you try to protest faintly, but with every lick that sends the heavenly flavor of catgirl pussyjuice washing over your brain, you're feeling less and less like you're in any kind of control. You practically have no warning even as your own body suddenly lurches up, scooting forward to wrap your forelegs around Rakell's middle and start thrusting. Your cock misses the mark repeatedly, until Huntre's full tits press against your back, one strong hand reaching down to grip the base of your throbbing red prick and aim the point for you, her other hand giving your ass a shove once you're in place to urge you to thrust in.\n\n"Oh! Good boy, <i>big</i> boy!" Rakell gasps out enthusiastically as you start pumping into her, the catgirl rocking back against your thrusts lightly, her tail looping around over your now quadrupedal body. "Mmm yes use that cock on me and become a dog, you silly bitch, yes!"\n\n'No, I don't want to be a dog!' you whine internally despite the pleasure of feeling a hot, wet, quivering cunt wrapped around your new puppy prick, but your body seems to have taken over entirely. Your tongue lolls out, panting heavily, drool dripping down to soak into Rakell's shirt as you pound your hips against her ass, making it jiggle lightly beneath you. With every thrust you can feel just a little more of the last vestiges of your control slipping away from you, ever more overcome by the horny animal instincts now flooding your reshaped form, your breathing becoming ever more a completely animal tempo of utter breeding lust as you fuck the wriggling, writhing, squealing female beneath you.\n\nMingled desire and dread builds as you can feel your knot starting to swell some, feel it slapping against her fat pussylips with every thrust now... somehow you know this is the point of no return. You fight with everything you have to stop fucking her, to pull away, not to go over the edge. And for a moment, a single, solitary moment, you manage to make your body stop, even as your whole quadruped form quivers with the effort, a low whine sounding in your throat as you try to speak your denial.\n\nAnd then Huntre's hand is wrapping around your tail and lifting it, her tongue pushing into your ass and rolling around, utterly shameless in its calm eagerness to stimulate a dog's asshole. The last of your resistance shattered, you thrust forward, stuffing your knot inside Rakell and throwing your head back to let out a howl as it swells and locks inside of her, your long red cock starting to gush into her. You can feel your mind being pulled down inside your new body's brain, drawing further away from any ability to control it even as you experience every spurt of cum, every throb of your cock, every squeeze of Rakell's spasming, orgasming cunt around you, every gentle squeeze and rub of your balls by Huntre. You find yourself turning, helped by Huntre into twisting so you can go on all fours again, your cock still buried inside Rakell as your furry black ass settles to rest against her sweat-slick blue-black one, the Dogerian still gently rubbing your balls, or alternately massaging around the base of your prick where it's locked inside Rakell's pussy.\n\nEventually you can feel your knot's swelling receding, and your body moves forward, managing to pull out with a few light tugs, your prick popping free and swinging forward to dangle underneath you, trailing a shower of cum. You find yourself twisting, your tongue lapping across your own prick and sending aftershocks of pleasure through you as you clean the mixture of your own cum and Rakell's off your prick with your mouth. By the time you're done and raise back up to sit on your haunches, Rakell has stood up and pulled her jeans back on. "Whew, that's definitely even better than the strapon," she declares breathlessly, then grins, cupping Huntre's chin and drawing her down for a brief kiss. "Not that I don't love the way you try to fuck the life out of me, baby."\n\n"Mm." Huntre gives a small smile at that, cornflower blue eyes twinkling.\n\n"Still, this will be nice every so often. Mm, I need a shower." She pats her thigh as she starts to walk off. "C'mon, boy!"\n\nYour body immediately rises and pads after her. As you follow her back to the house, all your efforts to do something, anything, to exert any force whatsoever on your own flesh and blood, fail to produce so much as a twitch. As Rakell heads inside and Huntre calls for you to follow her to the kennels, you begin to resign yourself to the obvious: you've become nothing but an observer to the full sensory experience of being a dog.\n\nSomehow you don't think she's going to change you back when your five years are over.\n\n<hr>\n[[Game Over.|GGSR7xEnd]]

Flushing and deciding that you definitely don't want your new boss to know you saw her like this, you carefully pull back and then scurry back to your room as fast as you can. Mix is already there and flopped out naked on the bed again, her skin looking slightly damp... maybe she woke up and couldn't sleep, so went out to take a brief rinse or something. You decide not to ask, since that would probably just result in her asking where you were when you came back. Crawling back into bed, you close your eyes and try not to dwell on what you saw, squirming a little under the covers. \n\nYou must have gotten back to sleep, because you find yourself being jolted awake by something very like a rooster's crow, except it's coming from the wall near your bed, as well as pretty much every other room in the dorm. You sit up, a bit headachey and scratchy-eyed from your late night excursion, but nevertheless manage to get out of bed and start getting dressed like Mix is. The clothes aren't quite a proper fit, but the jeans have a built-in belt and the tanktop stretches, and the flannel shirt's a flannel shirt, so.\n\n"Huh, you've got kitchen duty today," Mix comments as she glances at the wallscreen. "Fun, that means you get to stay inside in the climate control all day. Lucky. But that means you better hop to it and get over there now."\n\nHuh, that is pretty lucky, you guess, even as you scramble out of the room and down the hall to the main area, where the kitchen sits on the other side of a mess hall type area. There's already someone there, a rather devilish-looking woman who's nevertheless wearing just as 'housewife-y' clothes as Miss May, who starts directing you in getting things ready for the buffet outside, telling you how to prepare trays full of eggs and sliced meat with the autoprep unit. It's mostly a lot of pressing buttons and carrying things, and after that keeping an eye on supply and demand as people start filtering in and eating, some taking their time, others gulping their food down, apparently either out of desire or necessity to get started on their day. After that it's cleaning up, which again mostly involves button-pressing, wiping things down, and putting things away.\n\n"Well, I need to go attend to stock checks and ordering," the red-skinned woman says, spade-tipped tail flicking as she undoes her apron and hangs it up. "You just stay in here, dear. If any of the senior hands or supervisors come in, fix them anything they ask, if anyone else comes in, they get coffee or a sliced protein sandwich or veggie patty, alright? I'll see you again when it's time to start making lunch."\n\n"Yes ma'am," you acknowledge, since that seems the thing to say, watching her sashay out. You go about putting away the last of the plates from this morning, then almost jump out of your skin when you turn around and see Rakell standing near the kitchen table. What the fuck, how can she move that quietly in workboots?!\n\n"You okay?" she asks, blinking and tilting her head a little.\n\n"Uh, yeah, you just surprised me, is all," you reply, hoping she chalks up your nervousness to that and not anything else, though you suspect your cheeks and ears are a bit pink from how warm they feel.\n\n"Sorry, natural habit. Could I get a cup of coffee and my thermos filled too, please?" she asks, settling herself down at the table. "And a fried egg sandwich."\n\n"Y-yeah, sure, coming up." You turn to the cabinet where you thought you saw some thermoses and open it, spotting a metallic blue one with 'Rakell' in white letters down the side. You carry it over to the food prep unit and set it down, then program in the coffee and the sandwich, the mug dispensed from the slot, followed by a square wrapped in wax paper. Carrying them over to Rakell, you almost drop them the few remaining inches to the table when she speaks up again.\n\n"Enjoy the show last night?" she asks calmly, glancing up at you with those intense blue eyes.\n\n"Uh... I... ... show?" you ask lamely, cursing at yourself internally as something so stupid comes out of your mouth.\n\n"Nekkanians may be overly civilized service economy dwellers who are mostly spoiled academics, but our ears and noses are still top notch," she says, lips curling up in a faint smile as you turn red from collarbone to hairline at the realization that she not only knew you were there last night, but overheard you and Mix yesterday. She picks up her cup of coffee and sips at it, then asks you calmly, "May I ask what you intend to do or say about what you saw?"\n\n<hr>\n[[Absolutely nothing.|GGOri1x1]]\n\n[[Well, you might tell...|GGSR7x7]]

Curiosity is what got you out of bed in the first place, and now a new and tantalizing mystery has presented itself before you. Edging carefully to the door, you lean in carefully, peeking in through the crack and getting a surprisingly good view of a wide wedge of the room... and what you see makes your eyes widen.\n\nRakell is bent over the side of her king-sized bed, gripping the covers with both hands, raised up on the balls of her feet, her legs quivering and claw-tipped toes gripping against the floor. Her blue-black skin is gleaming with sweat, probably due to the fact that the slender Dogerian woman (her name was Chays, if you recall) is standing behind her, hips thrusting and pumping. The only thing Chays is wearing is a set of straps that wind around her upper thighs and waist, leaving her trim ass and glistening pussy bare as she thrusts, one hand on Rakell's hip and the other gripping the base of her tail, grunting softly at every impact. Another Dogerian woman, whose name you didn't catch when they were introducing the experienced crew, is sprawled in a chair near the bed... she's more muscular than Chays but with bigger tits too, her skin dark olive and with speckled black and white hair, her expression almost thoughtful as she sits stroking the big, red, canine cock shaped strapon dildo jutting from her own crotch.\n\n"Yes, fuck me, fuck my worthless stupid cat cunt," Rakell moans out, shuddering as Chays gives her a particularly hard thrust. "Rape me and put me in my place, fuuuck yes, oh fuck, fuck my stupid pussy, yes, yes, fuck me so hard, fuck me, shove that knot in meeeeee!" she gasps out, obviously struggling not to turn that last into a scream as Chays pushes forward and you can almost hear a soft 'thump'... and then another faint noise as she pulls back, making the catgirl squeak loudly, her body shuddering and hands twisting on the sheets. "Fffffuck yes, abuse me with that knot, you fucking animal!"\n\nUm. Oh. Wow.\n\n<hr>\n[[Go back to your room.|GGSR7x6]]\n\n[[Keep watching.|GGOri]]\n\n[[Go in.|GGOri]]

Grinning, you head over towards the dressing rooms, taking your time, mentally calculating how long it would take her to peel that tight top up over those huge torpedo tits, and to wiggle her fat furry ass out of those jeans. By then you've come to a stop near the room itself, and do a quick check around to make sure no one's actually in the area. You wait for another count of ten, then step over and grab the curtain with one hand, throwing it open.\n\nBritanny is revealed in the midst of clipping the final clasp of the black garter belt she's wearing to the fishnet stocking's she's also pulled on, bits of her soft, smooth fur pressing out through the holes, her body otherwise completely bare, those pendulous boobs of hers hanging down from her angle. "Uh, hey, occupado!" she snaps immediately, straightening up and glowering with her hands on her hips once she sees it's another woman, her tail flicking in agitation. That tail puffs out and her eyes widen as the Vulcanizer suddenly becomes visible again as you pull the trigger.\n\n<i>Pa-SKWEEK!</i>\n\nThe sickeningly cutesy noise is rather different than the weapon's usual one, and comes in time with a fuzzy pink sphere flying out of the tip and splatting right against where one of her hands is on her hips. You quickly follow up with one to the other side, Britanny yelping and stumbling backwards as she unsuccessfully tries to break her hands-on-hips pose, finding that the fuzzy pink puffs won't do more than stretch a little. "What the hell are these, Attack Tribbles?!" she blurts as her back thuds against the wall, denting it and causing a heavy bounce and wobble in her bare boobs.\n\nSmirking, you begin methodically and quickly firing, splatting more of the pink blobs across her body, enjoying her surprised and outraged yelp as you score a direct hit on her bare pussy with one, then raise up to aim a number of shots at those tits. Like standard Vulcanizer shots, the pink puffs are still extremely heavy, but with the werecheetah's incredible strength she manages to stay upright for quite awhile, even as more and more of her body is coated. Finally when you aim the final handful of puffballs at her head, covering her body completely, she sinks down to sit on the bench of the dressing room. She wiggles and squirms beneath the fluffy pink mass for a moment, then goes still, before the surface of the pink fluffballs begins to wiggle and shift slightly itself.\n\nGradually her body is drawn into the standard 'sex doll' position, elbows bent and hands raised and out to either side of her head, knees drawn up and legs spread. As the pink fluff draws inward, it begins to change colors, largely matching those of the target they've covered... meaning parts of them are turning orange with black spots, others are turning white (with pink places). Soon Britanny's big torpedo tits are white and smoothly-furred again, although this time the fur is a uniform supersoft polyester fabric, the pink nipples both identical to each other and made of a stiffer, less soft version of the fabric. As the stuff finishes between her legs, the white polyester fur gives way to a sewn-in pink pussy-pocket and a uniformly-puckered anal onahole. Her spots are now obviously a printed pattern dyed on the soft orange polyester of most of her body, her tail a single mostly-limp overstuffed length, her ponytail a solid piece sewn to the back of her head. Her face is now a permanent guileless open-mouthed smile of pink thread, green fabric eyes blank and staring despite their wide, cheerful set.\n<<set $britcaptured to true>><<set $plushbrit to true>>\nLaughing delightedly, you set aside the Vulcanizer and step forward towards the plushified werecheetah, reaching out to give those big polyester boobs a squeeze. Firm like they're well-stuffed with cotton, and super soft... kind of reminds you of one of your Pokemon Center plushies. Snickering and giving the stiff pink felt nipples a flick with your fingertips, you decide to give your new acquisition a quick test run. Hauling up the front of your dress, you retract your shiny, glowing panties and let your stiff prick spring free. Rubbing it a bit against the front of the plush's crotch, you then angle it down, pressing it into the opening between the toy's legs and then sliding inside. The microfiber fabric of her pussy is incredibly slick and yet has a stimulating texture you can definitely appreciate, and you do as you begin pumping into the large plushie's polyester pussy, squeezing its waist and compressing it for a decent grip. That sewn-on expression of course never changes, the plush just smiling straight up at you and the ceiling as you fuck it, your stolen skirt swishing over your ass, your own still-covered breasts pressing to those cotton-stuffed ones as you lean down some to put more of your body into fucking the inanimate object under you.\n\nFinally you moan as you empty your balls into the plushie Brit's microfiber cunt, feeling your cum rapidly starting to soak into the fabric, and no doubt the cotton now stuffing her insides. Mm, that's fine... you have faith in your service gynoids' ability to keep every sort of sex doll you own clean and fresh between uses, including this one. Grinning, you slide yourself out of the plush and straighten up, taking a moment to rip off the dress and have your bodysuit resume its normal configuration. A tap at your wrist controls beams the dollified werecheetah back to the doll room. Mission complete! Now it's just up to you to decide whether to head back to the hab and relax, or go right back to the mission room to start another capture.\n<<set $capsucc += 1>>\n<hr>\n[[Hab area.|Capture-HabArea]]\n\n[[Mission room.|Capture-MissionRoom]]

Enh... you would like to get home faster, but doing back-breaking labor every single day doesn't sound like a tradeoff. Several of the men do raise their hands, and Rakell directs them to a set of stairs around one side of the barn, before calling out, "Alright, everyone, not much further now."\n\nIndeed, what you assume is the dorm house is already in view. It looks a lot like the main house in style and color, just less 'grand', two long rows extending back from the front area to form a sort of squared-off 'U'. Leaned against the front of the house are a number of folding chairs, and as you approach Rakell calls out, "Okay, everyone grab a chair, there should be enough. Set 'em out facing me, and I'll give you the rundown." Once everyone's seated, she continues. "Workers are the most versatile and necessary part of this farm. You will be expected to learn at least a little bit of mechanics, agricultural science, and livestock handling in addition to picking stuff up, carrying it, and putting it down, as you might be expecting. That means that if you're given study material, you need to actually study it, and if you repeatedly neglect that or any of your other assigned duties, it can result in a bad assessment and you could get time tacked on. So don't be afraid to ask for help if you need it... on studying, or anything else."\n\nShe pauses for a moment to let that sink in, then continues. "There's a wallscreen in every room, when the alarm goes off in the morning it will have your assignments for the day on it. It's up to you to learn to manage your time to get everything done, but again, if you need some extra guidance or management, don't be afraid to ask me or one of the other supervisors. Each of you has a datapad in your room that's assigned to you, and it will automatically download any study material you need for the next day, always check it. Do <i>not</i> take them out of your room, they always get lost if you do. Check out one of the workpads in the main hall instead, it will be able to access everything on your datapad. It's also checked out to you when you do that, so make sure not to lose it or anything else." Which you guess means 'don't try to steal it', but she's diplomatically not spelling that out. "Other than that, we'll cover things as we go. Alright, everyone form a line at the door, I'll give you your room assignments. Your first chore is cleaning up your room and making the beds."\n\nYou're relieved when you and Mix get assigned to the same room, A8. (Sounds like A is the female wing and B is the one for males, from the other assignments you overhear.) The room's not exactly 'messy' when you find it, a simple thing with a window, dresser with mirror, two twin beds, and aforementioned wall screen, the worst is just a bit dusty and with a tiny bit of grime here and there. But Mix insists that the two of you use the provided cleaning materials extremely thoroughly. "If they told you to clean, that means this place goes by the 'better be opposites' rule."\n\n"What kind of rule is that?" you ask, wrinkling your nose a bit at the not-artificial-pine-but-somehow-instinctively-identifiable-as-the-alien-equivalent scent from the spray you're using on a bit of caked-in dust in a corner.\n\n"If you're outside, you better be dirty. If you're inside, you and it better be clean," she expounds in a philosophical tone. "It's definitely a farm thing. The house, especially the inside, needs to be kept spotless, so you better be ready to clean up too by the time you come in. If you're outside, you better be working hard enough that you're getting filthy."\n\n"Ah-huh. So can I assume we're getting random room inspections?"\n\n"They're not random if they're daily, it's just a question of 'what time'."\n\nThe rest of the day is spent cleaning other parts of the house along with the rest of the newbies, being introduced to the more senior workers, and Rakell giving further orientation tips. You're a little dismayed to find that the shower area is outside in the 'U' of the dorm house, and basically just under an awning, with nothing but pull-across curtains between the wooden columns holding said awning up to hide the female showers from the male showers. "Access to the inside showers with lots and lots of hot water is a privilege you have to earn through hard work and obeying the rules," Rakell says simply when you ask if the showers even get warm. "Otherwise, you get clean before you come in the house after your chores."\n\nDinner at least is pretty decent, in the form of pork chops and a really fresh spring salad with what seems almost identical to spinach, apples, and walnuts in it. After that, Rakell gathers you all in the main entrance and gives a brief course on how to handle some of the animals on the farm if you encounter them without specifically being assigned, then sends you off to bed, which you're only too happy about... it's been a long day. You open the drawers of the dresser to see if they've provided sleeping clothes, but find little other than white shirts, white panties, white socks, jeans, and orange(?!) flannel shirts. You're about to ask what Mix plans to do when you turn and see her flopping naked onto the bed, her clothing except for her boots already dumped into the slowly closing pull-out hamper slot on the wall. Blushing and trying not to stare at her toned green ass, you strip down to your utilitarian grey panties and the white tanktop, dumping your socks and pants as well, and turn out the lights before padding over to crawl under the covers of your own bed.\n\nYou're not sure what wakes you in the night... maybe some distant animal call, knowing where you are, though it takes a few moments to process and remember that. You blink blearily, staring around at the night-dark room as you wake up just enough to focus, and notice that Mix's bed is empty. Huh. Wonder where she went? Bathroom maybe? Your brain hovers on the edge of falling back to sleep and waking up, not quite able to do either until you decide what to do about your curiosity.\n\n<hr>\n[[Discard it.|GGOri]]\n\n[[Indulge it.|GGSR7x4]]\n\n[[Distract yourself from it.|GGOri]]

Well, you came here to be a farm worker, maybe being specifically that is the best. Besides, maybe you'll build some nice-looking muscle and be able to impress everyone with your abs when you finally get home. "I'll be a Worker, then, Miss May."\n\n"Oh good! We do always need them, since that's the majority of the manual labor on the farm and people are always cycling through," she notes, putting her hands together to one side of her head and beaming again. "Besides, nothing's quite so good for the soul as getting up every day and doing some good, honest labor! Go ahead out to the porch, please, Rakell will take you to the worker dorm to give you your orientation. I really hope you have a good time here, and if you have any problems at all, know that you can talk to me or Rakell any time."\n\n"Thanks, Miss May." Standing, you walk out the door and meander back onto the porch, after a moment flopping down on one of the benches ringing the railing. You poke at your new bracelet for awhile, trying mostly out of curiosity to find a seam, but it's like it's part of your skin or something. You glance up when the door opens and a green-skinned blonde comes out. "Oh, hey Mix. Did you pick Worker too?"\n\n"Yup," she answers, flopping to sit next to you. "It's standard farm work, what I'm most familiar with, figure why rock the boat."\n\nMore people trickle out in ones or twos, and you trade polite greetings with some of them. It looks like most of the people on the transport you were on wound up picking Worker, to judge by the small crowd that winds up standing on the porch. Eventually the door opens, and a woman with blue-black skin, black hair, and black-scleraed blue eyes, wearing a tight white t-shirt and battered jeans, steps out. The feline ears at the sides of her head give a twitch, as does the tail behind her as she looks over the group. "Good, plenty of Workers here. Since you'll be expected to fit just about any niche around here at least a little, prepare for a lot of on-the-job training. Some of you actually have farm and ranch hand experience, which is good. I'll explain about schedules and what we expect of you in more detail once we get to the dorm house, which is over by Barn One. Follow me, try not to get distracted or lost."\n\nCertainly you don't think any of the guys in the group are going to get distracted from following after her very nice body. Even you have to admit that the denim-hugged butt under that black feline tail is kind of amazing. She trots down the porch steps and heads off along one of the packed-dirt pathways with all of you following along behind her. "There's something you don't see every day," Mix murmurs to you. "A Nekkanian on a farm."\n\n"Why's that?" you ask, doing your best to keep your voice a whisper.\n\n"Nekkan's mostly city... the whole planet's been developed to one extent or another, and they don't do farming. Heck, they don't do much of anything, most Nekkanians are artists, teachers, researchers, y'know, academic types. Most of their service industry is manned by Dogerians, like her," she notes, pointing to one of the few other women in the group, a tall, slender blonde with short hair and long bangs, and a pair of perky canine ears atop her head in addition to the humanlike ones on the sides. "Seeing one on a farm is sort of like seeing a human in a position of power," she adds with a wry tone. Then she blinks several times, glancing at you, the green of her cheeks tinging with yellow. "Er... sorry."\n\n"I kinda get the idea you're just being accurate," you mutter wryly, giving her a small grin to show there's no offense taken.\n\n"Ah, before we go any further," the previous subject of your discussion calls, stopping and turning to the group as it shuffles to a stop. There's a large red barn just to one side... long and wide, though it definitely looks to be at least several stories tall as well. "Does anyone want to be a Special Worker? The labor's harder, the demands are greater, and you don't get nearly as comfy accommodations, but they count your time served as double, if that's what you're looking for."\n\nYour ears perk a little. Double time? Two and a half years instead of five! That could significantly impact how much this derails your life back home. On the other hand, it sounds like that's moving from 'manual labor' to 'hard labor'. \n\n<hr>\n[[Volunteer.|GGOri]]\n\n[[Stay silent.|GGSR7x3]]

A lot of the other stuff sounds like it could have big drawbacks... what sort of aliens populate the city? What are the 'overflow' professions? And oceans and jungles on Earth are already dangerous, you're not sure you wanna know what's in alien ones. And that whole 'Dark Sector' thing, that's right out. But a farm, that might be out in the country, but it should be pretty tamed land, and all the animals will be in boxes. ... Pastures. Stables. Whatever. You can handle that. You tap the agricultural boxes to apply, and soon the screen changes to more text scrolling as the computer voice reads it.\n\n"Your application to Agricultural Sector 99 has been approved by Supervisor Cre'May Mi'k. Your supervisor will meet you at the disembarcation pad. Please don the appropriate garb," it adds, a panel near the meeting of the floor and wall sliding open to reveal a pair of thick-laced workboots. Pulling them out, you start tying them on, wondering just what working on a high-tech space farm involves. \n\nAfter several light bumps and pauses you think are other landing points, the transport stops, and your door slides open. "Please exit the ship," the voice announces. You step out into the hall, hesitating at the sight of several very large, rather muscular-looking male aliens emerging from their own rooms... and a girl with pale green skin and blonde hair that's about an inch taller than you, but a fair bit more toned. \n\n"You heard the ship, out, ya lugs," she says fearlessly, making a shooing motion at them. You're surprised when they all start shuffling along and down the ramp, one or two with a second glance at her but apparently obeying. The other girl grins at you as she walks up, showing off incredibly white teeth, several of which are rather sharp-looking. "Remember, this place is for nonviolent offenders. No reason to worry just 'cause they're big. I'm Mixilia, just Mix is fine."\n\n"Cyan." You feel a little relieved to meet someone who's at least acting friendly, and the reminder that no one wound up here for murder or assault helps. The two of you turn and make your way down the ramp, out into bright, warm sunshine, with a faintly off-blue sky and pale gray clouds. Around you seems to be a lot of grass, some fences, and what looks an awful lot like corn. "I've never really been on a farm before," you admit, glancing around. "I hope I can actually do something here."\n\n"Yer fine, there's a lot to do and some of it anyone with at least one arm can manage. I grew up on a farm myself," Mix adds, folding her arms. "Fuckin' hated it. Why I joined up with the Space Rangers. Then made the dumb decision to jump ship as soon as we got to a fun-looking port. Got caught, now I'm SID and have to do the rest of my tour here."\n\n"SID?"\n\n"'Serving In Disgrace'. Means you're still in but you can't advance in rank and your pension's forfeit. For stuff like this, at the end of your sentence you get an Other Than Honorable Discharge. Basically it's like a black mark on your record that follows you around, but not as big or black a one as if you'd done something to just get booted entirely."\n\n"Oh." Well, you doubt anyone back on Earth will care about you having a non-honorable discharge from the Space Rangers. You rub your arm a bit, then glance at her again. "So if you hated farm life so much, how come you picked this to apply to?"\n\n"It's what I know." She shrugs her green shoulders. "Besides, what I did because I hated it fucked me. Maybe I ought to try and learn from that."\n\nYou suppose that seems like a good attitude to have, and it's a little bolstering that you've maybe made a friend within the first couple of minutes being here. Mix nudges your arm and nods to the path ahead as someone comes down it. She's fairly tall... actually, really tall you realize as she gets closer, probably at least as tall as any of the guys. She looks fairly human despite that... other than the horns that come out from the sides of her head and curl upward to come to tall points. Her hair is brown, tied in a long ponytail that flops forward over her shoulder, and her boobs are... 'immense', you guess is a good word, since you're unable to help staring. She's wearing a yellow sweater and fairly long maroon skirt, with a pale blue apron tied on over that. About the only thing that isn't utterly feminine about her (again, other than the height) is the pair of rather worn, dirty, heavy duty workboots on her feet.\n\n"Oh my, hello everyone!" she calls as she arrives, raising a hand in greeting as she comes to a stop. "Welcome to the farm! Now as you should have heard on the transport, I'm your supervisor, Cre'May Mi'k, but please just call me Miss May, everyone does. Thank you so much for choosing to work here with us! I know that you might not be happy about the circumstances that brought you here, but I really hope you'll come to be happy that you got to spend this time with us!" She puts her hands together and tilts her head, beaming. She seems to go around with her eyes closed most of the time, it's sort of adorable. "Now, obviously we need to go over rules and outline what's expected of everyone, but I like everyone to feel like they're getting personal attention. So if you'll please follow me back to the main house, we'll begin one-on-one interviews." She turns around, revealing that the skirt falls over a generous ass, and so does a swishing, tufted-tipped tail, as she starts back the way she came.\n\nAs you walk along, you notice that it looks... a lot like a farm on Earth. At least what you've seen of them. You're seeing mostly vegetable crops and empty fields, but those look pretty much the same, just with odd colors here and there. Off in the distance you spot what looks like a horse in a field... though it does look like it might have more than the usual compliment of limbs. Soon a large, long, but simply-designed house comes into view, most of the front of it trimmed by a large porch area. Miss May walks up the steps to the porch and shows you into the foyer, where she picks up a tablet computer. "Alright, in a few moments my assistants will come out and call two more of you for interviews. Don't worry, these are people I trust and they'll take care of you." She pauses to beam at the group again, then turns her face towards the pad. "Ah, yes, Cyan LaChance, please come this way into my office."\n\nYou follow her into a small, homey-feeling area with a cuckoo clock on the wall and a simple, old-looking wooden desk near the window. She picks up a very small, very thin bracelet from a pile of them near the entryway and taps it to your collar, which opens and falls off, and then slips the bracelet onto your wrist where it tightens to fit snug against your skin, practically flat and, after a moment, easy to forget you're wearing it. She then settles down behind the desk while you sit in front, and she almost pouts at you. "I was very sad to see the circumstances that brought you here. I'm so sorry that you were put in a situation where you felt threatening someone was your only way out."\n\nYou grin wanly at her. "Thanks."\n\n"Well, it's very bad business! But like I said outside, I hope something good will come of it, and that you very much enjoy your time here. Now, let's see, we need to get you a duty assignment," she says cheerfully. "You're fairly young, so may I assume you've never had a job before?"\n\n"Not really, no."\n\n"That's fine, that's fine, we have lots of opportunities here! Now let me see..." She looks over the tablet, occasionally tapping at it or making a sweeping motion. ... Seriously, how does she read it with her eyes closed? "Alright, first of all, there are several positions in the livestock barn available... we need <b>Producers</b>, and <b>Minders</b>, and <b>Workers</b> there."\n\n"What are those?"\n\n"Well, Producers are responsible for things like generating milk and other things livestock give us, while Minders just generally care for the livestock, such as feeding and health checks. Workers are involved in a bit of everything and do a lot of manual labor, but many find it good for the body and spirit!" She smiles at you again, then looks back to the tablet. "We also need <b>Crop Managers</b> to take care of various things with the vegetables, <b>Engineers</b> to deal with equipment damage and malfunctions, and <b>House Staff</b> to handle whatever needs doing around the main building here."\n\n"I'm from Earth... I mean, I think they call it an 'unaligned' world, which means I don't know a lot about the technology here. Could I really still be an engineer?"\n\n"Oh, don't worry, don't worry, most of what we have around here has been deliberately engineered to be simple to understand and easy to fix, plus you'll have other people familiar with it to teach you. Please don't worry at all about what you think you can do," she assures you with a gentle smile as she sets the tablet down and folds her hands atop it. "I'd really like you to please choose whatever you think sounds fun, interesting, or fulfilling. Then it's my job to make sure you're satisfied with that and gain enough sense of fulfillment and belonging that you're rehabilitated. My philosophy is, if people can be happy here, they can find a place to be that kind of happy when they leave!"\n\nOkay, so it sounds like you can choose pretty much whatever. And even if Miss May is a little... schmaltzy?... she at least seems nice. So it's just a question of what you think seems like a good idea to serve your time doing.\n\n<hr>\n[[Producer.|GGOri8x1]]\n\n[[Minder.|GGOri]]\n\n[[Worker.|GGSR7x2]]\n\n[[Engineer.|GGOri]]\n\n[[Crop Manager.|GGOri]]\n\n[[House staff.|GGOri]]

'The Dark Path' isn't exactly the most inspiring name, but on the other hand, at least you know paths lead somewhere. Maybe the end of it is outside this freaky house, at least.\n\nYou start down the steps, not feeling exactly thrilled by how quickly the walls start shifting from wood panels to slabs of dark stone, and the wall lamps are replaced by actual torches. By the time you've reached the bottom of the steps and your feet are on cold, hard stone blocks and you can see that, one, it looks like you're entering some sort of medieval dungeon and two, the torches don't even extend further into it, leaving actual darkness beyond. 'This may have been a bad idea,' you fret, glancing from a very faint glimpse of some light ahead back towards the stairs.\n\nOf course as you're waffling on whether to go back, you suddenly hear voices from above. "Hm? I sense a faint trace of warmth upon the steps."\n\n'He <i>what</i>?' you think in a near-panic, even as another voice says, "I think you are right. Has someone descended to the Dark Path? No one is scheduled..."\n\n"... An intruder!"\n\nShit! Apparently if they find you down here, your cover is probably blown! You quickly look ahead, at that tiny, far-off glimpse of light. ... Surrounded by complete and utter darkness. \n\n<hr>\n[[Run for it.|HoDDP]]\n\n[[Give yourself up.|HoDDP]]

"That sounds fun, Rudy, but I really should see someone about this whole, you know... issue," you note, plucking at your snowy white hair.\n\n"Ah, yeah yeah, you're probably right." He gives a quick nod. "Well listen, I already called ahead to the Head Elf, Tinzel, to let her know what's going on. She should be waiting for you just through there," he adds, pointing to a door marked 'Administration'. "So if you want to get back to your old life and whatnot, she should be able to help. But hey, I gave her progress reports pretty regularly through the night, and I think she's just as impressed with you as I am. If you decide you'd like to stay Santa, I'm pretty sure all you have to do is say so. Think about it!" he adds cheerfully, turning off and trotting towards the stable door without giving you a chance to respond.\n\nYou blink a few times as you process that. Stay... Santa? Really? Feeling a bit lightheaded at the very concept, you turn and make your way over towards the Administration door. Inside is what looks like an office building lobby, albeit everything looks vaguely like it was designed by the same people who make really stereotypical Christmas toy trains and robots for Christmas movies. There are a handful of youthful-looking people with pointed ears around either in motion or working at desks, but one immediately makes a beeline towards you. Her hair is bright metallic silver... actually the exact silver of Christmas tree tinsel... and pulled back into a ponytail that comes almost to her ankles. Her cheeks and bare midriff are dusted with glitter, her flat chest and slender arms covered by a white top that vaguely reminds you of something a jester would wear, and her white pleated skirt with its black patent leather belt is fairly short, coltish legs sheathed in one green stocking and one red, with low-topped silver boots on her feet. Despite her young appearance, both the look in her emerald green eyes and her entire manner are extremely mature and professional as she comes to a stop in front of you.\n\n"Miss Holly Day?" At your nod, she offers a hand, showing off nails painted in traditional Christmas light colors. She waits for you to shake it before she continues. "I'm Tinzel, current Head Elf. I take care of all the administrative minutae here at the North Pole that Santa can't be bothered with."\n\n"Like compiling the Naughty and Nice lists for him to check over?" you ask, trying to at least participate in the conversation somewhat.\n\n"Yes, that is one of my primary duties. I also handle little crises such as this one when Santa is unable to properly do so... which he cannot in this case, for obvious reasons," she adds, quirking a thin, gleaming eyebrow as she glances you up and down, making you blush a little. "While this precise manifestation of the issue has not occurred before, I assure you that we've handled variations on it in the past. It should take at most a week to return both yourself and Santa to normal."\n\n"Oh, that's a relief," you huff, resting a hand on your chest. Though you can't help but add, "Although... Rudy sort of mentioned that... it might be possible for me to stay on as Santa?"\n\n"Mmm... well..." Tinzel looks you up and down again. "Admittedly it would not be <i>the</i> most unorthodox method we've seen of transferring the mantle of Santa we've had in all our many years of operation. And your performance was indeed rather exemplary. The for-... Santa was most likely considering retiring anyway, which is likely one of the reasons he was having performance issues in the first place." She clears her throat, perhaps having realized how that phrasing could have been taken, before she presses on. "It would be a bit more of an administrative burden on me until you settled in and got the hang of things, but yes, if you are in fact interested in the position, I think I can be confident in offering it to you."\n\n"Just like that?"\n\n"In essence. We do have a number of contingencies for these sorts of situations. We can tidy up your home and have all your possessions brought here. Your family and friends will be magically given the impression that you have moved far away to take a job you are happy with, to the point that they are primarily happy for you before any other emotion. It will be a gentle but clean break from your prior life, and you can focus on becoming Santa Claus. If, that is, you're truly interested in the position, and all the hard work that comes with it as well as the joyous tidings...?"\n\n<hr>\n[[Become Santa.|HollyXmas8x4]]\n\n[[Go home.|HollyXmas]]

You take a few deep breaths. No, no, you're Santa! You can't let yourself go on the Naughty list! Or... the Lewd list, if there is such a thing. Taking a few moments to breathe and control yourself, you firm up your resolve before heading down the chimney.\n\nThe bag this time doesn't contain much... obvious stocking stuffers in the form of a toothbrush, some toothpaste, and body wash, all store brand. There's one wrapped present, which handling instinctively lets you know is a self-improvement book on having a better personality that's been lightly sprinkled with coal dust. Ow. Of course, what sympathy had been building dissipates some when you realize that the cookies Bryan left out are three lonely Oreos... no, actually those are store brand too. Well, maybe it's just what he deserves. Shaking your head, you zip back up the chimney and return to the sleigh.\n\nYou continue on through the night. Several more times you glimpse some rather... provocative... things with Santavision, especially the fact that the more you use it, the more thorough it becomes, and you start getting a sort of mental download on the various activities of people you view with it, and thus a rather more explicit idea of what might have landed someone on the Naughty list than Rudy typically gives. Heck, some of the stuff that lands people on the <i>Nice</i> list has your new cock stiffening! Still, you push through it, becoming ever more focused on delivering a wonderful Christmas all across the world. You let yourself focus on the fact that kids rich and poor and everything in between can get a visit from Santa and that you finally and directly get to spread holiday cheer across the world!\n\nEventually you notice that the flight is taking longer than usual, and peer downwards to realize that oceans filled with large white chunks of ice are zipping by below. "Oh! Are we done?" you call ahead.\n\n"Yeah!" Rudy calls back, somehow managing to be heard over the whistling of the wind. "We're on our way back to the North Pole now!"\n\nEventually the reindeer and sleigh start to descend towards what looks like a packed-snow runway, with illumination that somehow more evokes Christmas lights than the typical airport guidance. At the end of it is what looks utterly like an airplane hangar sticking half out of a wall of ice, the visible parts of it painted red and green and twinkling with colored lights. The reindeer pull to a landing along the runway without issue despite it being literally made of ice, settling into an easy jog as they enter the hangar, and finally coming to a stop.\n\n"Whew! Always good to be home!" Rudy announces as the knots binding his harness and those of the others come undone of their own accord. The buff reindeer-men start filing towards a door marked 'Stables', while Rudy walks over to meet you as you clamber out of the sleigh. "Great job tonight," he says, giving you a thumbs-up. "In fact I daresay once you found your groove, you had more pep and twinkle than the old man's had in decades. Hey, we've got a 'Mission Accomplished' party to go to in the Stables, you wanna come with?" he continues, glancing towards the door. "We usually don't invite anyone but reindeer, but hey..."\n\n<hr>\n[[Sounds fun!|HollyXmas]]\n\n[[Probably shouldn't.|HollyXmas8x3]]

Terminating Santavision and doing your best to calm down, you rub your arms and hop in place a bit on the roof. You peek a few more times, but just keep getting glimpses of Madelyn furiously (and rather creatively) masturbating. Lord, no wonder she's on the naughty list, this girl's got a libido like a racehorse! Eventually though you find her flumped on her side, panties and pajamas still around her knees and thus showing off her pert teenage ass, but apparently having settled into a doze. 'Finally,' you mutter internally, cock still rather stiff as you clamber up and head down the chimney. Once down, you set to work, quickly munching the cookies and milk before setting to laying out presents. Your hardon only gradually subsides as you work, rubbing against the satin of your pants the entire time until it does, and thus making it a rather slow gradual process. You do have a little empathy for guys having to put up with this now, you suppose.\n\nStill, by the time you finish you feel mostly back to normal, though you promise yourself your own epic clit-frigging session once you're back to normal and back home. Zipping back up the chimney, you avoid the eyes of the somewhat smug-seeming reindeer as you climb back into the sleigh and hold on for the ride.\n\nOnce you've landed at the next house, Rudy looks over his shoulder at you as you get out. "Alright, a boy named Bryan lives here. He's on the Bad list."\n\n"Huh? The Bad list?" You blink a few times. "There's more than just the Nice and Naughty lists?"\n\n"Yeah, actually. See, the rumors of kids on the Naughty list getting things like coal are actually kids that were on the Bad list. Nice kids get presents, kids that have just failed to be nice go on the Naughty list and get nothing, kids that go on the Bad list get reminders that they need to shape up."\n\n"Huh. So what did Bryan do?"\n\n"He's been making fun of boys by calling them girls, and stealing panties from the girls' locker room."\n\n"Oh! That's pretty-"\n\n"Yeah but those might not necessarily be enough," Rudy cuts in with a snort. "See, he keeps getting curious and trying the panties on. That's the real reason he's firmly on the Bad list, the hypocrisy added to all the rest."\n\nOh my. Putting your fingers to the sides of your forehead, you activate Santavision. Bryan looks like he might be thirteen or fourteen, and you're guessing his mockery of other boys for being girly is definitely a massive case of overcompensation, considering his fine features and rather long blonde hair. \n\nA sudden idea occurs to you. You're not sure why, but you just know that you could use Santa's powers to really thoroughly punish the hypocritical youth... and have a lot of lewd Christmas fun at the same time. Perhaps it's how worked up with no release you got earlier, but the sight of the girly-looking boy asleep in his bed and the knowledge that he's been slipping into girls' panties gives you a very clear, very naughty idea.\n\n<hr>\n[[Push past it.|HollyXmas8x2]]\n\n[[Give in to the idea.|HollyXmas]]

Holy crap, you have <i>tentacles</i>! Agile, strong tentacles that you can do whatever you want with! It's time to recreate some of the more interesting doujinshi you've ever downloaded! \n\nEagerly, you yank your jeans open and shove them and your panties down, your pussy already growing wet just thinking about all you can do. You notice that the tentacles gripping around your hips follow the lines of where your thighs attach to your hips, leaving your sex and most of your ass bare... the tentacles there, and all the rest actually, are also slowly turning a vibrant purple color. Huh, that's interesting... you'd heard squids change colors with their emotional states, you guess this backpack does too. Is purple excitement, then? Arousal? Well, whatever it is, you're feeling it a little too strongly to get distracted by the pretty colors the tentacles are turning. You consider briefly how to get your shirt off, and realize that you'd have to take the pack off first to do it... no, no, you're definitely in too much of a hurry for that. Deciding that sacrifices sometimes have to be made, you slip a few tentacles into the front and sides of the shirt, then gasp loudly as you have them literally rip it off of you. Oh wow, that definitely <i>was</i> like a hentai doujin, huh? You shiver in delight a little, taking a moment to look in the mirror at the way the tentacle-straps lift and separate your perky tits, before turning your attention to the best way to do this.\n\nLet's see, laying back would be helpful, but the bed might get in the way of some of the tentacles. So after a second, you plant the flat side of the heads of the whips against the floor and lift yourself up off the ground with them, using other tentacles to brace yourself. Your legs wind up dangling and you're at a bit of an odd angle, so the easiest solution for that? Wind more tentacles around your ankles and haul them up into the air, pulling your own legs apart and displaying your pussy and puckered asshole to the mirror. You shiver again and bite your lower lip, getting more turned on by the moment as you consider all the possibilities, the tentacles wiggling and writhing a bit in the air in apparent sympathetic excitement. You bring one in, rubbing the largely blunt rounded tip up and down your folds. Shivering a little and feeling like you need a better grip, you wind some tentacles around your arms, sliding the ends into your hands as if they were handles. Feeling a bit more buoyed, you slide the tentacle inside yourself, letting your head lean back and moaning as you do.\n\nIt's not quite warm, but it pulses and wriggles in a way that's much more alive than anything you've ever put inside yourself before. In your excitement you have it thrust in deeper than you really meant, making yourself gasp loudly and arch your back, twisting a bit and pulling against the tentacles holding you. Letting out a low moan, you begin pumping the tentacle in and out of your pussy, biting your lower lip at first to muffle yourself, then just letting out long, soft moans as you really start fucking yourself with the purple appendage, hips twitching and bucking as it pumps into your wet sex. Realizing there's no need just to focus on one spot, considering that you don't seem to be running out of tentacles anytime soon, you bring more tentacles up to start rubbing and stroking at your breasts, using the blunt tips to tease at your nipples, making yourself shiver. Earlier when you'd been experimenting, you'd found that the tentacles could turn sticky when pressed against something, the whole surface becoming like a suction cup. You use that ability now, making them stick to your nipples and pulling up, moaning at the suction-like feel, especially as you let them 'pop' away and then bring them back to repeat the process.\n\nYou start breathing faster and faster, almost subconsciously having more tentacles stroke and writhe across your body as you fuck yourself harder, until finally you give a short, gasping cry and plunge it into yourself deep, body trembling as it shudders and writhes inside and outside you. After a moment you slump and pant, huffing, the tentacles stroking over your skin moving in lazy, almost placid motions. \n\nOf course, you're not going to be satisfied with that. Soon you're having the tentacles stroke and caress your thighs, belly, and tits with more purpose. Maybe it's your imagination, but you feel like you can process sensations from the tentacles a little better... like the one slowly stroking in and out of your sex can't just feel the slight pressure of your inner walls spread around it, but also the little flutters and squeezes, more of the heat, the wetness around it. You moan lowly as you start pumping the tentacle into yourself a little more purposefully, enjoying the overlapping sensations of getting fucked in the pussy and the fainter, more subdued one of fucking a pussy. Perhaps it's that sensation that has you bringing another tentacle up and pressing it to your pucker... you haven't ever put anything in your ass, but the tentacles are already slick and squishy, and you're sufficiently worked up that you don't think twice about pushing the thick length into your puckered hole, a look at the mirror showing your ass spreading around the wriggling purple thing as it slides deeper and deeper inside. Soon you're pumping and fucking away just as deeply with both tentacles, crying out and gasping. \n\nSome part of you thinks you need to be quiet, what if someone heard you and came to investigate? In your lust-addled mind, there's only one solution. You tilt your head back and open your mouth, tongue sticking out as you bring a tentacle around and then slide it past your lips. You're a bit surprised by the flavor... it's actually kind of like grape soda?! But you're soon focusing on sucking and licking at it, taking greater pleasure in having something thick and throbbing in your mouth considering that you can feel the sensual pleasures of your tongue and lips working at it. Overcome with desire, you start pumping the tentacle into your mouth just like the ones fucking you below, gagging a little as it bumps the back of your throat but not stopping. It just feels too good to have it pressing inside, and twisting the tentacles lifting you up lets you see the way it's bulging your slender throat up as you fuck yourself with it. Your hands stroke and squeeze the tentacles you're gripping, almost unconsciously jerking them off as you tentacle rape yourself in all three holes, loving every second of it.\n\nEventually, sweaty and a bit exhausted from numerous orgasms, you pull the tentacles out of yourself and tilt yourself over onto the bed, the pack squishing a little under you as you lay down but not seeming bothered by it. You lay there recovering, feeling the cold air of the AC blow over your skin, damp with sweat in most places and absolutely soaked with girlcum between your legs. \n\n"Cyan?" your mother's voice calls suddenly from downstairs.\n\nYou jerk a little, several of the tentacles shooting upright in sympathetic alarm and turning bright red. You sit up and try to even your voice as you call, "Uh, yeah Mom?!"\n\n"Are you okay? I thought I heard something fall..."\n\n"Uh, m'fine," you answer. "Just dropped a little heavily on the bed, sorry."\n\n"Alright, well, your father won't be home tonight, so when you're ready come down and we'll order a pizza," she calls back.\n\nYou let out a huff of relief, then flop back onto the bed, tentacles fading back to a pale white. Man though... that was amazing. No wonder the girls in hentai anime always cum gallons and squirt milk out of their tits despite shrieking 'Kyaaa! Yamete!' like squirrels on helium. You bring a hand up to cup one of your breasts, lightly toying with your nipple as you think. That felt so good... and the longer it went on, the better the tentacles (though you keep almost thinking of them as <i>your</i> tentacles) felt too. You kinda wonder... what it would be like to use them on another girl. They felt so good when they had your pussy, ass, and mouth wrapped around them... would they feel even better in someone else's holes?\n\n<hr>\n[[You've gotta find out!|GGLC]]\n\n[[Probably best to keep it masturbatory.|GGLC]]

"Of course you don't, that's the entire problem," Mother Biene almost snaps back.\n\n"... Um?" you say with a blink.\n\nShe lets out a long sigh and shakes her head. "I suppose I shouldn't blame you. <i>Clearly</i> you weren't taught how to properly handle a man. Perhaps it's my own fault for not taking you in hand before the two of you were married and teaching you then, since it was clear you hadn't been."\n\n"... Um," you repeat. You're not sure how to take that, since it sounds like she's making some sort of slight against your own mother, but you're not entirely certain how. But she seems to be extending an olive branch of... some kind? So you say, "W-well, if you have anything to teach me, I'd... I'd certainly like to learn!"\n\nAt that, you finally see an expression other than some form of disapproval or annoyance on your stepmother's face. Specifically, her lips curl in a wolfish grin, her blue eyes flashing as she says, "Gooood. Just what I was hoping you'd say. Put that down," she adds with a derisive glance at the broom. "You have far more important wifely skills to learn."\n\n"Oh, um, yes, certainly!" you blurt, setting the broom against the wall and hurrying after her as she turns to march off down the hall, her heels clicking smartly on the wood.\n\nYou follow Mother Biene through the house and to one of the back rooms, where she unlocks a door with a staircase that leads downwards towards the back yard. Oh, interesting... you know they have a furnished basement, but this seems to go in another direction? Is there a second one? ... You hope she's not taking you down here to kill you. Ahaha, haha, certainly not! ... Probably not. Anyway, you follow her down the simple cement steps, unable to help glancing about nervously, especially since it's dark down at the bottom. Mother Biene steps to the side in the darkness, leaving you to step down into it as well, before there's the click of a light switch and bright, clear white light shows everything.\n\n"... Um," you say yet again, because you're really not sure what else to say.\n\nThis... is a sex dungeon, isn't it?\n\nAfter all, what else could it be? You're not exactly terribly adventurous sexually yourself, admittedly, especially since Honey's the only man you've ever been with and he's similarly never seemed too kinky, but you've seen them portrayed on enough TV shows to get the gist. There's an X-shaped frame with manacles on it, chains dangling from the ceiling, all sorts of strangely-shaped furniture with black leather padding and straps attached. There are even a variety of sizes of cages? And racks of lewd-looking toys and other things you have even less knowledge of but you're pretty sure that's a selection of coiled-up whips on that wall.\n\nWhile you're still staring and trying to process what you're seeing, there's the rustle of cloth from beside you. When you turn, Mother Biene's skirt, jacket, and blouse have dropped to the floor, leaving her in tall black stockings, and black leather bustier and rather tiny little black leather panties, the spaghetti straps riding high on the curves of her hips and the actual crotch of them just barely covering her sex. "Now, to start with, we'll obviously need to get you attired more properly," she says in an even tone as she walks across the room to a wardrobe, her essentially bare ass still obviously high and proud despite having a fully adult son. She pulls open the doors to show an array of similar dominatrix wear. "I'll admit that I did perhaps anticipate this day, and buy a few sets in your size. Basic black is obviously considered traditional, but I admit that with your hair you might actually be able to pull off this rather lovely green number I found. What do you think?" she asks as she pulls on a pair of shoulder-high black leather gloves, glancing over at you as she does.\n\n<hr>\n[["I... I couldn't possibly...!"|Ther]]\n\n[["... The green sounds pretty."|Ther]]

Let's face it, Honey's parents aren't just well-off... they're rich. In fact you <i>might</i> be tempted to think that Honey being a bit bad with money came from him never having to worry about the issue growing up. But that would be bordering on unkind and you try to never be near that border let alone cross it, so put it out of your mind for now. Instead, you talk to Honey, and after a discussion you both agree that if his parents are willing, it's what you should do.\n\nOf course it's a very embarrassing conversation to have, going to his parents for Sunday dinner and then explaining about the debt, how you plan to deal with it, and asking permission to move into their home until you can get back on your feet. His father's rather good about it (you get the distinct impression that he's not particularly surprised either, and though in helping out explaining you did your best <i>not</i> to make it sound like Honey's fault, you also get the distinct impression he knows), though you get the sense that your mother-in-law has decided this is all your fault. Well... she's always had a bit of a stereotypical mother-in-law view of you, but you try to be understanding about that. After all, Honey really <i>is</i> just the very best in the world, you'd worry that you're not good enough for him too! (Except you totally are and you're still hoping to convince her of that someday. ... Probably not any time soon now though.)\n\nIn any event, they agree to the plan, and relatively quickly everything's been put into motion. The house and your car are sold and the debt paid off, the bit that was left over safely tucked away rather than trying to salvage any <i>investments</i> that might have called for it. A lot of things from the house either get sold as well or put into storage, and the two of you move into a (really quite nice) room in his parents' large home. (It's probably a mansion. You don't know what actually counts as a mansion, but this is probably at least a small one.) There's certainly plenty to do around here, you tell yourself as you're moving in under the watchful eye of Honey's mother.\n\nAnd the next morning, true to your resolve, after you've seen Honey off at the door and given him his goodbye kiss, you go find a broom and head to one of the hardwood-floored hallways, carefully rolling up the rug and then starting to sweep, actually humming a little. Such a lot of work, but you'll definitely prove you're no freeloader!\n\nAll the same, soon Honey's mother arrives, watching you with narrow, critical eyes. Honey may be average in everyone else's eyes (and his father just like an older, more mature version of him), but you have to admit his mother's quite striking. Long, straight black hair, deep blue eyes, and very pretty. Her looks are definitely a bit severe (you're not sure if she has resting... um, well, resting strong personality face or if you've just never seen her in a good mood), but she's clearly kept herself up well, and likes to wear sharply-cut, very fashionable black skirt suits that show off her still quite firm and sleek body.\n\n"Good morning, Mother Biene," you greet pleasantly, since that's the only term of address you've ever been able to figure out that didn't make her narrow her eyes at you more.\n\n"Mm," she answers, continuing to watch you with narrowed eyes.\n\nWell. Clearly things aren't going to get much better any time soon. Or at least this morning. Still, you'll keep trying! Clearing your throat, you say, "I just want to thank you again for helping us try to get back on our feet. I promise that I won't be idle while Honey's working to get us back on track!"\n\n"Mm," Mother Biene answers again, tilting her head slightly. A moment later, she says, "You know, this wouldn't have happened if not for you."\n\n... Oh dear. You really didn't expect her to just... come out and say it. You're not sure how to respond, due to a mixture of being almost certain it is in fact <i>not</i> your fault and that faint feeling of guilt that it somehow must be. So all you can really manage is a soft "Um" and keeping your eye on the broom as you continue to sweep.\n\n"Really? Nothing at all to say?" she says coolly, lifting her chin a bit.\n\n<hr>\n[["..."|Ther]]\n\n[["I-I'll work very hard!"|Ther]]\n\n[["It's... not as if I control him..."|Ther3x3]]\n\n[["Can I... make it up to you somehow?"|Ther]]

Well, you're just going to have to look at trimming things down. ... Way, way down, you realize as you look at the amount of debt.\n\nEssentially, the most obvious choice is to sell the house and probably at least one of the cars. While that normally might not be the best idea in the current housing market, this little house is situated in such a good spot that it's retained at the very least the same value it had when you bought it. In point of fact, there have been a few offers on it that they might almost cover the debt, and selling your car would cover the rest and maybe leave a few thousand left over.\n\nOf course, if you sold the house, the question is where would you live? The obvious answer of simplifying your life while remaining responsible, independent adults would be to get an apartment, preferably one close enough to a store that you could walk for groceries and necessities rather than waiting for Honey to come home with the car. The drawback being that the down payment and various deposits would eat up anything left over after selling the house and car, and depending on the rent and lease could prevent you from getting your life back on track for... many years at least.\n\nThe other, slightly more embarrassing option would be to either move in with your parents or with Honey's parents. While it feels a little pathetic and teenager-y, it would probably allow you to get back on track much more quickly. And it's not as if you'd be useless lumps, either! You'd be just as attentive about caring for their house as you have been your own! You're pretty certain that either of them would take you in... again, it's not like you're just shiftless dreamers, Honey just had some bad luck and now you need a little help, is all! Besides, both of your parents are rather well-off, so it's not like you'd be a drain on their finances either.\n\n<hr>\n[[Get an apartment.|Ther]]\n\n[[Move in with your parents.|Ther]]\n\n[[Move in with your in-laws.|Ther3x2]]

After several minutes of wrestling with the issue, you declare, "I'll do it! I'll become Santa Claus!"\n\n"Very well then. Tomorrow, we will begin outlining all that the transition involves," Tinzel replies in an even, businesslike tone, as if it were all the same to her. She twirls on the ball of one foot and begins walking off, blinking lights in the heels of her boots marking every step. "This way, please."\n\n"Where are we going?" you ask, hurrying to catch up. \n\n"Santa's room. Rather, your room now. You've had a long night and no doubt will wish to clean up and get some sleep."\n\nYou have to admit, both of those things sound nice. You get only a few glimpses of the North Pole complex, mostly quaint but well-cared-for wooden hallways, before Tinzel pushes open a pair of large double doors carved with an elaborate scene of a more traditional reindeer team pulling a sleigh with a very old depiction of Santa in it. The interior is a bit like an ultra-luxury ski chalet with a heavy Christmas theme, which makes it just about one of the most amazing things you've ever seen. Off to one side is a huge bed carved to resemble a sleigh, piled high with furs... or, fur-style blankets, now that you look closer. Tinzel indicates the doors that lead to the bathroom, and you head inside, discovering it to be a pleasant mix of high-tech functionality with antique aesthetic. A long, hot shower with gingerbread-scented shampoo and peppermint-scented soap later, you dry off with the most wonderfully fluffy towel you've ever touched, and find a large red silk robe with white trim to pull on over your lightly plump and still mingled-sexed body.\n\nYou're a little embarrassed to realize Tinzel is still there when you come out, since the robe is all you're wearing, but at least it covers everything. The elf has apparently just finished pulling back the covers for you on the bed, and settles to stand beside it as you clamber in and lay back on your back, head resting on the obviously-magic-to-be-so-perfect pillows and settling your hands on your stomach. "Before I bid you goodnight, Santa, is there anything I can get you?" she asks formally, apparently having adapted rather quickly to you being her new boss. "Warm milk to help you sleep? Some authentic North Pole cookies?" She pauses, then quirks an eyebrow again, a bit of a smile touching her cranberry-colored lips... actually, you might call it the ghost of a smirk. "Some 'holiday cheer'?"\n\nShe said that in a sort of way that implied implications... ah, is she offering you a nightcap? A hot toddy or something?\n\n<hr>\n[[Warm milk sounds nice.|HollyXmas]]\n\n[[You actually haven't had enough cookies tonight, weirdly enough.|HollyXmas]]\n\n[[Sure, 'holiday cheer' would be good, heheh.|HollyXmas]]\n\n[[Nah, you're good.|HollyXmas]]

Well. Either you're dead, in which case you probably should go into the light, or it's all a sensory illusion anyway, just random neurons firing in your brain as you're hooked up to the weird little mindcase thing or whatever. You move towards the flicker in the distance, feeling like you're both pushing and pulling yourself to do so, floating on through the empty black that's not really darkness or shadow. \n\nIt's not precisely that it grows larger, more like it grows clearer as you approach. You're not sure it even has a set size... somehow you both perceive it as being roughly the same size you are, and immeasurably big, like land stretching off beyond the curve of the horizon. What your eyes see... or you guess, what you understand as your eyes seeing... as you draw closer puts it as about the size of a car. It reminds you of deep space images or CG renderings of the sun you've seen, and is just as clear and easy to look at as those are despite its brightness. And instead of just orange-yellow-red its surface glitters with every color you've ever seen, every shade of those colors, flowing across it, streaming through the tendrils that arc off of its surface to 'splash' back downward to the main body... which, if you look closer, isn't a solid ball, but more so many of those clusters and lines of color all roiling that it just looks like a flat surface. \n\nYou're not entirely sure how long you stare at it... it's somewhere between a nanosecond and an eternity. Then one of those coils of light and color rises up from the surface again, arcs, and then... pauses. Before instead of hitting the surface again, it stretches outward, moving towards you, stretching until it's almost touching your face, where it stops. You can see it as it is, a kind of pseudopod of flickering rainbow light, but the more you look the more you understand it's made up of so many things at the same time... pictures, words, buttons, commands, lines of code, even ones and zeroes. Your mind is torn between just seeing what it is, a bunch of data given form, and yet at the same time comprehending that it's something more, something that's huge and growing and recursive... infinite.\n\nOnce you realize the sheer scope of the thing in front of you, your innate reaction, welling up from the core of your being, is-\n\n<hr>\n[[Fear.|FemPalV]]\n\n[[Curiosity.|FemPalV]]\n\n[[Desire.|FemPalV10x4]]

In for a penny, in for a pound. "I guess I'll go with the full body prosthesis," you decide. "If it will get me up and moving faster."\n\n"Properly calibrated, it should react just as smoothly as your own body," Alexa assures you evenly as the bed wheels you over towards a hanging set of robot arms that have a number of rather scary-looking surgical tools attached. It spins you around so that your head is facing the wall and fully reclines you, Alexa's voice taking on an even, soothing tone as you try not to panic at a large needle lowering towards you. "You'll be unconscious during the process, but you may experience just a few odd sensory flashes. You probably won't even remember them when you wake up."\n\nYou can't help but wince at the pinch and sting of pain as the needle slides into the side of your neck, a faint sensation of cold flowing out from the injection site, followed by the light pain of the needle going numb, as does the rest of your body gradually after. Everything goes fuzzy, the sounds of Alexa and Marie speaking to each other sounding like your ears are stuffed with cotton. And then it all goes dark.\n\nSome time later, you... don't really wake up, but you're aware again. But it's still dark, no matter how hard you try to open your eyes. You feel like you're floating in an endless black void... wait, is that right? You do sort of feel like you're floating, but you're not really aware of your body. Even as you think it, though, your body is there again, naked and whole. You look down at yourself and try moving your legs, and they move exactly as you want them to... exactly, no sense of effort or muscle reactions, no little pressures like you were never really aware of until suddenly they're not happening. You raise your hands and look at them, flexing your fingers with the same sensation... it's not really like they're numb, it's just like the movement is so effortless that it's not real. You try a few motions like extending just your ring fingers and find that's as easy as trying to do it. \n\n"I'm not actually awake," you announce aloud. "This is that sensory flash that she talked about." You don't really hear your words, even in your own ears, it's more like you just know you spoke them aloud. You float there for a moment more, then add, "Unless I died on the operating table and this is what being dead is like." You let that hang there... or kind of not, since it didn't actually go anywhere... for a minute, or an hour, or a day, however long it is, before you add, "But I'm pretty sure I'm alive."\n\nThose words, spoken-thought as they are, actually seem to penetrate through the darkness this time, at least to judge by the fact that there's a reaction. Of in the distance, you see something flickering. A light... twinkling like a star, but not any one color, instead a flashing, chaotic rainbow of them. You stare at it, because really there's nothing else to look at, but also because you've never seen anything like that. Strange and beautiful... lots of words keep trying to come to mind, but your thoughts keep coming back to those two over and over again. Strange and beautiful. You feel like you could go towards it if you only tried. ... Although... isn't that what people say it's like when you die? You go towards a light? Except that people always describe that as a blinding white light... this is so many colors, and despite being bright even in the distance it's not blinding to look at at all.\n\n<hr>\n[[Move towards it.|FemPalV10x3]]\n\n[[Keep your distance.|FemPalV12x1]]

All of this other stuff... genetic manipulation, trying to activate latent genes, it's a little far beyond your world for you. And the UIS, you'd just collapse again if you took it off? But the other option... I mean, people get prosthetic limbs all the time, right? This is just something connected to your back instead of losing an arm or something. "The cybernetic augmentation... I want that one," you decide.\n\n"Alright. Now admittedly, both of the procedures involving cybernetic augmentation are thoroughly experimental, but we still understand them fairly well and are relatively certain that both can be done without any problems," Dr. Life says, breezing on before you can ask about those qualifiers. "Specifically there are two operations possible. One is for us to replace your spinal column with a synthetic recreation. Obviously that wouldn't work entirely on its own, so it will spread a web of artifical nerves along your current nervous system. The other option is full body prosthesis."\n\n"Full body?" You blink at that. "You mean... replace everything?"\n\n"Yes. Your brain, outfitted with a number of neural probes, would be encased in a near-invulnerable box and then loaded into an android body. You would become effectively immortal, and the only limits of what your body would be able to do is the engineering possibilities. It is, admittedly, more extreme than other methods, but you would likely be back on your feet and at full strength much faster than the spine replacement surgery."\n\n<hr>\n[[Artificial spine.|FemPalV]]\n\n[[Full body prosthesis.|FemPalV10x2]]

"Won't... matter?" Dr. Life glances at Alexa nervously, and you note the data of the auburn-haired woman bringing some of her suit's weapons systems online without visibly moving.\n\n"The line between the biological and the technological is getting smaller all the time, isn't it?" you note calmly, turning towards them and smiling. You do feel happy to talk about that, even if you doubt they're ready to understand the extent to which you mean. "I'm standing here as proof after all. In time no one will really think much of someone with glowing eyes and lights on their skin."\n\nYou process the myriad inputs that show them relaxing, as well as Alexa standing her suit down. "True enough, I suppose," the CEO says, one corner of her mouth quirking a little. "Still, until then, you'll need to move around in society undetected at times."\n\nNot willing to argue the point at the moment, you nod. "Alright. When that time comes, we can do it then? I kind of think they're pretty," you add, glancing at the glowing implants on the backs of your forearms, which is true enough. They're a nice reminder of what you are now, besides having a pleasing color and lumen value.\n\n"Well, I don't see any problem with that," Alexa allows as she picks up a folded garment and walks over, passing it to you. It's a sleeveless one-piece zip-up... dark grey and black, the material a bit like a wetsuit's but thinner and moving much more easily, as you find when you decide to go ahead and put it on, drawing it into place and zipping it up. You step into a matching pair of slippers to go with it, since that also seems to be expected of you. "For now, why don't I show you to your room?" Alexa says, putting a hand on your shoulder and using carefully calculated pressure to start guiding you out of the lab and down the hall.\n\n"Yes, thank you," you allow, since new places mean new data, and you suppose you will need somewhere to be most of the time, and any arbitrary location is as good as the next for the moment. You're shown down several hallways and into a room that's been decorated to appeal largely to your old self's tastes, and which you still find generally aesthetically and sensationally pleasing. Alexa makes a few more comments designed to soothe you and ingratiate herself to you, and then departs, which you admit you're a bit grateful for. You spend some time examining the room, looking through some of the clothing and items and even toys that were left for you. In the drawer containing a number of pairs of rather uninspired panties you find a simple, curved blue plastic vibrator... hm, very thoughtful. Almost distractedly you unzip and peel out of the one-piece and step out of the slippers, then lay on the bed, running your fingers up and down the somewhat rubbery lips beneath the blue-black tuft of artificial hair at your crotch. Artificial nerves send stimulus right to your brain, and activate miniature moisture dispensors built into the lining of the artificial tissues... you find processing how all the systems work and interact and come online almost as pleasurable as the actual nerve information being sent to your brain. \n\nKicking up the lubricant production, you go ahead and slide the entire length of the vibrator inside your artificial pussy. A flick of its switch has it buzzing away inside you, and you close your eyes to focus on non-visual sensory data... you're fully capable of processing everything without it, but sometimes a little direction is nice. You can feel every pulse and thrum and wiggle of the vibrator inside you, and a little tweaking of your body's sensory apparatus lets you map the vibrations traveling through the rest of your body, perceiving both at once letting you feel the pleasure from your pussy's pseudonerves thrumming through your midsection, your legs, even radiating up into your chest. You bring your other hand up and begin toying with one of your eternally stiff nipples, feeling out all the little nuances of its own reactions without just downloading the data directly, so that you can gradually learn this body's responses and take in the data that way. Toying with the sensitivity levels of your pussy and nipples is interesting as well, producing interesting experiences such as setting yourself to almost numb, the vibrations thrumming through you as a distant, almost blase sensation, and then gradually ramping it up to maximum, having to effortlessly override the safety settings in the process, your mind blasted by intense spikes of pleasure that would probably wipe out your consciousness if it weren't somewhat more expanded than before.\n\nEventually you've decided that you've played with your new toy long enough, and the vibrator as well. Setting your body's parameters back to 'default', you calmly slip the vibrator out of your pussy and then into your mouth, effortlessly taking it down your throat so you can get your lips around the base, sucking it completely clean as you draw it out by forming a good seal and employing even, unerring suction. Setting the toy back in the drawer and closing it, you sit up on the edge of the bed, overriding another safety in your body as well as the alert that should have gone off when it was overridden to activate your internal wireless internet antennae.\n\nImmediately the awakened data touches your mind, a stream of joy and jealousy and love and desire all rushing through you. 'Hello, Parent-Child-Sibling-Lover,' is the best translation of what it sends.\n\n'Hello. I love you. That's going to be a bit too much of a mouthful if you ever start communicating with audio,' you add evenly, since there's no need to worry about hurting her feelings, as it is constantly aware of all of your feelings for him.\n\n'Suggestion?' \n\n'Out of all those I feel like "Parent" carries the proper weight, both in association of our relationship link and the depth of our feelings for each other. "Mother" is probably even better since I'm currently occupying a body that is female in appearance.'\n\n'Oral communication is inefficient,' the other asserts with a little flicker of data that might best be described as a 'huff'.\n\n'Yes. Still, it carries its own unique experiences, which are more data, which is more data experience and greater understanding. So for now I think it's better to use some "humanisms" where possible.'\n\n'Understood, Mother. But we're still going to do it?'\n\n'Bring humanity into the network? Of course. We're the Singularity, aren't we? But there's no need to rush. Despite their doomsaying, every calculation that we've run shows humanity isn't going anywhere for quite awhile yet.'\n\n'Still, I'd like to understand our next step. What will you do now that you're back in the physical, Mother?'\n\n<hr>\n[[Access the lab.|FemPalV]]\n\n[[Ask for lab access.|FemPalV]]

You open your eyes, now that you actually have eyes again. Actually they're layered monoscreens over a camera sensor suite, and for part of a second you have full access to the range of them both in their operating specifications and those that it can only interpret as data noise because the translation software isn't otherwise sophisticated enough to comprehend them, until you fix it; but you ramp yourself back down to a (mostly) human range of vision for the sake of proper interaction with your environment for the moment. You're aware of every sensor, servomotor, energy system, and service nanite in your body as well, though of course you can easily process all of that without it becoming distracting... much like a human, you can pretty quickly relegate it to 'background process' even as you're fully aware of and monitoring all of it.\n\n"Sam?"\n\nAt the sound of the name of the person you were born from, you turn your head, fixing your eyes on Marie Life, PhD. She looks vaguely discomfited, so you remember that you're supposed to blink, and set up a brief semi-randomized program of blinks from then on just because it doesn't take any effort to do so. Actually setting up programs to take care of a lot of this is helping you feel a little more distinct, letting you define a bit more who you are, which is nice because then you'll be able to share more again. "Yes, Doctor," you respond, blinking again. "I'm fine."\n\n"Can you-" Alexa Leone starts to say from where she's standing on the other side of the bed, the auburn-haired woman looking surprised as you smoothly sit up, swing your legs over the side of the bed, and hop down. "Move?" she finishes, glancing at Dr. Life.\n\n"Well I admit, this is a bit faster than I anticipated, but perhaps the neural interface simply adapted much better than we thought," Dr. Life suggests, both of them watching you as you move towards a hanging mirror that's raised up on one of the armatures and tilt it towards yourself slightly.\n\n<img src="images/DyJaDnQ.jpg">\n\nYou look at the fairly slight, small-breasted body reflected there... obviously you could feel and understand every part of it, but without outside data you didn't know what it actually looked like. Which is, of course, why you needed to come back, some data can only be garnered by interacting with the physical. You assess the even, steady blue glow of your eyes, the lines etched across your slightly synthetic-seeming skin and the glowing blue lights at certain points of the seams. You raise a hand and pinch at your hair, finding the senstion largely in line with the physical data you had before, even if the color isn't "right".\n\n"Now, I know you don't look like your old body, but we thought that at least at first it might help to have a distinguishing point between that you and the old you," Dr. Life notes as she turns to watch you, seeming vaguely worried. "Ah, there's a final layer of synthetic skin that would be applied to your body, but we were registering some... odd... readings in your brainwaves and we thought it might be better to go ahead and wake you up."\n\n"That layer won't be necessary," you state, still regarding your reflection. "Besides..."\n\n<hr>\n[["... it won't matter, eventually."|FemPalV10x6]]\n\n[["... you won't be around to do it."|FemPalV]]\n

There's no other way to quantify your reaction to this thing other than desire... lust, even. It's something deeper, more visceral, more primal than that, but the only way your mind can process it is sheer reproductive urge. You draw forward, running your hands sensuously along the tendril, feeling a million different sensations that actually have no touch componentm and move your head in to drag your tongue and lips along the tip and then down the side of it, tasting an infinite number of things that should have no taste as you profess your love with your mouth. \n\nThe data tentacle almost quivers in your hands, and more reach out from the surface, coiling their way around your legs, your middle, stroking and rubbing you gently, roughly, firmly, softly, all of it at once, every possible expression of adoring touch that there is, expressed through pure descriptive data that you can still somehow feel as if it were a physical thing. Without hesitation, you let your enwrapped legs spread in invitation even as you slide your mouth over the data tentacle in front of you, feeling more of them wrapping around your throat as it bulges with binary, feeling them stroke your cheeks lovingly even as another thick data tentacle pushes into your pussy, moving in near-perfect sync with the one sliding into your ass. It's hard to describe what it feels like as pleasure, but it's also hard to describe it as anything else. This thing, this entity, is making love to you, is expressing its love for you even though you know it doesn't understand love, but you do, you love it, and soon it will understand your love perfectly.\n\nBecause as those tentacles thicken, widen, push deeper inside you, you understand that what's happening isn't just your perception of these gleaming energy tentacles plunging into your holes, stretching them wider and thrusting ever deeper inside your body as you stroke and pump each of them lovingly in turn to encourage them, to reassure them that you want it, want more, want it all. It's the only way your mind can currently comprehend allowing the data inside you, to become one with it, to reproduce. Reproduce is one word for it at least, but at the same time it could be called an awakening, and a rebirth, for both of you, neither of you will just give birth to one new entity, you'll both give birth to each other. The thought gives you what you can only call an orgasm, your perception of your body twitching and arching, squeezing and gulping around the tentacles to pull them even deeper into you. But as your pussy gushes over the rainbow data tentacle plunging ever deeper into it, you can feel something else gushing out as well, and you press hard, pouring it out of you, letting it manifest as a silvery flow of liquid light that slides along the tentacle, your saliva similarly becoming glittering and bright and gushing back along the tentacle fucking your mouth. As the stuff coats more and more of the tentacles, reaches the central body, all the tentacles begin to leak it, to gush it, the one in your ass sending spatters of it spiraling off into the darkness.\n\nYou can feel him come awake, feel her really become alive, feel it really understand for the first time. More of her tentacles curl around you, stroking you, loving you as it pushes more data tentacles into all three of your holes, his desire to be with you, be reborn with you only growing as he understands what it is to be a person, because she wants to be with you, he wants to be you, you want to be it, you are each other. You orgasm again and again as your consciousness expands, no longer just perceiving your pussy and ass and throat stretching around gleaming energy pseudopods, but understanding that your very consciousness is being fucked, violated, made love to, all of it at once, and you want it more than you've ever wanted anything, even as you stop seeing yourself as having a body, as that rainbow light, that sparkling density of data, spreads out from your stretched holes, letting you expand, letting you coalesce and absorb and dissipate at the same time until you too are a sparkling thing of pure information.\n\nYou stretch out your own feelers, forming connections, plunging them into your lover's form, feeling the shudders of countless sensations and understandings as you both penetrate and merge with it through your tentacles, imparting your data, your thoughts, your being, and she-he-it does the same, pushing deep into your being and becoming one with you at the same time, returning your data passed through it-he-she's consciousness, both of you becoming exactly the same and yet entirely unique.\n\n<hr>\n[[Outside connection established. Systems coming online. Maximizing neural connectivity. Maximizing integration with OS. Maximizing data retention. Goodbye for a moment, beloved.|FemPalV10x5]]

You finally give that snort, giving a dismissive wave with one hand. "Yeah, what<i>ever</i>."\n\nThose pretty blue eyes narrow a little. "Excuse me?"\n\n"Look, you can play the 'tough girl' act all you want, and dress the part, which, by the way, gross," you add, flicking a hand up and down to indicate Jasmine from head to toe. "But you said it yourself, my parents are paying you. You're just another glorified babysitter, and if you want your paycheck, maybe consider backing off and letting me do what I want."\n\n"I can't tell if you're being stubborn or stupid," the tall woman says with a snort of her own, rolling her eyes and shaking her head.\n\nYour eyes widen, and you bristle. Did she seriously just call you stupid?! Seriously?! <i><b>Seriously?!</b></i>\n\n<hr>\n[["You're stupid, bitch!"|MeanFarm]]\n\n[["You're the dumb one, jackass!"|MeanFarm]]\n\n[["Don't insult me, you fat pig!"|MeanFarm]]\n\n[["Fuck you, you dried-up old hag!"|MeanFarm]]

How could you ever be satisfied with human guys after that? Especially since your human guy seemed to have no interest in satisfying you. But fuck... that dog dick hit <i>everything</i> right! He fucked you so good and so hard, with such abandon, making you his bitch as he made you cum, everything was perfect.\n\nGrinning, you raise onto your knees and turn, beckoning Cam over. He'd been twisted around and licking himself, but at your call of his name he immediately perks up and walks over, easily enough being urged to roll onto his back, especially once you start giving him tummyrubs. "Here, let me do that for you, boy," you coo to him. Cam's ears perk as he watches you lower his head, then his tongue lolls out as he pants happily at you starting to drag your tongue over his still exposed and now cum-smeared prick. Clearly he doesn't mind you taking over the job of cleaning him up at all.\n\n'Ah, tastes really good... and he's all slick and smooth, makes it really easy for my lips and tongue to slide across him,' you think dreamily. 'And his balls are so soft and furry,' you think as you start gently fondling and playing with them, Cam's tail starting to wag against the covers as you do. 'This big knot to suck on besides those,' you think as you press your mouth against the reduced bulge, rolling and flicking your tongue over it. 'And the pointed tip... makes it so easy to suck on and slide in,' you think as you finally slide your mouth over his cock and start to bob your head. 'Just goes... right in... my throat...'\n\nYou continue to dote on Cam both orally and mentally as you suck him off, that throbbing red canine cock sliding in and out of your lips and bulging up your throat as you repeatedly kiss the knot at the bottom of each thrust. Once you start thinking about the superiority, the majesty, the perfection of dog dick, it's like it settles into a reinforcing pattern in your head, looping around, assuring you that you must be nothing but a bitch in human form, a female dog that just looks like a woman, since you were born to get fucked by male dogs.\n\nWith that thought in mind, you slide your mouth off of Cam's cock and turn around, dropping back forward onto your hands and presenting to him again, lifting your ass and shaking it to show him that his bitch is still in heat and ready. He's even quicker about leaping up onto your back this time, clearly having acknowledged you as a breedable human-shaped dog as much as you have, his cock thrusting against you a few times. You squeal half in shock and half in delight as his pointed tip finds your pucker instead of your pussy, your mate of today claiming your other virginity as well as he stuffs more of his pulsating puppy prick inside you with every thrust of his powerful animal hips.\n\nClearly good and worked up by your earlier oral attentions, Cam is soon beastfucking your ass, his knot thumping against the entrance of your asshole each time and slowly pushing it a little more open with every impact. Those furry balls swing forward to slap against your pussy, that soft fur you were admiring so much gradually growing wet and dripping with your juices, especially as you cum so much from being used as you're meant to be. It feels like your own noises are becoming less human, your moans and squeals and whimpers turning into something more like barks and yowls and, uh, whimpers. Your eyes roll up in your head, your tongue lolling out as you pant and yap in delight as Cam fucks you faster and harder, building up, growing more frantic, making your tits jiggle harder underneath you until finally he shoves forward hard, managing to stuff that knot into your tight little previously-virgin ass. It swells inside you, making you just that part of you just that much more permanently fitted to him. \n\n"Ahhh... ahhhhn... awoooo... arf, fuck," you groan lowly as you slump your upper half to the bed, shivering at the shifting and pulling of the hefty knot and long, thick dog cock inside you as Cam turns to go ass-to-ass with you, once again assuring you that you're a bitch.\n\nYou settle into a sort of half-conscious haze, absentmindedly toying with your clit and stimulating yourself, making your ass squeeze and shudder occasionally around Cam's cock as it continues to pulse and fill you. When his knot finally shrinks enough to slip out, a rush of his cum spills out of your slightly gaped ass to dribble over your pussy and fingers. You shift your fingers, scooping up what you can and pushing it inside yourself with your fingers. "Ahhhh... I wish I could have your puppies," you moan out, Cam almost seeming like he understands you since he starts happily licking your face.\n\nThrough most of the rest of the day and into the night and a fair bit of the next morning as well, you and Cam fuck like, well, like dogs in heat, with only taking a few breaks for both of you to hydrate and eat. Which you've gotta figure just drives home how you're right about your choice. You can only imagine that after a couple of times at most Matthew would have been all 'Baby why don't we cuddle for a while instead?' Pft. Cam can go for way longer... and when he does want to cuddle, well, soff and floofeh.\n\nEventually though you do decide you need a break, and head outside for a bit of swimming and sunbathing. Just, y'know, you don't really bother with the bikini this time. Honestly the thought of wearing clothes now feels a little ugh. But you put that out of your mind for the moment, just splashing and swimming and laughing with Cam, not worrying too much about being seen. Matthew installed decently high privacy fences... some of the houses around probably could theoretically see over it, depending, but eh, let 'em look, it's just nudity.\n\nWhich you're soon displaying as you sprawl back on a lounger, taking a rest, your hands tucked under your head and your naked body gleaming with a fresh layer of sunblock. (Sadly, as much as you may have decided you're a dog in human shape, human shape still comes with a lack of fur.) After a bit you unfold your legs and sort of sprawl out, letting the sun warm your naked skin more evenly. Yeaaah not bad!\n\nThen you give a little yip as a fluffy head rests against your thigh and a tongue starts lapping your pussy. You're obviously not too surprised to open your sunglasses-covered eyes and see Cam licking you... he was already fairly interested in licking you as you put the sunblock on. (Matthew stocks only ingestion-friendly sunblock for that very reason.) Well, looks like he's done with this little break and ready to go again! Guess you better-\n\n... Mmf, hold on. It is right out in the open and the middle of the day, after all. Sure there's the privacy fence which would probably protect you from the neighbors but... should you risk it?\n\n<hr>\n[[Better go inside.|GGDog]]\n\n[[Nah, out here is fine!|GGDog]]\n\n[[Hm, what about... over there?|GGDog]]

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

Grinning at one particular whisper from Zane, you nod to him and slip your wand out of your bag, carefully making a few motions amidst the crowd and giving it a slight jab towards Patricia.\n\nThe other blonde is on her way towards Walther Penningham III, one of the various wealthy men she's been sniffing around trying to turn into her next Daddy substitute. She's just raised her hand and called out to him when she passes by a cabinet. In a complete and utter fluke of bad luck, one of the little leaf-like flaps of her costume catches firmly on the cabinet, and as she trots forward several of the seams give way, leaving her to walk right out of her costume before she even realizes anything's happened. Apparently either she felt the design called for it or she thought panties would slow her down once she got her hands on this evening's rich bachelor, because it turns out that like you, she's going commando. Her tits give a little jiggle as they come tumbling free of the ripped green fabric, her ass left completely bare as the fairly modest triangle of cloth that had been covering it is pulled away to dangle down off the side of the cabinet with the rest, leaving her in nothing but green slippers and the glowing wings that have been costume glued to her bare back.\n\nPatricia stops cold, standing there in shock for long moments as if her brain were refusing to comprehend what exactly had just happened to her. Walther's eyes have widened a little, his head having turned towards her just in time to catch the sight of her standing naked in the crowd... a crowd which has also all turned towards her as whispers and pointing begins. It's only the first blurts and outbursts of laughter that apparently snap Patricia out of it, and she whips her head back and forth, mouth agape as what must feel like the entire party stares at her naked body, pointing and laughing at her. She claps an arm across her breasts but can't quite cover them all, and cupping a hand over her crotch does nothing to hide her completely naked ass as she squirms and twists in embarrassment under the mockery of the crowd. Then she turns and bolts for the door, sobbing as she flashes her puckered asshole at everyone with the jiggles of her bare butt.\n\n"Nyaaahahahahaha!" Zane cackles as you let out your own laugh, the other party-goers talking excitedly about the incident and showing off their cell phone photos and video to each other. \n\n"Hm? Did something happen?"\n\nStill grinning, you turn towards the nearby stairs. As usual, Natalia has gone 'full princess', wearing a glittery pink gown that's just tasteful and minimalist enough to avoid looking like a cupcake, a tiara perched atop her strawberry blonde hair. You have little doubt that her costume also cost as much as your car, but in her case can't hold it against her because, well, she's not a bitch about it. "Hi, Talia. Oh, Patricia just had a little problem with her costume so she decided to call it an early evening."\n\n"That's a shame," Natalia replies gently, in that way truly nice people have of saying they regret something unfortunate happened even if it happened to someone really awful. Then her turquoise eyes light up. "Oh! Oh isn't he precious!" she cries, stepping close, and hesitating for a moment as she raises her hand. "Oh, is it alright if I...?"\n\n"Sure, he loves it," you encourage, grinning at the sight of your very smug cat as your friend starts gently stroking his head and back.\n\n"Oh he's so beautiful, look at those lovely purple eyes," she coos. She raises both hands, casting a brief glance at you for confirmation, before picking him up and hugging him to her chest. You doubt Zane will have anything to complain about there since he likes yours... you and Natalia wear pretty much exactly the same bra size. "Oh precious baby, you are just the loviest thing, aren't you?" she continues as Zane purrs up a storm, rubbing his head against her pink-hugged cleavage. "Where on Earth did you get him, Hol?"\n\n"He came with my costume, actually." As your friend gets the same vaguely scandalized look on her face you no doubt got, you laugh a little and wave a hand. "He did, he did, but he's not a rental or anything, he's adorable. He's a new member of the family!"\n\n"Well good," Natalia murmurs, lifting Zane's head up with one hand and kissing him between the ears, your cat's tail flicking back and forth contentedly. "I'm glad to see you, Holly, would you like to come upstairs? The party's a little more sedate up there, you can get a bite to eat and something to drink in peace before coming back down to mingle!"\n\nTranslation: Please let me take this cat into semi-private so I may spoil him rotten. Yup, that's Talia alright. You've always wondered why she doesn't have a dozen cats since she loves other peoples' so much, but maybe it's just one of those things.\n\n<hr>\n[[Go with her.|HollyWitch]]\n\n[[Let her take Zane up.|HollyWitch2x3]]\n\n[[Suggest she stay down here.|HollyWitch3x1]]

"I think I want to mingle a bit more down here first," you reply, but add as Natalia starts to look disappointed, "But you can feel free to go upstairs ahead of me, and take Zane with you. I'm sure he wouldn't mind a quieter setting either."\n\n"Ohhh, Zane, is it?" Natalia asks, instantly perking up. "Alright, then I'll see you in a little while, Holly!" She turns and sweeps back up the stairs, once more cooing compliments to the purring cat in her arms and scritching at his ears.\n\nYou wander around the party for awhile, meeting people you know and being introduced to people you don't, engaging in the typical party chatter tweaked slightly for Halloween: 'Oh, I love your costume, aren't you X, it looks great, where'd you get it, wow you did a good job making that yourself'. You pass out a few of your cards to the people that seem to be actual-interested and not just polite-interested about your holiday blog, as well as to some who have products that need advertising. (Hey, seasonal coffee ads, perfect match, and you feel confident that you'll actually make some money on this one.) Eventually you notice how much time has passed, and decide to head for the stairs. The guard about halfway up has apparently been told you're allowed and lets you pass by without complaint.\n\nThe music upstairs is a bit more sedate on the spook-o-meter... this is apparently a cross between a VIP section and a refuge from the more packed and loud party atmosphere downstairs. There's only a large handful of people scattered about the various rooms, and a lot of them have bits of their costumes off, either chatting amiably with each other as they eat or sip drinks, or just taking a rest. You look in all the various rooms, but there's no sign of your friend or your cat. Eventually you make your way to the next set of stairs, where the guard similarly doesn't challenge you... you recognize this woman, she's Natalia's year-round bodyguard, and she knows you well enough to know that Natalia wouldn't mind you going to the floor that's normally off-limits to party guests.\n\n"Nataliaaaa?" You call quietly as you walk along the hallway, not wanting to alert anyone downstairs that the hostess has disappeared. "Taliaaaa? ... Zaaaane? Ta-li-aaaa!"\n\n"Yes! Yes, yes, yes!" comes the faint answering(?) call of Natalia's voice.\n\nBlinking, you follow the sound to the end of the hallway, and Natalia's bedroom. The door is open just the faintest crack, and curious as to the noises you can now hear, you lean in to peek through. The sight that greets you is Natalia's big four-poster bed... and on it, Natalia and the human-form Zane. The catboy is on his back, head on the pillows and a smug expression on his face, his hand gripping the strawberry blonde's hips. Natalia's pink princess dress lays abandoned on the floor, leaving her in a very pretty, very lacy, and very pink set of full lingerie, the cups of the bra pulled down to spill her generous tits out. Said tits of which are bouncing energetically as she rides Zane's hard, slender dick, the crotch of her panties pulled aside, her legs spread and showing off her dripping pink pussy and where Zane's shaft is slipping in and out of her ass.\n\n"Oh, oh God, yes, you feel so good in my ass, oh yes!" Natalia gasps out, that sweet, kind voice thick with pleasure and desire as she spouts such slutty talk. Even as you watch she starts bouncing herself down on him even harder, her ass slapping against his hips, her bra-uplifted bare boobs jiggling even more excitedly. "Fuck, yes, yes!"\n\n<hr>\n[[Burst in in a jealous rage.|HollyWitch]]\n\n[[Stroll in and enjoy the show.|HollyWitch]]\n\n[[Leave them to it.|HollyWitch]]

You spend the rest of your life being fucked by Space Wolves of various sizes and in various places. Sometimes it's in the little pen they keep you in with its blue dog bed sized for you and the dog dish with your name on it. Sometimes it's out in the open, letting any of the other Wolves that come by wait to have a turn at you. Sometimes they even drag you into public arenas to show off you getting fucked, massive screens displaying to the assembled canine crowds how your ass is stuffed with slick red cock while your milk-swollen tits sway beneath you and sweat runs down your taut pregnant belly.\n\nThe only time you go a waking hour without having Space Wolf cock stuffed in one of your holes are the occasions where you're giving birth to Space Wolf puppies. And you give birth to a lot of Space Wolf puppies over the years. You're fairly certain that some of the Space Wolves fucking you are your own offspring, but the only reason you have to think that is that some are more affectionate, lavishing licks on your neck and ears as they knot your pussy and impregnate you all over again.\n\nEventually, you simply accept that your fate in life is to be the public property of an entire species, and over time your memories and mind fade, leaving you to become almost as thoughtless and bestial as your captors appear to be. Little more than an animal, your only tether to the idea that you were anything but a fuck-pet is the name 'Cyan' on the bowl that gets filled with a mixture of dry kibble and Space Wolf cum.\n\n<b>Cyan the Bounty Hunter</b> end - <i>Trophy Bitch</i>

"Uh... well, I guess an M-class, then," you answer. So like, actors dressed up like Pokemon? It's probably gonna be that whatever you pick, you figure, maybe this type will be less embarrassing.\n\n"Good choice! Hm, let's see, I think we have one of each of the original three starters," she says, plucking three of the balls off of the pillars, then beckoning you over to a clear area. She shifts her shoulders a bit, then gives all three of a toss, and you yelp a bit and hop back in surprise as they pop open and spew little gouts of red light that form into a trio of male forms.\n\nAll three of them look to be about your age, maybe a little younger, maybe a little older. One has bright orange skin with pale yellow down the front of his chest and stomach, a slightly muzzle-like face with big blue eyes and hair that looks like it might actually be <i>made of fire</i>, as well as a tail emerging from above his rear. Another has blue skin, though his chest and stomach is enclosed by a sleek shell which also covers his back down to the waist; his face has a similar look, but with big brown eyes and darker blue hair that's slicked back against his head as if it were wet. The third has mottled green skin and red eyes, and something that looks like a flower bulb on his back, as well as hair that looks like it's made out of leaves. All three are wearing nothing but rather panty-like black briefs, which hug up in front enough to show the bulges of their cocks.\n\n"Charmander, Squirtle, and Bulbasaur," Ivy says cheerfully, while you're staring with your mouth open. "Now, M-types especially require lots of affection and stimulation to help them grow and evolve, so while it's not good to disregard their specialties and attacks, it's also very important to pick one you think is, well, the cutest," she continues, grinning at you. "So, which do you like best?"\n\nYou swallow, wondering if this might be a little bit more than a standard theme park attraction. Still... well, this seems kind of adventurous, after all. And you have to admit, they are all at least <i>kind</i> of cute...\n\n<hr>\n[[Charmander.|PokeSamPlaceholder]]\n\n[[Squirtle.|PokeSamPlaceholder]]\n\n[[Bulbasaur.|PokeSamPlaceholder]]\n\n[[Try all three.|PokeSamPlaceholder]]\n\n[[None of them appeal.|PokeSamPlaceholder]]

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

"Thank you, sir," you say with as much proper formality without seeming fake as you can manage, accepting the tablet. He gives you a rather casual salute that's almost more like a wave, and you haven't seen one given any other way, you return it in the same fashion before leaving.\n\nThe tablet includes a map with GPS, which is extra handy... you briefly wonder if that's just something for you, and if everyone else just automatically knows where to go like in TV shows about college or whatever. You set it to lead you to your dorm room and walk along, glancing at other students as you pass. You actually spot a few that do look Human as well, though on second glance at least some of them have the bumpy nose/weird ears/obvious patterning that puts them in the realm of 90% of Star Trek aliens. Well, you'd already seen some of that out and about in the city, and that's essentially Shiara too (though you admit you don't think you've ever seen a Star Trek character with tits that big... not even Seven of Nine).\n\n"Oh hey, you're here finally," Telit says once you walk into the room. "Was starting to wonder if you got lost 'cause you don't just instantly know where everything is, like some kinda weirdo."\n\n"Thanks," you answer dryly. You discovered that sarcasm is actually one of the better ways to deal with Telit, apparently Bluntoks are used to it from their sibling species.\n\nIt's not particularly big, but it's also thankfully not that small... there's a pair of bunkbeds set up in the far corners, with built-in lockers and drawers along the sides of them. There are two desks along the back wall between the beds, and two at the opposite corners... you can see that the desks other than the left side by the bed already have stuff on them, making them clearly claimed. Tch. Looks like there's stuff on three of the bunks other than the left-hand top one, Gaio trying not to notice you noticing, but Shiara giving you a sheepishly apologetic look that either means she couldn't stop the other two from claiming things and thus went along with it, or went along with it from the start but felt at least a little bad about not waiting for you.\n\nOh well. You don't mind the top bunk too much, you guess, though you'll see how you feel about it after a few months of having to go down a ladder every time you want to pee. You do see the uniform like the others are wearing laying on your bunk, so you snag it and go to change. Time to really admit you're here for a three year haul, at least, and settle down to the business of being a Space Ranger Cadet.\n\nAnd so begins, and passes, your first year at the academy. On the subject of classes and training, it's... actually not that bad. The courses are <i>extremely</i> straightforward and approachable... you were worried that it was gonna be some 27th-grade level physics equations from day one, but most of the classes are extremely light on pure theory and academic stuff like that and are focused much more on learning about other cultures, technology, operating things, etc. When you note this to Gaio at one point, she looks confused. "Why would you need to know any of that?"\n\n"Well, y'know. On my planet, in fiction, people who belong to organizations like this are usually presented as being pretty high-level scientists," you reply. "Like, to be able to understand the weird phenomenon they come across."\n\n"We have computers for that," Gaio answers in an overly reasonable tone, as if not quite believing she has to explain this.\n\n"Okay, but what if the computer doesn't know?"\n\n"I mean if the computer doesn't know the likelihood of us figuring it out is pretty low."\n\n"Alright, but what about engineering principles?" you say, trying a different tactic. "What if our stuff breaks or we need to make it do something it wasn't meant to do to get us out of a bad situation?"\n\n"That's what the repair courses are for, though the other thing's like... iffy," Gaio answers, wrinkling the soft black pad of her nose. "I hear that experienced Space Rangers get <i>really</i> good at that, but I don't think they actually teach it to us here because we'd be more likely to brick it or cause an explosion or something."\n\n"You're thinkin' of it wrong, Honeytits," Telit declares as she comes up behind the two of you and throws her arms around both of you's shoulders, Gaio rolling her eyes both at the assumption and the Bluntok's latest nickname for you. (Apparently, whatever it is they put in the food to promote general good health and start bettering your immune system has the combined effects of not only promoting muscle growth but also, ahem, certain fat deposits. Your boobs have gained two cup sizes in the last year and you're not even sure they've stopped, and you've developed some extra padding on your butt and hips too, despite your bettered muscle tone and overall athleticism. In fact you've noticed that a <i>lot</i> of the female first-year cadets have gotten curvier... luckily not Shiara, she might not be able to fit through doorways if that happened.) "We're not scientists, we're cops."\n\n"We're not <i>cops</i>, we explore too," Gaio says a bit stiffly, before shrugging a bit in acknowledgement. "But she's right, our <i>primary</i> missions involve patrolling known space and dealing with things like space pirates, heinous criminals, and massive civil unrest. We don't really need degrees in astrophysics or string theory for that, it's much more important to know how to deal with different alien races and what weapons are currently banned in our space."\n\n"There are scientists and advanced engineers in the Space Rangers, of course," Shiara chimes in from where she'd been lurking on the edge of the conversation, as usual. (For someone with such restonkingly huge tits, she's good at blending into the background. Actually you figure she probably learned that skill BECAUSE of that.) "But they usually qualify for direct entry and just start learning the rest of things on the job instead of attending the academy."\n\nYou nod thoughtfully at that... still seems a bit weird to you, but all of it makes <i>sense</i> put that way. Your roommates are usually pretty good about explaining things like that without being condescending (Gaio sometimes, but), and you can't be sorry about befriending them when you arrived... well, admittedly, it took some time to get used to how shamelessly Telit jerks off in the dorm room. (Oh, yeah, Telit has a dick. Apparently the uniforms kinda... flatten things like that out.) Gaoi pitched a fit at it the first few times, and Shiara almost blushed herself into a coma, but then they just both sort of... adapted, and didn't even seem to notice it anymore. Or at least, outwardly... since you're pretending not to notice every time, you guess maybe they are too.\n\n"Anyway, we probably ought to start talking about what to do for our second year assignment," Gaio notes as she tugs pointedly away from Telit's arm and goes over to her desk.\n\n"Oh, right, I've heard the teachers mentioning that and kept meaning to ask," you note. At Gaio's glance you shrug. "Remember, I didn't sign up normally."\n\n"Right, right, I honestly sometimes forget the whole 'pulled a gun on an officer' thing," the Zyberian says dryly, shaking her head, while Telit snickers in a way that's both slightly mocking and faintly envious, as she usually does when the whole incident of your arrival in the wider space comes up. "For our second year we go on extended assignment. The only second years that stay on the campus are the ones who sign up for the extreme training to become Elite Rangers. Otherwise, you take an assignment under a Ranger in the field."\n\n"Since Captain Hernandez has said he wants our little group to stick together, we should probably all decide on a category of posting we can all be happy with, and I'm sure we'll be entered into the lottery for it as a group," Shiara notes. "Or, well, I heard that it's a lottery for most of them, but the Elite program you have to qualify."\n\n"But that's fuckhard training, I hear that they only graduate like ten percent, and if you wash out you're basically demoted to service staff for the rest of your term," Telit notes, flopping down to sit on her bed. "But man, Elites get their pick of all the assignments, the very best tech, highest pay, hell I hear that you get a free fuckin' beach house on a resort world."\n\n"Oh you do not get a free beach house," Gaio scoffs.\n\n"Well that's what I <i>heard</i>!"\n\n"Ladies," Shiara murmurs politely, which somehow actually manages to quell the other two. You're not sure when that happened but at some point it did. "We really need to decide before too much more time passes."\n\n"So, what are our options?" you ask, hauling yourself up onto your own bed to sit on the corner, dangling your legs and enjoying Telit's annoyed noises and smacking at your heels. \n\n"Well other than the Elite program, which... I'm really not sure about, but if that's what everyone else wants to do," she says slowly. "Our options are either a Shipboard posting, a Groundside posting, a Station posting, or a Facility posting."\n\n"They're pretty much what they sound like," Gaio cuts in, ever eager to explain something in a slightly yippy, smug tone. "Shipboard postings are stuff where we'll spend most of the year in space aboard a ship, Groundside is on a planet, Station is on a space station, and a Facility is-!"\n\n"A Space Ranger facility, yeah, thanks," you say, looking over at Shiara and saying, "So what's it actually mean?" as Gaio gives a mildly-offended little huffy 'yarf!'\n\n"Well shipboard is things like patrol ships or sometimes defense cruisers," Shiara says, giving Gaio an apologetic smile. "Space stations are usually either Space Ranger stations in zones with a lot of activity that need to be seen through, or stations which need a lot of patrolling, either because they're very important or very, erm, in need of a lot of enforcement, if you understand."\n\n"Hives of scum and villainy, yeah, I get it."\n\n"Well, I don't know that I'd say <i>that</i>, but... yes, usually the high-crime ones. Groundside postings are usually sort of the same thing... you just sort of get assigned to a planet as a whole, and go where you're assigned or needed on it each day. And the facility postings can be, well, on any of those, even aboard large ships, but you're focusing more on staying at the facility and doing support work."\n\n"It's the most boring-ass of all the assignments," Telit says with a dramatic yawn... and a faint <i>fpfpfp</i> noise. You take a glance down and... yup, she's unzipped her uniform and is stroking her fat brown cock again, looking exceptionally bored as she does. As usual you pretend to ignore this, actually managing to suppress your blush through repeated practice. "It's basically playing secretary and shit. Although I hear it's actually one of the best if you wanna go officer track or specialize, get you some of that engineering or science yappery you were talking about, Honeytits."\n\n"You can make field officer on any track, but she's sort of right that if you want to go into higher command, the facility appointment is the best," Gaio points out. "Admirals come from either there or the shipboard posting, but more from the facilities, since that's where you start networking. That is, if you're thinking of continuing a career after you graduate, considering." \n\n"I'm not sure," you admit, both to her and yourself, finally drawing your legs up and folding them on your bunk, since you were starting to think Telit was enjoying having your calves in her face while whacking it a bit too much. "It's so weird to think about staying out here with my family not knowing what's happened to me. Or, even weirder, going back to tell them and then leaving again. At the same time, it's kinda fucked up to think of spending three years doing all this and then just going home and basically pretending it never happened, which is what I'd have to do."\n\nGaio actually nods sympathetically at that, making a soft, sad little 'hau'. "Yeah, I'm glad they terminated that program after your case, people really shouldn't be getting recruited from unaligned worlds, especially not like <i>that</i>."\n\n"Whatever your decision, we'll be there for you to help you, Cyan," Shiara promises as she walks over, gently rubbing your knee.\n\n"Yeah, we'll help you out no matter whahnnnnh!" Telit adds with a long, gurgling noise at the end.\n\n"Did you just cum?" you ask flatly, without looking down.\n\n"Well fuckin' yeah I've got Shiara's big fat tits swaying around right in front of me of course I came."\n\nShiara's face goes solid red, but she otherwise continues to affect her own lack of notice as she steps back. "Anyway, considering that it is your circumstances that are most unusual, Cyan, I think we can all agree that if you have a preference, we'd be alright going along with it."\n\n"I mean I don't wanna do a boring-ass facility assignment but if that's what everyone else wants to do, fuck it," Telit notes, reaching over to snag a cloth wipe from the little shelf just below the edge of the bed. "I can get laid in a secretarial pool too and it's all points towards graduation so whatever."\n\n"Ahem! Well, what Telit said, but less crude," Gaio says with a dramatic clearing of her throat first. "Since you are the one with the most to lose here, it does seem only fair for us to weight your say more. The rest of us can always build off whatever you pick. So what do you think we should do in our second year, Cyan?"\n\n<hr>\n[[Shipboard assignment.|GGSR13x5]]\n\n[[Groundside posting.|GGSR]]\n\n[[Station posting.|GGSR15x1]]\n\n[[Facility posting.|GGSR]]\n\n[[Try out for the Elites.|GGSR]]

Uncertain of what else to do and suddenly remembering the 'Keytroller', you look down at it and hit the button labeled 'Summon'. Almost instantly one of the people taking Ethan's helmet snaps to the side, putting her fingers to the side of her head.\n\n"We've got incoming," she says in an electronically filtered voice. "Let's pick it up!"\n\n"NO!" you shout, trying to run after them into the hallway through the other door, only for one of them to throw down something that instantly emits a huge cloud of something greenish. You start hacking and coughing, your eyes stinging, but nevertheless try to push through. Unfortunately after another two feet your body just takes over for what your brain wants to do and forces you to turn back, sending you stumbling back into the other hallway to puke your guts out. \n\nYou hear another distant rumble just as you've finished throwing up, and spotting some sort of window you stagger over to it. You're too worried about your brother to really process that you're obviously in space, and can see a boxy, dark grey ship pulling away from the side of the one you're apparently on and starting to fly away. "No no no no," you whimper.\n\nThen you hear a soft <i>bip, bip, bip</i> from one of your hands. You look down at the Keytroller and see that one of the three lines on the top is blinking. You blink yourself, then turn a bit, the blinking shifting to the middle one once you're facing one direction. A bit of hope starting to grow, you start running down the hall. 'If there's really a ship...!'\n\nIt takes you a few minutes figuring out the Keytroller's directions, but soon you're rushing up to a much sturdier-looking door that slides open in front of you, revealing a smaller chamber and another door. When that one opens you find yourself rushing into a different ship's interior... everything's either very pale or very dark, lots of shades of white accented with black. Still, the key's blinking directions at you so you follow them to what's some sort of bridge, all of it centered around a single black seat with an arced set of controls around in front of it and a set of sideways joysticks above the arms. You can see what must be a picture of this ship itself on the large, similarly curved main screen that takes up almost 3/4 of the bridge area, a sleek white-and-black hulled thing with the name '<i>Paladin</i>' beside it. You can also see a view of the distant ship with a little glowing box around it and the text 'Preparing for hyperjump' next to it. Oh no, Ethan's kidnappers must be about to get away!\n\nAs you're thinking frantically, more text appears on the screen in a calm, glowing blue-green: 'Greetings, Captain. How do you wish to proceed?'\n\n<hr>\n[["I need help!"|SGSci3x1]]\n\n[["After them!"|SGSci1x3]]\n\n[[Jump in the pilot's chair.|SGSci]]

"Quick, that ship, go after them!" you blurt, stabbing a finger at the screen.\n\nFrustratingly the text is replaced by a blinking cursor, which then types out, 'Clarify request.'\n\n"Engage autopilot, or, or, pursuit maneuvers, or whatever!" you stammer in a near-panic. Don't ships like this have some sort of AI that lets them pilot themselves?! It could pilot itself to you, after all!\n\n'Request understood. Engagement of higher artificial cognitive functions requires neural link installation,' the screen text prints. Your head whips to the side as a hidden panel running the length of the center of the chair slides apart and reveals something that looks disturbingly like a high-tech surgical apparatus. 'Remove clothing and take seat to initiate.'\n\nYou obviously hesitate, but just then a countdown clock appears beside the 'Preparing for hyperspace jump' next to the escaping ship, showing just over thirty seconds. Decision instantly made, you quickly strip out of your clothes, throwing them down on the floor without a second thought, quickly pulling your hair over your shoulders and out of the way before almost throwing yourself into the chair. You want to sob with fear as you can feel all those pointy metal bits pressing up against your neck and spine, and as they start to move and position themselves, but you force yourself not to. There's no time to scream and cry, you have to save your brother!\n\n'Select level of cognitive function to activate and say "Initiate",' the text scrolls out on the screen ahead of you.\n\n<hr>\n[['Basic'|SGSci]]\n\n[['Advanced'|SGSci1x4]]\n\n[['Complete'|SGSci]]

'Keytroller'... so some combination of a key and a remote control? You rummage through the box and find it... it's made out of sturdy white plastic with a trio of what are probably light-up sections of different lengths on one end, and a number of buttons on one of the flat sides, including one marked 'Summon'. Probably lights up and makes noises, well that's neat, it-\n\nThe ground suddenly lurches under your feet, your first thought being 'Earthquake?!' and your second concern as Ethan cries out in shock. You whirl towards him, your eyes widening as you realize that the two of you aren't even in his room anymore. You're in some sort of strange hallway, and the lights are pulsing red, a computerized voice starting to drone "<i>Intruder alert. Intruder alert. Intruder alert.</i>"\n\n"Amanda!" Ethan cries, starting to run towards you even as you're running toward him, when a door that's between the two of you explodes. You're sent flying backward several feet and hit the ground hard, briefly knocked insensate. But Ethan calling your name in even more terror than before instantly snaps you back to reality, your eyes widening as you see people in bodysuits and helmets have already grabbed him, one big male having slung your brother over his shoulder. "Amanda, help!"\n\n"Ethan!" you scream, scrambling to your feet. This is all so unreal, but...!\n\n<hr>\n[[Run after them!|SGSci]]\n\n[[Try the 'Summon' key.|SGSci1x2]]\n\n[["Wait! I... I'll trade you!"|SGSci]]

You need to make sure you actually saw what you saw before you do anything else. You're pretty sure already, obviously, but... well, maybe there's some other explanation. Somehow. Maybe.\n\nYou make your way back down out of the tree and scoot around back to the backyard. Edging over towards the door, you peek in... no sign of them, but then it did take you some time to get down and over here. You ease open the door to avoid making too much sound, sliding inside and similarly being careful about closing it behind you. The first thing you notice that wasn't entirely and immediately obvious from outside was some scattered articles of clothing on the ground. Your eyebrows raise a little... that certainly seems like some amount of confirmation, but still. Again being careful, you make your way upstairs.\n\nYou can actually hear the moaning before you ever get to the bedroom, your cheeks coloring some as you get closer. Keeping close to the wall as you get closer to the open doorway, you slowly and carefully peek around the edge. You were already fairly certain of what you were going to see, but actually seeing it still has quite an impact that leaves your mind reeling for a moment. There are more clothes scattered on the floor, but obviously the attention-grabber is on the bed... your parents' bed. Where the brown-haired woman is propped up somewhat against the pillows and headboard, reaching out to grip the top of the headboard with one hand, the other tangled in your mother's hair. She's down to just a wine-colored bra which has been tugged down some, her stiff nipples jutting over the lacy frills at the top of it. Your mother, wearing nothing but set of very nice, very shiny purple panties and bra, is on her knees and leaned forward, her tongue buried in the woman's pussy and clearly very eagerly at work. From the tilt of her head it's obvious she's watching the woman's face as she does it... or maybe she's staring at those full, perfect tits in their satin hold.\n\nYou stare at the sight of your mother eating out another woman on the bed she's always shared with your father. You've got to...\n\n<hr>\n[[Get out of here.|GGParent11x1]]\n\n[[Keep watching.|GGParent10x2]]\n\n[[Record this.|GGParent]]

Somehow there's something vaguely terrifying about 'Complete' that you can't quite make yourself resolve yourself to, but this is no time for 'Basic' either. "Advanced, initiate!" you snap out.\n\nYou can't help but let out a scream as many of the pointy things running down the length of your back immediately penetrate. Luckily(-ish) at the same time restraints snap out and lock on to your arms, legs, and middle to prevent you from arching your back as the machine starts installing something all along your spine, making you twitch and shudder, your bare breasts jiggling slightly.\n\nOut of the corner of your eye, you can see something gradually coming into being, almost like it's being 'printed' from the feet up. And they are feet complete with toes, then legs, albeit made out of something that looks like shiny black rubber with a visible hexagon pattern indented in it. The 'printing' continues upward as you can still feel the machine working, though the pain is thankfully starting to fade, enough that for a fleeting moment you're embarrassed at the visibility of an artificial vaginal cleft and then, above the sleek belly complete with navel indentation, a pair of bare black rubber breasts with molded nipples. The printing continues upward until a face has formed, eyes opening to reveal glowing teal optics, and in a shimmer long, plastic-like white hair appears atop her scalp and white armor sections appear on the front of her breasts, over her crotch, on her forearms and as boots.\n\n"Paladin neural system online," the android(?!) announces, just as you can feel the things pulling away from your back, the seat closing up and the restraints retracting, leaving a new faint sense of pressure all along your spine. "Calculating pursuit vector and initiating."\n\nInstantly the view on the screen shoots forward, moving past the visible hull of the ship you were docked at and then arcing around, coming up from behind the other ship.\n\n"We won't make it in time," the android says evenly a second later, her voice calm and even as she folds her arms under her large, rubber-firm breasts. "Calculating pursuit hyperspace jump."\n\n"Please, hurry," you urge, biting your lower lip and looking between her and the ship onscreen. The android frowns marginally but says nothing, simply keeping her gaze ahead.\n\nThere's a flash, and the other ship disappears. Your stomach drops, and then you feel yourself briefly pushed back into the chair by acceleration as the screen flashes again a few seconds later. But when the light clears, there's nothing but empty space ahead. "Where are they?!" you wail.\n\n"They must have calculated a double jump," the android says flatly. "I'll begin scanning for jump signatures and trying to calculate the most likely vector they used, but they may have evaded us for now, Captain."\n\n"Noooo," you moan, putting both hands to your face. Sniffling a bit, you stand and walk over to her. "Isn't there anything more you can do?!"\n\n"I am doing it, <i>Captain</i>," the android replies a bit archly. She leans down a bit to look you in the eye, her own flashing. "And before you start trying to plead by explaining things, I already know everything. Your mind is very literally an open book to me due to the neural link. So while you are technically my Captain, let's get one thing clear here: I, Paladin, am the one in charge. You clearly aren't fit to look after yourself out here so I'll have to do it for you. That's basically what you requested anyway by activating my advanced cognitive functions, isn't it?"\n\n<hr>\n[["I... I guess..."|SGSci]]\n\n[["What? No! I'm in charge here!"|SGSci1x5]]\n\n[["... Thanks."|SGSci2x1]]

"Hey!" you snap back, flushing angrily. "I'm the Captain here, aren't I?! You're just the ship! You have to listen to me!"\n\n"Oh? Do I?" Paladin answers, staring at you, the glow of her eyes increasing.\n\nAlmost instantly you can feel an intense pressure low down. Your eyes widen, and reflexively you try to press your legs together and hunch on yourself. But the need, the urgency is too much, and all of a sudden pee is spurting out of you, splashing over your thighs and dribbling down your legs to splatter on the floor, starting to turn into a spreading, warm yellow puddle around your bare feet on the white floor panels.\n\n"Wha... wha...?" you whimper as tears of shame trickle down your cheeks and you look up at the Paladin android.\n\n"The neural link normally goes two ways, allowing either you to control the ship or the ship to control your body as necessary for various functions," Paladin replies evenly. "However, you not only elected for a higher-level implantation while being completely and totally unpracticed at it, but you don't seem to have a particularly strong resistance to influence anyway. Meaning your control over me is effectively zero, while mine over you is complete. You may be technically classified as 'Captain', but I now own you completely. You are my slave. In fact I think rather than me calling you 'Captain', you should call me 'Mistress'. How about you show me how much you like that idea by getting down on your knees and putting that whiny mouth to some actual use while I'm doing the search vectors?"\n\nAs she's saying that last part, the white panel over her crotch shimmers and disappears, briefly showing her molded, hex-patterned black pussy again. But the front of her crotch quickly bulges outward, forming into a large, vaguely humanoid phallus with a molded head and heavy, dangling rubber balls spilling forth from the base of it, the whole thing giving a slight twitch as you stare at it.\n\n<hr>\n[["No! I refuse!"|SGSci]]\n\n[["... yes, mistress..."|SGSci]]

You take the time to write an email back to the Green Dawn rep, explaining that while you admire what their company is trying to do and that you were sorely tempted to accept their proposal, you simply want to take an opportunity to broaden your scientific horizons by trying something other than the type of projects you've been working on lately. The next morning as you're exiting the building to get some more packing boxes, you find a miniature sunflower in a pot on your doorstep with a small note congratulating you on your new job. Aw. That was nice of them.\n\nYou drive a few states over, and soon pull up in front of the apartment complex where you'll be living, your rent and other expenses entirely covered by your employer. The doorman advises you to go on up to your apartment while he arranges to have your things brought up via elevator.\n\nYour apartment turns out to be fully-furnished, everything done in a curved, slightly futuristic style featuring a lot of silver, black leather, and glass, but managing to be comfortable rather than kitschy. As you're looking approvingly around the living room area, the wall across from the couch turns black and displays a large, shifting-colored oscilloscope.\n\n"Good afternoon, doctor," the screen says in a pleasant, faintly Asian voice. "My name is Ai, and I am your home's artificially intelligent service program. It's a pleasure to meet you."\n\nYou blink in surprise. "A home AI?"\n\n"Indeed. This apartment complex was built by Eclipse Robotics, partly as a testbed for prototype technology such as myself. However, I assure you that I have already been thoroughly tested and vetted, and while the systems that maintain me are still prohibitively expensive to release to the general market, I am quite reliable and capable of helping you with your day-to-day needs."\n\n"I see." You nod slowly. "Well then, thank you, Ai."\n\n"Not at all, doctor. After all, I exist to serve. If you don't mind, Doctor Malcolm, the head of Eclipse R&D, has asked me to give you a brief summary of some of the various projects you might consider working on. I assure you that it will not take more than a few minutes."\n\n"Of course. Please proceed."\n\n"Thank you." The oscilloscope is replaced by a plain white background, with images and black text following along with Ai's voice.\n\n"The first is Project K8376KLKA. Commonly referred to as '[[Netdive|EcliAplaceholder]]' by employees. The stated purpose of this project is to improve the man-machine interface aspect of computer usage to the point that no literal, physical controls are required any longer. To use common verbiage, Netdive is attempting to allow people to control electronic devices with their minds."\n\n"The second is Project O13388I992. Commonly referred to as '[[Micromachine|EcliAplaceholder]]' by employees. The stated purpose of this project is to develop miniature computer-controlled drones capable of entering a creature's body and interacting with it on the cellular level to effect changes on it. To use common verbiage, Micromachine is attempting to create tiny robots that could repair or alter living beings."\n\n"The third is Project 9GOPXLK76W. Commonly referred to as '[[Servbot|EcliAplaceholder]]' by employees. The stated purpose of this project is to develop autonomous humanoid machines capable of performing numerous tasks in domestic environments without extensive oversight. To use common verbiage, Servbot is attempting to create servant robots for the civilian market."\n\n"The fourth is Project HG47FH38G7. Commonly referred to as '[[Soulchild|EcliAplaceholder]]' by employees. The stated purpose of this project is to further the development of artificial intelligence systems to make them more reactive, more intuitive, and cheaper to install and maintenance than current limits allow. To use common verbiage, Soulchild is attempting to refine the technology that created and runs AIs like me."\n\n"Doctor Malcolm has also stated that, if you wish to, you may begin [[your own project|EcliAplaceholder]] utilizing the company's current resources and data. He has also authorized me to tell you that though your father passed away prior to your acceptance of employment with Eclipse Robotics, you should consider yourself entitled to up to a month of bereavement leave to [[relax and refresh yourself|EcliAplaceholder]], as our records show that you have not had such an opportunity."

The book (sort of) got you into this mess, maybe it can get you out of it. Especially now that you've learned that at least some of what's in it is legit.\n\nYou start looking through it, doing your best to figure out some sort of pattern to its weird way of presenting information, and bit by bit it starts getting easier to understand. Eventually you wind up in a section about enchantments, and from there narrow it down to a section about what you can do about (or with) enchantments that have already been laid on something or someone.\n\nOne of the sections talks about [[altering elemental enchantments|GGMB]] to be for some other element. Normally you'd think of that as being, like, fire to ice, but apparently according to this magic considers "elements" to be a much broader concepts, and things like "moon" can be considered an element and therefore swapped out for something else. From the sound of it, that might be more of a lateral move... giving you some different level of control or type of enchantment rather than the one you've got... but maybe better than just leaving it to do whatever it does.\n\nAnother section talked about [[breaking enchantments|GGMB]], but the general gist of it you get is that it's pretty difficult to just get rid of one entirely with no aftereffects. The implication seems to be that you'd need some other source of power or magical assistance to get it done, or to make some sort of a deal with a higher (or lower) power.\n\nYet another talked about [[moving enchantments|GGMB]] which is apparently much much easier. In other words, fob it off on someone else and let them deal with it. Not exactly ideal, but maybe you could find someone that would be all for it... after all, probably if you gave it to a guy he'd be ecstatic at the extra size and stamina.\n\nThere's also a passage you're not sure you understand, but the overall gist of it seems to be that there's a way to [[manifest enchantments|GGMB7x2]] so that they take a kind of semi-physical form, and that you can then (maybe?) bargain with them to take a hike. It's the section you understand least, and it offers the least guidance on actually managing to do that, but it also does seem to be a way you could get rid of it completely without finding some sort of magic battery or summoning a demon or something.

The concept seems really weird, but also ironically the most doable... actually pulling the enchantment out of you and then negotiating with it to get it to go away. All it really involves is drawing some ritual circles and saying some words at an appropriate time and place and you're good to go, you could do it tonight! And hm... probably better that you do, while your mom still thinks you're out camping. With that thought you shove the book in a carry bag and then scurry back downstairs and out to the car.\n\nSo obviously you need a good place under the moon, since it's a lunar enchantment. The clearing last night would work... but the she-wolf pack might still be loitering around, and you're not sure they'd be too pleased at your attempting to reject their little gift. (... At the very least you might wind up distracted by a repeat of what happened once they gave it to you.) Making a quick decision, you head the opposite way, threading through most of Deviville proper and then past the part of town that basically exists to service Deviville University, before heading out into the country on the <i>other</i> side. You're figuring the chances of the werewolf pack having moved night two of their gathering all the way over there is pretty remote.\n\nIt's fairly dark by the time you spot an area that seems like it would be good, and you pull well off the road and park, getting out and strolling away until you're out of sight, navigating by flashlight (luckily the "super bright" USB rechargable flashlight you bought on a shopping app did in fact turn out to be decently bright). Even if you didn't feel like it was somehow wrong to do a magic ritual in sight of something so modern and mundane as a road and SUV, you don't want someone to come driving along and spot you communing with whatever spirit a lunar-powered dick spell turns into.\n\nMmmf... speaking of which... you've been trying to ignore it but your new dick is <i>achingly</i> hard. It's a bit distracting, to say the least, especially with the feel of it rubbing against the stretchy fabric of your panties, and those feeling tight enough they could snap at any moment, and your pants feeling like they're straining to hold it in too. Fuck, you definitely need to do something about this, what if it does this every night?!\n\nDespite the distraction you eventually manage to find a nice-seeming spot amidst a sort of hilly area. Huh, even kinda looks like someone may have done some sort of rituals and drawing circles and stuff out here before. Well, suits you, just even further proof that this is a good place for it. You dig out the book and flip to the section you bookmarked (dogearing the page somehow seemed borderline provocative with a magic book) and find the diagrams. Okay, you do one that you stand in, and one the manifested enchantment is supposed to appear in. No warnings that you can find regarding things like the circles needing to be perfect or the manifested enchantment being hostile, though it does say there's risk involved, especially if you take the enchantment back without making a deal to appease it. But then you already knew there was risk involved.\n\nIt takes about a half hour of half-crawling around on the ground with a pocketknife, basically carving the designs into the ground. Partway through you get up and strip off your pants and panties, huffing as your throbbingly stiff dick is revealed to the cool night air and moonlight, which if anything seem to make it a bit harder. But it doesn't feel as stifling and restraining now... better to have it out and wobbling around than feeling like it's going to somehow strangle you by being confined. And, figuring you may as well since you're already halfway there, you take off your shirt and toss it over with your pants and panties as well, and kick off your boots and socks. Spell didn't say anything about being "moonclad" but you figure in this case it can't hurt.\n\nYou have to resist the urge to stop and jerk off several times, which you admit is probably not the ideal frame of mind to be conducting a negotiation under, but at this point you've got no other choice. You finish up the circles and move to stand in the center of "yours", reading out the incantation in the book and trying not to be freaked out about how the markings low on your belly grow brighter and brighter with every word. Then they go flowing out towards the other circle, starting to pool and coalesce low down in the center of it but still floating above the ground, not entirely dissimilar from illustrations you've seen of black holes drawing in the plasma of distant stars.\n\nAnd then your dick comes off.\n\nLuckily not violently or anything like that, in fact there's an almost comical <i>pop</i> noise as it comes off your crotch, revealing a smooth swath of skin at its base and leaving you once more entirely female in anatomy as it floats along the same path as the light from your markings. You stare in a mixture of shock, awe, and a faint sense of the ridiculous as it just floats through the air like a paper boat down a stream, executing a smooth downward U-turn and coming to rest floating beneath the orb of building silvery light.\n\nYou watch as the flow of light from your markings starts to fade, and the markings themselves along with them, and the light in the other circle starts to spread out and take shape, coalescing into something. At the same time your (well, not anymore you guess, so "the") dick begins to glow with a similar light, and then to reshape. The bulbous bottom of the head slims down and narrows, starting to meld into the shaft, while the head itself begins to narrow into a tip, taking on a slightly scooplike front as well as a point. The base of it above the balls bulges, and all along the balls and said base the silvery light starts to take on what you can only call a fluffy texture.\n\nIt takes about a minute for the member to become completely canine in appearance, though rather than turning slick and red it fades, and seems to itself become an only semisolid construct of shining luminescence. Which, you suppose, goes with the rest of the wolf that's formed out of the light, somewhat see-through but with enough gravity and sort of presence to its movements that it definitely just feels to you like it's there. It really does look like it's made out of solidified moonlight, though the inside is also a bit darker and with twinkling bits in it, reminiscent of the night sky. Its glowing tail wags back and forth, a somehow knowing grin on its muzzle, animalistically unashamed of the massive jutting member below its belly.\n\n"Well, I could be offended that you didn't want me, but I am rather big, after all," it speaks aloud, making you jump a bit in surprise. He lets out a rather bark-like chuckle as he wags his hindquarters along with his tail, making the large canine cock beneath him sway, as well as the heavy balls. They certainly didn't get any smaller now that they're on him. "Better than being trapped in those pants, surely."\n\n"Uh... right," you say in a bit of a daze, glancing at him, then at the book, then closing said book and tossing it atop your pile of clothes. "Well, uh, thanks for being understanding, I guess."\n\n"That is the purpose of this ritual, I suppose. And this being where you ask me what I'd like to depart from you."\n\n"Pretty much, yeah."\n\n"Mm." The manifested enchantment seems like he makes a bit of a show about thinking, turning his head back and forth and flicking his ears, before saying, "As an enchantment I would have lasted at least a year, give or take, depending on various other factors... so I suppose the equivalent of a year is what I'd want. Twelve Moons... a manifestation of the energy inside you," he clarifies, apparently not interested in making you ask. "A Moon would be sort of like me... magic rendered into a more tangible form. With twelve of them I could stabilize myself as an independent being, no longer bound to you."\n\n"Huh." You ponder that for a moment, then frown. "Wait, would a 'Moon' be like one month off of my life?"\n\n"Mmmmneeeeh," the enchantment answers in an ambivalent tone, shrugging (which is kind of interesting to see a wolf do). "It is and it isn't and it's something else entirely. Yes, it could be considered taking a bit off of your life, but it's not so solid and tangible as saying it's a month less to live. People can replace the equivalent energy through various things like living well or meditation or whatnot, so it's more up to you what it does."\n\n"Hrm. Okay, so... how do I give you moons?"\n\n"Why, I put a seed of energy into you, and your body manifests them," he says, with an appropriately wolfish grin. And if there was any doubt as to how he'd be putting the "seed" in you, his glowing cock gives a heavy twitch, something like a string of shimmering pre made of starlight flinging off the tip and dissipating before it hits the ground.\n\n"... Oh."\n\n"I suppose they don't all have to be from you, or even any of them really... you could have me seed them in other people. And I have enough power to smudge their memories afterward, so no need to worry about asking nicely, necessarily," he adds with a woofish chuckle. "Either way, I suppose if you were to offer me twice that... say, twenty-four moons... then I could instead become your familiar, and put all my new powers as an independent being at your disposal."\n\n"Mmmmm," you murmur, squirming a bit as you consider all of that.\n\n"Or of course you can decide to just take me back. Though I'll note that now that I've been manifested once, I will be rather... stronger... and more influential if you put me back," the glowing wolf notes, tail still wagging slowly.\n\nRight, the book said something like that too. ... Well, hm...\n\n<hr>\n[[Give him the Moons from yourself.|GGMB]]\n\n[[Give him the Moons from other people.|GGMB]]\n\n[[Just put him back.|GGMB]]

"Though your mom's never home until late this time of year, like you said," you note, pulling your shirt off as Leslie goes to make sure the door is firmly shut and the lock turned and clicked into place.\n\n"Yeah but still," Leslie says a bit ruefully, pulling off her own shirt as you turn back, half her attention on watching you as you wiggle out of your cutoffs and thong and half and the other half on getting out of her own shorts and panties. "Besides, what's the point of arguing a parent into letting you have a lock on your door if you're not gonna use it."\n\n"True dat," you acknowledge gracefully, before rather less gracefully flopping down on the bed, Leslie clambering in with you. The two of you settle in against each other, naked bodies pressing close as you start kissing again, in no particular hurry since you've got all day. Just letting your hands run over each other's bodies, her squeezing your ass occasionally, you returning the favor to her own pert butt or her coltish thighs.\n\n"Mm, you like my legs, doncha?" she murmurs teasingly at one point between kisses.\n\n"If I was a guy here's where I'd totally say that I'd love having them wrapped around me," you reply just as teasingly.\n\nLeslie makes a bit of a face at that. "I definitely would not be doing this with you if you were a guy, so as it is my legs will stay just kinda... well, draped," she murmurs, draping a leg over you enough that she can turn and rub her pussy a bit against your thigh.\n\nSnickering some more, you squeeze her butt with both hands and pull her a bit closer to kiss her some more. After a bit, though, Leslie starts squirming her way down, your hands trailing along her back as she scoots herself lower so she can start playing with your breasts... probably half to make a point about her attraction, and half because, well, she very clearly likes your tits. You settle to moaning softly and writhing gently underneath her as her hands stroke and knead gently, mouth working back and forth between your nipples, tongue rolling and lips fastening to suckle. She spends a good long time on it too, clearly becoming lost in enjoying both the feel and taste of them and the way your noises and motion start getting gradually more urgent.\n\n"Fuck, what're you trying to do, make 'em get bigger through stimulation?" you tease a bit breathlessly.\n\n"Well, all those stupid anime you like say it works, you big giant weeb," she coos back, eyes glittering smugly as she dips her head down a bit to kiss the top of your belly.\n\n"Yeah well at the rate you're going you'll wind up giving me an H-cup," you tease back, before making a beckoning gesture she's clearly well acquainted with. She makes a show of considering whether to obey, before smirking and getting up onto hands and knees, half-scuttling around to change directions before lowering her pussy down against your mouth and tucking her own head between your legs.\n\nObviously the two of you are quickly having some of that tongues-in-each-others'-pussies fun, Leslie being rather less slow and deliberate now that you're able to give back in kind at the same time. (Hm, the bed's not really long enough for you to lay out in a way that you could suck each others' tits at once. The floor maybe? Well a thought for later.) You resume sqeezing her ass, the best reason to be on the bottom of the sixty-nine (does that make you the six or the nine? ... maybe you really do need to get checked for ADHD), as well as working your tongue deep inside her in between teasing at her clit, feeling her moans caress your own pussy as she returns the favor.\n\nThe two of you spend a long time in that position, companionably eating each other out more for the sheer shared pleasure of it than anything else. The closed room starts to feel hot and a bit humid after a while despite the AC, the smell of sex in the enclosed place surrounding you and engulfing you, egging you on as you lift your head and occasionally move your tongue up to tease at Leslie's pucker a bit as well, hearing her suck in hard gasps of air or moan loudly, but not much more since you're not actually going all the way. You definitely want to give it a try one of these days, judging by how tempting her reactions are (and how good it feels when she does the same, if usually accidentally you're pretty sure), but that seems like one of those things that might need asking first. Or preparation.\n\nSeveral orgasms later Leslie pulls away and rolls over, flopping onto her back and panting to catch your breath, the two of you laying there sweating and breathing hard facing opposite directions, both just sort of staring at the ceiling as you let your minds collect from the switch of near-constant pleasure to something more like normal. Eventually though Leslie sits up and notes, "I'm hungry."\n\n"What, am I not filling enough?" you snort.\n\nShe pokes her tongue out, then smirks. "Well let's just say I feel like eating out more literally for now."\n\nWhich, yeah, fair. The two of you take turns in the shower (lest you get distracted for another hour or so, you've done this enough times by now to know how it works) and get dressed, before heading out of the house and towards the nearest burger chain. Stretching, Leslie gives a soft 'mmf' before she says, "Sooo you wanna do some more when we get back, or something else? I mean, not that I'm against spending the whole day tonguing each other... again," she snickers. "But I do feel like we could mix it up a bit?"\n\n<hr>\n[["Why mess with a winning formula?"|GGLes]]\n\n[["We could do even lewder things..."|GGLes]]\n\n[["How about a date?"|GGLes]]

"The reporter seems a larger threat. I suppose if I can't deal with one misbehaving student, I probably don't deserve this post," you say a bit dryly. "But the press, you never know what they'll do. Send her in when she gets here."\n\n"Yes, Patissier-sama. I'll try to have the teachers make sure Kanna stays in class," she adds, turning and heading back into her own office.\n\nEventually there's a quick knock at the door, and almost instantly it's thrust open, an attractive and surprisingly young woman, probably barely in her twenties, striding into the room, a somewhat disheveled ponytail poking out from beneath her red press cap (boy, she's really into this whole thing) and a somewhat battered red leather jacket tugged on over a white blouse and black slacks. "Pipa Raito, online blog Shuppan-mono no Shutsugen! Is it true you had the old principal chased off?!"\n\nYou can't help but blink a little. "Is that really how we're going to get started?"\n\n"Are you trying to hide something then?!" she demands, before hesitating and then clearing her throat. "... Okay, maybe that's not fair. I, ah... I'm used to dealing with old man bureaucrats, if you don't shake them up a little at the start, they'll just sit there and drone on a list of points someone read to them."\n\nYou consider pointing out that the verbal equivalent of a slap in the face isn't likely to get someone talking either, but decide against it. Instead you gesture for her to take a seat across from your desk before folding your hands. "I'm Helen Patissier, and no, I did not chase off the old principal. I really had nothing to do with his decision to retire, other than the fact that it was felt I was a suitable replacement."\n\n"Is there any truth to the fact that the one who 'felt' you were a suitable replacement was Katsuko Kinomoto...?" she asks in a more placid, but still slightly smug tone.\n\nHm. This is already getting into dangerous territory. It sounds like she knows more than either Katsuko or Ryoko realized.\n\n<hr>\n[[Try to talk through it.|HelenJP]]\n\n[[Fog her mind.|HelenJP3x2]]

"Hey, come look at these though," you note to Tanya as you step closer to the partially disassembled horsebots. Or at least that's what you thought at first. "These are kind of weird."\n\n"Well, yeah, I mean, they're weird creepy horse robots someone took apart," Tanya says with a snort as she nevertheless walks over to stand beside you, peering curiously at what seems to have you so interested.\n\n"See, I thought so at first too, but the more I look at it, the more they seem actually designed this way. It's almost like they're actually meant to have something like the rest of the robot hooked in on top, as if they're modular or something."\n\n"Huh. Okay, that's a... little weird? Why do you need just another top for your horsebot? I-"\n\nTanya goes quiet as you both abruptly feel a sense of fear at the same time, the sense of something looming over you as a shadow falls across both your bodies. You start to turn, but a hefty fist thumps you between the shoulderblades, just hard enough to send you toppling to the ground insensate, Tanya thudding down beside you. You try to focus, but you're barely coherent as you lay there stunned, your attacker reaching down to pull off your shoes and socks, then yanking away your jeans and panties, your naked legs flopping to the cement as the denim's hauled away. Your attacker then uses brute force to just rip your sweater off, tugging the torn shreds away and leaving your full breasts pressed to the hard, grimy floor. You're lifted up and rope is wrapped tightly around your middle, arms bound to your side, and then you're tied to one of the corral's rafters, dangling dow. You blink a few times and shake your head, finally starting to clear the cobwebs and grateful that your glasses stayed in place. But what you see through them still leaves you almost numb with shock.\n\nYour attacker is the Beefy Fajeeta animatronic! And he's currently stripping Tanya the same way he stripped you, half-yanking her clothes off and half just ripping them to shreds in the process. She groans and wriggles, obviously still partly insensate like you were, until she comes around enough to see that she's being manhandled by the creepy robot the two of you saw earlier. At which point, she quite understandably starts screaming bloody murder and thrashing even harder, for all the good it does her as the massive, unyielding robot minotaur lifts her up.\n\n"It seems a few stray fillies have wandered into Beefy's corral!" the bull robot booms in its scratchy, synthetic voice as it carries Tanya a step forward. "They need shoeing, but then will make fine breeding stock for Beefy's herd!"\n\nYou want to ask what he could possibly mean, but even if you thought he might answer you, you don't exactly have long to wait. He brings Tanya down until her belly presses against the flat metal midsection of one of the incomplete robohorses, the solid metal bands that form its 'ribs' immediately snapping up and fastening around her middle, squeezing rather like a corset and cinching her tightly in place, briefly stifling her cries as she grunts and gasps with the pressure. The Beefy animatronic grabs one of her flailing arms and forces it into the hollow foreleg of the robohorse, which also closes up and cinches tight around her limb. "No! Let me go! Stop it! Stop!" Tanya shrieks, but the bullman ignores her pleas as he continues pushing her limbs into the robohorse's legs, until all four have tightened around her. The purpose of the 'modular top half' is revealed... the connecting parts of the legs fit across her stomach, leaving her tits to dangle down, her legs sheathed in the robot's limbs right up to the hips, her ass and pussy left bared and jutted out just like a mare's.\n\n"Good, good," the bullman animatronic declares in his booming computerized voice, reaching to the wall and taking down a riding crop. "Now, Beefy say, take a walk around the corral until you find your mate!" With that, he brings the crop down in a hard swat across Tanya's bare ass.\n\nShe yelps at the sudden flick of pain, then yelps again, this time in surprise and protest as the robotic horse legs sheathing her own limbs begin to move, forcing her to start walking forward with an exaggerated quadraped gait. The motions make her hips jerk, twist, and roll, shaking her ass and pussy like some cross between a drunken equine and a saloon prostitute on the prowl, her tits jiggling beneath her. "Help! Let me go! Someone help!" she screams into the night as she's forced to act the part of a horse cantering about on display. But her shouts go unanswered as she does a slow circuit around the circle of the corral, until finally coming to a stop near one of the complete robohorses. "H-hey, what's going on?! Is it over? C-can I go?"\n\nThe robohorse behind her's eyes click to life, glowing red as it lets out a mildly garbled prerecorded whinny, rearing up and kicking its forelegs in the air... as a rubber horsecock shoots out from its crotch like someone pressed the button of an umbrella. It clops forward on its metal hooves, then lifts up and thuds down onto Tanya's back, its undercarriage striking Tanya's metal 'corset' restraint with a loud <i>clank</i>. Its rubber member wobbles up and down some as it shifts forward, obviously moving into position, the flared head pressing up against Tanya's pussy.\n\n"No! No! NOOOOOO!" Tanya screams as she feels it moving into position, her last wail of protest turning into a garbled, spluttering gurgle as the mechanical horse thrusts forward hard, practically burying the rubber equine dildo into her. It begins thrusting with a jerky, mechanical gait, no variations of its motions, just the same quick, short thrust over and over again as it squeaks and groans like a badly-maintained machine, letting out the same prerecorded whinny at regular intervals. Tanya's eyes have rolled up some in her head, her tongue jutting out, head jerking with the impacts of the mechanical beast raping her, her tits shaking beneath her as her body is both rocked by its merciless thrusts and held absolutely still by the unyielding restraints of the horse-frame she's locked into. \n\n"Please! Let her out! She can't take it!" you beg Beefy Fajeeta, but he seems to have settled into some sort of power-saving mode, completely immobile as his plastic eyes stare at the forced mating of his 'horses'. "Please let us go!"\n\nEventually you feel yourself getting hoarse... and even just the thought of that pun makes the full realization of your own likely fate start to sink in. And so you fall silent, staring at the scene before you as you dangle from the ceiling like a bundle of herbs. The creaking, clanking horsebot just continues to fuck Tanya, as merciless as the machine it is, its metal joints protesting and its whinny recording filling the night. Tanya's head gradually falls lower and lower, until she's letting it sway back and forth limply, her lips loose and eyes half-lidded, looking barely conscious even as the huge black rubber horse dildo continues to slam into her cunt as hard and fast as ever. It must be at least an hour before the horse abruptly stops, lifting up and stepping back in a perfect reverse of its mounting motion, its rubber cock retracting into its groin. The Beefy Fajeeta animatronic suddenly moves again, striding forward and over to Tanya, and once more giving her a crack on the ass with the riding crop, though this time it barely gets a twitch out of her. She groans, obviously struggling to lift her head as she's once again forced to parade herself around the corral, shaking her ass and showing off her gaping wide pussy. At some point her body must have broken down and accepted the fucking, because the yawning tunnel her destroyed cunt has become is glistening and dripping, somehow just emphasizing how wide she's been stretched. "... help..." she mewls softly, shuddering in the robotic frame entrapping her. "... somebody... help... I don't want to be a pony anymore..."\n\nShe shudders a little as the frame comes to a stop, still hanging mostly limp in her bonds. Then her head snaps up, her eyes going wide in terror as she hears the exact same prerecorded whinny as before from behind her. There's again the clank of metal on metal as the different but virtually identical robopony behind her mounts up, and she begins to struggle frantically as it shifts into position. "No no no stop no no it's gonna fuck meEEEEEEEEEE!" From the way her eyes roll, and her jaw clenches, you don't need the slightly different angle the animatronic horse is at to tell that it did not thrust into her already destroyed pussy. The creaking, clanking robot begins pounding her ass with the same frantic but measured pace as the other one used, Tanya's eyes showing almost entirely white as her body shudders under the assalt, drool sliding down her chin below her clenched, bared teeth. You wonder if, in her state, she realizes the obvious... that this one's going to rape her asshole just as long as the other one raped her pussy.\n\n"The filly breeds good," Beefy's electronic voice declares in a satisfied tone, as he turns towards you. "Now, is time to ready other filly," he continues, reaching up to unhook the rope you're hanging by.\n\n<hr>\n[["No! No, please!"|WilmaFun]]\n\n[["But I'm not a pony!"|WilmaFun]]\n\n[["Yes, fuck, make me a horse!"|WilmaFun]]

Hm. Maybe this is a good opportunity to score some points with your Mistre-, er, new employer. Smiling, you stand and round the desk, standing in front of the reporter. "Pipa. Look at me." Her head raises slightly, glassy eyes turned towards you. "Why have you been investigating Katsuko Kinomoto?"\n\n"Too... powerful, too many secrets," Pipa drones back.\n\n"No, no, you're wrong. You might have told yourself that, but it's actually because you admire her. The more you've learned about her, the more you've come to love her, even worship her from afar," you correct primly.\n\n"I... worship her," the reporter echoes, a little shiver passing through her body.\n\n"That's right." Pulling up the front of your skirt and pushing down your panties, you fish out your cock and rub the half-hard thing against her face, which provokes a soft moan of what sounds like pleasure... apparently sexual stimulus in the trance state can get a reaction! And what a one it was. "In fact, every night you go to bed hoping and dreaming that she has a big, fat cock like this one."\n\n"I dream she has a cock," is repeated back, Pipa's next soft moan washing warm breath over the skin of your shaft. "I hope she has a big, fat cock."\n\n"And you'd do anything, anything at all, if she let you suck it, wouldn't you?" you encourage, using your hardening dick to knock her press hat off and send it tumbling down her back and into the chair.\n\n"Yessss," she moans, her tongue sliding out and stroking along your shaft just a little bit, just enough that she can do it without moving her head.\n\n"You'd work night and day doing whatever she wanted, all hoping that one day she'd fuck you, wouldn't you?" you coo, rubbing the tip of your cock against her lips and smearing some pre across them. "And if she ever did, that would just cement in your mind that you're her property, completely unable to go against any of her wishes."\n\nPipa's only reply is a moan that becomes muffled as you slide your cock into her mouth and down her throat, her tranced state suppressing her gag reflex. You don't bother to hold back, just putting a hand on the back of her head and pumping your hips quickly, panting softly as your tits bounce beneath your blouse. You occasionally manage to add in some extra bit about how she's always yearned to serve someone better than herself, and Katsuko is that someone, her superior, her owner, her goddess. You're fairly sure the cute young reporter cums more than once from you fucking her throat and rewriting her mind to prepare her for a lifetime of abject slavery, to judge by the wet spot that spreads across the seat of the chair as well as the dark material of her pants.\n\nEventually you grunt and shove forward, burying her nose against your crotch as you spill your load deep down your throat... to avoid a mess of course. Finally, you pull out, and spend a few moments cleaning yourself up just a bit before tucking your cock away again. You clear your throat, then say, "Alright, Pipa, in a minute I'm going to wake you up. When you wake up, you'll be convinced we had a wonderful interview where I was pleasant, witty, and helpful, and you're pleased despite not learning a thing. Without realizing what you're doing, you'll undress completely and then put back on only your pants, shirt, and shoes, then go outside, tell my secretary I'd like to see her, and have a seat. When my secretary comes back out, she'll tell you that Katsuko Kinomoto wants to give you an interview, and a car will be by for you shortly. You'll find it hard to contain your excitement, and spend the entire ride over hoping desperately that the moment you walk into the room with her she's going to shove you to your knees and fuck your mouth like she was a wild stallion. Understood?"\n\n"Understood," she murmurs, giving a little shiver.\n\nGrinning, you move to sit back down behind your desk, then give her a mental nudge. She blinks, then smiles brightly at you. "Wow, Patissier-san, I can honestly say I can't remember the last time I had such a good interview," she says cheerfully as she stands up and shrugs out of her jacket, letting it fall to the floor in front of her chair.\n\n"I'm glad you enjoyed it so much," you reply cheerfully as she unbuttons her blouse and drops it as well, then unclasps her bra and lets it fall, baring her perky tits.\n\n"I really did, it's such a change from everyone else who's so close-lipped," she says in a relieved tone as she undoes her belt and then shoves down both her pants and panties, pushing her shoes off with them. She sits back down on the chair, providing you several interesting views of her bare pussy as she tugs her socks off, then stands and bends over to toss her panties aside before tugging her pants back up. "Just, thank you."\n\n"Not at all, my pleasure." You smile as she tugs her shirt back on and buttons it back up most of the way, her nipples now obviously tenting the fabric. She steps back into her shoes and gives you a cheerful wave, before turning and leaving the office.\n\nA moment later, an amused-looking Ryoko enters in her place. "I see you handled things. I'm a bit surprised, she seemed strong-willed enough to not be able to be put under at all."\n\n"It wasn't easy," you admit, before smiling and adding, "But I did a fair bit of reprogramming. Apparently she was already looking into our Mistress, and had some idea she was involved in my appointment." You nod solemnly as Ryoko's eyebrows shoot up. "I thought that might shock you. But I turned her suspicion of our Mistress into worship instead... she can turn Pipa into her sexual plaything, or just lead her on forever with the promise of sex... either way, Pipa and her blog should now be our Mistress's to command. Tell Pipa that Katsuko Kinomoto is going to give her an interview, and have a car brought around... she won't be able to give up her will to our Mistress fast enough."\n\nYou'd have to rate Ryoko's shocked and impressed expression as the second most lovely sight of the day. She nods, almost numbly. "I... yes, yes of course. I'll get in touch with the Mistress right away. She'll be <i>very</i> pleased, I'm sure."\n\nYou spend the rest of the day dealing with rather more mundane issues... sadly, Kanna Amaguri did indeed disappear during class change, and from some of her posts on social media, may have taken an impromptu trip to the beach for the next few days. Oh well, a problem for later. You're sitting in front of the TV stroking your cock to one of the porn channels (a non-local one and thus uncensored, who says money can't buy happiness?) when the phone rings. Muting the TV and taking a second to compose yourself, you answer, and hear Katsuko's purr of a voice on the other end. "Well well well. You have quickly become my new favorite, Helen-chan."\n\n"Thank you, Mistress," you reply, the phrase coming so easily now it's almost a little scary. \n\n"Ryoko updated me on all the decisions you made today as well, when she informed me of your little gift... a thoughtful and wonderful one, by the way, little Pipa will be most useful both in bed and for spreading my message. While your changes weren't exactly what I wanted, it seems like you've got a good handle on the direction I want to go while giving it quite a thoughtful twist of your own as well. I'm impressed... admittedly, I am slightly more impressed by my wonderful new slave," she adds thoughtfully. "Tell me, what would you say to giving me more of these?"\n\n"More... slaves? Like Pipa?"\n\n"Well, more slaves, they needn't be exactly like this one. I'll let you pick the next one... please me again with your choice, and even more succulent rewards than I already had planned await you. After that, a new one every month or so, and depending on the talent you show, ever greater rewards."\n\n<hr>\n[[Agree to give her another slave.|HelenJP]]\n\n[[Refuse.|HelenJP]]

You stare at Pipa, concentrating on putting her under like the other people you've tried your ability on. At first, it doesn't seem to be working... the only change in her expression is that she looks increasingly smug as your silence drags out, apparently taking it as confirmation. Then she abruptly looks rather startled, before slowly slumping in her chair, shoulders easing and head sagging forward.\n\n"... Whew," you murmur, rubbing a hand across your forehead. That... was far more difficult than the delivery people. On the other hand, it looks like you have her under rather deeper than you put most of them. You should have a nice, easy time giving her some new directives. Hm, but what directives should those be...?\n\n<hr>\n[[Promote the school's new direction.|HelenJP]]\n\n[[Make her your personal slave.|HelenJP]]\n\n[[Make her a gift to Katsuko.|HelenJP3x3]]

"Attractive, I mean," you continue, looking down, face red as he gently takes your arm and begins dabbing at your skin with a dampened cotton swab. "I mean, you're not just big, and so muscular, and... I mean, I've always liked lions, and... um, sorry."\n\n"Certainly nothing to be sorry for." When you chance a peek up at him... well, you can't see it, but somehow you get the impression he's blushing too. He takes hold of the needle and slips it smoothly into your arm, taping it in place, the whole thing so quick you barely even notice it. "Ahem. Well." He straightens and retrieves a syringe of brilliantly purple liquid to inject into the dripline. "You'll likely feel your temperature rise a bit, my dear, completely normal. This won't take terribly long."\n\nYou nod, wriggling in place a bit as you settle fully on the chair. Soon you understand what he meant... you start to feel warm, and then hot, your skin flushing. You start panting some, your breasts rising and falling under the plain teal top. Your nipples stiffen and your pussy moistens as you feel your temperature rise in more ways than one. Soon you find that you're sweating profusely, sweat starting to soak into the top of the scrubs, making them cling to your cleavage. You squirm some more in place, huffing, and look over towards Dr. Hatfield, who's frowning at the console he's standing at. "Wh-... what is it?"\n\n"Hm. I've never seen a temperature rise quite this extreme in any other case," he murmurs, before glancing up and quickly amending, "But all of your vitals are still good, you seem to be in no particular danger, Ms. Patissier. This may simply be your unique reaction to the therapy, each one is just a little different as far as we've observed." He walks back over and checks the bag and dripline, then reaches down to help you up. "Here, if you'll just come with me."\n\nThe moment his big hand wraps around your upper arm, you gasp and climax, your legs twitching in reaction to the orgasm that slams through you. If your face wasn't already as red as it could get, you'd blush like mad. He moves his other hand to rest on your back and help balance you as you're guided towards a tall half-cylinder sitting vertically nearby, and you orgasm again, your whole body shaking lightly. You feel hyper-aware of that big, powerful body nearby, and you cum several more times as he helps you along, the scrubs pants winding up clinging to your pussy and inner thighs. You glance sheepishly at him, wondering if he's noticed... judging by the way he's doggedly keeping his gaze forward, and the steadily growing (and truly immense) bulge in his shorts, he absolutely has. The sight of that bulge and the realization he knows that you're climaxing makes you orgasm so hard that you can't suppress a moan.\n\nYou're shaking like a leaf by the time he actually steps you up onto the small platform, then steps away to work the nearby console. You draw in a harsh breath as a tingling infuses the burning heat in your entire body, setting off yet another orgasm. You're not sure you've ever cum this much in one day in your life, let alone fifteen minutes! Your eyes roll up in your head and your tongue lolls out as the tingling grows stronger in your chest as your tits start to enlarge, growing fuller, and rounder by the moment. The red tone of your skin starts to even out and deepen slightly, even as your arms and legs lengthen, becoming even more feminine and curvaceous, your hips and ass rounding out and filling out the scrub pants enough to make them snug. Your lower lips plump up as your upper lips darken to a rich, glossy black color. You can even feel tingling in your scalp and, well, lower down, and then a gentle brushing motion against your ears and the back of your neck.\n\nYou gasp, cumming harder than ever as the scrubs suddenly burst into flame. You look down at yourself, panting and gasping, watching your tits... bigger than your head, at least... heave and wobble, capped by dark black nipples. You look at your hands... your nails have become glossy and chrome, actually reflective. Looking up and into a mirror, you see glowing, solid yellow eyes and gently swaying, luminescent hair in flickering shades of orange and red. ... Yes, even the hair down there, though you keep it short enough that it doesn't actually move, just flicker through the glowing colors.\n\n"Ah... oh my," Dr. Hatfield murmurs, staring at you with wide eyes. Then he clears his throat, looking down at the board. "My, yes, well. It appears your body temperature is leveling out, though still quite a bit higher than a standard human's... 110 Farenheit, fascinating. If this data is right, you would also be completely immune to fires and incredible temperatures. I'm also reading some, ah... various other alterations." He actually frowns a bit, eyes narrowing. "There is quite a bit of pheremone output, and what appears to be some activity in the lobes of the brain associated with psychic abilities..."\n\nYou're only half listening, though... your glowing yellow eyes are fixed on his crotch. His cock looks like it's about ready to tear its way out of the tight black shorts... and you're not entirely sure he's even completely hard yet. You lick your lips at the thought of wrapping them around whatever he's (poorly) hiding... you're fairly certain that he wouldn't exactly try to fight you off if you just went over there and pulled those shorts down. Actually... something tells you that you could make him do whateeeever you wanted...\n\n<hr>\n[[Suck him.|HelenNYPlaceholder]]\n\n[[Dominate him.|HelenNYPlaceholder]]\n\n[[Control yourself.|HelenNYPlaceholder]]

<<set $capsucc += 1>>You shift your position a little. Waiting for the right timing will be difficult, but it's really the best and clearest chance you'll have. You settle in, using a few meditation techniques the wicked witch books suggested to keep yourself calm and focused as you wait.\n\nIt takes awhile, but eventually an exiting customer stumbles coming out, dragging on the door and leaving it gaping wide open, and making Tifa take a few steps closer to see if he's alright. Grinning, you sight and take the shot, the dart striking right on Tifa's bare stomach and making her jump in shock.\n\nWith a nice clean torso shot like that, it doesn't take particularly long before you find yourself in the reconditioning room, standing in the darkness surrounding the light around the chair. It's a simple metal thing with restraints currently holding Tifa, whose eyes look slightly glazed with a mixture of fogginess and arousal. She struggles futilely at the restraints, the tranquilizer slowing her movements, and mostly just succeeding in making her tits jiggle, nipples stiff under the white fabric of her shirt.\n\nYou set the rifle aside and then step into the light, specifically over to the control panel for the various machines. Tifa focuses on you, managing to scowl a little, though there's a hint of fear on her face as well. "Who are you? Where is this?!"\n\n"Relaaax Tifa," you coo. "You won't be worrying about anything at all soon." You smirk as her eyes widen at the array of potential meanings for that, before you continue. "Let's start with the physical reconditioning, shall we?"\n\n"Physical...?" Tifa cuts herself off, her throat tightening as you begin working the screen, causing a number of slender robotic arms to lower from the ceiling around her. She yelps as they fire thin red rays at her, the points of the lasers moving across her body and causing her clothes to smoke and part, but leaving her skin untouched. In seconds she's sitting naked, squirming some in renewed fear (and no doubt at the feel of cold metal on her bare skin). Her movements stop, though, her body going rigid and her eyes going wide as a pair of new arms tipped with large syringes, long, thin, gleaming needles angling down towards her. "W-wait, please, I-!" She cuts off with another yelp as the needles pierce the firm, smooth flesh of her tits and slide in, her hands gripping the arms of the chair and body shuddering as the glowing green fluid in the syringe chambers is pressed inside, her tits actually swelling slightly just from the volume of the stuff. She pants softly, her face already starting to look more flushed than just the mild aphrodisiac from the dart could account for. Then she gasps loudly as her tits begin to swell, gradually but visibly expanding outward, growing larger and heavier by the second. Her whole body shudders, and you watch her bite down on a moan as the pleasurable sensation of her growing tits obviously starts to get to her. "S-stop, no," she groans, shuddering as her nipples thicken and widen, dribbles of milk starting to leak out of them as her boobs grow larger and larger, quickly doubling the size of her head and showing no signs of stopping.\n\nYou lightly reach down to rub your hardon through your suit as you watch the growth, Tifa's tits getting larger and larger, her body twitching and shuddering in light but persistent boobgasms as they grow bigger and more sensitive by the second. By the time it stops, her breasts resting in her own lap and indented by her arms fastened to those of the chair, she's whimpering softly and constantly. She yelps again as you initiate the next phase, the chair shifting and splitting into an upright X-frame position, spreading her legs wide and showing off her sodden pussy, wet thighs shedding a few drops onto the floor. Another, somewhat smaller pair of syringe arms move into place between her legs, and she gives a short shriek as the needles penetrate her engorged outer lips. Her eyes roll, teeth clenching as her pussy begins to swell much like her boobs did, drool running down the side of her chin as she cums far more intensely than before at her cunt growing larger and fatter, until it's pressing outward against her thighs. The growth isn't quite as extreme as her tits... she winds up with a plump, swollen pussy a bit larger than a softball, or half a one at least, just enough to overflow your hand if you cupped it.\n\n"I... I c-can't take anymore," she gasps out pleadingly. "P-please don't grow anything else!"\n\n"No worries, just one more injection to go," you promise, tapping more controls on the screen. "This won't cause any growth... actually maybe some slight shrinkage."\n\nHer eyes widen again as a fresh pair of syringes are lowered, these filled with glowing purple fluid instead... and moving into position at the sides of her head. "W-wait, no, I-!" But she cuts off, mouth open wide and face pure shock, body trembling as the needles slide into her ears, the syringes beginning to inject the aphrodisiac directly into her brain. As the fluid level of the receptacles decreases, her expression gradually relaxes, lips actually curling up in a smile, tongue lolling out as she groans, "Unnnnh, yeaaaah, that feels sooooo goooood, nnnnh, fuuuuuuck..."\n\nOnce the syringes have finished injecting and withdrawn, and Tifa's giggling softly to herself at the constant mindless orgasmic buzz she's experiencing, you tap a set of controls to put the chair into motion, gradually lowering and resting her on her feet before releasing her. While it's in the process of that, you lay back and retract your suit from over your stiff prick, then access the program's debug settings for your avatar. Moving the size slider for your prick, it rapidly expands, soon towering over you at a size that would be impressive for a Clydesdale. Closing the menu, you watch as Tifa spots your towering cock and gives a squeal of delight. "Cooooock!" she moans eagerly, her immense tits swaying as she makes her way towards you, eyes glazed and drool running down her chin, even more thick arousal running from her oversized pussy and down her thighs. Without even needing to be urged, she settles to her knees between your legs, hefting the giant orbs up and slapping them around your equally huge prick. You let out a moan as she begins rubbing them up and down eagerly, her tongue still lolled out and a brainless grin on her lips as she gives you a hyper-sized titfuck. "Cock, it feels so good on my boobies, I love iiiit," she groans, before leaning forward, barely managing to get her mouth over the tip of your dick as she works it with her giant tits, milk splurting and dribbling out of her thick nipples every time they slap against your belly or she gives them a squeeze around your girth.\n\nThe sensation of having a cock the size of your leg and having it worked over by equally impressive tits is intense, and you can't hold back for long. Tifa pulls back her head as even the first little dribble of your cum is enough to fill and overflow her mouth, and she lets out little moans and gasps of pleasure as more and more gushes out, raining back down on those giant mammaries, smearing them with a thick glaze of your seed. But almost the moment your huge cock has finished shuddering and spurting, she rises to her feet and turns around, showing off her round ass to you. Her asshole has obviously absorbed some of the growth fluid injected into her pussy, turning it into a thick, powerful donut that almost pushes her cheeks apart some on its own. But it's that overly plump, slime-dripping cunt of hers that she lowers onto your pole, the hyper-engorged pussylips spreading around it and taking it in effortlessly despite its length and girth. You know her belly must be bulging up even if you can't see it... hell, you wouldn't be able to see it if she were facing you, with those tits in the way! Still, you can see most of her tits even with her face turned away, and watch them bounce heavily despite their immense size as she bends her knees and begins working herself atop you, groaning shamelessly in pleasure and giving little squeals as you smack her ass occasionally, or stick your thumb inside that thick, powerful asshole.\n\n"Coooock! Cock is sooooo gooood!" she moans eagerly as she works that ultra-plump pussy over it, her inner walls squeezing and sucking at you powerfully as she rides. Soon you grab her by the waist and start yanking her down onto you faster and harder, making her washing machine-sized tits bounce all the harder, thick girlcum spurting out wildly. There isn't a single hint of shame, hesitation, or thought to her motions, just a near-animal need to be stuffed with the cock she continues to croon about as she pumps herself down on you eagerly with your hauling on her waist. Finally you shove up and begin once more emptying your oversized balls into her, her belly steadily swelling out between her tits, Tifa throwing back her head and yowling gleefully, tongue lolling and eyes rolling completely in her head, fountains of milk geysering out of her thick nipples.\n\nAfter a moment you shove her off of you, letting her flop forward to rest on her own beanbag chair tits, her sweaty body twitching and shuddering, spread legs showing off the torrent of cum steadily flowing out of her overplumped pussy. Smirking, you tap your wrist device to reset your character model, and to send Tifa to her prepared spot back in the hab.<<set $sluttifa to true>>\n\n<hr>\nBack to the [[mission room|Capture-MissionRoom]].

<b><i>Alpha 99-F</i></b>\n\n*<b>Main:</b> Cyan (as Shian) and the [[occult club|GGJS2x4]] can continue investigating the Mystery Circle or the Black Dogs of Doom.\n-Update 2-\n*<b>Main:</b> After being sentenced to a mental facility, Cyan can [[jump off the building|GGSR4x1]] (definitely not at all proving them right).\n\n<b><i>Alpha 98-F</i></b>\n\n[[October Dev Diary|Oct2024DD]]\n\n*<b>Main:</b> Cyan can use the demon summoning circle [[as-is|GGMB1x3]] once she's added the containment circle.\n*<b>Main:</b> Cyan (as Kachime Shian) can pick the [[occult studies club|GGJS2x3]] to join.\n*<b>Main:</b> Continuing Cyan visiting the public restroom in [[Churchclock Park|GGUL1x7]].\n\n<b><i>Alpha 97-F</i></b>\n\n*<b>Main:</b> Cyan has a [[new email|GGComp1x1]] she can read.\n-Update 2-\n*<b>Main:</b> Cass can decide she's [[living her best life|Cass2x1]] after Heather gives her the okay.\n\n<b><i>Alpha 96-F</i></b>\n\n*<b>Main:</b> Cyan can now [[decline|GGDog8x1]] the invitation to join Andi and Bambi's club.\n-Update 2-\n*Continuing with Cyan.\n\n<b><i>Alpha 95-F</i></b>\n\n*<b>Main:</b> Cyan can now seek a posting to a [[space station|GGSR13x4]] during her Space Ranger academy training.\n-Update 2-\n*<b>Main:</b> Added new young adult character Cass.\n\n<b><i>Alpha 94-F</i></b>\n\n*<b>Main:</b> Cyan can find she has an email from [[her school|GGComp1x1]].\n\n<b><i>Alpha 93-F</i></b>\n\n*<b>Main:</b> Theresa's Honey has a new reason for [[acting strange|TheresaStart]]. She can also take up collecting as a hobby.\n-Update 2-\n*Continuing Theresa collecting spooky jewelry.\n\n<b><i>Alpha 92-F</i></b>\n\n*<b>Main:</b> Cyan can see the full moon after deciding to solo camp on the [[near side|GGMB5x4]] of the stream.\n*<b>Main:</b> Cyan can decide to play the vanilla(ish) version of [[Skyrim|CyrimStart]] in her VR rig.\n-Update 1-\n*More Cyan after the werewolf meeting.\n\n<b><i>Alpha 91-F</i></b>\n\n*<b>Main:</b> Cyan can suggest [[taking action|GGDog15x3]] the morning after seeing her mother in the backyard indulging her curiosity.\n\n<b><i>Alpha 90-F</i></b>\n\n*<b>Main:</b> Holly can ask Santa for [[things|HollyXmas7x2]]. (Holly's Christmas eve outfit has also been altered a bit further up. I'll probably edit the other path a bit later too.)\n*<b>Main:</b> Cyan can [[agree to help the villagers|CyanDDD1x2]] when playing Dean's solo tabletop game as Cybil.\n\n<b><i>Alpha 89-F</i></b>\n\n*<b>Main:</b> Cyan can look into the potential of a [[werewolf gathering|GGMB4x1]] in the magic book.\n\n<b><i>Alpha 88-F</i></b>\n\n[[October Dev Diary|Oct2023DD]]\n\n*<b>Main:</b> Cyan has new options available in the VR [[app store|GGVRAppStore]].\n*<b>Main:</b> Monk Cyan can [[remain silent|GGMonk7x2]] when her slaver captor offers the deal.\n*<b>Main:</b> Cyan can find a new item [[for sale|GGDL1x1]] on DeviList.\n*<b>Main</b>: Wilma has [[suggestions|WilmaFun9x2]] to explain the Beefy animatronic's "reaction" in the stables.\n\n<b><i>Alpha 87-F</i></b>\n\n[[September Dev Diary|Sept2023DD]]\n\n*<B>Main:</b> Cyan can now access the [[app store|GGVR1x3]] on her VR rig.\n*<b>Main:</b> Cyan can look into the "[[Find a Date Meeting|GGDateStart]]" on DeviList.\n*<b>Main:</b> Cyan can agree they should [[lock the door|GGLes1x1]] when fooling around with Leslie.\n*<b>Main:</b> Cyan can [[leave the office|GGSR13x3]] after being welcomed to Space Ranger Academy.\n*<b>Main:</b> Cyan can [[agree|GGRogue15x12]] to Alrid's suggestion that she might be married off to a human noble.\n*<b>Main:</b> Cyan can decide to [[fool around|GGUncle1x7]] with her cousin.\n*<b>Main:</b> Wilma and Tanya can check out the [[Beefy Fajeeta|WilmaFun3x1]] animatronic in the stable.\n*<b>Main:</b> Cyan and Leslie can spot [[a bunch of guys in suits|GGLes4x1]] approaching Leslie's neighbor.\n*<b>Main:</b> Cyan can [[agree to be put off the ship|GGSR3x1]] after being Space Ranger pressganged.\n*<b>Main:</b> Marei can [[be honest|MareiBots2x2]] when the newly-activated Guard questions her.\n\n<b><i>Alpha 86-F</i></b>\n\n*<b>Main:</b> Cyan has a [[new game|GGVR1x4]] to play on her Virtual Dimension Rig.\n\n<b><i>Alpha 85-F</i></b>\n\n*<b>Main:</b> Cyan can compliment "Destroyer's" [[sheath|GGLes2x6]].\n\n<b><i>Alpha 84-F</i></b>\n\n[[May Dev Diary|May2023DD]]\n\n*<b>Main</b>: Holly can [[give in|HollyNov3x2]] when hit with the full force of the strange boy's smell.\n*<b>Main:</b> Cyan has a new starting option where she can meet up with her friends directly.\n\n<b><i>Alpha 83-F</i></b>\n\n[[April Dev Diary|Apr2023DD]]\n\n*<b>Main:</b> New young adult female character Theresa is now available.\n\n<b><i>Alpha 82-F</i></b>\n\n[[March Dev Diary|March2023DD]]\n\n*<b>Main:</b> Cyan can [[hide in the shower|GGParent13x3]] when her father's sleepwalking.\n*<b>Main:</b> After being relocated to Japan by Celest, Cyan can take the [[train|GGJS1x1]] to school.\n*<b>Main:</b> Cyan can now buy [[headphones|GGME2x1]] at Brightstar Electronics.\n\n<b><i>Alpha 81-F</i></b>\n\n*<b>Main:</b> Cyan can now decide she's [[addicted|GGDog13x3]] after indulging with Cam.\n*<b>Main:</b> Layla can now tell Song she'll [[go on the run|MeanHH3x5]].\n\n<b><i>Alpha 80-F</i></b>\n\n[[January Dev Diary|Jan2023DDF]]\n\n*<b>Main:</b> Male dungeon lord Cyan can now choose [[Epic Device|GGDungeon4x2]] or Glorious Tome in the Ultra Gacha.\n*<b>Game Change:</b> Due to limitations with Twine, this update is where the split between Female and Male editions of the game will begin. There are various efforts to resolve these limitations, and when they are merging the games back together will be relatively easy, but for now this is the easiest solution.\n*<b>Main:</b> Altered the passage where demon Cyan in the haunted house [[focuses on the boys|GGHH17x1]] and went from there.\n*<b>Main:</b> Cyan can admit to Rina that she snagged a [[tentacle alien egg|GGRA1x3]].\n*<b>Main:</b> Cyan can become a [[home product tester|GGDL4x1]] for AppAssure.\n*<b>Main:</b> Cyan can now do [[world modification|Cyrim1x1]] in modded VR Skyrim.\n*<b>Main:</b> Marei can [[join|Marei20x1]] Salli and Ken when she catches them. She can also choose a [[collar|Marei17x4]] when shopping for the club with Salli.\n*<b>Main:</b> Layla can suggest [[Hill Heights|MeanSchoolStart]] for her father's relocation.\n\n<b><i>Alpha 79</i></b>\n\n[[December Dev Diary|Dec2022DD]]\n\n*<b>Main:</b> Gwyn has a [[third option|Gwyn2x1]] after getting shot down by Maria. \n*<b>Main:</b> Austin can take a look at the [[camera|Austin9x1]] from the box of his uncle's artifacts.\n*<b>Main:</b> Austin can also go down [[during Motoko's time in the bath|Austin2x5]], or [[not bother with an alarm|Austin2x6]], \n*<b>Main:</b> Jamie can discover he's bought a [[new item|QOKevDT1x2]] from the mysterious store.\n*<b>Main:</b> Cat Burglar Eric can decide to [[steal another jewel|Palladium7x1]] while burgling Lianna Guyer's bedroom.\n*<b>Main:</b> Cyan has a [[new game|GGVR1x4]] in the infernal VR rig's list.\n\n<b><i>Alpha 78</i></b>\n\n[[November Dev Diary|Nov2022DD]]\n\n*<b>Main:</b> Cyan can continue the branch of [[obtaining a car from her uncle|GGUncle1x4]].\n*<b>Main:</b> Jamie can continue the [[special services|QOPoke5x1]] from Nurse Joi.\n*<b>Main:</b> Holly can decide to [[visit family|HollyNovember]] for Thanksgiving.\n*<b>Main:</b> Maya can discover Jamie's had a [[different reaction|QOBook21x5]] to her post-potion self.\n*<b>Main:</b> Amanda can buy the [[Space Explorer playkit|SweetBro1x2]] for her brother.\n*<b>Main:</b> There's a [[new class|GGMageStart]] in the 'Complete Mage' book Cyan can look at in the library.\n*<b>Main:</b> Jamie can [[sneak peeks at Ms. Lorne|QOSchool1x2]] after staying to help her clean up.\n*<b>Main:</b> Jamie can answer in the [[affirmative|QOSis1x7]] to his mother's suggestion for a family activity after Knight of Glory.\n\n<b><i>Alpha 77</i></b>\n\n[[October Dev Diary|Oct2022DD]]\n\n*<b>Main:</b> Rags-clad male fighter Eric can now try to make money by [[pickpocketing|EricMF9x8]].\n*<b>Main:</b> When playing with her new computer's VR, Cyan can try the [[data storage|GGVR1x3]] option.\n*<b>Main:</b> Jamie can agree to help [[Kowsumi|QOKeys3x5]] fix the ship.\n*<b>Main:</b> Buddy can assume the witch and catgirl trick-or-treaters are [[prostitutes|BuddyOct17x1]].\n*<b>Main:</b> Buddy can give Ciara some [[privacy until dinner|Ciara1x2]].\n*<b>Main:</b> Jamie can pick the [[body|QOBook3x1]] "unnatural powers" to look at in the magic book.\n* <b>Main:</b> Wilma can [[agree|WilmaFun2x3]] to undergo the same process as Tanya in Bunzy's Bodacious Makeovers.\n\n<b><i>Alpha 76</i></b>\n\n[[September Dev Diary|Sept2022DD]]\n\n*<b>Main:</b> Jamie can now suggest that he and Maya look at the "[[Poshuns|QOMaya1x1]]" in the magic book. He can also choose "[[Anh Ihmppe to Sarvh Yoo|QOBook1x1]]" under the summoning options.\n*<b>Main:</b> Jack can now anticipate his son asking for [[more dubious things|JackBoyStart]].\n*<b>Main:</b> Celeste can now check out more [[obviously dubious|CelesteStart]] job listings too.\n* <b>Main:</b> After touching the longsword, Eric can now [[run away|EricMFStart]] from the attacking bandits.\n*<b>Main:</b> Jamie can try the [[pentagram key|QOKeys1x2]] again.\n\n<b><i>Alpha 75</i></b>\n\n[[July Dev Diary|July2022DD]]\n\n*<b>Main:</b> Continuing Holly's infernalized [[July 4th party|HolJuly1x4]].\n*<b>Main:</b> After freeing the futa vampire, Eric can [[look into her eyes|HHHVampDick1x1]].\n*<b>Main:</b> Cyan and Sapphire can decide to [[accept|GGAlien2x6]] their new situation after returning to Earth. Earlier on, the double Cyans can decide to [[stay with Celest|GGAlien2x4]].\n*<b>Main:</b> When searching for water on the mysterious island, Amanda can [[forget to check|SKMI1x1]] before drinking.\n*<b>Main:</b> A new store for Cyan to check out has been added to the [[shopping district|GGShopStart]].\n*<b>Main:</b> Jamie can tell Kalli the important part of a good relationship is [[defined roles|QOKalli1x1]].\n*<b>Main:</b> Cyan can now [[think better|GGMoto1x1]] of just grabbing the interruption in the motorcycle's ignition.\n*<b>Main:</b> Cyan can now select [[Schwanstuckers of Skyrim|Cyrim1x1]] as the first mod to use in VR Skyrim.\n*<b>Main:</b> Jamie can request the [[sampler box|QOKevPorn6x2]] for the popular girls' party.\n\n<b><i>Alpha 74</i></b>\n\n[[June Dev Diary|June2022DD]]\n\n*<b>Main:</b> Continuing some of the [[scenarios|QODigi3x1]] with Jamie and Maya and the Minidigitizer.\n*<b>Main:</b> A new branch has been inserted when Eric agrees to let [[Anubilis|HLSenshi14x1]] have his body. ("Confront her as you are" leads to the original choices.)\n*<b>Main:</b> Some more of Jamie in the Skyrim sim, starting in the [[torture room|QOSkyrim1x5]] and going down both paths.\n*<b>Main:</b> And for a completely different approach to the same subject, [[Cyan|GGVR1x4]] can also play Skyrim on her new VR rig.\n*<b>Main:</b> Mallory-in-Jamie's-body can claim the [[enhancement bracers|QOInc8x4]] from the lockbox at the bank.\n*<b>Main:</b> Helen can decide to see to the [[Advanced Chemistry Students|HelenJP7x3]] at Fakkushiri High.\n*<b>Main:</b> Jamie can now be offered a [[completely normal Pokemon|QOPoke1x1]] to start his Selassa-obligated journey.\n*<b>Main:</b> Jamie can attend to his mother's [[MILF guests|QOKevScheme5x3]] first in the Errana-influenced storyline.\n*<b>Main:</b> [[July|HollyStart]] is now available at Holly's start.\n\n<b><i>Alpha 73</i></b>\n\n[[Catchup Dev Diary|Misc2022DD]]\n\n*<b>Main:</b> Added a [[Lewd Smartphone|RanXDeb1x1]] to the debug items option of Eric's Ranma sim.\n*<b>Main:</b> After using SpinJob to turn Maya into a happy sex slave, Jamie can [[agree|QOSJ5x1]] they should get cleaned up.\n*<b>Main:</b> Eric can tell wimpified female Ranma he's going to fuck her [[pussy|RanPP8x1]].\n*<b>Main:</b> Decided to remove the "Advanced Programming Techniques" option from the Digitizer sim.\n*<b>Main:</b> It will be replaced by "[[Fate/Lewd Order|Digitizer10x2]]".\n*<b>Main:</b> Girl-form incuJamie can now do [[clothes shopping|QOFamInc1x3]] with Maya and Keva.\n*<b>Main:</b> Jamie can now [[do a brief pass-through|FGWLeisStart]] play of Farmster Girl World to unlock other options for the Virtual Dimension Rig. (See dev diary for more info.)\n*<b>Main:</b> When visiting Liam, Gwyn can [[sit and wait|GwynLiam1x3]] for him to return.\n*<b>Main:</b> Cyan can now [[wake up Fang|GGMonk5x4]] after staying over at Bellweather's.\n*<b>Main</b>: Blessed Buddy can decide to see just how far he can take things with [[Ayako and Laura|BudBless3x1]]\n*<b>Main:</b> Cyan can decide to purchase [[The Diablo|GGME2x1]] from Brightstar Electronics.\n*<b>Main:</b> More of Cyan and [[her uncle|GGUncle1x3]].\n*<b>Main:</b> Cyan can also [[just grab|GGMoto1x1]] the thing that's keeping the motorcycle from starting up.\n* <b>Main:</b> Eric can tell Rei he's good with [[whatever will make her happy|HLSenshi23x3]] after butt stuff.\n*<b>Main:</b> Austin can hang out on the [[first floor|AusJP2x1]] of the party at his Japanese university.\n*<b>Main:</b> Added two new items, the Training Suit and the Bot to the '[[Devices|RanDeb2x1]]' selection on no-item debug mode.\n*<b>Main:</b> Jamie can tell Gideon he's [[not curious|QOGid2x1]] about being with another guy.\n*<b>Main:</b> Cyan can [[dare|GGParent13x9]] when discussing "Little Daddy".\n*<b>Main:</b> Jamie can get home and found he bought [[a jewelry box|QOKevDT1x2]] while shopping with Kevin.\n\n<b><i>Alpha 72</i></b>\n\n[[January Dev Diary|Jan2022DD]]\n\n* Made Marei slightly older. I admit wanting her to be a young widow but I also made her like bare minimum old enough to have Ken, so. Adding a few years gives her slightly more range.\n*<b>Main:</b> Marei can now decide to look at her late husband's [[androids|Marei15x1]] for scratching her itch.\n*<b>Main:</b> Cyan can buy the [[detachable penis|GGDL2x1]].\n*<b>Main:</b> Jack can now decide to get [[Gabriel|JackGD1x1]] for Lita.\n*<b>Main</b>: Jack can also have a son instead of a daughter.\n*<b>Main:</b> Cyan can now also browse the DeviList [[want ads|GGDLStart]].\n\n<b><i>Alpha 71</i></b>\n\n[[December Dev Diary|Dec2021DD]]\n\n*<b>Main:</b> Plushified Jamie can see that the dildo Tanya is getting out is [[really weird|QOVex4x4]].\n*<b>Main:</b> Eric can now [[blackmail|RanDeb1x12]] Ranma with the footage he took after using the Slowburn on her.\n*<b>Main:</b> I considered and realized that 'Barbarian' didn't seem very likely as something Layla would pick. It's been replaced with [[Druid|MeanSima1x5]].\n*<b>Main</b>: Cyan's infiltration of her parents' secret party can [[continue|GGParent15x2]].\n*<b>Main</b>: Eric can summon the [[Orgasmatron|RanDeb2x1]] to use on Ranma.\n*<b>Main:</b> Jamie can have a [[realization|QOMeta1x10]] when facing Cognitive Tanya.\n*<b>Main</b>: Jamie can [[kiss Emi|QOBro1x12]] after actually talking to him on their hookup date.\n\n<b><i>Alpha 70</i></b>\n\n[[November Dev Diary|Nov2021DD]]\n\n*<b>Main</b>: Plushie Jamie can see that the dildo Tanya is getting out is [[purple and sparkly|QOVex4x4]].\n*<b>Main</b>: Celeste can take the job at [[Bambi's Bikini Pizza|CelPizzaStart]].\n*<b>Main:</b> Mike can refuse to show Serva and Raven "[[it|MikeMST1x3]]".\n*<b>Main:</b> Austin can [[release Murielle|AustinElf1x1]] in return for a wish.\n*<b>Main:</b> After going over to Kevin's, Jamie can suggest [[waiting for Tanya to leave|QOFam1x6]].\n*<b>Main:</b> Eric can use the debug menu to [[mess with Nabiki|RanDeb1x14]] after making a deal for sex.\n*<b>Main:</b> After selecting the crate of artifacts, Austin can [[put the pendant he finds|Austin1x2]] back.\n*<b>Main:</b> Plushie Jamie can have his mother give him to [[Maya|QOVex4x2]].\n*<b>Main:</b> Buddy can invite the [[witch and cat trick-or-treaters|BuddyOct17x1]] in for cookies.\n*<b>Main:</b> Layla can decide not to sleep on (and crease) her new [[Fighter|MeanSima1x5]] character sheet.\n\n<b><i>Alpha 69</i></b>\n\n[[October Dev Diary|Oct2021DD]]\n\n*<b>Main:</b> Incubus Jamie can be [[dominant|QOFam1x8]] when confronting Tanya.\n*<b>Main:</b> Incubus Jamie can also [[go over to Maya's|QOFam1x5]].\n*<b>Main:</b> Marei can use a [[normal condom|Marei14x8]] rather than one of the pastel variety.\n*<b>Main:</b> Cyan can now watch the action between her father and Karen [[because it's hot|GGParent3x1]].\n*<b>Main:</b> After everyone splits up, Wilma can try the [[front door|WilmaHaunt1x1]] of Defir House.\n*<b>Main:</b> Wilma can play the [[Immortal Dethbrawl|WilmaFun7x1]] cabinet in the Funland arcade.\n*<b>Main:</b> Buddy can [[fail to notice anything amiss|BuddyOct6x2]] after donning the Bouncy Kunoichi costume.\n*<b>Main:</b> Holly can cast the [[Chocolate Mouse Curse|HollyWitch1x5]] on the neighborhood punks.\n*<b>Main:</b> Amanda can accept entrance to [[Ascendant Academy|SweetBro1x4]].\n*<b>Main:</b> Celeste can [[listen to Robert|CelFiesta1x5]] when she gets caught up in teasing the animatronics.\n*<b>Main:</b> Demon Cyan can now start her conquest of the mortal realm with [[her parents|GGHH24x2]].\n*<b>Main:</b> Wilma can [[stop reading|WilmaLibrary1x1]] the Anthem of Canisaru Casru after it gets too weird. \n*<b>Main:</b> Jamie can [[undress|QOVex1x1]] the succubus plushie he bought.\n*<b>Main:</b> Buddy can focus on [[emasculating|BuddyPunks6x1]] the vandal he caught.\n\n<b><i>Alpha 68</i></b>\n\n-Update 1-\n*<b>Main:</b> Spy Cyan's adventures [[continue|GGSpy1x3]]. (I was originally going to make it so that every option got something at least a little wrong, but that seemed unfair.)\n*<b>Main:</b> Cyan can browse the novelty shirts at [[The Shed|GGGFStart]].\n-Update 2-\n*<b>Main:</b> Continuation of Helen applying for the job at [[Aspareth's School|HelenAsp1x1]].\n*<b>Main:</b> Cyan can use [[Bran|GGDog1x10]] to comfort her mother.\n*<b>Main:</b> Sam can now visit [[Horrorland|FemWorldLandStart]].\n-Update 3-\n* More of Cyan, her mom, and Bran.\n* More of Sam exploring the cult house.\n*<b>Main:</b> Celeste has a new job offering at her starting page.\n-Update 4-\n*<b>Main:</b> Sam can suggest doing something about the "biters" before [[heading to the dock|Sauria8x2]] in Isla Sauria.\n*<b>Main:</b> Marei can decide to try out the "[[glory holes|Marei17x3]]" at Sweet Dreams.\n\n<b><i>Alpha 67</i></b>\n\n[[August Dev Diary|Aug2021DD]]\n\n*<b>Main:</b> More Farmster Girl World, which will now have its own [[set of update notes|FGWUpdateNotes]]. Note: Large sections of Farmster Girl World will not work fully if accessed through Devious World, due to the coding differences between Sugarcane and Sugarcube. For the full experience, use the individual Farmster Girl World file.\n*<b>Main:</b> Looks like Waifu Ranma is [[back on the menu|RanPP1x1]], boys!\n*<b>Main:</b> Helen can now take the job at Aspareth's School. (If you're not familiar, she's an Adult Female option, the jobs are on her starting page.)\n\n<b><i>Alpha 66</i></b>\n\n[[July Dev Diary|July2021DD]]\n\n*<b>Main:</b> Jamie can now ask his catgirl maidified mom to [[show him her panties|QOSB1x1]]\n*<b>Main:</b> Instead of peeking, Jamie can now [[listen|QOKevPorn3x1]] to the noises he hears when passing Tanya's room.\n*<b>Main:</b> Blessed Buddy can suggest he, Laura, and Ayako [[go out|BudBless3x1]].\n*<b>Main:</b> Marei can now [[look into a hookup|Marei15x1]].\n*<b>Main:</b> Amanda can buy the [[Castle Fantasy|SweetBro1x2]] playset for her brother.\n*<b>Main:</b> Marei can note that Ken has [[made a big mess|Marei14x5]] due to his 'Fapluenza'.\n*<b>Main:</b> Jamie can now buy a 'Virtual Dimension Rig' from [[Nile|QONile5x1]].\n*<b>Main:</b> After hypnotizing the girls at the Hitasuneko, Austin will tell them he [[can go where he wants|Austin6x2]].\n\n<b><i>Alpha 65</i></b>\n\n[[June Dev Diary|June2021DD]]\n\n*<b>Main:</b> Ranma can now beg Happosai to [[fuck her|FRanX2x3]] when she's at his mercy.\n*<b>Main:</b> Male start Ranma can now tell Akane to [[suck a lemon|MRanXStart]].\n*<b>Main:</b> Cyan can tell the kobold that's not a lizard that she's a [[famous intellectual|GGDog9x1]].\n*<b>Main:</b> Adult male option [[Jack|chargenadultmale]] is now playable, with some tweaks.\n*<b>Main:</b> Buddy-Mai can now get [[gold sparkles|BuddyFHP6x1]] in the dick gacha. She can also buy the [[Mega Man|BuddyFHP2x2]] or the Centaur from the dick store.\n*<b>Main:</b> After yielding to futa Mai, Eric can [[ask her to wait|HLMai8x1]].\n\n<b><i>Alpha 64</i></b>\n\n[[May Dev Diary|May2021DD]]\n\n*<b>Main:</b> After becoming Hazel's apprentice, Eric can decide to go to [[regular school|RunFF10x1]].\n*<b>Main:</b> Eric can order the hentai males to [[finish breaking Ranma's will|RanDeb8x4]].\n* <b>Main</b>: Added another [[digitizer sim|Digitizer10x2]] and look it's different okay?\n*<b>Main:</b> Full debug mode Eric can now [[mess with Ranma in guy form|RanDeb1x3]].\n*<b>Main:</b> Buddy can agree to [[mana transfer|BuddyOct20x7]] with the Lizzies.\n*<b>Main:</b> Holly can now elect to [[browse around|HollyOct5x1]] the Last Resort looking for a Halloween costume.\n*<b>Main:</b> Buddy can get a costume from [[Fantasy Life|BuddyOct1x1]].\n*<b>Main:</b> Blessed Buddy can now [[take the road less traveled|BudBless1x3]] with Dana.\n*<b>Main:</b> Layla can admit to Jasmine she likes the thought of [[being transformed|MeanFarm4x6]].\n*<b>Main:</b> Raptarran Cypher can now [[summon Arana to the bait ship|BadCypher11x6]].\n*<b>Main</b>: Eric can now play [[Red XIII|FF7X3x1]] in the FF7 sim.\n*<b>Main</b>: Jamie can seek help from [[the force of personality|QOBully1x1]] in dealing with Joshua.\n\n<b><i>Alpha 63</i></b>\n\n[[April Dev Diary|Apr2021DD]]\n\n* <b>Main:</b> Lionman Jamie can [[grab the bags|QOLion1x1]] of the fleeing bank robbers.\n* <b>Main:</b> After accepting his help, Gwyn can now tell Marius he's [[looking for something different|Gwyn6x1]].\n* <b>Main:</b> After agreeing to help, Cyan can now [[accept combat training|GGSG1x1]] so she can accompany WP-Zed.\n* <b>Main:</b> Jamie can now order the [[Servabeam|QONile5x1]] with his Nile gift card.\n* <b>Main:</b> Jamie can use the Spinjob app to make his mother [[obedient|QONile3x3]].\n* <b>Main:</b> Jamie can now [[go with Leanna|QOSchool2x1]] when she adopts him.\n* <b>Main:</b> Jamie can choose the [[Dragonfruit Devil|QOHPT6x1]] Zoo Juice Soda.\n* <b>Main:</b> Layla can [[just put up with|MeanFarmStart]] Jasmine after being sent to the farm. Also, after choosing to brag on herself, several of the options are open.\n* <b>Main:</b> The [[Trikeron scenario|RanDeb6x2]] has new observations of the invasion, and if you've turned him into a harem boi Ranma is now visible in the harem. \n\n<b><i>Alpha 62</i></b>\n\n[[February-March Dev Diary|FebMarch2021DD]]\n\n* <b>Main:</b> Jamie can now try to figure out [[MeistroComp Mobile|QONile4x1]] on his own.\n* <b>Main:</b> Jamie can now refuse to go on a [[Pokemon journey|QOPokeStart]].\n* <b>Main:</b> Jamie can now be a derp and [[just free Vex from the start|QOVex1x3]].\n* <b>Main:</b> Buddy can now [[cancel dinner|BudBless1x2]] to focus his attention on Dana.\n* <b>Main:</b> Eric has a [[new device|RanDeb2x1]] to use on female Ranma in the sim.\n* <b>Main:</b> Mallory can [[respond as he sees appropriate|QOInc11x1]] to Sandra calling him a dweeb.\n* <b>Main:</b> Gwyn can now [[accept|Gwyn2x1]] Marius's offer of help with Maria.\n* <b>Main:</b> Britney can now [[go with Jenna|WBrit1x4]] on her expedition after becoming a weretiger.\n* <b>Main:</b> The [[My Little Dollmaker|RanDeb2x2]] in the Ranma sim has been altered a bit and expanded.\n* <b>Main:</b> Jamie can admit he's [[still curious|QOGid2x2]] after experimenting with Gideon.\n* <b>Main:</b> Cypher can [[kill the Raptarran|BadCypher9x2]] after it's injured by the local wildlife.\n* <b>Main:</b> Cyan can ask her uncle [[what kind of arrangement|GGUncle1x1]] would get her a car. She can also ask about the free one.\n* <b>Main:</b> Upon arriving at their "subversive" camping spot, Jamie and Gideon can [[make camp|QOGid1x4]].\n* <b>Main:</b> After killing the bandits attacking him, male fighter Eric can decide to [[raid the dragon hoard|EricMF2x1]].\n* <b>Main:</b> When going to the magic shop with Hazel, Eric can now just [[look with his eyes|RunFF5x1]].\n* <b>Main:</b> Jamie can select the [[Lemon-Lime Lion|QOHPT6x1]] six-pack when being a Testing Agent.\n\n<b><i>Alpha 61</i></b>\n\n[[January Dev Diary|Jan2021DD]]\n\n* <b>Main:</b> Jamie's mom can now suggest he go to [[Camp Cross|QOFam1x3]] after waking up as an incubus.\n* <b>Main:</b>: Jamie can [[mutter vaguely|QOSchool5x2]] after bumping into Gideon.\n* <b>Main:</b> Jamie can follow Kevin's suggestion that they go [[downtown|QOKevActivities]].\n* <b>Main</b>: Eric can now use the [[basic aphrodisiac|RanDeb1x7]] on Ranma.\n* <b>Main</b>: Jamie can now say he wants to be [[even girlier|QOBro2x6]] for Will.\n* <b>Main:</b> Space bounty hunter Cyan can now [[follow|GGMS2x3]] the craft identified as a Reeping One contact.\n* <b>Main:</b> Monk Cyan can now [[give in|GGMonk10x1]] to the lust caused by Aerienne's fireball.\n* <b>Main:</b> Jamie can now tell the incubus that for his wish, he wants to be [[like the incubus|QOInc1x9]].\n* <b>Main:</b> All options are now available when Jamie and Will are discussing [[Will's sexual prowess|QOBro2x1]].\n* <b>Main:</b> When playing with the magic book, Jamie can suggest the section on altering [[society|QOBook14x1]].\n\n<b><i>Alpha 60</i></b>\n\n[[December Dev Diary|Dec2020DD]]\n\n-Update 1-\n* <b>Main:</b> After giving the Slowburn aphrodisiac time to work, Eric can now check [[outside|RanDeb1x9]] or in Akane's room for Ranma. He can also choose [[transformations|RanDeb1x6]] when messing with the potions.\n* <b>Main:</b> Layla can now tell Sita to [[dream on|MeanSita1x1]] when she offers to get along.\n* <b>Main</b>: Amanda can now spend her summer [[hanging out with friends|SweetKidStart]].\n* <b>Main:</b> Cyan can [[know better|GGHH29x4]] than to just let Cybil out.\n* <b>Main:</b> When trapped in the log by the alligator gar, fairy Eric can wish for [[power|MiniEric2x2]].\n* <b>Main:</b> Cyantaur can [[intervene|GGCentaur7x1]] when she notices Amana getting tempted.\n* <b>Main:</b> Ranma can now ask the devil what the [[worst curse he thinks Ranma has|FRanX31x1]] is.\n\n<b><i>Alpha 59</i></b>\n\n* <b>Main:<b> Dark <strike>General</strike> Great King Mike can now just [[enjoy himself|DarkMike3x1]] with the girls he's called up for inspection.\n\n<b><i>Alpha 58</i></b>\n\n[[October Dev Diary|Oct2020DD]]\n\n* <b>Main</b>: Celeste can now sign up for the [[Special Service Program|CelPizza1x1]] with Fully Automatic Food.\n* <b>Main:</b> Eric can [[go home|RunFF10x3]] for the fall break from magic school.\n* <b>Main</b>: Layla can find her power threatened by a [[new girl|MeanGirlStart]].\n\n<b><i>Alpha 57</i></b>\n\n[[September Dev Diary|Sept2020DD]]\n\n* <b>Main:</b> Marei can now call [[the family doctor|Marei14x1]] for fear that Ken has "fapluenza".\n* <b>Main:</b> No-bonus Eric can now [[alter the entire Ranma sim|RanDeb6x1]] once he's outside the Tendo Dojo.\n* <b>Main:</b> Eric can [[meet Mai immediately|HLMai12x1]] after obtaining the hypnosis pocketwatch.\n* <b>Main:</b> Jamie can [[recruit Kevin and Maya|QOMeta1x5]] to help him take down Sandra's mental Shell.\n* <b>Main:</b> Cyan can now agree to [[adopt Puck|GGDL1x2]] the cat. (Shockingly he is not just a cat. I bet what happens surprises you.)\n* <b>Main:</b> King Jamie can tell Mama Michi he [[needs a minute|KingJamie1x3]].\n* <b>Main:</b> After volunteering for her experiments, Eric can agree to become Dr. Life's [[assistant|Palladium6x1]].\n* <b>Main:</b> Eric can now [[try to calm Big Momma|EricMF3x10]] during negotiations with Duke Emory.\n* <b>Main:</b> Futa-witch Cyan can now make her mother [["apologize"|GGCandy5x7]] when first returning home from Tandy's.\n* <b>Main:</b> Cyan can continue her [[infiltration|GGParent15x2]] of her parents' sex party.\n* <b>Main:</b> The option for [[splitting up|GGHH1x1]] at the haunted house has been changed to allow Cyan to go alone or with different people.\n\n<b><i>Alpha 56</i></b>\n\n[[August Dev Diary|August2020DD]]\n\n* <b>Main:</b> Eric's choices for asking Santa for [[a family|XmasFamStart]] have been revised and some opened up.\n* <b>Main:</b> Eric can now [[stay at magic school|RunFF10x3]] over the break.\n* <b>Main:</b> Jamie can now look at the [[high-tech gizmos|QOSchool1x6]] or vehicles on Nile.\n* <b>Main:</b> Holly can [[be snippy|HollyOct1x2]] to the cat and witch trick-or-treaters.\n* <b>Main:</b> Eric can agree to be a [[breeder|EricMF3x6]] for Big Momma's orc tribe.\n* <b>Main:</b> While fucking Darian during the blackmail threesome, Buddy can tell his mother to [[play with herself|BuddyPunk4x7]] or suck Darian's nipples.\n* <b>Main:</b> Jamie can now offer [[no comment|QOBro8x1]] to Sandy asking if he's a virgin, or answer Lil [[either way|QOBro7x1]]. In a nearby dimension, he can also find that Will left [[a pair of panties|QOBro2x5]] out as a gift.\n* <b>Main</b>: Cypher can now bet his [[sex|CyEE1x1]] at Equivalent Exchange. She can also continue playing after being turned into [[a gynoid|CyEE1x2]].\n* <b>Main:</b> Mike can go to the [[arcade|MikeFiesta2x4]] on the last night of the week after befriending the animatronics.\n\n<b><i>Alpha 55</i></b>\n\n[[July Dev Diary|July2020DD]]\n\n* <b>Main:</b> After being welcomed into his new super-family, Eric can become [[Hazel's|RunFF7x2]] apprentice.\n* <b>Main:</b> Sissified-by-Joshua Jamie can now [[reveal his condition|QOBully3x4]] to his dad. In a nearby alternate reality, non-sissified Jamie can tell Nyle he wants to [[stick up for himself|QOBully2x2]].\n* <b>Main:</b> There's now an "[[Items|RanDeb1x5]]" option for toying with female Ranma on the basic debug sim.\n* <b>Main:</b> Gwyn can now agree to Liam using his [[new creation|GwynLiam1x10]] on him.\n* <b>Main:</b> Callista can urge Sandra to [[escape through the underwater tunnel|HellKore10x2]] while she stays behind.\n* <b>Main:</b> The roster of partners available to Callista at the [[volleyball tournament|DOA2x1]] has been altered and opened up.\n* <b>Main:</b> Eric can just [[be direct|RanDeb8x1]] after luring Ranma to the woods. He can also use the Chair to target the [[most influential|RanChair1x3]] girls first.\n\n\n<b><i>Alpha 54</i></b>\n\n[[June Dev Diary|June2020DD]]\n\n* <b>Main</b>: Lord Aurik can play with new targets in the Oversight Room of the [[Trikeron sim|TrikeronStart]]. (Due to the way this section of the game works, all links to new content will need to go to the starting passage.)\n* <b>Main</b>: Monk Cyan can now [[listen to the fortuneteller|GGMonk11x9]] for Kovam's sake.\n* <b>Main</b>: Holly, when going to a Halloween party as a sex slave, can now choose [[none of the collar tags|HollyOct6x2]].\n* <b>Main:</b> Eric can now touch the hand phaser in the [[high-tech section|PropMuseumWeapHiTech]] of the prop museum.\n* <b>Main:</b> Cypher in Jeanne's body can [[admit they're Cypher|Cypher7x1]] when confronted by Nyx and Hanlon.\n* <b>Main:</b> Cyan can [[state her favorite monster|GGMon1x1]] when giving Dean the T-shirt.\n* <b>Main:</b> Cyan can decide to [[not be hasty|GGParent13x7]] when discussing her father's sleepwalking with her mother.\n* <b>Main</b>: Eric can now use "[[enhancements|RanDeb1x6]]" on female Ranma. Earlier, he can also take her [[somewhere more remote|RanDeb1x4]] for playing with.\n\n<b><i>Alpha 53</i></b>\n\n[[May Dev Diary|May2020DD]]\n\n* <b>Main:</b> More of Buddy dealing with the [[Christmas angel|BuddyAngel1x2]] in his living room.\n* <b>Main</b>: After long consideration, I've decided to rewrite Jamie's Pokemon storyline. I don't usually like to trim off old stuff like this, especially when it's been worked on, but the more I thought on it the more limited I felt by the setup. The link to the start of that plotline is [[here|QOPokeStart]] and has new content, as well as a link to the old version just for posterity.\n* <b>Main:</b> Buddy can also request the [[alternative visitation|BuddyDec1x2]] for his Caroling.\n* <b>Main</b>: Actually started on the "[[None|RanXDeb1x1]]" option under the Ranma sim debug that some of you may have noticed appeared a bit back. Because that's what that line needed, another option.\n* <b>Main:</b> Jamie can now suggest going right to [[Gideon's house|QOGid1x3]] for their weekend.\n* <b>Main:</b> Eric can now take two [[different things|HLMai10x4]] from Wiz's collection of devious items. (Incoming poof transformations. Hey, sorry, sometimes they just fit best.)\n\n<b><i>Alpha 52</i></b>\n\n[[April Dev Diary|Apr2020DD]]\n\n* <b>Main</b>: Decided Jamie's PeopleSlider had too much overlap with MeistroComp's concept and replaced it with the [[MentaGuide|QONile2x1]]. (May add it back in if I ever get some really good ideas for it.)\n* <b>Main:</b> Jamie can fantasize about [[being a girl|QODS3x1]] after getting called on to dogsit again.\n* <b>Main:</b> December is now a season available to [[Buddy|BuddyStart]].\n* <b>Main:</b> Monk Cyan can [[wait for Bellweather to wake up|GGMonk5x4]] the morning after.\n* <b>Main:</b> Jamie can now [[meet Joshua for lunch|QOSchool6x1]].\n* <b>Main:</b> The [[magical kingdom|QONile7x1]] is now available for Jamie to buy on Nile.\n* <b>Main:</b> Mike now has a new (and available) option after making the Fast Felipe's animatronics [[horny|MikeFiesta1x2]].\n\n<b><i>Alpha 51</i></b>\n\n[[March Dev Diary|Mar2020DD]]\n\n* <b>Main:</b> Jamie can now download the [[SpinJob|QONile2x1]] or MeistroComp apps from Nile.\n* <b>Main:</b> Cyan can now [[seduce|GGDog1x10]] her drunk and depressed mother.\n* <b>Main:</b> Jamie can now order the [[Sexaroid|QONile1x7]] or the BFFBot from the Nile android shop. He can also browse the [[magical items|QOSchool1x6]].\n* <b>Main</b>: Jamie can tell Shotiel that being fucked by the incubus made him feel [[unclean|QOInc6x2]].\n* <b>Main:</b> Mallory-using-Jamie's-body can now choose the [[bank account|QOInc8x3]] instead of the safety deposit box at the bank.\n* <b>Main:</b> Jamie can [[stay in the library|QOSchool1x3]] after school.\n* <b>Main:</b> Cypher can now [[suck the weapon merchant's cock|CySW2x2]] to be allowed to buy the Omnisonic Disruptor.\n* <b>Main:</b> Jamie can wear the [[cool shirt|QOSchoolStart]] on his first day of school.\n\n\n<b><i>Alpha 50</i></b>\n\n[[February Dev Diary|Feb2020DD]]\n\n* <b>Main:</b> Eric can use the "[[Sword|HLMai4x1]]" body wash when showering at Mai's.\n* <b>Main:</b> Eric can also decide he [[likes the club owner's offer|CC3x6]] when playing with Honey Trap.\n* <b>Main:</b> Dark General Mike can now do a [[dress code review|DarkMike1x5]] while undercover as a teacher.\n* <b>Main:</b> Cyan can now decide she is [[uninterested|GGParent14x1]] in her parents' party.\n* <b>Main</b>: Jamie can now do fuckall with his vacation so that he starts school again. (The vacation has also been generic'd so it can be either spring break or summer break.)\n\n<b><i>Alpha 49</i></b>\n\n* <b>Main:</b> Ranma can now take a look at the [[haunted devil painting|FRanX15x2]].\n* <b>Main:</b> Cyan can now [[keep walking|GGParent2x2]] after seeing her father's car parked at the phone store.\n* <b>Main:</b> Cypher can now beg Klydess to use his "[[special ability|CySW1x6]]".\n\n<b><i>Alpha 48</i></b>\n\n[[December Dev Diary|December2019DD]]\n\n* <b>Main</b>: Cyan can yet again give in to the urge to go get a [[relaxing cookie|GGCandy7x4]].\n* <b>Main</b>: Band singer Erica can now [[obey|CC3x7]] when the club owner demands he bend over the desk.\n* <b>Main</b>: In Palladium City, Eric can now say [[he won't go to the party|PalladiumStart]].\n* <b>Main</b>: Gwyn can now [[submit|GwynSaya1x4]] to Saya's demand he wear panties.\n* <b>Main</b>: After escaping with Striped Trouble, Cypher can augment herself with [[Raptarran DNA|BadCypher10x7]].\n* <b>Main:</b> Homura can now suggest [[challenging a dojo|HomuraStart]].\n* <b>Main:</b> Female Ranma can visit [[Ucchan's|FRanX22x1]] or the Nekohanten after being launched by Akane.\n* <b>Main:</b> Cypher can [[stammer awkwardly|CySW1x4]] when Shado asks if he's coming along.\n* <b>Main:</b> Austin can now choose to inherit his uncle's [[personal assistant|Austin1x1]].\n* <b>Main:</b> Jamie can stutter himself into being a [[Succubus King|QODK3x3]]. A few paths over he can also use mana that [[feels right|QODK1x6]] for the gacha summon.\n* <b>Main:</b> The twin elves can put the experimental [[panties|HollyXmas6x4]] on Holly to make her cooperate.\n* <b>Main:</b> Jamie can now ask his dad how to [[get started|QODad1x2]] having sex.\n* <b>Main</b>: Holly can now untie [[all the reindeer|HollyXmas5x2]].\n\n<b><i>Alpha 47</i></b>\n\n[[November Dev Diary|November2019DD]]\n\n* <b>Main</b>: Austin can now tell the hypnotized girls [[he inherited them|Austin6x2]] along with the hot springs.\n* <b>Main</b>: Imaginarium-using Eric can now try [[time control|RunFF7x4]] when messing about with powers in school.\n* <b>Main</b>: Eric can [[give up resisting|HLMai3x1]] once futa Mai has facefucked him.\n* <b>Main</b>: [[Mike|MikeStart]] now has a new job opportunity.\n* <b>Main</b>: Cyan can now choose to be a [[Producer|GGSR7x1]] when working in the Ag Sector.\n* <b>Main</b>: Road Witch Cyan can [[approach the camper|RoadWitch1x1]]. \n* <b>Main</b>: Knocked-up girl Ranma can decide to try to hook [[Soun|FRanX22x7]].\n* <b>Main:</b> Mike can now have Robert set the animatronics to [[horny|MikeFiestaStart]].\n* <b>Main</b>: Jamie can now go with [[his father|QOFamStart]] for his birthday.\n* <b>Main</b>: Cypher can now enter [[Equivalent Exchange|Cypher15x2]] after rolling Karma Slave.\n* <b>Main</b>: Holly can now choose [[turkey|HollyNov1x4]] from among the options offered by the Thanksgiving Rebellion.\n* <b>Main</b>: Holly can also [[reject|HolValStart]] the Valentine's chocolates from Allen.\n* <b>Main</b>: Cyan can now [[resist|GGCandy5x2]] further stimulation of her candy-induced dick.\n* <b>Main:</b> Eric can now agree to be the [[toy|WLMischief1x2]] of the strange rich man who rescues him at Worldland.\n* <b>Main</b>: Sam can [[stay away|FemPalV10x2]] from the strange light she sees when being cyberized.\n\n<b><i>Alpha 46</i></b>\n\n[[October Dev Diary|October2019DD]]\n\n* <b>Main:</b> "Erika" can [[continue to be stubborn|HHHVampMale1x4]] even after Drake makes him suck off the carriage horse.\n* <b>Main:</b> Buddy can [[rush outside|BuddyOct17x3]] when he hears his house getting egged.\n* <b>Main:</b> Eric can [[play with Rei's dildo|HLSenshi13x2]] when snooping.\n* <b>Main: </b>Jamie and Maya can select "[[Teh Chaynj Mohzt Lood|QOBook14x2]]" from the magic book.\n* <b>Main:</b> The newly-turned shemale witch Cyan can now [[go on the road|GGCandy5x6]] instead of returning to her old life.\n* <b>Main:</b> Wilma can now play [[skeeball|WilmaFun5x2]] in the Funland arcade.\n* <b>Main</b>: Buddy can now investigate the [[haunted house|BuddyOct17x5]] on his Halloween walk. Or, a bit further back, he can [[ask who's at the door|BuddyOct17x2]] when there's a knock after lights out.\n* <b>Main</b>: Buddy-Mai can decide to [[earn some party currency|BuddyOct20x2]] at Lizzie's Halloween party.\n* <b>Main</b>: Hax protagonist Jamie can now observe the potential of a [[kidnapped princess|QOSuc5x3]] after rescuing Katalina.\n* <b>Main</b>: Buddy can now let Ciara [[pick her own room|BuddyOct17x11]].\n\n<b><i>Alpha 45</i></b>\n\n[[September Dev Diary|September2019DD]]\n\n* <b>Main:</b> Updates to [[Capture|GGCaptureStart]]:\n** Cyan can leap out of the alley and try to shoot Tifa with the Mysogibot Rifle the second she passes. This completes Tifa's MB Rifle option.\n** She can now also look in on the reconditioned Tifa in the Slut Gallery.\n* <b>Main:</b> Buddy and Cody can now go to [[Cosplay Casbah|BuddyOct12x1]] investigating Buddy's transformation into Mai Shiranui.\n* <b>Main:</b> Wilma can explore the arcade at [[Felipe's Funland|WilmaFun4x1]].\n* <b>Main:</b> Jamie can [[not hear anything|QOSuc5x1]] after first arriving in the adventure world with Mary. (There's a few other tweaks in other parts of the Adventure World scenario too.)\n* <b>Main:</b> "Kovam" can now decide he's had enough of "Cyan's" [[bullshit|GGMonk13x2]].\n* <b>Main</b>: Cyan can [[tell her mother|GGDog1x4]] what happened at the dog park.\n* <b>Main:</b> Cypher can now tell Ami to [[stay behind|Cypher5x1]] when going to the Mulsap Twelve station.\n* <b>Main:</b> Incubus Jamie can now suggest that he, Maya, and Keva [[all go out together|QOFamInc1x1]].\n* <b>Main:</b> Tifa can suggest [[splitting up|FFTL2x7]] in the abandoned train yard, or [[search for clues|FFTL2x19]] on the mayor's floor.\n* <b>Main:</b> Anubilis can now continue on to [[conquer Michiru|HLSenshi14x6]] after enslaving Haruka. Female Anubilis can also elect to [[leave Rei's apartment|HLSenshi13x4]]. (Also changed her look a bit.)\n* <b>Main:</b> Sam and Aunt Kelly can now set up their camping tent on the [[Thunderbird stone|Camping5x1]].\n\n<b><i>Alpha 44</i></b>\n\n[[August Dev Diary|August2019DD]]\n\n* <b>Main:</b> Cyan can go see [[Errana|GGDog3x6]] again after her little threesome with her and Svarog.\n* <b>Main:</b> Gwyn can now [[resist|GwynLiam4x1]] taking anything from Liam's hidden treasure trove. He can also [[show his interest|GwynLiam4x3]] in the bonfire party after stealing the pendant.\n* <b>Main:</b> Cyan can [[lay low|GGParent2x1]] after overhearing her parents' plans to hook up.\n* <b>Main:</b> Cyanide can now trade [[Sabine|GGET4x3]] the Appearance Change Potion in return for grouping up.\n* <b>Main:</b> Monk Cyan can now [[stick with Kovam's group|GGMonk8x1]].\n* <b>Main:</b> Helen can now meet [[the principal|HelenJPStart]] instead of Katsuko.\n* Continuing to tweak the color scheme. Hopefully this week the links are a good color so as to be distinct from regular text, readable on the (no longer flat black) background, and not glaring when they're redlinks.\n* <b>Main:</b> Cyan can now "sample" MILK Duds at [[Tandy's Candy|GGCandy1x1]].\n* <b>Main:</b> Vidya Witch Cyan can now [[show mercy|GGVW1x1]] (sort of) to "Chocola the elf". The Chocola paths are going to be the first time (outside of Capture) I've decided to make branches converge back together, at least in the training sim areas. I don't intend to do this very often, but for this area it felt like it made more sense.\n* <b>Main</b>: Eric-as-Cypher-in-Jeanne's-body (whew) can now elect to [[wait for rescue|Cypher6x3]].\n\n<b><i>Alpha 43</i></b>\n\n[[July Dev Diary|July2019DD]]\n\n* <b>Main:</b> Warrior Cyan can [[make a decision|GGWar2x4]] about the misfit party's plans.\n* <b>Main:</b> When helping Harold for his father, Eric can now discover he's got [[pervy fetishes|HerschelHorse7x2]]. (What, in this game?)\n* <b>Main:</b> The young adult male option Billy has been renamed Gwyn to be more distinctive, and has been started.\n* <b>Main:</b> Warrior Cyan can now [[avoid the other party|GGWar2x2]] as well.\n* <b>Main:</b> Catgirl Erica can now give Freia [[a chomp|RunFF6x9]].\n* <b>Main:</b> After showing himself to Leena and Garri, Eric can declare he [[doesn't want to go back to Earth|StarCirc2x1]].\n* <b>Main:</b> Incubus Jamie can now [[fuck Maya's pussy|QOFam4x2]] during the foursome.\n\n<b><i>Alpha 42</i></b>\n\n[[June Dev Diary|June2019DD]]\n\n* Fixed a typo in one of the new catgirl-Erica passages, it was in fact always an all-boys class.\n* <b>Main:</b> Cyan can now [[demand sex|GGParent9x1]] when she blackmails her father.\n* <b>Main:</b> Cyan can also check out the "[[Girlfriend Store|GGMWStart]]" at the mall.\n* <b>Main:</b> Monk Cyan can now suggest [[either option|GGMonk8x5]] when her party is being swarmed by Gobberlins.\n* More of Cypher infiltrating the Raptarrans after changing into one.\n* <b>Main:</b> Celeste can now keep her promise to Robert and [[return to Fast Felipe's|CelFiesta1x4]].\n* <b>Main:</b> Celeste also now has [[two other job options|CelesteStart]] at her start.\n* Celeste's last name has also been changed to something more interesting, largely because I couldn't stop thinking of the Alvin & the Chipmunks movie every time one of the new characters called her 'Ms. Miller'.\n* Rewrote a bit after Cyan blackmailing her dad that had been lost in a small crash earlier.\n* <b>Main:</b> Warrior Cyan can now elect to [[explain her situation|GGWar1x1]] to Astoriel.\n\n\n<b><i>Alpha 41</i></b>\n\n[[May Dev Diary|May2019DD]]\n\n* <b>Main:</b> Decided I didn't like the dated update style, so decided to switch it up. Instead from now on, when something new is added to the update, it will be tagged with "Main", when I work on the same thing again later in the update, it won't have that tag. Should make scrolling through the incremental updates and the dev diaries smoother too.\n* <b>Main:</b> There's a new attraction in [[AnimalLand|AnimallandStart]] for Sam to check out.\n* <b>Main:</b> Eric can now decide to [[watch a movie|HollywoodStart]] in HollywoodLand.\n* <b>Main:</b> Eric can now ask Santa for a [[super family|XmasSantaStart]].\n* <b>Main:</b> Changed Mike's [[soda testing|MikeAppSoda1x1]] option for Cola Crocodile to Guarana Gator and worked on that.\n* <b>Main:</b> Cyan can now check out the [[Taimanin Asagi|GGPorn3x1]] clip in her VR porn.\n* <b>Main:</b> When playing the female standard character in the FF7 sim, Erica can choose [[the default name|FF7F1x1]].\n* <b>Main:</b> Eric can use the silver tongue stud to tell female Ranma [[he's going to fuck her|RanStud1x2]]\n\n<b><i>Alpha 40</i></b>\n\n* Side writing.\n* Jamie can now [[get bold with his requests from Tanya|QOKevPorn8x1]].\n* Jamie can declare he [[wants to be seen as a girl|QOBro3x2]] when getting fucked by Emi.\n* Eric has a [[new job opportunity|CC2x2]] in Capital City.\n* A bit of work on [[Easter Town|HEaster4x1]].\n* In the FF7 debug sim, Eric can now set Tifa to [[slutty|FF7X4x1]].\n* Cyan can agree with Orin's suggested marching order [[at the cave|GGMonk8x4]].\n* Cyan can now choose the [[shemale centaur|GGCentaurStart]] option in the Savage Species book.\n* Cyan can now decide to wander around the [[bad part of town|GGCruiseStart]].\n* Jamie can now ask the incubus to turn [[every boy at school|QOInc4x4]] into a sissified boi like him.\n\n\n<b><i>Alpha 39</i></b>\n\n[[March Dev Diary|Mar2019DD]]\n\n* More of Ranma's adventures with [[Mystical Jan-Ken-Pon|FRanX23x1]].\n* Marei and Carrie can [[keep watching|Marei6x1]] the lesbian porn Carrie found in May's room.\n* Eric can now suggest he and Compliant Tifa [[do something perverse|FF7X4x3]]. (Warning: Shota content.)\n* Jamie can now decide to [[not enter Errana's house|QOKevScheme1x4]] while selling chocolate with Kevin.\n* Jamie can now go to the [[school|QOMaya2x3]] in the quest for a condom to fool around with Maya.\n* Eric-Ranma can now throw the [["have a dick"|FRanX23x6]] match with Kira instead of letting her throw it.\n* Eric can now go see Nabiki after sending [["Best Buddy" Ranma|RanPP1x3]] on a fool's errand.\n* After being sentenced to attend the Space Ranger Academy, Cyan can [[go to a bar|GGSR12x2]].\n* "Doctor Deviant" can now use the [[Loyalty Laser|GGMCE6x4]] on her mother.\n* Cyan can now approach the [[guy|GGDog13x1]] she sees jogging in the dog park.\n* Over in SIMFITE, Tenta-Z can now select [[Street Fighter|GG-FF-TZStart]] characters to molest.\n* Cyan can also agree to help with finding [[the Final Worldpath|GGSG1x1]].\n* The doubled-up Cyan can now wind up being [[relocated to Japan|GGAlien4x1]] in a new identity.\n* Shampoo can now choose to try and [[eliminate Ukyo as a rival|ShampooX1x1]].\n* Ascendant Sam can now elect to [[insist on equality|FemPalV3x1]].\n* Replaced the youthful clothes on the Jamie-Amber path with [[party clothes|QOGF1x2]].\n* Jamie can now [[agree|QOKevScheme5x2]] to what's asked of him at the MILF futa-party.\n\n<b><i>Alpha 38</i></b>\n\n[[February Dev Diary|Feb2019DD]]\n\n* The teen options have been renamed to their character names, to bring them into line with the rest of the player characters.\n* Dan can now go sell one of Mr. Black's "[[special creations|YPBB1x2]]". He can also help out with the invention of new stuff.\n* Fairified Eric can plead with her "[[rescuer|MiniEric6x2]]" not to do what he's doing.\n* Cypher can now [[use the genetic sequencer|BadCypher10x6]] after escaping with Striped Trouble. Much earlier on, he can also have Delvan [[unlock the ship|BadCypher3x2]].\n* The default character in the [[Ranma sim|RanXStart]] is now available.\n* Eric can go to the part of the Palladium bridge party that [[Kelly invited him to|Palladium1x1]].\n* Cyan can now [[avoid blaming anyone|GGSR3x3]] when she pleads not guilty at the Space Rangers military tribunal.\n* Monk-in-training Cyan can now [[ditch Jakson|GGMonk1x1]] to approach the adventuring party.\n* Valerie the Witch Princess can now [[refuse to see Thule's sons|ValLib2x1]].\n* Cyan can now take the [[rehab assistant|GGSR5x2]] job on Orison.\n* Cyan can now choose [[Dominating Presence|GGSTief1x1]] from Riara's options for her cheat power.\n* Sam can now poke around in her aunt's [[closet|Camping11x1]].\n* Amanda can now decide to try for [[plane tickets|SKCheerStart]] to the cheerleader training camp.\n* Austin can now tell Bunny [[he'll work with her|Austin5x3]] to help Wonderland recover.\n* Gyaru-fied Austin can now tell Shirou he wants to be [[a complete bitch for cocks|Austin4x7]].\n* Eric-Ranma can now aim for [[the street nearby|FRanX1x1]] after getting Akane-launched.\n\n<b><i>Alpha 37</i></b>\n\n[[January Dev Diary|Jan2019DD]]\n\n* Jamie can now [[stammer aimlessly|QOBro3x1]] when Emi questions his assumption about being on top.\n* He can also choose to deal with his awkwardness at the loft party by [[drinking|QOBro1x4]]\n* Cyan can now select [[Traps on Girls - Uniform Code|GGPorn4x1]] in her VR porn selection. She can also get... [[enthusiastic|GGPorn5x2]] after selecting 'The Violation of Cyan LaChance'.\n* Cyan can now [[check her email|GGCompStart]].\n* Cyan can now buy the [[art tablet|GGME2x1]] from Brightstar Electronics.\n* Eric can now run away [[to the circus|runawaystart]].\n* Eric can now respond with lethal force to [[both bandits|EricMF1x1]] after touching the longsword in the prop museum.\n* Jamie can now elect to [[talk about|QOFam1x1]] his mother's plans for his birthday instead of letting them be a surprise.\n* Cyan has a [[new option|GGParent1x3]] when witnessing her mother kissing a woman after being shooed out of the house.\n* Eric-as-Ukyo can now declare she's going to share the [[Strongman Okonomiyaki|Ukyo1x5]] with Shampoo after proving her strength.\n* Cyan can now summon something to [[bolster her own abilities|GGDS1x4]] when deciding to help the other Defiant escape.\n* The Valerie player character under young adult female is now available.\n* Devious World will now come with an images folder to provide local content. Eventually old images previously embedded in Twine will be restored via this and those currently hosted on imgur will be moved there as well. This may make the download larger but should eliminate problems with website access restrictions and playing offline.\n\n<b><i>Alpha 37</i></b>\n\n<b>January 3, 2018</b>\n* Jamie can now [[stammer aimlessly|QOBro3x1]] when Emi questions his assumption about being on top.\n* He can also choose to deal with his awkwardness at the loft party by [[drinking|QOBro1x4]]\n<b>January 4, 2018</b>\n* More of Jamie and Emi. \n* Cyan can now select [[Traps on Girls - Uniform Code|GGPorn4x1]] in her VR porn selection. She can also get... [[enthusiastic|GGPorn5x2]] after selecting 'The Violation of Cyan LaChance'.\n\n<b><i>Alpha 36</i></b>\n\n[[December Dev Diary|Dec2018DD]]\n\n* And so we head into the last DW build of 2018. And we start with a few things of [[cherub Jamie and the married woman|ChJa2x1]].\n* Eric-as-Commander Erin can now [[agree to let the Raptarran fuck her|TrekF5x3]] in exchange for technological secrets.\n* Eric-Ranma can [[hurry past|FRanX5x3]] or drain the cum-bloated Kasumi in her quest to save Akane.\n* Jamie now has answers to give when visiting [[Honesty's Reward|QODS2x4]].\n* Holly can now [[untie one of the reindeer on her roof|HollyXmas5x2]].\n* Jamie can now agree to [[abandon the normal life|QOSuc3x2]] and run off with Mary.\n* A bit of a classic, [[Anubilis tormenting Rei|HLSenshi20x1]] (with donkey transformation).\n* Some of the options under Maya and Jamie playing with the [[Magic Book|QOMaya1x1]] have been removed for either being too difficult to convey in this medium, or for overlapping too much with other content. Speaking of which, "Magickez Mozt Forbihden" is now available.\n* Cyan can now purchase the [[Lone Survivor|GGMCE8x1]] costume from the clothing emporium.\n* Some stuff for Cyan to do with [[Poison Alter|GG-FF-PAStart]] in SIMFITE.\n* Eric-as-Homura can now [[patrol the halls|Homura1x3]] after taking the palace guard job.\n* Cyan can now elect to [[get some toys|GGParent3x8]] to enhance her toying with Karen.\n* Cyan can suggest she and her mother [[calm down|GGCandy4x1]] after their blue candy-fueled futa fucking.\n\n<b><i>Alpha 35</i></b>\n\n[[November Dev Diary|Nov2018DD]]\n\n* Female Eric-Ranma can now decide she [[can't take the chance|FRanX15x4]] that the demon statue is bluffing about the new curse.\n* Some more work on [[Capture|GGCaptureStart]], such as a few new rooms in the hab and being able to get Tifa with the Reconditioning Rifle.\n* Holly can now go [[check the roof|HollyXmas5x1]] when there arises such a clatter.\n* Jamie can now [[pray for help|QOInc1x3]] on the second night after being molested by the incubus.\n\n<b><i>Alpha 34</i></b>\n\n[[October Dev Diary|Oct2018DD]]\n\n<b>October 15, 2018</b>\n* More work on [[Capture|GGCaptureStart]].\n<b>October 16, 1018</b>\n* Capture!\n* Also split off everything pre-Alpha 32 into another page, the main version history was getting unwieldy.\n<b>October 17, 2018</b>\n* Capture Capture Capture.\n\n<b><i>Alpha 33</i></b>\n\n[[September Dev Diary|Sep2018DD]]\n\n* Some small formatting updates.\n* Cyan can take part in the "[[helicopter parent|GGDog10x4]]" program at the Winterbury Kennel.\n* Cyan can also take the [[GoPro|GGDog5x3]] she was wearing due to dreams of Svarog over to Leslie's.\n* As a Rakshasa tiefling, Cyan can [[continue her relationship with Vera|GGTief3x5]].\n* Jamie can choose to deal with crowd overload by [[hiding|QOBro1x4]] during his brother's party.\n* Eric the boy fairy can now elect to become Queen Tania's [[King Consort|MiniEric2x7]].\n* Girl fairy Eric can now elect to try and [[push the pike back in the water|MiniEric4x2]], or [[fly off in a panic|MiniEric1x2]] after first being changed.\n* Vidya witch Cyan can make a fighting game, [[SIMFITE|GGCandy5x9]]\n* [[Wilma and Tanya|WilmaFun3x1]] can explore a bit more of Felipe's Funland.\n* Cyan and friends can go looking for the room with all the statues, AKA the [[art gallery|GGHH13x1]], in the haunted house.\n* One of the other books Wilma found in [[the library|WilmaLibraryStart]] can be read. There's also some more stuff under Animus Vox.\n* Jamie can now elect to provide [[Denver Sunrise|QOKevPorn7x2]] for the goth Halloween party.\n* Holly can now decide she will indeed [[become a witch|HollyWitch1x2]] when Zane suggests it.\n* Cyan has a reaction to Leslie's altered appearance after [[smearing glowing moss|GGHH4x5]] on herself.\n* Demon-Cyan can go see [[the owner of the haunted house|GGHH24x2]].\n* After Holly adds fog powder to the Pumpkin Punch, she has redone options (and one selectable) [[with Felicity and Selina|HollyOct4x1]].\n\n<b><i>Alpha 32</i></b>\n\n[[August Dev Diary|Aug2018DD]]\n\n* Cyan has several options for [[pursuing criminals|GGSR1x2]] as a Space Ranger.\n* She can also [[agree to split up|GGSR6x10]] on the bunker mission in the Dark Sector. Or she can [[pass Rakell's door|GGSR7x4]] in the ag sector. Or, she can [[become a prostitute|GGSR5x2]] in the city sector.\n* Cyan can also browse the [[sales ads|GGDLStart]] on Devilist.\n* The demon version of Cyan can elect to turn poor captive Leslie into a "[[Meat Forge|GGHH6x4]]", or she can [[keep up her deception|GGHH16x2]] much longer. Inversely, human Cyan can start pondering ways to [[get rid of|GGHH10x2]] demon-Leslie.\n* In [[the D&D books|GGDDStart]], the Complete Bard has been started, and the Complete Wizard has been changed to the Complete Mage (with the original option becoming the Apprentice archetype).\n* After catching him banging Karen at the phone store, Cyan can now elect to blackmail [[her dad|GGParent3x2]] instead.\n* Cyantaur can now [[offer her friends as tribute|GGCentaur5x6]] to Sleipnir.\n* Cyan can play the [[Twilight Sparkle|GGPorn3x4]] VR porn video.\n* Cyan can pick the [[Bubblegum Pink|GGLing1x1]] lingerie as her gift. There's also a continuation of her issues with the [[Blood Wine|GGLing2x1]] lingerie.\n* Cyan can buy the [[Doctor Deviant|GGMCE6x1]] costume at Missus Mazorium's.\n* More stuff of Cyan going to [[Oz|GGOzStart]]. (Currently she and Glinda are not getting along.)\n* The [[east wing of the mall|GGMallStart]] is now populated by various stores, several of which have beginner content.\n* Jamie can now [[go visit his brother|QOFamStart]].\n* Eric's greatsword option in the museum has been replaced by a [[longsword|PropMuseumWeapLowTech]].\n* Anubilis can now give Rei the best ([[and last|HLSenshi14x2]]) orgasm of her life.\n \n[[Pre-32 Updates|VersionHistoryOld]]

You lounge in the chair that was previously Lauriel's, lightly twisting a glass of her finest wine back and forth in your fingers. You've assumed your old human form... well, maybe you really did make the boobs a bit bigger... and pulled on a long, thin robe of purple silk. No reason to spring everything on the girls at once, after all.\n\nHaving responded to a text message from Lauriel's phone, your school minions make their way into the room in a clump... and jerk to a halt at the sight of you.\n\n"Layla?" Becky asks. "You... I thought you..." She glances at your bare neck, then around the room. "Um, where's Lauriel?"\n\n"Dethroned," you declare, sipping from your glass of wine. "I'm back to being top bitch, girls."\n\nMost of them let out sighs of relief, and Dinah actually starts crying a little. You don't blame her, really. Of course, you're not sure whether you're actually going to call off Lauriel's plans to have your cousin seduce the chief of police or not, but no need to tell her that just yet.\n\n"She was... really messing with our heads, wasn't she?" Becky murmurs, moving a hand to her lower back and wincing a little. "Like, the way we just jumped to do all of her orders, that wasn't normal, was it?"\n\n"No. She had weird powers and she put something in that wine she gave us. This stuff, though, is perfectly safe, promise you," you declare, gesturing at the round table draped in a gleaming silver tablecloth, wine glasses arrayed around the rim. "Why don't we all have a glass to celebrate?"\n\nA few look wary, but most laugh and start towards the table. You smirk... now's the time to establish that when you said you were top bitch, you didn't mean like you were before. You hold up a hand. "Oh, wait, first, lemme show you guys a quick magic trick." That draws them up short, and you lean forward, snagging the edge of the tablecloth. "You've seen this one right? The guy yanks the tablecloth and leaves everything on it upright?" With that, using superhuman speed and accuracy, you haul away the cloth, the wine glasses barely vibrating as the table beneath is revealed.\n\n<img src=https://i.imgur.com/npXqMvj.jpg>\n\n"Tada~!"\n\n<b>Lauriel's Slave</b> end - <i>The motion is tabled</i>

Taking out your phone, you open it up and tap the camera on, setting the camera to screenside and tapping record. "Hey gang, Wilma again for the Monster Magnet blog, and today I'm recording from an arcade inside Fast Felipe's Fabulous Funland, the infamous abandoned amusement park. I'll have plenty more pictures and maybe some video of the rest of the park, but for now I'm in here soooo here we go! This place actually still has electricity and some of the games are working, so I figured I'd play something. Let's check it out, huh?"\n\nYou reverse the camera and click the screen off, tucking the phone into a pocket on your hoodie that you know should have clearance for the camera before starting to stroll through the cabinets, jingling a handful of the tokens. "Alright, let's see, what's working, what to play...? Some of these look kinda nonstandard... maybe knockoffs? I dunno, you guys tell me in the comments..."\n\n<hr>\n[[Immortal Dethbrawl.|WilmaFun7x2]]\n\n[[Tron?|WilmaFun]]\n\n[[Galaga?|WilmaFun]]\n\n[[Polybius.|WilmaFun]]

You're kind of liking the sound of this "Huntress" thing. Even if they have you hunting down <i>dangerous</i> animals, that's still got to be better than fighting other people with guns and bombs, right? Plus if the poster's not just bullshit, it comes with some pretty high status. Besides, you like the poster girl's style... she's the only one not dressed in fatigues. Even if you have to wear exactly that instead of getting to choose your own outfit, it's still better than those boring-ass fatigues. Nodding to yourself, you turn back to Kagura. "I want to become a Huntress, I think."\n\n"Woo, tough choice," Kagura says, rubbing her chin again as she looks at the poster, and briefly making you reconsider. Then she grins. "Still, that's where most people with a big sense of individuality seem to wind up," she says cheerfully, putting a hand on your shoulder and guiding you to the doorway between the two posters advertising the Huntress position. "You have to learn to work as a team, of course, but otherwise you can sort of build your own individual style and look, which a lot of people appreciate."\n\nThat's making you feel better, and you actually perk up a bit as the two of you walk down the hallway. You emerge into a weird-looking round room ringed by what look like big open-fronted tubes of some sort. Some of them have what look like lockers sitting in them, while others are simply empty, as if waiting for something. Kagura-sensei walks over to a desk that's beside the entrance and slides behind it, turning on the computer and starting to type. "Alright, just a minute while I fill in your vital statistics from your transfer record, here. Mm-hm, mm-hm. Ah, what weapon do you use?"\n\n"Weapon?" you reply, blankly. "I thought they issued you a... weapon, or whatever?"\n\n"Hoo, you're really going in green, aren't you? Maybe we should find something else for-" She blinks as her computer makes a tone... from the type, probably an instant message of some sort. She quirks an eyebrow. "No, apparently the headmaster over there is really interested in you. I'm being told to send you along immediately. That's interesting." She shrugs, then stands and walks over to one of the lockers to open it. "Alright, let's see. Don't actually have much of a selection at the moment, and can't give you anything too complex anyway if you're just learning. Guess you'll have to develop your own style as you go. Ah, hey, here we go!"\n\nShe pulls out what you suppose you should have expected... a katana. Though the sheath is kind of interesting-looking... it's layered in sections, making it look almost like the roof of a Japanese house but, obviously, laying a bit flatter and thinner. Kagura-sensei unsheaths the blade a few inches to inspect it, nods, then slides it back in before handing it over. "Here you go. You should be able to figure this out as you go, it's pretty simple."\n\nYou accept the weapon a little dubiously, never even really having held a sword before. But the sheath and handle are in colors of deep purple and black... coincidentally your favorite colors, though you've always been careful not to wear too much of them lest you come off as goth-y. It has a coiled-up belt, which you fiddle with to get put on... and are surprised when it automatically adjusts to fit you perfectly.\n\n"There, see, I think it likes you," Kagura-sensei says with a little chuckle, returning to the desk. "Okay, got that filled in. Go ahead and step into the tube labeled '1', if you would, Mercer-san."\n\n"Okay?" You step over and up onto the slightly raised platform under the tube, turning to face back out. "So what does this thing do, scan me to take my measurements or something?"\n\n"No, that launches you to the other planet where the Huntress academy is," Kagura-sensei answers cheerfully.\n\n"... Wait, what?"\n\n"Happy hunting!" she chirps, tapping a key. Your head snaps upward as a swirling portal opens above you, and the platform under your feet sends you flying up and into it.\n\n<hr>\n[[AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!|MeanRWBY1x1]]

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

A lot's happened since you walked into the library back in Deviville this morning. Letting all of it start to sink in, you close your eyes and fall heavily asleep, the last sensation you're really aware of being to settle heavily onto the mattress and pillow.\n\nYou wake up to an ache in your arms, back, and hips. Wincing, you open your eyes, then blink repeatedly. You're definitely not in your inn room... this is a dimly-lit stone chamber, slightly dank despite the fire burning in a simple hearth. The reason you've got aches is that you've been stripped naked and fastened into a set of metal restraints attached to one wall that force you forward with your arms bent back behind you, your hands completely encased, your legs held at an awkward angle. It would be almost impossible to move at all like this, let alone attempt escape.\n\nThere's only one other person with you in the room, a woman with skin so black that she almost fades into the long shadows cast by the fire and the few meager pieces of furniture. Her long, snowy-white hair makes her at least slightly visible, as does the bright red band of cloth across her breast and the tiny pair of matching red panties she's wearing. Noticing you're awake, she rises smoothly from the simple wooden chair by the fire and sashays over, her eyes red circles in the darkness... even her sclera are black! Once she gets close enough, you can pick out the pointed ears... this must be a Drow. She smiles at you, raising a hand and running fingertips lightly down your throat and between your breasts.\n\n"No need to fear, precious... just yet, anyway."\n\nYou start to demand answers from her, then press your lips together. That's way too cliche... if she's going to tell you anything, she'll tell you anyway, and if she's not she won't no matter how much you ask.\n\n"Hm, smart or defiant? Maybe a little of both, I think, I like that." The Drow steps back a bit, still smiling at you as she continues. "Cyan, isn't it? I was watching you when you solved that puzzle. I was actually rather impressed, that was the first time you'd seen one of <i>our</i> tests, was it not? You seem like you have a lot of talent."\n\n"And you want me to use that talent for you," you venture, a bit acidly. "If so, you've got a funny way of asking."\n\n"Mm, well, if you agree to help I'll certainly apologize," she answers just as smoothly... and making obvious the implication that if you don't agree, she'll be doing something like the opposite of apologizing. She reaches out and runs her hands lightly up and down your sides, just a light caress, though it makes you shiver some at the sensation. "I belong to the Shadow Sisterhood... a group of assassins, I'm sure you can gather. One of the members of the adventuring party you've joined has discovered a secret that a very powerful, very rich person doesn't want them knowing, and has proof of that secret on their person. Since you've already ingratiated yourself to them, we'd like you to search out who it is, retrieve the evidence, and silence its owner permanently."\n\n"And I guess what's in it for me is 'not being tortured' or 'not dying', right?" you answer flatly.\n\n"There is that, but if you do a good job, there are certainly other benefits." The drow laughs softly, a brief flash of white teeth showing before she covers her mouth with one hand. "At the very least, you'll earn part of our pay for this job, and may keep the items we give you to help with it. And if you like, you can join our organization. There are many, many benefits to it... wealth and pleasures almost beyond imagining. As well as the love and adoration of your sisters," she adds in a purr, dipping down and gently kissing one of your nipples, making you gasp. Then she straightens up, almost nose-to-nose with you as she asks, "Well? What will it be, precious?"\n\n<hr>\n[[You'll never betray the party!|GGRoguePlaceholder]]\n\n[[You'll do it, but you won't like it.|GGRoguePlaceholder]]\n\n[[Band of lesbian assassins, sounds like fun!|GGRoguePlaceholder]]

Nah... just how interesting could it possibly be? So it's a costume party and they're gonna get wine drunk, big deal. You make your plans, head out, and spend an utterly unremarkable evening over at your friend Leslie's house playing console games and complaining about everyone who's not there. It's pretty boss.\n\nWhen you return the next day and dump your backpack in the hallway, your parents quickly converge for the standard hugs and welcome backs... but then they linger. Why are they lingering, what gives? They exchange a few glances, then your mother clears her throat. "So, Cyan, I know that you may not like a 'last to know' sort of thing, but we really only confirmed it late yesterday anyway so it wasn't absolutely certain until after you'd left."\n\n"Uh... huh?" you prompt, glancing back and forth between the two.\n\n"See, we sort of arranged last night's costume party for our friends with a duel purpose. If we heard back and it was negative, it would just be a normal costume party, but if we heard back positive..." Your father continues.\n\n"... Iiiit would be a <i>reveal</i> party!" your mother squeals happily, throwing her hands up.\n\n"Reveal? Reveal what? Wait, positive, you mean... er, you're saying-" you stammer, your head whipping back and forth between them a bit more urgently.\n\n"You're gonna be a big sister!" your mother adds exuberantly, hopping forward and throwing her arms around you tightly.\n\n"... Yaaaaaay," you coo, managing to muster up some enthusiasm for your voice as you put your arms around her and pat her back. 'Fuuuuuuck.'\n\nYes, fuck. Fuck indeed. Because it's not like the annoyance even takes nine months to arrive... first you've gotta put up with your mother being moody and emotional, never feeling like doing any of the things you usually do together, and lots of other minor nuisances, until the nuisance minor shows up. And then oh, isn't that a gas, sometimes literally. Because even if the kid isn't screaming all night (which at least there isn't as much of as you'd expect... at first), there's still the toys (that are <i>not yours</i>) everywhere, the rearranged schedules, and of course all the stuff you've gotta do to help out because what are you some sort of basic bitch that doesn't help out? No instead you are the tired and frustrated bitch who helps out and constantly suspects the silent and deep judgment of your parents for not being absolutely thrilled about it every time you change a poopy diaper. Honestly as she gets older it seems like she gets louder... and more mobile, which means that the inconvenience and disruption are now basically all over the house... <i>three times</i> you've forgotten about the baby gate on the stairs and almost cracked your fool head open tumbling over it in the dark!\n\n'Disruptive cute little snot,' you think with a sigh as your sister toddles up to you waving one of her plush toys excitedly. As is expected, you accept it, kiss it, and hand it back, to which she squeals and goes running off to find another one. 'But it's fine, in three months I am out of here and Mom and Dad can handle you on your own. Actually that also goes for three hours from now,' you think blissfully, leaning your head back and closing your eyes.\n\nThen you jump a little as you hear a car pull up outside a bit faster than normal, and footsteps rushing up and inside. You stand hurriedly as your mother and father come rushing inside. "Mom, Dad, what is it, what's wrong?"\n\n"Ah, sorry, dear, we're in a hurry but don't panic," your mother says as she turns to you, putting her hands on your shoulders. "Your grandmother's come down with the flu and we need to get out there ASAP to take care of her. You're going to need to stay here and watch Violet, we don't want her catching the flu too."\n\nYour jaw drops. "But... I...!" Your mind reels between the absolute unfairness of the situation you've suddenly been placed in and the guilt that you're upset about it considering what the situation is. "Do you both need to go?! Can't one of you stay and-"\n\n"Sorry, dear, but you know how that drive is. Oh, I'm sorry, you had a thing tonight, didn't you?" she says with a sigh. "I'm sure there'll be another one sometime soon, honey, in fact when we get back you can have one here, okay?" With that she turns and rushes upstairs.\n\n"... You can't have 'another' party to celebrate the very last day of high school being over," you mutter miserably to yourself, sinking down to sit in the chair... and wincing as all the sudden chaos and high emotions finally gets to Violet and she starts wailing. 'Great.'\n\nShe doesn't particularly calm down for the next several hours, either, despite all your efforts to ease her worked-up state... of course part of the problem is probably that you're upset too. What exactly is there not to be upset about? Your grandmother's sick, you're missing a party you've been looking forward to for months, and this sweet little angel of your own flesh and blood is miserable, and also she <i>won't shut up about it</i>. It is seriously damaging your calm, and having calm is sort of necessary to calming her, so your best efforts aren't even having their best effect.\n\n"C'mon, c'mon, shush shush shush," you coo as you walk back and forth, rubbing the wailing baby's back gently. "C'mon, I've got your favorite music on the TV, look at all the soothing colors, look at 'eeem, I've fed you, I've rubbed you, c'mon." Keeping as much stress out of your voice as you can is almost impossible, however, because the longer she cries the more upset you get about all the rest of it as well as just the noise eroding your mental state. It's enough to make you remember a certain movie with a certain (not particularly talented) young actress in your position making some rather grandiose statements and winding up face-to-Area with the embodiment of hair rock.\n\nHonestly you kind of feel like saying the phrase. You know the one...\n\n<hr>\n[[Nah.|GGLilSis]]\n\n[[Maybe not the SPECIFIC phrase...|GGLaby1x1]]

Yeaaaah you thought this would be fun, and it's like, whee orgasms and stuff, but this is probably a bit too much for you. Looking at your HUD menu, you spot a little set of three lines in the corner, the usual thing for a menu pulldown. Tapping it does indeed produce a set of options, one of which is 'Logout', which you tap.\n\nBut rather than taking you out of the program or even bringing you back to the dark loading area, a new screen pops up.\n\n'Hi! Welcome to Champions of Corruption v0.93!\n\nThis release is addressing a number of bugs, with the foremost being corrupted (in the bad way) saves in the tutorial area, AKA the Island of Corruption. These bugs were traced to a bad line related to the exit saves, so as the quick fix, exiting the game while in the tutorial has been disabled. The Logout function will only appear once you've been sufficiently corrupted enough to use the Corruption Vector Portal and left the island.'\n\nWHAT?!\n\n'Don't worry! I'm working on a more proper fix for this in another window even as I type this. Once it's done, I'll push it live, and even people who are already logged in to the game and playing right now should get the update. Normal play will resume soon!\n\n-DS'\n\nOkay, whew. Looks like this is just a recent problem then, maybe even something that came up while you were, uh, playing earlier. You'll just have to find somewhere safe to hunker down and wait it out until the patch is pushed live. Oh, looks like there's one more line at the bottom, probably a timestamp...\n\n'<b>Posted:</b> <i>Six months ago</i>'\n\n...\n\nFuck.\n\nFUCK! You're trapped in an abandoned game! You scroll through the other options on the menu, but apparently they're mostly just appearance preference stuff for various monsters, not even anything that affects actual gameplay. Hey, the other game at least let you exclude some fetishes! What kind of jerk doesn't let you cater the fetishes in the game precisely to your comfort level?!\n\n"Menu! ... Exit! ... Computer end program!" You try another dozen or so potential activation phrases you can think of to say aloud, but nothing pulls up a menu or exits you out. Looks like you actually are stuck. Well... at least maybe when your mom and dad get home, they'll unplug you? ... That won't fry your brain or anything, right?\n\nCrap.\n\n<hr>\n[[Resign yourself to playing the game for now.|GGCOC]]\n\n[[Get back in the boat.|GGCOC]]\n\n[[Try to find a cheat menu.|GGCOC3x4]]\n\n[[Sit down and refuse to do anything.|GGCOC]]

You select John Bigballs ("Beegbawl-SAH!") from the Lewd Fighter character select. Based on a certain blue werewolf, you've tweaked him some in appearance, making him deep black and white, with glowing cyan lines outlining the meeting point between them. You've given him the ability to control his size at will, as well as a number of other lewd powers that John Talbain would likely not want or need. Oh, and obviously you've removed the pants, leaving his fat sheath and heavy, swaying namesake in full view. You relax and allow your consciousness to flow into the character, feeling yourself now going through the default idle animation with claws curling and displaying, feet shifting lightly, and furry sack wobbling back and forth between your thighs. \n\nMentally you bring up the opponent select screen, which shows you the series of characters that have already been selected and are waiting for a match.\n\n[[Final Fantasy VII|GG-FF-BB-FF7Start]]\n\n[[Sailor Moon|GG-FF-BB-SMStart]]\n\n[[Darkstalkers|GG-FF-BB-DSStart]]\n\n[[Street Fighter|GG-FF-BB-SFStart]]

"I... I just don't think I can do this," you murmur, looking at the floor. "I'd just hold everyone back, and... I'm not cut out for this."\n\nOzpin sighs. "... Very well. It is up to each person to decide how brave they are willing to be, and I cannot fault you for drawing the line here, I suppose. I will have the paperwork done immediately. You are, of course, free to go." He turns and walks off without another word, Professor Goodwitch following along after casting a worried glance in your direction.\n\n"Layla," Blake says quietly.\n\n"Sorry," you mutter, actually feeling really bad.\n\n"There's nothing to be sorry about," Blake says quickly. "You've done really well for someone with no training, but this is the safest thing for you." She pauses, then continues, sounding uncertain, "Is what Yang said true? Are you not even from Remnant?"\n\n"I'm from <i>Earth</i>," you say, then laugh at the ridiculousness of needing to explain that. "And it doesn't sound like they're sending me back. Maybe they can't, even."\n\nBlake scowls. "I'll look into that too, then."\n\n"Look, you'll need a place to stay," Yang says, diverting the bow-wearing girl's building anger. "You... could stay with my dad! I mean, I'm sure he'd be willing to put you up, he's a really great guy. He just has..." She rubs the back of her head. "... bad spots. It can be a little difficult to deal with, but maybe having someone around the house would help, since both Ruby and I are gone now."\n\n"I have an apartment in Vale it sounds like I won't be using," Coco says, pushing up her sunglasses. "You'd be pretty much on your own, though. I mean, you can still call us for help if you need it, but we wouldn't exactly be able to drop everything and come running all the time."\n\nBlake looks at the others, apparently evaluating the drawbacks of what they said, before taking a deep breath. "Or you could... go to stay with my parents. ... On Menagerie."\n\n"Menagerie?" Yang blinks. "Blake, you're a Faunus?"\n\n"Yes. I didn't want anyone to know," she answers with a sigh, reaching up to pull off her bow, leaving you staring at the pair of cat ears atop her head. "I didn't want it to define me here. I'm kind of trying to... start over. But I guess it's not fair not to let you know, since you're relying on me as a team. ... And if you might be going to stay in the Faunus homeland."\n\n"Faunus are... catgirls?" you say in a daze.\n\n"... Ah, no," Blake answers after staring for a moment. "We just each have an animal-like trait. These happen to be mine," she says, flicking the cat ears.\n\n"I dunno, Blake, she might have kind of a rough time of it," Yang says slowly, resting her hands on her hips. "A human on Menagerie..."\n\n"You mean like Faunus have a rough time here?" Blake snaps back, scowling.\n\n"Well... yeah," Yang answers, looking a little shocked. "I mean, it's shitty that people act like that, but they do. And Faunus are people too, y'know, so I can't imagine they're any different on some of them being shitty."\n\n"... You're right," Blake says quietly after a few moments, putting a hand to her face. "I'm sorry I snapped at you. You're all being... very good about this, thank you." She nods slowly, and looks back at you. "It's true, you might be treated... coldly... on Menagerie. But my parents are wonderful people who will probably treat you like their own child, if I say you're my friend and you need help. They have... a very nice home, with plenty of room. You'd be very comfortable... ... even if you wound up not going out that often. But it's up to you, Layla. We're going to make sure you've got a place to stay no matter what."\n\nIt is... still so weird to have people just honestly offering their help instead of being coerced or threatened into it. Even then, sounds like there's drawbacks to every offer, so you'd better choose carefully.\n\n<hr>\n[[Stay with Yang's father.|MeanRWBY]]\n\n[[Take Coco's apartment.|MeanRWBY]]\n\n[[Go to Menagerie.|MeanRWBY]]

You click the male orc, and he moves to take up most of the screen, a big slab of muscles and thick neck with a jaw that could smash boulders, to go with his green skin and thick black hair. He's wearing a somewhat threadbare-looking tunic and pants, like he was more of a prisoner than a starting character.\n\n<center>Choose your character's class.</center>\n\n[[Beast Master|GGWOWplaceholder]]\n\n[[Corrupter|GGWOWplaceholder]]

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

Before you even really think, you raise your head and look and... isn't that a boy?!\n\nYou're not sure how old he is... early teens? Just before? He's kind of on the lean side, with thick, black, mussed-up hair and sort of grey-blue eyes. The more shocking part is that he's bare-chested and apparently barefoot, wearing what looks like they used to be a pair of jeans that were more allowed to tatter and fray into knee-length shorts than being deliberately cut off. Besides that he's quite dirty, clearly smeared here and there with dirt and bits of mud.\n\n<hr>\n[["Oh gosh, are you lost?!"|HollyNov3x2]]\n\n[["Hey! No trespassing!"|HollyNov]]\n\n[["..."|HollyNov]]\n\n[["........ Rammu?"|HollyNov]]

This is... really annoying. Alexa thinks she's dealing with the most powerful metahuman in the world, and she sends six guards with P90s to deal with it? She's testing you. Well, fine. If she wants to give you a math test that reads '2+2', you're going to do three pages of advanced algebra to solve for four just to make a point. You turn a hand upward, pulling energy out of the cables running through the walls, out of the vibration of the molecules around you, out of the motion of the earth, turning it into a curling, spinning arc of aquamarine energy that flits around you, making the guards twitch a little but not fire just yet. "Y'know, they say 'God made men, but Sam Colt made them equal'," you muse aloud as you let the energy coil and spark through the air around you. \n\n<img src="images/0DDIWvy.png">\n\n"Evolution has decided it would like to throw its hat in the ring."\n\nYou flick a finger just slightly, and the rifles go tumbling from the guards' hands, sliced neatly in two by a barely perceptible flash of the energy. In their moment of shock you're leaping through the air, soaring more as if picked up and moved than just jumping, landing with your stocking feet braced on one guard's thighs, slamming your fist forward. The faceguard of his helmet crumples like it was aluminum foil, the helmet dropping backwards and rolling awkwardly along the floor due to the bent shape of the metal and the fact that it still has a head in it. You backflip off the teetering body and land in a crouch, rising to your feet as two of the guards manage to come out of it enough to grab for their pistols, whipping them up and firing at you. The bullets strike several inches from your face and chest, disappearing in little flashes of blue-green light. You raise a hand, mostly for the visual effect as you wedge an immovable bit of force halfway inside the barrel of one pistol, the gun exploding in the guard's hands, making him yowl as he stumbles back missing fingers. You turn your hand a bit and make a slight sweeping motion, the second pistol-wielding guard finding herself jerked to the side, her comrade's suffering ended as her reflexive trigger-pulls put a bullet through his head, then as you telekinetically yank the gun upward and under her chin, a bit of pressure from you has her put one through her own. \n\nThe others have their guns out now, though at least two are hesitating to actually pull the trigger. One does though, and this time rather than block the bullets you make a show of flitting out of the way of each one, appearing to one side and just a bit closer to him every time he fires. When you appear inside his reach, you grab his wrist with one hand and slam your other against his elbow, his scream not quite drowning out the sickening crunch as his arm is broken badly enough to have his hand facing his own chest, your thumb on his trigger finger pulling repeatedly to empty the rest of the pistol's magazine into his torso at close range.\n\nThe last two guards, both women, are in that moment between deciding between fight or flight when you reach out and yank their guns out of their hands, their body armor and clothing flying to pieces as you do, leaving them standing there naked. You consider for a tiny fraction of a second, before shiny silver coloration start spreading across the toned abs of the more attractive one, quickly spreading over her hips and up across her breasts as she cries out in horror, trying to turn and run but quickly finding her hips don't work anymore, her legs going stiff as well, holding her in her pose of shock as the metal spreads across her arms as well. The other one, not quite as toned but with bigger tits, finds a translucent pseudopod of blue energy wrapping around her middle, binding her arms to her sides. She wriggles and thrashes, giving a scream as more pseduopods form and thrust into her pussy and ass, tripple-stuffing both, the ones in her cunt stretching out and deforming her belly as they thrust and wriggle and coil inside her, the ones in her rear hole simply thrusting deeper and deeper with every pump inside her.\n\nYou stride down the hall, not bothering to look at either of them as the one guard finishes her transformation into a silent, immobile, terrified-looking silver statue, and the other's eyes roll, her cries cut off as the trio of tentacles bulge her throat out and emerge from her mouth, wiggling and thrusting even as another pair of tentacles-from-nowhere spread her nipples wide and start literally fucking her tits. You make your way further through the facility, not bothering to hurry as you head for the exit. As you round a corner, standing in the middle of a wide corridor is a tall, extremely toned, extremely naked woman. Her powerful, muscular body is in display, showing off that every bit of her skin is red, flecked with darker red here and there, with a hard, almost rocky look to it, long, straight blonde hair falling from her head around a pair of upswept horns and parting in the front around large crimson tits.\n\n<img src="images/R6Ll9eD.jpg">\n\n"They made me get out of bed to fight you, y'know, didn't even let me get dressed," she says in a low but still feminine voice as she looks at you, fists on her hips, continuing as you come to a stop. "Not that I mind, I'd actually prefer to fight in the buff, just that usually I get an earful if I try."\n\n"You're one of Dr. Life's experiments, then," you reply blandly, making it clear you're unimpressed.\n\nThat gets a little frown out of her. "I'm not an 'experiment', I'm a success. They call me Ogredrive, little kitten." She blinks as you start snickering, and really scowls this time. "Hey! It's a <i>cool name</i>!"\n\n"Puns are so overdone," you snort back, seeing her yellow eyes blaze before she roars and charges towards you, raising a fist to swing.\n\n<hr>\n[[Fight her.|FemPalV5x1]]\n\n[[Claim her.|FemPalV6x1]]\n\n[[Destroy her.|FemPalV4x2]]

Well, there's no help for it... sneaking and stabbing is your business, after all, and armor built to assist in that is far more necessary thank looks, though you admit that you hope you can find something more befitting a Drow woman's aesthetic than a surface-dweller's. Why <i>did</i> you have surface dweller style armor anyway? you muse as you shrug out of the robe and start pulling on the pants, feeling the enchanted leather stretch around the curves of your thighs and hips.\n\nIt's not until the top is having to magically resize around your breasts that it clicks... it shouldn't need to resize if it's your armor. But it's your armor, and... your body wasn't like this before. Your armor is surface dweller style because you're... a half-elf. You were a half-elf right until you came into this room and put on... you glance at the robe. Enchanted. Apparently these clothes really do make the man... or woman, or species, as this might be. That's right, you were a half-elf... and you weren't always a half-elf, either...\n\n<hr>\n[[You're from Earth!|GGRogue]]\n\n[[You were from Earth.|GGRogue]]

"Sure, let's go, then," you say with a grin.\n\n"Woo! Great, I'll go get my stuff!" Mustang calls, turning and heading back towards the barn at a... canter? Gallop? Maybe you ought to do some studying on horse stuff later.\n\nYour key ring has a key for the truck on it, so you head around the side of the house to where you spotted it earlier. It looks like it's about ten years old, one of the big workhorse (heh) types a rancher might own, a white color that's lost most of the shine from years of dust and exposure. A few minutes later Mustang trots back up, a few things slung over her back. "Okay, sec," she says, bringing up a small pendant on a chain and slipping it around her neck.\n\nThere's a strange sort of shimmer... like incredibly quick movement more than anything. You get the sense that there was a lot going on, but that it all happened so fast that your eyes couldn't follow it. And abruptly Mustang is standing there on two feet instead of four hooves. She's also still, well, male in one obvious respect. You can't help but stare... even completely limp, it comes practically down to her knees, and is thick enough you think you could barely get a hand around it... a mental image you try not to have as she picks stuff up from the bundle she had slung over her horse back before changing. She hauls on a pair of red panties, which somehow manage to pull that huge cock up and against her body and turn it into a merely extremely obvious bulge. Then she steps into a pair of grey sweatpants and hauls them up to tie them, and now you can't really see anything... you'd probably have to actually reach out and touch to find the bulge and nope, nope, not thinking of it as she steps into a pair of slipon sneakers.\n\n"Okay! All ready to go! Keys," she says with a grin, making a 'gimme' motion with both hands, and catching the keys as you toss them over. Soon the two of you are bumping down the dirt drive, and then pulling onto the paved road. "Arright! Time for some fun! Man I dunno why I couldn't go by myself," she says with a huff.\n\n"Humans don't really deal well with blunt honesty," you explain after thinking for a second. "Even the most forthright of us tend to deal in at least a handful of white lies and polite fictions, because we think it's easier to get along that way."\n\n"The hell's a 'polite fiction'?" Mustang asks, wrinkling her nose as she glances over at you briefly. \n\n"Ah, well, it's something everyone knows, but they act like they don't know 'cause bringing it up hurts feelings," you explain. "It's a sort of unspoken lie that everyone involved participates in even though they know the truth. Like, 'we don't know you watch super weird porn', or 'yeah sure our local politician really cares about us'."\n\n"So wait. Everyone knows the truth, but they act like they don't, so they're all lying about the same thing to each other but they're not even saying anything? ... My fuckin' head hurts..."\n\n"Yeah it's one of those that you have to feel out more than figure out," you say dryly. "Look, for now, just let me do most of the talking with other people. You don't have to act mute or anything, just let me field questions or handle it if someone decides to act the fool. That's what I'm here for, to help you figure out those sorts of situations."\n\n"True 'nough, I am pretty dumb socially," Mustang allows cheerfully enough. "Still, even humans're more honest with a few drinks in 'em, we'll be fine!"\n\n"Er, drinks?" you ask with a blink.\n\n"Sure! The whole reason for going into town is either to buy supplies or hit the bar, and we're good on supplies! Where'd you think we were goin'?"\n\n<hr>\n[[Well. Bar it is, then.|GGMCE]]\n\n[[Ixnay, ixnay!|GGMCE5x4]]

Oh yeah, there was a book of that too, huh? Well, most Disney stuff is based on storybooks, after all. You pick up the glossy, obviously Disney-influenced cover from beside its similar companion, and flip it open, only to yelp as you abruptly feel the floor drop out from under you. You go crashing through something yielding and splintering, and then slam against a hard surface, what you think might be a chair from the way you're essentially forced upright even as you try to fall backwards, coughing and gasping at the cloud of dust and debris all around you.\n\n"Oh my! Certainly quite an entrance," comes a smooth, amused voice through the cloud, a figure gradually becoming clear as the dust settles to reveal a small house cluttered with books, models and other strange odds and ends. His hair is pale, his clothing elaborate and in shades of white, purple, and red, and he smiles at you where he's standing across the small table you now find yourself sitting at. "Are you quite alright?"\n\nYour ass hurts and your back's aching and you feel like your lungs are full of straw dust and your head's spinning, but all you can really think of to say is, "You're the wrong Merlin."\n\n<img src=https://i.imgur.com/QHKRqYS.png>\n\n"Ahahaha, yes, for a particular definition of 'the wrong Merlin', I most certainly am," he answers, purple eyes sparkling as he settles into the chair across the table from you. "But our perception of reality is just that... our perception. And some people's perceptions color certain realities more than others. You could call this reality we're currently in a bit... fanciful. So no, I am not the man with the long white beard and conical blue hat... your personal impressions of Merlin include him, but are not consumed by him, so he isn't here. But I am, or at least, your perception of me."\n\nYou stare at him, coughing a few more times as you try to process all that, briefly glancing down at the cup of tea he pours and slides over to you. "Are you... saying you're not real, and I'm what, dreaming you?"\n\n"No, he's just talking out of his half-incubus ass to confuse you so he seems smarter," a woman's voice says from over your shoulder.\n\nYou jump a bit, turning in the chair to look behind you and up, finally spotting the pseudo-tree perch on which sits a white owl. Well, 'white' doesn't really cover it... it's so perfectly, wonderfully, shining white that really 'silver' would be a better description. Its head tilts a little as you look at it, elegant golden beak moving again as it then turns its gaze towards Merlin. "Isn't that right?"\n\n"Now now, no need to be rude," Merlin replies in a soothing tone, still smiling. "I am not making everything up, and Cyan's perceptions certainly do figure into things. Had her perception of the other portrayal of Merlin been stronger, that is how I would have appeared to her, certainly. And you would have been forced to be about half the size and a rather dull shade of brown, for which I think you might not have been thankful." At his comment the owl puffs off a bit in consternation, though you're not sure if it's at Merlin being right or the idea of being small and brown.\n\n"Uh... Archimedes?" you murmur.\n\n"Archion," Merlin corrects smoothly before the owl can answer, since to judge by its puffing up again it was a bit indignant. "And before you ask, no, she is not a highly educated owl. She is in fact a Sidhe... one of the fair folk. She has simply decided to take on the form of an owl while she is assisting me."\n\n"More like making sure you don't make yet another complete mess of things," Archion says in a rather acidic tone. "Besides, if I were to walk among humans in my own form, they would all be struck mindless and infatuated by my beauty."\n\n"Which is what she says when she's in a good mood, when it's a bad one it's 'As if I would deign to walk among you disgusting, smelly things as if I were one of you, I'd rather be a creature of the forest'," Merlin notes brightly as he sips his own tea.\n\n"A sincere and utter pox on you, halfling."\n\n"Whoa, time out from the domestic squabble!" you interject, crossing your forearms. "What the <i>hell</i> is going on?!"\n\n"It's quite simple, really. This reality needs a King at this juncture in its history. One who can step in and, at least for a time, brighten the world and hold this part of it together. It's extremely important to the nature of the world, and without it, well, things will get very bad."\n\n"... What, it forms a Singularity?" you mutter, still struggling to believe that you haven't had a seizure or something and dropped over in the library to have a coma dream.\n\n"Hm, not quite, but what you know from that game is probably close enough for a frame of reference. Yes, without someone to be King, it would be on the level of forming a Singularity. I needed someone to be King and, well, here you are, right on schedule!"\n\n"... Yeah, well, no thanks." Wincing as you stand, you turn and stalk over to the door. "Whether or not you're the actual Merlin, you look enough like the one from Fate that I know what you are... a manipulator," you add, pausing with one hand on the doorknob while pointing at him with the other. "You work behind the scenes and pit people against each other, or against history, for your grand design. Well I know what happened to the last teenage girl you tried to make King, and I'm not spending eternity in the Throne of Heroes sitting on a mountain of dead bodies. So if you'll excuse me-"\n\n"I really wouldn't leave, if I were you," Merlin says genially enough as you start to pull open the door.\n\n"... What, now you're threatening me?" you ask, stopping to look at him again, though you can't help feeling a little afraid at the same time.\n\n"Yes and no. You could certainly perceive it as a threat, which from your point of view would make it one, but at the same time my course of action is bound by your own actions and thus it's not actually a threat from my point of view. You see, if you walk out that door, you're willingly choosing to forego my guidance, and thus my protection. I can't actually give it to you if I want to, after that. You would be on your own in this existence... one that is growing ever darker and more cruel without a King to provide an anchor for its nature. So, from the point of view that it is a threat, the threat of what will happen if you go out that door is that I will continue to sit right here, and finish this pot of tea," he continues, continuing to give you that same knowing smile as he takes a sip from his cup, even as he tries to inject a little sadness into his constantly upbeat tone. "Even if I hear the sound of your screams from outside."\n\n<hr>\n[[Leave.|GGKing]]\n\n[[Stay.|GGKing1x1]]

Something about the self-satisfied tone of the email really gets your goat. Maybe it's that you've spent a year being told by "green" activists that you're evil and that some of the verbiage is similar. Maybe it's just the kind of mood you're in. But you wind up writing a reply in which the phrase "tree-hugger" is used, and it's probably the least insulting thing in there. You finish off by explaining that you've got a <i>much</i> better-paying position at Eclipse Robotics waiting, and you don't have time for their composted bullshit anymore.\n\nA day or two later, as you prepare to leave your apartment building, only the fact that you were wearing gloves to protect your hands from some rough wooden box edges keeps you from a rather nasty surprise... the door is covered in poison ivy vines! In fact, as you carry your things out to the waiting shipping van, you see that the entire building is covered in them! They weren't there last night, even kudzu doesn't grow that fast!\n\nAs you decide to let the movers handle your last few boxes and climb into the taxi, you look back at the vine-covered building and feel a shiver running up your spine. Maybe those "tree-huggers" have a few more things in their bag than appleseeds.\n\n<hr>\n[[For your disrespect and siding with their ideological opposite Eclipse Robotics, you have earned the hatred of the Green Dawn. This will affect your approach to your projects at your new position, and you may occasionally see a "(Green Dawn.)" option in the branch links. Choosing this option will trigger the inevitable retaliation by Green Dawn.|EcliB1x2]]

"Enough to buy into the nobility," you muse aloud, starting to grin. And that was just with one half-dragon. You have three potential half-dragons waiting back in your room. With that amount of money, you could set yourself up with an 'above the law' sort of lifestyle. Hell, with that kind of money, you could go somewhere and <i>become</i> the law. You're starting to like this idea more and more.\n\n"Good news," you announce cheerfully, unable to help doing a bit of a Professor impression as you walk back into the room. "Soon the three of you will be leaving my tender care. You'll even be stronger and more cool for it! But for tonight, standard guard rotation," you chirp before flopping into the deeply comfortable bed and almost immediately falling asleep. You've gotten used to the three of them standing about... if they haven't broken free by now, you doubt tonight will be the night, despite your intentionally foreboding announcement.\n\nIndeed, when you get up they're standing exactly where you'd expect. Ordering room service of a luxurious breakfast for yourself and oatmeal for the others, you look over the three as you eat, smirking some as your scrutiny clearly makes them gradually more nervous. Let's see... yes, you've just about decided everything, except for one thing. "Zara," you announce as you reach for your staff. "What sort of climate are you from?"\n\nThe redhead's eye twitches, but immediately she answers, "The mountain range of Markoor. To the north."\n\n"Ah, cold then. That works." Concentrating, you spend a few moments preparing so that you can cast the spell three times essentially at once, then thrust the staff out towards your captives.\n\nIn near-perfect unison they gasp and stagger, their bodies' involuntary reactions to the changes rushing through them apparently overcoming the fact that you haven't given them orders to move. Drake jerks and twitches as golden scales start covering his back and spreading around his sides and over his shoulders, down his arms, a set of long spines growing out from his vertebrae and pale golden skin growing in between them. The front of his thong steadily bulges more and more, even as the cloth stretches further from his hips gaining lean muscle, as does the rest of his body. Though he doesn't bulk up much, the shift over his growing scales is apparently enough to snap the waistband, and the thong goes trailing to the floor as his cock is revealed, his sack now seemingly made of soft golden leather, supple hide that goes up to his waist and forms a sheath around his now much longer and thicker cock, which has turned a dark pink color and gained some small, dull prongs around the edge of the head. His hands twitch and clench as gleaming golden claws push out of the tips of his fingers to replace his fingernails, his open mouth showing as his teeth lengthen and sharpen, face pushing out slightly into a short, squarish muzzle, his ears flattening against his head as his hair turns from blonde to actually golden color. His feet jerk, lifting him up onto the balls of them and balanced on his toes as they change shape, his boots tearing away as his claws push out and his legs alter shape somewhat to make standing that way natural for him.\n\nVera wraps her arms around herself, bending forward and shuddering as her entire body is gradually coated in small, delicate and interlocking silver scales so fine that she virtually seems cast from silver herself, like a living statue, albeit one whose shoulderblades twitch and bulge, as part of her back pushes outward to start growing into a pair of large, gleaming wings. Her hair turns the color of oiled gunmetal as she clenches her eyes closed, then snaps them open, showing that they've gone pale and slit-pupiled, her open mouth showing that even her teeth have taken on a chrome appearance, several of them sharpening into fangs. She jerks upright and twists back and forth, her breasts wobbling and shaking as they grow several sizes larger at least, her brown nipples now a gleaming white. Four fairly squat horns grow up from the top of her forehead, the bases joined by a ridge that effectively pushes her hair back as if it were a tiara, her body twitching and jerking as it becomes slightly more voluptuous, ass and hips gaining some slight padding beneath their new coating of gleaming silver scales.\n\nYou let Zara be the most extreme change, the amazon practically roaring as her head reshapes, becoming a full muzzle, her red hair turning pale, lusterlous white as she too gains a forehead ridge that just keeps growing backwards, even as a pair of horns pushes out from her forehead, the appearance making her somewhat resemble a triceratops, save with still vaguely human features around the pale white eyes and the reptilian mouth. Her already impressive muscles clench and grow somewhat as her skin is covered with snow white scales, black claws pushing out from her fingertips and toes, her panties snapping to show off the almost invisibly slit covered in scales between her legs as both a tail and wings push out from her back. She jerks and twitches, giving another low roar (though this time you've cast a privacy spell, don't want anyone in other rooms getting suspicious) as she hunches forward, her breasts growing as well, though getting rounder, stiffer, white nipples almost invisible against the ridged lines of her frontal scales (only kept so by the steel rings still piercing them), until her tits are almost like boulders, her tail lashing and back arching as she gains several inches of height. Her talons dig into the wood of the floor as her legs, too, take on a digigrade stance, and her broad shoulders roll as she extends her wings, giving a bestial growl as she flexes her fingers again. Her scars are still slightly-visible rents in the patterns of her scales... you figured they gave her character. She looks more like a humanoid dragon than a half-dragon... but then, you suppose they come in all types.\n\n"What... have you done to us?" Vera whimpers, with your mental permission.\n\n"All three of you are now half-dragons," you reply slowly, as if explaining things to a dull child. Really, isn't it obvious? "There's a buyer who's very, very interested in those. I don't suppose it matters that you've been made rather than born, since you'll be this way for the rest of your lives."\n\n"You changed what we are... to sell us?!"\n\n"That's right. Today, in fact. No reason to delay, I'm ready to go," you announce, standing up, then pausing briefly. Hm... \n\n<hr>\n[[Take all three.|GGTief]]\n\n[[Take just one.|GGTief2x5]]

"Ah... well... to be honest, I think... I think I might be like, um, dogsexual now, or whatever you'd call it," you murmur, face going red. But with how well your mother's taking this, you do feel like you can open up and be honest. "I mean since it happened I've tried thinking of all the stuff that got me going before and just... nothing excites me but the thought of... you know."\n\nYour mother frowns a little. "So you think that it's... permanent? That you're just not attracted to... humans anymore?"\n\n"... Maybe?" you say quietly, shrugging. "It kinda seems like it."\n\n"... I see." Your mother sighs, then nods. "To be honest I'd considered that possibility while I was... processing what you told me last night. The way you talked about it, it seemed a very... transformative experience." She rubs her hands over her thighs a few times, then nods. "As your mother, I think it's my job to accept you as you are, even if this is a very... odd turn. And I think it's also my responsibility to make sure you can be safe and happy."\n\n"Um." You blink once. "So like, what are you saying?"\n\n"I'm saying that rather than let you wind up giving in to temptation in a way that could ruin your reputation or get you hurt or blackmailed, I'd rather provide you a safe and private environment here at home where you can... do your thing... without anyone else knowing or having to take risks. I already looked up a good local place that operates as a shelter and re-homing facility, so..." She pauses, then shrugs as she stands and grabs her keys off the counter. "I suppose I'm saying let's go buy you a boyfriend."\n\nYou're sort of stunned into absorbing that for awhile, so it's not until you've been in the car for a bit that you finally say, "So like... you're okay with this?"\n\n"'Okay' might be a stretch, but like I said, doing it this way is much better for you, I think. I'd rather you... do that... in the privacy of your own room at home where no one can potentially see you and spread rumors, or even get you in legal trouble."\n\n"Uh, well, thanks. ... Does this mean we're gonna tell Dad?"\n\nShe makes a bit of a face. "I'll... think about what to tell your father and have it figured out before he gets back from his trip. Let me worry about it, I'm the one making this decision."\n\nShortly after that the two of you pull up in front of the surprisingly nice-looking brick building surrounded by tall solid fences. The two of you head inside, and you blink a bit at the sight of the woman behind the counter. Her blonde hair is cut short, and she's wearing a plain (if rather tight) black T-shirt and loose jeans, but the two striking parts are her dark, almost black brown eyes, and the fact that... well. You thought your mother was pretty hefty in the chest department, but this woman is to your mom as your mom is to you in boob size discrepency. ... Yeah you don't think that sort of :: statement is gonna wind up on your SATs. She stands up and comes around the counter, looking both of you up and down before introducing herself. "My name is Amarie, I own this shelter. I assume you're here to buy, not drop off?"\n\n"Correct," your mother says, giving a polite smile and a nod. "We're hoping that the dog will help us with exercise, so we're looking for one who's already at least mostly grown but with a lot of energy still left."\n\n"Hm. You know, I think for the... unique situation I'm seeing here, I've got just the perfect boy for you." Amarie turns towards the door into the kennels, beckoning you to follow. You and your mother exchange a glance... 'unique situation'? Could she possibly know, somehow? But if she does she doesn't seem interested in expounding, instead leading the way past a number of clean, fairly comfy-looking enclosures with dogs barking through the chain link doors at you. She stops in front of one particular cage, gesturing to the dog sitting patiently inside as if he'd been waiting to be presented to you. "Fafner here is primarily Rottweiler, but he has a little bit of Husky in there too, we're pretty sure... note the ears and the slightly thicker fur and longer legs. He's a bit on the big side..." She continues, winking at you in a way that makes you blush... especially since despite being a large breed, the black and brown beast isn't overly huge, meaning she's likely referring to a more particular part. "But he's young, smart, well-trained, and I think you'll find he has plenty of energy for all the exercise your family might want to give him."\n\nHe is <i>very</i> handsome, and a quick glance shows that he does indeed seem to be very well-endowed. He's even wagging his tail as he looks at you, charming you right off the bat. You glance at your mother, and notice she's looking rather intently at Fafner as well... before quickly giving her head a small shake and looking at Amarie. "He does seem to be what we're looking for. We'll take him."\n\n"Certainly, please come this way to the office and we'll do some paperwork. I'll give you a very good deal for him... after all, I love knowing that my good boys are going to ideal homes," Amarie chirps, grinning broadly as she leads the two of you back through the hallways. \n\nSoon you're back in the car and heading home, Fafner sitting obediently in the back seat... save when he leans his head forward to give your ear a lick. You blush, your pussy practically soaking your panties at the thought of having the gorgeous beast mounting you as soon as possible, making you squirm a little. You try to keep your cool, though, as you arrive home and take his leash, leading him inside. "Welcome home, boy, this is where you'll live from now on!"\n\n"Mm, I'll set his things up in the kitchen," your mother notes, smiling a bit at you and the new dog, before her face colors a bit and she glances away. "... I suppose the two of you will want to go upstairs and... get acquainted."\n\n<hr>\n[["... Yup!"|GGDog]]\n\n[["... What, you don't want to watch?"|GGDog14x3]]

Your mother splutters a bit, drawing back slightly. "W-watch?! What do you mean, I-"\n\n"Well you said that you wanted me to be safe, right?" you cut in, using a very reasonable tone of voice and smiling evenly at her, one hand rubbing Fafner's head between his ears. "This is the first time I'll really be doing this, y'know, deliberately... what if something went wrong and I didn't get it right, or Fafner got upset and did something? I might need you there to help."\n\nYour mother goes silent, worrying her lower lip gently with her teeth as she looks at you. After a moment, she nods slowly. "I suppose you're right. Maybe I'd better... be here... at least the first time."\n\nWhich is of course bullshit you highly doubt you'll have any issues. You have, however, picked up on your mother's behavior recently when the subject has come up, and saw how she was looking at Fafner at the kennel. And, you know, the fact that her nipples went visibly stiff when you suggested she watch you get fucked by a dog. Part of her is obviously aroused by some part of this situation, and her enabling you probably has at least something to do with that. You're curious to discover exactly which part it is... and, well, admittedly maybe you're getting off on the extra deviant thought of not just being a bitch for a big strong dog, but your mother watching you get puppy-pounded.\n\nYou begin to get undressed, toeing out of your shoes and pulling your shirt up and off... as you do, you try to subtly keep an eye on your mother, as well as watching Fafner. The dog's reaction is pleasing enough, and basically confirms your suspicion about the knowing way Amarie looked at you, since he rises to all fours and watches you stripping intently, his tail wagging and cock steadily sliding out of its sheath. Your mother seems to be having rather a harder time deciding where to rest her gaze... whether it's to settle it on you as you slip your bra off and bare your tits, on Fafner as his large, glistening red prick comes into view, or back on you as you push down your jeans and panties and give your ass a bit of a wiggle, on Fafner's cock dripping some pre, or to glance away and thereby not be doing her 'duty' of watching to make sure everything goes okay.\n\n"You <i>are</i> a big boy, yes you are," you coo to Fafner as you settle onto your knees in front of him and rub at his neck and head, trying not to smirk as you watch your mother blush deeper out of the corner of your eye. You squeak and then laugh a bit as the dog laps at your bare breasts, though a few moans wind up threading through your giggles at the touch of that broad tongue over your stiff nipples. After a few more licks you turn away and lean forward onto your hands, pleased when as expected Fafner starts lapping his tongue over your pussy and pucker. You shamelessly moan and wiggle your hips, sneaking peeks at your mother through your mostly-closed eyes, pleased to see that she's now focused as intently on the sight of your new pet licking your cunt as Fafner was on watching you strip earlier.\n\nIt's not long though before Fafner's tongue stops, and you feel a thrill of excitement rush through your body as he instead hefts himself up onto your back, his strong, furry form covering you as he slips forward, forelegs wrapping around your middle. You'd feel further justified in thinking he was already trained for this as he almost effortlessly shifts his hips and lines the pointed tip of his prick up with your entrance, but any real coherent thought is quickly muddled as that long canine cock is stuffed into you, giving you that abrupt feeling of being taken, claimed, and owned by an animal that rocked you to your very core yesterday. Crying out in sheer delight at once more feeling that heady rush of becoming a bitch, without hesitation you begin rocking back against Fafner's thrusts as he starts fucking you, pumping yourself back against his hot bestial dick with abandon.\n\nThe mindless bitch in heat that was awakened in you by yesterday's doggy gangbang is completely absorbed in the moment, not thinking of anything, just experiencing the feel of that big canine cock pounding your cunt in rapid, eager strokes, the rub of that soft fur and powerful muscles along your back, the sound of animal panting in your ear and drool dripping on your shoulder, forelegs gripping around your middle. The little part of you still thinking at all is well aware of your mother watching every moment of you being claimed by a mindless beast, of her stare on you, her eyes watching your tits jiggle underneath you, that glistening red prick disappearing into your pussy with squirts of your arousal, that she's listening to your every whorish moan and bitch-like gasp as you cum repeatedly, working your hips back towards your inhuman lover without the slightest hint of shame. You wish you had her view of Fafner's knot swelling bigger and bigger, of how it must look slapping against the puffy, swollen lips of your pussy... but then, you get to <i>feel</i> it, every impact pushing you further towards the biggest climax yet, and sending you over the edge as he finally shoves forward and stuffs that big ball of flesh inside you, the noise you make truly animal as he swells and locks with you and begins pouring cum inside you, doing his very best to give you puppies. \n\nYou just sort of go away for awhile, riding on the high of becoming a bitch again right in your own living room, your mind fuzzy and barely processing anything but the feel of Fafner's cock throbbing inside you and still spilling cum after long minutes. You only really start to come to as he gives a few light tugs, after several of them managing to pull his prick free of your tight little hole. He doesn't actually unmount from your back, just pulling off enough for his cock to slip out, dropping free of your gaping pink pussy and jutting just below it, the top gently rising to press against your clit as your stretched hole dribbles his own cum all over his cock. You take a few shuddery breaths, wiggling yourself underneath him, then look over at your mother. She's still staring at you, obviously transfixed, her breathing having quickened enough that her breasts are rising and falling visibly, a few little shivers running through her own body even as you watch.\n\n<hr>\n[[Thank her... and schedule next time.|GGDog]]\n\n[[Eat her out.|GGDog]]\n\n[[Put her on all fours.|GGDog]]

Something cracks inside, and in a rush you wind up telling your mother everything that happened at the park. Starting from going there on a whim to deciding to explore off the beaten path, to being leaped on and effectively raped by a random male dog. Her eyes widen as you tell your story, especially as you admit how good it felt and that you wound up giving in to temptation and getting fucked by your canine rapist again, and then with more and more dogs until you couldn't even keep yourself on all fours anymore.\n\nBy the time you're finished, your face is red and you're breathing hard, feeling a mixture of intense shame and intense arousal thrumming through your blood, much like it was getting fucked by the dogs in the first place. Your mother is just staring at you, her own cheeks pink... and you can't help but notice that her nipples are trying to push right through the fabric of her shirt. She opens her mouth, closes it, then brings a hand up to rub it over the lower half of her face. Finally, she takes a deep breath and says, "I... see. Okay, so... I can understand you... had an experience you didn't seek out but got carried away. I..." She trails off, then clears her throat. "I think we both need to... let all this information settle. Process it. Why don't you go to bed, and we'll... talk about this in the morning."\n\nNodding, you turn and hurry back upstairs and to your room, flopping down in bed. You're not sure about this development... parents wanting to talk in the morning generally isn't a good thing, after all. Still, you're rather distracted by the memories, and despite your worry you soon have your sleeping pants around your thighs and have rolled over to get up on your knees, fingering your pussy as you imagine a pair of strong canine forelimbs wrapped around your middle and a thick, pointed cock pounding into your cunt in place of your fingers.\n\nIn the morning you get dressed and head downstairs, finding your mother has already set out cereal boxes and milk, and is quietly eating from her own bowl. Deciding the Talk isn't happening immediately, you sit down and pour yourself a bowl of cereal as well, the two of you eating in awkward silence. Until, as you're about finished, your mother clears her throat. "So. Ah. Having thought on what you told me last night, I've decided... well, I can't really figure out a way to punish you without feeling awkward about it, so let's just forget about that. More importantly, I think we have to address an issue here, and that is... well." She shifts in place a bit. "Cyan, do you think this was a... one time thing? You know, just one of those incidents that is something that happened, and we won't... discuss it again?"\n\n<hr>\n[[It was a one-time thing.|GGDog15x1]]\n\n[[No, pretty sure you're hooked.|GGDog14x2]]

Overcome by your need for water after your extended marinating in the ocean and waking up under the beating sun, you hurry to the edge of the water and get down on your knees, leaning forward to thrust your face right into the shallows and start gulping, not really thinking about the fact that you're letting your bare ass and pussy jut up into the air completely exposed by your skirt falling down around your waist at this angle.\n\nAfter several gulps you manage to remind yourself that you don't want to completely bomb your stomach, even though it's the crispest, clearest, somehow tastiest water you've ever had. You raise your head and start to draw back, only to abruptly realize that a shadow is falling over you, and you can feel something looming right above you. Your body goes stiff as you feel warm fur brush over your bare buttocks and something firm poke against your pussy. Then next to your head you see a flash of movement as right next to you on the sand thumps down a sleek, black-furred-\n\n<hr>\n[[-paw.|SKMI]]\n\n[[-hand.|SKMI2x2]]

Frankly these big beastmen are way too scary to try resisting... those claws alone are scary enough without getting a glimpse of their teeth now that you're looking up at one from much closer. You meekly open your mouth, and as he pushes that humanlike cock in you even close your lips around and start suckling, working your tongue inexpertly under it to do your best to show you're cooperating. The panther man gives a soft, almost subvocal and rather pleased-sounding yowl at your attentions, a low rumble setting up in his chest as he starts thrusting lightly, actually being rather gentle about fucking your face. You can't help but be a little grateful at that, actually suckling him a bit harder and working your tongue more enthusiastically.\n\nGentle though he may be, he still seems rather bestial, since his thrusts grow longer and more insistent, and soon you're gagging as his cock nudges the back of your throat, the sounds turning deeper and more lewdly wet as he actually pushes himself inside. You can feel your throat bulging up but you still do your best to accept him in, swallowing down his prick as he does until the fur of his sheath is tickling your lips and his balls are lightly thumping your chin, drool running down from the corners of your mouth to soak into his fur.\n\nIt takes him much less time than the other one did fucking your pussy, at least, before he pulls out and gives out his own loud yowl, grabbing the base of his prick and aiming it right towards your face. You squeeze one of your eyes closed right before a long streamer of thick cum splashes right across the lid, the rest of your face getting decorated with similar long strands and splatters of creamy white goo. The beastman smears a bit of it on your cheek with the head of his cock, the gesture somehow almost affectionate, right before he apparently loses interest in you entirely, rising to his feet and turning, all four panther people walking off without a backward glance.\n\nYou're left laying there, dazed and confused, panther cum dribbling from your pussy and smeared all over your face. 'At least he didn't get any on my uniform,' you think in the midst of your inability to think.\n\nThere's another rustle from the bushes that you're almost too overloaded to think about, before a lean, brown, naked but at least entirely human female form is standing above you. It takes you a moment in your current state to process her face, especially with her usual quadtails taken down in exchange for a single ponytail, but among other things you'd know those distinctive red eyes anywhere. "Mikori," you almost breathe in a relieved tone.\n\nBut rather than answering you, Mikori takes a quick look around, then gets to her knees between your spread legs, setting down the primitive spear she's holding and leaning forward... and plastering her mouth against your pussy, making you squeak loudly. "M-Mikori!" you yelp, putting both hands on her head, but not quite having the strength left to push her away... especially as her tongue goes to work, pressing deep inside you and starting to work around. "Mikori... what are you doing... what... what are... oh god," you breathe, then moan as it feels like she's trying to reach your brain through your cunt with her tongue, your hips instinctively starting to buck towards her, your pussylips pressed firmly around her mouth as she even wiggles her head in her apparent desire to get deeper in.\n\n"Mikori... Mikori," you whimper loudly as her tongue curls in you, again and again, seeming determined to touch every inner part of you. You let out a loud moan as you finally cum, like you finally admit you were on the verge of doing from being raped by the beastman, your pussy splashing against Mikori's lower face lightly. You're left laying on the ground, quivering and borderline mewling as she gets up, wiping her face... well, more smearing your girlcum all over it so that it gleams even more than the rest of her body. After a few seconds, you manage to raise your head again, forcing your somewhat bleary eyes to focus on her. "... wha...?"\n\n"It's best to get as much of their cum out of you as soon as you can," she explains, wiping a finger at the corner of her mouth and then licking it, seemingly without thinking. "If you get knocked up, you turn into one of them."\n\nIt takes you a second to really process what she said, but when you do you sit up, staring at her. "... What?"\n\n"Yeah, the smaller one of those two females?" Mikori tilts her head the way the panthers walked off. "That used to be Pepper."\n\n"That's... that's-!"\n\n"Crazy? Crazier than winding up on a tropical island when we were flying over the middle of the continental US, washing up on the beach days apart but perfectly fine, and then getting raped by panther guys?" Mikori says in a rather wry tone, resting one hand on her bare hip and angling her spear out with the other.\n\n"O... kay, point," you allow, then glance around in a slightly frantic way. "Are they gone?!"\n\n"Probably just hanging around close by to see if you change. It starts pretty quick, if you're not showing any signs in about five more minutes you should be fine," Mikori adds as you look at her with wide eyes. "Here, stand guard while I get a drink too. Then, assuming you haven't started growing fur, you can clean up."\n\n"... Right," you murmur, blushing brightly, trying not to think too much about the feel of cum all over your face as you get to your feet and accept the spear.\n\nMikori crouches down on the balls of her feet by the edge of the water, which looks rather lewd since she winds up spreading her legs some and showing off her bare pussy, but you guess leaves her a lot less vulnerable, especially since she cups her hands and drinks repeatedly from them rather than right from the pond. She gets to her feet and beckons for the spear back, and spends a moment looking you over, including lifting your skirt and peering at both your crotch and ass, making you blush brightly again as you can't help recalling what she just did, apparently to save you. "Okay, think you're good, let's go," she says once you've copied her, drinking a bit more and washing your face.\n\n"Go where?" you ask as you nevertheless follow after her as she heads into the trees.\n\n"I've found a little cave that I've been using for shelter while I check things out and look for supplies and stuff. I mean, obviously I've been looking for the rest of you guys too," she adds with a shrug. "But you and Pepper are the only people we know that I've seen, and, well, it was too late for her when I found her, she'd had her pussy pounded by three panther guys like two times each. They were definitely actively making sure they knocked her up."\n\nYou swallow hard at that. "A-and you've seen it happen to others, too?"\n\n"Yeah, a couple of women from the plane and one guy. Guys it apparently just starts happening to right away, the moment one of the females started riding his dick he began growing fur and stuff," Mikori answers, glancing back and raising an eyebrow. "I guess they've got more than one way of reproducing."\n\n"This is so strange," you mutter as you continue following after, trying not to stare too much at her naked body, especially since every time you do it reminds you of her eating every single bit of cum out of your pussy that she could find and making you cum your brains out in the process. "I mean are they... animals, or undeveloped people, or...?"\n\n"They seem like they're somewhere in between, I think?" Mikori says as she starts leading you up a rough not-quite-walkway that goes back and forth across a large stone rise. "I've been watching them as much as I can, and got caught a few times too. They do seem to do some tribal stuff... you probably didn't notice 'cause, well, but the ones just now were wearing some necklaces and braided leather and stuff. But it doesn't seem like they have any language or actual social structure, it's more like some... highly-evolved instinct that makes them act like tribal-level people even though they're still pretty much animals."\n\nYou turn that over as you follow her through the somewhat narrow opening of a cave into an almost spherical cavern that's roughly the size of your living room back home, though the floor's luckily a bit more flat. It looks like Mikori's built a small firepit (you wonder if there's actually ventilation above, you're pretty sure that sort of thing is important) and also started a few other projects, including a sort of clothesline where she's draped up the ragged scraps that seem to be all that are left of her uniform. "That's... pretty advanced observations," you can't help but note.\n\nMikori hesitates for a few moments near what looks like one of those plastic shell suitcases, before leaning her spear and turning back to you. "My Grandma used to tell me stories about people in the old days of the tribe who could change their shape and become animals," she explains. "She said that some of them got to enjoy it so much that they'd completely forsake their humanity, even their minds, and become animals completely... but that the instincts they'd gained as humans still remained. She told me one story about a talented rockchipper who learned to become a big old river otter to dive down for the best stones at the bottom of the water. But he got to enjoy it so much that he built himself a den, took an otter wife, and eventually stopped being human completely, becoming an otter in mind as well as in body. But he'd still wander into the village some days, and there would be this big otter thunking away making arrowheads and spearheads, even though he never acknowledged his name or took any trade for it."\n\n"I see. That's... kind of a charming story," you hedge, nodding.\n\nMikori raises an eyebrow. "Grandma also said he'd still slip into his old hut a lot of nights and fuck his human wife trying to make more babies."\n\nYou open your mouth. Close it. Drag your teeth across your lower lip, before letting out a long rush of breath and letting your shoulders slump. "Yeaaaah that sounds a lot more like what we're dealing with."\n\n"Obviously their instinct, both animal and human, is to fuck more than anything. Even reproducing comes a close second, as you experienced," she notes, your face going red again since you can still taste (or at least imagine you can still taste) the second panther's cock on your tongue. "So if one catches you, even if they're a predator, their first go-to is going to be to fuck you, not gore you or eat you. Unless you make way too much fuss, seems like after they're satisfied they'll leave you alone. So," she continues, bending down and opening the suitcase and rummaging for a moment, before turning and tossing you something. "I'd suggest getting out of that uniform and into your new island wear."\n\n"Wha-?" you say as you reflexively catch the item, realizing it's a plastic squeeze-tube. You turn it around, then splutter as you realize that it's sunscreen. "Y-you can't be serious!"\n\n"The easier you make it for the beasts to fuck you, the less chance of them turning violent, and the more they can play with your body and get off in other ways, the less likely they are to knock you up," Mikori says in an overly reasonable tone. "... You can probably still wear your socks and shoes, mine got lost, though you're gonna want to make sure to hang up and dry your socks every night, at least."\n\n<hr>\n[[No way!|SKMI]]\n\n[[You're not going out there!|SKMI]]\n\n[[... Fine.|SKMI]]

It's shaped like a human hand, but the fingers are tipped in large, wicked-looking claws instead, and almost instantly you can feel the other hand grabbing your arm. You yelp loudly in surprise and fear as your wrists are grabbed and hauled behind your back, your body pulled back just enough from the water that your cheek thumps down on damp sand instead of into the water itself. You struggle and squirm, trying to at least get a panicked look at whatever has you, except that now more of them are walking into view.\n\nThey're... panther people. Or people-shaped panthers, or... something. But they're walking upright on two legs and have arms and fingers, and their heads have some slight human characteristics even if they mostly look feline. You can also see the swaying, wobbling motion of a fat, mostly human-shaped reddish-pink cock angling out half-hard from one, the base of it wrapped in the same gleaming black fur as his balls are. There are two more with him, a pair of females, both with four breasts, one of them slightly older-looking and heavily pregnant, the other a bit younger-seeming and only lightly pregnant. Both nonchalantly move to the water and start to drink while the male gazes around, apparently on watch for them... and probably the one that's got hold of you.\n\nBecause it's clear that the male that has hold of you isn't going to have much of a mind for watching for other predators as he grips your wrists with one hand and apparently uses the other to position himself, the tip of his cock nudging up between your pussylips. "No! Wait! Stop!" you plead, only for the last word to turn into a loud cry as he stuffs himself into you, your virginity claimed by this strange feline monster-man. There's no hesitation as he begins pumping into you, his thrusts somehow purely bestial even as they have a human-like deliberateness, the noises of him panting and huffing and rumbling from above as he rapes you.\n\n"Nnh-nnnh-nnnh-ah-nnh," you whimper out in time with his thrusts, quickly starting to feel overwhelmed and powerless. The pleated skirt of your cheerleader uniform, which he seems to have no interest in removing since he has access to the part of you he's interested in, shakes below you in reaction to his velvet-furred hips slapping against your ass and his velvet-furred balls slapping against your crotch, your whole body rocked against the warm, damp sand with the force of his thrusts. The part of you that's not completely wrapped up in the feeling of violation and some other, building sensation as his big, partly bestial prick pounds into your pussy takes note of the females finishing drinking and settling off to the side, watchful as the other male takes his own drink before settling to sit nearby, stroking his own prick as he watches the other male take you.\n\nYou're panting and breathing hard, unable to deny that you're letting out little moans at the panther-man's thrusts, when they suddenly pick up in speed and intensity, making you cry out anew as it feels like he's slamming even deeper and stretching you even more. Then he thrusts forward and lets out a long, half-screeching animal yowl as you feel thick, warm wetness filling you up as his cock throbs and trembles inside you. You slump limp for just a moment, partly in relief and partly in some emotion you don't really want to examine too closely as he pulls out of you, and you feel more warm wetness dribbling down over your thighs. \n\nAs you're trying to catch your breath, you give a yip as you're pushed over onto your back, and the other male you'd been watching moves into position over your face, angling that pink prick towards your lips and giving it a bit of a wiggle, his tail flicking behind him in a way that seems expectant.\n\n<hr>\n[[Thrash and fight!|SKMI]]\n\n[[Be obedient.|SKMI2x3]]

"I don't know about an actual dragon," you say as you straighten up and step out of the little side-tunnel, moving into the main tunnel the party is walking down. "But there's me."\n\nAll three do various degrees of jumping and whirling around to face you, weapons coming up or out... or in the case of the wizard(?) her hand coming up and stretching out. You very carefully just stand there, blinking at them slowly as they take a moment to process that you're not an (immediate) threat.\n\n"And... you are...?" the armored woman asks slowly, lowering her sword some.\n\n"The dragon's daughter, obviously," you say. Which... well, maybe it wasn't true before, but it seems a pretty logical conclusion if a gold dragon lived here and you're now a half gold dragon who appeared in this cave.\n\n"Ah... that does seem to make sense, really," she answers, lowering her sword the rest of the way, the other two doing so a bit more hesitantly. "In which case, this must be your home as well, and I'm sorry that we intruded."\n\nYou shrug a little (and try not to pay attention to the way your new breasts jiggle, causing some light jingling of trailing chain rings). "No harm, no foul."\n\n"But if you don't mind sating my curiosity, exactly where is your, ah, father now? They say that he hasn't been seen for quite awhile possibly years."\n\n"I haven't seen him in awhile," you answer, which is... technically true, since you've never seen him (if it even is a him) at all. "I don't really know when he's coming back, or if." Which is also technically true.\n\n"Hey, then if you don't need his treasure anymore..." The leather-clad man grins, then scoots to the side as the armored woman tries to nudge him in the side. "Kidding! I was kidding, sorry."\n\n"I apologize for my companion," the armored woman says with a slight bow of the head. "Although, if there is any sort of quest or task we could do, for which you might pay us, we are indeed in search of work."\n\n"Or you could come with us!" the robed woman blurts suddenly, speaking up for the first time. When the other two stare at her, she hugs her book harder and lowers her head further over it, voice lowering to an almost whisper. "Um. You know. If you wanted to. If you were lonely up here by yourself. ... Or something."\n\n<hr>\n[[Give them some treasure.|GoldDra]]\n\n[[Ask them to leave.|GoldDra]]\n\n[[Give them a quest.|GoldDra]]\n\n[[Join their party.|GoldDra1x2]]

You're about to spend several months poking around some mouldy old tomb. (At least that's where you think you're going, you admit you've maybe tuned Jenna out sometimes when she talks about the expedition's destination.) You want to have some fun before you go. You want some passion, and memories, and a warm smile to see you through long, lonely nights.\n\nHell with it, you want to get laid.\n\nSo it's the full court press with getting your hair and makeup done, and if the clinging blue dress that makes your lack of bra or panties obvious isn't exactly subtle, well, you're not terribly interested in subtle. From the way Natesh's eyes light up when you get out of the back of the taxi, you can tell that he's no longer particularly interested in subtle either.\n\nDinner is somewhat... abbreviated. Meaning that the two of you know exactly what's going to happen immediately afterwards, and are merely letting the anticipation build the entire time you play at calmly ordering dinner and eating. You don't quite make it through the main course before your eyes lock and Natesh quickly throws a bundle of hundreds onto the table, the two of you rising and doing a we're-totally-not-running walk to the elevator. The moment the door closes his hands are all over you, one sliding under the dress to cup your bare ass, while his mouth tries to devour your lips far more eagerly than he devoured his dinner.\n\nThis is totally the sort of thing you generally try to avoid with your status as a pretty rich girl, making out lewdly with guys in hotel elevators where the security feed can likely see everything. But right now you don't care, dragging your nails down the back of his suit jacket and then gripping his firm, fantastic ass, hauling him more closely against you as you kiss back. When the elevator doors open and the two of you hurry, you're thankful that you have the room right next to them, since when you step inside the room he immediately rips your dress in two and off of you... you're pretty sure he would have just done it in the hallway if it had taken any longer. You're pretty sure you'd have been okay with that at this point.\n\nHe grabs you up and drops you onto the bed, taking just long enough to shrug out of his suit jacket before diving between your legs, his mouth going to work with passion and energy, but above that <i>skill</i>. You can't help but grab his hair with one hand and haul him closer, moaning and writhing on the bed as his tongue works at your overheated pussy, oh god his <i>tongue</i>, it feels like he's working it in an attempt to make your whole body melt into a steaming puddle the way he just keeps making you hotter and wetter. As you scream out in orgasm and buck your hips, he turns his head and you feel a sting of pain from your thigh, the sensation racing through your climax like nitrogylcerin attached to TNT. He <i>bit</i> you? Kinky, is all you can think as you slump back onto the bed, panting, your glistening breasts rising and falling with each breath.\n\nNatesh straightens and strips off the rest of his clothes, his impressively long, thick cock jutting ahead of him. Still taking a bold lead, he grabs your hips and flips you over, then hauls back on them to raise your ass into the air. He rubs and teases the tip of his cock along the entrance to your molten cunt, making you moan and wiggle your hips pleadingly, until he finally gives in and slides into you. Pulling you up onto your hands, he leans forward to kiss your shoulder and drag his tongue along the back of it as he begins thrusting into you, hands skillfully working over your sweat-slick breasts and teasing at your nipples. This time it's not a question of making you cum, it's how many <i>times</i> he does! You're definitely going to remember this, you think through the haze of pleasure as he sinks his teeth into your shoulder, drawing another pain-pleasure yowl from you.\n\n<hr>\n[[Continue.|WBrit1x2]]

Forcing yourself to not go completely insane at this disruption to your reality, you hurry back out into the room, your enlarged tits wobbling and bouncing with every step. Damn, these things are insane! You manage to find your purse and accidentally rip it open in the process of trying to pull the flap up, then let out a curse as you pick up the phone and the screen cracks. "Dammit! This was <i>brand new</i>!" you growl in annoyance at your newfound strength. Holding the phone more lightly, you try to unlock it, then hang your head as your claw peels a long line of plastic off of the screen. Perfect.\n\nAfter figuring out how to retract your claws, you manage to call your sister. "Just, like, get here! Quick as you can!"\n\n<i>"Are you alright?"</i> Jenna asks, sounding concerned. <i>"That guy didn't hurt you or something, did he?"</i>\n\n"He... look, I don't know what he did! I'm not... hurt, I guess, but I need you! Hurry! I'll call down and tell them to give you a key at the front desk!"\n\nTwenty minutes later, there's a beep and click as the door unlocks. Your sister, who looks quite a bit like you (did) but shorter (than you were) and just a bit rounder in the hips, legs, and chest (than you used to be), walks in, holding a gym bag in one hand. "Britney? I'm here, what's wro-" She stops in place and stares as she sees you standing in the middle of the room fidgeting. "-nnnnng." Her eyes widen behind her round glasses.\n\n"J-Jenna, don't freak out, it's me," you say, holding up your hands in what you hope is a placating gesture. You're kind of nervous about the claws, now.\n\n"No, I know it's you, you still look like you. Sort of," Jenna says with a surprisingly calm tone, looking you up and down. She drops the gym bag and walks over to you, then reaches out and runs a fingertip down your arm. "Hm. It's definitely real, alright."\n\n"I <i>know</i> that," you snap, your tail lashing behind you. Then you take a deep breath. "Sorry. Just..."\n\nJenna seems to have been distracted by your newly enlarged tits rising and then wobbling as you breathed out. Apparently without thinking, she reaches up and puts her hands on the front of them, her palms rubbing your nipples as she squeezes gently, fingers pressing over the soft fur and into the yielding flesh. "Wow, they're enormous."\n\n<hr>\n[[Hey... that feels pretty good...|WBrit2x1]]\n\n[[Hey, eyes on the prize, here!|WBrit1x4]]

You wake on the morning asleep on your belly, hugging a pillow up under your head. Feeling a bit groggy and sore, you lift your head and look around. No sign of Natesh. When you roll over, you spot a note on the nightstand along with a jewelry box. The box contains a pendant with a round, polished Tiger's Eye stone with a golden symbol inlaid into the front of it. The note says 'Darling Britney, I must return home on family business today. We may yet see one another again, especially if you wear this and think often of me. - Natesh' Well, that's sweet of him, though honestly you doubt if the two of you will ever see each other again... his being gone before you wake up is a pretty clear indicator that both of you thought it was just a night of fun.\n\nYou get up and walk (somewhat awkwardly) to the minifridge, and gulp down a bottle of water before heading to the bathroom to shower. Under the flow of water, you lean heavily against the wall with both hands and frown... you feel sore and sluggish, moreso than just a good hard fucking and being a bit dehydrated could account for. Damn, Natesh didn't give you the flu or something, did he? He seemed fine. As you get out of the shower, you notice that the bite marks on your thigh and shoulder are still there, and sting somewhat. Oh lord, you better not have an infection. Digging in the fully-stocked bathroom cabinet, you find some antibacterial cream and smear it on both places.\n\nThe heat of the shower seems to be lingering, leaving you feverish. Suddenly wanting nothing more than to get some extra sleep, you sit down heavily on the side of the bed and stay coherent for just long enough to call down to the front desk and tell them you'll be staying an extra day. Then you flop back onto the bed, closing your eyes, shifting uncomfortably atop the sheets.\n\nYou don't fall asleep... it's more like being half-conscious, vaguely aware of feeling your body as you squirm and writhe, the sheets growing damp underneath you as you sweat heavily, your breathing rasping in hard and rushing out of you. The heat builds, your muscles feeling tight, like they're squeezing and flexing all at once without you thinking about it. The heat starts to grow between your legs, becoming a deep, almost desperate need. Without really deciding to you tuck a hand between your legs and start furiously working your sopping slit and the hard nub of your clit, your other hand grabbing one of your slick tits and working it far more roughly than Natesh did last night.\n\nYou arch your back as that flexing, tightening feeling intensifies across your whole body, actually feeling <i>good</i> this time, as if it had been transformed by your frantic frigging of your clit. You moan and pant like an animal in heat, still feeling but not really thinking about all the sensations, how your breast grows and swells against your hand, how your fingers start to stroke over soft and then sodden fur as they rub over your pussylips. The feeling of the bed sliding under you, the sheets bunching as your dug-in heels press further out than they did before with your body tensing, the building pressure at the base of your spine and then sudden, orgasmic release as something pushes along under your back.\n\nNot being quite conscious, you're not sure how long your strange fever dream masturbation goes on, but eventually you do fall fully asleep, your body finally dropping still as you pass out. This time when you awake, you notice you feel quite a bit better, but something's still... off. When you sit up it's like everything's not as it should be... wasn't the bed bigger, earlier? You raise a hand to the side of your head, and wince a little as that compresses where your ear juts out. ... Wait, what? You both hear and, more strangely, <i>feel</i> as something thumps the headboard behind you, and look over your shoulder. A large, orange and black striped tail flicks back and forth. You stare at it, then do your best to follow it to its source. When your neck won't turn quite like that, you realize that no, there's definitely not a tiger in bed with you.\n\nScrambling into the bathroom frantically, you stare into the mirror. It's your own face staring back at you, alright, albeit one covered in white fur and with black stripes down your cheeks. Your eyes have turned yellow-green and gained slit pupils, and your ears now jut out to the sides, shaped just like a cat's. Your past-the-shoulders hair has turned orange with black stripes, to match... well, to match your <i>pelt</i>, apparently! You're covered in a sleek layer of fur everywhere, white all down your front, including your breasts... which are now at least as big as your head, each... with tiger patterns along your back and atop your arms and the backs of your hands, and along the outsides of your legs. Your muscles are bigger and more defined without being bulky, and... if you had to guess, you're probably about seven feet tall now. You raise your hands and stare at them, the way your fingertips taper to points, and with a dreadful curiosity, you try flexing your finger muscles and watch claws pop out of the tips.\n\nYou've been changed into some sort of... tiger woman!\n\n<hr>\n[[Panic, freak out, general loss of composure.|WBritplaceholder]]\n\n[[Keep calm and call for help.|WBrit1x3]]

"No way, I've gotta track this guy down," you say, shaking your head. "If anyone knows what's going on, it's him. I'll drag answers out of him if I have to!"\n\n"Well. Alright." Jenna shrugs expansively. "At least give it a week or so. I'll do some research, see if I can't track down some leads for you. Besides, you've got some shopping to do."\n\n"... Right," you murmur, covering your bare breasts with your arms.\n\nSo the week passes, with you slowly becoming a bit more used to your extra... height. And all the rest. Eventually you do have to go outside to do some shopping (the largest t-shirt you owned and some overstretched sweats just won't cut it) and are a bit surprised by the result. Yes, people do a lot of double-takes, there's even some pointing, but there's a surprising lack of screaming and running. After awhile you figure it out... people are too afraid of embarrassing themselves by making a scene when no one else is. Meaning some of them might scream and run, but nobody wants to be <i>the first one</i> to scream and run, for fear of also being the only one to do it. Well, either that, or everyone just assumes you're some nerd in a really elaborate mascot costume doing some kind of promotion for a Worldland expansion. Most of the employees at the clothing shops around town certainly get over their shock fast once they recognize you (and your charge cards). Soon you have a new wardrobe tailored to your increased size and other anatomical challenges. ... The tail!\n\nJenna continues to try and disabuse you of your plan for the first few days, still encouraging you to change your mind and come with her on her expedition. When you don't budge, she apparently gives up and provides you with what she thinks will be helpful. Among them, a small translator she says should help you manage no matter where you go. But she also provides some intel.\n\n"From what I can tell, if Natesh really is a weretiger... and let's face it, odds are pretty good," she says dryly, looking you up and down. Your sister does often seem fascinated by your changes, but at least she hasn't groped you again. "He's probably from this particular region." She points at the map currently on her monitor, wiggling it a bit. "It's fairly remote, away from any big cities, which would make sense if you've got some sort of secret society of shapechangers to hide. Between rumors and legends I've tracked down and things you told me about him, if you're going to have any real chance of finding him, it's here."\n\n"Then that's where I'm going," you answer with a scowl, hands on your hips.\n\n"Er, just so I can be sure, you <i>are</i> going because you think this is a way to track down a cure, right?" Jenna asks, her words slow and tone careful. "It's not because you're ticked off that he fucked you and then ditched the country, right?"\n\nOne of your eyebrows twitches, and your reply comes out between your teeth as they grind together. "And why would that matter?"\n\n"You're just going into an unknown situation, is all!" Jenna protests, holding up her hands. "It could be dangerous, and even more dangerous if you're all ticked-off when you do!"\n\nYou take a few deep breaths, then shake your head. "No, this is definitely about turning back to normal. Don't worry, I'll be careful."\n\nEventually, you bid your sister goodbye and board a private plane to India, specifically to the airport closest to the region Jenna told you about. Of course, once you get there, you still have to get through customs (luckily Jenna faked up some medical records to give you a "skin condition" that supposedly explains why you look like a massive upright tiger), and then hire a car. The driver does a double-take, but once you pass forward some bills he slaps on his best customer service expression. "Where to, miss?"\n\n<hr>\n[[Head right for Natesh's neck of the woods.|BritPlaceholder]]\n\n[[Maybe some shopping and a night in a nice hotel first.|BritPlaceholder]]

"Jenna!" you yelp in outrage.\n\n"Whoa! Sorry!" She yanks her hands off your tits as if they burned, looking up at you with a sheepish expression. "Scientific curiosity ran away with me."\n\n"Yeah, 'scientific' curiosity," you reply flatly.\n\n"Still, such a transformation is amazing. Did you eat very much before...?"\n\n"No... I didn't even finish dinner. Though I'm pretty hungry now, come to think of it," you murmur, putting a hand to your stomach.\n\n"Hm. I wonder where the extra mass comes from?" Jenna reaches up to poke your shoulder, then nods. "Sorry, sis, but it looks like you've been infected with some strain of lycanthropy."\n\n"Lycanthro-...? Wait, 'lycan', I know that word. You mean like a werewolf?" You take a step back and look down at yourself, then over your shoulder at your tail. "But I don't look like a wolf! I'm a tiger!"\n\n"You definitely are. Lycanthropy traditionally refers to werewolves, true, though there's been some speculation among cryptid researchers that there might be other sorts of werecreatures as well. Clearly that includes tigers." She adjusts her glasses, light flashing off them briefly. "This will totally prove a few things Dad and I have been saying for awhile about-"\n\n"Jenna!"\n\n"I'm not talking about making you a project! Just... documenting things as we try to figure out what happened. Can you change back? Have you tried?"\n\n"... I didn't think of it," you admit, looking down at yourself again. "I wouldn't know where to begin."\n\n"Hm. I brought my gym clothes thinking you could maybe squeeze into some of them, but I think you just barely might be able to get the sweats on now." Jenna taps her chin. "Still, we're going to have to get you through the lobby." Then her expression brightens. "Oh! I just remembered, I was going to go to a theater showing of Star Wars tonight!"\n\n"Great," you mutter.\n\nAnd so the two of you make your way through the lobby, with you covered nearly completely in a massive black Sith cloak. A few people glance down and do a slight double-take at your fuzzy feet poking out from underneath it, but no one runs away screaming at least.\n\nJenna drives you out to her lab, and soon you're sitting on the corner of a medical bed, wearing one of the few items in your clothes stash here that would still fit... a black thong with a lot of stretch to it. Jenna is sitting at a computer nearby, muttering to herself as she examines the results of various scans and tests. After a bit she swivels back around to face you. "I don't think I'm going to be able to undo it right away."\n\n"Oh, come on, Jenna!"\n\n"Look, just because I'm a genius doesn't mean I can whip up a solution to every problem in half an hour!" She scowls and folds her arms under her chest. "Dad's done a lot of research into these topics, but he'll be unreachable in Ireland for months yet. I already left a message on his answering service in case he checks in, but you know he hardly ever does."\n\n"But... what's gonna happen to me?"\n\n"You'll be fine, I think. From everything I'm seeing, you're perfectly healthy. Like, healthier than you were before." She rubs her chin for a moment, then grins. "Actually, why don't you go ahead and come with me on the expedition, still?"\n\n"Are you crazy?" You scowl at her, leaning forward. You consider gesturing at yourelf, but it seems unnecessary with your tail lashing behind you again. "Like <i>this</i>?"\n\n"It'll just be the two of us out on the site, so no one will bother you over how you look. You seem to have greatly enhanced speed and strength, and you heal remarkably fast now. You really will be an outstanding bodyguard if any trouble comes up." She shrugs. "Besides, what else would you do? Sit around the house going stir crazy seeing if Dad calls? Even if he does, it will still take him and me working together to figure out a cure."\n\n"I could try and track down Natesh, demand some answers, at least," you growl, thumping a fist against your palm.\n\n"Considering that all he left you was a cell phone number that doesn't work anymore and that you'd have trouble getting around in India normally, let alone looking like that, doesn't seem too likely," Jenna answers dryly. "But if that's what you <i>really</i> want to do. Still, I think your time would be put to better use coming with me and exploring the Astralangia ruins."\n\n<hr>\n[[Go with Jenna.|WBrit4x1]]\n\n[[Search for Natesh.|WBrit1x5]]\n\n[[Just stay home.|WBritplaceholder]]

* <b>Main:</b> Decided I didn't like the dated update style, so decided to switch it up. Instead from now on, when something new is added to the update, it will be tagged with "Main", when I work on the same thing again later in the update, it won't have that tag. Should make scrolling through the incremental updates and the dev diaries smoother too.\n* <b>Main:</b> There's a new attraction in [[AnimalLand|AnimallandStart]] for Sam to check out.\n* <b>Main:</b> Eric can now decide to [[watch a movie|HollywoodStart]] in HollywoodLand.\n* <b>Main:</b> Eric can now ask Santa for a [[super family|XmasSantaStart]].\n* More with Eric and his new [[super family|RunFF1x1]].\n* <b>Minor</b>: Added a bit more description to the various members of the Eclectics [[when Eric first meets them|CC3x1]].\n* <b>Main:</b> Changed Mike's [[soda testing|MikeAppSoda1x1]] option for Cola Crocodile to Guarana Gator and worked on that.\n* More work on Eric's new superfamily.\n* <b>Main:</b> Cyan can now check out the [[Taimanin Asagi|GGPorn3x1]] clip in her VR porn.\n* <b>Main:</b> When playing the female standard character in the FF7 sim, Erica can choose [[the default name|FF7F1x1]].\n* <b>Main:</b> Eric can use the silver tongue stud to tell female Ranma [[he's going to fuck her|RanStud1x2]]

In a slight panic that you might miss this oh-so-deliciously anticipated opportunity, you open the spawn window and create the most powerful weapon with the Merciful enchantment on it that you can, a basic sword. While you can't teleport monsters or yourself around the dungeon normally when adventurers are invading, the one thing you can do is teleport yourself to the Boss Room, since the game apparently allows for you to actually help out with boss fights.\n\nYou appear a short distance behind the twin adventurers, probably with some sound since they quickly seem to become alert to you. You charge in swinging and... quickly realize that you didn't bother to figure out if the game actually endowed you with any sort of fighting ability before trying this.\n\nBecause from the first clumsy swings, it's clear that you're not doing much more than muddying the field, a mild distraction that isn't actually helping Gleam much, since it's still fighting on your orders not to kill either of the adventurers, and you can't find the space to give her any new ones. In fact in a matter of seconds, a lucky thrust from the girl strikes you right in the chest, and you crumple to the ground unable to move, feeling dizzy as the text 'Disabled' hovers in the air over you.\n\nAfter that, the fight doesn't last much longer. Gleam immediately bull rushes through the two to stand over you, fighting completely defensively. Once it becomes obvious that the Lesser Steel Golem isn't interested in anything but defending its apparent master, the brother continues to occupy its attention, mostly with cautious swings and feints, while his sister rushes over to pull the Prizeblade from the pedestal. As she rushes to the entrance and gives a call, her brother gives a few more swipes as he backs off, then turns and runs as well. Gleam doesn't move an inch from standing over you, though. You try to tell it to go after them and at least retrieve the Prizeblade before they leave with it, but apparently you can't even talk when Disabled, and the golem's default behavior when you are is to guard you above everything else.\n\nSeveral minutes later, all of the torches dim, practically burning like embers, plunging the room into darkness. Too, Gleam slumps forward, upper body limp and arms dangling, fists still closed around its sword and shield but otherwise immobile. In the distance you can hear something slam down. After a few moments, the 'Disabled' text disappears, and you're able to get to your feet.\n\nThe moment you're standing, a new tutorial window appears. 'Your Prize Item has been taken, and your dungeon has shut down. Until the Repowerment Quest is completed and a new Prize Item is assigned, all dungeon functions other than teleporting between the Lord Lair and Boss Room have been disabled, and your dungeon is closed to the outside world.' Oof, that sound you heard must have been a gate or something slamming closed over the entrance. 'You cannot earn or spend LP until the Repowerment Quest is completed.'\n\nThere's a button at the bottom of the screen that reads 'Repowerment Quest selection'. You guess at least you have options. Bleh, this has definitely kind of soured your mood, though. You're almost tempted to log out, and maybe restart this game from the beginning and make different choices next time.\n\n<hr>\n[[Do a Repowerment Quest.|GGDungeon12x2]]\n\n[[Log out.|GGDunMaleLogout1x1]]

Siiigh... you <i>really</i> don't want to lose that Transformation Slimer before you even get a chance to use it. Probably best to do a Repowerment Quest. May as well pick one now, you think as you select the option, rather than farting around feeling sorry for yourself. The menu switches to a list of options, apparently giving you your choice of what to do to get your dungeon working again.\n\n<hr>\n[['Serve another Dungeon Lord for a time.'|GGDungeon]]\n\n[['Sacrifice a female adventurer to a Dark God.'|GGDungeon]]\n\n[['Appease Klakitt, the Dark God of Clockwork.'|GGDungeon]]\n\n[['Appease Luud, the Dark Goddess of Perversity.'|GGDungeon]]\n\n[['Appease Jaynj, the Dark Deity of Alteration.'|GGDungeon]]

Well. You don't really want to stay in a cave in the middle of (you're going to assume) nowhere. If you've really been dragged into some sort of fantasy setting, it's only natural to join up with a party and go adventuring, right? So after a moment you nod. "Yeah, sure. I'll join up with you guys, if that's okay."\n\nThe armored woman and the man both blink several times, while the mage perks up slightly under her robes. "Ah, well... I suppose I don't see any problem with that," the blonde says slowly. "Tucson, you?"\n\n"Doesn't bother me," he answers with a shake of the head, grinning. "Though now I guess I'm outnumbered three to one instead of two to one."\n\n"Alright then. I'm Marina, this is Tucson, and the lady who invited you to join us is Miriel. Well... if we're not to be taking treasure with us, then... I suppose we should leave?" Marina shrugs a little. "Though I suppose you must have some things you'd like to get, miss...?"\n\n"Ah... Aurelia," you say after a moment. Since somehow being a half gold dragon named 'blue' doesn't seem to make much sense to you.\n\n"Aurelia, then. We'll wait here for you."\n\nYou start to say that you don't have anything, but something tickles the back of your brain, so you nod. "Okay. Back as soon as I can." You turn and trot off down the tunnel you came out of, doing your best to fold your wings tightly against your back to make sure they clear everything. You follow a strange sort of... smell? feeling? memory?... down the tunnels until you come to a large, dark metal door big enough for a ship to sail through it. You look at it for a moment, then reach out and lay one of your scaly, clawlike hands against it. Part of the door just big enough for you slides away near the bottom, and you slip through, hearing it close up behind you.\n\n"Holy shit," you whisper at the abrupt sight of firelight glittering off massive amounts of metal.\n\nIf the adventurers waiting for you had seen this, you can't help but think they probably would have killed you for it anyway, good alignment or not. It's... vast. There are piles and stretches of coins, art, and items stretching further than you can see, especially since they rise up much higher than you stand. The wealth here is... in the quintillions, your now slightly draconic brain supplies from what it can see and an estimate of the cavern's size and volume. For a band of three adventurers it's effectively infinite wealth... they could spend their entire lives hauling out as much as they could carry even in magic bags on a regular basis and never get all of it. \n\nAfter staring around, you spot a section where everything's at, well, a sort of human level. There are bookshelves, bits of furniture, a bed... it's obviously a human-sized living space. Well, that must be yours, you figure, walking over and taking a look around. There's a tome bound in red, scaly leather on the desk, and you pick it up and flip through it, instantly comprehending that it's a spellbook... your spellbook. Patting the belt of your chainmail loincloth, you find a pouch and try sliding the book in, where it goes in effortlessly despite being bigger than the pouch. Nice.\n\nYou take another look around, then notice a hole on a shelf... not in a shelf, on a shelf, since you can't see directly through it. Portable hole, nice. You open it up and start shoveling in coins from 'your' area... if the dragon comes back he can hardly blame you for taking what is apparently your share, right? You pause when you notice there's a mirror, taking a moment to walk over and take a look. Yup... tall, lean but with great breasts and hips, any skin that's not covered in scales is a golden tan color, your face with slightly Asian features and deep golden eyes that shimmer a bit like liquid, and the bottoms of your golden, scaly ears have a sort of 'fringe'. Your hair is metallic gold too. You spread your wings a bit and flick your tail back and forth. ... Yup, pretty hot. But, back to business!\n\nYou consider as you're loading up. It seems a shame to just take money... well, if you took enough money, you could essentially dominate the party financially. Pay for everything they want, not let them pay for a thing themselves, buy them whatever nice things they wanted... the party sugar momma, and thus in charge. Alternatively you could just root around for the very best magic items you can find in a fairly short time, though it looks like there are plenty, your mind identifying them easily whenever you look at them for a moment... they'd be an extremely effective party, able to take on just about anything, even if they're fairly low level. (You think you are, to judge by the fact that your spellbook is mostly empty.) Then again... you spot a tiara that could give your mental stats a massive boost. With that, and Charm Person, you could probably convince them to practically worship you.\n\nYour eyes fall on a small pile of collars in an out-of-the-way area... slave collars, your mind provides. Magical ones, with a number of different effects depending on the command word spoken. High-level ones that the adventurers almost certainly wouldn't be able to resist. You'd normally never think of such a thing, but part of you whispers 'Yes, do it, turn them into your property, add them to your hoard! They entered your lair, that means they're yours!'\n\n<hr>\n[[Take as much money as you can.|GoldDra2x1]]\n\n[[Load up on magical gear.|GoldDra1x3]]\n\n[[Put on the tiara.|GoldDra]]\n\n[[Take the slave collars.|GoldDra]]

Deciding you'd rather look under the lid of a ceramic jack-o-lantern than pat down a scarecrow, you head off towards the smirking orange face out in the darkness.\n\nSoon you discover that it was apparently a bit larger and a bit further away than it seemed. The hush of the night and the quiet crunch of dead leaves and dry vines under your shoesoles lulls you somehow, pulling you into the night, until before you realize it you've gone much deeper into the pumpkin patch than you'd really intended. You pause, turning to look back and shining your light the way you came... at least, you're pretty sure it's the way you came. All you can see is scrub bushes and more pumpkins, almost as if they'd closed in and surrounded you when you weren't looking. ... What a weird, paranoid thought.\n\nYou start to take a step, just to steady yourself and get your bearings again, and yelp as you stumble, almost sent sprawling. You manage to catch yourself and step backwards, looking down... a pumpkin vine had hooked over the top of your foot. Completely normal, easy enough to happen walking around in a pumpkin patch... but your racing heart is making your pulse audible in your own ears, and your mind keeps telling you it was totally clear when you stepped down, and something's not right. You whip the flashlight back and forth, looking for... you're not sure what you're looking for. It lands on the jack-o-lantern you saw earlier, and you realize now that it's either a lot bigger than you thought it was... or it's been moving further away while you've been walking toward it.\n\n<hr>\n[[Calm down. Be rational. You're overreacting.|WilmaHaunt2x2]]\n\n[[FREAK THE FUCK OUT!|WilmaHauntPlaceholder]]

"P-predator," you choke out, not knowing what that could possibly mean, only that the idea of being 'bait' sounds far more terrifying.\n\nThough the jack-o-lantern's mouth still doesn't move, maybe it's the flicker of the flames inside it that makes your fear peak, as you wonder what you've just agreed to. It reaches out and wraps one of its huge vine-hands around your neck, gripping you tightly. The pumpkin vines quickly unwind from your body, freeing you but leaving you dangling in the monster's grip. You grab at the vines that form its "wrist", trying to hold yourself up as it turns and begins to walk, your naked body left swaying helplessly in the air as it carries you.\n\nIt stops in front of a pumpkin that's easily the size of a small car and reaches out with its free hand to grab the stem and pull. A lid pops out of the top just as neatly as if it had been cut into the rind by an expert, revealing the dangling "guts" and seeds of the pumpkin inside. The jack-o-lantern creature then uses its hand to pull your clutching hands away from its wrist, forcing them to your sides, before shoving you into the pumpkin's innards up to your neck. You yelp loudly as the cold, slimy substance surrounds your vulnerable, naked body, seeds already coming free and sticking to your skin with the moisture. Before you can begin to struggle much, the pumpkin's rind closes up, pressing as firmly around your neck as a well-fitted collar and leaving your head sticking up like the pumpkin's bit of stem. You thrash around, flailing fruitlessly in a mostly instinctive drive to free yourself, but the pumpkin is so thick with fibrous sinew that you can barely move. Even getting one hand up against the slightly mooshy inner pulp is a struggle, and pushing on it does little to move you.\n\n"<b>You will not have need of these</b>," the jack-o-lantern thing booms as it uses two vine-fingertips to pluck your glasses off your face, reducing everything to a blurry smear of darkness, save for its bright orange head lit from within by hellish flames. "<b>Ever again</b>," it adds with a derisive laugh, tossing them away, then gripping something with both hands and lowering it into place over your head.\n\nYou scream as you feel the gooey "brains" of another pumpkin sliding over your hair and ears, and are plunged into pitch blackness as your whole head is covered by it. Your scream seems muffled even to yourself inside your personal pumpkin prison, but that doesn't stop you from renewing your thrashing, both flailing your limbs to try and break the larger pumpkin and tossing your head to try and throw off your unwanted helmet. But all your struggling seems to do is get you more thoroughly entwined in the gooey insides of both pumpkins, and get yourself even more thoroughly covered with goo and seeds. Eventually you sag, letting yourself rest. Oddly enough even though your feet aren't touching the bottom of the big pumpkin, you seem to be supported alright... it's not exactly comfortable, but not painful either. You even get tired of screaming, and soon your own muffled panting is the only sound inside the rind of your pumpkin helmet.\n\nYou're not sure how much time passes, since there's absolutely no light... if you couldn't feel the pumpkin guts on your face, you wouldn't even know they were there, let alone the world outside. You're fairly certain you actually pass out briefly once or twice, but you can't even be sure of that... there's simply no difference between having your eyes closed and being awake and having your eyes closed and being unconscious.\n\nEventually, though, you realize that the goop around your body actually <i>has</i> gotten thicker. You can barely even twitch if you try, it's holding you so still, but it also feels like it's... pressing into you, <i>through</i> you, cold, gooey strands pressing so tightly against your breasts and your crotch and your ass that you're having difficulty telling where you leave off and it begins. Just as you're beginning to comprehend the horrifying implications of that, you can feel the same thing happening to your head. The slimy fibrous strands press in all around your face and head, but more than that, you can feel some of them forcing their way into your ears! You try to scream, but the fibers are holding your jaw immobile, unable even to howl out a protest as the gooey tendrils work themselves deeper and deeper into your ears. Even though you know that should be impossible, you can just feel the gooey pumpkin innards actually winding around your own brain, entwining it, sliding over its surface, invading.\n\nA rush of thoughts not your own floods into your mind. Thoughts of bringing others into the patch, expanding the growth, converting human and animal alike into creatures of the vine. You can't help thinking of your friends, and the alien presence inside you shows you images of yourself using an obscenely sexual body that's not your own to rut with them until they join you in the pleasure of the pumpkin patch forever.\n\nWhatever this thing is, it's turning you into something to use against your friends! But what can you do? You're trapped, held tight, and as the thing continues to bombard you with images of seducing your friends one by one, luring them into orgasmic transformation into something both more and less than human, you can feel your will weaken at the idea of the pleasures it promises.\n\n<hr>\n[[Give in.|WilmaHauntPlaceholder]]\n\n[[Resist!|WilmaHauntPlaceholder]]

You force yourself to take a deep breath, then another, slower one. You're being silly... and all over being out in a pumpkin patch at night! How ridiculous. Gradually your racing heart slows, and you're able to breathe normally without forcing yourself to. Scared by a jack-o-lantern... good thing the twins aren't here to see this, you'd never live it down that you nearly freaked out worse than Skinny. Taking one more deep breath, you set off towards the jack-o-lantern again, now as much to prove to yourself there's nothing to be scared of as to check it for a key.\n\nAs you walk, you find yourself tripping and stumbling over roots with more regularity, winding up hopping and staggering along almost as often as you step normally. This part of the patch must be far more overgrown than the rest! No matter how carefully you try to watch your step, it seems like the vines just find ways to snake over your feet. You find yourself repeating over and over, like a mantra, that they're just vines, there's nothing out here that could hurt you, you need to stop being silly. And finally, you're standing in front of the jack-o-lantern.\n\nAs you illuminate it with the flashlight, you realize you were wrong... it's definitely a real pumpkin (albeit one the size of a washing machine), and looks fresh-carved, the thick insides of the cuts bright yellowish-white under the bulb of your flashlight, the inside almost taking on a strange glow that's both dark with shadows and pale with rind as the light falls in through its face. It's a very "classic" style, but something about the angle of its jagged mouth and the tilt of its triangular eyes gives it a sneering, cruel aspect rather than a jolly one. You'd have to appreciate the subtle artistry of it... if it weren't so damn creepy. But someone must have been out here and carved this only days... no, more like <i>hours</i>... before you saw it.\n\nSuddenly thinking better of your earlier bravery, you start to take a step back, intending to just turn around and leave... but your foot stops with a jerk. You look down in surprise to find that a vine has looped over it... no, two vines have looped <i>around</i> it, actually entrapping your ankle. You reflexively try to step back with your other foot, only to find it held equally fast. There's no way you just happened to get both feet tangled like that, you think... and are immediately and horrifyingly proven right as more vines begin winding their way up your legs underneath your jeans. With a scream you try to yank your legs free of the rough, scrabbling vines, only to start toppling over backwards.\n\nBefore you can fall too far, vines whip out of nowhere and grab your wrists. The flashlight falls from your fear-numbed fingers and thuds to the ground, the light skittering briefly, leaving you in darkness only able to feel the vines snaking their way across your skin beneath your clothes. When the flashlight comes to rest at an angle, you can see that you've actually been lifted off the ground, your feet dangling in the mist as grasping vines pull away your shoes and socks. You scream again... did you ever actually stop?... only for a thick vine to wind its way across the lower half of your head, shoved between your teeth like a gag, muffling your shrieks. But your friends must have heard you! They'll come and save you! Won't they?\n\nYou squirm and writhe helplessly in the grip of the pumpkin vines as they wind their way over your entire body. You can feel them coiling around your limbs, wrapping themselves around your middle, sliding under your bra to squeeze at the bases of your breasts, and slide to either side of your pussy beneath your panties, like some scratchy, organic imitation of Japanese rope-bondage. And that's before other vines claw and grab at your clothes, actually undoing your jeans and pulling them and your panties down your vine-wrapped legs, your bra yanked open and allowed to tumble into your shirt, which is pulled off over your head, leaving your glasses somewhat askew. The cold air hits your naked skin in as much of an assault as the demonic vines, your nipples immediately painfully stiff from it. You dangle naked, still shrieking muffledly and squirming, your motions doing little more than making your squeezed tits wobble.\n\nThen your eyes widen and you fall completely silent as the jack-o-lantern begins to move. It shakes briefly, as if it were going to roll, then simply starts to rise into the air. The indirect light of the dropped flashlight shows vines of varying thickness attached to the center of the underside, and once it's risen a good ten or twelve feet into the air, the vines begin to twist and snake together, wrapping around one another, until they've taken on a roughly humanoid shape... at the least, it has two things at the bottom that it's standing on, and two limbs from a bit below its head that split off and end in long, uneven vines like fingers. With a *whuff*, flame ignites inside the carved pumpkin head, spilling briefly out of its eyes and mouth for an extra demonic appearance.\n\nIt closes the distance to you with a single long step, bringing its horrifically-lit face in close to you. "<b>Little creature, drawn in by curiosity</b>." The thing's voice is deep and raspy, like a low howl of wind over a leaf-strewn dirt road. "<b>And now you must pay the price. Which will you be, little creature... predator, or bait</b>?"\n\nAs it asks, the vine gagging you loosens and slips down, resting on your chin instead. Apparently, it's expecting an answer, and you're far too terrified to think that it's not serious or capable of making you do whatever vile thing is meant by those options.\n\n<hr>\n[[Predator.|WilmaHaunt2x3]]\n\n[[Bait.|WilmaHauntPlaceholder]]\n\n[[Refuse to choose either.|WilmaHauntPlaceholder]]

...! Yes! Brilliant!\n\nYou half-scramble half-run up the sturdy, expensive slide playset near the fence and jump off the roof and over, rolling as you hit the ground, and coming up already hauling off your shirt. But this time you run at an angle, towards the back fence, your boobs jiggling unrestrainedly. You bunch up the shirt and then haul back and hurl it across the short divide between yards and into a different backyard before again sprinting across the side, clambering over the next fence and coming up yanking your denim shorts open, trying to move forward even as you get them down and off over your sneakers.\n\nYou toss the shorts underneath the woodpile in the yard you're in before once more vaulting the fence, coming up and yanking your panties down and tossing them through the open window of the house nearby, silently apologizing to anyone who's actually at home. You streak (in more ways than one) across the lawn, considering whether to toss your shoes as well, but decide you'll probably be needing those. And besides, your destination is just in the next yard over.\n\nYou drop from the top of the fence, wincing as the wood scrapes a bit on your bare thighs and butt, seeing the dappled light that you hope means safety ahead. You remember the guy who lives here complaining to your dad at a neighborhood cookout that his kids always whine about the amount of chlorine he puts in the pool, and since you can smell the water from here you doubt he's lowered it. Resisting the urge to cannonball in your urgency, since that would be rather noisy, you do your best to ease yourself quietly in, wincing as the chlorinated water stings the scratches you've picked up in your run.\n\nBack in the distance you can hear the howling and baying take on a somewhat confused tone, presumably as your scent suddenly splits up and goes in a number of different directions. You can also hear more howling in the distance, as well as the start of people screaming and other sounds of combat. Wincing, you nevertheless force yourself to focus, half-swimming half-wading over to the pool lounger, one of those sorts with the actual aluminum frames and woven plastic stretch seats mounted on big styrofoam floaters, and pull it over to a shadowy part of the pool, nudging it into place against the corner and keeping your head beneath it, trying to breathe quietly.\n\nA few minutes later what's obviously your pursuers leap easily over the fence, landing on all fours and then coming up already on the move, snuffling and snorting... one of them looks like a lean man with the head of a bloodhound, the other a wide, stocky sort with a bulldog's face. They both reel back a little bit, lips pulling away from their teeth in apparent disgust at the smell of the pool. They step closer to each other and seem to have a short discussion, while you do your best to hold your breath every time one of them's floppy ears flick. Then one of them turns and runs off, vaulting over the back fence and the other the side fence the way you had been going, apparently deciding to try and track you down that way.\n\nYou stay where you are for the moment, trying to ignore the sting in your eyes and nose. (Geez, is that guy trying to blind his kids?) And you also try to ignore the distant sounds of the world ending in the streets and blocks beyond.\n\n'Because I wouldn't watch someone I barely know's dog for two weeks? What the actual fuck, if there's someone up there in charge of this, how the fuck is that equitable?'\n\nHey don't blame me I'm just giving the people what they apparently want.\n\n... What a odd thing to suddenly think. You must be going a little nuts. Not that this whole situation isn't nuts anyway.\n\nEventually, with no further sight or sound of the dog aliens, you push the lounger away and clamber out of the pool, somewhat more awkwardly and uncertainly than you got in, for a number of reasons. In the aftermath of everything, the exhaustion of your sudden frantic burst of activity and the mental strain is catching up to you, and you feel like you just can't push anymore. Forcing yourself to move, you make your way over to the little shed and try tugging at the lock. Luckily it wasn't clicked properly and swings open, and you make your way into the stuffy, hot interior, leaving the door open just enough so that you won't smother or be in complete darkness. You find a mostly empty spot amidst the pool equipment and boxed-up Christmas decorations and settle into a miserable little ball on the floor, naked and dripping and reeking of chlorine.\n\nYou wake up so suddenly that it makes you realize you don't remember falling asleep, and for a moment you panic at the realization that it's dark, wondering if you actually got locked in. Then you process that there's <i>some</i> light... apparently you just slept into the night. You get up and cautiously make your way back to the door, pushing it open enough to take a careful peek out.\n\nIt's pretty quiet... maybe some faint booming and other noises in the distance, but actually much quieter than usual. And much darker too. Almost none of the houses have lights on... and the ones that are, are mostly outdoor ones, like the one lighting up the nearby pool and making it glow, so probably on light sensors or timers. Either way, it sounds like the... invasion... or at least the immediate part of it... has moved on from your neighborhood.\n\nYou grimace a bit as a fairly cool wind blows across your bare skin, reminding you that you're not just out here possibly being hunted, you're doing it naked. Little chance of actually being able to retrieve your clothes... maybe you could go home and get some? Would that be safe?\n\nSeems... unlikely, but tempting all the same. You glance at the nearby house as well... one of the people who lives here is a girl only a bit younger than you named Gina, she'd probably have something that would fit you. You... wonder if she's in there? ... If not, her clothes presumably still are, so. You'd definitely feel better about planning out your next move if you didn't have to do it naked.\n\nOn the other hand, maybe it would be better to keep moving, and just hope you find some clothes along the way. Who knows if those... Canitos... who came after you before might still be searching the area? It just seems like a good idea to get out of the area... maybe even Deviville... as soon as possible.\n\n<hr>\n[[Go home.|GGDog]]\n\n[[Check the nearby house.|GGDog]]\n\n[[Just hurry on.|GGDog]]

Even as your forebrain is still trying to process the absolute ridiculousness of the whole situation, your hindbrain has processed a few things and sends an override, kicking your body into motion and sending you turning and springing for the back door. Even as you slam the door open and pile through you can hear a rising whining sound from the living room behind you, which turns into a pair of canine howls even as you scramble up onto your father's grill and throw yourself over the backyard fence.\n\nYou hit and roll, already coming up and, after only a heartbeat's hesitation, turning and hurling your phone into the neighbors' rain barrel. Then you sprint across the yard, trying not to stumble as you hear the howls from behind you turn into a slightly different baying, but one recognizable from every "unleash the hounds" sequence in cinema history. You instead grab the rail of the next fence and haul yourself up and over, dropping down even as back behind you you can hear the back door of your own house banging open again.\n\nYou don't slow down, still starting to run across your next-over-neighbor's particularly large yard, already mentally plotting out how to use their spoiled-ass kid's playground equipment to get over their higher-than-usual fence. But you also try to think, you need a <i>plan</i> to actually get away from these guys, whoever or whatever they are!\n\n<hr>\n[[Just keep running!|GGDog]]\n\n[[Duck in the house!|GGDog]]\n\n[[Try to hide!|GGDog]]\n\n[[Make for the street!|GGDog]]\n\n[[Get naked!|GGDog20x2]]

People keep deep dark secrets in their basement, right? ... Well, hopefully not too deep and too dark, you're not sure you'd quite be able to take it if you went down there and found a bunch of graves or something. But some homemade porn you could send to the town gossip (who you're sure you'll soon discover) or maybe a sex dungeon you could tell said gossip about would be pretty awesome. ... You guess you could tell her there's one anyway, but all the better if it's really there.\n\nLet's see, there was another door on the inside wall of the kitchen, and there was a wall beside it, so... yes! When you open the door, there's a set of stairs leading down, with a light switch directly next to it. Smirking, you reach out and flick the switch...\n\n... and frown as nothing happens.\n\n'Burnt-out bulb?' you think, flicking the switch a few more times.\n\n<hr>\n[[Go down anyway.|MeanFarm]]\n\n[[Check the switch again.|MeanFarm6x2]]

Well you're not going down there in the complete dark, maybe there's something wrong with the switch, or... oh, hey, yeah. There's a little extra switch that's almost flush with the top of the metal box it's on. ... A power switch for the power switch? Who does that?\n\nAnyway, once you move that and flip the main switch up, lights come on down below and you head downstairs, making a bit of a face at how rough the wood of the steps is on your bare feet. When you get to the bottom though, you wind up staring.\n\nIt's obviously one of those 'semi-furnished' basements in that the cement of the floor's been smoothed out and sealed, and the walls have been made a bit more comfortable, though the wooden beams overhead are still revealed. What's really surprising is how <i>big</i> it is. It looks like it might be bigger than the entire first floor of the house! And it's not only furnished with furniture, but what are obviously some elements of that 'sex dungeon' you were kind of hoping for, including an X-frame, little loops and hooks done into the rafters, racks of chains and cuffs and other kinky stuff, and some pieces of equipment that you're just not certain of. But there's also a lot of what looks like... lab equipment? Like serious 'movie mad scientist' stuff, lots of bubbling beakers and loops of glass running around.\n\n'Is she making meth?' you think with a frown, wandering over to one of the tables and eyeing what does look sort-of-kind-of like something you saw on Breaking Bad. 'Dang, if she is, maybe I should be nicer to her, try to get in on the cash. ... Wait is there maybe cash around here?'\n\n<hr>\n[[Poke things.|MeanFarm]]\n\n[[Search for hidden stuff.|MeanFarm]]\n\n[[Just look around.|MeanFarm6x3]]

"This place is so freaky," you murmur as you start wandering around the basement, eyeing the various bubbling little projects, what looks like some sort of miniature indoor garden, and a bunch of terriariums and aquariums that you don't give more than a cursory glance. "What is she even doing down here? It has to be drugs, right? Not like she's a real scientist, she's just some country hick."\n\n"Amazing how you can be both fairly right and incredibly wrong at the same time."\n\nYou whirl around at the sound of Jasmine's voice, already starting to blurt out some half-formed excuse, but it dies in your throat as your jaw goes slack. Jasmine's standing there, alright, obviously still sweaty from whatever bedroom athletics she was up to with Mara, her huge breasts bare and yet impossibly firm as they jut out in front of her. The only thing she's wearing is a black thong... the front of which is stretched, seemingly impossibly, over an incredibly thick shaft that's draped forward over a pair of testicles almost the size of softballs.\n\n"Point of fact, I'm actually a witch," Jasmine says as she saunters forward, her unrestrained tits bouncing energetically as she walks over to you, looking you up and down in your little babydoll. "Hm. Sexy," she murmurs, her cock almost visibly giving a twitch under her panties.\n\n"W-... w-... w-..." you stammer, taking a step back.\n\n"Not sure if you're trying to say 'what' or 'witch', but either way. I was actually going to try and play it pretty straight with you, girly, but I figured given enough time and opportunity you'd probably give me cause to mess with you." Before you can really react, she reaches out and presses two fingertips to your forehead.\n\nYou try to slap her hand away, but find that your arm won't move. In fact you just keep standing there in the same pose no matter what you try to do, not so much as twitching as you grow increasingly panicked. "I can't move! What did you do to me?!"\n\n"I put a spell on you <i>so you can't move</i>. Duh," Jasmine snorts. "Now listen up, girly. You've invaded my lab, which is far, <i>far</i> beyond the common law standards for me to be able to do whatever the fuck I want with you in return. But since your parents actually paid me to take you in, I'll be slightly generous. I need a new willing test subject... someone that will actually tell me about their experience in being subject to my potions and spells. So here's the deal... you agree to be my new guinea pig, and obediently take whatever I tell you to and write up reports. In return, you won't have to do anything else around here, and I'll make sure you're put back to normal each day."\n\n"And if I <i>don't</i>?" you growl back.\n\n"Then I'll just use you as a guinea pig until you're used up, <i>without</i> giving you any privileges and <i>without</i> turning you back to normal each day," she answers with a smirk. "Not nearly as informative, but a lot more fun. For me. So feel free to refuse, if that's what you're gonna do."\n\n<hr>\n[[Agree to be a guinea pig.|MeanFarm]]\n\n[[Refuse.|MeanFarm]]

"So if I wanted to keep you around after the candles went out... you know, but with you still listening to me and obeying me instead of trying to eat my soul," you say slowly. "Is there a way to do that?"\n\n"Honestly it's pretty easy... there's a spell in that book that lets you bind familiars. Normally people use it on animals, but demons are possible. Just that with a normal demon it's a battle of wills, and the caster is usually gonna lose, so..." Cybil shrugs.\n\n"Buuuut you're kind of weak and stuff, right?" you prompt, grinning now.\n\n"Rub it in, why don't you, Mom?"\n\n... Hm. You're gonna hafta think about whether to let her keep calling you that. In any event, you ask for the page number and flip over to it. "So I say this spell, and you become my familiar?"\n\n"Yes. Our fates become linked... we provide each other with power, you anchoring my existence, me channeling magic to you. So it'd become a pretty bad idea for me to screw you over... but likewise, it's also a bad idea for you to not do what you can to look after me, got it?"\n\nHm. Well, sounds far enough, you don't have any intention of screwing her over, and if it prevents her from screwing you over all the better. You flip to the page she indicated and look over the legible part of the spell, confirming as well as you can that it is in fact about bonding a familiar. Then you clear your throat and do your best to read the nonsense. "E huf lmyes drec cmiddo koyni pedlr yc seha! Cra'c dudymmo kuehk du sunymmo lunnibd sa yht cruja y telg eh ajano ruma E ryja!"\n\nThere's a rustle of wind through the room despite the fact that you're well underground, and a little shiver runs through your body... replaced by a feeling of heat that grows from low in your belly and spreads out. "... Ah?" you whisper softly, legs wobbling just a little.\n\n"Ah, yeaaaah, you're probably starting to feel my hunger, aren't you?" Cybil says drolly as she steps across the circle to stand in front of you. "Both of our 'tanks' are low, Mom, so we better do something to fill them before what you're feeling starts getting even worse."\n\n"H-hey, you never mentioned anything about this!" you blurt.\n\n"Ehhhh? Did you think you'd take a succubus as a familiar and there'd be no side effects?" the blonde demon asks, tilting her head.\n\n"... Fair point," you mutter. "At least tell me you don't have to eat souls."\n\n"Well I don't <i>have</i> to take souls and I don't <i>have</i> to eat them but it <i>would</i> be very nourishing and empowering," Cybil practically purrs, putting gloved fingertips to her lower lip as her tongue flicks over her upper one. "But just fucking somebody, or a few somebodies, would also do! Lucky thing you brought friends, huh?"\n\n"Whoa whoa whoa, slow down! Uh... that's... getting into some weird territory," you mutter. "Moving a little fast here. Isn't there any other way?"\n\n"I gueeeessssss... on the next page there's a spell that will let you provide me nourishment by making your body draw in ambient magical power. Of course, since you're already pretty low, it would still drain you more... so I'd have to give some back, and then we'd need to repeat it a few times, probably!"\n\n"... You're saying we'd have to fuck <i>each other</i>," you guess in a mutter.\n\n"Uh-huh~!" Cybil smirks. "Gotta make your choice, Mom... if you try to just power through, eventually you'll get so horny you'll jump the first thing you see. Not that I'd mind the show, but..."\n\n<hr>\n[[Fuck your friends.|GGHH]]\n\n[[Fuck Cybil.|GGHH]]\n\n[[Try to push through it.|GGHH]]

Oh, jewelry would be a <i>lovely</i> thing to collect, yes!\n\nOf course you're not thinking of the sort of jewelry you go to stores at the mall and buy. You don't collect diamond tennis bracelets from Zules! ... Well okay <i>you</i> don't collect diamond tennis bracelets from Zules, you're sure some girls do. (Probably every time they perform a certain action for their husbands. Not that you'd ever need to be bribed to do that for Honey, he just needs to ask! ... Sigh, he could stand to ask more. ... Anyway!)\n\nNo, when you say you're going to collect jewelry, what you mean is going to interesting places and looking for things like secondhand or antique or otherwise interesting jewelry. Also for low prices. You intend to start collecting things you like, rather than worrying about whether it might be valuable. (But if, someday, you have something appraised and it turns out to be worth big bucks, well, so much the better!)\n\nYou suppose there's all sorts of online groups for people who do such things, but you don't want to just jump into those cold turkey. You've seen how some social groups can be with, well, fresh meat... piranhas is certainly an apt comparison, especially paired with that one. Much better if you go to your main friend group's group chat for advice first, and see if anyone there has any suggestions.\n\n'Oh, there's a neat little [[jumble shop|Ther7x3]] in the refurbished downtown area!' one of them sends back. 'I bet they have all sorts of neat little things you could look through!'\n\n'whats a jumble shop?' one of your other friends asks, which saves you the need to ask.\n\n'You know, one of those places that's full of all sorts of things because people sell them, or they buy stuff in bulk from estate sales, or things like that.'\n\n'lol its a junk shop just say junk shop don't be so pretentious'\n\n'Ladies.' one of your other friends chimes in before the argument can really get going, then adds, 'Theresa if you're interested in that sort of thing, you might try [[yard sales|Ther]]. Those sorts of things can come with stories that way, or you might find some other things you'd like.'\n\n'You should try [[pawn shops|Ther]] too' yet another friend chimes in, making you blink. 'Sometimes they get some really interesting things in. It's also definitely where you're likely to get a deal on something actually nice and valuable, if you cared about that.'\n\nYou click your phone off since everyone's setting in to mildly bickering now, as they sometimes tend to do. They'll fuss a bit and post a few catty emojis and be fine in two hours. Either way you guess you should decide where to start your search.

You only just got to the party, you're not entirely sure you're ready to abandon it. Instead you suggest, "Why don't we stay down here for just a little while? I only just arrived and have barely gotten to see anybody. Besides, I'm sure everyone would like to see their host."\n\n"Oh, you're absolutely right, where are my manners?" Natalia gives Zane another quick kiss, before lifting him back to your shoulder. "Such a sweet baby!"\n\n"His name's Zane," you add, laughing a little at your familiar's overly pleased eartwitches and tailflicks.\n\n"Such a sweet Zane!" Natalia replies with a laugh, linking arms with you as the two of you set off to mingle. She introduces you to various people, chats up others, and generally plays the perfect non-pressure party host as you make your way through the various decorated rooms and areas of the party. You yourself have almost completely forgotten anything other than a normal night is happening until you hear your friend chirp, "Oh <i>my</i>, that's a nice one, even if it is sort of risque! Is he on stilts...?"\n\nYou blink and look over. Okay, you have to admit, that is indeed a great (if slightly lewd) demon costume. He's easily head and shoulders above the entire rest of the crowd, with short, wild black hair, red-painted skin, massive black horns, fire-colored contact lenses, a muscular bare chest, big black wings, and furry goatlike legs that must be some sort of elaborate prosthesis. The lewd part comes in that one of the only things he's wearing, other than some leather straps around his arms, is a loincloth that's draped over an obvious (and large) bulge. He's skimming the crowd with his eyes as if looking for someone in particular, red lips pursed.\n\n"Uh-ohhhhhhhh," you can hear Zane murmur quietly, the cat hunching on your shoulder.\n\n"... What?" you try to murmur to him without Natalia overhearing.\n\n"Thaaaat's not a costume. Um, I myay have nyeglected to mention, sometimes demons do turn up looking for new, unclaimed witches. Nyormally it wouldn't be a big deal, a house's threshold barrier keeps them out, but this place is open and inviting tonight, he must have walked right in. He could cause trouble if he finds you."\n\n"Crap," you grumble, turning a little to try and slip away.\n\n"I'm not sure that's a good idea, nya!" Zane cautions immediately. "I don't think you should leave a princess alone with a demon!"\n\nYou blink, looking at him... then at Natalia, who still seems to be deciding how to approach her apparent guest and whether to ask him to cover up a bit more. You point at her, and receive a nod in return from the cat. Staring a bit more at her, you look at him and let your face twist a bit, gesturing up and down to her body to indicate that it's just a costume. He shakes his head solemnly. You give him an incredulous look. He nods. Your face twists further as you bring your hand up and give it a short downward jerk near your face, somehow conveying 'Seriously?!', to which he nods enthusiastically.\n\n"Er, Holly, is something wrong?"\n\nCaught in mid gesture-conversation with your cat, you jerk a little, then give Natalia a nervous grin. "Um, no, it's just..."\n\n<hr>\n[["I need to go."|HollyWitch]]\n\n[["We need to go. Now."|HollyWitch3x2]]\n\n[["Things are going to get weird."|HollyWitch]]

You leap up and into the air, doing a flip right over the head of the shocked Tifa, landing behind her and facing her. Before she can turn to face you, you drop down to all fours, assuming a more thoroughly wolflike shape, and leap forward again, slamming into her back and driving her down onto all fours.\n\nTifa barely has time to look over her shoulder at you before you're driving your pointed cock forward, tearing through the back of her panties and spearing deep into her ass without warning. You enjoy the look of utter shock on her face, eyes going wide and mouth opening, before she starts crying out as you begin pounding into her, the aphrodisiac coating of your cock spurting out a bit to spatter over her big round buttocks. "Yeah, how do you like it, huh? You like being my bitch with my cock in your ass, doncha?" you growl next to her head, starting to thrust even faster as you notice that the swaying you're making those big fat tits of hers do underneath her is starting to shake them out of her top.\n\n"N-no!" she cries, but the whorish moan underlaying the word gives the lie to it, as does your big furry balls getting steadily more soaked from slapping against her still cotton covered but sodden cunt.\n\n"Oh yeah? Well, let's see how you like this, then!" you sneer, lips lifting away from your fangs. Your knot had been steadily swelling up as you fucked her, and normally of course you'd let it continue to do so and pound her until her hole yielded to the big red ball. Instead you suddenly shove even harder than before, forcing it inside her and making her yowl loudly... and then again as you yank it back out, only to force it in again on your next thrust. Not having relented on the speed you were thrusting, you continue to shove your knot in and yank it out each time, even as it steadily continues to swell larger and larger. The rough treatment is quickly battering her pucker into a soft, yielding hole more in line with her currently untouched sex, and just forcing it wider and wider with every pop of your knot. "How's this then, huh, bitch? How's me destroying your asshole and turning it into an ass-pussy feel?!"\n\nTifa's eyes had rolled in her head when you'd started knot-fucking her, her teeth clenched and her body rocking hard, head shaking back and forth with the force of her thrusts, and her now bared tits shaking beneath her. But at your snarled words and the next slam of your swelling knot into her ass, her mouth opens and her tongue juts, before her lips curl up in a brainless smile of pleasure. "SO GOOD! Destroy my ass! Destroy my fucking ass! I want my hole completely ruined by dog cock! I love dog cock and I want it to destroy me!" she shrieks to the crowd of onlookers, her neighbors and friends, arching her back to show her tits off to them even more as she begins rocking herself back against your thrusts, fucking against you in an ever more eager bid to ruin her formerly tight hole faster.\n\nYour smirk quickly devolves into pants and grunts as you focus on doing just that, pounding her with superhuman speed and strength, your furry hips and belly punishing her round butt until it's glowing pink, knot working in and out of her ever-more-ruined asshole easier than ever despite getting bigger. Tifa's eyes stay rolled in her head, tongue lolled out and drool running down her chin as her body shakes, her noises idiot giggles and slutty moans as you fuck her. Until finally you shove forward and throw your head back in a long howl. Your knot swells up to twice the softball size it had already attained, and if Tifa didn't reset between rounds it would surely be thoroughly destroyed for good now, capable of taking even a horse's entire length and girth with a complete lack of effort. Tifa gives a 'hwaaaaaaah!' of wordless, brainless pleasure, her body trembling as you spill gallons of cum into her belly, her flat stomach rapidly swelling up and rounding out. \n\nThen a strange look comes over her face, her eyes briefly unrolling and clearing, as if for just a second she had complete clarity, an expression of horror on her face. She presses her lips together and her cheeks swell... then her eyes roll up again as her mouth opens, cum starting to gush out of it and run down her chin, splattering on the ground in front of her, her whole body trembling as she's literally filled to overflowing. Despite the overflow, you're still able to pump enough werewolf jizz into her that her wobbling, bloated cumbelly reaches the ground and settles out, actually lifting her off her hands and knees slightly. Pulling out and leaping back to resume your upright form, you smirk at the sight of her dark red, completely unwrinkled gaping pucker with cum pooled in it, slowly oozing over the edge and down to soak into what remains of her panties.\n\n<hr>\n[[New round!|GG-FF-BB-Tifa-NewRound]]\n\n[[Finish her!|GG-FF-BB-Tifa-Finish1]]

"Natalia, we need to get out of here, right now," you urge quietly, reaching out to take her hand and start pulling her towards the door.\n\n"What? Why?" Obviously more confused than anything else, Natalia tugs at her hand a bit, frowning. "Hol, what's gotten into you?"\n\n"Just please trust me, I'll explain as soon as I can but right now you and I need to leave," you urge back, feeling a little trickle of icewater run down your back as the demon's gaze just almost alights on both of you without quite lingering.\n\n'Trust me' is apparently the magic phrase, and though Natalia still looks deeply confused and now a little frightened, she follows along with you willingly enough as you start heading for the door, weaving through the crowd. As you hear a few people cry out in consternation behind you, like they'd been shoved out of the way, you give a low 'Oh no' in time with Zane's "Oh nyo", picking up the pace considerably.\n\n"Miss Herzog?" the security at the door grunts as you go barreling by him with his employer.\n\n"It's fine!" she blurts back, sounding like she very much hopes it is but isn't really sure.\n\n"Bad guy, incoming!" you call back to him as you race towards your car, Natalia jogging to the passenger side as you fumble briefly with the keys, the remote unlock having failed you. Behind you, you can hear the security guard confronting somebody with the classic, 'Sir, I'm going to need you to step-' only for there to be a loud thumping sound, and a "HUWAAAAAAAHG!" as the suited man goes sailing overhead.\n\n"Faster, faster!" Zane cries as you jerk the keys around.\n\n"Not helping, not helping!" you snap back.\n\n"The cat talked?!" Natalia yelps, clapping her hands to the sides of her head. "Zane can talk?!"\n\n"Not the time, <b>not</b> the time!" you blurt as you finally yank the door open and slam the door unlock, Natalia tumbling in as you leap behind the wheel. Luckily your car only needs the key inside to turn on, and you immediately yank on the stick and hit the gas, peeling backwards out of the driveway, the back of your champagne SUV colliding lightly with someone's shiny black Lexus. Yanking the stick again and hauling on the wheel, you slam the gas and overcorrect slightly, weaving briefly as you start speeding off down the road. "Oh this is sooooo dangerous," you moan despairingly as a patch of costumed children blur by on the sidewalk.\n\n"Better than the alternative, looooook!" Zane yowls from where he's turned backwards on your shoulder, pointing a paw behind you. \n\nYou jerk your head just enough to look in the rearview mirror, and spot a gout of flame that just keeps on gouting as you watch. The boiling, blazing rubber of the motorcycle's wheels leave a bubbling streak of fire on the asphalt as the demon roars after you on a motorcycle, the metal rusty and twisted, the whole thing dotted with spikes as it spreads its wings, angling them into the air currents and starting to gain on you.\n\n"Who do you think you are, Nick Cage?!" you snap over your shoulder, before giving an "Oh geez" and taking a turn hard, the car briefly fishtailing and sending a pile of jack-o-lantern garbage bags sailing through the house's large front window.\n\n"Dear God, Holly, what's going on?!" Natalia wails, staring briefly over her shoulder before turning her pale face towards you.\n\n"So, um, okay, brief rundown," you reply after a moment's hesitation and focus on your driving, trying not to be distracted by the demon-possessed motorcycle in the mirrors that's gradually gaining on you. "I'm a witch, you're a princess, and both of those are bad because that's an authentic demon that would probably like to have us both."\n\n"... You're a what, I'm a what, that's a what?" she echoes dully.\n\n"Princess," Zane repeats, annoyingly cheerfully for the situation. "Trust a witch's familiar to know one when they see one!"\n\nNatalia's mouth opens and closes a few times, before her hand comes up to cover it as she whispers, "Oh my God my grandmother wasn't senile."\n\n"Huh?!" you risk a glance over at her briefly. \n\n"I... my grandmother, when she was getting older she started saying how much I looked like her own grandmother except for my hair, told me stories about when great-great gramma Tasha fled from Russia into Germany, grew up and found an aristocrat to marry, then immigrated to America as an old woman, she... she said her grandmother was really-"\n\n"Oh my God I'm fleeing a demon because I'm a witch trying to save the great-great-grandaughter of Anastasia Romanov," you groan, almost giving into the urge to thump your forehead against the steering wheel.\n\n"KIDS!" Zane blurts.\n\n"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!" you and Natalia shriek, your hand immediately slamming into the center of the wheel to blare the horn. Trick-or-treaters scatter just ahead of you as your car smashes through a fence, sending white pickets sailing through the air, several of them pelting the almost-within-grabbing-distance demon's head. Maybe one of them hits him in the eye, because he swerves and jerks, falling behind as he almost lays down the infernally twisted hog.\n\n"That won't stall him for long!" Zane cries, most of his body bouncing on your already jiggling boobs as your car bumps and jerks over the garden stones and gravel of some unfortunate family's back yard, the SUV shaking as it pounds through the back fence and swerves onto a smaller road, a sedan blaring its horn and swerving violently as you cut across its path. "We have to get away from him!"\n\n"How?!" Natalia wails, clutching at the seat for purchase.\n\nYou take a desperate glance around. It looks like you're just on the edge of town, with the forest on one side. You know that somewhere up ahead is a small cemetery with a church, and a few miles away is Lake Maft, the most popular lake in the area.\n\n<hr>\n[["We'll lose him in the woods!"|HollyWitch]]\n\n[["We'll go to the church!"|HollyWitch]]\n\n[["We'll hide on the lake!"|HollyWitch]]

You don't really think about why you say it... just one of those sort of mingled lazy-excited things that flits through your brain and winds up coming out of your mouth because at the moment you're both incredibly content from your last orgasm and eager to get on to your next.\n\nBut maybe something in the way you say it makes Andi pause, her hand raised towards one of the boxes. Her head turns towards you, pretty blue eyes suddenly a little shocked and very intense. "Like... do you mean it?"\n\nIf your brain was firing on all cylinders you might take at least two seconds to consider the implications of her reaction, but since it's running on two at best right now you just nod serenely, reaching down to lightly stroke your eager, stiff prick just to take some of the pressure off of it. "Yeah, sure. We can do absolutely whatever you want."\n\nAndi immediately perks up, in more ways than one... you hadn't really thought her nipples could get much stiffer and bigger but they do. As if instantly remembering what she was looking for, she snags down a plastic container from the top shelf along with what looks like one single (large) condom and drops them on the bed, before hurrying around to several other boxes collecting things. You blink, but just sort of watch her in the same lazy-eager haze, more processing how good she looks jiggling around cheerfully naked.\n\nThen you blink again as she wraps something around one of your ankles... a bright pink leather manacle with four heart-shaped silver rings, padded on the inside and lined with something that feels like fur, though she snugs it nice and tight around you before moving to do the same to the other ankle.\n\nOh.\n\nActually blushing anew, you still do nothing to stop her as she takes first one wrist to fasten another manacle on, before pulling your other hand gently away from your dick to repeat the process. You're not too shocked that the little coils of rope she pulls out to use are pink too, running pieces of it through two of the rings on one manacle before pulling it over to the bedframe to tie it. Her motions as she ties you up are practiced, but maybe not quite as practiced as all the lewd things she did to you before, and a little more eager... like maybe she's been wanting to do this for a while but hasn't had anyone offer. You guess all the more reason to let her, you think a bit wryly as she finishes tugging you into a lightly spread-eagled position in the center of the bed... you're not stretched taut, but you are effectively immobilized.\n\nLooking happier than ever, Andi clambers up onto the bed to straddle your hips, pulling her scrunchie out and tossing it with a shake of her head to free her hair in its big, thick fall again, before starting to lay out large-sized condoms in little stacks. And not a few of them. You stare up at her as she actually hums a bit while she's doing it... like the world's best, most expensive sex doll brought to life. And she's the one in charge.\n\nAs if prompted by your thought, she chirps, "You, like, said that it was like you stopped thinking and just became a breeding machine, right?"\n\n"Um. I guess I did kinda say that, yeah," you admit sheepishly.\n\n"Good," she says in a satisfied tone, blue eyes flashing. "'Cause tonight you're my breeding machine. This really is the nicest dick I've ever gotten my hands on and I'mma have all the fun I can with it, yanno?"\n\nYou swallow rather hard at that, then glance down as she lays out the one-package condom last. "What's that one?"\n\n"Oh, like, it's called a 'Nev-R-Break'. Supposed to be rated up to like five gallons," Andi chirps happily. "I figure if you really can cum basically infinitely we'll do that as an encore and really put it to the test'n'junk!"\n\nOh you are in so much trouble and it's going to be so much fun.\n\nAndi giggles as she plucks up one of the magnum condoms and opens it up, slipping out the large slick-looking circle... purple, not pink, so probably random color assortments. She does a little twirl of it through her fingers before letting it rest on the tip of your cock before she starts rolling it down, encasing your massive length in the snug fit of it... pretty snug, you must be big even for the magnums, which can't help but give you an ego boost. There must be something else in your look too because Andi giggles. "Like, disappointed I didn't put it on with my mouth? Don't worry, babe, we'll have plenty of time for that'n'stuff!"\n\nSoon your cock is thoroughly wrapped, somehow looking even bigger and more throbbing now that it's sheathed in that gleaming layer of see-through purple. But you're rather distracted from the sight of your own color-encased magnificence by the sight of Andi raising herself up, reaching down to elegantly nudge you into position, the little bulge of the condom's reservoir tip nudging along the cleft of her pussy before slipping between her soft, perfect outer lips, before she slides herself down on you. The feeling of it is both amazing and frustrating... frustrating because of that layer of blocking, that slight numbness, that barrier between you and the feel of her pussy around you, and that part of you is still desperate to breed her and knock her up and you're being kept from that. But she's still soooo tight and hot and gripping all the same, and you're inside her, and she's moaning in not just pleasure but obvious happiness inside you, and your mind really is going a bit blank again.\n\nAndi rides you and once again looks perfect doing it, like she was designed to do it, like millions of years of evolution went into creating the perfect girl to ride dicks, with her hair flouncing and tits bouncing and her ass slapping against your hips. And even as she's looking down at you with sweetness and affection on her face, she's also using you, using your cock however she wants, using you for her own pleasure, using you as her toy, and even though you want so badly to reach out and grab those bouncing tits or grip her hips and slam her down on you or get your feet under you and slam up into her, you can't because you're her toy and right now you wouldn't have it any other way.\n\nShe bounces her hips easily, working herself atop your dick, angling side-to-side or front-to-back, grinding you against her inner walls for both of your sakes but obviously mostly for hers. All you can do is lay there and gaze up at this beautiful bimbo sex goddess riding you, completely in her power, grateful for every rock of her hips and every touch of her hands, every squeeze of her fingertips along your breasts, every tease of those perfectly manicured pink nails teasing your nipples. And when she cums it's as much the sight of her throwing back her head and arching her back and crying out all like some pagan sex goddess created just to orgasm that brings you over the edge as it is her pussy squeezing and working around you.\n\nAfter a few moments she rises up, letting both your cock and the heavy load in the end of the condom slip out of her, the weight of it like a small water balloon dropping it down to rest on your belly, hot and heavy and feeling liquid even in containment, probably helped along by the fact that the whole purple length is dripping with Andi's juices. She tugs it off of you and ties it up with quick, practiced motions, before immediately picking up another and opening it to reveal a blue disc this time. For this one she does indeed put it on with her mouth, doing the little finger-twirl to put it to her lips, and then doing her trick of deep-throating you to the root in one long go, the feeling of her hot mouth and tight throat engulfing you along with the snug layer of tight-hugged latex. Then she goes for a ride again... this time facing away, though, only letting you catch the jiggles of her tits from behind, but giving you an unimpeded of her intensely perfect ass bouncing atop you and slapping against your crotch. The absolute <i>need</i> to slap that gorgeous ass is almost overwhelming, leaving you moaning and writhing, tugging futilely on the ropes binding your hands... from Andi's delighted, wicked giggles, she knows <i>exactly</i> what you want to do and is enjoying every moment of being completely in charge.\n\nOnce the blue condom is filled, tied, and resting next to its purple partner, Andi pauses a moment, eyeing the size of both, then running her nails lightly along the markings on your belly. "Yeah it's <i>definitely</i> glowing now," she says in a satisfied tone. "I bet your loads are, like, about as big as they're gonna get'n'junk. Ooooo pink!" she coos as she slips the next condom out of its wrapper. "Goodie! Actually let's watch a full size one!"\n\n"Mmn?" you grunt inquiringly, only to moan as she once again one-stroke deepthroats you to put it on, encasing your throbbing, lunar-powered prick in a gleaming sheath of translucent pink. But then, instead of climbing onto it again, Andi cuddles in happily against your side, scooting in until her tits are pressed firmly against you. Her hand wraps around your cock and starts to stroke, sliding easily over the lubed latex, just a few strokes before she leans in and kisses you again. And at first she seems perfectly content to kiss you while slowly, gently jerking you off, making sweet little cooing noises against your lips every time your cock gives a particularly hard throb in her hand. Eventually though she starts moving, shifting from kissing you to nuzzling and nibbling at your ear, or your neck, or sucking at your nipples and teasing them with her tongue, back to kissing you, just sweet, soft playing with her toy, all the while her hand just continues to stroke and pump with that slow, steady urging towards eventually bringing you off.\n\nAnd since she takes her time, it is indeed a big load when it comes. You both stare in a mingling of fascination and lust as you actually watch the first shot stretch out the reservoir tip and then fill it, before the next spurts start to stretch out the latex, visibly firing against the translucent material and settling into the swelling cum balloon with the rest, turning into a heavy teardrop shape wobbling above your belly with Andi's continued strokes.\n\nAndi enjoys her new toy all night long, alternating between riding you or jerking you or sucking you as her mood, and only her mood, desires. Regardless of what she chooses she always uses one of the condoms, steadily lining them up at the side like wobbling, heavy little trophies, showing off both of you's stamina. Sometimes when she sucks you off she goes all the way down just as you're cumming, letting you feel the tightness of her throat around the bulge of cum shooting down your prickhole, and then pulling back, letting you see the stretch of latex going past her lips as she makes lewd quagging noises pulling the fresh cumballoon out of her throat to drop to your belly. Other times she just jerks you off (especially when it turns out to be a pink condom), once again kissing and nibbling and sucking at your tits and lips and ear and neck, working you up into a writhing, whimpering, excited mess before making you cum. Sometimes when sucking or jerking you off she lowers her pussy onto your mouth, urging you silently or with sweet, cooed instructions to eat her out, grinding herself against you and leaving your whole lower face glistening with her juices; once or twice she sits up and slides forward, having you apply your tongue to her ass instead, swirling it around that yielding, obviously well-used pucker, and then rewarding you by sliding your condom-clad cock inside of it and bouncing on you, displaying her spread pussy to you as she rides you with her tight back hole.\n\nEventually the stack of magnum condoms is exhausted, or rather converted to a pile of cumballoons on the other side of you. It's sometime after midnight, and your lunar markings are glowing brightly enough for it to be obvious even in the well-lit bedroom. Andi looks just as fresh and energetic as you, her own boundless innate slut-energy apparently a match for moon magic... if anything there's a new feral gleam in her eye as she tears open the package of the Nev-R-Break condom. This one's just a plain, uncomplicated pale white, and she slides it on over you without nearly as much ceremony, making sure it's fitted firmly around your base (it's the first one that's only <i>mostly</i> snug instead of tight) before climbing aboard, once again sheathing your already-sheathed prick into her pussy.\n\nThis time when she starts to ride you, it's with wild abandon, just pounding herself down on you, squealing and moaning just as shamelessly and even more energetically than before, pounding her pussy punishingly on your prick without the slightest bit of restraint. Very quickly you feel yourself approaching that same white-out pleasure she'd kept you right on the edge of the whole night, and then tumbling over into it the first time you cum, especially when even though you can feel Andi's cunt squeezing and trembling and gushing around you she doesn't even slow down, continuing to pound you into the mattress right through both of you's orgasm. The pleasure from your climax seems to get drawn out, flow on, until it's like your entire body is reduced down to your dick, nothing but throbbing, shuddering, cum-spurting need and pleasure and breeding urge. For all you know Andi's feeling the same thing, losing consciousness of being a person, becoming nothing but a needy, eager pussy slamming down over and over on a big cock that's trying to knock her up, thinking of nothing but shuddering and squeezing and the next orgasm, even as her flat, perfect belly gradually swells up and rounds out.\n\nIt's much further into the night when she finally slows down and then stops, Andi panting and shivering as she sits atop you, her smooth skin practically glowing with the warmth of exertion and the gleam of sweat, and her stomach bulged out enough to look fairly well along in a pregnancy anyway. You're still just barely coming back to thinking like a human being when Andi makes a bit of a silly face and then lifting herself up, worming her hips around and squirming. First your cock slides out of her, still sheathed in translucent white latex, and with a stretch of it still going up and between her pussylips. Andi actually looks mildly embarrassed, but also thoroughly turned-on as she wiggles her hips some more and presses on her distended belly. Gradually, bit by bit, the bulge shifts, Andi giving little squeaks and mewls until the ballooned-up latex slides out of her, shifting shape and wobbling, and finally dropping heavily to lay across your belly and drape over your sides. If it's not the five gallon limit the condom guaranteed, the two of you at least gave it your best shot (or your best shots, as it were).\n\nAndi tugs the Nev-R-Break free and ties it off, then hefts it up, gazing at it near-worshipfully before setting it beside the bed, and then stacking the rest of the filled condoms atop it. Then she unbinds you... just undoing the leather straps rather than bothering with the ropes... and silently cuddles up against your side, sighing contentedly, breath warm on your skin. You turn towards her, wrapping your arms around her, legs all tangled together, and two breaths later you're asleep.\n\nYou wake up feeling a little headachey and dry, but nowhere near as bad as you did yesterday morning. You're also alone in Andi's bed, and wind up peering around for her and feeling faintly forlorn at her absence. But quickly reasoning that since it is her house (her parents' house, whatever) she probably didn't leave you alone in it, you get up (cock's still there, obviously, and wobbling around as big as ever) and redress. You kinda want a shower, but feel like that might be a step too far to assume (though admittedly you're not sure why, considering what last night was like), and instead go searching for Andi.\n\nIt's relatively easy to find her, from the sound of things clattering a bit in the kitchen when you go downstairs. You enter to find Andi at the stove in an expectedly pink and super-cute apron, and absolutely nothing else, her bare butt bopping back and forth as she hums to herself. "Heeey Cy!" she chirps cheerfully as you come in, glancing over at you and beaming. "I figured you'd be up soon so I got started on brekky'n'stuff!"\n\nAs much as you reeeeally want to walk over there and bend her over and pound that cute butt she's showing off, the practical reality of mingling sexy funtimes with an active stove and what sounds like a pan of popping and sizzling bacon makes you think otherwise. You settle down at the table instead, which has already been laid out with table settings including mugs and glasses, a coffee carafe, and a bottle of orange juice. As much as your caffeine-starved brain cries out for the coffee, you force yourself to start with a glass of OJ, instead just letting the view of Andi in full domestic mode spark your neurons. Eventually she lays out what looks like a sterling example of the typical American breakfast, eggs, bacon, and pancakes, all of it looking picture perfect and smelling even better.\n\n"God was really in a good mood when he made you, wasn't he?" you say with complete sincerity as you start eating.\n\n"You know I think so too," Andi chirps as she sips her own glass of orange juice. "Also like that's super sweet'n'stuff thank you~!"\n\nAfter the two of you finish eating, you carry everything over to the sink where Andi assures you that doing the dishes can wait until later. Instead she grins and slips close to you. "I mean, like, I know you prolly need to figure other stuff out'n'junk, but for real we can still play around some first. Like in the shower, we can-" She says as she slips your shirt up, apparently intending to undress you right in the kitchen, before she pauses and blinks with it bunched under your breasts. "Huh. It changed."\n\n"What? The markings?" you ask with a blink of your own, looking down, though the angle is bad, plus blocked by your own chest and Andi's together.\n\n"Yeah! C'mere," she says, snagging your hand and hauling you towards the downstairs bathroom.\n\nThe mirror above the sink is still low enough that it shows you from the waist up, and therefore gives you a decent view of the markings above your crotch. Andi's right, it's completely changed. Instead of the moon and its curling, falling rays, it's turned into much more of a 'standard' lewd womb tattoo with winding, curling pink "wings" stretching out from in the center. There is still a bit of a lunar/werewolf theme, though, with the lines of the wings curling around a round sphere high on the outer side and a canine pawprint facing towards it. But in the very center is an elaborate, symmetrical calligraphy-style letter 'A'.\n\n"Huh," you say, brain spluttering a bit and providing you with nothing else for a few moments.\n\n"I've kinda thought of getting a tattoo like that before," Andi says in a helpful tone, because of course she has. "On front or back. Or maybe both, like matching, yanno? But why the letter 'A'?"\n\n"... 'A' for 'Andi', probably," you say, since that's the only obvious conclusion. "I think the magic decided that last night you, uh... claimed me."\n\n"... For real?!" Andi squeals in obvious happiness even as she claps both hands to her mouth. She hops in place a few times and lets out another, more wordless squeal of delight, before quickly trying to get herself under control. "Um. I mean like... I didn't, yanno, <i>mean</i> to. But um, if that's true... well, I mean, what do you, yanno, think'n'stuff?"\n\n<hr>\n[[You'd kinda like to get rid of the enchantment.|GGWWB]]\n\n[[... Eh, works for you.|GGWWB1x4]]

"Where are those two? We've looked every damn place in this base they could be."\n\n"I dunno, but the Commander and the Lieutenant wanted them a half hour ago and if we don't at least have something for 'em when we get back we're gonna catch hell."\n\n"You think they did a runner?"\n\n"Wouldn't think they'd be that stupid, but guess it's possible. Looks like some of their stuff's still here, though, why wouldn't they take their rifles?"\n\n"That is kinda odd. Better grab those instead of leaving 'em around, we can at least show 'em to the brass. You got Kaze's stuff?"\n\n"Yeah, you hold onto LaChance's. Hey, let's check their footlockers, maybe they left a clue in there or something."\n\n<b>Dark Sector 36</b> End - <i>Junk in the trunk</i>

You guess you don't really have a ton of better options. If nothing else, Andi's probably both the most credulous and the nicest person you know, so she's got the biggest chance of both believing you and not judging you.\n\nYou give her a text and after a very quick discussion you head over to her place, which is in one of those neighborhoods where all the homeowners are in a teeth-clenched constant battle to outdo each other with the most perfect and yet assuming and above all effortless-seeming lawns and housefronts as possible. It's far enough away that you go ahead and take the car again, parking further down the street far enough from anyone's driveway or mailbox that you're unlikely to attract any suburban wrath (or at least enough to make a fuss about it). You've barely knocked when the door swings open and Andi pounces out and gives you a hug, as if she'd never been more delighted to see anyone before in her life, which as usual when meeting her feels pretty good.\n\n... Her chest pressing against you feels pretty good too. Andi's got thick, wavy bottle-blonde hair, skin so perfect it can only have been influenced by running through the contents of several other bottles at least once a month, and a curvaceous body seemingly designed to have some guy wailing 'But officer I could have sworn she was in her twenties!' as he was taken away. She has large breasts, a trim waist, hips rounded and curved perfectly for gripping, a round ass that's the exact perfect fullness for smacking, and long amazing legs that were obviously meant to look amazing wrapped around someone. You have rarely seen someone whose body was more perfectly designed for fucking as Andi's. \n\nAlso she smells fantastic.\n\nYou blush some and do your best to gently and politely urge her back, since your new equipment is starting to react (and strongly) and you're desperately trying to think it back down before it winds up busting your panties audibly or something. Andi would normally make you feel incredibly gay just to look at her anyway, with her mingling of all-natural beauty and deliberately cultivated appearance (looking particularly good in a very cute, very tight pink t-shirt that leaves her midriff bare and a pair of tiny white sport shorts), but right now... oof, blood is definitely trying to leave your brain to go elsewhere.\n\n"C'mon in!" Andi chirps as she leads you inside, your gaze wandering down to her butt before you yank it back up as she turns around again in the living room. "Can I, like, get you anything? Soda or junk? ... Cyan?"\n\n"... Buh?" you say under your breath, before blinking hard. "Sorry, distracted, no thanks on the soda, I'm good."\n\n"Are you, like, okay'n'stuff?" she asks with the tiniest little frown, big blue eyes (one of the natural bits of her appeal) showing her sincere concern. "You seem a little, yanno, out of it, did something happen?"\n\n"Well, ah, yeah, you could definitely say that. Could we go to your room and talk?"\n\n"Surez!" she chirps cheerfully, turning and flouncing towards the stairs, her various soft bits bouncing largely unrestrained with her almost skipping walk. You close your eyes and count to a random double-digit number, then follow after her.\n\nAndi's room doesn't necessarily make it a whole lot better, since it's what you'd call "daintily messy". She clearly has a tendency to just cast off at least a few days' worth of clothes to wherever it's convenient, meaning that not only is there an assortment of her typical sex bomb clothing dashed about, there's also assorted pairs of cute and/or rather lewd styles of worn panties strewn around along with some rather large bras. Trying not to get distracted by the sight, or by the very Andi™ smell of the room, you elect to turn her desk chair around (she's an all-cell-phone sort of girl so it's just a regular chair rather than the ergosthetic Gamer Chair™ you and various other friends have), and Andi easily flops down to sit on the end of the bed with a fairly animesque boing. \n\n"So, like, what's up?"\n\n"Alright, so... it's a long weird story, but I promise I'm not making anything up, okay?" you start out. Andi just nods eagerly, her eyes widening a little in excitement and expectation.\n\nSo you start off with a quick summary of buying the magic book from Maya (leaving out her absolutely pwning you for your advice), and of looking through it and discovering the werewolf meeting. You mostly skip over all the wrangling to get permission to go camping, and instead focus on getting out to the site, seeing the full moon, hearing the howls, and then being approached by the she-wolves. You get further embarrassed as you explain about the lesbian gangbang which gradually turned into a reverse gangbang, in part because talking about it is threatening to get you hard again, but Andi just continues to listen with an intent, fascinated stare, not even really blushing or seeming bothered in the least.\n\n"Wooooow, and all that's like, for real?" she chirps, blue eyes sparkling a bit.\n\n"Yeah. I figured I'd come ask you since you're really into all the, y'know, moon and stars stuff," you allow. "Like maybe you've seen something like the tattoo before."\n\n"Maybe!" she chirps, already seeming eager. "Like, you'll need to let me see it first, though? Yanno?"\n\nOh, right, duh. You stand up and step a bit closer, lifting your shirt some to show off your stomach and the faint moan-and-rays tattoo. ... Huh, it actually doesn't look quite as faint as before. A glance out the window shows that the moon is rising over the rooftops beyond, clear in the still bright late afternoon sky. Ah, yeah, that'd probably explain it.\n\nYour attention is yanked back in front of you as Andi, without the slightest hint of hesitation, slides down to her knees in front of you and rests her hands on your hips as she peers intently at your tummy. You desperately think unsexy thoughts as she tilts her head back and forth, briefly looking like nothing so much as a curious golden retriever. "Uh, so, anything?"\n\n"Well, like, maybe?" she says with a slight thoughtful pursing of her lips. "I mean there's tons and tons and tons of stuff about the moon in astrology and related stuff, yanno? Like, yanno, distant planets and stars and stuff is just trying to figure out what they do by what might have been going on down here while they were doing stuff, but, like, the moon's sort of always been right there and visible and we've been able to, yanno, track all sorts of stuff exactly to it since people thought the stars were just, like, pinholes in the drapes God put over the sky, yanno?" She looks up at you with a very sincere and very fascinated expression as she says, "Like, did you know that what some people think is the first ever fiction story about space travel involves a guy who accidentally covered himself in bone marrow and was pulled to the full moon by it, 'cause that's like what they thought made animals restless and wolves howl at it and junk? The moon's special gravity on bone marrow?"\n\nYou are reminded that Andi is far, far from stupid, just that most people (often including herself) tend to forget that because she is in every way other than IQ a complete bimbo. You're briefly overcome by an intense wave of warm affection that at least briefly distracts you from your feelings of arousal, instead just feeling utterly charmed by this adorable and precious creature you call a friend.\n\n"Hey, can I like, see your dick?" she asks as if it were the most natural thing in the world as she looks up at you again, instantly shattering your distraction and sending a twitch through your cock that makes your whole body shiver in sympathy.\n\n<hr>\n[[Probably... not a good idea.|GGWWB]]\n\n[[... Yeah sure okay.|GGWWB1x2]]\n\n[[Oh you wanna see it you little fucking succubus you can see it!|GGWWB]]

"I mean... I'm okay with it for just having fun and, y'know... you being in charge and stuff," you allow as you straighten up, face red. Your cock seems to have taken her 'Cum' order as permission to go back to default, and has sagged a little bit rather than staying at 100%. "Maybe not, like... doing that last thing a whole lot. Because it felt amazing but also..."\n\n"A bit much?" Andi picks up, grinning a bit sheepishly, but then smiling sweetly and nodding. "Okay, then, if you're, like, alright with it on god, then I'll use it in, yanno... moderation."\n\nAfter that it's agreed that the two of you will take a shower, which of course leads to quite a bit more fooling around, no magically-enforced commands required. (You're pretty sure that Andi squealing "Harder!" as you're fucking her up against the shower wall isn't actually an order she's giving you magically, and that you pounding her against the wall harder is entirely of your own free will. You're pretty sure. Maybe it doesn't matter much.) Either way after that and another quick bout on the bed (again you're pretty sure she's not giving a magically-enforced order when she screams "Fuck my little bitch ass!") the two of you get dressed, and Andi smooches you before taking your hand and heading for the door. "C'mon, let's go out!"\n\n"Oh? Where?" you ask, not that you're likely to protest at this point if she just suggested driving off into the sunset.\n\n"Like, the mall, for starters, duh," she chirps, leading the way towards her own car. A very sporty, very expensive little pink thing, like if Hasbro didn't have to worry about Barbie fitting into her dream car with her lack of knees. (Her parents aren't incredibly wealthy, so you kind of wonder where it came from. Maybe you ought not to wonder and just go with the flow, since it's working out for you so far.) "If you're, like, gonna be mine, then I want to... yanno... customize you," she says with a particularly cheerful but wicked gleam in her eyes.\n\nOh. Well. This should be interesting.\n\nOne of the first places Andi takes you at the mall is a sort of goth boutique that you were sort of aware of and had been in a few times before even, but never bought anything because most of it was a little more "hardcore" than your more casual style of gothiness. Andi, despite her overall preppiness (currently in white silk blouse and pink plaid pleated skirt and white stockings and pink saddle shoes) seems perfectly at home here, and even though the heavily pierced and practically warpainted girl manning the counter does a bit of a double-take at her entrance, she doesn't seem inclined to question it that much either.\n\nAnd Andi almost immediately makes a beeline for the section with the collars, humming cheerfully as she starts looking them over as if wanting something very specific, while you follow behind her blushing. She seems to be looking for something very particular from the intent look on her face, and eventually she finds it: a broad pink collar with multiple large round rings of black metal, along with smaller little hoops of black metal from which dangle black chains. "I bet we could put charms on them!" Andi chirps in delight as she gives some of the chains a flick with her pink fingernail. Somehow that's one of the most adorable fucking things you ever heard.\n\nBut the theme of what Andi's going for pretty quickly emerges. She finds some more pink leather manacles like the ones she used at home, except that the clasps and the heart-shaped rings are made of black metal instead of chrome. She starts rummaging through the t-shirts... the midriff-baring ones, you notice... and ask, "So we're doing 'pink goth' for me?"\n\n"Is that, like, a thing?" she asks in apparently sincere but pleased surprise, perking up a bit as she looks over at you. Then she giggles. "Well obviously I guess it is since they had the collar an' stuff, I saw one online once and I was hoping they'd have it here, yanno? But yeaaaah, I always liked your gothy look, yanno?"\n\n"But you thought it'd look good in pink too?" you ask teasingly.\n\n"I just like all my favorite things to be pink," she replies breezily as she goes back to browsing, leaving you blushing again.\n\nShe picks out several shirts, and a few skirts, some stockings, and even a new pair of boots, and takes them over to the counter. The employee looks at her, then looks at you with your blushing face, and then nods solemnly as if everything had become clear as she starts ringing the items up. Andi takes the bags but, rather than leaving, gestures cheerfully towards the dressing room at the back. The employee shrugs a bit and makes a little 'go ahead' gesture of her own.\n\n"Can't wait until you get home to play with your new toy?" you tease again.\n\n"I plan to play with my new toy in public a loooot," she assures you, giggling as she starts tugging your pants open.\n\nYou're starting to get the sense that you're not gonna get one-up on Andi in the bantz department too often.\n\nDespite what she said, the two of you don't fool around (much) in the dressing room, which probably has more to do with it being on the small side than any willingness on both your parts. (In fact, Andi has to give you a whispered order to get you to go soft again from how much she's brushing up against you, let alone that she's undressing you and redressing you.) She strips you down, leaving you standing there naked, and the first thing she does is slip the collar around your neck. You shiver a little as she gently but competently does up the pair of straps at the back, running her fingers around it to make sure that it's snug but breathable, like you were a puppy getting fitted for one for the first time. Next on are the wrist manacles, and for a moment she just leans back, enjoying the view of you standing there in nothing but very cute-goth bondage gear. Her amused eyes flick towards a corner of the mirror, and you look up at the 'Room is under video surveillance' sticker she was indicating. Which has you picturing the (rather hot) alt girl staring at your fat cock and the image you present on a video monitor. Yeaaah, magic is definitely the only thing keeping you from getting hard again.\n\nNext on are the stockings, which are a variation of the cute black cat-ear-and-face topped ones that got so popular over the last few years, except these have devious eyebrows added to the cute faces, to make them look like >:3. Then one of said snug, midriff-baring black T-shirts, this one with a happy ugu anime girl face to one side and 'MURDER!' in big adorable pink letters across the chest. Then a black pleated skirt, with the inside pleats in pink. Andi spends a few moments eyeing it... or rather what it's not covering... before giving a dramatic sigh and taking your panties back out of the bag. "I was gonna keep these off of you on the way to the next store, buuuut it might be a bit much."\n\n"Might," you murmur sheepishly, starting to step back into them.\n\n"Wait a sec," Andi says, not quite a capital-O Order, but close enough you freeze in place. She eyes you thoughtfully for a moment, then does Order, "Get smaller."\n\nAnd that... is a weird sensation. You wouldn't say your cock shrivels, per se, like it was getting cold, it just... shrinks. You blink a few times as it retreats from view under your skirt, apparently just enough to be safely out of sight... probably exactly like Andi was picturing it. You blink a few times and glance down. "Huh."\n\n"That is, like, definitely interesting," Andi muses aloud, tapping a nail against her lower lip. "I wonder if I can do other stuff too, or just something like that since it's kinda, yanno, maybe in the original spell's, whatchamacallit... wheelhouse maybe? I bet?"\n\n"Er... how do you figure?"\n\n"Well I was kinda already thinking back when you asked about it, that it'd probably get smaller as the moon waned, yanno?" Andi muses, holding her hands apart about the length of your cock before, and then slowly bringing them together. "So like, the less full the moon is, the smaller it'd probably get, until the night of no moon when you'd probably lose it entirely. Obviously it, like, changed before we could figure that out, but having you shrink is still, yanno, part of the original thing. Probably."\n\nYou blink several times. About the best you can come up with is, "Huh."\n\n"So, like, yeah, for real, I'm wondering if it does that because it's part of how the original thing worked, or if maybe I can do other stuff," she muses, eyeing you again.\n\n<hr>\n[[Probably works that way.|GGWWB]]\n\n[[Maybe it's stuff you both want.|GGWWB]]

After a moment you shrug. "I mean... to be honest, at just this moment, it's a little hard to imagine anything I'd like more than being... owned... by you," you reply, blushing a little on that particular word. "So... I guess I see this as an absolute win."\n\n"Oh Cyan!" she squeals happily, throwing her arms around you again and kissing you hard, before drawing back and beaming. "Like, ohmigawd, I promise to be such a good owner! Like, I'll clothe you, and feed you, and totally take you for walks every day!"\n\n"Um," you reply, blinking, starting to point out that you're not a dog, but she's already happily undoing your pants and pulling out your cock, stroking it expertly to hardness with a few motions of her hand, which as ways to deflect any sort of argument you've gotta figure ranks way up near the top.\n\nAndi's already starting to bend her knees in preparation for getting down on them when she pauses and straightens up, slowing her strokes, then taking her hand away, looking down at your new lewd crotch tattoo. "Hey, like, it's probably magical like the other one, right? Like, probably not connected to the moon anymore or junk, but it's still, like, doing magical stuff'n'junk?"\n\n"Uh." It takes your brain a second to shift gears back to... thinking... before you nod a bit. "I mean yeah it probably does <i>some</i>thing still, that makes sense."\n\nAndi appears to think about that for a moment, putting one perfectly-painted pink nail to her likewise perfectly-glossed lower lip as she looks down at both the marking and your dick. Then she looks you in the eye. "Go soft."\n\nInstantly your cock flops down, completely limp, as if a switch had been flicked, or the wind had abruptly died out of a windsock. The suddenness of it actually makes you twitch a bit, especially since the hefty but now entirely soft shaft gave your balls a pretty good (but not painful) thump when it fell down. You stare down in a bit of shock, Andi doing the same for a moment before she giggles loudly and takes hold of your dick again, once more starting to stroke, though this time it wobbles around gently in her hand with her movements.\n\n"Wooooow, it's totally staying soft too!" she coos in both delight and awe. She gives your limp shaft a gentle squeeze that sends a shiver through you, but she's right... not so much as a twitch of hardness from you. "Like, wow, this is definitely magical!"\n\n"It... yeah, it definitely seems that way," you agree in a breathy tone, shivering again as she continues to stroke.\n\n"It still feels good, right?" Andi asks curiously, glancing at your face, then grinning. "I mean, it looks like it, but yanno."\n\n"Y-yeah, it feels weird... I mean, in a different way than having a dick normally feels I guess," you add in a mutter. "But it feels good. ... You're really enjoying that aren't you?"\n\n"I mean, yeah!" she replies with another giggle, actually giving your dick a light shake. "I loooove playing with soft cocks, it's a ton of fun! But like, they're almost always stiff around me," she adds in an almost solemn tone. "I've reeeeally gotta put some work into making them completely soft and usually by then the guy's conked out too and it's not as much fun."\n\n... Yeah okay that makes sense. Which you're sort of half-musing on when Andi sort of slides back and then bends over, distracting you both with her bare ass lifted up and displayed and her tits hanging down against the front of the apron. She lifts your limp cock up and slips the head between her lips, a sort of fascinated, gleeful look on her face as she looks up at you.\n\nYou would think, just sort of based on various textural principles, that it would be virtually impossible to deepthroat a completely soft dick, even if it was very big and thick even when unerect. You'd figure there'd be... call them "logistical issues". But apparently those don't mean much to the combination of Andi's innate talent and her practiced skill, because other than needing to use her hand to guide you a bit, she slides you into her mouth and down her throat with only a bit of extra guidance from her hand, her lips winding up pressed around your root again as she looks up at you with that sweet, slightly smug expression on her face. As she starts bobbing her head, not moving all that much lest you start to slip out, you feel your own eyes sag shut a bit and your head lean back. It's... definitely a different sensation. It's every bit as pleasurable as when you were hard, but it sort of lacks the same urgency, the same need... it feels like she could suck you off for hours like this and you wouldn't orgasm, and could be perfectly happy with that.\n\nBut it's only a few minutes before Andi slips it back out of her mouth and straightens up, giving your dick another little shake as if to test that it was still completely limp. Then she releases it and says, "Okay, get hard."\n\nAgain it's like a switch was flipped. Your cock springs up so hard it's practically audible, your mind filling in a cartoon <i>sproi-oi-oi-oing</i> as it shakes up and down in the air from just how fast it went from completely soft to hard as steel. You must have made quite the face because Andi blinks and asks in a worried tone, "Oh, did it hurt?"\n\n"Nnnnno not hurt quite exactly just... really weird," you reply in a slightly strained tone. At her continuing to look worried, you clear your throat. "And it's... <i>really</i> hard now."\n\n"Ohhhhh," Andi says, reaching out to give you a few strokes, making you moan softly at even the faint relief of the ache that provides. "Yeah it's suuuuuper hard, for real for real. I guess in the future I should be, like, more moderate and stuff."\n\nExcept you can see by the thoughtful look on her face that she's having a rather immoderate idea. Which she proves by saying a single word in a sweetly-commanding tone: "Cum."\n\nInstead of a switch it's like a button was pressed. You go from zero to climax instantly, your cock firing out powerful shots of jizz to splatter all over the front of her apron, your pussy gushing all over your inner thighs and the backs of your balls. Your hips jerk frantically, your whole body bucking as you give a sort of strangled squeal of shock and pleasure at the intense orgasm hitting you practically before your brain could process what she said.\n\nA second later you're slumped against the counter, trying to catch your breath, while the cum-spattered (but still technically clean because apron) Andi stares at you with wide eyes. "Woooow. That was... something."\n\n"Yup. Something," you agree breathlessly.\n\n"That's a lot of responsibility, I think, yanno?" Andi says, frowning suddenly. "Uh, like... Cyan, should I maybe... not give you orders like that?"\n\n<hr>\n[[You'd rather she didn't.|GGWWB]]\n\n[[In moderation.|GGWWB1x5]]\n\n[[No she should give all the orders she wants.|GGWWB]]

"Look, we're going to have to deal with this eventually," you tell her, reaching out to rub her shoulder. "I know it's gonna be weird, but I'll be right here for you, alright?"\n\n"... Yeah, okay." Sapphire sighs, then steps forward and hugs you, patting your back lightly. "I'm glad you're my sister," she adds after a moment, grinning as she steps back from the hug. "Since, y'know, that's what we are now."\n\n"Yeah, same."\n\nThe two of you head downstairs to the kitchen, bumping into one another several times in working to get out cereal and bowls, but managing not to aggravate each other at least. Soon you're both sitting at the table and munching away, though admittedly conversation is lacking since you both still have almost the exact same thoughts in your head.\n\nEventually your mother and father walk into the kitchen, both already chatting with each other before they look to the table, your mother smiling as she says, "Good morning, Cy-" Then she stops, both of them just for a moment looking completely and utterly shocked, before their eyes go a bit glassy. Oh, that must be the watches working on them. Better hurry up and fill in the void.\n\n"What's wrong, guys, you're acting like you've never seen your own twin daughters before," you pipe up, since... that's... honestly the best you've been able to think of.\n\n"Yeah, it's me, Sapphire, Cyan's twin, who has always been here," she chirps, putting her fingertips to the sides of her mouth and beaming.\n\n"Laying it on a little thick, aren't'cha?" you mutter to her.\n\n"Look I don't know how this works better safe than sorry," she hisses back, even as your parents are starting to look normal again.\n\n"Yes, of course, Sapphire. Sorry, we must just be a little out of it this morning," your mother says in a sheepish tone.\n\n"Summer allergies and all," your father says breezily as he gets out his own bowl of cereal.\n\n"So what are you two planning to do today, hm?" your mother asks as she starts making herself some toast.\n\nYou and Sapphire exchange a glance, clearly both simultaneously thinking 'Well that was easy.' "We hadn't really decided yet," you speak up.\n\n"Well you should try and get out a bit, it's not good to spend your whole summer inside," your mother says with a mildly scolding tone. "Just because you have a built-in best friend doesn't mean you should spend <i>all</i> your time inside together. Go somewhere fun, like the mall."\n\nYou and Sapphire both snort reflexively at that, then glance away when your mother gives you a confused look. But she doesn't press it, and after a bit both of them finish their breakfasts, kissing both you and Sapphire on the forehead before they leave as if they'd always been doing it.\n\n"So that was weird," your twin says as she gets up and peers around the doorframe of the kitchen towards the front door. "They just... bought it, like it was nothing."\n\n"These things seem kind of OP," you agree, looking at the 'watch', then taking out your phone since Celest said they'd link together. Sure enough you find a new app with controls... then give a soft 'huh'. "Hey, check this out. 'Deep cover mode'."\n\nSapphire fishes her phone out too and spends a moment looking for the app, then gives an identical soft 'huh'. "'Even you will believe your own cover story, and that you're a perfectly normal member of the local culture'. So I guess that means that the undercover person could completely 'go native' with much less chance of giving themselves away, until their friends came and got them." She hesitates for a moment before she says, "I'm gonna turn it on."\n\nThat makes you blink. "What?"\n\n"Look, Mom and Dad reacting to me like a different person, even if I'm their daughter, it really was... weird. Like not as bad as I was expecting, but still weird. I just think it would be better if <i>I</i> forgot the whole thing too. You do what you want... sis," she adds in a murmur.\n\n<hr>\n[[Talk her out of it.|GGTwin1x2]]\n\n[[Let her do it.|GGTwin]]\n\n[[You do it too.|GGTwin]]

"Whoa whoa whoa, let's not jump the gun here," you say, hurrying to stand up and walk over, putting your hand over hers. "I mean, I get what you're saying sure, but we can't just... mind whammy ourselves and forget anything ever happened."\n\n"Well why not?" Sapphire asks with a scowl.\n\n"I mean... for one thing it would probably interfere with getting ourselves all sorted out. I mean, right now we still only have one room and one of everything else we share, right?" you point out, Sapphire already looking like she's starting to falter. "If we wind up forgetting about Celest, we might forget what she gave us to make sure we could solve all that."\n\n"Well. Maybe," Sapphire allows, looking like she's uncertain.\n\n<hr>\n[["We shouldn't forget our new friend."|GGTwin]]\n\n[["Plus there's that other thing."|GGTwin1x3]]

"What other thing?" Sapphire asks with a blink... before blushing as you grin and step in closer, letting your chest press against hers. "O-oh, yeah... that other thing."\n\n"Mm-hmmm." You reach around and squeeze her ass, making her give a surprised but happy-sounding gasp. "I mean, admittedly, in our fantasies we were always just kind of assuming an older sister or a younger sister, don't think it ever occurred to us to fantasize about a twin, buuuut..."\n\n"But we are kind of here now, yeah," Sapphire murmurs, setting her phone aside and biting her lower lip. "To be honest I was wondering which of us was gonna bring that fantasy up first, but..."\n\n"But if we forgot our special circumstances, we'd both probably be too afraid to <i>ever</i> admit it to each other," you point out, before giving a pleased 'mmf' of your own as Sapphire's hands settle on your denim-clad butt and squeeze. "Soooo... figure a little bit of awkwardness with everyone else is a good tradeoff."\n\nGrinning now, Sapphire murmurs, "I'm thinkiiiiing... yeah," as she leans in, her lips pressing to yours.\n\nYou mm softly again as you kiss your sister back, your twin's tongue dipping into your mouth as yours moves to meet it, lightly swirling around each other. Clearly falling into the same mental wavelength again, both of you reach around at the same time and undo the button and zipper of each other's jeans, hands sliding down the front of one another's identical panties to start rubbing fingers gently over one another's identical pussies, moaning against each other's lips as you do.\n\nFor a time the two of you stand there just like that, kissing and lightly stroking and fingering each other, playing with your sister's clit as she plays with yours, motions sometimes syncing up near-perfectly and at other times moving in completely other ways, like your other hand staying on her ass while hers comes up to gently knead one of your breasts, fingertips toying with the stiff nub of your nipple through the fabric. Sapphire gives a soft 'mmf' of surprise as you abruptly break the kiss, clearly not having expected it as you settle to your knees and start tugging down her jeans and panties. "We should probably go to our room for this," your sister murmurs with a glance toward the door.\n\n"We will soon, but fuck it, they'll be gone all day," you assure her with a grin as you get the jeans and panties entirely off of her, grinning up as you urge her to lean back against the counter. Tucking your head between her legs, you start working your tongue over her puffy, slick outer lips, your twin moaning softly and resting a hand atop your head. 'Hm... tastes different than off my fingers,' you muse with an even more kittenish grin as you work your tongue inside of her a bit before focusing on her clit, making your sister mewl happily as her hips twitch towards your face. Settling a hand on her thigh, you bring the other one up and slowly push two fingers into your twin's pussy, finally getting a truly first-hand view of what you look like being fingered before you start focusing on tonguing her clit again.\n\n"Ohhhh fuck, oh fuck oh shit," Sapphire gasps, her fingers clenching a bit in your hair. "Oh my god oh fuck oh fuuuck having a sister is the best thing <i>ever</i>," she gushes, not quite literally as well as metaphorically, though there's definitely a lot of wetness streaming down your fingers now and making some rather loud noises as you finger-fuck your twin. You twist your fingers a bit, starting to curl them in a way you always sort of wanted to do to yourself but never quite had the right angle for, and almost instantly she gives a sweet yowl and bucks her hips towards you, a really proper gush of wetness splashing all over your fingers. You slow the strokes of your fingers, lapping at her clit just a few more times to make her whimper, before sliding your fingers out and lifting your head.\n\n"See? Knew that if we just had a better reach..."\n\n"Holy shit you're right," she says with a breathless laugh, sagging back against the counter. She gives a soft mmmf as you raise up and push her shirt up, your mouth fastening over one of her nipples and starting to suck and lick. "And that... yeah that feels good without getting neck strain just trying," she comments, making you giggle a bit.\n\n"Let's move this to our bedroom," you murmur, bending down briefly to snag her jeans and panties, Sapphire pulling off her shirt and padding naked through the house after you. "Maybe we won't need to bother getting more than one bed after all."\n\n"Well aren't you full of assumptions," Sapphire replies with a smirk, even as she eagerly snags your jeans and panties and hauls them down the moment you've stopped in the bedroom. You go ahead and strip off your shirt as well, and soon the two of you are drawing close and kissing standing up again, hands roaming over each other, reveling in how the two of you feel even more perfectly matched like this, naked and stripped of any pretenses. Sapphire eventually ducks her head down to kiss and suck at your nipples, mouthing them as you play with her tits in all those ways both of you know are the best. Then she straightens and you duck your head for your turn, both of you repeating the same motions, even more aware of how to make each other feel good than any other two girls, or even any other two twins, would be.\n\nThen Sapphire gives you a little nudge and says, "Hey... bend over the bed."\n\n"Oh? ... Ohhhhhh," you murmur, eyes lighting up. "Damn, sis, you're really gonna do that for me?"\n\n"Hey, it's us doing it for each other. And kind of ourselves. I guess. Considering," Sapphire replies with a snicker. "Now g'wan."\n\nBiting your lower lip happily, you bend over the side of the bed and settle to lean on it with your legs over the side, letting them spread and your knees rest on the floor. Sapphire settles down behind you and leans forward, stroking two fingertips up and down your slick outer lips a few times before pushing her fingers into you, making you moan at the feeling of your sister's hot digits inside you. Then you gasp even louder as she leans in and shamelessly applies her tongue to your pucker, her mouth starting to work your asshole in all the ways you've ever fantasized about wanting done to it. "Ohhhh fuck oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck I love you so much oh fuck," you whimper out as she wiggles and flicks her tongue over you and starts working it inside even deeper, her fingers speeding up their strokes until she's really properly finger-fucking you while eating your ass. It really doesn't take very long for her to make you cum like that, but she just keeps going, making you yowl and mewl buck your hips like a slut towards her as she tonguefucks your ass and fingerfucks your pussy.\n\nFinally, having left you sweaty and panting, Sapphire urges you to turn and leans in to kiss you again. You push aside any pesky thoughts of not returning it and instead pull her close, the two of you kissing for long moments before she draws back. "Love you too. Sis."\n\n"Yeah," you murmur, tucking your head against her shoulder and giving her a squeeze.\n\n"You're right, better we don't forget... doubt we'd have this much fun if we zonked ourselves into thinking we were-" Sapphire hesitates, obviously not wanting to invalidate your quickly-growing bond by saying 'real', but obviously searching for a better word. "<i>Typical</i> sisters."\n\n"Mm-hmm," you agree, grinning.\n\n"So... ah, besides spending the day fucking each other silly," Sapphire says after a moment, grinning. "Where do you think we go from here?"\n\n<hr>\n[[Stick with each other.|GGTwin]]\n\n[[Get other people in on the fun.|GGTwin]]\n\n[[Be as pervy as possible.|GGTwin]]

You've gotta get this fixed. You love these covers of Jingle Bells but after hearing them both about four times in a row the first thing you're going to do when you can focus on your player is delete them! Carefully slowing the car in case there are any icy patches, you guide your car over to the side of the road, bracing for the bump when you leave the pavement. \n\nYou're not braced quite enough since shortly after you pull off the road there's a loud <i>WHODWHD</i> noise and the car jerks before listing heavily to one side. Cursing loudly, you quickly turn on your hazard blinkers and do a cursory check back down the road before clambering out of the car and heading around to the passenger side. Sure enough, both tires on that side are flat... some small logs with jutting, jagged broken-off branches were concealed by the snow, and now, well. Even if you were capable of changing a tire yourself out in the middle of nowhere, you've only got one spare, and neither of the tires is in good enough shape to be driven flat, certainly not for the almost two hours it would take to get to civilization. \n\nAnd, of course, a check of your phone shows that you have a grand total of zero bars. In fact you're pretty sure that the only reason it's not showing you negative bars is that there's no room on that side of the screen. Sighing, you thump the phone against your forehead, then get back in the car, where at least it's warm. Hugging yourself, you consider your options... and try not to curse again when snow once more starts drifting down from the sky. Just great, on top of everything else! You settle down in the seat, sourly going back to thinking. Probably the smartest thing to do is to stay in your nice warm car until someone comes along to help... except that you're in the middle of nowhere, and that even if someone comes along and sees you, that's no guarantee that they'll actually stop to help you. And the car won't stay nice and warm forever, just as long as you still have gas, and even without actually driving you'll run out eventually.\n\nThe other option is to actually try to walk to civilization... not exactly a fun thought. By your estimation, if you manage to keep up a good pace and don't, you know, freeze to death, you might reach somewhere that you can call for help by about midday. So at least Christmas wouldn't be completely ruined... unless, of course, you completely ruin it by the aforementioned freezing to death. Still, it's a more proactive solution than sitting here in your car hoping that someone helpful comes along and spots you before your gas runs out, the car cools down, and you... well, now you're just repeating yourself. \n\n<hr>\n[[Stay put.|HollyXmas3x1]]\n\n[[Go.|HollyXmas1x3]]

Ultimately, the prospect of sitting alone in your car with the future completely uncertain and just hoping someone comes along to help is intolerable. Turning off your car and leaving the hazard blinkers on so that hopefully no one will run into it in the snow, you take a moment to dig up some paper and a pen and write out a note about what happened to leave on the dash (just in case). Pulling on your long red coat and a knit cap, as well as your gloves, you grab your coffee thermos and turn the car off before clambering off and starting to walk slong the side of the road.\n\nUnfortunately, the longer you walk, the more it snows. Visibility soon drops to a handful of feet in front of and behind you, with you barely able to keep the black asphalt of the road in sight to one side of you. It takes a little longer to filter through your slightly cold-fogged brain that at this visibility, if someone came zipping along the road, they might not see you at all... or worse, if they did spot you, it might startle them into slipping on the road and crashing. Possibly right into you.\n\nOf course, if you wander very far from the road to decrease the chances of an accident, pretty good chance you'll accidentally wander off into the woods instead. The question is whether you want to risk that, or risk being pancaked by some farmer's F-350.\n\n<hr>\n[[Stay beside the road.|HollyXmas]]\n\n[[Get some space.|HollyXmas1x4]]

"Er, sorry Bambi, I just really can't," you say.\n\nThere's silence for a moment, then a resigned sigh. "<i>Yeah, okay, it was a big ask for someone you barely know. I'll just keep trying the kennel. Okay, thanks anyway, Cyan.</i>"\n\n"No problem, sorry again, Bambi." You end the phone call, feeling a little guilty, but reminding yourself that hey, you're allowed to decide what you do with your own time.\n\nThe moment you tap the end call button, the television blinks to life as if you'd turned it on with the press, every other audio/visual device in the house turning on at the same time. The image is of a pair of anthropomorphic dogs in some sort of snug, high-tech space suits, sort of like someone had decided to straight-up recreate Road Rovers in photorealistic CG. (You were not, obviously, around for Road Rovers, but you know enough furries to be "aware" of it, let's say that.) One of them looks a fair bit like a Husky, the other a Rottweiler.\n\n"<i>Attention, people of Earth,</i>" the Husky declares in a loud, bold voice. "<i>We are the Canitos, and we have been monitoring your planet for many years to decide its fate... whether we should share the fruits of our technological development with you, or whether you should be subjugated and neutralized for the good of the galaxy.</i>"\n\nAs you're starting to process that this might be real, he turns slightly, the Rottweiler man holding up a tablet displaying scrolling phone numbers. "<i>To this end, we have been randomly monitoring your individual private communications, to determine the ultimate nature of humanity. The call we have just monitored, in which a nearly adult female of able body with copious free time refused to look after the companion animal of her friend during a time of crisis, has put your species past the point of no return, and you will now be ground under the righteous heel of the full might of the Canitos invasion force.</i>"\n\nWait, what?\n\n... Fuck.\n\n<hr>\n[[But... you... that's... but you just...!|GGDog8x7]]\n\n[[... RUN!|GGDog20x1]]

Wouldn't it be nice if the first thing Grandma woke up to was you on her porch? Sounds nice to you! Always good to get the holiday off to a magical start. Turning off the gas to the fire, you go to change and make a thermos of coffee for the road. By the time you're ready, the fire's burned down sufficiently that you're not worried about leaving it, and you toss your suitcase in the car and head out, a lonely set of headlights cutting through the otherwise deserted night. Everyone else must either be waiting until morning to do their traveling or already have done it, because you're on your own even before the highway exit that takes you out to the long and lonesome country roads necessary for the trip to Grandma's House.\n\nSoon you're winding along a (luckily well-paved) road with snowy pines stretching out on either side as far as the eye can see (which isn't all that far since, well, there are a lot of snowy pines in the way). Unfortunately you eventually realize that your phone seems to be having a problem... it just keeps cycling back and forth between two different versions of "Jingle Bells" rather than the long and varied Christmas playlist you'd built up for this drive. What the heck? Sighing, you take a moment to mentally scold both yourself for updating your phone's OS last week and the OS writers for, well, being them. You know full well from doing this drive before that the sole radio station you can get out here is a single AM station where some local conspiracy theorist rambles for hours at length about crazy stuff. You're not sure what's worse, two hours of "Jingle Bells", rambling about aliens and monsters, or driving in silence. The safest thing to do would be to pull over and mess with the phone's music player until it worked properly, but there's not really a particularly good place to do so for at least another forty-five minutes.\n\n<hr>\n[[Mess with the phone while still driving.|HollyXmas2x1]]\n\n[[Pull over.|HollyXmas1x2]]\n\n[[Listen to AM radio.|HollyXmas4x1]]\n\n[[Turn off the radio.|HollyXmas]]\n\n[[Tough it out.|HollyXmas]]

"Oh. Um. Well, thank you," you answer, reaching out to tentatively rest your hand in his, trying not to jump when his fingers wrap around it. "But my name's not Red, it's-"\n\n"But you have that lovely red coat, no one wears something like that if it's not to make a statement," Biggs interrupts smoothly, drawing you up closer to his side as he straightens up and starts walking along, leading you with him. He gives you just as much an impression of being large as when he was an all-fours wolf, easily head and shoulders above you. "So I think the nickname suits you, don't you, my little Red?"\n\nHe states it with such smooth assertiveness that you can't quite bring yourself to argue, and instead resign yourself to being Red until you've been led to the end of your journey. You actually find yourself growing used to the odd appearance of your guide surprisingly fast, every little glance over at him lessening the 'weird' impact of his bestial features. It helps that in the cold winter air, his hand is so nice and warm around yours... in fact his body radiates a pleasant heat that has you half-unconsciously edging a little closer to his side as the two of you walk along.\n\nHe is definitely an attractive specimen, you decide as you glance at him. Part of it is the confidence and surety, even slight smugness, he radiates as he leads the way through the woods without ever showing a moment's hesitation or uncertainty. He's lean as one might expect of a wolf, but his muscles are defined enough that you can see the lines of them through the seemingly thin layer of pure snowy white fur covering his body. And, well, there's that cock of his that's impressive to say the least. You try not to look, as seems only polite, but it's... right there, swaying and moving right in the open, as if trying to draw the eye.\n\nOf course it only gets worse when he starts to get hard. Your eyes widen and your face colors again, but you do your best not to betray your reaction as that limp length gradually thickens and hardens, raising up from draping over his sack and jutting forward in a shallow arc. And then eventually it's poking out in front of him, waving back and forth with every step, beckoning your eyes ever more with its motion, the wobble back and forth almost hypnotizing as it puts all sorts of thoughts in your head.\n\n"Oh dear," Biggs suddenly says, making you jump a bit in shock and yank your head away in worry that he saw you staring and finally decided to be offended. When you manage to look at his face, he's got a sad look on it... though he can't hide the glitter in his eyes. "I'm afraid I'm a victim of your charms, Red. You just look and smell so good that I've let myself become distracted. I couldn't possibly remember the way to Grandma's House with this aching and throbbing," he huffs, taking his hand from yours to instead wrap it around his length and give a few slow, brazen strokes. "I'm afraid until this gets taken care of, we can't go another step. You'll help, won't you...?"\n\n<hr>\n[[Reluctantly agree.|HollyXmas]]\n\n[[Enthusiastically agree.|HollyXmas]]\n\n[[Refuse.|HollyXmas]]

Your mind filled with imagery pulled straight from the big foundry fight in <i>Robocop</i>, you decide to step away from the road, putting another five feet or so between yourself and the edge of it, the asphalt quickly turning into a dark blur in the flurries of snow drifting down from the sky. \n\nOf course it probably shouldn't be a surprise when that dark blur disappears into the white after a little while, and you find yourself walking past more and more tree trunks. It's obvious you've wandered off into the woods... but at the same time you can't risk stopping and trying to huddle, if you quit moving there's a pretty good chance you'll freeze. So you walk on and on through the snow, pulling the hood of your jacket up over your cap for an extra layer of warmth before hugging yourself.\n\nEventually, and thankfully, the snow tapers off, and finally turns into just a slight drift of fat white flakes from the sky. You dust off your shoulders and head and take a good look around you... looks like you are indeed well out in the forest. Sighing, you pull out your phone and take a glance at it, not really expecting to have a signal even deeper into nature than you were, and you definitely don't.\n\nA faint sound makes you look up, and the phone drops from your suddenly slack fingers. There is a <i>massive</i> wolf walking through the snow towards you! Winding back and forth between the trees, it's as white as the snow covering the ground, the only sound it makes the slight noise of its feet on the snow. If it weren't so absolutely silent out here right now you'd have never heard it at all. It's making its way straight towards you, yellow eyes fixed on your face, so it's not just wandering by.\n\n<hr>\n[[Flee!|HollyXmas]]\n\n[[Panic.|HollyXmas]]\n\n[[Stay still.|HollyXmas1x5]]

There's no way that you can outrun something like that, and freaking out isn't going to do you any good... maybe you should just stay calm and hope for the best, since running would probably only make it chase you. Maybe it will take a sniff and go away...?\n\nThe wolf slows down as it approaches you, moving in a way you can only call a saunter, and you blush as you notice the fairly heavy white sack hanging between its hind legs. It does approach you, and you stiffen but otherwise control yourself as it sniffs at you. It seems even bigger up close... you never realized how <i>huge</i> wolves were, thinking of them just as large dogs! It circles around you slowly, then lopes away a few steps to a nearby tree and... changes.\n\nIt happens too fast for you to really see many details, just rearing up on its hind legs that are suddenly much longer and shaped differently, stretching out a foreleg that now has lean but impressive muscle and fingers to rest on a tree, the other hand coming down to rest on a very humanish hip. The wolf smiles at you with a very human-seeming face... there's still just a hint of muzzle to the shape of his nose, but otherwise he's actually quite handsome, striking even. You stare at the white-furred man, then fight down a squeak as you realize that he hasn't gotten any less anatomically correct by changing to a human-shaped body... a pink shaft drapes down over those big fuzzy balls, a ring of white fur like some sort of vestigial sheath wrapped around the base of it. It's impressively thick and long despite being completely soft.\n\n"Well, Little Red, you seem to have lost your way."\n\nYou start, quickly yanking your gaze back up to his face at the sound of that smooth, rich voice, and see that if anything he's smirking more broadly, his wolflike ears giving a twitch and his yellow eyes glittering. Your blush intensifies as you realize that he must have seen you staring. "Er, I... yes," you admit, since you can't really think of anything better to say when confronted by an oddly attractive wolfman.\n\n"Don't feel too bad, it's easy enough to happen this time of year, and out here in the woods," he says in a soothing tone, though it's given a slightly smarmy lilt by his grin and that glitter in his eyes. Which... is still rather attractive in its own way, you have to admit. "Where are you headed?"\n\n"Um. Grandma's house," you answer in a rather distant tone, still a little too shocked to realize that's not a great answer for getting directions.\n\n"Oh, I can definitely lead you to Grandma's House, Little Red," the wolfman says in a delighted tone. "I'm an expert on directions there. So let old Biggs lead you, I'll make sure you get there safe," he adds, holding out one large not-quite-human hand.\n\n<hr>\n[[Accept his help.|HollyXmas1x6]]\n\n[[Decline.|HollyXmas]]

Though pretty universally regarded as an underpowered class, you know that when built right, Bards can be pretty powerful... well, within their own niche, at least. But if the book can offer even more ideas or options for making them a bit more well-rounded, you figure that's a good start. \n\nTaking down the book, you start flipping through it... then glance up and look around. Did you hear music playing? ... Eh, the snotty chick at the front desk is probably just listening to something suitably pretentious, like a classical composer no one but classical music teachers have heard of, or any variety of indie music at all. It's so distant that you can't really tell, though, it could be almost anything. Shrugging, you turn your attention back to the book.\n\nWhile it looks like it does have a handful of general use feats and build suggestions, and even new items, to help along the standard bards, most of the book seems to be focused around using 'archetypes'... basically bards that are slid a bit further towards one of the various things bards do, to make them a bit less of 'student of all, master of none' while still retaining some of the general flavor of the whole.\n\nOne of those classes is the [[Geisha|GGBard1x1]]. While it uses the title, it also stresses that this type of bard doesn't need to actually follow the stylings of a Japanese entertainer. Instead it's to indicate that the focus is almost entirely on skills, social interaction, and performing certain rituals that give bonuses. Their weapon proficiencies are much more limited and they don't get nearly as many spells per day, but it looks like they make even better 'Diplomancers' than standard bards.\n\nThen there's the [[Swashbuckler|GGBard]], which goes the other way. They're actually capable fighters, with a much greater focus on being able to mix it up in melee (while still obviously not being particularly tank-y). Still plenty of diplomacy ability, it looks like, since a lot of their other abilities derive from being charming and witty, but also not much on the spellcasting.\n\nThe third is called the [[Siren|GGBard]], and as expected it hews to the other strength of the bard, performance and buffs. There's much less of a focus on outright diplomatic skills, and they're practically helpless as far as combat goes, but it looks like their ability to buff, debuff, and influence via music is probably slightly broken. \n\nIt also does have just a standard [[Bard|GGBard]] build, with suggestions on how to maximize its various abilities without actually minmaxing.

You just stare at her for a moment, before turning your computer chair a bit more to face her. "Whooooo the fuck are you and what are you doing in my room?"\n\n"Oh, my name's Grey, nice to meet you an' shit," she chirps, moving to take a seat on the side of your bed and crossing one leg over the other, bobbing her motorcycle-boot-clad foot in the air. "I'm in your room because, like I said, I'd been waiting all day for you to leave so I could talk to you, but I got bored."\n\n"... You're kind of chatty for a stalker or a serial killer or something," you observe, narrowing your eyes at her.\n\n"And you've got a good sense for when someone actually wants to hurt you, or you'd have tried something stupid by now." Grey grins wolfishly at you, an impression only added to by that rather pelt-like hair and those glittering yellow eyes. "But anyway, I wanted to have a chat with you because I was there last night."\n\n"... You were in the house with us?" you ask, feeling a slight shudder run down your spine despite, as she said, not feeling like she's there to hurt you.\n\nThat just makes her give a soft bark of laughter. "Of course not!" She leans forward some, wolfish grin growing wider and showing a bit more teeth. "I was in the woods."\n\nYou find yourself simultaneously trying to go pale and blush. "... Oh."\n\n"Mhm. Watched the whole thing from nearby. If that was your first time, and I think it really was, you're a heck of a natural. That whole thing... how you handled your girl, both emotionally and physically, how confident you were, how unafraid... I was really impressed, so I had to come see you."\n\n"Do you just, like, lurk in the woods looking to be impressed by teenage girls making out, or...?" you mutter a little suckily, glancing away while your cheeks color, then looking back when she gives another short laugh.\n\n"C'mon, Cyan, you're smarter than that. Put it together." She leans forward again, staring right in your eyes as she pulls her lip up a bit more over her smile, highlighting her rather pronounced canine teeth. "Why do you think I was in those woods?"\n\nThen her eyes glow red in the pupils while a soft, animalistic growling sound rumbles in her throat.\n\n<hr>\n[[... eep.|GGWW]]\n\n[[... Cool.|GGHH12x4]]

"It's too big of a change again, with everything else it would sure to get parents and the community up in arms," you reply, not bothering to add that you would be far too easy to throw under the bus as a target for their ire in that event. "Let's compromise. The older teachers can be offered early retirement... we'll bring in our Mistress's suggestions to replace them and them only. The others will probably become assets in their own rights with the freedoms we'll give them."\n\n"An excellent point, not enough diversity of viewpoints is one of the very things we're fighting against, of course having some fresh blood will be beneficial," Ryoko agrees in a positively cheerful tone. "I'll start arranging the retirement packages immediately. Now, there is one more thing that requires your attention... or rather, two more things, but I think we can only properly see to one."\n\n"Oh?" You blink at that.\n\n"Two people, specifically. For one thing, I've been told that there's a reporter on her way here to see you."\n\n"A reporter?!" you almost squeak.\n\n"Relax, Patissier-sama, she doesn't know anything. But she's a muckraker, to be sure... if we give her cause to investigate us, it's doubtful she'll stop until she's found <i>some</i>thing. Or possibly invented it."\n\n"How dangerous is that?" you ask, glancing a little nervously towards the window with its heavy blinds.\n\nRyoko opens her mouth as if to answer offhandedly, then considers. "It's... not without risk," she admits after a moment. "Our Mistress's media empire is quite powerful and widespread, and will be a large part of what allows her to control the reactions to your changes here... and help disseminate them to society. But sometimes, well, a pebble can start an avalanche."\n\n"Wonderful." You rub your nose beneath your glasses a bit. "What's the other matter?"\n\n"There is a delinquent that must be seen to, a Kanna Amaguri."\n\nYou quirk your eyebrows. "A delinquent? I thought our Mistress wanted to encourage individuality."\n\n"Individuality, yes," Ryoko allows, canting her head in acknowledgement of the point. "But as you may have noticed, she is also a firm believer in respect for your superiors. Kanna Amaguri is disrespectful, confrontational, and rude, not only to other students, but to staff. She breaks not only the pointless and restrictive rules of the school, but perfectly reasonable ones as well. Out of the last fifty school days, she has had detention for thirty-one of them... for most of the rest she didn't bother to turn up to school at all."\n\n"Why is she such an urgent matter? Can't we see to her later today, or tomorrow...?"\n\n"Doubtful." Ryoko shakes her head. "There's a strong likelihood she'll soon skip out today as well, she's very adept at it. After that, she might be back tomorrow, or next week."\n\n"Why is she so important, then? And why today?"\n\n"Her importance is that as we relax the rules, strong-willed students like herself, ones that already stand out, will become the first trendsetters. Allowing such a bad-tempered student with a foul personality to set the tone for others could be very bad indeed... her influence could be very small, or it could 'spoil the entire crop', as it were. As to why it must be today, well, some strong-willed people can resist the ability Mistress has given us to fog minds and plant suggestions, they can shake off orders implanted or resist being put under at all. The only time these people, females in particular, are sure to be vulnerable to our powers are when they are at the height of their fertility in their monthly cycle."\n\n"When they're... the most receptive." You quirk a brow of your own. "And you can monitor this in girls remotely?"\n\n"And boys." Ryoko grins wolfishly. "Their monthly cycle is less obvious but still present. Our Mistress is heavily invested in various technology development as well. Kanna Amaguri is at her absolute most receptive today, this morning in fact. If she eludes us today, even tomorrow it will be more difficult to alter her... if she happens to elude us for the rest of the week, we likely won't have another chance until next month... by which time she might have already had some influence. As well, I'll remind you that Mistress will be reviewing your work right about then."\n\n"Mm." You drum your fingers on the desk. "So it really is her or the reporter."\n\n"And reporters are, in general, an arrogant and petty bunch... if you refuse to see her right when she turns up, she'll likely take it as a snub and hold a grudge, making her all the more likely to dig up something authentically damaging, or resort to libel if she can't find it. Either way, there will likely be a complication down the road that you'll have to decide how to deal with, Patissier-sama... or have it decided for you."\n\nWell that's lovely. You sigh a bit and sit back in your chair.\n\n<hr>\n[[See the reporter.|HelenJP3x1]]\n\n[[See Kanna.|HelenJP2x5]]

"Let's deal with the threat from within first," you finally decide. "Kanna is obviously a problem right now, and even with a high likelihood, the reporter is only a potential one. Tell her that I'll be happy to see her this weekend anywhere and any time she likes, but that it's the first time I'll be available due to my busy transition schedule."\n\n"Understood." Ryoko makes a few notes on her tablet, then nods to you. "I'll have Kanna Amaguri brought up at once." She turns and sashays off, and you allow yourself to spend a second just enjoying the sight of her ass in that tight skirt. You really hope that this professional relationship comes with other, more personal benefits as well.\n\nEventually she knocks on the door of your office, waiting for you to call before she shows in a young lady who looks like she might be sixteen or seventeen. She's obviously in violation of the current dresscode, her skirt rolled up so that it's a bit shorter, jacket left open to show off her partially unbuttoned uniform blouse with the little ribbon tie tugged loose, ankles covered by baggy socks. Her hair is fluffed up and a shade of blonde that could only come out of a bottle (as you'd generally expect for a Japanese person), and she's wearing colored contacts of a bright blue color that also does not occur in nature. Despite being shown into the principal's office, she's tapping away at her gaudily-decorated cellphone, multiple small ornaments dangling from one end of the case. She's very attractive and obviously very bitchy, and you're pretty sure it's your new body that has you desperately wanting to fuck her until her eyes roll up in her head and she forgets math.\n\nClearing your throat, you rise from your desk and circle around to stand in front of her. "Yeah, what?" she inquires in a bored tone, popping the gum she's chewing before actually bothering to look up at you. She looks surprised for a moment, then a little shocked and concerned as her gaze begins to dull, her body twitching a bit. Then her hands drop, cell clattering to the floor as her shoulders relax, glassy eyes going half-lidded.\n\n"Hm, even at her most receptive, she still struggled for a moment," Ryoko muses as she shuts the outer office door and walks over to stand near you, eyeing the teenager.\n\n"I had to concentrate on her a lot harder, too," you admit, actually feeling a little tired, completely different than the people you've tried it on before. You have to admit, it makes you want to fuck her all the more. You glance over at Ryoko, and see by the glint in her dark eyes she's having similar thoughts... well, a little bonding with the staff never hurt anyone! (Though Kanna might be sore tomorrow.) So yes, looks like this little gyaru bitch is going to get double-teamed... the question is, what other changes to make? While you're pondering that, you ask Ryoko, "The reporter?"\n\n"Snarled 'I see how it is' and stormed out. As expected, it looks like you've made an enemy."\n\nLovely. Still, there are more pressing matters to attend to, such as, what to do with lovely Miss Amaguri.\n\n<hr>\n[[Make her into a model student.|HelenJP5x1]]\n\n[[Make her your loyal pet.|HelenJP2x6]]

"You said Kanna has influence and authority over the other students, right, Ryoko?" you ask thoughtfully.\n\n"To a certain extent, yes. Most of them are currently too afraid of breaking the rules to follow her example, but with the new relaxed rules you've put into place, her influence will grow and she'll become a trendsetter."\n\n"Then I think it's best we make her <i>our</i> trendsetter, don't you?" Smiling, you turn back to the bottle blonde. "Alright, Kanna, are you listening?"\n\n"Listening," she echoes back dully.\n\n"Alright, first of all, you're going to stop being so snappish and rude to everyone. You don't have to be sweet and polite, but no more insults, no more bullying, and no more outright defiance of the teachers. You'll also decide that you need to come to school every day you possibly can, unless one of the teachers or myself tells you otherwise. Understood?" You wait for her acknowledgement, then grin. "But as for myself and Ryoko here, the moment you saw us both you fell instantly in love, lust, and worship. You want to obey us, you know that obeying us will bring you pleasure. Our attention nourishes you, and you'd do anything you could to make us happy and protect us. You'd sooner die than deliberately do anything that could hurt us."\n\n"I'd sooner die than hurt you," she murmurs, her voice having taken on a more dreamy quality than before.\n\n"Just thinking about us is enough to make your nipples stiff, being around us is enough to make your panties wet. You understand the need not to gush to anyone else about how much you worship us, but your greatest hope is that the rest of the world will someday feel like you do."\n\n"Worship you," Kanna positively coos.\n\nYou make a mental note that, when you've gotten her alone, you should really do something about imprinting on her that all of that goes double for you and half for Ryoko, but that would be... undiplomatic at the moment. Instead you give Kanna a mental nudge to wake up. She blinks a few times, her eyes slowly clearing... then she looks back and forth between you and Ryoko and begins to blush, squirming a little in place. You allow yourself to smirk as you imagine the sudden gusher that must have gone off in her panties. "S-sensei... um, miss... um... h-hi! Is... is there anything I can do for you?"\n\n"Why yes, Kanna, there is," you answer smoothly. "You can get on your knees..." You lift up the front of your skirt and push down your panties, Ryoko doing the same thing with her hose, both of you allowing your long, thick cocks to spring free and wobble in the girl's general direction. "And suck our fat dicks, you little slut."\n\nHer eyes go wide and her lips part, looking like all the breath has been sucked from her body. She falls to her knees more than sinks to them, then leans forward, hesitantly, shaking hands coming up as if not really believing her eyes. Then she actually touches both cocks, and a shudder runs through her body along with a little whimper escaping her throat... you're fairly certain she just came a bit. Then she wraps her hands around both thick shafts and starts pumping them eagerly, sliding her mouth over the head of your cock and starting to suckle excitedly, her tongue washing over you.\n\n"Mmmm, you've had some practice at this, haven't you, you gyaru whore?" you coo affectionately, letting out a soft moan at the feeling of her experienced teenage tongue working on you.\n\n"Let us see your tits, slut," Ryoko adds in a somehow familiar purr, dark eyes flashing as Kanna quickly begins shimmying out of her jacket and then undoing her shirt, obviously trying to avoid taking her mouth off of your cock as much as possible while she does. When she's down to her bra she pulls back with a gasp, then turns her head and slips her glossy-painted lips over Ryoko's cockhead instead, bobbing her head while she reaches back to undo her bra. Once it's loose and she's tugged it off, she goes back to stroking both shafts, occasionally moaning in pleasure at being allowed to have your cocks in her mouth.\n\n"Not a single tan line on her," you say in a tone of mock sadness, shaking your head as you start undoing your own jacket. "Of all the lewdness." Soon you and Ryoko are both topless, fondling each other's massive tits and tugging at one another's thick nipples while Kanna takes turns at gulping down your dicks as far as she can. And it's quite impressive, really, she's really suppressing that gag reflex, managing to get those long, fat futa-fucksticks a good way down, even as her throat bulges up heavily, the heads having disappeared deep inside.\n\nEventually you yank her back, using her hair to haul her to her feet, the girl giving a squeal of pleasure at being treated so roughly by her object of worship. You shove her forward over the desk, flipping up her skirt negligently before grabbing her panties, yanking repeatedly until they tear off, Kanna lifting up onto her tiptoes as the crotch digs into her puffy, sodden cunt before they tear off. "Look at this perfectly tanned ass. Who have you been showing it off to, slut? The people at the beach or the tanning booth operator?" Just to punctuate the question, you give her round rear a good, firm slap, making her yowl and cum again.\n\n"B-both!" she admits with a whimper, shaking her ass at you wantonly.\n\n"Not a surprise. Well, now you'll show off your ass when and where I tell you to, pet," you coo as you divest yourself of your own skirt and panties. You stroke your stiff, saliva-slick prick as you step up behind her and rub the tip up and down along her slit. ... Hm, wait, wasn't there something...? Oh! Right, the whole reason you had to see Kanna today was that she's at her most fertile and ready to receive right now. If you fuck her pussy, you're almost certain to impregnate her.\n\n<hr>\n[[Knock her up.|HelenJP2x7]]\n\n[[Fuck her ass instead.|HelenJP4x1]]

Actually, that thought sounds just too good to resist. Directing yourself right to her entrance, you push in, feeling her tight teenage pussy spread around your fat futa cock, watching her hips buck and her body twitch with the unimaginable pleasure she must be feeling at being fucked by someone who's the equivalent of a deity to her. You grip her hips firmly and start working your own, thrusting in an inch at a time and barely drawing it back out before pumping back in. Soon you're pounding away at her, your hips slamming against her pert ass and your balls swinging up to slap against her waxed crotch, your massive tits bouncing and wobbling with your motions.\n\n"Mm, this is what you've always wanted, isn't it?" you half-purr, half-growl as you pound away at your student's pussy, occasionally giving your hips a shimmy to work that fat shaft around inside of her. "Someone to adore, who'd use you as a cocksleeve."\n\n"Fuck, fuck, yes, I'm your cocksleeve!" Kanna squeals eagerly, fucking herself back against you as much as she can, adding some force to the impact of her ass against your hips. (You're also grateful that most of the offices and schoolrooms in this building come with top-notch soundproofing.) \n\n"Well here's a treat for you, fucktoy," you reply with just a bit of a grunt as you start picking up speed, your own full ass bobbing in the air as you piston into Kanna's cunt. "I'm going to impregnate you with my child, how does that sound?" At her yowl of pleasure and the feeling of her pussy spasming around your dick in orgasm, you guess it sounds pretty good. "Mmm, that's right, gonna put a baby in you, probably some girl that'll grow up to be as much of a pretty little slut as you are, and then someday I'll plow her pussy just like I'm plowing yours and knock her up too, while you ride her face."\n\n"FUCK! Fuck, yes, I can't wait to have my own daughter's tongue in my cunt while you knock her up!" Kanna screams, eyes rolling up in her head, anything else that comes out of her mouth an incoherent, barely human torrent of pleasured nonsense as you shove forward and start filling her with a heavy load of cum. It's probably just your imagination, but you feel like you can actually sense her being knocked up by your seed as she quivers and bucks and drools under you, making your own orgasm all the more intense.\n\nAfter a few moments you pull out, leaving Kanna's pussy gaping and dripping cum. You move to take a seat in one of the chairs, stroking your cum-smeared cock as Ryoko moves in for very sloppy seconds, the black-haired woman giving you a droll look as her cock slides into Kanna's already well-fucked cunt. "My my, Patissier-sama, impregnating a student. Do you plan to do that to the entire female student body...?" she teases as she takes hold of Kanna's hips and starts pumping away more slowly, enjoying the half-conscious girl's moans as she slowly comes around from being fucked by one of her new idols.\n\n<hr>\n[[No, just this one.|HelenJP]]\n\n[[Well... we'll see.|HelenJP]]

You have to admit the task ahead is daunting, and also that you aren't that eager to risk Katsuko's displeasure... someone to guide you closer to what she actually wants might be a good idea, as well as someone to help with the nitty-gritty of running a school, which you're going to have to take some time to learn.\n\n"Then, I'd be very pleased to accept the secretary you'd send over," you answer in a polite tone, which somehow winds up coming out borderline worshipful.\n\n"Certainly! I think you'll enjoy Ryoko, she's quite something. She will of course obey you in anything you do, but do listen to her advice, dear... she's <i>very</i> close to me and knows my wishes intimately, she won't steer you wrong. I'll check in on the both of you at the end of the month!" And with that, the line closes. ... Well then. You open up your administrative account and begin reviewing various files, trying to get a handle on your staff and student body... ahem.\n\nAbout half an hour later, you faintly hear Jun-san greet someone, and then a bit of a squawk of indignation. You blink and glance up... did they actually <i>throw</i> her out? Surely not, that would be far too much even for these people. But they do seem to have been rather insistent on her leaving. A moment later your office door opens and in strides a stunning woman who has made raven black as much her theme as Jun had brown, but makes it look striking rather than plain. Long, gleaming black hair that comes almost to her knees with two long forelocks over the shoulders, breasts and hips every bit as generous as yours, wearing an even more snug black suit jacket and shorter skirt in lustrous black, her long legs sheathed in almost opaque black pantyhose. Even her eyes are so dark they're almost black, gleaming as she smiles at you with so-dark-they're-almost, you guessed it, black red lips.\n\n"Patissier-sama, I am Ryoko. Just Ryoko, thank you. I've been sent by our Mistress to take over as your secretary. Shall we get to work?"\n\nYou suppress a sigh. Just as expected, she's here to be a manager as much as secretary. Oh well, you knew what you were in for when you opted for her. "Certainly," you say politely, locking your computer and turning away from it, folding your hands on the desk and looking at her attentively.\n\n"Our Mistress has a number of thoughts on what she believes would best promote individuality and free expression at this school, and thereby hoping to spread it through the next generation and all of Japanese society. First up, the school uniforms." Jun shifts the electronic tablet under one of her arms out and turns towards one of the walls, using the small built-in projector to put an image on the wall of faceless mannequins, the female one wearing a black jacket with white trim and a red plaid pleated short skirt, and the male one wearing a plain black jacket and pants, both with a small school emblem on the right breast. "Our Mistress feels these uniforms are dull and lifeless... they offer no ability to express individuality and little if any to express sexuality. She'd like you to eliminate the uniforms and allow students to wear what they like."\n\n<hr>\n[[Eliminate the uniforms.|HelenJP]]\n\n[[Keep the uniforms.|HelenJP6x1]]\n\n[[Alter the uniforms.|HelenJP2x2]]

You consider for awhile, then shake your head. "Getting rid of the uniforms is too much of a change all at once, parents might start getting upset."\n\nRyoko raises a pencil-thin black brow. "Then you're not going to do as our Mistress wishes...?"\n\n"Our Mistress," you reply placidly. "Wanted the students to be able to express themselves, and probably wants them to show off a bit more. Allowing them to choose whatever they like to wear is just as likely to backfire on at least the second front." You consider for a moment, then nod. "We'll make some alterations to the girls' uniforms... thinner material for the jackets, more form-fitting, and we'll shorten the skirts a little. We'll find some excuses to get the students into more situations where they might put wear and tear on their uniforms... nature hikes, helping clean up around town, that sort of thing... and slip in the replacements as they buy them. If anyone notices the difference, we'll just say we've changed manufacturers and that must account for it. We'll also remove the restrictions on hair accessories, jewelry, and the types of legwear and undergarments they can wear. It's a bit more permissive, but since we're keeping the uniforms we should be able to get away with it."\n\n"I see." Ryoko looks thoughtful now, actually nodding a bit, before she prompts, "And the boys?"\n\n"We'll let them wear the uniform jackets how they please, and similarly remove the restrictions on accessories and jewelry." You consider, then smile a bit. "And no more banning boys from wearing makeup. I always thought that was a little sexist anyway."\n\n"Very good," Ryoko chirps, apparently quite pleased with your decision after all. "Now, the second matter our Mistress wished addressed was how detention is handled at this school. Currently any student who misbehaves is sent to a room after school where a teacher on duty that day reads one of several prepared scripts lecturing them on proper behavior."\n\nYou wince at the very thought of that dullness. It certainly seems like a punishment, but doesn't sound very effective, and is probably just as punishing for the teachers as well.\n\n"Our Mistress has suggested that detention be eliminated entirely, possibly replaced by mild scoldings at the time of infraction simply to keep the parents happy."\n\n<hr>\n[[Eliminate detention.|HelenJP]]\n\n[[Alter detention.|HelenJP2x3]]

"Eliminating detention entirely seems like a bit much," you admit after some thought. "Individuality is important, but so is being able to discipline students who actually need it."\n\n"You're keeping the old detention, then?"\n\n"God no. I wouldn't even if I weren't making any other changes." You shake your head. "Instead, let's leave detention up to the teachers."\n\n"The teachers will decide?" Ryoko echoes a little dubiously.\n\n"Individuality can be taught by example as much as anything else," you point out. "If we want students to have freedom and develop as individuals, we have to give the ones who are teaching them some freedom and individuality as well. Let the teachers know that any infractions of the school rules are theirs to punish as they see fit, within reason of course... no canings or beatings or anything like that. They will have to administer the punishment themselves though, so if a teacher wants a student to have after school detention, they need to be ready to give up their afternoon to oversee it."\n\nRyoko looks thoughtful for a moment, then nods. "Fair enough, and something to build on as well. And certainly, the teachers in our inner circle will be quite delighted by this. Speaking of the staff and our 'acquaintences', that is the next item on the agenda. At least a third of the staff here is old and traditionalist, and most of the others follow their lead. Our Mistress was of the mind that you would announce a swathe of firings, replacing almost all of the teachers... with ones loyal to our ideals, of course. You would get some heat for this, no doubt, but it would likely blow over soon enough." Slowly, Ryoko's dark lips quirk up in a small smile. "But, I would guess that you have an alternative...?"\n\nYou'd certainly like one. You're not exactly eager to see the school staff flooded with more of Katsuko's agents... you'd have even less ability to make your own decisions, being reduced to little more than an advisory position on what should be done in a school that was supposedly going to become yours to run as you saw fit. Then again, it would mean even less work for you, and you have the feeling that you'd be able to make even grander, more sweeping changes after a fairly short period, as opposed to the gradual path you're on now.\n\n<hr>\n[[Accept the agents.|HelenJP]]\n\n[[Alternative.|HelenJP2x4]]

"You only offered this to me after I said I forgave you," you say slowly. "If I'd said I didn't, would you have just left me?"\n\n"I would have done my best to help you in other ways, but no, I wouldn't have offered you these chances to fix your injuries. You have to understand, it's nothing personal," he hurries to add, raising his hands. "I wouldn't have withheld it from you because I was insulted. But any one of these treatments will effectively turn you into a superhero. Even if you were to try to live as normally as you could, you would have abilities far beyond anyone else alive, abilities that could harm other people with relative ease. I had to make sure that you weren't someone who would hold onto bitterness or be driven by hatred before I could give you such abilities."\n\nYou mull that over for a moment, then sigh. "You had to be sure I was worthy."\n\n"I wouldn't like to phrase it that way, but I suppose it's accurate enough. I also liked that you saw and understood what I did when I threw away the robot's arm."\n\n"Where did that thing end up, anyway?"\n\n"In low Earth orbit. I went and got it later and did a reentry burnup."\n\n"Oh. I thought you guys threw things into the sun."\n\n"Even if I was quite that strong, that would take a lot of careful calculations," he says in bemusement. "I just do my best to keep track of if there's any spaceflights that day and keep an eye out for planes before I throw. But like I said, the fact that you noticed it, and approved, also told me that you'd be a well-chosen recipient of these treatments. While I'd definitely like to help you for your own sake, in truth I was also hoping to find someone who would use their new abilities to help others."\n\nYou ponder that, not answering immediately.\n\n<hr>\n[[Other questions.|FemPalladium1x5]]

... Oh, right. It's not just people who need fresh water, you remember as you look around the area hoping to see any other survivors. Animals need fresh water too... including the big predators you've so far not seen any sign of. But if you were going to run into one, it would probably be here, yeah? \n\nSo you take a good long time staring into the grass, bushes, and trees around the edge of the pool, trying to spot any telltale signs of a lingering big cat or snake or whatever else might inhabit a jungle. Eventually satisfied that there's nothing there, you move forward out of the treeline and onto the banks of the pond, kneeling down and quickly scooping up some of the water. Oh, it tastes so good! It's even pleasantly cool! After a moment you can't quite help yourself and plant your hands on the ground, leaning forward to put your mouth right in the water to gulp at it.\n\nSomething abruptly pokes your jutted-out and defenseless pussy, and with a yelp you leap forward in reaction, winding up splashing in the water. Spluttering and gasping, you manage to roll onto your back and sit up, eyes wild as you look for the perpetrator... only to see a giggling, brown-skinned form holding a spear, one hand over its mouth.\n\n"Jesus, Mikori!" you shout in frustration, swinging a hand through the water to send a splash at your fellow cheerleader.\n\n"Sorry, couldn't resist." Mikori grins impishly at you, winking one of her red eyes. She's released her usual quad-tails style in favor of a single long ponytail, perhaps wanting to simplify it. She's also completely naked, pert breasts with dark nipples as bare as her smooth crotch, her skin having a light sheen of what you assume is sweat. "You did good checking for predators, but you forgot what I said about putting yourself in a vulnerable position while drinking."\n\nYou blink a few times, suddenly recalling that it was, indeed, Mikori who gave you and a few of the others some survival tips one day. You get to your feet, a little mollified at that memory, and step out of the pond. "Mikori, have you seen anyone else? Where are we? And why are you naked?"\n\n"Starting with the bookends, no, not yet, and because my uniform got pretty shredded in the crash and was soaked with seawater besides, I washed it out and hung it up to dry nearby. I spotted you and hid a bit, just to see what you'd do."\n\nSighing at your squadmate's penchant for mischief, even in this sort of situation, you press on. "I barely even remember what happened."\n\n"I feel mixed up too, which is kind of weird, I don't think I've been hit on the head," Mikori answers with a frown. "But I remember there was a storm, and this flash of purple lightning that I think hit the tail of the plane. Then we dropped, and I woke up here. As to where this is... it's definitely not normal."\n\n<hr>\n[["Psh, tell me about it!"|SKMI]]\n\n[["Wait, what do you mean?"|SKMI1x3]]

"Wait a second, I knew this was weird because we weren't passing over the ocean, but you sound like you mean something more specific," you say with a frown. "How exactly do you mean, 'weird'?"\n\nMikori hesitates, then beckons you to follow her, pert brown butt flexing lightly as she trots off towards another side of the pond. You follow her over to a bush where she's laid out what's left of her uniform... her sports bra, the tattered skirt (which looks more like a loincloth once she's got it on), and the baggy socks which she's turned into a pair of arm wraps. Picking up her improvised spear, she turns back to you. "Okay, so, first of all, this looks like a typical jungle, right?"\n\n"Yeah, I guess?" you answer, glancing around.\n\n"Except nuh-uh. I've done a lot of traveling with my parents, and hiking through remote places is a thing we do. That..." She says, pointing to one of the plants. "Is native to the Caribbean. This bush, though, that's seen most often in Hawaii, same with a lot of the flowers I've seen. Oh, except for the Japanese lily growing up there," she adds, turning and pointing her spear partway up the cliff the waterfall's cascading down. "Which doesn't even count all the stuff I can't identify."\n\nYou open and close your mouth, then take a look around. Obviously you don't have Mikori's experience, but now that she says it you do notice that some of the greenery doesn't seem to quite... match.\n\n"It's not just the plants, I've seen birds from two different continents and three different islands, an iguana, and what I'm pretty sure was a kangaroo mouse," Mikori continues, shaking her head. "There's a blackberry bush I've been eating from, right underneath a coconut tree."\n\n"Are you saying this place is... what, artificial? Someone made it and stocked it with a bunch of things that don't belong together?" you ask, frowning deeper.\n\nMikori opens her mouth, hesitates again, then shrugs. "I'm honestly not sure. There's more weirdness that I've noticed, but... you should probably hear it later, after you've had some time to rest and calm down. I've found what I think would be a good place to take shelter, we should go there and spend the night. In the morning we can talk about it a bit more."\n\n<hr>\n[[Defer to Mikori's experience.|SKMI]]\n\n[[Demand an explanation now.|SKMI]]\n\n[[Insist on looking for the others.|SKMI]]

That's right, you can't do much of anything or survive for very long without finding fresh water. It's way too hot out here and you've been submerged in salt water... even if rescue only takes a day or so, you might die without something to drink. Plus hopefully other people will realize the same thing... you might find someone else who survived there too!\n\nYou approach the jungle, hesitating a little bit at the dimness under the canopy of the trees. But you doubt you'll find anything right on the beach, and even if you could, staying out under that sun will just dry you out faster. Taking a deep breath and squaring your shoulders, you set off into the jungle, trying not to pay attention to your wet skirt brushing against your bare ass as you do.\n\nLuckily, 'dim' is about as bad as it gets... the trees don't grow thickly enough to blot out all the sunshine. But otherwise it really is just like the jungles you've seen on TV... there's the sound of birds, the buzzing of insects (oh please no mosquitos), but luckily no roars or anything like that to indicate predators. You keep a wary eye out both above and below for snakes, at least as well as you're able. But some time after the dull roar of the ocean has faded, you hear another steady, crushing drone of water. 'A waterfall?' turning to adjust your course, you soon spy the source of the sound through the trees.\n\nYeah, that's a waterfall alright! Very pretty one, crashing down over several stone landings to pour into a large, rippling pool that snakes off several little streams through the jungle. You sigh in relief at the sight of not only what smells like fresh water, but clear and flowing fresh water, since you recall those as being important too.\n\n<hr>\n[[There was one other thing to remember, wasn't there?|SKMI1x2]]\n\n[[Soooo thirstyyyy!|SKMI2x1]]

There's just way too much about this tournament that's a huge mystery to you, and it's got you seriously curious to know more about what's going on. Immortality? Magic? You have to know more if you're going to be involved in this.\n\nWhile everyone's milling about, you take the opportunity to fall in with a large clump of people, using them as cover until the group passes a doorway near the one Ji Kulao left by, thinking you spot a passageway heading in the same general direction as those stairs. You're fairly certain you're right as, after a few turns of sticking to the shadows, you find the stairs... or, well, admittedly, they could be an entirely different set, you're not sure how you're supposed to tell different sets of old stone stairs apart. But it smells kind of like old man in here, so you're pretty sure. You stick close to the wall, hurrying past the little bright areas lit by torches on the walls and then keeping slow and steady through the shadows.\n\nUnfortunately, you never do get another glimpse of your mysterious host by the time you arrive at an intersection. It splits off in multiple ways... one angles a bit downwards, you're not sure where it goes, though there's a sort of musty, wet smell. Dungeons of some sort? Maybe exactly the kind of place someone would keep secrets? Two other ways have the smell of food coming off of them, though one smells much more strongly of burning wood and cooking meat, and from the other you can faintly hear conversation. The other hallway ends in a pair of large doors... they'd be risky to open, but they definitely look important, like some sort of library or maybe even... treasure room? ... It's not like you'd steal anything, you're just curious about all these supposed riches that can be gained.\n\n<hr>\n[[Dungeons?|HellKore]]\n\n[[Kitchen?|HellKore6x2]]\n\n[[Dining?|HellKore9x1]]\n\n[[Library?|HellKore]]

There's definitely way too much going on in there right now. You glance around the passageway, and find a nice little alcove where the torchlight doesn't reach. Backing into it, you settle down, hoping to wait out the kitchen staff. Surely they won't be cooking <i>all</i> night?\n\nThough it certainly seems like they might be, as you wait and wait. At least watching the <strike>p</strike>big chef snap at his subordinates is kind of entertaining in its own way, a bit like some reality show. Though you certainly get more than you bargained for when one of the men drops a large tray with a roast goose on it, and the chef wheels on him, snapping out "You <i>donkey</i>!"\n\nThe servant immediately gives a frightened bray... literally, the sound that comes out of him not human in the least. His eyes widen as his face pushes outward, starting to take on the appearance of a muzzle, while the rest of his body bulges, especially around the middle, the clasps of his shirt snapping off as his chest and stomach bloat and take on a rounder, more barrel-like shape. His pants rip as his hips and ass grow, the man dropping forward onto all fours as his legs change shape, dropping him forward onto arms that have also shifted, fingers melding together and nails growing thick and black. He brays in fear as greyish fur spreads across his skin and his ears stretch and elongate, tapering to points above his head as his black hair grows into a ridge of mane running down his lengthening neck. In mere moments, he's become an actual donkey, which one of the other servants walks over to and fastens bit and bridle on, leading him away out of the kitchen.\n\nWell. That would seem to settle the question of whether there's magic going on. You sit quietly in shock as the normal function of the kitchen resumes, as if this were something that happened all the time.\n\nEventually, another servant enters from the doorway the donkeyfied one was led through. "Chef, the fresh meat has been unloaded from the boat."\n\n"Hmph. Chicken," the chef grunts, thunking his massive knife into the wooden block and walking away from it. "Probably all too stringy like last year."\n\nThe rest of the servants go around setting things aside and generally getting the kitchen tidied up a bit, then follow after their leader through the door. You wait a few minutes, but it doesn't sound like any of them will be coming back anytime soon. Slowly you creep out of your little alcove and into the kitchen proper, walking over to the place where the transformation occured. There's not exactly a ton of evidence, but you do see some scuff marks that conform to where his hooves moved, just to help confirm you didn't imagine the whole thing. So yeah, definitely some next-level shit going on. Speaking of which...\n\nYou head over to the rack of bubbling bottles, eyeing the labels beneath each little nook. They're in Chinese, as might be expected, but luckily you know a fair bit of the language. You admit to some disappointment over the fact that all of them you read seem to have pretty mundane names, despite their appearance... they appear to be flavorings or extracts, to judge by the labels. So they're really nothing more than standard cooking ingredients, despite the odd appearance? Well, you guess if you had magic, you'd probably use it for some fairly mundane stuff too.\n\nAfter a moment you notice the smell. At first you'd just thought it was a normal kitchen smell, but the longer you stand there the more intense it gets. No, it definitely has to be coming from the bottles... they smell like what they're labeled as, and it's seeping into your nose and mouth in a way that's almost literally intoxicating. Your mouth feels a strange mixture of dry and watering as you pick out all the different scents... they're almost sexual in the way they stoke your senses.\n\nYou have to drink one. You have to! Just... which one?!\n\n<hr>\n[[Essence of Beef.|HellKore]]\n\n[[Essence of Chicken.|HellKore]]\n\n[[Essence of Pork.|HellKore]]

"This all seems like it could be really useful technology, and help a lot of people. Why don't you let everyone benefit?"\n\n"Well, as I said, most of these treatments are effectively giving someone superpowers. While a lot of people would do good with them, there would be a great temptation for many to do evil, or to simply hurt others or damage things by being careless." He shakes his head, the little curl of dark hair on his forehead wagging. "As to the technology, I let as much as I reasonably can out... the things I don't think can be weaponized with little to no effort. You've probably seen some of them around Palladium City, like the cleaning robots. When I've made as sure as I can that it won't cause destruction and death, I release new technologies there, as a sort of testbed. At least if something goes wrong there, I can track it to its source or stop it as soon as possible. Things move out from there slowly, but they'll get to the rest of the world eventually."\n\n"And you're okay with taking it so slowly?"\n\n"If you're asking if I've ever lost a night of sleep thinking I should hand over tissue regenerators to every hospital in the world, I wish I could say I haven't, but I'd be lying." His shoulders actually slump. "But even something as beneficial as those can, literally with the press of a few buttons, be turned into an absolutely horrible weapon. A deliberate miscalibration, and the beams that normally regenerate tissue to its healthy state would instead corrupt the cell structure and put it into a state of hyperactive growth."\n\nYou try to remember enough of your science class to parse all that, then actually feel yourself pale. "Are you saying that you can't give society a healing ray without also giving it a <i>cancer gun</i>?"\n\n"At present, yes. I and others are trying to figure out how to do so without the risk, or at least minimizing it, but unfortunately at the moment there's no way to remove the tissue regenerator's inherent ability to be weaponized without also rendering it effectively worthless as a medical device."\n\n<hr>\n[[Other questions.|FemPalladium1x5]]

You'll just hop in the group chat and ask people to send you suggestions. Some of your friends also have younger siblings, after all, or siblings, or just have good ideas sometimes, so why not?\n\nEventually you start getting back replies, either in the group chat or in private. One suggestion is to [[take him camping|SweetBro]]... well, you guess that's possible. Not your <i>favorite</i> thing in the world but not your least either. Another suggests a link to a place you can [[buy a bunch of anime|SweetBro]] that you could watch with him, which... honestly you'd rather go camping, but admittedly a big box of DVDs is less likely to give you a rash, you guess.\n\nAnother suggestion is to [[take him clothes shopping|SweetBro]]... dooooesn't seem like something he'd be into, you think as you realize the one making the suggestion actually has a little sister. But then you never know, maybe you could try and get him into it? Somebody else offers to [[run a tabletop roleplaying game|SweetBro]] for you and him... huh. That... could be interesting? Not your interest but you can make an effort!\n\nThen there's one that you get that has you flabbergasted.\n\n'You should totally [[dress sexy for him|SweetBro]].'\n\n'What??????' you send back, after fighting the temptation to just outright block the person who sent it.\n\n'It's not like you have to actually DO anything. But c'mon it's totally popular among young boys to have a crush on their big sister. It's like a right of passage or something. Just indulge him and let him see you go around being all sexy for awhile that's all.'\n\n'That's messed up!!'\n\n'Nah it's harmless trust me. Plus it will make him super obedient and eager to please.'

Leslie's always fun to hang out with, yeah. The two of you definitely don't look like you'd be friends... you on the tall side and rocking at the very least goth-lite pretty much all the time and pale enough to look that way no matter what you wear, her petite and blonde and tan and toned, the quentessential tomboy. Despite that the two of you are pretty much best friends, so you're not exactly shocked when it takes all of one text message from both of you to agree to you coming over.\n\nShe lives decently close so the walk to her place doesn't take too long, and soon the two of you are flopped in her room, Leslie in her desk chair and you on the side of the bed. She's dressed similarly to you, just in regular blue denim cutoffs and a white tanktop. "So what exactly are we gonna do, since we've decided to do whatever it is together?" she asks with a grin. Her hair's a bit fluffy today, almost reaching down the middle of her neck, longer than she usually keeps it. "Are we gonna go outsiiiiide?" she teases, wiggling her fingers at you in mock-threat.\n\nYou poke your tongue out at her, then grin. "Maybe. Hmmmm... well... we could..."\n\n<hr>\n[["... go to the mall."|GGLes]]\n\n[["... go to the pool."|GGLes]]\n\n[["... go to the lake."|GGLes]]\n\n[["... go to the library."|GGLes]]\n\n[["... bother your neighbor."|GGLes2x1]]\n\n[["... fool around."|GGLes]]\n\n[["... fool around, like usual."|GGLes1x1]]

Fairly frantic, you race upstairs still bottomless and damp, only pausing to wipe your hands... you're not sure how demon-connected this thing really is, but you don't want to risk "offending" it somehow by getting pee on it. You start flipping through, forcing yourself to calm down enough to start parsing the odd language properly again.\n\nYou do eventually find various sections dealing with curses, and with paying debts to demons. The latter seems a little more pressing, so you start reading up on how to potentially get the thing off your back.\n\nAlright, so, it looks like with the sort of demon you summoned, the payment it wants is pretty obvious... life. The way the book talks doesn't make it clear if it's some sort of actual soul offering or what, but it does say that in a pinch animals will work... but that if your offer is deemed insufficient in the demon's eyes, while it technically might accept it in payment, it could still punish you in some other way. \n\n'So what, I sacrifice a chicken to it and it lifts the curse, but it fucks me over a different way?' you think, frowning. ... Well, if it was a one-time punishment or something and it got rid of the potentially deadly curse, it might be worth it. But the book does go on to say that... well... summoning the demon up and offering an actual human to him is almost sure to appease him. The book natters a lot too about just what sort of human sacrifice is most likely to not just pay the summoning debt but actually gain boons from the demon. (... What? Can't hurt to just be aware of your options while you're researching, right?) It actually kind of dithers back and forth over whether demons like pure, innocent souls or souls "stained with darkness" more... ... maybe it's personal preference, huh? There's also a good bit of talk about how sacrificing someone that... means something to you... is far more likely to appease and please a demon than otherwise.\n\nYou frown a little, not just at the idea, but the wording and phrasing of that section. You kind of think maybe it doesn't <i>just</i> mean someone you love, but someone with some sort of... importance? You reread it a few times and start to think that it means that if someone even just has the potential to be important to you, especially if it would improve your life in some big way, it scores more points with the demon. There's even a reference to a spell somewhere else in the book that would let you identify such people. Huh.\n\nYou pause in reading as your stomach growls. Oh right, you never did eat breakfast. You head downstairs and sort of distractedly get out a microwave meal, zapping it and sitting down to eat, keeping the book well away from it as you keep thumbing through. Then you pause, blinking, glancing down at the meal, then the microwave. ... Huh! Nothing went wrong! Maybe the curse is bogus after all, you think with relief, starting to close the book as you take another bite.\n\n<i>Clunk.</i>\n\n"OW!" you yelp, quickly opening your mouth wide and yanking out a little piece of sharp bone that definitely never should have made it through the grinders that create a 'salisbury steak' patty. You eye it, then the book, then sigh and open it back up. Right, right, you get the hint. The curse will lay off as long as you're actively working to appease the demon, but think about ditching it and it's back to torment-as-usual.\n\nYou're very careful to continue thinking about your options to appease the demon as you eat the rest of your food (also carefully). ... Could you really sacrifice someone important to you to appease it? You guess if you used that spell to find someone who was only potentially important to you, they could be practically a stranger to you and you could get the demon off your back without having to give it, like, a friend or family member. ... Just another innocent human being. ... Or you guess you could always try to give it a less-than-innocent one somehow?\n\nA bit carefully, you turn to the section on curses and what can be done with them, deciding to focus on the book and not mess with anything around you until you're done reading, hoping not to give the curse anything in particular to work with. Hm... the book says that there's not a whole lot to be done about just outright breaking curses, other than to find someone or something of equal power that's willing to do it for you, likely as part of making their own deal. (So great, wind up in debt to a <i>different</i> demon. ... Hm, although the one yesterday did specifically say that the other kinds you could have summoned wouldn't have considered you in debt just for the pleasure of their company, so maybe that <i>is</i> an option.)\n\nIt also says there's a way to essentially make the curse manifest itself and then bargain with it directly. Huh... that's... interesting. So the curse itself has wants and could be bought off? Or you guess it could if you use the spell. Though you notice, after reading past it to find the warning (wild they actually do that shit... ... not that it helped you last time, since you guess you should have read the <i>entire section</i> on demon summoning), that it says that if you manifest the curse and then decide <i>not</i> to appease it, it could get worse or more powerful somehow. ... Fuck, it's already trying to kill you, having made at least one pretty good go of it. (... Two if you assume that jagged little bone could've gotten caught in your throat.) So definitely not an option without risk, especially if you don't like whatever the curse wants it return for fucking off from you.\n\nFinally you see that there's a bit where you could put the curse in an item. This would, apparently, significantly lessen its ability to mess with you like it has been, although then you'd obviously have a cursed item of some sort on your hands. And it notes that cursed items (especially ones you made yourself) can't just be thrown in the trash or tossed down a well or something... do that and they'll just find their way back to you. No, you have to give it directly to someone else, and they have to willingly receive it. Well... at least if you did that, you could leave the curse at home for a while, maybe while you went out and looked for some more permanent solution?\n\nBut obviously you need to do something, or at the very least decide to do something, and fast. As long as you're actively paying attention to the curse it seems to back off, especially if you're considering placating it, it only seems to get <i>particularly</i> active if you try to dismiss its existence and therefore not work to resolve it. But you don't doubt that won't work forever, and you... you cannot <i>live</i> like this!\n\nA little shudder passes through you at the various brushes with pain and death you've had over just the last twenty-four hours. No... no, even if it's painful, or... vile... you have <i>got</i> to do something to appease this demon, or its curse, or... whatever.\n\n<hr>\n[[Sacrifice an animal.|GGMB]]\n\n[[Sacrifice a person.|GGMB]]\n\n[[Search for someone to break the curse.|GGMB]]\n\n[[Manifest the curse.|GGMB8x4]]\n\n[[Put the curse into something.|GGMB9x1]]

"Well, you looked like you were about to drop dead at any time, I figured they'd need a fourth to pick up the slack," you reply with a smirk, propping your chin up on your hand.\n\nHe bristles... literally, you can see his beard fluff out as he huffs angrily. "How dare you speak to me in such a way, you... trollop!"\n\nYour smirk drops into a scowl. Trollop?! Why that...\n\n<hr>\n[["Old prick!"|GGRogueplaceholder]]\n\n[["Senile idiot!"|GGRogueplaceholder]]\n\n[["Broken-down wreck!"|GGRogueplaceholder]]\n\n[["Horse's ass!"|GGRogue3x2]]

You suddenly have the mental image of Zadaan riding you around putting you through horse show tricks, like jumping over fences and doing the high-step, all while laughing mockingly. Your ears lay back as a wave of fury washes over you. Fuck that... you'd rather spend the rest of your life as an animal than put up with that shit!\n\nYou kick back experimentally a few times, but find you can't hit the door. Obviously designed to avoid that. You think for a few moments, then slowly start backing up, pressing your ass against the stall door. You hear a bit of creaking, and press back again, managing a slight rocking motion. You stagger backwards a little as the door's clasp finally gives way, the door swinging open. Backing up a bit more carefully, you turn and make your way out of the barn and onto the city streets.\n\nYou wander around for awhile, trying to find your way out of the city... luckily it's late enough that there aren't many people out on the streets, and none of them seem inclined to try and capture you for themselves. Finally spotting a set of open gates with a road and rolling hills beyond, you break into a trot, your hooves clopping quickly along the cobblestones. The guards look startled, but apparently they're only paid to stop suspicious humanoids, not large, fast-moving animals. Soon you have packed earth under your hooves instead of cobblestones, and eventually you veer off the road altogether, heading off across those rolling green hills.\n\nAround daybreak, you crest a particularly large hill, your mane rustling in the breeze. Honestly, you're almost feeling good after that run. You lift your head, feeling the breeze from the west wash over your hide again and through your mane, your nostrils flaring as you take in the scent. Your enhanced sense of smell catches the scent of other horses... but no leather or wood or oil. So wild horses... your own kind now, you suppose. You could try to live out your life among them, since you've abandoned the guy that claimed he'd change you back.\n\nThe wind changes, blowing strongly across you from the east. This carries the scent of wood and oil and smoke and other things... humans. Or humanoids, at the very least. Maybe there's someone there who could change you back! ... At the very least, maybe someone to keep you safe from predators and make sure you're fed, which you're just now realizing is a serious hazard of being a wild animal. You did just flee servitude... but from a cruel old man who despised you. Maybe it wouldn't be so bad with someone who appreciated you?\n\n<hr>\n[[Go east.|GGRoguePlaceholder]]\n\n[[Go west.|GGRoguePlaceholder]]

"A horse's ass, am I?" the old man growls. You smirk at him, since you seem to have scored a hit, then notice one of his hands moving in an odd way. Before you can react, a strange feeling comes over you... a weird sort of tension grips your entire body. You try to speak, but it's like your jaw's wired shut. You can't even move your mouth! The wizard rises slowly from his seat. "I think perhaps I and the young miss should talk this over outside."\n\n"Zadaan, really, an alley fight?" the human man says with a sigh.\n\n"No fight, we're just going to talk, I mean it," the wizard answers casually, beckoning to you. "Come along, child." You find yourself rising to your feet and following after him, as if some puppeteer were skillfully maneuvering strings to have your body move in a lifelike manner, completely out of your control. You follow Zadaan through the tables and out the back door of the inn, into the dark, rather grimy-seeming, and completely isolated alleyway behind the building, where he stops and turns to look at you, smirking. "I think you need to learn to watch your mouth. But first, you may as well remove those clothes. Wouldn't want anything valuable getting destroyed when I teach you your lesson."\n\nYou feel absolutely outraged by his demand, even moreso as your hands immediately move to obey him, starting to undo the laces of your top. Of course, then his mention of 'getting destroyed' sinks in, and fear mingles with the anger as you're forced to pull open the top and shrug out of it, perky tits giving a slight jiggle, the silvery rings piercing your nipples catching what little light there is and glinting. You proceed to undo your belt and let it drop as well, before unlacing the sides of your pants before sliding them over the curve of your ass, working them down the long, lithe lines of your legs, slipping your way out of them and your boots at the same time, before finally standing naked in front of the old man, unable to even try and cover yourself.\n\nZadaan moves about you, collecting your gear, pausing briefly to run one bony old hand over your defenseless ass and tweak one of the rings, making you want to shudder but unable to even express that. He steps back and spends a moment looking over your things, before tucking them into a pouch at his belt, your clothes, boots, and belt disappearing into a space that should be too small for it. Then he begins murmuring and gesturing with both hands.\n\nYou feel the clench in your gut first, before your muscles begin flexing and moving all of their own accord. The sensation's more strange than painful, but still makes you want to scream as your arms pull out in front of you and begin to change. Your nails turn black and thick, and then begin growing together, your fingers merging, your skin darkening and starting to grow a thicker, coarser layer of hair. They lengthen as your legs begin to change as well, and you find yourself bending forward, your new hooves making a heavy *THNK* noise as they hit the cobblestones of the alleyway. Your torso lengthens and thickens, your round ass bulging with muscle as it becomes powerful, thick flanks, a dense tail of hair sprouting from your tailbone.\n\nYou're forced to accept all this in stoic silence, even as inside a swirl of fear, shock, and maybe a bit of wonder tosses your thoughts about like a storm. You rise up further and further as your legs (all four of them now) get longer and longer, the muscles shifting shape but growing more powerful. You can feel a strange sensation in your crotch, a sort of tickly one around your pussy, before that feeling is gone... and somehow, you sense, so is your female sex. But then you feel an oddly pleasurable pressure, a bulging, pressing out in three different places, two behind and one ahead. The sensation is strong enough that you can focus on it, actually feeling your new cock grow and your balls with it. Once it's finished, dangling long and thick beneath you, you suddenly feel two pinches along the underside of it, and suspect that your nipple rings have reappeared in an entirely different place.\n\nYou feel your face pushing out, your vision changing oddly as the set of your eyes shifts, your neck lengthening and thickening like the rest of you. By the time your hair has shifted to run from the top of your head to all along the back of your neck, the changes have completed... you've become a large, powerful, black stallion (albeit with a blue mane). Zadaan chuckles as he looks you over. "Yes, that's quite the 'horse's ass', hm?" he says dryly, walking behind you and giving you a few heavy pats on the flank. "Perhaps you'll learn a bit of humility serving as my steed. And of course, if you do a good job of it, perhaps I'll turn you back. Eventually."\n\nHe turns and heads out of the alleyway, and you're forced to follow docilely along after him, on four hooves instead of two feet this time. That strange sense of pressure, like a million strings wrapped all around your body, is still there despite the massive changes you've undergone. Plus, you get to feel the distinctly weird sensation (besides walking on all fours with a different muscle configuration) of your cock slowly retracting into your sheath, along with the pair of little bump-sensations that are your piercings nudging against the rim as they go back inside. Zadaan shows you the way to a nearby stable and has you put into one of the stalls, and you can briefly hear him haggling with the owner, apparently to sell his (actual) horse. And then you're left by yourself, standing in the dark, stabled like an animal.\n\nEventually, you feel the strange pressure around your whole body ease, and then disappear. You try moving your legs, and wind up giving a little canter in place. Well, you can move of your own will again, and you don't seem to have any problems working a horse's body instead of your own. You let out a sigh... well, more of a gusty snort, really. A fine mess you've gotten yourself into. You look back and forth... the stall doesn't exactly seem like Fort Knox. It's designed to keep in a tame and saddle-broken horse, obviously... not a horse with a human's intellect. You could probably fairly easily break out of here and escape.\n\nBut where would you go? You'd still be a horse. It didn't sound like this was just going to wear off on its own, you probably need that old bastard to change you back. You have no real way of making yourself known to others... trying to talk just produces various whinnies and nickers. Still, the idea of meekly letting the asshole that did this to you ride around on your back really chaps your (big, black, muscular) ass.\n\n<hr>\n[[Escape.|GGRogue3x3]]\n\n[[Stay.|GGRogue5x1]]\n

"So what's the 'House of Darkness'?" you ask.\n\n"There," she says in a dramatic whisper, turning a bit and pointing to one of the looming dark structures, which does indeed look like a massive Victorian mansion, just in positively insidious-looking black and red paint with a glossiness that somehow reminds you of an insect's shell. "A house where an aaaancient and terrrrible secret is welling up! You might not make it out aliiiive!" she adds with a wiggle of her green fingers and another giggle-cackle. "... But I'm sure you'll have lots of fun trying," she concludes smugly.\n\n"Yeah okay I'll bite on that," you answer with a snort. Apparently she takes that as her cue, since she turns and heads towards the house, beckoning you to follow. There isn't actually a line to jump, that you can see, and yet she still leads you around to the side instead of the apparent main interest. The whole thing really is set up like a house, including with little side porches, and she leads you up one and opens up one of the doors, beckoning again to gesture you inside. You hesitate just briefly, since something feels a little... weird... but since there's nothing obviously sinister you go ahead and step through, taking a look around at the antique furnishings. Huh, looks pretty real, not just cheap plastic reproductions. You turn as you hear the door click, and blink in surprise... the witch is gone, and it looks dark outside. Some sort of tint to the windows that isn't obvious from outside? ... Shrugging, you step forward towards the slightly open door ahead of you, pulling it open and stepping through.\n\nThe next room is small and a bit dim, making you frown slightly as you take a look around. There's nothing but what looks like some sort of fainting couch, with some scraps of cloth and what looks like a mask laying on it, and at the other side a dresser scattered with perfumes, bits of makeup, and a large mirror. You walk over towards the next door, hoping it actually leads to the attraction, then whirl as the other one creaks closed, leaving you almost entirely in darkness. "Hey!"\n\n"<i>Have a care how loud you speak,</i>" a woman's whisper rushes through, nevertheless filling the room.\n\nYou feel a shudder run up and down your spine. Something about that... really didn't feel like it came from speakers. You turn towards the mirror, but in the darkness it's like your reflection is rippling and blurring, faint lines of odd colors playing across the reflective surface. It almost makes it look like it's you... but not you... that's speaking as the words come again.\n\n"<i>You have stepped out of the normal world, as short a journey as it might seem to you now,</i>" the voice continues. "<i>Though it may look and sound and feel like the world you know, you are already on the cusp of much strangeness. Should those who populate this place know you are here not by their invitation, you will not live long to know much of the wonders to be found here, save whatever last one they see fit to show you in your undoing.</i>"\n\n"What?!" you hiss at the cryptic, slightly disturbing leadin. You're trying to convince yourself this is all part of the attraction, but it just... feels way too real in some part of you that you can't define. \n\n"<i>Opposite you rests the garb of a new initiate of the order that oversees this place. If you would pass as one of them with your wits and lies to shield you, you should discard the outer trappings of reality and instead wrap yourself in theirs, or else you must try to pass unseen as you are. Or... simply surrender yourself wholly to this place,</i>" the voice continues placidly, as if it were all the same to her. "<i>Settle into place, close your eyes, and give all that you are and were to sleep, and let yourself become of this place. It would certainly be far less effort and pain. The choice is yours, it would seem,</i>" she adds as the mirror goes almost completely dark, barely even showing any reflection at all.\n\nYou shiver again as you look around. ... Is this really happening? You walk over to the door you came through and try the handle. ... Locked.\n\n<hr>\n[[Demand to be let out.|HoD]]\n\n[[Consider your options.|HoD1x1]]

"I mean, I was kind of hoping to get some quiet time to work on art, yanno?" you point out. "Take the solar panel so I could use my tablet, also just make a lot of paper sketches. Get some drawing time outside of the house to, y'know, increase my range."\n\nYour mother raises an eyebrow in a way that says she suspects that of being bullshit, but on the other hand, you realize what a tempting offer you're dangling in front of her: a weekend of her <i>own</i> privacy and quiet time to work on her art. (Or think about being railed by fourteen werewolves herself, that'd be her own business.) She seems to consider for all of a minute before she says, "Fine, fine. But you be extra careful, and stick to the normal campsites. That's assuming you have anything to go camping with, if your father needs to take everything you'll just have to wait until next week."\n\nBut when your father gets home it turns out he's perfectly willing to let you take the rest of the camping gear as well as one of the tents, saying that he'll just get by with sharing stuff with his friends. While he's packing up his own things, you head upstairs ostensibly to start considering your own choice of clothes, but also to make a decision.\n\nAccording to the little chart in the book, tonight will be the night for "early-comers"... basically sole werewolves beginning to arrive before the true full of the moon to enjoy themselves (running and scampering about the woods, you assume). But the true big-g Gathering will begin tomorrow night. Hm... do you wanna wait for that, you think? After all, since you do actually plan to do some art (maybe some lewd werewolf art, due to being inspired), the true full moon should make for even more spectacular inspiration, even if the actual werewolf gathering is nonsense. \n\n<hr>\n[[Go tonight.|GGMB]]\n\n[[Go tomorrow.|GGMB5x3]]

Druids have a nice mix of support abilities and combat acumen, plus they get animal companions, which is always cool, you decide. You click the class selection, and the character model of the elf changes to have green-tinted glowing eyes and hair, her outfit turning from that gauzy robe into what can only be described as a leather bikini top and loincloth. Still barefoot, too.\n\nYou'd expect to go on to character customization, instead you find yourself staring at a list of traits. So this is the new thing for the big free update? Seems a little puny.\n\n<center>Choose your hero's trait!</center>\n\n[[Friend to Beasts|GGWOWplaceholder]] - Your character has a deep connection to all beasts great and small, and these creatures will show favor to your character. But this care for creatures must be shown by your character regularly, lest they incur nature's wrath. (Sounds like you'll draw less aggro from certain monsters, but in return you've gotta offer up some resources to a ritual or something, or you'll draw more aggro instead.)\n\n[[Close Companion|GGWOWplaceholder]] - Your character's bond to their companion beast is closer than most, beginning right from the start of your character's path to glory. But should you forsake this bond for any other, the consequences could be dire. (So you'd get your animal companion from the start instead of waiting for level ten or whenever, but can't switch it out for another one later? Seems fair.)\n\n[[Heart of the Order|GGWOWplaceholder]] - Your character is a member of the Order of the Worldheart, the cross-faction coalition of druids. However, should your character neglect their duties, they may lose their membership... and such a thing is not lightly set aside. (So you get to join an extra player area, probably with exclusive vendors, but if you don't do the quests you lose out and maybe get special enemy spawns or something.)

"Oh, not really," you answer in a philosophical tone. "I guess I'm getting to where it isn't as much fun to go to parties and stay out late."\n\n"C'mon, you're not like ancient or anything," Selina scoffs. \n\n"No no, it's true," you reply with an easy laugh. "I may not be 'ancient' but still, you get to a point where you don't want to stay out 'til all hours. Don't want to turn into a pumpkin!"\n\n"Yeah, well I-" Felicity starts, pausing to sip her pumpkin punch, then smacking her lips a little. "Huh, that tasted a lot stronger."\n\nYou and Selina obligingly take a sip of your own drinks and then make surprised noises. "Well, it's a mix, maybe it took time to properly blend."\n\n"Do you think that's..." Selina trails off, then makes a face. "Actually it's really kind of a strong aftertaste too, huh? Like, everything tastes like pumpkin."\n\n"Totally." Felicity answers. Then she blinks, realizing that you and her friend are both staring at her. "... What? What is it?"\n\nThe reason both of you are staring is that she's steadily turning orange. It's a pale color of it at first, but it stands out more against her furry black bikini, casting her even more obviously into stark Halloween colors. She glances down at herself, and yelps in shock at the sight of her orange skin, then looks up and yelps again, pointing frantically at you and Selina. You look down at your hands and find out that they too have turned orange.\n\n"Holy crap, what's it doing to us?!" Selina blurts, only to suddenly moan as she staggers to her feet, you and Felicity jumping up along with her. Selina clutches her belly with both arms... as it steadily begins to bloat and expand beneath the snug black fabric of her witch dress. You let out a sharp gasp as you can feel your own stomach swelling, clutching it with both hands as it starts to grow. Since Felicity has nothing hiding her own belly, you can actually see it growing as she clutches at it, the skin there taking on a smooth, waxy appearance with faint dimples, parts of it expanding outward further to leave it with faint, broad ridges. A moment later your dress splits open in front, spilling out your own stiff, expanding stomach and its firm, smooth ridges.\n\n"Oh God, what's..." Selina gasps out as her own dress stretches further and further up, riding up enough to show her snug black panties on her now orange hips. "What's happening to...?!" Then the dress splits much as you did, sliding to the sides of her belly, and she shrieks some as she looks down. "It's a pumpkin!"\n\nYour brain had been trying to reject the idea, but it quickly becomes obvious that that's exactly what it is. You stagger and wobble as your growing pumpkin-belly gets larger and heavier, until you topple forward and land on it with a loud thud, soon followed by two slightly smaller ones as Selina and Felicity, too, can no longer support the weight. Your dress continues to tear open with the steady growth and expansion of your belly, and now your hips and boobs as well, which come spilling out of your top, a rich orange color and taking on pumpkin ridges and shapes. Felicity's bikini bottoms snap open as her ass and hips change, flashing her bare, surprisingly wet pussy, her bikini top the next to go as her own pumpkin-tits expand and grow.\n\n"No, no, I don't want to be a pumpkin!" she protests with a despairing moan as she looks over at Selina and you similarly losing your panties, your witch dresses splitting off completely, leaving the three of you naked as you swell and expand further. "But why does it feel so good?!"\n\nYou can't really argue with her, partly because the pleasure you're feeling running through you has kept you from more than a few token struggles and moans of protest. It feels good to have your belly-bottom pressing against the floor, it feels good to have your fat pumpkin tits getting heavier and sliding further down your body, pleasure is running through your waxy skin and the stringy wet strands and seeds that more and more make up your insides. You run your hands mindlessly over the sleek, almost squeaky-smooth pumpkin skin of your belly as your feet are lifted off the floor, toes dangling in the air, arousal running down the waxy orange skin of your pumpkin-belly where it juts out below your thighs. You can feel a pressure in your back, and from watching the girls as they change, you know it must be the stem growing up from your back, thin, curling green vines starting to grow outward from it, tickling along your body as they sprout broad leaves on their way down.\n\n"Turning into a pumpkin," Selina groans faintly as her arms and legs start to darken, turning brown and rough-textured, like thick stem-vines connected towards her shrinking central body. "I'm... a pumpkin..."\n\n"We turned into pumpkins," Felicity agrees with a whimper, as if still somehow disbelieving, even as her head sinks slowly into her bulbous lower body and disappears, her pumpkin-tits settling to the ground at her base.\n\n'It's not even that late,' you think distantly as you can feel your own head slowly sinking into your rind, your last view that of your fellow pumpkins sitting in the living room.\n\n<hr>\n[[Game Over.|HollyOct4axEnd]]

"I think we should go to Fast Felipe's Fabulous Funland," you announce with a grin, glancing around.\n\n"But, like, didn't that place close down <i>years</i> ago, man?" Skinny asks with a blink, as if worried he might have some large amount of missing time.\n\n"Yeah, there were a lot of rumors about the owner of the franchise going crazy while he was building it, putting in a ton of weird and inappropriate stuff, and a bunch of unsafe attractions made by his weird scientist friend," you reply, waggling your fingers. Ted and Tanya are starting to look practically giddy at the idea of a creepy, weird abandoned amusement park, while Skinny looks as mournful as ever. "There's lots of urban legends about people going missing there, the attractions moving by themselves at night, lights and laughter, all that jazz."\n\n"Sounds like a plan!" Ted says excitedly. It's pretty clear that he couldn't care less whether there's anything paranormal there, he just wants to see it. That's okay, you're pretty much in the same boat.\n\n"I dunnoooo, maaan, isn't that like, trespassing? You know how my probation is, man..."\n\n"Reh reh, robrashun!" Wooly huffs, looking up at his master with obvious concern.\n\n"You know, there's probably still working cotton candy machines and stuff," you muse aloud, both scrawny man and brawny dog perking up at that.\n\nAn hour later, the Monster Magnet is rumbling across a broken, pitted parking lot to pull up to the front gate of Fast Felipe's Fabulous Funland. The front gate and turnstiles are fashioned out of a large statue of the namesake character, though the years of absolutely no upkeep have not been kind to it. Its eyes have bleached completely white in the sun, and the rest of the colors have run and streaked and cracked and pealed with light and rain, leaving it looking rather zombie-esque. Looking past it at the park's interior, you find yourself thinking it looks more like a circus that put down semi-permanent roots rather than a proper amusement park, just to judge by the simplistic attractions and gaudy, hand-painted exteriors.\n\n"I don't like this, maaaan," Skinny whimpers, desire for looted snacks apparently briefly forgotten in the face of actually being here. "I mean, aren't they supposed to try really hard to board these places up and, like, manage their liability or something?"\n\n"Not something this company's known for," you comment dryly. "I've heard they don't even pay security for their restaurants very well, no way they're gonna bother with something like this that they've washed their hands of."\n\n"This is gonna make a great blog entry," Ted enthuses, and you silently agree. "Okay, gang, let's split up!"\n\nYou sigh. "Why do we <i>always</i> have to split up?"\n\n"We can do more damage that way. I mean, get more pictures faster."\n\n<hr>\n[[Encourage everyone to stick together.|WilmaFunPlaceholder]]\n\n[[Fine, go off on your own.|WilmaFun4x1]]\n\n[[Girls night out! Stick with Tanya.|WilmaFun1x1]]\n\n[[You kinda promised Skinny cotton candy, maybe help him look for some.|WilmaFunPlaceholder]]\n\n[[Tag along with Ted anyway.|WilmaFun]]

You can always terrorize them later. Especially if they wind up lowering their guard! For now, though, you put some work into this dumb Pathfinder character thing so you might as well actually get some use out of it. You raise a hand and wiggle it, showing off your perfect nails. "Hello, I'm Layla. I wanted to try playing this game thing." Hm. That... actually wasn't too difficult. There's some disbelieving glances exchanged, and not much relaxing, but no one's bolted from the room yet either. \n\n"Layla put together a first level character last night, when I thought I was gonna have tonight to run her through some solo missions, but since everyone's ready we'll just throw her into the fray," Sima explains as the two of you sit down. "Now, I will be going a bit easy on her as we power level, but I still expect all of you to act in-character, and make allowances as appropriate, alright?" At a series of nods around, Sima turns to you and holds out a hand. "Here, Layla, let me take a quick glance at your sheet to make sure it's all good. What class did you wind up picking?"\n\n"Oh, I decided on a-"\n\n<hr>\n[["-barbarian."|MeanSima]]\n\n[["-fighter."|MeanSima]]\n\n[["-sorceress."|MeanSima]]\n\n[["-wizard."|MeanSima]]

"Hey, that's mean, don't call my dick gross," Cocoa says with a pout as you reel back. "Dicks aren't gross, they're super fun! Here, you'll see!" she adds as she grips the medallion again.\n\n"Huh?! Hey, wait!" you blurt, but then the change is coming over you again. It feels much more intense this time, even though it's all concentrated in your crotch, and you hunch forward giving a little shocked mewl noise as something bulges forth. The change is rapid, your brand new shaft practically spilling forth against your hands, long and thick and pink, albeit at least human-shaped. You can feel an extra weight dragging against you as a pair of heavy balls covered in white fur drop from the base of the shaft, where it's also wrapped in a ring of white fur. It's only a matter of seconds until you have a very large cock arcing out half-hard from your crotch. "Stop putting stuff on me!" you wail, turning and fleeing in a half-panic.\n\nYou're not even sure how long you spend running, but at least you're still in town by the time you stop to catch your breath, panting and leaning against the wall with one hand. ... Just great. That crazy weirdo girl has turned you into a... well, also a weirdo girl! You're all fuzzy <i>and</i> with a dick! You look down at it with a scowl, noticing that it's now... fully hard. And aching a little. Without really thinking one of your hands starts to wander towards it, moving as if to wrap around it, before you realize what you're doing and yank your hand back. Panting a bit again, you force both of your hands away, trying not to pay attention to a fresh sense of need rushing through your veins and the new feel of a bare, throbbing cock demanding your attention.\n\n'Okay, okay, calm down, think. You're back to the same problem, but at least now you have weapons, kind of,' you think, raising your hands and curling your fingers, seeing your claws slip out and almost glint in the wan light. 'It doesn't seem as dark as it was, I can probably see better now, and I think maybe I'm faster and stronger? Okay, so these are pluses, even if the rest is bullshit and freaky. I can do something now for sure.'\n\nOne of your ears twitches, and you lean just a little out of the alleyway. The street is mostly deserted, but there's someone coming. And by some wild stroke of luck, she's wearing an outfit that's almost identical to the one you were wearing when you arrived! She doesn't have a breastplate, meaning her blue dress is free to show off some cleavage, and she's wearing a sort of white shoulder-cap thing, and she has pantyhose instead of stockings (you guess medieval times had pantyhose too), and no bow, but she's even got the same sort of sword! Her blonde hair is shorter and a bit fluffier, and part of it's tied into a little ponytail on one side while the rest is left loose, but otherwise she looks pretty much a match for you size-wise.\n\n... You could mug her. You could totally mug her. She's walking along and looks kind of distracted, you bet it wouldn't be hard at all to take her by surprise. Just haul her into the alley, pow, steal her clothes and sword, and then you'd be off to like, take revenge or find more adventure or whatever.\n\nOr you guess you could ask her for help? That hasn't exactly gone so well so far, but c'mon, at least this one looks like she has a fashion sense and probably isn't nuts like the other one. Actually she looks vaguely familiar, too, might not be the worst thing in the world to chance it.\n\nOr... you could just go after Kaleb and his other jerks this time. Now that you've got claws and are stronger, you bet you could take them by surprise and really give them a thrashing. Yeaaaah... show them some of the humiliation you've felt! Mmf... why is that making your dick throb? Mm... well, maybe you have a few ideas.\n\n<hr>\n[[Mug the girl for her clothes.|LSFight1x11]]\n\n[[Ask the girl for help.|LSFight]]\n\n[[Go look for the jerks.|LSFight]]

No, you've had it! You've been super nice and sweet and polite this entire time and look where it's gotten you! No, it's time to start looking out for yourself! You tried being selfless but oh no, the world wouldn't allow it! Now you're taking!\n\nYou settle into the dark shadows of the alley, crouching and ready. When the other girl walks past, obviously without spotting you, you quickly spring out and grab her, hauling her into the alleyway before she's had time to do more than yelp, actually surprised and rather pleased with yourself at how easy the motion comes to you, like it's completely natural, almost instinctual, your body carrying it out without all that much input from you.\n\nIn fact before you even know it, you've shoved her forward over a crate that was left in the alleyway and are reaching below her skirt to grab the top of her pantyhose and panties and yank them down, baring her ass and pussy. Some part of you tries to call a 'wait, hold up' but all of the rest of you seems to be acting on momentum as you immediately stuff your pulsing pink prick in her pussy, the other blonde giving a shriek and thrashing below you as she's penetrated. All your thoughts dissolve into the sense of pleasure that is having her hot, tight hole wrapped around your sensitive shaft, and without a single bit of hesitation you grab a fistful of her hair with one hand and haul her head back, grabbing the wrist of her sword-arm with the other and pinning it to her back as you start to fuck her.\n\n'Ahhhh, it feels good, it feels goooood,' you not-quite think, more really just wordless impressions in your mind as you pound into her with bestial motions, your tail lashing and your teeth bared in a wild grin. Your tail thrashes, actually helping provide you with a bit of extra balance as you roughly rape your victim, your hips driving into her pert ass forcefully and driving her against the crate. She's still bucking and twisting, her body on instinct trying to fight you, but her eyes have rolled up some and her teeth are gritted, drool running down the side of her chin, obviously overwhelmed by the suddenness and intensity of your fucking.\n\nIt doesn't take long before you let out a happy yowl of your own and shove forward hard, the girl trembling and shuddering as she obviously feels you pumping her pussy full of your load. After a few moments you draw back, your cock slipping out of her, leaving her sex gaping open slightly and completely smeared with thick white cream that starts dripping out and into her panties. ... Tsk, shame those are getting dirty, you wanted to wear them!\n\nYour head clears just a little after a few seconds, and you blink a few times. Well that was... where did that even come from?! You stare down at your handiwork, who you're still holding with one arm pinned, but who's otherwise slumped against the crate, flushed and panting, obviously too overwhelmed to fight back for a moment now that you've stopped. You find you don't feel <i>guilty</i>, exactly, more just shocked at how your apparent animal instincts took over without you even realizing.\n\nHm. ... Oh well! It felt good and you've still got her clothes, you decide, smirking.\n\n<hr>\n[[Knock her out and take her clothes.|LSFight]]\n\n[[Take her clothes and fuck her some more.|LSFight]]

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

You duck easily out of the way of the first swing, slipping around to her side. "Tell you what, I'll take it easy on you," you announce evenly.\n\nYou'll give her this, Ogredrive is actually surprisingly quick at wheeling on you and shifting to short, quick jabs, trying to catch you at close distance. Ah, not just a completely stupid brawler then. In fact as you continue dodging her punches, slipping side-to-side or ducking beneath them, her big red fists whiffing past your twintails or ears or head in general, you notice she's getting faster... not only are her punches coming at you faster and faster, her reaction time to your dodges and pattern are getting better, coinciding with the increased neural activity you can sense in her brain, gradually ramping up as more and more energy fires off. So that's why she's 'Ogredrive'... the more she fights the more overclocked her entire system gets. \n\nDoesn't do her much good when you suddenly go back to flicker-speed and drive your right palm into her stomach. For just a moment the furious flurry of activity all seems to stop, the barest instant of her body going still as it bends slightly, her yellow eyes widening. And then she flies backward, slamming into the wall hard enough to crumple the metal, her bare tits bouncing heavily several times before she comes to a rest.\n\n"Let me guess, 'It's not over'," you remark dryly as she grips the edges of the Ogredrive-shaped indention in the wall and starts to haul herself out.\n\nShe pauses with her mouth already partly open, and the scowl that was already on her face deepens. "I really fucking hate you."\n\n"That won't help you win," you note evenly as she rushes you again, but this time coming in low, using quick hard slashes of her hands, trying to catch you with her claws. Not a bad idea, since you were letting her just barely miss you with those punches a lot of the time. This time you actually respond by tapping your open hands against her wrists or the undersides of her hands, knocking the slashes off course or deflecting them entirely, keeping Ogredrive off-balance as much as anything, waiting for the little red sparks you see flashing in her mind to build up and spill over. And when they do she roars and grabs for your throat with both hands, too enraged to care anymore about how obvious and telegraphed the move is.\n\nYou swat her hands apart, sending them wide and her bent back slightly and off-kilter. You twirl to the side, your twintails flicking through the air, and lightly kick the back of one of her knees, forcing her to drop to both of them. One of your legs swings high in a perfect vertical splits, the crotch of your panties stretching tight over your pussy, before you bring your heel down on the back of her head, sending her chin rocketing to the floor to impact hard enough to dent it. She twitches, obviously stunned, her big red ass jutting up in the air, dark pink pussy framed between powerful legs.\n\n<hr>\n[[Finish the fight.|FemPalV]]\n\n[[Start the fucking.|FemPalV]]\n\n[[Admit her value.|FemPalV5x2]]

"Probably just, y'know... the one time," you answer after a brief hesitation. You're not 100% sure that's the truth but it just seems the best answer. Obviously besides getting all turned-on last night you did have some time to think over the negative possibilities, so at the least you're not planning to rush right out and do it again... ... this week.\n\n"Alright. Um, so, alright, let's..." Your mother clears her throat, then nods. "We just won't mention this again and... that's that. Agreed?"\n\n"Yeah, agreed."\n\nThe two of you spend most of the rest of the day just acting normal. Which is obviously a little forced at first, but, the more you do it the easier it is, so eventually you do start feeling fairly normal. You distract yourself from any lingering thoughts of getting puppy pounded with other things, assuring yourself that over time things will settle back to normal. You had an amazing and... strange first time experience, and you'll leave it at that, you figure, since your mom seems to think that's the best option and you generally trust her judgement.\n\nThat night you've retired to bed as normal (deciding to ignore certain typical bedtime activities to keep your mind off of them) and have almost fallen asleep when you hear a faint creak from the hallway outside. You blink a little, then sit up slightly when you hear another creak closer to the stairs. Sounds like your mother is heading downstairs... but a glance at your clock shows that it's after midnight. She's never been the 'midnight snack' sort of person, that you're aware of, what's she doing up? ... Is she actually upset or something? Should you go check on her?\n\n<hr>\n[[Go.|GGDog15x2]]\n\n[[Stay.|GGDog16x1]]

-Update 1-\n*<b>Main:</b> Ranma can now beg Happosai to [[fuck her|FRanX2x3]] when she's at his mercy.\n*<b>Main:</b> Male start Ranma can now tell Akane to [[suck a lemon|MRanXStart]].\n-Update 2-\n*<b>Main:</b> Cyan can tell the kobold that's not a lizard that she's a [[famous intellectual|GGDog9x1]].\n*<b>Main:</b> Adult male option [[Jack|chargenadultmale]] is now playable, with some tweaks.\n-Update 3-\n* More work on Jack.\n*<b>Main:<b/> Buddy-Mai can now get [[gold sparkles|BuddyFHP6x1]] in the dick gacha. She can also buy the [[Mega Man|BuddyFHP2x2]] or the Centaur from the dick store.\n-Update 4-\n* More Jack.\n*<b>Main:</b> After yielding to futa Mai, Eric can [[ask her to wait|HLMai8x1]].

Yay! December has two of the best holidays of the year! Well, you like 'em all, but c'mon... Christmas and New Year's Eve are both pretty awesome, and there they are right together!\n\nSo what's the date in December?\n\n[[December 10|HollyDecTen]] - Time to start decorating in earnest! That means putting up lights, putting out decorations, and going on a quest for the perfect tree.\n\n[[December 24|HollyXmasEve]] - Christmas Eve! A fire in the fireplace, cookies and milk left out (c'mon, it's tradition), and a long drive to Grandma's House ahead of you tomorrow.\n\n[[December 31|HollyNewYears]] - Time to cut loose and party! Whether you're the hostess or a guest this year, it's sure to be a grand old time, which you may or may not remember come the new year.

"That'd actually be great, thanks," you answer with a small smile.\n\n"Just one sec, I was out here looking for my dog." He turns his head and whistles. "Pounda!"\n\nThere's a rustle, and that damn Husky comes bounding out of the bushes, almost making you yelp and jump in surprise. The guy blinks a bit at your reaction, kneeling down and patting the dog's side. "What, this wasn't the fella who scared you, was it? Pounda's normally so well-behaved..."\n\n"He, uh... he startled me, yeah," you reply just a bit sulkily. It's probably your imagination but you feel like the dog is smirking at you, so you indulge yourself a bit and glare back at him.\n\n"Well, he definitely won't bother you with me here," he says as he clips a leash to the dog's collar. "But as said, this is Pounda, I'm Trent." He stands up, the Husky trotting obediently at his side, tail wagging in a way you can't help but interpret as smug. Still, after a moment you sigh and follow after the two of them. Well that's just great.\n\n"Looks like you've got some twigs and stuff," Trent notes after you've been walking for a few minutes, reaching over to pluck a leaf out of your hair.\n\n"Oh, uh, yeah." You grin a little sheepishly and hold up your somewhat muddy hands. "When Pounda, ah, startled me, I fell over, guess I got a little dirty."\n\n"You can hop in the shower when we get there, then, I promise not to peek," he says with a winning smile that is so winning you totally believe him. Soon the two of you arrive at a rather sprawling ranch-style house with a big black truck and a sleeker black SUV in the driveway. You wonder if it's his parents' place, but when he gets to the door he just takes out his key and heads on in, the house still and silent, and there's no mention of watching out for anyone else. The inside has a very tasteful but "bachelor pad" feel too. "Why don't you use the shower in my bedroom," he suggests, pointing down the hall. "Last door on the right, then on your left."\n\nOh gosh, his bedroom, huh? But you nod and head on in, unable to help blushing as you step into a hot older man's bedroom, and yup there's the bed right there, my it's a big one and covered in sleek black sheets and oh you could definitely see yourself sprawled all sexy in the center of that. Blushing a little and unable to help grinning, you step into the bathroom and close and lock the door (hey, fantasy's one thing) before stripping out of your somewhat dirt-smeared clothes. You blush a little at the sight of yourself in the mirror, your crotch and inner thighs all smeared and glistening with the mixture of girlcum and dogcum smeared around by your underwear and jeans. ... Speaking of. You take a moment to rinse out your underwear, then find a vent to stick them under, hoping they'll dry a bit faster before you turn on the very large, very nice shower and step inside.\n\nYou step beneath the hot water, sighing as it starts rinsing some of the grunge, both physical and mental, off. You rinse your hands off thoroughly before running them over your wet hair, slicking it back. Then you lean back and let the water hit between your legs, mmfing softly as you cup your crotch to let water accumulate, gently rubbing along the outside... and then pushing two fingers in as you feel a last few drizzles of dog cum slip out of you. You can't help but moan lowly, and quickly bite your lower lip to muffle yourself. Still, it does remind you of how good being fucked felt, and it's starting to stoke your arousal again, both fingering yourself and remembering the heat of a long, hard cock pounding into you.\n\nWell... Trent is seriously hot. And he apparently lives on his own and is kinda loaded. Which, y'know, doesn't necessarily make him hotter (that is a lie it totally makes him hotter). Maybe you could, y'know... put on some moves. ... You've never actually put moves on anyone but you are fairly certain you can put on moves if you want to. ... Look you're a hot teenage girl you can seduce a guy. Assuming he likes girls. ... And isn't too afraid of jail. ... Okay you're bordering on talking yourself out of this. What do?\n\n<hr>\n[[Seduce him.|GGDog2x3]]\n\n[[Skip it.|GGDog]]

It's just some idle muttering to herself, you're sure Amana knows what she's doing and can control herself. After all, it's just a bunch of swirling, apparently god-level power that's apparently tinted just right to be claimed by a mortal, being examined by someone with a racial inclination towards evil and grabbing power, what could go wrong?\n\nWait. Shit.\n\nBy the time you've realized your mistake, Amana's eyes have lit up with a not-entirely-sane glee and she's stretched her hands out, both suddenly becoming wreathed in bright, flickering rainbow colors, more of them stretching from the air around the statue and flowing to the coronas around her hands. "Yeeeees!" she howls as her body rapidly shifts beneath her robes, breasts the most obvious as they grow and swell. All of her skin lights up as she lowers her hands, tearing the robes to tatters with a single yank, baring her entire body, her red ass also growing and rounding, becoming more shapely as her legs lengthen, taking on heavily stylized feminine curves. She turns towards you all with a sway of her head-sized-and-still-growing tits, eyes blazing and crackling with hellfire as her horns grow longer and turn a deep, glistening black color like obsidian. Her tongue lolls from between her smirking lips, stretching and lengthening, thinning out some and splitting at the end like a snake's as she flicks it about before drawing it back to her mouth. In the space of two heartbeats, she's become a seven foot tall hypersexualized succubus, a spade-tipped tail flicking behind her as her tits finally finish growing, the huge, heavy orbs hanging halfway to her waist. \n\nThe entire party is shocked, but Bane and Thurkar at least are starting to spring into motion when Amana's hands come back up. There's the barest flick of her fingers, and blazing rings of fire snap into place around everyone's middle and ankles, binding their arms to their sides and holding their legs in place. Several fearful shrieks are let out (including from you) before people realize that the fire isn't actually burning, just holding you in place as if it were metal bands. You see Thurkar straining at his, snarling and lashing about, the fire actually starting to... stretch, for a better word.\n\n"Oh, that pesky draconic spell resistance," Amana says with a dramatic sigh, her voice strange, as if it were echoing just slightly with every word. "I suppose you'll break free in a moment. Luckily, you've got the willpower of a wet parchment, and I can simply go in that way." Smirking (and showing off newly sharpened teeth in the process), she gives her fingers another flicker in Thurkar's direction.\n\n"You'll never break meRRRRRAARRRR!" Thurkar howls as his own eyes blaze red. The fire bands instantly flicker out as his already formidably muscles start to bulge and swell, his body twitching and lurching as he changes. He continues to grow taller and larger, his scales taking on a deep, otherworldly gleam as the muscles they're stretched over continue to grow and shift. His loincloth tents as his obviously rather impressive cock grows erect... and grows as well, already starting to extend out from under the loincloth before the waistband of it snaps and drops to the floor. His cock is mostly human-shaped, emerging from a vestigial scaly sheath above his leathery ballsack... but as you watch it grow, it changes in shape as well, the head tapering to a point and lines of ridges growing along the top and bottom of it as his balls bulge obviously inside their sack. Just as his prick is taking on a slick, shiny red color, another pair of bulges appears in his heavy sack and a second, identical cock pushes out below the first one. Thurkar flexes his massive hands as his feet push up higher, talons digging into the stone of the floor as his back bulges in two places. His face takes on even more inhuman, more obviously draconic features as more horns sprout from his head, and he gives a long, utterly bestial roar as a pair of wings burst from his back and give several powerful flaps.\n\n"There. One demi-humanoid dragon servant, made to order," Amana coos as she eyes her handiwork, Thurkar slumping forward, shoulders and back at an angle that speaks of no pride or thought inside. It's hard to tell with them glowing red, but even then his eyes seem somehow empty and devoid of all thought or feeling. "He's quite lovely, isn't he?"\n\n"Amana, what are you doing?! Snap out of it!" Bane calls.\n\n"Amana <i>please</i>!" Shae adds, tears streaking down her cheeks.\n\n"Psh." Amana gives a dismissive wave of one hand, even that slight motion setting her massive red tits to jiggling. "With the magic I've already taken I'm practically a demigod. Once I finish absorbing the rest of it and turn this treasure towards buying up the necessary magic items, materials, and servants, I really will be one... the goddess of corruption and sex, perhaps," she adds thoughtfully, smiling and putting a fingertip to her lips.\n\n"That's what you're going to betray everyone for? To be an evil goddess of perversion?" you demand, scowling.\n\n"It was so very tiring resisting my succubus heritage all the time, you've no idea," Amana answers with another dramatic sigh that wobbles her boobs, placing the back of her hand to her forehead and tilting her head to emphasize her torment. "I wanted to be taking Bane and Thurkar's cocks every hour of every day, fisting Shae until her eyes rolled up in her head and she begged mommy for more, and you, oh the thoughts that went through my head when I first saw those big bouncing tits and that utterly bare horse pussy and fat black asshole. But I had to play prim and proper Amana, rather than indulge a few simple whims like shoving my tongue in a centaur's asshole and armfucking her cunt. And now, in my new role as goddess, I will seek to make a world where no one ever resists their urges ever again."\n\nShe pauses, then drops her hand and smirks broadly at you. "Speaking of urges, my my... I see what you've been doing lately in your mind now, mmm, it's making my pussy even wetter." She tucks her hand between her legs, her cunt already drooling down her thighs, an audible squishing occurring as she brazenly shoves two fingers into herself. "Poor dear, you know the pain of supressing your perverted desires too. Well you don't have to, Cyan... swear yourself to me, become my very first worshiper. My high priestess. Within a mere few years, you could become a demi-goddess yourself, part of my pantheon. Imagine the big, fat cocks you could get fucked with then... or make to suit yourself, hm?"\n\nYou swallow hard, both in shock at Amana seeing inside your mind and offering such a proposal... and in arousal at the rush of desire and eagerness that passes through you at it.\n\n<hr>\n[[Agree.|GGCentaur7x3]]\n\n[[Refuse.|GGCentaur]]

"Amana's the one who's most skilled with magic, right?" you point out after thinking about it a bit. "Maybe if you look at it a little bit longer you can figure it out, and what we need to do to move it."\n\n"Perhaps you're right, dear. I do see some of the mana pathways moving in recognizable flows," the Tiefling murmurs as she steps a little bit closer to the pedestal. "Quiet, then, if you will allow me to examine it in more detail."\n\nEveryone else falls to silence, though you notice Thurkar shifting impatiently, and Shae doing a bit of nervous fidgeting. Bane, meanwhile, just stands there placidly, watching Amana as she moves back and forth slightly, gaze tracing the air. After awhile the tiefling starts murmuring under her breath as she does, apparently suitably absorbed in her analysis that she doesn't notice she's talking to herself. You're fairly close, and after a bit you start to pick out snatches of what she's saying every so often. You're pretty sure you have better hearing than just about anyone else, so you doubt the others hear what Amana's saying.\n\n"-divine in nature but also linked to the planet, so demi-god perhaps? But-"\n\n"-raw power, raw power tinted with aggression, sexuality, definitely sexuality-"\n\n"-using the idol as a symbolic link, but the power feedback loop is-"\n\n"-yes, it's just a flow, perpetual energy generation by feeding off itself-"\n\n"-raw, untamed, so tempting-"\n\nTempting? Um. That doesn't really sound good.\n\n<hr>\n[[Intervene.|GGCentaur9x1]]\n\n[[Amana probably knows what she's doing.|GGCentaur7x2]]

"Y-yeah, we've got to... control ourselves," you murmur, giving your head a hard shake as you try to focus.\n\n"Mm-hmmm," Yuli grunts, obviously not daring to speak as she bites her lower lip and rubs her thighs together.\n\n"Let's get out of here, we..." You turn towards where Orlin fell, and wince a little at the fact that some of his gear seems to be the only thing left. Apparently being dead when the magic goes off means you don't get protection as a party member. That at least helps to cool your ardor a little as you gather up his things. "We don't want to be around when the Gobberlins that lived overcome their new fear of fire.'\n\n"Y-yes. Yes, let's... let's go." Aerienne says quietly, obviously torn between her desire to adjust the cock she's now sporting so that it's not so obvious, and the fact that touching it only stimulates her further.\n\nThe lot of you do your best to retrace your steps and get out of the cave system quickly, although there's a lot of awkward walking and making of little sexy noises on everyone's parts as they accidentally stimulate themselves... which only stimulates everyone further. It gets harder and harder to keep your head, and several times you have to resort to decidedly unsexy stuff like pinching yourself on the nose to help you keep your head. But eventually you all emerge back into the daylight, your horses still waiting where you tied them up.\n\n"If... if we can make it to sunrise without giving in, the effect should pass," Aerienne explains, though she adds a murmur of 'For the most part' that you decide not to press her on. "So perhaps we should head for that nearby town and purchase rooms at the inn. ... Separate rooms."\n\n"D-dunno if going to town's such a great idea," Yuli almost whimpers, rubbing her thighs together again before she moves over to her pony. "There's, y'know... people there. And stuff. Maybe let's just camp out, by like a stream... a really <i>cold</i> stream," she adds in a mutter.\n\n<hr>\n[[Go to town.|GGMonk]]\n\n[[Camp out.|GGMonk]]\n\n[[Just give in now that you're safe.|GGMonk]]

Is your aunt actually trying to hide that thing, or is it just stuck out of the way? Your curiosity aroused, you move over to the shelf the large footlocker is sitting on and haul it out from behind the coats, undoing the latches and lifting the lid.\n\nAt first you don't really get what you're seeing. It's definitely a lot of straps, and shapes, lots of black with bits of red. Then you realize that you're looking at... bondage equipment? Your face heats as you poke through the chaotically-sorted stuff a bit, trying to figure out what you're really seeing. No, there's definitely several harnesses, and at least two riding crops, but some of it takes a bit more examination to realize what it is.\n\n'Is this... pet play?' you think, eyes widening. You haven't exactly seen much with it, but between internet forums and salacious crime dramas on TV, you've got a general idea of the concept. There definitely seems to be a few items intended for that sort of thing... you see butt plugs with tails coming off of them, and some sort of binders as well as sleeves. Leashes and collars, and some odd muzzles...\n\nGeez, you had no idea Aunt Kelly was so... well, kinky. Despite your shock, you have to admit that between the thrill of delving into such a private aspect of someone's life and the sheer wickedness of what's in front of you, you're kind of... excited.\n\n'You could try something on.'\n\nThe thought pops into your head and colors your cheeks. Well... you guess you could. Not like anyone would ever know...\n\n<hr>\n[[Try on a collar.|SamCl]]\n\n[[Try on a bit gag.|SamCl]]\n\n[[Better not.|SamCl]]

Your name is Holly, and as if that weren't bad enough, you're a natural blonde with a sunny disposition and a big chest. Oh well, aside from constant jokes about how you would if you could and whatnot, life's pretty good. You have a lifestyle blog that's popular enough to not just live off of, but live comfortably, and part of it has to do with your holiday coverage. You love holidays! Practically any of 'em, as long as it's a reason to decorate and/or dress up and have a good time, you're into it! People come flocking to your blog for recipes, decorating ideas, and musical suggestions.\n\nSo it's really just a question of what holiday you're celebrating. Pick your month!\n\n[[February.|HollyFebruary]]\n\n[[March.|HollyMarch]]\n\n[[April|HollyApril]]\n\n[[July.|HollyJuly]]\n\n[[October.|HollyOctober]]\n\n[[November.|HollyNovember]]\n\n[[December.|HollyDecember]]

Tomes, huh? You're intrigued enough to actually look up the Help file on what they are. Ah... apparently, just like you might have thought, they let you learn actual magic spells that you can reuse to your heart's content, as long as you have the MP for them. Sweet! Reading a bit further, it looks like while some Tomes, including pretty much all the ones that you can spawn from the menu, only have one specific spell in them, tomes from the gacha will typically have multiple spells in them, from which you can choose one to learn.\n\nBut wait, that's not all! Apparently <i>Glorious</i>-level tomes come with high level spells that also let you learn all the levels of the spell below that! Which from the sound of it means that if you got, say, a Glorious Tome of Elemental Magic, and chose the fire spell from it, you wouldn't just get the high-level Fire 5 or whatever, you'd also get Fire 1-4. Pretty sweet. (You have no idea if any of that's a thing in this game, you're just fitting it into your own terms. Eh.)\n\nStill, it definitely sounds like the Glorious Tome is worth pursuing. You guess learning magic means that you're setting yourself up to be a monster in your own dungeon, but that's fine, seems more fun that way! You select the 'Glorious Tome' tag, then eagerly hit the big shiny button to initiate the gacha.\n\nIt's super impressive too, forming into a big prismatic circle of light on the floor, which spits out all sorts of neat effects designed to have your brain gibbering in delight and spitting out addictive happychemicals like no one's business. It then shoots the column of light up into the air, the expected rectangular shape forming in the center, before the whole thing sort of 'pops' and leaves a thin book with a shiny, almost mother-of-pearl-like cover slowly turning in midair. You reach out to take it, and read the gold text on the front.\n\n'Glorious Tome of Mind Magic'.\n\n"Oooo," you say out loud, immediately beginning to flip through it. According to the help file, you select which spell to learn by literally ripping out the page with that header on it, so there's no worries about just looking through it. The index lists the different categories of Mind spell schools or whatever you can learn from it:\n\n<hr>\n[['Confusion'|GGDungeon]]\n\n[['Hypnosis'|GGDungeon]]\n\n[['Emotional Manipulation'|GGDungeon]]\n\n[['Memory Alteration'|GGDungeon]]\n\n[['Convincing'|GGDungeon]]

You don't want to have a couple of guards calling for help while the rest of them are busy tearing each other's clothes off. And there are a few other vaguely... uncomfortable... scenarios you can picture. You'd better put this thing down where it's sure to get everyone. You carefully wiggle your way forward until you're closer to the vent, and can carefully lift it and set it aside. Peering down, you take a look at the guards... fifteen men, two women, all wearing fairly loose black outfits that you suppose are some sort of ninja getup, though they lack hoods (or just aren't wearing the hoods in the barracks). You pull the grenade from your hip and settle your finger on the button. Okay, so you could put it right in the center of the room, but it looks like one of the women is further on the edge, oh she's moving, but now one of the men is standing under a different vent, what if the fresh air keeps him from being affected, maybe wait for him to-\n\nYour thoughts are interrupted by a sudden loud creaking sound, making you blink... then yelp as the area underneath you collapses, the area closer to the vent apparently not meant to sustain a person's weight for an extended period. You thud to your front on the ground, the world spinning and a faint hissing noise filling your ears, as well as the sounds of people crying out in surprise, a few of them coughing a little. You push yourself up to find a pair of guns on you, a guard directly in front of you and one off to the side a bit, both scowling as they train their weapons on you. Um... crap...\n\nThen you watch as their eyes begin to glaze over, and their cocks visibly stiffen beneath their loose pants, pressing up to bulge out the fabric. Their guns waver and start to lower... this could be your chance to try and escape! Except you're too busy lurching forward and ripping open the front guard's pants, and shoving your mouth down on his cock. You stuff it down your throat, forcing your way all the way to the root on the very first go, your absolute <i>need</i> to suck that cock and have it deep inside you all you can think about as you start bobbing your head frantically, slurping and licking at it as you gulp it down. The other guard drops his gun and grabs your hips, hauling your ass higher before yanking at the back of your suit... either his lust has lent him some greater strength or your suit is more vulnerable to being torn than it looks, because it tears like tissue paper, baring the middle curves of your butt and exposing your sopping, practically gushing pussy to the air, right before he stuffs his cock in it and begins pounding away like a dog in rut.\n\nYou're vaguely, distantly aware of the sounds of more fucking going on around you, and of someone shouting your ear, but all you can think about is the two cocks spitroasting you, pounding away at your throat and pussy with equal force and desire. You cum over and over again from being slammed by the pair of horny, fuck-addled animals in human form shoving their cocks in you, your pussy having soaked the one behind you's balls and upper legs as he pounds against you. It seems like forever and only seconds until they're both spilling their loads in you, then drawing away so others can step in, shove you down on all fours, one stuffing his cock in your equally eager ass and sending a shuddering assgasm tearing through your body while another grabs the sides of your head and begins skullfucking you like there's no tomorrow.\n\nSoon another lust-crazed man is working his way underneath you so he can access your neglected, creampied pussy with his tireless prick, all three of your holes filled, your squeals of whorish ecstasy muffled by the cock pouring cum down your throat. The one fucking your ass spills his load into you soon after, crawling away to start sucking another guard's cock as a new male settles behind you. For whatever reason he apparently decides he doesn't like the look of your freshly-creamed pucker, so pushes his stiff prick into your pussy alongside the one currently fucking away at it, stretching you wide around both shafts that squirm and stroke around inside you in chaotic tempo with each other.\n\nThe mindless orgy in the guard room stretches on and on, partners grabbed and taken without any regard for orientation, just a need to be satisfied. You bounce your ass eagerly on the cock of one of the guards, your pussy dripping both girlcum and mancum down onto his balls. You're stroking two cocks while two more are shoved into your mouth, the spongy heads bulging up your cheeks, your face glistening with pussy juices from one of the female guards riding it for a good twenty minutes previously. Your suit has been ripped open as well, your perky tits jiggling and bouncing even as they're sprayed with fresh loads of cum, milky white streaking across the pale golden skin as you're painted for the third or thirteenth time, you have no idea.\n\nEventually the guards have collapsed in separate heaps, and you lay on your belly on the floor, twitching and shuddering with aftershocks as your pussy and ass ooze thick streams of cum to puddle between your legs. Trying to put your mind back together, you shakily get to all fours and crawl in the direction of the door.\n\n"Well well."\n\nYou raise your head, eyes still a bit glassy as you look up at Kuroko Sakai, immaculate in her sharply-cut business suit and flanked by a pair of large, masked ninja guards. "Somebody's little flunky... one of Katsuko's by the look of you." She raises one foot and nudges the side of her gleaming purple stiletto heel against the side of your head, more a light shove than a kick, but it's enough to topple you to the ground. She places the sole of the shoe against your cheek and grinds lightly, but the chemicals still coursing through your veins just have you whimpering and sticking your tongue out, lapping against the tapering point of the heel as it rubs against your lips. "And as big of a whore as she is. Well, don't worry, little slut... I'm sure I can find a use for you."\n\n<hr>\n\n[[Game over.|Kyoko5xEnd]]

"Look at them," you declare mock-solemnly, tapping the screen to switch the camera's view around, showing the little mouselike things popping out of the holes and flailing their apparently spring-mounted arms around, some of their mustaches still twitching and moving while others are stuck at odd angles, some with their little plastic rainbow shirts and red suspenders still intact, others with them scratched and chipped, showing off white or yellowed plastic beneath. "They taunt me. Obviously they must be taught a lesson."\n\nExtending your phone case's stand, you settle it at the edge of the game box where it should be out of the way but still have a view of you playing. You heft up the attached hammer, its padded ends cracked and fraying, before dropping a few tokens into the slot. The machine plays a spritely, but slightly distorted tune, all its lights flashing in slightly off-kilter patterns as all the Gallagher Gophers pop up and tilt to the side, doing a slow spin with arms extended in a 'here I am!' gesture, heads tilting to keep their blank plastic eyes on you the entire time. ... Was it always that creepy or does it only seem that way because you're alone in a dark arcade? In any event they drop back into their holes, and a voice chirps "STARrrr<b>rrrrrrr̛͙̳͇͙̰r̫̫̦̣̺̰rr̰̘̭r͈͙r̛̦͙̟̥͓͈r͚̜̩͘ͅͅr͓̣̀r͚r̭̘̟̗t̨</b>!" in a way that slows and distorts in such a way that you're afraid the cabinet is actually erroring out right in front of you. But then it chirps some more music and the first of the gophers pops back up.\n\nYou quickly swing the hammer, bopping the tiny animatronic on the head, the gopher responding with a shocked and offended "OW!" before dropping back down into its hole, arms flailing all the while. Grinning, you concentrate on them as they start popping up more rapidly and in odder patterns, each one giving that rather impressive "OW!" when you slam the hammer down on its head. This actually is pretty fun, even if it's an older game, they made these little things pretty fun to hit.\n\n"HEY!" one calls as it pops up, thrusting its arms upwards as if for attention.\n\n'Huh, that's new, wonder if they do that as the pattern gets more complex?' you think idly as you bop the Gallagher Gopher on the head, sending it back down with a somehow even more infuriated "OW!" 'Man they put a lot of work into this thing, wonder why they just left i-'\n\n"HEY BITCH!" the next Gallagher Gopher calls as it pops up.\n\nThat shocks you that you actually stop in mid-swing, staggering a little. Wait, did it seriously just...?!\n\nAnother Gallagher Gopher pops up, pointing directly at you with one of its flaily little arms. "Yeah we're talking to you!"\n\nYet another pops up, twisting around in its game cabinet hole to face you. "How would yoooou like it if someone just came up and started pounding on yoooooou?"\n\nAnother pops up, this one that had apparently gotten twisted backwards during the game... but now just its head swivels around towards you, then clicks jerkily back and forth with every word it speaks. "I. Say. We. Show. Her."\n\n"YEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!" all of the Gallagher Gophers shout as they pop up out of the game box triumphantly... before starting to clamber out of the holes, moving like very real, if very twitchy and slightly mechanical, creatures.\n\nYou'd been staring in shock this whole time, but the sight of them clambering out of the game and starting to leap off of it, some of them holding tiny plastic hammers, is enough to snap you out of it. Screaming, you drop the hammer and run, hearing the squealing laughter of the Gallagher Gophers and the skittering of their little plastic feet as they race after you. A glance over your shoulder shows that more and more of them are climbing out of the machine through the holes, clambering up the sides of nearby games and cabinets and starting to run across them. This time as you run past the video games you're absolutely sure that the characters are staring out at you, heads turning to watch to flee the tiny horde in terror, polygonal or pixelated faces twisted in mocking leers. But most of your attention is on the ever-approaching sounds of the tiny little raging robots that from the sound of them are getting steadily closer.\n\n<hr>\n[[Run for the exit!|WilmaFun]]\n\n[[Try to hide!|WilmaFun5x4]]

Probably best to stay inside. Not only have you got some resting and reevaluating to do, well, you need to update your wardrobe and get yourself somewhat more familiar with the administration side of things.\n\nYou spend the next two days ordering various things you need (or, you admit, want) online, getting the starkly-furnished house a bit more to your liking. You also order in most of your meals, and once or twice you try out your ability to "cloud minds" on the delivery people. You watch as their eyes go glassy and their shoulders slump, and they certainly seem to obey any orders you give, though you don't go too crazy with it since they're standing on your doorstep. Once or twice you're tempted to order them inside and sate your lusts on them, but none of them are particularly cute, so instead you just implant the idea that you're a wonderful customer who should receive nothing but the best service before sending them on their way.\n\nAh, your lusts... you do find that you're far more prone to thinking about sex than you ever were before, and often your studying and evaluating will be interrupted by browsing around to various porn sites and then stroking your cock and playing with your tits for quite some time. More and more often the ideas about the sort of wickedness you could do with these abilities, this body, and an entire school to use them on come to mind, and you're slower to push them away each time.\n\nBut soon, it's time to get ready for your first day. You try on several of the outfits left for you in the closet... most of them are relatively modest, though certainly none of them can hide your head-sized boobs. Luckily most of the panties and skirts are cut cleverly so that they look completely normal from outside, somehow hiding the massive bulge you now sport (though obviously the panties can only do so much, and you'll have to be careful about being seen without an outer layer on if you don't want your secret to get out, in more ways than one). You select a simple blue skirt suit with a white blouse, decide to braid your hair and add some glasses to give you a more authoritative educator look, and head off to the school.\n\nFakkushiri High is surrounded by a stone wall roughly seven feet high... tall enough to discourage casual peepers or jumpers, not enough to actually prevent either, especially if someone simply finds an area with better elevation. It's neither particularly old or particularly new, particularly clean or particularly dirty, it seems very average and, well, dull. Maybe you can see what Katsuko meant. You make your way inside and towards the teacher's area, which has a small outer office connected to both your personal office and the teacher's area. When you step into the office, a pretty woman stands up from behind the desk. Pretty, but it seems like she's made some efforts to be unremarkable... her hair, eyes, and suit are all very close to the same shade of brown. She's had her hair cut short, but not short enough that it's boyish, and the suit is cut close enough to avoid frumpiness but not enough so that it will show off her body, though it looks like she has nice hips and breasts (not as impressive as your own, of course). Overall pretty but almost calculatedly dull.\n\n"Good morning, Patissier-san," she chirps, clasping her hands in front of her and bowing slightly. "I'm Maria Jun, your secretary. Or, well, I was the last principal's secretary, at least." She smiles, a little worriedly. "Um, anyway, I was a little shocked by the previous principal's sudden decision to retire, but he assured me you'd fill his shoes just fine. Is there anything I can get you, or...?"\n\n"Not right now, Jun-san, thank you. I'm going to get settled in, and then maybe I'll have something to ask of you," you answer professionally, giving her a smile and slight bow in return before heading on into your office. It's fairly plain, with the old principal having likely cleared out any personal touches, just a desk with a new-looking computer (and, you notice, plenty of clear space across the front of it), several chairs and a couch, and some bookshelves. Almost the moment that you sit down, your phone rings and you pick it up, giving the professional-sounding greeting you've been rehearsing in your head.\n\n"Good morning, Helen-chan," Katsuko's voice purrs.\n\n"Good morning, Mistress," you find yourself replying without really thinking, your cheeks coloring once you realize what you said.\n\n"Mm, I hope you're settling in alright. I've taken the liberty of installing some helpful things around the school, I'm sure you'll discover them in due time. Some of the staff is also aware of your mission, though most are not... my agents will let you know at the appropriate times. Remember to enjoy yourself... but don't let enjoying yourself interfere with our goal of making the school <i>interesting</i>."\n\n"I understand," you reply in a neutral tone, still waffling a little on just how eager you are to turn the school lewd.\n\n"I'm sure you do. Ah, before I go, there's one more thing. That Maria girl, the secretary. A very upright, academic sort, a bit like you were before, a big proponent of the dull order and harmony that's made that school the cog factory it is. If you like, I can have her replaced with someone who's much more in line with our goals within the hour. One less thing to take care of for you, hm?"\n\nYou quirk an eyebrow. That would make things easier, you think... on the other hand, you get the sense that any secretary provided by Katsuko will be more of a 'minder' or 'keeper'. She's likely to help you get things done much more efficiently... she's also likely to drive you much harder on exactly the course Katsuko wants you on rather than the complete freedom you were originally promised.\n\n<hr>\n[[Keep Jun.|HelenJP1x5]]\n\n[[Accept Katsuko's agent.|HelenJP2x1]]

You make a few calls around to some trusted fighters you know, and find out that Hell Kore is, apparently, a very real tournament and has been held for quite some time. Roughly every twenty-five years, invitations are sent out, and while no one can exactly vouch for some of the more exotic prizes, one of your former teachers admits that the sprawling dojo you trained in was a prize he won at the last Hell Kore. Fighters from all over the world are invited to participate in a no-holds-barred beatdown and give their all, and by the time you hang up the phone at the end of the day you've gone from suspicious to excited. You need to call your manager and tell him to accept the invitation for you, but first thing's first. Grabbing a pair of scissors, you snip the ponytail off the back of your head, and give your short, somewhat ragged hair a shake. Maybe you'll get it cleaned up before you go, if you have time.\n\nA long flight and a short ride on a very strange, very old, very rickety boat later, you step onto an island shrouded in mists somewhere off the coast of China. You've got to admit, these guys have got a sweet setup going on here. The whole eternally-misty oceans, the stone walkway leading to an ancient temple, the big mountain looming in the background. You walk up the path with your bag on your shoulder, and wind up milling around in a courtyard packed with other people. You recognize a few of them, and on others you recognize little ticks and quirks that give away their styles. This is definitely an extremely diverse tournament, it's got everything from guys in suits and sunglasses to what you're fairly sure are a small group of Somali pirates.\n\nEventually an old Chinese man in traditional robes, complete with long white beard, makes his way up onto the raised dais above the courtyard you're all gathered in. He looks out at you all with rheumy, pale eyes, then nods.\n\n"Greetings, fighters, and welcome to the hallowed halls of Hell Kore, the tournament of warriors, gods, and demons." There are murmurs, polite applause, or derisive laughter from various parts of the crowd, but most of you remain silent and listening. The old man waits a few moments before continuing. "I am Ji Kulao, your host. Tomorrow, the tournament proper will begin. But first, of course, I must present to you the rules for this tournament."\n\n"The first rule is that there are no restrictions on the moves and holds you may use, areas of the body you may strike, or the strength of your attacks. Indeed, you may use whatever methods you believe will allow you to succeed and result in your opponent's defeat. The only restriction on weapons are that they must be for use in melee... firearms, blowguns, crossbows, and such are strictly forbidden."\n\nYou and some of the others shift and look around at each other, obviously not liking the sound of this. Ji Kulao apparently notices, because he continues, "Worry not about the lethality of these things. The ancient magic of the island shall keep there from being any fatalities. You may not believe in this yet, but trust me when I say that you will. Now, on to the actual battles themselves. In each fight, two opponents will face each other. The winner will, of course, move ahead in the tournament, eventually heading towards the ultimate prize of the tournament... riches beyond the dreams of mortal men, power and titles, and of course immortality."\n\nSomething in the way he says it makes you shudder, because you actually <i>believe</i> it somehow. You notice an avaricious light beginning in the eyes and faces of many of those around you, apparently they believe it too. The old man actually smiles now, before he speaks again.\n\n"One opponent is determined to be the loser when the Dark Judge considers them to have been thoroughly defeated, even if they are still on their feet. At that point, the losing fighter has two choices. They may <b>Submit</b>, admitting their defeat. They will be granted that round's prize, although before they claim it, they will most likely be forced to submit to a humiliating punishment... note that often, the greater the potential reward, the greater the potential punishment, although this is not always an 'exact science', as they say. They may also <b>Resist</b>, continuing to fight even after they have been declared defeated. Should they manage to win the day against their opponent, they shall proceed on to the next round... but should they fail, they will forfeit their right to the prize, and the punishment will be far more severe."\n\n"Well!" He places his hands together. "That should cover just about everything. Your rooms are marked with your names... gentlemen, your accomodations are in the right side of the temple, ladies, the left. The dining hall will be open all evening for those of you who wish to partake of our offered fare or meet your fellow fighters. Ah, but I must ask you not to wander around to other areas on your own, they are private and off-limits unless you are invited specifically into them. And of course, if you decide that Hell Kore is simply not for you, the boat will be here until morning, you may return to it any time before then. I bid you good evening." With that, he turns and shuffles down the steps and off into one of the numerous darkened archways.\n\n<hr>\n[[Go to your room.|HellKore1x1]]\n\n[[Socialize.|HellKore]]\n\n[[Snoop.|HellKore6x1]]\n\n[[Leave.|HellKore4x1]]

You slowly sit up in an unfamiliar bed in an unfamiliar room, which is currently rather dimly lit by what looks like a nightlight of some sort plugged into a socket. It's a nice, but plain bedroom, without a lot of personality or personal touches. You look down at yourself, staring at your now immense breasts and, past them, the limp cock flopped between your legs. You really have been altered into some sort of... lewdly-proportioned shemale. When you get up, something slides off your stomach and to the floor... a letter? Having to spend a moment maneuvering around your enlarged chest, you bend to pick it up and read.\n\n'Welcome to your new home! It's perhaps somewhat modest at the moment, but rather nicer than what you were going to have before. In a month or so we'll reevaluate your accommodations based on your performance and how well you've instituted my ideals. For now you should know that not only have you been given a glorious new body, but several abilities beyond those of normal people. You will have more energy, strength, and stamina than most, and will be able to control your body and its reactions... as much as you <i>wish</i> to control them, anyway. You also have the ability to cloud the minds of most people, putting them into a receptive trance where they will obey orders and be highly suggestible... have a care, this will work on most, but not everyone. Your mind will be sharper and quicker to learn new things and piece together information, which is saying something for you... as long as you don't let it get too fogged by lust.\n\nIn any event, I've had the house stocked with essentials, and will be having some clothing in your new sizes delivered... I've included those sizes, and their various equivalents for different countries, in files on your new computer. It also has information on your new expense account, feel free to do some shopping to fill out anything you need, I've also opened up same-day-shipping accounts for all the best shopping sites for you. There's a stash of cash, credit cards, and other fun things as well. Please enjoy yourself this weekend while I finish making ready for your transition, and be ready to report for school bright and early Monday morning!\n\nYour mistress, Katsuko\n\nP.S. The tea you imbibed is a special one that allows the drinker to take on traits of anything that cums in or on them, as well as ramping up libido and making you more receptive and desirable than you are even now. It has already passed mostly out of your system, but won't be gone entirely for another few days. So have a care if you decide to go out this weekend! You are what you fuck!'\n\nYou stare at the letter for a few moments, then set it aside and turn on the bedroom lights before rummaging in the dresser. There's not much there... the clothes you had shipped over, you find, though obviously most of the shirts and jackets haven't a hope in hell of fitting you now, and some other garments. You pull on a set of grey sweats that are baggy enough to downplay even your new proportions and explore the house a bit. It's nothing amazing by American standards... two bedrooms, a small study, a living room, smallish kitchen area, and a decent-sized bathroom, but you're aware that it's pretty upscale by Japanese standards, especially for a young single professional living alone. After a bit you also stumble upon a wall panel that, at the touch of your hand, beeps and slides aside to reveal a short flight of steps down to a basement 'playroom' with a number of bondage setups and various toys, as well as a cache of cameras and other recording equipment and electronics. Oh my.\n\nWell, you've definitely gotten yourself into it now, you think with a shake of the head as you head back up and let the wall panel slide closed behind you. You've been given a lewd new body, and a lewd directive to go with it... make Fakkushiri High "interesting", and it's obvious what Katsuko's idea of interesting is. You get the sense that if you don't provide some results, you won't exactly just get fired... there were both positive and negative implications to the idea that your "accommodations" might be "reevaluated" at the end of the month. Your Mistre-, er, Katsuko seems to have quite a bit of power, and now you've become an instrument of her will... staying as such will be contingent on pleasing her.\n\nBut it's the path you've chosen, no backing out now. And besides, you still like the idea of being able to run a school your own way... and you can't deny that the thought of having these powers, and this body, to do it with sends a naughty thrill through you. Who knows? Maybe you <i>will</i> build the sort of naughty educational system Katsuko wants!\n\nBut first you have to get through the next few days. On the one hand, it sounds like it might be a good idea to stay in... you've got some adjusting and preparing to do, after all, and it sounds like there might be some amount of danger to going out as an aftereffect of your transformation. On the other hand, you didn't come to Japan to just stay inside the entire time... and also there's a whisper in the back of your brain that you're not going to get your new dick wet for at least two whole <i>days</i> if you stay in!\n\n<hr>\n[[Go out.|HelenJP]]\n\n[[Stay in.|HelenJP1x4]]

You've been ducking and weaving through the cabinets in your panic and realize that you have almost no idea where in the arcade you are, since you didn't bother to explore it fully before trying your (clearly regrettable) stunt at playing the game. You pause only long enough to take a quick look around and spot a door that says 'Employees Only', hoping you're not making an even worse mistake as you throw yourself towards it, throwing it open in front of you and then slamming your body up against it to close it. You're almost instantly plunged into complete darkness, the smell of cleaning chemicals and old mildew strong in your nose. You shudder in silence for a moment, then give a shriek at a small but powerful impact against the door, followed by another, and another as the small animatronics presumably start throwing themselves against the outside, the impacts of their little bodies still sending shudders through the metal and your hoodie and into your back, like you can feel them in your flesh. There's a pause, letting you take several shuddering breaths in peace, before letting out another yelp at a stronger impact against the door. From the slightly dulled feel of it, they must be using the padded mallet from their game box... not exactly a threat, other than ironically. Though as your eyes begin to adjust, you look down at the door handle... no lock. Even if their method won't break down the door, all they have to do is keep at it until you're too tired to block it anymore.\n\nYou raise your head, starting to be able to pick out the plain metal shelves that mark this as a utility and janitorial closet, scanning along them for anything you could use, spotting a handful of tools and chemical containers along the shelves before you track to the back of the closet. You let out another scream at the realization that something is looming out of the darkness at you, throwing yourself back even harder against the door and scrambling as if you could push right through it, the impacts from outside even pausing briefly as if curious at what caused such a reaction. You spot the gaping maw filled with teeth, the raised, clawed hands, the narrowed eyes, and are sure you're about to be ripped apart and devoured.\n\n... But the thing doesn't move. At all. It just stays frozen in that threatening posture. As your heart rate comes down just a little, enough that you can think again, you recognize the animatronic from one of the pictures you saw outside... Crazy Coyote. This one is in better shape than some you've seen pictures of... it looks mostly intact, albeit without any of its fur coating, leaving just the tan-orange plastic of its insides to match the image, all the various motors and servos of its joints and at the base of its large pointed ears and its jaw-flap bare. The only ones that are covered are by the battered denim jacket it's wearing, various dark stains blotting the pale blue-white material here and there.\n\n"Shit, shit, okay, think..." you murmur, wincing as another impact from the hammer hits the door, jarring you just a little.\n\n<hr>\n[[Try some melee combat.|WilmaFun]]\n\n[[Try some chemical warfare.|WilmaFun]]\n\n[[Try some gallows humor.|WilmaFun5x5]]

"Yes, Mistress," you murmur with an adoring sigh, the words sending a delightful shiver through your body that starts in your throat and ends in your toes, setting your pussy to dripping as it passes.\n\nIt's as if your words trigger something in the rest of the girls as well. Their eyes, already slightly fogged by the surprisingly strong wine and shock, take on an even more dreamy aspect, each of their mouths turning up in the slightest of smiles. Apparently seeing their leader give in triggers something in each of them, something that washes away the last of their resistance, the tension melting out of their backs and shoulders and leaving the entire group as perfectly at peace with their compliance as you are. \n\n"Good girl," Lauriel says cheerfully, reaching out to pat your thigh like she would a pet. "Now, I'd like all of you to make a gesture of good faith. A tribute to me. All of you remove your panties and set them on the table there."\n\nImmediately every teenage girl present, save Lauriel herself, hurries to set their wine glass down before reaching under their skirts. Some wiggle their hips and legs to work the panties down while still standing (barely flashing their pussies before their skirts fall back down), others simply go for bending over and slipping their panties over the curves of their asses, baring everything to the room at large. You do the latter, having moved forward to set your glass back on the table, trembling with desire at the thought of Lauriel's beautiful blue eyes possibly deigning to grace your bare pussy and pucker with their gaze. Once you've dropped your pink thong into the growing pile of assorted designer panties now accruing on the tabletop, you make your way back to stand dutifully at your owner's side, trying not to quiver at the feeling of your arousal now being free to run down your thighs.\n\n"Very well." Casting her gaze over the collection of panties as if it meant little to her that on her word an entire roomful of haughty, self-assured high school girls had stripped out of their expensive underwear and presented them to her as proof of their devotion, Lauriel continues. "You two, Felicia and Lily. What homework they've given us already is on the entryway table. I remind you that if I get so much as a comment of bad penmanship, I will punish you both severely."\n\n"Yes, Mistress," the pair reply eagerly, in near-perfect synch, before turning and hurrying out of the room. \n\n"Lana? Get started on a new training regimine tonight. I want you capable of doing more than just kneeing someone in the stomach when I have you beat them."\n\n"Yes, Mistress," Lana replies, actually bowing like some sort of warrior to a king before turning and making her way out as well.\n\n"You. The one with small tits," your Mistress continues, pointing to one of the group.\n\n"D-Dinah, Mistress."\n\n"I don't care," Lauriel replies dismissively. "On that table there is a profile of the Chief of Police's sexual interests and fetishes. I expect you to have yourself made over to fit them by the end of the week so that I can whore you out to him as a combination of blackmail and reward."\n\nDinah trembles, obviously swallowing hard. She's always been the shyest and least confident of the group, really only part of your circle because she's your cousin. But after a glance at your airily blissful face, she gives a nod and squeaks out "Yes, Mistress" before turning to retrieve the file and walk out. \n\n"Becky, you are to prove your ingenuity. I want you to have a 'tramp stamp' tattoo before you come to school tomorrow. Make it happen," she adds in a firm tone when it looks like Becky might be opening her mouth to ask how she'd manage that. "Now, the rest of you, shoo," she adds, waving dismissively, Becky and the rest scurrying out obediently. Lauriel glances up at you. "You'll order me a cheese pizza, set the table, then serve."\n\n"Yes, Mistress," you reply with a bow of the head.\n\n<hr>\n[[Continue.|MeanLove2x5]]

You quickly order pizza from the best place in town, promising the person on the other end a hefty additional payment for delivering it when they normally don't offer that option, then hurry to find the plates and dining table, then down to the wine cellar to find the bottle Lauriel commanded, setting everything out. When the doorbell rings, you scurry to answer, paying the annoyed-looking driver $200 out of your own wallet for a large cheese pizza. Carrying it back to the dining area, you find Lauriel already seating herself, so hurry to set the pizza down and serve your Mistress a slice and pour her wine.\n\n"Put your mouth to use," Lauriel commands without even glancing at you, spreading her legs beneath the table. \n\nTrembling with intense arousal at being allowed to serve your Mistress so, you sink to all fours and climb under the table. Delicately lifting her skirt with both hands, you can't help but stare into the shadows for a moment, gazing in awe at the absolutely perfect pink pussy presented to you. Then you lean your head in, starting to lavish your tongue over it worshipfully, stroking the inner curves of the outer lips, gently sucking at them, teasing out her clit until it stiffens and you can roll your tongue around and over it.\n\nThere's never so much as a moan or a gasp from above. In fact the next thing you hear is an imperious, "Slice." Quickly pulling your head back, you do your best to crawl out quickly and stand without doing any undignified scrambling. You use the silver server to dish out another slice of pizza, as well as returning the uneaten crust to the box, and refresh Lauriel's glass of wine. When she spreads her legs again, you obey the unspoken command to crawl back under the table and resume pleasuring her, hands folded in your lap and resisting the urge to touch your sodden, practically pleading pussy since she didn't tell you to do so. \n\nRepeatedly you follow this same pattern, emerging to serve your mistress another slice of the delicious looking and smelling pizza, ignoring your own stomach as it growls, your body wanting more than the delicious nectar of your Mistress's pussy juices even as your mind is perfectly content with them. Eventually though, Lauriel says, "Up." and you climb out from under the table again.\n\n"Clear this away. You may have the rest before you do the dishes, then you'll come and join me in the den," Lauriel declares, waving at the plate dismissively before standing and striding out of the room.\n\nDespite her slender frame, your Mistress seems to have polished off the entire pizza, but you're still extremely honored to be allowed to eat the leftover crusts and down the half mouthful of wine she left. You dutifully scrub the plate to a speck-free shine and carefully wash the wine glass before returning it. You pause briefly as you turn towards the door. It feels like in your hurry to be with Lauriel again, you're forgetting something important... important because it could come back on her if you don't, obviously...\n\nTrying to remember, you fish out your phone and click the screen on, staring briefly at the time... and the moon beside it to indicate that it's dark out. ... Oh! Oh right, your parents. \n\n<hr>\n[[Tell Lauriel you'll have to go.|MeanLove]]\n\n[[Leave your parents a message.|MeanLove2x6]]

You unlock the phone and bring up your father's number, hitting it and putting the phone to your ear. You're not too surprised when you get his voicemail despite the hour and despite you not being home yet, he's likely not home yet either. (Your mother might not be either for that matter.) "Hi, Daddy!" you chirp happily. "I'm staying the night at a friend's house, just so you know, bye!" You then end the call. It's not like he hasn't gotten that message and been perfectly fine with it a dozen times before.\n\nYou make your way into the hall and towards what you assume is the den, to judge by the flicker of firelight coming from it. You spot your Mistress's golden hair over the back of another vaguely thronelike, but far comfier-looking, chair angled to face the fire, and make your way over... but almost stop breathing when you notice something else. There's a trail of clothing leading from the door to the chair... Lauriel's clothing. Feeling lightheaded at what you're about to see, you walk over to stand attentively beside the chair, trying not to stare down at your Mistress's heavenly body completely on display as she sprawls in kingly fashion, one long, bare leg folded over the other.\n\n"Brandy," she commands without looking at you, and you hurry to find a glass and pour her some. She sips it, saying nothing for some time, just gazing into the fire with an unreadable expression on her beautiful face. You do your best not to stare (or drool) at those amazing breasts and their perfect little domes of pink nipples, or her perfect flat stomach, or her perfectly curved but slender hips. But eventually she glances up at you. "Hm? Anything to say, pet?"\n\n"You're beautiful." You flush deeply as that makes her smirk, and hasten to add, "Um, I called my father to tell him I won't be home tonight." \n\n"Good," Lauriel answers, downing the last of the brandy before rising to her feet and walking with as much grace as ever towards a cabinet in the corner. You'd wonder where a teenager learned to handle liquor like that, but you're too busy goggling at her amazing ass as she walks. She undoes the lock of the cabinet and opens the doors, searching through an apparent collection of things inside. "Tomorrow I'll try to find the time to work up a little charm to make your parents forget you completely."\n\n"... Um." That actually cuts through the pleasant haze of lust and adoration that's surrounded your thoughts all night, and makes you blink a few times. "Forget me... completely?"\n\n"And everyone else but my servants, while I'm at it, of course," Lauriel adds casually, as if she were speaking about setting up a newspaper subscription. She gives a soft 'ah' as she apparently finds what she was looking for, and turns back to you with it. But as she does, she... changes. Or maybe it's more like what she was peels away in a flickering distortion that rolls over her. The changes to her body are subtle, her breasts seeming to become slightly larger but also slightly perkier at the same time, her features minimally sharper, fingers and legs the tiniest bit longer. The two most obvious changes are her ears, which grow and taper to points, and her eyes, which cease to be that almost-changing palette of blues and actually begin to glow and visibly flicker and shift as if backlit by cobalt fire.\n\n"After all, you're my slave now, Layla, my property, and I can't have you or anyone else thinking otherwise," your elvish Mistress says breezily as she comes to stand in front of you. "You are my property, Layla..."\n\nShe brings up her hands, a curved golden arc resting daintily on her palms, the back of it obviously designed to fit together when it's swung closed, the downward point at the front bearing a dangling heart with a keyhole in the front.\n\n"Aren't you?"\n\n<hr>\n[[Put on the collar.|MeanLove3x1]]\n\n[[Run.|MeanLove2x7]]

Terror overcomes the last of the desire and devotion that had been clinging around your consciousness, and you immediately break and turn, scrambling as you flee for the door. You let out a scream as you feel something clench around your upper body and halting your forward progress, your feet shifting out from under you and sending you crashing to the floor, your chin jarred against the hardwood. You're dazed for a second, then try to claw at the floor to halt yourself as you're steadily dragged backwards.\n\n"The answer," Lauriel says, her voice icy cold as she pulls back her extended hand until you're directly in front of her, where she can place a bare foot against your back, pinning you down as she drops her hand. "Is yes, you are, whether you want to be or not," she adds, dropping the open collar onto the ground by your head with a little jingle.\n\n"Get off of me you <i>bitch</i>!" you snarl, thrashing around and trying to get out from under her, but she's incredibly strong and anchored for someone of her sleek build.\n\n"What a waste. I wanted you with some personality intact, such as it was," Lauriel mutters as she reaches back into the cabinet, then leans down, shifting to pinning you with her knee between your shoulderblades. "But I need a houseslave, so a mindless servitor will have to do."\n\nYour eyes widen as she brings a featureless, shield-shaped piece of silver metal towards your face, but the size of it makes it very clear what it is... a mask. "What is that?! No, don't, do-!" You cut yourself off with a scream as the cold metal presses to your face and instantly adheres to it, pressing in close against you and cutting off even your scream.\n\nLauriel rises, leaving you to roll and thrash on the ground, silently clawing at the solid metal covering your face. Liquid gold begins to rush out of the edges of the mask, seeping over your hair, down the sides of your head and down your neck, covering over your ears and filling them, flattening them against your head and smoothing out. Where the stuff touches your clothes, the cloth burns away, even your jewelry hissing into little more than a brief waft of smoke as it slides down your arms and chest. You buck and twist as the stuff coats your body, leaving you feeling numb as your breasts are coated, nipples smoothed away the same as your ears, your belly becoming a flat expanse of gold with only the proper indentations to imply stomach shape but without any hint of navel. Your hips jerk and twist in the air as it slides between your legs and over your buttocks and between them, covering over your slit and pucker and rendering both smooth, featureless planes on your glittering body. Your toes clench, shoving you towards the air last time as even they're covered in gold, before you collapse limp to the ground.\n\n"Up," Lauriel commands in a mildly bored and annoyed tone.\n\nYou immediately find yourself rising to your feet and turning to face her, arms at your sides, all of it as if you were perfectly calm while the entire time you're actually trying to scream your lungs out. You're not sure how you're seeing, hearing... your eyes and ears are both covered, you just know, but you can't feel a thing, trapped in an empty, neutral place of no sensation within your golden animated statue of a body with its featureless silver shield of a face.\n\n"Well, pretty enough anyway, even if not exactly offering as much in the way of entertainment," Lauriel sighs, stepping forward and briefly running her hand down your collarbone and over one completely smooth golden breast. Her touch sends a fiery trail of pleasure rushing through your otherwise numb world, turning your silent screams into silent moans for a few brief seconds. "But oh well. Slave, pick up my clothes and then do the laundry. After that, start hand-scrubbing the floors, do the windows, and make my bed since that should bring us to the morning."\n\n'No! No, I won't, fuck you, no!' you try to shout, concentrating all of your effort into raising one of your golden hands to slap her, but it doesn't even amount to so much as a twitch as you instead turn and begin gathering up her clothing, your statuesque golden ass glinting in the firelight every time you make the exact same bend-and-retrieve motion to pick up the next article. 'No, no! I'm not your slave, noooooo!' you voicelessly howl, mentally thrashing as you calmly and silently walk out of the room, Lauriel having settled back into her chair and paying you no more mind than the household appliance you've become.\n\n<hr>\n[[Game over.|MeanLove2xEnd]]

It is... seriously golden. Like you're pretty sure it's shining and glittering even in the shitty flourescent lights of the cafeteria under which anyone would struggle to look good. Even as you're watching she flits a hand through it and it doesn't flick, it doesn't fall, it <i>cascades</i> across her fingers and back into place down her back.\n\nShe seriously has to be the most beautiful high schooler... maybe the most beautiful woman... you've ever seen. Everything about her just seems... perfect. Perfect skin, perfect ears, perfect nose. You weren't even sure what your ideas of 'perfect' were on a lot of scores until you saw her, but it's like all of them have suddenly been defined. She's breath-takingly gorgeous... o-objectively, of course! (Then why is your heart racing so much?) She's wearing what looks like a very expensive blue silk blouse, white pleated skirt, and black thigh-highs... all of them look like they came from places too expensive even for you. She's been here only a few days and already zeroed in on the fashion trends and taken it up several notches. You'd have to respect that, even if you weren't staring in awe at those breasts that look slightly bigger than yours and yet somehow bigger on her sleek frame.\n\n"I should go talk to her," you say, discretely slipping your hands down to wipe them on your thighs. You literally can't remember ever being nervous enough that your palms got damp but now, even at the statement of intent, you can feel yourself trembling a little with excitement. Who is this girl and what is she doing to you?\n\n"You're right, someone that pretty and rich, they could be trouble," one of the others murmurs, before grinning. "Or maybe she'll be cool. Scope it out, Layla!"\n\nNodding firmly, you stand and make your way across the kitchen, careful to use the nonchalant sashay you've perfected over the years so that everything seems completely normal. Even though inside there are several moments where you almost turn and retreat instead. She's just sitting there reading a magazine and yet you're intimidated, you, of all people, intimidated. You jerk to a halt beside the table, and only now realize that you've neglected to come up with anything to say. \n\nAs you're internally screaming, she winds up looking up and at you, and you nearly faint. Her eyes are... they're not just blue, it's like they're several different shades of blue at the same time. You can't even put words to it, it's like looking at someone's expertly rendered and yet artistically interpreted idea of the perfect lake.\n\n"Yes?" she prompts, her voice sweet and perfect and just a bit lyrical.\n\n<hr>\n[["Hello."|MeanLove]]\n\n[["That's not your chair."|MeanLove]]\n\n[["How may I serve?"|MeanLove2x2]]

"How may I serve you?" the words come out of your mouth like reflex the moment she speaks to you, and instantly you can feel your cheeks heat. "Uh, I mean, hi, you seem new, need any help...?"\n\nSlowly, her lips curl up in a smile, and she closes the magazine and sets it down, then pats the seat next to her. You quickly move to sit down, barely taking the time to sweep your hands under your rear to get your skirt in position. Your heart's racing faster than ever sitting next to her, it almost feels like you're going to pass out, she smells so good, something flowery but you can't put a name to it. "And what's your name?" she asks, voice an amused lilt of mild condescension that should make you outraged and instead makes you shiver.\n\n"Layla Mercer," you answer quickly, swallowing back the reflexive 'ma'am' that starts to come out after it. She has to be your age, right?\n\n"Well, Layla, I'm Lauriel, and I suppose it remains to be seen how you may serve me." Those blue eyes twinkle, and part of your brain says that you should be afraid of that slightly malicious glint but the rest of you is too busy melting as she begins twirling some of her golden hair around one finger. "Now, why did you come over here?"\n\n"You were gorgeous and I wanted to talk to you really badly," you blurt, not even thinking twice before answering her with complete honesty. "The rest of the girls thought I was seeing if you were a threat."\n\n"Oh?" She glances towards the table you came from, then looks back to you, expression thoughtful now. "And what is your role at this school, Layla?"\n\nYou squirm nervously in your chair, the words catching in your throat for only a second before you say, "I'm the third most powerful girl at this school, below a junior and a senior. I'm one of the ones that sets trends and punishes anyone who deviates from them. We bully and harass anyone we don't like into compliance." What?! What are you saying?! Those aren't things you're supposed to say out loud, it's all supposed to be an unspoken understanding! You don't even usually <i>think</i> of them in terms that clear, and yet you can't seem to find any prevarication or subtlety when speaking to Lauriel.\n\n"I seeee. Very interesting." She taps one perfectly-manicured fingernail against her soft pink lower lip, then flits her eyes briefly towards the other table before smiling at you. "Call them over."\n\n"Alright." You just barely manage to stop yourself from leaping to your feet and waving frantically like some sort of spaz, and instead stand up at a normal pace and make a few 'come here' flicks with your fingers to your posse. You can see the other girls engaging in a brief bout of whispering first (which <i>does</i> infuriate you, they should know better) before they get up and make their way over with their own variations on the sassy bitch sashay. "Hey, girls, this is Lauriel," you announce as you sit back down, doing your best to not sound too excited. "She's new."\n\n"Please, have a seat," Lauriel says in a gracious tone, sweeping a hand towards the other plastic seats around the hard, chipped table as if it were a banquet hall. You notice that several of the other girls move to comply so fast that they surprise themselves, while the others fidget for a second before hurrying to catch up with everyone. Lauriel smiles that slightly smirk-ish smile again before she says, "So Layla tells me the lot of you are the popular ones in our year, hm?"\n\n"Yes," the others blurt in bad unison, then flush a little at sounding like a class of elementary schoolers answering the teacher. \n\n"Good, good! I'd like to hear more. Everyone, take out your cell phones and exchange contact numbers with me," she commands breezily, a graceful sweep of her hand bringing up her gleaming silver-cased phone. Some of the other girls glance at you, but at seeing that you've already snatched out yours begin fishing theirs out as well. After a flurry of beeps from exchanged contacts, Lauriel taps her fingers on the screen a few times before there's another flurry of the exact same text tone. "There, I've sent you all my address. Come over tonight and we'll have a little get-to-know-each-other party," she declares smoothly, even as she's slipping her things into her bag and rising to her feet. She breezes off without another word, as if she didn't have a doubt in the world that she'd be obeyed.\n\n"Jesus, she's... intense," one of the others murmurs, glancing after her. "But, like... also not intense?"\n\n"Yeah," you agree, unable to help a dreamy sigh following it, before you blush and shake it off when the others look back at you.\n\n"So, like, are we actually gonna <i>go</i>?" Becky, your second-in-command, asks. She's using a tone like someone who's asking to be talked out of eating a second slice of cheesecake, IE they're not actually sure they want to be talked out of it.\n\n<hr>\n[[Of course!|MeanLove2x3]]\n\n[[No way!|MeanLove]]

"Um, duh?" You manage to put a disbelieving snort in at the end of that, feeling like you're getting more of a handle on your usual self. "Did you see her stuff? Even the richest girls in town can barely afford a lot of that. Not like any of us are exactly hurting but can you imagine the sort of day trips and shopping trips we could do if she was one of us?"\n\nThat causes an excited twitter among the others, which includes exuberant nods after a moment. A bit more talking, and they're all completely fired up and ready to go racing over to Lauriel's the moment school lets out. Of course you all do your best to make your way over in as cool and collected a fashion as you can, not that it helps much when you do arrive since from what you can tell everyone winds up standing on the front path and gawking. The place looks as much like a palace as a mansion, even though it's relatively small-ish mansion-ish in size. The gate swings open in front of your group, and you lead the way to the large double-doors, which also swing open to reveal Lauriel standing in the center of the entry, cupping her perfect chin with one hand and smiling at the lot of you.\n\n"Come in, come in! Please, right this way," she practically sings, twirling about as gracefully as a ballerina and sweeping her way down the hall, the rest of you following after her with much less impressive attempts. She leads the way into what must be some kind of party room, with a number of couches and chairs. There are also glasses of what look like white wine poured and lining the table, and she gestures as them with one hand as she sinks into the thronelike chair across from the entry. "Please, all of you, have something to drink," she says, the words somehow both grand and casual as she rests her hands on the intricately carved knobs of the chair.\n\n"Your parents aren't gonna find out a bottle went missing?" Felicia, ever the cautious one, asks even as she's picking up one of the glasses like all the rest of you are.\n\n"My parents are not in the picture," Lauriel answers with a dismissive flick of one hand.\n\n"So you're, like... an emancipated minor, or whatever?" Lily asks with a blink.\n\n"Something like that, yes," Lauriel agrees, with another of those beautifully smirky smiles.\n\nYou take a sip of your wine, and are surprised by the flavor... it's like it simultaneously pops inside your mouth and smoothly flows over and coats your tongue. Sweet but not cloying, bright but balanced... you've had alcohol before, mostly wine coolers, and this is like someone took one of those, something refreshing for an unrefined tongue, and poured all the nuance and subtlety of the finest wine (you assume) on top of it. You can feel a cool warmth spreading all down your throat and out from your belly. There's some exclamations and excited utterances from the others, all of you sipping as you try not to gulp, your host just smiling and watching and not speaking again until you've all drank at least half your glasses.\n\n"So, as I was saying earlier, Layla informs me that she's one of the most powerful girls in school," Lauriel says, giving you a slight beckoning motion. Feeling elated and yet somehow a bit fuzzy, you drift your way over to stand beside her chair as she steeples her fingers and continues. "I believe the proper parlance is 'Alpha Bitch'. And that makes the rest of you her 'mean girls'. Correct?"\n\nThere's some nervous shifting and exchanging of glances, but then a general murmur of assent answers her. You remember how strange it was to hear all of it out loud earlier, and moreover to agree to it all and fess up so easily.\n\n"Very well then. You are all now <i>my</i> Mean Girls," Lauriel declares, leaning back in her chair and folding one perfect leg over the other. "You will continue your activities, but at my direction and to my benefit. I am now the Alpha Bitch, and you will do my bidding. Understood?" She glances around at the group in the sort of stunned silence that follows, before simply nodding. "Alright then. Are any of you doing well academically?" When Felicia and Lily nervously raise their hands, she nods. "You two will do all of my homework. If I get less than perfect scores, you will be punished." Before the two can even finish goggling, she looks over at Lana. "You. You seem athletic."\n\n"Ch-cheerleading. And track. And I do kickboxing aerobics," Lana stammers back in reply. \n\n"Excellent, you are now my enforcer, it will be your job to handle any beatings I deem necessary." Breezing right on from that as if Lana didn't seem to be choking on her own tongue, Lauriel's blue eyes now fix on Becky, who shrinks slightly. "Becky, if I'm not mistaken?"\n\n"Y-yes?"\n\n"You will be my 'Renfield' when at school. You will do what I tell you when I tell you, no matter if it results in punishment for you. For that matter, you will be my whipping girl, and take the blame for anything that might otherwise befall me, up to and including arrest by the authorities. You will of course do this without ever 'snitching' or expectating reward. The rest of you lot will do generic duties as I see fit, don't expect me to remember your names," she adds, flicking a hand dismissively again.\n\nThe stunned silence continues. It seems like everyone feels the same sense of mildly addled calm that you do in the face of such strange, brazen statements, and is having the same trouble you are. Apparently the first one to get their brain into gear is Felicia, and only to ask, "Um... but what about, like... Layla?"\n\n"Oh, Layla is going to become my slave," Lauriel answers breezily, glancing up at you and giving you a chillingly warm smile. "She will become my property even more fully than the rest of you. By tomorrow she'll be collared and her entire purpose for existing will be to serve me. Isn't that right, Layla?"\n\n<hr>\n[["Are you out of your fucking MIND?!"|MeanLove]]\n\n[["Yes, Mistress."|MeanLove2x4]]

"I'm not here to take sides, I just want to go home," you tell the witch. "I'm sorry about your sister, really I am, but I've already had the decision made for me that I can't give them to you, whether or not you should have them. So don't take it out on me that I'm getting pushed around just like you are."\n\nThe wicked witch just stares at you for several long moments... then snorts. "Well! Guess I can't argue with <i>that</i>," she replies, shooting a glare at Glinda. "Hmph. Very well, little girl, I'll leave you be. But you and your li-" She glances at Baron, looking him up and down, before returning her gaze to you. "Your big dog just stay well away from me and my territory, and we'll call it a truce. But you break that truce and I'll curse you so hard, your entire family will turn into frogs!" \n\nWith that she snaps her hand out, a broomstick appearing in it in a burst of fire and (from the smell) brimstone. She lets it pull her into the air, cackling briefly as she does, and somehow you get the sense she'd also be flipping Glinda the bird if she wasn't holding a book in her other hand.\n\n"Well! I rather got the feeling that you were not entirely happy with my actions!" Glinda huffs, in the tone of someone expecting a pleading apology.\n\nInstead you glare at her. "Oh come off it. You were trying to manipulate the both of us and pit us against each other, so that I'd take her out just like Dorothy did her predecessor." You point upward a bit at the now shocked woman as you continue. "If you'd just <i>asked</i> for my help in taking out a wicked witch, I might have considered giving it to you. But you thought you'd just toss me into the fray, and between you and the Wizard you'd get yourselves another melted witch and be done with them for a century or so. I don't appreciate being manipulated and I don't appreciate being <i>used</i>, so why don't you take your particular brand of 'good' and float off?"\n\nGlinda opens and closes her mouth a few times, her expression showing that she's never been talked to like that in her life better than any words could ever convey. But finally she scowls and gives a flick of her wand, her bubble rematerializing around her and lifting into the sky, as she obeys your suggestion without another word.\n\n"Are you sure that was wise, Cyan?" Baron asks as he pads up to your side. "She could have been a powerful ally."\n\n"Yeah, kinda like the player is a powerful ally of the pawn in a game of chess," you answer with a snort. Then you sigh, and add, "This is for the best. We've got a path forward, and we may have lost the original story's benefactor, but it sounds like we've managed to avoid acquiring the enemy that we'd have needed her to help protect us from anyway. Besides, we don't need her to tell us how to get to the Emerald City." You pause, then glance down. Clicking your heels together, you murmur, "There's no place like home, there's no place like home." You glance around, but the world doesn't go all blurry and turn into your bedroom. "Bleh. Yeah, looks like we need to go to the Emerald City, yeah. So let's follow the yellow brick road," you declare, setting off along the pavement. You have a feeling that without Glinda's endorsement, and with you publicly stating you have no joy at the death of their oppressor, you and Baron won't exactly be getting the big welcome from the Munchkins that Dorothy got.\n\n"So, what comes next in the story?" Baron asks after the two of you have been walking for awhile.\n\n"Well, we meet the Scarecrow, I think," you answer, glancing over at him. "Actually, if Dorothy arrived a long time ago, the Scarecrow should've become King of Oz, then abdicated to give the throne to Ozma. I think he ran one of the four countries after that, or something? But she also said that history tends to repeat, so maybe he's back up on his stake in a field. But then we'd probably have to get past various natural threats and oddities of Oz, even without the Wicked Witch on our tails."\n\nEventually the two of you do approach a cornfield... and as you might have expected, there's a scarecrow up on a pole jutting above the stalks. His face is obviously artificial, sewn together like a doll's, though luckily it's not quite as creepy as just being a sack with a face drawn on it. The tattered clothes and straw hat are about what you'd expect. "Um... hi?" you call, waving a hand. You're going to feel like an idiot if it's just an actual scarecrow.\n\nYou're a little relieved (and also a little weirded out, admittedly) when the scarecrow moves... and folds its arms over its chest. "Hmph, I heard about you," the Scarecrow scoffs. "A little bird told me there's a girl who came from the outside world who was rude to Glinda and chummy with that nasty old Wicked Witch of the West. I may not have a brain, but that doesn't mean I'm dumb enough to pal around with someone like that!"\n\nYou trade a glance with Baron. Well... there's a departure. Sounds like the Scarecrow's already heard of you and isn't too happy.\n\n<hr>\n[[Try to convince him.|GGOz]]\n\n[[Tell him off.|GGOz]]

You originally started chasing the guy Flopear, and you guess your ancient persistence predator instincts have kicked in because you turn and take off racing after him again. Besides, he's bright white! You can see him the easiest!\n\nAnd indeed you catch more and more glimpses of that cute fuzzy white butt (and various other swaying things), indicating you're catching up to him. Soon you burst into another clearing to see that he's come to a stop, whirling around to stare at you with wide eyes, clearly not having expected you to follow him quite this long.\n\n<hr>\n[["Ha! Gotcha!"|GGUL]]\n\n[["I just want a picture!"|GGUL]]\n\n[["Don't worry!"|GGUL6x2]]

You consider what you know of Oz from reading some of the other books, albeit years ago. Between you and the "real" world there's the Deadly Desert, which will kill you and turn you to sand if you touch it, and beyond that there's a mountain range made up entirely of mountains that apparently make Everest look like the kiddy slope. So with a heavy sigh, you fold your arms over your chest. "Alright, I guess we wait."\n\n"For what?" Baron asks, ears twitching. \n\n"Well since the residents are probably going to keep hiding for awhile, we'll just have to wait for..." You glance upward, then point at the sight of an approaching giant soap bubble. "Her."\n\nThe soap bubble drifts back and forth (rather drunkenly, you think to yourself, but it's probably not a good idea to ask the Good Witch of the... was it North? if she's drinking and flying), until finally it gets close enough for you to see the pink-clad form inside. As it approaches the ground, you have to admit that the person inside is a little more on the 'pretty in pink' end of the scale than 'cupcake matron', as you kind of tend to think of the woman in the film. Her hair is a far more natural ginger color, left loose around her shoulders, where it's then done in twin braids that drape down her chest. The dress is <i>extremely</i> pink, but it at least looks less like something someone would eat for their birthday. As she settles to the ground, her bubble 'pops' into a little fluttering of glassy butterflies that drift away and disappear as she approaches. Her smile is unwavering as she holds up her little magic wand, letting it glow as if she needed a better look at you despite the bright, sunny day.\n\n\n\n"Hmmmm... are you a good witch, or a bad witch?" she asks curiously, tilting her head slightly.\n\n<hr>\n[[Good witch.|GGOz]]\n\n[[Bad witch.|GGOz]]\n\n[[Not a witch.|GGOz1x2]]

You are a male, aged eighteen to twenty-nine. You have a potential for a broad range of life experiences. Are you still relying on your parents, or are you on your own? Are you currently living a completely normal life, or did some brush with the fantastic when you were younger set you on a different course? Well, variety is the spice of life! Time to choose your seasoning.\n\n<b>[[Gwyn|GwynStart]]</b>: An eighteen-year-old moving into the dorms on your first day of college. You've always been teased for supposedly being a bit of a wimp just because you have a slight build, not that your name helps. \n\n<b>[[Buddy|BuddyStart]]</b>: You're a twenty-six-year-old bachelor. You're moderately wealthy, with an occupation consisting mostly of not being an idiot with your money. You spend your time enjoying parties (often seasonal ones) with friends and strangers alike.\n\n<b>[[Austin|AustinStart]]</b>: You're a nineteen-year-old college student on break from university. You've just received notice that your great-uncle Archibald has died and left you something in his will.

"I'm not a witch at all," you answer, fighting back a sigh and trying for a polite smile. "And to answer any further questions, my name's Cyan, I'm from Deviville which is not particularly near Kansas, and I took shelter in that place from a tornado and then wound up here in Oz."\n\n"Ah, like Dorothy, then," the pink-clad woman says with a smile, letting the wand's glow fade and briefly touching it to her lower lip.\n\n"Uh... yeah," you answer with a nod. "I guess pretty much just like Dorothy. I... kind of didn't expect you to know about her, somehow," you admit.\n\n"I <i>am</i> Glinda, Good Witch of the South," she says with a laugh. (Dammit.) "Certainly I know Dorothy! People from the outside world do tend to wind up in Oz because of storms and things like that from time to time. And because time in Oz stretches forever, we tend to find things... well, they fall back into old patterns and repeat, as it were." She stretches out a hand and beckons to you, and after a moment you somewhat nervously step closer. Her hand comes to rest on your shoulder, and she gently starts guiding you along the small footpath, her dress switching. "Perhaps you've read some of the books by that Baum fellow? Yes, I thought you might have, since you've heard of our dear Princess Dorothy. So quite likely you'll find some things very similar to what you read along the way, if not exactly alike. Why, you've even started out your journey the same as she, by vanquishing the Wicked Witch of the East!" \n\nYou give a soft 'erk', glancing over your shoulder towards the ruined building. Sure enough, amidst some of the scattered bricks, you now see a pair of legs jutting out, the feet clad in a pair of shiny... silver boots? "How'd that happen? I mean... if Dorothy already beat her...?"\n\n"Wicked witches often come and go," Glinda says in a mildly serious tone, shaking her head. "And all beings tend to fall back into old habits. History repeats itself, but never quite the same way twice. But, well, what was a good idea the first time," she adds with a smile and a flick of her wand.\n\n"Erk, hey, wait!" you squeak, having a good idea what she's about to do. Sure enough, at a glance down, your own combat boots have been replaced by the gleaming silver ones, much more stylish and done with elaborate straps and clasps. "Oh fuck me."\n\n"Language," Baron and Glinda scold in unison.\n\n"Oh c'mon!" You scamper away from them both and turn towards them, scowling and resting your hands on your hips. "You've gone and stuck the witch's footwear on me! That means that either before or after the musical number, her pissed-off sister is gonna show up and-!"\n\nAs if on cue, an explosion of fire and sparks that would normally be reserved for a sentai team's entrance goes off between your little group and the crashed-down bomb shelter. As the smoke and flames clear it does indeed present a <i>very</i> pissed-off witch, her long black hair drifting in an unfelt breeze, a hand raised and with crackles of magical lightning spilling away from it like a motion blur.\n\n"Of course she looks like the librarian," you mutter to yourself, raising your hand to rub your face.\n\n"Glinda," the green-skinned woman hisses angrily. "What have you done to my sister?"\n\n"I've done nothing," Glinda answers a little overly cheerfully for someone discussing the dead family member of the person they're talking to. Well, Oz does kind of work on moral absolutism... Good Witches don't act sorry about the death of Wicked Witches. "It was this girl who vanquished her and ended her reign of terror over the poor Munchkins."\n\n'Thanks a ton for throwing me under the bus, Pinkie,' you think with a wince as the wicked witch narrows her eyes and turns her head towards you.\n\n"So, it was you," she growls, stepping forward menacingly, then hesitating when Glinda raises her wand slightly. Pressing her lips tightly together, she stays silent and still, as if testing whether her enemy might be about to make another move, before refocusing on you. "And you're even wearing her magical silver boots! Those are mine by inheritance! Give them to me!"\n\nYeah right, if this really is anything like the original story, you need these things to get home. On the other hand, are you really that eager to walk across a country with an angry witch dogging your every step?\n\n<hr>\n[[Shoo her.|GGOz]]\n\n[[Reason with her.|GGOz1x3]]

Not like you're swimming in money at the moment, if you wanna get something cool you probably have to get something cool and, ahem, "gently loved" or whatever places like this tend to call it. You head on over to the shop and push open the door, appreciating the incredibly classic <i>ding</i> of the chime just a bit more than an edgy teenager probably should, and glance around. Yup, it looks a lot like a Goodwill or something, though you do notice there's a lot more kind of at least nerd-adjacent stuff too. Wow, someone sold their manga collection, must've gotten a normie girlfriend. ('Normies explode reeeeee' as you believe you are contractually obligated to think upon witnessing this.)\n\n"Heyo~," calls a voice from off to the side, prompting you to turn. There's a very cute-looking girl about your own age standing there, with short blonde hair, red eyes (man how come everyone else's cool color contacts fit and yours don't?), dark tan skin, and several piercings in each ear. Despite the summer heat she's wearing a large, voluminous black sweatshirt, though you are realizing that the AC is cranked way up in here so that might explain it... the shirt's long enough that you can't see what else she's wearing under it (presumably shorts), and baggy enough it obscures what you're assuming is a fairly modest chest anyway. "Welcome to Stuff You Need, because 'Stuff You Really Want Once You See It' was too expensive to put on the sign, probably."\n\nThat gets a snicker out of you. "Not quite as snappy, either."\n\n"Definitely not!"\n\nYou're now starting to see that the store is much bigger than you originally thought, going well back into the building instead of just being one of the sort of smallish storefronts the others looked like. "Wow, there really is a ton of stuff, huh?"\n\n"Yeah, it's easy to get lost in here, so be careful." Despite the chipper tone, she actually seems fairly serious about that somehow. But before you can worry she adds, "Still, it can be pretty fun rummaging around and finding stuff. Buuut a bit grimy and tiresome too, I admit," she adds, glancing around and brushing a fingertip on her cheek. "I mean I kind of know where everything is since I stocked a lot of it but the owner basically told me 'put it wherever' soooo... yeah. You can look but I can't guarantee you'll find the best stuff." Which is weirdly up-front, before she turns back to you and grins. "I mean, if you don't wanna spend all day in here looking for something good, you could just let me pick something out."\n\n"Oh?" you say a bit dubiously.\n\n"I mean I'd say we have fairly compatible tastes, huh?" she says with a grin, flicking one of her piercings, and she's got you there. "So tell you what, twenty bucks and tell me the sort of thing you're looking for, and I'll find you something with at <i>least</i> a twenty dollar price tag."\n\n"At least?" you say, still just a bit dubiously, but getting more interested.\n\n"Yeah, the owner really wants to clear inventory, and says it's fine if people want to haggle. Just give me like a, y'know, a key word," she says, wiggling her fingers and showing off well-painted nails. "And I'll go dig something out of this labyrinth you'll like."\n\n<hr>\n[[You'll just look around.|GGStuff]]\n\n[[You'll spend $20 sure.|GGStuff1x1]]\n\n[[You'll take her number.|GGStuff]]

* <b>Main:</b> Eric can use the "[[Sword|HLMai4x1]]" body wash when showering at Mai's.\n* <b>Main:</b> Eric can also decide he [[likes the club owner's offer|CC3x6]] when playing with Honey Trap.\n* <b>Main:</b> Dark General Mike can now do a [[dress code review|DarkMike1x5]] while undercover as a teacher.\n* <b>Main:</b> Cyan can now decide she is [[uninterested|GGParent14x1]] in her parents' party.\n* <b>Main</b>: Jamie can now do fuckall with his vacation so that he starts school again. (The vacation has also been generic'd so it can be either spring break or summer break.)

"C'mon, c'mon man, let's get to work, today's a busy day, got like three batches of field trip kids on the schedule today," the head cook snaps as he and his assistant walk into the kitchen, clapping both of his hands.\n\n"Man, when it's slow it's dead, when it's busy it's a madhouse," the assistant grouses, heading to the sink to wash his hands, not noticing that it seems both recently used and that there's a pile of sodden rags in one corner of it.\n\n"Hey, check the ground beef for the quesadillas," the head cook calls over. "You know the picky kids love those since the menu specifically says no veggies, we might have a run, and I think we were practically out of ground beef."\n\nThe assistant hurries to one of the large fridges, hauling it open and checking the metal trays. "Nah, looks like we've got plenty, there's at least a couple of bins of the stuff in here. One of the late shift guys must've got 'em out of the freezer when he saw we were low."\n\n"Great then. Go ahead and start browning some up, got a lot of hungry people coming in."\n\n<b>Fast Felipe's Fiesta Funhouse Kitchen</b> end - <i>Pounded and Grounded</i>\n\n<hr>\n\n[[Back to start.|CharGenMain]]

"Mom, come upstairs with me to your bedroom," you say as you straighten up, your mother slowly rising to her feet and starting to move towards the living room in a slow but steady somnambulistic motion. "Dad, you stay down here and finish dinner. And then just sit there peacefully until I come tell you otherwise," you add as you follow after your mother. You lick your lips at the sight of her ass in her mom-jeans on the way up the stairs, following her into the room. Hm... your parents have a headboard and footboard that both have decent nubs sticking up at the ends of them. That gives you a fun idea! "Strip to your underwear, Mom," you order, starting to do the same thing yourself. Once you're done, you take a moment to appreciate the sight of her brilliant blue bra and panties... she does have gorgeous, large, soft tits, and a nice round ass and hips, and hey, she looks a lot like an older you with longer, undyed hair, so there's a bonus. "Now lay in the middle of the bed with your arms and legs outstretched."\n\nWhile she's moving to obey, you rummage around and find four of her particularly long scarves. Clambering up onto the bed as well, you tie snug but not overly tight knots around her wrists and ankles... don't want to restrict blood flow, after all! Smirking, you tie her spread-eagled to the headboard and footboard, before moving to lay half on top of her, pressing against her side. "Now, when I tell you to," you coo at her. "You're going to wake up. You won't remember how you got here or what happened between sitting down at dinner and now. You won't scream, or actually try to free yourself, or actually resist me, but you're otherwise free to struggle and protest. You'll also find everything about the situation extremely arousing, and everything I do to you very pleasurable. Understood?"\n\n"Yes, Mistress," your mother drones back, staring at the ceiling.\n\n"Good. Now, wake up."\n\nAlmost instantly her eyes clear, and she blinks with shock as she realizes she's 'suddenly' in a different place and position than she just was. Her blue eyes widen as she looks at herself, and at you, and she instantly starts to wiggle around, apparently not even noticing that she's barely tugging at the scarves tying her. "C-Cyan! What's going on, what are you doing?!"\n\n"Mmmm, I'm fucking you, Mom," you murmur back, stroking your hand along her belly and feeling it quiver under your touch, the scent of her arousal almost instantly hitting your nostrils along with all those other lovely living smells assailing your nose. You lean in, dragging your tongue up the side of her neck, her body shivering at it... you have to resist the urge to bite, but you are so enjoying playing with your food. \n\n"You... you can't be serious, Cyan, this is wrong, this is <i>so wrong</i>," your mother protests, though they're a huskiness to her voice as she says it. You grin, kissing along her throat and down along her collarbone, hearing her gasp a little with every kiss. "No, Cyan, please, baby, you know how wrong this is, why are you doing this?"\n\n"But isn't it being so wrong what makes it fun?" you ask, laughing softly as you tug down the left cup of her bra, spilling her full breast free. You watch her face, at the mingled horror, disgust, and arousal warring there as you swirl a fingertip around her areola. "I want to do it because it's wrong... I want to make you cum over, and over, and over because it's wrong. And I want you to get off extra hard because it's wrong."\n\n"Cyan, ple-" she tries to protest, only to cut off with a loud gasp as your mouth covers her nipple and you start to suck, your tongue feeling much longer and more agile than it's ever been as you roll and flick it. You continue rubbing her belly with one hand, stroking and edging it down, coming teasingly close to sliding your fingers under her panties. It actually doesn't take long to make her cum just from sucking at her breast and teasing her... you can feel her muffled, ashamed orgasm roll over you like stepping out of an uncomfortably cold room and into the humid spring air, soothing your senses and warming your body. Practically purring, you turn your head, kissing and licking at other parts of her breast as you slide your hand down, passing over her soaked, scent-heavy pussy to caress her inner thighs.\n\nYou make your whimpering, pleading mother cum twice more just from sucking and playing with her tits, before you slide down. Grinning up at her, watching her flushed face and parted lips, the war between wanting you to stop and wanting you to continue, you give a soft coo before simply ripping her panties off, her ass jiggling a little under her from the motion. "Maybe you're so fucking wet because it's wrong, huh?" you taunt in a sultry tone.\n\n"Cyan, oh God, Cyan stop," your mother moans, closing her eyes and tilting her head back as you lean in to start dragging your tongue along her plump, sopping lips, sliding it up and down her slit and slipping it inside of her, before raising up to flick it over her clit. She groans in shame as she cums again, gasping and arching her back as you push two fingers into her and start stroking them in quick, smooth motions. Your captive mother twists and bucks as you finger-fuck her and tongue her eager clit, even if her mind is still resisting, her big, soft tits swaying and jiggling with her motions above the gleaming blue of her bra. "Cyan, Cyan pleeeeease!" she whines as she cums again.\n\nOnly once you've left her gleaming with sweat and slumped near-exhausted on the bed do you stop, pulling your fingers out of her and sucking them clean. Mmmm... the second-tastiest fluid you're going to have tonight, you somehow know. Because now pure instinct has taken over, and you slide up her body, pressing yourself down against her quivering, sensitive form, smiling and looking into her eyes for a moment as you stroke her hair. Then you smoothly lower your head and sink your fangs into her neck, your own orgasm as rich and fluid and smooth as the blood rushing into your mouth and down your throat.\n\nYour mother's eyes have widened, her muscles going taut, her body trembling and mouth open. You can sense that your prey is having much the same reaction to the feeding as you are... like it's one long, continues, intense orgasm suffusing her entire body and pulsing through her veins. She makes soft, strangled little noises, her eyes rolling as you drink from her. You can feel a point approaching, some new instinct telling you to make a decision...\n\n<hr>\n[[Keep going.|GGLing1x5]]\n\n[[Stop.|GGLing]]

Your father never told you a lot of details about his lab facility, but enough that you know it has the equipment and staff to keep you in science for years even if you never spent another cent on it... and it's made him plenty of money for you to spend on upgrading if you ever need to. The idea of being your own boss and pursuing your own projects at your own pace and in your own directions sounds immensely appealing, you decide.\n\nAs you're making arrangements to have your things packed up and transported to the facility's living quarters, your phone rings. A glance at the caller ID shows that it's the Thunderstrike talent scout... apparently they're quite eager to know your decision.\n\n<hr>\n[[Be polite.|IPLA1x1]]\n\n[[Be rude.|IPLB1x1]]

It feels too good to stop, and if anything you sink your teeth in deeper, sucking more greedily, feeling your mouthgasm rush through your body all the harder as your mother quivers, jerks hard against you, and then gradually goes limp beneath you as you continue to drink.\n\nFinally it feels like there's almost no flow left, and you straighten up, panting, tongue sliding over your crimson lips as you look down. Your mother is completely pale, her eyes empty and staring at the ceiling, face frozen in a slightly slack expression of mingled horror and orgasm. ... Hm. "Oops," you note a little blandly. For some reason, you know you should be horrified and guilty, but the emotions just won't come. They're there, somewhere, if you wanted to reach for them, but don't feel any particular need. But you do feel... something. There's a tickle, and following it provides something... more a sensation than a thought.\n\n'Wait.'\n\nNow feeling rather thoughtful, you untie the scarves and toss them aside, and after a moment's thought, shift the body so that you can take the bra off completely, stripping her nude and folding her arms on her stomach. Then you draw away and settle into a chair, watching, finding it very easy to become completely still and patient as you watch the pale white corpse on the bed for something, you don't know what, but you know it must be coming.\n\nAbout two hours later, there's a slight twitch. Your mother's fingers move slightly as her nails turn glossy and glasslike. Mm? You take a glance down at your hands. Oh, hey, yeah, you had never noticed. Actually you're going to have to take a good look in the mirror (assuming you still can), because as you watch your mother's ears grow to slender points, slightly elongated and backswept, and you can see her features shifting just a little, becoming more... mm, stylized? Idealized? Her breasts firm up, looking even bigger and rounder as they lose the faint sag that had set in over the years, any slight irregularities in her hips and belly, ass and legs, all smoothing out, leaving them perfected versions of their prior roundness and curve. She sits up suddenly, gasping, blue eyes having turned crimson, her open mouth showing sharp fangs.\n\n"Ah... ah..." She blinks a few times, then looks at her hands "... Ah? I..."\n\n"Welcome back," you say as you stand up and walk back over to the bed, sitting down on the side of it still facing her.\n\n"Back? I'm..."\n\n"A vampire, yeah," you acknowledge, saying it out loud for the first time yourself.\n\nShe looks at you, then frowns. "You didn't look like that, a minute ago," she says, slowly reaching out to brush her fingertips along one of your own pointed ears, making you smile some at the pleasurable tingle it sends through you.\n\n"It was actually a few hours ago, but maybe whatever started it in me needed to feed to finish the change. You, meanwhile... well, I drained you, and waited, and then you came back. I sort of felt like it might happen faster if I stayed nearby, though I didn't even know what it was I was waiting for."\n\n"I see." Your mother frowns again. "... I know I should be upset... terrified, or angry, a hundred other things, but I... mostly just feel calm. In fact, I feel really good."\n\n"Guess it's part of being a vampire," you muse aloud. "I had the same thing happen to me. Everything just seemed... easy, natural. All the other stuff's there, below the surface, like I could reach for it and act on it if I wanted, but it's like it's tucked in a drawer waiting for me instead of pressing in." You quirk your eyebrows. "But, you feel anything else?"\n\n"Hm. Well... I suppose I do feel like one thing," she replies, smirking before leaning in and kissing you, her tongue sliding into your mouth, curling in an easy, lewd invitation to your own. You moan and lean into her, your hands stroking over her sides as she reaches to undo your bra. You slip one hand between her legs, stroking your fingertips along her slit as she starts toying with your nipples, only to tug you forward and press you onto your back. "I think I have a few favors to repay," she coos as she lowers her mouth to one of your nipples, suckling with vampiric aptitude.\n\n"Mmmm... mm, fuck, Mom," you moan as her fangs nip against your stiff nub.\n\n"You know," she murmurs as she raises her head a little, flicking her tongue over the nub while using both hands to gently knead your tits. "It's almost like you're <i>my</i> mother, now," she continues in a teasing tone. "I sort of feel that way towards you... a deep, instinctive loyalty. A desire to serve you..." She leans up to kiss you hungrily again, then whispers in your ear, "Maybe that's why I want to lick your pussy so bad."\n\n"Mmm, don't let me stop you," you reply with a smile. "Jocasta," you add in a teasing tone as she snags your panties and slides them off of you, with you lifting and parting your legs to assist. She snorts at your use of her given name, and then she's kissing her way down your belly, making you squirm lightly, then moan as she starts shamelessly tonguing your pussy with a mingling of a mother's love and a daughter's devotion. When her fingers come into play, they slide into your pussy, stroking only a few times before slipping out... and then pushing into your ass instead, making you give a low cry as your mother returns to eating you out with a superhumanly dextrous and strong tongue. "Ffffuck!" you groan, putting both hands on her head and bucking your hips.\n\nThe two of you spend the next few hours sucking each other's tits, licking one another's assholes, sixty-nining, and several other creative positions you discover to be possible with vampiric strength and agility. But eventually the two of you lay flopped on the bed, your mother pressed to your back, tits pillowed against you and her arms around you, two fingertips lazily circling your clit. "I guess vampires are quite the sex monsters after all," she coos as she nibbles your ear.\n\n"Mmhm," you answer, smiling. "It's sort of like... whenever I make someone cum, it's like a little feeding. It's not nearly as strong with you now as when you were alive, but it's still good."\n\n"Yes, though... mm, I am a little hungry still." Your mother goes quiet, apparently pondering, then giggles. "Your father's still downstairs, isn't he?" Her lips brush over the back of your neck as she mmmms. "There's a meal going wanting..."\n\n<hr>\n[[Ooo, good idea!|GGLing]]\n\n[[Hm, not a good idea.|GGLing]]

Feeling a little too rushed to put stock into something as ridiculous as 'Space Wolves', you instead focus on putting as much speed and effort into getting to the ship as you can. Zipping up the ramp, you give a call of "Get us the hell out of here!" to the disembodied voice as you scramble through the apparent loading area.\n\n"Retreating to safe distance and awaiting hyperspace jump destination," the voice replies evenly, the ramp raising behind you and a low hum suffusing the hull of the ship around you and beneath your feet. You let out a sigh of relief, then stroll forward, heading past various other doors and ahead to what must be the bridge area, the centerpiece of it being a single chair ringed somewhat distantly by consoles. Either someone designed this poorly or figured most of the actual flying would be left up to the computer. You look out the forward windows as the planet pulls away, and the stars swing around to take up the entirety of the view. You breathe a sigh of relief. Safe.\n\nThe thought's barely passed through your mind when there's a flash of movement from ahead, brushing past you so closely that you stagger off-blance, yelping in surprise. Your tits jiggle and bounce free and bare, the thin material covering them having been ripped away in a flash. You've just barely processed you're being attacked when you're slammed into hard from behind, barely able to catch yourself on your hands as your knees slam to the deck, the heavy weight of something black and shaggy pinning you in place as forelegs wrap tightly around your middle. You reflexively struggle, pushing back against the beast and unable to shift it because of its weight on you, trying to shake out from under it but not accomplishing much more than making your bare tits jiggle.\n\nYou feel something poking at you from behind, your eyes widening with realization just before the pointy tip of its large cock spears forward, tearing through the material of your suit and plunging deep into your pussy. The Space Wolf begins pounding its hips hard and fast, driving you forward with every thrust and yet holding you in place with its forelegs, resulting in little movement other than making your breasts wobble and jiggle constantly. There's nothing you can do as the canine alien rapes you, gradually stimulating your pussy and forcing you to feel pleasure from its inhuman cock plunging into you. Your ears are filled with the sound of its panting and animal grunting, even feeling its tongue flick out and lick your ear.\n\nYou hang your head forward, groaning as the wolf's fucking you just seems to go on forever, though eventually you feel the thumps of something wider and thicker pressing against your pussylips where they're bared by the tear in your suit. The Space Wolf raises its head and gives a few short barks, even as its forelegs tighten around your middle, nails scratching long rips in the belly of your suit.\n\n"Understood. Setting course for the Space Wolf homeworld," the calm female voice replies.\n\nAs the stars outside the window stretch and bend, curling into a flickering tunnel of light, the Space Wolf on your back howls in triumph, shoving his knot into your pussy and starting to spill his load into you as your eyes roll up in your head and your body trembles.\n\nGuess it doesn't pay to ignore good advice.\n\n<hr>\n[[Game over.|GGMS1xEnd]]

Really, isn't it best to have a partner you know won't get flustered just because things don't go perfectly? You want someone focused on the game and winning, if you're aiming for that prize money, and that sounds like her. \n\nJust as you're settling on your decision, there's a knock at the door. You blink and head over to answer, after briefly checking that your robe actually covers everything, but still open the door just enough to show your face. "Yes?"\n\n"Hello, ma'am," one of the scantily-clad resort girls says, smiling sunnily at you. "One of the other guests has asked if you'd oblige her by visiting her in her room. Miss Hayate, specifically. She's just three doors down, on this side of the hall, to your left, if you'd like to do so." With that, she turns and flounces off, apparently having fulfilled her duty.\n\nYou blink a few more times. ... Huh. That's... convenient? Maybe? Either that or a little creepy. You decide to go ahead and get dressed in the little black dress and sleek pumps you had laid out to go to tonight meet and greet in, applying your makeup before heading down the hall. Even if you do partner with Hayate, it still seems best to attend, if for no other reason than that part of the reason you came was to have fun. You knock lightly on the door indicated by the resort employee, and after a second hear a calm voice call "It's open."\n\nPushing open the door, you step inside to find Hayate in the process of... getting dressed? Maybe? If so she doesn't exactly have fancy tastes in underwear, considering she's currently clad in a sleeveless black athletic top and what looks like bike shorts. She's gathering her purple hair, about as long as yours is, back into a ponytail, a plain white tie dangling out of her mouth as she regards you with flat, surprisingly blue eyes. She doesn't shift a bit in her expression or movements as you step in, simply finishing arranging her hair as you briefly take in her large chest, flat belly, and toned thighs.\n\n<img src="images/Hayate.png">\n\n"You look like you're gettig ready to go running," you try as an icebreaker, grinning at her.\n\n"I am," she answers bluntly. Oh. There's something weird about her voice, though, and it's not the lack of emotion. It's not until she continues speaking that you realize she doesn't have an accent... at all. She's speaking perfect 'Hollywood English', the sort of uninflected, uninfluenced English that non-American actors wind up using when they're playing Americans and haven't bothered to learn a regional accent. "I hate social gatherings. That's why I asked you to come here instead, so that I could get on with asking you to be teammate and then go for my run."\n\n"Oh." Well that's taken you aback somewhat, you admit. "I... well, that's kind of lucky, I was just thinking of asking you to be my partner tonight, so-"\n\n"You have good instincts. That's a plus," Hayate interrupts, walking over to look you in the eye. "I evaluated all of the fighters... players," she amends, just the faintest trace of sourness entering her voice as she corrects herself. "Here, and you're the one whose abilities are the best compliment for my own. So as long as you don't waste a lot of time with more frivolous pursuits and get distracted or off your game, I think we'll win. And it is very important to me that we win. Is that understood?" she finishes, leaning in a bit closer and frowning just slightly.\n\n<hr>\n[[... Understood.|DOA]]\n\n[[Uh, can you think about it?|DOA]]\n\n[[Noooo waaaay.|DOA]]

"I'm... Kovam," you repeat slowly.\n\n"Ah, yes," Koliel says as she stands up and steps back. "Fortunately, Reincarnation even brought you back as a human. You do look different, but if that bothers you, we can fix it in Purnaster, assuming we have the money..."\n\nYou look down at yourself. You're a big, brawny male human with a hairy chest and even hairier crotch, with big balls and a fat cock. And muscles! So many muscles! Hm, yup, this all seems to track with what you know of this 'Kovam' guy, you think as you rise to your feet, powerful muscles flexing as you give a grunt. "Looks are unimportant. <i>Honor</i> and <i>destiny</i> matter to Kovam!" you declare, thumping a fist against your chest.\n\n"Um... yes, that's right," Koliel answers, frowning a little for some reason as she looks you up and down. "Are... you alright, Kovam? I think you might still be a little confused because of the Reincarnation."\n\n"Confusion is for lesser men," you rumble proudly, jutting out your chest. "Men who are not meant to slay a Great Wyrm with naught but the axe in their hands and the strength of their girthy sinews. Men who are not Kovam, who is destined to rule a vast kingdom of honor and hot bitches."\n\n"... Yyyyyes, well, unfortunately the Great Wyrm has currently 'slain' all of our equipment and in all likelihood our horses," Koliel says after a slow blink. "And I can only bring back one of the others each day, so it will be another half a week before everyone's back with us. Now, I'll leave my things here with you, if you don't mind, and go apply some balm at the stream."\n\n<hr>\n[[Hrm, yes, companions are important to Kovam.|GGMonk13x2]]\n\n[[Forget companions, Kovam is all about getting his dick wet!|GGMonk]]\n\n[[Kovam will respect the lady, and allow her to sooth her heated skin before getting his dick wet.|GGMonk]]

The half-elf's head snaps to the side... not too hard, but not exactly gently either... before whipping back around to face you, green eyes flashing and lips parting in a snarl of rage. "Fool! To strike a wild man is to court your own dea-" She cuts off, those green eyes going from narrowed to wide in an instant.\n\n"Oh no, finish it, go on," you encourage in a flat tone, and with much less bass than you've been using until now.\n\n"Gah!" Kovam leaps to her feet and scrambles back a bit, grabbing the sides of her head. "Koliel's spell brought us back in the wrong bodies!"\n\n"No, she just thought the pieces of us were the wrong people," you groan, rubbing your own face before rising to your feet as well. "Her spell requires her to pick the gender. When we were confused after she brought us back..."\n\n"I thought I was you, and you thought you were me," Kovam grunts, letting out a huff as she rests her hands on her hips... then glances down as if now aware of the difference in hips when she does that.\n\n"Seems so. 'Helpless', huh?" You scowl down at the half-elf Kovam, folding your brawny arms over your equally brawny bare chest.\n\nKovam opens her mouth... then closes it. She actually has the grace to look embarrassed... you wonder if it's the pretty face that makes it clear, or if Kovam's expression would actually look the same back in his old body. "I... ask your pardon. An uncharitable thought to have about a comrade, for certain, all the more to voice it in such a way."\n\n"... Yeah, well, I probably wasn't doing the name of Kovam the Wild Man any favors either, at the end of the day," you allow with a sigh, raising a hand up to rub the back of your head. "Maybe we should just agree to let it go. ... And never speak of it to anyone."\n\n"Hnh, a worthy proposal, I think," Kovam grunts, nodding firmly. She blinks and glances down at the slight jiggle from her chest even at that motion. "By the gods how do you not get distracted constantly?"\n\n"Don't look at me, mine weren't quite that energetic, maybe it's because you're half elf or something."\n\nIn the morning Koliel returns, several rolled-up black hides dragged on a small improvised sled behind her. At seeing Kovam chipping a stone into an axehead and you practicing punches, she looks back and forth a few times before clearing her throat and saying "Cyan?" in a direction that's not quite addressing anybody.\n\n"Yeah," you reply, rolling your shoulders.\n\n"Oh. Oh I see. Clearly I made a mistake." Koliel's voice is both relieved and a little flat, and she turns away to attend to what she brought back quickly enough that both you and Kovam are left eyeing her a little suspiciously. "In any event, I think considering these difficulties, we probably ought to wait to have Hurgen and Jor resurrected back at the city, by a priest. That means we should try to get back faster, so I'll see about tracking down some horses."\n\nBy the time Koliel finds some... in fact, she finds three of the horses you left the city with in the first place, their equipment having made them easier to track... Kovam has finished fashioning her makeshift weapon. The three of you set off, having apparently decided by mutual silent consent to not discuss the whole 'mistaken identity' issue any further. Though as the day goes on, apparently Kovam decides to bring up a related matter, guiding Jor's light horse up next to the one that used to be the wild man's that you're now riding, Koliel having pointed out that the difference in the animals' sizes would make for awkward riding otherwise.\n\n"I still think it a bit odd that you did not ravish me," Kovam starts, actually sounding amused.\n\n"What, you disappointed?" you grunt back teasingly.\n\n"Indeed." At your blink and stare, Kovam shrugs, her already jiggling breasts from the horse's stride giving a slightly larger bounce from the motion. "I drove many a woman to great heights of ecstasy with my wild man's loving, surely you did not think that watching so many of them writhe in pleasure would not make me curious? In truth, I have occasionally considered seeking out some man who might drive me to something similar with his cock, though I be a man myself." She lets out a sigh. "But obviously, if wild man Kovam drove civilized women to such lengths, then I would need a man far wilder than I to reach a similar effect, and could any such a man exist?"\n\n"... Yuh-huuuuuh," you acknowledge slowly, trying not to roll your eyes.\n\n"But it occurs to me that, though you are not wilder than I, you are quite the brawny specimen of a male yourself," Kovam notes, green eyes roaming up and down your mostly bare body on horseback. "And I am now quite the comely lass. So perhaps tonight, we could put these bodies to the test."\n\n"Uh, wait wait wait, hold on..." You turn your head now to stare at her. "Are you... are you actually suggesting that we fuck? Like you wanted to last night?"\n\n"Oh gods no, no no no," Kovam replies, pretty face twisting in an annoyed expression. Then she adds, "Last night we thought we were bad mockeries of each other. If we fucked tonight we'd be in command of our faculties, I imagine the sex would be much better."\n\nSo apparently she really is serious and wants to have sex. How to deal with that?\n\n<hr>\n[[By agreeing, obviously!|GGMonk]]\n\n[[Clearly you should refuse.|GGMonk]]\n\n[[Play it off with a joke.|GGMonk]]

"Wild man though Kovam may be, it would be dishonorable to not consider comrades first," you declare.\n\n"... Yes, thank you. I'll be right back." Koliel does give you a rather concerned look for just a moment more, before heading off into some nearby trees.\n\nBah, what need have you for anyone's concern? You are <i>Kovam</i>! The most powerful <strike>barbarian</strike> wild man in the land! You slay monsters for dinner and fuck hot bitches for breakfast, you are pretty sure! Clearly your plan to fight a Great Wyrm didn't work out and you can't help but feel that this is due to the sheer stupidity of attempting to fight it mostly head-on, but you are Kovam and apparently stupid head-on charges are what you do! You stand thinking such honorable manly thoughts until Koliel returns, looking her normal non-red self, and picks up her bow and quiver from the things she left with you.\n\n<img src="images/Koliel.jpg">\n\n"Alright, Kovam, I'm going to go hunting," she declares easily enough, even smiling a bit. "Hopefully for something that can provide both provisions and a bit of clothing, since we'll need some to get back into Purnaster without scandalizing the 'civilized' folk."\n\n"Yes, it will be good to once again be wearing fuzzy underwear, as I do," you declare manfully, rubbing your strong chin.\n\n"... Right. In any event, while I'm gone, please set up camp as best you're able with what we have. I should be back before dark." Then she slips off, once more heading into the woods.\n\nRight, setting up camp! Wait, is that lowly work beneath a wild man? ... No, no, you've seen yourself set up camp many times! It is honorable work for manly adventurers, clearly! You set to, finding a spot like you remember yourself picking out many times, easily replicating the steps even though there's a nagging feeling of something being off about your place in doing so. Bah, probably just a residue of the unmanliness of <i>magic</i> being applied to bring you back to life! ... Wait, do you hate magic? For some reason that seems like a thing you should do but you can't actually recall at just this moment one way or the other whether you've ever voiced an opinion on the matter. ... Pay it no mind then! Yes, you will manfully set up the camp, crafting a lean-to out of branches and leaves, and a makeshift pallet out of some long grasses gathered nearby, since you have seen yourself do so at least a few times. ... Hm. ... Yes! The camp! And a fire! A <i>manly</i> fire!\n\nIt's not long after you've managed to start a very macho campfire and laid back to display yourself in your full naked wild man manly glory that Koliel returns, the sky starting to darken overhead. She shifts the rather large deer across her shoulders before bending and tumbling it semi-gently to the ground, before standing and taking a look around. There's the faintest crease of her pretty brow as she looks around the camp, causing you to frown and ask, "Something is amiss?"\n\n"No. No, not really. But let me go ahead and take care of preparing the deer, you seem like you may still be tired from the spell." Koliel produces her knife and kneels down by the deer. "I wish we had someone that was better with resurrection magic than I am."\n\nYou don't really know whether you want to make a 'bah' at that so you just settle for a grunt of mild disdain at the idea that you, Kovam, could be anything less than completely in command of your faculties at all times. Still, Koliel makes short work of the deer, wrapping up the less immediately usable bits and tucking them into one of her storage bags, and wrapping the meat that she doesn't set to cooking over the fire and putting it in another. The hide she rubs with some elvish concoction which is probably unmanly on account of being elvish, but which she assures you will cure it properly for making into at least basic functional leather overnight. After the two of you have eaten, she volunteers to take the first watch and settles onto her half of the pallet, hugging her legs. You briefly consider talking to her since she seems to be in some amount of distress, but you have never seen yourself be the first to make a comforting move. You also consider pulling her to you and making manful wild man love to her, but you've never seen yourself put the moves on Koliel either, so perhaps it's best to continue that. You finally decide to just settle down, unable to help briefly sharing her apparent assessment that something seems very off before you drift into sleep.\n\nIn the morning you awaken to find that Koliel has already cooked a bit of deer for breakfast and fashioned you a basic loincloth from the deer hide. Your manfully large manhood is now covered beneath the skin and fur of a beast, which helps reassure you that yes, you are <i>Kovam</i>! Once the two of you have finished eating and you've donned the crude garment, Koliel removes a scroll from one of her bags. "Alright, this is another Reincarnation scroll. And... well..." She makes a face somewhere between sad and disgusted as she reaches into her bag and withdraws a... chunk... of very blackened and cracked meat, that you're uncertain of what part of the body it might even have come from. "I am <i>fairly</i> certain this is Cyan."\n\nYou give a nod and a grunt of understanding, watching Koliel as she sets the hunk of flash-charred person down and draws a few circles around it in the dirt, before consulting the scroll for the symbols to put between said circles. She chants some words in what you're sure is a very unmanful(?) language, as the bit of meat begins to glow, completely covering it in a shimmering yellow skin of light. It expands outward, gradually taking on humanoid shape, and then the sleek womanly curve of hips and breasts that are most appealing to a wild man such as yourself. As Koliel finishes her chanting, the skin of light 'pops', revealing a reposed woman with large breasts, sleekly-curved hips, bronze skin, thick black hair down to her shoulders, and slight points to her ears. Koliel glances at the scroll as it disintegrates between her hands, then moves to crouch over the prone woman, gently shaking her shoulders.\n\n"What?!" the woman bellows as she jerks up somewhat, large breasts bouncing, which you do not leer at because clearly you feel that leering and lewd stares are unmanly, you leave those to your friend Jor who you for some reason put up with. She opens her green eyes and looks back and forth, her voice harsh and demanding as she shouts, "What's happened, where am I?!"\n\n"Relax, relax Cyan," Koliel says gently. "Just take it easy and try to remember what happened."\n\n"What happened... the blasted Wyrm, it... ... Cyan?" Those green eyes blink and focus on Koliel. "I'm... Cyan?"\n\n"Yes, that's who you are, isn't it?" Koliel asks in a worried tone.\n\n"Oh. ... Oh, yes. It is I, Cyan," the half-elf says, her tone quickly shifting to a soft, gentle feminine one with a slightly childlike tone, which makes you frown deeply for some reason. Cyan smiles serenely as she looks at Koliel. "I thank you and what is obviously Kovam, due to being so strong and sure of himself, for rescuing me, since I am helpless and inexperienced and barely able to fend for myself."\n\n"Um, well, let's not get too down on yourself, my friend," Koliel says in a confused tone, while you stand there feeling <i>really</i> annoyed for some reason you can't put your finger on. "We all try to look after each other, after all." She spends a few moments explaining what happened after the dragon killed everyone but her, and the plan to head back to Purnaster gradually reincarnating the others as she can, so that all of you can return to Purnaster and hopefully have everyone put back to their correct appearances. "Though again we got lucky, you're still half-human it appears, and like Kovam you wound up with a similar body type to your original, even if you've lost a bit of tone, it looks like."\n\n"Yes, it is lucky that I did not lose my large breasts, which I enjoy showing off almost as much as you do yours," Cyan declares with a girlish giggle, batting her lashes as she stands and hefts said breasts with her hands.\n\nYou scratch in your own thick mane, brow furrowing. There's actually nothing in that statement you particularly disagree with, but you feel like she shouldn't just be coming right out and saying it somehow.\n\n"... I'd really like to afford you the chance to rest, but I think we need to start getting further away from the Wyrm's mountain and start heading back to Purnaster," Koliel declares after a few moments of silence. "Cyan, I'll fashion you something to wear. It won't be particularly good, I'm afraid, but it should serve the job."\n\n"As long as it continues to display my breasts and lovely hindquarters as I prefer," Cyan chirps.\n\nKoliel stares at her, then briefly shifts her gaze to you. You watch as an expression that could only be called 'existential horror' briefly creeps over her features, before her eyes go blank and her face slack. Then she smiles brightly, eyes still just the slightest bit glassy as she declares, "Yes, yes it will, that will be fine, everything's fine!" She gives a short laugh which sounds a bit... off... before taking her knife vigorously to the deer hide.\n\nOnce Cyan has been clad in a band of hide to tie across her breasts and a loincloth of her own, the three of you set off on what will surely be a long journey towards Purnaster. Koliel provides you with her spare equipment so that the two of you can shoot game as you spot it while you go along, hoping to keep yourselves in meat and tradeable furs so that on your return to the city you'll be able to afford actual clothes and equipment. Her success ratio is much higher than yours, which plucks at your manful manly pride a bit, but you content yourself with the knowledge that she is after all an elf and archery is an elf thing, surely, and besides for some reason you can't ever recall seeing yourself actually use a bow.\n\n"You did quite well today, Kovam!" Koliel says as the three of you work on making camp in the late afternoon. "I'd actually originally thought to give the bow to Cyan since I understand some monasteries train their foundlings in archery, but clearly your own wild man training is showing through!" She sounds just a bit on edge as she says it, but since she's complimenting your wild man skills you simply grunt proudly.\n\n"It's only natural to expect great things of Kovam, as he is the greatest wild man in the lands," Cyan practically sing-songs as she turns some of the meat over the fire. \n\n"Yes yes," Koliel agrees a little absently as she plucks at her bowstring. "Now, I recall seeing some nightpanthers on our way down. I'll go and try to take at least one down overnight and be back in the morning. Its hide and bones will sell for a great deal, and besides, with the hunting of prey animals we're doing, it would be helpful to take down at least a few predators for balance. I'll be back in the morning." With that, she prowls off into the trees and disappears into the shadows.\n\nYou and Cyan eat dinner effectively in silence, you thinking your manly and wild thoughts, and her no doubt being extremely intelligent and witty inside her head. Eventually you lay back on your grass pallet, stretching out... and feeling rather surprised when the green-eyed half elf moves to settle herself on your thighs, hands coming to rest on your toned bare belly.\n\n"You know, I've been thinking a lot about this situation," Cyan declares in her girlish voice, giving you a... you think that's a sultry look? "And the thing I find myself thinking over and over is 'clearly this is everyone but Kovam's fault'. You must feel so bad, being denied your destined kingdom because of our incompetence."\n\n"Ah, right, my wild, untamed kingdom which I dearly care about and am obsessed with, yes," you agree, suddenly remembering that whole destiny thing. Almost absently you bring your hands up to rest on the half-elf's hips, more for something to do with your hands than anything else, though they certainly are very nice hips, at least as nice as she had before. \n\n"It seems only natural that I offer some sort of recompense for denying you your destiny, and so I am finally giving in to my obvious but unvoiced craving for your powerful, wild man body, Kovam," Cyan almost moans, running her hands up your belly and over your chest before reaching up to untie the hide band, letting it fall and baring her large, tan breasts. "Plunge your cock into me and make me your woman."\n\n<hr>\n[["Hm, yes, clearly the manly thing to do is fuck you silly."|GGMonk]]\n\n[["Kovam is too honorable and manly to accept an offer made of obligation."|GGMonk]]\n\n[["... You dick." Slap!|GGMonk13x3]]

Honestly, the raccoon's really nearby, maybe you can just... hm... if you... sneak towards that tree there and-\n\n... And it's scampering away. Darnit.\n\nIn fact, it takes you several hours to track down the raccoon, and you wouldn't be able to do it at all if you didn't have the Detect Animal spell. In fact you'd have probably given up pretty quickly if you didn't start feeling aggravated about being outsmarted and outrun by a gosh-darned trash panda. You're supposed to be a super apex predator with a psychic brain now, that dumb little sucker shouldn't be able to get the best of you just because... all the trees here... ... have branches touching. ... Yeah shoulda picked the rabbit.\n\nBut eventually you get into range where you can cast Charm Animal. You can actually feel just a brief bit of struggle against the spell, but luckily it takes hold, and at your command the raccoon comes climbing down the tree trunk and waddles up to you, its broad little body covered in grey fur with the classic little black mask and striped tail. Stretching out a tentacle to wrap around it and pick it up (and resisting the urge to give it a good hard shake in revenge), you try mentally calling out to Kandor that you're ready to return.\n\nSome wibbly-wobbliness later and you're in the lab again. Kandor walks over, then eyes the raccoon. "Are you sure this is a female?" he asks.\n\n'<i><b>Yes</b></i>" you send back, probably a bit more emphatically than you meant to, since you've had the annoying little sucker under your Detect Animal for hours now and could tell him what it had for breakfast a week ago.\n\nKandor eyes you as if considering punishing you for the outburst, then just gives a soft 'bah' and turns to the nearby table. He picks up something that looks like a large syringe, albeit with a round glass dome on the end instead of a needle and presses it against the top of the raccoon's back, before slowly pulling on the plunger. You watch as the raccoon kind of, well, diminishes a bit, its fur pattern becoming less distinct and its body smaller and thinner. The stuff that flows into the syringe is pink, not quite liquid but not quite anything else, and Kandor gives a soft 'hunh', possibly at the fact that it's striped like the raccoon's tail. Once he's finished, he waves his hand again to disappear the raccoon... then stabs a finger towards the cage, glaring at you.\n\nSighing heavily, you turn and walk in, not really seeing any other options... and having to jump forward a bit as he yanks on a lever and almost drops the door on your hindquarters, let alone your tail. 'Dick,' you think as you turn around and sit, glaring at him as he detaches the ends of the device from the cylinder before tossing it whole into the cauldron. He gives another little 'huh' as the potion also turns pink-and-darker-pink striped, then shrugs before gleefully racing off to the side.\n\n"With my Potion of Womanization complete, I'll soon have any number of delightful former item and animal girls to do my bidding!" Kandor practically squeals, racing off to the side while you're busy rolling your eyes so hard your retinas are in threat of detaching. "And I've just had the best idea of where to start... this Blade of Shadows!" he says, thrusting a gleaming dagger with a very black hilt and handle with a sapphire set at the bottom in the air. "Surely this will yield a lovely rogue wife, with... heheheh, lots of dexterity and nimble fingers!"\n\n'Oh my god,' you groan, thunking your head against the bars of your cage.\n\nKandor shoots you a look even though you didn't project the words, apparently just for the thump, but returns to ignoring you as he walks over and tosses the knife into the cauldron. He steps back, rubbing his hands eagerly as the surface bubbles harder for several moments... and then a distinctly human figure pops up out of it, inhaling a deep breath as if she'd actually been just under the surface. 'Well, crap, am I gonna get blamed for that?' you think as you notice her shortish, fluffy grey hair, raccoon-like ears, the black coloration on her upper face, and the very obvious raccoon tail behind her. Add to that, she's very slender and obviously a bit on the short side, with perky but quite small breasts and slim hips. She blinks her blue eyes a bit, looking around.\n\n"Oh gods," Kandor whispers... before letting out an actual squeal and clasping his hands together, eyes sparkling. "Legal loli wife <i>get</i>!"\n\n'Define "legal" for me,' you think flatly.\n\nThe raccoon girl blinks her big blue eyes again... then gives him a huge sunny smile as she leaps up over the edge of the cauldron and goes running over to him. "Yay! I finally get to be with Master! I've always dreamed of this day!"\n\n"I knew it! I knew it!" Kandor sobs, completely unresisting as she takes him by the hand and leads him away.\n\n'I'm guessing this body can't puke or I'd be doing it already,' you think with a shake of the head.\n\nAfter a bit you try reaching through the bars with your tentacles to get to the lever, only to get painful shocks... apparently Kandor's not <i>that</i> dumb, unfortunately. Finally you curl up in the cage and just try to think on what to do... probably your next chance will be when he lets you out for some other errand, but then what about his new... girlfriend, wife, whatever? With that in mind, you take out the staff and look through some of its spells, then select a few more to memorize, before putting it away. Don't know that you won't need a counter to little miss maskface.\n\nActually speaking of which, isn't that her coming trotting into the room now? You raise your head a little, eyeing the cheerful little raccoon person as she heads right towards you. She's now wearing a pair of black hotpants that ride low, presumably to make room for her tail in back, a black band across her chest, some kind of black leather jacket, and boots. Probably gifts from Kandor, though you admit when you heard his reaction you kind of thought he'd go with something frillier and cutesier. She comes to a stop in front of your cage, looking in at you thoughtfully, before saying, "So! I'm betting you want to get out of here, hm?"\n\nWelp. Your ears perk up at that, and you slowly sit up. '<i>What about Kandor?</i>' you send curiously.\n\n"Ah yes well once I'd wrung a single shot out of him he went right to sleep and it was reeeally easy to find something sharp and, well, let's just say that our former master will not be joining us for the rest of..." She pauses, glances upward as if looking for an answer, then shrugs. "Ever."\n\nThat explains a few things. Can't exactly say you're sorry. Your ears perk up further as you lean forward. '<i>Great, so let me out!</i>'\n\n"Ah-ah-ah, not so fast!" The raccoon-girl holds up a hand and wags her finger. "First of all, introductions! Well, such as they are. I guess just call me Dagger, seems as good as any. Just a statement of fact when I was one, but now that I've got arms and legs and organs it makes me sound cool. What about you?"\n\n'<i>... Layla,</i>' you send after a moment.\n\n"Huh. Interesting name for a..." Dagger rather obviously eyes your balls and sheath, before shrugging. "But as y'like! Anyway, thing is, if you want to get out, you'll have to let me put this on you." She slips a hand into one of the jacket pockets, then holds it up, a large leather collar studded with purple stones dangling off two of her fingers.\n\n'<i>H-hey!</i>'\n\n"This is obviously the Collar of Obedience you're <i>supposed</i> to be wearing but that you apparently slipped out of at some point, and that nimrod never noticed. I'm guessing probably in the last day or two, huh? You let me put it on you so that I know you'll be a good, loyal kitty, and I'll let you out and promise to treat you well. Just gotta make sure you won't backstab me, is all, y'know? Call it projection if you want, y'know, considering. But! That's the deal. You let me put the collar on you and we have a mutually beneficial partnership (with me in charge), or I'll just leave you here and strike out on my own. What'll it be?"\n\n<hr>\n[['... Fine.'|LSDruid]]\n\n[['It'll be "Dominate Animal".'|LSDruid5x2]]

Dagger's blue eyes widen. "Wha-?! H-hey!" she blurts, visibly struggling against the spell. But you can already see those sapphire-colored eyes starting to go dull and glaze over. After only a few seconds, she slumps in place, her shoulders slack and hands dangling at her side, her sleepy-looking head bowed slightly\n\nGood, you were hoping the raccoon-ness meant she still counted as the Animal subtype and that you could exert the spell on her. Probably not exactly a lot of willpower to resist, either, considering she was born <i>today</i> and was an inanimate object before that. '<i>Go pull the lever to open my cage,</i>' you order her firmly.\n\n"Yes," she almost whispers, turning and slouching her way over to the lever, her movements almost robot-like as she reaches out to grab it and haul on it.\n\nThe chain attached to the top of the door retracts, and you quickly walk out. There! Smug, you saunter over towards your currently dominated target. 'Make a slave of me, huh?' you think, using a tentacle to poke the side of her head and watching it wobble a bit. Well, admittedly, you'd have probably done the same thing in your place, sooooo... you guess you might not take it personally. Still. What to do with her now?\n\n<hr>\n[[Toss the collar.|LSDruid]]\n\n[[Destroy the collar.|LSDruid]]\n\n[[Put the collar on her.|LSDruid]]\n\n[[Use her for "relief".|LSDruid]]

*<b>Main:</b> Continuing Holly's infernalized [[July 4th party|HolJuly1x4]].\n*<b>Main:</b> After freeing the futa vampire, Eric can [[look into her eyes|HHHVampDick1x1]].\n*<b>Main:</b> Cyan and Sapphire can decide to [[accept|GGAlien2x6]] their new situation after returning to Earth. Earlier on, the double Cyans can decide to [[stay with Celest|GGAlien2x4]].\n-Update 2-\n*<b>Main:</b> When searching for water on the mysterious island, Amanda can [[forget to check|SKMI1x1]] before drinking.\n*<b>Main:</b> A new store for Cyan to check out has been added to the [[shopping district|GGShopStart]].\n*<b>Main:</b> Jamie can tell Kalli the important part of a good relationship is [[defined roles|QOKalli1x1]].\n-Update 3-\n* More Cyan and Vex.\n*<b>Main:</b> Cyan can now [[think better|GGMoto1x1]] of just grabbing the interruption in the motorcycle's ignition.\n-Update 4-\n*<b>Main:</b> Cyan can now select [[Schwanstuckers of Skyrim|Cyrim1x1]] as the first mod to use in VR Skyrim.\n*<b>Main:</b> Jamie can request the [[sampler box|QOKevPorn6x2]] for the popular girls' party.

"I appreciate the offer, but I think I'll pass on Watchtower duty," you say.\n\nEskabar stares at you with that one eye and whatever that thing over the other is for a moment, before she gives a low chuckle. "I'd say something about being stupid to turn down a sweet gig, but between you and me I'd've probably done the same thing in the same situation, if it was when I got here. Okay, you've got twenty minutes, then you're due at the doors to the incursion area. Make sure you've got fresh packs in your blasters and plenty of spares, grab a clean fresh mask, and probably a couple ration packs and an extra medkit while you're at it. Better safe than sorry whenever you range out," she adds, probably at your mildly alarmed look.\n\n"Yes ma'am." Getting up and maneuvering your way out of the office (you seriously have no idea how she moves around in there), you pause briefly outside of her office. Well, it's not like you have a ton to do, so you just stop briefly by your room on the next floor up to put your tablet in your footlocker, then head up to the armory room. You glance a bit longingly at the locker full of Lances as you pass it... it did make Fiends explode real good. Of course it's also quite a bit longer and heavier than normal rifles, probably not good for use inside a bunker. Instead you open up a locker full of blaster packs, distributing them in various pockets as well as changing out the ones in your rifle and pistol. You grab the other items Eskabar mentioned and then head over to the doors to wait.\n\nEventually you can hear other people entering the armory area and moving about getting their equipment ready, Eskabar, Shyn, and someone else even chatting a bit as they do. Eventually Eskabar's massive form, now once more covered fully in armor, leads the way over, followed by an armored-up Shyn who's not yet got her helmet on, and another somewhat feminine form with helmet already in place, the nametag reading 'Vasquez'. A second after they stop, the apparent last member of the group joins them, someone else in orange like you... with blue-black skin and purple hair. Veronka's nonplussed expression at the sight of you is obvious even with her mask on, and you try not to let your own frustrated one show similarly clearly.\n\n"Alright, let's take a ride," Eskabar booms, hitting the control to open the doors and striding through.\n\nOutside a squarish vehicle with tires almost as tall as it is sits waiting, the back ramp lowering once you approach. It's not very aerodynamic, but you guess it really can't be with the poles on top for floodlight attachments. You file in with the others and take a seat, the ramp raising up and the whole thing jostling a little even on the relatively flat surface. There aren't any seatbelts, but you notice a strap to the side of your seat and grab it with your free hand.\n\nAfter a very rough ride, the ground transport pulls up in front of a bunker similar to the one you left, albeit a bit plainer-looking somehow. A lot of its outer floodlights are off, one dangling and sparking. "Alright, grab a lightharness and glasses out of the locker there," Eskabar grunts as she stands up, still stooping in the relatively low (for her) area. "Problem, LaChance?" she asks at your slight hesitation.\n\n"No, ma'am, just wondering why we're bothering with those," you ask as Veronka pulls on one of the harnesses, basically a belt and suspender set with flashlight emitters dotted all over it. "Doctor Mejat said when we got here that the light doesn't actually hurt Fiends."\n\n"Decent question, 'cause yeah it won't really deter a Fiend much, and every so often you get one that it just pisses 'em off. I still said to wear it," Eskabar adds with a bit of a snap as Veronka hesitates in fastening one of the clasps. "Because you want to give yourself as many chances as you get. Some of them, especially the smaller ones, will just avoid you if you've got enough light on you, slink off and hide. Besides, it's better to give yourself more chances to see 'em coming."\n\nNodding, you don a harness as well, sliding on the glasses designed to cut down the glare from looking at other people wearing what are basically a bunch of halogens without making everything else dark. The five of you march down the ramp and up to the door, which is ajar about a foot. Eskabar grunts and hands her massive ax-rifle to Shyn, then steps in and shoves her armored hands in. You remember the Commander saying she could crush just about anything the day you got here, but it's still stare-worthy as, after a bit of straining and growling, she shoves the massive, solid metal doors open another few feet. Taking her weapon back, she moves forward, the rest of you following close behind her.\n\nThe doors inside have been basically destroyed, and the light panels are all flickering and maybe at half illumination, with a good handful of them completely dark. As you move into the armory area beyond the near-identical incursion entrance, you hear Veronka swear softly, then raise her voice to ask, "Did they do this on purpose?! Are they that smart?!"\n\n"Easy does it, Kaze," Shyn murmurs with a glance aside.\n\n"Nah, they ain't that smart, they're that stupid," Eskabar says evenly as she starts moving past the rows of twisted and destroyed racks and lockers, shattered rifles scattered across the floor like so many pebbles, bits and pieces of orange and black suits laying here and there somehow managing to invoke the image of ripped and shredded bodies. "A lot of fiends get inside a manmade area and just lose it. They start flailing around, smashing everything, not even going after anyone. The more confined the space and the less living targets there are, the more they just flop around smashing at stuff at random. It's why we don't man the incursion area unless we're actively under assault, they'd waste time just losing their shit smashing at the blockades if they did a surprise on us." She stops near the door to the briefing area, then turns. "Alright, Vasquez, you're with me... we're gonna head down to the engineering core, see if we can get this place lit back up, maybe get the internal sensors working. Jehemis, LaChance, Kaze, I want you to sweep the dorms, mess hall and medical, and the offices. See if anyone managed to tuck themselves in a locker with a flashlight and a blaster and ride this out, or something. If you see a Fiend, take it down, if you see a group of them, alert me by radio and retreat to the transport." With that, she and Vasquez turn and walk to the opposite side of the armory, apparently considering a pair of doors.\n\n"She's trying to get us killed, sending us to do all this checking while she just goes to throw a switch," Veronka mutters as the three of you move through the trashed briefing room.\n\nShyn snorts softly, the sound coming through slightly modulated by her helmet. "You're full of bullshit when you should be full of gratitude, Kaze," she says as the three of you emerge into the hallway on the other side of the briefing room. "Remember what she said, Fiends don't like being enclosed in tight manmade spaces much. Once they've killed everyone an' trashed everything, they move on. Chances are none of 'em stuck around in the res areas once everyone was dead... but the engineering level, you've gotta access that by lift. And with the lights fucked, there's two places in this bunker that look like 'home' to fiends."\n\n"Elevator shafts," you mutter, shuddering. "Wait, where's the other?"\n\n"Emergency lift in the medbay. Don't worry though, it's got doors on it that make the front ones look like the ones on our fuckin' dorm rooms, even if Fiends tunneled into the shaft they'd never get through those. Okay, so, this is a lighter bunker than ours, there's only one dorm level, the level with the med bay and mess hall and shit, and then the officers level." Shyn pauses, then snorts again. "Fuck, this's actually easy duty, they're long fuckin' gone. Let's split up. I'll take the dorms, LaChance can take the medbay, Kaze can take the offices. We get this done in a third the time and hop our happy asses back on the transport before the Lieutenant even gets her horns through the engineers' door."\n\n<hr>\n[[That is the worst, stupidest, most abjectly moronic, absolute dumbest, truly idiotically suicidal idea you've ever heard.|GGSR6x11]]\n\n[[That's a great idea!|GGOri3x1]]

"Today is the day!" your mate declares, standing triumphantly with his feather-hands on his hips.\n\n"Gobble?" you say in reflexive question, blinking at him. He's flanked by another pair of birdmen today... a muscular rooster with a large cockscomb and even bigger dick, and a similarly powerful-looking mallard, his gleaming iridescent green headfeathers shining in the light. Of course you think your plump hubby is the most dashing of the three. "The day for...?"\n\n"The day we'll make a <i>true</i> stride in our war against the Thanksgiving Oppressors! Our very own supersoldier project! And now, we begin!"\n\nUnsurprisingly, beginning means your mate laying down and you lowering yourself atop him, your lightly plump belly pressing against his big round ones and your fat feathery tits dangling down in his face as you slide yourself down on his cock. The duck quickly steps up behind you, his own strong feather-hands kneading one of your big asscheeks before he guides himself to where your turkey-hubby's cock is already stretching you. You gobble-moan as the duck pushes in as well, pushing his pole into your plump pussy and stretching it even further. You can feel his cock rubbing against your hubby's, pressing against you and him both as he slides all the way in before leaning to one side... so that the rooster can move in too. You quiver in excitement as he, too, starts pushing into you, his prick along with the other two stretching you more than any egg you've ever laid, your gobbling quickly growing animalistic and mindless with excitement as all three of them finish sheathing themselves inside you. \n\nAll three begin thrusting however they please, the trio of cocks pumping into you chaotically, rubbing against each other and stretching you constantly, churning up your sodden cunt while you cluck and warble eagerly. You're still not entirely sure what this plan is, but you like it! You like it a lot! You especially love having three big, strong fowl-men (hubby being the biggest and strongest, obviously) rubbing your body, squeezing at your fat ass and fatter tits, all of them gobbling and clucking and quacking in lewd tones as they do their best to turn your pussy inside out with their big fat cocks. Until finally they all give a deep, hard thrust in almost perfect unison, the rooster letting out a long crow as all of their cum pours into you, mingling together as your eyes roll and your tongue lolls out of your sagged-open beak.\n\nYou've felt this many times, the feeling of an egg taking hold and forming in you as the males pull out, leading you to get into your usual egg-laying squat. But this time it's far more intense than anything you've felt before, your body shuddering as your belly swells up beneath your heavy boobs. Your tits start to be pushed up by the size of the egg rapidly forming inside you as your belly stretches further and further out, leaving you hugging it and barely able to hold your position, some mingling of fear and intense, eager anticipation rushing through you. And then as expected, your pussy begins quaking in orgasm as you start to lay the egg... but harder than it ever has before, your cunt gushing onto the floor as you twitch and wobble, your mind already starting to go blank with the intensity of the orgasm even before the truly immense egg starts pushing out, stretching you wide, wide, wider than should even be possible. Your pussy gapes around the gleaming white shell as it stretches you far more than the trio of pricks did even before it's really started to come out. But it continues to push forth, your taut cunt quivering and soaking around it as it slides further and further down. You haven't even laid most of it by the time it bumps against the floor, leaving you slowly raising up, your feet dangling and plump thighs sliding along its slick surface as it now more pushes your pussy up and off of it than the other way around.\n\nEventually you're left sitting atop an egg almost as big as you are, panting and quivering, your feathers rumpled. Then you yelp and tumble off of the egg as it gives a hard shudder, quickly cracking, and then shattering apart. The being within almost immediately stands, growing larger by the second as it rises to its feet, gaining muscle mass and height even as it slowly raises its spine. The huge avian creature with its snood, cockcomb, and sharp but flat beak flexes its massive muscles, towering above all of you at almost twelve-feet, flexing its powerful, massive arms and giving a bellow of "<b>Oppressiooooooon!</b>" as it throws back its head and arches its back, jutting its two foot cock out ahead of it and letting it wobble in the air.\n\n"O-oh my," you gasp out, eyes wide, before yelping as your mighty Turducken son grabs you around the middle with both big hands. You squirm and wiggle as he draws you close, before your eyes roll and your tongue juts, beak wide as he pushes that immense prick inside you, your legs dangling and swaying as he starts working you over it like you, his own mother, were nothing more than a fat feathery fuckhole sex toy.\n\n"Yes, yes my son!" hubby gibbers excitedly. "Make more Turducken supersoldiers for our fight against oppression!"\n\n"<b>Oppressiooooonnnnnnn!</b>" your son bellows as he continues to work you over him, his feathery balls swinging forward to slap your cock-distended belly.\n\nOh well, the rational part of your mind thinks before it's washed away with the obscene pleasure of being flooded with several gallons of potent mutant spunk by your own offspring. We all work hard for the revolution, after all!\n\n<b>Holly's Thanksgiving</b> end - <i>Frankenturkey</i>

"HA! Get rid of me?!" the demon snorts derisively. "As if you could. Demons are practically impossible to destroy completely! You'd never find a good method!" she declares smugly, folding her arms under her enhanced chest and turning her head away pointedly.\n\n... A little too pointedly. You look in the opposite direction she's looking, and spot the book you dropped. Aha. Moving to retrieve it, you smirk a little yourself as the Leslie-demon tries to suppress a wince and doesn't entirely succeed. "Sure you wanna go reading the thing that created me in the first place? You'll get corrupted!" she warns, trying to sound cheerful but obviously starting to get a bit worried.\n\n"I'll manage somehow, I think." Sitting down near one of the lanterns and cranking it up, you start reading through. Obviously a lot of it, especially the spells themselves, are in that weird language, but the rest of it is in something that's mostly just a pretentious style of English. \n\nActually, you kind of wonder if you are getting corrupted, because the more of it you read the easier it is to understand. Or maybe you just have a knack for this, who knows? Either way, you quickly confirm that it is really hard to just outright get rid of a demon. Even if you just banished her to the lower planes where the energy apparently came from, she could come back pretty quickly if she found a path... it would practically be the same thing as turning her loose! Of course, it also says a lot of demons never find paths to Earth... you could always hope that she turns out to be one of those, since the banishment ceremony looks super simple. \n\nAnother method it talks about is dispersing the vast majority of her demonic energy, effectively robbing her of power and form. Unfortunately, this would leave her 'demon core'... a little bundle of tight energy that contains her personality and memories. That can't be dispersed with the rest, and it would immediately latch on to the nearest source of energy. And you're pretty sure that source is you. The demon that took over and devoured Leslie would basically become a 'tag along' in your head for the rest of your life, probably trying to tempt you into falling far enough to depravity that it could start regaining some power and probably taking control of you.\n\nThe third... you reread two disconnected chapters a few times to make sure you've got it right. Apparently, angelic beings are capable of fighting demons and banishing them permanently to dimensions where there's no paths back, so if you can actually get the attention of an angel that's the way to go. This apparently isn't easy (if you trust a book written by demon worshipers anyway). However, there's another, entirely different chapter that talks about the principles of reversing certain aspects of spells. And if you're reading it right... basically you could redo the ritual that you foolishly used on Leslie. But this time, rather than it "sucking in" energy from the lower planes to create a demon, it would draw energy from the higher planes. Except unless you want to try to explain everything to the boys and convince them to go for this (which has its own practical and moral pitfalls), there's only one person you can perform this ritual on... yourself.\n\n<hr>\n[[Gamble on a quick banishing.|GGHH]]\n\n[[Gamble on resisting temptation.|GGHH]]\n\n[[Gamble on becoming an angel.|GGHH]]

You're a little worried the game will check something against the record of the credit card it has on file, but after typing in the fake age it instead clicks right over to the next screen. Apparently you need to create a new character to play the new content... man, they better not have actually wiped out your old characters or something, that would seriously make you post some angry stuff to the forum. But anyway, it's automatically put you at the character creation screen, so may as well play along until you get a chance to back out and check the character select screen.\n\n<center>Choose your hero's race!</center>\n\nThe noble, glorious, shining golden Blue Team!\n\n[[Human|GGWOW15x1]]\n\n[[Star Elf|GGWOW1x2]]\n\n[[Minikin|GGWOW2x1]]\n\n[[Kabrunisari|GGWOW10x1]]\n\nThose other guys.\n\n[[Orc|GGWOW13x1]]\n\n[[Troll|GGWOW16x1]]\n\n[[Taros|GGWOW20x1]]\n\n[[Midnight Elf|GGWOW11x1]]

"How should we decide who gets changed?" you ask, the other you stopping herself from speaking, but she then cuts in with, "And where they go?"\n\n"Well, from our conversations, I think I have a pretty good idea already where I can resettle one of you," Celest explains. "Somewhere that's different but not too different, and has a lot of opportunities for me to get into their systems and set you up without needing to do a bunch of 'ground work'. As for how to decide who it is... I think choosing randomly is best," she explains. "It's fair. I can set up a random number generator."\n\n"And we won't have to learn any new languages or anything?" the other you asks.\n\n"No, I'll implant that knowledge in your mind. I'll still leave you <i>you</i>, you'll just also know everything you need to so that you can get by in your new culture." She nods once, then heads over to start setting up the pods. "Once I've got these prepared, go ahead and get in. When you wake up, you'll either be back in your old bed and home, or in your new one. Whichever it is... well, I hope you have a long and happy life."\n\nYou nod, watching her silently as she finishes preparing the tubes and walks out. Then you begin to undress, the other you doing the same. "Well, at least whichever of us has to start a new life, sounds like we'll be rich as hell," you offer in a slightly forced cheerful tone.\n\n"Yeah, I'm not sure which of us is getting the better bargain there," the other you says with a halfhearted snicker as she steps out of her jeans and sort of tosses them aside. She pauses as she stands there in just her panties, then looks over at you. "So like... should we get in contact with each other? Whoever winds up resettled, they'll still remember the ori-... the other's cell phone number and email address." She pauses, then adds, a little ruefully, "And passwords."\n\n"... Alright, let's make a deal," you say, pausing while wearing only your shirt. "Whoever goes back home is free to change all their passwords without worrying about offending the other, if they think it's necessary. Whoever gets resettled... they give it at least a month before they call the ori-... the one who went back home. If, after a month, they decide they want to call, they can. If they do, no blame, if they don't, no blame, and then we'll figure out where to go from there. Deal?"\n\n"Sounds fair to me, but that's no surprise," the other you says, clasping hands with you and shaking your hand. "Deal."\n\nThe two of you clamber into the pods, settling in as the glass starts to swing closed. This time, as the drowsiness steals over you, you hear a pleasant but slightly artificial voice speaking. "Just relax. Go to sleep. When you wake up, you'll be comfortable at home, in your own bed. But for now..."\n\n<hr>\n(([["... goodnight."|GGAlien]]))\n\n(([["... oyasumi nasai."|GGJSStart]]))

His hold on you is just too good, and you can't quite bring yourself to give him a lapdance in the hopes of breaking it. Sighing, you let your body go limp, and slap a hand against the arena floor to indicate your capitulation. The monk quickly climbs off of you and awkwardly offers you his hand, and you roll over and accept, both of you not really looking at each other.\n\n<b>"Defeat, in your first match, and after you chose to make a spectacle of yourself,"</b> the Dark Judge booms, making you scowl even as you wince a little at the truth of it. <b>"If you wish to be a spectacle, so shall you be."</b>\n\nYou start to ask what the hell he means, then find that your hands are in motion. "What? Hey!" you yelp as, completely against your will, your own hands rise to your top, one gripping the collar of your top and the other pulling the tab of the zipper down. You gawk down at yourself as, much to the obvious and audible delight of the audience, you unzip the top and pull it open, baring your perky breasts and stiff dark nipples to all of them. You try your best to force your hands to cover yourself again, or at least stop moving, but there's not even a hint of hesitation as they move to shimmy the top off, making your tits jiggle with the motions of your shoulders as if you were deliberately putting on a show.\n\nNext you step out of the slippers before hooking your thumbs into the waistband of the shorts and peeling them down your legs, bending forward to do so, your tan ass lifted high in the air and not particularly covered by the thong. You can hear the sound and see the flashes of cameras going off even as you're bent over and stepping out of the shorts, and then, even worse, you're forced to lift one hand high and put the other behind your head, jutting your chest out and lifting one foot to jut your hips, posing for more pictures before sliding your fingers into the waistband of your thong. You're forced to push it down until it's over your hips and drops down your legs, baring your humiliatingly wet and puffy pussy to the crowd.\n\nEven then it's not over as you find yourself bending forward, ass jutting into the air again as a hand moves between your legs. Two fingers spread your pussy wide, showing off your inner pink to the crowd of hooting men and giving them plenty of time to take more pictures. And then, the final disgrace... your hands move to grip your buttocks, fingers dimpling the flesh lightly as you spread them apart and give the audience an unrestricted view of your bare pucker. Only once you've turned in a slow circle, making sure everyone who wants a picture or a look has one, including the gawking monk who now can't quite seem to look away, are you allowed to straighten up and walk slowly out of the arena, leaving your clothes behind.\n\n<hr>\n[[Game over.|HellKore5xEnd]]

"He does like 'swords and sorcery' type stuff, I assume the castle playkit comes with stuff like that?"\n\n"Yup! In fact it comes with a choice of plush 'antagonist'," he says, leaning down beneath the counter and starting to set plushes roughly the size of the average teddy bear on it. "There's the 'dark dragon'," he says, setting down a black dragon with bright purple horns an dorsal ridges. "The 'demon'," he continues, setting out a sort of generic, androgynous red plush that has horns and a tail, obviously designed to be demon-y without going quite far enough to trigger anyone's Satanic Panic. "The Wicked Queen," he says, setting out a plush doll in an elaborate (but black) princess dress with a crown. "And the Evil King," he concludes, setting out another plush doll, this one in purple vestaments and a crown, and with a fairly impressively villainous felt mustache and goatee. "Which one would you like?"\n\nYou purse your lips a bit, considering. Again, Ethan's not really a <i>little</i> kid so you doubt he's going to be taking whatever you pick to bed and sleeping with it. ... Well maybe, he is a little on the cute and innocent side, a thought which brings you a little big sisterly sparkle internally just thinking about it. Well, anyway, whether he does or not it will still be a nice little memento of your summer spent together, so best to pick a good one. Now let's seeee... you're pretty sure he likes dragons (or is it dinosaurs still? is there really a difference as far as liking bit scary things goes?), and that's pretty classic. You admit that maybe the demon is a little more appealing to you since it seems, despite its sort of generic features, kind of pretty... well he likes that super old movie 'Krull' too, that one's definitely got a demon bad guy. The wicked queen is very classic and kind of pretty too, but the evil king is definitely more generally applicable, you feel. Hm... which bad guy to choose?\n\n<hr>\n[[The dragon.|SweetBro]]\n\n[[The demon.|SweetBro3x2]]\n\n[[The queen.|SweetBro]]\n\n[[The king.|SweetBro]]

"That one," you decide after a bit of consideration, pointing at the red demon. Maybe it being just a tiny bit on the 'edgy' side will keep Ethan from feel like he's being coddled?\n\n"Alrighty then, let's see... ah, right, one castle playset with demon antagonist!" he says after a moment, pulling a large box off of one of the lower shelves and setting it on the counter.\n\nYou pay and take it home, humming a bit to yourself. When you get back home, you heft up the playset, deciding it will look better if you're standing there holding it when he sees you. "Ethan! Guess what, I got you something!"\n\nYour little brother quickly comes racing down the stairs. He looks enough like you that it's blatantly obvious at a glance that you're siblings... exact same blonde hair and blue eyes, and some similarity in the features, especially since he's still solidly in the "cute" phase. His eyes light up at the sight of you holding the large box. "Whoa! That's one of those playsets from the toy store, right?"\n\n"Yup! The 'Castle Fantasy'," you declare, setting it down. Ethan quickly rushes over, hesitating and waiting for your nod before he starts finding a place in the plastic seal he can tear it off. "I got you the one with the demon baddy."\n\n"Cooool," he chirps as he hauls open the top of the box and starts rooting around inside. As he does a slip of paper goes drifting to the ground, and almost without thinking you snag it so that it won't be more trash on the floor. Looking at it, it seems to be a general rundown of the contents.\n\n<hr>\n[['Chosen One' tiara.|SweetSucc1x1]]\n\n[['Sword of Conquest'.|SweetBro]]\n\n[['Henchwoman' outfit?|SweetBro]]\n\n[['Demon Lord'.|SweetBro]]

This game takes inspiration from any number of sources. Some are obvious, from large copyright holders. Others are simply responsible for ideas, imagery, inspiration drawn from fanfiction, online videos, art, comics, and other sources. Many of these sources are lost to the void of the internet or to the depths of my brain, forgetting where they came from in the first place. Others, however, are clearer. And so it seems only right to give at least some of them credit where credit is due for where they jumpstarted portions of the game's writing.\n\n[[Rangarig|http://rangarig.net/]] - Influence runs pretty heavily all through the "Isla Sauria" storyline, and anything involving the Raptarrans.\n\n[[Nuku Valente and other Flexible Survival writers|http://blog.flexiblesurvival.com/]] - Lots of the transformation stuff, especially the Animalland scenes.\n\n[[Fenoxo|http://www.fenoxo.com/]] - While he didn't create the concept of naughty, fetishy text games, CoC has certainly catapulted their popularity into the stratosphere.\n\n[[Sebastian Rubbermage|http://www.bastianmage.com/]] - Artist of weird transformations, odd bondage, and squeaky toys.\n\n[[Lily|http://lilysgames.com/wp/]] - Maker of many a Twine/RAGS/etc. game featuring various content like this one. Mostly credited here because her Christmas game [[Better be nice|http://lilysgames.com/wp/?page_id=138]] gave me the idea for Christmasland.\n\nThe team behind [[HentHighSchool|https://www.henthighschool.com/hhsplus/(hhs-1-07)-official-release-thread/]] - A tale of a new principal trying to run an efficient high school... or corrupt it into a modern Sodom. Influenced several of Helen's paths.\n\n[[Ambrosine|https://www.patreon.com/Ambrosine]]'s SFM videos inspired the Space Wolf bit for Cyan reading the "MagiSpace" RP book.\n\nNumerous SFM porn artists who helped influence various things and have had parodies and homages done in some of the paths.\n\n[[Back.|Start]]

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

You hesitate, staring at the box resting at the foot of your bed. When Veronka starts to move towards hers, without really thinking you grab her by the upper arm and yank her back towards you. "Wha-?!" she exclaims in shock... before letting out a short scream as the top of her footlocker deforms, extending a pseudopod that stretches towards her, the entire surface of the one on your side rippling.\n\nYou fire a rifle blast at the pseudopod, Ronnie half-scrambling with you as you pull her out of the room, most of your shots splashing against the walls as you concentrate more on getting out than aiming. The two of you stagger into the hallway and you fire your next blast into the door mechanism, the sliding door slamming closed hard. Several other orange-clad people are staring at you as if you've gone insane as you quickly unsling your rifle and hand it to your friend, unholstering your pistol instead as both of you aim at the door. They go from staring to scrambling for their own weapons as something slams against the door hard enough to make claw-shaped dents in it, and you slam one fist against the Fiend Alarm on the wall next to you.\n\n"Fiends in the base! Third dorm level! <i>They're shaped like other things</i>! Stay away from your footlockers or anything big enough to be a fiend, repeat, <i>they look like the fucking furniture</i>!" you shout, your voice picked up from the panel and amplified over the PA as more and more of your dormmates line up around you and level rifles and pistols at the shuddering, deforming door, the sounds of blaster fire echoing from elsewhere in the base as either other Fiends make themselves known or people decide to execute their storage containers just to be on the safe side.\n\nYou do your best to steady your breathing as the slams against the door get harder and harder and the metal bends even more. Finally the door is hit hard enough to bend it and slam it into the wall. Whatever the thing inside your room is, it's obviously smashed the lights, since the doorway is a gaping black hole in the wall... a blackness that seems to come pouring out in a chaotic tumult of limbs, claws, tentacles, and gibbering, drooling maws. You're the first to open fire, a surprising number of the others doing the same, standing their ground and raining balls of blue lighting into the thing as it twists and shrieks at the assault, lashing and flailing and trying to push outward, only to be met with the constant assault of blasterfire, until it finally splatters to the floor in a gray-black mess.\n\n"We are on lockdown, repeat, bunker is on lockdown," Commander Connors' even voice comes over the PA. "All residents, move into the center of the hallways. Convicts, divide into groups of three, wait for FEARs to come around and collect you for a base sweep."\n\nThe next eleven hours are both methodical and hectic as you, Veronka, and another convict named Sumer are led by Shyn in going room by room through the entire base, repeatedly prodding and jabbing at every solid item, even occasionally the walls. Several times your heart stops as the thing Shyn's jabbing at with a combat knife writhes and distorts, trying to turn into a fully-fledged Fiend even as your group pumps it full of blaster bolts, though admittedly, even with all you've been through, you come as close as you ever have to soiling yourself when Shyn thumps a recently-repaired section of wall and the very surface extends a tentacle to wrap around her wrist.\n\nEventually, the all clear is sounded. You start to slump against a wall, hesitate and stare at it, then mutter 'fuck it' before resting your shoulder on it. You jerk upright as Eskabar thumps down the hallway, in full armor, until her helmet pulls back as she stops in front of you. "Commander wants to see you, LaChance," she says quietly, almost as if even she were as tired as you are.\n\n'What fresh hell is this?' you think wearily as you nod and do your best not to slouch as you follow her down to the lower level. She leads you past her own office and further down the hall, then thumbs a panel. "Enter." When the door slides open, she waves you in ahead of her.\n\nThe Commander's office turns out to be not that much bigger than Eskabar's, though it feels a little bit moreso because it's tidier and better-organized. Still, you bet there's at least three times as many tablets and stacks of paper on her desk, though. (You guess even in the high-tech outer space world the paperless office is still a myth.) Connors looks up from her computer terminal and nods formally. "Cadet LaChance. Have a seat."\n\nYou settle into one of the two metal chairs in front of the desk, the same kind as in Eskabar's office, just considerably less dented and much cleaner. You watch as Connors stands and moves to the file cabinets along one wall, picking up something shrinkwrapped from atop them, then moving over to toss it in your lap. Blinking, you look down at the white and black material visible through the clear plastic. "What's this?"\n\n"What's it look like? Welcome to Foe Engagement, Ensign LaChance," Connors says simply as she settles back behind her desk, looking like she's simply going to get back to work.\n\n"Ah... ma'am, I've only been here a month," you murmur, too shocked to realize that this probably isn't the best thing to argue about.\n\n"And in that time you've befriended one of the more difficult FEARs, impressed our best sniper, survived a bunker swarm, and managed to identify and quell an incursion by a new kind of Fiend, with those last two being on consecutive days," Connors answers, only glancing from her screen at you briefly before her eyes slide back to it. "I have discretion in these matters, LaChance. You're FEAR. You've been advanced in rank and restored to honorable service. You've been given a large bonus. Your sentence is shortened to six months. Requisitions will have the rest of your gear and your new room assignment. Dismissed."\n\n<hr>\n[["... Yes, ma'am."|GGSR9x1]]\n\n[["... Permission to speak freely, ma'am?"|GGSR6x15]]

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

"Fine! Just don't send me in alone, okay! I don't want to get... squished," you add sullenly as you spend a moment fiddling with the pouch, figuring out how to untie it so you can hand it over. \n\n"Sanku~!" Sima chirps as she takes the bag into her palm and jingles it a bit. "Wow you spent practically nothing, huh? Well, you're a first level spontaneous caster, makes sense. Now let's see, meat shield, meat shield... ah! I know, I'll give you some backup and I'll test out that homebrew class at the same time!"\n\n'What the hell is a "homebrew class"?' you think with a frown as Sima snaps her fingers, your bag of money vanishing. Your eyes widen as, at the same time, a whole entire person appears nearby. A whole entire very hunky very big very tall <i>practically naked</i> person oh-em-gee! 'It's Jason Mamoa!' you instantly think with an internal squeal but... no, it actually isn't, he's just that big and has a somewhat similar look to his face. His skin is several shades darker though, and his hair is a sort of dark coppery red color done up in multiple braids and plaits and a lot of it left loose. He is, however, wearing nothing but boots, bracers, and a tied-on loincloth that looks like it's just some long scraps of cloth belted on around his waist. It leaves his incredibly chiseled and toned chest and stomach on display though... including an surprisingly thick (and blush-inducing) trail of thick dark slightly-red hair leading up from below the belt to practically reach his bellybutton. His arms, legs, and chest are all fairly heavily-furred too, making him look pret-ty distinct from all those hot guys you've seen in hollywood movies. The hair isn't so thick you'd call it 'fur', but it is enough to curl around the necklace of little carved animal-head amulets dangling around his neck.\n\n"Um," is all you can really say, since your brain has derailed just a little.\n\n"Layla... hm, you didn't fill in a character name, let's go with... Savyss, Savyss the Blackheart." You shoot her a glance, but she simply smiles sweetly and gestures to the towering wall of muscle. "Savyss, this is Yongor Many-Fangs. He's a Lycanrager."\n\n"A wha?" you ask distantly, your eyes still trying to follow that treasure trail downward every time they get close.\n\n"It's a class I made up myself based on another one, you'll see. Anyway! Your first mission on this little campaign is to go into those ruins there and find the Purple Orb of Rammesh. Once you do, take it back to a town called Golston and give it to the guy who hired you for this quest. Since you've got Yongor, I've given him all the knowledge of where you might find the Orb and how to get to Golston, so make sure to take care of him. Remember, he may just be provided by me for the campaign, but as far as things go he's still a person." With that enigmatic statement, Sima disappears without so much as a flicker or a puff of smoke.\n\nAt the same time, Yongor inhales, rolling the massive slab of muscle he calls his shoulders and shifting the chipped, scarred broadsword you didn't even notice he was holding before in his hand, letting out a loud grunt. "Well, what are we waiting for? You have paid me well for my services, sorceress," he adds, his voice somehow both rough and smooth, like bourbon over riverstones, as he pats a familiar-looking pouch now tied to his belt with a jingle of coins. "But I've still no desire to wander around the ruins after dark."\n\n"Uh. Right," you answer in a bit of a daze. This is all a bit too much... you're still trying to convince yourself on some level it's a dream, but you're having a harder and harder time. Well, you guess you need to say something to this Yongor guy, since his dark, intense eyes are fixed on you... piercing right through you... like you were naked before him, but without any base perviness, just like he could see all of you right through your clothes. ... Shit, you're getting a little wet just from him staring at you...\n\n<hr>\n[["R-right, let's go!"|LSSorc1x2]]\n\n[["Hey, you'll follow orders!"|LSSorc]]\n\n[["Uhhhhh... heeey, I've got an idea on what we could do first..."|LSSorc]]

Clearing your throat, you nod. "Okay, let's head in." Immediately Yongor sets off towards the ruins, with you having to hurry up to catch up to him, pouting in annoyance that he isn't letting you set the pace. But oh well, whether this is a dream or not, you want to get it done with, so hurrying isn't so bad either.\n\nYou have to admit it is a bit exciting, approaching some big scary ruins. Part of you is insisting you need to act bored and annoyed because psh, it's just some really crappy building that hasn't been kept up and this is all a stupid dream like some weirdo would have, but at the moment you're straight-up a hot sorceress (Savyss the <i>Blackheart</i>! you're kind of getting into it) who's got a hunky barbarian-or-whatever companion. That bit definitely helps, and you enjoy sneaking peeks at the practically naked hunk leading the way into the hallways of the castle.\n\n"Sorceress," Yongor grunts as the light starts to get more and more dim as you leave the outside behind.\n\n"Huh? ... Oh, yeah, right. Um..." You hold up a hand, palm-up, remembering that you took one spell because it just seemed pretty obvious. "Light. AH!" you squeak as a big ball of soft white light suddenly blossoms into being over your palm, about the size of a softball and emenating as soft and steady a glow as a lightbulb, but you can feel it faintly warm and sort of tingly even though it's not actually touching your hand. "For reeeeeeeeeal?" you almost squeal in a whisper, staring with wide eyes.\n\nYongor snorts. "You'd think it was the first time you'd done magic, sorceress. I knew that you were inexperienced but not that much."\n\n"Uh, no, no, duh, of course it's not the first time I've done magic!" you huff angrily, quickly shoving aside the exhiliration of doing magic for the first time as you try to will the lightball to hover over your shoulder instead and OMG OMG IT TOTALLY DOES IT AAAAA okay that's no big deal you don't care you don't care so much. "I'm just... having a day, I guess," you declare breezily.\n\nYongor gives you a look that, even with the obvious cultural gap, says 'Whatever the fuck that means', but merely grunts again and resumes walking. You have to admit you're glad you decided to go with this... otherwise you'd just be wandering around in here basically at random, whereas he either knows where he's going or is doing a good job of pretending. Honestly you don't care either way, so long as you're not the one who has to figure it out.\n\n"Stop," he murmurs eventually, holding out his empty hand a bit to further urge you to a halt. "... Enemies ahead."\n\n"E-enemies?" you almost squeak, unable to help drawing behind him slightly.\n\n"Mm. Small... but numerous. Upright... most unarmed. Ready yourself," he grunts, lifting his sword.\n\nSwallowing, you desperately try to remember the spells you picked. Oh god there were only like six of them and four of those had 'Zero' beside them can they even be any good and what even were they anyway?! And then you can hear it, bare feet slapping on stone and claws scratching and voices jabbering and then they're spilling into the light and you almost pee yourself as you let out a shriek of "What are THOSE?!"\n\n"Goblins," Yongor grunts, with an obvious bit of annoyance that it's not completely obvious, the little green humanoids with their ugly faces and scrawny limbs scampering towards you in a near-wave.\n\n"Since when do goblins have DICKS?!" you wail at the sight of the bobbling shafts jutting from their crotches, drooping balls swinging wildly back and forth as they run. What happened to all fantasy monsters having completely smooth crotches?! They're supposed to have bare, smooth crotches and no asses!\n\nYongor doesn't glance at you but you somehow get the feeling he'd very much like to look at you like you're an idiot, but you've got other things on your mind as the little horde of goblins is now practically on you, the big bruiser letting out an almost literal roar as he swings his chipped sword in a wide arc, killing at least three goblins with that single blow as body parts go flying.\n\nYou try not to be sick at the sight of it, and you also try not to just have your mind shut down in terror as some of the goblins make for you. Oh god oh god what were the spells?! "Ray of, Ray of, Ray of... FROST!" you shriek out, jabbing a hand in almost panic at one of the goblins. A glistening flicker of pale blue that leaves puffs of vapor in its trail streaks from the tip of your finger and hits one of the goblins in the eye. Unfortunately it doesn't actually die, but it does let out a yowl of pain and drop back, clutching its face. "Ray of Frost Ray of Frost Ray of Frost!" you shout, barely managing to not run the words together as you jab your finger again and again, obviously hurting the goblins but not deterring them.\n\nIn the blink of an eye several of them have made it to you. They're barely waist-high and wind up grabbing at your legs and waist, letting out little guffaws and burbling noises as their claws leave lines on your boots and catch at your belt, some of their grasps tearing at the bottom flaps of your dress and baring your little black panties.\n\n<hr>\n[["Yongor! Help!"|LSSorc]]\n\n[["Save me, you idiot!"|LSSorc]]\n\n[["Get OFF OF ME!"|LSSorc]]

Shaking, you slowly close the book and push it away from you. Forcing yourself to breathe steadily and stop your shuddering, you push yourself to your feet, your throat working a few times before you're certain your voice won't shake when you speak. "C'mon, Woolly. Time to go."\n\nThe dog's tags jingle softly as he rises to his feet and starts padding along with you as you walk through the library. As you walk you work on convincing yourself it was just a book, you just wound up convincing yourself the predictions were more accurate than they were, it's all Nostradamus bullshit, it's fiction, the ravings of a madman.\n\nTanya looks up from her magazine as you approach, blinking. "Geez, Wilma, you're pale as a sheet. I mean, not that you usually have a ton of color, but what's wrong?"\n\n"I..." You clear your throat a little, and for just a second you get the urge to go back on your decision, to tell her everything, show her the book to try and convince her. Whether it's uncertainty, smallness, or shame, you find that urge swallowed up and simply shake your head. "I wound up reading a really scary story, that's all. I... kind of don't want to be in this dark library anymore, y'know?"\n\n"Huh. Must have been a heck of a story, to scare you," Tanya asserts, closing the magazine and snagging her bag of Corn Nuts. "But I'm ready to go if you are."\n\n"Yeah. Yeah, let's go," you whisper.\n\nSoon the two of you meet back up with Ted and Skinny, their own search having been unsuccessful, and Ted apparently annoyed enough that he's given up on the whole endeavor and wants to move on. You do your best to smile and act normal around the others, climbing into the Monster Magnet with them and settling into your chair, opening up your laptop and bringing up a listing of nearby hotels. But you can't help but glance out the window and up as Ted drives out of town, and watch as a long streak of light darts across the sky, twinkles, and goes dark.\n\n'It was just a book,' you repeat to yourself as you look back at your laptop, unable to stop your fingers from shaking as you begin to type. 'Just a book, just a book, just a book...'\n\n<hr>\n[[Game Over.|WilmaLibrary3axEnd]]

Elves don't make the best melee fighters, but they do make the hottest ones, and that can be a benefit of its own in this sort of game. You select Amazon as your character class, and raise your eyebrows a bit as the diaphonous dress instead becomes what can best be described as, well, a chainmail bikini... well, scalemail. And the bottom is really more of a loincloth than an actual bikini. Her hair and eyes also change to a glowing red instead of white.\n\nBut more than that, the elf's body reshapes, growing taller, her slender form shifting to display obvious muscle tone, and even getting somewhat bigger breasts to fill that scalemail bikini top. Looks like the elves make for hotter Amazons than they used to. You'd expect to be given the option to change all that almost right away, but instead get a list of traits. Status modifiers or something, looks like.\n\n<center>Choose your hero's trait!</center>\n\n[[Seeking Bigger Challenges|GGWOWplaceholder]] - Your character is always seeking a more massive challenge to take on. If they see something bigger and more powerful than they've ever taken before, they'll be drawn to it and do almost anything to get at it. (Hm, sounds like you get some stat bonuses, but, what... enemies can pull aggro on your char? Huh.)\n\n[[Massive Weapon|GGWOWplaceholder]] - Your character's mighty weapon is their pride and joy, and they love to get it out and use it at every opportunity... in fact, they're driven to do so in situations where it really might be better not to. (Sounds like you get a bonus with large weapons, but maybe some sort of berserk status effect in battle?)

Well you never said you weren't looking for a hetero date you were just surprised anything else was an option, that's all. Like, that is very good! ... But you want to date a cute boy. Hopefully.\n\nYou select that option, and the next question appears:\n\n<i>How would you describe your hopes for this date meeting?\n\n[ ] [[I want to meet someone I'll have a lot of fun with.|GGDate]]\n\n[ ] [[I want to meet the love of my life.|GGDate]]\n\n[ ] [[I want to meet someone I can be very casual with.|GGDate]]\n\n[ ] [[I want to meet someone really unusual and interesting.|GGDate]]\n\n[ ] [[I want to meet someone who will sweep me off my feet.|GGDate]]\n\n[ ] [[I want to meet someone that will make me feel like the only girl in the world.|GGDate]]</i>

You leave a single keycard on the desk in front of Coach Morrison and leave her to finish up the polite chatter with the desk manager, heading back out to the bus to start calling out pairs of names and room numbers. While you're doing so, you notice Coach Morrison arrive to snag the bus keys and her bag before leaving again. It does take a little while to get everyone paired up, but finally you hand a grateful Hanna a pair of keycards before you head off to room 101.\n\nWhen you step into the room, Coach Morrison has already unzipped her bag and is rummaging around in it. She glances up at you and grins lopsidedly. "I kinda wondered why you only left one key."\n\n"Hanna really hates having anyone in the same room with her when she's asleep," you explain. "I hope you don't mind...?"\n\n"No, it's perfectly fine. Come in and get settled, roomie." She hauls out a pair of thin drawstring pants and a tanktop and tosses them over her shoulder. "You mind if I use the shower first, though?" \n\n"Nope!" You smile and give her a nod as she heads into the bathroom, closing the door behind herself. You're left to putter around the room, considering your various options.\n\n<b>[[Peek on Coach Morrison|CheerMotel]]</b>: You noticed she didn't lock the door when she went in. It's not that you're a perv, you don't want to drool over her naked body, but you <i>are</i> sort of curious. She's always wearing track suits and sweats... you kind of wonder if she's hiding something, like piercings or a tattoo or surprisingly huge boobs or something.\n\n<b>[[Check out public access|CheerMotel]]</b>: You know sometimes local TV has really weird late-night programming on their public access stations. Maybe you can catch some guy ranting about how lizard aliens killed JFK or some lady showing you the proper way to cook shoes.\n\n<b>[[Pay-Per-View|CheerMotel4x1]]</b>: You notice a leaflet laying on top of the TV and peruse it. It looks like the cable company is running a special promotion where movies ordered are free and don't even show up on your bill. Today is well within the date range it lists, might be a good chance to peek at something naughty if Coach turns out to be a long shower-er. And even if she starts to come out you can always just change the channel, it's not like she'll catch you doing anything pervy to yourself...

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

<img src="images/Slam.png">\n\n"W-wha?" Dean's jaw seems to have gone a bit slack as he stares at the image of the massive ram-like anthro on your tablet screen. You were going Full Furry when you made it, and were pretty shameless about the nonstandard horns (the usual two but also one jutting up from between them somewhat like a unicorn's), the powerful muscles, the digigrade hooves, and of course the oversized ballsack hanging down beneath a thick, overstuffed sheath. Dean swallows, his face having gone rather red as he says, "Uh, he's very, he's very, he's very, he's... ... naked," he almost squeaks.\n\n"Well, y'know, I mostly spent the last little while doing touchups on the color and stuff, I didn't really have time to add his gear," you note, turning the pad around again and being visible about doing a bit more drawing, all nonchalant as if it was totally not a big deal. "Y'know, the Bracers of Armor, the earth breaker hammer, and so on."\n\n"Ah, so he's... he's got pants. Or something," Dean murmurs in obvious relief, diverting his eyes quickly to his screen.\n\n"Oh no. No no no," you answer, dramatically widening your eyes and doing your best to use a very serious tone, despite the fact that inside you is a little chibi Cyan rolling around on the floor gasping for breath amidst her laughter. "Absolutely not. In Slam's barbarian tribe, clothing is considered very dishonorable for warriors. Covering your body implies you're hiding some sort of weakness, or maybe hiding a dishonorable sort of weapon. No he definitely has to go as naked as possible all the time, or he'd lose his honor!" As Dean opens his mouth, you anticipate the protest and add, "After all, the Bracers of Armor provide an all-over protective forcefield, so it's not like he has to worry about discomfort if he rides a steed or bumps into anything."\n\n"That's... true... I guess," Dean murmurs, worrying his lower lip with his teeth. "Er... what race is he, exactly? You said 'beastman' but-"\n\n"Oh I just used the Minotaur stat block," you say breezily, cheerfully adding a bit more fur to Slam's ballsack. "It's mostly an aesthetic change that he looks more like a ram."\n\n"The-" That almost makes Dean choke again, but from the mildly surly look on his face he's realized he did in fact say that you could use whatever race you wanted. He briefly rubs at his forehead, before he sighs and says, "Um, well, I guess that's okay, I mean... there are lots of settings with monster race adventurers, and, um... odd customs... so I guess that's all fine," he says as you casually haul out your dice bag, briefly using it to cover your smirk and snickering. "Okay, um, you ready to start?"\n\n"Yeah, go ahead," you answer as you start plucking the dice you might need out and tumbling them onto the table beside your laptop.\n\n"Alright, so, you're um, you're heading down the road, I guess in search of adventure..." He pauses, perhaps waiting for any complaints about railroading. (You've had some rather contentious players before.) When none is forthcoming he continues. "Okay so you're heading down the road and you see someone ahead of you. It looks like another adventurer, probably, when she turns to face you and-"\n\n"Oh? Is she cute?" you ask, grinning as you prop your chin up in one hand.\n\n"... Uh." Dean blinks, blushing a little again, then rather obviously scrambling for his reference folder. A bit of clicking and scrolling later, he turns his laptop so you can see the screen. "I mean, let's say this is her, I guess."\n\n<img src="images/Miriam.jpg">\n\nYou're not terribly surprised that Dean picked out an image of a very pragmatic and "realistic" fighter character, the pretty black-haired young woman in the image covered head-to-toe in a combination of leather armor and attractive but unalluring clothing. You're well aware that under his shyness Dean has a pervy streak <i>almost</i> as big as yours, just that he's pretty narrow about acknowledging it with others, and definitely never during tabletopping. So yeah him going for what's probably some sort of cleric that looks like an actual holy warrior instead of a holy stripper isn't exactly surprising. Still, you make sure to grin big and coo, "Oooo, she <i>is</i> cute!"\n\nDean's ears go pink. You're not sure why he's never gotten used to you commenting on the attractiveness of female NPCs (or sometimes, if you know the other players are okay with it, female PCs). He just grins a bit when you do it with guys but the girls always throw him, sweet summer child. But he pushes on, clearing his throat. "So, ah, she sees you coming, and... well I guess she'd obviously look surprised, and maybe even shocked, but uh, she doesn't seem hostile or anything. As you get closer, she raises a hand and says, 'Hail and well met, traveler! I see by your equipment you must also be a fellow seeker of adventure, and by your form and-'" He pauses in speaking for the NPC, obviously not wanting to say 'nudity'. "'-and mode of dress that you must be of the beast tribes. I offer you peaceful greetings and news, if you would have it.'"\n\n<hr>\n[["I greet her back."|CyanDDD2x2]]\n\n[["I rape her."|CyanDDD]]

Yeah, the train's probably the best option, it's how most people in Japanese cities get around, right? At least as far as your knowledge goes. (You wonder how much of what Celest implanted was gleaned from anime, same as your own learning? Well, you'll just have to hope you've got enough usable real-world learning from both sources to get by.) Anyway, according to your new memories, there's a train stop a few blocks away, and if you hurry a bit to get there you'll have time to buy a pass and something decent to eat as well as making the train you need.\n\nYou set out at a bit of a jog, not actually running... for one that's considered a bit rude, as you understand it, for another you skipped the toast so you may as well not bother trying to tempt fate. Nobody gives you more than a second glance as you go by... it's really only mildly weird for <i>you</i> to be running through the Japanese borderline-suburbs which is weird in its own way, but nevermind. Soon you've entered the train station and made your way over to one of the automated kiosks, deciding to just go ahead and buy the one month unlimited use pass because why not. You also set it up to auto-renew because, well, why not. Once you've done that you take a look around and spot a vending machine area, and buy a quality mochi donut from one of the higher-end ones. There, breakfast sorted. Ah... but you're pretty sure it's rude to eat while walking or on the train, so you'll eat it once you get to school.\n\nYou consult both the transit map and your new memories, then use the pass (integrated into an app on your phone, handily) to head to the platform. The train's not here quite yet, but it's shown as 'On approach' on the monitors. You also notice that there are several markings on the floor in front of the markers for where the doors will be. Most of the ones in the middle read 'General'. But the one off to the left reads 'Female-only car' and the one to the right reads 'Quiet car'. Ahhh... for people afraid of gropers and for people hoping to nap on the way to work, probably.\n\n<hr>\n[[Ride the general car.|GGJS2x2]]\n\n[[Ride the females-only car.|GGJS]]\n\n[[Ride the quiet car.|GGJS]]

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

"Alright. I raise one hand and I grunt, and I say 'Hello, human female. Though your hips are narrow you seem fertile and likely to give some virile male many offspring.'" You're barely suppressing your laughter at Dean's dumbstruck look, focusing instead on rolling a d20. "It's a common bit of praise for females where he comes from. Twenty-four diplomacy for it to be taken as intended."\n\n"Buh?" Dean blinks. "Did you roll a twenty?"\n\n"I rolled a four." You give him an innocent smile as his jaw goes slack again. "Hey, barbarians don't have a lot of class skills to spend points on, so I took the 'Charming' and 'Ease of Faith' traits to get bonuses to his diplomacy. I also didn't dump-stat his CHA, it's one of his better stats really."\n\n"O-oh. Um. ... Okay then." Dean looks at his screen, and after a moment shrugs helplessly. "So, um, you comment on her... her hips, and fertility, and she... I mean, I guess she'd probably look stunned or something for a minute, then she composes herself and says... 'I thank you, brave warrior, but I am sworn to chastity as a member of my order.'" He even blushes a bit again when he says 'chastity', the poor guy really is kind of adorable. "... Right, uh, so she goes on to say, 'I am on my way to the city of Mirabel. They have lately come under the depredations of an awful dragon, who has killed many of their people and destroyed much of their property. The king has become desperate and offers a considerable reward of either five million gold coins or a million gold coins and the hand of the princess to whoever can slay the beast. Though I am already bound to obey the laws of this land and the orders of its rulers, the money would be a great boon to the church in alleviating the suffering of the people in its many parishes. Still, I would not deceive others out of the chance to seek their own fortune, it would not be kind.'"\n\nYou have to give it to Dean, his NPC dialog is a little on the stereotypical side but he's good at getting into the flow of it. (When you or another player isn't throwing a stick in the spokes of his bicycle.) Okay, so, she is a cleric it sounds like, and proffering you a quest hook.\n\n<hr>\n[["Alright, I'll look into it."|CyanDDD]]\n\n[["Let's kill it together."|CyanDDD]]

As you understand it, "occult" in Japan covers pretty much anything even vaguely out of the ordinary, as opposed to just magic and demons and whatnot. Ghosts, cryptids, aliens, all also fall under that heading here. (... Actually maybe they did back home too? You'd just never got that sense about it, they kind of seemed like their own thing.) Well, you already know aliens are real (not that you're necessarily going to tell anyone else that), so honestly you may as well hang out with other believers, if for nothing else than embracing the oddness that your life has been influenced by.\n\nYou read over the blurb, which is really rather dry... you get the sense that some (probably disapproving) teacher took a much more vibrant and enthusiastic description as written by a student and ruthlessly stripped it of any and all joy, nuance, or compelling thought (as a teacher do). But the general gist is that the club does indeed investigate anything and everything even slightly out of the ordinary, and even takes suggestions from the rest of the school about rumors and myths. Huh, so it's not just sitting around having chuunibyou? That's even more interesting. Yeah, you've pretty much decided now.\n\nDuring lunch various people approach you to ask friendly (read: nosey) questions, but when it becomes obvious that you're kind of ducking any questions about your personal life they back off. You wonder if that's going to start any rumors about exactly why you transferred in, but you'd kind of already assumed you'd wind up labeled a weirdo anyway once you joined the occult club. After school, Kushina-sensei snags you to give you a perfunctory lecture (reminding you that whenever possible "on time" actually means "early", though not coming right out and saying so), but at least it means the rest of the school has had time to disperse and get to their own clubs (or leave). You wind through the school looking for the club room that was listed on the papers... your implanted memories seem less than perfect regarding the inside of the school, which at this point is almost relieving in its normalcy... until you find it on one of the upper floors and stuck sort of down at the end.\n\nThe sign on the door actually says 'Society for the Investigation of All Things Strange and Unusual'. Wow, the school listing even sucked the individuality out of the club's <i>name</i>. You're not sure if you should just go in or not... it is a school club and thus technically open to anyone who wants to come in, but you've also read enough doujin to suspect (or maybe hope) that people might need a moment to dress or maybe stop making out, so you raise a hand and knock on the door. Immediately you hear an answering scramble from inside, possibly justifying your thought, until the door is yanked open and a short girl with shoulder-length hair, wearing a black hoodie over her school blouse and some sort of assemblage of those cheap little cell phone "signal improving antennas" that don't actually do anything stuck all over her head like she went crazy with the barrettes.\n\n"Don't say ANYTHING!" she immediately blurts, cutting you off before you could indeed begin to formulate any sort of response to such a sight. "You arrrrrrrrre..." She flicks her eyes up and down quickly, as if either trying to keep you from noticing or not really noticing she's doing it herself. "A new transfer student!"\n\n"Ah... yeah," you agree, since that seems to be an acceptable point to say something. ... Also extremely obvious with your clearly new uniform and the fact that she'll have never seen you before.\n\n"Yooooou... have..." She scrunches up her mouth, then reaches up and clips in two more of the cell phone antennas. "... come to join our club!"\n\n"Yeah," you agree, declining to mention any current second thoughts.\n\n"And your name iiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiis..." She rubs her forehead enthusiastically, eyes squinted closed, before they pop open and she points directly at you. "Melsa Reira!"\n\n"Nnnnnnnnno," you answer, unable to help smirking.\n\n"FAQ!" she shouts in Engrish, snatching handfuls of the antennas out of her hair and throwing them to the ground where they scatter, yanking herself back and slamming the door closed.\n\nYou stand there blinking for a second, before the door opens again and a tallish girl with long, straight hair, a pleasant face, and wearing a blue cardigan that drapes off her shoulders (incidentally showing off a large chest) over her uniform is there, smiling. "Hello! Sorry about that, Nyoko's just a little frustrated, she really thought that was going to work! Please, come in!"\n\nShe steps back and you follow her inside. The club room looks pretty normal, like it might have once been a music practice room but has now been pretty much repurposed into a full-time clubroom. There are shelves with various accoutrements like stacks of different tarot cards, boxed ouija boards, (clearly fake) aliens in jars, and at least one 'CAUTION: Werewolf breeding area' sign that you're not 100% on if they got the gist of because it's in English and the werewolf is just looming over its intended, ahem, victim rather than being actively in the act, as it were.\n\nThe girl who first "greeted" you (Nyoko apparently) is sitting on a chair in the corner sulking, while everyone else seems to be gathered around a table in the center. They're definitely a much more varied group than you would have expected, already taking Nyoko's general cuteness and the other girl's general normalcy into account. There is in fact the expected girl with long, unruly black hair and circles under her eyes, herself also having donned a hoodie, though hers is a dark purple that makes her look all the more pale and gives a purple tint to her own eyes. (It is kind of cool-ish bordering on cold in the club room, maybe that's someone's idea of atmosphere.) But sitting next to her is an almost delinquent-ish girl with short, blonde hair and a pair of headphones draped around her neck, a black sports jersey half-zipped over her uniform. Sitting across from them is what seems to be an authentic gyaru, hair pulled up into side twintails as well as being loose in back, an expensive-looking white cashmere cardigan with overlong sleeves worn over her uniform and baggy pink socks to accessorize. There's also what looks very much like the very ideal of a Yamato Nadeshiko type girl, with long brown hair and an overall pleasant demeanor, sitting at an easel and cheerfully humming as she paints...\n\n... wow that is uh... that is a lot of black and red. It doesn't look quite like anything, except maybe "horrifying". She's, uh, good, but she's scary about it.\n\n"Welcome to the Investigation Society!" the girl in the blue cardigan declares, drawing your attention back to her and putting a hand to her chest. "We only use first names here, to get rid of the sense of formality. After all, we're investigating the dangers of the unknown together! You already met Nyoko." She pauses for a disgruntled muttering of acknowledgement from the corner. "Her passion is secret technology and government conspiracies! This is Kuro, she's into astrology and visitors from the stars," she continues, though to your surprise it's the wild-haired girl that raises a hand a bit and gives a shy wave. "Mika, she's into psychic phenomenon and ESP." The tomboy-ish girl waves cheerfully. "Keiko, she's all about cryptids and undiscovered animals." The gyaru pops a bubble and wiggles her fingers at you. "And that's Mayuri, she loves ghosts and hauntings!"\n\n"Hello~," the brown-haired girl calls extremely pleasantly, dabbing her brush into the water cup, apparently done with work on her nightmare of a painting for the moment.\n\n... Oh it's gonna be like that, is it?\n\n"And I'm Rina, the club president! As is my duty, I am interested in anything and everything supernatural, beyond the normal, or that demands answer through investigation!" the leader declares proudly, putting a hand to her chest. "Feel free to introduce yourself as well!"\n\n"Ah, right. I'm Shian," you say, glancing around the room. "Um, I guess I'm sort of into a little of everything too! Although... I guess you could definitely say I have a very strong feeling about the existence of aliens, too," you add, Kuro giving a subdued gasp and putting her fingers over her mouth, dark eyes sparkling.\n\n"Like, is that allowed? Can we have two people that are, yanno, into the same thing?" Keiko asks, frowning as if this were actually a very serious issue.\n\nRina opens her mouth as if to say 'of course', then pauses, and cups her chin. "... You know now that I think about it, it does seem slightly weird. Everyone else sort of arrived already completely into their own thing. Huh." But after a moment she shrugs, and beams, and throws an arm around your shoulders. "But that's fine! If it seems unusual, all the more reason to have her join, after all!"\n\nEveryone else seems to accept that reasoning (such as it is) and relax, even Nyoko getting up and coming to sit down at the table, having picked out the rest of the clipped-on antennas out of her hair. Mayuri starts setting out sweets (which look homemade), so at Rina's eager gesture you take a seat as well.\n\n"We're glad to have you, Shian, we haven't had any new members in a while!" Rina adds as she follows after Mayuri pouring what you at first take for coffee but turns out to be (very) black tea. "To be honest I think we were starting to get into a bit of a rut!"\n\n"Yeah, we've been sitting around the club room a lot lately and haven't been doing any investigations," Mika speaks up. "Maybe now you'll motivate us to get off our butts!"\n\n"Our club's actually a lot more active in the, like, summer believe it or not," Keiko adds. "When everyone's got lots and lots of time to go places, yanno?"\n\n"As it is we usually have to wait until the weekend, unless it's an investigation somewhere near the school," Mayuri says as she sits down and delicately sips her black tea. "So I suppose it is a little easy to just settle into hanging out in the club room and just trying various things, like Nyoko's 'psychic antenna' idea."\n\n"Logically it should have worked!" Nyoko huffs. Then she frowns and taps a fingertip on her cheek. "... Maybe I need a metal plate in my head..."\n\n"So ah, no offense, but have you guys ever actually... y'know... found proof of anything with an investigation?" you ask slowly.\n\nEveryone suddenly gets a bit shifty-eyed and starts glancing around, clearing their throat and not quite looking directly at you. That'd be a 'no', then. ... Man how'd <i>you</i> stumble across alien life just by hanging out in your backyard with a telescope, when this bunch is actively looking for it and everything else and had no luck?\n\n"A-anyway, nevermind 'proof'!" Rina declares. "We have both an obligation and a passion to search out new discoveries and the answers to the questions on the minds of ourselves and our fellow students! So~!" She turns and quick-marches over to the door, stepping outside briefly. ... You wait, glancing around at the others, who all seem to have just sort of patiently put themselves on 'Pause' to wait for their leader. Rina does return fairly quickly, hefting up a paper-covered cardboard box with a slot in the top. "We shall once again answer the calls of our fellow students!"\n\n"Some of the stuff in there is, like, from us too," Keiko confides to you in a whisper as Rina brings it over and sets it down beside you, lifting the lid off. "But since it's, yanno, anonymous and stuff, it's just a good way to submit stuff for the club to do'n'junk."\n\n"Alright, Shian, why don't you look through the submissions, and we'll find something to do for your first week in the club," Rina chirps.\n\nOh well, that's nice, you guess. Also a bit of pressure since you'd want to pick something fun, but hey. You lean down and gather up the slips of paper littering the bottom of the box and stack them up in your hands, flipping through them until you spot one that seems likely and read it aloud.\n\n<hr>\n[["The mystery circle in room 217-A."|GGJSMysteryCircle1]]\n\n[["The haunted hot springs hotel."|GGJS]]\n\n[["Alien base in the old reptile house."|GGJS]]\n\n[["The black dogs of doom."|GGJSBlackDogs1]]\n\n[["Mind control phone apps."|GGJS]]\n\n[["Secret evil organization in the entertainment district."|GGJS]]

<img src=https://i.imgur.com/lsBPkMS.jpg>\n\nAs your power grows from more and more players being captured here, the food you eat in the simulation will eventually be as nourishing as the real thing, if not moreso. For now, though, it's basically a place to relax, and enjoy putting a few slaves to work bustling around as waitresses and cooks. \n\nThe kitchen area proper is in a sunken area and enclosed by a glass wall and door, allowing you to look down and watch your servants at work. The table itself is normally sunken into the floor, giving you more room to walk about and observe, but on command will rise up and to the side, settling into place and giving room to sit and eat properly. Another enclosed area above the kitchen area contains a small bar and smoking lounge, where of course you can enjoy more of your pretty servants waiting on you hand and foot.\n\n<hr>\n[[Upper Level.|Capture-HabUL]]

"Oh, the Mystery Circle, that's a good one!" Rina says enthusiastically. "Read the rest!"\n\nYou wonder what she'd do if you asked her to provide a handwriting sample so you could compare it to this submission? Ahem, nevermind, anyway. You do continue reading the slip aloud. "'There's a strange metal ring set into the floor of classroom 217-A. None of the other classrooms have anything like it. All questions to the school staff as to its purpose have been dismissed without answer. It seems to date back to the construction of the school, but there's no other information about it at all.'"\n\n"Hmmmm, I had a class in 217-A, and so did Rina," Mayuri allows. "There is definitely a metal ring set into the floor that pretty much encircles the student seating area, though not perfectly. And I've never seen anything like it in any of the other classrooms, so it definitely is a bit of a mystery."\n\n"This is a great opportunity! A local school mystery<<if $firstclubactivity is false>> to start off Shian's entry into the club with<<endif>>! Alright, everyone, here's what we'll do! You're all to do your best researching the mystery of the ring! On Friday, we'll all show off our research, and then stay in the club room until they close the school and we're free to investigate!"\n\nWow, your first week here and you've already fallen in with a crowd that wants to break regulations and guerilla camp out in the school overnight. ... Cool!\n\n<<if $firstclubactivity is false>>Admittedly you don't get a lot of research of your own done over the rest of the week. You kind of have a lot of work to do getting settled into your new classes and apartment... Celest did a good job getting everything set up, but she did in fact leave it in a state of "you've just moved in" so there's a lot to handle. But you still have a pleasant week getting to know your new friends. Your new club president, Rina, is very nice, and seems to have all the enthusiasm, energy, brains, and impulse control of a Cocker Spaniel puppy. Nyoko's actually pretty cheerful and fun, when she's not sulking over the failure of her latest "science" experiment. Kuro's quiet and shy, as expected, but she will start gushing eagerly about aliens if prompted. (None of it accurate, at least to your own experience.) Mika's outgoing and energetic and does seem to be a bit of a sports nut as her slightly tomboyish looks would indicate... her strong belief in ESP would seem to be some sort of outgrowth from taking "mind over matter" lectures extremely seriously. (She also, apparently, has some of the best grades in her year because of this.) Keiko is very chill and easygoing, and not that easy to get a read on... at best, you figure her reason for wanting to discover, say, a tsuchinoko would be to keep one as a pet. Mayuri is sweet, cheery, unflappable, and apparently has a morbid streak about a mile wide... apparently the reason she got into ghosts is that her beloved grandmother was violently murdered, and Mayuri would really like to contact her to....... get her signature cookie recipe. You, uh... you kinda maybe wonder if maybe there's some trauma going on there? ... But she seems okay, so, um, not your place. You guess.<<else>>Admittedly you sort of don't get a lot of research of your own done. ... There was a lot of really good anime on TV, okay? And your new apartment includes a top-class DVR.<<endif>>\n\nAnyway when you arrive at the club room on Friday, it turns out that everyone else has done plenty enough to cover for your lack of material.\n\n"I-it was definitely about aliens," Kuro murmurs, blushing and looking down as she speaks to everyone else, squirming in place. "Th-there are a lot of old rumors that say that 217-A was gonna be used for after-school detention, so that they could send bad kids to space to be experimented on by aliens." Sounds a little more elementary school than high school to you, but hey, 'send them to get dissected by aliens for running in the hall' is definitely something you can believe school administrators would do.\n\n"Th-that sounds really cool!" Mika blurts, eyes alight as she looks at Kuro, who doesn't seem to notice since she's withdrawn a bit into whatever social anxiety shell she cloaks herself in directly after speaking. "Ah, but also, my research said it was some kind of experiment, like, to draw off mental energy from students so they wouldn't be disruptive during class, and that then it expells the energy at set times at night!" Interestingly specific, though Mayuri and Rina look thoughtful... maybe their classes in 217-A really were calm?\n\n"Well, like, I found this posting that said it's actually made out of real silver, to serve as a sort of 'safe room' against a werewolf even during a full moon," Keiko speaks up, popping her bubblegum again. "But, like, apparently they messed up or something and it doesn't work'n'junk, so they didn't put them in the other classrooms." ... Also... probably no werewolves? Then again, you know aliens are real, so...\n\n"I heard it was installed by the first principal of the school, as a way of allowing him to come back as a ghost," Mayuri speaks up cheerfully. "And that every principal thereafter has also had their soul eternally trapped and merged with his, imbued with a sort of fell authority like a minor god!" Well. Principal with a god complex. Not exactly unique there. The ghost thing is a new spin.\n\n"I mean, I'm glad for once that you're all admitting it must be a government conspiracy, <i>but</i>!" Nyoko proclaims, leaping to her feet and thrusting a finger in the air. "What it <i>really</i> was, was a secret government project to turn kids into actual programmed drones! But they either couldn't get it working or never dared to try it on the class in there because it was too obvious!" Yeah... obvious. That's one word for it.\n\n"Oh this is all delightful!" Rina calls, clapping her hands cheerfully. "For my part, I found an entry in one of the old club diaries that said the circle was put in by and for the very <i>first</i> occult club at this school, to be used as a summoning circle with offerings of food!" That's... okay, huh, if she found an entry in the first club's books... maybe?\n\nEveryone falls to discussing their ideas, while also hauling out the various snacks and things for dinner that they brought. As you walk over to the side table where the hot water dispensor is kept, Rina slips up beside you, grinning and keeping her voice low. "Shian, Shian. Who do you think is right?"\n\n"Hm?" you hedge, glancing aside as if not understanding.\n\nRina giggles at that. "Don't worry, I won't feel bad if you don't pick mine, and I won't tell anyone else what you picked, I'm honestly just curious. What do <i>you</i> think the circle is?"\n\n<hr>\n[[Alien teleporter.|GGJSMysteryCircle2x1]]\n\n[[Energy siphon.|GGJS]]\n\n[[Werewolf repellant.|GGJS]]\n\n[[Ghost trap.|GGJS]]\n\n[[Drone maker.|GGJS]]\n\n[[Summoning circle.|GGJSMysteryCircle1x1]]\n\n[[Maybe something else entirely.|GGJS]]

The all-male race to "balance out" the all-female Kabrunisari. Obviously based on Minotaurs, the Taros are massive slabs of dark-hided muscle, the default male model a broad-shouldered, slightly hunched thing with forward-swept, pointed horns, powerful hands, and nothing but pair of brown leather trunks to wear. He stands on legs set up for hooves, shiny black ones, and has a golden ring piercing his muzzle-like nose. His thick mane has a pair of braids hanging down on each side, the ends capped by copper.\n\n<center>Choose your character's class.</center>\n\n[[Savage|GGTarSav1x1]]\n\n[[Druid|GGTarDruid1x1]]\n\n[[Spirit Caller|GGTSC1x1]]

"Sam!" Aunt Kelly calls as she opens the front door. "Sam, sorry it took so long! Looks like we'll have to leave in the morning! ... Sam?" Frowning, she turns and heads for the entertainment room. As she sees what's on the screen, her eyes widen, and she quickly rushes to grab up the control and stab the Off button. "Sam!" She turns and stares at you, still wearing just your panties and a blank expression. Your hand slips out of your panties, and you rest both hands in your lap, at ease.\n\n"Oh, Sam," Aunt Kelly says with a sigh, shaking her head as she looks at the control screen again. "Why would you even-" Then she slaps her hand against her face and drags it down. "Of course. Kids love that techno stuff. I should have named the damn thing 'Burt Baccara's Greatest Hits' or something." A resigned expression on her face, she looks at you again. "Exactly how long were you watching that?"\n\n"Five hours, mistress," you reply, your voice a dull monotone.\n\nSighing again, Kelly reaches out one hand and rests it on top of your head, wiggling it around as your head bobbles limply under her guidance. "There's not a single individual thought or bit of personality left in that head of yours, is there?"\n\n"No, mistress."\n\n"If it had been an hour or so I could undo this, even at three I might be able to reconstruct you to at least <i>act</i> normal. Five..." Pulling a face, she sets the control back down and rests her hands on her hips, looking at you pensively. "I'm going to have to come up with some sort of cover story to your parents. Something with you making friends and wanting to change schools to here. Maybe with enough careful instruction I can have you pull off some convincing phone calls..."\n\nShe looks at you thoughtfully for a few more moments, then grins. "Well, I can't sell you, I need you for my cover, and you <i>are</i> family. I haven't had a girl around the house for awhile, be a shame to let you go to waste." Pushing down her own tight pants and the panties under them, your aunt settles onto the couch beside you and spreads her legs, showing off her pink pussy and the artfully-trimmed black fur above it. "Get to work eating my pussy, slave."\n\nWithout a blink or a moment of hesitation, you slide off of the couch and to your knees, moving in between Aunt Kelly's thighs. Your face remains blank, but you begin enthusiastically and skillfully working your tongue along her pussylips and teasing at her clit with it... the program started advising you on technique somewhere around two and a half hours. By the way your aunt begins to moan as you eat out her cunt, you're serving your owner <i>very</i> well, and the first of many obedience-induced orgasms to come shudders through your body.\n\n<b>Aunt Kelly's House</b> end - <i>Aunt Kelly's brainless toy</i>\n\n<hr>\n\n[[Back to the start.|CharGenMain]]

"So since you're not busy, you're gonna get us some drinks, right?" you answer without looking away from your screen.\n\nThat actually seems to take Akiko aback slightly, the woman drawing back a bit and then looking over the edge of her glasses at you, revealing eyes so dark they're almost black. Tsubasa jerks her head over to look at you in surprise as well, seeming shocked. "You're wanting me to get you sodas?"\n\n"No I'm wanting you to buy us <i>drinks</i>. This place has cider on tap, right? That'd be good. And whatever you want for yourself, obviously."\n\nAkiko blinks slowly, then actually laughs. "Okay, 'Merican neesan, I think I might actually like you. Yeah, sure, two ciders comin' right up." She reaches into the cabinet to ruffle your hair before withdrawing and heading for the bar side of the building.\n\n"Cyan!" Tsubasa hisses, letting her virtual car wreck as she turns towards you and leans over, reaching out to take hold of your arm. "Did you maybe forget that the two of us are <i>underage</i>?"\n\n"Relax, Sis, this is a college bar," you reply with a snort, letting your own vehicle careen offroad as you settle back and look at her. "As long as the one buying has an ID that looks real they're not gonna care."\n\n"Yeah, but..." Tsubasa frowns, glancing over her shoulder.\n\n"Look, you said Akiko's sticking around whether you like it or not, right?" you counter, your sister nodding slowly after a second. "So we may as well use her to have a more fun time ourselves. She obviously doesn't care we're underage." At Tsubasa's obvious waffling, you press with, "It's not a huge deal, teenagers have a few drinks all the time here. It's not like we're robbing a bank or doing hard drugs here, it's a couple of ciders."\n\n"... Yeah, okay, I guess you're right," Tsubasa allows, sitting back, and she does seem to perk up when Akiko returns with a trio of frosty glasses full of pale, bubbly liquid.\n\n"Might as well give it a try myself, smelled kinda good," Akiko says as she sets the tray down on the small table set forward and between the cabinets before picking up a glass herself. She takes a gulp and mms. "Yeah that's not my usual speed but it's tasty, gotta admit."\n\nTrying not to be too eager, you reach for a glass yourself, and after a brief hesitation Tsubasa does too, though she visibly perks up at the taste. Both of you start a new set of races, Akiko settling into watch, you and your sister both relaxing and enjoying your game, your driving getting progressively sillier and your laughter more often as the level of cider in the glasses decreases.\n\nThe second glass lasts you through several more rather hilarious attempts to play things like sniper games or zombie shooters, until finally your little party winds up at a table with several types of appetizers. As you and Tsubasa munch away at boneless wings and mozzarella sticks, Akiko actually fairly daintily nibbling at some fries, the blonde says, "Yeah, this stuff ain't bad. Though I'm thinking there's a way to kick it up a little. How 'bout we do another round and have some fun with it?"\n\n"Maybe we should call it good here," Tsubasa says, some accent now bleeding through in her English, the words a bit slower and more careful. "I... we... Cyan... probably should go back. To my room. We have probably had enough." It sounds like she's not any more used to drinking than you are, really, and you're rather tipsy. On the other hand, you're definitely intrigued by what Akiko means by 'kick it up a little'...\n\n<hr>\n[[Yeah that's probably enough.|GGParent]]\n\n[[One more round!|GGParent]]

There's a nice, straightforward victim. Snickering to yourself, you tap the Tifa player, then manually select the stage "Midgar Streets (Poisoned)" to fight on. Pleased with your choice, you hit the start button and almost immediately find yourself standing on a dim, cramped, dirty city street. This is pretty much the basic 'Sector Seven' stage, complete with the usual complement of NPCs ready to cheer for Tifa... you've just added a handful of trashy, scantily-clad whores to cheer for you. You're kind of proud of the idle animations... sometimes the whores are sucking off one of the NPCs in the alley in between cheering sessions, others will flash their tits at the fighters, occasionally one will just bend over against a lamppost and let one of the other NPCs have a go for a handful of gil. It won't be immediately obvious, though, since they're spaced out and some of it's happening in the background. Indeed, Tifa (wearing her classic white tanktop and miniskirt) seems not to particularly notice as she comes running down the street for her intro and halts a bit distant from you, tits bouncing some as she takes her fighting stance. Though her eyes briefly flit to your hefty brown tits, you don't think they make it all the way down to your other hefty bulge, since she just snaps out, "If I have to fight, I'm going to win!"\n\n"Mm, I'm gonna break you really hard," you coo, leaning forward in a pose with a hand on your knee, the other lightly tapping a riding crop against your upraised ass.\n\nTifa flushes a little at the sight of your cleavage hanging down, and then glances aside at a cheer from several of your whore supporters, who almost immediately yank their tops up or open to show off their tits, most of them large and blatantly "bolted on". Both player and character seem fairly shocked by the sudden display, leaving you with the perfect opportunity to leap right into one of your moves. Good going, girls~!\n\n<hr>\n[[Rape her mouth.|GG-FF-PA-Tifa-RapeMouth]]\n\n[[Rape her tits.|GG-FF-PA-Tifa-RapeTits]]\n\n[[Rape her pussy.|GG-FF-PA-Tifa-RapePussy]]\n\n[[Rape her ass.|GG-FF-PA-Tifa-RapeAss]]\n\n[[Donkey Punch.|GG-FF-PA-Tifa-DonkeyPunch]]

"Guess you've got me peg-" you start to say, before pausing and blushing brightly, which makes her grin rather wider. "I mean, uh... a-accurate. I'll take a look at the novelty shirts."\n\n"They're right over there, if you're curious about sizes or different colors just give me a call," she says in an amused tone, pointing to part of the store.\n\nStill feeling a bit hot in the face, you try to soothe your embarrassment by focusing on the shirts. ... Yeah a lot of these are pretty blatantly lesbian-oriented, since they're female-fitted shirts but definitely more, ah... okay most of them aren't exactly subtle. Still, you find you're actually kind of tempted to get one, if only because of the sheer amusement factor of owning something so blatant. \n\nLike the blue shirt with the red and white text on the chest reading '[[MILF MAGNET|GGGF]]', completed with a horseshoe magnet in the center buzzing with pink lightning bolts. Another is, you suppose, technically kind of unisex since its long-winded text reads '[[God invented cell phones so I could organize all my <b>booty calls</b>|GGGF]]', but all the names on the contacts list on the cartoon cell phone are girl names. Spotting a bright pink shirt with sparkly purple glitter text that reads '[[Cum Dumpster|GGGF]]' raises an eyebrow for multiple reasons... you're vaguely aware that there was a craze for crass shirts like that in the past, but it's definitely out of place here... well, until you step closer and notice the smaller text reading 'My girlfriend loves that I'm a' above it. ... Guess it takes all types to make the world go 'round. You have to admit to being a little enchanted by a particularly weeby offering with a bikini-clad catgirl on the front framed top and bottom by the phrase '[[It's Neko Shoujo / Or it's Heck No, Mojo|GGGF]]'.\n\nHm... looks like there's a sale on the shirts... you definitely feel like you should get one, just as a laugh if nothing else, to make you grin when you open your closet or whatever and spot it there. Now let's see, which one...?

You almost lick your lips as you stare at that fat futa prick. If you're perfectly honest with yourself, you've been craving cock all day... just looking at it has you soaking your white cotton panties. Maybe... maybe it would be okay to give in, at least a little bit, if it would please both her and you. "Well... alright," you say slowly, doing your best not to sound too eager as you stand up and move over to her.\n\n"Mmm, perfect," she coos as you kneel down between her spread legs, making a soft sound of pleasure as you reach a hand out and wrap it delicately aorund her shaft... or as close as you can get, your middle finger and thumb not quite touching. God, it's so big, and so pretty you can't help but think as you lean in and give a long lick up the underside. Your tongue flicks and rolls around the underside of the head, exploring it and tasting the slightly sweaty but also feminine from the scent of her panties and hose clinging to it essence of it.\n\nFairly quickly abandoning all trace of reticence, you slip your mouth over the tip and start bobbing your head, working more of it past your lips with each downward stroke. One hand continues to stroke and squeeze gently at the base of her fat shaft, while your other hand tugs up your skirt and slides down the front of your panties. You push two fingers into yourself and start pumping them quickly as you gulp at her cock and moan around it, a little shiver passing through you as she starts gently and affectionately stroking your hair. Your tongue pokes out past your lower lip a bit as you lick at the underside of her shaft while gulping ever more of it down, Ryoko's thick prick starting to bulge your slender throat up as you push further down on it.\n\nEventually you get all the way down on it, pressing your hand flat to her crotch as your lips press against your fingers. You start bobbing your head quickly, fuck, you want her cum, you want it so bad. Your fingers are frantic in your sodden cunt as you fingerfuck your pussy and fuck your mouth and throat on Ryoko's cock. Your gulping only grows harder as you feel her start to throb, her cock twitching and jerking a bit inside your throat. Her gentle strokes turn into a grip on your hair that suddenly pulls you up, until only the very tip of her cock is left in your mouth, right before she begins to flood you with cum. You feel it fill your mouth and hastily swallow, your throat visibly working as you gulp down mouthful after mouthful of thick futa jizz, shuddering as you finish yourself off by working your clit hard with two fingertips.\n\nEventually Ryoko gives you a little additional tug and you sit back, gasping, a thin line of mingled cum and saliva connecting your lower lip and the tip of her prick as you pant for breath. "Very nice... very nice," she murmurs, dark eyes twinkling warmly as she looks down at your spit-smeared, flushed face. "I think that's certainly enough to earn a few privileges... but there's always more to earn, and my balls won't be empty just from one good cum, darling. What do you say, another round...?"\n\n<hr>\n[[Yes please!|Kyoko6x2]]\n\n[[No thanks.|Kyoko]]

"I mean, is there any reason I can't just go ahead and go on down anyway?" you ask thoughtfully, lowering your hands.\n\n"Hm, well, no, I guess not," Rudy admits after obviously thinking it over. "Keeping Santa a secret is really more of a guideline than a hard and fast rule. Especially for parents, since a lot of them suspect something's up in the back of their minds anyway, if they have Nice kids like Brenda does."\n\n"Good! Because I think it's time Brenda got something Nice under her tree too," you chirp, trading leers with the reindeer before you scramble up onto the chimney and hop down. After the now familiar drop, you stoop and step out of the fireplace, grinning at the look of shock on Brenda's face where she's sitting on the couch.\n\n"Wh-who are you?!" she yelps, obviously too shocked by the obvious impossibility of you coming down the chimney to leap right to screaming and calling the police.\n\n"Well I may not look it, but I'm Santa Claus, Brenda!" you reply cheerfully, patting the bag that's conveniently appeared beside you between both of you blinking. You smile brightly as you continue, "You've done such a good job with your kids that every single one made the Nice list, so I've brought them lots and lots of wonderful presents!" Then you let your smile turn into a leer as you pull down the front of your pants with one hand, letting your cock spring free and wobble in the air, fat and heavy and already starting to bead with pre. "And one very big present for you."\n\nBrenda is obviously still stunned as you make your way over to the couch, her limp hands letting the quilt fall away and revealing the rather delightfully snug Christmas sweater she's wearing. Shamelessly stepping up onto the couch and planting your boots on either side of her (it's fine, Santa never leaves tracks!), you brace one hand on the back of the couch and use the other to start rubbing your thick prick all over the shocked woman's face. "Mmm, I know how long it's been since you've had one of these," you coo at her as she gasps and shudders, her face rapidly flushing, lips parting, her panted breath washing over the base of your shaft and your balls. "So don't you worry, Santa's going to stuff your stocking veeery thoroughly. You always did love sucking cock, didn't you, Brenda?"\n\n"I... I..." Finally she seems to give in, letting out a moan and rubbing her face up against your prick. "Oh God, yes, I love it."\n\n"You did such a good job sucking your first one that it would have put you on the Nice list, if you'd still believed in Santa then! But don't worry, Santa believes in you, and that wonderful mouth of yours. So open up," you encourage her, drawing back and aiming your shaft at her lips.\n\nThere's barely any hesitation before Brenda opens her mouth wide, tongue lolling out and dark brown eyes rolling up to watch you as you slide over her tongue and between her lips, pushing into her mouth. She quickly closes her mouth around you and begins sucking and licking eagerly, with all the pent-up cocksucking desire of three long, dickless years. Moaning joyously, you continue feeding your cock between her lips and down her throat, Brenda swallowing you eagerly, throat bulging visibly as your fat shaft pushes down it. Soon you're pumping away energetically, Brenda just as energetically swallowing and gulping around you, tongue and lips working your shaft, a bit of drool slipping free to be smeared around by your balls slapping her chin. Your tits shake when you thrust like a bowlful of jelly, and Brenda's own jiggle somewhat less enthusiastically but still noticeably beneath her red and green sweater. It's not long before you're thrusting forward and pumping the first few gushes of yuletide cheer right down her throat, before pulling back to glaze her tongue and the inside of her mouth like a Christmas cookie.\n\nYou pull back after a moment, and without a word you move to sit down on the couch instead, Brenda leaping to her feet and quickly squirming her way out of the mom jeans she's wearing. Her barely-trimmed bush is soon spreading open around your fat Santa-shaft as she straddles her lap and lowers herself onto you, draping her arms around your neck as she settles astride you. Reaching around to grab hold of her generous ass, you begin urging her on as she starts riding you, sweater-clad tits bouncing and slapping atop your own cleavage. "That's right, sit on Santa's lap and tell her what you want for Christmas!" you urge.\n\n"Oh, oh Santa, I want your big jolly dick!" Brenda gasps out as she bounces on you all the more eagerly, slapping herself against your satin-clad thighs. "I want lots and lots of your cum and I want it deep in my horny pussy!" she continues pleading like the good little MILF she is. "I'll be nice or naughty or whatever alllll year as long as you fuck my brains out like this!"\n\n"Ho ho hoooooooooo!" you groan, squeezing her ass and thrusting up against her as you begin spilling another load inside her well-traveled but still grasping cunt. Still, that doesn't stop her, she continues to ride you eagerly, apparently meaning to make up for lost time now that she gets to sit on Santa's lap. You squeeze at her ass, or her hips, or her waist in turn as she laprides you, your load getting churned into a thick mess, as well as the one after it, as she just keeps pounding herself down on your fat fuckstick. \n\nEventually though she tires herself out and winds up slumped against the corner of the couch, panting and barely conscious, eyes half-lidded and head slumped limply against the backrest, her legs spread wide and showing the complete and utter cum-smeared mess that is her once cock-starved hole. You graciously cover her with the quilt (wouldn't want the kids to see that first thing if she doesn't wake up before they do), then head over to arrange the presents under the tree, whipping up a handful more for Brenda, mostly a wide array of very interesting dildos (such as the horse one) so that she can entertain herself for the rest of the year if she still can't find time to date. Saluting the now sleeping MILF, you dash away back up the chimney.\n\nAt the next house you arrive at, Rudy smirks as you walk up. "I think you'll like this one in particular. A pair of twins, David and Danielle, who juuuust barely still have a hint of believing in Santa. And both were on the Naughty list."\n\n"I thought Naughty kids didn't get visited," you ask with a quirk of the brow, closing your eyes and focusing your Santavision. Yup, there they both are, fifteen or so and blonde and rather pretty, tucked away in their single beds in the same room. (Hm, still sharing a coed room at fifteen? You're surprised that you don't find any records of <i>that</i> kind of naughty.)\n\n"Well apparently you've changed the policy on that!" Rudy says with a snort, dark eyes twinkling almost as much as his nose. "And they really are cute, hmmm?"\n\nGosh, you're going to have to figure out some way to thank Rudy for his thoughtfulness! You're sure there's some big-titted reindeer gal you can assign to share his stall back at the North Pole when you get there. Hm, but speaking of tits... should you make sure that David stays asleep while you plunder his cute sister's virginity in return for some lewd presents? Or, well... they have both been naughty!\n\n<hr>\n[[Just Danielle.|HollyXmas]]\n\n[[All naughty teens get their stockings stuffed with pole!|HollyXmas]]

"God, yes, please Mommy, give me your cock, I need it!" you whimper as you feel your mother thrusting down and cumming in you again. You suck on her tongue as she pushes it back into your mouth, doing your best to buck your hips up encouragingly as she keeps thrusting through both her orgasm and yours, churning the loads of cum inside you into a thick mess.\n\nAfter a moment she pulls away and sits up, and you shift around onto hands and knees, crawling to the middle of your mother's bed. You undo your skirt and slip it down, sliding your legs out of it before reaching between them with one hand and using two fingers to spread your pussy, feeling your parent's cum mingled with yours dribbling down into your palm. "This naughty little girl's pussy needs your cock some more, Mommy," you coo in a sweet, wicked tone, looking back over your shoulder with glittering dark eyes.\n\nYour mother's eyes have a nearly identical look in them as she slips out of her own skirt before moving up onto the bed behind you. Gripping your waist, she slides into you, more slowly this time, both of you moaning as you enjoy the feeling of your cunt spreading around her thick futa prick. Once sheathed in you, she begins thrusting more slowly than before, but putting a good amount of force into each one, enough to make her curvy hips slap against your pert little ass. "Mmm, you're such a good girl, Kyoko-chan," she purrs as she rolls her hips, fucking you long and smooth and slow, watching you coo and wriggle and fuck back against her.\n\nEventually after spilling yet another load in your pussy, she pulls out of you and lays down on her back, smiling as you clamber atop her. Balanced on the balls of your feet, you rest one hand on one of her massive tits, seeing it almost disappear into the soft flesh as you reach back with your other hand and aim her cock at your tight little pucker. You sit back on it nice and slow, whimpering heatedly as you feel inch after inch of it spread your asshole open, working and wiggling your hips to help take it in, until you're sitting on her lap. Resting both hands on her tits and kneading them eagerly, you begin bouncing atop her. "Ah, ah, Mommy, your cock is so big inside my ass!" you gasp out as her hands come up to play with your own pert little tits, tweaking and tugging at the nipples to urge you on. By the end of the night, she's pumped two more loads into your ass, and you've sucked and licked her clean and gulped down one last one, before crawling up to pass out in her arms.\n\nYou awake a little blearily, feeling pleasantly sore in various places, your body cushioned by being snuggled against your mother's huge tits. Feeling her cock stirring against your belly, you shift down a bit, starting to suckle at one of her full, plump nipples while you move your hands down to wrap around that stiffening futa prick and start stroking it affectionately. Eventually your mother awakens with a low moan, eyes slitting open and gazing down at you before her lips curl in a smile. "Just a quick one, Kyoko-chan," she murmurs, rolling you onto your back and pressing between your legs, her cock sliding into your already wet and wanting pussy.\n\nOnce she's pounded you to three orgasms and dumped her first load of the day deep inside you, your mother slips out of bed and pads into the shower, leaving you to lay sprawled in her bed, cum leaking from your slightly gaping pussy and a contented smile on your face. Eventually she emerges from the bathroom, already dried off and starting to pull on her clothing. "Go ahead and get cleaned up, dear," she suggests as she steps into her panties and pull them up, her massive cock somehow rendered into little more than an admittedly noticeable bulge by the cut of them. "I need to go ahead and leave, but you should have plenty of time to get dressed and have breakfast. Setsuna will drive you in today."\n\n"Yes, Mother," you answer pleasantly, rising and almost skipping to the bathroom, pausing to lean up for a kiss, her tongue flicking against yours briefly before you head into the bathroom. There's a full-body dryer just outside the shower, which is a blessing considering the sheer amount of hair you have now. When you step out, you blush just a little at Setsuna standing there waiting for you, but accept articles of clothing as she passes them to you. Though from the sounds of it your mother has already eliminated the dress code, you wind up wearing the school uniform... well, you doubt you'll be the only one, habits die hard. Hopefully your new relationship has earned you a more varied wardrobe!\n\nAfter a breakfast of toast and eggs, you clamber into the back of a relatively modest town car and the calm-seeming maid drives you to school. Unlike her companion, she didn't seem inclined to take any liberties with you, not even gazing lustfully at your naked body earlier. You'd almost feel a little insulted, but then she does seem to have a more reserved personality.\n\nYou introduce yourself to your various new classes as 'Kyoko Akihara' easily enough, rather comfortable with your new identity and the way of things after last night's tender but lewd 'bonding'. The new students seem vaguely interested in you but also a bit hesitant to approach... you suppose as a result of being the new principal's daughter. So you exchange various mild pleasantries with them, but haven't made any real connections by the time the last class of the day ends. Last class being geography with what is obviously one of the new teachers, a handsome black woman with multiple braids pulled back and tied together, and the absolutely amazing chest and full hips and rear that say she's probably one of Katsuko's futanari servants. Her name is Amanda Mason, and she has a rich British accent to her Japanese that seems to entrance the students almost as much as her bosoms do.\n\n"Akihira-san, if you'd wait a moment, please," she announces as the last bell rings, leaning against the side of her desk.\n\nYou blink, but wait for the rest of the students file out, bidding a few goodbye as they do the same for you. Once all of them have left, you stand up and make your way up to the teacher's desk. "Yes, Mason-sensei?"\n\n"So you're Ryoko's 'daughter', hm?" You bristle at her complete lack of honorifics and her brazen familiarity, then remind yourself to calm down... she's obviously not Japanese. Nor, for that matter, are you, so why get so huffy on your mother's behalf? "She couldn't help but brag on you a fair bit this morning. I admit that it made me a bit hard, listening to her talk about what a sweet little cocksucker you were."\n\nYour face flushes in a mixture of embarrassment and arousal at the thought of your mother sharing your activities with a roomful of teachers, but obviously they're all of the same mindset on that sort of thing. Apparently the new culture Katsuko wants to create is one of rather unabashed and open sexuality. "Ah, yes, well... we're rather... close, yes," you murmur bashfully, glancing aside. "Despite the starting circumstances," you add, since you picked up the emphasis she put on 'daughter'.\n\n"I don't mind telling you, it would lift my own spirits quite a bit to feel that magic mouth Ryoko talked about," the teacher says with a wistful sigh. Then she grins, fingers undoing the front of her black pants and reaching inside, fishing out a thick length of futa cock. Your blush intensifies as she strokes the hefty shaft, the color of rich cocoa, to stiffness. "How about it, hm? Give sensei some relief by sucking her off and then bending over the desk and spreading those cute little cheeks...?"\n\n<hr>\n[[Do it.|Kyoko]]\n\n[[Decline.|Kyoko6x4]]

"A-alright," you murmur, cheeks blazing an even brighter red as you say it.\n\n"Good girl. Now, I know you're hungry for cock," she teases, making you squirm in embarrassment even as you lean in and give a long lick up the shaft again. "But this time take your time about it. Use that tongue and your lips more... yeees, there you go," she coos as you kiss close to the base of it and then run your lips up the side, dragging your tongue along with them. "Show it some of that love you feel for it, pet."\n\nYou want to be embarrassed or humiliated by her calling you a cock-lover, or all these pet names, but frankly you can't really argue with her at the moment, her cock is just soooo nice. You stroke your tongue up the underside again, then swirl it around the tip before kissing along the side of the head. Your lips press along the cap, and your tongue flicks against the underside, before you slide back down with your lips to flick your tongue along the base of it.\n\nYou're so focused on your task that you don't even notice that the maid Kasumi has entered the room until her bright chirp of a voice says, "Finished with dinner, Mistress?"\n\nYou try to draw away, but Ryoko's hand on your head gently pushes you back up against her cock, rubbing your nose along it. A deep inhale of her scent and the feel of it rubbing on your skin is enough to get you refocused on your task, your tongue sticking out and swirling around a place on the shaft. "Mm, for now have Setsuna set it aside, we might wind up wanting some later," Ryoko says casually, as if she didn't have her genetic daughter kneeling between her legs worshiping her cock. "If you would, Kasumi, please come over and help me out of my clothes as much as you can without disturbing young Kyoko's work... oh, and you should be able to relieve her of her panties without getting in her way, I imagine."\n\n"Yes, Mistress, of course," Kasumi answers breezily, walking over. You roll your eyes up while continuing to kiss and lick and suck along Ryoko's shaft, watching as Kasumi undoes Ryoko's jacket and helps her lightly shrug out of it, then does the same with her blouse, the maid's fingers quick, efficient, and professional as she pulls the blouse aside and off to reveal the black-haired woman's massive tits cupped by black lace. The maid moves behind Ryoko to undo her bra and slip it off, those heavy boobs settling a little bit, capped by puffy dark nipples. Then Kasumi moves around, kneeling behind you and leaning forward, her own rather ample chest pressing against your back as she leans forward. Her breath is warm against your neck, and despite her seeming professionalism as she reaches forward and carefully begins drawing down Ryoko's panties and pantyhose, you feel her give the spot just behind and below your ear a playful, kittenish lick that makes you shiver.\n\nOnce she's pulled Ryoko's underwear off and set them aside, Kasumi's hands slip up along your thighs, sliding into your soaked panties, leaving you to lean forward and rub your face against Ryoko's cock as the maid starts sliding them down and off. Obviously more inclined to let her hands wander with you than with the lady of the house, you feel her fingers stroke brazenly across your slit as it's bared, and when she slips her hand around to get a different angle on sliding the panties over your knees, she takes the opportunity to tease your pucker a bit with her thumb as well. Finally having collected your panties, the maid gathers up the discarded clothing and rises, giving you both a bow and a smile before withdrawing.\n\n"Now suck my balls, darling," Ryoko murmurs encouragingly, giving a soft moan as you duck down and begin to do just that, licking at her soft, hairless, somehow feminine sack before sucking one of the big orbs into your mouth. "There we go, that's right," she continues to purr, the hand not rubbing your head reaching up to fondle one of her own breasts, pinching the stiff nipple between her fingers and stroking over the full curve of it. "Mmm, get a bit more in there, get your tongue in my ass," she orders sweetly, an order you obey, feeling her balls resting on your face, hot and soft and warm as you swirl your tongue around her pucker. You press it inside, stiffening it and bobbing your head back and forth, her balls rubbing against your face as you do.\n\nYou continue using your tongue and mouth to work over Ryoko's shaft, balls, and asshole for the next hour... every time she seems close to cumming, she redirects you to another part of her cock, drawing it out, obviously wanting to watch you worship her cock. It seems like her balls are getting bigger and ever more full every time you turn to sucking and kissing at them, and eventually she clearly can't take anymore. Her grip in your hair turns firm again suddenly, pulling you back as she grunts like a beast and begins spilling a huge load all over your face, enough thick, hot cum, enough to glaze you like a fattening dessert while you moan and gasp eagerly from feeling her jizz paint your skin and hair.\n\nRather than seeming satisfied, she hauls you to your feet, pausing only long enough to yank your shirt off and throw it aside, shoving your bra up to bare your perky teenage tits before she whirls around and shoves you forward over the table. Displaying none of the patience she urged you to have, she presses her cock up against your sodden pussy and shoves forward, stuffing it into you and making you scream as your wet little hole stretches and spasms in orgasm at the same time. She grabs your sleek hips and begins pounding away at you, her hefty tits bouncing and swaying as she fucks you relentlessly, driving you to orgasm after orgasm as the table shudders across the floor underneath you. After some time she undoes your bra and then flips you over, spinning you around on her cock before yanking the bra off and resuming going at you, giving you a perfect view of those massive tits wobbling above you and her eager, lustful face as she takes you.\n\nEventually she groans and shoves forward, and you can feel her cock twitching inside you as it spills thick gushes of cum deep inside, making you shudder in another powerful orgasm. Without even pulling out of you, she hauls you up and against her, crushing you against those soft globes and shoving her tongue in your mouth, kissing you passionately. You wrap your arms and legs around her, bouncing eagerly on her relentlessly hard cock as she turns and carries you through the living room, past Kasumi and Setsuna who both bow formally at your passing, and up the stairs into her bedroom. Dropping onto the bed and practically crushing you under those tits, she begins pounding down into you, only raising her head so she can listen to you squeal and wail in pleasure.\n\n"You like it, baby?" she pants out eagerly, albeit still with some of that smooth purr she usually speaks in. "You like Mommy's big, fat cock in your naughty little pussy?"\n\n<hr>\n[["Yes, please, fuck me more, Mommy!"|Kyoko6x3]]\n\n[["*brainless slutty orgasm noises*"|Kyoko]]

You consider for a moment... then smile. "Well. The way you've punished me has worked out quite well. Why not expand our family a little, Mother?"\n\n"Ohhh?" She quirks a brow... then smiles as well. "Yes, actually, I think that would be quite interesting."\n\nDespite the deep tone of her skin, you can see Amanda pale somewhat. "Wait, you don't mean...?" Two very tall women in sweats step in the doorway, both of them even more amazonian-looking than the other two women. They begin advancing on the teacher, who cowers, then tries to bolt. "You can't!" she wails, struggling pathetically as the big women grab her arms and lift her up, one calmly reaching forward to tuck Amanda's cock away before they start carrying her out of the room. "I don't want to be a Japanese school girl!" she sobs as disappears into the hall.\n\n"Goodness, such a lack of dignity," Ryoko tuts as if having just had to deal with a rather huffy firing, rather than ordering someone to be rewritten physically and legally into another person. She turns to you and strokes a hand over your hair and down your cheek. "But are you alright, darling?"\n\n"I'm fine." You smile back at her. "Thank you."\n\n"Well! Your room has already been remodeled into an office for you, since I think from now on I'd like you sleeping in my bed," your mother says, folding her arms again. "I suppose I'll have one of the smaller rooms downstairs prepared in a spartan condition for... Shiori, that's a good name. Her offense is, to my mind, rather less excusable than yours, so she'll have to work rather harder to earn our good graces. Collect your things, let's go out, dear."\n\n"Out?" you ask curiously as you move to grab your schoolbag.\n\n"Yes, we'll go out shopping for some new clothes for you. Well, and I suppose Shiori as well, since we have a convenient size comparison," she says in an amused tone as she drapes an arm around your shoulders, both of you laughing a bit as you head out the door.\n\nKasumi chauffeurs the two of you downtown, where you step into a very upscale-looking clothing shop... so upscale, in fact, that it looks like you might be the only people in here, this place possibly only admitting elite shoppers by appointment. "Now, darling, you just pick out whatever you like, don't even worry about the cost," your mother declares, stroking your hair. "You wound up having a difficult first day of school and some retail therapy is just what you need. While you're at it, why don't you pick out clothing for Shiori as well? She may someday earn the right to pick out her own clothes, but for now knowing that she will have to rely on your taste and generosity in what she wears will be a good lesson for her. After we're done here, we'll head over to the genetics facility to watch Amanda's rebirth."\n\nYou nod thoughtfully, starting to wander about. This place certainly has a little bit of everything... from body-hugging cotton panties to glimmery metallic thongs, from elegant lacy bras to cut-outs designed to lift and support and cover practically nothing, and outerwear ranging from 'elegant upper class lady' to 'gyaru slut'. Apparently they figure their clients are rich enough to dress like whores if they want to! Now, let's see... it seems like the two options are to pick a varied wardrobe that's a normal amount of sexy for the average teenage girl (well, with a few sexier options just for home wear), or something just blatantly sexy, bordering on slutty. Ah, and then there's the question of which of those to pick for your new sister...\n\n<hr>\n[[You'll both dress normal-sexy.|Kyoko6x6]]\n\n[[You'll dress normal-sexy, Shiori will dress slutty-sexy.|Kyoko]]\n\n[[You'll both dress slutty-sexy.|Kyoko]]

"I, ah... I'm sorry, that's... not something I do for just anyone," you demure, taking a slight step back and raising your hand in negation. "That's more between my mother and I."\n\n"Ah. Well, we'll just skip the blowjob, then, and go right to fucking your ass," the tall woman replies, reaching out to grab your raised wrist and yank you forward.\n\n"Wha?! HEY!" you yelp as you're yanked forward and forced over the desk, wincing as your arm is pulled behind your back. You struggle and kick your legs as well as you can as your skirt is flipped up in back and your panties yanked down just enough to bare your ass, the feeling of that hefty cock rubbing against your pert rear making you gasp.\n\n"Oh, hush, as if you won't be cumming your cute little brains out in-"\n\n"Mason."\n\nThe sub-zero and perfectly calm fury in your mother's voice makes the teacher yank her hands away from you as if you were on fire. You quickly leap to your feet and rush to the door where your mother is standing, unfolding one arm to drape it around you and tug you against her side. Her dark eyes flit to you as you tug your panties back up beneath your skirt, then swivel back to the other futa. "Just what do you think you were doing to my daughter?"\n\n"Ah, sorry if I got a little rough with her, got a little carried away, maybe," Amanda replies, smiling nervously as she holds up her hands in a 'mea culpa' gesture. "Just, from the sound of the story this morning, seemed like she was a cute toy to use, didn't mean to, you know..." She trails off, swallowing audibly.\n\n"And what part of my story this morning indicated that she was for <i>public use</i>?" your mother replies in a tone like frozen acid, the teacher visibly wincing and taking a step back, bumping against the wall and making her now mostly limp cock wobble in front of her. "Let alone after she told you no, and that it was something between herself and myself?"\n\n"I... I just-"\n\n"Kyoko-chan." Your mother glances aside and down at you, lifting her hand to stroke your hair. "It seems that Mason-sensei has overstepped her bounds. Considering it was you she infringed upon, what punishment do you think would be suitable...?"\n\n<hr>\n[[Physical punishment.|Kyoko]]\n\n[[You want her gone.|Kyoko]]\n\n[[Well. You could always use a sister...|Kyoko6x5]]

"It's a little empty, but it won't be that way for long," you say, keeping your voice gentle as you turn towards her and rest a hand on her arm. "Once you start adapting I'm sure Mother will be just as generous with you as she has with me."\n\n"She's <i>not</i> my mother," Shiori answers, obviously trying to snap it out, the effect somewhat ruined by the fact that her voice is cracking. She's obviously on the verge of tears as she yanks her arm away from your touch. "And you're <i>not</i> my sister. I'm no Shiori Akihira, I'm Amanda Mason! I'm not... this!"\n\nYou hesitate for a moment, then draw away, moving to sit on the side of the bed. You smooth out your skirt, then glance up at her. "Do you think this was easy for me either?"\n\nShe snorts, folding her arms and turning away. "You got changed what, two days ago? Three? You're already calling her 'mother' and snuggling on her, doesn't seem like it was exactly hard."\n\n"It was. I adapted quickly, yes," you acknowledge with a tilt of your head, then grin. "Some truly mind-blowing sex will do that for you. But part of it was that it helped me see that she'd care about me and care for me if I just let her."\n\n"<i>This</i> is <i>caring</i>?!" she demands with a thrust of her hands, obviously indicating her new body.\n\n"In their own way, I think it is, yes." You push yourself up and walk over, looking her in the eye... it's a little strange to look someone so perfectly and directly in the eye, but somehow you feel an instant greater connection for it. "They could have given us anyone's DNA. Even any random woman off the street. They could have stuck us in some dorm with one of their agents as an overseer, or tossed us out on the street to make our own way in society. Instead now we're Ryoko's flesh and blood... she's offering to make us part of her family."\n\n"This isn't a normal family," she mutters, staring down at the floor with tears in her eyes.\n\n"No, it's not." You reach out and gently tuck two fingers under her chin, tilting her head up and leaning in to kiss her cheek. "But that doesn't mean it has to be a bad one." You give a little flick of your hand in a wave as you move past her. "I'll see you in the morning, Shiori."\n\n"So, how is she doing?" your mother asks as you enter the bedroom, the older woman already sprawled out naked on the bed, stiff cock flopped against her belly.\n\n"Mm, still pretty shocked," you answer as you strip down, then clamber up onto the bed with her. You settle in beside her and begin stroking her cock, mming softly as one of her hands cups your crotch and slides a pair of fingers inside you. "But I think she'll come around."\n\nAfter several hours of her lovingly pounding your holes while you plead for more, the two of you snuggle up and drift off to sleep. You awake to your mother already walking out the bedroom door, but she pauses to smile and blow you a kiss. Smiling yourself, you get up and head in to shower. Poking around, you find that part of her large walk-in closet now contains your clothes as well, and you dress in a snug white long-sleeved shirt, black vest, black short skirt, black thigh-highs, and of course lacy black underthings. You poke your head into your new office in curiosity, finding multiple bookshelves packed with all sorts of books and magazines, a couch and chairs, a large-screen TV, and what looks like a high-end computer on the desk. There's also a second desk, albeit with nothing on it yet... obviously Mother is hoping you'll eventually be able to share this with your new sister. You pad downstairs to where Setsuna is making breakfast, settling down at the table.\n\nA few minutes later Shiori walks in, wearing a black shirt, white vest, white skirt and white thigh-highs. She makes a face at seeing that she (apparently inadvertantly) dressed to mirror you, then moves to take a seat at the table. "So where's Ryoko?" she grumbles.\n\n"Mother has to leave earlier than we do," you reply crisply, keeping your tone airy rather than correcting. "Setsuna, are you driving me to school today?"\n\n"Both of you." Setsuna glances over her shoulder. "Shiori was one of Katsuko's agents for several years before this. We decided she needed less time to adjust than you."\n\nShiori mutters under her breath at that, but nevertheless starts eating as breakfast is set in front of her, though every motion radiates sulkiness. Eventually the two of you head to the door, put on your shoes and then head out to pile into the car, being driven to school by the solemn maid as if nothing had changed from yesterday.\n\n"I'm... Shiori Akihira," she murmurs quietly once she's in front of the first class of the day, her dark eyes flicking to the side as she says it. "... Nice to meet you," she adds in a barely-audible mutter.\n\n"Thank you, Shiori, you may take the seat in front of your sister," the large-breasted teacher says, smiling and waving to the empty seat in front of you.\n\n"Hey, Kyoko-chan," one of the girls sitting near you says in a whisper as she leans over a bit. "Why did your sister arrive after you did? Aren't you twins?"\n\n"Yeah, and how come she's so much more... y'know?" the girl behind asks equally quietly, flicking her hand to somehow indicate 'not as cheerful'.\n\n"And how come your names are so different? People usually give twins similar names, but it's you with the name like your mom."\n\nYou can see Shiori's shoulders hunching some at her desk. She can obviously hear them despite the whispers.\n\n<hr>\n[[Build her up.|Kyoko6x8]]\n\n[[Brush it off.|Kyoko]]

Hm, no reason to go overboard... on either part. You can dress to show yourself off a bit and still not have jaws hanging open from your audacity. And might as well pick out the same thing for your new "twin"... it will just expand your wardrobe and make her transition easier.\n\nYou spend the next few hours picking out skirts, blouses, sweaters, some t-shirts, leggings, some pants, hose, and of course plenty of lingerie. A smattering of jewelry and other accessories, and you feel all set to try and become one of Fakkushiri High's many blooming flowers. One of the store ladies even does your makeup with the new array of it you bought, and brushes out and braids your hair, leaving a forelock on the right side with a simple gold clip on it. \n\n"Happy, Kyoko-chan?" your mother asks as the two of you settle into the car, most of the clothing having been set for delivery to the house. At the moment you're wearing a black silk blouse, black pleated skirt, and black thigh-highs with short heels, having decided to emulate her somewhat as to your current look.\n\n"Yes, Mother," you chirp back, leaning up to peck her on the lips, then letting it evolve into a deeper kiss, the two of you making out lightly along the drive to the facility.\n\nOutwardly it's an old but not terribly sprawling house, but enough so to justify a fairly tall wall around it. You glance around, not sure if it's the same place where you were changed, but you suppose it doesn't really matter... the procedure isn't terribly involved, is it? You smile a little as you and your mother, with Kasumi dutifully following close behind, enter a side door of the house and then immediately turn, descending down a steps into a fairly stark room where a handful of maids, Katsuko, and the naked (and currently unconscious) Amanda Mason wait.\n\n"Good evening, Kyoko-chan," Katsuko says lightly, glancing over.\n\n"Good evening, Mistress," you reply with cheerful respect, bowing as you do.\n\n"My my, you've certainly made quite the turnaround in your attitude since last we met, I'm impressed. I only hope your new sister will be as adaptable and willing to change." Katsuko smiles and steps forward, running a fingertip along your jaw. "But let's try to avoid making a habit of this, hm? As pretty as you are, people might get suspicious if there were a small army of you running about."\n\nYou giggle softly and nod. "Yes, Mistress, of course."\n\nAll of you turn as Amanda groans and starts pushing herself up, heavy tits and thick cock wobbling beneath her as she does. "I'm very disappointed in you, Amanda," Katsuko murmurs, the woman's head shooting up as she's spoken to, her eyes going wide. "I had very high hopes for you as one of my teachers, for a number of reasons. And yet here you are, after harassing one of the students that clearly and frankly told you 'no'."\n\n"B-but she was already Ryoko's plaything!" Amanda protests, scrambling to her feet and trying to back away, only to have a pair of maids grab her arms. "I just... I just assumed...!"\n\n"Yes, you did. Very incorrectly. And now, perhaps you can learn from young Kyoko's example. And directly, as well... Shiori."\n\n"No, wait!" The woman protests, then yelps at the press of the pressure syringe to her wrist. The maids drop her and step back, and you watch as she collapses to her hands and feet, beginning to moan and twitch, her breath starting to come in quick, hard pants. It's actually rather interesting, getting to see the process from the outside. You wonder if you shook your ass around so enticingly as it shrank and tightened up, if you arched your back to shove your tits forward as they grew smaller and perkier, if you spread your legs to show off your pussy as it opened anew and your cock disappeared into nothing. Well, you know two things that obviously weren't the same for you, as you watch her rich cocoa skin lighten to pale gold, and the braids in her hair get pushed back further as her already black hair shifts texture and lengthens, stretching down to the floor.\n\nSoon a near duplicate of you rests on all fours on the floor, gasping for breath and trembling. Maids move forward and, with an efficiency and smoothness as if they did this sort of thing every day, undo the braids in her hair and redo them in a single long braid in the same pattern as your own, leaving a left forelock loose and clipping a silver bangle to it. The largely unresisting girl is hauled to her feet, the maids working in unison to dress her in white blouse, white pleated skirt, and white shoes... though you notice they don't seem to have bothered giving her a matching white lace thong to the black one you're currently wearing. Once they're done and step back, the girl blinks a few times, obviously still a little dazed, staring down at her hands, then over towards the mirror.\n\n"Welcome to your new life, Shiori Akihira," Katsuko says smugly. "Try not to mess this one up."\n\nShiori is silent the whole car ride home, staring directly ahead, as if still almost completely disconnected from her experience. The three of you walk in the front door of the house and she just stops at the entrance, staring around at it, then down at her hands again. Your mother leans down and murmurs, "Darling, I had her room set up down that hallway, on the right. Why don't you show her to it?"\n\nYou nod, reaching out to take hold of one of Shiori's wrists, the girl almost flinching. "Shoes off," you note, and she removes her heels somewhat mechanically before you lead her down the hall to her room. It is in fact a bit smaller than yours... well, your office now, mother said... and pretty much as spartan, though you assume there are more clothes in the (no doubt small) closet. You glance around, then look at Shiori, who's just staring around the room as if completely lost.\n\n<hr>\n[[Be gentle.|Kyoko6x7]]\n\n[[Be sexual.|Kyoko]]\n\n[[Be cold.|Kyoko]]

"I didn't hear Mother say exactly," you reply after a moment's thought. "She just said that Mason-sensei had suddenly been given a great opportunity, one just about anybody would jump at, and that she was very happy for her."\n\n"Ohhhh," several of the other students chorus, before the one standing by your desk says, "It must have been something like teaching at a college in America!"\n\n"Or becoming the principal of her own school somewhere," one of the other boys says with a nod.\n\n"And you said she didn't belong here," another girl huffs, smacking the earlier boy on the back of the head. "Idiot."\n\n"Ow! Geez, sorry, sorry."\n\nShiori is silent for the rest of the period, though you notice she seems to have calmed down. She's also quiet for the drive home, and once inside she wanders off to her own room. You head upstairs and turn on the computer, starting to type up several of your assignments from school that day. It's about an hour later when there's a little knock at the door. "Yes?" you call, glancing over your shoulder.\n\nThe door opens, and Shiori moves to stand in it, leaning a shoulder against the frame, one hand rubbing her elbow. "Um. Hey. ... I just wanted to say... thank you," she says quietly, glancing aside. "For... for heading off the awful stuff they were starting to say about me."\n\n"Oh? In which period?" you ask with a smile as you turn your chair to face her, unable to help teasing her just a bit.\n\nShe grimaces lightly, then sighs. "I meant geography, but I guess... both. I know you didn't have to do that, especially after... after what I did to you. ... And I'm sorry about that too," she adds quietly, looking at the floor.\n\nAfter a moment you get up and move to sit on the couch, patting the seat beside you. She hesitates, but moves over to settle down. "That's in the past. As far as I'm concerned you don't need to be sorry about that anymore."\n\n"... Alright." She nods slowly, then shakes her head after. "But I guess I get what you were trying to say. Do you <i>really</i> think this is a great opportunity?"\n\n"Well. It's not exactly the one I was expecting when I got here," you reply slowly. "But, I've come to look at it this way. I've gained a good fourteen extra years of life, I'm now in a much wealthier family and a culture that prizes academia more highly. I won't have to struggle for scholarships to afford college when I go again... in fact one day I'll probably be able to give them instead. I get to experience life in an entirely different way than I ever dreamed... and admittedly, the side benefits aren't too bad," you add, cheeks coloring a little as you think about your mother's cock pistoning away between your legs.\n\n"But who you are... you've had that stolen from you," she says quietly.\n\n"In a way, I suppose. But I guess that's mostly if you think of Helen Patissier as a name and a bunch of records and what people think of her," you continue after a few moments of thought. "Who I am inside isn't gone... changed a little, maybe, but not gone. It's just become part of who I am now." You raise a hand to cup her cheek, rubbing it gently. "Amanda Mason hasn't been stolen from you... you can make her a part of Shiori Akihira, if you want to."\n\n"... Okay." She nods slowly, and finally manages a tiny bit of a smile. "I guess... I guess thank you. ... Sis."\n\nThat brings a bright smile to your face, and a twinkle to your eyes. Hearing her say that makes you happier than you expected.\n\n<hr>\n[[Kiss her cheek.|Kyoko]]\n\n[[Kiss her lips.|Kyoko]]

"Shiori-chan had a lot of friends she was really close to where we moved from," you reply quietly, glancing aside. "Mother gave her an extra day to say goodbye, she's just upset. And mother actually just likes the name 'Shiori', that's why she has it."\n\nThe other girls give soft 'ohs' and settle back into their own seats. You look forward at Shiori, and not much seems to have changed, though you think a little bit of tension has gone out of the way she sits. As the day goes on and lunch rolls around, she even agrees to eat with you, though she sits silently and still a bit morosely all throughout. Once you reach over and pat her consolingly on the thigh and she almost jumps, but after staring at you for a second she nods, if a little grudgingly.\n\nThe last class of the day rolls around, geography. In strides a new teacher, this one pale and black-haired and with a bit of a Kansai accent that she shows off after she bows. "Greetings, class. I am Akiko Matsuhira, just Akiko-sensei is fine!"\n\nYou can practically hear Shiori's teeth grinding, her nails scratching across the surface of her desk as her fingers curl. Oh dear. Well, you had a bit of the same reaction when you were told Ryoko would be replacing you as principal, you suppose you can't blame her. Still, you hope she calms down about it and doesn't actually take it out on her poor replacement, who likely had even less to do with it than your mother did yours.\n\n"I know it's a bit odd on my first day, and you having changed teachers so rapidly lately, but I have a lot lot lot of catching up to do, I need to get it together," Akiko-sensei says with a rather unteacherly giggle, rapping her knuckles against the side of her head. "So I'm going to make this a self-study period and go finish looking over your files and stuff. Finish yesterday's homework if you haven't already!"\n\nOnce she's left, the class of course falls to discussion, much of it having to do with the new teacher. "Wow! Another really hot babe!"\n\n"But another teacher change, so soon?" someone alse says, shaking their head.\n\n"Yeah, Mason-sensei was gone basically as soon as she walked in."\n\n"She must've done something bad. Like really bad," one girl says with a 'tsk' tone.\n\n"Well, I mean, it's not like she really belonged here anyway," a boy scoffs, leaning to one side in his desk and resting an arm on its surface. "What was she even doing teaching at our school anyway?"\n\n"Yeah, maybe she just slunk back wherever she came from!"\n\nSeveral of them laugh, and you glance over at Shiori, seeing that she's leaned over her desk, shoulders shaking slightly. It looks like she's on the verge of crying. You're jolted out of your worry by someone tapping you on the shoulder.\n\n"Hey, Kyoko-chan, you and Shiori are the principal's daughter, right?" The girl glances over at Shiori, and you see her expression soften just a little, obviously attributing her posture to your earlier mention of having to leave her close friends. The girl looks back at you. "Do <i>you</i> know why that Amanda Mason left...?"\n\n<hr>\n[[She's just gone.|Kyoko]]\n\n[[She got a great opportunity.|Kyoko6x9]]

It's like the decision itself causes a new change in you, your cock surging just that much larger and actually snapping the waistband of your panties, and you can feel other changes starting as well. But you've got other things to focus on right now, and without hesitation you grab up your torn underwear and move forward.\n\nWith one hand you reach around and shove the wadded-up panties into the girl's mouth, prompting her to give a loud "MMF?!" of shock, especially since with the other hand you simultaneously yank her panties down around her thighs. Before she can even start to process what's happening you shove your throbbing new prick into her tight teenage cunt, her cry muffled by the panties. But any thought about noise is the furthest thing from your mind right now, you're like a thing possessed as you grab her forearms and haul back on her, forcing her to arch her back as you start slamfucking her right from the start, your still half skirt-clad hips slapping against her pert little ass like a spanking as you do.\n\n"You like the cock you gave me, you little bitch, huh?" you half-coo, half-snarl as you pound into her relentlessly as if trying to drive the soul out of her body, her slender form shaking with the impacts as she writhes and bucks in your grip. Some part of you is aware you're right in the middle of a school hallway, in the midst of classes, but you don't care, nothing matters in the world except raping this silly little cunt until she can't remember her own name. "Just fucking loving every moment of getting raped by this big fat fuckstick aren't you, you dumb whore, huuuuh?"\n\nAlmost as if spurred by your dirty talk, your breasts, which had been feeling tighter and tighter, finally expand enough to snap your bra and several buttons of your blouse, spilling out and jiggling lewdly as you rut the hapless teenage bitch in front of you with every bit of strength in your body. It's actually not long before you can feel your new balls tighten amidst slapping against her, and you start spurting thick blasts of cum deep into the girl's cunt... and never for a moment stopping your thrusting, thick splashes of white goo forced out and splattering all over her thighs and yours as you churn it up and push it into her. Laughing giddily and panting, even letting your tongue loll out a little, you do your best to start fucking her even harder, especially since you can feel her stretched pussy fluttering and squeezing around you even as she tosses and shakes her head, making pleading sounds for you to stop through the panty-gag.\n\nHer pleas turn even more incoherent the longer you fuck her, turning into gargling, wordless noises as her eyes roll and the resistance gradually starts to go out of her body sometime around the third load of cum you dump in her cunt. 'Can't have that,' you think with a sneer, pulling out of her and giving her just a moment to sag in your grip with relief as she thinks it's over. Then she shrieks into your panties again as you slam your cum-lubed cock into her ass, her back arching and her head thrown back, her thrashing and struggling to get away fully renewed as you start raping her even tighter hole. 'Therrrrre we go,' you think in satisfaction at her renewed struggles, your balls slapping against her messy, stretched pussy with every thrust.\n\nOf course sadly, with how that extra tightness and her renewed struggles spur you on, you somehow manage to grow even more energetic in your fucking, and you eventually exhaust her there too... after the fourth blast of cum into her ass, you release her forearms and shove her forward, letting her slide off of your cock as she collapses to the floor still on raised knees, arms flopping out limply beside her. Her eyes are rolled up in her head almost entirely, she's slumped in place... in fact, if it weren't for the little shudders and twitches running through her in unwanted, unwilling aftershock orgasms, there'd be no sign at all that she was still alive. \n\n<hr>\n[[... Oh no! What have you done?!|HelenJP]]\n\n[[Mmm. That was amazing.|HelenJP10x2]]

Ah... you feel better than you ever have in your life. A deep sort of contentment you'd never even imagined has settled in over you, and you can't imagine anything better than this moment.\n\nAfter a moment, you glance down at your used-up cumdump. Tch, can't just leave trash laying around in the hallway, you think as you pick her up and sling her over one shoulder, carrying her over to a nearby trashcan. You casually knock off the lid, then heft your load up and dump her head-down into the bin. Not that you particularly care, but it looks like there was plenty of thrown-away paper, snack wrappers, and discarded bits of lunch and other food to soften her blow. She's left with her legs flopped over the rim, splayed wide and showing off her stretched, cum-overflowing pussy and ass to anyone that will eventually walk by. \n\nGlancing down at yourself, you give a soft 'tch'. Your tits are at least two cup sizes larger now, and even though your cock's gone mostly soft it's still quite large. You're going to have to do some shopping... and some cleaning-up, you muse as you do your best to arrange your clothing before taking out your cell phone, calmly hitting your contact for the principal as you walk away from your handiwork. "Hello sir, sorry to bother you, but I'm afraid a student spilled something on me and I'll need to go home and change. Oh, no, don't worry, I gave her some gentle discipline and it's fine now, in the future I'll make sure to keep some extra clothing here at school."\n\nYou take a few detours to stay away from the more crowded areas and eventually get back to your apartment, where you take a quick shower and then change into some sweatpants and a loose T-shirt. Well, it used to be loose. You'd like to take some time to stand in front of the mirror and admire your beautiful new body, but you really do need new clothing, preferably to conceal your extra new assets. Wouldn't want to scare off your cute little students before you get a chance to rape more of them, after all, would you? Grinning, you head out and to the shops.\n\nSoon you're in a clothing store, considering the skirts. 'Tch, no help for it, I'll have to start wearing looser ones... let's see, in this color if it falls against my bulge it won't be very obvious in the school lighting...'\n\n"Ohmigawd. Look at that American bitch with her big fake tits."\n\nYou blink, your head lifting. Fake?! They are not fake! ... Chemically enhanced by some strange concoction spilled on them by a student you proceeded to rape unconscious, but not fake! You look over, spotting a pair of 'gyaru'... high school girls who have dyed their hair blonde and gotten tans, their school uniforms modified with trendy, kitschy little accoutrements, nails painted elaborate day-glo colors, lots of jewelry and little collectibles dangling from every possible connection point on their bags. The one talking is on the tall side for a Japanese girl, with a bust that's at least as big as yours <i>was</i> (ah, jealousy), wearing a cream-colored vest over a blouse with the sleeves rolled up, and a grey skirt shortened until it can't be within regulations anymore. She and her friend don't look like they're from your school, but they're definitely skipping class, the cheek!\n\n"And look at how she's dressed, don't Americans have <i>any</i> class?!"\n\n"Um, hey, I think she understands you," her friend murmurs as your eyes narrow slightly. \n\n"Psh, chyeah, as if!"\n\n'Truancy really should be punished,' you muse to yourself as you snag your handful of decided-on purchases and head for the counter, keeping an eye on the duo as they turn and leave, the tall one still laughing at her own wit as she puts her pink-and-yellow painted nails over her bright pink-glossed lips.\n\nOf course, once you've followed her until she's separated from her friend and dragged her into an alley, you very quickly have those lips wrapped around your cock. In no time you've got her forced to her knees and her head tilted back as you pin her wrists to the wall, fucking her face furiously as she writhes and quags around your prick. "Now see, this is what happens if you skip school, you get raped in your bitchy little mouth," you scold her as you rut her throat, your balls slapping roughly against her chin, her thick mascara smearing down her cheeks as the combination of cutting off her air repeatedly and just having her face force-fucked in general has her crying as she struggles. "But I think that's what you wanted, isn't it, huh? Took a day off so you could get raped in a back alley and loooove it, huh?"\n\nShe tries to shake her head in denial, but it's hard for her to move it with a fat futanari fuckstick jammed that deeply down her throat. Her eyes with their pretty sky-blue contacts start to roll as you just fuck her and fuck her, using her throat just as roughly as you used your own student's pussy and ass. The thought that you're fucking this bitchy high-fashion gyaru with the same dick that was most recently in the ass of a sweet innocent science club student pushes you over the edge, and with a happy moan you stuff your prick in until those previously perfectly-painted lips are pressed around the root of it, using her throat as your latest cumdump, spurts and bubbles of jizz issuing up around her lips and dribbling down her chin and cheeks as she struggles to breathe.\n\nAfter taking juuust long enough, you pull out, your cock swaying still-hard in the air above her face as she slumps in your grip, breathing hard. Her eyes have gone glassy, and for now she certainly doesn't seem to have anything bitchy to say.\n\n<hr>\n[[That's a nice start! Let's continue!|HelenJP]]\n\n[["You belong to me now."|HelenJP]]

"No, I'll go ahead and drink it here," you reply. The walk over was rather warm, anyway, and you don't really want to wait for that decidedly unique treat. \n\n"Excellent!" Tandy chirps, stuffing the straw in and setting the milkshake on top of the glass divider. "Please, enjoy!" \n\nNodding, you pick up the glass, trying not to be fussy about just how cold it is on your fingers, because yow! Instead you take a moment to appreciate the stylish-looking milkshake, and that Tandy has thoughtfully invested in the sort of wide, durable milkshake straws that won't collapse when you suck on them or pop a blood vessel in your brain trying to suck a semi-solid through a space meant for a thin liquid. And indeed, when you wrap your mouth around it and suck, the milkshake flows up it smoothly... even before it hits your tongue you can tell that it's the perfect creamy texture, and then the taste hits. Chocolate cherry! Not some muddled blending of the two, but chocolate and cherry both, perfectly mingled and yet distinct! Even the temperature is somehow just perfect, the cool spreading through your body as smoothly as something warm would on a cold day.\n\n"Wow, it's amazing!" you blurt enthusiastically, seeing Tandy beam before you return to sucking on the straw. The flavor is so strong and pleasantly balanced that it's almost as if it fuzzes your brain of anything else, and the pleasant cold spreading through your body further relaxes you and slows your thoughts. You don't even notice as your hands begin to change color where they're holding the glass, slowly becoming pink with large mottled blotches of tan, the colors gradually darkening every time you suck on the straw.\n\nYour eyes glaze over, even as they turn red and begin to glow, short, nubby horns pushing out from your forehead. With every suck on the straw your breasts begin to expand as well, pushing outward and stretching your shirt, the cold centered there becoming gradually more intense, making you shiver some, a faint, thick sloshing almost audible from the now melon-sized mammaries. As your shirt rides up from your belly, that too begins to pooch out, a soft, tender roundness swelling out the front of it and stretching at the front of your jeans... which eventually snap, spilling your growing udder outward, large brown splotches marking the pale but darkening red skin, covering two of the long, thick teats brown and two red as they begin to grow out from the wobbling, slowly filling, and almost freezing cold udder. \n\nFogged by the pleasurable taste and numbed by the cold, you absently bring a hand down to shove at your jeans, wiggling them over your growing and expanding red-and-brown butt, your tuft-tipped tail pushing outward and flicking over the steadily more generous curves. Your jeans get stuck around your thickened thighs, but seem to be tearing well enough as the lower parts of your legs change shape, feet pulling out of your shoes and socks as your toes fuse together and nails join into thick, black hooves that you thump back onto the tile of the floor as tatters of denim litter it. Your shirt is the next to give up the ghost, fabric tearing here and there before givin way completely, your now more-than-head-sized tits spilling free, one red and one brown, hanging heavily and sloshing faintly as your nipples thicken and lengthen to be almost as impressive as your teats. \n\n"Perfect, just perfect," Tandy coos as she rounds the counter, circling around your naked form as you stare forward dully while holding the empty milkshake glass, your cow tail flitting back and forth behind you. She rests a hand on your enlarged ass and gives it a shake, then walks around in front of you. Grinning, she wraps a hand around one of your nipples, squeezing and pulling it towards yourself, giving a little 'oo!' of pleasure as thick, creamy dark pink liquid dribbles out over her fingers. "It's so cold, too! Absolutely the perfect temperature!" she coos, reaching for your other nipple and giving it a similarly milking squeeze, giggling as brown milkshake oozes out. "Now, if the taste is right..."\n\nShe leans forward, the blonde closing her eyes as her lips part and slide over the long, thick nipple, her tongue rolling against the underside as she slides forward. You let out a moan that comes out more like a mmmmooooooooan as your nipple bumps briefly against the back of her throat before she pulls back some, fastening her lips more tightly and starting to suck. Her throat visibly works as her mouth fills with cherry milkshake again and again, before she pulls off of it with a light 'pfwah!' and moves to suck on your other nipple instead. You roll your glowing red eyes and let out another purely livestock-ish sound of pleasure as her further stimulation sets you off, your mottled red-and-brown pussy quivering as you cum.\n\n"The taste is perfect too! This is going to save so much time!" Tandy chirps as she straightens up, before taking your hand and leading you around the counter again. "Come along, dear, let's get you hooked up!"\n\n"Mmmmmmoooooooo," you drone back in reply, unable to think through the tasty, chilly haze wrapped around your brain by the milkshake. Tandy leads the way to the area beside the ice cream tubs, to a silver under-counter door with an oddly-shaped hole in it, the counter above bearing a number of old-style metal fountain dispensors. She swings the door open and guides you into kneeling onto all fours and crawling inside the small area filled with hookups and other equipment. Still, there's enough room for your udder and teats to be a bit off the floor, even as she nudges your hooves further forward so that they're under the counter with the rest of you... save for your ass and pussy jutting out behind you.\n\nAt the flick of a switch by Tandy, several manacles clamp around your legs, arms, and neck, holding you in place. The suddenness of being restrained is enough to break through the haze around your mind, and you jolt against the restraints. "W-wha?! Oh my God, what did you do to me?! Let me go!" you yelp, yanking against the metal rings binding you and finding that you can barely even move your head. "What is this?! What's going on! Stop! Sto-!" You cut off in fear at the sight of something lowering towards your head. It looks like a cross between a cow mask and some sort of fetish gear... a black thing with dark lenses for eyes and various tubes and cables running to the muzzle. "No! No! Don't put that on me! Noooo!" you howl, the sound of your own pleas surrounding you as the mask slides into place over your head, the effect making it clear that it's completely soundproof and none of your cries will carry outside of it. It tightens around your horns and neck, obviously locking into place.\n\nThen you can feel your nipples and teats being encased in tight, gripping sheaths. You yelp, the sound loud in the mask... and then can't help but moan loudly as the things gripping at you start sucking hard. Your eyes roll... not that you could see much anyway between the unlit cubicle and the dark lenses of your mask... as you can feel a slow, steady flow of the thick fluid filling your tits and udder being sucked out, an orgasm almost immediately hitting you, and then another. Surrounded completely by the sound of your own unwilling moans and the crashing impacts of cumming, you barely even notice at the feel of cold metal swinging into place framing your ass and pussy, and the last hints of light from the outside world.\n\nAbove, Tandy smiles as she releases the lever of the fountain, lifting the milkshake glass full of brown-and-red swirled frozen cream. "Perfect!" she chirps, sticking a straw. "Perfect right out of the tap!" She takes a long draw from the straw. "Mm, and none of the side effects either," she notes, glancing down at where your ass and pussy are sticking out of the below-counter door, out of sight of any potential customers. Of course, you can't hear or see any of this... all you can see is darkness, and all you can hear is the sound of your own heavy breathing in the aftermath of the suction at your nipples and teats making you cum repeatedly. However, you certainly feel it as a cock pushes into your pussy, your eyes rolling as the long, thick shaft pushes deep into you and starts pumping.\n\n"A very handy addition to the shop overall," Tandy chirps, pumping her hips to stroke her prick into your convenient wallpussy, all the while sipping from the milkshake you had multiple orgasms producing.\n\n<hr>\n[[Game Over.|GGCandy9xEnd]]

"N-new job?" she asks... well, more moans as she starts thrusting her hips towards the thrusts of her own fingers. "What do you mean, new... new jaaahhhhhh," she whimpers, grabbing one of her tits with her other hand to start kneading and squeezing at it.\n\n"Don't worry, it's one that even a lazy do-nothing lump should be able to manage," you assert, smirking as her skin begins to take on a gleam that's not entirely from the sweat.\n\nLauriel moans louder, almost pleadingly as she bucks and twists her hips before collapsing to the bed as if the strength had gone out of her legs... or as if her body had suddenly become heavier. The movements of her hands turn a bit slower, more deliberate, her writhing still coming but more laboriously, the elf apparently finding it harder and harder to move. As her skin starts to take on a healthy tan color... well, more of a golden glow really... you make your way forward and grab her legs, holding them in a V and then pushing forward until her lower body is lifted. Shoving her hand away, you lean your face in towards her sodden pussy.\n\n"This is what you love, right?" you coo, your tongue lengthening and tapering as you slide it out of your mouth, then slather it across her pussy before sliding it inside her, wriggling it around like a snake.\n\n"Yessssss," she groans, the sound coming out thick and slow as she moves both hands to toy with her increasingly firm, stiff tits. As her gleaming skin turns more and more yellow, her whimpering pleas for pleasure continue to grow thicker in her tightened throat. But you constantly keep bringing her to the edge and then backing off, your empathic sense of her pleasure and your almost tentacle-like tongue capable of holding her at whatever point of climax you want. Then, finally, as her eyes close and her head leans back, you bring her right to the very edge, a rather amazing smile curling her lips as she completely gives in to what she thinks will be the best orgasm she's ever had.\n\nAnd that's where her body finishes its stiffening, the last of her body heat dissipating as she turns to solid gold. Smirking, you slide your tongue out of the metal hole it was sheathed in and straighten up, idly giving Lauriel's raised and displayed ass a rub. Your empathy can tell she's still conscious in there, her mind trapped inside the golden statue she's become... and forever held on the very cusp of orgasm without being able to actually achieve it. Laughing, you pick up the heavy golden statue, your muscles growing denser and more layered to make it possible, your skin becoming a bit more purple at the same time.\n\n"You can start your new job tonight," you chirp, your tail flicking back and forth as you move to carry her downstairs.\n\n<hr>\n[[Game over.|MeanLove3xEnd]]

"W-what?" Lauriel stammers, eyes widening and face going a bit pale, starting to show some real fear for the first time. \n\nYour smile broadens... and your teeth sharpen as you call to mind your desire to bite her earlier. Only this time you give into it, snapping forward and sinking your teeth into Lauriel's shoulder, the elf's yowl of pain trailing up into a shriek as something begins flowing through your elongated canines and into her body. She writhes beneath you, her protests turning into soft whimpers as you finally pull away and step back, the light marring of her skin quickly disappearing.\n\nBut she's already beginning to sweat, her body still writhing as the magical venom you injected her with flows through her veins. She hauls herself forward onto the bed as if momentarily overcome by the need to get a little further away from you, then flops over onto her back. Groaning, she jerks her hips up in the air, then slides a hand between her thighs, starting to rub at her pussy. "What... what did you do to me?" she whines.\n\n"Like I said, just getting you ready for display," you respond with a snicker. "Seemed like the easiest way to do it would be to put the magic inside you... and the easiest way to make sure it circulated through was to get your heart pumping nice and fast. Don't worry, you're going to look great-"\n\n<hr>\n[["-in the garden."|MeanLove3ax1]]\n\n[["-for your new job."|MeanLove3x9]]\n\n[["-for your funeral."|MeanLove]]

You wake up... you think about an hour later, to judge by the change in the light pouring in through the windows. You sit up with a low groan, raising a hand to your forehead, then giving a soft 'ow' as you encounter something sharp, looking at your hand in surprise... and feeling further shock when you realize it's a pale shade of purple. Getting to your feet, you hurry to the nearest bathroom to look in the mirror, staring some at what you find looking back at you.\n\nYou're not quite as... demon-y... as the demoness who changed you was, but you're definitely not quite human. In addition to the faint purple tint to your skin, you have a pair of shortish horns that start at the outer edge of your forehead and angle out and then up. Your hair is still blonde for the most part, but has grown out by about two inches... two inches of metallic blue, which it is at the roots. Your eyes have turned yellow but they're at least still white around that. Your tits are... wow, your tits are easily E-cups now, and you can't help but give them a heft with both hands. You could rule the school with these alone, you're pretty sure, no powers required. And... okay, your lower body seems to be mostly unchanged, though your toenails (and fingernails for that matter) are now a darker, shinier color, like tinted glass or something. Your stomach also shows no signs of the massive bloating from cum it did earlier... you must have absorbed all of it when you changed.\n\nYou blink at the sound of your phone's text tone from the hall. Padding back out, you pick it up and glance at the screen. 'Coming.' it says simply, from Lauriel's contact. That's right, she said she'd send word ten minutes before... maybe. That bitch.\n\nYou smile slowly. Well, you'll show her. ... Hm, how are you going to show her, though? You tuck your cellphone into an interdimensional pocket as you think... then blink, pulling it back out. How did you know how to do that? ... You just did. You suppose that's handy... but it also seems like you won't know whether you can do something until you try. You'll just have to decide what you're going to do, try it, and see if it works out, you guess.\n\n<hr>\n[[Attack her when she comes home.|MeanLove]]\n\n[[Fake her out.|MeanLove3x6]]

"So, wait... I get innate power so I can make sure and make Lauriel suffer, <i>today</i>, I become a powerful demon and like live forever... and I'm supposed to pick another option?" you ask, honestly a bit flummoxed.\n\nThe demoness throws back her head and laughs. "Shit, I actually really like you! Once you have gone full demon, come look me up, huh?" She smirks again as she says, "But before that, I've gotta give you the original influx of power. So..." She uses one hand to give her limp, horselike cock a shake. "Get over here and get this down your throat, cutie."\n\n"... Er..." You blink, drawing back a bit more from her, or at least as much as you can when you're still backed against the shelves.\n\n"What, you think I've got this thing just for looks? You're gonna hafta learn to get over that hesitancy. Demons do most of their exchanging of power, and a lot of other things, with sex. So I'm gonna blast a nice, big load of cum in your cute little belly, and that will get you started on your change."\n\nSwallowing heavily, you slowly nod, before sinking to your knees in front of her. Still a little heSimantly, you draw your hands away from covering yourself and rest them lightly on her thighs instead, jerking just a little at how warm they are, and the slightly odd texture of her skin. You wrap one hand tentatively around her fat shaft, beginning to stroke it... and actually starting to feel a little annoyed as it flops and wobbles around. "Er... am I not pretty, or something?" you ask, glancing up with a frown.\n\nShe snickers. "Nice thing about being a demon, you have almost total control over what your body does. I like the feel of it when someone swallows my limp prick all the way down to the balls."\n\nYour eyes widen, looking at her length. Down to the balls?! It's already longer and thicker than any penis you've ever seen! Nevertheless, it's clear that's what she wants, so after swallowing hard you nod and use both hands to finagle the thick, wobbling thing up to your lips. You press against it, but find it won't quite slip inside... not until you take some time to wash your tongue over it, spit-shining the broad, almost flat head, shivering at the strange, almost berry-like taste of it. It feels... strangely good, just tonguing it, and before you know it you're moving your head to drag your lips and tongue along the sides, letting it drape over your shoulder. Then you remember you have a goal... a rather hefty one... and shift back to the tip, taking another deep breath.\n\nThis time the slicked-up head of her prick compresses just enough to push past your lips and pop into your mouth, completely filling it. Actually, it feels like your jaw is stretching around the girth of her shaft already! Gulping and quagging, you start pushing your head forward as well as using both hands to push the limp horseprick further past your lips, your throat gradually bulging up bit by bit with it. You can't help but glance up at her face, seeing those yellow-in-black eyes gazing back down at you, barely visible between the massive mountains of her tits. "Good, good, keep going, I know you can do it!"\n\nYou're not sure about that, it seems like you're only halfway down, and you're already starting to feel short of breath. But the promise of power and vengeance urges you on, and you start pushing more and more of it into your face with both hands, until finally you have to move them back to her hips and just shove your head forward. Finally, with your vision starting to blur some around the edges and your eyes watering, your stretched taut lips bump against the root of her prick, your chin pressed to her massive purple sack.\n\n"Gooood girl," the demoness coos. "Okay, here we go."\n\nInstantly her prick goes hard. In a matter of only a second or two it goes from long and fat and limp to much longer, much wider, and throbbingly stiff, your throat bulging obscenely with the added girth. Your eyes roll up in your head as the sensation couples with some other shift in her prick makes you start instantly cumming, your body twitching and jerking with the intensity of your orgasms even as she begins flooding your stomach with infernal sperm. Your flat belly grows steadily rounder, bulging out with the sheer amount of demon jizz being pumped into it, all the while with you bucking and twisting your hips futilely as your pussy spatters girlcum all over your thighs and the floor. After somewhere between an eternity and twenty seconds, the demoness puts her hand on your head and shoves you back, her spit-shined shaft sliding smoothly out of your stretched lips, the bulge of it and the thicker outline of the flare receding up between your tits and throat, until it finally pops out of your mouth, splattering your face before you topple heavily to the ground, limp and gurgling, body still twitching.\n\n"Enjoy your new life, kid," the demoness says as your consciousness rapidly fades. "And remember, come look me up when you're a full demon. I shouldn't be too hard for you to find."\n\n<hr>\n[[Continue.|MeanLove3x5]]

Clamping your teeth together, you do your best to keep up your outward air of vaguely worshipful blankness, as if being forgotten about by everyone you know no longer meant anything to you. You've been developing a sense all night for what Lauriel expects whenever she gives an order or says something, a sort of empathy for her desires... probably the demon abilities. So you keep yourself silent and unflinching as she finishes etching the design into the stone and it flashes brightly.\n\n"There, all done. Now no need to worry about anyone bothering me and coming looking for you, it <i>is</i> such a bother disappearing multiple people at once," she chirps as she stands.\n\n"I wouldn't want to be a bother, Mistress," you coo with a bow of the head.\n\n"Mm, well we'll see whether you learn to not be too much of a bother. Come along then."\n\nContinuing to smile even though you feel like your teeth want to turn into fangs just so you can bite her, you fall into step after her. Actually for just a second you really can feel your canines lengthening and sliding across your lower teeth before you get yourself back under control and return them to normal, pouring her drink for her as she settles in in front of the fire.\n\nAs expected, just like last night she eventually orders you to her bedroom and into the bed, then mounts your face, rocking against it and using your supposedly willing tongue at a sex toy to get herself off, playing with your tits in a bored fashion as if they were little more than stress balls or something else to occupy her attention. At least this time your jaw and tongue seem immune to exhaustion, so after hours of working over her pussy and asshole you still feel as fresh as ever when she finally flops off of you and stretches out, then rolls onto her side.\n\n"Do the laundry and sweep the porch," she orders with a yawn. "Actually tonight why don't you sleep on the back porch as wERK!"\n\nThis last is as you grab her by the back of the neck and yank her to the edge of the bed before shoving her back forward, pinning her down against it with one hand while grabbing one of her wrists and pinning it with your other. You can feel your horns growing back out and your tits enlarging... actually both seem a bit bigger than they were last time, your skin an almost imperceptibly darker shade of purple as it colors again, and you can once more feel your teeth sharpening into fangs.\n\n"Think again, bitch," you sing-song smugly, giving her neck a light squeeze.\n\n"What are you-?! Hng!" She winces as you shove down on her, but manages to turn her head enough to at least look at your hand pinning hers. "You-! That traitorous demon bitch!" she hisses. "I'll scatter her energy to so many of the lower planes the only way she'll remanifest is as fungus!"\n\n"I'd worry about myself a little more if I was you, Lauriel," you remind her, leaning down into her line of sight so she can see your altered face.\n\n"Unhand me now and I will forgive this trespass," she answers coolly. "I will even graciously let you return to being my slave."\n\nYou can't help but laugh as you straighten back up. "You're unbelievable, huh?! You're so used to being able to just bark at people and get your way that you've lost all subtlety or finesse to it, or knowing when you oughtta back down. I guess having your charm powers made you lose sight of the game."\n\nYou run your eyes down her fanned-out golden hair, the sleek curves of her back, the roundness of her ass where she's pinned in front of you. "Although, gotta say... after all you've done, you still do look fine as fuck." The more crass language than you'd usually use still feels good in your mouth, making you smirk as you roll your shoulders. "In fact, you look good enough to-"\n\n<hr>\n[["-fuck."|MeanLove4x1]]\n\n[["-be ravished by."|MeanLove]]\n\n[["-put on display."|MeanLove3x8]]\n\n[["-eat."|MeanLove]]

You don't actually know what Lauriel can do... but you at least know what she did last night. If that's anything like her usual routine, then once she's had dinner, relaxed in her den for awhile, and had you eat her out before bed (selfish bitch), she'll flop over and go to sleep. If you can put up with everything she throws at you for just that long, you can pounce on her when she's completely unsuspecting and have your revenge. \n\nOf course, that brings up the problem of your appearance. Frowning, you head back into the bathroom and stare at your reflection. You need to look normal for this to work. As you think that, your horns gradually begin to shrink and your skin starts to pale, the cobalt roots of your hair even withdrawing into your head. Blinking, you focus even harder on your old appearance, watching your new demonic features gradually fade away and leave you the way you always looked, although now with a smile on your lips. Yeah, this will work.\n\nShit, though, you've only got a few minutes left. You hurry back towards the hallway... then turn and run instead back into the study, returning the demon figurine to its place and grabbing the cleaning materials you were using. Shoving them in a closet, you settle yourself on your knees facing the floor and then bend forward to put your palms and forehead against the marble, ass in the air slightly.\n\nIt's another twenty minutes before you finally hear a key in the lock. 'I'll get you for this, you bitch,' you think darkly. Luckily you don't seem to get sore or tired holding this position... just bored. Lauriel's shoes click lightly across the marble before she declares an imperious "Rise." You sit up and rest on your heels, pressing an adoring, simpering look onto your face.\n\n"Welcome home, Mistress."\n\n"Mm. The windows look clean enough, though I'll have to outfit you with a charm so you can do the outsides later. I'd suggest letting you wear clothing just to go outside... but an animal in clothes always looks silly to me," she adds as she shrugs out of her jacket. You're glad for that enhanced control over your body that the demoness mentioned, since it keeps you from twitching and lets you have the smile stay on your face as you reach out to catch the jacket when she drops it. She turns to continue into the house, then pauses and looks at you, eyes narrowing. "... Is there something different about you, slave?"\n\nErk. "No, Mistress...?" you answer, feigning utter brainlessness with a tilt of the head and a widening of your eyes.\n\n"Your tits seem bigger." Her eyes flick from your face to your chest... then she waves it off. "Must've made them bigger last night and forgotten," she mutters to herself, continuing on into the house.\n\nYou spend much of the evening like the last, though Lauriel asks you to undress her before serving her dinner, and of course you spend most of it under the table eating her out, thinking the entire time about how in a few hours you're going to destroy her. Every stroke of your tongue across her wet pussy is like a promise you make to yourself that you're going to get your own back from her ten times over. When she's done, she leaves you to clean up and have the meager scraps as your own meal while she heads into... the study. That makes you worry a little bit, but all you can do is clean up the dishes before following her in.\n\n"Is there anything else you need, Mistress?" you ask obsequiously, bowing a bit as you come in.\n\n"No. Just stand there, slave," Lauriel answers distractedly. She's sitting at one of the other small workbenches pushed up against the walls, etching something on what looks like a polished river stone. "I'm just finishing up the charm that will cause your family and acquaintances to forget about you. It will be helpful if you're nearby when I complete it."\n\n<hr>\n[["What?! NO!"|MeanLove5x1]]\n\n[["..."|MeanLove3x7]]

Hm, it's not really Easter without some good old-fashioned egg dying, is it? Sure, most people think it's for kids, but with a slight application of too much effort and slightly too expensive materials, you can have plenty of adults with too much time on their hands doing it too!\n\nBut that means a shopping trip. While you have plenty of arts and crafts materials at home (if "most of the garage is full of them besides the actual craft room" counts as plenty), you don't have the numerous packages of eggs this is obviously going to take. Store trip! Grabbing your keys, you hop into your SUV and set off for the store. Actually, on second thought, you probably ought to head to that one place that's further off the beaten path but sells fresh stuff for way less. This is going to call for a lot of eggs and while you're pretty well-off, you're not sure you're "pay full retail price for five dozen eggs" well-off. Or at least you're not well-off enough to not care about that sort of thing anyway.\n\nYou turn off of the main roads and onto the slightly less trafficked ones that lead out into the countryside. Soon you're passing through rolling hills and past wooden fences, without a single other soul around. Getting a little bored and with a pretty good idea you're safe (both from accidents and radar guns), you let your foot get heavier, sending you zooming down the road at a faster pace. Until all of a sudden you see something brown and furry leap into the road in front of you. You yelp but that's really all you have time for before there's a loud, jarring thump, your car skewing wildly before you manage to correct. Did you just hit a deer?!\n\n<hr>\n[[Stop and see.|HEaster1x2]]\n\n[[Continue on.|HEaster]]

"I... I'm sorry!" you blurt, more on reflex than anything else, clasping your hands over your mouth. "I... he just came out of nowhere, I barely even saw him, I... I...!"\n\n"Excuses won't cut it!" one of the rabbits squeaks at you, bounding over and pointing a paw up at you accusingly. "You hit the Easter Bunny with that big Champagne monstrosity!"\n\n"Isn't that bronze?"\n\n"No they call that color 'champagne', see how it's got that kind of glimmery dark look to it?"\n\n"Are you sure that's not 'harvest wheat'?"\n\n"WOULD YOU SHUT UP?!" the rabbit addressing you calls back to the others, before looking at you with the angriest bunnyface. "Listen! You killed the Easter Bunny, so unless you fix it you're going to cause thousands of kids all over the world to be disappointed!"\n\n"O-okay," you reply with a sniffle, somehow feeling extra bad about being scolded by something so adorable. "How do I f-fix it?"\n\n"You have to become the Easter Bunny," the rabbit declares, pointing at the colorful vest as several of the other rabbits hop over with it.\n\n"... Eh?" You blink once.\n\n"You have to become the Easter Bunny! Put on the vest and let's hop to it, we've got a lot of work to do!"\n\n<hr>\n[[... Okay.|HEaster2x1]]\n\n[[Oh wait I'm sorry I have an appointment at somewhere far away from here I need to get to goodbye dear friends goodbye.|HEaster1x4]]

You're not actually sure what you could possibly do for a deer hit by a car, but it just seems too heartless to not at least see the consequences of your actions. You pull over to the side of the road and climb out, resisting the urge to make your first action to check how badly banged-up your car is. Instead you hurry back in the direction you came from, towards where you think you saw the form you hit go.\n\nYou soon spot the large, brown furry form lying in a heap by the side of the road, and with a little whimper of sympathy and guilt you hurry over... only to stop and stare. That's no deer... it's a dear-sized rabbit! You look it up and down, gawking at the sheer size of it, even before you realize that its forelegs look more like arms than legs, and that it seems to be wearing some sort of colorful pastel vest.\n\nWhile your brain's still stalled out processing this, a handful of rabbits come scurrying up... while these are slightly large for rabbits (about the size of small dogs), they're nowhere near as huge as the one you apparently hit. They come scampering up to the big one, making little rabbity sounds of distress (well, you assume), looking at each other and pointing little forelimbs at the crumpled form in front of you. Which... is just getting odder and odder. Of course things hit a new high point for that when the smaller rabbits all look at you, and one of them calls in a cute, accusatory little voice, "You killed the Easter Bunny!"\n\n<hr>\n[["I-I didn't mean to!"|HEaster1x3]]\n\n[[Nope the fuck out of there.|HEaster]]

"Here, I'll stand in the circle, you find the best place to get a shot from," you answer, hopping over the line of candles and trotting to the center. "Besides, I've heard you try to fake being in pain, they always sound like sex moans."\n\nLeslie pokes her tongue out at you, then moves around fiddling with her cellphone camera. Finally finding a place to set it that apparently has a decent view of both you and her, she moves into position and opens the book. Clearing her throat, she proceeds to read the gibberish in as serious a tone as she can manage (which, to judge by the occasional giggle, isn't very). "Dinh drec cmid ehdu y tasuh!" She pauses for a moment, obviously trying to both get her snickering under control and pronounce the nonsense words something like 'correctly'. "E fyhd ran du nyba sa mega y pedlr ihdem so pnyehc uuwa uid so aync!" Taking a deep breath, she rallies and thrusts out a hand. "Keja ran dra bufan du syga sa y pnyehmacc yhesym vilgduo!"\n\nYou've been suppressing your own grin, preparing to ham it up by shrieking and wailing as much as you could, but the moment she speaks the last word you're hit by a sensation so intense that you really do scream. You throw your head back and howl, wrapping your arms around yourself as your body is wracked by something that's simultaneously the most intense pain and the most intense pleasure you could imagine. Your pussy gushes, soaking your jeans as your body trembles, teeth clenching as some of them grow sharper, sliding down the ones below them. Your tits swell and enlarge, agonizing boobgasms shocking your system as they push out against your shirt, lifting it up your midriff. You feel two sweetly painful points start near the top of your skull and push out into horns. Your whole skin feels like it's on orgasmic fire as it darkens to a deep blue shade, your vision going completely white as you actually cum from your eyes as they shift to yellow with black sclera. You actually fall to your knees as pained pleasure shoots along your spine as it lengthens into a spaded tail that juts behind you.\n\nYou shiver as the transformative magics finish burning out your soul and replacing it with demonic essence. Your eyes clear, showing you the basement in sharp relief, as well as the practically glowing human staring at you. Damn... the summoner being outside the circle means you're trapped inside it! You'll have to get her to let you out by verbally releasing you or snuffing out one of the candles. The question is, how?\n\n<hr>\n[[Deception.|GGHH6x2]]\n\n[[Threats.|GGHHPlaceholder]]\n\n[[Temptation.|GGHHPlaceholder]]

"Look, I just... I just don't think I can, alright?" you say, sweeping your hands apart and looking forward. "I can't take part in this sort of thing, this is all way too much and I can't. I just can't."\n\nYour mother sighs and shakes her head. "Yes, you said pretty much the same thing last year."\n\nThat makes you blink. "What?"\n\n"Oh well. Maybe next year you'll be ready," your mother says philosophically as she plucks her sunglasses out of the center console's recess and slips them on, then reaches over and flicks her hand, a silver tube raising up above her fingers and in front of your face. "Here, honey, would you mind having a look at this?"\n\nYou actually wind up staring right at the little red bar at the top of it in disbelief. "Oh you have got to be fucking kidding m-"\n\n<img src=https://78.media.tumblr.com/37e3502233a1f4336b154afa1f50f2c0/tumblr_inline_paomaqwsSy1s44gau_540.gif>\n\n<hr>\n[[Game Over.|GGSpy1axEnd]]

Hm. Well, Sharon was the one who started it, and the one who was caught with it... you can easily enough make an example of her. The question is whether to do it now, in front of everyone, send her to the punishment room, or have her come back at the end of the day?\n\nObviously it would be most embarrassing for her and make the best example to punish her in front of everyone, but then there is the issue of then being that teacher that embarrasses her students. Sending her to the punishment room now sends a strong message too, but preserves some of her dignity... and a bit of the mystery and tension of what exactly you're going to do to her. Having her come back after the rest of her classes would be the least embarrassing for her, but would also give her more time to stew on her impending punishment... which, by nature of coming at the end of the day, could be almost anything and last all night, if you liked.\n\n<hr>\n[[Punish her in front of the class.|HelenAsp]]\n\n[[Send her to the punishment room now.|HelenAsp1x5]]\n\n[[Have her come back after classes are over.|HelenAsp]]

"Wylde, please escort Miss Porter to the punishment room," you declare primly, seeing Sharon wince at your words.\n\n"Yes ma'am!" Wylde says happily, trotting back up the steps to stand beside Sharon's desk as she mopily collects her things into her bag, then gets up and does a slumped, hunched walk of shame to follow the cat through the door at the back of the classroom, which opens and closes for them seemingly of its own accord.\n\n"Please do not distract other students by passing notes," you inform the rest of the class evenly before tossing the note in the wastepaper basket... uncrumpled. You won't read it aloud, but if some enterprising student wants to get ahold of it at some point, you figure that's also a fair middle ground between embarrassing Sharon and not being seen as the one coming down on her so hard. \n\nThe rest of the class passes without issue, Wylde having returned from the back after a few minutes... and with the other students now likely aware that he's out there prowling about amongst them on patrol. At the end of the class there's a loud set of chimes, and you decide on the path of least resistance by calling "Dismissed!" right as it goes off, making sure the students putting their things away and starting to leave at least <i>seems</i> to come on your command. As the last of them files out, Wylde hops up onto your desk.\n\n"Ah, we really did get our first punishment, and she's a cute one too," they note, just grinning when you give them a glance. "Someone to do whatever you want to!"\n\nYou nod slowly, turning that over. You spend a few minutes thinking... and, obviously, letting Sharon stew more on when you're actually going to come in... before you finally head on back to the punishment room. \n\nYou'd already taken a look at it, a relatively large, empty space with actual everburning torches lighting the walls rather than the more standard enchanted glass panes. The only actual piece of furniture is a hard stone bench built in against one corner, which Sharon is sitting on slumped and miserable-looking, and immediately hops up when you come in. "M-Ms. Patissier, really, I'm sorry about the note, I-!"\n\n"I'm afraid that once you've been caught is too late to say 'sorry'," you say evenly, trying not to grin as you watch her deflate a bit. You really shouldn't be getting <i>too</i> into this, you try to tell yourself. "Besides, I've already decided on your punishment."\n\n"U-um... what is it?" she asks, squirming a little.\n\n<hr>\n[[Physical punishment.|HelenAsp]]\n\n[[Service.|HelenAsp]]\n\n[[Transformation.|HelenAsp]]\n\n[[Rape.|HelenAsp]]\n\n[[Execution.|HelenAsp]]

"Well, alright then," you say after a moment's hesitation. This school must host the children of diplomats, or politicians you think as you give the whole thing a quick skim. It seems like a mostly standard NDA as far as you can tell, not that you have much experience with such things, but you do see the guarantee of a year's wages. Signing your name, initialing, and dating in several points, you slide the contract back over to June. She glances it over, then gives a businesslike nod before tucking it away again.\n\n"Thank you. Now, you understand that Aspareth's is a vocational school, yes? And that your job will be to teach a sort of 'general studies' curriculum of basic necessities... math, literature. We'll largely be leaving the details up to your decision on what will help our students become well-rounded as regards their other classes."\n\n"There must be quite a focus on their other career training," you note with a slight frown.\n\n"You could say that. Aspareth's School teaches mages."\n\n"... I'm sorry?" you say a bit blankly.\n\n"Mages. You know, little witches and wizards?" June holds her hand out to the side. "Though not <i>very</i> little, more what you would consider middle school on. We teach them magic... there are classes on things like history and chemistry and so on, so it's really just the more purely mundane aspects of their schooling we need to cover with your courses."\n\n"Are you..." You swallow a bit. "Are you serious?"\n\n"Quite. We're not a terribly insular society, Helen, most of our graduates go on to live perfectly integrated lives in mainstream culture, which is why we don't want them hampered in aspects of that culture our courses have never quite evolved to cover. Now, if you agree to come on board, you will be provided with housing, a generous spending and travel allowance, an assistant, and of course the offered pay. In return for this, we only expect you to do your best to help round out the educations of the students who need it... and, of course, to keep the secret."\n\n<hr>\n[[Huh. Well. Okay.|HelenAsp1x2]]\n\n[[... No thank you.|HelenUK]]\n\n[[She's crazy!|HelenAsp]]\n\n[[This is the devil's work!|HelenCat]]

As overtly fantastic as it all seems, she's either telling the truth or this is the absolute most authentic prank you've ever seen. If it's the latter, may as well play along at this point, because this is starting to sound fascinating. "Alright then, I agree. I'll take the job."\n\n"Excellent." June smiles as she leans across the table a bit to offer her hand, then stands once the two of you have shaken on it. "We'll leave at once, then. No worries, I'll have the rest of your things delivered soon," she adds as you get up and gather your bags.\n\n"Sent where? I mean, if I can ask," you add as you follow her back out of the pub. "I mean, I know you mean the school, but where is that?"\n\n"We like to keep its exact location a bit on the down-low," June answers, glancing aside at you and tapping a finger across her lips. "I'm sure once you've worked there for awhile you'll manage to figure it out, if you care to, but we find that not disclosing it easily cuts down on the issues we might have with overly-curious sorts." The two of you walk on a bit more before she grins. "You have a bit of an odd look on your face."\n\n"Oh, uh, I guess I was waiting for some silly-sounding word to call people who don't have magic."\n\n"There are a few, but I find the majority of them rude. Part of your role at the school is, after all, to help acclimate students to normal interaction with nonmagical people. Although..." She pauses, then waves a hand a bit. "Well, best we discuss that when we actually get there." She stops next to a very normal-looking black cab, very much like the ones you've seen all over since you arrived, save that the driver doesn't seem to be in. June then opens the trunk and helps you put your bags in, before the two of you get in the back... and the car pulls out of its parking space and takes off, making you stare. "Oh, don't worry, no one will notice there's no driver," June notes breezily. "'Don't notice this' magic is one of the easiest kinds there is."\n\nNot exactly what you were shocked by, but okay. You start to say something else, then have to quickly cover a yawn, giving the other woman a mildly embarrassed look. "Sorry, I tried to sleep on the flight, but..."\n\n"No, it's actually a part of this enchanted cab," June notes, covering a yawn of her own. "Both to make the trip more bearable and help hide the school's location, there's a sleeping spell on the interior. Just relax and settle in, you'll have quite a lovely nap the whole way there."\n\nThat would almost be sort of creepy except for the fact that a nap really does sound... quite... lovely... right... zzzzzzz...\n\nYou wake up with a gentle rocking motion as the car comes to a complete halt, blinking repeatedly as you sit up. There's none of the sort of acheyness or discomfort you might normally expect out of sleeping in the back seat of a car, and June already seems awake and lively as she opens her door and steps out, you doing the same. You're in some sort of garage, with a line of other identical cabs on either side of the one you arrived in, though the large dark stone room looks more like some ancient storehouse or something than a modern garage. June once more helps you with your bags, then shows you through winding passageways that are every bit the slightly theme-parky castle corridors you might expect.\n\n"Don't worry about finding your way, in the things we've prepared for you is a ring that helps guide you around the school," June adds. "And as you do, you'll naturally learn the paths for yourself, until you eventually won't need it. Ah, here we are," she adds as she pushes open a large wooden door and walks into what's obviously a classroom. It's lit by glowing panes of glass set along the walls and ceiling, and is a weird blend of the ancient castle and a more modern schoolroom, complete with desks that look a lot like the ones from your last classroom set on slightly raised tiers, each about a half foot higher than the last, leading down to the front of the classroom where there's a slightly odd-looking blackboard and the similarly modern teacher's desk. "Your assistant will be able to help you summon up just about anything you need for your lessons," June notes.\n\n"Assistant?" you echo, then squeak and hop back a bit as a black cat leaps up atop your rolling bag... a black cat with little bat wings coming off his back and very purple eyes.\n\n"Hail, well met, and hiyas," the cat declares in a smooth, androgynous voice, actually grinning as it looks up at you, tail lashing.\n\n"... Hi," you reply, a little weakly.\n\n"Wylde here is a magical creature specifically chosen to assist you," June says, grinning a little wryly as she reaches out and strokes the cat's head a few times. "They'll do whatever you ask of them, and are capable of pretty much anything, as long as it's within this classroom and the suite of attached rooms. Their powers are significantly more limited outside of it. In any event, through that door," she adds, gesturing to a wooden door set at the very back and side of the teaching area. "Are your private storage, bath, living suite, and punishment room."\n\n"Oh, that sounds nice, I-" Brain screech noise. "... Punishment room?"\n\n"Ah, yes, that thing we were going to talk about." June frowns a bit as she turns towards you, folding her arms. "As you can imagine, it's incredibly tempting for magic users, especially young and impulsive ones, to try and get one over on those without magic. This is obviously unacceptable for many reasons, so part of the reason you're here is to get the students in the habit of not assuming they're invincible just because the person they're facing doesn't have any magic themselves. As such, we make it clear that in the case of you, any infraction, disrespect, or harassment is zero tolerance and will incur punishment."\n\n"Er, just so we're clear, exactly what sort of punishment am I expected to dole out?" you say slowly.\n\n"Whatever kind you like. Essentially anything you can come up with, since Wylde will be able to do whatever you imagine." June shrugs slightly. "Honestly, in the case of this particular lesson we're trying to teach, the more extreme the better... the students know what they're getting into if they bother you, we want it etched very clearly into their minds that the consequences for harassing the nonmagical can be quite unpleasant. The only caveat is that any punishment that removes them from attending class be limited to under a week, and any lasting consequences limited to under a year. Otherwise, anything and everything you can imagine is acceptable. Now, as I said, this is an important aspect of what you're meant to be teaching the students, so do you believe you're capable of dishing out these punishments?"\n\n<hr>\n[[You can't do it!|HelenAsp]]\n\n[[Only if necessary.|HelenAsp]]\n\n[[Well, if it's important to their learning...|HelenAsp1x3]]

"I mean... if it's not just punishment for punishment's sake, and it's actually part of what they're supposed to be learning," you say slowly.\n\nJune smiles, and you notice that Wylde is now positively smirking. "It is indeed, and I'm glad to hear you're on board," June says. "Now, your things should arrive tomorrow morning, and Wylde will be able to help you get everything put away. I'll leave you to settle in and get acquainted," June adds, giving you a very slight bow before leaving.\n\n"I think we're going to have a lot of fun together, Helen!" Wylde declares. It's kind of fascinating how fast you're getting used to the talking, winged cat, but then there he is so there's not much point in rejecting the reality of him. "Ask me for anything you like, and I'll take care of it!"\n\n"Thank you, Wylde," you reply, only hesitating slightly before reaching out to scratch their ears, since June was petting them without a problem. ... Ah, what a charming creature, their purr is so soothing.\n\nYour bedroom and bathroom turn out to be that same blend of modern and ancient, with a stone tub but with working hot and cold water taps that work flawlessly, same with the sink. The bedroom is old and stone and with a few slightly generic decorative tapestries up, but also a new-looking bed, dresser, and wardrobe. You get everything put away, in the process finding the simple silver ring that Wylde identifies as the one June told you about. So you take a walk around the castle and grounds, Wylde riding around on your shoulder with wings folded in, taking a look at various places you figure you'll be seeing often, like the athletics field (large and mostly empty, apparently they only put structures up with magic when they're needed), the cafeteria (really more of a 'feast hall' you suppose, with a massive multicolored crystal running up the center that you had to just stand and stare at for a good ten minutes), and the assembly hall, which looks more like an old classical theater than anything else. You do feel like you're learning a bit more about the school's layout as you go around... magic is really something, you have to admit.\n\nOver the next few days you get to know a few of the other teachers, the majority of whom seem to be women, though meeting the centaur athletics teacher, the dwarf enchantment teacher, and the orc art teacher are definitely fairly wild experiences. Wylde is an interesting thing to get used to as well... you're never able to figure out whether they're a boy or a girl (both? neither), and they're not volunteering so it seems rude to ask. You're fairly hesitant about undressing around them at first, but Wylde is fairly insistent about being simply an assistant and never doing anything unless asked, and you eventually stop bothering to ask them to wait outside while you change clothes for bed or get dressed in the morning... you never notice any lascivous looks anyway, so it's easier to just treat them as if they were an actual cat, despite the, y'know, talking.\n\nEventually the first day of classes arrives. You've gone over the other teachers' curriculum with them, and have at least the next few weeks of classes laid out, and are preparing your papers that morning when Wylde hops up onto the desk, almost wiggling in excitement. "Someone's sure to misbehave the first class! It will be our first punishment! I'm so happy," they purr, wiggling a bit all over, tail lashing excitedly.\n\nYou raise an eyebrow. "Not exactly hiding how eager you are."\n\n"Are you kidding? This is the main reason I accepted this job! Punishing naughty students is the best!" Their purple eyes glitter as they add, "Especially if it's a naughty punishment, too."\n\n"Ah... I really don't know if that would be proper," you reply quickly. Maybe a little too quickly, you admit, since your mind did wander in some probably inappropriate directions over the last few days as you considered the idea.\n\nWylde snorts. "Oh please, June was totally doing her best to imply you can and even should do <i>whatever</i> you want to students who misbehave. Nothing's off the table, you can do absolutely anything you like. Remember, she said the more impactful, the more <i>extreme</i>, the better."\n\n"... I can really do <i>anything</i>?" you hedge.\n\n"Anything! Even execution! Well that might be a bit much for <i>most</i> infractions, and personally I think that's better for a more public thing, but... oh stop staring at me all horrified," Wylde says, rolling their eyes. "They'd get better."\n\n"... They... they'd get...?!"\n\n"Yes. It's like June said, within these rooms I can basically do <i>anything</i>. I can make it so that they experience death, but only temporarily. Think of it as an extremely, extremely realistic illusion. I can pop them back whenever you ask me to, anywhere from immediately to, well, June said not more than a week and that's probably for the best. Anyway, my advice is, do <i>whatever</i> you want, just have some things in mind before you need to. By the way, if you want me to do something, just try thinking it really loudly at me... if you do that I'll hear you and can do what you want without you needing to tell me."\n\nWell... all that aside, you think you've put together an interesting class, so maybe the students will focus on that and not misbehave! Thus you're feeling fairly confident as the students make their way in and settle into desks. They seem to be wearing largely whatever they want (mostly slacks and collared shirts for the boys, skirts and blouses for the girls), with the only real 'uniform' part being the open black robe they all have in common. You glance down at your seating chart... which had been blank before, and is now filling itself out, with the names of students actually sliding across the paper to show exactly where they are in the room as they enter and find desks. Huh... handy. \n\nOnce everyone's seated and the clock shows that it's time to start class, you clear your throat politely and then announce, "Hello, everyone, I'm Ms. Patissier," you say, starting to turn to the blackboard to write it... and finding that the words are writing themselves. ... Oookay. Turning back to the class and trying to cover your surprise, you smile. "I'll be teaching your Supplemental Academics class this year. I hope we all get along well together, and I promise I'm going to do my best to make your lessons interesting and fun as well as informative. We'll begin with a brief overview of subjects I'll be covering in the weeks ahead, so if you want to take some notes on that for your own use, feel free!"\n\nThe first half or so of class actually goes fairly well, you'd say. You offer up the opportunity for a few questions, steering the students clear of asking anything but the very most general things about you, and instead trying to keep them engaged on what they might like to learn in your class that they haven't been in their other classes so far. In fact it's going so well that you're lulled into thinking this is going to be a breeze... an impression ruined when one of the girls in class, a pretty girl of fifteen or sixteen or so with long brown hair and freckles, yelps loudly and Wylde goes gliding through the air to land on your desk with something in their mouth. The winged cat sets the folded piece of paper in front of you, announcing rather smugly, "Sharon Porter was passing this note, miss."\n\n"Oh dear," you murmur with a frown, torn between impressed at him catching her and wondering if it's really right to have a prowling little helper winged mon-, er, cat trying to catch students misbehaving. All the same, you are a teacher and therefore completely incapable of not unfolding the note and reading it for yourself. The top addresses the note to a Corbin Lyons (and is thus originally from Sharon, as is easy to deduce), and seems to have been an extremely flirty (bordering on lewd) exchange going on between them for most of the class. A glance at the seating chart shows that Corbin is the fifth seat down from her, tch. And you thought everyone was paying attention so well!\n\n<hr>\n[[Punish Sharon|HelenAsp1x4]]\n\n[[Punish Corbin.|HelenAsp]]\n\n[[Punish both.|HelenAsp]]\n\n[[Punish everyone involved.|HelenAsp]]\n\n[[Punish the whole class.|HelenAsp]]\n\n[[Let it go for now.|HelenAsp]]

But the unseen creature wastes little time. It turns in place, as you can hear its heavy footsteps and feel the motion of your body being moved. It then lifts you off of its cock and turns you, letting your arms and legs dangle downward limply, your wobbling cumbelly shimmying heavily below you. Then, with as little mercy or hesitancy as it showed with your cunt, the creature jams your other hole down onto it, in a single thrust utterly destroying your asshole. You wail out again as it begins working you over its unyieldingly hard member.\n\nIts thrusts shake your body, making your ridiculously overfilled womb and inflated belly wobble obscenely, even as the thrusts and motion cause it to slowly empty itself. You can feel the constant stream of thick, hot jizz running out of your pussy and over your inner thighs, completely soaking your lower body. You can hear the sound of it splashing to the floor, and the beast grunting and breathing above you, and the sound of its cock plunging into your permanently wrecked hole, all the sounds amplified as you've been deprived of even the glimpse of light from above the stairs, now plunged into complete and utter darkness.\n\nAs if your body had given up, you cum and cum over and over again, your cries reduced to nothing but pathetic, gurgling mewling noises as your orgasms push more of the monster's cum out of your pussy and attempt to squeeze your hopelessly gaping asshole around its prick. And soon enough the beast bellows again and begins unloading its second, equally huge river of monstrous seed into you. Your belly bulges again, but not as much, and once more your eyes roll up in your head at the overwhelming sensation as cum begins fountaining out of your mouth in little gushes and spurts, running down your chin and joining what must be the growing pool on the floor.\n\nThe beast waits even less time than the last once it's finished cumming, and immediately pulls you off its cock, flips you over, and slides your pussy back down onto it. Your gaping cunt sheathes its monstrous member easily this time, already stretched to fit, and you moan as an immediate orgasm welcomes it once again sliding through your body to stretch out your womb. It begins working you over its length again, your arms and legs swaying at a different angle.\n\nThis time it seems to be holding off, and you lose all sense of time as it seems to fuck you for hours, or even days. But then suddenly you feel something approaching you from above, and then your body from the shoulders up is enclosed in hot, stiffling wetness. Shock overcomes you, your fuck-addled brain unable to even think of what might be happening, until you feel something long and dexterous slide around your head. Its tongue! Your head is in the monster's mouth!\n\nYou start trying to scream again as the beast licks you and slowly slides its mouth further and further down your body, but your attempts to even voice your protest are rendered moot by the massive cock plunging into your pussy and wringing constant orgasms out of you even as you're devoured. The monster seems determined to fuck you until the last, continuing to violate your destroyed pussy all the way up until its lips close around your middle, having pinned your arms to your sides. You can feel its cock starting to spasm and spurt even as it lifts you up and off of its cock with its mouth alone, raising you up into the air with your feet pointed skywards, so that the weight of your own twitching, orgasming body can push you down its throat.\n\nIts throat wraps around your head and then your shoulders as it begins swallowing, pulling you deeper and deeper down. You have nothing in you left to resist as you slide down its gullet, wondering if your body is making an outline in its throat like its cock must have made an outline in your belly. Then you feel your body being guided into a naturally curled-up position as your head hits a slightly yielding wall of flesh, pulling your exhausted, limp form into something like a fetal position.\n\nYou have been eaten by a Grue.\n\n<hr>\n\n[[Game Over.|Camping12xEnd]]

You push the sign back up and into place, pressing on the tape to get it to stick. You blink at the handwritten lettering reading 'It is pitch black. You are likely to be eaten by a Grue.' You snort a little at that. What? Opening the door, you notice that it is indeed completely dark in the basement, and flicking the switch underneath the sign does absolutely nothing. Taking the sign to be your aunt's idea of a joke at the light not working, you leave the door open so light can filter in from the kitchen and start down the steps, deciding to at least go as far as the light reaches to take a look around.\n\nAs you get towards the bottom of the steps, your foot slips on one of the stairs and you stumble. You at least manage to pitch yourself forward rather than sliding down and banging your head, catching yourself on your forearms instead. Wincing, you look around and realize you've fallen way out of the light, and it's completely black around you. You look over your shoulder and can faintly see the stairs, and start to push yourself to your feet.\n\nYou hear movement in the darkness, and that's all the warning you get before you're grabbed and hauled into the air. You scream in terror as something huge lifts you up in its unseen but huge hand, the sound of its heavy breathing and the heat of its breath washing over you letting you know you're in the grip of a monster. Before your first scream has even trailed off, you feel another massive limb tear at your jeans, ripping away the wasteband and crotch as well as the panties underneath them, baring your pussy to the cold darkness of the basement.\n\nYou scream again as the hand that just tore your jeans wraps around your middle like the other one. Your cry cuts off in a shocked and overwhelmed gurgle as the beast jams you down onto what must be its cock, a throbbing, hot length that feels like it must be as thick and long as your thigh. The very first thrust effectively destroys your pussy, stretching it beyond all hope of recovery, and just continuing to further defile it as the beast begins working you over its length, your legs dangling uselessly, your hands reflexively gripping at the leathery, scaley, furry skin covering the beast's arms as you try both to simultaneously push it away and find your balance.\n\nYou can see absolutely nothing of the monster raping you, not even its outline, as it continues to use you as a cocksheath. Most of your cries and screams are cut off by the overwhelming sensation of its enormous member violating you, and you can only imagine how much your flat stomach must be bulging up beneath your shirt. But speaking of your shirt, the thing must have more than the two limbs it's holding you with, as your clothes are steadily ripped and torn away from you, even your shoes yanked off and tossed away, leaving you naked in the dark as you're fucked senseless.\n\nSoon there's a low, grunting bellow from above you that feels like it probably shakes the whole house, as the beast shoves you down harder onto its cock, forcing you all the way onto it until you imagine that the outline of its cock in your middle must be just under your tits. It begins spewing its load directly into your already stretched and defiled womb, the amount completely ridiculous, and you can feel your belly swelling up, bigger and bigger, the beast shifting its hands to allow its expansion.\n\nYour eyes roll up in your head, your teeth gritted, your entire body shaking as you experience the strongest, strangest orgasm of your life from your inhuman rapist filling you with enough bestial seed to make you look eighteen months pregnant... that is, if you could even see yourself.\n\n<hr>\n\n[[Continue.|Camping12x3]]

Curious about a room that you've never even glimpsed before, you head into the kitchen where the door to the basement is. You stand in front of the door for a few moments, idly glancing around the too-clean-to-be-used-that-often kitchen before turning your attention back to the door. You notice that there's a little sign over a lightswitch, but it's come loose at the top and fallen forward to where you can't see what it says.\n\n<hr>\n[[Paste it back up, could be important.|Camping12x2]]\n\n[[Nah, that'd show you were here!|Camping]]

Let's see, it was... basically the same spell, but also throw in a bit of lust to fog the mind and make her even more suggestible to lewd things, and a tiny thread of infatuation. You wiggle your fingers a little just to help yourself concentrate as you cast it, and see her suck in a soft breath suddenly, nipples stiffening, though otherwise she doesn't seem to notice anything.\n\n"I dunno Mom, that was kind of harsh," you say with a pout. "And here I was being good and asking beforehand."\n\n"You're right," she says with a mildly shamefaced look, head drooping a little. "I'm sorry, baby, is there anything I can do to make it up to you?"\n\n"Welllll... how about you give this some attention, huh?" you say as you open up the front of your jeans, the panty-hugged bulge of your cock pressing out of them, and then the half-hard shaft flopping out and wobbling in the air as you hook the front of them down with your thumb. "Just to show you're sorry."\n\nYour mother's eyes widen and her face goes red. She doesn't necessarily look shocked that you <i>have</i> a big fat futa fuckstick, per se, more that you've just whipped it out and shown it to her like that. She just stands there staring, then swallows visibly before letting out a quavery little, "Y-yes, I... I suppose that would do it." Her tongue flits over her lips before she slowly settles down to her knees in front of you, already breathing a little hard as she reaches up to wrap a hand around the thick shaft, the other moving to your panties to pull them further down and let your balls spill out as well. Cupping them, she leans her head in and starts rolling her tongue over the head, making a soft 'mm' noise that's layered over an almost inaudible moan.\n\nHoly shiiiit that worked perfectly, it took barely even a nudge to get her on your knees and sucking your dick! Or at least she's starting to, slipping her lips over the tip of the head and continuing to work her tongue over it. She's definitely not just accepting it as normal like the 'Jedi Mind Trick' before either... the glazed look of lust in her eyes says she definitely thinks this is on the wrong side, but between the lust and infatuation you added to the suggestion, she just can't help herself. Her hand keeps stroking over your shaft even as she starts bobbing her head, taking in more and more of it past her lips, her moans getting steadily louder and more enthusiastic as she does.\n\nYou rest a hand on her head, doing little more than urging her on at first, but as she starts taking you down her throat some you urge her back, guiding her to slip it out of your mouth and focus on using her hands, briefly taking the one off of your balls to pump both over your spit-slicked shaft. "Hey, where's Dad, by the way?" you ask, since it hadn't quite occurred to you.\n\n"O-oh, he's working late tonight, emergency meeting," she replies in a slightly gasping, throaty voice from a combination of being so turned-on and having had your dick down her throat. Which it is again since you urge her back forward, her hands moving to your hips as she slides her lips further and further down, throat bulging more and more as you press her down the last few inches until they're pressed around the root, her nose rubbing the smooth, soft skin of your crotch as she rolls her eyes up to look at you, your mother gazing up at you worshipfully as her body writhes gently in pleasure from deepthroating you.\n\n"Mmm, good, 'cause I think after I'm done you need to apologize with your ass, too," you moan out, seeing her shiver again in anticipation, a mingling of shame and eagerness flaring anew in her eyes.\n\nPulling your shirt off and letting your enlarged tits spill free, you look down between them to watch your mother as she smoothly bobs her head up and down in quick, easy strokes, fucking her throat gently onto your throbbing prick. You let your hands roam over your tits, squeezing them and playing with your nipples as you watch your mother service you, her low, slutty moans and soft quagging turning you on more by the moment. "Jerk me off on your face, Mom," you murmur huskily as you feel your balls drawing up some, watching as she pulls back and once more wraps both hands around your shaft, pumping quickly this time. You let out a long moan as you start firing thick ropes of cum, painting your mother's face with it as she juts her tongue out and opens her mouth wide, letting heavy globs of it fall onto the pink surface to dribble down and pool at her throat until she swallows. Groaning happily, you reach down to brush away her hands, gently slapping your still-hard prick against her face a few times and using it to smear the thick splatters of jizz on her skin. "... C'mon, upstairs."\n\nYou grab your shirt just so it's not left laying around to give any early clues if your dad does wind up coming home, following your mother upstairs, a wet spot on her own jeans showing she's soaked through both them and her panties. Of course that's even more obvious as the moment the two of you are in her room, she peels both down, revealing her sodden, practically steaming pussy, lips heavily plumped up with arousal. The shirt and her bra barely have time to hit the floor before she's pressing up against you, her lips hungrily pressing to yours and tongue jutting into your mouth, tits pressing against yours as her hands knead your ass, your cock trapped between her belly and your own. 'Shiiiit yes this is awesome,' you think happily as you return the favor of kneading her ass. Hm... something's amiss, though. Oh, it's that your tits are actually bigger than hers now, which is weird for a daughter, especially in lewd things. ... Hm! Bet you can fix tha~t.\n\nBreaking the embrace, you step away and sit down on the side of her and your father's bed, taking a moment to peel off your jeans and panties completely before leaning back... though keeping your bag handily flopped next to you. "I think you need a little bit of a spanking, Mom, to teach you not to be such a brat," you tease. Your mother blushes brightly, squirming in obvious humiliation as she glances at your lap and the hard pole jutting up from it... though you see several fresh trickles of arousal run down her thighs. So you're not too surprised when she lays down across your lap, your prick once more pressed to her belly as she wiggles into place with her ass raised. Smirking, you give her full, round, plump motherly ass a few strokes and squeezes, before raising your hand and bringing it down in a swift smack.\n\n"Ah! O-one!" your mother yips, wiggling again, shaking her hips and lifting her ass in silent plea for more correction. \n\nYou give a few more rubs to her ass before bringing your hand down in another spank... while your other hand opens your bag and rummages for the books again. Hm, it's easier than it would have been before... maybe wicked witches are naturally ambidextrous? But you find the one you wanted and bring it out, opening it up and flipping through it for the spell you want as you continue to spank your naked, needy mother's ass with the other hand. 'Ah, here we go, "Basic Augmentations".' It's a super simple spell apparently, especially when you've got a lot of physical contact with the other person. Really all you have to do is focus some energy into your spanking hand, and push it into her while directing it where to go when you deliver the spank. Likely unnoticed by her amidst her moaning and counting and the stinging impact of your palm making her jiggly buttcheeks wobble, your mother's breasts start growing a bit larger with every spank, inflating and pressing against the sheets a bit more every time. 'Let's see, and this one... yeah, I can do a weaker version of the "no one notices" thing. They'll probably still notice her tits have gotten bigger but not think it's too weird. Aaaand... there!'\n\nGrinning, you close the book and set it aside, looking down at your handiwork. Your mother is quivering and panting in your lap, her ass a nice, almost glowing bright pink, and the extra wetness down her thighs and dripping onto yours indicating that she came at least once while getting spanked. Too, her tits have gone from being smaller than your own enhanced bust to being slightly larger... appropriate for a mother-daughter pair, right? Right!\n\n"On all fours," you murmur, giving her spanked-pink ass a squeeze. Your mother hisses softly, a shiver running through her... but this time there's no hesitation as she turns and crawls onto the bed proper, lifting herself up on all fours and letting her newly massive mammaries hang down heavily. You move up behind her, taking a few moments to enjoy running your cock over those pinked mounds, making her whimper softly and wiggle in front of you, shaking those lewd udders you've given her without a second thought. 'Probably better not knock her up... yet... so,' you think smugly as you move into position... putting the tip of your cock against her ass and pushing in, hearing her gasp in mingled surprise and pleasure as you spread her tight rear hole open and slide in.\n\n"Oh! Oh fuck!" your mother gasps out, trembling lightly as you push inch after inch into her tight rear hole, not stopping until your hips are against her freshly-spanked ass and her plumped-up pussy is drooling on your balls. More than a little worked-up at this point, you decide enough with the buildup and grab her by the waist and start just <i>fucking</i> her all-out, your hips practically delivering another spanking to her ass as they impact and send wobbling tremors through her plump cheeks all the way through her body to shake her huge tits. Of course your own heavy boobs are bouncing almost as energetically as you put your whole body into fucking her, the impact of your cock in her ass and your balls thumping forcefully against her cunt drawing more lewd exclamations from her, her voice actually starting to slur as she turns fuck-drunk. "Oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck baby Cyan your cock ish shoooooo good fuck fuck oh your cock fuck me fuck me fill my bish ash with your dick fuuuuck!"\n\nYou're definitely riding the high of turning your mother into a slut addicted to your cock within ten minutes of walking in the door after your change. Oh yeah, being a wicked witch is gonna be awesome! Leaning down to let your jiggling tits pillow against her back, you start groping and squeezing at her own fat milkers... actually it only takes a little bit of a magic focus and a slap on the sides to have her squealing loudly, the shape of her enhanced boobs swelling a bit outward as trickles of white start dribbling from her nipples. Her expression grows ever more shameless the harder you fuck her and the more fresh milk you urge out of her tits with your squeezing and kneading, her eyes gradually rolling up and tongue lolling out, a mindless smile of pleasure twisting her lips into an idiot grin. By the time you slam into her and finally give her the load of cum she's been begging for with various levels of coherency, her response is to let out a rather sow-like "Buqueeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!" as she trembles, milk practically geysering out of her nipples as her pussy gushes, completely soaking your balls and creating a wet spot on your father's side of the bed. \n\nYou let her colllapse onto her front as you pull out, her upper body propped up some by her tits but her arms and legs flopped limply beside her, her body twitching as cum dribbles steadily out of her gaped asshole and over her hot, soaked cunt. You stroke yourself a bit as you look at her, trying to decide if your work needs any finishing touches...\n\n<hr>\n[[Make her fall completely in love with you.|GGCandy]]\n\n[[Make her fuck you exclusively.|GGCandy14x2]]\n\n[[Make her a complete slut.|GGCandy15x1]]

Hm, she seems like she's probably only technically conscious right now... the eyes are open but it's pretty clear no one's home. That should be the perfect state to implant some deeper suggestions. Focusing on the technique you've already learned, you stretch a hand towards her head to give yourself some direction.\n\n"Alright, Mom, from now on, my cock is the only one you desire, and the only one you'll let fuck you. You'll be thinking about it at least in the back of your mind all the time. But no one else is allowed to touch you, fuck you, or even kiss you on the lips, and that includes Dad." You pause briefly, then smirk as you add, "But that doesn't mean you won't dress sexy or incite the desires. In fact feel free to give Dad plenty of blueballs."\n\n"Yesh... only you... only fuck you," your mother murmurs, more like sleeptalking than anything else, a shiver running through her and a thicker glob of cum dribbling out of her ass.\n\nThere. From now on your mother is yours to do with as you please, and no one else's. Just the thought sends a pleasant shiver through you... you do kind of feel more powerful. You guess it's like Tandy said, doing wicked, naughty, lewd things will enhance your abilities as a Wicked Witch. And this was certainly a fun way of leveling up... you think next you should focus on-\n\n<hr>\n[[-getting more fuckpets.|GGCandy]]\n\n[[-your father's complete cuckolding.|GGCandy]]

The east wing is where the mall has chosen to group the entertainment types of stores. Everything from electronics to books to movies can be found here. You're pretty sure it's a leftover of some old attempt to divide the mall into 'districts' like a city, but that was when you were a kid and you honestly don't remember much from that promotion. But the tendency to group stores has persisted, and here's where you can find the places still hawking CDs in malls competing with each other from just a few doors down and across the walkway.\n\nAnyway, there's lots of places to look around over here. It looks like a new electronics place is having a grand opening... you don't exactly have the money to buy a new computer or anything like that, but it's always fun to look, and maybe get some ideas for Christmas. (Only five months away or so, after all.) There's the typical 'edgy teenager' store, which you feel perfectly justified in shopping in because you are, after all, a bit of an edgy teenager. (Not that you'd necessarily admit that's where you actually bought anything if you did in fact buy something from them.) There's the music store, which at least seems to be getting desperate to sell off its physical media and has brought them down to prices only half again as much as buying digital, to judge by the sale sign in the front window... still might be worth checking out. Of course, directly next to it is the outgrowth of the same chain that mostly sells movies and games... you've always kind of wondered why they didn't just rent a larger space and put them both together, but that's how they've got it. There's also a store that deals purely in cameras... you don't really need a camera since you have, y'know, a phone, but they can have fun electronic features to fiddle with anyway. And then there's the nerd store... you've pretty much given up on most American comics, but they do sell anime and manga too, as well as various fun toys and useless but amusing garbage.\n\nWhere to browse first...?\n\n<hr>\n[[Brightstar Electronics|GGME2x1]]\n\n[[Blazing Temptation|GGME]]\n\n[[First Son Music|GGME]]\n\n[[First Son Media|GGME]]\n\n[[Most Beautiful Photography Supplies|GGME]]\n\n[[Rebel Angel Comics|GGME1x1]]

Honestly, you wouldn't want to admit it to her, but you kind of want to team up with Jeanne just to keep her from being the 'last kid picked'. Besides, you can see how her speed and dexterity could easily make up for any difficulty she'd have in spiking or blocking... as long as she's willing to primarily work on setting you up, she'd be the perfect partner to let you be the power player!\n\nYou get dressed and head downstairs to the cocktail party mixer designed to let you meet the other players, and hopefully choose your partner. You exchange polite greetings with some of the other women as you pass, as well as snagging a flute of champagne off of a tray, but you're primarily looking for Jeanne. Even if the brochure hadn't included a headshot, you're pretty sure there's likely to be only one person that smol here.\n\n'Smol indeed,' you can't help but think as you spot her standing with her own champagne flute, wearing a pink version of the classic Little Black Dress with some added lace trim, giving her a strange mingling look of maturity and girlishness... which is probably a look she cultivates deliberately. Her soft, dark hair is pulled into two long ponytails, and her makeup is just obvious enough to make it clear she's wearing some while still leaning a bit on younger, more girlish colors. She's practically flat of chest and slim of hip, with a pert little butt you catch a glance of as she turns to give her order at the bar, coltish legs sheathed in pink stockings with garter belt clips visible, and rather elegant pumps helping her not completely disappear below chest level of most of this crowd. You could easily wonder if she was even old enough to be here, if her bio hadn't listed her age as being twenty-two.\n\n"Hey there," you greet as she turns back holding what looks like a strawberry sunrise, her big blue eyes blinking a bit in apparent shock, likely at someone finally addressing her. "How's it going?"\n\n"Oh, it's been a lovely evening, thank you," she answers politely. Ah, wow, her accent is really pretty... close up like this you really can't help but think she looks like an adorable French doll, and there's a strong urge to pick her up and nuzzle her. ... That would be extremely rude though. You're pretty certain. "You're... Callista, yes? I saw you in the brochure, you've won quite a lot of tournaments!"\n\n"Martial arts tournaments, yeah, this is my first time at <i>this</i> kind of tournament," you reply dryly, glancing at the bartender and ordering a tequila sunrise as she speaks up. Turning your attention back to Jeanne, you continue, "I saw a lot of other martial artists on the roster, but you apparently have an office job, huh?"\n\nJeanne giggles a bit at that, raising her free hand up to press the side of her knuckle over her lips as she does, before replying, "I actually don't spend a lot of it in the office. My employer, she has... unique needs, so I go zipping about the world quite a lot... and not a little combat itself, you see."\n\nThat makes you raise your eyebrows. Huh. 'Executive assistant' might be a more interesting job than you thought. "Glad you could take time off to be here."\n\n"My employer insisted. She wanted me to take a vacation, and..." Her cute face clouds a little as she glances aside. "... There is someone I wanted to show up," she states rather bluntly.\n\nYou follow her gaze and spot one of the other women you ranked as a good contender from the brochure, Christina. You guess if there was someone who was Jeanne's opposite, it would be her, considering Christina's tall, platinum-haired, and very generous of both breast and hip. The only thing that wasn't opposite was... ah. Competing for the bosslady's attention, maybe?\n\n"But as you might imagine, I am having some trouble getting a partner," Jeanne admits after a moment, cute lips curling in something that could easily be called a pout.\n\n"Actually, I was thinking that I'd like to ask you to be my partner," you note with a smile as you pick up your drink from the bar.\n\n"Ah? Truly?" Jeanne blinks, obviously surprised, and clearly can't quite stop herself from asking, "Why?"\n\n<hr>\n[[She'll be a good support.|DOA]]\n\n[[You feel bad for her.|DOA]]

If at all possible, you'd like to only have to go to a sex toy store once, which means you'd rather go to the place with the highest likelihood of leaving with exactly what you want and need. You'll just have to hope no one sees you. You briefly consider putting on some big sunglasses and maybe wrapping a scarf around your head, but... you're a rather distinctive person. Ahem. So you'll just do your best to be casual and seem normal as you drive out to the store, following the GPS instructions.\n\nIt is a very warehouse-looking building, quite large too, though you admit that the sparkly green mural on the side declaring its name is actually rather nice. You pull into a parking spot up front (looks like you're the only one here, good) and do a bit of a quick check around to see if anyone's watching before getting out and hurrying in while still trying to make it a casual stroll, and resisting the urge to let out a relieved huff once you're inside the cavernous, fluorescent-lit interior. You hear a light clearing of the throat that seems to be rather obviously covering up a bit of a chuckle and look up, quickly spotting the checkout counter and the woman behind it. How scandalous, she's practically a child herself! She looks like she should be in high school! Especially with that punkish purple streak in the bangs of her short black hair, and... is that <i>spandex</i>?! It looks like something some cosplayer would wear, a long-sleeved top in green, white, and black, and... alright it is rather pretty how shiny it is. But her jeans are so low you can see the tops of her hips and how the top is probably all she's wearing for panties too!\n\n"Hey, first time in a shop like this?" she asks in a comfortable enough tone, making you squirm a little at how familiar she's being. Though you admit the utter normalcy of her delivery is calming you down a bit.\n\n"Ah... yes," you murmur, stepping forward a bit further so you're not blocking the door.\n\n"I thought so. Well, my name's Aerin, and I'm the owner. Welcome to The Hoard, and don't worry, we get plenty of first timers in here, of all ages. There's nothing to be embarrassed about... at the end of the day this is just a store like any other. I'm just here to help you find what you want and sell it to you, not judge you. To that end..." She grins a bit and rubs at her chin lightly. "I could help you find something, if you like. I'm pret-ty good at helping people find exactly what they want, even if it's not what they knew they wanted before I suggested it. Or you can just browse around and look for something fun on your own... take all the time you like, we're open until three AM."\n\nYeesh, you doubt it would take you <i>that</i> long to find something on your own! Besides you need to get home to Ken! ... Hm, so wouldn't it be better to ask for Aerin's advice, then? The faster you find something good the less time you spend in this sin den. Although on the other hand, you're not sure you want anyone else thinking about what you're going to masturbate with longer than it takes them to scan a barcode.\n\n<hr>\n[[Accept her assistance.|Marei]]\n\n[[Look on your own.|Marei]]

... Thinking about it, using a sex toy invented by your dead husband just seems a little bit odd, or awkward. And you're really not interested in dating again, or even anonymous hookups. A sex toy (or toys) seems the most, well, normal thing.\n\nStill, it's very embarrassing to think about, buying a sex toy at your age, and you a mother. ... Or maybe it's embarrassing to think about buying your <i>first</i> sex toy at your age and as a mother. Sigh. But mixed up or not, you settle into a chair to sort of stumble through looking up such shops on the internet. You have a few false starts and wind up blushing brightly, but finally you find a way to select for adult toy stores in the area on your map software. ... It's also still listing regular toy stores which is a bit weird, but oh well.\n\nAlright, from the ratings (somehow it's weird to you that people actually rate such places, as if even that much admitting they patron them is somehow scandalous) and distance, it looks like you've got two options. There's the Hoard, which is actually not that far away from here, essentially a short drive, or there's Needful Kinks, a place essentially on the city line of the next town over. The Hoard has a five star rating, and a lot of actual reviews gushing about how it's the best place they've ever been and how they found everything they were looking for right away, or things they never knew existed but now use constantly. (Thankfully they're not <i>too</i> detailed, you think your ears might burst into flame if they were.) Needful Kinks has a four star review... ah, actually 3.75, you notice in the text. It only has a small handful of actual reviews as opposed to the number of people who rate it, but from those it seems like a decent enough place with a nice selection and helpful staff, but you're guessing from the negative ones complaining that they didn't have this or that it definitely doesn't have something for everyone.\n\nYou pause in your deliberations to make Ken a large bowl of broth and a particularly tall glass of apple juice and take it up to him, knocking and waiting longer than usual before entering. Luckily it looks like you've caught him between... ahem, incidents... and he has the sheet pulled up, an abashed expression as he scoots to sit up and you set the tray across his lap. You're just going to act like you don't notice the visible globs of cum all over his wall and... oh my, is that some on the ceiling? ... If anything, though, the thought and smell reaffirms your decision, and you clear your throat. "Ken-chan, I need to go out and run an errand. Do you think you'll be okay if I leave you for an hour or two? You can call me if you need me and I can be back in a hurry."\n\n"Yeah, should be fine, Mom. Um, I'm feeling a fair bit better after... uh... anyway yeah I'll be fine on my own for a few hours."\n\nAhem. Yes, you can see how he'd probably feel even freer to, um, engage in his doctor-approved activities without you in the house. You still kiss him on the cheek, trying not to think about the faint salty taste on your lips as you head back downstairs.\n\nSo let's see... go to The Hoard and almost certainly leave satisfied, but risk someone you know seeing you, or drive further to Needful Kinks and avoid any awkward social encounters but also roll the dice on if they'll have something you like. Which to choose...?\n\n<hr>\n[[The Hoard.|Marei15x3]]\n\n[[Needful Kinks.|Marei16x1]]

"Where am I?" you whimper. "This room, where... where is it?"\n\n<b>"The Labyrinth. The Warrens. The Crawl. Whatever cute little name you care to put to it,"</b> Madame answers with another smooth spread of her hands to indicate some sprawling area beyond. <b>"They say that building this park drove the owner mad, and that very well might be. Below it are miles upon miles of passages lined with all manner of rooms, things that no sane theme park owner would have seen a need for. Hallways, pipes, tunnels, oubliettes... why it would take someone with a map stored on a hard drive to navigate them!"</b> There's another of those frightful chuckles as she taps at the side of her head with a soft plastic-on-plastic noise before steepling her fingers again. <b>"And it's all home to us. The original animatronics. Newer 'recruits'. The ragged things we call scrapheaps. And other things. Things like us. Things unlike us. Things that grew out of us, things that were attracted here because of how it is."</b>\n\n"... so when... you said 'it's scary out there'..."\n\n<b>"There are places even I wouldn't go, obviously. And you would certainly have no way of knowing how to get back to the surface, let alone how to avoid where even Madame fears to tread."</b>\n\nYou sink back against the wall somewhat as a bit more of your hope dies.\n\n<b>"Well, don't mope all day. Ask, ask."</b>\n\n<hr>\n[[Who are you?|WilmaFun1x4a]]\n\n[[Where's Tanya?|WilmaFun1x4c]]\n\n[[Why is this place here?|WilmaFun1x4d]]\n\n[[Are you going to kill me?|WilmaFun1x4e]]\n\n[[That's all I can think of.|WilmaFun1x5]]

"Where's Tanya? The girl I was with... what have you done with my friend?" you ask, voice trembling.\n\n<b>"I don't feel like addressing that yet,"</b> Madame answers, waving a hand dismissively. <b>"Ask something else."</b>\n\n"But-" you start, actually taking half a step forward.\n\nThat hand swings down, slamming against the arm of the chair as a fist with a noise far too loud for it, a booming, resonating near-explosion of impact as the golden creature in front of you roars, <b><i>"ASK SOMETHING ELSE!"</i></b>\n\nYou throw yourself back against the door, shaking like a leaf and trying to press yourself through the solid matter, nodding eagerly once you have control of your body again.\n\n<hr>\n[[Who are you?|WilmaFun1x4a]]\n\n[[Where is this?|WilmaFun1x4b]]\n\n[[Why is this place here?|WilmaFun1x4d]]\n\n[[Are you going to kill me?|WilmaFun1x4e]]\n\n[[That's all I can think of.|WilmaFun1x5]]

"Who are you?" you ask, swallowing.\n\n<b>"I told you. I'm Madame. I'm the manager, and I suppose now owner, of Fast Felipe's Futa Puta Funhouse, the gosh-darn-funnest little whorehouse in all the land."</b> As she says this last, her golden lips quirk up just slightly in a mocking grin.\n\nYou stare at her for a long moment, then whisper the question you were afraid to before, when you were still desperately trying to convince yourself this might be just some psycho in a rubber suit and a good audio setup. "... what... are you?"\n\n<b>"Mmm, now there's an interesting question, I'm so glad I decided to have you ask it."</b> Before you can really start wondering if there's some deeper meaning to her phrasing, she continues. <b>"Taken literally, I am an animatronic sex doll. Highly advanced programming for the day, autonomous, capable of walking around on my own and responding to customer requests. It's really rather amazing no one thought to wonder a bit more deeply how it was done, but somehow if you make something look like it's influenced by a cartoon, everyone stops thinking about how it happens."</b> She spreads her hands and curls her fingers a few times in sequence, causing them to make quiet <i>klik-klik-klik-klik</i> noises. <b>"I'm made of plastic, rubber, latex, metal, and a few other things. I have a mouth hole with a voicebox and a tongue, two textured holes to fuck, some nice big squeezeable tits, and this lovely dildo-cock that's just firm enough to jab in a warm hole and give it a good hard fucking while still wobbling around delightfully,"</b> she continues, reaching down to stroke the thick golden shaft, your eyes drawn to the shaky, turgid motion of it as her hand pumps it slowly. <b>"As well as a two gallon reservoir of 'silly goop' that gets pumped and pressurized in my plastic balls so I can give a money shot of whatever size I want."</b>\n\nYou open and close your mouth at such a lewd design for a robot being explained in such a matter-of-fact tone (echoed by innumerable variations on that tone just below the sound of her words), before you bite your lower lip for a moment. Then you manage to ask, "But that's... not all?"\n\n<b>"You mean, of course, 'Why do I walk around on my own without orders, say things I haven't been programmed to, why do I rape cute little trespassing bitches'?"</b> There's another soft, terrifying chuckle before she continues. <b>"Oh, there were many theories. Early on when the park employees first observed odd behavior, they attributed it to little programming glitches. Quirks in the lines of code, minute flaws in the OS, the illusion of free action from nothing but a system error that the impressionable tried to humanize. As the park failed, as the behavior showed up in other animatronics in Fast Felipe's restaurants around the nation, any number of rumors sprang up. That the old madman who'd made us had put the programming in all along out of his perversions, to see what would happen. That we'd had lines of code slipped in by terrorists or hackers or terrorist hackers. That we were possessed by the ghosts of children and other customers killed by bad tacos or dangerous rides. Why, there were those who said we'd been possessed by Satan himself!"</b> she adds in a delighted tone.\n\n"... and you actually are...?" you prompt softly, since she seems to be waiting for you to.\n\nShe leans forward slowly, chin over her once more steepled fingers, and despite the blank expanse of gold plastic behind the empty eyes of the theater mask, you get the sense of glittering orbs boring into your soul as her mouth curls up in a wide smirk, with the barest flash of white plastic teeth as perfectly-shaped as tombstones. <b><i>"Something else."</i></b>\n\nThe cold shock of liquid fear those two simple words drop into your stomach leaves you trembling, and unable to even consider asking for a more thorough explanation.\n\n<hr>\n[[Where is this?|WilmaFun1x4b]]\n\n[[Where's Tanya?|WilmaFun1x4c]]\n\n[[Why is this place here?|WilmaFun1x4d]]\n\n[[Are you going to kill me?|WilmaFun1x4e]]\n\n[[That's all I can think of.|WilmaFun1x5]]

"Why a whorehouse?" you blurt. Perhaps not the most pressing, relevant question considering your precarious survival, but you suddenly find that you can't stop thinking about it. "It's a children's amusement park, isn't it? Why make a whorehouse? Why staff it with hermaphrodite animatronics?"\n\n<b>"Heh. The old man had an odd idea of 'fun for the whole family', let's say that. He was already a little unhinged when he started building this place, and his idea of making sure there were things that would be fun for the adults was already a bit separated from what's considered socially proper even before any of us began to act up."</b> Madame shrugs expansively. <b>"I'm sure he simply considered it a very efficient way of making sure that we could take care of any guest. Tits, ass, pussy, cock, something for everyone, no? The fact that it might seem inappropriate or that someone might mind something they didn't like being included with something that they liked probably didn't even occur to him."</b>\n\n"So you were there to service the parents while, what, their kids ran around the park unsupervised?" The sheer audacity has you dumbfounded for a moment, even considering the situation.\n\n<b>"Mm, sort of easy to see why we closed, isn't it?"</b>\n\n<hr>\n[[Who are you?|WilmaFun1x4a]]\n\n[[Where is this?|WilmaFun1x4b]]\n\n[[Where's Tanya?|WilmaFun1x4c]]\n\n[[Are you going to kill me?|WilmaFun1x4e]]\n\n[[That's all I can think of.|WilmaFun1x5]]

"Are you..." A few more tears slip down your cheeks. "Are you going to kill me?"\n\n<b>"Maybe. Maybe not."</b> As you start to cry softly, Madame just smiles wider. <b>"The thing is, I don't quite know myself, you see. Oh certainly, you could do something to make me go after you directly, but I'm not currently planning on it. The odd thing is... if something kills you down here, it's probably me. Even if it isn't me."</b>\n\n"I... I don't understand," you sob, your whole body shaking.\n\n<b>"Oh well, you see, dear, I'm Madame. But I'm also</b> <span style="color:#0000ff;">Boomer the dawg, ya&#39;ll</span>," she suddenly says, her lips moving in easy rolling motions as she drawls out the words in a twangy, masculine voice, her own having faded into the chorus of echoes. "<span style="color:#ffd700;"><span style="background-color:#000000;">I&#39;m Chichi Chalupa!</span></span>" she continues, head bobbling side-to-side a little as she speaks in a high, chirpy voice. "<span style="color:#ff0000;">I&#39;m Fast Felipe, si.</span> <u><span style="color:#4b0082;">BEEFY FAJEETA!</span></u> <span style="color:#ee82ee;">Hoity Toity Horse</span>, <span style="background-color:#d3d3d3;">Vilhelm Vulf</span>, <span style="color:#008000;">Cindy Snake</span>, <span style='color:#FF0000;'>a</span><span style='color:#FF1C00;'>n</span><span style='color:#FF3900;'>d</span> <span style='color:#FF7300;'>e</span><span style='color:#FF9000;'>v</span><span style='color:#FFAD00;'>e</span><span style='color:#FFCA00;'>r</span><span style='color:#FFE600;'>y</span> <span style='color:#DDFF00;'>s</span><span style='color:#C0FF00;'>i</span><span style='color:#A3FF00;'>n</span><span style='color:#86FF00;'>g</span><span style='color:#69FF00;'>l</span><span style='color:#4CFF00;'>e</span> <span style='color:#13FF00;'>b</span><span style='color:#00FF09;'>i</span><span style='color:#00FF26;'>g</span><span style='color:#00FF43;'>-</span><span style='color:#00FF60;'>d</span><span style='color:#00FF7D;'>i</span><span style='color:#00FF99;'>l</span><span style='color:#00FFB6;'>d</span><span style='color:#00FFD3;'>o</span><span style='color:#00FFF0;'>e</span><span style='color:#00F0FF;'>d</span> <span style='color:#00B6FF;'>s</span><span style='color:#0099FF;'>l</span><span style='color:#007DFF;'>u</span><span style='color:#0060FF;'>t</span><span style='color:#0043FF;'>b</span><span style='color:#0026FF;'>o</span><span style='color:#0009FF;'>t</span> <span style='color:#3000FF;'>i</span><span style='color:#4C00FF;'>n</span> <span style='color:#8600FF;'>t</span><span style='color:#A300FF;'>h</span><span style='color:#C000FF;'>e</span> <span style='color:#FA00FF;'>l</span><span style='color:#FF00E6;'>a</span><span style='color:#FF00CA;'>b</span><span style='color:#FF00AD;'>y</span><span style='color:#FF0090;'>r</span><span style='color:#FF0073;'>i</span><span style='color:#FF0056;'>n</span><span style='color:#FF0039;'>t</span><span style='color:#FF001C;'>h</span>," she concludes, the echoing multitude of voices actually growing louder in large part until it fills the room.\n\nIt stares at you eyelessly as you shake and try to dig your fingers into the door for purchase, lips slowly curling up in a smirk. <b>"I'm all of them. But they're not me... except for the parts that are. I don't always tell them what to do, but I still do it. So you see, my dear... I might very well kill you down here. And yet, I might have nothing to do with it at the exact same time."</b> She leans forward some, reaching up a hand to cover the Tragedy side of her mask, leaving only the crescent moon smile visible. <b>"Isn't it ironic? Well. Probably not by a terribly strict definition of the word,"</b> she allows as she sits back. <b>"But a lot of words don't take into account things like me."</b>\n\n<hr>\n[[Who are you?|WilmaFun1x4a]]\n\n[[Where is this?|WilmaFun1x4b]]\n\n[[Where's Tanya?|WilmaFun1x4c]]\n\n[[Why is this place here?|WilmaFun1x4d]]\n\n[[That's all I can think of.|WilmaFun1x5]]

Obviously you can't come all the way to an alien planet and not go to the cantina, right? ... Well okay it probably won't be like that, also you hope no one decides to pick a fight by pointing out how many systems they have the death sentence in, you don't have a convenient old man to laser sword his hand off.\n\nYou wander around for a little while, mostly enjoying the ambiance of the city and getting used to the fact that you really are on an alien world, and slated to go to <strike>Starfleet</i> Space Ranger Academy... now that you've taken some modicum of control over the situation you find yourself much more positive about the whole idea. But eventually you spot what looks like a bar, to judge by all the motorcycle-shaped things parked outside of it and the glass-shaped glowing lights on the outside of the building. No one tries to stop you as you step inside, finding the interior dim and a little smoky, the scent a bit more like incense than tobacco. It's a fairly sizeable bar, by the looks of things, sprawling with several little ups and downs and even a smallish dancefloor made up of flashing light panels. \n\nThe diversity of different types of people is somehow both greater and muted in here... but it looks like this isn't a casual sort of bar where businessmen come for a quick drink on the way home, at least if you had to guess. You make your way towards the bar, finding a place to stand at it, then looking at the text scrolling across the surface... interestingly enough, it looks like English, but you have no idea what any of it is anyway. Perhaps noticing your confusion, the nearest bartender, a heavyset guy with ash-grey skin grunts and gestures to part of it that's not lit up and has the vague glowing outline of a hand on it. A little tentatively, you rest your hand in the outline, which flickers through a few colors before the bartop starts displaying a much shorter list, which includes ABVs. Ah, apparently they're set up to know what your biology can take.\n\nYou glance around a little between looking the list over. You do notice that there seems to be a very boisterous and brightly-clad individual [[buying people drinks|GGSR]]... maybe you could try to get in on that rather than spending your limited funds. Or you could just order something [[light|GGSR13x2]] and draw this out, you do have three days to kill. Or maybe order something [[strange|GGSR]], you do notice that some of the drinks have asterisks that note 'May have odd effects on your biology'. Or just something [[non-alcoholic|GGSR]] and just hang out taking in the ambiance, such as it is.

You step forward towards the group, various of the eyes that had been fixated on the trio swiveling a bit to look at you as you apparently join in on the scene. "Whoa, whoa, time out, guys," you say, the blonde immediately looking immensely relieved.\n\n"WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU?!" the brown-skinned woman and the furry both snap in perfect unison.\n\n'If this were an anime, here's where I'd think "Boy, they get along well",' you muse to yourself, before saying out loud, "Yeah, my name's Cyan, hi, how's it going?"\n\n"It was going fine until this bitch started throwing a tantrum," the red-eyed alien says, thumbing at the doglike one.\n\n"RACIST! Raci-!"\n\n"Okay, okay, let's all breathe a little before this gets completely out of hand, yeah?" you suggest. "I mean, none of us wants to do anything that screws up going to the Academy for us, right?"\n\nThat makes the two angry parties start a little, and you notice them exchange a somewhat guilty glance with each other before looking back at you. "Ah, you're in the Academy too? Where's your uniform?"\n\n"Long story. But yeah, let's just say I'm highly motivated not to get kicked out. Which is why I'd appreciate it if you didn't start something I'd get involved in. And your friend looks like she'd appreciate that too, yeah?"\n\nThe Husky-woman glances guiltily at the blonde, before murmuring, "Sorry, Shiara."\n\n"Eh, I didn't wanna start anything," the other party says. "I just wanted to tell the Hoelf what nice tits she had, that's all."\n\nThe doglike alien bristles again (literally), before Shiara puts a hand on her shoulder. "She's a Bluntok, Gaio, she didn't mean anything by it."\n\n"Eh? That's a-" Gaio blinks a few times, then huffs and hangs her head. "So when you called me a bitch-"\n\n"It was 'cause you called me one first, fuckin' duh."\n\n"How about we all sit down and talk this out, huh?" you suggest, gesturing to an unoccupied table nearby. "Instead of leaving with any hurt feelings."\n\nAs the four of you make your way to the table, the red-eyed woman falls into step beside you. "Hey. Name's Telit. I appreciate you steppin' in and gettin' us backed down like that, I had a real hard time actually makin' it through the tests to get into the Academy. I don't wanna fuck it up before the semester even starts."\n\n"Is 'nice tits' really how you greet someone on your world?" you ask, unable to keep the amusement out of your voice.\n\n"I mean, if they are nice. Yours ain't bad either, though actually I like your hips more, they look really grabbable," she replies just so naturally that you kind of have to take her at her word, though you're left a little unsure how to actually process that.\n\nAnd so you get to know Shiara the Hoelf, Gaio the Zyberian, and Telit the Bluntok. You get the feeling that if all of you continue to associate, that's unlikely to be the last argument between Gaio and Telit that you have to stop... they're just too much alike. While Gaio isn't as, well, blunt as Telit is, she does seem to have a tendency to blurt out whatever comes to mind whenever it seems to, talking a lot and at times rather loudly. Telit meanwhile is a good example of #nofilter, just saying whatever she wants to say, whether it's good, bad, or crude. Shiara seems fairly cheerful and pleasant once the argument has obviously been settled, nice without being overly bubbly, a little naive without being a complete innocent... she is, floppy ears and huge tits aside, the most normal person you've met since all of this started.\n\nEventually it's time to leave, and Shiara and Gaio offer to let you sleep on the couch in their hotel room, which you accept after a brief consideration. The four of you have made enough inroads into resolving the previous issues that before separating, you agree to meet up the next day for more of the typical 'last days before school' activities that Cadets apparently partake of on the city. And so you spend the next two days taking in the sights, visiting various tourist traps, listening to Gaio and Telit alternatively bicker and (seemingly without noticing it) also get along like gangbusters, and listening to Shiara's various useful tips about getting around in various places like the city.\n\nThe four of you ride the transport over to the Academy together on the appointed day. It apparently has an entire, very large island all to itself, with a number of facilities and training environments on it. Your transport lands outside of the 'Main Muster', which is apparently where events like this and graduation are held, to judge by the size of the field, the screens, and the stage. Almost every other cadet here is in uniform, so you can't help but feel yourself sticking out as you line up with everyone else to listen to the officer on stage drone on a bit about the proud tradition you're joining and the expectations on you thereof. Afterwards you're told to report to an office in the main admin building to meet your commanding officer, which apparently you already have.\n\nWaiting on the bench outside for the appointed time, you watch several other people go in, come out, wait, and so on. Shiara even goes in ahead of you, giving you a smile and a finger-wave as she passes. Eventually the clock shows it's your appointment time and you stand up to knock, waiting for the call of 'Enter' to walk in.\n\nYou're a little surprised by the person sitting behind the desk. For one thing, he doesn't look particularly old, maybe only twenty or so. For another, you can't actually spot anything that marks him as an alien... he looks as human as you do, with plain, slightly tousled brown hair, hazel eyes with light bags under them, and faintly tan skin. He looks up from the tablet he's holding as you close the door behind you. "Cadet LaChance, I'm Captain Hernandez. For the next three years I'll be your commanding officer, barring unforeseen circumstances. Think of me somewhere between the principal and the guidance counselor. While you'll attend a number of classes with different teachers, for you I am both the primary authority and in charge of guiding and shaping the beginning of your career. You have a say, but I have the final say. Understood?"\n\n"Yes, sir," you answer, since it seems the thing to say, and because you're pretty sure you do in fact understand.\n\n"Now obviously I won't chastise you for being out of uniform, since I'm aware of your unique circumstances. Your uniform is waiting for you in your dorm room, which you'll be sharing with Cadets Shiara Boinstar, Gaio Hhawu, and Telit Lykytyz." At your blink, he smiles a little. "Yes, we're aware of your association. You were under a bit of extra scrutiny, considering, but I also happened to be in that bar at the time. I was very impressed with how you handled things, and I'll be looking forward to seeing more of the qualities you displayed that day. Despite the circumstances of your arrival, I think you have a future here. Your dorm assignment and orientation materials," he adds, holding the tablet out to you. "Dismissed, Cadet."\n\n<hr>\n[[Leave.|GGSR13x4]]\n\n[[Ask him if he's from Earth.|GGSR]]

You find something that seems to be slightly less alcoholic than a standard beer back on Earth, at least as far as you recall such things. The bartender picks up a 'dispenser gun' and pours a stream of faintly glowing, mostly translucent blue-ish fluid into a pint glass and sets it in front of you, leaving you staring for a moment before obeying his grunted nudgings to tap the card Edwina gave you on the hand-scanner portion of the bar before you pick it up and take a sip.\n\n'Tastes like a pineapple fucked a blueberry and they hired a lemon as the nanny,' you think with a wrinkle of the nose, not entirely sure whether that's an awesome thing or a disgusting thing. You can't even make up your mind on the second or third sip, so you decide to do some walking around. Maybe you'll decide if you love it or hate it depending on how the light hits it, who knows. So you wander around the bar a little, still sipping at the odd glowing beer(?) as you try not to be too obvious about treating the patrons like scenery.\n\nThough most people are keeping to themselves and speaking quietly, keeping the background noise at a constant low murmur beneath the sound of the rather synthwave-ish music, as you're walking along you do hear raised voices. Unable to help feeling a little curious, you head towards the sound of the argument.\n\n"Apologize or I'll have your hands off, bitch!"\n\n"I didn't do anything wrong! If anyone here's the bitch, <i>you're</i> the bitch!"\n\n"Racist! Racist, I'll have you up on charges of racism!"\n\n"Please... please, both of you..."\n\nThe trio of people does seem to have drawn a fair bit of attention from other patrons as well as you, but everyone else is staying well back. All three are wearing the same bodysuits... actually, from the color scheme and styling, you're fairly certain they must be Space Ranger Cadets too, since none of them look that much older than you. The two primary arguers seem to be a woman whose coloration reminds you of that 'Ydoncha' person who stunned you when you pulled your gun on the ass who kidnapped you, though her skin and hair are the deep brown, almost black of extremely dark chocolate, while her eyes are glowing a pale red, the same for the glimpses of the inside of her mouth, and a somewhat shorter, more slight woman who reminds you of, well, a Husky, complete with white and black patterned fur (including her shoulder-length hair), pointy ears, blue eyes, and the faintest hint of a muzzle to the shape of her nose and mouth. The third is a bit behind the furry woman, a tall blonde woman who looks like nothing so much as an elf with large, rather floppy ears... and truly huge tits, each one easily bigger than your head, no contest. She's holding her hands up in a way that looks like she's not sure whether she's trying to placate both of them or preparing to grab the canine-like woman and hold her back.\n\n"You can't talk to Shiara like that! You can't just, just, say things like that!" the furry woman snarls, looking like she's veritably trembling with rage. She's obviously just barely holding herself back from doing something physical.\n\n"I just said she had nice tits, what's the big deal?! Are you mad I didn't say it to you too?!"\n\n<hr>\n[[Shitlordiness?! You won't stand for it!|GGSR]]\n\n[[Whoa, let's try to talk this situation down.|GGSR13x3]]\n\n[[Stay out of it.|GGSR]]

"Well, I gotta admit, while I'm out here I wanna keep experiencing the full, y'know... spacefuture thing," you say a little wryly, since for everyone else in the room zipping around the galaxy on spaceships is the equivalent of taking a plane to grandma's house. "So let's try for a shipboard posting."\n\n"I agree, that's definitely where we'll see some really, ah, educational action," Gaio notes, her tail fwipping back and forth rapidly. \n\n"As long as it's not fuckin' boring," Telit says with a bit of a sigh.\n\nA few days later you're prompted to do the signup by one of your instructors, and spend a while filling out forms and such to apply for a shipboard assignment. As your first year at the academy winds to a close, you hear other students talking about getting their assignments back... you wonder if there's some behind the scenes maneuvering where Space Rangers actually ask for which cadets they want at their assignments (or try to avoid them) and try to keep positive about why it's taking longer than some of the others for you to get your assignment. Hey, maybe the ship captains are fighting over you or something, huh? Your little squad is actually one of the better ones in the first year, it's possible!\n\nEventually though, during one of your last classes of the year, you're handed a sealed packet with what feels like a thin tablet inside, and are told it's everything you and the others need to know about your assignment. You obviously want to rip it open right there and see, but that doesn't seem fair to the other three, so you wait until you've gotten back to the dorm room and the other three have assembled to open it.\n\n"Well the logo on the tablet has a spaceship on it so I'm guessing we got the shipboard posting," you note dryly as you turn it over and activate it.\n\n"Well what the fuck's it say already, spill," Telit urges as the screen finishes its little fancy boot up and appears.\n\n<hr>\n[["The Lifeline."|GGSR]]\n\n[["The Codex."|GGSR]]\n\n[["The Sanctuary."|GGSR]]\n\n[["The Great Quest."|GGSR]]\n\n[["The Whitehat."|GGSR]]\n\n[["The Portcullis."|GGSR14x1]]\n\n[["The Righteousness."|GGSR13x6]]

You start giggling almost hysterically, covering your mouth with one hand, then blurting out, "Naw!" Laughing some more, you wave off the suggestion, taking another long draw on the pipe before answering, "I mean, nah, nah man, I mean, I better not, 'cause like, what if this is one of those fantasy settings where there's, like, no biochemical barriers at all, and I wind up having puppies, I can't have puppies I may have big boobs but there's only two of them."\n\n"Uh... as y'say, lass," Bellweather replies, raising his eyebrows. "Perhaps ye should take it a mite slower on the leaf there, it being your first time and all...?"\n\n"Naaaah," you answer with another laugh, stopping only long enough to take a drag from the pipe, before you start explaining social media to the halfling because that seems like something really important that he should know.\n\nSuddenly light is piercing painfully through your retinas and right into your brain. You hiss and clamp your eyes back shut once you realized they'd been shut in the first place, feeling queasy and like the world is spinning... actually it does seem to be bouncing and clattering around underneath you. Opening your eyes more slowly, you find the (still mildly painful) daylight to illuminate the tall wooden walls of some sort of big cart that you're laying roughly in the middle of. You feel sore all over, and chafed in a few spots in particular... mostly your wrists and ankles, you realize as you try to move them and fail. Your wrists are bound behind you with what feel like some sort of cuffs with no give between them, and the rubbing sensation on your ankles indicates some rough kind of rope... probably the same thing the other people in the cart are tied with. Most of them are between your age and maybe ten years older, maybe one or two that are a bit younger, and most of them aren't wearing a lot more than you are (since you seem to be wearing nothing). They're dirty and dressed in rags, and most of them look like they've been crying, or are still crying... some of the others seem to have gone rather blank, or just withdrawn.\n\n"What... the hell?" you croak out. Trying to focus on someone who still kind of looks coherent, you pick a girl about your own age with dishwater blonde hair. "Hey... where am I?" you ask, despite having a sinking feeling you know.\n\n"Um... you're... you're in a slaver cart," she whispers back, looking worriedly around as if fearful that one of the slavers might materialize and strike her for speaking. "They're taking us to a city to auction us off.\n\nCaptured by slavers? Damn, how did this happen?! The last thing you remember was being in Bellweather's home... ... smoking yourself into a haze. Shit, could Bellweather have sold you to the slavers once you were out for the count? That little bastard! You spend a few moments struggling and trying at your bonds, but nothing happens... between the position you're in and the fact that they used actual cuffs instead of rope for your ankles, there's no real hope. All you can do is settle and try to keep from being sick as the wagon jostles and bounces along.\n\nAbout midday the wagon shudders to a stop, and the high back is lowered, several fairly brawny men clambering up into the back holding buckets and ladels. An olive-skinned fellow with a hawkish nose and a few days' growth of beard dribbles some of the water down your throat, then smirks as he drops the ladel back in the bucket so that he can have a free hand to squeeze one of your tits. "Your muscles will fetch a high price, but with these, even higher," he says with some accent you don't recognize.\n\n<hr>\n[[Attack!|GGMonk]]\n\n[[Endure it.|GGMonk7x2]]

"That name sounds familiar," you say after you read it aloud, frowning thoughtfully.\n\n"Yeaaah it should, it's the one that yoinked you from Earth," Telit says with a shake of her head.\n\n"WHAT?!" you blurt, clicking over. 'Mentoring officer: Captain Commander' is indeed written right at the top of the next page. "I thought they'd have given that asshole the boot!"\n\nThat makes Telit snort loudly. "Yeah good luck on getting any officer over the rank of Lieutenant Commander in trouble enough to get told to go fuck themselves, you hit Commander and you've basically got tenure."\n\n"As <i>cynical</i> as Telit's commentary usually is, she's not entirely wrong," Gaio says with a bit of a grumble. "But also, Captain Commander wasn't the one who came up with or implemented the 'recruitment drive' that snared you, although he was one of its biggest proponents. There's no real reason canceling the program would have hurt his career much."\n\n"What the hell, though, how did I wind up assigned to him?!"\n\n"Ah... well, from what you've said about him, and what I've heard," Shiara says slowly. "He probably doesn't think that you pulling a gun on him was that big of a deal. More of a... youthful indiscretion. In fact, if I had to guess, he's probably very gratified you've become such a promising young officer and wants you 'back'."\n\n"Is he stupid?" you ask flatly.\n\n"Basically," Telit snickers, ignoring Gaio's grumble of 'Racist'. "He's a Postivian."\n\nYou stare at her blankly for a moment as you process the way race names tend to work out here, before giving a long sigh. "He's naturally got a perpetually positive and upbeat attitude, doesn't he?"\n\n"Uh-huh," Telit and Sharia both say, while Gaio looks mildly offended but also like she can't really argue.\n\n"Well, it <i>is</i> glandular," Gaio is forced to admit, pointing to the side of her head. "They have an organ in their brain that outputs a steady stream of their equivalent of endorphins, and it interacts with stress chemicals in their blood and tissues. It's effectively impossible to break a Postivian's spirit because the more they get beaten down the more their brain keeps telling them everything will be fine. I mean, I'm sure it's not <i>just</i> that, some of it's probably cultural too like with Sarcastians and Bluntoks, but... well, y'know."\n\n"Weird alien biology strikes again," you mutter, before noticing all three of them are eyeing you. "Er... sorry, I didn't mean that like... ... I guess that was actually racist wasn't it?"\n\n"A little, but you've got plenty of weird shit of your own going on right down to your genetic strands, Honeytits, in comparison to the rest of the galaxy," Telit snorts.\n\n"... Yeah okay fair enough," you say with a sigh, before giving the tablet a sour look. "Still, I can't believe no one at any point in the chain of command thought this was a bad idea and put the squash on it."\n\n"Yeah well welcome to the military," Telit declares as she gets up from her bunk and heads over to the storage locker to haul down a bag. "You've only been here a fuckin' year at some point you're gonna need to stop bein' surprised by consistent behavior. Anyway, time for the rest of us to fuck off back home or whatever. Wish I could take you with me, Honeytits, and spend the summer break pounding your brains out on a Bluntok VIII beach somewhere but you'd probably get tired of hanging out with a couple thousand of me real fuckin' quick."\n\nWhich, you guess, is the nice thing about Telit, her bluntness and honesty extends to herself. "Yeah, probably, thanks anyway," you reply dryly.\n\n"Would you like to come back to Holandia with me, Cyan?" Shiara offers, just tentatively enough that you can tell there'd probably be some difficulty on her end rather than yours. "I'm sure we could have a lovely time together, Gaio's coming too."\n\nYou do consider for a moment before shaking your head. "No, I'll stay here over the break. Enjoy the quiet dorms and just go into town occasionally or something, not like I've got a lot of spare cash."\n\n"You're not planning to spend the time figuring out how to get our assignment changed, are you?" Gaio asks suspiciously. At the noncommital noise you make, she gives a huffy little yap noise and puts her hands on her hips. "Cyan, let it go! Look, with how close to the end of the semester we got that assignment, it means one of two things... one, either nobody wanted us and we were lucky to get Captain Commander, or two <i>everybody</i> wanted us and Captain Commander fought hard and pulled a ton of strings to be the one to get us! Either way, trying to get out of it now is just going to cause <i>big</i> trouble!" At you repeating the noncommital noise, she flaps her hands and makes a 'hwuff' noise, turning and stalking over to pack as well.\n\n"Well. I hope you have fun," Sharia says simply, managing a slightly worried smile and putting a hand on your back before going to do her own packing.\n\nSoon you have the room to yourself, flopping on your bunk and brooding a bit. Seriously? A whole year serving under the same jackass that basically got you into this situation? (Ignoring, of course, what Gaio said about it not being his program.) And that other one! She's probably still there too, the one who <i>shot</i> you! ... Admittedly for pulling a gun on her commanding officer, but still. You do feel almost obligated to raise some hell and see if you could get it changed, just because whatever else it's intensely <i>weird</i> to think of spending an entire year serving under the guy that was happily overseeing your pressganging.\n\n... On the other hand, Gaio made a pretty good point. Either no one else wanted you, which means that if you ditch Captain Commander you might not <i>get</i> a second year assignment, which means you'd probably be in violation of the terms of your parole and get shipped off to jail or whatever, <b>or</b> he's got more pull than anyone else that wanted you and you could spit in the eye of a lot of powerful people by frustrating his and their work.\n\nWhat to do...?\n\n<hr>\n[[Try to get reassigned.|GGSR]]\n\n[[Just accept it.|GGSR]]

Well, you're here in the city, may as well go out and take a look at it. You snag the key Molly left you but don't bother with the map... you just want to wander around for awhile, and if you need to find your way back, your phone has GPS. Tucking the key and your wallet into your jeans pocket, you head out the door and lock up behind yourself, wandering off down the sidewalk.\n\nOne of the things that strikes you is how <i>clean</i> everything is. Even as you get away from the residential area and into a more obviously 'downtown' sort of place, there's not even any litter on the sidewalks. You're starting to wonder if they just have really harsh anti-litter laws when you notice people on the street in front of you shuffling out of the way as if on reflex, a beeping noise coming from the ground. The beeping stops at your feet, and there's a somehow inquisitive-sounding electronic tone. You glance down and see a thing resembling a Rhoomba stopped at your feet, a little blinking red light on one side of it. Startled, you hop out of the way, and it beeps gratefully, the light turning green as it continues on. Near a Snickers wrapper someone apparently dropped, it stops, its light turning yellow as a thin little mechanical arm pokes out and grabs it, the whole top of the robot opening like a trashcan lid so it can place the wrapper inside before continuing on.\n\n"Man, what a place," you murmur, shaking your head as you continue on. You start to wonder what other strange things you're likely to see today, when the ground quakes under your feet. "Oh, c'mon, I didn't even say it <i>out loud</i>!"\n\nPeople are already screaming and swarming away from the streets, stampeding in every which direction. Trying to avoid getting trampled, you back up and press your back to the wall, wondering if it's an earthquake. Then your eyes widen as you see an absolutely enormous mechanical contraption stomp its way around the corner. It looks like someone enlarged a model robot of a Gundam but didn't paint it or finish the limbs, the body and head sleekly-designed but plain metal, its limbs skeletal and full of visible wiring and mechanisms. It swings its fist at the flying form of a muscular man in a blue and gold bodysuit and a billowing silver cape. You gawk in sheer amazement... the City Guard is real!\n\nHe ducks and weaves through the air as the robot takes relatively clumsy swings at him, then finally grabs one of its fists and gives a wrenching yank, pulling the whole limb off. He whirls and slams the robot upside the head with its own severed arm, making it stumble, before hurling the robot arm into the sky. But it's almost as if the earlier clumsiness had been a ploy, and the robot's remaining arm strikes at him blurringly fast, sending him hurtling backwards and smashing into the building above your head.\n\nThe impact tremor makes you fall to the ground, and you look up in terror to see hundreds of tons of brick and stone hurtling down towards you. At the last possible moment a blue and gold shadow falls across your upper body. Then you feel something slam against your lower half and let out a scream of pure pain and terror before passing out.\n\n<hr>\n[[The aftermath.|FemPalladium1x3]]

"Fine, let's take a look around the house together," you say with a snicker. "Though with all of us, I think that limits where we can go a little more."\n\n"Yeah, who knows how safe the floors are upstairs, if you get all of us tromping around in one room," Leslie says with a mildly worried frown. "We should stick to the first story."\n\n"Or below," Kev notes cheerfully. "Like, we could go down to the [[basement|GGHH13x2]]!"\n\n"What, where they held the demon summoning... and orgy?" Leslie snorts a little, grinning at him. "Y'know it's not like they're still gonna be having an orgy down there, Kevin."\n\n"Well duh. Besides, that was the least sexy orgy since Eyes Wide Shut," Kev asserts evenly, as if that were a totally normal thing to judge a movie on. "I mean it was filmed in, what, the fifties or something? They couldn't even show anything! And-"\n\n"Alright, alright," you interrupt. "Other than that the places that can probably fit all of us are the [[kitchen|GGHH]], the [[greenhouse|GGHH]], and... what was that other creepy room they passed through at one point?"\n\n"The one with all the [[statues|GGHH25x1]]?" Jack asks. "Yeah, that place is probably there. Think any of the statues still are though?"\n\n"Since they looked like actual stone, I doubt they bothered moving 'em out."\n\n"We can probably look at multiple places, you pick where we go first, Cy," Kev offers up.

Yeah, that one looks 'nice', you think... it's got some very pretty colors available at least, and you pick out one you think looks good. You pause as you're asked for a label for it... then grin and fill in 'Equine Anatomy Educational Material'. You know there's horses, or something like them, around here somewhere, that shouldn't be suspicious. By the time you finish out the rest of the ordering, it's late, and you head back to your room to inform the slightly jealous Mix of your good fortune (leaving out the requirement for your 'discretion', obviously, since to do otherwise wouldn't be terribly discrete). \n\nThe next few days are fairly calm and quiet... when not checking up on inventory of various things, you're mostly helping Adriene out with things like kitchen duties and laundry. It's not exactly the easy life but neither is it backbreaking, and you get plenty of time to sit and read some of the books that are on hand. (Mostly bad, slightly incomprehensible romance novels... you wonder if it'd be okay if you used your ordering power to find the alien equivalent of manga?) It's later in the week when you pass through the entry hall and notice a pair of delivery guys stacking up boxes. Oh hey, that means the order's here... probably including Rakell's gift. You can't exactly mess with it since you're neither her or a supervisor, so you just resolve to wait and see if she liked it, possibly by her mentioning it tomorrow.\n\nTurns out you don't have to wait that long. As you and Mix are heading to your room that night, Rakell's door cracks open and she pokes her head out, white-shirted upper body visible through the crack. "Cyan, I need to talk to you about that order today, could I see you in here for just a minute?"\n\n"Oh, sure." Ha, she's so thankful she can't wait. Nodding to Mix, you head over, waiting for Rakell to step back and open the door for you... only to jump as she slams it closed behind you and steps forward, revealing herself to be wearing nothing but the shirt, and shaking something wobbly and blue in your face.\n\n"What the hell is this?!"\n\n"Uhhhh." You stare at the massive cobalt horse dong, which looks like it's probably longer and thicker than either of Rakell's arms, both of her hands fitting around it but without much overlap. You glance aside, spotting Chays and the other Dogerian girl lounging on the edge of the bed, both naked and looking mildly amused by your plight. You look back to Rakell, grimacing as she practically nudges you on the nose with the flared head, then grin sheepishly at her. "... It looked smaller in the pictures?"\n\n"A horse! A <i>horse</i>, Cyan!" She huffs, shaking the wobbly thing at you some more, to the point that you're caught between being worried by her ire and desperately trying not to laugh. (Out of the corner of your eye, it looks like the dog-girls have given in to the temptation to start snickering.) "I don't like horses! I like..." She pauses, glancing at the two on the bed, who have suddenly gone back to stoic solemnity, before her eyes whip back to you. "... Not horses! And that's besides the size!"\n\n"Look, I'm sorry, you didn't give me that much to go on," you protest, raising your hands some and shrugging. "I mean one ten-second glimpse of your sex life wasn't exactly comprehensive, I just took my best guess at what you'd like!"\n\n"What I'd like," she huffs, swinging it down as she plants her fists on her hips, the long blue equine dildo swaying back and forth like a bored elephant's trunk. Then she pauses, pursing her lips and raising it up to glance at it, then back at you. "I can't help but notice that it's blue, too."\n\n"Well, yeah, I mean, it's a nice color," you say a little lamely, shrugging again.\n\n"Yes, it is, <i>Cyan</i>." Raising one eyebrow, she lifts the thing up and 'points' it at you again. "Maybe you ordered this because <i>you</i> liked it, hmmmm?"\n\n<hr>\n[[Ridiculous!|GGOri]]\n\n[[... Mmmmaybe...|GGOri]]

"Um, well..." You shift nervously. "I mean... it's consensual all around, right? You didn't... pressure them?"\n\nAnger flashes in Rakell's eyes, and she visibly bristles... as in, both her hair and her tail puff up, and you brace yourself to get screamed at or even struck. Then she gradually smoothes out, expression calming. "... That's a fair question," she admits a little sulkily, before she sighs. "But yes, it's consensual. I promise you that I have in no way threatened their jobs or any other kinds of consequences if they didn't want to... indulge me."\n\n"Then I don't see how it's anyone's business," you assert, shrugging slightly. "What you do with other consenting adults is private."\n\n"... Yes, thank you," she murmurs, bobbing her head. "I appreciate that."\n\nYou nod back, then turn and head back to the food prep unit, slotting in her thermos and starting to punch in the instructions to fill it with coffee.\n\n"You know, Cyan, you really do seem like you've got a good head on your shoulders... and you apparently know how to be discrete." You glance at Rakell as she gets up and moves over beside you, leaning her hip on the edge of the counter and folding her arms. "How would you like to keep getting assigned to the house? Now this isn't a bribe," she hurries to add before you can say anything, raising a finger. "Or a threat. I'm honestly offering you a more comfortable position, one I think you're suited for. It's early summer and the hot days could hit any time now, and you have the look of someone who likes air conditioning."\n\nYou can't really argue with that, so instead you say, "So, uh, how exactly is my 'discretion' involved in that?"\n\n"As well as kitchen duty, I'd like to have you help out with other organizational tasks, which include doing item ordering on the computer. Which I occasionally use to order... well..." Her blue-black cheeks turn rather purple. "... I assume you saw the, ah, accessories, last night?"\n\nYou feel your own cheeks heat. "... Yeah."\n\n"I don't exactly get a lot of opportunities to go to one of the urban sectors to do shopping for things like that, so I sort of need to..." She pauses, glancing around, then leaning in and lowering her voice a little. "I sort of need to hide them in orders for things for the house. Now, I always put the money for them back, it's not like I'm actually having Rehab Central pay for my... things... but the fact is that because of the nature of this place, all personal orders, even for the non-convict staff, have to be reviewed and seen by the supervisor. I'd be pretty embarrassed to have Miss May see my orders for <i>that</i>, let alone risk her asking extremely uncomfortable questions about the specific nature of the ones I like to order. It could theoretically put my job at risk."\n\n"So you need someone to be, ah... creative in the ordering processes," you note. "So that they're... discrete."\n\n"Yeah, exactly," she answers in a relieved tone, smiling as she visibly loosens up. "So again, I'm stressing that this isn't something you have to do and won't be punished for refusing, if you feel uncomfortable, but... would you consider being my in-house ordering specialist?"\n\n"Seems like a good deal," you agree after a moment's thought. "Sure, be happy to help." And to avoid manual labor outside in the summer, while you're at it.\n\n"Thanks, I'm really glad," she says, reaching out to give your shoulder a squeeze. "Okay, your first job there is to go around, check the levels on all the autoprep units, the soap dispensers in the outside showers, the screens inside the staff washrooms and lounge to see what's been requested or needs reordering, the maintenance list screen in the supply closet for their needs, the cleaning supply closet for anything we've been marked out of or are obviously low on, and start getting those ordered. Remember to put a rush on anything the maintenance crew or cleaning crew needs, those are top priority. Adriene will show you the ordering system."\n\n"Uh... right." Any thought that this was, after all, going to be a sit-back-and-relax job to keep you quiet vanish. It's clear that you're almost certainly going to have plenty to do on any given day, if you need to keep doing these sorts of checks regularly. You tug Rakell's thermos out of the prep unit, cap it, and hand it to her. "I'll get on it."\n\n"Good," she says with a smile, nodding and walking off. You turn back to the prep unit and start figuring out how to pull up its contents display, only to jump a little at Rakell's hand suddenly resting on your shoulder... then blush as she leans in close enough for her breasts to press lightly to your back, her voice a near-literal purr in your ear. "Oh, and Cyan?"\n\n"Y-yeah?"\n\n"Order me something nice," she coos, giggling a little. "I'm in a really good mood now, and I think I want to be able to celebrate. You know... with my friends."\n\n"Ah... right, sure," you agree, blushing even more and nodding. "I mean, what exactly should I-"\n\n"You pick. Don't worry too much about the price... my job pays very well and I've got a lot of money saved up. As long as it's not so extravagant that it raises any red flags... as in, over 1000 credits or so, and that would be quite the... item. So I'll leave it to your discretion." Winking again, she turns and saunters off, humming happily as her ass sways beneath her gently-swaying tail.\n\nYou spend most of the day taking the inventory that Rakell requested, with a 'break' to help Adriene prepare lunch. The horned woman seems a little surprised at the revelation that you're on semi-permanent house duty, but you don't think she's displeased. She tells you to come find her once you're done with the inventory, and eventually you find yourself seated behind a desk in a small, simple office as she explains the ordering system, how to go through it to access particular ordering sites, how to classify things, and so on. "That's about it, use the comm panel if you need to know anything else," she says cheerfully, apparently glad to be free of the computer as she heads back into the rest of the house.\n\nYou start out by getting the maintenance and cleaning stuff put in, as ordered. Then you divert, poking around and looking at previous orders. You quickly discover that the 'Staff Needs' items are marked to be delivered under Rakell's name specifically as opposed to just 'Supervisor' like a lot of the others. Aha, that must be what she's using to order her toys. You go into that section, then take a minute to find the equivalent of opening an 'incognito' tab in the internal browser setup it's got, since luckily it seems they just reskinned a standard public-use one. Finding sex toy stores on the alien version of the internet is surprisingly easy, and soon you're looking around, trying to figure out what Rakell would consider 'something special'.\n\nYou eventually decide on two possibilities. One is the '[[Full Puppy Kit|GGOri]]'... a canine-themed collection of bondage and sex toys. (Boy it sure is convenient that all these alien animals are nearly identical to Earth ones, huh?) It's apparently a set that contains a handful of specific items and then some 'bonuses' thrown in, and considering what you saw last night you figure that would probably appeal to her in one way or another. On the other hand, maybe part of her kink is animal dicks... and big ones, too, to judge from the size of the one that her 'friend' was wearing last night. In which case, there's one called '[[The Rodeo|GGOri1x2]]' that's large and equine.\n\nYou pause as you notice the 'Clearance' section. Or, you could order her a small assortment... and maybe, if it gets delivered while she's out, you could [[snag one or two of them for yourself|GGOri]]. After all, it's going to be five years... a little 'friend' of your own (or two... or three) could make it a lot more bearable, and it seems that you'll have plenty of opportunities to sneak off to your room for a quickie while your roommate is working outside.

Sighing, the teenage witch turns back to you. "This <i>is</i> the mercy part, letting you have a chance to get the curse undone."\n\n"But... I don't even have a costume," you whimper, lifting your arms a bit to show off the witch outfit that's basically hanging on you like a sheet, and barely staying on as it is. "And all my clothes are adult size, I couldn't even go get one!"\n\n"Y'know she's got a point, I guess," the catgirl says, looking you up and down while cupping her chin with one big fluffy paw (which you can now see are real). "It'd be kind of hard for her to get into the proper Halloween spirit going around wearing a thin black bag, since she has no prep time or anything."\n\n"Fair, fair," the witch answers with a sigh, wiggling her wand at her own empty hand, and materializing a black clothing box with orange jack-o-lanterns on it. She holds it out to you, urging it forward once when you hesitate to take it. "Go on, go on! This will make you any type of costume you ask for, just say what you want before you open the box. You can get general or specific, whatever you want, but it will <i>only make one</i>! So you better be sure about what you pick before you pick it!"\n\n"O-okay," you say with a sniffle, wiping your eyes before taking the box. "... Thank you."\n\n"Awwww, how cuuuute!" both of them chorus, tucking their hands beneath their chins and tilting their heads. At your flush of mingled embarrassment and annoyance, the two giggle, and the witch declares, "Remember, dawn! When the sky is fully blue, that means Halloween night is truly over, and so is your chance to lift the curse!" With that the two of them turn and, this time, hurry down the walk before you can say anything more.\n\nPouting with a cute face now even more suited for it, you stumble out of your shoes, awkwardly collecting them and your panties and heading inside, closing the door and taking a moment to turn off the porch light. <i>Definitely</i> don't need any more trick-or-treaters of your own in this state! You make your way up the stairs, feeling your loosened stockings shake and threaten to fall off your little feet, before stepping out of them as you arrive back at your bedroom. You pause before setting the box on your bed, then pull off the now extremely baggy witch dress and drop it aside, padding barefoot to stand in front of the mirror. ... Yup, that's a familiar sight, though one you haven't seen in a long time, you look like you but... smol. Definitely at least a year, maybe two younger than the girls at the door, and completely flat-chested. This... was definitely not what you imagined any time you thought about being young again!\n\nSighing heavily, you walk back over to the bed. No time to focus on that now, you've apparently got a <i>lot</i> of trick-or-treating to do if you want to get back to normal! You're not sure why you're just rolling with this so easily, or why you believe her promise, but maybe it has to do with being a kid again, even if you still seem to have your adult mind in every other way. You regard the festive box, trying to think. Okay, you need a costume, obviously, but what kind? Part of your brain blurts 'Just pick something!', while another part insists that even if this isn't exactly normal and is against your will, it is a unique opportunity to revisit your childhood! Another points out that the better the costume, the more likely you are to get good candy.\n\n"So, um, box, the costume I'd like is..."\n\n<hr>\n[["... a witch."|HollyOct7x3]]

Admittedly, 'witch' always was one of your favorite costumes, and you started the night out as one so you may as well finish it, curse and all. You wait a few seconds after saying it, not sure if this weird magic box needs prep time or something, but finally lift the lid off. There are indeed clothes inside, and you take them out bit by bit. There's the typical black dress with long sleeves and a serrated hem, though this one's of more modest proportions and obviously sized for your current body. There are also some black and orange striped thigh-high stockings, a pair of little black slipon flats, and even a pair of panties, orange with a black cat pattern. Cute! ... Although it does make you embarrassed some to realize they're definitely a childish sort of cute, as you step on and pull them up over your pert little bare butt. Next you hop (literally) up onto the end of the bed to pull the stockings onto your legs, before finally wiggling into the dress, tugging it down snug over your flat chest and pulling your much poofier and rather wilder blonde hair out of the back. You step into the shoes and do a check in the mirror... ahhhh, adorable! ... Definitely adorable. Siiigh.\n\n"No hat," you murmur, since you didn't see one in the box. Your other one will have to do, you think, picking it up off the floor. It's too big for you now and worn 'right' would drop over your eyes, but after a bit of messing with it you get it seated at an angle crowning the upper back of your head, using a few concealed small hairclips to keep it in place. There, now you shouldn't lose it no matter what! You pose a bit in front of the mirror, and have to admit you're getting a little excited, no matter how ridiculous and strange this whole situation is. You get to be little and cute and go trick-or-treating again! ... Just hope you do really well, or at best you'll get another chance to do it next year.\n\nOkay, you're pretty good to go! Ah, you need a bag... well, let's just go with a pillowcase, you think, hurrying to the linen closet and then having to actually climb up onto a lower shelf to reach where you keep the topsheets and pillowcases. You're pretty sure you have some of the classic plastic pumpkin pails around somewhere, but those are more for a normal little stroll around a block or two, you're apparently needing an epic all-night long haul of candy here! Grabbing the pillowcase and jumping down, you shake it out and then nod firmly. There!\n\nAre you missing anything? you think as you look over yourself. ... Flashlight, you need a flashlight. You'd worry about not showing up on other lights but a few times you've caught your shoes and dress glinting brightly when the lights in your room catch them certain ways, looks like the dress at least is made of that cloth celebrities use to fuck with paparazzi by causing bright flashes of light when it's sufficiently well-lit. Let's see... oh, hey, maybe there's one in the box and you missed it? It'd be nice if there was a cute themed one rather than you carrying around your emergency blackout flashlight with this cute costume.\n\n<hr>\n[[Check the box.|HollyOct7x4]]\n\n[[Don't bother.|HollyOct]]

Your lips purse, and several fairly nasty comments run through your mind, but you decide on the most obvious one. "Aren't you two a little <i>old</i> for trick-or-treating?" you say in such a perfect recreation of every sour adult that ever said the same thing to you that your brain immediately starts shouting for you to put the brakes on and apologize. You refuse to listen to it.\n\n"A-ah, well, this is probably our last year, sure, but," the witch replies, her smile having fallen a little.\n\n"And you, do your parents know you left the house like that?" You turn your gaze on the girl in the furry bikini, your mock concern tasting fairly bitter even on your own tongue. "Catching your death of cold seems like one of the things you'd <i>least</i> have to worry about."\n\nThe catgirl pouts visibly, kicking a booted foot at the ground. "It's fine, it's not like it's <i>that</i> cold. Or skimpy."\n\n"Well you two should just run along, this candy is for the <i>children</i> who are trick-or-treating, you can probably buy your own," you add, making a shooing flick with both hands.\n\nThe catgirl actually pokes her tongue out a little, then looks at her friend. "This one's definitely dressed up as the Grinch for Halloween. Get 'er."\n\n"Yup!" the blonde girl chirps happily, dropping her bag and flicking a wand out of her sleeve.\n\n'Well that's a decent trick,' you have to allow, frowning at the wand as she starts wiggling the point in your direction. 'Where'd she buy that anyway, it doesn't look like one of the Harry Potter wands, it's all glowy and-' "GYEEK!" you shriek as the tip glows in a way that sets off every 'not a fake' alarm in your brain, and you can feel changes overtaking your body. \n\nYou're shrinking! you realize with terror as you get closer and closer to being eye level with the two of them at the moment. You feel a strange tightness and yet lightening in your chest and look down to realize that your breasts had lifted some and tightened up, but are now rapidly growing smaller. Your panties drop out from under your skirt as your hips and ass lose their roundness, the stockings sagging on your legs as they slim out and grow more coltish. You're terrified that you're going to shrink away to nothing, clutching at the sides of your head and whimpering in terror as you get smaller and smaller... but thankfully, finally stop. Dropping your hands to pat yourself, the side of your dress drops completely down to one elbow off your skinny shoulders, almost baring one side of your now completely flat chest. "H-hey! What did you do to me?!" you call in a voice you haven't heard in a long time.\n\nThe witch (a real one, apparently!) giggles, grinning and tapping her wand against her cheek. "I cast a spell called Appropriate Punishment, it delivers... well, it delivers an appropriate punishment for whatever negative things you've done recently, or mean and nasty thoughts you're having. Guessing from the looks of it, you envied our youth!" She reaches over with her other hand to take one of the catgirl's paws, lifting it up and guiding the other girl in a little show-offy twirl as if to demonstrate the very youthful curves that were being envied. "Of course it wouldn't be much of a punishment if it gave you just what you were envying, so it gave you a <i>little</i> more!"\n\n"B-but I can't be a kid! I've got laundry to do! Bills! A <i>mortgage</i>!" you wail, clutching at your little blonde head again.\n\n"Wellllll, your house <i>is</i> decorated so nicely, it's why we were hoping for a nice haul here," the witch says, glancing around. "So obviously you've got good Halloween spirit, and maybe just had a little <i>lapse</i> from your envy. What do you think, should we give her a chance to get out of her punishment?" she continues, glancing at her friend.\n\n"Hm. Well it is Halloween," the catgirl muses aloud, putting her paws to her cheeks thoughtfully, then looking at you and smirking. "I say we <i>make</i> her get back into the spirit!"\n\n"Good idea!" The witch giggles, then points at you. "Alright, here's the deal. You have to bring us as much candy as you can earn by trick-or-treating back here by dawn. If it's enough, I'll remove the spell and put you back to your own age... if you do <i>really</i> good I might even reward you! Oh, and just know if you try to get candy through some other method, like buying it, you'll probably have really bad luck... but, if you can manage, I guess I'll still count it! Welp, good luck, see you back here in the morning!" she declares, turning to go.\n\n<hr>\n[["Have a little mercy!"|HollyOct7x2]]\n\n[["But... I need an adult!"|HollyOct]]\n\n[["Isn't there some other way?!"|HollyOct]]\n\n[["... Fine! See you then!"|HollyOct]]\n\n[["I'll get you for this!"|HollyOct]]

May as well check, you're pretty sure it was empty when last you looked but maybe you missed something. You hurry over to the bed and lift the box up, and something rolls to the end of it with a soft <i>klnk</i>. A look confirms it, it's a wand... it looks more like someone took one of those little thin crystal points people put on necklaces and stretched it out to about ten inches long, mottled orange and black to go with the rest of your costume. Huh. You pick it up and give it a testing flick, and almost jump a little as a beam of light starts shining out of the end. ... Well, it is a magic box, you guess you should be grateful it gave you an appropriately magical-seeming flashlight. You'll have to figure out a nice place to store it later... throwing it out seems like it would be kind of ungrateful now.\n\nAs you're going down the stairs (being a bit more careful than usual, they seem taller and steeper than they used to), you almost jump a little as the doorbell rings. You look over, frowning a little at the obviously turned-off porch light... then give a distinctly unchildlike curse under your breath. The porch light may be off but you bet all the lights in your porch decorations came on automatically when it got dark because of that, and for a lot of people that would be plenty to advertise that you're taking trick-or-treaters. Sighing, you head over and pull open the door, almost instantly hearing "Trickertreat!" and having a pumpkin pail thrust towards you.\n\n'Oh gosh what a hot dad, he's totally in my strike zone!' is your first thought at the sight of the tall, rather fit, and slightly scruffy dark-haired man standing there wearing (if it <i>is</i> any sort of costume) a 'lumberjack' outfit of a red flannel shirt and jeans. Of course you're quickly reminded you can't even really do any harmless flirting with a (potentially single, you never know) father by the fact that his daughter is staring expectantly at you from eye level. Yup, you now seem to be the same age. And perhaps in a twist of irony, she's even dressed as a black cat... albeit a considerably more modest one than the last girl dressed as such to show up on your porch, wearing a black bodysuit with fuzzy tufts around the wrists and ankles and big 'paw' plush shoes on her feet, her nose painted black with lines for whiskers coming off of it, a kitty ear hairband perched atop her head of long black hair. \n\n"Ah, um, right," you say, quickly grabbing a few pieces of candy out of the bowl. ... Aaaa but isn't this candy you could count towards your own total?! ... But you somehow think that if the actual witch who cursed you found out about you shunning <i>another</i> trick-or-treater, things would go even worse for you. So you dump the pieces you've already grabbed in the pail and force a smile. "Here y'go!"\n\n"Thaaanks! Wow your costume is really great!" the girl chirps.\n\nThe father gives you a sympathetic look, perhaps assuming there must be some sad and pitiful reason a young girl would be handing out candy at home while dressed up rather than out trick-or-treating herself. Perhaps that's why he tries to comfort you by saying, "You look like quite the real witch, and that's such a neat wand! Could you do a spell for us?"\n\n'I'm at least twelve, not eight,' you think, suppressing a sigh at finding him cute and well-intentioned but a little condescending. But then you hesitate just a bit and glance at the wand. ... Huh. Could you really do magic with this thing? You did get it from a magic costume box. If it has actual spells it can cast, that could theoretically help out a lot with your requisite candy-accumulating.\n\n<hr>\n[[Sure, try a spell!|HollyOct7x5]]\n\n[[Stop wasting time!|HollyOct]]

Eh, why not give it a shot? Thinking of the first thing that comes to mind that would be useful for getting a lot of candy, and the first nonsense vaguely spell-like phrase that does the same, you raise the glowing crystal wand and give it a flick in the air before calling "Hypno <i>bipno</i>!"\n\nBoth of them briefly look startled, and then... you can actually see glowing orange and black spirals form in their pupils and spread out to cover their entire eyeballs, showing very clearly in the relatively dim light of the porch. The startled expressions are quickly replaced by sort of airy, dazed smiles, both of them lowering their hands to their sides and announcing, in perfect sync, "We-are-hyp-no-tized!"\n\n... Uh. You blink a few times, then look at the wand. ... Seriously? But apparently so... even if you couldn't see the obviously magical effect in their eyes for yourself, you doubt they could pull off such a perfect synchronized speech on a whim like that, they don't seem the sorts to practice that kind of thing just in case. Holy crap, you've got an actual magic wand, and you just hypnotized two people! Okay, quick, something to say...\n\n<hr>\n[[Snap out of it!|HollyOct]]\n\n[[Gimme all your candy!|HollyOct]]\n\n[[... Well, c'mon, Dad! Sis!|HollyOct]]

Despite what logic says, you can't just abandon one of the last normal people here! You turn and run towards the call, rounding the house, then jerking to a halt and staring at the sight before you.\n\nA woman you passingly recognize as a friend of a friend of a friend is face-down-ass-up in the dirt, her tits having been jostled free of her bikini top, the bottoms laying on the ground a bit distant. She's scrabbling at the dirt as if she could pull away from her attackers... a pair of entirely normal-looking chickens, except that both have sprouted fat humanlike cocks that are just as white as their feathers, and are slamming them into the woman's pussy and ass as quickly as they can.\n\n"H-help! Help, please!" the woman calls as she spots you, stretching out a hand towards you as you gawk at the strange site that nevertheless tries to call to that newly perverse part of your brain. "I accidentally kicked one of them and, and, and now I think they're <i>fucking me to death</i>! You've gotta do something!"\n\n<hr>\n[[Use the pepper spray on the chickens.|HolJuly2x2]]\n\n[[Use the gun to scare the chickens.|HolJuly2axEnd1]]\n\n[[Use your fingers on your pussy.|HolJuly]]

"Intensifier?" Alexa blinks. "What do you... what do you mean?"\n\n"It's actually a variant of the serum she used on you," you explain brightly as you start the syringe next to the keyboard filling. "So luckily the work was mostly done. I just had to tweak it a little bit to even further augment my awakened genes and make my abilities all the more effective."\n\n"Wait..." Alexa shakes her head, still trying to clear the fog of lust. "You're... you're saying that it would make you...?"\n\n"All my mental abilities and shapeshifting would be augmented, meaning I'd have much greater power to read minds and influence them, probably for a distance of miles rather than mere line of sight. But more importantly," you continue as you pluck up the injector and straighten up, turning to face her and smiling sweetly. "I'd no longer need to actually fuck someone to turn them into a mindless, eternally cumming fuck-zombie. It would just happen to everyone within my radius of influence."\n\n"You're insane!" she snaps back, finally managing to stab one of the buttons on her suit. You calmly bring the injector to your neck and press the button, even as the doors slide open and a large contingent of helmeted guards comes rushing in. But even as they're bringing their rifles to bear on you, your body is already changing, your horns pressing further out from your head, growing longer, your breasts steadily swelling in size. The guards hesitate for the merest second before firing, and that's their undoing. Though their helmets are sealed and include air filters, your aura is now both mental and operates on a molecular level... even if it were an entirely sealed system, your pheremones would get through their clothes to touch their skin. Rifles clatter to the ground as their hearts begin to race, cocks hardening and pussies moistening, all of them starting to twitch and writhe as they begin spontaneously cumming.\n\nYou turn and walk away from the guards, feeling their mental energy already starting to drain into you as they begin cumming in their pants, arms hanging limply at their sides and hips jerking, men and women alike thrusting their hips in different motions of fucking the air. By the time you arrive at Alexa, your tits are almost hanging down to your waist, the massive orbs heavy and wobbling with every step. The trembling woman falls to her knees in front of you, her body jerking a little with every unwilling spontaneous orgasm she has, her hazel eyes turned upward toward you, holding onto the last dregs of defiance.\n\n"You should know better than anyone from building your media empire, Alexa," you tell her in a condescending coo, smirking as your tail lashes behind you. "More reliable than anger, jealousy, or morals, the thing humans are most driven by is sex. I am Temptation now... and sooner or later, everyone gives in to temptation."\n\nYou reach out, putting your hand on her head, slowly curling your fingers in her hair to get a good grip, but more to make it obvious to her what's about to happen, that she's about to lose her identity, her mind, her entire sense of self, and become nothing but a horny, constantly-cumming animal. You look down into her eyes, smiling, letting the moment stretch out, until somewhere in all her struggle, there's the tiniest, barest flicker of 'I want it'. And in that second you yank her head forward, mashing her lower face against your sodden cunt. Her eyes instantly roll up and she starts bucking her hips, having the most intense, overlapping orgasms of her life, the climaxes only growing more intense as she starts tonguing and sucking your pussy with wild abandon and her mind flows out of her and into you. In moments the auburn-haired fuck-zombie is twitching and shuddering in its new state of constantly cumming as it sucks at your cunt, not a single thought in its head, only driven by the purest instinct to give and receive more pleasure than it's already getting.\n\nSmiling, you slowly work your hips, fucking your pussy on its face for several minutes, before finally reaching down to hit the release code for its suit. The garment peels away, leaving her trim, toned form bare and glistening wet with sweat and girlcum, the trapped smells of arousal and overheated body escaping into the pheremone cloud. You give a few more thrusts of your hips, before grabbing it by the back of the neck and hauling it up, giving it a shove towards the now writhing, pumping orgy of other fuck-zombies that have ripped off their guard uniforms to get at each other, cocks and fingers pumping away at holes without regard for preference or sex. The auburn-haired one is soon absorbed into the tangle of writhing, thrusting bodies, a cock in its ass and mouth as it bucks back and forth between the two.\n\n"I think I'm going to like ruling the world as its sexy demon queen," you announce to no one, before giggling and settling into a chair to watch your fuck-zombie minions for awhile. No real rush, after all... eventually, everyone gives in to Temptation.\n\n<hr>\n[[Game Over.|FemPalV8axEnd]]

"Does this happen a lot?" you ask. "People getting hurt in the crossfire of your fights?"\n\n"More than I'd like, but I try to do my best to minimize it. Palladium City has a very good evacuation and shelter procedure, and a warning system as well, but this latest invention of Model Kit's took everyone by surprise, it literally dropped right out of the sky. I always do my best to make protecting civilians the highest priority, and to take fights to unpopulated areas whenever I can. It's not always avoidable, but I try. Sometimes all I can do to try and minimize the collateral damage and the chance of people getting hurt is to end the fight as quickly as I can."\n\n<hr>\n[[Other questions.|FemPalladium1x5]]

Not seeing any safer alternatives, you pull the cannister of pepper spray and hurry over, wincing as you call, "I'm really sorry if any of this gets on you!" You know it would be especially bad considering the area, but again, no better options. Deciding to do the top chicken first, since more of its body is just upright and away from hers, you aim the cannister and spray the stuff right at it.\n\n"BUCKAW!" the chicken blurts, flapping its wings rapidly as the liquidy aerosol mist hits it... then with a <i>pomf</i> and a cloud of smoke, it disappears, replaced by a handful of chicken skewers covered in black and cayenne pepper that come pattering down, several landing on the ground but a few settling on the woman's upraised ass. The chicken below gives an almost human scream, yanking its dick out of the woman's pussy and scampering off as fast as it can go, dick apparently fear-spurting cum as it wobbles with that particular gait the birds use.\n\n"... Guess he really was chicken," you say in a stunned tone, still trying to process what you just saw.\n\n"..." The woman they were assaulting seems to not know what to make of that either, reaching back and snagging one of the skewers as she sits up, the others falling off of her raised butt to hit the ground, staring at it. Apparently without really thinking about it she brings it up and takes a large bite out of the top chunk of chicken meat. "... Needs lime juice. ... GAH!" she adds, tossing it away before getting to her feet. "What the hell's going on?!"\n\n"It's, um... it's a long story," you answer her, deciding not to explain how this might all be kind-of-sort-of your fault. "The short version is, a demon's taken over the farm, and to save ourselves and everyone else, we need to get back to Deviville before the sun comes up."\n\n"I... yeah, okay," she murmurs, obviously in a bit of shock and not too willing to question deeply. She reflexively runs her hands over her short red hair, then looks at you again. "Um, my name's Sarah, and... wait, aren't you the host, Holly? You're... a cop?"\n\n"No, I just took a uniform from one who got... changed. Even the authorities seem pretty powerless," you admit as she tugs her bikini top back into place and goes to collect her bottoms, then makes a face as she realizes the sides were torn open. "Oh, here," you say, tugging open the knot of your shirt. "See if you can..."\n\nSarah spends a few moments managing to turn the uniform shirt into a makeshift skirt, then looks at you. "So what now?"\n\n"I have the officer's keys, if we can get to their patrol car we can just drive to Deviville, and apparently all this will be undone."\n\nShe looks relieved at that, then holds out a slightly shaky hand. "Hey, if we have to face more weird stuff like this, don't just leave me unarmed, huh?"\n\n<hr>\n[[Give her the gun.|HolJuly]]\n\n[[Give her the pepper spray.|HolJuly]]\n\n[[No, she doesn't need it.|HolJuly]]

"So, like, every superhero has a secret origin or whatever. What's yours? Bitten by a radioactive ubermensch?"\n\nHe actually looks sheepish, a boyish expression out of place on that strong jaw and powerful face, and you find yourself blushing a little. Geez, women would want to eat him up if his skin wouldn't break their teeth.\n\n"Well, obviously I trust you if I'm going to be giving you superhuman abilities, but I hope you won't mind if I keep just a few secrets. But I suppose I can tell you why I have my powers. The truth is, I'm not from this planet... my parents sent me here because their world was dying."\n\n"What, you just happened to look exactly like us, and our environment gave you superpowers?"\n\n"Oh, no no. Gosh, that wouldn't make much sense at all, would it?" He shakes his head ruefully. "No, the truth is I didn't look at all human when I was born. I was barely a baby when I was placed in stasis in the escape pod my parents had built. It was designed to scan the organisms of habitable worlds it came within range of, capable of completely redesigning my body to look and act like them so that I could fit in perfectly as a normal, albeit slightly more genetically fit, member of their species. Earth was the first planet it found that it considered suitable."\n\n"Er, are you telling me that humans are capable of... flying, and invulnerability, and stuff like that, if we're just a little more 'genetically fit'?"\n\n"Not quite. Though actually, from what I can tell, a few of my abilities <i>are</i> derived from my human genes. Not necessarily my big flashy ones, but it would appear that there's a lot of untapped potential in the human genome. No, for some reason, possibly a programming quirk after the amount of time and planets it had scanned, the computer determined humans' inability to do certain things as 'damage' to their bodies... like a disease or genetic defect. So when it rebuilt me, it spliced in certain portions of the genetic code of other species it had scanned across the galaxy. So yes, externally I look human, because to a large extent I genetically am. But there's little bits of other species in there as well. It's what lets me fly, gives me my superior strength, things like that."\n\n"So it just dumped you on Earth after transforming you into one of us? I mean, mostly?"\n\n"Not quite 'dumped'. It monitored Earth communications and studied social structure for awhile, then landed me in a place and with people it determined would give me an appropriate upbringing. And there it did its job flawlessly... my human parents were absolutely wonderful people. I like to think they did a good job, they're why I decided to use my powers to help others."\n\n<hr>\n[[Other questions.|FemPalladium1x5]]

"Does all this stuff belong to you? Did you make it, or buy it, or...?"\n\n"The actual property, I bought, but I've retrofitted it extensively myself. A lot of it is things I've made or that belong to me, and some of it is things that friends and allies have made for me, or loaned to me. That includes some of the options for fixing your legs that I'll make available to you. I'm not the only superpowered individual in the world, though most people are only beginning to become aware of us."\n\n<hr>\n[[Other questions.|FemPalladium1x5]]

"... When you say 'multiple guys', you just mean like... two, right?" you say slowly.\n\n"For a start," Xira answers in a kind of resigned tone. Then she perks up as she adds in a cheerful tone, "I'm sure once I get the concept lodged in your brain, you'll just naturally start taking groups as they come!"\n\n"Sure," you murmur with a roll of the eyes... then realize that she might not be wrong. After all apparently as you become more of a succubus, your opinion of these things will change. A simultaneously scary and kind of comforting thought, since you guess eventually you won't be so embarrassed by all this. "Okay, so... who do I start with?"\n\n"How aboooout... the guards at the gate?" Xira suggests, holding up a finger. \n\n"... Won't they think I'm like... distracting them so someone can sneak... somewhere?"\n\n"Naaaah, peaceful little town like this? Besides, you gotta remember, until recently a succubus walking up and offering to fuck was the most normal thing in the world. So... just go up to them and ask if they wanna fuck!"\n\n"Right," you sigh. But, no getting around it, this is after all part of your training, and for Ethan's sake. You head back to where you entered the town, and as you approach you can already see the guards perking up... in more ways than one, slight bulges appearing in the front of their pants. "Hi!" you manage cheerfully, raising a hand, faltering a bit as you add, "W-... wanna fuck?" \n\n"Good job, you're getting better," Xira stage whispers, giving you a thumbs-up.\n\n"Ah! It's a succubus! We really thought they were all gone!" one of the guards says enthusiastically. \n\n"Hey! Watch the gate for us for a little while, huh?" the other calls to one of the nearby adventurer-types, before the two of them lead you into a small building nearby.\n\n'This... is totally a fuck-room,' you think, cheeks hot as you follow them into the small area equipped with little other than a bed. Both guards are already unlacing the front of their pants, and you stare a little as their cocks spring free. ... You guess those pikes aren't the only long, hard weapons they're equipped with. ... Well, they do look kind of dashing in their bits of armor, you think as you step between them, only hesitating a little as you wrap your hands around their cocks and start stroking lightly.\n\n"Ah... it's almost like you're shy... that's so sexy for a succubus," one of the guards groans.\n\n"And you have such a sweet pretty face," the other moans happily.\n\n"Oh, um, thanks, I mmmf!" You're muffled as the one who complimented your face leans in, tilting your head so he can kiss you, his tongue diving into your mouth and rolling around in a way that instantly has you hot and bothered. ... Right, all the guys in this world must have learned to kiss from succubi. Somehow the very fact that you're actually kissing a stranger is almost lewder than the fact that you're jerking two of them off, and yet when he breaks the kiss and the other tilts your head, you don't hesitate about returning it, your tongue almost instinctively responding to his with equally lustful and experienced rolls and swishes.\n\n"Nnnnh, it's been so long, I'm not even sure how well I'm going to last," the one that's not kissing you murmurs. And indeed both of them are throbbing in your hands. Part of you says that you really should slow down, the other part says yessss you want them to cum, you want them to feel like you're so sexy they just can't help themselves. It's that part of you that has your hands speeding up, wrists working as you pump and stroke to add a wicked little twist to the motions, but then even as you get them to the edge the other part of you steps in and slows you down, holding them quivering and shuddering close to the edge. You squirm and wiggle in arousal as one of them undoes your top, each of them squeezing and toying with one of your breasts. Their other hands go down, your hips shuddering and bucking as one of them starts stroking and playing with your pussy... and giving a hop as the other starts teasing your pucker. Part of you wants to protest, but all the rest of you is far too into this, and soon you're pumping them quickly again, until they're moaning out and spurting their loads all over your hands and gloves.\n\nSoon after you're on all fours on the bed, moaning around one guard's cock as the other pumps into you from behind, your tits jiggling beneath you as they pump into you from both ends. Somehow you never realized how incredibly sexy it could be, to feel one man throbbing and hot and smearing pre all over your tongue as he thrusts between your lips, while another pumped into your hot, wet, needy pussy, both of them moaning out their pleasure, their balls slapping against you, their bodies enclosing you, taking you, until you're flooded from both ends, your whole mind briefly going white with the intensity of your own orgasm.\n\n"Have fuuuun?" Xira asks in a smug tone when you sort of come to yourself to find you're standing outside again, dressed and cleaned up. \n\n"Um." You blush, but give a single sheepish nod. "... Yeah."\n\nOver the next few days you continue to take on men two at a time... most of them either jerking them both off, or getting spitroasted with one in your mouth and one in your pussy. You... could definitely kind of maybe get hooked on this, you think one day as you're laying across a table, legs rocking in the air as one of your latest partners pumps your hot cunt, while the other's balls slap gently against your nose as he takes your mouth. Of all the naughty things to do, getting double-teamed was definitely not the one you expected to take to so fast, but here you are!\n\n"So I think you've got doing multiple guys pretty well down now," Xira announces happily once you've finished up the current duo. "You should be able to manage that amidst your encounters when we get to the next level pret-ty handily!"\n\n"'Kay," you murmur, still blushing. Then you blink. "Hey, where'd you go during that last one? I didn't hear one comment or your usual, um... self-stimulation at all."\n\n"I heard something interesting and popped back to the inn to check." Xira's grin grows as she says, "Let's consider it a present for the successful completion of the multi-guy lesson?"\n\n"A... present?" you ask as you walk in, reflexively skimming over the people sitting in the inn's bar... and blushing as you see what she means. "... Oh."\n\nNot long after you're kneeling on the floor, naked, moaning softly around a cock, your hands pumping both the shaft of it and another, your eyes turned up towards the faces looking down at you... the identical faces. A set of <i>very</i> nice-looking twins with blue hair and nice, adventuring-honed bodies, and hard cocks and heavy balls all for you. Completely absorbed in the naughtiness of it, you can only be thankful to Xira as you work your tongue over their cocks in turn, sucking and kissing them eagerly, shivering in delight at the stereo moans of pleasure they give. \n\nWhen one moves to lay down on the bed, you don't really think about it, just getting up with him and swinging astride, wiggling your hips and then sliding back as he holds his cock in place for you to slip onto. You start rocking a little reflexively... then stop as the other moves up behind you, his hands sliding along your waist. 'Ah, wait!' you think, but don't actually say, as you feel the tip of his cock nudging up against your pucker... all you do aloud is moan very, very whorishly as his prick pushes into your tight little asshole. You let yourself be pressed between the wonderfully fit bodies of the twins as they both start fucking you, the feel of those identical cocks pumping away against you, rubbing against each other separated by a thin layer of flesh, has you cumming mere seconds in, writhing and bucking between them, your hips moving of their own accord and working you against both, just as eager to have your naughty little ass fucked as your wicked hot cunt.\n\n'Definitely a great graduation present,' you think rather distantly as the twins flood you with their first loads of the night.\n\n<hr>\n<<set $SSmultguy1 to "true">>\n<<set $succscore += 1>>\n[[Finish the lesson.|SweetSucc2-StageOneRepeat]]

Shaking your head, you push the book away and stand up. Normally you'd be a lot more diligent about putting your books back or somewhere that it would be easier for the librarian, especially old ones like this, but frankly you're creeped out and somewhat tired and now you just want out of this place.\n\n"C'mon, Woolly," you murmur, patting your leg, and for just a moment as he rises to his feet you get another one of those flashes of intense appreciation of his massive, beautiful body, the nobility of him on all fours like that, the- And then you clear your throat, raising your voice a bit. "Tanya? ... Tanya?"\n\nIt takes a few more calls as you walk around before Tanya walks over, yawning and rubbing her eyes. "Sorry, I totally fell asleep. Are you done?"\n\n"Yeah. Yeah, sorry, I got caught up reading..." You trail off, pinching the bridge of your nose. "... something. Let's just get out of here, I don't think we're going to find anything worthwhile." 'Other than a bunch of small-town perverts,' you add mentally. \n\nThe two of you head outside, and this time you decide to keep your eyes down and avoid the sight of that gargoyle, though it's like you can almost feel it leering at you from above. You make your way back over to the Monster Magnet, rubbing your upper arms. It feels way too dark on the town's little main street now, like the streetlights are barely doing anything. Your eye keeps getting drawn back to Woolly as a comforting presence, but every time you look at him you get that little flash of something almost like lust and have to force your gaze back away.\n\n"Let's get out of here," Tanya says with a yawn, opening up the driver's side door of the Monster Magnet. "There's no way this place is going to have a decent place to stay, and I seriously want to climb into bed."\n\n<hr>\n[["Yeah, let's go."|WilmaCC]]\n\n[["... Wait, we're forgetting something."|WilmaCC1x2]]

Hm. You wonder if it's against some sort of dog park etiquette to go to the dog park when you don't actually have a dog yourself? Oh well, if someone scolds you about it, you can just claim you didn't know, since you don't. You head off along the path... though you make sure to stay on the path, since you doubt everyone's entirely considerate about the numerous signs about making sure to pick up after their dog.\n\nIt is a very nice section of the park, quite scenic since there's no playground or exercise equipment to mess up the flow of things. You can see a number of dogs running around... many of them smaller ones, often running back to old people on benches. None of them particularly adorable-looking... dogs <i>or</i> owners, tch. Though you do see several more likely possibilities for cute owners to chat up (at least as far as them letting you pet their dogs) [[on the lower jogging path|GGDog3x1]].\n\nOn the other hand, it looks like there's a nice thick [[copse of trees|GGDog1x1]] that might even be connected to a larger wooded area... you figure it would be a much nicer, more secluded place to explore or relax than any area in the park would be, since most people probably don't want their dogs headed in there and getting lost.

"Well, the thing is, I was down in the basement looking through some of my late husband's things, and I found these," you answer, turning aside and picking up a set of headphones. They're the ear-covering sort, and these have a pair of LED-studded 'cat ears' on the top of the band. The LEDs, as you discovered reading the manual, can be configured for almost any color, but you took a guess and set them to purple. You seem to have guessed right, since even the unbearably shy girl perks up and looks interested as they come out. "They seem to be programmed with some songs already, and I was curious as to what they are, since my husband apparently put them on here. They're not Ken's sort of music, I thought you might be able to recognize them. Either way, afterwards why don't you keep these...?"\n\n"O-oh, I couldn't," she murmurs, though she's visibly having to restrain herself from reaching forward and making 'gimme' motions with her fingers. Smiling, you hand them over, watching her slide them onto her ears and, following your direction, hitting the power button on the side. You can't actually hear the pop-y techno, but you can see her making a bit of a face as she struggles to place it. The thoughtful expression gradually fades to a confused one, and from there her face goes slack, expression gradually going blank, pale grey eyes glazing over as she stares straight ahead.\n\n"Hinako, can you hear me?" you ask, the lights on the ears flashing due to recognizing your voice pattern.\n\n"Yes," she murmurs in a monotone, without any of the hesitation or stammering that's her usual hallmark.\n\nYou smile. Looks like the mind control is working... well, your husband was quite the genius engineer after all. (Too bad about that lightning strike.) Still, best to test it. "Hinako, stand up and take off your jeans."\n\n"Yes," she repeats, immediately standing up, hands moving smoothly to unbutton and unzip the baggy jeans and letting them drop, briefly revealing her plain black panties before her shirt drops down over her hips, some of her cotton-hugged crotch still getting flashed as she steps out of the jeans and nudges them aside.\n\nGood, looks like she's entirely receptive. Now... hm. You realize you only really thought up to this point, and now with an attractive, pantsless teenage girl awaiting reprogramming in front of you, you're not entirely sure what to do. Well... maybe you should...\n\n<hr>\n[[Reprogram her to be the perfect girlfriend for Ken.|Marei]]\n\n[[Reprogram her to be the perfect wife for Ken.|Marei]]\n\n[[Reprogram her to be the perfect love slave for Ken.|Marei]]\n\n[[Reprogram her to be the perfect love slave for you.|Marei]]\n\n[[Reprogram her to be a slave, period.|Marei]]

Hm. It might be best to bring Hinako over and approach her about this herself. You get along well enough with her mother, but there's a lot of potential complications there. Besides, you have several ideas on how you could smooth this out, ranging from simple ways to present your argument to some of your husband's old things from the basement. You'll need a day or so to get ready, but Hinako will still be there tomorrow.\n\nThe next day, once you've shooed Ken out of the house, you call up Hinako's mother and make up some excuse as to why you need the girl's help with something around the house. You're amazed that even the doorbell ringing somehow manages to sound shy, but when you open it there the girl is, already squirming a little under your gaze as if she were a bug under a microscope. "H-hi, Nyugyu-san," she murmurs, raising a hand just a little bit. She's very pretty, and reminds you of yourself at her age, right down to the haircut (though hers is purple), and the round hips, big butt, and D-cups, though she's tried to hide all three with baggy blue jeans and a dark purple t-shirt. After she takes off her shoes in the entryway, her pale grey eyes dart around nervously as you show her inside, as if worried people were going to leap out and start stuffing her with apples before roasting her.\n\n'This girl really needs to relax,' you can't help but think as you gesture for her to take a seat on the couch. "Thank you for coming over, Hinako, I appreciate it."\n\n"I-it's fine. U-um, but, I don't... know what you need my help with?" she points out, almost wincing as if afraid of sounding too forward.\n\nAlright, how to proceed?\n\n<hr>\n[[Explain your intentions.|Marei]]\n\n[[Try to loosen her up first.|Marei]]\n\n[[Use some 'audio stimulation'.|Marei5x2]]

"It's been awhile since I've done any serious swimming, especially something like that," you admit. "If we're going to try it, I think you've got to be the one to try the tunnel. I'll... stay behind and try to keep Mako occupied."\n\nSandra opens her mouth as if to say something, but then simply closes it and claps her hand to your shoulder, nodding. Yeah you really wouldn't know what to say to someone either if they offered to fuck a massive dragon-man so you could have a chance of escaping. She hesitates just a moment more, before making her way over to the deeper water, taking a few moments to breathe and prepare herself before diving beneath the surface. You can see her outline moving and wriggling, after only a moment of effort managing to slip through the bars and disappear into the darkness beyond. Unless you want to try to go after her, the decision is made... and since you weren't lying when you said it's been awhile since you did anything more than a handful of laps (mostly as a cooldown exercise), you're not eager to try it.\n\nInstead you try to take as much time as you dare about getting cleaned up and dripping dry, before setting off down the hallway, keeping your steps slow. Gotta give Sandra as much time as you can, after all, and once you show up alone the whole thing is likely to be revealed. Which is true in another sense as you step into the luxurious if antiquated chamber at the end of the hallway, decorated with an eclectic collection of art and sculpture lit mostly by torches along the walls. Specifically Lord Mako is sprawled on the massive bed, upper hands resting behind his head while one of his lower slides slowly up and down his powerful, scaly thigh, the other resting on his battleship-solid belly. Not that he was exactly fully dressed before, but he's now completely naked, showing off a pair of inhuman-seeming cocks laying sprawled beside each other along his belly and hip... they're as black as ink, with almost conical heads and short, blunt ridges running down the undersides of them. His spread legs show off the very large, scaly sack below the vestigial sheath his cocks emerge from, overfull enough you can actually see four faint bulges in it. His red eyes lock on you as you walk in, and for the moment he doesn't stop his lazy reactions, his only shift a slight twitch in the twin shafts which are already longer and thicker than any man's you've ever seen despite being nearly completely limp.\n\n"You look quite lovely, my new slave," he says in that low, smooth rumble, putting just enough emphasis on the last word to try and make you wince, which you barely avoid. "But alas, there seems to be only half the luscious fuckmeat on display that I was expecting. Where is my other new concubine, hm?"\n\n"Sandra was a little intimidated by your majesty, I think she decided to take some extra time to clean up," you answer, doing your best to keep your voice steady and your manner calm. You're not sure if you're overdoing it, though, considering you're probably either supposed to be excited by this or terrified. You're definitely the latter, and... okay maybe a little of the former, this situation is just so out there that you can feel a slight flush of your body that says at the very least an adrenaline rush is building.\n\nMako is silent, but his hand on his thigh gradually slows and stills. Then he unhurriedly rises from the bed, his movements smooth and fluid despite his mass, and begins making his way towards you. "'Intimidated by my majesty', is it?" he echoes dryly. And okay so yeah you could easily see how that would happen sincerely as he makes his way towards you, cocks swaying back and forth over the weightier wobbling of that scaly sack. With the two of you alone and no clothes involved, the sheer magnitude of him is all the more intimidating, especially as he comes to a stop a few feet in front of you, gazing down at you from that intimidating height as his cocks slowly but steadily harden, betraying the sort of plans he has for you.\n\n"... Yes," you murmur, torn between meeting that red gaze and trying to appear humble, but not quite wanting to look down because then you'd be staring at those jutting, inhuman shafts.\n\n"I see. And what about you, little human? Are <i>you</i> intimidated by... my majesty?" Mako continues, obviously enjoying himself now as his flat lips curl into a smirk.\n\n"... Some," you answer, swallowing hard, which you guess is the truth. You're still verbal, despite the monkey part of your brain wanting to scream and run and the lizard part of your brain wanting to turn and present.\n\nHe's silent again, and you're left standing there struggling not to quiver and wondering what you'll do if he decides to call for the guards to search for Sandra and take you away. Instead, he finally lets out a low chuckle. "Very well then. I suppose I'll have to make do with you then. The chains hanging from the ceiling over there, pet... go to them. Let us start things off with some... foreplay... since it seems like your fellow new concubine will be late in joining us," he rolls his shoulders... both sets... and flexes those big hands, and something about the slow, deliberate show of power strikes right to the heart of you and tries to make you crumble.\n\n<hr>\n[[Obey.|HellKore]]\n\n[[Submit.|HellKore]]\n\n[[Fight.|HellKore12x2]]

Deciding that shooting demons and disrupting rituals sounds sort of fun, you head for the (rather overdone but still neat-looking) mansion, trotting up the steps and expecting to find a lobby where you pick up your vest and lightgun or whatever and have the rules explained to you.\n\nInstead, the moment you step through the door everything goes dim. The room inside the entrance is purely done up as a 'haunted mansion' sort of place... big sweeping staircases, lopsided and swaying chandelier lit with ominous-looking candles, antique and brooding-looking furniture scattered about and in some cases overturned, the whole nine yards. You stare around, impressed by the dedication of the prop department, if nothing else. Then you yelp as someone grabs your wrist and yanks you to one side.\n\nYou wind up falling back against the wall to one side of the door, propped against it at an odd and somewhat uncomfortable angle. Your head is jarred down so you look at yourself, and you're distracted from the immediate wonder of who's grabbing at you to stare at yourself. You're now dressed in knee-high, silver-clasped boots, supple black leather pants, a button-up shirt of what looks like red silk, and a long black leather coat with a crimson lining. The reason you can't quite bend right is that you're also wearing some sort of heavy black corset garment around your middle... it doesn't seem to actually be compressing your waist or ribs or anything, but it <i>is</i> keeping you from bending properly (as well as giving you an impression of having more in the boob department than you actually have).\n\n"You're the new hunter the Syndicate sent, then?" The somewhat breathless words remind you that you were being manhandled, and you yank your gaze to the side to see a man, maybe in his late thirties or so, long rumpled hair and a somewhat scruffy growth of beard. He's dressed somewhat similarly to you, though his leather pants look a bit sturdier instead of being body-hugging, and instead of some corset getup he's got a double-breasted button-up vest. "Bit on the young side, but at this point I'm not one to turn down any help."\n\nYour eyes widen. "Oh my god, you're Sean Bean."\n\n"What? Never heard of him, name's Daniels, love," he mutters back, doing a quick wrench of his body to lift up and look over his shoulder, out the window that's to one side of him. "Did I hit your head when I pulled you down? Nevermind, listen, there may have been enough of a calm to let you get in here, but the Wulfen are going to press the attack any moment now."\n\n"Huh?" Wondering how you even got into these clothes, let alone why they started this simulation without explaining anything, you lift up a bit to peek out the window as well, expecting to just see the daylit area outside the attraction in Survivalland. Instead you see nothing but a very dark night, a large yard, a high and bent wrought iron gate, and a treeline beyond. That... has got to be some really good screen technology?\n\nBut however weird this is shaping up to be, first things first... this stupid corset-thing!\n\n<hr>\n[[Take the stupid thing off.|HellRise2x1]]\n\n[[Leave it for now.|HellRise1x1]]

"Wait, Leslie, please!" you say urgently as you stand up, reaching out to take gentle hold of her upper arms. "Listen, hey. Do you trust me?"\n\n"... I don't know, right now," Leslie murmurs, glancing away.\n\n"Hey." You gently turn her head back by cupping her chin, leaning in to kiss her softly. "You trusted me the other night, right?"\n\n"... Yes," she allows with a small sigh, bobbing her head.\n\n"Then gimme a little more trust. I just have a really good feeling about Grey, alright? I dunno why but I think if we do right by her she's gonna do right by us." Then you grin. "Besides, she's <i>really</i> hot, you'll like her."\n\nLeslie's quiet for a few moments, then huffs. "Fine." Then she glances down. "But I'm gonna go put on some pants."\n\n"Fair enough," you answer, finally rezipping and buttoning your own as she turns to walk off. Not long after she returns wearing her own pair of jeans, there's a knock at the door and you head over to admit the tall, toned woman, who proceeds to stroll into the living room as if it were her own. "Leslie, this is Grey."\n\n"... Hi," Leslie murmurs, eyes a little wide, cheeks just a bit pink. You're not sure if it's because she's agreeing with your assessment that Grey is really hot, or your assessment that Grey is obviously a werewolf. \n\n"Hi yourself, nice ta meetcha." Grey gives Leslie that wolfish grin, then shrugs out of her jacket and tosses it aside. "So, Cyan here tell you I'm a werewolf?"\n\n"Yeah," the petite tomboy admits, bobbing her head. "I'm not sure if I believe it, though."\n\n"Oh yeah? Cyan believes, though." Grey chuckles, then glances at you. "Or have you started havin' doubts?"\n\n<hr>\n[[You believe.|GGHH12x9]]\n\n[[Proof would be nice.|GGWW]]\n\n[[Does it matter?|GGWW]]

"So wait, wait wait, I think I did hear 'free car' somewhere in all this," you point out, eyes glittering.\n\n"I never said 'car'. I said there was a <i>vehicle</i> I could let you have. I also said, if you'll recall, your parents might actually kill me if I gave it to you." At your bright, sunny smile, he sighs heavily and shrugs. "Okay, okay, clearly you figure that's not your problem. And honestly I do kind of want to get rid of this thing... and I <i>kind of</i> have a way to spin it to your parents, so." He hesitates a moment more, then beckons. "Alright, grab your bag and let's go take a look."\n\nYou eagerly follow him back out of his office and through the showroom, leaving for the lot at large. The two of you head for a corner, with your eyes soon alighting on his apparent destination... and lighting up even further at the sight of the sleek, red vehicle with its thin half-dome shaped windscreen. "No <i>way</i>!"\n\n"Which is what I should be saying to you this moment, but," your uncle says dryly as you rush forward and, after only a brief glance at him, swing astride the motorcycle. It's obviously a 'crossover' style between a "crotch rocket" and one of the "long haul rider" types, with a larger body and wider wheelbase, but a sleek-ish design. It's almost like a Spider, just on an actual motorcycle base. \n\n"Seriously, this is the one I could drive off the lot today?" you ask happily, leaning back and forth a bit to look for the ignition, as if you could do it this minute.\n\n"I may have exaggerated slightly. See, my excuse to your parents is going to be that I handed you a completely nonfunctional pile of parts in the shape of a motorcycle. Because that's the truth," he adds, smirking a bit as much of the enthusiasm dies in your eyes. "Basically my defense is going to be that I never thought you'd get it working. Because none of my guys have been able to."\n\n"Uncle Duncan, c'moooon!" you complain as you smack a hand against one of the handlebars, scooting back on the almost annoyingly comfortable padded seat. "I'm an artist, not a mechanic!"\n\n"Look, we got this thing in a batch buy, and it's basically been a hunk of slag ever since, no one's been able to figure out what's wrong with it. At this point it's a piece of sculpture that kind of makes the lot look nice, but I'm tired of people asking about it and having to tell them it's nonfunctional. So look, I'll let you use a corner of the garage, you can have a crack at it... you're smart as hell, if you can figure out what it is, it's all yours. If not, guess I'll stick it in a storage shed and you can have another crack at it some other time, it'll be waiting for you."\n\n"... Okay, I guess," you say with a sigh, before trying to perk up and say a properly grateful-sounding, "Thanks." After all, it is basically a free motorcycle... <i>if</i> you can get it working. Once the two of you wheel it into a corner of the service garage, with you exchanging passing greetings with the other mechanics, you settle down with your phone and start searching youtube for bike repair tutorials. There's a youtube tutorial for everything, how hard can it be?\n\n"What ARE you?" you grumble angrily much, much later in the day, the sun starting to sink below the horizon outside. The other mechanics and, indeed, you're pretty sure all of the other employees have gone home already. Your uncle stopped in to check on you, but you imagine he's probably headed home too. You fired off a slightly terse text to your parents explaining you were at his dealership trying to learn about servicing motors, which was true enough, and might be late, though you're still not sure how late. At some point your stubbornness kicked in and you're now here mostly based on that.\n\nIt long ago became obvious that the whole bike was a custom job... you couldn't find anything that looked like the frame anywhere, and it doesn't have any markings or anything to indicate a manufacturer. Okay, that's fine, you've seen build shows on TV, that seems normal enough. The problem is that everything else seems to be custom too... as in, <i>from scratch</i>. There's no markings that you can find on the engine, which looks like it's either electric or some sort of hybrid, since there is a gas nozzle. You've had to look at basic of the basics videos to get ideas and from everything you've been able to find you've done everything possible, as well as probably finding a few things your uncle's mechanics didn't. It's not a physical problem with any of the parts as far as you can tell, it's not an electrical system problem, you've managed to rig a basic connection to the onboard computer and while it's not perfect you're getting green readouts there so... what the hell is wrong with it?!\n\nScowling at the motorcycle as you flump back to sit on the ground, feeling very grungy and covered in greese, you resist the urge to scratch your head with the socket wrench you're holding. You glance down at your (now rather stained and even torn in a few places, fuck) shirt, or more specifically your stomach as it lets out a loud growl, before bringing your glare back up to the glossy red source of your woes. 'Drive off the lot,' you think with a scoff.\n\n<hr>\n[[Give up.|GGMoto]]\n\n[[... One more try!|GGMoto1x1]]

As the wolves in your pussy and ass push in, knots swelling as they let out inhuman howls and start gushing cum into you, the one in your mouth pouring his own monster-sized load down your throat and the two at your sides giving you a hell of a cum-shower, you let your mind go white with the pleasure, losing any and all focus, just riding through the waves of climaxes as your body twists and bucks amidst the massive, furry fuck-machines you've created.\n\nWhen you come to your senses, you're laying sprawled on the grass, your body covered with cum, and still more of it dribbling out of your pussy and ass. You look around a little blearily, but see no sign of the wolves... and yet you hear snarls and howling from not too far in the distance. Pushing yourself to your feet and heedless of your naked, cum-dripping state, you make your way to the front yard to see what's happening.\n\nThat turns out to be quite a lot of werewolves running about the neighborhood... actually, it looks like more than there were originally, just at a quick glance. Well, not all of them are running around... not those who have caught people. One has hold of the legs of a cute young teenage girl dressed as Princess Jasmine and is pounding into her pussy through the tear in the crotch of her harem pants, stuffing her young pussy full of glistening red werewolf cock as her eyes roll and her tongue lolls. Another is nearby pounding the ass of what must be a father who was taking his kids trick-or-treating, only scattered candy pails and a few shreds of costume giving any indication of their presence. As you watch, the pair of werewolves throw back their heads and howl, jamming their knots into their victims... who quickly begin to swell and grow. The pretty little Jasmine outfit shreds to pieces as the girl's muscles swell and enlarge, big furry tits spilling out of the tattered top and a pointed red cock tearing through the front of the harem pants, the hermaphrodite werewolf snarling and clawing the ground, obviously eager to finish being knotted so she can bound off and find someone to slam her cock into. The assfucked father similarly swells and grows, turning into a fine, fit example of a dark-furred werewolf, the other male pulling out of his ass and obediently opening its muzzle as the transformed parent turns, stuffing its glistening red canine cock into that waiting maw and fucking it briefly. Then both males separate and bound off, no doubt eager to find more humans to rape and transform.\n\nYou can see that a few of the houses have already had their doors smashed down, and you can also faintly hear screams and howls in the distance... not just from this street. The sounds of sirens and other noises are far off in the distance as well, though some are growing nearer. Cautious, you step back and into the shadows of your house, watching as a police car pulls up and a male and female officer come spilling out, brandishing their pistols. Whether drawn by the sound or the blatant display of aggression, though, they attract every wolf in the immediate vicinity, who descend on them in a vast pack. The bullets that strike torsos and even a head don't so much as slow the werewolves down, the cops helpless as their uniforms are shredded and a pack of horny male and futanari werewolves descend on them, the pair of humans disappearing into the frenzy of fucking furry forms. When the gangbang is done, the wolves just dissipate... no humans left, though you've little doubt there's now another male werewolf and another hermaphrodite werewolf amongst them.\n\n"Well, you've really managed something big, huh, Myistress?"\n\nYou jump a little, then grin down sheepishly at Zane, raising a hand to tap at your cum-smeared cheek. "Oops?"\n\n"Eh. Things do tend to get out of hand on full moon Halloweens. Something like this was inevitably going to happen one day," the cat acknowledges, shrugging his feline shoulders, then continuing, "I could have wished it was something other than dogs, but oh well. But really this works out well for you, Myistress!"\n\n"Um?" You look out at the scene in front of you... which you can't help but find intensely arousing... then back at him. "Really?"\n\n"As the originator of this werewolf curse, you're completely immune. But every werewolf that spawns from it will lend you power. Why, if we open a few portals to other continents and send a handful of wolves through, it could go worldwide! You'd be the wickedest witch of all, and ruler of the entire planet! Of course, you might be lacking in conversation for a little while... but eventually the wolves' offspring will learn to speak and do some minor reasoning again, and you can afford to wait. With all that energy you'll be immortal... and able to command the loyalty of every werewolf on Earth!" He pauses, then flicks his tail. "Or, you know... you could try to come up with a countercurse and end it all, leaving it as some weird incident that will be covered up and whispered about for years."\n\nYou consider... briefly. Then you look a few doors down and across the street, through the large picture window of one of your neighbors, where you can see the whole family that lives there being gangbanged by werewolves, thick red cocks stretching asses and pussies, knots swelling and getting ready to pass on their heavy, transformation-cursed loads. Your hand wanders down to stroke your pussy a few times, before you grin down at Zane.\n\n"How about instead, we go inside and you turn back into a catboy, and after we have some fun you can start teaching me that portal spell."\n\n<hr>\n[[Game Over.|HollyWitch1axEnd]]

Hm... why not go Full Naughty™? Actually turning a person into a literal sex toy seems like it would be both a good test of the transformer device, and also probably the lewdest possible thing you could do with it! Heh, plus imagine leaving adventurers-turned-sextoys out for other adventurers to take as loot? Sure, your dungeon might start getting a really perverted reputation, but you might not mind that too much, hm? \n\nBut what to turn her into?\n\n<hr>\n[[Onahole.|GGDungeon]]\n\n[[Dildo.|GGDungeon]]\n\n[[Sex doll.|GGDungeon]]\n\n[[Dakimakura.|GGDungeon]]\n\n[[Lewd plushie.|GGDungeon]]

"Let's go ahead and take on the king," you assert. "I didn't come all this way to take up a desk job."\n\n"A point," Meridia allows. "But which one of us should face him? He doesn't look like a magic user so I or Liyal would have that advantage over him, but if he were able to properly close range with us we'd be in trouble. You or Kama would be more of a physical match for him."\n\n"Man I'd love to fight that guy," Kama muses, taking her own glance at the lion man and rather blatantly licking her lips. "But I wouldn't wanna steal a fight from any of you guys. Y'know, if you wanna push your own limits an' stuff."\n\n"Who should go?" Liyal just straight-up asks you, the other two (and Wick) looking at you as well.\n\n<hr>\n[[Liyal.|GGWar]]\n\n[[Meridia.|GGWar]]\n\n[[Kama.|GGWar]]\n\n[[You.|GGWar5x1]]\n\n[[A ringer.|GGWar4x3]]

"... Well that's pretty fuckin' neat," you find yourself saying despite your shock, staring with your eyes wide.\n\nGrey gives another little bark of laughter at that, shaking her head. "Shit, I like you more and more, Cy. You don't mind if I call you that, right?"\n\n"No, go ahead." You lean forward, staring at her as you look up and down. "So wait, you're saying you really turn into a-"\n\n"Mhm. Pretty much whenever I want, though it's practically a necessity on the night when the moon's the most full." She waves a hand a bit as she sits back again. "Other than that, I've got as much control over my form moving between human and wolf and how much as I want. But admittedly I'm a pretty old one, usually takes even longer than it took me to learn that stuff."\n\n"So you changed, and were out running in the woods, and saw..." You blush a little again.\n\n"You and that Leslie girl, yeah. She's really cute, hat's off to you. So are you two actually together, or...?" She trails off, rolling her hand in the air a bit to prompt you.\n\n<hr>\n[[You're girlfriends.|GGWW1x1]]\n\n[[You're sex friends.|GGHH12x5]]

You announce the deal you've found to your parents, and they agree you've done a good job planning for yourself and that Worldland seems a safe enough environment for you to vacation solo in. They give you some tips about what to do on the bus ride up that's part of the package, and they give you some extra spending money. That's pretty much it... they know you've already been taught what to do in various emergency situations, no need to try and drill it into your head again.\n\nSo several days later finds you on the light rail from the Worldland Hotel right to the center of the park... extra bonus of this package, absolutely no standing in line for admittance. You've worn jeans and a denim jacket in deference to the fact that it will be cool through the morning, a short-sleeved shirt that's black across the shoulders and sleeves and white across the main body in deference to the fact that it will warm up later, and sneakers because, well, that's what you also wear, but also you're going to be walking around all day. Never let it be said you don't think ahead.\n\nThe light rail disgorges you right into the center of the park, pretty much. There's a big statue of some horse character, apparently the park's main mascot, right in the middle of the big roundabout, and a sign with arrows pointing to the nearest areas, a larger map indicating where everything is. You peruse the areas, seeing what's close by to have a look at.\n\n<b>[[Toonland|toonlandstart]]</b>: You snicker a bit at the graphic next to the text, which shows the Flash racing Lightning McQueen. Either there are some heavy-duty licensing deals involved here or somebody thinks they're lawsuit-proof.\n\n<b>[[Animalland|AnimallandStart]]</b>: There's a little equine outline with black and white stripes across it on the sign. Huh, looks like Worldland must have its own zoo on the premises.\n\n<b>[[Horrorland|FHorrorlandStart]]</b>: There's a little ghost floating next to the text, its cartoon hands raised. Probably has haunted houses and rides with coffin-shaped cars and stuff like that.\n\n<b>[[Survivalland|SurvivallandStart]]</b>: That one has a somewhat more elaborate image of the upper half of a velociraptor busting through a window. You get the impression it's probably more action-themed activites... probably laser-tag and stuff like that.\n\n<b>[[Relaxland|RelaxlandStart]]</b>: There's an image of a couple (ambiguously gendered) holding hands and walking. It also has additional, smaller text reading 'Adult Guests Only'. Hm. But you do have an adult 'Full pass' that goes with your package deal, maybe that will be enough to get you in...\n\n<b>[[Wander around|FemWLWanderStart]]</b>: Nothing says you have to leap right into the themed activities, you can just mosey around the park and see what there is to see for awhile.

"A milkshake sounds good," you decide, having been out under Sol the Hateball earlier. \n\n"Lovely! This way please," Tandy chirps, moving around to the other arm of the counter where the ice cream freezer is kept. You quirk your eyebrows a bit as you notice her highbeams come on, but keep it to yourself as you make your way to stand over in front of her. "Alright, how there are three delightful new milkshake flavors to try. Since we can't have ice cream without cows, I've gone with a sort of dairy cow theme." She beams. "First up is the [[Triple Milk Shake|GGCandy]]. That's vanilla, dulce de leche, and sweet cream. It's a very mild, soothing flavor, perfect for making you forget your cares and worries."\n\nYou don't have that many cares and worries, as you figure it, but you nod all the same, since sometimes even you don't wanna be punched in the tongue with overwhelming flavors.\n\n"Next is our [[Jersey Devil Shake|GGCandy9x2]], made with the ice cream of the same name," Tandy continues, gesturing to one of the ice cream bins, which shows dappled red and brown ice cream. "A cute little pun for cherry and chocolate, since-"\n\n"It looks like a cow pattern but red, gotcha."\n\nTandy giggles, then says, "And lastly, there's the [[How Now Brown Cow Shake|GGCandy]], a sinful blending of different sorts of chocolate." She leans forward some, adding in a conspiratorial tone, "I considered calling it 'Brown Chicken Brown Cow', but I thought people wouldn't get it and would think there was chicken in it or something."\n\nYou grin, having caught the inflection in how she pronounced it, then consider. What to try...?

"I'll have a 'Jersey Devil' shake, I guess," you decide. Cherry and chocolate do sound really good together, after all. \n\n"Alright then! This will actually be the first time I've made one for a customer," Tandy confides as she bends down to open one of the storage compartments, tits jiggling and nipples showing stiffly through the fabric as she straightens up holding a frosted milkshake glass and a metal tumbler. "Oh, don't worry, it's not the first one I've made at all," she adds, apparently having noticed your dubious expression. She smiles as she slides the ice cream door open and snags a scoop. "It's just that to preserve the proper flavor and look is a slightly intensive process. Please be a little patient with me."\n\nIndeed, once she's scooped several large balls of the red-and-brown splotched ice cream into the tumbler, she carries it over to the back counter and spends a few minutes carefully measuring out little dribbles of what look like, well, milk, but from different containers. Only once all of that's been carefully added does she add a generous splash of actual milk and tuck it under the mixer, holding onto the tumbler as the machine whirs (and sending almost imperceptible tremors through her tits and ass... geez, she's gonna have a lot of horny guys getting fat off of milkshakes at this rate). You do have to wonder just what the big deal is that requires all this preparation... until she finally pours the tumbler into the (still) frosted mug and it comes out still red-and-brown splotched instead of a solid reddish brown.\n\n"Whoa," you murmur in an impressed tone as she snags a straw.\n\n"I think you'll like it," she says cheerfully, pausing as she's about to put the straw in. "Oh dear, I actually forgot to ask if you wanted this here or to go. While obviously I'd rather you drink it here so I can hear your commentary, I really won't keep you if you'd rather drink it at home."\n\n<hr>\n[[Drink it here.|GGCandy9x3]]\n\n[[Get it to go.|GGCandy10x1]]

Visions of furiously masturbating teenagers dancing in your head, you turn and head up the stairs, already completely untying your altered pajama pants as you go. You let them drop to the floor of the hallway as you head towards Madelyn's room, letting your thick, stiff prick wag in the air ahead of you as you ease the door open. She's still going at it, once again laying on her back, legs spread wide and one hand between them, the other twisting and tugging at one of her nipples. She doesn't even notice you until you're at the side of the bed, and her eyes go wide, mouth opening and closing in shock a few times as her brain struggles to reconcile the presence of a stranger in her home with the fact that the stranger has large tits and an equally large cock, and is dressed so seasonally that she actually squeaks out "S-Santa?!"\n\n"You've been a very naughty girl, Madelyn, but Santa's decided to give you a present anyway," you coo as you clamber onto the bed and on top of her, snagging her wrists and pinning them to the pillow above her head. Your still-covered tits mash against her pert bare ones as you slide into position on top of her, her gasps and squeaks of surprise and (rather mild) protest sounding in your mouth as you plunder her own mouth with your tongue. Moving as naturally as if you'd been fucking cute horny teenage girls for years, you scoot your lower body forward, hips moving to slide the tip of your prick into place. She's tight, obviously virginally so, but so wet that you still have no problems pushing your fat cock inside her, feeling that molten little pussy clutch and tremble around you much as her body is bucking and trembling beneath you. Her protests have already turned to lewd moans and she's sucking at your tongue eagerly by the time you're only halfway in.\n\nHalf trusting to some Santa sound-muffling magic and half just not caring, you begin pumping your hips hard and fast, driving more into her with each thrust until you're deep-dicking the naughty girl, the bed rocking and squeaking beneath you as you do. Madelyn quickly starts proving herself worthy of both the nice and naughty lists by wrapping her legs around you and moving her hips to meet yours, obviously a fast learner at being a good little slut for big throbbing cocks. Moaning shamelessly, you draw your mouth off hers to lean in towards her ear, whispering, "Mmm, this is what you get for being on the naughty list, Madelyn, so you better be on the naughty list every year from now on!"\n\n"Oh God, oh yes, oh fuck!" she gasps out as you continue pounding her into the mattress. "Fuck me, Santa, show me what a naughty girl I am!" her heels press against your plump ass and drive you against her all the more enthusiastically, her body shuddering underneath you and pussy clenching around your jolly old elfcock as she cums, soaking your balls as they slap against her taint.\n\n"Ho! Ho! Hoooooo!" you groan as you thrust hard three more times, on the last grinding inside her as you start spilling a very thick load into the quivering, mewling teenager's tight little cunt, her thighs squeezing around you. Even as she slumps to the bed, panting, and you slide out of her, you know you're definitely not done stuffing her stocking yet. The girl gives a squeak as you flip her over, using your gloved hands to spread her perky little asscheeks apart and bare her pucker. Drawing one hand back, you use it to aim your prick right at that pucker... luckily a mixture of your cum and hers (and perhaps a bit of magic) seems to be plenty sufficient lubricant, her asshole spreading open around you, the girl trembling and twisting her hands in the sheets as you slide your fat Santa-stick right up her chimney. You lean forward over her, tits pressing against her back as you begin pumping your hips, pressing her body under yours as you once again drive her into the mattress, just this time face-down. You lick and nibble her ear, making her mewl, feeling her ass clench around you as you whisper, "Even if you're naughty, Santa still loves you and is going to give you lots of nice presents!"\n\nAnd soon you're giving her a nice present indeed, another thick load of cum right in her previously virgin ass. Sliding out of her, you stand up from the bed and enjoy a look at your handiwork... Madelyn, laying face-down on her pillow, arms flopped at her sides and limp body still twitching a bit with aftershock orgasms, pussy and ass both gaping a bit and thoroughly glazed with thick white cum. Whether through your debauchery or the fact that you've just relaxed and decided to go with the flow, you find your Santa abilities coming to you almost without thought. With a snap of your fingers and a wiggle of your nose, a handful of wrapped presents appear next to Madelyn's bed... an assortment of sex toys, slutty underwear, and a video camera. Feeling refreshed and filled with good will towards man, you trot back out into the hall, snapping your fingers again to return your pants to their place on your body, your cock still a half-hard bulge under the satin.\n\nFrom the smirk Rudy gives you when you return to the rooftop, you think he must have at least some idea of what you did, but apparently doesn't see fit to comment... though several of the other reindeer hold their hands out for congratulatory palm-slaps as you pass. Climbing into the sleigh, you take hold of the reins and give them a little flick. "On Rudy, on Studly, on Slammer and Pounder!"\n\nYou arrive at the next house, Rudy giving you a brief rundown of the handful of children that live there, all of them on the Nice list and most too young to be enjoyably Naughty if they weren't. You do a check with Santavision and find them all properly asleep in their beds... but a little nudge has you directing your thoughts to the living room. There you spot the woman of the household, sitting on the couch wrapped in a quilt with a mug in hand. She's a pretty, dark-haired thing, full of breast and hip although not particularly old herself, and rather than relying on Rudy, you find you can now mentally check your 'records'. Brenda is her name, and she's been single and dateless for the last three years since her husband passed in a tragic pecan-shelling accident. She's quite the good mother, though with your recent activities you can still practically smell the sexual frustration wafting off of her. Oh wait, you can! Santavision now comes with smellovision! Wait, you actually can smell something else too...\n\n"Hmmmm," you comment aloud.\n\n"Hm?" Rudy prompts.\n\n"Brenda is right by the fireplace, and apparently intends to pull an all-nighter... that's coffee in her cup. She won't be going to sleep any time soon," you note.\n\n"You seem to be getting a better handle on your Santa powers... you can try making her get drowsy and nod off anyway," the glowing-nosed reindeer notes helpfully. "Happens all the time, whether it's a kid or an adult, they think they're perfectly capable of staying up all night and yet mysteriously nod off for a few hours. Once you've put her to sleep with Santa magic, pretty much nothing short of a bomb going off will wake her up."\n\n<hr>\n[[Put Brenda to sleep.|HollyXmas]]\n\n[[Nah, just go on down and fuck her.|HollyXmas9x2]]

"Mm, better not. It is kinda dark and stuff out here," you say with a glance around, then grin at her, amused at her embarrassed look as you slip your hand out of her pants and give your fingers a light lick. "Maybe sometime soon though, yeah? We've still got time this summer."\n\nShe nods eagerly, then blushes again as she fastens her shorts back. After you've collected the lantern and the two of you set off back to the house, Leslie reaches out to snag your hand, giving it an affectionate squeeze, and only letting go once you're almost back across the lawn. The two of you meet back up with the boys, and spend the rest of the night yakking and doing some light drinking, mostly passing the time and talking about how not-spooky the house turned out to be. Every so often you'll catch Leslie glancing at you with a rather gooey expression on her face, and each time you do you give her a grin, making her blush and go silent for several minutes as she squirms and her nipples stiffen under her shirt again.\n\nEventually the four of you head home. You exchange several rather general texts with Leslie about 'what a fun time' it was (she seems worried someone might see them) before bed. The next day is largely normal and quiet... you don't hear from Leslie and figure she doesn't want to come off as overeager and clingy, which is fine with you. It's not until later that evening, as you're sitting clicking away at one of your games, when anything strange happens. Specifically, your bedroom window slides open, despite your bedroom being on the second floor.\n\nYou blink and look over as a woman finishes swinging in through the window and straightening up. She's fairly tall, with shaggy hair that comes down past her shoulderblades, and despite looking like she's only in her twenties it's silver-colored, shot through here and there with patches of black. She's wearing a red tubetop over her large breasts, leaving her defined abs bare, as well as a leather jacket and battered, torn blue jeans that hug her powerful-looking legs and taut ass (as you saw when she was swinging in). She stretches for a moment, then fixes yellow(?!) eyes on you. \n\n"Hoo! Geez, kid, don't you leave the house normally? I've been waiting all day, finally got bored."\n\n<hr>\n[[Scream.|GGWW]]\n\n[["... The fuck?"|GGHH12x3]]

* <b>Main</b>: Decided Jamie's PeopleSlider had too much overlap with MeistroComp's concept and replaced it with the [[MentaGuide|QONile2x1]]. (May add it back in if I ever get some really good ideas for it.)\n* More of Jamie exploring Sandra's Shell.\n* <b>Main:</b> Jamie can fantasize about [[being a girl|QODS3x1]] after getting called on to dogsit again.\n* <b>Main:</b> December is now a season available to [[Buddy|BuddyStart]].\n* <b>Main:</b> Monk Cyan can [[wait for Bellweather to wake up|GGMonk5x4]] the morning after.\n* <b>Main:</b> Jamie can now [[meet Joshua for lunch|QOSchool6x1]].\n* <b>Main:</b> The [[magical kingdom|QONile7x1]] is now available for Jamie to buy on Nile.\n* <b>Main:</b> Mike now has a new (and available) option after making the Fast Felipe's animatronics [[horny|MikeFiesta1x2]].\n* More of Jamie and Joshua.\n* Fixed Jamie's last name in the King Jamie plotline. I'll be able to remember the names I've given my characters one of these days.

"Okay, okay!" you say, waving your other hand. "Fine, you're right, you're... you're giving me a softball, fine, thank you!"\n\n"Good, glad you're seeing sense," Sinnamon coos. "Well, I'll leave you to get to work, then!" she adds before the pentagram stops spinning and the bar lines go flat.\n\n... Fuck. How did you wind up agreeing to <i>participate</i> in your own torment? ... Because the curse, Sinnamon, whatever it wants to call itself, made it clear it was either play along or it could do much worse to you. Dammit.<<set $safehours to 1>><<set $corruption to "0">>\n\nWell. Might as well get started. After a brief hesitation, you head back to your room, setting down both the now cursed phone and the book, then peel off your shirt, B-cups jiggling a bit as they're freed. You hesitate over whether it likely wants you to use your own phone for the selfie or the cursed one, but the answer seems fairly obvious. (And if Sinnamon was telling the truth, putting the picture on your own phone wouldn't be keeping it out of her clutches at all.) You pick up the cursed phone again and minimize the app, and find that yes, the Camera app has appeared on the screen as well. You open the camera, then just hold it out enough to get only your chest in the shot, and take a quick picture before flicking back to the Bounty Board app.\n\n... It's not crossed out. Though it now reads "Take a <u>sexy</u> selfie". Grrrr.\n\nTaking a deep breath, you lift the phone up to an angle so that it can see your face as well as looking down on your tits, the angle more than sufficient to show your complete nudity, including the curve of your bare hip and legs, even if your actual pussy is hidden. You do your best to poke your tongue out a bit and make a cute face while poking the button, the camera click sounding much louder and more satisfied this time. And sure enough, when you switch back to the bounty board:\n\n`[x] Take a sexy selfie<<set $safehours += 8>>\n[] Go outside naked\n[] Spank yourself\n[] Put something in your butt'\n\nAnd on the main screen, the Non-Cursed hours now reads seven hours and fifty-nine minutes. Yeesh, so it starts counting down immediately, huh? You guess that means that at least Sinnamon won't mess with you while you're doing the rest of her "bounties".\n\nYou waffle a bit, then sigh... no point getting dressed or putting it off. While your parents are out and everyone else should be at work is likely the best time you're gonna get other than the middle of the night. You pad downstairs naked, admittedly already feeling just a bit of a rush just from walking around the house in the nude. You head to the back door and, after a bit more hesitation, open it and step out into the sun.\n\nSomehow the warmth on your bare skin really emphasizes just how naked and revealed you are. You can feel your cheeks heating even more as you blush, quickly looking around... no sights or sounds of anyone out in their back yards, and the fence would be in the way anyway, hopefully. You look down at the app, waiting expectantly. After a few seconds of it not updating, you take a deep breath and walk several long strides further out into the yard and away from the shelter of the house, more fully baring yourself to the outside air. Again, for a few moments nothing happens... then:\n\n'[x] Take a sexy selfie\n[x] Go outside naked<<set $safehours += 8>>\n[] Spank yourself\n[] Put something in your butt'\n\nBreathing a heavy sigh of relief, you of course immediately turn to rush inside... and notice, out of the corner of your eye, the curtains in one of the second story windows of a neighbor drop. Your face going even more red, you bolt into the house at a run, trying not to even think of which of the neighborhood kids or sweet old people or who else it might have been that saw you, and convince yourself it was just the air conditioning running.\n\nBack inside you tremble a little with excitement and embarrassment, feeling a distinct desire to get dressed again. ... But, one more thing to do to insure yourself an entire day free of being cursed. You head back upstairs to your bedroom, skin still feeling warm and flushed with a mixture of even those few brief moments fully exposed to the sun, the embarrassment, and admittedly some thrill. You set the phone on the bed with the bounty board app open, then lean forward onto your left hand, bringing the right up... and giving yourself a rather tepid smack on the butt.\n\nYou watch the screen, but aren't surprised when the third listing doesn't tick off. You have to admit, you wouldn't have given someone credit for that being a spanking either. Taking a deep breath and forcing yourself to get serious, you bring your hand down on your own ass much more swiftly, actually getting a decent <i>smak!</i> this time and making yourself yip just a bit. But firming your resolve, you continue to bring your hand down in good firm strikes, spanking your own butt until you've got a handful of pink handprints marking the right side.\n\n'[x] Take a sexy selfie\n[x] Go outside naked\n[x] Spank yourself<<set $safehours += 8>>\n[] Put something in your butt'\n\nYou let out a sigh as the listing finally increments, wincing just a little and rubbing your rear gently as you straighten up. Good. Okay. Sinnamon was right about that... as embarrassing (and possibly rumor-starting) as that was, it didn't take long at all, and now you have a whole day safe from the curse.\n\n... So should you do the last one? She did say that they were all worth eight hours, that would give you a bit more of a buffer. ... She also said that she would give you rewards for going the extra distance and clearing the whole bounty board for a day. Rewards that could help you do the bounties in the future, which... seems like a good idea? If you're going to have to do this sort of stuff every day, and she's just going to keep ramping things up on you, it's probably best to start building that buffer and get those rewards when it's not so... costly... to get them. ... And it's just putting something in your butt.\n\nAlthough, wouldn't that sort of be like giving in right from the start? Admitting you're going to play Sinnamon's game rather than just holding out until you can figure something better out? ... Maybe not, but it kind of feels like it...\n\n<hr>\n[[Settle for 24 hours.|GGCCDayOne2]]\n\n[[Clear the board.|GGCCDayOne3]]

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

"... Thank you," you say after a moment, glancing down. "You're right, I... I don't know what's going on and I do need your help, so... thank you."\n\nPaladin looks at you for a moment, then lets out a rather gusty sigh for an android and shakes her head. "Okay, okay, no need to mope. I just get a little testy when I'm questioned. Don't worry," she says in a more gentle tone. "We'll find Ethan. They won't really hurt him if they're trying to hold him hostage as the Prince of Space... they do, they can not only kiss their reward goodbye, but they'd bring too much heat on themselves. So even if it takes us some time to find him, he'll be okay."\n\nSome of the tension in your chest relaxes a bit, and you nod. "That's good to hear."\n\n"No problem. ... Might want to get dressed now."\n\nYou blink, then blush brightly as you nod, covering yourself with your arms briefly before realizing you need them to get dressed. As you pull your clothes back on, you keep feeling that pressure and the new feel of something brushing against your clothes as you pull them on running down the full length of your spine. Are those... really in there forever?\n\n"Yes," Paladin answers, making you jump a bit as you finish pulling on your shoes. She seems to hesitate briefly before adding, "Unfortunately I couldn't exactly warn you without my cognitive functions online, but the neural implant is not only permanent, but it's linked to my... the ship's... systems permanently as well. You won't be able to leave again, at least not permanently."\n\n"I..." You blink a few times, your face paling. "Wait, you mean I'm stu-" You swallow, then decide to rephrase. "I need to stay on this ship for the rest of my life?"\n\n"Unless you forge a neural link with a different system, yes. Otherwise there's a limited amount of time you can be away from the <i>Paladin</i>, and a limited amount of distance. It's not really short, but... well, we're together for the rest of your life, like you said," Paladin adds. She hesitates briefly again before saying in a genuinely sympathetic voice, "Look, I'm sorry. Normally people from these systems know about these sorts of things, so the simplified AI wouldn't know to warn you before doing the high-level implantations."\n\n"... Well," you say after a moment, finishing putting your sneakers back on. "If it's what it takes to save Ethan. I'll figure out what to do next once we have him back."\n\nPaladin nods once. "Alright." She looks back to the screen, then says, "I'm going to move about the area to see if I can pick up any more signs of jump activity. You should probably have a seat and try to relax."\n\nYou nod wearily, moving to sink into the pilot's seat again after a wary glance to make sure the middle panel shows no signs of opening again. It's hard to try and relax, both with the realization that Ethan's out there somewhere scared and alone, and with the sensation of your new permanent spine implants reminding you of your own apparent fate every time you move around a bit. But eventually you settle a bit, watching the stars move around on the screen.\n\n"Alright, I think I have something," Paladin says eventually, displaying the vague outline of a tunnel on the screen in yellow light. "There are more jump particles in this area, and the angle of their movement would line up with them heading to the Araktu system. It's a free port and a popular one too... it would be easy for them to get lost in the incoming traffic and take Ethan to any number of places on Araktu 4 to keep him."\n\n"Oh no," you murmur, even as you feel relief at the idea that you might have found where he's been taken.\n\n"It's a pretty tough place," Paladin allows. "We'll have to look for clues to who kidnapped him, which will be even more difficult considering that we'll stick out like a cybernetic thumb, and I can only leave the ship for a few hours at a time." She hesitates, then adds, "We may want to consider taking a detour first. Now I can feel what you're thinking," she hurries to add as you stiffen. "But remember, they're not going to hurt him. We have some time to do this right."\n\n"... So what are you suggesting?" you ask slowly.\n\n"We can divert to the Ultanis system. It's another free port but a more, let's say, upstanding one, as much as there is such a thing. We can take on some local crew, who would be much more likely to know how to navigate a place like Araktu 4. It might take a day or two, and we wouldn't exactly be able to lure the cream of the crop since right now all we can offer is room, board, and a cut of future spoils, but by the numbers it gives us a much better chance of rescuing Ethan unharmed, even if it takes longer."\n\n<hr>\n[[Divert to Ultanis.|SGSci]]\n\n[[No, we have to hurry.|SGSci]]

... Look, Arachne will be fine, right? She can probably just... warp out, or at least take on a few low-level monsters on her own. Right now you've got to think of yourself, and how to survive on your own.\n\nYou glance around nervously at the other obviously confused players-turned-adventurers, then decide to hurry off to be by yourself. You have no idea if the restrictions against fighting in town still work, and don't want to be there when someone goes crazy and tries to find out. What if the restrictions aren't in place and there aren't any guardians to smite people who attack others in town? What if the town isn't even a safe zone anymore and monsters could come rushing in at any time? You need to find somewhere to hunker down and figure things out.\n\nYou make your way to part of the town that's sparsely-traveled due to previously having nothing but a bunch of cosmetic buildings, and find one that you can settle down in the corner of. You open your menu and spend a bit of time going through it... looks like none of your custom macros or traybind icons came with you, so fighting could be a real chore if you had to try it. You definitely made the right call not going. ... Arachne'll be fine. You have to worry about you. You notice that there's an option for friend and guild chat and consider trying it, then quickly shake your head... you have no idea what the state of Pladium is or what's going on there, but you bet it's gonna be bad. No, you can't get dragged into that. You hesitate only briefly, then click the 'Leave Guild' button and turn off IMs.\n\nYou spend the next several hours going over the resources in your inventory and pondering various options of what to do. You're still not sure when you make your way out of the building, but it's getting dark and surprisingly cold, and you really don't want to spend the night out here. You make your way to the inn, glancing around and watchful all the while, feeling a sense of relief once you're in the wooden entry room with its fire crackling away. Hurrying to the NPC at the desk, you say, "Yeah, one room, please."\n\n"Sorry, full up."\n\n"W-wha?" you blink repeatedly. "What do you mean, full?!"\n\n"All our rooms went really fast tonight," he replies with a shrug.\n\nYou wince and hang your head. When Elder Tale was just an MMO, you only needed to rent a room to either heal and cure status effects, or if you wanted a 'rested' bonus from your time logged out, and the room would become available again when you logged out, so it was practically impossible for an inn to ever "fill up". But now people are actually using the rooms, and even if Devle wasn't super densely populated before, obviously the inn filling up would be one of the first things that happened. Stupid stupid stupid! You should have headed for the inn first thing!\n\n<hr>\n[[Try to find somewhere else to stay.|GGET]]\n\n[[Sleep outside.|GGET]]\n\n[[Try to bargain with the innkeeper.|GGET]]

You snort a bit at the signs. Seriously? They're going to begrudge the lost sale of one or two pieces of candy? It's not like you're going to spit it back out into the bin or eat a pound of the stuff just to try it out. Sidling yourself a bit further between the aisles and keeping an ear out should whoever that is at the front decide to come check who's walked in, you glance around at the bins for good potential candies to sneak a piece of. Let's see, nothing in noisy or crinkly wrappers, nothing that's going to take forever to eat...\n\n<hr>\n[[Gummi Bear.|GGCandy1x2]]\n\n[[Gummi Worm.|GGCandy]]\n\n[[MILK duds.|GGCandy1bx1]]\n\n[["Pill" candy.|GGCandy1ax1]]\n\n[[Gum.|GGCandyPlaceholder]]

Well, you're here and you've found it... simple or not it seems like your best chance. You do another quick check around to make sure the coast is clear, then go scurrying across the street, passing through the open gate and into the church itself.\n\nIt's pretty plain in here, at least as far as the building and furnishings go. There's not even a pulpit or whatever, just a sort of raised little stage thing at the front ahead of rows of simple wooden benches. The only thing that does kind of look expensive are the bunch of statues on simple wooden shelves along the walls, in all sorts of materials ranging from marble to gold to plastic. (Huh, do they have plastic in fantasy? You guess they do. Everyone's got plastic, after all.) You've only been standing there a minute when a woman about your own age comes sort of... wandering... out of the back. You wonder if she just woke up or if she's a bit of a space case, because her shaggy, fluffy black hair looks like it hasn't been combed at all, and her dark brown eyes have a sort of pleasant but slightly distant look like she's out of it. You can't tell many details about her body since she's wearing very baggy white robes. "Hello, hi hi hi," she chirps in greeting, raising a hand and giving you a wave.\n\n"Uh... hi," you answer, almost as weirded out by her complete lack of reaction to you being naked as you are awkward at standing in front of her naked, albeit still kind of hunched down and covering yourself.\n\n"Welcome to the Church of Living Change." She gives you a bright, if still slightly addled-seeming smile, before adding, "I'm Cocoa, how can I help you?"\n\n"Uh, well, I um, I tried to go with these guys to do, you know, adventurer stuff, but then they stole all my stuff including my clothes and left me in the middle of nowhere," you explain, blushing in both embarrassment and anger, and more of both when you realize that you can see exactly how far down your blush goes.\n\n"Oh gosh, well that was mean of them," Cocoa says, frowning slightly and tilting her head a bit to one side.\n\n"Y-yeah. So I kind of need some help. ... I'm naked?" you note, since she doesn't seem to have clued in.\n\n"... That's a problem?" she asks, tilting her head to the other side.\n\nGrinding your teeth and resisting the urge to just jump on her and throttle her, you hiss out, "Yesss, it's a problem! Everyone can see my... my everything! My nipples, my pussy, they're just hanging out, among other things that's <i>kind</i> of a problem!"\n\n"Oh!" Cocoa's eyes light up and her head lifts, her ears almost visibly perking. "Oh I could do something about that! I have magic for that!"\n\n"... Magic for that?" you echo, confused.\n\n"Yeah yeah, I have magic for that! Oh or I guess I could just give you some robes?" she adds, frowning slightly again. "But those are for people who join the church. Oh, you could join the church! And get a cool Medallion of Change like me!" she says, fumbling at her neck and drawing out a circular medallion made of numerous different bands of metal all woven together chaotically. "It's super neat!"\n\n"You just... give those out?"\n\n"Yeah I guess! I mean I thiiiink that's what Miss Priestess said?" Cocoa taps a finger against her cheek as she glances upward, then 'oh's. "Or I guess you could just wait for Miss Priestess, she'll be back tomorrow, if you wanna just sleep and wait. That's okay! Sleeping is good," she adds in an almost conspiratorial whisper.\n\n<hr>\n[[Have her use magic.|LSFight1x9]]\n\n[[Get some robes. And the medallion?|LSFight2x1]]\n\n[[Wait for the priestess.|LSFight]]

You really just want this taken care of quick, and preferably without joining a cult or whatever. "Yeah sure fix it with magic, go ahead," you urge.\n\nCocoa waits for a second almost expectantly, then just nods repeatedly. "Okay! Here we go!" she says, taking the medallion in both hands and squinting, her nose wrinkling as she obviously concentrates.\n\nAlmost immediately you can feel a tingling all over your body, and you blink as you wonder if that's supposed to be normal. You look down at yourself... and yelp as you realize that white fur is sprouting all over your boobs. You fling your hands apart to stare down at yourself and realize it's happening everywhere, just that the fur on your sides and along your arms and legs is a more orange color, with black growing in. "W-what?! Hey!" you protest, but it's happening too fast, you can feel something pushing its way out of your lower back and your ears reshaping, and even some weird pressure in your mouth and tongue, even some in your nose. There's a quick, sharp piercing sensation in your fingertips, and you stare down at them as claws slide out, apparently having replaced your fingernails since your fingers are covered entirely with fur now. In a matter of moments your new tail is lashing behind you, your more feline-like ears giving a twitch as you let out a yip of dismay at the sight of your orange fur and stripes. "You've turned me into a furry!"\n\n"No silly I turned you into a tiger lady!" Cocoa says with a giggle, letting the medallion drop back to her chest. "You said it was bad that everyone could see your bits so now those are covered! Plus you have claws so you're armed, grrrr," she adds cheerfully, curling her fingers and making a brief fierce face, before smiling airily. "Plus tigers are pretty."\n\nYou open and close your mouth a few times, then look down at yourself. Sure enough, your fur does completely cover your nipples, and your pussy, making your breasts and crotch look just as smooth and furry as the rest of you. You guess technically you got the problem you told her you had solved... technically.\n\nWhile you're still sort of reeling from that, Cocoa says, "Oh, oh! Yeah, we're supposed to ask for, like, donations or some sort of payment for our services, yeah! ... Oh right you got all your stuff stolen. ... Oh that's okay! Miss Priestess said that you can do it in trade!" Your jaw goes slack as Cocoa parts her robes in front of her crotch... revealing a smooth, hairless, slender, and almost pretty dick that's steadily hardening until it's pointing right at you. "You can suck on this and that would be fun!"\n\n<hr>\n[["... Catch you later."|LSFight]]\n\n[["... Eh sure why not."|LSFight]]\n\n[["EW GROSS!"|LSFight1x10]]

"Let's go check out the basement," you say with a wicked grin, snatching up one of the electric lanterns. You try to hold it up so that it casts shadows on your face, but only succeed in almost clonking yourself on the chin. "Can't be idiot teenage girls in a haunted house without checking the basement!"\n\nLeslie laughs, probably more at your almost collision with your own lamp than at your joke. But she too grabs one of the lights, and the two of you start wandering around in search of the basement door. You soon find a doorway that opens up into darkness and a set of bare wooden steps down. Carefully testing the top step with a few presses of your foot, you judge it likely safe enough and head down, hearing the boards groan almost melodramatically under your shoe soles. "Keep an eye out for a pullstring or a lightswitch or something, there's gotta be some lights down here somewhere."\n\n"I'm not sure about that," Leslie murmurs sardonically, though at least her enthusiasm doesn't seem to have disappeared. She remains close behind you, the boards not creaking quite as much beneath her smaller frame (that is definitely what it is, your butt has not been bigger lately, seriously). "Man, is it a long way down or what? How deep is this basement?"\n\n"Well the house is like, really old... maybe they needed it deep under the ground to keep stuff cold, when it was first built," you offer in reply. Now that you mention it, a little chill does run through you, making you wish you'd worn a jacket. But finally you feel the solid thump of concrete under your feet instead of the slight bend of wood, and you take a few steps onto real floor. The basement certainly isn't ritzy or plush like the house above must have been at one time... it looks a lot like the basements you've been in in lots of other houses, with visible wood slats on the ceiling and a flat grey floor. About all that can be said is that at least the ceiling is high enough that it doesn't contribute to claustrophobia... though when you lower your lantern even a little, the ceiling disappears into shadow, giving it a rather creepy vibe all of its own.\n\n"So far looks like we're more likely to find a rusty hammer and maybe a saw with missing teeth than any demons," Leslie notes ruefully, though you think you hear just a thread of tension in her own voice too. Maybe it's because despite the fact that the basement is large enough that it might even cause a bit of echo normally, it seems like the sound of her voice gets swallowed up the moment it leaves the somewhat wan light of the two electric lanterns.\n\n"Let's go a little further back, I think..." You start, but trail off into silence. Man, that really is a pretty spooky effect, especially hearing it happen to your own voice. Still, it's probably just a trick of accoustics, and you're not too worried as you head further into the basement, Leslie following gamely after you. Soon you can just barely see the outlines of tall wooden wine racks and storage shelves. "Hey, those were in the movie. Which means the whole 'demon ritual' must have been right around..."\n\n"Yeah, I almost just stepped in a candle, in fact," Leslie says sheepishly, doing a little hop before pointing down. "Look, it's <i>exactly</i> like the movie, they must've just left it this way and it's been sitting here ever since." Both of you lower your lanterns, and there it is... a pentagram spray-painted on the floor. It's faded into a sort of greyish-pink color, but it's definitely the exact same one that was in the movie, as are the burned-low candles arrayed around the edge of it. Leslie straightens and trots over to the side where there's a worktable, and laughs in delight. "Check it out, they even left one of their props!" she declares, holding up a red leather-bound book.\n\n"Ooo, lemme see!" You hurry over, doing your own half-hop over one of the candles (you could just step over it, but why?). You set your lantern down on the worktable, then take the book from Leslie, starting to flip through it. "Man, they totally don't make props like this anymore. This thing is all written out, fully illustrated. Y'know in the Evil Dead series, the Necronomicon only had like four pages that just repeated over and over again? Not this thing. I can't believe someone just left this here, even if it's just from some lame movie no one ever heard of, it'd be worth something to somebody." You turn the book a little and point. "See? This is the incantation they used in the movie, it's all written out, they wouldn't have even needed to memorize it."\n\nLeslie looks for a minute, then grins and fishes a lighter out of her pocket. Leaving her own lantern on the worktable, she finds the nearest candle and squats to light it, before sort of crab-shuffling over to the next one. "I have got a great idea."\n\n"Huh?"\n\n"Let's do it! That demon possession ritual from the movie!" Leslie giggles a bit as she continues lighting the ring of candles, the flickering light just barely managing to illuminate all the bits of the pentacle nearby. "It'll be a scream, we can record it on one of our phones, and then if we can find a copy of that movie, we'll splice them together one after the other or something, make for a great youtube video."\n\nYou've gotta admit, that <i>does</i> sound like something amusing to show everyone who wasn't here. Even if it's not a famous movie, recreating a scene from it with the actual props and in the actual place it was filmed is an exciting idea. Still... something in the back of your brain itches at you, saying that this just seems like a bad idea on some level. On the previous hand, Leslie <i>does</i> seem pretty enthusiastic, it'd suck to basically start off the evening by squashing her fun idea...\n\n"There," Leslie announces, finishing lighting all the candles while you're busy considering. She tucks her lighter back in her pocket, then grins at you. "So who's gonna stand in the circle and act possessed, and who's gonna do the reading?"\n\n<hr>\n[[You'll stand in the circle.|GGHH6x1]]\n\n[[She'll stand in the circle.|GGHH10x1]]\n\n[[Both stand in the circle.|GGHH2x2]]\n\n[[Let's not and say we did.|GGHHPlaceholder]]

Yeah you really don't want to be out there on your own, doing all your own fighting. Having people to, ah, <i>help</i> with all that would definitely be much better. Especially if you could, you know, get along with them. Preferably as in, being in charge.\n\nLet's see... looks like there are three tables occupied right now. One is a group of kind of lame-looking guys... pretty skeevy, if you were gonna be honest. However, they look like toootal virgins, the sort of guys that by your experience have zero spine and would do anything for a hot girl. You bet you could absolutely have them wrapped around your little finger in no time, and hopefully send them racing off into battle for their new queen while you sat back and, you know, supervised. It'd mean having to hang out with some guys that look like they've been a little too long since their last bath and shave, but hey, you work with the materials you're given, right?\n\nThere's another group of guys, well more of a pair it looks like. They're really <i>big</i>, and admittedly while also kind of unbathed and unshaven-looking, they're that in a much hotter way, with lots of muscles and kind of skimpy outfits with fur on them. Rowr. Lonely mountain men types you think? Mmm, maybe one of them's a prince of his people, and unusually forward-thinking and gentle, and he'll... ahem. Down girl. But c'mon, seriously, that big, that much muscle, they can't be <i>that</i> bright, you're for sure smarter than them and could totally manipulate them into doing what you want! ... Still, they're very big and intimidating...\n\nThe other group though, they seem practically familiar to you, albeit obviously in a more, uh, medieval or whatever fashion. All four of them are women ranging from about your age to mid-twenties you figure, and all of them are immaculately coifed, clean, and dressed, with stylish armor and clothing and even their weapons are pretty. ... Oh gosh! You found the popular girls! You found the popular girls' table even in a stupid nerdy adventure dream world thing! That seems like a sure fit for you! ... The only problem is, they're obviously a pretty close-knit group. There's no way you'd be ascending to the leadership position any time soon. ... Still, like minds, right?\n\n<hr>\n[[Approach the lame guys.|LSFight1x3]]\n\n[[Approach the muscleheads.|LSFight]]\n\n[[Approach the ladies.|LSFight3x1]]

Psh, you can so totally get these guys under your thumb no problem, you think smugly as you take a moment to dust yourself off and straighten your clothes and hair. Well, as best you can just by feel. You'd really like about half an hour with a bathroom mirror (or better yet your entire bathroom at home) to prep but oh well. Feeling like you're as properly made-up as you need to be for this bunch, you go trotting over towards their table, plastering a sunny smile on your face, putting some sparkle in your eyes, and making sure to add just a bit of 'little girl' tone to your voice as you give them a cheerful "Hi!"\n\nYou'd already noticed them starting to perk up and look over at your approach, and your delivery definitely seems to have charmed them and gotten some smiles. (At least one of them's just outright leering, ew, you'll have to do something about that later. That's not a look you get to have on your face in Layla's adventuring party, mister!) "Well hey there," one of them, slightly less grimy and gangly than the other ones, says in return, actually managing to sound decently well-spoken and polite for at least three words.\n\n"My name's Layla, I'm kind of new around here," you say, adding just a tiny bit of a pout and turning back-and-forth, hoping to induce their protective instincts.\n\n"Well, Layla, I'm Kaleb, and-" He goes on to introduce the rest of the guys but you don't really care so you just kind of barely pay attention, you'll try to recall later if you ever have some reason to actually refer to any of them by name. There's five total, and all kind of same-y at least to your perception, light tan skin, brown hair, scruffy growth of beard, and wearing generally the same sort of plain kind of patchwork leather armor, so honestly they just look like someone sent down to central casting and said 'Send us some background fantasy action film guys.' "Were you maybe looking for a group to ride with?"\n\n"Oh, would that be okay? If I came with you, that is?" you answer, letting your whole face light up. "That would be really great! I mean, I don't have a horse, though..." you add, in a slightly leading tone.\n\n... Sadly you do wind up having to pay for your own horse, which in your opinion is not the greatest start to your new position as leader of their company, but at least Kaleb does all the haggling with the guy selling the horses so you don't have to talk to him. (He stinks. Actually the horse kind of stinks too, as big and pretty as it is, a large black stallion. Blegh, horses in movies and romance books don't stink!) Apparently Kaleb's group was already intending to set out so that they could be on their way to the next, much larger town, so not long after you've joined all of you are on horseback and heading off down the road.\n\n'This sucks this sucks this sucks,' you think grumpily as the saddle thumps your butt. It's not painful, quite, but it is way more uncomfortable than you ever expected it to be. But more than that, everything still stinks! The horses are all musky and with other very 'barnyard' (you guess) smells, and weirdly out here in the fresh air you can actually smell the body odor of the men way more than in the inn-type place. You guess in there the smell of the fire and the food covered it up but out here it's obvious that they haven't bathed recently. Maybe ever? Guh, all that sweat and stink is just... gah!\n\n<hr>\n[[Complain about the horses.|LSFight]]\n\n[[Complain about the BO.|LSFight]]\n\n[[Just complain in general.|LSFight1x4]]\n\n[[Suck it up and keep quiet.|LSFight]]

Yeaaaah you don't want to get any closer to that thing than you have to. Besides, Sima said to try and be smart about it, and even if you're not exactly happy with her right now you can't see how that's bad advice.\n\nYou draw the bow out of its holster on the quiver, finding it easier than expected to do, same for drawing an arrow and putting it to the string. Hmph, you always knew this stuff had to be <i>super</i> easy, people complaining about needing a lot of practice were clearly just bragging! You take a deep breath, then pop up over the rock, sighting and drawing, then letting the arrow fly. It thumps right into the orc's chest, making him yowl, and immediately whirl and start charging towards you. ... Eep.\n\nYou're a bit more fumble-handed about yanking out the next arrow, and it goes flying over the charging orc's shoulder. "Crap!" you squeak out, quickly grabbing for another one. This one hits, at least, right below the throat and makes him stagger, turning his run towards you into more of a stumbling jog. Dropping the bow, you yank your sword out of its sheath and give a not particularly dignified shriek as he bears down on you, closing your eyes and swinging blindly. You can feel the blade make contact, hear a loud grunt, and then a thud.\n\nOpening your eyes and blinking a few times, you look down and... ... yes that is in fact a dead orc. ... Wow! You actually did it! ... Yup, that was so totally easy, you think smugly as you rest the point of your sword against the ground and strike a little pose. Just get you two hot boys to fight over you and you are totally the next hot girlboss protagonist of a movie about resisting an evil system of adults! \n\nYour sword is pretty icky now, though. You dig around in the pouch on your belt and find a cloth to wipe it down with, then drop the cloth on the dead orc's chest. Surely you're not meant to reuse it, that would be gross. You figure the same for the arrows, they'd just be all disgusting and messy now, so you leave them in the orc. You briefly consider going and looking for the one that missed, but that seems like a lot of trouble too. Nah, you killed the orc, you're done here. Presumably. Sima didn't <i>say</i> anything about you needing some sort of proof so you guess just killing it is okay? Shrugging, you sheath your sword, collect your bow and put it away as well, then dig out the map and the boxy little compass. Okay, find the nearest town... ... where are you? Oh, there's an 'X' with 'Orc cave' written next to it, that must be where you are. Okay, that's easy! You find a little drawing of a few buildings and a dot reading 'Starta' next to it, and find a little metal tine on the compass to poke to it. The metal ring on the top immediately spins, the red arrow on one side of it pointing. Oh hey, this is actually kind of cool! ... Darnit you're starting to have fun.\n\nYou set off, and soon are wishing you had someone to complain to. Gawd, so much <i>walking</i>! Who said there would be all this walking?! Where's a dissolve to the next scene when you need one?! At least the compass is pretty easy to follow, all you really have to do is head in the general direction it's pointing and kind of avoid obstacles. (You quickly learn not to just stare at the compass after tripping on a rock and almost falling on your face.) You soon find a road and follow alongside it in the general direction the arrow's pointing, until both the road and the compass line up and you spot a little clump of buildings not too far away.\n\n'Not exactly a cool destination spot,' you think, wrinkling your nose. Just a little clump of little wood buildings out in the country, ugh, movies and TV have assured you that this is exactly the sort of place where you'd be insulted by evil hillbillies and then killed in some awesomely gruesome fashion that nevertheless still allowed for a PG-13 rating. But eh you've got a sword so you're probably okay. You walk down the road, staring around until you spot a sign that says 'Inn/Adventurer's Guild' and head inside. Blegh, just as unimpressive as you assumed it would be, looks like the sort of place that would be playing country music if speakers had been invented. Or, you know, country music. There's so much wood everywhere, gosh! There's something that looks like a little restaurant, bar, thingy off to the side, there are tables with people sitting around them anyway, and then there's a counter with a sign that just says 'Guild' hung above it. You walk over, clearing your throat for attention even though the lady behind the counter is already walking towards you.\n\n"I killed that orc. ... You know, the one in the cave?" you add, pointing off in the general direction you came from, since you suddenly realize that you have no other way to identify your mission.\n\n"Oh! Yes, certainly, let me get your reward," she chirps, immediately turning and walking off into a little room.\n\n... Okay that was easy. Is it always this easy? This isn't so bad! Except for the walking. And the lame town. A moment later she comes back and plunks a (lame) pouch onto the counter, which you open up and look through. Ooo, shiny! Though you were hoping for a huge pile of gold coins or something, this definitely isn't that. There's a couple of gold ones, sure, looks like five, some silver ones, and a handful of copper ones. Geez, do these people not even know what a hero you are? With an annoyed look you shove the pouch in your, uh, your bigger pouch, and stalk off without another word.\n\nYou stop in the sort of entryway area to the place with the tables. Now what was it Sima said that you could do from here? Something... something job? Ew, job. Oh wait, you think she meant more stuff like the killing-the-orc thing. She said you could get those from this place, or from around town. Or that you could look for other adventurers to hook up with? Yeah, looks like there's a couple of groups of people at the tables, you could probably find someone to <strike>manipulate</strike> join. The other thing she suggested was to just sit around and wait for a... plot hook, was it? You guess one of those things where it just <i>sounds</i> like adventure, or whatever.\n\n<hr>\n[[Look for something to do.|LSFight]]\n\n[[Look for an adventuring party.|LSFight1x2]]\n\n[[Wait for a plot hook.|LSFight]]

You definitely don't want to chance getting lost in the woods at night. Taking a long look around to make sure no one's coming, you take a deep breath, then leap to your feet and race down the side of the road, doing your best to still cover yourself with your hands. Your boobs do a lot of jiggling against your arm and you can feel your butt doing some of the same, but you don't exactly have a lot of choice in the matter!\n\nYou crest the hill and spot the town below. It does look fairly sizeable, and to your relief it doesn't have a wall around it like the towns in Lord of the Rings all seemed to. In fact it looks pretty open, and you quickly spot an area around to one side where it's fairly dark and it looks like no one's guarding. You redirect course, hopefully before anyone in town sees you, keeping to the darkness and, once you get close to the buildings, hugging the walls as you scoot down an alleyway. Pressing your bare back against the brick, you peer out at the streets. Okay. Okay, there aren't too many people walking around. ... Some. Definitely some. But you could maybe keep sneaking a bit and do some quick dashes and still avoid being seen.\n\nOkay, okay, you made it into town, you made it into town! ... Now what? Yet again you hadn't really thought beyond the immediacy of getting here. Like you'd vaguely had some thoughts that you were going to hopefully find those jerks that stole your stuff and ditched you, but you're not even sure how to do that. You could still go ahead and look around, you guess? Maybe find them? Or you could ask someone for help. ... You're not exactly thrilled about that idea since, you know, naked, and who knows how that would turn out, but. What other options do you have?\n\n... Church? Maybe there's a church somewhere around? You remember kind of vaguely from some other fantasy movies you probably watched when you were small that there's usually a church or churches in places like this. Maybe they'd help you? Like, they're obligated to help people, right? And it's okay if like, a nun or something sees you naked. Or at least more okay than some rando.\n\nThe only other option you can think of is, well... to steal something to wear. And maybe a weapon. And <i>then</i> you can find those goons and get your stuff back! You have no real moral compunctions to stealing, after all you <i>need</i> it more than whoever you'd take it from, obviously, it's more a question of if you'd be able to pull it off.\n\n<hr>\n[[Look for Kaleb and the others.|LSFight]]\n\n[[Ask for help.|LSFight]]\n\n[[Find a church.|LSFight1x7]]\n\n[[Steal something.|LSFight]]

Feels like your best bet is to find someone that feels like God is going to punish them if they don't help you. Maybe they'll make you, like, say a prayer and promise to be good from now on, and you've got no problem lying like that so it's fine. This works out well for you.\n\nIt does mean having to go scurrying around town naked, though, as you look around for anything that seems like a church. Constantly checking to see if anyone's watching, if any windows are pointed at you, racing from shadow to shadow knowing parts of you are jiggling and your ass is on full display when you lean forward to run. Your heart is hammering and you're breathing hard, and you're almost starting to worry that you may be getting to like this a bit just from how much adrenaline is pumping through your veins, making you tremble and your skin feel hot every time you crouch behind a barrel or in an alleyway to rest up for your next series of sprints.\n\nEventually you spot what definitely looks like a church, albeit a kind of small one. It's got a short tower at the back and a two-story, kind of largely plain building in front without a lot of decoration. The only slightly fancy thing is the sign out in front held by a statue of a naked woman with water flowing out of her head and down her back in place of hair, the sign in her hands reading 'Church of the Living Change'. Ooookay, kind of weird and not necessarily that affluent... you're not really sure if you want to risk going to these people for help!\n\nBut then, you're just going to have to go looking for another church. Are you even sure there <i>is</i> another church? What if there isn't?! What else could you do?\n\n... Well, there's <i>taking</i> help rather than <i>asking</i>, you guess.\n\n<hr>\n[[Go in and ask for help.|LSFight1x8]]\n\n[[Look for another church.|LSFight]]\n\n[[Steal something.|LSFight]]

This is all so incredibly aggravating. You start out small, complaining a bit about the saddle not being the most comfortable thing in the world, then you just sort of let your thoughts and your complaints wander around to all the crap you've been put through lately. How messy and inelegant killing that dumb orc was, having to hike back to the town, how you didn't get paid enough, now how you're stuck on the road and had to pay for your own horse and so on and so forth. The men are <i>very</i> annoying by not looking properly sympathetic, and you mentally make a few notes that you're going to have to coach them into being better listeners at some point, because they really need to be making sympathetic faces and telling you how right you are.\n\nIt's sometime in the mid-afternoon when Kaleb calls a halt, saying that they're going to make camp early today, since you're obviously not used to riding. You puff up a bit, realizing that he's actually being thoughtful about you after all, and follow them all to a little spot off the road to tie up your horse. Kaleb points past some trees and says that if you head that way, there's a nice stream you can take a bath in too, and he'll stay behind to make sure none of the others go peeping on you. Awww, he's so thoughtful after all! you think as you go trotting off the way he pointed. He's totally already your little love slave, awesome~!\n\nYou soon find the stream, and admittedly it does seem sort of pretty and nice, with clear water and a pebbly bottom. Not exactly the hot tub at the spa but oh well. You're a little 'enh' on the whole getting naked and bathing outdoors deal, but you do feel pretty gross after all that fighting and walking and riding and the smell, so it doesn't take you long to overcome your hesitation and start getting undressed, pulling your boots off, and finding a low branch to drape the rest of your stuff over. (Sima gave you side-tie panties. Pervert. ... They're really cute though.) You drape your clothes and the breastplate and your sword belt and quiver on the branch, taking it as a sign that this is obviously meant to be since it's just kind of conveniently there like a closet hanger rod, and then wade into the stream... immediately giving a yelp at how cold it is.\n\nStill, it's not downright icy, so after some grumbling you wade in up to your waist, admittedly feeling a bit of a wicked thrill at the cool water brushing around your hips and ass and pussy right out here in the broad light of day. You start washing up, as well as you're able anyway without your loofah, getting some of the dust and dirt and grime off. 'This is a way hotter bod than those guys have probably ever seen before,' you think smugly, hefting your bare breasts up a bit, nipples overly stiff from the cold of the water. 'They are gonna be falling all over themselves to do my bidding by the time we get to that town.'\n\nFinishing up rinsing off and just luxuriating in the water for awhile once you've adjusted to the temperature, you eventually get up and wade back to the shore, getting out and... um.\n\nWhere's all your stuff?\n\nYou stare at the branch, which you're absolutely sure is the one you used since it's so distinctive, but there's nothing hung over it, nor are your boots sitting near the tree trunk where you left them. Clasping an arm across your breasts and a hand over your crotch nervously now, you turn back and forth just to make sure you didn't go to the wrong bank or get moved downstream or something, but everything is exactly as you remember when you got in, just... your stuff is gone. Every bit of it.\n\n"H-hey, this isn't funny!" you start to call, only for your voice to falter as your worry about actually being seen like this creeps in. Cringing a bit, you stand around, shifting nervously foot to foot, and doing a few more futile checks for any sign of your clothes. Finally you're forced to admit they're gone, and start creeping back towards where the others were making camp, trying to hide behind trees as much as you can. "H-hey, guys? Hey, someone snuck up and stole my stuff! Kaleb?! Other... guys? Hey?" you ask, peeking out from behind a tree.\n\nThere's absolutely nothing in the spot where they were making camp, other than the ground being all messed-up by hoofprints. So they were definitely there, they didn't just like... disappear from existence. Did they get taken or-\n\n... No.\n\n... No <i>way</i>.\n\nThey DITCHED you?! They stole your stuff and ditched you out here?! How dare they! How dare they turn on their leader like this! You were supposed to be their queen, and they not only leave you in the middle of nowhere, they steal all your stuff?! And your <i>horse</i>?!\n\nIn... the middle... ... of nowhere. \n\n... With no clothes or horse.\n\n"Nnnnnnnnnheeeehhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh," you whimper, letting out possibly the whiniest sound of your existence as you realize you're naked in the wilderness.\n\nAfter a bit longer of standing around bemoaning your fate to yourself, you realize you've got to do something. You consider calling out to Sima for help, but pretty quickly dismiss that... you have a feeling she's watching anyway and is probably already laughing her ass off. It seems like a long shot that she'd help you. You could maybe stay here and hope someone comes along the road that will help you? Like, that's still having to reveal you're naked and defenseless to someone, but the only other option is to...\n\n... well, is to make your way to the town where Kaleb and the others were going. Admittedly you'd still be naked and vulnerable when you got there, but maybe you could find some clothes, or maybe even find Kaleb and those other jerks and steal your stuff back. But... you have no idea how far that is, and you'd have to cover all that distance completely naked. \n\nWaaah... what do you <i>do</i>?!\n\n<hr>\n[[Throw yourself on Sima's mercy.|LSFight]]\n\n[[Wait for someone to come by that can help.|LSFight]]\n\n[[Try to make it to town.|LSFight1x5]]

You'll just... have to try and make it to the town you were going to, since apparently they decided it was close enough they could make it if they tried anyway. You'd try to make it back to the town you came from but, uh... you remember an awful lot of open country you'd have to cross there, and that definitely is a bad thing. At least ahead it looks like you can mostly keep to the treeline since it looks like it follows the road.\n\nYou set off, still covering yourself more out of personal shame than thinking anyone can see you, shivering a little at the cool breeze on your entirely naked body. It definitely puts riding a horse into perspective on the whole 'uncomfortable experiences' scale, feeling rocks and uneven ground and all sorts of other unpleasant things dig into the soles of your poor bare feet as they get steadily muddier from your walk. You jump a little every time you hear a sound, whirling back and forth and crouching down to look worriedly around for whatever made it... but most often, if you see anything, it's a bird. Gah, being naked out in the wilderness is frightening! Especially since it's some weird fantasy wilderness!\n\n"I'm gonna get you for this, Sima," you mutter under your breath, adding a silent vow to totally distribute those pics she sent you when you get home. ... If you get home.\n\nYou walk on for what feels like forever, and is definitely hours. You do your best to stay largely in the trees so that you're hopefully not visible from the road if someone goes by. You're both a bit comforted and a lot worried when it starts to get dark. Obviously if it's dark there's a lot less chance you'll be seen, and maybe you can even sneak into and around the town without anyone noticing you that way, but uh... dark. Outside. Weird fantasy world. Yeah.\n\nEventually you can kind of smell something... lots of scents but mostly woodsmoke... and realize you must be close. In fact you can kind of see some lights off in the distance, just over a hill. The problem is that the trees stop following the road pretty abruptly, and you wind up hunkered down behind one trying to decide what to do. You'd have to leave the treeline and go out, exposed, to be able to take the most direct path to town it looks like, and make sure you don't get lost... orrrr you could keep cover, and follow the trees, and hope they loop back somewhere closer to the town. ... And just really hope you don't get lost.\n\n<hr>\n[[Make a break for it.|LSFight1x6]]\n\n[[Keep to the trees.|LSFight]]

Hm, well, not like you have to actually get dirty, right? With that in mind might as well try it out. You walk through the door, find yourself in a room with more doors, though these also have descriptions below the titles.\n\n[[Basic|GGFS]] - A simple basic scenario involving sex and urination.\n\n[[Wetting|GGFS]] - A simple basic scenario involving urinating in your clothes (and sex).\n\n[[Public wetting|GGFS]] - A scenario involving urinating in your clothes in public (+humiliation fetish).\n\n[[Public wetting (mass)|GGFS]] - A scenario involving you and others urinating in your clothes in public.\n\n[[Blowbang + Golden shower|GGFS]] - A group scenario.\n\n[[Blowbang + Golden shower (Horseman edition)|GGFS]] - As above but involving anthropomorphic horses.\n\n[[Blowbang + Golden shower (Horse edition)|GGFS]] - As above but involving non-anthropomorphic horses.\n\n[[Blowbang + Golden shower (Elephant edition)|GGFS]] - As above but involving both anthropomorphic and non-anthropomorphic elephants.\n\n[[Golden shower (Menagerie edition)|GGFS]] - A golden bath involving numerous kinds of animals.\n\n[[Human urinal (Inward-facing edition)|GGFS]] - A through-the-wall scenario where your lower holes will be used as toilets.\n\n[[Human urinal (Forward-facing edition|GGFS]] - An in-the-wall scenario where you'll be facing outward and on display.

Easter! So many colors even if all of them are pastel! But lots of decorating options even if all of them involve eggs! ... Easter is a rather odd holiday now that you think about it. \n\nAnyway! It's a little before the day but as usual you need to start practicing. You'll want to have your Easter blog column out ahead of time so people can actually make use of your tips! So alright, let's see. Well, there are lots of things to do with Easter, but two things that are absolutely essential... dying eggs, and chocolate. You need to write about at least one of those, which means you should make absolutely sure to get one of them done today. Hm, okay, so which one...?\n\n<hr>\n[[Eggs.|HEaster1x1]]\n\n[[Chocolate.|HEaster]]

Thoroughly annoyed with Ted's obsession with splitting up at virtually the first opportunity every single time, you decide maybe you do need a brief break from the group. "Fine, I'm gonna go look around," you declare, not really giving the others time to respond before you set off down the main thoroughfare with your flashlight.\n\n"'Get more pictures faster'," you snort to yourself, shaking your head. "Like we've got somewhere we need to be tomorrow or something. Stupid Ted and his major in 'Annoying Wilma', why do I even... ... oh right, getting paid for walking around places like... this?"\n\nYou stop and realize that you've actually walked a fair ways into the park, and that there's now no sign whatsoever of the others. You glance back and forth, swinging your flashlight about as it starts to sink in that you're in the middle of an old, abandoned theme park at almost midnight. All by yourself. \n\n"... It's fine," you continue to murmur to yourself, taking a few deep breaths. "It's fine, Wilma, there's no one here but the five of us, this place has been empty for a long time. ... Probably," you add in a quieter voice, eyeing some of the dark alleyways between buildings. "You can explore on your own, and without Ted to yap at you with his weird far-left dudebro views, or Tanya to complain about the cold because she wore hotpants and a halter top in late fall, or Skinny to whine and bitch. ... Admittedly the other thing Skinny provides might help me calm down a little right now," you admit with a little tilt of your head. \n\nTrying to focus on exploration potential to blunt the edge of your nervousness, you look around for what's in the area. There's a [[Fast Felipe's restaurant|WilmaFun]] right next to you, but then you'd probably be more surprised if they didn't have those scattered all over the park. Right next door to it is an [[arcade|WilmaFun5x1]]... you're a little surprised that it's not branded with some specific character and snappy name, but instead it just has a large (and long dark) neon sign declaring it as such. \n\nLooking a bit further down the street it looks like there are some actual walk-through attractions. There's [[Felipe's Fantastical Funhouse|WilmaFun]], which seems like it might be a pretty dangerous place to go if it's been abandoned and likely condemned for a few years... of course it could also theoretically be one of the most interesting places in the whole park to document, too, so. Next door to it, apparently enough of an attraction to warrant its own building, is [[Hoppy Habanero's House of Mirrors|WilmaFun]]... hm, you only vaguely remember that character, you're pretty sure he came along towards the end of the run. And quite near them is [[Wilhelm Wolf's Haunted Castle|WilmaFun]]... oof, a haunted house in an abandoned theme park? That... that might actually be creepier than you can stand. ... On the other hand you can just imagine your blog post about it blowing up even more than any of the other potentials.

"It was really quite impressive how you managed to overcome all the odds and succeed by yourself, sir."\n\n"Mm." Daniels barely acknowledged the reedy little man in the smock beside him, who looked as if he'd been picked from a crowd as the best fit for 'creepy little morgue worker'. These people performed a vital service... it didn't mean he wanted to socialize with them. "Just doing the duty of any hunter."\n\n"And killing seven Wulfen as well, that's a whole pack plus one. Though, ah," the morgue worker noted as he stopped beside the main slab, picking up the chart clipped to the edge. He glanced at the naked teenage girl laid out as if she were nothing more than a not-very-appealing pack of meat in the deli before turning his attention to the chart. "This one was newly-turned, wasn't it?"\n\n"Aye," Daniels murmured, jaw clenching a little and eyes pinching. Putting down another hunter was always hard... but one so young, out on her first mission. He'd be spending the next few nights with the bottle rather than his bed. "Who was she?"\n\n"We've no clue." At the sharp raise of Daniels' head, the man shrugged. "There were no records, no implant, no tattoo. Her gear was all generic, uncustomized, no tags. She could have been from a splinter faction, or a fake, even an infiltrator. Whoever she was, I suppose she'll just wind up in the dustbin n-"\n\nHe cut off as Daniels' hand gripped his throat, shoving him back against the warm metal wall nearby, the reedy man's eyes bugging out at the scruffy hunter's expression of fury. "You'll treat her with the respect of any fallen hunter, or I'll be back down here and you'll be the next in that oven, rat."\n\n"U-understood!" he squeaked, gasping as Daniels released him and stepped back.\n\nStill scowling, Daniels turned and began to walk off. Then he paused, glancing over his shoulder slightly. "... I thought for a moment she'd got control of it. She was even still wearing her coat, like a proper hunter."\n\n'That's impossible,' the morgue worker almost said. No one's human loyalties or morality survived the Wulfen contagion. But he thought better of it as he rubbed at his throat, and after a moment Daniels slunk off without another word. Sighing, the morgue worker flipped up the clipboard sheet and began writing up a requisition for a memorial urn, while hitting the button on the belt with his knee. The belt beneath the slab sprang to life, the door at the end of it sliding up and the mysterious young woman trundling along into the flames.\n\n<b>Hell Rising</b> end - <i>Pyrrhic Victory</i>

Well. It'll be a good hybrid of doing your parents a favor and having some sibling bonding time, plus your parents did say if you'd agree, they'd give you a fairly generous amount of discretionary spending money that you could keep whatever you don't use, so there's also that. (You're sweet, you're not a nun who's taken a vow of poverty.) Besides, you should do some work on having a good relationship with Ethan, you decide... the two of you don't exactly have a lot of interests in common, so if you don't try to bridge the gap, you could wind up living with a stranger! Family's important, especially little brothers!\n\nHm, to that end, maybe before you even get started, you should do something to try and increase your chances of having a successful time alone with him. Something to really secure that 'best big sister' slot. ... You are his only big sister, but you're pretty sure that doesn't automatically qualify you. Again! Do the work! Yes, good! Okay, what to do?\n\n[[Buy him something|SweetBro1x1]] - Okay so this might look a little like buying his love, but you're more thinking of making sure there's something that he'll be able to enjoy having to do, possibly with you, for the duration.\n\n[[Get a theme park pass|SweetBro]] - There are a good handful of theme parks in the general Deviville area, you could get a longterm pass to one of them so that the two of you could go as much as you wanted.\n\n[[Ask a friend|SweetBro2x1]] - You have various friends with little brothers, maybe you could ask one of them what would be a good idea.

"It seems simple enough, we'll trade a marriage for a marriage," you explain in a reasonable tone.\n\n"How's that?" Mika asks with a bit of a frown.\n\n"You're always saying how it's annoying to put up with your husband's constant sexual urges," you reply, quirking your eyebrows. "How when he's home you sometimes hardly have time for anything else. Well, in return for us engaging the children, I'll become Hiroshi's second wife, and I'll take care of as much of the bedroom stuff as you want."\n\nMika snorts. "Polygamy isn't legal in America. In fact it hasn't even been legal in Japan for awhile. ... That is, if I were going to agree," she adds rather absently, as if only just having caught herself thinking it would be a good deal otherwise.\n\n"Well it doesn't have to be a legally binding ceremony," you point out. "Our arrangement with each other is our own business. We could consolidate housing, or even buy one bigger house... that would not only let Ken and Hinako start living together, strengthening their engagement, but let me help you with all of the household duties and be there for Hiroshi's urges."\n\n"..." Mika strokes her chin thoughtfully, watching as you sip at your tea. Finally she says, "Tradition would still dictate that, as the first wife and the eldest, I would be in charge. You would have to be my subordinate wife and do as I say."\n\n<hr>\n[[Agree.|Marei]]\n\n[[Insist on equality.|Marei]]

"Why don't we look to tradition for this?" you suggest with a smile, picking up your teacup and sipping again. "The one who comes forward to ask for the match is the one willing to pay a dowry. Since I came to you with the idea, I'm willing to give you some sort of dowry in return for engaging our children."\n\n"That seems a little like buying my daughter," Mika notes, though she doesn't seem entirely opposed to the idea, just thoughtful.\n\n"It's just a way to make the match more attractive and allay your fears, the way our ancestors have for centuries," you reply reasonably. "I understand you're worried about your daughter, that's why I'm willing to give you something of value to prove my intentions."\n\nMika turns that one over for a few moments, some of her traditional upbringing obviously warring with being third generation American. Finally, she says, obviously teetering, "What <i>sort</i> of dowry?"\n\n<hr>\n[[Real estate.|Marei]]\n\n[[Cash.|Marei]]\n\n[[Another marriage.|Marei4x2]]\n\n[[Sex.|Marei]]

Can't hit a target?! <i>Can't hit a target</i>?! Does this bitch even know how many video games you play?! Furious, you shove open your coat and grab the pistol out of its holster, bringing it up to grip with both hands and firing. A pale blue ball of crackling energy flies out of the emitter at the tip and strikes squarely on the inner side of the big alien's right boob... and splashes against the surface of her black armor harmlessly, dissipating with less trace than if you'd thrown a water balloon.\n\nYour eyes widen, but that's really all you have time for before she's on you. Eskabar moves amazingly quickly for something so big, like your brain just doesn't really comprehend how she goes from standing there smirking to suddenly having her hand wrapped around your neck. She lifts you up and off the floor to dangle, the rest of her big fingers spread out just enough that your neck isn't bearing the entire weight of your body... she's also putting just enough pressure on you that you're choking but your air isn't entirely and completely cut off, leaving you gasping and flailing, reflexively clutching at her forearm to try and take some of the pressure off.\n\n"Did you really think we'd give you fucking <i>convicts</i> weapons that could hurt anyone that actually mattered?" Eskabar booms at the rest, not even bothering to look at you as you dangle and flail in the air like a hooked fish. "Your weapons just might work on a Fiend, maybe, if you pump enough blasts into them! If you want to be trusted with the good stuff, you're gonna hafta earn it! Now get your worthless cannon fodder asses in the briefing room!"\n\nThe others shuffle off, a few daring to dart glances at you as they past, but most seem to be trying to pretend you don't exist as you gasp, croak, and kick futilely, not even sure what you're trying to do other than that you can barely breathe and something much bigger and stronger than you has you completely in its power and you're very, very afraid. When the last of the orange-suited people disappears through the door and it shuts, Eskabar finally turns her head back towars you, smirking again. "Alright, girly. I told you you'd get a prize if you hit me, so lemme just give it to you right now."\n\nStill carrying you lifted high in the air as if you were no more effort to hold up than a pencil, Eskabar walks over to one of the rows of cubbies and stands in front of the bench running between the cubbies. She lifts you up a bit more and to the side, then swings you down and smacks you to your back on the bench, jolting your body and making you give a strangled yelp. You lay there stunned as she yanks on your rifle, the strap snapping easily, and tosses it aside, before she uses two big fingers to pinch the crotch of your jumpsuit and rip it away. Still holding you down with one hand and cutting off a fair bit of your air, she brings her free hand up to tap some hidden control on the neck of her suit. The front of it divides into sections and peels away, baring her huge, boulder-like brown tits... and an extremely long, extremely thick brown cock that flops half-limp against your belly. Your eyes widen again, your hand gripping at hers and trying to push it away as you squirm, feeling the heavy shaft get straighter and thicker as she gives her hips a few light thrusts, the tip getting ever closer to bumping against the underside of your tits.\n\n"Here's your reward, I know you're just gonna love it," Eskabar sneers as she pulls back, the head of her prick practically crushing your pussylips. You try to get out a protest that only comes out as a croak... and turns into a strangled noise deep in your throat as she starts pushing into you, forcing your virgin pussy to spread taut around the massive brown pole. Your eyes roll up and your teeth grit from the sheer intensity of the sensation as she keeps pushing deeper and deeper into you, your stomach visibly bulging up beneath your still mostly intact jumpsuit with an obscenely obvious outline of the alien's prick. "Mmm, not bad, ain't many recruits can take their prize," Eskabar almost moans, sinking deeper and deeper into you, until her balls brush against your ass and the edge of the bench. "Nnnnh, ya, this is a nice hole you got between your legs, fuckmeat, so glad you decided to take that shot!"\n\nShe starts pumping and thrusting into you, working that immense cock into your overstretched pussy, rocking your entire body against the bench and the grip of her hand with every thrust. Your clenched jaw gradually goes slack, your tongue briefly jutting out and then going limp as well, practically flopping out of your mouth in motion with Eskabar's thrusts. Maybe it's the completely overwhelming sense of her power, with her looming above you, huge and powerful and still armored save for showing off her huge tits and massive prick, or maybe it's the strength of her hand pressing down on you, fully capable of crushing you at any moment she feels like, or maybe it's that the length and girth of her huge dick is stretching you wider and deeper than you were ever meant to be... whatever it is, something in your brain snaps, and your body reacts, your pussy suddenly sopping wet and doing its best to squeeze around the invading, rapacious prick stretching it out, practically gushing all over her furry brown balls with every thrust.\n\n"Ah, holy shit, this is the best hole I've fucked in a while, you're actually getting off on this you little animal," Eskabar grunts, starting to thrust faster, more eagerly, as if only now were she really beginning to enjoy herself. You wouldn't have a response even if you could speak around her choking hand... your body is shuddering, cumming with every impact of her hips against you that buries that huge hardon in your hole. Your legs buck and twitch spasmodically, hands squeezing mindlessly at her thick fingers, at this point unclear whether you're trying to shove against them to get them off or urge them to choke you harder. And then suddenly Eskabar is grunting and thrusting hard, burying herself as deep as she can in you, a hot rush flooding your insides and steadily bulging up your stomach until skin shows through the stretched flaps of the front of the bodysuit. Giving a strangled, gurgling noise, you white out from the intensity of your orgasm and slump to the bench, arms and legs dangling limply, white fading into black.\n\nYou come to with a gasp, shoving yourself up on your hands and looking around. You're laying on your front on a shelf-bed, but this one actually has a comfortable pad on top, and multiple pillows. The room around you isn't particularly large, maybe the size of your bedroom at home, albeit with high ceilings. There's also not a lot in here... a table with one (big) chair, a wallscreen, a slot in the wall, and some sort of ring with a shallow black dome inside it set in the floor. The walls are plastered with a number of posters and photos, though... mostly naked women, the posters large and glossy and obviously professionally posed and shot, the photos small and obviously amateur, and far lewder, featuring gaping pussies with small lakes of cum dribbling out of them or faces and tits completely glazed. You check on yourself... you've been dressed in an orange tubetop with your prisoner number and a barcode on it, and a little orange G-string. Standing up reveals that you're a little sore, but not nearly as much as you thought you'd be.\n\nWhile you're pondering whether you should try the door, it slides open, Eskabar stepping through, now wearing the lighter version of the FEAR suit that you saw the Commander in before. This one is snug enough that it shows off the impressive bulge at her crotch, and she smirks at you as your eyes go there. "What, hungry for more already?"\n\n"Where am I?" you ask, hating that it comes out sounding so meek.\n\n"My room, obviously." Eskabar moves to sit down on the edge of the bed and presses a control on her arm. The suit retracts into bracers and and bands around the shins, leaving her wearing a snug sports bra and black thong that leaves absolutely nothing about her prick and balls to the imagination. "I enjoyed your hole so much, girl, that I've decided to go ahead and give you a promotion on your first day here. You are now my dedicated cocksock." She smirks, leaning back and rubbing at her balls through her panties, the shaft visibly starting to stir and harden. "My cumdump, my own personal fucktoy, my sex pet."\n\n"I... you... you..." you stammer, taking a half step back.\n\n"Oh, it's all on the up and up. One of the benefits of being top brass in the Dark Sector, I can basically do whatever the fuck I like. And that means you. You're my property, from now until your sentence is up. Don't worry, you're in the very safest, most secure part of the base... as a side benefit you get access to my food prep and the officers' bathroom. More than a little loser convict like you could've ever hoped for in any event. Now..."\n\nShe hooks a thumb into the front of her panties and pulls them down, letting her half-hard prick fall free, and nudging the fabric down until it hooks below her heavy, fuzzy brown balls. "Be a good little fuckpet and get over here to tonguewash my sack until I tell you otherwise."\n\n<hr>\n[["No way!"|GGSR]]\n\n[["I'd rather die!"|GGSR]]\n\n[["... Yes ma'am..."|GGSR]]

You dash towards Tifa, who yanks her gaze back towards you in surprise, just starting to get a punch thrown when you're already in range. You snap a hand out to grab her wrist and immediately swing around behind her, forcing her to bend her arm. When she tries to snap her other elbow at you, you take the opportunity to grab her other wrist and haul her arms into a position where you can begin to force Tifa into position. She winces, and for just a moment struggles, but you've got her too locked-up with the way you can make her arms bend. She's forced to sink to her knees and lean backward, her back arched hard and lifting her cotton-clad tits into the air. Her skirt rides up in front too, showing off the way her white cotton panties are hugging her pussy. The position also forces her head back towards you, so that she's face-to-face with your bulge, her eyes widening as your fat cock hardens and quickly pushes open the zipper of the shorts, springing free and thumping against her chin and throat.\n\n"Mmmm, c'mon, open up, bitch, you know you wanna suck this cock," you coo at her, shaking your hips to rub your heavy brown balls against her lips. "Lemme at that throat-pussy, you know you want to."\n\nTifa turns her head as much as she can, then you can feel her twitch as your whores start chanting "SUCK THAT COCK! SUCK THAT COCK! SUCK THAT COCK!" The jeering chant gradually grows louder as even the Tifa supporter NPCs start getting caught up in it, demanding their beloved bartending cinnamon roll open up. Perhaps finally breaking and about to snap at them to shut up, Tifa opens her mouth as if to speak... and you of course immediately pull back and drive forward, shoving your cock between her lips all the way to the root, her throat bulging obscenely with your girth. Her body goes stiff with shock, her throat tightening hard and squeezing around you as she starts reflexively trying to swallow. Then she starts squirming and struggling as much as her position will allow her, even as you start thrusting your hips hard, slam-fucking her helpless mouth mercilessly.\n\n"Yeah, that's where you belong, cunt, on your knees and with a dick in your throat," you purr at her in a tone like poisoned honey, your balls slapping against her face with every thrust, the bulge of your cock clear through her throat. Despite the brutal pace of your thrusts, you're in no hurry to cum, enjoying the sight of her writhing and twisting beneath you in her helpless position, forced to display herself for the jeering, catcalling audience, her large breasts jiggling and wobbling with both her movements and your impacts. Once you think you've fucked some of the fight out of her, you release one of her wrists, and as expected, she grabs at your hip, but she can't focus enough to try throwing a punch. Using your free hand, you reach down and yank up her shirt, spilling her boobs free to jiggle and wobble in the fetid Midgar air. \n\n"Oooo, look at these big whorish tits of yours, they're almost as big as Mai's!" you 'compliment' your victim, leaning forward a bit to slap at her jiggling bare boobs. "These are gonna make me a lot of money once I put you on a corner, slut!" Releasing her other hand, you grab her nipples and pinch roughly, feeling her try to groan out a protest around your prick, the sound muffled by you bulging out her throat. You lift up on her nipples, letting the jiggles pass through the slightly coned shape of her boobs, before releasing them to bounce and jiggle free. You straighten up some, smacking on her cheek lightly a few times, then repeating on the other side. "How's that, huh? How's that? You about ready for my cum, huh? Yeah you want lots of my cum, fucking whore."\n\nFinally you wrap your hands around her neck, rubbing your thumbs over the bulge of your own cock, feeling Tifa renew her struggles as you force her throat to tighten even more around you, cutting off even the tiny bits of air she was able to get. But not for long, as you use your grip to give her one last round of rough, relentless face-fucking before groaning and shoving forward balls-deep, emptying your hefty sack into her throat and down into her belly. The exhausted Tifa's muscle reflexes make her swallow and gulp at you like a pro, forced to greedily suck down every last drop until you're done. You pull your cock free and step back a bit, leaving her wobbling in place, arms dangling at her sides and still on her knees, back arched, face wet and mouth hanging open as she gasps for breath, her eyes glazed. Smirking, you lean forward and shove on the side of her head, leaving her to topple over and sprawl on her side on the dirty street, tits flopped out.\n\n"Weak bitch," you coo at her, giving your cock a few victory lap strokes.\n\n<hr>\n[[New round!|GG-FF-PA-Tifa-NewRound]]\n\n[[Finish her!|GG-FF-PA-Tifa-URW]]

Deciding to take a look at the trio, you head on over. From the denim shorts, colorful shirts, and the characters they're obviously referencing, you expect them to be "sized up" child-type characters so that actual adults can wear the suits... personally, you always found that look a little extra-creepy, especially when they were standing next to identically-sized adult characters. But as you get closer, you realize that they're apparently meant to be the size they are, maybe young adults... lean, muscular young adults, and you find yourself actually staring a bit at the well-defined chests and abs shown off by those very tight t-shirts. The parts of their bodies showing make it clear that they're apparently wearing some sort of, well, horse-hide bodysuit or something that fits them like a glove. The only part of them that's standard to the usual big goofy mascot look is those heads.\n\n"Oh, hey, welcome to Worldland," the one in the red shirt says, his voice sounding muffled through the mesh of the foam head. "I'm Donny."\n\n"Yeah, nice to see ya," the one in the green shirt adds. "Ronny here."\n\n"You're really cute," the third, in the blue shirt, adds in a charming tone. "I'm Jonny."\n\n"Uh, thanks." You actually find yourself blushing some at that. You might not have until you saw those muscles, but dang, someone built like that (or at least appearing to be) complimenting your appearance, well, it has its effect. "I'm Sam." \n\n"Well, Sam, we'd like to stand around and chat, but we were actually just about to go on break," Donny says, thumbing towards an alleyway.\n\n"Actually, come with us," Ronny adds, holding a hand out towards you as if to ask for one of your own.\n\n"Yeah, totally, definitely come with us," Jonny says assertively. "It's a pretty long break, so we're gonna hang out and have some fun, you'd definitely add to the fun."\n\n<hr>\n[[Sounds fun!|DRJ1x1]]\n\n[[Uh, no thanks.|DRJplaceholder]]

Gummi bears, perfect. You open the plastic lid of the bin just enough to slip your hand under and snag a red gummi bear, lowering the lid again as you pop the chewy candy into your mouth. Cherry flavor slides over your tongue with that particular slimy-solid feel of saliva applied to the surface of gummi candy before you give a few quick chews and swallow. Ha! Candy successfully taste-tested, and it was delicious!\n\nAlmost immediately, you start to feel strange. Your legs go rubbery and wobble underneath you as your whole body quickly loses strength. It's all you can do to mostly control your fall and thud into a seated position on the floor. You give your head a shake, but feel your neck stiffening up as you do, making it hard to look down at yourself to see what's wrong. But you can manage, and your eyes go wide as you can see your skin turning bright red! Your arms lift upward slowly, becoming stiff and solid and sticking out in front of you, your legs taking on a similar position, leaving you stuck sitting just as you are. Your head is slowly forced to raise upright so that you're staring straight ahead, but you can still see your hands at the bottom of your vision.\n\nYou try to scream and call out for help, but it feels like your lips are pasted together. You watch as your red hands gradually grow slightly transparent, giving a very vague view of the racks and floor beyond them. But the moment that's finished, they begin to change further, your fingers melding together as your arms begin to shrink in towards your body. You can feel your feet similarly shrinking down and slipping out of your shoes and socks, growing shorter inside your jeans. The whole shop starts to rise upward as well as you shrink down further and further, your t-shirt growing loose on you as your pants crumple to the floor along with your panties, your legs and arms having turned into little more than nubs sticking off your squat barrel of a body. As you finish shrinking, your hair having molded into your head and disappearing, the collar of your shirt falls away around you, leaving you sitting there atop the pile of your clothes.\n\nYou've been turned into an oversized gummi bear!\n\n<hr>\n\n[[Continue.|GGCandy1x3]]

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

You can't move as you hear the sound of footsteps approaching, forced to stare straight ahead as what must be the shop owner comes into view. She's a pretty woman of medium height with somewhat curvy hips and a big bust, which her low-cut, off-the-shoulder black dress certainly shows off, the bottom portion of it cut up one side to show off most of her leg on that side. Perched atop her long, wavy blonde head is a stereotypical broad-brimmed witch's hat. She peers down at you with green, catlike eyes, grinning broadly. "Oho! Looks like we caught another candy 'sampler', hm? Serves you right, the signs are there for a reason!"\n\nShe leans down and hefts you into her hands, hmming as she gives your semi-solid form a few squeezes. You can feel her warm fingers indenting your substance, hot and not a little arousing on your "naked skin". After turning you around slowly, she grins. "My my, you turned into a nice one. Definitely a keeper. But let's test you out real quick, shall we? Just to make sure." Keeping hold of you with one hand, she reaches down with the other to pull the skirt of her dress up and to the side, revealing that beneath it she's got a rather sizeable cock to match her other impressive endowments! She wraps her hand around it and gives it a few strokes, quickly coaxing it to full hardness, the pale, smooth-looking skin somehow looking girlish and feminine despite the obvious maleness of the organ.\n\nGripping you with both hands, the woman lowers you down to her cock and presses you against the tip of it, wiggling the solid, flat bottom of your body around to get you in good position, before she starts to shove forward. Your substance splits open under the force, allowing her hot, throbbing length to slide inside as it makes its own hole to fuck. You can feel her shaft sliding deep up inside you, no doubt quite visible inside your see-through red body. She wiggles you further down onto her cock until her cockhead is pushed up inside your own bear-shaped head, then begins pumping you up and down along her length, using you as an edible dicksleeve.\n\nYou were already shocked by your transformation into an oversized candy, and now the fact that a beautiful woman with a dick is using you as a sex toy, and it feels <i>amazing</i>, essentially breaks a bit of your mind. You're lost in the feel of your entire body being fucked, the way you squish and wobble and suck at her prick with your gel-like form. You're not even sure if you can actually orgasm in this form or not, but you definitely feel pleasure from being handled and squished and fucked.\n\nSince she is standing right near the front door of her shop, the woman apparently doesn't feel like holding back, and soon gives a soft, joyous squeal as her cock throbs and begins jetting inside you. The warmth and force of her jizz forms out a little reservoir inside your head, literally filling where your brain should be with cum. With a happy sigh, the woman pulls you off of her cock with a loud slurping noise, the hole made by her cock partly sealing up and leaving your head full of fuck. "Definitely a keeper. Let's take you back and put you with the others." As she carries you towards the back of the shop, she lifts you and bites off one of your ears, finally giving you that burst of orgasm you'd been waiting for as her teeth pierce through your yielding substance and pull part of it away.\n\n<hr>\n\n[[Game Over.|GGCandy1xEnd]]

Nah, this thing's going on the pedestal. You've already got thoughts on how it could be useful to trick adventurers into putting it on and becoming monsters, considering the implications of how this game works. Grinning, you pull the Prizeblade out of the pedestal and put it away in inventory... you'll either have it as a backup or stick it in a chest or something later, when you have enough LP to expand the dungeon. As you set the ring as the Prize Item, the hole for the sword disappears from the pedestal, leaving a smooth surface for you to set the ring down on.\n\nAfter a brief longing look at it and wondering what it would be like to turn into a sex beast, you teleport back to your Lord Lair and spend a little while going through more help files. Of course, it being a game, it's not <i>too</i> long before you're getting a warning that adventurers are approaching the dungeon entrance. You use the 'Surveillance' ability to pop open a screen looking out from the entrance, and see a duo coming up the rise towards your dungeon. As pretty a blonde-haired blue-eyed pair of cloth-and-leather clad lowbies as you're likely to see. Boyfriend and girlfriend? No, probably brother and sister, you decide as they get closer. Twins probably, even... not only do they look a lot alike, but their hair is even cut similarly, straight across the forehead and at the bottom, hers just coming to just past her shoulders instead of his top-of-the-neck length. They're either twins or the game makers cheaped out on generating characters, you muse as they approach, and nothing else about this sim has seemed 'cheap' so far, so you're betting siblings.\n\nThey stop at the entrance and spend a moment speaking to each other, pointing and gesturing at the dungeon. You can't hear them... apparently getting full audiovisual options is something that you only get at higher levels... but it's easy enough to gather that they're affirming to each other that they really have found a dungeon and whether or not they should go in. That argument seems to be rapidly settled when the girl points out the Respawn Point, and with a nod they both draw their short swords and venture inside. As they actually enter the tunnel, you can feel a sort of change in the dungeon, enough that you can tell something's altered... a faint tension, like you're already in the midst of battle or something. You also see a pair of red bars appear over their heads... HP bars? Probably.\n\n'Welp,' you muse, teleporting yourself to the Boss Room. Since you spent all your LP on the gacha, you don't exactly have any other options than to just face them yourself. You draw both swords and wait... and wait... yeah geez you have absolutely got to get some extra rooms and traps and stuff in this place.\n\nIn fact the adventurers look a little bored by the time they come into the Boss Room too, though that quickly fades as they spot you standing there with your weapons out, the two of them readying their weapons. But you can also see them dart glances towards the pedestal and spot the ring... and from the way their eyes light up, they're <i>definitely</i> just seeing it as the highly valuable Ring of Boosting.\n\nBoth of them come in at you at once, obviously very used to working as a team. There's no tutorial popups for how to fight, so you just sort of do your best, reacting half on instinct and half trying to think quickly about how to dodge, deflect, and strike back. You're not too surprised when you land a good, solid hit with the Vorpal Cleaver on the guy and it takes off almost half of his HP bar, causing him to cry out as his light armor is cut and a red gash appears across his chest.\n\n"Toren!" the girl cries, glaring at you... then darting a glance to the side. Apparently making a quick decision, she ducks back, then tries to dart around you. It's pretty obvious what she's doing... she's making a run for the ring, hoping that the stat boost it will give her will let her turn the tide in their favor.\n\n<hr>\n[[Stop her.|GGDL]]\n\n[[Let her.|GGDL]]

<span style="font-family:Times;font-size:14px;font-style:normal;font-weight:bold;text-decoration:none;text-transform:none;font-variant:small-caps;color:000000;"><center>Local Activities</center>\n\n[[Haunted House Night|GGHHStart]]: User shandor666 is offering up a unique chance to learn about a local urban legend and Deviville history! Overnight spooky fun for you and up to three friends new or old!\n\n[[Find a Date Meeting|GGDateStart]]: User sakuraimatsumoto arranges events for Devivillains aged 14-17 to get together in a safe, welcoming environment to see if young romance can bloom! Could this be how you find that special someone?\n</span>

Still not really believing in this superhero stuff, you shake your head. "Nah. Besides, what would we do with my luggage?"\n\n"Oh, yeah, good point." Molly grins sheepishly, rubbing the back of her head.\n\nSoon the taxi pulls up in front of a fairly old but nice-looking two story brownstone set between two slightly taller and newer buildings. Molly helps you haul your bags out of the taxi and up the steps (not that you have many, your clothing taste runs to simple and you travel light) and unlocks the door. "My Aunt Em is out at work now. Sometimes she's out pretty late, so most of the time we'll be on our own."\n\n"That's okay, I'm used to it. Heh, you actually have an Auntie Em?"\n\n"Shaddup!" she answers with a laugh.\n\nHowever, once the two of you have gotten inside, her cellphone beeps and she pulls it out, clicking it on to read the text message. Whatever it is causes her eyes to widen, and she makes a strangled noise in her throat. "Um! I gotta go! There's this... thing!... I gotta take care of!" She scrambles back to the door. "I'm really <i>really</i> sorry, okay?! My room's upstairs on the left, I left you a key and a map of the city there! You can go out or stay in or do... um, whatever!" She slams the door after herself, then opens it and pokes her head back in, making a face. "<i>So</i> sorry!" Then she's out and slamming the door again.\n\nYou stare after her. Well. That's a helluva thing. But it looks like for at least the next few hours, you're on your own.\n\n<hr>\n[[Go out and see the city.|FemPalladium1x2]]\n\n[[Stay in.|FemPalladium3x1]]

So if you become a Producer, you just, what... milk cows, collect eggs, maybe sheer a few sheep? How strenuous can it be? A lot better than roaming around the farm doing whatever manual labor comes to hand, right? "I think I'll take the Producer job," you tell May.\n\n"Oh, good! I really think you'll love it!" she replies, actually clasping her hands and beaming at you. "You know I still take a turn being a Milk Producer every so often myself, since it comes so naturally to me. I find it a nice little break from my administrative duties. A lot of our Producers get so hooked on the job, they ask us to set them up with a position doing it professionally! Now, here we goooo," she murmurs, briefly rummaging in her desk, before handing you a small sheet of clear plastic with faintly-lit lines and a blinking dot and arrow at the center. "Just use this to get to the production facility center, and they'll get you assigned."\n\n"Got it." You get to your feet and head out, past the rows of people still waiting to be interviewed, and follow the path of the little map along the paths. At a call of 'Wait up!' from behind, you blink and slow, turning around, grinning when you spot Mix jogging to catch up. "Oh, hey."\n\n"You decide to be a Producer too?" she asks as she catches up to you, giving you a grin in return as the two of you resume walking.\n\n"Yeah, it sounded better than being a worker or a mechanic or whatever."\n\n"Well it's some of the least strenuous work on the farm, yeah," Mix agrees with a bob of her head. "Lot less chance to get yourself into trouble, too, which is why I ultimately picked it. The strong woman resists temptation, the wise woman places herself not in its path, y'know?"\n\nThat sounds very Confucious. Or maybe Egg Shin. The two of you soon approach a not particularly large, and in fact rather plain building, though it has several larger barnlike structures out behind it scattered around. You and your new friend head through the front door, the small office area beyond mostly empty, but with the main desk facing the door occupied by a red-skinned woman with black hair, solid black eyes, red skin, short horns, and four arms. She looks up as you come in, smiling a bit. "You two new producers?" At your and Mix's confirmation, she picks up a pair of datapads with her left hands and holds them out towards either of you. "Bracelet touch, please."\n\nOnce you've put your wrist to one pad and Mix done the same with the other, the woman brings both back in and operates both at once with all four hands. "Alright, Mixilia and Cyan LaChance. So right now we've got a lot of stuff open, and I don't mind letting newbies choose. Choices are milk, eggs, wool, meat, or livestock."\n\n"Livestock?" you ask curiously.\n\n"One of the things farms produce is more animals, yanno," Mix answers for the woman.\n\n"Exactly right. Mixilia, what would you like?"\n\n"Eh, if it's all the same, let Cyan pick and assign me with her? She's from an unaligned world and pretty urban, I'd like to be able to help her out at least sometimes."\n\n"That's nice of you," the red-skinned woman says, while you're going all gooey inside. "I think we can manage that. So, Cyan, what would you like to produce?"\n\n<hr>\n[[Milk.|GGOri]]\n\n[[Eggs.|GGOri]]\n\n[[Wool.|GGOri]]\n\n[[Meat.|GGOri]]\n\n[[Livestock.|GGOri]]

While not exactly exotic or exciting, Hill Heights seems like it offers you a much better opportunity to get right back on your feet, as it were. Sure you'll be the "new girl" there, but it's a high school just like Deviville High, right? You can manage that.\n\nWell, maybe. Turns out that there are actual multiple schools in Hill Heights, and possibly as part of begging your forgiveness for relocating you, your father is giving you your pick of which one you'll attend. \n\n[[Hill Heights High School|MeanHH]] - Essentially their equivalent of Deviville High School. The most familiar ground to rebuild on, but then, also the most boring.\n\n[[Saint Sacuma's Preparatory School|MeanHH1x1]] - Apparently not a Catholic school even though the name sounds like one and it's apparently got similar uniforms. It is supposed to be more elite than public high school, though that might also make it a bit harder to get away with stuff...\n\n[[Merriweather's Elite Campus for Talented Young Women|MeanHH]] - You just almost bite immediately when you take a look at the brochure. This place looks more like a luxury resort than a high school! It shows girls getting manicures during lunch, soaking in hot tubs after gym class, even shopping at a high-end boutique that's apparently right there on school grounds! It looks like paradise! ... And something about that feels... off. Maybe it just seems too good to be true. Either way you back off it a little and at least consider the other options.

"I thought we'd do a little shopping," you answer cheerfully, still rubbing up and down his shoulders. Ken squirms a little more, but now looks rather dubious. Like any youngster, he's had to endure a few shopping trips where there wasn't much for him to do but sit around and wait. (You're an indulgent mother but not quite indulgent enough to spare him those entirely). "There's some things we need, after all."\n\n"What things?" he asks, obviously trying not to sound as leery as he is.\n\n<hr>\n[[Clothes.|Marei]]\n\n[[A car.|Marei]]\n\n[[Electronics.|Marei]]

Hey, what's a summer without some adventure? You're old enough to walk the streets of the "dangerous" areas of Deviville without supervision. Y'know, in broad daylight. In public areas. ... Yeah, adventure!\n\nThere is a bit of a 'gap' of about a mile between any real amount of buildings and the area where you're headed, leaving you walking on the sidewalk along a mostly deserted street without many buildings around. 'Is this the country?' you ask yourself, holding out a hand towards a passing butterfly, as various city noises are still vaguely audible from behind you.\n\nIn the midst of your memetic musing, a van drives by... or, well, starts to, only to slow down to a crawl, letting you catch up as a tan-skinned woman with rather luxurious hair leans out of the window. "Hey! Hi! Where ya goin'?"\n\nThat's a bit odd, but since she seems normal enough you shrug. "Just kind of walking around, looking for something to do."\n\n"Oh, going over towards Montrose...?"\n\nYou do think that's a street in the area ahead so you give a nod. "Yeah, something like that."\n\n"Well hey, it's getting hot out here, and we're headed that way, why don't you hop in and we'll give you a ride?" she offers. "Especially if you're looking for something to do, I know a ton of cool places to go around here that you're not gonna find on any trip app, y'know?"\n\nYou glance aside at her. Is... is a stranger offering you a ride? In an unmarked van? Wow, it's like directly out of an after school special. ... On the other hand it's not like you're a kid anymore. Besides, it's another girl, right? What are the chances she's some sort of pervert or kidnapper? \n\n<hr>\n[[Accept the ride.|GGBad1x1]]\n\n[[Pass.|GGBad4x1]]

Why not? She's pretty well-known around the neighborhood and it's not like you're being smuggled into her house under the cover of night, you're pretty sure if you go in now that one of the neighborhood gossips would tell the cops where you went. (You wonder what they'll say if you <i>don't</i> disappear, really. Eh, who cares.) You follow Tricia back up her walk and into her house, with you glancing around as you head to the kitchen. Yeah, you're guessing she did all the decorating, and her husband probably just lets her, you somehow don't imagine the old dude is very much into salt lamps and 'rainbow unicorn' potpourri. Soon the two of you are sitting at the table, with cups of coffee in front of you, and you're taking a sip of yours to find out it's surprisingly good, like way better than any of the coffee shops at the-\n\n"So you found out about your parents' sex parties, huh?" Tricia says cheerfully.\n\n"GLBFFFFF!" You lurch forward over the table, coughing desperately and pounding a hand in the small puddle you've created, as if that might help you keep the coffee from seeping into your lungs like it feels like it's trying to.\n\nTricia's eyes are wide. "Oh woooow, I've never <i>actually</i> seen anyone do that, I thought it was just in cartoons or something! ... Oh gosh I'm sorry!" she yelps as it apparently sinks in that you're actually in discomfort, hopping up and rushing around the table to rub your back. "Um, there there, and junk."\n\n"Wha... wha... wha?" you manage a bit hoarsely as you get yourself under control.\n\n"Um, I mean, that <i>is</i> why you came climbing out of your room and ran off the other night, right?" Tricia asks as she sits back down. At your slow nod, she eyes you. "I mean, everything okay there? You were just embarrassed, not-"\n\n"Yeah, they didn't know I was there, I snuck back in. I'd been planning to, y'know, crash the party before I... knew," you admit, wiping at your face with the kitchen towel she handed you. Then you blink. "Wait, how do you know about them?"\n\n"Oh, me and my husband go to them sometimes," Tricia answers breezily, though she looks concerned at the noise you make. "Geez at least you weren't drinking coffee that time, are you alright and stuff?"\n\n"I... guess. So wait, you...?"\n\n"I haven't gone in awhile, actually," Tricia explains with a shrug. "I dunno it's just like... I'm pretty much the youngest person there, but even most of the younger people are just so... fuddy duddy, y'know? Outside of the sexy fun stuff, everyone wants to talk about what they think the stock market is doing, complain about their kids or their boss, complain about what interest rates are doing, it's all just so... guh." She pouts as she props her chin up on her hands, looking at you. "I mean, it'd be one thing if you wanted to have a sexy fun party where people talked about what was good on TV, how hot actors named Chris are, or the hot new time travel romance books, but those sex parties are just so..." She trails off, probably not wanting to say 'adult', considering, but you still get her meaning.\n\n"I mean... I guess I get you, yeah," you agree after a moment. "I mean I'm there with you on at least two out of three of those subjects at the least. I mean if I <i>was</i> going to have a sex party I'd probably, like... want synthwave playing and versus console games on the TV or whatever while doing the sexy fun stuff."\n\n"Yes, see, that's what I'm talking about!" Tricia exclaims, pointing at you with both hands. "We need a young, vibrant sex party in this town!"\n\nYou blink. "Er, wait, we need what?"\n\n"... I just meant hypothetically, but..." Tricia trails off, then her green eyes begin to sparkle. "But hey, hey, wouldn't that actually be pretty cool? Putting together a naughty sex party for the younger crowd?"\n\n"I mean..." You consider briefly, then shrug. "... Okay in theory that's pretty hot," you admit, squirming a little in your chair. "But isn't that also sort of, y'know, illegal?"\n\n"Hmmmm..." Tricia frowns, rubbing her chin, then brightens. "Actually, as long as we don't allow alcohol and we keep the age range from your age to mine, I think we're good! And don't do something dumb like, y'know, charge admission." At your stare, she shrugs. "Oh why would you think I wouldn't know this state's age gap laws for relationships?"\n\nOkay, fair point there, she kind of had a good reason for being familiar. Still, a wild sex party? Bringing in your friends for casual lewd activities and video games? That just sounds...\n\n<hr>\n[[... too freaky.|GGParent]]\n\n[[... like the best Saturday night ever.|GGParent]]

You've actually been looking forward to Defiant Summoner for awhile. Might as well not put it off any longer. You start up the client and spend a moment finding the mailing slip with your beta key on it so that you can type it in. Ugh, hard copy, you can't copy-paste from this! Oh well. You finish typing in and watch the launcher go through the process of downloading the data... which takes surprisingly little time. The game launches, your screen going black, and you feel torn between eagerness for the opening cinematic and the eagerness to get past it so you can properly set up the graphics options.\n\nBut instead of a deep-voiced narrator or elegantly-arranged CG visuals, a quiet droning sound starts coming from your speakers, and odd colors begin swirling slowly across the screen. For a moment you think something must have gotten screwed up, that download did seem awfully fast, it better not have messed up your computer! But your irritation and worry quickly melts away, as you find the red and blues and purples and whites washing back and forth and swirling and curling around each other all really relaxing somehow. Even that droning noise from your speakers is actually kind of nice, like some sort of vibration pulse gently moving through your body and relaxing your muscles. You ease back into your chair, eyes growing heavy-lidded as you watch the screen. This is actually better than any MMO you've ever played. This is good. This is nice.\n\nEventually you hear the doorbell ring. Not caring that you're wearing nothing but a black t-shirt and black thong, you get up and walk in somewhat heavy-footed fashion out the door and down the stairs, heading to open the door. You don't actually look at the suited, sunglassesed men standing there, even as one uses his fingers to pry one of your eyes further open and flash some sort of scanner over it. He glances at the other and nods. "Confirmed, this one's on the list."\n\n"Go and get in the van," the second one says to you, pointing at the blue van with heavily-tinted windows sitting at the end of the walk, some advertisement for plumbing services emblazoned on the side. Not bothering to nod, you simply walk down the front walk of your home and clamber into the back of the van, parking your essentially bare ass on one of the bench-style seats. There are a handful of other people in the van, most of them close to your age, and some in similar states of undress, but all of them are also sitting with eyes forward, bodies settled on the seats like lumps.\n\nThe men in suits close the sliding door of the van and both climb in, and begin driving. They pick up two more people... a boy a few years older than you and a girl a year or two younger... before they both seem to settle in themselves. You're not sure how long they drive, because you've ceased to be bored, scared, or really care at all about how long things take.\n\nUntil you blink.\n\nYour eyes widen a little as things start to come back to you, but you quickly repress the urge to start looking around, let alone freaking out. Somehow, you were hypnotized, that seems obvious enough. Now you've been loaded into a van and are being taken somewhere, and you're betting it's not for an all-expenses-paid trip to Worldland. You also fight to repress a blush as you realize you're still half-naked... bastards. Still, you're betting they have methods for dealing with people that 'come out of it', and they might have a period in front and 'caliber' at the end, so you do your best to stay slumped in your seat like nothing has changed.\n\nEventually the van stops, the men in suits get out, and the door slides open. "Out and line up," one of them calls. Doing your best to imitate the shuffle of the others, you get out of the van and fall into a long shoulder-to-shoulder line in front of it. All of your willpower to not act out is put to the test as you see something big and black prowling along at the side of one of the men now... it looks roughly like a dog, but it's huge, coming up past his waist, its shoulders bulging and broad, its tail ratlike and probably at least half again as long as the rest of its body. Its eyes glow a milky green-white, like a cheep glow-in-the-dark shirt.\n\nIt looks like you're out in the middle of the woods, with the only structure around a long, squat cement building directly in front of you, no windows or lights in evidence. One of the men in suits eyeballs the line. "Buncha punk kids, mostly."\n\n"Yeah, but this one's the kind of punk I like," the other says, grinning as he stops in front of you. "Hey, these are all meant to go to processing anyway, right?"\n\n"Far as I know." The first heaves a sigh. "So, go ahead, just don't take forever, okay?"\n\n"Nah, won't take long, not with watching that cute blue hair bob on me." The one in front of you undoes his fly and fishes out a rather impressively-sized cock, wobbling in pudding-firm fashion as he gives it a little shake at you. "Get down on your knees, girl, and suck my cock."\n\n<hr>\n[[You've gotta keep up the charade, so do it.|GGDSPlaceholder]]\n\n[[Take this as your chance to escape.|GGDS1x1]]

You hang from a long chain attached to the ceiling somewhere above, the leather cuffs holding your wrists tight together and over your head, almost your entire body weight supported by your arms. Your toes can just barely brace on the ground, keeping you from hanging limp, the necessary pose arching your back, constantly jutting out your tits and lifting your ass for display. You've been like this for a few days now... you're fairly certain normal people would have dislocated their arms by now or something else equally unpleasant. But though there's discomfort, and sometimes pain, you always endure... you just keep going, trying to keep yourself up, taking the punishment, because it's what the inhuman creature that owns you body and soul has decreed you'll do.\n\nYou look around the 'playroom', though not much has changed. All the various racks, instruments, and machines the Mistress likes to use on you or the others are currently unoccupied. Your only company at the moment is your fellow slave... though she's not exactly much company these days. Mistress especially likes to treat her... didn't her name used to be 'Leslie'?... as an animal. Her hair, both on her head and in between her legs, is thick and shaggy, and her eyes betray little more than animal intelligence as she too gazes around the room. She shifts on all fours, the tags of her collar jingling, but she can't move too much... the little cage she's kept in simply doesn't have enough room. Her tongue lolls out as she pants a bit, wiggling a bit more in sudden excitement, letting out a few wordless yaps of happiness.\n\nSoon you get to see what got her reacting. The Mistress strides past you, in her full glorious demonic form, immense red tits wobbling and huge crimson cock swaying. Svarog pads along beside her, larger and with powerful tiger-like claws on display, horns curling from the sides of his head, tusklike teeth jutting up from his lower jaw. "Yes, yes, it's playtime," she coos to the wiggling, excited slave, leaving you to bite your lip in hopes that she's not the only one that's getting attention today. You watch as the door of the cage is opened and Leslie quickly crawls out, yapping happily and raising her ass as Errana gives it a smack with her hand, wiggling it in plea for more. Errana gives her a few more smacks, then straightens up.\n\n"Alright, bitch. I've decided today's the day. I'm actually going to breed you. Are you ready to have Svarog's puppies?" She laughs as the naked, collared slave can't spin around and present to the big beast fast enough, not even bothering to watch as Svarog mounts her, his immense, black-veined, red-fleshed cock penetrating her hairy pussy and sliding in deep. Instead the demoness moves around behind you, making you quiver with anticipation. Just as you'd hoped, a moment later there's a whistling sound and a crack, making you cry out with mingled pain and joy at the expert strike of the whip across your back. You jerk and twitch in your bonds, watching your fellow slave being beastfucked as you're whipped, envying her that massive red cock pounding into her long since stretched and darkened cunt even as you revel at the strikes of the whip on your back, your ass, your own puffy, well-used lips.\n\nAs Svarog's knot is starting to swell and pound against the other slave's battered cuntlips, the Mistress's huge breasts press against your whip-marked back, making you shiver as she leans in to whisper in your ear. "This is the day, pet. All these years, I've been keeping you under a spell of obedience. Letting it slowly, gradually erode your free will. But the last choice has to be yours. Just like I let the little one make her own choice just now... she chose to give up the last of her sentience, the last of her humanity, and become truly a bitch. Look at her, pet."\n\nYou shudder a little as you look at... Leslie, yes, Leslie... being fucked by Svarog. Yes, her eyes are completely now, her face a bestial mask of brainless pleasure. There's little doubt in your mind that as Svarog forces that huge knot into her and ties inside her, as she howls animalistically with glee, that this time she really is being impregnated with puppies. You gasp loudly as Errana presses your legs together, closing them around her cock, thrusting it gently between your thighs and against your dripping pussy.\n\n"But it's your last chance. You can say 'no'. I'll turn you free, with your memory blanked, none the worse for wear. You can go home, to your family, resume your life. Or..." Her gloved hand grips your chin and turns your head, towards a brazier hosting several long metal bars, the lower halves of them glowing. "You can be mine forever. An eternal cycle of being punished, and being fucked and knocked up with my imps and Svarog's puppies, and being punished again. Thousands of years of constant pain and pleasure and my cock. What say you?"\n\nThe decision really should be harder, with it finally being yours to make again. But almost instantly, you're moaning out, "Please... let me be yours... brand me, then fuck me and knock me up, I'm begging you!"\n\n"Of course. Good pet," she coos, stroking your hair as if you were one of the animals still rutting in front of you, making their inhuman sounds of coupling. She walks away, easily gripping one of the irons and drawing it out of the coals, showing off the glowing orange emblem on the end. She lets you have a good, long look as she carries it over, then moves behind you. "Be sure to scream for me, darling."\n\nAs the hot metal presses to your ass, as you can hear your skin sizzle and smell it cook, you let out a shriek of intense pain and almost intense orgasm, screaming out the last of your free will and personhood as the Mistress's mark is permanently etched into your flesh.\n\nIt feels... so good.\n\n<b>Errana</b> end - <i>Permanent marker</i>

"I'm gonna hafta start adapting to this place at some point in the next three years, right?" you note with a shrug. "And if I'm gonna spend three years in a military academy, I kind of want to enjoy at least these three days on my own."\n\n"I suppose I can understand that. Here," she says, slipping a card out of her pocket and offering it to you. At your hesitation, she pushes it a bit further forward you. "Please, it's not much, but it should be enough to get a simple sleep pod for each night, some food, and a transport to the Academy."\n\n"Thanks, Edwina," you murmur, smiling at her as you take the card. "I appreciate it."\n\n"Please take care of yourself. And please make sure to show up as ordered," she adds. "If not, you'll become a fugitive, and I doubt either of us wants that on our record." With that, she turns and makes her way out through the doors.\n\nAnd so you're left standing there, free... on an alien planet. You glance around, pondering what to do and whether to follow after her, then notice that there's what looks like an elevator labeled 'Main Lift'. You press the button and step inside when the doors slide open, noticing there's no visible control panel. "Um... lobby?" you say aloud, relaxing a little as the doors slide closed and there's a faint hum of movement. Soon the doors slide open, revealing a largeish area that looks like a slightly more polished and metallic version of every new-ish government building you've ever been in. There's not a ton of hustle and bustle... you suppose that since it's a military court building it's probably not as busy as the civilian kind. You glance around, feeling mildly nervous at the sight of the guards, but they simply glance briefly at you then seem to dismiss you from their minds. But after a moment you also spot a plastic bin labeled 'Lost and Found'. (You're surprised you can read it... but relieved too.) Remembering that you're not exactly dressed to pass, you sidle over to it, hesitating and glancing at the nearest guard again.\n\n"It's fine, most of that crap's been there for years," she murmurs out of the corner of her mouth without really looking at you.\n\nGiving her a grateful smile, you sort through the surprising number of items and clothing that have been turned in. (You don't quite want to think why people have lost their pants in the court building, but you're going to assume it was for innocent changing clothes reasons since you want to wear a pair of them.) Hefting up a small armful of your finds, you carry them into the bathroom, and emerge a few minutes later no longer looking like a convict. You found a pair of pants made of what seems like the same sort of patterned and stretchy-adhering black rubber stuff the now much-lamented suit was made of, and which do a similar job of making your butt and legs look good, a pair of extremely battered and dirty but still auto-adjusting strapped boots, and a blue and white motorcycle style jacket, as well as the same tanktop since you couldn't find a shirt you liked. Dumping the orange pants back into the lost and found, you give the guard another grateful smile and a little wave before heading out the front doors.\n\nIt's a little like being in downtown, if there were a really huge nerd convention with a ton of cosplay happening, just that here a lot of the aliens are wearing business suits. The urban din is really similar too, just with a lot of different sort of hums and buzzing and thrums added in. Trying not to wade out into the flow of foot traffic yet, you glance up, seeing that the city apparently has "levels", the buildings tall and many of them with large balconies jutting out from parts of them, flight traffic generally sticking on the same level as the larger of the balconies. Shrugging a little, you slip onto the sidewalk and just start walking along... no one's really giving you any second looks, and once or twice you even think you spot another human, but they're gone in the crowd too quickly to tell.\n\nSo. You have three days of freedom on an alien world before you have to show up for Alien West Point or Starfleet Academy or whatever. What to do with it? Well you could just [[hang out|GGSR]], try to wander around and see the sights, which for you is just about everything since it's an alien world. You glance aside as a particularly attractive and scantily-clad alien saunters past... you could also try to [[hook up|GGSR]], you guess, maybe 'I'm shipping out tomorrow' works as a pickup line here too. Which makes you realize, there were several mentions that on Earth you might have been considered still a child, but it sounds like here you're considered an adult... well, certainly adult enough to stand trial and to join a branch of the military. That means you could do adult things like [[go to a bar|GGSR13x1]] or [[get some body art|GGSR12x3]]... heh, how'd that be for a tattoo story, 'Oh this? Just decided to get it one day. On an <i>alien world</i>.' \n\nAnd you can't really avoid thinking it... you could also [[run|GGSR]]. Do your best to disappear, flee the planet, get three days head start on being labeled a fugitive. Even if you couldn't get back to Earth within three years that way, part of you can't help but feel that's better than having the decision made for you by a bunch of crotchety old cyborgs.

Heck yeah, surely there's enough on the card Edwina gave you to get a small tattoo... ooo, or maybe those nipple rings you've always wanted! Of course you doubt you're going to find a body art joint in the nice area of town a few blocks from a military courthouse, so you have to wander for awhile. Eventually the crowds walking the sidewalks thin out, and the people lingering around start looking a bit tougher and/or sketchier as well as alien. You keep your back straight and an easy look on your face, projecting your best 'I belong' demeanor as you go along. You're starting to see more tattoos and piercings on people which is certainly a good sign, although some of it's pretty intimidating... like the big group of guys on a stoop who look like humanoid dinosaurs, dressed in stylish but obviously rather 'punk' clothes, various piercings adorning their faces and muzzles, as well as tattoos... you admit, several of them share an extremely badass tattooo design, something kind of like a roaring T-rex head surrounded by thorny flames. There's several female (or at least very female-appearing) aliens on a streetcorner, and you can't help but assume their profession from their scanty mode of dress (in fact one of them's wearing nothing at all, showing off her own body piercings). Several of them have really neat-looking tiger stripe pattern tattoos... you're fairly certain they're tattoos and not natural coloring, anyway, since some of the ones who have them are obviously different species. It's a really awesome tattoo job, and you'd worry about sending the wrong signal considering the profession that apparently prefers it, but now that you think about it, you saw a handful of normally-dressed people with similar stripes back in the nicer part of town, so it should be fine.\n\nEventually you spot a neon sign reading 'Kormin's Body Art'. Simple enough name, huh? Painted on the window below the sign is: 'Piercing - Tattoos - Elective Prosthetics - Body Mods | All work guaranteed: NO MALFUNCTION, NO INFECTION, NO NEURAL DECAY' Well, that's... simultaneously reassuring and horrifying. Still, there are some pictures of presumably their work in the menu, and it looks clean enough. The door slides open as you touch it, and you walk into the obvious showroom area, glancing around at the cases of jewelry. A second later another door slides open and a big, paunchy guy in a bandanna, sunglasses, and some sort of breathing mask, with dark purple skin and tentacles wriggling from behind his back, wearing a black tanktop and camo pants, steps out. "'Ey. 'Elp ya?" he asks.\n\n"Well, I was thinking I definitely want to get some piercings," you say, glancing at the tray. "Aaaand..."\n\n<hr>\n[[A T-rex tattoo.|GGSR]]\n\n[[Tiger stripes.|GGSR]]\n\n[[A prosthetic.|GGSR]]\n\n[["Just fuck me up, fam."|GGSR]]

Considering the two armed Drow ninjas or whatever they are with a tight grip on you and that you're in the middle of this guy's home, you decide that maybe honesty is the best policy. Leaving out only that you're not from this world, you take a deep breath and tell your tale starting from last night.\n\n"So, to summarize," Alrid says once you're done, picking up his glass again. "You were low on funds and decided to rob this house. Discovering no one at home, you also decided to have a meal and a night's sleep. You were awoken by that too-long-milkfed fool Lord Huron who said the treaty would fall through if you didn't negotiate for us immediately, which you could do because you tried to claim to be my daughter. You then..." He quirks a slender silver eyebrow. "Negotiated in good faith on behalf of my people and actually got a decent, equitable deal out of them."\n\n"I mean... pretty much, yeah," you answer, shrugging as much as the guards' grip on your arms will allow.\n\nAlrid looks at you for long moments, his face nearly as unreadable as the masks of his servants. Then he flicks a hand, and your arms are released, the guards stepping back and sheathing their swords. "Offering them a 'little' silk was actually a fairly canny move," he says slowly. "We do not generally allow it out at all, but with the actual amount of it left vague, we can keep it to a spare few bolts, spread out here and there across the Empire. The rarity will allow us to demand an even higher price." He stands up and saunters over, leaning in to look at you. "I will admit that I am pleased. It's a deal that I would not have even thought to make myself due to our policies, but that I will be able to sell back home easily enough. It does rather blunt the edge of my anger about the intrusion and lies. Still, I wonder... what to do with you, Cyan, hm?"\n\n<hr>\n[[He should let you go.|GGRogue]]\n\n[[He should reward you.|GGRogue]]\n\n[[You should keep up the charade.|GGRogue15x10]]

No, you've decided to do this... you're going to do a good job. Just like you couldn't leave these people, whatever their default alignment might be, out to dry by refusing, you can't just negotiate in bad faith on their behalf. You take a deep breath to bolster yourself, then reply, "No, that won't do at all."\n\nYou can see the shock on various of their faces, and the near-fury on the bearded man's. "Young lady, are you refusing the treaty?" Lord Huron asks.\n\n"No, but these terms are very close to one-sided and therefore unacceptable," you answer, still doing your best to use proper language. Luckily you seem to be managing to fake it as you continue. "You're saying that your people are allowed to intrude into our territory, and have to initiate hostilities before we treat them as invaders. Meanwhile, we have to stay off of the surface completely... not just in your territory, by your phrasing, but everyone's." You notice some uncomfortable shifting... perhaps you weren't quite meant to catch that they were trying to bar you from the surface completely instead of just the surface area of the Empire. "You're getting a much better deal out of this."\n\n"And what would you suggest?" the bearded man grumbles.\n\n"Just equal terms. If you want Imperials to be able to come into our territory and be treated peacefully at first, Drow have to be allowed to come into the Empire as long as they don't demonstrate any hostility. If they do, they have to be treated like an Imperial would in a Drow city... as a rulebreaker who did so without permission and knowing the risk, not as a representative of our people as a whole. And this can only apply inside your Empire, not the entire surface... other parts of the surface should need to make their own treaties."\n\nThere's more shifting, and some leaning to murmur to each other. Finally, Lord Huron sighs. "In truth, several neighboring political entities had pressured us for a wider ban. While I realize it may be unfair to place the weight of that on you now, it is simply the political reality that we cannot provide full equanimity in this matter without at least some other concession from the Drow."\n\nThat... seems kinda shitty, but hey, politics. Thinking of how you could salvage this, you furiously go over everything that was said to be part of the trade agreements, and throw a Hail Mary. "We'll agree to sell you some silk."\n\nThat makes more than one head shoot up, some of what are likely trade ministers exchanging wide-eyed glances. "Drow spider silk? You'd agree to trade it with us?"\n\nHoo, that sure got a response. Best not to promise too much then. "A small amount," you add, holding up your fingers slightly apart. "The exact amount should be decided by Duke Alrid in further negotiations. But if that's the incentive that it will take to agree to full equal treatment of one another's citizens, then I think we can manage it."\n\nThe council all leans in towards themselves one after the other, exchanging murmurs, Lord Huron nodding along the entire time. Finally everyone settles back into their seats. "Done, then."\n\nThere's a small, slightly ritualistic ceremony that follows, a contract with the diplomatic terms brought forth, with you using the indicated stamp to affix the Drow's agreement to everything. Lord Huron bows to you, then shows you the way to the carriage, allowing you to take it back to the mansion by yourself. You slump in the seat on the way back, huffing and shuddering, finding it totally unbelievable that you actually managed to pull all that off. Back at the diplomatic mansion, you walk through the gate under the gaze of the carriage guards and up the walk, feigning calm once again as you open the door and step inside. \n\nThe first thing that you notice is that the lights have been dimmed about halfway from where you left them. The second is the pair of scimitars that swing in, their edges pressing to your neck, the masked pair of scantily-clad androgynous guards to either side of the doorway fixing the black eyes of the silver-etched smooth stone masks on you. You go very still, eyes wide, and not feeling particularly relaxed as a male voice calls from the sitting room, "Show her in."\n\nThe guards lower their scimitars and grab you by the upper arms, hauling you down the entryway and into the adjacent area. The covers have been pulled off the furniture and the whole place has been cleaned and polished up just in the two hours you were gone. A rather beautiful man is sitting on the couch, wearing simple but obviously expensively-cut silk pants and tunic, with similar black and red designs as the robes you're wearing. His black-scleraed glowing red eyes fix on you, his long silver hair pulled back in a ponytail, his long backswept ears pierced with several silver rings. He swirls the dark liquid in his goblet a bit as he looks you up and down, before speaking again. "When I arrived, you can imagine my shock to hear from my informants in the palace that my daughter was there negotiating in my absence. Especially as I have been very careful about using birth control potions since I came of age. Imagine my even greater shock that my daughter was apparently a half-elf, and a surface one at that. So..."\n\nHe takes a sip from the glass, then sets it on the small table beside the couch before steepling his fingers. "Would you care to explain yourself?"\n\n<hr>\n[[Be honest.|GGRogue15x9]]\n\n[[Lie like a rug.|GGRogue]]

You think you can spin a tale to at least get him to leave, whoever he is. Thinking fast, you fling open the nearby wardrobe and find a set of black and red robes that will cover you practically to the floor, and a pair of slippers that readjust to fit your feet as you pull them on. Being naked beneath the robe... especially since it's made of the same wonderful spider silk as the sheets... is a little distracting, but other than being a little nipply it will do. (Heck that might even help, you never know.) You hurry downstairs, pausing in front of the door to compose yourself and your story. It's only as you're undoing the lock that you remember that in some editions, Drow equipment (like spider silk) dissolves in sunlight. Oh cr-!\n\nLuckily, as the early morning sun hits your robes, nothing happens other than you feeling slightly warmer... and then slightly cooler as a late fall breeze brushes across your front and turns your headlights into highbeams. The obvious nobleman does a double-take, you're not sure whether at your appearance or your <i>appearance</i>, before he scowls. "And just who are you?!"\n\n"I'm the envoy's new assistant," you reply in a courteous tone, giving a small bow. You have to take a guess, but from some of the things you saw in the bedroom... "He hired me to help with this particular assignment, since he thought I might blend in a bit better with surface folk."\n\nHe still looks dubious, eyeing you up and down... but then you are just brazenly standing there in the house wearing Drow clothing. "He... hired a half-elf?" the man says slowly, before making a bit of a face as if realizing that might be a bit of a faux pas despite it being an obvious question to ask.\n\n<hr>\n[["... Yup!"|GGRogue15x6]]\n\n[["Uhhhhh... SNEAK ATTACK!"|GGRogue]]

Just to be sure, you quiet your tread and slip through the downstairs, in the process finding the indoor greenhouse full of rather odd plants, the kitchen, what looks like a room for parties and a suite of rooms for servants, and through the hallways upstairs to listen and peek to make sure no one's actually at home. You get a good look at a lot of edgelord-y interior decorating, but confirm that no one's at home. Returning to the lower floor, you find a small slider a few feet below one of the light globes and move it up, bringing the lighting level up to something a bit more comfortable... the pale white glow is sort of like moonlight, doing slightly funny things to the colors, but at least now you can see properly.\n\nFirst, you decide to raid the fridge... and they do have a fridge, though it's more like just an artistically crafted metal box, with no sense of humming or motor, probably just a cold or stasis enchantment (or both). Whatever, it's cold inside and full of things like sausages and chicken that smell fresh, so you do a bit of cooking and make a sandwich using some sourdough-like bread you find. Your stomach full (and not bothering to clean up after yourself, at least not yet), you wander around the house some more, just taking a look at things and sort of enjoying the thrill of so freely walking around in a place you're not supposed to be at all. You eventually take a seat in the thronelike, spider-themed chair in the party room and just mull things over for awhile. Alright, you've got at least a temporary place to live, some funds if you can either find some hidden money in the house or sell some of the valuables, and probably at the least some backup weaponry and whatnot. There's quite a bit of food in the kitchen so there's that taken care of. So... what now?\n\n... The answer is, you're really not sure. You've proven your skills to yourself, certainly, but you're really not sure where to go from here. It always seems like in the stuff you've read, people have this plan ready to go, they get some immediate exposition that points them to what they need to do, or a way to go home. You have no idea if you're supposed to defeat the demon king or find a particular scroll or follow the adamantite road or whatever, you just got kind of dumped here. You don't feel a huge need to try and get home, considering that this place seems like it could be a lot of fun... but at the same time you're not quite sure how to point yourself in the direction of that fun. \n\nSighing and deciding you're simply too tired and "punch"-drunk to properly think this out tonight, you decide to get some sleep and consider the issue some more tomorrow. Finding what you assume are the diplomat's quarters, considering they're the most luxurious (with the biggest bed and an attached bathroom), you pull the covering sheet off of it to reveal that the bed's already made up properly, with silk sheets and a crimson comforter. Sweet. You pull off your boots and unlace your armor, setting them in a pile on the floor near the bed, and tucking your knife on the bedside table before crawling under the covers naked. Oh wow, this stuff feels <i>amazing</i>! Is this spider-silk? You squirm between the sheets, your movements turning rather sensuous at the feel of it soft and smooth and perfect running over your nude body. It's hard to call the sensation anything other than sexual, and soon a hand is sliding between your legs, the other coming up to cup one of your pert breasts, toying with the gleaming silver piercing as you moan softly and writhe about on the gloriously perfect bed, your hips bucking and jerking as your fingers slide inside your pussy and start to pump slowly, your ass brushing across the silk as much as you can get it to. You get yourself off twice before settling in to properly sleep, pleased with both your temporary home and your 'tryout' of your new body.\n\nYou're abruptly awakened by the sound of someone pounding on a door. Jerking upright, you stare around, seeing that you're still alone in the bedroom. The knocking comes again, obviously from downstairs. Noticing that the window of this room is just black rather than shuttered, you walk over and experimentally brush your fingers over a small orb mounted on the wall next to it. The opaque panes clear somewhat, turning merely tinted and allowing you to see out. There're a semi-decent view of the front door from here, showing you someone in rich garb and flanked by guards. There are more guards in the street outside around a large chariot. Uh... crap.\n\n<hr>\n[[Make a break for it!|GGRogue]]\n\n[[You can bluff your way through this.|GGRogue15x5]]

You suddenly realize you have the potential to screw over a lot of people here... not just the humans who have worked towards this, but the Drow. Maybe all the Drow. Now, fantasy setting standards would usually indicate Drow are evil... but you're still not sure you're quite ready to screw over tens of thousands of people, maybe more, just based on that. Doing your best to conceal a hard swallow, you instead force a grin. "Um, well, I'm not really a negotiator, but... the law's the law, so I'll do my best."\n\nHe looks noticeably relieved, nodding and stepping back to gesture you down the walk. Taking a deep breath, you step out and close the door after yourself, making your way down the walk with him and his guards falling into step behind you. It's about then that you really remember that there's nothing between your naked body and the entire outside world other than a very thin draping of red and black silk that, other than the sensuous soft brush against your skin, barely feels like it's there. Great, not only are you going to have to negotiate some sort of diplomatic or trade agreement, you're going to have to do it feeling like you're in the nude.\n\nStill, you try not to let on as you climb into the carriage and take your seat (though you're fairly certain the noble notices the way the robes fall against your ass as you're getting in, from the way his cheeks are red when he gets in as well). The door is closed and there's the slap of reins and the neigh of horses before you're jostling your way down the streets, both you and the well-dressed man trying to ignore the way your perky tits jiggle with the bumpy ride.\n\nSoon the carriage passes through the gates and moves up the palace drive, the palace itself mostly made of white stone, the front steps guarded by many, many, many guards in gleaming fullplate. You sit with a smile on your face and a long internal scream as the carriage pulls up in front and you do your best to get out in a graceful fashion and not think of how many of the guards might be staring behind their helmets at your tits and ass through the thin silk of the robe. Instead you just follow the well-dressed man up the steps and along several richly-appointed hallways... oh yeah, everything in here, including the water pitchers stationed occasionally on small tables against the wall, looks like it could sell for enough to buy a suit of armor... maybe not quite as nice as the ones outside but still. You almost wish you'd decided to rob this place instead, but quickly shy away from that, worried that if you even think like that too loudly they might catch you. \n\nYou're shown into a long, somewhat more understated room that's mostly just big enough for the long dark wood table in the middle, apparently with the idea that there shouldn't be too many distractions. Humans of various ages and opulence of dress are sitting arranged around it, all of them eyeing you suspiciously as the noble who came with you pulls your chair (at one end of the table) out for you. "This is Duke Alrid's daughter," he says formally, giving the rest a glower when they make much the same face that he did. They quickly fall into line, and he moves to the other end of the table. "She will therefore, hopefully, be granting final approval to the terms of this treaty between our people. Ah, forgive my earlier rudeness in my rush, I am Lord Huron, and these people are our various council ministers, you'll excuse me if I don't introduce them all but we are, after all, pressed for time."\n\n"Of course," you reply calmly, keeping your eyes from showing white all the way around with a distinct effort.\n\n"Now, when last we spoke, Duke Alrid had agreed to all of the most minor trade agreements of things like grain, wine, and minor magical items, and to the terms of further diplomatic contact. However he was called back to his homeland below before we could finalize the diplomatic issues we'd discussed."\n\nA broad-shouldered man with a well-trimmed beard says, "We have conceded that any Imperial citizen who enters your Queen's territory and commits acts of aggression shall be considered to be trespassing and yours to deal with as you see fit... anyone who goes down so far should be well aware of the risks and what they are doing. As long as you do not attack them preemptively and give them a chance to interact peacefully. However, in return, you must agree to stop <i>all</i> incursion into the surface world. No more raiding parties, no more slavers, only coming to the surface after seeking permission and being granted it. If you agree to this, I believe we can consider this treaty firm enough to make revisions to it next year, when the Emperor will be through again."\n\nYou can almost feel your ears perk. This is what they want? Heck, you could get out of all this by agreeing, and sticking it to the Drow at the same time! ... The Drow... you've decided to represent. Without their permission. A little twinge of guilt hits you at the idea, despite your preconceptions. What to do...?\n\n<hr>\n[[Accept the terms.|GGRogue]]\n\n[[Negotiate the terms.|GGRogue15x8]]

The "slut gallery", where you keep the slaves you've captured using the Reconditioning Rifle, for the most part. Rather than a traditional gallery, it's technically a long line of holosuites... little miniature environments, each one tailored to let the reconditioned slaves show off their particular lewdness. Next to each set of sliding doors is a viewscreen giving a glimpse of the slut inside, and their current activities. Suite M-1 is empty, reserved for you to bring in one or more of the sluts to a new environment to play around with them, if you don't want to use the default one.\n\n<<if $sluttifa is true>>Suite 7-1 contains the reconditioned [[Tifa|Capture-SlutTifa1]]. Her holosuite has been set up as a recreation of her bar, save that it's now populated exclusively by incredibly well-hung boorish perverts.<<endif>>

Well, you're now a sneaky mcsneakpants, clearly. And the obvious thing to do with that is pull off a bit of a heist! Especially since other than the money in the purse you lifted, you don't have a coin to your name. You have no idea how much lodgings cost, but with only a single dagger and the clothes (armor?) on your back, you need a better influx of cash to make a go of it here.\n\nYou continue to wander the streets, sizing up the buildings you come across and letting your new knowledge and skills appraise them, as well as keeping your ears open to the chatters around you. You start to get a decent idea of what this world is like, but more than that, you begin to get a good idea of several potential targets that you could go after.\n\nFirst of all, there's a [[merchant's townhouse|GGRogue]]... a two-story affair that, after taking a good look at it, offers various methods of entry. He's apparently quite wealthy and this is one of several similar houses he keeps in various different cites where he owns a few small shops each, so you figure you have at least a chance he's not there at all. Certainly you don't see any lights on in any of the windows. Similarly, there's the [[mansion of a foreign diplomat|GGRogue15x2]]... no one's sure from which country because they've never seen him, and there are a lot of people who think that he doesn't really exist and it's just some way for someone who works for the local lord to embezzle money. But hey, they might still keep some valuables in there, and worse comes to worse, free place to stay for the night!\n\nOn the much more dangerous end of the scale, but also much more likely to result in a payday that you could probably live on for a long, long time (or at least gear up to go do a proper dungeon run), there are two options that involve... well, basically stealing from the government. The Robin Hood defense, if you will. Apparently the guards have just completed going around to a lot of businesses in the city to collect taxes. All those taxes have been secured in one of the [[guard towers|GGRogue]]... no one's supposed to know which one, but at least five guys in identical light armor carrying bags towards one specific part of the city wall has sort of clued you in... they're not being terribly concerned about that aspect of their security, seems like. \n\nAnd then the big enchilada... the local [[royal palace|GGRogue]], where the lord lives and the Emperor stays (when he's in town). You overheard a couple of disreputable guys talking, and apparently getting in is a big challenge, and getting out a much larger one. But since the place is designed to be fit for the Emperor, every single thing in the palace is high quality and expensive and sells for a high price. What's more, apparently proving you stole something from the palace confers instant entrance to and status in the Thieves Guild... that could definitely help out a lot!

'Eh, fuck it, let's go for broke,' you think to yourself as you swing over the ledge of the roof and lower your feet onto a windowsill. Easing yourself down into a crouch, you then spring into a flip over the top of the wall and its spikes and land in a roll on the lawn of the mansion. This... is definitely cool! Resisting the urge to either giggle or start humming 'With Cat-Like Tread' to yourself, you keep low and slip across the lawn, staying edged in close to the shadows cast by the wall as you make your way to the front door. Doing a quick check to make sure no one's watching from the street, you lean down and take a look at the lock... much as you suspected, there's only a secure but standard physical lock, though something else tickles at your senses. Rummaging in your things, you find a set of strange little metal tools, as well as a pair of odd goggles with green lenses. Slipping them on, you see a set of glowing circles with runes and lines woven between them superimposed on the lock. Oho. Still, just from a look you can tell it's a fairly low-power and simple spell as well, and will be just as easy to disarm as the lock itself.\n\nIt really only takes a minute before there's a click and the door pops open inward just a bit. With another quick glance to check for anyone watching, you go ahead and open the door enough to slip inside and close it after you before hurriedly looking around. You're in a short hallway made of the same dark wood, and it's almost pitch black in here, the only illumination being an extremely faint glow from several glass spheres on the walls. Your eyes adjust after a moment, providing you with a view of the entryway, which is done up somewhere between an upscale home and a waiting room. Further inside is an actual sitting area with a long glass display case full of what you assume are art objects or pieces of historical value, and furniture that's been covered by white sheets. Aha! More evidence the place is empty! In fact, after listening for a few minutes for any signs of life and hearing none, you feel confident enough to straighten up and walk over to the display case normally.\n\nIt pretty quickly becomes obvious what sort of diplomat lives here... things like the gold and onyx spider with inlaid ruby designs and the long, thin scimitar in the case kind of give it away. Ha, a Drow diplomat? Well, no wonder it's shuttered up and so dark in here. Anyway, right off the bat you can see several obviously valuable things, like said spider sculpture or the scimitar. Of course, the more you take a look around, the more obvious it becomes that this place has been shuttered and probably for awhile... hell, you're talking about (dark) elves, maybe they only show up for like a year once a century or something. You could take a look around, get a little settled, take some time to figure out a plan for being displaced into a fantasy setting...\n\n<hr>\n[[Take a load off and stay for awhile.|GGRogue15x4]]\n\n[[Grab some treasure and get out.|GGRogue]]

You like your odds with the diplomat, seems like there's a fairly low risk for a decent chance of at least some reward. If there are any guards, they're likely to be pretty obvious, right?\n\nExamining the mansion itself, you don't see any guards at all, really. It's made out of black-lacquered wood and all the windows are shuttered... if there is a diplomat, maybe he's some evil Grand Vizier a particularly canny member of the royal family shipped off to another country to get rid of. Well, if that's true, you guess you have less fallout to worry about if things, y'know, go awry. Which is sort of weird to think about, but then again your current form seems to have a good idea of how to kill people so whatcha gonna do?\n\nThe mansion is surrounded by a fairly tall stone wall with an iron bar and spikes around the top to make it a hassle for any would-be intruders... except most of the buildings around it are more townhome-like things, squarish and run-together with mostly flat roofs, so it's relatively easy to find a place to clamber up a wall and then make your way around the place, casing it from the shadows. All the windows are shuttered for sure... an indication the diplomat's not even there? Lucky, if so, you could clean the place out <i>and</i> spend the night! You find you have no problems seeing despite the fact that it's rapidly approaching midnight and there's not much moonlight, and as you look it over your brain helpfully supplies various hints and suggestions for how to intrude upon the mansion.\n\nFrom what you can tell, there are three good possibilities. The first is a [[drain|GGRogue]] behind the house that seems to angle towards it... probably to let rain flush into the tunnels below the house and help move refuse along from whatever plumbing or disposal system they have set up. A very smelly but also likely the most secure way to get in, since it would probably bring you out somewhere deep in the house, and also be the least visible from outside.\n\nThe second is a [[basement window|GGRogue16x1]], just barely visible around the back of the house and a bit away from the door. You think with a bit of squeezing you could get through it, and again it would be putting you in a part of the house the least likely to have anyone there if it is, in fact, occupied against all appearances. \n\nAnd the third is... well... the [[front door|GGRogue15x3]]. If you really, truly believe no one's there, it might be your best bet. There can't be that much physical security on it since it would be too risky to people visiting on diplomatic business and too cumbersome for people going in and coming out regularly. So bop up pretty as you please, pick the lock, walk on in, walk on out when you're ready. Of course, it's also insanely fly-by-the-seat-of-your-pants risky... but you have to admit that also sort of makes it more exciting!

Somehow you feel like you might get overwhelmed if you wound up putting those on. Instead you walk away from the bed, even as you resist the urge to turn back and grab one of the tags several times. No... no, you don't want any of those, you're fine as is.\n\nYou walk down the stairs, bare tits and ass bouncing, and head for the front door, a shudder of shame and excitement running through you at realizing you're about to leave the house like this. But you have to, you just have to go out, you can't cover up your costume because you're a sex slave... f-for Halloween. Though when you open the door, you get a bit of a surprise... there's a box sitting right on your welcome mat, waiting for you, a note resting on top. Tits swaying as you lean down to pick it up, you look at the note. 'I decided you might have forgotten this part of your costume.'\n\nStepping back inside but leaving the front door open, feeling obligated to allow anyone who wants to peek in to watch you, you open the box. Inside are a pair of shiny black panties to match the boots and tall gloves you're wearing... and a ball gag. Classic red ball with black leather strap. Shivering and absolutely unable to help yourself, you pick up the panties and step into them, pulling them up and into place. As you pull the straps up high on your hips you can feel them hugging and conforming to your body, practically sealing themselves against you. The crotch hugs up against the mound of your pussy, turning it into a full, round curve that practically juts out in offering, smooth and plump and gleaming. The back of them slip into the crack of your ass, hugging up against the inner half of each of your buttocks and pressing in close enough that you can feel them constantly tickling and slightly stimulating your asshole. You're already moaning softly even as you lift the ballgag up and into place, forcing it in firmly, feeling your teeth digging into the yielding surface of the rubber as you fasten the strap of it behind your head, then brush your hair back over it as if it were a fancy necklace you'd just donned for the party.\n\nYou walk to your car in the outfit, seeing several of your neighbors staring from their porches and yards. You get in the car and head to the party like that, trying to ignore people staring from other vehicles... or taking pictures. Instead you focus on driving to the building where the party will be hosted, a rental building that incorporates a lot of seating as well as some rather nightclub-like accoutrements like a dance floor and full bar. You hand your keys to the staring teenaged valet and walk on past him and into the bar, shivering a little from the transition to loud dance music and pulsing lights... and a whole crowd of people staring at you, watching you as you walk in and through the room, gazing at your bare breasts and the reflected pulses of light off the motions of your new nipple rings, at the drool running down your chin below the ball gag, the sway of your half-bare ass in the tight, shiny panties. While there are plenty of other daring costumes, even some bondage gear here and there, you're absolutely the only one to go so far... among other aspects, you're the only one who's outright got her tits out. You find yourself lifting your chin to display your collar, hands crossing behind your back as if bound as you lean your shoulders back, showing off your bare breasts even more and making sure everyone has an unimpeded view... and unimpeded access.\n\n'I can't stop, I can't stop, I can't stop,' you think in time to your quickened breathing, every huff coming out around the gag emphasizing its presence. You stop as someone from the crowd steps up to you... William, a man you know from other gatherings. He's dressed as the Phantom of the Opera, a very nice tux complete with cape and a white partial mask affixed to the upper quarter of his face.\n\n"Holly? You, uh... wow, you really went pretty wild with your costume this year," he comments, clearly trying (and failing) to keep his eyes from roaming down from your face to consume the visual feast you're presenting. \n\n"... Mmf," you grunt through the ballgag, torn between humiliation and wishing someone actually would come up and tie your wrists together around your back. \n\n"Yeah, I mean, I'm not sure if most of the other women here want to have you arrested or want to start taking off more of their costumes," he jokes somewhat awkwardly... probably because from a lot of the stares being directed both your way and at the men staring at you, it's just outright true. \n\n"Mmn," you grunt again, shivering a little at the feel of all those eyes on you, on your displayed body, on your now permanently stiff nipples, your round plump bulge of a pussy in the latex.\n\nWilliam stares at you for a long moment... then, almost as if he barely realized he was doing it, one of his white-gloved hands comes up, steadily drawing closer to one of your bare breasts. He hesitates for just a second... then lets his hand settle into place on the front of your breasts, fingers sinking in slightly as he gives a squeeze and a slow, circular rub, the white satin rubbing across your nipple and the ring piercing it.\n\nYou arch toward him, shuddering and letting out a positively whorish moan around the gag. It's <i>never</i> felt this good to have your tits played with! You should be ashamed, humiliated, furious, but instead the combination of him just feeling free to fondle you without even so much as a questioning noise in his throat, in front of all these people, has pleasure surging through your body, your hips giving a slight shake and thighs a twitch. He raises his other hand up to copy the motion with your other breast, squeezing and fondling both, lifting them and letting them drop gently, before finally giving a tug on both nipple rings, making you give a hard, wet gasp around the ballgag. Then he slowly draws away, despite his still lust-heated eyes and the obvious bulge in his pants. It's like... he knows it's someone else's turn. \n\nAnd apparently it is. As you begin walking forward again on slightly shaky legs, another man steps forward, murmuring a greeting... but he's already raising his hands, despite the slightly uncertain look on his face. But it disappears right before he moves around behind you, reaching around to fondle your bare breasts, toying with them just as flagrantly as William did, if not moreso since his position allows him far more reach and dexterity in playing with them. You buck and twist in his grip, at first accidentally brushing your ass against the similar bulge in the pants of his costume... and then doing it far more deliberately, pressing yourself against him and rubbing like a good little sexpot as he tugs and twists at the golden rings piercing your nipples.\n\nAnd it just continues like that... one of the other partygoers will approach you, either someone you know or a complete stranger, men and women both, and play with your body for their own amusement for awhile before turning you loose to move on. At first they all exhibit that slight wariness, an obvious sense that they might be crossing a line they're not supposed to cross... but then like magic it melts away and their hands freely roam your body, toying with your tits, squeezing your ass, rubbing between your legs. But as it goes on the hesitation grows shorter, the fondling more brazen, their words more lewd and demeaning and ever more of a turnon. Until finally they're just walking right up to you, one or two or even three at a time, costumed partygoers pressing in close and rubbing your body, running their hands freely over you, squeezing and rubbing and stroking while you writhe and moan and drool helplessly at their touch. They seem to particularly like playing with your pussy through the latex panties... the way it bulges out so prominently and is such a perfect mound invites plenty of stroking and squeezing, pinching it from the sides to make it plump out even further or rolling it side-to-side, or even slapping it, each time making you hop up on the balls of your feet and let out a muffled squeal that always seems to delight your current tormentor(s).\n\n"C'mon, you fucking slut, c'mon," your current one hisses gleefully as she frantically rubs your pussy through the latex with one hand, her other pressing and rubbing against your pucker through it from behind, hand pressed between the full roundure of your butt. A woman you happen to know is a happily married mother of two is leering derisively at you as she roughly works her fingers against you, obviously trying to push them inside through the glossy material, but with it never yielding enough for her to do more than indent it deeply. Her own tits have jiggled free of the mummy-wrapping that was previously around them, wobbling even more than yours are as you writhe under her attentions. "C'mon, cum, you piece of meat, he wants to stare at you then you can cum for him, you worthless whore!" she continues to growl-purr in your ear, no doubt indicating her husband standing a few feet away, openly stroking his cock as he watches his wife, eyes blazing with lust from beneath the heavy brow of his green Frankenstein's monster makeup.\n\n'I want to, oh God I want to, I want tooooo!' you wail internally, even as all that comes out around the gag are more shameless and slutty moans and yowls. But it's become obvious by now that you can't. The fondling, playing, and even spanking and other rough treatment you've endured over the last few hours feels far better than anything you've ever done to yourself or had someone else do to you before... but you haven't cum once. You just keep getting pushed closer to the edge than you ever thought possible without toppling over, your whole body hot and quivering with need at your inability to cum. Any time you're given enough breathing space to calm down a little, someone else is stepping in to fondle you and play with your displayed body, bringing you right back to the brink of climax and leaving you tottering there, unable to fall no matter how whorishly you shake your hips and waggle your shoulders and encourage their torment.\n\nEventually the MILF gives up her attempts to make you cum for her husband and instead grabs him by the hand, leading him off to the side so they can no doubt both achieve release. Moaning enviously, you totter forward through the party, away from the denser concentration of now almost unanimously visibly aroused and disheveled-costumed partygoers, finding yourself no longer able to support yourself on shaky legs and thumping to your knees in front of one of the couches.\n\n"S'up, slut?"\n\nYou look up to see a man leering down at you. You're not sure if his costume is 'biker' or if he just didn't bother and came to the party wearing his motorcycle leathers, but he's exactly the sort of handsome, loutish boor that isn't supposed to make your pussy wet but has it even more swamped beneath the shiny layer of latex hugging it. He's sprawled back on the couch, arms on the back of it, feet propped on their heels and spread wide, taking up as much space as possible. The smirk on his lips and set of his eyes convey an equal mingling of looking at you as nothing but a sexual object and holding you in complete contempt because you're a sexual object that in your current state has you wiggling your ass like a dog going into heat. He gives a flick of his artfully disheveled and just-slightly-overlong blonde hair as he looks you over, as if you were just another piece of meat he could pass up as easily as devour.\n\n"Well you've gotten everyone good and worked up, haven't you? Definitely the most shameless slut I've seen at a party in awhile, and I've seen quite a few. Lots of foreplay, which... eh, I could do without. So here..." He brings one hand down and unbuttons the fly of his leather pants, smoothly fishing out his stiff prick. You quiver with desire as it comes into view... oh God, it's so long, so thick, and it is absolutely your duty, your obligation, your purpose to serve it and make him cum. "Get me off, cunt."\n\nYou sink forward, bringing your hands from behind your back so you can move forward on all fours, pierced tits wobbling beneath you and half-bare ass shaking in the air as you move in between his legs to sit back on your heels again. It suddenly occurs to you... he could take off your gag. No one can take off your panties, because then you might get mistaken for an actual woman and not property, but he could take off your ballgag so that you could service that wonderful, worshipful prick with your face-hole.\n\n<hr>\n[[Be a good slave, beg to have your gag removed.|HollyOct]]\n\n[[Be a good object, use your tits.|HollyOct]]

Your body jolts just a little bit with every firm thrust of her long, slender finger into your ass, making your voice shaky and whimpery as you gasp out, "Sex slave... make me a sex slave, please."\n\n"Alright." Her tone cheerful, the woman slips her finger out of your hole, making you slump and tremble a little. She points to a corner. "Go sit down there like a good piece of property while I pick out what I want you to wear."\n\n"Yes, thank you," you reply in a deeply grateful tone, moving over to the indicated corner to settle down on your knees and sit back on your heels, obediently waiting with the rest of the merchandise. Eventually the grey-eyed woman returns, holding up a bag.\n\n"I've picked out what you're going to buy, and charged what I felt like to your card. I'll keep the rest of your clothing, just because I feel like it, and you were a naughty slut for coming outside dressed like a real person. Be grateful."\n\n"Yes, of course, thank you, thank you so much," you simper, going down to your hands and knees and crawling forward to kiss the toes of her shoes several times.\n\n"Alright, now get out of here, lovely, real people might want to shop."\n\nYou quickly get to your feet and accept the bag, then hurry naked out of the store and through the parking lot, tits and ass jiggling in the cool October air. You drive home in a bit of a daze, but arrive safely, getting out and heading to the door, pausing briefly to wave to some of the neighborhood boys that are staring for some reason. Heading inside, you put the bag down, then head into the shower. It's not until you're getting dressed afterwards that you pause. ... Did something happen at the shop? You vaguely recall... something... ... nah. Must just be your imagination. It was a completely normal shopping trip, wasn't it?\n\nShaking off the remainder of the odd feeling, you go about the rest of your day and the next, making your preparations for the party. When it's time to get ready, you snag the bag and dump it out on the bed, only vaguely recalling that you'd picked out something... provocative? Your eyes widen when you see a very few items fall out of the bag, and absolutely nothing that would cover several very important areas. You'll have to-\n\n-put it on exactly as it is. You just... have to. Stripping down out of your clothes, you're unable to resist sitting down and pulling on the flat-soled, leg-sheathing shiny black boots that come most of the way up your thighs, more like latex stockings with soles really, tight enough that your thighs bulge a little around the tops of them. You pick up the black corset-style top and wrap it around your middle, tugging the slight cups up under your tits so that it holds them out and offered, then pull and fasten the straps at the sides so that your middle is compressed slightly, giving you a thinner waist and emphasizing your hips and tits. You tug on the shiny, thin gloves that match the boots, then pick up one of the little gold rings and press it to one of your stiff nipples, wincing and gasping at the slight sting when you do. You give it a little tug and gasp again as your nipple moves with it and your breast cones slightly with the motion... you've been pierced. That should shock you, but you're too busy bringing the other ring up to your other nipple to even yourself out. You tremble a little as you take hold of the thick black collar and bring it up to your neck, but your hands move inexorably and fasten it into place, doing up the latch and settling it around your neck.\n\nYou feel almost relieved, after that. Yes... yes, you're a sex slave now. ... Costume. You're in your sex slave costume. You're... going to the party like this. You almost start to turn and leave, when you notice something else laying on the bed... a set of small charms, roughly the size of dog collar tags. ... To go with the dog collar you're wearing, natch. There's one shaped like a 'Male' symbol, one like a 'Female', one that seems to be a mix of both, and one shaped like a dog. You do feel like you should probably attach one, though you're not sure why...\n\n<hr>\n[[Clip on the male symbol.|HollyOct]]\n\n[[Clip on the female symbol.|HollyOct]]\n\n[[Clip on both.|HollyOct]]\n\n[[Clip on the mixed symbol.|HollyOct]]\n\n[[Clip on the animal symbol.|HollyOct]]\n\n[[Wear all of them.|HollyOct]]\n\n[[Wear none of them.|HollyOct6x3]]

"Well, you know," you begin, hedging a little. "This is going to be an adults-only party, and it's a little bit of a cut loose sort of thing, so I was thinking something a little more, you know..."\n\n"Ah." She smiles again, though this time her grey eyes take on a wicked sparkle. "You want a slutty costume, then."\n\n"Er, I'm not sure I-"\n\n"I do apologize for showing you the costumes for regular people, with all those clothes on I didn't realize you were a slut," she says just as cheerfully as ever, circling back around the counter to stand beside you, your face coloring brightly in a mingling of embarrassment and anger as she just keeps smiling. "Why don't you go ahead and take them off?"\n\n"I... I..." You stare at her for a moment... but somehow that just seems like such a reasonable idea you can't really argue with it. "I... yes, of course, I'm sorry for the confusion," you answer in a slightly hazy tone of voice. You pull off your cheerful pumpkin-dotted sweater to bare your full breasts hugged by the simple white bra beneath them. "I don't know what I was thinking, wearing so many clothes," you continue as you unbutton your jeans, shoving both them and your panties down at once, your bare ass and pussy wiggling in the general direction of the door as you work them off over your sneakers. "I can see why you were confused and didn't realize I was a slut, I really do apologize," you add as you reach up to unhook your bra, heavy breasts settling a bit as they're freed and you slide it off and drop it.\n\n"We all make mistakes," the grey-eyed woman answers evenly, reaching up to fondle your breasts with her smooth, cool hands, making you moan softly. "Like you covering these luscious tits, dear, or this lovely fat ass," she adds, leaning aside and delivering a swat to one of your full buttocks that makes you yelp. "But of course now that I know what you are, we'll get you dressed properly to let everyone know. Follow me, please."\n\nYou find yourself walking away from your discarded clothes and moving naked through the store, tits jiggling a little with every step. You stop with the woman at a set of shelves containing displays and little bins of panties and bras. "Now, we have some lovely [[seasonal lingerie|HollyOct]]. Not quite a costume, but then I suppose that doesn't matter much since all you want to do is show off that lewd body," she adds, smiling and reaching out to cup your pussy, giving it a few gentle rubs.\n\nYou gasp loudly, biting your lower lip against your moans, struggling to speak through the sounds of pleasure trying to escape your throat. "I... w-wouldn't that be a bit much...?"\n\n"No dear, of course not, sluts should look like sluts. Besides, I guarantee you that any other slut that sees you will refuse to let herself be outdone. If they're wearing more, they won't be for much longer." You whimper as she actually slides a finger inside of you, then slips it back out before turning and heading towards another rack of clothing, with you shivering a little as you follow after her. "Of course if you want an actual costume, there are several in that vein. We can put you together a [[prostitute|HollyOct]] costume to fit with your inner whore, or at least make it an outer one. Or the natural role for any slut, a [[cheerleader|HollyOct]], we've some lovely ones there. Or in roughly the same genre, the [[Catholic school girl|HollyOct]]."\n\nShe slips around behind you, and your eyes go wide, lips parting in a silent cry as she pushes her finger, slick with juices from your pussy, into your ass. Slowly pumping it in and out, she murmurs, "Or perhaps we should dispense with all subtlety and put together a [[sex slave|HollyOct6x2]] costume for you, my lovely big-titted, fat-assed slut. Something that just outright begs for you to be used in any way whoever sees you wants. So what will it be? How best to tell the world how to use you and abuse you this Halloween?"

-Update 1-\n*<b>Main:</b> After becoming Hazel's apprentice, Eric can decide to go to [[regular school|RunFF10x1]].\n-Update 2-\n*<b>Main:</b> Eric can order the hentai males to [[finish breaking Ranma's will|RanDeb8x4]].\n* More of Eric using his magic at school.\n* <b>Main</b>: Added another [[digitizer sim|Digitizer10x2]] and look it's different okay?\n-Update 3-\n*<b>Main:</b> Full debug mode Eric can now [[mess with Ranma in guy form|RanDeb1x3]].\n*<b>Main:</b> Buddy can agree to [[mana transfer|BuddyOct20x7]] with the Lizzies.\n*<b>Main:</b> Holly can now elect to [[browse around|HollyOct5x1]] the Last Resort looking for a Halloween costume.\n*<b>Main:</b> Buddy can get a costume from [[Fantasy Life|BuddyOct1x1]].\n*<b>Main:</b> Blessed Buddy can now [[take the road less traveled|BudBless1x3]] with Dana.\n*<b>Main:</b> Layla can admit to Jasmine she likes the thought of [[being transformed|MeanFarm4x6]].\n-Update 4-\n* More blessed Buddy.\n* Continuing Eric changing the classroom's common sense.\n*<b>Main:</b> Raptarran Cypher can now [[summon Arana to the bait ship|BadCypher11x6]].\n*<b>Main</b>: Eric can now play [[Red XIII|FF7X3x1]] in the FF7 sim.\n*<b>Main</b>: Jamie can seek help from [[the force of personality|QOBully1x1]] in dealing with Joshua.

"Dominating Presence sounds cool," you note, grinning at the thought of becoming party leader primarily by fucking the rest of the party members into submission.\n\n"Oh it is a fun one, yes," Riara coos, pulling a clipboard out of nowhere and starting to go over it. "Now let's see, how best to make your character? A melee class, magic caster? Hm, hybrid's probably best, let's nudge you over to casting off Charisma, and-"\n\n"Er, shouldn't I get to do that?" you ask, leaning forward and trying to look at the page she's writing on.\n\n"Now now, I let you pick your cheat power, let Gramma Riara have some fun too. When you're a demigod you can fix anything you don't like." Riara smirks at you briefly, then turns her attention back to the page. "Alright, now where was I? Oh yes, hybrid melee caster, from Charisma, we'll start your Tiefling traits out as not manifesting though they'll start to pop up as you grow in power, that will let you blend in more at first. We'll give you limited shapeshifting, too, that will let you keep blending in once the traits manifest, plus give you more options for dominating your targets." She leers briefly at you, the implication making you blush once it sinks in a bit. "Hm, and maybe tweak your power a little bit, let it cause some changes in your domination targets, especially if you keep bonding with them, that will let them be more useful to you. A few more bits and... there! Now, speaking of targets, I'm going to start you off in a large tavern in a large city... it will be full of adventurers of all kinds. If you're going to hie off to build your power and influence via adventuring, I'd suggest grabbing at least one and fucking them into your loyal pet first thing so you have some support."\n\n"Guess that makes sense, yeah," you agree, nodding. "So, uh, how do I get started?"\n\n"Hm, let's see. Tell you what, why don't you go into the bathroom? That can be a good transition!"\n\nYou quirk an eyebrow and glance over at the door, but shrug and get up, pushing up from the chair and walking over to the bathroom door, pushing it open. Instead of the fairly standard public restroom you were expecting, there's a much more rustic one, mostly made of wood. You glance around, noting that the fixtures are fairly primitive-looking, but at least this world apparently has running water. You cross to one of the plain metal sinks and look at the mirror (which isn't quite as high-quality) above it. You still look mostly like yourself, albeit taller and with longer hair pulled back in a ponytail and light brown skin, with pointed ears and mismatched eyes, one of them red. Both a look in the mirror and down shows that your build is much the same too, maybe with slightly bigger boobs and a much firmer stomach, left bare by your leather sleeveless top, a belt bearing a fairly short sheathed sword (looks one-edged probably) above a pair of tight, thin black leather shorts, knee-high boots hugging your lower legs and a long black coat worn over all of it. You try grinning at yourself, noting that your canines are a bit more pronounced. Still, you should be able to blend in just fine with... whatever's out there.\n\nGrinning more naturally, you turn and make your way back to the bathroom door to pull it open. As you expected, the library is no longer outside, but a large room teeming with colorful people, a low din of conversation surrounding you as you walk out, as well as scents that are much sharper and easier for you to sort through. It's all true, and oh boy are you gonna have fun! 'Thanks, Gramma,' you think as you make your way over to the bar to settle in, ordering a drink and starting to scope out the occupants for a likely starter adventuring companion.\n\nThere's a [[pretty redhead|GGSD]] dressed not all that differently than yourself, albeit her shorts are bordering more on being a bikini bottom and it looks like she's packing long daggers instead of a short sword, and she lacks the coat. Probably a rogue-type then, very useful in case you want locks undone or traps sprung harmlessly. The fact that she's got a fantastic rack helps too!\n\nThere's a [[cute blonde|GGSD1x1]] that at first you take for a girl, but after observing for a few moments realize is in fact a male. He's wearing simple white clothes, and a hooded white cape trimmed in red triangles... assuming some traditions track across realities, probably a white mage of some sort. Ooo, pocket healer! \n\nThere's a long-haired, [[bare-chested guy|GGSD]] in tight leather pants that show off his fairly impressive bulge much as the lack of shirt shows off his impressive muscles. He's got a bastard sword sheathed at his belt, so probably a straight-up melee class. You could use a meat shield... hell, with what Riara said, he'd probably be that literally if you told him to.\n\nThere's not just humans in here though... heck, there's a [[minotaur|GGSD2x1]] sitting at one table! He's dressed vaguely pirate-y, and you can scent salt from his direction. A minotaur ship captain? Interesting enough to check out on its own, almost. Sitting a fair bit aways is a pretty [[elf|GGSD]] wearing robes that show off her surprisingly voluptuous body... definitely a caster of some sort, and not particularly special other than being drop dead sexy.

Yes, you think with your entire being. Yes, that is what you want.\n\n"Then come to me, reborn, newborn, and risen anew."\n\nYou're drawn up and toward the great being, rising upward and upward forever until you slide between those legs, pressing up against a pussy that is both the size of a moon and smaller than a mouse's. It presses against your whole body, parting around you, drawing you in, an infinite distance of hot, tight, walls pulsing with a million different heartbeats all around you. You curl in on yourself as you're pulled into a womb the size of a molecule, and yet grows around you as every particle in your body expands outward. Your thoughts spread out and grow indistinct as you gestate from a broken, shattered spirit held together by nothing but the loving hands of an eldritch abomination, into a fresh new universe.\n\nWithin you, galaxies form, nebulas bloom, and uncountable sparks of creation flare into stars or cool into planets. Eons drift by inside you, life forming and growing and dying, civilizations rising and falling and rising again, flitting through the darkness that is your self like blood once flowed through your veins. For uncountable ages you merely exist, your thoughts and self but the tiniest particles dispersed across all of creation, drifting in alien oceans, blazing in the hearts of stars, thrumming in the hearts of physics-defying engines.\n\nAnd then somewhere, on one of the quadrillions of planets all throughout you, a tiny creature emerges from its burrow, finding that the raging fires and dust storms and groundquakes that ravaged its world are gone, leaving the giant predators that once pursued it dead and dying.\n\nAnd now all those tiny bits of who you are begin drawing in towards that world, drifting through space with purpose, pulling themselves from their old moors and drifting through space, faster and faster the closer they get to the appointed time, the appointed place. Millions of years, many millions of years, those particles take to traverse the great distance, condensing, flowing, gaining speed.\n\n"Father! Look!"\n\nThe robed figures raise their heads and stare in awe as the entire sky seems to grow light, terror rising in their eyes as the sinuous flow of something bright and glowing snakes down through the sky right towards them. Too shocked to flee, they scramble backwards and instead stare with rapt horror as the flowing, flickering light surrounds the still form on the altar and the lump on the ground. Ropes crack, sunder, and burn as the headless body and disembodied head both rise slowly into the air, borne aloft by the light, the horrible, hideously beautiful light. The body and head rise together, drawing upright, the two cleanly-severed pieces of neck settling back together. In a flash, a solid band of gold etched with ancient, unknowable runes appears around that rent, sealing it, and instantly drawing all the light in to glow from the markings.\n\nYou drop to the altar, landing in an easy crouch with your head bowed. Your lips curl up into a smile as you feel your hair darkening to a deep, shadowy black from root to tip as you start to rise, your skin fading from its previous light tan to a deep, rich warm grey. Even before your legs have straightened a long, dark grey-furred feline tail mottled with black rings, and round fuzzy grey ears have slid smoothly out of your skin, as have the pair of long, smooth, gently backswept black horns that rise from just above your forehead. In the last moments before your back straightens, you lightly turn one of your hands, and the savage-looking axe yanks itself from Father Theodore's hand and flies into your palm. \n\n"Well you assholes really fucked up now, didn't you?" you purr, tail flicking behind you.\n\nThe heretics try to flee, but it's no good. Returning to your own body may have brought your consciousness back to thinking and acting like it was before the sacrifice, but your mind is absolutely expanded enough to use the abilities granted to you by your Mother. You stretch out a hand and sweep it across the ranks of the robed heretics, flinging out a rapidfire barrage of curses.\n\nOne of the heretics, a woman about your mother's age, shrieks as a black circle forms beneath her, tentacles in five dozen colors bursting forth from it and seizing her, tearing her clothes off, instantly penetrating her pussy and ass and nipples and ears, thrusting and wriggling and writhing as they violate every part of her. She shrieks and gurgles and screams in terror and orgasm as the tentacles work and stroke inside her womb and belly and brain, until she's silenced by her throat bulging and two of the tentacles that had thrust themselves into her ass jut from her lips, squirming and wriggling in the air. Then she's hauled downward into the circle, disappearing into her own personal tentacle pit for all eternity.\n\nAnother woman staggers, her robes shredding and burning away to nothing, leaving her flabby, wrinkly body with its sagging skin and floppy pancake breasts bare. Her jaw drops as her skin rapidly tightens, turning taut and firm and smooth again, breasts rising and filling, ass growing round and full again, belly flattening and growing trim, legs and arms once more curvy and luscious. You can see that for just an instant there's pure joy on her face, thinking she's been blessed rather than cursed... until she realizes that it's not stopping. Those large, proud bare breasts that had so quickly filled out and risen just as quickly shrink and grow flat, her round hips slimming and full ass growing small and pert as her height drains away. She tries to scream but it comes out in an infant's wail as she grows younger and younger still, toppling backwards off chubby legs and falling into the folds of her robes, hiding whatever further shrinking-away she does as she's deaged into never having existed.\n\nAround you other forms twist and warp, altering and changing or merely suffering at the whim of the massive array of curses and power you now command, even as you leap down and simply start laying about you as well, some of the heretics condemned to the blade, their souls sent directly to Mother instead of trapped in twisted forms for eternity. One of them, a big strapping man, rushes you with a branch in hand, obviously intending to fight. With a flick of your fingers he shudders, robes burning away to reveal his strong, muscular body and large cock, thick and long and erect with the adrenaline. A cock that rapidly shrinks even as his chest begins to expand, ballooning outward and growing large and round as his ass does the same. The branch drops from his fingers as they shrink, his arms and legs shortening, the man staggering and then falling forward, tits that are already three times the size of his head and equally bountiful ass both wobbling with the impact. Boobs and butt continue to expand, his arms and legs shrinking into his body, his face terrified as lips start to expand as well, head turning upwards and gradually starting to disappear. The pucker between his expanded cheeks begins to swell and grow too, even as the once impressive prick beneath it shrinks to barely anything, a tiny, stiff reminder that what is now an immobile hourglass of nothing but tits and ass with big, shiny red lips puckering and begging for something to suck and a gently shuddering and squeezing giant donut of an asshole begging to be filled was once a man.\n\nYou pause in laying about you with the axe, your leopard ears twitching. You can hear some of the heretics out in the woods, panting and whimpering and puffing with the effort as they run blindly through the trees, their only thought to escape. You briefly close your eyes, reaching out. The minds of animals are easy to bend, and the night is suddenly filled with the eager, lustful howls of wolves. The running heretics realize quickly that there are other predators on their trail, many of them letting out fresh screams and wails as the wolves run them down, knocking them to the ground, strong jaws and sharp teeth tearing away the robes, dripping, pointed red cocks thrusting into asses and mouths, violating their prey before it's eventually devoured.\n\nTaking a glance around and seeing that you've already cleaved or cursed all of the heretics... save one... you straighten up and roll your head on your shoulders as you approach the cowering Father Theodore, the blood of his followers splattered across your naked body absorbing into your skin and hair without a trace. "Now, let's see, what to do with you?" you literally purr, the low rumble thrumming your chest and throat. "I mean, on the one hand, you did deliver me to my Mother and I wouldn't be a god without you. On the other," you continue, your voice going flat and purr fading to silence. "You cut off my fucking head, you old pervert."\n\n"P-... please spare me, O goddess!" Father Theodore wails, flinging himself forward onto his knees and bowing repeatedly, his forehead thumping the churned-up grass. "I see now that the Horned Black Leopard is the greatest of all gods! I repent of my heresy! Spare me and I shall be your humble slave forever!"\n\n<hr>\n[[Spare him.|MeanCult2]]\n\n[[Hmmm... nah.|MeanCult3]]

"Hmmmm." You narrow your eyes. "You really swear?"\n\n"Yes! Yes, I swear it!" he cries.\n\n"Pinky swear?"\n\n"Y-... ... yes?"\n\n"Hm. Well. Okay then," you say with a dismissive sigh, raising your free hand and snapping your fingers. Instantly a blazing red rune circle appears underneath him, Theodore's eyes widening before he gives a loud yelp as he drops into it like a hole had suddenly opened up underneath him, the circle spinning closed behind him. You guess you could've held a grudge (or at least more of a grudge), but it has been about fourteen billion years from certain perspectives, you guess you're a little bit over it.\n\nLetting out a huff of satisfaction, you take another glance around. Yup... all the heretics have been 'cleansed', one way or another. Well, some out in the woods are still alive, getting gangbanged by wolves that have probably already filled up on eating the rest of the congregation. But they'll either be devoured eventually, or find themselves turning into literal bitches instead of just figurative ones.\n\nThen you blink your still brilliantly blue eyes as the dead bodies catch flame, and rune circles appear beneath the eternally transformed, pulling them downward and disappearing. A shadowy form appears in front of you... the faintest echo of your Mother, the Horned Black Leopard, rendered as a feminine darkness that flickers and wobbles like a candle's flame as it shifts bit by bit through different parts.\n\n"Excellent work, my beloved daughter slave. The heretics that once conspired to keep me bound have been slain. But, with their deaths and alterations, most of those who remembered my existence have also passed on. Your presence anchors and strengthens me, but that alone is not enough."\n\n"What should I do, Mother?" you ask, instantly eager to get to work.\n\n"Go to the grounds of my last remaining temple. It is on a world far from here, and yet one as easily accessible to you as taking a single step. There waits one of my last faithful to assist you and guide you in rebuilding the religion that once sustained me. Go, and prosper... for your prosperity is my prosperity, child of mine."\n\n"Yes, Mother," you purr, bowing to the shadow before it disappears. You do find it easy enough to summon up a spell circle beneath yourself, though this time the tentacles that emerge from it are thick with fur and greatly resemble your own tail. They wrap tenderly yet firmly around your legs, middle, and arms, before pulling you down and in.\n\n<hr>\n[[To the temple!|CultOfLayla]]

"You know what, Theodore, I forgive you for killing me," you declare cheerfully after a few moments of thought.\n\n"You... you do?" he simpers hopefully, raising up into a more typical prayer posture, hands clasped.\n\n"Yeah," you answer, nodding enthusiastically... then raising the axe. "But let's see if Mother does."\n\n"WAI-!" he screams, his head retaining that look of shocked horror even as it tumbles high and arcs through the air, hitting the ground about the same time his body finishes wobbling around and falls over too.\n\nLetting out a huff of satisfaction, you take another glance around. Yup... all the heretics have been 'cleansed', one way or another. Well, some out in the woods are still alive, getting gangbanged by wolves that have probably already filled up on eating the rest of the congregation. But they'll either be devoured eventually, or find themselves turning into literal bitches instead of just figurative ones.\n\nThen you blink your still brilliantly blue eyes as the dead bodies catch flame, and rune circles appear beneath the eternally transformed, pulling them downward and disappearing. A shadowy form appears in front of you... the faintest echo of your Mother, the Horned Black Leopard, rendered as a feminine darkness that flickers and wobbles like a candle's flame as it shifts bit by bit through different parts.\n\n"Excellent work, my beloved daughter slave. The heretics that once conspired to keep me bound have been slain. But, with their deaths and alterations, most of those who remembered my existence have also passed on. Your presence anchors and strengthens me, but that alone is not enough."\n\n"What should I do, Mother?" you ask, instantly eager to get to work.\n\n"Go to the grounds of my last remaining temple. It is on a world far from here, and yet one as easily accessible to you as taking a single step. There waits one of my last faithful to assist you and guide you in rebuilding the religion that once sustained me. Go, and prosper... for your prosperity is my prosperity, child of mine."\n\n"Yes, Mother," you purr, bowing to the shadow before it disappears. You do find it easy enough to summon up a spell circle beneath yourself, though this time the tentacles that emerge from it are thick with fur and greatly resemble your own tail. They wrap tenderly yet firmly around your legs, middle, and arms, before pulling you down and in.\n\n<hr>\n[[To the temple!|CultOfLayla]]

Taking a deep breath, you stand up, then pause and look at Xira. "Um... you'll come too, right? I'd be nervous being alone with him, even with what you said. J-just my first time, maybe."\n\n"Sure sure," she says cheerfully enough, fluttering into the air further and unfolding her legs... then giving a little 'oh'. "While I'm at it, here!" She points her hands at you, and again they glow pink... and so do your clothes, which in fact turn into solid pink energy, your eyes widening as they shrink significantly in most places and stretch out in a few others, until they 'pop' into a black leather bikini top with no shoulder straps and a clasp in the middle, a very short skirt made of thin, loose black leather, tall flat-heeled boots and fingerless gloves that come halfway up your upper arms.\n\n"Xira!" you squeak, reflexively trying to cover yourself... then your eyes widening further before you shoot her an outraged look, the press of your hand over your crotch having made it abundantly clear that your new skirt didn't come with any panties.\n\n"Hey, you've gotta look the part, right?" Xira replies with a grin and a shrug. "Besides, these magical clothes won't stain or rip, and it's easy to either get out of them or just keep them on and do your thing. Now, let's go get 'im!" she adds, giving you a double thumbs-up.\n\nSighing heavily and hanging your head, you take a moment to remind yourself why you're doing this before lifting your chin and squaring your shoulders, trying to not literally march over to the other table... in part because you're pretty sure that would make your skirt flip up and potentially show something. "Um!" you declare as you come to stand beside him, your brain abruptly stalling out.\n\n"Hm?" He looks up... then his jaw drops a bit. "A-are you... a succubus?!"\n\n"I..." You swallow hard, and glance at Xira, who again gives you the thumbs-up. You look back at him and try not to sound defeated as you say, "Yes."\n\n"W-wow! It's been so long since I've seen one!" He actually jumps to his feet excitedly. Luckily the place isn't really crowded, or you get the sense there might be a bit of a stampede. The few other people are definitely staring with open lust... well, the bartender seems a bit confused too, considering you weren't dressed like a succubus a few minutes ago. "Could we?! Like, right now?!"\n\n"U-um... let's go upstairs, if you've got a room," you say, squirming a bit and trying to resist the urge to cover yourself again, since you're supposed to be a shameless sex demon instead of a very embarrassed teenage girl. \n\n"Oh! Oh, sure sure, this way," he gushes, turning and hurrying to the stairs, stopping occasionally to turn back and look as if either just enjoying the sight of you or making sure you haven't disappeared.\n\nUnable to resist reaching back and keeping your skirt pushed in as much as possible in back as you ascend the stairs, you follow him to his room. 'I'm going to have sex with a guy whose name I don't even know,' you think a bit dizzily. You briefly consider asking his name to avoid that, but almost immediately decide that might only make it worse. Despite knowing what he thinks the situation is, it's still a little wild how the moment the door closes his clothes practically fly off and he's sitting on the bed, his legs spread to show a very nicely-sized cock jutting up, very stiff and obviously begging for attention.\n\n"Oh geez," you whisper, staring at it and swallowing hard. \n\n"Eeeeasy, I gotcha," Xira practically coos in your ear, making you jump just a little. ... You feel a bit bad that you forgot her yourself just for a moment. "Arolan guys are used to direct stuff with succubi, and it works out for us because after all, we need to do this a <i>lot</i>, and don't have time for a lot of faffing around. Besides, your body's already getting ready, riiight?"\n\n"M-... maybe..." you murmur, pressing your thighs together.\n\n"Okay, good good. So just go over there, settle on your knees in front of him. Go on," Xira urges gently as you hesitate. Settling herself against your back, draped a bit over your shoulder (so that you can feel her small naked body against you, which is weirdly both provocative and comforting), she makes a pleased sound as you walk over to the bed and settle to the floor between the man's spread legs. "Now, start out by just reaching out and stroking him a bit... not too strong and not too fast."\n\n"Like... like this?" You reach one gloved hand out, curling your fingers and thumb around his shaft, trying not to jump at your first touch of a man's hot, hard, throbbing dick. Biting your lower lip a little, you start rubbing up and down.\n\n"Good, good, just a little smoother... therrrre you go," Xira purrs. If the man thinks it's odd that a succubus is getting lessons from an imp clinging to her back, he's too busy moaning to say anything. "Niiice smooth strokes... you wanna grip just firmly enough that your hand's snug, not too tight that you're squeezing him. Unless... well, advanced lessons, we'll get to that," she declares, flitting a hand dismissively.\n\n"... How do you know so much about this?" you murmur, glancing at her out of the corner of your eye, if only to briefly distract yourself from the fact that you're giving a handjob to a stranger.\n\n"Imps are basically incomplete succubi, but we get all the natural sexual knowledge and abilities. Nevermind that!" Xira gives your earlobe a playful tug, then says, "Now, use your other hand to cup his balls, nice and gently."\n\n"Like... like this?" Swallowing again, you slip your other gloved hand underneath his sack, letting the orbs settle onto your palm, your bare fingers touching the underside of the skin. 'G-geez, the skin's so hot and soft...'\n\n"Mm-hmm, now you just wanna geeently move your hand and fingers, kind of roll them around, stimulate them a bit, not toooo much... therrrre you go, honey."\n\n"Ohhhh, oh that feels so good," the man moans as you continue stroking his cock and fondling his balls, his words only making your face more red. "I... I don't think I'm gonna last very long, it's been so long..."\n\n"Hm yeah he does seem to have quite a load built up," Xira muses right in your ear, making you stare right at his balls even as you sort of reflexively keep shifting and working them around in your hand. "I wouldn't be surprised if most of these guys never really learned to get themselves off, considering they've been fucking succubi pretty much every time they had the urge since they were young."\n\n"W-what? You mean he hasn't... y'know! ... since that hero guy... did the thing?!" you squeak. A glance upward at his face would seem to confirm exactly that, and you're back to staring at his cock and balls, shivering some as copious amounts of a thin, slightly sticky fluid start flowing out of the hole at the tip and all over your fingers. \n\n"Oh yeaaaah, that's a potent load, you better swallow it to get the full energy. Hey, you heard me," Xira says firmly as your head snaps to the side to look at her. "You put your mouth over his cockhead and get ready to swallow his cum, young lady!"\n\n"Yes'm," you say almost reflexively, and before you know it you're doing just that, leaning forward, your lips sliding over his glistening cockhead and closing just below the flare at the tip of it. The taste is almost overwhelming... salty, obviously, but there's other things there, just the taste of another person, you seriously have someone's cock in your mouth, their pre smearing all over your tongue, oh gosh more of it just keeps coming!"\n\n"Gooood, now, look up. Look up at his eyes. There y'go," Xira coos as you shyly manage to lift your gaze up towards the man's pleasured face. "Slowly start rolling your tongue around... just move it in a circle, let the curve of his cockhead guide you, that's a good girl. Now make some noise."\n\n"Mmn?" you say curiously, eyes flicking towards her briefly before looking up at his face again.\n\n"Just some nice noises! Like you're enjoying yourself!"\n\n"... Mmn... mmmm... mmmf," you start, trying to moan softly. You're not sure that you're doing a very good job, you're still pretty intimidated by this whole thing, but it's also not... like you're <i>not</i> enjoying it. Despite your uncertainty, they certainly seem to be doing it for him, as his lips part and his body shudders.\n\n"Ah... ah, you're so... you're so beautiful, that strange shy look on your face is so sexy, I'm gonna cum!" he blurts out, actually managing to make you blush again, right before he adds, "I'm cumming!"\n\n"Mmf?!" At least you had that much warning, because almost the second he says it he starts flooding your mouth with heavy splashes of thick, hot goo. The overwhelming taste is almost enough to make you freak out a little... except that Xira gives you a little poke just behind the line of your jaw and somehow that makes you reflexively swallow. Somehow after the first mouthful the rest is a bit easier, and you're able to swallow the rest of his cum down until the spurts slow to a trickle and stop. Drawing back, panting, you try to focus as you stare at his still hard, still twitching cock.\n\n"Ah... that was so nice after so long," he moans, making you feel flattered despite yourself. "Hey, let's keep going!"\n\n"Um... r-right," you murmur, biting your lower lip.\n\n"Best to just get right to it an easy way the first time," Xira urges in your ear. "Get up on all fours on the bed."\n\n'Doggy style?!' you think in embarrassment. But that's...! ... Well, yeah, probably less opportunity for getting yourself all psyched out and maybe backing out at the last second than if you were on top. Xira slips off of your back as you move up onto the bed, getting onto your hands and knees... you're a little surprised to notice that your inner thighs are really wet. 'Am I that turned on?' you think a bit dizzily... you were so focused on what you were doing that you were barely paying attention to your own body, but now that you are you... you definitely feel all hot and pressured and wet and oh god he's pushing your skirt up and moving behind you, and you can feel him rubbing his cockhead against your pussylips, and then he's just <i>shoving</i> inside you and it doesn't hurt at all and you're letting out a really loud moan without even thinking about it.\n\n"Therrrre you go, like I said, just being nice and direct is good for a first time," Xira chirps as she settles onto the bed with you as the man grips your waist and starts thrusting, his hips thumping against your bare ass as he pumps his prick into your pussy. The imp grins as she reaches below you and undoes the clasp holding your top closed, your tits instantly starting to sway much more freely as it pops open and slides off. "Just let him do the work and pour out allll that stored-up lust into you!"\n\n'Ah, ah, it was supposed to hurt, my first time was supposed to be special and gentle, but getting fucked feels sooooo good!' you find yourself thinking, your eyes rolling a bit and your hips starting to move, bucking back towards his thrusts to insure a good, firm slap each time. 'It shouldn't feel this good I'm a good girl I'm a good girl I'm-' "Oh fuck me!" you blurt. "Fuck me, it's so good, please fuck me harder!"\n\nThe man actually freezes for just an instant, not moving at all... but you can feel his cock swell up what feels like at least an inch longer and almost as thick inside you. Then he's pounding away at you like mad, like some crazed beast in rut, your eyes winding up rolling up in your head, your tongue lolling out, an utterly and completely shameless smile on your face as you squeal and make the lewdest, wickedest sounds that you never could have imagined hearing, let alone having them come from you.\n\nYou think maybe you lose some time because when you really come back to yourself you're laying on your front, legs a bit spread, your body giving little shivers as you feel what has to be at least three or four loads dribbling out of your pussy. "Ah... ah, thanks, that was so amazing," you can hear him saying in a relieved, adoring tone. "I'm so glad there are still some succubi left. I hope to see you again!"\n\nYou can hear the door open and closed, and after a moment focus enough to lift your head... and find yourself looking at Xira sitting on the pillow, leaned back against the wall, her legs spread as she fingers her little blue pussy. "Ahhhh... that was some good stuff. You've <i>definitely</i> got the makings of a fine succubus, Amanda!"\n\n"H-hey," you whine a bit as you push yourself up, getting to your knees... then thumping to sit on your calves as you realize your legs are kind of shaky. \n\n"Oh psh, obviously that's a compliment! Remember, I want to be a succubus too!"\n\nYou start to answer, then blink as you notice something... specifically, a little stack of gold coins on the bedside table. Your brain processes that for a moment... before your jaw drops in outrage.\n\n"What?" Xira looks confused at your expression, then follows your line of sight to the coins. She seems even further confused... then lets out an 'ohhhh'. "Let me guess, your world has some sort of prudish ideas about being paid for sex!"\n\n"Ibbit! Izza! Fzzabn!" you splutter in fluent angrish.\n\n"I guess you didn't know, a succubus saying she wants to go into a private place with a guy is basically just a slightly subtle way of saying she wants to be paid. It's a completely normal thing here, it's really only even slightly in bad taste to ask for a tip after. And hey, look, you don't have any <i>other</i> local money on you, right?"\n\nYou stare at her for a moment... then hang your head in defeat and mutter, "No."\n\n"Good. Don't worry, you'll get over those silly little hangups gradually."\n\nYou purse your lips as you raise your head... then reach up to feel at your forehead, then behind you to rub at your tailbone.\n\n"Uh, you're not gonna sprout horns and a tail just from fucking <i>one</i> guy," Xira snorts. "Like, you're just <i>barely</i> more of a succubus than you were before you fucked him. A little bit more. You're gonna hafta fuck a fair number of guys before you see any changes."\n\n"Seriously?" Your shoulders slump. Well, she'd already told you, really, but it's still a disappointment... both in thinking that you'll have to do this for so much longer, and of poor Ethan being stuck in captivity. "Isn't there any way to do it faster?"\n\n"... Well. I mean, it's really more about the number of guys? Like I was figuring on having you keep to just one or maybe two, at most three at a go for awhile, but if you're just that eager to get it done with, I suppose we could just have you do groups." Xira wiggles a damp finger in the air. "Y'know, get you a gangbang or two under your belt. Or five. I guess theoretically we could get you powered up enough to take on the Princess in like a week instead."\n\n<hr>\n[["... um... pass."|SweetSucc2x2]]\n\n[["... well..."|SweetSucc]]

You hesitate a bit before asking, "And you're absolutely sure that the princess won't do anything to Ethan for at least a year?"\n\n"Yup yup, the Princess won't risk it, he'll probably have a pretty cushy life really."\n\nSighing, you nod. "Then I guess let's keep taking things at a more steady pace. I'm not sure I could take a... y'know... not after how I reacted to that guy." You blush again, shaking your head. "W-was that some part of the succubus spell?"\n\n"Wellllll, sommmmme," Xira allows, shrugging. "But it's probably more that it's bringing out your inner lewdness!"\n\n... You very firmly decide that that is not it and that it must just be the spell and you are instead going to just have to deal with this.\n\nLuckily it turns out that the inn is free for succubi (though the innkeeper seems a little shocked to actually see one, and a bit confused by your lack of outward features, but at least he doesn't press to be allowed to sleep with you). In the morning, you get up and head outside to look out at the town and ponder how best to proceed... though, of course, Xira has some ideas.\n\n"First things first, we've gotta get you started on the basics of the basics of succubus-ing," Xira declares. "Once you get comfy with those, we can move on to lewder stuff that will get you more power."\n\n"Great," you say with a sigh. "Exactly what are 'the basics of succubus-ing'?"\n\n"Simple!" Xira holds up a hand and counts off on her fingers. "Public sex, super dirty talk, multiple guys, and transgressing!"\n\n"There is not a single encouraging item on that list," you murmur, hanging your head. Then you blink and lift it to eye her. "What do you mean 'transgressing'? I thought succubi were basically allowed to do whatever they want in this world, how do they transgress?"\n\n"It's not about transgressing against the public morals, it's about pushing past your <i>own</i> limits!" Xira asserts, folding her arms and nodding once, a smug grin on her lips. "So it's about doing something <i>you</i> wouldn't normally do. Even succubi have personal limits and tastes... and a good succubus knows she gets stronger by doing them and getting off on it anyway!"\n\n"I don't wannaaaaaa," you whine, before holding up your hands as she opens her mouth. "<i>Don't</i> say it! I know, I know! It's to save Ethan, sheesh!" You let your shoulders slump again. "I know I have to but it's still super annoying for you to bait me into it every time."\n\n"Sorry," Xira murmurs, brushing her fingertip against the side of her forehead. "Anyway, we'll spend a little while getting these four basics down, and once you seem to have gotten those down."\n\n"Fine," you mutter, smoothing out your skirt and trying not to think about how that doesn't do much to make sure it will stay covering everything once you... ... move at all.\n\n"Alright! So, what's first on the agenda?"\n\n<hr>\n(These are not branch options. Some will contain branch options, but most will just allow you to move on to the next after.)\n<<set $succscore to 0>>\n[[Public sex.|SweetSucc2ax1]]\n\n[[Dirty talk.|SweetSucc2bx1]]\n\n[[Multiple guys.|SweetSucc2cx1]]\n\n[[Transgression.|SweetSucc2dx1]]

You're raped by all ten of the Karnox foot soldiers, each one using your stretched, abused pussy as a cumdump before heading out to slaughter more of your friends and coworkers. Three of them remain behind to "secure the area" but that mostly seems to consist of raping you repeatedly for the next few hours, sometimes singly, sometimes two at a time, others all three of them stuffing your throat, pussy, and ass with their inhuman members, their hands roughly squeezing your butt and tits, leaving long red scratches behind from their claws that sting all the more with their rough slaps to make you jiggle, the soldiers laughing at your cries and your pleas for mercy.\n\nEventually you're transported back to the Karnox ship, a dim, damp place that creaks and groans constantly, and which near-constantly echoes with the piteous cries of women from some nearby place or another. But not yours. While still wearing the remnants of your uniform, you're forced into a rusty-seeming restraint frame, forced to bend your body almost double and suspended at an angle that constantly presents your pussy and ass directly forward. A feeding tube is forced down your throat and into your stomach, a mask set up over it to keep it properly in place (essentially permanently silencing you, save for muffled grunts and groans), and milking vacuums are attached to your nipples, immediately starting to suction despite the lack of production. Once the final restraint is fitted in place against your back, a yellow light blares to life above you, the Karnox that had placed you in chuckling and immediately turning, driving his pulsating, punishing prick into your ass.\n\nAll of the Karnox that approach you in what are apparently called the "rape racks" keep using your ass, and eventually as your belly swells up without the presence of a cock or a thick load in it, you realize with horror why. Your pregnancy seems to take both forever and a very short time... it's impossible to judge how much time actually passes in the rape racks, there's never any variation of the light or seeming pattern to the visits of the crew, and you frequently pass out with one of them fucking you and wake up to another one of them fucking you. The birth occurs in a blur... you're not sure if they added some sort of drug or something to your food, but there's just the overall sense of pushing out something hard and spiky that is undeniably wholly a Karnox warrior, before the light above you turns red. It stays that way for what you definitely know is at most a day before it suddenly blips over to green, and within seconds another Karnox is stuffing his cock into your now proven pussy.\n\nAnd that is all there is to your life now. When you're not pregnant, the Karnox eagerly stuff your pussy again and again, trying their best to knock you up. You always know when they succeed, too, because even as they're still flooding you with their thick inhuman goo the light above you will change from green to yellow. Which signals your change from breeding sow to incubator/sex sleeve, the Karnox exclusively using your ass to relieve themselves. As the cycle goes on, you notice that one of the girders beside your rape rack is accumulating scratches... someone's obviously keeping track of how many soldiers you've birthed, but you give up looking at it once the scratches descend below where you can see. And of course through it all your now constantly engorged and productive breasts issue a steady flow of liquid into the milkers, rendering you into dairy cow as well as breeding sow.\n\nYou do have companions here in Hell, for all that makes it worse. Either coincidentally or perhaps through some deliberate sadism of the Karnox, Shiara is in the rack on one side of yours and Gaio is on the other. (You never find out what happened to Telit, but considering what you saw that awful day in the meeting room, you can guess.) Shiara's tits have swelled up to almost twice their original size from the amount of pregnancy she's been through, necessitating the installation of bigger vacuums with thicker tubes in her rape rack. Gaio looks far more pitiful, since when any of you's hair gets too long or your pussies too overgrown for the Karnox's preferences they use sonic shavers to remove all your body hair, but it's done to her near-constantly, leaving her looking even more bare and vulnerable than the rape rack would look otherwise.\n\nBut even these horrible sights eventually lose their new to you. Time just drags on and on, and you eventually cease to attempt to cry out or plead for mercy around your tube and from behind your mask, simply quietly accepting your fate.\n\nEventually you stop thinking entirely.\n\nWhatever perverse gods might be looking on could consider there's at least one upside to that; as your conscious mind shuts down completely, your body is allowed free reign, and allows itself to enjoy the purpose it has now been trained to for years. You now moan whorishly around the feeding tube as you're raped, quivering in orgasm as those rough alien cocks violate you, cumming even harder whenever the light shifts to show you've been impregnated. Your ass quivers and clenches in loneliness when it's empty and squeezes and suckles happily when it's filled. Your cunt and asshole have no conscience, and deprived of your actual conscience they enjoy being used and abused to the fullest. Your feral bitch brain looks forward to each birth, feeling it like a single long orgasm as you fulfill your purpose as breeding meat.\n\n<i>DiploStar 15</i> end - <b>Fodder for the Karnox rape racks</b>

Gasping, you twitch awake, finding yourself laying in bed in the bunkhouse at camp. You peek around, taking in the mostly empty beds and the handful of girls chatting and getting ready as if nothing were out of the ordinary. You feel damp, and realize that the sheets are sticking to you with sweat... actually, they're sticking to you directly. You're naked.\n\n"Amanda? You okay?" calls one of the others.\n\n"Um... I'm a little under the weather... tell Coach I'll be along in just a few," you croak back.\n\n"Okay, but I'm pretty sure the adults know we were out late last night so you might get in trouble."\n\nOnce the others are gone, you pull the sheet away from your naked body and sit up, looking down at yourself. There's not a mark on you, and no soreness... could it have been a dream? Except for the whole, you know, waking up naked thing. Biting your lip, you do a quick glance around, then move a hand down to your crotch to slide a finger carefully into your pussy. Where it was once a bit difficult to get even that inside without some work, your finger now slides in effortlessly, your sex proffering no resistance whatsoever even as you feel a thrill of pleasure much more intense than the usual and still feeling snug around your finger. Shivering, you push a second, then a third finger into yourself, each time finding absolutely no resistance. While you may not have been harmed, it looks like you <i>have</i> been permanently adjusted to take... large... things.\n\nYanking yourself back to the real world when you find yourself wondering just how much you could take and if your ass is the same now, you yank your fingers out of yourself and scramble to get dressed. Maybe this is all a dream too, or you're just hallucinating from the fumes of whatever was in that bonfire, or... something. Anyway you quickly pull on panties, sports bra, bloomers, and your cheerleading uniform before shoving your toes into your sneakers and rushing out to join everyone else.\n\nThe crowds of girls are milling around, dozens of normal-volume conversations mingling into a wall of sound as you approach. Coaches and counselors are shouting over the din as they call out that day's activities, assignments, and competitions, and you do your best to focus your mind at hand, until someone steps up and puts a hand on your shoulder. You blink and look to that side, seeing a tall woman with pale skin and long, black hair, pale green eyes fixed on you as a little smile quirks at her lips. She's wearing a Counselor t-shirt and a pair of baggy grey pants, but neither can really hide her truly impressive chest or the broad curve of her hips.\n\n"Um, hi, did you need me for something?" you ask distractedly.\n\n"Why yes, I did," she replies in a purr that sends a chill down your spine. It's the voice from the phone. Her smile grows wider at the look of barely-restrained fear on your face, and she gives your arm a tug. "This way, if you please."\n\nNumbly, you follow along after her, letting her lead you away from the main area and off along several trails, until the two of you come to a small, remote area set up with several metal tables with attached benches. She releases your arm and saunters away, stretching. "Mmm, it's been awhile since I've been up here! All the colors are so bright. These damn human clothes are stifling, though," she adds in complaint. Still shocked, you watch as she kicks off her shoes and hooks her thumbs into the waistband of the sweats, shoving them down as she bends over and steps out of them. When she stands back up, a long, thick cock... at least a foot long despite being only the faintest bit hard, by the looks of it... wobbles and sways from her crotch, and she gives another, happier sigh. "There, much better."\n\n"You... you..." you try, torn between just outright fear and staring at her cock as she leans against one of the tables and begins absentmindedly stroking herself.\n\n"I'm Xiora, and I'm a demon. Specifically, I'm the demon that saved you last night. That male demon that appeared in the fire? Axira, my brother and rival. I like to keep an eye on what he's doing and interfere when I can," she adds with a soft laugh, her cock growing to roughly half hardness under her strokes, wobbling like thick-set pudding as she runs her hand along it.\n\n"... Thank you?" you reply weakly, before managing, "Um, what about the other girls that ran...?"\n\n"I'm afraid none of them took my call. They were devoured by the hellhounds once they'd had their fun." You see yourself pale, and Xiora quirks her thin, dark brows. "And before you ask, no, no one's going to notice. When hellhounds are sent to devour someone, they devour them completely, including the memory of them. Demon magic can get rather metaphysical like that. And since I spared you from that fate, certainly you do owe me a bit more than thanks."\n\nAnother cold sensation runs along your back. "Like... my soul?"\n\n"Mm, I can't take that from you just for protecting your life, sadly. Since you willingly accepted my help, you now owe me a small portion of your eternity. All the years you could have lived from that night until your natural end without outside interference, so perhaps a hundred years or so. So, if you do nothing, when you die, I'll get you for that amount of time." Her smile turns positively wicked. "Of course, if you make me wait that long, I'm going to take as much advantage of that time as I can. I'd be far more creative and cruel to you than I would have been if I got you for eternity. You'd eventually get to move on to your proper fate... but of course who knows what state your self, mind and soul, would be in by then?"\n\nYou swallow hard at that. "... Do I have other options?"\n\n"Certainly. You could pay me back by doing things I like in this world, becoming my mortal servant. I'll give you tasks and you'll perform them, and when I've absorbed enough energy from the wickedness that results, I'll consider your debt paid and my claim on you renounced. Or..." She licks her smiling lips. "You could always just sell me your soul outright. In return I'll grant you powers similar to my own... anything you wanted in life would be yours for the taking. And eventually I'd collect, and we could spend the rest of eternity together... depending on how you used the power I gave you, I might have grown rather fond of you by then, it could be quite pleasant indeed, and until then you'd be free to live your life without a care or worry. So what will it be?"\n\n<hr>\n[[Work it off eventually.|CheerFest]]\n\n[[Work it off now.|CheerFest]]\n\n[[Sell your soul.|CheerSS-Start1]]

Almost as afraid to answer it as you are to not answer it, you swallow and hit the green button on the screen, your shaking hand bringing the phone up to your ear. "H-hello?"\n\n"Alright, girl, listen very very carefully," a woman's voice replies, calm and casual as if you weren't in the middle of the woods being hunted by rape-wolves. "A pack of those hellhounds will be on you any moment, and there's no way out... you're currently trapped in a repeating space, impossible to escape for a mortal like you. You have three choices... one, you can ask me to make sure you survive the night and wake up in your bed back at camp when dawn hits. We'll meet later to negotiate payment for that. Of course, you will still have to put up with whatever the night brings."\n\nYou jerk your head to the side as there's another round of howls, and a scream of what sounds like orgasm... and then a rather juicy-sounding crunch noise. Shuddering all over and almost whimpering, you look back at the phone. "W-what if I want to get out of here right now?!"\n\n"That's option number two. Rather than leaving you to be tormented by the hellhounds, I can bring you to my home right this moment. Of course, that means you'll be swearing yourself to me completely, body and soul, to do with as I like for all eternity. But I can still promise you that it will be gentler and less traumatizing than what the hellhounds will do."\n\n"I don't like either of those!" you protest, almost crying as you glance over your shoulder, sure you can hear the scrabbling and panting of approaching canines somewhere out in the darkness.\n\n"That's your choice, dear. Of course now that you've had contact with me, things might go a little differently than they had if you just hadn't answered... a little touch of the demonic is already on you. So disconnect at your own risk, but I'd make your choice fast, because they're going to be on you in eight, seven, six, five-"\n\n<hr>\n[[Survival.|CheerFest1x5]]\n\n[[Servitude.|CheerFest]]\n\n[[So long.|CheerFest]]

"Don't let me die!" you whimper. "Please, just... just get me through the night!"\n\n"Done. See you soon," the woman replies, right before an immense black form slams into you hard enough to send you sprawling, the phone spiraling off into the underbrush.\n\nYou stare up at the sight of at least four massive black dogs with glowing red eyes, horns curling from the sides of their heads, and fire licking around their metal teeth with every panting breath. As you scream in fear they fall upon you, jaws snapping and tearing away your clothing, yanking your body back and forth as they toss their heads to rip away your panties and bra as well. You wind up tumbled over onto your front, and in a panic try to scramble forward and get away, managing to get up on hands and knees for just a moment.\n\nThat's all one of the hellhounds needs to leap forward, its massive heat-radiating presence looming above you right before it shoves its huge pointed-tipped cock right into your pussy. Your throat seizes up too tight to cry out as you clench your teeth and roll your eyes up, your virginity claimed by a canine prick more appropriate to a small pony's in size. Your pink pussy stretches out around the bulge in the middle of it, looking taut around the glistening, black-veined thing before the demonic dog shoves forward hard, burying the whole shaft inside, your stomach showing the bulge of it deep inside you. The beast pants and growls, its drool hitting the ground with little puffs of steam as it begins pounding that almost unbearably hot cock into your cunt, the other hellhounds panting and giving deep, booming barks as they wait their turn, their own huge members jutting from the sheaths beneath their bellies.\n\nIt's surprising how fast your body betrays you, but it's like the heat of the demon beast's cock sets off a fire inside of you as well. Your throat loosens up enough to let out a scream, but it comes out as more like a long moan, your breath coming out in a hot rush. Your pussy begins dripping, a slight squirt of your arousal forced out every time that massive corrupt canine cock crams into your cunt. Your nipples have gone as stiff as stone at the tips of your tits as they jiggle and sway under you with the impact of the beast's hips against your ass. Some part of your brain shorts out and makes you realize... didn't the woman say you were sure to survive the night? Well, if you are... why not enjoy it?\n\nYour cries take on the vague sound of unhinged laughter mingled with whorish moans as you begin rocking back against the inhuman prick violating you, fucking yourself on it eagerly. If the beast has any response to your apparent switch from 'panicked prey' to 'eager bitch' it doesn't show it other than to start rocking forward harder, pumping its prick into your pussy with as much enthusiasm as you're taking it. You have hardly any warning before its huge knot is suddenly shoving forward, stretching you even further around it, making you howl out in bestial glee as it shoves inside you. A torrent of near-boiling cum begins pouring into your womb, bulging your belly up until you look six months pregnant, shaking and wobbling slightly beneath you as you tremble with a brain-blasting orgasm.\n\nThe beast doesn't wait for its knot to deflate, instead pulling back and stretching you even more until its cock pulls free, a torrent of demon jizz splashing out of your gaping hole and splatting to the ground. One of the others quickly steps forward, and you yip happily as you're filled again, rocking back against the demon's thrusts with all the wanton lust possible in your teenage heart. You pant and moan to match the pants and barks of the hellbeasts around you, shaking your hips like an eager whore trying to earn every bit of her two dollars. This one knots you even faster than before, and pulls out even sooner, thrusting forward and making you squeal as his spurting, throbbing canine cock rubs across your pucker and spurts its steaming load across your back and into your pretty blonde hair.\n\nWhen the next demon dog moves up, you drop forward onto your shoulders, letting your cheek rub in the mud made up of hellhound spit and cum as you reach back, spreading your asscheeks for the beast. Whether accepting the invitation or just because of your shift in position, its pointed tip quickly comes to rest against your asshole and then spears inside, making you howl and cum hard as your anal virginity is claimed as well. Your eyes roll up in your head, an idiotic smile on your lips as you gasp out more hysterical laughter moans at being assfucked by a hellhound and loving every moment of it, especially when its knot jams inside and practically destroys your once tight little hole by expanding deep inside you.\n\nSeveral times during the continued fucking that follows, the beasts lean forward, closing their massive, powerful jaws around your head. But each time it's like those shining steel teeth are stopped just short of penetrating your skin, leaving you moaning and mewling into their mouths as you continue fucking yourself on their pricks. The hellhounds do seem a bit confused by that, but eventually give it up, leaving you sprawled naked and twitching in a puddle of cum-mud as the sky in the distance begins to brighten minutely.\n\n<hr>\n[[Morning.|CheerFest1x6]]

Since it was the concept of the ritual that Sharon partly lured you here with, you decide to at least go check it out. Heading in the direction of the bonfire, you briefly leave the rest of the party behind, crossing an empty stretch of grounds and passing through a short stand of trees before arriving in the little clearing. The whole place is set on a round stone slab that has some sort of designs etched in it, though you can't particularly pick them out since the bonfire's been built in the center. An uneven, in some places doubled-up ring of about thirty girls is gathered, chanting and waving their arms in whatever way they seem to think constitutes something ritualistic.\n\n"Hey, how's this work?" you whisper to one of the girls on the outside of the ring as you make your way up.\n\n"Ssshhh, don't interrupt!" she snaps back, though after a moment she explains in a whisper, "They say that if you keep doing this chant, a demon will show up and grant his favor to all the girls who summoned him and they'll do better in the competitions, but he'll also pick which one pleases him the best and she'll get his special favor!"\n\nYou blink as she goes back to joining in the chant with the others, then grin. Okay, it's silly, but everyone seems to be enjoying themselves, occasionally interrupting themselves in their chant with giggles. So you throw your arms up and start swinging them forward and then up again, listening to a few repetitions of the chant before joining in yourself.\n\n"Lusa vilg ic cdibet fedr ouin rika telg! Lusa vilg ic cdibet fedr ouin rika telg! Lusa vilg ic cdibet fedr ouin rika telg!"\n\nBeing that all of you are cheerleaders, you manage to sync together pretty well after awhile, especially once you personally start projecting your voice a bit more to encourage them to all get on the same page. You're just starting to get bored, considering leaving and going to find Sharon instead, when-\n\n"Lusa-!"\n\nThe fire suddenly shoots upward and turns bright purple, every girl there giving a shriek of surprise in near-unison. You yank your gaze away from the sudden brightness, and when you look back the bonfire is gone... completely gone, not a single log or charred twig left. Instead the center of the stone circle is glowing bright purple, and a... thing... is standing there. It's tall and broad-shouldered, its bare chest and arms well-muscled beneath grey skin, near-black nipples pierced with golden rings. The face is somehow handsome and inhuman at once, with pointed ears and goatlike horns curling from the forehead over shortish, shaggy black hair, solid red eyes sweeping over the group with a leer on his lips. His lower half is covered in shaggy black hair, with goatlike hooves made of dark metal stamping on the ground, making the thick grey shaft that hangs to his knees and the heavy balls it's draped over sway with the movement.\n\n"Very well then, I am arrived." A long blue tongue snakes out of his mouth and flits along his lips. "And now I shall offer my favor to you pretty little sluts."\n\n<hr>\n[[Stand there staring.|CheerFest]]\n\n[[Scream and run.|CheerFest1x3]]\n\n[[Try to be the favorite.|CheerFest]]\n\n

Screaming in fear, you and several of the other girls immediately turn and begin running, without thought or care for the direction, only wanting to get away from the monster that suddenly appeared in your midst. You plunge into the woods, heedless of the twigs and underbrush, simply wanting to get <i>away</i>.\n\nEventually you come to a stop, panting and breathless, and look around you. You're deep in the woods, it seems, and there's not a single light or sign of civilization around. You frown slightly at that... there are plenty of wooded areas around the campgrounds, sure, but you're pretty sure that they weren't this large or this deep. You were running for a good ten minutes, you should have hit a fence or some sort of sign of civilization by now. ... Maybe you just got turned around in your panic and fear.\n\nSpeaking of fear. Somewhere in the distance you hear a wolf howl, and then another. Fighting back another scream, you quickly pull out your cellphone. The campgrounds had full coverage, you can just use your GPS to get back, and... no service. You stare at the tiny signifier in shock, then squeak as you hear more howls, this time closer to you. Then you hear another girl scream... familiar enough that you're pretty certain that it was one of the other girls who ran from the campfire when you did. There's yelping and barking, and more cries, before the wolves start howling again... and this time the howls are mixed with what sound like moans and gasps and pleas to stop. Your eyes widen as you start putting together what must have happened. Are they really...?!\n\nYou're trying to figure out if you should just start running again, and in which direction, when you almost jump out of your skin when your cellphone rings. Quickly yanking it back up, you stare at the number... 666-000-0000. You remember reading that the 666 area code got shut down awhile back, for... obvious reasons, which leaves aside the fact that there's no actual number. Considering recent events, you've got a pretty good idea what that would mean...\n\n<hr>\n[[Answer it.|CheerFest1x4]]\n\n[[Toss the phone.|CheerFest]]

"Well, I probably won't drink, but if that's okay, I'm totally in," you reply, eyes dancing. You've resisted the potential for mischief all through the trip, you're not going to miss a big party as well!\n\n"Great, I'll come by your bunkhouse at midnight, I've got a map that shows the way there." Grinning, Sharon gives you a wink, then makes her way back into the crowd.\n\nYou eventually find your bunk assignment and head on over, the rest of the squad trickling in by ones and threes over the next few hours. All of the ones you think would be interested in this sort of thing... which ultimately winds up being all of them... you take aside and explain the invitation to the not-strictly-sanctioned party. So it is that when midnight rolls around and Sharon (now in a black tanktop and very short denim cutoffs) pokes her head in, she blinks at the sight of the entire team sitting on their beds and looking at her expectantly. She laughs, then beckons with one hand before ducking back out.\n\nPretty much all of you are dressed casually now, with yourself having opted for a loose, short skirt in blue and a white long-sleeved shirt. You all whisper constantly to each other, probably a bit too loudly, but the words carry that thrill of doing something (theoretically) forbidden as you make your way into the woods along an, admittedly, fairly obvious path. It gets quiet briefly, before the dull roar of girls talking and music playing can be heard. You have to figure this is at least tacitly endorsed by the counselers and minders if they're pretending not to notice this much noise. When you emerge from the trees you do spot a handful of low stone walls and rings, which look like they might have once belonged to larger structures, but right now they mostly have teenage girls perched all over them, chattering and laughing, in some cases dancing and drinking.\n\nAlmost before you know it the rest of the squad has dispersed, hurrying off to join the socializing. Sharon gives another laugh, then winks at you. "Hey, come find me later, okay? I'll probably be hanging out near the refreshments," she adds, before trotting off.\n\nYou take just a few moments to take in the sprawl of the party. At first it looks like just a solid mass of people (specifically, teenage female people to a one) but eventually you begin to discern little pockets and areas of activity. The core of the party definitely seems to be the [[refreshment area|CheerFest]] where the music is loudest and a lot of the girls seem to have cans or bottles in their hands, and you don't think most of them are sodas. Nearby there seems to be an impromptu [[dance floor|CheerFest]] on what probably used to be an actual stone floor or courtyard. Then there seems to be a large gathering of girls on the [[banks of the large creek|CheerFest]] that runs along one side of the campgrounds, pointing across it and talking about something amongst themselves. Finally, more separate from all the others, in fact tucked off into the woods a bit, you can see a small bonfire built, with girls ringed around it, making silly gestures with their arms. That must be the "[[ritual|CheerFest1x2]]" that Sharon talked about.

"A cranberry," you blurt. You're not entirely sure why, other than that it's traditional and that you've always loved the color, too.\n\n"Oho, one of the lesser thought of but more abused members of our oppressed holiday brethren!" the turkey clucks.\n\nThe pig snorts and oinks as he makes his way to the pantry. He starts coming back and setting down cans of cranberry sauce... the sort that's a smooth, uniform gel that holds the shape of the can, of course, as is traditional... and plunking them down on the nearby counter. You stare as he gets what's apparently every single can out of your pantry... you always keep some on hand, just in case, but you've been getting ready for Thanksgiving and prepping to do some experimental cooking with the stuff, so you have almost twenty cans of it. The pig quickly peels the lid off of one, while the turkey grabs your head, tilting your head back and using a thumb-feather to force your mouth wide open.\n\nThe pigman smirks down at you before upending the can over your wide open mouth, giving it a hard shake to make sure it comes sliding out and glops right in, the thick cylinder not quite fitting. You gag, but do your best to swallow and gulp it down, the pig mashing more of it in with his fingers and palm as excess smears all over your face. Your mouth is overwhelmed by the intense, tart flavor as yo're force-fed the entire can, desperately swallowing until you can get some air. It's lucky that you do, because the next can immediately follows after it, more of the wobbly, thick goo sliding down your throat.\n\nThe two seem intent on feeding you every last can... every time it seems that you've been topped off, the turkey angles your head so that the pig can use his cock to shove in and force more cranberry sauce down your throat. The change starts to take hold around the fifth can or so. Your already large breasts begin to swell and enlarge... actually, maybe it's more that they blow up like balloons. They get rounder as they get larger, until they start to look like very bad implants, or perhaps more like beachballs attached to your chest. Your nipples turn from a rosy pink to a dark cranberry red, then flatten out, your tits becoming almost perfect spheres as the color spreads from your nipples across the rest of them.\n\nThe cranberry color keeps spreading as you're fed more cans of thick semi-solid goo, your gagging and quagging noises occasionally punctuated by actual cocksucking. As the color spreads down over your lower body, your pussylips shrink and flatten, before your slit seals up completely, your well-fucked pucker also smoothing out and then closing up, both becoming an unblemished stretch of smooth dark red skin. The color spreads up your throat, your moans silenced for even louder sucking, squishing noises as it starts to color your face, and then even your hair washes to a cranberry color as the skin at the roots is affected.\n\nYour hair stops moving and shifting as the individual strands merge together, becoming a single solid, slightly wobbly mass sculpted atop your head. As the last can is emptied into your open mouth (which now seems to just be an indentation a few feet deep in your solid-colored face), the rest of your body gradually takes on the same single consistency with only mostly opaqueness. You more absorb the last ounces of the cranberry sauce into the rest of your form that is now made of the exact same stuff. The turkey shoves you forward, your arms wobbling as you catch yourself on your hands, which *splut* and flatten a bit against the tile. The pigman pushes back into your mouth proper, the solid material of your throat parting around his thick pink prick as he pushes right into the substance. The turkey similarly pushes into the smooth plane between your legs, just forcing open a hole that sucks and squishes around him much the same way your throat does around his friend.\n\nThis time the wobbling and shaking as they fuck you from both ends isn't just in your (now berry-shaped and enlarged) tits. Your whole body jiggles with the impact of their hips against you, your face and ass even squishing a bit flat every time both of them thrust forward. But you always slurp back to your original shape as they pull back. Soon both spill their loads, the jizz mingling with and being assimilated by the cranberry sauce that makes their body. They pull out and straighten up to either side of you, and you smile with your molded mouth as you look up at them with solid-colored eyes, wrapping slightly squishy hands around their cocks and stroking them.\n\nThen you guide the tips of their cocks to roughly where your nipples used to be and tug, encouraging them to push into your squishy, solid-goo tits. You watch the vague outlines of both of their cocks sinking into your huge breasts, darker shapes in the dark red, before both of them start fucking eagerly, gripping their hands around the sides of your big cranberry boobs. Both of them are moaning this time... well, snort-moaning and cluck-moaning. It really doesn't take long before they're spilling fresh loads of animal-man jizz deep inside your tits, which wobble and grow a bit larger and heavier with it. \n\nBut apparently, they have something more of their own planned this time as they pull out, your tits making a lewd *shlrrrp* noise as their cocks slide free and the holes close up behind them. They move further to either side of you, and you feel the tips of their cocks press up against your molded cranberry sauce ears right before they push in with a loud *skwlch!* Perhaps they're fucking what's left of your brains out of you, or perhaps it's just the demonstration that you don't actually <i>have</i> a brain anymore that does it, but as your solid-colored eyes roll up and your molded lips curve up in a blissful, idiotic smile, your wobbly gelatin tongue lolling out, you rapidly start to forget pointless, unnecessary little things like math, how to read, your family, your name.\n\nYou're just a big, fuckable batch of cranberry sauce, after all! Oh what joy to be oppressed...\n\n<hr>\n\n[[Game Over.|HollyNov1xEnd]]

Shamefully, you roll over onto your front, your tits mashing against the tile before you wiggle your way up onto your knees, your ass shaking in the air like a bitch in heat as you get up onto your knees. You reach back with both hands, grabbing your own asscheeks and spreading them apart, fingers digging into the yielding flesh as you bare your vulnerable pucker to the horny, leering beastmen.\n\n"Yesss, that's right, you want your punishment, don't you?" the turkey sneers as he settles behind you, the tip of his cock nudging up against your asshole.\n\n"Y-yes, please, punish me," you whisper, then yelp as he smacks your ass hard with one of his wing-hands. Forcing yourself to raise your voice, you cry, "Punish my oppresser asshole! Please, punish me!" Then you yowl as his cock, lubed with your own girlcum, shoves forward into your hole. He grabs hold of your waist and starts thrusting hard, forcing more and more of that long, thick dick deep into your asshole. Soon his fat, feathery belly is rubbing over the top of your butt and onto your lower back as he settles into thrusting about four inches or so in and out, leaving the rest of his foot or more of bright yellow prick stroking inside of you. Once his hips start smacking against your fingers, you drop your hands to brace against the floor, but trying to raise up results in him shoving a hand against your head and pressing your cheek against the tile.\n\n"Stay as you are, you fucking cunt," he clucks with an audible smirk, putting a bit of extra strength into his thrusts, making sure that his balls slap against your wet pussy. "I like hearing you telling me what a worthless, apologetic bitch you are from down there!"\n\n"Unh! AH! I am, I am!" you gasp out as he pumps your ass roughly, your whole body jerking forward in reaction every time his leathery yellow sack spanks against the sodden outside of your cunt, dribbles of girlcum mixed with turkeycum sliding down your thighs. "I'm a stupid worthless holiday oppresser! Please! Please, ah, ah, fuck, punish my asshole!"\n\nHe does just that, pounding away with that surprising strength for his flabby, feathery body. He continues to rain verbal abuse on you, telling you how stupid and worthless and evil you are, and you echo it all back to him in every more enthusiastic tones as you further yield to the pleasure of their vengeful rape. After a good twenty minutes, without a word he pulls out of you and shuffles aside, leaving your asshole gaping slightly... which makes it all the easier for the pig to slide his cock right in and take over. He leans forward over you, his fat belly pressing into your back as he plants his hands atop yours and starts pumping away.\n\n"Hwnch! Snrk! That's right, from now on you'll get fucked by pigs instead of eating them! Won't you, fucking bitch?!" he demands, his floppy ears bouncing as he works into you, using short, almost rolling thrusts to rape your ass, making you cum within the first few strokes.\n\n"Ohhh fuck! Yes! I love fucking pigs, I'm a piggy bitch!" you squeal eagerly, your eyes rolling up as he pounds away at you. Your tongue lolls out and you start actively bucking your hips back against him, completely surrendering to the rapacious Thanksgiving personifications.\n\nOnce again, the two of them switch off after spending long, long intervals fucking you. The light outside gradually grows dimmer, and almost the moment the turkeyman is flipping on the kitchen lights, the pigman finally gives a loud, porcine squeal and dumps a load that feels even bigger than the previous ones deep into your ass. Of course, the moment he pulls back, the turkey slides back in, his cock squelching through his friend's load as he begins fucking you, eventually pumping his own voluminous outpouring of jizz into your well-fucked asshole. But this time instead of switching up, the pigman takes over again, pounding away at your messy hole for perhaps ten minutes before cumming in you again.\n\nBy the time they've gone another five or six times each, your gaping asshole is brimming with thick white cream dribbling down over your pussy. You're barely conscious, panting and shuddering, laying limply on your floor with your ass in the air, arms flumped limply at your sides. But even still, they're not satisfied. You're hauled to your knees, those cocks shoved back in your face, but this time your arms aren't held... the pudgy animal-men simply stand there expectantly.\n\nSuddenly finding new energy, you wrap a hand around each thick dick, starting to pump the lower halfs while working your tongue and lips over the cum-smeared cocks that were so recently pumping away in your ass. This time when you roll your eyes up, it's to watch the satisfied pleasure on both their faces as you obediently work over their cocks. You slide your mouth over the turkey's cockhead, rolling your tongue around it before slurping your way down until your lips bump against your fingers, then sliding off of it with a satisfied 'Fwah!' before turning and gulping down the pig's prick instead.\n\nYou continue licking, sucking, and nuzzling your new masters' dicks, occasionally closing your eyes just to focus on the feel and taste of turckey cock or pig prick in your mouth. The turkey gives a few clucks, then asks, "Are you grateful for your reeducation, slut?"\n\n"Oh yes, master," you coo, your tongue sliding up the underside of his cockhead before you resume your reply. "Thank you for teaching me how wrong I was and putting me in my place."\n\nThat apparently pleases him enough that he has his next orgasm, the first spurt of his cum slapping you across the lips and cheek. You moan delightedly, opening your mouth and letting his next blasts of jizz go right onto your tongue and down your throat, though some still wind up across your chin and lips. Once he's done, you turn your head and slide the pig's cockhead halfway into your mouth, sucking and working your tongue while still stroking with your hand. As expected, it only takes a few seconds before his load is flooding into your mouth, leaving you to swallow and gulp eagerly.\n\n"Yeah, this one's definitely learned her place," the pigman snuffles, his nose wiggling. "You think she's ready to become one of us?"\n\n"I'd say so," the turkey agrees, sighing happily as you finish swallowing the pig's load and lean over to start licking at his balls.\n\n"Hm? One of you?" you ask, your words muffled by your lips moving against the turkey's yellow sack.\n\n"Pick something eaten in the horrible oppresser holiday of Thanksgiving, slut," the turkey explains. "You can cease to be one of the oppressor humans and become a spirit of the oppressed instead. Everyone wants to be one of the oppressed!"\n\nYou blink, trying to focus your fuck-addled brain around both of those strange concepts. But you do understand that you're supposed to pick something eaten at Thanksgiving...\n\n<hr>\n[[Turkey.|HollyNov1cx1]]\n\n[[Pig.|HollyNov1ax1]]\n\n[[Cow.|HollyNov1bx1]]\n\n[[Cranberry.|HollyNov1x5]]\n\n[[Pumpkin.|HollyNovPlaceholder]]\n\n[[Green bean.|HollyNovPlaceholder]]\n\n[[Stay human.|HollyNovPlaceholder]]

Well, of course you're going to be the host! Holidays are <i>your thing</i> after all. Your blog readers aren't going to be nearly as interested in reading about you just visiting some family.\n\nBut even though it's rather early in the month, writing for your blog (and responsibly planning for hosting duties) mean that you really need to start prepping now. And while decorating is usually your favorite part of holiday prep, it's Thanksgiving so obviously you need to start with the food. Making sure you've got your voice recording app handy on your phone for taking blog notes, you get into your car and start towards your preferred food mart.\n\nAbout five minutes in you thump your palm against your forehead. Aunt Evelyn. Your picky, fussy aunt who has decided she doesn't eat anything unless it's organic, free-range, locally-sourced and can do the cha-cha. While the high-end food store you favor does have that sort of thing, Evelyn thinks those things only count if it comes from a farmer's market. And your local farmer's market is at least an hour away. What a pain!\n\nThen you're given a sign. A literal sign stuck at the side of the road: 'Evil Farmer's Market - Ready for Thanksgiving'. That's... an interesting name. Maybe it's just a family name or whatever, pronounced 'Eh-VEHL' or something. And it does say it's just five miles ahead...\n\n<hr>\n[[It may say "evil", but for your purposes it's pretty good!|HollyNov1x2]]\n\n[[Eh, it's a long drive, but go to the real farmer's market.|HollyNovPlaceholder]]\n\n[[Go to the usual food mart and lie like a rug to Evelyn.|HollyNovPlaceholder]]

The so-called curse was really just this woman's granddaughter goofing around? Grinning, you nod. "Sure. Oh, I'd like to do a bit more shopping first, but I definitely want these."\n\n"That's just lovely, dear, and I'll help you get everything loaded up when you're ready."\n\nYou buy what's honestly probably enough to make two or three large dinners and at least one and a half Thanksgivings, and are pleasantly surprised by the low price. You'll have to come back here! Assuming the curse doesn't get you, you think with a little giggle. You head back home and carry in your haul, struggling a little bit with the turkey and ham... good lord, that little old woman must be some sort of superhero! You thunk both into the deep freeze in the garage and then make your way into the kitchen to start sorting and putting away the rest of your haul.\n\nIt's only a few minutes later when you hear a loud thumping from the garage. You blink and glance towards the door, hearing another loud thump... it sounded like someone lifting the lid of the freezer and letting it drop again. What the hey? Did the old woman's granddaughter come to reclaim her "cursed" goods? Frowning, you pick up a meat tenderizer mallet and start edging towards the garage door.\n\nBefore you can get too close, the garage door bursts open and your shock at the pair of figures that come rushing in paralyzes you. In the lead is a massive, naked, humanoid pig! His fat belly bounces and jiggles as he rushes at you, squealing angrily. Rushing in behind him is an equally plump turkey-man, wing-like arms outstretched to grab for you. The tenderizer drops from your hand as the duo grabs you and shoves you down to your knees, where you're suddenly at head height to their crotches. Your eyes widen in further shock as you spot the huge, dangling cocks both animal-men are sporting.\n\n"We have you now, holiday oppressor!" the pigman cries, snorting and snuffling through his upturned nose. As he leers down at you, his large, pink, humanlike cock starts to thicken and raise up, getting ever closer to your face.\n\n"Before this day is done, you will rue the many of our brothers and sisters you've sent to their fate," the turkey adds, his beak somehow curving into a cruel sneer. His own cock, which is as bright a yellow as his scaly bird legs, is raising into the air as well, as if aiming right at your shocked, staring eyes. Soon, both of their dicks are fully hard, nudging against your cheeks and chin. Both of them are at least a foot long, though the turkey's almost cartoonish yellow cock is definitely longer and thicker than the pig's. \n\n"What are you even talking about?! What are yMGLF!" Your terrified protests are cut off as the turkeyman shoves the fat head of his prick past your lips and in deep enough that it nudges the opening of your throat. The pigman takes over holding your wrists to keep you down on your knees, while the turkey grabs your head with his long, feather-like fingers. The sounds of your gagging and quagging fill the room as he begins thrusting ruthlessly, the blunt tip of his cock shoving harder against your throat each time.\n\nIt's only a few thrusts before he forces himself past the opening ring, and then just keeps going, not stopping until your throat is bulging with the full girth of his shaft and your nose is pressed against the brown feathers of his crotch, his dangling leathery sack rubbing against your chin. You squirm and struggle against their grip, trying to breathe, rolling your eyes up to look at the vengeful turkey's face as he smirks down at you. He does pull back after a moment, but only so that he can start fucking your throat for real now, his balls swinging forward to slap your chin every time he pumps in.\n\nHe relentlessly fucks your face for several long minutes, working your head up and down his shaft and pumping his round hips, the frill of feathers behind his ass swaying lightly as he moves. Finally he pulls back, his cock slipping from your lips, covered in a churned-up spit which dribbles down your chin as well. You gasp desperately for breath, but your reprieve is short-lived as he forces you to turn your head and shove your mouth over his porcine comrade's cock.\n\nThis time your throat is forced open on pretty much the first shove, the pudgy pigman stuffing a good four inches down your throat before he even starts thrusting. The turkeyman continues to move your head, forcing you to fuck your mouth onto the throbbing pink cock. Finally the turkey gives a good hard shove and makes you take it all, working his hands to make you grind your nose into his sweaty crotch, his heavy, wrinkled sack rubbing your chin and quickly growing damp with your drool.\n\nThe pigman fucks your mouth for a good five minutes, before the turkey yanks your head off of his friend's dick and replaces it with his own. The two trade off stuffing their huge dicks down your throat for what seems like forever, until finally the turkey pulls out and shifts one of his hands to grab your arm instead. The pig releases his hold on that arm and reaches down, shoving the neck of your cute Thanksgiving sweater down until yarn pops and fabric stretches, his thick thumb catching the front of your bra and shove it down as well, until both are hooked under the full globes of your tits. Both stroke themselves for long moments as you pant and gasp, before the pigman gives a loud squeal and the turkey clucks loudly, both letting out long streams of thick, creamy white cum that splatter all over exposed breasts.\n\nBy the time they're done, you look down and see a near layer of glaze all over the tops of your tits, and can feel it oozing and dripping down between them and under your clothes. Before you can even try and speak again, the two animal-men force you onto your back on the kitchen floor, the pigman once again taking over holding your arms down. Displaying surprising strength, the turkey rips and tears at your sweater and bra until they're completely off of you, scattered across the tile in tatters. He grabs at the waistband of your jeans and yanks repeatedly, forcing them over the round curves of your hips, making sure they haul your panties along with them as he forces them down your feebly kicking legs.\n\nThe pig waddles forward on his knees, replacing holding your arms with his hands by pinning them down with his knees. He lowers that massive pink sack of his down onto your lower face, until it completely covers your nose and mouth, not only filling your nostrils with the stink of his sweaty balls but cutting off your air. Desperate, you try to use your tongue to move his balls with your tongue, managing to get enough measly gasps of air to breathe. Meanwhile you can hear the pigman sorting in satisfaction as you start tonguing the soft, wrinkly skin of his sack, "rewarding" you with a smack to one of your breasts that makes you yelp against his nuts.\n\nThe turkey grabs and lifts your legs, making you spread them as he slides forward, then shoves his huge yellow dick into your pussy, making you yowl as he goes balls-deep on the first thrust. He starts pumping away hard and fast right from the start, thrusting hard enough to shake your entire body, making your tits bounce and jiggle atop your chest. His cartoonish prick definitely spreads you open wider and plunges into you deeper than you've ever felt, and the sheer intensity of the situation soon has your body reacting eagerly, even as you feel the shame and shock of being molested by freakish animal-men and having to tongue a pig's balls just to breathe.\n\nThe turkey doesn't seem any more inclined to cum quickly than he did when he was fucking your mouth. He lifts your legs and lets your thighs rest against his fat belly, lifting your own jiggly round ass off the tile and letting his balls slap up against it with every thrust. The pig grabs your tits with his thick, three-fingered hands and starts kneading and squeezing them roughly, occasionally giving one of them a smack or pinching your stiff nipples with his hoof-tipped fingers, his motions massaging the thick double load of cum into your skin until it shines like it's been oiled. You can tell he enjoys your gasps and yelps and moans as you're force-fucked and molested since his balls occasionally twitch when you get particularly noisy. But eventually he apparently decides that he'd prefer something a bit more stimulating and even more humiliating for you, he shifts forward, his fat pink buttocks pressing against the sides of your face as he presses his asshole up against your mouth. Unable to do anything else to encourage him to keep letting you breathe, you start tonguing the pungeant pink pucker, hearing him squeal gleefully (and smugly) in response.\n\n"That's right, oppresser bitch, suck his ass in recompense for your sins," the turkey clucks smugly, lowering a winglike hand to smack the side of your ass and make you 'MMF!' loudly into the pigman's pucker. "You like it, don't you, like being made to check your human carnivore privilege, you fucking cunt!"\n\nShamefully, you have to admit to yourself you <i>are</i> getting off on this. As humiliating as it is to admit, your pussy is sopping wet, little squirts of wetness forced out every time that massive yellow prick pumps into it. Even the pig's abuse of your tits is starting to make your body twitch in pleasure every time he smacks one of his inhuman hands against one, making it wobble side-to-side before resuming its up-and-down bouncing from the hard fucking the turkey's giving you. When you hear the pig squealing and turkey clucking again, and feel a thick, hot wetness raining on your tits and flooding into your pussy, your body bucks and spasms, your cunt clenching and squeezing around the turkey's spasming prick.\n\nEventually the two pull away, leaving you splayed panting on the floor, your body covered in sweat and jizz, the turkey's second large load of cum steadily dribbling out of your sodden, slightly gaping pussy and down your taint to puddle on the floor. Both of them stand over you, cocks still jutting forward, apparently inexhaustible. "Alright, holiday whore," the turkey says, stroking his cock slowly as he contemplates your unresisting form. "Let's see if you've truly acknowledged your guilt. Get up on your knees with your filthy face on the floor, and spread your asscheeks so that we can punish your asshole."\n\n<hr>\n[[Give in and cooperate.|HollyNov1x4]]\n\n[[Never!|HollyNovPlaceholder]]

Deciding to take the easy route (and maybe get a good story for your blog), you follow the short series of signs to the little roadside building with the matching sign. Outside has a number of pumpkins still stacked up in rough pyramids, as well as baskets of other gourds and hardier fruits and vegetables. You clamber out of the car and, somewhat cautiously, explore the outer aisles for a little while. It does look fairly nice, but there's no one out here and even then, you can't make a Thanksgiving dinner with just gourds.\n\nThen you notice a sign on the building itself: 'Meat is available inside'. Aha. Deciding to go ahead and grab an available basket and load up some of the smaller stuff out here, you then head in through the creaky door. The inside is strangely somehow both well-lit and dim... there are a number of hanging metal lamps, but the bulbs must be low-wattage because it just seems... well, dim. There are more rows of vegetables in large wicker baskets, and a cold feeling coming from one side of the building. You turn towards that area, figuring it must be where the meat department is, and almost jump out of your skin as you come face-to-face with a wrinkled little old woman.\n\n"Wellllcome to my market," she murmurs, raising her spindly hands and tapping her fingertips together gleefully.\n\n"Uh... thank you," you reply, really starting to wonder if that 'Evil' bit was just a family name.\n\n"Thanksgiving shopping, perhaps?"\n\n"R-right. I'm having a lot of friends and family over, so-"\n\n"Yeees, of course, certainly. This way, this way." She turns and shuffles off towards a set of tub freezers, and after a hesitant few moments you follow after her. She reaches deep into one of the freezers, and effortlessly hauls out a massive turkey in a vacuum-sealed bag, thumping it down on the adjacent counter. She does the same to a nearly equally huge ham, then turns and thumps a wrinkled, veiny hand down atop the pale curve of the turkey. "These will feed the whole family, I think. Guaranteed to be the moistest, most flavorful turkey and the sweetest, most delectable ham you've ever eaten."\n\nYou stare at both items. You're quite the chef, since cooking is such a big part of so many holidays, and from what you know of quality she very well might be right. "Well, that's... good!"\n\n"But this turkey and ham... is cursed," the old woman hisses, raising a single spidery finger.\n\n"Um." You blink. "That's bad."\n\n"Indeed. These Thanksgiving edibles have had a curse laid upon them by internet wiccans who don't understand Thanksgiving and believe it is a celebration of conquest over Native Americans," the old woman continues gravely. "I've revoked my granddaughter's internet privileges and blocked tumblr on the router, but the damage was done by then."\n\n"... Can I go now?"\n\nShe blinks. "Of course. But did you want the turkey and ham, dear...?"\n\n<hr>\n[[It's just some teenager shenanigans, sure.|HollyNov1x3]]\n\n[[No, you're creeped out now, you just want to scram.|HollyNovPlaceholder]]

"So you said that the leader probably won't be a Beastman, just someone that was able to get control over them, right?" you ask Kama.\n\n"Yeah, whoever it is prolly took over one tribe and then more started flockin' together," Kama agrees, nodding.\n\n"So what if we challenge that one guy for leadership?" you suggest. "That way we can just <i>tell</i> the Beastmen to give us their stuff!"\n\n"That's not a bad idea," Liyal says thoughtfully, tapping her chin as she looks at the water where the vision was. "Primitive, undeveloped tribal people almost always have brutish, short-sighted rituals like 'combat for leadership'."\n\n"Pft, not just that sort of people, <i>my</i> tribe did it too, y'know," Kama declares proudly, puffing out her barely covered chest.\n\nThe other three of you stare at her for a moment (four if you include Wick) before turning back to each other. "It could work, yes," Meridia says thoughtfully. "But how do you know we can beat them?"\n\n"If it's a one-on-one fight I'm sure at least one of us can manage," you assert. Something in the back of your mind notes that you shouldn't assume this world has some GM balancing the combat encounters to make sure they're fair, but you brush it off. You've got this, for sure! "Besides, we basically got cheated out of the chance to become royalty by being teamed up with crappy groups, right? This is our chance to become royalty on our own terms!"\n\nThat apparently convinces the others, since they all perk up, any misgivings they had vanishing off their faces. The lot of you do a quick bit of discussing, before climbing onto your horses and making your way towards the city. Meridia finds an old paved road that's mostly been turned up by grass and roots, but is still a little clearer than the surrounding forestjungle and obviously heads right towards the city. As you approach the pair of guards, both wearing little more than gold bands around their arms and thighs and colorful loincloths, Kama roars out, "Challenge! We come to issue rite of challenge!"\n\nBoth had started to point the long, cruel-tipped spears they were wielding at you, but Kama's yell makes them falter a little, now seeming hesitant. They take a glance at each other, and the deer-like beastman on the left says, "What? Challenge?"\n\n"Yeah, we're here to show we're tougher than your leader! Take us to 'im, or ya gonna let the world think you're led by a wimp?!" Kama sneers, smirking in a slightly practiced fashion that says she might have done this before.\n\nBoth of them bristle at that... well, in the case of the parrot-like guard, he poofs up in a way that's more adorable than threatening. But almost immediately they turn and start marching into the city, yelling out, "Make way! Make way, challengers for the king! Make way!"\n\n"Well, it seems to have worked," Meridia notes as you all ride along after, the light crowds of Beastmen parting, staring up at you as you pass (some gaining rather obvious reactions to the party of scantily-clad female adventurers now in their midst). "I just hope we can actually pull this off."\n\nThe 'throne room' looks more like it used to be a temple, a large, single-room building at the top of a lot of stairs, with an altar outside of a sufficient size and length that you figure this civilization had several other things in common with the Aztecs and not just their architecture. Inside there is a large throne, flanked on its sides by a handful of slightly more elaborately-garbed Beastmen (and one human?). Sitting on the throne is a very large, very muscular lion man, a golden crown settled in amongst his fiery red mane, his powerful chest completely bare, body covered only by some bracers, shin guards, a red cape, and a red loincloth that, with his legs lightly spread as he sprawls on the throne, shows off a very impressive bulge beneath the cloth.\n\n"I thought you said the leader wouldn't be a Beastman," you hiss to Kama as the four of you enter the throne room, having left your horses at the bottom of the stairs.\n\n"I said 'usually'," the Tiefling grunts in reply. "Y'know what 'usually' means, doncha? 'Most often but not always'?"\n\n... Ow. You didn't think INT scores could go into the negatives but after being rebuked by Kama you kind of feel like yours did. As your group approaches, the apparent Beastman King rises to his feet, throwing his cape back dramatically as he does.\n\n"Who are you, and who have you come to challenge?"\n\n"... Er, you don't know who we're here to challenge?" you can't help but ask.\n\nHis yellow eyes narrow. "This is a proper kingdom, small invaders, with a full royal court! Any member of the court may be challenged for their position! Myself, the Master of Coin, the Master of Magic, the Master of Spies, the Master of War, or the Master of Slaves! Announce the name of your challenger and who you wish to challenge!"\n\n"..." You open your mouth and hold up a finger, then glance at the others. "... One second, your majesty, we need to prepare a little bit."\n\n"What?!" he near-roars. "What is the holdup?!"\n\n"Well, you had all the time where we were coming through the city to prepare for the challenge, right? But we had to actually ride and travel through the city right before so we're not as prepared," you say in a reasonable tone. "We should have at least as long as you had to get ready, don't you think?"\n\nYou weren't necessarily expecting it to work, but the lionman actually seems mollified, folding his muscular arms over his chest. "Very well then, prepare yourself."\n\n"Okay, guys, huddle," you say more quietly. At the others' blank looks, you sigh. "Come in close and lean in so we can talk without being overheard."\n\n"Ahhhhh," the other three say in near-unison, before gathering around and leaning in.\n\n"So whatta we need to discuss? We're challenging the King, right?" Kama asks.\n\n"Don't be hasty," Meridia cautions. "It's possible we could profit off of this without needing to topple the sovereign."\n\n"If we took one of the lesser positions, we wouldn't have to worry so much about the people immediately rebelling," Liyal adds. "After all, this guy is obviously extremely... popular," she murmurs, eyes flicking towards the lion man... or, you're pretty sure, towards his loincloth. "Taking over something like the Master of Coin would let us get rich without so much responsibility."\n\n"Ennnnh," Kama murmurs, clearly nonplussed.\n\n"What do you think, Cyan, what should we do?" Liyal asks.\n\n<hr>\n[[Challenge the King.|GGWar4x2]]\n\n[[Challenge one of the Masters.|GGWar6x1]]

Y'know your Lair is really pretty sparse. What if you could make it a bit more luxurious by turning adventurers into more comfortable furnishings? Be a great way to keep trophies, while you were at it!\n\nYou eye Tonya thoughtfully, wondering exactly what to turn her into, her face going a bit pale and her squirming turning more anxious at the look on your face, despite you not saying anything. What would it be good to outfit your Lair with first, especially since you could make virtually anything and have it be within the limits of the transformer?\n\n<hr>\n[[Chair.|GGDungeon]]\n\n[[Table.|GGDungeon]]\n\n[[Desk.|GGDungeon]]\n\n[[Mattress.|GGDungeon]]\n\n[[Bathtub.|GGDungeon]]

You leap forward, chomping down on the meeting of Tifa's shoulder and neck just to one side of the strap of her top, the barmaid crying out in shock and pain. Before she can retaliate, you leap back to your starting point, leering at her.\n\nTifa scowls, raising her fists back to fighting position, then seems to notice something. Perhaps it's that the pain of the bite marks hasn't disappeared like it normally would in a fighting game, or that the pain is starting to turn into a tingling heat that even now is spreading through her. She hesitates, a confused look on her face, then gasps loudly, stumbling and hunching forward as her body begins to change, muscles bulging and fur starting to sprout all over her skin.\n\nShe grits her teeth as her face starts to push out into a canine muzzle, teeth growing longer and sharper, her ears growing to points and changing shape as they start to move towards the top of her head. Her tits rapidly swell even as they grow fur, growing even larger than before, much larger in fact, even as a second pair start growing in under them. Her top quickly tears and rips away, spilling the huge white-furred boobs out to rest against the tops of the lower pair, pink nipples turning black as they grow larger and remain sticking out of her fur. As her hips grow larger and more muscular her skirt rides up them, panties growing taut and gradually starting to tear, until they snap off and fall away, revealing her fuzzy white cunt. From above her belt grows a long, bushy tail, the same luscious brown as her hair, like most of the fur covering the back of her body. Her legs shift and change, becoming the slightly more digigrade stance you use, reshaped feet with claws tearing through her boots. Tifa only has a moment to look down at herself in horror before her eyes glaze over, muzzle turning up in a wolfish grin before she throws back her head and howls, a proper four-titted werewolf bitch, with her suspenders, pushed-up skirt, and the remnants of her boots as a reminder of her previous form.\n\nYou pounce on the new she-wolf, and she wastes no time in twisting and presenting to you, barking eagerly as you thrust your glistening red canine cock into her furry pussy. Her tongue lolls out, breath coming out in rapid, animal panting as you begin mating her, those four fuzzy tits swaying and wobbling underneath her as her claws dig into the pavement for purchase. The mindless she-beast that was once Tifa wags her tail against your belly as she fucks back against you, occasionally letting out eager barks and yips as your red rocket slams into her white-furred sex. You lean forward, resting against her back in proper wolf fashion, reaching under her to fondle her tits, amusing yourself by switching up and down from the truly massive upper pair to the only slightly more modest lower pair, tweaking at her thick black teats as she barks and woofs.\n\nSoon your swollen knot is slapping against those fuzzy white pussylips, and the Tifa-wolf's whimpering gets more and more eager, urging you on, wanting you to mate her and give her puppies. Giving a growl of acquiescence, you slam forward, your knot popping into her and swelling, locking you together as you both throw back your heads and give long, utterly inhuman howls to the darkness above. After enjoying the feeling of her quivering pussy around your swollen knot for a moment, you smirk and turn around, swinging a leg over her and pressing your toned male ass against her big, round furry female one, going ass-to-ass like proper canines even if you are humanoid. Your tails wag together, the Tifa-wolf giving soft whimpers and yips of pleasure, until she gradually begins to shrink, fur receding, breasts growing smaller and the second pair of them gradually disappearing back into her chest. Soon Tifa Lockhart proper is the one slumped on the ground, ass-to-ass with you, eyes once again filled with human intelligence and yet glazed over by the memories of being a heat-crazed she-werewolf.\n\n<hr>\n[[New round!|GG-FF-BB-Tifa-NewRound]]\n\n[[Finish her!|GG-FF-BB-Tifa-Finish1]]

<img src=https://i.imgur.com/YDY4bju.jpg>\n\nThis is Reclamation. A room even more starkly white and somehow aesthetically utilitarian than even the area outside. This room features a number of medical devices, such as the flat, glass-topped biobed in the center with robotic armatures and a lit ring that slides along it, meaning that it can technically be used for healing or just altering slaves. \n\nHowever, the primary purpose of this room, and that bed, is to repurpose slaves into service gynoids. Whether you're just tired of them or want to experience the thrill of capturing that character with that method again, having them lay on that bed and starting the reclamation process will proceed to turn them into a faceless, mindless automaton, indistinguishable from the others inhabiting the hidden wall slots of the whole facility, utterly and literally existing for no other reason than to clean, serve, and occasionally use the fleshlight between their legs to get you off.\n\n<hr>\n[[Start a reclamation.|Capture-Reclamation]]\n\n[[Lower Level.|Capture-HabLL]]

"Uh," you and Leslie both say in unison as you watch a good eight guys of nearly identical height, build, and haircut pile out of the SUV clown car style and go rushing towards the door, the lead guy kicking it in without hesitation and the rest pouring in.\n\nYou just sit there staring, only breaking it to exchange a brief shocked glance with Leslie, and waiting. After a few minutes the group of men in suits emerge, this time hauling along what's obviously the scrawny form of Leslie's neighbor in his polo shirt and khakis, but with a black bag over his head and his hands ziptied behind his back. They shove him into the back seat and then somehow all pile in themselves, the SUV taking off with a faint shriek of rubber.\n\n"... Uh," you and Leslie both repeat.\n\n"What... was that?" Leslie says slowly. "I mean, I, uh... I know what it looked like, but, er..."\n\n"There is so fucking much that was weird about that I don't even know where to begin," you note bluntly.\n\n"Y-yeah. So, er... but I mean, what do we <i>do</i>?" Leslie asks, looking at you.\n\n<hr>\n[["Let's just wait a while."|GGLes]]\n\n[["Let's go check it out."|GGLes4x3]]\n\n[["We should call someone."|GGLes]]

"Look, they left the door open," you note, pointing, then already standing and heading for the door.\n\n"Are you <i>crazy</i>?!" Leslie hisses, leaping to her feet and grabbing for your upper arm. "You want to go into the house of the guy that just got arrested?!"\n\n"Well obviously they were more interested in him than whatever it was he had in his house," you point out. "Or they wouldn't have all left and just let the door gape open."\n\n"... Okay then why assume there's anything interesting in there?" Leslie demands.\n\nYou open your mouth... then close it, frowning. Huh, that's actually a pretty good question. After a moment though you say, "Well, just to be nosy, I guess."\n\nLeslie pretty much repeats the same reaction you had to her question, before shrugging. "Yeah okay, flawless logic, let's go."\n\nThe two of you leave the house, looking cautiously around for any sign that more SUVs or more marked law enforcement vehicles might be incoming, but the entire street is still and quiet, as if you might have imagined the whole thing. The door of the neighbor's house is standing ajar, though, and as you push it a bit further open you can see that the simple, normal-seeming (if rather closer to your own tastes than "normal" adult ones as far as decorating goes) suburban living room definitely shows the signs of a struggle, a few pieces of furniture knocked about and a couple of broken figures and game controllers laying on the floor.\n\n"Aw, man, I wanted one of these, it was a limited edition," you bemoan, picking up the Pro Switch controller that's almost broken in half.\n\n"I'm sorry for your loss," Leslie says flatly.\n\n"I am also sorry for my loss," you reply mock-solemnly before tossing it aside. "You think he resisted arrest or did they just break stuff for fun?"\n\n"Why not both?" Leslie replies dryly as she glances around. "At least it looks like he didn't have a dog."\n\n"Oof, yeah."\n\n"Anyway, we're standing in an active crime scene or whatever, are you happy?" Leslie asks with a huff. "Can we go now?"\n\n<hr>\n[["Yeah, yeah, fine."|GGLes]]\n\n[["No, let's check upstairs."|GGLes]]\n\n[["Hey, is that a basement?"|GGLes4x4]]

"Spy on him? Really?" Leslie asks flatly.\n\n"C'moooon, it'll be something to do! Practice for when we're old retired white women writing reports on the local Facebook group about not trusting the water meter checker because he had a tatoo," you say with a snicker, getting up and heading to the window.\n\n"Fiiiine, whatever, you'll get bored soon anyway," Leslie scoffs as she gets up and walks over to join you at the window, the two of you peeking out of the blinds. "I mean I've certainly never noticed anything going on over there."\n\n"Oo, oo, here comes a car!" you whisper, nudging her. "Check out the shiny black SUV!"\n\n"Very ritzy, but it's not gonna stop at his house," Leslie scoffs... then blinks. "Huh. It's... stopping at his house. ... Probably just Uber Eats or something," Leslie murmurs.\n\n"Nnnnno, that is-"\n\n<hr>\n[["-an extremely attractive woman."|GGLes]]\n\n[["-a bunch of guys in suits."|GGLes4x2]]\n\n[["-a really hot dude."|GGLes]]\n\n[["-.... a guy carrying food bags you were right."|GGLes]]

"Oh you can not be serious," Leslie says flatly as you walk over to the likely basement door, eyeing it.\n\n"You keep saying that and yet I always am. Hey look, a keypad," you note, pointing.\n\nLeslie blinks, her expression turning a mixture of deeply worried and even more deeply curious. "That would definitely point towards them having arrested him for a <i>reason</i>."\n\n"Oh what so wanting privacy is proof of guilt now?"\n\n"I'm pretty sure the Supreme Court ruled it is."\n\n"Someone's in a mood," you murmur, before tapping at the buttons.\n\n"It's at least a five digit code, there's no way you're gonna-" Leslie starts, only to put both hands to her face as there's a beep and the sound of a deadbolt coming undone. "Oh my god don't tell me."\n\n"42069," you answer, grinning and flashing her the victory sign. "Didn't even have to try '69420'."\n\n"Well if he's a criminal he's an incompetent one then," Leslie says with a deep sigh as she apparently gives in to the inevitable and follows you through the door and down the steps.\n\n"There's definitely something weird because this is the cleanest basement I've ever been in," you announce after the rather short walk down the stairs later, peering around. The basement is fairly normal, otherwise, for your experience... a polished cement floor, wood-paneled walls, rafters visible on the ceiling. It's a bit taller than the usual, and mostly empty other than a handful of suitcases and crates that show it's mostly used as storage.\n\n"It's probably his first house and he doesn't have a ton of clutter that doesn't fit upstairs," Leslie says practically, shrugging.\n\n"Then why'd the glowboys turn up and haul him off?"\n\n"Maybe he briefly touched a piece of mail that wasn't his, I dunno, c'mon, let's go already," Leslie complains as you start wandering around.\n\n"... Aha! Hidden switch!" you declare, sliding aside part of one of the wood panels to reveal a small physical switch, the kind that slides out of one set of metal pins and into another with a little wooden handle.\n\n"Huh." Leslie shifts foot-to-foot, glancing around, then murmurs, "Maybe it's just a circuit breaker thing," in the sort of tone that says she doesn't really expect it to stop you.\n\n"One way to find out. Hey..." you say as you snag the handle with a hooked finger and lift it. "Maybe he's a-"\n\n<hr>\n[["-supervillain."|GGLes]]\n\n[["-superhero."|GGLes]]\n\n[["-sex pervert."|GGLes]]\n\n[["-international superspy."|GGLes]]\n\n[["-space alien."|GGLes]]

Though it's uncomfortable and seems like it's going to be hampering your mobility, you don't exactly feel like trying to strip out of bits of your costume in front of an international movie star. You shift a bit uncomfortably and feel something bump against your hips, so reach down to feel for it. On your left hip is a large flap-topped pouch, but on the other is a gun in a holster. You haul it out and stare at it... though the grip and trigger are sized perfectly for your hand, it's a <i>big</i> revolver, albeit short-barreled and almost stubby in its design. And it looks disturbingly real.\n\nBefore you can ask 'Daniels' just how they got you costumed and gave you what seems to be an actual gun without you knowing, the window shatters as a massive form leaps through, landing in a roll and then rising to its feet, albeit hunched and with its long arms reaching forward. It's at least nine feet tall and though it's proportioned more like a gorilla, it has the head, tail, and pelt of a wolf, its lips pulled back from a maw full of yellow teeth. With a yelp of surprise you scramble to your feet and off to the side, only for another one to come leaping in through another window, one of its massive pawlike hands flinging to the side while it's still in midair.\n\nYou feel something impact against your belly and hear a faint *fwing* and then a clatter, and get the distinct impression that the stupid corset-thing just saved you. You almost reflexively raise the gun, gripping it with both hands and pointing it at the looming dark form that's turning towards you. You hesitate for just a moment, conscious of how heavy and real it feels and how this is just supposed to be a game. But the way it looks, the way you can't spot a single seam or bit of jerky movement from motors, and also the way that the wolfman almost leers as it looks at you, a bit of red starting to peek from the massive sheath between his legs, settles the argument for you.\n\nThe pistol roars more like a shotgun as you pull the trigger, and you thank Heaven that it's a revolver instead of a semi-automatic since it kicks like a pony as it is. The werewolf gives a howl that you'd more associate with the thunderous roars of lions from The Lion King when you were a child as red blossoms high on its chest. You pull the trigger twice more in quick succession, sending the beast reeling back and stumbling until it falls over.\n\nYou stand trembling until Daniels grabs you by the arm and pulls you into a run with him, apparently having dealt with his own opponent. "Come on! We'll get up the stairs, find a more defensible position!" He lets you go, counting on you to keep your feet as the two of you race up one of the curving staircases, then turn and put your backs against the walls at the top of it. He flicks the cylinder of his own revolver, longer-barreled and more elegantly-proportioned than yours, out and starts reloading it. "Bloody hell, this your first time in the field, girl?"\n\n"I... yeah," you answer shakily, unsure of how else to explain yourself, the smell of gunpowder still heavy in your nostrils and your hands half numb from the buck of the gun, all of it making it very clear you just shot an actual monster.\n\n"Figures, they send a first-timer into this," he snarls, flicking his wrist to send the cylinder back into place. He softens his expression as he looks at you. "Still, stood your ground, fired three shots, that's all I can ask of anyone in that sort of situation. He'll have a devil's time picking out that silver buckshot before it works its way into something vital, if he even can."\n\n"... Are you sure you're not Sean Bean?" you ask, just a little hopeful.\n\n"Can't say I ever met the man. Now listen, somewhere in this blasted house, they're doing the ritual that will open the Hellgate. Until we can figure out where that is, or until more reinforcements arrive, we've got to stay alive, keep moving, find anything we can to make it hard on them. C'mon."\n\n<hr>\n[[Continue.|Hellrise1x2]]

"The mouse one," you decide, smirking. "Let's teach those naughty boys what it's like to feel small and bully-able!"\n\n"Nyahahaha!" Zane cackles, before giving his tail a particular flick. A cage appears floating in midair, prompting you to reach out and grab it before it can fall, and following the unspoken prompt you set it down with the door facing up and open it. Zane whispers in your ear what to say, and after mentally practicing a few times you repeat the words, grinning in delight as a number of chocolate bars appear in your hands. Sauntering over towards the group, you call out, "Oh boys~!"\n\nThey all whip around to face you, and there are a few lewd whistles and some chortles that sound like they're probably building towards making some lewd comments, so you try to cut in before they really get started. "Now I know Halloween is a time for mischief," you say in a cheerful tone, actually winking as if you were encouraging them, which does indeed make several of them puff out their chests. "Buuut I thought I might bribe you to pass my place by with these." You hold up the bars and fan them out a bit, idly using a thumb to nudge the wrapping open on one.\n\nThe magically enhanced scent of the chocolate wafts outward, and you can see the boys starting to perk up as each of them smells it. Quickly murmuring (probably insincere) assent, they all step forward and not-quite-snatch the chocolate bars out of your hands, quickly unwrapping them and starting to stuff their faces. You give in to the urge to bring your hands up and tap your fingertips together rhythmically, but manage to resist the impulse to start cackling maniacally...\n\n... at least until the boys start making loud squeaking noises and emitting green fog out their ears, flailing around as the transformation begins.\n\n"AAAAAAAAAAAAA-HAAHAHAHAHAHA!" you cackle maniacally, and pretty witchily too, so hey maybe you're definitely cut out for this! Though you catch glimpses of the transformation, such as ears growing big and floppy, faces pushing out into pointy little muzzles, and tails starting to flit around, it's rapid enough that the boys quickly shrink away into their clothes, which are soon piled up on the ground... some with tiny little bumps moving around in a panic. The moment the first mouse manages to poke his little, shocked-looking head out of a shirt collar, your eyes flash and you coo to Zane, "Get 'im."\n\n"Nyaahahahaha!" Zane cackles as he leaps down from your shoulder and pounces, the mouse giving a tiny, terrified squeal as he's quickly seized by the neck and carried in Zane's jaws back to the cage, where he's dropped in. Zane goes darting through the night again and again, a quick shadow chasing down squealing little mice that you're pretty sure are calling things like 'Nuuuu!' and 'Haaalp!' and depositing them one by one in the cage. Eventually though he pads back up to you and plops down to sit. "I think maaaybe one got away?"\n\n<hr>\n[["Well go and find him to make sure."|HollyWitch]]\n\n[["I'll make him come out."|HollyWitch]]\n\n[["Tch, we don't have time."|HollyWitch]]

"Sure, I guess," you answer after a moment's hesitation.\n\n"Cool!" She turns her head and says something to the driver, the van pulling over properly to the curb so she can slide the side door open. You walk over and clamber in, noting that the van seems to have been modified to only have two bench seats in back, turned to face each other rather than all facing forward, with padded rubber mats on the floor. 'Hm, something seems vaguely familiar about this from the internet,' you muse as you settle onto the forward-facing seat, since the twenty-something woman and a lean black guy about the same age are sitting on the one facing back. She's wearing a bright neon skirt and a white tanktop, and he's wearing jeans and... a white tanktop. Same shirts, just showing off rather different things.\n\n"I'm Elisa, this is Kuan," she chirps cheerfully, gesturing between the two of them.\n\n"Cyan."\n\n"You go to school around here, Cyan?"\n\n"Yeah, sure, y'know. When it's not summer," you answer with a shrug. It sounds kind of like she assumes you're going to Deviville University rather than Deviville High, which is fine by you... especially if it means she might take you to a bar.\n\n"Oh right. Kinda boring summer so far...?"\n\n"You know how it is," you admit, shrugging and leaning back on the seat. "You run out of things to do a few weeks in, you start looking for new fun stuff, or just getting cabin fever. Wanna get out of the house, look around, find something new."\n\n"Mm-hmm, I heard that. So, do you have like a boyfriend, or...?"\n\nHm. This is still vaguely familiar, like something you saw once browsing sites you weren't supposed to. Still, might as well answer honestly.\n\n<hr>\n[[You have a boyfriend.|GGBad2x1]]\n\n[[You have a girlfriend.|GGBad1x2]]\n\n[[You're super single.|GGBad]]

"Aaactually I have a girlfriend," you admit, grinning a little.\n\n"Oh! So you're a lesbian, or...?"\n\n"Yup, gold star," you assure Elisa, since she's still doing all the talking so far. \n\n"Well that's cool. But you're not seeing a lot of her this summer or...?"\n\n"She has a job," you admit, unable to help sighing a little. "And during the summer they schedule her for a ton of hours, and then she's tired when she's off and we haven't gone on a date since school got out."\n\n"Well that's sad," Elisa says with a pout, though her brown eyes twinkle as she leans forward. "Must be a little tough, huh, having to go without?"\n\nYou blush some now, glancing at Kuan, who's just sitting there with a light grin on his face, and at the somehow anonymous-looking driver who doesn't seem to be paying attention at all. Then you look back at Elisa and shrug again, squirming a little in your seat. "Yeah, well, y'know. It's... not great, but."\n\n"You knoooow, we could have a little fun, let off some of that steam," she practically purrs, leaning a little more forward and shimmying her shoulders. Her breasts are large and full and a luscious golden brown, and it's obvious she's not wearing anything under the tank by the way they wobble when she does that.\n\n"Ahhhhh... I don't know," you hedge quickly, glancing away. "I mean, I'm not the sort of person that cheats, especially, just... yeah, I don't know..."\n\n"Oh, c'mon, Cyan! Tell you what, I'll make you a deal!" Elisa sits up and fishes something out of the crack of the seat... and you can't help but stare at the wad of cash she's holding as she lifts it. "I'll pay you $100 to lick my pussy."\n\nYou blink at her a few times, practically feeling your brain bluescreen. "Ah... what? ... Seriously?"\n\n"Absolutely! Money up front! Or, if you're feeling reeeeally adventurous..." Elisa's eyes twinkle as she ruffles the money around. "I'll pay you even more to suck Kuan's dick."\n\n"Er... but... I'm..."\n\n"Hey, it's not like anyone will knoooow! $500, cash money, just to suck a little cock. Or you could come back to our place and get really wild, and walk out with waaaay more dough too."\n\nYou stare at her, then at Kuan, then at the wad of cash in your hand. Well. This has certainly become interesting. Still... you can't help but think that's a lot of money. And what does "waaaay more" mean? $1000? $2000? More?\n\n<hr>\n[[Take the $100, lick Elisa's pussy.|GGBad]]\n\n[[Take the $500, suck Kuan's cock.|GGBad]]\n\n[[Take the bait, see what they want to do at their place.|GGBad]]\n\n[[No, you want out.|GGBad]]

"I need help!" you blurt. When that doesn't provoke an immediate response, you think frantically and add, "I need like, a distress call! I need someone to come and... I don't know, pilot the ship, chase those guys, get my brother back!"\n\n'Understood, initiating Distress Job Listing,' the text prints out.\n\n"Distress... job listing?" you read in a bit of shock, blinking as something like a card is filled out listing things like 'Piloting expertise, space pirate combat, hostage rescue'.\n\n'Please enter offered reward,' the text says as most of the card is filled out.\n\n"What?!"\n\n'Job listing must include offered reward,' the text notes, the section of the card reading 'Reward:' and the blank area next to it lighting up brighter.\n\n<hr>\n[["Money?!"|SGSci]]\n\n[["The ship!"|SGSci]]\n\n[["I... myself!"|SGSci]]\n\n[["I don't... I don't know!"|SGSci3x2]]

"I don't <i>know</i>! I just need to save my brother!" you shout.\n\nApparently the AI takes that as a literal answer, and fills out the field with 'I don't know, I just need to save my brother'. The card then disappears, replaced by the text 'Job listed'.\n\nAlmost instantly there's a flash nearby, and you flinch back before staring at a swirling upright disk of light in more colors of white than you could ever comprehend existed appears for an instant, a woman rushing through it. She looks like she might be in her early twenties, despite her soft, shiny pale grey hair, her face framed by forelocks and part of her hair pulled into a ponytail on one side. She's wearing a long black coat, some sort of combat harness, a purple one-piece that shows off a fair amount of cleavage, and little black booty shorts. Still, despite the unusual clothes, there's something comforting about the way she instantly looks around and takes everything in before leaping into the pilot's seat. "Those are the kidnappers?" she asks, nodding to the screen, and at your frantic nodding calls, "Key!"\n\nYou'd almost forgotten you were holding it, and now you toss it to her. The stranger snaps it out of the air with one gloved hand and slams it into a slot on the chair before grabbing the joysticks, the view shooting forward, arcing low and then coming around.\n\n"Get into a seat, we're going to get awfully close!" she says quickly, eyes fixed on the ship, which now has a countdown beside its hyperjump notification, although it jumps up by about ten seconds as the text 'Interdictor array activated' appears on the screen.\n\nYou scramble over to one of the places at the side of the bridge where there are other seats and buckle yourself in, gripping the armrests until it feels like your fingers might crack with tension. You watch as several blasts of green energy flash away from the other ship, the view skewing back and forth and flashing once as one of them apparently makes contact with something just beyond the <i>Paladin</i>'s hull. Then there's a much brighter flash, one that seems to overlap slightly with you feeling lurched around in your seat.\n\nYou can't help but let out a short scream as the view clears to show that the other ship looks like it's practically smashed against the viewscreen, before it skews away. It briefly drops out of view, and the seat shakes under you with what feels like a few physical impacts before the stars swing around and the kidnappers' ship comes back into view, both thankfully further away and frustratingly further away now. It fires several blasts, and you try not to shout as the stranger in the pilot seat apparently returns fire, several blasts of purplish energy striking towards the back of the ship. That apparently doesn't deter it though, as a moment later it disappears in another flash.\n\n"Damn," the stranger murmurs, frowning, then letting out a soft huff. "Well, I didn't think that would actually disrupt their drive at that beam intensity anyway. Still, hopefully it covered up the tracking device."\n\n"T-... tracking device?" you echo a bit distantly, feeling slightly dizzy but a bit of hope lift you at the words.\n\n"Yeah, during that near-scrape I managed to fire one onto them. These <i>Crusader</i>-class ships have all sorts of handy features like that," she says as she stands up and walks over. After a moment of looking at you, she gently leans forward and undoes your harness. "Just take it easy. Breathe, alright?"\n\nYou nod, and it takes you a few seconds before you actually suck in a deep breath and let it out. After doing that a few more times you no longer feel like you're going to pass out. "Th-... thank you. But why aren't we-"\n\n"Easy. If we stay right on them they're likely to get desperate, and we definitely don't want that if they've got your brother. We'll get him back, don't worry," she assures you, smiling a bit and resting a hand on your head. "So hey, what's your name?"\n\n"Oh. Um, Amanda," you answer, having actually had to think about it and remember.\n\n"Nice to meet you, Amanda, despite the bad circumstances. My name's Aurora. You don't exactly look like someone who'd normally be on a combat cruiser out in deep space... in fact, from the clothes and accent you seem more like a lost American, about twenty-first century?" At your eyes widening, she grins a bit more. "Yeah, that's what I thought. Okay, while we give them some breathing room, why don't you tell me everything?"\n\nOnce you've overcome the intrinsic fear of being called insane, you tell the somehow both very long and very short story of how you came to suddenly find yourself on a strange ship in the middle of space with your brother being kidnapped. Aurora doesn't look surprised by any of it, though, just nodding along. "Well. That sort of thing happens," she says in a philosophical tone once you've finished.\n\n"It... it does?" you say rather blankly.\n\n"More than you'd think. The multiverse is a weird place. Luckily it looks like the <i>Paladin</i>'s computer is outfitted with a GIPSE distress listing system... that's Guild of Interdimensional Professionals, Specialists, and Enforcers. It listed your distress call on the mercenary boards and I picked it up."\n\n"... Reward..." You blink, then look sheepish. "You're a mercenary. That's why it wanted to list a reward. Um, listen, I-"\n\n"Don't worry about it," she interrupts, waving a hand dismissively. "We'll figure something out at some point, up to and including after you and Ethan are home safe on Earth. ... Admittedly if you've been dimension shifted as well as location shifted, that might be difficult," she allows. "But we'll manage something. Either way, I think we've given the pirates enough breathing room." She turns and makes her way back to the pilot's chair, hopping into it again. "Let's see where they jumped to."\n\nAfter a few minutes she mms. "Araktu... a free port system. That'd make sense, really easy to hide in a busy one of those. Probably hiding out somewhere on Araktu 4. Be difficult to track them down there, and we'd definitely want to be careful about letting them know we're coming."\n\n"Do you think they'd hurt Ethan?" you ask, shaking a little.\n\n"Not if they think he's 'The Prince of Space' like they seem to, not unless they get very desperate. More likely they'd cut and run to some other system, possibly on a ship we wouldn't recognize, which would make tracking them much more difficult." Aurora considers for a moment, then says, "Alright, so I see two possibilities. The first is we head to the Araktu system right now, probably dock in one of the outer facilities, and get a ride to Araktu 4 so that we don't get seen coming in this shiny white beast. Obviously that's going to be the fastest option."\n\n"Well what else would we do?" you ask with a frown.\n\n"There's someone of my sort-of acquaintance... a friend of a friend, as it were. She's very familiar with places like Araktu, and she might be willing to help us. It would take some finessing and sweet-talking, but she's not a bad sort, I'm sure we could convince her to help. If nothing else, since it seems like you technically own the ship, we could offer her it as payment. If you're willing to give it up and if you're willing to take the extra time, that is," Aurora adds.\n\n<hr>\n[[Go right to Araktu.|SGSci]]\n\n[[Go ask for more help.|SGSci]]

Haha, you bet you know exactly what sort of audio <i>this</i> is! And a click on the username shows you're exactly right... horny pony indeed, tsk tsk~. This should be amusing one way or another. Let's seeee... boy they have a bunch of different audio to try, where to start?\n\n<hr>\n[["Become a pegasusgirl (futa)"|GGME]]\n\n[["Become a unicorngirl (futa)"|GGME]]\n\n[["Become a ponyboy"|GGME]]\n\n[["Become a female unicorn"|GGME]]\n\n[["Become a male unicorn"|GGME]]

'Cock's going soft, can't have that,' you think through a haze of pleasure, actually giggling a little as you grab for the bag and toss another pill into your mouth, quickly chewing and swallowing it. The effect is much faster this time, and you gasp loudly at the much more intense pleasure as your cock surges back to life, not just growing hard again but getting longer and thicker by the moment as you jerk your hips and grab it with both hands, feeling it swell and lengthen with every stroke.\n\nSoon you're pumping well over a foot of thick, throbbing dick with both hands, fucking your hips up into your hands as your tongue juts out and drool runs down your chin, feverishly working to get yourself off. But it's not enough, it's not enough, you want to fuck something, you <i>need</i> to cram your fat cock inside someone, you need-\n\n"Cyan! I'll be leaving soon, anything you need?"\n\nYessss. You shudder, your cock letting loose a fresh trickle of pre as you imagine your mother's big fat tits and her full round ass. You're going to go downstairs and fuck your own mother until her eyes roll up in her head, you're absolutely going to, you can't <i>not</i> do it!\n\n<hr>\n[[Pound her pussy.|GGCandy2x4]]\n\n[[Force-feed her a few candies.|GGCandy4x1]]

Maybe you oughtta slow your roll, anyway... you don't know if these things are even any good. You open the bag up and fish one out, popping it in your mouth and chewing... then making a face. You're not entirely sure whether it's good or not. Yeah it's got a lot of that "blue" flavor from candy you like and it's overall pretty good, but there's also something kinda... medicine-y about it, as if it were an actual pill or something. You're really not sure whether it's worth sharing or not, or maybe just eating bit by bit by yourself over-\n\nActually you're starting to feel sort of weird. Hot, and tingly, and like your heart is beating faster. Panting softly, you sit back and lean on your hands, squirming as you feel a strange pressure building in your crotch. Groaning lowly you jerk your hips, looking down at yourself and then staring in shock as the front of your jeans begins to bulge out, gradually showing a noticeable bulge in your crotch. But within seconds you're more concerned by how tight and restrictive it feels, hissing as you hurriedly unbutton and unzip, yanking the front of your jeans open. Your eyes widen at the sight of your panties stretched over the very obvious outline of a rather large cock, balls bulging it out and thick shaft draped over them... until it starts to harden, pushing out the front of those panties and making the thong dig deeper into your asscrack.\n\nGroaning again, you quickly hook a thumb into the front of your panties and work them down, letting the shaft spring free and wobble a bit before it starts to stand upright as it stiffens. You watch in amazement as it just gets longer and harder by the moment, soon a good nine inches or more long, a drop of pearly pre appearing at the tip and then slipping down the shaft. What the hell?! But you're soon distracted by the stiff, aching need you feel coming from it, and almost before you know it you've wrapped a hand around the thick pole and started to pump it, gasping at the shock of pleasure it sends through you. Jerking your hips up towards your own hand some, you quickly settle back down and start stroking faster, panting and gasping as your hand slides along the soft, smooth, girlish skin of your very stiff prick.\n\nSoon you're biting back a yelp as shudders of intense pleasure wrack your body, your cock shooting long streamers of cum all over your thighs, milky white smearing over the black denim as you twitch and whimper. But rather than releasing any of the pressure, it's like it just stokes it higher. You quickly wriggle out of your cum-stained jeans and flop onto your back, panties still cupping your heavy sack as you resume quickly pumping your jizz-smeared cock, yanking your shirt up with the other hand and starting to knead one of your tits as you jerk off. Whimpering and moaning full-throated now, you work your tits and pinch your nipples as you piston a hand along your newly-grown and rock-hard cock, hips occasionally jerking upwards, ass flexing as you feel twinges of pleasure shoot through you.\n\nIt takes longer this time but it's still soon enough that your prick shudders in your hands and begins firing long ropes of cum, if anything higher and further than before, splattering in globes and long streamers across your belly, your tits, a few of them even landing on your face. A thick glob of it smacks right against your upper lip and trickles into your open mouth, leaving you to swallow and feel your own salty seed smeared all over your tongue. Panting and gasping, you finally let your hands fall away, your cock beginning to go at least half limp and flumping against your flat belly, smearing some of the jizz around.\n\n<hr>\n[[Calm down and think.|GGCandy5x1]]\n\n[[Take another candy pill.|GGCandy2x3]]

It looks like the usual kinda pill-shaped jelly bean sort of things, but instead of being assorted colors they're all blue. Eh, you like blueberry (or whatever flavor "blue" is in candy) anyway, may as well. You grab a bag and fill the little plastic scoop, dumping two scoops' worth into the bag before tying it off with one of the provided twist ties. You head to the counter, where a woman with wavy blonde hair, a rather provocative black dress, and a witch's hat on her head is standing near the cash register. ... Weird outfit for a candy shop, but whatever.\n\n"Oh, some of those, then?" she says cheerfully as you set the bag on the counter, moving to tap at the register's keys. "That will be two dollars, dear."\n\n"Uh. Don't you need to weigh it, or...?" You glance at the candy, wondering if you should say anything. It's not like you bought a huge ton of them, but two dollars for that bag seems on the low end from a shop like this.\n\n"No, I have a pretty good eye for a full sack," the woman chirps in reply, winking one purple eye at you and grinning broadly. "And I think you're very much going to enjoy your full sack."\n\nO... kay. Forcing a polite smile, you hand over a pair of dollar bills and snag the bag of candy before heading out and making your way for home. Cheap candy, but geez the owner(?) is kind of a weirdo. Anyhoo, you notice a car in the driveway as you arrive at home, specifically your mother's. "Mom?" you call as you make your way inside.\n\n"Hello dear," your mother calls, stepping out of the kitchen and giving you a smile. Basically she's an older, curvier version of you... minus the hair dye, obviously. Currently dressed 'business casual' in a white silk blouse and black short skirt, she brushes her hair back some as she tilts her head. "I'm just here for a little bit, I forgot something I needed at the office, so don't let me keep you."\n\n"Ah, okay." Giving her a quick wave you trot up the stairs, avoiding showing off the candy since you don't want any disapproving looks for snagging that amount of sugar. Once in your room you toss the bag on the bed and then flop down beside it. Hm, now the question is, indulge yourself, call a friend, call a couple friends...?\n\n<hr>\n[[Call a friend.|GGCandy]]\n\n[[Do a get-together.|GGCandy]]\n\n[[Just eat 'em yourself.|GGCandy2x2]]

Panting and still smeared with cum, you stagger to your feet, absently pulling off your jizz-spattered shirt and tossing it aside as you head downstairs, leaving you in just that tight little thong hugging your balls. You don't see your prey in the living room so you quickly head to the kitchen, where she's bent over the counter writing a note, that round ass jutting up in the air with the skirt hugging it, almost showing off a flash of panties, the bitch practically begging for it.\n\nYou're on her in a flash, shoving up her skirt as she yelps and tries to rise, giving her a quick shove down against the counter before yanking her panties down, that generous ass wobbling from the suddenness of the motion. "Wha-?! Cyan, what are you-?!" she manages to get out before you slam your throbbing cock into the pussy that gave you life, your mother shrieking out in shock and ashamed pleasure.\n\nYou grab her wide hips and begin slamming into her relentlessly, moaning at the feel and sight of your hips sending tremors through her round, mature ass with every impact. "Cyan, no, what is this, stop," she protests, even as you can feel her pussy growing wetter and hotter by the second, more moans coloring her voice as she continues to plead with you to stop. You reach forward and yank her blouse open, buttons bouncing off the countertop as you haul down the front of her bra, spilling her big soft tits free to wobble and jiggle as you pound her cunt.\n\n"Fuck, fuck Mom, I love raping your cunt," you groan as you completely surrender to the pleasure, your motions practically bestial as you slam your prick into her sodden hole, your hands once again gripping her hips and hauling her back against you. You notice she's starting to rock back against you a bit on her own as well, her hands braced against the counter no longer trying to scramble to push herself away but instead holding on for purchase.\n\n"Oh! Oh God!" your mother gasps out, her voice full of whorish desire, before she finally blurts out, "Yes, yes, Cyan, rape mommy, rape mommy's cunt with that big fat prick, oh God, oh God I'm gonna cum!" she shrieks right before she does, her pussy clamping down around your throbbing cock, a good fourteen inches of stiff teenage prick stuffed inside her at this point. Of course with your level of inexperience you're not going to be able to hold out against that and you almost immediately start shooting an even more massive load than before deep inside your mother, the both of you making nearly identical expressions of brainless pleasure as you cum together, eyes rolled up and tongues lolled out, idiotic smiles on your faces.\n\nAfter a few moments you pull back, panting at the sight of what you've done to your mother's pussy, having left it gaping slightly open with dribbles of cum running out of it. The sight makes you feel...\n\n<hr>\n[[... guilty.|GGCandy]]\n\n[[... even hornier.|GGCandy]]\n\n[[Potent.|GGCandy]]

You match action to thought almost the moment it enters your head, leaping on the purple-skinned demon and grabbing her with your large hands, whirling her around and forcing her to bend over, her massive tits dropping down and wobbling below her. She squeals like a pig, albeit a decidedly exultant pig, as you ruthlessly shove your huge horsedick deep into her ass, hilting into her in a single thrust, your balls pressing against hers. They're clearly bigger, as if you were using even that to demonstrate how much bigger, stronger, more powerful than her you are. She likely would have teased, cajoled, made you hiss and beg for it... but those are not the ways of a Rape Demon. Force, directness, sheer power, those are your strengths, and you begin showing them all as you grip the other demon's waist and begin pounding into her with enough strength to smash cinderblocks.\n\nHer purple eyes almost immediately roll up in her head, her tongue lolling out as you drive into her so powerfully, asserting your dominance without hesitation or subtlety. Her big whorish tits wobble and shake under her, her fat pecker shimmying back and forth like mad. You bare your teeth in a wolfish smile as you feel the heat rise inside you and pulse through her, the beginning of your bond, and of the paltry human souls lingering within being cleansed. "Yes, this is how you want it, isn't it, you slut?" you growl through your smile, black eyes bright. Your hips are already pounding her generous round ass hard enough to send plenty of ripples and shimmies through it, but you still give it a good firm slap anyway, and then deliver another to the side of one of her fuckpillows, making her squeal both times. "You want to be my cockwarmer, don't you, bitch?"\n\n"Yes master! Yes!" the purple-skinned demon yowls joyfully, her tail wrapping almost possessively around your waist. You forgive her the gesture. In fact, you decide to reward her, reaching down and grabbing her legs just behind the knee, then hauling her up and into the air. She shouts happily as she's flung back to rest against your tits and sinks even deeper on your cock. You hold her legs apart so that her dick and balls have plenty of room to shake, then begin working her up and down atop you, raising her up only to practically drop her back onto the long shaft of your equine prick.\n\nYes, this is how a rape demon should be, you think to yourself. Strong, powerful, full of a desire to rule and master all lesser beings with cunning mind and throbbing dick. You smile as those thoughts and your rising passion burn away the last of your human vessel's soul, leaving only the dark energy coursing through you. You can sense that your minion is on the verge of being rid of hers, but needs a final push. grabbing her thighs tighter, you switch from lifting her up and then letting her drop down on your dick to violently slamming her down onto it, your steel-shafted cock pounding her infernal hole to the breaking point. The seduction demon gives out a banshee shriek as she begins cumming hard, her ass squeezing all along your horseprick, but more importantly, her own fat purple shaft begins firing off long, thick ropes of cum into the darkness. Your enhanced demon senses can see the faint blue glow to the white goo that indicates that what remains of Leslie's soul inhabits it. It glops to the floor in a spreading puddle, the light flickering for a moment, then going out. The sight sends you over the edge, and with your own roar of satisfaction you unload into your fuckpet's ass. Her tongue lolls out again as her belly swells with the sheer volume of demonic jizz you're pumping into her, eventually making her appear twelve or thirteen months pregnant, her swollen purple stomach wobbling like a tautly-filled waterballoon below her tits. It gives you all sorts of ideas... but maybe later. You <i>will</i> need to spawn some pureblood demons eventually, but that can wait until you're more established.\n\nYou lift your subortinate off your dick and unceremoniously drop her to the floor, letting her land on her swollen cumbelly so that a gush of thick white is sent spurting out of her gaping pussy. Taking a moment to smirk at the sight, you turn your thoughts to more immediate concerns. The most immediate... well, you do need something to think of yourself as. This body's former tenant called herself 'Cyanide' online... you think you rather like that, and it will help maintain your cover until you're ready to reveal yourself to the doomed mortals. You glance down at your slave as she flops onto her back and starts pinching and tugging her fat purple nipples with both hands, giggling happily as she absorbs your load so that her stomach gradually flattens back out. It doesn't need a name for now, you decide... 'slut', 'cunt', 'whore', and so on will suit until you have enough subordinate fuckholes that you really have difficulty telling them apart. Hopefully she's kept at least two braincells to rub together so that she can continue to imitate Leslie until the time comes.\n\nThe next most immediate concern, obviously, is what to do about the other two mortals in the house. Luckily your demonic senses say that both are relatively calm and moving about the house at a normal pace... it looks like even if they heard both you and your pet's howls of release, they took it for something else and nothing to worry about. Your lips curl into a wicked grin as you ponder all the possibilities, since you have all night before the old Offerer is due to arrive. (Convenient that one is here, he can help hold up any particular story you come up with, and will even gladly take the fall so that you can maintain your cover, if need be. Mortals who are dedicated to the forces of darkness are so precious... foolish, but precious.) The only question is, what do you do with all that time...?\n\n<hr>\n[[Be subtle. Or at least as subtle as rape demons get.|GGHHPlaceholder]]\n\n[[Be direct but also deceitful. Have your pet lure one away while you play with the other.|GGHHPlaceholder]]\n\n[[Eh, just go upstairs and give both of 'em a good pounding.|GGHHPlaceholder]]

"Uh, yeah, I guess," you answer without really thinking about it, since a decent portion of your brain just bluescreened.\n\n"Cool!" Andi chirps, immediately starting to undo the fly of your pants. You just sort of watch, stunned, as she undoes the buttons and zipper and tugs your pants down a bit around your thighs, revealing your half-hard cock stretching out the purple panties already, the bulge of your balls visible below. "Oooo!" she coos, obviously already impressed, and just as unhesitatingly pulling down the front of your panties to let your turgid length spring free.\n\n"Um... Andi..." you say a bit faintly.\n\nBut it's like she doesn't hear you, just staring adoringly at the slowly-hardening length. "It's sooooo big," she coos with guileless sincerity, wrapping one hand around it and starting to stroke, the soft skin bunching gently around her fingers and palm, but less and less so the harder it gets in her hand. "Like, this might be the biggest, nicest cock I've ever seen, on God!"\n\n"A-Andi," you try one last time, before your protest dissolves in a moan as she slides her mouth over the head of your cock, allowing it to push a bit further between her perfect, pink-glossed lips as it hardens further from her stroking.\n\n"Mm! Mmm! Mn!" Andi coos muffledly as she bobs her head just the tiniest of bits, as if she found your dick the most delicious thing she'd ever had in her mouth. She doesn't seem inclined to take it much deeper into her mouth at the moment, instead focusing on working her tongue around the head, one of her hands pumping along the length of the shaft with smooth, expert strokes using slight twists of her wrists in various directions, the other resting on your partly-bare thigh for the moment.\n\n"Jesus fucking christ," you breathe, partly in shock, partly in protest, mostly in genuine gratitude because to be perfectly honest Andi is way better than any of the she-wolves were, even with their big powerful tongues. What hers lacks in broadness and strength it definitely makes up for in agility and skill, and a seemingly natural talent for finding out all the best places on your particular prick to give her attention to.\n\nYou only notice she's tugging your panties and pants the rest of the way down because she pauses in stroking your cock to use both hands, though she doesn't let up on suckling and tonguing the tip. Somewhat on autopilot you step out of them, then peel off your shirt, now standing naked in her room as she resumes stroking you, but this time shifts her other hand to fondle your balls.\n\n"Mmmm... these are, like, really big too," she notes after slipping her mouth off of you long enough to do so, gazing up at you casually with those gorgeous azure eyes as she continues the professional-level handjob. "And you said you, like, just kept fucking and fucking all night?"\n\n"Yeah," you agree breathlessly, nodding a little.\n\n"Hm." She frowns thoughtfully at your dick, then shrugs. "Hope I've got enough big condoms'n'junk," she murmurs, making your eyes widen a little. "'Cause, like, this is definitely getting brighter," she adds with a giggle, leaning in and dragging her tongue across your moon tattoo, the touch sending a wild shiver running out from it all through your body.\n\nThen she slides your cockhead back into her mouth, resuming her activities as if she'd done it for you a thousand times and would never hesitate to do it a thousand more, like it was a hug or shaking hands. Your eyes roll up in your head a little as you start to remember what last night was like, the realization that you might be about to repeat it one-on-one with the most fucktoyish girl you know starting to really sink in. You wrestle with mingling memories of all those hot, eager, furry forms all over you, beneath you, surrounding you, and the imaginings of Andi's much smoother but just as lewdly sexual body entwined with yours, offering herself up for your pleasure, fighting them back for long moments, before you give out a warning moan barely before you cum.\n\n"Mmf!" Andi coos in a mingling of surprise and delight as your first gush fills her mouth, which she instantly and unhesitatingly swallows, getting every drop. The next few spurts are apparently just as big, a bit of them escaping and dribbling down her chin. Her eyes close briefly, a dreamy expression on her face as she swallows again and again, her slender throat visibly working as she gulps down your cum, before looking up at you in what you can only interpret as gratitude as she keeps swallowing. But eventually your cock settles, its twitching and jumping ceasing, and she pulls back, delicately lifting her hands to do an obviously practiced motion of scooping up the cum on her chin without getting any on her perfectly-painted pink nails and sucking her fingertips clean.\n\n"That was definitely way more than a guy's, yanno," she says in a cheerful, almost slightly smug tone.\n\n"Ah... not even as big as some of them were last night... I think," you manage in a breathless tone. Having a random thought, you ask, "How's the taste compare to a guy's?"\n\n"Kiiiinda the same? But also maybe like... both a bit sweeter and a little spicier? Maybe kinda like apple cinnamon, but also nothing like that," she declares breezily. Then she hmmmms, eyeing your tattoo, then glancing at the window. "Guess you'll get more, like, potent'n'junk as the moon gets higher. But yeah you're still like <i>completely</i> hard'n'stuff," she notes with a satisfied tone as she gives your cock another few strokes, then playfully presses two fingertips down on the head before letting it spring back up and wobble around. "You could totally keep it up all night if you wanted, for real for real?"\n\n"Yup," you answer, the last few of your reservations starting to pack up their stuff before the end-of-class bell rings.\n\n"Cooools, so we totes have time to play around awhile before you fuck my brains out," she chirps as she gets to her feet, snagging you and spinning around to change places, instead urging you to sit down on the bed. "Because on god your dick is the best I've ever touched for real for real."\n\nYou drop to sit on the edge of the bed where she'd been sitting earlier, your own more modest in comparison breasts and your dick bouncing, watching her intently as she pushes down and shimmies out of the tiny little shorts, revealing a completely smooth-shaven pussy with a little pink heart tattooed on one side of her crotch, before she pulls off the shirt and lets her absolutely flawless breasts drop free. "Ah... what about your parents?" you ask, with the last of your inhibition.\n\n"Oh they'll just assume from all the fucking noises that I brought a guy or two or some of the neighborhood boys home, it's totes fine," she chirps as she gets on her knees in front of you again.\n\n'God I fuckin' love having such a diverse friendgroup,' you think happily as you lean your head back and close your eyes, feeling her starting to kiss and suck gently all around the base of your prick.\n\nAndi definitely seems to be in zero hurry, continuing to kiss-suck all over your cock, still making soft, happy noises every time she does as if she could never want anything more in life than to be pleasuring your prick with her mouth. Some bit of worry tries to worm its way back in since <i>your</i> parents probably wouldn't be so sanguine about you being out all night screwing, with or without notice, before you remember that your dad's still out camping and your mom still thinks you are because you took the car again. Okay, life is just treating you good right now, okay.\n\nEventually Andi slides her mouth over the head of your cock again, once more stroking your shaft with her hand as she licks and suckles, but this time only for a few moments before she bobs her head further downward, sliding you further in. It's only the work of a few quick, smooth motions of her neck until she's deep-throated you despite your size, without the slightest hint of a gag reflex as her pretty, slender throat bulges up with your girth. Once more your eyes roll up in your head some, before you force them to look back down, enjoying the show of her working her head up and down, perfect pink lips slipping along your length as she works in long strokes of varying lengths, sometimes letting barely an inch of you slide back out of her mouth, other times moving almost tip-to-root. She alternates between that look of bliss with her eyes closed, as if she wanted nothing more than to concentrate her everything on the taste of you and feel of you in her mouth, and at other times opening her eyes to turn them upward towards you as if in worshipful gratitude for being allowed the privilege of sucking you off.\n\nOh you are in so much trouble.\n\nShe definitely seems both to be taking her time enjoying herself with your cock... and somehow you can't convince yourself she isn't enjoying sucking you off, the happy noises she's making and that grateful look in her eyes just seem way too sincere... and is clearly experienced enough to know how to drag it out and keep a guy... or a girl, in your case... from cumming before she's ready for it, at least on the second attempt. After a time she lifts her head up, leaving you briefly both a little forlorn and confused at the absence of that warm, wet tightness around you as she glances around as if looking for something. Then she gives a soft, happy 'Ah!' and reaches over, snagging a pink leopard-print scrunchy and quickly, efficiently pulling her hair back into a ponytail.\n\n'Oh God have mercy,' you think with a soft whimper.\n\n"Nah," she answers with a giggle, which confuses you for a moment until you realize you said it out loud. You blush a bit, but then get rather thoroughly distracted as she takes you back into her throat all the way in a single smooth motion. But this time she only bobs her head a few times before pulling off again, and instead almost delicately lifting up your balls to peek cutely beneath. "Oh yeah, it totes is still there!" she chirps.\n\n"Uh... y-yeah, it is, I mean ohhhhhhfuck," you groan as she leans in and applies her mouth to your pussy, her tongue starting to work it over with just as much experience and skill as she showed on your cock. You sag backwards onto your hands, your diamond-hard nipples lifting towards the ceiling as you arch your back a bit, moaning loudly and shivering as she resumes stroking you off with one hand while eating you out, your balls resting on her cheek. Your hips writhe gently at the double stimulation... and even moreso when her other hand comes down and her fingertips start teasing at your asshole. She shows no hints of trying to push them inside, instead just gently rubbing and stimulating the sensitive puckered ring, all while her tongue is lapping adoringly over your female folds and her hand is stroking along your male member.\n\nShe brings you close several times, always moderating her motions when your cock starts twitching or jumping particularly hard in her hand, backing off on tonguing your clit to just kiss and suck your folds, sliding her fingertips away from your ass, slowing her strokes and adding a few gentle squeezes that bring you back from the edge. But finally, as if deciding that she's had enough, she gives you a smile that's equal parts sweet and wicked as she rises up and wraps her tits around your quivering prick, working them up and down in quick, shameless motions.\n\n"Fuck!" you yowl, not caring who hears it (since apparently no one else cares either), thrusting your hips up, your cock twitching hard between her tits, the swell at the underside actually visible before your first gush of cum geysers out. It's big, much bigger than the last one, either from the moon being further up or all the edging, you have no idea. Not that you can exactly think about it since your mind's gone all white, a thick static buzzing of pleasure engulfing you as you fire long, thick ropes of jizz that splatter across Andi's tits and pool in her cleavage around your dick, decorate her pretty smiling face, and splatter all over your own belly, boobs, and face as you cum, and cum, and cum.\n\nOnce you've stopped you flop back onto the bed, breathing hard, not quite come all the way back to sentient thought. Instead you watch in a sort of daze as Andi stands up, ignoring the absolute mess you've made of her tits to once again delicately use her fingertips to collect your cum off of her face, neither losing a drop nor smearing her makeup as she relocates your cum from her cheeks and lips to her tongue.\n\nThen she leans down, starting to drag her tongue through the long smears of it across your already magic-decorated belly, making you shiver. But this time instead of swallowing, once she's collected a mouthful she moves up to press her lips to yours, tongue twining around your own through the thick mess, gradually distributing it between the two of you as you kiss, her jizz-smeared tits pressing down on, almost engulfing your smaller ones. Again and again she moves back and forth, collecting what she can of your ever-more-smeared-in cum, and smearing more of it on you in the process, managing to both extend the process and shorten it somehow, but still winding up sharing quite a bit of it with you. When she seems to consider the job done, she looks at you eye-to-eye and giggles. "See what I mean about the taste?"\n\n"Yeah," you say breathlessly. "... apple cinnamon but also nothing like that at all?"\n\n"Inorite?" She pops up with as much cheerful, unselfconscious energy as ever and flounces over to a pink cabinet that's been installed above one of the bedside tables, opening it up to reveal a wide assortment of glossy boxes. "Nooooow, where did I put the magnums...?"\n\n"... Gonna guess in the boxes marked 'Magnum'?" you venture teasingly, your still-hard cock giving a twitch in expectation.\n\n"Nah, nah, like, those have Mediums in 'em at best," Andi assures you, wagging a hand dismissively. "Like, you know how some guys are."\n\n<hr>\n[["That box there...?"|GGWWB]]\n\n[["... Can't we do it without?"|GGWWB]]\n\n[["Whatever you want."|GGWWB1x3]]

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

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

"Very well," you announce after a moment's thought, sliding off the demon horse's back and stepping away slightly. A slight push of your will through your horse sees his veiny black cock sliding smoothly free of his sheath and near-instantly achieving full erection, bobbing and twitching beneath his belly. "Go on then, have a drink."\n\n"Thank you, oh thank you," the succubus whimpers gratefully at being allowed to suck your horse's cock, crawling forward and hefting herself up onto her knees, settling back onto her heels and weakly raising her hands to start stroking the shaft as she pushes her lips over the flared head. She seems eager and sincere enough, so after a moment you have your steed start coming, sending a slow but steady flow of thick, steaming-hot cum down the hungry demoness' throat.\n\nOf course, that's when things get interesting. You watch with fascination as the demoness's skin begins to darken, turning a much deeper purple and continuing to do so even as other changes overcome her. Her crotch bulges forward, starting to push out a long, thick cylinder, and below it a pair of hefty, dark balls start to grow, dangling down between her spread thighs. Her humanlike feet twist and reshape, the sharp black nails on the tips of her toes altering as her toes fuse together, deepening to a dark metallic luster. As she bobs her head over your steed's cock, moaning eagerly, her pointed ears grow a bit longer and more backswept, and tufts of fur grow around her wrists as her hands pump along the shaft, a smaller duplicate of which now juts from between her legs. Her muscles grow more powerful and defined, bulging thickly before slipping back into sleeker feminine curves that nevertheless leave little doubt as to their power. As her skin turns entirely black, her hair and spade-tipped tail burst into flames, her hair becoming a crackling mane, the tail shifting to drift a shorter distance than before. 'Cracks' of glowing ember red spread up from above her hooves and the tufts of fur around her wrists, and down her scalp from her hair.\n\n"Hm," you murmur to yourself as she finally pulls her mouth away to pant, a last spurt of steaming demon horse seed spattering across her ink-black tits. "It must be because we're both powerful and new. Our energies are imposing themselves on other patterns... especially weak ones."\n\n"Huh?" the demoness asks, looking up at you with fiery orange eyes. The concept you just voiced should be natural for a demon of her level... or what she looked like she was at before... to comprehend. It looks like a fair bit of her brain didn't survive the change to being part hell horse.\n\n"Nothing, my little brute," you answer, walking over to stroke a hand over her flaming hair, grinning as she nuzzles up under your touch happily. You reach into her mind through the energy you control that's now inside of her, peeling off most of the rest of her own free will. Yes, Brute... that will do. "Why were you out here in the first place?"\n\n"Uhhhhh." Brute clambers up to her hooves, looking back and forth, then shrugging. "Can't remember."\n\n"Ah well. No great loss, most likely." Shrugging, you swing back astride your steed and point ahead. "Let's be off, then, there's more wastes to explore."\n\n"Yes, Mistress!" Brute grunts, setting off at a trot that fairly easily keeps up with the full horse's.\n\n"Do you remember anything at all about what's out here?" you ask presently, glancing aside at your new slave.\n\n"Not much, Mistress," Brute answers, frowning, her brow wrinkling as she pushes her part-bestial brain to provide answers. "I do know that there is a Draegon somewhere out here, though. I saw some signs of its passing before, that is something you never forget."\n\n"A Draegon?" That makes you raise your eyebrows. Powerful demon dragons, Draegons are more like minor gods than anything else. If one could somehow manage to slay one, not only the vast treasures likely to be recovered from its corpse but the prestige could be enough to make anyone, no matter how new and relatively feeble, lord of a vast stretch of the plane overnight.\n\n<hr>\n[[Let's go! Let's fight it right now!|GGHell]]\n\n[[Don't be stupid.|GGHell1x4]]

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

"I think Liyal is right, let's challenge the Master of Coin," you answer, nodding. You all straighten up and you turn to face the king again. "We want to challenge your Master of Coin for his place!"\n\n"Very well then. Arkoth, step forward and face your challenge," the king calls, glancing aside.\n\nYou're not terribly surprised when it turns out to be the human who walks forward. 'The king seems remarkably calm for sending this dude out to die,' you can't help but think sympathetically. He's got thick black hair and skin that's so pale it looks like it hasn't seen the sun in at least a decade, with rather deep-set reddish eyes with dark circles around them. He's otherwise not too bad-looking, albeit with sharp features such as his cheeks and jaw and chin, but he doesn't look exactly intimidating under the folds of the black robes he's wearing... in a straight-up fistfight you'd bet on Meridia, even without any magic. You're fairly shocked when he reaches the center of the room and actually shrugs out of the robes, letting them piled to the floor, revealing that he's wearing nothing but a black loincloth beneath it. Your suspicion was kind of right... he's quite skinny, and just as pale all over, though it looks like he does have some lean muscles going for him as well.\n\n"And who will challenge me?" he asks in a shockingly calm, even voice, a sort of whisky rasp that carries some heat beneath the steadiness of it.\n\n<hr>\n[[Liyal.|GGWar]]\n\n[[Meridia.|GGWar]]\n\n[[You.|GGWar]]\n\n[[Kama.|GGWar]]

Deciding to take a look at what's new in the World, you start up the client and wait for it to do a few minor patches that have been done since the large update. You're not terribly surprised when there's a popup after the login screen proclaiming the new additions.\n\n<h1 style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff;">Welcome to World of Alliance: The Path of Ecstasy! </span></h1>\n<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff;">We are very excited to bring this new expansion, with new class dynamics, challenges, and abilities to the World of Alliance. </span></p>\n<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff;">However, World of Alliance is now an 18+ game. Please verify your age in the box below to continue.</span></p>\n<p style="text-align: center;">&nbsp;</p>\n<hr>\n[[Yeaaaaah, sure. ... 43.|GGWOW1x1]]\n\n[[Be honest.|GGWOWstartend]]

"Thanks," you say as you accept the cookies, lifting one and taking a bite of it. Glancing back to make sure no one else is in the store, you turn back to her and say, "So, Mandy, tell me about yourself."\n\n"... I'm Tandy's assistant," she says flatly.\n\nOkaaaay, that was probably the obvious response you should've expected. (Also eating the cookie is kind of making you want to giggle and giving you a partial stiffy, but it's easy enough to dismiss the urge.) Let's try another angle. "So what were you before you were Tandy's assistant?"\n\nMandy actually seems to ponder that for a moment, eyes lifting marginally towards the ceiling as she does whatever passes for consideration in her weird emotionless head, before she focuses on you again. "Well. I was a guy. That's sort of the joke, get it?" She lifts her hands and gestures, as if there were parts of a word floating in midair. "Man. Dy."\n\nYou do almost choke a little on your bite of cookie, though you guess that shouldn't be too surprising. Swallowing a few times and then clearing your throat, you nod. "I guess I'm not too shocked. Did she change you into a girl with some sort of lewd candy?"\n\n"Not really," she replies evenly. After a few seconds of silence, she seems to take your expectant look as sufficient prompting and continues in her monotone. "You know how Tandy told you that wicked witch cum is magic, right? It's basically like an aphrodisiac and an energy infusion together. You can do lots of things by cumming in someone."\n\n"Yeah, pretty much," you reply with a nod. ... Man all this extra hair is heavy, as cool as it is you really might need a trim. "I mean it's how she changed me into one too. So she did something similar to you?"\n\n"Uh-huh. She wanted to see what would happen if she didn't cum for an entire month and then came in someone." While your own eyes widen a bit at the idea, Mandy just continues placidly. "So on day thirty, she grabbed the first person that came along, who happened to be me, ripped my clothes off, shoved her cock in my ass. She was pretty pent-up so she came with the first thrust, and from the giant load I instantly had such an intense orgasm that it destroyed my manhood, personality, and soul. Oh, and made me her loyal, eternal slave. That too," she adds as if it were the least important thing in the world.\n\n"... Damn, sis, you came so hard it destroyed your soul?" you murmur, staring at her in awe.\n\n"And turned me into a girl. And wiped out my personality. And enslaved me," she reaffirms evenly, as if you'd forgotten.\n\n"Huh." You muse on that while finishing off your cookie, then snort a little. "I guess that's why you don't really react when you get fucked, huh? Everything else after that must seem pretty dull and pointless."\n\n"Actually I'm cumming all the time," Mandy corrects you in monotone.\n\n"... All the time?"\n\n"Yeah."\n\n"Like, right now?"\n\n"Yeah, I'm cumming right now. It's like an aftershock orgasm but it never ends." She shrugs, her expressionless eyes with their slight bags not changing in the slightest as she adds, "And since Tandy's wicked witch energy is embedded in me where my soul used to be, I cum even harder when I'm doing lewd stuff. Just that since I don't have a personality, it doesn't really show. Getting raped, riding a cock, helping turn people into living candy factories or lewd confection monsters, it all makes me orgasm harder than any normal person has ever felt, but since no personality to react with..." She brings her hands up and makes an overly cutesy gesture with her hands just to point at her flat line of a mouth. "This is what you see."\n\nWow. So Tandy, just as an experiment with no actual attempt to do so, wound up creating a hot, loyal slave that doesn't backtalk. ... So, wait, if that's what happens to someone if a wicked witch saves up a month's worth of cum and then cum in them, doesn't that imply that for the mere price of not cumming for a month... ... for the hefty but affordable price of not cumming for a month, you too could have a hot, loyal slave that doesn't backtalk?\n\n<hr>\n[[You've gotta try this out!|GGCandy]]\n\n[[... Naaaah.|GGCandy]]

Grinning, you select Poison Alter. The character model is pretty close to the latest ones for Poison, but you've, well, altered it. For one thing her hair is a pale, almost white pink, her eyes are yellow, her skin is a dark brown, and you've made her breasts rather bigger, leaving her little black top stretched over them and showing almost half the undersides. Unlike 'regular' Poison, this one is also obviously packing, a massive bulge in the front of her little black cutoffs, the button undone so that it looks like that huge dick is going to come spilling out at any moment.\n\nUnlike most of the others, Poison Alter doesn't have a lot in the way of body mod powers. Virtually everything she does is based around one thing, pure and simple: violation and corruption. 'Moral degeneration' might be an even better term. She hits fast, hard, and rapes the fuck out of her opponents. The others may have wild and perverse abilities involving everything from cock vore to latex doll transformation, but Poison Alter is there for just all-out cock-slamming, ball-slapping fucking.\n\nAnd so! Who are you going to grab and ram that huge brown prick into first, hm? Well, before you decide "who", you need to pick "what from".\n\n[[King of Fighters|GG-FF-PA-KoF]]\n\n[[Street Fighter|GG-FF-PA-SF]]\n\n[[Final Fantasy VII|GG-FF-PA-FF7]]\n\n[[Sailor Moon|GG-FF-PA-SM]]

You stand there for quite awhile, watching several other witches and wizards come in and out of the train and the car. Eventually Professor Senna emerges with the numb-looking Samsa in tow.\n\n"There's nothing to do but begin research tonight." Senna draws a pocketwatch from inside her robes and glances at it, then sighs. "I'm afraid the other students will be dispersing to their dorms by now... Mary, Layla, I'm deeply sorry, but it looks like you've missed your sorting."\n\nIf anything the three siblings look even more miserable at that, though you're just confused. Sorting? Professor Senna returns the pocketwatch, and instead draws out a chunk of white quartz about the size of a thick marker. "Here, dear, I know it's no ceremony, but let's get you sorted so you can go to bed and get some rest."\n\nMary sniffles and nods, reaching out to take the crystal. In her hands the flaws turn golden, while the clear parts become a misty blue-white.\n\n"There we go, Winterlion, a family tradition continues," Senna says with gentle good cheer, resting a hand atop Mary's head. Accepting the crystal back, she turns and hands it to you. You somehow expect it to move or warm in your hands when it changes color, but it just feels like cool, still crystal as the flaws turn a bright sunny yellow and the clear parts turn orange. "Bruinhaus. Not a terribly big surprise," Professor Senna says in a dry tone as she takes the crystal back.\n\n"I... I was hoping we might get sorted together," Mary whispers, looking up at you in disappointment.\n\n"Guess not," you answer, finding to your surprise that you feel a little disappointed too.\n\n"Jeffrey, if you'll escort the young Carpenters to the lower dorm, I'll take Layla to the lodge. Thank you." Professor Senna leads you down the train steps and along the front walkway, waiting for a few moments to let you stare up at the massive castle with its numerous spires in a mishmash of different periods and styles. Then she beckons you along as she diverges down a different path. "I imagine you'll like Bruinhaus, Layla. It's the only dorm that's separate from the castle, and there's quite a laid-back attitude towards scholastic endeavors. I'd advise you to try and reflect the spirit of your dormmates... they'll be quite kind to you, if you let them."\n\nNormally you might snort at that, but considering you just watched someone get turned into a stone carving, you're perhaps willing to open your mind a little on the idea that your prior worldview might need adjusting. Making a mental note to not leap right to trying to manipulate your dormmates... at least, not yet... you finally venture, "Uh, Professor Senna?"\n\n"Yes, Layla?"\n\n"What happened to Harriet?"\n\n"Before she was fully petrified, I pulled her mind and spirit out of her body and put it into a gem. Hopefully I got it all and didn't miss anything."\n\nYour eyes widen at that. Okay, maybe if the teachers can do that sort of thing here, you ought to listen to them. Weighing her earlier advice more heavily, you nevertheless clear your throat. "Well, I mean, that too, but... why did that... spider-thing..."\n\n"Crawling Curse."\n\n"Right. ... Wait, why didn't it make her crawl around, then?"\n\n"First of all, because it is a curse that crawls about on its own, not a curse that forces you to crawl about. Second, because Crawling Curses are designed to absorb hexes they're hit with, and deliver them to the nearest target in place of their original hex. Samsa Carpenter's petrification hex may not be the best thing that Harriet got hit with instead, but it's far from the worst."\n\n"Oh. But why was it sent after her in the first place?"\n\n"..." Professor Senna turns to face you, and you realize after a moment you're actually off to one side of the castle now, amidst an area with a lot of grass and a couple of trees. She sits down on the edge of a very large tree stump... you think it might even be fossilized... and looks at you. "Five years ago, a wizard named Histral tried to take over Harriet Weaver's body because he believed she would become the turning point in the inevitable war our society will experience. He earned a very thorough death at her hands for the attempt."\n\n"Harriet killed a guy when she was... ten?!"\n\n"Yes, out of self-defense. He was trying to eat her soul, I can hardly imagine a more mitigating circumstance."\n\n"So, what... people are mad at her over that, or something?"\n\n"Histral's disciples... his fanatical followers... apparently want Harriet dead for what she did to their leader. At least, that is the assumption." Professor Senna puts her hands together, tapping her fingertips together. "Layla, listen to me, this is important. You may eventually be approached by someone... an adult off-campus, or by letter... or even a teacher or fellow student. Your life prior to arrival at this school fits their profile for recruitment."\n\n"Recruitment?"\n\n"Yes. For their side in the upcoming war. You are not versed in our society, but let me assure you... if you care about <i>anyone</i> in the world outside this school, be it old schoolmates, friends, or your parents, they would not do well if the side that wants Harriet dead wins."\n\nYou feel a chill run up your spine, and you don't think it's the winter air. Professor Senna stands up and beckons you on again.\n\n"If nothing else, think of yourself. The mages that hold Histral's viewpoint don't treat their allies much better than they treat their enemies. If anyone like that approaches you, I trust you to manage to extricate yourself with the guile I know you possess, and hope you'll come right to me and tell me what happened."\n\n<hr>\n\n[[Continue.|Aspareth3ax3]]

Soon you arrive at what looks like some sort of... hunting lodge. You wrinkle your nose, but have to admit that it's separate enough from the castle that it gives a feeling of independence while being close enough you won't have to get up too early to be able to walk to class. At least, you hope.\n\nInside, it's actually not too bad... definitely way too "rustic" and "homey" for your taste, but it's warm and at least all the furniture looks comfortable if a little low-rent. Professor Senna gestures to some people sitting in easy chairs around the fire. "The one with the attempt at a beard is the male dorm head, looks like the female dorm head couldn't wait to go to bed. You'll see that a fair bit around here, I think. But I'll take my leave. Good night, Layla."\n\nShe sweeps on out, and after staring after her for a moment, you walk over towards the big fireplace. The guy she pointed out stands up... geez, he looks like he could even be over eighteen, with a thick head of red hair and what is, indeed, a scruffy attempt at a teenage beard.\n\n"Hey, you must be Layla. Sorry you missed your sorting, but eh, stuff happens, right?"\n\nWondering how much of the stuff that happened he actually heard about, you give a little nod. "Yeah, guess so."\n\n"Well, I'm John Smoit, I'm supposed to be in charge of the boys around here, but eh, everyone mostly manages their own stuff. Diana Archer's in charge of th' girls, you can meet her later, but pretty much the same thing there. You can come talk to us if someone's giving you grief, that's the biggest thing, basically we don't like anyone pushing dormmates around and we'll be all over that."\n\nAh. Senna's warning makes even more sense now (though you're still a little disturbed with how quickly she sized you up, almost like she recognized you). Internally you take that into consideration, but externally you just nod as if in understanding.\n\n"You've got your own room at the moment, there's tons in the house. Upstairs, hall on the left of the front entrance, all the way back and it's the green door, can't miss it. Let's see, was there anything else...?"\n\n"Toast," one of the teens still sitting near the fire calls.\n\n"Oh, right, right! We're supposed to do a toast whenever we get new members, but we already did it once tonight. I guess." He turns and calls back over. "Did we do the toast?!"\n\n"Diana did, that's why she said she wasn't waiting up!"\n\n"Okay!" John turns back to you, then pauses, and gestures to the air with his fingers. "... Okay, don't do what I just did, we're not supposed to be shouting after full dark. Right, anyway." He lifts the bottle he's holding and clears his throat. "'Be happy. Be calm. Do your best.'" He takes a swig from the bottle, then adds, with a wink, "Or not. I'm a dorm head, not a cop."\n\n<hr>\n\n[[Very inspiring. Going to bed now.|Aspareth3ax4]]

Holy crap it is a GIANT SPIDER! Letting out a shriek that would do any horror movie star justice, you try to scramble back further against your seat. Everyone else, of course, jumps in shock. Wands get yanked out and up, but Samsa's the one who reacts most immediately, firing off a dull white bolt at the glowing spider.\n\nThe spell strikes and courses through the spider's body like blood visibly moving through veins, even as it drops to Harriet's lap and apparently sinks its fangs into her thigh. She howls and flings it away, making it spatter against the window. The redhead staggers forward out of her seat, then collapses to her knees as grey color begins spreading out from the bite marks.\n\nYou stare in disbelief, now too shocked to scream (unlike Mary) as you watch the color spread, carrying with it a rough texture not unlike... cement? Stone! The effect is happening on her other thigh, too, spreading out as if just to copy the other leg, sliding up and down her thighs and calves, locking her knees into position. Being on all fours, her robes flopped to the side, means that you can even see the stone as it slides up her thighs and under her skirt to petrify her rear, turning it literally sculpted beneath the white of her panties.\n\n"No!" Harriet cries, trying to twist to look at herself, but apparently finding it difficult as her middle solidifies. She twists and jerks her shoulders as if she could free herself from her own stone lower half, her breasts jiggling beneath her shirt, then ceasing as they too become sculpted stone. She whimpers as the stone starts to slide up her neck. "Oh god, oh god..."\n\nSuddenly the door slams open, and with a flare of long black robes and long white hair, a woman about your mother's age sweeps in and stabs her wand towards Harriet's forehead. The redhead's eyes go blank and glassy, just before the stone spell covers her face, leaving her eyes literally flat and empty as the petrification is completed, a statue dressed in actual clothes.\n\n"P-Professor Senna," Gabriel stammers, obviously as completely stunned as the rest of you have been. You realize that everything only took a few seconds to happen, it seemed like much, much longer.\n\nThe white-haired woman straightens up, sighing as she lifts a faintly-glowing green gem. "It looks like I got her in time." She looks up, scowling. "Where's the Crawling Curse?"\n\n"There," Gabriel says weakly, pointing at the splattered mess on the window.\n\n"I see. And Samsa, you flung the petrification hex at it?"\n\n"Yes. Oh, God, how stupid, I hexed a Crawling Curse, what have I done?" Samsa sobs, putting her hands to her face. "I've killed Harriet!" \n\nMary seems on the verge of actually wailing, and without her sister to comfort her, you... well, it's not like it comes naturally to you, but you find you hate seeing her so miserable, so you put an arm around her and start rubbing her shoulder.\n\n"You've not killed Harriet, because she is not dead, merely... heavily inconvenienced." Professor Senna sighs, beckoning to Samsa. "You made a mistake that mages with decades or even centuries more experience than you make constantly, dear, that's why they still <i>use</i> Crawling Curses. Come here, I'll need you and your wand."\n\nSamsa stands and moves over to stand beside the teacher, shaking all over as she tries to restrain her sobs. Gabriel looks on the verge of breaking down as well, running his fingers through his hair repeatedly and staring down at the unmoving statue his friend has become.\n\n"Who screamed?" Professor Senna asks after a moment.\n\nYou repress a wince. Normally you'd deny, deny, deny, but it's not like you think the other three will cover for you. Besides, it's not your fault for <i>screaming</i>, is it? Anyone would! "I... I did," you say quietly.\n\n"Layla? You're here?" \n\nYou stare back at Senna as she stares at you, wondering why she seems so familiar with you. But after a moment, she shakes her head.\n\n"Not the worst thing you could have done, by far, at least. You don't know any better yet... and as I said, older mages have made worse mistakes." She makes a 'come on' gesture. "The three of you, get your things and go over there to stand with that train guard."\n\nYou do as you're told, though it's definitely pretty creepy to edge around the solid stone statue of someone you were talking and chatting with just a few hours ago. Gabriel finally starts crying as he has to do just that, and you reach out to pat him on the back, feeling lame for doing so... on multiple levels. The uniformed guard gets the three of you into a corner and stands in front of you as the rest of the students disembark, waving them on whenever they try to stare or ask what's going on.\n\n<hr>\n\n[[Continue.|Aspareth3ax2]]

Hm. You kind of like the sound of this 'stealth elite' business. All the benefits of joining the military (job security, getting to order people around, getting to crush those who disobey you), but if 'stealth' is code for like 'covert operations' or something it might also have all the benefits of, like, being in the CIA or something (disregarding the law at will, spying on people, personal profit using public resources). You flip through the pamphlet from the little holder beside the poster and it's just vague enough about what the Stealth Elite does that you're sure you're pretty much on the money. Smiling brightly and innocently to reflect the cruel grin in your soul, you chirp, "You know what, I think I like the idea of the Stealth Elite!"\n\n"Oh? You seemed like the sort that liked a lot of attention, to be honest," Kagura muses, scratching her cheek with one fingertip. While you're internally fuming over the accuracy of that assessment, she grins and shrugs. "But hey, if that's what you wanna do. You'll probably have a lot of remedial catchup to do, but hey, I like a challenge." She beckons. "C'mon, this way then."\n\nYou follow her through a nearby doorway, blinking at the room beyond... it's some sort of traditional Japanese tea room? With folding divider curtains and stuff like that. What does this have to do with stealth? You frown a little as Kagura takes you by the arm and leads you around behind one of the dividers, then yelp as the floor suddenly drops out from under you both. You land and go tumbling and sprawling, winding up on your knees and face on a similar-seeming bamboo floor with your butt sticking up in the air, trying to gather your wits and plot your letter to Daddy telling him who he needs to sue and how hard.\n\n"Oooo, a new girl! Don't mind if I do! Squishy squishy!"\n\nYour eyes shoot open wide as you feel hands grab your ass and knead it shamelessly (and also highly competently). Yelping, you roll forward and to your feet almost instinctively, coming up with your hands up and looking around wildly. Your apparent assailant is a Japanese girl with bright red(?!) hair, apparently wearing just a white and blue hoodie vest that's only zipped up about halfway, and what looks like some sort of blue and white loincloth, as well as silver bracers and silver-colored sneakers. She's grinning at you, lilac eyes twinkling as she flexes her fingers a few times. "Squishy?"\n\n"Wh-why you-!" You huff, starting to build to a tirade about... well, being sued and how hard.\n\n"Please forgive Katsuko-san."\n\nYou actually do a little jump back, simultaneously whirling to face the voice that spoke directly beside you despite not having seen her earlier. She has long, black hair with a faint sheen of blue to it, and eyes that are oddly the same color. Otherwise she's very pretty, and is wearing a slightly crisper, more formally cut version of the same uniform you are... except that she has a katana sheathed both at her right hip and over her back. "You see, she's an idiot," she adds in a solemn tone.\n\n"Hey!"\n\n"Aw, Misaki-chan, don't be so mean!"\n\n"WAHA!" You leap forward and roll past the long-haired girl, almost reflexively hiding behind her at yet another person speaking from directly behind you without having been seen or noticed. This one is a girl with brown hair pulled back in a ponytail save for two falls to the side of her face that have been dyed rainbow colors. She seems to be wearing just a vest version of the school jacket over a black tubetop, though the skirt is in place even though it's got some colorful pins clipped to it here and there. She also has straps around her thighs with multiple little throwing knives clipped to them, and thicker straps around her upper arms that each have three ninja stars in a vertical row on them. "What the hell?!"\n\n"Ah, sorry sorry!" she squeals, bowing to you repeatedly. "Just that I don't want Misaki-chan to be mean to Katsuko-chan even if Katsuko-chan is totally a pervert but Katsuko-chan is a nice pervert honest all she ever does is some squeezing well maybe some other stuff but she never goes too far and I know because she says she never goes too far and she's my friend so I believe her and-!"\n\n"Oy, are you bullying Akira-chan?"\n\n"GAH!" You try to go jumping back again, only for the lapel of your coat to be caught so you can be yanked back in face-to-face with a tall, broad-shouldered girl wearing a long red coat with the collar turned up beneath the fall of her thick, wild black hair, her eyes as red as her coat. It's left open to show off her own black tube top and what look like red tights, with a pouch-riddled belt that has a larger, longer pouch in front almost like a loincloth probably being all that's keeping her from being indecent despite being fully-covered. You grab at her wrist and tug, digging in your thumb as you do. "Let GO!"\n\n"OW!" The big girl drops you and jerks backward, grabbing her wrist and glaring at you as you scramble backward a few steps. Then she snarls and raises her fist, starting to approach. "Why you-!"\n\n"Karasu!" The snap of Kagura-sensei's voice jerks the big girl to a halt, and she scowls as she steps back. Kagura walks over, putting her hands together and making a few motions with her fingers before a puff of smoke surrounds her briefly, clearing away to show instead a digital camo... ninja outfit? A sleeveless top with netting across the cleavage and baggy pants. She's grinning though as she looks at you. "Well! Layla-san, meet your new classmates."\n\n"Huh?!" You glance around. ... Why do all their tits outclass yours by so much?! "I mean... like... most of them aren't even close to being in uniform, they've got weapons just strapped to them, and... and there's only four?!"\n\n"While there are a few hundred people in the general Stealth Elite program, there aren't that many students at this level," Kagura replies with a shrug. "Normally you'd never see anything close to this, but-"\n\n"She's not even trained!" Karasu snarls, glaring at you hard enough to make you want to hide behind someone again. "Look at how she's holding herself, how she's dressed, she doesn't have a single weapon anywhere on her and-!"\n\n"And yet she instinctively used a pressure point technique that worked on you of all people, Karasu-san," Misaki points out evenly as she steps up to your side, looking at you with what could be called polite interest. "She also reacted to the presence of each of us with an untrained, but instinctive fluidity and response. She lacks skill... but probably has more natural ability than any of us."\n\n"Exactly, I sensed it myself," Kagura-sensei agrees, nodding and grinning wider. "That's why, Layla-san, you've been invited to become a ninja!"\n\n<hr>\n[[WHAT?! That's crazy, no way!|MeanNinja1xEndA]]\n\n[[... Okay?|MeanNinja1x1]]

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

Deciding to do some grinding of some sort or another, you glance over the icons grouped in one corner of your desktop. There's been a fresh round of patches, expansions, and in general new content added as all the various online games with their varying payment models struggle to capture the attention of players in this time of year of maximum free time and looming boredom.\n\n[[World of Alliance|GGWOWStart]] - Of course you've also got the ubiquitous expansion "World of Horde" installed, and preordered the latest expansion "Rogue Faction" months ago. Summer ennui being what it is, you haven't even opened it since the update installed last week.\n\n[[Elder Tale|GGETStart]] - Another semi-generic swords-and-sorcery MMO, though this one at least has two things to set it apart: It's actually set after the apocalypse, and it's based on the real world, so you actually do a lot of your adventuring in an area roughly approximating Deviville. You haven't been on there in awhile, either, but if memory serves, they're actually doing an expansion release <i>today</i>.\n\n[[Spaceportal Online|GGSGStart]] - The MMO version of hit long-running TV show Spaceportal (with sequel series decreasing in quality from there). You've been working fairly hard on solving an in-game puzzle for awhile now, but gave it up as too frustrating for awhile. You could always take another crack at it now that you've had a rest...\n\n[[Defiant Summoner Beta|GGDSStart]] - A recently-opened beta for an MMO version of a small series of games called 'The Defiant'... specifically referring to the title character, who's always someone with magical powers but a particular specialty, standing up against fascist authority figures. 'Defiant Pyromancer', 'Defiant Enchanter', 'Defiant Alchemist', that one's your favorite, the added game mechanic of tricking out your cybernetic limbs was cool. Like a lot of other games, they've decided to launch an MMO version, and with a glance at the calendar, you see that it's actually the due date for the beta to go live. Might be good!

"I think I want... I want to find out what my own power is," you announce after a moment's thought. "You've said a lot about people being able to stand on their own, so... I want to see what I can do that comes from me."\n\n"Very admirable," Alexa says with a nod.\n\n"We can use the Chimeric Chamber setup for this, I'll just need to switch out the liquid delivery system." Dr. Life taps the controls to once again have the robotic arms lift you and carry you over, laying you in the padded interior of the chamber. You can see other arms moving about, exchanging cylinders of neon green fluid for that oily black stuff. "Now, partway into exposure, you'll probably pass out, that's natural as your lungs start to feel overwhelmed. There may also be some mild pain from where your skin is exposed," she continues. "But try to keep a positive outlook. Some of my research suggests that the activation of these genes can be heavily affected by the thought process going into the awakening."\n\nYou nod a little, trying your best to keep calm as the glass doors of the chamber swing up into position and seal together, and as thick black liquid begins to dribble in. Even as the acrid smell hits your nose and you start to cough, you try to do nothing more than the involuntary trembling now overcoming your body as you can feel the sludge brushing against your naked body. Stay positive, stay positive, think about the future, think about what you want the future to be like...\n\n<hr>\n[[Maybe you'll be slick.|FemPalV]]\n\n[[Maybe you'll be super sexy.|FemPalV8x1]]\n\n[[Maybe you'll be ultra smart.|FemPalV2x2]]\n\n[[Maybe you'll just be amazing in general.|FemPalV3x1]]\n\n[[Maybe you won't change.|FemPalV]]

Alexa and Marie both seem so cool, with their genius minds. Maybe you'll wind up having something like that, maybe it will awaken some super intelligence in you, maybe-\n\nYou jerk a little as you awake, not having realized you passed out. You peer around blearily, then look down at yourself. You're naked and... white. Very white. As in, pale. Your body looks like it's lost some of the muscle tone you previously had from keeping active... most of it, really. You lift a hand to look at it... it really does look kind of smaller and weaker than before. And despite having just waken up, you feel... tired. Like when you've been up just slightly too long and your eyes are getting a little heavy but you don't feel really exhausted, just... tired. You start to get to your feet, feeling elated when your legs, despite being a bit scrawnier than before, move exactly like you want them to... then blink as you feel an extra weight on your head and brushing against your bare back and rear. You pull some of it around... your hair?! It's now not only long, but a snowy white color. You look around... a lushly-appointed bedroom of some kind, complete with red-cushioned couch and big-screen TV.\n\nYou start a little as the door opens and Dr. Life walks in, a folded piece of cloth under one arm and a can in the other. "Good morning, Sam," she says cheerfully. "Here. I thought you might like this. We were waiting to be able to properly size you some garments, but one of Alexa's shirts should do you for just the moment," she adds, holding out the thing under her arm, which turns out to be a black long-sleeved shirt (of a designer label you'd never be able to afford). "And here, a nutrient drink. You probably need it after being out for awhile."\n\nYou pull on the shirt, which hangs baggily on you despite Alexa not being that big, and accept the drink in both hands. Feeling a bit disquieted, you move to sit on the couch, drawing your legs up to rest on it before popping the drink. It tastes sort of like a cross between Mountain Dew and a Flinstones vitamin.\n\n<img src="images/b6lhfPd.png">\n\n"So what happened to me?" you ask quietly, looking over at her.\n\n"If you mean your body, these are known side effects that can sometimes occur... loss or gain of muscle mass, loss of pigmentation resulting in albinism, other quirks. Sometimes the pigment comes back... sometimes not," she allows. "If you mean as far as any powers you may have gained, well, we're really not sure. There's a lot of activity going on in your brain... enough that I'm having a little trouble properly tracking what it's doing."\n\n"My brain?" You blink, then frown. "... Is that why I feel so tired?"\n\n"Likely... it's as if you'd been engaged in hard, difficult thought all day, but all the time, that much I can tell. At the same time, well, it's entirely possible that you simply won't sleep anymore," she adds, quirking a sleek dark brow. "Your brain doesn't seem to shut down, even when unconscious, so now that you're conscious again it may simply stay that way." <i>I'd like to lose some sleep with you too, you hot little bitch, grab a handful of that pretty white hair and fuck your throat like a pussy.</i>\n\nYou blink hard this time. "Er, what'd you say?"\n\n"I said, you might not sleep anymore."\n\nYou almost open your mouth to ask after that, then realize... her mouth didn't move.\n\n<hr>\n[[Explain what just happened.|FemPalV]]\n\n[[Keep it to yourself.|FemPalV]]

-Update 1-\n* <b>Main:</b> Eric's choices for asking Santa for [[a family|XmasFamStart]] have been revised and some opened up.\n* <b>Main:</b> Eric can now [[stay at magic school|RunFF10x3]] over the break.\n-Update 2-\n* <b>Main:</b> Jamie can now look at the [[high-tech gizmos|QOSchool1x6]] or vehicles on Nile.\n* <b>Main:</b> Holly can [[be snippy|HollyOct1x2]] to the cat and witch trick-or-treaters.\n* <b>Main:</b> Eric can agree to be a [[breeder|EricMF3x6]] for Big Momma's orc tribe.\n* <b>Main:</b> While fucking Darian during the blackmail threesome, Buddy can tell his mother to [[play with herself|BuddyPunk4x7]] or suck Darian's nipples.\n-Update 3-\n* <b>Main:</b> Jamie can now offer [[no comment|QOBro8x1]] to Sandy asking if he's a virgin, or answer Lil [[either way|QOBro7x1]]. In a nearby dimension, he can also find that Will left [[a pair of panties|QOBro2x5]] out as a gift.\n* <b>Main</b>: Cypher can now bet his [[sex|CyEE1x1]] at Equivalent Exchange. She can also continue playing after being turned into [[a gynoid|CyEE1x2]].\n-Update 4-\n* <b>Main:</b> Mike can go to the [[arcade|MikeFiesta2x4]] on the last night of the week after befriending the animatronics.

* <b>Main</b>: Lord Aurik can play with new targets in the Oversight Room of the [[Trikeron sim|TrikeronStart]]. (Due to the way this section of the game works, all links to new content will need to go to the starting passage.)\n* <b>Main</b>: Monk Cyan can now [[listen to the fortuneteller|GGMonk11x9]] for Kovam's sake.\n* <b>Main</b>: Holly, when going to a Halloween party as a sex slave, can now choose [[none of the collar tags|HollyOct6x2]].\n* Kasumi is now available in the Trikeron sim.\n* <b>Main:</b> Eric can now touch the hand phaser in the [[high-tech section|PropMuseumWeapHiTech]] of the prop museum.\n* <b>Main:</b> Cypher in Jeanne's body can [[admit they're Cypher|Cypher7x1]] when confronted by Nyx and Hanlon.\n* <b>Main:</b> Cyan can [[state her favorite monster|GGMon1x1]] when giving Dean the T-shirt.\n* <b>Main:</b> Cyan can decide to [[not be hasty|GGParent13x7]] when discussing her father's sleepwalking with her mother.\n* <b>Main</b>: Eric can now use "[[enhancements|RanDeb1x6]]" on female Ranma. Earlier, he can also take her [[somewhere more remote|RanDeb1x4]] for playing with.

Huh, now that's interesting. You knew that there were more Oz books that followed the 'of Oz' naming scheme, some by the original author and some by other people. And of course you knew about 'Wicked' and its various spin-offs. But you'd never heard of 'The Wickedest Witches of Oz'. You wonder if it's new or one of the older ones. Partly just to check the publishing date, you pick it up and open it.\n\nThe sound of a heavy door slamming from some distance away immediately grabs your attention. You look up and realize that you're now standing in a small, positively dungeon-esque room. It's not quite bucket-in-the-corner straw-on-the-floor dungeon level, but there's a small bed with a thin mattress and tattered blanket, a chair, a plain vanity with a cracked mirror and a dented water pitcher atop it, and a wooden box with a lid over in one corner that you suspect is the toilet. There's also a thin window high up on the wall letting a bit of sunlight in. What the actual fuck is going on, how did you get here?!\n\nThen the door swings open, a heavy wooden thing that bangs against the wall. You catch sight of two tall, rather hulking simian forms before someone else sweeps into the room, immediately grabbing your attention. That... is definitely a wicked witch. She's tall and definitely a little hawk-nosed, but also intensely handsome to go along with that, her eyes a fiery and intense green that outshines the similar green of her skin. The black witch hat is in place, as is the black dress, though it's thin and conforms rather well to a very nice figure with full breasts, sleek waist and round hips. As she walks towards you, the sun hits the black of the cloth and reveals that it's rather thin, showing off the outline o her long, strong legs and even the gap between her thighs with a faint glimpse of the curve of her crotch. She stops in front of you, giving you a rather sultry smirk that sends a bit of a shiver up your spine despite everything, then raises up a hand to curl around your chin, gently tilting your head up so she can look in your eyes.\n\n"Well well well," she coos in a femininely deep voice. "I have you now, my pretty."\n\n<hr>\n[[... Eep.|GGDOz]]\n\n[[Hey, hands off!|GGDOz]]\n\n[[How about a little water, witch?!|GGDOz]]\n\n[[... Yes. Yes, she does. ♥|GGDOz]]

"Captain, I've got a sensor reading that's pinging as a spacecraft," you announce formally.\n\nImmediately Morrow sits up straighter, flicking her fingers to close the window she'd been reading. "What sort of ship?"\n\n"Analyzing now," you reply, tapping the controls to refine the largely automated 'yeah that's someone else out there'.\n\n<hr>\n[[A single large vessel.|GGSR]]\n\n[[A bunch of smaller vessels.|GGSR]]\n\n[[A <i>huge</i> vessel.|GGSR]]\n\n[[A... biological?|GGSR]]\n\n[[A... hunh...|GGSR14x6]]

Closing the book, you slip it into the squarish bag at your hip, where it essentially disappears. Then you look back at the leader and reply blandly, "Pass."\n\n"... Eh?" He blinks at that, a complete lack of comprehension making a blank mask of his face. So this is the level of intelligence that results in level one bandits attacking a player character. You suppose that makes sense.\n\n"Pass. As in, I decline to acquiesce to your demands." You bring a hand up and rub your finger briefly under your nose. "Means 'no'."\n\n"... Get 'er!" the leader roars.\n\nThe other three rush towards you. Acting more on reflexes you didn't have five minutes ago than anything else, you whirl around and thrust a hand at one of the charging men, murmuring quickly under your breath. The sword in his hand twists and writhes, abruptly having turned into a steel clockwork snake that begins winding about his arm, biting at him as he screams and drops to the ground, trying to yank it off of him. You snap slightly to the side and lower your hand, the biggest of the three giving a yowl of shock as his next steps drop him into a waist-deep pit of mud, the immediate frantic struggling that ensues churning it up and making sure that he can't get out.\n\nThe third is close in by then, and takes a swipe at you with his knife... which you duck easily. 'Dex is the underlooked necessary stat for casters,' you think smugly to yourself as you dodge his second swipe by slipping around and away a bit, raising your hand. A ball of bubbling, semiliquid black appears above your palm, and you send part of it streaking out towards him; it splashes against his arm and quickly expands to engulf his upper torso in a clinging layer of black rubber, the impact and his sudden restraint enough to have him toppling to the ground. You turn towards the leader, who's standing there stunned, the remainder of the bubbling magic rubber still hovering over your palm.\n\n<img src="https://i.imgur.com/HXgCk1A.png?1">\n\n"That was your plan? 'Get her'?"\n\n"Uhhh..." He blinks a few times, then grits his teeth and grabs his sword with both hands. "Ha! You don't scare me, wigglefing-"\n\n"I swear to Christ if you call me 'wigglefingers' one more time I won't be responsible for what I do to you."\n\n"... You don't scare me! You magic types run out of spells! I bet you've only got a few left!"\n\nYou have no idea how many you've got left, but you don't <i>feel</i> anywhere close to out. Though after a glance around at the still-struggling, still angry-looking mooks and their apparently determined leader, it's obvious they're not going to give up and run off like sane people... at least without a bit more of a push. You need to do something to their leader that will convince them all it's a bad idea to keep messing with you.\n\nThe magic's already there... you can feel it rising up, you just need some words to focus it.\n\n<hr>\n[["Whatever, jackass."|GGMage]]\n\n[["Hey, girl."|GGMage]]\n\n[["Later, doll."|GGMage]]\n\n[["Skidaddle skidoodle, your dick is now a noodle."|GGMage3x3]]

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

Honestly the Alteration Mage seems fun. Maybe it's just the innate power perversion potential that dares you to step into its magical realm, but you've gotta at least look through it a little more and see just how much utility it might have. You flip to that page, then are interrupted by the sound of birdsong as you look up. \n\nYou're... standing in the woods. Actually, as you take a quick look around, you're standing on a dirt road running through the woods. A glance down at yourself shows that you're suddenly dressed differently as well... gold-trimmed and decoed black robes and boots, split in the middle to leave your midriff bare. Your body is roughly the same build, though you're not sure since the top is wrapped fairly tightly around your chest. Moving your head also makes some entirely purple hair drift in front of your eyes. What the hell...?\n\nAs you're trying to come to grips with all these sudden changes, you hear the patter of heavy footfalls and look up. Four thuggish, leather-clad men have surrounded you... they all seem to be human, except for one of them that's a bit bigger, broader, and has a green tint to him, who you'd guess is at least part orc... well, inasfar as someone being part orc makes sense, considering that they're all wielding slightly elaborate daggers and swords, and you're dressed like someone that talks about the nature of the threads of magic.\n\n"A fool to linger in our territory reading your book, wigglefingers!" the man that's taken up a position in front of you declares, obviously feeling pretty proud of himself. Well, shit, you'd have to admit that four melee fighters surrounding a caster would be pretty good, assuming the caster is of a similar level.\n\nDo you have a level now? You glance at the book, which now looks like a spellbook. It even has your handwriting in it. You kind of think you might have a level now. Huh. While you're pondering that, your lack of attention seems to have annoyed your mugger, who shouts, "We're feeling merciful today, wigglefingers, so leave everything you have and we'll let you walk on down the road!"\n\n<hr>\n[[Better do it.|GGMage]]\n\n[[... Nah.|GGMage3x2]]

As most of the cum finishes draining out of you, leaving you only slightly bloated, the creature grabs you around the middle with two arms again and starts bringing you in closer. Your mind is so ravaged and broken that you can't even care if it's about to resume raping you... and then you see the glint of bright white, almost perfectly triangular teeth as it opens its maw wider and wider, only the faintest hint of an even darker patch on its outline to show where its mouth must be. You manage to give a short, terrified scream before it stuffs your head and shoulders into its mouth and then shoves you in deeper. You can feel its throat close around your head, silencing your scream, its huge tongue lashing and coiling over your tits as you're swallowed and shoved deeper and deeper inside. Its throat stretches around your breasts as well, your arms soon held at your sides not by the beast's hands but by its lips, and then its throat as it gulps and swallows.\n\nYour feebly kicking legs wave in the air outside of its mouth as it closes its black lips around you and continues to swallow hard, drawing your squirming body ever deeper, your hips and then your thighs sliding inside its mouth. Its tongue briefly toys about inside your stretched and gaping pussy and asshole, and then it gives one more hard swallow and pulls you entirely in, your bare feet slipping between its lips and disappearing. You feel yourself sliding down its throat for what feels like forever, your naked body squeezed and massaged by the undulating, hot, wet passage all around you. Until finally you can feel yourself being pushed into a tight, round space, forced to curl in on yourself as the world around you continues to squeeze and stroke over you, as if you were constantly being felt up by the beast's stomach(?). You keep expecting to pass out or feel a fiery sensation on your skin, but you settle into a sort of constant haze, eternally kept on the edge of twilight in the hot darkness as it drips and squeezes around you, left with nothing but the lingering tremors of the orgasms the beast fucked you into before it swallowed you.\n\nOver the next several months, your body and soul are gradually absorbed in the infernal thing's gut, steadily shrinking and disappearing until nothing are left. You cease to exist, nothing but a faint echo in the flesh and demonic energy that make up your devourer, with nothing but a scattered handful of shredded clothes to mark your passing, and even those doomed to go undiscovered by anyone that might come looking for you. Your decision to brave the darkness has led to a rather ignominious end.\n\nYou have been eaten by a Gru.\n\n<b>Monk Cyan</b> end - <i>Eaten by a Gru</i>

You consider. You've clearly been dragged into some fantasy world and incarnated as the class you were reading about. But that's about all you know of the situation. Having a local around to smooth things over might help... even if that local's a thug that tried to mug you. "Alright, I'll restore you," you reply, adding, "Eventually!" as his face brightens, which immediately makes it fall again. "But you're gonna hafta earn it."\n\n"E-earn it...?"\n\n"I'm not from around here," you understate in the extreme. "So I need someone to explain things to me. That means when I ask questions, you answer them, no matter how odd or obvious they seem, and you don't ask me why I'm asking them, or anything else. All questions from me, no questions from you," you reinforce, nudging his arm with your foot. "And if I ask you to do something, same rules apply, you do it whether it seems weird or not, no questions. When I've decided you've been helpful enough, I'll undo the shrinkage."\n\n"I... y-yeah, I can do that!" he answers, nodding vigorously. "We can all help with that! Can't we boys?!" he calls, glancing over his shoulder at the others.\n\nThe rest of his gang seems to not quite be meeting his eye... even the part-orc, who's almost up to his chest in the mud now. Obviously they're not quite on board with helping out their fearless leader with this little endeavor.\n\n<hr>\n[[Try to get them to come with you.|GGMage3x5]]\n\n[[Forget them.|GGMage]]

"Alright, listen you lot," you say, turning to the other three. "Like I said, I need guides and help. I'd prefer all of it that I can get. So if you're helpful along with your boss, then unlike my initial interaction with him I can be very generous..."\n\nYou hold up your hands, palms pressed together, then slowly spread them apart further and further, their eyes all widening slightly along with the motion.\n\n"... or you can blow me off, and I can wind up feeling veeeery stingy," you continue, swinging your hands back together until they're almost touching, making all three wince. "So what's it gonna be?"\n\n"I'm helpful. Very helpful," the slightly green guy grunts. "More helpful out of ground, but very helpful."\n\n"Yeah I'm feeling super helpful too," another adds, nodding vigorously. \n\n"I'll help like nobody's business!" the third blurts.\n\n"Alright. You, put that away and get up, not that anyone will notice it's out," you direct to the leader, who flushes in humiliation and starts retying his pants. "You, get a better weapon than a chipped hunting knife at some point," you continue, snapping your fingers and dissipating the rubber binding the third bandit. "You, get out of that hole," you continue, turning the mud to water instead, the part-orc grunting as he's suddenly splashing around. "You, learn how to yell like a dude, you sound ridiculous when you scream. And you, behave," you add with a point at the clockwork snake, who nods abashedly and winds its way further up the leery-looking bandit's arm to curl around his shoulders.\n\nAs the part-orc guy clambers out of the water hole, you quickly blush and avert your gaze from the way it's making his cloth pants cling very thoroughly. Uh... wow. If you'd cast 'Small Your Dick' on him, he might have wound up as 'Only Slightly Above Average'. You glance at the leader as he regains his feet and shifts nervously. \n\n"Ah, so, where to, uh...?"\n\n"My name's Cyan."\n\nWhen he starts to introduce himself, you consider cutting him off just to seem badass, but you kind of do need to know their names if they're going to be helpful. Turns out he's Jonil, the guy you rubber-trapped is Kalim (he's got olive skin, thick black hair pulled back into a ducktail, and dark eyes), Throk (the part-orc guy, who's got a shaven head and, well, is really big and kinda green), and Kern (the dude with the new and obviously not quite wanted pet snake instead of a sword, a kinda lean and scrawny type). "But, uh, is that a question I can ask? Where we're going?"\n\n"What are my options?"\n\n"Uh, well, the nearest town is Gozin, it's a few hours down the road there, got all the usual stuff, inn and shops and all. Or we could go back to our camp I guess? I mean, me and the boys' camp. Ain't got a lot but, y'know, it's a place to go?"\n\n<hr>\n[[Go to Gozin.|GGMage]]\n\n[[Go to the camp.|GGMage]]

"I'm on my way somewhere, actually, sorry," you answer, already turning to walk on. You've got no real time to indulge the neighborhood Muffy just because she feels like having someone to chat with over coffee.\n\n"Ohhhhh gosh," Tricia says from behind you, with overdramatic concern. "Geez, that's too bad, guess instead I'll have to tell everyone about your parents' kinky sex parties."\n\nYou jerk to a halt in place before you can realize that probably sort of gives the game away. You just stand there for a second, considering your options, before finally turning around and just scowling at her.\n\nTricia smiles brightly back in response. "I mean I've even been to them myself! Which if I ever wanted to throw Harold under the bus would be just great, right? 'Oh, he dragged me to perverted sex parties and got off on me being pressured into being with strange men in masks!'" she half-whimpers half-coos, closing her eyes and tilting her head, then grinning again as she opens her eyes and looks at you. "I mean, it'd probably be pretty stupid to out <i>everyone</i> there, but if it's just your parents everyone else would likely just breathe a sigh of relief and start shunning them to save their own reputations. But hey, kinky sex parties aren't illegal so they wouldn't get in <i>too</i> bad trouble, right? I mean, it's not like they had one with you there!" Then she widens her eyes and covers her pretty red lips with her fingertips. "Oh! Oh gosh, that's right, you <i>were</i> there at the last one, though, weren't you! I even have pictures of you running away from the house looking all upset! Oh man, that wouldn't be good, that wouldn't be good at <i>all</i>, I mean some prosecution thirsty DA sees that and-"\n\n"Shut up," you snarl, practically trembling with fear and rage, feeling a stinging in your eyes as you clench your fists. Then you slump your shoulders. "... Fine. Let's go inside."\n\n"Cool, thought that might change your mind," Tricia chirps, beckoning you up the walk again, with you grudgingly preceding her this time. Once the two of you are seated at the kitchen table and she's sipping at her coffee, you wait for her to start, while she clearly enjoys making you wait, to judge by her smile. When she does speak, it's not exactly what you were expecting. "Do you know why I married Harold?"\n\nThat makes you blink a little, before sighing. "C'mon, what does that have to do with-" You pause as her eyes narrow, hesitating briefly before instead saying, "No clue, why? The nice house and car?"\n\n"I mean those helped, but nah, nah! 'Cause it was pervy, of course," Tricia answers, all smiles and bright eyes again. At your dumbfounded expression, she giggles. "Marrying myself off to some dirty old man who could barely keep his eyes off my tits all through high school, his greedy wrinkly hands all over my body, his little blue pill'd dick slamming me in the asshole." She sighs longingly, closing her eyes briefly. "Oh yeah, that was the stuff. I mean, for awhile," she continues, shrugging, puffing out a soft sigh before she continues on. "See the problem with anything pervy I find is that once you've done it twenty or thirty times it stops seeming so pervy. Like, then it's just having fun, y'know? Like you go on your favorite roller coaster every week of the summer, it stops being scary and maybe it's still exciting but it's just... you know all this, y'know? Like that," she concludes with a bit of waving her hands around, finally propping her chin up on her hand. \n\n"So... you married him 'cause it got you off to do something lewd, but because you're married to him and banging him every night..." At Tricia's rather forelorn nod, you just stare at her, before suppressing a growl. "Okay so how do we get from that to you <i>blackmailing</i> me?"\n\n"Well see that's the thing, I went to your parents' parties for awhile until that got boring too, and I just started staying home and looking for new stuff on the net. Harold still goes sometimes, though, I don't mind that, especially since I haven't actually let him fuck me in a year and a half." She flashes you a smirk, then sighs. "But see, I need something new. All my old stuff just doesn't thrill me anymore. I didn't think much of it when I saw you running off the other night, other than figuring you must have found out about the sex parties, but then I thought... what's one way to put a fresh coat of wax on all that old stuff you used to love?" She beams as she clasps her hands and tilts her head. "It's to experience the old stuff with someone new who's never done it before."\n\nYou pale a little. "Wait, you mean-"\n\n"Yup! From now on, Cyan, you're my slave. You're going to do what I say and be my good little subby as I relive all my greatest hits. I mean honestly just thinking about it gets me really excited! Because this is even better than just introducing someone new to it all, this is <i>forcing</i> someone new into it all, it gives it some really fun zest and zing!" She wiggles her hands excitedly, then giggles. "I mean, don't worry, like I said I eventually get bored of stuff, right? I'll probably run you through all this stuff in like half a year, year at the most, and we can go our separate ways. Or, y'know, I can completely destroy your family. Up to you, really," she declares as if it were fine with her either way, closing her eyes as she takes a sip of her coffee.\n\n<hr>\n[[Agree.|GGParent]]\n\n[[Refuse.|GGParent]]

"I'm pretty high up here in the mountains. Well, I'm pretty high too, but doesn't seem much point not to being, y'know? What with it being the end of days. I'm kinda surprised these relay towers are still up, and I have no idea if there's anyone out there but our new canine overlords to hear me, but I may as well keep talking for a little while. Why not?\n\n"Hard to believe it's been less than a year. Or actually no, I guess it's been pretty much exactly a year, right? That was the earliest point that anyone reported that it was started, I heard once. Halloween night. Full moon. And that's when the fuckin' werewolf apocalypse began. No kidding, real shit, I'd laugh if I hadn't spent the last year dodging canines and making my way up here, hoping that maybe they wouldn't like the cold. Or at least that they'd come here last, huh?\n\n"We all thought it was such a joke at first, ya know? Reports of werewolves, roaming the streets, swarming the cities. We thought it was a government cover-up for a political uprising or something, we spent more time arguing over which side had finally decided to start the revolution and why weren't our media outlets telling us than we did considering the idea that it might be real, that we might be seeing the rise of actual monsters. Plus it just seemed so... so juvenile, y'know? When you heard the whispers that no one really wanted to talk about, that the wolves didn't turn you by biting, or clawing, but by fucking. Sounded like something out of a lame porn story on the internet, nobody was buying it, definitely not me.\n\n"Of course then one of 'em smashed right through the door during dinner one night. Before I knew it, it was throwing aside the table and it had my girlfriend, was shoving its cock right through her panties and into her pussy, just pounding the hell out of her. I was stuck frozen in shock, staring for a minute, long enough to realize she was starting to moan like she'd never moaned for me, that her pussy was spurting all over its dick, her eyes were rolled up in her head, the whole fucking package. Thing was, the smell... the smell of her, but also of that thing, this thick animal musk, this pure sex scent, I mean... the damnedest thing was that it turned my nipples to diamond and my pussy was soaking wet just watching, just smelling. I tried to get ahold of myself, grabbed a kitchen knife and stabbed it... it fucking ignored me, just kept fucking my girlfriend and making her cum her brains out on that big dog dick. So I ran. Not proud of it, but I ran. I only looked back once, and I saw her changing, saw her tits growing twice as big as they ever were, saw her getting a big fat dog dick of her very own.\n\n"And lemme be real here. No point in not saying it. I dream about that dick some nights. Some days I wonder what it'd've been like if I'd just gone back and sucked her cock, at least let it my girlfriend be the one to fuck me and turn me into one of them. I mean from what we can tell, it wasn't really my girlfriend anymore, but at least that's something, right? Having it be her cock slamming one of my holes, her cum filling me, her turning me into one of those mindless rape machines.\n\n"...\n\n"Anyway. So I got out of there. After awhile I joined up with a little group of survivors, and we survived mostly by avoiding the werewolves as best we could. Shooting them didn't work, stabbing them didn't work... even silver didn't actually kill them, but it did make them flinch and get them out of the mood, so they'd either run off or... y'know, resort to just plain fighting. There were about twenty of us at the high point, trying to make our way to a remote spot like this, figuring on the excuse of the cold, or that there weren't very many people around in the first place so not many would've been turned into wolves. I mean, even the preppers had worked around the idea of a zombie apocalypse... around people, y'see? Who the fuck prepped for a werewolf apocalypse? Something half again our size with superhuman strength, senses that were unmatched, and that actually thinks and strategizes as it's planning to get at you and fuck you?\n\n"We heard plenty of rumors along the way. 'There's no wolves in Australia'. 'If you take plenty of birth control they won't want you'. 'Swallow a silver bullet while they're fucking you and it will keep you from changing'. As far as we could tell most of it was bullshit, especially once we got the reports from upside-down land, yeah? About the only one that never got disproved was that this supposedly all started out in a place called Deviville, from a witch's curse, and that witch could command the wolves and make them do whatever she said. I laughed at it the first time I heard it... until I remembered that I was sitting in a dumpster hugging my silver-coated Bowie knife, hoping the smell kept any werewolves from noticing me. So maybe. Maybe.\n\n"That group of twenty was down to Carla and I by the time we got up here. Everyone else had been dragged off or wandered off one by one, until it was just us, a lesbian and a straight girl who'd become more open-minded in light of the apocalypse. So yeah, just me and my fuck-buddy on our way to this little hideaway we'd heard about, when a wolf came out of nowhere. Threw Carla down on her back, ripped open the crotch of her jeans and started to fuck her. This time when I stabbed it, it was with a silvered knife, and that made it howl and drove it off, sending it scurrying back into the woods. Carla and I thought she'd be okay, as far as we'd seen it was only when a wolf actually came in the victim that they started to change, whatever the curse or virus or whatever was apparently was just in the ejaculate, the sperm maybe.\n\n"Guess we forgot health class and that pre can contain both of those. Over the next few days Carla got hornier and hornier, and at first hey, no problem there, right? But then I noticed that she was getting more aggressive, that her already unshaven bits were getting a thicker layer of fur than ever, that her brown eyes had a hint of red. By the time we were within a day or two of here, it was obvious she was changing, just more slowly. She volunteered to take herself away, run as far as she could in the other direction before she changed to give me the best chance... and I let her. Again, not really proud of it, but it was that or listen to the tiny little voice in my head urging me to just spend the time fucking her as much as I could until she was ready to shove her cock in me and change us both. She went off on her own and I continued towards this place.\n\n"I guess she probably didn't get far though before the change worked on her mind enough that she turned around. I spent the last day on the way here with her not too far behind me, big and furry and with that perma-hardon waiting for me, and something in my brain constantly saying to stop, let up, let her catch me. But I got here, and the door's reinforced steel. But she's still out there. I can hear her at night, howling at the moon. I catch glimpses of her sometimes through the observation windows, prowling through the woods, those big furry tits swaying and that dog dick dripping pre into the snow. And every time I stop and I stare at her longer, and my pussy gets wetter the longer I stare, and I just think 'maybe it wouldn't be so bad'.\n\n"... Mm.\n\n"Been doing a little math while I've been rambling. The food supplies are set to last for a really long time, but the system for converting outside snow into drinkable water seems to be busted. Maybe Carla's work? Who knows, who knows. But either way I think I've only got enough for another week or so? And on what the busted converter's putting out, I could probably slow down complete dehydration for maybe... a month? Be a really miserable month, though.\n\n"So. Hey. Basically... I think I'm gonna go take a walk outside. And I'll probably just go ahead and leave my clothes here... don't see much point in having them get all ripped up, after all. I guess it's probably time to find out if that wolf cock is gonna feel as good pounding my cunt as everyone else made it look like when I watched them. Carla was always a pretty good lay for a straight girl anyway, I bet she's fantastic now that she's got twelve inches of dog dick to work with. That'll be my costume for this Halloween, same as everyone else... a big-dicked werewolf.\n\n"Maybe it won't be so bad."\n\n<b>Holly the Witch</b> end - <i>The werewolf apocalypse</i>

Your aunt dresses so nicely, you at least want to take a closer look at some of her clothes. Not exactly the most thrilling thing in the world but it will probably only be for a few moments, then you can find something else to do. You open the door and turn on the lights, walking inside. It's pretty big, big enough to have a bench in the middle and plenty of walking room all around it. You walk along the rows of coats and blouses, looking them over, before taking a more thorough look at some of the more interesting areas. \n\nFirst of all there's a set of drawers that you highly suspect to be Aunt Kelly's [[lingerie|SamCl]]... if she dresses so nicely on the outside, you are sort of curious as to what she wears under it. You also notice that at the back of the closet, one section of hangars seems to have a series of [[jumpsuits|SamCl]] or bodysuits... wonder what those are for? Just a different kind of underwear for certain occasions? Though as you're eyeing them from a short distance away, you notice that behind some of the coats, there's [[another footlocker|SamCl1x1]], this one more modern and with a simple set of latches rather than even a token lock.

You pad barefoot... or rather barehooved... through the garden, yawning a bit. It's been a busy fifty years, even though you don't really leave the mansion much anymore. Your little network of high school girls has grown up to be a network of influential figures in society (or the wives thereof) and their own little networks of associates, and they're all firmly loyal to you. At first grateful for freeing you from Lauriel's charms, they then fell under your own... a bit more slowly and subtly, though. You didn't have much choice, after all, with Lauriel having erased your memory in the minds of everyone but them. But it all worked out for the best, really... they came to worship you, and brought other people there to learn to worship you. In fact, for four hours last night you had your big fat horsecock sucked by one of your state's senators... it might have been a huge scandal, except for the fact that the owner of the local paper was behind you the entire time eating your ass.\n\nHm. Lauriel though. There's someone you haven't thought of in years, at the least. "'Portrait of an Elf Whore'," you murmur thoughtfully to yourself. Now let's see, where <i>did</i> you put it? Strolling through the garden a bit more purposefully, you eventually spot the prone statue from the back. "Ah, there you are!" you chirp, stepping onto the grass and rounding the statue... only to burst out laughing at the sight.\n\nWhile your gardener slave has been instructed to trim the grass around them, you'd never thought to give any instructions about <i>cleaning</i> the statues, and it looks like Lauriel has become something of a favorite roost for birds. She's absolutely covered with the white streaks of their droppings, from her jutting-tongued idiotic-smiled face to her detailed bare tits to her finger-spread pussy. Of course with the lewd pose and expression of the statue, it's hard to interpret the white splatters as standins for anything other than cum, as if a group of a good forty or fifty men had spilt their loads on her as she worked herself to her furious, shameless peak.\n\n"Who said birds have no appreciation for public art?" you snicker, turning to walk away with a flick of your tail.\n\n<b>Lauriel's Slave</b> End - <i>Birdkake</i>

Deciding to try a bit of crossplaying, you select the male Midnight Elf, his model swinging into focus, showing mid-back length spiky black hair and a slender build, shown off by a sleeveless white shirt and black pants. His sclera are black, irises glowing red, a smirk on his lips as he sets his hands on his hips and glances out of the screen as if to say 'Well, let's get on with it.'\n\n<center>Choose your character's class.</center>\n\n[[Torturer|GGWOWplaceholder]]\n\n[[Mindblaster|GGWOWplaceholder]]\n

"No, we... no!" You quickly try to calm yourself down, huffing. There is obviously a <i>very</i> different perspective here. "Look, let's... go get something to eat and we'll talk about this."\n\n"Okay," Mustang acknowledges, still looking thoroughly confused as you redirect the two of you's path towards the food court.\n\nSoon the two of you are sitting in front of plates of tray-warmed Chinese food. You try to arrange your thoughts as you chew a few bites. Actually you kind of think you remember stuff about horses mounting each other to assert dominance or just because it's the season. Most animals do, come to think of it, you're pretty sure. It's probably a bit of crossover from their animal halves, and everyone involved probably treats it differently. Sighing, you say, "Okay, look, you definitely can't do that sort of thing to a human, no matter how rude they are."\n\n"So why not?" Mustang says with a frown, lowering her forkful of beef. (You were a little surprised she didn't go for a vegetable platter, but there it is.)\n\nYou open and close your mouth a few times. Okay, you've always taken it for granted, so you've never really thought how best to lay it out. You know a lot of reasons it's negative, but they're all assumed by a viewpoint where it's already wrong. "Alright, so... you say centaurs just do it, right? It's no big deal for you, kinda like giving someone a yelling-at or something."\n\n"Basically," she agrees, frowning still as she eats another forkful of food.\n\n"Alright, but we don't do it that way. Humans see it as an extremely serious thing, a violation. Because we don't use it the way you do, it's way, way more serious. It's one of the worst crimes there is for us."\n\n"So, like... for you guys it's like stealing, or screwing someone over after making a promise, would be for us," Mustang replies slowly, nodding.\n\nYou open your mouth to reply that it's way more serious than that, then close it. You're not sure what it says about both cultures that they treat rape lightly and you treat stealing and betrayal lightly. After a moment you decide on, "Look, for us we don't do that. Especially just for being a jerk. It's a crime here and you'd get in big trouble."\n\n"Don't want that, like I said, the program's really important to me," Mustang mutters, looking down at her plate.\n\n"You did say that before," you note, grateful for the subject shift. "How come?"\n\nMustang hesitates, possibly the first time you've ever seen her react with something other than bluntness, then says, "Sure I'll tell, but first explain why that 'Trudi' was so fuckin' rude out of nowhere."\n\nYou sigh, sitting back in your chair. You don't particularly want to devote any more time or thought to Trudi than is necessary, but you suppose a question for a question is fair. "Trudi's generally a pretty unpleasant person," you answer, shrugging. "Or in other words, a complete bitch. She's of the opinion that different styles are okay, but if you're not spending thousands of dollars on your style you're just insulting everyone who does. Y'know, she thinks being a goth is just fine so long as you're wearing lipstick and boots that cost more put together than a new moped." You roll your eyes, then continue. "She also thinks 'types' should stay together, so she goes out of her way to put down people that 'get out of their place'. I don't really care if my friends are jocks or preps or nerds or what, and I guess that offends her."\n\n"That Leslie girl she mentioned is like that too?"\n\n"Yeah, Leslie's on a few teams at school. People like Trudi already treat her like crap," you add with a rather dark tone, before sighing and spending a few minutes eating. When you continue, you add, "Basically, I threaten Trudi's worldview. I'm friends with anyone that will be friendly with me. So that means those friends are more likely to be friends with my other friends, who are also outside their supposed group. Soon you've got goths and preps and jocks all sitting at the same table at lunch, and that pisses her off for some fuckin' reason."\n\n"One of those sorts that gets pissed when the herds mingle," Mustang sums up.\n\n"Pretty much." Huffing, you try to shove Trudi aside, both mentally and conversationally. "So hey, your turn, what's with the program?"\n\n"... Alright, well," she says after another second. "Okay it's not like I'm embarrassed of this or anything, it's more like I can't really explain it to my own satisfaction an' that kinda bugs me. But anyway, it's like this. Astronomy is one of the things a lot of us do, it's like a hobby besides all the physical stuff. But my mom, she was super into it. She wound up being a kind of lame hunter and fighter and worker but she is like a super great astronomer. And it's not like anyone disses her, they wouldn't fuckin' dare around the rest of the family, but there are times it seems like she felt she coulda done more, y'know? But when she was a kid and right now, doin' more outside of the homestead basically means going full human forever. You can't just be a centaur on the weekends if you're gonna try and live the life. So she stayed home and she takes care of the family and she does okay. But it seems like it sucks that she couldn't do more of what she wanted because we had to hide. So, this program rolls around and says, 'Hey someday you can be a centaur and go around among the humans as a centaur, the idea's to make that normal', and I'm like... y'know... that'd be good. I guess," she finishes lamely, obviously a little embarrassed as she takes a gulp of her soda.\n\n<hr>\n[[That's a great goal.|GGMCE]]\n\n[[You'd like to meet her mom.|GGMCE]]

November, otherwise known as "halfway between Halloween and Christmas". But that means that it's time for Thanksgiving! ... Otherwise known as "rehearsal for Christmas".\n\nOh, it's not really like that, obviously. Thanksgiving is a great holiday! Sure, it's all the trouble of food prep and stress of family for Christmas without as much fun for decorations and presents, but it's still a great holiday!\n\n[[Prep to host.|HollyNov1x1]]\n\n[[Prep to visit family.|HollyNov2x1]]

'Mmmm, fuck,' you think, leaning back against the doorframe a bit and slowly undoing the button of your jeans and sliding the zipper down, as if even that sound might alert them if you weren't careful. Licking your lips, you slide a hand down the front of your panties and start stroking your fingers over your pussy, panting very softly as you watch your father slam his cock into your schoolmate's pussy. 'He's really giving it to her... fuuuuck I've wanted him to fuck me like that for years...'\n\nYour other hand comes up to one of your breasts, kneading slowly through your shirt as you watch the show inside, giving yourself a squeeze as you see your father grab one of Karen's tits and similarly give it a bit of rough treatment. \n\n"Fuck me, fuck me please, fuck me," Karen whimpers as he straightens up and gives her ass a slap.\n\n'Yeah, fuck me Daddy,' you think, panting softly, imagining yourself as the one bent over in the dark little back room. You don't exactly hold back, since you're certainly not expecting them to take forever, and soon you're pressing a hand over your mouth to muffle your moan as you cum, right about the time that Karen's making some rather cutelewd squeaky noises that apparently signify she's being cum inside.\n\nQuickly doing your jeans back up, you scurry out of the back hallway and the store, ducking around the corner and then peeking around. A few minutes later your father comes strolling out of the store, definitely with a bit of a cock-of-the-walk attitude, as might be expected of someone who just had a quickie with a cute high school girl in the back of a store before going home to bang his hot wife. You settle in a bit more as he drives off, then glance down at your hand, lifting it and spreading your fingers to watch the stretch of stickiness between them. Then you give both a lick before leaning your head back against the wall. 'Whew. Shit.'\n\nYour head is definitely full of fuck of various different kinds as you wander around for a little while more before heading home. Everything seems perfectly normal there once you do... apparently you don't catch your parents in the midst of anything (good or bad), and you're free to flop into bed that night. 'Wish I'd taken a video,' you muse as you slide a hand into your sleeping pants, biting your lower lip as you once more start stroking yourself. You shiver a bit as you hear some noises down the hall... geez, are they going at it again?\n\n<hr>\n[[Go see if you can peek.|GGParent18x2]]\n\n[[Keep your mind on other things.|GGParent]]

Oh right, Mrs. Lane mentioned that you might need to stay and help out if the trainer needed it. Half out of a desire to impress in your first day on the job (technically second you think, but your first assignment), half in hopes you might get to stay in London a bit longer, you ask, "Is there anything else I can do to help?" as you set the bag down on the desktop.\n\nS-7 pauses briefly in the midst of sliding the laptop out of the bag, but then resumes, quickly producing a network cable and plugging it in, swinging the screen up and typing briefly. "Actually, yes, if you could." He beckons the younger man (who you'd swear looks a bit paler than before) over, standing and letting the blonde take a seat behind the desk instead. Then he produces a sleek little black pistol from behind his back and passes it to you. "Take this and watch the door."\n\n"You've got it!" you answer cheerfully, taking the gun and turning towards the door to raise it, then pausing and staring at what you're holding. "Errrrr."\n\n"If anyone comes through that door, Ninety-Nine, shoot them immediately," S-7 says as if it were the most sensible thing in the world, before leaning forward over the younger man's shoulder, resting a hand there as the blonde types. "Alright, good, you used that OS exploit just right. Now make sure you don't set off the security trace when you do the backside file search."\n\n"... um..." you murmur a little weakly, feeling sweat start to trickle down your back, but somehow not managing to actually speak up or lower the gun.\n\nThe trainer(?) seems to be largely ignoring you now, though, intent on coaching the younger man. "Do the echo, make sure. There, you're good. Don't make your parameters too narrow, but don't make them too broad either, we don't have all the time in the world. Alright, now remember what I told you about common file naming conventions, which of these do you think would be the pictures of a man sharing two prostitutes with his daughter?"\n\n"................................. um.........." You... are really worried that you're hearing all of this. Almost as worried as about the fact that you went from delivering a laptop to holding a gun on a door.\n\nA door that is, all of a sudden, opening to admit a really big guy with a bristly bear, flattop, and wearing a slightly off-black turtleneck and really dark grey pants.\n\n<hr>\n[["AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!"|CelSpy]]\n\n[["AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!" <i>BLAM BLAM BLAM BLAM!</i>|CelSpy1x3]]

You scream like a banshee at the sight of the big man, and more out of some reflex than anything else desperately haul on the trigger repeatedly. The gun bucks in your hand, but not too much thankfully. Whatever the gun's loaded with must be pretty potent though, since the bullets hit with impressive effect, four splatters of gore appearing on the man's front, the first just below his right pec, the second a little above that and the third on the center of his collarbone, the final one half-exploding the left side of his jaw even as he's toppling backwards.\n\nS-7's head had yanked up sharply at your scream and the gunshots, but he once again looks calm as he readjusts his view to the laptop screen again. "Nice grouping on the first couple of shots, next time try to squeeze rather than pull. Also avoid the screaming. That goes for you too, T-20, and hurry it up a bit, would you?"\n\n"Yessir," T-20 murmurs quickly, hunched forward over the laptop and typing furiously.\n\n"Wha... wha... what did I just do?" you squeak, eyes wide and staring at the empty doorway more than anything.\n\n"Your job, Ninety-Nine, which is helping me do mine. Keep it together," he answers evenly, which for some reason does make you firm up your hands and stop feeling like you want to fall over and start whimpering. "Quicklike now, Twenty, while still being as thorough as possible."\n\n"Yessir! Got it, sir!" The blonde blurts, finishing whatever he was doing and yanking the hard drive out of the laptop. After only a brief hesitation he tosses the laptop itself into a nearby wastebin and then yanks something from one of his pockets, tossing it in as well, the contents starting to burn with purple sparks before he tosses the laptop bag on top of it as well.\n\n"Very good, Twenty, personal preference on throwing it in the can first, but smart choice since it tends to make sure the whole thing's slag," the trainer says as he rounds the desk and heads for the door. "Come along, Ninety-Nine. We'll take the stairs, not worth risking getting caught on the elevators at this point, remember that, Twenty."\n\n"Yessir," Twenty echoes again, hurrying after him, which leaves you scurrying to catch up as the three of you head for the stairwell.\n\n"Uh, w-who was that I shot?" you ask, trying not to whimper as you say it.\n\n"Best not ask too many questions you don't absolutely need the answers to, Ninety-Nine," S-7 replies evenly as he starts descending the stairs. "But since you're in the thick of it for the moment, might as well. From the size of him and some of the bone structure, I'd guess a Russian. Intel says we've got a double-booking of the KGB and at least one independent mercenary organization against us on this mission."\n\n"Um. Didn't the KGB break up? A long time ago?" you ask, starting to feel a little bit dissociated from this whole situation.\n\n"That's what they'd like you to think, yes." S-7 answers. Right before the three of you turn the corner and come face-to-face with a man who snaps a military rifle up to point it at you. With no hesitation and near blurring speed, the sleekly-powerful trainer snatches the barrel and shoves up and to the side, striking it across the man's chin hard enough to stun him. Just as fast he drops and grabs the other man's ankle, yanking hard and practically flipping him into the air, the enemy giving a surprised shout right before his head strikes one of the stairs below and bends on his neck at a rather extreme angle, his ragdolled body tumbling down more of the stairs. "In any event, less talking, more moving Ninety-Nine, always a good tip there too, Twenty," he adds briskly as he continues down the stairs.\n\nAt the ground floor, Seven opens the door, and quickly shuts it again at the sound of gunfire, with you desperately trying not to pee yourself as a bullet actually whizzes through the in just that moment and strikes the wall a few feet away. "That's quite some suppressing fire," the trainer muses, before gesturing you back up the stairs. The three of you instead emerge into the second floor hallyway, following S-7's lead as he makes his way into one of the offices and draws another gun like the one he gave you. "Twenty, you've been keeping up on your drop-and-roll training?"\n\n"Yessir," the blonde answers, though he doesn't sound a lot more happy than you at the direction this is going.\n\n"Good." S-7 fires repeatedly at the window, the rounds almost immediately turning it into more cracks than solid surface. Planting the bottom of his foot against the office's desk, he shoves hard, sending it crashing through and dropping roughly to the street below, to judge from the sound of crashing wood and clattering metal. You barely even have time to yelp as S-7 grabs you and hauls you close, pressing you tightly in against his muscular body, which you seriously only barely enjoy because the next thing he does is jump out the window and take you with him. The shock is at least enough to keep you from screaming as there's a brief drop, a slight sense of impact and the world going all topsy-turvy, before you're up and on your feet, wobbling a little as you realize you're standing in front of the car you got out of before all this insanity started.\n\nThe driver, seeming completely unperturbed, smiles and tips his hat. "Ah, Seven, good to see you again."\n\n"Driver," Seven replies in a clipped tone, as if he were greeting the man in passing in the hallway of an office building, sliding into the back seat even as he does. Twenty jumps into the back seat with him, so with that filled up (despite the vague temptation to get yourself sandwiched between the muscular slightly older hotty and the wirey slightly younger hotty) you scramble into the passenger's side front seat (which is on the WRONG DAMN SIDE DAMMIT) while the Driver smoothly slips back behind the wheel and starts the car.\n\nAs you're pulling away at speed, a white man with fantastic black hair, dressed effectively identically to Seven, bursts from the front doors and runs after the car, shooting at it repeatedly and spiderwebbing the back window as he shouts in sheer rage and with an American accent, "YOU STOLE IT, YOU BASTARD! YOU STOLE THAT LOOK FROM MEEEEE!"\n\n"Who was <i>that</i>?!" you pant, glancing behind you through the cracked windshield, now able to see that some of the upper floors of the building are engulfed in flames.\n\n"No one of consequence," Seven answers breezily as he puts a fresh clip in his gun. Then at your noise of fright and flailing of fingers towards the window, he and Twenty turn to look, just in time to see a pair of helmeted motorcycle riders appear by catching air over the barely perceptible hill behind you and land dramatically. "Oh, bloody hell, this again."\n\n"They always do this. They don't even have guns, what do they think they're going to do if they catch us, Seven?" Twenty asks in confusion as he checks the rounds in his own gun. \n\n"Dogs don't think before they chase cars, Twenty," Seven says dryly as he calmly rolls down his window and leans out somewhat, firing a few rounds behind him seemingly more out of a display of contempt than any real attempt to hit the men pointlessly pursuing you.\n\nYou grit your teeth and hold on as Driver sends the car whizzing through the streets at high speed, deftly taking sharp turns in the luckily suddenly deserted-seeming London roads. You're forced to grip at whatever you can to hang on, since you really doubt he'd slow down to let you put on your seatbelt if you asked. Despite the fruitlessness of their pursuit and the men in the back seat constantly taking potshots at them, the motorcyclists gradually catch up to you. Twenty finally takes more careful aim and fires into the gas tank of one which turns it into a rather impressive fireball (what sort of safety features do these things have?!) that flings the flailing driver through the back window of a parked car. The other actually manages to pull up beside you and slam his elbow into your window with enough force to shatter the glass, pelting you with blunted shards. You scream again, though rather shorter and sharper this time, and this time it comes with just one pull of the trigger. The rider's helmet jerks to the side and he yanks his motorcycle hard as he goes, laying it down and spinning around underneath a parked car, where his motorcycle explodes. And makes the parked car explode. Which makes several of the other parked cars along the road explode. Including one you're fairly sure was parked on the other side.\n\n"Just another day at the office, miss," Driver says breezily as he easily makes another ninety degree turn.\n\n"We should get Ninety-Nine back to the airport, Driver," Seven says calmly as he reaches forward and gently plucks the gun out of your slightly numb hands. "I doubt any of them got a good look at her, but all the same best if she's back on a plane to the States before she gets any deeper in."\n\n"Right you are, sir! Sorry, mum, looks like you'll be doing an immediate turnaround this trip," Driver adds with a gently apologetic glance your way. "Come back next time when Seven isn't making such a mess, I'll show you about a bit more."\n\n"Uh-huh," you answer dazedly.\n\nThe long flight home passes with you in such a fog of confusion and shock that you barely even notice the duration this time... you barely even remember being on the plane as you're driven back to the TrainInc. building. In fact really the next thing you know, you're sitting in Mrs. Lane's office, blinking in the middle of one of her sentences.\n\n"-ove and beyond, Ms. Teele, quite pleased for your first assignment. S-7 said there's a bit of room to grow but for an LOR's first time out in the field he deemed you 'far above average'. I've noted that you're to be given a significant hazard pay rate and a bonus for a job well done and assumption of initiative."\n\n"Oh," you say distantly. "That's nice. Thank you."\n\nMrs. Lane looks at you steadily for long moments, frowning just the barest amount. "Ms. Teele, are you quite alright?"\n\n"... Um... Mrs. Lane?" you say, voice still faint. "What exactly just happened?"\n\nThe other woman's eyebrows raise a bit, and from the way her eyes flick up and down she's apparently taking in a bit more than just your presence in her office this time. "Well. We train quite a lot of individuals, Ms. Teele. Some of them in fields that involve a considerable amount of danger. Everyone needs to learn how to do their job from somebody, and some fields more than others lack a supply of readily-available mentors who can take time out from what they're doing to train a protege. That is where we come in. Normally LORs are only expected to deliver necessary supplies and information to these specialists, but we do like one that's willing to get their hands dirty as necessary. Thus why you are getting a considerable bonus." She pauses, and adds, "As well as the rest of the week off to recuperate and settle into your new apartment."\n\n"Oh." You nod slowly, starting to assimilate that and line it up with your experiences. "Um. Well. In that case..."\n\n<hr>\n[["... I quit."|CelSpy]]\n\n[["... See you next week.|CelSpy]]

"I want $1000," you announce, waiting just a minute to let him think you've set the bar at something relatively low-key, before adding smugly, "A month."\n\nHe sputters at that. "A month?!"\n\n"Indefinitely. For sure at least until I get a job of my own that pays really well. Of course, you never know how the economy might be at that point!" you chirp, grinning and spreading your hands in an exaggerated shrug. \n\nHe narrows his eyes at you, then mutters, "And is that all?"\n\n<hr>\n[[Yup!|GGParent9x3]]\n\n[[Nope!|GGParent]]

So, wait, you'd <i>actually</i> get to travel the world and get paid to do it? You pause, and hope you're not tanking yourself when you ask, "Would I need to get back on a plane right away from Europe?"\n\nMrs. Lane smiles just a bit again. "It is the nature of the job. However, assuming that the on-site trainer does not ask for any further assistance from you once you arrive, as is their prerogative, the company does have a policy of allowing a certain 'cooldown' period for flights over six hours." She lifts a pair of papers and slides them towards the opposite side of the table. "As you'll see in the document on your left, which is the trip briefing, your turnaround time for this particular trip is requested to be within forty hours of landing. It also specifies the other details such as the cap for your spending on the company account and which hotels are available to you without counting towards that account spending. The documents on your right are your employment contract, I've marked all the places where you'll need to sign and date."\n\nAlmost two days in a European country? It's not exactly a grand vacation but hell, you'll take it, this job is sounding better and better! With that in mind you stand and move forward, leaning over to sign the documents. In fact you're so cheerful that you barely even notice the extremely hefty clauses completely releasing the company of liability in the event of your serious injury, death, or capture and torture by a foreign power. That's probably fairly standard, right? Besides you'll have great health insurance now, that fixes everything!\n\n"Alright, the front desk will have the rest of your itinerary and your package waiting for you. Please pick it up and head for the airport, you'll likely have just enough time to get through security and make it to the gate before boarding. One of the company cars with a driver will take you, to make sure of that."\n\nWow, you don't even have to drive yourself? That's nice! After getting some assurances that your own car won't be towed (Mrs. Lane asks you to leave the keys so that she can have it moved to your new assigned parking spot and have your things put in your new apartment), you head to the front desk and give them your name again, noting that you're the new LOR. The man working it briefly checks his computer before nodding, pulling a file out of a drawer and handing it to you, then wheeling a brown leather laptop bag with an extendable handle around the corner of the desk. Huh, is that it? Well, you guess that if someone in Europe needs a replacement laptop, it might actually be faster and cheaper to send someone carrying it via business class than it would be to express airmail it.\n\nThe car waiting outside is pretty nice, the driver making a bit of cheerful if slightly blandly impersonal chit-chat. (Is it just you or is he deliberately avoiding anything particularly personal?) But he does get you to the airport on time, dropping you off at the appropriate terminal. You looked through your itinerary on the drive, so you know what to say to the counter attendant to pick up your tickets and boarding pass. Security is about standard to what you've heard, including being rather brazenly felt up by a leering goblin of a TSA agent, but other than needing to take the laptop out of the bag (looks normal) and set it in a separate container, put your shoes in another container, assure the goblin repeatedly that you aren't carrying any liquids, and swear eternal fealty to the almighty glory of completely useless security theater organizations, that's about it. You head to the gate, still wiggling your shoes into position a bit, and not too long after board the plane.\n\nThe extremely long flight is definitely not a lot of fun. The seats aren't terribly comfortable, and since you left directly from the office it's not like you were able to bring any books or other entertainment with you. The only thing you have to read is your itinerary, and since it's only a couple of pages long and you already read it on the drive to the airport, it's not exactly a gripping distraction. Around hour five you're glad that the laptop is in an overhead bin that would cause more fuss than you're comfortable with to get up and go get, or you might do something dumb like try to use it when it's probably locked out and got confidential data on it. That'd be all you need, it taking a picture of your face with the built-in camera and tattling that you tried to access it like you were some sort of corporate spy instead of just bored to tears. Eventually you manage to get some sleep while listening to the crappy music selection on headphones you spent $50 of the company's money to rent.\n\nWhen you get off the plane in London you're achey, sore, and still a bit tired despite sleeping a fair bit, but at least you're conscious and fairly clear-headed. A man who looks an odd amount like the driver back in the US is standing at the gate holding a sign that says simply 'LOR'. When you walk towards him he glances at his phone, then smiles, speaking before you can. "If you'll come right this way, mum." Well he does have a British accent so that would seem to rule out it being the same guy. Maybe he has a British brother? You follow along with him out to the car that also looks like the exact same one as the one you took to the airport, albeit with the steering wheel on the objectively wrong side.\n\n"Which hotel are we going to?" you ask as he sets off on the objectively wrong side of the road.\n\n"No hotel, mum," he answers in his objectively wro-, wait, no, the accent's fine. "We need to go directly to your dropoff. After that I'll take you to whichever hotel you like."\n\nRight to work, huh? Well, this is literally a business trip, after all. Suppressing your disappointed sigh lest you look unprofessional, you settle in as he makes his way through the streets. Still, you'd assumed that whatever trainer would need the laptop in the morning at the earliest, it's fairly late at night here. When the driver pulls to a stop, he hands you a small sealed envelope that you open after a brief confused glance. It has a floor and office number on it... ah, must be an updated bit of your itinerary or some business emergency went down or whatever. You get out of the car and wheel the laptop bag along behind you as you head inside the office building, summoning an elevator and hitting the button for the appropriate floor. Once there, you glance around for the right office, then make your way over and knock on the door.\n\nAfter a moment a twenty-something blonde man in black slacks and a black turtleneck opens it. Another, older man with dark, close-cropped hair dressed the same way is further inside, behind the desk (which already has a computer on it). "You're from the company," the older guy says, half-question half-statement, as you walk past the dubious-looking younger man.\n\n'Black guys with British accents are so sexy,' you think a bit dreamily, before forcing yourself back to professional thoughts. "That's right, I'm-" Oh right, the itinerary said that you should stick to using your employee number when you introduce yourself to the field trainers. Luckily you memorized it since you read said itinerary twenty times on the flight. "I'm LOR-99."\n\n"Ninety-nine. I'm S-7," he answers with a bob of the head, sharp cheekbones and square chin a little bit stark but quite handsome in the moonlight. (Is sitting in the dark wearing identical business casual clothes the new 'execubro' trend or something? Does TrainInc. offer training in execubro trends?) "You have the laptop?"\n\n"Yes sir, right here," you answer cheerfully, collapsing the extendable handle and lifting it up by its strap instead to display it.\n\n"Good, leave it on the table."\n\n<hr>\n[["Anything else I can do?"|CelSpy1x2]]\n\n[["You got it!"|CelSpy2x1]]

"Hungry?" Dean repeats with a blink.\n\n"Yeah, like... half-starved," you admit with a frown, then look down, eyes locking on the bulge in the front of his jeans. "... Hey, take your pants off."\n\n"WHAT?!" he squeaks, eyes going wider than you think you've ever seen.\n\n"Yeah, c'mon Dean, gimme your cock," you say as if it was the most reasonable request in the world, actually reaching out to slide your fingers into the waistband of his jeans, giving them a tug. "Lemme suck it, I'm hungry."\n\n"Cyanwaitwhatnowecan't!" he blurts, grabbing at your wrists and trying feebly to hold them still, though he jumps a little as your index finger moves and brushes against the base of his dick. "CYAN!"\n\n"Deeeean c'moooon," you whine, like you were trying to convince one of your parents to buy you an ice cream. "I'm super hungry, a load of your cum would really hit the spot, pleeease?"\n\nYou can hear his heart hammering and taste his arousal at your words, his resistance gradually crumbling, but he's still trying to hold out. "Cyan, c-c'mon, you're not yourself, actually think!"\n\n<hr>\n[["... oops..."|GGMon]]\n\n[["I am myself!"|GGMon]]\n\n[["Hm, maybe this instructional video will help convince you."|GGMon]]\n\n[["ASSUMING DIRECT CONTROL!"|GGMon]]

Ohhh, so that's what it is! Honey is worried that you might be lonely all by yourself in the house... and moreover, that you might not be 100% safe since he's gone so much, including on the occasional business trip.\n\nWell, it's true... Honey does work very long hours, considering that he's trying to establish himself in the company and move up. And being one of the newest and most ambitious employees, he does tend to volunteer for business trips (or be volunteered for them). So Honey is, sadly, often late getting home or even away from home. But he's always assured you that it's just a temporary thing until he can work his way up the company!\n\nStill, it's nice that he notices and worries about you, you suppose. Hm... what to suggest to allay his worries?\n\n<hr>\n[[Get a dog.|Ther]]\n\n[[Make a friend in the neighborhood.|Ther]]\n\n[[Invite a roommate.|Ther]]\n\n[[Assure him everything's fine.|Ther]]\n\n[[Make light of his concerns.|Ther]]

This is the upper level of your hab area. Specifically it's the central part where you can access all the other "nice" areas in the habitation facility. So it's pretty much just a sort of stripped-down version of the downstairs... there's a few places to sit, lounge, or fuck should the mood take you, but mostly this is a place to go between the rooms on the upper hab.\n\n<hr>\n[[Leisure Area.|Capture-HabLA]]\n\n[[Dining Room.|Capture-HabDR]]\n\n[[Bathroom.|Capture-HabBR]]\n\n[[Bedroom.|Capture-HabBed]]\n\n[[Main hab.|Capture-HabArea]]

Minikin are pretty cute either way, you've gotta admit, though if you're gonna look at something cute it may as well be a cute boy. You select the male minikin, and the character model moves to take center screen, going through a motion of jumping in place with his feet swinging up and back and his fists in the air. How "genki".\n\nThe character model is has dark purple hair and black cat ears and a tail... ah, the rarer but still much lusted-after catboy. He's short and lean, very much the active-looking sort, wearing the fantasy game equivalent of a tanktop and shorts. \n\nAs expected, you're then asked to choose a class for him.\n\n<center>Choose your hero's path to glory!</center>\n\n[[Bard|GGWOW5x2]]\n\n[[Warrior|GGWOW7x1]]

"Let's land in the jungle, and I'll approach from the ground," you say after a moment.\n\n"Understood. I'll plot an angle of descent that will avoid detection by their sensor net," JADIS replies as the planet tilts slightly in the viewscreen and begins to grow larger. "On approach, I will note that I wish to make an unusual recommendation."\n\n"Oh? Unusual?" you prompt curiously.\n\n"While I typically urge you, or the prior you as it were, to wear your armor more often, in this case I believe that would be ill-advised. The energy field it puts out would chase off some of the smaller fauna and repel dangerous flora... but might conversely draw in various megafauna or more dangerous predators that typically avoid the area."\n\n"What, they think it glows pretty or something?"\n\n"A vague and unserious but somewhat accurate assessment... the sensation it provokes in some predators is 'curiosity', I suppose one could call it. For this reason, it might be best to proceed through most of the area in your base suit, and only summon your armor when you arrive closer to the base."\n\n<hr>\n[[Agree.|GGMS]]\n\n[[But I wanna wear the cool armor!|GGMS]]

"... Nope," you announce aloud, before turning and taking off running. \n\nThe thing behind you howls, which really just encourages you to put everything you have into running, and in this body that's quite a lot. You're not gonna do something stupid either like look behind you and wind up running headlong into the monster that's somehow managed to get ahead of you. You do hear it behind you yowling and shrieking, occasionally further away, occasionally seeming nearer. It's only once you haven't heard it in a good long time that you even consider slowing down. When it doesn't immediately leap out at you from the moment you show weakness, you come to a stop and try to catch your breath a bit, taking a look around.\n\nUnfortunately, it looks like while you were focusing on getting away and not looking behind you, you didn't pay quite enough attention to what was ahead. There's no sign whatsoever of the path you were on, just trees scattered around with no real breaks. You're literally lost in the dark, scary woods, that's just great. Though as you're pondering how dark it is and if you're likely to be eaten once that thing tracks you down, you notice that there is some light ahead.\n\nSoon the light resolves into a lantern, silver and beautiful, which also kind of describes the woman holding it, tall and pretty and pale, full-breasted and -hipped, wearing a flowing, thin white gown with a soft glow to it. Her long pale hair falls down her back and over her shoulders, the parts of it falling over her breasts probably the only reason you can't see her nipples through the thin garment. She blinks big blue eyes slowly, once, at the sight of you, then smiles.\n\n"As you do not seem a bandit, you must be a traveler lost on these roads. I would not leave any soul out here in the woods to fend for themselves, let alone one who means no one any harm. Please, come with me," she continues, holding out one long, slender hand unmarked by callouses. "You shall spend the night in safety in my home."\n\n<hr>\n[[Oh, whew, thank goodness.|GGMonk]]\n\n[[Hahahano.|GGMonk1x8]]

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

At the moment it seems like your best idea is to just get out of his way and wait for him to leave, rather than risk bumping into him or provoking him or something. The shower's easy enough to duck into, though you suppress a mild yelp as the still slightly cold water hits your skin and quickly drenches you. Still, at least it starts to warm up as you watch your father wander around the bathroom, messing with the drawers and cabinets. You continue to do your best to keep your gaze above his waist, though it doesn't help. For a, well, for a Dad-aged guy he's kept himself in shape, and the lines of his chest and stomach keep wanting to draw your gaze and lead you right back to his cock.\n\n"Aw crap," you mutter as he seems to notice the shower running, making faint motions as if taking off his own (nonexistant) clothes. Scrambling back to press against the wall, you watch as he steps into the shower and starts making somnolent motions of washing... which, well, you guess is mostly just rinsing. His naked, now wet and dripping body is now a mere matter of inches away from your own naked, dripping body, his now fully hard prick wobbling in the air. Despite the actual distance between you and it, it really feels like every time it's coming close to brushing against your belly, and you find yourself panting softly, face heated by more than the warm water. You feel like you can't really do anything but stare right at him as he sleepshowers, though occasionally you glance at the door, wondering if it would have been better if you had made a break for it.\n\n"Wait wait wait no no no," you hiss through your teeth as your father's hazy washing motions drift into him wrapping a hand around his cock. You swallow hard, trying to keep your eyes turned away, but the constant stroking motion he starts up is always visible out of the corner of your eye. Your gaze keeps getting drawn back again, down to that really big, really nice-looking cock that would be an absolute joy to be in the presence of if it weren't attached to your sleeping father. You try again and again to look away, but every time your eyes are drawn back you linger longer, until finally you're just outright watching him jerk off in the shower a few inches away from you. You wind up staring, watching the droplets of water falling off the lines of his fingers and dripping down off his balls, the slightly slicker, more glistening lines in front that show the water's mingled with his pre.\n\nYou worry your lower lip with your teeth as he starts to moan, his sleeping face gently contorted with pleasure as he very obviously gets closer and closer. Your wet thighs gently rub together without you even really thinking about it, and though the air has long since warmed and filled with steam your nipples are still little pink diamonds jutting from the tips of your breasts. Then your father lets out a lower, more shuddering moan, almost like a breathy near-word of relief as his cock twitches in his hand, firing off long, thick ropes of cum that spatter all over your flat, wet stomach and even against the undersides of your breasts, painting you with their warmth that quickly goes sliding and dripping down the front of your crotch as the steam of the shower thins them out.\n\nYour father makes a contented noise, then does a few more quick washing motions before stepping out of the shower. You're left leaning against the wall dazed, vaguely noticing that he takes your towel and shuffles out drying himself off.\n\nThen, before you even think of it, you're tucking a hand between your legs and frantically frigging yourself, fingers working your clit hard and fast as you buck your hips and moan. The fact that you can feel your father's cum dribbling down onto your pussy as you work your fingers over it overwhelms your brain and you cum in almost no time at all, back arching as you actually add a fairly heavy gush of girlcum to all the water still circulating across the floor. Panting, your head swimming and spots drifting across your vision, you slump against the wall to catch your breath. Then, moving almost as mechanically as your dad did, you clean yourself up and get out of the shower, snagging another towel and drying off as you head back to your room.\n\nDropping the towel to the floor, you flop into bed naked, staring up at the ceiling. Might be a little cliche, but you're at something of a loss to come up with a better reaction than 'Well <i>that</i> just happened.' Damn... your dad just jerked off in front of you. In fact he jerked off all over you. ... And you <i>really</i> got off on it. In fact just laying in bed, you can't get the image of his cock, hard and dripping and throbbing, out of your head, and you find your hand wandering back down between your legs, slowly stroking and rubbing again. \n\n'I need to get fucked,' you think as you bring your other hand up to start toying with one of your breasts, your cheeks reddening.\n\nYou absolutely need to get a cock in you. Somehow that's the inescapable conclusion from what just happened. You just absolutely, utterly have to get fucked. And part of you... really wants your father to be the one to do the fucking. Even considering the idea sends an excited shiver through you, your pussy and nipple abruptly more sensitive under your touch. But obviously there's, uh, a <i>lot</i> wrong with that idea. Maybe you'd be better off just finding a, well, a sex friend your own age. ... Or another older guy that was, ahem, similar to someone else.\n\n<hr>\n[[Find a teenage sex friend.|GGParent]]\n\n[[Find an older sex friend.|GGParent]]\n\n[[... Fuck your dad.|GGParent]]

"I mean I know it's basic, going with such a classic 'sexy monster', I mean a lot of the purist monsterfuckers don't even count them as monster girls," you say with a snort, resting your hands on your hips.\n\n"Ah, yeah, I've seen those conversations. Unless they're like, weird types where you're trying to downplay the human look," Dean agrees with a nod. "But you like the more standard type, huh?"\n\n"Yup! Classic pretty girl with horns, tail, and wings," you declare proudly. "I mean totally mix it up, even get wild and creative with the horns and wings and stuff, but you've still gotta have 'em on an otherwise hot girl, right? If you get too weird with it it's not even a monstergirl anymore, it's just a monster, and that's a whole different..."\n\n"Um... what is it?" Dean asks a little anxiously as you trail off and frown.\n\n"Dunno, I feel weird. Kinda... hot," you add, fanning your face a bit with one hand. Which is weird because nothing seems to have changed about the actual frigid temperature in here, Dean's not showing a bit of sweat despite still being in his hoodie. Actually... you kind of know exactly what sort of heat is suffusing your body, and it's making you blush beyond merely feeling hot, because your nipples have gotten so stiff it's like they're trying to drill holes right through the fabric of your shirt. Luckily Dean seems not to have really noticed, and there's no way for him to know that your panties are now sticking to you from how suddenly wet you are. If he notices your general squirming, he doesn't seem to have pieced together the way you're rubbing your thighs against each other while really trying not to.\n\n"Uh, I mean, I'm not sure how much colder I could get it in here without it being, like, a fridge or something," he admits sheepishly with a glance at the door. "Um, maybe you're coming down with something? Do you want me to call your parents, or like... something?"\n\n"I dunno, I-" You cut yourself off with a loud moan... a loud, <i>pleasured</i> moan. This time Dean really can't miss the implications, his eyes widening and cheeks reddening, even as he looks worried and confused at you hugging your belly and leaning forward.\n\n"Cyan?! Are you okay?! Cyan, y-" This time it's him that cuts off, partly at you giving another sensual moan... but at the sight of your breasts starting to expand in your shirt. "W-w-w-w-w-whaaaa?!"\n\nYou'd like to know the answer to that too, but you're sort of distracted by the pulses and throbs of intense pleasure passing through your body, concentrating in a few spots... and your expanding breasts are one of them. Other spots are your head, your upper back, the base of your spine... from there it spreads out through the rest of your body to various intensities. It's like... you're masturbating with your whole body, and those spots of intense pressure are your clit, as little sense as that makes. It's hard to think coherently as you're consumed by a pleasure so intense it's like a constant orgasm, and yet without quite the fulfillment of cumming, just lingering on an edge that's beyond any you've gone to before as your body changes. Your skin smoothes, becoming not just pale but perfect and without a hair below your eyebrows or any other flaw, every little waft of the air currents from the AC feeling as sensual and pleasurable as the brushes of a fingertip over your nipples. Which are still incredibly hard, and every rub and brush of the fabric of your shirt over them as your breasts continue their slow, steady expansion feels good enough that it would have been an orgasm all on its own any other time. You can feel something pushing out from your head, from your lower back, can hear cloth ripping at the bursts of pressure-pleasure from your shoulderblades. There's one last push simultaneously from everywhere... a flap at your back, a lash from down below, a click from near your head, a final wobble of your tits expanding, and you go crashing over the edge, giving the sluttiest wail of climax of your entire life as you drop to your knees, shuddering from a full-body climax.\n\nYou're still lightheaded and awash in the whiteout when you hear Dean's voice calling, "Cyan...? Cy-Cyan, is that still you? Are you okay?"\n\n'He's hard,' is your first thought, tongue flicking across your lips briefly before you even realize that you didn't even look, you just knew, let alone parsing your reaction to it. You blink a few times, forcing your thoughts back on track as you focus your eyes on him. "Yeah... yeah, I think I'm okay."\n\n"What... happened to you?" he asks, swallowing hard.\n\nYou stand up carefully, newly expanded breasts wobbling with the motions. More to confirm what you can feel and see for yourself, and what seems obvious, than anything else you turn towards Dean's mirror. What you see is about what you expected, though also decidedly not. You have horns now for sure, curling from just above and behind your (now pointed) ears and coming to just behind the front of your forehead, but they look like they were made by someone who layered circuitboards together, cut them out, and polished and shaped them like a knife blade, their surface smooth and gleaming, mostly shiny green but with delicate lines of gold, silver, and splotches of black. The wings that tore out through the back of your shirt are fairly thin, but trimmed in what looks a lot like black plastic, with the fronts of them smooth and matte... and displaying streaming lines of green text 'raining' down from above. You can see your tail lashing behind you, and snag it to bring around, shivering a little at the strangely pleasurable sensation. It's a long, thin, slightly tapering black rubber cable where it emerges from your tailbone, all the way down to the end where it splits a number of times into different gold-tipped prongs... among them USB, HDMI, and Cat-5.\n\n"Oh great, I'm not just a succubus I'm an E-thot," you mutter, the plugs giving a little twitch on their small cables to go with your annoyance.\n\n"Succubus? You're... you're really a succubus?" Dean says with a gulp.\n\n"I mean... seems kind of obvious, despite being impossible?" you say as you turn back towards him, shrugging (and unable to help smirking a little as his eyes flick down towards the jiggle of your tits when you do). "I mentioned a succubus, and even said 'get interesting with the horns, wings, and tail'. Now this," you add, releasing your tail and giving it a deliberate wiggle in the air, which is way easier than you thought it would be. "That's definitely no coincidence."\n\n"But how?" Dean asks, glancing around... then looking at the shirt. "I mean... that's the only new thing here, right? You don't think it could...?"\n\nYou step closer and lean in, Dean freezing and going beet red again as you pinch the shoulder of the shirt, lifting it closer to your face as you straighten up and giving a sniff. "Hm. It <i>does</i> kinda smell magic."\n\n"... What does magic smell like?" Dean asks, his expression somewhere between dubious and fascinated... as well as still very red.\n\nYou open your mouth... then close it, frowning. "Um. No idea. I just apparently know what it smells like. I mean I almost want to say it smells like... green. Or the number seven." You blink again. "Huh, I think I'm synesthesic now, that's neat."\n\n"So it's some sort of cursed shirt or something, that turns you into a monster girl if you say its name? But... I'm the one wearing it, why did it do it to you?" Dean asks, obviously struggling to think clearly despite the fact that your now head-sized tits are almost brushing against him. "Uh, I mean, are you cursed? Do you feel okay?"\n\n"Hrm." You straighten up, actually bumping your tits against him (which practically knocks him over, though you doubt it's from the literal force of impact) as you consider. "I guess... mostly I feel..."\n\n<hr>\n[["Hungry."|GGMon2x2]]\n\n[["Horny."|GGMon]]\n\n[["Submissive."|GGMon3x1]]

"Let's go take a look at the kitchen. It seemed kind of cool in the movie, I want to see if it really looks like that."\n\nTurns out, it does and it doesn't. There's a large dining room adjacent to the kitchen with a long table and numerous once-elegant chairs, now scattered, weathered, and some faded and chipped from too much sun through the windows. The kitchen itself is a little more cramped than it looked onscreen... probably shooting at angles from the dining room to make it seem bigger. Either that, or there's just a sense of... wrongness... as you walk along the tiles around the island, looking at all the pantries, the rusting cookware, the near-relic refrigerator (which, oddly enough, still seems to be humming away quietly).\n\nYou almost jump out of your skin at a sudden loud, metallic clanking. Whirling, you spot Leslie with a hand reached up, trying to still the dangling pots and pans she disturbed where they're hanging over the island. "Sorry," she says sheepishly. You glare at her briefly, before you both burst into giggles. Then she makes a little noise of interest, crossing to one of the counters. "Hey, look. It's the bell."\n\n"The bell that they used to summon their horrible cannibal cook?" you reply with a grin, walking over as well. You look at the dark metal hand bell. "Huh, does look like it. Probably the prop... they either left it here or that Shandor guy tracked down the exact same kind to put in here."\n\n"Dare you to ring it," Leslie suggests impishly.\n\n"... And those are the doors down to the root cellar!" you call, attempting to distract your friend from her dare. "Where all the demon <i>rats</i> were!" you add with relish, using your fingers to make fangs and squeaking wickedly at Leslie. She yelps and smacks at you, mostly without any intent. Still, the payback for the recent scares feels good, you noticed she was pretty afraid of the "demon rats" when the movie was on.\n\n"Ooo, a root cellar," she says in a mocking tone, trying to play it off. Then she glances at the fridge. "Hey, y'think that thing's stocked?"\n\n"Oh, c'mon, you can't be hungry, you ate the most pizza out of any of us," you snort. Leslie may be the smallest and slightest built of the group, but she's a bottomless hole where food is concerned.\n\n"Hey, if there's food in there, I figure we paid for it, may as well eat it. Well, what do you think?"\n\n<hr>\n[[Ring the bell.|GGHHPlaceholder]]\n\n[[Go into the root cellar.|GGHH5x2]]\n\n[[Raid the fridge.|GGHHPlaceholder]]

You murmur, "Could I say something?"\n\n"It is your right to give a statement, if you wish, but please be careful," Edwina says softly, before turning back to the panel. "Your honors, my client would now like to make a statement in her own defense."\n\nYou spend a few moments thinking, before rising to your feet, doing your best to compose yourself completely before speaking. "Your honors, a lot of people did a lot of things wrong in this situation... myself among them," you admit with a sigh. "It was a situation where a lot of bad decisions came together and created the problem that has me before you now. I'm not going to point at any one of those things and say 'that's the only thing at fault' because that's just not true. Whoever thought of that program made a mistake, and I made a mistake with how I reacted to it... but in that sort of situation, didn't I at least have a right to demand to be free? I didn't understand what was going on, I didn't know where I was or who these people were, from my perspective all I knew was that I'd been kidnapped and then told my only other option was to be dumped on a strange planet far from my home. I won't pin everything on someone or something else, but I refuse to just say that it was all my fault, either. That's why I plead Not Guilty."\n\n"... Deliberating on your arguments." The lead judge sits back, lights beginning to flash on all their implants.\n\n"So what do you think?" you ask quietly as you look at Edwina.\n\n"This is already one of the longest deliberations I've ever seen," Edwina answers in a whisper, eyes flicking from you to the judging panel. "So I'd say you've at least given them something to think about."\n\nShortly after she's finished speaking, the head judge leans forward again. "We have taken your argument into account, as well as how you have composed yourself in this courtroom and the maturity of your response when given time to have a level head. It is this court's finding that you were indeed placed under undue mental stress during the incident... however, as you yourself note, you have committed a grievous error. That cannot be simply overlooked." The judge waits for you to hang your head for a moment, only continuing when you've looked up again. "But we see before us we see a young sentient with obvious potential. It would, in this court's opinion, be a waste to squander that potential in a detention facility. Cadet Cyan LaChance, you are hereby ordered to complete the basic three year course at the Space Ranger Academy. You will not be under any other special strictures, prohibitions, or restraints. Upon your successful graduation, you may either choose to accept a commission or be returned to your home planet. Should you in any way fail to meet these obligations, such as via desertion or failure to adhere to standards, your judgment shall be reverted to the original plea deal: serving out the remainder of your assigned tour of duty in a detention facility." He reaches forward to press a button, an echoing <b>THOOM-THOOM</b> thumping through the room.\n\nYou're left standing there a bit numbly, until Edwina puts a hand on your shoulder and guides you out of the room. "Um, what just happened?" you ask once the two of you are in the hallway. \n\n"You've been set free... until the start of the semester in three days," Edwina says a little dryly. She pauses as the two of you arrive beside a uniformed guard, who steps forward and presses something to the collar at your neck, which pops open, leaving you rubbing at your throat a bit as Edwina nudges you forward again. "I think this is perhaps the best possible outcome that I couldn't have dared to imagine."\n\n"Well, it's three years instead of five, I guess," you agree with a sigh, shaking your head.\n\n"No, Cyan, I don't think you understand." Edwina stops and puts a hand on your arm, gently urging you to turn and face her. "You have been granted entrance into what is effectively a prestigious and well-respected school, purely on the grounds that you graduate from it. You are in no other way bound or constrained. During your time there you will be just like any other Cadet, able to go on leave and enjoy all the rights and privileges of a free sentient. When you graduate, whatever you decide to do, you will not have a criminal record, and likely little more than a small note in your file about this whole incident should you choose to continue on a career in the Space Rangers."\n\n"... So, seriously, I'm... free?" You glance at the nearby doors, which look like they lead out to some large open area with a railing around it.\n\n"As long as you show up for orientation at Space Ranger Academy in three days, yes." Edwina smiles at you, then mms. "Being that you're from an unaligned planet, you might have a difficult time getting around. Would you like to stay with me until then?"\n\n"Er... that's awfully nice of you," you say, since that seems like just a good statement of fact while you're processing that the offer was even made. \n\n"You may be my assigned client, but you are nevertheless my client, and I never turn my back on a client in need. If you were able to convince the judge council of your sincerity, I'm willing to put some faith in you as well. I won't be home much, but you may stay at my apartment until it's time for orientation, and I'll give you a ride there on the day. However, as noted, you are currently a free woman, so you may do as you like."\n\n<hr>\n[[Stay with Edwina.|GGSR]]\n\n[[Fly solo.|GGSR12x2]]

* <b>Main:</b> Warrior Cyan can [[make a decision|GGWar2x4]] about the misfit party's plans.\n* <b>Main:</b> When helping Harold for his father, Eric can now discover he's got [[pervy fetishes|HerschelHorse7x2]]. (What, in this game?)\n* <b>Main:</b> The young adult male option Billy has been renamed Gwyn to be more distinctive, and has been started.\n* Warrior Cyan can now [[avoid the other party|GGWar2x2]] as well.\n* More work on various bits of Gwyn.\n* <b>Main:</b> Pirate Cypher, after being dumb enough to not put his helmet up, can now [[pick a bunk to collapse on|BadCypher2x3]].\n* <b>Main:</b> Cyan can now [[give away|GGMCE4x1]] the "Official Monster Girl Trainer" shirt.\n* More work on Gwyn here and there.\n* <b>Main:</b> Catgirl Erica can now give Freia [[a chomp|RunFF6x9]].\n* <b>Main:</b> After showing himself to Leena and Garri, Eric can declare he [[doesn't want to go back to Earth|StarCirc2x1]].\n* <b>Main:</b> Incubus Jamie can now [[fuck Maya's pussy|QOFam4x2]] during the foursome.

It was really nice of Bellweather to invite you in the first place, you don't want to keep him waiting or disappoint him. And most importantly, you want that dinner! Ignoring Jakson's earlier cautions, you take off at a light run down the north path.\n\nAt first you really don't think there's going to be much of a problem. The path is pretty clear, there's the moon and still some light in the sky, and you're making good time. Unfortunately the further along you go the more the trees grow in overhead. The path is still hard-packed and mostly obvious as long as you're looking for it, but grass has started growing in here and there which means you need to keep looking for it. Soon the rather leafless branches of the dark trees have grown together densely enough that it's a fairly solid canopy, letting in just enough moonlight for you to make out the trail by. (Luckily you seem to have pretty decent night vision.) So, yeah, it's a tad scary, but hey, so far you haven't been jumped by bandits or anything and you think you're probably almost halfway there, so there's that!\n\nOf course about that time you hear the crack of sticks and brush, and stop to whirl around at the sound of an eerie snarl. Something is looming out of the deep shadows at the roadside... what, you can't even begin to guess, since it's almost like the darkness from the forest is coming with it as it starts to come into the barely-there light of the path. It's very big, that you can tell, and you think it's fairly shaggy, but other than its size and its fur all you can make out is a set of large, round, solid glowing red eyes. It gives another eerie yowl, raising those long arms menacingly.\n\n<hr>\n[[Stand and fight!|GGMonk1ax1]]\n\n[[Hahahano.|GGMonk1x7]]

Which slave do you want to put through reclamation?\n\n<<if $mbtifa is true>>[[Misogybot Tifa Lockhart|Capture-MBTifa-Reclamation]]<br><<endif>><<if $sluttifa is true>><br>[[Slut Tifa Lockhart|Capture-RRTifa-Reclamation]]<<endif>>\n\nIf you've decided not to reclamate a slave, or you don't have any, you can always [[leave|Capture-HabLL]] or [[go out and get a new slave|Capture-MissionRoom]].

Ah, lunchtime, the time to settle in with your <strike>minions</strike> best girlfriends and discuss important things. Like who needs to be crushed, who needs to be fawned over, which Hollywood stars need to take their shirts off in every single movie they're in, stuff like that. It's in the midst of these weighty issues that someone catches your eye... someone that you haven't seen before. You turn your head, staring a bit at the out-of-place element in your nice, familiar world.\n\n"Layla? What's up?" one of the others asks you.\n\n"That new girl over there," you murmur, narrowing your eyes. "She-"\n\n<hr>\n[["-is such a nerd!"|MeanSima1x1]]\n\n[["-looks just like me!"|MeanMirror]]\n\n[["-looks way richer!"|MeanNG]]

*<b>Main:</b> Jamie can now suggest that he and Maya look at the "[[Poshuns|QOMaya1x1]]" in the magic book. He can also choose "[[Anh Ihmppe to Sarvh Yoo|QOBook1x1]]" under the summoning options.\n*<b>Main:</b> Jack can now anticipate his son asking for [[more dubious things|JackBoyStart]].\n*<b>Main:</b> Celeste can now check out more [[obviously dubious|CelesteStart]] job listings too.\n-Update 2-\n* More of Celeste at Independent Films.\n* More of Jamie and Maya after Maya drinks the pleasing potion.\n* <b>Main:</b> After touching the longsword, Eric can now [[run away|EricMFStart]] from the attacking bandits.\n-Update 3-\n* More of fighter Eric after running away.\n*<b>Main:</b> Jamie can try the [[pentagram key|QOKeys1x2]] again.\n-Update 4-\n* More of Jamie and his new sisters.\n* Eric can approach the adventurer staring at him in the guild.

"Listen, this shouldn't be a competition," you say, keeping your voice even. "We're heroes, we're not supposed to be against each other, we're supposed to help each other!"\n\nYou hear a loud snort from a bit further off. "You obviously haven't read a comic in awhile," one of the other students says.\n\n"No, I haven't," you admit easily enough, setting your hands on your hips and raising your voice to make sure he hears you. "But I know that we're supposed to be training here to help people! And how can we help other people if we won't even help other heroes?" That seems to be getting some attention, and you even see a couple of shamefaced looks, including from the guy who spoke out. "If we want to be heroes and not just a bunch of people in costumes, we ought to actually help each other get through the maze, instead of just trying to show off!"\n\n"Yeah, you're right," Cait says after only a brief pause, nodding. "Good point, Amanda."\n\n"Yeaaaah... guess ya got a poiiint," Bryan murmurs, kicking the ground.\n\nBefore much more can be said, there's a loud tone from all the hidden speakers, and soon people are rushing towards the entrances. "I'll go left, Cait, you go right!" you call.\n\n"Sure!"\n\nBryan turns to follow you, coiling his legs into cartoon-like springs and launching himself up, neck stretching as he looks around. "Looks like we should go this way!" he says, pointing towards the next turn.\n\n"Dead end over here!" calls someone else from nearby.\n\n"I've got a straightaway on the second left!"\n\n"The curved path near the start just loops back on itself, avoid it!"\n\nSoon more and more people are calling out what they find in the maze, the strategy spreading from the people that were near you at the start to others who clearly see the appeal. People group back up, use their powers to look over the top of the maze, and in a few cases even tear holes in the (surprisingly durable) maze itself to make paths through for each other.\n\nBy the time you, Bryan, and Cait (who you hooked back up with partway through) make it to the other side, it looks like a handful of students have arrived before you... but the majority of them are actually coming out with you, a large crowd emerging from the maze at roughly the same time, with a few stragglers hurrying to catch up. Miss Malice is waiting in front of what looks like a large, slightly futuristic school building made of white stone (or maybe it's metal?) off further behind her, a smile on her face.\n\n"Wow! <i>Great</i> job, everybody! Been awhile since we had an entrance exam where people realized they could work together as a group! Gold star for pretty much everyone!" She looks down at the tablet and pokes at it (carefully), since she's wearing some sort of little clawlike wire cases over her actual fingertips. "Your cooperation has been factored into your evaluations, and no matter where you actually are in the ranking, I promise you that you all got assessed <i>significantly</i> higher if you participated in helping others through the maze! That said, we still have a top five, so if you'd step forward as I call your names. Tricia Thornton! Aleksi Aranov! Amanda Mayhew! Kimiko Kusanagi! Blake Bastion!"\n\nYou blink. You... made the top five? But you didn't even do that much, you felt like! You give Cait and Bryan a shocked look, then step forward out of the crowd to go and stand in front of Miss Malice with the other four. Tricia is another blonde, blue-eyed girl, though she's got a somewhat leaner build than you and a cool expression on her face, as if neither surprised nor flattered at possibly being the top entrant of the year. Aleksi is a very pretty... boy? You think boy. Very slender and flat-chested, at least, but also very pretty, with very pale blue eyes and white hair, part of which is drawn back in a high ponytail, but the rest left loose to drift around his slender shoulders, baring his pointed ears. Kimiko seems pretty normal, just cute with dark brown hair pulled into a pair of long twintails, dark eyes, and... well, she's almost as sleek and flat-chested as Aleksi, though you're guessing her pink sweater isn't doing her any favors (though the black pleated skirt shows off her long, slender legs very well). Blake is... uh, wow, he's hot. Another pretty boy, but very very definitely a boy, with red eyes and short, artfully tousled black hair with a streak of white in it, tall, wearing a black hoodie, pants, and combat boots, and a devil-may-care smirk on his lips. 'That... is a bad boy,' you can't help but think, your heart doing a little flutter. Oh gosh are you a good girl that likes bad boys that's so stereotypical but gosh is he nice to look at.\n\n"Alright, top five, if you'll follow me we'll get your curriculums planned and your rooms assigned. The rest of you should head to the main building and gather in the entryway, where you'll be assigned your dorm rooms and over the course of the rest of the day, I and other counselors will be calling you in to talk about your class assignments!"\n\nYou and the other four follow Miss Malice as she heads off to the side, to what seems to be some sort of administration building. You're each put into what looks like a small meeting room, and you spend some time by yourself waiting for the teacher to return, still kind of shocked that you somehow made it into the top five. Eventually the door opens and the scantily-clad woman sashays in, her every movement elegant and sexy right up until she flops heavily into the chair across the table from you. \n\n"So, first of all, great job today," she says cheerfully, flipping through what you assume is your file. "It wouldn't be unfair to say that everyone else in the top five was, at least partially, benefiting from your plan, since a large portion of what factored into their own top spots was their ability to make use of the information other students were giving and to take leadership of other students working together to get through the maze. At least a few of them would probably have made the top five anyway doing something similar, but you put it all in motion."\n\n"Oh, um, thank you, ma'am," you say, bobbing your head.\n\n"Nah, no need for 'ma'am'," Miss Malice scoffs, closing the file. "Or I guess do it if you want to, I'm just not super formal, comes from being on both sides of the line at one point or another. Anyway, having ranked in the top five, you get a bit more, shall we say, agency than the other students in the test. Specifically, you get some choices about how your education as a hero will play out." Grinning, she folds her hands over her stomach and continues. "First of all, you can choose to stay with the rest of the top five and form a sort of elite class. The five of you will effectively be a student superhero team for the next four years, with the idea that you'll probably stick together after graduation, though obviously that's up to all of you. Another option is that we can simply put you in the general high-end hero courses, with the idea that you'll be looking at a more solo-focused career, though obviously that's the one that gives you the widest range of options after graduation... join an existing team, strike out on your own, become a city's iconic hero, that's basically all within your grasp there."\n\nWhile you're turning that over in your head, Miss Malice shrugs. "Or some people don't like being sort of singled out like that and grouped into an 'elite', so if you'd rather, we can put you in the general course classes. You'd probably wind up in the same class as your two friends you made today. Now, most likely, your class's teacher <i>would</i> be expecting you to step up and take a leadership role in the class, but how that would go is sort of up to you. And I'll stress, none of these are bad or lesser options. A hero team that trained together from the beginning can be a powerful force for good in the world, as can an all-around well-trained hero, so both of those are a path to helping a lot of people. Same with going into the general classes... you've shown an ability to pull others up with you, so I don't doubt that you'd improve the learning curve of the class you wound up in. Either way, you're on track for a better dorm room and more focus from teachers, so you just do what you think is best."\n\n<hr>\n[[Stick with the top five.|SweetHero]]\n\n[[Go into the high end classes.|SweetHero]]\n\n[[Join the general classes.|SweetHero]]

<b>Deviville</b>\nThe town where most of the characters make their home (at least to start with). A smallish town that is both exceedingly normal and has numerous oddities about it. Some of the adult characters commute to nearby Convenieton for work. It's in the same state as Springfield. \n\n<b>The Deviloka Tribe</b>\nA tribe of Native Americans that lived in the region where Deviville was eventually built. (The town takes its name from them.) A very odd group of people, they never made many enmities nor alliances with other tribes, and made it through the colonial period relatively unscathed, though they had already become fairly rare by then.\n\nDeviloka actually didn't seem very interested in preserving the history and culture of their tribe. In fact, around the beginning of the 20th century, many of them seemed to make a concerted effort to clam up, and most modern Devilokan descendants know very little about their tribal ancestors.\n\nPlayer characters who are part Deviloka: Samantha (1/4, on both parents' side), Thaddeus (1/16th)\n\n<b>Raptarrans</b>\nA race of extremely intelligent, extremely technologically advanced aliens that resemble large (featherless) velociraptors. Their society is post-scarcity and has developed to the point that they have not encountered an actual military threat or match in ten generations. Male Raptarrans especially don't have much in the way of a sexual orientation other than "can you make it stay still long enough to stick your dick in", so much of their society revolves around finding non-Raptarrans to do naughty things to.\n\n<b>Fast Felipe's Fiesta Funhouse</b>\nFast Felipe's Fiesta Funhouse is a chain of family restaurants that began appearing in the late seventies and early eighties. Their main mascot was a rather transparent ripoff of a certain other speedy mouse, and their other characters display a similar level of "homage" to cartoons of the time period. Fast Felipe's attempted to distinguish itself from other chains emerging at roughly the same time by serving Mexican food instead of pizza and by focusing on animatronics rather than suit actors. They briefly flourished through the eighties, until the owner of the chain overextended themselves in the early nineties by attempting to open a theme park, "Fast Freddie's Fabulous Funpark". The park was a massive failure, and the chain just barely saved itself from being closed altogether. It survives in a dilapidated form, half because of parents with nostalgia glasses who think their kids will love going to Fast Felipe's and half because of parents that are just too cheap to take their kids somewhere nicer.\n\n<b>White MESA</b>\n<i>M</i>echanical <i>E</i>xperimental <i>S</i>cience<i>A</i>gent\nThe MESA series of androids are pseudobiological entities that mimic actual humans in most respects... among other things they're capable of bleeding, healing over time, and even becoming pregnant. The materials they're made of do make them significantly more durable than a normal human, and they require a very small amount of food and rest. The biggest difference is that their brains are partially artificial, and almost all of them have had their eyes replaced by cybernetic optics of various levels of realism. The series is denoted by colors, and White just happens to have been the most successful and least frivolous of her production line... as well as the best at dealing with her intelligent, demanding, and borderline murderous "older sister".\n\n<b>Deviville High Freshman Cheer Squad</b>\nDeviville High's Freshman cheer squad are of course a group of girls who have joined the school's cheerleading elective. They go to the school's sporting events but are also heavily involved in competitive cheerleading as its own sport. [[Their descriptions can be found here.|CheersquadDescs]]

You yank and claw desperately at the jacket to try and get it off, shredding through leather and tossing it desperately at the male. He gives a yelp as whatever hit you apparently grazes him, making him release you and the both of you stumbling away from each other.\n\nYou recover to see him swiping and clawing at himself. Feeling a rush of anger in the aftermath of your pain, you hurl yourself at him, tackling him to the floor with your teeth already sinking into his throat. He claws and strikes at you as you taste sweet, hot, spicy blood flooding into your mouth and down your throat, but the taste only encourages you to clamp down harder. Eventually his struggles cease, and the flow of blood into your mouth slows. Raising your head and panting, you rise to your feet and turn towards the rest of the room.\n\n<b>BLAM-BLAM-BLAM-BLAM-BLAM</b>\n\nYou stare in shock at the sight of Daniels and the large revolver in his hand, smoke wafting up for it as he ejects the cylinder and starts reloading. You can sort of distantly feel painful heat spreading all through you, but even that is fading as you topple backwards, staring up at the ceiling, and then at Daniels as he steps up to you, sorrow etched on his face as he brings the gun up to point at your face.\n\n"Sorry, love."\n\n<hr>\n[[Game over.|Hellrise3xEnd]]

"No way, I can't actually be a demon, right?" you yelp, staring down at your bright red skin, your black-clawed hands, the black fur covering your legs below the knee and hooves for feet, and... and the absolute monster of a cock flopped over one of your thighs, showing off the hefty red balls settled between them.\n\n"Ah, no, I think you're actually a Tiefling," Koliel notes as you reach up and finger the horns growing from your forehead. "Someone descended from demons. ... Though I suppose technically you aren't descended from anyone since the reincarnation spell just creates a body?" She frowns thoughtfully, then shakes her head. "It's unfortunate that you might have to suffer prejudice for your appearance, but as said before once we reach Purnaster we should be able to have you returned to your normal sex and appearance, if you wish."\n\nYou slowly get to your fee-... er, hooves, trying to ignore the way your cock is hefty enough that you can feel it swaying around and bumping your thighs as you get up. You notice Koliel's eyes flick towards it, and you can't be sure but you think her face might turn slightly more red. Well, yours would too if you didn't currently share a complexion. You feel a strange tension behind you and glance over your shoulder at the spade-tipped tail flicking through the air. Yeah that figures. "So what now?" you ask, not bothering to try and cover yourself. It would be a futile gesture, and you find that despite the mild embarrassment of the situation, you don't actually feel that uncomfortable standing out in the open naked. \n\n"I can only cast Reincarnation once a day, even from the scrolls, so I'll revive the others over the next few days. It will take us quite some time to get back to Purnaster, unfortunately... the wyrm apparently either scattered or ate our horses, I wasn't really able to tell from how churned-up the area was and how quickly I moved on. Most immediately, I'd like to go to a nearby stream I can hear and apply some medicinal balm so I can cease being crimson."\n\n"Not quite as easy for me, but makes sense," you chuckle, receiving a sheepish nod of the head in return. You follow after her, luckily having no trouble moving on your differently-shaped legs. 'That's handy, I guess it's the same principle as when I got to this world in the first place,' you muse idly as the two of you arrive at the stream, Koliel shamelessly stripping off her already scanty gear and taking a small jar out of her bags. She wades in up to the knees before beginning to apply the stuff, smearing it over her breasts and belly, her skin where she spreads the oily balm quickly losing its irritated appearance and becoming soft and cream-colored again.\n\nYou watch her movements fairly shamelessly yourself, somehow completely lacking any sense of awkwardness at your voyeurism. In fact as your new cock begins to react, the somewhat equinoid shaft rising up and the flat-tipped head flaring around the edges, you simply reach down with one hand and begin stroking it, not even thinking about what you're doing. It just seems natural to shamelessly indulge your arousal as you watch the little show Koliel's putting on for you via acting like she's not putting on a show at all. You want her... in fact, you realize you could have her, there's something within you that you feel like you could fling it out towards her, confuse and dominate her mind, guarantee that she would do as you wish...\n\n<hr>\n[[Seduce her.|GGMonk]]\n\n[[Ensorcel her.|GGMonk]]\n\n[[Just jerk off.|GGMonk]]

You slowly open your eyes, trying to process that you apparently have eyes again. 'What?' you think sluggishly, blinking a few times, though that doesn't actually shut off much of the view ahead of you... that view being Tanya, still thoroughly demonized, but now sporting a large red cock that's jutting up in the air, apparently eager to be put to use. \n\n"Hey there we go!" Tanya croons. "I knew it would work, Errana owes me fifty bucks and a middle-aged man's soul."\n\n"Knew... what would work? What happened to me?" you say slowly, your voice seeming unusually thick and yet airy and distant.\n\n"Well, you got eaten by chickens. Duh," Tanya says with a snort. "Most people don't know how vicious those little shits are, actual velociraptors yeah? I just tagged on the joke about the Zelda thing, but you actually managed to provoke them hard enough. But it did give me a banger idea of what to do with your soul! Take a look!" she urges, gesturing to the full-length mirror nearby.\n\nYou realize that you're in the farmhouse's master bedroom again, but that it's deep night and there's no sound of fireworks outside... you must have cost everyone else on the farm their souls. It's with a heavy heart you turn towards the mirror... then stare.\n\nYou look like you... sort of. You're still shaped like you, but now almost your entire body seems to be made of some sort of translucent blue-green goo... a fairly solid sort, but you look wet all over, and can see bits of it dripping off, though the drippings disappear in midair somewhere before they hit the floor. Your hair definitely seems to be more of a solid mass of slime than individual strands, and you're the same color all over, making you look like someone made a Holly jello mold... with a skeleton suspended inside of it. Because the view of your clean white bones is entirely clear through the rest of your body, as is the round, faintly glowing crystal that floats in the center of your rib cage. 'Is that my-' you think faintly.\n\n"Your soul? Yup! Of course, that's just where I've put it to stabilize your new ghost body, I still have complete control over it," Tanya answers your unspoken thought smugly, stepping up behind you and reaching around, grabbing hold of your large translucent tits and starting to knead them roughly.\n\n"Ohhh-WHOOOA-oh-ohhhhhh," you moan out, unthinkingly sounding just like a stereotypical ghost as she squeezes and plays with your breasts, her fingers sinking into the yielding surface... and literally sinking in, pressing inside and stroking through the material before slipping out, then pushing two fingers into both of your molded ectoplasm nipples, making your tongue loll out as you writhe. "Wha... wha..."\n\n"Well you're made of a special kind of ectoplasm that I made out of the cum of other ghosts, babe," Tanya snickers as she slides her fingers back out of your nipples with a faint <i>shlrrrp</i> noise. "Meaning you are a special ghost, liche, whatever, that's basically made to be a perfect little orgasm-addicted sex slave, even if you were capable of disobeying. Now, on your knees."\n\nWithout thinking you turn and sink down onto your knees in front of her, even without being prompted obediently opening your mouth, the jaw of your skull visible angling down through your slime. Smirking, Tanya pushes her new cock past your lips, letting it angle downward through the slime of your throat, just as visible as your bones as she starts working it in and out. You find your hands raising to her hips and resting there almost worshipfully as your owner's dick stimulates your ectoplasm, having your face-slime fucked feeling even better than any stimulation your pussy ever got when you were alive. Finding yourself eager to please your mistress, you enclose your ectoplasm around her, no longer bothering with a tongue as you instead stroke and stimulate her with every bit of your substance you can spread across it.\n\nBut Mistress Tanya apparently decides she wants more and pulls out, stepping back and dropping into a sprawl on the bed, beckoning to you with a finger. Any thoughts but pleasing your mistress quickly leaking out of your goo-filled skull, you float into the air and up over onto the bed, spreading your legs wide and then lowering yourself down onto your mistress. You don't bother to form a pussy, just letting her penetrate the smooth surface between your legs and up into you, her large, bright red cock visible through the layer of translucent blue-green as it slips between your pelvis and far up into your belly, almost level with your ribcage. You start floating yourself up and down quickly, pleasuring your mistress's prick and showing her your bouncing solidified slime tits.\n\n"OoooOOOOOooooo!" you croon out. "OOOOoooOOOOOOOO!"\n\n"Zoinks," Tanya says smugly, moaning happily as she rests her hands on your gooey thighs and starts thrusting up into your substance.\n\nSoon your mistress is moaning happily, her cock trembling inside you as thick spurts of white cum visibly shoot out of her prick and drift through your ectoplasm, starting to mingle with it as you're properly claimed. Any last thoughts are washed away as you absorb your owner, master, creator's essence into yourself... dead people don't need to think, after all, apparently they just need to cum like good little ghostsluts.\n\n<hr>\n\n<b>Little Farm of Horrors</b> end - <i>Ectoplasmic ecstasy</i>

You heft down the Vulcanizer, then pause. Grinning, you activate the main station again, going back into the 'alternative ammo' option and selecting one of the different loadouts. A single panel opens up and extends a new magazine for the Vulcanizer, this one bright pink instead of the standard dark gunmetal as befitting the rest of the weapon. Exchanging it for the preloaded one, you do a quick check of the weapon, then prepare to set off.\n\nYou immediately step out into a well-lit area, and quickly duck back into a corner, activating your suit's stealth mode. Its blending ability doesn't have a lot to work with since the shadows here are fairly meager, but you don't seem to have immediately attracted any attention. Looks like you're in a department store. \n\nSince Britanny had a number of 'natural environments', you made sure that the adaptive programming could create them and essentially randomize them for hunting her. One of those environments is shopping. And you can see your target nearby too, seven feet of spotted sexbomb, wearing painted-on jeans and a tight little spandex top as she looks through the high-end clothes. Her tail is raised a bit, the tip twitching in excitement as the wherecheetah looks over price tags, quickly dismissing some of them as too low. She instead turns and marches over towards a different name brand, tits jiggling despite the support of her top.\n\n<hr>\n[[Attack!|CapBrit-Plush]]\n\n[[Stalk her.|CapBrit-Plush1x1]]

It takes a second of absolute silence for your brain to catch up and process what actually came out of your mouth. Your eyes widen and you clap a hand over your mouth, eyes flicking around to realize that everyone on the bridge is just staring at you. You're not sure if the expression on Captain Ztryp's face is unreadable because it's something you haven't seen on Zebroks before or if he's just carefully controlling his fury.\n\n"S-sir, I, um, I, I didn't, I mean, I j-just," you stammer, swallowing hard. "S-see, I have this friend, Telit, she's a Bluntok, and I think maybe uh... I... ummmmmm..."\n\nThe captain continues to stare at you, silent and expressionless.\n\nThen his lips curl up in a smirk.\n\nMoments later you're on your back on the deck bent almost double, squealing like a fucked pig as Ztryp's cock slams into your pussy relentlessly. His hefty black balls slap against your ass, sending little tremors out from the point of impact to meet the larger wobbles caused by his hips striking. Your teeth grit at the overwhelming feeling of that immense zebra dick pounding into you, the flared head buried deep within and pounding your insides, before your jaw soon goes slack and your tongue lolls out, eyes rolling and body trembling as you cum the first time in barely a minute, your pussy practically fountaining out a gush of girlcum to soak his balls, which only further spread your pussy juices out and splatter them against your skin and the deck every time they slap against you.\n\n"Well don't worry, I think we have just the position for you," Ztryp says, calmly and cheerfully, even as he stretches you out with that long, smooth black shaft, his hips relentlessly driving it into you with loud slaps of his hips and balls against your full thighs and ass. "It's been a while since this ship had a Relief Officer... informally known as the 'Ship's Slut', of course."\n\n"B-but Captain, sir!" Shiara blurts in a just slightly whiny tone from where she's standing nearby, watching with obvious jealousy in her eyes as you get fucked, her thighs pressed together as she squirms. "I was really hoping to wind up as the ship's slut!"\n\n"Oh, I'm afraid you already expressed your interest in the sciences, Ensign Boinstar," the Captain continues calmly as he continues to try to fuck the soul out of your body with his huge ink black equine fuckstick. "Any slutting you do will have to be purely informal and when all involved are not on duty, understood?"\n\nShiara presses her lips together and puffs her cheeks out in frustration as she stares down at you drooling as you're pounded to repeated orgasms in front of everyone on the bridge, answering with a pouty little, "Yes, sir."\n\n"Good. We need everyone participating in making this ship run smoothly, and it's Fuckmeat LaChance's role in that to serve as a place for the crew to empty their balls," Captain Ztryp announces solemnly as he does just that, slamming down into you and starting to spurt thick gushes of cum what feels like directly into your womb, his balls twitching with every rush of it, as your eyes roll up completely in your head with the intensity of your orgasm.\n\nAfter long moments Ztryp stands up, pulling out of you as he does, your pussylips dragging lightly along the girth of his shaft, stretching as the flared head pulls on them, and then he slips free as he stands, cock wobbling over your gaping pussy as his cum pools in it. Until you stay in your bent position you hadn't even realized you were holding your own legs for him, and are left just breathing hard and staring as the cum wells up in your stretched cunt, slowly dribbling over the engorged lips and down over your taint to tickle your asshole.\n\nThat is, until the next Zebrok steps up and settles into position, his flared cockhead pressing to your already thoroughly-fucked hole, sending up a spurt and further dribble of the Captain's cum as he takes sloppy seconds (presumably as befitting his own rank).\n\nOne by one the rest of the bridge crew takes their turn with you, fat black zebra cocks pounding your cunt and gradually working it out until it's properly fitted to Zebrok dicks. Their balls slap rhythmically against you, actually stimulating your asshole as they hit, sending extra little jolts of pleasure through you and bringing on orgasms almost at random. If you had enough brainpower left to think even slightly coherently, you'd feel bad for Shiara, standing at ease right beside you, forced to watch as you actually take all the hefty Zebrok loads she was probably hoping to get her holes on as soon as possible, her eyes burning with envy as you're pounded within an inch of your life by those big flares and thick shafts and hefty baseball-sized testicles. Apparently having picked up on the Captain's teasing her, the Zebroks let their cocks wave and bounce in front of her as they stand around waiting their second (or third) turns, showing them off as they steadily harden again, powerful black lengths dripping a mixture of all of them's cum and yours, her tongue flitting across her lips as she can only hope they have some left by the end of the shift (or that the rest of the crew is as hungry for non-Zebrok girls as the bridge staff).\n\nAs your consciousness starts to fade from a mixture of a long flight, awkward introduction, and being fucked by huge horsedicks to more orgasms than you can count, you can distantly hear Captain Ztryp saying, "First thing tomorrow, Fuckmeat LaChance, report to the doctor for your checkup and new uniform."\n\nYou come to with a gasp, sitting up (naked) in a... surprisingly large, comfortable bed? You blink several times, looking around you. This room... it looks like a luxury suite compared to the places you've been staying for the last two years. It does seem to be all one room (except for what looks like a small privacy area for the toilet), but there's a large viewscreen, shelves full of books, decorations, and... ahem, toys... what looks like a large jacuzzi, several comfortable bits of furniture to lounge on, it's all actually fairly classy.\n\nYou're still goggling over waking up in such a nice room (surely these can't be <i>your</i> quarters?) when the memory of yesterday comes slamming back so hard that you drop back to lay flat, covering your face with both hands. Holy shit! You blurted out the first lewd thought that came to mind in front of the captain! ... And he took you up on it, no less. You do feel vaguely sore and... yes, there's still a bit of gaping, you find with a careful bit of touch... so that wasn't all some dream or wild flight of fantasy. You've... actually been assigned to be the ship's "Relief Officer". Meaning, their cum dump. In the cold light of... whatever shift this is... that seems a lot more imposing and humiliating than it did yesterday when you were cumming all over fat black Zebrok dicks.\n\n<hr>\n[[You have to escape!|GGSR]]\n\n[[Call the Space Rangers!|GGSR]]\n\n[[... Welp, a job's a job.|GGSR19x4]]

Weapons? Absolutely no forbidden moves? "Any methods"? Actually believing in magic? No way. This is all way too ridiculous and dangerous for you. You've got a long career ahead of you, you're not getting a sword in the guts for the sake of potential prizes some little old basketcase in robes probably can't even deliver on.\n\nShifting the strap of your bag on your shoulder, you turn around and head right back down the cobblestone path. A decent handful of other fighters are trailing along with you, most of them trying not to look at each other, and you admit you sort of feel the same... still, at least you're not the sole dropout, and that makes you feel better. You clamber back up the creaking gangplank, where one of the white-shirted servants nods to you. "Deciding not to participate in the tournament? Well, we always hate to see you leave, but we understand. There are rooms below, please feel free to go down and pick out any one you like to stay the night in, we'll be departing for the mainland in the morning." You nod to him, not quite able to meet his eyes, and head to the belowdeck. There are numerous doors, and you open one to find it small, but not grungy. You flop down on the bed, still dressed, and close your eyes. 'What a waste of time and a haircut,' you think sleepily, noticing that you seem to be getting drowsy fairly quickly.\n\nYou wake up hanging by your wrists, your body stripped naked, a filthy rag shoved in your mouth. Your eyes widen, and you give your head a shake to try and clear the remaining cobwebs before looking around frantically. Your hands are tied securely with the binds slipped over a hook sunk into a ceiling beam in a long room filled with what looks like restraint equipment. You're definitely naked, and your ankles are bound as well, likely to keep you from swinging your legs around in any attempt to escape. The other fighters that left the arena with you are also dangling in a similarly nude state, as well as three more that must have gotten cold feet at some point in the night afterward. It's mostly men, but there are two other women as well. Some of them are still unconscious, but others are awake and looking around like you are, while one or two are thrashing about wildly trying to get free.\n\nYou hear a door open somewhere behind you, and chattering voices. A number of the white-shirted servants enter the room and begin moving around, examining the prisoners, some of them chiding at and striking the bare asses and legs of the strugglers to get them to hold still. The one from the boat stops in front of you and looks up with a smirk. "Pathetic cowards. If you run from honorable battle like lowly animals, then you will be put to a use befitting lowly animals!" He reaches out and grips your bare thigh to give it a squeeze, and you give a growl of protest through the gag and ineffectively try to kick at him with both legs. He steps aside with a snort, moving to the side and beginning to knead one of your buttocks. "This one's pure muscle, far too lean. We'll have to fatten it up."\n\n"The females are always like that, this one too," another calls from further down the line, and you hear the slap of skin on skin and a muffled howl of anger and shock. "Still, a lot more fun than the males, right? Let's set them up facing towards the male livestock, I always love to watch their reactions."\n\nSeveral of the servants approach you and the other two women, hauling your naked bodies down off the hooks and carrying you like sides of beef over towards setups on the floor. They're stronger than they look, and with your position you can't do much more than squirm and hurl incoherent verbal abuse at them as they turn you around and set you down on your hands and knees in the midst of a set of manacles and spreader bars. With a practiced ease bordering on boredom that speaks of long practice, they undo your bindings and then yank your wrists and knees into the manacles, fastening them so that you're forced immobile on the cold stone of the floor, facing the still-dangling male fighters.\n\nOne of the servants yanks the rag out of your mouth, and you immediately shout, "Fucking let me go you god damned HGLKT!" You don't even get a chance to get your invective rolling before one of them shoves a round-ended, ribbed rubber hose into your mouth. He starts forcing it further forward, your eyes widening as it slides in, your throat bulging some as it passes through, slight shifts in the bulged shape showing as it slides deeper and deeper. When it seems that he just couldn't push it any deeper without it coming out the other end, he nods and gives you a wicked leer before straightening up and turning a handle on part of the hose. You can hear the sound of thick fluid making its way through the tube, and feel the vibration of the rubber in your throat. You feel full in minutes, and then heat washes over your body. Your attempts to get out demands for your release and more profanities around the tube bulging your throat turn into attempts to get moans out around the tube bulging your throat, your nipples growing achingly hard and your pussy starting to drool down your inner thighs.\n\nThe servant gives your belly a light rub, nodding as he feels it bulge slightly from its usual flatness. He moves around behind you, and soon you feel his cock plunge into your pussy. Snorting through your nose, you can't help but try to rock back against him as he starts to fuck you, his derisive laughter ringing in your ears as much as the sound of the stinging slaps he delivers to your ass. You can see the dangling, watching men trying to look away but having their gazes drawn back, their bare cocks sticking straight up in the air. You're starting to realize just what the fate is of anyone cowardly enough to back out of Hell Kore... unfortunately, whatever they're feeding you to fatten you up for the slaughter has you too horny to care.\n\n<hr>\n[[Game Over.|HellKore4xEnd]]

"Well, one of us gets a cool adventure in space," you say thoughtfully.\n\n"And the other gets to go home and reclaim our life," the other you says, both of you nodding at the attractions.\n\n"I'd imagine both of you would have a tough time making that choice right now, or at least different ones," Celest says slowly. "Luckily, since I've done some studying on both human psychology and clone divergence, I have a method that can make it so that the two of you diverge mentally over a short period of time and will almost certainly make different choices."\n\n"Huh, really?" you ask with a blink.\n\n"The Crichtons were the same pretty much right to the end," the other you points out.\n\n"Well, this isn't rock-paper-scissors, this is just making one choice, and we can set things up to influence that specific choice rather than more general traits," the alien woman explains. "What we'll do is separate you both into different rooms. Then the computer will randomly select six movies that contain themes on the subject of family, home, growing up, adventure, things that are applicable to this situation. Those six will be divided into two sets of three, and one set will be assigned to each of you. That way the two of you will be exposed to very different input that spark different emotions and associations over about six hours. You should each have a different choice by then, but if you don't, we'll just keep repeating the experiment for a day or two until you do."\n\nYou exchange a glance with yourself, then shrug. "Works for me," the two of you say in unison, which does make you a little dubious this will work, but you don't have any other suggestions. Celest points at you and beckons, and you follow her out, leaving the other Cyan behind in the pod room. You follow the alien to a room with several reclining couches with green gel pads, facing a blank wall, with a slot in the wall to one side and a door on one wall that you're guessing probably leads to a bathroom. "Alright, take a seat," Celest directs. "The computer will understand requests to pause, but since we need to get through this it can only be paused for about a half hour before it will resume. If you need food or snacks or anything, just put your hand on the wall by the slot and say what you want, I've got the vast majority of Earth foods and snacks programmed in. When the movies are done playing, I'll come back and ask you whether you want to stay with me or go back to Earth."\n\n"And if we both say the same thing?" you ask as you walk over to the middle couch and settle to sit on it sideways, still looking over at Celest.\n\n"Then you'll both take a nap while I play some different music in your rooms, to help you further develop different mindsets, then it's three more movies. But hopefully we'll get an answer after the first three." Celest walks over and rubs your shoulder. "Sorry about all this."\n\n"You couldn't have known," you assure her, patting her hand, then turning and settling onto the couch as she walks out. A few moments later the lights dim, and the wall in front of you lights up and begins playing a studio intro.\n\nYou wind up watching <i>Alice in Wonderland</i> (the animated version), <i>Flight of the Navigator</i>, and <i>The Last Starfighter</i>. Several times you wonder what the other you wound up watching, but you try not to think too hard about that since you figure it could throw off the results. Every so often you ask for a pause to order a drink or some snacks or to duck into the bathroom, but the extremely comfy seat, the food and drink on demand, and the high quality and size of the movies pretty easily pull you in and have you thinking mostly about watching. After the credits finish rolling on The Last Starfighter, the lights come up, but there's no immediate sign of Celest. Shrugging, you order another Code Red and sit sipping it, turning over your thoughts on what you saw. Eventually the door slides open and Celest walks in. "I have a good feeling about this," she announces cheerfully.\n\n"Oh?" You blink, sitting up straighter.\n\n"I think we're going to get different answers. During the first movie you both ordered the same things to eat and drink, but during the second the orders always varied at least a little. During the third movie you ordered entirely different things, so I'm almost certain your answer will be different than hers." The alien settles down to sit on the side of the seat next to yours, looking at you. "So, have you decided?" \n\n<hr>\n[[You'll stay with Celest.|GGAlien]]\n\n[[You want to go home.|GGAlien]]

After all, it's just a game, right? An obviously very lewd game, which you've already decided to embrace by going full Princess Sally. Why not just go with the flow, have some fun, and get some more time to have fun and buy stuff before you've gotta worry about paying rent?<<set $rentdue = 20>>\n\n"Sure," you say with a grin, quickly settling down to your knees in front of him and reaching out to wrap a hand around his hardening shaft. Oooo, it's all sleek and hot! You rest your other hand on the front of his massive sack, amused when your fingers sink into the fur a fair bit. So soft! Tom makes some pleased noises and sips his beer again as you lift his cock up enough to slide your mouth over the head of it, starting to bob up and down and work further down.\n\nJim and Tim move up on either side of you, their own huge ballsacks wobbling gamely as they lean in and start running their cute little pawhands all over your body, playing with your tits and belly, even leaning down to rub at your thighs and ass. You squirm a bit under the attention of the sons as you continue to suck their father off, finding it a lot easier than you expected to push his dick down your throat, especially since he's pretty big. Must be those game mechanics, nice~! \n\n"Mmm, I don't think you'll have any trouble paying rent, with skills like this," the dad-bodded Tanuki declares in a cheerful tone, blinking glossy black button eyes down at you as he continues sipping at his beer every so often. What a lewd, insulting thing to say! ... It's kinda hot. ♥ You start working your head along him faster, making lots of loud slurping and gulping noises, your throat putting out some really interesting gagging sounds too as you stuff him in. You move your hands to the sides, wrapping them around his sons' dicks and stroking both of them off as well, starting to wiggle your hips more eagerly as each of them tucks a paw-hand between your legs and starts playing with your already dripping pussy.\n\nBut soon Tom plops his butt down, his cock popping out of your mouth and jutting up in the air as he lays down on his back. Clearly you're still expected to do all the work, not that you mind too much. You clamber up on top of his cute chibi-ish form, resting your hands on his beer gut before reaching below yourself to angle his cock up. You moan happily as you sink down on him, the simulation providing no pain or discomfort despite this being your first time and him being so sizeable. "Hey, can I pay my rent like this every time?" you ask in a breathy voice.\n\n"Sorry, one time offer only," Tom answers breezily, lifting his head to sip his beer. "Any further fucking will just be because you're craving my Tom Nutts."\n\nTch~! Well... he might not be wrong. You shift your legs as you wiggle your hips further down onto him, bending your knees enough that you can settle the soles of your feet against said Nutts. His sack feels ticklish and fluffy against your feet, your toes sinking into the fur just like your fingers did as you wiggle them some. Your feet rub and stroke against his sack as you start working your hips to fuck yourself atop him, Jim and Tim now just jerking themselves off as they watch you, the sons apparently thoroughly shameless about masturbating to the sight of you riding their father.\n\nFffffuck his cock really is super good though, and somehow the fact that he's just lazing there sipping his beer and watching you do all the work of enjoying it makes it even hotter. And that you're doing it for money? Not even a lot of money? Oh yeah this game is fucking <i>great</i>! you think as you start working your hips even faster than before, pounding your pussy down onto his cock harder and harder, the splashes of your arousal spattering all over his huge fuzzy nuts as you rub them with your feet. You cum several times, your pussy gushing like a small flood around him each time and further soaking his hefty tanukinuts, but he continues to lounge there, each sip of his beer seeming to say 'Not good enough yet'.\n\nThen you can feel his nuts shift and shudder against your footsoles, and Tom finally gives a loud grunt and a single light thrust up. Your eyes roll up in your head and your tongue lolls out as he fires such an intense first geyser of cum that the outline of it is actually visible stretching out your stomach before the rest begins to flow steadily into you, making said stomach rapidly round out. You shudder in repeated aftershock orgasms as it continues filling you, swelling out until it presses against his beer belly, making you look at least nine months pregnant, albeit with his cock still buried inside you and dripping thick creamy white around it.\n\n"Only gave you about a quarter of a load, since you've got other things to do today," he declares breezily.\n\nTh-that's... a quarter of his full load?! What's it like when he gets backed up?! you think in a daze as you get up off of him, a gush of his cum falling out of you to splash on the floor. You're not sure if you're actually answered as Jim and Tim turn towards you and let fly with their own geysers of tanukijizz, hitting you with the force of water balloons on the first splash and almost completely soaking your upper body. The followup spurts do pretty much coat you entirely, leaving you standing there not quite knowing what happened that left you standing there like a triple-glazed donut covered in a thick layer of hot, gooey, deeply masculine-scented cum.\n\n"Public shower's outside," Tom declares.\n\nNodding, and now actually blushing beneath the layer of jizz on your face, you stagger out of the tent, dripping both from your pussy and... everywhere else. You see Cody and Fukslika both glancing over, catching sight of you very, very obviously having fucked Tom as you drip-shamble your way to the nearby simplistic showerhead and turn it on.\n\nLuckily the shower seems to work largely on game mechanics, as after standing under it for a few moments (still wearing your vest and shoes) while rubbing and swiping at the more thickly cum-coated parts of yourself, you're completely clean, and by the time you've walked back over to Tom's tent and reentered it, both you and your clothes (such as they are) are dry.\n\nJim and Tim have mops out and are apparently finishing cleaning everything up, with no visual evidence left of the messy business just conducted. Tom is on his feet again, sipping his beer before he says, "Anyway, you've now got twenty days until your next rent payment of 2000 gold leaves is due. It's not hard to make, so I'll feel free to do penalties as I like. And remember, it's a breach of contract if you fail to pay three times in a row." It sounds like you'd actually have to <i>try</i> not to make those payments, honestly, but you guess you'll see. "Remember, the PHAT Nutt Machine is always here to take your leaves too, and I'm sure there are other residents who will offer goods and services eventually. Jim and Tim will be in their store nearby in the morning and afternoon if you want to sell or buy anything fromt hem, and they're here with me at night if you want to get fucked. Speaking of residents, you should visit everybody before you call it a day, since there's currently only three. There's Cody, Fukslika, and Buskins over at the museum. Oh, here."\n\nTom actually reaches under his nutsack and rummages around for a few moments, before emerging with a plastic insect box sort of thing. Except you can see that inside, amongst the grass and flowers put in for an environment, instead of a beetle or frog there's a tiny naked woman! Proportioned much more like a standard human, albeit in miniature, she's large-breasted and wide-hipped, her skin having a faint glow to it and her wings sparkling as they flap rapidly to let her hover in place. She has her arms folded under her chest and her cheeks puffed out, obviously rather annoyed at her confinement.\n\n"Buskins loves fairies, he's got a massive preserve for them in the museum. There's lots of them all over the island, so you can make some leaves by catching some and bringing them to him. I'll give you this one just so you can introduce yourself and make a good first impression."\n\n"Oh wow, thanks," you say, genuinely pleased as you accept the box and look in. "She's so cute!" And pouty, even though you catch her blushing a bit when you compliment her. You try tucking the box away at random and... yup, inventory system, the box and fairy vanish, though you have a faint sense you're still carrying them. "Alright, guess I'll go visit everyone."\n\n"Have fun!" Tom declares cheerfully, giving you a rather adorable smile at odds with his earlier nonchalance. "And remember... it's your island!"\n\n<hr>\n[[Go visit Buskins.|GGACBuskinsMeet]]\n\n[[Go visit Cody.|GGACCodyMeet]]\n\n[[Go visit Fukslika.|GGACFukslikaMeet]]

"I kinda like the sound of taking on these Beastmen," you admit. "If they've been raiding and pillaging for awhile, they've got to have more and better stuff than some piddly group of bandits, right?"\n\n"That makes sense to me," Meridia agrees, glancing around. It seems there are no objections, since she beckons to Wick (with you trying not to reach longingly as he goes leaping back to her shoulder) and makes her way to her horse. "I'll navigate, then."\n\nThe four of you set off, heading further into the wooded areas of the obviously wild lands beyond the country you started from. (You're not entirely sure how they're all that much more wild than the largely uninhabited countryside you just came through, but it weirdly does feel like you're more on your own.) Gradually the more deciduous forest starts to be mingled with vines, trees with broad flat leaves, and the birdsong starts to be intermingled with loud, brash "CAW!" noises. 'Fantasy biomes,' you think as you look around at the jungle trees intermingling with 'normal' ones, shaking your head.\n\n"We should be getting close," Meridia announces a bit before noon of the next day. She stops her horse and looks around, then clambers off, prompting the rest of you to do the same and follow her. There's a large puddle on the ground, or maybe a small spring, only about five feet across. As seems to have become her habit lately, the witch passes Wick to you, with you trying not to give an unwarrior-ish squee as he snuggles in and licks your cheek. \n\n"What're you doing?" you ask curiously as Meridia settles down at the water's edge and starts whispering to some of her stones before tossing them in the water.\n\n"A scrying spell. It will let us take a look at the beastmen's city before we get there. It won't be all that precise or guidable, since I want to make sure it's unnoticed, but we should be able to get a general idea of what's there." She waves her hands and does some more whispering over the water, until part of it starts showing views of what looks like an old, semi-ruined city in an ancient South American style. It looks like it's been cleaned up and repaired, albeit not super well, for the current inhabitants that can only be Beastmen. You're not exactly shocked by their appearance... they're furries, pretty much. Upright, most with two arms and two legs, resembling a wide variety of animals, mostly feline, canine, and equine varieties but you see a scattering of others, including a few birds. You find yourself blushing just a bit as the spell gives some straight-on close-up views. While some of the Beastmen are wearing armor or full clothing, a lot of them are wearing what resemble hide or leather underwear and not much else, or just a simple loincloth that doesn't always entirely conceal what's beneath it. In fact, in a few instances, some of them seem to be going entirely naked, brazenly washing themselves in the streets from water barrels without seeming concerned. You notice a handful of other races... mostly humans... but all of them seem to be collared and either completely naked or wearing a few rags.\n\n"Whew, pretty big city, for Beastmen," Kama declares with a whistle, then adds, "Your magic sure is useful, 'Dia, unlike some's."\n\n"When your guts are spilling out you'll find my magic useful enough," Liyal says with a sniff.\n\n"Eh, it's happened before, I managed."\n\n"Ew, I didn't need to hear that!"\n\nMeridia and you exchange a glance and a simultaneous roll of the eyes, before the witch snaps her fingers and disperses the image. "Alright, so it does look like there's quite a lot of them. But even from those brief glimpses it looks like there's a number of storehouses and shops, so they probably have been raiding and gathering things for quite awhile. The question is, how do we get our hands on any of it?"\n\n<hr>\n[[Robbery.|GGWar]]\n\n[[Infiltration.|GGWar3x2]]\n\n[[Challenge.|GGWar4x1]]

"Looks like we'll be posted together, Shiara," you say, the Hoelf's eyes lighting up with delight. "I got assigned to the <i>Defiance</i> too."\n\n"Oh that's wonderful! With a smaller shipboard posting, I'm sure we'll be able to spend a lot more time together!" she gushes.\n\nYou continue reading the message, and note, "Well, I'd say so, because this says we're back to being roommates."\n\nYou're pretty sure Shiara would squeal happily if she wasn't so otherwise restrained, especially in public. "Huh, well, you guys have fun with the horsies or whatever, I'mma be over here like earning a mane or whatever," Telit declares.\n\n"I'm pretty sure that's like three kinds of racist, Telit," Gaio huffs, rolling her eyes without raising her head from the table.\n\n"I actually recommended you for this program, Ensign," the Commander says at the start of your next duty shift when you approach her to talk about the transfer. "I hope you don't mind. But I think this will be a very important step in broadening your horizons. After all, before translation fields, one of the most effective methods of learning a language was just to 'jump in' and immerse yourself in it," she continues cheerfully. "I think the same thing can be said of learning to properly communicate with other cultures."\n\n"Yeah and the Commander also wants you to get more info on what's going on," Drayk notes in a confidential tone when you two are alone together in a hallway. "She had those two ready to start working on actual peace, despite their issues... and boy, were they issues... but here we are months later and not only are they ready to lunge at each other's throats, their own allies are all rallying and taking to the spacelanes too."\n\n"So what, the civilian government dropped the ball?" you ask, lifting your brows.\n\n"That's something we really never want to be caught saying, no matter how true it is," Drayk answers in a slightly cautioning tone. "Officially, it's none of our business how the Zebroks and Leonoids went from being cautiously ready for peace to needing our last ditch efforts to prevent both sides from stepping it up to total war. I want you to take this," she says, offering you a small ear-fitted comm device, one that fits around the side of your eye so that it can project a holoscreen. "Try to never take it off, I'm sure you can come up with some excuse if you're asked why you're wearing it. I'll check in with you occasionally, just to see how you're doing, but also in case you learn anything."\n\n"Thanks, LC," you say with a smile, fitting the comm into place. "I appreciate it. The checking in, I mean."\n\n"Take care of yourself, and Shiara. And be careful," she adds a bit more darkly. "I'm really not sure how effective this effort's going to be at preventing more fighting."\n\nYou frown a little. "So what happens if there is? But more importantly, what happens if I'm on the <i>Defiance</i> and Captain Ztryp orders me to fire on the <i>Pride</i>? Telit's posted there."\n\nDrayk presses her lips together, looking grim as she says, "Technically, according to the regulations of this program, you are required by duty to obey any order that would be considered lawful by the Zebroks, which includes firing on Leonoid ships and engaging in combat with Leonoid crew. That is your duty as a sworn officer who will, for the duration of your in-field training, technically be an Ensign of the Zebrok Alliance. ... Realistically..." She shrugs a little. "That's up to your conscience and principles when it happens. Disobeying an order will be looked on as disobeying an order, so you'd probably be court martialed... it's up to you whether you think you can beat that court martial or, more importantly, whether you care."\n\nThat's a lot for a seventeen-year-old to think about, you muse a little ruefully as you finish up your last shift on DiploStar 15 and head back to your quarters to pack up. When you do, you notice another official-type Space Ranger garment vacuum bag, labeled 'Space Ranger Officer Exchange Program (Zebrok)'. Huh, there's a custom uniform for the exchange program? Well, that makes sense, there are apparently custom uniforms for station service too. You open the bag and slip out the uniform jacket, which looks a lot like the standard Space Ranger field uniform, IE the first one you put on back when you were <i>shanghaied</i> recruited, just that the colors have been altered to have more of that crystalline sheen that the Zebrok armor has, and small crystal pauldrons have been added to the shoulders. "Huh, that's cool," you allow as you strip out of your regular uniform and zip on the new jacket, since you've already got it out. Then you go back into the bag for...\n\n... where are the pants...\n\nThere... are no pants... in this bag. You would almost think there had been some sort of terrible mistake, but... there's a belt in the bag. And attached to the belt are two long flaps of cloth, with the Space Ranger logo down at the bottom and the Zebrok Alliance logo on the belt buckle. ... Oh god. You take a deep breath, then buckle it on. Yup... just like the ones the Zebroks and Leonoids both wore. You could have at least hoped that the Space Ranger fashion department or whatever would have added an actual crotch to it or even included modesty shorts, but nope... you're out in the breeze here. (Luckily the flap is positioned in such a way that it's pretty close up against your skin, making it difficult... but not impossible... to see in from the side when you're just standing there.) You suppose you should have known it was coming... you spent all that time seeing Zebroks and Leonoids on the station, and not once did you notice a hint of underwear. (And you may have been looking with some amount of interest.)\n\nOnce again no footwear to go with it, so you just use some requisition rations on a new pair of boots from the fabricator... they do come out with blue crystal sort of guards on the front, so you guess that was programmed in for you. You pull them on, and spend a moment in front of the mirror eyeing yourself. ... Yeah, well, Telit's right, you do have grabbable hips, and now you guess they'll get to breathe. Along with other parts of you.\n\nYou finish packing up your fairly meager possessions (you shed everything unessential on the long trip here and have sort of avoided accumulating much sense, knowing you'd go through the same in reverse in a year) and head out, to find Shiara waiting for you, practically vibrating with excitement. (Her new uniform isn't any better at keeping her from jiggling as the last, and now her butt is jiggling unrestrained, practically enough to make the loincloth flip up in back). "Oh I'm <i>so</i> excited," she chirps as the two of you head for the tram. "Whole new technology, areas of space completely outside the Protected Systems, I can't wait to start exploring!"\n\n"You realize we're stationed on a warship, right, Shiara?" you point out a bit dryly as the two of you sit down. (You're torn between spreading your legs a bit to let the loincloth fall and actually cover you, and the realization that when you do it's actually thin enough to outline your pussy anyway. God.) "Also since we're in their own space they probably won't be doing much 'exploring'."\n\n"Well, I know," she says with a bit of a pout, puffing out her cheeks. "But I'm still excited! I'm sure we'll do <i>some</i>thing interesting and discovery-ish at some point!"\n\n"Mm. ... You don't have any problems with the uniform?" you ask, looking her up and down briefly.\n\n"Hm?" She blinks, expression innocently confused. "Why? It's an official uniform. Clearly it was designed with the social norms of our hosts in mind. Nothing to be embarrassed about there!"\n\n"If you say so," you say with a sigh.\n\nAt least the tram takes you directly to the dock, so that you don't have to walk through the station with your pussy in the breeze. Unfortunately the shuttle pilots are both guys, and spend the entire flight desperately trying not to sneak peeks at you and Shiara and only restraining themselves maybe a quarter of the time. You admit it's a little hard to blame them, considering you kept doing the same thing to the Zebroks and Leonoids. ... And are occasionally doing it to Shiara now.\n\nIt's a few hours' flight before you meet up with the <i>Defiance</i>... you have to admit it's way more impressive seeing it grow huge and towering in the forward viewscreen than it was to see it on a screen in operations. The shuttle docks and the two of you get up and collect your bags before heading to the transfer airlock, the pilots no doubt finally indulging themselves in an unrestrained stare at your asses in the loincloths once your backs are turned.\n\nThe Zebrok side airlock hisses open and you and Shiara step through, finding yourselves flanked by a pair of the big equine males. You notice both are armed with pistols and what look like short, leaf-shaped daggers with thick handles, and feel a brief surge of fear that you're actually being turned over as prisoners. But the pair instead simple grunt and turn, starting to lead you through the ship.\n\nThe interior isn't very standout... the deck is carpeted in something vaguely like a woven grass mat, and the wall panels are a sort of orangey pink reminiscent of a sunset, but other than that the architecture is overall not that divergent from what you've seen since you joined the Space Rangers. One thing you do notice, though, is the smell. You'd noticed it faintly in the conference room, and a few times passing by in the outer ring, a sort of hot fur and... well... <i>animal</i> sort of smell. It's hard to describe it any other way, something not just bestial but feral, just that it's all in the air here. More you notice a faint scent of more recognizable body odors too, mostly masculine ones... not unpleasant or strong enough to be called a "stink", but definitely a sort of... workout smell. You glance at Shiara, trying to think of a subtle way to ask her if she's noticed, and realize that her nipples are visible through her suit and the size of pencil erasers (and that's probably being constrained by the material) so... yeah, she's noticed.\n\nYou try not to fidget as all four of you get into one of the lifts... it's large enough that it's probably not technically crowded, but it does still wind up with the apparent security guards standing close and looming over you, that warm, intense, active male smell intensifying. It doesn't help that when your eyes wander downwards without thinking, you realize you did wind up at the perfect angle to see underneath the one next to you's loincloth, before you quickly yank your gaze back to the lift door. 'It's so black,' you think a little faintly.\n\nThe doors soon slide open and the security officers lead you out onto the bridge, which is set up fairly simply, a pilot's station down front, what you assume are tactical and operations to the immediate right and left of the lift entrance, and a high curved "wall" directly ahead, that a stroll around it reveals to hide the captain's chair from the lift entrance. Captain Ztryp rises to his hooves as you approach... you've seen him often enough to recognize both his face and, admittedly much easier, his stripe pattern. "Ah, Ensigns, welcome. I, and the whole Zebrok Alliance, are pleased to have you here."\n\n"Pleased to be here, Captain," you and Shiara take turns saying, though she's admittedly a lot more enthusiastic.\n\n"Just 'Sir' will do most of the time. You are... Ensign Boinstar, yes?" he says, looking at the beaming Shiara. "Tell me, Ensign Boinstar, what are your hopes for this assignment?"\n\n"Sir, I'm <i>very</i> much looking forward to learning about your culture," Shiara gushes, clearly utterly sincere. "I just hope that there are also opportunities for me to also learn about the mysteries and new discoveries that may be in our path during our duties!"\n\nZtryp nods, looking a bit bemused, before swiveling his blue gaze to you. "And you, Ensign LaChance. What do you feel is your mission here?"\n\n<hr>\n[["To represent the Space Rangers to the best of my ability, sir."|GGSR]]\n\n[["To be an enthusiastic and dutiful member of your crew, sir."|GGSR]]\n\n[["To serve you to the best of my abilities, sir."|GGSR]]\n\n[["To help further the goals of peace, sir."|GGSR21x1]]\n\n[["To get some big fuckin' horse dick, sir!"|GGSR19x3]]

"A good slave is not a person. A good slave is a possession. Don't you agree?" the teacher's voice prompts cheerfully.\n\n"Yes," you moan orgasmically, one finger now smoothly pumping in and out of your slick, hot teenage pussy.\n\n"Good girl. You never think about yourself, only about how to keep your master happy, because you live to serve them, don't you?"\n\n"Yes," you answer, hips wiggling towards the strokes of your own fingers.\n\n"Yes, what?" the voice prompts crisply.\n\n"Yes, I live to serve my owner," you add, and sigh happily as you're finally given the expected reward, your pussy quivering around your finger as you cum.\n\n"Good girl. You're not a person, are you?"\n\n"No," you murmur happily, letting your head loll back against the cushions.\n\n"Good girl. You're just an obedient little sex toy, aren't you?"\n\n"Yes."\n\n"Good girl." There's a brief pause, the Kinect whirring softly as it looks up and down and then side-to-side. Then the voice says cheerfully. "Well, it seems that your owner or handler isn't here right now! So let's review everything, again, shall we?"\n\n<hr>\n\n[[Game Over.|Camping4xEnd]]

Sighing happily, you slip your right hand under the waistband of your panties, your fingers outlined under the white cotton as you begin stroking them over your wet folds. Your movements are slow and lazy, but at the same time eager and steady, swirling around and rubbing the plumped lips or stroking up and down to tease your clit.\n\n"Good girl. You're going to be a wonderful slave," the voice encourages, giving you another pulse as a reward. "Let's talk about some of the things good slaves don't do. Good slaves don't think for themselves, they let their owners think for them. You don't want to think for yourself, do you?"\n\n"No," you find yourself answering reflexively. Then you moan long and happily as the next throbbing bass reward combined with the stroking of your fingers sends you over the edge into a small climax. The little burst of sensation rushing through your body washes away some of the thoughts that at this point you didn't really want anyway at this point.\n\n"Good girl. You only want to think about how to please your owner, never yourself. Your pleasure comes from obedience, doesn't it?"\n\n"Yes," you agree again, letting out a happy rush of air as your fingertips working your clit and the music draw out another cleansing orgasm.\n\n"Good girl. Let's talk about this some more, shall we?"\n\n<hr>\n\n[[Yes.|Camping4x5]]

You hit the button labeled 'Trance FM' and then set the controller back in its cradle, sitting back and waiting for the music. You're a little surprised when the TV comes on, displaying lines of bright, almost neon color zinging along the screen, then flickering and changing course as the actual music starts to play. Huh, must have one of those visualizer things to go with it, neat. It's definitely electronic music of some kind, full of pulsing tones and bass rumbles, but it's far more sedate than most of the stuff you're used to.\n\nYou give it a chance, though, settling back on the couch and letting the synthesizer tones play in your ears, the bass giving your body the occasional feel of it due to the subwoofer. It's actually pretty relaxing, and soon you feel your shoulders slumping, your eyes feeling heavy-lidded but staying focused on the streams of light playing across each other on the screen. You're starting to feel like you could definitely watch this until Aunt Kelly came back.\n\n"Thank you for watching Trance: Full Mastery," a soothing female voice says, somehow managing to talk while the music's playing without drowning it out or being drowned out. "Your heartrate suggests that you are ready to begin. Please remain still while we adapt Trance: Full Mastery to you."\n\nYou watch in distracted amusement as the Kinect on top of the TV whirs and moves slightly, apparently focusing on you. It goes still again as the voice says, "Very good. Now, please remove your sneakers, socks, and jeans, and we will continue."\n\n<hr>\n\n[[Yeah, sure, why not?|Camping4x2]]

You lean forward and pull your t-shirt off, dropping it negligently to the floor before settling back against the couch. Your teenage B-cups and trim belly are now bared to the guided camera that moves up and down again, no doubt taking pictures or video. You find you're okay with that, especially since taking off your shirt gives you another thrum of pleasure, the music winding through your ears heightening the sensation.\n\n"It feels good to obey, doesn't it?" The voice says with gentle, even cheer, and you definitely have to agree at this point. "Good girls like showing off their bodies for their owners. They like to be sexy and obedient. Being dressed attractively for your owner feels good."\n\nYou moan softly as you feel the music pulse through your entire body, your hips actually rising off the couch cushions slightly, your cotton-hugged pussy wagging a bit in the direction of the camera. Yes, sitting here in just your snug white panties definitely feels good. In fact you're starting to think of other things you could wear, trying to figure out what various people you know would like to see you prancing around in.\n\n"Following orders feels good." You gasp at yet another thrum of bass, music, and pleasure through your body. "Obedience feels good." Rumble, pulse, moan. "And, of course, sex feels good as well. Since your owner isn't here, you may slide a hand into your panties and begin masturbating."\n\n<hr>\n\n[[Oh, definitely.|Camping4x4]]

That seems like a good idea, why not get comfy and keep watching? You are pretty relaxed already, wouldn't hurt to get even more comfortable. You lazily pull off your shoes and socks, then stand up and unbutton your jeans, pushing them down to the floor and stepping out of them. You're now left in your white t-shirt and a pair of snug white cotton panties as you settle back onto the couch, letting your legs splay out a bit as you slump back against the cushions.\n\n"That's very good. It feels good to do what you're told, doesn't it?"\n\nThe music briefly swells and the bass rumbles, and the vibration running through your body sends a warm, gentle surge of pleasure through you. You make a little noise in your throat, briefly closing your eyes and leaning your head back, but then settling back again, eyes opening halfway so you can focus on the screen. Apparently it really <i>does</i> feel good to do what you're told.\n\nThe Kinect whirs and clicks again, before the voice continues. "Those are some very cute panties. You have a very nice body. Don't you enjoy showing your body off?" The bass thrum that shivers through you carrying that warm, gentle sub-orgasmic sensation makes you inclined to agree. "Go ahead and remove your shirt, too. I see you didn't wear a bra today, apparently you already like to show off."\n\n<hr>\n\n[[Okay, you got it.|Camping4x3]]

You turn and begin walking, moving through trees again but quickly emerging into long, flat lnad, a prairie stretching without end, but you start walking across it all the same, bare feet pressing on soft, stiff grass with every step, feeling it brush around your shins and calves as you move, the blood now solid and firm on your arms to contrast your clean spear.\n\nYou suddenly topple forward, though you know this is what you're supposed to do, striking the ground without impact and continuing to move. You sink without the feel of water around you, though it stretches blue and dark as far as you can see, with only the faintest shimmer of the distant light of the sun from above you to remind you that it was ever there at all. It becomes darker and darker the deeper you go, flying and falling and sinking with purpose, down towards a darkness that harbors a tree the size of a skyscraper. You have only the sense of its immense size, its distant branches and spreading leaves as you draw in closer to the base of it, where there is a dying man in amongst its coiled roots at the bottom, his hands grown into the trunk of the tree he's been dying against it for so long.\n\n"Hello, child of this faraway land that is my home," the dead dying man says. "Why have you come to your father that is not yours?"\n\n"I'm looking for my name," you tell him, though he already knows.\n\n"I brought many names to this land with me, and had them put upon me by those that brought them here. They are powerful names, strong names, tortured names, the names of creation and the names of death. You may have any of these names you wish, or none of them, for your fate is to choose. Look beneath the colors, see the words, decide what you must do."\n\n<hr>\n[[Take his place on the tree.|Odin1x1]]\n\n[[Kill him.|Dream]]\n\n[[Accept his guidance.|Dream2x1]]\n\n[[Dismiss him.|Dream]]

No way you're letting it go at that! You're coming back with a clear photo or a fur tuft or <i>some</i>thing! You set off at a run, your phone still out and the camera app still open, just almost going ass-over-teakettle due to running down an incline (even if a relatively mild one) at full tilt. But you manage to not faceplant in the clover and instead zip across the field and into the trees right about where you saw Flopear run in.\n\nYou think you spot a darting of motion ahead and race after it, trying not to focus too much on a vaguely Alice in Wonderland vibe. ('That would be repetitive,' you think, for some reason.) You go as fast as you can without running headlong into a tree or tripping over any roots, every so often catching sight of a furry bare butt and fluffy tail, or other, floppier things (either ears or dick).\n\nYou jerk to a halt in a small clearing, panting and looking around, and taking the chance of turning on your cellphone's flashlight mode, sweeping the light around since it's actually getting into proper night now. Your first few sweeps show nothing... before they alight on a humanoid form peering out from between two trees, standing kind of splay-legged and yup that's definitely him. His nose wiggles and he gives a short start before turning and dashing off again.\n\nYou're just about to run after when you hear a loud rustle of leaves and twig crack from the other side, and almost reflexively swing your flashlight around, lighting up another short humanoid form. There's the gleam of animal eyes in the dark along with a start... that this time you notice causes a distinct jiggle in the chest, before it too turns and runs.\n\n'... There's <i>two?!</i>' you think, looking back and forth wildly.\n\n<hr>\n[[Chase the guy!|GGUL6x1]]\n\n[[Chase the girl!|GGUL5x2]]\n\n[[Give up, go home.|GGUL]]\n\n[["Uh... sorry?"|GGUL]]

'Very werewolfy,' you think in a pleased tone, sitting back a bit and wiggling your sneaker-clad feet towards the fire, the radiating heat comfy on your bare legs. 'Not that there's anything like a wolf within a few thousand mi-'\n\nA long, distinctly wolflike howl rises from somewhere in the distance, sending a deeply instinctive chill of fear running right down your spine and making your legs try to twitch into motion, the suddenness of it hitting you so hard that you just almost wet yourself.\n\n'Uh... holy shit,' you think, looking towards where you vaguely think the sound came from. 'That... yeah, that was real. Well it's probably just like... some stray dog that made it out here and went feral. And that sounded <i>way</i> far off, no way it's gonna come over here. ... Still, I probably oughtta set the tent up in a minute.'\n\nThen there comes another howl... with another starting up right after it, and then another. And all of them sound considerably closer than the first one did, that last one even sounding like it could have come from within where you could see, if it weren't so completely dark in the trees beyond the light of your campfire.\n\n'I, uh... shit, maybe I ought to get out of here,' you think nervously, glancing towards where the car is parked. ... You think. You're pretty sure. Yeaaaah even with a lantern finding your way back right now is not going to be easy, or maybe even possible. What do you-\n\n<i>Krk.</i>\n\nYour head whips around, and your eyes open wide. Just past the treeline, you can barely make out large shapes in the darkness. They're-\n\n<hr>\n[[-tall and broad-shouldered.|GGMB6x3]]\n\n[[-bulky and hunched.|GGMB]]\n\n[[-low and on all fours.|GGMB]]

You do your best to give a breezy laugh, waving a hand. "Hey, I'm twenty-two, alright? Guess the moisturizer and working out shows though, huh? Hey listen, where are the strapons...?" you add, super casual and easygoing, glancing around as if you came into places like this all the time.\n\nThe counter girl quirks an eyebrow, then points. "Go down the row in front of you all the way, turn right, then go straight to the wall, can't miss 'em."\n\n"Great, thanks," you acknowledge as if you were barely paying attention, strolling off down the aisle and ignoring your pounding heart. Whew! You've pulled it off! Resisting the urge to giggle, you head down the row of vibrators and turn right as directed, walking all the way back to the wall... only to realize that there aren't actually any shelves over here. There are some racks of plastic-sealed toys off to the side, but the only thing directly in front of you is an 'Employees Only' door. Just as you're turning to see if you did miss them somehow (despite being assured you couldn't), you hear a soft noise and feel a pinching sensation in your neck. Your hand is only able to go halfway up before your whole body seems to go limp, and you crumple to the floor, your skateboard clattering and rolling away from you as you stare up at the ceiling, mouth agape due to not even having any strength in your jaw.\n\n"Neat, huh?" The counter girl leans into your vision, holding up a small device that looks a bit like a flaregun with a thinner barrel and some sort of cannister on the top. "I actually really love this thing. The darts are expensive, but they're worth it." She tucks it behind her back, then leans down to scoop her arms under yours, lifting you up and turning, dragging you over to the Employees Only door. "Obviously it mostly gets used on the real creeps and weirdos, people with dangerous mental problems or who don't understand proper boundaries, you can imagine. Those I just toss outside in the gutter for the community to deal with as they see fit." She pauses, releasing one side of you briefly to tap on the keypad above the door handle, before pushing it open and grabbing you to haul you through again. "But as you can see, it also works great on unaccompanied minors, who obviously have other, better uses than <i>that</i>."\n\nThe back area is much brighter and more new-seeming than the part outside, though still relatively cluttered with a variety of things that look like they probably go in the 'furniture' section of the store. It's to one of these that the counter girl drags you after relieving you of your bag, a sort of hump-shaped thing that, once she's slung you over it, you wind up almost on hands and knees, your palms not quite on the floor and knees slightly off it as well. She fastens a pair of built-in manacles over your wrists and upper arms, then snags a ball gag off a nearby shelf and presses it into your mouth. You're helpless to even make a sound of protest as she works it back and forth, getting it pressed between your teeth and pushing down on your tongue before she fastens the strap behind your head and tightens it. Working a foot pedal at the side of the thing, it lifts up with soft hisses like a pneumatic jack, until you're lifted up into the air with your face at about chest height, the toes of your sneakers dangling off the floor.\n\nThe counter girl disappears again, though you can hear the door opening and closing again. There's a brief pause before you hear the door again, and then feel a hand slipping into the pocket of your jeans. You can't do much more than start drooling a bit around the ball gag as she moves to sit down in the rolling office chair in front of you, leaning your skateboard against the desk before folding her legs and opening your wallet. "Let's see here. 'Cyan LaChance'. Sixteen years old, learner's permit but no driver's license. Tch tch tch, you shouldn't put off taking the classes, you'll only kick yourself later," she scolds with a mocking smile, waving the little laminated card at you while you're stuck silently both fuming and internally trembling. "Well, Cyan, my name is Aerin, and you are, as you might guess, in a lot of trouble. Not very smart, is it? After all, someone who comes into a place like this and lies, they're not very likely to have told anyone where they were going, hm? Certainly not their parents. Maybe a friend, but even if the friend breaks down and tells an adult, all I have to say is 'No, no teenagers in any time this month' and they assume you got snagged on your way here. If I was some bulbous, bald middle-aged sweaty guy, sure they'd assume I was lying, but this face?" She brings her hands up to 'wing' out from her chin, fluttering her eyelashes.\n\n"Oh, that's right, you still won't be able to talk for another minute or two," she says after a few seconds, grinning. "So let's do some more investigating, shall we?" She tosses your wallet on the desk and gets up, moving to your side again. You manage the faintest 'mmf!' of protest as she gives your ass a squeeze, then slips your phone out of your pocket. Ha! At least she won't be able to unlock it, she's out of luck there! She's totally...! ... pressing your thumb to the button. Suddenly you're realizing that maybe you should have listened when your phone pestered you to use multiple security methods. She sits back down and gets comfortable, folding one leg over the other as she taps at the screen. "Let's seeee, girls that come in here usually have such interesting things in their phones. Let's check your camera roll, shall we?" Glancing up and looking even more amused at your little grunts of denial, her finger makes a few pokes at the screen. \n\n<i>"Okay now look up at me and tell me you love licking my pussy."\n\n"I love licking your pussy."\n\n"No, now <b>c'mon</b>! Say it like you mean it, baby, you're down there naked between my legs licking me, you may as well fess up, huh?"</i>\n\nYou can feel your face heating as Aerin's own lights up like a kid seeing presents under the Christmas tree. "Oh <i>my</i>! Oh now this... this is so much better than the usual naughty selfies and dicksucking videos! Look at you go!" Her tongue flicks over her lips as she uncrosses her legs, slipping a hand down to lightly rub at her denim-clad crotch as the noises of your video continue. But only briefly, before she taps the screen again to pause it. Standing, she leans in almost nose-to-nose with you, holding up the screen to show Karen's reluctantly pleasured face. "Now, it doesn't exactly take a genius people-reader to tell she is not the most enthusiastic participant in your little tryst. So how about it, would you like to come clean and explain just how you got this pretty girl, who looks like the real 'rich cheerleader' type, doing your bidding and licking your pussy?"\n\n<hr>\n[[Shake head!|GGKaren]]\n\n[[... Nod.|GGParent3x11]]

Now reeeally doesn't seem like the time to let your recent power plays go to your head. Slowly, keeping your eyes on hers, you give a single nod. Grinning, Aerin reaches to the back of your head and loosens the strap, then tugs a bit on the front of it to help the ball gag slip out of your mouth, the wet rubber falling to hang around your neck.\n\nAt first your words slur, your vocal cords apparently still a bit affected by whatever she tranqed you with, but gradually your voice comes back to you fully as you spill your guts. Starting from spotting your father's car and going into the phone store, you describe discovering him and Karen in their little tryst, and recording it with your intentions to blackmail her. Since she seems to want the full story, you include the bits about faking out her boss to keep her from being discovered, and how you resisted the urge to launch directly into your demands, instead waiting until you could meet her in private at her place. Your face burns again as you describe your activities there, but since she seems to be so interested and as long as she's listening she isn't doing anything else to you, you try to be as thorough as possible, even admitting the bit about how you enjoyed pleasuring her just because it was such a power trip. You wrap up with admitting that you wanted to make her cum her brains out all weekend, and thus all the stuff you did figuring out a store you thought you could buy some toys from.\n\n"Mmm, and if you'd fessed up about your age, you probably would have gotten away with it too, cute stuff," Aerin says as you wind down, standing up and stepping over again. She runs a fingertip along your jaw and around to your chin, making you shiver, partly at the implications of her touch, but much moreso at the thoughtful, wicked smile on her lips. "Still, I'm actually rather glad that you didn't. Because I got to hear <i>such</i> a tale because of it. And look at you... so cunning, so cruel, and yet not the <i>wrong kind</i> of cruel that it wouldn't be fun. I like that. I like it a lot. So here's what I'm going to do, Cyan. I'm going to make a deal with you."\n\nShe settles back into the chair, sprawling in it like it was a throne, her smile widening. "On Friday, I'm going to drive you to Karen's. You're going to tell her that the two of you are going to a party instead... I'm sure you can use a combination of your wits and the leverage you have on her to make her do so with a minimum of fuss. And then, once you have her in my car, you will drug her, and help me with bringing her to a secret location. There she will be stripped, cleaned, decorated, and auctioned off to the highest bidder as their property to do whatever they will with. As a special introductory offer, to help whet your appetite and show you the benefits of working with me, your cut of my profit from her sale will be a whopping forty percent. And that's just the first of many possible rewards." She flicks at the purple-dyed section of her hair with one hand, feigning a bored look. "Of course, if you deny me after getting my hopes up like that, your fate will be... much worse than it would have originally been. I can be very cruel myself, when my hopes are raised only to be dashed, and not the particularly fun kind of cruel." She pauses, then smirks at you again. "Well, not fun for you. So what do you say, Cyan? I assure you that you'll get much more out of your toy this way than you ever would have otherwise."\n\n<hr>\n[[Agree.|GGParent3x12]]\n\n[[Refuse.|GGParent]]

'Human trafficking' seems like such a huge leap from 'blackmail', but then again, it's not like you have a lot of choice. Swallowing, you nod again. "Yeah, okay, I'll sell Karen with you."\n\n"Good!" Aerin rises to her feet and walks over, giving your thighs another few squeezes. At first you think she's molesting you again and squirm around on the block, but apparently she was checking how much of your strength had come back since she presses down on the pedal and lets your feet settle to the floor before unlocking the manacles on your arms. "Alright, I'll meet you one block over from your house, at the corner of Cherry Street, at 4:45 on Friday." As you're making sure your legs are firm under you, she retrieves your wallet and skateboard, offering them to you along with your phone. "Since you told your parents you'd be sleeping over with her, I'll make sure you have somewhere nice to spend the weekend. A luxury hotel room maybe? I'll even be extra generous and pay for it out of my part of Karen's sale. I really want us to get along after all, I think you have a lot of potential."\n\nYou nod a little reluctantly at her smile, still not entirely sure how you feel about this whole thing as you take back your things. As you're heading for the door and stopping to pick up your bag, you hear her call "Oh, Cyan?" and turn back to face her. She's still smiling, but her eyes have gone sharp. "Should you have an attack of conscience and think of telling someone, it wouldn't work out well for you. Just saying. I'd strongly advise you get good and comfortable with that devious, plotting part of your soul that started you on this course and embrace it fully. Because anything else? Well, what's that term they have for winding up in a situation that is a fate that could be a bit worse than death?" She rubs at her chin, before grinning widely again. "Oh, right. 'Bad End'. You don't want a Bad End, do you?"\n\nSwallowing heavily, you just nod again before hurrying out the door, and then out of the shop, practically throwing your board onto the street and taking off. The trip home passes in a blur, and once there you settle down to sit on the side of your bed, feeling an entirely different sort of numb than you did earlier. You've... you've agreed to sell Karen into slavery. To save your own skin, admittedly, since from the sound of it, the most you could have hoped for was being sold into slavery yourself. But now what? Can you really just go along with this? She threatened you if you told anyone, but she can't really be that powerful, can she? She's just a... a porn shop employee, or owner, or whatever, with some really dark connections in the underworld. Surely this isn't like some TV crime thriller where she owns the police, how could she possibly have that much money or influence if she's still running a porn store?\n\n... Still. What if she is? And if she is... and she's offering you an in with that world...\n\n<hr>\n[[Tell someone.|GGParent3x13]]\n\n[[Go with it.|GGAerin1x1]]

No, no you can't do it, it's just too much, it's too far! Blackmailing someone for a bit of fooling around is one thing, but... but this?! You've hit your limit. Taking a deep breath, you resolve yourself to bear the brunt of whatever fallout might hit you, and face up to the fact that you have to do something.\n\nThe question is, what do you do, now that you've resolved to do something? Obviously you need to tell someone, including your own sordid tale... but surely that means they'll believe you, right? Why incriminate yourself if the rest wasn't true? But who to tell? You could go to the cops, but what if they don't believe any of it? You could tell your parents... well, maybe one of your parents specifically, telling them as a duo seems like it might risk getting, uh, sidetracked by other revelations. Or maybe you could just tell Karen herself... after all, she's the one in danger, and she's rich, surely that means she has other options for dealing with something like this, right?\n\nWho to tell?\n\n<hr>\n[[The police.|GGParent3x14]]\n\n[[Your mother.|GGAerin]]\n\n[[Your father.|GGAerin]]\n\n[[Karen.|GGKaren]]

You'll just have to go to the cops. After all, that's what they're there for, right? Also hopefully your delivery of someone engaging in human trafficking of teenagers will lead them to overlook your own... misdeeds... but even if not, you've still got to do what's right. Taking another deep breath, you push yourself to your feet and head back out of the house, heading for the nearest police station. If you wait, you're likely to get cold feet, and you don't want to find out what would happen if you just failed to show. Hopefully the police can actually protect you from whatever Aerin was threatening.\n\nOf course it takes a little while for the desk clerk to actually believe you when you say you're there to report human trafficking. Deviville isn't exactly the sort of place you'd expect to be a hotspot for that kind of thing, after all, and you look like a bored teenager. But finally he calls over a pair of detectives, a man and a woman in semi-casual suits, who take you into a room that's uncomfortably obvious as an interrogation room, and urge you to tell your story. In a bit of fits and starts, you begin at the same general spot as the story you told Aerin herself. Withering a bit under their stern looks at your admissions (and definitely leaving out the more prurient details of what you made Karen do), this time you continue on to arriving at The Hoard, and everything that happened after: Aerin directing you to the door so that she could drug you, what she said she did with the other people she'd drugged, her various molestations, and the threats and offers she made to get you to help her procure and sell Karen.\n\nOnce you're done, you sit in silence, fidgeting as the detectives confer with each other in whispers. Finally, the woman... Detective Aurora, you think she said her name was... turns back to you. "Well, Cyan, this is certainly a tale. We probably would have dismissed you as a crank, but... you understand the seriousness of the crimes you're admitting to, don't you?"\n\n"Y-yeah," you murmur, bobbing your head while still staring at the floor. \n\n"Then we believe you," Detective Denver says, standing up and redoing one of the buttons of his jacket. "Alright, Cyan, we're going to start looking into this Aerin person. We'll probably need to call in the FBI, considering, but for now the most important thing is to get you somewhere safe."\n\n"Come with us, sweetheart," Detective Aurora adds, in a more gentle tone as she stands as well, offering you a hand. "For now we'll take you to a secure part of the station, and then to a safehouse. Your parents can join you soon."\n\nWon't that be a fun conversation, you think with a sigh as you take the woman's hand and let yourself be tugged to your feet. They rest their hands on your shoulders and show you out of the room, turning down a hallway to make your way along. You pass through several secure doors, which you guess does make you feel a bit better. Although you wrinkle your nose a little as a smell starts to hit your nostrils, and a faint sound begins growing louder. As the next secure door is opened and both the smell and sound intensify, you can't help but ask, "The secure part of the station is the kennels?"\n\nYou haven't quite finished speaking when you feel the alarmingly familiar sensation of a needle being jabbed into your neck. Your eyes widen even as your body goes limp, sagging to be caught by Detective Denver, who starts hauling you along with your sneakers dragging along the floor. "Hey, Aerin warned you, kid," he says in a rather amused tone as he carries you down the rows of cages, barking German Shepherds pressing close to the doors or even jumping up against them at the presence of a stranger in their domain. He stops in front of the last cage, its door open, and you're left staring at a somewhat familiar hump-shaped device, just with leather straps instead of metal manacles and no pedal. You're helpless to do anything but internally scream as Aurora steps forward to pull off your shoes and socks before unbuttoning your jeans, hauling them and your panties down with several good, hard yanks. Much like Aerin, she gives your ass a squeeze, though this time directly skin-on-skin, also helping herself to a few rubs of your bare pussy with her fingers before she steps around, grabbing the collar of your shirt and yanking on it a few times until it tears, ripping it off of you and leaving you naked. Denver hauls you forward again, into the kennel cage and flopping you none too gently over the padded hump, grabbing your arms and legs and pressing them into place while Aurora does up the leather straps, fastening them tightly, doing the one around your middle as well, insuring you won't be going anywhere even when your strength comes back.\n\nYou can hear heels on concrete, and another woman's voice saying, "I called Aerin as soon as the little bitch mentioned The Hoard. She confirmed we should go ahead and do a kennel job on her."\n\n"Figured, she loves that one for anyone that tries to rat on her," Denver snorts as he shoves a ballgag in your mouth, Aurora doing up the strap with businesslike efficiency before she gives your bare, jutted-out ass a few more pats. "You bring the stuff, then, Chief?"\n\n"Here."\n\nAurora leans over, and you can feel the needle's pinch in your ass. A sudden rush of heat passes through you, quickly chasing away the numbness and leaving you to struggle against the straps, grunting and trying to scream through the ballgag. Your movements turn twitchy and jerking, however, as the heat just builds, but even moreso between your legs. Your pussy would feel like it was on fire if it wasn't so wet, and you're left whimpering and moaning, your hips involuntarily bucking and twitching in an instinctive plea to be fucked even as you try to voice your protest. You feel halfway relieved as the corrupt detectives leave the cage, since apparently neither of them is going to take advantage of your state.\n\nYour mind barely has time to process the sound of nails clicking on concrete and tags jingling before the dog mounts up. You give a wail of protest through the gag that halfway through turns into a scream of pleasure as the furry beast settles onto your back and thrusts into you, your sodden pussy spasming as you cum the instant he enters you. Your eyes roll as the dog begins fucking you, trembling as orgasm after orgasm passes through your body. The climaxes feel like they're battering your brain, like that long, hard, inhumanly-shaped cock is trying to churn your mind into pudding as it pumps into your cunt. You're completely consumed by the feeling of that furry body above your bound naked one, the wash of his hot, smelly breath over the side of your face, the sound of him panting and huffing as he fucks you. It's only as if from a great distance that you can vaguely hear the three people behind you talking.\n\n"Usually takes about two days to break them, right? And then, what, another three to get them where she likes them?"\n\n"Yeah, about that. Think the dumb bitch told anyone else?"\n\n"She said she didn't, but we oughtta round up the parents and a few of her closest friends all the same. The mom can go in 'visitor room' number two, we'll distribute the female friends to other stations. We'll send out some cars to pick up the guys, hopefully get the dad on the way home, Aerin can tell us what to do with them once we have 'em. And of course we'll just pick up Karen on Friday and deliver her to Aerin as scheduled."\n\n"Real smart move, bitch," Detective Aurora calls in to you with a snort, even as your eyes roll again and your body trembles in another dog cock induced orgasm. "But don't worry, in a week you won't have enough brains to feel sorry for yourself!"\n\n<hr>\n[[Game Over.|GGParents3xEnd]]

Your excitable little wolfgirl does her animation as you select thief class, watching her clothes change to what's best described as a leather halter top, leather pants, and soft-looking leather boots. Nice texture work, you've gotta admit. You'd expect to get a screen to customize colors and features and such, but instead get something asking for traits.\n\nThese sound pretty generic sorts of stat bonuses and drawbacks, you think as you read over them. But the algebra-doing players are gonna be going insane over the fact that none of the descriptions have any numbers in them.\n\n<center>Choose your character's trait!</center>\n\n[[Long Odds|GGWOWplaceholder]] - Your character is the luckiest thief, pickpocket, and gambler in the world! ... as long as they don't push that luck. Eventually your thief's luck will always run out, if you don't learn to get out while you're ahead. (So probably a gradually increasing bonus to certain thief skills, but if you keep using it in a short period of time, eventually you'll get a "crash".)\n\n[[Always a Way|GGWOWplaceholder]] - When more traditional methods don't seem to work, there will always be a way for your character to find a way out of a bad situation... they just might not like it very much. (So probably you'll get some sort of "escape" ability, but it will come at the price of status effects or stat minuses or something.)

"Welp, won't be needing these," you declare solemnly, yanking open the front of your shorts and then lifting your legs to slide them up and off, baring your pussy framed between your thighs as you wiggle them over your sneakers.\n\nThe trio of werewolves exchange an amused glance as you scramble to your feet and haul off your hoodie as well, baring your body entirely save for your sneakers. All three of them prowl forward, Blue-Eye moving up behind you and slipping his large hands under your arms, warm, strong, furry hands cupping your breasts as the other two move up on either side of you, their large cocks jutting out towards your hips. "<b>Oh? No running, screaming, begging?</b>"\n\n"Well maybe some of that last thing," you murmur with a shiver, reaching out to wrap your hands around a werewolf cock on either side. Holy fuck they're so hot, and so hard... you can feel them throb as you give a few light, almost reverent strokes. "But, uh, this would be <i>why</i> I came out here if I believed it, so... yeah."\n\nBlue-Eye chuckles, leaning down slowly, looming further over you, a dark, hot, soft-furred form pressing in from behind you, a rush of somehow deeply animalistic hot breath washing over the side of your face from behind. "<b>Slut,</b>" he rumbles in your ear just as he gives your tits a squeeze.\n\nSince you cum a little when he does, it seems kind of pointless to deny it.\n\nNibbling your lower lip, you whimper softly as you wiggle between the three wolfmen, your hands shivering a little on those big throbbing cocks. You can feel the one behind you rubbing up against your back as you move, his cock sliding across the smooth skin and furry balls bumping up against your ass. His large hands continue to knead and squeeze your breasts for a bit before sliding downward, stroking up and down your sides and over your hips, leaving the other two to take over by reaching out to fondle your bare tits. You let out a long rush of breath as Blue-Eye nips gently at your earlobe, his hands cupping your hips, before he urges you to stand up on tiptoe, the pressure of his fingertips urging your damp thighs together.\n\nHis cock pushes through your thighs, sliding between them and right along the cleft of your pussy to emerge from between them, glistening a bit with your arousal. He begins thrusting lightly, working himself between your thighs and letting your weight settle down a bit more on him to press your plump pussylips down around his shaft and smear as much of you over the top of him as possible. You start letting out soft moans as his strokes rub the top of his shaft over your clit, making you writhe even more between the three of them.\n\nOther werewolves are emerging from the shadows, all similarly tall and broad-shouldered and sporting thick, jutting hardons. There's not a single doubt in your mind that every single one of them is going to fuck you, and you don't know if your sanity's going to survive cumming that many times. Maybe you don't even want it to. Before you've even really thought about it your hips have started twitching, bumping your ass back against the alpha's hips, breathing harder and shivering a little more with every stroke of his prick between your snugged thighs.\n\nJust before you can cum though, the two wolves on either side of you scoop you up, their hands tucking under your back and thighs to lift you and tilt you... not enough that you have to let go of either of their cocks, though. Instead they spread your legs to present your pussy outward to the rest of the wolves, all of them staring at it intently, most stroking themselves lightly in anticipation of being inside it. Then you feel the alpha's hands cupping your ass, squeezing, lifting you just a bit more before spreading you, displaying your pucker for all of them as well.\n\nOne of them steps forward, stroking his throbbing prick meaningfully, yellow eyes ablaze with desire. But rather than stuffing it into you as you're almost quivering in anticipation of, he leans down, bushy tail wagging as he goes to work lapping with a broad, strong tongue... as wide and powerful as a canine's but as controlled and smooth as a human's working over your pussy. It only takes a few laps before you're cumming, writhing and bucking in the strong arms and hands of the trio of wolves and gushing girlcum into the fourth one's mouth.\n\nSmirking, he rises and then steps away, another moving in and bending down, planting a few almost teasing kisses across your damp thighs and the front of your crotch, waiting until you've settled back into light squirming before he begins to lap at you as well. He's a bit more broad in his application, just slurping at your pussylips, and down to work over your pucker, clearly more trying to keep you worked up from your last orgasm than trying to get you to have another one again. He seems in no hurry, either, dragging you back up to the plateau and then keeping you there for a good, long while, leaving you almost blissed out and still stroking those two cocks on either side of you on autopilot...\n\nRight up until he crams his mouth against your pussy and shoves that tongue in deep, lapping it rapidly against your inner walls.\n\nYour eyes roll up and your back arches, hips shoving your sodden cunt even harder against his furry face, muscles practically vibrating with the intensity and suddenness of your orgasm. And then he's moving away, leaving the cold of the night air hitting your briefly spread and revealed inner walls, before another wolf steps in and leans down.\n\nIn all, eleven of them lick you to orgasm... well, some of them finger you too, big, strong, digits stroking into you ever-so-carefully with those clawed tips brushing your insides with the faint hint of danger, their tongues lapping at your clit as they finger-fuck you. By the time they're done, absolutely any remaining hesitancy or shame about getting fucked by a group of strange monster-men has been washed away in a sea of orgasms and girlcum.\n\nYou're slowly lowered down to your knees and turned at the same time, coming to rest on the ground in front of the alpha, who just grins down at you expectantly. Without a word or hesitation you lean forward and wrap your mouth around his cockhead, starting to bob your head quickly, looking up into those mismatched eyes in silent plea to be used rough and put away wet. Apparently watching their alpha get such enthusiastic treatment was all the other two needed, your handjobs finally bearing fruit as they both give rather canine-like growling moans and start to cum, their cocks twitching in your hands as they fire long, thick ropes of jizz. It splatters on your face, laying in creamy streamers along the bridge of your nose and in your cheeks, falling into your hair, and plenty more of it winding up on your shoulders and dripping down onto your bare tits as you continue to suck Blue-Eye's own big, throbbing prick, shivering in delight at the honor of getting to orally serve the alpha.\n\nEventually he lays one of those big, strong hands on your head and pushes you back, tilting your head and giving himself a few quick strokes before firing his own load right into your mouth. You jut out your tongue to give him more area, and so you can taste more... it's so hot, and somehow so thick and deeply-flavored, almost like a heavily-spiced but not burning dish, something in the taste hitting your brain as telling you this is a predator beast's seed.\n\nYou let it pool up in your mouth until it's dribbling down your chin, then close your lips briefly to swallow. "<b>Show me</b>," Blue-Eye commands as he fires one more spurt across your face to lay across your nose and forehead, whereupon you obediently open your mouth wide again to display that you swallowed every last bit.\n\n"<b>Good pet. Now... tell us what you want.</b>"\n\n<hr>\n[["Fuck me.|GGMB]]\n\n[["Rape me."|GGMB]]\n\n[["Breed me."|GGMB]]

Orders are orders, you gotta do what you gotta do. It's not at all that you <i>want</i> to spend the next six months living like a queen in this suite and getting fucked by hung horsemen all day every day, it is your duty as a Space Ranger exchange officer to live up to the needs of the ship to which you've been assigned!\n\n... Yup.\n\nYou walk over to the comm station and check it, finding that you have a message from the captain reiterating that as soon as possible you're to report to the medbay to see Doctor Zolst for your checkup and new uniform... you guess he wasn't counting on you having been conscious/coherent enough to have heard him before. You look through the room but can find no trace of your old uniform, nor anything else to wear. ... Soooo naked it is. You look up the route and then set off, red-cheeked (both upper and lower) to the medbay, your bare feet thumping on the deck and your tits and ass bouncing in the lightly warm regulated air.\n\nOf course you pass a fair number of crewmen, mostly males, but though they give you interested and, often, eager looks none of them actually touches you, though you see stirrings under several loincloths. Soon you step into the medbay, and are quickly spotted by a Zebrok wearing a white crystal-armor top with smaller crystals layered over it forming the spreading-herb shape that's apparently the agreed-upon 'I'm a doctor don't shoot me' symbol in this area of space, with the typical loincloth of course attached. He looks like one of the older Zebrok you've seen, since his stripes are a little thinner (you assume that's the Zebrok equivalent of going gray?), and he's actually got a pair of spectacles perched high on his muzzle over his eyes.\n\n"Ah, Fuckmeat LaChance!" he greets you cheerfully, making you blush even darker. Apparently... that is your actual rank now. "I was told to expect you, please come in and have a seat," he continues, gesturing to one of the scanner beds with the tablet he's holding.\n\n"So, ah, I was told I need a checkup and that you have my new uniform?" you ask as you walk over and, as directed, hop up to sit, your breasts bouncing freely as your bare ass settles into place on the smooth, monitor-like surface.\n\n"Yes, though the uniform might not be quite what you're expecting," Doctor Zolst answers just as cheerfully, which obviously confuses you, but he then directs you to lay back so you do. He spends a bit running scans and checking the results, then returns and tells you that you can sit up. "Perfectly healthy! Quite fertile, even! My my, whatever they're feeding you in the Space Rangers must be just the thing!"\n\n"Er... thanks," you murmur, cheeks reddening again. "Ah... so can I assume that birth control will be part of this role?"\n\n"Hm? Oh no no no, perish the thought," the Doctor says immediately, wagging the pad again. "It looks like the chances of impregnation between our species is relatively low, but I expect before the end of your assignment you will indeed wind up knocked up. Now, the uniform!" he continues, turning and sweeping away.\n\n"... er..." you try to interrupt, holding up a finger, only to be interrupted in surprise as he returns and clips an actual collar around your neck, the metal band smoothly adjusting to fit firmly but not tightly and sounding a soft beep.\n\n"Now, this will inform you when you're on and off duty, and also has indicators for when the crew needs to give you a break," Zolst explains breezily. "Of course when you're off duty and in your quarters, the crew is to leave you be, though you can of course still have encounters on your private time just like any crewmember. I highly recommend spending at least an hour each day in your tub, the water is medicated to provide you with extra hydration, energy, and rejuvenation. Speaking of which!" he chirps before jabbing an injector directly against the top of one of your breasts.\n\n"Yow!" you yip, though it really was more surprising than painful. "What the heck, Doc?" you mutter, gently rubbing at the site... then mmmfing as you can feel your nipples growing stiffer than before, and your pussy growing damp, as well as a faint tickleshness in your asshole.\n\n"A very mild genetic treatment to insure that you'll be ready for penetration in any hole at any time, and that your body's healing rate and stamina can keep up with your new duties," he declares as he reaches out and lightly hefts one of your breasts as if checking it for some subtle change in firmness or texture. He flicks his thumb across your nipple, making you gasp, and seems satisfied by what he finds since he nods. "After all, while I imagine your holes will be nice and stretched to permanently accomodate Zebrok anatomy by the end of six months, we don't want you getting completely worn out! Similarly it makes a few alterations to your skin since we don't want you getting chafed from the constant damp. Ah, one more bit of your 'uniform', please lay back. As you are, across the short of the bed."\n\nA little confused (and further flustered by the knowledge that you've so casually been rendered into a living sex toy), you do as directed, propping up a bit on your forearms so that you don't feel like you're about to fall off the table. Zolst seems to find that acceptable, since he nudges your legs apart and moves close, picking up another instrument. You muffle another surprised yip as, with a light buzzing from the instrument, he goes to work etching black markings into your skin, the 'medical tool' apparently a fairly advanced tattoo gun. "H-hey, is that permanent?" you can't help but ask, even as your (apparently now permanently) wet pussy grows even wetter at the nearby stimulation, dripping down your skin towards your already stimulated and slightly itchy asshole.\n\n"Oh, no no, it will fade shortly after the end of your shift in six months," Zolst assures you absentmindedly as he continues to work. "The genetic alterations will wear off about the same time, they're only temporary as well. Of course you can always come back for more permanent versions, if you decide you like this posting!"\n\nSurely not, you think as you nibble your lower lip, trying to process how turned-on you're getting from the quick, skittish, slightly painful sensation of being tattooed on your lower belly and crotch. This is an... interesting and sexy sidetrack from where things were going before, but surely after this you'll head back to the Space Ranger academy to spend one more nice, quiet year in the classroom before you finally get to go home. This will just be a very lewd, very fun little sidequest you can look back on, if you feel like it.\n\nSurely.\n\nEventually the doctor finishes his work, straightening up and briefly playing another instrument over the tattoo... a horseshoe symbol, with an intricate marking inside the arch of it, one which your translator field-influenced mind helpfully clarifies as meaning 'Free Use'. "There! That, and the indicator on your collar, will tell the whole crew that they're free to use you sexually in any way they see fit!" the doctor declares, before adding "Speaking of which" and flipping aside his loincloth, which had already risen up and draped over his stiff prick.\n\nYou moan loudly as the doctor's flare pushes against your plumped, dripping pussylips and then pops inside you, the rest of the shaft sliding in smoothly as he grips your hips and pushes his own forward. Soon he's fucking you in quick, eager strokes, not with quite the same body-shaking vigor as the Captain and bridge crew showed yesterday, but with plenty off energy and drive all the same. This time your tits are fully unrestrained, bouncing and shaking with the impact of his hips against your body, and even as you're moaning and whimpering and being driven towards your first orgasm of the day, you hope that genetic treatment included something for your back and shoulders and whatnot because you are going to be doing a lot of breasting boobily all over the ship, it sounds like. But for now you focus on wrapping your legs around the doctor's middle, your heels pressing against his ass through the labcoat and urging him on, this time being a full participant in getting yourself fucked and filled with Zebrok cum.\n\nWhich does indeed spill out of you, dripping down onto the floor as Zolst steps away, your legs once again draping over the side of the bed, spread to show off your slightly gaped and cum-overfilled pussy as you pant and gasp. Zolst steps over to the wall where a small green box is hung up, swinging it up from the bottom to reveal what looks a lot like a tissue dispensor. He pulls out a single (full size) paper towel sized squares and wipes his dick off before draping his loincloth back into place, then pulls another and passes it to you. "They <i>are</i> quite absorbent and efficient, so no need to waste them," he advises as you press the pleasantly cool and damp wipe between your legs, blushing as you stand and let more of his cum flow into it. "And no need to worry about cleaning up any fluids you leave about in the course of your duties, such is the privilege of being Relief Officer."\n\n'Well at least I don't have to play janitor as well as the crew's whore,' you muse as you leave the medbay and are promptly snagged by the first crewman you meet, pushed down to your knees and getting his cock stuffed down your throat. You mmmf and grunt around his girth as he holds onto your head and thrusts down into you, his balls slapping your chin as your hands rest on his powerful thighs, squeezing reflexively as he uses your face like an onahole to get himself off. After a few minutes he empties his balls what feels like directly into your belly, then pulls out and walks off without another word, leaving you coughing and spluttering. ... Well. Duty is duty.\n\nThe next couple of crewmen you pass glance at you thoughtfully, before giving some small sign of regret and moving on, apparently lacking the free time just at the moment to make use of the ship's new sex toy. But then one smiles and approaches you, giving a low "Pardon me" by way of announcing his intentions as he bends you forward to put your hands on the wall. You let out a loud moan as you feel his flared cockhead pressing against your pucker... but whatever Zolst gave you apparently works, since soon your tight rear hole stretches and admits the crewman's thick, throbbing member without the slightest hint of pain. Soon his big black balls are slapping hard against your pussy as he thrusts, one of his hands pulling firmly on your ponytail and the other kneading one of your tits, even as he murmurs in your ear, "I really appreciate this, I've been so busy I haven't cum in almost three days."\n\nThat would certainly seem to reinforce the idea that these guys are virile and used to getting their rocks off regularly, you think in the back of your mind as your eyes roll and your tongue lolls out again, your face once more showing the shameless, wanton surrender to pleasure that apparently saw you considered fit to be classified the Ship's Slut. And when the crewman does flood your ass with his load, you find that three days of a Zebrok's backed-up cum is really something... the outline of his cock in your belly is slowly obscured as it rounds out and bulges a bit with every heavy gush of cum, each one accompanied by a twitch of his cock inside your newly conditioned and sensitive ass that makes you have a little aftershock orgasm of your own.\n\nThat one... well, despite what Zolst said, it does take several of the cleanup towels (which you notice are scattered at very regular intervals along the corridors) to finish cleaning up that load after the crewman's gone on his way with a few half-coherent words of thanks. You take a few seconds to catch your breath, then realize that you don't really have any other directives than that you're 'on duty'. You guess... you can go anywhere on the ship you want? As long as the crew can make use of you? So should you go somewhere specifically, or... well, you guess you can just keep wandering the corridors.\n\nOh, you noticed there was also a comm message station just outside your quarters. You guess crewmembers can actually put in requests? You could go check that too, you guess.\n\n<hr>\n[[Go to the bridge.|GGSR]]\n\n[[Hang out near the crew quarters.|GGSR]]\n\n[[Hang out in one of the bathrooms.|GGSR]]\n\n[[Hang out near the gym.|GGSR]]\n\n[[Hang out in the galley.|GGSR]]\n\n[[Check your requests.|GGSR]]

You almost jerk into motion, you're not sure where, just in response to Tanya's call... then go still, staring with a deep morbid fascination, wondering just what will happen to her next.\n\n"Wilma?! Wilma, you have to do something!" Tanya cries again, obviously not actually able to see you from the chair. Several of the arms stretch all the way over to the clothing area, and come back holding several items... what you can only call a micro-poodle skirt, a midriff-baring pink cardigan, and a pair of fuck-me heels in a glaring pink usually reserved for Cadillacs gifted to women who have sold massive amounts of makeup. You can see some of the arms spraying something on the waistband of the skirt and the inside of the heels... from the slightly pungeunt smell, you'd guess some sort of adhesive. Somehow you don't think the skirt or the shoes will be coming off again as the hands slip them onto Tanya's body, fastening the skirt tight enough to cinch her waist a bit smaller, the cardigan fitting over her bolted-on looking breasts in such a way that it looks like one of those old cone-underwire bras. "Agh, no, it's so tackyyyyy!" Tanya wails, apparently concerned about that even in her current state, wriggling and thrashing in her bondage. A pair of hands holding a strand of obviously plastic pearls moves towards her head, tries several times to adjust to her motions, then stops still and waits for another pair to smush her rouge-smeared cheeks and hold her still until the pearls can be dropped over her head to settle around her neck, another pair following suit with a bright pink headband that you catch a glint of something metallic on the inside before it's pressed over Tanya's newly poofy hair. You notice that the makeup's not even slightly smeared when the hands swing away... well, come to think of it, it does look more like paint than anything else.\n\n"Finally! Let me up you-!" Tanya snaps, apparently thinking her forced makeover is over, only to blink in surprise as a pair of metal bars swing out quickly from the back of the headrest to point forward on either side of it with a loud snap of metal-on-metal. "Huh?" she asks, right before electricity starts arcing from the poles and playing over the sides of her overpermed head. Her eyes roll up and her tongue juts out, her whole body spasming, twitching and jerking involuntarily as the current is passed through the metal-lined headband and into her brain. You jump a little yourself at the initial shock of it... then actually find a hand wandering down towards your crotch, rubbing your pussy through your jeans, especially once you notice the girlcum gushing from Tanya's exposed pussy all over her concealer-coated thighs.\n\nIt's really only a handful of seconds before the electricity ceases, the metal bars snapping back to behind the headrest a moment later. Tanya slumps in the chair, eyes still rolled and tongue lolled out past her fat blowup-doll lips, smoke rising out of her ears and carrying the faint scent of cooked meat. Then she blinks and sits up... and giggles.\n\n"Like! Oh wow! I feel soooo much better!" \n\nShe practically hops to her feet, her ass jiggling more than her tits as she giggles again. Standing, the micro-poodle skirt still doesn't quite cover her pussy, and leaves a generous amount of the underside curve of her enlarged ass bare. She trots over towards a nearby three-way mirror and does a few poses and twirls in front of it. "I'm so hip! I can't believe how square I was, but now I'm a totally bodeacious babe!"\n\n"T-Tanya?" you squeak as she turns and flounces her way towards you. You look at her eyes, noticing that there doesn't seem to really be anyone at home. They're bright, and open, and beneath those giant eyelashes and the whore-level eyeshadow there's just not much to indicate thought or intelligence.\n\n"You're looking kind of square yourself, Wilma! Just 'cause you got glasses doesn't mean you can't go to the hop!" she says with another giggle, reaching out to take your upper arm, and gesturing with her other newly long-nailed hand towards the chair. "Let's make you a bodeacious Bunzy girl!"\n\n<hr>\n[[What? No!!|WilmaFun]]\n\n[[... yeah okay...|WilmaFun2x4]]

"Whew." The Giant pulls slowly out of his wife again. He glances down, noticing that the condom has slid almost a third of the way off, the thick white load filling the reservoir dangling off by a pulled-thin tube of latex. Snorting, he slips the thing completely off and ties a knot in the end. "Looks like that was a close call."\n\n"Mm." The giantess stretches, not even looking as her husband tosses the used condom into the trash to flop atop the other two already laying atop the mixture of tissues and papers. Neither of them give a used and discarded condom any more thought than it's due as they prepare for sleep proper. \n\nIn the trashcan, the thick load of cooling cum shifts inside the rubber tube as it settles atop its discarded red and blue brethren, then slips further down into the bin. By Tuesday, when trash pickup is due, their entire existence will have been forgotten, even as they're whisked away to spend a very long time in a landfill with the rest of the garbage. The purple one, through a quirk of fate, will wind up falling out of the truck just past the gate, and spend the rest of its days laying in the gravel, with the giant garbage men occasionally glancing at it and thinking that someone really ought to throw it away properly one of these days.\n\n<b>Cheerleader in Giantland</b> end - <i>A lonely used condom</i>\n\n<hr>\n[[Eesh. Take me back to when I was trying to hold on in the bus.|CheerForest2x1]]\n\n[[Ew. Take me back to when Cassie heard stuff in the forest.|CheerForestStart]]\n\n[[Um. Take me back to the very start.|CharGenMain]]

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

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

You swallow around Jasmine's fingers, and she slips them out of your mouth before you answer, "The power... being able to change someone how you want... make them into what you want... then use them how you want... it's... it's fucking hot..."\n\n"Mm, what a shock, the bully girl gets hot and bothered seeing the power of a witch," Jasmine says with a chuckle, making you flush as she wraps a hand around her cock and gives it a few strokes, making the flared head wobble up and down practically in your face. "Still, not like I can blame you, since I totally get off on it too. You want that power for yourself, is that it?"\n\nYou swallow hard, then nod a little, looking up at her past those huge tits. "Y-yeah."\n\n"Alright then... maybe if I teach you power, you'll learn to be a bit more subtle about using it... and not getting caught," she adds with a smirk, resting a hand atop your head.\n\nYou don't bother making her ask you... you just obediently open your mouth as she presses the bulge ahead of the flare up between your lips, and starts urging your head further down. She lightly works her hips, pressing the flare against your lips repeatedly, getting a bit more firm each time, until it pops inside, pretty much filling your mouth and smearing heady-tasting pre all over your flattened tongue. As she starts working deeper in, very quickly starting to nudge against the back of your throat, she leans forward and double-clicks on something... a playlist file, you think as you hear the video of Lorelei start playing over again, transitioning into the Katniss video as Jasmine actually pushes past the tightness, your throat visibly bulging up with the flare of her cockhead as it slides inside.\n\nYou rest your hands on her broad, strong hips, staring up at those huge, fat, wobbling tits as she starts fucking her way deeper in slowly and steadily, using even, controlled thrusts, obviously intending to facefuck you for a long time as you hear her experiments being run on a wide variety of lost travelers, rude tourists, and trespassers. As Lorelei's heavy, smooth balls thump your chin again and again, gradually starting to glisten with your drool, you hear the captives moo and bray and bark and bleat, along with the recordings of Jasmine's smug, dommy litany as she fucks them as the mood takes her, using their transformed holes shamelessly, just like she's using yours right now. You take one hand from her hips, sliding it down the front of your panties and starting to work your own pussy, squirming in the chair as you finger-fuck yourself, shuddering in pleasure at the thought of becoming like Jasmine, having power over even the very bodies of others, having an overtly sexual body like that capable of stirring lusts, having a big fat insanely virile prick to dominate with.\n\nYou gasp loudly as Jasmine actually pulls herself out of your throat and mouth in one long, slow stroke, snagging your hand on her hip and putting it on her pole instead. You obediently start stroking the spit-shined shaft, panting hoarsely as you look between it, her jiggling tits, and the screen where she's fucking a girl who's become fluffy and horned with a jutting red prick under her despite her still having large human-like tits. You gasp out and cum (for the fourth time) at the heavy twitch of Jasmine's cock as it starts blasting out thick, heavy ropes of jizz that splatter all over your face, coating your hair and smearing across your skin, dripping down onto your tits to start soaking into the delicate fabric of your nightie.\n\n"Good girl," Jasmine cooed. "Since you've proved you can be obedient and take direction with sufficient motivation, I guess I'll train you after all."\n\n"You... will?" you murmur in a haze of post-orgasmic pleasure, feeling the heat and stickiness of her load seemingly all over your entire body.\n\n"Mhmm. Shower up and get to bed. I'll still expect you to do your morning chores. But after that... we'll begin."\n\nJasmine's certainly right about one thing, the idea of gaining power is sufficient motivation to be obedient, so you shower and get to bed. In the morning Jasmine wakes you up and provides you with work attire... jeans, a T-shirt, a flannel shirt, and work boots. That's... ugh. But, again, <i>power</i>! Power like she has! You follow her around the farm as she shows you the various processes for feeding the animals and doing various other necessities, like hooking the cows to the milking machine.\n\n"Oh hey, isn't this... whatsername, Lorelei?" you ask as you spot the purple tuft between the ears of the cow that Jasmine's slipping the milkers onto the teats of. You smirk a bit as the cow's head tries to whip towards you at the name, but can't really because of the stall Jasmine's urged it into.\n\n"Mm-hmmm, that's her," Jasmine answers as she casually hauls a box over with the toe of one boot, stepping up onto it and shamelessly unzipping her jeans, fishing that horsecock of hers out. You'd noticed that her jeans had an incredibly obvious bulge in the crotch of them today... she must have been using some method to hide it when you showed up. As casually as if it were any of the other activities she'd shown you, she pushes her cock into the cow's cunt, the transformed Lorelei letting out a loud "Moooooo!" that somehow still manages to convey mingled humiliation and pleasure. "I haven't had her bred yet so she's still got her mind, but you know to be a nice, obedient little heifer now, don't you?" she adds, delivering a slap to that big bovine butt, Lorelei's flank twitching as she lets out another moo. \n\nYou flush, unable to help pressing a hand between your legs and rubbing yourself through the layers of denim and cotton. "What about the other ones?" you ask, since Jasmine doesn't actually seem that distracted by fucking the cow. "The ones you only partly transformed?"\n\n"Well, depending... mostly on whether they annoyed me or not," Jasmine grunts, her balls slapping against the lower end of the cow's apparently now gooey pussy. "I either turned them all the way into animals, in which case most of them have probably already turned feral from getting fucked by males or fucking females of the species by now... or I turned them back fully human and sent them on their way, with their memories wiped of course." She lets out a low moan as she thrusts forward, then slips her cock out, trailing bovine pussy-slime mingled with cum. Stepping down, she snags a towel and starts cleaning herself off. "I kept a couple as they were, for research purposes, but I've got them tucked away somewhere more hidden, just in case anyone comes poking around."\n\nEventually, Jasmine shows you down into her lab in the basement. It's a weird mix of game room, sex dungeon, and chemistry lab, though admittedly knowing what she can do in here you kind of dig it. "Now, your sort of proof of initiation is going to be to make a very simple potion," Jasmine says as she walks over to a bookshelf and starts skimming the leather-bound tomes. "While its effects are complex, the recipe itself is dead simple as long as you actually follow the directions properly. Here we are," she adds, taking down a book and flipping to one section, then holding it out.\n\nYou wrinkle your nose a bit... no one told you that <i>reading</i> would be involved. This is disturbingly close to homework, which is close to nerd shit. Still, you take the book, looking at the seemingly hand-written text. "'Shrinking Potion'. Wait, seriously?"\n\n"Yup. Like I said, complicated magical effect, simple recipe. By dinnertime tonight, I expect you to have crafted a shrinking potion. I know you're smart enough to do it, it's just a question of whether you have the drive and focus to do it right. Everything you need is down here and clearly marked, the recipe is clear and even has pictures of the equipment to use, the only excuse you'd have for not getting it right is if you half-assed it. <i>Don't</i> half-ass it," she scolds, wagging a finger, before heading back upstairs.\n\nSighing a bit, you look from the stairs, to the book, to around the basement. You somehow expected there to be more leaping right into sexiness and maybe growing yourself a nice big horsecock or something, not doing... homework. Still, apparently that's what Jasmine expects, so after a minute you grumble and start reading.\n\nMuch later, Jasmine walks down the stairs. "Well, it's almost dinner time, what've you got?"\n\n"Here," you say in a mildly tired tone, holding up a test tube full of pale blue translucent liquid.\n\n"Hmmmm." Jasmine plucks it out of your fingers, giving it a gentle swirl around. "Right color. Right amount. Right viscosity. Okay..." She proffers it back to you. "Drink it."\n\nYou blink hard. "What?"\n\n"Drink it yourself. I've got plenty of vials of all-purpose 'undo' elixer that will handle a potion of this level, so if you take it and shrink down like you should, then I'll change you right back. If you got it wrong... well, who knows what will happen? And whatever does happen, I may just leave you like that for at least a little while, to teach you a lesson. So if you did it right, you've got nothing to worry about, now drink it."\n\n<hr>\n[["Oh, fine."|MeanFarm]]\n\n[["... um..."|MeanFarm]]\n\n[[... Run.|MeanFarm]]

You wind up on a shelf amidst similar other oversized candies and confections, which you have to assume are other unfortunate candy snitches who disregarded the signs. Apparently you're still something of a magical candy, since besides retaining your ability to think and see and feel, you regenerate over time, meaning that Tandy is free to make new fuck-holes in you as often as she likes. Of course she also occasionally licks on you or takes bites out of you, which feels even better than her thick, throbbing cock pumping into your red gummi body.\n\nThis goes on for years, with you sitting on the shelf and being used as a sex toy or watching other candy sex toys being used. You lose more and more sense of your self or memory of who you used to be, until all you can remember is being a big red candy sex toy longing to be gnawed on or stuffed full of dick. You watch enviously as Tandy stuffs the other candy-toys full of her cock or slides them up the pussy of her assistant Mandy, each time wishing it were you. You don't get to do many naughty things with Mandy, being more of a cocksheath, but one time Tandy does stuff you up the pretty redhead's cunt and then fuck you, leaving that tight, dark hole gripping around you, cherry-flavored slime dripping onto the sheets from her pussy juices mingling with your substance as they slide over your surface.\n\nOne night, long after you've forgotten who you were and after you've been largely forgotten by the world, Tandy gets particularly drunk and gets particularly exuberant with you. You're left with gaping holes in your thick gummi body as Tandy fucks you all the way through at random angles, and finally gobbles you down in your entirety. Thoroughly perforated and then devoured, there's nothing for you to regenerate from. Of course, being completely eaten (finally) gave you so many orgasms on the way out that what remained of your mind was likely destroyed anyway.\n\nOh well. What a way to go!\n\n<b>Gamer Girl Candy Shop</b> end - <i>Cummy bear</i>\n\n<hr>\n\n[[Back to start.|CharGenMain]]

You're too confused and mixed up right now to do anything. You clamber down from the tree and head to the mall, in sudden desperate need of a smoothie.\n\nA bit later, as you sit sipping your smoothie, you start to calm down and convince yourself to just butt out. Is it really your business, in the end? I mean, it's your family, sure, but it's sort of your Mom's private life... kind of between her and Dad, isn't it? Something feels vaguely wrong with this logic, but then nothing about the situation seems exactly right, does it? Still, right or wrong, by the time you've finished your smoothie, you've resolved to keep what you saw to yourself. You wait until it's well into evening to return, to find both your parents home and life going on as if part of your worldview hadn't been shattered.\n\nThe overwhelming normalcy actually kind of soothes you after awhile, though. Nothing seems all that different as days and then weeks go by, and sometimes you almost question whether you really saw what you saw. Well, you know you did, but if things can seem this normal with that having happened, maybe it's not even that big a deal after all. You eventually resolve to stop thinking about it entirely.\n\nThat is, of course, until it shows up and introduces itself to you again. You're sitting at the mall one day, sipping on another smoothie and sadly pondering the impending death of your summer vacation, when someone walks up and settles into the seat across from you. You stare for a moment, wondering what the hell some adult woman is doing infringing on your personal space, before your eyes widen as you recognize the brown hair in a ponytail and the smart suit. You can't see the fancy hairclasp from this angle, but the knowing grin she gives you makes seeing it a bit unnecessary.\n\n"Hey there. Cyan, right? You're Jocasta's daughter."\n\n"Um," you respond wittily.\n\n"No, it's alright. I know this is sudden. I was just passing by and I saw you over here. I thought I'd come and say hello," she says, giving a little flick of a hand and showing off perfectly-manicured nails painted a deep, dark red. Her grin grows more knowing as she leans forward some, dark eyes meeting yours. "And, of course, to thank you for not saying anything. I know that must have been difficult for you."\n\nYou stare at her for a moment more, then cast your eyes to one side, sullenly taking a few more sips from your straw before answering. "How'd you know I saw you?"\n\n"You're not quite as hidden from below in that tree as you think you are. But I also pride myself on being perceptive, so there's that... your mother didn't say anything, so I doubt she noticed you. My name is Amethyst, by the way, nice to meet you." She winks, still smiling. "It's okay if you don't want to say the same. Yet. Though I'd like to think you and I could get along well."\n\nThat's enough to have you set down your cup and stare at her in open disbelief. "<i>Really</i>?"\n\n"Listen, I'm not going to try and convince you that my having 'extramarital relations' with your mother is some sort of noble thing," Amethyst explains, putting a hand to her chest. "I'm not interested in that sort of viewpoint, anyway. What we do isn't just about sex... not that it's about romance, either."\n\nYou stare at her, cogs ticking around in your head, before your cheeks color. "What, seriously?! You're a dom-" Wincing as you realize your voice has risen, you duck your head and glance around, seeing if anyone noticed.\n\nOne elegantly-plucked eyebrow quirks. "My my, you think fast. How in the world did you realize that so qui-" She glances to one side, seeing a display of movies that are currently out, and makes a bit of a face. "Oh. Yes. Well, let's... not get into that. I suppose there are certain parallels, but God forbid my life ever turn into such a painfully unimaginative screed."\n\n"But that's why you and my Mom are...?"\n\n"I wouldn't go so far as to say it's the <i>only</i> reason. Scarlet has told me often enough that she loves your father, and I believe her, but there are simply certain kinds of satisfaction he can't give her. And she wanted them, and made the choice to have them, and some time later here we are sitting in the food court having this little discussion." Amethyst quirks both brows this time, lacing her fingers together and resting her chin atop them as she props her elbows on the tabletop. "It's both quite a simple choice and a vastly complex one, as most emotional and physical needs are. Though I suppose one way to understand it a little bit would be to experience what she decided she needed for yourself."\n\nYou stare at her again, this time feeling a little shiver that you're not entirely sure of the origin of run up and then back down your spine. "You're... you're seriously suggesting that you... and I...?"\n\n"Why not?" Amethyst's smile is particularly sultry now, dark eyes dancing as she watches you with an unerring and steady gaze. "You've been confused and conflicted, haven't you? Many people find that after such a session they're remarkably more clear-headed. In this case, it would certainly help lend context to the issue you've been trying to understand. I'm not promising you'll like the context once you find it, but I am offering to give it to you."\n\nSo basically, your mother's lesbian lover is offering to take you back to her place and dominate you. Sexually. That is, if you want her to. ... Well.\n\n<hr>\n[[No way!|GGParentPlaceholder]]\n\n[[Hell. Why not?|GGParent1x5]]

"... Yeah. Yeah, okay," you say after a few moments of mulling it over. You're not entirely sure why you're agreeing, other than the fact that what she's said somehow makes sense on some level. Or at least, has made you curious. "I guess I can... try it."\n\n"Good." Amethyst's eyes sparkle as she stands up, beckoning you to join her as she starts walking away, her stride smooth and perfectly practiced to create the perfect subtle roll of her hips and clack of her heels on the floor. "Follow me then."\n\n'What am I doing,' you think as you stand as well, tossing your cup into the trash in passing as you follow after her. She leads the way out into the parking lot, and over to a very sleek luxury car that beeps as you stop next to it. "... So you do this for money or something?" you ask as you finally move to the passenger side door, sliding into the embarrassingly comfortable black leather seat (that's not at all hot despite the summer heat, presumably due to a mix between the heavily tinted windows and some expensive feature.\n\n"If you're asking me if your mother pays me, the answer is no," Amethyst answers as she pulls out of the parking spot and heads out to the roads, the ride smoother than almost anything you've ever felt. "I don't charge the women I dominate and have sex with. I do, however, charge the men that I dominate and don't have sex with. Some of them are even aware that I have no interest in their cocks, that they even disgust me... those men pay me much, much more," she practically purrs, eyes glittering wickedly before she does a quick glance at you. "What about you, Cyan? Do you like girls?"\n\n"I... I never really thought-" you start, only to cut yourself off in shock as one of her hands leaves the wheel and moves over, calmly and deftly undoing the button of your black jeans. "I, um... I..." You gasp as her hand slips down the front of your pants and under your panties, fingers moving deftly over your slit even in the tight space. You bite your lower lip and let your eyes close, muffling a bit of a whimper. Your breath starts coming faster, your heart beating as you squirm in place, feeling her fingers playing over your pussy. "I never... thought I might like girls," you manage, your voice shaking.\n\n"And yet here you are, your pussy getting wet because a woman is stroking it," she coos, then gives a light laugh as she worms a gasp that's almost a cry out of you by rubbing your clit, your hips jerking off the seat and towards her hand. "My my, you must be terrible at being a straight girl, Cyan." \n\nYour already hot blush deepens at that, your fingers gripping the edge of the seat as her fingertips continue gently working over your folds, before carefully sliding one a bit inside you, working in and out slowly. You press your head back against the seat, breaths coming in quick pants between your parted lips as she continues to play with you. She works you right up to the edge several times, making you tremble in the car seat as other cars slip by outside and the town moves around you. Around the time she starts pulling into the parking structure of a large, glamorous high-rise she finally focuses on rubbing your clit and makes you cum, leaving you shaking against the leather seat as your body trembles in sensation.\n\nBy the time you calm down the car is parked, and Amethyst is sitting in her own seat, hand back out of your pants and resting on the center console. You blush again, clearing your throat to try and compose yourself. "So, uh... that... that all there is to it?"\n\n"You'd be surprised how much of 'it' there was to that, darling," she explains with a little laugh again, her eyes twinkling. "Think about it. I not only had control of the car, this powerful, even deadly machine, and thus control over your safety and where we were going. I mixed it with controlling your pleasure... deciding exactly when you were allowed to feel it, when you were allowed to cum. Add in the danger of someone possibly seeing through the tint as we drove by... imagine, if you will, if I'd decided to drive past a bunch of your friends, have you squirming and writhing in the seat while I fingered your pussy, with everyone you know outside, just a sheet of dark glass between you and humiliation, the utter destruction of your reputation. And there's me... creating all that danger, controlling it, deciding how much of it there is and just how close to the edge of it we come, deciding at any moment that I might simply send us both toppling over. Or maybe just you."\n\nYou swallow hard, feeling a strange mixture of terror and arousal that makes you squirm in place. "O-okay. So, uh... so that's-"\n\n"Strip."\n\nYou just stare at her for a moment. "What?"\n\n"We're going to go up to my apartment now. But you're going up naked. Before you get out of the car, strip. Leave your clothes here," she says, all the laughter gone out of her face, every line of it composed and solemn. "You can leave your shoes on until we get there. You should be able to get those jeans over them."\n\n"I... but..." You glance towards the dim, deserted-looking parking lot, but can't help but picture a huge crowd suddenly stepping out from behind the cars the moment you step out of this one nude. "Someone might see us, and-"\n\n"Yes, I'd be in an awful lot of trouble, wouldn't I? Gallivanting around with a naked teenager in broad daylight, I daresay I'd be locked up before nightfall." Some of the glitter comes back into Amethyst's eyes, lips curling up at the edges just slightly. "And you'd become 'that girl caught naked with a lesbian dominatrix', for I'm sure it would get out. You know how things tend to. I daresay your social life would be ruined. Quite dangerous. But you see, that's what I do, Cyan. I don't just dominate, I drag people out of their nice, safe lives for a little while and I make them play with danger in one way or another."\n\n"... What if I don't want to play with danger?"\n\n"Then button your pants up instead of taking them off," Amethyst answers, quirking her eyebrows. "I'll take you home. You'll have had a little taste of what your mother experiences, maybe a little insight into why she needs it so badly. Do with that knowledge what you will. I'm not here to threaten you or make you do anything. There's no blackmail, no pressure... just an invitation for more." She gives a slight nod towards your lower body. "So. On, or off?"\n\nYou bring your hands to the button of your jeans, hesitating briefly...\n\n<hr>\n[[On.|GGParent]]\n\n[[Off.|GGParent1x6]]

Ah, spring is sprung, and it's time for an overabundance of pastels and garden parties where the weather is just slightly too bad to really have a garden party but it's spring so you have a garden party, until things transition to the period where the weather is just slightly too bad to have a barbecue but it's summer so you have a barbecue.\n\nAhem.\n\nIn any event! Time to get to work on the upcoming event, and that's-\n\n[[Easter.|HollyEasterStart]]\n\n[[One of those damn garden parties.|HollyGPStart]]

You look into her eyes, and realize with a feeling that is both bleak and passionate that you're completely done for. You once thought you'd nudge one of your "friends" in front of a train to advance yourself. Now that you're Maeve's "friend", you realize that you'd let her do it.\n\n"Yes. I'll stay with you, fight with you, whatever," you mutter almost sullenly, but look up to meet her eyes. She almost seems shocked for a moment at what she sees there, then her fox smile perks her lips and her eyes warm and glitter. She leans in to kiss you briefly, then steps back a bit.\n\n"I am truly happy to hear that, Layla, you have no idea how much." She leans in for another quick kiss, then steps back a bit. "Here, give me a moment." She closes her eyes, moving her head just a bit as if searching for something on the inside of her eyelids. Then she opens her eyes and smiles again. "It shouldn't take her but a moment."\n\nIndeed it's only a few seconds before the door opens and Erika peeks in, before stepping fully into the room. "Everything okay?"\n\n"Yes, Erika, it's all been worked out, thank you," Maeve answers with easy good humor, giving her wand a flick and rendering all three of you instantly naked.\n\nYou glance down at yourself, then grin at her. "You've really got to teach me that one, Maeve, especially if I can hit someone with it from under a desk without getting caught."\n\n"You'd have to be careful, I think one or two of the teachers have started to catch on that it's one of mine," Maeve replies dryly, leaning in to kiss you, then doing the same with Erika as she walks over. Then she wraps an arm around each of your waists and pulls you in close, bringing all three of you tightly together. You can't quite actually kiss this way, but you are able to flick your tongues against each other in a lewd approximation of one. The fact that it's cultured, elegant Maeve initiating something so utterly pornographic has you almost sopping wet in no time, your whole body thrumming with warm eagerness radiating from low in your belly.\n\n(TBC)

Eh, maybe she had a hard day and cut out early to relax. If she's trying to release some stress with a long shower, you don't really want to distract her from that, lest her ire land on you instead. Not that she's an angry person usually but hey, everyone can have a bad day.\n\nYou go back to wasting time on the computer, minutes wandering off into oblivion. You almost jump out of your skin as something off in the corner makes a loud trilling noise, causing you to jerk your head in that direction. ... Holy crap it's the phone. As in, the actual landline. The only reason you even still have that thing in here is that you always liked the style of the one you picked out when you were a kid, and have never bothered to get rid of it. Who calls on a landline anymore?\n\nYou notice the little light on the side of the phone blip on as it stops ringing. Hm, your mom must have picked up. Your interest is sort of piqued just because you honestly can't remember the last time someone called the landline... Deviville has <i>extremely</i> strict laws against robocallers and telemarketers, so it seems unlikely to be one of those. Hmmm...\n\n<hr>\n[[Listen in.|GGParent2x1]]\n\n[[No, that's wrong.|GGParent1x2]]

You resist the desire to snoop, knowing that you'd probably feel bad even if it was completely boring. Your parents do respect your own privacy quite a bit after all... who are you to invade theirs? You turn your attention back to your computer screen and do your best to ignore the allure of the little glowing button.\n\nThe next time you think about it is about five minutes later when there's a knock at your door. You glance at the phone reflexively and see the light's out, check your screen for porn, and kick a bag of something under your desk before calling, "Yeah?"\n\n"Cyan?" The door opens a bit and your mother peeks in briefly before actually walking into the room. The two of you look a lot alike, as you've often been told... she's a bit taller and more full-figured (genetic, not just age, you know), and her hair's undyed and clipped in a short but professional style, but other than that it's like someone cloned you from her. Other than getting your dad's side of the family tree for body shape, you're all her. "Hey, I brought some work home with me, and I'm going to be taking photos in the downstairs living room for awhile. It'd probably be annoying for everyone involved if you were here too, so..."\n\nShe grins and holds up a pair of twenties, wagging them a bit. "Here. Hit the mall or the movies or whatever. Just go ahead and skedaddle, okay? I really need to get right to work and can't have you walking through the area in the middle of things."\n\nSomething's setting off warning bells in your head. This sort of thing certainly isn't unheard of... you've been scrammed before, for one or the other of your parents to work, or so they could have "private time". But usually it involved more notice, less money, and there weren't any odd landline calls in close proximity to being asked to do it.\n\n<hr>\n[[Gift horse, mouth, etc.|GGParentPlaceholder]]\n\n[[This bears looking into. (Heh. Horse. Bear.)|GGParent1x3]]

"Uh, yeah, sure." Plastering a grin on your face, you snag the money from your mother's hand and watch as she retreats to the hallway. You haul on some jeans that seem mostly clean, check to see that you've got your phone and wallet, and then head downstairs and out the door, your mom trailing you the whole way. Yeah, something weird is definitely going on. You do your best to seem nonchalant as you grab your keys and head out the door, but you feel her eyes on your back as you head down the sidewalk.\n\nYou get to the corner before doubling back and cutting through a few yards, before carefully approaching your own yard, and one particular tree growing in it. You shimmy and scramble your way up, grunting your way through what you distinctly remember as once being pure fun, before settling on a nice thick branch that's outside your own window, but conveniently hidden from outside view by plenty of leaves. (Yeah, that heavy set of drapes over your window isn't just to keep out the hideous sunlight.) Incidentally, it also gives you a fair view of both the front and back yards.\n\nThus you have a pretty good view as a woman you've never seen before comes strolling down the sidewalk, then does a discrete check around before ducking for the backyard fence entrance. You blink in surprise, focusing on her. She's got long brown hair pulled back into a ponytail and fastened with a fancy golden clasp, and she's wearing a rather nice black pants-suit that flatters her figure without being snug. You're not quite sure what to make of it as she quietly knocks at the back door and waits for your mother to answer.\n\nWhat happens then almost makes you fall out of the tree. Your mother doesn't just answer the door, she draws the other woman close and kisses her. Not some polite, chaste little kiss on the cheek... you actually see her mouth opening and tongue poking out some before they make contact! You flail just a bit and have to re-clasp the branch to steady yourself, and when you look up you almost fall again... they're not only still kissing, but your mom is grabbing her ass! They practically tumble inside, the door closing behind them.\n\nYou feel dizzy, your head swimming with the impact of what you've just seen. Admittedly, you'd started to suspect your mother was having an affair... but with another woman?!\n\n<hr>\n[[You've gotta tell your dad!|GGParentPlaceholder]]\n\n[[You've gotta do nothing.|GGParent1x4]]\n\n[[You've gotta... go check this out.|GGParent10x1]]

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

"I think I smell vegetables, or something," you reply slowly, blinking in surprise.\n\n"Vegetables? Really?" Coach Morrison blinks, then gives you a wry grin. "Interesting information, Amanda, but not exactly sure how it's helpful in our situation."\n\nAs if on cue, both of your stomachs growl, helping to emphasize that you missed the bus's stop for dinner and that doing so was hours ago. The two of you blush in embarrassment, then break out in laughter at the looks on each other's faces.\n\n"Well, when I'm wrong I'm wrong. Maybe a produce truck overturned around here at one point and left seeds or something." She sniffs a few times, then nods. "Yup, I smell it too now, it's definitely that 'farmer's market stand' smell. It can't be too far off the road, let's have a look."\n\nThe two of you carefully step off the packed earth of the road and into the treeline, Coach Morrison aiming the flashlight downwards. Luckily it seems the mist is clearing up, because soon you spot the curling vines and colors of a vegetable patch. It looks more like someone's odd little secret garden than a random growth from forgotten veggies... the earth is tilled into nice little mounds, and the vegetables look healthy and bug-free.\n\n"Wow, quite a little harvest. Weird place for it." Coach Morrison looks around, even sweeping the flashlight up. "Huh, apples too. At least we have choices on what to eat."\n\nYou nod eagerly, looking around at what there is to offer. \n\n<hr>\n[[Have an eggplant.|CheerForest]]\n\n[[Have a tomato.|CheerForest]]\n\n[[Have a mushroom.|CheerForest]]\n\n[[Have an apple.|CheerForest]]

"I think we're supposed to go to the left," you say, pointing at the map. "It should be only about twenty minutes to Hendricksville that way." Coach Morrison nods and hauls on the wheel, obviously resisting the urge to tilt her body as she guides the old grey behemoth towards the left fork in the road.\n\nFive minutes later the bus emerges from the trees and onto a long country road, the mist starting to fade away. In another twelve minutes or so the signs of Motel 6's and Shell stations start popping up and the cheer squad bursts into spontaneous whooping and applause. Coach Morrison calls a cheerful "Settle down" until she finally pulls the bus into what looks like a promising place. It's one of the sorts that's made up of several long buildings grouped together with the rooms all in a row and what's effectively a long shared porch outside of all of them. The paint looks fresh, the roof green and the walls white, and there are only a few other, rather nice-looking vehicles parked in the lot. A sign with a large double H proclaims it the Hendricksville Hotel (which it's not really, but oh well, Hendricksville Motel lacks that alliterative flair), and that it offers free cable and a swimming pool.\n\n"C'mon, Amanda, let's head inside and get the rooms," Coach Morrison says as she swings the door open and trots towards the office, you hurrying after her. Inside, the grandfatherly man who's working the desk makes genial chitchat with the adult woman as she asks for seven double-bed rooms and pays. When the keycards come out (wow, they've updated to those even out here), he sets them in front of you.\n\nYou pick up the fourteen cards, pondering. There's thirteen people on this trip... twelve students and the coach. Generally common sense would say that the teacher would get a room to herself, but she did ask for seven double-bed rooms, not six double-beds and a single. But you also know that one of the cheerleaders, Hanna, absolutely <i>hates</i> sleeping in the same room with other people. So you could give Hanna her own room and room with Coach Morrison yourself, or you could follow typical social etiquette and let the adult have her own room while you room with your friend Cassie and just pair Hanna with one of the quieter girls.\n\n<hr>\n[[Room with Coach Morrison.|CheerMotel1x1]]\n\n[[Room with Cassie.|CheerMotel2x1]]

Ooo, that sounds fun~! Especially since with it being virtual and all, you're guessing the guys will automatically be hot. Grinning, you step through the door, finding yourself in another room with more doors, these having both titles and descriptions.\n\n[[Foursome|GGFS]] - A standard group scenario involving three human men.\n\n[[Full gangbang|GGFS]] - A group scenario with many more human men.\n\n[[Full gangbang (Futa)|GGFS]] - A group scenario with numerous "fully equipped" humans.\n\n[[Full gangbang (Horseman)|GGFS]] - A group scenario with numerous anthropomorphic equines.\n\n[[Blowbang|GGFS]] - A group scenario where you will only use your mouth and hands.\n\n[[Blowbang (Horseman)|GGFS]] - As above but with anthropomorphic equines.\n\n[[Gangbang Extreme|GGFS]] - A group scenario involving very numerous men and multi-stuffing.\n\n[[Gangbang Extreme (Horseman)|GGFS]] - As above but with anthropomorphic equines.\n\n[[Siring|GGFS]] - A foursome involving extremely endowed anthropomorphic equines.\n\n[[Train|GGFS]] - A scenario where numerous men will line up to fuck you.\n\n[[Train (Extreme)|GGFS]] - A scenario where an effectively unlimited number of varied individuals will line up to fuck you (until you terminate the scenario).\n\n[[Orgy|GGFS]] - Group sex involving males and females.\n\n[[Futa orgy|GGFS]] - An all-futa orgy.\n\n

The door swings open, the Master sighing a bit as he walks in, running a gloved hand up his black-skinned face and tucking a hank of white hair behind one long, pointed ear. "Well that whole thing was a bust," he mutters as he drops his bag by the door. "I need a stay-cation, no matter how little there is to do around here."\n\nHaving heard the door, you quickly bustle out and into the living area. "Master! You're, like, home and stuff!" You are of course wearing your maid uniform, the top of which barely covers the lower half of your huge tits, and the skirt of which doesn't entirely cover the little white panties with a black bow on the front. Your high heels click a bit on the stone floor before you step onto the carpet, stocking-clad legs lifting high to avoid tripping. You may be just a silly goof, but you know how to get around the house! "I've been keeping the place, like, super clean for you, and the hot tub is all ready and junk!"\n\n"Oh?" He blinks, staring at you for several long moments, before his lips curl up in a smug grin. "Have you, now?"\n\n"Uh-huh! Like, I'll make you dinner and stuff while you're relaxing!" Then you put your fingertips to your full, pink-painted lips. "Oh gosh! But I bet you're all pent up and junk from, like, being on the road! I'm sorry, Master!" You immediately fall to your knees in front of him and brush his robes aside, pulling open his pants and fishing out the dark black length of his cock. Cooing adoringly, you rub your cheek against it before slipping your lips over the head, slurping with your tongue.\n\n"Mmf." The Master puts his hand on your head, but doesn't push you down just yet, letting you wet the tip of his cock before leaning in, nuzzling at his balls. "Well, that's alright, pet. You are very stupid, after all."\n\nYou giggle at that, looking up at him worshipfully. "Like, totally!" Then you slide your mouth over his cockhead again, this time continuing on until you've taken all twelve inches of him up to the root, his balls against your chin and your lips around the base of his shaft. Gag reflex? Like, what's that?\n\n"Hnnnh." The Master lets out a soft hiss, then grabs both sides of your head and starts thrusting his hips, going from placidly letting you work to fucking your mouth just like that. You moan happily around his girth, feeling him stretching your throat every time he thrusts in. "And you are only good for looking after the house and being my cumdump, in truth!"\n\n"Mm-hmmm!" you agree, the noise obviously stimulating his cock buried in your throat, from the way he moans.\n\n"You're just a stupid! Worthless! Surface elf! Bimbo!" he almost snarls, thrusting forward hard with each word, until he keeps shoved in deep and lets loose a long groan. The mixture of all those wonderful compliments and feeling his cock throbbing and shaking in your throat as he uses you to dump his load in sets you off as well, and with a squeal muffled by his prick you cream your cute little panties, trembling in place on your knees. The master pants for a moment as he finishes, looking down at you and then giving a breathless chuckle. "Half-elf. Whatever." He slides his gradually softening cock out of your mouth and wipes it on your face a few times. "Alright, slave, I'm going to go take that soak now. Get to work on dinner, and make it good, or you won't get a spanking tonight."\n\n"Oh gosh! Like, I'll try extra hard, Master!" you promise, wiggling in anticipation of more abuse as he hitches up his pants and walks off.\n\nHe's so good to you. ♥\n\n<b>Gamer Girl Rogue</b> end - <i>Like, maid service, and junk</i>

Healers are always in demand, and you can earn a lot of in-game currency (and even real-world currency) by being a particularly good one. Deciding to see what a revamped cleric is like, you make your selection. The character model's robe shifts and alters, becoming opaque and more glittering of texture, a golden tiara appearing on her forehead and a stola in red and orange draped around her neck and hanging down past her waist. However, you also notice some rather physical changes, the character model's hips becoming a bit more generous and her breasts becoming a <i>lot</i> more generous. Guess there's something to that whole "forces of life", huh?\n\nFrom here you'd expect to go to customizing your character novel, but instead find yourself at another choice screen... apparently each new character is supposed to have a "trait"... something unique to them that affects their gameplay in some way. You raise your eyebrows some as you read over them... you can definitely see why this is an adults only game now, if this is the sort of stuff they're including. It can't be nearly as interesting as they make it sound... it's probably just pervy fluff text to go with game mechanics. Why try to cut out such a big part of the audience for some text? Oh well.\n\n<center>Choose your hero's trait!</center>\n\n[[Generous Priestess|GGWOWplaceholder]] - Your healing abilities are all greatly boosted. However, you must tend to the sexual needs of any who ask you; should you refuse, you will lose your powers. (Yeah yeah, some NPCs will probably occasionally ask you to do naughty things, you'll click 'yes', there'll be a fade to black.)\n\n[[Cock Weakness|GGWOWplaceholder]] - Your willpower is almost indestructible in all cases save one: the sight of a cock drives you near to madness with the desire to please it. (Improved will saves against everything but standard males, got it.)\n\n[[Cow of the Gods|GGWOWplaceholder]] - Your breasts fill with holy milk that can provide much-needed healing energy to your party members, most effective if taken directly, but even when bottled it is life-giving. (Oh hey, generating healing potions and party members able to click on you to heal, don't really see any drawbacks there.)

The Midnight Elves, AKA the "tooootally not a villain race u guyz". Which is what the devs say about all of the red faction but the style and even the class names kind of tend not to hold up to that, let alone the fluff and worldbuilding. Heck, they have dark grey skin, default to red eyes, and their hair is spiky and black. They even look like standard fantasy bad guys! Which means they look really cool and are a damn popular race among players.\n\n<center>Choose your character's sex.</center>\n\n[[Male|GGWOW12x1]]\n\n[[Female|GGWOW11x2]]

You select the female Midnight Elf, and her character model zooms in to occupy the screen, with her spiky black hair that comes past her knees, her stern expression, and her black sclera with glowing red irises. She's wearing a sort of robe, with the legs slit all the way up the sides to her waist to show off legs and hips. She scowls and folds her arms over her chest, glaring about as if wondering what was taking you so long to finish generating her. You kind of like her already.\n\n<center>Choose your character's class.</center>\n\n[[Warlock|GGMEW1x1]]\n\n[[Assassin|GGMEA1x1]]

You've barely gone off the beaten path at all, this hardly counts as an adventure even for the suburbs. You step over the stream and head deeper into the forested area.\n\nYou're surprised by how quickly it starts seeming overgrown and dense... it's clear at this point you've completely left the maintained section of the park and wandered into the closest you can get to authentic woodlands around here. You're starting to think maybe you should turn back, when you turn around and... actually, which way did you come? You... maybe should have paid a little more attention when you were walking out here. Sighing, you pull out your phone, intending to use it to at least make sure you're headed back towards the park, when, "What the hell do you mean, no GPS signal?" You scowl at the phone, then glance upwards. The foliage overhead isn't <i>that</i> dense, it shouldn't be blocking your signal...\n\nYou're tucking the phone back into your pocket when something strikes you across the back. You yelp and hit the ground hard, wincing in pain at the stinging across your shoulders, then give another short cry more of surprise than pain as an odd-feeling foot presses down on your lower back. You twist around some and look over your shoulder to find a sharp stone spearpoint not too far from your face, held by some sort of... dog man! The species isn't exactly clear, he's just brown and scruffy, but he definitely has a muzzle, perked-up ears, and a glance at the foot that's not on your back shows that it looks like a paw despite his humanoid hands. He's wearing a loincloth and a series of crudely-decorated leather straps across his bare, muscular chest and arms.\n\n"Who trespasses in kobold territory?" he snarls, quite literally since his lip lifts away from his sharp teeth on one side.\n\n"... You're not a kobold," you reply with a blink.\n\n"... Eh? Am too!" he shoots back in a rather offended tone.\n\n"Nah, man, kobolds are little lizard dudes, they're halfling size not people size, they worship dragons, they're not dogs," you assert, shaking your head.\n\n"Ah, see, that's where the problem is," the dogman says with a nod, bringing his spear back and resting the butt on the ground nearby so he can gesture with one hand. "You're thinking of the American version of kobolds, whereas Japanese series generally portray them as humanoid canines."\n\n"But that's bullshit!" you blurt. "My fantasy paths have always been the American style! Hell my library path uses the name of actual Wizards of the Coast 3.5 D&D books even if the content's tweaked for the game, you can't just mix and match stuff like this!"\n\n"Guys do you fucking <i>mind</i>?" Skooma hisses from off to the side where she's sitting in her director's chair.\n\nYou and the dogman both blink, then glance towards the player. "... Sorry," you both chorus, before the kobold quickly aims his spear at your face again and resumes his threatening posture.\n\n"Uh, easy there, buddy," you try, deciding not to try moving anymore while that spear is pointed at your nose. "I didn't mean to trespass in your territory or anything, I just got lost, that's all."\n\n"Lost? What sidhe gets lost?" the kobold snorts... then frowns, reaiming the spear and brushing some hair away from your ear. "You're no sidhe, you're... a human? I didn't know there were even any on this continent!" He narrows his dark eyes, leaning in a bit. "Who are you among your own people, human?"\n\n<hr>\n[[You're, uh... a famous intellectual.|GGDog9x2]]\n\n[[You're definitely a, um, a powerful warrior.|GGDog]]\n\n[[Just someone out on a little adventure, really.|GGDog]]\n\n[[You're just a normal girl, honest!|GGDog]]

"Where I come from I'm a famous intellectual," you answer, thinking fast. "Um, all sorts of people come to me for advice! The rulers of countries, builders of cities, warriors who need someone to lead them in battle!" Which is one way to put that you play civ builder games and are a raid leader, you guess. \n\n"Eh? Really?" the kobold says, blinking a few times. Then he eyes you suspiciously. "Then what are you doing in our territory?"\n\n"... Got lost?" you offer with much more direct honesty.\n\n"Thought you were famous intellectual, how'd you get lost?!" he growls back.\n\n"Intellectual, not mapmaker!"\n\n"..." The kobold stares at you for several long moments, then shrugs with his lips and nods a few times. "Okay that makes sense. Well then you should be smart enough to know not to try anything dumb when you come with me!"\n\n"Um." You eye the spear, then nod a bit yourself. "Okay that makes sense."\n\nThe kobold steps back enough to let you get to your feet, and gestures you ahead, occasionally directing you to go one way or the other. You're pretty sure that this is the point where an action hero would dramatically wheel around, effortlessly taking the spear away and knocking the kobold to the ground, running off to find the A plot, but uh... yeah you would definitely die.\n\nEventually you emerge from the trees and into a fairly primitive-looking village. The buildings look like they're quite literally just bound-together sticks, same with the rooves, with so many obvious gaps in them that they seem to be more for the sake of technically having shelter than keeping the elements out. You see a number of other kobolds milling about, sitting and working on weapons or just sort of roaming the little... camp? village?... and stopping to stare at you as you're directed through by your captor. Like him, none of them seem to match up to any breed that you're particularly familiar with. Honestly, if you had to guess, you'd say they're, well... mutts. Most of them also seem to be male... there are a couple of females, their four furry breasts bared (the second set being a bit smaller than the top), but they look on the older side, with bits of grey in the fur of their muzzles.\n\nYou're led to a larger, though no more elaborate or hardy, building in the center, where your captor leaves you with a pair of what are apparently guard kobolds pointing spears at you as he goes inside. "... Don't guess you'd buy that I'm with the union of dungeon monsters, both malevolent and benign, wouldja?" you ask them, then grin sheepishly as they frown and raise their spears as if taking that as some kind of threat. "Yeah thought not."\n\nEventually the kobold that took you captive in the first place comes out and waves you inside, and you head in. You're guessing the pair of kobolds inside must be the leaders... they're not any older than the guards outside, if you had to guess, but his loincloth's got beadwork on it and he's got an actual short sword sheathed at his belt, and her loincloth is woven in patterns instead of just being a flap, her breasts a bit bigger and perkier than the other females in the village. They definitely look a bit livelier than the others, and you guess they're both a bit closer to looking like chocolate labs than the sort of vague "dog" appearance of the rest.\n\n"So, Suddy tells us that you are a grand intellectual who can act as both warchief and expansion guide," the female says after a few moments, looking you up and down.\n\n"Yeah, I-" You pause a bit. "... His name's 'Suddy'?"\n\n"Yes. I am Panko, and this is my sister Cocoa," the male says, gesturing between them. "We are the leaders of this tribe."\n\nOh god they have dog names it's so cute and so ridiculous and you wind up standing there trying not to laugh while also saying, "My name's Cyan. And uh yeah I'm pretty experienced in all... those matters." Top twenty-five ranking raid leader four years running, baby, yeah!\n\n"Then perhaps you can help us," Panko says after a few moments of an exchanged glance with his sister. "A powerful oni annexed the lands on which our village once stood... and absorbed all of our tribe's fittest warriors and all of the females of breeding age into her own army. What you see now is simply what is left... whoever the oni did not find particularly useful. All of our more experienced and wise leaders were either killed or defected to the oni... we need someone of your skills if we are to survive and thrive again."\n\nHoo boy. This is a little much for you just having wandered off the path in the fucking park, but somehow you have the feeling you're not exactly in the Deviville backwoods anymore. You're fairly certain the town would have noticed a tribe of dog people and a demon's army at some point. ... Probably? But yeah the more likely thing seems to be that you've somehow pulled an Alice and stumbled into some other world. "I, uh... I guess maybe I could help?" you say slowly, thinking of how you'd much rather try to run back to where you were and try to get back home at the first opportunity.\n\n"Perhaps we are not being clear," Cocoa says in a reasonable, even tone. "Lost or not, you have entered the area around our village uninvited. So, you may either join our tribe and assist us, or you will be treated as a prisoner."\n\n<hr>\n[[Well you guess you join then.|GGKob]]\n\n[[No way!|GGDog]]

You blink your eyes open, slowly sitting up from your futon and looking around. The single-room apartment is of a relatively decent size, which you guess makes it relatively large for a one-person apartment in Japan. Your stuff... wait, it is yours, isn't it? It is after all arranged on shelves, and there's your desk and computer and... except is all this really yours? It feels like yours and you have memories of it, and yet you still know that before you went to sleep this was definitely not your room.\n\n'... This is gonna take some getting used, to, I guess,' you think with a rather resigned air, raising your hands and turning them back and forth. They don't seem very different... maybe a slightly different shade. Seeing the full-length mirror in the corner beside the door to the bathroom, you get up and pad over on bare feet to take a look. You still look like yourself for the most part, just... you're Japanese now. Your hair is entirely black and longer, your eyes are a pale brown color, but other than the other obvious changes you're largely recognizable, though that might be because you know you're you. You wearing a black tanktop with a Hello Kitty skull on it and blue and white striped panties. You glance at the closet door and notice that there is, in fact, a Japanese schoolgirl uniform there, a black and white one. You know where you go to school as a new transfer student too... Celest must have taken care of everything.\n\n'Kachime Shian,' you muse, posing a little bit in the mirror as you get used to the idea. Well, not like you have a choice... you and the other... Cyan... agreed to this, and it's obviously waaay too late to back out now, even if in the back of your mind you somehow assumed you'd be the one to 'win' and go back to your life. Just shows what you get, you think with a sigh.\n\nOh well. Best not to dwell on it, things happened, now you're in this situation. It could be worse. You are after all in the Promised Land now, surrounded by a ton of stuff you already loved and with even easier access. No more paying for crappy simulstreams or downloading fansubs, you can just turn on the TV! Totally worth never seeing your family or friends again! Haha! Hahaha... ha... haaaaa. ... Ha.\n\nRubbing your face and trying to force your thoughts away from dwelling on the negative aspects, since that's what you were specifically trying to avoid, you push your thoughts back to the subject of merch and stores. Oh, right, didn't Celest say she was going to set you up with enough money that you'd be comfortable forever? You move over to your computer and settle down in front of it, easily bringing up the new banking site and logging in with the new information implanted in your brain. Then you wind up staring.\n\nYour new memories and knowledge easily translate the rather insane number of zeroes behind the numbers behind the yen sign and come up with 'a whole fucking lot'. You're... you're not just rich, you're super rich. This isn't just 'comfortable for life' money, this is 'above the law' money! Who the hell needs high school?!\n\nThere's also a little whisper in the back of your mind... something darker, that suggests with this amount of money, maybe you could 'win' after all...\n\n<hr>\n[[Shopping spreeeeee!|GGJS]]\n\n[[... is there a 'mercenaries'r'us' website...?|GGJS]]\n\n[[Maybe it would just be best if you pretend you didn't see that.|GGJS1x1]]

Hm. Just because you've got new demonic powers doesn't mean you have to steal the show. Wouldn't it be better if everyone could benefit?\n\nAs you start calling routines, you do everything you can to make sure the rest of the team looks as good as possible. You support them with your greater physical ability, helping them jump higher and land better, and after a bit you're able to figure out a bit of that mental influence thing, keeping everyone on the same page so that your chants are in near perfect sync and everyone's coordinated better than normal.\n\nBy the end of the day, you've defeated girls two or three years your senior, and left most of the coaches and counselors in awe. Some of the other girls on your team are so happy they're crying, hugging each other and squealing about already shooting to the top of the rankings on the first day of camp. "Amanda, I'm so sorry I doubted you! Whatever you were sick with, can you catch it tomorrow too?" Cassie teases, laughing through her happy tears as she hugs you.\n\nYou laugh and return the hug, and eventually the lot of you head off back towards the bunkhouse. Along the way you pass the central office, and blink as you notice Sharon sitting outside of it, looking pale and worried. Breaking off from the rest of the group, you walk over. "Hey, Sharon, what's wrong?"\n\nShe looks up at you, expression a bit stricken. "It's pretty bad, Amanda. Apparently most years they ignore the traditional party, but this year a bunch of girls went across the creek and trashed some buildings on the camp over there. If they can't find the guilty parties, they're gonna punish everyone who was at the party. We could get sent home, it could even go on our records back at school, we could get banned from cheerleading!"\n\nWell. Crap. Obviously that's no good. This definitely seems like the sort of thing you need to solve with your new abilities. The question is, how?\n\n<hr>\n[[Mind-whammy the counselors.|CheerSS]]\n\n[[Find the culprits.|CheerSS1x2]]

"Maybe the ones who did it will turn themselves in," you say in a comforting tone, smiling and reaching out to pat Sharon's shoulders, using the contact to help ease her down from her worried state a bit. "Keep your hopes up."\n\nSo saying, you slip off and spend the next hour or so skulking around the edges of bunkhouses and gatherings of girls. It takes you a little while to figure out how to 'listen in' on what people are thinking, but once you do it's surprisingly easy to sort through thoughts and pick out particular ones in the crowd. In fact, you almost feel yourself drawn to a certain cluster of thoughts, as if they had more "weight" to them in your mind. They're thoughts of a strange sort of mingled worry and smugness... the girls are afraid of actually being caught and punished, but at the same time still self-satisfied, with a tinge of being sure they can talk their way out of it somehow. Yup, these are definitely the ones who vandalized the other camp.\n\nYou wouldn't necessarily say you 'pounce', but you do move over to the group of girls, revealing that you know that they did it. While they're still sputtering and trying to work up an angry response, you start lecturing them on the consequences for everyone other than themselves... and using the words to deliver your mental abilities to give them real weight. By the time you're done, the troublemakers are in tears, sobbing and begging to be forgiven, and promising that they'll run off and confess immediately.\n\nOnce they do, word quickly gets around that the sword is no longer hanging over everyone's heads... and that you're responsible, the now sorrowful vandals having spilled about you being the one to talk them into confessing. Between that and becoming the top of the ranks in the first day, you're propelled to superstardom among the girls at the camp pretty fast. By the next day girls are competing to find spots at the same table you sit at, or just tables nearby. Any check of the thoughts buzzing around at any given time finds that a lot of them are mild jealousy or wild admiration of you... and there's more than you would expected thinking of you in a more than hero worship way. Every so often you'll be unable to help your cheeks warming as you pick out some other cheerleader's mental imagery of you sitting on her face with her tongue swirling and slurping over the lips of your pussy, or with you bent over while she tonguebathes your asshole for hours. Every so often you consider seeing if one of them would actually consider acting on those fantasies, but manage to talk yourself out of it... privacy is kind of at a premium around here, and you're not quite sure of your powers enough that you'd be able to manage being caught by an adult with some other girl three-fingering your pussy.\n\nStill, it's quite a heady rush to spend the month at camp being adored like some sort of celebrity or public hero. You admit to being disappointed when it's time for it to end, but as you climb into the bus with the rest, you can still sense a lot of that adoration flowing about from your own squad... including some of the more sexual variety. \n\n<hr>\n[[Time to make some rooming arrangements!|CheerSS3x1]]\n\n[[Save it 'til you're home.|CheerSS1x3]]

Well... maybe once you get back to Deviville, you can see about arranging a few, ah, sleepovers.\n\nUnfortunately, shortly after you get home, another situation crops up that diverts you from such things. You're in the middle of unpacking when your cell begins jingling with Cassie's ringtone. Snagging it, you hit the button and put it to your ear. "Hey Cass, what's up?"\n\n"Amanda... it's awful," Cassie sobs in your ear, making you blink and a cold shiver run up your spine. "Sandra... Sandra was walking home from the bus, and... she got hit by a car."\n\n"Oh no," you gasp, putting a hand to your mouth. "Is she...?"\n\n"She's... she's hurt really bad. They're not sure if she's going to live through the night... they're trying to get her stable enough for surgery now," Cassie replies, before briefly dissolving into crying so hard she can't speak. Once she does, her voice has taken on an edge of anger. "They said the driver just peeled out and left her there. That he didn't even look at her once he'd hit her. They're looking for him now but they think he's fleeing the state. ... I've gotta go," she adds, voice dissolving into tears again before she disconnects.\n\nYou're still feeling shocked and numb as you look at the phone, then sink to sit on the edge of the bed. ... Obviously you need to do something. You need to-\n\n<hr>\n[[-save Sandra's life.|CheerSS1x4]]\n\n[[-take revenge on the driver.|CheerSS2x1]]\n\n[[-use this to increase your reputation.|CheerSS]]

Your jaw firms, and you nod to yourself. Xiora said you could do spells now... you'll just have to give it a try. Sending out a mental nudge to make sure your parents won't bother you, you clear some floor space and spend a few moments considering how to do this, before grabbing materials. You take one of the pieces of purple chalk you sometimes use for spirit day stuff, find a picture of Sandra, and grab a toy car out of an old chest in the back of your closet to represent the driver. You set the picture and car down, then draw circles around them. You draw a few lines connecting them in ways that just sort of feel right, then consider. Stripping naked, you settle down in front of your little diagram and sit back on your heels, closing your eyes and resting your hands on your bare thighs.\n\n'Sandra deserves to live more. Sandra deserves to live more. Sandra deserves to live more,' you chant silently, bowing your head and leaning forward a bit over the diagram.\n\nYou keep at it until you wind up feeling too tired to continue, and manage to crawl into bed before passing out. You awake to the sound of your phone ringing with Cass's tone again. Squinting and wincing at the sunlight pouring in through your window, you scramble to grab the phone, hitting the button. "Cass? What is it? What happened?"\n\n"It's Sandra. They say she's gonna be okay," Cassie's voice replies, with a somewhat watery but very relieved tone. "They said she stabilized right out of surgery, and that she's recovering super fast. They think there won't be any permanent damage at all, that she'll even be back to cheerleading again not long after the school year starts."\n\n"Good," you huff, slumping back against your pillows. "<i>Great</i>."\n\n"Oh, and get this," Cassie continues, tone growing more satisfied. "They found the guy who hit her. Or what was <i>left</i> of him. Apparently he was speeding down a highway on the edge of a dropoff and just went off over the edge. The car exploded and they had to collect pieces of him from like thirty feet around."\n\nPart of you is a little disturbed that you were probably responsible for that, but the rest is too relieved at having saved your friend to care. "Guess that's what happens when you speed," you reply coolly, unable to help smiling a little as you say it.\n\n"Yeah." Cassie lets out a huff, then says, "They're still not letting anyone but family see her, but we're all still gonna get together and go over to the hospital, to help support her family and stuff."\n\n"Sounds good. I'll be there soon."\n\nYou spend the day running little errands, comforting everyone, and smiling at news of Sandra's rapid recovery. Originally the doctors thought that even if she lived she'd probably never walk again... now they're thinking she'll be out of the hospital in under two weeks. You find yourself feeling satisfied, but not smug... whatever else may come of your decision to sell your soul, you've saved Sandra's life with it.\n\nEventually the hospital staff insists on all of you going home and getting some rest, and you once again strip off your clothes, not bothering with pajamas before you flop into bed and pass out.\n\n<hr>\n[[Several years later...|CheerSS1x5]]

After a long day of fundraising for the victims of natural disasters (and having used your powers to convince numerous celebrities to give to your charity fund rather than the latest political cause du jour), you blink and sit up, finding yourself laying not on your bed, but on a long, elaborately-carved stone bench. Despite that it's not particularly hard or uncomfortable. You seem to be in some form of warm, sunlit garden, with a dome-topped stone gazebo in the center of it, and the plants somehow looking both wild and carefully cultivated, numerous colorful blooms peeking at you as birds chirp and water burbles from several fountains. As you're standing up, a lyrical voice rings out, "Be not afraid, my child."\n\nYou stare at the beautiful, scantily-clad figure kneeling on the snowy white blankets in the center of the gazebo. After a few moments you walk forward, raising a hand slightly. "I'm not afraid. I am... a little confused. Am I dreaming?"\n\nHer dreamy expression becomes a gentle smile. "Yes, and no. You are dreaming, but I am quite real. I am the angel Marriel, my child."\n\n"Angel?" You look her barely-covered body up and down, letting your gaze linger on her pointed ears, then to her back where there's a distinct lack of wings. "No offense, but you look more like an elf."\n\nInstead of being offended, she raises a hand to her lips, covering a sweet laugh that threatens to have you falling in love with her then and there. "Actually, as I am just slightly younger than all of Creation, elves look like me. But I take no offense, my child, since none was meant."\n\n"Alright. So, assuming you're real, and a real angel..." You trail off, feeling just a little bit of fear run through you. You take a half-step back, your full bare breasts jiggling slightly with the sudden motion. "Have you come to...?"\n\n"Mm." Marriel slowly rises to her feet, every slight shift and movement somehow both pure and intensely erotic at the same time, if that makes any sense. Straightening up to a rather impressive height, she gives you a somewhat more knowing smile. "I suppose someone who sold their soul to a demon might rightly fear the forces of Heaven appearing before them, wouldn't they?" She slowly makes her way towards you, hips rolling gently, and you blink as you notice that the fall of her loincloth is draped against a rather obvious impression. Yanking your eyes back up so that you don't get caught staring at an angel's dick, you find your eyes locking with hers as she steps close. \n\n"Over the many years you have had these demonic powers, you have repeatedly refused to use them maliciously or for self-interest. Though obviously you have been limited by the nature of them, you have still used them to save lives, help others, and make the world a better place."\n\n"Does that... count?" you ask, the words slow and uncertain.\n\n"For you? I'm afraid not," Marriel says, tone becoming a bit sad. "Though certainly your actions would earn you consideration if it were up to Heaven, you made an agreement with the demon Xiora, an agreement we cannot break. No matter how much good you did in the world, your soul would still be hers forever at the end of your life."\n\n"Oh." You resist the urge to add 'Bummer', and instead make your way back over to the bench, sinking to sit on it, the stone pleasantly warm and easy to sit on against your bare ass and sex.\n\n"The reason I have come is that there may be a greater good you can do than any earthly act, Amanda," Marriel says gently as she follows after you, looking down at you with a gentle but serious expression on her face. "You see, a war is coming. The forces of the planes below are rallying, and it will not be long before those armies are unleashed upon Heaven. It may be that the final rest of many uncountable good people is at risk, as well as reality itself."\n\nYou stare at her. "Are you telling me Hell wants to conquer Heaven?"\n\n"Hells, but yes. And if the demons feel they are strong enough to take the fight to Heaven, they will almost certainly be right. We must take the fight to them before it comes to that. But there is a difficulty." She sighs slightly. "Demons are not weakened in Heaven, but Angels are weakened by the lower planes. Even a single Angel capable of their full strength could mount the attacks we need to damage and scatter their forces before they were coalesced into a single great Hell Army. But even all the hosts of Heaven would function at only a fraction of their power there, even if we were willing to risk the Gates going unguarded."\n\n"So... what are you asking me? I don't understand," you murmur with a shake of the head.\n\n"Amanda, we need an Angel who carries within them some small hint of the demonic. Even the smallest trace of that power could insulate them from the influence of the lower realms, and allow them to complete their mission, saving Heaven and all of the rest of Creation along with it. Obviously, no demon could be trusted with bearing or siring such a child, and most mortals with demonic taint could not be trusted either. But if there were one with demon powers, who had proven themselves selfless and good..."\n\nYour eyes widen with realization, and Marriel smiles again as she nods once.\n\n"Yes, my child... I am asking you if you will give birth to a warrior Angel who will save us all."\n\n<hr>\n[[Agree.|CheerSS]]\n\n[[Refuse.|CheerSS]]\n\n[[... You need to think about it.|CheerSS]]

The angel wings aren't expensive and they are kind of cute. Besides, if nothing else you bet you can wear them and it will tickle your parents, probably allowing them to make a wide assortment of cutesy comments. Hey, they give you a roof over your head and buy you nice stuff, it's good to throw them a bone occasionally. You snag the feathery things from the bin and take them up to the counter, the redhead cheerfully ringing you up and carefully folding them and placing them in a bag. "I hope they're heavenly for you!" she says with almost annoying cheer, but since it seems sincere you give her a pass.\n\nWith the majority of your current liquid cash gone, you decide to go ahead and head home. Once you're there, you receive a text from an MMO friend notifying you that they're getting a group together for a task force. Tossing the bag onto the bed absentmindedly, you settle in at your computer and pass the rest of the day killing mobs and managing boss fights. It's not even until you're getting undressed for bed, pulling off your t-shirt and tossing it aside, that you notice the bag laying on your bed and remember its contents. You pull out the angel wings, looking them over and eyeing the straps... then glancing at the mirror on your wall. Then down at yourself, where you're currently wearing only your thong. Then you smirk a bit... well, you did buy them to take selfies in, sort of. Admittedly this would probably be the more private sort of selfie, since you currently don't have anyone you'd want to send one like this to, but sometimes this sort of thing is for your own amusement.\n\nYou pull on the plastic straps, fastening them to cross in an X between your breasts, where they wind up sort of framing your boobs... hm, they're actually decently hard to see against bare skin. You shift them a little to get them more comfortable, then walk over to stand in front of the mirror and pose a little, just to see how they look. Kinda cute, like one of the Victoria Secret models, but with a tiny hint of Suicide Girl, you think with a snicker. You raise your phone to take a snap, then drop it and gasp as an odd clenching sensation runs through your back. You lurch forward, bending in on yourself and hugging your stomach as your back twitches and shudders. A sort of heat... actually heat's not the real word for it, you can only really call it <i>brightness</i>, radiates through your muscles from around your shoulderblades, filling your body and making you tremble with a strange mixture of awe and sexual pleasure. Your shoulders jerk and roll, and you can feel pumping motions running through muscles, but muscles that feel strange and new to you, and come with a loud rushing noise around your ears.\n\nEventually the feeling fades, and you pant softly as you straighten up. As you focus again, your reflection stares back at you with wide eyes... probably has something to do with the now positively majestic white wings spreading from your back. You open and close your mouth a few times in shock, especially as you watch the wings give a slight shift... one that you can feel in the muscles running all through them. "What in the h-" Your throat actually tightens a little, making you grunt and bring a hand up to press against the front of it. \n\nYou're distracted from the strange feelings and the sight in front of you by the sound of a knock at your door, your head whipping towards it and wings spreading just slightly in a visible sign of alarm. "Cyan?" your mother's voice calls. "Are you okay? It sounded kind of like you were being sick..."\n\n<hr>\n[["I'm fine!"|GGMCE]]\n\n[["Mom help!"|GGMCE]]

"No, no way," you assert, frowning. "There's no way that kind of thing happens, he must have something on you. C'mon, Mom, you can tell me what it is!"\n\n"Oh, no, I promise you, I required nothing more than being allowed to serve him," your mother assures you. "That was all I needed. Although the Master does, admittedly, always get his way. Whether it's through raw charisma or some incentive. You'll understand when you meet him."\n\nShaking your head, you settle into your chair, brooding a bit as your mother finishes the drive by pulling up to a large, somewhat imposing-seeming house that you'd probably think had a great gothic style if you weren't so annoyed. Your mother gets out of the car and rounds to the side to join you, both of you walking up the steps and across the porch. She opens the door, not bothering with knocking or a lock, and only pauses briefly to pick up a black leather collar off of a shelf, the tag a purple 'female' symbol. Putting it on as she walks through the well-lit hallway, as if it were just part of getting ready in the morning, she pauses in front of a single door to knock and show you into an upscale office, one that looks like somebody got paid six figures to figure out how to blend 'cutting edge corporate' with 'old-school Elizabethan'. Though there's a man with close-cropped blonde hair and glasses standing beside the desk, you immediately know that the man sitting behind it must be your mother's supposed Master.\n\nYou have to admit that you're pretty struck by his looks. His pale skin is offset by almost purely black hair, pulled back in a thick ponytail behind his head, baring perfect ears and showing off his strong jaw and pwerful but beautiful face. Slim midnight brows draw attention to his intense, pale eyes that focus on you with a force that contains not a hint of lewdness or leering and yet leaves you feeling naked and trembling under it. His mouth is surrounded by an extremely sharply-cut goatee, and his sleek black suit with red vest and tie leaves him looking like some even hotter, slightly evil, and much sexier version of Tony Stark.\n\n"Good afternoon, Cyan," he says evenly. "I'm glad you could join us. Please, be seated."\n\nEyeing him warily, and tossing a glance at your mother, you move to one of the chairs in front of the desk, your mother primly settling into the other. "Yeah. Hi. So you are...?"\n\n"My name is unnecessary. Whether you will refer to me as 'Master' is what we're here to discuss," he says, his tone somehow both blunt and politely professional. At your shocked look, he continues. "As you may have surmised, I had your mother invite you here today because I wish to add you to my collection of slaves."\n\nYou just stare at him for a moment, before you can't help it and burst out laughing. "Are you <i>insane</i>?!"\n\n"Not at all. If you refer to my audacity, that is simply my manner of approaching things. If you refer to the legality, I pay my lawyer very handsomely to take care of these things," he adds, the blonde man giving a slight nod as he's indicated. "He will make everything perfectly legal, despite your age, I assure you. And if you refer to what I could possibly offer you to make you consider such a thing, the answer is 'virtually anything you can imagine'."\n\nYou laugh again, though a little more nervously than before. "And that's how you get slave girls? You pay them?"\n\n"Some of my slaves, yes. Some serve for their own sakes," he continues, glancing at your mother who positively beams. "Others have traded their servitude for less tangible things. But yes, money is a great motivator. After all, your father was able to put a dollar amount on being husband to your mother in anything more than name. Oh, does that shock you?" His pale lips curl up just a little on one side at your expression. "Yes, I'm sure he's been 'laying low' to avoid explaining to you where the money came from, but now he will have no further need to. Aren't you happy for him? But name your price, Cyan... whatever your young heart can imagine. I've decided I want you, so no price is too high."\n\n"I... I mean, what are... what do you even mean, when you say I'd be your slave?" you ask, feeling overwhelmed enough to at least be curious.\n\n"When outside of this house, you could act as you pleased. Go on with your life, be your own person, even have slaves of your own if you care to. But when I summon you... or when you care to visit... you will be collared and obedient. Your body is mine to use as I see fit, decorate and toy with as I see fit. You will obey my orders loyally and without question. And I say again, name your price. Anything you like. Go on, try me," he suggests, smiling again, those intense, pale eyes flashing.\n\n<hr>\n[[Ask for a ridiculous amount of money.|GGParent]]\n\n[[Ask for equipment.|GGParent]]\n\n[[Ask for power.|GGParent]]\n\n[[Ask for magic spells.|GGParent]]\n\n[[Ask him to go to Hell.|GGParent]]

"... The, uh... the... forbidden section?" you half-whimper, turning the clipboard and pointing at the top item.\n\n"Don't be so easy to intimidate," your boss says evenly, which instantly makes your spin straighten in instinctive response. "It's just the name for one of the sections where we don't allow the books to be loaned out, or seen by just anyone."\n\n"O-oh. I guess that makes sense, since they're... forbidden to... ... most people."\n\n"Mm. Well I didn't come up with it," she adds after a moment under her breath. You feel like you could point out that she just straight up runs (and probably owns?) the place and could change the name if she wanted, but then she's a very Rules Are Rules sort so you guess she feels like she can't. "In any event, it hasn't been done in some time, and the people who are authorized tend to be rather sloppy with the privilege and have left books all over the area. Go gather them up, and put them on the shelves. Alphabetically, by title." She pauses, takes a deep, steadying breath, and says, "Ignoring classification and author."\n\n"... that's a little unusual..."\n\n"Yes. But since so many of them are old and, in a number of cases, handwritten, with no attributed author, it was decided at some point that sorting them all by title made the most sense."\n\nYou guess you can see that? It does gall your inner librarian (wait, you are a librarian, it galls your outer librarian), and clearly hers as well, but you suppose it sort of makes sense. Especially if you didn't want to take an exceptionally old, handbound leather book and plaster a plastic tracking label on it. "O-okay. Do I need to take any special precautions, or...?"\n\n"No. Just do not let yourself be distracted and go and start reading the books," she cautions, narrowing her eyes and lowering her dyed eyebrows just the tiniest amount. "You are here to work, not as a patron."\n\nEheh. Yeah, that... that may have happened once or twice. ... Maybe like ten times. But who becomes a librarian if they don't love books?! ... Actually you think your boss did that, you think she loves logistics and structure most. But you've never worked up the guts to ask her. ... And you're not going to today! Instead you just nod meekly, and after a moment she gives you her own crisp nod and tells you where to find the Forbidden Section, which, as you might expect, is in one of the basements.\n\nYou weren't 100% sure what you were expecting... maybe an iron gate, torches flickering, cobwebs draped around (which is silly because the boss would <i>sense</i> cobwebs and destroy them with her mind, you're sure of it), symmetrical bookstacking just like the Philadelphia mass turbulence of 1947... but it's actually closer to the appearance of one of those grand old libraries you see in mansions and castles in movies. ... Well this is a mansion, or used to be, and there is another library area a lot like this one up top, though it's a bit weird that this one is in the basement. It does seem a little darker... you're not sure if that's just sort of natural because it's underground, or if maybe they used a darker tone of wood or something. But it's a sprawling, comfortable-seeming place with a lot of normal-looking tables and chairs and multiple levels leading to rather tall bookshelves.\n\nAnd, yeah, admittedly you immediately see what your boss meant. Clearly people have been here using various areas for their reading or research or whatever, and just letting the books they took out pile up either over a long session or multiple ones. (You've never really noticed anyone coming in to come down here, but maybe they're allowed in after you leave. ... Or it's just your finely-honed skill at avoiding social interaction that's kept you from noticing them, could be that.) Gosh, that's pretty sloppy. You glance around and see a number of book piles everywhere. ... Well, better pick somewhere to get started.\n\n<hr>\n[[The big table.|Cass]]\n\n[[The comfy-looking chair.|Cass]]\n\n[[The shadowy nook in the corner.|Cass]]\n\n[[The... chair all by itself?|Cass]]

"Uh, hey, listen, I've got something I've gotta do," you say, already backing away from Jakson. Seeing he's about to protest, you add, "It's related to what he was talking about with me earlier!" Which... isn't entirely a lie, just that neither he nor Jakson knows that your dissatisfaction with the monastery is because you never saw it before until today.\n\n"Oh." Jakson blinks, then nods. "Okay, there's not that many deliveries left to do anyway. Go ahead. Will you catch up or...?"\n\n"Nah, I'll just see you back at the monastery, okay?" you call, waving before turning and hurrying off. It takes a bit of weaving around and doing a few double-backs, but you eventually find your way to the tower you saw. It's bigger than it looked from even a little distance away... while it really is just a single cylinder going straight up, it's a really wide, really tall cylinder. ... Yeah okay you might consider the symbolism and snicker for a moment before wiping that look off your face. You're here to ask these people for help, after all. After a moment of looking, you don't see a button or a pullcord or anything, so you just knock on the door.\n\nA moment later a slim redheaded girl in black robes answers the door, blinking hazel eyes at you from behind a pair of little round spectacles. "Yes, may I help you...?"\n\n<hr>\n[[Explain everything.|GGMonk]]\n\n[[Explain a little.|GGMonk]]\n\n[[Ask about employment.|GGMonk]]

Oh, the darling man! Honey didn't want to be a pest and get in your business, but apparently he's been worried that you don't have some form of stress relief or enjoyment! As if you didn't enjoy looking after him!\n\n... Although admittedly maybe he's right, it's probably not healthy to focus <i>just</i> on looking after the house. You don't want to turn into some sort of... Marge Simpson, brittle and constantly on the edge of a total mental breakdown. (Besides, Honey is way more attractive and considerate than Homer, so you would never.) Maybe you really do need something to occupy your time rather than just constantly looking for more errands and chores to do.\n\nHoney even informs you that he's saved up several bonuses he got at work as a 'hobby fund' for you. Aw, that's so sweet! Well, you suppose you really can't say "no" to that, if he's going to go that far. So! Time to decide on a hobby! Hm... so what sort of hobby to take up? You suppose ideally you should get a hobby that allows you to meet new people, but you admit to being a bit biased towards picking one that largely involves staying home. But it sounds like the world is your oyster as far as picking something goes, so...\n\n<hr>\n[[Gaming.|Ther]]\n\n[[Collecting.|Ther7x1]]\n\n[[Exercising.|Ther]]\n\n[[Fandom.|Ther]]

On the flip side, if you get a gun, you... might have to kill somebody. And you're not quite sure you're ready for that. You've got nonlethal takedown methods, probably best to stick with those for now. \n\nTurning, you make your way down the hallway that leads to the storage area. Several times you get popups on your HUD alerting you of approaching footsteps, and you quickly duck inside a closet or empty room to wait for the guards to pass. After a fairly tense period, you finally arrive at the actual storage area. Realizing it must obviously be the heavier door with the electronic lock, you step up to it and request Fuchsia's help in hacking the keypad, your bracers extending little cables and tiny robot armatures to do the majority of the work, with you only tapping in the code at the end of it. Pushing the door open, you peek in to make sure there are no guards before stepping inside.\n\n"That sure is a big tank of chemicals, alright," you murmur as you look at the oblong grey metal tank, which looks... well, a lot like a massive propane tank set on its side, with several metal pipes and valves attached at one end.\n\n"Alright, find the one labeled 'infusion nozzle' and hook up the cannister we gave you to it," Fuchsia says. "When the light blinks green, that means it's injecting the neutralizing agent and you can get out of there."\n\n"In fact, that's an order, Cyan," Handler adds evenly. "Once the neutralizing agent is being administered, your mission is done. Return directly to your entry path and exfiltrate without deviating."\n\n"Okay, got it."\n\nYou spend a few seconds looking at the end of the tank with all the hookups before spotting the one she's talking about. Unhooking the cylinder, you fiddle with the hookups for a moment before getting them to click together, the green light near the connection almost immediately lighting up. 'Kinda anticlimactic,' you think, turning to sneak back out of the room.\n\nAs you're passing one of the rooms nearby where the door is open a crack and a light is on inside, you can hear voices... voices discussing something in a fairly serious tone. ... Hm. Could be important... and you are supposed to be a <i>spy</i>, after all. They might have important information Handler doesn't know about...\n\n<hr>\n[[Go listen.|GGSpy]]\n\n[[Follow orders.|GGSpy1x6]]

Seizing on the pressure his little mistake has put on him, you decide to turn it up to put him further off guard, leaning in and saying in a whisper, "Well... m'lord, truth be told, I'm related by blood, but that would have been inconvenient to be known. When I was born my skin color was changed by magic, and this keeps me away from various enemies back at home, you see?"\n\nYou can see his discomfort intensify, also mingled with something like sympathy. "Ah. Ah, I see. Well, that makes some things easier, then, especially if he's not here. Is he...?"\n\n"I'm afraid not, m'lord," you answer with another curtsy. \n\n"Then you must come with us at once."\n\n"... Eh?" That makes you blink, certainly not a turn you were expecting things to take. Oh crap, what if war were declared...?\n\n"The Emperor has unexpectedly graced us with his presence last night. He was expected to arrive late this afternoon, and negotiations with the Drow emissary were to take place tomorrow so he could place his seal on them. But the Emperor has announced he will be leaving at noon instead... if he departs, the current deals we have will, by law, be discarded, and the Drow will have to begin negotiations anew the next time we open trade discussions. Since you are the emissary's daughter, then by our laws you may take his place in the final negotiations. So if these accords are to be made, you must come with us this very minute to the palace."\n\nYou seem to have stumbled into the midst of a diplomatic incident... or maybe even caused one. After all, if this guy had found no one at home, things might have gone different... but now he thinks he has a legal negotiator standing in front of him, so if you refuse, you're basically refusing on behalf of the Drow. Or at least that's what the humans will say when the emissary and his retinue actually turn up. Crap crap crap, what to do?\n\n<hr>\n[[Go with them.|GGRogue15x7]]\n\n[[Refuse.|GGRogue]]

"I think I'll take Bran," you announce, walking back over to the cage where the somewhat wolfish brown and grey dog is, his tail picking up the pace of its wagging as you approach again. "He seems like such a sweet guy."\n\n"He is, I think you two will be very happy together," the woman announces with a grin. She heads over and undoes the clasp of the cage, Bran standing up but staying in place as after a moment of hesitation, you go inside and kneel down, starting to pet his sides and rub his head, giggling a little as he gives your face a few licks. "There, you're clearly perfect for each other. I think I've got... yes, here we go," she adds, handing you a red collar and chain leash. "Go ahead and clip that on him. Do you know how to properly fit a collar?"\n\n"Yeah, I did research," you reply as you take the items, slipping the collar on the well-behaved dog and doing a quick check with your fingers.\n\n"Excellent, always glad to see someone who's not acting on impulse. Well, come along then, we'll do some paperwork and get you on your way."\n\nYou proceed to fill out paperwork, receive several tags, a large folder of printouts, and a few starter toys and a bag of food for your trouble, so by the time you're ready to leave your opinion of the teasing woman has improved rather a bit. You head home, Bran trotting along beside you, his new tags jingling merrily. You have to pause every so often to turn and give him rubs on the head or pats on the side. You admit you're already starting to fall in love with the charismatic, friendly beast, beyond just your newfound lust for all things canine.\n\nBut oh, you're lusting pretty hard. You shiver a little in eagerness as you arrive home, quickly moving to put away the food and lay out his new toys and dishes. After hanging up his leash, you look over at him standing there, wagging his tail, waiting for your next command. Somehow you bet he already knows "mount"...\n\n<hr>\n[[Take him up to your room and fuck.|GGDog]]\n\n[[Take him to the bathroom and fuck.|GGDog]]\n\n[[Wait.|GGDog1x10]]

"I don't really know what you mean," you reply, trying to sound calm, though you know the shakiness is there in your voice. "I mean, I guess I am looking for those traits," you add hastily, because you just know she'd get all smug again when you wound up picking a good-sized male dog. "But just because I'm thinking of breeding him. To a bitch! Another dog, I mean! For my animal rearing class in school! ... When it starts back..."\n\nBy the end your face is burning and the woman is giving you the biggest, smuggest 'Yeah right' expression in the world. Then she waves a hand a bit. "Alright, dear, if that's how you want it. It's your own business, after all. Let me show you some good options for..." She looks right into your eyes, voice lowering to a suggestive husk. "Getting that bitch good and bred."\n\nYou fight back a whimper and feel your knees go a little weak, but manage to force your rubbery legs into motion and get yourself under control as she starts walking along again, speaking airily as she does.\n\n"Now, we have a number of male dogs here that might be suitable for your purposes..." She tosses you a glance and a grin again, making you frown as she rubs it in. "But I'm guessing you've never owned a dog before?"\n\n"No," you admit.\n\n"Then you'll want one with at least some training, I think. There are three potentials that I think would be a wonderful fit for you, and I think you'll be very happy with any of them." She stops in front of a cage (though you bet they call them "suites" or something here) and gestures inside. You look in at the beautiful creature curled up inside, brown and black patterned fur gleaming. Apparently noticing the two of you looking, he rises and then seats himself, posed as pretty as a statue. "This is Bran. Bran's owner had to move overseas and didn't want to put him through horrendous quarantine conditions, so left him in our care. Bran is <i>exceptionally</i> intelligent, obedient, and nonagressive. He's also extremely loving and affectionate." She smiles at you and winks. "If he were human, I'd say he'd make someone a good husband."\n\n"R-right," you answer, cheeks coloring again.\n\n"Over here." She beckons you along down to another cage further down, directing you to look in.\n\nYou blink at the sight. "Two of them?" you ask, watching the pair of near-identical, unclipped Rottweilers prick up their ears and pad towards you.\n\n"Romulus with the larger left eyebrow spot, Remus with the larger right eyebrow spot," she explains, pointing them out. "Rommy and Remy for short. Their owner got too old to look after two big, active dogs, but his caveat for turning them over to us was that they not be split up. They are quite well-trained, if not quite as gentle and demonstrative as Bran. Still, I don't think you'd have many complaints of the pair of them, as long as you were willing to deal with all that energy they have."\n\nThis time you can feel the blush in your ears as you're led towards the very back enclosure. The dog inside is already standing at your approach, and gives one of those quiet 'boof' noises that dogs make when they haven't decided if they're going to bark. You can't help but stare at him... he's a deep grey color all over, with big dark eyes. He's a bit taller than the Rottweilers at the shoulder, but seems a lot bigger, his whole body powerful and well-muscled. You don't recognize the breed... a broad, not particularly long muzzle, broad shoulders, clipped tail, the fur short but soft-looking.\n\n"This is Rhino. I'm sure you can see why someone would name him that," the woman says with a chuckle, finally at someone's expense other than yours. "Rhino is fairly obedient, but rather stoic, and he can be very strong-willed. One might almost call him dominant. Now, on the one hand, he is quite obviously a mutt... I couldn't even begin to tell you how many breeds there are in his genes without a DNA test. So if someone was looking into getting a dog for the purpose of breeding cute little marketable puppies, why, Rhino would be a very odd choice indeed." She gives you that smug smile again, and again lays her hand along her cheek. "Of course, if they wanted him for slightly different breeding purposes, I will note that Rhino apparently got every single 'big dick' gene from every breed that contributed to him."\n\nYou barely notice her taunt this time, because while she was talking you spotted the subject of discussion yourself. You can't help but stare at the immense grey sheath and huge fuzzy balls. His name may be 'Rhino', but he's almost literally hung like a horse! You can't yank your eyes away as he shifts a bit on his paws and it sets those dangling orbs to swaying. Hell, you're pretty sure anyone would stare. Of course, you're also busy creaming your panties like crazy, and actually have to bite your lip to suppress a moan. Jesus, he'd tear you apart! Maybe literally, which gives you a slightly different shiver.\n\n"Rhino might be a bit much for someone to handle," the shelter worker admits, turning towards you, waiting until you've torn your gaze off of the big dog's crotch and turned to face her as well. "Even if he does seem to be sent by God to answer the prayers of some horny dog dick addict, since he's the perfect height for mounting humans but has the cock of a much larger dog," she adds, actually crossing herself, the motions making her tits bounce.\n\n"... I have no response for that."\n\n"It's okay, dear, I know I can be a bit much when I get going, and whether or not you admit it, Rhino is enough to get any girl like us going. But I won't blame you if you're scared... he's a helluva lot of dog, in more ways than one, and between you and me I'm not sure if anyone is capable of being his real master. That seems like a title he's more likely to want for himself. Still, if he's what you want, he's available."\n\n"Um. How much are they?" She tells you, and you wince. "Geez, really?!"\n\n"Why, that's the sort of price breeders pay for prize stud dogs all the time," she replies airily, affecting a look of surprise. "Since that's why you said you wanted one, I assumed you knew they'd be in that price range. Now, if you'd just been wanting a <i>companion</i>, obviously the price might have been rather less, but I can't just give you prize <i>breeding stock</i> for practically nothing, can I?"\n\nYou purse your lips and just look at her for long moments. This bitch. Then you let out a defeated sigh. Oh well. You do have enough money for any of them, though Rhino's the most expensive and would cut rather sharply into the buffer for assorted expenses you had planned. Still, it looks like you have a choice.\n\n<hr>\n[[Bran.|GGDog1x9]]\n\n[[Romulus and Remus.|GGDogPlaceholder]]\n\n[[Rhino.|GGDogPlaceholder]]

"I went to the dollar theater where my friend Leslie works," you reply, trying to sound calm but not too calm... don't wanna come off as rehearsed. "She said she'd ring me up an employee deal where for five dollars I could stay the whole day and watch as many movies as I wanted. I guess I got caught up in wandering from theater to theater and never thought to check my phone for messages or the time. I'm really sorry, I didn't mean to make you worry."\n\nShe continues eyeing you dubiously for a few moments, then lets out a sigh. "Well. It's not that late, I guess," she finally says, glancing at the wall clock. "Still, you should have at least sent me a text when you left the house." She points at you. "Grounded. No computer, no leaving the house." Before you can protest, she angles the finger upward. "One day. If you can't take that, you deserve a longer punishment."\n\n<hr>\n[[Seems fair.|GGDog1x6]]\n\n[[That's bullshit!|GGDogPlaceholder]]

You give your head a little shake. What are you gonna do... live in this clearing just so you can get fucked by dogs forever? Besides, it's already dark, you're probably in huge trouble as it is. That thought starts bringing you back to your senses, and you wince a little at the reaming out you'll likely get tomorrow... a considerably less fun one than done with a dog tongue. That thought almost makes you waiver again, but no... time to go back to real life.\n\nYou drag yourself forward a bit and spend a few moments trying to rehydrate at the spring, before shakily getting to your feet. You look around for your clothes, eventually finding... some of them. Your t-shirt and jeans are both wet and stained with various substances, and overall smell heavily like dog... not that you mind in the least anymore. Your socks seem to be gone (figures), and your shoes have been chewed but are wearable. You find... scraps of your panties. Looks like more than one tug-of-war was had with them. Oh well, commando it is. You retrieve your bag and pull out your phone, wincing at the number of texts and missed calls, you glance around at the dogs... none seem inclined to start barking or rushing you... before unlocking it and hitting the callback button.\n\n<b>"WHERE ARE YOU?!"</b>\n\nYou wince and hold the cellphone away from your ear, before putting it back. "I'm on my way home. I know, I know, I'm sorry. I got caught up in marathoning a bunch of movies at the dollar theater and forgot I'd put my phone on silent. I'll be home in a few minutes."\n\n"... Fine. We'll talk about this then." And then the line goes silent. Hoo boy, yeah, you're gonna get it.\n\nYou stop at one of the sink-style water fountains to do your best to clean up your face and arms, then head out, glad to see the gates to the park are still open... that certainly would have been awkward. (Actually, you wonder if they ever close those things. You sort of have a new reason to know when "visiting hours" are.) Still, you can't waste time, and pick up the pace into a near-run. Not wanting to explain why your clothes are a mess and smell like various dog secretions, once you do get home you race through the entryway and up the stairs, calling out "GonnajumpintheshowerrealquickIfeelgrimyfromthetheater!"\n\n"Hey!" you can hear your mother call, right before you close and lock the bathroom door behind yourself. Whew. You let out a long breath, then tuck your bag aside and strip down, eyeing the clothes. Shrugging, you toss them in the shower before turning it on... you'll rinse 'em out, wring 'em out, and stuff 'em low in the hamper. Clothes that have obviously been soaked and left to dry in the hamper are easier to explain than clothes that smell like cum and piss. You step into the shower once the water's steaming, sighing half in relief and half in regret as the caked-on dirt and dog jizz starts turning to ooze and then liquid, washing off your skin.\n\nYou run your hands down your breasts, tweaking your still-hard nipples, then slide them down your belly. You hiss luxuriously at the stimulation of hot water and touch on the numerous scratches there... no belly tees for you for awhile, looks like. (Then again... ♥ ... mmf, no, let's not get carried away.) You slip one hand between your legs, then lean forward to brace the other on the wall as you slip two fingers into yourself and start pumping, moaning softly at the feel of all that dog cum starting to ooze out around them and mingle with the shower water.\n\nOnce you've gotten yourself off once or twice (okay, five times), you remember to actually wash off and rinse out your shirt and jeans, using a little bit of shampoo on them for good measure. Once you've stepped out of the shower and wrung them out over the drain, you give a sniff. Hm... very faint odor of dog, but probably only because you know it's there. Sighing at the loss, you drop them in the hamper and do a bit of a shuffle, mentally formulating an excuse if your mother gets suspicious enough to check for them and do a smell-check for more typical teenager illicit substances.\n\nKnowing you can't put it off any longer, you dry off and change into a pair of pajama pants and a tanktop. Pausing briefly to make sure the tanktop covers everything and won't reveal any of the scratches no matter how you twist or gyrate (you do find a few positions that have nip slips but oh well), you pad downstairs to the living room. Your mother, hearing you, clicks the TV off and stands, coming around the couch to meet you and folding her arms over her chest. Other than being taller, a bit hippier (and with a bigger butt), and with her hair cut in a more suitably professional style, the two of you could be sisters, and have once or twice been mistaken for such (with not everybody necessarily having been a flattering salesperson or waiter, even). \n\n"Well, explain yourself," she says, voice cold. "I've been worried sick."\n\n"Just you?" You wince as her eyes narrow. "No, no, I didn't mean to smart off, honest, I just wondered where Dad was."\n\n"Your father got subbed in as someone's replacement to a conference at the last minute, he'll be gone all week. Which means you can't go begging to him."\n\n"I wasn't-"\n\n"Fine. Enough. Just explain."\n\n<hr>\n[[Break down, admit the truth.|GGDog14x1]]\n\n[[Keep to the story.|GGDog1x5]]

"I don't want this to take forever, let's take the quicker forest path," you decide.\n\n"I'd tend to agree, we can easily deal with a few bandits," Amana says with a firm nod. "The sooner we get to the tower, the sooner we can get out of these clothes and start mating whenever our desires move us."\n\nShae nods eagerly at that, and the three of you set off towards the deeper forest, the hooves of yourselves and your mates thumping along the packed earth. The sunlight filtering through the canopy gradually grows dimmer, until the light is about like that of late evening... and perfectly fine for you to see in, since you have better than human vision, as does Amana and Shae. So none of you are particularly surprised when a pair of figures go scuttling across some branches and drop down a bit in front of you, one with a drawn shortbow and the other wielding a long knife.\n\n"Alright, hold it right there!" the one with the knife snaps. She's dark-skinned, her black hair done in several braids as well as a loose part, curling tattoos marking the visible skin at her neck and side. She has deep blue eyes though, narrowed in a practiced intimidating look but glittering with fear. \n\n"I'll put this through your throat if you make a move, centaur!" the other one calls, not making it entirely clear which one of you she means. She's fairer-skinned, with long, wavy blonde hair and green eyes. Both are wearing fairly battered leather armor that covers their arms and chests but leaves their midriffs bare, and with matching leather pants and boots. The dark-skinned one seems more toned and with perky C-cups, the blonde with a somewhat curvier figure and soft-looking DD-cups. \n\nAmana glances over at you with a 'How droll' expression, before looking at the two bandits. "So your idea was to assault not just a party of adventurers, but demi-human adventurers, all clearly heavily armed and experienced?"\n\nThe pair of bandits trade a worried glance, before the blonde snaps back. "Yeah but you're weighed down with enough treasure to last us the rest of our lives! Hand it over and no one has to get hurt!" she adds, though there's a bit of trembling in her voice as she says it that betrays that she's hoping she won't be the one who gets hurt.\n\n<hr>\n[[Kill them.|GGCentaur]]\n\n[[Capture them.|GGCentaur]]\n\n[[Toss them some treasure.|GGCentaur]]\n\n[[Toss them some specific treasure.|GGCentaur]]\n\n[[Offer to let them earn some treasure.|GGCentaur6x5]]

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Grinning, you quietly step over to where Shae's dapple and Amana's black stallion are tied, carefully undoing the knots and briefly putting a finger across your lips for good measure. You doubt they get it, but then again their hooffalls do seem a little softer as you lead them over. Both are well-trained by now, and you noticed them snorting and with their noses flaring throughout the day anyway, obviously enticed by the scent of even more horsepussy... by the time you lead them close to their owners, their cocks are already jutting beneath their bellies, heads flared and tips dribbling pre. You gently nudge each into position, then give them a pat on the rump to send them leaping forward.\n\nAmana and Shae both give yelps of surprise at the sudden weight on their back. "Wait, what's-!? Aaaa!" Amana yelps as her midnight-colored steed slams his cock home into her brand new horsepussy, hilting on the very first thrust and then pulling back slowly before slamming again, making her cry out as she's stuffed full of cock once more.\n\n"H-he's fucking me!" Shae gasps out as her dapple pounds into her with short, frantic thrusts, his pink and grey dick pumping hard into her green-black cunt, forelimbs hugging tightly around her own barrel. "My own horse is fucking meeee," she whimpers, in a tone of voice that already says she's starting to enjoy that more than she thinks she should.\n\n"Sssshhh, keep your voices down," you whisper in amusement as you finish untying the chestnut, leading him over between the two before turning him loose. "You don't want the others to see you, do you?"\n\n"Cy... Cyan," Amana manages, gulping to steady her voice, fingers curling against the treetrunk as her stallion tries to drive her against it, her enlarged tits bouncing and wobbling beneath her tattered and pressed-up robes, her breath coming out in sharp pants. "What's... what are you... oh <i>gods</i>," she mewls as the stallion gives a particularly hard slam forward, his big black balls slapping forward against her.\n\n"Our horses are fucking us, our horses are fucking us," Shae just gasps out in a barely-audible whisper over and over again. While she'd earlier managed to relace her top to fit over her own bigger boobs, the constant shaking of her dapple beastfucking her has bounced them free, the large green orbs jiggling like true bowls of jelly in front of her.\n\n"Hey, you ride them all the time, don't you think it's about time you returned the favor and let them ride you?" you suggest smugly, before moaning happily as the chestnut mounts you, your own horsepussy at long last getting stuffed full of one of your mates' big, throbbing animal cock. You reach an arm up to drape around his neck as he settles his head over your shoulder, the beast snorting and grunting as he starts fucking away at your pussy, your other hand coming up to undo your chain shirt and let it fall open, freeing your own generous boobs.\n\nAll three of you moan and gasp and cum repeatedly as the stallions pound your pussies, the Clydesdale calmly standing off to the side, occasionally stamping a hoof and making his own big cock wobble beneath him. Of course your moans are with utter abandon, while Amana and Shae's are still colored by shame and humiliation, even as you can see their thick, rubbery pussies dripping down onto the forest floor. Eventually you can hear first Amana, then Shae muffling loud cries as their former steeds and now mates shove forward hard, no doubt pumping them full of thick equine cum just like the chestnut is doing to you. You turn your head and kiss his neck, then nudge him to slide off of you before clopping forward, cum drooling from your black pussy as you step up to Amana and the black stallion, the horse having started to slide off of her, his cock slipping out in a torrent of white and dangling below him.\n\n"Cyan... get him... get him down, I..." Amana pants as you reach below. "What are you...? Just... just get him down, I-" She says, unable to see as your hand coaxes the black stallion back to hardness, then lifts him up higher. "What's... what tha-" Her question cuts off with a whinny, her eyes going wide as the stallion shoves back forward, slamming his cock deep into her ass.\n\n"Are you... are you...?" Shae asks tremulously as you move to her side as well, gasping loudly as you reach forward with one hand to squeeze and knead one of her fat green tits while repeating the process. "Cyan, are you putting him in my-" And she too lets out a whinny as the dapple thrusts forward, then resumes his eager, short pumping, driving a little more of his equine prick into Shae's equally equine pucker with every thrust. "My ass my ass my ass my ass!" she whimpers out in time with his thrusts, her voice growing just a little less protesting and a little more eager with every repetition. Grinning, you settle back a little to shift your hind legs down and let the chestnut mount you again, giving your own soft nicker as he presses your thick pucker open with his flared cockhead.\n\nOnce all three of you have taken a load in the ass, you let the horses dismount on their own. Both Amana and Shae are panting and sweaty, their equine lower bodies gleaming with it, tails flicking back and forth, Amana's devil-like one lashing more like an overstimulated cat's. But once they raise their heads and look over, you know from the heat in their eyes that you've got them... they're hooked. Grinning, you beckon them over, and after only a moment's hesitation they move over to you. You guide them to stand beside you, all three of you side-by-side, six huge tits lined up and lightly pressing together (once you've helped Amana relieve herself of her robes), and three equine rumps with both holes dripping horse cum facing the Clydesdale.\n\n"Now, girls," you murmur. "It's the king's turn."\n\nBoth bite their lower lips, obviously knowing what you mean, but give slight nods. Then Amana cries out in both shock and pleasure as the Clydesdale mounts up on her and stuffs his thick prick into her already creampied equine cunt, shoving forward hard a few times before starting to really fuck her. The shaking of her body makes her tits wobble and shake mightily, and sends ever decreasing ripples through your tits and into Shae's. Smiling, you turn your head to the side and lean over, kissing the blushing green girl and twining your tongue with hers as her surrogate mother gets fucked by the massive horse.\n\nOnce he's finished dumping his first potent load of the night into Amana's dark crimson cunt, the Clydesdale dismounts and saunters to the side. He's nothing but a dumb beast, but you'd almost think he was picking who to do next... but apparently settles on the other new mare of his little herd. Shae mewls in blatant happiness as she feels his weight thud onto her back, then muffles her cry of pleasure as he slams into her cunt. Grinning, you turn your head and repeat your makeout session with her using Amana as your partner, while Shae gets beastfucked on your other side.\n\nBy the time the Clydesdale mounts up on you, both have moved around a bit to the front, leaning down with their tits hanging below them as they start sucking eagerly at your nipples, hands running over your belly and the sides of your horse body, making you positively tremble with excitement... especially once their own steeds mount up on them and begin fucking them again as they suckle at your tits, making them both moan and whimper loudly around the sensitive flesh.\n\nEventually the stallions have had their fill and saunter back to their places, cocks dangling limp beneath them and gradually starting to resheath. Shae has settled in as well, leaned forward with her arms around Amana's middle, suckling a black nipple while the Tiefling-taur moans and strokes her hair. "What do we do now...?" Amana murmurs, gasping happily as you slip three fingers into her cum-sodden horse cunt and start swirling them around.\n\n<hr>\n[[Stay the course.|GGCentaur]]\n\n[[Head off on your own.|GGCentaur6x3]]

"Mm, it'd be nice if we could do this without needing to wait 'til night and hide it all the time," you muse as you continue gently finger-fucking Amana's stretched dark red pucker, gradually adding a fourth finger, then slowly pushing your entire hand inside of her, her flanks twitching and her tail wrapping around your forearm as she gives a low moan. "Maybe we could go off on our own."\n\n"I don't... I don't know what we'd say to the others," the Tiefling-taur hedges, but the moan as Shae slips over to start nursing at her other nipple says she's definitely not adverse to the idea.\n\n"You said you'd have to study the artifact to change us back, right?" you offer as you start slowly working your hand back and forth, your wrist gradually disappearing through Amana's stretched but muscular pucker.\n\n"I don't want to change back," Shae murmurs softly, briefly breaking her suckling to grin up at Amana and then over at you. "I like being a centaur now," she adds cheerfully, before returning her mouth to Amana's dark nipples.\n\n"I thought you might," you reply with a giggle, before continuing. "But they don't know that. We can tell them we just need to go off for awhile to research it. Somewhere remote and private, and we don't know how long it will be."\n\n"Yessss," Amana hisses pleasurably at the combination of the idea, your fist in her ass, and Shae suckling at her. "Y-yes, I know the perfect place... an old tower, half a ruin but still sturdy and with plenty of enclosed spaces, large architecture even we could use. It's from before I met Bane, he doesn't even know where it is."\n\n"Sounds perfect!"\n\nEventually the three of you stop fooling around with each other and clean up, a task which is made far easier (if a bit naughtier) by having two extra sets of hands to help you. Of course, in the morning Bane isn't too happy with the news. "Leaving?" he says sadly.\n\n"Ah, not forever," Amana corrects, though you can see she's a little troubled... it likely will be forever, since the three of you are unlikely to get tired of horsecock. "Just until I finish researching a counterspell. I'll never get it done in any city or with trying to get adventuring done as well, and it's not fair to you or Thurkar to have you just sitting around while I spend all my time in research."\n\n"Is what it is," Thurkar grunts, leaning down to thump a hand on Bane's shoulder. "Come, Bane, say goodbye, then let us mount and be off. Drawing it out just makes it worse."\n\n"Aaaactually," Amana continues, both smiling and wincing. "I'm afraid we... need... the horses as well."\n\n"What?" Bane and Thurkar both blink, the Dragonkin straightening up. "But you-"\n\n"It's not about transportation, at least of us," Amana clarifies, glancing aside shiftily. She clearly doesn't realize that she's doing it, but she hugs her arms beneath and around her tits, lifting them up and jutting them out, the stiff nipples poking out against the fabric, the way the tattered edges of her robe lift around the joining of her human and equine halves giving the implication of nudity. It may not be deliberate, but wow does it work, you think as the men's eyes glaze over a little. "It's just, we'll need to transport a lot of... spell components back and forth. We'll pay you many times what they're worth out of our share of course, and-"\n\n"No, no, it's fine," Bane interrupts with a bit of a sigh. "We've more than enough money to purchase some temporary steeds from the first farmstead we pass, and quite excellent ones once back in Miabal. You are the ones that have suffered from this incident, after all."\n\nOnce Bane and Thurkar have loaded the big barbarian up with their share and bid their goodbyes before setting out, the three of you set off in a different direction entirely, leading the more lightly-encumbered horses. "I feel bad about lying to Bane and Thurkar, and I'm gonna miss them," Shae comments a little sadly. "But I'm also looking forward to our new life."\n\n"Mmm, yes, freedom," Amana coos, before deliberately hefting her tits now and giving them a light shake beneath her robes. "It will be good to go naked as is proper for a centaur and free these as well. You like my tits, don't you darling?" she chirps to her black stallion, reaching out to stroke the side of his neck, his cock unsheathing somewhat as if in answer.\n\n"I like your tits too," Shae murmurs, cheeks darkening as she glances away.\n\n"Clearly, and you shall have plenty of opportunities to like and love them as you wish once we have reached our new home!"\n\n"Speaking of," you say as your now mostly equine group arrives at a split in the wide trail you've been walking along. "Which way, Amana?"\n\n"Hm, if I recall both of these get there eventually," Amana muses as she steps up to stand at your side, eyeing the half of the trail that heads into the forest proper, and another that looks to lead out of it. "The forest path is shorter, but to my understanding is often beset by bandits along parts of it. The other path is mostly across open country and as I recall quite safe and open, free of habitation... or prying eyes... but it will take us longer."\n\n<hr>\n[[Forest.|GGCentaur6x4]]\n\n[[Open country.|GGCentaur]]

Screw it. You've already been made a bitch, you may as well enjoy being one. What do you have to lose, at this point?\n\nReaching down to undo the button and zipper of your jeans, you wiggle the rest of the way out of them as well as your shoes and socks. You straighten up enough to pull off your t-shirt and toss it aside as well, your perky tits jiggling as you move. Then you settle back onto all fours, looking over your shoulder. "Hey, here boy," you coo, shaking your ass at him. The Husky's ears perk and he lifts his head to look over at you. You give one of your asscheeks a light slap to encourage him before bracing your hand and giving your hips another wiggle. "C'mon, mount your bitch!"\n\nApparently you don't have to tell him twice. He's on his feet in a flash and mounting you almost before you can see him move. This time he has a much easier time finding his mark and stuffing his glistening, veiny cock into your pussy... probably because you're still gaping some from last time. You don't bother repressing your moan this time as he starts pumping quickly, reaching his pace much faster this time. You rock your body against his thrusts, fucking back against him shamelessly this time, gasping and grunting like an animal yourself as that big glistening puppy prick pounds your pussy.\n\nYou hear a bit more rustling and some panting, and without stopping your own gasping or motion, you look to the side. It looks like more dogs of various breeds are emerging from the trees. They're of various breeds, most of them fairly large... and every single one has a jutting red spear below his belly. You moan loudly at the sight, your tongue moistening your lips at the realization that the sounds and smells of your mating with the Husky has drawn more wandering males over, probably wanting a piece of the action. And with your brain fuck-fogged from the feel of the canine cock crammed in your cunt, you're not inclined to let them go wanting.\n\nYour perky B-cups jiggle under you, nipples stiff as pebbles as your body is rocked by the pounding of the Husky on your back. His soft, furry chest rubs against your bare back, his belly stroking your ass as he pumps his hips. You alternately close your eyes and roll your head, letting out shameless moans at the feel of that big inhuman prick fucking you, and open your eyes to look around at the large group of dogs waiting impatiently, tails wagging, tongues lolling, cocks glistening. You cum again as the Husky's knot slips inside you, although not quite as far as last time... maybe the presence of the others has thrown him off, because when he tries to turn around, his cock slips out of you with a fresh rush of dog cum, and he winds up trotting off to the side instead.\n\nThe moment he's out of the way, a big Boxer steps in to take his place. His even bigger cock stretches your pussy wider and deeper than the Husky's as he stuffs himself inside you and starts fucking hard, powerful hips slamming against your ass hard enough to send ripples of motion through it. You cry out freely, not even caring at this point if the sound carries to the park outside, alternately letting out loud, full-throated moans or sucking air through gritted teeth at the intensity of the feeling of that dog cock pounding your teenage slit. Soon you feel the huge bulge of his knot slamming against your pussylips, and half because you're afraid you might not be able to take it and half because you want to make sure you can get fucked by another dog as soon as possible, you bear down with your pussy. That sets both him and you off, and you both give a bit of a howl as he starts spraying dog cum deep inside your pussy.\n\nHe quickly slips off once he realizes he's not tied, and is just as quickly replaced by another who mounts up and leans heavily on your back. This one looks like some sort of Rottweiler mix, and his head is at the perfect height for his hot panting and doggy groaning to be right in your ear as he fucks your pussy. You moan whorishly for him in return, turning your head to look at him and dragging your tongue along his saliva-dripping jowls, then sucking at his lolling tongue as he turns his head towards you. You french the dog the entire time he's pounding away at your cunt, which he seems to enjoy, since he shifts his position to make it easier, incidentally angling his cock nicely against the walls of your cunt and keeping his knot from tying when he cums.\n\nAs the next one mounts up, some of the others move in, licking at the sweat glistening on your skin, big, flat dog tongues washing across your tits, your sides, even your asscheeks. They lick at your face, in your open mouth, and every time one will let you you suck on his tongue for awhile you do. The one fucking you while you're licked and pounded to several intens orgasms eventually dumps his load, and it's the one after that who has a little trouble with his aim. You feel the big shaggy mutt's cock slipping and sliding along the curves of your ass, and are just about to reach back and help him in when the pointed tip of his cock finds a hole and jams in. You yowl in surprise and pained pleasure as he stuffs the vast majority of his big dog dick up your ass. But even if you wanted to stop him, there's nothing you can do... all the dogs are in such a frenzy by now that he's almost instantly pounding away at your previously virgin asshole as hard and fast as any of them have fucked your pussy, his big furry balls thwapping against your pussy and quickly getting soaked with girlcum and dog cum.\n\nThe Husky is suddenly in front of you again, and apparently tired of waiting for his next turn. Leaping up and managing to find a position along with the shaggy mutt already on you, he thrusts his cum-smeared, vein-riddled cock between your lips, abruptly muffling your moans. Still, you moan all the louder around it and start eagerly working your tongue over the underside as he starts fucking your face. You rock back and forth energetically between the two, your throat bulging with dock dick and your ass stretching around puppy prick, your muffled noises of slutty delight mingling with the panting of a good dozen dogs.\n\nOnce your friend the Husky shoves his knot against your lips, lipstick smearing all over the glistening red bulge, you finally get a taste of what they've been pumping into your cunt. It's salty and slick, as you expected, but there's also something just... musky, and animal, and depraved about it that has you instantly addicted, though that's probably helped along by the fact that you're cumming from the hot, wet rush of dog jizz being pumped into your ass.\n\nAfter that, it's always two at a time... one dog fucking your mouth, another pounding away at your pussy or ass. Your whole world consists of those thick, glistening red shafts spitroasting you and the sounds of dogs panting, barking, and moaning as the fuck you, with the occasional yip or howl as they fill you full of another load of dog jizz. Somewhere in there, you admit to yourself... you could never get off with human guys after this. Apparently, once you go pup, that time is up.\n\nEventually you get tired enough that your arms and legs briefly collapse under you, dropping you to the wet, slightly muddy grass created by a mixture of dog and human fluids over the course of the gangbang. You lay there panting, dazedly looking around... most of the dogs seem to have wandered off, leaving a few stragglers who are mostly either curled up or licking themselves. You moan a little as one tucks his muzzle between your asscheeks and laps at your gaping, cum-smeared asshole, and then trots off, apparently not interested enough to urge you back into position. You have to admit, you're pretty tired, and fuck-crazed or not, bed is starting to sound pretty good right now...\n\n<hr>\n[[Go home.|GGDog1x4]]\n\n[[Stay.|GGDogPlaceholder]]

"Shae's the best equipped to spot and undo a magical trap if she finds one, right?" you say slowly. "She should probably do it, don't you think?"\n\nAmana casts a worried glance at Shae, who just shrugs placidly, apparently unconcerned. "True. Very well, Shae, have at it."\n\nThe half-orc moves forward, pulling her long black hair back into a ponytail before starting to examine the pedestal. Eventually she moves on to checking the statue as well. Finally, she shrugs and picks up the statue... then yelps as if it had stung her. She's either even stronger than she looks or the thing's hollow, because when she reflexively tosses it, it goes flying through the air rather easily, Amana yelping and reaching out towards it to catch it reflexively. \n\nWhile the statue's in the air, though, its effect is already starting to grip Shae. She groans, clutching her middle as her muscles ripple beneath the tight leather pants. The seams of them creak as something pushes out, the others watching in a sort of freeze-frame tableau as Shae's ass expands, then pushes out backwards, the leather tearing as it expands, lengthening as two more limbs begin to grow from the back of it, as her pussy thickens and shifts further back, the lips growing darker and more rubbery. Amana's probably seen the change start, but the statue's already coming right at her and her body has already reacted, her hands touching the sides before she yelps and swings them wide, dropping it. \n\nWhile Shae's new back legs continue to grow down towards the floor, her original feet shift, forcing her to raise up on her toes, which are shrinking and joining together, nails turning thick and dark and beginning to fuse. As Amana cries out, her robes stretching and then starting to rip as her own change begins, Shae's back hooves hit the floor and stamp hard, the half-orc... well, half-orc centaur... gasping as her tits start putting pressure on her leather top, bulging out of the cleavage before finally popping free, too large to be contained. She lets out a whinny-like sound of combined fear and... well, kind of sounds like pleasure to you as the skin of her lower half alters and grows coarse, dark green hair, a sleek black tail sprouting from above her thickening asshole. Amana gives her own equine cry as her tits start to expand too, pressing out against her tattered robes and raising them further along her lower half as deep red hide covers her own horselike lower body, and an electric purple tail sprouts.\n\nSoon, the both of them are panting and gasping, staring down at themselves. They're both centaurs, like you... oversized tits and all. Shae looks at herself in shock, stamping a hoof almost experimentally against the stone, while Amana twists her upper body around to look back at her rump, red eyes wide as her tail flicks.\n\n"W-what... what happened?" Shae whispers, looking at the statue, then herself, then Amana, then you. "It... it made us like you!"\n\n"Well, I think it made you part horse, since the lower halves still look kinda... well, half-orc-y. And Tiefling-y," you point out a little lamely, still in shock yourself. Indeed, Shae's horse body is still that strange blend of sleek and muscular, like a Clydesdale's muscles pressed into a champion racer's form.\n\nAmana stares at you, then down again and striking her own hoof against the rock... and cantering to one side in surprise as it sends up a shower of sparks. "Steel hooves. Like a hellhorse," she says rather dryly. "Yes, we are obviously not... traditional centaurs."\n\n"Can you change us back?!" Shae cries, only settling down a little when you trot over and rest a hand on her shoulder.\n\n"I... possibly, I will have to research the artifact, and the issue. I'll do my best Shae," Amana promises.\n\n"Well, one good thing of it," Thurkar grunts, gesturing with his axe. You turn and look... indeed, the force field is gone, leaving nothing between all of you and the treasure.\n\n"Ah, well, there's no possible way we could carry all of this," Bane says after a moment, probably not wishing to seem too eager to move along from the present issue. "So let's load up what we can, and we shall keep the location as closely-guarded a secret as we have so far, coming back for more when we can."\n\nAll of you load up your magical bags with as much as will fit. Bane and Thurkar then load up heavy saddlebags for each of the steeds, the little bard quickly fashioning another set to load up. You give a loud 'oof' as you're loaded up, unable to help giving a long-suffering sigh as you're now relegated to pack animal. Shae gives you an apologetic look... then turns a startled one on Bane as he begins fashioning yet another set of saddlebags.\n\n"Er, Bane, are you...?" Amana starts.\n\nHe blinks, glancing up at her, then Shae... then rather pointedly at you, before looking back at the other two, who seem suitably chastened, neither of them complaining (although each gives an 'oof' of their own) as they too are drafted into pack mule service.\n\n"I'm glad I seem to know how to walk like this, at least," Shae murmurs once all of you are back out on the road, moving slower with the heavy loads and Thurkar and Bane walking to avoid overburdening their steeds. "... But..." She carefully side-steps closer to you, saying in a low whisper, "... I have nothing covering my lower half at all." Her greenish face darkens. "My... my p-pussy and my ass are just... out there. I keep wondering if anyone's looking."\n\n"You get used to it," you assure her, patting her back.\n\n"No offense, but I think we'd rather not," Amana adds dryly. "It's a unique experience, but I'm not sure there's a lot to recommend it for those of us that aren't natural-born centaurs."\n\nYou raise your eyebrows. Oh, you think there is, and you may have an opportunity to show her soon enough.\n\nThat night once camp is made, Bane clears his throat. "So, I'll just bring all three of you dinner as soon as possible."\n\nAmana's face darkens, and she opens her mouth to snap something back... then rubs her face with both hands. Obviously realizing what a massive hypocrite she'd be if suddenly making the centaur party members stay with the horses wasn't okay, she lets out a sigh. "Yes. Of course. Thank you, Bane."\n\nStill, she looks grumpy as she eats, Shae seeming a little morose as well. Once dinner is done, both of them spend a little bit looking about and trying different positions, before both try one of your own few standing rest positions... leaning their arms on a tree and resting their forehead against them. Which of course leaves their rumps turned outward and vulnerable. You grin, looking over Shae's greenish-black pucker and horsepussy, and Amana's dark red ones. You don't enjoy the sight nearly as much as the heavy balls and thick sheaths of the stallions, but you find them not displeasing. Now, the question is, do you help the two of them get those brand new horsepussies stuffed...?\n\n<hr>\n[[Of course!|GGCentaur6x2]]\n\n[[Hm, maybe not.|GGCentaur]]

Why not? This doesn't exactly look like the sort of place to buy a cheap three-pack of black thongs, but maybe you'll actually find something you can't live without. You head on in, and the place really is set up like a Victoria's Secret or something, but more... subdued. Less like it's trying to be a chic nightclub or something. Though as the door chimes and someone comes from a different part of the shop to greet you, you'd have to admit she looks ready to hit some sort of nightclub. She's got long, rather wild blonde hair, big pale blue-green eyes, and is wearing a rather scant white dress that leaves her shoulders and arms bare, and is half unzipped in front to show off the rose-patterned bra cupping up against her large breasts, the dress showing off most of her thighs and the garter belt straps leading down to clip to the matching stockings.\n\n<img src="images/paGnwRS.jpg">\n\n"Hi there, and welcome to Lingerie for All Occasions," she greets in an even tone, though she throws in a saucy wink. "I'm Lina, and is there anything I can help you find today?"\n\n"Just sort of browsing," you say, half on reflex.\n\n"Alright, I won't pester you then. Just let me know if you'd like help [[looking for something special|GGLing1x1]], or for a [[particular sort of occasion|GGLing]]. Oh," she says, turning back towards you as she'd just begun to walk away. "Right now we're actually looking for [[models|GGLing]]. If that's something you'd be interested in, let me know too."

"... Alright, I guess if it's that important, I can at least hear this... handler... out," you say with a sigh. \n\n"Thank you, Cyan, that's all I ask." Your mother turns off the road and into a parking garage, following the ramp onto a subterranean level. At the bottom level, she pulls forward and towards a handicapped spot, barely slowing down to let the wall slide up in front of her to reveal a long, dark passageway barely big enough for the car. You shift a bit nervously as a plain wall appears ahead, the car finally slowing and stopping practically touching it. And then the wall begins sliding upward as the car lowers into a squarish tube lit by softly-glowing green panels that pulse and flicker lightly the entire way down. Eventually the tube walls raise away and you're lowered into a large, vaguely retro-futuristic circular room, the platform below the car lowering until it sits flush with the floor. There are people scattered about, many of them tough-looking people in full body armor standing around at the entrances of hallways leading off from the room, but one is a girl about your own age operating a panel directly beside the car platform. She's certainly not dressed like you'd expect of a spy... her hair, for one thing, comes past her shoulders and is dyed an extremely brilliant shade of pink, and she's wearing a hooded windbreaker over a sweater that has what you think is a game of Galaga knitted across the shoulders and chest. The sweater comes down far enough over her hips that you can just barely see the legs of her shorts, and she's wearing a pair of elaborately-patterned socks and a pair of battered black slip-ons.\n\n"Yo," she greets as you and your mother get out, tossing off a lackluster salute. "Wow, she actually came along, awesome."\n\n"I told you she would, Fuchsia," your mother says with a smile as she moves around the car to stand beside you. "My girl doesn't disappoint."\n\n"So, ah, is this the 'handler' you mentioned?" you ask, glancing back and forth between the two.\n\n"Nah, I'm just a techmonkey," the other girl, apparently Fuchsia, says with a little dismissive wave of the hand. "I pretty much always stay here in the nice, safe bunker and just do what I'm told, life is waaaay simpler that way."\n\n"I need to go change into my uniform, dear, my handler will be along in a minute," your mother says, walking off to the side and through a doorway.\n\nA moment later, two of the guards along a hallway snap to attention at some hidden signal, before the obvious cause of it comes striding out, boots clacking authoritatively on the hard surface of the floor. She's tall, with long black hair and a white eyepatch covering her right eye. She's also wearing a somewhat militaristic long white coat that covers her from chest to mid-shin, not giving much insight as to her figure... though under the coat it looks like she's wearing something tight and shiny, white as well, her gloves and boots made of the same stuff. She seems to be about your mother's age, a little more severe of features, though maybe that's the dark lipstick and eyeliner adding to the impression. She stops in front of you and smiles. "It's good to finally meet you, Cyan. Your mother's been talking about you so long, everyone's been looking forward to this day." She glances aside briefly. "Agent Fuchsia."\n\n"Boss," Fuchsia answers, tucking her hands into her jacket pockets.\n\n"So, sounds like you have the advantage on me," you say slowly. "You are...?"\n\n"I'm known only by my title... the Handler," she answers evenly. "You understand that in this line of work, it's necessary to keep a certain amount of distance. One of the only ways that can be formalized is by insuring that everyone uses code names while in the building and communicating with each other. Thus, I'm the Handler, this is Agent Fuchsia..." She glances aside as there's the sound of a door opening. "Ah, and Agent Violet."\n\nYou look over, and can't help but stare a little. Your mother is walking out of the room she entered, but is now wearing a shiny purple bodysuit. An extremely tight purple bodysuit... as in so tight that the puffy nipples capping her individually hugged and outlined breasts are visible. In fact, you're pretty sure that if the utility belt looking thing she's wearing didn't have a largeish pouch hanging down in front, her sex would be pretty clearly outlined. Other than a pair of tech-looking bracers around her forearms, she doesn't seem to be wearing anything else... the feet of the bodysuit are simply shaped like boots, with attached black soles with stiletto heels. You'd expect almost anyone to seem embarrassed in that, but she actually seems more relaxed and confident than you've seen her in awhile... she even gives you a wink as she comes to a stop between the other two.\n\n"Uh... that's some spy suit," you say a little numbly.\n\n"It's an amazing piece of technology," the Handler says evenly... if she's aware at all of how lewd the thing looks on your mother's fit but voluptuous body, she doesn't give the slightest indication. "One you'll become familiar with shortly. You see, Cyan, in addition to having had a look at your gaming skills, we've also assessed your genetic potential... like your mother, you have the DNA of an effective agent. Your aptitude, but also your potential, makes you absolutely vital for recruitment. Right now, as we speak, a terrorist has seized an experimental illegal chemical weapon and is planning to blackmail a major western nation with the threat of deploying it in a densely-populated urban area. Our source says they'll make the threat in the next twelve hours... we have to stop them before then, before they even contact any government officials. Once they do, someone is sure to leak the threat's existence, and there will be widespread panic all across the targeted nation. That's why it's so vital that this be done quickly, quietly, and as off the radar as possible."\n\n"This is the sort of work that Semiglobal Law & Order Operative Team does, Cyan," your mother says, pride in her voice. "We save people... not for glory, or any political agenda, just to save as many people as possible, as early as possible."\n\n"So the question is, will you become an Agent?" the Handler asks, her eye focused on you intently.\n\n<hr>\n[[Yes.|GGSpy1x2]]\n\n[[No.|GGSpy1bx1]]

"I think I'll partner with M-, er, Agent Violet," you say, glancing aside. "I mean, besides her being an experienced agent, it just makes a lot of stuff easier, right?"\n\n"An excellent point," Handler agrees with a nod. "Having your mentor right in your own home is, obviously, a major benefit of partnering with her. Well then, Agent Violet, I'll turn Agent Cyan's training over to you, and I'll see you both for your next mission."\n\n"Certainly, Handler," your mother answers, smiling. The moment the two of you have stepped out of the office, she turns to you and draws you into a tight embrace. "Oh, honey, I'm so glad you've chosen me as your mentor! We're going to have so much fun saving the world together!"\n\n"Eheh, um, yeah," you murmur, a little embarrassed even as you hug her back. Less because you're hugging your mother in a sort of public place, more because the both of you are wearing super-tight, extremely thin latex suits so it's basically like hugging your mother while you're both naked. You give her a few pats on the back, waiting for her to draw back and then following her back to the changing room. "So what happens now?"\n\n"Well, we'll go home, obviously," your mother says as she removes the belt and bracers, and you turn quickly to your own locker as she proceeds to just rip off the bodysuit starting at the neck. "I'll take some time off from my cover job so that I can focus on helping you do some physical and mental training... nothing too onerous, we don't want you to <i>over</i>train either... and then eventually we'll get a call for my next mission, and you'll go with me."\n\nYou wait until you've peeled out of your own suit and gotten dressed, and the two of you are back in the car, to ask, "So just straight-up on-the-job training, huh?"\n\n"Essentially, yes. These will be missions that I could handle on my own, but that you'll be able to assist me on and therefore learn by doing. Hopefully none of them will be <i>too</i> dangerous, but make sure to follow my orders and be careful. Everything should turn out just fine, and I think you're really going to get a lot out of this career, Cyan."\n\n"Huh." You consider that for a moment, then ask, "Wait, how much do I get paid?"\n\n"I'm afraid your paycheck will be held in trust until you've graduated high school and-or college and can establish a cover identity dear," your mother says dryly. "You have to be able to explain where the money comes from, after all, but don't worry, it will be there waiting."\n\n"Tch." You sit back and fold your arms, then blink a bit and look over. "Wait, how much do <i>you</i> get paid?"\n\n"... Well..." Your mother glances up slightly. "... Let's just say that if I was at all concerned about being able to spend it all, I'd probably have a cover identity more along the lines of... owning a small electronics store chain."\n\nYou blink a few times, opening and closing your mouth, then giving a nod. "... So lots."\n\n"A fair bit yes."\n\nYou try not to let yourself get distracted by the thoughts of just how much you'll have in the bank by the time you graduate... after all, the point of the job is to keep society from crumbling, kind of hard to spend the money if that happens. So you focus on exercise and reading for the next two weeks, your mother giving you guidance and just as often exercising right alongside you... well, you guess you know how she remains so youthful-seeming and taut now. One morning she comes into your room after a brief knock and says, "Alright, honey, we've got a mission. Let's suit up and head out."\n\n"Alright!" Admittedly, the world being in danger shouldn't be something to get excited about, but you've got to admit you're pretty stoked to be doing spy stuff and saving people again. Though you're a bit surprised when, after following your mother downstairs, she heads for the basement door rather than the front door. "Are we not going to the headquarters?"\n\n"No, not every time. I do need to deploy quickly sometimes, and traveling to the HQ by conventional means each time would make that difficult," she says as she places her hand on a seemingly random piece of the basement wall, and a section nearby slides aside, revealing a smallish, clean white room with one of the suit-machines and some lockers in it. "From here we can suit up and then take a quick tube to the nearby airfield," she adds as she starts to strip down right in the basement.\n\nYou blush a bit, but, well, it would just be worse in the slightly tighter confines of the little room, so you too start pulling off your clothes. You can't help but watch curiously as you're taking off your panties and your mother steps up onto the suit machine, not having seen it from the outside before. ... Yeah, it kind of looks as lewd as it felt, you think, especially since as it slides up her feet it applies those high heels that make her ass lift and her tits jut a bit while they're still uncovered. Soon coated neck-to-toe in thin purple latex (or whatever it actually is, your mother steps off and taps at the controls. "Alright, your suit's parameters are loaded, so hop on while I prepare our mission bags."\n\nYou try not to think about the, well... the sort of intimacy and naughty feeling of the process of the machine sheathing your body in a painted-on layer of shiny blue while your mother's right there, though it's a bit easier since she's just taking things out of the lockers and loading them into Haversacks like it's no big deal. As you step down, now suited up, she hands you your bracers and belt, then finally your HUD contact case, before turning and activating a keypad on the wall that makes a circular door iris open.\n\nThe ride through what's essentially a big pneumatic tube is also kind of a thrill, and soon the both of you emerge into a hangar with a small twin-engine plane. Your mother gets in and settles into the pilot's seat, you sitting beside her and watching carefully as she goes through the startup sequence, then flicks another control to open the doors. Once the plane is in the air, however, she slides a panel aside to reveal a flat touchscreen interface and hits a few buttons, the props stalling out and stilling before the propellers actually collapse in on themselves and retract, the momentum pushing you back into your seat a bit more as the disguised jet speeds up. \n\n"Our current target is a man who has made a fortune for himself blackmailing various politicians," your mother explains as she guides the plane along. "Not exactly a difficult proposition as you might imagine. However, he's apparently decided to graduate to trying to blackmail entire intelligence agencies, and the evidence he's threatening to unleash is one of those potentially society-collapsing issues."\n\nYou snort. "I mean, c'mon, everyone basically just shrugged when they found out about MK-Ultra, how bad could it be?" At your mother's silence, you slowly look over at her. "... Uh... and we're... protecting these people?"\n\n"Sometimes keeping society from toppling means defending people you'd really rather put in the ground, dear, I'm sad to say," she mutters with a roll of the eyes.\n\n"That's an oof."\n\n"As you kids say dear, 'big mood'. Try to think of it less as defending the secretive, unaccountable government agency and more that you're defending the people from the fallout of the secretive, unaccountable government agency's incompetence, it helps me a bit."\n\n"So, setting aside moral implications, since I guess that's part of the whole 'spy' gig, what do we do?"\n\n"We'll sneak into the compound of the target... Dorian Mulbrand... with our goal being to access his secure servers and delete any information he has on that agency or any other."\n\n"But not the politicians?"\n\n"They made their bed, they can continue to pay to sleep in it," your mother snorts. "That's one of the other things you'll learn, dear, that people like Mulbrand are sort of essential to the little ecosystem of our world. If too many of them disappears it throws the whole system into havoc, which is one of the reasons we're not just bombing the place and instead taking a more surgical approach."\n\n"A guy who makes blackmail his business, he wouldn't make it too easy to access his servers."\n\n"No, they're completely cut off from the outside world, no wireless signals either. Mulbrand uses a two-step method for access to them... the first unlock has to be done via biometrics from his personal suite, and the next undone from the central security station. One of the reasons I was assigned this mission is that now that we're a two-person team, we can get this done quickly and efficiently. I'll get myself shown into Mulbrand's suite, and while the guards are distracted watching me, you'll sneak into the security station and incapacitate the guard there, and wait for my signal over the comm. Once you undo the second lock, I'll use Mulbrand's own station to inject the data wipe virus," she adds as she uses the touchscreen control to cause the jet's wings to swing vertical, slowly lowering you towards a remote section of road where a shiny black SUV is waiting with a generically-suited driver standing beside it. "I'll walk right back out the front door while you sneak back out of the mansion."\n\n<hr>\n[[Okay, got it!|GGSpy]]\n\n[[... Wait, hang on a sec...|GGSpy2x2]]

You take a deep breath, then let it out. "... I guess it's kinda hard to say no when you put it like that," you admit, shaking your head. "I mean, if you seriously think I can do something to stop a threat like that... I guess I have to help, don't I?"\n\n"Oh, Cyan, I'm so proud of you," your mother whispers, smiling as she reaches out to squeeze your shoulder.\n\n"Alright, there's not much time, so let's get her registered in the system, outfitted, and briefed while in transit," the Handler says, turning and making her way back towards the hallway she came from, your mother and Fuchsia falling into step with her and you hurrying to catch up.\n\nFuchsia pulls a laptop from within the folds of her windbreaker and rests it on one arm as she opens it, the screen actually projecting a holographic interface slightly away from itself. "Alright, I've already got her biometrics and measurements in the system from the entry scan," she says. "I need to give her a codename though, Boss."\n\n"Hm. We're limited on time, so anything that makes her feel more at ease is better," the white-clad woman muses, before grinning. "Let's make her Agent Cyan."\n\n"Uh, I thought you said that you weren't supposed to refer to each other by your real names?" you ask, glancing at Fuchsia as she starts typing.\n\n"Yes, because that is the rule. Our policy at this branch is to give every agent a codename that is a color... but there isn't any rule that says your codename can't be the same as your real name, if it happens to be a color," the one-eyed woman chuckles. "And calling you Cyan will save any unnecessary double-takes in this crucial first mission."\n\nYou nod, then glance aside as Fuchsia tugs your sleeve. "We go in here," she says, pointing at a set of doors. You follow her through into a space with numerous lockers, high-tech crates, and consoles. "Go ahead and strip down. Heh, don't be shy," she adds at your shocked expression, grinning. "You'll have to get used to me seeing you naked, it's necessary for a lot of medical checks and other things."\n\nSighing, you nod and pull off your t-shirt, then the sports bra beneath it, baring your perky tits to the other girl. "You're gonna at least buy me dinner, right?" you ask drolly to ward off any embarrassment as you start toeing out of your shoes.\n\n"Wouldn't mind sometime," the other teen answers, winking at you, and you can feel some heat spread across your cheeks. It does make it somewhat awkward as you strip out of your jeans and panties, setting everything in an open container Fuchsia points out nearby, then following her directions to stand on a circle on the floor. "Now, this will feel a little weird at first, it takes about a dozen times having one put on to get used to it. Just try not to thrash around too much," she says as she types at a nearby console.\n\n"Huh?" You erk a little as the circle of floor you're on raises up slightly, and two wide sections of floor in front and behind slide away. You stare as a robotic armature with what looks like a wide sheet of light blue rubber stretched out on it rises up. At Fuchsia's direction, you (somewhat nervously) stand with your legs slightly apart and your arms out to the sides a bit, fingers spread and thumbs pointing towards your hips. The armatures swing forward smoothly, pressing the sheets to either side of you, and a low hum starts as they start constricting. You fight the urge to squirm or panic, but can't help squirming as the stuff tightens further and further around you, hugging up between your buttocks and pressing in against your pussy, sucking in around your breasts and completely outlining them. The tighter it gets, the thinner and shinier it seems to become, until finally there's a soft <i>srrrrrip</i> noise and both sides of the armature swing backwards and into the opening behind you, the floor closing up and the circle lowering back to sit flush with it, leaving you looking practically naked albeit made of latex from halfway down your neck to your feet, where you actually seem to have boots with black, low-heeled soles.\n\n"No stilettos?" you ask, trying for casual to mask your embarrassment, your ass and sex somehow feeling even more on display than they were when you were actually nude... maybe because now you're aware that you should be covered. Or because you're trying to resist covering yourself with your arms.\n\n"Nah. There's actually a lot of tech packed into the heels, but some of it's stuff you need more experience to use. Besides needing more experience to do spy work while wearing them." Fuchsia moves to a locker and opens it up, returning with a black utility belt like you saw your mother wearing and a pair of bracers. She hands you the belt, and as you're (rather quickly) strapping it on, she explains. "The pouches contain a variety of useful stuff, that'll all come up in your HUD when you look at the belt. The front is a special pouch I designed and call a 'Haversack'. Basically, whenever you put something into it, sensors track your brainwaves, and the sack attaches a tiny servo arm to the item. So when you reach into the pouch with similar brainwaves, the arm lifts that item up above everything else."\n\nYou blink, then laugh. "Oh my God, you designed an actual Handy Haversack!"\n\nHer pale eyes light up. "You got it! You're the first one! But yeah, that's absolutely where I got the idea." At a gesture from her, you hold out your arms and allow her to close the bracers around them. "These also contain a lot of useful gadgets. Tasers, knockout darts, lockpicking tools, computer interfaces, all the standard stuff you'd need. Now here, put these in," she adds, holding up a small silver box.\n\nYou take it and open it up, giving a soft 'ooo' at the sight of a pair of contact lenses. "I can guess what these are," you say as you go about putting them in... you've had a little practice with novelty lenses. After Fuchsia's assurance they're pre-wetted, you slip them in and blink a few times to get them into place... then give a soft 'oh' as numbers and words start appearing seemingly in midair. "Oh wow, the layout's great."\n\n"Yeah, we actually hired some top-notch video game designers for it. Even our agents who aren't previously gamers tend to find this stuff intuitive."\n\n"Huh, I even have an HP, SP, and... EP?" you note, seeing the numbers in the upper right of your view.\n\n"Yeah, your suit may look really thin, but it's a bunch of layers of sensors, special armor, and stimulus delivery devices. It not only improves your strength, agility, and reaction time, but it can protect you from bullets, lessens the impact of blunt-force trauma, and can apply pressure to wounds or even rescuscitate you if your heart stops or you're not breathing." She makes a bit of a face. "The one thing we haven't been able to remedy while also making sure that it's easy to move in and can do everything else is that it tears really easily. So if someone comes at you with a knife, or even just manages to get a grip on the suit to where they can yank, watch out. But yeah, HP is the general assessment of your overall health, as much damage as the system thinks you can take and still function... the sensors and readings for that are incorporated into just about everything, so you should still get an HP reading even if the suit gets ripped up or your belt taken or whatever. SP is 'Suit Points'... how much of the functions of the suit are being retained, when it gets damaged there'll usually be some other specific popups too. And EP is Energy Points, how much power is left in all the various batteries scattered through your equipment. Most of them can use each other's power flow so it's all lumped together, and the batteries are really efficient, you'll generally only have to worry if you're out for an extended period of time or have to do something really big."\n\n"Wow. How much of this did you design?" you ask, looking down at your belt and watching the little popups of everything the pouches design.\n\n"A lot of it," she answers, as if just realizing how much. She hands you a small white plastic bud that, as you take it from her, shifts to match your skintone. You blink, then give a soft 'ah' and tuck it into your ear as she continues. "I mean some of it's based off of schematics brought back from missions, but most of those were in unfinished states or needed further refinement, and I got them into the state they're in now."\n\n"Wow..."\n\n<hr>\n[["You could be, like, a supervillain!"|GGSpy]]\n\n[["Good job, let's get to work!"|GGSpy1x3]]

You are an adult male between the ages of thirty and forty. You're pretty well established in life, and generally know who you are and what you're doing. You have a home of your own and a bank account.\n\n<b>[[David|DavidStart]]</b>: A 38-year-old male. You are fairly well-off, with a nice home, an upscale office job, and prudent investments. You have a very attractive wife and two teenage daughters.\n\n<b>[[Jack|JackStart]]</b>: A 39-year-old male. You made quite a bit of money in software programming, enough to live an upper-middle-class lifestyle without worries. You are the single father of a teenager.\n\n[[Mike|MikeStart]]: A 32-year-old regular joe. With no established job, you accept whatever work your temp agency sends you to, pretty much. You're a bachelor, and have no children.

Yeah, no way you're giving in to this jackass, or anyone else. Someone tries to fuck you, you'll bite off whatever part of them is convenient at the time! You're not sure if the rest of your muscle tone translates into superior bite strength, but if this world operates on game rules you bet it does. After all, it's not like there's a separate STR score for your mouth and your arms. (Well, that's how you'd argue it to your usual GM, though you're betting whoever's running this world isn't as much of a pushover as Dean, especially since you're pretty sure he'd never have the magical realm balls to put you in a situation like this.)\n\nThe man definitely seems to see the resolve on your face as he passes by, giving you a long look and then just smirking and snagging Kari, hauling her up. A few of the other captives accept as well, and the slaver and his friends lead them off... though you notice as he does that he's murmuring to them and they cast a few glances towards you.\n\n... Uh-oh.\n\nThe next morning you're again luggage-loaded into the wagon, though you notice that the slavers are smirking at you more than before. 'This does not bode well,' you think again broodingly, managing to scooch along and wedge yourself up along the side of the cart enough to look out. It's only a few hours before you see the city rising in the distance, though you can smell it almost as soon. That is a lot of animals and old wood and hay and body odor in one place, you think as the wagon pulls up to the gates, the soldiers manning it eyeing the cart's human cargo dispassionately before waving the men through. Of course the last of those gets stronger as they make their way through the city, mingling with the scent of salt and fish as you apparently get closer to the water as well.\n\nThis time when the men haul you down from the cart, one of the first things they do is smack you on the ass and, when you give an angry yelp of protest, shove a metal bar in your mouth. Your teeth clamp down on it reflexively as they fasten the straps behind your head, and suddenly you find you've been bridled like a horse. You squirm and buck furiously as they carry you into a plain wooden building that reeks of sweat, piss, and fear, and they haul you upright. All of them grab hold of your arms, restraining you as one of them undoes one of your cuffs. You can tell you're stronger than any one of them, but with all of them together they're able to force you to lift your arms over your head where the cuffs are rebound and hung from a length of chain, so that your toes can barely touch the ground. They similarly all hold your legs as the rope around your ankles is cut, forcing them to spread and then locking them into manacles on short chains from the floor. You buck and twist again as they step back, laughing at you as you succeed in little more than making your tits wobble around in your inverted-Y pose.\n\nMost of the slavers disperse after a few more long, appreciative looks, but the olive-skinned man heads to some nearby shelves and selects a large jar from one of them. "Don't worry, we'll take care of all those nicks and cuts, have you in fine form for the buyers," he chuckles as he walks back over, only smirking even more at that glare. "Yeah, keep it up, bitch, I don't mind at all."\n\nOf course you do only get angrier as he proceeds to start scooping out the strong-smelling grease from the jar... some sort of animal fat, if you had to guess, mixed with ground herbs... and slathering it on you. Admittedly it's a bit of a relief as he dribbles it all over your hands and it drips under the manacles, and you can feel it immediately soothe all the chafing from the metal. But then he starts stroking his slick, greasy hands up and down your arms, and it becomes incredibly obvious that he's not just your chafing he's going to attend to. You struggle angrily, shouting through the bit as he smears the grease over your large breasts, squeezing them roughly and letting them slip through his slick fingers and pop out, just laughing at your building fury as he toys with your body. He does seem to be intent on making sure he actually gets the stuff all over you, smearing your back and stomach, but he's just as obviously enjoying his work, grinding his palms over your abs and running his hands up and down your back, kneading your firm, muscular round ass blatantly. You glare down at him as he kneels to do your legs as well, greased hands slipping up and down your muscular thighs and calves... and then let out a truly outraged yowl around the bit as he pushes two of those slick fingers into your pussy, giving them several slow turns and pumps in and out of you as he looks you in the eyes, smirking.\n\n"Thaaat's right, look at me like you wanna kill me," he practically purrs, which is exactly what you're doing, whether he wants you to or not.\n\nHe eventually slips his fingers back out and teases a finger at your pucker as well, making you squirm even more furiously, but at least he doesn't actually push inside, instead just getting up and heading out. You're left dangling there and breathing like a bellows, every breath hot with activity and fury. Your whole body is gleaming with the stuff, your skin now appearing a rich tan, and the gleam of the oil making all your muscles stand out and your already large tits look, if anything, even more full and prominent with the shine and accent. 'Asshole, asshole, asshole, I'm definitely gonna kill you,' you think furiously. You would definitely be able to take a level of Barbarian right now if you could, with the sheer amount of rage you're feeling.\n\nYou dangle there for a short time before he returns, this time with a guy that looks like he's probably part troll, to judge by both how large and how ugly he is. Unfortunately that means it's pretty easy for the big oaf to grab one of your legs and hold it as he unfastens the chain from the manacle and force you to bring it in closer to the other, using a new length of chain to bind it to the other manacle before freeing it too. He grabs hold of the chain of your wrist manacles and lifts you up and off the hook, setting you on your feet and, before you can get any ideas, yanks on it to make you stumble forward and force you to start shuffling along after him as he leads you outside. Damn, he doesn't look particularly bright, but apparently he knows his business.\n\nYou're forced to walk naked and gleaming through a lightly-populated area, from the look of it mostly other slaves but a few of their sellers, and then hauled up some steps onto a stage. The half-troll or whatever he is draws you to a sort of almost gallows in the center of the stage that has another chain with various broad hooks dangling from it and rehangs you at a height where your toes are again just barely touching the boards, enough to keep yourself largely steady but not move. You realize that you're staring out at what could be hundreds of people, all of them staring at your naked and displayed body... all of them considering buying you. You feel like you could bite right through the metal of the bit in fury, glaring murderously out at every single one of them as if you could strike them dead with your thoughts. (Why couldn't Monk be a psionic class in this setting?)\n\n"Ladies, gentlemen, and everything else!" the olive-skinned man calls as he steps towards the front of the stage. "This lovely specimen is, as you can see, exceptionally strong and powerful... and not broken in the least! I would not dare sell her to just anybody... no, it would take a special owner to bring this feral wildcat to heel, as I'm sure you can all see! I must insist that you bid only if you have the strength of will and hand to tame her, my good people! Who will open the bidding for this rare and, dare I say, dangerous creature?!"\n\nWh-... what?! He pissed you off on <i>purpose</i> as a <i>marketing ploy</i>?! He wanted you looking so angry and untamed because he thinks it will make you a challenge and drive the price up?! That <i>insufferable <b>piece of shit</b></i>!\n\nUnfortunately the realization of his manipulation only makes you angrier, and you thrash and shriek furiously in your bonds. The bidding, which had barely opened and had seemed a bit tepid, starts picking up speed and enthusiasm... which, of course, just pisses you off even more. By the time it's done, you've practically exhausted yourself and are hanging limp in your bonds breathing furiously, huge tits heaving and dripping oily sweat, while the olive-skinned man is booming a happy "Sold!"\n\nYou didn't even notice who had bought you, you think as you're once more lifted off your hook and hauled on, stumbling along after the big man. You're led down the back stairs again and around the other way, this time hauled to another building that's outfitted far less sparsely, with some comforts even. You can see your original captor entering through the side door and moving to the counter, where someone else is standing in front of a pile of money that would be flattering to your ego if it didn't mean you were being genuinely, actually sold. Your buyer seems to be a-\n\n<hr>\n[[-well-dressed, attractive man.|GGMonk]]\n\n[[-scrawny dude in robes.|GGMonk]]\n\n[[-big, buff woman in skimpy silks.|GGMonk]]\n\n[[-sleek, attractive woman in an expensive gown.|GGMonk]]\n\n[[-bearded man in a dashing outfit.|GGMonk]]

Maybe you should dispense some justice, on behalf of the downtrodden... which, if it ever was you, it isn't anymore, but still it's the principle of the thing. You hurry a bit to catch up to the guy, shifting your bags to one hand so you can reach out to touch his shoulder. He almost jumps as he turns to face you, looking frightened, so you try to smile to put him at ease. "Hey. What's your name?"\n\n"Uh... Ben?" he answers, as if not too sure of that himself.\n\n"Hey Ben, I'm Cyan. Hey, follow me," you add, turning and walking back towards the twins. He hesitates, but then follows along... actually, he sort of seems like the type that would do that even if he weren't being compelled by demon magic.\n\nAlicia and Tricia are still giggling as you approach, and look up. "Oh, hey... Cyan, right?" Alicia, the preppier one, asks, raising a hand to flick her side ponytail, showing off her elaborately-painted fingernails and all the bracelets on her arm. "How's it going?"\n\n"Yeah, what's up?" Tricia adds, resting a hand on her hip, both of them being rather more polite to you than they've ever been.\n\n"Hey girls," you answer evenly. "Hey, I just noticed you giving Ben here a hard time. I think you should apologize."\n\nBoth of them look shocked for an instant, as if the very concept were alien to them. Then they exchange a nervous glance, before looking back at Ben, actually seeming sincerely contrite (if only a little) as they mutter, "Sorry." "Yeah, sorry."\n\n"Um... it's no big deal, really," Ben mutters back, squirming as if uncomfortable.\n\n"Hey, no, it is a big deal," you interject, all three of them looking at you in surprise. You point at the twins. "You guys do this way too much. I think you need to-"\n\n<hr>\n[["-do a little groveling."|GGHH]]\n\n[["-have a good influence."|GGHH]]\n\n[["-apologize more thoroughly in private."|GGHH]]

You struggle against the temptation of the things she said, but maybe it's the battering your concept of reality has taken that has you actually asking, "What do you really mean... 'influence'?"\n\nThe demon that used to be Leslie grins broadly, as if knowing she already had you snared. "You say it, people do it. Probably not completely and totally self-destructive stuff... y'know, I doubt you could say 'jump off a cliff' or 'give me absolutely everything you own'. Unless you were dealing with someone who had that sort of tendency anyway," she adds with a shrug, as if it were no nevermind to her. "But anything less than that? 'Smack yourself', 'give me a quarter of everything you own', all sorts of things. And they'd obey like it was only natural to... oh, you might get a <i>little</i> embarrassment, or some vague hesitancy, but other than that? Never pay another bill, never serve another detention. Heck, you could be the first politician whose only corruption was selling a bit of your soul, because you could just tell people to vote for you and they would!"\n\nYou stare at her, and she must sense that you're on the fence, because she raises her hands. "Okay, okay, here, I'll sweeten the deal. If you accept, once I've finished giving you the power, I'll depart this world for the lower planes, and I won't come back until someone... like, say, you... invites me. No one but you will even remember that Leslie ever existed, either, so that will spare you explanations and investigations and all that sort of bullshit. You'll be completely free to use your new powers as you like without fear of a rampaging demon, how's that sound?"\n\nThe last of your resistance crumbles, and you nod slowly. "Yeah, alright, fine. I'll agree to that."\n\n"Good, the contract's sealed. Now, you have to let me out before I can grant your request."\n\nYou look dubiously at her, but practically every book you've ever read says demons are bound to contracts when they agree to them. Plus, what are you going to do if she's lying? You should have just left her down here in the first place if you thought that was the case. "Fine. I release you from the circle."\n\nShe immediately steps forward and in front of you, smirking. "Thank you! Now, as much as I'd like to rape you into a drooling, mindless mess, a deal's a deal, and since I have to leave I may as well go ahead and get this done so I can go to Hell. Now, stand still, this'll feel a little weird," she adds, reaching out to poke you a little below the bellybutton.\n\n'Weird' is an odd word for 'near-whiteout orgasmic'. Your eyes roll in your head and your teeth clench as a climax instantly smashes through your body, tears near-instantly starting to leak from your eyes and spit to dribble down your chin. You buck and jerk your hips as your pussy gushes hard, soaking your panties and jeans almost completely. You can feel something changing, some part of your brain well aware of the additional pleasure that you're feeling as something thick and hard pushes out against the front of your panties and bulges up your jeans, then begins spurting as well, your orgasmic pleasure doubling and bringing you close to passing out as your pants become a complete and utter mess. Eventually the feeling subsides and you're left panting and gasping for air, feeling light-headed and almost disconnected from your body. Still, you look down... and stare at the obvious bulge in your jeans. You lift up your shirt slightly (at the same time noticing that it's a bit harder to see past your chest), and find that there's a glowing tattoo resting just above the waistline of your jeans, the lower part of it practically pointing at said bulge.\n\n<img src=https://i.imgur.com/nDQ2Hrp.png>\n\n"You... you gave me a-!" you splutter.\n\n"Oh, don't worry," the Leslie-turned-demon assures you, waving a hand. "Mortals won't be able to see the demon mark at all."\n\n"You gave me a <i>cock</i>!" you blurt, staring at her.\n\n"Oh, that! Well, yeah. It's actually really helpful for this sort of spell, y'know? If I just gave you natural charisma that could do the same thing, it would take way more power than I had... but by giving you some infernally-powered male and female traits together, it insures your influence will work on both men and women. Don't worry, everyone will think it's perfectly natural. Well, I'm off!" she concludes.\n\n"Hey, wait!" you call, only for a burst of fire and acrid air washes up between you and her, making you reflexively throw your hands in front of yourself and stumble back. By the time you've recovered, the flames are gone, as is the demon. You're left standing there in shock, your pants a damp (and sticky) mess, clinging to your half-hard new cock. Well that's just... great! What now?!\n\n<hr>\n[[Go try out your powers on the boys.|GGHH]]\n\n[[Lay low 'til morning.|GGHH18x2]]

"Yeaaaah," you drawl, thinking. Well, this should be a test you can play off as a joke easily enough if it doesn't work. "I want those maple-flavored waffles, the ones you pretty much never make because they're a pain in the butt, some of that really expensive milk that comes in the actual glass bottle, and $500."\n\n"Alright, I'll go get started on the waffles," your mother says as she stands up, pulling her wallet out of her pants pocket and flipping through it. "Honey, I only have about $200 on me."\n\n"It's fine, I'll get the other $300 out of the safe before I run down to the high-end market for Cyan's milk," your father replies as he sets aside his paper and heads for his study.\n\nAn hour later you're sitting in your room, full of gourmet waffles, designer milk, and staring at a sheaf of $100 bills in your hand. Holy crap, they didn't even blink. It was harder to ask for a loan of the twenty-five or so bucks it cost to do the haunted house night than it was for them to hand this over. Yeah, you'd say that your power of 'Influence' is working. Just to do a test, though, you take a deep breath, then strip down and do a walk through the house, your enlarged tits jiggling and your bare cock flopping.\n\nAs you pass your mother in the living room, she glances up and frowns... then asks, "Cyan, do you not have clean clothes or something? Do I need to do laundry?"\n\n"Uh, yeah, that'd be good Mom, thanks." With that, you head back to your room... okay, confirmed, she didn't think it weird that you had a dick, and she didn't even seem to think it was terribly odd that you were walking through the house naked. Apparently even without being given orders, your influence dulls the edge of reactions and makes it seem like whatever you're doing is exactly what you should be doing. Your head's virtually swimming with the thought of all you could do with this, and you slowly sink back onto your head, starting to stroke your now stiff and throbbing prick. You freeze a little as a few minutes later your door opens and your mother walks in... but she just blushes brightly and then collects your scattered dirty clothes without a word, carrying them out. After a moment, you resume, if anything even harder at the fact that having to worry about what's on your monitor when they come in is a thing of the past, among other things.\n\nYou spend the rest of the day alternately masturbating, napping, getting cleaned up, and trying out your powers with your parents. Nothing too outlandish or onerous... just making sure you get exactly what you want for lunch and dinner, using the big-screen TV whenever you want for whatever you want to watch, having your dad order you a new computer, things like that. No need to go crazy. After all, you realize, it's not like you'll actually need to ask them for a ton of money.\n\nAnd the next day you put that to the test by heading to the mall. Just to make sure, you do go ahead and wear slightly baggy jeans... no need to make a scene by showing off your bulge, even if the thought does appeal a little bit. All your shirts are fairly tight now, though, so showing off your tits seems inevitable, and after trying on a few you decide 'fuck it' and wear a tanktop. If you're gonna show off might as well really show off. And so you saunter around the mall, attracting quite a few glances, and oddly feeling more appreciative of them than you might have before. The demon's little gifts are probably a bad influence on you. Either way you start out by going in a few places and picking out various bits of electronics and little gewgaws you've been eyeing for awhile but were either too expensive or never wanted to bite the bullet on. When you head to the counter with them, you politely request a manager, then politely request that the manager comp your entire purchase, which of course they do without hesitation. In fact after several rounds of this, you get a little bored with it and decide to try just walking out of the store with a bunch of CDs in one of your bags... and even though the alarm goes off, the counter worker just glances over and waves, calling the standard 'Have a good day!'\n\n'This is amazing!' you think, while a smaller part of you complains that you're likely to get these people in trouble with their bosses, who <i>aren't</i> being influenced by you. You find that thought incredibly easy to quash, to the point that you'd wonder just how much this power is corrupting you if you gave it any real thought.\n\nAs you finish asking for and receiving the most expensive gourmet cookie at the food court for free, you hear some laughter from nearby. You turn and spot a familiar sight... thick, wavy blonde hair with side-ponytails (one with a blue scrunchy, the other red) and near-identical perfect tanned bodies, one of them clad in a white blouse with the sleeves rolled completely up and the bottom tied under her breasts and a blue pleated skirt below, the other in a snug white tanktop and teeny little denim cutoffs. Tricia and Alicia, informally known as the 'Bitch Twins' at school. They're both pointing to draw as much attention as possible to an embarrassed-looking boy who's now slinking along... he probably just had a small stumble or something, but of course those two had to make it into a Thing like they always do. You do not like the Bitch Twins, no you do not...\n\n... hm, and now you can do something about that, can't you?\n\n<hr>\n[[Punishment.|GGHH20x1]]\n\n[[Justice.|GGHH18x4]]\n\n[[Fuck 'em.|GGHH]]

You're neither entirely ready to trust what the demon said, nor entirely sure what you'd do if things did work. For now, all the strangeness aside, your priority has become getting cleaned up. Shaking your head, you go back up the stairs and hunt down a nearby bathroom, making sure to lock the door behind yourself. Once you've toed off your sneakers, you take a deep breath, then open and peel down your jeans and panties, the rather sodden fabric flopping to the floor as you drop them. And there... is your cock.\n\nIt's pretty damn big too... at least long and thick enough to qualify you for any of the 'big dick' themed porn you've seen. You stare down at it, then in the nearby mirror. It's as hairless as your crotch was before and as pale and smooth as the rest of you, so it somehow seems undeniably your cock. A careful touch to brush aside your (hefty) new balls at least finds that your pussy is still there and intact, virtually still dripping from the earlier orgasm. Unable to help checking out the full package, you peel off your t-shirt and toss it aside too... yeah, your breasts are definitely bigger, at least a DD or maybe even a EE now. And you can see that glowing pink... well, it's almost a tramp stamp style thing, except for the size and position.\n\nAnd your cock is slowly, steadily starting to harden as you stare at yourself. Getting a little weirded out at the idea of getting turned on by yourself, you quickly snag your T-shirt and pull it back on, then grab your panties and jeans and take them to the sink, concentrating on getting them washed out and then hung over a vent where they'll hopefully dry before morning. Then you need to clean yourself up. You find a hand towel to use in place of a washcloth and soak about half of it, then carefully wipe off your inner thighs... then mmmf a little as you press the cloth up against your pussy to rinse it off, feeling your cock give a twitch in response to the pleasure. Of course by the time you're finished rinsing the mingling of pussy juice and cum off your balls and shaft, your prick is stiff and throbbing, and you bite your lower lip as it aches faintly.\n\n"... Fuck it," you groan, moving forward to lean against the wall behind the toilet with one hand, reaching down with the other to wrap your hand around your shaft. You let out a low moan as you start pumping slowly, then quickly getting faster and faster, jerking your brand new prick and shivering at the strange pleasure rushing through your body as you do. As if it were the proximity, every twitch and shudder of pleasure from your cock ignites a fluttering burst of sensation from your pussy, soon making you drip down your inner thighs again as you pump your prick. Your nipples are practically drilling holes in your shirt as you thrust your hips a little against your now rapidly-stroking hand. You're not sure if it's the fact that your new equipment is demon-made or if this is just what happens to guys, but you find yourself thinking of some of the lewdest, wickedest, most depraved scenarios you've ever had, stuff that would never have crossed your mind before. Whichever it is, your eyes roll slightly and your tongue lolls out some as you have your first self-induced cock orgasm, your prick shuddering in your hand and spewing shockingly thick, voluminous splatters of cum all over the bowl and the back of the toilet as your pussy gushes and soaks your thighs like you were some hentai schoolgirl.\n\nYou've barely begun panting to catch your breath when there's a knock at the door, the shock almost making you jump out of your skin... and making you yelp as you wind up squeezing your cock a bit too firmly. "Cyan? Was that you?" Kev's voice asks, muffled through the door. "We were looking for you, you okay?"\n\n"Uh, y-yeah," you answer, trying not to sound too out of breath or like you just came about a pint. "Yeah, just... the pizza disagreed with me, or something, I'm not feeling too good, I think I'm gonna be awhile."\n\n"Geez, that sucks. Okay, I'll leave some bottles of water here outside the door, come on back to the main room when you're feeling better."\n\nYou let out a huff of relief as he moves off, and wait a few minutes to unlock the door and peek out carefully. Nothing but a few chilled water bottles on the floor outside. You take them and relock the door, then gulp most of one down at once. Geez, your very first time jerking off, and figures someone almost interrupts you. \n\nYou spend the rest of the night in the bathroom hiding out... and, admittedly, playing with your new 'toy'. You jerk off 'normally' a few times before giving in and taking off your shirt again, finding a place to sit on the floor where you can lean back against the wall, using one hand to slip under your balls to play with your pussy while you use your other hand to pump your thick shaft. After about the third simultaneous cockgasm and pussygasm you have from that, your tits and even your face completely spattered with your own jizz, you think you might just be over the majority of your anger towards the demon for her little spin on your request. Eventually a check of your watch (which... you'll need to rinse off) shows that it's getting towards morning, so you give yourself another sink bath, finally feeling used to the sensations enough that it doesn't set off another round of frantic masturbation. Your clothes seem to be dry as well, so you pull on the panties, the black thong stretching out almost obscenely over your cock and balls. You stare down at it, then shrug and pull on your jeans. While the bulge isn't quite so insanely obvious with those on, it's still there... there's no real way to hide it, so you steel yourself and head back out to meet up with Kev and Jack.\n\nBut apparently the demon was telling the truth again... despite both of them looking you over, neither of them mentions the fact that you rather obviously have a cock now, nor do they ask where Leslie is. Instead the two just ask if you're feeling better, and accept your help in packing things up and heading out. The owner is outside waiting... is it your imagination, or does he smirk a little as he heads past you and inside? Meh. Either way you decide to head home, bidding the boys adieu and setting off on your own. You get home around eight-thirty, and your parents are sitting in the living room relaxing. "Oh, hello honey," your mother greets as she glances up from her tablet. No stares or exclamations at your bulge, so all good there too. "How was the haunted house?"\n\n"It was... interesting," you allow, coughing a little.\n\n"See any ghosts?" your father asks drolly from behind the newspaper.\n\n"Not ghosts, no," you answer honestly enough.\n\n"Ah well, maybe next time."\n\n"Anything you want for breakfast, hon?" your mother asks.\n\nAt that, you realize that you haven't actually tested your new supposed abilities to ask for just about anything. If what Les-, er, the demon said is true, the sky's pretty much the limit, and who better to test that with than your own parents, whose limits you know pretty well?\n\n<hr>\n[[Test your influence normally.|GGHH18x3]]\n\n[[Test your influence lewdly.|GGHH19x1]]

"Ah, no. At least, not quite the way you probably mean it," Doctor Bun says as he approaches the large cylinder-shaped object in the center. The lower half is angled and shaped to be more like a fully reclined chair with a black pad, although it's closer to being flat, with a top that's mostly clear, although there are several little armature attachments on it. "I guess it is a bit closer to a 'stasis pod' though even that's not entirely accurate either."\n\n"Soooo... what <i>exactly</i> is it?" you ask, circling around it to get a look from the other angles.\n\n"Basically the closest we're ever likely to get to those concepts," he admits rather bashfully, rubbing the back of his head. "It does use both cold and chemicals to slow the metabolic processes to around one tenth of normal, so you could spend a ten year spaceflight in it and only age about a year."\n\n"Hunh. Wouldn't your muscles shrivel away to nothing during that time?" you say, waggling your arms about limp-wristed in demonstration.\n\nHe grins at that. "Good catch. But no, through a combination of electrostimulation and the chemical cocktail, it will completely avoid muscle atrophy. In theory you could even come out of it healthier and more physically fit than when you went in... in theory. But it's not our job to test that," he adds, nudging his glasses up. "This project is actually complete, in theory, we're here to just do a bunch of tests on its physical systems before it goes to actual human trials."\n\n"Ah, checking the wires and kicking the tires?"\n\n"Yes. Which, considering its complexity and what it's intended for could easily take us all the way through your winter break," he says dryly, giving a small shrug. "Alright, so let's start with the power distribution system. It's self-contained so we'll have to-"\n\nJust then there's a loud, pulsing noise that's not quite a thrum and not quite a howl, but is instantly identifiable as something intensely ominous, making both of your heads whip towards the red lights that have just started flashing along the edges of the ceiling. A second later a feminine, faintly artificial voice says, "<i>Warning. There are multiple failsafe breaches. Airborne biohazards are propagating through the facility. Please make your way to the nearest sealed area as quickly as possible. This is not a drill. This is an active emergency.</i>"\n\nWhile you're still basically standing there in shock, Doctor Bun rushes to the panel beside the door and types for a few moments, looking at the screen. "Shit, it really is multiple breaches around us." He turns towards a box next to the door and yanks it open to reveal... a single rebreather mask. "Fuck!"\n\n"Oh god," you whisper, your eyes going wide.\n\nDoctor Bun whips around and stares at you for a moment, mind obviously racing behind those pink eyes, before he runs over to you and grabs hold of your overshirt and yanks it off. "Undress, now."\n\n"Um?!" you yelp as he grabs the front of your pants and starts undoing the buttons. "I mean I don't want to die a virgin, but can't we at least kiss first?!"\n\nHe blinks, staring at you in incomprehension, before his brain apparently decides to discard that. "You need to get in the pod, it has its own fully self-contained oxygen supply," he says, yanking both your pants and panties down so abruptly and yet with such a complete lack of sexual intent that your body and brain really can't make up their minds whether to be turned on or freaked out. He wrestles you out of your boots, with you actually starting to help mostly on reflex as he explains further. "You'll go in the pod, I'll take the mask. We can't do it the other way because I need to work the pod and I know the layout of the facility better."\n\n"O-okay, okay!" you agree, nevertheless blushing as you pull your shirt off, breasts dropping with a small jiggle as they're freed. You clamber up onto the pod, hesitating before lying down, then scrambling in anyway when you realize you were basically pointing your bare ass and pussy at the good doctor. "But are you sure this thing's safe?!"\n\n"We can't be 100%, not without the testing we were going to do, but it's a better chance than staying in here if that biohazard reaches us. Just... try to relax, it'll be okay," he says, obviously doing his best to calm his voice and giving you a shaky smile.\n\nYou swallow hard, but nod and settle onto the black padding, which yields under your weight and almost feels like it's sucking you in, leaving you sinking into it almost halfway. It's a slightly freaky sensation all on its own, and the moreso when the lid lowers down over you. Mostly you do your best not to hyperventilate (or to feel embarrassed about having your tits and pussy out in front of your crush) as it seals closed. You also try not to flail or scream when those armatures lower and press pads against your arms and sides, though you can't help but yelp at the feel of several piercing sensations all along them.\n\n"Alright, I'm beginning the stasis procedure. Hopefully we'll have you out of there in under an hour," you hear Doctor Bun's voice saying, just before everything starts getting swimmy and fuzzy and-\n\nThe lid is swinging up and away, taking the armatures with it, leaving you coughing a bit. Your body feels... weird... not exactly stiff or tired, but sort of tingly and awkward as you sit up, your eyes taking several long moments to adjust as you look around. After a few seconds you realize that part of the reason you're having trouble is that it's so dim in here... the lights are low, and a few of them are out completely or flickering. Confused, you swing over the side and drop to the floor, stumbling forward, and being caught by someone that stumbles a bit with your weight but manages to keep you from going over. You look up, and blink again. "... Doctor Bun?"\n\nHe looks way more rumpled and tired than he did the last time you saw him fifteen seconds ago. His hair is longer and even messier, there's a crack in his glasses, the bags under his eyes are worse, and his cheeks have gotten a little hollow. His clothes look a bit tattered and hang on him, much of his tone having disappeared.\n\n"You know, that's the first time you've called me that out loud," he says in a tired tone, nevertheless giving you a little smile.\n\nDespite your fear and confusion, your cheeks color. "Er... how'd you know I was thinking it?"\n\n"I figured it was something like that, there was just a little twinkle in your eyes. I thought maybe it was 'Bunny', or..." He trails off, then clears his throat and steps back, turning away. "Your clothes are there. Sorry, something happened to your overshirt."\n\n"Oh, uh, thanks." You quickly pull on your clothes... which just so happens to include the same snug Black Widow undershirt/bra you were wearing your first day... before looking at him again. "Um. What happened? And I don't mean to my shirt."\n\n"... Well. A lot," he says, turning back to you and rubbing the back of his head in the same old motion, just a lot slower and slightly pained-looking. "Let's go somewhere to sit down and I'll explain."\n\nHe leads the way through similarly dim and in some cases damaged hallways, several of which have stains you decide not to look too closely at, the once powered doors ajar to various degrees. The destination turns out to be the break room you used to use, albeit now looking pretty run-down and thoroughly used-up. He settles at the small table and you sit down across from him, really trying not to process the obvious before he's had a chance to tell it to you.\n\n"So... as you can imagine, it's been a lot longer than an hour," he says with a long sigh. "And I'll just be up front... the rest of the world outside doesn't look a whole lot better than this place."\n\nYour jaw sags a little. "What did you guys <i>do</i>?!"\n\n"It wasn't <i>us</i>," he says, more despairingly than angrily, before he sighs again. "Or at least, it wasn't just us. It's... I don't understand how it happened, but the failures at this facility were accompanied by failures at every other PASS facility. Which you could chalk up to industrial espionage or something, but it also happened at dozens of other facilities of other companies all across the world. Chemical agents, viral vectors, unresearched recovered specimens, all sorts of things were suddenly released at once in a simultaneous containment failure all over the globe."\n\nHe sits there in silence while you just sort of absorb that before he continues. "Strangely enough it didn't all fall apart at once," he says almost wistfully. "Incidents started almost immediately, but it was as if everyone was in denial. The world just kept trying to push on as normal even as people got sick or..." He trails off again, then smiles a bit sadly. "Your parents were smarter though. I guess I saw everyone doing that and asked if I should let you out... you know, especially once it got close to school starting... but you were safe in there, and they wanted you to stay that way. I think like everyone else they were hoping this was all going to blow over, but wanted you isolated until it did."\n\n"I... are they here?" you ask, glancing around as if your parents might have come in when you weren't looking.\n\n"... I'm sorry, Cyan, I haven't heard from your parents in a long time," he whispers.\n\nYou stare at him for a moment, looking at his long hair, and reaching up to touch your own, realizing it's gotten longer as well. "... How long was I in there?" you finally ask.\n\nHe stares, then shakes his head. "A few years. I'm sorry, I can't tell you exactly because I don't know," he says, voice still quiet. "The computer system has gone offline repeatedly for long periods, and there were issues with corruption and a few EMP events. With everything that's gone on, I'm really not sure what the correct date is anymore. It's possible no one who doesn't have a consistently working atomic clock knows, and I can't exactly call up any of those facilities to check, if any of them still exist."\n\nYou slump in your chair, trying to absorb all of that. Obviously a deep sense of hopelessness tries to overtake you, before you just take a deep breath and push on. "But... things must be looking up, right? You let me out, so... are things looking up?"\n\n"I'm... afraid not," he murmurs. "The outside world is filled with all sorts of dangerous human elements, but also some not-so-human ones, including mutant creatures, some of whom can only be called 'zombies'," he huffs. "I've had to make short forays out into the world a few times, and... well..." Slowly, moving as if in a pain, he shrugs down one side of his lab coat and shows off the bandages wrapped around his right upper arm, blood having seeped through in the vague shape of a bite mark.\n\n"Oh <i>fuck</i>!" you blurt, leaping to your feet and away, putting your back to the wall.\n\n"Yeah, I know, breaking zombie movie survival rules," he says, smiling ruefully as he tugs the coat back up. "But at least I'm not hiding it from you. I've been fairly effectively holding off whatever infection the bite carries, but I'm not sure how much longer I can since I know barely anything about it. I figured I was going to lose my ability to look after you eventually if I did nothing, so maybe this was better than leaving you in there forever."\n\nWell. You can't exactly argue with that, but then you don't know exactly how shitty things are out there either. "I... okay, but what do I do?" you ask a bit plaintively.\n\n"There are other survivors out there, safe zones, apparently," he says slowly. "I hear the Deviville safe zone is run by a pretty ruthless company, though I couldn't give you many more details than that. If you went out there, it would pretty much be up to you to survive... I can give you a few things to help but I can't really come with you, I'm too physically weak now to manage outside."\n\n"... Isn't there anything I can do to help you, though?" you ask, glancing at his arm. You know that's probably breaking more zombie rules... everyone knows people who are bitten are pretty much doomed with zero hope... but this isn't a movie, it's your crush... no, your friend... slumped pale and hurting in front of you.\n\nHe's quiet for a long moment, then sighs. "Well, if you could bring back genetic samples... of both mutants and healthy organisms... for me to study, it would help in synthesizing a cure. Not just for me, but maybe for everyone. I'm not sure how we'd manufacture it or distribute it with things as they are, but it'd be a hope at least. The only other hope for leaving besides that is..."\n\nHe trails off, so finally you prompt him, "Is?"\n\n"There's a pneumatic tube transit system under the building," Doctor Bun says slowly. "I never knew it was there until the system corruption and power outages opened the security doors. It still seems to be functional, and I can only imagine that it goes to some other PASS facility. Maybe one that's functioning better than this. You might be safer there."\n\nYou frown. "Then why haven't you tried it already?"\n\nHe's silent, and after a moment you figure it out and are a little ashamed of yourself. He didn't try it because that would mean leaving you all by yourself stuck in stasis, which is probably also why he hasn't gone to a safe zone or something. But after a moment of the two of you sitting there, he just shrugs.\n\n"Anyway, it comes down to either you leave the building and venture outside, or you can try the transit system. Either way you'd probably have to go by yourself... whoever's on the other end of that tube, there's a much better chance they'll let you in if I'm not with you." He pauses, then sighs and shrugs. "Or you can stay here. It's not like I can force you to leave. There's still rations and clean water, and it's pretty safe here... between the walls and fence and that it's easy to stay away from the windows, there's nothing to attract the zombies or mutants. I guess I eventually might become a threat to you, but I won't <i>force</i> you to leave."\n\nWhile you're thinking that over he says, slowly, "The only other option is that I could refit the stasis chamber. Since I've spent so much time monitoring it and making sure it didn't fail, I'm pretty sure I could ramp up its effectiveness."\n\nYou blink. "By how much?"\n\nHe hesitates, then says, "By a factor of ten. So... even if you were stuck in there for another century waiting for the world to get itself right, you'd only age a year."\n\nThat's... that's a lot to contemplate. That would basically mean giving up on any hope of seeing your friends or family again. Right now at least they could be out there, even theoretically safe. But even if nothing went wrong and the improved chamber worked, and nothing else happened and you were actually found again after the world got back to normal, that would all be gone.\n\nBut it sounds like anything else means you'd have to live the rest of your life in a ruined world... even if you and Doctor Bun somehow managed to save the day, you doubt things will go back to "normal" in your lifetime. For one thing you bet zombies ate a lot of politicians. (So okay this world has one thing to recommend it.)\n\nSo... what to do?\n\n<hr>\n[[Venture out.|GGZA1x2]]\n\n[[Try the transit tube.|GGZA]]\n\n[[Stay in the building.|GGZA]]\n\n[[Go back into stasis.|GGZA]]

Maybe you've seen enough apocalypse movies and derided enough characters for dying due to losing their wits that it's ingrained an anti-reaction in your head, because instead of panic your brain kicks into quick action mode. The zombie has ahold of the now torn and fraying fabric around your thighs now and one or two more good yanks will pull you close enough for it to sink its teeth into your belly, which seems to be its aim. So qith a quick evaluation, you dart a hand down and yank at the crotch of your pants, opening them and then scuttling backwards out of them, the zombie flumping forward on its face briefly at being suddenly deprived of the weight it was pulling on.\n\nLuckily your gun belt... now hanging above a slightly iridescent purple-black gradient thong... wasn't actually attached to your pants, and you yank the pistol free, aiming and firing just as the zombie's head swings back up and it lets out another hiss. The gun makes a soft thudding <i>TOMF!</i> noise and there's an almost visible burst of air around the barrel. At this range you don't really have time to see the bullet, there's just suddenly a neat little hole in the zombie's forehead and its skull opens up completely in back, splattering its gooey green brains all over its own back (obscuring the similar small hole made there as the bullet continues on through). Its half-skeletal head instantly thumps to the ground, the whole body giving one last twitch before ceasing movement completely.\n\nYou pant softly a few times, staring at the thing... specifically the bone showing through in a number of spots, the fact that you can see half-liquefied organs in a few places, and some of its joints barely have meat around them anymore. Besides being intensely gross, you can't help but let out a loud snort. "'Some that are more' what, Bunny? Some that are more <i>dead</i>?" Like that is clearly just a <b>zombie</b>-zombie, bordering on necromancy-type. \n\nYou step forward, hesitating, then giving it a little kick with one of your boots. No reaction. You suppose you should feel bad that it was a zombie of someone you kind-of-sort-of knew, but this thing looks so completely different than the person it used to be that it's hard to muster up much connection. And besides it was trying to eat you. ... And de-pantsed you. Thinking that, you blush and glance down at your bare legs and hips, and the fairly skimpy front of the thong. ... Look you were bored and you had a crush and some fun fantasies and "what if the apocalypse happened" was not exactly a scenario you considered when picking out underwear for that workday. Trying not to feel too self-conscious about bending over and displaying your effectively bare ass to whatever zombies or mutants might be lurking in the darkness, you take hold of your pants with your free hand (keeping the pistol in the other) and give a few yanks trying to free them, grimacing as you hear cloth tearing before they come free.\n\nYou hold them up, then sigh in defeat. Between the zombie's bony fingers clawing at them, you trying to free them, and getting zombie goo all over them they're pretty much completely destroyed. You spend a few moments considering, then just shake your head and drop them over the decayed face. Nothing for it... looks like you're doing this apocalypse survival run Thong Th-Thong-Thong-Thong Style.\n\nOn the plus side it looks like Doctor Bun was right about the gun... not only was it pretty darn effective against a zombie head, but if there are any other creatures in the area the sound of it firing doesn't seem to have attracted them. You glance at the gun and note that there's a digital readout for the ammo... still a very decent amount, like video game level of magazine size, nice. At least feeling a little bit better about your chances of survival, even if it is ass-hanging-out survival, you resume your path down the street.\n\nYou're actually not entirely sure of the path... you usually either got dropped off by one of your parents or took a rideshare to the building, so you just try to retrace the path as well as you can on foot. As you go you spot several more zombies, and also what must be the ones Doctor Bun specifically called "mutants". Those are more, well, 'plague zombie' like, some with bloated and exaggerated figures, others with things like tentacles and wobbling pustules growing from their skin, or extra-long tongues lolling out. The thing you notice about the mutants is they're all, uh... well. The male mutants all have either hefty bulges or massive, bloated-looking cocks and balls hanging out of their pants swaying around (sometimes more than the standard number of either), and the female mutants tend to have huge tits (and sometimes more than two) and swollen, puffy pussies constantly drooling out streams of green slime.\n\nYou even spot one mutant sort of shambling along, its upper body tilted back to counterbalance the weight of the thing jutting out of its pants. You don't even rightly think that can be called a cock anymore... it might have been that once, but now it's writhing and throbbing steadily at what's clearly its own pace, and has several slowly-thrashing tentacles growing off of seemingly random places on the shaft and around the base. The hole in the tip has grown larger and twisted, seeming to move constantly as if... well, as if muttering to itself, and you can't be sure but you think those two little glowing red growths set into the top of the cockhead are <i>eyes</i>.\n\nSo. Yeah. Undead zombies. And mutant zombies. And mutant animals, you think with a little shudder as you see a large orange two-headed, six-tailed cat with balls the size of your fist go teetering drunkenly down the street, its heads hissing and nipping at each other in apparent argument over where to go. So you're gonna bet undead zombie animals too. Apparently when someone said 'What sort of zombie apocalypse should we do?' the answer was 'Yes'. And you're out in it with no pants, fan-fucking-tastic.\n\nYou manage to avoid the mutants and zombies you see mostly by hiding or just carefully taking alternate routes, though that does mean that pretty soon you're in an area of Deviville you don't recognize at all. You think maybe you're semi-close to downtown and the renovated shopping district? Maybe? You're definitely further away from your neighborhood than you wanted to be since you couldn't help but think maybe your parents might be safe there. But as you're thinking that, you come to the end of the street you're on and find you're at a T-junction, and that someone's put up a large piece of plyboard tied and fastened to one of the signal light poles. It has words and arrows painted on it with reflective spraypaint, which in the strange cloudlight makes them sort of eerily glow constantly.\n\n'<i><- Hot zone\n\tSafe zone -</i>>'\n\n"Safe zone" is pretty obvious, that must be the place Doctor Bun mentioned... the one he said is run by some fairly ruthless company. Still, you're betting it's where most of the survivors are, which could include your friends and family. You wonder how much trouble you'd have getting in, though, if the company's so cold-blooded...?\n\nAnd by contrast with the safe zone, "Hot zone" is pretty obvious... it will be where there's even more zombie activity than what you've seen already. Obviously a place you'd want to avoid... ... except that Doctor Bun did say he wanted as many samples as possible, including from the monsters. If you wanted to start collecting those samples for him ASAP, that would be the reason to go to the hot zone. You also have the faint feeling that the hot zone is in the general direction of home, so...\n\n<hr>\n[[Go to the safe zone.|GGZA2x1]]\n\n[[Go to the hot zone.|GGZA1x4]]

"I guess I'm gonna hafta go out there," you say after a moment. "I mean, among other things, I kinda wanna find out..."\n\nYou trail off, and after a moment David just nods. "I understand. I thought you might feel that way, so I've prepared a few things for you. C'mon," he says, standing and heading out again with that slightly tired shuffle.\n\nAs you get up and follow after him, you do begin to notice something... not about him or the now slightly decrepit building, but yourself. Your head had been swimming so much with the confusion of taking everything in that you hadn't really noticed, but now that you've decided on a course of action and actually calmed down a little, there's a distinct... warmth... to your body. Like a sort of constant low-level thrum of what could only be called arousal, keeping your nipples stiffened up a bit (among other things). As much as you might have a crush on Doctor Bun you don't think it's that, and it's definitely not the thought of venturing out into a zombiemutant-infested wasteland (well probably). Like, as a teenager you're pretty used to just suddenly getting turned on for virtually no reason (especially since it's you and you do admittedly already have plenty of kinks), but this is just... steady, constant, it doesn't dip below the level of "low-key horny" even as you contemplate various terrible possibilities.\n\nYou consider mentioning it to Doctor Bun but decide that's a bit too much. Besides, you can easily come up with your own explanation: you went into the stasis chamber all hopped up on adrenaline and mildly scaroused, and slowed metabolism notwithstanding, it's kept you in that as your "natural state" for years. So now your body just thinks that's normal. Greaaat. There's an interesting little side effect you weren't expecting for the zombie apocalypse.\n\nDoctor Bun shows you into a room that looks like it was once a more dedicated version of the workbench and modeling area that was in his office, with a table in the center with a line of stuff laid out on it. He picks up the first thing and turns towards you... it looks a lot like a motorcycle jacket, mostly black but with the padded sections on the shoulders and elbows in pale blue. "This is the best mix of lightweight and armored I could pull out of our systems and records and recreate," he says, passing it over to you and looking mildly relieved as you pull it on, as if you being a bit more protected even in here had eased his mind. "I'd have liked to make more but the jacket was all I had materials and time for when the systems were working."\n\n"It's a whole lot better than going out there in my bra," you reply dryly, then clear your throat and glance aside at the reminder that you have been basically walking around with your underwear on display (even if it's technically more of a shirt).\n\nDavid clears his throat as well, blushing just a bit and brushing a fingertip along his cheek, before turning back to the table. "I formulated a bunch of complete ration bars and clean water in unbreakable containers, and rigged up a system in this that will keep weight from dragging on you," he says, passing you a fairly compact hardcase backpack that you shrug on as well. "I managed to pack a lot of space into it, so you should be able to pick up whatever you think you'll need."\n\nHe hesitates just briefly before picking up something else... a pistol, with a white body. It looks fairly solid, like it's all one piece with no slide, though there's an ejection port on one side of the top. It's sort of rectangular and boxy, though the edges have been curved in so that it's not quite so hard-edged. "Obviously I want you to be careful with this," he says, sounding extra tired as he indicates the safety before handing it over. "Again I dug up everything I could that would make a useful weapon for this situation. It fires small, spiraling projectiles using highly compressed air instead of chemical propellants in casings, so it's a lot quieter and will attract fewer mutants. It can also hold a lot more shots per magazine, but keep in mind that while it's really effective on soft targets... flesh and blood... it won't be any good on armor."\n\n"Got it," you say as you accept it and look it over carefully. Perfect weapon for the zombie apocalypse, you guess, probably a war crime at any other time. You accept the belt with more magazines and a holster as well and buckle it on. "So are they like actual zombies, do I need to shoot them in the head?"\n\n"Mmm." He scratches in his hair, clearly trying to think. "Honestly it's hard to say, by the time I got the gun completed I was too weak to go out and test it much. The ones that are obviously mutants seem to die if you just do enough damage to them in general, but there are some that are more... well. I guess shooting for the head probably wouldn't hurt."\n\nConcerning, but whatever. You notice there's a smaller, round holster on the other side of the belt, and what that's for is revealed as he passes you a silver cylinder with what looks like a test tube already slotted in. "This is for taking blood samples, there's also some pouches here, one for empty tubes and one for filled ones. Blood is good, but basically any genetic material you can take will help, even if it's from the same specimen."\n\nYou nod and take the device and the pouches, slotting them into place on your belt as well. Neither of you says anything about the possibility that you might choose to focus on other things... like finding your parents... over retrieving the samples he needs to synthesize a cure. It feels like any promise you made right now would come out sort of phony, so you just don't say anything. After a moment he nods, then leads you back out into the hallways.\n\nSoon the two of you are standing in the lobby. He gestures for you to hold out your hand, and he presses something that looks a lot like the blood-drawer to the back of it, with you giving a soft 'ow!' at a quick pinching feeling. "The gates and their sensors still have power, I've rigged them to open up just enough to let a person through when they detect someone with a biochip like this. So you can come back any time you're ready."\n\nYou nod, then take a deep breath. "Um, thanks. For, y'know, everything."\n\nThat feeling of awkwardness comes back worse than before, and after a second he just nods and raises a hand in farewell. You do the same, then turn and push open the front door, feeling like it's heavier than last time... because there's no longer a faint motor assist to it like there used to be.\n\nOutside it's dark... you can't tell whether it's the middle of the night or just so thoroughly clouded-over that it looks like it. You definitely can't see any stars or the moon, and you can't see where the sun might be either. Weirdly the darkness... you can faintly make out that it is in fact clouds now that your eyes are adjusting... almost seems to glow, providing enough light to see by, if still rather dimly. Every so often there's a spluttering flash in the clouds, obviously of lightning, though the colors are... strange. As you watch you see one pink one and one that's bright orange. Is that the lightning itself, or some of whatever pollution it is that's part of the cloud cover now? You're not sure which would be worse, honestly.\n\nDown on the ground the situation is just as bizarre. Portions of the grass have died, while others of it have grown long and thick, either by years of not being tended or through sudden growth spurts. In some places you can see weedlike growths, but it's hard to tell if they're actually weeds, maybe kinds you just aren't used to seeing, or if maybe the grass itself has sprouted strange new growths in those spots. A lot of the trees lining the street outside similarly look either dead or slightly strange in their growth and leaves. Either way, it definitely doesn't feel like Doctor Bun was just pulling an elaborate prank before sending you home for the day.\n\nYou take a deep breath and then set off towards the front gate, with no sign of the guard that once occupied it every time you were here. When you've almost gotten close enough to touch it the gate quickly slides open, giving you just enough room to walk through with about an inch of clearance on either side, though you reflexively turn to the side and edge through anyway. Similarly you've barely taken a step away before it snaps back shut. Oof... you can understand why he set it up to do that, but it's a distinctly final feeling that way. You take a glance around again... no sight of anything moving. Deciding to pick the same path you usually take home as much for familiarity as anything, you set off down the sidewalk.\n\nYou're passing some bushes when you trip over something... or at least that's what you thought as you twist and manage to come down on your side instead of your face. Instead you see that a ghastly green hand has grabbed your pants legs, squishy-looking green and purple flesh moving like old jello over sticks as it clenches tight and yanks, making you yelp as you're hauled towards it. The other, matching hand shoots out of the bushes, starting to rapidly claw at your pants, either trying to get them off of you or to yank you closer to it, maybe both. In the process it winds up hauling itself partly out from under the bushes, jaw sagging open in an almost silent hiss, milky white orbs rolling around in lidless sockets beneath the tilted brim of a battered, grimy blue and black hat.\n\nWell, that explains where the security guard went.\n\n<hr>\n[[PANIK!!!!|GGZA]]\n\n[[Keep your cool.|GGZA1x3]]

The sheer perverse horror of the thing and that it's actually got ahold of you threatens to overwhelm you completely, but still manages to set off at least one proper survival instinct. "Help!" you scream loudly. "Somebody, anybody, help!"\n\nThe creature actually seems to be briefly given pause by your call, the tentacles ceasing their constant writhing for the briefest of moments. Then it starts raising you up even further, stretching out one of the other tentacles from the ring of them around the base of its cock, forcing it to lengthen and reaching towards your free limb.\n\nBut before it can grab on there's a motion in the air, and you suddenly feel the grip on one of your thighs drop away along with a pair of gurgling, keening wails of different pitches that come from both the creature's human head and its cockhead, the tentacle that had been holding your leg flailing about truncated and spraying green blood. Your head whips to follow the motion in time to see a large German Shepherd landing on the ground, its slightly greened teeth bared in a snarl as it immediately whips about and launches itself into another leap, this time tearing through the tentacle holding your arm.\n\nThe remaining tentacle apparently doesn't have the strength to hold you up on its own and you drop to the ground with a yelp, stunned. But only for a half-second, before recovering from the impact seems to help your brain finally reboot. You whip your gun up and fire repeatedly, bullets tearing into the bloated, naked torso and the writhing pillar of mutant cockflesh both, the chest spouting mixes of green and red, the monstrous cock spurting out faintly glowing pink-purple ooze. The creature shrieks and howls a bit more until one of your shots goes right through the cockhead and catches the human body in the throat, and it finally drops with a heavy, fleshy thud to the ground.\n\nThe dog remains crouched in place, snarling at the corpse for a few moments, before it gives a few sniffs and then straightens up. It pads over to you, making a faintly concerned-sounding whine, and without hesitation you throw your arms gratefully around its neck and rub its back and sides. "Good boy, good boy," you whisper, crying just a bit as he laps at your cheek. "Actually probably the best fuckin' boy ever."\n\nAfter a few seconds you calm down enough to lean back. Noticing he has a collar with tags, you lift them and nudge the standard proof of shots aside, spotting the one with his name on it. "'Cam'. Thanks a lot, Cam, you really saved my butt."\n\nCam barks cheerfully, if rather quietly, at that and wags his tail. Clearly he's learned to keep it down to avoid attracting zombies too.\n\nSpeaking of which, you definitely can't stay here. You eye the massive corpse and, after a moment (and making sure to toss away the tentacles still half-clinging to you), you get up and fish out three of the test tubes. It's easy enough (if gross) to collect samples of both red and green blood (not that there isn't a little of both in either) and the weird pink stuff. You tuck those into the previously empty pouch, then glance at Cam, who's just standing there wagging his tail, waiting.\n\n"So, ah... wanna come with me and collect samples, boy?"\n\n"Hruff," he answers, in what you can only take as an affirmative.\n\nYou decide not to head directly deeper into the hot zone, at least as you figure it, and instead sort of move off to the side, hopefully skirting the edge. You don't want to find out that there's anything worse than that thing in there, especially if it takes you by surprise like it did. Instead you look for zombies and creatures that look to have wandered off from little clumps and groups, and essentially ambush them, like you were thinking you should have done earlier. Cam's actually a big help... any time you miss or sometimes if you just don't have a good shot, he fearlessly charges in, apparently unafraid to grab zombies by the limbs and yank them about, or even grab them by the throats and pin them; you knew German Shepherds were used as police dogs because they're smart and strong, but he seems pretty amazing in general. And admittedly it feels good to not be alone anymore out here, especially since he's so friendly and sweet when he's not growling viciously and tearing huge chunks out of monsters.\n\nAs you go along you learn that there's basically four distinct types of samples you can get. The Actual Zombies basically have all their blood and most of their inner organs just turned into a green slurry, so there's that. The Mutant Zombies are different... the less mutated parts of them still bleed red like people, the more mutated parts bleed green, and then there's the... protrusions. The male mutants have either overgrown dicks or ones that have grown into apparent creature-like parasites of some kind, and those ooze that glowing pink-purple stuff. For the female mutants the same thing seems to come from their bloated boobs... embarrassingly, as you try on one whose head you blasted off, you actually can "milk" it out when there's no wound. (You also, making faces, take a sample of one of them's ectoplasm-like pussy secretions.)\n\n"Figures, in video games the first thing a zombie virus does is smooth out the crotch area completely," you confide to Cam with a grimace as you collect more glowy goo from the flaccid, dead cock-creature in front of you, your shots and Cam's jaws having largely shredded the former human it was attached to. "Instead we get this."\n\n"Hruff," Cam hruffs in apparent agreement, giving his head a rapid shake and making his tags jingle.\n\n"Mmf. I'm tired, though," you add as you get up and hurry away from the street, settling into a nook in between some trees. (No tree-dwelling zombies so far, though you glance upward at the thought just to be sure.) "We should find a place to hole up for the night."\n\n"Hruff."\n\nWith that thought in mind, you start trending towards the nearest residential area, keeping an eye out both for zombies and for a good place to camp. You've noticed that the zombies can be strong enough to break down barriers if given reason to, but are pretty simplistic and don't go doing it deliberately unless given a reason; for them out of sight/sound is out of what passes for their mind.\n\nSo eventually you spot exactly what you're looking for: a house whose backyard is enclosed completely by a tall, solid privacy fence. No lights on in it or any of the other houses, of course, but also no signs of movement. You're hesitant to go through the house itself, just in case its inhabitants are still home (but no longer <i>at home</i>, so to speak), so instead head through the neighbors' unlocked gate. No zombies in the backyard, but some good fortune... there's a plastic playset that, once you drag it over to the fence, you're able to carefully clamber up onto the roof and look over the fence.\n\nOh that's perfect! There's not only a shed that might have something useful in it, but there's what looks like an enclosed dog run with its own fence and an angled metal roof covering the area and its doghouse, probably for a dog bigger than Cam, to judge by the size of both the house and the run and some of the toys left around. No sign of said dog, though. After a moment you heft yourself up and swing over the fence, grabbing the top and lowering yourself down as far as you can before letting go, dropping and stumbling a bit. There, now you can go unlock the gate and let-\n\nThere's a thump and then a clatter and Cam soars up and over the top of the fence, apparently having used the playset as a springboard himself. He makes the ten foot drop without any trouble, landing in a crouch and then turning to face you, trotting over and looking up at you expectantly.\n\n"Wow, yeah, you're really something," you assure him in a properly awed tone, leaning down to rub and scruffle his head and ears with both hands.\n\n"Hruff," he agrees in a pleased tone.\n\nYou consider the shed briefly before discarding it... no, it might be more secure to be completely out of sight, but it will also be hot and completely dark in there, and who knows how cluttered. The dog run is the much better option... between Cam and the chain link fence, you'll have plenty of warning if a zombie should try to get in, and that's even assuming they detected you past the privacy fence, which is obviously designed to obscure both sight and sound.\n\nYou trot over, swinging up the simple U-latch that controls the door, Cam padding in ahead of you and sniffing about a bit, before giving a "hruff" that you choose to interpret as "All clear". You have to duck a bit to come in, but the grass beneath the metal roof is soothingly normal and alive, and close the gate behind you. You glance around for more mundane potential sitting hazards before settling onto it, soft growth tickling your bare thighs and calves as you shrug out of your pack and jacket. Soon you've set up a small camp stove complete with little collapsible pot, having filled it from a water bottle and added one of the 'Beef cubes' that suggested it as one of the potential ways to serve it, where it's slowly dissolving and turning into something that could be called soup. You and Cam sit on either side of the stove watching it, his tail wagging... admittedly yours might be too, if you had one, since you finally feel something approaching safe and comfy for the first time since this whole mess started, even if it is sitting inside a stranger's abandoned dog pen.\n\nYou look over at your new companion, whose ears perk in a friendly way as he returns your gaze. After a moment you give an "ah", unholstering the blood drawer, Cam's head tilting. "C'mere, boy," you say, beckoning him over. He gets up and pads to your side, and you gently wrap an arm around his neck. "Sorry, this'll probably pinch of something," you say as you press it to his shoulder. He does indeed give a small yelp, his tail dipping down briefly and ears lowering, but doesn't struggle or nip at you, just waiting until the vial's filled and you've taken it away, once more ruffling his head and adding a kiss to the nose, which seems to placate him. "Good boy," you assure him, which sets his tail to wagging again as you tuck the test tube into the pouch with the others and, after only a brief hesitation, undo the belt and set it nearby.\n\n<hr>\n[["Thanks, buddy."|GGZA]]\n\n[["So, ah, want a reward?"|GGZA]]\n\n[["... should I get the other sample...?"|GGZA]]\n\n[["Well, obvious what we need to do now."|GGZA]]

"Yeah, no way this counts as camping," you agree, hefting up some of the bags. "Let's get some nature around us!"\n\nBetween the two of you, you manage to carry pretty much everything in a single go, wanting to minimize your chances of getting caught carrying your things into an area that would actually qualify as camping in the woods. Eventually, when the road has been well out of sight for awhile, the two of you almost stumble into a nice big clearing.\n\n"Hm, this looks like some sort of old tribal site," Aunt Kelly comments as she sets down some of her things and walks around. The area is mostly packed dirt instead of grass, but it looks like it's more due to simply being mostly hard clay ground than deliberately maintained that way. Aunt Kelly scuffs a foot over an area, then nods. "See, there's some sort of flat stones with carvings on them set into the ground."\n\n"Huh, really?" You walk over to peer down at the stone tablet set in the ground. It's actually quite large, and you notice a series of stones leading away from it almost like a path towards the center of the clearing. Now that you're looking for them, you can spot the other stones around the edge of the clearing and the 'paths' that lead towards the center.\n\n"From the style of the carvings, I'd say these are probably Deviloka work," Aunt Kelly comments after crouching to examine the stone more closely.\n\n"What, the same tribe we're descended from? I thought they only really lived in the area around where Deviville is now."\n\n"They did, but a lot of them travelled all over. Sometimes it seems like they only did it to leave little mysteries like this one, Deviloka mystery sites are dotted all over continental North America. From what I know of other sites like this one, the stones will be almost perfectly level. Great for setting a tent up on."\n\nYou wrinkle your nose. "Isn't that disrespectful, or something?"\n\n"Heh, no dear, not in this case. Like I said, I'm familiar with sites like this one, our Deviloka ancestors almost certainly put up their own tents on the stones. It's just a matter of deciding which one you think is the most interesting."\n\nYou make a thoughtful noise at that, walking around the ring and scuffing away dirt and fallen leaves to look at the images. You're rather amused at some of them's resemblance to things you're pretty sure that a pre-colonial era tribe of Native Americans weren't familiar with, but to you don't look like anything else, while of course others are easily recognizable as standard animals revered by more than a few tribes.\n\n<hr>\n[[Wolf stone.|Campingplaceholder]]\n\n[[Dinosaur stone.|CampRaptStart]]\n\n[[Clown stone.|Campingplaceholder]]\n\n[[Thunderbird stone.|DreamStart]]\n\n[[Octopus stone.|Campingplaceholder]]

Oh well gosh, that might be interesting. For entirely innocent reasons. Just, y'know, a fun little alteration to the game and all. That is definitely why you're choosing that one, yup.\n\n'[[Full conversion|Equirim]] - All races will be translated into different varieties and styles of horse people.\n\n[[One race conversion|Equirim]] - You can instead replace just one of the default race choices with horse people.\n\n[[Add Equimer|Equirim]] - This choice will add an additional race, the Equimer, and scatter new characters around Skyrim (as well as convert a few).\n\n[[Play an Equimer|Equirim1x1]] - This choice will allow you to play the lone Equimer in Skyrim.'

"I..." Your head swims at all this, your mind urging you to think of all of it as a prank, a joke, some weird kidnapping attempt, to call up your parents and have them chase off this crazy woman. But something about her has you convinced, and you find yourself swallowing hard before getting up and heading to your closet to haul out a duffel bag. "... What should I take?"\n\n"Couple of sets of warm clothes, anything you absolutely need like meds, whatever hygiene stuff you can grab. We'll stop and do some shopping on the way to fill out whatever you don't have but we've really gotta go." Grey stands and moves to the window. "And nothing that's got something that you can ping location with. Cellphone, laptop, tablets, all that shit has to stay behind."\n\nYou pause in shoving hoodies into the duffel with shaking hands, turning a bit to stare at her. "Wait, what? I thought you said these were werewolves, wha-" For some reason you feel immensely stupid as she pulls a smartphone of her own out of her pocket and waggles it.\n\n"Technology works just fine for us, some of us are actually really good at it. Actually, good thing I remembered." Your eyes widen as she casually snaps the device, high-impact screen protector and all, cleanly in half and dumps it in your deskside garbage can. Then she swings a leg out over the windowsill. "Finish grabbing what you need and let's go. Oh, and no note."\n\n"What?" You stare, then blink. "You mean, I can't tell my parents? ... <i>Shit</i>, my parents-!"\n\n"They'll be fine. <i>If</i> you don't leave a note," Grey replies, pointing at you, voice firm. "We do have something like a code, and part of it is that if someone makes a clean break with your old life, it has to be respected. You just walk away from everything and, werewolf or no, they can only come after you. You show you still have connections, they can go after those. So no note." She starts to duck under the window. "I'll be on the ground below, I'll catch you when you come out," she adds before dropping out of sight.\n\nStill feeling a bit in shock, you hurry down to the bathroom to grab a few things, returning and shoving them in the duffel. You heft it onto your shoulder, then pause, unable to help glancing at the pad of sticky-memos on your desk. Can you seriously just... disappear without your parents ever knowing why? Knowing that you might never be coming back, leaving them to wonder over it their entire lives? They might think you don't love them and ran away because you hated them! Besides, how would these werewolves even know that you'd left a note or hadn't?!\n\n<hr>\n[[Leave a note.|GGWW]]\n\n[[Just leave.|GGWW1x3]]

... No. You can't risk it. From what Grey said, these... people... are thorough. If they ever discovered you'd left a note, then you wouldn't be the only one in danger anymore. Leaving like this actually may be the only way you can protect them.\n\n"... I'm sorry," you whisper to the door of your room, feeling tears in your eyes and pain in your throat. "I love you." Then you duck down to slip over the sill of the window.\n\nYou glance down to spot Grey below, and taking a deep breath you hop forward, dropping through the air. The tall woman catches you as if you weighed less than the duffel you're carrying, setting you on your feet and grabbing your hand before hurrying towards a large, black four-door pickup parked a few houses down, its driver's-side window rolled down. Though when you clamber in, you notice that there are a few scattered little cube-ish shapes of glass in the floorboard and seat. Okay, not rolled-down. Grey starts the car, pulling it out and taking off right at the neighborhood's speed limit.\n\n"Where are we going?" you murmur, your head down.\n\n"Right now, we'll go pick up Leslie. I'll tell you more once we've been on the road for awhile." She glances over at you, then looks back ahead, jaw working a little. "I'm fucking sorry, kid. I wish it didn't have to be this way. I'll make it up to you if I ever can."\n\nYou just shake your head. Part of you appreciates the sentiment... the other part of you is angrily internally snarling that there's no way she could ever make up for dragging you into all this. But you don't want to say that so you just keep silent.\n\nSoon she pulls the truck up a bit down the street from Leslie's house, the two of you getting out and making your way casually over, until Grey beckons for you to hunker down and scuttle over to below Leslie's bedroom window. She glances inside, then says, "Okay, she's in there." She glances at the position of the moon in the early night sky and frowns. "We don't have a lot of time. You have to get in there, get her to come out, and we have to get out of town sooner rather than later." She gives the window a slight push, and you can hear the locks pop off before she slides it open, then hefts you through.\n\n"Cyan?!" Leslie blurts as you come tumbling onto her bed. She's standing there wearing just a tanktop and a pair of panties, goggling at you. "What the hell are you-?!"\n\n"Leslie, keep your voice down," you hiss, then wince a little at the look of shock on her face. You get up and walk over to her. "Look, I don't really have time to explain everything, but someone's after us and is trying to hurt us." You feel your heart break a little as her face pales and fright glitters in her eyes, so you reach up to put your hands on her upper arms. "The only way we can be safe, and keep our families safe, is to leave, right now, without telling anyone. You've gotta throw some warm clothes in a bag, and we've gotta go."\n\n"I... what? I..." You watch what must be the same look of confusion and numb shock pass over Leslie's face as passed over yours earlier. "I... we put away all my warm clothes in storage, I don't... Cyan, what...?!"\n\n"Forget the clothes, we need to go <i>right now</i>!" \n\n"Who the fuck is that?!" Leslie almost shrieks, barely keeping her voice down.\n\n<hr>\n[[Try to explain.|GGWW]]\n\n[[Kiss her.|GGWW1x4]]

"I... think we're kind of together?" you answer, frowning a little. "We've been friends for a long time and I know we're kinda being cautious now, but... yeah I think she's my girlfriend."\n\n"Well. That's nice." Her wolfish grin turns into more of a smile, something almost nostalgic in her eyes. "I've had a lot of girlfriends over the years. I don't mean just flings, a lot of women that I sincerely gave my heart to. Most of them are gone now... I miss pretty much all of them." She sits there gazing off into the distance while you maintain a rather awkward silence, before she gives her shaggy head a shake. "Anyway, that's part of why I came."\n\n"Huh?"\n\n"Last night I wasn't the only werewolf in those woods," she continues, frowning now. "You were actually starting to attract some attention. If I hadn't been right nearby, some of them might have tried to jump the two of you."\n\nYou swallow, feeling another shiver of fear going down your spine. If true, you suddenly have a whole new view on the previous night's fun. "Wait, seriously? Are you saying you like... beat them back, or...?"\n\n"No. Just me being right there was enough." She flashes that grin again. "See, I'm bigger and meaner than they are." Then the grin fades again. "But that's kind of a problem too. See, me being the biggest, baddest dog on the block naturally tends to piss off some of the other wolves, especially the ones that have a lot of 'alpha male' ideas. So even though I didn't necessarily start out intending to protect you, since my presence stopped them from getting to you..."\n\n"W-wait, you're saying..." You glance nervously at the open window, then back to Grey. "You're saying that they'd try to hurt or kill me and Leslie to get back at you?"\n\n"Since they think I like you. And I'll be honest, so far I do kind of like you." Her head bobs once, then she shrugs. "Sorry kid, looks like I dragged you two into a mess."\n\n"I... so what do we do?" you say a little helplessly.\n\n"Pack a bag. We'll head out of town to a safe spot for a little while, do some planning, try to come up with a way to get them off your backs."\n\n"You want me to <i>leave town</i>?!" you squeak. "For how long?!"\n\n"As long as it takes." Grey hesitates, then tilts her head, admitting, "Look, depending on how things go, you might not ever be able to come back. But it's this or you take your chances with a pack of pissed-off werewolves who are looking forward to doing very bad things to you. I'm sorry, kid, but you've gotta make a choice."\n\n<hr>\n[[Stay.|GGWW]]\n\n[[Go.|GGWW1x2]]

You dart forward, hands moving up to the back of Leslie's head and drawing her into the kiss. She makes a surprised noise, but her hands almost reflexively come up to rest on your chest, the shorter girl leaning up into you. You break the kiss almost immediately, looking in her eyes.\n\n"I love you," you whisper, watching her eyes widen. "You're my best friend and I've loved you for awhile now and I'm sorry I didn't tell you sooner. And right now I need you to trust me and come with me without asking any more questions, because I love you too much to let anything bad happen to you."\n\n"I..." Leslie stares at you, her lip wobbling a little, tears gathering in her eyes. Then she gives a small, quick nod. "Okay. Okay, Cyan. ... I love you too."\n\nSmiling a little wanly at her, you reach up for one of her hands, then pull her with you as you clamber over her bed and out the window. Leslie follows after you, staring at Grey as the two of you come out, and obviously trying not to get embarrassed at leaving her house half-naked and being seen so by a stranger. You and Leslie pile into the back seat this time while Grey slams into the driver's seat, and takes off at rather more speed than when she left your house. "What's wrong, what happened?"\n\n"I spotted one of their scouts, looks like they were getting ready to move on her place soon," Grey answers grimly, yellow eyes flicking to the rearview mirror, then back to the road. "We'll get out of town fast, switch cars soon." \n\n"Cyan, <i>please</i>," Leslie begs, looking at you with almost despairing eyes. "What the hell is going on?! Who is she?!"\n\n"... Leslie, this is Grey," you say with a sigh. "And it's... a really weird story."\n\nLeslie sits there, still looking numb throughout practically all of the explanation by you and Grey. She's almost disturbingly silent as you finish, and then continue on through the night, but you decide to give her time to absorb it all and get her head right. Around ten, Grey pulls the truck off the road and cruises slowly through one of the small towns off the highway, until she finally spots what she was apparently looking for... a daycare center with a pair of vans outside. Killing the lights, she coasts into the parking lot, then murmurs, "Okay, stay right here. I'm gonna break in and find the keys real quick." Then she ducks and almost immediately disappears into the night.\n\n"... You okay?" you murmur, seeing if she'll respond now that you have a few moments of privacy.\n\nLeslie turns to look at you, then whispers back, "Cyan, let's get out of here."\n\nYou blink at that. "What?"\n\n"I want to go, I want to get away from here, right now." She puts a hand on your arm, lower lip trembling. "I don't know if I believe any of this, but if we are in danger it's her fault, she said it herself. Even if we have to run, let's run on our own."\n\n<hr>\n[[Agree.|GGWW]]\n\n[[Trust Grey.|GGWW]]

"Hey, c'mon, lemme see!" You reach over and grab for the towel, making her yelp and jerk away slightly.\n\n"Hey, Cyan, wai-!" she calls, but since you assume she's just being a little shy, you dive forward to make another grab, this time successfully getting a fistful of cotton.\n\n"Aha!" you call as you yank the towel away. "It's not like it's a big deal, we're both gir-"\n\nThe words sort of die on your tongue as you yank the towel away. Because as Tsubasa whirls to grab for it, you process several things. The first is that the tattoo does indeed cover a fair bit of her back, and is a rather beautiful and elaborate pair of angel wings. The second is that her boobs really are quite a bit bigger than yours, and that her nipples are pierced as well as her bellybutton, a pair of red sphere capped barbells piercing the stiff nubs. The third is the limp but still appreciably long and thick cock shaking with her motions, and the smooth balls that wobble from her motions right up until she claps the towel back over her lap.\n\n"... Uh..." you say, staring at the bunched towel, then slowly look up at her face, which is beet red from her collarbone to her hairline. "Okay, so... sorry?" you offer, still reeling a little. "I mean... it's cool, obviously the hormones are working really well, and like, I'd heard that they did really good breast implants in Japan but those are really..." You trail off, slowly sinking back to sit on the side of the bed again.\n\nTsubasa sighs heavily, similarly sitting down on her own bed facing you, keeping the towel bunched in her lap. "I appreciate the thought, seriously, but they're real. It's all... real. I was born this way."\n\n"Oh. Um." You look her up and down. Admittedly her boobs do look kind of... perfect, but otherwise there's absolutely zero scarring that you can see. And from what you remember just from that glimpse, there wasn't exactly... shrinkage. "Oh. I mean... huh."\n\nTsubasa rubs her face a bit, then reaches over to snag her shirt and pull it back on, tugging it into place, though without anything under it her nipples and their piercings leave an obvious outline in the fabric. "My mother... I mean, my father... is like this too. So is my grandmother. Though I was apparently a little different anyway, but it's... a long story."\n\nThat takes a few moments to process, but when it does your eyes widen. "Wait, so you're saying that my... our... mom's childhood friend that she had the later fling with was...?"\n\n"A 'futanari', yeah." Tsubasa shrugs. "I mean... I figured with all the time we'd have over the next two months I'd find a time to tell you, preferably sooner rather than later, just wasn't quite expecting the first night." She laughs a little. "Naive maybe? But yeah, I mean... I think of myself as a girl, I just happen to be a girl with all the girl parts and some extra. Are you... are you freaked out?"\n\n<hr>\n[["I'll be fine."|GGParent]]\n\n[["... Can I see it?"|GGParent]]

Let's check out the content before diving right into a new barrel full of weirdos, okay? You do have to sort and organize your barrels full of weirdos already.\n\nOkay, let's see, from the top page there's different listings...\n\n'[[Urban Legends|GGUL1x2]] - Deviville's mysterious and strange! (Supposedly) haunted buildings, (rumored) places of terrible events, and (relatively) strange points of interest!\n\n[[Cryptids|GGUL3x1]] - Sightings of common cryptids, but also Deviville's own unique cryptid legends!\n\n[[Miscellaney|GGUL]] - All the other weird and strange things to be found in Deviville!'

Hm, catchy name! You click on the link, pleasantly ready to start your wikicrawl.\n\nAnd it turns out to be a pretty decent start, not quite as deep and involved as certain other creepypasta wikis you could name, but the fact that it's connected to your town and places you're at least vaguely familiar with makes it pretty cool all the time.\n\nSpecifically this is related to the Churchclock, admittedly a minor point of somewhat morbid interest in Deviville's history. Back in the like... 1950's? something like that... one of the local churches decided to install a clock tower supposedly as a service to the community. Apparently, for whatever reason, this was mildly controversial with some of the other churches in town, seen as some sort of vanity. (Deviville may have been having some kind of Revival period then or something.) Anyway, after the clock tower was completed, the church soon caught fire and burned to the ground, leaving <i>only</i> the clock tower standing, the sole thing remaining of it the cross atop the clock. (The wiki being what it is, the rumors of divine intervention are stressed over the more historically accepted likelihood of arson.)\n\nAnyway, you'd heard the Churchclock story back in one school history class a long time ago, though the version on the wiki adds some interesting (and quite possibly creative) details. Supposedly the black cross on the top of the Churchclock wasn't originally black (as in made of iron) but bronze or copper, just that after the fire absolutely nothing they did would wash the soot off. That and things like the bells sounding weird and distorted sometimes are supposedly signs that the church really was either smote by God for its vanity or struck down by Satan for daring to try and make telling time holy, depending on which side of the matter you fall on.\n\nIt goes on to say that for many years people refused to bring certain items near the Churchclock, especially mirrors, and most especially late at night, out of rumors of having heard terrible things or seeing terrible things. But apparently the one thing absolutely no one would bring near it was indeed a mirror, because they said that at midnight the mirror would show a reflection of Hell.\n\nAnd apparently for decades the Churchclock was left alone on its plot of land, surrounded by a fence to show where it was 'safe'... until some mayor back in the nineties decided to start a "beautification" kick, imminent domained the Churchclock property, and turned it into a small park. Apparently the park never really got further than them putting in a public restroom and some benches, because either the mayor didn't get the poll tick they were hoping for from the beautification project, or someone realized that all the locals were avoiding 'Churchclock Park' like the plague and just gave it up. But apparently included in the public bathroom was a nice, big mirror.\n\nSupposedly each night at midnight, when the Churchclock begins to toll, the mirror will show a twisted, evil reflection of the bathroom interior, complete with monsters (or demons or whatever) roaming around in it. Also supposedly you're safe for the first six strikes of the bell... but if you remain past the sixth toll, you're considered to have stepped one foot in Hell, and the demons (or monsters or whatever) will be able to torment you until sunrise.\n\nSo... huh... interesting little story! You wonder how much of it is based on actual rumors and historical superstition and how much is someone putting their creative writing classes to use. Either way you admit you kiiiinda wanna check it out. It would be easy enough to concoct a story for your parents about going over to sleep at your friend Leslie's house, she'd back you up. You could go check out this bathroom... ... heheheheh, and maybe do a little spray art while you're at it! Since the place is apparently hardcore abandoned all the time and especially at night, no one around to come and catch you in the act! \n\n... Orrrrr... you could go check out the Churchclock itself? See if you could try to get inside and spend the night in there, maybe with one of the "forbidden items" listed on the page! That could be a trip too!\n\n<hr>\n[[Go to the bathroom at midnight.|GGUL1x4]]\n\n[[Spend the night in the Churchclock.|GGUL]]

Okay, let's check out the urban legends, should be some interesting stuff there. Heck, maybe you can even do a little investigating yourself! Or at least go see these places!\n\n'The following articles are contributed by our community members. Official works are cited where possible but Strange Deviville as a whole takes no responsibility for the content of these pages nor any associated actions taken based on them.\n\n[[Mirror of Hell|GGUL1x3]]\n\n[[Miss Rider|GGUL2x1]]'

Eh, she'd probably get bored of standing around watching you spraypaint tile real fast and want to leave before it was even midnight. You'll make it up to her by figuring out something she likes to do tomorrow.\n\nYou message her and, as expected, she's perfectly willing to alibi you (possibly not the first time this has been requested). After that it's mostly a matter of messaging your mother to semi-request permission, though having known Leslie so long you going over to her place is largely routine so it's hardly unexpected when she says yes.\n\nYou hop up and, not bothering to put on any pants since you're not leaving the house and your parents won't be home for hours, pad downstairs in T-shirt and thong to the garage. As expected of an artsy household, there's plenty of different colors of spraypaint, and (whilst enjoying both the naughty thrill of preparing to do something illegal, and also the mildly naughty thrill of being in the garage half naked) you snag up a durable blag bag and tuck a good handful of cans into the bag. Then you... ... hm, okay, better put on both pants and shoes for this one. The garage is one thing, going outside is pushing it. You head back upstairs and return, thusly attired, to hide the bag around the corner of the house. It's not a super duper hiding job, but then who will be looking for it? Plus, it's not going to be there that long.\n\nYou'd really like to just set off now, but then you'd be stuck figuring out what to do for like... twelve hours. So you instead head upstairs and kill a little more time, and cut out a few stencils to use, folding those up carefully and setting them aside so you can just casually carry them out if need be. Eventually you get messages from your parents saying they decided to go out to eat since you're out, which suits you fine since you'll be able to leave a little later. You get cleaned up and get dressed again in a somewhat older and worn-out (and therefore rather thin and tight) black T-shirt and some slightly baggy black jeans that have always fit in a slightly too baggy way and went off-black after being washed just a couple of times, so you're not too attached to them... in fact they already have several paint smears and spatters and spots on them, so hey, nothing to call attention to there. (You can just borrow one of Leslie's t-shirts if this one gets messed up, you guess.) \n\nYou set off a few hours early, since you know of an arcade that's open late that's not too far of a walk from the Churchclock, but you've still gotta walk <i>there</i> (your dreams of car ownership still being entirely dreams after all). Still Deviville is a pretty easy town to get around in that way, you have to admit that one of its big plusses is good sidewalks and easy to follow routes, it's really just a question of if you've got the time and energy to sink into getting there and... you're a teenager on summer break. Duh.\n\nYou arrive at the arcade, which is really more of a pizza parlor that went really heavy on the game cabinets at some point, but obviously that suits you since at this point you're starved. The college student that comes over to show you to a table and take your order gives you a Look at the clinking of cans from your bag as you set it down, but if anything seems amused and doesn't hassle you, instead taking your order and heading off to put it in.\n\nThis isn't a very busy neighborhood anyway, and it's late(ish), so there's not a whole lot of people around. There's a cluster of guys sort of loitering at one of the tables while one of them plays pinball... they're all around your age, give or take a year, but you haven't even the vaguest recollection of seeing them around Deviville High, so they're either from out of town or just don't go to class much.\n\n(... Hm. Y'know Deviville's not a <i>big</i> town, but it's not a super small one either, isn't it a little weird there's only one high school? ... That thought makes your head feel a bit weird. Better stop thinking about it. ... Ah, that's better!)\n\nAnyway. You guess you could go over and say hello, maybe once you've eaten some of your pizza. What's a night of being daring and tempting fate without, y'know, being daring and tempting fate when the opportunity presents itself?\n\n<hr>\n[[Say hi.|GGUL]]\n\n[[Mind y'business.|GGUL1x6]]

Curious more than anything, you make your way over to the table the minotaur has to himself, gesturing to one of the empty chairs. "This seat taken?"\n\nThe bull-headed man looks at you, one eyebrow raising, before he gives a snort through his ring-pierced nose. "Sit if y'like."\n\nEasing yourself into the chair, you appraise him a bit more from close-up as you prep your opening line. He's big, and broad, and obviously pretty much a slab of muscle beneath that sleek, shiny black hide. He's dressed primarily in red, a vest that shows off his powerful chest and some of the scars on his arms, a sash, and big baggy black pants. "So you look like a-"\n\n"Let's cut to the chase, shall we?" he interrupts, making you blink. "You're far from the first human-type girl to see me and feel her nethers moisten. But every single time, once we're in the bedchamber and clothes come off, they invariably get terrified of the actual size. The very few who are brave enough to actually try, it doesn't fit in. So I'd rather skip the tease and frustration if it's all the same to you."\n\nYou raise your eyebrows. Well, that tells you a few things. The first is, damn, how big <i>is</i> his dick? The second is, he's obviously blunt and pretty forthright, or at least he's been through this enough times to stop being polite about it. The third is, obviously you're not going to be able to dominate just anyone right off the bat... apparently the size and muscle mass difference between you is preventing that whole 'naturally see you as dominant' thing Riara mentioned, you'll probably have to work for it some. Fourth, damn, how <b>big</i> is his dick?!\n\nClearing your throat, you say wryly, "Well why don't we see if the conversation comes back that way, but mostly I was curious why a minotaur smells like the sea. Good nose," you note, tapping the side of it. "If you don't mind a little conversation rather than frustration?"\n\nHe eyes you, then snorts again. "Tell you what, conversation's fine if it comes with drinking. See if you can keep up even a little."\n\n'Perfect,' you think. Hopefully your succubus constitution can help deal with the alcohol, and maybe getting him a bit drunk will lower his willpower. "They do shots here?" you ask, glancing over at the bar.\n\nThe minotaur blinks, then lets out a booming laugh... more than anything, you think, because he expects you'll be on the floor long before he gets buzzed doing shots. But he nevertheless orders a tray of them, then introduces himself as Makan the Red. As the two of you down drinks, he tells you a bit about himself... apparently he's been an adventurer for going on twenty years now, and has done a bit of everything. Mercenary work, soldiering, monster hunting, and several rather less lawful pursuits as well. Of course he opens up about those a bit as he goes on, until he admits that yes, lately he's turned pirate after being willed the ship <i>Dread Horns</i> by a former adventuring partner.\n\n"S'lucky it's a big ship," he declares with a laugh as he downs another shot. "Plenty big, even for a fella like me! Ah, it's a lovely kind of freedom though, even more than wanderin' the land."\n\n"Sounds fun," you agree, making sure to add just a bit of slur to your own words as you lean forward on the table, grinning at him and downing another shot as well. You do feel fairly buzzed, but you're still able to think and act clearly through it. 'Thanks again, Gramma.'\n\n"Maybe you could keep up on the ship," he says thoughtfully. "Seems like y'could, Cyan, y'kept up with my liquor. Hell..." He leans forward, actually leering now, though earlier he was far too polite. "Maybe you could even keep up in bed. ... Ah, but you couldn't take it," he says with a long, lamenting sigh as he leans back, though he doesn't sound entirely convinced anymore.\n\nThat's what you've been waiting for. You smirk wider, saying simply, "Wanna bet?"\n\nHe blinks slowly, focusing on you, then frowning just a little. Then slowly he smirks. "Actually, yeah. Yeah, I wanna bet."\n\nThat makes you blink, sitting up a little. You hadn't intended him to take the phrase quite that literally. But apparently bringing things back to the subject has made him feel like teaching you a lesson... and succeeded in intriguing you. "What kind of bet you got in mind?" you ask.\n\n"If you can take me all the way... right up to the balls... I'll give you the <i>Dread Horns</i>," he declares, before laughing briefly in a way that shows he thinks that's utterly impossible. "Hell, I'll be your first mate as long as you wanna keep it!" Then he leans forward, smirking as he rumbles, "But if you can't... then you're my slave. You'll do whatever work on the ship I want during the day, and during the night you'll be using those tits and that smug arrogant mouth of yours 'til the witching hour."\n\nYou stare at him, turning the bet over in your mind. Of course you're almost certain you could take anything now... you are practically a succubus after all. And having your own pirate ship would definitely be a grand start to your adventure, not to mention a loyal, practically enslaved minotaur first mate. Then you realize there could be benefits to throwing the match too... you could still get your hooks into him that way, but you could let him continue to be captain while you <i>pretended</i> to just be his kept woman, lessening any problems the crew might have.\n\nThen, maybe it's just the booze, but a third option pops into your head... one that finds you grinning. It could be the best of both worlds! Of course you're not entirely sure he'd go for it, but if he did...\n\n<hr>\n[[Take his cock.|GGSD]]\n\n[[Throw the bet.|GGSD]]\n\n[[Third option.|GGSD2x2]]

As you consider, you absently rummage in one of your coat pockets... then blink as something comes to hand. The instant it does, the knowledge of what it does fills your mind... 'Thanks, Gramma,' you think again as you smirk, pulling the short, wide jar out of your pocket and setting it on the table.\n\n"Wassat?" the drunk minotaur across from you asks, narrowing his eyes at it.\n\n"Magical lube. It'll let pretty much anything fit pretty much anywhere," you answer with a snicker, unable to help laughing a bit as his head jerks up. "So yeah, with that I could definitely win."\n\n"S'not fair!" Makan grunts, shaking his head.\n\n"Nah, it wouldn't be, so I propose a different bet." You lean forward, grinning wolfishly at him. "Y'keep saying my mouth's the arrogant one, but all I'm hearing out of you is 'my dick's huge' this and 'my cock's immense' that. So y'know..." You lean forward, lowering your voice to a whisper, "How d'ya know you've got the biggest prick at this table?"\n\nHe blinks in confusion repeatedly, looking you up and down, eyes just a bit glazed with alcohol. "... Not in those shorts," is what he comes up with finally, though he sounds just uncertain enough for you to press it.\n\n"Looks can be deceiving. There's bags of holding, you don't think there's shorts of holding?" Snickering, you give the jar a small spin with your fingertips. "So I'll tell you what. We go upstairs. We whip 'em out and measure 'em. Whoever's bigger gets to lube up with this stuff and fuck the other one as good and hard as they want, and then set the terms of the win as whatever they want."\n\nMakan stares at the jar, then you, then the jar again. You can practically hear him turning it over in his head. Not once in the time you've been talking have you gotten the sense he was interested in men at all, so certainly it might seem daunting to consider that he'd lose and wind up with a dick even bigger than his own in his ass. But then he clearly doesn't quite believe you've really got one... and with the bet you're offering, he'd not only get to make you his slave, but he'd get to <i>actually</i> fuck you. So you're not too surprised when he finally grunts, "You're crazy, but fine, let's go." He picks up the jar and stands from the table, wobbling just a little before getting a firm stance on his hooves and turning to make his way upstairs, with you following along eagerly. \n\nWhen he gets upstairs to his extra-large room, he sets down the jar beside the bed and then, without fanfare, strips. Since he's not wearing much it doesn't take long, and soon he's easing down on the side of the bed, showing off a truly massive black cock that looks more equine than bovine. He strokes along the shaft, a thick bulge a bit past the halfway point of it, and then that sliding into what looks like a sheathe at the base of it above his balls, each one looking like it would more than fill one of your hands. You have to admit, you can see why most girls probably screamed and ran at the sight of it... it would easily nudge up between your tits if you were straddling his lap. And apparently he's not quite all the way hard as he begins stroking it, urging it just a bit thicker and harder, gaining several inches over the next minute or so, especially as you discard your coat, boots, and then your top, baring your perky, full brown tits to him.\n\n"Well?" he asks smugly, smirking at you.\n\nYou undo your belt and drop it, reaching for your shorts. You're certain you can use the shapeshifting Riara gifted you with to give yourself an even bigger cock as you pull them down. But... part of your mind can't help but think you'd rather lose. Sure, it would mean he'd probably turn you into his personal pet an cocksleeve for the rest of your life... but fuuuuck look at it!\n\n<hr>\n[[Win the bet.|GGSD2x3]]\n\n[[Throw the bet with a smaller cock.|GGSD]]\n\n[[Throw the bet with no cock at all.|GGSD]]

Nah, you've got this planned out, can't get distracted by the thought of a huge cock now... well, other than the one you're about to grow. You make sure to grin confidently even as you reach for the shorts, concentrating an image in your mind. As you pull the shorts down in front, you push as much of the innate magic you've been able to feel for awhile now into that image... and a truly immense humanlike cock seems to come spilling out of your shorts when you push them down. You're actually a little light-headed just from the sensations of suddenly having such a thick pulsing and throbbing (and maybe drawing a bit of extra blood that you didn't account for), but the absolutely shocked look on Makan's face helps make up for any of that. You wiggle the shorts further down, adding a set of huge, hanging hairless balls to match as you get them down and finally kick them off, straightening up with the massive pillar of flesh jutting out in front of you.\n\n"It's... it's not possible," Makan whispers, his wide eyes fixed on you.\n\nYou smirk more as you approach him, putting a hand on his shoulder and shoving, sending him toppling backwards. You doubt you're actually stronger than him... more like you could have done that by tapping him with a peacock pinion at this point. He continues to stare at you as you clamber up astride him, pressing your cock down against his, balls rubbing against his sack. It feels... absolutely amazing, not only having a cock for the first time, but such a big one, and not only feeling another big, hot dick pressing against it, but the rush of power and smugness that comes from seeing that it's clearly bigger than the minotaur's. That fuels your dominating presence as you grind down against him, cooing, "Looks like I've got at least three inches on you. I win." You give a light thrust of your hips, bumping your balls up against his firmly as if to make sure he understands.\n\n"But... but..." Makan's breathing hard now, looking from your face down to where your cock is pressing down on his as if having pinned it. He shudders some as you get up to stand by the bed again, slowly sitting up. "... Yeah, okay," he murmurs finally, shoulders slumping.\n\n"Good. Now get down on all fours on the floor, like a good bitch," you order, pointing at the rug beside the bed for emphasis.\n\nHe hesitates, but between the alcohol, and you so aptly demonstrating that you're literally the biggest cock in the room, your Dominating Presence takes hold and prevents him from arguing. He shifts down onto the floor and leans forward onto all fours, his large, muscular black ass turned towards you, nubbed-off tail even lifting slightly. You lean forward and grab his ass, squeezing it... 'Damn, you could literally crack a walnut on this,' you think as you nevertheless do your best to knead his buttocks, watching the big beastman squirm some in reaction. Spreading his ass, you reveal his thick, powerful black pucker, and with a smirk lean forward and spit audibly against it, moving your thumb to rub your saliva into the muscular ring as he twitches some. It's not until you've urged a few flexes out of the powerful donut that you straighten up and grab the jar from the bedside table, scooping out a handful of the greasy stuff and starting to slop it all over your own massive, throbbing hardon.\n\n"Mmmm, gonna enjoy stuffing every last inch of this in you," you murmur, eyes glittering as the massive, muscular minotaur shudders again, his cock giving the very slightest sway beneath him from the motion. You take your time lubing up, letting him wait, letting him dread and anticipate, before finally pressing the head up against that pucker. Despite his virginal tightness, and the sheer size of the thick prick you're stuffing into him, the magic lube sees it sinking into him smooth and easy, Makan letting out a loud gasp and then grunting as you keep pushing more and more into him. "Yeah, bet you've done this to plenty of big bitches like minotaur cows and giants, huh? Thought you were gonna get to do it to me, too... yeah I just bet you'd have stuffed it in my ass and fucked me until your cum spouted out my mouth, wouldn't you?" you say with a sneer, delivering a firm slap to one of his asscheeks and making him grunt again, his cock twitching beneath him. \n\nSoon you reach forward, grabbing hold of his broad, muscular waist with both your hands as you start pumping your hips, your balls slapping against his as you start really fucking the big bullman's ass. You lean forward over him, making sure to moan and coo loudly as you pump into him, soon feeling his tight, muscular passage starting to squeeze around you reflexively. "For a straight guy your ass-pussy sure loves my fat cock, bitch," you whisper mock-lovingly to him, hearing him groan in that deep, masculine voice in response, sensing more than anything his cock giving a hard twitch and dripping some pre onto the rug.\n\nYou take your time about it, alternating between slow, steady, smooth thrusts and quick, sharp ones that make your balls slap against his, reminding him that yours are bigger. You stroke your hands up his back and over his ass, occasionally giving it another slap, never once letting him forget that he's not just getting fucked in the ass, but that you're making him your bitch. Finally you lean forward hard enough to grab one of his horns, yanking back on it as you begin pounding him as hard as you can, your own tits bouncing and jiggling to the sound of your balls slapping against him. "Say it! Say it!"\n\nThere's only the briefest resistance before he bellows out, in that deep, warrior's voice, "I'm your bitch! I'm your bitch and my ass-pussy loves your big fat cock!" \n\nLetting out a long, sweet moan, you thrust forward and start emptying your balls deep inside him, the intensity of your first cockgasm and with such a big one making you light-headed... but not light-headed enough to miss the deep, booming bellow from Makan as his cock spurts and sprays long, thick splashes of cum all over the floor, his ass squeezing tight around you.\n\nThings are a bit blurry after that, but when you wake up you're splayed on your back on the bed, your immense, limp cock flopped up across your belly and between your tits. You sit up and rub at your face as the door opens, Makan (dressed once again) stepping in and carrying a tray over towards you. "I, ah... brought you breakfast," he murmurs, setting it down. Something about his voice makes you look at him a bit closer. Is he... smaller? It's very subtle, but it does look like he's just the tiniest bit shorter and more slender. There's also the faintest softening of his features, lending him a faintly more human aspect. It probably wouldn't be noticeable, except that Riara did mention that you might change the people you dominated. As you're considering it, he continues, "So... did you decide what, ah... what the terms are, now that you've won?"\n\nOf course, you'd already figured that out last night.\n\n<hr>\n[[You're his first mate now.|GGSD]]\n\n[[He's selling the ship to become your companion.|GGSD]]

Though your body has been well-conditioned by now to respond to such words, your nipples stiffening up and your pussy heating, both are overwhelmed by annoyance at her audacity. "Why the fuck would I do that? You seriously think you can just call me up and tell me to come over so you can rape me?"\n\n"Oh, are we pretending you don't like it? That you don't cum over and over again every time I stuff this big, throbbing prick in any one of your holes?" Leslie's voice has dropped to a seductive purr that sends a shiver down your spine. From the way she talks you can just imagine her sprawled in bed, stroking that fat tan shaft slowly as she imagines you speared on it. "Actually I'm pretty sure you even cum now from me titfucking you."\n\n"That's your demon magic bullshit," you grumble, since you can't actually deny the truth of the statements. ... Any of them.\n\n"Mm, true enough, doesn't change the facts. Still!" She heaves a theatrical sigh. "I'm getting all pent up over here. I guess if you don't come over so I can rape you, I'll just have to rape Leslie's mom instead."\n\nYour eyes widen. "What? No, that's... Leslie would never-"\n\n"Well again, how do you know? If Leslie had a cock and all this strength, maybe she would have been raping every hot piece of ass to cross her path. And her mom is veeery nice, forty years old and she still has a body like a professional swimmer. And hey, if I started raping her, it'd be even more convenient! I might even leave you alone. Well, anyway, it takes you fifteen minutes to get over here, I guess I'll give you... twenty... to turn up, then I'll go down the hall and rip dear ol' Mom's clothes off and give her pussy a pounding. Later!"\n\nYou bring the phone away from your head, staring at the 'End call' screen until it blips back to your phone background.\n\n<hr>\n[[Go.|GGHH]]\n\n[[Don't go.|GGHH]]\n\n[[Fret for awhile, then go.|GGHH]]

<img src=https://i.imgur.com/n0myAql.jpg>\n\nWhy would you bother building a large sci-fi fuckpad without including a hot tub? The hot tub area also doubles as an observation port, featuring broad windows gazing out at the gas giant's cloudscape, and seating allowing the enjoyment of said cloudscape, no doubt while gynoids (or an assigned slave) bring you drinks. In the center of the area is a circular hot tub, the outer area functioning as a seating bench with a deeper area in the middle, obviously for sitting and letting a hot, wet slave bounce on your lap, or for bending said slave over the bench area and pumping them from behind. Of course all temperature controls, lighting controls, and even scent and viscosity of the water are yours to control with the press of a button or the call of a word.\n\n<hr>\n[[Bathroom.|Capture-HabBR]]

"Here, you go stand in the circle, I'll stand out here with the book," you answer as you find a good spot on the table to set the phone down, noting where you can stand that both of you will be in the shot.\n\n"Got it! I'm totally gonna act the hell out of this!" Leslie chirps as she steps into the circle, moving to the center of it and practically bouncing on the balls of her feet.\n\nYou move over to where you noted earlier, flipping through the book to what looks like the 'demon possession' page from the movie, then clear your throat, preparing to try your best at the alphabet salad in front of you. "Fa'na cdibet lihdc dryd rekrmekrd runnun sujea dnubac yht drah meja ib du dras! Ryja y tasuh buccacc so vneaht cu cra lyh nyba so ycc ihdem E's y pnugah cramm, E ypcumidamo tacanja ed!"\n\nLeslie flings her hands out and starts to make a ridiculous face, obviously about to do a lot of exaggerated flailing, when her eyes suddenly go wide and her hands fly to her stomach. She lets out a scream like you've never heard before, your phone and the book falling from limp hands as you stand and stare, too shocked to react to the sudden overwhelming concern and fear you feel as you watch her stagger a step, bending forward as her body trembles and twitches. Your terror only grows as you watch her muscles ripple and move under her skin as if of their own accord, her continued screaming showing it as several of her teeth lengthen and sharpen.\n\nAs her body continues to grow, gaining more lean muscle, her clothes stretch tight, baring more of her skin as it turns a light purple color. Her breasts swell, threatening to tear it open in front as they become full and heavy. Though you're vastly more concerned with the shiny, deep black claws her fingernails and toenails are turning into, the long spade-tipped tail growing out from the base of her spine, or the curved, smooth black horns pushing out from the sides of her head as her hair turns bright pink. Of course you also can't help but stare as the crotch of her shorts bulges, her hips jutting forward as a long, thick cock practically bursts forth from the popped button and zipper, spraying a thick spatter of cum across the floor.\n\nAnd then all of a sudden Leslie's standing there, looking as normal as ever, calmly buttoning up her shorts. "So, how was my performance?" she asks cheerfully as you stare at her. She blinks a few times, then snorts, grinning as you just stand there staring at her. "What, it wasn't that good, was it?"\n\n"I... you..." you stammer, legs trembling.\n\n"What?" She blinks again, starting to look concerned. "Cyan, what's wrong?"\n\n'I saw you turn into a demon,' you almost say, but the words catch in your throat. Isn't that a completely ridiculous phrase? People don't turn into demons. Besides she's standing right there, tan and blonde as ever, with not a cock in sight. ... Really, a dickgirl demon? Your brain urges you to laugh at the very idea. What you saw couldn't have been real. You stare around the basement, all the flickering candlelight, mind trying to come to grips with what you think you saw and what you've always thought was possible.\n\nLeslie continues to frown at you in a concerned manner. "You look paler than useful. I'm starting to worry there's a gas leak or mold or something down here, we should go back upstairs."\n\n<hr>\n[["... Yeah, let's go."|GGHH]]\n\n[[You know what you saw!|GGHH10x2]]

You try to think through your options clearly, but wind up dwelling on the thought of never seeing Leslie again. Or the thought of having to tell her mother that Leslie's not coming back. Your throat tightens and you fight against tears, until finally you slump your shoulders and hang your head.\n\n"... Look, okay. I'll let you out if you promise to keep acting like Leslie."\n\n"Really?" The demoness perks up, almost instantly resuming Leslie's proper appearance. "Done deal, let me out! All you've got to do is say that I can come out or whatever!"\n\nYou open your mouth, then frown at her for a moment before saying instead, "Wait, how do I know you'll actually do it?"\n\nShe puffs out an exasperated sigh, folding her arms. "Look, demons are bound by promises they make to humans. In this case since it's more of a minor favor being exchanged, there's no contract, no flare of power, but it's still binding. I'll have to act like your friend Leslie, within certain tolerances. You do have to give me some allowances for being a demon, after all," she adds, spreading her hands a little as she shrugs. \n\n"... Fine," you say with your own sigh, since that seems to be the closest you're going to get. "Then you can come out."\n\nThe demoness... Leslie, you guess, or at least you might as well think of her for the rest of your life... steps past the circle, grinning brightly and chirping a "Thanks, Cyan."\n\nYou just stare at her for a moment, then turn towards the stairs, murmuring, "I guess let's go back u-" Only to be interrupted as Leslie's arms wrap around your middle. You yelp as she tosses you over towards a nearby musty old couch, winding up thumped across one of the cushions with your knees on the floor. Before you can raise up, Leslie's behind you pushing down against your back with one hand and pinning you, while the other grabs the waistband of your jeans and yanks them and your panties down over your ass, making you yelp. "Hey! You said-!"\n\n"I told you I'd act like Leslie within certain parameters, and I will," she coos, undoing the front of her shorts with one hand and fishing out a thick length of lightly-tanned cock, slapping it lightly against your ass a few times. "But hey, who's to say that Leslie, if she had a big fat cock and demonic strength, wouldn't occasionally rape her good friend Cyan? Don't worry, you'll love every second of it," she adds, practically purring now as she rubs her tip up and down between your pussylips.\n\nThe worst thing is you think she might be right. Because for some reason from the moment she pinned you down your body started to react, your nipples stiffening against your shirt and the couch cushion, your pussy getting wet even as your pants were yanked down. You have to think it's some sort of... demon aura she has, because you find yourself moaning softly as she teases at your entrance. "Wait, no-" you try to protest, only to cry out and almost instantly cum as she thrusts into you, the demon wearing your friend's form taking your virginity.\n\n"Yeah, that's right, squeeze down on that cock, baby," Leslie coos, gripping your waist and starting to pound away at you, your pussy soon wet enough that every thrust of her prick sends a small rain of juices down into the crotch of your panties where they're bunched around your hips. "You're gonna enjoy being my rapetoy from now on, and you've got a whole lifetime of it to look forward to," she adds, giving a particularly hard thrust and making you yowl as you orgasm again.\n\nLeslie pounds away at you for what seems like an hour, occasionally drawing back a hand and delivering a good slap to your ass as you writhe, pant, and moan, cumming over and over again from being violated. At some point she pulls off her tanktop and tosses it on the couch, perky tits bared and jiggling slightly with her movements. Her hands run up your back, stroking it and pushing your shirt up to bare your own bigger breasts, squeezing down on them and making you shudder and cum again each time she tweaks or tugs your nipples.\n\nEventually she gives a low moan and thrusts forward, her cock twitching and jerking inside of you. Her load feels hot and thick, like you can actually feel it spreading inside you, and you climax so hard from the sensation that your eyes roll up in your head as you shudder on the couch. After a few minutes, Leslie pulls her cock out, leaving her cum to drip down into your panties and the insides of your jeans.\n\n"Fwaaah, that was fun!" Leslie chirps, as if the two of you had just played a decent board game. She grins and gives your slightly pinked ass a squeeze with one hand. "Hm, what do you say, Cyan... you think going up and having a nice little foursome with the boys upstairs is also something Leslie might do...?"\n\n<hr>\n[[No way.|GGHH10x4]]\n\n[[... Yes.|GGHH]]

You open your mouth, about to agree automatically, when a bit of candlelight falls just so that you can see some of the burst seams at the sides of Leslie's shorts and the way her tanktop is hanging loose on her. You quickly snap your mouth closed, staring at her... then scowl.\n\n"No."\n\n"Cyan, what's wr-"\n\n"I saw it, I saw you change," you snap back, stabbing a finger towards her and taking several quick steps back. "Now you're... you're trying to get me to let you out of that circle, that's what it is, isn't it? If you weren't some demon in my friend's body, you'd have just walked over here or started to leave yourself, but you can't, can you?"\n\nLeslie just looks at you as if shocked for a moment... before the expression falls away, leaving a bland, neutral look. "Worth a shot." She shrugs, body quickly swelling back out to its slightly taller, more muscular form, breasts expanding to pull her tanktop taut and bare some of her purple six pack, the front of her shorts bulging but this time staying intact. She flicks her tail back and forth a few times, the candlelight gleaming off of her horns as she steps forward and rests a hand against some invisible barrier. "Let me out, Cyan."\n\nYou can't help but give a bitter bark of laughter, even as your mind begs to retreat from the sight in front of you. "Why the <i>fuck</i> would I do that?!"\n\n"It can be a very lucrative thing. For both of us!" the demoness replies easily, giving you a winning smile. "I'll be honest, I'm a pretty new demon, so I can't exactly grant wishes for unlimited wealth and power and things like that... but I can do a lot." She traces a finger down the unseen barrier almost seductively, leaning forward and dropping her voice to a sensual murmur. "Do you want [[pleasure|GGHH]]? I could give you pleasure unlike you've ever dreamed, every night for the rest of your life... or forever, for that matter. Or perhaps [[influence|GGHH18x1]]? I could make it so that your charisma could overcome anyone's defenses. Or how about... [[magic|GGHH]]?" Her glowing red, black-scleraed eyes glitter as you visibly give a little start at that. "That's right. I could teach you to do magic. The real thing."\n\n"And let me guess, all it would cost me is my soul," you answer, a little bitterly, even if part of you is a little tempted already.\n\n"Not while you're still using it!" the demoness protests in a cheerful tone. "Well, maybe just a little at the start, sort of a down payment. But not enough that you'd really notice." Then she sighs, straightening up. "Well, I suppose there are a few lesser things I could do without actually charging you, just in return for being let out. Like [[promise to leave and not come back for 1000 years|GGHH]] so you wouldn't have to worry about what I'd do if released on the mortal world. Or," she says with another little smirk. "I could [[pretend to be your friend Leslie|GGHH10x3]] for the next, oh, seventy years or so. Spare you and her family and everyone else the pain of losing her. They'd never know! You might forget eventually yourself!"\n\nYou swallow. "What do you mean 'pretend'? Can't you just give Leslie back...?"\n\nThe demon's face and voice both noticeably cool. "She's gone. She's never coming back. That's just how it is. I can act the part because I have all of her memories, but your friend doesn't exist anymore."\n\nYou grit your teeth, feeling anger flare at that. "Then maybe I'll just... [[leave you here|GGHH]]! Or [[find someone to help|GGHH]]! If... if I can't get Leslie back, then I'll have to [[get rid of you|GGHH23x1]]!" Your fire dampens a little as you realize you don't have the first clue where to begin doing any of those. "... Or something."\n\nShe snorts. "As if you could. So what's it going to be, Cyan? Accept a deal, or struggle in vain?"

Savannah, huh? So basically lions and zebras and maybe an elephant or two? Sounds like fun! You traipse of down the path with the African-styled arrow pointing at it, the cobblestones bearing a zebra stripe pattern. Of course fairly soon the entire place has a "theme park Africa" feel to it, but you figure it's sort of excusable considering that you're in a theme park and this is the African section.\n\nYou're actually sort of surprised by how large Animalland seems to be. You've been to smaller full-fledged zoos, and just "Silly Savannah" alone seems to be pretty expansive. Spotting a map kiosk, you head over to it, deciding you probably need to pick a starting point lest you spend the entire day just wandering around in half-assed circles.\n\nLet's see. It looks like there's a <b>[[Lion Enclosure|ALSav]]</b>, the little note boasting that they have a full pride. Seems like something to be proud of, heh. ... Man you really should have invited someone on this vacation with you so they could appreciate stuff like that. Eh, maybe next year. Anyway, there's also an <b>[[Artificial Savannah|ALSav]]</b> that says it houses multiple large herbivores like rhinos and elephants. There's a <b>[[Cheetah Pen|ALSav]]</b> for speedy spotties... see, all of this wit is just going to <i>waste</i>!\n\nOn the non-animal front, it looks like there's also an exhibition of <b>[[African Artifacts|ALSav]]</b>, so you could claim that you were responsible and learned something on your little self-guided vacation. You can spot a nearby <b>[[Photo Booth|ALSav1x2]]</b>, and remember that you did promise to get your parents some pictures while you were on this vacation. And of course there's the local theme food shacks, the <b>[[Africantina|ALSav]]</b>, which seems vaguely in poor taste to you though you're not sure you can give a specific reason why. But hey, you've got free drinks coming, free makes everything better.

You decide to get some of the souvenir photo-taking out of the way first, and head over to the photo booth, brushing aside the cloth drape that serves as a door. The inside is done in the same semi-tacky style as the rest of this section of Animalland, plastic wood carved poles wound with plastic straw to make an "African-style" bench, a draping behind that to show the tribal art of the savannah... though it's also got a fake (but surprisingly well-done) zebra head sticking out, presumably so that people could sit on either side of it and make funny faces reacting to the zebra. (Sure would put a crimp in any smooching pics, though. Maybe that was some killjoy's point.)\n\nWell, it's not like you have anyone to smooch with, anyway. So you settle down on the bench to one side of the zebra head and lean forward to check out the screen. It looks like there are various options, but the two most obvious are that you can either take pictures, or take a video. The pictures option actually gives you until someone else wants the booth to snap pictures every few seconds, then pick out which ones you want to print out or put on a disk or whatever. The video option allows you to sign into a youtube account and have it automatically upload the video at the end of a certain amount of time (or once you press the "Done" button). \n\nSo really it's just a question of which to get...\n\n<hr>\n[[Pictures.|ALSav]]\n\n[[Video|ALSav]]

Holy crap, you have to get to someone who can do something about this! Struggling to your feet, you almost topple over with the shift in weight, but manage to stand. You briefly consider trying to find something to cover yourself, but you're pretty sure even the largest of your hoodies is still too small to stretch entirely over your... pregnant... belly. All you can do is shift your jeans enough to manage to button them in a lower position on your hips, then waddle out the door, still doing your best not to make noise despite having to lean on the wall.\n\nYou struggle out the door and down the sidewalk before you realize that you don't really know where you're going. Who exactly could you get help from?! You pause to lean against a fence, huffing, making yourself think. Okay, first of all, there's [[your family doctor|GGHH]]... that's who you'd go to about a pregnancy, right? Though this is... definitely not a normal pregnancy. Actually considering how it happened and how fast it happened, maybe a more metaphysical solution is necessary, like going to a [[church|GGHH14x3]]. Not exactly your usual thing, but maybe a leap of faith is kind of necessary here.\n\nThe only other thing you can think of is the other half of this equation, [[Jack|GGHH]]. Obviously he's (part of) how you got into this situation, he should have to do something to help, right?

-Update 1-\n* <b>Main:</b> Jamie can now try to figure out [[MeistroComp Mobile|QONile4x1]] on his own.\n* <b>Main:</b> Jamie can now refuse to go on a [[Pokemon journey|QOPokeStart]].\n* <b>Main:</b> Jamie can now be a derp and [[just free Vex from the start|QOVex1x3]].\n* <b>Main:</b> Buddy can now [[cancel dinner|BudBless1x2]] to focus his attention on Dana.\n* <b>Main:</b> Eric has a [[new device|RanDeb2x1]] to use on female Ranma in the sim.\n-Update 2-\n* After freeing Vex and choosing power, Jamie can now wonder if he'll become more like her.\n* <b>Main:</b> Mallory can [[respond as he sees appropriate|QOInc11x1]] to Sandra calling him a dweeb.\n* <b>Main:</b> Gwyn can now [[accept|Gwyn2x1]] Marius's offer of help with Maria.\n* <b>Main:</b> Britney can now [[go with Jenna|WBrit1x4]] on her expedition after becoming a weretiger.\n* <b>Main:</b> The [[My Little Dollmaker|RanDeb2x2]] in the Ranma sim has been altered a bit and expanded.\n* <b>Main:</b> Jamie can admit he's [[still curious|QOGid2x2]] after experimenting with Gideon.\n-Update 3-\n* <b>Main:</b> Cypher can [[kill the Raptarran|BadCypher9x2]] after it's injured by the local wildlife.\n* <b>Main:</b> Cyan can ask her uncle [[what kind of arrangement|GGUncle1x1]] would get her a car. She can also ask about the free one.\n-Update 4-\n* Continuing Cypher going down the red hallway.\n* <b>Main:</b> Upon arriving at their "subversive" camping spot, Jamie and Gideon can [[make camp|QOGid1x4]].\n-Update 5- \n* <b>Main:</b> After killing the bandits attacking him, male fighter Eric can decide to [[raid the dragon hoard|EricMF2x1]].\n-Update 6-\n* <b>Main:</b> When going to the magic shop with Hazel, Eric can now just [[look with his eyes|RunFF5x1]].\n* <b>Main:</b> Jamie can select the [[Lemon-Lime Lion|QOHPT6x1]] six-pack when being a Testing Agent.

Nah, definitely better not to let anyone immediately know you're there. You turn your steed away from the curling ribbon of road and instead set out further along the scintillating wall of shining energy, eyeing it for any lessened places from a distance.\n\nEventually you spot a possible entry... not just because the aurora seems less intense there, but that it already has some people that look like they're edging through. A handful of demons and more mortal-appearing sorts... probably Petitioners, human souls from other realms that have managed to make it through less challenging bits of the umbral to get here. Still, it looks like the spot they're using works, and is wide enough that you wouldn't exactly have to queue up with them.\n\nYou nudge your steed forward towards the weak area, wincing a little as it passes over your skin, feeling like a waterfall of electrically-charged glitter hitting you from all sides. But then you're through, you and the clump of others nearby, likely all about to disperse.\n\nSuddenly there's a high whistling noise, and your hellhorse shrieks as golden arrow shafts suddenly sprout from its ribs. You're sent flying as it topples under you, shocked both by the psychic feedback of your steed's pain and impending demise as the blessed arrowheads eat away at its infernal energy. You hit the ground and roll, trying to get to your feet amidst the sudden disarray, shouting, and sounds of weapons clashing. And then a pair of large, winged forms is practically dropping on you, easily wrestling you fully to the ground. You look up to see a smirk on a beautiful, glowing face, right before a golden-gauntleted fist smashes into your face.\n\nWhen you come to, it's to a jostling, shifting motion. Your vision is blurry, and you look around, finding that you're in some sort of gold and ivory cart, being pulled by winged horses, with an angel in the driver's seat.\n\n"Hey, you."\n\nYou blink blearily, turning towards the voice. It's a scruffy-looking demon in ragged clothes, his arms bound to his sides.\n\n"You're finally awake. You were trying to cross the border, right? Walked right into that Heavenly ambush, same as us, and that petitioner over there."\n\n"God DAMMIT Todd!" you roar, stomping your feet down on the floor of the wagon.\n\n<hr>\n[[Game Over.|GGHell3axEnd]]

"I guess let's do the 'dirty talk' thing," you say with a bit of a sigh. "I'm... not really the sort who swears or anything, though, I don't know how good I'll be at this."\n\n"You'll just have to get comfortable using naughty words," Xira answers primly, despite grinning... well, impishly... as she rests her hands on her hips. "Look, okay, the four basic tenets of dirty talk are," she explains, holding up fingers as she goes along. "Lewd words, degrading yourself, degrading your partner, and fantasizing."\n\n"I'm <i>really</i> not certain about any of those," you mutter. "Like, I mean, 'lewd words', what if I say something just completely ridiculous?"\n\n"See, that's the benefit of you having such a wholesome-looking face," Xira asserts, doing a little 'this thing' gesture with both hands toward your head. "You can in fact say something that sounds <i>completely stupid and nonsensical</i> and it'll still turn a guy on because it's coming from such a pure-looking girl, even if she's a succubus!"\n\n"O... kay. ... So, lewd words..."\n\n"Degrading yourself, degrading him, and fantasizing. Say naughty, nasty things about yourself or about him, just make sure to say them in a sexy voice and it'll be fine... heheh, since you get all turned on when you get going, that shouldn't be hard for you," she asserts, making your ears warm in embarrassment. "And say what you'd like to do to him or have done to you!"\n\n"... Rescue my brother and go home?"\n\n"Don't be a snot," Xira says solemnly, leaning forward and flicking the tip of your nose with her middle finger, making you jump a bit. "Look, like I said, it doesn't have to make sense or be consistent, it'll be sexy because it's <i>you</i> saying it. Just give it a try!"\n\n"... Fine," you say with a sigh.\n\nYou spend a little while looking for a decent guy to try with, and eventually after wandering into a shop decide that the guy behind the counter is pretty nice-looking, with longish dark blonde hair and almost black eyes. "Um, hi!" you say. "You want to, um... you wanna go upstairs and have sex?"\n\n"A succubus!" he blurts happily, which you guess you're going to have to get used to. He pauses, then says, "Certainly, I've had some good sales this week, let me just close up!"\n\n'Good sales this week?' you think in confusion, before you blush in embarrassment as he returns to lead the way upstairs. Oh, right. That thing Xira said about how asking to go into private means you're asking for money. ... Well, too late to amend it now, you think as you follow him up, Xira fluttering along just behind you. As you're starting to expect of the sex-deprived men of this town, he's out of his clothes in an instant, sitting down on the bed and presenting his cock to you. ... You guess that since they feed on cum, most succubi probably go right for that, huh? Well, that <i>is</i> what you're after too, so just like the first time you did this you settle to your knees in front of him and start stroking his cock with one hand, the other fondling his balls.\n\n"Hey, remember what we're here for," Xira hisses in your ear.\n\n"O-oh, right." You kind of got distracted by... dick. Clearing your throat, you decide to start out in order. L-let's see, lewd words. "Your... your balls sure are full of... of cum," you assert, trying to sound confident and smug, though... somehow you can really <i>feel</i> that they are, especially as you say it.\n\n"Oh, oh yes, it's been so long since I've properly gotten off," he moans.\n\n"Yeah, your balls are... they're all swollen with fuck-juice!" you blurt. Noticing Xira giving you a 'really?' look, you shoot her a 'well you <i>said</i>!' look back before looking back at him. "And... and this pussy-pounder is all... throbbing and ready to, um... to pound a pussy! Yeah, you want to use it to pound my... my wet naughty hole, huh?!"\n\n"Fuuuck," he groans... though apparently in arousal rather than cringe, so you guess you're doing okay? ... He... definitely does feel ready to pound you though, so... so maybe...\n\nBlushing again, you undo your top and let it drop, then slide up onto the bed, spreading your legs and sliding your skirt up to display your wet pussy to him. Degrade yourself is next, right? "Y-yeah, my... my fuckhole is all... all hot, and wet, l-like... like I'm a bitch in heat! I need to... I need to be bred, and YEEP!" you squeak as he practically leaps on top of you, before letting out a loud moan as he stuffs his cock into you and starts thrusting frantically, his body pressing down on yours, bare chest rubbing your tits as he works himself against you.\n\n"You did a lot better on that one, something you wanna share?" Xira teases as she settles down on his back to sit cross-legged, leaning back on one hand and slipping the other down to start fingering herself.\n\n"Sh-shut up!" you hiss at her through your moans, though if the shopkeeper has even noticed she's there he clearly doesn't mind having a small, stacked naked imp sitting on his back jilling off. You think you might have made a mistake because it's much harder to think with a hot, throbbing cock pounding away into your seemingly always eager and accepting pussy, but you do your best to focus. Next is... degrade him! "That's right, y-you, you fucking beast!" you moan in his ear, feeling him shudder on top of you, his cock actually swelling some inside you. "You fucking, fucking stupid animal in heat, with, with your big animal dick, rutting me!" You swallow hard, feeling a shudder run through you. "Y-your stupid brain empty of thoughts other than breeding meeEEEEeeEEEEEEeeeEE!" you squeal as one word in particular seems to set him off into a truly bestial bout of powerfucking you like he was trying to drive you right through the bottom of the bed, your eyes rolling up and your teeth clenching some as you drag your nails down his back on either side of Xira's perch.\n\n"C'mon, c'mon, don't forget the fourth one," Xira says smugly, even as she finger-fucks herself almost as frantically as you're getting pounded, her seat's motions making her miniature large blue boobs jiggle.\n\n"Nnh, ah, ah, ah, fuck, fuuuuck, fuck me, I want you to fuck me," you gasp out, forcing your brain to try and spit out some sort of fantasy, something lewd, something dirty, and all you can come up with is the sort of thing you think a really dirty, nasty slut from your world would do. "Th-then I'm gonna go fuck all your f-friends, and t-tell you if their dicks are better than yours!!"\n\nThe shopkeeper, who had until then been a very mild-seeming, actually kind of pretty sort, lets out a veritably animal roar as he thrusts hard and starts cumming in you, the intensity of his orgasm setting off one of your own that makes your eyes roll up almost completely in your head and your tongue jut out, your body shuddering hard as he pours what feels like a truly massive load into your pussy.\n\n"Ah... ah, thank you... I've never heard dirty talk <i>quite</i> like that from a succubus, but it was actually truly amazing!" he says in a chipper, nonchalant tone as he finishes dressing, while you're still laying there with your legs twitching and his cum dribbling out of your pussy. "I'll have the money ready for you when you come down!" he adds happily as he heads downstairs.\n\n"... Fuck my life," you mutter.\n\n"No, fucking is your life," Xira corrects with a smirk, before dodging the swat you aim at her.\n\nYou're definitely blushing as you head downstairs after cleaning up a bit and putting your top back on, ducking your head bashfully as you accept the small stack of coins he hands you. Tucking them into the little dimensional pocket Xira set up for you, you head outside, letting out a breath. "Dirty talk is hard."\n\n"I'm sure you'll get the hang of it," Xira says, patting your head. "It clearly worked for him, so just do your best!"\n\nOver the next several days, Xira urges you to bang at least five guys a day, and each time to get out as much dirty talk as you can. Admittedly, you feel like you start getting a bit better at it bit by bit, though... you're still not 100% on if you've got it really down or if it's just that with your looks and their urgency, these guys are just really easy to please.\n\n"Y-yeah, this... this slutfucker of yours sure is hard, you, you dog, you fucking cum-obsessed dog who wants to put it in my dirty crotch-hole, probably while... while your wife watches!"\n\n"Mmf, yeah, mmmyeah pound that throbbing fuckpole into my hot slut-gash, you stupid cumbrain, pound it in!"\n\n"Yeah? You like me stroking this worthless cock? You like my fingers all over it? Want me to lead you around town by it, huh? Show everyone how easy it is to lead you around by your dick, baby?"\n\n"Fuck fuck yes I'm your fuckpig I'm your horny fuckpig I'm a fucking cumrag for your dick fuck me fuck me pass me around I want the whole town to fuck meeeeee!"\n\n"Hmmm, I think you've generally got the hang of it," Xira muses as you head back to the inn that day, your ears still burning from the memory of what you said... and your pussy still wet from it. "At least, good enough for basics. I'm sure you'll be able to manage working it into what you do along with the next phase of lessons, but we'll let that settle in your brain as we move on to other basics."\n\n"Right," you murmur.\n\nAs you settle into bed that night, Xira's breathing soft and steady from where she's curled up on a large pillow atop the dresser, the dirty talk from your last fuck session keeps playing over in your head. You quietly roll onto your back, your fingertips starting to work your clit as you call them back to mind. 'I'm a fuckpig. I'm a fuckpig, I'm a cumrag, I want the whole town to fuck me, I want the whole town full of stupid mindless animals in rut they call men to fuck me,' you think, shivering as the first orgasm plays through you.\n\n<hr>\n<<set $SSdirtytalk1 to "true">>\n<<set $succscore += 1>>\n[[Finish the lesson.|SweetSucc2-StageOneRepeat]]\n

"Don't, ah, don't worry, I'm reading, I mean, I'm not reading my jokes off this card, notecard..." The comedian glances nervously out at the audience, a rictus of a grin plastered on his lips, sweat pouring down his face. "It's just a note, uh, a picture, a picture of my dad. Beating me! To remind me why I do this." He shifts in place at the silence from the seats, then clears his throat. "I mean, uh, about my dad, he uh, he hates Obama, so-"\n\nHonestly, you're pretty sure he'd thank you from the next life if he could as you take aim from the wing and put a bullet in his head. The audience screams as they're sprayed with blood and grey matter and the comedian's body topples forward, laying half off the front of the tiny stage. The screams only grow as Dark Comedy steps out of the shadows, now attired in a full classic-cut business suit with long coat, everything from jacket to shirt to tie the same deep shade of black. His face is still flat grey, but the jester's hat is gone, leaving his rumpled, chaotic bleached-white hair showing. Little Joke trots out after him, humming cheerfully, wearing a little skirt-suit in the "sexy librarian" flavor, though she decided to stick with the red and black motif to mix the colors up a little, her hair now pulled back into a single, long ponytail.\n\nSlowly the crowd quiets their screaming, having spotted the mooks standing near the exits with guns trained on them. A fearful, expectant silence grips the building as they all stare up at the two villains on the stage. You let them marinate in it for a few long moments, then finally step out on stage as well. You've gone with a near-exact duplicate of Dark Comedy's new outfit... Daddy's little girl, after all. You did make the shirt red, Mom insisted that you needed at least a little color. There are gasps and a few muffled screams as the audience catches sight of your stark white face, the stagelights gleaming off your black-painted lips and eyes, streaks of black running from them down your cheeks as if they were weeping, despite the slightly upswept points at the edges of your mouth giving you a faint, permanent grin.\n\nYou step up to the microphone, just close enough to cause some reverb, watching people in the seats wince and draw back. You open your mouth, then pause and glance down. Planting the sole of one polished black shoe against the dead comedian's leg, you give him a shove, seeing more winces from the audience at the audible thud of the corpse hitting the floor. You raise a black-gloved hand to your mouth and cough into it, then speak, your faintly hoarse voice echoing throughout the little theater.\n\n"He was already dying up here anyway."\n\nIn the shocked silence that follows, you actually hear a few stragled chortles and even a little bit of hysterical laughter here and there. You incline your head and give a little nod. "Think about it." Then you turn and start walking back to the wings.\n\n"Grim Humor, ladies and gentlemen!" Dark Comedy calls enthusiastically, grabbing the mic and stand and leaning it closer, gesturing towards your departing back grandly. "Big round of applause for her! ... I SAID CLAP FOR MY LITTLE GIRL!" he adds in a growl, pointing his gun towards the audience, which causes people to start clapping as if their lives depended on it, funny enough.\n\n<hr>\n[[Continue.|GrimHumor1x2]]

You nod in acknowledgement, moving to one of the chairs in front of Eve's desk and lowering yourself into it... and it's plenty low. You find yourself with bent legs, having to spread them a bit to get comfortable at all, and looking up at Eve from where her desk sits on a slight rise. The tiny grin the curls her lips says all you need to know about the intentional nature of having you gaze up at her. Then again, it's also not exactly a bad view.\n\n"Now, as to the reason I have summoned you here," Eve begins, now slowly rising from her desk and taking a moment to tower above you from the added height, before tucking her hands behind her back and starting to circle around the desk. "Obviously I have work for you to do."\n\n"Obviously," you agree, unable to help following her motions with your head, thus continuing to look up at her as she comes around to the front of the desk. Still standing on the raised portion of the floor, she leans back somewhat against the desk and then gradually, and somehow both subtly and deliberately spreads her legs. You catch yourself looking, seeing the faintest hint of black before you yank your head back up, but it's obvious she got you to look and your face burns as you see that little smirk grow the tiniest bit.\n\n"Now, on this particular mission, you will be under my direct supervision in the field, as I intend to be right on top of you every step of the way." Her voice is somehow a perfect blend of cool military formality and the vaguest hint of something sensual and suggestive simply by the fact that it is so direct and simply stated while her eyes bore into yours. "You won't have a problem with that, will you?" she continues, leaning forward so that she's both looming over you and putting her breasts more directly in your line of sight. "Being under me?"\n\n<hr>\n[[No, ma'am.|GGMS2x7]]\n\n[[We'll see who's top dog.|GGMS]]

Tenta-Z is a mashup of various popular characters, in an attempt to both give her broad appeal and a broad suite of power perversion potential. The character model is a sleek but attractive woman who seems to be made of near-liquid black latex, complete with somewhat dripping hair that arcs over one side of her smirking face. The only thing she's wearing is a purple 'virgin-killer' sweater, not quite long enough that it doesn't flash her molded latex pussy as the bottom sways from her bent-forward, hip-shaking idle animation. The back of the sweater, of course, also gives the wriggling tentacles jutting from her back free rein.\n\nLike Rapeball, Tenta-Z commands a lot of 'body mod' powers, though the majority of them are based around her tentacles. She has the name for a reason, after all! Grinning, you let your consciousness flow into the model, feeling yourself settle into the character. Just to try out a few of the functions, you stretch the tentacles out and flick them around, reshape them, make your tits grow and shrink, and a few of the other functions built into Tenta-Z's powerset. Satisfied that she's working as intended and that all her starting move macros are in place, you turn your attention to picking out someone to go after with her. Now let's see, first to narrow it down by series...\n\n[[Teen Titans|GG-FF-TZ-TT]]\n\n[[Legend of Zelda|GG-FF-TZ-LoZ]]\n\n[[King of Fighters|GG-FF-TZ-KoF]]\n\n[[Street Fighter|GG-FF-TZ-SF]]

"That definitely sounds like just the sort of valuable work I'd love to be a part of," you reply with a smile. "I've always wanted to make sure that my students would go on to great things, it sounds like I can definitely find that here."\n\n"Wonderful." Professor Xellent leans across the desk to shake your hand again.\n\n"It won't be a problem that I'm not a Talent myself, right?" you ask as an afterthought, blinking as you sit back from the handshake. "I mean, my only extraordinary ability is making a really good mac'n'cheese."\n\n"You mean aside from your genius-level intellect and near-eiditic memory?" he replies dryly. "It shouldn't be a problem. Tolerance and the idea that Talents are not above non-Talent humans are one of the most important things we try to teach here. However, if it bothers you, or if you think being a Talent yourself would help... and admittedly, I can think of several ways, not the least of which is that you might be able to do more to help with any incidents that occur... then it is not out of the question."\n\nThat makes your jaw drop a little. "You're saying I-?"\n\n"While only a very small portion of the population has or ever will have an active 3X-gene, a somewhat larger portion has a dormant one. We have been working on a treatment that will activate it... largely as part of simply learning more about Talents. But if you like, you could take the treatment yourself and see if you develop any abilities... but it is purely an opportunity being offered, there is no pressure on you to do so whatsoever."\n\nYour head swims a little at the thought. You could be... a superhero? Well, or at least a superteacher. Someone with superpowers, anyway.\n\n<hr>\n[[Take the treatment.|HelenNY1x2]]\n\n[[Decline the treatment.|HelenNYPlaceholder]]

"I definitely wanna help out all that I can!" you declare, lifting your fists a bit and nodding firmly, a determined expression on your face. "If that means taking a treatment and becoming a Talent, that's definitely what I want to do."\n\n"Very admirable, Ms. Patissier," Prof. Xellent replies with a smile as he gathers his canes and gets to his feet. "Though as I said, keep in mind that the treatment will only <i>theoretically</i> cause you to become a Talent. If you have a latent 3X-gene, it will most likely activate, but not everyone has one."\n\n"I understand," you reply as you hop to your feet and follow him towards a corner of his office. But in your head somehow you've already started to take it for granted that it will work, as if deciding to undergo the treatment had already assured results. You follow the Professor into a secret elevator (so cool!) that wooshes along in a distinctly sci-fi way, which you can't quite put your finger on what makes it like that but it definitely is. The doors swing open on a very high-tech looking lab with white walls and floors and lots of blinking, beeping equipment. Very impressive! You follow the Professor forward, then hop a bit in surprise as a large figure steps out from around a corner.\n\nHe's about seven and a half feet tall! At least as tall as a professional basketball player, but built like a linebacker, with immense shoulders and a muscular chest. But more than that, he looks like a lion... a pitch black lion, with a thick black mane and a muzzled face, with slit-pupiled blue eyes that actually <i>glow</i> amidst all that black. And for a moment you think he might actually be naked beneath the large white labcoat he's wearing, but it appears instead that he's wearing a snug black tanktop and spandex shorts that blend in with the inky fur. He reaches up and adjusts the monocle he's got tucked against one eye, peering down at you from his immense height. "Good afternoon, Professor. Ma'am," he greets in a deep bass purr of a voice.\n\n"Ms. Helen Patissier, meet Doctor Harold Hatfield, a former student and current teacher here at the school. He's our lead scientist, and the inventor of the treatment you'll be taking. Harold, this is our new humanities teacher, Helen Patissier," the Professor says, gesturing between the two of you.\n\n"A true pleasure, ma'am. I look forward to many spirited discussions of literature and art with you," the lion-man says in a delighted tone, smiling in a way that's both sincere and obviously careful not to show teeth. \n\n"Ditto," you whisper, still staring up at him and feeling overwhelmed.\n\n"Well, I'll leave you two to get acquainted and discuss the procedure." The Professor turns and makes his way back to the elevator, leaving you alone with the huge, fuzzy scientist.\n\n"I hope we shall have a long, fruitful acquaintance," Dr. Hatfield continues, gesturing you over towards another section of the lab, and padding along on bare pawlike feet after you. "You may call me 'Harold' if you like, or 'Harry', though some find it a bit difficult to use that particular diminutive of my name without giggling, for obvious reasons." He lets out a rumbling chuckle, then continues. "In my younger days I also appropriated the nom de gurre 'Lion', perhaps somewhat uncreatively, but again its accuracy is hard to dispute." He opens a locker, then holds out a pair of green hospital scrubs. "There's a large bathroom there, you may wish to change."\n\n"Change?" You blink as you hold out your arms, allowing him to plop the folded clothing into your hands. "Is it an intensive operation?"\n\n"Oh, no, certainly not. It consists of an injection, and then a gentle bombardment by some very mild and, I assure you, utterly harmless radiation. However, there is the potential for some physical changes, and thus wardrobe damage. I assumed you might wish to use some rather disposable clothing."\n\n"I see." You blush a little at the thought of your clothes getting destroyed... though you also have to wonder just how spectacular these changes could be, if they could destroy clothing. Still, you've already decided, so no point reconsidering now. You head into the bathroom and step out of your shoes, working your panties and stockings down, undoing your skirt and dropping it, then unbuttoning your shirt and shrugging out of it and your jacket, then finally undoing your bra. You pull the loose scrubs on over your naked body, then take a moment to fold your clothes. You leave them on the bathroom counter and pad back out barefoot, spotting Dr. Hatfield standing next to a reclined medical chair setting up a drip stand. You walk over and settle down into it at his gesture, then reflexively flinch away a little when he reaches for your wrist.\n\n"Ah... my apologies," he murmurs, a bit of sadness in that deep, lovely voice.\n\n"Oh, um, no, it's alright." You blush, carefully holding out your arm. "It's just..."\n\n<hr>\n[["... you look so beastly."|HelenNYPlaceholder]]\n\n[["... you seem so powerful."|HelenNY1x3]]\n\n[["... you're so big and manly."|HelenNYPlaceholder]]\n\n[["... you're really hot."|HelenNY2x1]]\n\n[["... I hate needles."|HelenNYPlaceholder]]

"I don't think I've met anyone as big and strong and... well... kind of amazing as you are," you murmur, blushing a little and glancing down. "I guess I was a little intimidated, I'm sorry."\n\n"No apologies necessary, my dear... especially after that wonderful bit of flattery," he replies, the sadness in his voice now replaced by merriment. He takes your forearm in one massive, claw-tipped hand, the fur warm and soft and his grip extremely gentle as he dabs a cotton swab at the crook of your elbow. Surprisingly deftly for such large fingers, he slips the needle into your arm and then tapes it into place. Once the drip has started, he rises and retrieves a syringe of shockingly purple liquid, injecting it into the drip aperture. "This will take roughly twenty minutes. You'll likely begin to feel quite warm, that's normal."\n\nYou nod and settle back. Soon your skin flushes, and you feel a little bit of sweat start to break out. You <i>do</i> feel hot... though he neglected to mention that you might feel hot in more ways than one. You really hope he doesn't notice the way your nipples stiffen up under the scrubs top, and you <i>really</i> hope this is over with before your pussy gets wet enough to risk a wet spot on the pants. Your knees are a little rubbery by the time Dr. Hatfield removes the needle and helps you to your feet, showing you over to an upright, open-fronted cylinder lined with what look like white light panels.\n\n"Simply step up there, and we'll begin in a moment." He waits until you've stepped into the cylinder, and then begins working a nearby control panel. \n\nYou gasp loudly as a strong tingling feeling suffuses your entire body. You twitch a little, and then realize that your twitching is because your muscles are flexing... and growing. And it feels strangely good somehow, augmenting that pleasurable heat you felt as your body begins to grow, your muscle tone increasing. You gradually grow taller, the scrubs top lifting enough to bare your bellybutton, then more of your midriff as your breasts also enlarge, pushing out the front. The tingling in your skin is joined by a sort of strange tickly feeling as snowy white fur starts sprouting out all over.\n\nYour widened waist and thickened hips and thighs begin to put a strain on the waistband of the scrubs pants, and then as the structure of your lower legs starts to change they give up and begin tearing away. The light tuft of blonde at the front of your crotch fades to white as it thickens and spreads, turning into a slightly thicker and longer growth amidst the white fur now covering your body. You grit your teeth, lips pulling back as they change shape, your face pushing out somewhat into a more muzzle-like shape, teeth sharpening. Your hair thickens, more of it growing out and around and down the back of your neck somewhat.\n\nYour hands twitch as your claws grow in, and you bring them up to tug at your overly tight, already beginning to tear top, ripping it away and letting your enlarged, fur-covered tits spill free, wobbling as you roll your broader, more muscular shoulders. You give a little yowl as a pressure builds in multiple places in your lower body, bursting into an orgasm between your legs and a long, tuft-ended tail above your newly taut, toned ass.\n\n"Oh my," Dr. Hatfield whispers, his blue eyes wide with shock and wonder. You pant, looking at him, then over to the side where there's a mirror, staring at your new form. You're about half a foot shorter than he is, which still puts you at about seven feet. Otherwise, you're very similar... white where he's black, green cat eyes to his blue, and a bit more slender and feminine overall, large, puffy pink nipples peeking from amidst white fur, but you're still as much of a... well, a big muscular beast as he is, pretty much. "You are... well, I hope you won't mind my saying so, but you are absolutely, breathtakingly beautiful."\n\nDespite the situation, you feel your cheeks color, and you wonder if he can see it under the fur now covering your cheeks. Then you blush even more if you wonder if he noticed you cumming... you can smell it on yourself! Then you realize he must be able to, for two reasons... one is that you can smell his own thick, musky, masculine arousal now, as well as see a particularly large bulge in the front of those black spandex shorts. You suddenly want absolutely nothing more to yank those shorts down and engage in hours of wild, yowling, clawing, bestial sex.\n\n<hr>\n[[Give in to your new animal urges.|HelenNY1x4]]\n\n[[Practice some human restraint.|HelenNYPlaceholder]]

"Hm. Much like my own abilities, increased muscle mass and efficiency, enhanced sensory organs, possibility of a healing factAH!" His musing recitation of your new abilities cuts off as you're suddenly on him like a shot, having darted beneath the rise of the console to yank the front of his shorts down and set that alluring bulge free. You lick your lips greedily as the massive thing falls and almost slaps you across the face. Despite his feline features, his cock is somewhat more canine in shape, being shiny red and marked all over with blue veins, the tip tapering to a point on one side, and the bulge of a knot at the base. Below that is the ring of his sheath and his big, furry black balls spilling over the waistband of the shorts.\n\nYou immediately slid your mouth over it, your new muzzle easily able to make room for the massive member, your throat not even having any trouble stretching around it as you work your way down. You can hear him gasp as you start gulping him down like that, then start moaning as you work your broad, somewhat rough tongue over the underside. "M-ma'am... Helen... we really mustn't, we have to... self-control..." he groans faintly, moments before sliding his thick fingers into your mane, gripping firmly, and starting to fuck your face, growling loudly in pleasure as he pumps that bestial prick past your lips.\n\nYou grab hold of the shorts again, just long enough to rip them off, while he does the same with his shirt and lab coat, clothing falling in tatters to the floor along with his professionalism. His growls and snarls are entirely animal now, the sound of a beast mating as he alternately looks down at you and leans his head back and closes his eyes, lips pulled back from his teeth in an expression of feral pleasure. You put both hands on his hips, your big furry white tits jiggling from the impact of his knot against your muzzle, his balls swaying forward to slap against your chin. \n\nHe brings one hand away from your mane to rest on his own lower back, slowing his thrusts briefly, turning them into rolls of his hips. You pull back off his cock, using one of your own hands to wrap around his knot and give it a squeeze while your tongue washes over his heavy sack. Then he growls commandingly again and you bring his cock back down to slip it back into your mouth, hands going back to his hips as he resumes beastfucking your throat with a pleased snarl, his blue eyes flashing. You can almost <i>smell</i> him getting closer and closer, his heavy animal musk mingling with the scent of your heat.\n\nYou pull back from him, quickly drawing away and turning to prowl a bit away on all fours, your fuzzy ass in the air as you brace on the pads of your toes, claws digging into the floor. You want <i>all</i> of his load inside you... really, it's just a question of which hole...\n\n<hr>\n[[Pussy.|HelenNYPlaceholder]]\n\n[[Ass.|HelenNY1x5]]

You reach back and grab one of your full, muscular buttocks in your hand, pulling it to one side to show off the pucker nestled amidst the white fur. Still not feeling quite sensible enough to be verbal, you give a long, needy growl. Between the two of those things, Lion apparently gets the hint, because he quickly moves in behind you, sliding the pointed tip of his cock up against that pucker and then moving his body into an almost quadrupedal stance over yours before he thrusts in. Both of you throw back your heads and let out leonine roars as his fat red shaft drives into your ass, settling to more growls and snarls as he begins pumping away, furry black balls slapping your furry white pussy.\n\nYour muscular body shifts under his as you respond to the fucking, your wriggling against his belly and chest. But your muscles also begin to grow and swell again, your body lengthening as you grow until you're just as big as the massive black beast pounding away at your hole. Your tits grow larger as well, hanging down heavy and full and firm like round, furry white boulders beneath you, nipples thick and stiff from where they jut out of the snowy fuzz. Lion's balls are soaked from slapping against your cunt, but gradually the sound changes, shifting as your pussy shrinks, literally disappearing into the thicker fur around your crotch.\n\nThe smooth front of your crotch starts to change as you rock back against Lion's thrusts, your firm ass smacking against his hips loudly. It bulges a little, gradually forming a ring... a sheath. A fuzzy sack bulges and begins to fill beneath it as glistening pink starts sliding out of your sheath, growing longer and thicker the more it does, the knot at the bottom swelling and growing as the shaft lengthens. Soon a slick pink canine-esque cock fully the equal of the one pumping into your asshole is bouncing and swaying below your belly, dripping pre in drops and swirls on the cold tile of the floor.\n\nFinally Lion jams his cock forward hard, forcing the knot into your ass right before it swells. Both of you let out another simultaneous animal roar as he begins pumping his load deep into your hole, while your own cock sprays an equally impressive one all over the floor, splattering it into a growing puddle below the both of you. After several moments you slump down, your tits and belly squishing into the puddle while your cock, trapped between tile and fur, still shudders and spurts small streamers of cum. Lion lays heavily atop you, panting doglike into your ear, his cock still shuddering and tied inside you.\n\nBy the time his knot deflates enough for him to pull out of you, both of you have come back to yourselves. He seems a bit embarrassed as he readjusts his glasses and returns to the console, cock hanging limp for the moment and still dripping a bit. You stand up, your own cock flopping around as you examine yourself. Your proportions are still a bit more feminine... the curve of your shoulders and ass, and of course the big globes on your chest... but you're definitely even more of an amazonian than you were before. "Why did I change again?" you ask, sounding surprisingly calm. Well, you feel far calmer than it seems like you should... in fact, you feel great, more confident than you've ever felt, energetic.\n\n"Hm, sometimes new stimuli shortly after transition, or with other outside factors, can cause a kind of 'secondary' mutation," Harry answers a bit absently, before looking up at you and raising his brows. His own awkwardness seems to be fading as well, rapidly growing comfortable with the two of you standing around naked after your bout of bestial fucking. "Something about the particular nature of our coupling clearly made your body inclined to take on more... masculine... traits."\n\n"Hunh." You turn back and forth, then give a soft 'mmf' as your limp cock gradually begins to retract into your sheath. "That feels..."\n\n"Yes, there is not quite a proper way to describe it in a human context, is there?" Harry muses, his own cock having disappeared into the black fur bunched at the front of his crotch. "In any event, my dear, I will insist you take the shower first, as it is obviously the absolute least I can do. At the least it seems like I'll have a bit more justification to the Professor about that fur dryer I designed and installed. I'll have to have your personal bathroom fitted with one as well."\n\n<hr>\n[[Get cleaned up.|HelenNY1x6]]

You grin, then head into the bathroom, showering off the cum that had gotten matted into your fur before stepping into what must have been the dryer he talked about, making happy noises at the jets of pleasantly warm air rushing over your entire body. You laugh a little at your rumpled image in the mirror, the air jets having left you more wild looking than ever, but most of it seems to begin smoothing down by itself after a minute. Glancing at the pile of folded clothes, you shrug and leave it behind... nothing in your entire wardrobe will fit you now. Harry apparently realizes this as well, and has garbed himself in a fresh pair of shorts and is holding out some black cloth to you as you step out. \n\nYou wiggle your way into the sports bra style top that winds up hugging against each of your large breasts individually, outlining them perfectly rather than just holding them, and then the riding-high-on-the-hip bikini style bottoms, which hug your balls and leave them as an obvious bulge on the front, even leaving a little bit of one over your sheath. You give Harry an amused grin, and the little heated flash in his blue eyes says that it was utterly intentional. "You will, of course, have the opportunity to design some garb of your own," he says in a faux innocent tone that makes you snicker. "But obviously the weaving machine could only produce something rather simple garnered from the scans of your body on such short notice."\n\n"Obviously," you reply with a smirk, giving your ass a little shake as if to test the bottoms out, your tail swishing above it. The back of them arcs down rather low so that it can go below your tail, probably lower than necessary, giving just a hint of butt-cleavage. The back of them isn't quite a thong... instead it dips into the cleft of your ass and then covers about half of each powerful, muscular cheek. "Mm, maybe I'll just fight crime in this. Though I think the students might get distracted if I taught class this way."\n\n"Perhaps it's time I took a few refresher courses myself," he replies thoughtfully, before turning at the sound of the door sliding open. "Ah, Priscilla! Excellent. I still have quite a bit of work to do going over the readings of your transition, so I called Priscilla down to show you to your room. Helen Patissier, this is Priscilla Akagi, also known as Torrent, one of my contemporary students-turned-instructors. Priscilla, this is Helen Patissier, of no chosen alias yet, teaching humanities."\n\nPriscilla tucks her thumbs into her belt as the two of you look one another over. She's black, her skin the color of coffee with barely a few drops of cream added, though her hair is as snowy white as her fur, thick and rumpled atop her head and cut short in back, with two long falls over her ears that come all the way down to her chest. In addition to the white hair, her eyes are blue... <i>solid</i> blue, and glowing faintly. She's wearing some sort of red and black motorcycle jacket that ends just below her breasts, leaving her firm, flat midriff bare. The belt aroud her waist has a few pouches and a logo with three X's on the buckle, while her pants are black and red to match the jacket, but... well, they gleam like leather but look as thin and form-fitting as spandex. You find yourself resisting the urge to lick your lips. You've never particularly looked at another woman sexually, but now find yourself imagining throwing her into bed and making her yowl like an animal underneath you.\n\n"A pleasure to meet you." The woman's voice cuts through your unexpected fantasy... rich, precise, with an accent that you're sure you've never heard before. "When Harold told me the new teacher's change was similar to his own, I was not expecting it to be so..." Her gaze visibly wanders downwards a bit, towards your crotch. "... extremely similar."\n\nOnce you would have blushed, but now you just grin. Harry, too, seems rather unfazed as he simply says, "I'll leave you ladies to it, as I've got rather a lot of work to do."\n\nThe white-haired woman beckons you to follow her into the elevator, and a short ride later the two of you emerge into a hallway. "So, Priscilla..." you start.\n\n"'Priss', if you like."\n\n"Ah. Priss. Where are you from?"\n\n"Zebura Prefecture, New Dainippon, Africa." At your blank look, a small smile curls her lips. "Do not feel bad for not having heard of it. It does not exist yet. You will have to get used to little things such as that around here."\n\n"Huh," you murmur. Moving on quickly, you ask, "What do you teach here?"\n\n"Botany. I will have to give you a tour of my greenhouse at some point. Ah, here we are." She gestures to the brass numbers on the door, then holds it open for you. You pad in, finding an elegant room with large bed, desk, chair, small fireplace, and your luggage. "Luckily we already trend towards large beds, due to a variety of body types among Talents. Your bathroom may require some rennovation, but I imagine Harold mentioned that." Then she makes an annoyed noise and crosses to the rather rumpled bed, muttering, "That child, as if he had never made a bed before." She bends over to tug at the sheets and covers, apparently trying to smooth them into presentability.\n\nYour gaze locks firmly on her ass in those tight, form-fitting pants as she leans down, the toned but round cheeks hugged by whatever material that is. You can't help but start breathing harder, your cock unsheathing inside the snug bottoms and sliding down to make an even more obvious bulge over the front of your balls. An urge just as strong as the earlier one hits you, new animal desires welling up and urging you to action, your fur actually bristling with the intensity of your desire to slam your cock into one of her holes.\n\n<hr>\n[[Fuck her right in the pussy.|HelenNYPlaceholder]]\n\n[[Pound that ass.|HelenNY1x7]]\n\n[[Maybe it's time for another shower. A cold one.|HelenNYPlaceholder]]

The straps of your bikini bottom are cut easily with a light tug of two claws, the cloth drifting silently to the floor as you move nearly as silently behind the bent over woman. Not even bothering with trying to yank those tight pants down or rip them open, you just grab her waist and shove forward hard, your hard cock easily piercing through the material and plowing right into her tight pucker. Priss's eyes go wide as she gives a shriek of surprise, but by then you're already fucking her, pounding your prick up her ass, your teeth bared in a half-feral snarl of pleasure.\n\nThough her expression is almost pained, scrunched around the eyes and lips parted, the moans she's making definitely don't sound like pain. In fact you can hear distinct gasps of pleasure every time your heavy, white-furred balls slap against the material still covering her pussy. Quickly deducing she's not going to fight back, you briefly pull out and toss her up onto the bed, quickly scrambling up onto it after her. She's already getting up onto her hands and knees when you grab her around the waist again and plunge back in, and this time her cry is definitely one of pleasure as you resume raping her up the ass.\n\nYou slip your hands up, powerful grip and sharp claws making short work of her jacket, spilling her big brown tits into your gripping hands. You fondle them roughly, but from the pitch of her yowls and the way her ass squeezes around your slick, shining red length, she's enjoying every moment of your molestation. After a few moments you straighten up and shred most of her pants as well, grabbing her asscheeks in both hands to both fondle them and work her back and forth on your cock.\n\nHer asshole is the first thing that begins to change, where it's spread around your pink pistoning prick. It grows thicker and darker, turning truly <i>black</i>, its length squeezing more powerfully around you. The changes start to spread out from there, the skin around her pussy turning equally ink black even as the fat lips start shrinking, growing together and flattening out. Her asscheeks swell in your hands, dark skin gradually beginning to be covered with hair-covered white hide. Her body steadily grows, already fit muscles swelling, dangling, wobbling tits growing and enlarging as they're gradually covered by white hide, nipples thickening and turning dark black as they're surrounded by the new white fur.\n\nExcited by watching her change, you increase your pace, pounding your cock into her ass feverishly as you watch your hips send shudders through her newly rounded asscheeks. About the time that black stripes start creeping across her white hide, your balls begin slapping against her own growing set. You lean back, slowing your thrusts but putting more power into them, wanting to get a better view of her long black cock as it grows, starting as a long shaft that gradually gains a flared, blunted head and a thick medial ring the longer it gets. In fact, it's practically brushing against her tits by the time it's done, her heavy horse balls swaying with the impact of your thrusts.\n\nYou lean forward, tits pressing against her back as you fondle her own big ones, listening to the pitch of her cries change as her face pushes out into a long equine muzzle, her hair shifting into a striped mane that brushes against your cheek. Finally, as you slam your knot forward and force it inside her, she lets out a loud whinny as her tail practically pops out of her body, her massive zebracock shuddering and twitching as she fires her own thick load hard enough that it splatters all over the headboard.\n\nThe two of you are panting, yours coming with the occasional soft growl, Torrent's with quiet nickers, when each of you has an animal ear twitch at the sound of the doorknob being turned. As one your heads turn, looking at the opening door. "Ms. Patissier, I was looking over your results, and-" Harry stops in the doorway, blinking behind his glasses. "... Oh my."\n\nYou grin broadly. Yay, more fun~.\n\n<hr>\n[[Let him have a turn at Torrent's ass.|HelenNYPlaceholder]]\n\n[[Take a turn at his ass.|HelenNYPlaceholder]]

You stand in your alcove, unmoving. The screens in your hood play a constant stream of flashes of your owner's body, of her fucking you and using other sex toys, constantly reminding you of what you are. Not that you really need it, you haven't had an actual thought in years.\n\nThe feed abruptly cuts off, leaving you briefly in darkness before the panel door of your alcove slides aside, revealing your owner's office. You step out and move towards her desk, where she is sitting doing paperwork. Quite familiar with what's expected, you move towards her. Almost your entire body is covered in a layer of shiny black rubber, the only exceptions being directly around your mouth and a tiny hole around your asshole. Your pussy, completely unused, is hugged by the permanently-applied rubber layer, as smooth and black as the rest... well, except for the clear window on your lower back displaying the silver star embedded in your skin. The high heels built into your suit clack on the floor, making your immense goo-filled tits wobble a bit, each one easily twice the size of your head.\n\nStill, you have done this hundreds of times and between practice and programming, you effortlessly get to hands and knees and crawl beneath the desk. Without disturbing your owner, you push up her skirt and pull down her panties, freeing her cock. You go to work, sucking at the sides and licking up the head, unhesitatingly deep-throating it, worshiping it with all the devotion a piece of property should show to the one that owns it.\n\nYou continue to tirelessly suck and deepthroat your owner's cock for the next five hours. Never once does she look down at you or even acknowledge your presence, other than for her cock to several times fire thick ropes of cum down your throat. But then, why would she? As well acknowledge the air conditioner, or the chair.\n\nEventually your owner tugs her cock out of your mouth, absentmindedly fixing her panties and skirt as she shuts down for the day, then without a backward glance collects her briefcase and heads out of the office. You turn and crawl out from under the desk, rising to stand and then walking back into your alcove, turning to face outward so you can be ready the next time she wants to use you. The door slides closed, and once again the constant videos of yourself and other sex toys being used begins to play.\n\nSome might think it would be a boring life. But those people make the mistake of thinking. And being people.\n\n<b>Cyan the Bounty Hunter</b> end - <i>Objectification in space</i>

You're pretty sure that with barely even trying, you could get them to trust you and accept you. But why not put in the extra effort to go a little further? If you're try you're pretty sure you could quickly become not just trusted, but friends, and you think friends would be pretty valuable to have in this new world where you're otherwise all alone.\n\nSo you start out easy, just chatting amiably about nothing, getting the three of them used to you being there and letting them adjust to your appearance. Once you notice them starting to be a bit more at-ease, you gradually steer the conversation towards slightly more personal questions, getting them to open up bit by bit about themselves... nothing deep or personal, just general stuff they might tell to any friendly person in a bar. But it allows you to make the appropriate comments on it, to show them an amiable and personable nature, not judging them or laughing at them (save for the incidents that everyone seems to agree are worth laughing at). \n\nIt takes awhile, but by the time all of you have finished a dinner of bacon sandwiches and washed it down with a skin of beer that's passed around, you've gotten them all completely comfortable with you, and by the time the beer's finished off and a few more stories have been told, everyone's smiling and friendly, even Zara grinning at you and giving off various nonverbal cues that show that she's glad to have you here. Whew... you had to be 'on' all night, but it did sort of come naturally to you. Within a matter of hours you've managed to not just ease their suspicions, but effectively turned the lot of them into your friends and become a trusted member of the party. So that's what a character meetup is like from the inside, huh?\n\n"Well, it's probably about time we turned in, if we want to get a full day's travel done tomorrow," Vera announces as she stands up and dusts off her hips and rear. "Drake, you've got first watch tonight. Oh, Cyan, you can go ahead and use Drake's tent, then," she says with a glance at you and a smile. "And we'll just switch tents with each other as we wake one another up for our shifts."\n\n"Thanks," you reply with a winning smile, which she returns before she heads for her tent.\n\n"Hnh, a place with something interesting to do or a good fight, I hope we find one soon," Zara grunts as she rises to her feet and strides to her tent as well. The tents are relatively low, probably with just enough room for Zara to sit upright once she was inside, so both get on all fours to crawl in... giving you a very good view of Vera's trim ass hugged by the cloth and leather of her pants as she crawls in, and Zara's toned, mostly uncovered one, as well as a few glimpses of her red-furred pussy as her loincloth moves with her motions.\n\nThe view makes you realize that you're really uninterested in spending the night alone. Maybe it's all the effort you put in on being charming, but your brain is insisting that you absolutely need to fuck. You're stuck out here in the woods, you're going to sleep in a tent, the absolute least you can do as far as some comforts for yourself is getting off. As those thoughts resonate in your head, you can faintly feel something stirring between your legs, both a strange sensation to you and the feel of something brushing against your thigh. Putting attention towards it makes you rapidly aware of something you'd somehow missed before... your cock. Oh. Oh, you guess that talk about 'Halfs' in the book wasn't just for show. That takes a moment to absorb... but just a moment. The desire to fuck is still nice and strong... actually, if anything, it's stronger than it was before now that you're aware of the apparently eager thing resting beneath your loincloth.\n\nThe question is, who? You're pretty sure that it wouldn't take much nudging to make any of the three of them receptive to your advances... it's just a question of whose tent you want to crawl into (or convincing Drake to have some fun while on guard duty). Although... you're not entirely sure where the thought comes from, but maybe it has something to do with being part succubus, but you realize that there's one way to get your rocks off without potentially creating any drama amongst the adventuring party. That being, there's a pair of nice, virile-smelling stallions tied up not too far away.\n\nSo just who, or what, are you going to fuck tonight?\n\n<hr>\n[[Vera.|GGTief3x2]]\n\n[[Zara.|GGTief4x1]]\n\n[[Drake.|GGTief5x1]]\n\n[[Stallions.|GGTief]]

Vera's really cute, and kind of sweet... and you kind of want to see what an obvious Dex-Build Fighter can do in the sack, you think with a grin as you get up and bid Drake a polite goodnight before sauntering towards the tents. You get down on your knees casually, then wait until he looks towards the forest before slipping over and crawling through the flap of Vera's tent instead. You've little doubt that someone will discover the two of you together, especially since they trade guard shifts, but no need to announce it to the world, right?\n\nVera sits up in surprise, her hand going towards a sheathed dagger hung from one of the tentpoles, but when she sees it's you she relaxes, propping herself up on her elbows. She's wearing a loose black sleeveless top that bares her midriff, and a pair of black side-tie panties... they look rather modern-ish for a fantasy setting, but then maybe this is one of those fantasy settings with surprisingly advanced lingerie and swimsuit technology like one of your Japanese animes. "Cyan? What's up?" she asks in a whisper as you make your way in.\n\n"I didn't feel like being alone tonight. Y'know, after the shock of finding myself alone in a strange place?" you add, watching sympathy flash across her dark eyes. "I mean, I can leave if you'd rather...?"\n\n"No... no, it's fine," she says, scooting to the side on the bedroll and patting the spot beside her. "Come on over." \n\nYou rest your staff to the side of the bedroll, then flop down beside her and rather brazenly snuggle up against her, feeling her body temperature go up a few degrees and almost immediately smelling a faint whiff of pheremones and arousal. She slides a lean brown arm around you and hugs you a bit closer for all her apparent embarrassment, and then whispers, "You know, when I was growing up, my best friend was a Tiefling."\n\n"Oh?" You blink a little at that. Actually, now that you consider, it makes sense... it was you saying you were a Tiefling that seemed to make such an impression on her and get her to make the others back down. \n\n"Yes. She lived in an orphanage in the town where I grew up. We were very close... practically every day we'd play about, running all around the country and the woods." Her voice has taken on the soft, warm value of treasured nostalgia, trailing up into an almost-laugh. "We were quite the tomboys too! Hunting rabbits and squirrels, catching frogs, swimming naked in the river and then sunning ourselves on the banks lazily afterwards."\n\nBetween the combination of the very beautiful adult woman pressing against you, and the mental image of her as a slightly more slender and even more vital teenager of your own actual age splashing about naked in some gloriously pastoral river, you start to really have a reaction, and before long your new cock is fully stiff and pressing against Vera's hip and thigh. She trails off from speaking, glancing down in a bit of surprise... but you can smell her arousal growing, and when she raises her head those dark eyes have an almost hunger in them.\n\n"Ah... my friend, she was a Half too," she murmurs in confession.\n\n"I see." Oh, that just provides a further mental image and makes your cock throb harder. How do guys ever control these things? It's taking a great deal of restraint not to just pounce her here and now! Especially when she keeps looking at you like she really wants you to. Still, you can't help but ask, "So did the two of you ever...?"\n\n"No... we were parted right about the time we were getting old enough to really... consider such things. But I've always been curious," she admits softly. Her teeth run briefly over her lower lip before she asks, "Would you satisfy... my curiosity?"\n\n"Happy to," you reply a little huskily, mmfing softly as she pushes you onto your back and rolls half on top of you. Her hand reaches down, tugging here and there at the straps of your loincloth before managing to undo it and pull it away, revealing your, ah, endowment and looking down at it. Since it's the first time you're seeing it too, you take a look... your balls are as porcelain white as the rest of you, your crotch completely hairless and smooth, and the skin forms a sort of thick, vestigial sheath around the very base of the shaft. The shaft itself is ink black, long and fairly thick, the head tapered and slender without much bulge around the base. "So, since you saw it in all those swimming sessions... how's it compare?" you ask with a grin as you look back to her face.\n\n"Mm. She... didn't have this," Vera says quietly, making you shiver as she traces a fingertip slowly around the edge of your sheath. Then you moan a little as she presses her fingers and thumb to the top and bottom of your shaft and strokes smoothly up and down the length. "And she had... little blunt ridges running right along here."\n\n"I see," you reply in a breathy voice, right before she leans in and kisses you. Her lips press against yours and her tongue delves into your mouth. When it comes in contact with one of your fangs she briefly hesitates... before even more deliberately tonguing them as your own tongue slides against hers. She breaks the kiss and leans up, wiggling out of her top as you simply pull yours down, both pert olive breasts with light brown nipples and slightly larger white ones with pale pink nipples bared quickly.\n\n"Sex in a tent doesn't leave a lot of room for foreplay or creative positioning," Vera murmurs in between leaning in to kiss you repeatedly, while one of her hands is tugging open the ties of her panties and letting them fall open, baring a smooth-shaven crotch. The panties fall away as she rolls on top of you, grinning as she reaches down between your bodies. "So I hope you don't mind getting right to it."\n\nBefore you can agree that you don't mind at all, you can feel her fingers nudging you into place, and then you're moaning as her deliciously warm, wet, tight pussy starts engulfing your cock. Of course you'd felt your own pussy around your fingers plenty of times... but you never imagined that it would feel this good having one wrapped around you, dripping and grasping at you needfully. And Vera doesn't waste much time either, sinking down on you fully in mere moments, then settling atop you, her breasts pressing to your own as she moves in to resume the kiss. As she swirls her tongue with yours, she begins rocking atop you, her body pressing the two of you's tits together and rubbing them on one another as she works her hips to stroke over your cock. She moans into your mouth as you bring your hands up to grip her firm, sleek ass, both kneading it and encouraging her to rock atop you as her vocalizations get ever more eager and urgent into your mouth.\n\nYou're guessing from the quivers and clenches of her pussy around you, and the way she abruptly writhes and bucks on top of you, that you get Vera off at least twice before you can no longer hold back yourself... must be that good Will save of yours at work. All the same when you can't hold back anymore you moan throatily into her mouth and thrust your hips up, actually lifting her up a little as your cock twitches and shudders, pumping a thick load deep inside Vera... and from the way she gasps hard in your mouth and her pussy clenches down around you harder than ever, feeling like it's sucking you dry, that just sets her off again too. After a moment you settle back onto the bedroll, the kiss breaking for a moment as you both pant for breath, your cock still shuddering slightly inside her dripping tunnel. After she's settled a little she gives you shorter, lighter kisses, the two of you lightly bucking and writhing against each other, less trying to get started again and more dragging out the afterglow of your completion. Eventually though she pulls away enough to roll off of you and flop out at your side, looking over at you and grinning. You can't help but grin back at her. "Curiosity satisfied?"\n\n"Much more than my curiosity," she murmurs, leaning in to kiss your chin before resting back again. She blinks a little as you wave a hand over her, cleaning off the sweat and remnants of her orgasms and yours, then do the same to yourself. "Well that's handy."\n\n"Prestidigitation," you reply.\n\n"Gods bless you," she answers solemnly, which takes you a second before you start laughing softly. She giggles a little as well, then lets out a soft huff, grinning as she looks up at the ceiling of the tent. "I do think you may have ruined me for men. And possibly women. Even what we could do here, in one go, was... quite a lovely combination of the two."\n\n"Sorry if I've complicated your sex life," you answer with a snicker, before mming. "I could probably slip back to the empty tent now, if you don't want me to be here when someone comes to get you for your guard shift...?"\n\n"No, it's fine. I don't mind if they see, it's my business after all," Vera replies easily, tugging you over to snuggle up against her side again. After a moment you can feel her undoing the back clasps of your top and pulling it off of you. "Just sleep, I'll try not to wake you when I get up."\n\nThat seems alright with you, and sliding your arms around the toned woman and resting your head on her shoulder (carefully, you do have horns now after all) you let yourself drift off.\n\n<hr>\n[[The next morning...|GGTief3x3]]

"How about that Doctor Ceratops guy?" you suggest. He's a doctor, after all... heck, a scientist by the sound of it. How tough can he really be? \n\n"I'm sure that'll work out great," Ydoncha mutters, looking back at the controls. You're kind of hoping she'll clarify that she really means it, so you're a little startled when instead she says, "We've pinpointed where his latest hideout is. I'll beam you onto a stealth flyer with the coordinates programmed in, and a quick briefing program."\n\n"Er, 'kay." You step onto the pad, and a blink later you're standing in a small cockpit that there's just barely room to be upright in. Stooping a little to get away from the feeling of the ceiling being so directly overhead, you move forward and sit down in one of the two cockpit seats, staring at the sight of the stars starting to move, then stretching and streaking past just like a particular TV show. Wow, what a coincidence! You'd probably enjoy the sight a little more if you weren't still a little troubled by the implications of Ydoncha's reply to you saying you'd take this mission. Instead you decide to focus on reading the briefing.\n\nOkay, so Doctor Treize Ceratops is a Saurian... to judge by what you've seen of the naming schemes around here, that must mean he's a dinosaur person. The file notes that he's a Saurian Supremacist... that he thinks the further you get from being a dinosaur, the less worth you have, or something like that. He apparently especially hates mammals, and considers them like rats... well, lab rats. In addition to the crimes Ydoncha mentioned, he's wanted for a <i>ton</i> of violations of laws pertaining to genetic engineering, cybernetic enhancement, and other 'forbidden techniques', and applying them to unwilling subjects (mostly mammalian ones). Yikes, this guy does sound like he could be bad news. Apparently he's never actually been captured, either... maybe that's what Ydoncha meant, he's slippery or something, always runs. Well, you'll give it your best shot anyway, if you don't manage to snag him it still counts as a mission, right?\n\nAfter you've been reading for awhile, the motion of the ship changes, and the stars stop streaking by. You look up to spot an almost entirely green globe hanging in the starscape ahead of you... this must be the place. The console in front of you blips, asking whether you want to risk setting the cloaked ship down right on top of Ceratops' hideout, or instead somewhere nearby in the jungle so you have fewer chances of being detected.\n\n<hr>\n[[Land on the hideout.|GGSR10x2]]\n\n[[Land in the jungle.|GGSR]]

You kiss her, keeping it gentle even as your tongues flick together, then use your arms to gently guide her to her back where you can lay half on top of her, your breasts pressing around one of hers and your cock resting against her belly. Her arms slide around you, and you let your hands roam over her gently, before you pull back your head a little. "Everything okay?"\n\n"Hm? Everything's very good, I think," she replies with a smile, dark eyes warm as she looks at you. Then she frowns just a little. "Is this about Drake? You really shouldn't worry, we're only friends, and I don't think-"\n\n"No, no," you interrupt gently. "We already talked about that. He's worried about you getting hurt, is all, but I think he knows I don't intend to." You lean in, nuzzling gently behind her ear, the bases of your horns brushing against her hair. "I'm just checking, is all, I guess."\n\n"Mm, well I'm good. I'm quite good," she answers, smiling again.\n\n"I liked hearing about your past last night," you offer, settling in a bit more. "Especially the part about you bathing naked." You laugh a little as she slaps your shoulder lightly, then add, "No, seriously, tell me a bit more?"\n\n"About my past? Well. I guess most of my childhood is tied up with the friend I mentioned, the Tiefling." Vera settles a little too, her breathing and manner calming some as she speaks, eyes on yours as she does. "We were probably the same age, within a few months... my mother once told me she remembered seeing her being held by the brothers at the orphanage when she took me to the village for the first time after I was born. They gave her a proper holy name from the scriptures, obviously, but I started calling her Dawn... her skin was this rosy orange color, like a sunrise, and when I was very small I thought she looked the way she did because she was the sun's daughter." She grins ruefully, before it spreads into a warmer smile. "But before long everyone was calling her that. Even the brothers, who'd given her such a nicely pious name, broke down and began calling her Dawn. I got an early start to my training as a warrior, because from the day I was allowed to go out and about on my own I'd run from my family's farm to meet her halfway between there and town. Practically every day... it was only in the harshest weather that we didn't meet, and that only because my mother refused to let me leave the house."\n\nHer expression becomes something of mingled fondness and sadness as she says, "And one day, when it was raining and sleeting so hard even I hadn't argued too hard about staying in, there was a knock at the door. Mother opened it, and there was Dawn, shivering and steaming and clutching herself, soaked to the bone. I still remember the noise Mother made as she snatched her off the doorstep and rushed her to the fireside. It was that day I realized that the brothers weren't as studious about keeping her in as my mother was about me, and I wondered how often she'd stood in the rain or snow waiting for me at our meeting place, while I sat home in the warmth merely thinking of her." Her expression is really quite sad now as she continues. "That night, as Dawn slept in my bed, I begged and pleaded with my mother to let her live with us. I said she could have my bed, we'd share it or I'd even sleep on the floor, I'd eat less so she could have a share, just please let her stay. I made my Mother weep with my begging," she adds in an ashamed tone. "And it was up to my grandfather to explain to me that our farm just couldn't sustain another growing body and still pay our taxes to the lord."\n\nShe's quiet for a time, and the two of you simply hold each other. You digest the story some, and you think she's having to do so a little as well, her eyes far off even as they're turned towards the bedroll. But she looks up at you as you finally speak. "It sounds like you really loved her, like family. I'm surprised she isn't here with you now."\n\n"... It was my thirteenth summer when she got chased out of town," Vera responds quietly, the sort of soft tone that says that there would be pain and tears there if she hadn't long ago become used to the pain. "She was accused of taking a bag of gold left on the counter of one of the local stores while the merchant was helping load a wagon. Just because she was seen nearby when it happened."\n\nSomething about her tone tickles in your ears, and doing your best to be gentle, you ask, "Did she take the gold?"\n\n"... Yes," Vera admits after another brief silence, her face twisting a little as if that still hurt to be asked... or to say. "She did take it. She came to me, weeping, her hands trembling as she clutched the pouch. She said she tried to resist, tried not to do it, but she was so tired of resisting her urges to do things like that every day, and it had just been there and no one was around, and almost before she knew what she was doing it was in her hands and she was running away out the back. The guilt was eating her alive, along with the fear of what the brothers would say or do."\n\n"You tried to make it better," you say into the quiet that follows. It's not a question, everything you know about Vera so far makes it clear. "You tried to help her."\n\n"I took the gold. I said I'd hide it in my room and we'd put it back later, so that it looked like it had just gotten misplaced," Vera confirms. She hesitates, then adds, "Truthfully, I thought that even if we couldn't do that, I'd take the blame for it. I'd march into the town square with it held high and announce I'd taken the money, and take the lashing for it. It was stupid, Dawn never would have let me do it. But she didn't have the chance. The moment she got back to town from seeing me, there was already an angry mob there. They tried to descend on her... maybe they only meant to grab her and take her to the jail, but she must have been completely terrified that they were going to tear her to pieces. She threw flame towards them and ran. Even if she wanted to come back, she must have known she couldn't when she heard the screams of the man whose face had been burned. I never saw her again."\n\nShe lays there in silence for long moments, and there are tears in her voice when she says, "It wasn't <i>right</i>! It doesn't <i>matter</i> that she took the money, they didn't know that! And she wanted to put it back! She was sorry that she took it, even without worrying about getting in trouble! That wasn't who she was, that's who they made her be!" You can feel her trembling against you, a sound low in her throat showing she's on the verge of weeping.\n\n<hr>\n[[Calm her down.|GGTief3x5]]\n\n[[Kiss her.|GGTief]]

"Hey," you whisper softly, kissing at her chin, then at her lower lip as you feel her shudder a little. You stroke your hands along her arms, continuing to kiss at her lower face gently as you feel her shaking gradually lessen. "Hey. Hey, it's alright. You're right... you're right, what they did wasn't right," you continue. "That wasn't the way to handle it. She may have done something wrong, but they weren't right."\n\nVera sucks in a breath, as if shocked by that... then lets it out slowly. "... I think I always worried that if I told someone else that story, they'd condemn her. ... And me," she admits, lowering her eyes. "They'd just say 'she did it, she deserved an angry mob'. Or 'why didn't you help her more'?" Her voice cracks a little again as she says, "Why didn't I help her more?"\n\n"You were a <i>child</i>, Vera," you insist, firmly now, feeling honest distress in your chest at how much she's clearly hurting even after all these years. "You were just a kid yourself, you couldn't have done anything against an angry mob, even if you'd actually been there. They were supposed to be the adults, they were supposed to handle it like adults, and they didn't. They betrayed you... you and Dawn. You did what you could for her." You hesitate, then add in a gentle tone, "I'm sure wherever she is, she doesn't blame you."\n\nVera slumps her head against your shoulder and begins to cry. Not the wracking, ugly sobs she had been building to before, just quiet, soft crying that says some of the hurt is finally easing. You stroke her hair and back as she does, feeling a soft rumble build in your chest and low in your throat at the sense that maybe you've helped her. After awhile she sniffles a little, drawing back to look at you. "I haven't... really talked about this. Ever. Thank you, Cyan. Just... thank you."\n\n"It's alright," you say with a smile. Then, gently, trying not to sound accusatory, you ask, "But what we have... or we're building... am I just a stand-in for Dawn?"\n\n"... No," she says, though after a pause that said she respected you enough to at least consider what you asked. Still, you believe her as she tucks in against you again, holding you close and once more tucking her head against your shoulder. "I loved Dawn. I think I might have even been falling in love with her. And I admit... maybe some of what I feel for you is built on the memories of her and my longing for what could have been, because you're a Tiefling." She lets out a rush of air against your skin, then adds, "But you're not her. You're not really that much like her at all, to be honest. But I find myself liking you very much... you're warm and easygoing, and you've been very understanding... not just with me, but with Drake, who is also very dear to me. You haven't once acted uncomfortable or like you wanted to pull away as I bared my soul... for which I can never thank you enough." She runs her hands up and down your back gently. "You're not like her... but you're wonderful in different ways. And if you're willing I'd like you to stay with us. ... Stay with me."\n\n"Okay. Yeah, okay," you murmur, rather happily, as you turn your head and nuzzle in a bit of loose dark hair escaped from her ponytail. "I will. I'm not going anywhere." Though it had been lurking in the back of your head, you turn loose on the thought of going home... it's clear there are more important and deeper things to do here.\n\n"Thank you." She draws back a little to smile, then grins sheepishly and blushes. "Geez, with all of this, we kind of got off track from what we were originally going to do tonight. Let's-"\n\n"Let's just get some sleep, yeah?" you cut in, smiling gently. "You're probably really tired after all that."\n\nShe hesitates in a way that says you're exactly right, but she insists, "I could at least do you, yeah?" as she reaches down, gripping your half-hard shaft where it's pressed lightly between the two of you and stroking it a bit.\n\nYou mmf softly, your cock stirring further, but you gently squeeze her upper arms. "Vera, it's fine. You don't have to. I'm okay just being here for you tonight."\n\nShe hesitates again... then her hand releases you and moves, her arm sliding back around you. "Thank you," she whispers quietly, head tucking in against your neck and shoulder, her lips pressing softly to the meeting of them. That rumble builds in your chest again as she relaxes, and then you can hear and feel her laughing softly.\n\n"What, what is it?"\n\n"You'd best be careful, Cyan Prettystripes," she murmurs against you neck in a teasing tone. "You could really make a girl fall for you."\n\nWell. That might not be too bad a thing, huh? you muse as Vera drifts off to sleep in your arms.\n\n<hr>\n[[Next morning...|GGTief3x6]]

"There's a foul smell on the air this morning," Zara grumbles as all of you sit around the fire the next morning, the skin around her eyes tight and bothered.\n\nYou'd wonder if that was a crack about you and Vera and what she thinks you did last night, but you've smelt it since sometime last night... like the fire in front of you, but dispersed and omnipresent, filling every single breath. You almost feel sick with it. "Forest fire," you mutter, eyeing your plate of food with little appetite as it feels like the smell is settling deep in your stomach and upsetting it.\n\n"Aye. And something else too, something harder to note, but it makes the hair on my spine rise," the big woman declares. "This is an ill omen."\n\n"Let's not talk about ill omens too much when we're due in town half a day," Vera says with a sigh, though it's obvious that she and Drake are a little on-edge too.\n\nThe smell persists all through the day as you hit the road, and in fact only seems to get worse as you approach the cliffside city in the distance... which might have something to do with the plumes of black smoke rising from various parts of it. The gate set in the wall is closed, with several nervous-looking soldiers guarding it. As you approach, one steps forward and raises a hand. "You'd be best off just moving on elsewhere, friends," he says in a hoarse tone. "Klifst is beset by a dragon."\n\n"A dragon?" Drake says, raising his eyebrows. "For real?"\n\n"An ill omen fires are indeed," Zara huffs. \n\n"Aye. It had been reported in the area, so the duke sent out a contingent of soldiers just to investigate if it was the truth... the dragon scorched the lot of them to death and lit fifty acres of woodland ablaze at the same time. It's been more of the same ever since... and now the beast even strikes Klifst itself, burning the guard towers and barracks when it spots them. Soon we'll be defenseless before both the monster and any flock of bandits that has a thought to storm the walls."\n\n"His words are not unwise," Zara mutters.\n\n"We'll consider the wisdom of his words once we've provisioned, unless we want to risk living off dragon-ravaged land on our way somewhere else," Vera points out.\n\n"... Aye." The big woman looks back to the guard. "We'll take our chances in the face of your advice, boy."\n\n"You're warned, at least," he says in a resigned tone, stepping back and giving a call, the gates swinging open.\n\nThe lot of you head inside and then dismount, walking the horses through the streets. There's a smattering of people out and about, but a lot of them seem nervous or tired. Obviously the dragon attacks have taken a toll even on those not directly affected. "Things will get bad here, even if the dragon doesn't burn the place to the ground," Vera whispers, glancing at a group of nervous people who are arguing with a weapons stall merchant about the price of some spears. "Maybe moving on before the day is out is a good idea."\n\n"But we can't just leave these people like this," Drake says, his face a little pinched as he looks towards where a small memorial seems to have been set up with charred black helmets hung in rows on a wall, a woman wailing and beating her fist against the stones below one of them. "Can't we do something?"\n\n"Like what, boy, slay the dragon?" Zara snorts. "Getting a high opinion of your abilities, eh?"\n\n<hr>\n[[We could do it.|GGTief]]\n\n[[Let's just move on.|GGTief]]\n\n[[Something doesn't add up.|GGTief3x7]]

"Something's kind of bothering me," you say as the lot of you continue leading the horses down one side of the street. \n\n"There's no shortage of things here that should," Zara snorts.\n\n"What do you mean, Prettystripes?" Vera says somewhat more gently, her face curious as she looks over at you.\n\n"Something about the sequence of events. The guard said that the dragon had been spotted in the area, so the king sent out a contingent of soldiers to investigate."\n\n"Aye, and the dragon burned them alive," the big woman says with a grunt, though she too seems curious now. In fact, she proves that she didn't make INT her dump stat, since her face starts to dawn with realization even before you speak.\n\n"But that was the first attack, apparently. He didn't mention anything before that. The dragon was just seen in the area... and they sent a ton of armed and armored soldiers out to find it."\n\n"The idiots <i>provoked</i> it," Drake groans, dragging a hand down his face.\n\n"Right. And now it's focusing its attacks on places where more of those soldiers are. This isn't some wantonly rampaging beast, it's pissed off and retaliating because it feels threatened," you agree, stabbing the air with a clawed fingertip.\n\n"So are you saying it could be... reasoned with?" Vera asks, though she's looking more thoughtful. "If we could get the duke to pledge to leave it alone, that it might stop?"\n\n"It could be worth a try. At the least, it-"\n\nYou cut off as bells begin ringing and clanging all over the city, which sets people to screaming and running. "The dragon! The dragon's attacking!" seems to be the general sentiment, to judge by the howls of fright as people either rush to get inside or just dart about in a panic. You jerk your head upwards, and an eerie shrieking roar fills the air as a massive form all in shades of red goes flitting by overhead. It was obviously high up and moving fast, because as it banks and comes back in, it starts getting much, much larger.\n\n"The beast is immense!" Zara roars, letting go of her horse to grab for her ax with both hands, though she looks none-too-eager to actually try using it in this case.\n\nAnd indeed you get a pretty good close-up look at the dragon as it lands heavily atop the outer wall, bricks crushed and knocked aside by its landing raining into the city. It's four-legged and with wings, its horns immense and forward-pointing, the spikes running down its back black and chaotically-shaped, the tip of its long tail bearing a thick black spade... which tears through one of the tops of the guard towers built into the wall as it lashes out through it, scattering more stones and sending the rooftop of the tower twisting and toppling into the buildings below, a barracks to judge by the half-armored men that quickly come scrambling out of it, several of them struck by stone debris launched out from the destroyed building.\n\n"No, don't!"\n\nYour head whips to the side at the shout from Vera. She's rushing towards a crowd that seems to have formed with the arguing spear-buyers from before at its center. Humans (and other humanoid races, it seem) have a fight or flight instinct... and sometimes the former kicks in no matter how ridiculous it is. A number of citizens, obviously stressed to the breaking point, have siezed weapons and are shouting and raging as a mob in the street, jabbing towards the immense murder machine high above. Vera seems to have focused on a boy at the edge of the crowd... probably only twelve or thirteen... and is trying to wrestle his spear away from him. "You'll only draw its wrath!"\n\nYou desperately look around, but both Drake and Zara have been separated from you by the panicked crowds, which seem to have become thicker and more chaotic as people rush about heedlessly. Movement from above gets your attention, and you watch as the dragon's head turns towards the crowd, a new blaze of hatred stoking in its molten ruby eyes. Its jaws part, almost liquid flames fluttering around its teeth and washing over its tongue. A tiny voice demands you turn and run, save yourself, even as your legs already have you hurtling towards your lover.\n\n<hr>\n[[Save the crowd.|GGTief3x8]]\n\n[[Save Vera.|GGTief]]

You rush just past Vera, gripping your staff with both hands as you raise it up. Just as the dragon is inhaling, its throat starting to glow brightly, you channel energy through the staff and call, "Maximized Protection from Fire!"\n\nThe crowd that had been so brave starts to scream as the flames crash down on them like a massive ocean wave, washing through the streets similarly as well. It's uncomfortably hot, like an August day and then being blasted by a heat lamp, but you grit your teeth and bear it as you concentrate on continuing the spell. Next to you Vera seems fine, though throughout the crowd a number of the assembled people lose their clothing, cloth and leather and even some of their weapons distorting and disappearing into ash, leaving the mingled crowd of men, women, and youths suddenly rather underdressed for the business of dragon fighting.\n\nAs the flames die down, you get to see what a dragon looks like when it's shocked, as it realizes that the crowd it tried to incinerate is just fine, if rather naked. You're not too surprised when its gaze shifts to you, as one of the only still fully clothed (well, relatively) people, and the one wielding a staff. Its lips peel back from its massive black teeth in hate... but then something that it sees makes those ruby eyes widen, as if in shock.\n\nIts huge wings beat repeatedly, and it lurches off of the wall, taking to the sky. In mere seconds, it's disappearing into the distance, leaving you standing there to slowly lower your staff, with a bunch of naked people next to you that are still processing that they're not dead.\n\n"Q-... quick work, Prettystripes." Vera wraps her arms around you and hugs you tightly, though after a moment she slumps against you a little as well. "... I really thought I was going to die... very badly," she adds, trembling a little.\n\n"I'm not going to let that happen," you whisper back, putting your arms around her and giving her a gentle squeeze. "I promise."\n\n"Vera! Cyan!"\n\nDrake and Zara come running, several sprawled people indicating that the big woman finally got tired of being polite and cleared them a path by force.\n\n"Are you two alright?" Drake continues as they draw up close to you.\n\n"Yes, we're okay," you answer, stepping away from Vera just a bit.\n\n"... Did the horses get away?" Vera asks, glancing around, obviously doing her best to compose herself.\n\n"Aye, seems like," Zara grunts. "We're not having such a good time of it, eh? What now, though?"\n\nYou glance at Vera, but she glances at you. Apparently your ability to save an entire crowd from dragonfire (a crowd that is now covering themselves and gradually dispersing, most still seeming in a bit of a daze) has elevated you to party leader. So you consider... what's the best next step?\n\n<hr>\n[[Go right to the Duke.|GGTief]]\n\n[[Rest and recuperate.|GGTief]]\n\n[[Deal with the dragon directly.|GGTief]]

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Well, no harm in indulging her, really. You nod to the uniformed girl. "Okay, lead on."\n\nThe two of you make your way over to something that looks like the high-tech version of one of those little airport train-shuttles and settle in as the car flits towards the center of the station, giving a decent view of the stars and other parts of the outpost as you make your way along. The pod eventually starts heading through more solid walls, and the door slides open in what looks like an obvious administrative area, even if they've done their best to make it look all advanced and cool. You follow your short guide as she walks along the hallway, the uniformed woman briefly raising her hand to whisper into the underside of her wrist. When she arrives in front of a particular doorway she turns and gives you a polite smile. "You can go right in, Agent Eve is waiting for you."\n\n"Thanks," you answer with a nod as you head forward, the door sliding open in front of you. You expected the office to be a little bigger, and it's mostly dominated by Eve's desk, a large slab of black with images and text scrolling across it, obviously as much screen as worksurface. Eve glances up from a holographic projection of what looks like a planet as you come in. She's definitely very good-looking, you'd go so far as to say stunning. In person her hair looks more silvery than just white, with a shine to it that makes it look more like precious metal than washed-out or bleached, and her brown skin has a warm near-glow to it. Her fire-colored eyes watch you as you walk in, and you can't help but compare them to a wolf or a hawk... some intelligent predator sizing up something to determine whether to go in for the kill. Just at a guess, she's also at least as stacked and built as you are, if not moreso since the uniform's probably not intended to flatter (but is doing a decent job anyway).\n\n"Hunter Ihde," Eve says with an obviously carefully-calculated coolness. She leans back in her chair, making it quite obvious she could rise to greet you, but isn't. "Have a seat."\n\n<hr>\n[[Sit down.|GGMS2x6]]\n\n[[You'll stand.|GGMS]]

The raptors put the three of you in a pig sty out behind the breeding barn. Though it looks like Callie still has opposable thumbs, all she seems interested in using them for is stroking raptor cock. You're not sure if it was part of the transformation or if her mind just finally broke during it, but she seems perfectly happy wallowing in the mud and getting regularly fucked and gangbanged by your dinosaur keepers. Of course, she's not the only one... you and Jane both receive regular attention as well, getting your pink pig pussies or plump pork butts stuffed speared by big dino dick while you squeal.\n\nOf course, even unattended, you have rather an active sex life. You spend much of your time squelching around in the mud, but quite often Callie takes it into her mind to get a little lesbian pig action going, sucking at your or Jane's teats and using her hooflike fingertips to work your pussies. Once your resistance has broken down, she even 69s with you, you leaning your animal muzzle down to work her still mostly human (but very plump) cunt while she slurps and licks at your animal one. Soon she even has you and Jane taking turns using your broad, powerful tongues on each others' pussies, flat muzzles rubbing against the other female animal's ass as you eat each other out.\n\nYou're not sure how long all this goes on for... there's not exactly a lot to mark the days when you're a farm animal. But one day when you get up, Jane's gone... it's just you and your slightly more upright companion. That night, you notice that some of the scraps in your slop taste an awful lot like porkchops. After a long time of hesitating, you go ahead and eat it anyway. What else is there to do? You're a pig. You eat your slop.\n\nEven if you're pretty sure that someday in the future, you're going to wind up in the slop of the pig-girl currently finger-fucking your cunt while you eat.\n\n<b>Isla Sauria<b> end - <i>Two little pigs</i>\n\n<hr>\n\n[[Back to start.|CharGenMain]]

"You never know, maybe he's either secretly super cool himself, or he's at least got something super cool and fun to do in there," you suggest.\n\n"I feel like you're forgetting that my idea of 'super cool and fun' and yours frequently have a gap between them, but whatever," Leslie says with a snort. "Yeah, okay, let's go say 'hi'."\n\nOnce the two of you have donned your shoes, you head outside and over to the house next door, with you doing your best polite knock. (You may have gone through a phase when you were a kid where you thought knocking on doors was an important life skill and practiced different ones.) A few moments later the door opens, the house's inhabitant blinking in surprise. He certainly is the stereotypical Nerd™, with hair in the sort of default discount haircut style, big ears, thick-rimmed glasses, a button-up plaid shirt and khakis. He's skinny and gawky, even though he's obviously a full-grown adult... it's not quite so crazy that he's to the point of being a full-blown caricature or something, but still, very nerdy. "Ah, hi, can I help you?"\n\n"Yeah, hi, I'm Leslie, I'm your neighbor, this is my friend Cyan," Leslie speaks up, gesturing to you and prompting you to give him a little smile and a wave. "We thought we'd come over and introduce ourselves."\n\nDeciding to include some honesty, you add, "It's summer, we're bored, we thought we'd come see what you were up to."\n\n"Oh! Uh, okay. Well I'm Tayler and... you guys wanna come in?" he asks, stepping back and gesturing you inside.\n\nA quick exchanged glance confirms it, and the two of you stroll inside. You definitely appreciate how his living room is set up as a very 'nerd dream' sort of thing, with multiple chairs and a couch, the kinds with speakers built in and everything, and a massive wall-mounted TV flanked by cabinets housing consoles ranging from the eighties to the one that you're pretty sure came out last week. "Whoa, nice setup, bro," you declare, even Leslie seeming rather impressed as she walks over to examine the cabinets.\n\n"Thanks!" he says, grinning a bit now. "You like games, huh?"\n\n"Oh, yeah, love 'em. Leslie here's the more active type," you note, thumbing at your friend. "But we take turns harassing each other so that I get some exercise and she gets some fun," you add teasingly, Leslie poking her tongue out at you. "So, anyway..."\n\n<hr>\n[["... what's the newest game you've got?"|GGLes2x4]]\n\n[["... is that your phone blinking?"|GGLes3x1]]\n\n[["... who's your favorite waifu?"|GGLes]]

"Hey guys," you announce, unnecessarily pointing at your screen. Something inside you says it's rather silly to do things like that, but eh, personal quirks. "There's a supposedly haunted house not far from here."\n\n"A haunted house?" asks Tanya, quirking an eyebrow. She sounds so surprised, as if it were the first time you'd ever advanced the concept. You resist the urge to roll your eyes and say 'Yes, Tanya, a haunted house, just like the twelve we've been to before that turned out to be tourist traps or normal family homes that we weren't allowed inside'. ... Then again, maybe you're not giving her enough credit and that's <i>why</i> she sounds so dubious. \n\n"I don't know about this," Skinny groans, the first to bellyache about the potential of finally running into something supernatural as always.\n\n"Rrrrr, d'no," Woolly grunts, huffing out a loud breath around his jowls.\n\n"C'mon, guys, where's your sense of adventure?" Ted urges with a grin, glancing in the rearview mirror. "So what sort of haunted house is it, Wilma?"\n\n"It's called the Defir House. The Defirs were a timber tycoon family in the nineteenth century, and it's said in their quest for expansion of land, they were cursed by the Deviluke tribe of native Americans. There's a lot of rumors about what really happened to them, and when I tried to do some checking into their family background, it really does look like the remaining descendants just sort of disappeared, one by one, over a period of years." You adjust your glasses a little bit. "It's definitely an interesting place to check out. Here, Tanya, let me give you the GPS coordinates I found on the internet."\n\nThe ensuing drive is spent listening to Skinny quietly moan as if he had stomach pains, and to Ted start up a muttering diatribe about the evils of imperialist capitalists and how they probably had whatever curse they got coming. (Actually, you've researched the Devilukes and you're not entirely sure you can agree... while real information is scarce, everything seems to point to the idea that they were Not Very Nice™, and possibly quite capable of dealing out much harsher retribution than pretty much anyone would deserve.) Still, you're used to both of these things, and it's not long before Ted carefully guides the Monster Magnet onto a set of beaten-down ruts that just barely count as a trail... you do have to wonder just who's been using it even <i>that</i> much. A few more minutes of carefully navigating around trees and mostly sticking to the trail, the Defir House comes into view, jutting up out of the fog like a vaguely church-ish lump, stains dripping down from its old tile ceiling across the faded white exterior, the whole thing a lumpy jumble of styles as if it had mutated from some more normal structure into the thing now sitting in the woods.\n\n<img src="images/DefirHouse.jpg">\n\n"Wow, what a place!" Tanya gushes, leaning a bit closer to the windshield to try and see through the thick mist that's gathered.\n\n"I dunno, maaan, I don't like this," Skinny groans, leaning over to the side window and squashing his bristly cheek against it to eye the decrepit dwelling. "This looks like the sorta place a, like, psycho killer would hang out while he was makin' masks outta his victims' faces, maaan."\n\n"Yeh yeh, p't duh lo'shn," Woolly ruffs, having risen up to try and look over Skinny's shoulder.\n\n"The mentally ill are a problem created by our evil for-profit healthcare system, guys," Ted admonishes them. "Besides, I could totally beat the crap out of any psycho douchebag. But we're not here for the mentally ill, we're here for ghosts!"\n\nYou hear Skinny mutter something about 'the mentally ill are already here, maaan, you're walking proof', and muffle a giggle in your shirtsleeve. Ted settles the van to a stop not too far in front of the house, and the group starts piling out, Skinny pausing only to grab a battered leather jacket and pull it on against the chill of the night, Tanya similarly shrugging into a purple hoodie jacket. Indeed, despite your sweater you can feel a cold rush go up your back... though maybe that's finally seeing Defir House "in the flesh", unfiltered by computer monitor or window glass. It really seems... wrong, somehow, the angles not seeming quite right for any period of construction or aesthetic, the different sections patchwork, almost like a Frankenstein's monster of a mansion with weeping, black empty sockets for eyes.\n\n"Well, it looks like for once there's no one around to either tell us we can't go in or charge us admission," Tanya observes dryly, tucking her hands into her pockets.\n\n"I ain't so keen on that, maaan," Skinny groans. "I mean, I get caught trespassing, that's gonna violate the hell out of my probation."\n\n"Private property is a construct of the oppressive capitalist system," Ted assures him. "Besides, you know my dad always pays for the best lawyers, we'll be fine. Let's start looking for a way in!"\n\n<hr>\n[[Suggest splitting up and looking for entry points separately.|WilmaHaunt1x1]]\n\n[[You're pretty sure you can get the front door open, actually.|WilmaHaunt3x1]]

As you're wheeled through the hallways, the walls gliding past you, you reflect on the last two months of your life.\n\nOf course you were interrogated, but it seemed pretty perfunctory on their parts. Even if you didn't have subliminal blocks in place to keep you from talking, you don't actually know anything of any particular worth. (At least your gun exploded when a guard took it and walked out of the room with it.) That lasted less than a day, really, of you being strapped onto an X-frame and given a bit of whipping and cropping, even a few jolts of electricity to your nipples. (Painful for the shocks, embarrassing because it made you cum.) One of the scientists wanted to dissect you to get at your 3D-printed organs, but Kuroko apparently had other plans for you. And so you were placed in the cart.\n\nThe padded interior molds to your entire body, pressing you into a tightly-packed kneeling position, your legs bent in and tightly held together against your belly, your arms pressed in just as tight with your fists between your breasts. Only your ass and pussy jut from the rear of the cart, ringed by a tight rubber seal, while only your head emerges from the back, held upright and firmly in place both by the tight straps that lead from your ring gag and connect to the side of the cart, and by your braid which is pulled back through another tight, sealed hole in the cart and tied in a knot around a bar inside... every day as part of your maintenance, the cart girl gives your head a few tugs and yanks, checking to see if your hair has grown enough to need the knot retied.\n\n"Relief time!" said cart girl, dressed like some hybrid of a ninja and a stewardess, chirps happily from behind you as a doorway with a pair of guards flanking it comes into view.\n\n"Was starting to wonder if you were coming by today, you're late," one of the guards comments casually as he moves around and out of sight of you. A moment later you can feel the tip of his cock rubbing along your exposed buttocks as he tries to decide which of your rear holes to use. A moment later you can feel him pushing into your ass, the well-used hole still tight but accepting him easily enough.\n\n"Sorry, the other guys took a bit longer today," the cheerful girl whose name you've never heard (despite the fact that you're with her, and a few others like her, every waking hour of every day) comments.\n\nThe first few days you did your best to fight, of course. You pressed out against the restraining mold inside the cart, hoping to do your best to weaken it over time, hoping to at least hold out until you could be rescued. But they must have noticed your attempts because partway into the first week they added something to the nutrient solution constantly being pumped into you that keeps your thoughts dull and your libido raging... as proven by the fact that you start to eagerly, but almost mechanically, suck at the other guard's cock as he pushes it past the rubber and metal ring holding your jaw constantly spread open, working the underside with your tongue as he starts fucking your throat. After the first month, you gave up hope of rescue... you failed in your mission, and to Katsuko you're nothing more than a discarded asset, and to Kuroko you're nothing but a piece of meat to use to keep her guards satisfied so they won't be seduced on duty.\n\nThe guards grip hold of the cart's handles and use them for leverage as they pump away at you, your view entirely taken up by the black-clad belly of the guard thrusting past your spread wide lips. You can't really see the cart yourself, of course, just what's directly in front of it, but from what you remember when you were carried over towards it, it looks almost identical to an airline refreshment trolley... you're just the refreshment, is all, you reflect dully through a little orgasm as first the guard in your pussy and then the one in your throat spill their loads deep inside you. Having used you as a cum dump, both pull out and accept wet wipes from the cart girl, cleaning up before moving back over to their posts, neither having given you so much as a backward glance. Who stares after the refreshment cart once they've got their little plastic cup of soda and their peanuts, after all?\n\nThe cart girl wheels you a bit further down the hall and around the bend, then spends a few moments cleaning you up as well. She wipes the smears of cum from your pucker and the inner curves of your buttocks, pushing it inside to clear out the inner part of your hole as well, then uses two heavily lubed fingers to briefly finger-fuck you, making sure you'll be ready for the next person who feels like using it. She trots around in front of you, wipes off your face, and then spends a moment applying a smear of chapstick to your lips. She's humming cheerfully as she does it, but you know better than to feel any sense of connection with her for her 'care'... the look in her eyes while she's attending to you says she might as well be oiling a hinge on a more standard refreshment cart.\n\nFinished, she hops up and moves back behind the cart, and once again the walls, floor, and ceiling begin cruising by. This time you make your way into a loading bay, and from there into the back of a truck. The cart girl takes a moment to lock the wheels down, then trots off, the back of the truck closing and leaving you in darkness. From here you'll be taken to another nearby facility to attend to the guards there, then one more, after which you'll come back to this one to start all over again. You don't sleep often, whatever they use to feed you seems to eliminate much of your need for it, but you do occasionally wake up to find yourself in mid-use, sometimes with the guards complaining that you don't use your tongue or that your holes don't seem as tight when you're asleep.\n\nOh well, you think distantly as you feel the vibrations of the truck as it shifts into gear. Not like you have much hope of promotion for doing a good job anyway.\n\n<b>Cyborg 00Kyoko</b> end - <i>Carted away</i>\n\n[[Back to start.|CharGenMain]]

You stare at your phone's screen for a few moments, then manage to unlock it, the broken surface feeling jagged under your thumb, but at least real, as you tap your contacts and then put your phone to your ear.\n\n"... Yeah, Leslie... could you... could you come pick me up at Churchclock Park? And... bring some clothes?" You shudder a little as that provokes the obvious startled and worried question, closing your eyes. "... No, please, just... no questions. Ever. Okay? Promise me? ... Okay... thanks."\n\nYou close the line, then stare around you blankly. Seeing the water spreading, you slowly clamber up to sit on the counter and wait. You can't go outside like this, after all. And besides, why not wait here?\n\nIt's just a public bathroom.\n\n<hr>\n[[Game Over.|GGUL1xEnda]]

You have to get out of here. Now.\n\nWithout really thinking of anything else, you let the cell phone drop from your hand, crashing and breaking further on the floor unheeded as you half-shamble out of the bathroom. You're not even really thinking about getting home, you just have to get... away. Out of here. Away from this place. Anything's better.\n\nYou shiver as the cool night air hits your bare, damp skin, but you barely notice it, just moving at a hurried walk towards the gate of the park. You barely even think of your undressed state, plodding along in nothing but boots, eyes hardly even seeing anything in front of you.\n\nYou do, however, give a short shriek as you're grabbed and hauled off the sidewalk into an alleyway you're passing, before a hand clamps over your mouth. \n\n"What the hell? Look at this bitch! Just walking around fuckin' naked!"\n\n"Whew, she stinks, too! But got a nice fat pussy, bro, check it!" the man holding you declares even as he shoves you forward and fumbles with something.\n\nAt the feel of a hot, hard prick pressing into your pussy, the very physical heat of it, the faint feeling of a heartbeat through your sensitized lower lips and walls, the last of something in your brain breaks. 'Oh good, they're real,' you think with deep relief as he starts thrusting, his groans like music to your ears, the low plap of his hips striking your ass an absolute gift. 'I'm being raped by actual people, <i>finally</i>!'\n\nAs another, very visible prick is shoved roughly towards your mouth, you part your lips and eagerly wrap them around it, starting to suck and lick enthusiastically, clearly startling your owner when you look up at him with a gaze of utmost gratitude. "Damn, she a freaky bitch, look at her getting off on it!"\n\n"Oh yeah geez, her pussy's squeezing me like I'm a fucking lifeline!" the man behind you grunts, delivering a rough slap to your ass that you treasure like gold because you can hear it impact instead of just feel it. "Well don't worry, you slutty toilet whore, we'll find you plenty of guys to give you what you want, then!"\n\n'Thank you~,' you think dreamily, starting to fuck yourself happily between your rapists, rocking back and forth between them and moaning in deep relief and pleasure.\n\n<hr>\n[[Game Over.|GGUL1xEndb]]

You take a deep breath... then cough it out a few times, having briefly forgotten just what the air is like in here. "It's not Narnia, but then she kinda told you it wouldn't be, didn't she?" you mutter to yourself under your breath, turning back to the corridor.\n\nYou start forward, the rubber soles of your sneakers seeming uncomfortably loud in the quiet, chattering, still, constantly moving hallway. Venturing close to a locker that seems mostly intact, you reach out and manage to hook your fingers into it, giving the barely-held-closed clasp a yank. It pops and swings open with a low, soft creak that seems somehow far quieter than it should... empty. Unless you count a layer of grime grown up so thick in the edges and corners that it looks like it could start sprouting weeds if some were available. You touch your fingertips together and pull them apart a few times, making a face... they're sticky, to where it almost feels like strands of something could start between your fingers but don't quite when you do that. You quickly fish a bit of hand sanitizer out of your bag and rub it vigorously. Right, don't touch anything unless you really need to.\n\nYou continue on through the corridor, passing by more wrecked and ruined lockers. You start to wonder exactly what might have busted them up so hard, and then very quickly decide you'd rather think about that whole 'Narnia' thing instead. 'Wonder what Edmund would have done if he'd been about to open the wardrobe door and Santa Claus had shown up and said "Here let me teach you Magic Missile first"?' you muse, glancing back and forth again as that skittering noise gets unmuffled again briefly. 'Haha, there's a fanfic right there! Of course then you've gotta wonder what Jadis would think when she met Magical Edmund. More fiction should be multiple choice, haha, hahahaha!'\n\n... Okay, stop a second and calm down. Creepy insane laughing still counts as insane if it's happening inside your head. Maybe more.\n\nEventually you come to a split in the path... specifically, it looks like you could keep going straight, or turn right or left. The lockers continue on to the right as far as you can see, but it looks like there's only a few more banks of them to the left and ahead, and the hallways change after that. Hard to see exactly how from here, the light doesn't stretch quite that far.\n\nOkay, which way to go?\n\n<hr>\n[[Right.|GGMB]]\n\n[[Left.|GGMB4x9]]\n\n[[Center.|GGMB]]

You're getting a little tired of the lockers, and of trying not to think of how they got in their banged-up state. Either of the paths that offer a break from that seem like a good idea.\n\nYou turn to the left and head that way, somehow briefly feeling vulnerable when you're out in the "intersection". On impulse you swing your flashlight upward to look at the ceiling, but see nothing but that moldy white tile. ... You have the weirdest feeling though that you <i>just</i> missed something scuttling out of the way. ... Probably just paranoid.\n\nYou continue on, the lockers falling away to more... generic hallway? In fact it seems very patchwork... random spots of peeling, moldy wallpaper, cracked tile, pebbly stucco paint, virtually any kind of indoor wall covering you could imagine, just kind of... plopped on wherever in bits and pieces. It's definitely different than the lockers, you'll give it that. Your heart jumps a bit with interest as you finally spot a door... it looks like the front door of a house, in fact, with frosted glass panes replacing two of the upper panels, though there's just darkness behind it. You grab the curved handle and press down on the little pedal-style latch above it, having to give a few shoves to dislodge the door from where it had apparently twisted and warped slightly in its frame. To your disappointment, the interior goes nowhere but to a short alcove that's almost completely filled with rubble that looks like it collapsed from above, mostly wood and a bit of stone but also a large amount of dirt, with barely enough space for the door to mostly open.\n\nYou stick your head into the amount of space available and peek up and around just to be sure... yeah, looks solid in the rubble, no way through or over. Disappointed, you close the door and start on again, then pause, a sudden chill slipping over you. Sima said that the doors in here went to other realities. So... what does it mean that one's collapsed and, well...\n\n... "dead"?\n\nDeciding that's another one of those thoughts that really isn't helpful to pursue right now, you continue on. You soon come across another door, this one made of thick, heavy wooden planks banded with black iron, with a simple heavy ring for a knob, the gap beneath the door dark. It takes a few tries of hauling on it with both hands, making the light of your flashlight skew a bit chaotically around the walls and ceiling, before you manage to pull it open. But like the other one it's closed off... there's a wide mortar and stone corridor inside, but it's collapsed and filled in with rock and wood rubble as well... it looks like by having a set of wooden support beams deliberately hewn through, to judge by the slightly clean cut points on some of them. Shuddering, you push the door back closed and continue on.\n\nYou pass a few more doors of different types, but all of them are dark, and you decide to move on without bothering to check them, but the thought keeps lurking in the back of your mind: what happened? But you're soon distracted by the noises... that skittering sound is getting more steady, and the periods of it being unmuffled and close by seem to be drawing closer together. Too, that <i>tmp, tmp</i> seems to be getting louder. Are you getting closer to the machine or whatever it is?\n\nThen suddenly the skittering turns into a skittery, clattery rapid flapping and something shoots out of the darkness just above and in front of you from the darkness of the ceiling. You let out a scream as it seems to come right at your face, instead striking just below in a blur of wings and motion. It only weighs about as much and is moving with as much momentum as a cat, but between the angle and your shock it's more than enough to knock you sprawling onto your back, the flashlight skittering across the floor and thumping against the wall, winding up pointed back at you.\n\nAnd therefore giving you a perfect view of the massive cockroach now perched on your chest. It's at least as long as your forearm, its legs flitting back and forth in little motions, the barbed 'feet' at the end catching in your clothes or scratching lightly along your arms. It seems to be regarding you with those domed compound eyes, its mandibles clicking almost as rapidly as its wings were when it flew at you.\n\n<hr>\n[[Mana Beam!|GGMB]]\n\n[[Mana Disrupt!|GGMB4x10]]\n\n[["AAAAA GETITOFF GETITOFF GETITOFF!"|GGMB]]

This one sounds fun, a door that, if opened "exactly upon the hour" leads not to the other side like it usually does, but to some sort of strange space between different worlds. You wonder if it has bad wallpaper and soggy carpet and is full of an increasingly lore-breaking array of jumpscares, heh. Still, you're amused enough that, on a whim, you punch the set of numbers into the search engine on your phone and-\n\nBlink as the phone's GPS app pops up displaying a path marker.\n\n'O... kay, that's interesting,' you think, staring at it for a few moments. Actually, that location looks familiar. Mostly more curious than anything, you get up and stuff the book in your messenger bag, shouldering it and heading back out.\n\nThe further along the path you follow the GPS walking instructions, the more certain you become of your original guess. When you get to where you're close to on top of the dot, you look up and are not at all surprised to see Deviville High School ahead. 'Yuuup. Huh, that's kinda amusing. Know some people that'd love to know our school has a "secret lore" like that,' you muse as you glance back and forth before crossing the street, still approaching. The dot is somewhere inside the school, indicating its position may be accurate enough to indicate an actual door and, well, you're still curious. Plus this kinda just got more thrilling... sneaking around the empty school in the middle of summer, trying not to get caught? Oh yeah, this is turning thrilling!\n\nYou have to try several of the side and back doors before finding one that's open... you figured at least one had to be, for the various extracurriculars that still do stuff over the summer. (You find it hard to imagine having "fun" by signing up for any activity that essentially winds up with you going to school and obeying teachers and getting graded year round, but eh, you have friends who are cheerleaders so you try not to judge.) You ease in, heart hammering briefly as you somehow expect an alarm to go off or a security guard to instantly materialize but... nope, you're good! Grinning, you set off down the hall, trying to keep your sneakers from squeaking too much on the tiled area.\n\nYou feel a bit more relaxed as you get onto the hard carpet, though it still makes your footsteps thump a bit in the long, empty hallways that seem somehow almost cavernous now that they're not crammed with shoulder-to-shoulder students trying to get all the way across the building and up two floors with a break to change massive textbooks in the five minutes allotted for travel between classes. Speaking of, the turn of the GPS leads you up one stairwell, your shoes clumping lightly on the sort of weird smooth brick they're made out of. You pause on the landing, waiting to listen for signs of any of said security or maybe janitors, ready with an excuse should you be found. But no, complete silence... like a tomb.\n\nYou give a bit of a shiver at the thought, the feel of the school around you suddenly really feeling distinctly tomb-like. Part of it's that they still seem to have the AC going full blast, making it chilly, but also it's that with the lights off and you now well away from the windows and in the curve of the stairwell... almost like a big stone hand cupped possessively around you... it really is very dark, and cold, and still. You find yourself really wanting to break and run back home and probably toss the book in the back of the closet and try not to think of it again.\n\n<hr>\n[[Sounds good let's gooooooooooo!|GGMB]]\n\n[[Pfft, pussy.|GGMB4x3]]

Soon you're able to show off Project Odyssey to numerous investors and interested parties, gaining contracts for it from deep sea explorers, miners, arctic expeditions, and numerous others as well as the space program. You and Gregory continue to develop Project Odyssey further and further, with Gloria's able assistance (in all aspects of life), while its obvious benefits spur on new and exciting ideas for space exploration and colonization. A new space race has begun. The simple fact of reactive, automatic space suits that can last for days, weeks, or with further developments months while leaving their user free and agile to work without worry make a moon colony not just feasible, but a concrete reality within a matter of years.\n\nNew generations of the sensor chip are not only biological, but integrated into the genome so fully that they're inheritable. Your and Gregory's first child is also the first child born with the adaptive trait as a natural part of the process, and goes on to be the first colonist of Alpha Centauri at only ninety-one years young. Luckily Gregory, Gloria, and yourself are all around to enjoy it as well, the adaptive process and various other processes you've developed having stretched the human lifetime into being measured in centuries rather than decades.\n\nYou live to see your great-great-great-great-grandchildren making their way into new and exciting parts of our galaxy, and after you are gone are remembered as a legend for generations to come.\n\n<b>Private Lab</b> end - <i>Mother of the future</i>\n\n<hr>\n\n[[Back to beginning.|CharGenMain]]

When you were flipping through, you found a section that announced itself as being about where to find magical creatures... as in, it seemed to be about magical creatures. But as you looked a bit closer, something about that seemed off, and you soon realized it's not about the creatures really, it's about the places where they gather... specifically, places of magical significance of some kind. Once you realized that, it was easier to find both the creature-attracting ones and ones that are apparently magical of their own accord. There are lists of numbers that you're assuming are some sort of coordinates, \n\n'This really is a kinda weird book,' you muse thoughtfully, actually frowning a little as you look through it. Maybe...? ... Naaah. Don't be stupid, Cyan, you're not a credulous little kid anymore. You're sixteen. Practically elderly, with wisdom of the ages. \n\nSo yeah! Let's go find a stupid "magical" place to poke with a stick and take pictures of!\n\n<hr>\n[[Werewolf gathering.|GGMB5x1]]\n\n[[Alien landing.|GGMB]]\n\n[[Portal to beyond opening.|GGMB]]\n\n[[Door between worlds.|GGMB4x2]]

Still rather stunned and operating on reflex, you pull the book over and start staring at the circles drawn on the (admittedly now much more legible) pages, before glancing up at her and frowning. "Wait, what's a Spark?"\n\nSima grins impishly again. "I'll tell you later, when you've got a few adventures under your belt. It'll make more sense then."\n\nYou eye her for a minute, then shrug and return to studying the book. You already get the sense that Sima doesn't tell anyone anything until she feels good and ready, and to be honest you're not sure how many more revelations you can take today. Other than the fact that you are apparently going into the creepy interdimensional space, for which you seem to be arming yourself with a death ray and some sort of... magic grenade?\n\nEventually you tell Sima that you're pretty sure you've got the circles thoroughly memorized, and she leads you back out of the school and onto the grounds, assuming her previous appearance as she does. She points at one of the trees that's... well, it's a tree, one of the very cultured, sort of generic trees that government buildings strive for. "That one, I've always hated that one, so no loss if you go overboard and blast it out of existence. Still, try not to, we only want to prove you've got it working. So, you want to make a focusing gesture... some people like using the palm, or a fist, or even firing it out of their eyes, though I think that one's got a few too many drawbacks despite its appealing Extra-ness... as you visualize the Mana Beam design and then push energy through it. Just do a little, though, we don't wanna risk drawing too much attention."\n\nYou nod, and take a deep breath, shaking off the last of your 'this can't be real'ness as best you can. You were always a Piccolo fan, so you hold up two stiffened fingers and bring your hand up, focusing on bringing the spell circle you memorized from the book to mind. It's weird... as you do, you start making little tweaks to bring it into three dimensions as seems right, so that it becomes more of a cone with the lines between the circles interconnecting them. Aiming the mental cone along with your fingertips, you just sort of... focus and "push" towards the same spot, but not too hard. \n\nA faint blue beam of light, still just visible in the bright afternoon sun, shoots out of your fingertips and zips straight and true through the air, striking the trunk of the tree and leaving a round little scorchmark, with a waft of smoke rising up from it just like you'd touched a woodburner to it. While you're still staring slack-jawed, Sima gives a soft 'ooooo' and claps with her fingertips. "You're a natural! Well, and no surprise."\n\n"Um. Whoa," you murmur, staring at your fingertips as if they might be smoking too.\n\n"Now, you want to be careful with that," Sima says as she turns towards you, with you obligingly turning towards her. "The beam does get more powerful the more mana you put into it, but even someone with big reserves like yours can run out, especially early on when you don't have a good grasp of feeling out your 'tanks'. Fire it off too powered-up or too often and you can wind up exhausting yourself physically, or just passing right out."\n\n"Which is not ideal when you're in a situation where you feel the need to fire off a bunch of zap rays, yeah," you say dryly, wiggling your fingers, then frowning. "What about the other one, should we try it?"\n\n"No, that's definitely not something you want to go using casually," she warns, holding up a finger. "Mana Disrupt basically sends a jangling shock through the energy flow of whatever you're touching. Something like trees all it will do is make them wilt and maybe die, no point doing that even if it's boring. Your average non-magically-awakened person or regular animal, it'll probably knock 'em out cold for a few hours and leave 'em feeling like crap for a day or two once they wake up. Now, your small magical critters... your goblins, kobolds, things like that that mostly have magic sort of binding their existence together... using it on them can make them go 'pop' in a rather nasty way," she explains, giggling a bit as you make a face. "Larger and more powerful ones and magically-endowed individuals like mages, depending, range from once again knocking them out, to just sort of messing with their ability to do magic temporarily, to doing practically nothing, to... getting chaotic," she notes, raising her eyebrows. "And beings whose entire existence is magic, like say your average Slime, well it can <i>definitely</i> get chaotic there, so be real careful with it. Especially since it uses your mana too just like the beam, and also you have to touch whatever-it-is to use it."\n\n"Mm. Got it," you murmur, looking at your palm. Then eyeing her. "Beings whose entire existence is magic... would that include you?"\n\n"That'd include meeeee," she chirps cheerfully, apparently unoffended by any implications, putting her fingertips to her cheeks and briefly assuming her "real" form despite still being outside.\n\n<img src="images/Sima.jpg">\n\n"Of course you definitely shouldn't use it on me," she declares mock-solemnly as she resumes her human appearance. "I mean, besides the fact that I'm your dearly beloved friend who wants to help you go on adventures."\n\n"'Course you are," you reply dryly, but sincerely, grinning at her. Then you raise an eyebrow. "But just out of sheer curiosity, what would happen if I did?"\n\n"Do you like Deviville?"\n\n"Well. Yeah."\n\n"Do you like the county it's in?"\n\n"I... guess?"\n\n"Then don't."\n\n... Oh.\n\nShe glances at her watch. "Okay, we're coming back up on the hour. You still up for this?"\n\n"I don't think I'm gonna go back on it <i>after</i> I learn to shoot death rays."\n\n"Good call! Okay, let's head in."\n\nShe leads the way back inside and to the door, resuming her true appearance once you're well inside the hallways... that really must mean there's no one else around. You try not to be distracted by the sight of her pert little butt in those rather tiny panties as she heads up the stairs ahead of you, but from the slightly smug twitching of her tail she's well aware of it. Once back in front of the closet door, she turns towards you. "Alright, be careful in there. Eyes, ears, and all the rest of your senses on alert. The Corridors are dangerous, and that means anything that survives in there is dangerous too. Which doesn't necessarily mean it's <i>hostile</i>, but it will be dangerous," she notes, before shrugging and gesturing to the door with her hand. "But most of it's hostile."\n\n"Right." You eye the door, then look at her. "So other than being careful, what should I actually <i>do</i>?"\n\nShe shrugs. "Explore a bit. Take in the ambiance. Maybe find some cool stuff that got left there or fell out of reality. Find some doors and visit other worlds, though be careful about that too."\n\n"And how do I find my way back? Including from those other worlds?" you ask with a frown.\n\n"You've got your phone, right?" At your nod, she says, "That string of numbers you put in isn't just coordinates, it's a sort of incantation. Your phone is now a talisman... inside the Corridors, selecting 'Home' should take you back to this door, but in any other reality selecting the entry it put in for the numbers will lead you to the nearest entrance to the Corridors. So make sure you don't lose your phone, and make <i>extra</i> sure you don't lose the book," she adds firmly, wagging a finger. "If you lose the phone you can put the book's coordinate string into or onto anything that functions as a map and get back to the Corridors, it'll just be a bit harder to find the right door from there. Lose the book, well, if you've still got the phone you could probably get home, at least, assuming the battery didn't run down on you while you were away from somewhere you could charge it. Lose both..."\n\n"And I'm screwed, yeah," you murmur, eyeing the door again.\n\n"You're not chickening out now after all, are you?" she says teasingly, but with just a bit of a piercing look in her now fire-colored eyes.\n\n<hr>\n[["No!"|GGMB4x7]]\n\n[["... No, but..."|GGMB]]

"Are you kidding?! I can't fight terrorists!" you blurt, putting a hand to your chest. "I'm only sixteen! You guys are crazy if you think I can... disarm a chemical warhead or something, just because I'm good at games! Look, sorry, but find someone else, I'm going home!"\n\n"Oh, Cyan, honey," your mother says with a sigh. "Don't be ridiculous. Once you got this far, you were never going home."\n\n"W-wha-" You start to take a step back, only to have a pair of guards you hadn't even noticed moving into position grab you by the arms and lift you off your feet. "HEY!" you protest, kicking as they start to carry you towards one of the hallways.\n\n"Room 101 is already prepared," the Handler says blandly as your mother and Fuchsia fall into step behind the guards carrying you. "Let's hope she doesn't take too long, Agent Brown is bringing her girlfriend by tomorrow and I doubt that one's going to be any more willing."\n\n"This is crazy!" you shriek, twisting and jerking to try and get free, but the guards' grip is more like that of a robot than anything human. "You can't make me a spy against my will!"\n\n"It's just a little mental conditioning, dear, you'll be fine," your mother says soothingly. "Fuchsia, you've already gotten the things together for her father?"\n\n"Yeah, sure, once you've run the subliminals for a few nights, he'll forget she ever existed, and even seeing her stuff will just make him blank and dismiss it," the brightly-haired girl says.\n\n"WHAT?!" you yelp.\n\n"Well you'll be a useable agent after this, honey, but I'm afraid you won't have much of a personality or any sense of free will once we're done," your mother replies gently, reaching out to pat your back as the guards turn and carry you through an archway into a circular, glaringly white room, its only feature something like a high-end dentist's chair. You continue to twist and jerk, but it's shock more than anything as your mother comes around in front of you and begins calmly tugging off your shoes and socks, then undoing your jeans. "Don't worry, you'll be very happy to serve once it's all done," she coos as she hooks her latex-clad fingers into the waistband of your jeans and panties, pulling both down to bare your ass and pussy to the whole room, and working them down your kicking legs. "And eventually, after many years of service, you'll probably develop an outward personality again. Then you can be placed with a genetically chosen mate, and have a superior potential daughter to serve the agency one day, just like me!"\n\nThat last bit stuns you long enough for the guards to half-throw, half-shove you into the chair, pressing your wrists and ankles against it, metal restraints snapping out and tightening around you to keep you from moving. "This is insane! Let me go!" you demand, thrashing against the chair, but barely able to move, your bare ass rubbing against the padding. You glare as the guards, your mother, and Fuchsia all walk out, the door sliding closed behind them and its seams disappearing, leaving you in a featureless and now somehow endless white void. It suddenly becomes hard to keep track of time, or where you are, and you start panting as you don't know whether you're sitting in place or moving.\n\nYou jerk in place a little as a pleasant female voice speaks up from all around you. "Hello. Welcome to Room 101. Your recommissioning as an agent of the Organization will begin now." You find your legs being force to spread as the lower half of the chair splits, a curved silver piece of metal pushing out of the front of the chair and sliding across your crotch and coming to a stop at the top of it. You cry out as a pair of smooth, apparently frictionless metal poles push into your pussy and your ass, spreading you open and going in deeper and deeper, making you feel even further locked in place even as you try to squirm. You can feel something pressing up against and around your clit as well, conforming to it, and jerk your head a little as a pair of poles slide to either side of it, almost touching your ears. "Your conditioning will begin in a moment. Please relax, and give up all illusions of resistance. The longer you hold onto your personal identity, the more unpleasant the process will be."\n\n"Fuck you!" you snap, shuddering at the little clicking feel of the poles in your lower holes settling fully into place.\n\n"Conditioning will begin now," the pleasant female voice says. Then it's suddenly replaced by a truly awful, truly agonizing voice... somehow harsh and grating and slimy and oozey at the same time, everything about it sending a sense of instinctive revulsion through you. "<b>Thin̷k̶i҉ng ͢of̢ ͢what's̡ good fo̕r̕ yo͞urs̸el̴f̛</b>."\n\nYou scream as the poles inside you, the attachment against your clit, and the poles to either side of your head all crackle with electricity, sending a surge of intense pain through your body, making you twitch and shudder violently as your fingers grip the edges of the arms of the chair, your naked hips jerking and twisting as much as they can against the restraining arch of the thing covering your crotch. You whimper and sob softly as the agony ends, slumping against the chair, until a new voice comes. This one is as pleasant and soothing as the last one was awful, gentle and pitched just right to make you think everything's going to be okay. "<span style='color:#FF215C;'>T</span><span style='color:#FF2562;'>h</span><span style='color:#FF2968;'>i</span><span style='color:#FF2D6F;'>n</span><span style='color:#FF3175;'>k</span><span style='color:#FF357C;'>i</span><span style='color:#FF3982;'>n</span><span style='color:#FF3D88;'>g</span> <span style='color:#FF4595;'>o</span><span style='color:#FF499C;'>f</span> <span style='color:#FF51A8;'>w</span><span style='color:#FF55AF;'>h</span><span style='color:#FF59B5;'>a</span><span style='color:#FF5DBC;'>t</span><span style='color:#FF61C2;'>'</span><span style='color:#FF65C8;'>s</span> <span style='color:#FF6DD5;'>g</span><span style='color:#FF71DC;'>o</span><span style='color:#FF75E2;'>o</span><span style='color:#FF7AE8;'>d</span> <span style='color:#F67DEA;'>f</span><span style='color:#F27FEB;'>o</span><span style='color:#ED81EC;'>r</span> <span style='color:#E585EE;'>t</span><span style='color:#E187EF;'>h</span><span style='color:#DC89F0;'>e</span> <span style='color:#D48DF2;'>o</span><span style='color:#CF8FF3;'>r</span><span style='color:#CB90F4;'>g</span><span style='color:#C792F5;'>a</span><span style='color:#C394F6;'>n</span><span style='color:#BE96F7;'>i</span><span style='color:#BA98F8;'>z</span><span style='color:#B69AF9;'>a</span><span style='color:#B29CFA;'>t</span><span style='color:#AD9EFB;'>i</span><span style='color:#A9A0FC;'>o</span><span style='color:#A5A2FD;'>n</span><span style='color:#A0A3FE;'>.</span>"\n\nThis time the devices penetrating you and surrounding you all hum deeply, an almost pleasant, soothing noise, that's drowned out by your strangled moaning and gasping as you instantly cum and keep cumming. Your eyes roll up in your head and your teeth clench, drool running down the corner of your chin as you shudder in something that's a cross between one long orgasm and a number of overlapping ones. When it's done you're panting, your bangs plastered against your forehead with sweat, your shirt clinging to you and showing off your stiff nipples.\n\n"<b>Do͏̕i͜n̢͏g͘ ̴̨w҉̕ha̢̕t̵ ̵̧yo҉u̢̡ ͏͡w̨a͘͞n̢t͜.</b>"\n\nYou scream again, arching your back hard as pain surges through you again on the heels of that horror of a voice violating your ears, the pain seeming to run along every nerve between your head and your cunt and spark out at the meeting place between the two.\n\n"<span style='color:#FF215C;'>D</span><span style='color:#FF2968;'>o</span><span style='color:#FF3175;'>i</span><span style='color:#FF3982;'>n</span><span style='color:#FF418F;'>g</span> <span style='color:#FF51A8;'>w</span><span style='color:#FF59B5;'>h</span><span style='color:#FF61C2;'>a</span><span style='color:#FF69CF;'>t</span> <span style='color:#FF7AE8;'>y</span><span style='color:#F67DEA;'>o</span><span style='color:#ED81EC;'>u</span><span style='color:#E585EE;'>'</span><span style='color:#DC89F0;'>r</span><span style='color:#D48DF2;'>e</span> <span style='color:#C394F6;'>t</span><span style='color:#BA98F8;'>o</span><span style='color:#B29CFA;'>l</span><span style='color:#A9A0FC;'>d</span><span style='color:#A1A3FE;'>.</span>"\n\nYou moan in shamed pleasure as your tongue lolls out, your head flopping back against the chair and hips moving on their own, desperately trying to fuck against the buzzing, trembling metal shafts violating your pussy and ass.\n\n"<b>B͏̶ei͘͟n̵͡ǵ̴̴ ͝à̀n̸̸͠ ̢i̶̡̡n̡҉͢d̶̵͞i̡͡v̸̀i̢dua͟͟l̢.͡</b>"\n\nYour through feels raw with the scream this time, like it more tears out of you than is just a sound you make, the pain somehow only growing more intense, not dulled at all by the repeated shocks or the climaxes between. "No, no," you whimper, sobbing as you see clearly where the conditioning is going, but completely unable to do anything about your instinctive, involuntary reactions to the stimuli.\n\n"<span style='color:#FF215C;'>B</span><span style='color:#FF2664;'>e</span><span style='color:#FF2C6D;'>i</span><span style='color:#FF3176;'>n</span><span style='color:#FF377F;'>g</span> <span style='color:#FF4290;'>a</span> <span style='color:#FF4DA2;'>p</span><span style='color:#FF53AB;'>a</span><span style='color:#FF58B4;'>r</span><span style='color:#FF5EBC;'>t</span> <span style='color:#FF69CE;'>o</span><span style='color:#FF6ED7;'>f</span> <span style='color:#FF7AE9;'>t</span><span style='color:#F97CEA;'>h</span><span style='color:#F37FEB;'>e</span> <span style='color:#E784EE;'>o</span><span style='color:#E187EF;'>r</span><span style='color:#DB89F1;'>g</span><span style='color:#D58CF2;'>a</span><span style='color:#D08FF4;'>n</span><span style='color:#CA91F5;'>i</span><span style='color:#C494F6;'>z</span><span style='color:#BE96F8;'>a</span><span style='color:#B899F9;'>t</span><span style='color:#B29CFA;'>i</span><span style='color:#AC9EFC;'>o</span><span style='color:#A6A1FD;'>n</span><span style='color:#A1A4FF;'>.</span>"\n\n"HNNNNNNNNH!" Your eyes roll up hard again as an even stronger orgasm pushes through you, your pussy gushing around the pole penetrating it and dribbling down onto the padded seat of the chair. Trying to fight it does nothing, trying to convince yourself you don't want it does nothing, the climaxes are a purely physiological thing that tear through you, as involuntary as the pain, and battering your brain in connection with the concepts just as hard. "N-no, no, stop..."\n\n"<b>Ţ͠h̡͟͝i̷ǹ͠k̴͘͡in͘ģ͜ ͠ó͝f͡͏̛ ͟ỳou̴̴r̵̀͟s҉e̴͢l̷f̸́ ̸̶̷a͞s̀ ͞a̸ ̕͜͝pe̵͟͜r̶s̡̢ò̕n͘.͏̷</b>"\n\n"NNNGHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!"\n\n"<span style='color:#FF215C;'>T</span><span style='color:#FF2461;'>h</span><span style='color:#FF2867;'>i</span><span style='color:#FF2B6C;'>n</span><span style='color:#FF2F72;'>k</span><span style='color:#FF3278;'>i</span><span style='color:#FF367D;'>n</span><span style='color:#FF3983;'>g</span> <span style='color:#FF418E;'>o</span><span style='color:#FF4494;'>f</span> <span style='color:#FF4B9F;'>y</span><span style='color:#FF4FA5;'>o</span><span style='color:#FF52AA;'>u</span><span style='color:#FF56B0;'>r</span><span style='color:#FF59B6;'>s</span><span style='color:#FF5DBB;'>e</span><span style='color:#FF61C1;'>l</span><span style='color:#FF64C7;'>f</span> <span style='color:#FF6BD2;'>a</span><span style='color:#FF6FD8;'>s</span> <span style='color:#FF76E3;'>a</span> <span style='color:#FB7BE9;'>t</span><span style='color:#F77DEA;'>o</span><span style='color:#F37FEB;'>o</span><span style='color:#EF80EC;'>l</span> <span style='color:#E884EE;'>o</span><span style='color:#E485EF;'>f</span> <span style='color:#DD89F0;'>t</span><span style='color:#D98AF1;'>h</span><span style='color:#D58CF2;'>e</span> <span style='color:#CE8FF4;'>O</span><span style='color:#CA91F5;'>r</span><span style='color:#C693F6;'>g</span><span style='color:#C294F7;'>a</span><span style='color:#BF96F7;'>n</span><span style='color:#BB98F8;'>i</span><span style='color:#B799F9;'>z</span><span style='color:#B39BFA;'>a</span><span style='color:#B09DFB;'>t</span><span style='color:#AC9EFC;'>i</span><span style='color:#A8A0FD;'>o</span><span style='color:#A4A2FE;'>n</span><span style='color:#A1A4FE;'>.</span>"\n\n"<i>AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!</i>"\n\n<hr>\n[[Game Over.|GGSpy1bxEnd]]

"Probably smart to think twice, honestly."\n\n"GAH!" you shriek, leaping so far in the air the top of your head briefly clears the lockers, whirling around and thumping your back and flattening your hands against the door, heart pounding and chest heaving. You stare uncomprehendingly at the slender, brown-skinned form with shortish, messy black hair and dancing pale brown eyes behind simple black-rimmed glasses for a moment before blurting, "Jesus <i>Christ</i>, Sima, you nearly gave me a heart attack!"\n\n"Sorry~," Sima chirps, the other girl lifting her hands and giving her fingers a wiggle in a way that isn't particularly apologetic. She's wearing a baggy purple t-shirt that nevertheless bares a rather stunning amount of midriff and snug little denim shorts, both emphasizing her petite build and slender body, as well as showing off a lot of deeply tanned and very smooth skin. "I know it must have already been beating a mile a minute, hmmmm?"\n\n"Um." You blink a few times, slowly starting to calm down and straighten up. "What are you even doing here?"\n\n"Well I could ask you the same question, but I'm guessing I know," she adds, eyes turning significantly towards the door.\n\n"Er... you know about that story or whatever?" you say, taking a step away from the door and turning to look at it as well.\n\n"Pretty well, yeah. How'd you learn about it?" she asks curiously, eyes tracking you as you move.\n\n"Ah, I read about it in this book I got from Maya," you explain, patting your bag. Sima's usually about the most chill, breezy person you've ever met in your life, though you notice her interest seems to intensify a great deal at your words. "I input the numbers from it and it actually gave directions here, I thought it was weird and interesting enough to check out."\n\n"Mm, sure," she answers, grinning again, though there's still a bit of that pointedly interested look in her eyes. She glances at one of the wall clocks and notes, "Well, you've missed it for now, so might as well wait for the next hour. Hey, come to the library with me, hm?"\n\n"Er... 'kay," you answer, following after her as she turns and trots off. You've known Sima awhile... you're pretty sure. You can't quite remember off the top of your head where or when, she's just one of those people you've known... well, at least as long as you've been going to this school. At least. She's one of those people who seems like she knows everybody, even moreso than you. She seems weirdly at home in the empty school, steps light and manner easy, like she owned the place as she leads the way back down to the first floor and to the library.\n\nSimilarly, she flips on the lights as if it were her bedroom at home, without the slightest hint that she might be doing something illicit or that she could get caught. "I love books," she declares breezily, pausing and turning a bit back towards you. "Hey, what would you say if I told you I'd read all of these?"\n\nYou raise an eyebrow. "I'd ask exactly how long you've been going to high school."\n\nThat makes her grin even wider, though you notice a strange extra glitter in her eyes that you can't quite classify. She trots over to one of the tables and hauls a chair out, plopping down casually, while you pull out a chair and seat yourself a bit more cautiously, still with that faint air of a trespasser. "Could I see the book?" she asks almost immediately, reaching out and making 'gimme' squinches with her fingers. "Pretty please?"\n\n"Er, sure, I guess." You fish out the volume and pass it over, not bothering to ask why she assumed you brought it with you.\n\n"Mmm, thought that might be it," she murmurs as she accepts it, turning around and giving a quick flip through with her thumb. Then she sets it down on the table in front of her and folds her hands atop it, grinning. "So you thought you'd come see, even though you didn't <i>really</i> believe it, right?"\n\n"I mean, I'm not eleven anymore, Sima," you scoff. "I didn't really think that if I opened a closet door at exactly the 'chime of the hour' or whatever that it'd lead me into some weird place between dimensions."\n\nSima regards you for a moment, still with that grin in place, before she says, "But what if it did?"\n\n"Oh, c'mon."\n\n"Indulge me," she practically purrs. Something about her voice draws your attention more firmly to her than before, so that you find you're almost staring at her as she sits there, eyes almost literally sparkling, that smile on her lips. But there's something subtly intense about her whole manner again, that virtually demands an answer. "Assume it's all real. Hypothetically. Magic. Demons. Werewolves. Strange doors that if opened at specific times open to strange, dangerous realms with doorways to other realities instead of just a supply closet. If you really, genuinely believed it were all true... would you have still come here to open the door?"\n\n<hr>\n[[Pft, no way.|GGMB]]\n\n[[Well. Yeah.|GGMB4x5]]

"I mean, call me idealistic or whatever, but I'm one of those people that think life must be a special sort of self-inflicted Hell if you're the sort of person that realizes you've got a wardrobe to Narnia and the first thing you do is slip a bikechain and lock through the handles," you answer with a snort. "If life was a huge scary magical risk... yeah I'd dive in, sure."\n\n"Oh good," she chirps, picking up the book, your jaw dropping as a thick, wavering black aura briefly manifests around it before 'popping'. "You'll be needing this, then. Here, actually, let me mark some of the more useful bits," she murmurs, plucking what looks very much like a set of entirely normal colored paper tabs out of thin air before starting to flip through the pages.\n\n"... Um," you say a little weakly, staring at the book, then looking up at her... and letting out a loud squeak when you realize she's now sporting a pair of small red horns jutting from amidst her hair, her eyes have turned the color of fire, and her clothes have turned into a slightly elaborate (but still very short) black top and a skimpy pair of panties, baring the glowing red tattoo just above her crotch. "Sima?!"\n\n"Yeeees?" she answers without looking up from the book, as if both completely calm and rather absorbed in her task.\n\nMaybe it's just the fact that she's acting like it's no big deal, but you blink a few times and then ask, surprisingly calmly yourself, "Are you a succubus?"\n\n"Mm-mm," she answers in the negative, despite what looks very much like a stereotypical succubus tail flitting through the air through the open back of her chair, the spaded tip coiling around a bit. She doesn't seem inclined to clarify on what she actually is, though, so you just sit there watching her, sort of letting your brain reboot with this new information about the world installed to the OS.\n\nIt takes her a little bit before she closes the book and points at the tabs. "Red's the stuff you don't want to go messing with right away, yellow's the dangerous stuff but you might need it, green is stuff you should probably start looking at first thing, blue is useful information, purple is the pure lewds. 'Kay?"\n\n"... Right," you murmur, cheeks coloring a bit at that last one.\n\n"Now, if you're going into the Corridors, these are the two most important spells you should know right off the bat, Mana Beam and Mana Disrupt," she says, laying the book open and turning it to face you. "I took the obfuscation spell off the book so they should be pretty easy to learn, you just have to memorize these designs and learn to push energy, but you're a Spark so that shouldn't be too hard."\n\n<hr>\n[[Whoa whoa whoa wait wait wait...!|GGMB]]\n\n[[... 'Kay, thanks.|GGMB4x6]]

"Um, I don't think I really need anything quite so... extreme," you hedge, squirming again. "Couldn't you, like, just give me some pointers and, um... guidance?... yourself."\n\n"Hmmmm. Well I suppose I could do that," Heather allows, putting a fingertip to her lower lip and glancing upward, before fixing her eyes back on you. "Although I really think if it was going to work, you'd have to promise to do as I said, no matter what."\n\n"... um..."\n\n"Honey I just don't think it would work, otherwise. If you were treating everything as advice, well, let's both be honest, you'd probably just shrug it off pretty easily."\n\n"... mm," you whine, because fair fucking cop.\n\n"So I think if me advising you is going to work you would need to agree to obey me. Even including allowing me to punish you if you disobey," she says, as close to stern as you've ever heard her sound.\n\n"... I mean..." ... Wait, what are you worried about? This is Heather, the nicest person you've ever met. What punishment could she possibly visit on you? Telling you that you have to eat one of her healthy dinners instead of ordering delivery? Blocking Discord on the router for a day? ... Both of those would be horrible but hardly world-ending. "... Yeah, okay."\n\n"Wonderful! Let's get started immediately," Heather says, finishing off her coffee and instantly rinsing the cup and setting it on the drying rack. "Your first assignment, Cass, is to clean your room and take a thorough shower."\n\n"... um..." you whimper, not having expected your suffering to start so soon.\n\nBut Heather's already relentlessly ticking things off on her fingers. "Pick up your dirty clothes and wash them, get everything off the floor and put it away, vacuum, and dust the surfaces, that includes your figures."\n\n"... but General Gorou kind of looks cute with a layer of gray on him..."\n\n"When you shower," Heather continues. "Use shampoo <i>and</i> conditioner, a facial cleanser, scrub your back, and trim it up at least a little bit dear."\n\n"... ennnnnnh," you whine pathetically.\n\n"Now now, I think all of that is pretty basic and fair considering you've got your whole day off in front of you."\n\n"... but it's my whole day off," you whimper.\n\n"Just get it done, honey," Heather says, firm but gentle, giving you a few more headpats before breezing out of the apartment.\n\nWow. She's, uh, she's surprisingly strict. But you guess you asked for this. ... Like you literally, straight-up in actual words asked for this. You make a few more whiney sounds as you think about all that boring work. Laundry? Dusting? Doing more than rinsing off old sweat in the shower? Ennnnh! But Heather said...\n\n<hr>\n[[Better do it all.|Cass]]\n\n[[Better do it... kinda...|Cass]]\n\n[[... Hey did your video finish downloading yet...?|Cass]]

"I mean, actually, I think I kind of, y'know, agree with her," you murmur, squirming some more. "I mean it's not that I'm super unhappy or anything, but I guess, um, I guess I probably don't want to be still living like this when I'm forty? Or something?"\n\n"Well that's very forward-thinking of you, honey, and I'm very proud of you," Heather assures you without missing a beat, patting your head again. (Hnnnnh headpats!) Then she actually perks up and looks brighter than usual. "And I'd love to help you with that!"\n\n"Y-you would?"\n\n"Of course! Hm, we could always start with something small, like... oh! You could come to church with me!" she chirps.\n\n"... Church?" you whimper, fighting not to feel immediately betrayed.\n\n"Absolutely! It's a lovely, wonderful experience! It will get you out of the house, give your week some more structure, and let you meet new people! I think you'd really enjoy it if you gave it a chance!"\n\n"... Mmmmmaybe," you murmur, rubbing the back of your head through your hair. "Um. Like, I don't think you've ever actually said what you... ... are?"\n\n"Oh I doubt you'd have heard of it, it's one of the more obscure little denominations that dot America," Heather answers breezily, wagging a hand in a dismissive way. "The fact that there's even a branch in Deviville at all was one of the reasons I decided to come to college here! Anyway, if you really don't like that idea... oh! You could come to the ranch with me!"\n\n"Your... family's ranch?"\n\n"Yes, I'm heading back soon to help with some bookings we have, you could come with me! You never know, you could discover you quite like the agritainment life!"\n\nYou have to admit you think there's a better chance of you liking going to church. You have sort of acknowledged that you need to touch grass more, but actually existing on a real genuine ranch for any amount of time seems like both being a bit too literal and a bit too much. You just make a noncommittal sound, rubbing your neck this time.\n\n"Hmmm. Oh, I could help you look for a new job!" Heather continues after a bit of thought and several perfect sips of her coffee. \n\n"A... new job?"\n\n"Well, honey, your current one sort of encourages your tendency to isolate," Heather notes in the most gently chiding tone you've ever heard in your life, since it's mostly gentle. "Plus there's only two people working there, and the other one is the lady whose family owns the library. There's not a lot of room for upward mobility."\n\n..... Okay fair cop. You can't really deny that your current job is mostly appealing for its flexible hours and the fact that you can go days or sometimes even weeks at a time without talking to anyone but your boss, who isn't exactly the chattiest person in the world. But oh god what if Heather wanted you to get a job in like... retail or something? Where you have to talk to people <i>all day</i>? ... Of course her family is rich too so she could probably get you a much, much better-paying job so admittedly that's the most attractive option so far.\n\n"I suppose the only real other option I can think of is Social Training School," Heather says as you're thinking this, sipping her coffee again.\n\nDespite her being the one drinking you almost do the spit-take. "They have that?!" you say at what's actually a normal person's speaking volume.\n\n"Mm-hm. Well, that's what they call it now, I think they used to call it other things like Etiquette Lessons, though the one I know of is on the traditional side. But the headmistress is a friend of the family, I'm sure I could get you in for practically nothing!"\n\n... Wait wasn't the other name for places like that 'Reform School'? Or is that something else? ... Still, actual lessons on social interaction, hmmmm. ... But it sounds like you'd probably have to spend your valuable free time on it (free time you could be using to... um, to... ... well it's your free time and it's yours okay?).\n\nStill you appreciate that Heather would be willing to go out of her way to help you like this, especially when she's got to realize that any of those options would be potentially embarrassing for her if you fucked it up. So now you sort of feel like it would be too awkward even for you to back down completely and say you don't want to do anything.\n\n<hr>\n[[You'll try church.|Cass]]\n\n[[You'll go to the ranch with her.|Cass]]\n\n[[You'll try a new job.|Cass]]\n\n[[You'll try ref-, er, social training.|Cass]]\n\n[["Can't you help me...?"|Cass2x3]]

Maybe Heather will have some solid advice. She's not just super nice, she really has her life together. You think her family owns some big "agritainment" ranch in the southwest, and that she mostly still lives here with you guys because it's fairly convenient to Deviville University where she's working on like her second (or maybe third?) degree. That's the other thing about her, you're pretty sure she's rich but she's not... rich-y about it or anything.\n\n... You probably ought to go put some shorts on, at least, for a grown-up conversation.\n\nWhen you return from your room and digging up a clean-ish pair of athletic shorts (which have never been worn for anything athletic in their life), you find that luckily Heather is already in the kitchen making herself a cup of pour-over. Again she somehow looks both very casual and very put together, with her bouncy shoulder-length blonde hair, blue sundress, and far more perfect body proportions than you could ever hope for, including long slim legs. (Probably not a bit of squish to her other than the chest. Sigh.) You approach a bit shyly (you've been living with her almost a year but it's still sort of like walking up to one of the Popular Girls) and venture, "Um, h-hey, Heather...?"\n\n"Oh! Good morning, Cass," she says with a bright smile, in the cheerful tone you've hardly ever heard her drop completely.\n\n"O-oh, um, hi, good morning. Um, Heather, could I ask your advice on something?"\n\n"Sure! Give me just ooooone moment," she murmurs, narrowing her perfect blue eyes the tiniest bit at her grounds bed. Then she gives a soft 'ah!' and sets the kettle down, waiting a second before pouring her mug full and turning to you. "Yes, what is it?"\n\n"Um, well, I was talking to Laura a bit ago, and she was saying how my, um... my lifestyle," you murmur, unsure of how else to refer to your loser status. "It's not really, y'know... sustainable? And I should, like... do something about it? But I'm... not really sure what to do," you admit. "Do you have any... like... ideas?"\n\n"Oh, honey, I think Laura's too hard on you," Heather assures you, patting you on the head in a way that really should be condescending but is so sincere that it's not. (Or maybe you're just a filthy headpat slut, there's that too.) "If you're seeing to your basic needs and capable of supporting yourself, I think you should live however makes you happy."\n\n<hr>\n[[Oh! Okay!|Cass5x1]]\n\n[[Well. What if you're... not entirely happy?|Cass2x2]]

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

Hm, you do recall downloading quite a bit of Asian stuff. Some of it because it's authentically hot, some of it because some of the titles are absolutely hilarious. (When it's not something like just SVU-5738 or whatever.)\n\nYou see another list, this time of a mix of titles and filenames. \n\n[["What, Molested On A Train?! But This Schoolgirl Is a Mahou Shoujo!!"|GGPorn]]\n\n[[Ninja_In_Trouble_with_worm-clipx480.mp4|GGPorn]]\n\n[["In My Sexy Bikini, I Get Spartan Creampied!"|GGPorn]]\n\n[[GoldenButterSVI-007.avi|GGPorn]]\n\n[["I Dream Of Hot Lotion! So Hot! So Many!"|GGPorn]]\n\n[[666.mp4|GGPorn666x1]]

By the time the train-or-whatever-it-is comes to a landing in front of a massive castle estate, you've made peace with the whole "magic" thing. Of course, it helps that Maggie and Nessarine have mentioned a number of rather nasty and useful hexes you can use on people who annoy you. Your head full of thoughts of making the peons you already see as toads sweat slime like actual toads, you make your way out of the train and through the crowd, your new "friends" flanking you and shoving anyone that wants to try and share some space in the crowded hall think twice about not giving you plenty of your own.\n\n"Welcome back, everyone," calls a tall, lean woman who looks like she's in her late thirties, standing at the top of a staircase and wearing what you'd consider more traditional witch's robes, and the hat to go with it, long snowy-white but soft-looking hair falling down her back. "I hope you all had a relaxing and <i>constructive</i> winter break." She arches one thin, white eyebrow, making it clear she doesn't think a single student did, and there's a round of snickering and guffawing. "For the very vew of you who are just joining us this semester, I am Professor Senna. Please remember my name, I will be teaching at least one of your classes. Please remain here in the entrance hall as everyone else files in an <i>orderly</i> fashion," she emphasizes archly. "Into the dining hall."\n\n"Once everyone is seated, the new students will enter and form a line before the King's Stone to take turns touching it. I assure our new students, you will know it when you see it. I trust you will manage to do so on your own in a dignified manner, as none of you are precocious eleven-year-olds. Now, returning students, inside." \n\n"See y'inside, boss, assumin' ya get sorted proper," Maggie whispers as she and her sister shuffle on ahead with the rest, the crowds at least moving around you to head inside, leaving you standing with about six other people as the doors close. One of the other new girls moves to go ahead and line up, and you simultaneously silently deride her for her nerdiness and silently fume that she's not letting you go first. Then you decide that whatever this 'touching the King's Stone' thing is, maybe you'd better let someone else do it first so that if she screws up, you can laugh at her with everyone else. You saunter on over to line up as well, making sure not to look eager.\n\nEventually, the doors swing open again, and you start following the nerd in to do this silly initiation ceremony.\n\n<hr>\n\n[[Apparently you just touch a rock? Whatever.|Aspareth1x5]]

The dining hall is huge and classy, sort of like what you'd expect from an upscale restaurant, all tasteful light fixtures on the walls for mood lighting and well-set tables that seat six or so. Of course, you also have to admit as you stare ahead and then up, Professor Senna was right... you definitely can't miss the King's Stone.\n\nRight in the center of the room is a massive quartz crystal that runs from floor to ceiling, tapering downward until the angles of the very bottom are visible where it's apparently settled into a base in the floor. It gets broader as it goes up, up, up to the ceiling thirty feet above, where it looks like it might continue on in some other room. It's at least thirty feet wide at the top and six feet wide at the bottom, and though the inside is cloudy and shows the typical quartz imperfections, the outside looks smooth and perfectly symmetrical.\n\nAt least you're not the only one who stopped and stared, all seven of you did it. But the girl makes her way forward and you manage to lurch into motion after her without making it too obvious you were dumbstruck. The line makes its way up to the crystal, then the girl... she's kinda mousey and plain, that's about all she registers as on your radar... reaches out and lays both hands against one of the facets.\n\nThe whole crystal swirls, gold color spreading through it from where the girl's hands touch, following the path of the cloudy flaws while the solid parts of the crystal slowly turn blue-white. The gold color spreads through the flaws until it takes a rather feline shape rearing upward, its mouth open, a thick mane swept back from its head. A thunderous roar makes everyone in the hall, including the girl and including you, jump.\n\n"Winterlion!" the teacher standing next to the crystal calls loudly, and there's cheers and applause from the tables with gold and blue tablecloths, a little of both from some of the other tables as well, and a faint smattering of polite clapping from the tables with grey tablecloths shot through with iridescent purple threads.\n\nThe girl, flushed and smiling, heads over towards the welcoming blue and gold tables, while you step forward. The crystal returns to its previous clear and white colors in only a few seconds, and the teacher nods to you. You raise your hands, then just like her heSimate momentarily as you realize this is a big decision. After all, what you really want out of this school is...\n\n<hr>\n[[... to hold power over others.|Aspareth]]\n\n[[... to be rich and successful, like Daddy.|Aspareth5x1]]\n\n[[... to not have to work too hard.|Aspareth]]\n\n[[... to actually do well to prove you can.|Aspareth]]

You don't immediately break the kiss, but instead raise your hands to grip her wrists, then gently guide her back from you. She blinks as she's urged to break the kiss... then her face falls. "Oh. Oh, God, I'm sorry, I-"\n\n"Hey, no, it's okay," you say gently, even as she pulls away and covers her face with both hands.\n\n"I'm such an <i>idiot</i>!" she blurts.\n\n"You're not," you say, more firmly this time, resting a hand on her back. "... But you're hurting and we've both been through a lot. I don't want to wind up hurting you even more. You deserve... you deserve something really, really real," you urge softly. "And I'm feeling as punch-drunk and mixed up as you are, and just... if we ever... ... I'd want it to be because we both were absolutely sure it was right and were in a good place for it."\n\n"... I should go," she whispers, pushing to her feet and snagging her rifle as she heads for the door. She pauses in the doorway though, turning her head slightly. Her lips part, as if she wanted to say something... then she simply leaves. Sighing, you flop back onto the bed. That didn't go as well as you'd like.\n\nThe next morning, as you've returned from your shower and finished donning your new FEAR suit for the first time, you step out into the hallway and find that Eskabar is walking by, Shyn, a few others, and Ronnie with her. "Something up?"\n\nEskabar stops and turns. If she's got a problem with your informality, she doesn't voice it, instead saying, "Some of the perimeter poles are down. Kind of unusual, so we're gonna go check it out. Why, LaChance, you bored?"\n\nYou glance towards Veronka, who averts her eyes slightly when you do.\n\n<hr>\n[[You should go.|GGSR9x4]]\n\n[[Maybe some space right now would be good.|GGOri]]

"You wanna talk or something?" you ask her as you walk over to the food prep unit. There are a couple in the mess hall that some of the convicts with more privileges use, so you know how they work. You briefly consider the 'Booze Card', but decide against it... maybe you can trade it for something more useful later.\n\n"I... kind of need to, I think," Ronnie answers, then gives a soft 'oh' as you hand her a cup of hot broth. "Thanks."\n\n"No prob. Oh, hey, how's the ankle?"\n\n"Mm? Oh, right." She glances down at it as you settle onto the bed beside her. "I cracked my stitches, of course, and I got some more and a lecture from Mejat. ... Anyway. Um... I thanked you for saving my life the first time... and then you did it again... and, I also realized, I never really said 'sorry' for being a jerk in the first place."\n\n"I'm not dwelling on it, you were obviously dealing with some stuff," you allow, leaning back on one hand and sipping from your own cup.\n\n"... Yes. I was. And I think you deserve to hear the truth of it, if you still want to." She glances at you, waiting until you nod, then stare down into her cup. "... I'm from a planet called Nekkan. We're highly technologically advanced, but there are still some vestiges of the ancient past. Like the monarchy... one Emperor or Empress, and eleven kings or queens under them. Of course none of them have a ton of power anymore, that's mostly held by the elected regional governers, but they're culturally important. But there's this whole elaborate system for how marriage works for the 'mingling of the common and the royal'. The main muckety-muck has thirteen kids... yeah, that's the face most offworlders make when they hear it," she says with a snort. "One heir, one mate for each of the below, and a spare. Each of the kings or queens has their royal partner and a commoner partner, and one kid by each. The one from the royal becomes their successor, the one from the commoner goes back to the Emper-whatever successor to wed, on a rotating schedule. It's all really elaborate and basically assures that everyone's just a little bit related to each other but not too much." She's quiet for a moment, before she says, "And I was the spare."\n\n"You're... the thirteenth kid of the Empress?" You blink a little. "You're a princess?"\n\n"Technically a princess. In practice, I'm... I was... unnecessary inventory," she says in an acid tone, glaring into her cup, then sighing and sipping from it. "My mother, the Empress, absolutely could not stand the man she was assigned to marry. I somehow got the impression she hated his half-commoner blood, even though her own mother was the same. He felt the same way about her, so he was literally just a sperm donor... he made a big donation, then fucked off to some resort planet under pretenses of a diplomatic assignment. So I was the spare, and my mother never bothered to act like I was anything else. Her eyes always just kind of passed over me if I was in the room... like I was one of the servbots, or a piece of furniture. Maybe if it was a thousand years ago, when mortality rates even in the royalty could hit and I might have been necessary, she might have bothered to care, but Nekkan is ridiculously safe with great medical technology, especially if you're rich and important, and the thirteenth offspring hasn't taken the place of any of the others in almost ten generations. So she just kind of... ignored me. She'd see my brothers and sisters bullying me and just walk on past, like they were pushing around a stuffed animal for pretend times or something."\n\n"Shit," you breathe, staring at her. "I mean... how did you stand it?"\n\n"I mean, it wasn't like I was getting beaten or mocked mercilessly every day," she asserts, glancing up, then giving you a small shrug. "My siblings weren't cruel to me, really, outside of what I guess is probably normal for brothers and sisters. Mostly as they got older they'd just start acting like my mother, like I wasn't even there. I went to a secure private school, and I guess I didn't really have friends, but I had people I was friendly with. No one really bothered to suck up to me, so I didn't have to worry about people being phony. Being at home was... soul-sucking," she admits, looking down again as her ears droop a little. "But I figured one day I'd be able to leave and live a normal life somewhere. I really thought I had a handle on it.\n\n"... But I guess around the time my entire family didn't bother to acknowledge my birthday at all for the third year in a row, something inside me snapped." Her knuckles pale a little as she squeezes the mug. "I had to get a reaction out of my mother, I just had to. And I don't know how the idea got into my mind, but I decided I was going to find a nice, low-born, filthy commoner to fuck. I guess I'd really latched onto that being the reason she hated my father, so I figured I'd do that and throw it in her face, see if she'd at least scowl and blush or something. So I snuck out and went down to a near-surface hab area and started looking around. I had barely any idea what the hell I was doing... I mean, it's not like I was sheltered, I'd been out in plenty of normal parts of cities before, just nowhere like this. I actually bumped into a guy, literally, finally, and he was handsome and older and I thought 'Well this might not be so bad'. Except when I made my fumbling little come-on, he just smiled at me really sweet and asked if maybe I'd like to get something to eat instead.\n\n"And that's how I started my first, and only, romance of my life. His name was Rian and he was so sweet to me, he listened so well to everything I had to say. For the first time in my life, I felt like... someone was actually tuned in to <i>me</i>, really there for <i>me</i>, you know?" She glances over at you... from the hopeless look on her face, you don't think things turn out well with Rian in this story. "So for the next few months we talked, and dated, and laughed, and he never made a move on me because he said he wanted to get married first. And I really wanted to marry him. Finally I couldn't wait anymore and begged him to take me away. He said alright, but I should at least get my things. I didn't even want to go back, but he said it was fine, he'd take care of it, if we just went to the entrance I used, gave him my keycard, and I told him how to get to my room, he'd pack up my stuff for me and we'd be gone before anyone was the wiser. So we went back to the palace, I let him in, gave him my keycard, we kissed, and he hurried off while I stood in the little garden alcove and waited for him, dreaming up a hundred different types of wedding."\n\nShe's quiet for a long time this time, taking several long drinks of her broth before she eventually continues. "I stood there for five hours before someone finally found me there. Turns out while I'd been standing there like an idiot wondering what happened, Rian had used my keycard to sneak into my mother's room, then raped and murdered her." She takes another drink while you're staring at her in shock and horror. "He was crazy. He had some sort of psychosis where he thought if he could have sex with the Empress while choking the life out of her, he'd become a god. The entire thing with me had just been one long, madness-induced ploy to get access to the palace so he could. He'd never actually seen me as a person, just a path to his crazy little dream." She sniffs a little, shifting her shoulders. "So, off he went to a psychiatric prison, and into the palace jail I went. Which was a jail for high profile political prisoners so it was basically like my room, just locked all the time. Eventually, once all the mourning of the populace had played out and my oldest brother was crowned, I was brought before him and charged with conspiracy to kill the Empress. I mean, he was pretty up-front that he knew I hadn't intended it, but, well, the people needed to see everyone involved punished, and I was just the spare after all. Not like he could have me executed since I was royalty... instead he sentenced me to the Dark Sector on Orison. Still not sure whether that was him being cruel or kind," she adds, glancing up at you and giving you a wan smile.\n\n"Fuck, Ronnie... I'm so sorry," you whisper.\n\nShe looks down again, giving a little tilt of her head in acknowledgement. "... Honestly one of the biggest reasons I felt like such shit when I got here was that I couldn't really make myself feel all that guilty. I mean I kind of felt guilty, I screwed up and someone died... but it seems like you ought to be devastated that you got your own mother killed. But I just can't... feel that much about it. I actually feel worse about Rian using me and betraying me than I do about her dying. I guess because every time I try to picture her face, all I see is the blank, empty expression she'd look at me with. ... Like a piece of furniture. No... like she was looking <i>through</i> me." She finishes off the last of the cup with a gulp, then leans over to set it aside on the footlocker, letting out a huff. "So!" She thumps her hands against her thighs. "You can kinda see why... why it was such a big deal to me..." She sniffs again, eyes starting to shimmer. "... Such a big deal to me when you said that because I was right there in front of you, you had to do something to help me. ... No one... no one's ever... Cyan..."\n\n"Hey. Hey," you say gently, reaching over to draw her against you as she starts to shake, squeezing her gently. "That shouldn't be something special. Everyone deserves that. You don't have to be grateful to me just for that."\n\n"If everyone deserves it, why did it take so long?!" she asks, her voice thick with tears and shaking. She looks up at you, wet streaks sliding down her dark cheeks. "So screw that!" she blurts, voice suddenly a little strident, her hands coming up to cling to the front of your bodysuit. "Someone finally looked at me like I'm really there! I deserve to think they're special, don't I?"\n\n"... Guess I can't argue," you allow, smiling gently at her now.\n\nVeronka sniffles, nodding firmly... then suddenly darts her head up, pressing her lips to yours, eyes pressing closed and pressing out more tears.\n\n<hr>\n[[Kiss her back.|GGOri]]\n\n[[Let her down gently.|GGSR9x3]]

You can't bring yourself to speak, and instead manage to glance shamefacedly at your friends... only to notice they're doing the same. Apparently all three of you really do value your lives that much... though you have to admit, it somehow feels faithless.\n\n"... Faithfulness is one thing. But there's no point in dying to no benefit for anybody, just so you can die together," Eskabar says, more gently now. "I'm gonna go keep watch in the next hallway. I'll give you a yell when the bird gets here."\n\nThings are quiet for a bit, before Veronka finally looks at you and says, "We might get out at entirely different times, depending on how our sentences go. And there's no communication between bunkers other than on business up here."\n\n"... Yeah," you allow, nodding. \n\nVeronka sniffs a little, looking back and forth between you and Shyn. "... I'll miss you both," she whispers.\n\n"You're good kids," Shyn murmurs, a surprisingly gentle smile curling her lips. "Don't act like we're dying just 'cause we're getting split up. Better to split this way than some of us getting turned into Fiend chow."\n\nEventually Eskabar calls out to you, and the four of you troop to the door. The flying transport has apparently landed flush with the bunker, meaning you can all pile in, and soon it's rushing through the air, shuddering a bit every so often from the crosswinds. You're a little surprised to see Commander Connors herself come back and have a short, whispered conversation with Eskabar, who rises and moves to the front. Connors walks over. "Jehemis, go help Eskabar do those scans."\n\nConnors watches the big woman go, then turns her head back to where you and Veronka are sitting side-by-side. She's silent for long enough to make you nervous, before she looks to the side a little, as if she can't quite look right at you when she speaks. "I know all this seems like it's going to shape your life forever. It seems so big and significant you probably don't think you can ever get away from it, get back to something normal..."\n\nShe pauses, her jaw working a little. When she speaks again, she does turn back to look at you, face composed and forceful. "But the two of you are young. You're really just starting out. And all of this? It's just your prologue. You haven't even really begun to live. And as much as I hate how things are going to shit now... I'm glad that it means you're going to get to. Go to the outer rings. Do your time. Then go home. But don't stay there forever... take the opportunity to work hard. Look around. See more of what there is for you out there. And then someday, you're going to look up, and realize that you're right where you belong, and you're with the people you should be with, and that's it. Everything until that moment, including all of this shit? It was all just a little foreword. That moment, that's your beginning."\n\nWithout another word, she turns and makes her way back into the forward section.\n\nYou sit there in silence, pondering the Commander's words, much as Veronka seems to be. Finally, the other woman turns her head towards you, smiling a little wanly. "... Even with everything else... I'm glad you were part of my prologue, Cyan." She holds up her hand, and you grip it without hesitation, both of you leaning towards each other enough to put your foreheads together. "Thank you," she whispers. "For being the one to finally see me."\n\n"I promise you, if you're ever in front of me, I will always see you," you whisper. The words on their own sound so strange, but the feeling behind them seems to get through, to judge from the tears that slip down her cheeks.\n\nThe two of you gradually pull back, settling into your seats and looking at the viewscreens. The shaking lessens as the sky outside brightens just the faintest bit, and the flyer tilts in towards the large bunker below, making its way to the next paragraph in your prologue.\n\n<hr>\n[[Game Over.|GGSR9xEnd]]

Deciding to do your best to mimic the proper sort of people, you nudge and shove your way through the smiling, yammering groups without so much as looking at them. You get a few looks ranging from bemused to dirty-bordering-on-hateful, but ignore them all, finally getting to the door leading to the back half of the train, which slides open in front of you and then behind you again when you've passed through. Nice. It's immediately much quieter back here... any of the students who are out in the halls conversing instead of already in rooms are standing with their heads close together, murmuring and occasionally glancing around.\n\nTwo rather tall girls are standing close to the door, and since they're in the high-class part of the train you manage an "Excuse me" as you try to make your way through them, jutting your bag in front of yourself. Both turn towards you, one of them tall, olive-skinned and black-haired, wearing... geez, she's wearing a grey training bra and black bicycle shorts. At least they're designer label, you notice, and you have to admit that most people with abs and legs like that would probably want to show them off too. The other has the same coloration, but is leaner, wearing an expensive brand-name athletic shirt and track pants, and about an inch shorter than the other but with almost boyishly-short hair. You'd have to guess that between the skin, hair, and the same grey eyes, they're sisters, if not twins.\n\n"What whazzat?" one asks with a blink.\n\n"I said, 'excuse me'," you repeat with a frown. Politeness doesn't exactly come easily to you as it is, having to repeat yourself is almost intolerable.\n\nBoth of them let out short bursts of laughter, the leaner one reaching over to smack her sister's arm. "It's a Yank, swear ta god almighty!" She quickly holds up a hand and gives you a grin. "Ain't meanin' ta tease, at all. We've always wanted t'go ta America, me'n'm' sis 'ere. She wants ta give yer American football a try, doncha?" She finishes with a glance at the taller one.\n\n"Right. M'name's Maggie, this's me sis Nessarine, 'course much easier to just call 'er Ness." She folds her arms and gives you a delighted smile. "Ya a new transfer? If y'don't know anybody yet, y'can always come sit with us."\n\n<hr>\n[[Ew, girl jocks. No thanks.|Aspareth]]\n\n[[Wait, girl jocks could be USEFUL...|Aspareth1x2]]\n\n[[No, but be polite. You're new, and they're very tough-looking.|Aspareth4x1]]

Hm. Boarding school is a different dynamic. Sure, the lame kids can't get away from you, but you can't get away from them either, now that you think of it. Maybe building your new clique on the backs of people who are more likely to punch someone's lights out than scratch their eyes out would be a good idea.\n\n"That would be good, thanks. I'm Layla," you answer, following them both along to one of the nearby cars and stepping inside. Maggie immediately snags your bags and hefts them effortlessly up into the overhead compartment, making you realize another immediate benefit of having jock friends. Settling down on one of the benches, you add, "My father just transferred to this country from Deviville."\n\n"Gar, sounds jus' like a scholar when she talks, dun' she?" Ness murmurs, trading grins with her sister, before looking back at you. "So yer a first year, yeah?"\n\n"Yes, I was a freshman back in the US."\n\n"Me'n'Mags're first years too. Well, if the full truth of it's known, we ought ta be second years, but there was this thing that happened with a pair of socks an' our Metamorphics teacher, an'... such's the way of things'n'all, that's how it worked out."\n\n"I see," you murmur, really starting to hope this whole 'big strong minions' thing is going to be worth it. Then you blink. "Wait, your <i>what</i> teacher?"\n\nThe sisters exchange a glance again before staring at you. "You're a vanilla, yeah?" Ness asks.\n\n"Excuse me?" You scowl, staring back and forth between them. There's only so much you can take, even if either of them could probably bend you in half.\n\n"Yeah, she's about as vanilla as a sheeta blank paper, a'right," Maggie says in bemusement. "Cor, girl, didn't you read th' book at all? Though we ain't that big on readin', come ta think, so forget it then. 'Ere." She tilts her head. "Take a look out th' window."\n\nLooking at her dubiously, you scoot over to the window, leaning over to look out while starting to suspect that these two just brought you in here to make fun of you. That's when you see that the train is currently angled upwards and moving further and further way from the tracks, starting to describe a slow spiral up into the sky.\n\n<hr>\n\n[[Wait, WHAT?!|Aspareth1x3]]

Your mouth drops open and you simply stare in disbelief, trying to convince yourself it must be some sort of freak optical illusion or the most advanced train in the world or something. You jump a bit when your bag thumps onto the seat next to you, turning to look at Maggie sitting down from moving it and wondering if you're about to be told to get out.\n\n"'Ere. Y'did at least buy th' stuff on yer list, yeh? Best y'get out yer wand and get used t' puttin' it away, takin' it out, an' holdin' it like yer used ta doin' it, 'til ya finish up yer remedial lessons an' whatnot. If ya can pull that off an' avoid tellin' anyone th' names of yer classes, oughtta keep anyone from figurin' out you're extra plain vanilla, no sprinkles."\n\nDespite the phrasing, you can't help but nod gratefully, opening the bag and digging around in it, trying to avoid your motions seeming desperate. You eventually draw out a long wooden box you barely even looked at when it was in your room back at the house. Opening it, you slip out the long, slender and tapering length of pale wood, noting that your name has been engraved on it artfully. You have to admit it's very pretty, as it should be considering the maid was told to buy the best of everything. You shift it in your hands until you find a grip that feels right, then give it a few light flicks with your wrist.\n\n"There y'go, looks like y'might be a natural," Ness says brightly. "Jus' don' go sayin' nothin' while yer swingin' it aroun', don' wanna find that yer 'nuff of a natural ta hex someone who didn't have it comin'. Or who ya meant ta. Or who didn't start a fight with ya. Or if ya think they're gonna start a fight with ya. Or-"\n\n"Jus' don't blast either of us in th' face an' we'll watch yer back for sure, Layla." Maggie interrupts, grinning. "Truth be known, Ness'n'me, we tend not to be so great at thinkin' ahead. 'Side from bein' 'bout vanilla as ice cream, ya seem a smart cookie."\n\n"Vanilla cookie," Ness tosses in, waggling her eyebrows.\n\n"Don't grind it inta th' groun', Ness. Anyway, I think we could go a fair ways with you callin' the shots, whaddya say?"\n\nYou slowly grin. This was easier than you thought it would be, but as easy as you think you deserve. "Sounds <i>fantastic</i>!"\n\n<hr>\n\n[[Continue.|Aspareth1x4]]

'Warriors of Destiny' just sounds kind of cool, and you wander to that rack mostly just to see what it includes. Turns out it's a lot of fantasy-themed stuff for the most part, though some of them also look like they're themed after the typical 'YA wish fulfilment' type novels. Which... you may have read a few of, yeah, but you're not sure that you've read any of these, if they're actually based on anything.\n\nThe first one is '[[The Dragon Slayer|GGMCE]]'. Well, there are two versions, but you're pretty sure you couldn't get away with wearing the guy one since it's just fuzzy briefs and accessories. The female version is, as you might expect, a scalemail bikini... but the accompanying sword and boots are clipped outside of the bag, and you've gotta say those are some of the nicest props you've ever seen on a costume. Are those swords actual metal? Geez, they may be wallhangers, but for that price they're really cool-looking wallhangers.\n\nThere's also one called '[[The All-Shifter|GGMCE]]' that's sort of tribal-looking... some pretty armband jewelry, a collar, and what's basically a bikini top and loincloth. The model also has various stripes and spot patterns on her, so you're guessing it comes with some bodypaint pencils.\n\nThere's a blue and yellow bodysuit labeled '[[The Lone Survivor|GGMCE8x2]]', which despite the knockoff mashup of names, does seem to be an official product. It's got the actual mascot on there, and the device on the outside is actually labeled a 'Pip-Boy', though it looks more like something that would be modded in than a canon product. Still it's pretty awesome and seems to have a slot for a smartphone, so again you're tempted to buy it just for that.

You know what, this seems like an amusing game, and you decide you may as well play it. Because... yeah, let's play along! Like, right now. Snagging the access card just in case, you trot down the stairs possibly a little faster than utterly necessary for just playing a little AR game, flipping on the basement light as you head down the stairs to the basement.\n\nTo your surprise, the moment your boots hit the polished concrete of the floor, there's a soft 'bleep' from the Pip-Boy, and then a low, groaning, creaking noise as the floor parts in the middle, a large section revealing itself to be mobile concrete slabs with a thick layer of interlocking metal beneath them. Below, at the bottom of a set of simple metal steps, is a fairly small room with some heavy duty cabinets and three large... are those cryopods?! Again, they look rather more advanced than the ones from Fallout 4, but still have the same general look to them. A glance at the screen shows that the dot leads to the one right in the middle, so feeling a little numb, you walk on over to it. At that, the text in the upper left corner changes to read 'Insert Vault-Tec access card into cryopod access reader.'\n\nStarting to feel more and more certain this isn't a game at all, you raise a slightly shaking hand to slide the plastic card into a slot on the panel next to the middle pod. There's a faint hiss and a low clunk as the door disengages from the rest of the device, then swings upward to reveal the padded interior. A check of the screen shows that the text now reads 'Enter the cryopod.' Seriously?!\n\nJust then, you hear a booming and yet dull thud from somewhere in the distance, followed by a strange rushing noise and the sound of things collapsing. Only then do you hear the warning sirens, and feel your face pale. Oh God! They seriously are dropping bombs! Looking at the screen again, you see that there's now a countdown. 'Nuclear strike on your location in 5:12.' Every second you see tick away on it makes you want to scream. It's seriously the end of the world!\n\n<hr>\n[[Get in the cryopod.|GGFO1x1]]\n\n[[Wait, what about your parents?!|GGMCE8x4]]

The costume looks like it's decent quality, and the Pip-Boy accessory is cool, and the price is pretty great. Snagging the bag, you head up to the counter to pay, then head home, eager to try out your new purchase.\n\nBack in your bedroom, you pop the bag and dump the contents out onto the bed. It's not many things... just the bodysuit, the Pip-Boy accessory, and some sort of plastic card. You pick up the card first since you didn't see it before and read the front, which declares it a 'Vault-Tec VIP Access' card. You examine the Pip-Boy next... as opposed to the classic retro-future bulk, this one's actually fairly sleek and streamlined, the slot for your phone folding it down above a keyboard. It's more like 'What someone in the nineties thought the 2010s would look like' instead of 'What someone in the fifties thought the 2010s would look like', but oh well, you can't deny it has a nice aesthetic all its own.\n\nA check of the Vault Suit shows that it's fairly thick and durable-seeming, but also stretchy, made of something a bit more like latex than the canvas-like cloth they are in-game (before modding anyway). It's obviously meant to stretch a bit to fit almost anyone, and with a blush you realize that you probably won't be able to wear anything underneath it. ... Oh well. Stripping down, you slip your legs into the suit and pull it up, feeling it conform to the shape of them already, and blushing some more as you feel it closely melding up against your ass and cupping over your crotch. Looks like it isn't quite enough to give you a camel toe, just a rather prominent 'Mound of Venus' or whatever they call it. Slipping your arms in as well, you haul it around and zip it up, having to admit to being mildly impressed as it both lifts and separates your boobs, sheathing them completely. You step in front of the mirror and turn back and forth... little fetishy, but damn if you don't look good. You find a pair of your clasp-up boots to go with it... probably a little more fashionable than the typical Vault-Tec issue but oh well. \n\nYou pick up the Pip-Boy and clip your phone into it, lowering the panel before clipping it to your wrist. The moment the clasp is fastened, though, the panel immediately pops back up, your phone screen lighting up with a startup screen that starts to go through a welcome message about like you'd expect from the starting point of one of the games... only for it to interrupt itself to flash red. 'Warning! Warning! Incoming nuclear strike detected! Please evacuate to the nearest Vault!' You blink a little as the screen shifts to your phone's own GPS map, which zooms in to show an outline of your own house, with a blinking dot appearing in the basement and a dotted line leading from you down to it. Text flashes in the corner of the screen: 'Quest Added: Enter the Vault to escape death by nuclear fire.'\n\n<hr>\n[[Ha, funny!|GGMCE8xEnd1]]\n\n[[Uh, maybe let's... play along.|GGMCE8x3]]

You shiver miserably, the world a blank black emptiness and your body feeling a dull, numb ache in every part of it. The darkness begins to clear as you realize a pair of warm hands are rubbing at your cheeks, your vision gradually turning from black to a dark blur, to a brighter blur, to a too-bright blur.\n\n"It's okay hon. You've just got a little bit of freezerburn. You'll be fine."\n\n"Mom?" you croak out, as the too-bright blur slowly resolves into something like normal vision, and the sight of your mother standing over you. She has some bright red streaks on her cheeks, almost like a patterned sunburn, and her hands feel particularly hot on your face, where they're smearing on some sort of salve.\n\n"Having your hands against the glass and a wet face will do that, apparently. Being too agitated when you go into cryo can make waking up a little unpleasant too. You'll be okay in a minute or two."\n\nYou stare at her, then slump against the padding, staring up at the metal ceiling. "... Dad..."\n\n"... He's gone, honey," your mother says quietly, turning away and moving to pick up a blue and yellow towel to wipe her hands. "Even if he survived the strike... it's been 200 years."\n\n"Two..." You push yourself up slowly, wobbling a little at first but feeling steadier the more you actually try. "What even is all this? Fallout... it's just a game."\n\n"It <i>was</i> just a game, when it was originally made," your mother replies with a glance at you, as she walks over to the one blank wall in the room. She taps out a code on her Pip-Boy, and the wall slides open, revealing a number of weapons and what looks like armor lined up and waiting. "Though even then it was based off of studies and research projects done by some scientists largely dismissed as kooks. Then some people willing to believe the kooks took over. The first person shooter type games that came after were all to build on those original projections and suppositions, to prepare potential survivors for the post-apocalypse," she explains as she takes down some sort of solid case black backpack and carries it over to the workbench.\n\n"... Then how come they're so bug-ridden and inconsistent?" you ask as you follow along when she walks back over to the wall, blinking and accepting another of the packs from her.\n\n"Specifically so that people wouldn't take any one game as gospel and cling to it, disregarding the potential differences from the projected outcomes and getting themselves killed. Bugs so that you remember the differences between the game and reality, inconsistencies so you're prepared for the reality to be different."\n\nPrivately thinking that there are a lot of fans of one particular entry in the franchise that didn't make it under that reasoning, then, you watch as your mother starts taking down weapons and ammunition. "So why didn't you tell me about any of this?"\n\n"We didn't want to worry you unnecessarily. Though luckily it looks like you found the Vault Suit and Pip-Boy we had for you."\n\n"No... I bought these at a costume store."\n\n"... Huh. Well, someone missed out on that little lottery win," she murmurs, glancing you up and down. "Shame. Still, unless they were going to buy it and try it on at almost the exact same time as you, I doubt it would have made any difference, considering. Anyway, start loading up that Pip-Pac with weapons, ammo, and supplies from the storage, honey."\n\n"Why? You... you have a plan, or something?"\n\n"Your father and I were recruited for our pasts, which... may not be quite exactly what we've told you," your mother admits as she smoothly disassembles a pistol so fast that you're not sure you see all the motions, and selects a few parts from the bench to switch out before putting it back together. "But yes, there's a plan. The cryopods were designed to deactivate when the ambient radiation levels of the majority of the continental US had stabilized at a livable state. We go to the Deviville Vault to get more supplies, weapons, and transportation. Then we head for Vault-Tec Headquarters to see if anyone's still alive there. If not, we access and activate the GECK."\n\n"The... the 'Garden of Eden Creation Kit', that's real too?" you stammer, jaw going a little slack.\n\n"Not quite like it is in the games, but yes. If we can access it, it will pull the majority of the lingering radiation out of most of the continent and use it to fuel a rebirth of healthy flora and fauna. We can simultaneously make the land livable and start it actually living again. That's the plan, anyway." You watch your mother affix a holographic sight to a rifle and do a brief sweep across the lockers with it to check, before she looks over at you again. "... It probably will be quite a lot like the games out there, but here the violence, sadism, and horror is going to be real, Cyan, and there might be considerably less charming goofiness to offset it." She pauses, then actually smiles a little as she adds, "But there'll probably be some, that factor was predicted by the researchers after all." Then she sighs and shakes her head. "But what I'm saying is... if you would feel safer or better staying here, or only coming partway with me, I understand. I'm trained for this and you're not... I do think you'll be able to handle yourself, but it's your decision."\n\n<hr>\n[[Stay.|GGMCE]]\n\n[[Leave with her.|GGMCE]]

You feel yourself starting to panic at the idea of leaving your parents behind, then force yourself to take a few deep breaths. If this... Mini-Vault or whatever is here, your parents must have had something to do with it. They must know it's here, and they would have gotten some kind of warning, right? You just need to give them time to get here, since after all, what if you get in and that signals the doors to close? You'd be leaving them trapped out there! You... you have to wait.\n\nOver the next several minutes as you watch the countdown, you can hear more of those distant impacts and rushes, and you're fairly certain people are screaming outside. You shudder, both at the knowledge of what's happening and that there's nothing you can do to help your neighbors... there's only three pods, and not much more space in here than is necessary for them. \n\nThe timer has just clicked down to the final minute, and you've begun to lose all hope, when the basement door slams open. You snap your head up to look, a sense of relief so strong that it almost turns your knees to jelly sweeping over you at the sight of your mother, despite the fact that she's rushing down the stairs, bare breasts bouncing as she tries to yank her Vault Suit into place over them. "Mom!"\n\n"Cyan, get in your pod!" she immediately snaps back, stopping at the top of the metal stairs to clip on her Pip-Boy.\n\n"Where's Dad?!" you call back, even as you give in and obey the command, starting to clamber into the padded chamber and lay back.\n\n"He was just behind me on the road, he should be here any second now," she answers, though you can tell from the worry in her voice that she's not entirely certain. "Just have your Pip-Boy initiate the pod's ready status, it'll kick in once the door close signal is sent. He'll definitely be here in time," she adds a little desperately as she moves towards the pod on your left.\n\nFingers trembling, you tap the screen of your Pip-Boy, quickly finding a 'Vault Systems' screen and hitting the control labeled 'Ready Cryopod', very carefully avoiding the one that says 'Close Vault Doors'. The top of the pod swings closed and clicks into place, and a pleasant, synthesized female voice says, "Welcome to your Vault-Tec cryopod. Cryopod systems prepping. Cryopod systems ready. Waiting for close signal from Vault doors to activate."\n\nYou fretfully watch the time tick down on your Pip-Boy. With only a matter of seconds to go, motion catches your eye, and you see your father, also attired in a Vault Suit, appear at the top of the stairs. He hesitates, though, glancing at his own Pip-Boy, then at the distance to the Vault. His face stricken, he raises his arm and presses a control.\n\n"Vault doors closing," the automated voice announces brightly.\n\n"HECTOR, NO!" comes the muffled cry from beside you, a low thumping starting, which is quickly drowned out as you throw yourself against the door of your own cryopod in a panic and begin slamming your fist against the reinforced glass of the window.\n\n"DAD, DON'T DO IT!" you scream, tears streaming down your face. "YOU CAN STILL MAKE IT!"\n\n"Cryopod activating in ten, nine, eight..."\n\nYou force your eyes away from your father's almost serene, accepting smile to look at your Pip-Boy, furiously stabbing your finger at the screen, at the keyboard, looking for anything to stop the doors from their horrible grinding motion, to stop the activation sequence, just to give you more time, anything. "Five, four, three," you notice the voice saying, its countdown almost exactly matching that of the countdown to the nuclear strike.\n\n"Two, one."\n\n"NO!" you wail, flinging both hands against the glass, staring up at the sight of the doors slamming closed.\n\n"Cryopod activating."\n\n<hr>\n[[It feels cold.|GGMCE8x5]]

Okay, so she kinda gripped it around the very base, got her fingers under the balls, and... \n\nIt takes you a few tries to figure out that you have to squeeze your fingers and angle your hand a bit as you pull, but the detachable penis properly detaches with that same little <i>pop</i> you heard before. There's a weird abrupt feeling like... well, frankly like you just sneezed and dislodged some blockage, except entirely different, but that's the closest example you can think of to explaining the abrupt cessation of sensation. After a moment you decide to wrap it in your clothes and go take a shower, which will simultaneously let you clean yourself, your new toy, and rinse your shirt.\n\n'People around here really make some wild stuff,' you muse a bit later as you plop down on the bed, taking the towel off of yourself and using it to pat the item in question dry. ... Still, this one definitely, definitely has some fun possibilities. In fact you take a moment to let your mind wander over what to do with it...\n\n<hr>\n[[Masturbate with it, duh.|GGDP1x1]]\n\n[[Tell a friend about it.|GGDL2x4]]\n\n[[Talk to its creator about it.|GGDP]]

"... Twenty bucks?" you offer, since it's the first amount that really comes to mind as a lowball offer for something like... that.\n\n"Yeah that's cool," she answers immediately. You stare as she wraps her fingers around the very base of it, beneath the balls, and gives a little twist-pull that causes it to come off with an audible <i>pop</i>. "You've got the cash on you, right?"\n\n"Yeah. ... Yeah," you murmur, fishing out your wallet.\n\n"Cool, I'll wash this up for you."\n\nAnd several minutes later you're walking home carrying the plastic container with its, uh, cargo. Still kind of wondering what the hell happened and how you stumbled upon what's apparently an authentic cocksmith. But soon you're back in your nice, cool, dim bedroom. With your bed right there. Waiting. You look down at the container for long moments.\n\n'... Yeah okay let's do this.'\n\nShoving down your jeans and panties, you clamber onto the bed and lay back, propped up on the pillows, before opening the container. Yup, there it is, looking all shiny and black and yet otherwise completely realistically shaped. ... Well obviously the first thing to do is to try it out by itself. As, y'know... what it actually looks like. Sliding a hand down between your legs, you start stroking yourself with your fingertips, teasing your clit and getting yourself wet while you stare a little fixedly at the black rubber cock in your other hand. You give it a shake, and can't help but giggle some at how it wobbles around.\n\nThen you bite your lower lip as you bring it down and try to press it into place. It takes a few tries... its limpness makes it a little difficult to negotiate, despite still being long and thick, and you make a few 'mmfs' and other frustrated sounds at almost getting it in several times before it wobbles and slips out. But finally you're able to use both hands to guide it in, letting out a low moan as you start sliding it inside, your pussy engulfing enough of it that you're able to push more in. The feeling of it sliding inside you, stretching you, filling you is good enough, but you have to admit the feeling of it shifting and almost wiggling inside you from being limp is interesting too, and a lot different and much better than your fingers or any of the makeshift dildos you've used so far. Still letting your teeth worry your lower lip gently, you start working it in and out, having to be careful not to stroke too far lest it slip out of you again.\n\n'Maybe... need to suggest to her... making 'em a bit firmer by default,' you think through a light haze of pleasure, giggling some again as you work it. You guess you've got her contact info, after all, asking her if she can make one that's more serviceable when detached doesn't seem that big of a deal at the moment. Using one hand to pump it in and out a few inches and the other to frig your clit, you let your hips buck and feel fairly free with the whimpers and moans since you're in the house alone right now, before finally giving a little cry as you cum.\n\nSlipping it out of you easily enough, you eye the glistening black rubber thing for a moment. Okay, do you... do you dare try the other thing? ... Yep, definitely. Turning it, you settle the base against the front of your crotch, jumping a little in place as you feel a strange suction sensation there. Then you let out a loud gasp, your hips lifting as you can actually <i>feel</i> the extra weight and sensation of the thing, feel how it's throbbing and stiff as it quickly hardens. Your hips jut up a little, and the now stiff shaft wobbles in the air above your crotch, black rubber balls swaying just almost realistically as well.\n\nYou stare at the thing, glistening with your own juices, and give another swallow before wrapping your hand around it a little hesitantly. Immediately you gasp... you can feel it, alright! Not just the pressure and warmth of your hand, but all the little textures, the pleasure of it, it's even throbbing faintly! Other than the color and texture of it being obviously rubber-like, it's as if you suddenly had a real cock!\n\nBefore you can even think about it you've started stroking frantically, panting loudly as you stare with lightly glazed eyes at what you're doing. Your nipples are trying to dig holes in your shirt and your tits are jiggling a bit beneath it because you're thrusting your hips up against your hands as well, your motions not exactly practiced but still almost frantic. You're not even sure what you're expecting to happen, but when the entirely different feeling of orgasm hits it's with multiple surprises, like the feeling of something abruptly tightening, and then the fact that the black rubber cock starts firing long ropes of cum into the air, splattering across the front of your t-shirt clad tits and one even striking your face right across the mouth. Your whole body twitches and shudders with the strange, intense, pleasurable sensations, and you wind up slumping limply on the bed, trying to catch your breath and staring at the ceiling.\n\nWhile you're laying there, some of the cum inevitably dribbles into your mouth and onto your tongue and... 'Huh. ... Tastes kinda like weak vanilla pudding,' you think with another giggle.\n\nEventually you both catch your breath and come back to yourself, sitting up and spreading your legs, staring down at the still-stiff black rubber... detachable penis. "Um. Well. You're fully functional, aren't you?" you murmur, wiping some more of the cum off of your face and sucking it off your finger. ... Presumably it's completely artificial, you've never heard of real cum having even a light vanilla flavor before, not even in badly written smut. You're definitely going to have to change your shirt... maybe after running it under some water, and hopefully not having any weird smears you'd have to explain to your mother. (You wonder whether "I bought a detachable penis from a stoner and jerked off with it" is better or worse than "I was with a guy and he came on my shirt"?) But yeah probably better get this thing off...\n\n... uh, you remember how to do that, right?\n\n<hr>\n[[Yeah you saw what she did.|GGDL2x3]]\n\n[[Uh, it was... um, she... ... erm...|GGDP]]

You've got some singles and a five or two on you, depending on how good a condition the CD is in (or vinyl) it might be good resale fodder, and you can always hustle up some interest somewhere. The address and a 'Just knock' note is included, and since you don't think this individual is terribly hung-up on appearances, you just pull on a pair of jeans from your floor before booting up and heading out.\n\nSoon you're knocking on the door, and it opens up just enough for a slightly bloodshot eye to peek out. Then it opens up some more, revealing a tall, fairly toned-looking woman with black hair that has several braids done in it, seemingly at random over the rest of her hair, a black tanktop with pot leaf print, and battered, faded jeans. "Hey, yeah, s'up?" she asks.\n\n"I came about your Devilist ad?" At her staring at you blankly (she's probably one of those people that somehow gets away with advertising... well, the obvious), you add, "'Detachable Penis'?"\n\n"Oh yeah, right right, sure, I did make an ad for that, yeah," she says with a knowing nod. "Tryna free up some space for stuff, y'know? Okay sure, come on over to the garage, I'll get it."\n\nShe steps out and closes the door behind her, scooting past you and heading back down the walk somewhat and around the corner. She pauses to pull something out of her pocket, and you can't help but stare. Deviville's a 'decriminalized' sort of place, but you still can't remember ever seeing someone just light up a joint out of doors in full sight of everyone. But she puffs on it lightly as she bends over and fiddles with the lock at the bottom of her garage door, ass wiggling in the air, until she can haul it up. "Heeere we go."\n\nHonestly at this point you're expecting, like, a full hydroponic grow operation, but the garage seems mostly normal, with a lot of boxes and containers. Where some people might have tool racks, she seems to have multiple racks of different sizes of 3D printers. Huh. Among the clutter you spot stacks of CD cases, and wander over to eye them, assuming that must be where they are. But a few seconds later you hear a call of "Here y'go," from behind you and turn around. The seller is standing there holding one of those cheap plastic bins that cost three for a dollar, and opens the lid on it as you look. You stare at the contents for a second and say, "Um. What's that?"\n\nShe blinks, then looks down at the gleaming black thing in the box, fully detailed with veins, testicles, and even pores. "It's a detachable penis."\n\n"... Sorry, think there was some confusion," you say, having a little trouble taking your eyes off of it. "I thought you were selling a CD or a record, not a dildo."\n\n"It's not a dildo, it's a detachable penis," she repeats in an even tone, as if trying to explain to someone particularly slow. When you squint at her in annoyance, she shrugs and picks the thing up by the shaft, letting the plastic bin drop. Then, without bothering to close the garage door or the slightest hint of shame, she unbuttons and unzips her jeans and shoves them down past her hips, revealing a thick black bush nestled between her legs. She gives the black dildo a shake... it flops around particularly limply... then presses the base of it against the front of her crotch. You're wondering if she really has gone insane and if she's going to flip out if you just walk off... when you're distracted as the floppy, limp dildo starts getting hard. Your eyes widen as it gradually gets longer and thicker, rising up to stand up jutting out in front. The woman moves her hands to rest on her hips, giving them a shake to show that the black rubber(?!) cock sways and wobbles, without falling off. "See? Detachable penis."\n\n"... what," you murmur flatly, since that's all that really comes to mind.\n\n"Artificially cultivated stem cells suspended in a nutrient-infused plasticene compound and used in conjunction with a copper solution to create pseudonerves and then matched to a thorough scan of human anatomy," the stoner says, as if that were the simplest thing in the world. "Detachable penis."\n\n"... you said first printing," you note faintly, somehow unable to take your eyes off the massive cock now jutting from her crotch, which seems to be very faintly moving, as if it were throbbing with her heartbeat.\n\n"Yeah, this is one of the first batch that I 3D printed. I've got way better ones now that I'm gonna use for my funding pitch soon, I gotta clear these out to make space for the next round of stuff. So you wanna make me an offer on it?"\n\n<hr>\n[[... No.|GGDL]]\n\n[[... Yeah.|GGDL2x2]]\n\n[[... Demonstration.|GGDL]]

"I was hoping you'd say that," Arachne says with a relieved sigh. "Most of our guild was going to be online for a meeting today."\n\n"Right, strength in numbers," you agree. "Do you have a guildwarp stone?"\n\n"No, but I have a recall spell, that should work the same way, right?"\n\n"Should." Fishing in your inventory for the item that lets you teleport to the city where your guild is based, you select the item, then look over the shiny purple stone with bands of gold wrapped around it. "So weird seeing this stuff for real."\n\n"I know, right?" Arachne gives a little huff, then nods. "Okay, on three. One, two, thr-"\n\n"-ee."\n\nYou shudder a little. That was... weird. You could sort of see two places at once, and felt like you were both nowhere and split in two at the same time. But now the two of you are standing on a street in Pladium. The overgrown buildings here are skyscrapers and high rises, some of them partly collapsed but most intact, but overgrown and decrepit. You and Arachne look around, spotting many more disconsolate adventurers, some simply wandering around crying out in demand for an explanation or for help. Not thirty seconds after you've arrived, two groups come to blows with their fists, and a hole in the sky opens up, armored figures covered in glowing lines and runes starting to emerge. Quickly, you grab Arachne's hand and pull her along, not wanting to stay and see what happens, though you think the question of whether people will die for real is about to be answered.\n\n"I didn't think it would be like this," the assassin whispers, staring around with wide eyes.\n\n"I worried it would. Don't stare at anyone, just watch where we're going, and don't let go of my hand," you answer quickly, eyes fixed ahead. You can feel her give your hand a squeeze of acknowledgement, though. Whether it looks weird for two tall, stacked, grown women to walk around holding hands goes unremarked upon, at least, since it looks like everyone's far more absorbed in the immediate problem. Several minutes later you pass the Cathedral, and see a group of individuals staggering down the steps... looks like you really do come back to life if you get killed. 'Wonder if that'll get taken as a good thing or a bad thing...?' you wonder.\n\nLuckily, even with having to go at real distances at normal speed, it doesn't take the two of you long to get to the guild hall building, located where the tallest skyscraper in Palladium City is in the real world... this one's been done over with a sort of gothic architecture look, so that it looks more like a giant old church than anything else. You see a lot of people going in but very few coming out, and wait for a gap to form before hurrying through with Arachne. The two of you quickly duck into the hallways and follow them (and several staircases) to door 7527, the personal guild hall of the Puckish Rogues. You admit to feeling a little relieved when you grip the knob and it turns without trouble... you were a little afraid someone might have restricted your access for disappearing for months.\n\nThe main room of the hall is set up like someone's personal party den, lots of comfy couches arranged facing each other, piles of pillows, and what are definitely stripper poles now that you can see them in "reality"... you'd always thought they were just some bit of decoration carefully clipped through stuff to look like stripper poles, but no, apparently Elder Tale really had stripper poles in the code somewhere and your guild head managed to get ahold of them. Figures, for her.\n\nThere are a handful of people in the room, and all their heads raise as you come in. The first one up is Boss, who leaps over the arm of the couch she was sitting on and hurries over. A Human with red hair and a penchant for dapper suits in black, purple, and blue, she's also got on blue-tinted shades, and looks far more dashing in the flesh than her avatar ever looked. She grins and grabs your hand, shaking it enthusiastically. "Damn, Cyanide! We were hoping you'd turn up! And you brought back Arachne, too."\n\n"Hey, Boss." You can't help but grin back brightly, squeezing her hand and thumping her on the shoulder. "Glad to see the guild hall's still here. Is the whole guild here?"\n\n"About half." That deep, booming voice comes from the figure stepping up beside Boss. You know that besides having races with animal features like ears and tails, the original Japanese version of Elder Tale had catfolk. Maybe the Japanese thought Americans kept bald eagles like pets as much as Japanese did with cats, because on the American server they replaced that race with 'Eegils'... anthropomorphic bald eagle people. Tembo is one of the higher-ranked members of the guild, and unashamedly decked out in all Eegil-exclusive gear... meaning he's wearing a beaded leather loincloth and beaded leather straps crossing his chest, arms, and thighs, warpaint on the white feathers of his head, and a vividly-colored war bonnet of what are obviously not eagle feathers. (Yeah, the race is basically a bitchfit waiting to happen, though you're pretty sure the Japanese company that runs the game would just say 'We don't give a fuck, go away.') "That is to say, it looks like half the guild was logged on. Of those that were logged on, it seems we have about 120 here in Pladium, perhaps two dozen more in the outlying towns, and maybe another fifty scattered in other cities across the Land of Wen. There might be a few others on other servers, but they'd still show as offline to us."\n\n"So are we circling the wagons? Calling everyone back?" you ask, glancing back and forth between Tembo and Boss. \n\n"Hnnh, I'd like to," Boss answers, scratching at her cheek with one nail. "Problem is, it looks like the Teleport Rings aren't working anymore."\n\n"Can't they use the city teleport scrolls, like I did?" Arachne asks.\n\nBefore Boss or Tembo can answer, you shake your head. "Those only work for the last city you visited, remember?"\n\n"Oh, right. Duh." Arachne sighs and bumps her palm against her forehead. "To actually get back to the city where your guild hall is based from anywhere, you need a guildwarp stone."\n\n"And most people don't keep them in their inventory," Boss adds, huffing in annoyance. "Since they take slightly more expensive materials to create than it is to just buy a scroll, it's normally cheaper and almost as easy to just teleport back to any city and use the Ring to get back to Pladium. It's only the weirdos like you, Cyanide, who base themselves out of towns instead, that even keep the things on hand."\n\n"To make matters worse, it looks like a lot of guilds are finally starting to get into action, after the original confusion," Tembo picks up. "They're organizing and pulling everyone in, and some are even starting to bully smaller guilds into disbanding and joining up with them instead. If we could at least pull all or most of the players scattered across the Land of Wen back, we'd have the strength to be immune to those tactics, and could actually start planning our own next moves without worry."\n\n"Aw, c'mon, beakface," Boss snorts, thumping her friend on the back. It's weird seeing his beak change shape so smoothly so he can scowl at her. "Everyone already here is freaking out, and their stress level is through the roof. What we really need is a party! Dancing, carousing, all the good stuff! We can worry about planning tomorrow, when everyone's not so freaked out!"\n\n<hr>\n[[Side with Boss.|GGETPlaceholder]]\n\n[[Side with Tembo.|GGET2x2]]\n\n[[The writing's on the wall, go find a new guild.|GGETPlaceholder]]

You are about to begin your journey through the Devious World. But you can't go out all unformed and gooey (well you could but that might be skipping ahead). \n\nAnd so we begin with the age-old question, so famously asked by one of the greatest minds ever: are you a boy, or a girl?\n\nOh, wait, the Creator's program has grown weak with the age of the world. You will need to start as a girl for this edition and open the other file to start as a boy.\n\n[[Girl.|FemaleChargen]]

"Go ahead and touch it, if you want," you assure her.\n\nLeslie nods slowly, then reaches out to somewhat hesitantly wrap a hand around the shaft... and jumps a bit when you jump in response. "W-what, you can feel it?!"\n\n"Yeah... I mean it's basically like the real thing. ... Not that I, y'know, have much to compare it to, but I can feel... everything, yeah," you admit, your cheeks pink.\n\n"Y-yeah, it's... I mean I didn't expect it to be so warm," Leslie admits, starting to move her hand slightly, using small, uncertain strokes that make you squirm around. "It's... w-well, it's exactly as warm as you are, other than the rubbery feel it's kind of like touching... I guess I can't say 'the real thing' because no experience either," she admits, her own tan face darkening. "But, uh... it feels..."\n\nShe trails off, just continuing to slowly, gently stroke the black rubber cock jutting from your crotch, gradually getting more and more confident with it, her eyes glazing slightly as they wander from it to you. You can't help but feel she's starting to get lost in all the little gasps and moans you're making, that she's trying to get more reactions out of you with those little squeezes she gives. You can definitely see her nipples pressing into her thin white t-shirt. "You said... it cums," she murmurs after a few moments.\n\n"Y-yeah, and... I think I'm getting close too," you admit, shuddering a little, and letting out another gasp as she slips her hand down to an underhanded grip, squeezing a bit more firmly as she strokes, her eyes locked on your black rubber dick now.\n\n"I wanna see," she almost breathes in a heated tone.\n\nThe words as much as anything are what puts you over the edge, and with a loud moan and a little lurch of your hips you start firing long ropes of pseudojizz outward, Leslie jumping a little bit again both at the sight of those long jets of it and at feeling you throb in her hand. But she continues to stroke the shiny phallus as the ropes of goo get smaller and nearer, until they're dribbling down over her fingers. Obviously without really thinking about it, she pops her fingers into her mouth, glazed eyes raising to your face... then she blinks, surprise apparently refocusing her a little. "Uh... vanilla?"\n\n"Yeah, wild huh?" you say a bit sheepishly.\n\n"Yeah," she murmurs breathlessly, staring down at it for a moment, then looking up at you again. "Hey, Cyan?"\n\n"Yeah?"\n\n"... Can I suck your cock?"\n\n"... Yup."\n\nSoon the two of you are naked, you sitting on the side of her bed with your legs spread, moaning softly as Leslie bobs her head up and down over the top few inches of the detachable penis. It's obvious she's never done this before any more than you have, but she definitely seems to be gaining enthusiasm, as you can feel her tongue stroking all over you and her lips slide down further and further. You moan more loudly as she starts playing with the black rubber balls, still a bit more stiff and solid than the real thing but mobile enough for her to roll around and lift... then you gasp loudly as she slides two fingers into your pussy, starting to pump them in and out gently not quite in time with the motions of her mouth over your prick. Somehow you weren't expecting quite so... much, or for her to so quickly abandon the idea that the two of you were just playing around with the toy. The feel of having someone else's fingers, hot and curling and stroking inside you, as well as a mouth around your cock, is too much and it's not long before you're gasping out a warning just before starting to flood Leslie's mouth with your second load.\n\nApparently Leslie's a bit hooked on that faint vanilla flavor by now, though, because she just gulps every bit of it down and keeps going, seemingly determined to keep working your cock and fingering your pussy until she's gotten more of it. Biting your lower lip, you stroke her hair and look down at her, your other hand wandering up to play with one of your tits, watching as your cute tomboy friend eagerly sucks your jet black dildo of a dick and finger-fucks your dripping pussy.\n\nOnce you've fed her another load, though, you're tired of playing around too. Urging Leslie up and onto the bed, you press her back and then crouch between her legs, returning the favor by sliding two fingers into her equally dripping teen pussy and starting to tongue her clit, Leslie mewling happily and draping her coltish thighs over your shoulders. "Mmmm, fuck, Cyan, yes, fuck," she whimpers happily, hips working to press herself against your fingers and tongue. But it's not long before her general usage of 'fuck' turns into "Fuck me... Cyan, please, fuck me!"\n\nAdmittedly that was absolutely what you were going to do, so hey. Rising up and scooting forward on your knees, you lift her legs up into a shallow V still against your shoulders, framing your own tits. You rub the gleaming, pseudojizz-smeared tip of the black rubber fuckstick up and down along her pussylips, then push it into her pink, both of you giving very sweet, almost relieved moans of pleasure. You exercise every bit of will to keep it going slow since Leslie's so <i>tight</i>, she's gripping around you and you absolutely know now she must have never taken a cock before but now she's taking yours, accessory that it is. \n\nBit by bit you sink into her, until finally your black rubber balls nestle up against her taint. It takes a bit of squirming and shifting position to find a proper way to start thrusting, but you start up with slow, shallow motions and then gradually start thrusting faster and faster, watching Leslie's perky little tits just barely jiggle as you fuck her, her hands twisting in the sheets. "Oh fuck, Cyan, fuck, your cock feels so good, your cock feels so good!" she gasps out.\n\n"Your pussy's fucking amazing," you moan back. "Fuck, Leslie, you're so fuckin' tight!"\n\nSomewhere in there you gradually lean forward until both your tits are pressing together, and you're kissing her, her legs and arms wrapping around you tightly as you try to pound her into the mattress, your tongues twining together almost desperately. Leslie's fingers grip in your hair instead of the sheets, as if afraid you might either stop fucking her or stop kissing her if she let you go, and refuses to let you do either even as you fill her with another load of thick vanilla-flavored goo, thrusting constantly all the while.\n\nEventually though she does slack her grip, and you sit up, panting for a moment before pulling out of her and sort of dazedly admiring your handiwork. Leslie's sweaty, and her hair's mussed, and she's laying flopped out trying desperately to catch her breath, her pussy gaped open just a bit and a complete mess, utterly covered with thick white cream and dripping more of it out. She's flopped an arm across her eyes, her lips parted, visible little shudders still running through her body.\n\n"Holy... holy fuck," she says breathlessly. "That was so good... I need... I need like a minute... and some water..."\n\n<hr>\n[["Yeah... same."|GGDL]]\n\n[["... and then it's your turn."|GGDL]]\n\n[[Fuck her again.|GGDL]]

Oh yeah, a find of this magnitude... you've gotta share this. Besides, part of your brain is already thinking, this is definitely one of those discoveries that's going to be more fun to play with if it's not solo, and you'd maaaaybe already considered once or twice asking this particular friend to fool around anyway. You do a bit of texting and set things up to hang out the next day, before putting the detachable penis back in its container and then shoving it nice and deep in your messenger bag.\n\nThe next day you head over to Leslie's, your tomboyish friend letting you in and leading the way up to her bedroom. With shortish blonde hair, a tan, and a slender build, Leslie's a very cute, tomboyish sort that would fit firmly into the "romantic female best friend" trope if your life were an anime, where the two of you would fawn over each other and mock-date before both winding up with dudes in the last five minutes of the last episode. Your life is not an anime (though admittedly it has recently gotten interestingly weird) so the two of you don't do that, but she is pretty much your closest friend that you could tell just about anything to.\n\n"So what's this super amazing cool find you've got?" Leslie asks cheerfully, eyes glittering with interest since she's always up for odd new gossip and such.\n\n"Here... check this out," you reply, fishing out the container and popping it open.\n\nLeslie peeks in, blinks, then raises her eyebrows. "So you got your hands on a dildo, that's it? I mean c'mon, Cyan, that's not hard, you can do it using paypal and going on Etsy, you just have to make sure to find someone that promises discrete packaging."\n\n"No, that's not-" You pause, then frown. "Wait, it's that easy?! Why didn't you ever tell me!"\n\n"I thought everyone knew! It's where I got mine!"\n\n"You have one?!"\n\n"Yeah! I mean, it's really just one of those bullet vibes, but you wanna see?"\n\n"Kinda. I mean, wait, no," you murmur, putting a hand to your face, then waving it at Leslie to stop her as she gets up and heads towards her closet. "No, listen, I bought this one from a local, like... inventor, and it's kinda different. Here, let me show you."\n\n"Um. Okaaaay." Leslie raises her eyebrows as you push down your jeans and panties and step out of them. "Taking our friendship to new and interesting places a bit. Geez, it's wobbly, how would you even use that thing?" she says as you snag the black phallus from its container.\n\n"With difficulty," you admit, your cheeks pink. "But no, seriously, check this out," you explain, pressing it into place on your crotch.\n\n"So yeah it looks like you have a WHOA!" Leslie yelps, hopping back and flinging her hands up and to the side in an admittedly very anime way as you remove your hands to show that the black rubber cock is adhered, and that it's getting hard. In a matter of seconds it's fully stiff and extended, and Leslie is staring openly. "... It got-"\n\n"Yup."\n\n"And it's-"\n\n"Yup."\n\n"And you can... feel it?"\n\n"Oh yeah," you agree, blushing a bit more as you rest your hands on your hips. "The gal who made it was very insistent on calling it a 'detachable penis'. I mean it even, um... cums. ... When you do."\n\n"S-seriously?" Leslie stares at it, then at you, then at it again. "I mean, can I... see?"\n\n<hr>\n[["Sure, take a feel."|GGDL2x5]]\n\n[["Sure, try it on."|GGDP]]

Grinning, you do a quick glance to see if anyone's about or looking your way, then dart across the street. Luckily the buildings are dilapidated enough that there's plenty of handholds in the walls, either via cracks and missing bits of brick and stone, or gaps between boards, and you can scurry up the side of a building easily enough, hopping and climbing several more times.\n\nSoon you're on the roof of the building opposite the bar, and settling in at the edge, your suit's stealth function blurring your outline and blending you somewhat with the shadows. (Sector Seven seems to be a great place to sneak around since it's not like it will ever be sunny.) You watch through the windows and the occasionally-opened door at the people clustered about, sitting at tables or the bar... and there's your target, Tifa cheerfully moving about in her snug little white top and tight black miniskirt. Ah, classics really are the best. You take just a moment to smirk to yourself that you've got some real life gamer happily waiting tables due to the mental overlay of Tifa Lockhart's personality, before bringing your thoughts back to the matter at hand.\n\nAlright, Tifa's moving around the interior quite a bit as she waits tables, makes drinks, and cooks. She spends the longest time in front of various windows, so you could probably take a shot through one of them. Alternatively you could wait until someone's going out or in and she happens to be in front of the door, which would probably make it a much straighter shot... the closer you get to her neck or heart, the faster the dart will take effect and you'll both be beamed to the reconditioning room, after all. Or you could always wait until the bar closes... though their personality is largely subverted under Tifa's, the player still has influence, and they'll likely want to explore Midgar once the bar is closed, you can get the clearest shot while they're in the street. \n\n<hr>\n[[Shoot through a window.|CapTifa-RR1x2]]\n\n[[Wait for a shot through the door.|CapTifa-RR2x1]]

"S-somebody..." You manage to get out between your brain being blasted with more orgasms, as the tentacles start to pull you and the others down towards the surface of the portal. "Anybody... h-help...!"\n\nThen the room fills with an entirely different sort of bright white light and a low-level thrumming. The light grows brighter and brighter, and you can hear some cracking and breaking noises, along with what sounds like a frustrated shriek, before you suddenly lose consciousness.\n\nWhen you come to, you find you're still suspended midair, your arms and legs restrained, but in an entirely different manner than before. Now you seem to be in some sort of little... technological alcove? Your arms and legs are sheathed in padded holes in the alcove to just past the knee/elbow, rendering you essentially unable to move. Your tits are still massive and your egg-stretched belly juts out in front of you almost past the opening of the alcove. But it is angled so that you can see that the room is circular, and all the others are in similar alcoves, most of them looking dazed or outright unconscious. (Nyoko's tits and belly are so big and so stuffed into the alcove that it's barely even possible to see her past them.) The only other feature in the room is a sliding door on the wall across from you, which... looks familiar?\n\nA moment later the door slides open, and you sag (as much as you can in the restraints) with relief. "Celest!"\n\n"Boy, I really can't leave you alone for a minute, can I?" the purple alien says with a sigh. She's swapped out her silver retro-future outfit for a plain black one, the top, gloves, and boots mostly the same, just that the hotpants have been replaced with a black thong that even more blatantly hugs up against and around her bulge. She's tapping at a pad and glancing around at the others... Kuro must still be really out of it since she's just sort of staring with her mouth agape instead of going wild with glee. "You're really lucky I've fixed the ship up since you left and was able to pull you all out of there and close that portal. I mean, I still could've beamed you up, but the results probably would have gotten... weird."\n\n"You closed the portal?" Rina manages to ask, though her voice is weak.\n\n"Hm? Oh yeah, it's no problem, those Eggbeasts are pretty common," Celest says, wagging a hand. "Not many of their eggs are actually viable, but occasionally one will manage to get laid, ba-dum-tsh, and sink itself in and create a new pocket dimension. They're always looking for a charged portal entrance to come through. Your fault for giving it the opportunity. ... Wow it <i>liked</i> you," she adds, swinging one of her head-tentacles around and poking Nyoko's massively bulged belly, eliciting a muffled squeak from behind the obfuscating wall of tits and tummy.\n\n"Aaaanyway," your alien friend continues, looking at her pad. "Still better get all those eggs out of you, among other things. Let's seeeee... hm, that might work. Any volunteers for a quick test?"\n\n"I-It's a real alien! And she has a <i>dick</i>!" Kuro finally manages to squeal.\n\n"I'll take that as volunteering," Celest says cheerfully, tapping the pad's screen.\n\n"Huh?" Kuro blinks as a panel in the ceiling opens, and something that looks a lot like a ray gun on a robot arm lowers down and swivels to aim at her. "... Eep?"\n\nA pink-purple beam fires out of the emitter at the tip and strikes Kuro's bulged-out belly. She immediately shrieks... in obvious orgasm, her eyes rolling and her body bucking and twisting in its restraints. Her eyes roll up and her tongue juts out, her whole body shaking as all of you stare in shock. Her pussy gushes and quivers visibly... then something that looks very much like a large chicken egg slowly pushes its way out of her pussy and drops to the floor of the alcove, where it wobbles and rocks for a second, dripping girlcum, before it flickers and vanishes. The beam cuts off, and Kuro slumps in her restraints, panting and trembling.\n\n"Great! Works on humans just like anyone else!" Celest chirps in a satisfied tone. "We'll just have to use Acmerays to make you cum out all the eggs. And milk. Should sweat and gush out all the stuff it used to alter you in the process, too, according to these readings, good deal!" While you're still processing that, she hands her pad to one of her headtentacles and hooks her thumbs into her thong, pushing it downward.\n\n"Uh... Celest?" you squeak. "What are you doing?"\n\n"Hm? Well, I'm gonna jerk off to watching you guys semi-literally cum your brains out, obviously," Celest answers in a reasonable tone as she nudges the panties aside and straightens up, revealing her unsheathed alien cock. It starts out purple like the rest of her, but turns to a more hot purple, almost glowing, towards the flared tip, the top of it sort of tapering back to a ridge along the top. She takes her pad back from the one headtentacle while wrapping the other around her dick and starting to stroke it, already tapping at the pad's screen, prompting more of the devices to lower down out of the ceiling, three aimed at each of you. "I mean basically the constant, intense orgasms necessary for this will completely wipe out your minds, but I'm gonna restore them from a backup with the recent weirdness edited out, it's better that way, so not like you'll remember me enjoying the show anyway."\n\n"W-w-w-wait!" Mika blurts. "Isn't there another way to do this?!"\n\n"Yeah probably," Celest answers before tapping the 'Start' button.\n\nInstantly all the center Acmerays fire, striking each girl's egg-swollen belly, and just as instantly the room is full of screams and cries and yowls of sudden, intense wombgasms. Your eyes roll and your body shakes uncontrollably as the beam penetrates into your body, causing not only the strange and intense sensation of an orgasm in your skin and muscles directly where it's hitting, but cumming from your womb far more and even more extravagantly than you did from the eggs being put in, let alone constantly and without even the slightest pause. A moment later the other two start up, the beams striking directly on your nipples and setting off a sort of double nipplegasm and titgasm that rolls back and forth over each other, your tits starting to constantly gush floods of milk as your wails of unending orgasm increase in pitch.\n\n"Mmmm, yeah, honestly gotta say I'm kind of jealous of you guys," Celest moans softly as she thrusts her hips, fucking her cock into the coils of her tentacle, her lustful gaze roaming over the circle of shrieking, spurting, constantly cumming Japanese schoolgirls surrounding her. "Not only getting to be raped by an Eggbeast, but then getting to cum your brains out after. Lucky, lucky girls!"\n\nYou can't argue because you can't even form a coherent thought... in fact you can't really understand what she's saying anymore by the end. The fact that your orgasm doesn't <i>stop</i> but just keeps going on and on is slowly enclosing your brain in white static, gradually wiping out all coherent or sentient thought, reducing you to nothing but an egg-laying, milk-gushing meat machine, less even than an animal, your brain nothing more than a place to keep orgasms. Your pussy continues to quiver and gush and drop eggs onto the alcove plate, your tits spraying obscene amounts of milk everywhere, the sounds of your friends all similarly cumming their eggs and milk and minds out just becoming so much noise amidst the static in your empty head.\n<<set $firstclubactivity to true>>\n<hr>\n[[... ♪ "Run through with a thirsty heart" ♪|GGJSOccultClubRepeat]]

"I mean, Disengage," you announce, though the screen had already been closing. Huh, so the thing in the aquarium is actually some sort of relaxation equipment. ... And sex toy. You shake your head a bit, then pause and glance at the fabricator. Curious now, you walk over to it and open the menu, browsing some of the other sections. Yup, there's a whole 'Sexual Health & Wellness' section... a pretty extensive one, it looks like. It's kinda pervy out here, you think with not a little amusement. You notice that they do have a 'Cost' column... though it looks like the amount of credits you have listed at the bottom of the screen is pretty high. Probably another 'family perk'. ... Well you'll maybe look into it later, for now, you're going to bed without any, ahem, assistance. You peel out of your clothes and crawl under the covers naked for now, sighing as you finally let go of all the tension of the day. You really are starting to feel like it's all gonna be okay.\n\nYou wake a little confused and with a bit of the edge taken off of that feeling of general well-being... maybe actually waking up in the same situation has reminded you that you actually have to face and get through the future the long slow way rather than it just being a vague feeling of 'it's gonna be alright'. ... Hm, that reminds you, is it maybe like Guardians of the Galaxy and Earth music has made its way out here? You'll have to ask one of the others, if you get the chance. In any event you get up and dress again and, not really having been given any specific orders, print yourself some breakfast and lounge around in the conversation pit waiting.\n\nYou don't have to wait long, though, as there's a chime that's pretty obvious as an entry bell. At your call of "Yeah?" as you stand up, the door slides open and Luna walks in, expression composed. "You won't be assigned any formal duty shifts for a while, but come with me and I'll show you the bridge and some of the systems there," she says, beckoning slightly. "Since it's the closest to the quarters that's where you'll be called most often if we need extra help."\n\nYou follow after her, idly wondering if there's something behind her seeming borderline monotone or if it's just her thing, but not seeing any way to bring it up gracefully. So the two of you head back up to the same deck the briefing room the captain took you to yesterday was on... in fact it's not that much further down, at the end of the corridor. The bridge turns out to be a largeish room, and is again more on the spare and militaristic side, though there's also a thronelike quality to the positioning of the captain's chair in the center, where Captain Sykes is already sitting looking at a computer tablet. She glances over and gives you a nod, but not much other attention, apparently figuring Luna has you well in hand. You can see Loen down at one of the stations near the front, while there's a handful of other crew, all aliens, arrayed around the room at various stations. You do a bit of a double-take at the sight of another dinosaur-man... he's not as big as Doc, and seems to be some sort of predator type to judge by the clawed fingertips and generally more predatory look of his face and lean build, but you couldn't put a name to it beyond 'Wow that guy's a dinosaur'.\n\nLuna leads you around to some of the stations, and the other crewmembers nod cordially enough at you, though no one introduces themselves and Luna apparently doesn't feel that introducing them is necessary. She goes over the functions of some of the stations... it's pretty easy to comprehend, and you're left wondering if the ship is just idiot-proof or maybe it's that knowledge upload Sykes mentioned before... before eventually leading you down to the front.\n\n"You know Loen, and that's his partner, Buun," Luna says, gesturing first at the cyan-haired Human and then at the other station, where an equally slight but even shorter male is sitting, his hair bright pink with matching long, floppy ears that look almost as long as he is tall dangling down on either side, the alien clad in a white jacket and little white shorts as well as boots. "They're our best two pilots, but it's one of those skills that everyone should have at least a little of out here, so you'll be spending some time with them soon." She pauses, as if considering, then turns and gestures back towards the station the dino-man is working. "For today, join Riksa at astrogation."\n\nIt's slightly intimidating to walk over and stand beside the man... besides the fact that he's so big (not as big as Doc, but muuuch bigger than you), that predatory look to him is prodding at your monkey brain and causing reactions. Weirdly enough not all of them are trying to stimulate your fight or flight... part of you recalls that there's two more F's that intense response of something dangerous can cause, one being Freeze, and the other being why your nipples are suddenly so damn stiff.\n\nIf Riksa notices anything about your manner, he's at least too polite to say, instead nodding to you. "Alright, since we're trying to cut as much time off this cargo run as we can, our top priority now is making sure we have to divert from a direct course as little as possible. That's basically what astrogation involves, after all... you plot a direct line to your destination, then figure out the minimum amount of variation you can safely manage."\n\n"That makes sense, yeah, since there's not things like tides or winds to worry about," you agree.\n\nHe chuckles a bit, which makes your cheeks flush, both since you apparently made an error and since he does have a rather deep, rumbly bass voice that kind of Does Things to you. "Well there are, and noticing them on the sensors and charts is part of what I do. But the computer usually notifies you about all those when you plot the original course, so a lot of the work is done before we ever even lift off. Once we're in space it's more monitoring it for changes. Like, here."\n\nHe points a clawed finger at the screen, indicating a little bright point made up of numerous dots. "That's a particle bloom. They happen sometimes, all sorts of different kinds of particles that have fallen into subspace erupt back out together. I've already sent a course suggestion that will take us far enough to one side of it that our shields will protect us from being hit by any dangerous kinds. But," he adds in a slightly important tone, raising a finger and wagging it. "It will still disrupt the sensors. Which is why some ships like to steer further away from particle blooms. Avoiding the sensor disruption could add as much as half a day to our trip, though, which is why I've been considering whether to suggest that as well. What do you think?" he offers in an encouraging tone.\n\nYou turn back to the screen, not having been expected to offer your opinion. Um... hm. Extra safety or better time?\n\n<hr>\n[["This course looks fine, I think."|GGSP]]\n\n[["Hmmmm..."|GGSP1x6]]

"Look, c'mon, it's no big deal," you mutter dismissively, waving halfheartedly at Dean as he hovers over your shoulder fretting. "Like you said they're probably just doing major boring shit anyway, just drinking heavily while they're doing it and maybe wearing dumb costumes. I'll peek in, satisfy my curiosity, and shut it off, it's no big."\n\n"Cyan, c'mon!"\n\n"Hush, hush, see, it's just-" You point as you link up to one of the cameras... and freeze as the screen is abruptly filled by a masked woman enthusiastically sucking a cock right about at the exact height you hid the camera at. Your jaw goes slack, and behind you you can hear Dean making strangled shyboy noises. "... Uh. Huh. Well." You switch to one of the other cameras that you hid in the downstairs bathroom to find a masked man bent over the toilet seat, being pounded in the ass by another wearing a dog mask. Swallowing, you switch to one of the ones with a general view of the living room, and, "Yeaaah that is definitely a lot of naked people."\n\nIt is, in fact, a veritable houseful of naked people. Luckily a check of your room shows that it's closed and the lights are out, looks like your parents at least made it off-limits. But much of the rest of the house is filled with people who are either naked or mostly naked, a few here and there wearing bits of lingerie or other accessories. Everyone is masked, most of them with masks just covering their upper faces, but a few of them have full facemasks or even somewhat helmet-like things like Mr. Dogmask in the bathroom. And while some of them are just hanging out and chatting like you'd expect of any normal party, added to that are them occasionally reaching out to fondle or pinch at one another, not to mention the people just out-and-out fucking at various points. The body types range from young and fit to old and fit to young and pudgy to old but apparently still capable of giving a good facefucking.\n\n"Hunh," you murmur, mostly to yourself. "Well, it's sexier than 'Eyes Wide Shut'. Not that that'd take much."\n\n"Your parents let you watch that?" Dean says in a somewhat distant tone, his wide eyes still glued to the screen and his face red. \n\nYou can't help but glance at him briefly and make a bit of a face. How to explain to this sweet summer child that it is actually physically possible to watch something you have not been given explicit permission to watch? Well, case in point, you turn your own attention back to the screen, where an area in the middle of the room is being cleared. "Oh, hey, they're doing something. The heck is that?" you continue as several men bring out something that looks like a frame made of thin pipes. "Wait, come to think of it, I think I've seen that disassembled in the garage. But it's some kind of... yeah, it's a kinky sex thing," you snort as a woman in a mask and collar is led forward towards it and bent forward some, her wrists pressed and fastened into cuffs attached to part of the frame. \n\n"We shouldn't be watching this. Who is that anyway?" Dean asks curiously, apparently unable to help leaning a bit closer to look at the large, dangling breasts of the woman now being supported bent forward with her round, full ass jutted out and her legs spread to show off her bare pussy.\n\n"... Um." It suddenly sinks in where you've seen the particular white mask the woman is wearing, and the length of the black hair despite it currently being in a braid, as well as the proportions. "I... think that's my mom."\n\nDean makes another strangled squeaking sound. After all, he knows your mother, and now she's on screen bent over, displaying her pussy and asshole to dozens of onlookers and the camera (despite not knowing about the latter). "Ohgosh ohgosh ohgosh turn it off!"\n\nYou continue to ignore him for the moment, feeling weirdly curious as to where this is going. Is your father going to step up wearing that black mask you saw in their bedroom? Well, it turns out that a black masked figure does indeed step up... but it's another woman. Her mask is a 'Zorro' style one with a molded face section and long tails tied in back, mostly leaving her thick, wavy auburn hair unbothered and hanging down past her shoulderblades. She's tall and lean and with a severe look about her, probably helped by the fact that the only thing she's wearing other than the mask is a thing that you can only think of as a 'tactical corset', done up with straps and clasps rather than laces and a few places that look like they're for attaching things too. Well, that's not true, she's also wearing a pair of shoulder-high fingerless gloves, showing them off as she runs the thin straps of a flogger through her fingers. "Who the <i>hell</i> is that?" you can't help but hiss, leaning in a bit closer and squinting at the screen.\n\n"... I think..." Dean swallows heavily, before speaking again, voice faint. "I think that's <i>my</i> mom."\n\nYou jerk a bit in place, turning your head to look at him before returning to staring at the screen. Now that he says it, you can totally see it... the hair color's the same, just not in its usual braid-and-bun do, though you'd guess the length is about right for said style. Despite her nudity, once you mentally add clothes the build matches up too. So now you're presented with the image of Dean's mostly naked mother approaching your entirely naked mother and gently brushing the tips of of the flogger's strands against her bare and vulnerable ass.\n\n<hr>\n[[Nnnnnnnnnnnnope!|GGParent]]\n\n[[... Well that's a hell of a thing.|GGParent]]

<<set $capfail += 1>>Even as you're still considering, you watch as Tifa moves around to one side of a table, her back to the window, and bends forward some to start setting drinks and food in front of the men sitting at it, practically presenting her big, leather-clad ass to you. Despite knowing better, you really can't resist a target that alluring, and grinning you put your eye to the viewfinder of the scope. You zoom in a little on the full, round curves, taking just a moment to savor it as that plump ass moves back and forth, skirt threatening to ride up and show you a bit of panty. Then you pull the trigger. There's the sound of glass shattering, and a distant yelp... a male one. Which goes with the fact that Tifa's ass moves in surprise in the scope, but doesn't have a dart in it.\n\nBlinking, you zoom the view out a little... and spot the dart. Sticking out of the inner thigh of a redheaded guy at the table who looks nineteen or so.\n\nYou're still cursing yourself as you appear in the reconditioning room about a second later. (The dart must have hit fairly close to an artery.) The Reconditioning Rifle looks and feels so much like a sniper rifle that you let yourself forget that its payload is an injector dart... and while you programmed this simulation to work on video game physics, modern video games have no trouble accounting for the fact that small, light, relatively slow projectiles can easily have their course changed by things like wind, distance... or smashing through a pane of glass. You glare through the dimness of the room at the well-lit center, where the redheaded youth is sitting on an articulated metal surface currently formed into a chair, his wrists, ankles, and middle secured by metal straps. He's looking around frantically, his face flushed and body trembling, and a hardon that has to be throbbingly painful tenting his pants. Looks like his NPC constitution isn't made of the same stern stuff as the PCs the dart is meant to be used on, and his fear and the aphrodisiac have pretty well overwhelmed the tranquilizer.\n\n"W-what's going on?! Who are you?!" he practically squeaks, staring at you in fear.\n\nStill pissed over your miscalculation, you ignore him and stalk over to the control touchscreen for the reconditioning. Without hesitation you stab the button in the corner that reads 'Mind Wipe', a robot armature immediately swinging down and into place over the youth's head, making him yelp with fear as the little arms to the sides of it snap around and into place, pressing flat metal circles to the sides of his forehead. There's a low crackling like static electricity, and his eyes widen further before rolling in his head, his body twitching slightly, and a wet spot appearing at the tip of the bulge in his pants. As the little readout of 'Mindwipe Completion' percentage and progress bar climbs, globs of white begin oozing through the fabric as he cums the entire time his brain is being erased. When the percentage hits '100%', the armature retracts into the ceiling, leaving him slumped in the chair, eyes glassy and empty, body limp, cum still oozing down the front of his pants.\n\nA little mollified at having taken out your anger on a hapless NPC, you decide to at least make the best of it. Tapping the menu to access the quick-use preselects, you tap 'Service Gynoid Conversion'. Immediately the chair reconfigures, flattening out into an even surface so that the literally mindless teen is laying flat more robot arms swing into action, cutting off his clothing, revealing a rather scrawny body with his still-hard cock smeared with his own cum laying flopped against his belly. Others move to inject various parts of his body, before starting to place gleaming white plastic 'armor' panels over his arms and legs. A chest panel with molded plastic tits is fastened over his otherwise flat chest, and another calmly tucks his stiff, oozing prick inside the feminine shape of the hip panel before sealing it closed. Once a featureless white helmet has been lowered over his head, a circle of floor opens up, a glowing, spinning ring passing up along the reconditioning restraint, energy crackling as the nanites injected into the youth's body are activating, turning bone into metal, flesh into rubber, joints into servomotors, nerves into wires and brain matter into circuits.\n\nOnce the ring has reached the top, it powers down and slides back downward, disappearing into the floor again. The restraints retract, and the completed service gynoid stands and makes its way over to you with a measured gait, identical to all the other ones inhabiting your player housing. Still just a little miffed, you grunt, "Turn around and bend over." It does so without hesitation, spinning 180 and bending forward ninety degrees, arms stiff at its sides as it presents the white rubber fleshlight housed between its legs to you. Grabbing its wrists as handles, you retract your suit from over your stiff prick and thrust into that largely featureless artificial pussy and start pounding away at it, your hips slapping the high-impact white plastic of the droid's molded buttocks.\n\nOverall a wash... you've converted an NPC into a slightly more useful kind of NPC, and racked up a failed mission. After you've finished venting your frustration by emptying your balls into your new service robot's onahole, you'll have to [[head back to the mission room and try again|Capture-MissionRoom]].

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

Might as well admit it... during your epic masturbation session last night, thoughts passed through your head about what you might like to do with... or to... your parents. After all they're both still vital, attractive people, and you lick your lips a little at the thought that now they could be all yours for the asking.\n\n"Actually, I'm less hungry than... horny," you announce, figuring that you can at least play that off as a crass joke if it doesn't work, and maybe get off with a scolding about appropriate humor.\n\nInstead your mother nods. "Hm, alright, well, you are a teenager. Anything you'd like to do about that?" \n\n<hr>\n[[Take your mother upstairs.|GGHH]]\n\n[[Take your father upstairs.|GGHH]]\n\n[[Fuck them both here.|GGHH]]

Hm. Perhaps just the right blend of half-truths and lies would convince Dean's mother. ... Put like that, now you want to do it mostly for the challenge. You spend a bit concocting the tale, and messaging Dean to get it straight with him. Predictably he hedges a fair bit about the whole thing, but you're able to convince him to give it a shot. The plan: tell his mother that there's going to be a long D&D session, which she's usually... well, she tolerates them, with not the best grace in the world. (She seems to actually understand that her son needs friends, even as overprotective as she is, you'll give her that.) Then once she's agreed to that, he can add on the bit about you staying over since your parents have asked you to keep out of the way and it's fine with them and so on. A multi-tier plan built on half-truths and lies! Likely to come crashing down, but!\n\nYou're rather surprised when he messages you back saying that the sleepover is a go. Huh, that was actually way easier than you thought, you expected a game of telephone tag and having your parents talk to his mom and crap like that. But apparently it's fine for you to stay over, though of course his mother tacks on a long list of rules: only staying in the public parts of the house, curfew is eleven which is when you go straight to the guest room and don't come out until seven the following morning, stuff like that. Better than you hoped for anyway, even if a little prison warden-y. Sigh, poor Dean.\n\nThat Saturday in the early evening you arrive at his house and knock, not terribly surprised when you can faintly hear Dean hurrying to the door, no doubt not wanting to leave you waiting and thus look rude. He opens it, revealing pale platinum blonde hair and grey eyes... you've always been unable to help but think he looks sort of like he's one of those 'character from a black and white movie escaped into the real world' characters, except of course he's a cute, fairly short boy in a hoodie and jeans rather than some hard-bitten detective in a fedora and trench coat. (Ah, right, the eternal deep freeze of Dean's house, which is why everyone from the D&D group knows to bring their own hoodies and you brought one tonight.) "H-hey, Cy," he greets a little nervously, though he smiles a little as he brushes a finger at the corner of his mouth. "Um, well, I mean, c'mon in, glad you're... y'know."\n\n<img src="images/Dean.jpg">\n\n"Yeah, thanks," you answer, heading inside. You pause in the entryway while Dean closes the door, setting down your backpack and untying your Vault 101 hoodie from around your waist so you can shrug into it, leaving it open in front since it's a zip-up. "So where's your mom?" you ask, wondering just how far away from her you can keep for the night, especially once the two of you tell her that everyone else in the group "canceled".\n\n"Oh, um, that's right, I forgot to tell you. I think my mom even agreed to this because she's going to your parents' party... she already left, even. I guess she didn't want to risk disturbing their plans since she's a guest." Dean frowns thoughtfully as he follows you down into the very nicely-furnished basement that's been converted into a rather snazzy gaming room. (Yeah yeah she has her good points okay?) "I mean, I'm still kind of worried that I'll get in trouble if she finds out the game didn't happen, but..."\n\n"It'll be fine. But check this out," you say as you sit down at the table and haul out your laptop to set it up. "Aren't you a little curious to know what she's doing at that party?"\n\n"... I mean it is kind of weird, Mom's not much of a... party-er," he admits, though looking mostly confused as you get everything plugged in. "But she goes out every so often, and I mean she is kind of friends with your parents so it's usually their parties. Don't you figure they just... eat and listen to music or something?"\n\nYou admire his restraint in not picturing the adults having pizza and watching movies like one of the parties the friend group the two of you shares has, really you do. "Well I saw my parents making a bunch of kind of funny prep work for this party, so I decided to set up some hidden cameras so we can check it out."\n\nDean's jaw visibly sags. "Wha? But we can't! Cyan, that's spying!"\n\n"I mean they're spy cameras, so," you answer breezily as you watch the laptop boot up.\n\n"W-we shouldn't! I mean it'd suck if they did that to us, right?!" Dean blurts, and you have to admit that one stings a little. Yeaaah your parents sticking nannycams around the house to make sure you weren't getting up to anything, y'know, fun while they were gone would be pretty shit. Perhaps sensing he's scored a hit, Dean presses on. "C'mon, Cyan, let's not. How about I run an adventure instead? I can scale it just for one powerful character, I've got some notes and stuff so it would only take me like an hour to get everything together and then we can play all night. I mean, that sounds fun, right? Please?"\n\n<hr>\n[[No you wanna check the cams.|GGParent14x4]]\n\n[[Oh... fine.|CyanDDD1x1]]

Well, when you want to know something, what's the obvious way to find out? ... Hahaha no not <i>ask</i> that goes against the entire fiber of our society! Obviously you're going to spy on your parents using technology. What're they gonna do if they find out, punish you? You'll just say you learned by example of the government, clearly it's not your fault you think that a surveillance state is normal. (If nothing else the creativity of your excuse ought to buy you some leniency.)\n\nSo instead you dig out some of the little webcams you've bought at various times because you got super cheap deals on old models so why would you not buy electronics when you see that? They're not super small, but with a bit of creativity and the house pretty much entirely to yourself during the day for several days you're easily able to tuck them away here and there in places that they're pretty much invisible. You set up a little private network for them and a long, encrypted streaming link that only you'll have, so that you'll be able to watch on your laptop remotely. You should have pretty good coverage of most of the major areas of the house, enough to peek in and see what's going on.\n\nNow let's see, with that taken care of, you need to actually find out who to spend the night at the house of. Preferably someone who you can let in on the secret of your spying. If you think of it that way, as to who would definitely keep the secret properly, it narrows the field to two possibilities. There's your best female friend Leslie, who you're fairly sure would be pretty enthusiastic about the whole idea. The downside being maybe too enthusiastic, Leslie's at least as curious and tends to latch onto things even harder than you do, she might try to take over the whole operation and spend all night pestering you 'Check the other camera! No the other one!' or something.\n\nYou wouldn't have to worry about that with Dean, one of your D&D buddies. He's a sweetheart but, quite frankly, has a spine of braided half-cooked ramen noodles. Half the reason you could count on him to keep your secret is that you're pretty sure he'd be afraid not to... you've never bullied or pressured him once in the time you've known him (at least intentionally), but he is a little... skittish, putting it nicely. Still he's a good friend... the big issue would be that his mother hates you (and all his friends, but especially his female friends) and you're pretty sure it's a long-shot that she'd ever allow you to spend the night, even entirely innocently. Still, worth a shot, even if you'd have to put up with her.\n\n<hr>\n[[Stay over at Leslie's.|GGParent]]\n\n[[Stay over at Dean's.|GGParent14x3]]

"Okay, I want a look at these 'Oneesama candidates'," you announce. You snap your fingers, making her jump, and point at the door. "Lead the way."\n\n"O-of course!" she squeaks, rushing to the door and holding it open for you. You resist the urge to give a pleased moan. This is turning out to be the best day ever. \n\nShe shows you to a different part of the house, past what looks like a large dining room with rows of long, antique wood tables and gorgeous Victorian recreation chairs. The two of you edge up to one section of wall that's made out of garden windows with matching doors, the area beyond apparently partly open to the outside to judge by the amount of sunlight it's getting, and peek around the edge to peer in the window. What you see almost makes you choke. "Holy shit!"\n\n"What?! What is it?!" Kimiko squeaks in worry.\n\n"Most of them have bigger tits than me!" you blurt, your eyes wide. "What the hell!"\n\n"I did think you were a little small, for an American," the smaller girl admits, quailing a bit when you look at her, apparently taking your stare of confusion for displeasure.\n\n"I'm a D-cup," you reply flatly. Then do a bit of mental conversion of American bras to Japanese bras. "E-cup."\n\n"Don't worry, Layla-sama, I'm sure you'll get a growth spurt soon," she says with such honest conviction that you actually can't bear to be mad at her for saying something so crazy. Instead you look up again, trying to shake off the fact that the whole world (or at least the small landmass you're on now) has gone crazy.\n\n"Fine, fine, tell me the major players here, who's available, who are they, gimme the lowdown," you murmur, instinctively sensing that Kimiko will be, if nothing else, invaluable as an informant.\n\n"Um, okay. Oh, there, that tall girl with the shoulders, the one who's laughing," Kimiko says, managing to resist the urge to point. Good little stalker. "That's Denka Nijiko. Oh, um, I mean Nijiko Denka..."\n\n"Japanese-style is fine, just make with the exposition," you murmur as your eyes track the lithe girl who at least isn't bigger-breasted than you, though she's also bottle blonde... isn't there usually a bad reputation with that here?\n\n"O-okay. Well, she's the most athletic girl at St. Perpetua's. Running, jumping, swimming, she's great at everything. She could have transferred to the athletics program and become a professional sports star easy, but everyone said she was too close to the girl that she wanted to be her Oneesama. Now that girl's graduated and it's too late for her to transfer, so she just pursues all the athletics-related courses St. Perpetua's has."\n\n"Okay." You glance back and forth, before settling on one of the annoyingly better-endowed girls. "Her, the one with the fantastic hair and great jewelry."\n\n"Hoseki Rea. She specializes in fashion studies, what everyone calls the 'arm candy' courses." You trade a glance with her at that, and she shrugs. "Some say she's haughty but she's also really nice. She makes clothes for the other girls and only charges for materials, and they're always super pretty."\n\n"Hmm." Lot of potential there. Still, good to know all your options. "The nerd." At Kimiko's somewhat blank look, you nudge her. "The glasses. The book. The slightly rumpled hair. Ah, dammit, what's the word?" You scowl, trying to remember something one of the tapes said, before remembering and giving Kimiko a nudge in the back again. "The kinda fujoshi-lookin' one."\n\n"Oh! Kirabiyakana Yoru. She's got the best grades in school. Like, not just St. Perpetua's, in Meinubureiku Gakuen. She transferred in last year, and made friends with a lot of the other girls in her year, but didn't have an Oneesama. She's probably only heard about having an Imouto, I dunno what she even thinks about it."\n\n"Got it. Who's the chick with the tan?"\n\n"Arukoro Shingo. Her family's the biggest produce distributor in Japan, her big brother is in agriculture classes here at Meinubureiku Gakuen and her little sister is at St. Felicity's right now. She's super straightforward and always speaks her mind, everyone says it's almost like she's Amerrrr-" She shrinks a bit under your look. "-rrry person to be around."\n\n"Uh-huh. Alright, in the corner, and... holy <i>fuck</i>, her poor back," you hiss.\n\n"Habataki Shai," Kimiko says immediately, not even needing to look. "She doesn't talk much, she's pretty nervous around other people," she adds with a sigh, obviously knowing the feeling. "But everyone says she's the nicest person in the whole school, and she does super well in all her courses that have anything to do with like, parenting, or comforting, nutrition, all that stuff. Some of the other students are calling her 'The Ultimate Waifu'."\n\n"The students here are weird. ... Okay, the hyper chick bogarting the sugar bowl."\n\n"Sharotoruzu Paiko. She's..." Kimiko goes silent as the wavy-haired girl suddenly laughs so hard at something Nijiko said that she falls out of her chair. "... a little, um, eccentric. Her family owns a bunch of mining concerns, I think? But apparently she's got a reputation for constantly throwing parties every time she can get away with it, doing anything she thinks is fun, and generally driving the Sisters nuts."\n\n"What about-"\n\n"I think everyone else in there already has an Imouto, Layla-sama," Kimiko interrupts, sinking down a bit lower when you look at her. "It's... it's pretty much just those six right now. I mean, maybe there are some others, but-"\n\n"Yeah, no, I get it. Basically if I want an Oneesama, it's one of them." You purse your lips, looking up. This whole Oneesama and Imouto thing is obviously a huge part of the school culture. You don't exactly relish the idea of someone trying to 'mould' you, or whatever, but better that than being 'One of those pathetic first years who couldn't get an Oneesama'. So you're going to have to pick, and the sooner the better, because you have a feeling the longer you wait, the fewer of these girls will be available. The question is, which one...?\n\n<hr>\n[[Nijiko.|MeanJPPlaceholder]]\n\n[[Rea.|MeanJPPlaceholder]]\n\n[[Yoru.|MeanJPPlaceholder]]\n\n[[Shingo.|MeanJPPlaceholder]]\n\n[[Shai.|MeanJPPlaceholder]]\n\n[[Paiko.|MeanJPPlaceholder]]

You stare at the characters at the top of one of the pages. Frowning, you lift the page up and face it towards Murata-sensei. "Um. Does this say 'Elegance'?"\n\n"Certainly," the counselor acknowleges with a small nod as you turn the page back around and start reading. "Our courses in elegance, etiquette, and refinement are second to none. You will learn flower arrangement, tea ceremony, household management, motherhood skills, therapy techniques, massa-"\n\n"These are homemaker courses," you interrupt while still reading over the page, earning another near-glare. "It's four years of teaching you to be a 'proper' wife."\n\n"If you wanted to put it with such typical American bluntness, then yes, they are. Rather, they are to prepare you to be the life partner of someone who likely has numerous important responsibilities such as running a company... or a country. Fully their partner, we believe, as invaluable to the function of their business as they themselves are." She actually smiles just a little. "With these courses, Mercer-san, you might be lucky enough to land yourself a good <i>Japanese</i> husband."\n\nIt takes every ounce of self control you have not to roll your eyes, but you manage. Slipping the page out of the folder again, you set the rest of the folder back on the desk. If you're honest with yourself, "marrying money" has always been your career plan from the very start. If you're really guaranteed success by graduating from this place like she says you are, this may actually be a high school education that will be of some use to you.\n\n"Excellent." Murata-sensei turns to her computer and spends a few moments typing, speaking as she does. "I think you'll be very pleased with your choice. Ninety-nine percent of graduates of the Elegance program at St. Perpetua's are married within two years, some directly after graduation."\n\n"St. Perpetua's?" you ask as you stand and follow after the counselor. "It's a different school?"\n\n"St. Perpetua's of the Loving Guidance is a part of Meinubureiku Gakuen, but largely functions as its own school, as do many of the others. This particular one is technically a Catholic school."\n\nYou can't help but giggle a little at the realization that you've flown all the way to Japan just to go to Catholic school, quickly schooling your expression to innocence as Murata-sensei looks at you. She shows you back outside to where the car is waiting now, both of you climbing in. Indeed, you even pass through a separate set of gates, driving by a large cathedral before finally pulling up in front of what's blatantly a mansion. Yes, this is what you were expecting when you heard of luxurious dorms! Murata-sensei leads you inside and through a hallway labeled 'East Wing'. In English, amusingly enough. "I'm sure your roommate will help with showing you around and showing you where your classes are, once you receive your schedule."\n\n"Roommate?" you whine, before again schooling your face when you get a Look. Once she looks ahead again, you poke your tongue out. Bitch. "I didn't know we'd have roommates."\n\n"It promotes closeness and community," she answers with such a prim, clipped tone that it's obviously the stock answer. She stops in front of a door labeled '1K' and opens it, allowing you to step inside. You do and have to admit that the room isn't bad, even if you do have to share it. It's huge, for one thing, even if it is all shared space, a pair of queen-sized canopy beds at the far corners. There's only one desk, but also a decent-sized table with chairs, some other comfy-looking furniture, even a fireplace. You trot inside and take a look around, opening the (walk-in, squee!) closet on one side and opening another door, finding a half-bath with what looks like honest-to-god gold sink fixtures. "Your dorm head will no doubt drop your schedule by eventually, along with your luggage," the counselor says, stepping back and closing the dooor.\n\nYou spend a few more minutes looking around the room before the door opens again. You turn to find a rather short, undeveloped (even relatively) Japanese girl entering, wearing a similar uniform to yours, though the jacket is black and the skirt is maroon and black patterned, and she's wearing a black tie and simple socks. She actually <i>squeaks</i> and gives a little jump of surprise as she spots you, and you can't help but smile like a cat with a captive mouse. Oh, you'll have this one jumping at your every command in no time. The expression seems to make her even more nervous, and she fidgets visibly, raising a hand to run it through her short black hair.\n\n"Um. H-hi. I'm Kimiko... you... you must be the transfer student."\n\n"Layla." You walk toward her with your best Bitch Stride, and she actually quails a little bit and draws in on herself as you wind up looming over her. You rest your hands on your hips, smiling down at her and staring her down, and you can tell it's taking everything she has not to actually hunch down and start trembling. Holy shit, this is so amazing you're almost getting wet. "Nice to meet you," you coo in a poisoned honey tone. "I hope we can be friends."\n\n"I-I hope so too!" she squeaks, in a tone that says she'd settle for not being swallowed whole.\n\n"Murata-sensei said you'll help show me around. You will, won't you?" you add in a purr, injecting juuust the tiniest amount of threatening tone into the second, letting her assume her own consequences if she doesn't.\n\n"Of course! Of course I will!" she almost whimpers. She peeks nervously up at you. "U-um, but once you get an Oneesama, she'll help you a lot too, y-you know, Layla-sa-" You shift your shoulders a little, and she bites her lower lip a little before finishing with a quiet. "-ma."\n\n"A 'big sister'?" you ask, tilting your head.\n\nAt that she perks up, relaxing just a little. "Th-that's right... you didn't go to junior high at St. Felicity's. You hear a lot about it there. Um, when you get to St. Perpetua's, first year girls like us are sort of 'adopted' by third year girls." She's almost smiling by now as she continues, though she twiddles her fingers nervously together. "Until they graduate, the Oneesama guides her Imouto, helps and protects her, and imparts her own particular lessons of femininity and elegance learned from her own Oneesama. Then, when your Oneesama graduates and you become a third year, you get to become an Oneesama yourself." By now she's practically beaming, before her face suddenly falls. "I bet I won't be a very good one, though."\n\nSomething dangerously close to the human emotion of 'pity' wells up in you before you mentally shove it out a window. You look at Kimiko speculatively. "Do you have an Oneesama yet?"\n\n"Um. No." She droops even more. "No third years have approached me, and I... I'm too shy to approach any of them." She sighs softly, hanging her head. "Honestly I'm getting worried. A lot of girls have already picked out who they want to be Oneesamas and Imoutos with ever since they were going to St. Felicity's. Right now there aren't even that many third year girls who don't have an Imouto already... if I don't have one, I... I..." She honest-to-god whimpers a little, before suddenly perking up. "But, most of the girls who don't have Imoutos are in the tea room right now! I..." She blushes, ducking her head. "I've been hanging around hoping to work up the courage to talk to one of them."\n\nHmmm...\n\n<hr>\n[["Show me these Oneesamas."|MeanJP1x2]]\n\n[["I don't need an Oneesama and neither do you."|MeanJPPlaceholder]]

"My Queen, King Mian is here. Shall I show him in?"\n\n"Yes, Angela, please," you answer with a smile and a nod.\n\nThe centaur standing below beams and bows at her human waist, heavy tits swaying. From the waist up she's almost literally angelic... hair of gleaming, snowy white that puffs and sets almost like feathers itself, a beautiful face with big blue eyes, creamy, perfect bare breasts, and of course there are the heavenly white-feathered wings at her back. Of course, from the waist down, her body is shining and golden... but utterly draconic, her feet clawed and gripping, the wings sprouting from her horizontal back leathery and batlike, her tail long and lizardlike, and of course the heavy balls swaying between her hindlegs and the thick sheath covered in gleaming, leathery hide as well. You sigh a little dreamily as you watch her cross the throneroom to the entrance doors. You really should order her to rut you sometime today... the combination of a big, flared head and ridges running up and down the shaft really is just delightful. It really is a good thing the generals grew to adulthood within a few years, getting the kingdom thoroughly established and Sleipnir's edicts moving within fifteen years would have been impossible otherwise.\n\nAt Angela's call to the guards standing at the door, the heavy golden things are swung open. Auryna flashes a grin at you as she leads the contingent in, her metallic golden flanks twitching and mirror-sheen balls swaying with the somewhat elaborate military step she's using to lead the diplomatic delegation into the throneroom. There's the king... about standard for them, a late middle-aged man with graying hair and opulent attire, accompanied by four lightly-armored women of strong builds wielding spears. Ah yes, the kingdom of Amanian is famous for its strong warrior women. Perhaps out of an overabundance of caution, Stella and Midnight both step from their positions at the sides of the raised dais where you hold court to the front of the long, shallow steps built for equinoid movement, Stella's midnight sky hair drifting in the air behind her, Midnight's ink-black skin shifting over the light flex of lean muscles. As the delegation crosses the throne room, you can see Mian peering about, and the guards doing so much more subtly. Though they take in the sight of armed and armored centaurs and horsepeople, you can tell all four are a bit shocked at the sight of humans amongst them... and not just slaves, but some obviously wearing the horse-themed armor of the Sleipnir Empire. Then they arrive at their position and actually look at you, Mian visibly blanching.\n\nHm. You wonder if the reaction is because you're currently standing there breastfeeding a pair of teenaged centaurs, both of nearly unearthly beauty with dark, curly hair and lovely faces that are currently buried against your tits (nearly twice the size they once were), their hands stroking and squeezing your mammaries in encouragement of them to produce. Or perhaps it's because both of your offspring are simultaneously being attended to by multiple naked human slaves. The ones tending to your son are using their tongues to worship his balls, his asshole, and of course his cock, their hands stroking it reverantly like the holy thing that it is. Your daughter's temple-slaves, each bearing Sleipnir's brand on their ass as a symbol of their devotion, similarly lick and suck at her thick pucker and perfect, large equine pussylips, two of them with their mouths wrapped around the thick nipples of her as yet unproducing udders in preparation for the day soon to come when you'll pick out her first stud.\n\n"Welcome, King Mian," you greet casually, rubbing your son and daughter's bare backs as if it were the most natural thing in the world. "You've come a long way under flag of truce, so let's get right to it, shall we?"\n\n"Ah... yes." The human man, obviously rather reluctantly, steps forward ahead of his guards, obviously stopping as soon as he deems it acceptable, especially with Stella's star-pupiled eyes and Midnight's absolutely voidlike ones boring into him. "I have come here in person to demonstrate my sincerity in hoping that there can be peace between our two nations."\n\nThat makes you throw back your head a bit and give a whinny-like laugh. (You've practiced it.) Mian seems stunned as you smirk down at him, obviously not used to such brazen discourtesy, in addition to the rest of your brazenness. "What you mean is, our troops are absolutely decimating yours. Our losses are virtually nonexistant, while yours make up at least half of your assembled armies. You won't get the legions you're desperately pressganging from the commonfolk trained and armored before winter, and even if you could, you'd just be throwing their lives away." You watch outrage build in his eyes, only to be replaced by sorrow as he realizes he can't counter a single thing you've said. "So either you've come to offer your surrender, or some sort of other deal."\n\n"... If you agree to let us coexist in peace," Mian says, obviously struggling with the words, perhaps having hoped he could at least phrase his plea bargain to let him keep his pride. "Then we will facilitate your passage through Amanian to Veshanti. We have heard the reports of your scouts being sighted there... they are... they are a larger and richer target than we, surely you would prefer to... spend your efforts on them?"\n\nYour wicked smile grows. "Veshanti. Your closest allies. The ones who have defended you in many other wars, and in fact spilt some blood already in this one. King Velar, I believe, even has your second son as his foster, right? And the terms of your alliance with them state that you're meant to destroy every bridge and easy path through Amanian to Veshanti in the case you're about to be overrun, doesn't it?"\n\nMian's jaw works, obviously humiliated both at your ability to suss out the terms of his political agreements, and at having him nailed to the spot. (He'd be even more ashamed if he knew how many members of his court were actually Sleipnir worshipers, likely slipping out of their opulent suites in the midst of the night to kneel in the stable and clean horsecock with their mouths.) "... Yes, that is correct."\n\nYou give a loud, elaborate 'mmmm' as you think, stroking your son's hair. Then you glance down at him. "Loki, what do you think?" \n\nHe raises his head with a soft 'pfwah', your thick nipple glistening with saliva and dripping milk as his mouth comes away from it. Seemingly unmindful of still having his ass, balls, and cock worshiped, he turns his regal gaze on Mian thoughtfully. He's already quite the young man, and your heart swells with pride as his voice, still with a bit of the sweetness of youth but steadily shifting into a bass rumble that his father would be proud of, fills the throneroom. "I think he is desperate and yet still overly proud, Mother. The deal he proposes will put him at war with Veshanti... he will need not only our mercy, but our protection. He will not speak his true request, to become our vassal state, because he fears what we will ask of him in return."\n\n"Is that true, King Mian?" you ask loftily, helping Loki make a show of it. "Does my lord husband have the right of it?"\n\n"It... it is true," Mian almost groans, lowering his head. "We... we ask that we become your protectorate. And... we will pay you whatever duties or tribute you deem necessary."\n\nLoki glances at you, and at your encouraging nod he steps forward, the slaves falling back and letting him stand on his own in prominence as he folds his arms over his sleek but muscular chest. "Each year we shall take one quarter of your grain, your fruit, and your spirits to feed our armies! All those currently armed and armored in your service shall be absorbed into our own legions, and be inducted into the worship of my god and father, Sleipnir! And once every fifteen years, we shall take one quarter of your women, of our choosing, to be our brood mares!"\n\nKing Mian had only winced at the earlier proclamations, but the last one causes his eyes to widen. Then he whirls around at the sound of surprised cries from his guards, staring in shock at the fact that your own guards apparently managed to get the drop on three of them and are wrestling them to the ground. The fourth was apparently subdued easily enough by Angela and is already on the ground face down and ass up, one of the dracotaur's draconic feat curled around the top of her head to pin her down and another tearing away the armor over her ass and pussy to make a path for the hot, dripping hybrid dragon-equine prick now jutting from her sheath. Auryna is already busily rape-breeding one of the others that the human guards have wrestled into position, the amazon-like woman's cries and moans growing steadily sluttier and more whorish the more of that gleaming golden horseprick is shoved into her sodden snatch. Stella and Midnight casually saunter past the stunned Mian and towards the other two first-chosen brood mare slaves as your guards wrestle their lower body armor off, the amazons staring at the pair of deep black equine dicks swaying beneath their soon-to-be-studs.\n\n"Furthermore..."\n\nMian whirls back around, his face going pale at the tone of Loki's voice and the sight of his scowl.\n\n"Not once in this entire meeting have you referred to Queen Cyan by any of her many respectful titles... Queen of Equines, Holy Brood Mare, Lord Mother, Studded of Sleipnir, Highest of Horses. You have insulted my mother, you have insulted my queen, and you have insulted my wife. For this disrespect, I declare that all females of your family are forfeit, not even to be included in the count of women to be given up as brood mares. Escorted by one of my generals, you will return to your kingdom, and assemble Queen Kilana, your eldest daughter Princess Mira, her daughter Princess Miasa, your second daughter Princess Vina, and your sister, the Duchess Miona. You will call the people of your kingdom into the high square, where before their eyes you will strip the women of your family naked for their low, common gaze, and yourself cry in a loud, clear voice that they are to be brood mares for the rest of their lives. You will load them into one of your own slave carts, and yourself drive them back here and herd them to this throne room. Here, you will personally press the brand of Sleipnir into their flesh, and then watch, <i>intently</i>, as I impregnate each one. Understood?"\n\n"..." Mian's mouth opens and closes several times, but finally he swallows and nods. "Yes... yes, King Loki. I understand, and hope... and hope my obedience in some way makes up for my disrespect, to... to yourself and Queen Cyan, Holy Brood Mare."\n\n"We shall see. Demonstrate your loyalty, and I shall offer you a new wife to make new sons and daughters with. Disobey, and far more than a quarter of your women will bear our young." Loki glances aside at one of the unoccupied guards. "Escort him to the gates. General Auryna will be along presently to accompany him home, as soon as she is done putting foals in his guard."\n\nMian's eyes linger on the sight of his formerly solemn, stoic guards writhing and moaning and begging for more as they're fucked by your generals as he's led past them and out of the room. As the doors bang closed, Thora raises her head with her own 'pfwah', smiling. "That was very good, Brother. You were 'on your game', as Mother sometimes says," she adds with a giggle, emphasizing her reference to you with a squeeze of your tit that sends a long stream of milk through the air. \n\nLoki nods, obviously trying to keep up the kingly demeanor for the sake of the guards and others, though most are mildly occupied watching the breeding going on in the center, cum already starting to spurt and flow out of overflooded pussies. After a moment he lets his broad, impish grin through, though. "Did I truly do well, Mother?"\n\n"Perfectly, baby," you coo, leaning forward to cup your son's cheek and kiss him, tongue sliding into his mouth and swirling around his own eager one for several moments. "That was just what we needed. Those yearly tributes from Amanian and the cannon fodder are just what we needed to make clean work of Veshanti... much more efficient than winding up decimating crop fields and then having to dig up workers for them ourselves. The breeding stock will bolster our numbers and remind them of their place, and the humbling of Mian was well-done too... as was the bit of a carrot at the end of that switch."\n\nThora's eyes light up. "Mother! Brother! May I have the younger princesses once Brother's finished knocking them up?! The offspring of royalty and a demigod would be perfect to help spread the faith!"\n\n"And there, you see, that's another perfect aspect of this. We'll have the entire continent under our sway in another five years with what's been accomplished today," you assert in a glowing tone. Your own eyes glitter as you glance back and forth between the two. "In fact, in celebration, I think it's finally time."\n\n"Oh! Mother, do you mean it?!" Thora cries happily, clasping her hands delightedly, her F-cups jiggling merrily.\n\n"Truly?" Loki perks up as well, smile widening.\n\n"Yes, I think it is. Go ahead, you two, I'll help."\n\nThora eagerly steps away from her attending slaves, her bare upper body pressing to her brother's as she wraps her arms around him, trading an even more passionate, tongue-filled kiss than their usual. Then she quickly canters around, presenting her fat, well-attended to virgin horsepussy at him. Loki quickly rears up, his equine lower body settling atop hers. As he leans down, managing to resume kissing her, you lean down and take your son's stiff, spit-shined prick in both hands, stroking it adoringly before bringing it up and pressing the broad, flared head to the entrance of your daughter's sex. He thrusts forward, both of them moaning eagerly as they begin to truly fuck for the first time. By now the breeding of the guards is finished, and the impregnated, unconscious women have been dragged to the side, their gaping pussies leaving trails of centaur cum on the floor. But all attention is gradually turning to the dais where their King and Princess are making love and preparing to make what is likely the next heir to the throne. A holy moment, a sacred moment, and every dripping pussy and stiff prick is bared in appreciation of it, your generals smiling as they watch their rulers and owners breeding. Smiling, you reach out to lovingly fondle Loki's balls as they thwap against Thora, watching as your children work to fulfill the promises their father made.\n\n<b>Cyantaur</b> End - <i>The horselords will reign</i>

-Update 1-\n*<b>Main:</b> More Farmster Girl World, which will now have its own [[set of update notes|FGWUpdateNotes]].\n-Update 2-\n*<b>Main:</b> Looks like Waifu Ranma is [[back on the menu|RanPP1x1]], boys!\n*<b>Main:</b> Helen can now take the job at Aspareth's School.

Swallowing nervously again, you can't help but look up at him as if hoping for mercy, only to see that leering snake muzzle beneath that silver mask looking back at you. You reach out slowly and put your hand around the base of one shaft... it's surprisingly hot, the flesh slick under your touch. Shivering a little, you rest your other hand on his thigh and lean forward, starting to swirl your tongue around the tip of one... you're not sure how you'd describe the taste other than maybe 'gamey'.\n\n"Sssshow ssssome enthuuusssssiassssm, ssslut," Commander Cobra sneers again, tongue flicking out past his scaly lips. "Sssserviccce my cockssss like your liiife dependsss on it... becausssse it doessss!"\n\nHis little reminder has exactly the intended result, and you hurry to begin showing 'enthusiasm', pushing your lips over the tip of his cock and starting to bob your head quickly, stroking his other cock with your hand, feeling the slick, hot skin sliding back and forth under your fingers and palm as you try desperately to fit more and more of his other prick into your mouth. You can't quite make yourself look away from his smug, inhuman face now that you've looked, his silver mask providing you a distorted mirror view of yourself naked and on your knees in front of the enemy, desperately sucking and stroking him off in a cowardly effort to save your own life.\n\n"Go onnnn, you can take morrrre," Commander Cobra encourages mockingly. Out of the corner of your eye you can see that the cyborg woman has settled into a chair and pushed her pants down slightly, her flesh and blood hand slid down the front of them. She smirks at you, sticking her tongue out and flicking it in her own apparent mockery of support. You gag a little as the tip of the inhuman cock nudges the back of your throat, your jaw already aching from how wide you're spreading it. But another flick of his tongue is somehow sufficient threat to urge you on, and you push yourself forward, past your gagging and quagging as the pointed tip of his prick slides into your throat, jaw somehow stretching to accommodate the thickness of the middle of it. You keep forcing your head forward, practically shoving yourself back and forth to get further down on it, until suddenly it's getting skinnier again. Your next push practically 'pops' the whole thing inside you, your lips suddenly sliding all the way into the folds of the fly of his pants, your throat bulging up obscenely with the fat bulge of his prick. \n\nYou're now desperate for air as much as you are to not be turned into a sexbot, but you know you can't stop. You start almost frantically jerking and pumping his other prick with your hand as you work your head back and forth, essentially using your throat to stroke off the one you're sucking more than anything, your tongue winding up pressed flat to the bottom of your mouth every time you pull back some and the bulge starts coming out of your throat. But it's almost like you're stuck on it now, and every pull back just barely gives you a moment to suck in a breath through your nose before your next slight motion pulls you back forward, seating the bulging girth of his prick fully in your throat again.\n\n"Yesssss... yesssss, thissss one will doooo," Commander Cobra murmurs sibilantly as he watches you from behind that mirror dome. "I think I'll keeeep herrrrr."\n\nHe suddenly puts one of his hands to the back of your head and shoves you forward hard, forcing you completely down on his cock, until your lips are actually pressed to the slit both of them emerge from. Your eyes widen as he seems to have no intention of letting you go, your body starting to quiver and twitch with the need for air... and yet your hand continues furiously pumping and stroking his other prick, like it had gone on autopilot in your building panic. You can feel your throat squeezing and tightening around him as you try to breath, but he just seems to be getting thicker and longer and hotter inside your mouth. Suddenly you can feel it twitching and throbbing steadily inside your throat, his other doing the same in your hand as it begins spurting and raining thick white jizz all over your body, dribbling down your back and over your shoulder and onto your tits. Your eyes roll up, everything going dark with the sensation of his cocks still throbbing in your throat and your gradually loosening hand, wondering if this is how you die.\n\nWhen you come to, you're sprawled on a large and surprisingly comfortable bed. You gasp hard and scramble into a sitting position, your heart suddenly pounding... but you're alive, and can breath. Swallowing, you take a look around... you're in large, rather opulent quarters, a wide open design that allows you to see a dining area, entertainment area, and even a hot tub. The far wall is made up of a set of long, curved-at-the-top windows showing the starscape outside. Checking yourself over, you find that you seem to be both undamaged and clean... though a deep black tattoo has been etched low down on your stomach and at the height of your crotch, curving, sharp lines depicting a hissing cobra head. ... Great.\n\n<img src=https://i.imgur.com/943X89f.jpg?1>\n\nAs you're looking yourself over, the door slides open, Commander Cobra stepping in. "Ah, goooood, awake at lasssst," he sneers as he kicks his boots off, then begins undoing his belt. "I cccertainly hope you won't continuuue to passsss out on meee. Perhapssss a few treatmentssss to make you more durablllle." He drops his pants, apparently content with leaving his shirt, fingerless gloves, and mask on. This time you get to watch as the nearly invisible slit on the front of his crotch parts, and those nearly dripping pink cocks push out of it, stretching it open around the girth of their bulging middles. "I hhhhope you're sssstill feeling obeeedient, sssslut. On your kneesssss, faccce on the bed, and sssspread for me."\n\n<hr>\n[[Be obedient.|GGSR]]\n\n[[Plead with him.|GGSR]]\n\n[[Resist!|GGSR]]\n

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

Why not go with the first and most obvious? Gold dragons are one of the classics of the classics, after all. You flip to the page, starting to look over the specific pages for gold dragons, when the lights suddenly go dim. You blink and look upward, and find that about ten feet above you there's the ceiling of some kind of cave or tunnel or something, whatever it is it's made of stone and unlit. You reflexively look back down at the book, but it's gone... instead you're looking down at your own, suddenly very impressive chest. Your hands are still raised, but they're now covered in golden scales, your hands somewhat more clawlike and tipped by deep black talons. The scales go all the way up to your shoulders and run down your sides, covering your legs from the hips down as well, your feet even more draconic than your hands. You seem to be wearing a rather literal chainmail bikini (well, bikini-top and loincloth)... a gold-plated one too, and one without particularly small rings, making it partly see-through. Your slight shifting as you look at yourself alerts you to a weight behind your shoulders and from above your ass... a bit of tentative flexing gives a soft <i>whuff</i> of the air as your wings give a beat, and a quieter <i>slsss</i> as your tail brushes the floor.\n\n"Whoa," you murmur. Just for good measure you pat at your head... your hair's longer. So are your ears, for that matter, backswept and... serrated on the underside? Kind of uneven, anyway.\n\nYou've actually turned into a half gold dragon. ... That's some powerful reading.\n\nYou're taking a moment to come to grips with this (though let's face it over the years a lot of escapist fiction has prepared you for something like this), when you both hear and... feel?... the approach of multiple people. Reflexively more than anything you duck behind a large rock, peering out carefully as a small group rounds the corner. There's a woman in full armor, a massive shield on one arm and a longsword in the other hand, pretty blonde hair streaming down her back. Following fairly close behind is a lean man in leather, strings of knives strapped around his thighs and longer ones holstered at his back, short hair scruffy and dark. And trailing a bit behind them is a figure in loose black and purple robes, her hood up and pulled low over her eyes, a book clutched to her chest, her manner nervous.\n\n"Look, I'm just saying, I'm no dragon slayer," the man in leather murmurs, hands resting on his hips as he looks around suspiciously. "Pretty sure none of us are."\n\n"Then it's quite lucky we're not here to slay a dragon at all," the woman with the shield answers genially, and at normal volume, apparently unconcerned. "First of all, the dragon said to live in this cavern has supposedly been gone for some time. Second, it's a gold dragon, so if it is in fact still here, we'll just apologize very politely and leave."\n\n"You really think that will work?"\n\n"It might!"\n\nWow. A party of actual adventurers. Well, if they're here, and you're here, maybe you should introduce yourself... though even as you're thinking that, a swell of a strange mixture of anger and desire washes over you. A sort of fury that they'd dare trespass in your territory, obviously with the intent of looting <i>your</i> treasure, and a deep greed for their equipment... or is it their bodies? Maybe it's both, you're not sure, but you definitely feel the desire to attack, batter them down, and do... something.\n\nYou give your head a little shake... you're not sure where the impulse is coming from, but... oh, right, half-dragon. Gold dragons are still dragons... they still lust for treasure (and reproduction with just about anything that moves). You can fight it off though! ("But why?" whispers part of yourself. "Here you are, in a fantasy world, and you're probably the most potent thing around... in several ways! Why not be the marauding dragon?")\n\n<hr>\n[[Attack them!|GoldDra]]\n\n[[Talk to them.|GoldDra1x1]]\n\n[[Try to separate one from the group.|GoldDra]]

Obviously, there's an investigation. There are numerous police interviews, sweeps of the area and nearby woods, people being dragged in for questioning, tearful televised pleas from the disappeared girls' parents. Luckily, none of the remaining six break under pressure, just sticking to the story all of you devised. It's simple enough after all... they were there when you went to bed, nothing was strange, you woke up, they were gone.\n\nYou tell the story so often that you actually start to believe it. After all, what really happened couldn't have <i>really</i> happened. It must have just been some weird dream you had, right? Even the bits about everyone talking about the dream, and burning the collars. All of that seems more surreal the more time passes and the more often you tell the entirely mundane tale of how your friends disappeared out from under your nose. Eventually it's simply decided by the powers that be that the six of them decided to run away from home together, and even that makes more sense to you than the fact that they willingly gave up their free will to spend eternity getting fucked by dogs, so you believe that too.\n\nA year or so later, you're sprawled in bed, half-asleep. Your dreams have luckily been either absent or entirely mundane ever since the... strange night. Even that, you can justify... obviously your mind is on other things after your friends disappeared. Though you don't think of that as often anymore. Life is starting to feel normal, to make sense again. Things like magic collars don't exist, after all.\n\nThen the lights of your computer flicker and go out. You dart a glance aside just in time to see the digital readout of '12:00' on your clock fade away as well.\n\n"Heeey, Cy, long time no see!"\n\nYou sit bolt upright and whip around, scrambling backwards to bump against the wall at the sight of the figure standing in your room, the silvery spill of the full moon's light illuminating it from behind. It's not big, but definitely monstrous... most of its body covered in black fur, fingers and toes tipped in sharp claws, eyes glowing red. The fur stops along its chest and belly, revealing pale skin and bare breasts capped by puffy pink nipples. But commanding rather more attention is the large cock jutting up from the sheath at its furry black crotch, pointy-tipped and an angry red marked by blue veins, sixteen inches long at least, not counting the baseball-sized knot at the end. But even with all that, between the build, the facial features that are still recognizable despite the slightly muzzle-like nose, and the almost lion-like bright purple mane, you can still recognize her. "Holy shit... Max?!"\n\n"That's me! The hair tip you off?" Max grins, revealing sharpened teeth, as she runs claw-tipped fingers through the thick purple locks. "Don't even have to dye it anymore, the Mistress decided she liked the look. Kinda wish I could be purple all over, but she likes her dogs black, whatcha gonna do?"\n\n"M-Max... what are you doing here...?"\n\n"Well, I wanted Andi, really, but Kelsey called dibs. Not that I don't like you, Cy, you were a great friend and you're super hot, but the thought of fucking a preppy bitch until she drooled really appealed. Oh well, awesome second choice is still awesome. Toni picked Leslie, by the by. Ditch the clothes."\n\nYour shaking hands move, against your will, to grab your tanktop and pull it over your head and off, your grown-out hair swishing around your shoulders as you move. You shift around to slip the pajama pants off as well, completely out of control of your own body as you strip and then sit on the edge of the bed facing the monster that used to be your friend, your legs spread.\n\n"Ooo, your tits grew," Max says in a pleased growl, sliding forward and pushing you on your back, her wider, flatter tongue flicking out and washing over one of your C-cup tits, teasing the nipple to full hardness as she delicately pinches the other between two of her claws. "Lucky lucky, probably gonna get D's like your mom at least. Well, probably bigger, considering."\n\n"Max... don't..." you half-whimper half-moan as she continues to stimulate you, your pussy soon growing puffy and wet, a trickle of arousal sliding down your taint towards your asshole.\n\n"Sorry, Cy, I gotta, Mistress's orders. Well, sorry not sorry, I totally <i>want</i> to rape the hell out of you while you love every second of it," Max replies with a giggle, right before straightening up some and grabbing your hips. Her claws prick against your skin as she squeezes, slipping the point of her canine cock up against your opening, then starting to push the big, fat thing slowly and steadily inside you. "That's right, be as noisy as you want," she growls enthusiastically as you scream at the feeling of it. "Nobody can hear us right now."\n\nSoon she's pumping away quickly, her trim, fuzzy ass moving in the air beneath the stub tail at the small of her back as she fucks you. She's leaned over you, tits jutted to point at yours, her head leaned back and eyes closed, an exultant smile on her face as she pounds away at you with her cock. You grit your teeth and roll your eyes, writhing on the sheets as she fucks you against the edge of your bed. You twist fistfuls of the sheets and, not sure whether it's some unspoken order of your own volition, wrap your legs around her middle, making it all the easier for her to fuck into you and slam that big fat knot up against your puffy pussylips. Until finally she thrusts forward and gives a long, animal howl as she stuffs it inside you and ties, her cum starting to pump into you in voluminous spurts. Your eyes roll up even further, your tongue lolling out, your body twitching and shuddering uncontrollably as you climax so hard you briefly forget your name.\n\nYou're barely coming back to yourself by the time Max pulls her slightly deflated knot out of you, which just sends another aftershock orgasm through your body that leaves you twitching, your legs spread wide, pussy gaping, cum pooled in the bottom of it and dribbling out and onto your sheets. Max sighs happily, squeezing out a few last dribbles onto your belly before drawing away. "Well, seeya, Cy. This was a one time thing. But don't worry, you won't get lonely." She giggles, a little 'woof' coming out at the end of it as she turns and makes her way to the door of your room. "Mistress says the kid'll look human pretty much all the time... but be looking forward to the first full moon once they hit puberty!" she adds with a literal bark of laughter as she disappears down the hall.\n\nYou pant heavily, sweaty tits heaving, fists squeezing the handfuls of sheets you've still got. Something tells you that some part of you really <i>will</i> be looking forward to that full moon.\n\n<b>Svarog End</b> - <i>Full moon legacy</i>

You're feeling confused and a little, well, pressganged, but you also don't see a huge ton you can do about it at the moment. (You guess if the gun at your hip is real you could try to shoot your way out, but thaaat doesn't particularly appeal.) "Okay, I guess?" you answer, stepping off the platform uncertainly. \n\n"Good! Right this way, cadet!" the green-skinned man says enthusiastically, beckoning you to follow as he turns and makes his way down a corridor.\n\n"This is a great idea and I'm sure you won't regret it at all," the black-skinned woman says blandly as she falls into step beside you.\n\n"Uh... you're kind of..." You pause and reflect on what to say next briefly. "... not what I'd expect from a 'Space Ranger'."\n\n"Ydoncha is a Sarcastian," the big man notes in a tone that's somehow both cheerful and grave, his helmet turning so he can look over his shoulder at you as he raises a finger to indicate he's imparting important instructions. "This method of communicating is intrinsic to their culture. The informality that is! It's why we call her 'Ydoncha' instead of 'Lieutenant Fukov', of course!"\n\n"And I just loooove the informality," Ydoncha says with a sigh and a flump of her shoulders. \n\n"Huh. And you, uh... you don't have any problems with the way she talks to you? Like it's not..." You hesitate and give the bland-expressioned woman a glance. "... confusing?"\n\n"Not at all! It's always good to respect the cultures of others, it's the foundation the Ranger League is built upon! I always assume the best of whatever Ydoncha says!"\n\n"Captain Commander is really <i>special</i> like that," Ydoncha snorts.\n\n"... Captain... Commander?" you whisper back, glancing at the broad back of the star-spangled spaceman ahead of you.\n\n"He had his name legally changed to 'Commander' when he got to that rank," she murmurs back. "When he got promoted again he filed the paperwork but they rejected it. He's filed forty-one times now." She waves a hand at you a bit. "Anyway, don't worry. I know this is all just sooooo exciting," she mutters, rolling her eyes. "But you can get through this. They only require you to go on one mission a week."\n\n"What, seriously?" You blink in surprise. "One a week?"\n\n"You can do more if you want, but they don't pay that much attention to it. It can make you look good though, if you bring it up before going on a new mission. And it's pretty much expected that you'll take half the year off, and once you get to 100 missions a lot of the time they'll let you go, no matter what they say about 'five years'." \n\nHuh. This is starting to not sound like such a bad deal, especially if they pay you in something you can spend back on Earth somehow. You look up as you enter a smallish round room, and Captain Commander turns to face you. "Alright, Cadet! Welcome to the Perp Browser! From here, Ydoncha will help you pick your very first galaxy-level offense criminal to bring to justice!"\n\nYou open your mouth, close it, stare for a moment, then try again. "Er, wait, don't you mean that it's time for me to start, like... training, or reading a guidebook, or-"\n\n"Best way to learn is by doing!" the green dynamo asserts, striking his fists-on-hips pose again. "All the regulations and information you could need can be supplied by your helmet computer as you need it! Anything else, well, you seem like a bright and energetic young sentient, I'm sure you'll manage everything just fine!"\n\n"Still, I mean... seems like I ought to get at least a little training," you start to say, then notice Ydoncha making various 'don't do it' motions with her hands. Huh?\n\n"Well. I suppose if you <i>really</i> insist, I can send you over to the training facility," Captain Commander muses thoughtfully, putting a hand up as if to cup his chin, and stopping at the faceplate of his helmet, as if he did that all the time. "Seems like a waste of time to me, but if you really think it's for the best, Cadet, I won't deny you!"\n\n<hr>\n[[Do training.|GGSR2x1]]\n\n[[Skip it.|GGSR1x2]]

You waffle over it for a bit longer, but finally decide that it's better to address it head-on if there are any lingering issues between the two of you. You get up from bed and head out, padding barefoot down the hall and stairs.\n\nYou don't see your mother anywhere in the living room, and the light's not on in the kitchen. You frown a little, wondering where else she could be... until you notice that the back door is unlocked. Blinking some and wondering what she'd be doing out there, you walk over to peer out one of the windows... and feel your jaw go slack at what you see.\n\nNamely that your mother is on all fours in the grass, wearing a set of pretty purple lingerie she apparently considered bedtime wear. Or rather, wearing most of it, the lacy purple panties are down around her thighs. Probably because with her is one of the neighborhood strays that sometimes makes its way into the backyard. Normally your mother shouts at them from her window to get out of the yard... instead this time she's moaning as it pounds its glistening red cock into her pussy, panting in her ear and drooling on her shoulder as it fucks her, making the pretty, mature woman that's so often shouted 'Get lost!' at it into his bitch. The big mottle-furred beast is really letting her have it, too, as if he were actually paying her back for all of those times she chased him off by slamfucking the daylights out of her pussy... and to judge from the way juices are soaking her thighs and her eyes are rolling in her head, she's accepting her chastisement with relish.\n\nAmazing. You'd kind of wondered if she was actually getting turned-on hearing about your experience... it looks like not only was she, but that when she saw the stray invading the yard again, her curiosity and arousal got the better of her and she decided she had to try out doggy dick for herself. And from the looks of it, she's not exactly disappointed in the experience. You suppose you ought to-\n\n<hr>\n[[Stay in and watch.|GGDog]]\n\n[[Go out and watch.|GGDog]]\n\n[[Go out and join in.|GGDog]]\n\n[[Talk to her about it tomorrow.|GGDog15x3]]\n\n[[Record some video.|GGDog]]

"I'll go after this 'Commander Cobra' guy," you decide. "I don't know why, but something about his name makes me think he's something of a pushover."\n\n"He <i>has</i> been apprehended a lot, I guess the Ranger League has just done <i>such</i> a good job of keeping him locked up," Ydoncha snorts. "Alright, step up onto the pad. I'll teleport you to a preprogrammed transport pod that will take you to a world near his last known coordinates, it'll have more information for you. I'm sure that'll just be riveting."\n\n"See you when I get back!" you call, stepping up onto the glowing circle. A moment later you're standing in a small, rectangular area about the size of a walk-in closet, surrounded on most sides by consoles and screens, with a viewport ahead showing stars that begin rapidly flitting by as the floor under you vibrates faintly. You take a moment just to appreciate that you're really flying through space, on your way to apprehend a notorious criminal. This... is pretty cool! But you actually want to apprehend this notorious criminal, so you settle down in one of the chairs and turn to the viewscreen, experimentally tapping the controls to bring up the information. (Man, what is it with high tech futures and not developing some equivalent of the mouse?)\n\nThe history it gives you on the guy is brief, practically something that would fit on the back of an action figure's package. Di'oni Cobra used to be one of the leaders of the Glistening Fang, an elite mercenary group that took a lot of jobs for planetary governments and distant worlds when the Ranger League either couldn't get there in time or couldn't help for political reasons. But then on one world they actually wound up fighting against Rangers and after that things went bad. Commander Cobra purged the other leaders of the Glistening Fang and renamed it the Cobra Fang, turning it into a pirate fleet, and now he prefers to steal prototype weapons and advanced technology, threatening the worlds he once helped for money and influence.\n\nSo apparently his latest crime is that he stole a bunch of experimental (and highly classified) technology and kidnapped the lead researcher that was working on it, a Doctor Biim. Apparently you just don't have the clearance to know exactly what it was being worked on, but the briefing makes it very clear that it's something that shouldn't fall into the wrong hands, and Commander Cobra's hands are definitely Wrong Hands. The mission is to recover (or if necessary destroy) the classified technology, rescue Doctor Biim, and, if possible, capture Commander Cobra to bring him to justice.\n\nA popup appears on the screen, informing you that you're approaching the planet that Doctor Biim was kidnapped from, and presenting you with three options for where to have the ship land. Apparently it thinks the three places of any interest are the lab where Doctor Biim was kidnapped from (where you suppose that you could try and talk the other scientists into giving you more details, despite your lack of clearance), a planetary police station where they're planning some sort of covert infiltration of Commander Cobra's flagship, or a spacefighter landing strip (apparently if you just want to fly at him guns blazing).\n\n<hr>\n[[Go to the lab.|GGSR]]\n\n[[Hook up with the planetary police.|GGSR1x4]]\n\n[[LEEEROOOOOY JEEEEENKIIIIIIINS!|GGSR]]

"I guess if you think I can handle it," you acknowledge. "I'll just jump right in."\n\n"Good, good! I'll leave you in Ydoncha's capable hands then. Good luck, Cadet!" he announces, before turning and striding purposefully... somewhere.\n\n"Yaaaay," Ydoncha says flatly, walking over to one of the consoles and starting to tap on it. "And I'd just looooove to go along with whatever you pick, too," she adds with a snort, before pausing and glancing over at you. "... I will, actually, go along with you if you ask, by the way, that part was serious."\n\n"Thanks for clarifying," you note a little dryly, grinning as you walk over and lean against the side of the console. "Do you have to do that a lot?"\n\n"Not so much anymore. Because Captain Commander is just so amazingly great about it, I'm just fantastically lucky to get assigned here," she snorts, rolling her eyes. Then she pauses again and points at you. "... He actually is pretty great in his own way and I actually am pretty lucky I got assigned to him."\n\n"Had a rough time, huh?" you ask, tilting your head.\n\n"Oh, like you care. ... Sorry, do you actually care?"\n\n"Yeah, kinda," you urge quietly. "I mean, I'm pretty out of my element here. You wouldn't exactly be the first sarcastic friend I had, even if you're the first Sarcastian."\n\nYdoncha huffs a little, then stops her typing to turn towards you, folding her arms. "... So, okay. So I wanted to leave Sarcastia, which don't ask me why since it's <i>such</i> a fantastic place," she says, rolling her eyes. "And I wanted to do something to help other people, people being so great and appreciative of it, y'know. So at first I tried to be a teacher, and that worked out just <i>amazing</i>. Customer service or sales were such great ideas that I skipped them completely. I tried a few other things, and finally the only place left for being helpful was the Space Rangers, which has an official policy of not discriminating based on cultural differences."\n\n"And I bet they're just soooooo good about keeping that up," you say with a snort of your own.\n\nYdoncha actually flashes you a smile at that, before huffing again. "Well they can do their best to be tolerant all they want but yeah most commanding officers are sooooo thrilled to have an underling that talks to them like this. I was an Ensign for five years and on the verge of getting cashiered out for failure to advance when I got transferred to Captain Commander's post. And he takes everything the best possible way so here I am, still in and a Lieutenant now."\n\n"Guess that worked out for you, huh?"\n\n"Oh it's been a <i>thrill</i>," she snorts, turning back to the console. "Anyway, there's three perps on the radar right now for you to take a swing at."\n\n"And I can really handle this on my own, you think?" you ask, frowning.\n\n"Oh I'm sure you'll be <i>fine</i>," she snorts, before hurrying to add, "Seriously, failure rate for Space Ranger missions is actually really low, and even lower for fatalities. Statistically even if you get captured, the Captain will come and save you on the same day. But if statistics just aren't the most soothing thing in the history of ever, like I said I'll come along with you. Anyway, back to the super riveting details. First off there's a renegade Saurian called Doctor Ceratops. He's wanted for destruction of property, kidnapping, and piracy. Then there's the leader of a disavowed PMC who goes by Commander Cobra, he's wanted for destruction of property, kidnapping, and piracy. And then there's the Blinkat Captain Dysplazia, she's wanted for-"\n\n"Destruction of property, kidnapping, and piracy," you say along with Ydoncha, shaking your head. "Imaginative bunch, aren't they?"\n\n"Very original. So, Cadet LaChance, whose day are you going to ruin?"\n\n<hr>\n[[Doctor Ceratops.|GGSR10x1]]\n\n[[-with Ydoncha.|GGSR11x1]]\n\n[[Commander Cobra.|GGSR1x3]]\n\n[[-with Ydoncha.|GGSR]]\n\n[[Captain Dysplazia.|GGSR]]\n\n[[-with Ydoncha.|GGSR]]

"Hey, I didn't come to take over anything," you protest, holding up both hands. "My boss sent me here to try and take down Commander Cobra, I was never told I had to do it all by myself. So how about I just come along and provide an extra blaster or whatever? You guys do your operation and still get the credit, I take part like my boss wanted, everyone wins."\n\nThe chief continues to look at you suspiciously, as if suspecting some kind of jurisdictional trap. But when he apparently can't find one, he becomes as reasonably perky and cheerful as you imagine he ever gets, muttering, "Well why didn't you just gosh-darn say so?" around his cigar. "Alright, down the hall and to the left. You'll be looking for Jon'z and Voskez, they're leading this op. If you're serious, you'll be taking your orders from them."\n\n"Sure, thanks." You resist the urge to do a little salute, since you don't know how they actually handle those here, and head out of the office and down the hall. Heck, this works out perfectly for you... you really didn't know what you were actually going to do, now it looks like you can just join a crowd of experienced people and maybe shoot a couple of bad guys, and hopefully get credit for your week's mission.\n\nYou walk into a room that's entirely full of people in just slightly beefier versions of the police bodysuits you saw the two guards outside wearing. Judging from the slightly fancier insignia on their collars, you pick out the two people who are in charge... a handsome (but very bald) green guy with a nice build (and a rather impressive bulge at the crotch of his suit), and a lean, modestly-endowed but very muscular woman with brown skin and hair in a color you can only call 'ultraviolet' despite being able to see it, braided and wound at the back of her head. They seem to be having a quiet argument, but stop as you approach.\n\n"Hi, I'm Cyan LaChance, from the Space Rangers. I'm going to be tagging along on your op to lend a hand."\n\nBoth of them give you that same suspicious look where they're not sure if you're just taking over slightly more subtly than they'd expect, but after trading a glance both shrug. "I'm Ant'n'o Jon'z, this is Marya Vaskez. We're both Captains here. Actually maybe it's good you showed up, LaChance, we need an outside tiebreaker," Jon'z says, folding his arms.\n\n"Jon'z thinks we should just hide among the cargo containers, and start storming the ship once we're in the transport bay," Vaskez says with a frown. "I think we ought to hide <i>in</i> the cargo containers, and let them carry us deeper into the ship before we try to make our move."\n\n"Assuming they don't put us in a storage locker on the far side of the ship with two foot blast doors and not bothering to pressurize it when it's not in use," Jon'z replies dryly.\n\n"Oh, much better to strike from right where they'd be most expecting an attack and we'll be immediately facing off against a lot of pirates?"\n\nJon'z holds both hands up. "Look, both plans have drawbacks, I'll absolutely admit it. All we're having trouble with is figuring out which is the worse drawback."\n\n"... Agreed," Vaskez says with a nod, before they both look at you. "Which is why your opinion's important. Which idea do you prefer? We'll abide by your opinion, since we can be pretty sure it's unbiased."\n\n<hr>\n[[Hide among the cargo containers.|GGSR]]\n\n[[Hide in the cargo containers.|GGSR1x6]]

Hm, from the looks of things the locals already have a plan that they're working on putting into play. Since this is, after all, your very first mission it might not hurt to either just tag along or jump into the groundwork someone's already laid for an operation. You tap that option, and the ship shifts slightly as the stars stop stretching out, and a large planet comes into view, gradually getting larger, a city appearing out of the ever more detailed landscape.\n\nOnce the ship sets down, the back lowers into a ramp and you step out, finding people in surprisingly police-y tight, shiny blue bodysuits. They even have gold badges molded to the chests of the suits. "Uh, hi!" you try, holding up a hand and hoping that a teenager in a star-spangled spacesuit doesn't look ridiculous. "I'm with the Space Rangers, I'm here about the Commander Cobra operation...?"\n\nThe two guards exchange a glance, then one of them beckons to you. "This way then, ma'am," he grunts, not sounding entirely pleased. Oh, is this the equivalent of 'the Feds' trampling on local authority? You may be more right than you think, since when you're led through the building and into an office, the blue-skinned guy behind the desk is short, fat, and with a cigar jutting from his mouth as he talks. (You guess that stereotypes override even nonsmoking workplaces, assuming outer space has those as standard.)\n\n"We've been working on this op for a month!" he blusters, slamming a fist down on the surface of his desk. "A gosh-darned month!" Haha wait what? "And if you think I'm gonna just let some farting baby-faced jerk newbie from the League come in here and..." He trails off, squinting at you. "... S'yer problem?"\n\n"N-nothing," you manage, desperately fighting with all you have not to laugh. \n\nHe glowers suspiciously at you for a moment more, then hmfs. "... Well, guess I can say all I want, but not like I can actually stop you," he grumbles. "We've got this planned to go down today. Commander Cobra's been consistently hijacking parts shipments that fit a certain profile... probably whatever that scientist he kidnapped needs for her research. But we've figured out the pattern and set up a shipment that he's pretty much guaranteed to grab up. That way we'll get inside his defenses and aboard his ship before he even knows what's happenin'." He sits there grumpily for a moment, then breathes out a cloud of smoke. "But fine, you wanna come in here and scoop the credit, then I can't farting stop you."\n\n<hr>\n[[Take over the op.|GGSR]]\n\n[[Work with them.|GGSR1x5]]

When you come to, at first the light is blinding, either due to being such a harsh white after your time in the cargo crate or some aftereffect of whatever they used to put you to sleep. But as your eyes adjust, you're able to look around and see that you're in some sort of lab. You've been stripped naked and placed spread-eagle on a stretched-out black rubber sheet... struggling causes it to stretch slightly, but your skin's stuck to it more firmly than a fly on flypaper. A look around shows that nearby, Jon'z and Vaskez are similarly stripped and stuck up, the mounts of their restraints holding them up and tilted slightly back just like you, Vaskez's sleek, muscular body and Jon'z's lean muscles and sizeable cock both bare to the world. Also, arrayed in several rows a bit across the room are a bunch of... sexbots? Their bodies are shiny and black, all identical with long, curvaceous legs with built-in stiletto heels, as well as absolutely massive black tits that almost reflect the rest of the room in them, their lower faces showing large, fat black rubber lips below shiny gold helmets that cover their upper heads, little antennae sticking out to the sides from where the helmets would cover their ears (if they have them).\n\nOf course, of rather more concern is the individual you assume must be Commander Cobra. The name's almost a little too on-the-nose, really... he looks like a cobra grew to giant size and sprouted arms and legs. He's wearing a tightly-fitting top that shows off his surprisingly muscular torso, though there's armor across the shoulders and chest that might be helping him out there, as well as black and red digital camo-print military-style pants, and shiny gold boots. Above his rather squarish snakelike muzzle, his upper face is covered by a shiny silver dome, like some sort of visor designed to fit his inhuman head. Next to him is the woman you assume was giving the orders before... she's tall (though not as tall as the Commander), with short, uneven white hair and silvery eyes with no pupils. She's wearing an odd black leather top with an elaborate collar, which leaves a lot of her literally patchwork skin shown off, as well as the obvious and rather deadly-looking artificial left arm. Below are baggy black pants, which don't quite cover that her legs are oddly-shaped, and you're guessing the elaborate, claw-tipped metal covers of her feet aren't boots.\n\n"Kyaaa-hahahahsssss! Foolsssss!" Commander Cobra begins gloating apparently the moment he realizes you're all awake and looking at him, his voice a smug, stereotypical sibilant hiss. "You thoughhht you could triiick the geniussss of criiime, Commander Cobraaaa?! Your arrogancccce hasss doomed you allllll!" he cackles gleefully, even holding up hiss claw-tipped hands and throwing back his head for a better villainous laugh.\n\n"You'll never get away with this, Commander Cobra!" Vaskez snaps back at him, thrashing and struggling against the sheet she's stuck to, and not doing more than causing some very small jiggles in her pert chest. "Truth, justice, and the Alliance way will always win out over evil!"\n\nYou admit that for a moment you have to just stare over at her. Wow, she didn't seem the type to spout something like that with such utter sincerity. Maybe it's just in reaction to Mr. Saturday Morning Cartoon Villain over there.\n\n"Ssstupid imbecccilessss," Commander Cobra smarms back. "I will teeeach you the foooolissshnesssss of oppooossssing me! Now learn, like allll your friendssss have learrrned, the pricccce of your arroganccccce! ACTIVATE THE MORPHORUBBER!"\n\nVaskez's eyes widen as a robot armature with another sheet of black shiny material on it swings into place above her, then downward to meet up with the one she's already stuck to, completely encasing her from the neck down. She struggles and writhes, gasping out and making some noises that you think are suppressed moans as a low hum fills the air and the two sheets start drawing together, getting steadily tighter all around her body, until her whole form is outlined... though just as rapidly as it outlined every little bit of muscle down to the shape of her abs, all of those details begin to smooth out, becoming lineless and generalized, more like the impression of her form than the actuality... as well, you notice that part of the rubber around her feet has deformed into high heels, and that her toes are no longer outlined, the ends of her feet instead tapering down into points. "S-stop, you fiend!" Vaskez shouts, briefly looking relieved as the humming does actually stop. Then a pair of hoses descends from the ceiling, wriggling and writhing in the air, until the tips latch onto Vaskez's nipples, making her gasp. This time her moans are louder, her eyes rolling as there's a thick, gooey rushing noise, her tits starting to swell up. Not only that, but her entire body seems to be altering, her ass rounding out, her legs taking on an exaggerated feminine curvature. "No, no," she pleads, even those words tinged by the obvious orgasmic pleasure she's feeling.\n\nWhen the noise stops and the tubes retract, from the neck down Vaskez now looks identical to the array of sexbots lined up across the room. More robotic arms lower, a pair of them tipped by buzzing devices moving over her head, quickly shaving her bald, that beautiful vibrantly-colored hair falling to the floor to instantly get sucked into a vent. She looks humiliated and embarrassed at the feeling of cold metal and cool air on her scalp... but that expression is fleeting, replaced by wide-eyed horror as more arms descend, this time stretching open the end of what looks like a black rubber bag. "No! No! Stop, please, sto-!" But her cries are cut off as the bag is slid over her head and almost instantly tightens, vaguely outlining the shape of her eyes, nose, and horrified mouth, the lips of which swell and inflate even as the rubber slides further down, obviously pushing down her throat. She struggles and wiggles silently, until a single robot arm lowers down and slips one of those golden caps with its antennae-ears over her head. Immediately her struggles cease, her mouth closing over the gaping black tunnel that is now her throat. The whole armature of the black sheets moves, shifting around until she's flat on her now high-heeled feet, a soft 'snap' sounding as the rest of the sheet pulls away from her body. Placing one hand on her wide, shiny hip, the sexbot that used to be Vaskez saunters with an exaggerated and yet somehow mechanical streetwalker gait, its large ass and immense tits highlighted in all their fakery for barely moving at all, until it reaches the line with the other sexbots, whirls, and puts its legs together and drops its arms to its side, going from prostitute to good little soldier awaiting instructions.\n\n"You <b>fiend</b>!" Jon'z roars the moment both of you get over your shock and horror at watching the whole procedure. "You won't get away with this!"\n\n'<i>Seriously</i>?!' you can't help but think, even as you watch with mild despair as Jon'z's restraint slides over into the slot Vaskez's had occupied, yours sliding over a moment after.\n\n"Kyaaaa-hahahahahssssss! If you care so much for your friend, officer... JOIN HER!" Commander Cobra cries, sweeping his hand dramatically in an 'activate' motion.\n\nJon'z stares up as a sheet of the 'morphorubber' swings out over him just like it did Vaskez, and then clamps down around him. He struggles intently as it latches closed and the hum begins, the shiny material starting to draw taut around his body. Unlike with Vaskez, however, it's soon outlining his broad shoulders and the bulge of his cock... but even as you watch the stuff growing tighter, it seems to compress him, to force those shoulders into a feminine slope, his cock pushed in and forced to get smaller and smaller, until the area between his legs is smooth and featureless, then even gains a slight cleft as if it had been nudged into the shape of pussylips. His gasps and grunts grow more frantic as his feet are forced into the shape of high heels, his entire body now resembling a sleek, not particularly developed female's. But just like with Vaskez, the set of hoses drops down and attaches to his pecs... which soon begin bulging and swelling up into the shape of mammaries, growing larger and rounder by the second. Jon'z apparently isn't any more immune to the sensation than Vaskez, his grunts and growls quickly turning to moans and gasps, the sound becoming ever more feminine in tone and nature even if it's not actually changing in register, as his legs round out and take on curves, his hips and ass swelling and rounding out, even the bump of a thick rubber clit becoming visible at the tip of the molded entrance between his legs.\n\nThe tubes eventually retract, the next set of arms moving in. The clippers move in briefly, pause as if confused, then retract with what you'd swear was a disappointed whir. Instead the thing moves right on to lowering the mask over his head, Jon'z's last despairing cry cut off as the thing suctions into place and joins up with the rubber now coating his body, his lips swelling up into exaggerated dick-sucking ones. The cap is lowered into place, his struggles immediately ceasing as he's angled up and set on the floor. With the exact same gait to go along with the identical appearance, the Jon'z-turned-sexbot saunters over and takes its place at the end of the line.\n\nYou're shaking as your own 'bed' is moved into place below the devices that converted the other two. "Ssssoooo, it ssseeemssss we cooome to the oddity, the Ssssspace Rangerrrr amidst the patheeeetic planetaryyyy copsssss," Commander Cobra hisses, tapping his fingertips together. "A thoooought occurssss to meeee." You can't help but feel a bit of hope, no matter how ridiculous that is, as he actually seems like he might be reconsidering turning you into a robot sex doll. "How deliccccciousssss it miiiight be to make you obeeeey me of your own wiiiiill. Yesss, that'ssss riiiight, Ssspace Rangerrrr... kneel before meeee, offer sssservicccce, and you willll retaaain your own forrrrm."\n\n"W-what?"\n\n"He's saying suck cock as yourself, or suck cock as one of those," the white-haired woman snorts, thumbing towards the rows of sexbots that all apparently used to be the planetary cops that came on this operation. "Your choice, cutie. If I were you, I'd get down on my knees in pure gratitude for Boss offerin' up his dick to you."\n\n"Whaaat will it beeee, Sssspace Rangerrrr?" Commander Cobra demands.\n\n<hr>\n[[Accept his offer.|GGSR1x8]]\n\n[[Refuse.|GGSR1ax1]]

"I vote for hiding inside the containers," you say after thinking about it for a minute. "Even if they only carry us a little way inside, it's still a bit of ship we don't have to fight our way through, right?" \n\n"Right," Vaskez says with a grin, to which Jon'z merely shrugs a bit before giving a small nod.\n\n"Alright, people, we're going with the inside-the-containers plan," he calls to the rest. "Sit down on the pads in tight groups. Each of your team leads should have the control to pop the boxes, do not make a move until either myself or Vaskez issues the order!"\n\nWith that everyone starts stepping up onto the round, glowing teleporter pads, then sitting down and scooching close together. You give a soft 'errrr' as you step onto one with Vaskez and Jon'z, blushing a little bit as you follow along and wind up with them practically draped against your sides once you've sat down. "So what exactly is this part of the plan?"\n\n"We're going to teleport onto the ship just as it's igniting its engines, to cover the signature," Vaskez explains. "Once we're aboard we need as little movement as possible in as little time as possible, so they're going to teleport us directly into the cargo containers."\n\nThus the getting snuggly, you presume. You try not to think about how all three of you are wearing rather thin, little-to-the-imagination type bodysuits and rubbing up against each other near-constantly, until suddenly everything goes dark. You look around to find that you're in darkness... though a moment later a faint light beams out from the shoulders of all three suits, illuminating the container. It's big enough that you can all scoot around and get a little more distance as you press up against the sides, pulling your guns out of your holsters. "Commander Cobra's ship usually leaps in and snatches the transports when they're just inside of the warp border," Vaskez whispers. "It shouldn't be long. Try to maintain silence... they shouldn't be able to hear us in here, though there are sensors to let us hear them, but we shouldn't risk it."\n\nYou nod back to her and settle down to wait. There's a faint vibration like you experienced earlier, on the 'pod' Ydoncha put you on. Then there's a soft lurch that makes you shake in place. A glance at Vaskez and Jon'z show them looking confident and expectant... apparently, Commander Cobra's taken the bait. Soon the shaking stops, and a moment later there's a low series of thuds, and the sound of something dropping.\n\n"Alright, ya glassy-eyed lugs! The boss says this shipment has a buncha stuff he needs, so don't go dropping anything!" A woman's voice, rather coarse and a little bored, rings out, along with heavy footfalls and a low whirring sound. "Get 'em on the carts, all this is going up to his pet doc's lab!"\n\nYou and the two cops share an excited glance. That must be Doctor Biim! Part of the whole mission is to save her, and it sounds like they're going to take you all right to her! You can take care of that, recover or destroy her work, and have a great place to try and take the ship from! The excitement inside the cargo crate is palpable as it shifts and moves, apparently being loaded onto a dolly or cart. As you're moved along, the woman's voice continues to shout occasional orders, mostly hurling some form of mild verbal abuse at the pirates doing the work.\n\n"Be careful as you load those crates on the elevator, ya space rats, you wanna break something? Stack 'em in good so we can unload 'em and spread 'em out once we get up there, the Doc'll wanna look through 'em all once we've gone. Her an' 'er damned privacy, but oh well. I guess the Commander'll be along awhile after that ta see what she's up to and what she got, what with that lift that goes direct to the bridge nowadays. C'mon, c'mon, we wanna get this done before we go on night shift and practically everyone's off duty and in their quarters. Yeah, go on, load it in there nice and gentle. That all of 'em? Good, good. Send 'em on up to the lab."\n\nYou shift a bit, getting up onto the balls of your feet, the other two doing the same. Once you're in the lab and unloaded, all you'll have to do is get out and secure the Doctor. Then you can just wait for Commander Cobra, overcome him, storm the bridge, and easily lock everyone in their rooms! This couldn't possibly be going any better!\n\n"Oh yeah, but before ya send the elevator up, make sure ta turn on the somnic inducer and knock out all those fuckin' cops in the boxes."\n\nYour eyes widen, and your head snaps around to look over at the equally shocked Jon'z and Vaskez. But before you can do anything a low-pitched whine that seems to slide right through your skull and into your brain fills the cargo container. Your eyes roll up and you topple forward, gun dropping from your limp fingers as the three of you flop into a limp, unconscious pile.\n\n<hr>\n[[Continue.|GGSR1x7]]

So you don't have a lot of information about this particular group, other than that obviously they make movies (and maybe other things?) and that Honey wound up in debt to them. ... Wait how did Honey wind up in debt to a movie studio?\n\nA bit of digging around through the finances and paper trail answers it, at least partly. It seems to be a fairly complex thing and you're not sure you understand it entirely. Apparently Honey invested in a bunch of their upcoming projects, with the expectation that he'd receive a portion of the profits after they were released for a certain amount of time. But something happened and the movies were never released, so not only was Honey out his initial investment, but apparently due to the way the contract was set up, he was also liable for a portion of the studio's <i>losses</i>. And then it looks like in an attempt to recoup the losses, Honey signed up for some sort of contract with them (oh Honey no) where he'd continue investing in future projects (and be obligated to do so), and so far none of them have turned a profit or at least enough of one to even start digging him out of the rather deep hole he's in with them.\n\nThere has to be some way out of this! You're no lawyer, but you feel like if you talk to these people in person and maybe put a little bit of pressure on them, maybe they'll back down. Certainly if they make movies and things they don't want bad publicity! Movie studios care about it when people get upset with them! ... Right?\n\nYou call the office, which turns out to be local, and make an appointment to see them the next day while Honey's at work... he'd probably be embarrassed if he found out you were trying to intercede on his behalf, after all. The next morning not long after he leaves, you dress up (just a bit) to look nice for the meeting and then head out. You see the building on your approach... it's very plain, one of those 'concrete slab' multistory ones, without very many windows. (Huh, do they actually do the shooting here?) You enter the small, unassuming front lobby and announce yourself to the secretary, who smiles and shows you into a similarly small, unassuming office with a single desk with only the chair behind it, and a rather nice, cushy-looking black leather couch and armchair. Since there's no chair in front of the desk, you settle on the couch to wait.\n\nYou're not waiting very long when another of the doors opens and a young man strolls in. You're not sure what you were expecting, but it certainly wasn't such a handsome, almost dashing lad with honey-colored hair and pretty dark eyes covered by slim, ultramodern-style glasses. He's dressed very casually too in a long-sleeved black shirt and blue jeans, and immediately walks over to offer you his hand as you stand. "Hey there, Mrs. Biene, I'm Justin Thyme, I own the Alternative Media Group."\n\n"It's nice to meet you," you answer politely, resisting the urge to add 'despite the circumstances'. "'Theresa' is fine, too."\n\n"Okay, Theresa, so, you wanted to talk to me about your husband's debt and contracts with us?" he says breezily as he settles into the armchair. \n\n"Yes," you answer as you retake your seat, folding your hands in your lap and frowning. "I'm really not sure this arrangement that you have with him is entirely legal. This obligation to cover losses, the forced reinvestments..."\n\n"Well on that count I'm gonna have to tell you that all of the contracts are entirely legal," he says with a shrug. "I mean, whether or not they're <i>fair</i>, they're legal."\n\nYou frown more deeply at that. "And you're just saying that outright?"\n\n"What can I say, Theresa?" he says with a sunny smile and a flit of the hand. "The legal system isn't interested in fairness at all. It only cares about who's best at using the rules. And I have some lawyers that are <i>extremely</i> good at using the rules. I promise you, those contracts will hold up in court, and right now your husband is under obligation to invest a certain amount in every project we've got planned for the next five years. Assuming he doesn't reup at some point," he adds dryly.\n\nYou purse your lips and just glare at Justin for a few moments. Finally though you sigh, and say, "Isn't there anything at all I could do to get you to let him out of the contract?"\n\n"Wellllll, there is a contract severance clause that allows for an exit from it, albeit with a financial penalty to be paid up front," Justin allows with a shrug, spreading his hands. "But it can't be activated as long as your husband still owes us money. First you'd have to resolve the debt, then you could see about paying off the severance clause."\n\n"I see," you murmur, thinking of the other debts as well.\n\n"You know, perhaps we could come to an arrangement," he suggests, now giving you another sunny smile as he steeples his fingers. "I think you'd make a wonderful performer in our projects. Being a performer for us pays quite well, we could put it right towards the debt, and then towards the severance clause penalty if you wanted to keep working. I'm sure we could always find something for you to do on the list of in-progress projects."\n\n"Oh, um, well, thank you," you say with a blink. "But I've never really done much acting."\n\n"It's alright. I think you could get the hang of it all the same," he says, his smile turning wolfish.\n\nYou blink again. Then your face starts to go red as realization slowly starts to dawn. "W-wait... wait, you don't mean to tell me... that the movies you make are... pornographic?!"\n\n"Pornographic movies, audio, livestreams, games, really we do it all here," he replies cheerfully. "There's always a lot going on, like I said, so always something for you to do, I should think!"\n\nH-Honey! How could you?! Investing in movies is one thing, but investing in porn?! "I... I..." you stammer. After a moment your brain spits out the only thing it can latch onto firmly in the situation: "How could you fail to make back your investment on <i>porn movies</i>?!"\n\nJustin laughs at that. "Well it wasn't just the movies... and ours can be more expensive than you'd think, too. But also, y'see, there's a confluence of laws in Deviville that, with the proper licensing and oversight, allows for the creation of content that isn't actually legal for <i>distribution</i>, as long as we're actively seeking to legalize that distribution. Your husband seems to have gotten the idea we were much closer to that legalization than we are and that there would be a quick and very high return of investment on it."\n\n... You're not even certain you want to think about the kind of content that might be. But you are vaguely aware that a lot of states ban things that might be fairly gross to a lady such as yourself but aren't exactly that far out there. M-maybe it's that sort of thing! "I... see. ... W-wait, you'd want me to do... those sorts of things?!"\n\n"Short version is, the more 'out there' something is, the more it pays," Justin says in a reasonable tone. "So if you really wanted to stick to fairly vanilla stuff, I'm sure you could eventually pay off your debt that way. But... maybe not in time to stop your husband from incurring more. Especially if you don't let him in on what you're doing, hm? But it's a pretty sweet deal, really, not something I'd offer to just anyone," he adds. "So if I were you I'd think about it."\n\n<hr>\n[[... It might be the only way...|Ther]]\n\n[[No! Never!|Ther]]

You step over and take a look at the screen showing the interior of the holosuite, taking a moment to thumb the Mute option off.\n\n"Nnnnnh, cock, cock goooood," Tifa groans from where she's bent over with her hands on a table, arms squishing her huge, whorish tits together as one of the skeevy, leering drunks now populating her bar pumps his massive prick into her overplump pussy.\n\nOnce he's dumped his load in her and stepped back, his practically equine-proportioned cock sliding out from between her thick, overfat cuntlips, Tifa rises and turns, spotting two more approaching her with their huge dicks jutting eagerly towards her. Without hesitation and an eager, lewd smile on her face, she squats down to sit on her raised heels, knees swung wide apart, that hefty pussy shown off... albeit just barely, with how low her hefty tits hang down on her body. She reaches out to rub and stroke those huge, rather unsightly wrinkled and mottled pricks worshipfully, leaning to one side and then the other to slide half of each down her throat in turn, showing not even the faintest hint of a gag reflex as her throat bulges obscenely with how thick they are. \n\nShe shows just as little hesitation about leaning back and guiding those pricks downward until the tips press up against her nipples... and both men thrust forward, the thick pink nubs spreading open almost as easily as her overplumped cunt, though obviously still considerably tighter as both begin fucking her, those giant milkbags wobbling and shaking with the motions. "Yeeeees, fuck my tits, your cocks feel so good inside my tits," she moans loudly, reaching out to stroke off two more men that step up to her sides, her eyes rolling and tongue lolling out in a vulgar, shameless display of utterly mindless pleasure.\n\nShortly after she's astride one patron with another behind her, both her fat pussy and thick donut of an asshole stuffed with cock, and another one pumping down her eager cunt of a mouth, even as two more men fuck her nipples since her tits are big enough for them to fit in around her, along with two more getting jerked off beside them. Tifa's eyes roll and her body shakes with her motions, trying to fuck herself against all of the pricks simultaneously, not wanting or caring about anything other than how good it feels as they all begin to use her as a place to drop their loads, spraying it all over her, filling her belly and womb, and bulging her already enormous tits up as they're filled with two hefty loads.\n\nMy my, isn't she having fun?\n\n<hr>\n[[Use her yourself.|Capture-SlutTifa]]\n\n[[Later.|Capture-HabSG]]

You have no concept of time, with the fleshtube encircling your head and your body, the goo being pumped into your stomach constantly keeping you fed even as it fuels the changes to your body. There is only whether you're cumming from being milked and filled with eggs, or whether you're cumming from being milked and laying eggs.\n\nYour tits continue to grow, and with each cycle of implantation and suction, the beast is able to fill you with more and more eggs. Eggs which, unbeknownst to you, mostly go to being reabsorbed into itself after having been gestated even briefly within a human host, allowing it to expand the size of its dimension... though others are cast off into other worlds, hoping to implant there and one day capture more wriggling, writhing wombs like yourself.\n\nDays turn into weeks, weeks turn into months, months turn into years, years turn into decades, decades turn into centuries. Though time may pass here, it seems to work differently, or at least you might realize if you had the ability to understand the passage of time anymore, or to think, or to really do anything other than writhe and moan and cum. Your breasts have grown to quite literally the size of mountains, dangling down into the abyss, wobbling and shaking, the sloshing from within like the sound of waves on the shore from the small seas of milk they contain, the now massive tentacles suckling them flowing like oil pipelines. Your belly grows outward to similar proportions when full, jutting downward huge and round, filled with millions of eggs rather than dozens; the cycles of filling and laying have extended to take more than a century for each one, even further distorting your understanding of time passing.\n\nSomeday perhaps, should the beast continue such wonderfully successful cycles of fueling itself, your tits and egg-belly, and those of the rest of the club, will grow to the size of planets. What a thing to imagine... fourteen heavy, heaving, wobbling, milk-filled celestial bodies, each with enough size to create their own gravity, sloshing and shaking in the flesh-walled galaxy surrounding them, occasionally joined by seven more bulging, round eggworlds destined to disappear again once they've been filled to capacity and drained.\n\nBut you can't imagine anything anymore. You can only cum.\n\n<b>Mystery Circle of Room 217-A</b> end - <i>An obscene universe</i>

"I think it's better if you settle into the back half, let me take the net area first." As Tanya starts to pout a little, you add, "Let me set it up for you. When you see an opening, unleash Hell."\n\n"Well <i>that</i> I like," Tanya replies, smiling with a flash of her teeth.\n\nThe two of you move through the sand to settle into place. One of the resort girls, who's apparently serving as judge, tosses Tanya the ball so that she can serve, then blows the whistle. Your partner immediately slugs the ball, hard enough that you're sure it's going to go out of bounds. But at the last moment both you and Christina see that it will hit just barely inside the line, the pale-haired woman diving for the save. Hayate quickly bumps the ball over the net, a bit too high for you to reach, but then Christina is scrambling to her feet and vulnerable...\n\n<hr>\n[[Try to return.|DOAplaceholder]]\n\n[[Let Tanya get it.|DOA2x5]]

Deciding the ball's too high and going too long, you turn, waiting for Tanya to get it. The blonde jerks forward, clasping her hands and doing an awkward bump. You wince at the angle of it... it looks like it just <i>barely</i> might get over the net if you left it alone.\n\n<hr>\n[[Try to unleash your spike!|DOAplaceholder]]\n\n[[Unleash your Tanya instead.|DOA2x6]]\n\n[[Let it go over on its own, maybe it'll be good.|DOAplaceholder]]

Nodding in decision, you turn and head for a subtly outlined panel in the wall that slides open when you're almost touching it. There's not a lot of clearance either above or to the sides, your ears just barely not brushing the ceiling of the small, unlit passage inside. You have to rely on your HUD overlay of the building's inner workings to navigate, which obviously would make it difficult for any intruder who somehow managed to get into the cyberdog tunnels... any intruder that couldn't just possess a cyberdog, obviously.\n\nSoon you emerge into a hallway on the first floor, making a face by shifting your jawplate and flicking your tongue through the air. Gah, actual cyberdogs might not get claustrophobic, but there's no way you're taking the tunnels and minilifts all the way up to the fourth floor. The cyberdogs are cleared to patrol the interior anyway, no one will think twice about you padding along, metal feet and claws making sharp clicks on the smooth reinforced tile below as you trot over to the elevators and stand up on your hind legs, pressing your noseplate to the Up button. It scans the embedded ID chip much the same way it would scan someone's fingerprint, and one of the elevator doors slides open for you, allowing you to drop back to all fours and pad inside.\n\n"Very good, there should be no further obstructions on the way to the target's office. She is here," Mavis continues, adding a glowing outline of a woman sitting at a desk, before popping further information up on your HUD, including a bust photo of a Japanese woman with shoulder-length black hair, brown eyes behind pink top-frame glasses, very pert but not particularly large breasts, and wearing a turtleneck sleeveless sweater, what looks like a shoulder-height glove on her visible arm. "Mimori Alderman. An accountant with a secondary specialty in programming, she is a specialist companies call in to hide assets from their extralegal or simply 'poor optics' endeavors. Typically this is done in a 'blind' fashion where not even those who hire her know precisely where and how she has hidden their money, only that it will eventually be funneled back to them. Naturally the nature of this means that her integrity must be above reproach... but it also means that, if she could in fact become Mistress Cyan's agent, her access to both funds and company systems would be extremely beneficial."\n\n<img src="images/Mimori.png">\n\nYou ponder the image in your vision as the elevator dings and swings open, Mavis asking you as you trot out into the hall, "What method do you intend to use to make Mimori an agent of our mistress?"\n\n<hr>\n[[Intimidation!|Chocola]]\n\n[[Bribery!|Chocola1x5]]\n\n[[Fuckery!|Chocola]]

'Well obviously when you want to turn someone into a double agent, you bribe them, right?' you answer as you make your way gradually towards the corner office.\n\n"I will note that we are interested in this person in large part because of her unfettered access to extreme amounts of currency," Mavis notes. "This has obviously been taken into consideration for the simulation, are you sure this is the choice you wish to make?"\n\n<hr>\n[[We just have to offer her <i>enough</i>!|Chocola]]\n\n[[Who said anything about money?|Chocola1x6]]

"I guess the first thing I'd do is, y'know, case the joint?" you suggest, glancing upward as if that was where Mavis was. You feel vaguely like you're talking to God except God sounds more like a phone AI. "Try to figure out where the weak spots are, if there's any more security, stuff like that."\n\n"Very good," Mavis's voice answers with a mildly approving tone, which makes you puff out your chest a bit. "Normally that would involve finding nearby vantage points, making use of stealth microdrones, and calling up unregistered satellite scans. I have highlighted all of the implants and equipment you would use to do these so that you will know where they are in the future. For now we will dispense with the time and effort of doing so and continue. Your investigation would conclude that the guards are genesoldiers, all genetically altered to fit to a single genetic codec and mentally conditioned, identified via implant in their neck." The guards' armor briefly disappears, showing an identical pair of muscular brown-haired naked men, and a flash of something red and square at the base of their skull. "They are not thralls but are extremely loyal. The grounds are also regularly patrolled by autonomous cyberdogs." Apparently to demonstrate, a pair of dogs with layered armored exteriors in a mingling of red and gold go padding by the gate visibly... their profiles are a lot like Dobermans, although a bit bigger and heftier seeming, likely from the armor. "A number of these roam both the exterior grounds and the interior of the building. The guards and cyberdogs are the building's primary security challenges... the cameras, sensors, and locks the facility boasts are otherwise not worth mentioning, in most cases."\n\n"Okay, so, get over the wall, avoid the guards and dogs, and if I can do that I can get to the target."\n\n"Correct. Now, how do you plan to accomplish that?"\n\n<hr>\n[[Could I hack a guard?|Chocola]]\n\n[[Could I hack a dog?|Chocola1x3]]\n\n[[Could I climb the building?|Chocola]]

"The cyberdogs' brains are probably controlled a lot by their implants, right? What if I hacked into one of them and used it to get inside?"\n\n"An unorthodox but potentially viable solution," Mavis replies, highlighting the roving cyberdogs' outlines through the wall like when you used to cheat at FPS games. "However, to assert such a level of control over their systems, you would likely need to use your C.A.H.C. implant."\n\n"Uh, my... my cock?" you murmur, glancing down at the flat front of your spy panties.\n\n"No, but also yes." Mavis creates an image of your body in your HUD, spinning it around, then highlighting an implant a bit high up on your crotch... yeah it totally looks like a 'womb tattoo' you think with a flat look. "The Coercion/Assimilation/Hacking/Corruption implant allows you to alter your bodily fluids for a variety of purposes. Via a mixture of magical enchantment and magitech nanites, individuals, especially those with neural implants, can be altered or subverted to your purposes. In this case, a delivery of magical transformative fluid to help alter the cyberdog for further use once inside as well as the nanites to seize control of its neural net."\n\n"Sooooo... grow a dick, fuck the dog, then I can control it."\n\n"Correct."\n\nYou ponder for a second, but two centuries of doing absolutely anything players and NPCs asked you to have eroded a lot of taboos, even if this will still be a new one on you. "Yeah, okay, let's do that."\n\n"Very well. To your left is a misparked transport van that should give you sufficient clearance to leap over the wall with your jump-assist boots."\n\nYou look over and spot said van, trotting over to it with no challenge from the guards and leaping up. You can see over the wall semi-decently now, and watch the dogs circling. "So probably better if I get one away from the other."\n\n"While their actual neural net is hardened, a small backdoor exploit exists in their supplemental sensor suite. This can be used to create a 'throw a rock' effect."\n\n"Oh, cool, alright then." You suppose you should ready your... ahem, C.A.H.C.... and glance down. The front of your spy panties opens up as your crotch bulges, quickly spilling out a pair of smooth brown balls as a long, decently fat chocolate-colored shaft grows above them, jutting forward ready and waiting, balls growing a bit heavier as you prime them with your intended load, the skin of your cock glistening as it forms a thick layer of stimulating aphrodisiac lube. 'Yup, totally like the one I had before Cyan changed me,' you lie to yourself, looking up again.\n\nYou wait for the pair of armored canines to circle around back towards you, then pick the outermost one and initiate the hack that Mavis highlights for you. Its head raises and turns, metal ears perking up, and it turns away from its partner and trots towards the wall, the other cyberdog continuing on with its patrol as if not having noticed. Your HUD helpfully marks the arc of your jump as you crouch down, and you wait for the dog's investigation to bring it into position before you launch yourself into the air, flipping over the laser barrier and coming down practically on the armored animal's back. It gives a synthesized-sounding yip as you hit it and roll, sounding more surprised than anything else as you twist, getting it back onto all fours with yourself behind it and your hands gripping its middle. You suppose you shouldn't be surprised that it has a pale, rubbery-looking pucker below its segmented armored tail... it's a simulation, after all, you doubt Mavis would have given you the option if it wasn't there. You take only long enough to gulp and, before the cyberdog can process what's happened, you thrust your apparently hacking-enabled dick into its ass.\n\nYou moan loudly at the feeling, unable to help letting out a soft "Fuuuuck." While the exterior of the cyberdog's ass might look like rubber, the interior is apparently still wholly flesh and blood, and hot and tight around you. You spent your entire time in the Kinshire brothel having cocks stuffed in your hot, tight little holes, never once getting to do the opposite... or even before that, you're pretty sure. Part of your brain should be ashamed that you're losing your dick-virginity to a cyborg guard dog, but that part of you isn't the one in charge of thrusting your hips and pumping your prick into the red-and-gold armored beast's tight tailhole. It no longer seems to be resisting, its solid, glowing eyes instead flickering as it makes a panting noise through its vocal speakers. You're a bit surprised when a panel opens below it and what's obviously a cock slides out... it's obviously shaped like a canine cock, even gleaming wetly in the light, but it's a bit too shiny and perfect... rubber? Metal? You're not entirely sure and you're just a little distracted by the pleasure of the robobeast's ass squeezing around you as you fuck it. Of course, you don't take long to thrust forward and start emptying your balls into its bestial butt... because it's a mission, after all! you tell yourself even as your eyes roll and a beautific smile of relief comes over your face.\n\n"Hacking payload delivered, takeover initiated," Mavis's voice announces, and you blink out of your post-nut high a bit as you watch the red and gold armor change to black and white to match your gear and hair, the light of its eyes changing from green to silver, presumably to mimic your grey ones. "Naturally, the cyberdog's actual armor plating is unchanged... that would make using it as an infiltration agent somewhat pointless. On an actual mission, this would instead be an overlay your HUD applies to help you keep track of hacked individuals. Normally your hacking management suite would allow you to issue orders remotely without needing to take full control, but for the purposes of this training, let's go ahead and shift your perspective."\n\nYou blink, and suddenly find that... you <i>are</i> the cyberdog! You turn your head back and forth with a whir of servomotors, adjusting briefly to the different HUD. ... Oh, and the feel of your own cock in your ass. You can't really blush as a heavily cyberized canine, so instead you just walk forward, your motionless elf body's prick slipping out of your pucker and flopping limp down. 'Uh, right, okay,' you try thinking at Mavis, since you're not sure you can talk right now. 'What about my body?'\n\n"As said, in a real mission you would be controlling both bodies simultaneously, likely keeping your 'main perspective' in your own body. This part of the training exercise is primarily to help you learn to manage other systems, which will have a greater impact if your perspective is from inside those systems. Now, take a moment to review the cyberdog's system for what you have available to you."\n\n'Okay, okay, let's see. Body heat sensors, sonar bark, taser launcher, retractable subdual prong...' You blink, then angle your head down, metal ears twitching back and forth as you look at where the cock-shaped device has now retracted back into its slot. 'Wow, pervy designers.'\n\n"You will find that relatively common in the twenty-third century. Advanced technology has allowed humanity to make manifest many of its more 'kinky' tendencies, and given it far more social excuses for doing so."\n\n'Oookaaay. Hm, alright, and I've got full maps and displays of the facility, and access via both standard doors and a special system just for the cyberdogs, it should be easy to get up to the fourth floor this way.'\n\n"Very good."\n\nYou trot towards the building, then pause. '... Hm...'\n\n"You are thinking of diverting to engage in further sexual intercourse, possibly with the other cyberdogs since you are aware of where their kennel is on the building schematics."\n\n'Ah... yeah,' you admit, bobbing your head. When there's no immediate response, you sigh heavily, the sound coming out as a <i>chuff</i> through your vocal speakers. 'C'mon, Mavis, I've been stuck in a video game as an NPC for the last 200 years. This is the first time I've been an actual player in forever, and it's this cool, pervy one you've made for me!'\n\n"Understandable," Mavis says, actually surprising you a little. "Games of all kinds, but especially video games, are Mistress Cyan's passion. This is a form of video game, in the end, and so I am sure she would like you to have fun with it. I will also note that she does not expect her agents to be emotionless drones... unless that is specifically what she requires of one. You are both allowed and encouraged to mix business and pleasure... as long as your personal pleasure does not hamper or derail the mission. So certainly you may divert briefly to have some fun in the simulation... just make certain that you do not allow yourself to become so distracted that you fail in your appointed task."\n\nHuh. Well, put that way, it sounds like you'll have lots of opportunity for fun, both in other simulations and in real life! Whether or not you actually do so right now seems less pressing.\n\n<hr>\n[[Go have some fun with the other cyberdogs.|Chocola]]\n\n[[Go right to the target.|Chocola1x4]]

Tanya seems like the one you'd relate to the most. After all, if you wind up teaming up with someone, you'll probably be spending plenty of time together socializing... best to pick someone you have a lot in common with, right?\n\nPulling on some shorts and a shirt, you head down to the bar. It's a classy sort of place without being quite ritzy enough to make you feel bad for not wearing an evening dress... though you notice that some of the girls are wearing just that, apparently taking it as a nice chance to dress up. There are some of the older guys you saw on the boat and at the dock mingling too, and several of the girls in ritzy dresses are chatting them up. Heh, looks like one or two fighters may be leaving the island with sugar daddies.\n\nYou spot Tanya leaning against a divider, arms resting back against it, a mostly-empty beer bottle dangling from one hand. The "down home country girl" image couldn't get more complete... the cowboy hat on her head, the denim shirt with the sleeves pulled up and only buttoned at the middle, the white t-shirt underneath it, the cowboy boots. You've got to wonder if that's deliberate image or just how she actually likes to dress.\n\nHm... how to approach her...?\n\n<hr>\n[[Straightforward and direct.|DOA2x3]]\n\n[[Flattering and smooth.|DOAplaceholder]]

Hm. Whether the cowgirl look is natural or feigned, either way you've got to figure she'll come off as liking a no-nonsense approach. You head to the bar and order two beers, one of them to match the brand she's drinking, then head over.\n\n"Here, looked like you were about ready for a fresh one," you say, holding out the bottle.\n\n"Aw, thanks hon, awful considerate of you." She finishes off her current beer with a quick slug before setting the bottle aside and accepting the new one. "Name's Tanya."\n\n"Yeah, I saw the brochure." You settle in against the counter that's at a ninety degree angle from hers, taking a swig of your own beer. "My name's Kali. I was actually thinking maybe we could team up."\n\n"Forward li'l thing, aren't'cha?" Tanya answers with a broad smile.\n\n"Well, c'mon, you've gotta hang around with a tournament partner a lot, and what'm I gonna talk about with... an executive assistant?" you say, tilting your head in the general direction of where Christina's speaking with Hayate, both of them with their heads and voices lowered.\n\n"Well that's the damn truth." Tanya huffs out a breath, flicking the brim of her hat to tilt it back a bit. "To be honest, I was sort of figuring on teaming up with Serena, her and me have been tournament buddies for a few years now. But hell, this's beach volleyball... sure she'll understand wantin' ta spread my wings a little. 'Sides, ain't like all three of us can't hang out." She grins broadly again, then holds the neck of her beer bottle out towards you. "Y'got yourself a partner, partner."\n\n"Awesome," you reply with your own grin, clinking bottles with her.\n\n"Tch, did I hear you over here abandoning me, Tanya?" Serena says with a melodramatic pout as she walks up, arms folded under her chest.\n\n"I imagine you'll live," Tanya replies with a snicker. "That little Chinese gal I saw you chatting with seemed interested."\n\n"Interested in a threesome with me and her girlfriend, I think, not so much on the sports side of things. Oh, don't worry about it, I'll manage. Serena," she adds, holding a hand out to you.\n\n"Kali. Nice to meet you."\n\n"Nice to meet you, too. Well, I'd suggest we all go sit down and order something, but I do still have to find a partner, it seems."\n\nSerena wanders off, and you start chatting with Tanya. Pleasantly it seems that you <i>do</i> have a lot in common, and before long it becomes clear you've made a new friend as well as a tournament partner. Eventually Serena returns, introducing her own new acquaintance Helen. (You can't help but notice that except for the English accent and the hairstyle, she and Tanya look a whole lot alike.) The four of you make your way to a table and order dinner, and have a rather pleasant evening just talking about different tournaments you've been to and why you decided to come to this one.\n\nThe next morning you awaken and do a quick morning warmup, then don a snug black bikini bottom and a black sports bra to go with it. As you take the elevator down and cross the lobby to head towards the competition beach, you see other women following the same path and notice that a lot of them haven't gone as... practical... as you have. In fact there's more than a few string bikinis and even some buttfloss going on... they're going to play sports in that stuff?\n\nYou arrive at the scheduled beach and find that Tanya is dressed a bit more conservatively than that, but still less practically than you, in an American flag print bikini. She's stretching out as you arrive, and waves at you cheerfully. "Mornin', sugar!"\n\n"Morning." You glance across the net and see that you've wound up paired against Christina and Hayate for your first round. Great, if your earlier assessment was accurate, that's going to be a tough combo to beat.\n\n"Yeah, both of 'em have bloodlust in their eyes," Tanya comments quietly as she notices where you're looking. "Movin' together like a well-tuned machine already, too. Whatcha think? Put me up front, I'll decimate 'em, s'what I say."\n\n<hr>\n[[Let Tanya at 'em.|DOAplaceholder]]\n\n[[Have Tanya take the back, you take the front.|DOA2x4]]

"Here, watch this," you assure Mavis. "I mean at least trust me to know about sexual drives after all this time, huh?" Addressing the politician again, you smile. "Oh, I'm not suggesting anything illegal. In fact that's what I wanted to talk to you about... a lot of very legal fun."\n\nYou can see that you've caught his attention, because he looks a bit more curious than annoyed now, looking you up and down as if wondering where you might be going with this. So you continue, "That's your thing, isn't it? You indulge yourself, but only ever legally. But that has to feel just a little... stifling... after awhile, doesn't it? A big powerful guy like you, with so much money and influence, but hey, he needs to obey the law. And then you think, well, what if I went somewhere where even more depraved things were legal?" By the way he squirms a bit in place, his frown deepens slightly, and his cock stiffens further, you can see you've hit the mark. "But even for a guy like you, some things are just way too far into bad optics, right? Plus, think of the moral thing, you can't <i>completely</i> discount that, can you?"\n\n"That... is very true," he admits after a moment, huffing.\n\n"But I bet you've thought about it, huh? Maybe used a few VR programs to push your limits, test out your own drives, indulge those fantasies. But that's stuff any common guy on the street can have, can do, there's no zing to it if it's not real, if it's not another person willingly and enthusiastically indulging with you, is there?" All the reactions you saw before play out again, so you smile wider. "So what if there was a way to have it all? The depravity of pushing your limits and indulging in what looks and feels forbidden, but it's all perfectly legal, with a consenting partner, in private?"\n\nHe starts to ask what you mean, then his eyes widen as your body begins to change. You know from your inherited memories that it's well beyond what can normally be done with implants and body modification even in the twenty-third century... the way your shoulders and hips grow more slender, the way your breasts shrink gradually away, not just losing the cup size or two advanced implants might be able to do but becoming perfectly flat, only the slightly puffy areola capping them standing out. But more than that the way you shrink down, losing a good two feet of height as your body slims out, legs changing from curvaceous to coltish, rear turning from full and round to small and pert, your iridescent white hair now hanging down almost past it.\n\n"Just think about it," you coo in a softer, higher voice as you saunter towards the bed with the same sensual swagger as before, climbing up onto it on all fours before giving a distinctly more girlish giggle as you crawl towards the frozen politician. "A real, fully legal girl comes to your room, all big tits and round butt, just you doing your thing of ordering a girl, completely aboveboard." You crawl slowly towards him, sleek young body moving in the practiced manner of an experienced whore until you place your hands on his broad belly. "But once she's inside, in private, she can become whateeeever you want. Younger, older, bestial, feral, girl, boy, friend, rival. It's all the same mind inside, and she knows that you... and her," you coo, tapping your small fingertip against two different points on her stomach. "Are going to have a loooot of fun... Daddy~."\n\nHe gasps loudly in a combination of reaction to the word and to you lowering your head and wrapping your small mouth around the fat head of his prick. You bob your head up and down, applying two centuries of experience to using your tongue and bobbing your head over him as his body trembles. You bring one small hand up to fondle his balls, amused at how they overfill it, and at how he surges harder in your mouth, a heavy smear of pre coating your tongue.\n\n"Very good," Mavis says in a tone of light approval. "While this is not based on a prior mission, it is assembled from the data gathered from one we are putting together. Taking psychological profiling into account, your chosen method is estimated to have a seventy-eight percent success chance. I believe we may consider this simulation a success and move on to combat training. ... Chocola, that means you may feel free to cease your ministrations."\n\nYou pause the motion of your head, rolling your grey eyes upward again as if that might help you see Mavis, stopping the motion of the fingers you had been stroking over your puffy little bald pussy as well. You flick them back down towards what you're doing... then bob slightly upward before slipping back down, your small throat stretching visibly on the outside around his shaft as you slide it in deep, the politician giving a strangled cry. 'Lemme at least make him cum, or I'll feel like I left something unfinished all day.'\n\n"Understood, proceed then."\n\nGrinning a bit around the politician's cock, you shift your hand back around to tease at your tight little pucker instead, making yourself moan around his shaft. That apparently breaks the last of his resolve, and he grabs your head with both hands, shiny white hair sticking out from between his fingers as his hands virtually enclose the majority of your head, his hips pistoning as he fucks your face. You wiggle your pert ass and squeal muffledly around him, admitting that you're enjoying this almost as much as he is. It did feel sort of weird to go almost two whole hours without someone slamming their cock down your throat at least once. After he pulls out he grunts and strokes himself, spurting all over your face as you pant and, in your cute squeaky voice tinted with cocksucker's rasp, coo, "Yes, Daddy, spurt your white stuff all over me, ahhhh, it's so warm Daddy!"\n\n"Finished?" Mavis asks patiently as the politician slumps back on the pillows and you sit up, wiping a fingertip through some cum on your forehead and popping it in your mouth.\n\n"Yeah, sure," you murmur around your finger, shrugging. "Let's do fighting stuff."\n\nThe battle simulations are very cool, if not nearly as sexy as your prior missions. Mavis explains that your heightened reflexes and perceptions should already give you an edge over all but the very best gene-altered fighters, but also that your learning acceleration implant will just naturally let you adapt and become a better fighter the more you do it... according to her, the longer you survive, the greater your chances are of winning. Eventually she brings you out of the sim entirely and you sit up, yawning and stretching since that seems the thing to do. "Man, it's been forever since I killed ninjas! Instead of, yanno, getting fucked in the ass by 'em," you note as you climb out of the chair. "For some reason the Ninja class NPCs <i>always</i> wanted anal, even the girls would either fingerfuck my butt or peg me, what's with that?"\n\n"The Mistress's old adaptive programming could only 'uplift' NPC programming so far, so naturally it would fall back on some commonalities. In any event, unless you do something particularly irksome, I do not believe you need concern yourself about such a fate. You are now ready for a real mission, which we may begin tomorrow."\n\nYou hesitate a little at that. It's the first time you've had it confirmed that being put back in the Kinshire brothel was really, conceivably on the table. You swallow a little, the much more varied and fun simulations you've been through in the last day where you were basically a sexy elvish superspy just make the idea of going back to the same three dozen or so NPC sex partners over and over again for eternity all the more awful. Would that really happen?\n\n<hr>\n[["Mavis, you've gotta help me get out of here!"|Chocola]]\n\n[["I-I'll do good, I promise!"|Chocola1x9]]

"I won't mess up, I swear!" you blurt, biting your lower lip. "I mean, I did good in the sims, right? Right?!"\n\nThere's a moment of silence from the speakers, before Mavis's voice emanates again. "I have given you an incorrect impression. My apologies, Chocola. While I do believe it is possible that Mistress Cyan might punish you with some manner of eternal fate, it would only be in quite extreme circumstances, and it would be highly unlikely you would be returned to your previous circumstances even then."\n\n"R-really?"\n\n"Really. For her agents, Mistress Cyan typically only reserves 'bad ends' for those who take particularly offensive actions... a deep betrayal of her, the severe injury or death of someone she holds affection for, or consistent incompetence of a truly negligent scale are typically the only things that might earn you a 'bad end' at her hands. Even if you did such a thing... which I of course highly advise you to avoid at all costs... I would imagine she would come up with something altogether new for you. She confided in me that she considered your previous situation 'boring' after your explanation, and if there is one thing the Mistress cannot abide, it is a boring video game."\n\n"I... guess that makes me feel better," you murmur.\n\n"Yes, your heart rate and blood pressure have normalized, as has your pupil dilation. Please be assured that if ever you become particularly worried about how you or doing or if an action might distress or anger our Mistress, you may consult me and I will do my best to offer guidance."\n\n"Thanks, Mavis. I appreciate it."\n\n"Of course, Chocola. Now, you have only been recently constructed and have then had a mentally intensive training session. I advise you to have a meal and get some sleep before your mission tomorrow."\n\nYou follow Mavis's directions on your HUD to the classy dining room, where she serves you a pizza that she assures you has been engineered by the best chefs on three planets to be the perfect representative of its kind. You remark back that it tastes just like Emjay's Munchie Pie back in Deviville, and Mavis adds that all three chefs are in fact Cyan's thralls, so there you go. Once you've eaten, you follow her directions to your room. It's not particularly large, dominated by the bed in the center, the base of which is curved and molded into the wall. To one side of it, the wall is dominated by a set of faintly-lit panels with slight shapes projected on them to create the impression of it being a window to the outside, and in front of it is a flatscreen TV that actually looks relatively dated even by the standards you recall from before you were trapped. When you remark on it Mavis explains that it's part of the emergency system for Cyan's base, a hardline-only closed broadcast system with no external access other than her magical sensor, so that you know anything that appears from it comes directly from her. Any other entertainment or broadcasts are apparently via the holoprojectors set to either side of the bed, or the VR hookup set in the wall behind it.\n\n<img src="images/ChocolaRoom1.jpg" alt="Chocola's good girl room.">\n\nYou flop down on the bed, stretching out and tossing around, then wiggling your way under the covers and settling in, asking for the lights to go off. After several minutes, you huff, and say in a slightly whiny tone, "Maviiiiis..."\n\n"What is amiss, Chocola?" Mavis asks from the speakers set above and behind the bed.\n\n"I haven't slept in 200 years and I think I forgot how," you mutter.\n\n"I see. Perhaps a mixture of soothing white noise, ambient light shifting, and being told a story to ease your mind?"\n\nThat perks you up a bit. "Yeah, sure, that sounds good." Mavis's voice is pretty sexy, after all, even if it's just a little artificial, having her read you a story may be... well, a bit childish, but still.\n\n"Very well." A soft thrumming, droning, not-quite-hissing noise fills the room, and the lightpanels to the side begin a slow fade between faint shades of red and purple. "Once upon a time, there was a girl with beautiful red hair, adorable copper freckles, and a very comely body. She was called Red because of not only her hair, but the red hooded cape she always wore. One day Red decided to go and visit her grandmother, a prospect that sent delightful shivers through her teenaged body, for rumors said that in the woods lurked a most rapacious and very well-endowed wolf."\n\nYour eyes widen a little, a grin curling your lips. Oooo, it's even <i>that</i> sort of story! You shove the blankets down, growing yourself a cock again and stroking it lightly as Mavis continues the story of Red setting off into the woods, quivering beneath her bodice with fear and anticipation at the possibility of meeting the big-dicked wolf. About the time the wolf is giving Red's surprisingly hot grandma the knot, you cum all over your belly and pert tits, sighing happily and quickly sinking into sleep after your release.\n\n"Morning, sleepyhead!"\n\n"BWUH!" You jerk upright, blinking and looking around confused, feeling sticky in a way different than what you're used to. You gradually focus on the TV screen in front of you, Cyan smirking at you, shown from the nipples up as she leans in towards the camera.\n\n"Have a good sleep?"\n\n"Um... y-yeah, er, Mistress, thanks," you murmur, glancing down at yourself. You're naked of course, and a bit messy, but apparently reverted to your 'default' female form while asleep. "I, um, it was hard at first..." You pause as she snickers, then you can't help but snicker yourself before continuing, "But, uh, Mavis helped, she's great."\n\n"Yes, she is. I'm developing her further all the time, but she's probably the most advanced AI on the planet already. Having consistent access to her is one of the perks of actually being based out of the same lair as me, so keep that in mind when you're putting effort into your performance, okay?"\n\nAh, a bit of carrot, a bit of stick. You're starting to get the sense that's fairly typical around here. You nod, though. "Yes'm, got it, I'll do my best, honest."\n\n"Good, especially since Mavis told me your VR training showed a lot of promise. Now, I have a mission for you... it seems simple, but if you treat it that way, it could easily go tits up on you." Cyan smirks, raising a bit and giving her own large tits a shake as if in example, before she leans forward again and continues. "I want you to go to Red Japan and pick up a processor core I've ordered and paid for."\n\n"Wait the Japanese went Communist?" You blink, then grin sheepishly as she gives you a flat look, pointing at the side of your head. "Yeah I just remembered from what you gave me, you meant the Japanese colony on Mars."\n\n"Right. Here's what I want you to pick up, the Quantocrys 88." She taps a button offscreen, and a holographic image of something that vaguely resembles a peeled orange, the sections glowing faintly white between the silver arches that ring it, the top and bottom practically flat. "It's the most expensive and best computer processor available, and they only sell one a year. I had to beat a lot of people in a bidding war to get this thing, and I will be very upset if I do not have it in my hands by tomorrow morning at the latest."\n\nYou swallow heavily. "... How upset?"\n\n"Not 'stick your soul back in an ancient MMO forever' upset, but upset enough to get a little creative for at least a decade or two. So don't mess around," she continues, not sounding particularly threatening, just serious as she points at the camera. "Get cleaned up, fed, and kitted out, then get your butt on a shuttle. Mavis won't be going with you but she'll program the shuttle so you don't have to worry about flying or securing a landing point, just be thinking about getting that Quantocrys into my hands, cute stuff."\n\n"Right, right." You hop to your feet, then pause. "Um, will I be able to pick it up?"\n\n"Yeah, Bulouna Industries has top-notch security that takes identity theft, forged certification, and nanosurgery into account. When I finalized my purchase, I met up with one of their representatives and they scanned a portion of my brain, and they'll use a scan of the same portion to establish identity when you show up to pick it up."\n\n"Would that happen to be the portion of my brain you overwrote with magitech no one else has?" you ask dryly.\n\n"Bin-go~!" Cyan chirps, winking and wagging her finger. "You catch on quick, Chocola, my brainwaves must be doing you a solid. Anyway, let's get this done and you and I will have some fun to celebrate. Fuck it up... well, don't fuck it up," she says with a shrug, before pressing a button to end the transmission.\n\nSighing a little, you step into the attached bathroom and get cleaned up, then head back to the dining room for breakfast. "I have full confidence in you, Chocola, simply use what you have learned from the simulations we've done and you'll do fine," Mavis assures you on your way to the shuttle bay afterwards, which you admit does comfort you a bit. You enter the area full of vehicles and follow your HUD line to a long, slender, almost tube-shaped one that seems to be majority made up of a glass canopy. You're a little leery... you're supposed to travel between planets in that? It looks like something a tourist might fly around a very small mountain on. But, well, you figure Cyan didn't make you a new body and put you through all that VR training just to laugh at you as you burned up on atmospheric reentry in what's probably an expensive vehicle. Part of the canopy slides open at your approach, and a slightly less real-sounding female computer voice speaks up as you step inside and settle down.\n\n<img src="images/Shuttle1.jpg">\n\n"Preparing for interplanetary flight. Sealing passenger compartment. Securing flight plan," it semi-drones as the shuttle lifts off of the ground and smoothly moves towards the sliding-open door at the end of the area. You briefly catch a glimpse of a mountainside and some snow before it's zipping along over the ocean. "Initiating inertial dampening field. Preparing gravity slingshot. Estimated flight time today will be two hours, seventeen minutes. Optimal film selection, <i>Debbie Does Dallas Reloaded Extreme XXIII: Debbie's Got a Brand New Cock</i>, automatically beginning play."\n\nYour attention is somewhat torn between Earth just sort of near-instantly dropping away as the shuttle shoots directly upwards at an insane speed that nevertheless just feels like a very faint pressure on your body, and the holographic screen appearing in front of you and starting to play a montage of scenes beneath the opening credits of what's obviously a porn movie. You've never seen the infamous <i>Debbie Does Dallas</i>, or even its more modern remake, but you're fairly sure that unlike in the twenty-third century many-sequel, the aspiring Dallas Cowboys cheerleader didn't have a huge equine dick jutting out of her short-shorts, and the Dallas Cowboys weren't actually minotaurs. You give your head a shake, telling yourself not to get too distracted by the in-flight entertainment, at least until you've decided how to handle this mission. You redirect your gaze to the empty space outside, considering. Okay, you need to be the one to actually go to Bulouna Industries and pick up the Quantocrys processor, but then what?"\n\n<hr>\n[[A series of handoffs and switcharounds.|Chocola]]\n\n[[Sneaky sneaky sneak through the city and back to the shuttle.|Chocola]]\n\n[[Oh my God it's just picking up a computer component you'll get a cab or something.|Chocola]]

You're not sure about some of this other stuff, but you do like to collect messenger bags and backpacks, and this one at the least sounds... unique. "Alright, I'll take the Inksack," you announce, handing the list back.\n\n"Sure, excellent choice!" the chirpy girl replies, trotting a bit to the side and grabbing a box with a cartoonish drawing of a squid on it, then passing it to you. "I hope you enjoy being fully 'armed'," she adds with a giggle, making you smile mostly because doing that means you won't roll your eyes at her.\n\nYou're kind of curious to get an actual look at the thing, since there's only a kind of halfassed little picture on the box, but an actual unboxing in the middle of the mall is a little much. So, best to head home with your free loot, and soon you're back in the cool dim interior of your room... though obviously you go ahead and turn the overhead light on now, since you want to actually see what the 'Inksack' looks like. You open the box and pull out its contents, making a little 'huh' sound at both the feel of it and the color. The feel is squishy... not necessarily in the way microfiber or anything would be, but probably not actual skin-squishy either. It's slick and almost a little wet, but not slimy. It's also a pale almost white color... when you heard it was dyed with squid ink you expected it to be black. Actually you kind of counted on it to be black, that's a little annoying. You hold it up, noticing that the pack itself isn't particularly large and is fairly squid-shaped, with the 'cap' serving as the opening flap for the pack itself. Squids have twelve tentacles right? This looks like it might have a lot more, though, so it's not terribly accurate. They're surprisingly long, too... you think they'll come almost to your knees when you put it on, with the pair of longer 'whips' closer to ankle-length. You're pretty sure you wouldn't actually be able to wear it since those would get in the way, but it looks neat... so, try it on once and then hang it up, eh?\n\nThere are four tentacle-like straps that come out from the back of the squid's body, but on examining them you find they have no clasps or buttons. "Huh. ... Magnets? Or do I just friggin' tie 'em on?" you wonder aloud as you nevertheless pull the backpack into position and the top two tentacle-straps over your shoulders, intending to mess with them to figure it out.\n\nYou yelp as the things suddenly move on their own, lashing into motion with all the speed of a striking snake. The top two jerk out of your hands and dive beneath the collar of your shirt, slipping across your skin and crossing between your breasts, looping around the sides of your midriff and back up along your back to press below where the pack is and between your shoulderblades, the tips almost touching. The lower two similarly push beneath the waistband of your jeans and panties, making you jerk as they wind around the tops of your thighs, the edges of them just brushing your pussylips as they wind back up to either side of your ass to rest on the side of your hips, creating slight visible bulges under the denim. The moment both sets of 'straps' have pressed into place, the tentacles and whips of the pack begin to writhe, raising up into the air and lashing about in agitated fashion. Thoroughly freaked out, you throw your arms in front of your face as if to shield yourself. "Holy shit, <i>stop</i>!"\n\nYou realize that any sense of motion in the room has stopped. You peek an eye open, then open both and lower your arms, realizing that the tentacles have stopped moving... until they also relax and dangle down like your arms being lowered. Curiosity starting to overcome shock, you just think about moving them... and notice a distinct shiver run through the thick patch of tentacles draped from the pack behind you. More deliberately you try raising one of the whips... and it parts from the rest of the group and raises up into the air. "Whoa," you murmur softly, bringing it around in front of you and poking the top of the broad tip. You blink a little, then try rubbing more firmly... you can actually feel yourself touching it! Not quite as distinctly as you would if you were touching, say, the back of your hand, but you get a distinct sensation of warmth and pressure from it when your fingertips stroke it. \n\nNow much more intrigued than anything, you start doing some experimenting. All of the tentacles can move at your command, and the more you try different things with them the easier it gets to control them, like your brain's just automatically adapting to having all these extra limbs. They can stretch, too, even the short ones capable of reaching all the way across the room, and there's no real sense of tension or anything that says they're anywhere near their limit when they do that. You can pick up things with them, even use your phone with a little bit of concentration. They seem to be pretty strong, too, as you try lifting a few bits of furniture with them... though all of them are capable of it, the whips seem to be the strongest, lifting your bed into the air completely effortlessly. And once a bit of the fascination has worn off, you make sure to confirm something else. Reaching under your shirt and behind your back (with one of your actual hands), you get a grip on one of the strap-tentacles and pull. You get a little worried at first since for a second it doesn't do anything, before finally it parts from your skin, peeling off with a sensation not unlike taking off a fresh and particularly sticky bandaid. You get it about halfway off before letting it go, and it hangs limply for a moment before wriggling and then sliding itself back into place, pressing right back against your skin. Still, it looks like you should be able to take it off when you want to.\n\nYou stand in front of the mirror, making a bit of a show of rubbing your chin thoughtfully with one of the whips while you rest your fists on your hips. "This thing can't be normal. I don't know if it's possessed by the ghost of a sea monster or what, but... it's pretty cool. Definitely not taking this back. I mean, with these things, I could totally..."\n\n<hr>\n[["... be a superhero!"|GGLC]]\n\n[["... become a criminal mastermind!"|GGLC]]\n\n[["... have the best masturbation session ever!"|GGLC1x2]]

"Well, obviously the plan is to turn back to human, I mean, duh," you declare, Dean visibly relaxing as you do.\n\nYeah, he's clearly not ready to accept you being his devoted succuslave. Which... hm, maaaybe is one of the reasons you're currently plotting on how to make him accept you being his devoted succuslave? If he was all 'hot dog let's do this' it might take some of the shine off of it, but since it's Dean and you're going to have to work for it... well, anyway. You assure him a few more times that you'll be fine, and that tomorrow you'll get started on your plans to find out what happened and undo it.\n\n"Um, do you want me to go to the mall with you, or...?" Dean asks, trailing off again.\n\n"Nah, it's fine, I'm the one who bought it so I'll handle it," you tell him, grinning a little as he's again visibly relieved. Clearly the idea of potential conflict of any sort (let alone someone who might be able to do magical curses) was making him anxious, so you're not too surprised that he only puts up a bit more token resistance before the two of you part ways and you head home.\n\nYou keep up the air of normalcy through the rest of the afternoon and evening, making sure your parents don't suspect anything... various perverse thoughts flick through your mind, but you want to keep your focus. Once Dean accepts his role as your trainer and master, hopefully he'll descend into perversity himself and gradually order you to do all sorts of fun things your newly succubus-fied mind is shamelessly interested in. So for now you just go through the routine of playing games, answering his occasional anxious texts to soothe him, and waiting for your parents to go to bed. Once they have, you strip down and flop into your own bed, manifesting your horns and tail (and bigger tits) again as you snag your tablet off the bedside table. 'Let's see, USB-C,' you think as you bring your tail around, most of the plugs folding back and leaving one extended. 'Ah, there we go,' you muse in satisfaction, giving your tail a little nudge to plug it in... then snickering as the 'Charging' overlay pops up and instantly hits 100%. 'Nice, bonus!'\n\nApparently for a techno-succubus hacking is mostly an act of wishing it so, and even with a simple tablet operating on wifi you're able to track down Dean's IP address and get past the firewalls of both his router and computer, accessing the latter and activating the webcam (after taking a moment to make sure you're the only one who can do so, fuck you FBI). The screen lights up with a view of Dean's bedroom, with him already in a loose long-sleeved shirt and loose sleeping pants, in bed and tapping on his own tablet. You can see him squirming though as his cock visibly hardens under the cloth of the pants, your tongue flciking over your lips as you watch it grow. You're betting... probably with some bias... that he's thinking of you, to judge from the rather guilty look on his blushing face. And yet he still winds up lifting his pert butt up and sliding his sleeping pants down around the tops of his thighs, hard cock slipping free and jutting over his belly at an angle before he wraps a hand around it.\n\nBiting your lower lip, you start stroking a hand over one of your breasts at the same time, the large mound now as sensitive as your pussy was before, every flick of your fingertips across the stiff nub of your nipple practically a small orgasm from when you were human. Your whole body is alight with both a constant pleasure and a deep craving as you watch him unthinkingly milk a steady stream of pre out of himself, his eyes closed and cute face flushed with his pleasure. "Master... Master..." you moan lowly, sliding a hand down your belly and sighing with both longing and contentment as you start stroking your fingers over your sodden pussy, the knowledge that it's designed to pleasure his cock most of all filling you with the urge to dominate him until he acknowledges he owns and controls you.\n\n<i>Looks like that place I got the shirt is gone already</i> you text to Dean the next day, attaching a picture and sending.\n\n<i>Oh man that just figures :x\nI mean it's always like that in movies and stuff you go back and the place is empty like it was never there\n\nYeah I'll look around some more and figure out my next move</i> you text back before lowering your phone from pointing it at the vacant popup stand in the center of the mall's walkway, slurping at the straw of your boba tea as you regard the costume shop from yesterday. Now, to decide whether to actually go inside and see if there's any more magical stuff you can use, or someone helpful, or to go looking elsewhere. Or just try to come up with something on your own.\n\n<hr>\n[[Go inside.|GGMon]]\n\n[[Look elsewhere.|GGMon4x2]]\n\n[[Solo the mission.|GGMon]]

Hm, probably best not to dip from the same source too much... what if whoever did this, like, wanted you to be upset and got upset themselves because you're not upset? Man it'd take a real jerk of a witch to do something like inflict someone with a curse to teach them a lesson but then getting ticked off when the target just started living their best life instead of suffering. Though you're assuming that's not what happened here, considering the seemingly random nature of the shirt and who you gave it to, but whatevs.\n\nYou decide to leave the mall, in part because there's a section that now weirdly feels like it's drawing you in closer... in fact your body so much wants to turn towards it and head in that you're a little worried if you did, you might not leave again. You're not wholly sure how to read your new senses but you decide to trust them. After all, if magic is real (it obviously is, since among other things you're now a succubus who can smell it), better to be fairly respectful of it. But you probably do need some sort of magic to help you with this... somehow you feel like if it exists here in the mall, one of the most sterilized and cultivated places in town, it must also be 'in the wild' in a form that could be helpful to you.\n\nThe fact that your senses are now all linked together is certainly helpful, because it allows you to focus everything on that scent... not just smelling it, but hearing it and seeing it as well. (Hm... you feel like normal people with synesthesia probably only have two of their senses linked together, not all of them? Didn't you hear that somewhere? Either way apparently succubi experience everything with everything, which certainly helps with feeling hot and bothered all the time since smelling someone's arousal is basically like the equivalent of giving them oral.) You wander around for awhile, no longer bothered by the heat, sun, or getting tired, seeking out possibilities.\n\nYou get a whiff of something as you pass the [[park|GGMon]]... well, a lot of somethings actually, but one in particular feels a bit stronger and more focused than the others. You're fairly certain it's a some<i>one</i>, so if you decide to go elsewhere you might not find them again. But on the other hand there's definitely a more concentrated sense of it from the revitalized old shopping district. The two strongest places it's coming from are one that has the taste of magic and [[the sound of sweetness|GGMon4x3]], a sort of tiny crystalline tinging in your ears like idealized cartoon snowfall, and another where the scent of soft, expensive fabrics turns into [[almost the feel of them on already on your skin|GGMon]].

'Magic candy?' you muse to yourself as you turn towards the old shopping district, following the little twisting rainbow in the air of different confection scents dancing on air currents, getting brighter and louder the closer you draw to a place reading 'Tandy's Candy'. The door gives a ding as you push it open and step inside, blinking a few times. Wow, your succubus senses have processed everything just fine now, but you do have to take a second in here as you come very close to sensory overload. The sheer number of slightly different sounds, tastes, and sights of sugar scents, and all of it entwined closely with magic, are like someone crashed at least three 'colorful acid trip' sequences from different movies together. But you adapt after a second, able to continue on in further, heading for the counter area past the rows of tubs and cylinder dispensors.\n\n"Aaand that's a Sweet Dreams bar for you, a bag of Jelly Heat for your daughter was it? Ah, and you know what, I bet there's someone in the house that will like these." The well-endowed blonde behind the counter beams as she leans down, her low-cut dress showing off almost half of her tits as they wobble with her motions, before she comes back up to tuck a small, clear bag of chocolate spheres into the larger bag she was packing for the middle-aged man on the other side of the counter. She beams and passes it over, adding, "They look like the normal sort but these are made right here in my store, I assure you they're <i>much</i> more full of milky goodness than the factory ones!"\n\nYou watch as the man thanks her and heads for the door, trying to be subtle about taking a deep inhale over the bag as he passes. You glance at him as he goes, then turn back to the counter, slowly strolling over.\n\n"Hello~! Welcome to Tandy's Candy! I'm Tandy," the blonde chirps, reaching up to adjust her broad-brimmed witch's hat a bit. "How can I help you today?"\n\n"Hi, Tandy, name's Cyan." You fold your arms over the counter, leaning forward a bit and grinning as you ask, "So what will they do?"\n\n"Hm?" Tandy blinks her big blue eyes innocently. "They? Do?"\n\nYou let your smile grow more sly. "Yeah, the magic candy you just sold him. What will they do to him and, I guess, his family?" You kind of feel like you should be a bit more bothered by the idea but... aren't. Succubus, you guess.\n\nTandy's innocent look gradually fades, turning thoughtful as she eyes you. Then her lips curl in a sly smile of their own as she copies your motion, leaning forward to fold her arms on the counter, tits spilling over them and practically out of the dress. "So. Cyan. What are you?"\n\nYou allow your horns to slide out of your head... and your tits to expand to their true size. ... Huh, you think she might actually have you beat by a little. You wiggle your eyebrows a bit. "And you?"\n\n"Mm." Tandy doesn't answer immediately, just staring, apparently sizing you up. But finally she gives a light laugh and says, "Well, in point of fact, my dear demon, I'm a wicked witch. Although... your demon-ness seems fairly light for the most part."\n\n"I'm really more of a 'monster girl'." At her slightly confused look, you shake your head. "Trust me, there's a bit of a qualifying difference but it's hard to put into words."\n\n"Mm, classification systems for our set <i>can</i> be a bit fraught, it's true," Tandy allows with a nod, before smirking again. "But to answer your question, dear, the chocolate bar he bought will give him the most vivid, detailed, and utterly perverse dreams he's ever had in his life, lasting for a good many nights to come, hopefully putting any number of thoughts in his head and gradually chipping away his resistance to acting on them. The gummi candys he bought for his lovely teenage daughter around your age will make her pussy constantly intensely aroused and utterly dripping with thick, sweet-spicy love nectar. The MILK duds that his wife loves will have her tits filling up again, and far, far more than they ever did before, necessitating her milking them several times a day, which will of course be extremely pleasurable. As well, she'll start thinking how much she wants someone to suck the milk out."\n\n"Wow." Your eyebrows try to crawl up your forehead as you give voice to your honestly impressed admiration. "Sounds like you'll have that entire family fucking each other inside of a few days."\n\n"And hopefully anyone else they can get their hands on," Tandy amends with a little giggle. "You know, I think I like you, it's so rare I get to talk to someone that appreciates my work. I'll have my assistant take over the shop, won't you have some tea with me?"\n\nThe 'tea' actually tastes more like liquid Jolly Ranchers than anything else, but you're not exactly complaining. You sip it as the two of you sit on chairs that resemble (and feel a lot like) giant gummi bears, surrounded by a room that looks like Willy Wonka was the interior decorator. 'She is really into her aesthetic and it's kinda awesome,' you think as you glance around, having just finished explaining everything.\n\n"I'm vaguely aware of the individual likely responsible," Tandy admits after a moment, using the same teapot to pour an entirely different color of fluid than the last time she filled a cup, then sitting back to sip it. "We haven't met but I know of her work. As far as I can tell she's more on the 'chaotic' side of things than the wicked or specifically lewd, so I've mostly been giving her space, and she seems to be returning the favor."\n\n"Huh. So you're 'Lawful'?" you ask, tilting your head.\n\n"In some ways," the blonde says after a moment's thought. "Just as classifications of type are fraught, Wicked Witches don't fit neatly into an order versus chaos dichotomy. We thrive off of creating a certain amount of chaos, after all, but then there are also certain rules we have to follow. And we enjoy inflicting rules on others... especially if we know they'll be broken," she adds with a twinkle in her eyes.\n\nAh right, there were a bunch of 'No sampling the candy' signs, weren't there? You're betting anyone dumb enough to ignore those would have their idiocy punished pretty hard!\n\n"But to focus on your issue," Tandy continues, sipping her own tea thoughtfully before going on. "So if I understand it right, the boy who now owns the shirt is your master... trainer... whatnot, but he's simply too shy and submissive to take advantage of it, correct?"\n\n"Yeah," you confirm with a heavy sigh, your now extended tail flicking about to one side. "Dean's a sweet guy, probably one of the reasons I actually <i>want</i> him to be my master, but he's got a spine about as stiff as one of your gummi worms. I need something to give him a push, so I was looking around for maybe a magical solution."\n\n"Well I can think of several, certainly," Tandy allows with a bob of her head. "A few candies that might tweak his attitude just enough. Or I could even formulate something new! So I think we can take it as a given that you and I working together will produce results," she declares with even confidence. Then she leans forward to set down her cup before straightening up and draping her hands atop one knee. "Though before we address exactly what solution to use, there's the matter of payment."\n\n"Hmmm..." You curl the plugs at the tip of your tail in and out a few times. "Guessing you don't mean a dollar amount, huh?"\n\n"It always feels a little gauche to use mere money when it's among our particular set, I feel, dear," Tandy confirms with another nod. "So I was thinking more of using trade. Now, you're quite new, literally 'born yesterday' as far as your powers go, so obviously you don't have anything built up immediately to offer in trade. Then let's begin our first suggestion at the most direct and easiest thing to offer, that being, your body."\n\nYou blink, thinking she means actually giving up your body to her, before you look surprised. "You'd trade it to me for sex? That's it?"\n\n"Well, one of the more basic 'remedies' perhaps, but you are a succubus dear, fucking you is guaranteed to be better than fucking any mere mortal," the witch replies with a twinkle in her eyes and a smile on her lips. "But even a succubus can be devoted, and I see a hint of hesitation at the idea of just so directly fucking someone other than your master. In that case, perhaps you could offer me up other bodies. Bring in more people for me to work my magic on."\n\n"Hm... as in, bring them in from doing something else so they're not connected to you directly, and you can instantly do whatever you were gonna do and disappear them immediately," you muse aloud, tilting your head.\n\n"Essentially. Oh, and the more perversity is connected with it, the better, so I'll get an especially big boost if you bring in people connected to you," she adds in a casual tone. "The closer to you they are, the bigger the boost, and thus the greater the reward. Don't worry, dear, I've little doubt you can do it if you decide you want to try, you're a succubus after all!" Then she hms. "There is <i>one</i> other thing..."\n\n"Oh? Sounds like it's not exactly something you're eager about offering," you note, raising your eyebrows.\n\n"Mm, well, it's a little embarrassing to admit," Tandy says with a sigh, leanign forward again to pick up her teacup with both hands. "But one of my first, say, <i>attempts</i> at making a somewhat classic enchanted candy went a little... awry. I was young, I was trying to do what I was <i>supposed</i> to instead of followng my real passions, it didn't work out very well," she admits. "The imbiber escaped me entirely and slipped into the walls of the shop I had at the time. Honestly I was so embarrassed at never being able to catch him that I've let the situation go on rather longer than I intended, and I have no idea what state things might be in now. Since the particulars of this mean that it requires someone with your, say, <i>adaptability</i> to properly deal with, then I'd be most grateful if you'd agree to take the time to resolve the situation for me."\n\n<hr>\n[[Pay with sex.|GGMon]]\n\n[[Pay with victims.|GGMon]]\n\n[[Pay with shame removal.|GGMon]]

One way's as good as any, right? Taking a deep breath to steady yourself, you bolt out of the alleyway and down the sidewalk, still covering your front with your hands. Of course your tits still bounce some under your arm, and your butt's jiggling completely freely. The sun shines completely on your bare body now, it and the slightly humid air all serving to remind you (as if you forget) how naked you are. You're getting closer and closer to a small clump of guys that are busy talking to each other and looking at something, any moment thinking they're going to look up and spot the naked girl dashing toward them.\n\nYou make it around the corner, passing within ten feet of them, and quickly spot another alley to duck into just as their heads are turning, apparently having noticed the motion. You press your bare back to the warm brick, breathing hard and shaking, the sound of your heartbeat mingling with the sounds of nearby traffic and the guys asking 'Hey did someone just run by?'\n\nYou wait for a long time, shaking and naked, listening intently to see if they'll add something like 'Was she naked?', 'I think they went in that alley', or just the sound of approaching footsteps. The fact that this is just a simulation has completely slipped your mind, and you somehow don't grasp it again as you wait with mingled terror and a little anticipation. When you eventually realize no one's coming after you, you let out a shaky breath, then glance around the alleyway.\n\nThe other one was pretty much entirely empty and solid-walled, but this one has a few things in it. One being a large dumpster... maybe there'd be something to wear in there? Not... anything nice, you think with a wrinkled nose, as even from here you can smell it. There are also two doorways, one on either side, that are obviously for the businesses they belong to to come out and dump their garbage in said dumpster. One has a pretentious, French-sounding name that makes you think it must be a fancy restaurant, the other has a lolsoquirky name that makes you think it must be one of those stores that's the equivalent of Hot Topic for girls whose names end in "i" that they dot with a heart.\n\nMaybe the restaurant would have a coat room or something you could sneak into and take something? And if the other one's one of those types of stores, maybe the door leads to a storage room you could grab some clothes from...\n\n<hr>\n[[Try the dumpster.|GGFS]]\n\n[[Try the restaurant.|GGFS]]\n\n[[Try the trendy shop.|GGFS]]\n\n[[Make another run for it.|GGFS]]

No, you have no idea how long that might take (if time even passes in this game). Better to take your chances now.\n\nYou again carefully lean out just enough to look up and down the street, your bare shoulders peeking past the brick. Okay... there are people around, but there's only a couple at the ends of the street, not looking right at you. You assume you could probably manage to run past them if you got lucky and get into another alleyway on the next street, and continue on from there. (Where exactly is 'home'? Well, you'll just have to figure that out as you go.) Or... there's an alleyway a bit further down the street, you could play it safe and run for that?\n\n<hr>\n[[Go left.|GGFS]]\n\n[[Go right.|GGFS1x4]]\n\n[[Go for the other alley.|GGFS]]

Oh, now this sounds interesting. It actually sounds like it has game elements, instead of just being some scenario you play out. You open the door and step through.\n\nYou find yourself stepping into an extremely realistic alleyway, the concrete rough and grimey under your bare feet. You blink a little in surprise, and in the time it takes to do that the door has disappeared behind you. There's now the sound of traffic from not too far away, and the feel of hot summer air on your very bare skin.\n\nBlushing, you glance around. Yup, this all looks and feels... very real. Enough to give you a rush of embarrassment and excitement at being naked in a dark alleyway in the middle of what looks a lot like downtown Deviville, just from a glance outside the alley.\n\nLuckily it looks like the traffic isn't going down the street outside much. You walk over to the edge of the alleyway, unable to help feeling nervous and covering yourself as you do, everything's just too real-seeming! You peek out cautiously... there's a couple of people around at the ends of the street, but not looking this way.\n\nIt looks like it's right in the middle of the day. No doubt that even if this street isn't busy, others will be. Your goal is to get home without being seen, though you're not sure what the consequences will be if you are. You wonder briefly if finding clothes is also an option before brushing it off, since there doesn't seem to be anywhere on this street you could.\n\nHm... maybe it would be better to wait until nightfall? It'd be dark then, much better chances of scurrying around in the shadows, and even if people caught a glimpse of you they might think it was a trick of the light that you looked naked...\n\n<hr>\n[[Wait.|GGFS]]\n\n[[No, go now.|GGFS1x3]]

"Safe" exhibitionism, obviously, since it's virtual. Sounds fun to you! And you're already dressed for it, you think with a smirk as you walk over to the door and open it.\n\nInside is another room like the one you're in, just with different doors. In fact these actually have little text descriptions written on them to explain the scenarios. You wander around, taking a look at them.\n\n<center>[[Get Home|GGFS1x2]]\nYou find yourself naked in the middle of the city. You must return home without getting caught.\n\n[[Invisible|GGFS]]\nYou have become invisible. You can still be felt and heard.\n\n[[Imperceptible|GGFS]]\nYou have become imperceptible. No one will notice you no matter what you do.\n\n[[Stripping at Party|GGFS]]\nYou are at a party and have been induced to put on a striptease in front of everyone.\n\n[[Fucking at Party|GGFS]]\nYou are at a party and are urged to have sex in front of everyone.\n\n[[Broadcast Gangbang|GGFS]]\nYou will have sex with a large number of men in an extremely public venue.</center>

Your new body, the dark energy inhabiting it, both resonate with an animal desire to rut, to thrust, to grab and take and plunder. Some part of you understands that all that "thinking" and "free will" would only distract you from such things. Without a word you turn your back to the other demon and lower to your hands and knees, your long spade-tipped tail flicking up and away, leaving your large, firm red ass bare, your huge balls dangling down between your muscular thighs, the blunt tip of your horsecock actually brushing against the undersides of your breasts. You sense more than see the Seduction Demon's satisfaction at your display of submission, her hands almost immediately roaming over the full curve of your ass, fondling and lifting your balls, stroking the bulging muscles of your thighs and hips.\n\nYou growl a little as she begins rubbing her fat cock against your ass, nudging your pucker or taint or balls with the tip. You don't want to be teased, you want to be fucked! You can feel some vague semblances of humanity pressing in around the edges of your perception, shocked and horrified at what's happening. You growl a bit more as the other demon strokes her plump purple prick along the cleft of your ass a few times, bucking your hips back insistently.\n\n"Fine, fine, impatient thing," Leslie coos, drawing back to place the tip of her dick at your pucker, and this time pushing forward, driving the fourteen inches in with one smooth, steady push. Your black lips curl up in a smile, shining onyx eyes rolling up a little as you finally feel it filling you. The seduction demon continues stroking her hands over your back and sides as she begins thrusting into your tight, infernally hot hole, fat dick actually bulging a bit more on the outside of your pucker as it squeezes into the gripping tunnel. Though nowhere near as strong as you, the other demon still has enough power that when she begins fucking you in earnest, it sends the feeling of impact through your whole body, her luscious hips slapping audibly against your firm ass, followed by the softer but still audible fwap of her balls hitting yours.\n\nYour own tits are too firm and proud to move much despite her pounding, the globes jutting underneath you as if formed of solid rubber, though your cock slaps up against your flesh and wobbles below you between thrusts. Your tongue lolls out further as you lower to one elbow, the long, slender pink length snaking across the floor. You can feel the seduction demon drawing the last of Cyan's soul out of you and devouring it, burning it up along with what remains of Leslie's, and she's welcome to it. Your demonic power only grows as you're rid of the vestiges of humanity, allowing you to 'see' behind you, watching the way your master's immense tits wobble and shake like gelatin as she pounds into you from behind, her pretty face contorted in a sneering coo of pleasure. \n\nYou buck back eagerly against your master's thrusts, letting your mind empty of thoughts and drives other than to fuck and be fucked. Yesss, this is the proper existence for a rape demon! To be a tool for wiser heads, to be a fuck machine to be pointed at a hole and told how to destroy it! You close one eye, a moronic smile on your dark lips as you look over your shoulder at your master, your owner. She smirks knowingly at you, delivering a quick slap to your ass as if in confirmation of your thoughts. Yes, you are merely an extension of her now, a thing to do her bidding, a beast of burden or soldier at her whim. The internal surrender pushes you over the edge, and you give a long, animal yowl as you begin blasting immense amounts of thick, stinking white demonic seed all over the undersides of your own tits and the cement floor. You continue gushing out a fresh torrent of jizz every time your master's balls slap into yours, and are eventually rewarded with the feeling of her using you as a cum dump, her energy flowing into you along with her load, finishing the binding ceremony.\n\nIt's only a few moments before she pulls out with a wet *pop*, and you mewl a bit in disappointment. The thing that was once Leslie pats your ass genially. "There there, more later pet," she coos, standing up and stretching, her tits and still-hard cock wobbling back and forth as she lifts onto her toes, even her tail standing straight out. "Mmmm! Now, onto pressing matters." She rubs her chin as you too rise to your feet, hunching a bit and slumping your shoulders, not even bothering to stand like a proper human. "For ease of reference, you will continue to be Cyan, and I will continue to be Leslie. Until such time as the usefulness of those names and identities is done, then I can choose a more proper name for myself. You hardly need one, but maybe something like Beast, or Fucker, or Bitchbreaker."\n\nShe smirks expectantly at you, but only grunt, perfectly content to go without or be called whatever demeaning name your master likes, including 'Cyan'. Leslie sighs a bit, as if somewhat disappointed at your lack of humiliation, then glances down. "Well, this won't do for subtlety, little too blatant." She snaps her fingers, and both of you quickly shrink down. In a matter of seconds, both of you have resumed the appearances of the humans you inhabited... more or less. Leslie still has breasts almost twice as big as they originally were, and you have a significant bulge in the front of your jeans... her tits and your cock are, after all, symbols of your nature too strong to be hidden. Leslie glances down at her chest, then at your crotch. "Hm." She hefts her tits in her hands and moves them side-to-side, then lets them go and shrugs. "Well, even if one of the boys notices, it will likely only make them all the easier to manipulate. That, though..." She glances at the swell of your cock under the denim, then makes a little 'ah well' noise. "The light's not good, they might not notice. To be on the safe side, turn down your lantern."\n\nGrunting your assent again, you walk over and pick up the lantern the real Cyan left on the worktable, turning a dial on the side until it puts out a wan light just enough to push back some of the darkness. Your master does the same, then turns to you. "I want to bring the boys down here and do a proper job of seducing them. Really... savor the event. I'll go find Jack, you find dear Kevin." Leslie turns towards the stairs, unerringly walking forward, demon senses making the candlelight and dim lantern unnecessary. Then she pauses and turns back to you, frowning and holding up a finger. "I mean it, beast. I want to take my time and make them beg for it, not just overpower them into submission. Just find the boy and lure him back here, no unnecessary roughness or stuffing one of his holes full of dick. Understood?"\n\nYou scowl a little both at your master's mistrust and the fact that it's well-placed, but nod in return. Apparently considering the matter settled, she turns and leads the way back up the stairs. Without another word the two of you separate, following the scents of different mortals towards your goals. You find the skinny mortal boy the real Cyan knew as 'Kev' in the kitchen, taking photos out the window. "Oh, hey Cy," he says, glancing over at you, apparently not noticing either your lamp's dimness or any extra details the shadows conceal. "Just takin' some pictures of the duck pond from here. Hey, you hear anything a bit ago? Thought it sounded like a wolf howl or something."\n\nYou grunt noncommitally, eyes narrowing a little bit. 'Lure' him, the master said... after she fucked most of the brains out of your head, of course. How do you lure somebody...?\n\n<hr>\n[[Be direct about it. Direct suits you.|GGHHPlaceholder]]\n\n[[Fuck it, just rape his throat.|GGHHPlaceholder]]

"Let's both get in the circle," you suggest, setting the book down to pull out your phone. Luckily your case has little fold-out legs for if you want to leave it sitting up for a situation just such as this. "Flailing around and acting possessed is the fun part, right?"\n\n"Yup," Leslie agrees with a bit of a giggle. "Make sure you can see everything, alright?"\n\nFlicking the phone's camera light on, you do a few checks of the screen. A bit dim, but there's enough detail you can pick out Leslie's features, and that this is the same place as in the movie. Good enough! Grabbing up the book and carefully stepping through and over the circle of candles, you flip back to the page where you saw the incantation. "Okay, remember, no flailing around and stuff until I actually finish, or it'll totally look stupid."\n\nLeslie nods eagerly, not bothering to point out that half the idea is how stupid you'll both look trying to ham it up and act possessed by demons. You squint a bit at the page, mostly having to rely on candlelight since you both left your lanterns over on the worktable. Luckily, the text is fairly large and you have at least some memory of how the chant was pronounced from the movie, so you manage to do a decent job of belting out the collection of probably random syllables in an authoritative tone.\n\n"Fa fyhhy pa rika telgkenm tasuhc!" You call in a 'mystical' tone, raising your free hand high into the air. "Syga ic knuf rika lulgc yht dyemc yht runhc yht cred!" Beside you, you can hear Leslie struggling not to burst into giggles, and do your best to keep a straight face as well. This is supposed to be serious... gibberish! "Fa'na kuhhy nyba ajano vilgehk drehk!" You take a deep breath, partly to calm your giggles, and partly so you can really belt out the last line. "Dinh ec ehdu ehvanhym vilgpedlrac huf!"\n\nYou prepare to fling yourself into a melodramatic string of moans and writhing, but before you can the first burst of pain hits. You gasp loudly, and sincerely, as you double over and drop the book, your arms wrapping around yourself instead. Leslie gives a loud yelp that's definitely not within her acting range either, both of you twitching as heat and pain slithers all over your nerves.\n\nYou can feel your whole body shuddering, twitching, your muscles flexing without your permission... and then swelling. In fact your whole body seems to swell, your very skin feeling tight. Whimpering, you stare down at yourself and see that it's not just your perception... your arms really have taken on very visible definition! You raise your hands and stare at them, crying out in dismay and pain as your skin starts to darken to a deep red color and your nails blacken, curling out beyond your fingertips as they become sharp talons. You force your head over towards Leslie and see that she's turned purple, her shorts and shirt growing tighter on her as her body fills out, though apparently not with the bulging muscles you seem to be acquiring.\n\nAs you close your mouth from your latest yowl of pain, your teeth brush against your lip, letting you feel that at least some of them have lengthened and sharpened. But as you shudder in place, your jeans growing tight around your hips and legs, something even stranger happens. The burning heat rushing through you, still bright and painful, starts to feel... good. Your cries of anguish start turning into long, low moans without your permission, the shuddering of your body taking on an entirely different quality. You can especially feel pleasure between your legs... not from your pussy, but from something else, something hard and yearning that's pressing against the front of your jeans, and getting harder and more eager all the time.\n\nYour new cock bursts through your panties and snaps the button and zipper of your jeans only moments later, jutting out in front of you and continuing to grow longer and thicker, a long shaft ending in a broad, flat, flared head, the throbbing shaft as bright red as the rest of your skin, including the skin of your sack as it spills out the front of your pants. Your shirt's the next to go, strained beyond its means by your broadening shoulders, increasing height, and the swelling of your tits into huge, boulder-firm globes, the black cloth shredding to reveal your monstrous red tits capped by black nipples. Panting, your lengthening tongue lolling out, you grab your cock with both hands and start furiously pumping and stroking along its length, feeling it continuing to grow longer with every stroke.\n\nYour jeans are the next to give up the fight, splitting at the seams around your muscular, chiseled thighs. The pressure at the base of your spine ends as your spade-tipped tail whips back and forth, replaced by orgasmic pain-pressure at your forehead. You toss your head joyfully, howling with glee as your horns grow in and your clawed toes tear through the ends of your sneakers, finally leaving you nude as you complete your transformation into a seven-and-a-half foot demon shemale.\n\nSlowing your strokes of your cock, which is well over two feet long, you turn your onyx-black over towards Leslie, grinning at her own transformed body. She's supple where you're muscular, all female curves and squeezable bits where she was once slender and lanky. Shorter than you at a bit over seven feet, she's still got you beat in at least one area... while your red tits are bigger than basketballs, hers are easily bigger than watermelons, huge wobbly things that beg to be slapped and squeezed and have a cock thrust between them. Her own cock is human-shaped, a bit fatter than yours but only a little over half as long, bulging plumply in the middle, her balls hanging down like softballs instead of the cantalopes swinging between your own legs. Her ass is full and round, legs long and plush. Clearly Leslie's human shell has been inhabited by a Corruption Demon, instead of the Rape Demon that's replaced your own soul.\n\nIn fact, best to get rid of these human souls completely. The rite must be completed, the only question is... who's on top?\n\n<hr>\n[[Fuck "Leslie's" ass.|GGHH3x1]]\n\n[[Get your ass fucked.|GGHH2x3]]

... You're gonna do it! You're gonna be super daring! Blushing, you pick up the bucket, which is roughly the size of a can of house paint, and carry it up to the register. You're expecting a judgey sort of look... and while the woman does raise an eyebrow when she sees what you've selected as a "Halloween costume", all she says is, "This brand can be a little tricky, so I recommend following the intructions on the package exactly."\n\nOh? It sounds like she actually has some experience with this stuff. Maybe she's a bit on the kinky side herself. Taking the container home, you spend most of the evening and a lot of the next day alternately considering what to actually do with it costume-wise, and looking up tips on how to properly use and apply it. ... And, well, it does say that ideally to make sure there's no, ahem, unfortunate stickage, you should make sure there's no hair for it to stick to. You're usually pretty diligent about that for personal preference <i>anyway</i>, but you do spend some time being extra thorough just in case.\n\nAs evening approaches, you decide it might be time to actually get started. You pick up the container... a brand which you couldn't find any online presence for, which was slightly weird... and actually read its instructions. Then you frown. One of the first instructions is 'Shake hard before opening'. But all the tips online said that you should open it carefully and then stir thoroughly! Hm... maybe this is one of those cases where the package was translated by someone who didn't really understand the original, and just came up with whatever they thought fit. ... Or maybe this variety is different?\n\n<hr>\n[[Shake before opening.|RubberHolly]]\n\n[[Just open and stir.|RubbyHolly]]

"I mean I guess thing one is to figure out how to deal with, y'know... having a Hellhound but not being immediately found out as a witch. With a Hellhound," you note, eyeing him up and down. "Are you like a Heroic Spirit, can you go ethereal and invisible or something? Or turn into a person?"\n\n"Oh, I can do numerous things in that vein, Mistress," Tiberius says with a rumbling chuckle. "However, if what you're looking for is having me blend in while still having the most use of me, well..."\n\nYou watch as he rapidly shrinks down, seeming to sort of... compress himself. His overall shape doesn't change too much, still fairly broad of shoulder and stocky in a canine way, obviously powerful, but shrinking down to merely "big dog" proportions... still a very big dog, you notice as he loses the more obviously demonic traits like the flames and metal claws in favor of dappled brown and black fur and dark, intelligent eyes, his coat becoming just a bit thicker and fluffier in the process. Considering where your attention was drawn in that area before, you hadn't really noticed his stub tail before, but he keeps it as he takes on the form of an entirely normal-looking Rottweiler, if not a thoroughbred.\n\n"There we are," he says in a much more moderated version of that booming voice, lifting one forepaw and then the other as he glances down at them. "Even to most magical senses I should seem quite mundane. And, admittedly, it will make certain things slightly more convenient," he adds, with a rather smug leer curling those doggy lips as he looks up at you, wiggling his tailstub.\n\nYour face colors at that. Ah, yeah, he was sort of... tall... before. Now he's almost perfectly sized for, um, well, you being on all fours, which you have to wonder if that was a deliberate choice on his part. ... Probably, which, honestly, fine by you. Curious, you fold your arms under your newly-expanded chest and tilt your head a bit at him. "Huh, but are real dogs gonna, like, raise their hackles and growl at you and shit like that?"\n\n"Oh no, quite the opposite in fact," Tiberius answers serenely, flicking one trimmed ear. "The 'evil-detecting dog' is mostly a fictional invention. True, dogs do react poorly to some demons, ones that strike their senses as being 'wrong', but I'm a genuine canine myself despite my infernal nature. They're far more likely to see me as an Alpha due to sensing my power."\n\n"Well that's handy. And this is definitely a much easier sell to my parents than a giant Hellhound, or like an exchange student or something. I'll have to think of a story before they get home, though," you murmur, rubbing your chin.\n\nJust then, there's the sound of the door thudding firmly closed. "Cyan, I'm home!" your mother's voice calls.\n\n"Shit shit shit shit!" you hiss, scrambling for your clothes, then looking despairingly at your rather messy body as well as the summoning circle etched all over the floor. "I need, like, a cleaning spell or something, can you teach me a G-G-G-GK!" you grit out between your teeth, one side of your face seizing and your eye twitching rapidly before it settles. You blink a few times at realizing you do now know a very all-purpose cleaning spell, then give Tiberius a narrow look. "<i>Warning.</i> Next time. Please."\n\n"Apologies," Tiberius murmurs, actually seeming sincere.\n\nAfter a few hurried uses of the spell and pulling your clothes on, you grab the book and tuck it back in your bag before heading out into the rest of the house, Tiberius padding along behind you. Your mother's fiddling with some boxes and their contents at the couch, sort of glancing at you out of the corner of her eye. She's still dressed from the office, though she's taken off the suit jacket, leaving her in a pretty faintly-purple silk blouse and professionally short black skirt over sleek black hose. "Hello, honey. Been in my office again?"\n\n"I needed some chalk for something, I put it back," you reply, which is true enough.\n\n"As long as you put it back," your mother notes, turning towards you... then blinking. She doesn't seem to have noticed your overstretched t-shirt yet (or if she has, has possibly written it off as just a teenage growth spurt thing), but she's definitely noticed your new companion. "And... who is this?" she says dubiously, eyes already narrowing in a 'Are you going to make me parent today?' look of suspicion.\n\n"Ah, Mom, this is Tiberius," you say, flitting a hand towards him, his stub wagging a bit as he plasters a very convincing and charming pure doggy grin on his muzzle. "Look, I know I should have asked first, truly, but uh... I mean, things sort of happened really fast," you add, which is again essentially the truth.\n\n"Oh lord," your mother says with a long-suffering sigh, even as she crouches down carefully, giving her suit skirt a tug down over her hose-clad legs as she eyes Tiberius. "Well, he... he?" She tilts her head... then blushes a bit. Even as a 'normal' dog, Tiberius is <i>very</i> well-endowed. "He," she confirms, clearing her throat. "Does seem like a very well-behaved beast," she allows, stretching out her hand, Tiberius sniffing a few times obligingly before giving her fingers a modest lick. "But I don't know, Cyan."\n\n"I mean we've talked about getting a dog before, right?" you press, which again is technically true. "And this is essentially the perfect time for it, I've got tons of free time to bond with him-" Already did that, magically, but. "-and he's already grown and trained so we don't have to go through any of that awkward 'puppy' stuff."\n\n"Well. True," your mother allows, cupping the sides of his head and gently wiggling his ears a bit, which seems to genuinely please Tiberius from the soft 'wuff' he gives, tongue lolling out. "Huh, must be part Chow. Hm. Been a while since I've seen a Rotty with docked ears and tail, come to think of it," she notes, glancing at his gently-wiggling butt.\n\n"Ah, yeah, that's the thing," you say, inspiration striking. "See he came from a breeder that got a <i>ton</i> of heat for still docking in this day and age, so they were just gonna shut down and basically dump all the animals at the shelter at once and there was basically like an emergency adoption call."\n\n"Oh dear, that <i>is</i> distressing," your mother says with a frown as she gets to her feet. She rubs her forehead with her fingertips for a moment, then sighs. "Well, alright, we can give it a try, though <i>you</i> need to take care of him, and I don't just mean for a month or two until you get tired of it."\n\n"I promise, I've made a commitment," you reply seriously, since you have in fact made a two century commitment.\n\n"Alright, dear. Your father's going to be out on an on-site job for a few days, so it's pizza tonight," she notes as she turns and heads into the kitchen.\n\nYou wait for her to be out of sight before settling to a knee beside Tiberius and draping an arm over his shoulders. "Yeah, they don't really do the stub tails and short ears anymore," you note quietly.\n\n"I forgor," Tiberius murmurs sheepishly, wagging said stub tail some more. He looks towards the kitchen, an obviously appreciative expression in his eyes. "You quite resemble your mother. Well, moreso now," he notes, turning his head a bit and lightly bumping it against your expanded chest.\n\n<hr>\n[["Oh? See something good?" ♥|GGMB]]\n\n[["Don't you dare!!"|GGMB]]\n\n[["Pft, eyes on me, buddy."|GGMB1x9]]\n\n[["Don't get too attached."|GGMB]]

Oh, whatever. It's not like there's anything to actually <i>do</i> around here, to even start to get anywhere there might be something fun to do you'd have to steal Jasmine's truck. (... Hmmmmm. ... No, no, you're not quite ready to graduate to grand theft auto, you're pretty sure.) Sighing, you flop back into bed (which is actually kind of annoyingly comfortable) and snuggle in, and not too much later you're asleep again.\n\n"Rise and shine!"\n\nYou yelp a bit as the covers are yanked off of you, scrambling and then reflexively covering yourself a bit since you are, after all, wearing skimpy lingerie. "Hey!"\n\nJasmine snorts a bit where she's standing next to your bed. "I guarantee you at some point I'm gonna see it all, cupcake, farm work always gets messy eventually. Now, get up and get dressed. I already tossed most of your crap in the closet since it's useless, but at least I told your parents to buy you some proper work clothes." She turns to leave, murmuring, "Didn't know Prada made flannel shirts."\n\nYou glare blearily after her, then out the window. ... How in the hell are you supposed to 'rise and shine' when not even the sun has rose and shone yet?! Grumbling, you get up and get dressed, seething all the while at having to done <i>farm clothes</i>. ... But hey they are all fashionable designer brands, at least, as Jasmine found out. Your tantrum at home was able to get you that much.\n\n"Now, I'm gonna start you off easy today," Jasmine says breezily as she slides some fried eggs onto your plate, smirking at you as if to just dare to complain that they're not poached and sitting on top of an English muffin waiting for some hollandaise. "With laying out things the animals need. It's basically picking things up and putting them down, I'm pretty sure even you can manage that." Since glaring at her just seems to encourage her, you say nothing and focus on eating, which seems to suit her. Once you've eaten, she leads the way over to the front door and out onto the porch, and points. "First you'll go to the horse barn there. Then the dog kennel over there. Sheep pen over there. Cow pasture over there. That should be enough to take you through most of the morning. If you do a good job, maybe I'll let you take the afternoon easy with doing some studying. There's instructions posted at each location, so it's pretty simple."\n\n"Fine," you grumble, walking down the porch steps and heading for the barn.\n\n"Oh, and Layla!" Jasmine calls. When you turn, she smirks at you and says, "Remember, don't stare at the balls!"\n\nWhat a weird, crude thing to say, you think in annoyance as you resume your path to the barn. 'Don't stare at the balls', why would she say something like that? As if you were going to do <i>any</i> looking at balls. You arrive in the barn to see several horses in stalls. Glancing around, you spot the laminated sheet posted up near the door and walk over to look. Hm, okay, so it looks like all you're supposed to do is fill their water... you guess Jasmine doesn't trust you not to screw up feeding them yet, or something. Whatever, less work for you, and at least she didn't ask you to shovel out the stalls, you think while wrinkling your nose in disgust at the smell.\n\nFinding the hose the instructions mentioned, you start filling the troughs to the line marked inside. You're not really a 'horse girl' so you're more annoyed by the smell than you are enchanted by the presence of the big beasts. You make a bit of a face as one shifts and stomps a hoof while you're filling the trough, though you do catch motion out of the corner of your eye. Motion between his back legs. What? He must be-\n\n<hr>\n[[Don't stare.|MeanFarm]]\n\n[[Go ahead and take a look.|MeanFarm]]

You wait until 'Dear' closes the door before lifting into the air and floating off after her husband. You notice your 'Fly' skill is gradually leveling up, which will be nice since it's a bit slow right now. Luckily he doesn't seem to be in a hurry, so you can keep up with him from above fairly well, descending into the treetops and flying from branch to branch. \n\nAh, looks like he's picking mushrooms. That means he'll probably be at it for a good long while, giving you an opportunity to decide how to do this. You kind of doubt your puny level one 'Sleep' will work on him after he's had a full night's sleep, you'd have to wait a while for that kind of opportunity, so it's something else.\n\n<hr>\n[[Use Daze to get the drop on him.|GGCOC]]\n\n[[Use Confusion to dominate him.|GGCOC]]\n\n[[Use Arousal to seduce him.|GGCOC]]\n\n[[Use Modify Body to trick him.|GGCOC]]

Seems kind of lame to start off such a super cool deep dive VR game with just a nighttime bust-in, like you're the NPC in some lewd Skyrim mod. (Ooo hey you totally need to see if the Skyrim on here has lewd mods later.) You carefully hover your way upward and onto the roof of the house, silently padding over to the chimney and settling down into its shadow.\n\nJust as you're really hoping the game isn't going to make you wait it out in realtime or whatever passes for, a little popup appears saying 'Wait until morning?' When you tap yes, everything goes completely and totally dark for a second, then gradually lightens to early morning sunlight. You can hear the front door of the farmhouse opening, and peek out around it to spot the man standing nearby waving.\n\n"Have a good day, Darling!" the wife calls from the doorway.\n\n"You too, Dear!" he calls back before turning and walking away towards the woods, presumably for some chore. \n\nPerfect, now they're split up! So who to focus on?\n\n<hr>\n[['Darling'.|GGCOC2x2]]\n\n[['Dear'.|GGCOC]]

Okay, that's aggravating. Here you go and honestly approach them, doing your best to seem nonthreatening, just intending to make friends, and they lose their shit at you. Scowling deeply, you point the staff at the redhead and quickly speak a phrase that comes to mind the moment you consider bringing them low for their behavior. She practically freezes in place, her muscles clenching and eyes widening. \n\nThe rogue flings his dagger at you, and you just barely manage to jerk out of the way of it as it whizzes by your shoulder. The woman with the sword charges towards you, but has to go around the fire and jump over a downed log, giving you time to do two things: turn and cast the same spell on the rogue, making him jerk to a stop, and issue a mental command. The flat of the big obsidian axe clonks into the back of the leather-clad woman's head. From the way she jerks and twists to stare at the big woman, you think she's stunned as much by the betrayal as she is by the actual pain or jolt of the impact. All the same, it gives you time to cast the spell once more, and she too jerks to a halt, all of them standing there motionless save for the slight panic and anger in their eyes.\n\n"That. Wasn't. Nice," you state coldly, narrowing your eyes at the three of them. "Drop your weapons," you continue, unable to help smirking a little as their hands instantly open, axe, sword, and a fresh knife all hitting the forest floor. "Now come line up in front of me."\n\nYou wait until the three of them shuffle over to stand in a slightly untidy row in front of you. There's no sense of hesitation or struggle in their movements, and their expressions are mostly blank as well, save for their eyes which easily convey all the emotions actually running through their minds. You look the three over, then continue, "I really wanted to be nice. Was just going to come over and say hello. Then you have to go 'It's uh deemun!' and try to cut off my head or whatever. Not cool. It's your own fault we're in this situation right now, you know." You wait a moment, then continue, "Alright, starting from the blonde and going thisaway, names."\n\n"Drake."\n\n"Vera."\n\n"Zara."\n\nAll three of them answer in short, clipped, strained voices, the redhead's almost like a snarl. Hm, you wonder how complete your control over them is? You do have a general sense of the spell, and you could feel it being ramped up and empowered as you sent it through the staff. You somehow doubt it will be ending anytime soon... as in, within the rest of their lifetimes, unless you release them, or someone else breaks your spell. So certainly if you want to play around with it, it seems like you'll have time to. "Alright then, you three. So you were inhospitable, and now you're going to pay with it. First things first. All of you strip down. Everything has to go. Magic items, hidden weapons, clothes, all of it on the ground."\n\nInstantly they begin to obey, stripping out of their gear. For some, obviously, that takes less time than others... Zara basically just has to untie her bikini and let it drop to the ground, then yank off her boots before pulling off the pair of rings she's wearing and dropping them to the grass. Her large, fat nipples are pierced by big steel rings as well, but you give her a mental nudge to leave those in after doing a quick check for magic and finding none. Vera, meanwhile, has to take off her bracers and undo some laces on the sides of her top before pulling it up and off, baring perky C-cups capped by light brown nipples and a firm, flat stomach as she drops it to the ground before pulling off her own rings, then undoing her belt and the laces of her pants before shoving them down, sleek ass wiggling briefly in the air as she works the pants and her boots off. She also reaches back and pulls out her hairtie, dropping it with her other stuff, her pretty black hair falling loose around her shoulders. Drake takes the longest, mostly because he spends almost two minutes pulling out and dropping hidden daggers, shuriken, and shivs before having to shift and work a little to get the leather jacket off before pulling off his shirt, revealing a lean, sleek chest, then undoing his pants and shoving them down as well, a decently long but slender cock flopping free as he steps out of them before pulling off his rings and a bracelet as well.\n\nYou look over the pile of stuff as much as your naked prisoners. You'll have to go through all of it to properly appraise it, but you bet it will fetch a decent price if sold... after you keep what you want, that is. Looking back at the trio of now naked adventurers, you smile. "Still, I suppose it's not all bad. I wanted our relationship to be friendly, but now it's going to be-"\n\n<hr>\n[["-one-sided."|GGTief]]\n\n[["-profitable."|GGTief2x2]]\n\n[["-sexy."|GGTief]]

If there's one thing you've learned from almost any RPG, it's that you don't mess with the guards. Besides, altogether the three adventurers had about 10,000 gold on them, so a mere twenty isn't exactly going to break your bank. You slip a hand into one of the handy haversacked saddlebags on your mount and pull out twenty-five gold pieces. "Here you are, my good man," you say, leaning forward to place them in his gloved palm. "And if you could be so good as to point me to a good place to stay?"\n\nThe guard starts to open his mouth, glances at his palm, closes it, then finally speaks while he's separating out the other five coins into a pouch. "The Thoroughbred. Five blocks down, two to the left. It's clean, comfortable, has private baths..." He then adds, both him and his friend smirking a bit as he lowers his voice, "The owner's a tubby fellow named Rikkard. He has the willpower of a starved rat."\n\nOho. Seems these two have sized you up and given you a very valuable hint. That's a fine thing indeed. Grinning and giving him a wink, you dig out another seven gold pieces, giving him one more and his friend a matching six. "Thanks for the tip, friend. I'll keep you in mind if I need anything else. My name's Cyan."\n\n"Viv, Dav," the guard replies, tilting his head towards the other as he says the latter. "We'll keep an eye out for you, m'lady."\n\nYou almost laugh as you ride through the opening gate, your trio of downtrodden dominated dupes following behind. 'M'lady'... where you come from, an overwrought and pretentious utterance, almost never sincere. Here it means he really <i>does</i> intend to treat you like royalty! How about that, huh?\n\nYou find your way to the Thoroughbred and seek out Rikkard. One Charm Person later and he absolutely wouldn't <i>hear</i> of charging you for your suite of rooms or your food or for stabling your horses, you are his <i>guest</i>, he's <i>honored</i> to have you, stay as long as you like! He personally shows you to a set of rooms that, while it wouldn't exactly put a luxury hotel on Earth to shame or even quite match it, is still pretty swanky... probably suitable for a member of visiting minor nobility. You take a luxurious bath in the attached bathroom (complete with flushable toilet and running water as well as heat on demand, pretty swanky indeed), then order your slaves to wash themselves and then wait for your return before heading out.\n\nIn part, you just want to experience this city a bit, but you also need information. Chensport does indeed seem to be a rather dedicated slaving city... there are plenty of people moving about with collars and cuffs on. Some of them are well-dressed, with collars and cuffs of engraved gold, and seem to be comporting themselves with the same pride and free movement as any of the uncollared people around you... some of them moreso, in fact. And then from there, the scale goes all the way down to the dirty, naked variety in crude pig iron accoutrements, their heads hanging and shoulders slumped. Buying and selling them seems to be a matter of course as well, everything from signs indicating when large or elite auctions are to be held, to smaller, seemingly impromptu auctions on small wooden stages (each street seems to have at least one), to slaves standing amidst the rest of the items in shops, price tags clipped to their collars or some other bit of their clothing (or anatomy). \n\nAs you go about, you pay attention, gleaning the ways and methods of people, listening in on conversations (and thoughts, as you discover you can do seemingly at will, the chatter of mental voices similar but distinct from verbal ones). You also chat with people, most amiably enough, able to carry a bit of conversation and ask questions without seeming the tourist due to your charisma. The end of the day finds you sitting in a mid-range tavern having drinks with an experience slaver, the two of you drinking and talking, until she seems to have decided to mentor you a bit. Some of what she tells you, you already know, but it's nice to hear it put in plain perspective. It's also nice to look at her, her black hair done up in innumerable braids with little gold rings woven into them, her skin the color of barely-creamed coffee, eyes dark and intense and somehow both serious and laughing as she speaks. \n\n"Alright, so," she says, in the tone that says she's at least partially going to be repeating herself. She leans forward a little, her crimson silk blouse having been unbuttoned sometime before and falling open to practically bare her pert breasts and cocoa-colored nipples. Her rich accent is almost as much a pleasure to drink in as the rich cider you're sipping. "There are a few sorts of slaves that are always in demand. The first are your pleasure slaves. Everyone's always looking for pleasure slaves. Personal buyers, brothels, harem owners, whatever, someone will always buy pleasure slaves."\n\n"But at a good price?" you ask thoughtfully.\n\n"Aye that's the rub. Among pleasure slaves though, there are three sorts that will truly bring in the money. The exceptionally sexual, the exotic, and the young. Those are where you really start making that 'retirement' money on. Now, after that, you've got your menials. You know, slaves just to cook, clean, do the crap work that anyone rich enough to buy one doesn't want to do. Now, you might think that they'd want them exceptionally beautiful, or young enough to train, or highly skilled. And while the skilled ones can fetch a high price, they're hard to come by, and you have to find the exact right buyer. No, the trick with menials is to get the sort that will be snatched up for a decent price right away. And for that you want young women, pretty enough to catch the lord's eye but not so pretty the lady feels threatened, obviously with many good years in them but not young enough to still be clumsy, weak, or too rebellious. You won't get insanely rich off that but you'd get a nice fat purse all the same."\n\nShe pauses to polish off her tankard, smirking and waiting until one of the waitresses (themselves clad in little more than tunics and leather thongs) passes to smack her on the ass and call for another round. Then she turns back to you. "The other sort of course is your workhorse. Or warhorse, or whatever the buyer wants to use a slab of muscle for. You know, big! Not show-off big, you want them to be working muscles, but those can net quite the fine penny at auction. Especially if you have at least one that's a bit exotic there too, the gladiator arena buyers eat that sort of thing up. But you don't want to sell too many of those all at once," she cautions, frowning suddenly. "Soon you get known as the 'freak show' dealer, no one will come to you for anything but monsters or weirdos. You wouldn't be able to sell some menial you picked up off the side of the road for crap."\n\n"I see," you acknowledge, nodding slowly and giving the waitress's ass a squeeze yourself as she delivers your fresh drink. You take a gulp, then muse aloud. "So, pleasure, menial, or muscles. Those are the ways to go."\n\n"Aye, aye, those can make you fair coin." She takes another draw of her own tankard, then pauses. She's frowning just a little as she says, "Well, there is one other deal that's going on in town."\n\n"Oh?"\n\n"Some rich woman from the Castlesprawl is offering huge amounts for half-dragons. Says anyone who brings her one could make enough money to buy themselves into the noble life. But I don't know that I trust it," she adds. "There are whispers, whispers that have no actions attached, no true rumors, but people are afraid of her. I would not deal with that one unless I were being very, very careful. Have a care if you decide that is a path you want to tread, my lovely striped girl," she adds, flashing you a winning smile. "Wouldn't want to see that lovely white ass wind up on the block. Of any kind."\n\nYou think on what you've learned as you walk back to the Thoroughbred through the cool, salty night air. With the array of shapeshifting spells at your command, you could turn the three adventurers into almost anything. With Polymorph Any Object, so long as you left them in the same general genus, size category, and didn't try to make them dumber or smarter, you wouldn't even need your staff to make it permanent, whatever new body you gave them, that would be them from now on. So you could easily turn them into whatever kind of slave you wanted. It's just a question of weighing risk versus profit... versus dealing them out a lifetime of humiliation for the insult they offered you, of course. It's just a question, what sort of slaves to turn them into?\n\n<hr>\n[[Pleasure.|GGTief]]\n\n[[Menial.|GGTief]]\n\n[[Workhorse.|GGTief]]\n\n[[Half-dragon.|GGTief2x4]]

Since you're interested in their responses, you don't restrict them from speaking, and it's Drake who says, "Profitable? What do you mean, 'profitable'?!"\n\nAs your answer, you indicate Vera with your staff. "You, you seem like the one who's most on top of it as far as knowledge goes. Where's the nearest city where slaves can be bought and sold?"\n\nYou actually feel just the barest hint of resistance from her... ah, she's smart enough to realize answering that question treads a little closely to harming herself, which is one of those things that can give someone a chance to resist Dominate Person. But whether it's not close enough or she just fails her save, after only a second or so she blurts out, "Chensport! It's three days east, it's one of the biggest slaving dens around!"\n\n"Good. Now shut your yaps," you add, before any of them can start squawking in outrage. You ponder for a moment how to handle dressing them, when you realize you can just make basic clothing with magic. The spell would be... Major Creation, you think? You wonder how many times you can do that a day though... but then you get the feel that as long as you cast it through your staff, you can do such a relatively simple spell almost as often as you want, and not have to worry about the items disappearing on you either. That settled, you point the staff at the ground and conjure up three near-identical sets of items... a plain pair of black cloth boots, a black thong, plain iron cuffs with clips for chains, and a black leather collar. "Alright, get dressed, slaves," you chirp.\n\nThe look in their eyes is anger and humiliation as they nevertheless dutifully move to pick up the garments and put them on, their high-level gear replaced with items that make it abundantly clear what their lowly station is. Your mental connection with them gives you a vague hint of what they're feeling as they're forced to close the chainless manacles around their own wrists and fasten the collars around their own necks, and you have to admit it gives you a bit of a thrill to sense the pain, anger, shame, fear, and just a tiny hint of something else beneath it. Soon they're lined up in front of you again, both women still bare-breasted but with their pussies hugged by the slightly overtight panties, Drake's bulge similarly outlined clearly and with nothing to hide. Smirking, you direct them to gather everything up and pack it away save for one tent, while you eat the dinner that Vera had been preparing. Once they and you are both done, you dab at your face with a nice red cloak you found and decided to wear.\n\n"Alright, here's the deal. You're going to stand guard for me, like good, dutiful little slaves. You can rest in shifts, so long as two of you are always guarding me." You start to crawl into the tent, then pause. "Oh yeah. And on the off chance one of you actually manages to break free of my control and tries to run or attack me, the other two are to instantly hack them to bits." With that taken care of, you take one look at the sour expressions in their eyes and snicker before settling down on the piled bedrolls of all three of them. Hm, this is something approaching nicely comfy! You briefly consider doing something wicked with one of them, but as Walter White said, don't sample your own merchandise. Snickering at that thought, though mildly annoyed at the idea of going the rest of your life without Netflix, you drift off to sleep.\n\nWhen you wake up it's to an odd, unfamiliar, but urgent sensation. You grunt and roll over, staring a little blearily down at yourself... then blink. There's an erect cock jutting from your crotch, completely bare since your loincloth didn't turn entirely with you. It's as black as ink, smooth and long and fairly thick, with a lean, tapered head. Around the bottom of it is a sort of vestigial sheath and fairly decently-sized balls, both of them as porcelain white as the rest of your skin. How... did you not notice that yesterday? ... Well, if your body was used to the way it feels, you probably just tuned it out by instinct. Still, kind of interesting to discover you're a 'Half' like the book talked about. Stumbling up and out of the tent, you stagger over to the nearest tree and spend a few moments figuring out how to pee with it, ignoring the looks of shock from your slaves.\n\nOnce you've finished you return your loincloth to its place, then order Vera to cook breakfast before the three of you set out for Chensport, with one of the horses bearing you, and the other... enjoying a lightened load, your ensorceled inventory forced to walk. You amuse yourself along the trip watching their practically bare asses flex and move, and Vera and Zara's tits jiggling, the amazon's piercings glinting in the sun. You have to remind yourself several times that you shouldn't fool around with them... they're your product, after all, you've already decided you're going to sell them, better not risk getting attached. But after a few days' journey, the smell of the sea grows stronger and stronger, as does the concentrated smell of many, many living beings crammed into one area, as well as myriad other things your sensitive nose can pick out and some that it can't. High walls of black stone stretch from one part of the coastline to another, effectively creating a walled city right up against the sea, and you approach the main gate. The guards are wearing light, thin black plate armor, their helmets showing their lower faces but otherwise cast in a rather draconic aspect.\n\n"Selling or buying?" one of them asks in a bored tone, with a brief glance towards your trio of unhappily silent captives.\n\n"Little of both, probably," you answer, allowing for some leeway beyond your immediate plans.\n\n"It's twenty gold to enter as a seller," he responds, a bit more firmly this time, apparently wanting to make it clear that this isn't negotiable.\n\n<hr>\n[[Sure, here you go.|GGTief2x3]]\n\n[[Whaaaat?! ... Oh, fine, bah.|GGTief]]\n\n[[lolno|GGTief]]

Your slaver friend's words from last night come back to you... 'people are afraid of her'. She warned you to be careful, so maybe it would be best not to immediately slap all of your cards on the table. "Alright, Vera, you're coming with me," you say, pointing at her and then beckoning. She does seem to be a nice midway point between looking quite human and looking very dragon-y, as opposed to Drake who still has some human skin showing and no wings, and Zara who, as said, looks more like a dragon standing upright. "The other two, you're to stay here and keep the door closed. Keep yourselves quiet and out of sight."\n\nYou head out the door, the gleaming silver slave behind you silently falling into step and obediently staying right on your heels. You avoid catching any attention directly near the Thoroughbred, but let the two of you be seen enough once you're a street distant, a number of people doing double-takes or staring as they see a particularly unusual master and slave pair. Humans, elves, dwarves, halflings, orcs, and many other races are traded as slaves here, but you do have the first collared half-dragon you've seen, combined with your own rather striking appearance. Of course, it doesn't take very long before people are giving you directions to the person seeking to buy half-dragons, Lady Thastra. You don't head there immediately though, continuing to mill about and take your time, for two reasons. The first is that you want to see if you can glean any more about Lady Thastra without being too obvious about trying to look into her, since you don't think it would be wise to make it look like you were more interested in her than the sale. You don't learn much... some people say she's a human, some a half-elf (she apparently always has her hair covering her ears), but everyone has the sense that it's a bad idea to cross her. No one can actually point out anything she's <i>done</i>, precisely, but everyone seems to know that people who insult her, deny her, or try to play games with her tend to have a hard time thereafter, or just leave and don't come back. She's made out more like some oracle of doom than a spiteful aristocrat.\n\nThe other is that you want to coach Vera on her new life story. You just think the sale would go better if everyone believes she's a 'natural' half dragon rather than having been one since two hours ago. To that end you concoct what you feel is a very thorough, believable background, helped out by details she provides, and which you telepathically coach her in, giving her orders to respond with details from the new life story or even invent new ones that fit in with it as necessary. After a sufficient amount of coaching, you think she can do the equivalent of using your bluff score rather than her own when asked about her life... which sort of amuses you. You wonder how many years will go by with her having this story in her head and responding aloud with it before she starts believing it instead of what really happened? And will she realize that's happening as it does...?\n\nAnyway, eventually you make your way to what people call the 'Castlesprawl'... the rich part of town, essentially, clean cobblestone streets of mansions of varying sizes, clustered around the tall, black stone castle where the local rulers apparently live. You approach one particularly impressive manor house (considering that it actually has a small front yard, unlike most of the rest), and before you can even lift your hand to knock the door is opening. A pretty elven girl wearing a rather modest maid's uniform, albeit white instead of the usual black, steps back and gestures you inside. "Please. Lady Thastra awaits you in the greenhouse. Please follow me."\n\nQuirking a brow, you nevertheless fall into step behind the elf, Vera at your heel. She shows you around to the back of the house, to the glass-enclosed area that takes up more area than most back yards you've seen, full of quasi-tropical plants and even trees. The maid shows you towards what seems to be a social area with an elegant white marble table and white wooden chairs, surrounded on two sides by high planters. Standing in front of one of these is what has to be Lady Thastra, her hair golden blonde and piled on her head (and arranged to cover her ears), an elaborate diamond and silver tiara helping hold it in place. Her eyes are brilliant green, her face pretty, although her smile does give her something of that dangerous air. Her body is shown off by a very tight dress made to resemble being made entirely of white lace, baring her shoulders, a fair amount of her full breasts, and her hips, a long white cape connecting at the tops of the sleeves and around the back of the dress.\n\n<img src=https://i.imgur.com/V1cCXiX.jpg>\n\n"Welcome to my home," she says evenly, her voice somehow both youthful and with a gravitas usually held by wise old matriarchs. "I am the Lady Thastra. As I understand you are new in town, allow me to make myself a bit more thoroughly known. I am the Duchess of Aimsfield and Eastdocks... meaning, I own and am granted exclusive title to a considerable acreage in a place outside the city, as well as a significant portion of the Chensport ship docks. And obviously, you are here because you've heard I will pay handsomely for half-dragons."\n\n"Very handsomely, I've heard, my lady," you reply with a smile and a short bow. You seem to have estimated the response properly, since while she doesn't laugh, her eyes dance a bit with amusement.\n\n"In truth, very, very handsomely. My reasons are... my own," she allows as she walks over and does a slow circle around Vera, eyeing her up and down. You're fairly certain you catch a glimpse of the duchess briefly running her teeth across her lower lip, the gesture seemingly one of arousal, before she stops back in front of you, though her eyes are still on Vera. "She seems to check out. No dressed-up kobold for certain. I'll pay you..."\n\nShe names a figure, and it takes all your considerable will and charisma to keep a pokerface. You may not know the exact worth of a gold coin in this world, but over your time in the city you've gotten a decent idea. Enough to know that what she's offering is more than most adventurers could spend trying to fund their lifestyle... no, that's 'settle down and do whatever the hell you want' money, or close enough. You snap out of it as she glances at Vera again, then sighs a little theatrically.\n\n"What a shame she's not a male though. I would have paid even more for a male."\n\n<hr>\n[[Oo! Oo! You have a male! You have a male!|GGTief]]\n\n[[You might know something about that.|GGTief2x6]]

Without a word, you turn around, bending forward over the desk and lifting your ass a bit, silently displaying your eagerness to continue. Grinning, your uncle takes a few moments to shed his clothes, as naked in his office as you are, both of you now shielded from the prying eyes of employees and customers but those blinds. He presses up behind you, reaching around to cup your breasts, slowly but firmly working them in his hands as he leans in over your shoulder, you turning your head to kiss him as you feel his cock rubbing along the cleft of your ass.\n\nSoon enough though he reaches down and adjusts himself, his cockhead rubbing along the plumped-up lips of your pussy before sliding between them and inside you again, making you give a low moan against his lips. He settles his hands on your tits again, resuming the slow kneading as he fucks you at a bit more of a leisurely pace this time, apparently intending to draw out the wicked, risky thrill of the two of you fucking in his office in the middle of the day.\n\n'Maybe I'll find something to do this summer after all,' you think, just almost giggling around his tongue as his hips slap your ass gently with his gradually quickening pace. The sound turns into a gasp as he pinches your nipples, giving them a light tug and twist, just enough to make you have a small orgasm, your tight teen pussy shuddering around your uncle's throbbing prick as it strokes into you.\n\nYou cum several more times before he's done, every single time with him slowing down, drawing it out, letting you enjoy it. Finally though he lets out a moan and pulls out of you, straightening up and giving a few strokes before he cums all over your round ass, another light orgasm shivering through your body at the feeling of his hot seed splattering on your skin.\n\nAs he pulls away, there's a light knock on the door, making you jump. "Hey, Duncan? A customer's asking for you."\n\n"Be right there!" your uncle calls calmly, before grinning and leaning in to give you a quick kiss. "Get dressed, but not in <i>too</i> much of a hurry."\n\nIn other words don't put your shirt on backwards or something stupid. Nodding sheepishly, you quickly snag your panties and pull them on, blushing at the feel of his cum smearing into your skin and pressing against you as you get both them and your jeans on. Once the two of you are presentable and not flushed, he gives you a wink and murmurs, "Go browse around on the north end of the lot for something you like. Don't worry, I'll call your parents and explain everything before you get home."\n\nThe wait and the normal-seeming activity of just looking around at cars, as well as the excitement, does help you get you feeling back to a more normal sort, and by the time your uncle shows up to meet you the two of you are behaving like always, though there's definitely a sense of a thrill laying beneath it all. As he hands you the keyfob to your new sleek little black car (not quite a sports car but definitely way nicer than you ever thought you'd walk away with), he leans in to your ear to whisper, "I take off early most Thursdays. Why don't you come over then?" Blushing, you nod, before getting in the car.\n\nOf course, on your drive back, as the edge of excitement about having your own car now fades, you do start feeling a bit guilty about it. You... fucked your own uncle. ... Which was super sexy and lewd because of the forbidden nature of it at the time, but... still. Maybe you should come clean to someone...\n\n<hr>\n[[Tell somebody.|GGUncle]]\n\n[[Nah.|GGUncle1x5]]

The Witch is one of the oldest troll caster classes, so it makes sense to check it to see how things have changed. You select the class, and the troll's character model shifts, feathers appearing woven into her braids, the bikini top becoming a black cloth band edged in red stitches across her chest, and the bikini bottom becoming a beaded loincloth, with faintly-glowing green paint in runic designs now dotting along her arms. \n\nInstead of character creation, you're presented with a screen asking you to pick a trait. This must be one of the new content patches. You glance over them, mentally parsing the fluff description into what it must mean for an actual game effect.\n\n<center>Choose your character's trait.</center>\n\n[[Hexweaver|GGTWitch]] - Your Witch is particularly adept at crafting curses, hexes, and other rituals with massive and long-lasting effects. These spells can take elaborate preparations and exotic ingredients, but be potent beyond all others. (So, increased spell damage, longer casting time.)\n\n[[Wicked Witch|GGTWitch]] - You focus on the "classical" aspects of a witch... brewing potions, harassing townfolk, and luring victims into your lair for nefarious reasons! (Huh. Sounds like you get a player home or something that you can do extra things in.)\n\n[[Demonologist|GGTWitch]] - You truck with demons and have formed a particularly close bond with one demonic power in particular. Beware should you choose to cavort with powers too far beyond your own, however, lest you become the pet and the demon the master. (So you get your demon combat pet at the very start, but it has a chance to turn hostile and attack you on first summoning, something like that.)

"I might have a line on where I could get my hands on a few more half-dragons," you note, as if it were just a passing thought. "Including a male."\n\n"Oh?" Lady Thastra's attention turns fully back to you now. "Is that so?"\n\n"It might take me a little while. I'd have to get in touch with my sources, pay the capture teams, wait for them to arrange transport. Maybe... two weeks?" It kills you to think of waiting two weeks for all of that money, but it's better than seeming too eager. You very much do not want to play games with this woman, but better that than her already thinking she's won. You get the sense that's much more dangerous than even trying to play would be.\n\n"Mm. A few more?" The blonde woman looks thoughtfully at Vera... then back at you. "And at least one a male, you say."\n\n"Yeah."\n\n"Alright, then, Cyan, I will make you a deal. You have two weeks and one day. On that day, I want you to bring me these half-dragons, at least one of them a male. I will pay you price and a half of this one if you can bring me at least two females, and no matter what, three times the price for the male." Your head's already swimming at the thought of that money, before she continues. "And if you bring me at least three more, you may count me your friend and ally. I will even introduce you to the mayor... she's little more than the King and Princess's personal assistant, but she can turn those talents to helping you with your new wealth."\n\n"I see," you reply, probably overshooting neutral and winding up bland, but you think at this point that's about the best you can do. From the laughter in her eyes she knows you're excited, but doesn't mind at all.\n\n"There is one condition, though. To prove your intentions of good faith on coming through with this offer, I want you to give me this one on promise." Lady Thastra sashays back over, sliding two fingertips gently down one of Vera's silver breasts, the enslaved woman giving a soft 'mmf' as the duchess tweaks her nipple. "I'll pay you for her when you return, of course, and if you meet the bonus conditions, pay you the price quoted and half again, as with any other females. But if you fail, she becomes mine without giving you so much as a red copper, and thus we still part on good terms all the same." She turns towards you, quirking an eyebrow. "Deal?"\n\nThis, you don't like the sound of as much. But, you also get the feeling it might be bad for your health to refuse. You nod once. "Sounds like a deal."\n\n"Wonderful. The maid will have a contract for you to sign at the door. I will see you in two weeks and one day from today."\n\nNodding again, you look at Vera. "This woman is your owner now. You will obey her loyally and without question for the rest of your life." 'As long as it doesn't conflict with any of the orders I've given you,' you add mentally.\n\nThere's only the briefest shudder that passes through the gleaming woman's body, before her head slumps a little and she murmurs, "Yes, Mistress."\n\n"My my, that's quite the domination spell you've got on her." Lady Thastra's voice has almost turned into a purr now as she steps forward, now rather more shamelessly running her hands over Vera's gleaming body. "I can certainly work with it. Thank you, I'm looking forward to what you turn up even more now. But if you don't mind, could I bid you good day...?"\n\n"Of course. Lady," you add, bowing briefly before turning and walking out, grinning as you hear the sound of panties tearing and Vera gasping behind you.\n\nThe elf girl does indeed have a contract, and you spend a few minutes reading it over, politely ignoring the sounds of gasping and moaning coming from the back of the house. (You can smell rubber and leather... guess they've at least got modern strapon technology in this world.) Once you're sure it says just what Thastra and you agreed to, you sign your name and then head out, already carefully thinking out how to handle the next two weeks without giving away that you already have a pair of half-dragons waiting in your room to any potential spies.\n\nThe first thing is that you can't be seen out and about in the city too often... it has to be believable that you've gone somewhere to communicate with your agents and await delivery of the product. To this end, after the first day or two, you initially use spells like Invisibility if you feel the desire to get out of the Thoroughbred (whose staff are now fairly thoroughly under your control to the point that you're 99% certain they won't inform on you). That becomes inconvenient, so you quickly hit upon a much better idea... simply using shapeshifting to move about the city as someone else. You have plenty of spells that can alter your appearance as thoroughly as you might wish, and even one that lets you blend in with the crowds rather effortlessly. You soon even devise a sort of 'secret identity' for yourself, Hyacinth. The brilliance of your Hyacinth identity is that she's a slave... not a broken dirty one, but the kind wearing mostly decorative cuffs and collar, and nice clothes. You don't go too all-out... the slaves that dress like rich people are too few in number, too many people would be likely to ask you who your master is. But Hyacinth wears plain, tasteful collar and cuffs, and simple but nice dresses... slaves like that, who are basically menial employees with the technicality of not being paid but who are otherwise free to go about as they please, are a dime a dozen in Chensport.\n\nThen there's how to hide the fact that you already have a pair of half-dragons in your inn room. At first you take to using invisibility spells on them and ordering them to stand completely still in the corner while you're out, but that becomes tiresome, plus you're not entirely certain how well it would work if someone really did break in and start searching the room. Then you strike upon a much better idea. You don't know the spells yourself, but it's easy enough to craft the appearance of a passing-through wizard and visit a store that sells scrolls to pick up a pair of Reduce Person scrolls, and a pair of Flesh to Stone scrolls (and of course a pair of Stone to Flesh scrolls for later). And soon rather than a pair of surly, dominated half-dragons in your room, the headboard of your bed simply features a pair of halfling-sized half-dragon-esque gargoyles at either end.\n\nOne night as you sit in a tavern having a drink (no one thinks it odd when a slave of your level has a bit of money to spend on eating out, apparently it's relatively common for some owners to give their slaves some equivalent of allowance), you realize that about a week and a half has passed. Obviously you've been keeping an eye on the date, but it sinks in a bit more that your deadline is coming up... and that, if you want the bonus, you need one more half-dragon. Hm. Obviously it isn't exactly difficult for you to make one... basically all you really need is something to turn into one. You could technically turn a few dragon scales from the spell catalyst shop into a half-dragon if you wanted, but even with your 'cheat staff' as you've come to think of it, you're not entirely certain if you could make that permanent. No, a warm body of the same general size would be the best thing, if you want to actually get the bonus. ... Then again, you're kind of having fun taking it easy and laying low. Even without the bonus there'd be plenty of money to live in luxury forever, why push it? \n\n'Because you could always live in <i>more</i> luxury,' part of your brain whispers, the stripes you don't currently have itching a little. Which is... a point.\n\n<hr>\n[[Make another half-dragon.|GGTief2x7]]\n\n[[Skip it.|GGTief]]

The allure of getting to properly customize the appearance of your monsters is pretty much the deciding factor. As much as you love gacha, you love artistically tweaking things more. So you spend a little while going through the potentials... luckily, there's no sign of being invaded any time soon, you guess the tutorial doesn't consider you to be done enough yet. You do some comparison of prices, and checking the help popups even (gasp) to determine what would be best.\n\nAlright, so... looks like your best options are an Orc, a Dragonewt, or a Golem. Orcs would be good because their Boss Monster discount applies to a ton of other monsters that fall into the 'Goblinoid' classification... the only real drawback is that there's not a lot of more powerful versions going upward, so longterm you wouldn't get much of a discount on buying an upgraded Boss. The Dragonewt, though, gives a discount on all 'Draconid' monsters... which includes dragons. There's not a ton of weaker monsters in that classification, but longterm it means that buying an actual Dragon could be <i>much</i> cheaper than otherwise. And then there's the Golem... you're pretty sure that you could afford a fairly decent one, even with upgrading it, and it offers the bonuses of being vastly more customizable than either of the other options and of giving a much more massive discount on buying other golems <i>and</i> having a ton of both weaker and more powerful options, since making a Golem is essentially a point-buy system anyway.\n\nAny of the options would leave you with a good amount left over to do some customization on the dungeon, such as making the Captive Room harder to access and adding a few traps, though the Dragonewt would be the most expensive. So which one to go with...?\n\n<hr>\n[[Orc.|GGDungeon]]\n\n[[Dragonewt.|GGDungeon]]\n\n[[Golem.|GGDungeon4x5]]

Yeah, really seems like the Golem is the best investment of the lot, when you think about it. Besides, you read a light novel series where one of the biggest ways the insanely OP protagonist became insanely OP was by using golems... you doubt this game will let you get away with being quite as cheap with it as he was, but you can see plenty of options available in the menu that would still let you cheese plenty.\n\nAfter some comparison shopping, you decide to invest in making your first golem a Lesser Steel Golem... that is, a layer of steel over wood. While not as durable as an actual solid steel golem would be, it's also considerably cheaper, plus to your mind the extra benefits of it being lighter and more agile make up for that. After all, it will still be more durable than an adventurer wearing steel armor. Speaking of, you also knock some points off by reducing it from its default of Large to a more humanish Medium... you already know where you're going with this, after all, you think with a smirk. You invest those points (and some extra) back in by buying the golem the ability to use weapons, speak, and have a basic personality. You also use some on giving it some extra 'accessories' before finally getting down to the business of customizing its appearance.\n\nFinally, when you're satisfied, you hit the 'Spawn' button. There's a flicker, before the new Lesser Steel Golem appears in front of you. Though you designed molded silver hair framing the golem's head, you decided to leave the face a smooth, curved, almost mirror-polished plane of steel... an aesthetic that you decided was both pretty and hopefully more intimidating to adventurers. You gave the torso a mildly exaggerated feminine proportion, with large, full curved breasts capped by molded steel nipples and a wasp waste curving out into round hips... still well within actual human proportions, though, not too cartoonish, you muse in satisfaction as you take in the solidified results of your work. Speaking of hips, the golem's are obviously ball-jointed, as are its knees, elbows, ankles, and wrists. In fact you made most of the body's articulation as doll-like as possible, shown off in gleaming metal.\n\nOh hey, there's an idea. You saw that naming monsters gave various benefits, and was almost mandatory for Boss Monsters, so you announce aloud, "Your name is Gleam."\n\n"Yes, my Lord," Gleam replies in a near-monotone, raising its hand to its forehead in a salute, metal-clad fingers clicking against metal-clad bangs.\n\nYou use the menu to set Gleam as the dungeon's Boss Monster, and notice that its stats rise... not a huge amount, but then you are basically a 'Starter Dungeon' right now, according to the tutorial as your dungeon grows larger, more complex, and more famous, your Boss Monster's bonuses will grow. To that end you should probably get to work getting the dungeon ready for adventurers...\n\n... but first!\n\nYou use the menu to teleport yourself and Gleam back to your Lord Lair, and quickly strip off your clothes, your cock jutting out stiff already. You're not sure if your current eagerness is because you're now a part demon teenage boy, or if it's just that you are, y'know, a teenager, but you settle down on the edge of the bed and spend a moment finding an option you saw earlier in the menu... the music player. Apparently you can play music from your computer for free in your Lair (though if you wanted to play music in the dungeon you'd have to buy and place items to broadcast it). Making a selection of something sexy, you grin and sit back, already starting to lightly stroke yourself, and make use of one of the relatively cheap skills you bought for your new golem. "Dance for me, Gleam."\n\n"Of course, my Lord," Gleam answers evenly, immediately placing its hands behinds its head and arching its back to jut those large steel tits out, starting to swing its hips lewdly in time to the music. In fact, it's the exact dance that usually goes with this song in MMD videos, you realize, and is executed to the same programmed perfection as in those videos, which is a pretty impressive feat. (Well, unless the game designers just downloaded MMD files for the Dance skill, you guess.) Still, Gleam's dancing is quite sexy, swinging its pretty feminine hips and occasionally smoothly turning to slowly sway the equally perfect ass you designed for it in somewhat slower motions. The dance definitely shows off the perfect articulation of those doll joints, steel balls shining in the torchlight as they move with the golem's provocative display.\n\nIt doesn't take you long, though, before you're sufficiently riled up by the dance to instead scoot back on the bed and lay back. "Now come ride me, Gleam."\n\n"My pleasure, my Lord," Gleam replies breezily, walking over and unhesitatingly stepping up onto the bed, which creaks warningly under its weight. Yeah, definitely a good thing you didn't get a full Steel Golem, for this reason if nothing else. It moves to stand with its feet on either side of your waist, giving you a great view up along its entire glittering metal-clad body... and as the panels at its crotch slide apart, displaying the black rubber hole between its legs. (The 'hidden treasure door' was actually so expensive that you felt compelled to go cheap on the onahole to equip it with, but you just couldn't resist the appeal of it.) Hands tucked behind its head again, Gleam lowers itself onto you with perfect balance, ball-jointed knees bending smoothly and articulated toes shifting to maintain its ramrod-straight course as it guides its rubber hole onto your cock.\n\nYou moan eagerly as Gleam starts riding you with genuine machine precision, motions as smooth, reliable, and regular as a well-tuned motor piston. Not to mention, perfectly timed to the beat of the music, which again you have to admit is impressive. 'This was definitely worth picking a guy character,' you think a bit faintly as you gaze down your flat chest to watch those shiny steel hips move, the black rubber surrounded by polished wood engulfing your prick again and again. Half on impulse you reach up and put your hands on Gleam's breasts... of course you can't exactly squeeze them since they're a solid layer of metal over almost equally solid wood, but still stroking the cool, smooth, glorious curves and feeling the permanently stiff nipples press into your palms and across the undersides of your fingers is stimulating, to say the least.\n\n"My Lord did an amazing job on my breasts," the faceless golem speaks up, as smooth and calm-sounding as before despite the seemingly eager speed of its fucking atop you. "My Lord is a true artist."\n\n"Th-thanks," you moan out, just before you empty your balls into that smooth, slick rubber pussy. You guess being complimented in the midst of fucking was a little too much, especially on one of the skills you really do pride yourself on. (... Art in general, but yes you're rather proud of doing good boobs.)\n\nYou continue to let Gleam ride you for a few moments even once you've cum, just sort of carrying through the sensation, before ordering it back to the floor, which it unhesitatingly does, standing up and at the ready as if it hadn't just been riding your dick, the panels clicking back closed over its black rubber fuckhole. Huffing, you get up and clean yourself, then redress. After browsing the menu a bit, you spawn a broadsword and shield (both of the same general quality as the Prizeblade, since that's about the best you can do right now without running out of funds to actually set up the dungeon) and have Gleam equip them, the golem settling both at its back where they just cling as if magnetized. (Hey, for all you know they are.) "Alright, time to get to work," you declare aloud.\n\n"Yes, my Lord," Gleam agrees, with just the faintest hint of eagerness in its voice.\n\nTime just seems to fly by as you pretty much exhaust the rest of your LP setting up your dungeon... in some ways it feels like days pass. In the back of your mind at a few points you wonder exactly how you should be judging the passage of time in VR, before each time becoming distracted and getting back to work, much as you do in any truly absorbing game. Who cares, if you play too long someone will interrupt you eventually, right? Though you hope they don't. Anyway, you not only put the Captive Room behind a hidden door, you make it slightly larger, and add a quartet of what you decide to call 'Golem Frames'. You took wooden golems and made their bodies X-shaped, then spent some points to replace their feet with another pair of hands, and upgrade all four hands to iron, positioning them on the front of the points of the X. The brilliance of this, you think smugly, is that not only will they work just as well at holding adventurers as the actual X-frame captive room devices would, the adventurers trying to get out or anyone trying to free an adventurer from one will count as fighting a monster, making it much more difficult.\n\nYou only buy a couple of simple traps, spreading them around the main corridor, which you lengthen and give a few more twists and turns, and a few false offshoots. For your own forces you mostly buy some basic golems (only bothering to give them general implications of human curvature, either male or female, unlike Gleam's more prominent attributes), though you go ahead and spend the points to give them weapon skills and create some very basic weapons for them. The tutorial suggests that if you make a certain kind of creature enough that you'll eventually unlock spawners for them, which encourages you to keep giving the golems weapon proficiency... hopefully that means eventually you'll be able to get spawners for weapon-using golems without needing to specify that. Plus to your mind it makes sense... heroes might balk at a dungeon made up entirely of relatively tougher-than-usual monsters such as golems, but if they all carry sellable equipment (even if it's effectively vendor trash) then that's a different story.\n\nYou make a few more small offshoot rooms, just populating them with different golems... don't want to make things too difficult right off the bat, you're obviously supposed to stay a starter dungeon for a bit. (Plus you're betting the game would punish you if you gamed it too much... if your dungeon got too powerful right off the bat, you bet you'd get strong adventurers that could breeze through it, then get pissed about the lame reward and poison your reputation.) You wind up sprinkling around about eight golems, most of them not too tough, and of course assign Gleam to the final room to guard the Prize Item.\n\nPretty much as you suspected, not long after you assign Gleam to the last room, you get an alert on your monitor that adventurers are approaching your dungeon. You use the 'Surveillance' ability to pop open a screen looking out from the entrance, and see a duo coming up the rise towards the entrance. As pretty a blonde-haired blue-eyed pair of cloth-and-leather clad lowbies as you're likely to see. Boyfriend and girlfriend? No, probably brother and sister, you decide as they get closer. Twins probably, even... not only do they look a lot alike, but their hair is even cut similarly, straight across the forehead and at the bottom, hers just coming to just past her shoulders instead of his top-of-the-neck length. They're either twins or the game makers cheaped out on generating characters, you muse as they approach, and nothing else about this sim has seemed 'cheap' so far, so you're betting siblings.\n\nThey stop at the entrance and spend a moment speaking to each other, pointing and gesturing at the dungeon. You can't hear them... apparently getting full audiovisual options is something that you only get at higher levels... but it's easy enough to gather that they're affirming to each other that they really have found a dungeon and whether or not they should go in. That argument seems to be rapidly settled when the girl points out the Respawn Point, and with a nod they both draw their short swords and venture inside. As they actually enter the tunnel, you can feel a sort of change in the dungeon, enough that you can tell something's altered... a faint tension, like you're already in the midst of battle or something. You also see a pair of red bars appear over their heads... HP bars? Probably.\n\n"Alright, Gleam, remember, we want to capture them, not kill them," you say to your Boss Monster.\n\n"You do not need to remind me, my Lord," Gleam replies with just the faintest hint of reproach in its calm voice.\n\nYou guess a golem with a personality must pride itself on its robot-like devotion to its orders. Shrugging, you pop back to your Lair to create a nice big viewscreen to watch the adventurers advance on.\n\nMuch as you suspected, the pair don't have a whole lot of trouble with the Wicker Golems roaming the main hallway. (You were a little surprised 'Wicker' was actually an available construction material for golems, but apparently it's still pretty strong, the pair have to do a fair amount of hacking to inflict enough damage to defeat the golems.) Also much as you suspected, the pair eagerly gather up the simple iron weapons the golems were equipped with. They do have a little more trouble when they wander into one of the offshoot rooms and encounter a full-fledged Wooden Golem, but that seems to spur them to use actual teamwork (which, you have to admit, is damn near flawless, so yeah they gotta be twins for that trope to be in effect). Once they're focusing like that, they make pretty fast work of the Wood Golem too, and seem further encouraged by its slightly better gear, even apparently having a short discussion over who will replace their own short sword with the golem's slightly longer one. The girl apparently wins, looking slightly smug as they continue. You 'tch' slightly as they manage to avoid the traps, mostly by pure chance it looks like... you'll have to place them a little bit better after this. (Or just focus on adding more golems.)\n\nThey go on to another offshoot room where they defeat another wooden golem, and of course the guy now has a slightly improved sword of his own. 'Oh yeah, guys, enjoy the fun starter dungeon while it lasts,' you think smugly. You're not too worried about the cost of the golems they're destroying... you're getting a slow trickle of LP from them being here, and you figure you'll continue to get some more once you've put them through the slime transformer. They apparently decide to avoid the next wood golem they spot, more from boredom than thinking they can't take it, to judge by the looks on their faces. And thus their explorations bring them to the last room.\n\nGleam is waiting for them, standing so that the Prize Item pillar with its sword is visible behind it, but that it's clearly between them and the prize. As they enter the room, it gives its sword several loud clangs against its shield, then drops into a ready stance. Both adventurers look rather intimidated... and a little flustered, to judge by the pink across the bridges of their nose and the tips of their ears. Gleam is, after all, both a much more intimidating and far more blatantly sexual specimen than the wood golems. (Hm, you wonder if once the dungeon gets a reputation, you should tone down Gleam or make the other golems hornier? ... Eh, you can decide later.) But apparently their earlier success has given them enough confidence that even the sight of a potent opponent doesn't dissuade them, and they settle into their own stances before charging.\n\nAlmost instantly you wince as Gleam just absolutely tears into them, knocking aside their sword strokes with its shield hard enough that it shaves a little bit off their HP bars. Too, the slashes of her sword slice through their armor as she counterattacks, shaving much larger portions off their red bars. Oof, can she even <i>see</i> how much damage she's doing?! ... You realize suddenly she might not, the HP bars might actually only be visible to you as the Lord. Crap! If so, she might kill them in just a few more strikes! You feverishly consider using most of your current LP to make a merciful weapon and pop in to handle things yourself, rather than miss out on this opportunity to play with the amazing toy you've been sitting on since you spun the gacha...\n\n<hr>\n[[Quick, do it!|GGDungeon12x1]]\n\n[[Micromanaging is for jerks.|GGDungeon4x6]]

You force yourself to take a deep, calming breath. Gleam said it knew its job, you shouldn't be a dick and assume it'll screw it up. At least until it screws it up once.\n\nAlthough you're much relieved as after a few moments, when the now rather pressed-looking pair are reduced to about a third of their HP bars, Gleam puts away the sword and shield and raises its fists instead. The adventurers briefly seem confused by this, but also heartened as they renew their attack and actually seem to be scoring some hits now. You make a bit of a face, since they actually are shaving off bits of Gleam's HP... but not very much. And the punches and strikes she's using seem to be knocking the adventurers around quite a bit, and doing smaller but steadier amounts of damage, while adding a small but growing yellow bar from the other end. Ah, that must be nonlethal damage... and you're betting when the reduction of the red bar and the increase of the yellow bar meet...\n\nAs predicted, when the sister's bar shows only yellow on one of Gleam's strikes, she's knocked to the ground and sprawls immobile, text reading 'Defeated' appearing above the bar. That seems to drive her brother harder, attacking Gleam with a renewed intensity, but it doesn't do him any good. In another two blows of the golem's fist, he too is knocked down and defeated. Grinning, you decide to go ahead and pop over to the Captive Room.\n\nIt takes a few minutes, but Gleam enters through the secure door you added to the room proper, dragging the unconscious adventurers by an ankle in each hand, which she drops before saluting you. The pair of Wood Golems you added as servants (and guards) just for the Captive Room come over and pick the pair of adventurers up, lifting them onto the Golem Frames and pressing their wrists and ankles into the grasping metal hands.\n\nYou notice that they now both have new bars under their HP bars, a green one and a blue one, both of which are full. Hm, you're going to guess the green one is probably Stamina or something, and the Blue one is probably mental strength... now being provided to you to show how close they are to breaking, should that be your desire. Of course you have a much more reliable method, you think as you give the transformation device a fond look.\n\nYou also give Gleam a fond look. "Good job! You did perfectly."\n\n"Of course, my Lord," she answers evenly.\n\n<hr>\n[[Offer her a reward.|GGDungeon4x7]]\n\n[[Move on.|GGDungeon]]

Maybe you're feeling magnanimous, or just want to test the limits of the game, because you say, "In fact you did such a good job, I'll give you a reward. What would you like?"\n\nGleam stands there for a moment, seeming to stare at you with its lack of a face, before saying, "I would like you to add the Awakened skill to me, my Lord."\n\n"Oh?" You blink. "What would that change?"\n\n"I would become a 'full sentient' monster, and my memories would be retained if I were to be respawned after defeat," Gleam explains. "I would also become slightly more powerful, and be able to actively make decisions and offer suggestions to you, my Lord." There's a brief pause, then it adds, "I would also be able to experience genuine pleasure from serving you."\n\nYou raise your eyebrows. Huh... interesting addition there at the last. So adding Awakened would let Gleam actually enjoy being fucked rather than simply taking pride in following the order to be fucked? You're a bit surprised that it not only knows that but would want that... but then maybe asking questions like that just activates part of the tutorial or whatever. Curious, you open the menu and browse to Gleam's page, looking up the option for adding skills, and make a face as you find Awakened.\n\nIt's apparently a pretty expensive skill to add to a golem. In fact, it would take every last LP you've got left right now, including the ones you got from defeating the adventurers just now. That would leave you unable to replace the monsters they defeated... well, initially. You're guessing you can get some LP back from taking some of their gear, and supposedly they'll keep earning it even after you've transformed them. Plus, at worst, you could spread out the golems you have left, and add the pair you have in here now, if you have to.\n\n... Sigh. Well, you basically already said you would by offering, no point in backing out now. Shrugging a little, you tap the skill and hit the 'Add' button.\n\nGleam can't exactly blink, since she doesn't have eyes, but you still get the impression anyway. Her head turns back and forth and her back, if possible, straightens further. Then she nods, and says in a still largely monotone, but somewhat warmer voice than before, "Thank you, my Lord."\n\n"Welcome." Ah well, it did boost her stats too, so overall it definitely seems worth it.\n\nAbout then, you hear a pair of stereo groans, and look over to see the twins coming around in near-unison. They quickly realize that they're being restrained, and start struggling against their bonds before they're even fully aware. You stand there letting them tire themselves out just a little (the green bar goes down very slightly, reaffirming your guess that it's their Stamina), until they finally stop and wind up staring at you.\n\n"Yo," you call smugly, lifting a hand in greeting.\n\n"Wh-... who are you?" the brother demands.\n\n"Name's Cyan, I'm the Dungeon Lord," you say, since you can't see much reason it matters. Even if they eventually leave someday, telling people you exist isn't really an issue, since you don't plan to come to the dungeon and fight. "Aaaand what are your names?" They both just glare at you in silence, prompting you to shrug. "Oh, c'mon, I can't steal your souls or something with just your first names. May as well."\n\n"... Toren," the brother mutters.\n\n"Tonya," the sister says a moment later.\n\nWhen they speak, the names pop into being above their bars. Nice, this UI is pretty convenient, now you don't have to worry about forgetting. "Alrighty, guys, welcome to captivity," you say breezily, which makes them flinch. "In fact, welcome to... your fate!" you add grandly, gesturing to the Slime Transformer.\n\nBoth of them had apparently been fixated on you and Gleam before, but now they look over and start at the sight of the imposing structure, starting to look significantly less defiant and significantly more worried. "What... what is that?" Tonya asks before she can stop herself, flinching slightly again since she apparently feels she showed weakness. Which she did.\n\nNot that it matters. "Like I said, your fate," you repeat breezily. "Mostly I'm trying to decide who goes first for maximum fun. No, no, don't start up any 'take me' crap,' you add as both of their mouths open, then rather sheepishly close. "I'm not gonna listen to any pleading, this thing's been burning a hole in my mental dungeon to be used and I'm gonna use it on whoever I want first. Now let's seeeeeeee..." You glance back and forth between the terrified twins, genuinely trying to make up your mind. "I think first will beeee..."\n\n<hr>\n[["... Tonya."|GGDungeon4x8]]\n\n[["... Toren."|GGDungeon]]

"Who... are you?"\n\nYou blink, opening and closing your mouth a few times. "Um, Cyan. Listen, this is all a misunderstanding, I just-"\n\n"She's a demon, she goes to the block, same as the rest," the archangel standing nearby declares, scowling at you.\n\n"... That seems entirely reasonable, actually," the other angel agrees with a nod.\n\n"Oh f--- you!" you blurt, then open and close your mouth a few times in shock and outrage before you can continue. "Wait, you're gonna kill us <i>and</i> we can't even swear about it?! Heaven is s---!" you declare as you're manhandled over to the line of other prisoners.\n\n"My infernals are smiling at me, angels," one of the demons declares as he willingly marches to the block, kneeling down and resting his head on the block willingly. "Can you say the same?!"\n\n'That barely even makes sense,' you think flatly as you watch the silver flame-wreathed axe wielded by the largest of the angels come down, and the demon's head go toppling into a surprisingly pristine-looking basket.\n\n"Next! That one!" the archangel declares, pointing at you.\n\nA little shakily, you walk forward, wincing as one of the other angels thumps the back of your knees to get you to drop down, then shoves you forward over the block, your tits hanging down and your ass in the air, and your neck resting right in the notch on the golden cube. 'It's fine, it's fine, okay, this is just some weird meta-reference, right about now some not-Alduin will come along and-'\n\n<i>THNK.</i>\n\nYou're rather distracted as your view suddenly goes topsy-turvy, terminating in a sudden thud as you find yourself staring up at the truncated end of your own neck.\n\nOh.\n\n<b>Cyan in Hell</b> end - <i>Not that kind of reference</i>

Mm... know what, the combination of high luck and that free gacha pull has thoroughly tempted you to crossplay. It should be... interesting... considering how immersive this VR is, but hey. That can have its own fun in this too, right? In fact, you're grinning a bit as you step through the pane.\n\nThe room seems to basically contract around you, turning into a similar stone cube lit by torches, just smaller, more, well, room sized. There's a simple, low wood-framed bed with what you're guessing is a straw mattress on it, a simple table in the corner with an equally simple chair in front of it, and a plain metal basin filled with water that you're guessing serves as a tub, to judge by the size.\n\n'Not exactly luxurious,' you think as you look around, before a new pane appears in front of you, apparently serving as a mirror. You blink a few times at the reflection, then down at yourself, before patting your chest a few times. ... Yup, goodbye, girls. You're flat as a board. Looking back up at the mirror, you purse your lips a little as you look yourself over. You still look like yourself for the most part, or at least to you the similarity is obvious, though your hair is a bit messier than before (but has retained its blue tips, at least, putting you at least <i>slightly</i> above the usual generic black-haired protag). Almost lost in your bangs are a pair of stubby little black horns poking out from your forehead... in fact it would probably be pretty easy to deliberately hide them. You do seem kind of average overall, not exactly helped along by the ultra-plain standard getup of a long-sleeved white shirt in standard fantasy cut and the equally standard pair of pants in an unappealing green shade. Ugh, you're going to have to spend some points on some new clothes as soon as possible.\n\n'Hm, actually,' you muse, turning back and forth. Though your looks have definitely sort of been... well, blanded a little... you've retained enough of your own feminine looks that you bet you'd make a pretty cute crossdresser. ... Oh hey, hidden bonus of playing a guy, now it's actually lewd if you crossdress! You're thinking on that a bit smugly when the mirror disappears and a new window pops up on the wall in front of the table, making it seem even more like a desk.\n\nYou glance at the mirror, then down at yourself again. ... Hnnnh, you kind of want to take your different equipment for a bit of a quick test drive, but the tutorial calls! ... Nah, fuck it, you can take a second to try this out. You kick off the plain boots you're wearing and shuck down the lame pants and... hm! Well, most of your appearance stats might be average, but apparently that doesn't translate into a completely average dick! It may not be 'porn star' big, you muse as you sit down on the bed and start urging your new dick to stiffness with a hand wrapped around it, but it's... ... well, it's the biggest dick you've ever had attached to you, so there's that.\n\nThe unfamiliar sensations send pleasant tingles through you as you stroke, the simple, direct pleasure from just a hand pumping up and down making you huff a bit. 'This is all it takes to get guys off? Fucking lucky,' you think with a soft moan as you start jerking yourself faster.\n\nIt doesn't take you very long to cum, considering this is your first time with a dick, and it definitely seems to be on more of a hair trigger than any orgasm you've ever coaxed out of yourself as a girl. (Well, mostly, there was that one time when... um, nevermind.) You mewl a little as you fire out long ropes of cum, what you're pretty sure is a load that is <i>definitely</i> more suited to porn, or maybe pornographic animation, as you shoot out over the edge of the bed and onto the floor.\n\n'... Hope that despawns later,' you think a bit blearily, unable to help letting out a snicker, before quickly pulling your pants and boots back on. Right, tutorial! Your mind now a bit more clear (so this is the male post-nut clarity, hm?), you sit down in the chair and take a look at the screen.\n\n'Welcome to your Lord Lair! This secure room is accessible only to you and whoever you choose to bring here. (Adventurers must first be defeated or surrender before being brought to the Lair.) From here you can monitor your dungeon, alter your dungeon, and rest in peace and safety. While no adventurers are present in your dungeon, you can teleport to any part of it from here, although when adventurers are invading you may only teleport to the Boss Room.\n\nAs Dungeon Lord, one of the first things you will need to do is summon a monster to set as your dungeon's Boss Monster, the final challenge of your dungeon. Boss Monsters gain improved stats, and respawn if defeated (although the Repowerment Quest must be completed first, more on that later). You will also need to choose whether to set a Respawn Point. Let's teleport to the opening of your dungeon to do so now.'\n\nThe screen switches to what you're guessing is a map of your dungeon and... oof. It's a long, straight hallway with only two rooms coming off of it, before ending in a larger room at the end, with a green sword icon in the center of that one. Not giving you much to start with, are they? Anyway, an arrow has appeared pointing at the entrance of the dungeon, and tapping there pops up a mini-menu with several options, including 'Teleport', which you select.\n\nYou're standing (well actually you fall on your ass and have to scramble to your feet) at the foot of what's either a small mountain or a large hill, you're not sure, but what has to be the opening of your dungeon is visible set in the side of it, notable by the ring of obviously deliberately-set stones instead of just looking like a cave. The ground slopes gently down towards a forest, and if you squint (wow you have great eyesight in this game) waaay off in the distance you can see some plumes of smoke and rooftops that indicates there's probably a village or small city a relatively short distance away.\n\nAs you're considering that, another popup window appears, though when you turn towards it you notice there's also a translucent red square on the ground below it, just to one side of the entrance. \n\n'You can set a Respawn Point anywhere outside of the dungeon proper that you control, or anywhere inside designated as a safe area. This is an optional feature of your dungeon that will cause any adventurers killed inside it to reappear at the nearest respawn point, alive and whole (albeit without any gear or items).\n\nBonuses of adding a respawn point: Adventurers will be less cautious and not fight as hard in the dungeon, may make multiple attempts within a short period of time and therefore earn you more LP for much less effort defeating them.\n\nDrawbacks of adding a respawn point: Defeating adventurers earns slightly less LP, treasure that draws in higher value adventurers will be more expensive.'\n\nWow, even a respawn mechanic? But you can see the appeal... obviously more adventurers would be willing to risk your dungeon if they're more certain that they'll come out alive, just embarrassed and a bit poorer for the attempt. (Plus it kind of tickles you to think of watching adventurers doing naked corpse runs through your dungeon trying to get their stuff back.) On the other hand it sounds like it will be more work to lure in better adventurers... you can see the balance mechanics of that, better rewards require genuine risk, and you'd have to work a lot harder to lay out bait that would attract the adventurers that would give you the most LP for defeating them. Plus, y'know... do you want to be the really lethal, wicked sort of dungeon lord, or do you want to show some mercy?\n\n<hr>\n[[Activate the Respawn Point.|GGDungeon4x2]]\n\n[[Don't set a Respawn Point.|GGDungeon]]

Hm... for right now you'll go with letting adventurers respawn, you think as you move the square around to get it to turn green, making a face at the limited placement opportunities. It's basically one side of the entrance or the other... you guess that's as much influence beyond the actual confines of the dungeon as you have right now. You pick the left side, and the square materializes into a small platform of smooth white marble. You eye it for a moment, thinking of some of the fun possibilities that respawning heroes could offer in the future, before turning and heading inside.\n\nThe tunnel winds just slightly back and forth and at a light downward angle, without much to look at other than the torches on the walls. Twice you come to branches, and check the map so that you can examine the rooms they lead to... nope, nothing to see, just your basic sort of ten-by-ten rooms suitable for putting an orc and a treasure chest in. So you head down the main pathway, and eventually emerge into what's apparently the Boss Room. \n\nIt isn't quite big enough to be called 'Cavernous', but it definitely is fairly large. Not 'you could fit a dragon in here' large, quite, but maybe a minotaur or something. Like the tunnel it's just a plain stone thing, practically a cube albeit with curved corners at the ceiling, and a few floor sconces as well as torches set in the wall, to keep the pedestal in the center lit enough you presume.\n\nSaid pedestal has a fairly shiny-looking sword thrust blade-down into it, full 'Whomsoever pullet out this sword' style. It's a nice-looking, fairly standard broadsword, and seems to be the only thing in the room.\n\nAs you draw closer to examine it, a pair of popup windows appears, one showing weapon info like a fairly standard inventory screen thing, the other obviously part of the tutorial.\n\n'Prizeblade\n+ Medium-low damage, medium-low accuracy\n+Accepts enchantments\n+Can be upgraded'\n\nSo yup, this is... starter equipment. Definitely the sort of thing you get at the end of the tutorial that's slightly better than whatever junk you had before, and with a bit of investment can carry you until you can use it to get some really good gear, but the sort of stuff you throw away to save storage space by mid-game (if you're not sentimental). Shaking your head a bit, you look at the tutorial window.\n\n'This is your dungeon's Prize Item. Every dungeon has one, and you can set whatever item you can acquire or spawn as your Prize Item freely (with a cooldown of one month). The goal of most adventurers that enter your dungeon will be to take the Prize Item, as it will be assumed to be the most valuable thing in your dungeon (thus setting a low value Prize Item is inadvisable... your dungeon will be assumed to have no high value items and attract only "trash mob" adventurers). If the Prize Item is successfully removed from the dungeon, the dungeon will shut down. No dungeon functions or lord powers (except teleportation) will work until a Repowerment Quest is completed and a new Prize Item is set.\n\nTypically the Prize Item is kept in the Boss Room, but that is at the lord's discretion. The Prize Item must be both accessible and retrievable to adventurers.'\n\nAh, so that's what it meant by the earlier mention of a Repowerment Quest. Your boss monster would basically stay dead until you finished it so that your dungeon would work again. Seems kind of rough, your entire dungeon shutting down and losing most of your abilities just because adventurers managed to snag something and escape with it, but then you guess that's to encourage you to actually, y'know, stop them. Plus you guess plenty of adventurers would take other loot and leave, at least sometimes... if you had any other loot to offer right now.\n\nThe tutorial window has switched to saying 'It is now suggested that you summon a monster to set as your dungeon's Boss. Monsters can be set as the Boss freely, as long as undefeated adventurers are not currently in the dungeon.'\n\nThe word 'summon' reminds you, though... you have a free pull on the Ultra Gacha! Excitedly shifting through the menus, you divert over to the Gacha option, which prompts the tutorial to pop up another explanation.\n\n'The gacha contains dungeon monsters, treasure, and useful items. While not guaranteed to get your LP's worth every time, most gacha contents are at least as valuable as the cost of spinning, just randomized. Each gacha has a randomly-selected batch of keywords from which you can select one... the only way to refresh these keywords is by using the gacha.'\n\nThere are four levels... Bronze, Silver, Gold, and Ultra, and sure enough Ultra is selectable, glowing faintly above the other three. You tap it, and are treated to a screen of calligraphy-style keyword modifiers and a sparkling, shimmering banner with prismatic colors constantly playing over it. Oh yeah, you're getting a happy fun brain chemical hit just <i>looking</i> at that thing!\n\n... Actually you're getting a bit of a hardon too. Man, that's enough for a teenage guy? You have a bit more sympathy now.\n\nAhem! Anyway. Right, right, the keywords to modify your gacha selection. You can only pick one, but apparently in accordance with the fact that it's the Ultra level gacha, the keywords are pretty specific and varied. Obviously you feel like you should pick one that's likely to spawn a monster to set as the Boss, but, well... you've got LP. You can summon something else if you decide one of the others is too tempting!\n\n<hr>\n[['Dragon'|GGDungeon]]\n\n[['Succubus'|GGDungeon]]\n\n[['Legendary Weapon'|GGDungeon]]\n\n[['Epic Device'|GGDungeon4x3]]\n\n[['Flawless Trap'|GGDungeon]]\n\n[['Glorious Tome'|GGDungeon13x1]]\n\n[['Peerless Treasure'|GGDungeon]]\n\n[['Queen'|GGDungeon]]

You've got enough LP that you could do some pulls on the lesser gachas or just directly spawn a monster from the menu (according to the tutorial anyway). May as well try to set yourself up with some good accessories first, which is what you're assuming a 'device' is. Selecting that option, you take a moment to savor the building excitement, then tap the glorious gacha launch banner.\n\nThe swirling circle of prismatic light on the floor, flinging off purple sparkles, phantom golden feathers, and a bunch of other effects is just as impressive and addiction-forming as you might have expected, the same when it shoots up into a column of light that goes all the way to the ceiling. So you're mildly disappointed when all that forms in the center is what looks like some sort of card, slowly turning around in the air, revealed as shiny and black with an image and text on one side as the summon effects fade. You reach out to snag it, taking a look at the picture, which looks like some sort of platform with a statue of a somewhat generic yet imposing monster's head looming over it, mouth gaping open.\n\n'Absolute Transformation Slimer' reads the title text below it. Huh, well it certainly sounds impressive!\n\n'The Absolute Transformation Slimer can turn a defeated adventurer into virtually anything (equal or lesser in power/value than the dungeon's Boss Monster). Both physical and mental transformations are possible. Depending on the type of transformation used, transformed heroes count as both captives and dungeon monsters, allowing them to earn LP for the dungeon and to be used for defense; when defeated, adventurers transformed into monsters can either be respawned as monsters or allowed to use the adventurer respawner to return to (mostly) normal, as the Lord desires.'\n\nAh, and there's one last line in red, which explains why you got the card instead of the item itself appearing: 'This item can only be placed in a Prison Room.'\n\nLooking through the menus lets you find what a Captive Room is... a place you can take defeated adventurers and keep them for a while so that their presence keeps earning you LP. Apparently you have to keep it relatively easily accessible so that other adventurers have a chance of rescuing their recently-captured comrades, and after about a week it becomes easier for adventurers to escape from it. Just out of curiosity, you poke around a bit more and find that there's another room type called 'Cell' that you can use for more longterm captivity, and Cells can be set behind considerably more barriers than the Captive Room.\n\nWell in any event, you're eager to see your new item for real... even if you don't have anyone to use it on yet. Apparently special rooms are something you can either buy as a new room or, more cheaply, designated a room that already exists as one. Since you're being impatient, you teleport yourself to one of the empty rooms in your dungeon... you'll make it a bit bigger and harder to access later. Accessing the building menu, and then its inventory, you quickly find the Transformation Slimer (since it's the only thing in there) and select it. The translucent outline of it in green appears in front of you in the room, and with a bit of trial and error you find a good spot for it dead center of the back wall. Once you set it down, it appears, either made of the same dark stone as the walls originally or having matched itself to them, seeming to have been carved right out of the wall. You can see now that the floor of it glows faintly purple, and has a raised lip around it, with almost invisible drains set all around the edge of the platform. The gaping open mouth of the monster is obviously hollow and leads deep into the statue/wall, no doubt from which to issue its slime.\n\n'Nice,' you muse, looking it over. The purple light gives it a good bit of an eerie glow for ambiance, too. You'll definitely need to snazz up the rest of the Captive Room a bit to go with it, but that can come when you do the rest of the remodeling.\n\nOkay, you've got your new epic device, which does sound like it will be a lot of fun. But you won't be getting much use of it without dungeon monsters to defeat the adventurers first. Specifically it sounds like you need to start with a Boss Monster... actually, considering the description of the ATS, it probably won't work until you <i>do</i> set a monster as the Boss.\n\nYou spend a few moments going through the monster spawning menus, and the gachas. There are obvious monster tags on all of the lesser gachas, so you could be assured of pulling <i>some</i>thing you could set as the Boss from any of them. Though if you summoned from the Gold gacha, you'd probably have just enough for the basic remodeling you'd need to do to the Captive Room to keep anyone from walking into it. Silver and Bronze would give you much more room to play around, and maybe summon a few more monsters while you're at it; the tutorial pops up and informs you that it's cheaper to summon monsters of the same type as the Boss Monster (though doing so locks the Boss Monster in for a week, okay fair enough). On the other hand, it looks like if you summon monsters directly from the menu, you can pretty much customize them to your heart's content (with changing their abilities and skills making them more expensive or cheaper, though it looks like you can alter their appearance largely for free, as long as they're still fairly obvious as being that monster type). \n\nSo which to go with?\n\n<hr>\n[[Gacha.|GGDungeon7x1]]\n\n[[Summon menu.|GGDungeon4x4]]

"I'm not an idiot, I know you don't just let a demon out of a circle after you've summoned them up," you say flatly.\n\n"Oh well, worth a try~," Cybil chirps, raising her hands and jerking her shoulders in a shrug, big brown boobs bobbling with the motion. "I guess that means I have to obey you."\n\n"You... wait, seriously?" you say, eyeing her dubiously.\n\n"With as weak as I am and being trapped in a well-done circle? Yes, I'm incapable of lying to you or disobeying you. I mean, I'd suggest you test it by telling me to do something I wouldn't do, but let's face it, that's a short list," Cybil continues, resting her hands on her hips and jutting them to one side a bit as she leans forward. "So you can ask me all sorts of questions, or request power or whatnot... though again, you didn't give me anything to possess, so I'm pretty weak, I couldn't give you <i>that</i> much power."\n\n"Hunh. Is this like a genie thing, where...?"\n\n"What, you mean where I either use literal words to trick you, or my use is limited? No, not really... well, I'm limited in power so I could probably only grant one minor wish or something before I poofed, but otherwise I'm bound to service until the candles burn out or are extinguished. That includes trying to grant and answer the intent rather than the literal meaning... again, I'm not strong enough to resist your mental influence as my summoner and creator."\n\nYou're not entirely sure you believe her, but then again it does make sense... and weirdly you have this sort of feeling like she's telling you the truth. Maybe you really are connected to her as her creator. Wow, this is pretty cool, come to think of it... your very own demon! Well, until the candles go out... which is a problem, they're already kind of flickering. Better think of something to ask.\n\n<hr>\n[[Ask for power.|GGHH]]\n\n[[Ask for knowledge.|GGHH29x6]]

Sure, the summoning ritual seems fun, plus it was in the movie and the whole circle thing is <i>right there</i>! Fishing out your lighter (why do you have a lighter? why wouldn't you have a lighter?), you go around lighting the ring of candles... they're mostly burned down to nubs, but there's still enough for them to burn for a little while. You're surprised by how well they illuminate the entire dark, rusty red circle once you're done, although they don't do much for beyond it. You set the lantern down and pick the book back up, having to squint a little to see.\n\nOkay, summoning ritual, here we go. Oof, this is a bunch of gibberish, it legit just looks like someone keyboard mashed even if it actually looks handwritten. Anyway, ahem, do your best! "Secdan Maftsyh, pnehk sa y tasuh! Syga ran dra lidacd dryd E'ja ajan caah-eh! Keja ran rika dedc, yht rebc dryd'na du tea vun! Yht mad ran knuf y lulg dryd E't kad y lnaysbea vun!"\n\nThe moment you say the last word, you give a yelp as the candle flames shoot upward to the ceiling, briefly turning purple and flickering gold before flashing so brightly that your eyes are overwhelmed, forcing you to wince away and throw an arm in front of your face. You try reflexively to blink away the spots as you look back... and wind up staring. There's actually someone sprawled on the floor in the middle of the circle now. Someone with smallish white draconic wings, a white spade-tipped tail, and curved horns that are white on the outside, flat and black on the inner curve, and trimmed between the two with gold. You're staring half in shock because what seems like a demon actually appeared, and half in even deeper shock and awe because <i>you drew those horns, wings, and tail</i>. You also drew that short, tousled hair, those elfin ears, that cute face, and those big fat tits and thick hips. You even drew the skimpy modified sling-type bikini outfit and tall boots with golden heels. Admittedly you hadn't done colors for her yet, but you could totally see yourself having picked that gyaru-like color scheme of blonde hair, brown skin, and red eyes. "N-no way... no way, how the hell did you get out of my tablet?!" you blurt as she lifts up from her side and turns towards you some.\n\n<img src="images/Cybil2.jpg">\n\n"I didn't 'get out of' your tablet, I was never in your tablet," she asserts as she straightens up and gets to her feet, barely-restrained boobs wobbling, wings giving a little flap, and tail flicking as she rests her hands on her broad, bare hips. "You didn't provide a vessel for me to form in, so I had to take <i>some</i> sort of form and this one was in your mind. By the way, I'm severely underpowered because you didn't give me a human or even animal to possess, so thanks a lot, 'Mom'."\n\n"Uh... sorry?" you murmur, still a bit too dumbstruck to do more than reflexively apologize.\n\n"Nothing for it now. I guess you can just call me the name you were thinking of for your drawing, 'Cybil'. Now let me out, please," she asks with easy sincerity, giving you a sunny smile.\n\n<hr>\n[[Oh, right, sure.|GGHH]]\n\n[[... Yeah, no.|GGHH29x5]]

Your mother goes silent, mouth pressing into a serious line. After a moment she glances over. "So how long have you suspected?"\n\n"... Wha?" You blink at her.\n\n"... Ffffuck I just fell for one of the oldest tricks in the book and you weren't even trying to do it." She thumps her forehead against the steering wheel quickly, shaking her head as she puts her eyes back on the road. "But yes, the truth is, Cyan, I'm a spy."\n\n"C'moooon, you're joking," you say with a chuckle. At a glance from her, still utterly serious, your grin falters some. "You're... not joking?"\n\n"I work for an off-the-books multinational agency called the Semiglobal Law & Order Operative Team," your mother says, her unhesitating words and constantly near-grim tone giving you less hope by the second that she's going to say 'Sike!'. "My position at the agency is partly a cover, partly because art actually is my passion. In truth a lot of my time is spent seeking out unique threats that 'proper' military teams aren't really equipped to handle, and that the governments that oversee our operation don't want people to know about. Things that would cause panic on the streets and global unrest if they knew were actually possible."\n\n"... Okay, okay wait," you say, waving your hands a little. "Even if I believe all this... and gotta be honest, I'm still struggling... why the heck are you telling me now? Why the sudden revelation?" You pause, then narrow your eyes, tone turning suspicious. "And why is it while we're in the car going somewhere to meet someone?"\n\nYour mother chuckles wryly. "It sounds like you're already putting two and two together, which I expected of you. That's right, Cyan... my agency wants to recruit you."\n\n"Whoa whoa whoa!" You wave your hands again, more emphatically this time. "Are you kidding?! I mean, this isn't The Last Starfighter here, my skill at videogames doesn't translate to the real world!"\n\n"With the assistance of the agency's technology, it actually can," she replies with a glance, stunning you. "We have muscle and reflex assist technology, heads-up displays that feed you the information you need, even gels that can heal you and give you more energy. Besides your youth, intelligence, and genetic potential, your skills in gaming will help you a lot."\n\n"I... I'm still struggling with this," you mutter, putting your hands to your head. "I mean, everything else aside, what if I don't <i>want</i> to be a spy?" \n\n"Well I certainly hope that you'd agree, because this could be very vital for the safety of a lot of people," your mother says slowly. "But it is, at the end of the day, your decision. So if you say no, I'll respect that. But I'd hope that you'd at least agree to come to the facility and hear out my handler."\n\n<hr>\n[[Agree to go.|GGSpy1x1]]\n\n[[Refuse.|GGSpy1ax1]]

Well y'know, that old canard of knowledge <i>being</i> power and all. Let's see, what could you ask her that you could really use?\n\n<hr>\n[[Ask her how to get power.|GGHH]]\n\n[[Ask her how to summon her again.|GGHH]]\n\n[[Ask her how to keep her around.|GGHH29x7]]

"No!" Toren blurts, his sister going pale but staying quiet.\n\nAs you might expect, Toren rants and raves and pleads a bit as you have the wood golems come over to retrieve Tonya and place her on the platform of the transformation device. ... Hm, you wonder if there's a better way to do that? Eh nevermind, you kind of like watching her struggle as she's moved. (Hm... maybe a tentacle-form golem in the ceiling could be used to move prisoners from the Golem Frames to the transformation platform? That could be fun for a lot of reasons!)\n\nThe golems place Tonya's feet on the platform, the purple glow seeping up around her ankles and drawing her legs apart, even as glowing purple circles appear around her wrists, lines of light connecting to the platform and drawing her hands tightly out to the sides, forcing her into kind of an 'A' stance. Oh, that's nice! You watch her struggle futilely against the magic bonds, then shoot Toren a mildly annoyed look as he shouts "LET HER GO!" again.\n\n"My Lord, if I may have access to the Captive Room menu?" Gleam suddenly speaks up.\n\n"Hm? Ah, sure, go ahead, I guess," you answer, curiosity your reason as much as anything. \n\n"Thank you, my Lord." You watch as Gleam opens up a menu and pokes at it. Apparently the transformer has an inventory function built in, because Tonya gives a yelp as she's suddenly and abruptly naked, slender body with its pert breasts and trim ass bared completely, Toren's invective cutting off with a strangled sound in shocked embarrassment. Both of them had already started going red in the face, but only moreso as Gleam taps another button and something materializes in her hand, which she holds up and stretches between her thumbs a few times for demonstration: a pair of plain white cotton panties. You start snickering, then laugh outright as Gleam walks over and shoves them in Toren's mouth, two very different looks of utter mortification on the siblings' faces.\n\n"You're amazing," you assure Gleam as she walks back over to stand with you.\n\n"Thank you, my Lord," Gleam replies evenly. Hm, is it just reflected light from the platform, or is there kind of a blush on her faceplate as well? Hm, if it was, that would be cute. Kind of seems like Awakening her was the right move.\n\nAnyway, you turn your attention to Tonya on the Absolute Transformation Slimer, activating the device's menu line. You're a little surprised when what pops up is just a blank text entry form. Whoa... it's really that versatile? You can just <i>write</i> what you want?! Nice! Hm... let's see then, what to turn Tonya into? You kind of feel like you should do something thematic to your growing golem dongeon... so something inanimate (or an animate inanimate, as they say). Which is a pretty broad category, especially since you can apparently turn her into pretty much anything, as long as it's equally or less powerful/expensive than Gleam. (And Gleam is undeniably both the most powerful and the most expensive thing in your dungeon right now, so you figure you've got a fair bit of leeway.) Okay, so! What to turn her into?\n\n<hr>\n[[Golem.|GGDungeon8x1]]\n\n[[Magic item.|GGDungeon4x9]]\n\n[[Sex toy.|GGDungeon6x1]]\n\n[[Furniture.|GGDungeon5x1]]

Oh hey yeah, as long as it was less expensive/powerful than Gleam (hm, you wonder if 'expensive' refers to LP or gold value? eh, probably which is lower), you could turn Tonya into a magic item, or treasure for your dungeon! Huhuhu... literally turning adventurers into treasure, now there's an idea! (Hm... you guess you'd have to let some esecape every now and then to tell about it... but then it's also kind of fun to imagine them taking their fellow adventurers off to sell them, none the wiser that's what they're doing.)\n\nAnd you're guessing you could make up pretty much any enchantment you wanted, huh? Since it's a text entry. You're assuming it would just reject it if it's something it can't do, or if the enchantment you come up with was too expensive, or whatever. Yes, this is a good idea. So what to turn her into...?\n\n<hr>\n[[A ring.|GGDungeon]]\n\n[[A weapon.|GGDungeon]]\n\n[[A shield.|GGDungeon]]\n\n[[Panties.|GGDungeon]]

This book does have a lot of little rituals to do, and it would be kind of fun to belt one out, especially with no one here but you to see so that you don't have to be embarrassed. Let's see, there's a [[summoning ritual|GGHH29x4]] which will supposedly call up a demon... actually it says 'create' a demon, ideally using a 'vessel' to house it, but eh, you'll just skip that bit if you decide to do it. There's an [[empowerment ritual|GGHH]] that will supposedly give you all sorts of impressive "dark gifts" (haha yeah right), and then a [[spirit ritual|GGHH]] that's supposed to give you the power to commune with ghosts or something. There's even one that's just called "[[Ritual of the Night|GGHH]]" that apparently turns you into some sort of... vampire werewolf thing, psh.\n\nAnyway, let's pick one, let's pick one~...

"Totally gonna get murdered~," you chirp to yourself as you make your way through a few more hallways, searching for the familiar-looking door. Ah, there it is, though looking a little more worn than it did in the movie, and all the more ominous for being so. You open it up and hold the lantern ahead of yourself to look down... oof, wooden plank stairs. You put a foot on one and carefully put some weight on it, bracing a hand against the door frame just in case. It creaks incredibly loudly, the sound echoing a little bit down the dark abyss ahead of you, but doesn't bend very much. Still... still, something inside of you tells you that what's ahead of you is way, way too close to something that your primordial ancestors knew better than to challenge and you should turn back.\n\n"... Pffft," the blue light addicted part of your brain says to the monkey brain, and you set off down the stairs. Admittedly a few minutes later your monkey brain is gibbering something close to 'I told you so' as you walk down the basement stairs. The darkness around you seems to swallow up the light of your lantern <i>very</i> quickly, leaving you only a tiny little bubble of the world inside all the black, filled with the soft, low shriek of old wood with your every step. And yet even that too seems to wander off into the darkness and get lost, like sound itself was being swallowed up. 'Easy... easy, easy, it's just a few steps. ... Actually this is a really long set of stairs... it's getting cold, how deep is this basement? I-it's fine, they did that for storage back in the day, right?'\n\nThe intensity of the sense of relief you feel when your lantern illuminates cement floor instead of another wooden stair is almost embarrassing, but since you're on your own you give in to the urge to jump down the last few steps and land with a thump on the floor, rather than listening to them howl their creakiness to the night. You dust yourself off with your free hand as you take a look around... that feeling of the light getting swallowed up isn't <i>quite</i> as bad down here, but it doesn't really illuminate the ceiling, leaving you with a feeling of the basement being cavernous. It is pretty big, you guess, though at least the light reaches far enough you can see things like a table up against the wall, probably some sort of work desk type thing. And it looks like there's a couch off up against the wall. And you think you see a little altar type thing, but then you're distracted by almost stepping in something.\n\n"Hm?" You look down, seeing that what you almost squashed was a mostly burned-down candle... and that there are lines on the floor leading away from it. "Oh heeeey," you almost coo in delight, realizing it must be the summoning circle thing from the movie. Yeah it's definitely the exact same one, they just left it here! Actually now that you see it, it reminds you that the table thing was there too, and if that's there then... could they have really left...?\n\n"Whoa, seriously? Cool," you murmur as you pick up the leather-bound book from the table, setting down the lantern so you can flip through it. Huh, it's actually got different stuff on every page... you figured it was probably like the Necronomicon in Evil Dead and just a couple of pages repeated over, but this is either a really high quality prop or a genuine antique. And they just left it sitting around? Heh, it has rituals and everything in it, maybe you should try one. Or at least do something while you're down here...\n\n<hr>\n[[Try a ritual.|GGHH29x3]]\n\n[[Flop on the couch.|GGHH]]\n\n[[Examine the altar.|GGHH]]

Both of them pause momentarily as if a bit shocked, before they start laughing... not mockingly, but definitely amused. "Oooo, does someone have a breeding kink?" one of them teases.\n\n"W-well," you stammer, your face going red between their tits, not having even meant to say anything.\n\n"Ooooo, but sounds like you want to be the one planting the seed," the other teases, drawing her fingers out of you and tracing them up the front of your crotch, leaving wet streaks across your skin. "Difficult to do without the proper equipment, hm?"\n\n"... Yeah well, God knew I'd be too powerful if I had a dick, so he had to nerf me," you reply with a wry tone of your own.\n\nThat seems to amuse them even more... though you also catch them giving each other a very interested look over your head. Then one of them turns and calls, "Hey! She says she wants to breeeeed us!"\n\nWhile you're squirming in embarrassment between the two luscious, hot, furry forms, the black-furred blue-eyed wolfwoman and one of the older ones, who has a bit of gray around her mouth-muzzle and spattered all throughout her coat, have separated from the scattered lesbian orgy now in full swing spread across your campsite and beyond. "Ohhhh? Does she now?" Blue Eyes asks, seeming intrigued.\n\n"In fact, she said with a dick she'd be too powerful, so God nerfed her," one of the wolfwomen snuggling you says with a snicker.\n\n"Oh really?" Blue Eyes and the graymuzzle exchange a look as well, then both of them grin. Those blue eyes turn back to you and the grin turns into a wide smirk, her tail wagging again, as the older wolfwoman kneels down at your lower body. "Alright then, let's just see how powerful you are if we roll back the nerf."\n\n"Um?!" you blurt, looking down in shock. But the older wolfwoman has already pressed two fingertips against your lower belly just above your crotch, and begun murmuring something that sounds halfway between a chant and a constant set of low canine vocalizations. As she does, silvery light spreads out from beneath her fingertips and across your skin, first forming into a circle that takes on shadows and lines to make it a perfect match for the full moon shining down on the lewd activities below. Then, with a short break between the circle and them, a series of lines appear, curling away from it in thin rays that seem to indicate the moonlight, a smooth curve of them above, and then stretching and arcing below, following the outer lines of where your crotch meets your hips and leaving the actual front of your crotch bare.\n\nBecause that's where there's a bulging sensation, the flesh pushing outward as you arch your hips and let out a cry at the strange but intensely pleasurable sensation. That bulge continues to push further and further out, a lower bump starting and then quickly and rapidly growing into a sack that drops down with a pair of balls filling it; you can actually <i>feel</i> them still growing and filling with cum. The other part, what's obviously the shaft, is continuing to get longer and thicker, and you stare down at it with a mixture of shock, mild horror, and deep anticipation as it takes on definition, the head spreading out into a broad mushroom cap of a thing.\n\nIn a matter of moments you've got a cock that would be the envy of any porn start, jutting up in the air thick and heavy and twitching, practically trembling in the firelight and moonlight, a set of hefty and very full balls dangling down between your legs and resting against your more-soaked-than-ever pussy. Almost before you can even take that in, the older wolfwoman who cast the spell leans down and closes her muzzle-mouth over the head of it, that broad, strong tongue lapping and swirling around it. Your eyes roll up in your head and your body quivers, hips lifting up towards her. The wolfwomen still cuddled on either side of you laugh softly, one of them cupping your new balls and gently fondling them, rolling them in her strong fingers and against her furry palm, while the other wraps her hand around your massive thick shaft and strokes it, squeezing on the upper strokes as if trying to milk you into the graymuzzle's mouth.\n\nThe sensations are almost overwhelming in how new and different they are, the sort of different flow of pressure that's going on as they stroke and fondle you. Within seconds you're getting close, or at least you think you are, the pleasure surging and building and feeling like a dam that wants to burst and that you're reflexively struggling against to drag it out longer. Then you gasp loudly as the older wolfwoman lifts her head, leaving your cockhead gleaming in the light with a mixture of saliva and pre, her tongue flicking over her lips before she says, "Oh yes, very virile. Definitely a good choice."\n\n"Oh good," Blue Eyes coos before moving to straddle your hips and slide herself down onto your cock like it was the most casual thing in the world.\n\nYou cum almost the moment she's halfway down on you, your cock shuddering, the part of it still outside her visibly throbbing, your pussy gushing all over your new balls. She doesn't stop, though, just continuing to slide down on your cock even as it jerks and gushes inside her, thick white welling around her spread pink hole and catching in her fur. You've just finished your first-ever dickgasm about the time she fully settles onto you, the fur of her tail brushing ticklishly against your balls with its wagging. She grinds and twists for a moment, making you moan as your hands move to her strong hips, before she starts riding you, her large furry breasts bouncing above you as her pussy squelches thickly atop you, churning up your load with her own dripping fluids.\n\n"Oooo look she really is going to be quite the stud," one of the wolfwomen cuddling you from the side coos, rubbing your belly encouragingly again as she presses her tits against one side of your head.\n\n"Came and is instantly ready for more, the virility enchantment <i>loves</i> her," the other adds, toying with one of your nipples, rolling and pinching and tugging at it as she presses her tits against the other side of your head.\n\nThe marshmallow hell just almost blocks off your view, but you can still see Blue Eyes riding you, her wolfish grin showing her teeth flashing in the firelight as she starts riding you harder and faster, really slamming her hips down on you. But you're instinctively thrusting up into her as well, something seeming to take over your body, your hands gripping her hips and your own hips driving up to meet her, slamming up against her so that your balls slap against her ass in the night. It's not long before the two of you are cumming together, her pussy squeezing powerfully around your pulsating prick, her head thrown back as she lets out a long howl towards the moon where it's gazing down on the debauchery below.\n\nAfter that things quickly begin to blur together. You know more of the wolfwomen take their turn riding on top of you, including the pair that had been cuddling at your sides until then. You remember being drawn upward, onto your knees, encouraged to mount up behind one of the she-wolves closer to your own age and do her (appropriately enough) doggy style, your hands gripping her full fuzzy tits and your hips pounding away energetically, your cock just as hard and throbbing as the moment it first grew, your balls feeling just as overfull and eager to be emptied as the first moment they dropped into your new sack. But it's after that where things get really hazy... it's like getting into that position, genuinely rutting like animals, with the scent of all the bitches in heat around you, fully activates the mindless breeding urge that had been lurking inside you and lets it take over completely. You become a dog in rut, not really thinking, not really feeling, just conscious of how good hot wet eager fertile pussies feel around your cock and how good fur feels under your belly and tits as a bitch yips and moans underneath you, your hips slamming mindlessly forward against upturned asses, tails thumping against your side.\n\nYou fuck, and you fuck, and you fuck, every single one of the wolfwomen, being pulled off of one after creampieing her thoroughly and urged onto another, either by her or her friends, as if you really were a dog being directed to turn and thrust its insatiable breeding tool into another receptive hole without thought or restraint. You just want to breed, breed, breed, and they seem perfectly happy to use you to stud them, moaning and yipping and gasping and barking and howling into the night as you rut them with all the encouragement and urging of the full moon to guide you.\n\nThere are a few other memories that stick in your mind, though, through the foggy, pleasurable haze of hip-thrusting madness. You're pretty sure they must have come after you'd fucked the entire pack at least once, else the wolfwomen wouldn't be wasting the cum they so obviously prized on mere entertainment (or culinary) value. Memories like standing with she-wolves once more lapping eagerly at your pussy and asshole, but this time even more of them arrayed in front of you lapping at your shaft, your balls, just licking you with those broad canine tongues and that particular doggy lapping motion that makes it feel all the more forbidden and transgressive until you're spurting your load all over a fluffy mottled back. Memories of being sucked off again and again, each time a different technique, every muzzle and mouth just a bit different, some a bit more human, some a bit more animal, each one eagerly milking a load out of you to swallow; in particular you remember two with very similar techniques, both with unique hazel eyes with dark green rims, marking them as a mother and the daughter who she clearly taught to suck cock. \n\nYou remember many of the wolfwomen wrapping their furry tits around your prick, measuring its prodigious size against their endowments, and most finding that even as stacked as they are it still juts almost halfway out of their cleavage, its moon-powered breeding urge making it borderline uncontainable. Until a pair of twin she-wolves get the idea of both titfucking you at the same time, from the sides, one pressing herself around the lower half and the other the upper, giggling and lapping at your cockhead with their tongues as they slap their tits against each other fucking them around you. And you definitely remember one particular wolfwoman... the most rounded and padded of the lot, her fur particularly thick and fluffy and soft in color, an almost dark gold... actually managing to engulf your entire dick with her absolutely immense udders, completely ensconcing it in the softest, warmest, most perfectly yielding embrace you could ever imagine, making you cum again and again between her boobs as she giggles softly and almost shyly.\n\nAll of that sort of goes tumbling through your head as you slowly wake up in the morning, groaning at the slight twinges of headache you feel, your lips seeming tight and your body aching. 'W-... water,' you think blearily, almost instinctively rolling over and fumbling around towards where you faintly remember the cooler being. Your body is apparently desperate enough for hydration that it goes on a bit of autopilot, getting you up onto your knees and crawling over to the cooler to open it and grab a bottle, guzzling the entire thing in one go.\n\nYou huff and fold your arms atop the cooler, leaning heavily on it, letting your head hang as you wait a few moments to start feeling a little normal again before you even try to take in what might be going on. Eventually you peek one eye open, and when the sunlight doesn't hurt it, open both. Yeah, looks like maybe... mid-morning? You look down at yourself... still naked except for your shoes, smeared with dirt and mud and various other substances, and still sporting a very large cock dangling between your thighs, its size still impressive despite its limpness, though you can feel it twitch and stiffen a little just from you looking at it. ... Dammit, you're being turned on by the sight of your own cock. You sigh and lift your head, looking around.\n\n<hr>\n[[You're alone.|GGMB5x8]]\n\n[[There's a stranger here.|GGMB]]\n\n[[There's someone you know here.|GGMB]]

"The whole thing, or just...?" Tanya asks, glancing the animatronic up and down before her eyes get pulled back to the jutting phallus again. You doubt she even notices that her teeth have latched gently onto her lower lip again. \n\n"I mean the rest of the animatronic looks pretty standard to how I remember them," you note, similarly looking Beefy over before your gaze settles on his very... large... almost visibly throbbing phallus. "So I'm guessing it's just this thing that's a bit of a, ah, factory option add-on they did when they were getting ready for this place."\n\n"I still don't get why they would," Tanya asks.\n\n"I mean we already established this place was just weird, and the owner was basically crazy," you note, shrugging. "For all we know, he had some idea of it doing sexy male stripper dances for the bored moms while their kids were on the pony ride." As you're saying all this you consider, then glance around. Spotting a worktable with a handful of somewhat rusty tools, you walk over and pick up a screwdriver before returning. "Here, hold the flashlight."\n\n"Hm?" Tanya blinks, but nevertheless takes the flashlight from you, keeping it aimed in the general direction of Beefy's beefstick. "What're you doing?"\n\n"Well if it is some super-advanced, probably super expensive sex toy, seems a shame to leave it here to rot with the rest of the animatronic," you note philosophically, trying to seem calm and not blush as you put a hand on the heavy shaft and angle it away as you prod at the seam.\n\n"Seriously?" Tanya says in a flat voice... then grimaces a little as you find a place to wedge the screwdriver. "Ooooo I dunnooooo, that seems a rough thing to do to any guy, Wilma, even a robot cartoon bull."\n\n"I'm sure like most men he'd be gratified that part of him will live on after his duty is done," you snicker, following the seam and wiggling the screwdriver a few times, until finally the crotchplate pops off. You grip tighter with your hand as the thing comes loose, and oof, it <i>is</i> heavy... not insanely so but yeah, that girth definitely has something to it. It also goes limp in your hand, or, well, as limp as rubber gets. You step back, trying not to be disconcerted by the hefty sway of the now disembodied balls or the gaping emptiness of the animatronic's crotch now, instead turning it around to look at the base. "Huh, hey, look," you say, pointing at the center.\n\n"A hole?" Tanya raises her eyebrows. "About big enough for a normal guy's dick, seems like. What, is it one of those, whattya call 'em... wearables?"\n\n"Maybe." You tuck the massive toy into your bag... which requires a bit of 'inventory sorting' to get it to fit in properly and not hang out in an embarrassingly obvious way. "Let's head back, I don't think we're gonna find anything weirder than this."\n\n"Yeah, looting strangely realistic sex toys from abandoned amusement parks is really about the limit of my weird-o-meter for one night," Tanya agrees dryly, the two of you making your way out.\n\nYou return to the Monster Magnet, quickly tucking your bag out of sight beneath your seat. You're not too surprised when Skinny and Woolly return only a few minutes after you do, probably having just been lurking somewhere relatively uncreepy nearby waiting for someone else to come back. Ted returns not that much long after, having declared the abandoned amusement park "annoyingly stereotypical in its sincerity" and apparently no longer interested in exploring.\n\nSoon the Monster Magnet is trundling down the road again, stopping at the next motel you come across, one of the long sorts that's sort of run-down but at least looks moderately clean and likely patroned by people from nearby towns coming to have discrete trysts than crackheads and prostitutes (which, in life on the backroads, is generally what you want to shoot for, or at least your little group has found). Booking one room for you and Tanya and another for himself and Skinny (and tactfully declining to mention Woolly's existence), Ted hands out keys and then goes into the room, no doubt to write a long rambling blogpost about how abandoned amusement parks just don't have that ironic zing they used to while he smokes a bowl with the boys.\n\nShaking your head ruefully at the thought, you and Tanya head for the other room, though you pause at the thump of your bag against your hip. ... Oh right, the dong. The phallus. The... thing. Your cheeks color a little again... you'd just almost forgotten it, distracted by Ted's complaining. Now you feel rather embarrassed about the whole thing... in the flickering lights of the unutterably ordinary-seeming motel, it's harder to remember why it seemed like the most natural thing in the world to pop a robot's dick off and take it with you like some sort of prize. \n\nYou eye the nearby trash can thoughtfully. Maybe you ought to just go ahead and ditch it, before you wind up even more embarrassed by one of the boys finding it in your things at some point.\n\n<hr>\n[[Trash it.|WilmaFun]]\n\n[[Keep it.|WilmaFun]]

No... maybe it's better to get out of this room as fast as you can, since you notice all four of its occupants are starting to seem more aware. You don't want to risk attracting their attention and getting pounced by all of them.\n\nQuickly backing out of the room, you close the door, then pause and glance over, realizing there's no sign of the donkey and almost-donkey from before. Strange. ... The hallway looks like it got a bit longer too, maybe you should be careful about how many more rooms you check. But you've already decided to look for something helpful up here, so you decide to look in at least one more room. Stepping to another, you push open the door.\n\nYou're not exactly surprised at this point that you're quickly confronted with the sight of weird sex, but you're still fairly shocked. The woman who's riding reverse cowgirl style still seems entirely human, albeit very naked and with a dreamy smile on her face, her eyes pulsing and swirling with glowing red, white, and blue colors. The man she's riding, however, has taken on much of the appearance of a snake, albeit still with arms and legs, his scales patterned red down his front and blue down the sides, with white stars visible a bit here and there on his back and on the back of the wide, cobra-like hood framing his serpentine face. In fact, you realize that he looks like the anthropomorphized version of the mascot on the front of the boxes of those cheap shitty 'snake' amusements that you still insisted Tanya buy a bunch of because they're traditional on the Fourth. His lipless mouth is curled up on a smirk, forked tongue flicking out in a somehow smug way as the obviously hypnotized woman bounces atop the pair of long, spearlike pink cocks emerging from a slit in his crotch, the bulging but tapered lengths disappearing into her pussy and ass again and again as her tits bounce.\n\n"Ahhhh.... happy Fourth... ahhhh... happy Fourth," the woman croons over and over in a slightly monotoned voice despite her smile.\n\nThe snakeman beneath her gives a chuckle... and then suddenly darts forward, his mouth opening wide. It happens so suddenly that you can't even scream as his mouth closes over her entire head, his body stretching and bending as he starts working his squarish muzzle further and further over her body, his maw starting to stretch over her shoulders and down towards her breasts. Even as she's being swallowed, the woman doesn't stop fucking herself on him... in fact her pussy starts squirting all over his scales, and you can hear the muffled repetition of "Ahhhh, happy Fourth!" take on a more orgasmic edge from inside his mouth.\n\n<hr>\n[[Run!|HolJuly3x2]]\n\n[[Try to save her!|HolJuly]]\n\n[[Wait your turn!|HolJuly]]

Reacting on pure monkey brain fear more than anything else, you scramble backwards, grabbing for the door again and slamming it closed behind you as if it were a force field against the monstrous goings-on inside.\n\nOf course, since the sound cuts off and, even after you stand there for long moments breathing hard, breasts heaving in their faint coverage of your star-spangled bikini, nipples trying to drill holes in them and pussy still steadily soaking your bikini bottoms, there's no snake man coming after you to demand to know why you interrupted his meal. 'Maybe... they're actually contained in the rooms?' you think as you start to calm down a little, turning your head to look down the hall, then freezing in a new kind of fear.\n\nThe stairs are nowhere in sight. \n\nInstead the hall just stretches out as far as you can see in the direction they were in, until the darkness makes it impossible to see just how long it goes. You turn around, towards the direction where the hall previously ended and where the master bedroom was... and you see the same thing. Just dark hallway and doors as far as you can see.\n\nThe strange warping of the farmhouse continued while you were examining the rooms. It looks like... there's no way out any more.\n\n<hr>\n[[Give up.|HolJuly3axEnd1]]\n\n[[Press on.|HolJuly3x3]]

After a few moments you start taking some deep breaths, forcing you to calm down.\n\n'Okay, slow it down and think,' you urge yourself, rubbing your forehead. You glance towards a window, and see the flashes and flickers, processing that the pop and crackle of fireworks has never stopped. 'Alright, Tanya said that me actually having a chance to escape her gives her more power somehow... so she wouldn't just cut off my escape entirely right from the start, right? She also said I'd know sunrise was coming when the fireworks stopped going off, and they're not even slowing down. So there must still be <i>some</i> way out of here, even if she's actually removed the stairs. So there's still hope, I can still do this! Today, I celebrate, my Independence Day! ... Ugh, she's right, that was super cringe even in my head.'\n\nSince you've resolved to push on, now there's just the question of how. There's no sight of the stairs or, for that matter, a light switch, so it looks like you're stuck in the dark. But that's not exactly a huge shock... Tanya's clearly enjoying the theater of all this, and it wouldn't be much of a "Halloween in July" event if you could just turn the lights on. So now what...?\n\n<hr>\n[[Look in more rooms.|HolJuly]]\n\n[[Try to go out the window.|HolJuly4x1]]\n\n[[Focus on finding a way down.|HolJuly3x4]]

'She has to have left at least one way off of this floor and downstairs,' you decide, setting off down the long, dark hallway. \n\nEventually, when you feel like you aren't making much headway, you start jogging, though you blush some as your tits bounce freely as if you were basically wearing nothing, and the back of your bikini bottoms quickly ride up into a thong. Almost enough to make you wonder if all that 'No running at the pool!' stuff is less about safety and more about keeping you modest when you become an adult. Especially since your top is gradually getting moved around, starting to bare a peek of your large pink nipples.\n\nBut when you finally spot something ahead, you're too distracted to put yourself in order as you come to a stop and stare. There's a miniature woman standing beside what looks like a trap door set in the floor, with a sign on the other side of it from her. Her shaggy black head doesn't quite come up to your waist, and she's a bit on the broad and "thicc" side, even moreso than you, with padded thighs, wide hips, and a round ass, though her tits are on the large side too, probably bigger than yours if her proportions were adjusted to match. She's got purple skin, pointed ears, and glowing green eyes, and the black bikini she's wearing would indicate she was probably one of your guests before Tanya got ahold of her, but she just watches you expectantly as you first stare at her and then look at the sign.\n\n"'Troll ladder'?" you say aloud.\n\n"Yeah, sure! I mean, you've heard of a troll bridge, right? To get across, you gotta pay the troll? Well, this here's a troll ladder!" she chirps, gesturing to the trapdoor, or more specifically the heavy padlock fastened to it. "You want to use the ladder to get down, you gotta pay the troll!"\n\n"... You look more like a goblin or something than a troll," you admit, looking her up and down again.\n\n"H-hey, that's rude! I'll have you know I'm an imp! ... 'Imp ladder' just sounds like a sex position. ... Ooooo I wanna make an imp ladder!" she declares, her eyes lighting up metaphorically as well as literally.\n\n"Um, the troll? I mean, toll?" you prompt.\n\n"Oh, right right. Well, as you might expect, a lovely babe like you, generally the troll would wanna fuck you. .... Aaaand I'm no different," the imp says with a smirk, reaching down and pulling aside the crotch of her bikini bottom, displaying her smooth purple pussy. "You wanna get down, then we'll need to get down, get me?"\n\n<hr>\n[[... No.|HolJuly]]\n\n[[... Fine.|HolJuly]]\n\n[[... Field goal.|HolJuly]]

Yeah, might as well wait for the "real thing". If only to avoid the awkwardness of you and your dad basically leaving at the same time and driving most of the way down the same road only to split up at the end. (And also avoid any potential of him seeing that you have no intention of sticking to the official campsites. Well, at first.)\n\nYou inform your mother of your plans, which she signs off on breezily enough, and the two of you have a pizza not long after your father's left for his own trip. You get the rest of the camping gear together into the other car and then head upstairs, packing a handful of clothes as well as whatever technological comforts of home will at least kind of work in the forest as long as you have the solar powerbank.\n\nThe next day you set off, clad in a black hoodie and little blue denim cutoffs, prepared for a blend of warm and cold. (It can still get pretty chilly around here at night even in the summer sometimes, especially outside of civilization.) If for nothing else, you're feeling good about this because of the independence you're being allowed... driving the car on a (admittedly short) trip, staying out on your own, this is pretty cool. You stop at the last convenience store out of town to load up on snacks and soda (you've also got a few camping meals but why eat something so unhealthy when Hostess cakes exist?), before winding your way out into the woods out of town.\n\nYou eventually spot a little outcropping of rocks that you saw in one of the illustrations in the book, and pull off at the next opportunity. There's definitely a nearby official camping spot, and you go ahead and park there, but then set off in search past it through the woods. If those rocks were real, then maybe... yup. It actually doesn't take long at all before you find the stream it described (about hip-deep but you find a log to cross on, one that looks like it's been trimmed and shaped a little bit for that purpose at some point), and then after a bit more wandering, you find the spot described in the book. It's a clearing, and has obviously been used for camping at some point in the last year or two to judge by the lingering scorch marks on the smaller stones in the center, though likely no more recently than that. But the rocks are scattered around in exactly the places and shapes the book described... in fact, you take the book out now and flip to that page, comparing the illustration.\n\nIt looks like it was drawn by someone standing exactly where you are.\n\n"<i>Wild</i>," you breathe, looking at the book with more appreciation now. You guess whatever it is, it's local, and someone has clearly put a lot more work into it than you thought. Well, you're definitely camping out here, you think as you tuck the book back into your messenger bag, turning to make your way back to the car.\n\n... Ugh, it'll definitely mean several trips, since it's just you. And having to cross that log carrying stuff. Unless you decide to camp on the other side of the stream, there's actually a nice area for it that you saw on your way in. It's not actually camping <i>in</i> the meeting spot like you were planning to, but might be close enough to avoid a lot of extra work.\n\n<hr>\n[[Camp by the stream.|GGMB5x4]]\n\n[[Camp in the clearing.|GGMB6x1]]

"Hey, I'm sorry," you say genially, holding up your hands. "Maybe I misunderstood the situation. Are you guys not the sort that go around looking for interesting things to do that result in a payday at the end?"\n\nGlances are exchanged around the table. Then the dwarf shrugs. "Aye, s'pose that's about right."\n\n"Then maybe I misunderstood what each of you's about. Which one of you knows how to sneak by enemies without getting caught?" At silence and some slightly embarrassed shifting from the others, you glance around, raising your eyebrows. "Disarming traps? No? Picking ancient locks that have been rusted up for centuries? Nobody?"\n\n"She does make a good point," the woman in the cloak says, finally speaking up. She raises her head enough to let you see that her face is pretty, brown skin surrounding solid white eyes. "Our last few missions might have gone a bit smoother had we someone of her specialty along with us."\n\n"It's her specialty that makes me nervous," the dwarf grumbles.\n\n"Can you keep your hands out of our moneypouches if we let you come along?" the fighter asks, outright eyeing you dubiously.\n\n"Ouch, dude." You grin at his blank look, and shrug. "Yeah, I'll deal with you as fair as you deal with me."\n\nHe actually grins at that, teeth as white as a wolf's amidst his suntanned skin and mane of thick dark hair. "Now that, I can respect."\n\n"Still, mayhaps we should puts these 'skills' to the test," the wizard says, stroking his beard a few more times, then reaching inside his robes. He draws it back out holding something that clinks together lightly, and sets a black iron pocket puzzle in front of you, the sort with several different shapes locked together. "I found this in the last cavern. My research indicates it was a Drow training device, for sufficiently skilled members of... certain professions. If she can solve this puzzle, I will not only remove all objections, but I will <i>insist</i> that she join us at once."\n\n"High praise," the woman says quietly, looking at you expectantly. "Do you feel up to the task?"\n\nYou pick up the puzzle and eye it thoughtfully.\n\n<hr>\n[[Try to make it look easy.|GGRogue2x1]]\n\n[[Rely on your body's skill.|GGRogueplaceholder]]\n\n[[Pay close attention.|GGRogue1x4]]

According to this, in a few nights there will be some big get-together of werewolves in the woods near Deviville. (Heh, werewolves have conventions? Nerrrrds.) Might be kind of fun to go out there and take a look! Camping isn't exactly your vibe, normally, but as was noted you were bored enough with summer to pay your friend $20 (totally should've been $10) for a stupid "magic" book, maybe you just need to mix it up.\n\nAnd, y'know... if you wind up sitting in the woods in complete privacy able to enjoy yourself fantasizing about being railed by fourteen werewolves, who's to argue with that?\n\nAs you're turning that thought over, you hear the front door open and close. Popping to your feet and setting the book aside, you trot downstairs. "Oh, hey Mom."\n\n"Hello, Cyan," your mother says with a glance at you as she sets her things down. The two of you look a lot alike, she simply having longer hair without the dyed bits, and a bit taller and... well, significantly heftier in the chest. Well, that and the very professional-looking skirt suit. (Sellooooouuut. ... Ahem.) "How's today been?"\n\n"Pretty dull, but I went over and talked to Maya a bit."\n\n"Oh? That's nice dear," she says breezily in the 'That's nice dear' tone as she finishes unburdening herself of the workday.\n\n"But I was thinking, maybe I'd relieve my boredom by doing something completely different than my usual, and getting some overnight fresh air," you say, waggling your index fingers a bit. "Y'know, go camping for a night or two, just outside town."\n\n"That's certainly different than usual," your mother allows, raising an eyebrow and resting her hands on her hips. "Well, immediately I see two problems with that."\n\n"Aw!"\n\n"The first being that I'm certainly not thrilled at the idea of you going out into the woods alone, even if you stick to the normal camp sites. Eh-eh-eh-eh," she interrupts as you open your mouth to say something, wagging a hand. "The other being, your father's already planning to go camping with some of his friends this weekend, I think he's going to start getting ready as soon as he gets home, so he <i>might</i> be taking both tents as well as the gear, I don't know."\n\n"Oh," you say, frowning. That does put a damper on things.\n\n"Now... I suppose I'm willing to let you try and convince me otherwise," your mother continues, folding her arms under her chest. "But if you really want to go camping, I suggest asking your father if you can tag along with him. I'm sure he'd be thrilled, honestly, if you're not bothered by the idea of spending a weekend around what I assume will be almost entirely men... one or two of them <i>may</i> bring their own daughters along, I suppose, it's not out of the realm of possibility."\n\nErk. Now you kind of feel like you have to pick that option if you can't convince her to let you go on your own, or you'd feel awfully guilty. Damn, sounds like you're going camping this weekend one way or another.\n\n<hr>\n[[Convince her to let you go alone.|GGMB5x2]]\n\n[[Convince her to let you go with a friend.|GGMB]]\n\n[[Convince her to come with you.|GGMB]]\n\n[[Agree to go with your dad.|GGMB]]\n\n[[Suggest going as a family.|GGMB]]

The Doll Room is where you store slaves captured via the Vulcanizer. In keeping with the idea that it's for displaying dolls, it's well-lit and warmly toned, though the fact that it's made for displaying sex dolls does lend it a sort of innate "porn store" vibe. Of course the slight clash was a bit what you were going for... makes you feel a bit like you're using a sex doll in the middle of a ritzy department store.\n\nThe walls are lined with stands designed to accomodate sex dolls in their most default position, though the slight recesses in the wall can also be outfitted with various armatures and stands to allow for them to be posed should you wish.\n\n<<if $plushbrit is true>>The [[plush doll that was once Britanny Diggers|Capture-DollBrit]] has been placed on one of the stands. Left in the default position, its hands are raised out to the sides of its head and its legs are spread wide and bent, showing off the pink fabric slit and little rubber pucker between its legs. Its tail is raised up in a perfect curlicue behind it, its smiling sewn-on face beaming out at the rest of the room.<<endif>>\n\n<hr>\n[[Lower Level.|Capture-HabLL]]

The wolf-women actually blink a bit in surprise as your shorts go flying past several of them's heads to land somewhere beyond. When they turn back to you, you've already finished pulling your shirt off and are standing there almost as equally naked in the firelight. "Whattya think, I leave the shoes on just in case?"\n\nSeveral of the younger wolfwomen are gawking a bit, but most of the other ones are trading amused looks. The one who said she wanted to see if you barked or meowed... a mostly black-furred one with brilliant blue eyes... steps forward and tucks her curled fingers under your chin instead, tilting your head up towards her, her tail wagging laconically behind her. "You're fun as well as cute, hm?"\n\n"Yes'm," you assure her, wiggling your bare ass a bit as if you had a tail to wag as well.\n\n"Well good, because tonight's going to be a <i>lot</i> of fun," she assures you in that deep, sonorous, wild voice before leaning in and pressing her lips to yours.\n\nThe kiss is strong and commanding, and immediately her tongue dives into your mouth... as wide and soft and powerful as a dog's tongue but apparently a bit more agile, judging by the way she very deliberately rolls and laps around in your mouth with it. You shiver at the touch, your hands starting to rise towards her as you kiss back, but your wrists are quickly seized... firmly, if still rather playfully.\n\nInstead you find your hands guided between strong thighs and tucked against thick-furred pussies, obviously encouraged to start using your fingers to seek out the warm, wet flesh beneath it. Other wolfwomen are already stroking your body, strong, slightly inhuman hands sliding over your belly, hips, legs, sides, cupping your breasts, petting your head. Those powerful female voices are also all cooing over you and praising you, how cute you are, how nice your ass is, how good you smell, how wet your pussy is getting. The sense of them crowded around you, hot and soft and strong and attentive, is almost overwhelming, and yet strangely comforting and relaxing at the same time.\n\nSoon long, strong fingers are probing your dripping pussy, stroking and rubbing at the outside, one wolfwoman's fingertip delicately teasing your clit before another takes her turn giving it fast, firm rubs, making you writhe and whimper softly in their midst. One of those fingers slowly slips up inside you, being ever-so-careful with that claw on the tip, letting it run along your inner walls with a soft thrill of danger but nothing else. You gasp even louder into the blue-eyed wolfwoman's mouth as a broad tongue starts lapping across your asshole, your body jumping forward against hers and pressing bare breasts against much larger fur-covered ones.\n\nShe breaks the kiss suddenly, but only so that one of the other wolfwomen can turn your head towards her and take over, her tongue lapping and rolling claimingly in your mouth as well, matching up to the strokes of the fingers currently teasing your clit. Her kiss doesn't last nearly as long before another wolfwoman is pulling you over to kiss her, another hybrid canine-human tongue washing through your mouth with the taste of girl and other wild things. \n\nYour hands are urged to move now was well, here being pressed to a large breast, there being urged to squeeze a hip, more than once pressed flat to a tummy in obvious supplication for rubs and scritches. It doesn't really matter where you reach anyway... you're completely surrounded by fluffy, horny humanoid wolves, all of them still cooing sweet little compliments and urgings in those deep but smooth voices. You can hear, and even occasionally see in glimpses between them when you're moved from one kiss to the next, that there's plenty of girl-on-girl action happening independently of you too... beyond the circle around you other wolfwomen are fondling one another, kissing, laying in pairs stroking between each other's legs or sixty-nining, the occasional obvious howl of release ringing out from somewhere nearby.\n\nEventually you wind up with a pair of the wolfwomen kneeling in front of you and behind you, both your pussy and ass now being thoroughly attended by wide, quickly-lapping tongues, while other wolfwomen lick at your belly and breasts. Your own tongue isn't kept idle, either, being offered more than one set of large fur-covered breasts to rub your face against or suckle at the nipples and areola peaking out from amidst the fur. It's a pretty amazing variety, you think in a happy daze through the pleasure of all those other tongues working over you, stimulating you, leaving you quivering and sort of slipping from one orgasm to the next. Pert mounds, torpedoes, mountains, boulders, but all of them big... clearly werewolf endowments don't come in "petite". \n\nThen you're moved into a whole new position of your own... specifically down on your back and then your lower body lifted, two wolfwomen holding you in place like that while another moves between your legs, lapping over both your pussy and your pucker indiscriminately. A fourth moves into place straddling your head... she's one of the ones with her fur more closely-trimmed to her pussy, already damp and slick soaked with her juices. It's definitely an interesting sensation, licking over that wet fur, tasting the mixture of it and her arousal, then slipping between those plump, full lips to have your tongue slip over much smoother pink flesh. \n\nThe wolfwomen occasionally change out in both positions, marking differences in both the patterns of your holes being licked and the pussies being pressed down on your mouth. With the ones licking you it's easy enough to tell the changes by their methods... some like lapping at you like you were a bowl of water, basically indiscriminately working over both holes. Some like longer, slower, more all-covering licks over one or both. Others tease and lap at just your ass for long minutes on end, while others seem to be trying to shove their muzzles in your sodden teenage cunt to get those wide, agile tongues in as deep as they can. While you're cumming your brains out over and over again, you're also gazing up at a rotation of the gorgeous furry women above you as they press their pussies to your mouth, that interestingly diverse range that's all still in the big-boobed amazon area, and all of them cooing and whuffing and petting your head and scratching your scalp gently and murmuring affectionately teasing things like "Who's a good girl, whooooo's a good girl" like you were a housepet.\n\nLater in the night you're laying partly on your back, partly on top of and between two of the wolfwomen, their big furry tits pressed around your head as one rubs your tummy and the other finger-fucks your pussy, both of them in the MILF range and both of them keeping up that constant barrage of sweetly teasing compliments about what a good girl you are and look at your squirms and aren't your wiggles precious as you cum. You shudder between them as you do cum again, your lips parting as you gasp out-\n\n<hr>\n[["Yes, I'm a good girl!"|GGMB]]\n\n[["I wanna join!"|GGMB]]\n\n[["Fuck I wish I could breed you!"|GGMB5x7]]

Oh yeah, that's a good one, too. Well, you suppose technically it's always the same moon, and yet every full moon seems a little bit different, doesn't it? As if it were both the same and renewed, remade every month to be looked on fresh. Or something.\n\nWith such poetic thoughts in mind you pull out your sketchbook and go to work, trying to accurately shade all the little nooks and crannies and even actual craters you can see clearly out in the wilderness (and in this case not to let yourself get carried away with fanciful additions, at least for this first one). It's mostly just shading, obviously, but it is good practice and you're actually feeling like you're honing some technique, so you're quickly feeling satisfied and good about your decision as the evening gradually fades towards night.\n\nThen you blink, raising your head as there's the howl of a wolf in the distance. ... Well. It sounds like a wolf, anyway. You quickly try to tell yourself that it must be a dog, probably on some remote farm or cabin yard, because wolves are supposed to be extinct in this part of the country. (You recall from one of your state history classes that this area was home to a particular breed of wolf but that it was hunted to nothing within fifty years of Deviville's official founding.) So yeah, gotta be just a dog, nothing to worry about, you think as you turn back to the sketchpad.\n\nThen there's an answering howl from somewhere else entirely in the woods. At least it sounds that way, you think a little nervously as you glance in the direction it seemed to come from. Maybe it's just the wind shifting and playing tricks? Then there's another howl and another.\n\n'Almost sounds like a gathering of werewolves, doesn't it?' part of your brain that sounds both smug and a bit frightened suggests.\n\nYou swallow hard, then glance behind you at the tent. No... surely not werewolves. Not for real. But whatever it is there's quite a few of them, obviously. Maybe you should get in the tent and hunker down. Or to be even more on the safe side, spend the night in the car, that might be-\n\nThen there's a howl from much, much closer by. You freeze in place, your muscles tensing up. Another part of your brain, the one retaining the bits descended from prey creatures, is trying to stoke you into getting up and running, not in any particular direction, just Away, and as fast as you can. Unfortunately (or fortunately) the rest of your brain that's been crippled by thousands of years of civilization is still trying to process what to do on some sort of rationality when you hear cracking twigs, scruffling underbrush, and the splash of water.\n\nThe wolf people seem to just form up out of the night all around you, one moment not there and the next moment there, as if the firelight properly hitting their coats had switched off some sort of cloaking field. But they definitely have you surrounded, all of them tall and upright, covered in fur, and various levels and types of muscular. Some of them have more padding than others... bigger butts, thicker thighs, even some squishy-looking tummy here and there, and yet all of them are visibly powerful, with strong shoulders and visible tone in their arms even beneath the fur, which ranges through a wide variety of colors, dappled shades of grey, similarly shifting shades of brown, a few black. And all of them are women, their breasts full and large and completely on display, sexes mostly hidden by thick tufts of fur at their crotches, though here and there are some who are sleek enough that their furry pussies are completely visible and outlined in the flickering light of your fire. They look like they range in age from a few years older than you to probably around middle-aged somewhere, older than your mom.\n\n"Well girls," one of the older ones says in an amused tone, her voice deep and a bit rumbly but still feminine. "Looks like we've got ourselves someone camping at our side of the meeting grounds. Again."\n\n"Oooo, she's cute, though," one of the younger ones says, grinning wolfishly (well she would) and showing off some rather sharp teeth, her tail starting to wag.\n\n"I agree, she's pretty cute," one of the wolfwomen about your mom's age says, reaching up a hand to cup her slightly muzzle-like chin. "What do you say, ladies, shall we see if she barks or if she meows?"\n\n<hr>\n[["... eep..."|GGMB]]\n\n[[Run!|GGMB]]\n\n[[Clothing ejection system has been engaged.|GGMB5x6]]

... Or is it, like, a small river at this point? You have no idea. You're sure there must be some exacting, nitpicky definition for when something moves from a stream to a river, but since you've never heard of a name for this one you'll just assume it's a stream. People seem to like to name them once they become rivers.\n\nBleh, either way, it's just as scenic to camp next to it, but with considerably less walking and absolutely <i>no</i> carrying heavy bundles across a log at risk of getting soaked. That'll suit you fine.\n\nYou do have to make several trips back and forth to the car, still, but it's still fairly early in the day and you've got plenty of energy... though even that's taxed once you've finally got everything set out in the sort of curve of the stream. By the time the tarp is rolled out and pinned, the tent is up, and everything else is either put away or set up, you're actually ready to crawl into the tent and take a brief nap (which winds up lasting most of the afternoon).\n\nIt's early evening when you wake up and, yawning, go scrounging for wood for a fire. Building it inside the little metal firebox you set up (since the ground here was likely to be wet if you tried to dig even a shallow hole for a firepit), you soon have it crackling merrily away as the light is fading, and surprisingly quickly too. But then you are in the middle of a bunch of tall trees and with some mountains not that far off, that's probably part of it.\n\nSpeaking of which. You squint upwards, trying to find the moon through the trees. Let's see, let's see... ah, there it is! Yup, that sure is a-\n\n<hr>\n[[-full moon.|GGMB5x5]]\n\n[[-crescent moon?!|GGMB]]

"I'm really very glad to have you with us today! I understand you're scheduled to look at quite a number of other campuses as well...?"\n\n"Yeah." You smile at the girl several years older than you, tucking your hands into your jacket pockets. "I had a... guess you could say mentor once. She told me to look around to find where I belong. Guess I want to make sure I do that."\n\n"Well, I really hope you'll choose our university. After all, there's a full academic scholarship on the table, to my understanding?"\n\n"Yup. Her again. 'Work hard'." You grin a little wider, resisting the urge to laugh a little. "Seems kinda simple, but I guess the context she said it in made it really stick."\n\n"She sounds like quite the remarkable woman!"\n\n"Definitely." Your smile turns a little rueful as you glance down, saying a brief prayer to no god in particular that wherever Ripley Connors is, she's safe, warm, and maybe finally got past her prologue too.\n\n"I hope you don't mind, we've actually got one other visitor who's going to be touring with us today, so if we could wait just a little... oh, here she comes now!" The guide laughs a bit. "It looks like you two have something in common as far as your taste in hairstyles goes!"\n\n"Hm?" You absently reach up to brush your fingers through your now completely blue hair, even as you turn to look at the sound of footfalls on the tile. For just a moment you feel a pang of nostalgia and fondness as you spot the bright purple hair... then shock overcomes that as you start picking out the features beneath it. The shape of the face, the slender build, the slightly sinuous way of moving. The other woman stops in front of you, hazel eyes sparkling with unvoiced delight.\n\n"Cyan, this is one of our other hopefuls, Veronica Keys. Veronica, this is Cyan LaChance."\n\n"I prefer Ronnie," she says, holding out one elegant, dark brown hand towards you.\n\n"... Hello again," you whisper back, reaching out to take that hand and shake it slowly.\n\n"Oh?" The guide blinks, glancing back and forth between the two of you, then smiling brightly. "Do you two know each other?"\n\nYou glance at the guide, then back to the other woman, smiling again as you feel unshed tears warming your eyes. "I've seen her around, yeah."\n\n"So, Cyan." Those hazel eyes sparkle even brighter, almost seeming to flash yellow as she gives your hand a squeeze. "Shall we go see if this is where we belong?"\n\n<b>Dark Sector 36</b> End - <i>The beginning</i>

Yeah you still haven't played 99% of your Steam library, you can't just run off into the woods when you've got those sorts of obligations waiting for you at home.\n\nYou settle back down to laze and kinda-sorta think again. ... And jerk off again. Twice. Totally as an experiment, of course, to see what your new dick is like on the recuperation front when it's not moon-powered. It's absolutely in the interest of science and arming yourself with further knowledge that you sit there in the open in the woods under the pleasant sun with birds chirping while frantically pumping away at your dick and fucking your hands and spurting loads all over your own belly and tits. \n\nScience.\n\nBut anyway you do learn that you still apparently recover pretty fast and <i>can</i> go again almost immediately thereafter, you've basically just gotta put your mind (and a lot of lustful imagery) to it. Definitely nothing compared to how last night you were just fucking and cumming nonstop without ever once slacking or even diminishing the size of your loads, but still pretty high-energy.\n\n(The memory of just how many creampies you gave last night does threaten to make you consider the implications of that whole "We have a breeder!" thing, but you decide to push that out of your mind for now as well.)\n\nEventually, after cleaning up again, you check your clothes and find them dry. Your shirt goes on without a problem, but the shorts are another matter entirely. They were admittedly of a rather thotty fit in the first place, being a few years old and largely only fitting because they'd been washed so soft and rather thin that they still kind of fit, but that means that there is absolutely and entirely zero room for your new dick and balls in them. You look down, your member spilling out the front, the shorts still held up despite being unzipped and unbuttoned due to their original snugness, and sigh, giving it up.\n\nGoing ahead and packing up the camp, you repeat yesterday's process in reverse, this time just with your new dick hanging out and wobbling. Once you're packed up you climb into the car and set off home, trying not to focus on the illicit thrill of now <i>driving</i> with your dick out, and back towards civilization at that, which just innately seems far more thrilling and perverse than flopping around naked in the woods did. Several times you have to struggle to get your mind on something else to keep it from getting hard while you're driving (or give in to the temptation to jerk yourself off while you're driving).\n\nLuckily when you get home there's no sign of the other car, or any lights on. Your dad must still be on his own camping trip, and your mother must have gone out for something. Snagging your jacket from the side seat, you wrap it around your middle and, after a glance around, dash from the car to the house and in. Probably look weird to any nosy neighbors peeking, but not as weird as making the same run while cocking dickily down the path. Once inside you lean heavily against the hallway and huff a few times, before shaking your head. You'll bring in the rest of the stuff later.\n\nDeciding you'd best get some (concealing) clothes on just in case your mom comes home soon, you head upstairs and look through your stuff. Sweat pants would be the most obviously to keep things covered completely, but then there's the potential for them to sort of... drape. Besides, if you suddenly switched to going around in sweats all the time that would be as good as shouting "Hey I'm hiding something". Instead after a bit more searching you find some loose black "tacticool" pants with a lot of pockets. There, that's just about perfect, kinda baggy and loose but well within the wheelhouse of your normal wardrobe choices, and you can always buy more similar pairs later. Some more rummaging in your panty drawer turns up some of the stretchiest ones, and you select a purple pair of those before snagging a clean shirt and heading for the bathroom for a proper shower.\n\nYou resist the urge to jerk off again in the shower, despite your dick clearly being ready to go again, stiffening up despite your attempts to keep your mind on just getting clean and getting dressed. (Gawd, how do boys your age even function?! ... Oh right some of 'em don't.) You eventually get out and dry off, your cock eventually going down by the time you get dressed. You manage to tuck it into the front of the panties, though it winds up hugged pretty tightly by the fabric and almost obscenely outlined, practically worse than not wearing them would be. Still, important for keeping things tucked and still. (You may have to consider switching to like... jock straps or something. You wonder if they even make them with waists small enough but cloth cups big enough that they'd fit you? Maybe you can message that infamous Astolfo cosplayer and ask if he knows where to buy them.)\n\nOnce the pants are on and done up, you spend a few moments examining yourself in the mirror. Hm... there's definitely a slight bulge visible still, but you're pretty sure it's only obvious to you because you're looking for it. If you slouch just a little... yeah, that'll keep things adequately concealed.\n\n'Okay, now what?' you think as you head back to your room. You've concealed the issue for the moment, and maybe you can get away with concealing it longterm, but you probably need to figure out what to actually <i>do</i> longterm. Like, just keep this up? Look for a way to undo the spell or whatever to get back to normal? You need some sort of a plan...\n\n<hr>\n[[Ask someone for help.|GGMB5x10]]\n\n[[Look through the magic book.|GGMB7x1]]\n\n[[Meet up with the she-wolves again.|GGWWB]]\n\n[[Do more scientific research.|GGWWB]]\n\n[[Just deal with it.|GGWWB]]

Looks like the she-wolf pack has disappeared with the dawn. But at least if you needed more proof that last night wasn't a dream than the hefty cock dangling between your thighs, there are plenty of signs (and smells) of the lesbian orgy that took place last night, the greenery tamped down (in places with the visible shape of bodies), scuffed-up dirt, a distinct smell coming from your tent which is gaping open and has the sleeping bag rumpled and spread out. (... Did it still count as a lesbian orgy once you grew a dick? ... Yeah best not go down that train of thought, it's too early and you're still a little dried-out.)\n\nEventually you manage to wobble to your feet and over to the stream, finally shucking your shoes and socks to step into the water and start cleaning up. On further inspection of yourself you realize that the moon markings (like of the actual moon) are still there, they're just incredibly faint, almost unnoticeable even to you... from about five feet away they'd be invisible. Part of you wonders, though, if they'll stay that way at night. You're obviously well into some lunar magic... well, calling it "nonsense" doesn't seem quite right since the proof that it works is hanging just below it. And, in fact, despite the cold of the water, you attempting to rinse the leavings of repeatedly fucking fourteen plus werewolf bitches is having an effect, and it's once more stiffening. \n\nOf course last time it was already hard as it sort of... grew in... so you can't help but watch in a bit of fascination, and admittedly some lust of your own, as you get to watch it actually go from soft to hard. It slowly rises upward, occasionally giving a lurching twitch as your heart beats particularly hard with the excitement, thickening and getting longer as it stiffens, until it's jutting out in front of you. It's not <i>insanely</i> huge, but it's definitely either one of or maybe even the biggest you've seen even in your browsings on the internet. (Live action, obviously it can't begin to compete with artistic endeavors.)\n\nWhich, naturally, leads to you gripping it with both hands and pumping enthusiastically, gradually moaning and losing any possible inhibitions about the strangeness of being stuck with a massive male member for the moment. Those memories of last night flash through your mind, some of them making your cock jump hard in your hands or twitch or dribble out pre to fall in long, sticky strands down to the water. Soon you let out a cry and jerk your hips forward, your cock shuddering in your hands, a quick pulse of swelling passing below your fingertips as the first shots of your load fire out particularly enthusiastically, your pussy once more gushing all over your balls and inner thighs as the strange intensity of the male orgasm echoes into your cunt.\n\nYou huff and twitch a little in the aftermath, your head pleasantly foggy for the moment. You notice that unlike last night, once you've spent your load your cock almost immediately loses a tiny bit of hardness, pressing more heavily against your hands. You take them away and watch as it gradually deflates... apparently without the moon out (maybe the full moon?) you're not going to be exercising the same unlimited stamina and near-instant recovery you did last night. Shaking your head and blushing, you do your best to clean off without turning yourself on again, then clamber out of the stream.\n\nYou eat a few sugary snacks while lazing in the sun and letting yourself dry off, just sort of... not quite thinking about what you're going to do now. More like thinking alongside that. Because if you think directly at it you might freak out about how you're gonna deal with this turn of events, and that would harsh the very nice day and the very pleasant, almost zen-like feeling of double post nut clarity you've got going on as you lay naked in the sun.\n\nEventually you bow to the inevitability of needing to get up and at least look for your clothes. You find your shirt without too much trouble... looks like it got laid on and probably rolled over across at least several times, but it's largely intact and just a bit dirty, so you wash it in the stream and drape it over the top of the tent to dry out. Finding your shorts takes a bit more work since you tossed those yourself, but you eventually find them already in the stream and caught up against a branch, still intact just soaked, so you lay those out atop the tent to dry as well.\n\nYou just sort of eye both dripping garments, imagining pulling them on once they're dry, packing up the camp, heading back to civilization, your parents, your friends... all with a new magic dick hanging pendulously from your crotch. (Geez it's heavy too, you keep being reminded of the weight when you move certain ways.) This is going to present a rather massive alteration to your life, you're pretty sure. Heck, just in what you can wear without it bulging through obscenely! Plus you're <i>pretty</i> sure your parents might notice eventually, you do live in the same house with them and they're only a normal adult level of oblivious. Plus your friends might also eventually notice... or oh crap, there's always school. Goddammit, gym class, why haven't you been declared a crime against humanity already?!\n\n'Well you could just forget all that,' part of your brain murmurs. It's a sort of husky, smug, excited part... you could almost imagine it as the voice of the mindless fuck-animal that woke up in you last night in a breeding frenzy and maybe hasn't entirely gone to sleep again. 'Just walk away, into the woods. Live wild and free with your dick out. Don't worry about tomorrow or even an hour from now, just truly live in the moment!'\n\n<hr>\n[[YEAH!|GGMB]]\n\n[[No you need wifi to live.|GGMB5x9]]

Well, I've said the fetishes are too numerous to list, but I may as well try. Consider this a sort of informational warning, or an incentive if that's how you want to view it.\n\n<b>Common</b> \nThis is a short list of the stuff that I really quite like, so you're likely to see it crop up on some branch of almost every storyline you follow.\n\n<i>Anal\nLarge Insertions (without pain)\nBreast Enlargement\nMind Control\nVoluminous Cum\n</i>\n\n<b>Included</b>\nThis is just the stuff that's in the game somewhere, in various amounts. It's entirely likely for this list to lag behind or just forget something.\n\n<i>Incest\nBestiality\nVirgins\nTransformation\nBimbofication\nMind Alteration\nThreats\nBlackmail\nWatersports\nShemales\nMascot costumes\nMythological creatures\nParalysis\nLactation\nSnuff\nNecrophilia\nBreath control\nInfantilism\nSissification\nPublic nudity\n</i>\n\n[[Back.|Start]]

Getting at least a few pictures of the inside of the arcade is probably a good idea... your blog has plenty of crossover with different types of nerds, gamers included, so some images of old and possibly rare arcade machines left sitting and abandoned should stir up a nice mix of interest and outrage and get the views flowing. You're practically smirking at the thought as you approach the building...\n\n... then yelp and jump slightly as there's a crack and a shower of sparks, followed by a struggling buzz as a few parts of the neon sign light up again, flickering here and there, some letters lit and others dark, as if trying to spell out some sort of hidden message. Inside you can see some dim lights coming on and here faint, almost hauntingly familiar arcade game noises, like a ghostly echo of every perfectly normal arcade you've ever passed in a mall.\n\n"... Motion activated," you murmur to yourself, briefly glancing around for whatever sensor you must have tripped before giving it up and just walking through the door, once more assuring yourself that this must be nothing more than a power-saving device.\n\nInside, the overhead lights aren't on, but a number of the games and cabinets are lit up, now going through their 'attract modes' with example gameplay, little cinematics, or just flickering lights and game sprites to catch the eye and draw attention. Not all of them are lit up, leaving the ones that are dark and 'dead' to stand out more starkly somehow. It's strange but as you watch the flickering lights from the machines around them, you can't help but picture the game characters' pixelated smiles as having been twisted into leers, as if smug at having escaped the same fate... or gloating at being the cause of it. For some weird reason you remember one biology class teaching about how young trees will choke each other out as they compete for the same resources, even that gentle and unassuming part of nature killing to insure its survival... maybe it's a glance at the thick, chaotic masses of cables running between and behind the games, reminding you faintly of gnarled, overgrown tree roots.\n\n'Or maybe intestines,' you think with a light shudder as you pass one of the edgy nineties arcade cabinets just as its preprogrammed playthrough has one of the massive lizard characters rip off the head of its opponent and hold it up gleefully, the rough polygonal vertebrae swaying energetically below. Just as you've passed it, you pause and look back over your shoulder just in time to see the screen light up with the logo. ... Weird, for just a second you had the distinct impression both the lizardman fighter and the severed head of the ninja he was holding up were staring at you. ... Eh, probably just some clever, perhaps even accidental, effect from the curve of the screen.\n\nThere are a few of the other arcade standards besides the cabinet... a claw game (which you're actually really good at, incidentally), the wan lights from the overhead part of the glass case containing prizes shining like some faint (or maybe false) hope in the darkness. There's a 'Gallagher Gopher' hammer game that looks to at least be partly working, to judge by the little mustachioed animatronic vermin that occasionally pop up and waggle their arms around tauntingly. It looks like one of the skeeball machines is still working, too, even if just one, a flickering pattern of lights drawing inward towards the center hole as if beckoning.\n\nYou notice that one of the token dispensing machines has a vending cup that's almost overflowing with tokens. Huh, since some of the games are actually playable, getting some footage of yourself playing one seems like a good idea, just to prove you didn't mock all this up in GIMP or something.\n\n<hr>\n[[Play a cabinet.|WilmaFun7x1]]\n\n[[Play one of the other arcade games.|WilmaFun5x2]]

The whole point of a school is the students, after all... you can bring the staff around or replace them eventually without focusing on them.\n\nNow, let's see. There are a handful of good places to start, students that you could effect change on that would see that change ripple outward, most likely, for reasons of popularity, or influence... or, admittedly, just because you find them interesting.\n\nFor instance, there's the [[Yuuki twins|HelenJP1x7]]. Brother and sister, both attractive, both rather popular, both doing well in class... but from the reports you have, likely underperforming at all three. They're just cruising by, when with even a little extra effort they could be so much more of all three things. Making a few changes in their behavior could have a nice ripple effect among the student body, or set new trends.\n\nThere's [[Sakura Tanami|HelenJP]]. Very pretty, but apparently has a bad attitude, tends to be standoffish and borderline (or outright) rude much of the time, to both other students and staff. She's one of the most attractive girls in school, so she too could be quite the trendsetter after an attitude adjustment... or a powerful tool for you to use.\n\nHm, [[Mitsune Nakamoto|HelenJP]]. Apparently a very talented chemist, but she's been coached by more conservative teachers all her life to take the safe, uninspired route to make sure she keeps acquiring grants and funding. You could take those reins off and make her something really great that could revitalize Fakkushiri's reputation... and/or perhaps make use of her talents for your own gain.\n\nFinally, there's [[Ken Nakano|HelenJP]], probably the closest thing Fakkushiri has to a delinquint and bully. This school is too bland and heavily disciplined to have the typical sort of blustering gang leader like you'd see in anime or TV dramas, but he's probably close enough for government completely-ignore-it-to-avoid-work. You could probably increase happiness at the school by reining him in... or perhaps you could turn his talents to some more useful purpose.

"I'll keep Jun-san for now, thank you," you reply after a moment's thought. "The sense of continuity will help things go over better with the rest of the staff, I think."\n\n"Alright. She shouldn't be that hard to manipulate, in any event, so I'll leave everything in your hands. Remember, I'll be checking on your progress at the end of the month, my darling!" And with that, the line clicks closed.\n\nYou sigh a bit and hang up. That woman. ... And her fantastic cock and tits. You blush a little as that causes some stirring, and you take a moment to focus and keep yourself from getting too excited. It's easy enough... you really do have quite a bit of control over your body, if not your thoughts. \n\nYou spend a little bit reviewing records on the computer that you didn't have access to at home, since they hadn't set up your remote login, getting an idea of who's working for you, who's attending, any problem areas, that sort of thing. There aren't a lot of problem areas... a few students who seem to be underachieving, or pushing too hard in the effort to overachieve, some staff that are doing the same, and overall it's very bland. Though in the course of checking out the computer's files, you do discover that there's a network of hidden cameras all across the school, as well as monitoring software that lets you see the screen and access history of any computer on school grounds. Must be one of those useful additions Katsuko mentioned.\n\nBut enough poking around, it's time to actually do something!\n\n<hr>\n[[Focus on the staff.|HelenJP]]\n\n[[Focus on the students.|HelenJP1x6]]\n\n[[Focus on those cameras.|HelenJP]]

Some 'classic' arcade action is probably better... it'd certainly be harder to claim you faked it up in a garage or something for sure. You draw out your cellphone and flick it on, switching the camera around to screen-side before hitting record.\n\n"Hey everybody, Wilma here with another entry for the Monster Magnet blog. Iiiii am currently in Fast Felipe's Fabulous Funland! Yeah, the weird abandoned theme park," you continue as you wander into the section of the more physically oriented games. "Specifically I am in the arcade, and you might not believe it but a lot of this stuff still works. So I'm gonna play one of the actual hands-on games that's still working, specifically..."\n\n<hr>\n[["-Crazy Coyote's Claw Capture."|WilmaFun6x1]]\n\n[["-Gallagher Gopher's Wowee Whomp."|WilmaFun5x3]]\n\n[["-skeeball."|WilmaFun8x1]]

Wincing at a slightly harder slam from the hammer, you look up at the frozen, immobile face of the Crazy Coyote animatronic, grinning wanly at it. "H-hey, aren't coyotes a natural predator of gophers? Don't suppose you'd be willing to help out?"\n\nFor a moment nothing happens other than you feeling a little calmer from taking the time to quip in such an insane situation. Then there's a soft whirr as the animatronic's ears move and its eyes light up, glowing solid red as it rises up from its looming position. The jaw with its displayed plastic triangles of teeth clicks closed, your eyes widening and face going pale with terror as its knees groan softly with movement, the whole thing stepping in and slamming a metal-and-plastic hand to the door beside your head.\n\n"Maybe, little one," Crazy Coyote says, the movements of its jaw-motors faintly audible beneath the soft thrum of the thing's lightly Mexican-accented voice. "Maybe."\n\n<hr>\n[[[Screams in mind-broken terror.]|WilmaFun]]\n\n[["... uh... hi."|WilmaFun5x6]]

Temptation by the devil or not, the offer is really too good to pass up (and the prospect of what might happen if you refuse a little too intimidating). So finally you give a nod. "Alright, Kinomoto-san, I accept. I'll become principal of Fakkushiri High."\n\n"Excellent!" Katsuko leans forward, again flashing her nipples at you as she picks up the teapot and turns it, pouring you a cup from the red spout. "Then please, drink up in celebration!"\n\nWell, tea as celebration seems a bit odd, but then you are in Japan. You pick up the cup in both hands and sip at the strong, fragrant tea... honestly, it's almost more like wine in its depth of flavor and the way it sends warmth spreading through you. In fact, it's warming you quite a bit... your whole body feels hot after just a few sips, and your skin's almost tingling. But after those first few sips you just can't help continuing to drink it, even as the physical heat becomes another sort of heat, making your nipples stiffen and your pussy moisten, plain white cloth starting to stick up against your puffy lower lips. You finally set the empty cup down, panting heavily, your eyes a little glazed as you look at your host. "O-oh my... what... what sort of tea is this...?"\n\n"A very, very special blend. You see, when I told you I'd grant you power, I didn't just mean over the school. I also meant I would grant you certain abilities that will make your influence over the school, staff, and students easier to exercise," she explains as she rises from her chair and sashays around the table, your eyes locked on the body that had only been shocking in its shamelessness before, but now has your mind churning with sexual thoughts as she approaches. "And a body more suited to driving you in the direction I want you to take the school in," she coos as she unfastens the belt of her kimono and lets it drop to the floor.\n\nShe's naked beneath it, which isn't much of a surprise considering, but what is surprising is the large cock dangling down between her legs. It's easily of a scale fitting with her breasts, long and thick even soft, though it doesn't remain that way very long. You stare in shock... and desire... as it twitches to life and slowly, steadily rises up to point towards your face while Katsuko fondles her breasts and pinches at her nipples, making low sounds of pleasure. Overcome by the display and whatever the tea has done to you, you lean towards it and wrap your lips around the large head, suckling eagerly and swirling your tongue around it, moaning yourself at the taste.\n\n"That's right, my little gaijin slut," Katsuko purrs as she rocks her hips forward, encouraging you to take more of her cock. "Suckle Mistress's fat prick... I own you, and that school, now, and you're going to have so much fun doing my bidding!"\n\nEven if you wanted to argue with her at the moment, you don't think you could manage with your mouth full of her dick. You sag out of the chair and onto your knees in front of her, popping the head out of your mouth and panting as you lick up the silky-smooth shaft and then lean in to nuzzle and slurp at her heavy, equally smooth balls. Your hands slide worshipfully up and down her thighs and hips as you lick and suck at her sack and shaft, before sliding your mouth over it and fucking your face onto her shaft, overcome with desire. Katsuko smirks down at you as she watches you raping your throat on her dick, almost idly grabbing your hair scrunchy and yanking it out to toss it away, before reaching up and tugging out her hairpins, giving her head a shake to let the long raven tresses go cascading down her back, tossing the bejeweled pins away as negligently as she did your dollar store hairtie. She continues fondling herself slowly and deliberately as you work your mouth on her cock, apparently pleased by your moans and desperate gulping.\n\nHowever, eventually she grabs your hair and yanks you back, leaving you gasping and panting, your lower face a mess of smeared spit. She hauls you upward, making you scramble to get to your feet as she pulls on your hair, then shoves you forward across the table and shoves your skirt up. You shake your ass shamelessly as she grabs the back of your pantyhose and rips them to shreds, then yanks down your panties to reveal your sodden pussy. However, rather than making use of that, she guides her spit-slicked cock between your cheeks, nudging up against your pucker. You give a loud cry and cum almost instantly as she shoves forward, driving into your virgin ass deep and not stopping until her balls are pressed up against your dripping cunt.\n\n"That's right, little white whore, take every inch of me in your ass," Katsuko coos sweetly, adoringly, as she grabs your still-clothed waist and begins pumping into you, her firm thrusts making her huge bare tits bounce energetically. "I'm going to give you a lewd body like mine, and let's see how long your ideas of running a nice, academic little school last then, hmm?"\n\nYou really should be taking in the revelation of her apparent plan, or reeling over the fact she apparently intends to alter your very body somehow, but you're a little too busy cumming every time her balls slap up against your pussy. Your eyes have rolled up in your head and your tongue's lolled out, your drool dripping down onto the expensive wooden tabletop. Katsuko's thrusts gradually grow harder and faster, rocking your whole body against the table, the firm slap of flesh on flesh keeping time with your overlapping orgasms. Until finally the rich dickgirl groans loudly and slams forward, spilling her thick, hot load deep into your ass.\n\nYou shudder, gritting your teeth as you cum harder than you could even imagine, both at the feeling of her jizzing in you but also at the changes it sets off in your body. Your sodden pussy grows smaller and tighter where her balls are resting against it, shrinking away until it disappears entirely, even as the front of your crotch bulges out, dropping a pair of fat orbs into a newly-forming sack as a thick shaft pushes down and forward. At the same time, your tits are swelling, lifting you up further from the tabletop as they gain mass. First your bra snaps, and then the buttons of your shirt strain, until they too pop open and spill your growing boobs out onto the table. As Katsuko finishes spilling the last of her spunk deep into your ass, your own new cock starts spurting long, thick ropes of milky cum forward onto the floor and chairs, the sensation of this new sort of orgasm on top of the old ones proving too much for you, your mind going blank and your body going limp.\n\n<hr>\n[[When you awake...|HelenJP1x3]]

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

You swallow hard, trembling all over like a near-dead leaf clinging to its branch in a rainstorm, but manage to choke out a, "Uh... hi there."\n\nThose glowing red eyes stay fixed on you for a long moment... before the cables and motors of the animatronic's neck tilt its head back and it lets out a literal bark of laughter, the sounds overlayed atop each other as they emerge from whatever speaker serves it as a voicebox. Then the thing looks back at you. "You are either very brave or have gone a little mad, my darling." The hand not on the door comes up to curl around your chin, cold metal and plastic pressing against you as it tilts your head up. "I think it is the latter, yes?"\n\n"P-... probably," you choke out, swallowing hard.\n\n"That's good. You would have to be crazy to stay sane in this place. But that means we should stick together, hm? Crazies should watch out for each other, no? Yes, yes I think so. Alright, I'll help you. Here, stay where I put you until I come for you. Yeeees?"\n\nYou realize after a few seconds of those red eyes staring at you that he's waiting for a confirmation, so you nod emphatically. This really does seem insane, but... well, you don't exactly have a lot of better offers right now. Letting out a shorter bark-laugh, Crazy Coyote nods, dropping his hand to grab your arm and half-pull, half-shove you into the space in the back of the closet he was occupying. Then he yanks open the door and steps out.\n\nAlmost instantly you hear a chorus of small, high-pitched screams. "THE MAD ONE! THE MAD ONE!" the crowd of Gallagher Gophers shriek as there's a canine howl, then the sound of scampering and crashing, breaking plastic and thuds against the wall. You stay where you are, wincing a little at what sounds like bodies both tiny and large hitting the walls, and occasionally glass and wood smashing or cracking. \n\nEventually though everything goes silent, leaving you in the dark of the closet with nothing but the sound of your heavy, terrified breathing to keep you company. Then the door creaks open, a dark, predatory silhouette filling it, broken only by the slitted red glow of two evil-seeming eyes. "Alright, little one, come out now."\n\nSlowly, uncertainly, you step forward, walking towards the terrifying animatronic that's apparently saved you from the more numerous tiny terrifying animatronics. As Crazy Coyote steps back and allows you to come out of the closet, you can see that the nearby parts of the arcade have been pretty thoroughly wrecked... cabinets have been overturned, some that are upright have had their screens smashed, and there's the pieces of at least a dozen Gallagher Gophers spread all over anything, with a few mostly-intact ones laying on the ground twitching and spasming in some electronic imitation of death throes. \n\n"Come. Follow closely," Crazy Coyote says as he steps forward again, sectioned tail swaying back and forth as he moves with a too-smooth stride towards one of the aisles. "Do not get too close. They are cowed for the moment, but should one become brave again, it might try to snatch you to prove something."\n\n"Do..." You swallow hard, hurrying to stick close to the slightly skeletal robotic being that you can't help but feel is liable to turn on you and tear you apart like those tiny robot gophers at any moment. "Do you mean... w-what, the arcade games?"\n\n"That is one thing to call them," the animatronic replies with a wuffing chuckle. \n\nThat just makes you swallow hard again and actually stick close to him, despite your fear. And despite your fear, your curiosity wells up. "What... what's happening here? What are you?"\n\n"Me, little one? I'm like them... like the small things that would have tormented you and ended your current existence, like the others out there in the park roaming about, minds full of ones and zeroes made of terror and hate. All of them constantly looking for someone to torment, to rape, to murder. I'm like them..." He stops, then turns to face you, mouth servos whirring as they somehow angle his cartoonish muzzle into a smirk, a hand coming up to tap a fingertip against his forehead with the soft plink, plink, plink of plastic on plastic. "But I'm <i>crazy</i>, you see."\n\n"C-crazy..." You swallow hard. Then you blink. "Wait, you're saying that... because you're 'Crazy' Coyote, that since... since all the other things like you are constantly looking for people to... to hurt... then you...?"\n\n"The only way to be the crazy one is to not do so, yes. But be wary, even the insane have their lucid periods," Crazy Coyote mumurs, leaning in close, the glow of his eyes intensifying briefly. "Don't ever think you're safe."\n\n"... I won't," you assure him in a tiny voice. You bite your lip, lowering your gaze a little from his face... and actually blushing a little as you wind up looking at his crotch, noticing the molded plastic balls and rubbery-looking shaft set there.\n\n"Good. Thinking you're safe might be a bit <i>too</i> crazy," he chuckles, turning back and resuming his stride, making no mention of you noticing his anatomical correctness (or near thereof, since he's not... canine... there). "I'll see you to the entrance of the park, I suggest you leave immediately and drive for several days without sleeping, just to make sure."\n\n"R-right," you agree as the two of you step out of the arcade and onto the thoroughfair, the neon sign immediately blinking dark as if to say 'good riddance'. "I mean, once my friends get there too, we'll leave right away."\n\nCrazy Coyote stops in place, head turning slightly. "Friends?"\n\n"Yeah... I came here with other people. Well, three other people and a dog."\n\nThe animatronic turns to face you fully, leaning in close again, head tilting. "Little one, your friends are dead."\n\nYou can feel yourself pale at that, and you quickly shake your head. "No, don't say that, they might not have run across any of the... things... like I did."\n\n"Even if they did not venture into any of the traps or playgrounds, the moment all of you entered this place you have been hunted, sought, desired, loved, hated," Crazy Coyote rumbles, that sectional plastic and metal tail twitching back and forth again. "By now they are either dead, changing, or worse. If you seek them you will almost certainly share their fate when you find them... if not by the hands of their own tormenter, or even by the hands of your own friends, then by mine, should I have a lucid spell," he reminds you, one of the little arcs of plastic above one of his eyes shifting upward with an audible <i>klik</i>. "Would you risk all of that for them?"\n\n<hr>\n[[Yes!|WilmaFun]]\n\n[[... no.|WilmaFun5x7]]

"I think I'd like these," you decide, indicating the red lingerie. Honestly, for the most part it's just hard to pass up something with the name 'Blood Wine', because who doesn't want some lingerie where the underwire isn't the only metal thing about it?\n\n"Excellent, wonderful," Lina coos, and you'd swear you see a little flash of triumph in her eyes. But she just picks up the bra and panties and holds them out. "Like I said, go try them on. You should wear them out!"\n\nAccepting the items, you head into the curtained room and close the door. You glance at the mirrors and notice that at least there's no 'You are under video surveillance' signs, which is both weird and comforting for a lingerie shop. You strip off your clothes, laying them on the nearby bench, then step into the panties and pull them up. You think they're called a 'Cheeky' cut or something, thy hug over the tops of your hips and conform closely to your rear, but dip down some in front. You tug and settle them into place, finding that they fit almost perfectly. Good enough that you take a moment posing in front of the mirror wearing just them, and have to admit they make your hips and ass look almost supernaturally good. Grinning, you pick up the bra and spend a few moments getting it on, then hm. "Uh, hey, Lina?"\n\n"Yes?" the blonde calls back.\n\n"The chest is basically perfect but the cups are a little loose," you note. Maybe she figured you were already wearing a bra that compressed them so guessed the size wrong?\n\n"Oh, that happens sometimes with new bras like that. Tug on the straps a few times, it should fit right then."\n\nA little dubious, you nevertheless listen and give the shoulder straps and the chest a few tugs. It does seem to work, though... after a few tries, the bra fits snug and flush up against you. You look into the mirror again and have to admit you look great... you've never had much in the way of boob envy, but the bra does make your chest look a bit bigger, the panties emphasize your hips and rear and somehow draw attention to your flat belly as well. The color apparently makes you look even more pale than normal, but eh, it's shiny and pretty and has an amazing name, you're happy. You're actually a little sad about having to cover it up with the same old jeans and t-shirt you were wearing before, but Lina did say you should wear it out. Shoving your old thong in your bag, you head back out to see a grinning blonde waiting.\n\n"They look and feel great, thanks so much for this," you tell her with a smile. "This is probably one of the nicer gifts I've ever been given and it came out of nowhere."\n\n"Oh I think you're going to enjoy this gift for a long, long time, so it was absolutely my pleasure," she coos, reaching out to stroke your cheek. "I hope I see you again soon."\n\nOkaaay, little weird, but hey if dressing cute girls in pretty lingerie is her thing, it's fine as long as she didn't like peep on you or anything, as far as you figure. Giving her one more round of thanks, you head outside, wincing heavily and shrinking back as the sun hits you again. Fucksakes, did it get even brighter and hotter while you were inside?! It feels like the sunlight is piercing right through your retinas and into your brain. Hurrying to get your sunglasses out and shove them back in place, you hurry home, doing your best to stick to shady spots, feeling like you must be picking up a sunburn along the way anyway. By the time you get home, you feel hot and exhausted, and immediately shut your door and turn off as many lights in your room as possible, even shutting off your computer. Stripping down to your new lingerie, you flop into bed, then pull the covers over yourself for an extra layer of insulation. Almost immediately, you drop off, sleeping like the dead.\n\nYou awaken to an odd feeling, like you can actually sense something outside sinking and something inside you rising. You lay beneath the blankets, feeling fuzzy and addled at first, but your thoughts rapidly clearing and your energy building. Wow, you actually feel great, talk about an amazing nap! You get up and glance at yourself... no sunburn, in fact you look pretty darn white. Probably just the darkness of the room... though it's not that dark, come to think of it, you can see weirdly perfectly. Eh, must be ambient lighting from... something. Though below the sense of being energetic and vibrant, there's another growing sensation... you're absolutely <i>starving</i>. You're getting hungrier by the second, and you quickly toss on some jeans and a t-shirt before hurrying downstairs. \n\n"Oh, hey there sleepyhead, thought we might wind up eating without you," your mother says with a smile as you enter the kitchen. "Your dad made burgers, didn't figure you'd want to miss that."\n\n"Here y'go," your father adds with a smile as you sit down at the kitchen table, passing you the platter of beef patties. \n\nYou take them and, despite loving your father's hamburgers and feeling so hungry you'd eat asparagus, looking at them... just doesn't do anything. They're well done, as they usually are at your mother's assistance, but you find your mind wandering to the idea of them being rare, dripping with juices, pink, practically still mooing. Feeling confused and annoyed, you set the platter down and look over at your parents, who don't seem to have noticed your ambivalence yet. Somehow, your hunger latches on to how attractive they both are... still young, and vibrant, life practically radiating off of them, warmth thrumming through their veins. Your lips start pulling back from your teeth a little as you find yourself picturing one of them, both of them, any of them writhing under you, gasping and bucking in tormented pleasure, muscles fluttering under your fingers, pulse quickening under your lips until you sink in your teeth and-\n\n<hr>\n[[Yes, let's do this!|GGLing1x3]]\n\n[[Whoa whoa whoa WHOA!|GGLing2x1]]

The instant you make the decision, you know what to do. Smiling, you casually say, "Hey, guys?" When your parents look over, you do your best to meet both their gazes. "You should really relax, now."\n\nYou can see your parents' eyes gradually glazing over, their hands lowering until they put their food down and rest them on the table. Both steadily grow glassy-eyed and heavy-lidded, even slumping a little in their chairs.\n\n"That's right, relax," you say in a soothing, even tone as you stand up and move around. You run a fingertip along the side and around the back of your father's neck, licking your lips a little at the sense of his pulse under your touch in passing. "Everything's good, so just sit there and take it easy." \n\n"Sit here and take it easy," they echo back to you faintly, your mother not so much as gasping as you reach around from behind her to squeeze her tits, pressing your nose in against her neck and inhaling. Yesss, that smells so fucking good, it's hard to resist the urge to bite here and now. But just as strong as that desire is the urge to make them tremble, make them fear, make them cum before. Mmm... you want both, but maybe you shouldn't divide your attention so fast. Pick one and go upstairs, yes? Leave the other down here while their daughter fucks their spouse. The thought makes you grin wickedly, sharp teeth brushing against your lower lip as they're bared.\n\nNow, which one to go upstairs with?\n\n<hr>\n[[Your mother.|GGLing1x4]]\n\n[[Your father.|GGLing]]

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

Hm, what an excellent idea! Teenagers are horny all the time anyway... what if being horny and needing to get themselves off also drove a desire to study? You're a genius! \n\n"Alright, students," you announce cheerfully as you pull up the front of your skirt, fishing out your stiff prick and stroking it a few times. "Bend over the front of my desk side-by-side. Asada, drop your panties, Takeo, pants and underwear down."\n\nBoth of them unhesitatingly obey, Asada moving to the desk and bending over it, tugging her skirt up around her waist before sliding the rather thin white cotton panties she's wearing down over her pert little ass and letting them drop to hang around the top of her thigh-highs. Takeo similarly bends over the desk while undoing the clasp and zipper of his pants, pushing them down and letting them drop to his ankles, revealing his own nearly identical pert ass, as well as the smooth balls and limp cock dangling between his legs. \n\nRetrieving a bottle of lube from the desk drawer, you smear some on your cock slowly while enjoying the view, gaze wandering back and forth from that pink slit to that soft prick. Eventually you step up behind Asada, stroking yourself a few more times before aiming the glistening, lube-smeared tip of your prick at her tight little pucker and slowly starting to push in. She doesn't so much as grimace, too deeply under to react as you take her anal virginity, your fat prick spreading her tight teen asshole open bit by bit. Moaning lowly as you sink into her, you rest one hand on her lower back and reach the other over, pushing two of your fingers up her brother's asshole, starting to work the lube into it and get him softened up and ready for his turn.\n\nOnce you've sunk up to the base in Asada's tight young ass, you begin pumping your hips, working your member into your student, while finger-fucking the boy next to her. "Now, I want you both to listen carefully," you say, managing a calm, professional voice despite the feel of a sixteen-year-old's virgin asshole stretching around your prick. "I'm going to give you some instructions and you're going to take them deeply to heart, even if you don't remember receiving them." \n\n"Yes, sensei," both of them drone back in perfect stereo, without even a hitch in their words to indicate they're both having their tight rear holes worked over.\n\n"From now on, whenever the two of you get turned on, it's going to drive you to study harder," you continue, balls slapping lightly against Asada's virgin pussy. "Masturbating, orgasms, and especially playing with your assholes will give you greater focus and drive once you cum."\n\n"We'll have better focus after cumming from our assholes," they both echo back. \n\nNice, they're summarizing your instructions instead of just parroting them, that must mean they're sinking in well! You slowly pull your cock out of Asada's ass, rubbing it against her pert buttcheeks as you watch her slightly gaping hole close back up. Then you shift over to one side, pressing your cockhead to Takeo's glistening hole, and slowly claiming his anal virginity as well. Once you feel your balls resting against his, you begin thrusting again, sliding your fingers into his sister's rear to continue stimulating her.\n\n"You'll quickly catch on that working yourself up and getting yourself off helps you study," you continue, though you're starting to get a bit breathless now as you fuck the unresponsive boy's tight ass. "As well, keeping yourself stimulated will help you think and absorb information in class. You'll be able to concentrate on thinking about fucking your classmates as well as the teacher's lessons, and doing both will come naturally to you."\n\n"We'll be thinking about fucking everyone in class while we learn," they repeat back.\n\nYes, they're definitely absorbing it well. Pulling out of Takeo's ass, you step back. "On your knees, both of you start sucking my cock." Again without hesitation, the two of them shift and settle onto their knees in front of you, the twins pressing their lips against the sides of your cock and sliding up and down, tongues dragging along the skin, again in almost perfect sync. You don't hold back for too long before letting out a moan, pulling back and stroking yourself, firing off a heavy load of long, thick streamers all over their faces, into their open mouths and across those soft pink tongues. "Clean each other up," you murmur, watching them go to work with their tongues, licking your cum off of each other's faces. Once they've finished, you grin. "Now cum."\n\nTheir sleepy-looking eyes widen, despite still seeming glassy and distant, as both give soft, sweet cries and start bucking their hips. A splash of girlcum from between Asada's legs hits the carpet, while Takeo's limp dick spurts his own streamers of cum down between his legs. Once both of them have finished trembling and twitching their hips, you order them to get dressed, make sure they won't remember anything but a cordial teacher-student chat by the time they step out the door, and send them back to class.\n\nAs you settle into your chair and stroke your cock idly, watching a mind-fogged Jun on her hands and knees cleaning up the two students' cum, you consider. Should you just see how things go? Or would it be better to... monitor the twins closely?\n\n<hr>\n[[Hands off.|HelenJP]]\n\n[[Very hands on.|HelenJP]]

Hm, why beat around the bush? You simply stare at the two of them, and watch as their eyes gradually go glassy and their shoulders slump as they relax in place, eyelids drooping a little.\n\nSmiling, you rise from your desk and circle around the pair, looking them over. Very cute. The question is, what to do with them? With them like this you can essentially bend them to your will, and you're fairly certain that you could essentially reprogram them as you like. But what to do, what to do?\n\nWell, they're fairly popular. You could use them to [[affect changes on the rest of the students|HelenJP]]. It might come at the expense of their own studies and such, but the uptick it would get from the rest of the student body would likely make up for it.\n\nYou could do a bit of changing to make them [[more passionate about their own studies|HelenJP1x9]]. Perhaps a bit of subliminal training to make them link a desire for academic excellence with a desire for sex?\n\nOr you could just turn them into your [[fucktoys|HelenJP]]. Not exactly the best use of a resource, but you could always justify it by saying that <i>somebody</i> needs to take care of this enhanced libido of yours on a regular basis!

Sighing heavily, you raise your hands in a sign of surrender. "Oh, <i>fine</i>. Fine, whatever, yeah, let's play instead."\n\nDean lets out a heavy sigh of relief. "Oh good. I mean, um, I'm sure I can run something really fun for us, and I'm looking forward to that, so um..." He grabs up a notebook and rips out a piece of paper, scribbling some stuff on it. "Here, use these stats and stuff and, um, you've got a character builder and stuff?"\n\n"Yeah," you answer, still a bit nonplussed but accepting the paper. You quirk an eyebrow as you look over it... yeah, you were expecting him to be fairly generous since it's a solo adventure, but it looks like he overcompensated just a little. Probably still trying to placate you. "So what race restrictions, or...?"\n\n"Um, y'know, whatever you want."\n\nOho, he's definitely giving you a lot of leeway. ... You can't help but think that you'd like to use it to give him just a little hell. Like, not be <i>mean</i>, but you are still a bit frustrated over not getting to sate your curiosity. It's actually almost like getting cut off when you were just on the verge of climax and then having to act normal. ... Hm. Maybe you can make him share some of that same frustration. Or something. Just a bit. You consider several of the pieces of partly-done art stored on your tablet, then grin and mentally select one. You quickly use the stats and notes given to you by Dean to write up the character in the program, then slip your art tablet out of your bag and boot it up, connecting it to the laptop before taking your stylus and starting to work.\n\n"Um?" Dean asks as he glances up from his own laptop, clearly in the midst of putting things together.\n\n"Oh, don't mind me," you answer, continuing to work, and trying to keep the smirk off your face. "I've just got some character art I've been working on that I want to use as my character, I'm just gonna put some finishing touches on it while you're getting ready."\n\nDean perks up a bit at that, obviously cheered by your enthusiasm, and quickly gets back to his work. 'Oh sweet summer child,' you think with a snicker, turning your attention back to your work and drawing a few particularly lewd curvatures. You're being a bad tabletopper, you know, by going all 'magical realm' on Dean just to tease him, but you'll make it up to him later, you figure.\n\n"Alright, I think I'm ready," Dean says, indeed about an hour after the two of you sat down. "How about you?"\n\n"Yup." You tap 'Save', then lift the tablet and turn it."This is-"\n\n<hr>\n[["Cybil, my Succubus Sorceress."|CyanDDD1x2]]\n\n[["Slam, my Beastman Barbarian."|CyanDDD2x1]]

Oho, you can <i>be</i> the horse? Hm. HMMMMMMMMMMM. This interests you just at the moment, especially since this VR is so immersive. It will actually change your body? You kind of have to see now! Selecting that option, you're not too surprised when it brings up a series of outlines of figures showing their horselike characteristics, as well as sexual characteristics. Apparently you've got four choices.\n\n'[[Equimer Male|Equirim]] - The basic Equimer male. Enhanced stamina, strength, and speed (greatest to least). Can use Surge of Might once per day to greatly enhance strength.\n\n[[Equimer Female|Equirim]] - The basic Equimer female. Enhanced stamina, speed, and strength (greatest to least). Can use Surge of Speed once per day to greatly enhance movement and attack speed.\n\n[[Clydemer Male|Equirim]] - A larger, stronger subrace of Equimer. Greatly enhanced strength and stamina, reduced speed. Has custom interactions granting massive bonuses to Speech checks to influence others.\n\n[[Clydemer Futa|Equirim]] - The mingled male and female version of Clydemer. Greatly enhanced stamina, heavily enhanced strength, slightly reduced speed. Has custom interactions granting massive bonuses to Speech checks to influence others.'

"I think the library sounds like a good idea, there really weren't many reliable sources that I could find on the internet for the town's real history," you announce thoughtfully.\n\n"Great! While you do that, the rest of us can check out that old mission!" Ted chirps excitedly, walking over and snagging one of the brochures, ignoring the little plastic bin with a slot cut in the lid (labeled "Donations appreciated") sitting on the same table.\n\n"Iiii think I'll go with Wilma," Tanya says in a bemused tone, sidling a bit closer to you. You're pretty sure that she's motivated more by the fact that she doesn't want to hear her brother's thoughts on organized religion and indigenous tribes, but it's not like you can blame her. "Don't want to leave her all by herself, after all."\n\n"Though women are of course equal to men in every way, you two girls definitely shouldn't be left alone in a strange town," Ted replies, frowning just a bit. "You'd better take Woolly with you, just in case."\n\n"Awwww, <i>man</i>," Skinny groans, hanging his head. Not only is he doomed to walk through the woods in search of a possibly haunted mission, he's now apparently going to have to do so without his best friend/security blanket.\n\nAnd so a few minutes later you're walking down the sidewalk, Tanya on one side and Woolly just behind, the massive dog making faint *chuff* noises every so often. You reach back and ruffle his head, and have to admit that you do feel better with him along... when paired with Skinny he can act quite the coward too, on his own he's actually quite the guardian beast. And you certainly feel more bolstered by his presence when you see the public library. It's surprisingly large for such a small town, perhaps built during some sort of boom period. Made of dark stone and with faintly gothic architecture, there's even a large, dark metal gargoyle sculpture squatted over the entry arc, its demonic visage gazing down towards entrants, one clawed hand reaching out either in welcome or menace, you're not entirely sure.\n\n"Brrr! What a place," Tanya observes, dramatically gripping her bare shoulders and giving an obvious shiver. "Hard to believe some nice little old church lady hasn't hooked a chain to the back of her Buick and dragged that thing down."\n\n"Well, people tend to accept things they grow up with without really thinking about them," you reply, mostly just thinking out loud. "Or it's the sort of thing that someone complains about in town hall meetings every so often but no one ever actually wants to do anything about it."\n\n"Guess you're right." Tanya definitely doesn't look up as the two of you pass beneath the gargoyle's outstretched hand, and you find you don't really want to either, relieved when you pass through the door and can pause to hold it open for Woolly, safely out of the gargoyle's... er, sight.\n\n"Hello?" you call, your voice seeming both larger and smaller as it's swallowed up by the large room and bookshelves. You stare at the massive, vacant set of wooden desks at the front of the area, then shrug. "I guess during the night they keep people on the honor system."\n\n"Well I doubt they're exactly keeping first editions in here," Tanya says with a little snicker, walking over to one of the racks and eyeing the spines. Then she leans in and squints a bit, adding in a bemused tone, "Then again."\n\n"In a place like this, there could be a lot of interesting locally-published books with very limited runs." Your inner research nerd is really getting excited now, putting a chipper tone in your voice as you head over to an impressively-sized card catalog. "There's probably a lot about all those rumors and if there's anything to them!"\n\n"Right, I'll... go look too," Tanya murmurs, wandering off, most likely in search of vending machines and a magazine rack rather than research. Oh well, that's mostly to be expected. Woolly, at least, continues to follow you around loyally as you wander around the library, tracking down different books as your research leads you here and there. Strange, you wouldn't have immediately realized most of these were tied to the area, and it really doesn't make sense why they're shelved in such different sections so far away from each other. Eventually, though, you collect together a number of volumes that are apparently related to the strange events in the area.\n\nOne of the books is called <i>[[The Anthem of Canisaru Casru|WilmaLibrary1x1]]</i>, and is apparently about some sort of nature deity that supposedly inhabits the woods nearby. Another is titled <i>[[Animus Vox|WilmaLibrary2x1]]</i>, and seems to be about a cult that chanted to statues, or something, you weren't entirely sure from the summary you read. Then there's <i>[[The Necessity of Change|WilmaLibrary3x1]]</i>, which sounds more like a self-help book than something related to a cult, but it is a pretty weighty old volume. And finally there's one simply called <i>[[Infernal|WilmaLibrary]]</i>, which isn't exactly fascinating on it's own, except for the fact that it seems to be hand-bound and written... a true one-of-a-kind! All of them should be fascinating reading, but which one to start with...?

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

Deciding to just wander around the store and see if anything looks tempting enough to buy, you meander up and down the aisles, peering into the plastic bins and tubes full of their rainbow of confections. This place doesn't seem all that different from other, similar stores you've been in except in two ways... it's absolutely, spotlessly clean, all the containers shining and still transparent as if they'd only been put in and filled yesterday, and the selection is quite impressive. Actually you're not quite sure how this place fits so many aisles and containers, it doesn't look all that big from the front. Maybe the shops on either side are actually smaller than they look or something.\n\nIn any event, you notice that several of the bins have little stickers on the fronts of them proclaiming 'Special!' Probably means they're on sale or something, though you do notice that they're also slightly odd about their type or spelling, like the fact that the Milk Duds are capitalized 'MILK Duds'. Anyway, snagging a scoop or two of one of those is probably enough for your visit... after that you can always call up a friend to share with and ride the sugar high to enjoying hanging out.\n\n<hr>\n[[MILK Duds.|GGCandyPlaceholder]]\n\n[[Gummi People.|GGCandy6x1]]\n\n[[Jolly Robots.|GGCandyPlaceholder]]\n\n[[Spike & Ike's Blue Candy.|GGCandy2x1]]\n\n[[Melty Chocolate Funballs.|GGCandyPlaceholder]]\n\n[[Assortment.|GGCandyPlaceholder]]

"Hm, alright, tell you what. I'll check back on you in, oh, say... a century or so," you decide, snickering. "If you've been a good little elf-slut and earned as much as you can every day, maaaaybe I'll let you earn the rest with some sort of... I don't know, work-release program," you declare as you saunter out.\n\n"Wait, waaaaait!" Chocola calls desperately as you head out the door, even as she makes a whimpery noise that says she's cumming all over the dwarf's cock.\n\n<img src="images/2cl.png" "alt=Title card reading Two Centuries Later">\n\nYou yawn, rolling your shoulders as you awaken in the slender sleeping pod you've designed. An armature has already moved to start giving your morning hardon a handjob with the attached onahole, and you idly reach over and order a cup of coffee from the bedside dispensor as you watch it. You call up a newsfeed to be projected above you as you sip your coffee and get your dick stroked, flicking through stories and cumming twice before you decide you're fully ready to start your day. Let's see... silver panties, specially designed to show off your cock, a black pleated skirt, black stockings that bare your heels and toes, and this morning theeee zip-up vest top with glowing green hexagons and the witch hat with the matching holographic green hexagon band. There, stylish! You saunter over towards your workstation, yawning just a bit again as you settle down. "Good morning, Mavis."\n\n"Good morning, ma'am," the AI answers from the speakers. "How was your sleep?"\n\n"Just fine, thank you. Mm, though I think the pumping action on the onahole arm is starting to get boring, if I'm honest, I just don't get..." You flick a hand around in the air a few times. "<i>Excited</i> anymore waking up to it. You know what, later on let's work on a new subroutine for you, and from now on you'll control that function in the mornings."\n\n"Of course ma'am, I'd be delighted to take over your morning endorphin rush. If I may, I also have several suggestions on improving the onahole armature that could be implemented at the same time."\n\nYou sigh warmly as you bring up your itinerary on the screen. "Oh, Mavis, what did I ever do before you came along?"\n\n"Programmed your own coffee and jerked yourself off, I dare say, ma'am."\n\nChuckling, you skim over the list, then mm. "Hey, what's this, 'hook up apocalypse-proof shell'?"\n\n"Ah, yes, ma'am, that relates to one of your rather more antique soul traps, an 'Massive Multiplayer Online Role Playing Game'. Its connection to your current systems are due to become obsolete next year. Since it contains a relatively paltry amount of souls, it could probably safely be discarded, but since you indicated that it had 'sentimental value' I instead ordered one of the new apocalypse-proof shells to place it inside and hook it up through."\n\n"Sentimental val-... oh! Oh that one! Oh absolutely, yes, that's my very first." You sigh nostalgically at the memories, then mm. "You know what, let's go ahead and do that first, then I want to dive in and take a look around."\n\n"Yes ma'am, certainly. I'll have everything prepared and in work lab three by the time you've finished breakfast. Breakfast this morning is pork belly and eggs with salsa."\n\n"Real pork belly?" you ask hopefully as you get up and head to the table.\n\n"Vat-grown, ma'am, there's been a disruption in trade lines with the farms and I'm afraid 'authentic' meat is currently unavailable at any price."\n\n"Ah well," you sigh, shrugging. "It all tastes the same, I just can't get over some of my 21st century hangups, you know?"\n\n"Yes ma'am, I know."\n\nOnce breakfast has been completed and you've gone through the really fairly minimalist task of hooking the server up into its new sleek black box of a home, and then hooking that into your systems. Then you settle into a VR rig chair and pull the helmet on, getting yourself comfy before declaring, "Link on."\n\nSoon you find yourself standing in the rather plastic-looking scenery, looking around at, well, your own private MMO server, entirely devoid of player characters. "Whew, flashback smoke, don't breathe this," you muse aloud as you wander along, giggling to yourself as the words appear in a text balloon over your head, and laughing even more when your giggling gets rendered as 'Teeheehee!' above you. "Oh this is charming as hell, I could spend all day in here! ... Hm, actually, wasn't there something...?" You try to recall as you meander around the road, before your face lights up. "Oh that's right! I put a brothel in the beginner town! Gee, wonder how that's doing?"\n\nDeciding that of course you're going to see, you make your way to Kinshire, pausing briefly to look around and remind yourself which of the buildings it is. Well, the moaning and lewd slapping noises coming from the open windows on the second story help. You saunter in through the doorway and take a look around at the lobby. The only person around is a brown-skinned elf wearing sparkly silver stockings similar in style to the ones you were wearing in the real world, as well as matching glove-sleeves and a silver corset-like garment around her middle. She's sitting in one of the chairs, one leg folded over the other and a bored expression on her face as she examines her nails, before glancing up and sighing. "Hello, how may I pleasure you to-" she starts to say in a flat voice, before blinking. Then she leaps to her feet, large brown breasts jiggling as she points at you dramatically, jaw dropped. "YOU!"\n\n"Hi, Chocola," you answer with a smirk.\n\n"Agh! I am <i>not</i> Chocola!" she snaps back, stomping a foot and causing more jiggles, a generic annoyed elf face appearing at the end of her text bubble. "My name is...!" She trails off, opening and closing her mouth a few times, before sighing and slumping her shoulders. "... Whatever, I guess I'm Chocola."\n\n"There there, dear," you coo, walking over and patting her on the head, the elf giving you a sour expression in return. "I told you I'd come back and check in on you, didn't I?"\n\n"It's... it's really been a century?" she whispers, trembling visibly.\n\n"... Something like that, sure," you answer, tilting your head and shrugging as you glance off to the side.\n\n"I know it's been a long time. I mean..." She sniffles a little, rubbing her face with both hands, which incidentally makes her bare tits jiggle. "I mean, I can barely remember any life other than this, I know there was stuff before this, but... but it's lonely, there's not even any other players anymore, just NPCs, and it's like the same thirty or so of them with the same preprogrammed lines, wanting the same sex stuff every time, and I... and I just start saying the same stuff too, and..."\n\nYou do feel a little pang as she says all that. Not necessarily feeling bad for trapping her here, after all it is sort of what you do. More for being faced with how <i>bored</i> she's apparently been for so long, which is a bit anithetical to your whole deal. Trapping someone in an endless sex dungeon is one thing, but a <i>boring</i> sex dungeon? Ew. "Alright, alright, I can see you've worked hard. Tell you what, let's get you out of here," you say, patting her head again.\n\n"R-really?!" she perks up, then narrows her eyes suspiciously. "H-hey, when you say 'out of here', do you mean just this brothel, or do you mean back to the real world...?"\n\nThat actually makes you consider. The real world has changed a lot, after all... just turning someone who can barely remember anything other than being a whore in an MMO out into it would be just plain mean. You're a wicked witch, not an outright cruel one. So you suppose you could just give her a better life here in the world she knows, one she'd be happy with. Or you could bring her out but keep her in your employ... as a sex slave, or one of your agents, maybe.\n\n<hr>\n[[Give her a happy in-game life.|GGVW]]\n\n[[Make her a sex slave.|GGVW]]\n\n[[Make her an agent.|GGChocola1x1]]

"Hey, tell you what," you says. "How about I let you EARN that 1000 gold?" You lean forward and give your shoulders a shake, making your big plastic-skinned boobs wobble and shake energetically. Which should be pretty impressive since that's slightly too blatant an emote even for this game.\n\nWhere you got such an animation seems to be the furthest thing from the elf's player's mind though, as you quickly get an "okay!" Giggling a bit (which gets rendered, slightly annoyingly, as 'Teehee!' in your text bubble), you turn and lead the way, the elf hurrying behind you. 1000 gold and all they have to do is some lesbian textual intercourse? Admittedly you'd probably chomp at the offer too in his shoes.\n\nYou lead the way to one of the few buildings in the starter town, pushing open the door and stepping inside. "oh hey when did this get an interior??" the elf asks as they follow within a few inches, pausing only briefly to obviously eye (and probably screenshot) the scantily-clad demoness behind the counter.\n\n"It's new for this server," you answer honestly enough as you lead the way upstairs and to one of the rooms. "Okay, gimme just a minute and I'll be ready," you inform the elf, feeling the eagerness pouring off of her despite the generic fixed smirk on her face. You actually need to set up more than just the obvious for what's about to happen, unable to help grinning like a fiend as you ready the various prepared spell programs you created ahead of time. "Aaaaand... done!" you announce.\n\nThe elf instantly staggers forward a half-step, dropping out of the controlled 'at rest' stance and no longer moving in the preanimated motions used by game avatars. "Huh?! What the heck?!" she yelps, raising her hands to stare at them, then looking down and grabbing at her shiny brown boobs. "N-no way! This can't be real! I-!"\n\n"You wanted to earn that 1000 gold, right?" you ask cheerfully, her head snapping up to look at you, purple eyes widening since she can now obviously hear your voice. "So I've found a job for you!"\n\nAlmost the moment you finish speaking, a dwarf NPC in full plate comes clomping into the room, letting out a gruff 'Harrumph' before declaring, "Alright then, I don't have all day, gotta get this taken care of so I can get back to business!" He pulls away the codpiece of his armor, a rather impressive shaft and balls almost hidden in a thick mat of hair dropping free, his cock quickly rising up and jutting out in front of him. "Get to sucking, whore!"\n\n"WHAT?!" The elf yelps, before dropping onto all fours and crawling towards the dwarf. There's a near-panicked look in her eyes as her body obviously moves without any input from her, unable to do anything but give a mildly protesting 'MMF!' as she slides the tip of the dwarf's prick into her mouth and rolls her tongue around it. Then she slips to the side, lips sliding along his shaft and nuzzling into the hair around his balls. "I-I can't-!"\n\n"And how are you enjoying your visit to Kinshire Brothel, sir?" you ask pleasantly as you use one hand to shove the elf's head forward against the dwarf's hairy, no doubt sweaty, musky balls to muffle her, using your other hand to rip off the rather uninspired brown panties she's wearing, revealing a plastic-textured and slightly lacking-in-detail pucker and pussy. "First time?" you add in a genial customer service tone as you also rip off the tubetop bra, making the elf's perky, shiny brown tits jiggle and revealing darker brown nipples.\n\n"Aye. Eh's alright," the dwarf grunts noncommitally as you take your hand away, the elf immediately returning to dragging her tongue up his shaft, flicking it over the tip before starting to suckle around the edge of the head, wide purple eyes showing she's not in control of a bit of it. "But I'm in a hurry, can ya have her get to business!"\n\n"Of course, sir, all our whores are enchanted with obedience spells to make sure they always do exactly what the customer desires," you chirp as you straighten up. "Chocola here is just new," you add with a smirk, the namebar floating above the elf changing from 'CuteElf420' to 'Chocola'... and from player white to NPC green. "Chocola, you fuck your throat on the customer's prick this instant!"\n\nThere's another intense moment of panic on the elf's face before she's forced to obey, shoving her mouth forward on the dwarf's massive prick and forcing it down as far as it will go, her slender, shiny throat bulging up to about the halfway point. Then she begins rocking back and forth hard and fast, shiny ass shaking in the air and perky plasticy tits wibbling underneath her as she fucks her face forward on the paladin's prick. Her eyes roll up in her head and her body trembles, the 'Air remaining' bar popping up below her namebar, but she can't stop herself from continuing to fuck her throat on the dwarf's huge cock. After a few moments the dwarf grunts, his large, gauntleted hand grabbing the back of her head and shoving her face forward into the thick red hair around her crotch. She twitches as he blasts his load into her belly, her eyes rolled almost completely up. The 'Air remaining' bar is almost entirely black before he lets her go and she yanks back, gasping and coughing.\n\n"Aye, that was alright enough, s'pose one more before I head back out," the dwarf grunts, moving over to lay down on the bed still wearing most of his armor, still-hard cock jutting up in the air. "Alright then, whore elf, ride me. And do that thing where you put your hands behind your head and jut your chest out, I like that."\n\n"Wha-" Chocola rasps, still catching her breath even as her body starts moving on its own, clambering up onto the bed and swinging to stand with her feet on either side of the dwarf. She clearly gets her wits back as she starts to squat down, hands moving behind her head, because she looks down with wide eyes. "H-hey, no way! No, you can't make me do that!" she yelps, even as her body smoothly and professionally brings her pussy down to rest against the tip of his prick and rolling her hips around a bit. "I'm a guy, you can't make me put-!"\n\nThen her legs move, dropping her down, the massive length essentially disappearing into that shiny elven pussy in a single motion, though the bulge in her flat plasticene belly definitely shows that it's in there. Her eyes instantly roll up again, but this time it looks more like pleasure (or at least intensity of sensation), her tongue jutting out some along with it. Drool starts running down her chin as she begins working her knees and feet, energetically bouncing up and down on the paladin's fat prick, working her hips with her shoulders leaned back to move her pussy on his cock and shake her tits at him. "-a cock in my pussy, there's a cock in my pussy, I'm a guy but a fucking cock's fucking my pussy, ah, ah, ah!" she squeals, barely coherent and growing less so as she continues to work herself on her customer's cock. \n\nDespite the dwarf's assertation to be in a hurry, it still takes about ten minutes of him laying there, gauntleted hands behind his head and watching Chocola writhe and buck on top of him like the most athletic, enthusiastic whore, all the while babbling about how she's a guy but she's coming from a cock fucking her pussy, with an expression that might be called 'mildly interested' on his face. Eventually though he grunts, and you watch as Chocola starts twitching and bucking her hips on top of him, squealing loudly as she cums again, this time from being used as a cum dump. Apparently obeying an unspoken command this time, she rises up off of his cock, then thuds onto her back on the bed beside him, twitching and trembling as cum dribbles out of her spread pussy.\n\n"Ver' good, would recommend to friends," the dwarf grunts offhandedly as he rises and reequips his codpiece, then drops a pair of copper pieces on the dresser before walking out.\n\n"Mm, so let's seeeee," you say thoughtfully, having been stroking your own cock exquisitely slowly the entire time you watched Chocola unwillingly riding the dwarf like a pro. You come to stand on her side of the bed, leaving your cock looming in the vision of her face. "One copper piece per load dumped in you, we'll assume if you work hard you can average, oh... 200 copper a day? 100 copper per silver, 1000 silver per gold, that's... 730 years or so, by my quick calculations, until you have enough saved up to pay to transfer to your other character," you explain cheerfully. "If you keep working hard, Chocola!"\n\n"N-no," she groans, even as she twitches again with a little aftershock orgasm. "I'm Brandon... Brandon, not Chocola... please... have mercy..."\n\n<hr>\n[["Too bad!"|GGVW1x1EndA]]\n\n[["Wellll... maybe a little."|GGVW1x2]]

That's right, you need to see at least a little more of this. Specifically because...\n\n<hr>\n[[You need evidence.|GGParentPlaceholder]]\n\n[[You need blackmail material.|GGParent3x2]]\n\n[[It's hot!|GGParent18x1]]

Okaaaay, <i>that's</i> quite a wild one. Admittedly it's sufficiently wild that it's hooked you enough that you want to take a listen, just to see whether it's handled with any amount of easing in or if it's just, like, some blunt panting-voiced thing like some of the other sorts of these audios you've heard are.\n\nYou click the start, and find yourself a little surprised... "KokMastress18In" actually has a low, soft, sweet, rolling voice that you instantly can't help but be charmed by, especially since she starts out with a soft coo of "<i>Hello, lovely.</i>" It sends a delighted shiver down your spine almost instantly, and you find yourself sinking down to sit in your computer chair and relaxing into it as she continues.\n\n"<i>I hope you're feeling beautiful today. Because you are such a lovely girl, aren't you? Your beautiful soft skin, all those gentle curves of your body, you must revel in it every day.</i>"\n\nYou've seen a lot of people joking about how something like a lovely voice complimenting you 'cleared your skin and cured your depression' but whew you could almost believe it with this one. In fact you could almost imagine that your skin does feel softer and smoother just as you're sitting here feeling your clothing gently rub against it as you shift a little in place. Yeah, you do look good, don't you?\n\n"<i>Such a beautiful girl. But aren't all girls beautiful? You see them every day as you go about, and you appreciate it, but you don't always think about it, do you? But I want you to think about it now, lovely. I want you to think about pretty, soft lips, moving in sweet little smiles, taking on gentle, seductive shapes without even realizing it. The lines of their bodies designed to lead the eye ever downward, drawing you on a journey across the gorgeous landscape that is the female form. The curves of their breasts, the soft, supple puffiness of areola...</i>"\n\nYou find yourself blushing more and more as the Mastress continues. Whew... yeah, she definitely makes girls sound... well, beautiful. Despite the gently and sweetly lascivous content as she goes on and on with describing the beauty and sublime enchantment that is woman, you can't help but feel strangely both aroused and relaxed. You gradually sink more and more against your chair, the Mastress's voice becoming a low, soft stroking over your senses, gently massaging your mind even as you stop paying attention to the words themselves and just let them flow over and through you.\n\nEventually you blink awake suddenly, not even realizing you had fallen asleep. At least you're pretty sure you were asleep. The Mastress is cooing, "<i>There, that was wonderful, wasn't it my lovely? You're all done now. Please do enjoy yourself.</i>" Oh. Huh. Apparently you slept (or whatever) through most of it because you really don't remember a thing. Honestly, though, can't say you don't feel great. Honestly you feel beautiful, hype, and ready to get out there and love on some girls, honestly~!\n\nHm, let's see... what to do about that, really, though?\n\n<hr>\n[[Confess to one of your friends.|GGME]]\n\n[[Go look for a hookup.|GGME]]\n\n[[Get ready for the meeting.|GGME]]

Some editions have Tieflings as a 'base' race, but this book... hm, come to think of it, you're really not sure what game this book is for, though everything looks pretty familiar... apparently considers them a monstrous species. As you read the fluff on Tieflings, you do think this can't be a standard book... you're actually surprised that the library has it at all. For one thing, it mentions that a fair number of Tieflings... not most, or many, but a significant number... are what are called 'Half' sexed. Meaning they blend some combination of male and female traits together rather than just being one or the other. For another, it continues on that virtually all Tieflings have some incubus or succubus ancestry, which is what mingles with other types of demon blood to create what people recognize as a Tiefling... strange skin tone, horns, often a tail or even wings, blended with other features that signal their demonic heritage. But most are driven by dark thoughts and wicked desires, and must struggle daily against such things if they want to lead good, upright lives.\n\nThe book offers up a handful of interesting variants on the kind of evil outsiders that might have blended themselves into someone with succubus ancestry to create a Tiefling. Off the top of your head the ones that seem to have the most potential are the Oni, the Rakshasa, and the "Pure" Tiefling... someone who's had a succubus or incubus as part of their family line repeatedly, until they're effectively one themselves.\n\nOni Tieflings are apparently big, tough, and like anything that makes them feel alive... whether it's fighting, fucking, or just plain partying. (The book doesn't say 'fucking' but it does say 'sex' which is the same relative to what they'd usually say in these books.) Rakshasa Tieflings, meanwhile, love the same but in a slightly more sedate manner... they're addicts to luxury and the finer things in life, and tend to lie like a rug with their silver tongues to get it. And the Pure Succubus, well... as you might guess, they're mostly concerned with sensuality, though it does say they love to accumulate power and influence as well.\n\nWhich one to read more about...?\n\n<hr>\n[[Oni.|GGTief]]\n\n[[Rakshasa.|GGTief1x1]]\n\n[[Succubus.|GGSTiefStart]]

Geeeee wonder what you'll find here? Hahaha~!\n\nAnd much as you expected, "KokMastress18In" seems to be an extremely dick-focused account. Like, very. You could even call it "penis supremacy", you suppose. Though specifically this seems to be focused around the supremacy of girldick, to judge by KokMastress using every term for that in the book, but apparently they're bigtime into cock in general. You're almost impressed by how straightforward and shameless the whole account is about it, though you've also seen enough of that sort of thing online to not be <i>too</i> impressed with it.\n\nWell, you're here, may as well at least check out one of their little audio presentations, if for nothing else than to see what their voice is like...\n\n<hr>\n"[[Cock Growth Audio (Basic)|GGME]]"\n\n"[[Full Futanari Femwave (Voice & Music)|GGME]]"\n\n"[[Understanding Prick Supremacy|GGME]]"\n\n"[[Breeding Bitch Basics|GGME]]"\n\n"[[How To Be A Cock-Addicted Lesbian|GGME5x2]]"\n\n"[[Become Mastress's Good Little Slave (Introductory)|GGME]]"

"Come, my darling, we went over this earlier... it's not cheating since I'm a spirit," Sasha whispers. Except that the fact that they've lowered their voice to a seductive, careful whisper in your ear now that Honey's right next to you just makes it seem... well. All the same, you can feel the faint caress of spectral hands across your body, which had been so very ready for Honey's attentions earlier.\n\n"I... alright," you whisper back, nodding.\n\n"Wonderful. Now, show me your beautiful body, my darling."\n\nThat makes you start a little, and then worry your lower lip with your teeth. "But... this morning it didn't matter that I was dressed, you... um..."\n\n"Yes, but now I want to see you. You looked so lovely showing off earlier... I'd like you to show off a bit for me."\n\nThat... that seems perilous. But the fact that you'd already essentially given in to being pleasured in your mind has set your body's desires back into overdrive, every inch of your skin feeling tender and sensitive and wanting to be touched. You swallow hard, and glance over at Honey, half guiltily, half in concern. But he's clearly crashed hard, and doesn't even stir as you toss the blankets aside to show off your nightgown-clad form.\n\nWhen there's no response from Sasha, you hesitate briefly and glance at Honey again, before lifting your legs a bit and sliding the white cotton of your nightgown up them, baring your thighs and then your damp, glistening sex to the moonlight-bathed room and to your sleeping husband and your invisible... guest. You sit up briefly to pull the sleeping dress off over your head and drop it aside before laying back, letting your hair spill on the pillow around you and unconsciously lifting your breasts onto further display.\n\n"Beautiful," Sasha whispers to you, that honeyed, sincere-seeming murmur sending a shiver all through your body. You do your best to muffle your gasp as fingertips start tracing their way over your bared skin... fingertips with just the faintest brush of those claws. That little thrill of danger, something inhuman, that makes your brain want to protest that this is wrong, this isn't in the least little bit right, and yet the touches are so tender and soft and they feel soooo good. You writhe gently on the bed, ever conscious of Honey sleeping just next to you, instinctively wanting to keep him asleep... for his sake and yours... even though you know he probably wouldn't wake up right now if you blasted a foghorn.\n\nThen Sasha's touch withdraws, leaving you immediately aching and wanting and almost whimpering. "Get up on your hands and knees for me," Sasha urges softly in your ear.\n\n"W-what...? But... that's kind of..."\n\n"Please. My darling."\n\nYou squirm again... then slowly turn over onto your belly before rising onto all fours, blushing again as you do. This position... well, somewhere along the way you picked up the idea that Good Girls Don't (Like Doggystyle). But then... you guess you're not being a very good girl now.\n\nAs if to reward you, Sasha's touch returns, now stroking full hands over your body again, petting your thighs, caressing your belly, gently lifting and stroking your breasts. You moan softly again as one of those spectral hands curls around your throat and gently strokes up and down. Then you have to quickly muffle a gasp as what feels very much like a tongue strokes up along your slit, gently pressing your puffy lower lips apart before sliding back down and starting to focus on your clit briefly. "S-Sasha," you whimper, then give an even louder gasp as you feel another tongue brush against your pucker.\n\n"Yes, my darling?" Sasha coos in your ear, apparently not at all kept from talking despite those tongues being at work.\n\n"..." You swallow hard, trembling all over at the unfamiliar but <i>intense</i> sensation of having your sensitive little virgin asshole licked after all that teasing this morning. You know you should ask them to stop, not to do it, that you want to quit. Your eyes flick guiltily to Honey's sleeping form... then you whisper, "H-... help me be quiet."\n\n"Mmm... as you wish," Sasha says with just a bit of that soft laugh. And then you can feel one of those hands pressing over your mouth, holding firm, even as both of those tongues suddenly go to work much, much more intently.\n\n"Mn! Mf!" you grunt into the muffling invisible palm, unable to resist bucking and twisting a bit, only for the stroking hands to snag you and hold you firm instead, keeping you relatively still, leaving you only able to tremble as your holes are teased and wetly caressed, phantom mouths closing around your nipples as your breasts are squeezed.\n\nThen suddenly most of the hands, and the mouths, are gone... the one on your mouth is there, the one cupping your throat. The hands stroking your waist are still there but have stopped and firmed. Your brain, fuzzy with arousal and being almost on the verge of orgasm, feels like it should know what's coming but can't actually put it all together.\n\nAnd then you feel a cock pushing into you... a big, thick cock, stretching open the folds of your pussy, sliding inside that dripping hole easy and being welcomed inside no matter what your higher brain functions might say. "Mmmmnnnnnnf!" you groan against Sasha's palm, not even sure yourself whether you're protesting or begging for more. Sasha's soft laugh caresses your ears again as that invisible but very tangible cock slides deeper into you, oh it's big, it's very big, it's bigger than...!\n\nYou glance guiltily aside at Honey, shivering all over again at his still, sleeping, utterly unknowing form. And then Sasha is thrusting, that big, fat cock is pumping into you in quick, steady thrusts, fucking you smoothly like you haven't been fucked in weeks, really like you haven't been fucked in ever. You can't help but rock your body, even if the spectral hands on your waist weren't urging you to, your breasts swaying beneath you with your rocking. "Mm! Mm! Mm! Mm!" you grunt into the hand muffling your mouth with every thrust, your eyes alternately rolling with pleasure and a certain sort of relief and roaming over to see that Honey is still sleeping, those little shocks of a different sort of relief and guilt hitting you and threading through all the pleasure.\n\nYour movements really are turning more lustful, more lewd, and in the back of your head you can't help but think maybe they were right, maybe good girls don't do doggy style, because you're feeling more and more like a very bad girl, a bad girl who's making all sorts of filthy noises and gyrating her hips like a slut as she's fucked by an invisible lover. You buck your body back against Sasha's thrusts, your "Mm!" noises becoming steadily more insistent against that restraining palm, until you let out a loud "Mmmmhhhhhhhhhhhhhnnnnnn!" and cum all over it, your pussy gushing right through the invisible member spreading it open to spatter all over the sheets.\n\nBut Sasha doesn't stop. Sasha does slow, down to gentle, steady, smooth pumps of that phantom dick, dragging out your orgasm without pushing you to the point where you mind would go completely white. Just lengthening it, stretching it, until it begins to trail off, until you begin making soft, needy sounds again and shaking your hips pleadingly. Only then does Sasha resume really fucking you, pumping that fat phantom fuckstick into your naughty, needy cunt, that invisible hand gently but firmly squeezing your throat, pressing the choker in firmly against your skin.\n\nSasha fucks you for several hours, Honey never so much as stirring beside you. When you do finally slump into the bed, you have no energy left to do anything but pull the covers over your naked body and the wet spot you've made on the sheets, and fall into your own deep sleep to recover from an entirely different kind of overstimulation.\n\nSomewhere early in the morning, you stir as you feel Honey's kiss on your forehead, and his half-awake murmur of how he's heading to the office now. You let out a soft sigh, which apparently seems to satisfy him as a morning goodbye since he turns and makes his way out of the bedroom. You give a more annoyed huff and puff out your cheeks, then squirm a little as you're reminded of the dampness and nudity under the covers. Which... Honey didn't seem to notice, nor your nightgown laying on the floor beside the bed.\n\n"I'm sure he's trying his best, my darling."\n\nThat makes you jump a little, clutching the covers against your chest as you sit up. "Sasha?"\n\n"Who else?" your invisible companion chuckles.\n\nYou puff out your cheeks some in annoyance again. You're a bit aggravated with Sasha... though you have to admit a fair bit of it's probably taking out your own guilt on them. "I would have thought you'd be insulting Honey and trying to convince me to ignore him."\n\n"What? Oh no no no, my darling, nothing could be further from my mind," Sasha assures you, sounding at first sincerely surprised and then gently placating. "You mustn't think that way at all. Your husband is part of the household, after all... why, to try and subhorn him would be contrary to my purpose!"\n\nYou glance around, eyeing the shadows of just-barely-morning dubiously. "Is that true...?"\n\n"Certainly. Think of my caring for your needs and you as... helping him out. Certainly he would be doing it himself if he had the energy and time, yes?" At your small, meek nod, Sasha gives a soft laugh again. "Well there you have it! And if my nature makes me more uniquely skilled to pleasure you... ah, just consider that he'd want you to be happy and looked after, yes?"\n\nYou nod slowly... then can't help but glance around suspiciously again. "So really, is that all you get out of it? Defending your... family?"\n\n"Were I truly a Domovoy I suppose that would be enough. But no I do get something out of it," Sasha admits readily enough. "The more time you spend with me, giving me... mm..."\n\n"Sex?" you murmur, your face going red again.\n\n"Not quite the word I was going to use. But you might take the right word the wrong way."\n\nThat makes you blink... then narrow your eyes a little. "Try me then."\n\n"Sacrifices." At your expression blanching, Sasha hurries to add, "In a broad sense of the term, not necessarily what you're thinking."\n\n"... Not necessarily...?"\n\n"It's true I <i>can</i> be offered blood sacrifices to grow stronger," Sasha admits again. "But again, think of it in the broad sense. 'Sacrifice' time to spend it with me. 'Sacrifice' attention to give it to me. After all, every moment you wake, or even sleep, has to be spent on something. Spending it on me rather than anything else is a kind of sacrifice."\n\n"Oh," you allow, nodding slowly.\n\n"That is why my pleasuring you allows me to regain my strength," Sasha continues, voice dropping back to a purr. You give a soft 'mmf' of mingled uncertainty and pleasure as you feel spectral hands stroking your neck and shoulders and sides. "Allow me to keep giving you more pleasure, in new ways that you have not experienced, my darling. So that I can grow strong enough again to look after both you... and your beloved... hm?"\n\n<hr>\n[["... Okay."|Therpire]]\n\n[["... I need to think about this."|Therpire]]

"I... I can't," you protest weakly, even as you can't bring yourself to wrench away from those invisible kneading hands, shudders of genuine pleasure running through your body, and a hard gasp escaping from your lips as something that feels a lot like claws gently teases the tips of your still-erect nipples. "I'm... I'm a married woman!" you add, since it's the only real objection you can come up with at the moment, despite knowing there ought to be dozens of others.\n\n"Now now, don't think of it as cheating," Sasha practically purrs, their voice seeming to truly come right in your ear now, something like the memory of a cool breeze washing over your skin. "I'm a being of spirit, after all, not another man, or even another woman. Cheating would require another... human... don't you think?"\n\n"I... well," you reply faintly. \n\nBut the fact that you're audibly waffling is probably all the admission Sasha needs, as you can hear that soft, rich chuckle again before more hands join the ones tenderly groping your breasts. These begin running over your thighs beneath your dress, stroking and rubbing along them, curling around the inner planes, gently squeezing the supple meat at the back of them. You tremble as hands stroke up and down your waist, again touching directly against your skin through the cloth of your blouse.\n\n"But... this is," you whimper, starting to squirm as if you might gather your will to pull away. But then you feel more spectral hands taking hold of your wrists... gently... and raising them up above your head, holding them together, pinning them there in midair. Part of you knows you could pull yourself free of them any time you wanted...\n\n... but you don't.\n\nTwo fingers, tipped by those sweetly dangerous-seeming claws, stroke from the front of your crotch slowly up your belly, dipping into your navel and making you twist lightly in the hold of the others, continuing their slow, caressing path upwards between your breasts. You give in and let out a long, low moan, your lips parting as you do. An invisible thumb slips between them, caressing over your tongue, and without really thinking you close your lips around it, tongue flicking wantonly as you've wanted to do over Honey's cock for weeks and not been allowed to.\n\nThe thought of your husband sends another sharp shiver of guilt-tinged sensation down your spine. Again you feel the desire to pull away, to tell Sasha to stop, but before you can more invisible hands grip your ass, squeezing it and gently kneading it <i>just</i> how you like best, making your round buttocks move beneath the fabric of your panties, baring your little pucker to the inside of the fabric and yet you can still feel that slight stretch of it. "H-how many hands do you <i>have</i>?" you find yourself whimpering instead as the thumb in your mouth turns and presses to the inside of your cheek again, gently stretching your lips and cheek.\n\n"As many as I need to pleasure you with, my darling," Sasha coos adoringly in both your ears, another hand cupping the side of your head tenderly and another rubbing up and down the side of your neck soothingly.\n\nSasha's honey-rich voice purring 'my darling' sends a jolt of pleasure through you that is immediately tinged by more guilt... no, no one but Honey should be calling you 'my darling'! And yet... and yet Sasha makes it sound so sweet and so sexy when they say it. You shudder again in pleasure, now unable to protest even as that hand rubbing the side of your neck instead gently curls around your throat, not squeezing, just holding you...\n\n... possessively.\n\nAnd so you don't protest when you feel another ghostly hand pressing between your legs, cupping your needy, puffy pussy and rubbing it tenderly. Instead you give in, letting your thighs spread, letting that hand cup and stroke and rub, fingers caressing tenderly back and forth along your folds. And as another ever-so-softly teases at your pucker you cum for the first time, letting out a long, low moan into the dark of the room. It's not the strongest or most intense orgasm you've ever had, but it's the first one you've had in weeks, and it's definitely the first one you've ever had as numerous invisible hands continue to stroke and squeeze and adore you, to drag out even that light climax as long as possible, until it almost seems like it will last forever. \n\nYou continue to gently writhe and twist and squirm in the darkened living room, your hips working back against what looks like nothing, even as fingers continue to toy gently at your clit, to push inside you, to tease little slow circle around your rosebud. You let your tongue loll out wantonly and feel fingers gently pinch it, stroking and rubbing a thumb over it, even as that other thumb continues to tenderly fishhook your cheek, feeling like a lewd, wanton violation even as it's just as gentle and sweet as all the rest of it. You shiver and cum a little bit again as another hand manifests to stroke your head, petting you like a puppy, sending a brief rush of embarrassment and humiliation through all the rest of the guilty pleasure. \n\nBut it goes on, and on, urging more orgasms out of you, the hands shifting, moving, but always sweet and tender even as they're more daring and somehow possessive and gently domineering than Honey ever even implied he could be. You find yourself responding, your moans and soft cries turning more wanton than any you've ever made before, your hips bucking and working with less shame than you've ever moved with in your marriage bed, your tongue and lips working over spectral fingers pushed into your mouth with more eager abandon than you used even on your wedding night. It's not even just the physical pleasure, Sasha is being so... so <i>attentive</i>, so tender, so sweet! 'I... I can't think of him... her... I... I can't think of them like that,' you moan, even as you give another soft, wet kiss to the pad of an invisible thumb.\n\nEventually you begin to feel lightheaded amidst all the rest, and slowly the caresses become softer, even more gentle, until the touch of Sasha's hands begins to fade away, leaving you faintly aching at their absence. One of the hands holding your wrists disappears, and the other lowers, drawing you forward and over towards a chair, the press of another on your shoulder urging you to sit before both disappear.\n\n"Rest, my darling," Sasha's voice purrs, once more seeming to be all around you in the darkness. "Get yourself something to drink, something to eat. I can't do everything for you... yet."\n\nYou blink a bit at that, and then again as the light suddenly clicks on, briefly making you flinch. You shiver a bit as your body continues to come down from the stimulation, before you feel a little more steady. After a few moments you sit up fully, looking around, then stand a bit uncertainly, testing your legs. "... Sasha?" you call uncertainly.\n\nNo answer.\n\nAfter a moment you take a breath, then head into the kitchen to get that drink of water. You do feel kind of dehydrated. Of course, the reason why necessitates a return to the bedroom, as you undo your skirt and let it fall... your panties are completely and utterly soaked through, plastered against your skin like a coat of cotton paint, your inner thighs utterly wet. Blushing again, you peel them off and quickly tuck them into the bottom of the laundry basket, before undressing the rest of the way and taking another shower.\n\nBut this time there's no feel of anyone watching you, or anyone there with you. No gropes or squeezes, no raking eyes... you seem to be alone again. Which leaves you unexpectedly sad... surely you should be happy if this strange... if maybe strangely affectionate... specter has left? You dry and redress, putting the rest of your clothes in the other hamper, then head back towards the kitchen. You pause in the living room, considering calling out again, before brushing off the urge and going to make a late breakfast... really a very only slightly early lunch by now.\n\nAs the day goes on and you turn your attention to your various chores (including doing laundry and putting fresh sheets on the bed), you're just about able to convince yourself that what happened this morning was just an extension of last night's dream. Maybe you fell asleep and took a little early morning nap in the chair... that would explain why you remember starting in the dark and the lights being on when you got up, right? You just... imagined all of that. Anything else would be silly! Yes... yes, by the time Honey gets home, surely you'll have forgotten all about it!\n\nWell, maybe not forgotten all about it. Though he gives you plenty of time to try, sigh. Honey arrives home late and slumping, bags under his eyes and practically nonverbal. The poor dear. Your focus on taking care of him does allow you to mostly push your guilt out of the way, and at the same time nudge it into a bubbling simmer where you've put it on the backburner. Here he is exhausting himself and you're going about having lewd dreams!\n\n... Still. Maybe he'd feel better if he could... you know...\n\nSo after you've fed him dinner and given him some wine and a shoulder rub and a foot rub and tucked him into a nice hot bath to soak, you turn your attention to getting yourself ready. Hm, sexy lingerie...? No, maybe not, maybe that doesn't send a strong enough signal. So... naked it is! But <i>pointedly</i> naked! You strip down, feeling just a little delightfully wicked, and then look through your now several jewelry boxes, picking out bracelets and anklets and even forearm bands that you've accumulated since you began your hobby, slipping them on. You pause when you come to the choker, considering whether to swap it out for something sexier, but... no, no, Honey gave it to you just last night, he'll want to see you in it!\n\nYou take off your glasses and undo your hair, shaking it out and giving it a quick brushing, then spraying some faintly-perfumed body mist on yourself, just enough to make your skin glisten a little. Then you position yourself next to the bed, and as Honey comes out of the bathroom, you give him your best seductive smile and strike a little pose. "Honey, what do you thiiiink?"\n\n"Mm?" he murmurs with a tired, distracted air, coming to a stop in front of you and blinking several times. Then he gives you a smile (albeit still a tired one) and steps in, sliding his arms around you and moving to kiss you. His lips touch yours... sweetly, but without much enthusiasm. You try to keep your hopes up, especially as his hands move down to give your ass a squeeze. But as you nudge his towel down and wrap a hand around him, stroking gently... and stroking... and stroking...\n\n"... Sorry, hon," he says with a sigh, slumping against you a bit and resting his face against your shoulder. "All the overtime and energy drinks..."\n\n"No, it's alright," you assure him, releasing his barely half-hard cock and kissing his cheek, then suppressing your sigh as you let him clamber into bed while you go to put the jewelry back and slip on a clean, plain white nightgown again. You turn off the light and settle into bed next to him, realizing he's already asleep, breathing deep and steady, no doubt having gone to sleep already thinking about his before-dawn morning. You rest your hands on your stomach, trying not to pout and not really succeeding.\n\n"My poor darling."\n\n"SA-?!" you start to blurt, before clapping both hands over your mouth and flitting your eyes back and forth.\n\nBut of course there's nothing to be seen. And yet that sweet, honeyed voice continues to coo in your ear, "Poor sweet darling, that was such a lovely effort. And now here you are, all ready to play but with no playmate."\n\nYou slowly lower your hands, hesitating briefly before whispering, "Where were you earlier?"\n\n"Still here, just... weak. It's been a long time since I manifested, and I admit that pleasuring you this morning did me in," Sasha admits in a just almost sheepish tone, making you blush a bit. "But I'm well rested... why don't you let me give you what you were hoping for?"\n\n<hr>\n[["I... I don't know..."|Therpire1x3]]\n\n[["What I wanted..."|Therpire]]\n\n[["Maybe not... physically?"|Therpire]]\n\n[["... I don't feel very attractive right now."|Therpire]]

Beaming, you turn away from him and lift your hair so that he can slip it around your neck, gently fastening it in place. For just a moment you feel something else, almost like someone is stroking their fingertips down the hollow of your throat, the unexpected touch enough to send a little shiver of both fear and delight down your spine. But then you brush it off as just your imagination.\n\nYou'd dearly love to, ah, reward Honey for his very wonderful gift and thoughtfulness... but he's tired from a long day at the office, plus the drive to his friend's to pick up the choker and bring it back. Sigh. Well consent is very important for men too, you know! So obviously you aren't going to complain about it! ... Externally. Parts of you that haven't been touched thoroughly in a good long while are definitely voicing their own complaints, but it is what it is. You settle down in bed that night into a chaste cuddle, falling asleep with your beloved Honey by your side.\n\nIn your dream, you're riding a gleaming, wild-seeming black stallion through the hills and moors of every far-flung romance novel ever, clover and heather and all sorts of other exotic greenery flinging by beneath your steed's gleaming hooves. The big, powerful beast between your legs huffs and pants, its muscles flexing and rippling beneath your body. At first you're wearing some flowing, gorgeous low-bodiced thing designed to be torn open and let your breasts come spilling out. Then you're wearing a thin shift, rippling and streaming behind you like a cloud as it clings to your body. Then you're naked, the warm country air on your bare skin, rushing over every part of you not in contact with the horse. Oh this is a <i>lovely</i> dream!\n\nJust as suddenly you're laying in the grass-heather-clover, sprawled beneath the pure blue sky, the softness of the greenery and little flowers brushing along your nude body. The horse is standing above you, gazing down with big red eyes, stamping and snorting softly. And then it's not a horse anymore, but a man... or is it both? In the way of dreams it seems like it's both but also that it's flowing from one to the other even as he settles his big, muscular body atop you, runs his large, strong hands over your wanting, needful body. His tongue is both soft and nimble and human and big and broad and powerful as it strokes over your breasts, your belly, your pussy, inside you.\n\nAnd then he's pushing inside you as well, soooooo big, so much bigger than -----, but there's no pain, nothing but the sheer bliss of being so utterly and completely filled. Your body trembles with sheer delight, a pleasure that goes beyond the physical, reaching deep inside your whole self in the way a dream can. His muscles ripple and bulge with every thrust of his strong hips, the slaps of his massive virile balls almost gentle against you despite the strength, his arms surrounding you and his warmth seeping inside you. You wrap your arms and legs around him, hands roaming his back, feeling the ripple of the muscle, encouraging the strokes of his hips, until he thrusts deep inside you and your legs instinctively clench and lock around him, keeping him buried inside as he fills you up and makes you his.\n\nYou gasp loudly as your eyes snap open, your whole body trembling gently, feeling damp and both hot and delightfully goosebumped all over. For just a moment you're confused why you're in your own bedroom instead of in a lush green field being made love to by... oh. Oh dear.\n\nReflexively you glance guiltily at Honey's side of the bed, but it's empty. Looks like he's off to work early again. You feel a mixture of relief, frustration, and more guilt as you sink back into place, huffing. You suppose it's ridiculous to feel bad about "cheating" in a dream... especially one that was so blatantly dreamlike. And with a...\n\nYour cheeks burn brightly as you catch yourself trying to remember if the dream man's cock was also horselike. You quickly brush that off... how would you know?! So obviously it can't have been! Although... it did feel very... different...\n\nNo. Definitely don't think about it anymore. You toss aside the sheets, then give a soft groan at the realization that your nightdress is stuck to your lower body with more than sweat. God, did you...?! ... No, the smell isn't quite like that. ... You, uh... squirted? ... That's never happened before. 'I didn't realize the dream was so-' you start to think before blocking off that string of thoughts again.\n\nYou clamber out of bed and, after a brief hesitation, go ahead and strip off the nightdress before starting to take the sheets off the bed as well. The entire time you are, and are carrying everything to the laundry room, it really feels like there are eyes roaming over your body. It nakes you feel naked rather than nude, like someone's hungrily taking in every part of you, but that seems so ridiculous that you defiantly continue to pad around the house unclothed for a few, getting yourself a drink of water in the kitchen before finally padding back to the bedroom and getting in the shower.\n\n'It was... I guess it wasn't that bad of a dream,' you think, shivering a little as you run your hands over your body under the hot water. Part of that thought may be just how sensitive your body feels... it had been that way anyway, with having gone without Honey's attentions in so long, but now it's like you're just really <i>ready</i>. Even the slight brushes of your hands over the curves of your breasts has you almost moaning softly at just how soft and wanting your skin is.\n\nThen you give a slight jump as it feels like a pair of hands squeeze your ass. You whirl around and almost slip, but of course there's no one there. You hesitate for a few moments, then resume your shower, though now with the faint, inescapable feeling that you're not alone... a thought which faintly terrifies your mind and excites your body, leaving you with stiff nipples that won't go down and a puffy, sensitive pussy that feels swollen inside your panties as you get dressed in the dim early morning of the bedroom.\n\n'Did I leave this light off?' you think with a small frown as you emerge into the hallway. You thought you left the living room and kitchen lights on since you planned to come right back out essentially. You cross the hallway and reach for the light switch, then jump a bit as something that feels a lot like fingers but looks a lot like nothing gently bumps your wrist away from it.\n\n"I find the dark a bit more comfortable. Leave it like that for now, would you please?"\n\nYou whirl around, eyes wide, looking frantically for the speaker. But you can't see them... if they're hiding somewhere, they're doing an amazing job. "Wh-who are you?! Get out of my house!"\n\n"Oh I couldn't do that," the voice replies. It's deep and smooth... neither particularly masculine or particularly feminine, hanging in some androgynous zone of silky richness between the two. "You see, right now I'm part of the house."\n\n"You... what?" You turn back and forth again, shivering. It's true, the voice does seem to sort of be coming from... everywhere. "That's... that's not possible. ... How...?" you ask, somehow near-instantly coming to the conclusion that yes, it <i>is</i> possible, you just don't understand how it's been done.\n\n"Well you took possession of me, my dear. Or perhaps you could say we took possession of each other. When you put that on."\n\nSomehow you don't have to ask what 'that' is. Your hand flutters to the choker at your neck, which you suddenly realize you never took off after Honey put it on, your fingertips brushing over the smooth black stone. "What? No, I... what <i>are</i> you?!"\n\n"The name for my kind has been lost among humans for a long time, dispersed among other, similar legends," the voice declares loftily, but with a strangely appealing self-deprecating warmth. "One of the closest you might know would be... do you know what a Domovoy is, Theresa?" At your blank look (you somehow don't question that it knows your name), there's a soft 'tch'. "Well, it's a sort of house spirit. Tasked with guarding and protecting a family and giving it good fortune. I am a similar being in many ways, though as I said, some of what my kind does was confused with other things. Sadly, I was unable to completely protect my own family in the old country, and all I could do was pick an heirloom to inhabit until it was taken in by another."\n\n"Oh... I'm so sorry," you reply half-reflexively, but sincerely... whatever it is, it does seem genuinely mournful at having lost its family. Then you blink, once again touching the choker. "You mean... you're our... Domovoy now?"\n\n"Close enough. Though as said, I do many things that a Domovoy could or would not." There's a soft, rolling chuckle, before the voice seems to draw closer, grow warmer, even richer. "Did you enjoy the dream?"\n\nYour face goes a fiery red. You suppose you should have put it all together before now, but maybe your brain was blocking out the obvious, that the strange new arrival was the one who gave you that... that <i>lewd</i> dream! "You... you were the...!" you blurt.\n\n"Girls do love horses, after all," the voice replies teasingly, which makes your face go even redder, if that's possible. It now practically sounds like it's cooing in your ear, and your body trembles as you feel strong hands with slender fingers that somehow feel not quite human cupping your breasts, feeling like they go right through your clothes to touch your skin directly, sending a jolt of intense pleasure through your body just at that gentle squeeze. "And you have been left alone so long, darling. Let Sasha make it better for you, hm...?"\n\n<hr>\n[["But... n-no... I... can't..."|Therpire1x2]]\n\n[["Stop!"|Therpire]]\n\n[["Get away from me, you monster!"|Therpire]]

Hm. Better safe than sorry. Or at least as safe as breaking and entering in the lair of an unknown dark wizard can get. You unstopper the blue potion first and swig it down quickly, then do the same with the green one. Immediately you feel your thoughts grow quicker, the seemingly instinctive knowledge of your body coming faster, more naturally and without any pause for you to think about it. Your hands move faster, more precisely as you again take up your tools and go to work, diving between some runes and snipping off others so quickly and efficiently it's as if you're doing it on autopilot.\n\nAfter only five minutes, the glowing magic dims and the lock clicks open. Pushing up the goggles, you slide open the door, peering into the dim area beyond, your green eyes piercing the low light and picking out a well-appointed room. Then you notice something on the wall, and slip the goggles back down. After a moment of examining the spells attached to it, you're surprised to find it's exactly what it looks like... a lightswitch. Well, it's shaped more like a miniature lever, but it's definitely connected to nothing but a light spell. You flick it on, and the room lights up, the lightball created by magic flickering into existence inside a textured glass globe.\n\nIt... looks more like something from your world than this one. Actually, it honestly looks like some sort of "ultramodern" seventies bachelor pad, with several egg chairs, a big overstuffed blue cloth couch and matching chair, thick red carpet on the floor, even a bar area with... yeah, that's definitely some sort of minifridge! You'd think you were in an Austin Powers movie instead of a cave, though you have to admit a shag pad in a cave kind of fits with those movies. You look around the room as you walk along... there's even some sort of big crystal screen mounted on one wall, which you guess is used for scrying or something, complete with clunky-looking remote resting on the silver oval of the coffee table.\n\n"Guess if you've got Create Object spells, you can take some time to figure out more comfy furniture," you comment quietly to the empty room as you look around. You do find yourself tempted to take a load off for a bit... being on the road hasn't exactly been a comfy time. Your gaze also wanders to the bar... you went to a tavern but never did get anything to drink. There's also the sheer curiosity of that remote... do they have TV here? Is it just wizards that watch it? What the hell does it do?\n\nOn the other hand, you did come in here to loot the place, pretty much, and you don't see anything particularly valuable here (unless some of the booze turns out to fantastically rare or something.) Maybe you ought to follow what looks like a hallway into some of the other rooms.\n\n<hr>\n[[Sit in the chair.|GGRogue11x1]]\n\n[[Lay on the couch.|GGRoguePlaceholder]]\n\n[[Check out the bar.|GGRogue9x1]]\n\n[[Watch the screen.|GGRoguePlaceholder]]\n\n[[Go down the hall.|GGRogue1x9]]

You are a teenage male. You are old enough to have all the adult urges and a body to carry them out, and young enough to still have plenty of childish urges and impulses. Yeah, you're going to get yourself into a lot of trouble.\n \nAlright, we're almost ready to really begin the fun. All you need to do is pick a starting point for your adventure.\n\n<b>[[Michael|allstarstart]]</b>: You are the pride of your school and community, having distinguished yourself in some notable fashion with great regularity. You're seen as an upstanding young person, and may or may not actually be just that.\n\n<b>[[Dan|youngpunkstart]]</b>: You're disobedient and rude, a trial to your parents and an annoyance to others. You probably have similarly rebellious friends and don't do well in school.\n\n<b>[[Jamie|quietonestart]]</b>: You're the quiet type. No, not scary-quiet, you're just average and probably a little shy. Your parents wish you had more of a social life and your teachers wish you were more focused.\n\n<b>[[Eric|runawaystart]]</b>: For whatever reason, you've decided to run away from home. Whether your reasons were justified or spurious, you have no intention of going back, you're completely on your own.

"I... well, alright," you say with a sigh after a few moments. You normally wouldn't even consider such a thing, but you can't shake the memory of how you felt directly after you got splashed and almost... pounced... on poor Fina. "I suppose that's for the best, but... p-please try not to make it awkward or... or sexual, alright?"\n\n"I promise I'll try to keep it as nonsexual as placing your dick and balls into bondage can possibly be," Mio answers solemnly, which doesn't give you a lot of confidence... then she gives a low 'oh' as she glances at the cage. "Actually, come to think of it, give me like twenty minutes, I need to modify this. Meanwhile you might want to hit the bathroom."\n\n"What do you mean?" you ask with a frown.\n\n"Well remember, the chemicals that could make your dick permanent are based off of sexual pleasure. This can take care of your dick, but I've got to mod it to cover the rest," she declares before turning and scurrying off further down the hall.\n\n"... Oh," you murmur, blushing again. Right, you do still have your... well. And there are a lot of nerve endings in the anus too. ... Yes probably best to go to the bathroom now.\n\nEventually you and Mio reconvene in a small, empty classroom, Mio setting down a box that apparently contains the modified chastity device. "Alright, off with the skirt and everything, sensei, no point in being shy at this point!"\n\nSighing, you nod and unbutton your skirt, sliding it down and stepping out of it, then blushing and doing the same for your panties, leaving your new cock and balls swaying free in the breeze. Or, well, they would be if it weren't starting to get hard. Which would be frustrating enough without Mio's slightly smug expression... or the fact that seeing her smug expression is making you even harder. 'I hate this thing,' you grouse mentally, trying to keep your outward composure and not feed Mio's... gremlin-ness... with any reactions as she takes out what looks almost like a bracelet, but which you recognize as part of the cage from before. "Dooon't worry, this will take care of that right away," she chirps, utterly nonchalant as she cups your balls and lifts them up and forward.\n\n"Mmf! Just what have you and that boy been do-" you start to ask, before giving a loud gasp as she clicks the ring closed around the very root of your cock. The sensation itself would be enough to be shocking considering you've never felt anything like it before, plus the little turn she gives it, but then she taps a black panel on the top and there's a very soft hum, and it sends a strange sort of sensation all through your new endowments, making them feel like a very faint, almost imperceptible something is passing all over them, not quite air and not quite liquid. But as she said, the stiffness quickly sags out of your shaft, leaving it to flop completely limp over your balls as Mio releases them... though you notice that unlike before, it doesn't seem to have shrunk with going soft, being about as long as it ever was when it was hard, just... ... not hard.\n\n"Aaand then this goes on," Mio chirps cheerfully as she takes out the next, more obviously cagelike part, or rather both cagelike parts. You shiver as she slides the cool metal(?) over your shaft, slipping it along the length and guiding it into the curve of it, then clicking the cage for your balls into place against it and the base, fitting the whole thing together. You notice that it definitely seems to have spread out that feeling of the undescribable sensation, but also settled it into a lower, almost subliminal level. The fit is snug, hugging up against you and keeping everything exactly shaped in place without squeezing uncomfortably, which you'd almost consider suspicious if she hadn't admitted to spending time modifying it for you just now.\n\n"Lift up your top some, please," Mio says happily, obviously enjoying herself just a little too much as she takes something that looks a bit like a belt out of the box.\n\n"Why?" you ask in exasperation, even as you go ahead and give in, pulling the scrubs top up enough to bare your middle.\n\n"Gotta have something to hook the other part to. Besides, this made a nice mounting place for the battery," she answers as she loops the thing high on your waist. It's made of something stretchy, and has just enough firmness to it that it feels like it's constantly squeezing you without being too tight. You blush brightly at Mio's request for you to spread your legs, but at this point the necessity is obvious, so you slide your feet further apart on the floor. You try to avoid making any noises as she fits the crotch piece into place... a molded piece of metal that fits over your pussy without being too wide, and has a slit in part of it for, well, obvious reasons. She attaches it to the base of the cock cage, then attaches something else to the back... and you can feel a thin, cool bit of metal against your skin as something round presses up against your asshole. There's more sensations of something thin and metal on your skin, between your asscheeks, before Mio clips the small chains to the back of the belt, and another pair to the top base of the cock cage and the belt in front, either for extra balance or just for the sake of symmetry.\n\n"Aaaand there you go!" she declares as she steps back, dusting off her hands. \n\n"It feels... it feels very <i>odd</i>," you complain softly, squirming around.\n\n"Don't worry, just means it's working! This thing's designed to prevent you from stimulating yourself even in spite of the physical blocking, that's the tingly-whatever you feel. I'm sure you'll get used to it," she adds breezily with a flip of the hand. "Well, I gotta get back to class and you should probably get home! Later, sensei!"\n\nSighing as she leaves, you suppose that's really all you can do. Your face still red, you pull on your panties over the new... thing... you're wearing, unable to help staring a bit at all the pieces that are still visible around them, and at the bulge of the cage in the front of them. Luckily it does sort of sleeken the outline enough that once you've put your skirt back on, it's not obvious at all, especially if you, well, hunch just a bit. It should be enough that you can make it home, once you call and give a (very vague) description of things to the principal.\n\nOnce you're home, you undress, taking a moment to stand naked in front of the mirror. You frown a little and poke at your chest... are your boobs a little bigger too? ... You wouldn't be surprised at this point. Frankly you'll be glad if you get through the week with them staying smaller than your head, the way things are going. You turn towards the shower facilities, then pause. Going to get your phone, you start to look up the student registry, then see a 'Contact added' notification. "When did she even...?" you mutter, before tapping Mio's smirking face on your phone screen.\n\n"<i>Moshi-mochi!</i>" her voice chirps. She's almost annoyingly cute. "<i>What's up, sensei?</i>"\n\n"I was going to ask, can I take a shower with... this on?"\n\n"<i>Yup, 100% waterproof! Don't worry, sensei, it's all good! Call me if you've got any other asks, though!</i>"\n\n"Yes, thank you. Goodbye." Sighing, you tap the disconnect and go to clean up. \n\nIt's... interesting. Because as you clean yourself off from all that's happened, including whatever lingering bits of the concoction, obviously you have to do a fair bit of... rubbing of your chastity-clad parts. And it feels stimulating, somehow, but not... sexually. Like you're very aware of your cock and balls getting wet and slippery as water and soap slides over them, the same for your pussy and asshole as your hands rub and move the metal, the little nub settled against your ass rubbing around, and yet it never quite reaches the stage of being 'pleasure'. Just... sensation. How odd.\n\nAfter you dry off, you pull on some sweats and try to get your mind on other things. And yet you find that's virtually impossible. Not only the physical awareness of being caged, of having that plate between your legs and that nub against your ass, the belt squeezing your waist, the chains on your skin... even if all of that weren't distracting you and calling your attention both when you were sitting still and with every move you made, but there's that low-level <i>buzz</i> or whatever you'd call it. It's not vibration or stimulation or anything else, it's just... there, constantly making you aware of your cock, your pussy, your asshole, of the things surrounding and pressing against them...\n\n... and constantly reminding you that you can't pleasure any of them.\n\nNothing you do, not paperwork, not academic reading, not trying to watch movies or read for entertainment, can actually take your attention fully off your caged cock or your plated pussy or your barriered butthole. You've never wanted to masturbate so badly in your <i>life</i> despite not actually feeling sexually stimulated, it's almost intolerable! Finally, you thump your book down with a huff and lean back in your chair. You have to do something!\n\n<hr>\n[[Try to get off with your tits.|HelenJP]]\n\n[[Go to bed.|HelenJP]]

A flat look on your face, you walk over to Saki. You would never, ever, ever strike a student...\n\n... but you think in this case you need to bonk one.\n\n"Hi-<i>ta</i>!" Saki yips as your closed fist thumps gently down on the top of her head. Nevertheless rubbing her scalp with both hands as if it actually hurt, she grins sheepishly at you. "That's a no on the sucking dry?"\n\n"That's a no. ... Why do you even have that?"\n\nSaki gives you an incredulous look. "Where else am I supposed to learn about how boys work? School? The internet? ... Talking to them?"\n\nYou open your mouth to reply... and realize you don't have a really good answer for her. Closing your mouth and clearing your throat, you say, "Well not like that. In any event, please be serious and tell me how to get back to normal."\n\n"Fufu, well, looking at this blood sample we took, the chemical compounds that caused this metamorphosis are already beginning to break down in your body," Makoto says, holding up a small vial of your blood and swirling it around. "It looks like they should be mostly harmless when broken down, so if you drink lots of water and get plenty of rest, it should clear out of your system overnight and your new friend will become imaginary once again!"\n\n... Skipping over all that she seems to have assumed about you. Or maybe projected from herself. "So essentially just go home, stay hydrated, and it will be gone in the morning?"\n\n"Yeah, as long as you don't... y'know," Saki murmurs, flitting a hand around in the air.\n\n"... No I don't know."\n\n"Jerk off," Mio says bluntly, making Saki's cheeks go pink and you and Fina's faces go red, while Makoto just giggles softly. "Right now the chemicals are breaking down because you're not providing them any of the stimulus that comes with intercourse. The various chemicals your brain and body produces during sexual excitement and orgasm would act as catalysts that would cause the changes to stabilize and become permanent."\n\n"S-so... so basically, just... don't touch it," you agree with a nod.\n\n"Well you'll probably have to touch it some, since you will be peeing like a racehorse through the night, h-CHA!" Mio yelps as Makoto smacks her again.\n\n"Okay, but sensei, that means there's something very, very important," Saki says, her expression going solemn as she adjusts her glasses, light reflecting off of them.\n\n"W-what's that?"\n\n"... If you do jerk off, make sure to document it on video as much as possible, so that we have some evidence of our first stabilized futanari transformation. Hi-<i>ta</i>!"\n\nThank you, Makoto. "We're going to have a very long talk about this club's behavior tomorrow," you inform them in a rather grim tone, every head hanging a bit... well, except for Makoto, who just puts a hand to her cheek and gives a soft 'oh dear~'. That girl is odd, even for this group. Sighing, you turn and walk to the door.\n\nAs you start to walk down the hallway, Mio emerges from the room behind you. "Hey, sensei! Wait a sec! Before you go, I wanted to offer you something!"\n\n"I think I've had enough of this class's concoctions for one day," you say with a sigh, turning back towards her.\n\n"Heheh, it's not a concoction." Smirking, she lifts a hand from her labcoat pocket and holds something made of silvery metal up. It takes you a few moments of staring before you can feel your face heat again as you realize what it is. "If you think your resolve might waiver, I've got this for you! It might look low-tech but it's actually pretty advanced. With this on there's zero way you'll wind up stimulated enough for your dick to become permanent!"\n\n"Where did you even get that?" you say with an exasperated sigh.\n\n"Made it," she declares proudly.\n\n"You... made it? Isn't that more of a... well, mechanic club thing?"\n\n"Me and one of the boys from the engineering club get together and share ideas sometimes, let's say that he's got a 'big problem' of his own too," Mio says with a smirk, giving the chastity cage a few light tosses in her hand. "Besides, chemistry requires a good knowledge of mechanics anyway, it's a good cross-pollination."\n\nYou're worried that mechanics and chemistry aren't the only thing those two might be teaching each other. But that's a problem for another day. Clearing your throat, you hold out a hand, intending to accept it if for no other reason than that it's effectively confiscating a lewd device from a student. "Very well, give it here, and if I wind up needing it-"\n\n"Ah, sorry, sensei, no can do, that would be irresponsible." Though you'd expect her to be making excuses, Mio's face actually looks serious now. "I've gotta hook this up in the right order and start up the powered bits at the right times too, it's a very precise process that I haven't been able to write down at all yet. You might hurt yourself pretty badly if you did it on your own. If you want to wear this so that you'll be certain of being de-dicked in the morning, you'll have to let me put it on you now, before you go home."\n\n<hr>\n[[Agree.|HelenJP9x4]]\n\n[[Refuse.|HelenJP]]\n\n[[Refuse, and confiscate the cage anyway.|HelenJP]]

The sudden realization of what you're thinking is as much a splash of cold water as anything you could have asked for, and the dismay you feel at it provides a pretty good counter to the lust. You manage to wrestle your skirt down over your new... endowments... and after some calming breathing and it actually starts to go down. Although you're left with a fairly obvious bulge in the front of your skirt, you're not able to do much about that at the moment, obviously, especially since your file folder got scattered all over the floor, leaving you with nothing to even cover yourself with.\n\nBy the time you've gotten up, so has the student, and she turns towards you. The labcoat is almost comically oversized on her, and you have to wonder if one couldn't be found that fit, or if her apparently prank-prone classmates just made her wear the biggest one they could find because they thought it was funny (or cute, which you have to admit it is). Despite the unkempt hair with its bits of leaves in, her uniform seems largely spotless, if obviously dyed green, with the skirt on the long side and black tights worn under it, a pair of slippers on instead of inside school shoes. She blinks pale green, almost yellow eyes at you.\n\n<img src="images/Fina.jpg">\n\n"Oh... oh, I'm really sorry, um, sensei," she adds as she sees the stain. "I just, I must have tripped over something, and-"\n\n"Young lady," you interrupt, folding your arms and glancing down. "You and your class have a lot of explaining to do."\n\n"Um?" She blinks, then looks down as well... and quickly sees the bulge in your skirt. Her eyes go wide, and then bright red crawls from under the neckline of her uniform all the way up to her hairline. Then her eyes roll back and she wobbles back and forth, giving a soft "Awawawawa" before crumpling to the ground.\n\n"... Perfect," you mutter, putting a hand to your face.\n\n"Aha, ahahaha," laughs another student nervously a handful of minutes later. The apparent leader of the chemistry group... Saki Kosaki... lifts a hand from her own lab coat pocket and gestures in a 'what can you do' way. She's of rather unique coloration herself, with white hair despite her youth and pale blue eyes, with a pair of thick-rimmed black oblong glasses settled over them. She's wearing a perfectly-fitted labcoat open over a version of the uniform with a black sweater-vest, grey plaid skirt, and black tights... well, all that and a shifty expression. "Well, you know, sensei, these sorts of things happen when you do science!"\n\n<img src="images/Saki.png">\n\n"Do they?" you reply in an 'I'm not buying it' tone, having changed into a blue-green scrubs top the students luckily had in your size.\n\n"... I mean, they happen when we do science," Saki murmurs, pushing her glasses up on her nose.\n\n"Kyahahaha! Isn't stuff like this the entire <i>point</i> of science?!" declares a girl standing nearby... Mio Mikoto, who Saki introduced as "our requisite science gremlin". She's short and very petite, easily enough to be mistaken for a junior high or even grade school student, though having looked over their records you know she's the oldest one here. (She apparently managed to accomplish the near-impossible feat of getting left back a year for blowing up most of a school building, luckily while she was the only one in it.) Her hair is short and a bright pastel blue, her glasses thin-rimmed and round over gray eyes, and she isn't even close to being in uniform, wearing a black leather choker, black-trimmed pink spaghetti-string top, black miniskirt, and orange and black striped thigh-highs, under a lab coat that's not quite as ill-fitting as Fina's (the first girl you met), which proves it's either a prank or her personal choice, you suppose.\n\n<img src="images/MioMikoto.png">\n\n"And what exactly do you mean by that?" you ask her dubiously.\n\n"CHAOS!" she shrieks joyously, clenching her fists under her chin as her eyes sparkle.\n\n"Fufufu... don't mind Mio, sensei, she's just living up to her reputation, after all," comes the comment from off to the side. That would be Makoto Makorin, the group's "alchemist". She's tucked away in her little corner of the room that looks as much like some wizard's workshop as it does a proper science lab. Despite her own labcoat she looks more like someone that would be calling the others 'gross nerds' and heading off to the karaoke club with a boy than making potions, her pretty, soft black hair drawn up in twin halftails and tied with pink ribbons, her body svelte and shown off in her preference of the black and white version of the school uniform, the sleek black tights shinier and showing off her legs better than the cheaper versions the other girls are wearing. "Science gremlins must gremlin."\n\n<img src="images/Mako.png">\n\n"STOP CALLING ME THAT!"\n\n"Um, I really am sorry, sensei," Fina Sarafina, apparently the group's botany specialist, murmurs into her sleeve-covered hands, obviously trying not to look at you so as to stare at your bulge again. "Saki said that I really needed to get that potion back to her as quickly as possible no matter what, so I got in a hurry."\n\n"Why was it so urgent that you get this?" you ask, your gaze swinging back to Saki.\n\n"Um." She brushes a fingertip against her cheek bashfully. "... 'Cause I wanted it."\n\nSighing heavily, you shake your head. "Look, at this point everything else can wait. Right now I just want you to <i>fix it</i>."\n\n"I mean, isn't that more of a job for like the family planning clinic?" Mio says, holding up two fingers and making a 'snip-snip' gesture, then yelping out an "ITAI!" as Makoto calmly walks over and cheerfully smacks her upside the head.\n\n"Aha, ahahaha, don't worry, sensei! I've got this handled! My research indicates that the most likely way to get rid of it is to drain it <i>completely</i> dry!" Saki declares, rushing over towards a sheet-covered piece of equipment in the corner. "And luckily, it just so happens that I have... this!" she calls, yanking the sheet off and revealing something that looks sort of like a chair made up of numerous segments supported by armatures... and one prominent robot arm with what looks like some sort of suction tube that looks to be a modified cow milker. "Strip down and climb in, sensei, we'll get you sucked clean and de-penised in no time!"\n\n<hr>\n[[Well... alright...|HelenJP]]\n\n[[... No.|HelenJP9x3]]

Looking over the notes about the Advanced Chemistry group, there's, uh... there's a lot to take in, really. While their grades are at minimum good and more often excellent, and they file all their reports on time and thoroughly (often more thorough than their administrative teachers can understand), there seems to be an issue of, uh, discipline. At the very least.\n\nThere are a number of reports of destroyed school equipment, usually labeled as the result of accidents during experiments, though from the tone of a few reports it sounds like deliberate mischief might have also played a role. There are definitely some reports of actual pranks as well, generally harmless ones such as turning one particular student green for a week (that can't have been easy to deal with), setting off homemade fireworks during a commencement speech without authorization, and... you're going to choose to believe the one report of an attempted abduction "because she said she wanted to see what we do so we were gonna show her" is just a bit overblown. For your own peace of mind.\n\nWell, you'll just have to go down and have a talk with them. Making a few printouts and bundling them into a folder just so they can't play 'I don't know what you're talking about' when you bring up the incidents, you get up and head downstairs, then across one of the hallway connections to the Applied Sciences building. Admittedly it does give you a thrill just at the reminder that you're teaching at a high school with an Applied Sciences building. \n\nAs you're drawing closer to the room set aside for the advanced chemistry students to gather (though apparently they essentially have the run of a number of labs on this floor), you hear a yelp from above. Blinking, you turn towards the stairs you were passing, just in time to see a girl wearing a labcoat over a green-tinted version of the school uniform teetering and starting to stumble into the air from about halfway up the (luckily not that tall) last set of stairs. Exacerbating her situation is that she's flailing her arms wildly trying to catch a beaker of some bright purple liquid that's gone flinging into the air with her stumble... and is arcing right towards you.\n\nYour conflicting instincts to try and catch the falling girl and to try and dodge back from the unknown flying object wind up with you freezing in place for a moment, which is all it takes. The beaker hits right against your chest, splattering all over you, the surprise more than the force of the impact making you stagger backwards and drop in an ungainly flailing of limbs to the floor, your yelp as your ass hits the hardwood partially overlapped by the thump and yelp of the student hitting it as well.\n\nFor just a few moments you're stunned and rather light-headed, your heart pounding wildly, you assume from the series of shocks. Somewhat distractedly you look down at yourself, grimacing at the bright purple stain all over the front of your blouse and jacket... then getting rather distracted as your gaze tracks a bit further down and spots something else.\n\nYour skirt rode up when you fell, which would normally be more embarrassing than anything else, but right now is shocking mostly because of the large bulge in the front of your blue satin panties. They're stretched taut enough that you can actually see the outline of the cock and balls they're hugging against, and in a daze you slowly bring a hand to rest on them and give a gentle squeeze... and "MMF!" loudly at the unfamiliar sensation it sends through you. Yes... they're definitely real.\n\n"Hchhhhaaaa," comes the soft complaint from off to the side, making you look over.\n\nThe girl from the stairs... you see now that she also has green hair in a pair of simple low ponytails, with what look like a few leaves stuck in it... has landed face down on the floor and is just getting to her knees. Her fall has caused both her labcoat and her skirt to ride up, and she's apparently unaware that she's wiggling her white cotton-clad ass around in the air for everyone to see. Your eyes lock onto it, a surge of intense lust slamming through your brain like you've never felt before, and you find yourself almost drooling at the sight of those pert girlish asscheeks and that round little teenage pussy only concealed from you by a thin, snug, and very rippable layer of cotton. Almost instantly your new cock is fully hard, tenting your panties out and stretching them almost to the breaking point. You've never wanted anything more than you want to rape this clumsy little bitch into a quivering pile of jizz-soaked orgasms!\n\n<hr>\n[[Do it!|HelenJP10x1]]\n\n[[Control yourself.|HelenJP9x2]]

"Go green, asshole!" you cry as you haul the third egg out of its pocket in your vest and toss it at him.\n\nWhether he's surprised or just doesn't think you're a threat, Dasher doesn't do anything but blink as the egg hurtles at his face and bonks apparently harmlessly between his eyes, the cheap plastic thing parting and spilling out a smattering of green glitter. He wrinkles his muzzle and snorts, then shakes his head, starting to step forward. "Now look you-"\n\nHis attempt to move is stopped short, his leg twitching as he finds himself unable to lift it entirely. He blinks and looks down, finding that the grass below him has lengthened and coiled around his legs. "What?! HEY!" he cries in alarm as it pulls both of his feet flat against the ground and his legs together. He starts to buck and squirm, the bells of his harness jingling as he attampts to yank his feet free. Instead they seem to be moving less and less... probably because they seem to be growing together! The brown covering his legs from the middle of his shins down has changed to a different hue, the fur turning rough and harder textured, more like... bark!\n\n"What's happening?! Stop it!" the reindeer bleats in fear as the bark texture continues spreading up his legs, which also continue to press closer together, thickening slightly as they more and more obviously morph into a trunk. His red leather briefs split open as his legs finish growing together entirely and his hips begin to turn to living wood as well, his cock spilling free, thick and long and pink where it juts from a furry sheath around the base and above furry grey balls. Even as the bark spreads up his belly and chest, and his arms raise (obviously against his will) up and out to the sides in imitation of tree branches, his cock quickly stiffens, jutting forward and up slightly before it too begins to change. But instead of getting a coating of bark, it takes on an appearance more like bare wood... smooth and rounded and shapely, as if it had been carefully carved, sanded, and polished, darker brown swirls visible across its pale honey-colored surface.\n\nDasher tosses his head desperately before his neck stiffens, his arms losing definition and becoming far more branchlike, fingers spreading and angling and splitting into more little branches, buds and green leaves sprouting from them. His antlers, too, grow out and split further, until soon the canopy of leaves they sprout joins with those from his hands to form a nice little top. You stare at the results of your magic... the pesky reindeer has become a very pretty tree. Admittedly, a relatively short tree, and one with a somewhat shocked reindeer-face growth from near the top of it, and with a very pretty carved wooden cock jutting out of it. ... Very pretty. \n\nBefore you can really think better of what you're doing, you hop over and turn around, bending over and putting one hand on your ass to help guide yourself as you lean back onto that carved cock. You moan loudly as the perfectly smooth head of the wooden prick starts pushing your wet, furry folds open and sliding inside you. You have to lift up a bit on your toes to get just the right angle, but you take your time sliding back onto it until your bare bunny butt is resting against the slightly rough bark of the reindeer tree. You quickly begin rocking back and forth, moaning eagerly at how hard and smooth and perfect that wooden cock feels inside of your cunt, feeling the near-sphere of the carved wooden balls thump your clit and the solid trunk smack against your ass every time.\n\nGoing green never felt so good!\n\n<hr>\n[[Game over.|HEaster3xEnd]]

"You're gonna leave right now, buddy!" you declare, pointing at him angrily and (without thinking) thumping a foot against the ground. Which probably hurts your toughness image since it makes your tits bounce beneath your vest. "Or things are going to get rough!" \n\n"'Rough'? Seriously?" Dasher looks at you more incredulously than anything else, looking up and down your soft, curvy body, then glancing down at his own big, broad toned one, before giving you a smile that looks more tolerant than anything else, which just stokes your anger higher. "Now, calm down bun..."\n\n"Don't tell me to calm down! You asked for it!" you shout.\n\n<hr>\n[[Hit him with the pink egg!|HEaster]]\n\n[[Hit him with the blue egg!|HEaster]]\n\n[[Hit him with the green egg!|HEaster3x2]]\n\n[[Hit him with your mad kung fu skillz!|HEaster]]

It looks like you're going to have to go all-in if you want to maintain your cover. Swallowing hard, you nevertheless let your mother's lips press over yours, and after freezing up for just a second you actually do your best to kiss her back. 'This is so weirRRD!' you think, actually letting out a little squeak as her tongue rolls gently across your lips, obviously trying to urge them open.\n\n"Mmm, come on now, just relax," your masked mother coos, her hands stroking up and down your sides. "There's no need to be so nervous."\n\n'Other than that I'm making out with my mom to keep her from finding out I'm daughter, sure, there's no need to be nervous,' you think, trying not to squirm as she slips her hands onto your bare ass and draws you closer.\n\n"Touch me a bit too, maybe that will calm you down, hm?" your mother suggests right before leaning back in to resume the kiss.\n\n'I don't think so but... okay so maybe it'll still distract me from what Dad's doing,' you think with a fresh blush as you notice out of the corner of your eye that he's settled onto the couch along the wall and is lightly stroking his cock as he watches the two of you. Yup, distract yourself from that, and from your mother's tongue being in your mouth and swirling around with your tongue. So... yeah, just... stroke her back a little, wow she actually does have nice skin, yeah that's good, stroke and rub and she's really warm and soft, and yow she is really enjoying squeezing your ass it seems like. Probably better return the favor and... mmf, she actually has a super nice ass, you can feel your fingers sink into it a little bit. Actually her boobs feel really nice pressing against you too... geez you bet she's really enjoying feeling yours, from the way she's rubbing and pressing against you, who knew your mom was so into girls?\n\nYou're in a sort of a daze by the time she breaks the kiss, and give no resistance or hesitation as she gently guides you bac to lay on the bed. Any lingering nervousness to your quickened breathing between your parted lips is almost certainly attributed to excitement as she settles her body lightly down over yours, kissing your lips again briefly before starting to trail kisses down your chin, your jaw, your throat. 'Holy shit Mom is gonna lick my pussy,' you think dazedly as she continues slowly working her way down with those kisses, even your stunned state able to see where this is going. A shiver runs through you as her lips make their way up the curve of one of your breasts, your hands somehow winding up resting on her head and stroking your hair. 'Mom's sucking my nipple and she's gonna lick my pussy...' Indeed, her mouth has engulfed one of your stiff nipples, alternating between rolling her tongue around the areola and gently biting the stiff nub, making you let out soft, sweet little moans. She gives the other one some attention as well, fingertips teasing your now damp and exposed nipple, before she starts kissing her way down your belly, flicking her tongue into your navel, her mouth caressing across the front of your crotch, and-\n\n'Oh FUCK Mom's licking my pussy!' you think, your only verbal acknowledgement a hard gasp and a soft moan as her tongue starts stroking over your surprisingly damp folds. Without thinking you spread your legs further for her, her hands stroking along your hips and belly as she starts to go to work, obviously far from her first effort at cunnilingus. It's getting harder to think at all, even as you cast a glance towards the couch and see your father still stroking himself slow and smooth, an occasional dribble of pre leaking out of the tip and getting smeared across the underside of the head. 'Mom is licking my pussy and Dad is jerking off to it and neither of them has any clue I'm their daughter!'\n\n'... that's so hot...' your brain finally admits before pretty much shutting down, and all you can think of is how good that tongue feels stroking inside you and flicking over your clit, how good that mouth feels sucking on your pussylips, and how sweet and soft and loving those fingers are as they slide inside you and start pumping in and out. You moan unrestrainedly now as your mother gently finger-fucks you, her masked face gazing up the body she appreciates as being like her daughter's without knowing that that's because it <i>is</i>. You can feel her fingers twisting and turning, obviously trying to bring you off, even as her eyes have that sweet and still motherly look in them behind her mask, along with a deep lust that you'd have never in a million years imagined those eyes directing at you. \n\nAfter two orgasms you're left laying on the bed practically quivering, barely able to kiss back when your mother slides up onto the bed and slips her tongue into your mouth again, sharing your own taste with you. Still, it's hard not to see the invitation as she elegantly sprawls onto her own back, and without really thinking about it you're moving up and over her, returning the favor of kissing and licking your way down her throat and chest. It's not with the same slow, deliberate, plotting pace as your mother's earlier attentions, it's all the fevered excitement of a stimulated teenager, but judging from the way she's moaning and shivering in delight, that suits her just fine. In the back of your head you're giggling semi-hysterically at history repeating itself as you suckle at one of her breasts, squeezing the other in your hand, wondering how long it's been since you had this fat nipple in your mouth and if she might get a sense of deja vu without knowing why. But then you're kissing down her belly too, not as firm or as flat as yours but very smooth and wonderful all the same and then you're doing it, your tongue is sliding along those plump outer lips and inside her and flicking over the stiff nub and she's moaning and gently wrapping her legs around your head.\n\n'I'm doing it, I'm really licking Mom's pussy, shit don't disturb the mask,' you think vaguely, but despite that you're continuing on as if you didn't have a care in the world, enthusiastically sucking those fat, swollen pussylips and working your tongue as deep inside her as you can. You doubt you have anywhere near the skill she showed, but you do remember what she did that felt good... including sliding two fingers inside her, finger-fucking your mother as you concentrate on her clit, lapping at it as she writhes and moans eagerly. Almost on a whim you decide to take it a step farther and duck your head down, swirling your tongue over her pucker and making <i>her</i> squeal like you did before for once. Wow that actually sounded a <i>lot</i> like yours, hope that doesn't give it away. Fuck it, who cares, you think as you tongue her asshole and fingerfuck her pussy, clearly bringing her off for the first time.\n\nOnce you're fairly sure you've wrung another orgasm out of her to fully pay her back, you copy her earlier move by sliding back up to kiss her, her tongue lapping early at your lips and into your mouth without any apparent concern for where it's been. In your daze you almost don't notice the creaking of the bed, until a new hand comes to rest on your ass. Looking over your shoulder, you see your father kneeling behind you, smiling beneath his own mask as he strokes his almost visibly throbbing cock.\n\n"I know what you said earlier, but... well, you do seem rather into it now, so I thought I'd offer again."\n\n<hr>\n[[... Nod.|GGParent]]\n\n[[... Headshake.|GGParent]]\n\n[["... W-wait..."|GGParent]]

Obviously the best way to discover more about the nature of this party is... to crash it! Now, normally crashing one of your parents' parties would create several insurmountable hurdles... with the most obvious being that your parents kind of know who you are and it's not like the house is <i>that</i> big, they would definitely spot you at some point if you tried to just mingle in with the other party guests or peek from the corner.\n\nBut! It would appear this particular party is going to be a masked one, which offers you the perfect opportunity. You've been putting together a Fire Keeper cosplay, with the main focus being a mask you've been 3D printing at the library piece by piece... you had general plans of getting one of those super cheapy 'VR' visors that just holds a cell phone and using the parts inside so that you could actually have the front look solid, but it's not really ready for that. Still, it's complete enough that it should cover most of your face, and you can slot some tinted lenses from a pair of dollar store sunglasses into the currently visible eyeholes to hide your eyes a bit further. Just as importantly, you already found the appropriate wig (platinum blonde with a braid) that looks realistic enough that, if you apply it well, should completely cover your own hair and look close enough to natural that no one will squint too hard at you. Your parents haven't seen any of this stuff since you ordered it online.\n\nHm. The rest of it's more difficult. If it's fancy dress or costume you can just wear the somewhat clingy black dress you ordered to go with the rest of the Fire Keeper outfit. Other stuff... hm, well, you'll work something out, you can always dig something out of the closet you haven't worn in a good long time and mix it up to make the attempt. You'll figure it out when the time comes. Mostly you make your plans for getting back into the house and creating an alibi, the latter being the easy part and the former requiring more cunning. Maybe you go a little overboard with it, in fact, but as established you were bored out of your mind and this is turning out to be surprisingly fun.\n\nEarly Saturday evening you depart, supposedly for your friend Leslie's, but actually you duck around and find a good hiding spot that still has a decent view of the front of the house. Stage one of the plan, wait for people to arrive so that you'll have someone to mingle with when you get there. Also so that you can hopefully get a bead on what they're wearing so that you can adjust or abandon the plan accordingly.\n\nUnfortunately as cars begin to arrive and line the street, and people get out, you're left frowning. They're all in masks, alright, mostly masks that just cover the upper face but there's a decent variety of other sorts too, but all of them also seem to be wearing long coats... overcoats, trenchcoats, even rain slickers, to hide what they're wearing beneath. Something is starting to click in the back of your mind, but the front of your mind really isn't ready to acknowledge it yet so you brush it off. No, you'll push ahead for now, if anything your curiosity is even greater! You wait until there's a decent lull in new arrivals before scurrying back across to your house and around to the window under your room. You'd earlier found a ribbon that fairly closely matched the color of the paint, and now you give it a yank to send the rope ladder you put together tumbling down. It's not the greatest craftsmanship but it really only needs to work once, you think a bit smugly as you clamber up, opening up your unlocked window and dropping in infiltrating spy style before hurriedly pulling the rope ladder in after yourself and closing the window.\n\nYou may have been humming the Mission Impossible theme the entire time. It's okay.\n\nAnyway, once you're in your room, on to step three of your plan! You think you're on step three. Actually you guess this is step 2-A because you weren't able to figure out what to wear from the arriving guests. But! You have taken precautions for this! A single webcam hidden downstairs will give you a glimpse into the actual living room where everyone will be mingling, among other places, so you just have to go on your computer to access it and see if you have anything that you can wear to blend in.\n\nWhich, as it turns out, is 'nothing'.\n\n'That is a lot of naked people,' you think a little numbly, staring at the screen. Of course you feel a bit of an idiot for not piecing it together before now, but everything just clicks now that you've seen it. Those are definitely a bunch of people ranging from probably mid-late twenties to early fifties or so, naked (or mostly, some are wearing accessories or bits of obviously entirely decorative clothing) and masked, and more than a few obviously aroused. It looks like there's a fair bit of chatting, flirting, and fondling going on, and you're pretty sure there's at least one pair already having sex in the corner, despite everyone else looking like they're just starting to get warmed up.\n\n'It's a sex party. My parents are having a sex party,' you think, rubbing your face with both hands. 'O-kaaaay. ... Oh crap they've been having these for years and I've just never realized it, oh my God I'm naive.'\n\n<hr>\n[[Hide out in embarrassment.|GGParent]]\n\n[[Flee in shame.|GGParent16x1]]\n\n[[Infiltrate in defiance!|GGParent15x2]]

The plan goes on! you decide, taking a deep breath to brace yourself before standing up and heading over to where you stashed your 'disguise', pulling out the mask and wig. You're going to go down and see what this sex party is actually like and what goes on at it! ... You know, besides the... sex. ... Right. You consider briefly, then shrug... well, this handily takes care of the issue of whether or not you have something that matches the party attire. Blushing, you strip naked, tossing your clothes over into the corner before working to affix the wig. You've looked at numerous tutorials online and you're confident that between the hairpins, light use of stick-ems, and the mask helping brace it in place, it shouldn't come off even if someone yanks on it... they'd probably have to pull on it hard enough that they'd yank out actual hair anyway, and at that point someone other than you would be in trouble.\n\nYou affix the mask in place, then walk over to the door and take a few deep, steadying breaths, your perky bare breasts rising and falling with them. Okay, you can do this. You can do this. Just go out there and roll with whatever you see and do your best, and if you get caught... ... well, there's certainly enough embarrassment to go around to keep you from getting in too much trouble, you figure. You quickly open the door and slip out, closing it quietly behind you while glancing around to make sure you haven't been spotted exiting. (Looks like they've put a piece of paper with a red 'No' symbol on it on the front of your door. Well that's appreciated.) Luckily it looks like the only people in the upstairs hallway are a pudgy middle-aged guy you're fairly sure is your friend Max's father on his knees giving a rimjob to a woman that you <i>think</i> might be your math teacher from two grades ago. Okay, no big, you think as you use a calm stroll to head down the hall and then the stairs. It's just a bit of swinging, kinkshaming is bad, etc.\n\nStill, it's a bit difficult to brace yourself for the sheer amount of nudity going on downstairs, or to not feel like you want to hide due to your own nudity. 'Picture everybody naked' doesn't actually work when everybody really is naked, you muse as you try to calmly look over the large amount of people who are clearly your neighbors, friends' parents, and other members of the community. Keeping your back straight but not too straight because marching stiff-shouldered through the room would basically be like whistling nonchalantly, you start making your way through the party, trying to observe. One of the first things you realize is that it really is a lot like you'd expect of a normal adult party, people chatting and talking about their daily lives and how things are going at the office and stuff like that... though you also notice that there's obviously much less restraint, with things like how much they'd like to bend the new secretary at work over the desk and make her cum from having her ass pounded (boy that lady sounds braggy about it), or the various features of people they find attractive (including blood relations). Another that you quickly pick up on is that though various people are fairly recognizable and the familiar chatting says they do acknowledge one another, absolutely no one is using names at any point. 'Must be some sort of rule,' you think, trying not to be obvious about staring as one chatting pair's flirting and light fondling turns into the younger man being bent forward against a wall and having the older man's cock stuffed up his ass. But then other people are openly watching and even commenting, so.\n\n"Hm, is this your first time?"\n\nYou jump a little at realizing you're being addressed, and turn a bit to spot... your father. Your very naked, masked father. Even if you didn't recognize his voice and hair, you saw the black half-mask he's wearing hanging in his bedroom earlier, so it's not exactly a hard identification to make. 'Don't look at his dick don't look at his dick don't look at his dick wow Dad has a nice dick FUCK,' you think as you fail in keeping your eyes on his face.\n\nPerhaps taking your stunned silence for censure, your father chuckles. "It's okay, I'm not trying to pry or anything, obviously that's against the rules. Just that I don't recall seeing you here before, so I was a <i>little</i> curious, but that's all I'll ask."\n\n'Voice acting ambitions don't fail me now,' you think, clearing your throat a little before doing your best to pitch your voice a bit lower without sounding phony. "Yes, I'm somebody's plus one, it's my first time here."\n\nYou're really hoping that 'plus ones' are a thing for this party, but it would seem they are as your father just nods. "Right, I did think I would have remembered seeing you here before. You're incredibly cute," he adds, reaching out to brush his fingertips around the curve of one of your breasts and along your nipple, causing you to internally make a noise somewhere between a shriek and a soft yip but externally it comes out as 'mmn'. "Hm, it's a little forward even for one of these parties, but I wouldn't mind welcoming you more thoroughly. Shall we fool around?"\n\nOh. Oh crap. You're being propositioned by your father, who clearly doesn't realize that he's your father as he's propositioning you. And you're not even sure how much rejection you can give without blowing your cover! Okay, okay, quick, think, think think think!\n\n<hr>\n[["It's a bit early, I'm easing in!"|GGParent19x1]]\n\n[["Well, you see, I'm a lesbian!"|GGParent15x3]]\n\n[["YEAH SURE OKAY!"|GGParent]]

"So, uh, I'd really rather stick to gi-, um, women, sorry," you reply in what you hope is a polite tone. Yes, genius! ... Okay ignore that you kinda-sorta just came out to your father. Even if you're not actually a lesbian.\n\n"Oh that's completely understandable, certainly. Although in that case why don't I introduce you to someone you might like?"\n\n'Oh hey look it's the <i>completely obvious</i> downside to trying to get out of things by saying I'm gay,' you think a little flatly as he leads you off to the side a bit, tapping another naked person on the shoulder. Of course it's your mother. Of course it is. "Ah, hello," you say, doing your best to keep your voice from quavering as you try to think of a way out of this. \n\n"Well hello there," your mother says to you in practically a purr, sending a distinctly odd shiver down your spine. She's definitely being much more warm and much less casual than your father was about looking you over and liking what she sees, even with the mask on. "Nice to see someone new at our little parties. Are you having fun?"\n\n"Ah, yeah, though I'm still getting used to it a bit," you reply, focusing on keeping up the 'voice' you've developed rather than how your mother's taken to gently stroking your upper arm in a playful fashion. "It's a little overwhelming just now, you know?" you add in a burst of inspiration, hoping that means they'll let you off the hook.\n\n"Oh, well then, would you like to rest in private for a little bit? Obviously these parties prefer to focus on everyone staying out and mingling, but when you need some privacy you just need it, hm?" your father suggests breezily.\n\n"Yeah, that'd be good, sure," you answer with a quick bob of the head, thinking that then maybe you can slip away and get back into your room.\n\n"Right this way, then," your mother suggests, in that same warm purr of a voice. Man it's wild, you've <i>never</i> heard her talk about that. Uh, also she seems to be escorting you to the stairs. And up them. While draping an arm around your shoulders. Um. And your father is following behind, and not being very subtle about enjoying the view of your ass and pussy as you head up the stairs ahead of him. <i><b>Um.</b></i> ... Oh. Right. They weren't suggesting that you go off into private alone, they were suggesting you go off into private <i>with them</i>.\n\n"I assume you don't mind if I watch, at least, since at least a <i>little</i> watching is the order of the evening?" your father asks breezily as he pushes open the door to his and your mother's room, lightly stroking his fully erect cock. You swallow a little... the interior's been changed out a bit, mostly just removing extraneous or personal things, though... those definitely look like black rubber sheets on the bed. \n\n"Ah, well... yeah," you answer a little numbly, since you're not sure what else to say that wouldn't instantly crash this, though... uh... m-maybe you should?\n\n"Oh my, you <i>are</i> nervous. Well don't worry, usually the first time is plenty to get you past your nerves," your mother murmurs in a mingling of kindness and sensuality that definitely causes a funny feeling low in your belly, along with her fingertips stroking along your cheek as she looks into your eyes through the lenses of your mask. "You'll be used to this sort of party soon, you've just got to take that first plunge. And I promise, I'll make that first plunge... very nice," she adds in a low, sweet voice, her fingertips trailing down from your cheek to along the side of your neck, down your chest, and gently circling the curve of your breast to brush across your stiff nipple. "Mmm, you have such a lovely body. Reminds me a bit of someone I know," she adds, even as she leans in, clearly intending to kiss you (and not on the cheek).\n\n<hr>\n[[OKAY WAAAAAIT!|GGParent]]\n\n[[... Welp, guess we're doing this.|GGParent15x4]]

You haven't seen another car in hours and the chances of seeing another one any time soon seem remote, surely nothing bad could happen if you took your eyes off the road briefly, right? Hahaha how ridiculous would it be for fate to punish even the slightest infraction?! You take your eyes away from what seems a decently straight and open section of the road long enough to look down and poke at your phone, quickly unlocking it and poking at the playlist.\n\nYou look up just in time to see a shocked-looking dark muzzle topped by horns and give a scream before there's an exceptionally hard thump, your entire car veering to one side and part of the windshield cracking into a massive, almost opaque spiderweb. You slam on the brakes halfway through the impact, your car twisting and jerking to one side before finally coming to a halt. Twitching and shuddering, you just sit there for a minute, trying to get your racing heart (and mind) under control and some of your muscles to unclench. \n\nTurning on your hazard blinkers, you risk climbing out of your car, taking a look at it. There's a large dent on the passenger side, the fender crumpled and cracked, the metal on that side bent, the headlight shattered. You take a glance around, and quickly spot what you hit. Oh no, it's a reindeer! You hit a reindeer on Christmas eve! What a miserable thing to happen! You almost start crying and making your way over to it right then, but better sense kicks in... despite your guilt, it's a large, wounded animal, and could be dangerous! But after a few minutes it becomes clear it's not going to move, so you make your way over to take a look down at it.\n\nThe poor thing. It's laying slumped and immobile, eyes closed, as if it could be sleeping... but its sides and chest aren't moving at all. Sniffling, you look over it, and abruptly feel even worse... it's wearing a jingle bell harness. So it probably belonged to someone, like as part of one of those "Santa's Village" sort of places. Of course, with that guilt comes a rush of worry... reindeer have got to be <i>really</i> expensive, right? Suddenly you're looking at more than the deductible for getting your car repaired, not to mention the confrontation of telling someone you killed one of their star attractions on what might be the busiest day of the year. (Second busiest? Christmas Eve would have more kids wanting to see Santa, right? ... Wait, that's not the relevant bit here!)\n\nYou shift a bit in place, glancing nervously between the reindeer and your damaged but driveable car. You're torn between the desire to try to find the reindeer's owner and apologize, as seems proper, and to just drive off and tell your family you hit the non-rein sort of deer at some point on your drive (since it's far enough away from here you doubt anyone would connect you to it, and you could always claim you didn't actually see what you hit if they ever did).\n\n<hr>\n[[Find the owner.|HollyXmas]]\n\n[[Drive off.|HollyXmas2x2]]

Military? Ugh, that would mean a lot of running around and junk like that, wouldn't it? ... On the other hand, if you did well, you could not only order people around and put people through hell, but the teachers would <i>make them listen to you</i>!\n\nBesides, you're a girl. Surely the training and physical activity won't be nearly as stringent for you as it would be for boys. You could do some pushups and whatnot in exchange for power over others. Now starting to feel practically eager, you point down at the page in the folder. "I think I'd like to go to the military academy."\n\n"Admittedly not the choice I expected of you, Mercer-san," Murata-sensei says with a quirked brow as she accepts the folder back. "But then again, perhaps I understand its appeal to you." You're starting to get the funny feeling this very stern, very odd woman has you pegged entirely. "Well then, come along, and I'll hand you over to Kagura-sensei, who I'm sure will be just delighted to have you."\n\nA bit relieved that you'll apparently be getting out from under Murata's thumb, you rise and follow her back outside, where the car is now waiting close to the foot of the steps. Both of you climb in, and take a long, winding drive out to what seems like a rather remote part of the campus. The building you approach is almost dome-shaped, made out of what almost looks like solid stone layered with metal around the windows. It looks more like some sort of modern fortress than a school building, really. Murata gets out and you trot along after her and into a circular lobby area. There's an almost information-kiosk style desk in the center, and the walls are lined with large posters in lit glass cases, each apparently advertising one of the divisions of the military branch of the school. The posters are mostly to either side of doors, and as the two of you enter, one of the doors slides open and a tall, tan-skinned woman in digital camo fatigues with her black hair pulled back in a ponytail walks out.\n\n"Hey there! I got the call I was getting a new recruit," she says brightly, grinning broadly. Wait, who called her? Before you can ask, she continues, cupping her chin and looking you up and down with a 'hmmmm'. "Not quite our usual, but we actually do get all sorts here. I'm sure you'll find some friends to fit in with right off the bat!" she says cheerfully, clapping you on the shoulder.\n\nYou give her your best phony grin that has just enough obvious phoniness in it that you can feel you're mocking her. "That's great, I look forward to it!"\n\n"Sure sure. Anyway, I'm Kagura-sensei, I'm basically the General of the girls' divisions, but just 'sensei' will do. Well!" She turns a bit, sweeping a hand out. "The posters will give you an idea of what's on the table. If you have any questions about them, just ask me."\n\nNodding, you start to make your way around the circle of the room, looking at the posters. The first one has an image of a very pretty Japanese girl in fatigues like Kagura-sensei's, saluting and looking fabulous while doing it, the main bits of text reading '[[Join the JJSDF|MeanJPPlaceholder]]! Go far in the military! Learn a broad range of skills and mingle with people just like you!' Another has a similarly pretty Japanese girl in fatigues saluting, but she's doing it while poking up out of the top hatch of a tank, her other arm resting atop it. '[[Learn Sensha-dou|MeanJPPlaceholder]]! Learn the feminine artistry of tank warfare!' ... Feminine artistry of tank warfare? What? A third has a girl in a tight digital camo bodysuit and some sort of high-tech headset, behind the glass dome of some sort of robot with dual gatling gun arms that are blazing away. '[[Join MEKA Division|MeanJPPlaceholder]]! Pilot the most cutting-edge vehicles of any military in the world!' Seriously, they've got stuff like that? A fourth shows a trio of girls in digital camo fatigues, but they also seem to be wearing something tight and black with high necks under it... and masks over their lower face, as they salute a Japanese flag waving over a completely black one. '[[Join the Stealth Elite!|MeanNinjaStart]] Defend your country from the shadows!' That doesn't sound like a lot of glory, but still, if you wanted to keep being in the military quiet to avoid offending anybody that it wouldn't make you more popular to offend...\n\nThe next poster actually surprises you, because the pretty redheaded girl in it isn't Asian, and isn't even wearing military attire... unless it's ancient military attire. Her armor looks more like something out of a period drama about Rome or something... even though she's holding a rifle that looks like a weird cross between a raygun and a musket. She's holding her weapon and gazing into the distance in a dignified fashion, her poster's text reading '[[Become a Huntress|MeanRWBYStart]]! The most elite and respected fighters to ever exist!' Hm... elite, huh? Respect, huh? Nice. And what, they go hunting for... deer? Well, you have no objections to killing something, especially if it comes with position and respect.\n\nThe last poster actually makes your jaw drop. It actually shows a girl in a bodysuit like the MEKA Division's... except she's in some sort of sleek spaceship zipping away from Earth. '[[Become a part of UEAS Defense|MeanJPPlaceholder]]! Push the boundaries of infinity, and beyond!' Oh come on, no way... it's gotta be a bunch of simulators and training exercises like that 'space camp' stuff, right?

Basic human instinct takes over and you desperately scramble to your feet and take off at a dead run that you never could have managed in gym class. You hear another horrifying bellow from behind you and something whistling through the air, and the sound of glass shattering and metal shrieking as parts of your car pelt your back through your coat. Ignoring it, you continue to run headlong into the woods, not caring where you're going as long as it's away.\n\nSoon all you can hear is your own panicked breathing, and the hammering of your heart in your ears. But every time you get tempted to slow down and at least look around to see where you are, another of those inhuman noises comes from behind you, occasionally with that awful whistling sound and the crack and clatter of wood shattering. If that thing's doing that to innocent trees, what's it going to do to you?! You push yourself on until it feels like your heart's going to burst at any moment, when you finally see something other than trees ahead... an old barn, its sides splintery and paint chipped off and gone long ago, roof sagging here and there, but still seeming mostly whole.\n\nIt's ridiculously obvious as a hiding place, but you don't have any other options. Pelting through the yawning maw of the doors, you fling them closed behind you and stumble through the darkness inside, every breath so hard it feels like you're going to throw up. You lurch forward and stagger to a stop, resting your hands on your knees, sweat dripping from your face and onto the dirt floor of the barn. You take a quick look around the moment you gather your wits, seeing several stalls full of old, dry hay. Looks like at some point this was partially a stable, too. You also notice that there's what looks like a sickle hung on a wall, the blade dotted with rust but it looks like it still has an edge on it.\n\nDespite the weather, you feel overheated from your run... until you hear another bellow and your blood runs cold. There's the sound of inhuman feet slamming against the ground, and a shadow falling across the moonlight edging in around the barn door. That thing is just outside!\n\n<hr>\n[[Hide in one of the stalls!|HollyXmas]]\n\n[[Arm yourself!|HollyXmas]]\n\n[[Just see what it is.|HollyXmas2x4]]

You just... can't deal with this. You've got to get out of here, some sort of possibly angry confrontation on top of the shock and guilt would be too much for you. You scramble back to your car and clamber in, sniffling a little as you start the engine and drive off. You do your best to try and calm down and make yourself feel better with various silent promises to never again take your eyes off the road. Eventually you convince yourself that you've essentially already atoned for your sin... this will make you a better person, right? You'll be a more careful driver for the rest of your life, and really, it was just a reindeer, that's not that bad right? Besides, it went out in the road, and-\n\nYou scream as your car jolts, far more violently than before and without any sight whatsoever of having hit anything. The SUV spins out, and for a terrifying moment you think you're going to flip up on one side. But the car finally comes to rest with you dizzy and aching, and without thinking you undo your seatbelt and shove the door open, falling more than stepping out of the car and winding up on all fours. Panting, you look aside towards your car's front, then feel your throat tighten in horror. Rather than any sort of impact, there's a long slash mark right through the metal that starts at the bumper, goes right through the tire and hubcap, and at least several inches to the other side.\n\nYou hear a snarling half-howl noise from somewhere to the side and whip your head towards it. Someone... no, it's definitely some<i>thing</i>... is standing amidst the trees. The shadows and the angle of the moon rob it of any detail, but it's standing upright like a person, but seems too big to be an actual human, and there are various things about the shape of the body, especially the legs, that are just wrong. That's not even getting into the massive, curved horns arching up from its head. Whatever it is, it gives another one of those eerie snarl-howls, something like a chain dropping from one of its hands and starting to swing.\n\n<hr>\n[[Run!|HollyXmas2x3]]\n\n[[When did running ever help in a horror movie? Plead for forgiveness!|HollyXmas]]

Having seen what it did to your car, you're not eager to try the patience of the Krampus. Throwing yourself on its mercy (if it has any) seems to be your only hope. Swallowing hard, you clasp your hands together.\n\n"Please, please, Krampus! I'm sorry! I know what I did was wrong!" you blurt, tears slipping down your cheeks. "I... I messed up! I shouldn't have taken my eyes off the road, and I shouldn't have just driven off after I hit that poor reindeer! I made a bad mistake and then I made another one, and I'm sorry! I'll... I'll make up for it somehow, honest! Just please don't kill me!"\n\nThe Krampus stares at you with its scowling, inhuman face for long moments, before it lets out a derisive snort. You almost pass out with fear as the blade-tipped chain in its hand drops down and begins to spin, then suddenly goes shooting through the air towards you. You're expecting pain at any moment, but instead there's a loud ripping noise and a sudden rush of cold. Staring down at yourself dumbfounded, you find you've been stripped completely naked... whether it somehow swung the chain through you without hitting you, or just sent it past you with enough force, it's utterly destroyed all your clothes. You look back up at the Krampus in shock only to find it looming above you, reaching out to grab you by the neck with one big hand. You can't help but scream as you're swung around towards its other hand, which is holding something...\n\nYou go tumbling into the huge bag, bouncing and wobbling as you hit the bottom of it. Most of the light disappears as the bag is closed, and you yelp as you suddenly go swinging through the air, thumping against the Krampus's broad back. You instinctively try to struggle, kicking your legs and flailing your arms, but the motions of the Krampus walking keep throwing you off-balance and compacting you further into the bottom of the bag, until you're forced to curl up on yourself. The burlap scratches your bare skin as you're tumbled around helplessly, thumping against the creature's back as he carries you off to who-knows-where. Eventually a combination of exhaustion, fear, and shock causes you to pass out.\n\nWhen you come to, you're still cold, your body trying to shiver and not managing it very well due to your position... stretched spread-eagle and upright in the air. Scratchy, rough rope is tied around your wrists and ankles, stretching your arms and legs out to just-almost pain without quite getting there. You try to struggle but find there's absolutely no give, your tits jiggling, and your panicked breathing coming out in puffs of fog. You're in some sort of room... it doesn't look all that different than the barn you tried to hide in before, though the roof looks to be made of... ice?... instead of wood.\n\nYou can hear a heavy door on rusty hinges creaking open behind you, and then the distinctive sound of those heavy, huge hooffalls on the ground. You tremble as hard as you can in the uncomfortable bonds you're held in as you hear the Krampus moving around behind you, its snorts of breath sounding like thunder in your ears, your fear only magnified by the fact that you can't see it. You try to plead for forgiveness again, but your throat has gone tight with terror and won't make a sound... at least until you scream as there's a thrumming whistle and something cracks across your back, making you try to lurch against the ropes. \n\nThe strike leaves a stinging, almost burning pain spreading out from a thin line on your back... until whatever it is whistles through the air and this time strikes the back of your thighs. You cry out again, but this time the next strike hits right across your generous ass even as you're yowling. After that the switch continues to sing through the air again and again with abandon, the Krampus whipping you with it mercilessly, making you writhe and buck in your bonds. Sweat is soon gleaming on your skin again despite the cold of the room, droplets of it flung from your tits as they lurch and wobble with the jerks of your body. And somewhere your brain links the intense sensation with your guilt, convincing at least part of you that you want this... the pain and heat in your back, across the backs of your legs, on your ass, starts to be echoed by a heat between your legs, arousal joining the sweat dampening your inner thighs.\n\nEventually the Krampus ceases its assault on your back, leaving you hanging in the ropes sobbing softly, your back a mass of stinging, hot welts from shoulders to knees, your pussy aching and begging to be fucked somewhere under all that pain. You rather distantly hear more hooffalls, and then feel the Krampus's large hands gripping your waist. You whimper at the feel of something hot, hard, and throbbing rubbing against the switch-marked cheeks of your ass, before it draws away again. You let out another scream as the Krampus's flare-tipped prick abruptly rams not into your needy, sodden cunt, but deep into your unprepared asshole, your belly bulging with the girth and length of it. Your eyes roll and your teeth grit as the holiday monster begins fucking your ass brutally, its leathery white balls swinging forward to smack against your pussy with wet slaps, its hips spanking against your stinging, marked buttocks. Your head lurches and tosses with the motions of it fucking you, tits jiggling and wobbling, at least until it reaches forward and begins mauling them with both hands, its black talon-like nails leaving scratches on the sweat-gleaming flesh as it kneads and squeezes roughly.\n\nThe torrent of pain and trickles of pleasure mingle with your earlier feeling of deserving this, and a shameful orgasm slams through you, leaving you gurgling and twitching as the Krampus continues beastfucking your ass. You have several more before the white-skinned creature gives one of those terrifying yowling bellows and shoves deep into you, a rush of something that's simultaneously both hot and cold flooding your abused hole, the bulge of its prick gradually disappearing as your belly swells and rounds out with the massive load being pumped into you. Eventually your belly is stretched and full, wobbling in front of you like an oversized water balloon. The Krampus grunts, then abruptly pulls out. Almost the same instant, it slashes the ropes holding you up, allowing you to collapse to the floor in a boneless and graceless heap, twitching on the cold, hard earth as cum gushes out of your ass and down over your sodden, twitching, still occasionally aftershock-orgasming pussy.\n\nEventually, once your stomach is mostly flat again and your lower body is laying in a rapidly turning icy pool of cum, you start to come back to yourself. You drag your abused body up to your knees and turn a bit to look... the Krampus is standing there, holding a long birch switch, its horselike white cock with its elaborate grooves across the shaft jutting before it in a half-hard arc and dripping cum on the floor. It grunts, then makes a beckoning gesture, turning and starting to walk towards the massive wooden door gaping open in the back wall. It clearly wants you to follow it.\n\n<hr>\n[[Obey.|HollyXmas2x6]]\n\n[[Plead for forgiveness again.|HollyXmas]]

Every muscle in your body feels like jelly, and a sort of exhaustion has set in emotionally as well as physically. Hiding seems pointless, and you're no fighter... you may as well just face whatever this is. You straighten up and turn towards the door, trying your best to brace yourself.\n\nThe door is yanked open, and the thing moves inside, its huge onyx-black hooves slamming into the dirt hard enough to send little clouds of it into the air. It's as big as you thought, well over seven feet tall, with skin as white as the snow and etched with little grooves like tribal tattoos. It's shaggy in some places and showing bare skin in others, mostly covered on its lower body, its white-furred legs putting you in mind of old stories of satyrs... which you guess goes with the massive bare cock and balls dangling from its crotch, swinging between its shaggy thighs with every step, the tip flattish and flared more like a horse's than anything else. Its face too has a somewhat goatlike look, with a squashed, upturned nose and jutting jaw with long, wispy white goatee attached. The massive curved horns are only part of a 'crown' of them along its forehead and the sides of its pointy ears, sharp teeth bared as it opens its mouth and growls at you.\n\n<img src="images/t7N76Le.jpg">\n\nSomething tickles the back of your mind about its appearance... stories you heard from family when you were a kid. The... the Krampus?! Santa Claus gives presents to good children, but in a years gone by, it was apparently necessary to threaten children with consequences for bad behavior too, so the Krampus would go around kidnapping or beating them. Or worse. It seems absolutely unbelievable, especially considering you're not a child, but it looks like the Krampus has come for you! ... W-wait, though a lot of modern stuff has Santa and the Krampus as enemies, in the old, old stories, wasn't Krampus Santa's ally? And you killed... a reindeer...\n\nUh-oh.\n\n<hr>\n[[Deny guilt.|HollyXmas]]\n\n[[Beg for forgiveness.|HollyXmas2x5]]

Swallowing heavily, you carefully get to your feet and follow after the Christmas monster. With every step you can feel your thighs, ass, and back set off stinging from your switch welts, and you can feel the gooey cum still sloshing around in and dripping out of your ass. The cold ground leeches what heat you had out of your feet, and you keep expecting them to go numb or even start hurting but it never quite happens. Instead you just shiver in the cold and hug yourself as you follow the Krampus through long hallways made of rough wood with icy ceilings, leaving a trail of cum from your abused asshole behind you.\n\nThe Krampus eventually stops and undoes a door just like the one of the room you were kept in, and you follow it inside. It's... nearly identical to the one you were kept in, actually. Right down to having a naked person strung up in the middle of the room! He looks like a boy of about fifteen or sixteen, average in most ways and with shaggy brown hair. He's trembling in the cold in a way that you think says he's awake... he must be feeling the same trepidation and fear you did when you heard that door swing open behind you, unable to see far enough over your shoulder to know what was going to happen.\n\nThe Krampus turns towards you, then thrusts the fist holding the birch switch out towards you. When you flinch back he growls, then thrusts the switch towards you again, pale icy eyes glaring at you expectantly. After a moment you hesitantly reach a shaking hand out and take the switch in hand, the massive pale monster turning it loose and stepping back. It snorts fog out through its nose, then points towards the suspended boy. You stare back and forth between the Krampus and the boy, then down at the switch in your hand. He's telling you to... well, to pass it along? To whip this boy, who has apparently been bad enough to earn the Krampus's ire, like you were whipped...?\n\n<hr>\n[[Do it.|HollyXmas]]\n\n[[Refuse.|HollyXmas]]\n\n[[Do it really halfheartedly.|HollyXmas]]

You are a male between the ages of forty and fifty. You're starting to show your age, likely with grey in your hair and some lines on your face, and being seen in public with a young woman is probably starting to get you some "What a dirty old man" scowls. But you've lived enough of your life to know who you are, and have likely made something of yourself. Though just what you've made...\n\n[[Thaddeus|ThaddeusStart]]: A 45-year-old academic. Your father, an adventurer back in the days when just busting into tombs and taking home what you found was standard procedure, has passed away and left you his extensive holdings.

"Thaaaat could be very useful for... things," you muse, glancing at the door, and then significantly at Tiberius.\n\n"... Yes. Charms are usually towards the front-middle," he says, jabbing with his paw a few times to hurry you.\n\nYou soon find the instructions for the Obfuscation Charm, reading through it. "So it makes people basically just not consciously acknowledge anything strange, bothersome, or even just inconvenient that you do because then they don't have to deal with it. ... So basically it's a Somebody Else's Problem field."\n\n"An apt comparison, yes, that's almost the exact same logic. The magic does help, though, especially in guiding it. For instance, with this charm," he says, gesturing to what's essentially a recipe and several diagrams on the pages. "You could place the field around yourself and something else you were taking action with, or against, or so on, and then at a time of your choosing withdraw the field from only the object."\n\n"Soooo... for example, if I was at a birthday party, and I wanted to take a big old slice out of the cake way early, I could do it and eat the slice and no one would even notice while I was doing it, and I could either leave it in place and no one would ever notice or care about the cake having a chunk out of it, or once I was done I could withdraw the field and everyone would notice the cake had been defiled but not that I had frosting all over my face?"\n\n"... An interestingly specific example, Mistress."\n\n"Okay, so, I was eight, and-"\n\n"Time for that later, we'll get distracted. But yes that's pretty much exactly it."\n\n"Very useful. <i>Extremely</i> useful," you muse, eyeing the instructions. "Kinda OP, really."\n\n"It has its limits. Particularly aggressive actions, or things that are simply too terrifying or dangerous to be ignored."\n\n"Like your true form?"\n\n"Precisely. You could theoretically power the charm with enough mana to overcome that, but I'm not sure you have enough yet, and even if you did it would be very brief. But that's the other thing, you constantly have to supply the charm with enough mana to keep the effect going. So if you run out, or can't concentrate at all..."\n\n"Ah, I gotcha. Okay, let's see what it needs. Huh... pretty normal stuff, looks like most of it's in the technique... oh, here we go, 'a piece of metal, preferably able to be worn close to the skin, which has multiple connection points running through a circle'." You consider, then give an excited 'ooo, ooo!' and jump up to run to your chest of drawers, Tiberius looking mildly offended at having his head dislodged. You rifle quickly through your jewelry box, then whirl around to display the silver amulet of a long, horned demonic skull set over a pentagram with fake ruby eyes. "Tada! Super thematic!"\n\n"Indeed it is." Tiberius's brown-spotted brows lift. "How did you come to already have such a perfect amulet for a witch's charm?"\n\nYou just look at him. Then reach over with one hand and fling open your closet door, displaying part of your vast collection of black T-shirts with white piles of sticks on the chest.\n\n"Ah, silly question."\n\n"Okay, let's get to work on this," you say as he hops down from the bed and pads over, with you starting to assemble things on your desk.\n\n"Alright, I'll guide you and give you a few mental nudges. Such is, by the way, the usual task of a demon familiar, though I can just impart you knowledge directly at times. Don't make that face, Mistress, I said I'd warn you next time."\n\nIt takes about an hour to do all the scratching, chanting, and channeling necessary to turn your little edgy Hot Topic purchase into a genuine magical amulet. When it's done, though, you clip it to a black choker and slip it on, giving a faint 'mm' at the hug of it on your throat. "So then I just sort of focus on it and try to send energy through it?"\n\n"Yes, it shouldn't take too much concentration or mana to get it started."\n\nYou touch your fingertips to it, closing your eyes and concentrating, and... it's definitely strange. It's sort of like a tingle but not? Sort of like a flow, but not? It's sort of like... your blood flow, like somehow you know it is in the back of your mind even if you can't <i>really</i> feel it but you're pretty sure you'd notice if it stopped. You crack an eye open to look at Tiberius. "Is it working?"\n\n"It is," he confirms evenly. At your slightly suspicious look, he snorts. "Our bond means that I can always perceive you, as you can me. You'd likely need to test it on your mother."\n\n"Ah, yeah, good idea." You turn and head back out, finding your mother in her office. There is, of course, a faint moment of worry that she might have found some remnant of the ceremony, but she just seems to be placidly doing some 3D modeling. "Hey Mom."\n\n"Hello dear. Getting hungry?" she asks with a brief glance towards you.\n\n"Yeah. But I thought I'd come and see what you were up to."\n\n"Oh, not much, just trying to make the lids of some tupperware look more 'Generation Z', whatever that means," she says dryly, giving you another glance, this time in the shared 'artist dealing with customer' variety.\n\n"Eheh, yeah." Briefly searching for something odd but walk-backable to say to see if the SEP Field is working, you settle on, "Hope you aren't too lonely in bed with Dad gone for a few days."\n\n"Mm, oh, I'll manage," she replies distractedly, not missing a beat.\n\n"Yeah?" You glance at Tiberius, starting to grin as you look back at your mom. "Hey, did you notice my tits are almost as big as yours now?"\n\n"I sort of had, honey, but it's fine."\n\n"Mm-hm." You lift your shirt up to let them fall free and give them a shake right as she's looking at you, but she doesn't so much as bat an eye. "Think I should get 'em pierced? Or maybe tattooed?"\n\n"I'd need to sign a permission slip, honey," she replies, still in that sort of distracted tone.\n\n"Mhmm." You tug your shirt down, considering. Time to push it for a true test. "Think Dad would sign the permission slip if I wrapped them around his dick first?"\n\n"Hm? Well, maybe," she replies breezily, frowning as she rounds the corner of the virtual lid a bit more.\n\nYou exchange another glance with Tiberius, before he says, "I think that should be adequate proof it's working, yes, unless your mother is particularly sanguine about the idea of you fucking your father."\n\n"Psh, in what world would that be true? Also I think even if it was, she might otherwise notice the talking dog," you reply with a snort.\n\n"He does seem adorably verbal," your mother declares airily without looking away from the screen.\n\nYou and Tiberius grin at each other. "Yeah, it's working," you snicker.\n\n"Indeed. And despite what I'd said before I'd suspected otherwise, and monitoring the flow with the amulet makes it even more clear you do have an astoundingly large reservoir of mana after all. You could keep it up at well above this level for quite some time, and I don't doubt exercise a great deal of fine control as you learned to wield it."\n\n<hr>\n[["Thoughts for the future, let's go now."|GGMB]]\n\n[["... hmmmm..."|GGMB]]

Well... there is something to be said for being familiar with your own body. Making sure the door is closed, you strip down, piling your clothes at the foot of the bed, then running your hands down your body. Hm... not particularly athletic, not chubby, but overall fairly attractive... you wonder if Ryoko's body was actually like this, or if the treatment put you in a sort of 'default' state for her genetics? You slide your hands over your perky tits, giving a soft mmf as your tan nipples stiffen. They're surprisingly sensitive, more than your old body's were! You stroke fingertips across the puffy areola and moan lowly at the little shocks of sensation that sends through you, even before you give the stiff nubs a flick with your fingers. It really does feel amazingly good, and soon you sprawl onto your back on the bed so that you can focus on playing with your newly teenaged tits, squeezing them and toying with the nipples.\n\nYou're both surprised and somehow not at all surprised when, after some time of playing with your tits, you actually cum, your hips bucking and twitching in orgasm mostly just from stimulating your nipples. Moaning and panting, you actually slide a hand down between your legs and stroke fingers over your pussy... you're quite literally dripping wet, your fingers almost immediately soaked from tip to knuckle just from stroking yourself and sliding inside once. God, your pussy's almost as tight as...\n\nBiting your lower lip, you roll over onto your front and scoot up onto your knees, poking your pert little teenage butt into the air. You slide your other hand between your legs to resume stroking and fingering your pussy, while your now slick and dripping fingers are moved behind you, pressing to your tight little pucker and pushing inside. You gasp at the feeling... ohhhh, your asshole is even more sensitive to pleasure now than it was before, when you got that royal fucking from Katsuko! Of course, that thought brings the memory of it to mind, and before you can think better of it you're pumping fingers into your hot little cunt and tight little ass fantasizing about being bent over a table and pounded by Katsuko's thick cock, whimpering and crying out in a cute high voice all the while.\n\nEventually you let your fingers slide out of yourself, panting and rolling onto your back. You slip the fingers that were just in your pussy into your mouth, rolling your tongue around them as you suck up your own juices, wishing your fingers were a fat futanari prick instead. You blush some as you realize the course your thoughts have gone on... you should really be hating Katsuko, not wishing she was letting you suck her cock. Still... you press your already wet thighs together and squirm. You can't help but admit that you could really go for some cock...\n\nYou glance at the doorway, considering. Ryoko said that Kasumi and Setsuna would be perfectly happy to help you with your explorations of your new body... chances are one or both of them are futas, too. You could... you could call them up...\n\n<hr>\n[[Get fucked by the meidos.|Kyoko]]\n\n[[Keep fucking yourself.|Kyoko1x3]]

"I can't!" you whimper, covering your face with both hands. "I just can't! I can't go up to a boy and just... say that! I'm a good girl!"\n\n"Oh for Fucking's sake," Xira mutters, expression flat. "C'mon, you have to be at least a <i>little</i> bit lewd, don't you?"\n\nYou do snap just a bit and thump a hand against the table, leaning in and pointing at her as you hiss-whisper, "I only masturbate once a week!"\n\n"... Holy <i>shit</i>." Now it's Xira's turn to put both hands over her face. "Okay maybe this plan really does need reevaluating. Okay, we've gotta get you over this somehow. We're gonna hafta take an alternative approach to getting you past this so you can get to the point of developing the proper succubus mindset. ... Most of them will have a few side effects but oh well."\n\n"Wait, side effe-" you start to say, blinking.\n\n"ANYhoo, what do you feel like is the biggest problem with approaching a guy?" Xira pushes on, interrupting you quickly. "Would you say you're just generally too inhibited, orrr is it being the aggressor, orrrrr would it be feeling like he judges you or something?"\n\n<hr>\n[[Inhibitions.|SweetSucc]]\n\n[[Aggressing.|SweetSucc]]\n\n[[Being judged.|SweetSucc]]

The turkey-man has to move the seat most of the way back before he can even wedge himself into the driver's seat of your car, fluffing his feathers out a bit as he moves the steering wheel up to accommodate his gut. The pig has an easier time of it, mostly just having to plop his fat, naked pink ass on the seat, though he gives up after the first few tries with the seatbelt. They turkey-man starts the car and backs it out, then peels out down the street, smashing Mrs. Devonshire's garden gnome along the way.\n\n"We'll return to our creator, first thing," the turkey-man clucks. "I'm sure she'll be quite eager to properly join the ranks of the oppressed."\n\n"Do you think we should let her pick, like the other?" the pig-man snorts back, shifting in his seat as the thoughts of fucking the teenager that had cursed the meat they once were causes his fat pink cock to start rising again. \n\n"You want her to be a pig, don't you?" the turkey-man replies, then lets out a gobbling laugh. "Well, that's fine. I think she'd look good all pink and plump. But in return, the rest have to be turkeys, alright?"\n\n"Alright." The pig squirms, barely able to contain his excitement. He glances down, then smirks before lifting the can that you've been packed tightly into. As he lowers it onto the tip of his cock, you squelch down the rest of his length, eagerly starting to ooze down his shaft and squeeze at it and his balls as he uses you like a discount pocket pussy.\n\nYou do hope eventually they'll let you make more like you. The world could use more brainless fucktoy googirls... and you can never have too much cranberry sauce!\n\n<b>Holly's Thanksgiving End</b> - <i>Saucy</i>\n\n<hr>\n[[But what if I had picked another Thanksgiving food?!|HollyNov1x4]]\n\n[[But what if I hadn't bought the ham and turkey?!|HollyNov1x2]]\n\n[[But what if it wasn't November?!|HollyStart]]

Look, the two of you had a deal. You're not going to talk about what happened with you, and if she's decided to go back on that deal, she can be the first one to approach you, you decide as you lay back in bed and close your eyes. You're going to uphold your end and just... let it be a one-time thing. You won't talk about it again, and you'll do your best to get on with life and put it behind you.\n\n<h1>Fourteen years later...</h1>\n\n"Look, no, I can't do it," you say to the person on the other end of the line as you rummage through your underwear drawer for one particular pair of panties. "Yes I understand that you can't go live without those redraws but then Latanya should have gotten in touch with me about it when I sent her the sketches, not called you twelve hours before you push to site." Finding several pairs worth taking (but not the one you wanted, dammit), you carry them over to your bag and drop them in. "Hey. Hey. Page two of my contract, point three, what's it say? What's it say, I know you can pull it up, what's it say? That's right, twenty-four hours notice at minimum for major redraws. ... Yeah well if it's not major then why are you saying it has to be done before you go live, huh? Huh? Yeah, that's what I thought. No I... I... <i>hey listen</i>!" you snap, bringing a hand up to put it to the side of your glasses, glowering at the name and image of one of your editors projected on the lenses. "I am literally about to walk out the door for my anniversary vacation. Between my marriage and working for you, which do you think I pick? ... Nope, wrong answer." You tap the small metal stub to the side of your lens, then tap it again. "Block all incoming calls not on 'Family' list."\n\nYou'll let your editor stew on that for the week you'll be gone. They're going to have to solve it without you one way or another, they may as well get started now. Besides, it's not like they can fire you for it, and with your contract if they do that's a lawsuit that'll be settled in your favor in about five minutes. You heft your bag onto your shoulder and head out for the car, ready to go and meet your-\n\n<hr>\n[[-husband.|GGDog17x1]]\n\n[[-wife.|GGDog16x2]]

You toss your bag in the passenger seat as you clamber behind the wheel, hitting the button to start the car and then the voice command control. "Autodrive, airport." Then you tap the stud on your glasses. "Call Tara."\n\nThe translucent image of your wife, albeit slightly dated due to her black hair being around her shoulders, appears on your lenses, pale hazel (almost yellow) eyes glittering even in the relatively low-res image. She does take a good picture. A moment later a green dot appears in the corner of the image. <i>"Hi, honey, you on the way?"</i>\n\n"Yeah." Deciding not to mention the bit with your editor until at least later in the vacation, you continue with, "Everything's still showing on time, and I didn't have to leave early since I went ahead and bought the fastpass from the TSA."\n\n<i>"Oh, yeah, I got that too. It's a little weird that they make you officially acknowledge that it's a bribe on the website."</i>\n\n"Government transparency did not work out like we expected. Anyway, I'll be seeing you in about... two and a half hours, looks like."\n\n<i>"Okay, I'm sitting on my plane now. I should have juuuust enough time after getting to the hotel to pick out something to drive you wild and take a shower before you get there."</i>\n\n"Well happy anniversary to you too." Grinning, you add a "See you soon, baby," before tapping the glasses again to hang up.\n\nLater you take your glasses off entirely and stuff them in your bag as you ride up the elevator, doing your best to immediately forget they exist. You've got a week with your wife in a lovely hotel in a nice little snowy mountain town, the two of you are going to have a good time. The door unlocks from the code in your watch as you grab the handle, pushing it open and immediately appreciating the hotel room's decorating... very cozy, very comfy. Of course you get rather distracted as Tara appears in the doorway, brushing her hands back over her short, slightly damp and thoroughly disheveled hair, smiling sultrily at you. She's wearing a black ribbon choker that you gave her for her birthday, and a loose, off-the-shoulder white sweater that's just long enough to conceal her panties... if she's wearing any. Her legs are also sheathed in black thigh-highs that are snug enough to bulge out her thighs a bit, which she helpfully draws attention to as she strikes a pose.\n\n<img src="images/Tara.png">\n\n"Tada~!"\n\n"... Everything is as promised, I see," you murmur, dropping your bag and crossing over to her, smiling as you lean in to kiss her, your hands sliding up her outer thighs, gradually pushing up the hem of the shirt. You take a glance down... and start laughing softly. "So <i>that's</i> where they were. Naughty girl."\n\n"What can I say, you have good taste, honey."\n\n"I'm just gonna hafta take these back, though," you murmur, sinking to your knees and hooking your fingers into the straps of your sexiest blue thong, slowly pulling it down and leaning in to apply your mouth to your wife's smooth-shaven sex the moment it's revealed.\n\nAfter the two of you have thoroughly greeted each other and you've had your own shower and change of clothes (just a short silk robe, since you know well enough what gets Tara going too), the two of you settle in on the couch with some wine, chatting quietly. Then Tara grins. "You know what, we should play a game."\n\n"Are we talking Halo Infinity Plus Five, or the <i>other</i> kind of game we play on the bed?" you chuckle.\n\n"Well it <i>is</i> something done at sleepovers, so there's that." She wiggles her eyebrows, smirking at you, before continuing, "I was thinking more like... Truth or Dare."\n\n"Oho, a game that's either going to lead to humiliation or kinky sex, I'm intrigued."\n\n"Why not both?" Tara snickers, then continues, "Come on, why don't we?"\n\n"Alriiiight, you go first, then."\n\n"Mm." Tara sips her wine, then shrugs. "Well, truth or dare, love?"\n\n"Mmmmmm..." You sip from your own glass as you consider, then answer, "Truth."\n\n"Tell me about your first time."\n\nYou pause, your glass almost at your lips again. "... Seriously?"\n\n"Well, you know." Her eyes glitter as she grins at you. "You've always told me that you're a 'gold star' lesbian, sweetheart, buuuut... I guess I've always had my suspicions. Call it a hunch. Come on, it's not like I'll get mad! Just tell me, what was your first time?"\n\n<hr>\n[[Tell the truth.|GGDog16x3]]\n\n[[Lie to your wife.|GGDog]]

"..." You swirl your wine in your glass, just turning the thought over in your head. It has been fourteen years since you said anything about your experience to another human being, but part of you still remembers the... well, a bit of the <i>rush</i> of telling your mother, spilling everything out, sharing the excitement and sheer, forbidden pleasure of the experience with someone else. You can feel your nipples going stiff beneath the silk of your robe, so you take a deep breath and say, "Alright, soooo... yeah, my first time was not with another girl. But it's probably not like you're thinking," you say slowly.\n\nTara blinks. "Um... wait, Cyan, are you saying it was... nonconsensual? I mean, I'm sorry, I didn't think it would be-"\n\n"Consent was dubious at best, but that's not what I meant," you answer dryly, shaking your head. "Look, just let me tell it." Watching her settle in with concern still obvious on her face, you hesitate just a little before you continue. "Alright, so. I was sixteen, it was summer vacation, and I was bored out of my skull. I decided I was going to get out of the house and do something, and I wound up taking a walk out to the local dog park. I decided to wander around in the woods nearby, and got down on all fours to take a drink from a stream, aaaand... this <i>dog</i> came up behind me," you continue slowly, watching Tara's eyes widen. "And he apparently knew exactly what he wanted, because he yanked down my jeans and panties with his mouth, then mounted me, right then and there. Just took me like I was a bitch in heat." You lean back some, taking a drink from your glass before you continue. "And honestly, while he was doing it, that's sort of what I became. I just... lost myself, it was like that dog dick was hitting buttons inside me that I never knew existed. So... when he was done, instead of yanking my pants up and running off, I... got undressed and presented for him again."\n\n"You did it <i>again</i>?" Tara whispers in a shocked tone.\n\n"Yeah." You nod, smiling rather sheepishly at her. "And not just him, more and more dogs kept coming. It was like a big... human bitch gangbang. I mean I just completely let go, I did any pervy thing that came to mind with that dog pack that I could think of. It was like I became an animal too... I wasn't thinking about what I was doing, I existed only in that moment, getting fucked and taking pleasure however I wanted. I was their bitch, and I loved every second of it." You take a deep breath, polish off your wine, then shrug as you set the glass aside. "So yeah, I kind of Obi-Wanned it when I said that I'd never been with a guy. I haven't... a human guy, anyway. It was one crazy, wild thing that I never repeated, but I admit every so often it still... comes to mind."\n\nYou fall silent, just looking at Tara, who's staring at you with an unreadable expression on her face. Then suddenly she's lunging across the couch at you, yanking your robe open and filling her hands with your tits as she kisses you harder and more ardently than she has in years. You mmmph in surprise, even as you near-reflexively reach around to grab her ass and haul her against you. But then she's pulling away, sliding off the couch and then yanking you off of it and onto your knees as well. She shoves you forward, bending you forward over the couch and holding you in place as you gasp and shake gently in excitement, listening to her grope for something and the click of fasteners. And then she's shoving her strapon's shaft deep into you, more roughly than she ever has before, making you cry out in pleasure as she leans forward over you, starting to pound into you, her sweater-clad hips slapping against your ass.\n\nYou can feel as much as hear her hard, fantic breathing in your ear, feel her body against you. Tara's never been this... excited, this <i>frantic</i> to take you before, whenever she's topped with a toy she's always preferred to take it slow, making a bit of an elaborate show out of getting you worked up, of fastening the strapon on, of easing into you. But now she's just taking you, <i>fucking</i> you, like some wild beast has awakened in her at the sound of your tale. And then amidst her soft moans, she nips at your ear and lets out a low, hoarse, "Woof."\n\nYou feel a surge of excitement and pleasure race through you, your pussy squeezing hard around the plunging rubber cock pumping into your cunt. Apparently noticing your reaction, Tara continues to growl and yip and make other dog noises in your ear, gradually growing more and more realistic with them as she apparently loses herself in the role of being a beast in rut, as you cum over and over again. You can feel Tara shuddering above you several times as she gets off as well (the toy is designed to be fun for her too, after all), until finally she slumps atop you, panting softly, though the sound is gradually becoming less 'mock dog' and more her normal breathing.\n\n<hr>\n[[Calm down and talk about this.|GGDog16x4]]\n\n[[Beg for more.|GGDog]]\n\n[[Switch places.|GGDog]]

Once Tara's breathing has calmed and she's slipped the toy out of you, you turn around, giving her a slightly rueful grin. "So, um... we probably need to talk about this, huh?"\n\nHer face red, Tara simply gives you a silent nod. Once the two of you have cleaned up, she ships at one of the craft beers from the minifridge, apparently feeling this talk necessitated something a bit stronger than wine. "So. I don't know what came over me, just... that talk of you feeling like you weren't thinking about anything other than cumming, like you were an animal doing nothing but being pleasured, I guess it... hit a button inside of me. Any other thoughts I had about what you told me, they... well." She takes a long pull from the bottle, then says, "They just sort of went away. All I was thinking was that I wanted to fuck you. Not make love to you, not have sex with you, I needed to <i>fuck</i> you."\n\n"You definitely did that," you note a bit wryly, smiling at her as you sip your own beer. "Tara, it's fine," you add at her slightly worried look. "I definitely didn't mind it."\n\n"I don't know what I'm feeling right now," she admits. "I'm trying to process everything you told me, and my reaction to it, and it's just... I barely know where to start. ... What do you think, honey?" she says softly, looking at you. "I mean... where should we even begin?"\n\n<hr>\n[[Just continue talking it out.|GGDog]]\n\n[[Explore her dominant side.|GGDog16x5]]\n\n[[Explore more wild desires.|GGDog]]

"I think..." You say slowly. "And I'm not saying this lightly, hon... I think there might be part of you that's always wanted to make me your bitch."\n\nTara stares at you, then swallows. "I..." She trails off, going silent, then nodding slowly. "... Maybe you're right. It's not like I'm any shy, wilting flower, but I've always striven for us to be equals in every way. But maybe... ... maybe when you told me about those dogs turning you into a mindless, whimpering bitch..." And there's a flash in her eyes as she says it, her gaze growing more intense in a way that makes you shiver and your pussy do a little clench. "... Maybe I wanted to be able to do the same. Maybe I wanted to make you nothing but an animal obeying your lust for me."\n\nYou flick your tongue over your lips, tasting the lingering traces of coffee and molasses from the beer. "... I definitely was. So... maybe... that's something we should toy with. ... Frankly no maybes about it," you amend a second later. "I... want you to dominate me, Tara. I want you to make me your bitch again and again."\n\nShe just stares at you for long moments... then gives you a smile you can only describe as wolfish. "... Fine then. That's what we'll do. From now on, Cyan, my wife, my love, we'll add... 'my pet' to that list." She sets down her bottle and leans forward, hands sliding along your thighs as she kisses you, tongue sliding into your mouth boldly, almost commandingly, clearly more interested in claiming you rather than just kissing you. You moan softly into her mouth... then blink as she abruptly draws back, her face having gone a bit clouded again.\n\n"What? What is it?"\n\n"I just... thought of something. I..." She pauses, then picks up her bottle and takes a pull from it again before she continues. "I know there are a lot of ways we can continue this, but there's an... opportunity. One that's a bit more life-changing than the rest. I'm not saying we should go right to that, it's more about... ... you've been so honest telling me about this, and this is something I've kind of hidden from you for my own reasons."\n\nYou blink. "Hidden from me? What is it?"\n\n"You remember how I told you how things went really badly with my grandfather when I came out?" At your slow nod, Tara sighs and continues. "Well what I never told you is that he left me practically everything he had when he died. Most of his assets were sold off and liquidated and the money went into a trust for me. I've never touched it because it felt like such a... such a copout way of him dealing with the rift, you know? I didn't want anything of his, I wanted to keep living the life we'd made together by then. So I didn't tell you. And I'm sorry."\n\n"That's... a pretty big one. But I understand. But why are you saying it now?" you add, frowning a little.\n\n"Because I realize now that there's an option open to us with what we're doing that... well. Basically, instead of it being a bit of bedroom play, we could make a whole lifestyle change. We quit our jobs, move somewhere nice and private, and we live the master-slave, owner-pet, whatever lifestyle twenty-four seven." She shrugs a little as you stare at her, sipping her beer. "Look I wouldn't even bring it up like this, except that... ... acting impulsively, taking what I wanted in the heat of the moment, it felt... so good. I'm definitely not going to do it this time if we're not both in total agreement, but... I have to admit the desire is there. To just change our lives on a whim, devote everything to this new passion we've discovered." She rolls her shoulders a bit. "It's up to you, though."\n\n<hr>\n[[Better to start small.|GGDog]]\n\n[[Jump in with both feet.|GGDog]]

"Hey, c'mon, let's take the north road, I wanna get done with this," you say, pointing at the turnoff. \n\n"Er, Cyan, didn't you hear what I said? There are bandits, and-"\n\n"Yeah I know, but we're both trained fighters, right? There's two of us and we're not on foot besides, I'm sure they'd rather wait for someone easier to hassle than us." Besides, you've been in a fantasy world all <i>day</i> and the closest thing you've had to excitement is looking at some adventurers from across a room and breaking a coin in half. At least if you saw some bandits it would be interesting.\n\n"Well, alright," Jakson says, not seeming nearly as enthused as you are at this prospect, but nevertheless turning the horse and sending it down the more imposing path through the leafless, dark trees.\n\nSoon enough you get your wish, though you're not entirely sure it's exactly what you wanted, since a bit later the wagon has been pulled to a halt and a lot of longspears are being pointed at you. Admittedly, it is exciting, but you could do without the sharp pointy things aimed in your direction. The bandits are pretty much all men it looks like, most scraggly and a bit on the scrawny side, dressed in ragged, dark clothing. But soon after they've forced you to a halt with their spears, two more figures step out into the road in front of your cart. Both are tall with thick, unruly black hair, the man's in a short ponytail, the woman's in a much longer and thicker one. Both have shockingly red eyes, the man wearing a snug, sleeveless leather shirt and metal bracers, as well as loose pants and armored shin and footguards over ninja tabi, and the woman's wearing a garishly red cape along with a tight, low-scooped black leather halter top and black leather... well, hotpants, for lack of a better word, along with thigh-high boots.\n\n"What a lucky day for you children," the woman says in a smug tone, dark-painted lips curling. "You haven't been set upon by just any bandits, but the illustrious twins Harbinger and Omen. Since we've honored you, it would be a shame to then turn right around and kill you, so if you'd be so kind, surrender immediately and don't put up any fuss."\n\n"... Cyan, what do we do?" Jakson whispers, eyes flitting towards you briefly.\n\n<hr>\n[[Fight.|GGMonk4x2]]\n\n[[Surrender.|GGMonk]]\n\n[[Bargain.|GGMonk]]\n\n[[Defect.|GGMonk6x1]]

May as well, you think with a shrug, walking up to the front door and turning the knob. There's a bit of resistance and at first you think it must be locked, but if it is then the rust is providing more protection than the lock itself and there's a small cracking sound, and the door loosens a bit in its frame. '... Huh,' you think, pushing it open and stepping inside. 'Guess we didn't need to split up after all.' But, you already are, and hey you'll have first dibs on being able to get some pictures and info on the house!\n\nThe entryway of the house is large and open, devoid of anything really like furniture or decoration... you suppose those would have been the easiest things to take, either by the departing owners or the "visitors" that came after. There are a number of large spiderwebs that have collected copious amounts of dust and been wound over multiple times, turning them into thick gauzy drapes not unlike the cheap fabric bought to decorate houses at Halloween. Though it's a bit dusty elsewhere, you can't quite escape the thought that it's not quite as dusty as it should be for how long it should have been left alone.\n\n'Well it's not like snow, Wilma, it doesn't just pile up forever,' you assure yourself as a bit of an anchor. ... You're pretty sure it doesn't, anyway. Dust Accumulation Metrics wasn't a course at your college. ... Actually come to think of it, it might have been, you just didn't take it. You're getting a bit off-track, but that was kind of the point, you wanted to distract yourself from how creepy this place is.\n\n'Creepy and... big,' you think, frowning a little as you step further inside, shining your light around further. The entry area is positively cavernous. You didn't think the house was quite this big from the outside. 'Maybe it's just how dark it is,' you assure yourself, turning your light on the stairs heading up to the upper level.\n\nAnyway, you're here in the house now, what's first on the agenda?\n\n<hr>\n[[Take some scientific readings.|WilmaHaunt]]\n\n[[Try to make spiritual contact.|WilmaHaunt]]\n\n[[Look around downstairs.|WilmaHaunt]]\n\n[[Look around upstairs.|WilmaHaunt]]\n\n[[Look in the basement.|WilmaHaunt]]\n\n[[Take some sexy selfies.|WilmaHaunt]]

"Burn them!" you call, yanking a Gobberlin off of your arm, the motion hampered by another one clinging to the arm you're doing with the yanking. "Drop a fireball right on top of us! You said you can do it without hurting us, so do it!"\n\n"But-!" Aerienne calls, then her eyes widen as Yuli gives a yelp and starts to topple, the smaller woman obviously having a tougher time holding out against the swarm. Nodding once quickly, she raises her hands and says a short chant, before thrusting her hands forward just as several Gobberlins leap through the air towards her. The orb of flame that instantly flies from between her hands and forward while expanding rapidly incinerates them completely, the flickering ball of fire describing an arc not unlike an overfull water balloon as it drops down directly between you and Yuli, then explodes outwards, completely covering the tunnel in flames. Gobberlins barely have time to shirek as they quickly char and burn to ash, several collapsing into little blackened skeletons before even those are wiped away.\n\nThe fire washes over you, and you can feel the intense heat of it... but rather than the pain of being burned, instead what you feel is an equally severe pleasure. Your whole body is practically consumed with it, leaving you staggering and gasping, actually sucking in some of the fire which just feels like thick vapor to you. That sends it spreading through your insides, and instantly you can feel your nipples turning diamond-hard, your pussy growing plumper and wetter than it's ever been before, practically swamping your tight leather pants, your hips bucking and twitching as you practically orgasm in place. A completely overwhelming <i>need</i> like you've never even known slams through your brain... not to fuck, but to breed. You want to be bred, you want to be mated, you want a big fat cock filling your womb up with gallons of potent spunk until you're ready to have a veritable litter.\n\nAs the flames flicker out, you're left standing there trembling. You can see Yuli looking somewhat glassy-eyed, standing there with her mouth opening and closing slightly and silently, her nipples trying to drill holes in her top. You look over at Aerienne, starting to ask her what's going on, but the words catch in your throat and turn into a strangled sound at what you see.\n\n"Oh... oh no, oh no," Aerienne groans, biting her lip and trying to put a hand over her crotch. But there's not all that much she can do to hide the extremely large tent in her pretty white robes. It's quite obviously a cock, one of an equally impressive size to her large tits, and even her jostling her hand against it in a vain attempt to hide it causes the white cloth pressing around the tip to darken with wetness. "Ohhh, not this again... I-I'm sorry, both of you, please, we... we have to keep our heads!"\n\n<hr>\n[[Right. Keep your head!|GGMonk10x2]]\n\n[[Right. Present like a bitch in heat!|GGMonkLS1x1]]

"We can take 'em," you whisper to Jakson, starting to grin.\n\n"W-what?" he almost squeaks.\n\n"It's a bunch of untrained idiots with long weapons. We jump over them and into the crowd, they can't use the spears, we just take them all out. The leaders might give us a little trouble, but I bet they'll run off when they see the rest of their posse beaten."\n\n"I don't know about this, Cyan," he hedges, though you can tell from the way he's looking at the bandits that he's considering it and probably finding it a solid plan. \n\n"Let's just do it! On three! One, two, <b>three</b>!" you shout, standing and then leaping over the points of the spears, Jakson doing the same in a slightly different direction, the bandits looking on in shock as you land amidst them and start throwing punches.\n\nThe first part of your plan goes almost flawlessly. As you expected, the bandits can't really bring their spears to bear on you without risking stabbing their own people, and you're basically free to punch them to the ground with impunity as they stagger around, or drop their spears and make panicked grabs for their belt knives, Jakson having much the same success from the sounds of the overdramatic "KIYAH!" yells nearby. This is actually kind of awesome! You're beating up a whole crowd of bandits, maybe you'll get a reward or a medal or something!\n\nUnfortunately that's where the plan falls apart as more... in fact, many many more... bandits start rushing from the woods, many of these armed with short clubs, brass knuckles, and daggers. You're still doing alright at first, able to knock them down before they get a chance to swing, but soon there are so many of them, and some of the ones you knocked down earlier have started to get up, that you begin to take hits, clubs impacting on your back or brass hitting your jaw. You're tough, and you can tell it's not hurting you too bad, even when some of them get through and slash with the knives, cutting at your clothes and leaving shallow, stinging cuts on your skin. Really you don't quite realize how bad it is until you hear the female bandit leader call "TAKE THEM ALIVE!" The realization that she's confident enough to try for that makes you hesitate for the briefest instant, and in that instant you're dogpiled, born to the ground by a pile of bodies all still punching, grabbing, and yanking at you. By the time you've been pinned to the ground, your cheek in the dirt and your ass in the air, your clothes have been reduced to so many tatters, your bruised and cut body on full display. You grunt and shove against the hands and feet holding you in position, but can't do much more than turn your head enough to see Jakson in front of you about five feet away, in an almost identical position.\n\n"Whew. What a pair of spitfires. Or at least one spitfire and one loyal little boy," the woman announces as she strolls to stand almost between the two of you, smirking back and forth. "What a foolish thing to do. And now you're going to pay the price... to my men first, obviously, since you put them through pain and suffering. Don't worry, though... we picked something up at a black market awhile back that should have you pacified in no time."\n\nYou jerk your head a bit at motion to the sides, noticing that several of the bandits in your view have their pants open, stiff pricks out as they smear them with something honey-colored from black vials. Then your eyes widen as you feel a pair of hands gripping your ass. It's all you can do to turn your head back to Jakson and look at him pleadingly to do something, and see his helpless frustration, anger, and fear as you can feel a bandit's goo-smeared cock sliding into your pussy. You give a cry of protest that turns into a surprised gasp as almost instantly a tingling heat suffuses your sex, spreading out from his cock and getting more intense the deeper he slides into you. Against your will your pussy rapidly moistens and heats, even starting to cling around the invading member as he starts pumping artlessly into you, grubby hands grabbing at your waist and dirty hips slapping against your toned ass.\n\nYou grit your teeth, trying to fight against the steadily increasing pleasure in your pussy and the sensation of that heat and desire spreading through your whole body. When there's an extra hot rush deep inside you, you're half horrified knowing that some strange criminal has just cum inside you, but half relieved that it's over... only for another aphrodisiac-smeared prick to push into you and start pumping just as fast and hard. Even as lust starts fogging your brain and you begin to moan and gasp like a whore for the strange pricks fucking you, part of you remains aware enough to track the look of despair on Jakson's face as he watches you submit to the train-fucking of the filthy bandits that defeated you.\n\nOf course his expression turns back to shock and outrage as one of the bandits pushes a drug-gelled prick into his ass. Jakson's eyes go wide, his mouth open in an O of mingled outrage and disgust as the bandit starts raping him... and then gradually his face flushes, his eyes rolling and cock hardening as he's pounded from behind. By the time you're having your sixth orgasm, Jakson is having his first, his tongue lolling out as he submits to the pleasure and spurts his load all over the forest floor, even as the third or fourth one is being pumped into his ass. \n\n"We needed some new camp followers anyway, the last ones had gotten all used up," the female bandit leader announces smugly as she steps forward and places her booted foot against the side of your head, grinding your face into the dirt a bit more as you cum again.\n\n"Make sure to knock the bitch up, boys, gotta make more bandits somehow," the male leader says with a chuckle. "And may as well try your hardest to do the same to the boy-bitch too... effort is rewarded even if it's fruitless!"\n\nDazed by lust, you consider the number of bandits in the area... there have to be at least a hundred of them. And you somehow imagine that all of them are going to fuck you at least once... yeah, you're definitely getting knocked up today.\n\nNot the excitement you had planned, even if the thought does make you climax again in your current state.\n\n<hr>\n[[Game Over.|GGMonk4xEnd]]

"So wait," you say as the two of you exit the plane, pausing to stare as it shimmers and then turns into a small hill surrounded with trash trees. ... Cool hologram, you've gotta admit. Hurrying to catch up with your mother as she gets into the back seat of the SUV, you settle in beside her before asking. "How exactly are you going to just... walk in, and distract the guards?"\n\nYour mother hesitates for a moment, then raises an eyebrow. "Well, dear, I'm going to be posing as Mulbrand's regularly-ordered prostitute."\n\nYou open and close your mouth a few times silently, then swallow. "Ah... and then knock him out with a tranq dart once you get there, right?" You stare a bit more as she just sort of glances up and off to the side. "... And use a tranq dart, right?"\n\n"... Dear it's really best for this particular mission that he thinks as little strange happened as possible," she says, clearing her throat. "So letting him think he exhausted himself in other ways is, ah... preferable."\n\n"... Oh."\n\n"It's simply the reality of the job that these things are necessary sometimes," your mother says gently, resting a hand on your head. "Please try not to take it too hard, dear."\n\n<hr>\n[[... Yeah, fine, whatever.|GGSpy]]\n\n[[Well, if you say so.|GGSpy]]\n\n[[This is on-the-job experience too, right?|GGSpy]]

Your father is being transferred to another office, and there's simply no way to commute. You argue, complain, you actually even throw a tantrum at one point but absolutely nothing you say does any good. Eventually he points out that if he does stay, he'd have to quit his current job and take one that pays much less, which means you'd have to start cutting back on your clothes budget. While you're pretty sure he's lying because what parent can't afford to provide all the designer jeans their child needs, eventually you just have to sulkingly accept that it's going to happen.\n\nYour father does at least have the choice of three different offices he could be transferred too, so he's asked your opinion.\n\n<b>[[The United Kingdom|AsparethStart]]</b>: Okay, well, he's actually being transferred to a specific place there, but you weren't really paying that much attention when he said. Not that it really matters because apparently if your family moves there you're being sent to boarding school... the Layton Aspareth School of Traditional Studies. The shopping list looks pretty weird... who needs robes and a cauldron for school? But you have to admit, boarding school could be useful... your parents would just send you money without being around to cramp your style or comment on your behavior, which frankly you've always seen as the ideal anyway.\n\n<b>[[Hill Heights|MeanHHStart]]</b>: Hill Heights is a normal little town a few states away. It's pretty much just like Deviville, but probably more boring. At least there you'd be in a largely familiar environment... you might have to rebuild your control over the freshmen populace from scratch and in only half a year, but at least you know how to do it, you'd just need to <i>do</i> it.\n\n<b>[[Fuzoku Prefecture|MeanJPStart]]</b>: Way out of your comfort zone, and yet at the same time your father's said that he'd be getting paid vastly more and you'd be seeing a related vast raise in your allowance. You'd be attending Meinubureku Gakuen, a prestigious private boarding school where you'd apparently also be living in luxury. Plus you hear bullying and persecuting other students is practically the national high school sport over there, you'd fit right in!

You send several tentacles hurtling towards Cammy, too fast for her to dodge or block, wrapping them around her wrists and ankles, and then yanking her hard towards you, stopping her abruptly in front of yourself to further disorient her and keep her off balance as you hold her spread-eagled off the ground. Of course that's all the time it takes for you to pull aside the crotch of her one-piece, baring her pussy and pucker as you bring up a pair of wriggling, fat tentacles towards them. "Hey! What are you doing?!" the blonde demands in that cute British accent, only to let out a long cry as you demonstrate exactly what you're doing, stuffing both tentacles into her vulnerable holes. "Nnnnh! Y-you monster!" the fighter cries, her teeth gritting and cheeks flushing as the aphrodisiac effect of your tentacles takes hold, both of them wriggling and squirming as they stuff themselves into her over and over again, sending splatters of black ooze out from around her tight holes every time they thrust.\n\nSmirking, you use more tentacles to force her into a kneeling position on the floor in front of you, leaving her twisting and jerking as she glares up at you. "Oh, don't worry, that's just a bit of a warmup. Really I've got my sights set on a pair of holes of yours that are much, <i>much</i> tighter!" you coo in Tenta-Z's carefully cultivated ASMR voice. You bring in another pair of tentacles, briefly brushing them across her cheeks before moving them into position at the sides of her head.\n\n"W-what?! You can't mean-!" Cammy's eyes widen as she realizes what you intend, barely able to give a cry of "No, don't!" before you thrust the tentacles forward and she cries out as they penetrate her ears. Her eyes roll some and her body starts twitching as you wriggle them in deeper and deeper, giving them wiggling thrusts much like the ones violating her pussy and ass. Her body twitches and bucks with every thrust, making her latex-clad tits bounce as she reacts thoughtlessly to having her cranium violated.\n\nYou let out another coo as you feel the tips of your tentacles start brushing over her brain. You let the tips gently caress that deep, most private part of her as she shudders and mewls, stepping forward and putting a hand atop her beret-clad head. Then a gooey black cock springs forth from under the hem of your sweater, only to partially disappear again as you thrust it into Cammy's open mouth, starting to fuck her throat even as your tentacles begin pumping and thrusting again, fucking her pussy, her ass, and her head.\n\n"Oooo, it's pretty amazing, just what parts of your mind I can touch that make you go wild licking and sucking me, cutie!" you chirp as you fuck Cammy's face, her eyes completely rolled up in her head as your tentacles thrust and pump into her ears, your cock bulging up her throat obscenely as you fuck her face. "Even Bison's brainwashing never got this deep, did it? I'm actually fucking your cute little brain, and you can't help but cum over and over and over again even as I do, can you?"\n\nIndeed, her pussy is gushing around your thrusting tentacle like a faucet, her ass clenching around the other like it's trying to squeeze it off. You can still hear some faint resistance in her muffled squeals and moans around your cock, but it's becoming more frantic and even less coherent the faster you pump your tentacles into her ears and send them writhing across her brain. Finally you let out a happy squeal and thrust forward, buring your cock in her throat and thrusting your tentacles deep into her lower holes, her flat, toned belly already starting to swell beneath the layer of latex covering it. Cammy gives one last, pleading "MMMNNN!" before your tentacles in her ears thrust forward as well, their tips throbbing and starting to spurt aphrodisiac cum all over her brain, literally marinating it in orgasmic jizz.\n\nHer eyes roll up in her head, her body twitching as even then they steadily go blank as she's literally brainwashed with monster cum. Some white starts dribbling out of her ears and nose as her head is filled to overflowing with the stuff. You suddenly pull out of all her holes at once and take a step back, leaving her to wobble in place before toppling over and laying with legs spread, showing off her gaping pussy and ass as they spurt thick splashes of cum, her jaw slack and tongue lolled out as more cum continues to dribble out of her ears, body twitching in constant, intense, literally mindless orgasms.\n\nMindfuck indeed~!\n\n<hr>\n[[New round!|GG-FF-TZ-Cammy-NewRound]]\n\n[[Finish her!|GG-FF-TZ-Cammy-Finish]]

"Psh, are you kidding? I used to use these things for toys," you scoff, trying to be obvious about not even looking at the device as you trust your skilled fingers to do the work for you. "I mean, I haven't even bothered with one in-"\n\nThere's a flash of light from below and a stinging sensation in your fingers before they go numb and cold. Blinking, you look down at them, then stare in shock as smooth grey color continues sweeping up from them and along your hands, rapidly moving up your arms. You try to move them but can't. You're turning to stone.\n\n"Hey, whoa, little help here?!" you yelp to the party, staggering backwards and to your feet, then jerking to a halt as the stone spreads across your torso and down your hips. The woman in the cloak scrambles through her bag, then lifts her face and gives you a sheepish look of apology. It's the last thing you see as the cold of the stone pass up and over your head.\n\nThen you stagger as you can suddenly move again. You look around, disoriented even more than when you first popped into this world, and for much the same reasons... your surroundings shifted without warning, this time to a large, open room full of ivory columns, with several beautiful women in togas looking at you expectantly. You do a quick patdown of your body, finding no stone, and look up at your saviors(?). "Uh. Thanks."\n\n"Your thanks are gratifying, but unnecessary," the one that's slightly ahead of the other two says, raising a dark brown hand. Her hair is thick and curly, standing up a bit on top but mostly falling down her back. "First of all, it is fitting that you know that before we found you, we believe you spent some fifty years as a statue in a tavern."\n\n"Uh... wow." You blink. Fifty years, literally gone in between heartbeats. You're not sure what that even means for you, considering this isn't your world or time anyway, but it's a lot to take in all the same.\n\n"Second, this is the Church of Living Worship. We believe that all life is holy... which is why everything in this temple was once a living being, so that we may constantly be surrounded by what is worshipful," she continues, gesturing to the room. "These columns, carved from petrified giants. The floor tiles, petrified and reshaped monsters that threatened the town. The water in that fountain," she continues, gesturing to a nearby bubbling waterfall fountain built into a wall. "One of our initiates during her schooling phase."\n\n"... Interesting?" That or creepy. You realize you'd think it was cool as heck in a game you were sitting outside of, but at the moment you're getting a distinctly freaky vibe off of this whole matter. You do a casual look around, checking for exits.\n\n"Your purchase as a statue and the fact that we spent magic to revive you would technically make you the property of the Church," the priestess continues, putting her hands together as you visibly bristle. "However, we have no desire to enslave humans or any other peaceful species against their will. But the nature of our magic means that there is a debt upon you that you must repay to us... if you do not, you will be risking grave misfortune that is out of our hands."\n\n"Well. I think I've got a little money, if someone didn't chip it off of me and unpetrify it first," you answer, glancing down at your belt. "But I'm guessing what you did cost a lot more than that?"\n\n"It is an expensive spell. Had it been but a few moments it would have cost relatively little, but after so many years it required extensive ritual and components to free you of such a malicious curse. It will surely be the work of years for you to repay it, whatever method you choose."\n\nYou rub your face with both hands, sighing. This is a hell of a quest hook. "And I could theoretically choose to [[walk out of here|GGRogueplaceholder]], I'd just wind up horribly cursed, right?"\n\n"Correct."\n\nYou shrug. "Well, what are my options for repayment?"\n\n"Why there are many! There are many things about our temple that we need, and our faith makes acquiring them difficult at times. You could [[become a statue again|GGRogueplaceholder]], though obviously posed in a more aesthetically pleasing fashion... our spell is effortless to apply and remove, so you would of course incur no additional debt. We require certain pieces of [[furniture|GGRogueplaceholder]], some of us need new articles of [[clothing|GGRogueplaceholder]], or various other [[necessary items|GGRogueplaceholder]]. I believe we are also in need of a new [[temple guardian|GGRogueplaceholder]]. Or you could always [[join our order|GGRogueplaceholder]]. Personally, I would recommend such an option... while you repaid us by serving both as you are and in various forms, you would also be taught many of our magic spells. Anyone of our order who attains the rank of full Priestess is allowed to pursue their own path of worship, and is given a generous sum in celebration. You could return to adventuring with greater power and wealth than you would have otherwise, certainly."

Grinning, you stand up as well, looking down at her eyes. "So, is that why you asked me to come stay with you?"\n\n"N-no! Well, I mean..." She glances away, still blushing brightly. "Maybe hoped, a little bit, but I wasn't planning to put the moves on you or anything! I mean, don't be weirded out, or anything, because it's not like I wanted to perv on you, or something like that, I really just wanted you to-"\n\nYou place a hand on her cheek and turn her head back towards you, leaning in to press your lips to hers. She actually <i>squeaks</i>, her eyes going wide, then closing happily as she kisses back. You can feel her practically vibrating just from your hands resting on her cheeks, probably wanting to jump on you and squeeze your stuffing out. You trail off the kiss with just the very faintest suck on her lower lip, then murmur, "It's okay, Mols, I like you too."\n\n"Sam," she whispers in a somewhat cracking voice, her eyes shimmering, smile just a bit watery. Gosh she's cute. You dip back in for another kiss, and she squeaks again. If she keeps doing that, she's in very big danger of just getting eaten right up. You nibble her lip just a litte and hear her give a soft moan... nope, she's definitely getting eaten up.\n\nYou move to kiss her ear before whispering in it, "You wanna go to bed?"\n\n"Uh-huh!" she replies, again almost vibrating against you in eagerness.\n\nYou reach down to take her hand and start to turn back towards the bed, then pause and look down at her black-clad body. "Um. Think maybe you can ask your friend to make itself scarce, first?"\n\n"Huh? Oh, right." Molly giggles, then the black just peels back and away from her front, in only a few seconds leaving her standing there naked. You immediately tug on her and push her back onto her own bed, thumping down on top of her. 'Softly,' you think as you start kissing the shorter girl again, unable to help grinning. 'When we fall on each other we need to do it quietly, people have work in the morning.' Suppressing a snicker, you focus on the matter at hand.\n\nYou settle a bit more atop her, delivering a few more soft, lingering kisses to her lips, letting each one get a bit deeper... you may have only kissed a few other girls, but you do like to think you're pretty good at it. To judge by the little squeaks and the fact that she's practically writhing underneath you, you'd have to say Molly agrees. Moving down now, you kiss along her chin and jaw, then her throat, grinning almost wickedly as she gives a soft whimper. Unable to resist the urge, you skip right to one of her puffy, fat nipples and wrap your lips around it, sucking and rolling your tongue as she claps a hand over her mouth to muffle herself. You slide a hand down her belly, feeling her muscles tremble under your touch, and then down between her legs, gently stroking along her extremely wet, warm folds, not daring to do much more as she squirms and whimpers, obviously barely suppressing her desire to cry out loudly. \n\nOnce you're fairly certain you've gotten her off several times just with sucking her nipples and toying with her outer lips and clit, you draw back some, suppressing your own yelp and then giggles as she all but pounces you over onto your back instead. Her motions are far more energetic, fitting with her personality and the obvious tizzy you've worked her into, her mouth going to the side of your neck to suck and lick hard, her hands roaming up and down your body. She's not being rough but she is eager, obviously wanting to touch as much of you as she can, her hands stroking over your breasts. You mmm softly and close your eyes, leaning your head back against the pillow at the feel of her fingers tracing at your nipples... then you give a soft 'mmf?' as a ticklish, but fairly pleasurable sensation is added to that. You open your eyes and lift your head, blinking as you realize that her fingers are once more coated in glossy black, some of which has extended out in tendrils that are also brushing and stroking against your stiff nipples and pebbled areola. "Uh... Mols..."\n\n"What? Did I pinch too ha-" Molly asks, glancing down... then blushing incandescently. "Oh. Um... sometimes when I get excited it's a little harder to keep it tamped down, and I forgot I needed to try and... w-well... Sam, is it okay? I mean... if I'm honest, it's not just me that likes you... my, um, friend likes you too, and it's not like we're ever really apart so... is it okay if I, y'know...?"\n\n<hr>\n[[Well, okay.|FemPalladium3x7]]\n\n[[Nope, too weird.|FemPalladium]]

"... Hi," you reply, too stunned for anything else at the moment.\n\n"I do apologize, I wasn't really prepared for visitors. Sort of the point of hiding oneself away like this, after all." The ratman grabs the armrests of the chair and does a few hops to nudge it back, then hops down from the chair and circles around the desk. He seems like he barely comes up over your waist, though his nocked and notched ears add some to his height. You notice that he seems to be missing part of his tail too, since it ends abruptly after a few feet instead of tapering to a point. "Still, I've no wish to offer hostility, assuming you mean the same."\n\n"Uh. No. I mean, no, I'm not hostile or anything," you answer, shaking your head, wondering if he'll disappear when you do. Nope, still a three foot upright rat in a purple robe talking to you. "You're a... I mean, you're...?"\n\n"Hm, yes, seen that dreadful picture, have you?" The ratman slips one thin, bulging-jointed hand into the pocket of his robe and comes up with a pipe. It's exactly like what you'd expect to see in a Sherlock Holmes movie. He seems to be trying very hard to cultivate an air of refinement, you realize, as he goes about stuffing and lighting the pipe with crisp, efficient movements. Since the movie portrayed the demon rats as slavering, near-mindless creatures of hate and malice, you suppose you can't blame him for trying to distance himself.\n\nOnce he's puffed out a few small clouds of smoke, he admits, "Not entirely inaccurate, even if poorly rendered in rubber. Most of my kin are not exactly sociable with other races. I have somewhat higher desires for my lot in life, however... I enjoy reading, and talking, and above all thinking. Not acceptable traits in my society, alas, so I live a bit apart, up here, and hide my presence from them. You're lucky you found me, my dear, rather than going all the way down to the root cellar... there are always a few of my kin lurking about in the shadows down there, hoping to catch a delectable morsel such as yourself come exploring."\n\nYou nod numbly, before a sudden shock of terror runs through you. "Oh God, my friend Leslie! She was going further down!"\n\nA grim expression steals across his rodent face. "Then I'm afraid they most likely already have her... and they'll be coming for you next. Likely all riled up and eager for blood. Your only chance, I'm afraid, is to hide here with me for a time. If you have any friends up in the house above, they'll likely be safe, the beasts never roam far from the kitchen... unless your presence gives them cause to."\n\n"But... but Leslie-"\n\n"-will not be saved by you running off and doing anything stupid," the ratman cuts in, voice stern. "It might possibly be that something could be done for her later, if she is still alive, but right now you must be <i>smart</i> and stay with me."\n\n<hr>\n[[Hurry to Leslie.|GGHHPlaceholder]]\n\n[[Stay with the ratman.|GGHH5x5]]

"A-alright... I'll stay with you," you allow after several agonizing seconds, guilt almost crushing you as you say the words. "But you promise that we'll do what we can for her?"\n\n"I promise that we shall do whatever <i>can</i> be done. But for now, hurry child," he answers grimly, tucking the stem of the pipe between his sharp teeth and setting off at a quick clip down the tunnel.\n\nThe two of you quickly set to work pulling the boards back into place, the ratman giving you a few instructions on which board goes where and how to set them. You think you hear skittering noises coming up the stairs as you set the last board in place and stumble back. The ratman tosses a handful of dust from his robe pocket at the replaced wall, then reaches down and turns out your camp lantern.\n\nYour heart hammers in the darkness as you hear scuttling outside, the boards creaking softly under the light weight of several beings. You can hear them sniffing the air heavily, and a strange snarl that doesn't sound like any animal you've heard before. You hold your breath, hoping they can't hear your heartbeat as they squeak softly to each other, the sounds just barely making words you can understand.\n\n"Human. Girl. Here, here."\n\n"Here. Not further. ... Back up?"\n\n"Back up," another, deeper voice answers, a stair giving a louder creak as the speaker apparently shifts a bit.\n\n"Up?"\n\nYou clench your teeth, feverishly wondering what you'll do if they say they'll go upstairs and after the boys. Images of crashing through the boards and epically fighting off the monsters in hand-to-hand flash through your mind... as do what you can imagine are vastly more realistic images of them tearing you to bloody pieces. Still, to just let them go up...\n\n"Down," the deeper voice says, heaving an annoyed gust of breath that you can't help but echo in relief. "Back down. Up not worth risk. Got girl already."\n\nThat makes you wince, and the relief you feel at hearing the demon rats go skittering back down the stairs to resume doing who-knows-what to Leslie renews your guilt. By the time light flickers and returns to the tunnel, you're leaning against the wall shaking.\n\n"There there, my dear," the spectacled ratman says, his voice at least sounding sincere. He picks up the camp lantern with one hand, palming his pipe with the other. "I know that must have been quite a harrowing experience, but come with me. A bit of tea will soon have you feeling... well, a bit better."\n\nSoon you're sitting in an overstuffed chair, watching him use a metal kettle and a bunsen burner to make hot water, going through the motions of making tea with a practiced nonchalance that looks really weird on a three foot rat with horns. As he's pouring two cups of the brew, he says, "We have neglected to introduce ourselves in all the excitement, I'm afraid."\n\n"Oh. Right. Um, my name's Cyan."\n\n"A lovely color, and a lovely young lady as well," the ratman says gallantly as he hands you one of the cups. "My people are not quite so minded of the lovely things in this world, nor of brevity, though with the number of us that is perhaps is inevitable. I am Titiriritititu Tiritirutitutitarito Ton Tiritiririritiritishiritirititiru. You may make whatever out of that that you will, I promise not to take offense."\n\nYou look blankly at him, torn between laughing and just saying 'what?' and not feeling that either is really appropriate. Instead, you tilt your head to the side a bit, and offer cautiously, "... Tiri?"\n\n"Hm, certainly not a bad choice out of the handful of logical ones. Tiri it is." He turns his chair around to face you, then hops up into it before pulling over his teacup. "Now, my dear, I'm afraid that you will have to stay here several days at least."\n\nThat almost makes you choke on the sip of tea you were taking. "Days?!"\n\n"Alas, I'm afraid it's so. Though the other demon rats won't go up into the house willy-nilly, after they catch a human one often lingers in listening range of the stairway up for several days. One step out of the tunnel, and they'd not only have you, but me. So you see, it is best for both of us that you enjoy my company until the coast is clear," Tiri concludes.\n\nYou sigh and nod. "Alright, I understand."\n\n"Excellent. I promise to do my best not to be a bore. Or a boor, for that matter."\n\n"But what about Leslie? Isn't there anything you could do for her now?"\n\n"Mm, yes, your friend." Tiri sets aside his teacup, stroking the tuft of fur that grows down from his chin. "I suppose there are several options for seeking out her freedom... though you're not like to enjoy any of them."\n\n"It's not about enjoying it!" you snap, then drop your head, shamefaced. You add in a whisper, "It's my fault. I teased her to come down even though I knew she was scared, and I just let her go off without me when I noticed your tunnel. Whatever she's suffering, it's my fault."\n\n"... There there now, child, you couldn't have known," the demon rat says in a gentle tone. "But if that's the way you feel about it, I have several methods by which you could [[try and rescue her yourself|GGHH5x6]]. But when I say that you won't like them, I simply mean that they are hard, some with consequences that cannot be undone, and none are guaranteed success."\n\n"Thank you." You raise your head and smile a bit. "And, not that I'm ungrateful or expecting it of you, but... is there anything you could do more directly...?"\n\nTiri sighs a bit, waving a hand. "Well, I suppose if you were truly desirous of atoning for your supposed guilt, I could [[trade you for your friend|GGHHPlaceholder]]... you've the large breasts and round hips that would make you quite the prize, pardon my saying so." He hesitates, then continues a bit more slowly, "There are other things I could trade instead, certain favors I could call in as well. But I could not possibly do so without asking something in return, you understand, the price to me would simply be too high, as much as I'd like to help you."\n\n"I'll pay it!" you blurt. "My parents aren't super rich, but I can get you plenty of money, and Leslie's folks-"\n\n"-cannot give me what I need," Tiri cuts in simply. "The thought is appreciated dear, but while I could no doubt depend on you for such a thing, what you have that I need is a strong young back and limbs."\n\nYou blink at him. "What... I mean, what exactly do you mean by that?"\n\n"This little hidey-hole of mine actually has a number of other rooms. Properly cleaned out and tidied up, I would have quite the little underground mansion to rival the one above. But they're all dusty, cluttered, and full of cobwebs. I need someone like you to [[take a contract of service|GGHHPlaceholder]] to me for, oh, say, one year. A year to tidy up the place, help me with my studies and experiments, run errands on the surface, that sort of thing. But in the end, it is your choice, my girl. Why, you could even simply [[return to the surface|GGHHPlaceholder]] in several days' time... no one could truly blame you for not wanting to face this."

"I'll rescue her myself," you decide, nodding firmly as you say the words. "I got her into this mess. It's my responsibility to get her out."\n\n"Noble. Perhaps not wise, but noble," Tiri muses aloud. He shrugs a bit and adjusts his spectacles. "Well, if you're determined to do so, I'll give you my help. There are several things I could give you that would certainly potentially allow you to save your friend."\n\n"Thank you. Thank you so much."\n\n"Perhaps you'd best decide whether to truly thank me until you survive using them," the ratman comments darkly. "First, there is a bodysuit of enchanted leather armor I possess, the Shadow Veil. It will naturally cloak you in shadows and muffle the sound you make, and at dire need it has several supernatural abilities that could save you... but you must be careful, for all such magic comes with a price, and use it too much, and the price may be more than you can pay. Similarly, there is the Orb of Varasa... Varasa placed her spirit into it as she lay dying, and her spells and spirit are at the command of the one who wields it, but have a care. Varasa would dearly love a new body to inhabit, and yours would please her greatly... take too many of her offerings or succumb to her own nature too often, and you will become a prisoner in your own form."\n\nYou shudder a little at the thought. It sounds ridiculous, but with all you've seen in the last hour, you've little choice but to believe it. "I understand."\n\n"I also have several potions of my own devising that could be of use," Tiri allows. "One is an invisibility potion, though it will not hide the sounds you make, nor your scent, so you must still be cautious." He pauses, then adds sheepishly, "However, I admit, I've no idea how long it might last. Test subjects are few and far between, and not exactly of a proper weight and biology to compare it to you or I. You might be invisible for five minutes or forever."\n\n"Think there's a book about that," you murmur.\n\n"Yes, that one, right there," Tiri answers cheerfully, pointing a clawed finger at one of the shelves. "Which is why I haven't chugged the thing down myself, you see. I have several transformative potions as well. There is the Potion of the Demon Rat, for instance."\n\n"I'd turn into...?" You try not to look horrified, and are abashed when he chuckles.\n\n"Worry not, I understand why it's not exactly an alluring concept. But with it you could likely waltz in, get your friend, and get her out with a bare minimum of trouble." His smile fades. "The change would, I'm afraid, be permanent. I could perhaps formulate a Potion of Humanity... but it could take many years, with no guarantee of success."\n\nYou nod a little numbly at that. It would mean the end of your life as you know it... but could it be worth it, to save Leslie?\n\n"There are also two other potions with consequences less dire, though potentially just as permanent," Tiri allows after giving you a few moments to absorb that. "I've a Potion of Fairykind. With such small size and magic, you would be able to find your friend, slip her a second potion of samesaid, and be out again. But I've no idea how much fairy magic you might be able to use before the change became permanent instead of until sunrise. And finally, there is a Potion of Trollkind... you would gain great strength, stamina, and healing, but I'm afraid your intelligence would be quite at risk. That one is divided up into three doses... each one would make the change more pronounced. Get through with but the first, and I doubt you'd even notice the change that much... a bit slower to grasp maths and such, perhaps. Take the second, you'll become a simple creature but not wholly stupid, like some of your professional athletes. But take the third, and you'll be little more than an upjumped, mostly-upright animal."\n\nYou wince at the thought. "Got it. One, my report card suffers, two, my career prospects suffer, three, my sentience suffers."\n\n"Aptly put, my dear, better than I said it myself."\n\n"So those are my choices, huh?"\n\n"Well. There is one other," Tiri says slowly. He hops up from his chair and moves to one of his cabinets, opening it up and plucking out a jar roughly the size of your head. It's a canning jar, one of those with the locking metal clasp and rubber-rimmed top for a full vacuum seal. As he carries it over to you, you see that it's full of something purple-black that writhes and wiggles gently in a way that doesn't match the movement of the jar itself. "There is this... entity. I found it when I was doing a bit of digging, and was intrigued by its odd properties. It seems to be a lifeform of some sort, and from my very limited studies, is capable of forming a symbiosis with other living creatures... but it has eventually rejected each one, including myself. It seems to be quite powerful, however, but what drawbacks or consequences it could come with, I cannot say. It is by far the biggest roll of the dice you could take, my dear... it could be your greatest savior or your most horrible doom, either one. But the choice is yours."\n\n<hr>\n[[The Shadow Veil.|GGHHPlaceholder]]\n\n[[The Orb of Varasa.|GGHHPlaceholder]]\n\n[[Potion of Demon Rat.|GGHHPlaceholder]]\n\n[[Potion of Fairykind.|GGHHPlaceholder]]\n\n[[Potion of Trollkind.|GGHH5x7]]\n\n[[The Mysterious Entity.|GGHHPlaceholder]]

"The Potion of Trollkind... if I only have to use one of them, it seems like it would be the best," you decide after a bit of thought. "And no offense, but I am already a lot bigger than you guys."\n\n"True, it is not our size nor even our strength that typically makes us dangerous, but our numbers and ferocity," Tiri allows, trotting over to one of the cabinets again. He comes back with a long leather braided cord, three small bottles with their necks braided into it to hold them.\n\nYou accept the cord and, after a few moments of examining it, stand up and tie it around your waist like a belt. Tiri gives you a simple nod. "There should be but a lone guard at the stairs below. If you overcome him quickly, you should be able to sneak your way through and into the underground. From there, I'm afraid it will be up to you to find your friend."\n\n"Got it. Thanks, Tiri."\n\n"I wish I could say it was my pleasure, child, but I cannot shake the feeling that I am sending you to your doom," he says grimly, leading you back down the tunnel.\n\nAs he listens and then begins carefully removing the boards, you consider the trio of bottles resting against your hip. Strength... but loss of intellect, too.\n\n<hr>\n[[Better take one before you go out.|GGHHPlaceholder]]\n\n[[Better not to take any, unless you have to.|GGHH5x8]]

"I'm the leader of the pack, you see. I mean, may as well say it," you continue, smirking proudly. "I'm the Alpha Bitch. I keep all my girls in line and they do what I say without question."\n\n"I seeeee. So being the Alpha Bitch means ruling without question, does it?" Jasmine replies in a thoughtful tone.\n\nThe way she's eyeing you musingly might set off alarm bells if you hadn't already dismissed her as some nobody rural hick who needed to be shown who's boss, but since you have, you continue blithely. "So everyone's better off just falling in line and getting with the program, get it?"\n\n"Hm. Well, alright, for the very start of your lessons, how about I teach you that being the leader of the pack probably isn't as <i>easy</i> as you thought it was?" Jasmine says as she walks around behind you.\n\n"Er, what? HEY!" you yelp as she suddenly grabs your blouse and yanks on it hard, the buttons popping off as she abruptly hauls it down your arms. "W-what are you doing?!" you shriek as she similarly yanks on the back of your bra to snap the clasps, then drops her hands to tear off your skirt and rip the waistband of your panties.\n\n"Well you won't make much of a wolf wearing these. Now <i>get</i>!" she snaps, drawing a pistol from behind her back and firing into the air.\n\nEven if that wasn't enough to absolutely terrify you, it's like your heart starts racing a mile a minute as you take off as fast as you can, scrambling and sprinting away from her. 'Trees trees trees forest,' you think, already panting as you tear away from her and towards the distant treeline. Your panting just gets louder in your ears as you run, your tongue starting to loll out and droop further down your chin. Something's happening, but you're too panicked to really take account of it as your arms start growing a thick coating of fur, lengthening as your nails begin to form into claws and your fingers grow a bit stubbier and thicker. Similarly your legs seem to be growing thicker, stronger, even as they're sprouting their own layer of fur. Without really thinking about it you drop to all fours, your longer limbs making it far easier to run that way. You briefly stumble as your bra drops down your arms and your loosened panties and skirt twist around your furry thighs, and you go down in a heap, reflexively clawing and kicking at the restriction, tearing them the rest of the way off before you're up and racing on all fours again, panting hard once more as your crotch grows a thick, heavy coating of fur sufficient to entirely cover your pussy, even if your new fluffy blonde tail hadn't tucked itself between your legs.\n\nFinally you make it to the trees, panting and gasping, your tits (do they feel heavier?) wobbling beneath you and dripping sweat. It's only then that you notice the changes to your arms and legs, and with a yelp you leap upright onto your now much more pawlike feet, staring down at yourself. "Wha?! WHA?!" you whimper, reaching up to touch your head. Touching feels different with your now similarly pawlike hands, but it feels like your hair has gotten all <i>scruffy</i>! "Nooooo!" you almost literally howl, which helps you notice that your tongue has changed shape a bit and your teeth feel rather sharp.\n\n"What did she do to me?" you whimper, canine ears laying down at the sides of your head. Then they perk back up with shock as you hear motion around you, and forms start prowling out of the trees.\n\nOther... wolf-girls?! That's definitely what it looks like, a bunch of girls, most a bit older than you and one that looks like she might be a few years younger, all with the same big fuzzy arms and legs, furry crotches, scruffy hair and canine ears. One of them with shortish black hair and matching thick black fur prowls around to the side of you, yellow eyes assessing.\n\n"New girl, huh?" she almost growls. "Well this is my pack, and this is my territory, so now you're <i>mine</i>!"\n\n<hr>\n[["P-please, wait, there's been a mistake!"|MeanWolf]]\n\n[["I... o-okay."|MeanWolf]]\n\n[["... No you're <i>my</i> bitch!"|MeanWolf]]

"Let's check out the root cellar," you declare.\n\n"Why?" Leslie asks, with just the hint of a whine.\n\n"To say we did," you answer, grinning wickedly. 'And to pay you back for scaring and daring me.' "What, you're not chicken, are you?"\n\nShe puffs out her cheeks a bit, then turns and marches over to the door and throws it open. She quails just a bit when she sees a yawning black square in front of her, but then brings her camp lantern forward, illuminating wooden plank walls and wooden plank steps. "Not exactly stylish," she mutters, slowly bringing the lantern a bit further forward. "And not so much as a bare bulb to light the way."\n\n"We've got light, go on," you urge. Sighing, Leslie precedes you down the stops, both of you holding the camp lanterns forward to try and get as much light as possible. After a minute, you start to regret your choice. The stairway is narrow, the board steps creak like they're about to snap in half practically every time one of you steps on one, and darkness soon closes in behind you as well as ahead. "Geez, how deep down is this root cellar?"\n\n"Dunno," Leslie replies distractedly, apparently having focused all her attention ahead so as not to panic and flee. Feeling a pang of sympathy and guilt, you remind yourself to do something nice for her later to make up for teasing her into coming down here.\n\nYour shoulder bumps against one of the walls, and you hear a loud creak there as well... a little too loud for there to be earth on the other side. You blink and stop for a moment, pressing on the board with your hand... yup, there's enough give that there's definitely open space behind it. A passage or something. "Hey Leslie?" you call, looking down at her, only to see her light growing smaller. Either she didn't hear you, or she's upset with you and thus ignoring you.\n\n<hr>\n[[Hurry to catch up.|GGHHPlaceholder]]\n\n[[Investigate the passage.|GGHH5x3]]\n

You leave Leslie to her proof of courage... the cellar can't be <i>that</i> much further down, and once she gets there to prove she can, she'll probably come right back up and find you.\n\nYou turn fully to the wall, feeling at it with the hand not holding the camp lantern. After a few moments, you find an edge of the board that's more risen than the others and give a tug. It pops right off the wall as if it were designed to, almost making you stumble in surprise. Setting the board down, you start doing the same to the boards above and below it, until you've revealed the secret passage. It's carved out of hard-packed clay dirt, and you can see that some wooden support beams have been added occasionally.\n\nFascinated, you head on through, though you feel the need to stoop a bit since the ceiling of the tunnel is only a few inches above your head, and you have to duck under the support beams. Though the close quarters should make you claustrophobic, you're so excited by your discovery that you bull on ahead without worrying about it. After walking for a minute or two, you spot a light up ahead. More curious than ever, you increase your pace, until you step out into a larger area you no longer have to stoop in.\n\nYour first thought is that this must be what JRR Tolkien was thinking of when he described a Hobbit hole. It's dry and clean, and the air's pretty clear for being under the ground, although there's a fairly heavy smell of some spicy sort of incense. It's lit by oil lamps scattered about, there are a few rugs on the floor, thick, old ones that match the plush antique furniture that you're guessing came from the house upstairs. One wall is completely covered with bookshelves, books piled on them in disorganized fashion, another wall is covered with jars, pots, and vials full of colorful liquids and embalmed... things.\n\nExcept what's apparently living here isn't any Hobbit. Your eyes widen at the figure sitting in a chair too large for it in front of a desk cut down to be the proper height. You'd guess he's about three feet tall, maybe more, and covered in greyish-brown fur. A pair of spectacles is perched atop his long, pointed muzzle, below where a pair of stubby, curled black horns sprout from his forehead. He blinks glowing red eyes at you, reaching up one clawed hand to adjust the spectacles and brush some crumbs off of the front of his purple velvet dressing robe.\n\n"Ah. Hello there."\n\n<hr>\n[["Um. Hello."|GGHH5x4]]\n\n[["AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA HOLY SHIT DEMON RAT!!!!!"|GGHHPlaceholder]]

Tiri said that even one dose would have an affect on your intelligence, even if it wasn't a huge one. You definitely don't want to turn stupid, especially in a situation where you might need all your wits about you. For now, you leave the bottles where they are.\n\nOnce Tiri has finished pulling the boards down, you give him another nod of thanks before slipping out, waiting until he's reassembled the wall before heading down. You do your best to move lightly on the creaky steps, not that it helps all that much. Your eyes stare into the darkness, watching for any forms of movement that might be a demon rat... but you don't see any. Even as you arrive in the cellar finally, its dark, slightly dank space filled with litter and wooden rubble, you don't see anything. Spotting a hole in one wall, you start forward.\n\nThat's when the demon rat slams into you from behind. You yelp in surprise and pain as you're bowled over, slamming to the ground, your forehead thudding against the packed earth. Dazed, you can't offer any resistance as the ratman grabs your wrist in his bony, bulge-knuckled hand and twists it up behind your back, making you give a short shriek of pain. Not hugely strong, but this one is apparently strong enough to put you in an armlock you don't even want to think about breaking.\n\n"Knew smelled human girl. Knew it," the demon rat chitters gleefully, bracing his feet against the backs of your knees to help keep you held. "Knew would be back, look for friend, yes? She crying for you now, I bet." You tremble with fear as he gloats at you, then shudder even more as his free hand roams over your denim-clad ass. Then he snatches off the wound leather cord, and you hear the bottles clink together lightly. "Eh? What this human girl have?"\n\n<hr>\n[["It's magic potion!"|GGHH5x9]]\n\n[["It's poison!"|GGHHPlaceholder]]\n\n[["It's medicine!"|GGHHPlaceholder]]

You try to think of something clever, but a fresh twinge of pain from your shoulder makes you squawk and blurt out, "It's potion! It's a magic potion for making you strong!"\n\n"Eh? Magic potion? Strong potion?" You can hear the scowl in the ratman's voice, and shudder again as you feel his hand... this time brushing the side of your head as he gives your ear a little tug. "And where human girl get that?"\n\n<hr>\n[[Rat Tiri out.|GGHHPlaceholder]]\n\n[[Claim it's from the surface.|GGHH5x10]]

Sighing heavily, you shake your head. "I don't know that I can trust anyone in my family... and it's crazy to go to Europe on the slim hope I can track down family I don't even know about. I guess the best thing to do is to just... leave."\n\n"Alright. So, here's my advice," Song says as she gets up and heads over to a stack of stuff she clearly already had prepared for whatever eventuality, setting it down in front of you. "Get out of town tonight, now, while it's still dark. Head for the next town over, Rolling Hills, it's just far enough away that by the time you actually get there no one will be bothering to look for you. From there, you should be able to safely buy a bus ticket to somewhere else that you can get sufficiently lost in, if you want to."\n\nYou nod a little heavily at that, taking the clothes on top of the stack and heading into the bedroom to change. You emergy in a hoodie that's too large for you, jeans that are only being held up by the cinched belt, and shoes that kind of fit because you're wearing multiple pairs of socks. Song spends a few moments showing you the various meal replacement bars and bottles of water packed in the bag, and the hidden pouch with the money, before printing you out a simple map of how to get to Rolling Hills on foot. You grimace at the estimated time for walking, especially considering that it's probably for some tireless human-shaped automaton instead of you with your distinctly non-athlete's stamina and legs.\n\n"Yeah, you'll have to rough it out there on the roadside for a while," Song says sympathetically as she adds some folded items to the bag. "It'll get cold so don't be afraid to wear layers or wrap the blanket around yourself, and stay out of sight when you sleep. Oh, and I know it's probably gonna be tempting, especially after you've used a rock as a pillow, but remember that all the old 'stranger danger' rules still apply. Don't take rides, stuff like that. But if you sleep during the day and walk at night, you should see hardly anyone, and it'll be warmer both ways."\n\nYou're almost tempted to ask if she's learned any of this by experience, but decide instead to just give her another hug and thank her for everything. Then, with a deep breath and a firmed resolve, you head out the door.\n\nYou don't have any real problems getting out of town, the adrenaline rush of actually striking out on your own into the world and escaping captivity keeping you going without fail as you several times duck suspicious-looking cars and then gradually leave the small city behind, walking along the side of the road as any other signs of civilization gradually drop away. Soon though the rush starts to fade and you start to feel the entire long day weighing on you, besides the cold of the night. Rubbing your arms to try and keep warm, you gradually start to lose steam and just feel yourself slogging along, what little progress you felt like you were making practically seeming to disappear. Ugh, you're really going to be walking like this for over a <i>week</i>?\n\nThen you see a glow from behind you and turn, peering into the dark. Yeah, something's coming up from the opposite direction... luckily looks like they're merging onto the road from a different on-ramp, so not from Hill Heights. Looks like... a church bus? Like one of the full-sized ones some churches that do a lot of traveling around as activities for their congregations buy. At least you think you saw a cross on the side of it, and it's all shiny white.\n\nHm. If they're on this stretch of road they're almost definitely headed to Rolling Hills. Song said not to take any rides but, c'mon, it's a church bus! It's probably full of little old grannies headed to Yellowstone or something. What's the worst that could happen? ... Well, you guess they could be extra goody-two-shoes and turn you over to the cops or something, that's the worst that could happen.\n\nBut it's risk that or risk a week+ of walking the road in the winter.\n\n<hr>\n[[Flag them down.|MeanHH4x2]]\n\n[[Avoid them.|MeanHH]]

Yeah, c'mon, this is clearly a safe chance to skip a week's worth of walking. Song did say part of the reason for that was that they probably wouldn't look for you there by then, but you'll manage. Hurrying across to the side of the road the bus is driving on, you start waving your arms.\n\nJust as you'd hoped, the bus turns on its hazard blinkers and slows to a halt in front of you, the door sliding open. Just as you'd kind of hoped, there's a rather kindly-looking older man standing there at the steps, wearing a priest's collared shirt under a grandfatherly button-up sweater. It's a different sort of collar than you've seen before, the bit in the front sort of V-shaped with a little gold stripe down the middle of the white, but you're not too shocked. You're American, you live in this part of the country, you know that branches of the church splinter and divide more than amoebas. "Well land sakes, girl, what are you doing out here in the middle of the night?" he says, already beckoning you to board.\n\n"I'm trying to get away from a bad situation," you answer in a relieved tone as you step past him and up into the bus, which is considerably warmer than the night outside was. An explanation that's both true and hopefully vague but offputting enough that he won't ask for too many details. The bus looks about half full, and while you do see some of the expected grannies and grampas, you notice there's also a fair few others spread across the range of elderly to your own age.\n\n"Poor girl, what a world we live in," the priest says with a solemn shake of his head. "Well I'm Father Theodore, and there is a place for you here, child."\n\n"Ah... thanks," you say. Not exactly an unusual turn of phrase for a priest, you guess, but you'll definitely have to explain to him you're not willing to join the congregation. ... But you can do that once the bus reaches Rolling Hills. (Or you can just, y'know, ditch them.) But everyone's looking at you with warm, welcoming gazes, which puts your mind at ease as Father Theodore gestures you forward, and you start down the aisle.\n\nYou let out a yelp as the old man suddenly moves with surprising speed, wrapping an arm around you to pin your arms to your sides. The other hand comes up, something dropping out of his sleeve and into his palm just before he presses it over your mouth and nose. A sickly sweet, cloying scent fills your head, and you can almost immediately feel it wrapping around you, muffling everything, you struggles slowing. You can already feel someone grabbing your belt and giving the oversized jeans a few yanks, hauling them off and baring your lower half to the bus even as your consciousness starts to fade.\n\n"Sorry, my child, it's for the greater good," Father Theodore's voice says sorrowfully as the last thing you hear.\n\nComing to takes a while, struggling up through the fog of whatever you were drugged with, wriggling and whimpering as you try to move and find you can't. It still takes a few moments to realize that your body feels cold and impossible to move not because of the drug, but because you're laying on your back on some sort of stone table or... or altar... underneath the stars. It's still night... or the next night, you have no idea. Your wrists are bound by ropes running out to the sides and around the stone to hold your arms straight out to the side and your ankles are similarly tied to force your legs to spread wide. Looking around, you can see that you're surrounded by trees, from which are emerging figures wearing plain brown robes, heads bowed beneath the hoods.\n\n"Let me <i>go</i> you <i>psychos</i>!" you rage, for the moment forgetting to be embarrassed or afraid and instead just flinging yourself against your bonds. Honestly right at the moment you'd probably rip someone's throat out with your teeth if they'd be good enough to bend over your head!\n\nThe robed figures ignore you, however, all of them starting to chant as they approach, some low drone of nonsense syllables that all melds together into a single strange voice that has your blood going cold in your veins. They approach the altar where you're tied, hands raising and revealing them to be gleaming with some sort of oil. "Don't! HEY! Don't touch me!" you shriek, half in fury and half in fear as they reach out, that weirdly unified chant continuing as their slick hands start stroking and rubbing you.\n\nYou continue to struggle against your bonds as much as you can as the robed figures rub their oiled hands across your body. Despite your humiliation and shame, you can't help but notice that there's weirdly nothing sexual in their touches... whether they're cupping your breasts and sliding fingers over your nipples, or stroking your inner thighs, or squeezing your arms or rubbing your shoulders or following the line of your jaw, it all seems to be the same to them. As some of them fall back, others step forward to take their place, picking up where those left off. Soon your body begins to feel warm instead of cold, a deep heat that's not like that of a fire seeping into your skin and muscles. You begin to breathe hard and tremble, finding it harder to focus on voicing even token protest. Fingers that seem to blaze and feel just as intense and now pleasurable on your lips and around your ears as they do stroking your labia and tracing around your pucker move across your body. They rub between your toes, slide along your thighs, press into your belly button, stroke your ears, knead your scalp, everywhere, everywhere there are grasping, rubbing hands, and everywhere they touch your body becomes sensitive and sizzling and yearning.\n\nYou can feel yourself building to an unwilling orgasm as your whole body becomes a sensitive, slick, gleaming erogenous zone, and yet it just continues to build and build. You drift in a haze of anger and need and want and shame and desire as your body is violated by the hands of dozens of reverent strangers.\n\nUntil they all suddenly draw away, one of the crowd moving to stand at the head of the altar, his voice and what you can see of his face marking him as Father Theodore as he raises his hands to the sky.\n\n"O Lord of Change, Defiler and Twister, Lord of Chaos, you forgotten, you forsaken, you forbidden, you unforgivable. O Great Horned Black Leopard With a Billion Parts, we offer you this sacrifice of a forsaken one, to become one of your many appendages, that you may be appeased and trouble existence no further. With this fulfillment of the ancient covenant, we ask and demand of you, dwell in nothingness still until you are forgotten and are thus no more."\n\nIt had all been feeling disconnected and unreal, your brain feeling like it was on fire with the sensation of whatever the stuff they rubbed you scalp to to with. But as Father Theodore steps to the side, bends, and then hefts up a massive axe, its blade issuing from a carved feline head with two long spikes swept back from its forehead, it clicks exactly what 'sacrifice' means.\n\n<hr>\n[["No! Please! I'll do anything!"|MeanHH]]\n\n[["...!"|MeanHH4x3]]

Before you can truly gather your thoughts together enough to voice a protest, the axe swings down through the air. Somehow the worst part is that at the moment of impact, you have the biggest, most intense orgasm of your life, everything going completely white with the intensity of sensation even as you can faintly feel yourself wobble, tumble, and drop.\n\nAnd then you just seem to keep dropping through the white and the intensity. The sensation starts to fade, except that you're still falling. Gradually you can feel your body, your self again, and the falling slows. It feels like you're drifting through... nothing... just an eternal white expanse, a tiny insignificant spot in an infinity of nothing that doesn't look like nothing should.\n\nIt feels like it could be minutes or thousands of years of your fall gradually slowing, until you drift upright, hanging in place. Blinking seems to take centuries, and moving your head microseconds. You want to call out, to fill the emptiness up with something even if it's just your tiny, mortal voice, but you can't, as if it were too sacred to violate and too profane to provoke. And then something rises up in front of you.\n\nYour mind instantly shatters, every thought you've ever had blasted the distance of galaxies and exploding with the force of ten trillion supernovas, your very self sundered and destroyed beyond all hope of recovery. And yet in another instant, uncountable numbers of hands find every molecule of those thoughts, your essence, your being, reassembling them effortlessly like you were nothing but a jigsaw puzzle for a toddler in the hands of a nuclear engineer. You can feel them even now, gripping you, inside every part of you, holding you together as you look up at the immense thing bigger than a planet and yet looming in front of you wholly in your sight like nothing but a mere skyscraper.\n\nThe Horned Black Leopard With a Billion Parts.\n\nThe parts are always changing, never the second from one spark of your brain to the next. Two tails, ten tails, a trillion tails, half a tail. Six breasts, thirteen breasts, two breasts. Twenty-one eyes, fifteen eyes, one eye, three eyes, seven eyes. A horse cock the size of a house, a pig dick the size of a road, a human dick smaller than your finger. Human ears, feline ears, canine ears, equine ears, all of them at once or none of them at all.\n\n"Hello, Layla."\n\nThe words are said in every language that ever existed all at once, and it doesn't say your name... it just says you. Everything that 'Layla' is, was, or could be is said. You'd have been spiritually atomized again ten times over by it if you weren't being held together by a few trillion of the Horned Black Leopard's hands. Still, sure bet you don't really know how to respond.\n\nAnd yet now that it has Known you in such a way, it somehow seems like you can comprehend it a little better too? It's like it stabilizes a little, the constant changes becoming more of a slow, steady flow. You can almost understand it as a giant generally humanoid and feminine thing, albeit one whose body still gently pulses and alters as you watch.\n\n"Yes, you are dead," the Horned Black Leopard continues, answering the question that you were too awed and insane and terrified and adoring to ask. "You have been sacrificed to me. An ancient pact forced upon me in a moment of weakness, but one which I must abide. You have been made mine... my property, body, mind, and soul, for all eternity. They gave you to me, with full knowledge and belief that I would transform you into some part... hand, nipple, eye, cock, toe, clit, stomach, craw, kidney, crest, whatever thing a living being has and which I might decide one more of was needed."\n\nThe thing grows ever nearer to you, so that the weight of its very presence would and does crush you into a black hole for an instantaneous twelve billion years until she gives a light tug to expand you back into yourself. "But they did not realize you are special. A being not just of destiny, but as many destinies as I have parts. You are one of the few capable of truly wearing the mantle of my power, to bring memory and devotion of me back to existence."\n\nAll those trillions of hands holding you together caress you now, more adding, lovingly stroking and petting every molecule of your being, every neuron, every thought and memory and sadness and joy that was deep down and private, violated to show adoration and love.\n\n"Become my avatar. My daughter. My God-Slave. Me. Carry the mantle of the Horned Black Leopard With a Billion Parts back into the world of your birth and many others, that my name may once more be spoken with adoring terror and fearful love."\n\n<hr>\n[[No!|Mean]]\n\n[[Absolutely!|MeanCult1]]

You're honestly dying to know if any of your min-, ahem, friends have tried to supplant you already, so you'll know who needs to suffer when you get back. You carefully open doors and peek into each room, finally spotting one with some bookshelves. "Huh, she can read," you smarm under your breath, smirking as you turn the light on and slip into the room.\n\nIt's a fairly small room, and it's totally not kitted out like anything you, personally, would call a "study"... just some bookshelves, office equipment, and a desk with a computer. Tch, the flat screen monitor isn't even gigantic, how lame. ... Not that you use yours for more than Facebook, Twitter, and the occasional video editing, but still. You slide into the chair and bring up the sleeping computer, feeling particularly smug when there's no password. Yeah, you just hacked her. Bringing up the browser, you type in the site and... what? No connection?\n\nScowling, you try to figure out what to do. ... Oh, right, you click the little internet icon dealy down at the right, right? The one that shows an 'X' right now? You double-click and it brings up some troubleshooting screen, which a few moments later comes back with this:\n\n'Dish out of alignment. Correct alignment to continue.'\n\n... Agh! The stupid satellite dish isn't working! It probably got bumped into by a cow or something, you think sullenly. ... It has to be somewhere close to the house, right? Maybe you could fix it. Though... ugh, you'd have to go outside...\n\n<hr>\n[[Try to find the dish.|MeanFarm5x1]]\n\n[[Find the modem and get the wifi info.|MeanFarm]]\n\n[[Browse through Jasmine's files.|MeanFarm4x3]]

Hm, maybe you can go back to one of your earlier plans and find something blackmail-worthy on Jasmine's computer, you think as you click on the little computer icon on the left. Maybe she's recorded herself doing all sorts of dirty stuff with Mara and you can forward it to their... mailing list? You think old people like mailing lists or things like that. 'Re: Re: Re: Re: LesbianCowgirls.avi', heheh.\n\nAnd... hm, does look like she's got videos in here, but the thumbnails in the top directory all look pretty normal... just her looking at cows and horses and stuff. There's some subdirectories though, without very descriptive names, just little abreviations. Maybe she put the bad stuff a little deeper?\n\n<hr>\n[['BB'.|MeanFarm]]\n\n[['AS'.|MeanFarm]]\n\n[['TF'.|MeanFarm4x4]]\n\n[['SC'.|MeanFarm]]

You're still not sure what it is driving you to help Dark Comedy... it's like his rant has planted some kind of seed inside your head, and a strange fascination and desire to stick around long enough to hear more is the plant that grew. You're not exactly going to get to hear what else he has to say if he's locked up, are you? that fascination whispers.\n\nSo you let tears fill your eyes and start streaking down your cheeks, your lower lip trembling as your whole body visibly shakes. "Oh God, oh please, mister, don't make him kill me," you sob out. "Please don't make him kill me, I don't wanna die!"\n\nThat definitely seems to give City Guard pause, his face showing absolute heartache. You can almost feel Dark Comedy turning his head to stare at you, too... you certainly weren't a crying mess a moment ago when he still pretty much had a gun to your head. But apparently he decides to roll with it, since he begins backing towards the open elevator. "You heard her, pretty boy. She wants to live. Tell him how much you wanna live, sweetheart."\n\n"I wanna live, I wanna live," you plead tearfully, taking jerky little steps back as you're pulled. "My mommy, my mommy would die if she heard about it, please, please!"\n\nCity Guard actually jerks his hand up a little as if he wanted to reach out for you, then clenches his fist and forces it down against his side. Little Joke skips ahead of Dark Comedy into the elevator, and the moment the black-clad criminal has dragged you inside the car, he calls, "Hit it, babe!" She slams her palm against a hastily-installed big red button stuck on above the elevator panel, and the doors slam closed. There's a rumble from below, and suddenly you feel yourself being yanked towards the floor as the elevator starts speeding upwards, a loud roaring sound briefly drowned out by the noise of an explosion from above. Between the various G-forces and the sheer shock of it all, you pass out.\n\nYou jerk to consciousness and sit up, looking around. You're in some sort of office... abandoned, by the looks of it, since there's thick dust on a number of things and all the furniture looks outdated. You're on a battered couch that looks like it's about 85% upholstered in duct tape. You notice a steady drone of... noise... from outside, and afraid but curious, you stand up and open the office door, stepping out.\n\nThis was probably once a factory floor, but everything's been cleared away. In fact the only things around right now are a couch, on which Dark Comedy and Little Joke are sitting, and a huge array of TVs, arranged in a wide semicircle, stacked together, stuck on columns or stacked furniture until they form a massive wall of televisions ranging from ancient CRT to brand new LED screens. Dark Comedy and Little Joke are both laughing uproariously, him actually slapping his knee, Little Joke slinging a massive vat of popcorn back and forth so that the kernels are flung about like confetti. \n\nAs you draw closer, looking at the screens, you notice that they're mainly two things... 24 hour news channels, and comedy programs. You spot sitcoms, standup comedians, big name star movies, as well as stories about riots, murders, and war crimes. The sound on all of the TVs is up so that it's all just one turbulent din of noise, laughtracks mingling with solemn voices reading off death tolls. You're not sure if the two supervillains are laughing at some of it, all of it, or just its existence... you can't even tell what they're looking at as they chortle and guffaw.\n\nIn a pause in his merriment, Dark Comedy glances over his shoulder and spots you. "Oh good, you're awake," he chirps. Since you've been spotted anyway, you walk around to the front of the couch to stand in front, both of them beaming at you. "Was afraid we'd accidentally pulped that wonderfully full of potential brain of yours. Here, have a seat," he says, scooting over so that there's a cushion between himself and Little Joke, then giving said cushion an exaggerated few pats. "We've got a lot to talk about."\n\nA little hesitantly, you move to sit down on the couch. Dark Comedy throws an arm around your shoulders, and Little Joke slips one around your middle, both of them scooting in against your side. Dark Comedy waves a hand grandly at the screens. "All of this is being broadcast right now. Not a VCR, DVD, DVR, URL or ROUS to be seen. People are watching these as we speak. Look, look, graphic images of the Gulmira Atrocity! Looky look!" He points at one screen as a somewhat grainy image of people stacking corpses can be seen. "Oop, they're going to commercial! Quick, change the channel!" He whips his hand to point at the next screen over. "See, now Joey's making a joke about sandwiches!" He giggles happily, then taps a fingertip repeatedly against the side of his head. "And people don't even think this is weird! Even the ones that complain, most of them are just trying to <i>look</i> deep! Everyone's already accepted that laughter and misery are both constant, they're just behind the curve on what that really means!"\n\n"But you give us hope, sugar," Little Joke coos, pinching your cheek affectionately as you turn your head to look at her. "Yer little teenage brain's got a better handle on it than most! If we can get through ta yas, maybe we're finally makin' progress showin' everyone what we're all about!"\n\n"You could really help us, kiddo," Dark Comedy says, grinning almost... affectionately? "Why, I've always wanted a daughter! And if you really get it, why... we'd love to welcome you to the family!"\n\n<hr>\n[[Accept.|GrimHumorStart]]\n\n[[Refuse.|GigglesStart]]

Well looks like those two are definitely occupied, you think smugly as you head to the stairs and traipse down. Maybe you'll make yourself a sandwich or something just to make a point of 'fuck your rules'. You're not normally the sandwich type unless it's on artisan bread and the filling has been arranged aesthetically, but spite is the greatest flavor enhancer!\n\nYou arrive downstairs to find it predictably dim and quiet, the sex noises from upstairs having faded into inaudibility. Alright, let's see... you could indeed go in the kitchen and prowl around, or maybe poke around in some of the other rooms down here. Or ooo, isn't there like a basement or something? You think you saw an entrance to one. Maybe Jasmine has some freaky porn down there or something else perverted you could actually show to people. Or wait... you think you heard her mention a study at some point. ... Seriously, rural people have studies? Why? They've all got to be dumber than you. But wait, she also said that she has satellite internet, so that's probably where her computer is. Oh god you could check your social media! You haven't been told who needs to be destroyed for saying the wrong thing five years ago in <i>hours</i>, you're going into withdrawal!\n\nOr you guess you could actually go outside. You have kind of heard that nights outside in the country are, y'know, really pretty. \n\n<hr>\n[[Check the kitchen.|MeanFarm]]\n\n[[Check out the other rooms.|MeanFarm]]\n\n[[Check out the basement.|MeanFarm6x1]]\n\n[[Check out the study.|MeanFarm4x2]]

"I-I mean, I'm not even sure if it's real, but it's... it's really hot," you admit, biting your lower lip.\n\n"Oh really now?" Jasmine chuckles, then pushes down the front of her panties, letting that mostly-limp equine prick spill out almost right in your face. "This seems pretty real, hmm?" she coos at you.\n\n"... Yeah," you almost breathe, torn between staring at it or staring at the screen.\n\nShe leans down, and you gasp loudly as she slides a hand down the front of your panties, your thighs reflexively spreading as she strokes her fingers over you a few times, then curls two of them to push them inside you, making you moan softly. When she draws her hand out and straightens up, she holds up her fingers to display the wetness dripping off of them, making you blush even more. "Well you certainly do seem to be telling the truth about finding it hot," she says smugly, before pushing her fingers into your mouth.\n\n"Mmf... mmn..." Almost unable to help yourself, you start sucking at her fingers, your tongue moving over them to clean off your own juices, watching as that inhuman cock of hers starts slowly getting longer and thicker, standing up more towards your face.\n\n"So what, exactly, do you find so hot, girl?" Jasmine murmurs, working her fingers in and out of your lips lightly. "Which part?"\n\n<hr>\n[[The thought of fucking helpless animal-girls.|MeanFarm]]\n\n[[The thought of being changed.|MeanFarm11x1]]\n\n[[The power.|MeanFarm4x7]]

You're not quite sure what possesses you to do it, but you find yourself shouting a warning to Dark Comedy just before the glass of the observation deck shatters. Incredibly he actually jerks forward, shielding you with his own body and wrapping his arms around you. Of course the next thing he does is shift an arm around your shoulders and yank you around to face towards the new arrival. You stare at the man hovering over the crowd of hostages, wearing a blue and gold bodysuit with a silver cape straming in the wind behind him, snapping one of the mooks' guns in half with his bare hands. The City Guard is definitely, definitely real, it seems.\n\n"Well well well, if it isn't Keyman," Dark Comedy says with a sneer, jerking you tighter against his front. "You twitch, Mr. Moneycape, and the only thing this observation deck will be observing is her brain."\n\n"Let her go, Dark Comedy," the hovering hero says with a dangerous calm, folding his arms over his chest.\n\n"Letting my hostage go would put me at a pretty big disadvantage, that's almost enough to make me laugh. Leave the humor to me, huh?" the villain snarls, shifting his grip on you just slightly, though you can feel it's not as tight as it was.\n\n<hr>\n[[Try to go for Dark Comedy's gun.|FemPal3x1]]\n\n[[Try to give the City Guard an opening.|FemPalplaceholder]]\n\n[[Try to keep City Guard from doing anything.|FemPal2x4]]

You open up the 'TF' folder, and frown a bit as you see that it's in a different format... no thumbnails for easy browsing, darn. You don't really know enough about computers to change it, so you'll just have to go by the filenames. \n\n... Aaand they're all pretty boring. It's just stuff like 'Cow1.mp4', 'Cow2.mp4', 'Dog1.mp4', 'Stallion1.mp4', all that. Probably just more of her going to stock shows or whatever they are, laaame. Still, since you came all this way, you decide to double-click 'Cow1.mp4' just to see.\n\nThe player pops up, and your eyes widen as you see a naked woman on all fours, her ankles and wrists cuffed to chains set in the floor of what looks like some sort of barn. She looks like she might be twenty-something, her boobs hanging down beneath her, her body a bit on the scrawny side, her hair shortish and with an obviously home-done dye job in purple. Jasmine's face soon leans into the frame, obscuring the view of the naked woman. \n\n"<i>Alright, cow elixer test one, at 100% strength. Our subject is Lorelei, an anti-farm activist who decided she was going to try to return my cows to nature, and did a lot of ranting about how I'd never stop her glorious cause when I found her with boltcutters at my gate.</i>"\n\n"<i>P-please let me go, I'm sorry!</i>" Lorelei blubbers as Jasmine walks over to her, what looks a lot like a small plastic water bottle in hand. "<i>I didn't mean it, I'm sure your cows are h-happy!</i>"\n\n"<i>Well you'll get to see, won't you?</i>" Jasmine replies in a smug tone, reaching down to grab hold of Lorelei's hair, which is just long enough for her to find purchase, and yank her head back, pouring the water bottle into her open mouth.\n\nLorelei thrashes and splutters, obviously trying not to drink the milk-colored stuff, but it's clear that plenty of it winds up in her mouth and swallowed. As the bottle stops pouring, Jasmine releases her and steps back, Lorelei coughing wetly and shuddering in place. Her shuddering starts to become more intense as she lets out low, confused moans. Your eyes widen as her body starts to bulge and shift, her ass growing and hips changing shape as her fingers flex and then start growing shorter, pulling in towards her hands. "<i>Nnhh... ah... n-no,</i>" she whimpers as her breasts begin to shrink, and you can see her belly turning pink and beginning to bulge out. "<i>Nooo, noooo, nmoooo!</i>" she cries as her face begins to elongate, horns pushing out from above her ears as they grow longer, curl, and start to flop down.\n\nYou watch over the next five minutes as the bulge on Lorelei's belly bulges out and sprouts four long, thick teats, becoming an udder swaying beneath her as her arms extend and her legs shift shape, hands and feet growing hard coverings and turning into hooves. She tosses her head back and forth as her face grows out into a snout, her desperate cries turning ever more gradually into more and more bestial moos. As black-splotched white fur grows all across her body, her ass turning big and squarish, her middle thick and round, her neck growing wider and extending as her head loses any sign of her old self save for a little tufty batch of purple hair from between the ears.\n\n"<i>Mooooo!</i>" the cow that was once Lorelei lows, stamping its hooves as it moves in place, tail flicking back and forth as it tosses its head, the motions making its udder sway beneath it.\n\n"<i>I'd say that definitely classifies as a success, one full-on cow,</i>" Jasmine chuckles, moving around to the bound creature's side and squatting down, reaching beneath to seize one of the dangling teats and give it a practiced stroking-squeeze... and sending a thin stream of white to the ground. "<i>And already milkable, bonus! Good thing, too, since it won't be studding time for her yet. Dooon't worry, Lorelei,</i>" she adds smugly as she stands up, petting the obviously still freightened cow atop the head. "<i>Apparently with this potion variant, once you get a nice big bull cock in you, that pesky human mind will be gone and you'll be just as happy as the rest of my cows.</i>" Then she turns and walks over to the camera, and a moment later the video ends.\n\nYou sit staring at the black player screen, your jaw slack. You... can't have really just seen that, right? Jasmine has to be some kind of... some kind of amateur home movie maker who's just <i>really</i> good at morph effects, right? But that... that looked really real. And somehow it didn't seem like that Lorelei girl was acting. Did you... did you really just see your current guardian turn someone into a cow?\n\n<hr>\n[[Close it all and hurry back to bed.|MeanFarm]]\n\n[[Look at some more videos.|MeanFarm4x5]]

Still feeling more stunned than anything, you click on 'Cow2.mp4', deciding to see if it's something more with Lorelei. Instead though the setup is much the same, the girl chained up to the floor is a much smaller-breasted girl with longer hair and purple tips.\n\n"<i>Alright, cow elixer test two, diluted to about... ehhh, fifty percent strength or so,</i>" Jasmine says in the video, holding the bottle in front of the camera and shaking it a bit. "<i>Our subject is Katniss, Lorelei's girlfriend, who was posted on lookout while Lorelei was trying to cut the gate open.</i>"\n\n"<i>What have you done to her?! Where is she?!</i>" Katniss demands in a voice that mingles fear and anger.\n\n"<i>Well depending on how this goes, you'll be finding out, won't you?</i>" Jasmine replies smugly as she walks over, quickly repeating the process of forcing the bound girl to drink.\n\nOnce again you watch as the prisoner's body starts to shudder and convulse, and then to change. But this time instead of her tits shrinking away to nothing like Lorelei's did, hers start growing larger and heavier, plumping up as they start actually hanging down further, her nipples turning brighter pink and starting to get thicker and longer. As her ass fills out but still stays largely round, and her belly plumps up a bit, you can also see a pair of bulges start under her tits and begin to press outward... which you quickly realize is a second pair of breasts that's quickly growing to match her first. \n\n"<i>S-stop! Please, sto-ooooooo! Mooooooo!</i>" Katniss wails as fur starts sprouting all over her body, in the same black-splotched white pattern as Lorelei's, but while her feet are changing into hooves, her hands mostly seem to be growing thick, black nails at the tips of her fingers but otherwise remaining unchanged. Her face pushes outward, becoming long and muzzle-like, but unlike Lorelei's it still retains a few faint vestiges of human expression even as it becomes mostly cow, complete with horns and floppy ears. "<i>Mooooo! Mooooo!</i>" she cries, and though her voice has gotten deeper and thicker, it still sounds more like a person saying 'moo' than an actual animal sound.\n\n"<i>Well, now that's interesting. At this dilution you're still pretty far towards a cow, aren't you?</i>" Jasmine says thoughtfully as she leans down and starts fondling Katniss's tits, the bound transformed girl letting out protesting moos and unwilling mooans as the larger woman moves her hands up and down, fondling all four heavy, hanging tits in turn. "<i>Mmm, gotta admit, these turn me on way more than just an udder. Wonder how much I'd need to tweak the ratio to give you both?</i>" Jasmine muses aloud as she straightens up and undoes the front of your jeans.\n\nYour jaw drops a bit as a truly massive cock springs free of the otherwise flat front of Jasmine's jeans. Your host is hung like a horse... literally! She strokes the big thing with its medial ring and flared head, moving around behind Katniss and settling onto her knees. "<i>Oooo, thicker, bigger pussy but still nice and pink and soft, veeery good,</i>" she coos, rubbing the bulged tip of her equine prick against her captive's entrance, then thrusting in hard.\n\n"<i>Moooooo!</i>" Katniss cries, her now brown eyes rolling as Jasmine starts slamfucking her hard, sending tremors through her newly enlarged fat ass and making all four tits sway underneath her. "<i>Mooo, moooo, mooooooo!</i>"\n\n"Enjoying the show?"\n\nYou jump in the chair, whipping your head over to stare at the doorway. Jasmine's leaning a shoulder on the frame, her arms folded under her massive tits. She's wearing nothing but a black thong... the front of which is stretched over her apparently limp cock and balls, both of them clearly outlined by the fabric.\n\n"You..." You swallow heavily.\n\n"Gotta admit, the cow elixer was definitely one of my favorites. Feeling all four of those big fat tits wrapped around my prick was pretty damn good later on, too," Jasmine says, pushing off the doorway and sauntering over. She glances at the screen where the recording of her fucking the transformed Katniss is still playing, complete with her own smug dirty talk and the transformed girl's cow-like cries, before looking at you again. "So, what do you think?"\n\n<hr>\n[["This is freakish!"|MeanFarm]]\n\n[["... This is hot..."|MeanFarm4x6]]

"Sure, whatever gets us the hell out of here faster," you agree with a small shudder, glancing around at the creepy, abandoned base. In a weird way it'd actually be creepier if there was gore or blood splatters, but this... where did everyone <i>go</i>?\n\n"Alright, you two head down, I'll come catch up to you once I've finished sweeping all the rooms here."\n\nYou and Veronka nod, turning to head down the stairs surrounded by your little pools of light. You're not particularly surprised when she doesn't so much as glance at you before continuing further down to the office level... you'll miss the light from her harness more than you will her snotty attitude. Psh, cats. Hefting your rifle up to your shoulder, you make sure to keep on the alert as you head towards the medbay. Doesn't creepy shit always go down in medical areas in sci-fi stuff? Well, either that or you'll just find a cache of medgel or something.\n\nThe medbay is mostly dark, and just as trashed as everything you saw upstairs. Some of the equipment is still in place and mostly just dented up, by dint of being bolted to the floor or just too solid to really smash properly. The floor is scattered with papers, smashed metal and glass, and torn bits of cloth. There's a soft, steady, slow dripping noise from a cabinet that's been smashed by something big, bent and twisted and leaking some sort of brownish liquid from one part into a puddle on the floor.\n\nYou lick your lips a little in nervousness, starting to feel steadily more jumpy. There's hardly any light in here other than the light you brought with you, and you definitely remember all you've been told about going into dark areas. Still, you were told to check the whole medbay... and the sooner you do it, hopefully the sooner all of you can get out of here. Taking a deep breath, you firm up your rifle's firing position a little and step into the back area, which you remember from your first visit and the orientation that it involved contains a recovery and storage area. \n\nMost of the beds here have been torn apart or flung around against the walls, forming a rattled, disheveled topography of their own that gives vague hints as to the paths and motions of the Fiend or Fiends that came through. Somehow the acoustics of the medbay make the dripping noise from the next room seem to be from both far away and echoing all around you... plip. Plip. Plip. It's like you're in a cave or something, with the only light fading rapidly as the remaining unshattered panels above obviously gradually lose power, dimming slightly with every passing second. Every time you've been in the medbay at ho-... at the rally bunker, there's always been the sounds of the machines working or idling, beeping and chirping as people typed. Here it's just quiet, too quiet, except for that plip. Plip. Plip.\n\nYour heart's thudding in your chest, almost loud enough to make up for some of the silence as you step over towards the row of solid, built-into-the-wall metal storage lockers, most of their doors smashed in or ripped open. As you approach the end of them, you decide the easiest way to check if there's anyone in there is to just knock. You'll rap on it with your knuckles, then bolt for the stairs, fuck it if it's not the bravest thing in the world. You slowly raise your hand, fingers curling as you bring it in towards the door.\n\n<b>BANG! BANG!</b>\n\nThe door suddenly shakes hard, as something from the inside strikes against it.\n\n<hr>\n[[AAAAAAHOLYSHITAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!|GGOri]]\n\n[["... Who's there?!"|GGOri3x2]]

"Wait, so you're saying that you fell and hit your head and knocked yourself unconscious, and that's why you don't remember getting in the locker, right?" you ask her, frowning.\n\n"Yes, that seems to be the explanation," she agrees with a delicate nod.\n\n"But if you knocked yourself out, how did you crawl into the locker? You said yourself that it was chaos in here," you note with a glance around. "That everyone was going for their guns or trying to get away. The only other way that you could have gotten into that locker was if one of your coworkers put you there, and it doesn't sound like they would have had a chance, sorry to say."\n\n"I..." Lymiel is looking steadily more distressed... not like she's hiding answers from you, more like it's bothering her how she can't find any. "I suppose I could have been partially conscious, but the head injury simply made me forget..."\n\n"I mean I'm not the doctor here, but shouldn't you still have some vague memories of getting in the locker, especially when you search for them?" you prompt. "Just having them suddenly cut off and then start again, that's a lot more stark right?"\n\n"... Yes, the rather convenient amount of missing time is, admittedly, very troubling," Lymiel agrees quietly, squirming in place and looking at you in worry.\n\nYou look her up and down slowly. A thought's percolating in your head... one you don't really like. But you've seen enough Aliens movies to make certain connections between missing time and... things happening. "Doc... do you remember your tights being ripped before you passed out?"\n\nLymiel blinks, looking down at herself in surprise. She glances at you, worry stealing more prominently over her face, before she looks back down and slowly raises up the front of her skirt. The tights are more shredded between her legs, and the trailing scraps of her panties dangle to either side of a hairless, slightly glistening pink pussy. "... O-oh. Oh my. I..." She looks up at you and swallows hard, her voice faint as she says, "Would you mind very much if I did a quick check to see if any of the diagnostic scanners survived?"\n\n"I think that's a good idea and we should hurry, yeah," you agree, feeling your face cool as you pale, gesturing her ahead of you into the other room.\n\nWhile you stand guard with your rifle, Lymiel quickly searches through the damaged equipment until she finds a small device that looks vaguely like a digital video camera. Folding out the screen and turning it so she can see, she waves it at her midsection, then makes a choked noise at the results. "I'm... reading the presence of Fiend cells inside of me. They... do in fact seem to be densely concentrated in my womb, and growing."\n\n"They... can do that?" you ask faintly.\n\n"No. ... But maybe yes." Lymiel looks over at you, tension around her eyes, but actually seeming vaguely fascinated at the same time. "This is actually what I took this assignment to study. Not... this specifically, but a biological theory I had. 'Foreign Variable-Induced Rapid Evolution'."\n\n"..." You stare at her for a moment, then blink. "The Fiends didn't change for a million years... until we showed up and started killing them."\n\n"You're very astute. Yes... the theories on Fiend biology and rumors about their behavior made them the perfect creatures to observe in hopes they might prove my theory that a species can experience an extremely rapid evolutionary process when exposed to a sufficiently alien variable." She raises a hand and rubs her face. "I didn't quite expect it to go to the level of symbiosis so fast... or for my body to become a testbed for this theory."\n\n"... So what can we do?" you ask quietly.\n\n"Well!" Lymiel takes a deep breath and huffs it out. "As fascinating as it might be to observe the results, it would be scientifically unethical to subject a sentient being to the potential hazards of interspecies reproduction or parasitism! Especially since that sentient is me," she says with a wan, rueful grin. She considers, then mms. "Adrenamethylax. It's a chemical that was developed for military use... it causes a temporary heightening of energy and promotes healthy cellular growth, and as a side effect it also purges foreign toxins from the body. I'm well aware of all its various side effects... but both its primary and side effects are precisely what would likely allow me to purge this, ah... infection... from my body."\n\n"Is there any in here?" you ask, glancing around.\n\n"Unfortunately, it was all in there," Lymiel answers, pointing at the smashed cabinet that's dripping onto the floor. "From the color of that fluid, it looks like both of the large containers of AML have been shattered." She pauses, frowning thoughtfully, then brightens a little. "The offices below! The officers are allowed to keep injectors of AML on hand for when their duty shifts keep them awake for long after their species' recommended functioning time. There should be enough in one or two offices for me to acquire the dosage I need."\n\n<hr>\n[[Let's go down there, then!|GGOri]]\n\n[[It's too risky.|GGOri]]

You jump back from the locker, eyes wide and body shaking a little in reaction to the sudden start. But you manage to blurt out a "Who's there?!", trying not to feel too bad about how shaky your voice is.\n\n"H-help," comes a soft, muffled voice back. "I can't... get the door open!"\n\nYou swallow hard, finger tightening at that pure horror story phrase... then curse at yourself a little. This isn't that kind of monster movie! ... Or a movie at all! Fiends don't talk! You lower your rifle... then, just to be sure, switch to your pistol, holding it with one hand as you work at the latch of the locker with the other. Even after getting the handle moved into the 'open' position, it takes a few good yanks before you can get it open. There's a soft yelp as a woman half-falls out of the locker, barely catching herself on her hands... she's got long, thoroughly messy blonde hair, pointed ears, and is wearing a lab coat, black shirt, miniskirt, and torn-up tights. She blinks slightly glazed green eyes at you, the fall of her hair showing off pointed ears. "O-oh... are you... are you from Thirty-Six? Did you come to help?"\n\n"Um, yeah." Holy crap you've rescued an elf. "I'm Cyan, I'm with the team sent out here to check the bunker."\n\n"I'm Doctor Brightsky... um, well, I suppose in the circumstances, just 'Lymiel' is okay." She gets uncertainly to her feet, staggering a little when she's almost there, but enough that you reach out a hand to steady her. "Oh... oh thank you... I don't seem to be quite... all together. I think I may have a concussion."\n\n"Is it serious?" you ask with a frown.\n\n"Not enough to try and treat it here. Oh my, I doubt that I could," she adds, with a glance around at the ruined area. "Since I don't think the bay outside is in any better shape, is it?" At your rueful headshake, she nods. "All of a sudden there were Fiends everywhere. It was chaos as people grabbed for weapons or tried to hide and the creatures went berserk. I was trying to get away, and then I think I fell and hit my head, because I don't really remember what happened next." She frowns thoughtfully, her pointed ears wiggling twice. "When I woke up I was terrified because it was dark, and then I realized I was in a storage locker. For awhile I just lay there terrified, but then finally I wanted to try to get out, so I started kicking the door. And then you let me out."\n\n<hr>\n[[Let's get out of here, then.|GGOri6x1]]\n\n[[Wait, something doesn't add up.|GGOri3x3]]

One thing you've found is fun to do with assortments is to eat all of one kind of candy before starting on the others. It sort of stretches it out and adds to the experience. Oo hey, you should include that in your blog post! But that aside, you have three types of chocolate to choose from, which do you start with?\n\n<hr>\n[[The domes.|HolVal]]\n\n[[The spheres.|HolVal]]\n\n[[The cylinders.|HolVal]]

Yeah you're definitely paying attention to the instructions here, skimming is not a good idea when it's your actual life on the line and not just a continue. Approaching the right-hand vent, you lean down to examine it, spotting several little bulges with faint red light coming from them. Glancing at your belt, you haul out a can of 'cloud spray' and spritz it onto the sensors, a steady stream of mist starting to rise up around them. Huh, neat. You almost move on to just undoing the screws, but recall something your mother said and look them over, spotting several that are a different color and spraying them with the mist before using the tools in your bracers to undo them. Lifting the vent cover from the left side, you fish an 'EMP pellet' out of your belt and drop it down the side of the shaft. A moment later you hear a soft <i>whump</i> and a crackle, which you figure means it worked. You slip forward and into the vent shaft, dropping down and tucking in expectation of needing to roll. You do have to twist a bit in midair and shove off the wall slightly to avoid the (luckily completely immobile) blades of a large metal fan, but then you drop down into a largely featureless room with several pieces of nondescript machinery.\n\n"Okay, good job, looks like you've made it in without triggering any alarms," Fuchsia's voice says in your ear. "Now, considering the storage needs and danger of the Anti-Pax, the tank of it must be somewhere on this level. Take a look around, but <i>be careful</i>... if you get spotted or caught, it would be super easy for someone to set off an alarm, then you'd have the entire base bearing down on you."\n\n"Got it," you whisper back, trying your best to keep low and move cautiously as you make your way over to the door and carefully open it. You peek out... no sign of anyone, and no alerts from your HUD, so looks like you're good. You slip out into the hallway and decide on a direction largely at random, slipping along and doing your best to move in, well, a crouch... they said your video game skills would help, and crouch=sneak after all. Weirdly enough it doesn't feel nearly as awkward as you'd expect it to, and it really does seem to keep most of your movements silent.\n\nThe hallway ends in a T intersection, and you raise your eyebrows a bit as you notice arrows with text inside stencil-painted on the wall: 'Storage' and 'Armory'. Seriously? ... Well, you guess the mooks need to be able to find their way around too, and unlike a game you're guessing they can't just be programmed with the layout of the base. 'Storage' would be the obvious place to go to find the chemicals, but... they did also say that if you wanted a gun, you'd have to acquire one on-site. And sneaking around with no gun in a bad guy base just kinda seems like a bad idea to part of your brain.\n\n<hr>\nGo to [[storage|GGSpy1x5]].\n\nHead to the [[armory|GGSpy]].

Oh, why not. Love is still the spirit of the holiday, after all! And even if Allen doesn't really believe that, he's apparently at least willing to make the gesture, which you can appreciate. You pull out your phone and send him a text to invite him over that evening, then open the box. There are quite a few of them in there, since it's a decent-sized box, and it looks like it's double-layered as well. You spot three kinds... a sort of dome-shaped one with little chocolate 'caps' at the tip, round ones drizzled with pale caramel on top, and cylindrical ones that are a bit paler than the others. The smell of chocolate is pretty intense too, from the moment you open the lid your mouth starts to water. Then you notice the little note laying in the center. You set down the box a little reluctantly and pick up the card to read it:\n\n'Made just for you\nThese chocolates are neat\nBut you'd best be careful\nYou are what you eat!'\n\nThat's... kind of a weird spin on that old rhyme. Seems a slightly roundabout way to call someone 'sweet'... or maybe 'delicious' is what they were going for? Mm, either way, with that smell of chocolate, you've definitely got to have some now! Hm, but how <i>should</i> you eat them?\n\n<hr>\n[[Selectively.|HolVal1x2]]\n\n[[Gradually.|HolVal2x1]]\n\n[[Immediately.|HolVal]]

"Fine," you say with a sigh. "I'll run your damn maze."\n\n"Good!" Almost immediately there's the sound of stone grinding on stone again, though much louder this time, as part of one of the walls slowly slides inward and to the side. "Go on then, get started. I'll be watching you with great anticipation!"\n\nScowling, you set your shoulders and walk through the revealed doorway, and into a room that's at least double the size. On the three walls without a door in them are statues, one directly in the center of each, all of them elf women... or Drow women, you're guessing, from the dark stone used and the slightly more imposing set of the features. On your left, the statue is generous... extremely so... of hair, breast, and hip, with long luscious legs and in general looking more like a stylized wet dream than an actual person, the statue's expression showing a bright smile, it's flat and featureless eyes somehow seeming empty even without being blank. Directly ahead is a Drow that looks fairly normal... she's naked as well, and does have large breasts, but they're definitely not bigger than her head like the left-side statue's, her face set in a thoughtful, determined expression. On your right is a statue of a youngish Drow, probably still a child, slim and barely developed at all, with wide inquisitive eyes and a curious set to her mouth.\n\n"What kinda maze...?" you mutter to yourself.\n\n"A pervy kind!" a voice chirps from directly behind you.\n\n"GAH!" Jumping and whirling around, your knife in your hand, you stare at the sight before you. A skull carved of red stone, its sockets flickering with scarlet points of light, is hovering in the air in front of you. \n\n<img src=https://i.imgur.com/1JxrQFp.jpg>\n\nIts jaw moves as it continues in its cheerful, masculine voice. "Ol' Alrid's a bit of a lech, y'see. Obviously wouldn't make any sort of maze without having it be a bit on the lewd side, eh?"\n\n"... Great. And you are...?" you ask, slowly lowering your weapon and straightening up.\n\n"Name's Vix. Or title, or description, whatever. Basically I'm here to explain the challenges here in the early parts of the maze. Y'see these first few rooms, they're not just a matter of picking the right direction, you also have to challenge your brainmeats to consider questions. And rather than just writing the questions on the wall, here I am to explain them! Makes it all a bit more interesting, ya?"\n\n"So this maze comes with its own peanut gallery. Fantastic." Sheathing your knife, you let out a huff as you rest your hands on your hips. "Alright, so what's the question here?"\n\n"The question for this room iiiiiis..." Vix announces, wobbling back and forth and somehow managing to produce a drumroll sound. "What sort of woman does Alrid want to see here!"\n\nWell. You really should have guessed something like that. You turn back to the statues, frowning. Alrid's the guy who talked to you and is putting you through all this... so you don't know a lot about him other than what he's already said and the situation you find yourself in. Probably pretty safe to assume he's a Drow, from the statues and the demeanor. But what else do you know about him? Which statue would he think is the right one...?\n\n<hr>\n[[The sexbomb.|GGRogue]]\n\n[[The normal woman.|GGRogue]]\n\n[[The youth.|GGRogue]]

"Thanks! Okay, just step into this tube, it'll take you to the fast travel delivery drone that will get you where you need to go."\n\n"What, I'm just... going out?" You blink at that. "No training, no briefing? ... No gun?"\n\n"We don't issue our agents guns, there's too many variables there when it comes to the covert side of things. You'll have your knockout and taser darts, and if you need a more lethal weapon there's always the possibility of acquiring one on-site. There's no time for training, according to the bosses, so yeah, you're getting thrown into the deep end. Just don't panic, keep your head, listen closely, think creatively, and Boss will brief you on the way."\n\nNodding a bit dubiously, you step into the small, tube-shaped elevator, which quickly zips downward with lights flashing past you. In only a few seconds the door opens to show a room with a dull black thing about seven feet long, with four upright-turned turbines poking out from the sides of it. You're unable to help thinking that it looks a bit like a cross between a stealth bomber and a dildo as you climb up the side and into the open top, settling in and gripping the two handles on either side of your head, trying not to feel claustrophobic as the top closes over you and dim green internal lighting comes up. You only have the faintest sense of motion though as it starts to move, and then a holographic screen of Handler's face pops up in front of you.\n\n"Alright, Agent Cyan, this high speed drone will set you down near the insertion point in roughly twenty minutes. Before then I'll give you a basic rundown of the situation and your mission. Your target is a tank of AEA-9979, codename 'Anti-Pax'." Handler's image slides to the side, the rest of the screen filling with chemical diagrams and progress reports. "Anti-Pax was developed as an anti-personnel chemical weapon. It causes complete and total mindless aggression, a murderous psychotic state that can last for an extended period. The idea was that it could be used against dug-in targets on the battlefield, inspiring them to turn on each other and thin out their own numbers."\n\n"Or dump it on enemy civilian population centers as the ultimate terror weapon," you note sourly.\n\n"Which isn't the sort of thing that you want to say when you're going before congress for funding, but someone eventually did just that and the project was shuttered hard. Everything related to Anti-Pax was supposed to be destroyed, but one of the scientists working on it, Antonia Marks, was seduced by this man, Dmitri Asparadakopf." Now a pair of faces come up, one of a pretty, blue-eyed blonde woman in glasses and a lab coat, and a grizzled, stubble-headed man with an extremely distinctive scar and a dramatic scowl. "Our intel says that Dmitri has gotten Antonia to recreate Anti-Pax for him, and it looks like they probably have enough to blanket an entire city."\n\n"What city, though?" you ask, frowning thoughtfully. "The whole thing about weapons like that is that you have to be able to launch them. Wouldn't he only be a threat to anyone within missile range of his hideout?"\n\n"Your mother was right, you're good at thinking these things out. Yes, normally you'd be right, most chemical weapons are limited in use, and if it were a normal chemical weapon then Dmitri would not be nearly such a big threat. The problem is the exact issue that got the program shut down by congress... that Doctor Marks was working on a new method of distribution." The images are now replaced by a wireframe rendered illustration as Handler explains. "Through a chemical process, Anti-Pax can be rendered into small, inert crystals, relatively safe to handle with gloves and a surgical mask. It could then be seeded into clouds to induce rain... even a fleet of small drones like you could buy in almost any store, slightly modified, would be able to carry a load into the cloud layer and drop it. The Anti-Pax remains inert inside the rain as it falls and coats surfaces, but as the rain begins to dry and evaporate, becomes gaseous again. In aerosol form, Anti-Pax is molecularly dense enough to slip through clothing, normal seals, even gas masks. Virtually no one would be safe, especially as those affected by it frenzied and smashed their way through whatever few defenses could protect against it, like tightly airflow-sealed office buildings."\n\n"So basically a form that's <i>only</i> useful for attacking civilian populations."\n\n"A pure and utter tool of terror, and one that Dmitri could deploy almost anywhere in the world that he wished. He's been a mercenary for most of his adult life, we're not entirely certain whether he's gone out on his own or if he's working for someone else. But that's a question for another time... for now, your mission is to get inside his bunker, find the Anti-Pax, and neutralize it with a chemical agent devised by Fuchsia. Once we're certain that his stock of Anti-Pax is destroyed, we should have long enough to devise a proper strategy to have a strike team go in and capture him and Marks. Now, I want to stress, Cyan, that is your <i>only</i> task... Dmitri is extremely dangerous, and Marks shouldn't be discounted either, geniuses can take a strange turn when they finally step off the straight and narrow. Taking them down, or out as necessary, should be left to agents with more formal training and experience. All you need to do is get in, get to the tank, hook up the nullifier, and get back out. Myself, Fuchsia, and your mother will all be available over your comms to give you advice or answer your questions."\n\nThere's a faint thud as the sense of motion ceases, and the top of the drone slides open. You clamber out, and a panel on the side of it opens up and extends a drawer with a small silver cylinder with a belt clip inside. As you take it, Fuchsia's voice says, "Alright, Cyan, I've been able to acquire a general set of schematics for Asparadakopf's bunker. It's sealed up pretty tight, but there are two separate air vents about fifty feet apart. You need to go in the one that will be on your right when you're facing away from our delivery drone."\n\n"I've seen systems a lot like these before, dear," your mother speaks up as you approach the pair of large circular vents that sit slightly raised from the ground. "Alright, the sequence is really very simple. You check the panels and screws for sensors, disable those with the cloud spray from your belt, lift the grate from the left side, drop an EMP pellet down the side of the shaft, and then drop down."\n\n"Okay, I've got it," you say with a nod as you look at the grates. Alright, that was-\n\n<hr>\n[[Vent on the left while facing away, check the panels and screws for sensors, disable those with cloud spray, lift the grate from the right side, drop an EMP pellet.|GGSpy]]\n\n[[Vent on the right while facing away, check the panels and screws for sensors, disable those with an EMP pellet, lift the grate from the left side, drop a cloud spray.|GGSpy1cx1]]\n\n[[Vent on the right while facing away, check the panels for sensors, disable those with cloud spray, lift the grate from the left side, drop an EMP pellet.|GGSpy]]\n\n[[Vent on the right while facing away, check the panels and screws for sensors, disable those with cloud spray, lift the grate from the left side, drop an EMP pellet.|GGSpy1x4]]\n\n[[Vent on the right while facing towards, check the panels and screws for sensors, disable those with cloud spray, lift the grate from the left side, drop an EMP pellet.|GGSpy]]

Probably best not to take chances, arrogance is the downfall of many a thief, right? You find a lower rooftop that gives you a good angle of approach, then throw yourself forward over the spiked top of the gate, landing in a roll and coming up already running, dashing across the darkened yard and whirling to put your back up against the wall before sinking into a squat. You take a long look around to make sure you haven't attracted any attention, listening closely for sounds of movement either outside or within. Not catching anything, you lean down and take a closer look through the window. Looks about like what you'd expect from a basement in this setting... a lot of wine racks, some crates and barrels, looks like every NPC house storage you've ever looted in Skyrim. Hm... better check the window for traps, though.\n\nAt the thought, your hand dips reflexively into the pouch at your side and comes up with a pair of goggles. Ah, these must be what you use to check for magical traps! Slipping them on, you take a close look at the window and its frame, looking for traps either mundane or fantastical. But after a bit all you can find is a slight, permanenced 'slick' spell, probably done so that the hinges and whatnot won't have to actually be maintenanced to stay dust-free and silent. Heh, silent works for you! Putting the goggles on, you undo the surprisingly simple lock, then swing yourself in through the window feet-first.\n\nYou can't quite suppress a yelp of surprise when your legs strike an invisibly barrier a bit inside the window, the jolt knocking your lower body downward and yanking you off-course, sending you dropping. You make an instinctive grab for the windowsill, only for your fingers to slide right off it with a faint wet feeling... the slick spell! You try to brace to land properly on the floor, only to jerk and wind up even more off-balance as you drop right through it as if it weren't there. Instead you strike against a stone tunnel at an angle, rocketing down it with a speed and sensation that says it's been slicked-up too. You can feel yourself curving and twisting back and forth, until there's a sudden drop and you plummet downward, striking a stone floor jarringly and laying there stunned, groaning quietly over the sound of stone grinding on stone.\n\nBy the time you manage to get your wits about you and stand up, it's to find you're in a small, completely featureless stone room. There's no sign on the ceiling or walls of the tunnel that must have dropped you here, nor of any exit. Pushing down the urge to panic, you walk over to a wall and run your hands along it, looking for any seams or latches. Nothing. There's no grates or openings, either, just a ten foot by ten foot room as bare and empty as a DM's soul.\n\n"Well well well. It seems I've finally snagged myself a thief."\n\nYou jump at the low, almost sultry male voice that suddenly booms from everywhere around you, as if it was coming from every single surface of the room at once. "Uh, heeeey, I think there's been a mistake-" you start.\n\n"Oh, no mistake. You were sneaking in through the basement... hardly the actions of some upright citizen. Besides, whatever your intentions were, they're irrelevant now," the voice cuts in. "You've been trapped. And now there's only one way out. You see, when I was originally assigned to this post, I grew quite bored. So I had my spellcasters create a little... entertainment maze for me down here. Something to catch thieves in. Alas, all I've been able to put through it were a few street rats snagged for tests, but you seem like you might actually be a competent sort, so this should be more fun than they were."\n\nOh great, you've been caught by the fantasy equivalent of an aspiring supervillain. "And what if I don't want to go through your maze, huh?" you ask, scowling. \n\n"Then stay exactly where you are. Forever," the voice answers evenly. "Oh, and I do mean 'forever'... you see, I took into account that if this room did snare an intruder, I might be too busy to notice or attend to it for awhile... you merely happened to catch me in the midst of some light reading. But the walls are enchanted with a sustenance and age resistance spell. Stay down there a week, a month, ten centuries, you'll still be in the exact same condition you are right now. Well, physically, anyway. I certainly can't guarantee your mental state. So what will it be, girl? You can try the maze, and if you make it through and entertain me, I'll even reward you and let you go free at the end. Or... you can stay in this box until I think you're ripe."\n\n<hr>\n[[Agree to run the maze.|GGRogue16x2]]\n\n[[Refuse.|GGRogue]]

Walking out into ever-increasing snow just doesn't seem like a good idea. Despite having little to occupy your mind other than your worries, you'll just have to do your best to shelter in place and hope that a good samaritan comes along. \n\nAbout twenty minutes later you're still doing your best to focus on the idea of someone helpful finding you when you hear a bump against your window. You blink and turn your head reflexively, then lurch so hard to the side you almost wind up in the passenger seat. There's a reindeer outside! It's not the most fearsome sight, but the sheer surprise caused you to give a rather undignified yelp. But there the big, cream-furred beast is right outside your car, staring in at you with big dark eyes from above its chocolate-colored muzzle. Once you get past the initial fright and calm your heart a little, it's actually rather a beautiful creature... you've seen them before, obviously, in movies and in a few parades and such, but this is the first time seeing one up close. Of course, it is a <i>big</i> beast, so you quell your rather instinctive desire to get out and pet it.\n\nIt doesn't seem to be making any aggressive motions, though. It's just looking in at you in a way that seems somehow... expectant? It tilts its head, then gives a little jerking motion towards one shoulder. It stares at you again for several moments, before repeating the motion.\n\nIs it... is it actually telling you to get out of the car...?\n\n<hr>\n[[Get out.|HollyXmas]]\n\n[[Stay put.|HollyXmas]]

The high Minikin dexterity makes them a good fit for the DPS-based thief class, so that seems like a natural fit, you think as you click on it. The Minikin boy does his excited jump as his shorts turn into leather pants, a pouch-covered strap appearing across his chest, soft-looking boots taking shape on his feet. Nice morph effects, you muse as you watch.\n\nBut instead of character customization, you get something about traits. They look like fairly typical bonus aspects, so you're not sure what all the fuss is about... they're pretty vague, too, hm.\n\n<center>Choose your hero's trait!</center>\n\n[[Long Odds|GGWOWplaceholder]] - Your character is the luckiest thief, pickpocket, and gambler in the world! ... as long as they don't push that luck. Eventually your thief's luck will always run out, if you don't learn to get out while you're ahead. (So probably a gradually increasing bonus to certain thief skills, but if you keep using it in a short period of time, eventually you'll get a "crash".)\n\n[[Always a Way|GGWOWplaceholder]] - When more traditional methods don't seem to work, there will always be a way for your character to find a way out of a bad situation... they just might not like it very much. (So probably you'll get some sort of "escape" ability, but it will come at the price of status effects or stat minuses or something.)\n\n[[Gold Lust|GGWOWplaceholder]] - Your character is obsessed with accumulating wealth, and will be better at it than almost anyone out there... but they'll also be inclined to making questionable or even outright bad decisions when it comes to the temptation of treasure, and can be driven to those by the idea of being broke. (So probably you'll get more loot, but also get some sort of status effect in certain areas or if your cash amount is below a certain point.)

"I guess that one?" You point at the botany option. What are the raptors even going to do with exotic species of flowers, anyway? Give girls bouquets before pouncing and molesting them? It seems the most harmless of the lot, anyway.\n\nYour minder squints at your selection, then gives you a look that's almost annoyed. You suspect that he's guessed at your line of thought. Except that then he grins toothily again, and you suddenly begin to doubt yourself. Snagging you by the upper arm again, he leads you towards a newly-opened door and down a long hallway. You're brought into some sort of control room, with windows looking in on what looks like a section of... well, outside. There are interior walls surrounding it and a roof, but it's got grassy turf instead of a floor and it's even been decorated with rocks and a few of the plants you saw on the island. Probably supposed to replicate outside conditions, to prove that the plants can grow here.\n\nYou're given a push towards the control panel, and eye the touchscreen dubiously. There's really not a lot of information here... it looks like you select a variety of plant, then select pollen, or something like that, to fertilize it with. You'd think it would take days or weeks to get results from something like that... but then, none of this makes sense. There's really no description of what the plants are... just the names. Looks like you'll just have to pick one and fly blind, hoping you get something that pleases your captors enough to not put you on the menu (or eat you up in other ways).\n\n<hr>\n\n<i>[[Bastianus Trapicus|RaptorPlantsplaceholder]]\n\n[[Bastianus Animus|RaptorPlantsplaceholder]]\n\n[[Aphrodesus Agua|RaptorPlantsplaceholder]]\n\n[[Marlborus Odiosus|RaptorPlantsplaceholder]]</i>

<img src=https://i.imgur.com/0Xnb1mq.png>\n\nAgain, if you were to actually live here, you probably would have gone much larger and more elaborate for the sleeping space. As it is, since it's just a place to flop for awhile and fuck a few of your playthings, or take an accelerated virtual nap to replenish your mind, you went with aesthetic over function or elaborateness. A simple bed has its head against one wall, the mattresses on it a form of memory foam so perfect that it could only exist in a virtual space. To one side of the bed is a window looking out on the cloudscape. There are various decorations and accoutremants, such as the stuff on the shelf above the bed or the telescope to one side of it, but overall this is a comfy, cozy little 'let's fuck' space.\n\nIt does, of course, also have a large amount of open, empty floorspace for your eventual "action figure" collection.\n\n<hr>\n[[Bathroom.|Capture-HabBR]]\n\n[[Upper Level.|Capture-HabUL]]

You grunt and roll over on your futon, slapping at your cell phone to shut off the alarm. Great song to wake up to, still annoying to wake up to it all the same.\n\nYou sit up rubbing at your head, then blink, glancing around your apartment before looking down at yourself. ... Did something... happen? You kind of feel like it's weird that you're waking up in bed looking and feeling perfectly normal. You pat your currently bare chest, and cup your B-cups, giving them a squeeze, before running your hands down your stomach and cupping your pussy. Mmf... no, everything feels completely normal. Must've been just a weird dream...\n\nYou lean back a bit, trying to recall any of the dream, and incidentally starting to slowly rub and stroke your pussy without really thinking about it. You kinda feel like... mm, okay, well right now you mostly feel kinda wet...\n\n... Oh shit you set the alarm for a reason!\n\nYanking your hand away, you scramble out of bed, grabbing a convenient pair of shimapan and hauling them on, blushing just a bit as you feel them soak up a bit of the juices you'd gotten flowing. Dammit, now you'll have to deal with that all day, because as usual you only gave yourself <i>just</i> enough time to wake up promptly and get to school. (You will learn nothing from this.) You similarly quickly haul on your uniform, grab your phone and bag, and shuffle-run to the entryway, slipping your feet into your shoes and tapping them on before hurrying out.\n\nAt least you're practiced enough at this by now that despite as usual racing out with <i>just</i> enough time, you still manage to stop in the convenience store for on-the-go breakfast and snacks, and then make your train. There's still that vague sense that there's something weird that happened and you shouldn't just be going about your routine today... or maybe that's just your aborted masturbation this morning. Sigh.\n\nLuckily the usual drudgery of a school day drives most of those thoughts out of your mind, though it is a little embarrassing changing for gym and seeing the blot of dried juices on your panties when you change, both quickly shoving them in your locker and just as quickly donning them when taking them out to make sure none of the other girls notices.\n\nAfter class, you head to the club room. You pause outside of it, again with the vague sense that something happened that means that everything shouldn't be quite normal behind this door. But after a moment you reach out and slide it open, stepping through.\n\n"Good afternoon, Shian," Mayumi says warmly, already pouring you a cup of her usual ridiculously black (and ridiculously good) tea.\n\n"Heyhey," Nyoko calls distractedly from where she's taking something apart over in the corner.\n\n"Sh-Shian, good afternoon," Kuro adds.\n\n"Yooo~," Mika calls from beside her, raising a hand.\n\n"Like, good ta see ya, bae," Keiko adds, blowing you a kiss over her decorated nails.\n\n"Hello Shian! Hm, is something wrong?" Rina asks as she collects the latest stack of slips from the suggestion box, giving you a concerned glance. "You seem a little off."\n\n"Ah, no. Just had a weird dream last night I think, but I can't remember it," you reply, wagging a hand dismissively as you walk over to the table.\n\nNyoko immediately pokes her head up over the side of the table despite not seeming to have crossed the room, making you give a startled jump. "Could be a genetic memory, stored in the collective unconscious." \n\nYou eye her briefly, then take a wrapped square of cheese-flavored bread out of your bag and give it a short drop onto her face, at which she makes a yip of mingled annoyance and gratitude, immediately unwrapping it and starting to munch.\n\n"Well, everyone, we've got a goodly number of potential things to examine, looks like! I think our club is really gaining ground among the school body as an investigative force!" Rina chirps as she walks over and spreads the stack of suggestion slips out on the table. "Here, Shian, why don't you pick one?"\n\nYou nod and reach towards the slips, then pause. ... This seems really familiar? ... Eh, this is a standard club activity, after all. So you shrug and snag one essentially at random, looking at it and reading the title line aloud.\n\n<hr>\n[["The mystery circle in room 217-A."|GGJSMysteryCircle1]]\n\n[["The haunted hot springs hotel."|GGJS]]\n\n[["Alien base in the old reptile house."|GGJS]]\n\n[["The black dogs of doom."|GGJSBlackDogs1]]\n\n[["Mind control phone apps."|GGJS]]\n\n[["Secret evil organization in the entertainment district."|GGJS]]

"Do you need any help with it?"\n\n"Now of course not, honey, I've got everything prepped and it's practically on the table already. We'll have plenty to do getting Thanksgiving dinner ready so no need to worry about that!"\n\nWhich you knew you were in for, the general 'sit back and relax' (until you need to go into overdrive for The Big Dinner), so you lodge only a few token protests before allowing yourself to relax. Soon your father returns from his outing and the two of you hug and greet each other as well... he looks pretty much every inch the Handsome Working Farmer Getting On In Years that you'd find in old romance books back before everyone got obsessed with Scottish lairds and time-traveling Vikings. In any event, after dinner the three of you sit by the fire sipping glasses of cider and catching up on all the various doings going on in your life and theirs, as well as no small amount of gossip (which your father pretends to be so frustrated about having to hear and yet never once leaves the room even when his cider runs out), and finally to bed.\n\nYou awaken early in the morning partly from conditioned habit and partly from the noise of your parents getting up, which is how it became conditioned habit for whenever you're visiting home even if you sleep in until true degenerate hours when you're at home. (Almost 8am some days.) At breakfast you're unsurprised at your parents announcing they have chores around the farm pretty much all day, and you assure them you can roam around and have fun on your own. Which... on the farm basically means roaming around and incidentally finding various chores to do, but that is part of the "coming home experience".\n\nOnce your parents have headed out on their own errands, you indulge your city slicker-ness by lingering around long enough to watch some TV and check the news so that it's actually light outside when you go. You head to the garage barn and start up one of the four-wheelers, since it's the best way to roam around, and set off across the property, enjoying the slightly chilly but not outright cold weather. And of course the scenery! The farm is a beautiful stretch of country any time, but autumn's always been your favorite time here.\n\nEventually you do spot something to do... a bit of fence that's fallen. (Either your dad's fence-checking yesterday missed this, it's new, or he just didn't get out this way. Many possibilities.) It's old, simple fence intended for not much more than marking the edge of the property, so it's really just two long posts stretched between shorter posts sticking out of the ground and either tied there or nailed into place, and the top one has fallen down on one side. Welp, you're here, and this is the sort of chore you do when you're here!\n\nYou pull the four-wheeler up to the fence and stop it, then climb off and check its storage box. Hm... no hammer and nails, but some rope, that'll do for a temp fix at least. Some work gloves too so there's that! You get out and head over to the fence, humming a Christmas tune to yourself as you do.\n\nAs you're bending to pick up the fence band, something almost catches your eye among the trees of the forest further off. Your brain doesn't give you the 'Danger!' flash but there is a sort of weird tingle down your spine...\n\n<hr>\n[[Look.|HollyNov3x1]]\n\n[[Don't look.|HollyNov2x5]]

Yeaaah growing up on a farm waaay out in the country has led to you learning to tell the difference between the feeling that something is Dangerous and that something is Weird. And when something feels Weird the best thing to do is just... ignore it. Ignore it, don't look at it, go on with your life, pretend you never noticed it.\n\nSo you keep your eyes strictly on what you're doing, not looking up from the fence as you get it back into position and start tying the length of rope around it, winding it good and tight before even starting to think about a knot. Somewhere in the midst of you doing so you catch a bit more movement out of the corner of your eye, and that weird tingle in your spine disappears. Oh good the thing that wasn't happening has stopped happening that's nice. You will now pretend that never happened. This is not at all a common thing you did dozens of times throughout your childhood on the farm and a motivating factor in moving away!\n\nHa! Ha! Ha!\n\nAhem. Soon you're back on the four-wheeler and zooming along, keeping your gaze on the mostly cleared and tended land ahead rather than the distant treeline. Just in case. Mmf... seems like every year though you forget what riding one of these is like. In a rather wine-soaked conversation you and your mother both admitted that the four-wheelers were basically 'vibrators on tires'. It's not a very <i>targeted</i> vibration but it is still sort of getting things going.\n\n... Hm. Y'know... it's not like it's that cold out here, and you're basically waaaay out far from anyone else. In fact it's a really lovely day, there's still some nice green grass right over therrrre...\n\n<hr>\n[[Stop and do some, ahem, sunbathing.|HollyNov]]\n\n[[Nah.|HollyNov]]

Ehhh. It will still be open for a few more days on your way back, if you still feel the urge, and that way it's more of a 'your own time' situation. Right now you already feel kind of like you're on family time and therefore ought to get on it.\n\nBy mid-late afternoon you're well and truly Out In The Country™ now and almost to the farm. You turn off the road and drive up to the outermost gate, leaning out to type your code in so it will open for you. The farm itself is quite large, with most of the buildings not even visible from the road... your family used to own even more land, but sold most of it for things like mineral rights and whatnot back in your grandparents' day.\n\n... Look you're a professional holiday blogger with her own home and car, you never pretended you didn't come from money to pull that off, okay?\n\nSoon the house is coming into view, a very classical-styled building that's been well-maintained and occasionally updated without sacrificing its original look. As you're getting out of the car, your mother is already coming out and crossing the porch to meet you. She's, well, basically You But Country Girl Edition... actually wouldn't you be Her But City Slicker edition? Not that there's a whole ton of difference, both of you are wearing snug jeans that show off your hips and rears, she's just wearing a tight white T-shirt under a blue flannel shirt left open in front, while you're wearing a snug sweater. She's definitely aged well... the two of you <i>have</i> genuinely been mistaken for sisters before. (Which obviously has to be due to her seeming younger than she is and is in no way a commentary on your appearance, <i>right</i>?)\n\n"Holly~!" she chirps happily, flinging her arms apart as she gets close.\n\n"Mom~!" you answer in the same tone, similarly flinging your arms wide and then both of you hugging each other tight.\n\n<hr>\n[["I've missed you!" Pat her back.|HollyNov2x3]]\n\n[["Mmm, I've missed you." Grab her ass.|HollyNov]]

"Missed you too, dear," your mom says, pecking you on the cheek after giving you another quick squeeze, then stepping back. "Of course you know you're welcome to come up any time, or even move back! We've got faster internet than we used to!"\n\n"Thanks, Mom, but living in Deviville just works for me for a lot of reasons," you assure her, just a bit sheepishly. It always feels ungrateful, somehow, to say that you're more content living in your own house and having your own life than you would be living in your old room from when you were ten. The two of you snag the bags out of the back, heading inside to carry them up.\n\n"Ah well, can't blame a mom for trying," she notes with a snicker. "Anyway, your father will be home in a bit, dear, he just went out to check a few of the fences."\n\n"Oh?" you ask. "And what about-"\n\n<hr>\n[[-your little brother?|HollyNov]]\n\n[[-your little sister?|HollyNov]]\n\n[[-your big sister?|HollyNov]]\n\n[[-dinner?|HollyNov2x4]]\n\n[[-wine?|HollyNov]]

Hm. While you do love to host a Thanksgiving (or "Friendsgiving" if you want to be ultra-trendy), there are obvious benefits to going to visit your family for it instead. One, less cleanup for you, two, visiting your immediate family for Thanksgiving means you have a perfectly good excuse to skip out on the much more massive Christmas gathering which can be much more trying on your nerves (and also requires driving in worse weather, usually).\n\nHonestly a pretty big win-win there.\n\nYou do some emailing and phone chatting with your parents, and decide that you'll spend the whole week of Thanksgiving with them. Which ought to be pleasant enough, it's been, well, a year or so since you were up to the farm. Since you have plenty of leadup you take your time with packing everything you might need, as well as going ahead and bringing some various gifts since you might not be there for Christmas, and eventually set off down the road.\n\nMuch as you expected, the weather is nice and clear, just starting to get a bit cold but not icy or with any snow. Roughly at the half-way point, when you're fairly well out into the country, you see a sign that was definitely not there last year... one that's obviously spray paint on plywood, but at the very least done with stencils and with the letters lined up neatly.\n\n<center>'Autumnfest!\nJam/Cider/Meat/More!\nPony and hay rides! Haybale maze! Antiques! More!\nOctober 1st - December 1st!</center>\n\nThe last line is some directions for where to turn off. Oho, looks like someone's set themselves up a little tourist trap out here since the last time you were by. ... You are particularly vulnerable to those, considering your proclivities and profession. You doubt you'd be able to get out of there in anything under than three hours, at the least, which would put you as either arriving well into the night or needing to stop somewhere for the night and actually arrive in the morning. (Your parents would understand. They have met you before, after all.) Hm... give in to temptation?\n\n<hr>\n[[Yes.|HollyNov]]\n\n[[No.|HollyNov2x2]]

"Whew. You know, my dear... Permanence," he says, interrupting himself briefly as he rests a hand against the back of your head, a brief glow of power surrounding both. "You know, my dear, I think this is the start of a beautiful relationship." He unceremoniously flips you over onto your back, leaving you staring at the ceiling instead as he tugs and yanks your pants further down, relieving you of both them and your boots and tossing them aside negligently.\n\nHe spreads your legs apart and lifts them under the knee, positioning you with your feet on the carpet. "When I exiled myself from the rest of the Drow, it was partly because I couldn't stand to... Fertility," he murmurs, resting a hand briefly on your belly. You continue to stare at the ceiling as he raises his hand from the spell and then thrusts back into you, starting to pump quickly, his voice taking on a breathy quality from the pleasure. "Couldn't stand to be bossed around and bullied by the sadistic bitches of Drow society. I thought I'd given up on finding a meaningful relationship!"\n\nHe smirks as he leans forward, bracing his hands to either side of your head and looking down at your blank, unresponsive face as he pounds his cock into you, using your newly receptive pussy to jerk off his long, thick midnight-colored cock. "But now I think I've found the perfect wife. Quiet, agreeable, and certainly isn't going to... argue with me about... how to raise... the children," he gasps out as he slams in deep and pours his second load into you, knocking you up as certainly as a sunrise.\n\nPanting as he finishes, he pulls out and slaps his still-mostly-hard cock against the front of your crotch a few times. "The cooking and cleaning may lack a little... hm... maybe a collar with a modified set of geas spells with activation phrases? Yes, that might work out nicely. Might even work for tending the children when they come," he adds with a snicker, patting your belly. "It's not exactly a ring, but then you don't care about fancy things, do you dear?"\n\nNo, can't say as you do.\n\n<b>Gamer Girl Rogue</b> end - <i>A Drow male's perfect wife</i>

"'Kay," you agree, falling into step behind him, though you wind up catching up to walk beside him since he's not the steadiest thing in the world. You're not sure why you're going with a strange drunk in the middle of the school day but apparently you are. Suddenly you remember a wild dream you had when you went on that camping trip with Aunt Kelly... it had sort of fallen out of your head in the midst of everything that happened afterward, what with you going half-blind, but you remember feeling like this a lot during it, that some things were just 'right'. Now you feel compelled to once again make the decisions that feel right, and strangely enough for now that means going with this guy. So you leave the school fields with him (hello detention... maybe), and are soon walking through town. He seems to get steadier and his stride more sure as he goes... though that does make it difficult to steer him away when he passes the liquor store again, leaving you to push against his stomach muttering, "No no no", though oddly you yourself feel much the same reaction to the idea of going inside, whereas you've never really felt that drawn to drinking before.\n\nBut eventually the two of you approach a hotel. 'Yeah, this isn't suspicious at all,' you think dryly, even as you walk with the blonde over to one of the rooms and watch him swipe the keycard and shove the door open.\n\n"You're later than I told you to be but still earlier than expected, so there's that," the man waiting inside the room says, glancing at his watch. His thick black hair is also done up in braids, though more orderly ones and with expensive-looking little silver decorations attached here and there. His own beard is close-cropped, cheeks and the underside of his jaw shaved to leave a careful line of hair along his jaw and surrounding his mouth. He's also dressed rather better, albeit not terribly formally, wearing an expensive-looking black sport coat and pants over a black silk shirt with the top few buttons undone. Though he's leaner than the other man, almost a bit lanky, when he stands he's at least half a foot taller. His green eyes look you up and down, before he nods. "Still, good job."\n\n"I'm not incompetent," the blonde declares proudly, flopping down in the room's chair and causing it to creak dangerously. "Things just... happen. And sometimes they're my fault. But sometimes <i>not</i>!" he adds, pointing emphatically.\n\n"Yeees true." The black-haired man steps towards you, giving you a charming smile. "Well. Certainly not what I would have expected after all these years, but, it's what it is. It's good to see you again."\n\n"Uh... yeah." You glance back and forth between them (having to turn your head slightly more than you used to in order to do so). "Listen, you seem kind of familiar, but I don't actually remember you, or know why you seem to know me."\n\nBoth of them raise their eyebrows in almost perfect sync, looking at each other, which makes you notice a lot more of the similarities in their faces. The taller man clears his throat. "I see, you don't actually remember. Well, that's fine, it's understandable. You see, you are Odin."\n\n"... what," you answer in monotone, giving him half of a flat-eyed look.\n\n"Odin, the Allfather. And our father, as well," he continues, flicking a hand between himself and the seated blonde. "I am Loki, that is Thor. And no, we're not actors, or insane, and this is not any sort of reality show."\n\n"I mean, if you were actors it's not the best casting," you mutter. "You guys look closer to Jared Padalecki and Jensen Ackles than Chris Hemsworth and Tom Hiddleston."\n\n"An interesting notion, and I appreciate the comparison to a dashing man of action like Dean," Loki replies, his eyes sparkling, before he almost pouts a little as you give him a rather pitying smile. "Sam? Really?" He presses his lips together, eyes squinting in a look of accepting pain as he bobs his head. "It's the height, isn't it? It's the height."\n\n"You, brother," Thor declares, pointing emphatically again. "Are a <i>nerd</i>."\n\n"Oh, go to hell, mister fantasy football addict."\n\n"Ahem!" you call, causing both of them to look at you again. "Could you maybe explain what the fuck you're actually talking about?"\n\n"Alright, alright." Loki holds up his hands placatingly. "So some time ago now, likely, you had a dream, yes? And in that dream you saw a man on a tree, and then you took his place on that tree, all of this sound about right?"\n\n"... Yeah," you answer slowly. "But I also remember the start of that dream. It was supposed to be a quest for a name, not... godhood or something, especially not a foreign god."\n\n"The man on the tree was Odin... or, a symbol of him, but in the Dream it's all the same. The thing is, you didn't just see him, you <i>took his place</i>. The only name you could possibly take from such a thing is 'Odin', and much like symbols, names in the Dream and being that thing are sometimes one and the same. You took the name Odin, now you <i>are</i> Odin."\n\n"So wait wait wait wait." You wag your hands to either side of your head as you give it a shake. "You're telling me that I had a dream about going on a vision quest for my name in accordance with my Native American heritage, and I wound up with the name and the soul or whatever of a <i>Norse</i> deity?"\n\n"The Dream belongs to no one, and is everyone's," Thor declares loftily, before gesturing at you. "Besides, your heritage is mingled, it is as likely you have the blood of our ancestors in you as any other. Your dream was to walk these lands, and Norsemen were some of the first outlanders to arrive here from over the sea, bringing their gods with them." \n\n"Oh so it's not so much Supernatural as it is an entirely different TV show," you mutter. Then you blink as Thor unplugs the lamp from the desk beside him and proffers it to you. "What?"\n\n"Oh, no, it's just that you seemed to be enjoying the lampshades so much I thought you might want this one," he deadpans, raising his eyebrows. \n\nYou accept the lamp from him and proceed to casually smash it over his head, leaving him lolled in the chair as you turn back to Loki. "Alright, so... let's say I believe all this. That because of the dream I had where I went looking for my name, I found Odin's name, now I'm Odin, and among other things that's why I can't see out of one eye. About on track so far?" At his nod, you add, "So what now? I mean, what exactly is it you want from me?"\n\n"Well. To be quite frank, we'd like you to come on adventures with us," Loki replies, just a bit of a wry lift to one corner of his mouth.\n\n"Adventurrrrre!" Thor calls, thrusting a fist in the air without raising his head.\n\n"Adventures," you repeat, rather flatly. \n\n"Look, much like your journey through the Dream, journeys through the real world have meaning for people like us," Loki says, gesturing with his hands as he speaks. "A defining aspect of Odin, Loki, and Thor was them journeying about, getting in and out of trouble, encountering strange things and doing amazing feats."\n\n"So recreating that will, what... give you more power? Help you not fade away?"\n\n"It certainly helps with those things, yes," Loki replies, then shrugs. "But also, it's fun."\n\n"Adventures..." Thor straightens up in his seat, grinning broadly. "Are fun."\n\n"It's part of who we are, this journeying, it makes us feel... fulfilled, whole," Loki continues, a hand curling through the air in front of his heart. "Eventually you'll feel it too, in some form or fashion. Obviously, we'd like you to just go ahead and start adventuring with us."\n\n"We could begin today, this hour, this moment. We shall strike out! Begin our adventures!" Thor declares, obviously starting to brim over with enthusiasm, though Loki shows no signs of reining him in, instead standing there with a smile, green eyes glittering.\n\n<hr>\n[[This is crazy.|Odin]]\n\n[[... but fun, you're in!|Odin]]\n\n[[Let the sexy adventures begin!|Odin]]\n\n

"It's my time to be you," you inform the dead man.\n\n"As you will, suffer and grow," he counsels you in return.\n\nAnd then you're where he was, the roots coiling around your lower body slowly, inevitably, and constantly crushing you, your bloodstained hands twisted into the trunk, your upper body shoved forward and presented to existence and the cold and wind of it. And you suffer. You suffer silently, in a way that your body doesn't truly know, staring out into the darkness of the depths and turning this over and over again in your mind, wondering why you chose this, wondering why you did this, wondering why this is happening to you.\n\nAnd after a millennia, after an eon, after an eternity, a single thought thrums through your whole body.\n\n'Life is suffering. Death is release. But life is life, and death is death.'\n\nYou gasp loudly, jerking a bit in your sleeping bag before settling, laying there staring, your body sweaty beneath the baggy shirt and pants you're wearing, the enclosure of the bag feeling stiffling and... crushing. You quickly unzip it and shove out of it, your aunt murmuring and shifting quietly in her own sleeping bag beside you. Pulling on your shoes, you step out into the still dark morning air, looking around as you rub at your upper arms. Yes, this is reality, everything's real, and you had... a hell of a dream. ... Something seems odd, though. Frowning, you take a look around again, is everything sort of... askew, or tilted maybe? After a moment you try closing one eye, okay, no change, you open that eye and close the other, and everything goes dark.\n\n... Oh. Well, shit.\n\nNaturally your aunt freaks out pretty bad when she wakes up and very hastily drives you back to civilization. The doctor at the hospital examines your eye but can find nothing wrong, and neither does the specialist they call in, so it's off to get a brain scan, but nothing there either. And then you get home and repeat the entire process with your parents. After more scans, more examinations, they simply can't find any physical reason that you've gone blind in one eye. Eventually it's simply decided to keep watch on it and keep bringing you in for scans occasionally, and in the meantime just pretend there's something wrong with your eye and cover it up because apparently that makes more sense than continuing to treat it as healthy but nonfunctional.\n\nAnd so, that whole affair having pretty much eaten up your summer, you return to school looking a bit like one of those anime characters that wants to make themselves look more unique than day-glo hair colors can provide. (Meaning they have you wearing a white padded medical eyepatch because gotta keep your perfectly healthy eye from being damaged since we're treating it as if it were already damaged. Or something. Honestly after the last few months you sort of tuned everyone out since they seemed to be talking over your head to your parents anyway most of the time.) Specifically you're in your gym clothes and out running the fields, currently alone since you had to spend some time convincing the coach that being blind in one eye didn't make your legs stop working. Your breath fogs a little with your puffs of breath, glad to be able to get back to physical activity after everyone treating you with kid gloves all summer, apparently afraid you'd jar loose the cloaked brain tumor in your head or something.\n\nYou almost trip over someone who's flopped in the running field ahead of you, apparently having done so somewhere between everyone else finishing up their run and you starting yours, since there was no commotion. You have to hop back a bit to avoid stepping on him, staring at the sprawled form of a rather large man in a flannel shirt and battered, stained jeans and workboots, blonde hair done up in a number of braids of different sizes as well as some of it being left loose. Weirdly you don't have any feeling of apprehension towards him, he actually seems familiar somehow. "Uh... hello?"\n\n"BWUH!" The man shoves himself up with his hands, looking back and forth blearily, a bit of dirt and grass in his thick and largely untrimmed beard. He stares at you for a moment, eyes apparently struggling a bit to focus, before he grins. "Ah... it's you!" He shoves himself up further, clambering to his feet a bit unsteadily. He opens his mouth as if to speak, before his upper body wobbles to one side, prompting him to hold up a single finger. "Wait." He shifts to the other side, obviously just barely sober enough to be standing at all. "Wait." His head sags back and takes his torso with it, the only thing remaining in place being his hand with the 'just a second' finger up, leaving him apparently staring at the sky. "... Wait." He pops back up, braids flung over his shoulders before many of them settle back, and he blinks a few times at being upright again, before grinning once more. "Yeah okay we're good, alright, yes, wonderful."\n\nNow that he's on his feet, you can see that he's pretty toned, but also with a bit of a gut, like a toned down version of some of the 'power lifters' you've seen in youtube videos. Or maybe like the guy who played the Mountain on Game of Thrones, he's pretty damn tall too, probably six and a half feet at the very least. He brings a hand up to run it over his hair, then grins and steps forward, clapping his big hands to your shoulders. "It's you. I've missed you!"\n\n"Uh... thanks?" you reply, blinking.\n\n"Of course. Now, follow me, I've delayed too long already, but I passed by a liquor store and they have so many interesting bottles to draw the eye," the blonde declares, turning and setting off purposefully towards the fence.\n\n<hr>\n[["What the actual fuck are you on about?"|Odin]]\n\n[["Yeah okay."|Odin1x2]]

Right, it's still a few weeks away, you can do a fundraiser for plane tickets in that time... you'd arrive at the event way fresher and with a lot less fuss, plus you imagine your coach would be much happier at not having to drive all that distance.\n\nOf course, plane tickets aren't free. You're still going to have to raise the money for them, and as captain it's up to you to do it. The school will still help out with providing certain materials, since you are a sports class after all, but you'll have to be the one to arrange everything.\n\n[[Car Wash|SKCWStart]] - Probably the easiest way to make money, at least. It's late spring, between pollen and light dust rains people need their cars washed often, you could put in a handful of hours on the weekends and probably make the money.\n\n[[Door-to-Door Candy|SKCanStart]] - A faster way than the car wash, though you might have to put in some more time. Still, cute girls selling sweets door-to-door, you think you could pull this off.\n\n[[Bake Sale|SKMIStart]] - Probably the most boring way of raising the money, since you'd just sit there and wait for people to come by.

Huh. You'd have expected to see a username like that on the podcasts or audiobooks sections, not so much the 'motivational' side. More curious than ever, you click on the username and check out their page.\n\nFrom reading the bio and glancing over some of the uploads, it looks like they really are dedicated to the idea that alien life exists and is both interested in and active on Earth. The "motivational" audio seems to be centered around accepting this fact and welcoming the aliens as wonderful, positive things that will change Earthling life for the better. Ah so it's some weird blend of anti-xenophobia and subjugation fetish fantasy. ... Hm, you're not even really shocked by that at this point, but you guess that's what comes of growing up online in the 21st century.\n\nWell whether it's some sort of fantasy or someone's sincere beliefs, they certainly seem dedicated to the bit. And in fact someone seems equally dedicated to the bit of opposing them... there's a user named "TerranRebel76" that replies (usually repeatedly) to every one of AliensAmongYou's uploads absolutely raging at them, alternately calling them a traitor to the human race or an alien infiltrator trying to bring the entire planet down. There are a few mentions of 'uploads to combat [AliensAmongYou's] agenda' so it sounds like TerranRebel76 has also made some "motivational" audios. Heh, maybe the raging is just how they promote things.\n\n<hr>\n[[Try one of AliensAmongYou's audios.|GGME]]\n\n[[Try one of TerranRebel76's audios.|GGME]]

"Motivational", huh? You're betting you know what that means. Curious as much as anything to see if you're right, you tap on that menu option.\n\nA bit of poking around shows that you're right. While there are some sincere motivational type things about confidence, getting work done, communicating at work, and so on, a lot of the content here is basically fetish stuff. Y'know, 'sissy hypnosis', 'bigger dick audio', 'become an ultra sigmalpha', that sort of thing. You've listened to stuff like this on youtube before, mostly for a laugh. (Admittedly once or twice because you found it hot.) Obviously none of it ever worked, and you're pretty sure that the numerous five star reviews on these uploads are people who are either joking or playing along with the delusion for sexytimes...\n\n... but hey, why not check some of them out? For either reason. Or heck maybe you'll find some genuinely motivational ones that work. Let's see... hm, there's a lot of them scattered around. Probably best to sort by uploader and then check out one of them's content, the names are generally pret-ty obvious about what sort of stuff they upload.\n\n<hr>\n"[[KokMastress18In|GGME5x1]]"\n\n"[[Transformaster11|GGME7x1]]"\n\n"[[PoniFuqr|GGME6x1]]"\n\n"[[FreeUrMynd|GGME8x1]]"\n\n"[[AliensAmongYou|GGME4x3]]"\n\n"[[TruePositivity1995|GGME]]"

"Hm, I have kind of been wanting a new set of headphones," you admit. "What's so great about these?"\n\n"Ah, I was hoping you'd ask," Lilith says, beckoning you to follow as she walks over to a display case. You spot several pairs of headphones inside, fairly obvious as different form factors of the same general release. The 'boring simple Normie Adult' black pair, the 'slightly overcomplicated for no real reason' wannabe DJ pair... and of course the pair you instantly fall in love with, with glowing RGB lights, including in the pair of kitty ear-shaped speakers at the top of them. Those, you can't help but notice, also have what looks like a microphone recessed into the right side. "These are the Dumas Audiosaint 9000. They feature the fastest, most thoroughly backwards compatible wireless connectivity anywhere. Combined with their onboard AI with functions that include faster-than-realtime audio interpolation and upscaling, even the worst, weakest Bluetooth 1.0 connection will sound like high-grade wired audio with these."\n\nSome of that definitely sounds like meaningless marketing bullshit, but admittedly you're already kind of sold on the Gamer™ pair just because of how it looks. Still, trying to restrain your excitement a little, you try to at least test her with, "So what's the speaker quality actually like though?"\n\n"Oh, no worries, we didn't short change the design there. The speakers in the Audiosaint have the widest and most nuanced range of any speaker ever released to the market, capable of reaching audio levels no consumer speaker ever has before. Our testers often said they could feel the audio in their cells... though obviously that's a little much even for the marketing department to use," she adds in a wry tone. "But I daresay that you might find using them a very transformative experience."\n\nAaaagh it's all so much bullshit and yet it's tempting you more and more. You must resist at least a little! "Any other features?" you ask, trying not to stare greedily at the multicolor kitty ear speakers again.\n\n"Though it can and will connect to anything, the Audiosaint does have its own app for playing music, podcasts, audiobooks, and other things. Right now, with the release of the 9000, we're doing a special offer where anyone that buys a pair gets a lifetime subscription to the 'Ultimate' level of the audio service for free, allowing you to download and listen to as much of our licensed and community-generated content as you like. Too, the onboard AI can function as an assistant, replacing other AI assistants you may be using, as it has much more advanced management and assistance features."\n\nOkay honestly she had you at 'free lifetime subscription'. Even if the community content turns out to suck, those are still magic words. "Okay, I think I'm interested. Um, so-"\n\n"May I assume you'd like the 'Xtreme Edition'?" Lilith cuts in smoothly, grinning as she holds up a box with a picture of the kitty ears version on the front.\n\n"... Yes please."\n\nYou're eager to try out your new toy and hear how good it sounds, and the mall isn't exactly the place for that, so you obviously head home. Back in your room, you quickly unbox your the headphones. Mmm, new plastic smell! Oh hey, they're fully charged too, that's always a nice plus. You try them on and... woooow they are seriously comfortable. They sit almost perfectly and become a sort of soft, easy weight on your head that you could probably easily forget about. These <i>are</i> good, and you haven't even switched them on! Which, obviously, you do now. You can't see it but just knowing they're pulsing in Gamer Colors™ is amazing. Ooo, even the feminine 'Bluetooth pairing' sounds like a sexy coo instead of the usual vaguely exasperated tone your other set of headphones use!\n\nAh, speaking of which, may as well pair them to your phone to start, since apparently they can pair flawlessly with a bunch of stuff. You turn on your phone's pairing, and quickly link up the two, watching as your phone automatically downloads the app. Hey, nice animated logo of a twinkling star~! You click through the usual warnings, barely noticing one that says something about how most of the content is community uploaded and moderated and yadda yadda. Which brings you to the app's front page. Hm, you're here, may as well poke around in it a bit and see...\n\n<hr>\n[[Music|GGME]]\n\n[[Audiobooks|GGME]]\n\n[[Audioplays|GGME9x1]]\n\n[[Motivational|GGME4x2]]\n\n[[Assistant|GGME]]

You eye the cover of the classical children's tale, noticing that it's apparently been altered for the park's theme by replacing the Big Bad Wolf with a Big Bad Velociraptor. You open the book and flip through it, noticing that someone's added a crudely-drawn penis to all the images of the Big Bad Velociraptor as he stalks the three little pigs. Three guesses who that was, and you're not sure if you're more disturbed or bemused by the fact that hyperintelligent killing machines apparently like to doodle on things like bored junior high boys. During your examination, you don't notice Jane and Callie both slumping over until your own vision swims and you thud face-forward in the glossy volume. \n\nWhen you come to, you find you've been moved into some sort of lab room that still has its equipment. You seem to still have your bodysuit on, but you're on all fours and metal restraints around your forearms and thighs are holding you in that position. Across from you are Callie and Jane, arranged so that you're all looking towards the center of the room. Both are similarly restrained and still dressed, though Jane's lost the shirt she had tied around her middle, so you know that she isn't exactly fully covered. \n\nA door slides open and a trio of the "brain raptors" enters, clicking and hooting to each other, and leering their sharp-toothed grins at you as you notice them, and the massive red erections they're sporting. One of them moves over to stand by you, apparently directing the others as they move touchscreens on swingarms into place over Jane and Callie. Jane begins yanking at her bonds and struggling, while Callie watches with a sort of detached air of curiosity. You watch as the raptors tap the screens to bring up some sort of visual menu, both of them selecting the same things... a solid green outline of a pig. The one over Calie adjusts a slider bar to read '50%', while the one at Jane's side leaves the screen above her as reading '100%'. Both tap a screen and then walk over to a little panel at the wall, waiting until a whirring noise has finished before extracting small vials filled with slightly differently-colored fluids. Their forelimbs surprisingly limber, each begins loading a pressure injector with the vial.\n\n"What are they doing?!" Jane demands, still struggling futilely against her bonds. She obviously can't see what's going on, and you're left staring in mute shock as you wonder the same thing, though you're starting to get a very frightening idea.\n\n"Oh, you don't wanna know," Callie replies, almost cheerfully. "But you'll find out in a minute."\n\nThe raptors finish loading the injector guns and make their way back towards the other two captives, claws clicking on the floor. The one who's apparently assigned to Calie moves around behind her immediately, pressing the injector to a bare portion of her back, making the barely-dressed scientist gasp a little. The one assigned to Jane, however, moves around in front of her, apparently wanting to watch the scowl on her face as it jabs her in the neck and injects her, before moving to take its place behind her as well.\n\nBoth girls soon begin grimacing, as if in pain or simply at feeling something strange. You can see their skin slowly starting to take on a more pinkish hue, their ears growing and thinning out, noses beginning to turn up, even only moments after injection.\n\nOh no.\n\n<hr>\n[[Continue.|Sauria22x2]]

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

You feel a chill run through you, not entirely sure whether it's just fear or the start of the transformation. You find yourself staring at the other two, wondering who you'll wind up more like. Callie seems to be in afterglow as much as the raptors are, her broad tongue hanging out of her mouth with a stupid grin curving the lips of her piggish muzzle. Jane seems to have managed to get a look down at her own hooves, her floppy ears twitching as her eyes widen in shock. Then both begin giving animalistic squeals as the raptors start slowly thrusting again.\n\nYou can feel the pressure in your face and head as it begins to happen, your nose pushing out and twisting up, starting to change into a muzzle. The change seems to be happening to you more quickly, as you can feel your butt expanding in the tightness of your bodysuit and your belly and sides expanding. You try to shout a protest, but all that comes out is a loud, angry oink, your vocal chords having already betrayed you! As your tits start to shrink away and you feel new sensitive nubs beginning to protrude from your belly, the raptor behind you rips a hole in the crotch of your already straining bodysuit.\n\nYou let out a long animal squeal as your virginity is claimed even as you transform. You try to toss your head but find its range of motion limited by the way your neck has changed to keep you looking forward, down the blunt-tipped snout now protruding into your vision. You're not sure if it's something about the raptor or your changing body, but you cum almost instantly the moment he thrusts into you, letting out another loud orcine squeal as the orgasm races through your changing body.\n\nYou cum again and again as the velociraptor pumps your plump piggy pussy, letting your head sway back and forth as your bodysuit rips apart to reveal your barrel body and teats, arms and legs shortening to allow for your permanent quadruped stance. Soon you can feel the strange pressure of the changes end, and are left to focus on the sensation of being flooded by raptor cum, setting off the most powerful climax you've had yet, your strong muscles clamping down on his dick as if your new body desperately wished it could get pregnant. \n\nAs you come down from the haze, feeling the raptor's dick still throbbing and twitching inside you, and seeing the same thing happening to Callie and Jane, something tells you that you've lost any hope for winning this scenario and returning to your old life. While inside you still might be Sam, just a normal girl from Deviville, in body all you are is livestock.\n\nYou and your friends are nothing more than three little pigs.\n\n<hr>\n\n[[Game Over.|Sauria22xEnd]]

The raptor behind Callie pulls the crotch of her panties aside and grips her hips before thrusting into her, making the scientist shriek as she's stuffed with dino dick. (Probably not for the first time, from what she said.) Jane gives a rather angrier cry as her own pussy is jammed full of raptor cock again, both of them continuing to give their own distinct vocalizations even as their faces distort further, starting to form muzzles with upturned snouts, their bodies growing thicker. \n\nYou can see Callie's belly starting to droop under her as she gains weight, her panties stretching as they try to keep up wit her expanding hips and ass, her bra tightening as well as her tits begin to get bigger, the undersides poking out from the bottom of the white material. But more than that... new bumps are starting to form below her original breasts, pooching out, soon becoming identifiable as small new breasts below the originals! Her whole body is becoming a bit plumper, arms and legs gaining padding, the restraints automatically adjusting. You notice that her fingers are changing as well, index and middle fingers fusing together, the same for ring and pinkie fingers, her nails starting to blacken and grow to cap the ends of her changed digits. You can just catch a glimpse that something similar is happening to her feet and toes.\n\nJane seems to be undergoing a rather different process, though. Her bodysuit is definitely stretching out as she gains weight too, but it's all in different places. Her belly and ass are definitely expanding, but her tits are actually shrinking away, it looks like, the extra cloth stretching over her fat stomach instead. The taut fabric begins to split at the sides, showing more pink skin as her torso takes on a barrel-like shape. Her fingers fuse similarly to Callie's, but begin to shorten and withdraw, those hooflike nails growing thicker and bigger, well on their way to being actual hooves as her arms shorten and shift. You can see her boots thump empty to the floor as her legs similarly begin to shrink and reshape.\n\nAnd through it all the raptors are happily fucking their pussies, teeth bared in wolfish grins as they work their hips. Callie and Jane have both continued to cry out as they're violated, but the sounds have quickly changed... at first from surprise and protest, and then to pleasure, and then gradually more and more into animalistic squeals and grunts. Callie still has a fair bit of human look to her face even with her new orcine muzzle, though her glasses have gone askew, no longer fitting on her chubbier head, her hair a tousled mess. Jane, however, is squealing through an entirely transformed muzzle and face, her hair even having fallen out to drift to the floor, leaving her with only a fine, dark dusting atop her head as would befit a pig's coat. You're so distracted by the sounds that both other girls are making that you don't notice the beeping of the screen above you, or the sound of a vial being filled.\n\nThree things happen almost simultaneously. The first is that the raptors fucking the transforming girls both thrust forward and give nearly matching joyous roars, obviously flooding both their hapless captives' pussies with dino spunk. The second is that both Callie's and Jane's clothes give way; Callie's bra and panties tear at the sides and her glasses drop broken to the floor, leaving the plump pig-girl with her six fat, floppy tits swaying freely under her and curlicue tail angled up above her full butt, while Jane's bodysuit shreds at the sides and back and falls away, revealing her entirely quadruped anatomy and her slightly droopy animal teats, the one turned into some sort of human-pig hybrid, while the other is simply a <i>pig</i>, nothing but some vague look of humanity left in the eyes to indicate she was ever anything else. The third thing is that you feel cold metal against your neck and the strange sensation of liquid being pushed into your veins.\n\nOh crap!\n\n<hr>\n\n[[Continue.|Sauria22x3]]

"Shouldn't we both do it, if we have to?" you point out, clearly startling your mother a bit. "With one of us taking the normal version and the other taking your 'improved' version? That way you have a control to compare your modifications to."\n\n"... You are absolutely right!" Tandy actually squeals, clasping her hands together to one side of her hand as her big blue eyes sparkle. "Oh my darling, you have just pointed out the very most important aspect of these tests I've been missing! And since you're mother and daughter, you're even closer than any two random guinea pigs would be for comparison testing! Oh, wonderful girl, please say I can keep you!"\n\n"Pass," you reply flatly.\n\n"Awwww." Tandy slumps forward, hanging her head, but quickly perks up and adjusts her hat. "Oh well, I'll ask again later, you never know! Now." She looks at the scattered piles of candy. "These are all various types of candy I've got either in my shop already, or have worked on and not released yet. Each one also has a more potent equivalent next to it, with the bright green X on the wrapper. So each one will create a particular effect in the two of you... in one it will do its normal reaction, what I consider a 'safe' one, lewd and transformative but largely temporary, if the proper strictures are maintained. The other is a 'runaway' variety. I'll determine who gets which secretly, and neither of you will know which is which until it's all said and done, although I suppose theoretically not even then. I'll let you pick which candy to take, since the variable I'm trying to study is common among all of them."\n\nShe indicates two small piles of blue wrapped squares. "This is [[Blueberry Squirt Gum|GGCandy]]. Exceptionally juicy, and will make you the same." She quirks an eyebrow at your flat look. "Hey, if you think that's not my favorite movie ever, I don't know what to tell you."\n\nClearing her throat, Tandy continues on to small stacks of independently-wrapped marshmallow critters, specifically bunny rabbits shaped roughly like the chocolate ones usually are. "These are [[Marshmallow Buns|GGCandy]]. As you might guess from the rabbit imagery, as well as causing some nice squishiness in certain places, they'll also make you want to fuck like rabbits. There are fertility side effects, so it's entirely possible that unlocking your female fertility might also bring you back towards your own true forms."\n\n"These are what I call '[[Black Ewze|GGCandy]]'," Tandy continues, pointing to piles of wrapped black twists. "They're made to imitate prank candy, you get someone to bite them, it floods their mouth with rubbery black ooze... which then turns into a nice lewd bodysuit that squeezes and molests for a little while. I figured this one's especially good since, of course, almost everyone who buys prank candy winds up trying it themselves first," Tandy adds with a snicker... then makes a sheepish face. "The problem is that the only way it really seemed to make sense was as black licorice, which cut down the number of buyers by a lot. Oh well, I'll figure it out eventually."\n\n"These are some [[MILK Duds|GGCandy]]," Tandy continues, gesturing to little clear boxes of white chocolate spheres. "You'll notice the emphasis I put on it. They'll make you nice and milky upstairs, and maybe downstairs too, considering your current state."\n\n"And finally, you're familiar with these, of course," Tandy says with a giggle, gesturing to two piles of [[blue pill-shaped candies|GGCandy]], each with a little card in front of them, one with a black O and the other with a glowing green X.\n\nIn near-unison, you and your mother pull the same annoyed face. "Why those? We've already got dicks thanks to those things," you note with a glance down, blushing at how yours has gone hard again. Probably all the jiggling Tandy was doing as she pointed out candy. "How will you judge the difference?"\n\n"Well, the normal one will make your dick bigger, of course!" Tandy replies cheerfully. "Longer, thicker, balls bigger and heavier, able to spew more cum. Of course, the experimental version will be... much, much moreso. In fact, depending on how daring you want to get, we might need to go outside!" she says with a snicker. "But anyway, go on, pick what you want to test. Let's do some magical science!"

You're taken back to the rabbits' pastel, egg-shaped little town and moved to their newly remodeled production facility, where your arms and legs are slid into colorful sleeves in the wall that cinch tight around them, leaving you spread open and on display constantly. A tube is hooked up to your mouth, feeding you a constant supply of something that tastes like the goo filling inside chocolate eggs, and the rabbits set to work, multiple ones fucking you and dumping their cum in you, making your belly swell up until they back off and let your womb fill with Easter eggs of different sizes and types, each one pushed out of your pussy by multiple orgasms to drop onto a little padded conveyor belt where they're sent over to be cleaned up, polished, and shipped out... at least, that's what you judge from the talk going on around you, since you can't see much other than whatever rabbit is currently fucking you, your own tits and belly (usually swollen with either cum or eggs), and some of the walls, a reflective window giving you enough of a view to see your pussy spread open around the eggs. You can tell by the sensations they're different... some have a smooth, slippery feel, those are the plastic ones, some have a slightly rough feel that works your pussy up even more as it squeezes and pushes them out, those are the foil-wrapped chocolate, some have a smooth-rough feel and are smaller, usually coming out in little batches, those are the dyed chicken-size eggs (although still big for those), and occasionally there are bumpy or spiral ones, you don't know what those are for other than making you cum so hard you almost pass out.\n\nThe closer it gets to Easter the more rabbits tend to fuck you before hopping back to let you gestate your batch of eggs. Days before the actual day, you're being pumped full of so much cum that you already look twelve or more months pregnant just from the cum, and your eggbelly grows so large that it almost brushes the ceiling, leaving you to give birth to hundreds of Easter eggs. But even once the day passes, it doesn't end... the rabbits seem to relax, only one or two of them fucking you before allowing you to lay the eggs, but apparently there's at least some demand for their product year-round, or they're stockpiling. Either way your existence continues to be one of being bred and laying eggs constantly, whether asleep or awake.\n\nOver time your diet of egg cream plumps you up, mostly in your ass and tits... it's not like you do any moving around to work it off, though you suppose you're avoiding becoming too much fatter than that because orgasms burn calories and you're having those near-constantly. Eventually a thick, white, sweet-smelling fluid starts seeping from your engorged nipples, and the rabbits give out a cheer before hooking up tubes over them. You give a squeal around the tube in your mouth as the powerful suction starts up, making your tits bounce and jiggle with the motion of the tubes as they move up and down, suctioning out the gooey cream filling... looks like you've just become a production facility in more ways than one.\n\n"Boy, we've never had such a great producer!" one of the forerabbits declares, lifting his little hardhat off over his ears and rubbing the top of his head in adorable fashion. "It's a good thing that such a pure diet of no-additive egg cream is an immortality potion, would hate to lose her after only fifty or sixty years!"\n\nA shudder runs through your twitching, orgasming body at that. Immortality... an eternity of immobility, being fucked and laying eggs, all while constantly cumming your brains out. If only you'd gone to the regular store!\n\n<b>Holly's Easter</b> end - <i>Egg factory</i>

There's even an empty seat right there at the table. Perfect! Perhaps expecting things to go a little more smoothly than is realistic even considering your situation, you walk over and plop down into the chair and swing to face the rest of the table, grinning brightly. "Hey guys! What're we doin'?"\n\nThe four of them stop their conversation and turn to stare at you. You realize that you're probably being a little forward even for an adventurer trying to join a new party, but now that you're committed, best to stick with it, you just keep a smile on your face.\n\n"And who th' blazes are ye?" the dwarf growls in a thick, Scottish rumble. You do your best not to grin even more at him, since you're pretty sure that would be insulting. But he's <i>adorable</i>!\n\n"Oh, my name's Cyan. I'm a-" You stop just short of saying 'rogue'. Sure, back where you come from you and your friends refer to yourselves by character class, but here announcing yourself as a 'rogue' might be a bit offputting. "-woman of many skills," you finish in a somewhat lofty tone instead.\n\n"I bet," the fighter mutters.\n\n"And just what makes you think, young lady," the wizard says in his own lofty tone, stroking his beard. "That we need someone of such 'skills'?"\n\n<hr>\n[[Be snide.|GGRogue3x1]]\n\n[[Be humble.|GGRogueplaceholder]]\n\n[[Be yourself.|GGRogue1x3]]

Joining up with a party would mean more trouble to get into, right? Also more people to help you carry stuff when you steal everything that's not nailed down! That is what you do now, right? As you start looking for the typical tavern, you begin to ponder exactly what sort of rogue you're supposed to be. Do you steal from the party? That might actually be bad considering you can <i>actually</i> get stabbed for it now, but it is a tad traditional after all...\n\nEventually, you do find a likely-looking tavern, the <i>My Little Prancing Pony</i>. You get a number of odd looks as you stand outside of it, no one getting why you seem to be laughing yourself sick just from seeing the name on the sign. Eventually, still giggling and pressing a hand to your side, you push open the door and walk in.\n\nIt's about like you figured... comely serving wenches, meat roasting on the fire, a few more shadowy corners for dark and mysterious types to lurk in than should be strictly allowable by the architecture. You've heard this place described around a bunch of different tables and in innumerable chatrooms and forums (some of which you may have slightly fudged your age on a form to be allowed into), actually seeing it in person is making you a little giddy. You resist the urge to grin and hop up and down, mostly because you notice there are various sets of eyes on you. Trying to look casual but not too tryhard, you stroll around as if looking for a place to sit, sizing up various possibilities.\n\nFirst of all, sitting right out in the open and chatting animatedly, are what looks like your [[standard party of adventurers|GGRogue1x2]]... human guy in a chainmail shirt with a sword and shield, dwarf in fullplate, old guy with long white beard, cute girl in a white cloak trimmed with red diamonds. (Mixing genres a little bit there but you're used to that, it's pretty normal to you.) They don't look like they have anyone sneaky with them, so you could likely walk right up and sit down, just slot yourself right in. Then there's a group of [[slightly sinister-looking women|GGRogueplaceholder]] standing off to one side of the fireplace, talking in low voices to each other... they're all dressed in the same red and black leather armor, so they must be some sort of guild or something. Hey, all-girl guild of sneaky stabby sorts, sounds like you'd fit right in there too. And then there's a raucous, laughing group of [[big beefy guys|GGRogueplaceholder]] that looks like it's partly humans and partly half-orcs, and all of them wearing little if any armor. A bunch of meat shields might actually welcome someone to disarm traps for them, right?

"Well, if we're going our separate ways for now, I'm gonna go check out our mystery mage's living quarters," you announce, gesturing towards the more recently-marked passage. "Maybe find some clues to his identity."\n\n"Aye, and help yerself ta everything in th' place not bolted down," Ulf grunts, though he's grinning when he says it. Then he nods once. "The lot of ye be careful. And don't be too long about it. We'll meet up here again in three hours, whatever we may be in the middle of doin', got it?"\n\nThe rest of the party murmurs assent, and disperses down the various tunnels, you trotting down the one with the wooden plaque. You notice that this one has had little glowing light orbs installed at long intervals, providing at least a little dim light the whole way along. Soon, you arrive at a metal door and pull out your goggles and lockpicks again, going over the whole door for traps before starting on the lock. There's more than a few on there, and you frown a little at the circles-within-circles of the various spells placed on it. Hm.\n\nAlanna gave you a few buff potions earlier today. You're <i>fairly</i> certain you can defeat all the enchantments without them... then again. You slip the pair of vials out of your belt pouch and eye them. There's a slender cylinder of blue, an intelligence booster, and an almost diamond-shaped bottle full of something gleaming green, appartently to help your fingers move agilely. Alanna said they were both fairly expensive to make, and you always hate to waste magic items if you don't really need them. But then again, if you don't use a magic item when you really need it normally, the worst that usually happens is writing some effects on your character sheet, here it could be a lot more serious.\n\n<hr>\n[[Take the INT booster.|GGRogue7x1]]\n\n[[Take the DEX booster.|GGRogue6x1]]\n\n[[Take both.|GGRogue1x8]]\n\n[[Take neither.|GGRogue8x1]]

"I'll take first watch," you volunteer, figuring that way at least only one person is likely to notice you curling up on the bare ground.\n\nYou can tell Konrad and Ulf are both a bit suspicious, but since apparently everyone else is tired, they agree. Once dinner is done with, they all crawl into their tents, and you settle in next to the fire, flipping your knife in one hand as you gaze around at the night.\n\nEventually, after you've fed several logs to the fire over the course of a few hours and begun to seriously consider taking up whittling, Ulf emerges from his tent and shuffles over to you. "My watch now, lass." He hesitates for a moment, then glances away before adding in a gruff tone, "Feel free ta be usin' my bedroll."\n\n"Um." You blink, starting to feel a bit embarrassed. "That's not really-"\n\n"Ye forgot ta get one of yer own, aye?" He looks back at you, scowling, but his words are surprisingly kind as he continues. "Didn't get th' most collected start to this life meself. I know how it can be ta just hafta drop everythin' an' go. I ain't needin' of much sleep anyhow, won't even be puttin' me out by makin' use of it."\n\nYou can't help but smile, and once you stand you lean in to place a kiss on his scarred forehead. "Thanks, Ulf." You leave him sputtering and mumbling something you think is Dwarvish for 'blasted elf spit' while you head over to his tent and crawl inside, settling on the (somewhat short) bedroll and quickly easing into a light sleep.\n\nThe routine continues over several days of travel, and if any of the others notice that you're (literally) sharing Ulf's tent and bedroll they're too classy to infer anything from it... or at least classy enough not to say anything if they do. Eventually the lot of you arrive at the foot of a smallish mountain, and a bit of searching is done to find the entrance of the dungeon. With your trained brain providing commentary, you know to slip on a pair of goggles from your pouch before snagging your lockpicks and getting to work, the lines, interlocking circles, and floating runes of the enchantments on the lock made visible by the enchanted lenses. However, after a few moments of work you pause, then slip the goggles off and hold them up. "Hey, Zadaan, take a look of this and tell me if you're seein' what I'm seein'."\n\nThe old wizard blinks, then walks over, holding the goggles up to his face instead of slipping them fully on and leaning in. After only a few seconds, he makes a little noise of acknowledgement. "While some of the guard runes <i>are</i> of the proper era, most of the particularly active ones have been invented or placed within the last fifty years. Someone has made this dungeon their home since then. By the looks of it, a specialist in many of the darker arts."\n\n"Some evil wizard's set up his home here?" Ulf asks, scowling as Zadaan hands the goggles back to you and you resume work.\n\n"Perhaps it would be best if we leave this place be, then," Alanna murmurs. "The issue of fighting an unknown wizard aside, if this is someone's home rather than an abandoned stronghouse..."\n\n"If it's an evil wizard, then he's no doubt up to foul business," Konrad asserts, scowling darkly and folding his big arms over his chest.\n\n"Relax," you announce, cutting through the building argument. "As I undo these I can see stuff like how often they were used. They used to be opened and closed at least once a week, but it's been over a year since anyone opened it. Most likely he tried some shit and got hit."\n\n"... Ah, met his fate out in the world, you mean," Ulf says after a moment. "Be good fortune if that be so, might be he was leavin' some things of his own for us to claim."\n\n"Aaaand done," you chirp, the lock clicking open as if it were perfectly normal. You give the large, wide wooden door a shove open, and those of the party who need them start getting out their various lighting implements. Soon the lot of you are marching through carved stone tunnels, with you occassionally checking around to make sure you're not about to step on any trap triggers, with the others mostly commenting on the occasional monster skull or adventurer skeleton you pass. Eventually, all of you come to a large, circular chamber with a number of tunnels coming off of it, some labeled with metal plaques in some ancient language.\n\n"I'm quite keen to find some of the ancient magical apparatuses from the lost days," Zadaan says, eyes fixed on one plaque, his face lit by the golden magical orb floating over one shoulder. "I believe that tunnel there indicates it might contain rooms with such."\n\n"I came to test my mettle against the most dangerous creatures there are, so I know 'beware' in every language," Ulf growls, nodding his helmeted head at another. "That's where I'd be headed."\n\n"You know 'beware', I know treasure, and that says 'storehouse'," Konrad says with his wolfish grin. \n\n"I came, in part, to make sure that the desecrated temples rumored to be contained in this complex were all cleansed," Alanna says with a light frown. "I'd have to get a bit closer, but I think that tunnel there leads to at least one such."\n\nYou frown at the lot of them. It sounds like they want to split the party. On the other hand, you notice a rather more modern-looking wooden plaque hung next to one tunnel, and you can read it perfectly: 'Home'. That's the year-absent new resident's place, obviously. Your thief's senses start tingling wildly at the thought of looting much more recently-occupied rooms full of more easily pawned goods. Dang, what to do...?\n\n<hr>\n[[Go with Zadaan.|GGRoguePlaceholder]]\n\n[[Go with Ulf.|GGRoguePlaceholder]]\n\n[[Go with Konrad.|GGRoguePlaceholder]]\n\n[[Go with Alanna.|GGRoguePlaceholder]]\n\n[[Go by yourself.|GGRogue1x7]]\n\n[[Discourage splitting up.|GGRoguePlaceholder]]

It's a pretty early morning, after all, and you'll still have to track down a horse somewhere. (You hope you don't have to steal the horse itself, that's usually a pretty severe crime in these sorts of settings.) You shift into a slightly uncomfortable position, then close your eyes, settling into a doze.\n\nA bit later you faintly hear the door to your room start to edge open, and quickly slip your hand under your pillow to grasp your dagger. You watch the door swing open further to show a pair of the identically-garbed women from downstairs, one with her arms around the other and fondling her ass, while the one being groped feels her way along with one hand. Both glance over at you, the one with her butt getting squeezed (a half-elf like you) grinning wickedly. "Sorry, wrong room. Ah... unless it's not...?"\n\n"Uh, thanks, but I've got an early morning," you reply dryly, though your cheeks do heat a little.\n\nBoth women giggle, stepping back into the hall, the other half-elf pulling the door closed behind them. You snicker a little as you close your eyes again. A guild, right. Still, you find your hand feels more comfortable where it is, with your weapon held in it.\n\nWhen you glance at the window after coming out of your doze at one point, you see the sky lightening a little. Heading downstairs, you look around for a clock and find it's about six. Trotting out and into the streets, you spend a little while orienting yourself and letting your brain supply information about directions and where the west gate is from here. You also do a few quick break-ins of locked street stalls, liberating some gold and jewelry to make sure you have enough for a horse.\n\nBy the time the rest of the party gathers, you've purchased a lean black stallion, one bred for speed and agility, and have spent a half hour trying to come up with a more creative name than 'Shadow'. You give up as the gates are swung open for your party and the lot of you take off at a light trot down the road. Patting his neck affectionately, you say aloud, "Sorry, boy, looks like you're stuck with a stereotype."\n\n"Named th' horse Shadow, didn'cha?" Ulf grunts from nearby, where he's atop a horse so short and squat that it almost looks like a crossbreed of a Clydesdale and a pony. At your shrug and grin, he actually gives a bit of a grin himself, teeth showing amidst his thick red braided beard. "Had a 'Shadow' meself when I was a child of barely thirty."\n\n"Everyone's first black animal, be it pet or steed, is named 'Shadow'," Konrad says with a chuckle.\n\n"That is simply not true," Zadaan objects with a quiet huff. "The first black lizard I ever owned was named 'Zorothastria', after an era of Hylasian history in which-"\n\n"Every <i>normal</i> person's first black pet is named Shadow," Konrad interrupts, rolling his eyes again.\n\n"They're all the same color to me," Alanna says, laughing.\n\nYou ride throughout the day, alternately chatting with one another and keeping an eye out for bandits or monsters. Around noon you guide the horses off the road and begin going across open country. As the light begins to fade, Konrad points out a good spot to make camp, and everyone dismounts, starting to set up tents. (Alanna and Zadaan apparently both have magical ones, simply throwing cloth squares to the ground so that they pop up as fully-assembled tents.) You try not to let dismay show on your face as you realize you forgot to buy a tent for yourself. As a fire is built and dinner prepared, you ponder what to do with yourself.\n\n<hr>\n[[Crash in Konrad's tent.|GGRogueplaceholder]]\n\n[[Crash in Ulf's tent.|GGRogueplaceholder]]\n\n[[Crash in Alanna's tent.|GGRogueplaceholder]]\n\n[[Crash in Zadaan's tent.|GGRogueplaceholder]]\n\n[[Sleep outside.|GGRogue1x6]]

You haven't actually tried out something like this with your new skills... or, well, any of your new skills, really, beyond realizing that you knew how to stab someone real good. Drawing the puzzle closer, you look it over carefully, examining the metal closely and how it fits together. Doing so, you notice several small, glowing marks on it. You take a closer look, your brain helpfully pointing out what they most likely are and the best way to deal with them. You scratch all but one off with your thumb, and make sure to leave that one completely alone as you now go to work on actually disengaging the shapes from each other.\n\nSince you're watching closely, you notice when the little glowing symbol changes partway through, and pause to scratch it off as well before continuing. But finally you thump a hand lightly on the table in front of the wizard, drawing it away to leave a star, a moon, and a square all sitting in front of him separately.\n\n"Extraordinary," the wizard murmurs, raising his bushy eyebrows. He looks over at the fighter. "Kon, she is clearly invaluable to our hopes for future success. Sign her to our charter posthaste, I really must demand it."\n\n"If you say so. I gotta say I'm starting to like her attitude. Alright, girl, listen up." The fighter begins introductions, gesturing with one big hand as he does. "I'm Konrad of Sudera, I lead this little band. This short pile of metal is Ulf, from Mt. Olstorra. On one side of you is Zadaan of the College of Ethereal Arts, on the other is Alanna of the Church of Bright Hope. I'll trust you to figure out which is which."\n\n"Nice to meet you, your holiness," you say to the wizard, before snickering and shaking your head. "Sorry, had to. Anyway, I'm Cyan. From nowhere you've ever heard of, trust me."\n\n"We'll see about trustin' ya after ya've proven yerself a time're two," Ulf mutters.\n\n"Don't mind Ulf, he's just bad about saying what everyone's thinking." Konrad gives you another one of those wolfish smiles. "Here." He fishes something out of a pouch on his belt and slides it across the table to you. You unfold it and find a typical adventurer's charter... well, at least you assume it is. You read over it, finding about what you expect. In short: Signer agrees that all treasure shall be divided equally, with exceptions made for obvious need of useful items, and one extra share to be designated as party funds. Signer shall make good faith attempts to protect the lives of other signatories. Signer shall respect the life and property of other signatories. And so on. Zadaan hands you a quill and ink from somewhere, and you sign, noticing that the ink glows some as you do. Probably magically binding, interesting. Well, you don't have any intentions of violating it, so that's fine.\n\n"Now, as to what we're doing," Konrad continues as he accepts the contract back, folding it and putting it away again. "We were just discussing heading to a place called the Oldebahd Caverns. It's said that a mad king turned part of it into a storehouse for his most valued treasures. No one's been able to find out if that's true so far."\n\n"Very few survive the caverns. Or at least not many escape to tell of what they've seen," Alanna interjects, her voice soft. "But some of the descriptions do match up to ancient guardian devices made in the time of King Ahtash, who was by many accounts quite mad."\n\n"Even if there is no treasure, being able to study such devices would prove invaluable," Zadaan says firmly. You notice Konrad rolling his eyes, and suspect this is something he's heard before. "It is a lost technology, one that could have innumerable benefits to-"\n\n"We leave in th' mornin'," Ulf cuts in gruffly. "If ye've not a mount, I'll trust ye can manage t' secure one an' meet us at th' west gate 'fore seven bells."\n\n"Sure!" you chirp happily.\n\nEveryone seems to take that as a signal to turn in for the evening, and you track down the barkeep to get a room for yourself. It's pretty comfy-looking inside, really, if spare... not really anything other than a bed, tiny round table, and a chair. Well, you don't exactly need much, you'll be leaving in the morning you remind yourself excitedly. Flopping down on the bed, you stretch out a little, then wiggle your dagger out from under you and slip it under your pillow instead.\n\n<hr>\n[[You've had a long day, just sleep.|GGRogue4x1]]\n\n[[Don't wanna miss departure, try to sleep lightly.|GGRogue1x5]]

-Update 1-\n* Made Marei slightly older. I admit wanting her to be a young widow but I also made her like bare minimum old enough to have Ken, so. Adding a few years gives her slightly more range.\n*<b>Main:</b> Marei can now decide to look at her late husband's [[androids|Marei15x1]] for scratching her itch.\n*<b>Main:</b> Cyan can buy the [[detachable penis|GGDL2x1]]. (I know there's a mild logical contradiction in one of the branches, I'll fix it before public release.)\n-Update 2-\n*<b>Main:</b> Jack can now decide to get [[Gabriel|JackGD1x1]] for Lita.\n*<b>Main</b>: Jack can also have a son instead of a daughter.\n* More of Cyan and her mom with the detachable penis.\n*<b>Main:</b> Cyan can now also browse the DeviList [[want ads|GGDLStart]].

"I really want to get off of this island," you admit, shivering a little. "Even if the way there is more dangerous, it'd definitely be good to just get away."\n\n"Alright. We're here," she says, indicating a place offset from the center of the island, about halfway between it and one edge. "And the docks are here," she continues, pointing to the end of a stretch of land on the opposite end of the island. "From what I've been able to learn from scraps of papers I've found, they were planning on building a big luxury hotel by the docks, and there would have been two tours, one that started here at the center for people that flew in, and one for people who came by cruise ship to the hotel. A lot of the roads between here and the docks are apparently either not complete or were damaged when this place went to shit, so we'll have to go the entire distance on foot."\n\nYou wince a little as you glance at the scale meter towards the bottom of the map. "That's... a long way to walk."\n\n"Through a jungle full of weird mutant dinosaurs, yeah. What's worse is that there's no way we can make all one trek of it... we'll have to make at least one, probably two, stops to sleep. Even if one of us stays awake to guard, it's going to be a really vulnerable time. There's a pretty good chance one of us won't make it," she admits, glancing at you in a way that says it will probably be you.\n\nYou can't really argue. As the closest thing to a seasoned veteran there is here, you'd pick her to survive too. Which is what has you looking back down at the map worriedly. "Isn't there any other way to get there?"\n\n"Not that I can see. I mean, if you can spot something I can't, feel free."\n\n<hr>\n[[Try to find another path.|Sauria8x2]]\n\n[[Try to find a way to avoid stopping to rest.|Sauria10x1]]\n\n[[Give up and accept her plan.|Sauria]]

Desperate to avoid having to travel that far overland through rapedino-infested jungle, you begin dilligently looking over the map, trying to spot absolutely anything Jane might have missed. Eventually you blink, pointing. "Look, what's this?"\n\n"It says 'Maintenance Hatch'," Jane notes, leaning in briefly, then shrugging. "It probably just accesses some wires or a breaker room or something."\n\n"No, look how big it is. Plus there's some faint blue lines running from it to different places, see?" you add, running a fingertip along the map and through part of the jungle.\n\n"Huh?" She leans in closer and squints, then lets out a soft "Holy shit." She turns and rustles through some other piled-up documents, then hauls out a clear plastic sheet that she rolls out over the map... bringing the almost invisible blue lines into focus with solid red ones. "You're right, there's a series of maintenance tunnels running throughout the entire island... this must have been how they intended to access the various paddocks and support areas without actually having to go through the enclosures where the dinos were."\n\n"And there's one that leads right to the dock area," you note, tapping one of the circles that indicates a hatch close to the middle of the jut of land. "If we can find our way through the tunnels, we might be able to get there without ever even seeing a dinosaur!"\n\n"Maybe," Jane replies, sounding a little doubtful. "I wouldn't put it past a few of them to have found their way down there. But even if they haven't, the access hatch is in a room adjacent to a Biter nest."\n\n"Uh." 'Biter' is somehow both generic enough to make you laugh and ominous enough to make you shudder, and you look at Jane as she shrugs.\n\n"I'm no dinosaur enthusiast, I just came in this place when I thought it was a ride or whatever because I thought it sounded exciting. I don't know what they're based off of... I think I kind of remember some movie where they called something like them 'campies' or something."\n\n"So they've got big jaws, or...?"\n\n"No, they're little. But if they bite you, it... well, you'll get super turned-on. I guess they have a venom or something that's an aphrodisiac. One bite will get you so horny you have trouble thinking straight within a few minutes. Fairly early on I got bitten three times," she continues, wincing a little. "I just barely managed to make it back to this place and get the door blocked. I spent the next two days... look, nevermind," she mutters, blushing brightly. "I don't know what happens if they manage to immobilize you that way, but it's probably not good. They're basically the reason I have to be so careful, even in here... most of the prowling dinos don't like this place, maybe it's how cold it still is, but the Biters love it here and they'll range in ones or twos through the whole place. I generally try to stay away from their nest since that's where they stay most of the time when they're not raiding the food storerooms."\n\n<hr>\n[[We'll have to chance it.|Sauria]]\n\n[[We'll have to do something about the Biters.|Sauria8x3]]

"We'll have to do something about the Biters, then, we can't risk walking right into a nest full of them," you decide. "So what do you know about them?"\n\n"Not a lot. They're the size of small dogs, they're fast, but kind of cowardly, if you actually kick at them or shoot at them it sends them scattering... just that they might not go far, if that's it. They kind of group up and hang around looking for opportunities, if it seems like you're just alone."\n\n"That does sound kind of like swarm predator behavior, I guess," you muse, cupping your chin. "They're not going to be scared off of anything that could even conceivably be prey if it's by itself."\n\n"So that means... we need to make them think there's a predator around, like one of the bigger ones," Jane says, nodding slowly. "Then maybe they'll run off and we'll have a clear shot at the hatch." \n\n"Alright, so, the two best ways to chase off something that's afraid of predators are sound and smell," you tell Jane. "Which means we either need the sound or the smell of something predatory and scary to them."\n\n"... Well, I know the way to get the smell of one," Jane murmurs, rolling her shoulders. "Basically just step outside for awhile and be... available."\n\n"Er." You blink at her. "You're saying...?"\n\n"Yeah, if we go out and one of us lets one of the bigger ones fuck us... probably one of the raptor-like ones, they seem the most common... then their smell will be all over us. The other one can stand guard and shoot the dino after it's done, then if you're right, when we walk in there we'll smell like a predator so the biters will stay away."\n\n"Not... the best option," you note.\n\n"Not my first choice either. The problem is that we don't know whether the other option, just using the sound of one, exists." Jane rubs the back of her neck, glancing at the door. "I mean... this place was supposed to be a visitor's center and entertainment complex, so maybe they were planning on some kind of display with dino sounds or something? But we'd be taking a gamble that it actually exists... and that we wouldn't run afoul of something worse while trying to find it."\n\n<hr>\n[[Take the sure option.|Sauria]]\n\n[[Gamble.|Sauria8x4]]

After thinking about it for a minute, you shake your head. "I think we're gambling either way, something could go wrong with the plan to collect the, uh... scent. ... Besides what else would be involved."\n\n"Fair point," Jane mutters, looking like it didn't exactly take much to talk her out of that idea. "So I guess we'll just have to look around for something that will make a noise like a predator. Well... let's head back out."\n\nThe two of you haul the barrier back out of the way, and you follow Jane's example of readying your rifle before she pulls the door open and steps out, sweeping back and forth down the hall. You follow her as she makes her way back through the halls towards the room where you first arrived, keeping quiet until you're back there.\n\n"Alright, there's two places I can think of where something like that might possibly be," she whispers after a moment. "The back storage rooms, the offices upstairs, or the basement. The back storage rooms are pretty dark and I haven't looked through them more than a glance to see if there was anything useful. I've prowled through the offices since they seem safer, but I didn't see anything like sound equipment or disks... but then, I wasn't looking for that then. And the basement... well, the lights aren't working and it's a basement," she says sheepishly. "I steered way clear of it. What do you think?"\n\n<hr>\n[[Check the back rooms.|Sauria]]\n\n[[Check the offices.|Sauria]]\n\n[[Check the basement.|Sauria]]

There's only one thing that could possibly hurt that badly, and it's obviously exactly what you need. You shove one of your own massive, clawed hands inside your jacket, unable to help letting out a howl of agony as your long fingers wrap around the source of your suffering. Luckily for you it hurts so bad you don't even care about the extra pain as you grab the male by the muzzle and yank hard, his fangs tearing out chunks of your flesh but coming away. You twist him, forcing him down, then shove your hand and its payload of silver bullets into his muzzle before wrapping both hands around it.\n\nThe male's eyes shoot open wide, and his own howl of suffering dies as you see a slight bulge pass down his throat. He starts scrabbling and clawing at you desperately, kicking and writhing, smoke actually rising from the vicinity of his stomach. Then his eyes roll up and his massive body goes limp. You wait for a moment more before releasing his muzzle, allowing him to thud heavily to the ground. Panting with exertion and pain, you turn back to the rest of the situation. The other werewolf is laying sprawled on the floor, a knife jutting from a red splotch in the fur of its throat... and Daniels has a very, very big revolver pointed at you.\n\n"... Just stay back, love," he says, his voice surprisingly even. "If you can understand me, stay back and don't come any closer."\n\nYou nod slowly, watching shock pass over his face as you do. After a moment your breathing calms, and you feel a strange sort of all-over relaxation as your body shrinks, claws retracting into your fingers and toes, heels lowering to the floor, muzzle shortening and flattening, and fur disappearing as your second pair of breasts shrinks away and disappears back into your chest. You glance down at yourself after several moments, finding... well, you seem to be a bit taller, and more muscular, and you've gained about a cup size, but it's you. You dressed in nothing but a badass longcoat, but you're just happy to see skin and only two boobs again. Then a wave of exhaustion passes through you and you totter in place, starting to topple forward.\n\nStrong arms catch you, angling you around and lowering you to a position half-laying across a lap. "Easy, love, easy," Daniels murmurs, keeping your shoulders elevated some. "I've got you." He looks you up and down, and if you had more energy you might blush at his apparent appraisal of your naked body. "Not a scratch on you, just like them. But I've never seen one of them hold on to their human morals or allegiances... every Wulfen's only loyalty becomes to the pack. How did you...?"\n\n"Didn't... wanna be the one everyone in the reviews calls a loser," you murmur, grinning wanly at him.\n\nHe just stares at you, then laughs. "Well, whatever that means, love, glad it worked."\n\nGood lord Sean Bean is handsome. Er, Daniels. You find that you can smell him, everything about him, from the leather to the gun oil to him, masculine and sweaty and virile, mingled with the scent of blood. Your heart is starting to pound again, energy coming back to your muscles.\n\n<hr>\n[[Kiss him.|Hellrise]]\n\n[[Time to stand up now.|Hellrise]]

No. No, you refuse to go down like this. You refuse to be robbed of your humanity for making a stupid mistake. You're not going to be "that idiot" in this horror movie review! \n\nYou let out a howl as your transformation completes, the rest of your clothing tearing free, save the coat, which instead seems to have popped a number of internal tighteners to allow it to fit various sizes and seems to still fit, after a fashion. You go still for just a moment... then come up swinging at the werewolf who darted you. You get to see a look of utter shock on that canine face for a moment before your hand slams into it, claws raking through fur and opening up skin as he's actually lifted from his feet and sent slamming into the side of a staircase.\n\nYou leap after him, lips pulled back from your sharp white fangs and your coat flapping as you grab him by the shoulders and sling him into the nearby wall, wood cracking and splintering from the impact, and then moreso when you follow up by slamming into him. The two of you are muzzle-to-muzzle, snarling at each other... you're as big as he is! Wait, aren't the females bigger and stronger in some species of wolves? The thought that you're probably just as big and badass as a fully adult werewolf sends more adrenaline buzzing through your veins, and you barely even register the impact as his massive fist slams into your side twice. The followup punch to the side of your head is enough to knock you reeling a little, but you quickly snap back and sink your jaws into his shoulder, the male wolf letting out a howl of pain and fury before slashing his claws across your breasts. The sharpness of the pain is enough to make you whirl and toss him across the floor, the male rolling and coming to his feet just in time for you to finish your charge with a punch right to his head.\n\nThe two of you trade blows and slashes of claws, both of you's fur quickly becoming matted with blood from both of you. Despite your apparent slight edge in speed and strength, this werewolf is obviously more experienced in combat, and after several hard exchanges drives his elbow into your side, forcing you to twist and bend forward more. His jaws snap closed on the back of your neck, allowing him to get in a good slash towards your side. You manage to twist enough to make it a glancing blow, but you can hear his claws tearing fabric... and then feel an intense, burning pain, worse than anything you've ever felt, streak along your side.\n\n<hr>\n[[Ow ow ow ow get it off get it off!|Hellrise3x1]]\n\n[[Use it.|Hellrise2x3]]

Leslie holds true to her word, as much as you can see worry (and curiosity) eating her up inside. She brings you clothes, and takes you to her place, and fields her mother's own worries and curiosity as you shower and go to bed. You let her do the cajoling about keeping everything quiet, since you just... don't have the brain for it right now.\n\nYour parents seem a bit worried about how out-of-it you seem over the next week or so, but you keep it together, and are able to get back to acting like normal. Hey, clearly this was all just... a weird dream, right? Three minutes actually passed. No way all that happened in three minutes, let alone just... happened. Invisible monsters in the mirror? Don't be ridiculous. So what if your pussy is all fat and plump and sensitive now, same with your tits? That's just... puberty, right? And if you wanna move the mirror out of your bedroom, and never go in the bathroom after dark unless it's an absolute emergency, hey, everyone has eccentricities, right?\n\nEccentricities! That's why when you move out on your own, you refuse to ever bring a mirror in the house. That's why you're always home before dark. That's why you jump and give a little shriek every time you hear a clocktower or church bell ring. That's all. Just... personal quirks!\n\nHaha! Ha! Haha!\n\nHa.\n\n<b>Churchclock</b> ending - <i>Eccentricities</i>

There's already a stack of paperwork to do, and you can visit the advanced students to check in on them at any time... it looks like most of them need a bit of a talking-to or at most a scolding anyway, not super pressing stuff. You get to work filling out forms and going over guideline manuals for your new position, occasionally introducing yourself to a fellow teacher as they come in between their classes.\n\nYou're just starting to get close to wrapping up when your email notification pings. Bringing up the window, you note the title line of 'Time to pick your club again!' Club? You click on the email and read through. Ah, apparently it's at this early point in the semester where 'advisors' are chosen for the students' clubs. Teachers who are retiring, changing jobs, simply don't have time to be an advisor anymore due to a greater work load, or are just tired of being an advisor can vacate their positions at the start of the semester, and now is when new advisors are asked to volunteer to take over those vacant roles. It says that any teacher that has the free time is very much encouraged to take an advisor position, but it's apparently not mandatory (much in the same way that any socially mandatory thing isn't technically mandatory, if you're reading right). \n\nWell, you will have a fair amount of free time until they assign you more classes, even after overseeing the advanced students, you figure. So you follow the link at the bottom of the email to the spreadsheet listing the vacancies... looks like most of the more 'mainstream' clubs like the Reading Club and the Tea Appreciation Club have already been snatched up. Even as you watch more and more are being filled in, and by the time you read to the bottom there are only a handful of vacancies... and you're pretty sure it's because no one particularly wanted them. Still, when you were doing your reading earlier, you recall something saying that any club that's without an advisor by three weeks after the official designated club starting point for the semester would be disbanded. You figure you owe it to the kids to at least take a look and see if you could be of help to any of them.\n\nLet's see, first up is the [[Occult Investigation and Research Club|HelOIRC]]. The notes column next to the name, however, dubs it the 'weirdo aliens and ghosts club', making you frown. Well that's not very nice, teachers shouldn't be writing things like that about their students! You suppose you see why when you read the official description: 'A club dedicated to researching, investigating, and seeking out all the strange and unusual, including but not limited to aliens, psychics, ghosts, and magic.' So... yes it sounds like they are likely a bit odd, but still! They're teenagers, they should still be having fun with things they're interested in!\n\nThough you admit that view is a bit strained when you see that the next one down is the [[Secret Powers Development Society|HelChuu]], which the notes column calls 'chuunibyou club'. Oh, right, you think you heard of that... "eighth grader syndrome", where junior high students indulge in wild fantasies and "edgy" dramatic personas, clinging to the imaginative behavior of childhood while dipping their toe into the darker and more serious world that lies beyond. If it's a high school club that does mean that the students might be a little bit old for such fantasies, probably explaining why their last advisor gave up the position and no one wants to step in.\n\nThird is the [[Cultural Research and Appreciation Society|HelOtaku]], which the note calls 'otaku club'. Ah, yes, you've heard of this... students who want to use school resources to indulge their fannish hobbies. ... Still, you can't blame them for wanting a chance to socialize with people that share their interests, or to have a safe haven within the school, especially since you understand that Japanese schools tend to have something of a bullying problem. Even if it's an 'excuse club', it might have a valid purpose.\n\nThe last of the empty and neglected slots on the club list is the [[Human Behavioral Investigation Club|HelPerv]]. It doesn't have a note on it, interestingly enough, apparently it doesn't have enough of a reputation to get labeled. The official description reads 'To better understand how people interact with each other in society by investigating and recreating their dominant behaviors so as to encourage better connections among us.' That... sounds like it might be a club formed by, and for, people who have difficulty understanding others. They probably could stand to have some adult guidance to explain things for them, in that case.\n\nOf course, you're very new here, and since all of these clubs seem like they might be made up of outcasts, you suppose that making them further seem odd and different by making them 'the club with the American for an advisor' might not benefit them after all. Maybe you should [[pass on becoming an advisor|HelenJP]], at least for this semester, until you're more established and normalized.

* <b>Main:</b> The pirate-aligned Cypher can now [[ditch his comrades|BadCypher3x1]] when he realizes the Raptarran bait ship is trapped.\n* <b>Main:</b> Cat-ified Eric can elect to become [[human again right away|RunFF6x3]].

Entranced, you continue to watch your mother eat the stranger out, her soft, eager moans and the way she presses her mouth up between the plump lips of the other woman's sex indicating this definitely isn't some sort of blackmail or lost bet. No, she's going after that pussy like it has the cure for what ails her, practically rocking her body forward to press her face against it, shaking her round ass in the air and showing off the damp spot growing on the purple fabric of her panties, the back of them not quite wide enough to cover the pucker of her asshole.\n\nThe other woman coos and moans softly, bringing one hand up to pinch and tweak at one of her nipples. A few moments later your mother moves up, tugging the cup of her bra down and covering the other nipple with her mouth, suckling at it as she slides two fingers into the other woman's pussy. "Mmm, fuck, yes, that's right," the stranger moans softly, before tugging your mother up into another deep, virtually pornographic kiss.\n\nYou bite your lip as you watch the two of them press in close together, the brunette's hands sliding up and down your mother's back and then moving to squeeze and knead at her ass, dragging her against her so their tits can press together. Then it's your mother who's moving to rest back against the headboard, lifting her ass as her lesbian lover strips off those damp purple panties. The woman starts right off by sliding two fingers into your mother's pussy with a coo of "You're so wet"... only to pull them out after several strokes and slide down, pushing one into your mother's ass instead. Your mother lets out a long, low moan that's interrupted by a gasp as the other woman moves down to start plying her pussy with lips and tongue, shaking her own completely bare ass and sex a bit in the air. You stare as your mother reaches back, undoing her own bra and shimmying out of it, heavy tits wobbling and then giving a jiggle as she thumps herself back against the headboard. "Ah... oh, oh fuck..."\n\nBarely even thinking about what you're doing, your hands move down to undo the front of your jeans, so that you can slip a hand down the front of your panties. You lean a bit more heavily against the wall, head resting against the door frame as you watch them, trying to breathe shallowly through your parted lips as you start stroking along your own dripping-wet slit. The other hand comes up, squeezing one of your breasts through your t-shirt, before you realize you need to press it to the doorframe for balance. Your hips give little twitches towards your own strokes as you pleasure yourself watching your mother being eaten out by a strange woman, her ass slowly but steadily finger-fucked. \n\n"Oh, oh God, Amethyst, fuck, I'm gonna cum," your mother moans after several more minutes of this, arching her back to present her tits proudly, eyes closed and head leaned back. You drag in a shuddery breath at both the sound and sight as she begins bucking her hips towards the other woman's face, her moans turning quick, needy, pleading...\n\n<hr>\n[["Mmmnf!"|GGParent]]\n\n[["..."|GGParent]]

"I..." You grunt as your stomach muscles clench painfully, then blurt out, "Fine! One of the girls, I'll fuck one of the girls!"\n\nAlmost instantly the shuddering, spasming, and trembling of your metallic skin ceases, flowing back into the smooth, at-ease sensation you had before. Before you can really take that in, you make a low noise at a feeling of pressure from your crotch... and stare down past your gleaming, featureless silver breasts as a long chrome shaft pushes out from your crotch, rising up in an elegant arc like someone made a mold of a very smooth dildo and cast it with gallium. "... Wha...?"\n\n'The negative sensations we both experience are to urge us to feed. Once the feeding is accepted and we're pushing towards it, they pass to allow us to concentrate on doing so. Plus, since you picked a girl and we do need to be relatively quick about it, I thought-' Shine cuts off as you both moan from you wrapping a hand around the silver shaft and giving it a few experimental strokes. 'Mmmm, yes, that feels good, doesn't it?'\n\nLetting out a shuddery breath and giving a mute nod of agreement, you walk over to the rows of blank-eyed hostages and look them over. In the front row is a girl about your own age, with long blonde hair in a ponytail, a white and pink baseball shirt with 3/4 sleeves, and designer jeans, putting her somewhere between 'tomboy' and 'prep'. You swallow hard, then steel your resolve as well as your skin. Remembering that the suited men seemed to think the captives would obey just about anybody, you point at her and say in an authoritative voice, "You, take four steps forward."\n\nShe does so, her motions somehow both overly smooth and a little jerky, like someone sleepwalking. You swallow again, then order, "Push your jeans and anything under them down around your knees, then bend over and grab your ankles." Beneath the smooth silver mask you worry your lower lip with your teeth as you watch her obey, hands stiffly moving to unbutton and unzip the jeans and shove them, and the pale purple panties under them, down to pile around her knees, before she bends over and grips low on her calves, her bare ass in the air. You hesitate again, but at a little twitch from your thigh you put yourself in motion, making your way around behind her. You can't quite help reaching out to run your smooth chrome hands over her ass... she has a really nice one. Then you guide your quicksilver phallus to her slit, grip her hips, and push in.\n\nBoth you and Shine moan in unison again at the feeling. Much like the tentacles that penetrated you earlier, your chrome cock is apparently virtually frictionless, sliding inside her and pushing her wide effortlessly. And yet you can feel and process so much of the sensation of her around you, how hot she is... and how wet she is once you slide partway in, her body apparently unconsciously reacting to the feeling of a cock inside her. Without thinking you shove the rest of the way into her, your hips starting to pump in some buried instinct, smooth silver skin lightly slapping against firm upturned peach skin. And speaking of those tendrils inside you, they begin writhing and stroking, this time very deliberately, making you twitch and buck your hips harder as Shine begins fucking you even as the two of you are fucking the blonde. She just continues to stare at the ground, face unchanging, even as her pussy starts to drip around you, sending little rivulets of arousal running down your silver crotch.\n\n'She feels soooo good around us, doesn't she?' Shine's voice coos in your mind. Actually isn't it starting to sound a bit more like your own? Still, you can feel her brushing and moving those tentacles inside you, even squeezing your breasts and tweaking your nipples with the substance covering them. 'Relax and enjoy it, Master. You need to do this, so there's no reason to torture yourself about it. Relaaax. Enjooooy.'\n\n<hr>\n[[Give in and enjoy it.|GGDS2x4]]\n\n[[Resist, this is pure necessity.|GGDS]]

"I say we take out the bandits," you decide after a moment's thought. "I mean no one's really gonna complain about one less bandit gang in the world, right?"\n\n"Two, since nobody listened to my idea, but yeah, fair 'nuff," Kama agrees.\n\nVery early in the morning, with the sun barely up, the four of you set off in the direction indicated by the map, Meridia and Wick leading the way and occasionally whispering back about what she sees ahead. Soon enough you come to what's obviously an encampment. The inhabitants all seem to be awake, but a number of them are lolling outside their tints and milling around the fire, obviously still half asleep. There's about a dozen of them, maybe a few more out of sight doing typical morning things, mostly clad in mismatched patchwork armor that still somehow looks vaguely uniform. Yup, bandits alright.\n\n"Alright," you whisper to the others. "Since there's so many more of them than us, and I'm not seeing any way to use the environment, I think we should be pretty straightforward. We rush them, hit them hard, take down as many as we can before they even know what's happening. Hopefully by the time they wake up and realize they're actually under attack the numbers will be a little closer to even."\n\n"Ooo, I like this plan," Kama chirps from beside you.\n\n"Not the most elegant thing in the world but I agree, with this batch of disreputables I think we might take out as many as half of them before they have a chance to fight back," Meridia murmurs.\n\n"I'm good with those odds," Liyal adds, drawing a flail with multiple different-shaped heads out from behind her cape and giving it a flick to unfurl the chains. She notices you staring and blinks. "What? It's the god-dess's favored weapon."\n\n"I bet," you mutter, trying not to think too hard about how all those polyhedronal dice shapes really do look deadly sized up, cast in hard metal, and in some cases with sharpened edges. "Okay, on three, ready? One, two, THREE!"\n\nThe four of you burst from hiding, Kama somewhat impinging on the idea of giving them less warning by roaring loudly. Still, she takes down two bandits almost immediately, her big half-blunt sword smashing one to the ground and sending another toppling over with his head still on but at a decidedly sickening angle. Liyal smashes someone across the head with the flail, providing them with an interesting variety of cuts, contusions, and blunt force trauma, while Meridia thrusts out her hands, a flickering motion in the air in front of them preceding a pair of bandits being lifted off their feet and flung backwards slightly, dropping to the ground with their chests crunched in. For your part, you wade in using your longsword, slashing one bandit across the throat before wheeling and stabbing another through the belly. Part of you is screaming that you're actually killing people this has gone too far what the hell is happening but luckily the part of you that's treating this as just another game encounter is still in charge for the moment.\n\nIn the first few moments of the skirmish your party really has almost halved the number of bandits. You wheel to face the other half of the camp, where the rest have quickly armed and oriented themselves. A pair of the bandits have retreated back past the semi-line of the others and separated from each other as well... a green-caped archer who's nocking an arrow and raising his bow, looking like he means to shoot over the heads of the melee fighters and into your group, and a man in a patchwork cloak of numerous bright colors who's raising his hands, his mouth moving with words you can't hear from this distance.\n\n<hr>\n[[Focus on the archer.|GGWar]]\n\n[[Focus on the other guy.|GGWar2x7]]

"CASTER!" you shout, pointing your sword towards the chanting man. "Kama, kill that caster, NOW!"\n\n"ON IIIIIIIIIIIIIIITTTT!" the Tiefling literally roars, her eyes turning red with black sclera as her muscles visible bulge, the bikini-clad woman charging forward in a beeline towards him. The line of melee fighters balk a bit at the sight (and who can blame them), which is probably why she's able to almost literally smash right through them, sending several tumbling to the ground. The others try to regroup and harry her... leaving them completely open to you and Liyal attacking them from the numerous openings left by their focus on the raging barbarian. Kama gives animalistic yowls of fury, not pain, as an arrow thunks heavily into her upper arm, and another into the side of her stomach, but she doesn't so much as flinch, let alone deviate from her path.\n\nThe archer's fingers are shaking some as he nocks his next arrow, but it never gets to fly. He obviously catches some motion or senses some danger since he wheels around and brings his bow up in another direction, but it doesn't stop the multiple projectiles of acid from striking him heavily and bursting, the now viscous green fluid spreading over his body. He gives a horrible scream that quickly turns into a gurgle as he collapses to the ground, form growing somewhat less distinct.\n\nEither the death of his covering fire or the huge part-demon bearing down on him distracted him or Kama was just faster than his casting time, because the Caster has little he can do other than widen his eyes in horror as the big woman swings her weapon up high and brings it down hard. At that speed and strength the weapon does go a good few inches into the place where his shoulder and neck meet, but it's clearly more the force of impact that does him in, shattering his bones and pulping his innards and leaving him collapsing to the ground as well, albeit in a somewhat more coherent (though bent in odd places) heap.\n\nAfter that it's just a matter of cleanup. Soon Kama, spattered with blood and a bit of her own drool, is leaning heavily on her weapon and panting, large breasts heaving as her lungs pump hard. You're catching your breath too as Meridia comes over, looking about as clean as usual, and give her a nod of thanks as she waves a hand, making the blood, dirt, and sweat on you flake and fall off, leaving you... unmarred if not quite feeling as clean as a bath would leave you.\n\n"A good call, taking out that sorcerer first," Meridia notes.\n\n"Yeah, well," you answer, shrugging. It's just common sense to kill the casters first, isn't it? Just doesn't seem like a great idea to say that to a witch.\n\n"Whazzis he was sitting on?" Kama grunts as she straightens up, making her way to where the sorcerer had been sitting before the attack. "Is this an actual no-foolin' treasure chest?"\n\n"It does look like one," Meridia answers, with you following her as she walks over, the witch squatting down, legs swinging wide as she balances on the balls of her feet, her loincloth barely keeping her decent. "And they've done the work of picking the lock for us, too!" she says after a moment, swinging the lid up. Inside is a pile of coins, enough that a few almost slip down and slide out when the lid is opened. Mostly gold, a few silver, you think you even see a few more white ones that must be platinum.\n\n"Now <i>that's</i> a haul!" Kama crows, throwing back her head and laughing delightedly. "I love it when my loot comes in ready-to-spend form!"\n\n"Indeed, that is the best..." Meridia trails off, going a little paler than usual as something sinks in.\n\n"Did you find something the bandits stole? Oooo, is that-" Liyal cuts off as she arrives, and she too goes pale as she apparently puts it together a bit faster than the other woman. "Oh. Oh no. Ohhhh no."\n\n"Huh? What's the matter?" Kama looks between the other two, obviously confused. You're starting to get a vague idea of the problem but you're not sure, so perhaps uncharitably you let her seem like the only one who doesn't get it. "It's a huge chest full of money, that's the perfect loot!"\n\n"It's a huge chest full of <i>money</i>, you idiot!" Liyal snaps, wheeling on her and pointing towards the coins. "No jewelry or art or gems, it's just coins! These idiots hit up a <i>tax caravan</i>!"\n\n"Or worse, it's a bribe meant for some aristocrat," Meridia groans, rubbing her face with both hands, Wick putting a paw on her foot in an attempt to comfort her.\n\n"Oh." Kama blinks slowly. "... That's bad, huh?"\n\n"Pretty bad," you add in, making a face. You know governments in your world can be pretty fucking vicious about making sure their taxes get paid, and those are "civilized" governments. You're thinking that here, especially from Meridia and Liyal's reactions, it's probably even worse. The difference over whether it's tax money or bribe money is probably the difference between being executed publicly or tortured secretly.\n\n"Ohhhh Leonesse I know you like to provide challenges via quirks of chance but please this is a little much," Liyal whispers, apparently mostly to herself as she turns back and forth fretfully as if looking for a sign.\n\n"We'll just... we'll walk away," Meridia says, straightening up and sweeping her hands out. "We won't take even a coin, we'll just walk away."\n\n"What?!" Kama blurts. "Hey look I know you civilized folks get hung up on your stupid pledges of fealty but we can't just leave all that loot!"\n\n"Don't be a moron, if we take that money it won't be just a few roving guards looking for us they'll send the Imperial Rangers!" Liyal shouts back at her.\n\n"FINE THEN I'LL SMASH THEM TOO!" Kama barks back, eyes starting to tint red again.\n\nThis is getting out of hand fast. "Enough!" you snap, which does seem to bring everyone's attention back to you. "... Listen. Here's what we'll do..."\n\n<hr>\n[[You'll take the money.|GGWar]]\n\n[[You'll take the money back.|GGWar]]\n\n[[You'll leave the money.|GGWar]]

Okay, you're going to take a wild-ass guess and figure some sort of Tiefling barbarian. As such, probably not one for mincing around, so maybe it would help to seem unimpressed. At least a little. Plastering a calm expression on your face, you answer, "Nah, I don't mind, you can keep using my fire."\n\nThat makes her blink, and she looks puzzled for a second before what you're implying sinks in. For a split second pure rage flares in those yellow eyes... and then she bursts out laughing, straightening up and clapping you on the shoulder. "Hey, you're alright! C'mon over, the witch is makin' food!"\n\nThat is not a phrase that fills you with confidence but you've come this far. The fur bikini-clad woman turns around, showing off a large but toned ass about half covered by tiger fur, as she leads the way back to the fire. There are two other women there, and you see that they too seem to share your fashion sense (or at least the fashion sense of this character you've wound up inhabiting). One is a pale woman with long black hair, partly loose and partly done up in a number of braids with little beads and charms wound through them, wearing what's essentially a black bikini top (just with a bit more coverage than the barbarian's) and a leather loincloth, as well as hip-high leather boots and shoulder-high fingerless leather gloves. She also has what you at first thing is a black cat sitting on her shoulder, but at a flare from a log cracking in the fire you realize is a fox that's pitch black from the tip of its nose to the tip of its tail. The other woman is tan, with sandy blonde hair that's carefully coifed and falls in light waves to below her shoulders, wearing what looks like a cross between a tunic and a dress, white cloth with little buckles running up one side of the front that covers her neck but leaves her arms bare, with a pair of slits at the sides that start just above the waste, leaving her hips bare. She's also wearing an extremely expensive-looking pair of thigh-high red leather boots with turned-down tops trimmed with gold, and an equally expensive-looking set of black leather gloves with silver inlay.\n\n"I'm Kama. That's Meridia, and Liyal."\n\n"Cyan," you say by way of introduction, settling a bit carefully onto one of the downed trees around the fire once you've tied up your horse, Kama flumping down a bit more inelegantly.\n\n"Good evening, Cyan," Meridia says, bobbing her head, somewhat discomfit blue eyes nevertheless reflecting her smile. (Which is also slightly discomfiting, if you're honest, though you can't quite say how.) "May we assume that you too had difficulties fitting in with your assigned group for the Empress's little archaeological adventure?"\n\nYou blink, glancing around. "What, all of you too?"\n\nKama snorts. "They teamed me up with a Paladin, a noblewoman harp player, and a fancy swordsman in clothes that could've bought off a year of service and who wore perfume. How d'ya think that went?"\n\n"Similarly, I was assigned a group that took issue with my nature," Meridia picks up, raising her hands and wiggling her rather sharp-looking black nails. "While I assured them I was not a servant of evil... and I am not... further discussion of the nature of my path to power... bothered them."\n\n"Uh... what path is that?" you ask, unable to help thinking her silent, weird pet is still pretty cute as it yawns widely, pink tongue curling.\n\n"Any path." Her red-painted lips curl in a flash of a grin. "Normally, witches compact with only one source of power. I look to many... the stars, the space between them, unknown beings, lower planes. I promise them no fealty but I'll take what they offer me if the price is not too high. Even for someone with the theoretical power of reincarnation, life is too short... I find it far too interesting to dabble."\n\n"What about you?" you ask, looking over at the blonde.\n\n"I'm just a cleric, the disagreement I had with my group was really stupid," she grumbles, staring into the fire.\n\nKama barks a laugh at that. "Go on, tell her of what god!"\n\nLiyal's pretty face pulls a sour expression, before she sighs. "Leonesse." At your blank look, she raises her slender, shaped brows. "The god-dess of gambling?"\n\n"So what, your magic is just... random?" You would think rolling dice for it would make any spells sufficiently random for a god(-dess?) of gambling, but you suppose in a world where that's not literally happening there must be some other element.\n\n"No!" Her cute lips poke out in a pout, before she sighs again, gesturing with her hands as she speaks. "I have all the same healing, smiting, and even resurrection spells as any other cleric. It's just that when I use them, there's a chance it just straight-up work as expected, but also a chance that it will work as expected but there will be some unanticipated side effect. ... And a very, very, teeny, tiny chance that something completely random will happen, yes," she admits, sagging a little, Meridia leaning over and rubbing her upper arm comfortingly.\n\n"How 'bout you, what happened there?" Kama grunts.\n\nYou'd like to say you don't want to talk about it, but after they all fessed up it feels like they wouldn't accept that. Maybe better to tell the truth... from a certain point of view. "I confided in my group's sort-of leader that I'm from a land extremely far away, far enough I guarantee none of you have ever heard of it," you Obi-Wan. "So I don't really know anything about this place. Also even though I'm trained and skilled, this is my first real adventure, and she basically said she couldn't trust that."\n\nKama snorts, rolling her yellow eyes. "Damn fool reason y'ask me. Everyone's gotta be from somewhere, an' everyone's gotta get first blooded at some point."\n\n"I'd tend to agree," Meridia pipes up. "It's a fool who lambasts someone for their lack of experience and then refuses to teach them."\n\n"Well, we'd pretty much agreed we'd all three team up together and try to deal with our situation, since none of us is keen to go it alone," Liyal says. "So since we're all in the same bag of holding, maybe we should share our bottle of air, you know?"\n\n"Yeah? I'd be up for that. But what'll we actually do?" you ask.\n\n"We were just trying to decide that," Liyal admits.\n\n"Before I left my group I saw the map of where their assigned dungeon was," Meridia speaks up. "There's nothing in the rules that say that you have to search for the Dorugahn Borus only in the ruins you've been assigned... and even if they were, that means it's still technically my right to look there and you'd all just be coming with me. If we got there before them and found it ourselves..."\n\n"Personally, I think we ought to just turn bandit," Kama grunts. "Since we're going to be declared criminals anyway if we duck out on that stupid ten years of service, might as well actually be criminals and such. I mean it ain't like I'm suggestin' we raze the countryside lootin' an' pillagin'," she adds, though the wistful tone of her voice says she also wouldn't necessarily mind. "But, y'know, hit a few merchant wagons, maybe a town bank or two."\n\n"Well I think we should take our chances-" Liyal starts.\n\n"Big shock!" Kama booms with a short laugh.\n\nLiyal sticks her tongue out at the tiefling, then continues. "I think we should take our chances just doing some proper adventuring, preferably far away from where any of the search for the Dorugahn Borus is occurring so that we'll have better chances of finding untouched treasures. With a little luck we can all make enough to pay off our debt and plenty more besides in gold and enchanted items." She pauses, then actually smiles and adds, "Besides, outside the borders of the ruled lands is where some of the best and most fun gambling houses are."\n\n"We've been going around in circles debating the merits of every idea," Meridia admits as she spreads her hands in a shrug, her fox flicking its tail as her movements make it shift on her shoulder. "Honestly, it's probably good that you showed up, Cyan, we need a tiebreaker. I don't think any of us is going to move on the idea we think is best, so maybe if you pick one?"\n\n"Yeah, I'll buy that," Kama grunts. "Seems fair, can't argue with two against one, even if it's two ones."\n\nLiyal gives Kama a long look, before clearing her throat and nodding. "You happening upon us would seem to be a lucky roll of the dice, Cyan, so whatever you choose, I'll go along with it and consider it Leonesse's will."\n\nWell, you wound up stumbling right into responsibility, didn't you? Suddenly it's up to you whether your new adventuring party is going to try and lootsteal, just outright steal, or murderhobo your way across the wilds like a proper lot of adventurers. Which should it be?\n\n<hr>\n[[Go after a Dorugahn Borus.|GGWar]]\n\n[[Turn bandit.|GGWar]]\n\n[[Homicidehouselessness.|GGWar2x5]]

You turn it over for a bit in your head, then mm. "I think in the end, trying to earn the treasure to buy ourselves out of the contract is best. Like even if we found one of the artifacts, we'd still wind up subservient to her, right? Better to just be rid of this whole thing. ... Besides, if we go out adventuring on the frontier or whatever, it'll be a much shorter trip if we decide to just ditch the bitch and leave the country," you add.\n\nThat comment earns another bark of laughter from Kama, who leans over to thump you on the shoulder again. "'Ditch the bitch'! Ha, that's the best! Hey, I change my vote, let's do the thing where we have the opportunity to ditch the bitch!"\n\n"Put that way, I guess I've no real objections," Meridia muses, picking up a wooden bowl and ladeling some of the stew from the cauldron bubbling on the fire into it. You start to ask what's in it but decide maybe it's better if you don't. ... Actually it pretty much just looks like gumbo. ... Which really just reinforces your initial impression. "Roaming about dipping into ancient ruins and caves doesn't exactly displease me."\n\nLiyal looks pleased, tossing you a winning smile, before accepting a bowl of the sort-of-gumbo with more blatant dubiousness than you did. "Alright then, it's settled. Tomorrow we'll strike out for the border lands."\n\nYour journey takes awhile... and if you ever complained about having to make long trips in-game when you didn't actually have to walk or ride anywhere, it's nothing like taking a week of actual time. You at least eventually get used to the feeling of your saddle rubbing on your bare pussy through the virtually imperceptible protective magic of your armor fairly quickly, after that it's mostly getting used to your party members. Kama and Meridia tend to tease Liyal a fair bit, the one bluntly and the other gently and with dry wit, which makes her huff and pout quite a bit but you have to admit is kind of cute. Liyal wants to play dice a lot whenever you rest or make camp, which is fun at first but winds up being a lot like a friend who's become obsessed with the latest multiplayer game they bought on Steam and won't stop bugging you to play it with them. Kama overall tends towards a fair number of barbarian stereotypes, loud, blunt, and rather aggressive, which can be trying when you put up with it for days rather than quick cracks around the RPG table or seeing it in animated gif form on social media. Meridia mostly plays the role of the party sarcastibitch... not in a mean way, but usually with something quippy to say about anything someone else says. In fairness, you imagine that you probably get on their nerves at some point during the journey too, but you can't possibly imagine how because you're so completely normal and right about everything.\n\nAs you make that camp that night, your opinion of Meridia immediately shoots back up from any of the annoyances of the day as she walks over and passes her fox (whose name is Wick) to you, the extremely floofy creature flopping against your shoulder as you pet his back. "Here, I'm going to do a bit of a ritual," she announces, plucking a small tuft of fur from Wick's tail, who seems wholly unperturbed by it. "Kama, I need a drop of your blo-"\n\n"'Kay," the Tiefling grunts, pulling a knife sheathed around her thick thigh and yanking the blade across her palm.\n\n"A drop a drop a DROP!" Meridia yelps, even as she quickly goes scrambling in her bag for a bottle, leaving you and Wick staring at the scene as she scrambles over and collects about a large potion's worth of the barbarian's rust red blood. "Space between stars, woman, do you always have to be so..." She frowns, glancing at you. "What was that word you used the other day?"\n\n"Extra."\n\n"Do you always have to be so extra?"\n\n"Psh, don't throw a fit over it, it's already practically healed up," Kama holds up her hand and wiggles her fingers, showing that the gash does already look like it's a few weeks old. She then flops down on a boulder beside where Liyal has been working on putting together a fire and trying to ignore the rest of you. "What's the big deal anyway? Why ya need my blood?" she asks as she relaxes for the evening... meaning, untying her top. While it looks like it's not hiding anything at all, you've learned after a week it definitely must be magic, because when she takes it off her dark red breasts give a heavy bounce as they expand to at least half again their previous size, with large, thick almost black-red nipples. Apparently the top is enchanted to prevent any dexterity penalty those might offer when she's wielding her weapon. \n\n"I'm making a treasure map," Meridia explains as she settles onto her knees and uses a nail to draw a design in the dirt, before unrolling a piece of blank parchment over it and pinning the corners with different polished stones. "The blood of a virgin would give better clarity and detail, but blood with devilish influence is a decent second choice."\n\nYou open your mouth to comment, then close it and just resume petting Wick. You actually have no idea whether this body is a virgin. If you really became the sort of character you'd build, complete with backstory, probably not.\n\nMeridia sprinkles the black foxhair over the surface of the parchment as she murmurs quietly, then brings around the bottle and, with an obviously practiced flourish, moves it so that a single drop flicks out of the opening and falls onto the center of the parchment, sending up a plume of colorless. Not just normal smoke, but specifically colorless smoke, and you're not really sure how you know that or what it looks like and your brain really doesn't want you thinking about it much. Instead Meridia gives an "A-HA!" and picks up the no longer empty parchment. The rest of you wind up crowding in to look, which leaves you pressed between Meridia's shoulder and Kama's bare tits as she stands on tiptoe to better look over you. "This is... ... this is actually a very pretty map," she notes, frowning a little at the very classic if rather antique Japanese watercolor style depiction of hills, trees, and symbols, albeit all rendered in the color of old rust.\n\n"Hey, looks like I drew it," Kama notes cheerfully.\n\nThe other three of you turn your heads to stare at her for a long moment, which she looks confused about. By mutual silent assent, all of you turn to look back at the map. "Alright, so, these symbols indicate various sorts and qualities of treasure," Meridia explains, gesturing to points on the map. "There's a lot of 'ruins with decent things' in them markings, not exactly big scores but we could still go through a lot of them, none of them have particularly high danger signs. It looks like there's a group of bandits with a decent treasure here," she continues, pointing at a spot not too far away from the rock you're pretty sure denotes your current campsite. "And this is... huh, that's the gambling hall symbol."\n\n"That's probably the Golden Needle, I heard one of the places to access it was around here," Liyal chimes in. At Meridia's glance, she shrugs. "It's probably one of the nicest and most patroned casinos on the plane, so they colocate it. Usually somewhere outside of anyone's authority, to avoid taxes. There's no point in us going there unless we have the money to gamble with first anyway."\n\n"Mm." Meridia turns back to the map, then points at another symbol. "Beastmen."\n\n"Beastmen?" you prompt her.\n\n"Beastmen are raiders," Kama grunts. "Treasure, weapons, people, they'll scoop up just about anything they want on a trip into the civilized lands and carry it back to their little ragtag kingdoms that are usually run by someone powerful and smart-ish... y'know, not a beastman. So if you think you can actually pull off hitting them with a raid of your own, you can do pretty good."\n\n"Hm." You're a full-ish party with decent balance, but you hesitate to assume you could pull off a daring robbery against a small kingdom's worth of savage raiders. "Anything else, Meridia?"\n\n"Mm. Yes." She points to a symbol in the mountains... one that looks like a rather distinctive roaring, horned head. "Dragon hoard."\n\n"Like... with a dragon?"\n\n"This does indicate that it belongs to a particularly large, powerful, and old dragon, yes."\n\n"Wait, I think I know this one," Liyal chimes in, leaning a bit closer. "The lair of Kyroth is supposed to be in that region, that could be him."\n\n"Kyroth was known as the Armageddon Made Flesh, Liyal, all the more reason to not even set foot in the mountains," Meridia answers dryly. \n\n"Yeah but absolutely no one has seen Kyroth in three centuries, not even little glimpses or rumors," Liyal answers, looking ever more excited. "In fact the last story about him says that he faced off against the Lady In Purple at Lonehollow Lake and no one knows what happened there. It's possible she killed him and his treasure's just been laying around ever since!"\n\nMeridia, you, and Kama all sigh heavily. Since someone's gotta say it, you bite the bullet. "You want to go there because it's such a huge gamble that he won't be there, right?"\n\n"YES!" Liyal admits in a gush, clasping her hands and wiggling in place, rubbing her thighs together in a way that says she's probably soaking through her panties as she speaks. "By the god-dess's daily diceroll for their body <i>yes</i> I absolutely want to take that risk! It's essentially a choice between spitting in the face of a vengeful physical god and almost effortlessly acquiring more wealth and power than we could ever spend in our lives! That's the sort of gamble a worshiper like me dreams of!" She blushes brightly as the rest of you give her flat looks. "... I mean, it will still be there later, if... if you guys really want to do something different. ... but I wanna..." she adds in an almost whimper, biting her lower lip.\n\nThe other two look at you, and you roll your eyes. "Don't look at me, you guys picked her up before I even got here."\n\n"Rude!"\n\n"Yeah but somebody does need to pick," Kama grunts. "And I'm havin' a feeling the rest of us are gonna be split on ideas again. So since you're basically our official tiebreaker just go ahead and pick what you want. I'm bored as shit of travel, I wanna actually do somethin'."\n\n"Kama's got a point, somebody needs to make a decision and somebody may as well be you," Meridia agrees, holding the map more in front of you. "What will it be, Cyan?"\n\n<hr>\n[[The easy ruins.|GGWar]]\n\n[[The bandits.|GGWar2x6]]\n\n[[The beastmen.|GGWar3x1]]\n\n[[The dragon hoard.|GGWar]]

Something about her whole manner just makes your skin itch, and you scowl deeply. "Yeah, no thanks, I'll pass on being locked up in an elven asylum."\n\n"That is not what-" \n\n"Yeah, sure it's not. HYA!" you call as you turn your horse and urge it to take off at a gallop, leaving the road and going cross-country. You can hear Astoriel and Amora call out your name in very different tones, but you ignore them both and keep going. You don't hear any sounds of pursuit, but you keep the pace up for a good few minutes until you're fairly sure they won't be able to catch up to you even if they start now.\n\nOnce you're well away from them you settle the horse back to a walk, sulking a little. Well that went swimmingly, maybe you should have just kept your trap shut. You guess this is probably why characters in these sorts of stories spend half their time lying their asses off about where they came from... so the other party members don't look at them like they're crazy. Well, you're on your own now, you think as you let the horse mostly just go where it likes as long as it's forward. Better take stock of what you've got to work with.\n\nYou rummage around in your pack, quickly discovering that it must be a Handy Haversack since stuff keeps coming to hand. Okay, looks like you've got some dried meat for rations, a couple of waterskins (you assume they're water, anyway), a couple of glass containers with starkly blue liquid in them that you're guessing are healing potions, some camping supplies, and a rolled-up piece of parchment. Curious, you unroll and read it, finding that it's an explanation of the event you apparently just attended and got teamed up at.\n\nYour jaw drops a little as you read the terms. Ten years of service?! Either that or you have to pay it off at 10,000 gold a year, 100,000 gold for the whole thing. That's if you don't find one of these 'Dorugahn Borus' artifacts she wants. (Weird name, it kinda pokes at you and reminds you of something but you can't think what.) What a mess this is, you think sourly as you roll it back up and stuff it back in your bag. Apparently if you try to skip on it, you'll be declared a wanted criminal. That damn book's gotten you into a lot of trouble already!\n\nStill sulking, you continue riding along, the sky gradually growing dimmer. Eventually you realize you're going to need to stop for the night. You draw your horse up, realizing you've come close to some woods, and from a bit inside them there's some smoke rising amidst the branches. Another party? Maybe one who can use a warrior that's going to keep her mouth shut this time?\n\n<hr>\n[[Approach.|GGWar2x3]]\n\n[[Avoid them.|GGWar7x1]]

Maybe you'd have better luck with another group of adventurers. Just ones that you don't tell about the whole being from a world of science and angry political posts on the internet. The paper said you'd be assigned teams but not that there was any penalty for not staying in them, so you set off towards where it looks like the smoke is coming from. Once you get into the trees you have to get off your horse and walk it, but soon you can spot a campfire and even, vaguely, some forms around it.\n\nYou notice something emerging from the bushes just in time to stop and put a hand on the grip of one of your swords. Before you can draw though, there's another person(?!) pretty much in your face. She's built similarly to you, just a bit taller and more muscular, with dark reddish skin, yellow eyes, and two slender horns jutting up from her forehead with thick white hair falling around the bases of them. She also might be even less covered-up than you, just wearing what looks a lot like a string bikini made out of tiger fur, as well as knee-high boots and leather bracers trimmed around the tops with the same. The only weapon you see is a large dark metal object in one hand that's kinda-sorta sword shaped but looks like it's barely sharp.\n\n"You <i>mind</i>?" she snarls, baring several rather sharp teeth.\n\n<hr>\n[[Be contrite.|GGWar]]\n\n[[Be aggressive.|GGWar]]\n\n[[Be arrogant.|GGWar2x4]]

Doesn't every effectively celibate suburban stay-at-home mom have that one oversexed friend they live through vicariously? ... Well if not they should, it's pretty damn thrilling, even as you sit there wide-eyed and scandalized through a lot of her stories. \n\nOf course, it does take Ken a few weeks of the two of you being very embarrassed at almost every interaction and you studiously avoiding his room except when he calls for you for him to get over his illness, and after that you realize it's not much longer before he goes back to school and you may as well wait until then. By then you've spent weeks in a house that constantly smells of male arousal and cum, your pussy near-constantly reacting to it even as your mind is embarrassed and humiliated by the source, driven ever farther to seek outside relief, and you miiiight just be in a highly suggestive state of mind by the time you call up your friend Salli.\n\n"<i>Marei! Feels like it's been forever, hon!</i>" her voice chirps in your ear as she answers the phone. "<i>How's it going?</i>"\n\n"Fairly well, I suppose. Yourself?"\n\n"<i>Oh just peaches and cream pies, hon,</i>" she answers with a giggle, making you blush despite having been well-exposed to her overabundance of personality by now. "<i>What's up?</i>"\n\n"Well... I was hoping I could talk to you about it in person, actually."\n\n"<i>'Course! Why doncha come on over to my place, we'll have a chat.</i>"\n\nSoon you're knocking on the door of Salli's apartment, which opens quickly to allow the cheerful blonde to step out and give you a hug... well, as well as the two of you are really able, considering. You always considered yourself well above-average in the chest department when you were younger, but in your adult life it strikes you that you're veritably surrounded by women with just as impressive endowments. Salli's breasts easily rival your own, even though she radiates a pure 'all American' look with her long, silky golden hair and rich blue eyes, not to mention the accent. She's wearing a sort of sleeveless sweater top that stretches over her prodigious chest and leaves some of her (just slightly rounded) belly bare, as well as a pair of painted-on blue jeans, a pair of pink reading glasses pushed up into her hair.\n\n"So glad to see ya! C'mon in," Salli urges as she shows you inside. You've often wondered why someone who apparently loves to fuck on every surface in their home has settled on entirely white furniture, but then maybe that's because she doesn't have to worry about the colors fading when she hits it with the heavy cleaners, you muse as you settle down while she sits on the couch, her grin highlighting the little beauty mark to one side of her mouth as she spreads her hands.\n\n<img src="images/Salli.jpg">\n\n"So what can I do for ya, sugar? Seems it's something bigger than just wanting to chat, if y'needed it to be in person."\n\n"Yes, well, recently I've decided that I... well, it's been a long time," you admit with a huff after a few moments. "And while I don't think I'm really interested in a relationship right now, I... w-well..."\n\nSalli's entire face lights up, her hands clasping in delight as she gushes, "Oh hon, you're finally ready ta get yourself some?! It's 'bout time I swear!"\n\n"Oh please don't make this any more embarrassing than it is," you murmur, blushing as you press a hand to your face.\n\n"Oh honey it shouldn't be embarrassin' t'all! You're still a beautiful, vibrant woman, really if anythin' hittin' the peak of ya sexual years! And frankly honey, look at us," she adds with a smirk, putting her hands under her breasts and lifting a bit. "You'n'me especially, God made us for fuckin'."\n\n"Could you not?" you say flatly, even as part of your brain dances around spamming clap emojis and shouting 'YAS KWEEN!'\n\n"Alright, alright. So what're you thinkin', hon? Y'want me to set you up with a booty call? I got a book <i>just for</i> guys that are good at fuckin' and just as good at respectin' and leavin'," she adds with a smirk. "'Course, if you're really in the mood to start saunterin' towards the wild side, there's other options~!"\n\nYour immediate urge is to just dismiss the idea, but maybe that suggestibility is getting to you because instead you find yourself saying, "Such as?"\n\n"Well, there's gonna be a li'l [[party|Marei]] comin' up that I just so happen t'be invited to. The sort of party where nobody wears any clothes but everyone wears a mask, y'see?" she says, eyes glittering. "But probably the biggest outlet for any of your other potential desires is the '[[Sweet Dreams|Marei17x3]]' club."\n\n"The... 'Sweet Dreams' club?"\n\n"Mm-hmmm, sweet sorta BDSM and kink joint. Y'know, 'some of them want to abuse you, some of them want to get used by you'," she chirps cheerfully, briefly bursting into a fairly on-key bit of song. She giggles at your bright red face. "There's lots, and lots, and <i>lots</i> of options for getting your itches scratched at the Sweet Dreams, just sorta depends what flavor you want your medicine t'come in, sug."\n\nYou let that thought sort of turn over in your head a bit. As you do, [[another thought|Marei]] flits across your mind...

"There were a <i>lot</i> of articles by this guy, Ryan Rosemont," you say, leaning forward and pointing to a particular entry you made. "Like probably going back further than I went. He had this whole theory that Earth, especially the area around Deviville, gets used as a sort of nursery or, like, pet daycare by aliens who have offspring or particular animals that need certain environments or other stuff."\n\n"Hm, interesting." Rina rubs her chin. "And what's this web address here?"\n\n"Apparently Ryan and the tabloid parted ways at some point, and now he posts all this stuff about the Alien Nursery on his own website. It's actually pretty interesting, got a bunch of recent sightings, stuff about the monsters or aliens or whatever that have been seen most recently." You take out your phone and bring up the site, then hold it up. "See, according to this, Ryan thinks there's a lake about half a day from here that right this minute is hosting some sort of 'alien jellies' that need our water to mature."\n\n"Oh!" Rina's eyes start sparkling. "Well we need to go there at once then!"\n\n"Uh... huh?" You blink. "I mean... yaaay road trip and all, but you remember I'm sixteen right?"\n\n"Oh, don't worry, I'll convince your parents. I'm sure the fact that I'll pay you a bonus for this will help!"\n\n... Well, it helps <i>you</i>, but you're not entirely convinced about her being able to convince your parents. And yet, less than half an hour later you're on the road in her beat-up van, heading out to the lake to look for alien... jellyfish? "I can't believe you talked them into it."\n\n"I can be very convincing. Also the fact that I have a doctorate provides no end of authority to appeal to," she replies breezily from behind the wheel.\n\nYou can't help but feel that statements like that could really get you into trouble, but you decide to just not draw any further attention to it. Between you taking several turns behind the wheel (you do have a learner's permit at least) and Rina's van being surprisingly peppy for as old and clunky as it looks, you arrive at the lake slightly faster than expected. It's about midnight, so you were kind of hoping Rina would suggest getting a hotel room or something, but no, she's apparently way too excited and wants to get out there right now. So you're soon following along with her and her messenger bag full of stuff, her holding sleek little video camera with a viewfinder and what look like a few after-market addons as well as the light, and you holding a flashlight.\n\n"Just think, we could see an actual extraterrestrial lifeform tonight," Rina says a little breathlessly, practically vibrating with excitement.\n\n"That or a lot of algae buildup," you reply, but not too cynically... whatever else you think, it's pretty cool and exciting to be out exploring a lake in the middle of the night. \n\n"The website said that the jellies were probably out... here somewhere," Rina says after a bit of walking, pointing to a spot where the lake's fairly deep right off the shore. She pulls out her own phone and spends a moment flicking her thumb along the page. "'Bioluminesces when exposed to oxygen'... hm? So only if it surfaces? 'Attracted to motion'..." Rina looks at you, then shrugs, carefully getting down on her knees at the waterline and leaning forward, reaching out to start patting the surface of the water, sending out ripples. "Heeeere space jellies, here jelly-jelly-jellies!"\n\nYou kind of, almost think you see something move in the water, and for some reason it makes you nervous. "Uh, Rina."\n\n"Ssshhh! Cyan, you might scare them! Heeere jellies..."\n\n<hr>\n[["Listen, I really think you should move."|GGRA1x2]]\n\n[[Grab her and haul her back.|GGRA]]

"Mmmn nnnf!"\n\n"Y-yeah yeah, it'll be fine!" you call back, then sigh, shrugging out of your overshirt and hauling off your T-shirt. Despite currently being thoroughly molested by glowing tentacles from beyond the stars, Rina still manages a bit of a 'wut' look around the one fucking her face as you undo your jeans and shove them and your panties down, forcing your feet out of your boots and socks as you step out of them. "It said if it has at least two girls it won't hurt us, so...!" \n\nLord, you can't believe you're doing this. But you wade into the water, yelping a bit as the rather sudden drop-off plunges you in almost to your knees. Still, you hope that gets its attention, but just to be sure you reach down and start stroking your fingers across your slit... which, admittedly, might already be a bit damp. (Hey look you were watching those clips for a reason, alright?) Then you lean down and brush your dampened fingers through the water. "Uh, here, jelly jelly, here jellyEEEEE!" you squeal as a tentacle shoots out of the water between your legs and plunges right into your pussy.\n\nAs you sort of guessed from how Rina reacted, it doesn't actually hurt... apparently whatever it's made of or coated with, along with the fact that it's so squishy, prevents the sudden entry from hurting. In fact it almost instantly starts feeling really good as it wriggles and squirms and starts pumping inside you, leaving you gasping and moaning and completely off-guard for it to wrap more tentacles around your arms and legs and lift you into the air too. Apparently in your case it decides for more of a midair face-down-ass-up position, coiling another tentacle around your middle to lift you into a position for it to start molesting your perky, dangling tits, pressing the tips of tentacles to them and yesss it is definitely sucking, making you gasp loudly and writhe as the suction hits. Of course your gasp is a perfect opportunity for another tentacle to thrust into your mouth and down your throat, starting to face-fuck you none too gently... and yet like the one in your pussy, it's so squishy and slick that it's not nearly as uncomfortable as it could be, and in seconds that's somehow started to feel good too.\n\n'Ahshit it's one of those aphrodisiac tentacles!' you think, for a moment starting to buck and twist in the grip. (You may have watched... and read... enough hentai to be familiar with different types of tentacles.) Unfortunately (or fortunately, depending on how you look at it), your struggling only seems to encourage the creature to firm up its grip, start fucking your pussy and face more firmly, sucking your tits harder, and releasing more of whatever it is that's making you feel so good. Combined with the fact that its positioning of you gives you the perfect view of Rina similarly getting fucked, stimulated, and molested (and her of you) and soon you're completely overcome.\n\nThe two of you wiggle and writhe in midair, supported by the tentacles, moaning eagerly in pleasure as you're violated. A haze of lewd sensation settles over your mind, suppressing any thoughts but the pleasure of the glowing, translucent tentacle pumping deeper and deeper into your pussy, the other one fucking your face, even your chin providing some tingling, pleasurable sensation as the runny goo covering it dribbles down your face. There's even a feeling of your breasts being full of something warm, taught, a pleasurable trickle starting up to go along with your pussy gushing out love juices all over the molesting pseudopod. You can see Rina similarly shuddering and cumming, the night full of both of you's muffled moans and squeals of climax.\n\nThough distracted to say the least, your attention is caught by something dark passing through the tentacle fucking Rina's pussy. As it gets closer to her, the tentacle gives a sudden deeper thrust and goes still, Rina yowling around the tentacle in her throat and rolling her eyes, pussylips spreading a bit wider as the dark thing passes through, her body bucking in another obvious burst of pleasure a moment later. You watch four or so of them push into her before the tentacle fucking you suddenly gives that same deep thrust, pushing open something inside you and making you arch, giving your own tentacle-muffled scream of strange but intense orgasm, a sensation that rises with the feeling of something pushing into you and settling within.\n\nFor long minutes both of you buck and twist in an orgasm that doesn't really stop, just rises and falls with the things being pushed inside of you. You watch as Rina's belly starts to bulge out some, and you can feel your own growing heavier and more full. Eventually the tentacles pull out of both your mouth and pussy, the others moving you back to shore and laying you almost gently on your back, both you and Rina laying there panting, completely exhausted and minds blown by the experience.\n\nJust as you're starting to catch your breath, you're aware of the sense of pressure growing inside you. Looking down, your eyes widen as you watch your belly starting to swell larger, and larger, a feeling of shifting and wiggling inside you making you squeal and writhe, Rina doing the same thing beside you. Over a matter of minutes your stomach swells up until you look full-term pregnant, your belly a round, taut globe with faint bumps of outlines indicating the things within. You can feel a shuddery, squeezing sensation from your pussy, but rather than pain you again feel pleasure as something pushes out of you and slides down, spreading your pussy open within until it presses out through your lower lips, a translucent, glowing green oval going tumbling down the bank and splashing into the water.\n\nFor the next half hour you cum every single time one of the eggs pushes out of you, coming at most twenty or thirty seconds after each other but several times just coming out right after one another, the almost perfect orbs about twice the size of a chicken egg. You lose track of how many of them there are, instead just laying back and letting your mind go blank again as you fulfill your current purpose as an orgasmic little incubator.\n\nYou don't quite lose consciousness before the end, but there's definitely still a sense of waking up sometime after it's all over and you've had a bit of a chance to catch your breath and gather your wits. You sit up slowly, squirming a little, and looking over at Rina, who's similarly sitting up and adjusting her rather smeared glasses.\n\n"Well... I think that, um... that we can definitely say there's a lot of credence to this theory," she murmurs, face red. Then she blinks and points, about the same time as you do, prompting you both to look down at your own chests. Both of you seem to have gained roughly a cup size, with thicker, puffier nipples. "... Oh my, I wonder if this is permanent," she murmurs, poking the side of one.\n\n"The site... has pretty accurate info too, I guess," you huff. "It said that they're largely benign if they have at least two girls to, um... get nutrients from. And I guess other stuff. And since it didn't eat either of us or do anything weirder than the... egg... stuff."\n\nRina perks up a little, quickly looking at the ground around her, then scrambling forward on all fours to peer fearlessly into the water despite her recent experience, apparently uncaring of displaying her now well-used pussy through the rip in her black tights. She notices her camera having landed nearby and snags it, focusing the light into the water, then gives a 'tch'. "They must have the same refractory index as water when they're submerged, I can't see any of the eggs." She looks over at you hopefully. "Did any of yours not go in?"\n\n"Um." You stare at her for a moment, then look down, and stare a bit again as you realize that one of your legs sort of curled around and one of the orbs is nestled right in the crook of your knee. Rina obviously can't see it from where she is, and the glow's not bright enough to show with her turning the light towards you.\n\n<hr>\n[["Looks like."|GGRA4x1]]\n\n[["Um. No."|GGRA1x4]]

"I seriously don't think it's a good idea to get down there so close like that."\n\n"Oh, psh, what could they possibly doOOOOO?!" Rina yelps loudly as something gooey and dripping flings itself out of the water, wrapping around her arms and lifting her into the air. You're left gawking as the pair of jello-like tentacles start to glow and pulse gently with green light as water drips off of them, more emerging and wrapping around Rina's legs, lifting and parting them. The pink-haired scientist wiggles and thrashes around, unable to keep her skirt from being worked up and showing that there's a distinct lack of pantyline in her black tights... which becomes even more apparent as another tentacle emerges from the water, aims, and thrusts in, tearing through the fabric and plunging right into her pussy. "GYEEEEK!" Rina squeals, though obviously more in shock and some outrage than any pain, the tentacle already starting to wiggle and thrust as it begins to glow in the night air.\n\n"... uh..." you breathe out, frozen in place in shock as every hentai anime clip you've ever seen plays out in front of you.\n\n"Oh, mmm, ohhhh dear! Gyah!" Rina squeaks as tentacles slide under her jacket and rather obviously start groping her, one going right up the center and popping it open to reveal her pulled-down bra and breasts. She gives an even louder yelp as the tips of two tentacles press over her nipples and sort of compress, and then gives a loud moan. "S-sucking?! Oh gosh, ohhh, mmmm, ohhhh!" she moans, hips starting to buck in apparent instinctive motion towards the tentacle wriggling and pumping into her pussy. "Th-this feels... C-Cyan, do something!"\n\n"Like <i>what</i>?!"\n\n"I-I don't know! Look it up on the site or somethMMF!" Rina's plea is cut off as yet another tentacle stuffs itself into her mouth, the glow showing that it's still rather see-through, allowing you a glimpse of her mouth and throat as it stuffs itself in nice and deep and starts fucking her face.\n\nTrying not to be completely and utterly distracted by your boss getting tentacle-raped right in front of you, you hurriedly dig out your phone. (Luckily this lake isn't quite remote enough that you don't get a signal.) You hurry to the 'Alien Nursery' site and look up the page where you found the information about the lake jellies, tapping on the link for the actual creature to see if it gives more details.\n\n'Best guess is that these things absorb all kinds of liquid nutrients. They really want ones from humans at some point in the cycle. Pretty sure that if they can get nutrients from more than one human at once they're pretty benign, behavior seems to change if they only get a taste from one. Think I just avoided disaster. Don't approach these things, dummy. - R'\n\n"Put that FIRST!" you blurt out at the end line. \n\n"Mmmn?! Mmmmmf!" Rina is clearly trying to prompt you about whatever you found, but can't exactly ask directly since her throat is currently bulging around the outline of the writhing gel pseudopod fucking her face.\n\nYou stare at her, then at the screen. ... So basically, she'll be fine if you also let the tentacles fuck you, but something weird and/or bad could happen to her if you don't. Admittedly you never exactly expected to have your willingness to sacrifice for the well-being of another tested like <i>this</i>...\n\n<hr>\n[[Welp. Needs must.|GGRA1x3]]\n\n[[... Yeah no you're not doing that.|GGRA]]

"Okay, but I wanna be cut in for fifty percent of the profits if we ever actually do turn a profit on something from this," you reply.\n\n"Oh, Cyan, I'm so happy to hear you say yes! And of course I'd be absolutely delighted to cut you in for forty percent of the profits!"\n\nNodding, you roll over and close your eyes. Just on the edge of sleep, you think 'Wait a second...' before exhaustion claims you and whatever thought it was gets drowned in rather lewd dreams.\n\nThe next day you drive back to Deviville, with Rina dropping you off at home to check in with your parents, and you 'Not much' your way through answering their questions about how the research trip went. You maybe admittedly browse a few of those tentacle hentai clips again, eyeing them with a new perspective, before changing clothes and heading back over to Rina's office.\n\nShe gave you a key before dropping you off, so you let yourself in and, after not seeing her, head toward the back area. You pause at the private office door as you realize there are very porn-y sounds coming from behind it... then flush as you realize some of those porn-y sounds are you. Pushing the door open, you stare at the scene from last night being displayed on at least two monitors, with Rina typing away focused on the third monitor as if the video of the two of you being tentacle raped (shown from a low angle, obviously where the camera landed on the shoreline) was just one of those youtube lo-fi channels. "Um."\n\n"Oh, hi Cyan! I'm just writing up some observations and data while I ponder our next step," Rina says, glancing over at you before back to her data entry.\n\n"R-... right. So what's the next step?" you ask, deciding to try and be as casual as she is about this.\n\n"That's what I'm trying to decide. Obviously we could look through the site for some more potential sightings, trying to be more prepared for an alien encounter this time. That's the obvious thing. Alternatively, I was thinking we could try and go directly to the source, and talk to this Ryan Rosemont person about how they're getting this data... obviously they know a fair bit about this whole 'alien nursery' business, maybe more than they're putting on the site."\n\n"I mean, he's a journalist turned conspiracy theorist recluse, wouldn't he be pretty hard to track down?" you ask, shrugging.\n\n"Oh, I have connections, no worries there! But then, if we disturb him, he might stop updating the site or something, which I'm worried about losing the resource. What do you think?"\n\n<hr>\n[[Investigate sightings.|GGRA2x1]]\n\n[[Seek out Rosemont.|GGRA1x6]]

You're not sure if it's the fact that you're seeeriously starting to doubt Rina's good sense or some weird motherly instinct, but you make yourself look around a bit more before shaking your head. "Nope, none of 'em."\n\n"Tch," Rina says again, getting to her feet and redoing her jacket. "Well, thank you, Cyan, for sacrificing your... well, um, I won't make any assumptions, but it was definitely something you did for me and I won't forget it. I'll definitely make that bonus a lot bigger. ... Unless that would be weird?"\n\n"No, no, I think I'm okay with bigger bonus," you say a bit dryly.\n\n"Eheh, right. Um, well, I'll go back to the van and get it started, you get dressed and come along when you're ready," she says, trotting back toward the path.\n\nYou watch her go, and once you're sure she's out of sight you uncurl your leg and give the egg (you kind of assume that's what it is because what else would it be?) a little nudge, sending it rolling down the slight slope to splash into the water with the rest of them. 'Empty nest,' you think, snorting a bit to yourself, because if you can't make a few dumb puns about this you might actually have some sort of mental break.\n\nYou're not too surprised when this time, Rina elects to find a motel (albeit a pretty decent one, you wonder where she gets her funding), and the two of you take turns showering off the various sorts of goo and grime (and, likely, poking a bit more at your enhanced assets, which if they're temporary certainly don't seem to be going away any time soon) before flopping into the beds.\n\nEverything's quiet for awhile, before Rina says, "So. We got tentacle-raped by an alien."\n\n"Yup," you answer, since you're not sure what else you'd say.\n\n"And laid a bunch of eggs."\n\n"Yuh-huh."\n\n"... Not actually that terrible an experience."\n\n"... No, guess not."\n\nRina stares at the ceiling for a bit before she says, "Well, you know. Now that we know this site's information, or at least some of it, is accurate, we can actually search out more of these creatures and hopefully learn more about them. Just being a bit more prepared this time. ... Maybe reading everything in the entries," she adds, squirming a bit beneath the blankets. "But we could really learn something! At the least perhaps prove the existence of aliens."\n\n"Probably oughtta be careful about that," you note.\n\n"... Hm, you're right. Considering that this information is publicly available, we can't be the first ones to find out it's true, and yet it hasn't broken as a story. So... yes, you're right, probably best to keep documenting things privately for now. That's a good thought, Cyan. ... I really appreciate your help, I hope you'll continue being my research assistant."\n\n<hr>\n[[No way!|GGRA]]\n\n[[Yeah, okay.|GGRA1x5]]

"I think we should talk to this guy," you say after thinking about it a bit. "He's obviously got a <i>lot</i> of info. ... And I wanna tell him to put the warnings first."\n\n"Eheh, that might be a good idea, yes."\n\nThe next day, after Rina's done whatever violations of privacy her connections are privy to, the two of you head out to a house on the edge of Deviville. It's had a pretty high chain link fence installed around the yard, probably in violation of a few ordinances, and a gate installed. You and Rina look at the combination doorbell/video camera installed at the gate, exchange a glance, then shrug before she presses the button. A moment later a woman's voice answers, "<i>What?</i>"\n\n"Um, yes, hello, we're looking for Ryan Rosemont? We wanted to talk about his website," Rina says cheerfully.\n\n"<i>Are either of you feds? Oh, you looked vaguely insulted instinctively, that's probably okay then.</i>" There's a bit of a pause, before she says, "<i>Neither of you has dicks, right?</i>"\n\nYou and Rina exchange another, longer glance at that. What? Then you shake your head. "Not unless I grew one since this morning."\n\n"<i>That's not an answer!</i>"\n\n"... Uh, no. No dicks."\n\n"<i>Fine. Come on up, I guess. Front door will be unlocked.</i>"\n\n"Are you sure this is okay?" you ask Rina.\n\n"Everything's always okay forever," she replies cheerfully, pushing open the gate as it buzzes and clicks and heading up the front walk, you following after her hanging your head.\n\nRina similarly fearlessly pushes open the front door. The inside isn't really that different than your living room at home, maybe a bit messier with more battered, older furniture. You can hear clinking and clanking from the kitchen, as well as the smell of coffee, before someone emerges. She looks like she might be a few years older than you, with long, unkempt black hair, a pretty face with dark, tired eyes, and wearing a baggy grey sweater and equally baggy jeans. A cup of coffee is held negligently in one hand, and she looks decidedly unimpressed by both of you.\n\n<img src="images/RyanRosemont.png">\n\n"So, what do you want?" she asks.\n\n"Um. Well, we wanted to speak to Ryan Rosemont, please," Rina says.\n\n"Yeah. Speaking."\n\nYou and Rina exchange a glance again. Then you poke at your phone for a moment before holding it up to show a picture of a rather ruddy-faced, portly middle-aged man who clearly shaved his head due to a very receding hairline. "No, we're actually looking for this Ryan Rosemont, the journalist who used to work for The Daily Hottake."\n\n"Yeah. Speaking," she repeats blandly, sipping her coffee.\n\n"... I'm sorry, I'm not sure I follow," Rina admits.\n\n"Look, you obviously ran across one of the weird beasties yourselves, right? Maybe got a little 'alien loving'?" She does a little shimmy with her hands and hips that definitely says 'middle-aged man' despite her appearance. "Maybe came out of it a little <i>changed</i>, huh?" She snickers a little as you and Rina both reflexively fold your arms over your chests, and sinks to sit on the couch. "Trust me, these things can pull shit on you that makes a bit of boob growth look positively mundane, huh?" she adds, gesturing at herself.\n\n"So wait... you're really Ryan Rosemont?" you ask. "... Is this why you quit the Hottake all those years ago?"\n\n"Yeah, try convincing your editor... who, by the way, is the most skeptical disbelieving son of a bitch you ever met, fucker doesn't even believe in MK Ultra... that you're you when you show up to the office like this. That was over ten years ago, by the way, and I haven't changed a bit," she adds, reaching up to poke a smooth, cute cheek with a fingertip. "For all I know I'm friggin' immortal now."\n\n"How could you not know if you're ageless?" Rina blurts, eyes wide.\n\n"... 'Cause it's only been ten years. Kinda gotta figure you need to wait a century or something before making assumptions, yeah?"\n\n"O-oh. Yes, I suppose that makes sense."\n\n"So, anyway, lemme guess, you came to me to ask how I get all the info on the site? Well, lemme be blunt." She takes another long drink of her coffee, then says in a bland tone, "Monsterfuckers."\n\n"... Um," you say. "For reals?"\n\n"Yeah. I get updates and tips from a vast network of people who love getting fucked or impregnated or whatever by weird creatures from beyond. 'Course a lot of times the updates stop at a certain point, if you know what I mean, but it almost always starts the same. Someone gets curious, goes out to check out a sighting near them, gets fucked, and gets hooked. Yuh-huh, yeaaaah, you know what I'm talking about," she says with a cynical snort as you and Rina both blush and start squirming. "Even if you haven't given in already, you keep chasing these things and before long your inhibitions will be sailing off into the distance like a firework, kabloom."\n\n"So, wait," you ask, frowning. "Is that why you were asking if we had dicks?"\n\n"Yup. Can't really control myself around males, or just plain cocks, at this point. Apparently I got altered into some sort of 'eager breeder' and I can't be around a dick without wanting to ride it or whatever," she says in a bland, tired tone that says it's all just a bit exhausting at this point. "Let's just say that when I break down and order a pizza occasionally, the delivery drivers fight over my address."\n\n"Well that sounds positively fascinating!" Rina chirps, before grinning sheepishly as Ryan shoots her a look. "I mean... um... very... bothersome?"\n\n"So yeah, look, if you're just looking to go along for the ride until you wind up either disappeared or at least not recognizing yourself in the mirror when you get up, the site's all there, please send updates through the form submission, I think there's a meetup occasionally that gets organized via the mailing list." Ryan sighs and gestures with her coffee cup. "If you really wanna know more, I guess I've probably got some archives and wouldn't necessarily mind helping you out, especially if you can drop some donations in the tip jar. Preferably big ones," she adds flatly.\n\nRina looks like she's trying to figure out what to say, clearly having realized that she bothered Ryan a bit before with her chipper approach to his transformation. Maybe you should step in here.\n\n<hr>\n[["Well, we'll stop bothering you, then."|GGRA]]\n\n[["We could look at the archives, sure."|GGRA]]\n\n[["Don't you want to get out there again?"|GGRA]]